Tribes of the Dessert (closed 1 on 1)
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				Title: <strong>Tribes of the Dessert (closed 1 on 1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>21-12-2005, 20:46:06</strong>
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				Tempered stones, soft clicks as they come together.<br><br>Bright blue eyes staring at the smooth stones in her hands, trying to gain a sound accomplished, yet now a rhythm in her mind. Smiling as she looked out into the abyss.<br><br>Why did time seem to stop? Why had time gone. Her mind traveling here and there.<br><br>Before her a beautiful triangular building a test to the time she questioned. A place where the great Pharohs of the land where put to rest and travel to the otherside.&nbsp; The lands of the dessert people where nomadic and they traveled.<br><br>Yet, she was special. Her time in the nomadic tribes was soon to come to an end. A maiden in her fathers tribe, one who would marry a noble from Egypt. One who is said a priest, a man who could summon the animals to him as well as the Gods if he must.&nbsp; A union that would help seal the safety of the tribes. She was a princess by right, her father commanded men, now her duty would take her to him. She didn't mind, a free spirit as it were, she loved life and knew with time she would love her fathers choice.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>timethian</strong> on <strong>21-12-2005, 20:53:47</strong>
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				Within his chambers, all was silent, the priest a serene picture of contemplation and meditation. Dressed in all the finery and trappings that were required of a man in his station, he made an impressive figure sitting upon a 'throne' of gold and silver. Around him, servants moved without speaking, never daring to disturb their master during his contemplations... especially on this day, when the one who had been promised to him was finally to be his.<br><br>She was near... he knew that... her father's own people bearing her to him -- perhaps even come himself to present the gift personally. A sliver of doubt hung in his mind... would she be comely? Would she be a specimen he could want, perhaps even desire? Or, perhaps, would she be so hideous a creature that the pairing would be a trial in itself?<br><br>He didn't know... but he would do as the gods commanded... and this union was their will...
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				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>21-12-2005, 21:47:42</strong>
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				Quitely she clanked the stones, and the rhythm was a familiar one. Lightly it seemed the air about her and the men carring her piece smiled and began to sing. She was her father's most prized possesion the only daughter amonst his sons. She was the song of the tribe. This wedding would be held in honor of Bast. She thought it unique to give the gift of love to the Goddess of Protection and pleasure. <br><br>She wore rich colors this days. She looked at herself in the looking glass. Her face covered by the coinlinked gold, her hands and feet covered in henna their beautiful delicate designs dedicated to the peacock and the Goddess of fertility. Her appearance hidden except her brilliant blue eyes. Beneath laid a wonder. Her body covered in the richest silks and all gold laced. A present to be opened her father had said. <br><br>She found it so silly and only prayed the man she had been promised to was at least if nothing else well matched in looks. To have be able to couple to a toad would be horrendous but it was her duty. She prayed nothing went wrong father was so proud.<br><br>Soon her carriage halted. The men still singing the song she began to clink out opened the door, and a woman came to hold her hand. Since the morning no man could touch her, not even her father it was their way. She gently got out, Her bare feet only encased in jewels, from middle toe to ankle briefly till she completely came out. The long silk burgundy of the dress, a fire, in the design of the dress gold filigree all about depicting Bast in her splendor. She was an offering to this priest, this noble and slowly she walked with a multitude of guard and woman to assure she is not touched. Keeping her head low she walked into the inner sanctum of the temple kneeling to the goddess statue behind him. But still not seeing him as she did not look up.
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				Post by: <strong>timethian</strong> on <strong>21-12-2005, 22:01:36</strong>
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				As the woman comes into his line of sight, the man's breath catches in his throat, the indrawn gasp of breath inaudible even in the relative silence of the chamber. This is the moment -- the 'ceremony', as little exists, is simple. He either stands, and publicly accepts her, or he remains sitting, and renounces her.<br><br>He cannot see her form... cannot see her face to make a judgment as to her beauty, but even from here he can see strength about her, a subtle shift of form that shows a strong, desirable woman. A soft smile crosses his lips, and he stands... causing those few who stand to lose something if he rejects the match to gasp aloud, breaking the silence. He then moves toward the woman, circling around her, and in a move that belied his appreciation of her station, actually moves to kneel beside her, moving his eyes from what little he could see of her form to the goddess he represented.<br><br>Still, he remained silent, listening to her for a moment... letting the anticipation and suspense grow, before he finally makes a statement, "I will take you, offered one, into my house." A few cries of pleasure, quickly crushed. "Do you offer yourself freely?"
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				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>22-12-2005, 02:29:43</strong>
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				She had remained kneeling, when he came and as he kneeled next to her she looked at him through half slit eyes. She was afraid and trembled everything lead to this moment, her fathers pride, her tribes safety. In a an accent to his language slow and steady... "I give myself... freely... to you..." She didn't clearly watch anything she was nervous. Her hands trembling in her lap. She had suddenly become quite nervous. She had never understood what she did until now. It was for her father, it was for her tribe. Her loyalty would come now to him. 
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				Post by: <strong>timethian</strong> on <strong>22-12-2005, 08:36:42</strong>
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				His smile is slow and languid, stretching easily as he looks at the trembling woman. He first speaks in his own language, loud, so that all assembled can hear. "The lady accepts!" A great cheer goes out, the silence of the chamber disrupted by the sudden rejoicing, and music begins to play, performed by unseen hands. "Then in front of the gods, in front of the assembled brethren, we are wed!" A joy, such simple ceremony... Bast taught that pomp simply marred the purpose of such a union... and each of his wives had been brought to him in such a way. In fact, three of them were here now, and would help the woman in her preparation for this night.<br><br>He then scoots over next to her, touching the woman on her shoulder, speaking in her language with no accent, "As you know, I am Azibo Asim. I know you are afraid, my wife." His voice is kind, and low, where none can hear, "Rise with me, embrace me, and seal this union with a kiss. The women will then take you, and prepare you for what is to come. When the masses are gone, you can then show your emotions... but I need you to be strong for me... and for your father's sake, until they are gone."
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				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>22-12-2005, 15:51:13</strong>
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				She still did not look directly at him, and she almost jumped when she heard him speak in his tongue and the crowd cheered. She scolded herself for the lack of control. Then she heard him use her language as if though he had been born to it and she could not help but look at him. If for that alone he had won her. If a man had taken time wether by choice or not to learn the language of the tribes then he was more than worthy to have her. She stood carefully with him and embraced him. <br><br>After, the moment she took a step back and gently she took the bottom part of the edge of the thick veil and slowly began to lift. He could see red locks of soft curls as it went up. She was a rare creature for sure. As the veil and large head piece came off and she shook her hair a tad. She looked at him. Striking beautiful blue eyes, with almost feline features looked at him. She was stunningly exotic and beautiful, and everything in the room stopped. <br><br>Everything went still. None of them had ever seen one such as her and now everyone knew that this union was more than special. She took two gentle steps forward, and looked at him through her long lashes. Tilting her head down a bit. The kiss would be his to compliment her and she felt as if the whole world was stairing at her. So many tribes had fought for her hand. Now he would know why. 
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				Post by: <strong>timethian</strong> on <strong>22-12-2005, 21:15:36</strong>
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				The look in his eyes when he looks at her is open in its shock, fading into open pleasure and appreciation. He's openly floored by her beauty, but knows that allowing it to display will both appease the tribes, and flatter them.<br><br>His hand reaches out then once more, this time moving to gently caress one cheek, marveling at the texture of her skin. Oh... he will most certainly treasure this one. Already he can see the annoyance in the eyes of his other wives... in one movement he had declared a new 'favorite'.<br><br>Before, the kiss would have simply been perfunctory, a final part to the puzzle that made up the ceremony... but now, now he knew what a vision she was. This was once he certainly could desire. So, when she steps up to him, he leans his head down to take his claim of her with a kiss... allowing a ghost of his sudden hunger to infiltrate it.
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				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>22-12-2005, 21:37:10</strong>
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				She looked at him as he touched her cheek, bright blue eyes almost at a beautiful shimmer like a saphire newly polished. She shivered again. She felt an urgancy but didn't know why. As her silks moved towards him and he met her lips. Her lips were soft and tender, naturally red. She wore no color or rouge. She had been given to him with nothing but the marks of henna over her hands and feet and in soft silks. She closed her eyes as their lips met. She had seen and never known. The only men ever allowed around her her brothers and father. None would let any touch her. Now she was his.
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				Post by: <strong>timethian</strong> on <strong>22-12-2005, 22:03:47</strong>
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				His lips curled into a smile as he felt the innocence behind her kiss... the lack of knowledge displaying her innocence, her purity. Oh... but this was a well-received gift. Where her lips are velvet and lace, his are far more rough, yet somehow he is able to express gentleness with it.<br><br>His one hand remains on her face, the calluses of a life well-lived, running over the exposed skin, drinking her in with nothing more than the single sense. He doesn't press into the kiss yet, letting it remain this simple union, letting her warm into it. His free hand, however, moves down to her waist, pulling her the remaining distance between them, eradicating it with a single move, until their bodies press together, so that he can get something of a measure of his form. This draws another cry of happiness from the crowd.
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				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>22-12-2005, 22:15:16</strong>
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				She felt his lips it was such a new sensations. The slight sound of a uhm.. coming from somewhere in the depths of her. As he streched to take her closer he could feel her waist was well defined. As she pressed against him, her bossom full perked to stop him. She was a woman beneath the silks and innocense. A woman he could only have imagined. The union was predicated by bast or so they said. The tribesmen were warriors protectors of the kingdoms loyal the The Goddess Bast. In her service came rewards and in this she was given to him. 
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				Post by: <strong>timethian</strong> on <strong>22-12-2005, 22:24:16</strong>
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				He holds to the kiss a moment longer, allowing his body to take in the shape of her womanly form... and in that instant a wave of desire flowed through him, enough that, even as she stood there, she could feel a hardening at his core in response to her.<br><br>Eventually, however, he pulled away. By all appearances, there was significant reluctance in him... so sweet was she that he wanted to taste her even here, even now, in front of the multitude. It would not be unheard of -- in fact, tradition would dictate that, if he did, the others rejoice in his virility... but no. He wanted the first taste of this morsel to himself, and himself alone.<br><br>Still speaking in her tongue, he whispers softly to her, "Go now with the women, and prepare yourself for me. I... have final business to attend to with your tribe, and then I will join you in my chambers." A hand reaches out again to touch her face, "By Bast, you are a rare gem."<br><br>And with that, he turns away from her, moving toward her father, to discuss the issue of dowries and the like. His wives, looking understandably jealous at being overshadowed by such a beautiful woman, still retain their respect... although they speak in the native tongue, "Come with us..."
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				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>22-12-2005, 22:45:13</strong>
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				She felt the subtle change in him and her eyes slowly opened. She did not understand what had occured but the look he gave knew it was good. She looked down and listened to him, bowing her head as he spoke. He was a great man and had chosen to take her it was their way the laws and the will of Bast. She felt and heard his praise. Causing her to blush. She was not use to such, though her mother had said it so long ago it wasn't something she clung to. <br><br>She heard the other woman and nodded in respect, hearing them she quitely followed as deemed. The room was beautiful and ornate. Cats lazed about at every corner a few on the bed. She smiled as a little black one with a blue collar came up to her for a pet. She put her hand out, and did so. The&nbsp; ladies again were not to happy. That was his favorite and most picky of the bunch. One of the older wives who did not harbor as much as the younger came to her. 'That is Little Bastet, it is interesting you have gained her favor above the others.' <br><br>She looked at the wife and tilted her head in thought. She knew it would not be explained. 'Time to undress you pretty one and lay in your wedding bed.' Knowing tribal women when wed wore jewlery she would not be afforded any clothes. Gently each layer came off. She looked at her and noticed that this woman would more than keep his attention. She was shapely and new. A chain around her waist, the jewels evident in the 'slave bracelets and anklets, and the golden bangels with heads of bast at her arms. Her red hair crowned the glory of the view. <br><br>She gently lead the young girl to the bed skooting off lazy cats, and finally covering the young lady. Stepping outside she let the shimmering veils close around the bed. She looked at the other wives that did not lend a hand after she undressed. "Envy will cause nothing but strife. Do you think he will look at you again, if you disperse the one in his eye. NO.." She was the first and in that she knew better than to ever upset him. It was his right to have as many wives as he could care for. He had mentioned this could very well be it.
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				Post by: <strong>timethian</strong> on <strong>22-12-2005, 23:07:20</strong>
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				It took nearly an hour for him to finish deliberating with the men of her tribe... they had seen his obvious lust for her, and had thought, in a moment of weakness, had tried to ask for more. He had stayed his anger... it was a day of rejoicing, after all, but the argument had been strained, and had left him in quite a state. So, he took his time returning to his chambers... not wishing to mar the beauty of his upcoming union with undeserved rage.<br><br>He saw the women outside his chambers, still talking, and a twist of a smile touched his lips. As always, the younger wives were jealous, the eldest, his first, was trying to play peacemaker. He walks up behind them, placing a hand on the shoulders of two of the women, and places a gentle kiss on the temple of each, knowing the warning his first had offered the others only moments before. Each woman is given the same kiss, until he comes around again to his first.<br><br>Knowing her loyalty, the kiss he offers her is far more full, far more passionate, actually taking her up against him, and crashing his lips against hers, a hand offering her a momentary, far more intimate contact. Let the others learn from this open display -- and want in vain for more.<br><br>Once convinced that his point had been made, he dismissed the lot of them, slowly opening the door to his chambers. He smiled at the prepared bed, and imagined for a moment what he would find behind that closed veil. Slowly, he disrobes, taking the time to let her hear him moving about, yet denying her as much as he was denied. A perverse part of him wanted to see if there was any impetuousness within her -- if she would become so curious that she would break with form, and peer through the veil.<br><br>Either way, they would be together soon enough, and he could wait.<br><br>Undressed, he was still an impressive specimen of manhood -- lithely muscled, yet well-built, tall, yet not towering. The anticipation of this moment had led to him growing more and more visibly excited, his length standing at full attention.
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				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>23-12-2005, 14:53:57</strong>
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				Her heart and mind had wandered after the eldest assured her peace and bid a prayer of fertility on this union. They had spoken a little and was given no direction. The eldest had looked at her in wonderment. She smiled and hoped this rarity would finally satisfy the lust of a man who was truly his goddess priest. She of pleasure so was he. <br><br>The eldest saw him coming, the others were being children. She smiled as he sent them on and finally gave her that kiss that was theres, quitely she looked at him and before he entered."She knows nothing, My Lord. Nothing... She is a rare gem..." With that she left him and smiled. She prayed the girl would give him the child she could no longer. Having lost several children while in the womb, and then finally it was decided by the priestom that her life line may not take another loss. Her time with him had been more of the nuturing wife than that of the intimate. She walked away.<br><br>In the meanwhile Hanna, quitely contimplated things and in the covers she began to drift. She was a little tired from the days ride but she was happy. He was not a monster, he was almost dreamy. His power had not converted him as those in the tribes had warned. She quitely sang a song, as she drifted which muted his enterance. Even so her curiosity would not overcome her. She believed strickly on what she was told and she would wait for him. As she laid there her hands made soft circles on a dance that was meant only for his eyes when the time came. She sang the song, practicing only with her hands. The slave bracelets dingling as there little bells tinked with movement.
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				Post by: <strong>timethian</strong> on <strong>27-12-2005, 00:29:30</strong>
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				A subtle frown, disappointment perhaps, crosses his face when she does not break form. A princess she might be... and used to the requirements of rank, privilege, and honor... he preferred some spark in his women, a touch of the irreverent. A slight smile crosses his face. She'll learn. He'll make certain of that.<br><br>A rare gem, she had said. She knew /nothing/. This presented something of a problem. He listened to the jingling of her bells... and shook his head with a smile. What /was/ she doing?<br><br>Finally, ready... his body doused with rosewater, every inch of it cleaned. Only then did he approach the veil, the outline of his body showing through it. He hesitates only a moment longer... before pulling the veil open to look at her, finally... the two of them without any disguises between them now.
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				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>27-12-2005, 00:45:08</strong>
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				Her hands making patterns in the air, beautiful only stopped when she noticed his form enter. She looked at him, Blue eyes glinting a smile. She looked him up and oh my, she looked away as her cheeks went red. She had never seen a man without clothing. Her life kept her in song and dance and she truly had no idea what it was all about. Suddenly her fathers expression of a man at attention came to the fore and the blush deepend. "M'Lord" Her voice was melodic, as she gently put her hands down. The dress no longer impending the bells about her. The sheer cover leaving nothing to the imagination and showing a beauty beneath it's layer. Childbearing hips, a full chest and a rather flat stomach with a beautiful waist line. Her jewelery and art on her hands a crowning glory to the red head, who's curls billowed behind her.
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				Post by: <strong>timethian</strong> on <strong>27-12-2005, 00:55:52</strong>
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				Azibo smiles, watching her reaction, and a soft, tinkling laugh escaping his lips. "Look at me, Hanna. Do not be ashamed or afraid of the unknown." He then places a single knee up on the bed, bringing himself closer to her.<br><br>He then smiles, placing a soft touch on her ankle through her cover, letting her acclimate herself to that first touch.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>27-12-2005, 01:16:10</strong>
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				She felt the bed move and she couldn't help but look at him again. She sat up in bed a little the sheets revealing her breasts to him." I am ..." All the bells that could dinged in her movement. She didn't finish her sentence as she did not want him to be disapointed in her. She smiled and shivered a little at the touch to her ankle. She then searched his eyes, tilting her head. "Mi'lord, what do you wish of me? You have many wives... how can I make a piece in your heart?" She was young, but to a little exent knew she wanted to make the most of this and his. Her life had&nbsp; been honed for this and possibly for him. Everyone had their own ideas, this was hers, and he was the priest to the Goddess she most worshipped in so much as she would worship at his feet so he asked. The sparkle in her blue eyes came with the thought that passed her mind.
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				Post by: <strong>timethian</strong> on <strong>27-12-2005, 02:47:27</strong>
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				"Please, dear thing... in my chambers, I am but Azibo -- not m'lord, not any title... just a man." Azibo places his other knee on the bed, now straddling her legs, his hand sliding up her leg, until it sits just above the knee.<br><br>His eyes flit over her form, his gaze taking in her darkened nipples, already wishing to take them into his mouth, suckle them -- the desire openly evident in his gaze. "You are such a gem, dear thing..." His other hand hesitates, until he finally does reach out, calloused fingers circling the lower portion of the breast, the thumb just /barely/ touching the nipple.<br><br>"A priest of Bast has many hungers, dear thing... but one of the most pressing is the need to continue the line. There must be a child from my lineage who will take over my position when I die, or my line will be closed off forever, and Bast will choose another servant." He sighs, casting his eyes downward. "You are my last hope -- if you cannot carry a child to term for me, then my line is done. You are the final wife I am allowed to take."<br><br>He then turns his eyes back up, however, and his smile is deep, and honest, "However, if you worry about my desires for you... do not. As I said, I am a man of many hungers... often insatiable."
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				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>27-12-2005, 03:13:13</strong>
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				She looked at him, bright blue eyes now in intrigue. "Azibo..." the word was sweet in her lips. Her melodic way of annouciating his name. She smiled as he did call her by hers. Feeling the touch up her leg she giggled slightly. Listening to him. "I wish to give you a child Azibo." In thought," I am at the right time, my mother says.." She watched him. "Everything was timed, so mother said." She felt the barest brush of his hand on her very sensitive breast. She was wed to him today on purpose. Her mother had kept careful track of her cycle. She was the tribes medicine woman and knew much where others didn't. <br><br>She smiled coyly at the touch, and extended her right hand to his arm. Her touch was extremely soft a feather almost. All the little bells of the bracelet betraying her next shiver. She was openly exploring him. She locked her gazed on his eyes. She further sat up, pressing her body into his hands. Absentmindly licking her lower lip. 
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				Post by: <strong>timethian</strong> on <strong>27-12-2005, 04:01:17</strong>
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				His sigh was soft, her statements like honey to his lips. As she pressed into his hand, he brought another finger to that nipple, gently twisting it between the two, "Oh, Hanna... my Hanna... you are such a delicate flower..."<br><br>And then she touches him, the run of her fingers like electricity on his skin, causing him to close his eyes as a soft moan escapes him. "Yes... yes, Hanna. Touch... explore. Do not be afraid to know your husband. We have plenty of time tonight..."
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				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>27-12-2005, 04:09:04</strong>
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				Letting out a moaned giggle at the taking of her nipple. It responded quickly as dod the other in thought. Her sensitivity showing the readiness of her body for him. She continued her soft trail up his arm and then carefully with her left hand supported her sitting up. "Azibo, all the time?, do you not go to your other wives?" Even in her new exploration she wanted everyone to be happy. Her days in the tribe she only seeked her fathers happiness. Here she seeked her husbands. She wanted him and his wives to be pleased with her. Gently, her hand now trailed down his chest slowly making a zig zag. 
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				Post by: <strong>timethian</strong> on <strong>27-12-2005, 04:29:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The man chuckles a bit, still rolling the nipple in his one hand, the other making a long trek from just above her knee, up her thigh, lightly brushing her covered sex, until it joins its brother in assaulting her other breast.<br><br>The muscles of his stomach quiver at the touch, twitching and jumping as if set aflame... even as he shifted forward again, allowing the tip of his shaft to rest against her exposed belly.<br><br>"My love... there will be days when we are not together... although until you catch, my other wives know that you will receive the bulk of my attentions." He leans forward further, timing a series of kisses along her neckline to coincide with the manipulation of her nipples. "My wives know they are loved... and I make certain to remind them as much as possible, even the eldest. Their earlier jealousy is quite normal -- because they are used to an even spread of my attentions. It will pass."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tribes of the Dessert (closed 1 on 1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>28-12-2005, 00:56:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She closed her eyes at his tender but tentative minstrations. Unable to express her next words as feeling became the dominant role in her at the moment. She traced her hand again up and down and where ever she could about him. Gently even caressing his shaft though those touches were in experianced. She simply wanted to know him, here him and feel him. "I.... hope... I.... am what... you wish..." She gently continued tilting her head giving him access as best she could. All her little bells dingling with her movement. She was prepared to do and explore as requested, only feeling was begining to get the best of her mind. Shivering occasionally under his touch.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tribes of the Dessert (closed 1 on 1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>timethian</strong> on <strong>28-12-2005, 10:03:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His hands slowly leave her breast, that indrawn hiss of air as she finally touches him, evidencing his pleasure at her forward act. The right hand goes to join hers, encouraging her through touch alone to wrap her hand entirely around his shaft.<br><br>As he does this, his left hand goes to her back, supporting it as he leans her slightly backward, his kisses going ever downward, until they land just above the areola of her left breast. His breath is hot on her naked skin, as he speaks, "You are a treasure of the highest sort, my love. A beauty worthy of Bast's blessing herself." Is tongue then flicks out, teasingly circling the outer edge of the areola... never touching the sensitive nipple...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tribes of the Dessert (closed 1 on 1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>28-12-2005, 16:27:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Smiling for him, eyes closed for the moment she felt his hands guide hers and she did. Taking his length and softly gently moving her hands about it. From base to tip, her thumb gently circling. Though as he now supported her and moved her back to his down she was loosing her concentration.<br><br>This felt right and good. "What ever you wish my husband" Her voice was listless and full of lust. It was new to her, she had never felt this way before. Shivering at all his attentions. All her little bells dinging with the anticipation of her mind and body.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tribes of the Dessert (closed 1 on 1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>timethian</strong> on <strong>29-12-2005, 03:00:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Only once he is certain the nipple is fully aroused, until anticipation has pushed it to a point where any touch would set it aflame, does Azibo take her nipple into his mouth, suckling on it. At first, only the softest suction, although as she responds, he'll test the barrier, to find that place where pain overcomes pleasure, and keep a safe distance from it.<br><br>A sharp intake of breath, indicated by a sudden increase of pressure on her nipple, betrays him as her velvety touch encircles his shaft, and even her basic touches seem those of an expert. As her thumb circles the tip, a soft gush escapes him, his own lubrication a salty, warm liquid that is but a minor precursor of the flood that will at some point come.<br><br>His hips move instinctively, pressing slightly upward into her hands, slowly mimicking a far more intimate act.<br><br>He, however, has other plans for the moment. Using pressure and silent suggestion, he encourages her to return to her back again, not letting off of his suckling until she's lying flat again against the bed, his hips still bucking into her explorative hands.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tribes of the Dessert (closed 1 on 1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>29-12-2005, 15:14:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She felt the attention to her bud and she produced a soft audible moan. She had never been touched or felt like this. She continued and suddenly felt the warmth of his shaft coating from the movement she made, his gentle motion helping her. <br><br>She felt him gently urging her back to her back and slowly she let go of his member and did so, as he leaned forward herhand that had also supported her went up his shoulder cupping her beneath him. Giving a little wedge her knee went up beneath the soft sheer sheets caressing a tad as she went. <br><br>She did not open her eyes for the moment, just feeling the attentions he was giving. It was amazing and so new.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tribes of the Dessert (closed 1 on 1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>timethian</strong> on <strong>30-12-2005, 07:39:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Still smiling around her nipple, Azibo finally pulls away from her just a bit, disengaging his mouth from her flesh with a soft, almost comical popping sound. His shaft pulls out of her hand, sliding, although it leaves a generous residue of his own fluids.<br><br>He looks at her for a moment, at her hand, and smiles. "Taste me, my love. Fear not the knowledge of every sensation." As he says this, he moves to pull the covers off of her completely, so that he can finally see the rest of her maiden form, and worship it in his own way.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tribes of the Dessert (closed 1 on 1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>30-12-2005, 14:56:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As she laid beneath him, he could see only the simply jewlery and the henna on her hands and feet and a thin chain around her belly. She had not a blemish he could outright find, except a birthmark. She slowly opened her eyes as the true coolness of the bedroom hit her warmed flesh. Her buds staying taught as a cause and a little shiver as she saw him. She heard him say taste and she smiled. <br><br>Gently, she took her hand to her face, the bracelet tinkling as she did. She stuck the tip of her tongue out as she saw her palm and licked it to the tip of her middle finger, sucking on it softly as though it was the grapes she had been given earlier in the day. Mother had wanted her to be delicate and wanted to be assured that taste wether it be food or anything else was womanly and attractive. It suddenly came to her why mother was being so over wraught with showqing her things without explanation.<br><br>The taste was interesting and new only a little salty and sweet. She gently put her hand back and looked at him wondering what he was thinking. Now she laid almost completely bare except for her jewlery.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tribes of the Dessert (closed 1 on 1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>timethian</strong> on <strong>31-12-2005, 09:59:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Azibo laughed as he watched her sample his taste... not unpleasantly, but merely enjoying her delicate method. "You make me laugh, my love. A true wonder..." His eyes course ever her frame as much as they can, focusing for a moment on her center, before he resituates himself over her.<br><br>Slowly, he lies down atop her, putting the majority of his weight on his knees and elbows, only allowing enough weight on her for her to feel his presence. His warm shaft, now hot and pulsating slightly with his lust, rests purposely with its base against her folds. Here he allows the greatest of weight to lie. His chest is the next part of his body to meet with hers, his pectorals pressing gently against her breasts.<br><br>Final is the point where his lips meet hers, this time in a far more passionate kiss than the one he allowed on the outside, a kiss that speaks volumes of his desire for her. His tongue, idle before, is invasive now, seeking out and claiming whatever territory she gives him access too...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tribes of the Dessert (closed 1 on 1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>31-12-2005, 16:33:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The laugh caused her to blush. She could tell it was in plesant awareness but she was still a little on the unknowning side. She looked at him and tilted her head a little in the pillow "I Hope I make you joyous Azibo" She knew it was now her duty to make him happy and she shivered as he took her in with his longing look. <br><br>She felt the way he gently and urgently lowered himself on her and Oh it felt right. She closed her eyes to feel it all at once. She giggled a little and when he came to claim her lips again she parted them for his enterance. She was in a state of natural discovery and her flames now sparked she felt the need to be consumed. She gently put her hands around him and created circles on his back as they began this next stage of passionate kissing.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tribes of the Dessert (closed 1 on 1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>timethian</strong> on <strong>05-01-2006, 00:39:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Groans emit from him as he tastes her tongue, and feels her entire body against his... his libido now in almost full swing now. Even still, he is a gentle lover... especially when starting the process with a virgin wife.<br><br>Slowly, he pulls away from the kiss, rocking his hips back so that his cock plays slowly against her folds, at first a slow grind that simply runs the veined outer surface up and down over her labia, using her natural lubrication readily... but in the end pulling back that further required inch that leaves his head poised to enter her.<br><br>"My love... you mak me far more joyous than a man has any right to be. Now, this is an important question that I must know before we proceed. I know you are virgin... but do you still possess your maidenhead... and, if so... have you been warned about the momentary pain you will experience?"<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tribes of the Dessert (closed 1 on 1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>05-01-2006, 01:24:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Feeling and finally opening her eyes. Hooded, watching him, she listened intenly, letting out the softest sigh with his movement. She felt him prepare and went perfectly still.Whispered" Azibo, I can not answer what I do not know." She was a princess that had led a very sheltered life. She&nbsp; had not even been one to mix with the servants. She was in all sense his and pure. The offering to bast from their tribe was untouched, unmarred and innocent. Her tribal leaders did not haggle for nothing, they knew very well what they were giving and getting. She was such an oddity, the moment her eyes did not turn and her hair became that of flame her father knew she needed only to be cared for by her mother and covered at all times. As tribal chieftan and with many sons, what he did with his daughter was never questioned. His sons loved their sister to a fault and no one unappropriate ever came to her side. She was truly innocent and natural where none of his other wives had been.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tribes of the Dessert (closed 1 on 1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>timethian</strong> on <strong>06-01-2006, 01:28:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Azibo smiles once more, and kisses her, this time a slow, simple kiss. "Then you likely do. I should simply warn you, then... so you don't think the pain unnatural. There is... a barrier..." To illustrate this, he slips himself into her, relishing the tightness of her passage with a soft sigh, pressing insistently until he touches that barrier, "Right here, that I must pass. It will hurt... but only for a short while. And then you will know pleasure like none you could imagine. I promise."<br><br>He waits there, precariously half-balanced over her, waiting for her understanding...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tribes of the Dessert (closed 1 on 1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>06-01-2006, 04:29:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As she feels him enter her eyes open and close rapidly as her body adjusts. She was naturally slick for him and it eased the entrance. When he spoke she forced herself to listen and as he spoke she nodded her head. "I understand, Azibo, I do not think you would hurt me on purpose" She felt filled as it was and she knew this wasn't all. She gently put her hands to hold the sheets uptop of her and the pillow. She was streched and archeda little for him. His movement and slightest bit made her sound.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tribes of the Dessert (closed 1 on 1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>timethian</strong> on <strong>22-01-2006, 10:03:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Willing himself to just get the deed done, so the two can finally be one, Azibo steels himself, feeling the deliciously tight lips of her passage wrap about his head, the tip of his cock playing against that final barrier, and then, without warning, presses forward, ripping through it, in one move making her his bride.<br><br>That done he presses down into her, waiting, not moving or pulling, just holding her, as her body adjusts, and the pain subsides, "I love you, my Hannah. I believe you will be the one to bless me with a child... and I will love him, or her, like none other. May our lady bless our union... and every union thereafter."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tribes of the Dessert (closed 1 on 1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>23-01-2006, 06:17:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She felt it like the sear of the skin on a hot summer day. She felt exquiste pain and comfort at once. She meeped a cry has he broke through the barrier and has he did so her hands clasped his arms tightly, mewing another whimper. The stillness of the moment now coming comforting as her body adjusted tears welled in her eyes. She knew he was being a patient lover, the jingles in her hands and feet lying as still as his movement. <br><br>She looked up at him as the tears spilled forth. "I love you as well Azibo.. I pray bast grant you this wish." She only wanted his happiness. If a child meant it than so be it. She was his no questions asked. 
			</dd>
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