Golden Sky Dancers
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				Title: <strong>Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Livonii</strong> on <strong>03-07-2008, 07:08:59</strong>
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				I hear Krak long before he strikes the gong that signals a new day in the Temple. Truth be told, I've not slept all night. I can't shake the image of Taritha in the ring, her naked body bleeding to death in my arms after being gored by a rogue bull. That was almost two weeks ago, and Krak has been pressuring me to accept a new partner. I sense I might be ready if just the right person came along.<br><br>I jump from my pallet, wearing only the loincloth we all wear while in quarters. It's decorated with a golden bull dancing in the sky, the talisman of our troupe, the Golden Sky Dancers. We are the best, the elite. At least we were before Traitha's death. I know I must dance again, and soon, or I will lose my edge and end up with a bull's horn in my gut. But I have no desire to dance.<br><br>"Hey, Xerin," calls Tilla, a thin girl with small, pert breasts and thin hips -- like all the other girls, actually, for big breasts just seem to unbalance a female dancer. I like Tilla, and have slept with her a few times, but nothing really came of it. "Yeah, Tilla, "&nbsp; I reply.<br><br>"Have you heard about the new dancer? She's coming here from the Bull's Blood troupe." Now that's a piece of news. The Bull's Blood are good, almost as good as we are. "I thought they all quit after that double kill," I call back. "Almost all, except for their star female. She wants to continue dancing, and Krak talked her in to joining us," says Tilla.<br><br>My mind starts to whirl, for I know the woman of whom she speaks. My loins contract just thinking about her. But I hide my reaction, and rush off to morning exercises and the beginning of another day in training.
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				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>05-07-2008, 00:06:53</strong>
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				<br>As the litter arrives at my new temple, I watch a slave run in to let Krak know of my arrival.&nbsp; I suddenly doubt the sagacity of this move.&nbsp; Perhaps I should have quit when all the others did.&nbsp; It suddenly seems risky to be starting over with a new troupe.&nbsp; With a new partner, even.&nbsp; A man I have never met. <br>&nbsp;<br>I have <em>seen </em>Xerin dance a few times.&nbsp; He and Taritha had been hailed as the best team ever to dance atop the bulls.&nbsp; I know that I am a better dancer than she was.&nbsp; He is better than my partner Langos.&nbsp; When Kayla and Ranxho were both killed, Langos lost all zest for life, and he swore to give up the dancing completely.&nbsp; <br><br>Xerin is known to be the best male dancer in Knossis and possibly all of Crete.&nbsp; Krak is smart to put us together; I can see the logic in it.&nbsp; Still, I wonder how Xerin can dance after what happened with Taritha.&nbsp; I’m not sure if I can trust him to keep me from the same fate.&nbsp; Was it his mistake, or hers that led to her death?&nbsp; &nbsp;It is a painful subject, and I’m not sure how soon I will bring it up with him.&nbsp; <br><br>I wasn’t going to come here, but&nbsp; Krak can be very persuasive.&nbsp; His offer of complete freedom with a pension after only five more years of dancing was practically unheard of.&nbsp; What else can I do?&nbsp; I am a dancer and so I must dance.&nbsp; &nbsp; I step out of the litter and head up the steps into my new temple and home.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Livonii</strong> on <strong>05-07-2008, 00:39:08</strong>
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				<strong>Xerin</strong><hr>There's a sudden commotion in the outer courtyard, and some of the servant-slaves start moving among the dancers, whispering, "Kiveli is here!" At first I pretend indifference, but my curiosity gets the better of me and I follow the noise to its source.<br><br>Kiveli looks just as good as I remember, and my loins twitch just to look at her, even though she's wearing a plain wool traveling cloak that conceals her body. But it does not conceal that face. Some have told me they think her arrogant, but I recognize her expression for what it really is. Confidence. Utter, complete, warranted confidence.<br><br>An old feeling begins to suffuse my body. The sensual, almost sexual anticipation of dancing with this woman -- and surely Krak will pair us together -- starts to burn away the ennui I have been feeling. I do not fawn over her like the others, but I walk up to her and offer a simple but warm greeting before returning to my bed in quarters.<br><br>&nbsp;{ I wonder where Krak will bunk her? } &nbsp;I find myself hoping it will be in Taritha's, empty since her death.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>05-07-2008, 19:28:03</strong>
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				As I am surrounded by the members of my new troupe, I try to remember all their names.&nbsp; There is only one that truly interests me, and his greeting his short, almost curt.&nbsp; I get the feeling I am being foisted upon him.&nbsp; I watch his lean body as it disappears back into the temple and turn my attention to the greeters.&nbsp; I have clearly caused a stir here.&nbsp; <br><br>After the initial hubbub has died down, Krak takes my arm and leads me into the temple.&nbsp; First things first.&nbsp; As I enter, I let the coarse cloak slip from my shoulders, freeing me from its confines.&nbsp; I am used to nakedness, and the temple frees me from the outside world.&nbsp; Krak leads me to the room of worship.&nbsp; I had heard that The Golden Sky temple has the largest and most beautiful forms of our god Taurus.&nbsp; Yet, I can hardly believe its beauty as I gaze up at it.&nbsp; I prostrate myself before it’s golden form and pray.&nbsp; The cold stone floor against my breasts cool me.&nbsp; <br>I feel my fears ease away as I complete my prayers. <br><br>Krak is waiting for me as I finish, and he takes me on a tour.&nbsp; The temple here is amazing.&nbsp; The relaxation chamber has pillows and chairs for resting.&nbsp; Several of my new troupe are taking a mid afternoon break and drink tea and eat delicate pastries.<br><br>The common bath house is clean and smells of olive oil, cloves, cinnamon and myrh.&nbsp; I drink in their smells as I find myself liking this place.<br><br>Krak ends his tour with the sleeping chamber.&nbsp; There are sixteen pallets, and he leads me to one. <br><br>“This will be yours.”&nbsp; I look at the figure on the pallet next to it and see my new partner Xerin laying on his back.&nbsp; He looks to be asleep, but I can’t be sure.<br><br>“Thank you Krak, “ I say.&nbsp; “This temple is already feeling like home to me.”&nbsp; <br><br>Krak informs me that the afternoon exercises begin in an hour and I should prepare myself to join the troupe and leaves me alone with the resting&nbsp; Xerin.&nbsp; I am restless, though, and do not wish to sleep.&nbsp; I sit quietly on my pallet and cross my legs.&nbsp; I turn my attention to Xerin and examine his features closely.&nbsp; He is truly a handsome man.&nbsp; I wonder if he will prefer men like my last partner, or if he&nbsp; enjoys the company of women.&nbsp; I find myself hoping he likes women.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Livonii</strong> on <strong>06-07-2008, 01:21:29</strong>
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				<strong>Xerin</strong><hr>I'm resting lightly when I hear two pair of footsteps enter the sleeping room. One is obviously Krak, and since I don't recognize the other set, I know it has to be Kiveli. I listen carefully. She's very light on her feet, and the precisely measured cadence of her steps speaks to a similar precision in the arena. I sense confidence in her long stride.<br><br>Without opening my eyes, I imagine her as she sits on her pallet, like all of us wearing only one of the troup's signature loin cloths. She's almost exactly my height, and her black hair is long and kinky, probably tied behind her head. Her face is a perfect oval, piercing eyes, strong nose, sensual mouth. She has wide shoulders, graceful arms and hands, and large breasts. Her waist is narrow even for a dancer, and her hips flare out in a very womanly way. Her legs are long and trim, with large but graceful feet. <br><br>For the second time today I feel a stirring in my loins, this time definitely sexual. I sense she is watching me, and from the faint whisperings as she sat down I know she has crossed her legs, her sex free under her loincloth. Taritha preferred women, and do not like involvements except with my partner, so I have been a very long time without a woman. I start to imagine, imagine, and the stirring intensifies. Then I regain control of my mind.<br><br>I wonder what Kiveli has heard about Taritha, so I say very quietly, "She was careless, you know. And overconfident. I tried to distract the bull with my own body, but he had a single purpose that could not be changed."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>06-07-2008, 01:52:15</strong>
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				His words shock me.&nbsp; Partly because they are so forthright.&nbsp; Partly because his voice is sensual in a way that I had not expected.&nbsp; <br><br>That he had tried to distract the bull is a relief to me.&nbsp; Yet, why does he lay blame so easily on his partner--her overconfidence?&nbsp; I am not sure it is possible to be overconfident when facing a bull.&nbsp; I am always filled with a clear terror tempered with excitement and certainty.&nbsp; My hands sweat, my heart races and my mind clears all at the same time.&nbsp; Perhaps without the fear, I too, would be "overconfident."<br><br>My heart is racing now, though.&nbsp; Not out of terror, but from something else I do not understand.&nbsp; A new sensation.<br><br>"Tell me what happened," I say quietly.&nbsp; I want to hear the whole story from him directly.&nbsp; <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Livonii</strong> on <strong>06-07-2008, 10:25:27</strong>
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				<strong>Xerin</strong><hr>I am not surprised by her request. It's what I would do in her place. My eyes still closed, I hear a faint rustle of her loincloth as she leans forward attentively.<br><br>I begin my tale in the same low, quiet, confident voice I'd used a moment ago. "Taritha already had a reputation as a gambler when she joined the Dancers. She came to us from Rethymnon. Krak told me she had settled down after a bad goring, and that togther Taritha and I could become the greatest dancers in Crete, perhaps in all the world. "<br><br>"Taritha and I did not click personally, as she preferred women to men, but that did not really bother me. In the ring we were like water, flowing so gracefully around the bulls that I began to think Krak was right. We practiced hard, and won many matches. Then, gradually, she began to take chances. For example, instead of making a simple leap when the bull was obviously trying to gore her, she would make a one-handed leap."<br><br>At Kiveli's almost inaudible gasp of surprise, I nodded my head, still keeping my eyes closed. "She was <em>very</em> skilled, but her timing sometimes was a tiny fraction off. Like the day she died." I was quiet for a long time as the scene unfolded in my mind for the thousandth time. I appreciated her silence while I remembered. Finally, I continued.<br><br>"The omens were ambiguous. If they had signaled disaster, Krak would not have allowed us to dance. But skill usually triumphs over uncertainty, so we danced. All through the competition, we were untouchable. Taritha danced better than she had ever danced before, and she inspired me to exceed my best as well. "<br><br>"Then, on the last dance, we drew a red bull, the meanest red I've ever seen. For a while Taritha and I soared, but then she made a tiny error in judgement, and the bull gored her. I had just finished a triple back flip, and was therefore about thirty feet away. As soon as I heard the bull's horn tear into her leg, I whirled, breaking the dance routine, and started sprinting toward the bull."<br><br>"Taritha was down, clutching a gaping wound in her thigh, blood spurting everywhere. I've seen worse, and was not too worried, but she could not move her leg. Then, disaster. The bull ignored the handlers, spun on its feet, and headed back toward my partner with that crazed look bulls sometimes get. I screamed at the bull, but he ignored me."<br><br>"The bull's feet blurred, dust flew, and he raced at Taritha. Somehow she wriggled out of the path of the horns, and the bull sped past. It spun around again for another pass, still ignoring the handlers, and missed again. By now I had reached Taritha, and sped past her to put my body between hers and the bull."<br><br>"When the bull charged, I tried to make a kill by driving its left horn into the dirt so it's neck would snap. I know it's a risky move, yet I could see no other option. But the bull was too strong for me, and threw me at least thirty feet. Two seconds later, the bull reached my partn..." I stop, unable to continue for the moment. <br><br>I collect myself, then finish the story slowly. "The bull gored Taritha two times before anybody could react. One horn in her chest, into her heart, and the other horn into her gut, eviscerating her. The handlers finally arrived, and got a net over the bull, but it was too late. My partner, Taritha, lay dead on the sand."<br><br>I relax my body consciously, not realizing until that moment how tense I'd become. My eyes remain closed. I am not sure I want to see Kiveli's reaction to the story. But I do realize I want to wail in her arms, as on a mother's breasts, for I have not grieved for Taritha. It is time. <br><br>I open my eyes for the first time, look at my new partner, and allowed her to see my grief and despair.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>06-07-2008, 19:23:13</strong>
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				I am so moved by Xerin's story I am speechless for a moment.&nbsp; It is so rare for a bull to take several passes at any one dancer like that.<br><br>As he opens his eyes, I am filled with empathy for this man I do not know.&nbsp; This total stranger who has shared with me his pain.&nbsp; It is clear, though, it is unresolved, and I will not--can not--dance with him until he is free of this pain.&nbsp; Until it is gone, some part of his being will live with that in a way that will interfere with the purity of the dance.&nbsp; Neither of the two members of my troupe that had died were my partner.&nbsp; I wasn't in the ring, and their deaths were what could have happened to Taritha and Xerin.&nbsp; The first was gored, and the other drew the attention from the bull and was himself gored.&nbsp; Both died from their wounds, but they died out of the ring many hours later.&nbsp; <br><br>I am finding myself thanking Taurus that he left Xerin alive and took only Taritha.&nbsp; TO be killed by a bull, to be chosen by a bull can be considered an honor.&nbsp; I don't think those words will bring any comfort to Xerin, though.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;I don't know what to do.&nbsp; He is lying on his back, his eyes an open window into his pain.&nbsp; I am terrified of this openness.&nbsp; Scared of what I see before me.&nbsp; I have never encountered a man--or another person even--who is so open and raw.&nbsp; My chest tightens and I feel myself move slowly to his pallet.&nbsp; &nbsp;I sit next to him and reach up to gently caress his face.<br><br>"You need to release this pain.&nbsp; Taritha won't be free to ride with the gods until you let her go."&nbsp; I move my hands to his shoulders and the outside of his arms, ready to accept him into my arms.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers (Xerin and Kiveli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Livonii</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 02:09:16</strong>
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				<strong>Xerin</strong><hr>I wonder if I have said too much, as I see conflicting emotions flying across Kiveli's face. But my concerns vanish in the sensation of her hands on my face, tender, almost loving hands. Somehow I trust her. I have no idea why, as I always reserve trust -- it is my most precious gift, although precious few people understand.<br><br>Her hands move to my shoulders, and although I am naked except for my loincloth, there's nothing sexual in her fingers. Sensual, yes, <em>highly</em> sensual, but she seems to have no motive other than to comfort me. Why she would do that, for one a stranger to her, escapes me. But the combination of time, her open arms and my need conspire, and I pull her down onto my pallet, clutching her body with a need that has been building for weeks.<br><br>{I must not weep in front of this woman,} I think desperately. {She will think me weak, and then will not dance with me.}&nbsp; But my rational mind has lost the battle to my soul's desperate need, and as I clutch her tightly my grief begins to surface.<br><br>I tremble, a rapid vibration starting deep within my body but quickly surfacing, and then the tears flow. I make no sound with my voice, but my tears speak for me, flowing freely, wetting the neck of the woman I clutch so tightly. Silent sobs wrack my body. One hand is behind her back, the other on her buttocks, and I press myself hard against her. I <em>need</em> to feel a woman against my body. It's not sexual, it is existential, affirming that I am alive. That there is hope. <br><br>After what seems like hours in my grief, my sobs begin to subside. I am finally able to let go the irrational feeling of guilt I have been bearing about Taritha's goring. Although I lessen my death grip on her body, I do not let go of Kiveli, just relaxing in her embrace. Relaxing. Relaxing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 06:17:35</strong>
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				I am surprised as he pulls me against him.&nbsp; Sudden. Desperate. I feel him trembling.&nbsp; He is holding back, not wanting to give into his despair.&nbsp; He is so tense I think he might break in two.&nbsp; Then, almost as suddenly he begins to cry.&nbsp; I know he is crying even though he makes no sound.&nbsp; I feel his tears against my neck, and his sobs--so silent--shake his body.&nbsp; I can not calm them, but I try to contain them.&nbsp; His hands on my back and bottom are strong and firm, yet not insistent.&nbsp; They grip me tightly as though he is clinging to life itself. <br><br>As he pulls me against him, I sense a desire that is incredibly strong--a wanting, but not a taking.&nbsp; It is an odd sensation.&nbsp; I have never been with a man who has held me so closely before in this way.&nbsp; Even during sex, I have never felt this close, this attached.&nbsp; <br><br>It seems like a long time goes by before I feel him relaxing.&nbsp; He still holds me against him, but I sense a release of some sort within him.&nbsp; Perhaps he has done what he needs to move on.&nbsp; Perhaps there is more to come.&nbsp; I pull myself up , leaning on my forearms across his muscular chest&nbsp; so I can see his face.&nbsp; It is still wet with his tears,and I look into his eyes.&nbsp; There is a clarity there that had not been there just a short while ago.&nbsp; I smile and think about what it might be like to kiss him.&nbsp; Just as I lean forward to do so, before it is clear that is what I want to do, the gong rings loudly calling us to our work.
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				Post by: <strong>Livonii</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 07:43:48</strong>
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				Holding on to Kiveli, cradled in her arms, I release Taritha from my mind. I know I will never forget her, but the false guilt is gone. For the first time since her death I feel the familiar stirring in my soul, the need to pit mind and body against a charging bull, to depend for my life on my partner's skill and honor, and to give her everything I have. <br><br>Kiveli raises herself up, her well-toned arms across my chest, and I notice a flickering of another desire. {Her torso is magnificent,}&nbsp; I think. Indeed, she is superbly muscled, and although her breasts are large for a dancer, on her they do not look ungainly. I think about kissing her nipples. She smiles, and leans forward as if to kiss me....<br><br>And the gong rings, the two-three pattern that means Krak wants us all in the practice ring. With newfound energy and resolve, I smile at Kiveli and say, "Thanks." I put as much depth and emotion into the word as I can, then bound off the sleeping mat. "Come on. Now we dance!"<br><br>But Krak has different ideas. He puts us through a series of basic individual drills suited for beginning dancers. I realize at once why he's doing this -- it's pretty obvious, really -- but a few of the dancers start grumbling. "We learned these drills years ago," and "Why are we doing this crap again?" Krak surely hears them, but he pretends not to do so, and just keeps running the drills, one after the other.<br><br>Kiveli, of course, already knows most of the drills. I admire her flawless execution. Even with the occasional new drill, she only needs to see it once before it becomes part of her. I admire her exceptional mind even more than her technique. After three hours without a break, Krak calls a halt and sends us all to the baths. "We will resume one hour after dinner, so do not eat too much," he instructs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 19:01:02</strong>
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				I run through the exercises like child's play.&nbsp; I'm uncertain of Krak's methods.&nbsp; I let my mind wander while we go through these motions, nearly meaningless, but at least my body is moving and my mind is hardly needed.&nbsp; Even the drills I've never done before, unique to this troupe, are simple and relaxing.&nbsp; I watch all the other dancers as we move in unison.&nbsp; They are all good.&nbsp; Exceptional, really.&nbsp; There were only a couple that I can tell are perhaps recovering from injuries or are perhaps just being careless.<br><br>I find myself returning time and again to watching Xerin.&nbsp; I tell myself that it is only because we are to dance together, but I can't help but wonder if there isn't more to it than that even.&nbsp; Whenever I find myself behind him I can't help but look at the nape of his neck.&nbsp; The way his dark curly hair bends up just so and the way his muscles bunch and tense during certain moves.&nbsp; Xerin's basic movements, the way he turns his head, the way the muscles in his legs bunch as he lunges--they make me desire him in a way that I haven't felt for anyone in a long time.&nbsp; And his hands.&nbsp; They are so strong and beautiful.&nbsp; I imagine them roaming over my body, cupping my breasts.&nbsp; I falter on a move and scare myself.&nbsp; Clearly, I must attend to this desire so that I don't falter in the ring with a bull.&nbsp; I am relieved when the three hour practice is complete.&nbsp; I feel nicely exercised but not taxed as the moved had all been simple.&nbsp; <br><br>As we all head off to the communal bath, I fall in step with Xerin.&nbsp; He doesn't seem talkative, so I just step in stride with him and follow him into the water.&nbsp; &nbsp; I am still having trouble remembering the names of the whole troupe, but as they pair off--not necessarily in their dance pairs--I begin to place their relationships. All the others have partnered and have begun washing each other.&nbsp; I turn to Xerin and hand him the sponge closest to me. <br><br>"I'll do your back, if you do mine."&nbsp; I smile at him and turn so he can begin.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Livonii</strong> on <strong>08-07-2008, 01:31:41</strong>
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				<strong>Xerin</strong><hr>I've heard that some troupes have separate men's and women's baths -- the reason completely escapes me -- so I'm not sure how Kiveli will react to our setup. I drop my loincloth without a second thought, and step into the washing pool with her.<br><br>Kiveli turns to me, hands me a sponge and says something. But I am not really listening, as for the first time I see her naked. She steals my breath away, looking more like a goddess than an ordinary woman. Without her loincloth, the curves of her body simply flow like a melody sung by the finest chorale. Her breasts seem even more perfectly balanced now that I can see the line of her hips. She's more graceful just standing there than a dolphin swimming in the open ocean. I am entranced.<br><br>And most extraordinarily, she has trimmed her pubic hair! I have never seen anyone do that, but the effect is stunning. She's left just enough hair that the outline of her labia are barely visible, not quite hidden and hinting at so much more. The effect is quite erotic, and I feel a flush coming into my face and a stirring in my loins.<br><br>As Kiveli turns away, I realize I'm holding a sponge in my hands, so I dip it into the oiled water and wet her back. Even through the sponge the effect is electric, and I can not help putting my bare hand on her shoulders, moving it down her spine to her buttocks in an almost reverent stroke. I make the reverse stroke, buttocks to shoulders, and then begin to wash her back with the soapy spunge. "You are a goddess," I think -- and then realize I have spoken the words out loud.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>08-07-2008, 02:32:06</strong>
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				Xerin is so quiet that it takes me a moment to register his words.&nbsp; Did he really just call me a goddess?&nbsp; Surely, I must have mis-heard him.&nbsp; My limbs are too long for my short torso, my breasts are too large, my hips too wide and I have one scar on my left thigh--though he won't be able to see that until I spread my legs for him.&nbsp; I flush at the certainty of it.&nbsp; I know in my heart that I want this man.&nbsp; I want him to open me up and devour me.&nbsp; And I want him.<br><br>I look around the pool, and I see other couples involved in their own bathing.&nbsp; Chatting, playing around a little.&nbsp; One is actively copulating across the way.&nbsp; I can't help but watch as the woman--damn, what is her name?!--sits across the lap of the male Tirius. His penis entering her barely veiled in the soapy water.&nbsp; I feel myself flush with longing.&nbsp; <br><br>The strokes Xerin is making on my back arouse me.&nbsp; If I were a man, I would be completely erect, and my thoughts would be known to all around.&nbsp; I am happy to be a woman and able to hide my burning desire.&nbsp; I lift my arms so he can scrub my sides.&nbsp; I can hardly wait until he hands me the sponge so I might touch him.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Livonii</strong> on <strong>08-07-2008, 03:01:18</strong>
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				<strong>Xerin</strong><br><hr>I wash her back exactingly, not wishing to be accused of being a slackard. All right, I admit to myself, I do not wish to stop touching her. I notice Hexan and Rinnai copulating in the water, and wonder why they did not wait for the pool. Soap always irritates my cock, but perhaps he is immune. Nevertheless, the sight causes me to wonder if Kiveli and I will do the same, and <em>that</em> thought travels to my loins faster than a lightning bolt from Zeus can hit the ground.<br><br>Kiveli raises her arms, in the process lifting up her breasts. {Zeus! Did she do that on purpose?} I try to ignore the effect she is having on me, but it is very difficult. I wash her sides with the sponge, and then repeat the motions with my hands. My fingers graze her breasts, and my own breath quickens.<br><br>I reach down to her hips, gripping her firmly, and turn her around in the water so I can finish washing her torso. I start to move the sponge over her neck, then down to her breasts, and I freeze, one hand holding a sponge and the other hand holding her breast, nipple surprisingly hard beneath my palm. I look into her eyes and I am lost. The only thing moving is my penis, and I am very glad it is under the water and out of view from most people. I am not a prude, but I am not Hexan, either. <br><br>"You are a goddess," I repeat very softly, but this time intentionally, wanting her to know of my wanting her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>08-07-2008, 19:48:35</strong>
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				He says those words again.&nbsp; "You are a Goddess."&nbsp; I am not, but he makes me feel like one.&nbsp; I look down at his hand on my breast and see his enlarged penis.&nbsp; &nbsp;I am not surprised, but pleased.&nbsp; If a man were this close to me and touching me in this manner and did not have such a response, I would take offense.&nbsp; I smile at Xerin and take the sponge from him.&nbsp; I slowly pivot on my left foot to maintain balance and even more slowly move my right foot to rest on his left shoulder.&nbsp; Without breaking eye contact, I wash my right leg, letting the water drip down his torso.&nbsp; The water is deep enough that my sex is covered, but it is clearly visible to at least Xerin.&nbsp; &nbsp;Once done with my right leg, I switch, and do the same with my left leg.&nbsp; His hand has not moved, and I wonder if he can feel my pulse speeding up as I wash, thinking only of what will happen later.<br><br>Once I am done with my legs, I rinse the sponge and collect fresh soap.&nbsp; I am shorter than he is and I have to move closer to reach his neck.&nbsp; I feel the tip of his penis hit my belly button, I let it lodge there while I scrub his torso. I break eye contact with him so I can be sure to actually cleanse his whole body. As I get to his nipples I give them a playful little pinch.&nbsp; Rather than turn him around to wash his backside,&nbsp; I move in closer, folding his hardness up against me as I reach around to cleanse his back, I turn my head to one side and lean my chin in gently against his shoulder, my lips against the side of his neck,&nbsp; so I can reach everywhere.&nbsp; I breath in his scent I exhale with my mouth so my breath grazes his neck.&nbsp; I wash his firm buttocks in circular motions, opening his cheeks slightly to let the water wash him clean everywhere., delicately running my finger along the inside crack.&nbsp; I am finished but am loathe to step back.&nbsp; I kiss his neck and whisper in his ear,"And you, sir, are a god."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Livonii</strong> on <strong>09-07-2008, 02:10:52</strong>
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				<strong>Xerin</strong><br><hr><br>{Zeus!} I think. As Kiveli washes her legs, I am stunned into immobility. Even though her sex is beneath the surface, I can see it clearly. With her leg on my shoulder, her trimmed pubic hair no longer hides her labia, and I have a clear view of her. My erection stiffens further, and I realize that she is offering a promise of later delights. <br><br>As she begins to wash my back, I feel my penis on her abdomen, sliding easily across her taut flesh in the soapy water. I don't want this to end. I jerk with pleasure when her finger cleans my butt, and then am stunned again when she calls me a god.<br><br>Most everyone has finished their washing, and all the couples save two have migrated to the soaking pool. I point with my head, still not breaking the eye contact I am finding so erotic, and step out of the pool. Of course there's no hiding my raging erection now, but then, most of the men are in that state, so nobody pays any particular attention to me. <br><br>But as Kiveli rises like Aphrodite from the sea, one by one every head turns to stare at her. I laugh, for there are only two reactions: lust or envy. I laugh again, for this goddess seems to want <em>me</em>, and I feel blessed to be alive, and excited about dancing with the bulls and dancing with Kiveli.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>09-07-2008, 04:00:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The air is cold upon my skin as I step out of the baths.&nbsp; My nipples become tight and erect, though I suspect my state of arousal has as much to do with that as the coolness of the air.&nbsp; Xerin reaches his hand for me, declaring his desire for me in front of all, and leads me to the soaking pool.&nbsp; <br><br>I am a little surprised at how easily we have fallen in together.&nbsp; All I can think of is touching him, kissing him, moving in harmony with him during the dance and in the pool.&nbsp; We walk through the massive pool hand in hand until we reach a bench on an inner curve.&nbsp; It is possible from here for others to see us, as we can see others scattered about.&nbsp; But they are involved with their own needs, and seem to not really care that Xerin and I have bonded so obviously and so quickly.<br><br>Before either of us takes a seat I find myself reaching up with my free hand and put it into his dark thick hair. I pull his face down to mine, trembling at the idea our lips would soon touch.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Livonii</strong> on <strong>09-07-2008, 05:09:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her touch on my hair electries me. I can not recall having such an erotic reaction before, just from a woman's touching my hair! Then she begins to pull my face toward hers. Normally I bristle a little when a woman tries to coerce me, but I realize that nothing of the sort is happening now. Her motions echo my thoughts, her desire reflects my own, her eyes have become molten pools of desire, as have mine. If she had not started the kiss, I would have.<br><br>I don't need to look to see what's going on around us. Bull dancing is dangerous, and we've all learned to live each moment to the maximum, for there may not be another. Kiveli's lips seem drawn like a magnet to mine, and when we finally touch, we just hold the contact, stretching out <em>this</em> moment in time. <br><br>Finally I can take it no longer, and I draw her lips fiercely to mine. Months of pent up sexual desire fuel my tongue as it seeks entry into her mouth, and my hands move quickly to her breasts. {Her nipples are magnificent. So long and hard! Aiii} I have to admit to myself that I have a fetish for long, hard nipples, and Kiveli' are a fantasy come true. I stroke them, then break our kiss to press my lips where my fingers have been so recently, suckling on her breasts, oblivious to the stares that have begun, not hearing the whispered comments aroound us.<br><br>I have only one thought now. I need to be inside my goddess. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>09-07-2008, 06:31:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As Xerin touches my breasts, I can hardly contain myself.&nbsp; When he moves his mouth from mine to my breasts I arch myself backward in pleasure.&nbsp; Xerin is ready to take me, and I am ready to have him, but my attention is drawn away by a loud laugh.&nbsp; I look over Xerin's shoulder and see that the entire troupe has gathered behind him, watching.&nbsp; Normally, onlookers would not bother me, but to have the entire troupe's attention is too much.&nbsp; <br><br>I let out a squeak of surprise--I was unaware how much like a mouse I could sound.&nbsp; I feel myself turn red--not just in the face, but if possible, my entire body is flushed.&nbsp; Is it so unusual that Xerin would be mating that the whole troupe would want to watch?&nbsp; &nbsp;I'm not sure what Xerin is thinking, that maybe I squeak when I'm excited as he continues to suckle my breasts, but the look on my face must be comical as the entire troupe begins to sing an old bawdy tavern song about a rutting bull, only the change the name of the bull to Xerin.&nbsp; I can't help but laugh at their good nature...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Livonii</strong> on <strong>09-07-2008, 08:23:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The bawdy song finally catches my attention when I hear my own name in the lyrics. I look up, Kiveli's nipple popping out of my mouth in a somewhat comical fashion, and see the entire troupe gathered around, watching (and ogling, to tell the truth). I can tell that it's all in fun, and even rather touching.<br><br>As usual, Hexan is the one who speaks their collective mind. Even though I am the best dancer, by common consent he is the leader of the troupe. He jumps into the water next to me, and gives me a strong-armed hug. "Xerin, it is truly good to have you <em>back</em> with us. We were concerned you might, well, after Taritha died." His voice trails off, but we all knew what he meant. "Anyway, I don't think you have enough time to do what you obviously are ready to do." <br><br>Hexan takes a slap at my still-erect cock, but it's only in play, and I pretend to be shocked, and we all laugh. Most of us prefer the opposite sex for lovemaking, but there is one strange three-male grouping and a female pair. That leaves Tilla on the out, and she's been chasing me for weeks. Even though I really like Tilla, and think she has a great body, I'm grateful I did not succumb as I look at the goddess still in my arms.<br><br>I laugh, full of joy again, and jump out of the pool, my penis still ragingly erect. I pull Kiveli out to join me, and hug her, my cock slapping her thighs. Then the gong rings -- two-three, two-three -- and it's time for evening practice. <br><br>I find my loincloth, wait impatiently while Kiveli dons her own, and run to the ring holding on to her hand. I am sure that Krak will start us on the more complex exercises, and I am ancxious to impress my goddess and to watch her in velvet motion.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>09-07-2008, 20:08:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I can't help but notice the look the small one gives me...I think her name is Tilly but that's not quite right.&nbsp; I am sure she doesn't like me.&nbsp; Everyone else seems to be laughing and joking in a truly happy fashion.&nbsp; It's as if Xerin and I have just completed a hand-fasting ceremony and everyone is rejoicing with us. I see jealousy in only the one woman.&nbsp; I hope it doesn't last as I have a feeling I will want Xerin for as long as I can dance.<br><br>As the gong rings, and we gather our things to go to the ring, I am hopeful that we will do more than the basic exercises of earlier.&nbsp; I'm sure that Krak was being kind to me, keeping everything easy to just help me learn this troupe's routine.&nbsp; Still, I'm anxious to exercise my body and begin to focus on the dance.&nbsp; I clear my mind as we run, putting thoughts of Xerin and what will come in a corner of my mind so that I can unlock them again later.<br><br>By the time we enter the exercise room, my mind is fully attune to the dance, ready to focus on the exactitude it requires.&nbsp; Krak begins to explain a new routine to the entire troupe. He calls it a daring and bold new routine, and my stomach twists in excited anticipation as it requires that Xerin and I move in complete and exact synchronization.&nbsp; The number of actual leaps is rather astonishing, with the whole troupe taking a various set of turns before Xerin and I complete the routine with a complex set of motions.&nbsp; I have never seen a routine that required so many in air flips and twists.&nbsp; I am excited by its complexity, yet I wonder how wise it is to begin with this particular routine. I try not to let my concern show, but I shoot Xerin a short questioning glance. <br>"Is this your normal type of routine?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Livonii</strong> on <strong>10-07-2008, 02:56:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As we enter the practice circle, a palpable tension permeates the atmosphere. I know Krak is going to take us to new heights, so I'm not disappointed when, after some warmup exercises, he explains his idea for a new finale. Usually it's difficult to synchchronize sixteen people at once in the ring. Too much opportunity for the bull to gore a dancer in the crowded spaces. <br><br>But Krak has done it. By having us rotate in an ever-flowing circle, all of us can be in the ring and give the bull space at the same time. Naturally, Krak gives the most complex moves to Kiveli and me, especially the last daring jump. No one has ever succeeded in multi-person gymnastics on the back of a bull, so when Kiveli asks me about it, I just shake my head in the negative.<br><br>Of course, it's only a practice bull, animated by four slaves, but I'm sure we can do this. The move itself is deceptively simple. Kiveli stands three feet behind me, and as the bull charges at me, I grab his horns, then do a simple one-turn flip onto his back. While I'm still in the air, Kiveli makes her jump, landing on the bull's back just in front of me. Then I grab her waist, and lift her up to my shoulders. She's supposed to ride there, her sex pressing into the back of my neck, and then she's supposed to stand up on my shoulders. All while the bull is running full-tilt around the ring. <br><br>As Kiveli and I balance, two more of the troupe jump up on the bull from either side. I grab their hands, and now four of us are riding, with me as the anchor point. Nobody has ever done this before, although some have tried easier moves, and some have died trying.<br><br>Even with our heightened skills, we founder the first few times. Everyone laughs, as it's not a big deal, and on the fourth time we succeed. We keep practicing, sweat pouring from out bodies, exulting in the knowledge that no other troupe can do this. And secure, knowing that Krak will not send us into the ring to dance with a live bull until he knows we are more than ready.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>10-07-2008, 20:29:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				the first time I am on Xerin's shoulders I fall off.&nbsp; The fact that I was holding his neck between my legs made me loose my concentration.&nbsp; I try to not let it show..let everyone think I was actually clumsy.&nbsp; I re-focus all my energy on the dance and try to forget that Xerin is touching me.&nbsp; After a couple of attempts, I am finally successful in separating my thoughts and truly focusing on the dance.&nbsp; I must fuck him soon, or I will kill myself during a distracted moment during a dance.&nbsp; <br><br>After Krak calls the exercises complete, I can't help but feel a sense of relief.&nbsp; If the afternoon work out had been simplistic, this one had been on the other extreme.&nbsp; Still, I feel strong and powerful having finally completed that last set of flips successfully.&nbsp; Doing it on a real bull, I think,&nbsp; will be a might trickier and easier in some ways.&nbsp; As good as the slaves are, they can't be completely perfect in their pretense of being a bull.&nbsp; And they certainly don't illicit the general sense of danger riding a real bull does.<br><br>I grab Xerin's hand as we are done and pull him toward the baths.&nbsp; "Perhaps a short bath this time?" I say, smiling, "And a bit more time in the pool?"<br><br>I feel myself flooded with excitement.&nbsp; I have dropped the intense focus I had to draw upon during the dance and allow my mind to wander to more lustful, carnal thoughts.&nbsp; The image of Xerin's cock poised to enter me at the pull is clear as a bell in my mind's eye, and now, now I am more than ever ready to see it come to a reality.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Livonii</strong> on <strong>11-07-2008, 02:41:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kiveli's hand in mine and her obvious excitement cause an electric current to move up my arm, down my chest and straight to my groin. While we were at practice I had forced myself to concentrate on the dance and not on her -- although when her wet sex pressed against the back of my neck I almost lost it. I told myself it was just sweat, and <em>focused</em>. Now, as she pulls me to the bath, images of us in all sorts of erotic positions flood my mind, and my manhood quickly rises to flagpole status.<br><br>We jump into the bathing pool. I grab a sponge, and &lt;oooph!&gt; grunt as Kiveli presses her body hard against mine and starts to wash my back vigorously. I return the favor, feeling her breasts rubbing against my chest, slippery with soap. "Let's not spend much time in the soaking pool, my goddess. I know a special spot in the garden where we can go." Kiveli does not answer right away, although I can tell she's not put off by the suggestion. I'm content to wait for her response.<br><br>As the evening wanes into night, we finish washing the dust and sweat off our bodies, and then saunter over to the soaking pool. I flush with pride as Kiveli molds her body to mine, walking hip to hip with our arms entangled and with my cock pointing the way like a semaphore. I briefly notice Tilla looking at us. {Is she jealous?} I wonder, but dismiss the thought as being beneath her. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>11-07-2008, 04:41:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				This second bath is more intense, fast, yet none less erotic than the first.&nbsp; I am so desperate for him that I can't help but move quickly.&nbsp; The soaking pool rejuvenates my muscles, for I know I will be riding a different kind of bull shortly.&nbsp; As Xerin leads us through the waters, I can't help but notice the other dancers seem to be giving us our space, unlike earlier.&nbsp; Perhaps they have seen me work hard and are willing to give Xerin to me.&nbsp; Perhaps I have earned the right to claim him whereas before they were not so sure of me.&nbsp; <br><br>The small one, Till is again looking at us.&nbsp; I tense a little as I see in her eyes the jealousy that lives within her.&nbsp; Is she jealous of my dancing?&nbsp; Or, is she jealous of the fact that Xerin is on her arm, his cock proudly displaying his own desire.&nbsp; Perhaps she's never seen his cock so erect and ready.&nbsp; &nbsp;I sense it is the latter.&nbsp; For that I am grateful.&nbsp; If she were jealous of me in the ring, it could prove fatal.&nbsp; Jealousy in the pool is generally a short lived thing as we dancers can be fickle.&nbsp; I wonder if Xerin and Till have partnered in bed before.&nbsp; Perhaps that would explain it.<br><br>"Take me to your place in the garden.&nbsp; I want to be alone, " I say.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Livonii</strong> on <strong>11-07-2008, 05:29:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her frank words excite me further. I get so tired of women who want me to read their minds. Like Tilla, I suspect. I don't mind a little mystery. Actually, I revel in it, but I want to know if a woman is attracted to me or not, for then the chase itself is as fun as the catching.<br><br>But I sense the catching has begun, even though the chase is only a day old. I'm definitely not complaining. The erotic tension between us is palpable as I lead the way into the garden. Near the entrance there's plenty of light, but as we walk further inside, into the labyrinth, it quickly becomes darker. By the time we reach the deepest parts it is pitch black. I keep my hand tightly on Kiveli's just in case she is nervous about the dark.<br><br>I've always been blessed with almost supernatural hearing, so I have no difficulty in locating "my" secret place, with its soft mat and pillows, even though it's hidden in the darkness. I hear several couples in other similar nooks, the sounds of their passion muted by the hedges and ignored by everyone. What could be more natural?<br><br>I bring my mouth close to Kiveli's, whispering, "We will not be disturbed here, my goddess. And we have as much time as we like." I nibble on her lips, then let my lips traverse the planes of her face, memorizing her tactile feel and the taste of her skin. My hands slip around her waist, pressing her close to me.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>11-07-2008, 18:18:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				My heart is beating fast, almost as fast as when I am on top of a bull.&nbsp; The excitement of the moment filling me, expanding me, making me giddy.&nbsp; As Xerin pulls me in against him, I feel the length of him against my stomach, his hardness pressing against me.&nbsp; <br><br>The suddenness of this hits me.&nbsp; I'm nearly blindsided by the notion that less than a day before I was in a different world.&nbsp; One would think that changing troupes is simple, a matter of moving one's things to another pallet.&nbsp; In the dance world, it is different. Our lives are dictated by others, our every hour lived out to a prescribed set of rules.&nbsp; Our only freedom is in choosing our partners outside of the dance, what we put in our mouths at meals, and how hard to scrub out aching bodies.&nbsp; We don't leave the temple unless it is to perform.&nbsp; <br><br>I put my hands on either side of his face and touch him.&nbsp; Trying to know him.&nbsp; My eyes search his.&nbsp; How can this connection I feel have come about so quickly?&nbsp; This has never happened to me before.&nbsp; My desire for a man has never been this great.&nbsp; I kiss him on the forehead, just below his eyes, on his cheeks, his chin, his neck.&nbsp; I lean back my head and open my neck and breasts to him, I feel vulnerable, excited, alive.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Livonii</strong> on <strong>12-07-2008, 00:19:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I can hear the strong beating of her heart, fast and fluttering like a bird. I realize she's as excited as I am. &nbsp;{ How can this be happening so fast? } I wonder. Then I shush my over-active brain. That does not matter. What matters is that she is in my&nbsp; arms. "My goddess," I murmur as she strokes my face, learning its contours.<br><br>I sense her leaning her head back, exposing her neck to me. There's something feral about kissing a lover's neck. It could signify domination, ownership, and submission. But to me it signifies trust and willingness to take risks, to love with total abandon. I accept her invitation, and place my teeth on her jugular, biting. I bite every exposed inch of her neck, laving her skin with my tongue each place I bite, slowly showing her the depth of my passion.<br><br>As I'm consuming her neck, I place a hand on her breasts, marveling at how soft and firm they are. Her nipples have been stiff since the bath, and simply beg to be kissed, but I content myself for now with stroking them with my hands, twirling them between my fingers, and pulling them out, out, out... until they pop back in place. <br><br>My own breathing has become hoarse and ragged, and my pulse is racing in my ears. I feel the first drops slide out of my rigid member onto Kiveli's thighs, and I wiggle closer to her. "My goddess," I repeat. I'm want to spend the entire night here in her arms, but I know that's impossible.&nbsp; We must sleep, or face an accident. Still, the night is young, and there's enough time for us.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>12-07-2008, 22:52:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Xerin's attention to my neck and my breasts, my very sensitive breasts, nearly puts me over the edge.&nbsp; The wetness against my thighs make me even more aware of Xerin's cock poised and ready.&nbsp; I want to take my time, explore his body, have him explore mine.&nbsp; I imagine taking his cock in his mouth and playing with it, I imagine him licking me, placing his fingers in me and want all of it.&nbsp; Yet, there is an urgency there.&nbsp; It seems to me like we've been playing at this all day.&nbsp; If I don't let him take me now, will it ever happen?&nbsp; I don't want to rush things....but....I....Can't.....help....myself....<br><br>I move my arms under his, and wrap them around so that I am grabbing him at the top of his shoulders and I use a little jump boost to lift myself off the ground.&nbsp; My strong dancers thighs grab Xerin around the waist, and I am poised in front of him, ready to take him in.&nbsp; I pause there...waiting for him to take aim.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Livonii</strong> on <strong>13-07-2008, 12:53:18</strong>
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				"Kiveli, my goddess," I murmur huskily as she slithers around to face me. Her breasts barely graze my chest, but they feel like burning coals. Her ankles cross behind my back and I feel her thighs gripping my waist sensuously. I sense her face in front of mine, and as I press down lightly on her hips with my hands, ready to impale her on my rigid member, I find her mouth.<br><br>Her lips also burn with an icy fire, and my tongue on hers sends electric jolts of arousal through my entire body. I can contain myself no longer. "My goddess, I need to fill you with my seed, to feel you climax with me now so we can be one in the ring forever." My turgid member grows to its full size, barely touching the opening of her sex. I can feel how wet she has become, how much she desires me, and yet I hold. I want to savor the moment for a few more seconds.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>14-07-2008, 00:26:29</strong>
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				I kiss him back, the tip of his cock just at the edge of my wet opening.&nbsp; "Yes," I say.&nbsp; "I want you inside of me. Please..." I beg him.&nbsp; Kissing him urgently, feverishly as if...as if we have to do this now or there might not be any other possible chance to ever do this again.&nbsp; Like there is only this moment to live for and that nothing else that came before matters, and anything after this can't possibly matter.<br><br>I kiss him again.&nbsp; "Yes...Yes...Please" I whisper the last into his neck, smelling his smell at the same time.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Livonii</strong> on <strong>14-07-2008, 10:52:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kiveli's urgent request breaks the stassis. I put my hands on her soft but firm hips, and slowly and firmly press her down onto my turgid cock. I lift up my hips, pressing inside her with a long, languid, soft, gentle, urgent, rampant, explosive thrust <em>up</em> and into her sex. As my cock penetrates smoothly, I moan with suppressed need and tension suddenly released.<br><br>I return her urgent kisses, my mouth devouring hers, my lips trying to engulf her face with kisses and bites, my tongue darting in and out as if I possessed the sexual goddess before me. Or more accurately, as if possessed by her.<br><br>My own nipples are flaming with sensation, enlarged to their maximum size by the erotic tension between us. As I begin pressing my cock in and out of her dripping sex in urgent, smooth, frantic, controlled strokes, I press my chest against hers, feeling the tips of her aroused nipples grind against my own. Although my nipples extend a quarter of an inch when thoroughly aroused, as now, her nipples astonish me, for they are as thick as those of a nursing mother's and well over 3/4 of an inch long. &nbsp;{ Zeus! How can they be so big and hard? } I marvel.<br><br>I want to press my lips against her breasts, but we are locked together in harmony now, and any change might break the magical sensation of coupling with my goddess. &nbsp;{ This is not fucking,} I think. &nbsp;{ This is love. } &nbsp;My hips continue their own version of the dance of the bulls, moving more strongly with each thrust.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>14-07-2008, 23:56:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				When he finally gives into my pleas and Xerin enters me, I feel a sense of completeness.&nbsp; Like we are truly bonded in a way that was meant to be.&nbsp; Perhaps Taurus had planned this for us so that we might dance together in a way that honors him like never before.&nbsp; As he moves in and out, I feel his entire length ride itself across my clit with every stroke.&nbsp; This has been such a long tense day, that it takes me no time at all before the orgasm comes.&nbsp; The swiftness and intensity of it surprises me.<br><br>I can't help myself as I scream "Xerin, Oh bless the GOD's, Xerin you are Taurus&nbsp; my love!"&nbsp; And continue to ride my bull-god for all I am worth.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Livonii</strong> on <strong>15-07-2008, 15:40:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I am stunned when Kiveli has an orgasm shortly after I slide inside her, and even more shocked when she calls me by our god's name. I had planned to stretch out our lovemaking, slowly building up to a mutual and satisfying climax, but her reactions blow my mind. I feel her turgid nipples rubbing against my chest, the lips of her sex clasping my cock as she rides me like a bull, and I begin to lose control.<br><br>My own orgasm had awakened this morning when I first saw Kiveli, and has been building every minute since then. I've not been with a woman for over a year. It's almost as if my body had known Kiveli would be mine, saving me for her. Pent up passion coupled with an almost divine sense of union now crashes upon me.<br><br>Grasping her buttocks, I squeeze as hard as I can. My hips buck hard against her sex on her downstrokes. <em>Harder</em>. <strong>Harder. <em>H-a-r-d-e-r!</em></strong> My seed explodes inside her, coating her, oozing out between her thighs to mingle with the sweet juice of her own orgasm. "My goddess!" I scream, then bury my face in her neck. I faintly notice her body responding in kind, but at the moment the gardens could catch on fire and I would not notice, so hot burns the passion inside me.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>15-07-2008, 20:52:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As Xerin squeezes my buttocks, I still feel the crashing waves of the orgasm slow down as we cling together in the garden.&nbsp; We are still standing, clutching each other in our eagerness.&nbsp; I lean my head into his and rub his cheek with mine.&nbsp; I kiss him along his neck and exposed shoulder.&nbsp; <br><br>I lean my head back and begin to laugh.&nbsp; I laugh for the pure joy of being human, being with Xerin and the moment.&nbsp; Happiness and completeness fill me.&nbsp; I lift my arms up to the gods and thank them for this gift.&nbsp; I lean back, my legs still wrapped tightly around Xerin and his arms still around me, letting the cool night air drift across my chest, my long hair grazing the ground and Xerin's feet.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Livonii</strong> on <strong>16-07-2008, 06:25:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As Kiveli leans back, the moon breaks through to provide a gentle illumination of the scene before me. She's still impaled on my cock, and has leaned away from my body, arching her back and pointing her breasts to the sky, her nipples still engorged and testifying to her passion. I look down to where our bodies are joined, and I can make out the enlarged length of her clit poking out from her labia. The sight makes me start to become hard again.<br><br>Without losing our connection, I slowly lower us to the ground, allowing my goddess to settle into my lap, our sexes still joined, chest touching breast, lips touching lips. "My goddess, you make me feel so alive! I did not know that I've been waiting my entire life for you to <em>complete</em> me!" This is as close as I can come to expressing my heart's longing that Kiveli has satisfied. <br><br>"Kiveli, what is your greatest dream?" I find I want to know everything about her, and to tell her everything about myself. To become one in mind as well as in body. I can feel my erection deep inside her, but I remain still, prolonging the sensations as long as possible. {I feel so connected. This must not ever end!}&nbsp; Although I know it <em>will </em>end at some time, I am content for now to converse with my love and lover.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>17-07-2008, 05:48:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No one has ever asked me of what I dream, Xerin."&nbsp; I say to him.&nbsp; I snuggle against his neck.&nbsp; There is something erotic and sensual and incredible, just sitting there unmoving with him still inside me.&nbsp; A tender connection--rare...hopeful...renewing...<br><br>&nbsp;"At the moment," I say, "I don't want this to end. Ever."&nbsp; <br><br>"Can we stay here all night?" I ask, dreading moving from this spot.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Livonii</strong> on <strong>17-07-2008, 09:28:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Xerin</strong><br><hr>I think, {What a delicious, novel thought! Stay here all night? } I laugh gently at the erotic idea. "Perhaps not all night, as we dare not be stiff in the ring for tomorrow's practice. But I see no reason to hasten from here." My arms move to her waist, and just pull her in a little, which forces my erect member a little deeper in her womb. I take care not start any rocking motions, as I want to prolong this <em>connection</em> as long as possible.<br><br>I nuzzle her neck tenderly, biting every bit of exposed skin. I love the feeling of her complete submission to me and my total surrender to her. Before I can even think about it, I blurt out words I've never spoken aloud before. "I love you, Kiveli."<br><br>I'm stunned by my own confession, for it sounds so right and so deep, yet my feelings had blossomed so quickly they have taken me completely by surprise. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>17-07-2008, 20:06:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				For the first time in many years, I dread the thought of dancing--if only because it will force me from this place, this moment of exquisite happiness.&nbsp; <br><br>As Xerin kisses my neck, I feel myself ready for more. Something long.&nbsp; Slow.&nbsp; Drawn out.&nbsp; The coupling had been intense and fast and wonderful, but I truly love the feeling of a man when I can explore him fully, slowly--touching every inch of his body. Kissing, licking.&nbsp; <br><br>As he expresses his love for me, I feel surprise.&nbsp; "Xerin..." I say softly.&nbsp; I kiss him gently on the lips.&nbsp; My own emotions are in a turmoil of happiness and joy.&nbsp; "I...love...you...too."&nbsp; It feels weird to say those words aloud.&nbsp; I laugh at myself. It seems so simple when the feelings are there.&nbsp; "I've never..."&nbsp; &nbsp;I find his eyes and meet them.&nbsp; "I've never been able to say that before." I admit to him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Livonii</strong> on <strong>18-07-2008, 10:28:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As Kiveli shares her simple but eloquent feelings with me, tidal waves of emotion rock my soul. I had begun to think the gods were playing with me, keeping me from experiencing what the ancient poets and my friends describe so glibly. Now I see that Zeus was protecting me, saving me so that he could present a goddess to me for me to love.<br><br>"I love you," I repeat, and I hold her a little more closely, moving one arm up to her shoulders and keeping the other in the small of her back. I feel her breasts {glorious breasts!} pressing into my chest. Somehow I manage to keep my hips from moving, but my phallus begins pulsing deep inside her, sending her a message that can not be misconstrued. Still I hold.<br><br>"I've heard that if a man and a woman can stay in this position for an hour, without the motions of love, their final release is the most shattering possible." I nuzzle Kiveli's neck, adding intensely and shakily, "I want to shatter with you." For some reason Kiveli's shoulder is wet, even though both of us have stopped perspiring from our exertions. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>18-07-2008, 19:06:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Then, my dear..." I say softly. "Let us remain like this until we are both shattered."<br><br>I relax my body and focus my mind on the simple warmth I feel from him flooding all my senses. I will my body to just be in the moment, no urgency, no worries...relaxing into Xerin, my head against his shoulder.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Livonii</strong> on <strong>20-07-2008, 09:04:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I sense Kiveli relaxing into my body, flowing even more sensuously against my skin, her body <em>touching</em> mine at every point. I want the feeling to last forever, I feel so connected with her.<br><br>I decide to share my thoughts of a moment ago. Speaking them openly, not just thinking them, makes them more poignant and trenchant. "I had begun to worry the gods were playing with me, keeping me from experiencing love like so many others. Now I see that Zeus was saving me so that he could present you, a goddess, to me for me to love."<br><br>My phallus has come to terms with his environment, and just pulsates in harmony with the muscles of Kiveli's vagina. I break off speaking, and kiss my lover deeply on her mouth, my tongue probing, asking, giving, demanding, submitting. Time passes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>21-07-2008, 19:55:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As Xerin confesses his truth to me, I feel a mixture of sadness for him, his lack of previous love, happiness that he loves me, and fear that he finds me a goddess.&nbsp; I am no goddess.&nbsp; I am human--all too human--with the same flesh and blood that is weak and mortal. I fear his willingness to place me so high.&nbsp; Yet, did I just not call him Taurus? Our devotional God? The one we, as dancers, revere above all others? <br><br>I kiss him back as greedily as I dare.&nbsp; I feel the calmness of love overtake me as we remain linked and unmoving...truly one in the flesh.&nbsp; As time passes I feel an intensity in my loins building...building...I lean my head back to breath in the cool night air and feel a slight stirring of the wind against my hair.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Livonii</strong> on <strong>22-07-2008, 08:58:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I do not speak, at least with my voice. I allow my hands to move across Kiveli's back in a dreamy arabesque, teasing, touching, pressing in intricate patterns. My chest feels her breasts pressed against mine, and I flex my pectoral muscles to create a rippling pattern against her stiffly erect nipples.<br><br>I lower my mouth to her neck, and <em>consume</em> her, my lips covering every square inch of her skin, my teeth taking the cords of her neck, her jugular, every part of her with possessive bites. I finish, and lean my head back, inviting my lover to return the favor, surrendering to her.<br><br>I luxuriate in the slowly building tension, as the muscles inside her sex seem to massage my phallus just slowly enough to prevent my climax. My whole body seems to be at a level of sexual awareness higher, more intense than anything I have experienced before, even in orgasm. Yet I know I will not come for a long time yet. {How long <em>have</em> we been like this? A minute? An hour? } There's no way to answer the question, and I realize I do not need an answer, for this second is sufficient. <br><br>Time passes. Sensations intensify. Passion mounts. And still I hold.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>22-07-2008, 19:35:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Our silences is a testament to our passion.&nbsp; We don't feel the silence with unnecessary jabbering...we fill it with out need for each other.&nbsp; After Xerin leans his head back, I lean in against his neck and smell his skin. I lick his neck and nibble at his ears.&nbsp; I bite at his chin and I latch myself onto his lower neck, sucking gently, I leave my mark, bright and red for all to see.<br><br>I feel him filling me and my own insides squeeze in regular empathetic pulses, rhythmic, forceful one moment and relaxed the next.&nbsp; I can sit like this for hours, yet I am consumed by the intensity of it.&nbsp; I feel I am like a volcano, building, creating a large crown and ready to burst.&nbsp; My heartbeat begins to quicken, though I am not moving and it is nothing but pure passion that makes it move at such a pace.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Livonii</strong> on <strong>23-07-2008, 02:31:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				My cock throbs. My testicles ache. My nipples tingle. <br><br>Somehow I keep control, even when Kiveli intensifies the rippling motions of her vaginal muscles. &nbsp;{ How can she do that? } I wonder. My entire mind is filled with her. I luxuriate in her kisses, falling into a euphoric state where my universe shrinks and expands at the same time... shrinks so that there's nothing more than Kiveli's present reality, and yet that reality seems infiinite, a vast territory begging to be explored.<br><br>My hands begin to wander over her body, exploring every pore of her skin. I knead her muscles, and my thighs begin to twitch. With no small degree of surprise, I realize that I am now building toward orgasmic release. The intensity of my feelings already has surpassed anything I've felt before... and yet it grows.<br><br>"Kiveli... it is time. Time. Gods. Oh, Zeusssss. Fuck." I become incoherent as my need grows. My hands find her ass, and both squeeze hard and pull her further, more intensely onto my shaft. I find her eyes with my own, and spear her with the intensity of my passionate and I hope erotic gaze. "Love -- fuck -- come -- us -- need -- now -- gods!" I desperately hope I make sense.<br><br>I pass out of the realm of words and into the realm of sensation. My hips begin to move.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>23-07-2008, 18:04:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As Xerin begins to buck his hips, I respond with each&nbsp; motions in kind.&nbsp; As he falls into incoherent blathering, I laugh quietly within myself, enjoying the fact that he is so completely lost in me--body, mind and soul.&nbsp; The power of this knowledge scares and thrills me spurring me on to my own climax.&nbsp; The lack of motion over the last, what hour? several hours? I have lost complete track of time, and have succumbed to each individual moment....the sudden motion after the lack of motion provides an intense contrast that sends a rocketing climax through my whole body--to every nerve ending, more powerful than I ever imagined possible.&nbsp; <br><br>"Xerin," I say his name over and over, like a mantra.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Livonii</strong> on <strong>25-07-2008, 02:27:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Xerin </strong> <em>{Male bull dancer}</em><br>Location: In the Temple Gardens<br><hr>"Xerin.... Xerin... Xerin..." I hear my name repeated in my ears like a mantra. I respond with the other half of the mantra. "Kiveli... Kiveli... Kiveli..." Our words blend in the darkness even as our bodies blend in the searing heat of our passion. The feelings exceed any I've experienced. Any I've heard of. And they keep intensifying.<br><br>My whole body feels like it is liquifying. The only solid part of me is my cock, buried deeply within my lover. I have never felt it so hard before. It is painful. It feels like it will explode, fracture from the internal pressure. And yet the pressure builds again. Gods. How. Must. Now.<br><br>My cock throbs, pulses. It's so engorged, so fills her womb that it could not be removed from my lover by force without ripping her apart. My entire body flows into my cock, into the tiny passage, pressing and forcing and spurting and spewing out inside of Kiveli. I <em>e r u p t</em> inside, my hips savagely blasting against hers, my testicles painfully crashing against her body. I want to put my finger in her ass, desperately, want, but i can not find my finger, it is inside her already how did it get there?<br><br>I sense feel smell her juices my juices flowing like rivers from our sex, from our lovemaking. the long fiery eruption continues can not stop, where? i do not know, can't know. i shudder. i pull Kiveli to me with a feral primacy, her breasts squeezed (painful to her? ah, i am sorry i can not stop) so tightly i think her nipples must poke out my back.<br><br>and still the eruption, volcanic semen hot sticky -- it is me inside you now Kiveli -- o gods -- still the semen jerks and spurts. Five, six glorious ferocious spurts. Seven. never. now. pain no longer. glorious fantastic shuddering release, my semen her liquids i feel her orgasm on me in me of me. i bite her neck i can not stop. ever. ever. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>25-07-2008, 22:46:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I can hardly believe it, but as we have become one, I feel Xerin's explosion within me.&nbsp; I feel his cock tighten and swell inside me.&nbsp; His hot eruption inside me is volcanic in it's magnitude and I am moved to come yet again with him.&nbsp; My orgasms have gone beyond my comprehension and my body is lost into this otherness.&nbsp; This fully being combined and attached to Xerin has moved beyond the comprehensible to other realms beyond imagination.&nbsp; <br><br>As he bites my neck, I shiver in response.&nbsp; I want him to consume me completely--body and soul.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Livonii</strong> on <strong>26-07-2008, 04:49:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I feel her ... seventh? eighth? orgasm as I finally spend myself inside her. My own body continues to spasm, shuddering with the aftershocks of the incredible soulquake I have just experienced. Tears flow from my eyes unbidden and uncaring, as if every organ capable of secretions needs to participate in this moment. I place my lips on hers, intending a gentle kiss.<br><br>My mouth has a mind of its own, a my tongue slathers her lips with my caresses, then probes inside as far as it can. My teeth bite her lips. I want to consume her. Again I place my hands on her back, and pull her as close as I can, squeezing <em>hard</em>, holding back none of my strength, as if I could actually merge or bodies together.<br><br>I lift my lips to her ear, kiss her gently, and murmur, "We must get some sleep, my love, my goddess. If we went to the sleeping area, we could place our pallets together... and sleep in each other's arms." {I wonder what the rest of the troupe will think?} I realize that I do not care one whit, even though I've refused many such offers before, from both men and women. Suddenly I realize that I am far beyond not caring... I am proud of my bonding with Kiveli. Proud!<br><br>"I want everyone to know that we have coupled, that we are one in the flesh and in our souls as well. Come, my goddess." Yet in spite of my words, I make no move, content for the nonce to remain welded to my lover by the sticky, slippery, glorious aftermath of our lovemaking.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>27-07-2008, 04:29:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I recognize that Xerin speaks the truth as sleep is important for us.&nbsp; But, this moment seems like one that can only be captured once.&nbsp; As he squeezes me hard, I feel his want and desire and I match it with my own.&nbsp; His little bites send shivers through my body.<br><br>I am the first to move even though he is the one who who has said we should.&nbsp; I pull away, and the cold air swoops in between our bodies and chills me.&nbsp; I stand up and reach down to Xerin. "Come, my love.&nbsp; Let us find sleep."&nbsp; My hands reach for his and grasp them tightly to pull him up.<br><br>As we stand, I can't help but grab him again, and pull him toward me.&nbsp; I need one more private kiss before we face the members of the troupe.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Livonii</strong> on <strong>27-07-2008, 08:38:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I allow Kiveli to pull us to our feet, although when she crushes her body against mine for a final intimate kiss I return it passionately. After a few moments, I gently disengage. Taking her by the hand, I lead her out of the labyrinth and back to the sleeping quarters.<br><br>It's late, and soft snores and the sussurus of sleep softly steal around us as we enter the common room. A few are still active under light blankets, and one couple even seems to be arguing in the far corner, a very uncommon sight. Only one person seems remotely interested in our entrance, and her eyes track us like a panther tracking a deer before the kill. {I wonder what her problem is?} I muse to myself before dismissing Tilla from my mind.<br><br>Kiveli and I find our futons easily enough, and without words push them togther to make a single surface. We are still naked, not having bothered to dress for the short stroll in the dark from garden to quarters. We lie down, and I throw the lightest blanket I own -- a sheet, really -- over our bodies. Facing Kiveli, I draw her to me and place one leg over her hip. Amazingly, my phallus begins to grow again with her proximity, and I crush her breasts to me even as I seek her mouth again.<br><br>"I would sleep inside you," I whisper, and from her shudder I know she knows exactly what I mean.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>28-07-2008, 21:23:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As we walk into the common room, I feel the cold jealous eyes of Tilla on us.&nbsp; I am sure now that this will cause problems, but I push it from my mind.&nbsp; I am feeling the strong love and bond that Xerin and I have just formed.&nbsp; When we are once again side by side, I kiss him back and feel him grow again against me.&nbsp; His hardness surprises me after all we have just done, but I accept him inside me once again as I fall into a deep sleep, feeling warm and secure and whole.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Livonii</strong> on <strong>29-07-2008, 11:58:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I must have slept like a rock, for I can not remember the last time the gong awakened me. I feel naked flesh beside me, the second surprise of the day, as I never allow anyone to interfere with my sleep. But my surprise fades quickly as I remember the events of the last 24 hours. Meeting Kiveli, bathing her, dancing with her, loving her, sleeping inside her... it seems as if what might normally take months has somehow been compressed into little more than the blink of an eye!<br><br>And I realize I would not change anything. Energy flows through me as I've never known it, and I kiss my lover lightly on her lips. Then I wrinkle my nose, for I stink and, although I would never admit it, so does Kiveli. "A bath," I murmur quietly. "I need a bath before our exercises!" I look around, and half of the troupe is already up and heading out, some to the pools and some to the rings. "We have a very few minutes before Krak rings us to exercises. Let's go!"<br><br>I bound to my feet, notice I'm naked, and briefly wonder where my loin cloth is. {Ah, yes, it's probably still in the Gardens.}&nbsp; Rather than waste precious time running to get it, I just grab a spare, a rather plain and ordinary one, and reach down to help Kiveli to her feet. Even though I know full well she needs no help, I need an excuse to touch her again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>29-07-2008, 22:35:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As Xerin pulls me up into his arms, I let him hold me briefly.&nbsp; But he is right, a quick bath is a must.&nbsp; I rifle through my things and find an appropriate loin cloth to put on before the drills begin.&nbsp; <br><br>I am dreading today's exercises like I have never before.&nbsp; I am tired, though happily so, from the evening before and am hoping that Krak takes it easy on us.&nbsp; As we rush through the bath, we hardly speak.&nbsp; In the daylight, I feel a shyness with Xerin.&nbsp; I've never been so hasty in choosing a companion. For nor reason that I can explain, I care what he thinks of me.&nbsp; Will he think I just idly have sex with any male, or does he recognize as much as I do that this has been something different, almost surreal.&nbsp; The connection we have made is important to me, and I don't want to break it.&nbsp; But we have days ahead in training...weeks...months...<br><br>I don't know how to express myself yet to Xerin.&nbsp; I hope he accepts my silence, for words escape me.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Livonii</strong> on <strong>30-07-2008, 05:13:31</strong>
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				We rush into the baths, and very quickly scrub each other down. I still marvel at the sight of her nakedness, but this time it's strictly business. No sooner have we dried off and donned our loincloths than we hear the gong. Practice time.<br><br>I know Krak won't push us too hard before breakfast, and I'm right. He focuses more on making us more limber and improving our balance. At one point, when everyone is standing on their hands, my loincloth flops down, exposing my sex to full view. I don't know why, but suddenly this strikes me as outlandishly funny, and I start to laugh. Pretty soon everyone is in stitches, and we all collapse in a heap on the grass, convulsing. Krak just looks at us as if we've gone insane, but he's a good sport and lets us have the moment before starting a set of exercises for dancing pairs, this time in the dirt section of the practice field.<br><br>Kiveli has been very quiet since our quick embrace before the baths. I assume she's just processing what's happened in the last few days. Then a disquieting thought occurs to me. {I hope I have not rushed things! Oh, Zeus! I should have waited, courted her, not fucked her the very first day! Stupid idiot!} My mind starts whirling with possible consequences. She might leave me for another dancer who is more romantic. She might ask to be transfered to another troupe. She might have to stay as my partner without respecting me. <br><br>As these horrendous thoughts run through my tormented brain, I lose my focus. Suddenly, Kiveli is arcing toward me. I'm supposed to catch her, but my timing is off and instead she just slams into my body, sending us both crashing to the ground. Krak immediately calls a halt, and dismisses all the other dancers to the baths. I know what's coming now, and I do not relish the thought.<br><br>Krak does what I expected, but not <em>as</em> I expected. "Xerin," he says softly and gently, "I know you are recovering from the death of your previous partner. And I can imagine the impact that Kiveli must be having on you, physically and mentally." He pauses, allowing the tension to build. "But if you do not focus on the dance, totally and always, I will have no choice but to remove you from the troupe. This is your only warning. Make another stupid mistake like you just did, and I will suspend you for a month. Two mistakes, and you will be dropped." All this time, he has not raised his voice, which makes his words even more difficult to endure. "I do not wish to see another of my dancers gored to death. Am I clear?"<br><br>I nod my head, too choked up to speak. He is completely right. In the ring, such an error could cost Kiveli her life. I would rather die first. "Yes, Master Krak. I will not lose focus again." My words are simple, but reflect an iron-hard inner determination that will never yield. I look at Kiveli, covered with dust and grass stains, but can't read her. "I'm sorry, Kiveli. The fault was mine. It will never happen again."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>30-07-2008, 19:36:24</strong>
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				As I fly toward Xerin, I give myself completely to the air and trust in his abilities. It is such a shock when I slam into him and we tumble to the ground.&nbsp; The air in my lungs is completely knocked out of me, and I find myself still fighting to breath when he apologizes to me.&nbsp; I simply nod and close my eyes as I am trying to regain my wits and composure.&nbsp; Normally, I would fly into a rage and demand the man be cut from the troupe instantly.&nbsp; I am at odds with myself, confused, surprised..it is only because it is Xerin that has made the mistake that I can find any forgiveness...Still my life is in his hands, and I am confused.&nbsp; I can't meet his eyes for the moment and am unable to comfort him.<br><br>Krak calls a break and I head off with the other women for morning devotions.&nbsp; I feel relief at the opportunity to pray and clear my mind without any men around.&nbsp; Tilla sidles up to me as we walk.&nbsp; She leans in to speak to me so others can not hear her voice. "You are distracting Xerin.&nbsp; He's never lost it like that.&nbsp; That whole laughing at his testicles business...and then...he's never, ever dropped anyone before.&nbsp; If he is cut from the troupe it will be your fault.&nbsp; Why did you have to come here?"&nbsp; She walks away leaving the question ringing in my mind.&nbsp; <br><br>I prostate myself before the large bull in the main altar room, praying for guidance.&nbsp; The day before and last night live strongly in my heart, yet I am terrified of what might come of it.&nbsp; I feel guilty for distracting Xerin, for it is clear that I am to blame.&nbsp; I place my cheek against the cold stone floor and wait for Taurus to speak in my heart.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Livonii</strong> on <strong>31-07-2008, 04:58:22</strong>
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				Instead of moving into the Temple to pray, I wander alone in the labyrinth. It is very cunningly crafted, and the gardener constantly shifts the paths to create new mazes. Thus it is that I find myself in a new section. As I walk, the silence broken only by the buzzing of bees and the cheerful calls of the birds to each other, I meditate on my failure and my future.<br><br>{Can I even imagine a future without Kiveli?} I ponder this question seriously, and can see no way to extricate myself from her spell, nor do I even wish to do so. {I must therefore protect her, with my life if needs be!} This truth comforts me, but I also realize that events have been moving with exceptional speed. Can this be real?<br><br>As I muse, the sky seems to darken, although there are no clouds in sight. The light on the path fades, dims, and becomes night. Even though I know it is morning, I can not even see my hand in front of my face. {Have I become blind?} I think with a flash of utter terror. Then a gentle golden light suffuses the path, and I hear a voice. Like the light, the voice seems to come from everywhere, from nowhere.<br><br>"Kiveli has been given to you as a gift, as you have been given to her. When you dance before Me, you are making love. When you are making love, you are dancing before Me. You two are entwined with Me. <em>Trust Me</em>. Dance and love. Love and dance."<br><br>The voice fades, and the golden light with it, replaced by the darkness. I stumble forward, blindly making my way out of the maze. The darkness does not lift. I am blind! {How can I dance if I am blind!} I wail to myself. Then I hear an echo of the vision I have just experienced. "Trust Me," Taurus had said -- for surely it could have been no other. So with great effort, I give my trust to him, walking forward. {I must find Kiveli,} I murmur excitedly. <br><br>I feel the gravel of the Garden path give way to the flagstones of the central chamber. I listen, and give thanks to Taurus for my exceptional hearing, for I can place almost everyone intuitively. Except Kiveli. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>31-07-2008, 18:43:00</strong>
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				After some time, I am alone in front of Taurus, the others having left to their own morning rituals.&nbsp; I have no hunger for food, only for clarity. Taurus has failed to speak to me.&nbsp; I continue to lay there, hoping he will hear my prayers.&nbsp; I want nothing more than to dance with Xerin and make love to him.&nbsp; I want both and feel guilty at the greed of it.&nbsp; <br><br>My body is growing cold and I feel numb physically and mentally as time passes.&nbsp; I wait for Taurus to come to me for he has never abandoned me in the past.&nbsp; I begin to cry at the possibility he will tell me I was not meant for Xerin, that we were not to continue together, that yesterday had not been meant to be.<br><br>"Taurus," I finally cry out, speaking his name into the dark gray flagstone below my face.&nbsp; "Please, Lord Taurus, my lord and master, guide me."&nbsp; Tears fall on the floor below me and form a small wet pool as I weep.&nbsp; "Please master, speak! Speak to me!"&nbsp; <br><br>Kiveli feels lost and alone.&nbsp; The gong sounds, calling the others, but she knows her absence will be ignored by Krak.&nbsp; She closes her eyes again and places her forehead in against her arms.&nbsp; Waiting and praying.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Livonii</strong> on <strong>31-07-2008, 19:41:56</strong>
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				After a long while, I have heard everyone leave, either on business or to take a meal. A few are frolicking in the baths, but other than that it is quiet. {She must be in the temple, or perhaps in the gardens} I reason. I decide that the temple is the more likely place, and start moving purposefully inside.<br><br>As I move, I listen. My blindness has made every other sense more acute, especially my hearing. As I move toward the altar, I hear her ragged breathing, but there's something odd about it. Then I hear the gentle susurrus of leather on flagstone, and I realize she's prostrate in front of the altar. Moving as much by memory as by hearing, I prostrate myself on the floor next to her. <br><br>Although I can not see her, she is like a firebrand in my soul. I smell her special scent, overlaid with the scent of fear, and I can see her clearly in my mind's eye. Yet I do not know what to say. If I should say anything. I want to tell her of my vision, but the utter quiet of the room inhibits me. So I content myself with lying at her side, not touching her physically yet in my mind embracing her fiercely.<br><br>I begin to pray almost silently, yet I know that Kiveli can hear my every word if she but attunes her ears to me. "Taurus, show us the path. Shall we dance together? We need to know clearly. Shall we love each other forever, or are we destined to have only the one night together?" I pause, uncertain, then continue. "I believe you sent me the vision to light our path even if you have taken my sight from me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>31-07-2008, 22:50:42</strong>
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				As Xerin lies next to me on the stones, I do not turn to him right away.&nbsp; Taurus has never been so silent before, so lost to me.&nbsp; Then, as Xerin begins his prayer, I listen as he displays the same fears I have.&nbsp; We are of one mind, then.&nbsp; I feel a flood of relief wash over me.<br><br>As he continues speaking, I feel a fresh new terror envelope me.&nbsp; Taurus has taken Xerin's sight?&nbsp; How can this be, what does it mean?&nbsp; If Xerin can not see, then how can he see to dance?&nbsp; I can't imagine dancing without my sight, and I wonder if Taurus has played a huge nasty joke on us.&nbsp; Given us one night of bliss followed by this...<br><br>Xerin speaks of a vision, though. Taurus has spoken to him.&nbsp; "Xerin.." I finally manage, my hand reaching out to clutch his though the rest of me remains still and prone.&nbsp; "Tell me of the vision Taurus sent you, for he has left me completely."&nbsp; She hopes that she is part of the vision, that Xerin has not been punished for their rash acts of the day before.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Livonii</strong> on <strong>01-08-2008, 08:59:02</strong>
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				Waves of relief flood over me as Kiveli takes my hand. I realize we are not yet through this trial, but if Kiveli is with me I can attempt anything. I speak in a low, hesitant murmur, wanting to make sure I make no mistakes in the telling.<br><br>"After Krak finished with me, I wandered into the Gardens. There it became night, or so I thought at the time. Suddenly there was a glow, emanating from every leaf and twig, and I heard a voice. I knew at once it was Taurus, even though He has never spoken to me this clearly before. He said,<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em> Kiveli has been given to you as a gift, <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;as you have been given to her. When you dance before Me, <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;you are making love. When you are making love, you are <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;dancing before Me. You two are entwined with Me. Trust Me. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Dance and love. Love and dance. </em><br><br>"After a while, I left the Garden to find you, and discovered that Taurus has taken my sight. At first I panicked, but then I remembered his words. I have no idea how I can dance when I can not see, but we must trust Taurus as He commanded." I hesitate, then make bold to roll on my side, and put my arms around Kiveli. I need to feel her against me, and I suspect she needs to feel my body in the same way.<br><br>"What you may not know is that Taurus has given me extraordinarily sharp hearing. When I was a child I used to pretend I was blind, and run around at a breakneck pace with my eyes closed -- guided only by my hearing. As insane as it may sound, I think Taurus wants us to dance blindfolded! Or at least to practice that way." Even as I say the words, I shiver. Nobody has ever danced with a blindfold and lived to tell the tale. {But I doubt anyone has received the kind of supernatural intervention I am seeing, either!} <br><br>"I am willing to trust Taurus. Perhaps He will restore my sight, perhaps not. But He has told us to love and dance before him. Will you trust him with me?" <em> Think what you are asking, man! You are asking if she is willing to follow you into death! </em> I decide to share some of my fears with her. "This scares the crap out of me, Kiveli. But I have no choice. A can not give you up, nor can I give up the dance. Will you dare this with me?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>02-08-2008, 00:39:50</strong>
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				Xerin's story sounds crazed to me.&nbsp; Taurus taking his sight from him as a way to prove we belong together?&nbsp; I can hardly believe my ears. With Xerin's strong arms around me, again, though, I can't help but want it to be true. I look into his eyes, but there is no response, he is truly blind at the moment.<br><br>I break from Xerin and move into a kneeling position and stare up at the effigy before me.&nbsp; "Please Taurus, guide me in this." I beg again from my god some sign.&nbsp; There is a slight trembling of the ground beneath me. It grows in magnitude until I feel as though I will lose my balance.&nbsp; I take this as a sign that my repeated requests are unwanted.&nbsp; I turn back to Xerin and pull him up to me...kneeling with me our knees touching and hug him close.&nbsp; I am terrified, my heart is beating fast, and I fear for my life and Xerin's.&nbsp; Yet I know that in order to save our lives I must do as Xerin says.<br><br>"Taurus has spoken," I say, "let us go find Krak and explain to him what we must do."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Livonii</strong> on <strong>02-08-2008, 13:29:55</strong>
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				We find Krak in the ring, as I expected. I can tell from the echoes and the lack of voices that the three of us are alone. Even though I can't see him, as soon as he speaks I know he is not angry or upset. From the tenor of his voice I can tell he is looking away from us, up to the heavens, perhaps. He speaks softly, almost reverently.<br><br><em> "Xerin. Kiveli. I was just thinking about you." His voice is hushed. "I have had the strangest vision. In it you both wore blindfolds and yet somehow were able to dance. The dance was..." his voice trails off, then resumes with increased reverence. "The dance was more honoring to Taurus than any dance ever before. The audience was rapt with attention. The normal cheering cacophony was replaced with an absolute, awe-filled silence. At the end of the dance, the King himself descended into the ring, and the stadium filled with pandemonium, people throwing coins, rings, jewely into the ring until the sand was covered with gold. The King embraced each of you and wept openly!" Krak pauses. "I do not know what this vision means, but I am sure it will come to pass." </em><br><br>During Krak's recounting, I feel a burning sensation begin deep inside me, a sense that destiny has grabbed the three of us by the throat for the pleasure of the gods. For I make no mistake, without Krak the vision would be one of almost instant death. "Krak," I say softly, "I am blind. We must depend on you to make the dream real. And real it must become, for Taurus himself has willed it." I then recount my own vision, and can sense Krak nodding his head in stunned agreement.<br><br><em> "One other thing about my vision was very strange. The entire troupe was singing while you danced." I can hear the doubt and wonder in his voice, for we <em>never</em> sing during a dance for fear of distracting each other. "Yet the song was not a song. It was improvised as the dance progressed, almost as if those who could see were directing the two of you!" Krak lapses into thought, then says, "It could be... It could be..." Suddenly his voice cracks with his customary authority. "Xerin! Kiveli! Take this day. Enjoy it. Learn each other. For I have an idea, and for it to work you two will need to trust and know each other like never before! But it could be! Yes, it could be!"</em><br><br>With these rather cryptic words, Krak motions Kiveli and me out of the ring. I sense him starting to run around the perimeter, and from his steps I can tell he's performing part of the bull dance. I spin to Kiveli, hug her to me, and plant a kiss on her cheeks. "My lover, you heard him. Let's not waste any time. Would you like to take the day walking in the markets? Visiting the atheneum? Swimming in the salt sea? Or perhaps lounging naked with me in the mud flats?" Truth be told, I do not care what she says, as long as Kiveli will be with me this day.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>03-08-2008, 04:15:10</strong>
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				I know what I want to do, but feel it is an extravagant request, still, they want me to dance blind--a sort of amazing request on their parts.&nbsp; <br><br>I know Xerin can not see my face, but I turn toward him and kiss his eyelids gently.&nbsp; I lace my arms around him and kiss his neck, his ears as I caress his back with my fingers.&nbsp; <br><br>"My love, I have always found peace in one place, and I can think of nothing that I'd like to do right now than to travel the gorge at Kourtaliotis with you.&nbsp; At the end there is a beautiful waterfall.&nbsp; I want you to go with me and play in the roiling waters at the bottom the fall, and make love to me on the cool rock shelf behind the curtain of water."<br><br>It would take us several hours to complete the journey, but we would have time in a day to get to the waterfall, make love--perhaps several times--and then return to the temple.&nbsp; It has been years since I have been there, and my whole being aches to return.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Livonii</strong> on <strong>03-08-2008, 14:22:06</strong>
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				I shudder with delight as Kiveli kisses my eyelids. I'm overjoyed she seems to be taking this amazing yet terrifying development in stride. She could easily have freaked out instead, or simply refused to dance blindfolded -- and nobody would have, could have, held it against her. <br><br>Holding her tightly against me, I murmur in her ear, "Kiveli, my love, I have heard of Kourtaliotis, but never been there. Let us not delay our departure a minute! And I think that if we took two days -- it is far away, is it not? -- Krak would not object. We just need to tell him before we leave."<br><br>I can feel her heart beating strongly and rapidly in her breast, and I sense an enormous confidence and trust starting to build in her. Holding her hand, we walk together into our quarters to don our traveling gear -- sturdy sandals that lace up the shins,&nbsp; leather kilts with many pockets, leather jerkins that leave our arms free and leather vambraces to protect our forearms. We each wear a money belt under the kilt, with enough gold coins to last us at least a month, should that become necessary. Light backpacks contain simple provisions for three days, while lightweight green hooded wool cloaks disguise us, making us look like two pilgrims on the way. To complete the illusion, we each take a birch walking staff.<br><br>We make our way to the ring, where Krak is still running around, dancing and singing the strangest of cadences. I briefly wonder if he's gone mad, but his eyes are quite normal. "Of course, take two days. Even three. May Taurus guide you," is all he says when I ask for more time. <br><br>We leave the Temple like two young lovers, my hand in hers. With my acute hearing, that's really all the guidance I need. "Kiveli, you know the way. I follow you." My heart sings joyfully as we begin our journey, for I shall have Kiveli to myself for three solid days.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>04-08-2008, 07:29:58</strong>
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				"You know Xerin," I say as we walk along the path,"I was at the great gorge once before.&nbsp; I was very young, though. And, though I have asked to go back there, I have never been able to before this."&nbsp; I stop to pick up a rock. It is such an astounding color that I gasp in amazement as I wipe of the dust of the road.&nbsp; It's clarity is nearly gem like in its quality.&nbsp; I instinctively show it to Xerin.<br><br>He takes it in his hand, and I am once again reminded that he really truly can not see.&nbsp; As he feels it, I seek to describe the color to him, "It is a sapphire, I think, but it is more cerulean, like the color of the sea on a summer day."&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>I don't think he can be nearly as impressed with it as I am.&nbsp; But, I take it from him and place it in my pouch.&nbsp; Surely it has some value if only as a keepsake of this journey we are on.&nbsp; After a couple of hours, we come to a path that leads to one of the many beautiful beaches that line the coast.&nbsp; I look down the path and see the beach appears to be empty.<br><br>"Xerin, love, this beach appears secluded and beautiful.&nbsp; Let's picnic here and take a rest."&nbsp; I lean in and kiss his ear as I say this, promising more than a simple nap.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Livonii</strong> on <strong>04-08-2008, 11:25:16</strong>
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				We walk along the the coast, arm in arm, the sun beating down upon us, birds singing as they soar in the sky and nest in the trees. I can hear the ocean crashing on the shore, down and off to the left, so I know we are walking along a cliff trail. I smell the briny scent of the ocean overlain with the scent of the goddess walking beside me. {If blindness be the price for this happiness, it is a good bargain,} I think.<br><br>When Kiveli pauses and suggests walking down to the beach for a snack, I quickly agree. I hold her arm as we descend the steep trail, yet I am not afraid. It's as if Taurus places my feet squarely on the path. I'm as sure of foot as a mountain goat. Finally, the rock turns to sand, and Kiveli leads us a short way into the dunes. I can tell from the sudden cessation of the shore breeze that we're in some sort of hollow, most likely hidden from the cliffs above but not from an observer on the beach.<br><br>We remove our cloaks, and Kiveli spreads them on the sand. I hear her start to remove her sandals, and I touch her shoulder. "Let me," I say, and urge her to sit. I find her leg, and begin to unwrap the leather leggings, slowly and sensuously. I let my fingers trail across her shins, and I can feel her shudder. I move to the other sandal, and repeat the process. Once I've removed both sandals, I massage her feet. She fairly purrs like a lynx.<br><br>After a minute or an hour, it's hard to be sure, my hands move to the leather jerkin covering her torso. I undo the cross-ties down the side, remove the leather and then quickly lift the light silk undergarment over her head. Reaching for the clasps that hold her kilt together, I undo them, and simply let the kilt fall open, exposing her nakedness to my blindness. <br><br>This is not that much of a problem, as I see her in my mind's eye, and I can smell her aroma, a nectar of perspiration, perfume, and sexual arousal like none other. "You are a goddess, Kiveli."<br><br>I allow her to undress me in turn, and soon we are lying naked on the beach, the gods and the birds watching over us. My phallus is as rigid as a tree, yet I do not want to make love right away. "I want to experience this moment, this precipice, with you, my love," I murmur. "And I'm hungry, too!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>05-08-2008, 00:39:17</strong>
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				I love being naked outside with the warm sun on my skin.&nbsp; I wonder if Xerin can sense the arrival of others on the beach.&nbsp; As everyone sits on the beach nude, I do nothing to cover either of us up.&nbsp; One couple is in the water obviously making love, but I hear nothing but the sound of the ocean waves beating against the rocks at the north end of the cove.&nbsp; <br><br>I want to drag Xerin into the warm salt water and make love to him, but I am hungry as well.&nbsp; I reach into the bag and pull out some ripe green grapes. I put one in my mouth and lean over to transfer it to Xerin.&nbsp; I feed him many grapes this way, and feeling silly, I place one at the entrance to my sex.&nbsp; I roll it gently against my clit and let my juices cover it.&nbsp; I then place it in Xerin's mouth not able to contain a quiet giggle.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Livonii</strong> on <strong>05-08-2008, 08:23:00</strong>
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				The feel of the breeze and sun on my naked flesh is heavenly, and knowing Kiveli is next to me turns the heavens into paradise. I hear the far-off sounds of others on the beach, but I do not care. Everyone always runs naked in the sand, and I know Kiveli will warn me if someone gets too close. I idly trace the outline of Kiveli's thigh with my hand, and then her breast, and a feeling of perfection sweeps over me. <br><br>I chuckle as my lover places a grape in her mouth, then kisses me so that I might eat it. My phallus stirs, and as she feeds me several grapes this way my erection becomes quite evident. I'm almost saddened when she stops, putting a grape in my mouth with her fingers, but then I taste <em>her</em> on the grape, and I realized instantly what she's done.<br><br>{This is a game two can play. } I reach out for the bag, and discover a few luscious strawberries with the stems already removed. Ignoring her playful protests, I push Kiveli down onto our cloaks, and seek out her sex with my fingers. It's as wet as I knew it would be, fairly dripping. I take a strawberry, coat it with her juices, and then place it against her lips. She bites half, and I place the other half in my mouth, grinning as lasciviously as I can. I repeat the process with several more of the berries, and notice that each time her lips are wetter than before.<br><br>{Now that gives me an idea!}&nbsp; The thought is positively wicked in its erotic potential. I reach back into the bag for a cluster of grapes, the large bright purple ones with the thick skins and incredibly juicy interiors. I put one in my mouth, but do not bite on it. Instead, I lower my mouth to Kiveli's sex. I can tell by her aroma that she's becoming quite aroused, and I place my mouth on her inner lips, then push the grape into her channel with my tongue. I leave the grape there, and repeat the process a dozen more times. As each grape is about 3/4 inch in diameter, I know her vagina is full of firm grapes. I return my lips to her face, and kiss her deeply, just as if I had done nothing unusual in the last three minutes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>05-08-2008, 20:49:48</strong>
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				I have started something silly and find myself more excited than I had thought possible.&nbsp; As I feed Xerin the grape, his own smile widens indicating that he will take up my challenge.&nbsp; As he pushes me onto my back, I find myself wondering what he will do next.&nbsp; As he takes the strawberry out of the bag, I tell him he's silly. Stop, I say, laughing.&nbsp; Wondering if others can see what he is doing.&nbsp; As he dips the cool strawberry against my sex, I feel a slight shudder of excitement, the contrast of temperature with my body heat is delicious and new.&nbsp; When I bite into the fruit glistening with my own wetness, my own excitement builds.&nbsp; This new game, silly as it is, and possibly even a little disturbing to me, gives me a new giddy pleasure.<br><br>Xerin's wide grin tells me he is enjoying the fun as much as I am, that he is wholly engaged in the play, so I let him continue to dip the berries into my personal fondue, stopping to lick one before biting it.<br><br>When he puts the grape into his mouth and drops his head to my sex, I know what he is going to do, but do nothing to stop it, the feeling of the grape popping into me is unusual and exciting at the same time, not to mention the coolness of the grape and the heat of his tongue against me practically send me into orgasmic dimensions.&nbsp; I withhold, though, waiting to see what will happen next. As he repeats the procedure with so many grapes, I wonder how many will fit?&nbsp; When he rises to kiss me, the taste of my sex and the faint flavor of grape fill my mouth.&nbsp; <br><br>I wiggle my hips and can feel the weight of the grapes and little motions as they move around inside me. <br>"Xerin..." I say,"This is so delightfully weird."&nbsp; I am almost oblivious to the couple who have moved within ten feet of us and is watching our antics with amusement.&nbsp; I can't help but wonder what Xerin might do to me next.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Livonii</strong> on <strong>06-08-2008, 14:08:12</strong>
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				{This is even more fun than I expected,} I think as I kiss my lover, the taste of grapes and love juices mixing in our mouths. I can hear a couple settling in close by -- perhaps ten or twelve feet away -- and I'm pretty sure their closeness is not accidental. As Kiveli wiggles her hips again, I lean in close to her ears and whisper, "Let's give them a real show, shall we?" Ordinarily I would just move to a more private place, but with Kiveli... I want the entire universe to know that we are one, and what better way than to make love with her in the open and in front of witnesses?<br><br>A thought comes unbidden to my mind as I consider what to do next. I have no idea if Kiveli will go along with this, but there's no harm in at least starting the process. At the least, we can enjoy a good laugh together, remembering how we made the other couple squirm. At the same time, I want to protect our identity, so I will be careful not to use her name.<br><br>I move my mouth back to Kiveli's sex. From the heightened aroma I can tell that her excitement has increased, which makes me suspect I will have a willing partner in debauchery. I lick her vulva several times, then gently suck on the sheath of flesh that hides her clit. {She will show herself soon, } I think, so I am patient, licking and suckling, licking and suckling. Sure enough, I am rewarded as the bud begins to expand to its full potential. In my mind's eye I can see it glistening under the fierce sunlight.<br><br>While loving on Kiveli's clitoris, I've also been slowly twisting our bodies in an arc on the cloaks until I judge the other couple will have a straight-in view of Kiveli's pussy and my raging phallus. Moving my mouth away to reveal her sex, I slowly stroke her clit with my finger, saying, "Give me a grape, lover!" Kiveli is quick to pick up on my meaning, and she squeezes her cunt muscles, and out pops a grape. I take it and bite off the thick skin, allowing the juices to flow down my chin and onto her thighs, then chew and swallow the pulpy insides.<br><br>In a fairly loud voice, designed to carry, I say to Kiveli, "We seem to have some new friends, lover of mine. Why don't you share our grapes with them?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>07-08-2008, 00:12:44</strong>
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				Xerin!&nbsp; How he surprised me with his hearing.&nbsp; As he moves me so that they have a clear vision of all our activities and body parts I find myself deeply aroused at their watching.&nbsp; I begin to wish they reciprocate and start with each other.&nbsp; Their gaze on each of us tells me they long for us.&nbsp; We must be a sight to behold...two of the strongest dancers in the country, though they do not know this.&nbsp; <br><br>As he asks me to deliver a grape into his hand, I push and it pops out with a new pleasure.&nbsp; The grapes have warmed from their time within me, and it feels almost hot as it rolls out of me.&nbsp; When Xerin eats it the woman across from us covers her hand with her mouth in surprise. She has moved so that she is leaning against her husband and he is cupping her breasts from behind.&nbsp; I can see the tip of his erect cock sticking out under her legs.&nbsp; <br><br>I am sure Xerin can't hear the blush creeping across my face as he offers our grapes to the strangers.&nbsp; I find the notion that he would so easily share me scary and thrilling at the same time. Scary because I suddenly realize I am his...his to love...his to take care of...I surrender to him completely and to his will completely.&nbsp; &nbsp;His game smile quells my fears--I can see he only chooses to share me because he loves me, and I am his to give and keep as he pleases.&nbsp; <br><br>I kiss him and say,"I will do <em>anything </em>you ask of me, my love."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Livonii</strong> on <strong>07-08-2008, 06:19:55</strong>
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				I can tell from the way her scent changes, becoming more pungent, and from the tiny quivers in her thighs, that Kiveli is becoming more and more aroused. I do not wish to <em>share</em> her with anyone, not ever, but if I can do something to give her increased pleasure, then I will do it. Want to do it. {This is such a no-brainer,} I think to myself. {I wonder what they look like? I hope they are in good shape, and not some flabby couple with no muscle tone!} <br><br>I hear a little gasp of surprise from the woman as I eat the grape Kiveli has been incubating inside her. I laugh, and stare directly at this unseen female, then touch Kiveli's nether lips. She obliges me by popping another grape out of her sex. I tap her again, and she contracts her muscles again, and plop! a second grape is in in my hand, slippery and pungent with the smell of her sex.<br><br>Still staring intently, my physical blindness somehow heightening my other senses, I offer the two grapes to the couple. "Would you like to share?" I ask with feigned innocence, as if I were unaware of the deep meaning in my words. Again I hear a gasp, deeper this time, and I realize the male must be hard as a rock. "My name is Yarith, and this is Velosi, my life partner. We like to watch others eat grapes... even though I am blind." I can tell from the double gasp that my meaning is clear, and not at all unacceptable to them, so I continue, "And watching may lead to other pleasures, is that not true?"<br><br>I hear someone rise and cross the short gap between us. From the scent I know it's the female, and I can tell from the pungent aroma that she is highly aroused. She leans down, her breasts brushing my skin, and I can tell that they are large, firm and pendulous. Her nipples feel thick and large as they tickle my skin. Before she uses her lips to take the two grapes from my hand, she licks my palm with her tongue. It's incredibly erotic, especially since I did not sense it coming, and my cock jumps in reply. "My name is Maria, and my man is Roberto. We are on vacation from Italia. We <em>love</em> grapes!"<br><br>I hear her move away, and reach out quickly, touching her hip. "No, please, join us while you enjoy the grapes." She giggles, and a moment later I feel a large man sit next to her. From the way he moves, he seems athletic and graceful. {Thank Zeus! No flab!}&nbsp; I hear a faint pop, and know that they have broken the thick skin of the grapes. I imagine purple juice flowing down her large, pendulous breasts. I trace the outline of Kiveli's pudendum as I listen intently to the nearby couple, and I hear traces of skin moving on skin. I place a finger inside her cunt, feeling the grapes, and dig one out. As I break the skin and offer the tender pulp to my lover, I murmur, "Tell me what they are doing! I want to see it with your eyes!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>13-08-2008, 08:29:38</strong>
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				Maria and Roberto are a beautiful couple.&nbsp; They are different than Xerin and I.&nbsp; We are smaller and more compact with a certain taut firmness developed after years of dancing.&nbsp; They are robust and healthy. with muscles developed for lifting and moving things. I think they are probably farmers.&nbsp; Their skin is darkened from the sun, and they are several years older than we are.&nbsp; But they are attractive in their haleness.&nbsp; Maria's hair is tied back so I can't see how long it is.&nbsp; Roberto's falls shoulder length and curls slightly at the bottom in a small flip.<br><br>"Roberto is rubbing the thighs of his beautiful Maria with his large hands," I say to Xerin.&nbsp; I am finding my own musky taste on the grapes makes me view the lovely Maria's own wet sex with interest.&nbsp; I am usually only interested in men, but there are a few women who have peaked my interest.&nbsp; I am surprised to find this appetite in me swelling while in Xerin's arms.&nbsp; <br><br>"Roberto's hands are moving up to Maria's breasts and now are behind her head, pulling her in for a kiss," I explain.&nbsp; "I think you would find them both beautiful, my love." <br><br>I kiss Xerin on the cheek and whisper to him,"Xerin, offer them more grapes."&nbsp; I am unable to give myself to them, for I am wholly Xerin's now.&nbsp; &nbsp;Whatever he asks of me, I will give.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Livonii</strong> on <strong>14-08-2008, 07:00:40</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Xerin, offer them more grapes."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>At Kiveli's words, I smile, a devilish sort of grin that I hear mirrored in a slight intake of breath from her. I can tell from the tone of her words that she's interested in the sensuality of the moment, as I am.<br><br>I turn my head to the couple next to us. "Roberto, would you like to get another grape for Maria?" As I speak, I pull Kiveli's thighs even farther apart, knowing full well the impossibly erotic vision presented by her exposed sex. I sense movement, and then Roberto's cock brushes my thigh in passing. It seems even longer and thicker than my own, and I'm impressed. I hear/sense his mouth descending to Kiveli's sex. I don't have to see anything to know that she extrudes another grape into his mouth.<br><br>Roberto moves back to Maria, and I hear them as they pop the grape in their mouth. I imagine the pungent scent of my lover coating their lips. "Maria," I say, "Please help yourself. We want to share... our grapes." I sense Maria moving, then feel her breasts sliding sensuously along my thighs. Unlike Roberto's accidental touch, I know this is premeditated. I imagine that Maria is staring into Kiveli's eyes, measuring her reaction, promising and provoking at the same time.<br><br>Regardless of what she saw, I'm still shocked to feel Maria's lips close over my cock, just taking in the glans, her tongue dancing a fugue over the tip. She licks up all of the juices that have accumulated there, and says, "I love grape juice." I feel her move slightly, although she does not release my member, and I hear the slight plop as Kiveli extrudes another grape. Maria puts the grape against my lips, and I taste my lover -- gods, what a taste! -- and then she puts the grape in her mouth, pressing it against my cock. She starts moving up and down, the grape on the side, and then somehow maneuvers my cock so that it hits the grape on an in-stroke, breaking the skin, and causing the grape juice to flow out of her mouth and down to my scrotum.<br><br>My hands move of their own volition, seeking out her breasts. As I had sensed before, they are pendulous, but not saggy. They are firm, ripe, exotic, and her nipples are immense. I realize she's been a mother several times over, and I imagine sucking those nipples into inch-long miniature cocks. As if reading my mind, she places one of the nipples in my mouth, and I begin to suck and bite, enjoying the response as her nipples begin to engorge.<br><br>I hear a gasp from Kiveli, and realize that she's not being ignored, but at the moment my hands and mouth are fully occupied, for Maria has taken one of my hands and placed it on her mons venus. So now I know she's partially shaved, that her labia are large and pendulous in their own way, and that she's quite aroused. My fingers begin to explore, stroking the sheath that protects her clitoris, dipping a finger briefly inside her sex, and in general just teasing and arousing. I know there's no hurry, and the moans starting to come from Kiveli tell me I have no need to worry about her enjoyment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>14-08-2008, 19:48:41</strong>
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				As Roberto and then Maria take a grape from my sex, I meet their eyes.&nbsp; Without speaking I convey to them they may enjoy us both.&nbsp; As Roberto lowers his head to accept his grape from he, his tongue spends several seconds on my clit, exploring and tasting.&nbsp; I pass him a grape and he shares it with Maria. <br><br>As Maria comes to get her grape, she glances at Xerin and then at me with a questioning look, I nod and she bends over Xerin's cock.&nbsp; His is smaller than Roberto's, so I imagine she's enjoying being able to take the whole of it into her mouth. Her hand reaches to my sex and I give her a grape, enjoying how she plays with it and Xerin. <br><br>I feel no jealousy when Xerin seeks out her breasts and when his fingers slip inside Maria's sex.&nbsp; I know he will be all mine again soon enough.&nbsp; I look at Roberto who is watching his woman sucking my man, his hand is wrapped around his own cock, moving slowly.&nbsp; I beckon him over with a jerk of my head.&nbsp; He complies with a smile and drops his head between my legs again.&nbsp; He licks me and surprises me by sticking one of his meaty fingers in my anus.&nbsp; I let out a gasp of pleasure as he slowly fucks my ass with his finger and pays particularly good attention to my clit with his tongue.&nbsp; Soon, he has moved two fingers into my ass, and I realize that his intent is to widen me to accept him fully there. <br><br>I place my hand and apply gentle pressure to Roberto's head, letting him know he can go harder against me.&nbsp; &nbsp;My other hand shoots out to find Xerin's hand on Maria's sex. I interweave my fingers with his and we play with her together.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Livonii</strong> on <strong>15-08-2008, 04:19:26</strong>
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				Maria suddenly engulfs my cock, taking its entire length in her mouth. I about come right then from erotic shock, but I barely manage to reduce my response to a stong upward bucking of my hips. I can tell from the way she tenses that I've hurt her, so murmur "Sorry!" Based on the renewed motion of her head she forgives me, adding a rasping of her tongue to the arousing mix. <br><br>I hear Kiveli gasp again, and idly wonder what Roberto is doing to her. {Find out, dude, so you can do it to her later!} But in truth my mind at the moment is focused on Maria's mouth and cunt. When Kiveli's hand joins mine in Maria's sex, I about come again. {I wonder what that feels like, two hands in my cunt, if I had one?} I know how I feel about it: fucking aroused! Kiveli and I coordinate our hands. As hers slides out, I let mine slide in, making sure to bump Maria's clit with my thumb. Then, as I pull my hand out, Kiveli slides in, no doubt also tweaking Maria's miniature cock. We gradually increase the tempo, and I realize that the opening to Maria's cunt is getting wider and wider. <br><br>I decide to experiment on my next inward stroke, and make a swan with all my fingers. I slips inside almost without effort! I decide Maria must be quite familiar with this invasion technique. As I pull my hand out, I feel Kiveli's smaller hand slide past mine, but she's making more of a fist than I did, so her hand is roughly the same size as mine as she pumps it into Maria. We begin alternating. While Kiveli's hand is inside Maria, my fingers twiddle her labia and tweak her clitoris. The instant Kiveli's hand exits, I press my hand inside Maris, making sure to hit Maria's clit hard on the way in. I can feel Kiveli picking up the clitoral massage.<br><br>Maria has gone berserk, and has started to bite my cock lightly as her head strobes up and down. Her nipples have distended fully, and I am stunned by their size. Nothing I've ever even heard of prepares me. I try to take one in my mouth again, but the angle is all wrong. But Maria senses this, and grabs her own breast and stretches it so that I can suckle her teat. <br><br>Then, I'm totally shocked out of my gourd. {Milk! She is lactating!} Her milk starts to squirt out of her nipple into my mouth, over my face, and I feel the warm fluid from her other nipple starting to coat my chest. I lose control. I start bucking, writhing, squirming as my orgasm starts to build. I was hoping to wait, to come with Kiveli, but this... this... "Kiv..." I manage to choke out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>15-08-2008, 22:17:15</strong>
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				As Maria squirts milk all over Xerin's face and he begins to suckle at her breast, I find myself oddly aroused. The whole world of mother hood is something beyond me as a dancer.&nbsp; I would dance out my fertile years and likely never carry a child.&nbsp; I also have never been around a woman who's breasts carry milk.&nbsp; Roberto notices my gaze of wonderment at his wife. And he smiles at me and nods to Xerin, who is obviously about to come.&nbsp; <br><br>I realize, too, that I need to narrate for Xerin.&nbsp; He can't possibly know all that is going on around us.&nbsp; Our hands have moved in synchronized efforts inside Maria.&nbsp; But I can hardly speak.&nbsp; Looking at Roberto, I ask him, my words broken by my own panting breath, "Roberto....please...tell...my love...what...you....are....doing....to...me."&nbsp; Roberto grins and begins to narrate. <br><br>"Your lovely woman here, is feeding me grapes," Roberto reaches down and places his mouth at my dispenser--I happily pop one out for him. <br><br>"I fuck her ass with my fingers.&nbsp; I am making wide enough to put my cock into her hole there,"&nbsp; he says as he munches on the grapes. "I have now four fingers widening her."&nbsp; <br><br>The feeling of his hand in my ass is amazing.&nbsp; &nbsp;Xerin is covered in Maria's milk and he is obviously going to climax with her mouth on his cock.&nbsp; "Darling," I say, completely forgetting his made up names,"come...in...her...mouth....do...it..."&nbsp; I manage to get the words out, for just saying them make me want to come as well.<br><br>"Ah, your ass is ready for me..." Roberto says. "Okay, yes?" He asks.<br><br>I nod, thinking that he will plunge his cock right into me, but he waits.&nbsp; "When your man comes...I fuck you then."&nbsp; We both turn our heads and watch as Xerin explodes into Maria's mouth.&nbsp; She obviously is loving what she is doing to him, and I am enjoying watching her.&nbsp; Even more, though, I love watching Xerin's face as he climaxes.&nbsp; It is hard to wait, I'm moving my hips up, pressing myself against Roberto's cock, begging him with my body to please, please, please enter me.<br><br>"Good.&nbsp; I put my cock in your woman's ass now." Roberto says and plunges in.&nbsp; I'm glad he has used four fingers to widen me, as it is still a tight fit.&nbsp; But, as he moves in and out, I relax, and he begins to thump harder and harder.&nbsp; Maria has moved up from Xerin, a small dribble of his come on her mouth.&nbsp; She begins to narrate,"I am going to kiss her, your come in my mouth still."&nbsp; <br><br>As Maria leans over me, I kiss her back, the taste of Xerin mixed with her a sweet combination that sends my senses soaring.&nbsp; "Now, I sit above her so she can taste me.&nbsp; And I lean forward to taste her while Roberto moves in and out of her ass."<br><br>I reach my tongue up to meat Maria as she slowly lowers her dripping sex onto me.&nbsp; Roberto lifts my hips onto his thighs so that I am raised and my own sex opens up to Maria's tongue.&nbsp; I am lost in the moment.&nbsp; The only thing that could make this better would to feel Xerin inside me, too.&nbsp; I almost come at the thought and I feel the grapes popping out of my sex into Maria's mouth.<br><br>She giggles,"Here, eat a grape," she says and I sense she is handing Xerin a grape, dripping with my juices, but my vision is obscured by her thighs.&nbsp; "And another...Roberto, you take one.."&nbsp; <br><br>After a bit, Maria lifts up and I feel a grape pressed against my lips.&nbsp; Instead of eating it though, I wait for Maria to lower herself against me again and push it into her waiting box, my tongue reaching into her as far as possible.&nbsp; She makes a groaning sound that tells me she finds it pleasing.&nbsp; I return my tongue to lap at her engorged clit.&nbsp; My free hand reaches out to Xerin, knowing he is enjoying the show even in his blindness.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Livonii</strong> on <strong>17-08-2008, 10:53:49</strong>
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				Hot lava has been building inside since we started, and the hot painful pinpricks that precede my orgasm start in my testicles, then move to my glans. Muscles tighten deep inside my groin. The pinpricks are almost excruciating, the smell and taste and slipperiness of Maria'a milk beyond belief, the mental image of Roberto fucking Kiveli...<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Darling, come...in...her...mouth....do...it..."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Suddenly the pinpricks become pleasure. At my lover's demand I simply explode in Maria's mouth. No other word is adequate. I gush and flow and spasm repeatedly, spurting a hot avalanche inside which quickly overcomes her capacity. She begins to drip all over my groin. <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Good.&nbsp; I put my cock in your woman's ass now."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Roberto's words give me a great image of the situation. I can see him sliding into her, and then I hear Maria's words, and know she is now sitting on Kiveli's mouth, her cunt no doubt dripping my cum on my lover's lips and tongue. I start to get hard again at the thought, and realize that nobody is paying any attention to Kiveli's cunt.<br><br>{Lips or cock?} I muse to myself. Truly I would love to taste her now, to feel the river of juices no doubt flooding from her on my face. I put a finger inside to test the truth of my vision, and am rewarded with the feeling of her lagoon. I briefly bring my fingers to my mouth as I consider my next move. <br><br>I finally decide on 'cock' but this is a bit of a challenge, as Kiveli's hips are on Roberto's thighs and her mouth is fully engaged in Maria's cunt. I sense that Maria is facing Roberto, so I step over Kiveli's body, my ass toward Roberto and my face moving toward Maria's nipples. I can smell her milk and realize she must still be dripping. I can sense Roberto's thrusts, but am not sure of exactly how to position myself so that I can enter Kiveli. Roberto, however, solves the problem for me by grabbing my cock and guiding it into Kiveli's waiting cunt. It does not escape my notice that he takes a few up-and-down strokes on my rod in the process, but I quickly forgive him once I bury myself in her.<br><br>I start ramming into my lover as hard as I can, but time my strokes with Roberto so that we are performing a rather elegant and gymnastically artistic dance, ass and cunt full of two cocks, one nice and large and the other gigantic, and both so fucking hard they feel more like stone than flesh. Meanwhile, my hands and lips have found Maria's nipples again, which have not lost their own engorgement. I taste her, fondle her, rub my face against her, and begin mounting to another climax.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>17-08-2008, 22:48:10</strong>
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				As Xerin touches me with his fingers, I want nothing more than for him to continue.&nbsp; When he moves to stand over me, I suddenly realize what he is about to do.&nbsp; I am speechless with desire and longing.&nbsp; None of my previous lovers has ever shared my desire to have two men inside me. They have all been possessive and jealous of others.&nbsp; <br><br>I am beginning to wonder how to explain to him what to do when Roberto moves Xerin into position.&nbsp; As Roberto's hand closes over Xerin's cock and moves back and forth I gasp at the sight of his large meaty fist over Xerin's cock.&nbsp; I am surprised Xerin allows it, and thrilled he is man enough to not be offended by the hand guiding him into my waiting cunt.&nbsp; I close my eyes as the two men fill me up.&nbsp; I have never before had two men inside me, and I know this will not happen with members of the troupe.&nbsp; I must enjoy this rare experience and accept it as a gift from Taurus.<br><br>As Xerin and Maria close over me, I continue to lap at Maria's cunt. I feel like every part of me is on fire as the two men move in harmony within me.&nbsp; I moan loudly as they continue to pump inside me, I feel Roberto's hands on my thighs running up and down.<br><br>"I will coming!" Shouts Roberto with gusto.&nbsp; I squeeze my asshole tightly against him as he begins to spurt inside me.&nbsp; I can feel him shudder against my ass as he comes still moving in and out.&nbsp; His orgasm lasting while mine builds and builds.&nbsp; <br><br>"Oh, Taurus!, " I scream to the air as my own climax builds, my hands clutching at body parts unknown in my passion.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Livonii</strong> on <strong>19-08-2008, 11:59:51</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I will coming!" Shouts Roberto with gusto. </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>A belly laugh bubble up inside me as Roberto shouts, and I begin shaking with mirth. I feel his cock explode in Kiveli's ass, and this sets me off. "I will coming, too!" I shout as I begin my own climb up to a volcanic eruption. I increase my lip-biting of Maria's nipples. "You come, too!" I murmur in her ear, loud enough for Kiveli to hear.<br><br>Sharing Kiveli like this... my mind has blanked to everything but the incredibly intense feelings, tastes and sounds. In a way, being blind allows me to focus as never before. I <em>feel</em> myself emptying inside Kiveli, I <em>taste</em> Maria's breast and milk, I <em>smell</em> Kiveli's cunt expel yet another wave of her fluid. I want to rub all of our fluids into every pore of our bodies.<br><br>I can sense Kiveli beginning to shudder, and when she screams "Oh, Taurus!" I know she's about to climax. Her hands begin flailing everywhere, and she hits my ear painfully... but I'm pretty sure she's oblivious in her ecstasy. Her cunt is milks my cock mercilessly as she hits her orgasmic release, and I help her along by fingering her clit with a free finger until she starts to buck and shudder uncontrollably. Then I move my finger, searching for Maria's clit, and find it... and add my stimulation to that of Kiveli's mouth by inserting two fingers as far in as I can, searching for that little rough patch where all the nerves come together.<br><br>I find it quickly, but only have time for three strokes before Maria tenses and screams. I feel her gush all over my hands and laugh in delight. As for myself, I can hold back no longer. I'm sure Kiveli is feeling the rolling thunder of her orgasm, so I add to it with a volcanic roar, my semen spurting gushing crashing into her like a tidal wave. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>19-08-2008, 21:43:22</strong>
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				I am covered in people...in their liquids...their motions.&nbsp; I feel trapped in an ecstasy that I have almost no control over and I surrender to it completely.&nbsp; As we all seem to have come within moments of each other, our bodies all mingle and wind down.&nbsp; We morph into a pile of naked bodies, collapsing into a mutually satisfied mass of humanity.<br><br>I begin to giggle uncontrollably with a giddiness driven by the insanity of the situation.&nbsp; I'm on a beach with my blind lover, having just given my entire body over to strangers.&nbsp; And, I'm still hungry.&nbsp; I sit up amongst the limbs surrounding me and say,"Is anyone else hungry?" and open the pack of food for all to enjoy.&nbsp; Maria nods and motions Roberto to their own bag, abandoned on the ground a few feet away.<br><br>As we sit on the beach enjoying a mixed banquet, I fall into a quiet musing.&nbsp; &nbsp;We must move on if we are to reach the falls soon.&nbsp; I'm loathe to move on, but know we must begin to say our goodbyes to our new friends or ask them to join us.&nbsp; I reach for Xerin's hand and give it a gentle squeeze.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Livonii</strong> on <strong>20-08-2008, 15:10:20</strong>
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				Kiveli squeezes my hand and I know what she means. Truth be told, I've already started to grow concerned as I feel the sun moving across the sky. I'm loath to move, loath to leave, but I realize it's time. As I stand up, pulling Kiveli easily to her feet with me, I decide to try out my Italian, hoping our new friends won't laugh too hard. "Roberto, Maria, sono spiacente, ma dobbiamo ora andare. Apprezzeremo sempre insieme questa volta meravigliosa."<br><br>I can sense Roberto's surprise that I can speak Italian, however poorly, but he responds as he stands beside me. "Ma, parlate molto bene italiano, il mio nuovo amico," he says, giving my back a resounding slap. "Anche, ricorderemo insieme questo volta." I sense his turning to Kiveli, adding "Parlate Italiano, lei?" I suspect she will have a blank look on her face, but on the other hand, she's surprised me so many times already, that perhaps she does speak Italian.<br><br>Smelling my own body, I realize I'd like to take a bath before continuing on the journey, but I don't want to bathe in the ocean as the salt will chafe before long. "My love, is there a stream emptying into this little beach? I think it might be good to rinse off a bit." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>21-08-2008, 17:50:35</strong>
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				Slightly relieved that Xerin has gracefully let the couples part on happy terms, I smile up at Roberto, "Sì, parlo Italiano, anche. Grazie per un tempo meraviglioso. Non dimenticherò mai l'una o l'altra voi e della vostra generosità."<br><br>Roberto nods his head in my direction, "Il piacere era il nostro, quello bello. Spero un certo giorno per attraversargli ancora i percorsi con."<br><br>Maria and I have managed to pack up all their belongings as we say their goodbyes.&nbsp; I kiss Maria and Roberto.&nbsp; Maria leans in and gives Xerin a very hearty kiss farewell. We take our&nbsp; leave at the top of the path on the main road, heading off in different directions.&nbsp; I begins to whistle under my breath.&nbsp; It is a melody I learned in childhood, though I can't remember the words or what it is called.&nbsp; The sun is beginning to set as we enter a small village with a simple pleasant looking little inn.<br><br>I hardly need to lead Xerin through the streets, but I hold his arm anyway.&nbsp; I like his physical presence and the way his skin seems to meld with my own.&nbsp; I open the door to the inn and step inside with Xerin following me.&nbsp; I blink a few times to adjust to the dimmer light within and move to the small counter that serves as desk and bar.&nbsp; <br><br>"Hello?" I call out.&nbsp; We are too early for any locals to be wandering in for any dinner and the small room that serves as bar, entry and dining area is deserted.&nbsp; <br><br>"Coming," Comes a hearty male voice from within.&nbsp; I feel the back of her neck prickle as I hear the voice.&nbsp; So familiar, yet not.&nbsp; Within seconds a large, rounded man comes out of the back with a happy smile of greeting for us.<br><br>I find myself stunned and nearly immobile at the sudden and unexpected presence of Aeolus.&nbsp; <br><br>"By the Gods!" he shouts, heartily and happily,"Kiveli?"&nbsp; He launches himself over the counter to grab me in a bear hug.&nbsp; I am squeezed speechless with surprise.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Livonii</strong> on <strong>24-08-2008, 12:56:58</strong>
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				I'm only a little surprised that Kiveli's Italian seems a tad better than my own. I smile to myself as I think about all the other surprises she may have in store for me. Now, as we meander through the village streets, my arm on hers (and mightily resisting the urge to pinch her delectable ass every time she <em>accidentally</em> bumps her hips against mine), my need for a bath increases with every step. There had been no stream to bathe in, so in addition to itching like crazy, we both reek of every conceivable bodily fluid liberally applied to every square millimeter of our skin, and probably have excruciating bad breath thrown into the mix.<br><br>Kivel calls out once we are inside, and I'm not too surprised at the lack of patronage -- it's still pretty early for an inn. I hear a male should "Coming," and I start to salivate over my impending bath with Kiveli in the tub with me. Instead, I'm shocked at what happens next. <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"By the Gods! Kiveli?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Someones yells a greeting at us, obviously male and probably gigantic to judge by his voice and tread. {Who would know Kiveli here?} I wonder, and then am bowled aside as a man, even bigger than I had presumed, seems to jump over the counter to hug my darling lover. I struggle to keep my calm, and manage not to throw the giant to the ground with a well-timed wrestling move.<br><br>I manage to murmur to Kiveli, "Who is he?" before the giant continues as if I were not there. "By the Gods!" he repeats. "How long has it been? I thought I might never see you again." There's a plaintive note in his voice, but he continues without waiting for a response. "What in the name of the Gods are you doing now? Are you still dancing? Ah, no you couldn't be, I heard your troupe was disbanded. And what are you doing here in my inn? Do you want a room for the night?" He pauses very briefly, apparently scrutinizing us, for he quickly continues, "Of course you do, and a bath, too, I should not be surprised. Well you have come to the right place, my dear Kiveli. Yes, indeed. Yes, indeed."<br><br>I decide to take advantage in the apparent lull in his verbal barrage. I look as accurately as I can in the direction of his voice, realizing he more than likely will ken that I'm blind, but not wishing to make a big deal out of it. "Kind sir, you apparently know my mate Kiveli, which makes you a friend of mine even though we have never met before today. My name is Xerin, and I am pleased to make your acquaintance. May I ask how I should address you?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>25-08-2008, 00:16:50</strong>
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				I am amused by Xerin's words, claiming me as his mate.&nbsp; Why mate versus partner?&nbsp; Aeolus has referred to my dancing.&nbsp; &nbsp; Aeolus drops me and turns to Xerin, not quite waving his hand before the blind eyes before him, but clearly puzzled.<br><br>"Please, let me introduce you, my love," I say, he can't see the twinkle in my eye.&nbsp; "Xerin, this is Aeolus."&nbsp; I put the emphasis on the name, sure that Xerin would recognize the name of the most famous dancers in recent history.&nbsp; <br><br>Aeolus interrupts me, with a hearty laugh,"Xerin?&nbsp; THE Xerin?&nbsp; I have heard of you, yes.&nbsp; Indeed."&nbsp; He shakes his head and slaps Xerin's shoulder with a hearty welcome.&nbsp; "Well, indeed.&nbsp; Any friend...er...mate of Kiveli's will always be welcome here."&nbsp; He nods his head and looks at me with questioning eyes.&nbsp; He doesn't voice his question, but I see it and answer it with a simple smile.&nbsp; <br><br>"Aeolus was my first partner," I say to Xerin by way of explanation," <em>and </em>my first lover."&nbsp; Making it clear to both men that I have nothing to hide.&nbsp; <br><br>"Well, my dearest Kiveli, guess who else is here," Aeolus adds, a smile lighting up his face.&nbsp; It is almost too much for me when he turns toward the door and shouts loudly, "Miele!&nbsp; You'll never guess who's at our door!"&nbsp; <br><br>I wonder if Aeolus has any clue about what had happened five years before between me and Miele, and quickly decide it doesn't matter any more to me.&nbsp; I fervently hope Miele is of like mind.&nbsp; <br><br>I say to Xerin, "Miele is Aeolus' wife.&nbsp; They left the troupe to be married."&nbsp; I wish for a bath as Miele was the most beautiful woman I have ever known, and I'm glad, for the moment, that Xerin is blind.&nbsp; Expecting a goddess to enter, I am shocked to see a woman, just an inch taller than I am waddle through the door.&nbsp; She is heavily pregnant and not looking very happy.&nbsp; <br><br>"Gods, Aeolus.&nbsp; This better be important if I am to...."&nbsp; she is saying, but stops abruptly when she sees me.&nbsp; "Kiveli?"&nbsp; A smile lights up her face, and it is only then that I realize I have been holding my breath.&nbsp; I let out a sigh of clear relief and move to hug her in greeting.<br><br>"And who is this blind man?" she asks in her typical nonsensical way.&nbsp; She makes a lewd gesture, one that Aeolus and Xerin can not see but shows me she approves of my choice.<br><br>"This is Xerin, my mate and my partner," I say,smiling to her as I clasp hands with him.<br><br>"Well, look at <em>you</em>.&nbsp; Let me order the baths for you two, for the even gods must smell you.&nbsp; Once you are cleaned up, we'll have some dinner together. And, you can tell me what is going on."&nbsp; Miele says clapping her hands for some hidden servant to come help guide us away.<br><br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Livonii</strong> on <strong>09-09-2008, 05:40:14</strong>
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				I listen and smell carefully (as much as possible over our own stench) as we enter the inn, trying to assess as much as I can of the current situation. As Kiveli mentions Aeolus, my jaw drops. I've only seen the man dance once, but that time was burned into my mind like a dot at the back of my retina after staring directly at the sun. I hear the sudden motion of cloth and leather, so am not surprised when his hand slams into my shoulder. I am, surprised, however, that he has heard of me. Although I know I'm good, I did not realize I have acquired some level of fame.<br><br>I hear Kiveli's ever-so-slight intake of breath as Aeolus calls out Miele's name, and suspect that something happened, but I realize I don't really care. {What's past is past. It's the future I thank Zeuss for,} &nbsp;I think as I turn to where I sense his wife stands. "Miele, I am most pleased to meet you. And Aeolus!" I return the greeting. "I saw you dance once, and the memory was imprinted indelibly in my brain. I think that performance was the first time I even knew I wanted to become a dancer." <br><br>Then I catch another whiff of Kiveli and me, and realize yet again how much I want a bath. "Please, a bath sounds fantastic. What is the setup here? As you can see, I can not! Do you have a common bath, or separate baths for men and women? But whichever, please lead us to the hot water!" I laugh as I speak, and reach out to take Kiveli's hand in mine, squeezing it hard. I lean toward her, finding her ear with my lips, and whisper/nuzzle, "I love you, Kiveli. Whatever happened between the three of you does not matter. I have a future with you, and that is more than enough."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>10-09-2008, 00:38:26</strong>
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				I am surprised at Xerin's perception...he is blind but he is not unaware.&nbsp; I take Xerin by the hand to show him the way.<br><br>The servant leads us through a warren of hallways to a steamy room with a large sunken bath in the middle.&nbsp; "You both can use the one bath...We're not that big an establishment."&nbsp; She nods to me and leaves us alone in the room.<br><br>I waits until they were alone to speak,"I think it's remarkable that of all the places we stop it is here.&nbsp; Xerin...I...my past is truly just that..my past....but...I was not always...I made mistakes...I suppose.."I pause&nbsp; and look around the room as if to find some answers.&nbsp; I finds none and see only Xerin,"I think they are all past, too....&nbsp; I look forward to the future with you, where ever it leads us."&nbsp; I wish my words into the truth.&nbsp; If I say them aloud it will be the trueth&nbsp; Still, I feel&nbsp; a bit unhinged that we should run into Aerolus and Miele so unexpectedly.&nbsp; The fact that Aerolus and Miele were so calm and welcoming make me feel much better.&nbsp; Perhaps love and happiness has wiped away all of my sins against them.&nbsp; <br><br>I slip off my tunic and take Xerin's from him and places all our belongings on a bench near the heated tub.&nbsp; "Come my love, let me wash off all of Roberto, and Maria, and sand...and...grapes."&nbsp; I start giggling at the memory of popping the grapes into waiting mouths.&nbsp; <br><br>"My...Xerin..." I says, pulling him into the tub with me.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Livonii</strong> on <strong>14-09-2008, 16:16:27</strong>
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				I allow Kiveli to lead me to the bath. I start to tremble with excitement, for I can smell the hot water. With a little oil, too! Yet I also am troubled.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Xerin...I...my past is truly just that..my past....but...I was not always...I made mistakes...I suppose..</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>{What could possibly be so bad about her past to warrant such indecisiveness in my Kiveli?} I decide to reassure her, for I truly believe nothing in her past can touch us now.<br><br>"Kiveli, my love, all of us have made mistakes. You, me, everyone. So please, just leave them in the past. If you want to share them with me, I will listen and cry, or laugh, or become outraged with you, whatever is appropriate. And if you don't want to share, that is no problem, either. The decision is yours. Just trust me. I will always accept you as you are, and that means accepting your past."<br><br>As I slip into the bath with Kiveli, all thoughts about the past vanish in the sheer luxury of feeling her naked body next to mine, hot scented water surrounding us. I pull her to me, feeling her breasts rub against my chest, and I pick up a loofah and begin to scrub her back with it. Somehow she finds another sponge, and scrubs me at the same time. We probably look ludicrous, scrubbing each other at the same time, but it feels divine and I am loath to give it up.<br><br>But finally, I push her away just far enough to begin to wash her arms, breasts and stomach. She continues to mirror my washing, so we sit in the tub scrubbing each other. Suddenly the mental image is too much for me, and I start to giggle. "What, Xerin," Kiveli asks, but then she gets it and starts to giggle as well. We collapse in each other's arms, for the nonce unable to continue our bath.<br><br>Finally, we calm down, and wash each other's legs. By unspoken consent we don't wash each other's sex. I'm not sure why that is so. Perhaps I have a hidden sense that someone is watching us, someone who, unlike Roberto and Maria, has something other than simple sexual pleasure on his or her mind.<br><br>As soon as we are completely clean, I press up on Kiveli's breasts, and she takes my meaning, standing carefully in the tub and helping me up. We rinse off the soap with a bucket of luke-warm water, standing nearby for that very purpose, and then dry each other. My cock starts to quiver as she accidentally touches it, and I can tell her nipples are enlarging as my towel rubs against them.<br><br>"Well, love, lets put on fresh tunics from our packs, and see what is to become of us here at the inn."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>15-09-2008, 17:38:02</strong>
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				I hand Xerin his own tunic while I put on mine.&nbsp; I find myself oddly looking forward to seeing Aerolus and Miele at dinner, their earlier disposition toward me a relief.&nbsp; It has been several years since I had seen them.&nbsp; When we are dressed, I take Xerin by the hand and lead him toward the dining hall again.&nbsp; Miele is sitting at the table looking very tired.&nbsp; I imagine she must be near the end of her pregnancy she is so huge.<br><br>As we enter she smiles at us, though I don't believe it reaches her eyes.&nbsp; "Ah, you look much better than a while ago.&nbsp; Please, Xerin, Kiveli...have a seat."&nbsp; We sit down next to each other at the table, Xerin across from an empty place and me across from Miele.<br><br>She claps her hands and a servant appears with a jug of wine and pours into the cups set in front of us.&nbsp; "Aerolus had another bit of business to attend to, but he will join us in a few minutes."<br><br>"Miele, you look radiant," I say...it is the truth as her skin literally glows with health.&nbsp; "When will your child be here?"<br><br>"Oh...I have two more months, Kiveli!" She adds a laugh as my eyes widen at the fact she will be even larger than she is at the moment.&nbsp; "I know, it's hard to imagine I'll get any larger than this, isn't it?&nbsp; I look pretty different to you, don't I?"&nbsp; Her voice hints at an underlying sadness, but she does not look sad. <br><br>"You are right," I say, laughing. " Those were my very thoughts.&nbsp; Xerin," I say, "Kiveli used to have a waist smaller than my own.&nbsp; She is also an inch or two shorter than I am...It is indeed a shock to see you so very heavy with child!"&nbsp; I watch as something seems to move beneath her tunic, drawing a line across her belly.&nbsp; The look on my face must have said volumes, for Miele simply laughed.<br><br>"That's a foot, I think...." she said as she placed her hand on the funny bump.&nbsp; "When I'm not pregnant, I am as svelte as I used to be...well almost.&nbsp; So, the babes show themselves against my frame rather clearly."&nbsp; <br><br>I grab Xerin's hand and bring it to my lips to kiss it.&nbsp; Just as I do so, the thunderous footsteps of Aerolus notify us of his return.&nbsp; "Ah. You two look...and smell... much better."&nbsp; <br><br>Aerolus plopped himself in the chair opposite Xerin and nodded to the servants to bring in the dinner.&nbsp; His eyes narrow on Xerin in a way I find disconcerting.&nbsp; Miele gives him a warning look and the pause in conversation is rather poignant.&nbsp; I tighten my grip on Xerin's hand, for some reason the look under Aerolus' dark brows disturbs me.<br><br>"Aerolus...you have a question," I say, seeing his eyes focus on Xerin.&nbsp; "Why don't you ask it?" I say, gently prompting.&nbsp; <br><br>Miele looks back and forth between me and Aerolus and looks down at her belly, placing her hand thoughtfully on its expanse.<br><br>"All right, then, Kiveli."&nbsp; He pauses as the servants deliver large plates of food to each of us--lamb fragrant with rosemary and garlic, squash cooked in olive oil, a salad of greens....no wonder Aerolus has grown so large.&nbsp; I do not wish to interrupt him however and refrain from teasing him.<br><br>He looks&nbsp; back and forth between me and Xerin.&nbsp; "Kiveli, I can't help but wonder...What in the name of Taurus are you doing with a <em>blind </em>man?&nbsp; Do you propose to actually dance with him?&nbsp; It's insanity."&nbsp; <br><br>Miele shakes her head in disbelief, "Aerolus, please..." she tries to interrupt.<br><br>"No, Miele.&nbsp; I just want to know what is going on....just some answers.&nbsp; First...I hear that troupe has disbanded.&nbsp; Then, I hear rumors that Kiveli has actually&nbsp; joined the Golden Sky Dancers....Then, I see, with my own eyes, their lead male dancer is...blind?&nbsp; It makes no sense to me."&nbsp; He jabs his fork into a piece of meat and tosses it into his mouth.<br><br>"It's hard to explain," I say...the fierce look on Aerolus face shocks me.&nbsp; He can't possibly be jealous of Xerin.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Livonii</strong> on <strong>26-09-2008, 08:38:53</strong>
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				The bath, restful. The smell and feel of a clean tunics, luxurious. The aroma of the food wafting in under my nose, delightful. The touch of Kiveli on my arm, sensuous. The tension in the air, palpable.<br><br>I listen attentively to the dialog between Miele and Kiveli. They seem to know each other well, and a lot of what's being said obviously is going on under the surface where I can't see it. But they seem to be rekindling their old friendship. Aerolus, though, has an edge to his voice, an air that I can't quite place. Yet I have full confidence in Kiveli and let her take the lead in unpacking this riddle.<br><br>Then, at Aerolus' blunt question, I can't help but chuckle to myself. All is revealed to me, as I couple his current hostility with the fact that he was Kiveli's first lover. It's fairly obvious, actualy. And how can I blame him? He's only saying what I've already thought a hundred times.<br><br>As the others fall silent, I realize it's my obligation to speak. To try to explain what I do not understand myself. "Aerolus," I venture quietly, keeping all trace of tension or defensiveness out of my voice. He says nothing, but the change in his breathing tells me I have his attention.<br><br>"Suppse Taurus himself came to you in a waking vision, and told you to do something impossible, would you argue with him? Or would you attempt the feat out of a sense of honor and duty, perhaps even out of a sense of love for him?" I wait until Aerolus gives a wary grunt, followed by a cautious, "Well, I suppose I would at least consider it."<br><br>"Yes. As did I." Slowly, pausing frequently to allow questions, I relive my encounter, my epiphany with the gods. "That is a <em>most</em> interesting story. If one were inclined to believe it." I hear the rustle of his aprons as he turns to Kiveli. "Do you believe this, this, this story?" Kiveli answers with a simple "Yes," spoken in a very quiet tone but with an undeniable sincerity.<br><br>"You had better!" Aerolus thunders suddenly. "You are betting your life on it!" He lapses into silence. Before it becomes too uncomfortable, I venture into the silence again. "Aerolus, when Taurus took my sight, he compensated me by augmenting my other senses. I hear, smell and touch like never before. For example, I can tell, just by the sound of the straps on your legs, that you are wearing sandals, but you have not laced up the leather straps very far. I can smell the scent of meat, and from the obvious sounds of two aprons I conclude that you put a fresh apron on over a blood-stained one."<br><br>I laugh quietly. "When you sat down, you made a strange heavy sound, which together with your..." I stop suddenly, and jerk my head to the side to avoid the sudden swipe of Aerolus' hand. "I heard the rustle of your shirt and sensed the wind, Aerolus," I explain before he has a chance to ask. "I can not see, that's true, but I can <em>sense</em> more quickly and more accurately than ever before."<br><br>"Aerolus, I have heard that you used to say, a great dancer does not react to what he sees the bull doing, he anticipates based on what he knows the bull <em>will</em> do." I smile gently. "You ask about my blindness, and I do not take any offense. I've asked the same question a thousand times. Please believe me, I am sure that Taurus will protect both Kiveli and me in the ring. I do not know how, and I do not know why. But I am as sure of it as I am of my love form this woman at my side."<br><br><span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size">Edited to fix minor inconsistency.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>28-09-2008, 21:57:27</strong>
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				I watch both men carefully as they talk.&nbsp; Aerolus looks somewhat surprised when Xerin so capably describes what he has heard...I confirm it all with my own eyes, even as Aerolus' own eyes narrow in suspicion at Xerin.&nbsp; While they talk, I see Miele looking down at her hands, a look that seems to be both sad and annoyed all at once.&nbsp; I sense that, perhaps, Miele is not particularly thrilled with Aerolus' line of questioning.&nbsp; Still, as I try to meet her eyes, she studiously manages to avoid mine.<br><br>"Xerin speaks truth, Aerolus.&nbsp; If I had not seen Xerin just before his vision, I would also have a hard time accepting it.&nbsp; Taurus took his sight and has given us something far greater.&nbsp; A gift that we must pursue.&nbsp; Aerolus, I believe Taurus has guided us here as well," I say, thinking that nothing is really left to chance.<br><br>"When I first found Xerin had become blinded after his vision, I lost my own direct voice to Taurus.&nbsp; Then, the road led us to here...to you..."&nbsp; I paused and reached for Xerin's hand.&nbsp; "To you and Miele.&nbsp; I can't help but think it is for me to...make amends...to you both...for past transgressions."&nbsp; <br><br>Aerolus exchanges a quick glance with Miele and I sense their own unfinished business.&nbsp; "I feel like I must simply tell you I am sorry...sorry for.."<br><br>Miele held up her hand and stopped me, her head shaking, "Stop, Kiveli...You need not apologize for we were all a part of it."<br><br>Aerolus interrupts her and says,"No...Miele..Let her speak.&nbsp; Taurus has brought her to us.&nbsp; She must have her conscience if she is to dance with a blind man."&nbsp; He crosses his arms slowly over his chest and nods encouragingly at me.<br><br>I feel strength emanating directly through Xerin's touch.&nbsp; It comforts me, bolsters me...Gives me confidence.&nbsp; "I know it seems trivial now, in some ways...you look happy together.&nbsp; Married.&nbsp; A fine inn.&nbsp; Children..." I look at Miele's swollen belly and let a fleeting sadness pass over me, knowing deep down somehow I will never bear any children.&nbsp; <br><br>"Your accident, Aerolus, was all my fault.&nbsp; I was so filled with anger and loss and pain and...." I stop for a moment.&nbsp; I look at Miele with tears filling my eyes. "I didn't really intend for it to...I just wanted to scare him.&nbsp; Not end his career.&nbsp; I wanted him to think it was your fault...leave you...come back to me...I was so jealous I wasn't acting like a human even..." <br><br>I know I sound like a complete idiot, incoherent and crazed all at the same time.&nbsp; But they both know what I'm talking about.&nbsp; I'm afraid Xerin does as well.<br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Livonii</strong> on <strong>21-10-2008, 14:40:39</strong>
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				A deep sadness begins to invade my soul as I listen to Kiveli’s chaotic confession. I do not understand the details of her sin against Aerolus, but neither do I need to know. She was young, impetuous, made a very serious mistake, and now bears the guilt for it. I realize she’s been carrying the burden for many years, and must somehow rid herself of it if we are to dance together. All I can do, though, is pray that Taurus will guide her. And that Aerolus and Miele will forgive her.<br><br>As my thoughts wander in this dark valley, Miele speaks with a quiet sincerity. “Kiveli, do you honestly think we don’t know? You were, er, rather inept in your attempt to cover up the truth. Everyone knew, but we all agreed simply to let it drop for the good of the troupe. We are happy now, and in a way we have you to thank for it. Aerolus never would have given up the dance otherwise, nor would I. We forgave you aeons ago.” She looks at Aerolus as if asking him to confirm her words.<br><br>“Miele speaks truth, Kiveli. You are forgiven.” His stern look softens for a moment, and it seems he actually might smile. But then his voice becomes harsh once again. “But I speak now of today. How in Taurus’ name do you expect to live more than thirty seconds in a ring with a raging bull and a blind partner?”<br><br>Kiveli’s earlier words come back to me, and I repeat them quietly under my breath. “Then, the road led us to here...to you.” In a flash, I realize that she is right, but wrong about the deeper reason. I repeat her words like a mantra, several times into a deepening silence. “Aerolus,” I say without preamble, “You were the greatest dancer ever. Teach us to dance.”<br><br>At my words Aerolus roars, “What! And become a party to your death, and the death of Kiveli? Are you utterly insane, man?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Sky Dancers</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>27-10-2008, 19:33:52</strong>
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				I am overcome with relief.&nbsp; And dismay--that they have known this all along!&nbsp; And still, they welcomed me into their home with seemingly open arms.&nbsp; I feel comforted by the goodness of these two dear people who I had wronged so long ago. <br><br>When Xerin makes his suggestion that Aerolus teach us to dance I am shocked.&nbsp; He can't see Aerolus, but surely he can hear his girth.&nbsp; This man is in no condition to dance.&nbsp; Yet, his mind is clearly agile. Krak does not dance, and he is our leader.&nbsp; I look back and forth between the two men--the only two men who have ever known my love.&nbsp; Others may have shared my body sexually, but I have never known love with anyone other than Aerolus and Xerin.&nbsp; I begin to see how it makes sense.&nbsp; <br><br>As Aerolus balks at the suggestion, I see Miele ready to leap to our defense.&nbsp; Even she sees the symmetry, the beauty of it. <br><br>"Aerolus," I say, before she has a chance to speak,"Hear us out.&nbsp; Xerin has had a visit by Taurus unlike any I have ever encountered.&nbsp; Our trainer Krak had one as well.&nbsp; We were sent on a journey by my own loss of vision.&nbsp; You know how I need to be cleansed by the falls...sometimes to restore my own vision.&nbsp; So...here we are on our journey, and we end up here.&nbsp; I had no idea you were here.&nbsp; How could I?"<br><br>I reach toward Xerin and grab his hand, I kiss the top of it and say,"Don't you see we were brought here for a reason.&nbsp; More than one.&nbsp; For me to understand and accept your forgiveness...thank you.&nbsp; I can not tell you how much your words mean to me.&nbsp; For you to be happy together gives me great joy, and I truly understand things differently now."<br><br>I realize that I would never have met him had I not done what I had years before.&nbsp; Indeed, it had set me on the path that led me to him.&nbsp; The initial attack I had made on Aerolus had set the entire troupe on a downward and destructive spiral.&nbsp; <br><br>I continued in my plea to Aerolus, "I believe Taurus brought us to find you as well.....to help us with the dance."<br><br>If Xerin could see, I know that he and Aerolus would have locked their eyes in a battle of wills.&nbsp; The mere fact that Xerin was blind prevented this from happening. I could sense Aerolus give a little.&nbsp; <br><br>"Truly Aerolus, what chance would we have without you?"&nbsp; I ask.&nbsp; He always did have an ego, perhaps that little challenge will bring forth the desired result.&nbsp; I glance quickly at Miele who rolled her eyes at me in amusement, as if to tell me "yes...Kiveli...the great man still believes he is a god."<br><br>Aerolus visibly shifts at my words.&nbsp; He looks back and forth between me and Xerin, saying nothing.&nbsp; I plead with my eyes for him to consider the possibility.<br>
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