Loyd's Slave (Mag and Aiyanna)
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				Title: <strong>Loyd's Slave (Mag and Aiyanna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReanimateMagnus</strong> on <strong>14-12-2014, 06:56:36</strong>
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				There hadn't been a warrior like Loyd in quite some time, not since Forth. King Gerald wished to improve moral around the kingdom, despite losing much of the nearly thirty year long war. Loyd was born into the war. Having grown up being raised by servants and kinsmen along side his father who eventually retired once he was deemed too valuable to lose. Loyd was not so fortunate having to spend the next twenty some odd years either learning how to fight or fighting in the war itself. He knew almost nothing of his home life. When he returned he was directed to his home by a local woman. Horseback he could see down the road what the woman was talking about. The long stretch of land on either side with the three story building at the end was all his now. The long stretch of corn and on the opposite side was a watery bed of raspberries. Behind the mansion he could smell and hear in the distance the sound of farm animals. This life would be difficult for him to adjust to.<br><br>His horse was nice a bronze with dark brown hair. He wore his armor still, not having had time to change. Plate and silvery in color. There were various weak spots that actually helped him move easier in battle and thus were a more advantage than they were a weak spot. Kristina, the horse, could easily hold him up. His face was once masked by the helmet but he was required to remove it when entering the town. Having forgotten he was even wearing it, his facial features very similar to his fathers. Light beard and short dark blue hair. He was handsome even with a few facial scars that didn't lower his quality of appearance. Riding towards the mansion he noticed a young woman in the distance, she couldn't be older than twenty he thought. On his horse was a large bag that held his trophies of war and credit, along side his bastard sword and shield. Encompassing the farm was a heavily wooded forest that went on for miles. Leading north to the mountainous region where beasts lurked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Loyd's Slave (Mag and Aiyanna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiyanna</strong> on <strong>14-12-2014, 07:28:22</strong>
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				Tayah was leading a small herd of goats in one of the far fields. It had been a long day already, but afternoon brought the peaceful haze of summer. She lounged against some rocks as the goats peacefully cropped grass, scattered over a fifty foot square or so. She wasn't worried. The goats never went far, and she had chased off the last wolf pack to settle in months ago. <br><br>This had been her life, for the last six years or so, since the old lord died. She had hated him, and she was glad he was gone. She still bore the mark of slavery that bound her to this land, and did not have the coin to bribe someone to remove it though. Many of the slaves had, but she had not minded staying. The only other people that had stayed were the batty old cook, Elmer, and Batika, a nursemaid. Both of them said they were too old to be starting new lives. For her part, Tayah loved this land, and without the dark presence of the lord, she was happy here.<br><br>Blowing against the rocks in loose waves, the ends of her hair lightened to pale blue from black. This was her kiliri heritage showing, and the color that showed now meant peace, contentment. But that was about to change. <br><br>She heard approaching hoofbeats, and looked up. There was a man, a knight it appeared, approaching. His horse was laden with bags and such. he seemed to be returning from the war, or perhaps just passing through and seeking comfort for the evening. Then, as she stood, she caught site of his rough trimmed beard.<br><br>The hair was dark blue. She had only known one other man with dark blue hair. But he was dead. It couldn't be him. With a terrified cry, she rallied the goats and lashed them towards the estate with a willow cane, before taking off through the fields herself. She ran at breakneck speed through the fields, faster than she had ever run in her life. She got to the main gate breathless and gibbering, as the cook heard her approach and came out to see the cause of the ruckus. "Tayah?" he said. "What's wrong, lass?"<br><br>"Oh Elmer, it's horrible! The lord, it's the lord, I swear I just saw him on the road, he's coming this way! He's got that dark blue hair, the lord's hair! It must be a geist, or a phantom, or something. Elmer, what can I do? I can't let him near me, please!" She was in a near panic, long-buried memories of everything she had endured under the lord's reign coming back to her. The old cook out an arm around her, and hobbled over towards the gate. "It's alright, lass, a single man isn't getting in here, whether he's a phantom or a strange distant relation. No one's gonna get to you." He closed the gate, and lifted the bar from where it leaned against the wall, before sliding it in to place on the gate. Tayah retreated inside, to the small set of chambers she had claimed after the lord's death. They were guest chambers, for visitors who were not noble to use when they stayed at the estate. There was a middling-sized bedroom, a bathing chamber, and a small sitting area with a couple soft chairs, a table, and a few bookshelves. Tayah went to the window that faced the road leading to the estate, anxiety making her heart pound. the lord simply could not be back.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Loyd's Slave (Mag and Aiyanna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReanimateMagnus</strong> on <strong>14-12-2014, 20:48:50</strong>
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				The woman was odd in how she ran, it was as if she had seen a ghost. The last time he remembered seeing such fear was when the stories had finally be translated into goblin and orc a few lesser were terrified of him and even called him a demon before running away. His jaw clenched as he had seen what she had done, running in his home. Truth, he didn't even remember the home, luckily he had keys to the door, unaware that bar had been placed to prevent entrance. He dismounted his horse and tied it to the nearby wooden post. The horse seemed gentle and un-startled by any of the events happening so far.<br><br>He breathed in slowly, taking in his surroundings before seeing who was in his home. Above him cloudy skies didn't show rain yet, but in the distance there was a sign of potential rain. Something about clouds always reminded him of a particular battle to which his facial features turned more sorrowful, his stern face appearing more melancholy now as he clacked towards the door and placed the key in the entrance, turning and unlocking the front door, though it didn't open when he placed pressure on it. The only other known keys were already inside of the home. <br><br>He frowned a bit and looked for another entrance into the home. Surely there would be. Circulating about the mansion he realized the only other entrance was also locked at the back. Looking up at the balcony he wondered if it was also locked. Climbing was definitely a skill learned in war times. Hoisting himself over the ledge after scaling the wall with a huff. He could see into the home now and memories flooded him of his childhood where he played blocks with a small girl with a collar around her neck. His expression changed slowly. Making his way into the home finally he announced his presence. "My name is Sir Loyd Lionguard son of Lord Tidus, and loyal to King Gerald. This is my home and I demand to speak to you! If you are here unlawfully, you will meet justice!"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Loyd's Slave (Mag and Aiyanna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiyanna</strong> on <strong>14-12-2014, 21:07:44</strong>
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				Tayah watched as the blue-haired stranger came up to the house and hitched his horse to a tree. He disappeared near the wall, presumably trying to open the gate. But he was out of sight far too long to only try the gate and find it barred. Her throat tightened with fear. Could he find another way in? She retrieved a simple hardwood staff from the corner, and went out in to the hall. Elmer and Batika would be safe down in the kitchens, she presumed.<br><br>She heard noises towards the back of the house. A scraping, a squeak, then a clang. She swallowed hard, and crept down the corridor towards the rear balcony. She forgot, had she locked the sliding door? They normally did not, no one ever bothered them out here on the estate. Then she heard a man calling out, and she froze in place. Loyd? The lord's <em>son</em>? She couldn't believe her foolishness at forgetting him. But the boy she had known had been gone even longer than the lord himself, and he certainly had looked the image of his father. Still trembling with fear, she poke her head around the corner and stepped in to the large room that led out on to the balcony, and got her first close glimpse of Lord Loyd. <br><br>What he said was true. He had the blue hair, but he did not have the cruel gleam in his eye that Lord Tidus had, and his face bore scars that his father's never had. She remembered that terrible, perfect face all too well. Besides, she could recall now, being a young child with the lord's son, he was only a few years older than herself. But surely he did not remember her. Her hair was bright red, the color of fear on the ends, though it was fading slightly. <br><br>"Loyd?" she whispered. She stepped fully in to the room, lowering her staff. Suddenly the leather collar with it's steel ring felt heavy on her neck, as it struck her that with Loyd here, they were truly slaves once more, the three of them.&nbsp; "You...you're back? I saw you on the road, and I thought, your father....but he's dead. Your p-parents...We had thought never to see you again, truthfully." Confusion seemed to have stolen her sense away, and her heart about hammered out of her chest as she stared at the completely grown up version of her childhood companion standing in front of her, looking at her out of hauntingly familiar green eyes, and a face that had filled her nightmares, but not quite the right face.&nbsp; She shivered, suddenly feeling cold as she stood in this unused room barefoot in only short linen breeches and a sleeveless tunic. Slave's garb.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Loyd's Slave (Mag and Aiyanna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReanimateMagnus</strong> on <strong>14-12-2014, 21:50:35</strong>
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				He stood at the entrance of balcony, looking at her. She seemed familiar as did this room. Hearing her upset words about his father and how they thought they would never see him again. "I'm sorry to disappoint you." he said almost coldly though he didn't appear to be intentionally rude. He didn't know how to treat slaves, war was a time for taking slaves but he was never one to indulge and take advantage of his position. Thinking that he was above that.<br><br>There was a long scar along his jawline that was almost unnoticeable through the scruff of a beard. He moved into the dusty room his hand touching the piano slowly as he seemed calmer now that he knew she was just a slave an not an intruder or squatter. Moving a hand to his chin before looking down at a large grand piano. Memories of the past flooding his mind as he removed the soft white sheet that covered the black piano.<br><br><em>"Loyd you will learn this song before your father returns from war. It is his favorite and has requested that you learn it." Here sat a young Loyd at the bench with a rather large woman next to him showing him how to play and where to place his fingers. He hated learning and refused to cooperate as a child. Remembering that a small girl would sit and listen to him play. Eventually having mastered the</em> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">song</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JcUh-ggBfzI</div></div> <em> He never got to play it for his father. Being shipped off to war before his fathers return.</em><br><br>Sitting quietly he looked back at the slave before speaking again. "Who else is in the mansion?" he asked having heard footsteps. Something caused him to want to play, maybe it was beyond his understandings but he started to play the song slowly. Having never forgotten the keys to press and the pedals. He played a few lines before closing the piano and standing once more. He was tired and had ridden quiet some time to get here. Now was not the time for playing the piano. Looking to his slave he spoke once more. "You will not need to worry about me. I do not plan on keeping the farm." he said implying he intended on selling it. Which meant he'd probably sell the rest of the slaves too. The market was a horrible place, full with horrible people that made his father look like a bunny by comparison.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Loyd's Slave (Mag and Aiyanna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiyanna</strong> on <strong>14-12-2014, 22:13:55</strong>
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				Tayah thoughts were in a jumble. She answered his question first, that was easy, something she knew. "Just me, and Elmer the cook, and Batika the nursemaid. The rest ran off, after your parents died. Got their collars cut, and vanished. I was born here, and the other two are old. Thy didn't want to go," she said, shifting uncomfortably. <br><br>The few lines he played out on the piano came back to her, familiar and distant. Loyd had been taught this song as a boy, and if she remembered correctly, by Batika herself. The old woman had been quite the master of the ivory keys when she was younger, before age had stiffened her fingers and dimmed her eyes. But the rest of what he had said registered, and she felt fearful once more, her hair and now even her eyes reflected that fear.<br><br>"Sir, please. I have never known any other home, please don't sell me. And Elmer and Batika would never survive it!" she cried, half-desperate. The two she spoke of appeared then in the doorway, and both of them looked as shocked as she did when they saw Loyd standing there. She went to them, the old slaves were as much of a mother and father as she had ever known, and took Batika in her arms. The old woman was weeping silently, apparently they had heard Loyd's intent to sell the estate, which meant he would sell the slaves as well. Despite her less pleasant memories of her life here, her childhood had been as peaceful as a slave could expect, trouble only coming after she developed in to a young woman at about thirteen. And in the four years since the lord had died, she had known peace once more except for some night terrors. The manor was her home, and she loved this land, even though she was considered only a member of a slave race and often looked down on because of it. There were occasionally visitors at the manor, people passing through, who expected shelter and service from the remnants of the Lionguard estate. They were never cruel, but the lowliest freeman could consider himself superior to a slave, and acted like it.<br><br>With her arms wrapped around Batika for both their comfort, she looked up at Loyd with red-tinged eyes, filled with fear and sadness. "Please, sir. Don't make us go," she pleaded, heartbreak clear in her voice.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Loyd's Slave (Mag and Aiyanna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReanimateMagnus</strong> on <strong>14-12-2014, 23:21:57</strong>
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				He could see their sorrow and not wanting of departure from this place he reasoned with them somewhat, showing them how he thought of it. "I am a warrior, I have no place tending a farm, running an estate or training a slave." He put it bluntly, he never had planned on using Tayah, he was as surprised to see her as she was him. This place was home, but he felt more at home on the battlefield than anything else. He didn't need to sell the manor just yet and the old man knew that. "Perhaps you could keep us when you sell the estate. We are old but can work well and Tayah has talents as well. That place...would eat her alive." Said the old man.<br><br>Loyd had a stern and cautious look on his face as he considered their words. After a moment he finally spoke to the three of them. "I will be going into town for supplies tomorrow, and to see the blacksmith. I want Tayah to accompany me." He said without obvious implications. "Now, it's almost dusk, we should start to draw things down for the night." He wasn't sure on their names. "Who's the cook around here?" He asked the three of them getting a response. Elmer left them in a hurry to go finish preparing dinner, since now he would need to make more than just three servings. Loyd looked to Batika and Tayah with that stoic and stern look of his.<br><br>"Would one of you fetch a few pails of water?" He asked, almost as if he wasn't ordering them. Once again showing his inexperience or lack of motivation to handle slaves. He looked to Tayah seeing her discomfort, he still wasn't sure on how to handle disappointing them. He had a plan for himself, and had not considered what he was going to do with them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Loyd's Slave (Mag and Aiyanna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiyanna</strong> on <strong>15-12-2014, 02:35:06</strong>
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				Tayah felt her heart sinking as Loyd did not confirm nor deny whether or not he would be sending her away. Still, it was good to have something to do, so she tugged at Batika, and told the old woman to go help Elmer in the kitchen, before running out to the courtyard well to fetch water as she had been asked. She set the buckets down just inside the front hall, before going back upstairs to see Loyd. "Where did you want the water, sir?" she asked quietly. <br><br>As she waited, she moved a bit closer to the piano, before fetching a taper and lighting some of the candles in the room. It was something between a sitting area, a library, and a study, with the piano in one corner and a desk in another. Several couches and chairs were scattered around the large space, making it ideal for gatherings. She perched on the back of the couch closest to the piano and gazed at the returned lord. She remembered him, now, though she was unsure he remembered her. She was nervous that he had grown up like his father, and would be just as abusive and cruel.<br><br>Finally, she just decided to ask him right out. "Sir, do you....do you remember me?" she said. "I will admit, it has been so long that I had almost forgotten you. You look different, than when we played together as children. I mean, obviously..." She blushed and fell silent, suddenly feeling awkward. No, he couldn't remember her. She was only a slave, after all, and a Kiliri slave at that. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Loyd's Slave (Mag and Aiyanna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReanimateMagnus</strong> on <strong>15-12-2014, 03:11:01</strong>
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				"Take the water with us." He said starting to walk with her down the hall as she was forward with her words. He too was blunt and forward but most of the time he was a man of action rather than words. Talking was not a specialty he had and didn't especially like to. The hall was long and eventually they headed down the rugged staircase to the first floor, he didn't seem lost, just hesitant like a person forgetting where he was. It became more and more obvious where he was heading once they went down a particular hallway. <br><br>His cold nature did not respond to her right away. Heading with her into the bathroom as she finished talking about how they knew one another. "Tayah...I remember you, I remember playing out by the old barn." He started to slip off his armor, revealing a bloody shirt he was wearing underneath. There were holes in the shirt in long slashes and small pokes. The armor took a while to finally release and he spoke while he was doing this. Refusing her help if she offered any. "I remember playing hide and search. I also remember the day I left." He said, which was a bit more personal for the two of them. His jaw turned into a frown. "I also remember what my father said when he left the war to return home." His expression was almost anger but easily could be described as upset. <br><br>Slipping off his shirt he revealed the core and toned body of a warrior. Scarred in various places, bumpy from the athleticism. Tossing the linen to the side he started to work on the armor of his legs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Loyd's Slave (Mag and Aiyanna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiyanna</strong> on <strong>15-12-2014, 04:25:40</strong>
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				Tayah retrieved the buckets as she followed him. He moved with taciturn silence through the house, though it seemed as though he did not quite remember where he was going. She was about to speak up, and help direct him, but he found his way to the bathing chambers on his own. She too remembered the day he left, though she had only been ten years old. She had been so scared for him, he was barely more than a boy. But it was obvious now that he was very much a man. He would not even let her assist him with his heavy armor as he began to strip it away. <br><br>So she watched, silently, and could only feel slightly confused when he mentioned his father, and looked angry at the memory. "Sir?" she inquired. "What did he say?" She had no idea what could trouble him so. Her hair had faded from bright fear-red, and become an odd shade of green: confusion, anxiety. That is, until Loyd removed his shirt, and one thick lock turned lavender, for attraction. She blushed, seeing the offending lock dangling over one shoulder, and buried it under the others hanging down her back. Of course, he probably wouldn't know what the colors meant, but her face probably said everything he would need to know about the conflicting colors. <br><br>The water sat forgotten at her feet, so she busied herself finding washcloths, and poured one bucket in to the kettle that hung by the fireplace before lighting the fire. With that waiting to heat, she retrieved his shirt and shook her head at the state of the fine linen. It could likely not be saved. She told Loyd as much. "You'll need a new shirt, sir," she murmured. "None of your old things will fit you, of course. Did you bring others back with you? Or...perhaps, your father's things would serve? We saved everything, of course, and all the rooms have been covered that were not being used. We stored everything with mothbane and lavender, so it should be useable." The three of them had little else to do between visitors at the estate, and it was the only home they had, so they had taken care of it as they knew how to do. At least Loyd had not come home to dead parents as well as a looted, empty shell of a home. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Loyd's Slave (Mag and Aiyanna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReanimateMagnus</strong> on <strong>15-12-2014, 04:58:31</strong>
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				"I don't think you'd want to hear. That being said, seeing your reactions have left me feeling he did more than just tend the farm." Letting her know he had a good feeling he knew the events that his father must have done with her. "My father did unspeakable things to prisoners of war. I have no doubt he would do the same here."<br><br>He looked to her as he undressed more, finally getting off the armor for his leggings, shin guards, socks, and boots. His pantaloons were dark brown and khaki in color. He spoke to her, responding to her concerns. He had noticed that her hair kept changing colors, he wasn't quite sure as to what each of them meant when they changed. Although he did remember in their childhood how they would change when she was angry or happy. He frowned a bit as she mentioned his father more recommending that he wear his clothes.<br><br>"I want his clothes burned." He said coldly, removing his pantaloons and revealing his full nude body before her. No shame where he came from, having to shower in public anyhow, there was little room for shyness out in the wild and battlefield. Tents were used when there were storms and getting them wet internally would be counterintuitive. She could see his well blessed lower half that had a long x shaped scar along one of his thighs and a burn on both of his knees. It was prevalent throughout his body that he had seen injuries and that he was not impervious despite the rumors of his grandness. One of his wounds was still healing having suffered it in the weeks past and had turn open a few times on their way home. He moved to position himself in the tub. Giving her a nice view of his behind before easing in slowly to avoid hurting himself, waiting for the water.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Loyd's Slave (Mag and Aiyanna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiyanna</strong> on <strong>15-12-2014, 05:41:25</strong>
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				Tayah felt the blood drain from her face, her normally copper-colored skin taking on an unhealthy pallor. Loyd had apparently become aware of his father's depravity, and now knew that she had suffered at the man's hands. But rather than condoning and following in his father's footsteps, her former companion became cold and and distant at the mention of his father. Still, having Loyd walking around mostly naked would be more than a little distracting. When he bared his legs and hips, it took all her will not to stare.<br><br>Fortunately, she was distracted by the sight of the wound on his lower leg, and she gasped. "Sir! You're hurt," she stated, and came forward to inspect the injury. She was no healer, but she'd spent enough time looking after the animals to have learned a few things. There did not appear to be any sign of infection, but it would be good to clean and cover the area properly. "Could you keep that leg out of the tub, sir? You don't need blood in your bathwater. I'll clean that last, separately."<br>She spoke sternly, having lost most of her slave-like demeanor in the years of being almost free.<br><br>With Loyd lowered in to the tub, and mostly out of her direct view, she could focus again. She could tell that more of her hair had turned lavender, and more had turned pale pink, which was embarrassment. She was suddenly glad the room was dimly lit, by only the low fire and a few candles. Hopefully Loyd would ignore her telltale hair. She poured the unheated bucket of water in to the tub, and quickly realized that she would need more water, and that the heated water would need to be near boiling to heat the entire tub. She and the others rarely took full baths, but she was sure their lord would settle for nothing less. "I'll be right back," she assured hurriedly, and ran from the room with her two empty buckets. <br><br>She made short work of filling both of them, but still by the time she returned, the water on the fire was sufficiently heated. She emptied the rest of the cold water in to the tub, murmuring an apology for the discomfort, then took the kettle with a pair of thick cloth pads and slowly added the hot water, careful not to pour any of it directly on to Loyd's bare skin. It was difficult to keep her eyes averted from his athletic form as she did so, but she managed, barely. The water done, she handed Loyd soap and cloths, before standing back. "Will that be all, for now, sir?" she asked. "I should find the aid kit, and you will need clean clothes."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Loyd's Slave (Mag and Aiyanna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReanimateMagnus</strong> on <strong>15-12-2014, 05:56:00</strong>
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				His stank was something fierce, he believed he needed a cleaning as well as maintenance on his wound. He lifted his leg up over the side of the tub at her request. His father would never respond so calmly to a demand from a slave. He would have shouted and probably beat her for speaking to him like they were equals. Much different than Loyd. He sighed lightly getting to relax for the first time in many years. He was curious about her hair and how it continued to change colors.<br><br>His arms rested against his chest, they could barely fit inside of the tub. Eventually putting them around the rim of the tub, inadvertently flexing somewhat. Looking to her with those grass green eyes, his dark blue hair needing a proper cut. "Remind me again why your hair turns colors." he said listening to her for a response. "What does each of the colors mean again?"<br><br>He didn't seem bothered by the cold water, actually being used to the feeling, it was the hot water that got the most reaction out of him, it heated his skin and making it uncomfortable. He shifted some as the water was poured in slowly. He was naturally hot and was easily overheated. Lifting slightly to expose his flesh to the cold air to cool it. Not realizing he was revealing himself to her. Nudity was very much a different issue with him than it was her. Easing himself slowly back into the water he looked to her. "I cannot wash my back after my shoulder injuries a few years back." He wasn't requesting it, but at least implying an order.<br><br>"I believe the stitches just need tightening again." He said talking about the wound.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Loyd's Slave (Mag and Aiyanna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiyanna</strong> on <strong>15-12-2014, 06:11:56</strong>
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				Tayah swallowed hard. It looked like she wasn't going to get to escape the very distracting image of him nearly as soon as she would like. And then, of course, he had to ask about her hair. She cursed his curiosity silently, but she couldn't bring herself to lie to him outright. Still, she waited a long moment to reply, watching him as he settled in to a comfortable position in the tub, trying to hide her admiration of his strong, lean muscles that were on obvious display as he shifted about. Finally, he settled, and she approached once more to pluck the cloth she had offered him out of his much larger hand and dipped it in to the water. To her, it felt hot, but comfortingly so. Loyd did not seem so pleased. Then, she frowned at her own silliness. Of course he would be used to cold baths and such. There would be little time for heating bath water on a battlefield.<br><br>She looked at his wounded leg again, and shook her head with a frown. "No, Sir, it should be redone entirely. You haven't taken very good care of it while you were on the road. Many of the stitches are gone entirely, and while it isn't infected yet, it is clearly dirty." She realized what she had done in contradicting him, a moment later, and flushed. Some of the lavender faded from her hair to be replaced by more pink. "I'm sorry, I am too forward. We've been alone for so long..." she shook her head, and returned to kneel behind him. "If you will lean forward, I can wash your back, then find you clothes while you finish, sir," she said, an attempt at being demure. Of course, she was still avoiding the question about her hair.<br><br>"It changes due to my emotions, what I am feeling the strongest at that time, sir. If the feeling is particularly intense, my eyes can change as well." Her voice was subdued as she explained, remembering when both hair and eyes had blazed different shades of red in anger, pain, and fear, those nights that Lord Tidus had come for her. She forced away those memories. No matter how much they looked alike, she <em>knew</em> Loyd, or she had. He was not his father. She had to believe that. She twisted her head slightly to one side to observe the face that she knew so well, and yet didn't. His blue hair had grown out quite a bit, and hung in shaggy locks over his eyes. It was longer than most military men kept their hair, but not long enough to be courtly fashion, but Tayah liked it. It made him look a bit rugged, dashing, even.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Loyd's Slave (Mag and Aiyanna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReanimateMagnus</strong> on <strong>15-12-2014, 06:25:42</strong>
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				He allowed her to wash his back, leaning forward so she could get to his back. He seemed to have trouble fully relaxing as the tension in his shoulders could be felt. He breathed out slowly, his chest and back raising against her touch. He was still curious as to know what she was feeling and in such he continued the conversation. His lips moist as he spoke so his voice was clear. "What does the color pink mean?" he asked noticing that the most out of all the hair colors so far. <br><br>Lucky for her avoiding the lavender color issue. Maybe he would avoid it entirely.<br><br>After a few moments of her washing his back and his feeling of her soft skin and the rag against his back his mind went to how pleasant her touch was to him. A sensation in his stomach and groin arrived though no erection was prevalent from just her touch. He couldn't remember the last time he had been with a woman. His mind going back to those events for a moment, but he quickly brought himself back to reality before getting to heated.<br><br>"I have no use for the old two." He finally said, talking about their selling. "I believe having you around would give me a good companion. I wont use you the way my father did, not without consent. If you are to be my slave, you will need to be able to keep up with me. Physically. Do you understand what I'm asking of you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Loyd's Slave (Mag and Aiyanna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiyanna</strong> on <strong>15-12-2014, 07:11:12</strong>
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				Tayah was gentle as she washed Loyd, only scrubbing harder when she came to a particularly stubborn bit of dirt. She could feel the built-up tension in his shoulders and back, and did her best to ease it. She enjoyed the texture of his skin, smooth, supple, and strong, only slightly raised and rough over his more serious scars, though she did her best not to react to it. <br><br>She listened attentively as he spoke, though she felt coldness settling back in to her stomach. Some green made its way back in to her hair, and the lavender was almost entirely gone. "Pink, is, well, embarrassment. I'm sure you are used to being around only men, sir, but typically a man does not bare himself in front of a woman without at least some warning, or a previous arrangement." She did not mean for her words to be a reprimand, though she acknowledged that perhaps they sounded like just that, at least partially.<br><br>He spoke of the other slaves, and that was the root of her worry. She was inclined to believe that he would not force himself on her, and not just because of their shared history. He just had a genuine air about him that she trusted instinctively. With her experience as a hunter, she had learned to rely on her instincts. "Sir, please, don't sell them. Batika is half blind, Elmer is a cripple from an accident in the barn. He walks with a limp. Neither of them would last a week on the market. You know, there is a small groundskeeper's cottage, here, a few acres away from the main house. You could sell everything but a bit of land around the cottage, and let them stay there. Surely they have earned a bit of peace after a lifetime of service? After all, they did not abandon their duties as the others did when your father died. And...." she hesitated, not sure how much to tell Loyd, then decided honesty would probably be the best for her now. "Honestly I think being separated would kill them. They both lost their spouses, but they've grown close, over the years. They love each other, really, they do. Loyd," she used his given name, as she had when they were children. "I know this collar gives me no right to ask," her hand brushed over the old, supple leather, "but could you please grant me this one small boon? They're the only parents I ever really had. I couldn't bear their suffering now."<br><br>Her hand left his back, and she rinsed the cloth before adding fresh soap and handing it to him to finish washing. She considered the last part of what he had said, honestly not sure what he meant. "Sir, actually, I don't really. At least I'm not sure. If you are worried I would fall behind you while traveling, you needn't. I have tended the goats and cows and horses for years, and kept bears and wolves and such off the land, because Elmer and Batika couldn't. I can use a spear and a bow and a knife, or even a sling in a tight spot. I can run for hours, and ride all day. I can keep numbers and accounts. We've kept up with the farm and selling the animals this whole time, you know. Actually, you are already quite wealthy, as there has been much less expense for upkeep, with only the three of us, sir."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Loyd's Slave (Mag and Aiyanna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReanimateMagnus</strong> on <strong>15-12-2014, 07:31:08</strong>
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				He had time to think about all of the things she had said to him. His mind went to the two elderly folk, in his mind he saw this place as a reminder of his father. He wanted to rid himself of everything just that. Looking down at the water, her request was small compared to the previous request someone had asked of him with this much passion. It was mercy then, and in a way it was mercy now. On the battlefield mercy was for civilians or children. This wasn't war and he needed to remind himself of that constantly. He breathed in slowly and looked to her and how her hair changed again. His shoulders tensed as he looked over them.<br><br>Despite not knowing how to be a master of a slave, he understood the basics and that was the master asks and the slave obeys. She was asking as if they were equals and maybe treating her as equals would be best for their relationship if he was going to keep her as a companion. He needed to establish the dominance in the relationship or she might see him as week. This was militaristic in how he thought of her and him. He started off with a simple few statements. "Men go off to war for years at a time. We bond together and the friendship grows. I know what it's like to lose a family member." He wasn't talking about his father. "I have all but forgotten the joys of a woman's touch. I could grant them that small plot, but I believe I will need some convincing."<br><br>He wasn't forcing her to do anything, to him, he was leaving it all up to her. If she truly would do anything for them. He was nothing like his father who would only take. He was merely asking as if she was an equal. The thought of her doing anything to him started a stir in the water below. He was handsome enough to get any woman in town and yet, here he was asking her. A slave, and an unwanted woman.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Loyd's Slave (Mag and Aiyanna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiyanna</strong> on <strong>15-12-2014, 08:05:59</strong>
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				Understanding dawned in her eyes as Tayah realized what he wanted when he said he needed her to keep up with him physically. That was quickly followed by despair, pain, and even a touch of self-loathing. But she knew already, before having even formed a sensible reply in her mind, that she would do whatever he asked to protect the two old slaves. It was not as if she had not endured this kind of thing before, and she was quite sure Loyd would be far more gentle than his father had been. She had <em>scars</em>, not just mental ones, from his father's attentions. <br><br>She bent her head, appearing to consider her options, and her rich black locks fell forward to partially hide her face as she knelt on the cold stone beside the bathtub. He was a warrior now, not her friendly, if somewhat serious, childhood companion. That fact was much evidenced by his battle scars and lean, strong body. Of course, she was strong too, but her enemies had been of the wild, furry variety, and she had to train herself. She was sure she could never hold her own against a seasoned fighter with years' experience. <br><br>Of course, she had conflicting feelings now for Loyd regardless. She looked at him and saw his father, but she also saw her former friend. She saw the warrior, but she also saw the studious boy sitting at the piano. The two images warred with each other, as she finally made a conscious choice. He wanted her, even in the dim lighting she could see his body stirring under the slightly cloudy surface of the water. Though she would not admit it, she wanted him as well, a childhood adoration having turned in to a completely adult attraction, even lust, the minute she saw him bare chested in front of her. Heat flared low in her belly, and more of her hair flashed lavender, which clashed horribly with the orange of the other emotion she was feeling: guilt.<br><br>Slowly, she stood and went to the door of the bathing chamber, shutting it tightly and locking it. Then she moved back to stand in front of the tub, though she faced away from Loyd. She couldn't bear to meet his intense green gaze as she did this. With some hesitation and trembling fingers, her hands went to the hem of her tunic and began to slide it up over her head, baring the intricate, yet delicate pattern of knotwork (http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2010/024/7/6/Celtic_Feather_by_LaughingAstarael.jpg) that was emblazoned across her shoulders. More knots decorated her sides (http://www.freetattoodesigns.org/images/tattoo-gallery/tribal-armband-12.gif) and lower back (http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs7/i/2005/165/7/d/Dragon_Celtic_Knot_by_dragonphase.jpg). Her tribal markings, that all Kiliri children were born with from some strange bit of magic in the blood. Her knots on her shoulders were strangely reminiscent of feathers, while the others were more swirling and intense. Her father had been a member of one of the tribes that had followed the winds like birds themselves, while her mother belonged to one of the warrior clans of the north. Thus, Taya's markings were mixed.<br><br>Her breeches slid off next, and her loin cloth. More knots similar to those on her sides decorated her thighs. Now she stood completely nude in front of Loyd, and had to resist the urge to bring up her arms to cover herself as she turned to face him. "What would you ask of me, sir," she asked softly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Loyd's Slave (Mag and Aiyanna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReanimateMagnus</strong> on <strong>16-12-2014, 04:58:42</strong>
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				He had been washing himself while she started to disrobe. His breathing started to pick up and his mind wandered towards what she would look like under those clothes. For a few moments he hated himself. He had placed more than just an idea in her head as to what he wanted. Swallowing hard as she finally disrobed completely. Eyeing her slowly as he couldn't help but feel the burn of a sensation in his loins. His self loathing derived from feeling that he was no better than his father.<br><br>He had expressed to her that he would not force her to do anything she didn't want to. He didn't expect her to react the way she was. Minding how she closed the doors, thinking of how she did it. Possibly overthinking it. He could sense her hesitation, feeling as though he should possibly comfort her. He stepped out of the tub slowly revealed easily the erection that had been forming. Having his feet land on the soft frilly rug before he pushed himself up and out of the tub fully. His tight core was flexing with soreness.<br><br>The water that once coated his entire body slowly drained down his entirety. The soft glow of the dim light only illuminated his body more. He didn't know what to respond and he felt the need to be forward and honest. "I'd love to know what to say in this situation." he said with almost a silly unintentional tone. He was distant and avoiding her almost. His eyes slowly turned towards hers reading her expressions. She seemed more comfortable with this than he was. Even if it was him who asked her for some sort of service.<br><br>The coldness caused his erection to slowly start to fade in the moments, though each time his gaze lowered it twitched and grew big once more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Loyd's Slave (Mag and Aiyanna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiyanna</strong> on <strong>16-12-2014, 05:20:15</strong>
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				Pain flashed briefly across Tayah's features, realizing that she probably had more experience with this sort of situation that he did. It didn't seem that he spent much time exploiting his potential lovers, or being a victim of such exploitations. Also, as strange as it sounded even in her own mind, she realized that she wanted her old friend to want her. She wanted him to want her as a friend, a woman, a companion, a lover, whatever their differences of experience or social caste.<br><br>She could tell that he wanted her physically, but men were physical creatures. Few of them would not be aroused by the sight of a naked woman. But that was not enough for her, and it broke her heart knowing that he would probably never look at her that way. So she locked away her emotions and feelings for her former friend for now, and thought only of saving her foster parents from a quick, painful end at the slave markets.<br><br>She stepped forward, more in to the light shed by the low fire. Its warm light darkened her coppery skin and gave it a healthy glow, while showing off a lean, muscular figure developed by years of hard labor. Her breasts still sat high and perky on her chest, her nipples turned in to hard, needy little pebbles from the cool air flowing across them. Her waist was narrow, her stomach flat and showed faint lines of muscle. Her hips were full enough to give her body a nice curved figure, but no wider than that. She had long, lean legs, that came together neatly at the junction of her thighs and rounded out in to small, tight rear. She was beautiful without really being aware of it, her self-image warped and twisted by the years of abuse she had endured from Lord Tidus. Her otherwise smooth skin bore some of the signs of that abuse. Long, narrow lines from a whip, mostly, on her back, ass, and thighs. Faint rings around her wrists and ankles where she had been bound by too-tight ropes for hours, even days. Her long hair covered the worst of the damage on her back, though the rest would be on full display if she were to turn her back on him once more. The marks on her wrists and ankles would take closer examination, but they were still visible.<br><br>"You demand a price for the care of my family, sir, I understand that. Name it." She stepped closer once more, so that she was within arm's reach of him, looking up a few inches to meet his eyes. The gesture made it clear that she left her body open for use as a bargaining chip. It was the only one she had.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Loyd's Slave (Mag and Aiyanna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReanimateMagnus</strong> on <strong>16-12-2014, 05:46:45</strong>
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				He couldn't bring himself to name what he wanted. Moving towards her slowly, letting his present encroach on her personal space. The silence was enough for him to express what he wanted. Leaning down he placed his lips against hers, not knowing what to do with his hands. The warmth of his hands made their way through and into her shoulders that he had placed them upon. <br><br>Their chests touched, his rough and mighty comparatively to her perky and soft breasts. His kiss was inexperienced and yet there was something to it, he felt at home for the first time since being there. Floods of passion finally reaching out to her, it wasn't a kiss of lust like that his father would give, his was pleasant. The passionate kiss was long lasting and interrupted by the soft poke of the tip of his penis against her abdomen showing their height difference once more.<br><br>For the first time since being a child be blushed completely and pulled away from the kiss. Looking to her for confirmation that what he was doing was okay. He was definitely a dominating type but since his social aspect was limited to military he lacked the knowhow of how to know when a woman was ready for him to just take command to just have his way with her. Not picking up on those cues, though in the future after being with her a while he would one day easily pick up on those. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Loyd's Slave (Mag and Aiyanna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiyanna</strong> on <strong>16-12-2014, 06:01:58</strong>
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				To say Tayah was surprised at Loyd's approach to seducing her would have been an understatement. She would have expected so experienced and confident a warrior to know exactly what he wanted with a woman, and have no qualms about going after it. Once again, her memories of him blurred with memories of his father, leaving her confused and frustrated.<br><br>That being said, the tenderness of his kiss left her breathless. Her hands slid up his chest as he stepped close to her and her arms wrapped around his neck and shoulders, feeling him, memorizing the sensation of his skin on hers. She knew her hands would be tough and callused from her constant work, not soft and smooth like a noble lady's, but she hoped he didn't mind.<br><br>A soft, pleasant moan escaped around their locked lips as the kiss went on, then a slight whimper of protest as he broke away. It shocked her once more to see him blushing, she could tell that even in the low light, but she didn't question it. It was probably just their history together, or the time since he had last been with a woman. But neither of them were the children they remembered of the other, and she was fine with showing him that. One of her hands reached up higher to tangle in his shaggy hair, and pulled him back down in another kiss. This time, her lips parted and encouraged him to go deeper, farther. Her fear of him had faded almost completely, and while she might regret this later, for now, her hair had lost all traces of color except for varying shades of purple. Lust, attraction, passion. <br><br>Her arms up around his shoulders left her body open for exploration by his hands, or allowed him to wrap his strong arms around her, and she welcomed either response. She could only hope that her sense of Loyd was right, and she would not come to regret this moment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Loyd's Slave (Mag and Aiyanna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReanimateMagnus</strong> on <strong>16-12-2014, 06:18:55</strong>
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				He could tell now that she wanted him just as much as he wanted her. For the first time he felt wanted by someone other than for his might. The long shaft that stood between them pressed up against her stomach as their bodies grew closer. Feeling her arms around his neck during the kiss he couldn't help but feel almost, loved. It was a weird sensation that he couldn't remember.<br><br>His mouth opened with hers to match. Kissing her again with the passion of a man who longed for her and her alone. His tongue ventured forth much like his hands did now, resting on the small of her back. His hands moved up her spine and then back down again, feeling along the goosebumps. Resting against her ass he placed them firmly against the soft skin and pulled her against him. Mashing her body to hers.<br><br>His eyes were closed and he continued the kiss, not wanting it to stop. Though he felt he needed to make their first encounter more special. He stopped the kiss slowly, his hands still on her ass. "I believe a more comfortable environment is necessary." He said militaristically. His breath hot against hers and with the image of her hair he made sure to register that color for later in the event it was what he believed it to be: Passion. <br><br>He escorted her to his old abandoned room, not wanting to use his fathers. Not caring that he was nude.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Loyd's Slave (Mag and Aiyanna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiyanna</strong> on <strong>16-12-2014, 06:57:05</strong>
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				Tayah was panting when he broke away, and though she hadn't wanted him to stop, she had to admit she needed a moment to catch her breath. She started to spill half-formed protests as he led them from the room, both as nude as the day they were born, but he did not seemed bothered by the fact. For her part, she thought she would die of shame if either of the other slaves saw her like this, but fortunately, both of them remained in the kitchen.<br><br>When he led her in to his room, she was assaulted by memories of their childhood. She had spent much of her free time in this room. Loyd had told her about his studies, and read to her from books he had been told to read. He'd taught her to read himself, even, a gift of knowledge that she prized to this day. No one taught slaves anything, but what chores they were expected to perform, but Loyd had never treated her like nothing but a slave. She'd loved him for it then, and did now as well.<br><br>But his room had been closed off along with the rest of them that were not being used, and there was a faint musty smell despite her and Batika going through the house every few months to clean excess dust. The furniture was all covered with sheets, and all of the clothes and books and small belongings were packed away in trunks in the attic. The bed had only sheets over the mattress, the coverlet and pillow covers had been stored as well. She stood in his arms in the doorway somewhat shyly, not quite sure how to move forward. She wanted Loyd, she didn't doubt that, but under the surface, her emotions were still conflicted.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Loyd's Slave (Mag and Aiyanna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReanimateMagnus</strong> on <strong>17-12-2014, 02:12:17</strong>
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				He could tell she was frightful of being seen nude and realized that about half way down the hall, his hand holding hers as he led her to the bedroom. There the door opened to a clean and neat room, having been dusted at some point, though by who he didn't know. Not that his mind was on that right now. He was glass his bed was still there and appeared to be in good working conditions. He pulled her close and kissed her while entering the room.<br><br>His heel stuck out behind him to push the brown hand carved door. It neatly went flush against the wall, his lips pressed firmly to her as he managed passed an ottoman and cupboard before leaning her down on the bed. Which he followed her, becoming on top of her. The bed wasn't too large a single sized. There was a plaid patterned comforter they laid on that was pleasant to the touch. He broke the kiss slowly and looked down to her.<br><br>His hand moved to her breast, hesitant but not nervous, placing the warm callous hand against the exposed flesh. Looking to her for a reaction before leaning down to kiss her again. His kisses were becoming more experienced as he could tell now how she seemed to enjoy him. His hand slowly massaged against the sensitive skin. There was a unlit lamp in the room that reflected light off of the moon that shined down in it's greenish and white glow.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Loyd's Slave (Mag and Aiyanna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiyanna</strong> on <strong>17-12-2014, 02:42:28</strong>
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				Tayah had let her thoughts run away and settle in the back of her mind, and for now, she was content to just feel what was in front of her, to feel <em>him</em>, like she might never get the chance to do so again. She let him guide her across the room, then settle her on the bed, enjoying the slightly rough texture of his skin on hers. Another soft moan escaped her lips, vibrating through their joined mouths, and she couldn't help but smile.<br><br>"Loyd..." His name tumbled off her lips like a caress, unintentionally, but she did not regret the feel of his name on her tongue in this context. Part of her had to admit that she had dreamed about something like this for some time, in the darker reaches of her imagination. Because really, what right did a slave have to imagine herself with a lord? She responded easily to his kisses, her hands still tangled in his hair, pulling him close.<br><br>His calloused hand on her breast brought out another moan, and her back arched slightly up in to his touch. He was so gentle, even attentive compared to....No. She pushed the memories away, the disgusting things that had been done to her body. She would not let the father poison this moment she had with Loyd. Her eyes opened slightly so that she could admire the warrior's form in the soft moonglow. Her eyes shone purple, with the intensity of the passion she was feeling, and the heat building in her core had risen to the fury of an inferno. She could feel his erection digging in to her hip, and that only served to heighten the sensations that assaulted her. Her other breast rubbed eagerly against his chest, egging him on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Loyd's Slave (Mag and Aiyanna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReanimateMagnus</strong> on <strong>17-12-2014, 05:18:33</strong>
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				He leaned back from her and up towards her ear. "I want you." he said taking in her earlobe slightly between his teeth. His large muscular arms held him above her. Peering downwards at their bodies he could find himself poking just underneath her and against her thigh. Shifting his hand from her breast he moved it to his manhood.<br><br>With his fingers wrapping around his long slender shaft he pressed the tip towards her entrance. Finding that she was not fighting him he pushed into her for the first time, pressing her walls open and making room for his manhood, sliding down deeper into her caused a wave of pleasure and his breath to get caught.<br><br>Moving his hand back to her side, lifted slightly off of her he tried to go deeper and found that he had gone as deep as he could, the tip of his manhood pressed against her cervix. Opening his eyes slowly to see her reactions he leaned down to kiss her once more, loving her taste and losing himself to whatever emotions he was feeling at the time, he wasn't sure if it was lust or love.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Loyd's Slave (Mag and Aiyanna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiyanna</strong> on <strong>17-12-2014, 06:15:57</strong>
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				Tayah shuddered as she heard Loyd's whisper in her ear, and in a less intense circumstance, she may have wept tears of joy. She never would have expected to hear those words from him. She had thought this a mere transaction on his part, satisfaction of brief itch, as it were, not actual lust. She kissed him fiercely then, putting all the passion she had in to their locked lips, letting him know just how much she wanted him as well.<br><br>Her womanhood was slick with her juices as he positioned the tip of his heavy cock at her entrances. A distant, objective piece of her mind observed that he was much more well-endowed than his father had been, and that filled her with a very odd sort of satisfaction. She silenced those thoughts, and focused on the sensation of him sliding in to her. She couldn't breath, so intense was the pleasure she felt from him slowly sliding penetrating her depths, filling her to overflowing. The head of his cock hit her cervix as his balls rested against her ass, and those inner muscles flexed and twitched around him, trying to get used to his girth.<br><br>Willingly, for the first time in her life, she spread her thighs to make for a more comfortable position, as she felt the man settling inside her. Her hips rocked subtly against him, and she filled the air with soft little whimpers and moans, swept away by passion and lust.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Loyd's Slave (Mag and Aiyanna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReanimateMagnus</strong> on <strong>17-12-2014, 06:30:03</strong>
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				Hearing her whimper and moan gave him the go ahead to start. Feeling her thighs spread open for him allowed him some breathing room to move. His cock drenched in her juices slid nearly out before like a piston slammed back into her. He was starting off slow due to his time apart from women. He didn't want to be pre-mature.<br><br>His breath was hot and his body was without sweat yet. That would come later. He had the stamina, he just wasn't sure how long he would last from receiving this overwhelming sensation in his shaft and balls. His nice and round sack bounced against her ass each time he thrust into her. His arms flexing due to the motion and to keep himself poised above her, not wanting to crush her with his weight.<br><br>Leaning down he kissed her on the forehead due to their height. Parting the kiss left a nice moist mark on her head. Seeing her breasts bounce slowly as he worked in and out of her. Those inner muscles tightening around him made him want to release inside of her, but delaying satisfaction was something he knew all too well, though never talked about it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Loyd's Slave (Mag and Aiyanna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiyanna</strong> on <strong>17-12-2014, 07:44:19</strong>
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				Tayah uttered a soft scream as Loyd slammed in to her for the first time. She flexed hard once around him, and did again with each thrust. He was driving her mad with his slow, steady strokes. Her hands scraped at his back, pulling his body in to hers, wanting him, even needing him. She was close to coming, so close she could almost feel it. She never had before, but she understood the concept, and she knew it was on the way.<br><br>"Please..." she whispered. "Please." She didn't even know, consciously, what she was asking for, she just knew that she needed and wanted more from him. Her legs lifted to wrap around his waist, pulling him even closer, letting him slide slightly deeper in to her core. <br><br>The tender kiss on her forehead made her smile, again, he surprised her with his gentleness. She nuzzled his chest before running her tongue and lips over his neck and shoulders, leaving a trail of kisses over the smooth skin. He wasn't sweating quite yet, but she could still taste the salt on his skin, and moaned softly. His skin tasted amazing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Loyd's Slave (Mag and Aiyanna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReanimateMagnus</strong> on <strong>17-12-2014, 17:36:23</strong>
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				He felt as though she was begging for him to start to do it faster. He bit his lip knowing he would cum soon if he went any faster. Either way he started to pick up the speed. His throbbing manhood opened her walls each time he pounded his way into her, feeling like he was going to bruise her cervix with how hard he was ramming into her.<br><br>"I'm going to cum." He said not wanting to risk having a child with her, that was something they had not discussed. But at the moment he was in a daze of red and lavender. Feeling her face against his chest and her lips on his neck and shoulders was very tantalizing. He still wasn't sweating as if his stamina was too high and he wasn't working that hard, his muscles and in shape physique being a benefit here.<br><br>The bed was creaking greatly now as he grunted while thrusting into her, his speed overwhelming and he could feel himself swelling inside of her before spurting his seed into her cervix feeling it coat around his dick as he shot a second load and then a final third shot. Under his shaft he could feel his balls getting wet from the splash of cum that shot from her vagina even while he was still hard inside of her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Loyd's Slave (Mag and Aiyanna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiyanna</strong> on <strong>17-12-2014, 23:15:05</strong>
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				She clung to Loyd with all the strength she had as he began to pick up speed, thrusting with what felt like all the strength and power in his massive form. It was intoxicating. Her juices flowed freely around him, pouring out to soak his balls and her thighs. She felt his shaft throbbing in time with her pussy, and knew that neither of them was far from completion. <br><br>She heard his whispered words, and couldn't restrain a soft chuckle. "I know," was all she replied, and did not even think to wonder why he had said it. Perhaps just caught up in the moment. She was too far gone to recognize that he was possibly worried about the consequences of spilling his seed inside of her, consequences that were, in her case, irrelevant. <br><br>Tayah could feel the bed rocking gently beneath them, could feel him pounding in to her even harder, even faster, then his cock throbbed hard three times in succession, and she felt his hot cum filling her to overflowing. She came right along with him, her entire body shaking with the force of the orgasm that took her, and their combined juices spilled from her slit freely. She held on to him, trembling, for what felt like a long time. Her mind could not comprehend entirely what had just happened, only that it had been incredible, and unforgettable. In the aftermath, she kissed him tenderly everywhere she could reach, her fingers tangled in his hair. "Oh, Loyd..." she whispered.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Loyd's Slave (Mag and Aiyanna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReanimateMagnus</strong> on <strong>17-12-2014, 23:39:29</strong>
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				He finished oozing into and out of her. Feeling her cling to him and the sudden barrage of kisses made him smile, even in his stupor of post climax. His rock hard manhood slowly became more flaccid but kept its length inside of her. Leaning down he hugged her, or maybe he was just relaxing. His chest pressed to hers, he made sure to not put his full weight on her.<br><br>He smiled hearing his name. His arms wrapped around and underneath her, holding her tightly as she did to him. He couldn't think right now, not with all the blood being drawn from his mind to elsewhere. He was breathing more regularly now that he was calming down in her endless grasp. He kissed her soft and tenderly on her lips before rolling over slowly onto his back.<br><br>He didn't have any words to say for how incredible the experience was. He wanted to thank her but he felt that would be weird to say at a time like this. His massive manhood still held its slight hardness as it laid against his abdomen and inny belly button. It was coated in her juices and his seed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Loyd's Slave (Mag and Aiyanna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiyanna</strong> on <strong>18-12-2014, 08:51:44</strong>
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				Tayah had no words, no clear thoughts for what she was feeling at this moment. Instead, as Loyd finally slid out of her and rolled off, she snuggled under his arms, suddenly feeling a little cold as her passions cooled. Her bright purple hair faded back in to the cool blue of contentment, and to be honest, she probably would have fallen asleep then if not for the sudden, soft knock on the door. She squeaked in surprised and rolled off the opposite edge of the bed, hiding from whoever was at the door.<br><br>It opened ever so slightly, and she hoped Loyd had the sense to cover himself, though she partially relieved when she heard Elmer's voice. He would be less likely to question a man's needs, and with her out of sight, he might not even realize she had been involved. He could simply think that the lord had been trying to ease the...aches....of the road. <br><br>"M'lord, dinner is ready whenever you are, and we have the smaller dining area ready for you. Have you seen Tayah, sir? Batika said she went to get water, but I cannot find her anywhere."<br><br>Tayah swallowed hard, and prayed that Loyd would not give her away. Suddenly, she felt sick. She had opened her legs for a man she hadn't seen in ten years, basically at the drop of a hat. She could tell herself all she wanted that it had been for her foster parents, but in the darker reaches of her mind, she knew she had wanted it. Wanted <em>him.</em> Silently, she cursed herself, and waited for Elmer to leave. She didn't know how she was going to live with herself, or how she could bear going on the road with Loyd now. She wasn't even going to be able to look at him now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Loyd's Slave (Mag and Aiyanna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReanimateMagnus</strong> on <strong>19-12-2014, 06:52:44</strong>
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				Without moving much he overheard the old man talking to him as if he were alone, his first reaction was to say that she was here but then for a moment the mental thought of how she seemed ill at ease about walking about the home nude was because she didn't want her foster parents to see her, let alone with him on his first night back. He was at least able to empathize with her this much.<br><br>"I'll be there in a moment. Thank you." He said not answering his question about Tayah knowing the man would not protest and demand to know if he knew where Tayah was.<br><br>As soon as the man was gone he looked down to Tayah and smiled briefly to her. Whispering softly. "I didn't think you wanted me to let him know you were here." His smile was gentle and attractive in its simplicity. He rolled over slowly and moved from the bed. "I'm going to put on some clothes. Feel free to do the same." He knew she didn't need permission but at least he was trying to be a master. Feeling that she needed some sort of orders now and again.<br><br>He left the room almost coldly. It wasn't a lack of love, it was just his way, he wasn't all lovey dovey and his empathy was lacking in most common senses. Heading to his father room, not wanting to be a hypocrite he decided against wearing anything he remembered his father wearing and tried to find something buried away and hopefully never worn. Coming out in a pair of overalls and not much more. Heading to the dining room and hall.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Loyd's Slave (Mag and Aiyanna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiyanna</strong> on <strong>22-12-2014, 20:03:58</strong>
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				"Thank you," was all she managed to get out after Loyd covered for her, but then he was dressed and gone. Tayah couldn't stop the shock and sharp stab of pain as he just...left. After that, he just left. Hell, he hadn't even assured her that the other slaves would be left alone. Biting back tears of frustration and anger, she went to the chest that held some of Loyd's old clothes. They were from when he was a teenager, so they were much to small for his warrior bulk, but they were still slightly baggy on her lithe, slender frame. <br><br>She wouldn't keep them, however much she wanted to for the sake of the familiar scent of him still buried in the fabric, but they were enough to get to the bathing chamber with out being completely humiliated, to retrieve her own clothes. <br><br>Once dressed, she made the trip back to the chamber and redressed, then cleaned up the tub and buckets. Once she was in the dining room, she couldn't help but stare at Loyd's attire. She sort of understood him not wanting to associate with anything to do with his father, but she couldn't deny he looked a bit ridiculous. She hadn't even known his father owned a pair of overalls. The former lord had enjoyed playing the great host over his people, always dressing in fine fabrics and the latest fashions, except when he was out on the training grounds. <br><br>But the others were there, sitting beside the set table in awkward silence, so she slid on to the bench beside the final setting and nodded an apology to Esbern. "Sorry I'm late, I was just cleaning up," she explained as briefly as she could.
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