A Wayward Paradise [Neroon & Nile Goddess]
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				Title: <strong>A Wayward Paradise [Neroon &amp; Nile Goddess]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>06-09-2009, 23:04:06</strong>
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				Colonel William Armstrong Creighton adjusted his pith helmet and glowered at the retreating backs of his bearers and guides as the river’s current bore them away.&nbsp; Then, with his characteristically phlegmatic matter-of-factness,&nbsp; he began to sort through the mound of materiel left by the deserting natives.&nbsp; So much for getting to the source of the Nile easily, he thought.&nbsp; He would have to do it on his own, he decided, and if that meant his return to Queen Victoria’s court was all the more note worthy, then so be it.<br><br>It had began to go wrong when they had left the modern state of Egypt and had plunged into the jungle.&nbsp; It had surprised&nbsp; Creighton to find such primeval forest so early, but then, he thought, this was Africa.&nbsp; The native oarsmen had begun muttering under their breath and, even though he knew precious little of their language, Creighton could tell by the tenor of their voices that they were spooked.&nbsp; He had tried to discuss it with Kedar, the chief guide, but the dour Egyptian had merely said that the signs and portents had turned bad.&nbsp; <br><br>A few days later, they had passed a tall thin obelisk on the riverbank, which stood above the surrounding jungle and it was then that things turned really bad.&nbsp; The lead boat, in which Kedar sat, hit a rock in the river and had capsized.&nbsp; Most of those therein had been rescued, but Kedar had been lost in the swift flowing water.<br><br>With the loss of the chief guide, things had turned badly very quickly.&nbsp; The bearers had grumbled in their range of native tongues and without Kedar to translate, Creighton had had to rely on the bearers’ and guides’ broken Egyptian to get to the bottom of their misgivings.&nbsp; It had seemed that the guides were convinced that they were headed to danger.&nbsp; Creighton was, unfortunately, unable to get them to articulate quite what that danger was, and thus was unable, when the push came to the shove, to argue them out of leaving him en masse and had been damn lucky to get them to leave him a boat.<br><br>With the packing of his boat complete, Creighton stopped his futile dissection of the cause of his predicament.&nbsp; He climbed in the small boat and began paddling the boat upstream.&nbsp; By mid-day, he the jungle was beginning to thin out again.&nbsp; There was a sudden turbulence and the boat was pulled away from the main flow of the river.&nbsp; He was propelled by the current down a narrow ravine and down&nbsp; underground.&nbsp; Through the dark the river carried the boat and there was naught Creighton could do to&nbsp; check its progress.<br><br>Holding his head down lest a sudden stalactite decapitate him, Creighton prayed for survival.&nbsp; And then, suddenly, the boat emerged into bright sunshine and&nbsp; the current calmed as the river broadened.&nbsp; Taking the opportunity to rest, Creighton steered the boat to the bank.&nbsp; There he disembarked and soon had a small fire on the go.&nbsp; Above the fire he had a kettle boiling some of the river water and in next to no time he was drinking a cup of tea.&nbsp; <br><br>The important things having been accomplished, Creighton surveyed his new surroundings, cup in hand.&nbsp; He was in a wide plain, a fertile region surrounded by tall mountains.&nbsp; The river bisected the plain and, in the distance, it curved around the base of a tall white pyramid. Which was the centrepiece of an elegant city.&nbsp; There was nothing like this on the map, Creighton realised, and so, his tea consumed, he returned to the boat and let the current carry him to the city.&nbsp; Obviously, these people would be civilised and would recognise the superior moral fibre of an officer of the British Army.&nbsp; &nbsp; He tied up his boat at the quayside and approached an authoritative looking native and addressed him in his best Egyptian.<br><br>“I say, my man, “ he said, “I wonder if you can direct me to someone in authority.&nbsp; I come to offer the greetings of her Britannic Majesty, Queen Victoria to your nation.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Wayward Paradise [Neroon &amp; Nile Goddess]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>08-09-2009, 01:39:29</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The peculiar man spoke with a strange accent, and his words were muddled and thick. The nobleman did not know who he was or what he was talking about, but he understood the word ‘Queen’. Was he an emissary coming to meet the Goddess? That had to be it. His skin and clothing were not of her land, and the quality was too fine for him to be a wandering traveler.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The nobleman beckoned with a hand. “Follow me. Queen Cleopatra must not be kept waiting.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The man followed while he led. They took the fastest way, cutting through the bustling marketplace. The simple shacks and tents built into the mud and brick huts were alive with vendors and buyers. Men haggled for a yoke of oxen at one stall, while at another several women bickered over the price of fresh fruit.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Once through the market and around the edge of the great pyramid that served as the figurehead of the capital city, it was a straight path to the Queen’s mighty palace. The huts and shacks that the peasants lived in slowly thinned as they got closer, until they stopped entirely at the last quarter mile before the grand marble staircase began.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The great white staircase raised high above the dust and dirt of the desert floor, leading to the mouth of the palace where marble columns sat like teeth. The nobleman continued to lead the emissary deeper into the palace, passing the great hall of statues which held Anubis, Osiris, and many of the other old gods. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Outside, the heat had been scorching, but once inside the cool stone walls of the palace, the temperature dropped considerably. Gold served as the mortar between the marble tiles, and each hall was adorned with art or keenly sculpted statues, fountains, or greenery. Powerful Nubian women, the palace guards, patrolled in pairs, their large breasts bare and swinging as they passed by with spears.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At long last, the nobleman stopped before the first set of great doors to the palace. “Stay,” he commanded the emissary. “I must go and announce your arrival.”<br><br>------<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It had been a very mundane, hot, and outright boring day. For several hours on the first week of the <em>Shemu</em>, Cleopatra of the Nile held court for the common folk of her city. Their attempts to win her favor were pathetic; they often offered parts of their harvest, yet the food she ate was far more bountiful and delicious, imported from far off lands. They offered jewels and gold, yet her treasury was overflowing with wealth, enough to fill the Nile three times over.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;So she sat upon her throne of carved gold, cheek resting on two fingers as she lazily dismissed the peasants that prostrated before her feet. Guards and slaves would remove the offerings at the foot of her dais to later feed to her slaves and servants.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cleopatra decided, as her body moistened lightly in the heat, that her fan girl would be whipped at the end of the day. Though the small Arabian girl waved the staff tipped with peacock feathers furiously, it did very little to relieve her of the harsh day’s anger. Most of the heat within the throne room was a fault of the architecture. The entire east wall was a balcony that looked to the desert, curtained in pink silk. A warm easterly breeze, combined with the rising sun made the grand hall almost unbearably hot.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cleopatra was clad, as a desert Goddess should be, in gold. Her outfit resembled that of a bikini; only the top was merely a pair of hammered gold seashells. They covered the nipples, but her enormous areolas easily dwarfed the coverings. Suspending them in place and laying over the curve of her bosom were thin gold strands. The bottom, an impossibly tiny thong of golden floss was laced with diamonds and jewels. Heeled sandals wrapped around her calves, the texture similar to the skin of an asp.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As the most recent peasants, a man and woman, were ushered away in awe at her beauty and presence, one of her noblemen entered, bowing low before her.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“My Queen, an emissary wishes the pleasure of your attention,” he said.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She frowned slightly. An emissary? There had been no messenger declaring his arrival. “What land does he come from?”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The nobleman hesitated for a second. “I am…I am unsure, my Queen. I am not familiar with his people.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Even more perplexed, her dark brow furrowed beneath the golden tiara she wore. The head of an asp hissed from it, forever immortalized in the precious metal. Cleopatra traced her nail beneath her plush lower lip, thinking just who this emissary was.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“…Bring him to me.”<br>&nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Wayward Paradise [Neroon &amp; Nile Goddess]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 22:04:30</strong>
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				Surely the man must be a bit thick in the head, Creighton thought, for the route the man selected was right to what appeared the bazaar.&nbsp; Queen Cleopatra, he thought, ridiculous!&nbsp; No doubt he was being taken to some fortune teller who, for the right amount of silver would tell him he had "a long way to go".&nbsp; He supposed as he followed the man past stalls bearing piles of strange fruit, around wagons laden with strange smelling spices and past tents filled with all manner of fine silks and fabrics, that "Queen Cleopatra" was a hell of a name for a fortune teller.<br><br>However, Creighton's misgivings were unfounded, for they emerged from the bazaar at the foot of the palace steps and soon Creighton was asked to wait in a small atrium.&nbsp; As he waited, Creighton took a clean scarlet tunic from his pack over which he fastened a blanco'd Sam Browne, on which he holstered his service pistol.&nbsp; He was not perfectly dressed for court, but it was the best he could do.&nbsp; At least he looked respectable as a officer of the Royal Army.&nbsp; He was not given long to muse over the queen's name, Cleopatra.&nbsp; He was well enough read to know that the last six queens of Egypt before the country's fall to the Roman empire were all called Cleopatra.&nbsp; Obviously, there was more than just the pyramid to show that this culture was an off shoot of the ancient Egyptian one.&nbsp; How much, he wondered, had this culture deviated from the original?<br><br>Creighton was not, however, allowed the leisure to ponder an answer to that question for, almost as he had thought it, he was shown into the stifling heat of the throne room.&nbsp; Inside, the room was everything that had been conjured by the wilder imaginings of the artists of the earlier part of the century and there at the end of the room, draped on a solid gold throne tended by the ineffective ministrations of a girl with a feather fan, sat a woman who could only be Cleopatra.<br><br>As he came closer to the queen, Creighton's face flushed a soft pink.&nbsp; He hoped that his colour would be put down to the heat of the room rather than the actual cause: Queen Victoria would never have dressed like this!&nbsp; Fortunately for his composure, the mental image of Queen Victoria in such skimpy garb did much to deflate the growing tightness in his trousers that the queen's appearance caused in him.&nbsp; Certainly, she was a great beauty and the golden thing that could only loosely be called a costume did more to emphasise the voluptuousness of her figure than conceal it.&nbsp; It seemed that he would have a hard time knowing where to rest his eyes.<br><br>"Your Majesty," he began when it was made plain he should speak.&nbsp; "I bring you greetings from Her Britannic Majesty Queen Victoria.&nbsp; It is an honour indeed, to be presented to your court and I hope that this day will be the start of a glorious partnership between our nations."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Wayward Paradise [Neroon &amp; Nile Goddess]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 23:28:42</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The Queen’s perplexity grew further when the man was brought before her dais. His skin was light, far lighter than any of the kingdoms that bordered her domain, and he was dressed so bizarrely. The clothes and tunic he wore looked atrociously stifling, not fit for the arid environment, though he composed himself well. Obviously, he was a man of fit stature. What he wore at his hip was unfamiliar, but the metal object looked like a weapon. A soldier?<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<em>Could he be Greek? No, they do not wear such clothing…His skin is not of a Syrian either…Who is this man who is so strange and exotic?</em><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cleopatra shifted in her throne, crossing one leg over the other as she surveyed the man with her almost-obsidian eyes. The fan slave continued her futile beats; even the normally cool gold of her throne was uncomfortably warm to the touch. The unknown man must have indeed come from far for his eyes to wander as they did. Every man knew to avert their eyes to her breasts, and every woman knew to look to her feet.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He addressed her as a normal matriarch, though she was too fascinated with his accent to care about that or his wandering eyes. But what was this title he spoke of, this “Her Britannic Majesty Queen?” The ruler of his land? Who was this Queen Victoria to send an emissary without announcing it?<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I am the Goddess Cleopatra,” she replied curtly. “And you will address me as such. Though your intentions are of peace, you enter my domain without herald. Who are you, and what land do you come from?”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Her words were stiff, for she did not yet know his intentions, but behind her words stirred an interest for the man. He was unfamiliar, exotic, and not to mention handsome and well built. Such a wonderful man was only reserved for herself.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Wayward Paradise [Neroon &amp; Nile Goddess]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>10-09-2009, 23:00:39</strong>
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				Creighton realised from the curtness of the queen's tone that he had erred.&nbsp; How could he have been so stupid?&nbsp; Was it not the tradition for the Egyptian rulers to take on the mantle of divinity?&nbsp; Did not the first pharoahs claim to be descended from Amun Ra?&nbsp; It was inevitable, he thought, that such a society would keep such a tradition, given the way it seemed so close to what the scholars had suggested.&nbsp; The crossing and recrossing of her legs made almost derailed his train of thought and he swallowed and decided that he needed to make amends fairly quickly.<br><br>"Forgive me Divine One," he said, lowering his eyes with some reluctance.&nbsp; "Where I am from our rulers are mortals and not divine at all and, well, I have to admit, the splendour of your beauty fair took my thoughts away making me assume you were like the other rulers whom I have met."&nbsp; He cleared his throat and lifted his eyes once more to meet her gaze.<br><br>"My Queen, Victoria, has sent me to make the first contact with you and your people," he said.&nbsp; "I am, if it pleases you O Divine Cleopatra, the herald who shall come before a larger embassy, come to talk and learn of your people and to decide if my queen should indeed send forth an embassy to you."&nbsp; He smiled and bowed to her.&nbsp; "So please, allow me to present myself, Colonel William Armstrong Creighton, of the Royal Engineers.&nbsp; I am, for the duration of my stay, at your service."
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				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>11-09-2009, 00:05:29</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Colonel William Armstrong Creighton,” Cleopatra repeated, then in a mutter to herself, “Such an obscenely long name for a man.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He still had the audacity to look her in the eyes. She did not know whether his courage originated from pride or foolishness. Had one of her subjects <em>dared</em> to gaze upon the pools of brown that were her eyes, they would be whipped upon the spot.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<em>But I am being too hasty. This land and ruler he speaks about is unheard of. Let him bask in my glory a little longer. </em><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The more she gazed upon him, the more the irresistible urge to discover who he was became. Every feature made him stand out from the rest of the races she knew of. His eyes were so light…an almost impossible trait to come across by, similar to the splendor of a white tiger. A rarity he possessed was the lack of facial hair. What methods did he used to cut so close to his own skin, yet not mar his image? <br><br>A single male sent to bring tidings…this Queen Victoria would not miss a servant “lost to the elements”…<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She smiled at him, sitting straight upon her throne, then waved her hand as if to present something. “Welcome to Egypt, Colonel William Armstrong Creighton.” She snapped her fingers, and two nude slave girls kneeling along the wall rose to their feet, bringing forth a tray with a goblet and fruit. One was a voluptuous Nubian, the other a small Arabian. “Would you care for food and drink? I’m sure your journey to reach my paradise was long and grueling.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cleopatra rose from her throne then descended the stairs of the dais it sat upon while her slaves attended to Colonel William Armstrong Creighton. Each step was accompanied by a roll of her curvaceous hips, the diamonds about her waist glittering on the golden thong waistband. The lift her sandals provided her gave her a subtle, yet prominent air of authority, heightened only by the asp tiara around her forehead.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As she swayed before him, hand upon her hip, the bangles on her wrist clinked and jingled, overpowering the tinier sounds of the hammered gold of her skimpy clothing. “Would you care to survey the rest of my palace? I’m sure there is much we can discuss…”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Wayward Paradise [Neroon &amp; Nile Goddess]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 16:07:47</strong>
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				Creighton studied the queen as she approached and weighed up the minutiae of her responses.&nbsp; She was clearly intrigued by him- he must make, he thought, a particularly exotic specimen in her court- yet there was a faint brittleness to her gaze that spoke of something akin to annoyance.&nbsp; Primitive cultures, Creighton was aware, were rife with all sorts of complex codes and rules of behaviour and he had no doubt broken a good many of them.&nbsp; Who knows, perhaps addressing her directly was frowned on or perhaps he should genuflect before her?&nbsp; Then again, he reasoned, he might unwittingly do more harm in an attempt to put right what ever <em>faux pas</em> he had made.<br><br>By now she was close enough to him for her personality to be overwhelming.&nbsp; It was not just her startlingly beautiful appearance but also her regal manner and the faint perfume that lingered at the edge of his senses as she stood before him.&nbsp; Obviously, his lapse had not been a great one for she had just invited him on a tour of the palace, one, if he was not mistaken, she would conduct personally.&nbsp; He smiled back at her, his eyes dancing with delight and appreciation and he thought that this might be an opportune moment to broach the matter of protocol.<br><br>"I am honoured greatly, Divine One, that you should see fit to grant me a tour of your palace," Creighton began, inclining his head to her.&nbsp; "Indeed, there is much that we can profitably discuss.&nbsp; Please forgive me, Divine One, I am a stranger in your land and I know not the proper forms of behaviour here.&nbsp; No doubt, I have already offended against several of your customs without knowing and I fear that, given time, I might commit a much more grievous breach."&nbsp; He swallowed and adjusted the collar of his tunic, and continued. "So please, during the tour would you instruct me in the proper behaviour for your court that I might not offend you inadvertently?"
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				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 19:44:00</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;“I shall overlook any minor transgressions you have made thus far,” Cleopatra said turning from him and starting down the length of the throne room to the halls that spanned beyond. “After all, you are a visitor in my land, and I would hate for there to be a misunderstanding. But if you wish, I shall instruct you.”<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;She hid the disgust in her voice at his request. How dare he ask, no, <em>command</em> anything of a divine being? But that attitude would change. Surely, the presence of her illustrious body and beauty would break him. Her overpowering charm and sexual prowess would be more than he could handle, and soon he would grovel at her feet for the chance to just touch her.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Two palace guards opened a set of large double doors for her flawless form to pass through. The twisting marble halls of the gigantic palace were like a maze, and without proper knowledge, one could be lost within its splendor. Each wide glimmering path was adorned with silk and gold; statues sat in alcoves, carved perfectly from experienced sculptors. Many were of the old gods, but of all the artwork and masonry, there were no tributes to her. To worship anything but the Goddess herself was blasphemy.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Cleopatra continued to move through her labyrinth that was her elegant home, Colonel William Armstrong Creighton on her flank. From his position, she gave him a full view of her backside, from her toned bronze back to her full, heavy buttocks in the golden floss of her thong. Every so often, a pair of Nubian guards or naked slave would pass them and immediately bow to her until she left their presence.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;“As you can see, Colonel William Armstrong Creighton, in these lands there is one true rule: I am a Goddess, and therefore must be worshipped accordingly. All things flow from me, and those who worship me will be blessed.”
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				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 22:55:00</strong>
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				"You are most gracious, Divine One," Creighton said at her agreeing to overlook any errors he might have made.&nbsp; Such problems would be of great moment, later, when he intended to bring the undoubted wealth of this country, this other Egypt to the Empire.&nbsp; Aside from becoming the celebrity, back in London, for being able to describe such a fabulous place, the resources to be found here would make this nation a very good trading partner.&nbsp; And it was therefore imperative that a good working relationship be created- and maintained- with the centres of power in this nation.&nbsp; That, to all intents and purposes meant Cleopatra.<br><br>So it was that Creighton tried very hard not to let himself become distracted by the tanned skin and toned flesh of the queen's buttocks as they swayed enticingly before him during their journey along the corridors of the palace.&nbsp; The entire complex must be gigantic, he thought, judging from the time they spent in the corridors on there way to whatever destination the queen had in mind.<br><br>The obeisance of the palace personnel was impressive also, for there they were, without any of the guards in sight and yet everyone they passed genuflected at the least.&nbsp; It was a point his hostess did not neglect to bring into the conversation, and Creighton wa wise enough to know that an answer was required of him.<br><br>"I have found that such is true in many cultures, Divine One," Creighton said. "Though I have never before seen it taken to such a length at here."&nbsp; He smiled somewhat diffidently and then went on.&nbsp; "And please, allow me to thank you for your benevolence in absolving me of any indiscretions I might have committed and for your agreement to instruct me in how to do better.&nbsp; Perhaps, if it be permitted, I might ask a question, how are you properly worshipped?"
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				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>30-10-2009, 00:49:17</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“My people worship me with their bodies,” Cleopatra replied cryptically, halting her strut before a set of doors. “Many of my people are not granted such luxury, and therefore must pay tribute in other ways.” She waved her hand dismissively before placing it back on her hip. “Perhaps you saw such peasants upon your approach? Those within my palace, however, are granted with a more…<em>decadent</em> way of presenting their offering.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Her gaze briefly flitted down his form, almost to emphasize the latter portion of her enigmatic explanation.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cleopatra turned to face the door, and immediately the guards on either side opened the portal. As it swung open, hot humid air flooded into the hall, and she beckoned her follower after her. The shining golden scallops that ineffectively covered her nipples slowly fogged, becoming moist in the dense air.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“One of my several baths,” she detailed, presenting the enormous room. “What do you think, Colonel William Armstrong Creighton?”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The floor was a cool, sky blue marble, and the far wall opened between pillars to a large balcony overlooking a portion of the city. A large oval pool was set into the floor, surrounded by smaller circular ones. The sound of running water filled the air from carved fountains, the largest of which acted as the centerpiece to the central pool.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Though it was only mid-afternoon, a portion of her harem was still hard at work, washing loyal guards and other slaves, all the while maintaining the pristine tubs and architecture. All of them were nude; the most clothing any of them wore was a white cloth or towel draped around their bodies only to be removed to dry a tub’s occupant.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Wayward Paradise [Neroon &amp; Nile Goddess]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>01-11-2009, 14:04:40</strong>
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				Creighton thought of the various people they had passed prostrating themselves before her and smiled at her description, "worshipping her with their bodies".&nbsp; To be honest, he did think that all of this bowing and scraping was a little over the top, though "decadent" was an overblown way of describing it.<br><br>Decadent was, however, a perfectly good word to describe the marble bathroom into which he was led.&nbsp; It was, very much a sybarite's dream, luxurious marble, well-tended pools and moist, oiled slaves stationed decorously around the room in the performance of their duties.<br><br>It would have been enough to cause a definite strain in the fabric of his breeches had not the raw sexual presence of the queen not already created such a strain.&nbsp; Creighton swallowed and looked around, desperate for somewhere that he might safely rest his eyes.<br><br>"Well, Divine One," Creighton began, swallowing nervously as his cheeks suffused with a flush not born of the heat as he stared fixedly at a potted palm.&nbsp; "It's very nice but hardly what I'm used to.&nbsp; Truly, this exposes the great gulf between our cultures.""
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				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>05-11-2009, 05:23:08</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The Queen was delighted to see his reaction. Colonel William Armstrong Creighton was unfamiliar with such a lifestyle, his reaction etched on his face for all to see. Cleopatra smiled mysteriously, casually moving closer to his side though each step was planned and deliberate like that of a predatory animal. Unfamiliar temptation swirled around him, and as a mere man in her presence, his resolve would weaken and tremble.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Does your Queen Victoria not indulge in such baths?” Cleopatra wondered. “Does a loyal subject such as you not personally attend to her washings? It is the dream of every man and woman beneath me to caress and care for my body. ”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She hovered near his side, hands placed on the curve of her hips. A step nearer, and her massive bosom would graze his arm. The diamonds hanging from the strap of her thong twinkled as the moisture condensed to jewels of water, glowing in the sunlight from the balcony. Her tan skin moistened, already having been silky smooth, becoming wetter and more beautiful.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I am curious of this land from where you come,” she purred softly, gazing into his eyes. “It must be quite a place for a Goddess to not know of it.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Wayward Paradise [Neroon &amp; Nile Goddess]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>08-11-2009, 14:25:43</strong>
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				The thought of the septuagenarian Victoria parading in such skimpy attire and bathing in such surroundings was enough to force Creighton to repress a shudder.&nbsp; Queen Victoria most definitely would not be amused at such a speculation, he knew.&nbsp; Indeed, the whole set up here would be abhorrent to her and her strict morality.<br><br>"Indeed not, Divine One," Creighton replied to Cleopatra, hardly noticing in his confusion that she had inexorably moved closer to him.&nbsp; Yet, while his conscious mind had not noticed that fact, his body had, and he felt as though hot wax had been poured over his groin, wax which was already setting quite hard.&nbsp; "It is not permitted, in the land of my home, for a man to be present with a woman- the queen least of all- as she bathes."&nbsp; He looked down, and to one side, only for his eyes to be captured by hers as she looked at him.<br><br>"W... we are a cold country, Divine One, and far from here," he stammered, not knowing where to look, feeling that hot stiffness in his loins consume more of his attention.&nbsp; "Our customs are, as I'm s... sure you've noticed very different from here.&nbsp; I... I am not entirely certain that it is seemly for me to remain in here, D...divine One, as I would n...not wish to harm your reputation."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Wayward Paradise [Neroon &amp; Nile Goddess]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>15-11-2009, 21:59:02</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Still smiling, Cleopatra once again allowed herself to take in his form, her gaze moving up and down his body. “Very well, Colonel William Armstrong Creighton. It would be rude of me to make my guest uncomfortable. Let us continue.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With a flick of her head that sent her dark hair swirling about her shoulders in a black arc, she turned and led him out of the entrance to the bath. Her moist skin cooled in the drier air of the hall, a welcome in the angry dry heat of the desert afternoon.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;There was much she could still show him; the gardens, her spas, the extensive treasury in the depths of the palace, but her new interest seemed to be quite fatigued by the day. The heat and humidity of the bath only permeated his clothes, making them even heavier and more uncomfortable.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“The day grows long and hot, Colonel William Armstrong Creighton. I have much to show you of my palace, but you must be quite tired from your journey. Why don’t you rest in the comfort of one of my chambers? I would prefer that you join me in my night banquet so that we may talk once this atrocious heat passes.”&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Wayward Paradise [Neroon &amp; Nile Goddess]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>15-11-2009, 22:42:43</strong>
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				Creighton slowly let out a long sigh of relief as the queen decided to lead him away from all of those acres of moist naked flesh.&nbsp; It was also a relief to move from the humidity of the baths into the arid heat of the corridor, where his perspiration would dry swiftly.&nbsp; Still the sight of her long hair flowing over her smooth skin to point at the enticing globes of her behind.<br><br>Indeed, the almost hypnotic swaying of her hips as she led him through the palace complex did much to lead his mind astray and, rather than refuse to join her in her chamber, he found himself agreeing to it.&nbsp; The thought of a long rest in what would have to be pleasant, if not opulent, surroundings was suddenly so appealing that all he could do was agree.<br><br>"I should love to, Divine One," he all but sighed.&nbsp; "Provided of course that I am not putting you to any inconvenience."&nbsp; He paused and then decided to deal with the somewhat ridiculous mouthful that she was making of his name.&nbsp; "And please, Divine One, simply call me Crieghton- the other names are for more formal circumstances than simple conversation."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Wayward Paradise [Neroon &amp; Nile Goddess]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>18-11-2009, 00:45:48</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Though Cleopatra’s first reaction was to snarl at his audacity for correcting her about his name, she kept her features relaxed. In the end, it would simply be easier to call him as he wished now while he still held a name. “Very well, Creighton. I apologize if my ignorance has somehow offended you.” Though she could not keep some of the dryness out of her voice.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Their walk continued as she led him through the palace. They left the wing built along the Nile that funneled water in for the baths, turning towards the cooler north end of the palace that held luxurious rooms. Few were actually occupied at a given time; it was a rare occurrence for a dignitary to capture her attention so. Other similar rooms, such as the guard captain's, was built closer to the barracks.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;After passing several doorways, Cleopatra stopped at one, and then waited impatiently for the guards in the hall to draw back the silk curtain so that she may enter unhindered. The room was quite modest for its purpose, well over 100 square meters of walking space, not including the area around the slightly raised dais that held a large bed. There was even a balcony that gave view of the corner of the city and the surrounding desert.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As if by some unseen command that they knew the room was to be filled, waiting patiently on their knees before the bed sat three slave girls. One was an ample breasted Nubain, the other two Egyptian. All three spoke nothing, their heads bowed to the floor as they kneeled straight backed to present their nude bodies.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Your chambers for the day, Creighton,” Cleopatra said, waving her hand about the room. “Please, rest and replenish your strength. My servants will fetch you food and water upon word, as well as satisfy any…<em>personal</em> needs. I shall summon you this evening.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Without a further word, she left him in the chamber, allowing the guards to drop the silk hangings back into place after her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Wayward Paradise [Neroon &amp; Nile Goddess]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>29-11-2009, 01:17:18</strong>
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				Creighton was grateful for the opportunity to rest and recover.&nbsp; Much as the queen was fascinating, her beauty beguiling his eyes, her presence was overpowering to say the least.&nbsp; With her gone and with the nubile servants safely in the background, Creighton&nbsp; pulled of his outer clothes and sank onto the bed wearing only his small clothes.&nbsp; Soon, with the sounds of the palace's activity muted and distant, he fell into an exhausted slumber.<br><br>As he slept, his dreams were jumbled.&nbsp; In them, he explored what might have happened in the baths, had he not blurted his misgivings about the compromising nature of the situation.&nbsp; He awoke in a state of some arousal and his cheeks flushed with shame when he realised that the serving girls could quite clearly see the extent of his arousal.&nbsp; Things were definitely not what he was used to, here in this kingdom that time had forgotten.<br><br>He had awakened some forty minutes before the Queen's summons, to find that the servants had washed and somehow dried his uniform during his sleep.&nbsp; He made as good a job as possible with the archaic equipment of polishing his boots and then dressed in the crisp fresh uniform, and tidied the mop of his hair.&nbsp; By the time the summons arrived he was, he thought, presentable.<br><br>He marched behind the palace functionary and he tried hard not to think about his dream and endeavoured instead to navigate a safe route through the evening.&nbsp; It was clear that the queen wanted more than what was customary for diplomatic relations and- truth be told- he was strongly attracted to her.&nbsp; However, he was an officer of the Royal Army representing Britain.&nbsp; He had a standard to live up to and a responsibility to not anger a potential ally by an inability to keep his flies buttoned.&nbsp; The time for such musing was past, though, as he found himself ushered into the queen's personal chambers for what promised to be an uncomfortably intimate dinner.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Wayward Paradise [Neroon &amp; Nile Goddess]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>05-12-2009, 04:53:48</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The air had since cooled considerably as the sun dipped below the horizon. The shimmering layers that appeared over the distant desert planes subsided as the sand shifted from white to gold, then to a deep brown as twilight took over. The sky eventually turned black, dotted with white stars that twinkled under their blanket.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cleopatra’s inept fan servant had suffered a very thorough lashing by her own hand. She made sure that her buttocks were well striped, receiving a single lash for every drop of sweat that was forced from the silk of the Queen’s skin over the course of the sweltering day.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Since then, the Egyptian Queen had bathed after the lashing, which had clammed her skin with effort and fatigue. Once again fully pampered, she donned the scallop bikini she had worn during the day, which had been polished for the evening ahead. In addition, for dinner, she wore a silk wrap around her body, though the garment was so sheer, minute, and transparent, it may as well have been invisible.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Creighton was led into her dining chambers upon her request. The large elegant room was quite large, often used to seat quite a few dignitaries. A small troupe of musicians strummed instruments in the corner while several belly dancers swayed and bent to the soft music, their bodies clad in nothing but sheer silk and gold. The table before her was bursting with food from all across the lands, from fruit to meat, bread to cheese.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Tonight, it would be just the two of them amidst the whirls of her power and decadence. Her slave girls already reported of his arousal in his chambers, though Cleopatra was quite disappointed that he did not indulge with any of them. But it was of no concern to her. She would discover his sexual secrets herself soon enough, and his uncontrollable arousal only confirmed that he would melt within her grasp.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She smiled alluringly to the man, then beckoned to him. “Come Creighton, and sit.” She gestured to the pillows and cushions just next to her own. From there, she would barely have to move to survey his every action, and he would be thrust within her presence.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Wayward Paradise [Neroon &amp; Nile Goddess]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>08-01-2010, 20:57:09</strong>
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				Queen Victoria never entertained like this, Creighton thought as he took in the details of the opulent banqueting hall.&nbsp; His eyes lingered for a moment on the belly dancers and couldn't really place them at the court of St James.&nbsp; Bertie, the Prince of Wales, might well appreciate such entertainment by all accounts but it was highly unlikely that such a thing would every be sanctioned by his mother.<br><br>The belly dancers could not hold Creighton's attention for long, however, not in competition with the queen's dazzling presence.&nbsp; Just like the first time he saw her, she took his breath away.&nbsp; She was, it seemed, covered in some sort of wrap, though the effect of it had little to do with modesty.&nbsp; Indeed, in some strange way, the way that it blurred the edges of her curves drew the eye even more than her semi-nudity had done that afternoon.<br><br>Creighton swallowed and forced himself to look away. She was overwhelming in the sheer sensuality of her appearance, more than he was prepared to admit in fact.&nbsp; As she beckoned to him, he felt that he was stuck between the proverbial rock and hard place.&nbsp; He was certain that spending any length of time with the queen, looking as she did, would lead to him doing something that would offend her.&nbsp; And yet were he not to sit down, that too would ofend her.<br><br>"Thank you, Divine One," Creighton said, bowing slightly as he took his place beside her and he&nbsp; settled himself in the cushions, studiously looking at the the food.&nbsp; <em>Pull yourself together man,</em> he thought.&nbsp; <em>This is ridiculous, she is just a woman, so there's no need to get all worked up like an adolescent.</em>&nbsp; He tilted his head and looked at her out of the corner of his eyes.<br><br>"I've never eaten in such surroundings as this," he said.&nbsp; "So would it be a problem if I took my lead from you in how to behave in this banquet?&nbsp; I should hate to do anything by accident that would displease you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Wayward Paradise [Neroon &amp; Nile Goddess]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>10-01-2010, 21:36:27</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“There are no rules when indulging in the pleasures of food,” Cleopatra chuckled, reaching out to take hold of a fat berry. She bit into it, letting the fragrant juice explode into her mouth. “Simply relax, Creighton, and enjoy yourself. We have much to discuss, and your day has been long and tiring. I would hate to be an ill host and deprive you of a satisfactory meal.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As per her earlier orders, the dancers slowly worked their way closer around him, they continued their gyrations, though they noticeably kept trying to catch his attention. Nonchalantly, she drew his attention back to her by tugging at the wrap near her bust, revealing the smooth firm curve of a breast from beneath the transparent cloth.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;What Creighton would not realize was that the rim of his cup of wine had been laced with a very powerful aphrodisiac. The Queen first considered drugging him entirely, but he seemed to be a hardy man, having reached her kingdom from who knows where. Having him bound and broken like a normal slave would be long and tiring. It would be better to appeal to the way he was reacting to her presence.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Tell me more of this land from which you come. What is your title among your Queen’s courts?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Wayward Paradise [Neroon &amp; Nile Goddess]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>12-01-2010, 00:15:02</strong>
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				Any reply Creighton might have made was cut short by the spectacle of the queen making a meal of some berries.&nbsp; Creighton wondered how on earth she made the action of eating some berries such a provocative spectacle.&nbsp; In an effort to avoid staring the way her lips moulded themselves around each and every berry, Creighton looked to the side, right into the gyrating crotch of one of the slave girls.<br><br>He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, trying to cope with the sensual onslaught that seemed to be the design of the dining chamber.&nbsp; Reaching forwards, he nodded at the queen's words of encouragement and grasped a chicken leg.&nbsp; He distracted himself from the dancers and the lush invitation of the queen's body with the chicken for some minutes but all too soon for his self control, he had to put the bone down and distract himself another way.&nbsp; Considering the queen's question, he reached for his wine cup and took a gulp.<br><br>"My title at court?" Creighton asked rhetorically.&nbsp; "I suppose it would be Colonel.&nbsp; It denotes that, in other circumstances, I command&nbsp; a battalion in the Royal Army.&nbsp; Over all, I am the second most senior officer in North Africa, after General Fetherstonehaugh."&nbsp; He ran a finger around his collar, which suddenly seemed a little restricting and found that he couldn't help but follow the motion of the queen's hand as she adjusted her clothing.<br><br>"I'm sorry, Divine One," but is it getting warm in here?"&nbsp; He shifted in his seat once more, moving in the hopes that his growing arousal was not obvious and he hardly noticed that his gaze was by now firmly fixated on the generous portion of the queen's breast on display.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Wayward Paradise [Neroon &amp; Nile Goddess]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 22:49:29</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cleopatra chortled, amused. “This is the desert, Creighton. We who are accustomed to its heat consider this time of day quite cool, hence my wardrobe. I suppose your clothing would make this climate dreadful, especially if this place from which you come is indeed cold as you say.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She had been watching carefully for him to drink of his cup. Her aphrodisiacs were potent, and if he was not already aroused, Creighton would feel the arousal of a lifetime. Since she knew the man was already struggling with her beauty, the burning in his loins would be unbearable. Mixed in with the aphrodisiac was a very light drug, one to sap the spirit and strength. Once it began to take effect, who was he to deny the plush silk of her bedchambers?<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The Queen pretended to pay no mind to his condition, instead focusing on the banquet before her. Every morsel of food she ate, whether it be fruit or meat, she was sure to carefully devour deliberately. Her plush lips molded themselves along the curves of fare, purposely sucking out the juice and flavor at her leisure.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Wayward Paradise [Neroon &amp; Nile Goddess]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>19-01-2010, 00:43:49</strong>
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				Creighton found the repetitive movement of the queen's hand to the plate and then to her lips almost hypnotic.&nbsp; Once more he felt a stirring in his blood at the way her lips alost reached out to pluck the fruit from her fingers.&nbsp; Indeed, the stirring was such that as she described the local climate he began to feel his uniform become extremely confining.<br><br>"Yes, Divine&nbsp; One," he said, once more running his finger around his collar, pulling at it a little and finally, undoing the top button.&nbsp; "You're right, my uniform is a mite impractical in this heat.&nbsp; Would you object if I removed my jacket?"&nbsp; Not really waiting for her assent, he pulled of the red serge revealing the white cotton under-shirt.<br><br>He shifted uncomfortably, suddenly aware how close she was to him and took another gulp of wine to calm his nerves.&nbsp; Unfortunately, he found that the alcohol made his head swim and he became painfully aware of the throbbing in his trousers.&nbsp; He looked up from his cup and his gaze was caught by the ripe swell of her breasts.<br><br>He was caught now, pulled equally by two strong imperatives pulling in opposite directions.&nbsp; There was no way that he could deny the strength of his desire for her.&nbsp; She was astoundingly beautiful and there had been an undeniable invitation in the sway of her hips as he had followed her down the corridor that afternoon.&nbsp; Yet at the same time he was also aware of the undeniable cruelty of her court and the rules of protocol governing the actions of an emissary of the British Empire.<br><br>So he remained there, trembling as he stared at her, caught between will and will not.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Wayward Paradise [Neroon &amp; Nile Goddess]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 23:10:27</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“As you wish, Creighton,” Cleopatra said as the man removed his out coat. “Anything that aids in relaxing you.” After pretending to ponder for a minute, she undid the silk tassel at her navel. “It is a little confining within my palace today. The day’s heat must have been quite ferocious for it to linger on this evening.&nbsp; You do not mind if I undress a little as well?”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She slipped the robe from her shoulders, where it was promptly caught by a servant girl and carried away. The Queen now sat amongst the pillows clothed in what she had been earlier that day; very little. The full curves of her breasts were now visible, nipples and most of her areolas covered by the golden seashells. She even went so far as to give them a little lift and adjust them within the skimpy golden prison.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“A little better,” she remarked, then began to eat once more, taking a sip from her own unspiked cup of wine and savoring it, and then licked her lips clean. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When she looked back to Creighton, she was pleased at his condition. His eyes were one of a drunken man, never reaching past her breasts, and his face was flushed and lined with sweat. Every sip of wine he was taking to replenish his fluids only dragged him closer into arousal.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Creighton, are you feeling well?” said Cleopatra with a genuine tone of concern in her voice. She reached and touched the blade of his shoulder lightly. “Your face is flush.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Wayward Paradise [Neroon &amp; Nile Goddess]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 23:22:06</strong>
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				Creighton was not sure if he audibly moaned as Cleopatra removed her diaphanous covering.&nbsp; He began to tremble his eyes bulging as he&nbsp; watched her adjust her breasts within their inadequate coverings.&nbsp; The heat of the room seemed to coalesce in his groin and he shifted some more.&nbsp; This situation was rapidly becoming untenable.<br><br>Yes, she was an attractive woman, a powerfully attractive woman, but he could not act on the urge to embrace her.&nbsp; It would be against every code of behaviour he followed but... oh God! He wanted to.&nbsp; He had never ever encountered such raw sexuality before and the effect was quite overwhelming.&nbsp; He had to get away before he made a fool of himself.<br><br>"I'm feeling..."&nbsp; His voice trailed away as he stared entranced as the queen licked her lips and he swayed in his seat.&nbsp; Her question as to his health brought him back to himself and he stood, the bulge in his trousers very obvious.&nbsp; "I mean I am feeling a little poorly, yes.&nbsp; Perhaps I had better retire to my roo..."&nbsp; The end of the word was lost in an incoherent moan of desire as he realised she was touching him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Wayward Paradise [Neroon &amp; Nile Goddess]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>24-01-2010, 21:54:25</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Surely the desert heat must be taking a toll on you,” Cleopatra remarked, rising to join her ‘heat sick’ guest. She was delighted to see the strenuous bulge in the front of his pants. The aphrodisiacs were even more potent when ingested. One might be able to resist her scent and allure, but once within his blood it was impossible to pull away. “I think it’s best you rest for the remainder of the evening and allow your strength to return. The guest quarters are quite far from the dining hall. My personal bedchambers are much closer. I would never forgive myself for allowing you to collapse in the halls after making you walk so far to rest.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As she took him by the arm, the dancers ceased and kneeled, then bowed along the floor. Her guards opened the dining hall doors, and she escorted him out of the room. Cleopatra was sure to hold herself very close to his body. His arm sandwiched against her side, the upper arm pressed firmly against the side of her breast, but she pretended to pay no mind.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cleopatra could hardly wait until he was immersed within the decadence of her personal chambers. The ache in his loins would be unbearable, and despite his modest manners and appearance, he would have no choice but to succumb to what she desired.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Her personal chambers were actually some distance from the hall, actually just about as far as his own, if not further. Creighton would not notice in his aroused state with her body so close to his. When they reached the double doors of her bedchambers, a pair of female Nubian guards on either side opened them. A perfumed scent wafted into the hallway to greet them, one that matched the scent of her own body.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Inside, large room rivaled that of the dining hall in size. At the far end lay a massive bed, made up with silk and dozens of pillows. More silk hangings hung from the ceiling, veiling the approach to the bed as well as the large balcony that overlooked the city. The sound of running water from an archway to the left led to her private washroom.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cleopatra guided him to the foot of her giant bed. “Why don’t you lie down, Creighton, I think you’ll find it quite comfortable.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Wayward Paradise [Neroon &amp; Nile Goddess]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>26-01-2010, 21:41:58</strong>
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				Creighton was, by this time, in quite a state.&nbsp; The effect of her approach was enough to make him pant, which was somewhat counter-productive to his composure, as, consequently, he took in a lungful of her heady perfume.&nbsp; Its effect was almost narcotic and his head swam and his knees trembled.&nbsp; When she took his arm, those already weakened knees buckled and he sagged against her.&nbsp; Of course, this only increased the physical contact between them and, as a result, he was rendered essentially passive.&nbsp; Between the considerable arousal he was experiencing, the queen's voluptuous body and the remnants of intention to avoid entanglements here, he was finding it hard to concentrate on much at all.<br><br>Thus the journey to the queen's quarters passed without him noticing anything much apart from the throb in his trousers and the warmth flowing into him from the queen's body.&nbsp; As she released him at he foot of her bed, the pang of loss was so great that he almost whimpered.&nbsp; Turning to look at her, he swallowed and shook his head, trying to clear it.&nbsp; Even so, the combined effects of what he had drunk and the overwhelming physicality of her presence rendered him susceptible to suggestion and he found himself reclining on the bed before he could think about it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Wayward Paradise [Neroon &amp; Nile Goddess]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>02-02-2010, 05:15:54</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“That’s right,” she purred. “Lie back and relax. Feel the exotic silk that I sleep upon every night. Almost sinful, is it not?”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cleopatra sat beside him on the bed, then leaned over and gently ran her hands along his chest. The concoctions were forcing his muscles to tense as he gradually lost control of his own body. She massaged his chest through the thin shirt beneath his heavier jacket, running her hands over his pectoral muscles. Such a fine specimen of a man!<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then she mounted the bed, kneeling upon the sheets, and then swung her leg over his body, lowering her hips onto the flat of his stomach until she straddled him like a horse. He didn’t seem to resist as she lightly moved her hips back and forth, grinding herself on his abdomen.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I have seen your eyes wander to my breasts, Creighton.” She lifted her hands to cup them both in her hands. The only sound was the whispering tinkle of hammered gold in the flickering lamp light. “I’ve been such an unthinking host to tease you. In my land, only the most exalted of my court may gaze upon my breasts completely nude. It was rude of me to not offer the chance before…”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With that, she undid the minute clasp that held the tiny golden bra together in the front, then let the piece of attire slide off her shoulders where she tossed it further up the sheets. Her breasts now fully uncovered, she once again cupped them, letting the tips of her fingers flit across stiff large nipples.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Wayward Paradise [Neroon &amp; Nile Goddess]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>14-02-2010, 23:08:16</strong>
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				It was unreal.<br><br>This sort of thing was not supposed to happen, Creighton told himself. This sort of thing couldn't happen, it was just too implausible, he rationalised as he felt Cleopatra rub herself over the growing tumescence that was bulging beneath her.&nbsp; He moaned and stared as he stared avidly at the queen's breasts as she played with them before him.<br><br>There was something mesmeric about the movement of those swollen globes and the tinkling of the golden jewelery that adorned them and Creighton felt himself falling into the soft swaying movements.&nbsp; The sense of unreality increased and with it the Creighton's belief that he was dreaming.&nbsp; It was understandable, after all, that he should dream of Cleopatra, he thought, for never before had he encountered such an overwhelmingly sensual presence as hers.<br><br>So, it was natural then, that when the queen exposed her breasts, for Creighton to reach for her.&nbsp; And reach for her he did, moaning with abandoned desire as he took her firm ripe breasts into his hands.&nbsp; He began to move his hips with hers as he decided to surrender to this bewitching dream of pleasure.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Wayward Paradise [Neroon &amp; Nile Goddess]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>28-02-2010, 01:27:32</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Creighton’s length moved tightly beneath Cleopatra’s golden, jeweled thong. She could only imagine the sensation of his most tender portions as they were ground beneath him like flour. And to be so close her most decadent spot…only a thin veil of silk fabric and his own foreign clothes separated them. His length stirred further, until she forced it against his own body, now rubbing up and down the length of the bulge as the heat of the motion slowly coursed into her loins.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He reached for her breasts and grabbed them, and Cleopatra all but guided his hands to them. They greedily kneaded at them, pushing the globes together and indulging in their supple give, yet firmness. She controlled the movements by placing her hands on top of them, making them squeeze together, rub against each other, and lift and feel the weight.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“These breasts are the finest you have ever seen, are they not?” she asked softly, though she knew the question was obviously rhetorical. Her chest was that of perfection, and with his hands full of them and her continuous motion against his groin, he could not disagree.. “I know what you would like to do with them, Creighton. You want to taste them, to suckle upon my nipple as an infant. You want to bathe the surface with your tongue until they gleam.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Wayward Paradise [Neroon &amp; Nile Goddess]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>07-03-2010, 19:12:31</strong>
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				There was nothing else for Creighton now but the whirlpool of pleasurable sensations that was spinning his senses into a delirium in which he could hardly tell where he was or how he got there but for the need that the sensations keep on coming.&nbsp; He could feel the heat of the queen's sex pulsing against his engorged tumescence through the flimsy fabric of her clothes.&nbsp; Groaning, he arched his back, rubbing against her feverishly as if the friction between them would cause the fabric to dissolve.<br><br>He was lost and his lust stricken senses latched on to the only thing that seemed to provide any form of direction at all: the soft, sibilant voice of the queen.&nbsp; His ears were filled with her gentle urgings and he nodded unconsciously as he grasped at her succulent breasts.&nbsp; For a moment, he was lost once more in the sensation of grasping their ripe softness and then, again, her voice cut through the fog of need and he automatically accepted all she said.<br><br>Yes, he thought, they were the finest breasts he had ever seen, so large so perfectly formed, a magnet to his eyes and a joy to touch.&nbsp; Waves of sensual pleasure rolled over him with each mesmeric grind of her hips and he wondered how she knew what he was thinking.&nbsp; He did want to kiss, lick and suck those divine nipples.&nbsp; He groaned as she spoke his desire and his lust glazed eyes closed as he leaned forward to enfold one of her nipples with his lips.<br><br>As his face neared her fragrant flesh, her perfume enveloped his senses once more and he gasped with abandoned delight as he took the rosy bud into his mouth.&nbsp; With the queen's words echoing in his mind, be began to suck,and lick, losing himself fully in the ample pleasures she so freely offered.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Wayward Paradise [Neroon &amp; Nile Goddess]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>20-03-2010, 00:28:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Mmm, yes, that’s right,” Cleopatra moaned softly as he placed his lips upon her sensitive nipples. “Indulge in their size and bounty. Relish the taste of my perfect skin upon your tongue.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She tipped her head back slightly, allowing him to busy himself in her bust, and enjoyed the exotic sensation. It went far beyond than just physical pleasure. She had him under her spell, intoxicated, and everything he did was because she desired it. The man sucking upon her breasts wasn’t doing it to pleasure himself, it was to pleasure <em>her</em>.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;His motions beneath her grew more feverish as he worked his hips against hers. Together they rocked against each other at the groin, but ultimately, her weight, with her thighs securely straddling his hips, controlled the pace that she desired. As such, the thin triangle of gold silk that was the front of her thong continued to slowly rub over him, as did the thin floss between her legs.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She pressed against his belly firmly, ceasing her grind, and then reached down to the front of his clothes. It took only a moment for her hand to learn how to open his loins, and when she did, she reached inside and pulled free his cock from its cloth prison. He was already fully erect and bulging; his length suggested that she had just liberated him from a very uncomfortable setting.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cleopatra ran her hand up and down Creighton’s cock, but only lightly. Rather than dutifully close her hand around the circumference and milk him like torturing a virgin boy, she let her fingers merely play around it. She leaned forward slightly, arching her back, then pressed his length between her buttocks, all the while letting her hand stroke the underside.
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