Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)
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				Title: <strong>Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>09-11-2009, 23:45:43</strong>
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				The study was cozy, the decor more civilized that might have been expected: green baize on the bureautop, full bookshelves along the walls, and a refreshing lack of the hunting trophies that seemed to be de rigeur here on the far side of Great River.&nbsp; There was a single snifter of some dark liquor on a sideboard, along with three small crystal glasses, a cheerful little fire in the potbellied stove to keep the autumn chill out of the room, and two wing-backed chairs set before the desk.&nbsp; Overall, the effect was that of a doctor's office, or a lawyer's.&nbsp; Just as well, for it happened to be both.<br><br>The monocled man behind the desk, thining reddish hair and walrus mustache, smiled at her over the edge of his papers.&nbsp; His drab suit contrasted sharply with his crimson paisley waistcoat and cravat, which were a few years out of fashion (at the most charitable estimate).&nbsp; His name, according to the letter which had brought her here, was Augustus McBroom Abernathy.<br><br>"I really must thank you for coming so far on such short notice, milady.&nbsp; I trust your voyage went pleasantly enough?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>09-11-2009, 23:55:01</strong>
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				"The sea was calmed and the ship was fast as the Windsinger did her job very well."&nbsp; <br><br>"Sooooo," she drew out her interjection. "Mr. Augustus McBroom Abernathy, what is it that you hinted at in your letter?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-11-2009, 00:08:15</strong>
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				"Ah, yes.&nbsp; To business."<br><br>He hemmed and hawwed for a moment, and then produced a sheaf of papers from his desk.<br><br>"You are familiar with a recently late gentleman of our community, a Winthorp P. Scuttle, Esquire?&nbsp; In his last will and testament, read before the appropriate witnesses in this very office a week ago, he named you the guardian of his ward...who is also the heir apparent to his last holding, which shall pass into your care until she reaches her majority.&nbsp; Anyway, details..."<br><br>He cleared his throat and flushed.<br><br>"I <em>am</em> under the distinct impression that he did not discuss these arrangements with you beforehand, if I may be so indelicate as to mention my suspicions."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>10-11-2009, 02:42:54</strong>
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				She steppled her&nbsp; long delicate fingers hands clad in gray kidskin gloves to go with the gray outfit she wore, straight from Paris.<br><br>"Why would a human leave me in charge of his ward, and the care of her inheritance?&nbsp; Though" she reflected aloud, "I, would have no need to use or misuse the wealth to her legacy."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-11-2009, 02:50:11</strong>
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				"Not...ah, technically not true.&nbsp; Mister Scuttle was a Dwarf, and a retired Colonel of Engineers in the Army.&nbsp; He served in the recent unpleasantness and then came here to retire to a life of peace and quiet as a gentleman rancher."<br><br>He cleared his throat.<br><br>"His ward was sent here, as I understand it, by order of the Matriarch of Baltimore.&nbsp; She was delivered by an escort of Knights Templar, so they say.&nbsp; It might as well have been Territorial Rangers, for all I know.&nbsp; I wasn't living out here then, and the locals are prone to a certain romantic exaggeration."<br><br>He glanced at the papers again.<br><br>"In any case, he named you specifically as the girl's new guardian."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>10-11-2009, 03:21:26</strong>
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				A expression silver winged eyebrow rose even higher.&nbsp; "A Dwarf?&nbsp; How odd."<br><br>"You say she was sent here by the Matriarch of Baltimore....."&nbsp; She had met the worthy lady and wondered what there was about the girl that she was sent to the Dwarf, under the auspices of Knights Templar or even Territorial Rangers.<br><br>The girl was a conundrum to say the least.<br><br>The girl is Dwarven then?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-11-2009, 03:24:01</strong>
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				"N-no, she is not."&nbsp; He cleared his throat.&nbsp; "To be precise, she is of mixed parentage.&nbsp; Orcish, to be precise."<br><br>He set the papers down and crossed his fingers on top of them.<br><br>"I do understand that this may present certain difficulties, but by all accounts the girl is hard working and reasonably well-behaved, if something of a tomboy."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>10-11-2009, 03:33:32</strong>
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				<br>"Orcish."&nbsp; &nbsp;It was only a statement, she did not scream out or take affront, but her long silver lashes dropped partway of her liquid silver eyes.<br><br>At long last, "You have intrigued me, Mr. Abernathy.&nbsp; Now what is in this for me, should I decide to unravel this conundrum and take the child on."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-11-2009, 03:37:08</strong>
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				"Well..."<br><br>He blushed.<br><br>"In terms of material recompense, there is the account he established for the maintenance of her regular needs, which would of course be made available to you.&nbsp; And...there is this."<br><br>He pulled a sealed letter out of the pile and passed it to her.&nbsp; The penmanship was unfamiliar, but her full name and title were written out in elegant Elvish script.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>10-11-2009, 03:43:45</strong>
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				Lady&nbsp; Alea'eandil en Tel Isil'Loki Nosse took the proffered missive with two fingers and laid it on her lap, looking at it for some time both with her keen sight and with her Magica senses.<br><br>Finally she lifted it, brokes the seal and opened the letter.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-11-2009, 03:56:55</strong>
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				<em>Lady,</em> she read.<br><br><em>I must apologize wholeheartedly for my imposition, which is no doubt at this moment causing you a certain amount of confusion.&nbsp; My motives are purely selfish--in the years it has been my dubious honor to act as a certain young woman's guardian, I have become rather fond of her in spite of myself.&nbsp; To that end, I feel a certain obligation to do all that I can to serve her best interests.<br><br>Permit me to be blunt.&nbsp; In my researches one name has turned up time and again as being the most amenable person who meets the one overwhelming qualification necessary for my ward's continuing good health--yours.&nbsp; I am already aware that your own holdings put my humble stake to shame, and no amount of wealth I could possibly offer would even begin to match your own accounts.&nbsp; Thus I must humbly ask you to accept the one coin I have that none can match.<br><br>I promise you that if you take my ward under your wing, protect her from those who would seek her life, and see to her further education until such time as she achieves her majority at twenty-one, you will cause the Lionheart such humiliation and consternation that he shall be beside himself for a dozen human lifetimes to come.&nbsp; Why he hates the girl so utterly as to seek her death on several occasions I cannot tell, but while she is worthy of the name she was given by the good sisters in Baltimore, she deserves better than to be hunted all her life by Elfkind.<br><br>I beg you, gentle Lady, to accept my request and use her gently.&nbsp; My solicitor can make the introductions.<br><br>Sincerely and most apologetically yours, I remain<br>Your most obedient servant,<br><br>Winthorp Phineas Scuttle, Esquire</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>10-11-2009, 04:06:30</strong>
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				Lionheart, for that one reason she accepts, she has every reason to hate him and to thwart him in this endeavor to kill the child, was more than enough incentive to take on the duties as her guardian. <br><br>"I will do it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-11-2009, 04:41:44</strong>
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				"Ah."<br><br>The man blinked, then smiled politely.<br><br>"I'll give you a ride out to the ranch, then, if you like, and you can meet the girl.&nbsp; It's an old surrey, nothing fancy, but it'll take less time than walking."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>10-11-2009, 04:59:40</strong>
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				<br>Alea waved off the offer, I have my coach it is faster and far more comfortable.&nbsp; Allow me to offer you a ride out to the race and then my coach can bring you back.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-11-2009, 05:10:15</strong>
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				"Very well, I accept.&nbsp; It's a fair ways, though."<br><br>And he spoke the truth: the ride was closer to three hours than two, and when the ranch house finally came into view, she'd seen enough miles of gently rolling grassland to suit her.&nbsp; They were met at the front porch by an older Human with a wooden leg and a faded uniform coat--a war veteran from the losing side, apparently.<br><br>"Howdy, Mister Abernathy.&nbsp; What c'n we do for you today?"<br><br>"Lucius, this here's Trouble's new guardian.&nbsp; Is she about?"<br><br>The older man eyed her carefully before nodding slowly, as if trying to piece something vast and mysterious together in the confines of his head.&nbsp; Then he spoke as if every word were a begrudged expense.<br><br>"You don't say?&nbsp; She ain't here.&nbsp; Off on the back forty.&nbsp; We're expectin' her back later tonight, if'n y'all want to wait a spell."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>10-11-2009, 05:28:55</strong>
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				A perfect coach of dark gray, crafted by the finest german carriage makers, was standing outside the office of the lawyer.&nbsp; It was pulled by four matched silvery dapple gray horses and there were four gray liveried outriders 2 at the from and 2 behind.&nbsp; Behind them came the airship with its elegant swan shaped hull, and ribbed sails the not only hung from masts on her deck, but from masts in her sides all which billowed in the wind.<br><br>Off to the side the ship sank gently to the earth and was anchored down to long spikes that the crew set in the ground.&nbsp; Alea sent one of the riders to deliver a message to the ship.<br><br>She listened to the interchange and when it seemed there would be no more information forthcoming she spoke. "As soon as I change&nbsp; I will ride out and find her.&nbsp; I have my own horse.&nbsp; All you need do is point out her tracks leading from the ranch.&nbsp; Soon servants came down the gangplank and luggage was brought down from the ship.&nbsp; <br><br>"Mr Abernathy, I believe we concluded out business in the coach when you are ready to return, just tell my coachman."<br><br>With that she turned to the ranch hand, "Please show me to my room."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-11-2009, 05:41:06</strong>
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				"You're sure?"&nbsp; Lucius squinted at her.&nbsp; Then, reluctantly, he nodded.&nbsp; "All righty.&nbsp; Just say when you're ready.&nbsp; As for your room..."<br><br>He shook his head.<br><br>"We ain't rightly set up for no high-born ladies right now, but we can put you in the old Master's rooms, right enough.&nbsp; He won't mind, I think.&nbsp; Come on in."<br><br>He hobbled into the house and gave her a quick tour of the ground floor: kitchen, dining room, parlor...while the house wasn't the equal of anything in Paris, it was larger and more elegant than she might have expected.<br><br>Then the old veteran led her upstairs to a suite of rooms: library, study, workshop, bedchamber, and bath chamber.<br><br>"Here ya go...the Master's rooms.&nbsp; Well, yours, now, I guess."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>10-11-2009, 06:42:03</strong>
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				<br>"Thank you, Lucius, they will be just fine."<br><br>With the help of her maid she stripped and dressed in gray leather riding pants, an ivory silk shirt and gray leather jacket and matching boots.&nbsp; Riding side saddle was for towns, but Alea preferred male attire for hunting and serious riding.<br><br>Outside the horse was waiting, a deep gray, heavily dappled gray stallion who wore a riding pad with stirrups, saddle bags lashed to it.&nbsp; A Winchester repeating rifle in a scabbard on the left side along with a sword.&nbsp; She mounted then settled the twin forty fives at her hips, and double checked the two horse pistols in their holsters.&nbsp; They were double 89's and they packed a whallop.&nbsp; She had hunted bear and boar in Germany and Austria so she knew what they could do. <br><br>Lucius showed her the tracks and she set out to follow them.&nbsp; He shoke his head in wonder as the Elven Lady rode off, for the horse wore no bridle.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-11-2009, 14:45:02</strong>
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				The track north was easy enough to follow--this was a ranch, after all, if not a particularly large one, and she quickly found herself nearing the so-called back forty.&nbsp; After that, finding the only rider out here along the fence was a relatively simple matter...and less than an hour after setting off from the ranch house, she neared a slender, wiry figure repairing&nbsp; a section of barbed wire.<br><br>At first glance, she could almost be mistaken for a boy--lean, wiry, and clad in rough workman's garb like any other ranch hand, her short, coarse, black hair hidden under a broad brimmed hat.&nbsp; The girl did not even look up as Lady Alea approached, focusing on her task.<br><br>'Y'all c'n stop right there," she called out after a moment, never taking her eyes off of the wire she was twisting into place.&nbsp; "Ranch ain't fer sale, and I ain't aimin' ta marry nobody.&nbsp; Take that back to yer fancy-pants greenhorn lawyers an' try again."<br><br>Then she looked up.<br><br>"Oh.&nbsp; Sorry.&nbsp; Thought you was that Spencer lad, gettin' sent over by his pappy again."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>10-11-2009, 20:24:20</strong>
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				<br>"No, I truly am not "That Spencer" boy."&nbsp; I am," she paused time to drop the lady stuff, it would make no difference to this child, "Alea, and I am you new guardian.&nbsp; And I assure you that the ranch will still be yours when you reach your majority."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-11-2009, 20:47:14</strong>
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				The girl turned her face up to Alea for a moment, her surprisingly green eyes betraying little.&nbsp; Her features would have clearly told Alea of her mixed heritage, even had Mister Abernathy not already done so, but for a Half-Orc the girl was surprisingly delicate...although she would never be considered more than pleasantly plain by either Human or Elf standards.<br><br>"Yeah?&nbsp; I sup'pose the Old Man's lawyer sent for ya, then.&nbsp; Shoot...well, reckon I ought to get on with this, so say your piece.&nbsp; I'm listenin'."
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				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>10-11-2009, 21:09:38</strong>
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				<br><br>She probably thought that Alea was going to launch into a long winded explaination of things and how they were going to change, but not Alea knew the child would ignor it all.<br><br>"I was wondering if you need some help.&nbsp; One person holding the wires and one doing the twisting the ends together would make the job easier."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-11-2009, 21:19:04</strong>
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				The girl stopped in her tracks and looked back up at her.<br><br>"Y'ain't exactly dressed fer this," she said dryly.&nbsp; "This here's barbed wire, cut through those little kid gloves of yers like nobody's business.&nbsp; 'Sides, I got 'er well in hand, so you go ahead an' say whatever it is ya come out ta say."<br><br>She turned back to her work, and as Alea watched did indeed seem to have matters down to a science.&nbsp; After a moment, she grunted softly and spoke again.<br><br>"Guess they at least told ya my name, right?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>10-11-2009, 21:42:02</strong>
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				<br>Alea dismounted lightly jumping of the stallion and walking up to the girl.&nbsp; "The gloves are stronger that they seem and so am I."&nbsp; she grabbed to two pieced of wire.&nbsp; "So what is your name?&nbsp; Mr. Abernathy and Lucius failed to tell me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-11-2009, 21:45:31</strong>
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				The girl snorted softly.<br><br>"Trouble.&nbsp; On account of that's what I'm good for, apparently."<br><br>She moved to one side to let Alea help, if the woman was really so inclined, and kept working...and seemed to accept the second pair of hands, if a bit begrudgingly.<br><br>"Bet they forgot to warn ya 'bout my u-nique heritage, too," she said, her tone carrying a hint of resignation and resentment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>11-11-2009, 03:42:54</strong>
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				<br>"About being half Orc, yes I know, but why dwell on the unpleasant, you have another half,"&nbsp; Alea had taken in the girl's looks and what she knew of Lionheart's hatred of her and that he hated Half Elves, "your Elven side and that is what I am hear to help you develop."<br><br>She waits to watch Troubles reaction to her words, she might have know it, or guessed at it, her reactions would tell her that.<br><br>"As for your name, among the Elves, we are given a name when we are born usually something that our mother of father has seen or heard or experience close to our births, but when we mature we earn our adult names.&nbsp; It is the same for the Indians of the West."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>11-11-2009, 03:48:24</strong>
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				Trouble snorted again.<br><br>"I ain' half Elf," she growled.&nbsp; "Everybody knows Orcs and Elves can't...do that!&nbsp; And my Ma was human as they come.&nbsp; So I hear tell.&nbsp; Died bearin' me..."
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				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>11-11-2009, 04:06:07</strong>
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				<br>"Trouble, I have the distinct feeling your mother was half Elf."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>11-11-2009, 04:10:44</strong>
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				Trouble turned away from Alea, clearly unhappy with the subject.<br><br>"So?&nbsp; Don't matter none.&nbsp; She's dead, an' if I ever meet my Pa he'll be lucky if all I do's hurt him real bad.&nbsp; What'd ya come here for, anyhow?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>11-11-2009, 04:15:52</strong>
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				<br>"To help you become a woman, and a landholder of a fair size estate.&nbsp; Someone who could easily stand up to the Spencers without using guns or bad language."<br><br>Though she had never heard Trouble use bad language, Alea was pretty sure she was capable of doing so.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>11-11-2009, 04:27:14</strong>
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				The girl gave her another skeptical glance.<br><br>"Yeah?&nbsp; An' how d'ya propose ta do that?&nbsp; I ain't exactly high society material."<br><br>Her insolence masked a hint of longing, which Alea picked up without even trying...yes, the girl was intrigued in spite of herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>11-11-2009, 04:44:43</strong>
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				<br>"I am going to show you a type of power that few men can ignor.&nbsp; Let the men all say it is a Man's World, because we females allow them to think so,&nbsp; so that they do try to figure out just how powerful a woman can be.&nbsp; WE need no guns or armies, and navies and yet we can conquer nations, and bring down Kings, or the reverse.&nbsp; We can also create nations and raise Kings to rule them."<br><br>"I will warn you now that I will do as I promised to your guardian, I will raise you to be a lady of substance, and lady who is a power unto herself.&nbsp; And I will do whatever I need to do to bring that about."<br><br>She grabbed the two ends of the wire and twisted them together without the wire pliers.&nbsp; Little did Trouble know she used a bit of magic to make her point.&nbsp; She had the strength to take Trouble to task if necessary.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>11-11-2009, 05:06:21</strong>
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				Trouble eyed her warily.<br><br>"Yeah, okay.&nbsp; You got my attention..."&nbsp; She frowned.&nbsp; "Ain't never likely to be a professional beauty, though, let alone someone's ideal match.&nbsp; Not much else, I hear tell.&nbsp; I reckon this's where ya tell me I hear wrong."
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				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>11-11-2009, 05:44:19</strong>
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				<br>"Quite a few queens were and are not considered pretty, and you are far from ugly."&nbsp; <br><br>"I tell you flatly that there are two things I want to do for you, one make you presentable and two make this into the finest ranch that it can be, but secretly, for when you are old and very rich, you may want to fine a male to share you life with, and I don't want fortune hunters hovering around you."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>11-11-2009, 05:47:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trouble snorted again, but it had the sound of a habitual response rather than anything heartfelt.<br><br>"I guess.&nbsp; Sounds like I'd have to worry 'bout fortune hunters regardless.&nbsp; I mean...who'd want me without this place to sweeten the deal?"<br><br>She cleared her throat.<br><br>"Gonna be puttin' the cat among pigeons enough jus' bein' me as it is."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>11-11-2009, 06:16:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>"Well, I am good at that, I have done my own share of catfooting among the canaries or pigeons in this instance.&nbsp; That is something I am very good at," a deligthful chuckle came from her as if she were sharing a little secret, "but I know nothing of raising children, I have never had any."<br><br>&nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>11-11-2009, 14:49:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				This earned her another long, testing glance from the girl.<br><br>"Guess maybe I should give ya the benefit of the doubt, then, huh?"&nbsp; She turned away, walking over to her own mount, a somewhat worn-looking pinto, and swung herself up into the saddle.<br><br>"One more thing I gotta do, 'fore we head back.&nbsp; I don't mind if ya tag along, but it's kinda personal."<br><br>Easing the pinto into a loose loop, she cantered back along the fence, away from the house, heading toward a copse of nearby trees on an outcrop.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>12-11-2009, 02:14:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you I would like that." <br><br>The&nbsp; Elven bred stallion came up to Alea and gabbing a braided section of his main and leaped onto the back to the tall horse without the use of stirrups.<br><br>She followed Trouble rather than riding next to her, which was a position of trust, and Trouble was not ready to trust yet.&nbsp; Yet the girl had invited to go with her to do the personal things and she was curious.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>12-11-2009, 02:36:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Bringing her mount to a halt just shy of the copse, Trouble glanced at Alea.<br><br>"How well'd ya know the Old Man?"<br><br>Sliding out of the saddle, she knelt to hobble her horse.<br><br>"On account of he was real crotchety about havin' a lot of nosy parkers 'round for this stuff."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>12-11-2009, 03:36:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I never met your Guardian, and I did not know of him until I got the lawyer's letter." <br><br>She dismounted and waited until Trouble invited her to go further.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>12-11-2009, 03:40:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alea knew Moon Dancer would not leave her side until she ordered it, and maybe not even then.<br><br>"And nosey parkers would be....like the Spencers," she took a stab at a guess.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>12-11-2009, 03:51:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Naww.&nbsp; Bobby's all right.&nbsp; He just has his Pa ridin' him like nobody's business, tryin' ta force the issue.&nbsp; That's why his older brother Aubrey already lit out for 'Frisco, or so I hear."<br><br>Patting the pinto's muzzle affectionately, Trouble walked off around the copse.<br><br>"Back in a minute," she called.&nbsp; "Jus' gotta do this."<br><br>Once on the other side, just barely within sight, she swept her hat off and stood for a long moment with her head bowed.&nbsp; When she returned, Alea could see tear tracks down the girl's cheeks.<br><br>"All right," she rasped.&nbsp; "Let's get back to th' house."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>12-11-2009, 04:04:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>It was probably a favorite place of her Guardian, herself or them both, and it reveal another side of the girl and it tugged at Alea's heart.<br><br>Alea says nothing on the ride home, back to the ranch.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>12-11-2009, 04:23:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trouble held her peace as well, wiping the telltale tracks away with the back of one hand before they'd ridden fifty yards.&nbsp; Returning to the ranch house, she waved to some of teh other ranch hands, then took her mount straight to the stables.<br><br>"Guess I'll be seein' ya inside," she commented dryly to Alea.&nbsp; "If'n you'll excuse me, Buster needs a bit of care 'fore supper."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>12-11-2009, 05:35:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;<br>"Who's Buster?"&nbsp; She was going to have to learn all about this girl, right now things seemed to be going fine, but the time would come when they butted heads and maybe even locked horns.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>12-11-2009, 05:46:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trouble almost smiled.<br><br>"Th' horse. This here's Buster Brown."&nbsp; She patted the pinto's flank lightly.&nbsp; "No idea why.&nbsp; That's just her name, near's I can tell.&nbsp; Get on in.&nbsp; I'll be there soon enough."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>12-11-2009, 05:57:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>She knew better than to come between a girl and her horse.&nbsp; "I will have a bath ready for you in your room."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>12-11-2009, 14:36:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Bath?"<br><br>Trouble blushed.<br><br>"Ya mean...like hot water?&nbsp; An' undressed an' all?&nbsp; Th' Ol' Man has a bathtub, but I never really...uhm..."<br><br>This was likely true--as Alea had seen, the arrangements in the master suite did carry many marks of enchantment, and they were likely the most advanced appliances anywhere on the property.&nbsp; Trouble, just like the other ranch-hands, would not likely have enjoyed such luxury.<br><br>And, as a girl, the Half-Orc would have had other hurdles to jump if she wanted to get a bath in town.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>12-11-2009, 18:56:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>"Yes."&nbsp; And with that said so emphatically Alea turns from her, as much as saying, Trouble you will be taking a bath.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>12-11-2009, 19:11:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"But I ain't supposed ta go into th' Ol' Man's room," she called out before shaking her head and tending to her horse.<br><br>Some fifteen minutes later, though, she shyly knocks at the door to the Master Suite, managing somehow to look like a puppy that expects to be scolded over something it doesn't quite understand.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>12-11-2009, 23:03:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>"Just in time," says Alea having prepared the bath a set out her own fluffy towels, soap, and bathoils.&nbsp; <br><br>She opens the door and waits for Trouble to enter.&nbsp; "Yes these are very much a man's room and A dwarfs and well.&nbsp; As your education progresses you will begin to build a sense of what you like and dislike and then you can change things in the room, for it will be yours."<br><br>"Now come and select a scent for your bath."<br><br>She had only put out a few scents, cedar, mint, vanilla, heather and a special blend of fangipani, lily of the valley, vanilla, a bit of lemon and sandalwood, one of her favorites as it only hinted of flowers&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>13-11-2009, 00:41:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Eyeing her warily, Trouble entered, hugging herself closely.&nbsp; Then, as Alea offered here the various scents, she gave each an experimental sniff...then another.<br><br>"How 'bout this one," she pointed to the sandalwood.&nbsp; "Not as...uhm...flowery."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>13-11-2009, 03:43:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sandalwood an excellent s choice for you."&nbsp; She pours the scent into the bath.&nbsp; "Now I am going to teach you the Elven way of bathing.&nbsp; As we soak in a bath after we are clean."&nbsp; Off to the side is an old fashion tin bath and there are buckets of steaming water beside it.<br><br>"Now undress and stand in the tin tub."&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>13-11-2009, 03:56:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Eyeing Alea warily, Trouble disrobed.&nbsp; Strangely, she seemed very shy but not particularly modest...and soon enough, her slender form was bare to the Elf's eyes.&nbsp; She was thin and wiry, small-breasted, well-toned...not a body that would drive men to lustful thoughts, certainly, but neither malformed nor disfigured in any way.&nbsp; Also unlike most Elves, she had body hair...<br><br>With some hesitation, she clambered into the tub.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>13-11-2009, 04:13:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alea tested the water, the magical feathers of the bathroom allowed for a great copper tank of water to produce either hot or cold or a mixture.&nbsp; Satisfied with the temperature, she picked up a large laddle, borrowed from the kitchen and laddled water all over Trouble.&nbsp; Once she was wet. <br><br>Alea handed her a bar of scented soap,&nbsp; "It is sandalwood, with a bit of mint and sage.&nbsp; Wash all over.&nbsp; Over and under," she added.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>13-11-2009, 04:15:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Under?"<br><br>Trouble, guessing her meaning a moment too late, blushed furiously.&nbsp; Then she lathered herself up, shyly turning away from Alea.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>13-11-2009, 04:51:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>"Trouble," Alea says gently, while politely turning to the side, "I know the human society has certain....morals or taboos that concern nudity, We Elves have nothing like that.&nbsp; The body in its natural form, unclothed is a work of art.&nbsp; I am afarid early Christian writers, were patriarchal, and they wrote the bible showing women in a poor light, it was away of trying to stamp out what had been a powerful religions based on the Female deities of the time, Aestarte, Innana, Ishtar, and Isis.&nbsp; In fact female dieties were among the first, and the power of creation given them exalted them above men."&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>13-11-2009, 04:53:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ain't that.&nbsp; I ain't Christian.&nbsp; I ain't nothin' in particular...but..."<br><br>She blushed even harder.<br><br>"Ain't used ta bein' undressed 'round anyone else, neither."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>13-11-2009, 05:02:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>"Later you will have lady's maids to attend you, but for now I will ease your timidness by turning my back until you fell less troubled.&nbsp; Now be sure to wash you hair, as well."<br><br>While Trouble washes her hair, Alea lays a thick towel in the ground and when Trouble is all soaped up she uses ladles of water to rinse her off and from the top of her head to her feet.&nbsp; Alea directs her to make sure that she opens her legs to allow the water to rinse away all the soap.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>13-11-2009, 14:32:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trouble cooperated, if a little awkwardly.<br><br>"Whaddya mean, maids?&nbsp; I c'n dress myself jus' fine!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>14-11-2009, 04:09:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"In the type of clothes you wear now, of course you can dress yourself, but certain clothes a lady wears will need the aid of another and most gowns have from 30 to 50 tiny buttons up the back."<br><br>"But that will come later for now, you may step from the tin bath to the big bath, and there you can just soak, though not for to long."<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>14-11-2009, 04:23:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trouble snorted softly.<br><br>"And I suppose I gotta wear one of them fancy ballgowns, don't I?"<br><br>She carefully manuvered herself from small tub to large, sinking into the water with a long, low groan of animal pleasure as the hot water eased some of her tension away.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>17-11-2009, 05:06:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>While Trouble soaks Alea takes a soft brush and begins to brush her hair and she begins to sing lowly as she does.&nbsp; She feels Trouble relaxing because of the bath ans because of the brushing.&nbsp; Little does Trouble know that magic is being worked on her hair as it grows and becomes finer.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-11-2009, 14:56:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Half-orc started a little when Alea began to brush out her hair, and grumbled someting about not being used to having anyone wait on her, but she didn't openly protest or pull away.<br><br>"...don' gotta do that," she managed after a while.&nbsp; "I already know it's a mess."<br><br>She blushed softly.<br><br>"This's kinda awkard," she whispered.&nbsp; "Havin' someone here while I'm in th' all-together an' all."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>19-11-2009, 02:39:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>"Will when I am done with it it won't be such a mess."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>19-11-2009, 02:40:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I dunno," the girl sighed.&nbsp; "It's at least easier to deal with, this way.&nbsp; Never havin' ta worry about style or fashion or the right hat..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>19-11-2009, 02:45:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Time will come for that."<br><br>While Trouble soaks two of Alea's handmaidens enter the room and two of her lackeys carry in a massage table.&nbsp; The lackeys as the handmaidens set up a side table with lotions and oils. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>19-11-2009, 02:58:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trouble immediately tried to sink lower in the bath as the attendants entered, crossing her hands over her chest and blushing furiously.<br><br>"Hey!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>21-11-2009, 19:33:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You will have to learn to ignore them.&nbsp; It is part of you new station in like to not show emotions to your servants."<br><br>Alea twists Troubles now long and silky hair on top of her head and secures it with a comb.<br><br>"Now finish you soak and then it will be time for a massage."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>21-11-2009, 19:39:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Servants?&nbsp; I c'n take care of myself," she pouted.&nbsp; "I <em>like</em> takin' care of myself!"<br><br>She crossed her arms with a huff.&nbsp; She seemed not to have noticed her hair yet.<br><br>"What's a massage?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>21-11-2009, 19:48:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>"Of course you can take care of yourself, but a lady learns to accept help."&nbsp; Trouble crossing her arms in a show of some defiance.<br><br>A massage is something delightfully wonderful and relaxing.&nbsp; Now up and out," and two of the maids come forward with large towels to help dry Trouble.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>21-11-2009, 19:53:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trouble rose, blushing awkwardly and eyeing the maids warily.&nbsp; She submitted to being dried with relatively few protests, but seemed shy about body contact...<br><br>"There ya go again!&nbsp; I ain't no lady.&nbsp; I'm just me."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>21-11-2009, 21:49:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, just me is going to learn about being a lady."&nbsp; Alea's tone took a firmer edge.<br><br>"Now lay down of the padded table, and experience some of what ladies can have that "just me" does not have."&nbsp; One of the maids wraps a bath sheet about Trouble.<br><br>There is a sheet on the table and she is directed to lay on her belly and then the sheet is unwrapped and and laid over her.<br><br>"Tell Hilda she is ready."<br><br>Hilda was a big Nordic girl with the hands of steel, it came from milking cows on her father's farm from a very early age.<br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>21-11-2009, 21:54:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trouble did, still glancing at the maids and blushing...but Alea's sharper tone had the desired effect of stilling the girl's protests.&nbsp; She lay on her belly and tilted her head to one side, breathing shallowly.&nbsp; Having the sheet draped over her wiry form seemed to comfort her, because her breathing slowed and deepened.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>21-11-2009, 22:03:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Alea nods to Hilda after dropping in some scented oils into the massage oil.&nbsp; Then and the young woman began to massage Trouble for head to toe, first her back and then her front.<br><br>"Little girl will have big bosoms when she grow up,"&nbsp; comments Hilda and she now works on Troubles front.&nbsp; "She also has good hips and muscles for birthing babies."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>21-11-2009, 22:14:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trouble groaned, first with the unfamiliar feeling of strong hands on her body, then with the painful process of relaxation.&nbsp; Hilda's critique of her slender, boyish form barely registered against the sudden, uncomfortable awareness of how her body responded to touch and release of tension.<br><br>"D-don' wanna..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>21-11-2009, 22:29:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Alea noticed a number of things as Hilda worked on Trouble, one was that fact that her still juvenile breasts and nipples swelled to her touch and another was how her hips moved as Hilda massaged her upper thighs and lower abdomen.<br><br>"Good Trouble, the whole idea of a massage is to relax your body."&nbsp; <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>21-11-2009, 22:31:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trouble groaned quietly and did her best to comply, but the blonde kept finding new adhesions and ticklish-sore places!&nbsp; Plus there was the unfamiliar tightening and building heat in her belly and the way her nipples stiffened and ached...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>21-11-2009, 22:35:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>An hour later Hilda finished, "Thank you Hilda, you may go now."<br><br>"So Trouble, how did you like the massage?"<br><br>Alea was curious and wanted to know if Trouble had felt her body reacting erotically.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>21-11-2009, 22:36:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trouble gave a weak whimper and rolled her head over to face Alea.<br><br>"I...uhm...that was...I feel...I feel kinda funny."<br><br>A few tears trickled down her cheek, unheeded.<br><br>"All tight and tingly and...and...stuff."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>21-11-2009, 22:42:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>"Where?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>21-11-2009, 22:44:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trouble put one trembling hand on her belly.<br><br>"H-here...and...uhm...down there..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>21-11-2009, 22:52:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>"Well, Trouble, that is because you are becoming a woman, those feeling are a part of growing up."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>21-11-2009, 22:59:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trouble moaned softly, her hand slipping further down to cup herself through the sheet.<br><br>"...aahhh...f-feels...funny."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>21-11-2009, 23:15:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It is odd to you now, but it can feel so much better."&nbsp; Alea said as she moved up beside Trouble.&nbsp; "Would you like to know how good it can feel.?"<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>21-11-2009, 23:41:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Opening her eyes, Trouble gazed up at Alea, puzzled and unsure, but the Elf could see the desire sparking there, the almost naked <em>want</em> behind the questions.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>22-11-2009, 00:30:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>"You are old enough to learn of erotic pleasure, that is if you want to.&nbsp; Humans had a far to prudish view of it while elves consider it a part of maturing, and not just limited between married couples.&nbsp; Frankly humans are far to male oriented.&nbsp; Did you know if you married that you would be owed by your husband and that your fortune becomes theirs."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-11-2009, 00:34:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trouble swallowed nervously, nodding.<br><br>"Y-yeah, that's why...any man askin' would be after the land and stuff, not...not...me..."<br><br>She turned away, hugging herself with one arm across her small breasts.<br><br>"I ain't that young," she grumbled.&nbsp; "I'm eighteen..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>22-11-2009, 01:00:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>"Remember, you have Elven blood, you mature slower.&nbsp; How old do you think I am?"<br><br>Most looking at her as a human would guess 20 to 24 and no older.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-11-2009, 03:37:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Dunno. And it ain't polite to ask," Trouble mumbled, shutting her eyes.&nbsp; "Don't look much older'n me, though..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>22-11-2009, 05:17:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I am over a hundred, and I will look this way in a hundred years."<br><br>"Now, young lady, would you like to know about those feelins of yours?"<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-11-2009, 05:36:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Y-yes," Trouble whispered, blushing furiously, not daring to look at Alea.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>22-11-2009, 08:13:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>"Come," She wraps the sheet around Trouble and leads her into the bedroom.&nbsp; She waves at the maids and they leave the room.<br><br>"Please sit on the bed,"&nbsp; already iit had been changed, the silk sheets and down blankets were Alea's.&nbsp; "up by the pillows."&nbsp; There were a pile of pillows on the bed."<br><br>"Trouble, I am going to teach you about your body, at anytime you feel uncomfortable, you must tell me.&nbsp; We will use a word, that you can use to tell me when I must stop. You may not understand why for now but a word is needed.&nbsp; Let's say......Blessing.&nbsp; Yes, that is a good word.&nbsp; One I doubt that you would use normally."<br><br>&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-11-2009, 17:02:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trouble remained obedient, if wary and puzzled, for thus far doing as Alea asked had not brought her to worse than some minor embarrassment.&nbsp; She sat on the bed by the pillows and, after studying the Elven lady's face for a moment, nodded her understanding.<br><br>"Ain't a word I'd use, period.&nbsp; No reason to.&nbsp; So, yeah, if'n that means stop..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>22-11-2009, 18:34:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>"Now I am going to touch you, it will teach you where on your body these FEELINGS are stimulated."&nbsp; Alea takes up one of Trouble,s hands and starts with feather touched on the back of the hand, and the wrist and then slowly working up to her elbo on the inside and hen to her shoulder.&nbsp; At each point she waits and watches for Troubles reactions. ::)<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-11-2009, 18:39:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Unwillingly, Trouble squirmed and giggled as the feather stroked her skin.<br><br>"That tickles!"<br><br>Yet she did not pull away, even as her legs part in a vain attempt to dig into the bed to give her traction...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>22-11-2009, 18:50:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alea smiles and slowing move up her shoulder and to the deep V of her longish neck, definitely a mark of her Elven blood, and then softly, gently up to the base of her ear.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-11-2009, 19:10:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shutting her eyes, Trouble whimpered a little louder, squirming delightfully...her feet kicking slowly, vainly seeking purchase as the feathertip traced her sensitive neck and ear.<br><br>"Oohhhhhh..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>22-11-2009, 20:13:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Alea pauses, a soft smile on her lips, Elves years were a very erotic area.&nbsp; She waits for Trouble remark on the sensual feelings her body was showing.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-11-2009, 20:17:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"T-tickles," the girl breathed again, her hips rolling.&nbsp; "F-feels...ahhhh...so good..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>22-11-2009, 20:46:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>She rubbed a little harder while she trail her second hand travels down Troubles neck to the hollow of her throat and then down, moving the now unheld sheet out of the way to the hollow between her breasts.&nbsp; Her second hand swirls about one breast and she slowly her fingers spiral inward to Trouble's nipple.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-11-2009, 20:48:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Half-Orc moaned even louder, her back arching a little in an unconscious attempt to bring her nipple closer to those fingers!<br><br>"...feels funny, down there...kinda wet..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>22-11-2009, 21:00:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>"Is it a pleasant kind of funny?" :P Alea asked. She now takes her second hand to do the same for Trouble's second breast.&nbsp; <br><br>"Trouble, lean back on the pillows and raise you knees." <br><br>As she does Alea pulls away the sheet and continues her erotic stimulation of Trouble's breasts and belly.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-11-2009, 21:05:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"...feels good," Trouble whimpered, obeying Alea and pulling her knees up.&nbsp; "Ohhhh..."<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>22-11-2009, 21:09:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>"Do you want me to go on?" it was a question she already knew the answer to, Trouble was ripe and ready for sex.&nbsp; Her young body squirmed with growing passions.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-11-2009, 21:20:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Y-y-yes, please?"<br><br>Trouble shifted, tilting her head to the other side, her blush spreading down to her chest.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>22-11-2009, 21:44:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Alea begins to move one hand down the center of Troubles squirming body and towards her hairless mound, again, like Elves the only hair she had was on her face.&nbsp; It would save the pain of waxing.&nbsp; She then fingers around her mound moving closer and closer to her button of passion.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-11-2009, 21:47:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gasping, Trouble rolled her hips again.<br><br>"Wha...what are you doing?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>22-11-2009, 22:25:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>"I am teaching you about the place on your body that give you pleasure."&nbsp; Alea said softly.&nbsp; "And you body is telling me you like it."<br><br>Her hands then slide down and she spreads Trouble's legs wider, then slowly trails her fingers back up the insides of the thighs until the touch her damp and slightly swollen nether lips.<br><br>"Most have the same areas, but some spots are more productive that others."&nbsp; she takes the tender skin of one side of her labial and squeezes it and then the other. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-11-2009, 22:31:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trouble's eyes flew open.<br><br>"Ahhh!&nbsp; Not there!&nbsp; That's...!"<br><br>But she does not yet invoke the safe-word, and Alea can tell the girl is practically dripping with want and need.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>22-11-2009, 22:55:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;<br>That is the entrance of you womanhood, and one of the most sensitive of areas for women."<br><br>Gently Alea spreads Trouble's swelling nether lips and then with her other hand slips a finger in from her mound towards her button of pleasure.&nbsp; She keeps all her movement feathery light for now.&nbsp; With training Trouble could be a great courtesan, her sensitivity was excellent and her movements, for a neophyte, were strong and sensuous. <br><br>Because of her massage Trouble's body was still a bit oily between her legs and with her own cream now dripping from her body, Trouble was more that ready to go on.&nbsp; Removing her hand from her neather lips Alea tucks a thick bolster under Trouble's hips, tilting her pelvis to make for easier access to her womanhood.<br><br>Finally Alea feels the hard nubbin of Trouble's clitoris, it is large and well formed. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-11-2009, 23:01:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trouble responded in a most gratifying manner, gasping for breath and making the sweetest, most arousing little noises of innocent pleasure.&nbsp; As Alea probed, she found that for whatever reason, Trouble's hymen had already been broken--probably from strenuous work in the saddle, as was known to happen.<br><br>Alea's touch on her clit brought a soft cry to the girl's lips, and she squirmed even more.<br><br>"Oh!&nbsp; Oh,&nbsp; my...!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>22-11-2009, 23:05:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Alea intensifies her rubbing of Trouble's clit, and then takes one hand and reaches back up to Trouble's heaving breasts and alternatly rubs and lightly pinches her swollen hard nipples.<br><br>"Do you like this?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-11-2009, 23:10:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The girl cried out again.<br><br>"Yes!&nbsp; Ohhhh...so good..."<br><br>Tears leaked between her tightly shut eyelids as she squirmed under Alea's touch.<br><br>"What...what is this?&nbsp; I never..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>22-11-2009, 23:23:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Alea continued after letting Trouble take in the fullness of her own passions.&nbsp; Then her fingers worked her harder, rubbing and lightly pinching her clit and harder pinches on her nipples.&nbsp; Trouble was mature enough to experience an orgasm and Alea was going to give it to her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-11-2009, 23:44:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It did not take the young woman long to climax, her back arching as she cried out wordlessly, overwhelmed by the novelty of erotic pleasure...and just as soon caught up in a brief storm of emotional weeping as the sheer joy battered down her defenses, leaving her kitten-weak and puppy-affectionate.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>23-11-2009, 00:33:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>A wave of her hands leaves the bed clean and dry, and then Alea just holds Trouble in her arms until she calms down from her first experience with "Sharing".
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>23-11-2009, 00:34:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trouble whimpered weakly, leaning into Alea.<br><br>"Wh-what was that?&nbsp; I felt like...I dunno what I felt like, but...that was..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>23-11-2009, 01:14:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>"That child is called an orgasm, by humans, it is what females feel when they are properly stimulated sexually.&nbsp; It is what a male should do for a female, it is the pinnacle of sexual enjoyment."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>23-11-2009, 01:19:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ah...and...and how often does that happen?"&nbsp; Trouble gave a soft snort.&nbsp; "Can't imagine most boys 'round here knowin' about this well enough ta be worth th' worry..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>23-11-2009, 01:54:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Seeing Trouble's reactions have left Alea wanting.&nbsp; "Trouble, would you like to see what it is like between a man and a woman.<br><br>(Ok turnabout is fair Play :P)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>23-11-2009, 02:00:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I...I don't know."<br><br>The Half-Orc blushed shyly.<br><br>"Is it as good as that?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>23-11-2009, 02:10:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>"It can be with a sharing partner, but for this time, you will just be watching, I will share with a male tonight and you can see what it could be like."<br><br>Now,..." she almost said Trouble but she heartily disliked the nick name, "name me something you like very much, something that seems to fill you heart with strong feelings."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>23-11-2009, 02:40:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I...uhm..."<br><br>Trouble cleared her throat softly.<br><br>"What ya jus' did comes mighty close.&nbsp; But ya want somethin' else, don'tcha?"<br><br>She managed a smile.<br><br>"The view from the Ol' Man's grave is pretty nice, right around sunset on a clear day."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>23-11-2009, 03:15:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>"Yes it was beautiful, and we will ride out together each night to view it."&nbsp; <br><br>"From here on out you are not longer Trouble, you are "Annundil", it means One Who Loves Sunset.&nbsp; It will do until we learn your true name."<br><br>"Now rest and and then we will dress for dinner"&nbsp; She rubs Trouble's cheek and covers her with a down quilt from the bottom of the bed.&nbsp; "My chef is an excellent cook."<br><br>(by the way what is the year of this game? I need to know for fashions.&nbsp; :) )
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>23-11-2009, 03:20:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The girl blinked.<br><br>"You sure?&nbsp; Been called Trouble since I was...well, born, pretty much.&nbsp; Ain't much of a legacy, but it's all I got." She sighed.&nbsp; "Not that I mind.&nbsp; It sounds real pretty and all, but I don't know if I'm much of an Anno...Anny...uhm, Annundil."<br><br><br><br>(1870 should work as a reference)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>23-11-2009, 06:01:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"An <strong>noon</strong> dil" she repeats it.<br><br>Later she dresses Annundil for dinner in a dress that had been one of hers, with a bit of magic soon fit Annundil. It was of the latest paris fashions, in tan and brown, which lessened the tanned complexion of Annundil.&nbsp; Her hair, now long and silky was brought up in a simple style of bound with a hair clip, the rest was braided and coiled up into loops.&nbsp; A bit of rogue and lip color and finally Alea let Annundil see herself in a mirror.<br><br>Dinner included the captain of her ship and the first mate and it was carried out without much of the fancy manners, specifically for Annundil's ease.&nbsp; Later after dinner, the First Mate went back to the ship, as Alea had invited the captain to "Share" with her.&nbsp; While the men had their port and time to chat, Alea told Annundil to dress comfortably and she prepared a place where Annundil could watch what went on between a man and women.<br><br>(Guess whoi is the Captain.)<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>23-11-2009, 14:50:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trouble (for such was how she still thought of herself, new Elven name notwithstanding) could only gawp in amazement at the transformation before her eyes.&nbsp; She was still no Professional Beauty, and never would be, but her reflection showed a young society woman, a touch exotic for all her pleasantly plain features.<br><br>"That ain't me, is it?"<br><br>She remained in front of the mirror as long as Alea would permit, turning this way and that, trying to take it all in.<br><br>Of course, she still walked like a boy, and managed to escape embarrassing lapses of politesse at supper mostly by mimicking Alea as much as possible.&nbsp; She kept her mouth shut, letting the others talk...<br><br>(Hmmm.&nbsp; Let me guess.&nbsp; He looks like a certain Sultan, neh?)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>24-11-2009, 00:05:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Captain Valeron was a Gold Elf, and was very much the Adonis in the Mililtary.&nbsp; He was 6'4", broad shouldered and muscular, there were stories that he had a gold dragon ancestor.&nbsp; He was wearing the ships uniform of gray and gold, at dinner, which only set off his wide shoulders and narrow hips, and his tight pants clung to his well muscled legs.&nbsp; &nbsp;His waist length golden blond hair was loose tonight and caught back with a clip and the back of his head.&nbsp; his skin was lightly tanned, in of the reasons his crew had nicknamed the "The Golden Eagle".&nbsp; During he meal his bright violet eyes undressed Alea and she knew he was doing it.&nbsp; They were not lovers per say, but they had shared on a number of occasions, and Valeron was a consummate lover in that respect.&nbsp; He was wonderful at making Alea reach the pinnacle of sexual pleasure.<br><br>As per Alea's instructions conversation was limited to life out here, and what types of weather they would have, what hunting was available, etc. <br><br>The time came for the evening to end and Alea set up a place where Annundil could watch, she tried to tell herself this was for the girl's education, but she knew it was for her, seeing Annundil in the throws of her first orgasm reminded her how long it had been since she had felt one.<br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>24-11-2009, 00:24:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Awkwardly, Trouble hid herself as Alea had instructed, and hugged herself nervously.&nbsp; She had not wanted to say anything at supper, since she knew it would be rude to do so, but she had not liked the Captain...there was nothing she could put her finger on, nothing she could explain, but he gave her a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach and it was all she could do to remain at the table.<br><br>Now, she bit her lip to stay quiet, her eyes lingering on Alea's form.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>24-11-2009, 03:55:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Alea, dimmed the fairy lights she had set up instead of the kerosene lanterns that were typical for the ranch.&nbsp; She went to the balcony and looked out over the moonlit landscape, here elven eyes took in the what human eyes missed.&nbsp; She waited for the footsteps of Valeron entering the room.<br><br>She had told Annundil that if she felt too uncomfortable about what would be happening, she had a way out, by going into a dressing room off the bedroom and then out into the hall by another door.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>24-11-2009, 14:38:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hidden from view, mostly, Trouble waited for the Great Mystery to be revealed and solved, mostly so that she could retreat to her rooms and get out of this blasted corset--ladylike?&nbsp; Ha!&nbsp; She preferred her familiar trousers and shirt.&nbsp; You couldn't ride in this get up, or even move fast in an emergency.<br><br>She frowned, mulling over the odd new name.&nbsp; Annydull?&nbsp; Annundil.&nbsp; What would that matter?&nbsp; She was Trouble, always had been.&nbsp; It'd take more than a new hairdo and some fancy clothes for people to ignore her Orc blood!<br><br>At long last the Golden Eagle swept in, voicing some idle apologies about last minute matters detaining him overlong, yadda yadda yadda.&nbsp; The girl barely suppressed an impulse to stick her tongue out at him...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>24-11-2009, 19:12:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Alea turned toward him, bathed in the silvery moonlight.&nbsp; She had no pretensions as to what Valeron was like, there was no love in this sharing, at this point there was only her need, but she waited on him.<br><br>One day she might fine one to truly share her life and herself with, and mate, and hopeful, as in rare cases, a bondmate.<br><br>&nbsp;<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>24-11-2009, 19:21:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mouthing his empty praises and platitudes, he crossed the room to take her in his arms, his lips seeking hers...and while there was nothing deep and meaningful in the act, no close emotional bond or anything that might be taken as such, he was skilled at the arts involved.&nbsp; Soon enough he kissed her lips, her neck, her ears, murmuring all the right pleasantries and waiting the customary amount of time before reaching to undo her corset and caress her flesh.<br><br>"Shall I have you, lady?"<br><br>(Unseen, Trouble took her leave...less disturbed by the actions she had witnessed than the seeming manipulation involved, nausea rising in her at the thought of someone, anyone, <em>pretending</em> to care for the sake of so selfish a desire.)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>24-11-2009, 20:26:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>If her need were not so strong she would have said no, but she let him go on and her body flamed at his touch.&nbsp; Yet the word was hard to say and when it came out is was just a flat, "Yes."<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>24-11-2009, 20:41:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He laughed and bent to kiss her neck again, his hands slipping down her back, guiding her to the bed one step at a time.<br><br>(Elsewhere, Trouble grudgingly accepted the help of one of&nbsp; Alea's maids in undressing, then dismissed the woman with the wave of a hand.&nbsp; Sliding between her bedclothes in naught but a thin shift, she lay on her side and curled into a ball, and lay awake for a time, mulling over all that had happened.)<br><br>Getting Alea on the bed, the Captain became less restrained, guiding the lady's hands to his belt as he worked her dress open and off.<br><br>"Who was the little Orc-blooded girl, again," he asked, too lightly.&nbsp; "A pet, perhaps?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>24-11-2009, 21:23:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Alea undid his pants and almost mechanically slid them down his hips and thighs.&nbsp; She moved to make it easier for him to undress her.<br><br>"She is my Ward," Alea said flatly and then added with a distinct firmness, "and not for you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>24-11-2009, 21:26:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Why would I want her," he chuckled, "when you're here?&nbsp; Besides, she's not nearly old enough, by the look of her."<br><br>His lips followed his hands, and soon enough he had her bare...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>24-11-2009, 21:38:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Yes, she was there, and wishing she were a thousand miles away, but her body was in need and need drove her to stay.&nbsp; <br><br>Alea had worked off his shirt and pants, so he was soon as bare as she. <br>&nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>24-11-2009, 21:46:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He coaxed her back onto the bed, then joined her...and it was good, very good, in a distant and detached sort of way.&nbsp; He certainly knew his way around a woman's body in ways that some men did not, and he did his utmost (his ego-stroking utmost, she might have thought) to bring her to her peak before succumbing himself.<br><br>Afterwards, he kissed her cheek and made a show of reluctance before clambering out of bed again, dressing hurriedly.<br><br>"Much as I'd like to stay, I must get back.&nbsp; Must make sure the lads are keeping to their duties in proper order and all.&nbsp; Would you do me the honor of coming to breakfast tomorrow?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>24-11-2009, 22:31:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>"I will," replied Alea. "as I wish to the ship prepared for a journey East and then east again."&nbsp; <br><br>Alea mind hit on and number of things starting with Annundil education, and sophistication and then moving on to delving into her mystery and why Lionheart wanted her dead.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>25-11-2009, 00:14:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Meanwhile, well away from the brief tryst, Annundil found herself shyly exploring her body, blushing as her fingers danced around one nipple...remembering dimly the way her new guardian had helped her feel earlier, she bit her lower lip.&nbsp; That certainly hadn't felt manipulative!&nbsp; Or cruel.&nbsp; Or dispassionate...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>25-11-2009, 01:04:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Magic made for a quick cleanup and then restless and ill at ease, first she went to a small writing table and made a list of places she wanted to go and things she wanted Annundil to see.&nbsp; As far as supplies and provisions, she would leave that in the hands of her purser.&nbsp; When all had been set down she got up to go to check on Annundil.&nbsp; She had hear her leave early, not sure why she had left so early, as she had a more earth carnal nature, of that she was sure.<br><br>If there was one thing she was going to do for that girl was find someone who could love her for herself.&nbsp; She slipped on a diaphanous robe and went silently to Annundil's room.<br><br>She put silence on the door as she opened is and slipped softfootedly into the room. <br><br>&nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>25-11-2009, 02:19:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Huddled innocently in bed, Trouble moaned softly as her nipple hardened.&nbsp; Pinching it lightly, she gasped at the sudden jolt of pleasure that went straight to her core...<br><br>Did she notice the door swinging open?&nbsp; She did not.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>25-11-2009, 03:18:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Alea stops dead as she heard the moan from Annundil.&nbsp; She knew instantly what the girl was doing.&nbsp; Alea had awakened Annundil's passions and the girl was now exploring her own pleasure points.&nbsp; It was probably do to her Orc blood, they were well known as lusty and they did not care who and what they would use to assuage their lust.<br><br>It is she who stands in the shadows and watches as Annundil pleasures herself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>25-11-2009, 03:31:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Soon Annundil slid one hand between her slender thighs to rub the warm, wet, sweet spot there, gasping even louder and blushing furiously at her own noises of arousal.<br><br>Worse, the few glimpses of Alea that she got earlier kept coming to mind, and soon her soft noises of pleasure were joined by ashamed whimpers...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>25-11-2009, 05:13:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Alea was torn between going to the girl and letting her continue thinking she was alone.&nbsp; She heard her moans of passion intermixed with uncertainty.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>25-11-2009, 14:50:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rolling onto her back, the girl rubbed herself faster and faster, as though the pleasure might somehow drive the shame away...but the faster she played, the sharper the memories of Alea's hands on her body grew!&nbsp; Sobbing quietly, Trouble brought herself closer, closer still.<br><br>"N-not her!&nbsp; Not...not women.."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>25-11-2009, 19:43:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Alea's heart went out to the girl, and then she moved forward, sat gently on the edge of Annundil's bed and took her in her arms.&nbsp; <br><br>"I am here, Annu," she said softly taking the girl's shoulders and bringing her body up onto her lap. "be at ease."<br><br>Alea cast a sphere of silence about the bed and then with one arm holding her the other moved down to replace Annu's hand rubbing her clit,&nbsp; Alea's long slender fingers quickly found her nubbin of delight and continued to bring Annu the release she sought.&nbsp; <br><br>Somehow Annu had linked her to the passion she sought, it was as if she were Arwen'melya'inyarim,&nbsp; :o a "Lady who loves females"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>25-11-2009, 20:11:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The girl squeaked in alarm, sitting up and yanking her hands away even as Alea sat and embraced her.<br><br>"B-but...it's...ahhhh...n-not supposed to...w-with girls..."<br><br>Yet Alea's touch relaxed and comforted, even as it pleasured, and soon enough the young woman was moaning softly again, her fears forgotten in the rush of the moment.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>25-11-2009, 20:35:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Damned Victorian morals, thought Alea, among elves there was nothing wrong with sharing between two of the same sex.&nbsp; As Annu relaxed she was able to fondle a breast and to rub and lightly pinch a nipple.&nbsp; As Annu began to peak, Alea bent her head and sucked on her other nipple.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>25-11-2009, 20:42:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Clutching at Alea, the girl peaked noisily, her tears of release and shame flowing freely as she went limp against the older woman.<br><br>"Oh...ohhhh..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>26-11-2009, 02:18:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Alea was glad to have up up the silence spell, the girl was decidedly vocal in her passion, many men liked that.&nbsp; Victorian women were taught to just lie there and let the man do his thing, and not to expect to have any reciprocal sexual release.<br><br>"Shhhh,&nbsp; Shhhh, Little Annu, everything is perfectly normal.&nbsp; No need for tears."<br><br>Given the girl's upbringing in the household of the old Dwarf, Alea had no idea where Annu had gotten the idea of sharing between women being wrong.<br><br>SHe waited a until the girl was back to herself. "Why did you say,&nbsp; B-but...it's...ahhhh...n-not supposed to...w-with girls...&nbsp; Who told you that?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>26-11-2009, 03:47:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trouble whimpered.<br><br>"Isn't it?&nbsp; I mean, not that I know much, 'cause nobody tells me much, but...it ain't right!&nbsp; Wouldn't be such a scandal otherwise, would it?"<br><br>She was short on specifics, but as her rambling denials continued, Alea learned that there has been a local flurry of comment on the matter a few years back when a pair of widows who were 'lifetime companions' were accused of being closer than mere friends, and the opprobrium of her elders had rubbed off on the girl.&nbsp; She was very clear that the Old Man had not been one of those who disapproved, but as he hadn't exactly discussed the matter with her, she was still fumbling her way through the matter.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>26-11-2009, 05:03:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>"Annu."&nbsp; Alea says matter of factually, "Humans have those ideas about morals, it is something that has grown out of a Patriarchal societies, those who put men first, as the many of the newer religions have put forth, but before the idea of the Male centric religions, the first of religions were centered around females.&nbsp; Females were the one who could create children.&nbsp; At that time the concept of mating was not known to be the cause of a female to bear young."<br><br>As far as Elves, we have nothing against female and female sharing and male and male sharing, ot like tonight, male and female sharing.&nbsp; We even had a term for ladies who love females, Arwen'melya'inyarim."<br><br>" I would not think you have the experience to call yourself that yet, as you do not know what it is like to share with a male."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>26-11-2009, 05:06:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"B-but I'm not an Elf," Trouble moaned, shivering in Alea's arms.&nbsp; "And he was...I didn't like him.&nbsp; I <em>don't</em> like him!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>26-11-2009, 05:29:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>"You are some part Elf, but that is not the point, the point is that there is more than one way to look at this feeling you have."<br><br>She waits for that to sink in.<br><br>"Now this he you don't like, who is he?"&nbsp; Alea thinks she might be referring to one of the sons of the local rancher.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>28-11-2009, 01:39:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trouble squirmed a bit more at the very suggestion that she might possibly have Elf blood.&nbsp; To distract herself, she tackled Alea's other question instead.<br><br>"Your Captain," she admitted.&nbsp; "I don't like him.&nbsp; He's...I don't rightly reckon I can tell ya why.&nbsp; Don't make much sense nohow.&nbsp; But I don't care for him two bits worth of warm spit."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>28-11-2009, 02:58:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Alea make a half-hearted, "Tsk," and then says, "no, he is definitely not the lover type, unless it is as a lover of himself."<br><br>"I did not invite him to share for any feeling I had for him, quite the contrary, but he is very good as what he does." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>28-11-2009, 05:14:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Orc-blood gave a funny little sigh.<br><br>"Izzat so?&nbsp; Guess y'all have a much more relaxed view of it all...but then, ya said so already."<br><br>She snuggled closer, nuzzling Alea's breasts.<br><br>"Don't know if'n I could do that, just enjoy someone I didn't care for all that much."<br><br>Too late, she realized what she said and blushed horribly, almost pulling away with a quiet gasp.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>28-11-2009, 05:28:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When Annu innocently nuzzled her breasts, a blush pinked Alea's face, something that really happened to her.&nbsp; <br><br>"Annu..."she started to say and then had to think what is was she was going to say. "Annu, I know things are different between our peoples, I hopefully will be able to help you bridge to gap of differences so you can choose you own path.&nbsp; You will be rich and I am going to make you richer, not only in money and property, but in knowledge, for knowledge is power."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>28-11-2009, 05:42:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ain't got a people," the girl mumbled.&nbsp; "I'm a betwixt-an'-between.&nbsp; Ain't human, ain't Orc.&nbsp; I'm jus' me."<br><br>She reached out, probably meaning to push herself away using Alea's shoulder, but her hand found the Elf's breast instead.<br><br>"Oh!&nbsp; S-sorry...!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>28-11-2009, 06:00:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>"Its ok, Annu,"&nbsp; Alea took her hand and held it while she pushed away the memories of Valeron's hands on her breasts, "and you are very right when you said, I'm jus' me.&nbsp; Life has nothing to do with what people you belong to, because it is all your decision as to who you are and what you are.&nbsp; You are Annundil for now, not Trouble, for Trouble was the old you, and when you become the you, you want to be, you will earn a new name."<br><br>&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>28-11-2009, 06:12:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I don' understand!&nbsp; A name's a name, ain't it?"<br><br>Her lower lip trembled as the girl blushed and did her best to avoid Alea's eyes.&nbsp; The poor creature was so clearly caught between what she wanted and what she thought she ought not do!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>28-11-2009, 06:24:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>"Leave the names for now, understanding will come later.&nbsp; And I don't mind if you touch me, I am not a Victorian prude."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>28-11-2009, 06:33:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shyly, Trouble gave Alea a squeeze, testing the Elf's response.&nbsp; Even more shyly, she opened those green, green eyes to watch.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>28-11-2009, 06:41:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Alea smiled, this poor child was starved for affection, Alea doubted that she have anything like affection in all her life.&nbsp; No wonder Annu gravitated to her, as she may have been the first one to show her affection, not that it was that much, but compared to nothing is was a great deal more than Annu was used to.<br><br>Unfortunately the response it awoke in Alea was a motherly one.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>28-11-2009, 06:53:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Licking her lips nervously, Trouble bent to kiss Alea's breast, lips following her fingers across the older woman's skin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 03:12:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Alea held back any show of surprise as Annu's fingers and kisses crossed her breast.&nbsp; Poor child probably was bottle fed and never knew a wet nurse, being part Orc she would have been shunned by humans, and definitely elves.&nbsp; Alea doubt there was any sort of motherly affection shown her either.&nbsp; It just made Alea more determined to find out about Annu.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 03:16:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Unsure of what else to do, Trouble kept sucking on the other woman's breasts for a few moments, then shyly reached down to stroke Alea's thighs and mound with her fingers, questing gingerly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 03:23:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>"Annu," Alea said softly, "is this what you want to do?&nbsp; Or is it your own need for sexual release?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 03:29:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Huh?&nbsp; I...uhm...I don't know," the girl said, sounding very lost and alone.&nbsp; "But it ain't right, to jus' take without...without givin' and..."<br><br>She blushed.<br><br>"Yer so pretty an' all..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 03:37:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>"Thank you Annu," she says brushing&nbsp; a stay lock of her now long hair to the side.&nbsp; "remember you may stop at any time, I know this is all new to you," and is was to her, for she was one who never sought out another female for sexual gradification.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 03:39:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I..."<br><br>The Half-orc blushed.<br><br>"Don' wanna stop," she whispered.&nbsp; "Don' wanna...but..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 03:50:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>"Go on Annu,"&nbsp; she replied, I give you the choice."&nbsp; To show the girl she meant it she moved her hand to her nipple and then left it there.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 04:06:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Biting her lower lip, Trouble gave Alea's nipple a gentle pinch, watching the Elf's response with wide, wondering, oddly innocent eyes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 04:21:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Alea, having recently made love was still sensative and quickly responsive.&nbsp; Annu could feel the nipple harden and Alea caught her breath as her breast throbbed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 04:28:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Giggling nervously, Annundil bent to kiss Alea's breasts again, wrapping her arms around the Elf's waist...nuzzling and nudging, kissing and licking, exploring her new mentor eagerly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 04:40:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Alea rested back on a pile of pillows allowing Annu to explore her sexuality.&nbsp; She, in turn, ran her long fingers through Annu's more silken tresses.&nbsp; One day she dreamed of having a child, when she found the right male to mate with, for the child would only be born of love.&nbsp; <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 05:12:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Soon, Trouble's explorations grew more courageous and before much longer, she was testing Alea's reaction to gentle strokes of her tongue on the Elf's clit!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 19:35:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Alea's back arched and she liked her knees and spread her legs as her body responded quickly after her earlier sexual fervor.&nbsp; She did not want to frighten the girl but pushing her head down harder, so she grabbed pillows on either side and clutched them tightly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 01:16:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With a soft sigh, Trouble worked even more enthusiastically, Alea's scent and responsiveness awakening a curious sense of arousal in her.<br><br>"Is it always like this?&nbsp; With girls, I mean?&nbsp; 'Cause, uhm, that guy...I can't see him doing this!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 02:32:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Alea had decided to be as truthful to Annu as possible, as she need to learn so much.&nbsp; Without truth what she learned would be meaningless.<br><br>"I do not know, for I nave never shared with a female, and as for Valeron, yes, he is very good at stimulating his partner, but then he has been doing so for many years."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 02:33:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trouble stopped, blinking at Alea.<br><br>"You never...uhm, I mean, before?&nbsp; With..."<br><br>She shook her head, blushing to the roots of her hair.<br><br>"S-sorry..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 02:40:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"There is not need to be sorry, Annu," she stroked her hair, "Elves have no taboos against it, and though I prefer males, I am you mentor, and if you feel that this is better for you, then I will share with you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 02:43:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Reluctantly Trouble allowed herself to be coaxed and comforted, leaning into Alea's warm embrace.<br><br>"I jus' dunno what I am anymore," she whispered.&nbsp; "I never even thought about it, but...now?&nbsp; I dunno if I'll be able to <em>stop</em>!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 02:51:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>"Annu, you are on the brink of sexual maturity, things are going to be strange and unsettling, later you may find that certain men will excite you.&nbsp; For now we will go easily and you can continue to explore you own sexuality and that means learning the places of your body where you feel the most sexual stimulation and learning about others' bodies as each of us share certain sexually exciting areas and then there are some differences.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 02:55:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ain't that," the girl blushed.&nbsp; "I ain't never even been kissed before, remember?&nbsp; An' here ya got me all tangled up in knots..."<br><br>She shivered and hid her face against Alea's shoulder.<br><br>"How's this gonna work?&nbsp; Ain't like I c'n just ask other girls ta hop into bed with me..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 03:15:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alea bends her head and lightly kisses Annu of her cheek.&nbsp; :-*&nbsp; I will teach you what I can.&nbsp; As to the rest, there are any number of ladies in marriages, not of their choosing, who have female "Friends" they share with.&nbsp; Especially those who fear having a male lover--but there are many who do.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 03:18:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trouble let out a ragged sigh.<br><br>"I dunno if'n I could stand lettin' a man do that...not...not if'n he were..."&nbsp; She shivered.&nbsp; "I ain't no man's property, nohow.&nbsp; Not like any of 'em'd want me..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 03:49:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br><br>"Annu, there may come a time when you find the right man--so do not count them out of your life.&nbsp; A because you have not finished growing, don't assume that you are not going to have a type of good looks all your own."<br><br>"Now little one it is bed time for you, and for me.&nbsp; Tomorrow is the beginning of the rest of your life and in a week we will be on our way east, where you will begin learning about being a lady."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 03:52:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trouble sighed, then nodded resignedly.<br><br>"I guess," she muttered, curling up on her side.&nbsp; "G'nite," she added in a feathersoft whisper, reluctance resonating in her voice.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 04:00:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Pulls the covers up and bend to kiss her cheek again.&nbsp; "Good night Annu,"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 04:02:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Th...thank you, Alea.&nbsp; For earlier."<br><br>A lonely tear trickled down the girl's cheek.<br><br>"It was fun."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 06:17:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Alea goes back and first sits on Annu's bed, then lays beside her and takes her in her arms.&nbsp; "I am here Annu, not go to sleep."<br><br>Even when Annu drops off to sleep she will stay with her, she takes up a blanket from the bottom of the bed to cover herself in the growing chill of the night air and some time later, falls asleep herself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 06:23:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				In her sleep, the Half-orc murmurs from time to time, stirring fitfully..and eventually snuggling closer against the warmth beside her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 06:31:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Dawn finds them asleep snuggled under the covers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 14:37:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mostly snuggled--Annundil is halfway out of the covers, having done a fair bit of tossing and turning, and when Alea wakes she finds the girl face down, grinding her pelvis down against the mattress in her sleep.<br><br>Poor girl...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 23:55:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Alea gently turns Annu over and draws her back up the bed.&nbsp; Then she reaches out and begins to tease her developing breasts and nipples.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 01:05:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Annundil woke up very quickly.<br><br>"...ahhhh...oh?&nbsp; Ohhh...oh, please, don't...don't stop?"<br><br>Blushing, she turned her face away, reaching down to rub herself.<br><br>"Ooooooo!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 01:18:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Alea worked her breasts and nipples quickly, feeling that Annu was more than ripe and ready for a more intense stimulation. Her mouth soon went to Annu's breasts as she suck on her nipples and ever so gentle nipped them with her beautiful pearl white teeth.&nbsp; Then her own hands replaced Annu's between her legs.&nbsp; First her finger found her clit in the fold of her swollen nether lips, with her gyrations while asleep she had stimulated herself enough to be well on the way to another orgasm.<br><br>When she was good and wet Alea entered her pussy with a long slender finger and began to find the spots within Annu's Tunnel of Pleasure that would stimulate her even more.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 01:21:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The girl surrendered at once, spreading her legs wide and squirming at Alea worked on her small breasts and teased her sex.<br><br>"Oh...oh, Alea!&nbsp; Ahhhh...you...you make me feel...ahhhh!"<br><br>Wrapping her arms around the Elf's neck and her legs around Alea's waist, she shivered her way into a sudden climax.<br><br>"A-anything you want!&nbsp; Please?&nbsp; I need...m--more..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 01:46:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Great Goddess the girl was a nympho.&nbsp; The only way she could give her more was with the use of magic, because Annu, was not ready to accept males yet.&nbsp; Annu, remember the safe word., because I will go on, but if at any point you want me to stop say the word."<br><br>Alea strips the tangle of blankets off her bed, "Now lay down on you bed, on your back," <br><br>"I am going to use some magics, to do more for you, for now I will fasten you arms and legs to the posts on your bed as you might get to thrashing more than usual."&nbsp; <br><br>She then summons her bags of toys, everything a courtesan could possibly need, for that is what she was, the most likely paid courtesan every.&nbsp; One Maharaja paid her her weight in gold, and precious gems, for one week with her. <br><br>The bag of wander wa magical and whatever she wawanted can to her hand.&nbsp; &nbsp;She calls out silk ropes and padded cuffs and put them on Annu and then using the Rope Trick spell she orders the ropes to tie themselves about the posts.&nbsp; Next was a dark red ostrich plume and with it she begans to stroke Annu all&nbsp; over her body, waiting until the last moment to tease her ears, neck, hollow of her throat, then down and around her breasts and finally to the glistening vee between her legs.<br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 01:55:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Annundil sobbed out softly, struggling against the magic bonds, but never spoke her safe word...had she forgotten?&nbsp; Or perhaps there was some hint of atavistic tolerance for such matters in some dark and forgotten corner of her young soul.&nbsp; Whatever the reason, she did not ask Alea to stop.<br><br>"Not...not enough," she groaned as the feather teased her clit and lips, squirming and giggling as the ticklish touch moved her closer to another climax.<br><br>A moment later she sobbed out again, her eyes snapping shut as she wept bitterly.<br><br>"I...I don't want to think it!&nbsp; But I can't stop!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 02:00:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				'"Think what, Little One?"&nbsp; Alea put the feather down and looked at Annu and listened to her answer<br><br>"Annu, would you like you breasts bigger, they are much more sensitive when large?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 02:04:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sh-shouldn't think about girls like this," she whimpered.&nbsp; "Not in ropes, not squirming and gasping and...and...doing stuff!"<br><br>She struggled harder, a low moan escaping her.<br><br>"I like 'em small!&nbsp; Nobody looks at me like some breedin' cow that way.&nbsp; A-and they're plenty sensitive!&nbsp; Especially my nipples..."<br><br>Her blush glowed as she admitted that last bit, then continued blurting out her awkward confession, shame tinging each syllable.<br><br>"Ahhhh...Alea?&nbsp; P-please, what's happening? Why'm I thinkin' about girls bound and squirmy and...and spanked like this?&nbsp; I don't understand!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>05-12-2009, 05:26:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>As a courtesan Alea had her bag of toys and she summoned it to her.&nbsp; All she need to do was focus on what she wanted ant is appeared in her hands.&nbsp; So it was the 2 small golden clamps appeared in her hand.&nbsp; <br><br>She turned back to Annu and began to drag the backs of her fingers about her breasts, they would grow in their own time, Orc females were very well endowed. Slow she spiraled in to a now hard nipple and then quickly put on the first clamp.&nbsp; Then she did the same for her other breast and nipple.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>05-12-2009, 19:56:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Annundil cried out softly as the first clamp was attached to her hard nipple, struggling against the bonds.<br><br>"Ohhhhh!&nbsp; Oh, that...ahhhhh..."<br><br>Her blush told Alea that the girl enjoyed such treatment, probably far more than she would dare admit.&nbsp; The second clamp brought another, even louder squeal to the girl's lips.<br><br>"M-more...please?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>05-12-2009, 20:09:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alea immediately put silence around the bed and then summoned and set of long clips with silken cords and bunches of gold bells at the end of them.&nbsp; Once again she slide them down Annu's writhing body and between her legs.&nbsp; There she opened them and set the first and then the second on the girl's wet and swollen nether lips and set the weights on the outside of her thighs opening her womanhood to full view.&nbsp; <br><br>She held up her had and there appeared a golden spider,&nbsp; this was a magical clit clip and before she set it on Annu, she fingered her clit and as she move her fingers to her passage of passion she set the spider do on her mounds and it crawled to Annu's clit and its tiny legs closed on it.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>05-12-2009, 20:22:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ahhhhhhh!"<br><br>The girl's eyes went wide.<br><br>"A-Alea!&nbsp; Ohhhhhhh..."<br><br>The spider's grip brought her almost to the point of frustration!&nbsp; This was pleasure such as she had never imagined, and the rush of images that accompanied the erotic pain was blush-inducing at the least.<br><br>"I...I am yours," she whispered, tears of shame coursing down her cheeks.&nbsp; "Please?&nbsp; I will do anything..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>05-12-2009, 21:56:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Alea was at a loss, never had she expected anything like this.&nbsp; First she had to bring Annu to her climax.&nbsp; Alea drew forth an ivory dildo, and with a word it made itself smaller, for it would be Annu's first penetration.<br><br>Again she slowly rubbed it over her body touching those intensely sensitive areas of Annu's body.&nbsp; She moved it lower until she brought it to the slick wet opening of the girl's womanhood.&nbsp; Then she pushed it into Annu's writhing body.&nbsp; Inch by inch and when it was in she spoke another word that set it to pumping away in the girl's body.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>05-12-2009, 22:07:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Annundil howled with pleasure, first at the merest touch of the rod and then at the penetration--her maidenhead already broken years ago by rough work in the saddle, her arousal already intense, the toy slipped easily inside.&nbsp; Straining in the bonds, she climaxed almost at once!&nbsp; And then again, whimpering as the toy continued to move.<br><br>"Ohhhhhhh!&nbsp; Oh, Alea...yes..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>05-12-2009, 22:22:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alea let her have 3 move climaxes before having the dildo slow and finally she withdrew it and then with a word the cuffs, ropes and clips disappeared back into their container.<br><br>She then bent over a kissed each of Annu's nipples.&nbsp; "Annu, bathe and you have the rest of the morning to yourself.&nbsp; I must go to the ship for breakfast and then I want you there at lunch, there are some things I wish to talk to you about in private.<br><br>Alea then cleans up herself for seeing Annu's reactions had stirred her also.&nbsp; <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>05-12-2009, 22:46:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				By the time she was released, the Orc-blooded lass was a weak and limp, helpless and afterglowing, barely conscious puddle of female satistfaction.&nbsp; She nodded a little in reply to Alea's instructions but made no attempt to move from the bed...<br><br>"You don't need...?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>05-12-2009, 23:29:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>No Annu, I don't need."&nbsp; Alea understood what she could not put into words, but Alea lied, she was in need.&nbsp; Unfortunately not for Annu.<br><br>Alea did a clean and fresh on the bed, being sopping wet at the apex of where her legs had been.<br><br>Neatly dressed in the latest Paris fashions Alea boarded her ship and went to the lavish private dinner room to meet Valeron for breakfast. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>06-12-2009, 17:59:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Annundil, Trouble, finally made her way to the bath, where she soaked for a long time, weeping silently as she tried to come to grips with the sudden rising tide of frustration at her core.&nbsp; To her credit, she ignored the maidservants who attended her this time, and allowed them to dress her without resistance after her bath...<br><br>Meanwhile, Captain Valerion was more than happy to greet Alea for breakfast.<br><br>"Ah, good morning, dear lady.&nbsp; I trust all is well for you?&nbsp; Please, have a seat.&nbsp; This morning's menu is a little simpler than I should like, but it can't be helped this far from civilization."&nbsp; He gave her an oily smile.&nbsp; "Have you decided upon a date for our return trip?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>06-12-2009, 20:05:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you captain, simple is fine," Alea liked simple foods. "As to our trip, in no more than a week, we will be making stop in St. Louis to purchase what is needed.&nbsp; As you said this is the back of beyond."<br><br>The meal was soon over and&nbsp; Alea took her leave.&nbsp; "I have some business in town that I will want to take care so I will be calling for my fastest couriers between now and lunch so have them standing by.&nbsp; I will leave the ship's readiness in your capable hands, Captain."<br><br>Alea then went to her suite and got busy one her messages and to contemplate the conundrum of Annundil.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>06-12-2009, 20:09:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"As you wish," the dashing fellow said, seeming a touch disappointed that the beautiful woman did not apparently wish to indulge in a little carnal indulgence amongst the breakfast dishes.<br><br><br>Meanwhile, Annundil found herself being ushered to a table and given a light breakfast.&nbsp; Had she bothered to notice, she would have grumbled aloud and gone in search of a 'good' breakfast, used as she was to hard work and chuck wagon fare.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>06-12-2009, 20:39:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Alea saw the last of the couriers off, and sent for Valeron, her body was so in need and no matter how she tried to ease her need, visions of Annu writhing on her bed and the dildo pumped in and out of her was always there.<br><br>What was she going to do about the girl.&nbsp; When Valeron came in she was in an Elven gown which she usually wore on board the ship, layers of semi-transparent spider silk, it clung to her breasts and then fell away in a fuller skirt very much like the Regency period of gowns, for that had been designed using Elven fashion.<br><br>"Captain, please join w... me."&nbsp; Alea had almost said with me, but that would have been too blatant.&nbsp; &nbsp;She knew she was radiating sexuality, her body felt on fire.&nbsp; But she would let him take the lead, knowing how much her like to play the part of consummate lover.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>06-12-2009, 22:19:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Captain only let one eyebrow rise in response to her slip.<br><br>"But of course.&nbsp; I <em>am</em> at your disposal, Milady.&nbsp; How may I be of greatest assistance to you today?"<br><br>His knowing, arrogant smile might have earned him sharp words from any other woman in this godsforsaken little backwater, or perhaps lewd appraisals from the saloon girls, but Alea no doubt expected it.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>07-12-2009, 09:02:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>"Let us say that my mood last night has not left me,"&nbsp; Alea moved up to him with a graceful sweep of the train on her gown.&nbsp; "I do so enjoy a man who knows how to please a female. She set her fingers on his shoulder and then ran them slowly down his body, pausing at the chest to circls his nipples, then down to his navel and finally down to the growing bulge at the apex of his legs"<br><br>Her smile was more than inviting as she was oozing sexuality.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>07-12-2009, 16:44:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I can definitely see my way to providing for your needs in that regard, Milady."<br><br>He kissed her, placing one hand on her breast and squeezing with just the right amount of pressure to send a jolt of pleasure shooting through her.<br><br>"How best to serve?&nbsp; Here?&nbsp; It would be scandalously impromptu, but adequate.&nbsp; Or perhaps you would prefer to retire to my bedchamber for a few hours?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>07-12-2009, 19:59:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>"I prefer my chambers," she said almost breathlessly while she arched her back and pressed her breasts into him.&nbsp; It would be sharing and she and Valeron knew it was nothing more than that.&nbsp; Tto assuage her need was all she wanted of him.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>07-12-2009, 20:42:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Lead on," he smiled, confident and appreciative of the opportunity.&nbsp; "And I shall give you what you seek.&nbsp; You could even ask your little ward to watch, if she's bored with picture books."<br><br>He laughed softly.<br><br>"Ah, but that might ruin her for anyone else!&nbsp; I jest, I jest."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>07-12-2009, 21:28:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>No one could give her what she sought, no one.&nbsp; Revenge is something only she could give herself.&nbsp; As for Annudil, she thought that even Valeron would be very surprised.&nbsp; She had the strangest feeling that&nbsp; Annu had the ability to sense the truth of a relationship.&nbsp; SHe was immediately turned off from view Valeron and herself sharing, but was more tha willing to accept Alea herself.&nbsp; Alea thought that it went beyond the tendency for female to female sharing, but into a deeper realm of the truth of a relationship.&nbsp; Valeron cared nothing about Alea beyond the physical act of coupling, but Alea did truly care for Annu.&nbsp; Which made their relationship even stranger, for as much as Annu craved Alea's attention, Alea was not drawn to Annu in the same way.<br><br>Alea's suite took up the whole of the stern of the ship, consisting of a luxurious sitting room, a private dinning area, her bathing room and convenience closet, a dressing room and her large bedroom and her private erotic playroom.&nbsp; There were also two out of the twenty staterooms for guests that could be opened to the Sitting Room.&nbsp; Alea did throw a number of parties and entertainments on board and rare patrons of hers were invited aboard for the pleasures she provided.&nbsp; <br><br>Alea was probably the richest woman on Earth, and maybe in Elf Land, though money meant very little to Elves.&nbsp; Her skills as a courtesan were beyond the ken of mortal men.&nbsp; <br>With them she had gotten herself an estate in England, a chateau in France, a villa in Italy, castles in Austria and Russia, and a palace in India.&nbsp; <br><br>Alea moved into her bedroom which was stunning Elven bower and a garden of delights.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>07-12-2009, 21:55:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Captain followed with her, making appreciative noises about the tastefulness of her chambers: almost purely <em>pro forma</em>, as he'd seen them before on occasion, and Elfkind did not normally bother with such praise unless heartfelt.<br><br>"Your bedchamber, Milady?&nbsp; Or perhaps your...playroom?"<br><br>His attempt at flirtation might have swayed a human woman, but seemed too much the affectation it was to Alea.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>07-12-2009, 22:15:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;<br>"Playroom," she said without a moments hesitation. "Surprise me."<br><br>A word parted the wall of flowering vines to reveal her fairly large playroom, which was really in a pocked dimension.&nbsp; Just before she entered she sent off a silent message to her lady's maid.&nbsp; "Tell Annu, my ward, that I will send for her when it is time to come."<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>07-12-2009, 22:35:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ahhh, but is that possible?"<br><br>The Captain shrugged out of his uniform jacket and loosened his collar and cuffs, crossing his arms and grinning at her for a moment before approaching and making as if to embrace her.<br><br>"You, who are so worldly wise?&nbsp; I cannot think surprising you would be possible!"<br><br>+++<br><br>Elsewhere, Annundil finally gave up on her lady's breakfast and took herself down to the kitchen, against the maid's protests, and there nearly scandalized Cookie by serving herself from the leftovers from that morning's breakfast.<br><br>Or, rather, scandalized the Cook until the man recognized her in spite of her dress and with a light makeover.<br><br>"Santa Maria!&nbsp; What happened to you, Trouble?"<br><br>"Apparently I am to be made into a proper lady," she made a face.&nbsp; "Guess my new guardian thinks I have something nobody else sees..."<br><br>"So you goin' back to the big cities, is that it?&nbsp; Gonna miss you out here.&nbsp; You like a little sister to all of us, <em>si</em>?"<br><br>"Yeah, I know.&nbsp; Gonna miss your cooking.&nbsp; Bet those slickers can't do a proper cup of coffee."<br><br>"<em>Si, si, si</em>...plus I hear they don't know how to do a proper barbeque.&nbsp; You goin' ta waste away without the good eats!"<br><br>"That's just it, Cookie.&nbsp; I don't think I'll be allowed to work.&nbsp; Ain't ladylike."&nbsp; She snorted, giving her clear opinion of such a notion, and he laughed and passed her another mugful of coffee thick as river mud and twice as strong.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>07-12-2009, 22:44:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>She turned and smiled to him, " know you will give it your best effort,"&nbsp; Yes, they did understand each other, and Alea was very comfortable with that.&nbsp; Though there was a time when she dreamily thought of sharing as more, but that dream had been shattered. <br><br>Alea could smell her own scent, ripe for sexual stimulation and intercourse, for that is what it had become-that was all that was left her.<br><br>&nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>07-12-2009, 22:53:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled and kissed her, his hands going to her breasts and gently stroking them, his every move meant to drive her to distraction before he satisfied her needs.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>07-12-2009, 23:00:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Her body was soon melting in his hands.&nbsp; A soft moan escaped her lips, and she wondered what equipment or toys he would use.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>07-12-2009, 23:11:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He walked her backwards toward a dangling set of padded manacles.<br><br>"Shall I restrain you, lady?&nbsp; Is that what would fire your passions?"<br><br>He licked his lips, his thumb brushing her nipple.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>08-12-2009, 00:22:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>"Yesssss," she breathed out, for ssssstarterssss."&nbsp; She let him lift her wrists up with only the slightest resistence.&nbsp; She caught her breath and then released it slowly, her nipple sprang to attention and the other began to grow harder.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>08-12-2009, 00:46:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kissing her, he gave one nipple a slight pinch.<br><br>"Mmmm...delicious!&nbsp; Shall I also strip you and whip you, lady?&nbsp; Is it the thrill of being helpless that makes you weak in the knees?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>08-12-2009, 00:58:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>She manages a nod of the head, "F..f..force me to cum and.....cum again."&nbsp; Her body shudders at the pinch to her nipple, "Use what you will," she whispered as her knees did feel weak.&nbsp; Just as Annu had been after she had cum 5 times this morning.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>08-12-2009, 02:15:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He gave her nipple a sharp tug, then made sure the manacles were secure and snug but not too tight.&nbsp; Then he kissed her forcefully, driving his tongue into her mouth and probing roughly.<br><br>"Oh, I will make you sing," he laughed, slapping her across the breasts and pinching her other nipple.&nbsp; "I will make you sing arias of ecstasy before I loose your bonds."<br><br>He then turned to removing her gown as roughly as he could without actually damaging it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>08-12-2009, 02:28:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Naked, she radiated sex, her high full breasts, more breast that most Elven females ever had, seemed to pulse were now reddened by his slaps.&nbsp; Her nipples hardened and filled with blood making them dark pink.&nbsp; Her narrow waist ducked in and out to the nice swell of her hips.&nbsp; When she was younger and naive her mother told her that she had the breasts and hips for baring children, and she despaired of them.&nbsp; For an Elf she had a lusty build.<br><br>There was nothing faked about her reactions as she sagged in the restraints.&nbsp; Already her nether lips glistened with her cream.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>08-12-2009, 02:33:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He gave her breasts another few slaps, then turned her around to spank her bare-handed.<br><br>"Perhaps the Lady would prefer the cane?"<br><br>He reached between her thighs and underneath to tease her lips, one fingertip probing her sex.<br><br>"Mmmm.&nbsp; So wet, already!&nbsp; Such a <em>delightful</em> change from those silly, frigid humans."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>08-12-2009, 05:34:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>"No cane," she gasped out, and then, "OOoohhhhhhheeewwwww,"&nbsp; she moaned deeply as he teased her nether lips and fingered her womanhood.&nbsp; Almost every touch was electric and the pooling of the energy was focused at the apex of her long shapely legs.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>08-12-2009, 05:38:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No?&nbsp; But I can only imagine how sweetly you would sing if I treated you to a kiss of the whip," he whispered, his fingers teasing her open and probing some more.&nbsp; "Perhaps across your pretty breasts?"<br><br>He nibbled her ear, licking her neck.<br><br>"Mmmm, but you would resent that, as much as you tell me now that you need it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>08-12-2009, 07:19:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>A Moan that started deep wtihin her came out and she arched her back and gyrated her hips.&nbsp; Her&nbsp; eys took of that glazed, far away look.&nbsp; AS long as he did not use the cane, Alea had permitted a silken cat'o'nine'tails before.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>08-12-2009, 16:49:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Laughing softly, he stepped away for a moment, returning with one of her silken whips.<br><br>"Here, now, this should be good."<br><br>He brought the whip across her breasts as hard as he could, then her belly, breasts again...<br><br>"Who would think that such a fine lady would welcome this?"<br><br>His next stroke swung upward to slap against her sex.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>08-12-2009, 23:17:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Alea jerks as the knots on the silken cords struck her sensitive breasts and she cried out again as it struck across her belly and again and he swung it at her breasts again.&nbsp; Each cry was punctuated by her body jerking and writhing in the restraints.&nbsp; Blood rushed to her breast and nipples swelling them even more.&nbsp; Her nipples had become dark red.<br><br>When it came up between her legs she jump up and shook hard.&nbsp; Her breathing became ragged as she stared out at Valeron, it would seem he had learned a few things.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 01:31:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He stepped around behind her to flog her perfect bottom, occasionally whipping her thighs or her sex.<br><br>"That's it," he laughed.&nbsp; "Yes, that's it.&nbsp; I must admit, I do like the sight of a beautiful woman being punished..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 01:43:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>It did not take long after the whipping of her bottom and her sex again before Alea came hard and shuddered wildly straining at the restraints.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her full breasts had swollen hard and bounced about as her first orgasm hit her, and as he continued with the cat she felt herself rebuilding to a second climax.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 01:47:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Did I give you permission to achieve climax?"<br><br>He reached around her waist, his arousal pressed against her sore bottom as he fingered her sopping sex a bit roughly.<br><br>"My, my, if only that little ward of yours could see you like this!&nbsp; You'd never be able to order her about at all.&nbsp; Shall I go fetch her?"<br><br>He bit her earlobe, just gently enough.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 05:32:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>"No," she did not raise her voice, but from the unemotional delivery of that negative, Valeron not only which of his 2 questions she was answering and could understand the warning.&nbsp; "This is between you and me."<br><br>Annu who probably shoot him if she knew what he was doing to her.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 06:17:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"A pity," he teased, his fingers trailing up to pinch her nipples again.&nbsp; "She must be bored with picture books as it is."<br><br>He bit the back of her neck gently, his tongue caressing the skin held captive between his teeth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 20:06:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Alea hold her tongue, literally. least she warble out a trilling cry.&nbsp; Valeron had "played" with her before, why was this different.&nbsp; She felt that if you let her go she would pool up of the floor, boneless.&nbsp; Her beautiful straining body was so sensitive, so wired that every touch was sexual bliss.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 20:22:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Are you ready to feel me inside you?"<br><br>He bit her again.<br><br>"Is this proud Elfin lady ready to plead and whine, whimper in surrender to me as I have her at my leisure?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 20:50:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Oh, she was ready, ripe and ready, but she&nbsp; never would plead and whine, but a long low moan did come from her.&nbsp; Even with her patrons who wanted her to do so, she never did, instead she drove them into such a frenzy they no longer needed her to plead.&nbsp; Only once in her life she had pleaded and the result of that ended with her emphatically ending pleading.<br><br>She answered him in another way, by pushing out her body and rubbing it against him like a cat rubbing about a person's legs.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 21:07:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Laughing softly, he unbuttoned his trousers and lowered them to half-mast.&nbsp; Then, taking himself in hand, he brushed her sex with his head, not yet seeking entrance.<br><br>"A pity you will not plead, Lady.&nbsp; I do find that so very sweet!"<br><br>Grabbing her around the waist, he adjusted his angle until he slipped inside her with a long, low groan of pleasure.<br><br>"Mmmm! So very good!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 23:01:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>"AAAHHHHhhhhhhh,"&nbsp; Alea sighed, her body adjusting itself for his penetration.&nbsp; It seemed Valeron was not all that capable in doing more in the way of play, lacking the control over his body to keep up the "play" for very long.&nbsp; Unlike another, whose play was long and hard, and she had cum and cum tenfold before he ever entered her.&nbsp; <br><br>NO! She put that thought down hard, she thought that is was long gone.&nbsp; The memoris caused her to stiffen and her pelvic muscles to tighten down on Valeron's cock.&nbsp; What had dragged it out of the recesses of her mind, where she had put it long ago?<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 23:07:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mistaking her distraction for reverie, the Captain thrust faster and faster, panting for breath as he took her...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>10-12-2009, 01:07:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Alea's body responded, she soon was caught up in the act of sharing, but........... Her mind detached itself and she remrmebered a naive young Elven maiden thrilled by the attention of a Majestic Elven Lord, taking interest in her as at the Palace, where she would be presented to the King and Queen.&nbsp; So thrilled she did not see passed his sauve demeanor and succumbed to his seduction.<br><br>Suddenly Alea began to fight, turning and twisting wildly in the restraints.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-12-2009, 01:15:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He laughed, thrusting faster and harder.<br><br>"That's it!&nbsp; Squirm and fight!"<br><br>He slapped her bottom, then reached around to knead her breasts roughly.<br><br>"So much nicer when they struggle!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>10-12-2009, 01:31:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>She fought, while she remembered, not that she had fought at first, but later as the seduction and sharing with the Elven Lord wen on to other things, she had fought then as now, but his erotic arts were such that he soon had her begging him to go on.<br><br>"Harder, she groaned!&nbsp; More!"<br><br>Her body craved the multiple orgasms, even if there was pain accompanying it.&nbsp; Just as there had been pain that first time.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-12-2009, 01:56:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He ground his hips, shifting his angle within her, kneading her breasts even more.<br><br>"Yes...yessss...ahhh, yes!"<br><br>She got the impression that he wasn't really listening to her anymore, lost in his own pleasure, but still doing his best to push her toward satisfaction.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>10-12-2009, 02:31:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>She came, shuddered wildly, and then came again, soon afterward.&nbsp; It was the best she was going to get, she knew from bitter truth, but at least she came.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-12-2009, 03:21:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Soon after she peaked, he finished as well.&nbsp; Remaining for only a moment, he refastened his trousers and released her.<br><br>"There, now.&nbsp; All is in order, I presume?"<br><br>He smiled and kissed her cheek.<br><br>"I shall have to return to duty sooner or later..."<br><br>The dismissive post-sharing attitude was nothing novel, but the lingering hint of an offer to remain, coming from this man, was something different.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>10-12-2009, 05:05:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>"Valeron?" Alea waited until he looked at her, then cocked her head, she had heard something behind her words and was intrigued by the oddity.&nbsp; "You do not have to leave."<br><br>Alea conjured a wrap and slipped into it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-12-2009, 05:20:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"But I must," he said, the vague hint of regret in his words.&nbsp; "Otherwise you may have to linger here longer than you should like, and much as your ward might resent being taken from this backwater, I suspect your intentions toward her require civilization."<br><br>He made no move to depart, though, and left his collar undone and his jacket off...which was almost incredible informality for an officer on duty.<br><br>"What are your intentions concerning the girl, if I may be so bold?&nbsp; She is unusual."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>10-12-2009, 06:09:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>"Very," replied Alea, "She is a conundrum of the finest order."&nbsp; She gets a look on her face that Valeron rarely saw, "Lionheart has been trying to kill her."&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-12-2009, 17:49:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"What?"<br><br>The Captain looked particularly surprised, and faintly ridiculous into the bargain.<br><br>"Why would Grand-uncle waste time trying to do something like that?&nbsp; She's not important. She's certainly not likely to become the Wicked Witch of the West."<br><br>He frowned.<br><br>"Besides, she's a Half-orc.&nbsp; They're obnoxious, yes, but not all that common and certainly no threat to anyone as powerful as he."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>10-12-2009, 20:42:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>It was a testament to her self control that she showed no reaction to his revelation,&nbsp; "Your Great-Uncle?&nbsp; I was not aware of that," she said it simply with no vocal inflection.&nbsp; "I had the same doubts when I heard, but until I investigate the validity of the statements, I reserve my judgments."<br><br>She fixed Valeron with a stare, "The fact that she is with me.............is to stay with me."&nbsp; <br><br>"I will be going riding soon, so I will leave you to you duties. Good day, Captain."<br><br>When he closed the door to her suite, she moved to her bedroom and with a snap of her fingers was clean and fresh.&nbsp; 20 minutes later she was dressed in her riding habit and summoned her favorite stallion from Elfland.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her habit was crimson and was cut in a military fashion, in this case the heavily gold braided Hussar uniform with tunic and fur lined pelisse hanging at a angel across her back from a chest chain that went from a neck button to neck button.&nbsp; There was a Hussar's lambskin hat with the heave crimson flap also gold braided but today she wore pants, and not the riding skirt.<br><br>As she had been dressing she had sent a maid to have a lackey tell Annu that she should dress for riding, as well as have the ship's kitchen staff pack a substantial lunch.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-12-2009, 23:59:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I understand completely.&nbsp; Which is to say...I don't understand, but I keep your confidence.&nbsp; Although I hope you will not be too put out if I make a few inquiries of my own on the matter?"<br><br>He bowed and left, once his uniform was back in order.<br><br>Annundil was waiting for her when she was done, but apparently the girl had her own ideas about appropriate riding garb--she was back in her work clothes!&nbsp; Frankly, while unladylike, they <em>would</em> serve, and the odds of the lass being willing to ride sidesaddle were slim at best.<br><br>"Ya called?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 01:47:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I need to ride and clear my thoughts,"&nbsp; said Alea, "Take me to the most beautiful places you know of anywhere with 3 hours ride, and we have a lunch packed for us.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 02:08:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Annundil...Trouble...grinned.<br><br>"I'll do that," she promised, and soon enough the two of them were encamped on a hillside with what Alea had to admit was a very pretty view of the valley.&nbsp; The spot the girl had chosen was not too far from the presumed grave marker of her former patron, as it turned out, but faced the other direction: at sunset, instead of giving a beautiful view of the sun, it would let someone see the whole area lit with the dying red of the day's last rays.&nbsp; Dismounting to hobble her mount in the shade of a smallish copse, Trouble grinned up at Alea.<br><br>"How's this?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 03:25:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>"Utterly perfect."&nbsp; Alea looked over the land and sighed.&nbsp; "Here is true wilderness." she said and&nbsp; called forth the basket of goodies that had been prepared.&nbsp; Alea put done a blanket and put the basket on it.&nbsp; <br><br>"Annu, In all that has happened I have neglected you, and what you want.&nbsp; So I ask you now, what do you want, out of life and for yourself?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 07:24:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trouble blinked, and sat down, sprawling out in a most unladylike fashion.<br><br>"I dunno.&nbsp; Nobody ever asked me that before.&nbsp; Can't say's I got an answer.&nbsp; Guess I always hoped I'd be takin' over fer the Ol' Man, if'n I ever learned the ropes.&nbsp; Maybe...I dunno.&nbsp; Gettin' hitched ain't in the cards, I reckon.&nbsp; More'n that..."<br><br>She shrugged.<br><br>"Like to track down my Pa an' give him a piece of my mind, upside the head with a good piece of hickory."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 09:36:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Annu, there are a lot of ways to get back at someone and as an Elf I can wait a long time to have my moment of retribution, but I understand what you are saying.&nbsp; One of the things I want to do--back east--to to gather all the information I can about you.&nbsp; The other in to change you into a lady, for this is the best way too get back at anyone, as it is the last thing they would expect you to do."<br><br>"You could think of it like this; it is the best way to spit in their faces."<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 18:13:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh."<br><br>The girl thought this over for a long time.<br><br>"And...suppose it turns out I really do like...girls.&nbsp; And was open about it.&nbsp; That'd spit in their faces, too, I reckon."<br><br>She shivered.<br><br>"Assumin' I really <em>want</em> all them preachers comin' down on me like a load of bricks..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 22:15:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>"You can be silent about your preference for females too, and you will be in a level of society where preachers can not bother you."&nbsp; She paused, "Annu, when you were in the throws of passion, you mentions a couple of time about girls tied up, and girls being spanked and girls being with girls.&nbsp; Where did that come from?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 22:19:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I don't rightly know," the Half-orc blushed.&nbsp; "Ain't proper, that's for certain..."<br><br>She ran one hand through her hair, halting for a moment as if puzzled to find it longer and softer than it had been her entire life.<br><br>"They're just thoughts, anyway.&nbsp; Just...just thoughts.&nbsp; Don't mean nothin'."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>12-12-2009, 02:34:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>"Thoughts have origins, Annu and the origins of those thoughts may escape you at this time, but I want you to take the time to try and remembers.&nbsp; It might not be today or tomorrow, but the origins are there."<br><br>"Now let us enjoy some food."<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>12-12-2009, 06:49:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"If'n ya say so," she blushed, obviously happy to get off the subject and on to a more familiar and safer topic like food!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>12-12-2009, 20:23:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				After eating Alea became sleepy, with Annu and Valeron she had had little sleep so she found herself dosing off and finally just let herself fall asleep.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>12-12-2009, 20:52:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Left to her own devices for a while, Annundil stood watch over Alea while the Elf slept...taking a little bit of liberty by pulling the woman's head into her lap and stroking her hair.<br><br>She blushed as she mulled over their earlier discussion--she'd only half-lied, after all: she knew where some of those darker thoughts had come from, but admitting it?&nbsp; Verbally?&nbsp; To Alea?&nbsp; She bit her lower lip, her fingers brushing the sleeping woman's lips and ears.<br><br><em>There had been the prettiest girl in school, who had blossomed early...and she had been very mean to Trouble, and Trouble had long daydreamed about holding her down and making her hurt.&nbsp; Now, though, with the games Alea had shown her, those adolescent revenge fantasies mixed with more pleasant thoughts, and pinning the big-titted snob down and making her cry out, beg for mercy...</em><br><br>Alea might not understand.&nbsp; Or worse, she might...and the thought of <em>that</em> was too embarrassing for the young Half-orc to face, at least for now. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>13-12-2009, 01:35:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alea's own dreams were disturbing as they too wondered back to an embarrassing time, and time when she naively allowed herself to be seduced by an more mature male eflt and he had taken advantage of her innocents.&nbsp; She, too, had her want of revenge, for he made her believe he cared for her and in the end she was only another conquest to be exploited.&nbsp; <br><br>She woke when the afternoon shadow lengthened and there was a bit of chill in the air.&nbsp; She looked up to find her head in Annu's lap and Annu running her fingers through her hair.<br><br>She slow sat up and looked at the girl.&nbsp; "How are you feeling?"<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>13-12-2009, 01:43:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trouble finally let out a soft, sad sigh.<br><br>"I'm middlin' fair, I reckon.&nbsp; A bit less content than I could be, but...well, can't be helped."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>13-12-2009, 03:44:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>"I bit less content, in what way?"&nbsp; Alea looked at the girl. Things were getting very complicated, Alea felt like the situation of accepting Annu's guardianship was like being a rock perched on the top of a hill and tipped a little to far to one side.&nbsp; Every inch she rolled down the hill was causing other rocks to loosen and rol with her.&nbsp; Now she had to figure out about how to get to the bottom of the hill and still be on top.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>13-12-2009, 04:00:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"The thing about ridin' the line is, there's no time ta sit around an' think about questions that don't make much difference.&nbsp; Not much room for silly thoughts, neither."<br><br>Annundil blew her bangs out of her face with a puff of breath, the gesture almost coquettishly adolescent.<br><br>"An' now ya give me not only time ta think, but questions...questions that got answers I don't like."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>13-12-2009, 06:00:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>"Then don't answer them.&nbsp; I can wait until you feel that you can."&nbsp; Now sunset is close and we best get to you glade for your sunset devotional."&nbsp; She stands and waits until Annunal stands, then with a word the lunch basket, and the blanket disappear into her magic bag.<br><br>The horses are gathered cinches tightened and mount and ride back over the hill.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>13-12-2009, 06:04:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Naww.&nbsp; Already said my piece yesterday.&nbsp; Don't need to bother him again for a while.&nbsp; Honest."<br><br>She ran one hand thorugh her hair.<br><br>"Ain't like he's goin' anywhere."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>13-12-2009, 06:40:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>"Then lets ride back and enjoy the sunset.&nbsp; Since you love sunsets, I think you will love to see the sunset from up in the ship."&nbsp; Which will be as soon as I can find a good steward to watch over the ranch while you are gone."&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>13-12-2009, 17:43:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				For just a moment, the girl paused as though she had something on the tip of her tongue.&nbsp; Then she just nodded and silently fell into line beside Alea.<br><br>"Guess this means ya ain't gonna let me stay out here, then."&nbsp; She glanced at Alea.&nbsp; "Really got yer heart set on makin' me the belle of the ball..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>13-12-2009, 20:40:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Alea turned thoughtful, "What I want for you," she finally said, is to be a wealthy, free, and independent woman.&nbsp; That means playing the games of the rich a famous (:P) to gain the wealth you need to come back here and live the rest of your life.&nbsp; I also want to give you safely and to do that we must unravel the mystery of you conception."<br><br>She mounted and waited till Annu was mounted.&nbsp; <br><br>"Annu,: she said getting the girls attention, "Are you willing to give up a few years of your life to be wealthy, free, and independent."<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>13-12-2009, 20:42:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Annundil blushed and looked down at her hands for a long moment.<br><br>"Yeah, I reckon I can see my way clear to doin' that.&nbsp; Can't say as I really want to stay here my whole life, neither...not really."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>14-12-2009, 22:21:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>"Then let us look forward to adventure and maybe some retribution,"&nbsp; Alea mounted up, "as far as the ranch I want to find a good steward to see to it.&nbsp; We can call it your hunting lodge, the very rich and noble families hown such, and when you tell them the acreage they will be astounded."&nbsp; Alea chuckles with delight.<br><br>Alea indicates for Annu to lead them back to the ranch house.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>14-12-2009, 23:53:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shaking her head in wonder, Annundil lead the way back to the ranch house.<br><br>"Alea, about last night..."&nbsp; She blushed.&nbsp; "You...do not wish to do that again, do you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>15-12-2009, 01:13:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>"Annu," Alea paused, "I am willing to teach you about your body and to help you find pleasure and in time you can learn how to bring pleasures to others, be they females or males."<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>15-12-2009, 01:19:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I gathered that," Annundil blushed.&nbsp; "I meant...ya don' really like me that way, do ya?"<br><br>She made a gesture that was probably meant to be dismissive and nonchalant, but looked a bit awkward and clumsy instead.<br><br>"I mean, not like anyone ever...I know what I look like an' all.&nbsp; But last night was...ya know?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>15-12-2009, 06:48:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Annu, the only thing wrong with your body is that you are in between child and adult, and I see nothing in you that could be termed ugly and unbeautiful."<br><br>She pauses, unsure that she wants to delve into the memories that made her what she was.&nbsp; Annu.............something.........something happened when I was not much older than what you are, something that changed my life.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>15-12-2009, 23:58:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Annundil eyed her warily.<br><br>"Yeah?"<br><br>She certainly sounded curious, but cautious.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>16-12-2009, 05:36:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>"It is had to even mention it, let alone describe what happened."&nbsp; "I will tell you, but right now the thought of it festers old wounds of the mind."&nbsp; <br><br>She shakes her head to clear ways the unwanted thoughts,&nbsp; "I'll race you back."<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-12-2009, 06:18:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sorry," Trouble whispered.&nbsp; "Don' wantcha thinkin' bad thoughts..."<br><br>Then, as Alea spurs her mount into motion, she urges her own horse into a loose canter, not quite willing to race.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>16-12-2009, 19:02:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Seeing tha Annu is not into a race, Alea reins back Moon Dancer and stays with Annu.&nbsp; The sun was nearing the hills to the west when they arrives.&nbsp; The builders that Alea sent for are still working on a room off Annu's room.&nbsp; Another bathing room for the house.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-12-2009, 19:09:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Annundil noticed the builders and frowned in puzzlement, then glanced at Alea.<br><br>"What're they doin', exactly?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 00:13:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>"They are beginning to build a couple of new bathing rooms, and then one will be built for the bunkhouse.&nbsp; &nbsp;Being clean is being healthy.&nbsp; Plus we will building a steward's house and another for the foreman and if you do not want to take over your guardian's rooms, I will have your bedroom expanded into a fitting suite with its own bathing room."&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><br><br>&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 00:42:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Huh."<br><br>Annundil ran one hand through her hair, thinking this over.<br><br>"Not a bad idea, I reckon.&nbsp; But since I'll be back east with you, there's time enough."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 06:41:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>"Baths and dinner, said Alea, "and we will not dress for dinner, keep it casual." <br><br>Dinner this night is a mixture of dishes from Alea's cook and from the ranche's cook.&nbsp; As the dishes are brought out Alea looks over the dishes of the ranch cook.&nbsp; "If you tell me what your cook cooked, I will tell you what my cook cooked."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 06:51:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trouble seemed happier, being allowed to come to the table dressed in a more familiar way, and cheerfully gave Alea a quick rundown of the various Portugese and Tes-mex dishes, letting her know what was in each.<br><br>"Takes a bit of gettin' used to, but the Ol' Man swore by Cook's ability to work miracles."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 07:01:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>After eating one of the Tex Mex dishes Alea hurriedly drinks some of her water.&nbsp; She fans herself and finally gets out one word.&nbsp; &nbsp; "HOT!"<br><br><br><br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 17:29:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trouble grinned playfully.<br><br>"Nawww, that ain't nothin'.&nbsp; He toned it down on account of we have guests."<br><br>She glanced at the other dishes.<br><br>"Okay, your turn.&nbsp; What'm I lookin' at?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 19:18:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She named the dishes, a variety of favorites from other countries, mainly more common ones like baked salmon with a lemon and dill sauce, Chicken Kiev, bratwurst with pickled red cabbage, and spaghetti with meatballs, nothing to over the wall yet and finally a selection of pastries. <br><br>&nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 19:24:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"So much!"<br><br>Trouble bit her lip and sampled a little bit of everything...occasionally with a surprised expression, but never looking as though she would never try one of the dishes again.<br><br>"It's all so delicious!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 20:21:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>After dinner Alea took Alys to the living room and there they sat as Alea explained what she had in mind, to a point.&nbsp; Anything more that that would have to be by Annu's choice.<br><br>"Annu, you enjoyed sharing, did you not?"&nbsp; She knew Annu's answer but it was her on personal moral to know that someone truly chooses one path or another.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 20:48:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sharing?&nbsp; Oh, ya mean what..."<br><br>The girl blushed and bit her lip, then nodded.<br><br>"Yeah, I liked it.&nbsp; I liked it a whole lot."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 23:33:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>"Would you like to learn more about it?&nbsp; Beyond just learning what you enjoy, but learning how to give back to you partner?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 23:36:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Y-yes," Annundil whispered, cheeks aflame, eyes downcast.&nbsp; "I w-would like that, very much.&nbsp; I wouldn't want to...I mean, gals ain't supposed ta like it as much, but..."<br><br>She cleared her throat, looking everywhere but at Alea.<br><br>"Ain't fair to ask without bein' willin' ta step up an' return the favor."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 23:42:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Unfortunately your ideas on that are a sign of the times, believe me that had you live 100-200 years ago, such things were more common place, at least about woman liking sexual intimacy, sharing.&nbsp; <br><br>"I can help you to learn to return the favor, but in time it will mean sharing with other females of the same mind as you,"<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>18-12-2009, 01:11:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trouble gave Alea a puzzled glance.<br><br>"Whatcha mean, of the same mind as me?&nbsp; I don't..."<br><br>Her blush deepened.<br><br>"Ohhhhh, ya mean there're girls who...uhm...like other girls?&nbsp; Like we're supposed to like boy...like we're not supposed to like boys unless they come a-courtin'?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>18-12-2009, 22:01:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>"Those are the human mores of this day and saage, we have different ones.&nbsp; So put the idea of what is right and wrong out of you mind.&nbsp; If you wish we can explore more of you sexuality tonight, I wan you to be able to tell me what you like and what you want me it do to you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>18-12-2009, 23:29:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Can't jus' turn it off," Trouble muttered, blushing harder.&nbsp; "I mean, my whole life, everything's one way an' now here ya come, tellin' me different...can't blame me fer gettin' confused, right?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>20-12-2009, 19:34:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Annu, when you were nounger, where there rules you have to follow, that you do not have to follow now?"<br><br>Alea waits for the answer before going on.&nbsp; "As you grow up, as you broaden your horizons and learn about the Rules, you will find that they change."&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>20-12-2009, 20:40:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well...sorta.&nbsp; The Sisters were a lot stricter 'bout a lot of stuff than the Ol' Man was.&nbsp; They'd've shrieked and wrung their hands at the very idea of a girl ridin' an' wearin' pants an' stuff..."<br><br>She shrugged helplessly.<br><br>"So yer sayin' that it's okay if I like gals a bit more'n boys."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>21-12-2009, 04:01:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes it is, but it is something that is kept private.&nbsp; You can do it, but not openly, nor can you speak about it.&nbsp; The mundane world is a bit tricky at times, but I do believe you can learn to handle yourself in it."<br><br>"Now what are you normal evening activities for after dinner?"<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>21-12-2009, 04:04:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Norm'ly?&nbsp; Well, usually I read fer a spell, or jus' catch some sleep.&nbsp; Usually need more'n I get, but that's normal in the summers 'cause of the shorter nights an' all."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>22-12-2009, 06:08:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Is there anything special you would like to do tonight?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-12-2009, 16:10:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Annundil glanced up at Alea for a moment, her light blush and nervous smile spelling out the obvious request, but before the girl could find the courage to ask she glanced down again and fumbled idly with her hands.<br><br>"Uhm...guess...I guess maybe...another lesson or two, maybe?"<br><br>She looked up again, her intense green eyes searching Alea's face for any hint of disappointment or disapproval, biting her lower lip in a shy and girlish expression of near-innocence.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>22-12-2009, 22:02:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>"Would you like to do it in your room or my room?"&nbsp; Alea replied easily, this was a delicate time in Annu's life and she did not wnat to cause her any emotional discomfort about her sexuality.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>23-12-2009, 00:41:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Annundil blushed a little more.<br><br>"Y-your...your room," she whispered.&nbsp; "Please?&nbsp; And...maybe...gentler this time?&nbsp; At least at first..."<br><br>She trembled a little, glancing at Alea's breasts.<br><br>"I...I would like to be held...from behind, while you...uhm..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>23-12-2009, 05:11:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I will definitely work with what positions you like, and you can tell me when you want more."&nbsp; Alea smiled "Now go to you room and get ready, and then slip of a robe and slippers and come to my room.&nbsp; I will make sure that no one can just walk in on us and even hear anything."<br><br>Alea goes to the master suite and sets up the spells.&nbsp; <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>23-12-2009, 05:20:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trouble almost raced away to her room, impatiently stripping and taking a quick (if chilly) bath to rid herself of the worst of the sweat and grime from the day.&nbsp; Leaving her hair slightly damp and loose, she toweled herself gingerly, idly gazing at her reflection in the full length mirror that the servants had brought in to help them with dressing her.<br><br>She frowned thoughtfully at what met her eyes--she was trim, too muscular, too skinny...nothing like a P.B. or a Gibson Girl (not that she really wanted to be one of those wasp-waisted frail things).&nbsp; And yet, the swell of her breasts had grown this past year, so she was no longer quite so boyish!<br><br>With a sigh of discontent, she pulled on a robe and slippers, tying the knot loosely, and then padded silently along the hall until she reached the Old Man...<em>Alea's</em> suite, where she knocked gently and waited to be granted entrance.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>23-12-2009, 05:31:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Alea met her at the door with a smile.&nbsp; "Come in," she too was in a robe and slippers, there was a nice fire in the sitting room and two chairs pulled up to a low table in front of the fireplace.&nbsp; "I had some hot chocolate sent up.&nbsp; I thought you might enjoy it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>23-12-2009, 05:47:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Smiling bashfully, Trouble entered and took the offered seat.<br><br>"Thanks," she mumbled, studying the mug near her chair curiously, then picking it up and giving the contents a sniff...then a sip.<br><br>"Hey...!&nbsp; That's pretty good!&nbsp; Never had <em>this</em> before."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>23-12-2009, 06:18:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>"I thought you would.&nbsp; Now we do need to talk about things other than sharing, first is a way to disguise you, in that your enemy knows your age and what you look like, unfortunately he moves in the same circle of society as I do.&nbsp; I have already changed your hair, and I know you mentions you did not want you breasts enlarged, but what about being aged a few years.&nbsp; It would definitely change you body and your looks and it might throw him off?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>23-12-2009, 14:30:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I...huh?"<br><br>Annundil blushed and hastily covered her confusion by taking another sip of cocoa.<br><br>"Hadn't thought about that, honestly.&nbsp; Uhm.&nbsp; Ain't never tried disguises before.&nbsp; Just...wouldn't work out here.&nbsp; Folks'd be too like to point an' ask dumb questions."<br><br>She looked down at herself for a moment.<br><br>"If it's for a disguise, I guess I could stand bein' a bit...rounder.&nbsp; An' fuller."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>27-12-2009, 23:41:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>"There are two ways I can change you, one would be a superficial glamor, but anyone with a magical sense could see through that.&nbsp; The next is that I age you about 2 years, once it is done there will be no residue of magic.&nbsp; You will be you as you would be in a couple of years.&nbsp; Since I can do it in bits, we will stop the moment you get to a state where you will be changed enough to be harder to recognize.&nbsp; I believe Lionheart is sending out assassins so all they have is a description of you.&nbsp; With you changes and with the story I will reveal about you. I am sure Lionheart will soon know that I am your guardian, but I am going to throw him off by saying I will be taking you to an exclusive school where you will be taught manners and such things ladies are to know."&nbsp; <br><br>"When I reappear in society I will let it be known you are an orphan that I found and that I took you on as you have Elven Blood in you."&nbsp; <br><br>"Take you time and think it through."<br><br>Adea waits until Annu finishes her hot chocolate then rises and goes to the big bed and opens the covers, "Come.&nbsp; There are lessons to be learned."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>28-12-2009, 00:10:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Aging me a few years..."<br><br>Trouble frowned thoughtfully, one finger brushing her lips.<br><br>"That sounds harmless enough, I suppose."<br><br>She shook her head at Alea's mention of Elven blood, clearly not convinced but not inclined to argue at the moment.&nbsp; Then, setting her mug aside, she blushed and followed Alea over to the bed and stood beside it while the beautiful Elf turned the covers down.<br><br>"What would you have me do?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>28-12-2009, 01:13:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>"Remove your clothes and get comfortable on the bed,"&nbsp; Alea moved to the side to allow her to get onto the big bed. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>28-12-2009, 03:18:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shyly, Annundil slipped out of her dressing robe and slid between the sheets, rolling onto her side to face Alea with a shy smile.&nbsp; Then after a moment's additional thought, she rolled onto her other side, leaving her firm backside vulnerable...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>01-01-2010, 02:33:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Knowing she want to be spanked,Alea holds back, time enough for that later, for now is sits beside Annu and uses her hands all over her body, seeking out thous places that stir Annu's passions.&nbsp; She avoids the common ones and goes up and down the side of her body that she has up. then she moves to Annu's back and still only using featherlight touches playes over the area of her neck, back and bottom.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>01-01-2010, 02:43:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Anundil shivered and sighed, backing up against Alea.<br><br>"...feels good," she said, twisting from time to time to give the older woman better access to various parts of her young body.&nbsp; "Is this why you like sharing so much?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>01-01-2010, 02:53:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>"Yes, it is.&nbsp; The mutual act of sharing is the most intimate of pleasures,"&nbsp; and suddenly reaches around Annu, pulls her into her lap and then cups her young breasts.&nbsp; YOur sexual appitites will grown as you do.&nbsp; Alea. began to knead her breasts gently. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>01-01-2010, 02:56:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Blushing and gasping, Anundil seemed to melt back against Alea, her nipples already hardened.<br><br>"Ohhhhh...you're so gentle," she whispered.&nbsp; "So very gentle and soft!&nbsp; So sweet..."<br><br>Eyes closed, she let her mind drift for a moment, sighing happily at the thoughts that floated to mind.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>01-01-2010, 03:01:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>"Tell you waht you are thinking Annu, share with me what you are feeling."&nbsp; She continues to massage the girls breasts, and every so often she reaches out with her forefinger to rub a nipple, sometimes both at the same time and others at different times.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>01-01-2010, 03:06:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ahhhh!&nbsp; H-happy...safe...mmmm, warm...w-wanted..."<br><br>Gasping as Alea's fingers found her nipples.&nbsp; She squirmed in the woman's lap, daring to half-turn.<br><br>"I...uhhhh...I'm thinking about...m-making love beside a nice, warm fire...during a rainstorm..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>10-01-2010, 23:26:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;:-[ sorry had a rotten case of sinus infection that was killing me.<br><br>"Well, we will have to see about doing just that."&nbsp; Alea said, "The land needs the rain, for sure."<br><br>She continues to explore the girl's body even more, ferreting out those hidden nooks that sparked passion and pleasure.&nbsp; (Go ahead and give me some ideas of what are some spots of delight for Annu.)&nbsp; She works Annu's body like a harp, with delicate fingering and harder plucking.<br><br>Some time later, "Annu, would you like to live like I do?"<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-01-2010, 23:50:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				That the Orc-blood responded to nipple and breast play nicely, Alea knew...and further exploration found that a light touch on her belly, or a kiss to the back of her neck, or lingering fingerstrokes circling the inside of her elbow had a similar effect.&nbsp; Far beyond the usual womanly delights the girl was a quivering bundle or erogenous tension, easily aroused and as easily released!&nbsp; Her innocence no longer contained the girl's hunger for both pleasure given and pleasure received, and even as she submitted to Alea's touch she did her inexpert best to return the favor in full.<br><br>Later, basking in the gentle afterglow and snuggling against her guardian, Annundil nodded assent: "yes, if I could.&nbsp; If I could keep it.&nbsp; If...mmm...if I could find someone.&nbsp; You, after all, have others..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>11-01-2010, 00:25:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I have no others, Annu," it was a simple statement.&nbsp; Alea had herself, and she had lovers, but none of a lasting kind.&nbsp; &nbsp; "Not in the sense of someone always around me," she added.<br><br>"Annu, I am a courtsean, a woman who is an expert in many social graces and one of them is erotic arts, which is knowing what must be done to rouse the sexual pleasures of the men I entertain,&nbsp; out of and in bed.&nbsp; High society men pay great sums for my services and on rare occasions I will entertain a woman.&nbsp; Because you are prone to responding more to the idea of a female you could also earn a great amount of money from those females that also crave the attentions of another female, but you will have to learn to be good at what you do, so you will need to train in the erotic arts."&nbsp; &nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>11-01-2010, 00:30:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"A courtesan."<br><br>Annundil tasted the word, rolling it around in her mouth for a moment.<br><br>"Is that like a painted jezebel?&nbsp; 'Cause there was this preacher man come around a while back and he was agin' 'em."<br><br>She paused for a long moment.<br><br>"An' if'n it'd give him an apoplectic fit, I can't see how it's a bad thing!&nbsp; He weren't no good man for all his speechifyin'."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>11-01-2010, 00:50:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>"I doubt anyone would call me a painted Jezebel, anyway a Courtesan is much more and better that a Lay-on-the-Back-for-a-Buck-Lady," she laughed lightly.<br><br>"You can start by learning on my body, and then other females," Alea removes her robe and lays back on the big bed.&nbsp; "In time you will want to learn about how to pleasure a male also."<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>11-01-2010, 00:53:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rolling onto her side and gazing up and Alea, Annundil simply nods willingness to continue...but her eyes flicker hungrily over the Elf's body, and there is no mistaking the look of adoration blossoming on the girl's face.<br><br>"Will I really have to?&nbsp; With bo...men?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>11-01-2010, 02:34:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It is men who have the most money,"&nbsp; she says straight forward, "but there are things that you can join in with me for those certain men who need a little extra something to bring them the greatest pleasure."<br><br>"Now, pleasure me."&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>11-01-2010, 03:16:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Annundil leaned forward, reaching for Alea, but stopped herself at the very last second.&nbsp; Smiling softly up at Alea, she said:<br><br>"Where would you like your student to begin?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>11-01-2010, 03:31:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>"You are on a treasure hunt, it is up to you find my secret places."&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>11-01-2010, 04:38:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Annundil nodded, leaning forward to plant a gentle kiss just above one of Alea's nipples, then another and another, putting her hands on the Elf's waist and sliding them around to the small of her back.<br><br>"I want to please you," she whispered.&nbsp; "So much!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>11-01-2010, 04:44:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>"I know you do," she whispered in return as she let out a sigh at Annu's first kisses to her breasts, which responded nicely by hardening and causing her nipples to rise and swell.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>11-01-2010, 05:26:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Running her hands up Alea's back, Annundil kissed her way over to the woman's other breast and repeated, then trailed her lips up to the Elf's neck and ear.<br><br>"You must have had...so many loves," she whispered a bit shyly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>11-01-2010, 20:55:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;<br>"Lovers, enough, let us say I have a exclusive clientele." she replied, "but no loves,"<br><br>Alea shuddered as Annu left her second breast and began kissing her long graceful neck and pointed ear.&nbsp; "Yeeessss, Annu.&nbsp; There is good."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>12-01-2010, 01:49:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Noting Alea's responses, Annundil nibbled one pointy ear and rubbed herself against the taller woman, her wet sex brushing the elder's hip.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>12-01-2010, 05:54:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>The girl was positively a sex kitten, even stimulated by rousing others.&nbsp; She could be a very rich young woman once she was fully trained.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>12-01-2010, 05:56:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Annundil's hands dipped lower, stroking the swell of Alea's firm bottom.<br><br>"So nice," the Orc-blood blushed.&nbsp; "I bet boys love touchin' you like this..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>12-01-2010, 07:43:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>"Boys have no patience for making love, they only want sex fast and furious."&nbsp; Alea commented.<br><br>"Nice Annu, go slowly and gently at first, feel out the ranges that your partner can tolerate, and enjoys."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>12-01-2010, 15:01:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ya ain't givin' me too many reasons to let 'em try," Annundil giggled, giving Alea a gentle squeeze and kissing her way back down that long neck toward Elfin breasts...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>12-01-2010, 20:32:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;<br>"No, Annu, first time males are worthless as lovers.&nbsp; Your first man will be one who will see to fully pleasuring you.&nbsp; I know you scoffed at Valerian, and I admit he is.....Ahhhhhh"&nbsp; Annu found one of her spots and the base of her neck.&nbsp; It took a moment before she could finish her words and she shuddered.&nbsp; "He is vain and conceited, but he is so proud of his sexual prowess he is a consummate and complete lover."<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>12-01-2010, 23:59:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"...don' like him," Annundil mumbled, paying more attention to that delightfully magic spot on Alea's neck.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>13-01-2010, 00:46:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Alea had made up her mind not to fake anything for Annu's sake of learning, if Annu did get a rise out of Alea, she would do so for real.&nbsp; And she did, right as the base of her long neck and down to a spot between her breasts was a spot that elicited erotic reactions from her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>13-01-2010, 00:53:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Giggling softly,&nbsp; Annundil explored with gentle nibbles and kisses and licks, eventually daring to slip one hand between Alea's thighs to test the other woman's state of arousal.<br><br>"It's okay, then, that I have...wicked thoughts?&nbsp; Whips.&nbsp; Ropes.&nbsp; Girls begging for release...?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>13-01-2010, 06:31:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>"Yes, such thoughts are allowed.&nbsp; There are all types of females and males who have all types of fantasies."&nbsp; <br><br>Annu's hands fine her more then normally moist between her legs.&nbsp; "In time you will learn what each of the erotic toys is used for, and how and where to use them."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>13-01-2010, 14:25:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The girl made a happy little noise and sucked on Alea, her fingers exploring gingerly, moving in patterns that worked far better than their mistress seemed to realize.<br><br>"And they won't mind that I'm...half an' half?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>14-01-2010, 02:37:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>"For most of them, all the care is that you are female, and that you are fully."&nbsp; <br><br>A soft groan escapes Alea as Annu explores for her areas of erotic pleasure.&nbsp; Alea had quite a few ans someone one pointed out, her body was made for sex.&nbsp; At the time she had not taken it as a compliment.&nbsp; It was true though and sex paid very well in high society.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>14-01-2010, 05:10:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Another happy little noise followed, and then Annundil kissed her way down Alea's belly until her lips and tongue followed her fingers, seeking the places that would make her mentor cry aloud with pleasure.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 02:44:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When Annu got to her navel she quivered, it was one of her spots.&nbsp; She hoped Annu would linger there, but said nothing and let her continue to explore.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 04:08:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sensing Alea's reaction, Annundil paused and played her tongue around the woman's navel, gently biting and kissing her belly before resuming her downward trend...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 05:04:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Alea could not help her reactions as she buck and twisted about as Annu play with her navel and the sensitive skin around it.&nbsp; The nibbling bites drove her wild, she clenched the sheets in tight fists and gasped for breath.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 05:15:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Annundil pulled back for a moment.<br><br>"Oh," she said softly.&nbsp; Keeping one finger on Alea's clit, she nibbled and licked around that tempting navel again.&nbsp; Another finger accidentally brushed Alea's perineum...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 18:51:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Alea back arched off the bed.&nbsp; "OOOoohhhhhhh!"&nbsp; And as Annu finger worked her clit her leg began to open of their own accotd.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 19:08:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kissing her way over to Alea's flank, Trouble plied gentle bites and kisses on the softness there, her fingers gingerly spreading the Elf's lips open and stroken their moist inner surfaces.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 21:59:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Alea's nether lips swelled into succulent petals revealing her womanhood all the more.&nbsp; Her clit stood out like a dark pink pearl.<br><br>Alea moaned softed and did her best not to shudder in revulsion, for allowing Annu to do this she had to face her worse memories, of the day she was to make love for the first time, only to be betrayed and her intended lover watched as his mistress raped and sodomized her, and he watched and even aided her in what she did.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 22:16:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lost in her own thoughts, Trouble drew her moistened fingers back up Alea's belly, alongside her lips as they caressed Alea's flank, until she took one firm nipple between her teeth gently.&nbsp; Moaning to herself, the half-orc cuddled against her mentor, trembling a little, letting one lone tear of pure joy escape her closed eyes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 22:53:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Alea reached out an arm and wrapped it round Annu and held her close as she cuddled.&nbsp; Aleea pushed back hard against her hated memories to allow Annu this precious time of discovery of her own sexuality.<br><br>She stroked Annu's thick long hair whispering elven words of endearments.&nbsp; &nbsp;She knew Annu would not understand them, except she might feel their meaning.<br><br>Never in her life, had she thought that taking on a ward would lead to this.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-01-2010, 00:35:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Smiling shyly, feeling her joyful tears spill down her cheeks, Annundil bit her lower lip and then suddenly leaned forward to kiss Alea passionately.<br><br>"Oh...th-thank you, so much...!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>16-01-2010, 01:26:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>"I will be here for you Annu, I will always be here."&nbsp; The poor child had had little enough love in her life, Alea just held her to let her know she meant what she said.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-01-2010, 02:01:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hugging Alea close, Annundil kissed the woman's cheek tenderly.<br><br>"Did it hurt? Your...your first...uhm...I mean..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>16-01-2010, 04:00:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>"Yes it did, for my first time"&nbsp; Alea kept her voice flat, "because I was raped by the lover of the man I thought would be my first lover."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-01-2010, 20:41:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trouble let out a soft, horrified gasp.<br><br>"No!&nbsp; Oh...oh, no wonder..."<br><br>She recoiled, eyes now full of self-loathing instead of gratified affection.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>16-01-2010, 22:19:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;No, Annu, don't react like that.&nbsp; What you are doing is helping me forget that,"&nbsp; she grabbed the girl and held her in a loving embrace.&nbsp; "I told you because I wanted the truth between us, and I suddenly found that the pain of the memories is releasing." <br><br>"Annu, you have helped me release the memory, now I can be free of is pain."<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-01-2010, 01:51:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"B-but..."<br><br>Alea's words sank in.&nbsp; Slowly, hesitantly, Annundil wrapped her arms around Alea again, nuzzling the woman.<br><br>"I'm sorry!&nbsp; I'm so, so sorry...!&nbsp; I didn't..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>17-01-2010, 02:05:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>"Few knew," said Alea,&nbsp; "So be at peace, Annu."<br><br>Alea just waited until Annu was in control of herself again.&nbsp; When Annu was ready to begin, Alea would be waiting.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-01-2010, 02:08:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The girl clung harder, her soft lips seeking the spot on Alea's neck that earlier had pleasured her so well...hands brushing her flanks until she could knead the Elf's firm butt, trying to slip one slender thigh between Alea's legs to press against her sex.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>17-01-2010, 02:29:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;<br>Alea slowly let her legs be spread, and Annu took up her exploration.&nbsp; She was proving to be a quick learner.&nbsp; <br><br>Alea took a deep breath and let it out, in a senese pushing back all the old fears and pain of her "First Time".
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-01-2010, 02:31:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hearing Alea react, Annundil doubled her efforts, wanting to hear her mentor cry out with pleasure!&nbsp; Gasps and sighs were so much more welcome than curses or insults...and so her mouth sought one of the Elf's nipples, her knee pressed against Alea's sex, and she lost herself in her improvised acts....
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>19-01-2010, 00:24:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Alea felt Annu getting lost in her own pleasures so she helped her along, she was young, but she would learn.&nbsp; Alea own hands went to work, searching out Annu's secret little places and teasing them.&nbsp; In turn Annu was indeed working on getting Alea to a higher state of pleasure.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>19-01-2010, 00:42:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Breaking off her breast and nipple worship long enough to press her mouth to Alea's, her tongue probing eagerly, Annundil wrapped herself around the taller woman.<br><br>"Oh, so sweet!&nbsp; Please, are you close?&nbsp; I want to see..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>19-01-2010, 02:01:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There is a spot just inside my Tunnel of Passion."&nbsp; whispers Alea, "give me you forefinger and I will show you."&nbsp; She takes Annu hands and guides it to her first spot (g spot).&nbsp; "Do you feel the difference in texture?"<br><br>Rub there and keep on what you are doing, It is....a special....spot."&nbsp; She gasps as Annu finds the spot and then rubs it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>19-01-2010, 02:04:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Annu nodded, probing just right with her fingers, mashing her thumb against Alea's clit and bending to suck a nipple again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>27-01-2010, 03:01:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Annu's touch was forceful and her suckling was untrained, but the combinations of what she was doing built the needed tension in Alea to where Annu felt her body spasming, a gush of her cream covering the finger inside her and her body buck under the girl as Alea orgasmed.<br><br>"Ahhhhh!"&nbsp; she cried out as she came.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>27-01-2010, 03:18:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Annundil pulled back reluctantly, looking shyly up at her tutor, possibly seeking approval or at least reassurance that she had not done something wrong.&nbsp; Her fingers stilled but remained in contact with Alea.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>27-01-2010, 03:24:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Wordy comments were not right for this occasion, it being Annu's first attempt to pleasure someone.&nbsp; And she could not think of the right thing to say.&nbsp; She just bent her head and kissed Annu on the forehead,<br><br>"Thank you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>27-01-2010, 03:30:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With a soft and happy noise, the young Half-orc hugged Alea tightly, then kissed her hard.&nbsp; Pulling away with some reluctance, she stretched out on her side and gazed back at the woman through half-closed eyes, a giddy smile on her lips.<br><br>"I have much to learn, I know, but...you are a good teacher, I think."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>28-01-2010, 01:35:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"Thank you Annu, now it is bed time."&nbsp; <br><br>Alea went off to her room and slept soundly.&nbsp; Morning would start all too soon with preparations to leave.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>28-01-2010, 02:15:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Annundil looked vaguely disappointed that she would have to go back to her cold and narrow bed for the rest of the night, but she went...<br><br>And in the morning picked at her breakfast, mumbling her goodbyes to Cookie and various ranch-hands when they came in through the kitchen, each in search of something forgotten.&nbsp; More likely than not, some of the rough and tough workers came to get a look at the girl, who was making some effort to dress 'ladylike' today.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>28-01-2010, 09:49:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Knowing what it would be like Alea Help Annu pack some of her favorite things, even some of her clothes, to just hang around in.&nbsp; Alea makes sure the cook of ship meets with the ranch cook to get some ideas about favorite foods and menus that Annu likes plus a quick lesson of how to cook western ranch food.<br><br>The foreman of the ranch is married and a good manager, and for Annu's sake she ups his pays, and that of all the ranch hands.&nbsp; She also has set in motion to building a better bunk houses, a bathhouse, and a family home for the foreman and his wife and family.&nbsp; <br><br>When all is said and done she leads Annu on board and shows her to her room, an elegant stateroom close to her suite, which took up the rear of the ship.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>28-01-2010, 14:32:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Annundil spends a giddy moment looking around her new quarters.&nbsp; Perhaps the truth of her new condition in life has yet to completely sink in, because her initial reaction seems to be caught between 'is all this for me?' and 'wait, this can't be the right room--who stays here?'.&nbsp; Nonetheless, Alea can tell that the girl is delighted, like a small child given the keys to a well-stocked toy store.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>29-01-2010, 04:19:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>"Yes it is all yours," said Alea reading her skeptical delight aright.&nbsp; "It is all yours, with your own bathing room." <br><br>She takes her to the door of the bathroom and shows her how to use the commode, which magically dealt with bodily wastes. and how to command the tub and wash bowl.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>29-01-2010, 05:06:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Annundil followed the tour, drifting dreamily, her smile almost surreal as it sank in that yes, this was all hers, and yes, she was allowed to enjoy it.<br><br>"Oh!&nbsp; Oh, my!"<br><br>At the end, she turned to give Alea a spontanous, enthusiastic hug, snuggling as close as her unfamiliar clothes would permit.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>04-02-2010, 22:26:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>"Annu, change into comfortable clothes and meet me on the top deck."<br><br>When Annu gets out on deck, Alea is there dressed in very revealing, tight fitting pants and short tunic top wqhich buttons to the pants.&nbsp; "We will have a suit made for you in about a day.&nbsp; You will need it if you are going to be out on deck.&nbsp; Because this is an air ship loose clothes can cause one to be swept overboard." <br><br>Alea goes to the aft deck there the helmsman and the Captian stand inside a glass wheelhouse to protect them both for wind and weather.&nbsp; <br><br>Valerian was a Master of Wind Ships and strangely Alea trusted him more than others.&nbsp; He might be the vainest Elf of all time, but because of his vanity he was also the most trustworthy and reliable.&nbsp; Vanity would not let him be less than perfect.&nbsp; Even when she learned that Lionheart was his uncle, she knew that he would never betray her, his vanity would not let him do anything that was mar his perfection.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>04-02-2010, 23:46:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Annundil nodded and changed into something familiar...flannel shirt and wool pants.&nbsp; Then she emerged onto the top deck and looked around, wide-eyed with wonder.&nbsp; Following Alea to the wheelhouse, she tried to hide behind her mentor and guardian, not yet comfortable around the likes of Captain Valerian (or, perhaps, only too conscious of her less-well-favored bloodline in the presence of Elfkind).<br><br>The Captain, of course, was the soul of courtesy, and only the professional necessity of prompt attention kept him from giving them both a polite and sweeping bow by way of greeting.<br><br>"Milady.&nbsp; Demoiselle.&nbsp; We are ready to depart at your word."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>05-02-2010, 06:58:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>"Take her into the Wind, Captain."&nbsp; <br><br>The skies were crystal blue with a dotting of clouds hustling along.&nbsp; "Come Annu, let us watch the ground."&nbsp; She walks over to the high edge of the gunwales and looks over. <br><br>The ship lifted smoothly until it rose into the winds.&nbsp; The sails, both top and those mounted on the sides were unfurled and then there was the initial lurch as the sails filled and the ship moved froward running before the winds.&nbsp; Like most Elven ships she was sleek and graceful.&nbsp; Her sails dyed like brilliance butterfly wings. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>05-02-2010, 14:39:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Annundil joined Alea at the rail, watching the ranch slip away into the distance beneath her with a catch in her throat and a sudden welling tear in her eye.&nbsp; For a moment, she felt a pang of homesickness so strong that she might have raced for the gangplank, but managed to hold her ground--it wasn't as though she wouldn't be coming back!&nbsp; And she hadn't even left, really.&nbsp; Not yet.<br><br>But then the town came into view a while later.<br><br>"It looks so tiny!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>06-02-2010, 08:16:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>"Come now you have to start your lessons; pose and posture, elocution, manners, dancing," says Alea and seeing Annu's face scrunch up, "and other things."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>06-02-2010, 17:25:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Annundil blushed.<br><br>"Other lessons bein' a reward fer not skippin' out on the rest?"<br><br>She bit her lower lip and gave Alea a frank, appraising glance.<br><br>"Awright.&nbsp; Let's get on it, then."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>07-02-2010, 07:12:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alea kept the lessons short and to the point, taking time to teach one thing before going on to another. There were times she would read the classical literature to Annu in between lessons. Evenings were reserved for other lessons.&nbsp; <br><br>Alea does show Annu the secret passage from Annu's stateroom to her own suite.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>07-02-2010, 19:11:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Secret passage?"<br><br>Annundil took a moment to grasp the significance of this, and blushed when she realized what it meant.<br><br>"Just in case ya don't want anyone knowin' I'm with you.&nbsp; Or other way 'round.&nbsp; Right?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>07-02-2010, 20:34:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>"I have had other "guests" in this room."&nbsp; Alea said with a smile. "Just let us say that I prefer descreteness.&nbsp; You can not imagine the stories lackeys can tell of the nightly visitations of certain people to certain rooms, and it is not always the husband going to the wife's room or visa-versa.&nbsp; What the staff does not see, does not happen."<br><br>"Now, tonight after dinner and our reading time, come to my rooms I will want to further your lessons on lovemaking."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>08-02-2010, 23:22:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Annundil nodded eagerly, turning her attention back to the lesson at hand...and while she was rough around the edges, and her vocabulary and diction were badly in need of help, she already demonstrated a hunger for knowledge and an eager mind.&nbsp; The girl, no doubt, had little idea of her own untapped potential.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>09-02-2010, 00:40:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Alea was in no hurry, so the ship followed the whim of the winds, there were lessons and after retiring for the night there were other lessons.&nbsp; As for her evening lessons she was a natural.&nbsp; One might say it was her Orcish blood, for Orcs were known to be very lusty&nbsp; <br><br>It was during this time Annu began to blossom in another way, physically, for Alea had begun the magics to mature her.&nbsp; Her breasts grew nicely, her hips widened a bit making her waist seem smaller.&nbsp; Her Elven blood gave her slightly longer limbs than most humans of the day, and that she did not have body hair except for her brows and the hair on her head.&nbsp; <br><br>They stopped for a week in St Louis for shopping and to allow Annu to try out what she had learned.&nbsp; The week was prosperous on many accounts and they returned to the ship to continue their journey.&nbsp; <br><br>Tonight Alea had prepared a surprise for Annu, Alea felt her ready to explore her sexuality with another female partner.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>09-02-2010, 00:51:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The changes in her body seemed to shock and embarrass the Half-orc, but she bore up well: that she now noticed appreciative glances from others, and knew that she was the reason for them, certainly helped!<br><br>But of Alea's plans, the girl sensed little.&nbsp; Instead she changed out of her dress and corset and sat beside a lamp in her chambers, reading a book of classical poetry, waiting for her mentor's summons (or arrival).
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>09-02-2010, 01:17:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tonight it was an arrival, but Alea was not alone, there was a Elven woman with her, an officer on the ship who had been to dinner on a number of occasions.<br><br>"Good evening, Annu,"&nbsp; Alea said stepping into the room from the hidden passage, "I have brought Talia with me tonight."&nbsp; Alea was in a pale seafoam green silk nightgown with a sheer silk over robe delicately dyed with a scene of sea life seemingly under the sea.&nbsp; "It is time you practice with someone new.&nbsp; Like you Talia enjoys sharing with other females."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>09-02-2010, 01:28:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Annundil's first response, besides her mouth dropping open, was to protectively hold her book in front of her chest.<br><br>"I..."<br><br>Then Alea's explanation sank in and she blushed, lowering her eyes.<br><br>"Is this so?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>10-02-2010, 04:31:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Talia smiles and nods, "There are a number of us on board, as I am sure Tarien Alea'amarandil has told you, sharing is not just done with one of another gender.&nbsp; I am like you, a Lover of Females,"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-02-2010, 14:34:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Setting her book aside, Trouble stood and stretched the pleasant fatigue of leisure from her slender form.&nbsp; Then, glancing at Alea again, she took a step closer and smiled shyly at Talia.<br><br>"And...this is to see if I can learn from two instructors?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>10-02-2010, 20:13:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>"You have learned very well from this one instructor," Alea says referring to herself.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Talia is more here to let you practice on a body you do not know.&nbsp; Of course she will also guide you to what she likes and wants.&nbsp; Beyond that......we shall see what you can learn."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>11-02-2010, 00:18:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Annundil smiled, glancing shyly at Talia.<br><br>"In that case, how shall we begin?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>16-02-2010, 01:03:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Talia walks over o where Annu sits, takes the book from her hands and puts it aside.&nbsp; Then she reaches out and slowly begins to touch Annu's face with gentle fingers.&nbsp; As she worked her hands down Annu's neck and shoulder she began to unfasten what she was wearing.&nbsp; She then waits to see what Annu will do.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-02-2010, 01:30:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Letting out a soft sigh, Annundil takes one of Talia's wrists in her hand, then presses the other woman's fingers to her lips, letting her tongue slip along slender, delicate digits...nibbling gently...shrugging one shoulder out from under her robe, exposing her bare skin and hardening nipple to the slight chill of the night air.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>17-02-2010, 06:10:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Talia lets Annu taste her hands as she leans over to taste her neck from the tip of an ear to the the pulse at the base of her throat.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-02-2010, 14:42:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Annundil gasped, tilting her head and pressing against those sweet, warm, wet lips.<br><br>"Oh, that makes my belly tighter..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 21:33:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>"MMMMM good, said Talia and her mouth then sought out other areas of delight, namely Annu's maturing breasts.&nbsp; There her tongue and lips teased her nipples until they were hard and throbbing.&nbsp; When she finally stopped, she looked to Annu to she what she would do.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 21:57:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Annundil squealed with delight, wrapping both arms around Talia's neck to cradle her wet, warm, wonderful mouth against her sensitive breasts, pressing her slender thighs together firmly in a vain attempt to ease the growing heat in her belly.<br><br>"So sweet!&nbsp; Oh, please, more...more...I want more..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 22:30:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Talia looks to Alea, the princess had told her the girl was insatiable, and nods to her.<br><br>Talia easily leads Annu to her bed and sits with her, more experienced with dealing with a female partner she raises her hands to cup Annu's face.&nbsp; "Part of receiving is giving, Annu." She bends to kiss her.<br><br>"You must make me want to give you more."<br><br>Alea had been right in her choice to call in Talia, she would be perfect for Annu to learn from.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 23:57:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Annu whimpered softly, then kisses Talia's lips, ear, neck...her hands finding the other woman's shoulders, stroking gently, pulling her close.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>27-02-2010, 22:12:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Talia help to guide Annu's novice hands to her own erotic areas and after the girl had given as well as recieved, Talia guided her down to the bed and again began to make love to the girl.&nbsp; <br><br>She straddled the girl's body and played with her breasts and nipples again first with her hands and then with her mouth.&nbsp; With her hands free Talia started at Annu's waist and worked her way down to her womanhood.&nbsp; There her hands played with her nether lipos and finally her finger sought and found the delicious nub of pleasure.<br><br>HEr finger began to rub lightly around it, then she moved her finger faster rubbing her clit.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>28-02-2010, 02:18:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Being touched brought Annundil quickly to a state of distraction, and soon Talia was rewarded with the Orc-blood's soft cries of innocent pleasure!&nbsp; Then, as her climax built, she clumsily tried to reciprocate.&nbsp; Her fingers found Talia's sex, then her lips found the Elf's ear...<br><br>"Ohhh!&nbsp; I...Talia?&nbsp; What else?&nbsp; How else to please you?"<br><br>On wild impulse, she kissed her way down the Elf's belly, bringing her lips and tongue nearer to the other woman's sex, lightly licking around her navel.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>01-03-2010, 21:40:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>"Yesss, Annu,"&nbsp; Tallia squirmed a bit as the girl sought to pleasure her in return.&nbsp; "There," then after a bit of the girl's tongue in her navel, "Now lower, and taste me."<br><br>Annu was inexperienced but she made up for that in her open willingness to give in return.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>01-03-2010, 21:43:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Annundil slipped lower, licking Talia hesitantly...then with greater eagerness, reveling in the scent and taste of aroused she-Elf.&nbsp; Wrapping one arm around to rub Talia's belly, she parted the Elf's lips with her fingers and probed with her tongue as well.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>06-03-2010, 07:12:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Novice as she was Annu made up for it with her exuberance.&nbsp; Soon Talia was writhing on the bed.&nbsp; <br><br>Now it was Talia's turn to do the same for Annu.&nbsp; The Elf woman suddenly flipped Annu over so that she was on top and she hungrily ate ate Annu's erotic spots until she was rising to her peak.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>06-03-2010, 17:43:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Spreading her thighs eagerly, rolling her hips up to meet Talia's lips and tongue, Annu gasped and cried her appreciation for these novel 'lessons', almost forgetting that her mentor was in the room.<br><br>"Oh!&nbsp; Oh, yes...oh, my..."<br><br>Her hands wandered wherever they could, seeking to please and tease the pretty woman loving her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>10-03-2010, 04:02:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;<br>Finally sated and exhausted the two fall asleep in each others arms, Alea covers them, do to the night chill this high in the air.&nbsp; She crosses back to her room and crawls into her empty bed.&nbsp; <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-03-2010, 04:04:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trouble wrapped herself around Talia, clasping her spoon fashion and nuzzling her neck, nibbling those pointed ears until sleep took her.&nbsp; And when she awoke, some time later, she sleepily nuzzled some more, hoping to repeat the pleasure...or at least the semblance of affection.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>10-03-2010, 04:14:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Elves being light sleepers, Talia awoke and found Annu ready to go on, and that was fine with her.&nbsp; "Annu, you are insatiable," she chuckles as she started to nuzzle and fondle Annu all over again.&nbsp; &nbsp;Having found a number to erotic and tender locations of the young 1/2 Orc girl she made the most of them, soon having Annu writhing about the bed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-03-2010, 04:16:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes," the Half-orc admitted.&nbsp; "Maybe I am.&nbsp; It feels good...like nothing else ever has..."<br><br>She did her best to give Talia a gasp for a gasp, a moan for a moan, and eagerly offered oral pleasures and gentle fingering for as long as the Elf would allow her, striving to drive her new lover as wild as she could.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>10-03-2010, 04:37:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Talia finally wound things down, "Annu I have duty in about 3 hours so let us rest, She kissed the girl on her forehead and snuggled in next to her."<br><br>Later she was able to leave Annu asleep, while leaving to cleanup for duty.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-03-2010, 04:42:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Waking to find herself alone, Annundil sighed softly and let her fingers linger between her skinny thighs, luxuriating in the memories.<br><br>"...no fair," she whispered to the world in general.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>11-03-2010, 08:18:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Alea was up early to greet the sun, they were headed to St Louis for a couple of days, since the twon could not supply them with all their needs.&nbsp; That would give them a couple of days for Annu to&nbsp; practice her manners and deportment.&nbsp; She sipped her chocolate mint tea as she savored the sunrise they were moving into.&nbsp; In an hour the maids would take her a breakfast tray of a multi-grained porridge, fresh fruit, 2 harboiled eggs, 4 sausages, and toast with butter and honey.&nbsp; She would need the extra calories because Alea had hastened her growth.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>11-03-2010, 14:23:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Squeaking in alarm as the maids entered, yanking the bedclothes up to hide herself, Annu eyed them warily in spite of the delicious repast they delivered.&nbsp; Her mentor had not yet appeared, and instead she got this...mmmm...mouth-watering breakfast?&nbsp; Well, it wasn't as though Alea wanted her harmed.&nbsp; Less concerned with her modesty than a proper lady ought to be, she merely draped a blanket loosely over her slender form as an improvised robe (mumbling thanks when a maid replaced it with an actual dressing gown) and sat to eat.<br><br>Alea might be amused to find that her young charge was not in the least surprised at her own appetite--working on a ranch had made her accustomed to large portions, consumed quickly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 22:57:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Alea came in a hour after breakfast.&nbsp; "Good morning, Annu.&nbsp; Did you enjoy your liaison last night?"&nbsp; <br><br>She smiled to the girl becoming a woman, "Talia seemed very happy this morning."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 23:27:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Annu smiled at Alea, blushed, nodded.<br><br>"She was fun.&nbsp; Is that why you change lovers so often?&nbsp; To keep it...fun, rather than..."<br><br>She frowned, trying to think of the words.<br><br>"Rather than being taken for granted, or...or assumed to be someone's property."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>17-03-2010, 03:23:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				How to put this, Alea looked at the girl.&nbsp; "Sharing is like is a means of erotic enjoyment.&nbsp; Sometimes we feel like listening to martial music and other times we want something more slow and romantic."<br><br>Now time for lessons and then some free time.&nbsp; Which is what happened, fairly regular, though Alea had a way to turning the lessons&nbsp; including dance and deportment into something that bordered on fun.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-03-2010, 04:05:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The idea of more lessons made Annu pout, but she joined in with a will.&nbsp; Perhaps she hoped to entice her mentor back to bed by a show of cooperation, or perhaps she was simply bored...but soon she lost herself in the simple joy of learning.<br><br>"If I misbehave, will you spank me," she asked at one point in a husky whisper.&nbsp; "I might be tempted..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sorsha</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 03:32:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>"I would think no supper would be a more fitting punishment."&nbsp; &nbsp;She has to keep her face straight when she says that, knowing what Annu was alluding to.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble Is...  (Sorsha/MP)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 03:39:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Annu pouted when her gambit failed and bent her attention again to the task at hand, barely aware of the wistful little sigh that escaped her lips.&nbsp; Last night had done very little to ease her desire for her mentor's touch...firm, stern, and oh so pleasureably affectionate.
			</dd>
		</dl>
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