Wild Horses (Desiree and Pinyon)
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				Title: <strong>Wild Horses (Desiree and Pinyon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pinyon</strong> on <strong>12-04-2009, 15:50:54</strong>
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				Ballor would have been a noticeable presence in the crowded room even if he hadn't just won the chariot racing tournament on the biggest festival day of the year.&nbsp; He was a tall man, well over six feet, and heavily muscled all over, but especially in his chest, arms, and thighs, which he had to keep strong to handle the powerful teams of horses that drove him to victory.&nbsp; His dark skin and shoulder length black hair gave away his origins in the southern lands, and his dark eyes flashed with an intensity that few could match.&nbsp; It was this intensity that gave him the nerve that was required to survive the life on the sand tracks.&nbsp; He still wore his long blue racing cloak, the leather belt over his bare chest that would hold his sword when he carried it, and the large metal and leather codpiece which was the only protection he would consider using on the track.&nbsp; Death he could live with, but some injuries he wouldn't even consider risking...<br><br>As it was, the party was in his honor, and he strode the room, admiring the beautiful women.&nbsp; They were always there.&nbsp; Not that he complained, but tonight he found some of their luster to be dulled.&nbsp; <em>Is this it? </em>he thought.&nbsp; Granted, he certainly found immense pleasure among his female fans, but, lately, he found himself looking for more of a ... challenge.&nbsp; If they were too startstruck, too pliable, he found that it left the act a bit, well, flat.&nbsp; They were just like his horses (he loved comparing them to animals).&nbsp; There were many beautiful horses, and he was good at taming and driving most any of them.&nbsp; But no matter their beauty, if they didn't have that conifident and fiery spirit inside them, they would never be able to perform as hard as you needed -- never be able to take you as far as you wanted to go.&nbsp; For most men, they would be more than content.&nbsp; But he was a charioteer, and a champion at that.&nbsp; He made his livelihood by seeking thrills and risks and living on the edge, and then reaping the rewards.<br><br>But every once in a while he would find a horse that was not only beautiful and powerful, but, as soon as he looked into it's eye, he knew that it was his equal.&nbsp; It's intensity and desire matched his own, and hew knew that when its power was combined with his, no one would be able to match them.&nbsp; <em>If only I could find a woman like that?</em> he thought.&nbsp; <em>Why is it always this endless parade of doe-eyed flowers?</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wild Horses (Desiree and Pinyon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Desiree</strong> on <strong>12-04-2009, 17:02:21</strong>
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				There was something about the chariot races that lit embers within the depths of Desiree's spirit, and it had little to do with who won and who lost.&nbsp; It was the sound of the horse's beating hooves against the ground, the strength of the men who controlled them, the way the wildness of the beast was tamed but never caged by the power of the one worthy enough to do so.&nbsp; She had watched the chariot races that day, and with each round she felt herself growing more and more aroused by the passionate struggle of animal and man.&nbsp; By the chase, the wild, seductive chase.<br><br>She had come to this party to be closer with these men, to dare them in a way that their submissive horses never could, for her wildness could not be tamed; that much was clear by simply looking into her deep blue eyes, flames flickering within the golden specks as if something inside of her was more alive than any mortal could claim to be.&nbsp; It was passion in its most literal form, so potent that it was dangerous if a man tried to unlock it who could not handle the heat.&nbsp; <br><br>But, as her eyes met Ballor's, a man she had taken especial notice of during the chariot races for the way in which he controlled his beasts, she knew that there was at least one man she might believe capable of handling her ride.&nbsp; From across the room she watched him, eyes piercing through him as if she were unaware that he could quite literally tear her apart.&nbsp; Her red strapless dress clung tightly to her form, firm breasts lifted to soft mounds of cleavage, inticing all who looked but granting no one access.&nbsp; She was a tease, a seductress, and with a simple tilt of her head, blonde hair falling behind her bare shoulders, she met his gaze without hesitation.&nbsp; Her intentions were clear, she had no need to hide them.&nbsp; She wanted him.&nbsp; She wanted to know that she wanted him.<br><br>But, as a soft smirk painted itself upon her plump, half parted lips, her eyes sparkled with warning that she was not an ordinary woman.&nbsp; In this simple look, teasing and daring, she questioned whether or not he was man enough.<br><br>Before waiting for him to give any indication of a response, she broke the gaze as if suddenly uninterested, turning towards a table where food and drink was being offered, and away from him.&nbsp; In truth, the movement was meant only to intice him further, as her long legs strutted out beneath her, hips swaying in perfect rhythm to the beat of her longing heart.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wild Horses (Desiree and Pinyon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pinyon</strong> on <strong>13-04-2009, 04:53:06</strong>
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				<em>That is no doe-eyed flower,</em> he thought to himself.&nbsp; His heart raced as he met her gaze, and instantly saw the fight and the confidence in her limitless, lustful eyes.&nbsp; Even he had to admit that it was hard to hold her gaze, but his nerve was fueled by the thrill that was still coursing through him from the day's races.&nbsp; His lust always ran high on nights such as this, and he had found what he wanted.&nbsp; He <em>would</em> maker her his tonight, and she would have to know that it would be so.&nbsp; He sat, mesmerized by the curve of her luscious breasts piled above her neckline, rising and falling with her breath.<br><br>"Oooh, so strong!"&nbsp; The giggling voice came from his side, and felt a momentary flash of anger at the interruption as a porcelain hand caressed his bicep.&nbsp; This was the banality that he normally dealt with.&nbsp; <em>You can't do any better than that?</em> he thought to himself.&nbsp; <em>I </em>know <em>my arms are strong!&nbsp; Damn, where's your spirit woman?</em>&nbsp; Nevertheless, he turned to face her.<br><br>"Hello Nadine," he said.&nbsp; He remembered bedding her at least a few times before and he thought that was her name, though he didn't care much if he was wrong.&nbsp; The beauty of it was, neither did the women.&nbsp; He turned back to the woman in red and met her gaze, and then realized that even this interruption could be part of his fun.&nbsp; He put his arm around Nadine, sliding his hand inside the very high slit in the side of her skirt, squeezing her bare ass.&nbsp; "Come here and give me a hug," he said, pulling her close.&nbsp; Nadine gave out a mock protest of a squeal, then giggled liked a schoolgirl after her first kiss.&nbsp; She didn't push away, but dipped her cleavage for his benefit with her hug.&nbsp; He never took her eyes off the new woman the whole time.<br><br><em>You see,</em> he was telling her, <em>I could have any woman in here.&nbsp; But you are the one that I will have.<br></em><br>"Now run along Nadine.&nbsp; Maybe we can catch up later."&nbsp; Nadine gave a little pouting act, and then seemed even more genuinely miffed when she realized Ballor wasn't going to even look at her as he dismissed her.&nbsp; She sulked off towards a group of puffed up noblemen, leaving Ballor alone again.<br><br>He felt mixed pangs of anger and regret when the woman in the red dress turned away from him and walked to another table, but just as quickly they melted away when he saw her walk.&nbsp; The sway in her hips was as much of an invitation as her lingering gaze, if not more so, and he smiled.<br><br>"Beryl!" he shouted to the serving girl, and smiled as she approached.&nbsp; "You see that beauty over there in the red dress?&nbsp; Bring her a glass of your best wine."&nbsp; This bar was famous for being one of the few that could import wine from the northlands made with the local black currants.&nbsp; It was the current rage among all the ladies.&nbsp; "No wait!" he called after Beryl as she turned to put in his order.&nbsp; "I changed my mind."&nbsp; This wasn't most ladies, he thought with a smile.&nbsp; "Bring her a mug of the Austershalin stout, instead.&nbsp; And me one too, while your at it."&nbsp; It was one of the most valuable beers in the empire, but it was not for the faint of heart.&nbsp; When he didn't explain, she simply shrugged coyly at him and replied, "It's your money!"<br><br>Beryl returned with his ale, and he watched as she approached the other woman, gesturing at Ballor.&nbsp; When he caught the woman's eye, he grinned at her, raised his mug, downed the entire thing and then met her eyes once more, enjoying his little game.<br><br><em>I know you're worth the best that money can buy,</em> he was telling her with the gesture, <em>but if you can't handle this, then you don't stand a chance with me.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wild Horses (Desiree and Pinyon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Desiree</strong> on <strong>17-04-2009, 03:46:46</strong>
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				She did not turn to look back at the alluring man until she had reached a chair by the bar, sitting down gracefully, spinning the seat a bit so that she could see her target if she so choose.&nbsp; She tossed him a glance after a few moments, impish smile forming upon her lips as she saw him with another woman, though his gaze were locked on his.&nbsp; Though he might have meant the gesture to tease her, in truth she could not help but feeling somewhat aroused by his behavior, this fiery game that they were playing.&nbsp; As he held his interlude with the poor girl who did not stand a chance, she made sure to hold her gaze upon his, her confidence never fading, her desire only growing.&nbsp; She then proceeded to slide a soft hand down to her tanned thighs, running her fingers up and down her own leg, slowly pulling the silky cloth of her red dress up, turning her body slightly so that the man could not see anything too naughty... besides the fact that her fingers disappeared at the exact moment that she let her head fall back slightly, lips parting in a silent moan, her blue eyes still passionately locked upon his own.<br><br>She seemed to be tossing a message back at him, and it was clear enough; she did not need him.&nbsp; Wanted him desperately, yes, but needed him, no.&nbsp; She could pleasure herself on that stool all night, and in the look she seemed to be daring him to try and please her more than she could please herself.&nbsp; Was he man enough, she seemed to be asking?<br><br>As he let the woman he had been teasing her with go, she slowly and reluctantly stopped touching herself, fingers damp with the sweet juices of desire that were already preparing her tight pussy for what she hoped would soon be a passionate penetration.&nbsp; She lifted her hand up towards her lips, still parted in muted pleasure, and slowly licked off the lubrication that had formed, mouth pulled in as she sucked her fingers dry.&nbsp; She finally let her hand drop, and before giving him a chance to return another silent message, she turned her gaze away from him, back towards him, as if he had never existed at all, nor was he enough to hold her attention for long.<br><br>Of course it was a lie.&nbsp; She was wet for him, hot for him, shivering in anticipation of him.<br><br>The beer that had been sent over for her could not have come at a better timing.&nbsp; It would help dull her raging craving for his cock until she could win this little game of theirs; being in control of her desire was a must.<br><br>She looked over her shoulder at him to see his silent message; if she couldn't handle the beer, she couldn't handle him.&nbsp; She loved a good challenge.<br><br>Turning to the barkeep who had offered her the drink, she took it without hesitation and leaned over to whisper something in his ear.&nbsp; Her eyes never left Ballor's.&nbsp; It took the waiter just a few seconds to leave and return with her request; a shot of tequilla, though he seemed unsure if such a soft looking woman could handle it.&nbsp; She took the shot, again without hesitation, and downed it swiftly, just as she imagined downing his explosion of cum, and chased it with the beer.<br><br>She set the mug down and met his gaze one more time, eyebrow lifted as if threatening him not to challenge her again; she would not lose.&nbsp; She then spread her legs ever so slightly, nodding him towards her with a quick bob of her head, a subtle biting of her bottom lip.&nbsp; Her gaze lowered towards his groin, hoping for a bulge, then back up to meet his eyes again, never flinching in her command for him to approach her.<br><br>If he dared.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wild Horses (Desiree and Pinyon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pinyon</strong> on <strong>17-04-2009, 04:22:45</strong>
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				It was all Ballor could do to keep his mouth from gaping open as he watched the woman.&nbsp; He shifted slightly in his seat, trying to make himself more comfortable as his cock stiffened in his pants, clearly not comfortable in its confines.&nbsp; If she had looked closely, she would have seen his neck muscles rigid with tension in anticipation of his time with her.&nbsp; He held her gaze but had trouble hiding his admiration when she swallowed the fiery liquor before downing the beer.&nbsp; He shook his head slightly, and smiled at her.<br><br>When she finished her display, he walked up to the bar and called out, a bit hoarsely, "Berwyn!&nbsp; Check, please!"&nbsp; He was at the bar for a minute, talking to Berwyn, glancing over at the woman occasionally.&nbsp; When he was done, he walked up to her.&nbsp; He smiled down at her, his dark eyes unashamedly ravaging her body and drinking in every inch of her incredible form.&nbsp; He let his gaze blatantly linger on her sizeable cleavage, before raising his eyes to hers.&nbsp; "Well done, m'lady."&nbsp; He took her hand, making sure it was the same one that had been between her legs only seconds before, and bowed deeply and gracefully to her.&nbsp; He kissed the back of her hand, briefly, but then instead of releasing her, slowly took the fingers into his mouth.&nbsp; He sucked them gently, teasingly, savoring the sweet taste of her juices.&nbsp; He raised his eyes to hers as he stood again.&nbsp; "Never let it be said that I didn't pay my respects to a lady who bested me.&nbsp; I hope you'll do me the honor of allowing me another chance sometime soon." He held her gaze, his desire clear in his dark eyes.&nbsp; "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some brief business to attend to, and then I'm afraid I must retire.&nbsp; I suddenly find myself bored with all of these people."&nbsp; He held her gaze for an extra minute, before turning and walking to a nearby table to address an older man.<br><br>As he withdrew his hand, the woman felt something he had left behind.&nbsp; When she looked, she saw a key and a small piece of paper.&nbsp; Opening it, she read in surprisingly flowing script: <em>#12;&nbsp; I can think of far better challenges for a lady of your beauty. </em>
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