Naamah's Glory (Blackstone and Wistful Dream)
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				Title: <strong>Naamah's Glory (Blackstone and Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>06-02-2017, 07:16:18</strong>
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				It was the Longest Night, the most celebrated night in all of Terre d'Ange, a tradition that spanned more than a thousand years of history.&nbsp; The night where winter was honored, yet the hope and promise of life and spring to come.&nbsp; In a culture that was renowned for its beauty and grace, on no night was that more apparent than this night.&nbsp; All other fetes compared to this night were tame garden parties and gathering.&nbsp; Of all of the celebrations happening this night, among the two largest and most acclaimed were the Night Court and Blooming Flowers, and the fete hosted by House Courcel, the House Royal, at the Royal Palais.&nbsp; While not as exclusive as the fete in the Night Court, an invitation to the Palais Longest Night Celebration was nothing to snob or lift one's nose at.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was a chance to socialize with among the most powerful nobles in the realm, many whom spend the winter season in the City of Elua.<br><br>Among the glittering throng which was the Night Court was the Dowayne of Mandrake, Nathaniel Edward Wintre nó Mandrake.&nbsp; As has been the tradition for the Longest Night, House Mandrake's theme for the masques to end all masques was something commanding and intimidating all at once.&nbsp; In a fit of a bit of a scandal, Nathaniel and the courtesans and adepts of his house were dressed as rakes and pirates all.&nbsp; It was a scandal for a rash of pirating hitting the Straits of Alba for the last several months, raiding Vrallian shipping which was coming to Azzalle.&nbsp; In a diplomatic gesture to Vrallia, the Terre d'Ange Royal Navy had been doing its best to stop and apprehend the pirates.&nbsp; They had not had much success, a very serious blow Azzallesse pride as it was the Duc de Trevalion himself who was coordinating the effort to capture the pirates, and for three long long months the brigands avoided the navy at all turns, making the Duc and the northern fleet the brunt of many jests.&nbsp; Mandrake coming to the fete as pirates and rakes was a telling statement, bold and political both at once.&nbsp; It would not be the Longest Night without some controversy.<br><br>One wondered why House Mandrake decided to make the move with such a contentious choice for a theme.&nbsp; Rumors were already fluttering about patrons and courtesans alike.&nbsp; The least likely thought was it had been the Mandrake's theme all along before the hunt for pirates became the talk of every noble and Night Court salon from Rouen to the City of Elua.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was the least likely of the reasons.&nbsp; The more popular line of reason was it was a means to bring patrons to House Mandrake, the controversy of it all to be popular with enemies of House Trevalion, or anyone who wished to perhaps tweak Trevalion pride.&nbsp; <br><br>The truth of it all to be honest, known only to Nathaniel and one other person.&nbsp; The other patrons would be one Helena Trevalion.&nbsp; She had contracted Nathaniel for a week long assignation, having him service her, her friends, and more.&nbsp; At the end of it all she left him no patron gift, claiming the price of the assignation had been too high and she had nothing left.&nbsp; Nathaniel was not from Azzalle, but Camlach, but it did not mean he did not have his own pride equal to the province founded by Azza.&nbsp; He never again took an assignation from Helena, or any others whom she shared him with during the week he had been contracted.&nbsp; It had been like a thorn stuck in his finger which had festered.&nbsp; He had no power or means to excises the wound to his ego, till this night.&nbsp; The look upon Helena's face this evening was worth the long years he had to wait.&nbsp; He made certain she received a coin to attend, just so he could witness the look upon her, to see her pride stung and her fume, witnessed by near all gathered.&nbsp; Yes, it had been worth the long years wait.<br><br>As for Nathaniel, he made certain he spared no expense in both the material from which it was crafted from, the quality of the stitching, the cut of the cloth.&nbsp; He even went so far to be complete with an eye patch.&nbsp; Despite it being winter, Nathaniel was wearing a jacket that left his chest bared save for a few crossing ties that cut into his skin.&nbsp; The jacket did not hide the long tattoo which decorated his chest.&nbsp; &nbsp;The body art started underneath the upper part of his jacket about his left shoulder and traveled down the full length of his torso, over his chest and sternum, then over his abdomen to his right hip.&nbsp; &nbsp;The stark black lines of the intricate scroll work of the ink under the surface of his sun kissed skin made a vivid contrast, and had his perfect beauty stand out all the much more.&nbsp; Very few courtesans ever put more upon their skin other than their marque, the symbol of their service and tribute of honor to Naamah.&nbsp; Nathaniel was the exception, and as a result of it, and his service, he had become one of the more celebrated courtesans of his age.<br><br>The hour was growing close to when the horologist would call the time, and the Sun Prince would arrive to liberate the Maiden from the shackles of winter and time.&nbsp; Nathaniel had taken a glass of jolie from a passing Cereus novice and downed the potent drink, one which loosened tongues and inhibitions alike, when he saw her.&nbsp; It was like a cord upon a harp being stroked and a sweet and pure melody resonating as a result when he laid his dark sapphire gaze upon her.&nbsp; To this day he could not tell why Naamah, the Bright Lady, chose that moment to reach down and caress his soul as she did, for it was the only explanation for the sensation he felt.&nbsp; Perhaps she was rewarding one of her most dedicated servants for righting an injustice done in her name.&nbsp; In years from now, Nathaniel could say perhaps it was Kushiel who guided his hand and thoughts to choose the theme that Longest Night.&nbsp; <br><br>To be honest, he had not other reason for what was reverberating through his mind, body and soul.&nbsp; It was something he had never felt before.&nbsp; He had been perhaps tempted once to love.&nbsp; She was from Kusheth, the sister of the current Duc de Morhban.&nbsp; He was ready to leave the Night Court for her, till the moment she shut him out of her life.&nbsp; She had chosen power and influence over him, marrying into the House of Argon, the Rey's youngest son.&nbsp; She left Terre d'Ange with barely a word to him.&nbsp; He understood why.&nbsp; Aragon was not Terre d'Ange, and would not suffer a Consort, a man sleeping with the prince's wife, possibly calling into question the lineage of the offspring from the union.&nbsp; It did not make the emotional blow lighter.&nbsp; She had tried to write to him since that day.&nbsp; Nathaniel burned each and every letter till she stopped sending them.&nbsp; Again, Nathaniel was not without his own deep well of pride.<br><br>Since Angelique de Morhban, Nathaniel had never had any other desires beyond the assignation for his patrons.&nbsp; It was perhaps with luck he was already Dowayne when it had happened, but he had not been so for long.&nbsp; During his ascension to the lofty rank, he had treated his patrons differently.&nbsp; He had been fostered and raised in House Heliotrope till it was clear the day House Mandrake was his calling in Naamah's service, and as such he loved each and every one of his patrons, making each believe his was theirs.&nbsp; Even then, he had not handed out a Lover's token to a patron, not till Angelique had arrived into his life.&nbsp; She had received his token, she, and no one else since she left, and since that time, he no longer treated his patrons if he loved them, but only as a patron and nothing more.<br><br>So he could not understand why the glimpse of chestnut hair and violet eyes gripped him so.&nbsp; Violet eyes meant one of two things, either the House of l'Envers or House Courcel.&nbsp; Imriel and Sidonie's two daughters, Anielle and Therese, had the violet eyes of their aunt and grandmother, and not the sapphire or black eyes of their parents.&nbsp; Coins were extended to them of course, and they had attended before, but Anielle had the golden blonde hair of her mother, and Therese the hair of her father, neither which were chestnut brown, the color of the nutshells when they were at their ripest, when the flavor was at their peak.&nbsp; Of course it could be a wig as part of an elaborate costume.&nbsp; <br><br>It did not change the fact he felt as if he were being pulled towards her.&nbsp; He got within a range of her, and Nathaniel took his fingers and stroked them down the length of her graceful spine and shoulders, from the base of her neck to the small of her back, all the while admiring the lines presented to him, imagining in his mind her stretched out already and bearing the marks of his quirt, such a lovely canvass he would be to practice his art.&nbsp; &nbsp;As he caressed the object of his admiration, a voice full of rich and dark sensuality, a voice which could promise such illicit and violent pleasures only a master of his craft could provide, spoke to her with a near physical, tangible presence, as if he had a second pair of hands caressing about her body.&nbsp; <strong>"This next dance would be mine, m'Lady."</strong>&nbsp; There was no question in his voice, no asking permission in the resonating tone of his exotic and erotic inducing voice.&nbsp; No there was only the rich tone of desire wrapped about the steel of command, hot silk dragged about one's skin, and feeling the cane underneath.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Naamah's Glory (Blackstone and Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>16-02-2017, 22:03:02</strong>
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				The Longest Night had come, a night that echoed back to a time beyond even when Elua and his Companions had graced Terre d'Ange with their gifts and so Ninette l'Envers found herself with a choice many young woman would have envied when presented with it. To spend the night of frivolity at the royal Palace in the company of most of her family, she herself a cousin to the bloodline that ruled their blessed land, or to venture beyond the Palace, into the City of Elua and pass the longest span of darkness of the year amid the glittering beauty of the Court of Night Blooming Flowers. The choice was not the easiest to make, for she was only newly come to the City of Elua and the Palace, sent for by her father while her mother remained in L'Agance to tend the family estate. Until a mere two weeks past she had been at the country estate, yet with the passage of her natal day before the turn of the year her parents had assented to her wish to live in the capital. <br><br>It was her cousin, Lady Elise l'Envers, who had decided the path she would take, that which had brought her to the threshold of Cereus House as snow flurries danced down from the night sky. Elise was only a year her senior, the daughter of her father's younger brother, and she had the lovely golden blond hair of their bloodline, though her gaze was an unusual amber rather than the violet most thought of tied to the family. Ninette herself possessed the violet iris' that hinted at her heritage, though her hair was from her mother's side, a rich chestnut with hints of red and gold when in the sunlight, the locks apt to curl when left to their own devices. How often she had yearned to possess the honey blond color was beyond count, but that particular discontent in her looks was not present this evening. Not as the two cousins, arm in arm, glided from the reception hall into the great room where the Night Court had gathered in all their mighty splendor to pass the night, with the whisper of her own gown around her emboldening her confidence. <br><br>"Oh Elise, it is truly like a dream!" Unable to contain her awe the young woman breathed out her words as her eyes moved about the room admiring the various costumes and their craft, not to mention the living masterpieces that were the adepts, the Flowers, of the Night Court. The past years had seen her attending the fete at the family seat, and while the House of l'Envers was proud and mighty it could not compare to the lavish opulence now presented to Ninette's senses. Her fair haired cousin laughed, tugging her down the stairs and into the thick of the gathering. <br><br>"It is the Court of Night Blooming Flowers, cousin dear. I did tell you this would be the most splendid of all the fetes this eve." <br><br>"You did, and how right you were." An easy smile touched the young woman's lips, her violet eyes sparkling behind the half mask that obscured her features above the curve of her smiling lips. It was a delicate creation, tulle and gems artfully placed to mimic sea foam as it frothed upon the waves, the white and teal striking against the rich hue of her hair that cascaded freely around her shoulders down past the curve of her hips. <br><br>In attempt to select something unusual both cousins had chosen a goddess from the land of Hellas, which thankfully no other seemed to have thought of for their costumes. Elise had selected a goddess of the hunt, clad in a navy blue silk tunic that covered her till roughly mid thigh, split on both sides at the waist, with a belt crafted of silver to appear as if it were made of stars, her legs displayed in shapely white trousers that vanished into white leather boots. Her blond hair was piled upon her head, a cornet of stars to match her belt and her mask in the form of a crescent moon tied to the belief that the goddess was also patron of the moon. Ninette however had chosen a goddess said to be born from the waves of the ocean, patron of love and beauty. Her gown was made of a stunning aquamarine silk that clung to her torso, shoulders completely bare save for little gems delicately laid in a pattern to mimic waves against the fairness of her pale skin. From the bodice the gown softened it's embrace at the swell of her hips, flowing as liquid might with each step she took, her feet clad in sandals that laced up to her knees in the fashion so popular in Hellas, the material painted a metallic gold. Upon her brow rested a wreath made of seashells and white flowers said to symbolize love. And yet all the costly detail of her outfit seemed almost dull compared to what the adepts of the Night Court had made in celebration of this holiday. <br><br>Elise was stolen away first for a dance by an Elegantine adept costumed as a laughing panther, the jungle seeming to be his House's theme for the night. Ninette accepted the first offer, made by a masked man dressed as an infamous poet some decades back who seemed to be from no House, blushing in delight at the thrill of being wholly on her own and liberated from the watching eye of a parent. After that the whirl of her partners blended together as she lost herself to the joy of simply dancing and laughing until at last Elise caught her arm and the two drew apart from would be dance partners to find a novice with a tray of joie. Accepting the small glass of the drink Ninette sipped at it laughing in delight as two Orchis adepts garbed as the seasons turned a dance into a mock battle that had the other dancers on the floor swiftly moving out of the way to watch the foolishness with mirth dancing in her eyes as the sweet, sparkling drink filled her with warmth. <br><br>In an attempt to cool herself the young woman gathered the silken wealth of her hair over one shoulder, exposing the back of her neck to the room. The gesture did seem to help, though she was not in the least prepared for the touch that slightly touched at the base of her neck and then teased down to the small of her back while stealing the breath from her. Full lips parted in a soft gasp at so bold a touch, a deep voice surrounding her as breath teases against one of her ears in a tone that seemed ill suited to the sparkling light of the great hall and more apt for an intimate moment in the private of a bed chamber. The authorative wording had something in her shifting, a blush of color sweeping her cheeks as Ninette was faced with the truth of her own tastes. Many among the l'Envers honored Kushiel's arts yet most favored wielding power over another while she yearned to surrender. <br><br>Turning slightly to face the stranger she realized instantly he had to belong to Mandrake, for they were clearly pirates in their costumes. And this pirate had to be the most wicked of them all, with a face crafted to make thought difficult, a body that spoke of power and confidence, the hint of tattoo upon his shoulder piquing her curiosity as most adepts had no mark upon their skin save for that of their marque. His skin was a gorgeous sun kissed gold, his hair raven black and those eyes, eyes that seemed to see straight through her as her heart raced within her breast and Ninette faced the realization that she would not deny this man anything he asked of her. A glance at her cousin proved only that the other young woman had been swept away by another partner, leaving her to face this scoundrel on her own. Mindful of her family's importance Ninette had avoided situations in the past that might present the option of a lover, yet this man seemed to be temptation itself personified and she found her reasons for that caution abandoned in the giddy swirl of the fete, or perhaps the brightness of the joie who's taste still yet lingered in her mouth. <br><br>"As you wish, m'Lord." Ninette prayed that her voice did not sound half so awe struck as she felt before him, that the urge to sink to her knees was well hidden even if the rosy pink of her blush stole down her fair skin. Her lashes lowered demurely even as she curtsied slightly to him, responding to the aura of power that clung to him nearly as a second skin without thought to who he might be among the Night Court, eye patch or no. Her hands she lifted from her sides, palms facing up in offering to him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Naamah's Glory (Blackstone and Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>25-02-2017, 07:37:59</strong>
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				Oh the smile which graced Nathaniel's features.&nbsp; Much like else with the man, it was keen and sharp with a double edge of danger and pleasure to it.&nbsp; Once more his voice was like a living breathing thing, with its own hints of sharp and dark things he could promise, and make happen.&nbsp; It was the voice of the dark mirror of pleasure, of heated silk dragged over the soft and smooth skin, the taste of honey with clover and cinnamon, much like the treats they give out to novices of the Night Court to determine who would be in House Valerian, or Mandrake.&nbsp; While the novices who enjoy and understand the spice was the treat of the candy were marked for House Valerian, those novices who take pleasure out of the suffering of those who suffered tasting the treat were marked for House Mandrake.&nbsp; Many houses of the Night Court gnashed their teeth the day it was clear Nathaniel's destiny in the Night Court of Blooming Flowers was with House Mandrake and none other.<br><br><strong>"As I wish?"</strong>&nbsp; Nathaniel responds, one hand taking Ninette's left hand into his right, the grip of it conveying the power about him, at least physical power in his fingers, giving Ninette an idea on how they would feel upon other places, more intimate areas upon her body.&nbsp; His other hand raked over her hip just so as she turned, and once more ended at the small of her back.&nbsp; Once there his fingers danced over every single erogenous zone upon the bare expanse of flesh under his fingertips.&nbsp; He was a Servant of Naamah and a Night Court trained courtesan, he knew the location of each one and how much pressure to apply as his fingers glided over her skin, pulling her into a dance in which he smoothing entered the rest of the glittering throng of his peers.&nbsp; As he did, his voice continued in the oh so rich and seductive tone.&nbsp; <strong>"No my lovely nymph of the sea, I do not wish, I command, and you yield and obey."</strong><br><br>As they moved, he put his thigh between her legs, pressing the marble hard length of his thigh against her, flexing it and having it dance in time with the music and movement about them.&nbsp; Nathaniel's skill with dance was his equal with teasing and seducing one, not he needed to do much with the woman in his arms.&nbsp; He knew how to read body language as well.&nbsp; When he had touched the young woman, commanded her, he saw well the effect his actions had upon her.&nbsp; Even in the dead of winter, the sun still kissed her skin, but even the golden tone could not hide the blush which graced her skin.&nbsp; The way she turned her eyes away and down in deference, the manner of her body moved, as if to sink to her knees before catching herself.&nbsp; Mind, she caught herself quickly, and many in the Night Court would have missed the action, but Nathaniel did not.&nbsp; All if it told him this woman, this young patron would not object at all to him commanding her, indeed would welcome it like a sapling needed sunlight.<br><br>She was not the Dauphine or her younger sister.&nbsp; Both had came to the Night Court before, both asking for the Dowayne to be the one they contract with.&nbsp; The Dauphine had been a challenge, and to be honest was much like her father despite the fair complexion and hair.&nbsp; Her sister what like very much like her mother.&nbsp; He had observed her and the King Consort one evening as a novice, attending House Mandrake.&nbsp; While speaking of patrons was proscribed, it did not mean there were not whispers or rumors.&nbsp; The Queen was wholly d'Angeline in her soul, and unapologetic or ashamed of her desires at all.&nbsp; The same was with her daughters.&nbsp; It was because he had been the courtesan for both young women he knew nether were before him now.&nbsp; No, this was a fresh young flower as yet jaded by sex and thus every pleasure and pain she would experience would be like the first time all over for Nathaniel.&nbsp; A true and rare gift, and one in which had the Bright Lady's touch all about her.<br><br>Nathaniel used all of his talent and skill to bring her right to the sexual edge.&nbsp; This was a situation in which her inexperience with someone such as Nathaniel put her at a disadvantage.&nbsp; Her body was young, and eager to experience sex, especially the dark mirror Mandrake specialized.&nbsp; It was in every taut and aroused line of her body a they danced, and did in such a way as to deny her sexual climax.&nbsp; No, those would not be cheaply spent as many others were already about around them.&nbsp; From the corner of his eye he witnessed Elise with half her costume removed, and some adept, sex indeterminate from the angle as they danced by, with their head lodged and being kept between Elie's tights as she tossed her head back in pleasure.&nbsp; As the dance continued, his hand moved up from the of back to the gathered coils of silk like hair.&nbsp; Fingers laced through the threads of hair, gathering them into a tight grip which could not be broken, not unless one wished to loose a goodly portion of her scalp with it.&nbsp; Nathaniel used the grip to control Ninette during the dance, making her bend backwards and grind against his thigh before pulling her up again.&nbsp; He caught her lower lip with his teeth, pulling it out, letting friction dictate when it would finally slide from his teeth before he spoke.<br><br><strong>"The Bight Lady has touched you, and touched me.&nbsp; I do not know why she spun the golden rope of her essence about us, but she has, and I am not going to ignore it.&nbsp; You are mine, and I do not mean till the end of this dance.&nbsp; I mean for the evening at the very least.&nbsp; Every inch of you belongs to be to do with what I desire, what I command of of it for you to do.&nbsp; To that end, since it will be a sin to leave before the telling of midnight, you shall stay here by my side, for me to tease and caress as I wish, and once the Winter Queen has been restored to the maiden faire, you will be mine in all the way a man can own a woman, and we will explore many of those ways as before the night if through, I will break you, and ruin you for all others.&nbsp; What do you have to say to that, my oh so willing captive Lady?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Naamah's Glory (Blackstone and Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>01-03-2017, 19:22:08</strong>
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				Being a daughter of one of the most powerful noble lines in the country meant that Ninette had been on the receiving end of countless smiles, yet none had ever caused her heart to skip a beat and flutter such as the one that lay on this adept's lips. There was an edge to his good humor, a hint of danger that lay in the darkness beyond the glittering lights of the fete and she found herself tempted to slip into the shadows he offered. When he echoed her words the young woman's violet eyes widened for a moment in confusion only to have a bright sweep of color touch her cheeks as he took her hands and pulled her closer, seemingly knowing just how to touch her to leave her breathless and her body poised with nearly painful awareness of the sudden burst of her own desire as it filled her. <br><br><em>Command</em>. <br><br>He said the word with authority, revealing indeed that Mandrake had chosen the guise of pirates for the fete. Had he danced with her cousin he might have gotten the lash of a tongue that was use to being heard and obeyed, yet Ninette was only further aroused at the notion of a courtesan seeking to taunt her so. Was it a flaw in her nature, that she favored kneeling over the wielding of the flogger? Nay, not in Terre d'Ange, not with Elua's gift blessing them all and the awareness of Naamah's bright desire and Kushiel's dark promises singing through her blood. Into the throng of the dance he drew her, yet somehow the man managed to make it seem as if they were the only two in the whole of the vast room. <br><br>When his thigh slid between her legs in the movement of the dance and pressed the hard muscle against the apex of her legs where her body had dampened with desire since first his voice caressed her she gasped for him. Her violet eyes glazed over even as the young noble bit her lower lip in attempt to to keep any impolite sound from parting them. She was still too new to the glittering city and it's wildness to feel no need for modesty before so many. <strong>"And why should I simply yield, when I know you not? It is a great measure of trust you request for me to place in you, pirate lord."</strong> The pride of her House urged her to not simply melt into the man who tempted her beyond all rational thought, though for all that her voice still came out breathless as they moved on the dance floor. <br><br>Each step he guided her into was full of teasing touches, hints of the raw power of him beneath his clothing and whispers of what might be. It left her dizzy in a way that the joie she had drank likely aided in. Ninette realized others were dancing as they were, in a way that was sex in movement, yet it felt as if the rest of the world faded the longer the Mandrake adept touched her, taunted her. Even her shock at her cousin waltzing by with an adept's head between her legs didn't seem that profound as it should have been. Yet in truth she was hard put to take her attention away from the man before her, a task he made even more difficult when his strong fingers sank into her hair and arched her spine, bending her so that his thigh could press hard against where she was swollen with need and make her cry out at the grind against such tender flesh through the thin silk of her dress and under things. Swaying as she was brought to standing again she could only melt into his kiss, whimpering at the erotic spike of pain when his teeth caught her lower lip and tugged, sending a pulse of desire searing through her. <br><br>Dazed as she was by him it took a moment for his words to sink in, though she could understand why he believed Naamah had spun a rope between them, bringing them together given the force of heady attraction that lay between them. His. That he would be so bold to claim her, not even ask, but simply take thrilled her further, her throat working at the thought of such possession. He was socially not her equal, both of them from vastly different worlds but his dark charisma lured her closer and she whimpered at the thought of him simply teasing her until the midnight hour struck, until the Sun Prince had appeared to restore the Winter Queen. Could she last that long span of hours with such a man touching her, intent on possessing every inch of her. Ninette blushed hotly when he mentioned her willingness, lowering her eyes as she struggled with herself in internal debate. <br><br><strong>"I will surrender to your authority with two things given first. Your name, that I might know who it is that commands me, and a signal should I need respite for I am new to this world of sensuality beyond a few kisses and touches stolen in moonlight. I fear not my attraction, but I would have the ability to request respite if needed."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Naamah's Glory (Blackstone and Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>05-03-2017, 12:52:05</strong>
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				Nathaniel watched Ninette like a raptor bird watches its next meal.&nbsp; In the one eyes she could see, there was a light, a raging fire as it slowly looked down upon her, taking in everything about her.&nbsp; He was tall, the top of her head came to his eyes, but not so much it would be an issue for them.&nbsp; There was a popular rumor which ran through the court about the Queen and her husband.&nbsp; It was said during one of their intimate moments with one another, she said she could climb him like a tree.&nbsp; The same would be true at this moment with the Mandrake who was before Ninette at this moment.&nbsp; While he was muscled and broad shouldered, his waist was streamlined, and she could very easily lock her legs about him and dig her heels into him if she wanted too.&nbsp; At her response to words about getting her to yield to him, his lips once more turned up into the playful yet wicked smirk.&nbsp; The smirk combined, his hands raking over her skin in ways to make her sex <strong><em>ache</em></strong>, the way hiss gaze lingered over every enticing curve on display, it held the promise of acting upon and fulfilling every dark thought and fantasy about sex she ever had.&nbsp; More so than she ever thought or could dream.<br><br>With one of his hands in hers, he made it rise to a level a tad above her head, even with the top of his ears.&nbsp; He next lowered his head to kiss at the inside of her wrist, right at her pulse point, then trail up the length of her arm, again knowing how and were to touch her with his lips, how to kiss her.&nbsp; &nbsp;He let his mouth lick and suck at the where her forearm met her upper arm, another often neglected erogenous zone upon a woman.&nbsp; After pausing there for a few heartbeats, he moved on, kissing the length of her upper arm before he stopped before her ripe lips, freshly swollen from biting down upon her lower lip to keep herself from crying out.&nbsp; <br><br>He did not kiss her right away.&nbsp; Instead he let go of her hand and lightly caressed where his mouth had been only moments before, to stop at her cheek.&nbsp; There he cupped his hand in a very intimate gesture, letting his thumb rub lightly over her lips before he spoke.&nbsp; His voice was like heated silk wrapped about a steel core, a near physical entity in itself which touched her in places.&nbsp; <strong>"Because you know as well I as I do my lovely flower that though you know me not, even though I do not know your name save the tell tale violet eyes which marks your not only of Naamah but of House l'Envers, there is a connection between us.&nbsp; You felt it when I touched you here..."</strong>&nbsp; <br><br>The hand which was at the small of her back moved up to touch where he had touched her before.&nbsp; It seemed like hours instead of minutes, such was the way of arousal and desire distorting one's sense of time.&nbsp; His fingers made the exact same gesture as they moved once more back to the small of her back, again making those spots he knew where to touch and with how much pressure sing and having the same effect of making her sex <em><strong>ache</strong></em> even more, almost to the edge of pain.&nbsp; <strong>"A mere brush of my fingertips, but I would swear to Naamah and Kushiel your thighs are <strong><em>wet</em></strong>.&nbsp; It is because of that, the connection you felt before you even heard my voice you will gladly yield to me in the hope I can touch every dark desire and dream you ever had and more."</strong><br><br>Nathaniel kissed her then.&nbsp; It was not a brutish or overpowering kiss, but it was a demanding one.&nbsp; He licked at her lips in a soft caressing motion.&nbsp; Again Nathaniel knew how to kiss a woman, and Ninette, still new to the desires burning and coursing through her veins, parted her lips for him.&nbsp; He let his tongue slip inside of her then, to caress and move against hers.&nbsp; As he kissed her, they passed by a shadowed alcove which was remarkably unoccupied.&nbsp; He moved in the blink of an eye and had Ninette against the wall of the ballroom, their bodies cloaked in shadows.&nbsp; A deft movement with his thigh had her legs spread wide to wrap about him if she so desire.&nbsp; He ground oh so slowly into her, letting her feel <em><strong>him</strong></em> as he rubbed the fabric of her gown against her swollen and needy sex.&nbsp; Only then did he answer her.<br><br><strong>"I am of the Night Court, and as you may have deduced on your own, Scion of Naamah, of House Mandrake.&nbsp; The <em>signale</em> is sacrosanct, and any patron who desire one, is given one, and it is honored upon pain of heresy or more."</strong>&nbsp; It was true, and in the living history of the Night Court, the number of Mandrake courtesans who ever violated the <em>signale</em> could be counted one hand with fingers left over.&nbsp; Those who did, were exiled if not put to death, a deterrent which would keep any honest.&nbsp; Of course, the way Nathaniel worded his response, he left it very much open in which there have been patrons of his who forego the <em>signale</em> with him, a sign of trust indeed with him, and also a thought sober and exciting all at the same time.&nbsp; To take fear and anticipation of the unknown and hone it into a fine sexual edge.&nbsp; To be at the utter mercy of this dark man, bound and helpless, and not knowing when he would be finish "playing" with her, when he would be done breaking down her will and taming her, to have no voice at all to bring it to an end.&nbsp; The very hint of it in one's mind...<br><br>Nathaniel's hand moved up down her body from her face, over the ripe swell of her breasts which were rising and falling with the pace of her breathing ad pulse.&nbsp; He made certain the palm of his thumb rubbed against the peaked top of her nipple which was straining against the fabric of her costume, to send currents of pure sexual desire and want from the hyper-sensitive numb of flesh down to her sex.&nbsp; &nbsp;He raked his fingers against the her mons, again letting the sinful and decadent material rub against the area of flesh which was as near responsive now as her nipples.&nbsp; He brought his hand back up from there, the tip of his fingers a hair's breath from touching her swollen and needy slit, up over her taut stomach quivering with anticipation, over the other breast before moving about her neck, digging his fingers into the silk like texture of her hair.&nbsp; He used the grip to slowly yet incessantly tug her head back so she had choice but to crane her head back to look up at him.&nbsp; He brought his mouth down upon her lips, once more caressing her lips and tongue before speaking again.<br><br><strong>"As for my name, I am Nathaniel Wyntre nó Mandrake, Dowayne of the House."</strong>&nbsp; Nathaniel nó Mandrake, a name heard even in Namarre, a courtesan whose fame, status, and influence challenged that of the Cereus Dowayne.&nbsp; While he had never said or confirmed, the rumors have had it even the House Royal had been patrons of his, that Dauphine herself upon reaching her age of consent, the sixteenth nataility in which the Night Court would allow a noble to sign an assignation, did so at House Mandrake above all others.&nbsp; It was not true, as the Dauphine had taken her first ever assignation at House Valerian, but her younger sister Katrina de la Courcel, did sign her first assignation with Mandrake, and it was Nathaniel who tamed her that night like a fractious colt.&nbsp; It was not a night she readily partook, much like her mother in regard, but when she did, she threw herself with all the passion and desire inside of her.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Nathaniel continued in his oh so rich voice, his other hand moving now from the small of her back to her hip, and oh so slowly moved up the arched form of her rib cage, and it was with finger akin to steel which finally cupped her breast, his thumb flicking back and forth slowly over her stiff nipple in time with the cadence of his voice, the hot velvet dragged over her skin, silk wrapped about steel.&nbsp; There was no question in his voice, no doubt, only pure confidence and certainty.&nbsp; <strong>"We will be leaving now, and you will come with me, for it is time for this dance to end, and the true <em><strong>dance</strong></em> between us."</strong>&nbsp; <br><br>He let go of her breast, and reached down to the belt about his waist which held a coiled whip.&nbsp; &nbsp;He uncoiled it and brought it up to her.&nbsp; With skill truly surprising and awe inspiring, he deftly wrapped the end about her neck like a make-shift leash.&nbsp; He let go of her hair next, and stepped away from her, being certain to allow her to gather her feet under her if she so needed too.&nbsp; He then gave a tug, the braided and oiled surface of the leather tightening about her neck every so slightly.&nbsp; It would not loosen, and would only continue to tighten about her if the length of it grew tight and had no slack in it.&nbsp; He walked away from the dark shadows and back into the light of the ballroom where all could see.&nbsp; He did not hesitate at all, confidence again in everything about him, certain she would follow behind him and not hesitate as she followed him, said pirate's treasure and share for this, the Longest Night.
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