Beatae Memoriae (The Baron and daylily)
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				Title: <strong>Beatae Memoriae (The Baron and daylily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 02:40:15</strong>
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				Sitting at the keyboard in the living room of the darkened apartment, Marie worked through an assigned piano piece as quietly as possible…so as not to wake the neighbors.&nbsp; Linda and Christy, her roommates, had not come home from picking up groceries, but they had left her alone “to study”, they said.&nbsp; So the dark haired young woman had taken her time, showering and dressing in pajamas, for a long night of theory and practice for her courses….her professors stressed that practice made her chances of professional debut that much closer to reality.<br><br>Halfway through a nocturne, she heard the door open, and Christy’s laughter suddenly fill the room.&nbsp; The blonde-haired New York native had always been friendly to her…eager to get her integrated into the “big city.”<br><br>She was singing a song that had always made the young music student blush, that had been around the Broadway circuit and back.&nbsp; She and Christy had had a long talk about the other woman’s feelings for her…and how she hadn’t exactly known how to tell her she didn’t know how to reciprocate the feelings.&nbsp; <br><br>Christy came up behind her, and kissed her on the cheek, making Marie smile.&nbsp; “Uh oh…am I in trouble?”&nbsp; She laughed as she turned, Christy’s eyes a-twinkle with mischief.<br><br>“No…we’re going to a party…” Christy grinned at her, pulling her up off the piano bench.&nbsp; “You’re always studying, ruining your eyes in this dim light…hiding your music…it’s time you got out a little….”<br><br>Marie let the other woman pull her from her seat, sighing dramatically.&nbsp; “Just tonight…I’ve got a recital to get ready for and…”<br><br>Laughing gaily, Christy tugged Marie back into her room, soon finding something for her to wear…&nbsp; ”Good enough…” for the party.&nbsp; Good enough by Christy’s standards happened to be something that made Marie feel completely inadequate.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Looking down at herself, Marie blushed at the stola Christy had managed to talk her into.&nbsp; It was of the palest sky blue, with a deep purple edge to it, barely a ribbon of the deep plum color peeking out of the far edges.&nbsp; Her hair was piled high atop her head, and her shoulders bare, but for the light gauzy shawl Christy had wrapped around her shoulders.<br><br>“I swear, if I get hit on at this party, I’m gonna come after you.” Marie said, only half-kidding.<br><br>“Don’t worry…it’s just a costume party is all.”&nbsp; Christy smirked, winking at Linda, who had quickly recovered from a gawp as Marie had tried to figure out how to walk in the costume.<br><br>“You two have fun…I’ve got to clean this place up before I go mad.”&nbsp; Linda said, turning toward the sink full of dishes and trying to manage to hide a blush.<br><br>Marie looked back toward the hall to Christy’s bedroom to see her emerging dressed as a French maid and heading her directions.&nbsp; “Come on, sweetie…we’re only about a block away from the club.&nbsp; We can walk.”<br><br>The trip in the deepening dark took them only a few minutes before they were ushered into the club, bypassing the long line of clamoring would-be patrons, dressed gaudily for the party…at the mercy of the bouncers.<br><br>The clamor of the crowd gave way to a black-lit room, most of the costumes lost in the dark.&nbsp; But Marie…glowed…in the light as she entered, hesitating in the new atmosphere.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beatae Memoriae (The Baron and daylily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Baron</strong> on <strong>21-10-2009, 03:58:01</strong>
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				Mark stood close to the plate glass his dark blue eyes scanning the gyrating crowd below. Searching for... well, he was always searching for her. But lately, he had almost given up hope. He was told, long ago, when he'd enacted this process, that eventually, given a millenia or two, he'd reclaim her. But after so long a wait, Mark was beginning to lose hope. The sheer number of people that now inhabited the globe made such a reunion... unlikely at best.<br><br>Mark downed the rest of his drink, a thick, sweet cream based liquor that he so enjoyed. There were compensations to his life through this point, and as he heard the ding of his private elevator, he smiled as one soon came to drape herself upon his back. "Master," she whispered in the same reverent tone that all of his women did. It was breathy, as if constant awe of him. Pleading, in supplication to him. Husky, in desire for him. Despite his age, he would never get over such a tone.<br><br>To an outsider, the thought of 'despite his age' coming from Mark would have seemed out of place. Standing behind the one way glass of his executive room (that lacked an executive board) slash penthouse was a man of not even 30, tall with broad shoulders, a Mediterranean tan, jet black hair and dark blue eyes. His body encased in a black silk shirt, loose fitting black pants he seemed to be the vision of youthful vigor.<br><br>And he could be. The gorgeous, supple curved blond, draping herself over his body, arm snaking around his waist, hand on his chest as she leaned into him would certainly attest to that. But when we was contemplating his search, he felt old, oh so very old. <br><br>He turned his head towards the woman and smiled. "I fear my search may be futile." He said, voicing a concern with the closest thing to a confidant he had. She nuzzled her full soft lips against his neck in what passed as a gesture of comfort. She switched the topic, "Christy has someone you might be interested in." She whispered, her tone still that of lustful adoration. <br><br>Mark shrugged. He always enjoyed new things, new additions to his collection but it all seemed fruitless without the most important piece. "We'll have to keep an eye out for her then, won't we." He said quietly. The blonde shivered slightly against him. The pleasure that her master could bring when he added a new charge extended to those who were members already. She enjoyed those days almost as much as the new charge did. Almost. 
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				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>21-10-2009, 05:15:06</strong>
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				The pounding bass seemed to make her insides quake, her minimal progres into the fray of bodies largely unnoticed by the crowd.&nbsp; Only Christy, blessed Christy, seemed to notice her discomfort and slipped up next to her, wrapping an arm around her waist.&nbsp; Leaning in close, she said, "Too loud?&nbsp; Look..."&nbsp; she pointed over toward the far wall.&nbsp; "See the big door?&nbsp; The regulars use rooms back there if they need to come down from the loud music...its a lot quieter.&nbsp; C'mon...."<br><br>With a look of 'save me,' Marie squeezed her roomate's hand and let the other woman lead her through the daunting crowd.&nbsp; Slowly, they made progress through the waves of bodies that moved around them like a wild thing.&nbsp; Like day and night they were, and as they got closer to the great doors, as few heads began to turn, noticing Marie as new...causing a few hastily hidden smiles.<br><br>"I'm gonna hang out and dance some...but take your time...Lin said she was coming down later, so we might spend the night..."&nbsp; Christy smiled encouragingly, and pushed the door open a crack to let Marie slip through.&nbsp; There was mixed relief and confusion in Marie's eyes as she slipped into the room beyond, Christy's hand slipping away to let the door close quietly.<br><br>Looking around her in the new, mercifully quieter room, Marie let her shoulders sag in relief mometarily.&nbsp; The detail of what seemed to be knick-nacks around her was neverending.&nbsp; The room's decor was decidedly Clasical in nature, but arranged almost like a national gallery of art.&nbsp; Sea-green eyes took in every detail they could, the woman seeming to follow them, working her way deeper into the room, toward the sound of trickling water.&nbsp; Curious, she followed the sound, leading her to a small chamber laid in deep blue tile, and a recirculating pool fed by an artificial, trickling waterfall.<br><br>Kneeling by the pool, Marie closes her eyes and allows the tension to drain from her.&nbsp; Away from the noise, she is more herself.&nbsp; Softly, she begins to hum to herself, mentally going over her piano tune, fingers delicately plucking out the notes in the air before her.
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				Post by: <strong>The Baron</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 02:46:43</strong>
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				Mark was a bit more detached than Katherine would like. She had been his first... collection. At least, for this particular incarnation of him. She had been quite shocked when she had learned the truth about her master, but it mattered little to her, she was his, body and soul (especially body) for far too long. She had enjoyed becoming his play thing, his toy to use, as well as helping him acquire other toys.<br><br>But she knew him as well as anyone in his little collection and decided to depart, knowing that he was preoccupied. She knew of his search, of what he craved. She had begun to crave it too. The stories he told her of what would happen if he ever found his ancient love had her burning with desire: both to please her master and to experience the pleasure of what would come upon that day his search was complete.<br><br>For now she would have to deal with Mark's preoccupation by seeing if Christy's suggestion had any merit. The girl had been vague about what qualities the girl would have to join but Katherine doubted that it would be wasted effort: Christy had good taste. <br><br>Searching the area that Christy would have led the girl to, Katherine stopped in the doorway at the pool, looking at the girl. Nice figure, just how Mark liked them, soft but dark hair. She couldn't see her face but if her facial features matched her body, it would be impressive indeed. The tall, lithe blond gave a small cough. 
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				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 03:49:11</strong>
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				Marie's fingers slowly finished a chord, flinching as she heard the soft cough.&nbsp; Her spine straightened before she turned to Katherine, every move unconsciously graceful.&nbsp; Her eyes showing embarrassment and concern, she let her hands fall to her lap.<br><br>Her posture was at once unsure and defiant as she looked back at the beautiful woman.&nbsp; Carefully rising, she smiled uneasily at the woman.&nbsp; "I hope I'm alright being here...Christy said I could come in here to get away from the loud music..."<br><br>Biting her lip slightly, she blushed and dropped her eyes, realizing she had been staring.&nbsp; "I'm sorry...I'm Marie."
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				Post by: <strong>The Baron</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 01:05:10</strong>
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				Katherine had been eying Marie the way she eyed any moderately attractive woman: Would she enjoy her? Because, more importantly, if Katherine did her master would as well. This quality was what had first introduced her to Mark. They had both been pursuing a particularly beautiful young lady in a bar one evening and one thing led to another. Katherine couldn't help but smile warmly at the thought.<br><br>As the girl rose, her smile became a tad bit broader, Christy had done well based upon this girl's physical appearance alone. She was shy yet fiery as her downward gaze but straight-backed posture indicated. Oh, Mark would enjoy her immensely. <br><br>"Perfectly alright young lady, I dare say I that I sometimes prefer this place to the loud music myself." She said with a soft purr in her voice. She preferred the calm of the Roman era type bath, with an extra pool added in, of her own volition but anytime her master wished to flaunt her and his other positions on the dance floor, she had no objections. <br><br>"Christy is mischevious like that sometimes." She said softly, her eyes not hiding her further examination of the girl's body. At her name Katherine paused. Marie? Perhaps just a coincidence... but maybe... just maybe. She would find out soon enough... 
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				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 02:39:10</strong>
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				Marie looked around her, smiling softly.&nbsp; The soothing sound of the water trickling behind them had put her completely at ease.&nbsp; Looking back to the blonde woman, she looked quite relieved.&nbsp; "Christy said something about me meeting someone while I was here.&nbsp; I just hope, if I'm supposed to meet someone...it's not in the party..."&nbsp; She let out a soft breath, blushing.&nbsp; <br><br>Looking back over her shoulder at the room full of sculptures, her eyes catching a bust in the room beyond.&nbsp; Blinking once, she looked back to Katherine.&nbsp; "The owner is a collector of antiquities?"
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				Post by: <strong>The Baron</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 03:02:14</strong>
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				Katherine smiled at her indecision but she was not cracking under the strain being confronted by a stranger, this was good. "Yes, well he's busy at the moment but I'm sure he'll get around to seeing you shortly." She said softly. Katherine saw her gaze travel over to the "Material Collectibles" room, a play on the fact that they weren't the only things that Mark collected. <br><br>"Ah yes, a very fine student of history the owner is." She said softly, motioning for Marie to go in if she so desired. 
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				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 04:24:24</strong>
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				Marie looked back over her shoulder, almost wistfully, at the collection of antiquities.&nbsp; "How long has he been collecting?"&nbsp; Almost as if she's drawn to them, Marie moves back into the room of statues, busts and urns.&nbsp; Surrounded by the space and its contents, she looked down at herself and started to laugh.&nbsp; It had struck her that Christy had, indeed, dressed her to match the collection around her.<br><br>Turning back to look Katherine's way with a mischievous smile, she shook her head.&nbsp; "I think I match..."
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				Post by: <strong>The Baron</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 20:15:38</strong>
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				Katherine smiled at the girl, her attire was quite appropriate. "Christy always was a joker." She said softly. "Perhaps you'd like to examine them a little closer?" She breathed. She could sense something about this girl, something that was making her breathless, her body hot with need. If she WAS the one, if she happened to be... oh her master would reward her and Christy immensely.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 06:33:54</strong>
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				Slowly, gracefully moving toward the bust that had pricked at her mind for the entirety of the time she had found refuge in the quiet rooms, Marie stopped every so often to look closer at a few of the other pieces in the collection, seemingly at random, but all with her own purpose.<br><br>"When I was a little girl...I used to have this dream.&nbsp; I was in a stadium of sorts, high up in a crowd of people...and there were red rose petals fluttering in the breeze.&nbsp; ...This room reminds me of that dream.&nbsp; Except like polaroids, when the dream was like technicolor."<br><br>Stopping before the bust that had intrigued her, she tilted her head to the side with a thoughtful look on her face.&nbsp; "These are the types of busts that make me wonder what their lives were like...like the one in Athens...the runner..."
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				Post by: <strong>The Baron</strong> on <strong>25-10-2009, 00:44:57</strong>
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				"The owner enjoys such pieces. Though you two must have similar tastes, as this piece is by far his favorite." Katherine said, standing behind the shorter, more petite, but no less curvy young girl. Her scent wafting over the young belle. The tall buxom blonde stepped forward, standing as close as she could without touching her.<br><br>"Would you like to meet him?" She whispered. Noting that the rest of the... collection should be arriving shortly. It would be better to see if Mark approved of this new... candidate before they arrived. And if indeed she was what he was searching for, Katherine wouldn't mind a private showing of what would occur. 
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				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>25-10-2009, 01:05:08</strong>
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				Marie felt her throat dry as she tore her gaze from the bust, and back to the other woman's face.&nbsp; Something about the way she spoke of the man, and the mere idea that they must be kindred spirits of sorts, made her want to know him.&nbsp; So, Christy thought she might find someone at the party...specifically the owner?&nbsp; Strange and roundabout but...<br><br>Impulsively, Marie nodded.&nbsp; "I think I'd very much like to meet him...please."
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				Post by: <strong>The Baron</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 01:33:39</strong>
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				Katherine smiled widely at the girl, nodding. Oh even if she wasn't Mark's long lost companion, this would still be incredibly delicious. "Follow me." She said and turned, heading back towards the penthouse sweet. Her pale blue eyes flicked up to one of the hidden cameras, a small smile playing on her full lips as she walked to the door.<br><br>Mark, for his part, had been watching the exchange since Katherine had gone to see the prospective candidate. He had felt his throat constrict as the girl moved to the bust of his Maria. Perhaps it was just coincidence, but as long as Mark had been on this Earth, he did not believe in coincidence. But he had to be sure before he acted. At the very least, the attractive young girl would have sent his pulse rating on her looks, let alone the potential of being his Maria.<br><br>He heard Katherine's soft knock and then watched as the statuesque blond led in the smaller girl. 
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				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 02:38:25</strong>
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				Drawing a stabling, shaky breath, Marie followed behind the tall blonde woman into the penthouse, looking much more at ease than she might have felt.&nbsp; Only the uncertainty showed deep in her eyes.&nbsp; This is why she didn't socialize much, her shyness always tripping her up.<br><br>Curious eyes scanned around her as she entered the room with Katherine, faltering slightly when her eyes caught sight of the man...strangely familiar...&nbsp; Uncertainly, she smiled at him, hanging back a little from him, almost behind Katherine.&nbsp; <br><br>Quickly glancing at Katherine, then back to the man, she said shyly,&nbsp; "I'm Marie...Christy brought me...."
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				Post by: <strong>The Baron</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 23:40:08</strong>
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				Mark smiled as his assembled harem eyed up the new girl with the air of a pride of lionesses sizing up an antelope that had wandered into their path. He loved each of his girls in their own special way, but as a group they could arouse him to levels he hadn't known in centuries. He hoped that this new arrival would be able to change that. <br><br>Katherine just smiled at the girl, turning to Mark and arching an eyebrow. The tall, black haired man simply shrugged coyly. She certainly LOOKED like his Maria, with subtle differences that reincarnation could provide. And her presence exuded that of the one he so desparetly missed. His heart was beating rapidly at the chance that now, after all these long years, standing before him was his beloved. Stepping forward, an air of command that belied his hopeful thoughts he addressed the girl.<br><br>"Marie..." He whispered. "Did Christy by chance tell you what this particular penthouse was for?" He knew the answer, none of the girls were led into these things knowing what waited them. They probably never would have gone along with it. Many of the girls in the room now had protested, but all had melted eventually to his expert touch. 
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				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 04:30:11</strong>
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				Pressing her lips together briefly, she shook her head, finding herself calming quickly.&nbsp; Sea-green eyes searched midnight blue for answers to questions not yet revealed.&nbsp; Forcing herself to still her movements, Marie licked her lips imperceptibly before answering him.<br><br>"Christy only told me she was going to bring me to a party..." She laughed softly, "She says I need to not be so serious all the time."&nbsp; What she hadn't banked on was meeting the mysterious man Christy and Lin whispered about when they thought Marie had fallen asleep most nights.<br><br>Her voice dropping to a whisper only he could hear, her eyes still twinkled mirth,&nbsp; "Christy and Lin think I sleep heavy...I have some idea why I might be here.&nbsp; She trusts you.&nbsp; I trust her."
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				Post by: <strong>The Baron</strong> on <strong>30-10-2009, 20:42:53</strong>
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				He smiled at her whispered information. "And what is it that you have heard m'lady?" He said softly. He knew that she was bound to tell him of such things, as Christy and Lin had told them of how they deliberately spoke when she was asleep. If she was asleep then there was no harm done. If she was only pretending, then it showed her interest was picqued and she was willing to pretend to be asleep to learn about him. This was good. <br><br>He looked over at Christ who was gazing between Marie and himself with smoldering eyes. Clearly she had a base lust for the dark haired girl before him and he could see why. He licked his lips slowly as he returned his gaze to the girl.<br><br>Katherine, for her part, could not stand the situation any longer and stepped in behind him, pressing her full bosom into his back as she started to lightly suck on his neck. 
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				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>31-10-2009, 01:18:13</strong>
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				Christy had said...<br><br>Taking a tentative breath, she observed him for a few moments before forming any coherent words.&nbsp; Most of their talk had been amidst the soft sounds they made while pleasuring each other... those noises alone had pulled her from the depths of slumber alone, only to hear them speak of this man...and of her...in past tense.<br><br>Looking back up to him, she smiled back at him, a gentle curve to her lips.&nbsp; "They say many things they don't think I hear..." She chuckled softly, managing to ignore the bright blush that crept up her cheeks.&nbsp; "That you are on a quest for something she doesn't understand...because she wants you to be happy, and yet...nothing she does seems to make you smile anymore...not like you once did.&nbsp; And that she thinks I am someone important."&nbsp; <br><br>She shook her head.&nbsp; "Which I don't understand...."<br><br>Her gaze shifting slightly to Katherine as she wrapped herself around the man, she smiled again, looking back to him.&nbsp; "Why are you nervous...?"&nbsp; Her tone was soft and comforting, Katherine's protective embrace of the man making her almost intinctively understand their meeting must be difficult for him.&nbsp; "I'm just me..."
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				Post by: <strong>The Baron</strong> on <strong>31-10-2009, 19:32:32</strong>
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				He smiled as she related her perspective of what had been occurring. He turned as Katherine nuzzled his cheek, her hands caressing his back. He smiled at the blond, she was great at guessing his mood. <br><br>But then Marie definitely known that he was nervous, and she had never seen him before today. Good sign... <br><br>Her tone was so familiar.... and yet tempered with the advance of time. But it had a familiar quality to it that made Mark's body flush. There really was only one way to find out. He made a small gesture with his hands and he heard a collective giggle from his harem. They rose and started to strip. Nothing extravagent for their attire, sometimes he'd have them all in traditional harem outfits, Halloween was especially delightful, and a few times he'd even have them dress themselves as a modern decoration he found so enticing, something about cheering on modern sport players. <br><br>But today it was a simple combination of lace underwear as some of his girls naturally paired off. But they were all moving towards Katherine, him and this new girl. "Are you just you?" He whispered, even as he felt the soft blue lace of Katherine's undergarments soon back against him. 
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				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>31-10-2009, 20:37:01</strong>
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				Instinctively, she took a few steps closer to him, maybe of her own volition...maybe from the herding of the harem that was enclosing around them.&nbsp; He was afraid, and she didn't know why.&nbsp; Reaching out a hand for his, she shook her head.<br><br>"I'm nothing to be afraid of.&nbsp; I promise." Laughing softly, she looked up at him,&nbsp; "I've always been me...who else could I be?"&nbsp; <br><br>But why was he so familiar, like she knew him better than one would a person they'd just met.&nbsp; But she could not stifle the instinct to soothe him, reassure him...love him?&nbsp; The thought made her blush.
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				Post by: <strong>The Baron</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 00:23:09</strong>
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				As her soft hand grasped his, Mark knew, then that she was as close to his Maria as he had yet found. And he had had some close calls. It was worth a shot. The girl on her own would have inflamed his desire, as his shallow breath had begun to attest to, but now her smooth skin on his confirmed it. He smiled at down at her, "It's more... anticipation than anything else." He said softly.<br><br>He smiled at her next question, trying to avoid the lustful leers of his assembled harem. He had half a mind to send them away, but they had deserved this moment. "Are you?" He whispered gently and stepped the final gap between them, Katherine sliding off him instinctively. She would watch, her body already flush as well, the blond licking her lips at the sight before her. <br><br>His hand came up and softly stroked her cheek as he leaned down and brushed his lips against hers. "Maria?" He whispered softly, barely loud enough for her to hear. And then his lips were on hers, kissing her fully, as he pressed his body into hers. 
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				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 20:56:21</strong>
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				Something in the tone of his voice, the barest whisper that she almost didn't catch, tugged at her.&nbsp; Despite the momentary shock, his kiss was too much...too familiar...for her to pull away.&nbsp; Gently, she slid a comforting arm around his waist, her lips parting against his.<br><br>She had never been this at ease with any man...and certainly not one that seemed so sure of himself, so sure he knew her.&nbsp; Nebulous words blossomed in her mind, those of a distant memory, maybe.&nbsp; But no...she brushed them away...this <em>now</em> was more important to her.&nbsp; The words might come later, and she could ask about them, but <em>he</em> was more important.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Beatae Memoriae (The Baron and daylily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Baron</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 04:53:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her arm slid around his waist and came into contact with Katherine's taut stomach and he heard the lithe blond let out a gasp that was swiftly silenced as the familiar sound of Katherine and one of the other girls started kissing as well. All around him, women of indescribable beauty were caressing and kissing one another in an exceedingly erotic display. But he had eyes only for the petite, gorgeous woman before him.<br><br>He closed his eyes as the kiss deepened, his body stepping forward as he presses into her more fully. He pulled back with a gasp, trying to ignore how Katherine had slipped in behind him again, her arm reaching around to grasp him lewdly, starting to stroke him lightly. "Do you want to know who you are, Marie?" He said panting heavily, as the assembled girls around him radiated desire almost as much as him. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Beatae Memoriae (The Baron and daylily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>04-11-2009, 03:00:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trembling with the suddenness with which he broke the kiss, sea-green eyes peered up at him, questioning.&nbsp; <em>Something</em> in his eyes...&nbsp; Gentle fingers reached up to touch his lips, searching for some way to soothe him.&nbsp; A small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, her fingers slipping over his lips in a caress, before sliding up to cup his cheek fondly.<br><br>"Who am I?" she whispered softly to him, almost timidly now that she was free of a wisp of the whirlwind that seemed to be consuming her at his slightest touch.&nbsp; It was a strangely intoxicating sensation...like her music.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Beatae Memoriae (The Baron and daylily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Baron</strong> on <strong>04-11-2009, 23:12:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His tongue came and flicked against her fingers as she ran them over his lips. At her question he leaned in further, pressing his body against hers. His lips at her ear as he gently nibbled them they way his beloved always used to enjoy so much.<br><br>"Let me show you." He whispered, his hands circling around her waist to caress the small of her back as he pulled her against him, Katherine's nimble hands between the pair of them, undoing Mark's belt. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Beatae Memoriae (The Baron and daylily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>05-11-2009, 01:47:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His gentle nibbles on her neck and ear made her shudder with desire, her neck unconsciously pressing into his warm lips.&nbsp; The familiarity of the gesture put her off guard, her arms slipping around his waist again, a thought in the back of her mind poking at her for answers.<br><br>A slightly embarrassed smile lit her face as she felt the tugging of hands at his belt, making her more acutely aware of how Christy had insisted on 'accuracy' in the costume she wore.&nbsp; Settling against his chest, she looked up at him wonderingly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Beatae Memoriae (The Baron and daylily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Baron</strong> on <strong>10-11-2009, 18:49:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiles as she presses her neck against him, seeking further fulfillment. He nibbled her neck lustfully, teasingly. His nostrils flare deeply as he inhaled the scent of her. It was light and sweet, wafting over him, intoxicating him. <br><br>His arms encircled her waist not unlike Katherine's were encircling his. He leaned over her shoulder and nodded to Christy. The sultry young woman grinned ferally as she came up behind Marie, hands coming to untie her garment, as she nuzzled in against Marie's neck. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Beatae Memoriae (The Baron and daylily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>11-11-2009, 18:15:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Even though she could see where the knot was, Marie did not know how Christy had managed it in the first place, and now those same gentle hands seemed to fumble with the knot as Christy nestled up against the nape of her neck.<br><br>Almost squealing with the sensitivity of her skin, a soft giggle bubbled out of her, as she looked up at the man -- Christy's master -- with mirthful eyes.&nbsp; She could already feel the precise folds of cloth shifting as Christy loosened the precise knot that held the cord in place as it wrapped around her body.<br><br>Pushing onto her toes, she brushed her lips gently against his, arms reaching up to circle over his shoulders.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Beatae Memoriae (The Baron and daylily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Baron</strong> on <strong>16-11-2009, 03:39:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His hands slid around her waist to grasp her ass, the first completely sexual act he'd done to Marie that could be considered completely devoid of affection. He hoisted her up so that she could kiss him like she wanted. He moaned softly at the smooth touch of her lips against his. <br><br>He pressed into her further, his eyebrows arching as his chest ran into Christy's hands, cupping Marie's firm breasts. The imagery caused him to moan further, his hips pushing further against her, Katherine's lips on his neck now as well. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Beatae Memoriae (The Baron and daylily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>21-11-2009, 20:56:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her breath catching, Marie didn't brush Christy's hands away, her attention solely on the man who Christy had never named explicitly.&nbsp; Yet, a name floated in her mind...something unexpected.<br><br>Breathless, she nuzzled him, lips to lips, a smile blossoming there.&nbsp; She felt safe in his arms, even with the women surrounding them, touching them.&nbsp; Murmuring fervently, she cupped his cheek with a hand,&nbsp; "Why do I know you?&nbsp; Why are you so precious to me?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Beatae Memoriae (The Baron and daylily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Baron</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 02:39:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He turned his head, lips going to her neck, ignoring her question as he tongue and nibbled her soft skin. His loins giving a jerk as Katherine's hands lifted his shirt. He licked his lips and pulled away, his hands still on her ass as Katherine disrobed him. "Soon." He whispered gently. "You'll remember soon.<br><br>And then he was naked before her, his length pulsing with desire as he released his hands, Christy's deft ministrations soon having the girl equally nude. He couldn't contain the hungry look in his eyes nor the desire through his veins. He pushed forward, lips going to hers as he kissed her, his length pressed against her thigh as his firm muscled body pushed aqainst her supple curves. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Beatae Memoriae (The Baron and daylily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>05-12-2009, 16:35:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her breath catching as he pressed against her, her eyes slipped closed as she reached up to cradle his face in her hands, her face showed the intensity of someone who seemed desperate to hold on to something precious.<br><br>Her lips parted under his, kissing him back almost hungrily.&nbsp; The spark of passion this man had ignited in her seemed strange to her, but at the same time seemed entirely natural.&nbsp; Maybe what he said was true, that this connection was true...&nbsp; The thought drifted through her mind, the image of the bust Katherine had shown her.<br><br><em>My God...</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Beatae Memoriae (The Baron and daylily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Baron</strong> on <strong>10-12-2009, 06:28:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He moaned gently into the kiss as she paused, her eyes snapping open. The girls behind the pair of them pulled away, joining in their own sapphic embrace. His hands arching around to wrap around her back fully, pulling her tightly to him. He'd craved this moment. Rather, he craved the moments that were to come, but he needed, desired more than anything to bring about the revelation that he knew was coming.<br><br>He spun her slowly in his arms, letting her gaze linger on each coupling of his beauties. His lips coming down to her ear, whispering softly. "Do you understand yet, Maria?" He said, using her true name, wondering if he could progress to the next step. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Beatae Memoriae (The Baron and daylily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>14-12-2009, 00:18:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Many of the women surrounding them, embracing, seemed familiar...but not, as if from a hazy memory.&nbsp; Leaning into his whisper, she longed to feel his lips, gentle on her skin.&nbsp; He seemed so at ease, and the sight did not disconcert her as much as she thought it might...<br><br>It was if she couldn't comprehend what she saw before her, the bodies familiar, but not their actions, her own body reacting to their sensuous movements.<br><br>Relaxing against him once more, she nodded slightly, her mind seeming to piece together the sights in fragmented bits, her mind.<br><br>"Yes..." she murmured softly, looking up at him fully.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Beatae Memoriae (The Baron and daylily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Baron</strong> on <strong>18-12-2009, 02:45:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As she turned and answered, just as he had hoped she would, he moaned. It was not a moan of pure sensual delight, though there was plenty of it in his throaty exclamation. But it was also pure, genuine happiness, the kind that can only come from having long striven for something and have it come to you. His lips plastered to hers, tongue thrusting into her mouth as his lips kept her facing back to him, his one hand cupping her full round breast, the other snaking down to cup her sex, grinding his palm against her. His memories of their couplings were phenomenal, mind shattering experiences. He was determined to make it even more so, here, now for the both of them. <br><br>His hand squeezed her breast, hand pushing harder and more rapidly as his tongue lashed against hers, moaning with delirious lust and desire. He wanted this, needed this for ages. He grunted as his own desire made itself known, pushing into the firm curve of her ass. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Beatae Memoriae (The Baron and daylily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>23-12-2009, 04:10:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trembling, pressed against him, Marie slipped her fingers up into his lush dark hair, holding on tightly.&nbsp; She clung to him as if her life might depend on it.&nbsp; Marie had met many men in her time in the city, but none had captured her like this.&nbsp; Not in mind, body and soul as he did...as Christy's subtle murmurings had almost ensured from the start.<br><br>She wanted him to claim her, as the lovers' late night pillow talks had intimated, weaving their way into Marie's waking and sleeping, hushed whispers of something great to come.&nbsp; Something expected, that Marie had not had the courage to ask about.<br><br>She was well and truly snared, wrapped in his embrace and surrounded.&nbsp; Yet, she could not fathom being any where else.&nbsp; <br><br><em>Red roses and incense...</em>&nbsp; The smell accosted her nostrils acutely, her body jerking slightly in his arms at the sense.&nbsp; Heat and light of candled seemed to peck at her sight, yet her eyes were closed...sounds of passion loud in her ears, but not those of the women around them...<br><br>Red roses and sandalwood...jasmine...&nbsp; All the scents lingered with her as she pressed her lips against his desperately.&nbsp; Something more was at work, her body moulding to his completely, as if it belonged there.<br><br>"Marcus, mi amor..." she gasped softly, eyes wild with passion and more questions.&nbsp; But ones easily answered if given the time...something that could be done later.&nbsp; Turning fully toward him, she pushed onto her toes and kissed him again, her palms cradling his cheeks gently.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Beatae Memoriae (The Baron and daylily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Baron</strong> on <strong>23-12-2009, 10:08:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It didn't matter what position they were in, her back to his front, her facing him, no matter what they did, there was some little motion their bodies could do to stimulate each other. As she turned and kissed him, his hand slid to her ass, squeezing the firm curve there as his tongue lashed against hers. He moaned loudly into the kiss, her words ringing in his head. He needed her now.<br><br>His free hand caressed her cheek before lowering and he snapped his fingers. On command, with a few groans of repressed lust here and playful giggles there, his ladies sprung into action, stripping the pair of them swiftly with soft caresses along the hard body of him, and gropes and swipes along the soft curves of her. He moaned softly as Katherine gave his length, already at its full hardness, a teasing stroke before she backed away, his harem breathless, but that was nothing compared to the state of full body arousal that the sight of his Maria had induced in him.<br><br>His hands came to her face and cupped her cheeks as he kissed her fully, tongue thrusting lustfully into her mouth as he pushed her backward, slowly. His hands slid to her posterior and held her as he lowered the both of them down to the plush comfort of the low to the ground bed. He laid atop her, moaning into the kiss as his girls grasped her limbs, more caressing than anything as they spread her out before him, his eyes looking down into hers lovingly. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Beatae Memoriae (The Baron and daylily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>24-12-2009, 17:44:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Breath catching in her throat, Marie felt herself lowered gently and <em>placed</em> just so on the bed beneath her.&nbsp; She arched up against him involuntarily as his warm flesh descended to cover hers.&nbsp; The feeling took her breath away.&nbsp; Looking up at him, she almost begged him to consummate their union, holding still as much as she could despite the anticipation that tightened her gut.<br><br>Breathless, she managed to whisper, almost without a sound,&nbsp; "I love you..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Beatae Memoriae (The Baron and daylily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Baron</strong> on <strong>01-01-2010, 21:50:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His smile was warm, soft, the glow of affection and desire pouring forth from his expression as he gazed down at his love. His hand came up and caressed her cheek slowly. And then she professed her love for him. He felt his chest swell, his mind a blur as he plastered his lips his lips to hers. He pulled back slowly, his tongue flicking her lips. "I love you too..." He breathed.<br><br>And with that, he pushed his hips back and then slammed them forward, his cock embedding to the hilt with one smooth, powerful thrust. Making him moan with delirious lust and satisfaction. For so long he had searched for his beloved. For so long he had dreamed of this movement but now, reality had surpassed his dreams. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Beatae Memoriae (The Baron and daylily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>07-01-2010, 21:35:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mewling softly, she forced herself to still, despite her urge to hold him close, buried inside her.&nbsp; Drawing in a shuddering breath, her hips crested under his, begging for the passion he seemed to hold back, for his touch.&nbsp; Her fists balled in a concerted effort to restrain herself, to keep herself from disturbing whatever he had planned.&nbsp; Instead, her eyes pleaded with him to continue.<br><br>{3/19/10: Due to the circumstance that my partner was deverified at some point, I am locking this topic.&nbsp; It may resurface in the 1v1 requests as a do-over. ~Lily}<br><br>
			</dd>
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