The Birthday Boy (AidenConners and Tambit)
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				Title: <strong>The Birthday Boy (AidenConners and Tambit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AidenConners</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 04:55:27</strong>
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				The blazing egyptian sun was settled low in the west as it begun to slip under the horizon. The sky was tinted a blood red, swirled with orange and pink as dark purple clouds drifted across the coloured sky. The pyramids cast long, dark shadows across the ground as did the large palace a few miles away. <br><br>The palace was busy with people running back and forth, trying to get everything in order before the sun went down. Today was the queen's twentith birthday and she wanted everything to be perfect. Whenever Nafretiri wanted something, so got it; no one wanted to face the queen's fury, so they did as she instructed. Already her guests had arrived. She had greeted them politely as they came. None of them knew what lurked behind her sweet smile.<br><br>Nafretiri sat on her throne patiently, watching everyone running about to do her bidding. She loved giving orders, then chuckled to herself as they scampered off to do her will. Beside her on her right stood her personal body guard, he had been watching over her since she took the throne from her father, literally. Not many knew it, but she had slipped poison into his meal one night and claimed her prize: Egypt. <br><br>To her left was her favourite slave, sitting on the floor like she had taught him to do. When they were in the throne room his head was never allowed to be above hers. If that meant he had to crawl on his hands and knees then that was what he did. When he had first been brought to her palace he had been very disobedient, but she had quickly remedied that. She’d tortured him physically and mentally until he had broken.<br><br>"Everything is ready my queen," the captain of her guards informed her. Nafretiri smiled and sat forward in her chair. Golden strands and beads stood out against her long, black hair. Golden bracelets adorned her wrists and made the rings on her fingers seem all the more majestic. She wore a white dress with a light blue scarf tied around the waist and brown leather sandles that seemed to complete the outfit. <br><br>"Show them in," she said, lifting one hand briefly. Her pink lips smiled softly. "I want to see what they have brought me...."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Birthday Boy (AidenScott and Tambit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tambit</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 05:44:33</strong>
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				The clinging sounds of chains echoed through the vast chamber as the slaves were brought in by their slavers.&nbsp; Everyone had their head down, slave and slaver alike, to keep it beneath the level of the queen's.&nbsp; The men were disheartened, mostly broken already.&nbsp; Each one was bronzed and oiled, young, strong, and unscarred.&nbsp; They stood in a line before the queen, their hands and legs bound, their heads shaven and down.&nbsp; All, but one.<br><br>On the end, a single man stood defiantly.&nbsp; His head was upright, held proudly.&nbsp; A slaver looked over at him and yelled in a dirty voice, "Head down, curr!!"&nbsp; The whip cracked against his back, making him gasp and stumble.&nbsp; A crimson string of blood splashed across the room, but he remained standing there before them all, his head held high.
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				Post by: <strong>AidenConners</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 16:10:56</strong>
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				Nafretiri watched as her gifts were presented. Every birthday seemed to be a repeat of the last with the same types of presents. Gold, jewels, and fine cloth were the most common. She smiled and thanked the giver as each item was announced, but inside she was disappointed. Could these people not be more creative? Her habits were widely known among the more wealthy population of Egypt, though most peasants only thought of her as a kind queen. She played the part well when each situation arose. <br><br>Nafretiri sat back on her throne, playing with a strand of her hair as her gifts were paraded by her. Her advisors kept careful record of what was brought as the servants took them away, so nothing would go missing. Every exotic food brought forward she tried a bit of, then sent it off to be put aside for later. When one of the fruits bled its juices over her fingers she held her hand out toward her slave. He quickly cleaned it off, using the tunic he had been given for the occasion to do so. She scowled at him, knowing later she would have him punished for ruining the white fabric. Normally he would not be allowed any form of clothing. It helped degrade him and remind him of what he was; her slave, nothing more.<br><br>After a while the slavers arrived and for a moment the celebration died down. Nafretiri smiled as the brought in the men they’d captured. Not many of her subjects knew about the way she treated those she took into her palace. They assumed their children were well taken care of, though they rarely ever saw them again.<br><br>Nafretiri’s eyes looked over the slaves and she frowned. Pathetic, they were broken already. She wanted a challenge. If she wanted a slave who did her bidding she would have kept the one she had broken in the past. Once a slave was broken she had no more use for them. Her joy was gained only from reducing them to nothing, then she moved on.<br><br>When one of the slavers yelled at the man on the end who refused to bow his head her smile returned. That was the one she wanted. She stood and moved down from her throne, her guard following a step behind her. <br><br>“This is the most worthless group I have ever seen,” she snapped at the slavers. “You dare to bring me men who would cower away from a mouse? I am disappointed. None of you are ever welcome back in my palace. Leave the boy on the end and get out of my sight!”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Birthday Boy (AidenConners and Tambit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tambit</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 19:16:51</strong>
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				The aromatic display of foods from continents none of the slaves had ever even heard of had several of the men distracted already.&nbsp; They seemed so broken that they were hardly more than beasts, just animals with opposable thumbs and large brains.&nbsp; One of the slaves had even started to drool over himself, resulting in a quick but powerful strike with a wooden stick to the side of his head by one of the slavers.&nbsp; The slave fell to his knees in anguish, blinded by the pain.&nbsp; But before the assailant could punish him for his insubordination, the Queen rose from her throne and walked down to them.&nbsp; Like well-trained puppies, the entire court dropped further down, all of them now on their knees in submission.&nbsp; Slaves and slavers, merchants and peasants, nobles and beggars, all of them knew not to give her a reason to make her wroth.&nbsp; The defiant one continued to stand, though he was hunched over as an older slaver pulled down on his chains.<br><br>"My Queen," the head slaver said with pleading voice, scooting forward slightly.&nbsp; He was an older man with a grid-like cicatrix over most of his corded, worn body.&nbsp; Although he never lifted his eyes to her, everyone knew that this was his first time presenting before her.&nbsp; "They would make fine workers," he said, not understanding the nature of the slaves she desired.&nbsp; "I have broken all of them but Aryx," he said, pulling on the chains of the defiant one.<br><br>As his eyes were down, he was unaware of the guards rushing up to his side.&nbsp; They moved swiftly, despite their crouched position.&nbsp; In a brutal display, they struck the slaver with the blunt ends of their scythe-like weapons and dragged his limp, unconscious body out of the chamber.&nbsp; Everyone knew why; he had talked back to the Queen, defied her command.&nbsp; The other slavers immediately unhooked the defiant one, Aryx, and, in awkward movements, half-crawled, half-walked out of the chamber, leaving just the one behind.<br><br>Aryx stood upright now, his hands still bound together, staring at the Queen before him.&nbsp; His features were foreign, northern, and his name suggested a Thracian or possibly Spartan home.&nbsp; He certainly looked like he could have been a laborer or warrior, but his strong features had been tempered with a gentle manner, gentle but still defiant.&nbsp; He looked down at the woman before him, his jaw fixed, but never said a word to her.&nbsp; The other attendees who dared to sneak a look were all awaiting her punishment on him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Birthday Boy (AidenConners and Tambit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AidenConners</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 05:19:16</strong>
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				Nafretiri stood as the slavers and the broken slaves left. She would have to find someone new to gather slaves for her. Perhaps she could simple send her guards. They could probably do a better job. She descended the few stairs toward her new slave.<br><br>She reached out to run her fingers over his skin, frowning slightly at the small amount of dirt on him. He was quite attractive for a man. His arms looked like they could crush her in seconds if he managed to get them around her. She liked strong men. They always put up a better fight in submitting to her and it was so much more enjoyable when they did. To reduce a man like this to nothing brought her more pleasure than almost anything else. <br><br>Nafretiri cupped her hand below his chin and forced him to look at her as she inspected his face. His eyes would tell her everything she needed to know along with the first words he spoke to her. It was her favourite part of meeting her new pet.<br><br>“What is your name, slave?” she asked her green eyes boring into his. She had a feeling he was not going to be easy. He may be her hardest case yet, but she would train him. Everyone had a breaking point and she would find his. “Where do you come from?”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Tambit</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 05:30:40</strong>
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				Aryx clenched his jaw a little as she ran her fingers over his skin.&nbsp; He had to admit, in another situation he might find her attractive, beautiful, alluring. Her curves were, he realized, almost perfect.&nbsp; She might make a good wife, or at least a good time.&nbsp; But his train of thoughts was interrupted as she forced his chin to her to inspect his face.&nbsp; &nbsp;His stormy grey-blue eyes that looked like the sky after a squall looked directly, deeply into hers, unwavering.&nbsp; Aryx knew what she was, and what he was to her, but he refused to acknowledge it.&nbsp; There was a strength in his stare just like in his body, but it was tempered as well with just a hint of curiosity.<br><br>As she called him "slave," his jaw clenched tighter and he just stared at her, eyes narrowing.&nbsp; No answer came from him, though he did not struggle in her grip.
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				Post by: <strong>AidenConners</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 16:25:23</strong>
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				Nafretiri moved even closer to him when he did not answer her questions, her body less than a foot away from his. Her hand dropped from his chin and slowly began running her fingers down his chest, tracing the outline of his muscles. For the moment she forgot about everyone else in the room and the party. She could see her guards out of the corner of her eye not far away in case he tried to harm her, though it was in his best interest to obey for now.<br><br>“It’s not very nice to ignore the Queen on her birthday,”&nbsp; she whispered sweetly, her other hand reaching up to stroke the side of his face. “I would very much like to know you name and how you ended up with the slavers. If you answer, I promise I will be nice to you tonight.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Tambit</strong> on <strong>23-06-2010, 00:01:33</strong>
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				Aryx stared at her for a moment longer.&nbsp; Out of the corner of his eyes he could see the guards returning.&nbsp; Behind Nafretiri were several other guards, all ready to strike.&nbsp; And as the woman's touch slowly, almost seductively ran down his hardened muscles, he had to close his eyes.&nbsp; It felt... <em>good.</em> No woman had touched him like that for ages, and no woman who looked like her had every touched him.&nbsp; All this, combined with the sweetness of her voice, made him bend.<br><br>"Aryx," he said in a voice that was sonorous yet held a rough edge. She asked him nicely, after all.&nbsp; But he did not cave completely.&nbsp; "Where I am from and how I came here is of no consequence."&nbsp; There was that defiance, held blatantly in his voice.&nbsp; His large muscles tensed for a moment, making him look like a great cat ready to pounce.&nbsp; With a sly, almost playful grin, he asked her, "What is your name?"
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				Post by: <strong>AidenConners</strong> on <strong>23-06-2010, 01:12:02</strong>
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				Nafretiri smiled at his reaction to her touch. Perhaps she could use that to her advantage. She was use to being wanted. She saw it in the eyes of her guards as she passed by at times. She relished the attention she got from men. Her father had never paid her any mind unless he was punishing her. It was satisfying to know that she could have anyone she wanted, whether they wanted it or not.<br><br>“I am the Queen of Egypt, Nafretiri,” she replied as she took her hands off him and stepped back. She turned to her guests, telling them to enjoy the party. She no longer wanted to be in their company. She wanted to get to know her new slave before she started hurting him. “Follow me Aryx.”<br><br>She led down the maze of hallways through the palace, motioning the group to follow her into a chamber on the right. It was almost an exact replica of her own. The walls were covered in elaborate tapestries with a vanity sitting in the corner of the room. There were two windows to let in light, but they were barred so that her slaves could not try and escape through them. A large bed sat against the far wall of the room. When her slaves earned it, she would sometime let them sleep in the bed instead of on the floor at the foot of it. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Tambit</strong> on <strong>23-06-2010, 01:24:54</strong>
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				The rest of the party members went about their business.&nbsp; There seemed to be some disappointment in their demeanor now.&nbsp; Several had hoped to see the young man get punished for his impertinence.&nbsp; Others started to talk amongst themselves about what the queen wished to do to him.&nbsp; They gossiped about the court, about how the young queen would never marry, about each other.&nbsp; It seemed no one, not even Queen Nafretiri, was immune to gossip - at least while she wasn't within earshot.<br><br>Aryx had to admit he was curious about the palace she was dragging him through.&nbsp; It did not seem the kind of place bad things happened in.&nbsp; Had it not been for the bars in the windows, he imagined that he would feel at home, even like royalty in such accommodations.&nbsp; He looked back at Nafretiri, his hands still bound in chain.&nbsp; He had gotten a reaction out of her, some kind of reaction.&nbsp; Now he wondered what kind it would be.
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				Post by: <strong>AidenConners</strong> on <strong>23-06-2010, 01:43:49</strong>
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				Nafretiri moved across the room to the vanity as the guard took Aryx and untied him, only to chain his arms to the foot of the bed, though there was enough length in the chain to allow him to walk around. Nafretiri waved the guards out of the room as they finished. They quickly bowed and left, casting a warning glance at Aryx as they closed the door behind them. She said nothing to him for a few minutes as she pulled the rings and bracelets from her hands, leaving them on top of the vanity. She pulled the golden strands from her hair and combed her fingers through her long black hair, smoothing out the thick strands. <br><br>“Tell me how you got here,” Nafretiri said as she slipped out of her sandals and stood, moving over to where they had chained him. She was interested about her new slave. He was foreign, something new for her. All the slaves she had before had been from different corners of Egypt. “Keep me entertained and I won’t have any reason to punish you. I can be a reasonable queen.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Tambit</strong> on <strong>23-06-2010, 02:10:01</strong>
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				Aryx watched with disdain as the guards chained him to the foot of the bed.&nbsp; It was definitely too large for him to lift and escape, and though he was larger and stronger than any one guard, he was outnumbered and unarmed.&nbsp; So he let them move him and chain him without causing any fuss.&nbsp; He was no fool.&nbsp; He had nowhere to go.<br><br>His stormy eyes looked over the queen curiously as she took off the rings and bracelets, pulling her hair own, making herself look more comfortable... and more beautiful.&nbsp; But he would not give her the satisfaction of knowing this.&nbsp; He himself was dressed in a dirty loincloth, with oil rubbed over his strong body to make his muscles even more impressive.&nbsp; There was dirt smeared in with the oil at some parts, likely from the mishandling of a slaver.<br><br>He ignored her demand to tell her how he got there.&nbsp; It wasn't a special story, at least he did not think, but it seemed to him that she wanted to know.&nbsp; It was the only leverage he had over her at the moment.&nbsp; He smirked at her, a touch of boyish charm in his features, though even that was intended to incense her. "I'm afraid I don't know any songs, and my dancing is terrible."
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				Post by: <strong>AidenConners</strong> on <strong>23-06-2010, 03:27:51</strong>
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				Nafretiri looked him over. His skin shone in the dull lamplight and she frowned slightly. She reached over to run her fingers across his skin and inspected them. The slavers must have rubbed oil on him before he got to the palace. Personally she did not enjoy the look. She turned from him without a word and moved to a table by the door. She poured some water out of a jug and into a bowl before picking it up and walking back over to him.<br><br>“Wash yourself off, I don’t like dirt in my palace,” she said, as she turned toward the wardrobe looking through the different items until she found what she wanted. She pulled out a light brown coloured tunic and tossed it toward him. “You may wear that for now until I find you something more suitable for later.”<br><br>Nafretiri sat down on the small couch across from him and spread out across it, her green eyes watching him as she waited for him to do as she requested. If he did not it would not go well for him. Though the request was a simple enough one that she was sure he would not disapprove. She liked her slaves clean. Even after she punished them she made the maids clean them up before they brought them back to her. <br>“Luckily for you I do not enjoy songs or dances,” she replied simple and a small smirk.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Tambit</strong> on <strong>23-06-2010, 04:00:28</strong>
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				There was nothing wrong with her request to clean himself.&nbsp; The slavers enjoyed using the oil to disguise the fact that they did want to waste precious water on them, among other things.&nbsp; It had been many days since he had a proper bath.&nbsp; As she walked closer to him, he noticed that she was unafraid.&nbsp; She was easily within his reach, and had the whim crossed his mind he could snuff out her light.&nbsp; But he did not lift a finger against her, nor would he.<br><br>He kneeled down to scoop the water in his hands and rub the oil off, but she was sitting there.&nbsp; Watching him.&nbsp; It unnerved him for a moment - no woman ever watched him bathe before.&nbsp; Did she want to break him by watching him, or by making him bathe at all?&nbsp; He believed she just wanted to see him bare all for her.<br><br>"Is this how you wish to be entertained?"&nbsp; Instead of making a thorough affair of it, Aryx lifted the entire bowl and poured it slowly over his head, most of the oil slowly, eventually, rinsing away.&nbsp; He was now standing in a pool of water, staring at her, as he rubbed bits of the oil off.&nbsp; When done, he dropped the bowl to the floor with a loud smash and picked up the tunic, using it, instead, to dry himself.
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				Post by: <strong>AidenConners</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 02:18:12</strong>
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				Nafretiri’s smile faltered slightly as he dumped the water onto the floor. Anger clouded her green eyes for a moment, but she pushed it away. She never hurt her slaves the first night. She liked to make them think she was kinder than she was. Before she turned their lives into a living hell and stripped them of any dignity they may have.<br><br>“It is your loss. Now you will spend the night sleeping in a puddle of water and you will receive no other clothing until you learn to accept a gift when it is given to you,” she snapped, she stood quickly and moved to the other side of the room. She untied the light blue sash from her waist and laid it over the back of the chair. She pulled her white dress off of her thin frame and grabbed her robe from the wardrobe. <br><br>“You would be wise not to disrespect me or my offers. It will not be often that I will honour you with such things. Your refusal in the future will result in punishment,” she warned as she turned back to him, pulling the ties of the robe closed.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Tambit</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 02:39:28</strong>
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				Aryx had finished "drying" himself with the tunic, watching her as he rang it out on the floor to the side.&nbsp; She started to take off her clothing.&nbsp; This was... not how he expected a master of his to act.&nbsp; But she had been nice to him so far.&nbsp; As she turned back to him, now wearing a robe, he snapped the tunic in the air to dry it.&nbsp; His voice was low.<br><br>"I am sorry," he said.&nbsp; "Thank you for the gift.&nbsp; I am grateful."&nbsp; He put the tunic on, damp though it was.&nbsp; It seemed she was teasing him with her body now, and he knew that she had a body to die for.&nbsp; A thought occurred to him and he smiled.&nbsp; "Perhaps the lady will allow me to make it up to her."&nbsp; Perhaps, he thought to himself, he could turn the tables on her.
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				Post by: <strong>AidenConners</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 03:11:49</strong>
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				“I will overlook your disobedience this time, but only once. You will not get a second chance,” she replied as she folded her arms across her chest, just below her breasts. She knew very well that the robe was slightly see through. She found it easier to control her slaves if their sole focus was her body. She loved to tease them, watch their eyes fall to her chest when they should be ashamed to gaze at her at all.<br><br>“And how do you think you can make it up to me?” Nafretiri asked as she strode closer. With every step the material of her robe moved to reveal the tanned skin of her legs. She stopped before him, her bare feet staying out of the water he had dumped on the floor. “You have already insulted me. I am not sure that can be amended.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Tambit</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 03:41:47</strong>
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				Aryx was a man, after all, and noticed the see-through dress.&nbsp; He did look at the treasures her body could have held for him, but he did not want to seem too eager, looking back up at her eyes.&nbsp; He knew that to make the tables turn, he needed to seem uninterested.<br><br>"I do know, lady, how to please a woman."&nbsp; His arms clenched a little, almost as if to show his strength to her. "I know how to offer bliss unforgettable."&nbsp; He looked away at nothing in particular. "But if you have made up your mind, then I shall leave my skills to myself."&nbsp; He shifted a little, the loincloth doing little now to hide himself as he turned to the side.&nbsp; It gave a tease of what was held beneath.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>AidenConners</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 03:53:32</strong>
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				Nafretiri gazed back at him as his eyes met her own, though she gave away none of her thoughts. She’s had her slaves please her before and when she had been in the mood she had pleased them. But they were always at her mercy. One wrong move could anger her. This man had little fear for her at the moment. <br><br>“And you believe that you could please me?” she asked as she peered down at him. She raised her leg and placed her foot on his chest, pushing him back lightly against the foot of the bed. “You think you are good enough to please the Queen?”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Tambit</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 03:57:55</strong>
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				As she put her foot on his chest and started to push him against the bed, he shot his foot back to brace himself, both hands coming up like lightning to grasp at her leg. His hands were warm and covered in rough calluses.&nbsp; He grinned at her as his hand slid up her calf, pressing sweetly into her skin and up to the back of her knee, pulling a little of the fabric of her robe down.&nbsp; "You are still a woman," he said in a seductive voice.
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				Post by: <strong>AidenConners</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 04:08:42</strong>
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				Nafretiri did not react as he grabbed her leg and slid his fingers up her skin. It had been some time since she’d had a man who wasn’t broken. None of them were willing to do anything to her that she did not allow. They were too frightened, going through the motions but never really trusting she would not lose her temper.<br><br>“I am different from the women you have had in the past,” she said, sliding her foot down his chest. “I am much more difficult than they were.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Tambit</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 04:26:15</strong>
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				Aryx grinned as her foot slid down his chest.&nbsp; He let his hands slip up her leg more, running along the inside her her bronze thigh and even starting to rub the Queen's sex slowly, teasingly.&nbsp; His finger ran through her folds and then back along her leg, repeating this several times.<br><br>"I am different form the men you have had in the past," he said, smirking. "I am much more difficult to break."
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				Post by: <strong>AidenConners</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 16:34:56</strong>
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				Nafretiri let him do as he pleased, but did not react to any of his touches, even when his finger slipped in between her legs. His hands felt rough against her smooth skin. Without warning she pulled away from him, pressing him back against the bed briefly before she removed her leg from his grasp.<br><br>“Breaking you has nothing to do with how well you can please me,” she said as she moved to the door. She turned the key that was sitting in the lock and slid the key under the door. She knew her guards were on the other side. She grabbed another key from her vanity and moved over to him, unlocking the chains that held him to the bed.<br><br>“You have one night to prove how different you are,” she said as she motioned for him to stand. “Tonight I’m not the queen, I’m just another girl for you to do what you want with.”<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Birthday Boy (AidenConners and Tambit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tambit</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 17:11:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Aryx found it was hard to read her.&nbsp; She did not react to him, yet she then offered herself for the night.&nbsp; Just as he was resisting her, it seemed she was resisting him.&nbsp; As she motioned for him to stand, a preadatory look settled into his face.&nbsp; He did stand, but moved toward her like a tiger cornering its prey.&nbsp; He pushed her up against the wall of the chamber, his massive body and great strength showing just how easily he harm her.<br><br>He reached up with his great hands and gripped her robe, pulling the top open and off her shoulders in show of power, the fabric straining and tearing slightly.&nbsp; As he did, his hips pushed against hers and he leaned down to hungrily, roughly kiss her on the neck, using his teeth to pull sweetly at her soft skin.&nbsp; There were no words, there was no romancing, there was only passion.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Birthday Boy (AidenConners and Tambit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AidenConners</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 18:43:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As he pushed her against the wall Nafretiri knew she was turning over control to him, but she did not care. Not many got the chance to handle her the way he was. She very rarely let her guard down, let someone else have the control. <br><br>She heard the material of her robe rip as he pulled it off her shoulders and pinned her against the wall with his body. Her hands slid around his waist and onto his back, her nails digging into his skin. She said nothing as his lips roughly kissed her neck, biting at her sensitive skin. She dragged her nails down his back, hoping to cut him. She wouldn’t give up her control completely that easily. He’d have to take it from her.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Birthday Boy (AidenConners and Tambit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tambit</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 19:36:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A groan passed through his body as she tore holes through the tunic and scratched along his back.&nbsp; It was a groan of both pain and pleasure, something primal and deep.&nbsp; Even there, on his back, his skin was rough and callused, but her nails left large red streaks with drops of blood forming here and there along them.<br><br>Aryx pulled back for a moment, his hips still pressing against hers.&nbsp; With a swift tug, he pulled the sash off of her robe and spread it open, revealing herself to him.&nbsp; Almost instantly she felt his arousal start to lift the tunic and loincloth, pushing up her thigh.&nbsp; She could feel how immense he was as he reached down with one hand to pull her leg up to his side, the other grabbing her breast and fondling her powerfully.&nbsp; The entire time he looked into her eyes, gauging every response.&nbsp; Once her leg was at his side, he gave her rear a hard smack and gripped it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Birthday Boy (AidenConners and Tambit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AidenConners</strong> on <strong>29-06-2010, 22:09:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nafretiri smiled at his groan as she tore though the thin material of his tunic. She knew she was hurting him, but he would learn to like the pain, or at least tolerate it if he wasn’t already. He moved away from her slightly, but kept her pinned against the wall as he pulled the sash holding her robe together off. She let her arms fall from his back to slide the out of the sleeves, leaving her completely bare against him.<br><br>As he lifted her leg to his side as could feel just how excited he was. She moaned softly as his calloused hand grabbed her breast. His eyes never left hers, as if waiting for her to suddenly change her mind and order him back. As his hand slapped her ass she gave a jerk of surprise. Her eyes darkened slightly and she slapped him across the face, then wrapped both her legs around his waist and hooked her hands behind his neck. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Birthday Boy (AidenConners and Tambit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tambit</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 16:39:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The slap across the face was unexpected, but it only made him wince for a moment, even as the skin turned red.&nbsp; He grinned slowly and smacked her ass again.&nbsp; He was starting to get reactions from her, things she probably didn't even know she was doing, like that sot moan and the way she clung to him now.<br><br>He leaned in and pressed his lips against her neck, biting here and there and sucking hard, letting her flesh slip free whenever he pulled back to kiss lower.&nbsp; She felt him tweak her nipple and tug at it as his hips started to thrust.&nbsp; Although a loincloth separated them, his shaft was still spreading her folds.&nbsp; Aryx grunted and wiggled his hips against her, the fabric working its way to the side.&nbsp; With an approving moan, he felt his manhood running through the folds of her sex, bare against her.&nbsp; The underside pressed against her clit and slipped back and forth across it before he pulled back and started to lift her body further up the wall.
			</dd>
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