A Wish Granted (Airindel and elandra)
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				Title: <strong>A Wish Granted (Airindel and elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>05-10-2007, 01:24:09</strong>
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				Scattered around her desk were close to a dozen tall paper cups from the local coffee shop, Charlie shunned the big conglomerate Starbucks as did any true geek. Both her desktop and laptop were turned on, an animated blue demoness with eight arms and two glowing green swords with her minions standing behind her, stood before a group of twenty-five players, she playing an elven priestess, the top one of her guild. This was their first time facing this particular demoness, but they were the best of the best and had no doubts they could take her down.<br><br>Meanwhile on her laptop she was chatting with a good friend of hers, the instant messages constantly popping up, causing her to laugh every once in a while in her microphone as she spoke with the other healers in the group. ”I will heal the main warrior, the rest of you keep everyone else alive.” Over the speakers, she heard the speech this demoness gave, they were all going to die a horrible death, blah, blah, blah. And it began, Charlie concentrating on the health bar of the main warrior, her sometimes lover and the person she had been chatting with in instant messages, and then she heard a dreaded sound, emanating from nearby her closed door. ”Charlotte Emerson, I hope for your sake you are not playing that evil game on a school night, especially after we explicitly told you not to,” her mother’s voice, reminding her that yes, she was still a teenager.<br><br>The noise from her speakers had been muted as she threw a large heal and a shield onto the warrior, knowing it would hold him for a few seconds while she spoke to her mom, ”You took away my internet connection mom, so that would not be possible, just finishing up some homework before hitting the sack” she called back, praying that her mother would not open the door. ”All right honey, see you tomorrow.” Thanks to being overly resourceful, Charlie had <em>borrowed</em> her neighbor’s unsecured wireless connection for her current activities, the demoness was downed by the guild, there was much cheering and Charlie’s priestess ended up with an uber item out of the deal. ”All right kiddies that is it for me,” &nbsp;she said into the microphone, the guild groaning at the news, ”we can finished the temple tomorrow evening,” she added to cheers.<br><br>She ported home and logged off for the evening and shut down the desktop, before returning to the laptop, IMing with Harry for a couple of more minutes as she stared out her second story window of suburbia. Her life was a boring one for the most part, sure she played, more like was addicted to World of Warcraft and was good at it, her guild one of the top ones of all the realms and not just her own, but that was the world of make believe. In the real world, she was just another geek with some issues, having been suspended more than once for back-talking to a teacher or correcting them in front of the class. What was one supposed to do when the teacher stated that a hydroplane was some sort of plane and not a boat, let it slip by? Charlie sure did not think so. Still, she lived with her parents who did not understand her in the least, attempting to curb her hobbies as much as possible.<br><br>She closed the laptop, finished her quad espresso and slid out of her cargo pants, tight white t-shirt, her bra long since thrown on the floor, leaving her satin red panties on she grabbed an over-sized t-shirt with a rubber ducky sporting horns on it and slipped it on before opening her door and padding down the hallway to the hall bath. Staring into the mirror as she brushed her surprisingly white teeth, she flossed, wiped the light makeup from her lips and eyes, admired her blonde and purple locks just before flicking the switch off. Returning to her room, she closed the door and peered out the window, at least tomorrow was Friday. <br><br>And then from nowhere she saw a shooting star in the dark blue sky, on a whim, she wished, ”I wish my real life was more exciting and that there were passion,” laughing at her stupidity before crawling into her camouflaged sheets, her mother had had a fit when she bought these, but Charlie enjoyed being unique. Just before turning off the bedside light, she removed her earrings, all five of them, but left her necklace she had received from Harry on, one sporting a dragon claw holding a crystal. Sleep came easily to her, overcoming her quickly until she stirred just before she suspected her alarm clock should have gone off, her hand encountering the hair of another in her bed. <br><br>With a start, she woke immediately staring down at him, ”What the fuck are you doing in my bed?” she exclaimed, unaware she was not in her own bed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Wish Granted (Airindel and elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>05-10-2007, 18:57:11</strong>
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				The sunlight of early morn streamed into the bedchamber, and with the warm gentle breezes of mid September, it rippled into the room, caressing all that it touched and it washed along the floor to cast a brilliant light and heat upon the bed where Harry rested. His lean muscles, well roped from sport and war, and those tanned by the summer sun,&nbsp; were bared to the blissful nature; carelessly&nbsp; a silky white sheet covered his hips and nothing more as he shifted, his mind plagued with thoughts, and the night spent restlessly, and awaking early. His eyes, a pure blue like the skies above the channel in summer, or those above the northern lochs in Scotland, stared at the ceiling, at the&nbsp; carved oak wooden panels and the painted ones that were divinely exquisite in detail; the heraldry denoting his family history, those before him. Thoughtlessly, his arm hung over the bed which held a half eaten apple that was pleasantly tart tasting, ridding his mouth of the staleness that night brought, and ridding of his hunger although one hunger remained left to be sated, but it always lingered, leaving his appetite voracious at times.<br><br>&nbsp;Pillows, those newly stuffed with goose and duck down, rested underneath his head, and on swallowing the last bite that he took from the apple, Harry closed his eyes. Sleep started to drift over him casting his worries aside, letting rest take him, but then afterwards, the lady spoke and it drew the young man to open his eyes. He stared at her for a moment, at her beauty, and his hand reached up towards her and entangled in her hair, stroking the tresses, and weaving them around his index and middle finger. Gently he kissed the locks that he held, smothering the expression of surprise and irritation on his lips, and as he cupped her face in his hand, drawing his strong fingers around her, drawing her close to him, he brushed a kiss across her lips. &nbsp;“Mind your tongue, and hold it still,” he said, his words stern yet soft to the ear, his voice velvety with a grain of hoarseness to it. He dropped the apple to the floor, and leaning close to the maid, he kissed her, one that marked the heat that stirred in his body, and one passionate that it stole breath. His one hand roamed underneath the sheet, slid along her youthful shapely leg, gently squeezing her thigh, and there he stopped when he felt her tense. He broke the kiss, not pressing further intentions, and tenderly he put his arms around her, sinking further into the bed as he held her close to him, cradling her; a frightened virgin. &nbsp;“Perhaps another time,” he murmured and closed his eyes to rest.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Wish Granted (Airindel and elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>06-10-2007, 00:49:42</strong>
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				Licking her lower lip, she took a moment to admire the stirring man in the bed, he was well muscled, clearly a jock and no one that would be caught dead in her bed, jocks and geeks never mixed, unless there was a tutoring session happening, and Charlie never tutored, even for money, she too anti-social. She had swatted at his hand as he grabbed her hair and pulled it to his lips, too in shock to respond to what he was doing or the words that he spoke to her, what the hell was this guy thinking, and then she noticed how luxurious, plush the bed she was now lying upon, it was clearly not her own. <em>Did I sleep walk, where the hell am I?</em> Stunned, she was not prepared for his next move, her words silenced with a gentle kiss before she could continue her tirade.<br><br>And then he pulled her into a caress, was that his hand groping her thigh, she flinched, who wouldn’t under the circumstances, hello she did not even know the guy or where she was for that matter. Swallowing her fear and biting words, she went with a more diplomatic approach, or at least she thought so. ”Excuse me, but where the hell am I and who are you?” she asked, her words quieter but still with the sense of urgency.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Wish Granted (Airindel and elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>06-10-2007, 05:59:00</strong>
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				Idly, leisurely, without thought or care, Harry weaved and knitted his hand in the luxurious blonde tresses that were tipped in a royal purple, something that reminded him of a garland of violets strewn throughout a bundle of golden hay; the strength of his fingers, the pads of them, massaged the maiden's scalp, before traveling to her neck, and lightly caressing her pale skin. The curious question, the urgency that tainted her creamy voice, only made Harry brush his lips against her forehead, and then peer down at the girl cradled in his arms. &nbsp;“Are you toying with me, girl?” he whispered to her, recalling that it was he who drank the wines last eve, and not the maiden yet he always remained coherent while drinking, having very little or having the wine watered. No, the beauty had come to him willingly, even giving consent to him to take her virtue, yet she was so tired, fatigued, that she murmured words that were incoherent, groggily spoken, and so Harry rested with her for the night, and enjoyed her soft body, the perfumed skin against his own.<br><br>With ease of grace, the young man propped himself onto his elbow and looked at the beauty. Tenderly, he stroked her cheek, and decided to amuse her for indeed she wished to keep her virtue, something in which he would not willingly take without granted permission, yet women always feared the worse especially from men of privilege. Feigning forgetful,however, was rather inventive, he thought. A smile danced across his lips, those that hid remarkably straight and white teeth, and he pecked a kiss upon the tip of her nose, while staring down at her, timid and shy in his bed. &nbsp;“You are at my home, Hampton Court, and in my bed, my dear girl, and last night I allowed you to call me Harry.” Not many called him Harry, but those that did were rather dear to him, and sentiment took his wits last eve. &nbsp;“Do you not recall? Am I that forgettable, that unremarkable to a young girl?” He whispered, partially in jest; his blue eyes intensely looked at her, searching for a sign of recognition yet finding none. Perplexed, his brow wrinkled, and he laughed in disbelief, a soft chuckle that was velvety in the quietness of the room. &nbsp;“Come, now, and stop your silly games. I shall not harm you. My word you have.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Wish Granted (Airindel and elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>09-10-2007, 00:43:29</strong>
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				Reviewing what had happened the night before, she had played her priestess until late in the night, they had conquered a demonness that none had conquered before them and on the first try, another first for the guild and then she had shutdown the computer. Okay that all sounds good, no reason for me to be someplace completely different, because of that, am I dreaming? She thought, but after pinching herself several times, she threw that idea out the window and was left with the fact she was in someone else’s bed, something he did not consider strange or even wrong. What the hell did she do, crap was it wishing on the star, nah that could not be it, right? <em>Right?</em><br><br>Still confused and worried he could not keep his hands to himself, she swatted at them in earnest and backed away from him in bed, exposing her devil-horned rubber ducky shirt, ”Get your hands off me, Harry, and tell me in earnest, do I look like the woman who came to bed with you last night?” If he took a serious gaze at her, she was confident he too would find there was something completely wrong about the two of them sharing a bed, or so she hoped.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Wish Granted (Airindel and elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>09-10-2007, 19:16:12</strong>
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				With sophisticated laziness, the young man leaned on the array of plush and luxurious pillows; the crisp linen slips over the pillows were pristine white as were the sheets that fell off of the man's lean fit body and pooled around his being. He was not bothered by his exposure in the least, made no attempt to cover himself, and perhaps he had lost any sense of modesty, but no one would question that nor would they ever pose one to him regarding his habits. He intently studied the woman who was in his bed, and little did he say; hardly was he used to a woman who used foul and inappropriate language, or who shunned his touch so readily as she did. It was perplexing as was the garment she wore.<br><br>&nbsp;“Yes, you are the woman that came to my bed late last eve except barely did you talk, rather incoherent, and so I bid us to rest.” Harry told her, his voice but a hoarse murmur. A playful and delicious smirk danced across his lips. &nbsp;“And had I known that you would be,” He searched for a word to best describe the detail he wanted, yet he failed, and silence took him momentarily. He sighed out the next word. &nbsp;“exasperating then by no doubt my choice would have been different, and yet there is something compelling within you that makes me not dismiss you from my sight, my presence.” He leaned over to her, and drew a finger on the horned rubber ducky, something that was bizarrely strange let alone the garment altogether; unflattering it was as if wearing a sack for no luscious feminine curves could be seen, and that was disappointing. It was the only thing that was out of the ordinary, that and her hair. He dismissed it from his thoughts. <br><br>He rose from the bed, naked, and padded over to the window to peer out at the bright sunny morning. He had sat at the same window the evening before and watching the heavens shower stars to the earth. The scene had been spectacular. &nbsp;“Next you shall blame you presence in my bed on&nbsp; the shooting stars.” He turned to look upon her, his blue eyes sparkling with heated intensity.&nbsp; All too well, his Majesty knew that the girl did not belong with him, and he ran his hand through his short dark hair. &nbsp;“As ludicrous as that is,” He grew silent and peered out the windows once more recalling his wish that he had made.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Wish Granted (Airindel and elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>10-10-2007, 19:09:39</strong>
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				She watched his eyes intensely until the sheets slipped from his nude form; for the first time she realized that he had been nude under the covers, he was lean, well-muscled and unashamed, trying desperately to advert her eyes she failed miserably, the man was alluring, his bronzed body more delicious than anything she could have imagined in the same bed as her. Closing her gaping mouth, she forced herself to look into his eyes once again as he spoke of his consideration of dismissing her. As he reached out and touched the rubber ducky, she felt an electric magnetism, it zinging through her as she suddenly wanted to feel more of him, barely convincing herself it was just hormones. Whispering softly in reply to the touch, she said, ”Does the horned rubber ducky seem as if it does not belong?” &nbsp;The question went unanswered as expected, her eyes once again slipping down his body, get with it girl he is just a man, just because he is gorgeous, amazing and drop dead sexy is no excuse to love all sense of being, focus.<br><br>And then he stood and walked towards the windows, his ass was so firm her eyes immediately drawn to it and she wondered what it would feel like to caress, he so different than the other Harry, a man who could stand to loose some weight. So intent was her staring she was thankful he did not turn around as she wiped a little drool from her mouth. Propping herself up on an elbow as she stared at him, her long shirt bunched up mid-thigh as she heard him mention shooting stars. <br><br><em>Oh crap, is that what happened, did I somehow cosmically cause this by wishing on the star. Was that possible?</em><br><br>”Would you humour me, Harry and tell me if you wished upon the stars and if so what did you wish for?” &nbsp;she asked, her words drifting towards him.
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				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>13-10-2007, 04:26:23</strong>
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				Harry sat down on the smooth oak window sill, one that had plush velvet embroidered pillows upon it, those that were the colour of violet blue, and those that were warmed by the morning sun. His length of leg was perfectly matched to the window's width for his back rested comfortably against the wood pane as did the soles of his feet. It were as if the window framed him, that it was perfectly built around him as was his empire, his legacy. His bronzed skin became drenched in the radiate sunshine; luminous beams of light played along his flesh, danced upon it to create pools of brilliance and shadow. For the longest time, Harry stared out the window ignoring the girl, ignoring her question&nbsp; not because he did not wish to answer it, but because of the implications if he did answer it.&nbsp; <em>A boy, a son, one that was healthy and would strive to inherit the throne with dignity, grace and strength</em>. Many stars that previous evening he wished on, for many streaked from the heavens, darted through the velvety inky skies, and Harry at least made three wishes. Finally, a jovial laugh left his lips, his mouth, and a gleam of straight white teeth sparkled.<br><br>&nbsp;“Children wish on stars,” Harry said, his voice low, a sultry whisper, and his gaze, one that steady met hers. &nbsp;“Women wish on stars as do poets and fools.” He said, and all the while a lazy smile graced his lips, and in his eyes so blue, a mischievous glint appeared. Elegantly, he rose from the sill, and circled the bed in which the girl still sat upon; his finger tapped his lips as thoughts flitted in his mind, and in a sudden move, he prowled to the bed and clawed his way near her. Harry leaned in close to her, incredibly close in so much that he could smell the faint lavender scent that perfumed her body, her hair; he draped his well roped muscular arm behind her back to support her fall as he inclined to stretch onto her, and whisper in her ear. <br><br>His breath was hot against her ear, and it was scented with apple. &nbsp;“But I will forget this one moment in time, forget that I am your Majesty, forget for only a second to whisper to you that if I did wish on a falling star, that it was for a beauty, young and sweet, for a friend to confide in, for an equal to speak with, for somebody to love and share love, an outsider to my world and yet not. That, my dear Charlotte, would be my answer.” His sight caught a glimpse of her earlobe, and he dared to brush his lip against it, yet had the strength not to kiss it, to take it into his mouth. As suddenly as he reclined against her, he took his absence, dismissed himself to walk to a table where a fruit bowl was, and thoughtlessly, he chose an apple, the forbidden fruit and bit into it.<br><br>It was divinely sweet.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Wish Granted (Airindel and elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>17-10-2007, 05:12:05</strong>
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				His every movement she watched as a hawk would a field mouse scurrying across the deadened grasslands, squeaking every inch of the way as it tore across the loose dirt searching for a place to hide, except she felt as if she were the prey and he the predator. Frozen, unable to move a muscle as he returned to the bed, as he crawled near her, she could feel the warmth of his body against her, aroused by his brashness, as she felt his breath upon her ear. Swallowing back her jabbering words, she all but forced herself to look into his eyes, <em>You can do this Charlie, you can gaze into his eyes,</em> she thought staring into those blue eyes, lost in them.<br><br>”Then you must be a poet, your Majesty, for your wish was granted as was mine. I too gazed upon a falling star, my wish was for passion, excitement and when I awoke I was here.” She shivered when he brushed her earlobe, wanting more than anything to feel more of them, but he slipped away from her, leaving her wanting and senseless. It was then she realized the man had called himself Majesty and she had echoed him. <br><br>Pushing off the bed, pulling the oversized t-shirt downwards to cover her exposed thighs, she approached him, her words but a whisper, ”I am going to tell you something Harry and you will more than likely not believe me, but my words are true. Last night after wishing upon a star, I went to bed.” Looking around the room, she knew immediately she was not in the same century as her own, surprisingly she was okay with it for now, either that or in shock. ”I live in the twenty-first century, Harry and this is not that time period, somehow our wishes collided and I ended up here, to become your confidant, your equal.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Wish Granted (Airindel and elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>24-10-2007, 15:36:23</strong>
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				Laughter, sounds of sweet deliciousness filled the air that distanced Harry and Charlotte; not due to her words did the young Majesty laugh, nor for his amusement, nor for belittlement, but for the girl's care: a finger, a mere gesture, made his guards leave, men whom protected and watched over his being night and day, men who were nothing more then his own shadow. Only then did Harry cross the small gap that bridged the girl from him, and only then did he lay his hands upon her upper arms; the strength of him echoed in his hands, no doubt of that, and the muscles of his arms defined from years of jousting, sword practice, and war, and his blue eyes peered into hers meeting her gaze. &nbsp;“My dear girl, your tongue needs minding and it will learn to yield to silence.” Harry sternly said, commanded in a whisper, and prior to any retort for know he did it would come given the girl's nature that he observed, he touched her lip with his index finger and gently did he toy with it, caressed her words into silence as if taming her. He leaned close to her so that no word could be mistaken or misconstrued.<br><br>&nbsp;“Far are We from the twenty-first century, the year being of 1515, my girl,” he lowly murmured, his sweet breath hot against her lips, brushing them lightly as he studied her face, the beauty that it held that was equal to no other of his time. &nbsp;“and although I may believe you, or may not for this shall never be discussed or mentioned again, it matters little for believe you me, it is for your best interest to not doubt but accept the fate that God has chosen for you be it my humble servant or friend,” Idly, his finger left her lips, and traced along her jaw to her ear; his attention being drawn to her earlobe which he had brushed a kiss upon only moments prior. He leaned in so that his nose pressed against her hair, and tenderly his lips bestowed yet another kiss to that skin, as he breathed out words to her. &nbsp;“Nay my sweet young lover and confident, for as We know, the Spanish hold court here, and with their beliefs so firmly in God and in Rome not even I could protect you from the Inquisition if they suspect you of witchcraft and the practices of the devil.” His hand cupped her face and once again his gaze fell to her eyes, held it, so that she might know the gravity of the situation in which he spoke about, in which many women and girls fell victim of, and perished. <br><br>His other hand now roamed over her body; it pressed just hard enough though the garment she wore to feel the girl's curves, the softness of her womanly body, and lazily that hand rested upon the symbol of her shirt, the devil horned duck. &nbsp;“I will chose not to doubt, a risk for certain, but a King thrives on risks but I beseech you to take heed of my words, my dearest Charlotte, and care of what you say and to whom you speak, and care that you do not disappoint or lose my interest.” He warned her, his voice during the entirety of his address was stern yet feather light, a whisper, and mesmerized by the depths of colour within her eyes, he stole the simplest and sweetest of kisses from her lips and although he longed to deepen that affection, he did not.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Wish Granted (Airindel and elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>30-10-2007, 23:16:02</strong>
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				Breathless, she sat there unable to breathe, unable to concentrate as she drowned in his scent, she could almost taste the air between them as he scolded her, her thoughts of what could be between them, she gasping as he placed a finger upon her lip. Closing her eyes for the briefest of moments, she could no longer stare at him and concentrate on not sucking upon his finger, so close he dragged to her tongue, she wanting to experience what it was like to be with a man, a real man. <br><br><em>Earth to Charlie, you just time traveled, an impossibility I might add, and ended up in the bed of what looks to be the king of England, if history serves, he is King Henry,</em> her subconscious somehow always managed to spoil her fun, bring her back to the logical side at the wrong time. Breathing deeply, inhaling as his words sank in, she barely nodded, she would not speak of it again, she knew that what she spoke of could be considered witchcraft, being burned at the stake not high on her list of things to do in this lifetime. ”I understand, Your Majesty,” she breathed, though again her attention strayed as she felt his finger trace along her delicate jaw, slip against her earlobe as she opened her eyes once again.<br><br>His lips brushed her as she did so, and she felt woozy, feint, and in sudden need of removing all clothing between the two of them, she was again ready to be his, anything he asked of her, she was positive she would do with or for him. Stammering for control she said, ”Then what…what should I be, I know not of your customs, your dress, I would be easy to spot as,” she paused and he took that moment to steal another kiss from her, this time she had not held back, returning it with as much heat and passion as he gave to her, leaning back she removed the offending shirt, wadding it up and tossing it into the fire, joining it were her lace panties, neither of which were of this century, both of which could be cause for hers and his execution.<br><br>That she was nude before the King, a pink blush spreading from her cheeks and slipping down her body, its warmth following was not a concern until she saw his eyes upon her, then she realized what she had done, boldly she did not cover up, though in her time it would have been her first instinct. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Wish Granted (Airindel and elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>07-11-2007, 14:30:07</strong>
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				Harry would not have been a man, would not have been human, had he not looked upon Charlotte's body; the soft curves, sweetly delicious, those that stirred desires deep within him, defined the essence of being a woman and made him hunger for her. His fingers, calloused from sword and pistol, from wielding the heavy wooden lances, all weapons of warfare, yearned to stroke her bare skin, deserved to for no wrong he saw in it, no wrong in his lust, his love, regardless of his marriage to Catherine, and regardless of the others. Trembling, his fingers drifted to the young woman's virginal body, but nay, he denied himself, denied her the pleasure of touching her skin. His fingers danced close to her creamy skin, silken white, and played and lingered over the air that enveloped her, that cushioned and protected her being from his royal blood. With every ounce of strength, and every ounce of courage, he denied the luxury of loving her, and for a lingering moment, he closed his eyes and besot his body to temper his desires, to control the rush of heat that burned his blood, and he mastered it if only for awhile. Pride made him.<br><br>&nbsp;“As different, abnormal for this time, as a witch, yes.” Harry said, finishing her sentence that needn't had been spoken. Stepped away from the beautiful girl he did, the movement dismissive as he tried to think of anything but her, yet could not. His brow furrowed and his hand bathed over his face and head, rubbed at his short dark hair to wake him from his stupor. &nbsp;“And difficult it shall be, Charlotte,” Henry added as if words could banish his desires, his lust, and foolishly he believed it for his pride and ego commanded it of the young man. <br><br>He drew close to her, stood behind her, and leaned close to her ear, that sweet lobe that he once kissed only moments ago. Her scent of hair teased his senses and heavily he breathed near her ear as his eyes further drank in her beauty, and a smile graced his lips as God favoured him. A beauty mark, that dark brown speckle that adoringly decorated her flesh on her plump youthful breast stole upon his eye, his sight, and breathlessly, he traced it, caressed it with the pad of finger and did so delicately and almost demurely. &nbsp;“The Devil's mark,” he whispered in her ear, his lips brushing against her ear, his face buried in her silky blonde tresses, &nbsp;“Satan has touched you, and pricked here you would be, condemned to death if you bleed from the blessed instrument, the needle,” His words, timidly whispered brushed against her hair, and no longer could he control himself; his member began to stiffen, and his lips sought to kiss her head above her ear. &nbsp;“I would not see that done to you, and best if you, girl, allowed yourself to be protected by Us for care We can easily bestow upon you, and long or want for nothing you would suffer not.” He murmured, and as his fingers tenderly stretched over her breast to feel the delicate skin, to cup it, he closed his eyes to savour this moment between them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Wish Granted (Airindel and elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>10-11-2007, 00:57:22</strong>
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				It was cold, the air within his chambers chilly unless one was willing to stand near the roaring fire, she was not, perfectly still she stood as she felt those predatory eyes upon her, she nude in front of him, though he too was nude, and a gorgeous body he had, one she had dreamed of more than once. Raised upon her delicate, soft white kissed skin, not a sun ray had kissed it, for she rarely set foot out of doors, not too keen was she, though she might not be fat, it had not been uncommon for her to be picked last in schoolyard sports, she never good at them, considering them a worthless pursuit.<br><br>Only hidden behind the computer screen, her voice slightly tinny to those she spoke with across the ether did she feel confident in her abilities, both to seduce and to win, for she was good at any game she endeavored to try if it existed in digital format. Never had she been good with men unless she was behind the screen and now was no different, even as she felt him come up behind her, his breath, scented by the apple he had sampled earlier, shudders slipped down her, goose pimples rose as he touched her. Unable to breathe or speak, her words caught in her throat, her pulse quicken as she felt him pressed against her, his seduction skills honed.<br><br>Finally words found her as he traced the mark she had had since birth, it long forgotten, another one she had on her left ass cheek, this one in the shape of a crescent, always did it amuse her when her infrequent lovers would run their tongue along it. Back to the present, or was it past, her breath quickened to almost the point of pants, she managed, ”Anything, anything I will do if you will protect me,” &nbsp;her words trailing into a moan as he caressed her. If he had asked her to bed him in this moment, she would not have said no, could not say no, but then she suspected he was well aware of this effect he had on women.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Wish Granted (Airindel and elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>19-11-2007, 02:44:25</strong>
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				Treacherously beautiful, the silken curves of the girl's body were; the pale moonlight white skin, the flesh supple, desirable, and scented faintly with a perfume that was indescribably bewitching: Harry feared for the girl, for his common senses, and the lapse of control his body could possibly endure in her presence. Seduction was an art, a skill and he honed it perfectly, yet bestial thoughts prickled his nerves, his mind, heightened in his blood and boiled it, and with effort he had to restrain himself from ravishing the girl before his eyes. He closed those orbs of forget-me-not blue to retain control of his being, his very essence, yet her fragrance was still there to taunt him, and make a mockery of his skill of being both a man and a king and it unnerved him. His throat tightened as he swallowed and his chest seized with heavy pounding from his palpitating heart; the rhythm was suddenly irregular and he damned himself for being foolish about a woman. He could have any one, that he knew, but she, Charlotte, was a wish from a falling star or maybe indeed a devil's masterpiece set upon the earth.<br><br><em>Anything, anything I will do if you will protect me.</em> Her words, desperate and impassioned, echoed in his mind for they were words he often heard; to please the prince, the king, many sacrificed their dearest and most beloved joys and delight for him, for his favour. A bitter disappointment settled within him, and on opening his eyes, he looked at the girl with disdain; difficult it was, but she needn't know, and he settled his hands on her shoulders and grasped them. The touch was not tender, not strong, but that which was secure, firm, commanded obedience on the subject in which they rested, and he breathed in the scent of her silky hair as he was forced to whisper in her ear. &nbsp;“You know not in which you offer, and if you do, you then would realize that many please me as stated. They fear loosing my favour, and that bores me. Offer me something different, offer me something that is not anything, that does not lie within my command, my disclosure and I will think of protecting you, girl.” Lightly his words fell against her ear, caressed it, and with ease of grace, he stepped in front of her as if he spun her into a delicate dance; his body rested close to hers almost pressed upon her being, and not once did his glance drift from her gaze even though he longed to look at the girl's features, those curves that granted her femininity and enthralment over the basest of men.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Wish Granted (Airindel and elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>20-11-2007, 01:38:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She could feel his breath upon her shoulder, could sense his need, even with her inexperience in ways of men and seduction she recognized he was fighting his beast, he was attempting to keep his head and not follow his desires. She stood tensely in his grasp as he contemplated what she had said to him, and then she felt him shift, his grasp on his shoulders startled her, she flinching as he grabbed them securely, and whispered into her ear. His breath again playing havoc with her, sensually it caressed her ear and yet his words were harsh, she listening to every syllable, every nuance. Her thoughts turned inward, even as his gripped lightened and he spun around her, facing her, pressing against her, her own breath exhaled in a sigh of excitement as she stared into his eyes.<br><br>Moments passed between them, long ones, ones she could not afford to waste, but she had to concentrate on her next words, they could mean her life or death and she preferred to live. <em>How could I have been so stupid, this man is a King, anything he wants he can have, what he needs is something no one else can give him, what he needs is me.</em> Shaking her head slightly, she fought to keep the smile from her lips, ”I will give you what no other would dare to give you, I will tell you when I think, nay when I know you are wrong, my words will be blunt, any other would fear to say the words to your face, but I am not from your world and am willing to risk your wrath. Secondly, I come from the future,” &nbsp;she continued, her words barely a whisper as her stare did not waver from his eyes, leaning closer to him, pressing the entirety of her body against his bronzed muscles, ”I might not have been the greatest student of history, but I do know some of the treachery that is to befall upon you my King, and only I can tell you how to avoid it.” She let her words sink in, not daring to breathe as she stayed pressed against him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Wish Granted (Airindel and elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>29-11-2007, 05:12:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Henry stared at Charlotte, his expression placid and emotionless save for the burning intensity, a heated passion within his eyes that would stir and inflict fear and trepidation in any being who stood or knelt before him; the tension, palpable. A flicker of excitement stirred behind his pupils, his eyes slightly widened, a sliver of a fraction barely noticeable, almost invisible, and then a boisterous warm laugh left his lips. Airy and light, rich with life, the noise flitted through the closed chamber and filled it, surrounded them, it did and with the accompaniment of their breathing, and heartbeats that steadily pulsed with anxiety. Only then did Harry's hands, those of the king, those of a man, gently slide over the girl's slender limbs, and felt, he did, the smooth young flesh of her arms; his hands sought hers, and interlacing fingers, he raised the girl's delicate hand to his mouth. A kiss, one simple and sweet, yet one that lingered too long to be pure was bestowed on her wrists, and then his lips traced along to her palms where another kiss was granted, blessed upon her being, and with his eyes locking a gaze with hers, his mouth sought that middle finger, and his lips too grazed along it to eventually suck on the fingertip.<br><br>&nbsp;“You ask of me to grant you permission to speak freely, and at will and liberty,”&nbsp; He whispered, his breath teasing that middle finger that was now forced to trace his bottom lip. &nbsp;“Council I have and from men, from the learned, and my wife's opinion I will listen to when insisted upon and all I can dismiss at whim or be pensive regarding the knowledge and advice, yet all fear me, fear to disappoint, and so I will amuse you and allow you that permission of freedom. You will be the one who will gaze at the stars, the one who will control my true destiny, my fate, witchcraft or not, the devil or God, for the future you will read, and not guide me wrong. Be my friend, girl, yes.” Harry murmured, and gently he drew her near to him. Their bodies firmly pressed together in a conspiratorial manner and as his breath warmed her lips, Harry kissed her, whispering into their embrace.&nbsp; &nbsp; “Be true to me, and no man, no one person shall ever harm you. That I promise you, my Lady Charlotte.”&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Wish Granted (Airindel and elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>05-12-2007, 05:28:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Confused was the woman, the young teenager who still had some growth left in her, who stood before the self-assured man, the King of England, a man who could have any woman in the world, or man if that were to his liking and yet he chose her, a geek, a heretical witch if he were to ask his advisors, to bed and to favour as his most trusted confidant. Anxious was the naked purple and blonde headed woman who felt his fingers slip into hers; the strength of those calloused fingers as the wrapped around hers and pulled her hand to his lips. Her gasp audible, she shivered delightedly as he brushed his tender lips upon her soft skin, goose bumps raising wherever they touched and slipping down her spine. <br><br>His words she barely heard as her gaze drifted to those lips, as they parted and suckled upon her fingers, her eyes wide with shock and heat spreading between her legs, never had a man been so seductive as he was at this very moment, never had a man attempted to seduce her so, always had it been wham bam thank you ma’am. Her lips parted just enough so that she could breath from her mouth, her gaze lifting to his as he closed the gap and spoke of his promise to her. ”I shall endeavor not to disappoint,” is what she replied, but what she wanted to say was <em>”take me, I am yours.”</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Wish Granted (Airindel and elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>05-12-2007, 19:11:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The slightest of smiles, a hint of one, Harry wore with the grace of being a King, nobility by birthright, and his gaze penetrated that of Charlotte's as he drew himself impossibly close to her. Body met body. His hard lean muscular frame pressed against her womanly softness, a softness that he treasured, a softness that he desired as his own and all the while her finger still lingered on his lips to tease their senses. &nbsp;“Not to disappoint, no.” Harry murmured leaning close to her lips, a sliver shy of true contact yet he did not yield to kiss at least not yet for he craved fire to ignite, and yearned for it to burn between them, and heat them until no long they could withstand the intensity. <br><br>His hand, the one that was free, the one that traced along her sides, her curves, the one that sought to explore now knitted into her straw and violet hue hair and entwined it to jewel and decorate his finely scarred fingers. With a firm tug of those tresses, Harry made Charlotte arch her elegant neck and peer up at him. The space between them closed delicately. &nbsp;“Endeavour not to disappoint,” He faintly murmured against her lips. Barely could he contain himself for his lust and desire for the girl tore at his soul, and a shiver prickled his skin and slid down his spine. It made Harry stare into Charlotte's eyes and held himself still for the longest time, he did, drowning in those mesmerizing orbs of spring green, rich and true of the beauty of life.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Wish Granted (Airindel and elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>06-12-2007, 22:49:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Breathing was an impossibility, air hard to come by as she stood there perfectly still and stared into the King’s eyes, he dazzled her with them, they held such power, such confidence, such arrogance, she could not tear her gaze from his, did not want to do so. To say there was heat in all the right places for the young geek would be a vast understatement, she was overwhelmed by it, by him, her desire to be his grew astronomically as she finally gasped for a breath, finally realizing she had held it for far too long.<br><br>Her gasp was short, as he pulled her hair, she moaning softly and pressing even closer to him, unable to hold back any longer, nowhere near as skilled in the art of seduction as he the King, she met his lips in a lingering kiss, sighing into it as he held her gaze, her hands sliding around his naked waist, sliding across his hard body, reveling in it. ”Please I cannot take it any more, please, Harry, take me,” &nbsp;she murmured so very faintly into that kiss.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Wish Granted (Airindel and elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>08-12-2007, 03:41:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Entangled in a kiss they were, the tension between them, the heat, lust and desire palpable in the air that enveloped them, that caressed their bodies that yearned for one another. The kiss, the one in which the girl so boldly stole, was hungrily greeted by Harry; his thirst for her, unquenchable, and the struggle for breath long forgotten as he tasted her delicate skin: his tongue glided across her full bottom lip as she spoke. Not a word he said as her words lingered and faded in the short distance between them, but indeed, he did stare at her with an intensity that burned through time. The blueness of his eyes, that not of the ocean or sky, but blended hues of them and periwinkle glistened with life, and in one graceful fluid movement the brash confident king found himself sweeping the Lady Charlotte up into his arms; encircled she became in his arms that so easily held her close to his chest: their hearts rhythmically beat as her bosom was pressed, nay crushed, against his bare chest as he held, and clung to her with a passion that was indescribable. <br><br>Breaking a kiss and panting for breath, Harry peered up at Charlotte and met her gaze. &nbsp;“Permission you grant me to claim you?” The words were barely breathed out, almost inaudible, almost in disbelief; the King's desires had not been meet and sated in some time for torn he was between being a dutiful husband, one loyal, and being that of a man for regardless of being a husband, or even a king, Harry first was a man. Without another word said from the man, long strides were taken, and in a moment, a mere fraction of time, Harry settled his girl, his Charlotte onto his bed, and on kneeling above her on knees and elbows so that the girl would not be squished by his weight, he began to make love with her, obeyed her beckoning, obeyed his body's lust and impassioned, Harry crushed his lips against hers eagerly wanting her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Wish Granted (Airindel and elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>14-12-2007, 22:08:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				A non-verbal sound between a squeak and a squeal echoed throughout his chambers when the King lifted the geek into his arms, it was unexpected but not unwanted, she immediately enfolding her pale arms around his bronzed neck and her legs around his waist. She clung to him, not for fear of falling, his strong arms saw to that, she was safe from all except the King’s lusts whilst he held her, she parting her lips as they kissed until he broke it off to breath.<br><br>Astonished by his words, by his courtesy, she had no time to answer the question before he strode to his bed, but her eyes conveyed all, she had more than granted him permission, she longed for his love, pulling him closer as he settled her on the bed, spreading her legs to accommodate him, only to enfold him within them once against when he had stared, her moans muffled by the fiercest of kisses, she giving herself to him, this man, her Harry, her King.<br><br>No longer was she Charlie the geek, the guild mistress, the most accomplished priest of her friends, in this one moment she transformed to Lady Charlotte, most trusted advisor and lover of King Henry.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Wish Granted (Airindel and elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>20-12-2007, 05:19:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Nestled between her legs he was, and Harry easily weaved&nbsp; his fingers through her golden and plum tinted locks, tugged&nbsp; on them, entangled himself within her beauty as he hungrily kissed her, deepening his passion. His tongue skilfully sought hers, slipped into her mouth, parted her rose coloured lips which were silken soft, luxurious, and he could not help but to moan as he tasted a trace of chocolate within her, within their kiss.&nbsp; The intensification of their embrace heighten as Harry felt the slight warmth of her breath from her nose tickle against his shaven skin, heated him, impassioned the kiss, and inflamed his lust and desires. He parted from her, but for a moment, a sliver of time, and caught his breath in a gasp. With eyes met, and with an amorous smile gracing his lips, Harry traced his tongue gently along Charlotte's jaw, and rained kisses along her slender neck that was unadorned, and lower to trail along the plump flesh of her ripe and youthful breasts; his fingers freed from her hair to soak in the tenderness of her flesh as his fingers explored her willowy arms, her curvaceous sides, and settled between her shapely legs to leisurely feel and stroke the heat of her sex. Glided along her warm damp folds they did, seeking the pearl of her pleasure and once discovered, Harry teasingly rubbed the flesh between his forefinger and thumb, lightly, barely, and smiling, he drew her pale nipple into his mouth, fully, and sweetly suckled.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Wish Granted (Airindel and elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>24-12-2007, 03:21:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She was naked before the King of England, better yet she was kissing him or rather he was kissing her, she could not believe her luck, was she dreaming, did she truly have her wish come true, was it really possible? Questions, all unanswered, all snuck in at rapid speeds, faster than a blink of an eye, all fleeting as she tasted his mouth upon hers, a taste of the apple so strong upon his lips. She drank him in, pressed her body ever closer as his tongue pressed into her mouth, her lips parting as the red sea had done so easily for Moses, perhaps easier, she fell for him, would do anything for this man, she had barely met, if only he did not stop what he was doing.<br><br>Panting as he released her lips, the wisp of a smile so devilish planted between his cheeks as he kissed downwards, the brush of his lips on her skins raising goose bumps, she shivering with them despite the sudden heat she felt as his fingers slipped between her legs. She could not help but loosen her grip with her thighs, she cried out with his tantalizing gestures, laughed softly as he teased her nipple with his teeth and soon she was begging for more.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Wish Granted (Airindel and elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>24-12-2007, 06:33:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Harry rolled the silken pearl of flesh between his thumb and forefinger, gently, teasingly, and as he suckled on Lady Charlotte's breast, as he sweetly enjoyed playing his tongue over her pale pink nipple, he lightly and tenderly squeezed the gem of her sex to heighten her pleasure. Those fingers, those that were calloused and scarred from wielding a sword, from enjoying the art of jousting, from archery, from the hunt, not once did they slip from her womanhood, slip from tantalizing her as Harry created a path of kisses from her plump youthful breasts to her tummy. His breath, his kisses, the trace of his tongue along her perfumed flesh was heated, warm and sensual; the taste of her was divine, heavenly, and he trapped a sigh within himself not letting it escape for her to hear. He wished, nay desired and wanted, to listen to her sighs, to her whimpers, and bring her alone to an ecstasy, to a heaven in which only Harry could provide for her. A sly and charming smile nestled against her skin at the thoughts, and he shifted to peer at the girl before him.<br><br>&nbsp;“I want you to beg for me, Charlotte,” Harry told her as he knelt between her legs, his arousal more than noticeable, and for a brief moment, he leaned close to the girl, close to her face; his stiff member pressed against her inner thigh. &nbsp;“I want you to know that I am your god who will elate you from a plain life on earth to that of unknown pleasures, to a divinity in the heavens that know no boundaries.” Harry murmured against her lips, taunting her senses and his, and although he wanted to deeply kiss her, to press his lips against hers and drink in their sweetness, he denied himself: her gratification, her blissfulness was foremost to his, and was a necessity for their first coupling.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Wish Granted (Airindel and elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>26-12-2007, 06:44:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her moans became louder, her heart quickened and the ragged breaths were but small gasps, but this was just the beginning, she was just on the cusp of the pleasures he was willing to show her this night, if only she would beg for him and stroke his pride, telling him he was God’s gift to women, nay that he was her god, the man was arrogant, but at this very moment, Lady Charlotte agreed with him. She whimpered and quivered, unconsciously moving her hips towards his fingers, as she thought she was beyond earthly desires, she was soaring amongst the clouds, lifted to heaven, beyond; by his touch, the taste of his lips of his on hers, she wanted to feel more of them, wanted to feel all of him pressed against her, within her.<br><br>Never had she felt such pleasures, neither of her scant forays into sexual pleasures had resulted in her own climax and this, for a King to consider her own pleasures above his own, she was taken aback, despite his request for her begging, which he did hear, shortly after he demanded it of her. ”Please, Harry, please,” &nbsp;she whispered, staring into his eyes, watching his fingers through the valley of her breasts the tunnel they made as he lifted off her just enough to suckle upon her breasts. ”you are my Lord and Master, my god, who controls my every desire and…” &nbsp;her voice climbed several octaves as he brought her to the edge and she was unable to finish her statement, her eyes twinkling with need, her chest rising and falling as she grasped at the crisp sheets, the crumpling within her fingers.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Wish Granted (Airindel and elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>13-01-2008, 18:56:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Harry stretched along her body, his own lithe and muscular, well toned; a hint, the slightest of sheens made his golden sun drenched skin glisten in the morning rays that now danced and lingered on his bed. A smile, one that was of the gods and one that was of the devils, curved his tempting lips, those that tasted of tart apple, and those that nuzzled near her small ear. His lips traced the outline of her tender lobe, and suckled on it: his hand had left her wanton sex, left her pearl of pleasure to cup her face and hold it still. &nbsp;“Your thoughts, girl, my Lady Charlotte, mine alone, tell me them. Finish it.” Harry demanded. Sex was nothing but a game of control, of power, of temptation of the heart, soul and body, and one that often he mastered and won. &nbsp;“My lord and master, my god, who controls my every desire and? And what, my Charlotte? Tell me your words, and let my ears hear them so that I may further bless you with delight that only I will bestow on you, I alone, you King, your god, the one whom you will love and fear,” He whispered, lightly, murmuring as he suckled on her perfumed skin, his breath warm against her ear. Almost with regret did he part from that lovely morsel of&nbsp; flesh, and he hovered above her balanced still, balanced with perfection on his strong forearms; her legs were well parted for him, and with a sinfully delicious smile, he pressed his hard rounded head of his manhood against the warm folds of her silky sex, and with a hard thrust, he entered her sacred passage with a groan of ecstasy: his breathing deepened into a purr. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Wish Granted (Airindel and elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>18-01-2008, 00:31:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Flustered and excited. Heated and in heat. Tempted, yet denied, the geek almost lost her cool with the King and demanded he stop tantalizing her, stop showing her he was her Master who controlled her every whim and need, and just give it to her. He was so unlike the two men she had been intimate with before, they would have never had known how to bring a woman to the edge, to allow her flower to see what it would be like to blossom under a man’s sun and then take it away from you, to crave more and less from a man, they would not have understood or cared to and she had not realized what she had been missing. She would do anything for this man, her King, worship him if he desired, bathe his feet with her tongue, anything he asked or demanded, she would give, if only he would allow her flower to blossom.<br><br>”whim, my Master…the word was whim,” &nbsp;she pleaded, meeting his thrust with one of her own, a moan and gasp slipping from her lips as she stared into his eyes, her own glazed over with pure ecstasy. She would not last beyond a few strokes, he having teased the poor inexperienced teenager for far too long, yet it was a scant few minutes.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Wish Granted (Airindel and elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>26-01-2008, 02:31:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				A smile, one cruel yet beautiful, one that silently spoke of emotions that could not be expressed between lovers, could not be admitted by a man let alone a king curved his lips rather charmingly. As she moaned, as she whimpered beneath him, those lips, warm and silky and tender met hers, caught her breath and for a moment of time, a mere sliver of heaven, Harry believed that he inhaled her soul and it mingled with his own; intent, he was, to forever keep it, and love it, protect it, cherish. &nbsp;“Whim.” He repeated, and caressed her face drawing a line down her jaw with the back of his index and middle finger; the touch was not light and not boorish heavy, but perfect, and only then did he study her, her pleading and yearning body that was flushed with heat: she glowed with euphoria, with carnal bliss. He could do no more save to sate his own lust, his own desires and need, and as he crushed his lips against hers, he mumbled but a few simple words. &nbsp;“Be my morning songbird.”&nbsp; His turgid member pushed deep within her silky warm narrow passage, the thrust making the young king close his eyes and savour the sensation while a low groan&nbsp; came from him, from his heart, from a deeper place buried within him that few women ever would know. Steady, he would yield to this pace, slow and deep, the head of his member swelling at times as the penetration grew in a hard rhythm. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Wish Granted (Airindel and elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>11-02-2008, 23:26:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She barely knew the man that forcibly thrust deep within her and yet she was his, body and soul, she wanted nothing more than to be at his side now and always. To please him and be pleased by him were her only cares. Fate had brought them together, a simple wish upon a star had brought her here to his bed and she marveled at the complexity. Her thoughts whirled about, most fleeting until&nbsp; she once again focused upon the man and his thrusts, her moans silenced by his mouth, her eyes widened as she wrapped her legs around his muscular waist, shifting so he may go deeper.<br><br>Too late it was for her to tell him she was close, his few thrusts and the teasing before brought the poor geek over the edge, her climax taking her to new heights, she arching her back, her legs tightening around him as she sang for him. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Wish Granted (Airindel and elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>21-02-2008, 14:55:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He groaned as Charlotte's silky warm muscles clutched and gripped and squeezed at his member, milked him and the sensation was exquisite and beyond heavenly; always it was with a good lover. Every ounce of the king's self-control, the strength to resist temptation was questioned, and he halted all movement, all the vigorous thrusts to which he desired to have, all which would lead to his own sexual release, to peer down at the woman, the beauty, beneath him. She writhed under him, squirmed, and leaning closer to her, gently he cupped her plump breast and caught her taut pink nipple in his lips, drank the delicate flesh into his mouth and suckled on it. His tongue teased her, swirled around and flicked the nipple, and as she was nearing the end of her orgasm, as her body was drawing limp, Harry held her close to him and penetrated deeply within her once again, grunting from a hard rhythm.&nbsp; <br><br>He had every intention to hear Charlotte's sweet song once more, and in unison with the lowly bass sounds of the bed ropes groaning, and in unison with his own.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Wish Granted (Airindel and elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>05-03-2008, 20:31:59</strong>
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				Enthralled, intoxicated, filled with emotions and desires she had yet to fully understand the young geek was in awe of the man who lay above her, he took her flower and showed her what it meant to blossom under a man’s heat. Flushed with her release she had expected him to relent but Henry was a man of many talents and his intent to have her sing his praises became very clear. She shuddered beneath him, but soon met his rhythm eagerly, full of need, willing to go down an unknown path as long as he was willing to guide her.<br><br>It was not long before her breath again escaped in small gasps, her heart raced as she was rocked by those powerful thrusts, she encouraging him with her legs wrapped around his waist and pulling him downwards toward her carnal passage. At one point she found his earlobe and sucked upon it, the tip of her tongue sliding along the canals, soft, playful, her warm breath slipping sensually down his neck. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Wish Granted (Airindel and elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>06-03-2008, 14:06:52</strong>
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				A lascivious rumble, a purr of hallow pleasure, of bliss unbound caressed and idly played across Charlotte's fair pliable skin that was pressed and molded to the young King's, that melted into one being as he savoured the sweetness of her warm honeyed passage, the sweet near virginal flesh that he deeply desired, nay craved as a man would any substance, any morsel of a succulent feast. Fingers, those that were masculine, strong, wrapped with rings that only a monarch would wear, entwined and leashed strands of straw and violet, colours of nature that only God could paint or that of Lucifier, seduced those said fingers to curl around the tresses and without mercy, without kindness or gentleness, he pulled the girl to him and impassioned her into a ravishing kiss that stole her breath as he carved into her weeping sex. Long and deep, an unstoppable force of carnal indulgence, bestial and bewitching, blessed and enraptured and bathed the delicate blossomed sex with transcendental wonder, with yearning and desire, and as the swelling of the thickly veined pillar sought to ease the relished appetence of lust, Harry murmured the girl's name. &nbsp;“Charlotte.” His breath, the faintness of it, danced across her lips that he tasted once more before sensations of aching thirst, his hunger to sate his own need, his own want, overwhelmed him.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Wish Granted (Airindel and elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>18-03-2008, 00:39:31</strong>
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				Enchanted by her very own king, a dream she had only fantasized about; Lady Charlotte cried out with pleasures she had never known, never dared to know, with each sensuous touch, with each thrust he brought her to a place she had not known existed and now never wanted to leave. His stamina, his eagerness to prove her his prowess and to show her that she was his to command, to be had however and whenever he wanted her, brought a euphoric excitement to her. Small animalistic sounds escaped her lips as he thrusts became bestial as she tasted his raw power, as her climax grew once again, proving that once again he was her Master. She cried out, her breath warm against his lips as his entangled fingers held her fast, her lips pressed fiercely against his and she begged him to do what he willed with her. ”Henry,” she breathed, her voice husky, needy and with a tinge of hope. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Wish Granted (Airindel and elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>18-03-2008, 03:41:39</strong>
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				With his hunger quelled, his carnal appetence quenched, Harry crushed a near bruising kiss upon the Lady Charlotte's lips, and drank in the very breath that she panted and purred forth, an animalistic mewling that Henry adored. The sweetness of her luscious ripe body, the curves, the crevices, the plumpness of her sheer womanly form, it all intoxicated him, and he nuzzled his nose into her neck and nipped at her milky skin rather playfully. He said nothing, and did not have to: his stare, the intensity within his dark eyes, expressed the emotions that overwrought his young lean body, and his lascivious need to possess the woman underneath him, the one who yielded, submitted, to him and his desideratum.<br><br>&nbsp;“My Lady Charlotte,” Henry murmured, his voice, the tone surprising soft, tender, quaint, and he, with grace and agility, slid free of her body to rest beside her. Propped on an elbow he remained, and he took her one hand in his and gave each fingertip a leisurely kiss before he gently squeezed her hand. &nbsp;“You are delectable, an exotic that I fear I should not indulge in too often or be spoiled.” He turned her head slightly to bestow another kiss, and as his lips met hers once more the personal page, an aide in organization, entered his chambers and stumbled upon the naked couple. Immediately, Henry looked up and a flash of annoyance flickered and darkened his ruggedly handsome face, his eyes and his brow. &nbsp;“I gave orders last eve not to be disturbed. What bid you to disobey my word, your King's word?” Henry coldly asked, and turned his affection once more to Charlotte. A lingering kiss caressed her shoulder, and as his tongue glided over her fair skin, as it traced along the collar bone, the page spoke.<br><br>&nbsp;“The Duke of Buckingham is demanding to have word with you, insists upon it, yet on what matter he does not say.” The page said, eyes downcast for he did not wish to stare at the naked lovers in the royal bed. The words, however, stirred an irritation within Henry, and he took leave of the bed, of Charlotte, and he scavenged for his clothes that he hastily donned, cursing under his breath.<br><br>&nbsp;“Very well.” Henry flatly said, fastening a tie to his vest; arms were bare for no shirt he wore underneath. &nbsp;“I will tend to this matter that Buckingham insists upon, and while I am away, see to it that Lady Charlotte is measured for appropriate clothing, all clothing, and spare no expense. She is to be a Lady in Waiting for our Queen Catherine. Make the arrangements, and do so now.” Henry ordered, his voice firm and thoughtful as he slid into supple leather boots that met his well muscled thigh. &nbsp;“Tell Queen Catherine that it is my will, and no inquiries will be made by her. She will accept, and that is all.” Without a further word, Henry departed, and left Charlotte quite alone in the royal bed, quite alone in the royal chamber save for one other person, a stranger, whom now glanced at her flushed naked body.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Wish Granted (Airindel and elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>19-03-2008, 20:10:44</strong>
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				Satiated and enchanted was the Lady as she relaxed within his arms, his powerful grace, so commanding were the tiniest of movements or requests and yet she like so many before her wanted to follow them, wanted to prove she could be his loyal maiden. Before she could reply, before she could tell him that she shall never spoil as long as she was cared for by the King of England they were rudely interrupted by his page, a boy not much younger than her. <br><br>She shivered with Henry’s public display of affection, his presence giving her the strength she needed to remain lazily nude in front of complete stranger. It was not until he rose to take care of his vassal’s need that she suddenly became bashful. She owned not a stitch of clothing and there she lay bared for the world to see, alone and vulnerable. She watched as her lover disappeared, the temperature of her already flushed skin to a dark rosy hue. <br><br>Shyly she looked at him, a frog caught in her throat as she spoke, ”Please…errr…fetch me a robe.” His wide grin was not lost upon the former geek as he turned and retrieved the item she had requested, holding it open as she stood and slipped her arms into the within the overly large sleeves.”If you follow me Lady….” She answered him too quickly ”Charli…Charlotte”<br><br>Following him to the seamstress, she was immediately lost as she traveled through the vast number of passages, occasional gaining a glimpse of the outside world through large windows. Arriving, she marveled at the gowns present and felt self-conscious when the woman approached her and told her to drop the ghastly robe, it had been the most luxurious article of clothing she had ever worn, with the gold threads and sewn rubies. <br><br>No longer needed, the page disappeared to report to the Queen, a task he dreaded as it did not bode well for him, more than likely her temper would flare.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Wish Granted (Airindel and elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>20-03-2008, 04:00:11</strong>
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				A pear. <br><br>It was the piece of fruit, green, unripe, smooth skinned, that was being turned tumultuously in Henry's hand while his mind reeled in loathsome thoughts and in past memories regarding Buckingham, all the <em>rightful</em> claims to the throne the Duke was whispered to have made. All were treacherous, traitorous, yet never could Henry have anyone reputable, or strong of courage speak against Buckingham. Always a delicate balance it was between friends and foes, and strategies, tactics, and patience was something Henry practised daily even though patience wore thin in the direst circumstances, and little tolerance did Henry have for stupidity. He turned to Wosley; wrinkles furrowed the Cardinal's brow, and set deep creases in his face that were unflattering for a man of his age.<br><br>The pear was tossed directly upright into the air and caught; gold and ruby glistened in the light, and the signet ring of the King was unmistakable. &nbsp;“Buckingham must die.” Henry lowly hissed out, and his hand firmly enfolded the pear. &nbsp;“He has too much power, and wealth, or at least that is what you have inferred. Can you not make it happen?” He slammed his fist and the pear onto the table which made the glassware dance and ring. &nbsp;“You are my advisor, the sole one I trust the most. Make it happen.” Henry fumed, his lips set tight as he forced himself to swallow the ill humour that raged within him. He then laughed and leisurely tossed the pear at the Cardinal, and made a slight gesture in the air that was almost dismissive of the Cardinal, yet not.<br><br>&nbsp;“It will happen, Henry,” Wosley concurred, and the flutter of scarlet robes swept over the tiles as the pear was caught by the hand of God's man. &nbsp;“But you must trust me that now is not the time. Allow me to think upon this more--” the words fell silent as the expectant Queen, plump with child, strode into the small room and not once did she pay heed to the Cardinal but turned to her husband.<br><br>&nbsp;“I want to speak to my husband.” Katherine stated, and rested her jewelled hand on the roundness of her belly, her babe, the heir to the throne in which she hoped to be a boy so that her husband would be pleased. She drew near the King, and impatiently tapped her fingers as she expected the Cardinal to dismiss his own presence, but Henry had unresolved issues and the King held up his index finger to halt his wife from any further disturbance.<br><br>Henry walked over to Wosley, and took the pear from the Cardinal's soft hand, and raised it to his lips, to his nose, to drink in the scent. &nbsp;“Very good then, Wosley. An allowance to think on the situation. I like that, a lot. Now, if you would excuse me, I believe I am to spend time with my lovely Queen who nurtures my son within her belly. A strong lad, he'll be.” Henry announced, pleased; a winsome smile curved and graced his lips and his eyes sparkled as Wosley kissed his hand, the signet ring, and a moment passed before he was alone with Katherine.<br><br>Henry approached his pregnant Queen, calmly, and allowed his hand to rest on her belly; an affection he granted his boy, his child, that flourished within his wife. The pear dropped to the floor, was released from his hand, when movement was felt, and he laughed. &nbsp;“It is magnificent, Katherine, and you do me proud to breed a fine heir, and how can the babe not be fine with a father such as myself?” He laughed out, jokingly, yet not. A seriousness tinged his words, his tone, and Katherine only repaid his comment with a smile.<br><br>&nbsp;“Why is it that I was informed of a new Lady in Waiting and by a page? I did not ask for this, and I did not choose this Lady in Waiting. Explain this circumstance to me, my dearest husband.” Katherine said, her voice mellow and firm, and she rubbed her fingers over the stubble that adorned Henry's face. He had not bathed, or was shorn, and it was unlike him, which germinated doubt of loyalty within Katherine's mind.<br><br>Henry laughed, and leaned in to kiss his wife's cheek, and nuzzle his nose into her tenderly perfumed skin. &nbsp;“You need better care, and with that secures a healthy child that will be born to us, the future King of England. Be glad that I take your health and welfare into consideration, and that of my unborn child, besides, I am your husband and your King, and you will do as I bid and do so without question. Know of your place, Katherine, and that is beside me as my wife and not an Inquisitor. I will not answer your foolish insecure questions; weak in mind you have grown, but alas, it is to be expected in your particular condition. I will forgive you this time, but I will hear no more of such nonsense in the future. Is that understood?” Henry firmly, yet kindly stated and took her hands within his; two kisses to each palm he placed, and he watched a slight blush grow across his wife's cheeks, and a nod was given.<br><br>&nbsp;“It has been long since you visited me, or asked for me to come to your bed.” Katherine confessed, and looked expectantly at Henry.<br><br>&nbsp;“I will not risk putting undo stress on you, Katherine, or my child. Your full attention is to nurture the babe that grows within you, my babe, my son. It is your duty to fully rest, and no more. Pleasures of the flesh for you, my dear, no longer are to be desired, and it is for your benefit, for the child's, please.” Henry insisted, and wondered what the midwives and physicians had told her of marital relations and being with child. It gravely concerned him, and the risk at which the educated placed upon the unborn, and as ire boiled once more in his blood, he could only don a smile for his wife.<br><br>&nbsp;“I understand.” Katherine said, her voice cooler than usual, and she stepped away from her husband. &nbsp;“And what can this new Lady in Waiting offer me? Can she recite the bible to me? Or poetry? Does she embroider or maybe she sings, and will entertain me in my days absent from my husband? Is that it, Henry? She sings?” Katherine pointedly asked and glared at her husband with cold piercing eyes.<br><br>Henry met Katherine's gaze, and held it. &nbsp;“She sings, yes, and her voice is angelic to me.”&nbsp; <br><br>Katherine snorted. &nbsp;“Such compliments from my husband, a rarity, one in so much that I must hear her so I too can enjoy an angel, a voice of God.” Katherine stated and opened the door to search for a page. &nbsp;“Boy, send for the new Lady in Waiting, this Lady Charlotte.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Wish Granted (Airindel and elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>01-04-2008, 03:24:28</strong>
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				Pain. She suffered at the hands of the seamstress, how did they survive to bear children with the constriction of their gowns? Questions persisted to pester her as the woman pulled the ties of her corset tightly about her chest, her petite breasts raising just enough to portray womanly curves. She caught a glimpse of herself in a polished silver mirror, drawing in her breath as she was astounded at the beauty that stared back at her. She wore a gown of violet hues, matching her highlights, gold threads throughout. White slippers finished the ensemble; she twirled around once and laughed gleefully as the gown flowed about her.<br><br>It was then the page rushed in, bowing once. ”Pardon me my Lady, but your presence has been requested by the King and Queen immediately.” She thanked the seamstress for her troubles, the woman presenting a necklace, the pendant of which rested perfectly between her paled breasts, it was stunning and she smiled at the woman.<br><br>Whisked away she was presented to the King and Queen, the page already informing her that she is to sing for the royal couple. She had asked if there were a lute player present and had been assured that of course one was available, the boy looking at her as if she were insane. On the way she had thought to sing a hymn, but then she remembered that Henry and the Catholic Church were not the best of allies and so she decided upon another song. <br><br>Thankful of her eclectic taste in music, she had decided upon a song from one of her favourite artists, Loreena McKennitt. She knew it was based upon a poem by St. John of the Cross that had yet to be written, but it was the only song she could think of on short notice. Arriving she bowed deeply to the couple and waited for one of them to recognize her.&nbsp; Once one of them did, she whispered to the lute player, humming a few notes so that he understood what it was she requested.<br><br>”The song is called <em>The Dark Night of the Soul</em>, it is one of my own creation, Your Majesties,” she said meekly before she began. Turning toward the lute player, she nodded and he began. Her pitch was high, nerves had struck her and she stopped, waving to the man to begin again. This time her voice was ethereal, angelic and it bathed the royal couple in a tale of illicit passionate love. <br><br><em>Upon a darkened night<br>the flame of love was burning in my breast<br>And by a lantern bright<br>I fled my house while all in quiet rest<br><br>Shrouded by the night<br>And by the secret stair I quickly fled<br>The veil concealed my eyes<br>while all within lay quiet as the dead<br><br>Oh night thou was my guide<br>of night more loving than the rising sun<br>Oh night that joined the lover<br>to the beloved one<br>transforming each of them into the other<br><br>Upon that misty night<br>in secrecy, beyond such mortal sight<br>Without a guide or light<br>than that which burned so deeply in my heart<br>That fire t'was led me on<br>and shone more bright than of the midday sun<br>To where he waited still<br>it was a place where no one else could come<br><br>Oh night thou was my guide<br>of night more loving than the rising sun<br>Oh night that joined the lover<br>to the beloved one<br>transforming each of them into the other</em><br><br>She stopped and bowed to them, leaving the last two verses unheard unless they commanded she continue.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Wish Granted (Airindel and elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>03-04-2008, 04:44:38</strong>
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				Foul of mood did not begin to describe Henry. The meeting with Buckingham was sour, but coupled with the innuendo that he, Henry, the King of England, did not keep the marital vows to his wife, to his God, rankled him. Indiscretions, yes, he had for he was a male at the basest levels, and where court was concerned, where the games of politics and intrigue rested, it was not out of the ordinary to use women as they ought to be used: cherished and admired for their beauty, and used cunningly for their wiles, and if he were guilty of that, then it was he who would judge it, weigh it, and answer for it: not his peers, not his wife, and certainly not God. He was Henry VIII, King of England, Lord of Ireland, and too, he had rightful claims to the Kingdom of France.&nbsp; <br><br>It was an abomination that Catherine thought so little of him, and he seethed. No attempt did he make to hide his ire, and brooding, he leaned his hands on the table. Hard eyes, those that were once intoxicated with the love and adoration of Charlotte, glared at her. &nbsp;“Ah, yes, girl,” Henry spat out, and a devilish smile, one that could torment fiends, slithered across his once kissable lips. &nbsp;“My wife, your Queen, is in need of comfort, her heart, her health poorly, and it strains the unborn babe, my heir.” Henry pointedly looked at Catherine, and in not controlling his temper any further, his fist smashed onto the table; bowls and glasses and silverware jingled and danced. &nbsp;“Seeing how God can only soothe her, that and the Virgin Mary even though so often they claimed my children, I spoke of an angelic voice, yours, and I command you to sing for her, but damn you to the block if it is a hymn. I grow weary of hymns and prayers to comfort me in times when my heirs are suffering from life threatening causes.” Henry circled Charlotte then, and the sweet scent of her perfumed flesh calmed him, and boldly, he let his fingers graze across the skirts of her purple gown.<br><br>&nbsp;“Like the morning songbird you are, sing for me,” Henry whispered, an inaudible voice, lulled by the lust for Charlotte, lulled by the memories of their love making, and stood still by her side he did throughout the entirety of the song. It would steal into his heart, stir the deepest emotions within him, and cause him to struggle to breath.<br><br>Silence then, after the song, filled the air heavily, drearily.<br><br>Catherine sniffled the air as if it was perfumed with something of ill fragrance; her line of sight never left the girl save once to offer Henry a look, one that was stern, almost contemptuous, and certainly questioning his intent, but Catherine's dark eyes truly absorbed the form of the woman in front of her.&nbsp; Young and succulent she was, a morsel of exoticness, and a pang of jealousy, of envy, flourished through Catherine. They were sins she wished she did not suffer, and silently, Catherine prayed to the Virgin Mary for forgiveness, for strength to not only be a better wife, but for the protection of her unborn child, a hopeful son for her husband.<br><br><em>Blessed art thou among women,<br>and blessed is the fruit of thy womb,<br>Jesus.<br>Holy Mary, Mother of God,<br>pray for us sinners </em>.<br><br>Catherine realized her mistake. It was her folly in doubting Henry's love for her, but too, there was an acknowledgement that Henry knew of the error, knew of her questioning his loyalty, and beg him she would to forgive her. Never in front of the girl or anyone she would ask of that, not unless it was of dire circumstance or consequence for it was a private matter between husband and wife, or, King and Queen.<br><br>&nbsp;“A song that Henry enjoys, no doubt, for I indeed would have preferred a&nbsp; hymn and the simplest of songs for modest I am, and wanting in nothing because what God does not provide me with, my husband, my King, he will. A generous man he is, yes.” Catherine flatly said, and she dared to look at Henry, but he had none of it, and left the room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Wish Granted (Airindel and elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>07-04-2008, 00:34:18</strong>
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				He was so near, his heat wafted over her and she tried desperately not to show her lust in front of his wife, her Queen, it was near impossible, the colouring of her cheeks just before she sang, telling too much. She had closed her eyes after restarting the song, concentrating on her voice, the words, allowing them to soar around the room; she lost to those words and the music of the lute player. When she was done, again she felt his presence; again, her cheeks held a tinge of rouge as she opened her eyes and noted the Queen’s humble stance.<br><br>It was then she heard the prayer, so pious Catherine was, so much more so than any she had known in her own time, even those who visited Church thrice a week could not compare, Charlotte was in awe. <br><br>He left her along with his Queen and her ire.<br><br>Boldly she spoke before she was addressed, her voice was clear, unyielding as if she dared the Queen to challenge her, ”if you wish, my Queen, I could sing a hymn, any of your choosing.” Keeping her eyes focused on the Queen, she held her chin high and her hands by her side.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Wish Granted (Airindel and elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>11-04-2008, 16:17:34</strong>
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				Significant consideration did Catherine of Aragon give this girl, this one who had an angelic voice that her husband, her Henry, her beloved King cherished, and it did not go unnoticed that her cheeks once pale and milky white were tinged when Henry stood near her. The heat of him, his presence, his essence, it was palpable and all considered it a luxury if he ever drew close to one particular person be it a friend or a servant so, indeed, the girl's reaction was not unusual. All the same, in examination of the girl, Catherine's dark eyes, those the colour of the richest fertile soils of England, blankly and unblinkingly stared at her, emotionless, and every detail of Lady Charlotte was absorbed into her memory. Catherine believed she had an understanding of why Henry might like the girl's appearance, and a small smile curved her lips as she pondered, as she quietly finished her prayers; fingers glided over a rosary. <br><br>Never had Catherine thought twice that the girl liked Henry for it was apparent, and not one woman did Catherine ever meet who did not grow fond of the King; power, wealth, handsomeness, vanity, confidence, it all wore graciously with the young Majesty of England. The abrupt addressing of the Queen, the flustered and challenging voice, confirmed and declared the lust the girl had for the King of England, and Catherine haughtily raised her chin to look at the Lady Charlotte. <br><br>&nbsp;“Do you dare speak to me, Your Queen, in that tone? I would reconsider it, Lady Charlotte, if you enjoy court for although His Majesty appointed you as my Lady In Waiting, one of many, I can easily have you dismissed from not only my presence, or His Majesty's presence, but have you banned from court. I would think you would not wish to disappoint His Majesty for your failure to comply to my wishes is a failure to him since your position in our home, in our court, was granted by him. He does not like failure or incompetence, my dear.” Catherine stated, clearly, her accent remaining thick and she went to leave the room, but before she glided out the door in utmost regal elegance, the Queen paused to look at Charlotte. She smiled.<br><br>&nbsp;“The next time you present yourself before me, I expect your yellow hair to be all yellow. Dyes are vulgar, and taints the body that God has blessed you with.” With those words, Catherine left, silently pleased with herself but she wondered if the slip of a skinny girl would seek comfort in Henry. Her lips pursed together at the thought, and in not finding her mind pure, she went to pray in the chapel.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Wish Granted (Airindel and elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>11-05-2008, 21:29:03</strong>
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				Before the Queen stormed off, her Lady in Waiting knelt before her and begged for her forgiveness, quietly and so no other ear could hear she vowed to win the Queen’s respect even though she was well aware of her fate. The Queen, Catherine, Her Majesty would loose it all, including this castle and her beloved King and husband; it was a tragic tale of woe.&nbsp; She remained upon her knees until the Queen was no longer within earshot, rising only whence she was alone.<br><br>With an air of authority she rose and sought the first servant she could find, ”You, what is your name?” <br><br>The stunned servant girl, not more than fourteen years of age and in awe of being spoken to by one that for certain bedded the King and to be asked her name, answered with a quivering voice,. ”My name is Mary, My Lady?”&nbsp; She kept her head down, to hide her rosy cheeks.<br><br>”Mary, please help me remove the purple dye from my locks?” &nbsp;she asked politely, though they both knew the poor girl would be unable to refuse the request. ”Of course, My Lady. Please follow me.” And they walked through the corridors, passing both of the royal chambers and to the baths that were used by the Queen’s Ladies.<br><br>On the way, Lady Charlotte memorized the corridors, smiling as she thought about all those times her mother had complained about the hundreds of hours she had wasted playing those games. <em>See mom, without those games I could’ve never been able to keep track of these twists and turns.</em> They arrived and to state that the baths were lavish would have been an understatement, modernity was obviously absent. <br><br>Her reverie was broken when Mary touched her arm, ”If the Lady would take a seat by the sink.” She did what she was asked; leaning forward as Mary diligently worked the purple dye from her hair, it seemed as if hours passed and the stench of whatever she used was incredible, her nose wrinkling constantly. She had thought to ask, but decided against it when she saw the colour of it and felt its texture, better not to know. <br><br>Finally she was done. One look in a polished silver and she was stunned, it had been a long time since she had seen her natural hair. ”Thank you, Mary.” She rose and headed towards the Queen’s chambers, her shoulder length golden locks brushed behind her. <br><br>She knocked once and waited until she was permitted to enter.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Wish Granted (Airindel and elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>27-05-2008, 20:02:51</strong>
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				The voice was calm, feminine, and crystalline in beauty; the echo of the voice, Queen Catherine's, filled the room like a saintly whisper, stretched to the darkest corners and illuminated them, enveloped the blackness of early twilight with warmth and light, enlightenment to Christian doctrines, as prayers were said, low and divine, those that worshiped the Virgin Mary. Fingers, heavily jeweled with&nbsp; gold rings, elegantly designed, dimpled with large gems that glistened in the luster of the candlelight, stroked and played over the pearl beads of the rosary, and one was held securely between the thumb and forefinger of the Queen.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;“Ave Maria, gratia plena, Dominus tecum. Benedicta tu in mulieribus, et benedictus fructus ventris tui, Iesus. Sancta Maria, Mater Dei, ora pro nobis peccatoribus, nunc, et in hora mortis nostrae. Amen.” The finger and thumb shifted to the next bead, and pale lips were moistened by a pink tongue. &nbsp;"Ave Maria, gratia plena, Dominus tecum. Benedicta tu in mulieribus, et benedictus fructus ventris tui, Iesus. Sancta Maria, Mater Dei,--” Words ended, paused, as a knock was heard, and Queen Catherine kissed her crucifixion, blessed herself, and rose to her feet prepared to meet Henry. Earlier, she had sent one of her ladies in waiting to beg him, His Majesty, to converse with her, his wife and Queen, to help ease her mind in a confession, one of error from earlier, and Catherine's heart beat rapidly, yet a calm demeanor bathed over her. She gestured for her lady to open the door, to bid the King of England permission to enter her sacred lair, and yet before her stood the Lady Charlotte, and the Queen's mouth parted to speak, yet nothing was heard. <br><br>Queen Catherine's heart rippled and broke with despair, with a sense of isolation and remorse, and all the while a comely and faint smile appeared on her lips and it softened her features. &nbsp;“Lady Charlotte,” Catherine addressed her, and sat on a cushioned stool before her vanity. &nbsp;“Enter, you may now that you are void of your personal vulgarities. The sin of vanity no one wears well, and I hope you appreciate the forgiveness that God grants you, all of us, His children. Your plain yellow hair, it is brittle like straw, but that be your doing, and in time, it will be like silk once again.” Dark eyes turned to absorb the image of the elegant girl before her, and she gestured for Lady Charlotte to be by her side.<br><br>&nbsp;“I am expecting my husband to come to me this afternoon, and maybe if he is not pressed for time, he will fulfil the duty of a proper husband, and I wish to be appealing to him without the aid of costume, the facial luxuries of cosmetics. Please, tend to me.” Catherine bade her, and with a simple gesture of her hand, the other ladies exited the room so that Catherine was alone with Charlotte. <br><br>In silence then, Queen Catherine kissed the crucifix on the rosary, and continued on the third decade of lustrous pearl beads chained together with gold links. &nbsp;“Ave Maria,” Catherine began, and she closed her eyes to become lost in prayer, lost in the holy words.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Wish Granted (Airindel and elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elandra</strong> on <strong>04-06-2008, 06:04:45</strong>
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				The disdain she felt as it washed over her whence the door was opened and it was discovered that she was not His Majesty, he was not the Queen’s husband and lover, and instead she was her newest Lady-in-Waiting and rival for the King’s affections. Bowing her head not against this disdain but because of the respect she must give this woman in order to garner her trust and survive completely out of her element. Unsure of her words, she settled for silence, standing so very still and uncomfortably within her gown as her Ladies filed from the room.<br><br>Awestruck was the geek by the servitude to God and the King and the humility that the Queen carried herself with, nothing and no one could have imagined her prowess within this castle. Once they had left, she approached, carefully moving so not to rip her gown or catching it upon anything that may tear it until she stood just behind Catherine. The silver-backed brush was adorned with pearls and ivory in a simple pattern, she scooped it up, tested its weight in her hand before sliding her fingers within those luscious locks. Slowly she pulled the twines through the hair, working through the knots rather than tearing them free, staring at the women before her through the mirror.<br><br>Not one to speak normally, she was shyer still being completely removed from her century and not wishing to be discovered as a fraud. One vow she did make was to be completely honest with as much as she could with the Queen, not wanting to make her the enemy. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Wish Granted (Airindel and elandra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>11-06-2008, 01:38:32</strong>
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				Sweat, the tiniest droplets, glistened in the sunlight and beaded across young Henry's forehead, and streaked down his handsome face, one well shorn and chiselled to perfection; a face that was alluring and regal, and a face that held masterful features that were blessed by God or some other divinity that one dared not to speak or mention. Shadows, those that Henry was aware of and if not, Wosley had acquired knowledge of them, loomed within the palace, spread tendrils forth to prickle the aristocrats with sin: envy, greed, hate, lust, they pooled poisonous thoughts and emotional tides deeply within the seemingly loyal friends and acquaintances of Henry VIII. A charming smile, one that was winsome, flirtatious to a degree, adorned Henry's lips in the face of his adversary, his components in a game of tennis, and like any other foe, Henry strove to defeat them, and claim victory, and a victory he would share with Charles Brandon.&nbsp; <br><br>The men had gathered in the centre at the net, exchanged handshakes and jovial comments, and as Charles Brandon accompanied Henry off court, Charles drew near in so much that only a close conspiratorial conversation could occur between the two friends. A goblet of water, pure and cool, Henry raised to his lips and before Henry could quench his thirst, his eyes took in the sight of a girl who had just blossomed into womanhood, and a girl which Charles was admiring. No words were exchanged between them as Henry finally felt the refreshing liquid upon his tongue, slide over his teeth and pool within his mouth before he swallowed.<br><br>&nbsp;“Are you not going to tell me, Henry? Tell a friend who that girl is for she is deliciously young and ripe, a perfect fruit to delight in after an evening meal,” Charles whispered and refilled Henry's goblet as he too helped himself to the water. &nbsp;“A decadent morsel to savour, I would think.”<br><br>Henry laughed, a clear noise that denoted joviality yet there was a mischievousness glint in the man's eyes as he cast one last look at the morsel in which Charles wished to feast upon; flesh so young and tender, untouched, and Henry could not blame his friend. &nbsp;“That beauty, my dear friend, is Buckingham's daughter.” Henry informed him in a low whisper, and as Charles comprehended the perplexity of a relationship with the daughter, Henry clapped him on the shoulder. &nbsp;“Tempting she is, I know, however now is not the time to taste the said fruit, Charles, but I do promise you later in years that you may.” Henry promised him and encouraged his friend to walk with him.<br><br>Away from the courts they tread, and instead of taking a path, Henry chose a random direction where a grove of old oaks grew. Their branches were massive, and he recalled days of youth climbing the limbs of those trees, and they were days of youth when he never had to pay heed to caution. Arthur was the one with responsibilities, and as the fondness of memories of his brother flourished in Henry's mind, he turned to Charles. &nbsp;“Between us, Charles, this must remain. Do you promise me? Vow death if it is broken?” Henry asked, glancing to the roguish man who nodded.<br><br>&nbsp;“Must all vows broken end in death? You must become more adventuresome, Harry.” Charles jested and stopped walking when Henry did. &nbsp;“But that vow I do make easily, Harry.” Something, Charles noted, had suddenly changed in Henry's facial expression, and it had not been the jest for a faint laugh escaped him, but a true need of something; a need from a man who had everything, and that in itself was peculiar.<br><br>Henry stepped close to Charles and was so near that it easily could have been mistaken for intimacy if idle sight and addle minded nobles saw them together. &nbsp;“Catherine, as dearly as I love her, is the mother of my children, and in her condition I do not risk being intimate with her.” Harry began, his voice serious and husky, and his gaze met that of Charles'. &nbsp;“And from the heavens, Charles, an angel came to me last night, has warmed my bed and my heart, and never do I wish for her to leave my side, but,” Henry shrugged his shoulders in bewilderment, in a loss of words to describe his Charlotte, and a smile graced Charles' lips. Harry's indiscretions had only been rumours, but now... “Lady Charlotte, you must court her, claim her as your own in public only for I do not need Wosley or my wife suspicious of her being my lover for many reasons. You will make arrangements between us, send messages and so forth. Do you understand?” Henry asked and ran his hand over his short hair.<br><br>&nbsp;“Yes, Harry. I understand.” Charles said, and although he could have wondered if the Lady Charlotte was attractive, if she would offer tokens of affection publicly, those thoughts never pierced his mind. Instead, he paused to wonder what sort of enchantress could spellbind the King of England.
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