Kismet     (Philosoraptor and Wistful Dream)
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				Title: <strong>Kismet     (Philosoraptor and Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Philosoraptor</strong> on <strong>21-08-2009, 08:04:39</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: Annals of the Emir Thief</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"It is only the fool who will try to challenge my dominion, for all that I survey has been granted to me on the condition that I shall strive to make it yours.&nbsp; Only those who stand in my way will deny themselves the gifts I freely offer."&nbsp; -&nbsp; Reza Khayrat</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>The thief's sandals kissed the dusty earth with each step.&nbsp; He moved with ghostly speed, flitting between the long shadows of tall minarets, red and gold watchtowers of the gods shimmering in the moonlight.&nbsp; He appeared only briefly, when there are no eyes to catch the oily sheen of the snake-leather vest, or the maroon flutter of his loose silk pants.&nbsp; His fingers dug into the palace wall, taking advantage of every imperfection in its construction to propel himself upward and over.&nbsp; He took care when landing, for the Emperor's gardens kept only those plants which require little water to survive - Thin, thorned, and ill-tempered old weeds that boast color like the gaudy jewelry of a vain spinster.&nbsp; <br><strong><br>"Thirst as a tool of statecraft."</strong> Reza muttered to himself with a wry grin, <strong>"How stale are the ways of tyrants." </strong> <br><br>Though they mock their practiced stance, the guards were, for all intents, asleep in their vertical beds of armor and sweat, keeping still so as to grudgingly preserve the moisture that their undergarments greedily absorb.&nbsp; <br><br>After so many years of lavish living, the prince had not expected his return to the profession he'd once refined, to be so easy.&nbsp; It came back to him simply enough -&nbsp; the shadowplay, the rope tricks, the art of finding just the right foothold. Only the maneuvering of a tricky window latch, which demanded the simultaneously gentle yet assertive coaxing of his fingers, so much like the sensitive, fickle folds of the female sex, forced him to slow and take his time.&nbsp; He entered the palace through a the balcony outside a royal study, him and the nighttime breeze, stirring the smell of dust and dried scroll parchment.&nbsp; After opening the door to the hall outside the study, pressing against it ever so gently for fear of provoking the rusty groan of its protest, the process of navigating the halls and chambers of the Emperor's palace began.<br><br>It was the vault he was after - but not his riches, for enough of those he had.&nbsp; No, this was something special, an item of such power that the only a fool like the Emperor could have underestimated it.&nbsp; The Eye of Hikmah, or so the archivist had told him.&nbsp; The legends around it had been as consistent as dunes shifting in the wind, so he could hardly be sure of its true form, but if even one of them was true, it would be worth at least trying to pick it out amongst the other valuables of the vault.&nbsp; <br><br>It did not take long for Reza to lose all but the most immediate sense of direction within the twisted halls of the extravagant palace.&nbsp; Every room looked nearly the same - high stone columns, jagged-toothed arches, clay walls painted war-banner red.&nbsp; When he'd heard the guardsman approaching, it'd been nearly too late.&nbsp; Reza dove into a smaller corridor, and blindly scurried up a flight of stairs, cursing the clink of his saber's scabbard against one of the steps.&nbsp; He tried to stop to listen for the sounds of footsteps behind him, but could barely hear above his own breathing, so decided to keep going.<br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><br>He opened to door into yet another chamber, this one wide and open.&nbsp; The air was hot and sticky with vapor, and a warm dew settled above his lips.&nbsp; Reza found himself walking along a narrow corridor, that ran along all four walls of the chamber, on the second level of the room.&nbsp; The actual floor was a dozen feet below him - he could see it as he peeked his head over the railing.&nbsp; It was a bathing pool, deep and wide, a rectangular depression carved out of the center of the floor, surrounded by hanging curtains of sheer silk that might have teased the eyes of an outsider with lithe, feminine silhouettes, drenched in the pool's warm water.&nbsp; Torchlight danced along the walls, and up from at least a half dozen shallow, bowl-like braziers that were placed around the pool.&nbsp; Several beds, or rather, generous piles of plush red cushions, also decorated the pool.<br><br>Seeing that the room was empty, Reza hopped atop the railing of the second-level corridor, and leapt towards one of the high pillars that supported the ceiling.&nbsp; He wrapped his hands around the pillar in a wide hug, and used it to slide down to the floor.&nbsp; &nbsp;Footsteps paced above him, louder, then faded away again.&nbsp; The guardsman had come and gone, without bothering to look down.&nbsp; Reza breathed a sigh of relief, and loosened his stance, turning his mind again to the treasure.&nbsp; He turned to look for an exit to the room, and headed for a split between the curtains that screened the inner area of the room.&nbsp; His hands ran along it, finding the divide between two of them, and waved the silk sheet aside.&nbsp; That was when he saw her standing before him.&nbsp; The princess stared up at him, her eyes frozen in alarm, her lips trembling - only moments away from shouting for the guards.&nbsp; Reza did not take his eyes from hers, thought he might have seen the fullness of her naked body standing only inches before him if he had.</td><td><br>(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v171/NameTry2468/BathingPool-1.jpg)</td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kismet     (Philosoraptor and Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>21-08-2009, 20:56:50</strong>
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				The summer night was hot and stifling. A yawn parted the deep pink of her lips as she stretched out on her large bed, not even the thin silk sheets that tangled around her legs and torso could provide a hint of coolness. They were as flushed as the rest of her, of the room. Her legs kicked them away then with a sigh of irritation as she slipped from her bed, off the opulent feather bed and her feet sank into the plush of one of the many carpets that covered her room. Her father’s fire magic made the palace far too hot at times, and she reached her vanity, picking up one of her fans and snapping it open to wave it languidly, stirring the air at least a little. <br><br>One tawny hand raised to gather back the heavy mass of silky raven black hair from her neck, holding it off to try and relieve some of the heat. She could feel the fine sheen of sweat on her body, slicking her like the oils the maids rubbed into her after her baths. Her slender nose wrinkled in distaste, this would never lead to real sleep and she was edgy after three nights of little to no sleep already. Vivid green eyes found themselves in the mirror of her vanity and she glanced at herself, assessing her body in an absent manner, what would her soon to be husband think of her? She was young, only twenty years old, and with that came the first blush of womanhood, of true beauty. Her golden skin was firm, unblemished, and her body was toned, from her dancing and swimming. Most princesses lounged about, doing nothing, but she had the need to move, to do something, though her energy often dampened far too soon thanks to the oppressive heat of her homeland. Yet even with her exercises there was no denying she had a woman’s body, full, curvy, with long legs and high proud breasts. Her eyes were set beneath the dark arches of her brows, and the emerald stood out with her raven black hair and softly golden skin. <br><br>A sigh parted her lips and she moved away from the mirror, what did it matter what her to be husband thought of her looks, she would be simply put in his harem, most likely not even his first wife. At least from what murmurs she had gathered, and while she would have to bow her head to her father, to marry the man for her kingdom, it did not mean she had to look forward to it. She had always dreamed of finding something she could love, like some of the stories spoke of. But love wasn’t for Princesses. <br><br>Safira plucked up a simple wrap, her body sheathed in the simple loose chiffon of her sleeping gown and she used a thin linen wrap, a simple bolt of sapphire colored cloth, to cover her breasts and make certain that anyone who saw her wouldn’t be able to see through the sheer chiffon to her more private areas. Her sandals forgotten and forsaken, she left her large room, moving through some of the lesser used apartments around her, after all her father did not keep much in the way of females, and she had been given her own private section of what had once been a full harem. At least, from what she understood from the tales of her grandfather’s time. Her father seemed to have little interest in females, even his own daughter. <br><br>It stun, just a little, that she was such a disappointment to him, hardly worth his notice. The first time they had spoken in months had been when he informed her that she was to be wed. Her bare feet were like whispers as she moved through the familiar hallways, the beauty of the palace hardly affecting her. It was so hot and dry, everything seemed more brittle of late, which was odd, for the sultan demanded opulent perfection. But then perhaps he enjoyed the heat. <br><br>She reached the disrobing room just before the baths and discarded the sapphire linen, she had not needed it after all, hardly anyone was up this time of night, not outside of the guards who had to be. There was no relief in the night to cool the palace, she would have to ask the court mage to do something to cool at least the woman’s quarters. Her hands undid the simple clasps that kept her chiffon gown on, letting it slide down her body and sighing at the first draft of air she had felt. It was a slight relief, but a welcome one all the same as she reached to twine her long dark hair over one shoulder, the waves holding slight curls to them, but loose with the length of her hair. Absently she twined a lock of raven silk around a finger as she moved toward the sheer veil that served as a doorway into the baths, looking forward to the cool water sliding around her skin. <br><br>But her thoughts, focused on her upcoming marriage and the travel in the hot desert, were distracted when she came face to face with a muscular chest. Her eyes lifted, arresting green depths shocked as they viewed the stranger before her. She trembled, hands flying to cover her breasts, and she took an uneasy step backward, eyes darting over him, his bronzed skin, his dark curly hair, his vivid eyes. Her lips parted, to scream for help, a man should not be in this part of the baths, it was part of the women’s section and only eunuchs were allowed. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kismet     (Philosoraptor and Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Philosoraptor</strong> on <strong>22-08-2009, 03:08:43</strong>
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				Whether as pauper or prince, Reza had always been one thing, and that was daring.&nbsp; Looking down at the princess' frightened eyes, he knew there was no time for negotiation, no time for threats.&nbsp; He could try for his knife, maybe press it against her neck and hope that would keep her quiet, but her scream would be echoing through the halls before she even realized the blade was against her skin - nothing would short of killing her then and there would silence her, and a violent, bloody struggle would be worse.&nbsp; Instead, he did the only thing he could think to do.&nbsp; In a single fluid motion, Reza's right hand grabbed the back of her head his thumb and forefinger pressing against the back of her skull, tilting it slightly, and the other three grazing the right side of her neck.&nbsp; Reza brought her fragile face towards him, and kissed her.<br><br>She'd had no time to react, and what wind she'd had to scream with was muffled by the thief's dry lips, which prickled only a little, until they drank up the moisture from her own mouth, and softened.&nbsp; His leg swept around her, and his other hand slid down to grab the back of her naked waist, and moved down her right thigh, raising one of her legs off the stone floor, leaving the girl helpless to his control.&nbsp; He handled her like a doll, pressing her back against a nearby column, and resting her head against softly against the pillar, holding it in place, that he may press his mouth against hers.&nbsp; It left the hand that had caressed her head free now, to roam as it pleased, first down her shoulder and forearm, and down to her own hand, and interlacing with her fingers with hers, leaving no chance for resistance.&nbsp; <br><br>He could feel the fullness of her breasts, a woman's breasts, giving supply against his chest, one pressing against the hard, oil-lackered surface of his open, snakeskin vest, the other kissing the skin that flowed with each movement of his pectoral muscles.&nbsp; His chest felt smooth, not bare, but groomed, almost too perfectly, maintained as it had been by a retinue of royal mistresses that had the rare ability to attend both the prince's hygiene, and relaxation at once.<br><br>Reza could feel the nipple growing hard, perhaps against her will, a reaction to the adrenaline that coursed through her in this heated moment.&nbsp; The flicker of the brazier's fire danced shadows against the wall, and glimmered off the moisture that settled atop his thick, midnight black curls.&nbsp; The man's breath was like a morning breeze, slow and cool upon the dew of her misted cheeks, and his eyes had closed - he was in fact, afraid to look into hers.&nbsp; If she were in terror, or revulsion, he knew he wouldn't be able to keep going, so he closed his eyes and hoped for the subtle loosening of her body, the relaxation of tension that would let him know she was his.&nbsp; He knew also that until that moment came, until he was safe from her panic, he could not break the seal he held against her lips.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"Could it possibly work?"</em> he wondered, as his tongue, an intruder in that precious mouth of hers, lapped coyly over her own sweet tongue.&nbsp; Reza didn't know.&nbsp; What was for sure, as he pressed the&nbsp; slightly rough fabric of his pants against the sensitive bareness of her inner thighs, was that this man was no eunuch.
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				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>22-08-2009, 04:15:31</strong>
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				<em>How could he have gotten here? And just what did he think he was doing…?!</em><br><br>Safira had never been kissed before, and she found that barrier of innocence shattered with little to no preamble. His hands were all around her, touching her with their callused flesh, pulling her toward him, one hand burying in the mass of her dark hair to come to the nape of her neck and tug her to him. She was too shocked to do anything but go with it, and his lips claimed hers with demanding fire. A gasp parted her lips and she let out a cry against his lips, though it was not perhaps the scream she had been about to emit to warn others, but rather a sound of pure, explosive shock and confusion. His lips felt so sure and hot over hers, and her gasp had parted her lips for him; he had a sure mastery over himself and his mouth and drove most thought from her head with the simple meeting of their lips. <br><br>But no, no this was wrong. The curvy raven haired girl struggled slightly, trying to pulling away form him even as his legs and arms lifted her, making her extremely aware of just how powerful the body of this stranger was as she tried to push against his muscular chest and the hard surface of his vest to break the kiss, to get away from him. But this man was having none of it. Safira could feel his hands, hot and strong on her body, guiding her, so confident of themselves and how to melt her resistance. She felt the hot stone of the column behind her and she shifted, trying to squirm, but his lips didn’t move, nor did his body. She was literally trapped between a rock and a hard place. And then his tongue swept into her mouth as his other hand moved down her body, sending shivers and a soft whimper through her body as their fingers intertwined and she lost even her hands to hit against his broad chest in protest. <br><br>Not that she was sure that she wanted to. <br><br>Her breasts heaved against his chest as she struggled slightly, yet she couldn’t help but admit to herself that she wanted to arch herself into him, to feel more, for what he had shown her so far was thrilling, maddening and arousing. She trembled as the malstorm of emotions and sensations moved through her, the slight prickle of the hairs on his chest grazing against her sensitive breasts earned soft gasps of surprise and finally the girls accusing, demanding green eyes fluttered shut as she melted into him. There was no real other choice, not with his lips conjuring magic around her, sinking her into a world of heat and want and flushed skin. Though the skin could have been because of the heat of the air, but there was a new heat, one inside her body, blooming outward and setting her blood aflame. <br><br>It was shameful that her nipples hardened for him, peaks of desire even as she struggled against him slightly, unable to give up the token of resistance, though it seemed only to increase the headiness of his touch. To feel his lips strong and passionate, his body, so masculine to her femininity, it felt right, and yet so odd at the same time. When his tongue lapped at hers, dancing with it she couldn’t stifle her moan even as her body softened around his, relaxing as she gave into the heat, the need. An ache built deep inside her body and she squirmed from it, not in protest, but in an attempt to become comfortable, she could feel herself dampen and her cheeks pinked with the knowledge even as she felt his hardness press against the most intimate parts of her body. She arched into it and shivered, clinging to his mouth with a innocent, artless fire of need and pleasure. <br><br>She wanted this mans touch. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kismet     (Philosoraptor and Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Philosoraptor</strong> on <strong>22-08-2009, 05:02:11</strong>
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				Only when he could feel the tightness of her muscles relax, the tenseness of her thighs releasing to let his body inch closer, the dampening between her legs seeping into the thankfully thin cloth of his pants, did he pull his face away.&nbsp; Reza's pale turquoise eyes sank into her wide, deep emerald stare, which had not fully abandoned their initial fright, but shimmered now with the newly awakened light of desire.&nbsp; He&nbsp; wanted to apologize - to tell her that it was not she who the thief had come to rob, that he had come for the petty riches that drive men's business, not the purity and maidenhood to which the lord she'd surely marry was entitled to.&nbsp; But what excuse could he give?&nbsp; If he were truly sorry, he would set her down now, still her with the reassurance that he would not hurt her if she stayed quiet.&nbsp; No such thing would happen, not as long as she gazed at him with those eyes, begging for the mercy of his touch.<br><br>He exhaled heavily, the breath rushing downwards through the canyon of olive-tan skin formed by their adjacent chests.&nbsp; <strong>"We both want this."</strong> he finally spoke, more a realization, or a declaration, than a question.&nbsp; Without waiting for her reply, Reza closed his eyes and pressed into her again, his head nodding forward, brushing his cheek against her nose and jaw as his mouth opened to close again around her neck.&nbsp; Safira felt the warmth of his mouth against the right side of her neck, just above where it met her shoulders.&nbsp; His teeth grazed lightly against the skin, but the feeling was almost like being devoured by some mythical monster. His tongue swept against the pores of her skin, as if trying to taste every drop of sweat and mist that had settled there since she walked into this fated chamber.&nbsp; His hands worked desperately against her thighs, lifting both her legs, and wrapping them around his waist, bending her knees so that her ankles met just below the small of his back.&nbsp; <br><br>Once Reza had the young woman braced herself against his torso, and wrapped her arms around his neck, he stepped back from the hot pillar, letting the relative coolness of the air brush against her now exposed back, like the soft breeze of a summer night running down her spine.&nbsp; His arms bent back away from her, now, but why!&nbsp; Why did his touch disappear so suddenly?&nbsp; <br><br>Reza wrested the leather vest away from his body with furious abandon, longing to explore the woman's body once again, and when the thing finally dropped to the floor, his fingers were once again upon her.&nbsp; He braced one hand against her shoulder blade, allowing her arms to relax a little from around his neck, while his other hand hurried to feel the supple firmness of her thigh and buttocks.&nbsp; He squeezed with impunity, pressing her pelvis against his package, then raised his exploratory hand to the back of her neck, and ran one finger slowly down her spine, prompting a shiver from her body, as he dared to let that solitary fingertip graze down past the small of her back, and just a little lower than the princess might have felt comfortable.&nbsp; <br><br>All the while, he was walking slowly, the movement of his strong legs rocking the princess' soft mound in a rhythmic grinding motion, back and forth across the teasing fabric that separated it from his package.&nbsp; Reza was carrying her away from the edge of the room.&nbsp; Safira, who was too busy looking up, hardly noticed when the thief's feet stood at the edge of the bathing pool, holding the arc of her body over the edge.&nbsp; The bottom of her naked body reflected on the surface of the perfectly still mirror waters.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kismet     (Philosoraptor and Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>22-08-2009, 05:36:38</strong>
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				Safira could hardly recognize her own body as she softened into him, as his lips broke from hers. A soft whimper of protest sounded, though she inhaled deeply, shakily, drawing in much needed breath, for he had quiet robbed her of it. As he looked at her with his sky color eyes she licked her lower lip softly, nervously, her own gaze of emeralds unsure and still shocked. The feel of his heavy sigh quaffing down their skin made her shiver and her hands lifted to cling around his neck as he freed her hands. His shoulders were so broad, so strong, she could feel the power of him all around her and it was as heady as any wine as his deep voice spoke, the words making her nod, slightly, but certain. She ached for it, though she knew not exactly what ‘this’ was. <br><br>The princess almost moved back when he moved forward again, startled at the movement, but she stilled, holding still like a beast of prey before its predator. And then his lips closed around her golden skin, suckling softly. She bit down on her lower lip to feel his hot mouth around her skin, the soft tease of his teeth against her flesh made her shiver and her breath caught before giving way to a moan and she pressed herself against him, not understanding why but knowing instinctively that if she rubbed herself against his groin it would help with the sweet tormenting fire that was consuming her from the inside out as his mouth took her flesh. The sweep of his tongue made her nails dig slightly into his back and she whimpered in delight at the feel of his hands on her legs, she lifted them as he directed, eager to obey, to listen to this master of the flesh and let him guide her further into the passions that had overwhelmed all thought but those of him. <br><br>When cool air touched her and his hands seemed to vanish from her body she whimpered again in protest, her hands clinging to his shoulders and her legs taunt around his hips to keep herself up and plush against him. There was no thought in her mind now about moving away from the wonderful feel of him all around her. But it seemed he was merely ridding himself of his clothing, which she approved of as his hands returned to her, touching her, caressing her, holding her by her shoulder blade and the sweet supple curve of her ass. The feel of his hand squeezing her buttocks made her body clench inside and she let out a breathy sound of approval, a mix between a moan and a whimper as she clung to the thief’s shoulders. As he traced his finger down her spine her back arched into him, presenting him with the tempting fullness of her pale golden breasts, the dusky rose of her nipples hard and begging for his attentions. He was consuming her, and the way he moved, she cared not where he was going, only for how it felt to feel his groin rub against hers, the press of his hot erection against her hot sex. A moan sounded in delight for him, and she blinked in surprise to realize that the bathing pool was just beyond the next step of the thief.<br><br>Gleaming emerald eyes, both curious and heated, innocent and pleading, met the blue of the stranger’s gaze and she asked without words what he was planning, for Safira almost feared that her words could break the spell around them. Like a cat she arched and rubbed her body against his, uncaring of her naked state, not so long as he touched her, as his body was hot and heavy and masculine hardness against hers. The idea of him taking her in the waters made her nearly tremble and she tried to lower one leg, to the ground, not really wanting to leave the headiness of being so close, so aware of him, but also not wanting to hover on the edge of the pleasure she could nearly taste on her tongue with the promise that hung around him. 
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				Post by: <strong>Philosoraptor</strong> on <strong>22-08-2009, 06:43:18</strong>
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				Reza couldn't help but push his cock against the wetness of her mound when her fingernails drove into his back.&nbsp; He could feel just how much the princess was struggling to keep her touch delicate, and he loved it.&nbsp; The thief gave her neck another, and yet another deep kiss with each moan that she emitted.&nbsp; His cock throbbed harder with every whimper.&nbsp; Slowly, he curled his toes around the lip of the pool's edge, feeling the warmth of the water steaming just below his feet.&nbsp; He wanted so badly to just walk in now, to ram the girl's back against the wall of the bathing pool and plunge his cock into her body without a moment's thought.&nbsp; But Reza was not new to this, and he knew he could wait.&nbsp; Looking into that beckoning gaze, the prince knew now that didn't want one quick, single night with this beauty.&nbsp; He would have her begging for him even after he disappeared from this cursed place.&nbsp; He would have her staring out the window, searching for his silhouette in the morning sun, touching herself to the image of his face.&nbsp; He would settle for nothing less than complete submission.<br><br>With a force he had not revealed before, Reza grabbed Safira by both sides of her waist, and pried her pelvis away from him.&nbsp; He could feel the resistance from her legs behind him, squeezing with all the strength her female frame could muster, begrudging the coolness of the air that grazed the bare, lips of her sex.&nbsp; The prince looked down at her with a sideways, sadistic grin, as he let her dangle, helpless in his arms.&nbsp; He waited until his eyes had devoured every detail of those dark rose nipples, and then knelt slightly as he let the squirming girl down onto the surface of the pool.<br><br><strong>"Lay still."</strong> he commanded without remorse, resting the girl's body in the water, stirring its formerly undisturbed surface.&nbsp; He let her float there, letting the princess sink only a little, watching with satisfaction as little crests lapped against the inside of her open thighs, and teased the lips of her glistening sex.&nbsp; She knew to stay still enough to float, to spread her arms and legs out so that she would not fall below the top of the water.&nbsp; Reza savored the way her hair fanned out in a swimming black halo around her head, and how her face, her breasts, and the top half of her mound stayed dry.&nbsp; He knew she would stay that way, for she would not want to take her eyes off of him as he undid the cord around his pants.&nbsp; She would watch him, humiliated by the solitary dark, wet stain of the juices she had gifted him when he had cradled her against him.&nbsp; And she would watch as the last of his clothes dropped to the floor, revealing the erect cock that he was saving for her. <br><br>Reza's member throbbed proudly, olive skin flushing slightly with his pulse, like an iron rod hovering above a flame.&nbsp; The slightly upturned shaft gave way to a wide head that emerged from a sheath of skin that drew back to reveal the deep pink flesh.&nbsp; It glistened with drops of a clear, oily secretion, and its top curved back like the tip of a spear.&nbsp; He let her gaze upon it, showing no apparent shame, and then stepped slowly into the pool, sinking beneath the water, leaving the princess staring up at the shadows dancing on the ceiling, feeling the rush of water beneath her.&nbsp; The thief emerged behind her, and within seconds of hearing his breath, his hands were on her shoulders, slowly dragging her across the surface of the water, directing her head towards the edge.&nbsp; The prince then lifted her head, and rested it again on a cushion he'd propped against the lip of the wall.&nbsp; He grabbed her arms and guided her hands to the edge of the stone steps that led down into the water, allowing her something to hang onto while he ran a steady, dripping hand along the center of her chest, and down to her navel.&nbsp; Reza gave the tip of her nipple a soft, teasing kiss, and then disappeared again.<br><br>She wouldn't feel his touch again for several moments, until she felt a series of soft, warm kisses, crawling up from the inside of her knee, across the quivering firmness of her inner thigh, and the soft, barely perceptible crease of skin where inner thigh met the bottom of her pelvic area.&nbsp; He let his tongue run up and down that pliant little valley, giving it much the same attention as he had her neck.&nbsp; She would feel his cheek grazing against the hungry lips of her sex, but Reza had decided she would have no more - not until she begged.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kismet     (Philosoraptor and Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>22-08-2009, 07:47:11</strong>
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				The way he kissed her neck, she could feel the threads of her body pulsating form it down to her sex and it made her whimper further, biting down hard on her lower lip to try and stifle the noise, her cheeks flushed and body aroused. How could he do this to her so easily? He seemed to have assumed complete control of her, and Safira would not have changed a thing about how he touched her. At least, not until he pulled her from his body, exerting the strength she had read in his body, and she could not really fight him, no, her body went with his directions, ridiculously pliant and eager for what he had planned, trusting to this complete stranger as she shivered in the cool air, held up by his hands, her feet swinging free above the water. Her eyes darkened, shy and nervous at the smirk on his rougish face, at the intensity of his eyes viewing her breasts. But he released her, and she floated in the water, nearly tempted to move, to try and flee. <br><br>But the command in his voice lingered in her ears and so she stayed still, watching him, her curvy body buoyed by the water, her many hours of swimming and lounging in the water suddenly coming in handy in meeting the demands of&nbsp; Reza. She wanted to obey him, to surrender to him and so she did, floating in the water, watching with wide, dark green eyes as he undressed, baring himself to her sight. She had seen men nude before, but never like him, never like this and her body shivered at the sight. She bit down on her full lower lip, worrying the berry colored flesh as he moved into the water, out of her line of sight. He was tormenting her, one moment touching her, the next not, one moment before her eyes, the next not. If he intended to drive her insane with wanting he was doing a very good job with it. <br><br>Yet still she stayed still, that absurd need to please controlling her body. But then she had never been able to please her father, but maybe, just maybe she could please this man. And he would reward her, his hypnotic eyes promised that. <br><br>Safira did not move or protest as he moved around in the water, though she stiffened slightly in surprise when he touched her shoulders, tugging her forward threw them, toward the edge of the pool. Her head rested on a pillow and she was touched by his thoughtfulness, though she wasn’t sure a pillow was needed, she wanted to look at him, to see him as he touched her. But he had told her to stay still and so she tried, her body half floating in the bath. His hands moved down her body, teasing her body and she whimpered in delight for him, the feel of his teeth nipping at her nipple making her back arch and her breath hiss out only to turn to a whimper of confusion when he seemed to vanish. <br><br>The princesses body tensed and released, uneasy with the lack of touch, the lack of knowing where he was. And then his lips were on one of her legs, and her eyes fluttered shut in pure pleasure at the feel of his mouth on her skin. She trembled like a leaf, quivering finely, her body supple and eager as it awaited his touch. His lips were teasing her, tormenting her body, and she gasped and squirmed for him in the water, her body flushed with the heat of wanting. Her legs with long, toned and as soft as the rest of her body, leading up to the apex of her legs, to her sex, the swollen and aroused flesh covered by the dusk tight ebony curls. It was kept neat and trim, not too long but plenty to cover the secrets of her body at a less intimate angel. Yet here she widened her legs further, her breathing erratic and quick as she squirmed into his mouth more, whimpering and pleading without words for more. Words, breathless, panting, left her lips, no thought behind them, just pure blind need <strong>“Please…oh…please I don’t know what but please!”</strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kismet     (Philosoraptor and Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Philosoraptor</strong> on <strong>22-08-2009, 08:45:08</strong>
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				Reza was amused at her innocent pleading, and he let his light laughter buzz through the flesh around his mouth, and through her skin.&nbsp; Pulling his lips away from her thigh, he stood in the water, doing nothing but letting his two hands graze down, and up both of her thighs, each time crawling up just a little higher.&nbsp; He said nothing in response, letting the young woman stew in the echo of her own pleas, letting her hear her own voice reverberating through the walls of the large chamber, and through her own mind.&nbsp; As he breathed down on her from above, rustling slightly the short curls above her mound, he would let her remind herself that she belonged to him now.&nbsp; He nodded forward and continued exploring her, lightly grazing kisses around her sex, letting the tip of his tongue just barely tease the outermost area where the princess' natural moisture, quite discernible in its sheen from the ordinary water of the bathing pool, clung to the trembling flesh of her lips.&nbsp; <br><br>Whether or not the girl realized its consequences, she had been impeccably groomed by her servants - perhaps in preparation for whatever man she had been arranged to marry.&nbsp; A shallow carpet of black curls trimmed to perfection just above the hood of her sex, but the area around the folds left exposed, a soft pink glowing among the golden skin, like a flower blooming among the bronze desert dunes.&nbsp; When he could see that she could wait no longer, Reza moved his hands below her body, clutching each of her buttocks in one hand, letting his fingers sink into the cushion of her flesh, lifting her ass up above the surface of the water, allowing her to release the tension she had maintained in order to stay afloat.&nbsp; She was like clay in his hands.&nbsp; <br><br>Finally, finally, he let his tongue run along the fold of her outermost lips, running the tip of his tongue deep into the creases in the flesh, savoring how her body shook with the motion, flourishing the tongue with a light twitch each time she made a noise, rewarding the girl for every moan and whimper.&nbsp; He ran a close arc around the top of the hood of her clit, letting that that tiny node remain concealed above the folds of her sex like the crown jewel of her own body's temple.&nbsp; But that didn't stop him from teasing the lip of the hood, making the princess tremble in the fear that, if he moved any lower, she might end up alerting the guards after all.&nbsp; Tauntingly, tormentingly, he skipped over it, moving instead to the inner folds, dancing his tongue between each sweet, moist ripple of flesh, letting his upper lip provide the only dull sensation he'd allow her clit to enjoy.&nbsp; With each lick, Reza's fingers squeezed her ass waves of pressure, lifting and lowering her pelvic area in rhythm with his hot suckling.&nbsp; <br><br>Reza did not stop until she felt the involuntary squeezing together of her legs, a trembling grip around his head.&nbsp; He had given her enough, and he stopped, letting the princess catch her breath, as he lowered the bottom of her body, into the water, letting her feet touch the bottom of the pool.&nbsp; No sooner did she feel the smooth grain of the floor than Reza's right hand slide up her inner thigh again.&nbsp; He moved in close to her on her right, his mouth nearing her ear, his pulsating cock driving against the side of her abdominals, his hand hovering well below the surface, but only an inch away from her sex.&nbsp; He began moving his fingers again, but refused her any direct contact.&nbsp; Reza's fingers plucked the water just centimeters away from her folds, playing her like some human version of a lute or sitar, and tiny vortexes of water ruffled the lips of her sex, causing her to respond very much like the instrument he was mimicking.&nbsp; His other hand wrapped around behind her, resting just below her waist, pressing her toned thighs against his member.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"I may be a thief, but I'll not intrude where you do not invite me, princess."</strong> Reza whispered, all the while letting his tongue run along the outer curve at the top of her ear.&nbsp; <strong>"You'll tell me your name, and then you will tell me that you give yourself to me, and no other."</strong> he commanded, implying some measure of consent, though at this point, it could hardly be called fair.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kismet     (Philosoraptor and Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>23-08-2009, 01:49:04</strong>
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				She wondered if she should have been ashamed, for the pleading she gave him, for the words of begging that fell so quickly from her lips for him. But it merely felt right, though his laugh against her skin made her shiver and she whimpered when he stood, moving away from her. The feeling of his hands tracing her flesh made her shiver and she shifted, trying to get closer to the hands, her cheeks pink as she looked up at him with wide eyes. The feel of his fingers cresting through the short crisp curls of her sex made her body throb inside, she wanted more, but what more was there? He would show her, oh, of that she had no doubt, she just wasn’t sure she wouldn’t go insane with the ache inside her body before he did so. He was teasing her. When his tongue dipped in against her slightly, just a faint brush a half strangled sound emerged, her body tensing and she nearly wanted to weep for the edge she sensed he kept her played upon. How could he know just where to touch her? How to hold her, tease her? <br><br>Her body was on fire, trembling and aching and she knew he could give her the cure for this mounting frustrating need. Her dark pink lips parted as she gasped for him, his hands cupping her ass in his hold. The feel of his fingers digging into her flesh, pressing so hard and controlling made her dampen further and she whimpered, squirming her ass against his hands only to feel it more as he lifted her above the water. Her body moved with him, eager, quick, heavens, she would do anything that deep and seductive voice asked of her, without a second thought. He only had to speak or touch her for her to bend to his will. A dim part of her mind wondered at this, after all, she had never been so pliant in her life, never so eager to please, and never so…flushed, heated. The ladies of the harem had tried to explain what it was like when&nbsp; man touched you, what arousal felt like. Their words paled before the reality of it. <br><br>A symphony of desire and delight sounded from her lips, she was unable to hold them back, to hush them as they filled her ears and likely his. Part of her was embarrassed for them, but the majority couldn’t care, not as his tongue lapped at her desire slicked flesh, not as he showed her a teasing glimmer of what heaven was like. She moaned, the sound high and sweet, artless as her eyes fluttered shut, her head lolling back to bare the smooth column of her neck. A column that all but vibrated with her chorus of delight, the swirls of his tongue making her toes curl and hands clench. His mouth was nearly enough to make her scream, not in warning to the guards, but from the sheer, uncontrolled pleasure it sent crashing through her body and she squirmed, trying hard to press closer, to get more. She was on fire for him, she needed more. He moved deeper into her, it felt like, such an intimate, wicked kiss. Safira could not believe she let a stranger do this, but there was no thought of resisting, of pulling away. The squeezing of his hands urged her body on, and she felt her pussy throb, her body clench and she tremble, the water cresting around her body likes waves as she undulated into his mouth. <br><br>When the stranger pulled away from her body she whimpered in protest, nearly weeping, for her body still quivered, still felt that unbearable need, the ache. Safira drew air into her lungs, not realizing she had almost forgotten how to breath as her emerald eyes opened to plead with him, to ask why he had stopped. Her feet touched the ground, the first time since he had picked up her smaller body and pressed her against the column. Just the thought of his kiss then, of the press of his body summoned another moan as she shifted on her feet, her legs parting as his hand touched her thigh. She was eager, welcoming to him, a flower finally blossoming into her full womanhood. The princess could feel the hot, hard lineo f his cock against her side and she bit down on her lower lip, her body tensing to keep from melting down into the water, he was so hard and hot, all around her. She pressed her body closer to his, a hand lifting to cling around his neck, to aid her in standing as his fingers teases at the folds of her pussy, soaked, but not from the water, rather from her own desire. How could he know what she craved and do it so well? Could he read her mind? <br><br>Safira softened into him completely when he pulled her to him, the feel of his hand resting just over her hip seeming to brand her with the heat of his touch. She rubbed against him like a cat, slick from the water and from the slight perspiration from the heat of the night. .&nbsp; His other hand wrapped around behind her, resting just below her waist, pressing her toned thighs against his member. Her head tilted back to look up at him, emerald eyes nearly jade, bright with desire and adoration, his deep voice, whispered into her ear as he teased the outer shell of it with his wonderful tongue causing another whimper to catch in her throat; she could not deny the command in his voice, and the thought of being his, it made her dampen all the more and she licked her lips nervously before whispering in a voice gone husky with pure desire “S..Safira….I am yours.” she could not frame more words then that, and she hoped, prayed that they would be enough to please him, to make him give her the pleasure he tormented her body with like the finest of musicians. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kismet     (Philosoraptor and Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Philosoraptor</strong> on <strong>23-08-2009, 04:09:36</strong>
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				Reza hummed another laugh against the curve of her delicate ear upon hearing the princess' words, strangled by the agony of her own pleasure.&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"Safira...my Safira."</strong> he whispered reassuringly.&nbsp; The thief wriggled his virtuoso's fingers again, playing another chord of teasing ripples through the fluttering folds of the girl's flushed pussy.&nbsp; Then, as if rewarding her once again for those short words, he brought his hand against her mound.&nbsp; The prince rested his palm against the top of her sex, teasing her again with dull, flat pressure against the tip of her tiny, throbbing bud.&nbsp; With his fingers, Reza explored her folds, only this time, daring to move a finger deeper.&nbsp; As his mouth suckled its way down from the girl's ear, down to her neck, he caressed the inner rim of her sex with his fingertip, circling against the involuntary motion of the princess' rocking hips, grazing incidentally the thin ribbon of her unbroken maidenhead.&nbsp; <br><strong><br>"I think..."</strong> said Reza between short bites that melted into kisses against the heat of her neck.&nbsp; <strong>"you've made the right choice." </strong>he smiled confidently, looking down at the flickering emerald light of her eyes, which struggled to stay open as his fingers pressed softly into the lips of her pussy.&nbsp; Cruelly, he removed his hand, leaving her hips to tremble desperately as she tried in vain to move her sex back into contact with him, but his hand was already traveling up the flesh of her ass, past her waist and barely tickling her ribs before coming to rest on her left breast.&nbsp; He caressed it softly at first, running his wet fingers gently around her tightened, erect nipple, and then stiffening his grip slightly, letting the fullness of flesh overrun the edges of his cupped hand.&nbsp; Reza shifted around, resting his left knee on one of the lower steps of the pool, and slipping his right leg in between hers, gently wedging the top of the thigh between hers.&nbsp; Her pussy parted into two mounds of throbbing flesh against his thigh, her folds rubbing slick against his skin, and the soft, sparse curls of his leg hair teasing the exposed bud of her clit.&nbsp; <br><br>With the hand that was not busy caressing her breast, he took Safira's own arm, and guided it down into the water.&nbsp; He glided down her forearm, and curled her feminine fingers around the throbbing shaft of his member, letting her feel the hardness of the passion pounding hot through his cock.&nbsp; Reza had heard it from her mouth, but now, as he pressed his thigh into her sex, he would have the princess' body do the pleading, before she earned her prize.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kismet     (Philosoraptor and Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>23-08-2009, 04:33:50</strong>
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				His life made her heart leap into her throat and she looked up at him, eyes bright and gleaming in the dim lighting of the baths. Her eyes held the instinctive surrender she had given to him, the awe for the man that so easily controlled her body, who woke it to passion and longing. The sound of her name on his lips, the word my before her name, made her tremble and her very heart clench along with her groin. This man reached into her very soul and claimed her, all so easily. The tease of his fingers caught another whimper in her throat, and then she nearly melted into him with a soft sound of pleasure as he cupped her sex with his large hand. She pressed herself into it, whimpering and squirming, wanting more then the tease he gave her. He brought her pleasure with his hands, yes, but she sensed there was so much more he withheld, had she not been good enough yet? Her brows drew together worriedly, lips parting to ask when his fingers dipped into her body, touching her deeper then before and she shivered with the quaking whimper of delight that sprang from her lips. <br><br>The green of her eyes darkened, nearly black with the desire pouring through her body, taking over all thought and responses. Her body was centered around his touch, that was her world. His mouth nibbled down her neck, kissing and biting and the scrape of his teeth, the lap of his tongue, the tease of his lips drove the fires within her higher as she panted, her breathing lost to her as she shook and he touched her. When his hand removed her eyes flew open, pleading, begging, to know what she had done wrong and her lips opened to ask, only to shiver and arching into his hand as it cupped her breast. She felt as on edge as when her father called upon her recite her lessons or perform some court grace, so afraid of failing, of disappointing and loosing his interest. Safira kept in her questions, her pleads, he had not told her to speak, and so she bit down on her lower lip, not wanting to distract him from touching her. <br><br>His teasing fingers brought her nipple to an aching tautness, just like the rest of her body, her lips parted in a breathless gasp as his leg slipped between hers, her hands clinging to his shoulders as she parted for him. The feel of his hot, muscular thigh pressing so close to her most intimate parts made her whimper and she rocked herself helplessly into it, rubbing her slick desire over his flesh as she shivered and throbbed for the feel of it. It was the most sensation she had been given yet, and she had taken it for herself, because she couldn’t not. Part of her was alarmed, and the eyes that fixed on him with such intensity were torn between pleading need and abject shame with herself, she was wanton. <br><br>Safira’s hand went with his, eager to do what he wished of her, eager to earn his praise, his touch, anything and everything he chose to give her. Her shy fingers closed slowly around his thickness, she could feel the heat of him sear through her hand and into her whole body and she moaned softly at the touch of his satin steel cock in her hands. Her hand spasmed as she rocked herself along his thigh, throbbing and eager even as she stroked him, though her eyes moved downward, away from him, but looking at the water, rather then what she did, at his body. Shock clamored in her, but it was silenced by the overwhelming arousal that clouded her judgment and common sense. For this one moment, there was only she and this man, this prince of men. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kismet     (Philosoraptor and Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Philosoraptor</strong> on <strong>23-08-2009, 05:28:06</strong>
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				For the first time that night, Reza felt himself losing control.&nbsp; The princess' fingers curled around his cock, and sent erratic shocks of pleasure up the base of his spine.&nbsp; The feel of feminine hands on his sex was not new to the prince, but years of experiencing nothing but professionally trained women, practiced in their science of the flesh, so rarely deviating from the stale curriculum that traveled on whispers through the harems of the land, had left him complacent.&nbsp; Yet this princess, this girl who had never felt the passion of a man before, and could hardly control her own motions - for her attention was split between pleasing him, and&nbsp; trying to quench the fire of want between her thighs - made him shiver with her ever-straying touch.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Yes..."</strong> he managed to whisper, when it seemed Safira had mistaken one of his grunting moans for a sign of pain, reassuring her that she had not hurt him.&nbsp; Each little awkward slip, each unpredictable revelation of her purity and inexperience was like a bolt of melting electricity rattling his loins.&nbsp; Reza saw now, that by having thought that he would be treading all-too-familiar ground with Safira, he had overestimated his willpower.&nbsp; He found himself having to grab the edge of the pool for support as the leg he rested on twitched and buckled beneath her touch.&nbsp; Did this girl have any idea of just what she was doing to him?&nbsp; Her ignorance was his bliss. <br><br>When Safira's hand accidentally slipped too far up the shaft, palming the flushed, throbbing head of his cock, Reza's hips quaked with an overwhelming rush of heat that coursed through his entire body.&nbsp; His chest heaved with the depth of his breathing, and he struggled to pry himself away from the young woman, whose eyes looked at him with the terror of the thought that he would leave her like this.&nbsp; She could not have been more wrong.&nbsp; He had played the teasing master long enough, but the prince was lost to her now, his mind swept away in the swirling madness of his desire. <br><br>It took Reza three agonizing seconds to swim back into the pool, and position himself between Safira's open arms and hungering thighs.&nbsp; The surface of the pool was roiling with their motion now, spilling over the edges, absorbing into the thirsty earth of the stone floor.&nbsp; The prince's hands clutched both sides of her ass as he stood before her - his burning eyes were inches away from hers, his chest less than that from hers, her thighs were clenched around his buttocks, and the shaft of his cock pressed hard against her clit, grinding waves of pleasure between them.&nbsp; <br><br>Finally, he could wait no longer.&nbsp; Reza leaned forward and drew his thighs backwards, like tightening the string of a bow as the arrow slipped into the tension of its nock.&nbsp; He nearly clawed around the flesh of her buttocks, he thrust his head forward to kiss her pleading lips, and plunged his cock inside her without mercy.&nbsp; The pool's water crested wildly over the edge again, its spray raining on the dry, flaming coal that burned in the bronze braziers that were scattered around the edges of the bathing pool.&nbsp; Tendrils of steam hissed into the air, and the flickering flames danced shadows on the ceiling.&nbsp; The prince filled her with the iron thickness of his sex, savoring each fleshy ridge that tightened over the head of his cock as it passed inside.&nbsp; <br><br>A plume of pink billowed out into a thin cloud around their waists, as three drops of her virgin blood dissolved into the water.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kismet     (Philosoraptor and Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>23-08-2009, 07:03:44</strong>
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				At first she had feared that she had hurt him, the sounds he made at her touch made her nearly withdraw her hand, made her bit down hard on her lip in nerves. But his voice, his wonderful, deep voice, sliced through the air in a growling whisper that reaffirmed that what she was doing was right, was what he wanted. So she caressed him, her hand slowly moving upon his thickness, cherishing the alien feel of him as she shaped him and strove to earn more words, more sounds of pleasure from the male before her. The quiver through his body when she brushed the head wasn’t missed from her and she tried to repeat it, only he was pulling away from her. Her green eyes turned bright with fear, with pleading and she tried to cling to him, tried to keep him closer to her. “I..I’m sorry” she nearly wept when she thought he had left. Only he hadn’t. <br><br>No, he was surrounding her now, his hands lifting her ass up, positioning a body only all too eager to give way to any of his demands, to part before him, pliant and submissive. Her breathing was erratic, a quick trembling&nbsp; pulse in her throat as she looked up at the burning blue of his eyes. With his gaze, his hands and the heat of his very body he was branding her inside out, searing him into her memory and she was glad of it. The tight hold of his hands on her buttocks made her body throb all the more and she squirmed in his hold, trembling to feel the hard length of his cock rub against the slit of her body and she moaned softly for it, the grinding of the male against her most intimate places rousing her passions further, not something she could have guessed at happening. <br><br>She moaned and pleaded with her breathless sounds, with the undulating of her virgin body and the darkening of her gem colored eyes. And he gave to her, finally, oh finally he moved, pushing himself into her, her body weeping for him with its aching desire. She could hear the water lapping around them, the hiss of steam as the water crashed into the braziers around them, the mist of the steam adding to the other world feel of this. They alone were in the world, there was no one else, nothing else, but this man who controlled her with his deft touches and burning eyes. As he thrust into her body she let out a sound of delighted thanks only to turn to a soft cry of pain as she stiffened completely in his hands. It hurt, oh the pain surrounded her and she turned her gaze to him, betrayal, hurt, glimmering in them as she rebuked him silently, not moving, her body stiff and tensed against any more action. But he didn’t move, no, he merely lingered and touched her softly, his hands lightening on her ass, his lips coaxing hers into a kiss again, the demanding slant of his lips driving away other thoughts as he possessed her mouth. She moaned for his kiss and then shifted in his hold, letting out a gasp of shock as the pain melded away into a pleasure so intense she withered against him and rocked herself into his body. The pain vanished, dissipated into the pleasure of coupling and she clung to his broad shoulders as her body throbbed anew around him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kismet     (Philosoraptor and Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Philosoraptor</strong> on <strong>23-08-2009, 07:44:22</strong>
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				He stood over her, water dripping from his dark black curls, letting the muted cry from his first thrust linger in the air, savoring the indescribable pleasure that a man feels when he first enters a woman.&nbsp; Reza knew there would be pain for her, so he cradled the princess in his arms as the tightness of her sex adjusted to the thickness of his cock.&nbsp; He shushed away her whimpers as he held her close and kissed her cheeks.&nbsp; He knew that the pain she felt could only pass with time, and attempted only to show her that, for all the humiliations he had put her through tonight, he was aware, and he did care, and that as long as she was his, he always would.&nbsp; Reza softened his grip, and moved a hand behind her head, gripping her raven hair near its base, steadying her head as the initial sting melted away.&nbsp; The prince waited until he saw her eyes open again, and felt her hips begin to rock against him once more, before slowly starting to return the motion.&nbsp; <br><br>Gently, he pressed the girl back against the steps to the pool, and he began to lead their undulations once more, sliding his cock between the petals of her folding lips, the speartip head of his engorged cock curving upwards against the fleshy ridges at the roof of that tiny cavern of flesh.&nbsp; He drove into her with the fluid weight of his entire body, and his hand curled into the ribbons of her surprisingly strong hair.&nbsp; The dark curls above his member frothed the water around Safira's clit, and his cock drank the natural wetness of the dew that thickened insider her, as his thrusting built a pressure that weakened her every muscle with each passionate thrust.&nbsp; Reza wanted to kiss her, but would not dare silence those blissful moans and whimpers that echoed through the chamber, threatening to reveal their crime.&nbsp; Instead, he bent her head back with his forceful hand, exposing her bare breast, shameless in its longing, and fell upon the peak of her nipple with his warm tongue.&nbsp; He circled around it, suckling it furiously as he pounded the shivering flesh of her groin.&nbsp; <br><br>Heat began to build at the base of his cock, he could feel the pressure tightening in his balls.&nbsp; He had, for all his force, been teasing her still, timing his thrusts with the pacing of her breaths, letting her control their motions though she did not know it.&nbsp; Reza longed to unleash the tension still within him, craved the look on the princess' face when she realized he could move much faster, much harder, than she could have imagined.&nbsp; He let his mouth release her nipple and moved upwards to her neck again.&nbsp; His hands worked her ass into a position that would allow him to drive into her without remorse.&nbsp; He clawed at the small of her back with one hand, and wrapped the other up towards her shoulder.&nbsp; Reza began devouring the woman's neck, as his cock hammered into her.&nbsp; His balls dribbled against the skin beneath the folds of her pussy, mixing a dull pain with the unbridled pleasure that he drank in through their coupling.&nbsp; The prince rippled the soft skin of her neck with a feral groan of pleasure, as the liquid pressure gathered within them both.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kismet     (Philosoraptor and Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>23-08-2009, 18:49:22</strong>
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				Her body was pressed back against the marble steps of the pool and she went, her body clenching tightly around him before softening with trust and surrender. He was thrusting into her, slightly, letting her adjust to him, and it was more then she could have ever dreamed of, even with his teasing touches before. The friction of having his cock within her body was beyond any pleasure she had ever known and she withered while he took her. She could feel his strength, the weight of his body, the hand that tangled in her hair and held her taunt and ready for him. Waves crested around her body as he took her, and that only added to her pleasure, to feel the water, so cold compared to the fire that was within her skin, caressing and shifting around her, touching her extremely sensitive skin. Moans fell from her lips, there was no thought to silence them, only to give voice, without words, to how wonderful he made her feel. <br><br>When his mouth lowered to her breast and took the puckered nipple into the hot sinful heaven of his mouth she gasped and bowed up into him, her pussy clenching down hard as he thrust within her. The swirl of his tongue on the hardened flesh made her shiver and then he suckled and she found herself crying out again, one of her hands moving to tangle in his ebony curls and hold him to her breast. Her breathing came erratic and mewling, she could feel the edge of this pleasure nearing her and she trembled for it, quivering like a string stretched tight, all too ready to be plucked and let loose the sound of high pure joy she sense was close. A soft whimper of protest came when he left her breast but she didn’t move, enjoying the feel of his wicked lips moving up her skin, his hands hard and tight on her ass. His hands shifted then as well and she moaned, rocking into him, hoping he wasn’t planning to stop, But no, his mouth set upon her neck, sinking in hard and sure, marking her pale golden skin even as he rammed into her body. <br><br>If she were not so lost in pleasure she would have felt pain with the pure force and violence of his taking of her innocent body. But she was slick, both drenched from her own desire and the waters that moved around them. Her body was tightening, aching within and she whimpered, tensing for that one moment when the world would fall away. When the prince groaned against her skin the sound of animalistic pleasure, the feel of his teeth in her skin, his cock thrusting so hard and deep into her tight young body, she screamed for him, not a scream of need, but the same the harem women often emitted. There was a safety in that, for the guards would think nothing of the harem women finding their peak. Her full lips were open and she withered madly against him for a long moment, her mind blank and body in a place of bliss she had never known existed. But she dropped away from the point, trembling and panting, eyes shut and body limp in the man’s hold as she tried to regain her thoughts. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kismet     (Philosoraptor and Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Philosoraptor</strong> on <strong>23-08-2009, 20:28:20</strong>
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				Their loins throbbed in an erratic, arhythmic desperation, dripping with the agony of an imminent release, thickening like hot sugar caramelizing in the carnal flame of their act.&nbsp; Reza could feel Safira's limbs clenching around him, her legs pushing his buttocks forward, thrusting her dark, pink embrace over his cock, her tightly-bound flesh barely accommodating his girth.&nbsp; She clung to him like the only steady rock in a storming sea - wide crests of water sprayed on the braziers without end, the constant hissing of steam drowning out their voices, the cloud of mist that formed around them hiding their crime in a thick, hot shroud.&nbsp; Reza pushed through her climax, pounding violently, feeling Safira's body, shiver, wither, and release the tension she held on him, but he held her tightly against him as his hips drove on, without any seeming regard for the girl's orgasmic screams.&nbsp; <br><br>He felt his own release beginning its surge as his balls tightened inwards, the familiar sweetening of the sensation as each thrust sent him hurtling to a higher peak of torture.&nbsp; He could come - gods, if he only kept thrusting, he could come!&nbsp; But something about way the girl's muscles still clenched with nervous tension told him this engagement was not yet finished.&nbsp; The prince would have her understand that what she had just experienced had not been a fluke - that he could make it happen again, and again, and again.&nbsp; He ground the pace of their rocking to a slowing halt - still putting a reckless power into each thrust, but drawing out the time he savored when sliding back out to do it again.&nbsp; Only then did Safira begin to recover some reflection of her senses.<br><br>Reza growled and pounded deep, once, and froze.&nbsp; <br><br>Their breathing intertwined as they gazed at each other - his eyes still hot from the orgasm that boiled within him.&nbsp; He clenched her ass tight against him, denying Safira even an inch to maneuver her wide, curving waist, for if he allowed her to continue her rocking, he would surely come then.&nbsp; Her hips, those glorious hips, thick with muscle, were utterly still, though not for lack of trying.&nbsp; Reza's grip locked her down like a steel brace - he knew she would not be able to help it - he would let her move whatever she pleased, but not her hips.&nbsp; Slowly, Reza emerged from the pool, carrying the girl, still clinging to his body, still planted on his tortured, throbbing cock.&nbsp; <br><br>As he carried her towards one of the stone pillars, Reza's hand reached for one of the wide silk sheets that hung like screen curtains along the inside of the room.&nbsp; He pressed Sefira back against the column, and slowly, arduously, slid his cock out from those still hungry, trembling folds.&nbsp; He stepped back only a foot away, baring a growling smile of gritted teeth at her, staring at her like a predator salivating over a helpless catch, daring Safira to move.&nbsp; His cock still rioted with the desire that he knew she felt as well, but which he could now control.&nbsp; Reza ripped the silk sheet into two long pieces effortlessly with the adrenaline of the moment.&nbsp; Now, he would demand her complete and utter submission.<br><strong><br>"Stand still."</strong> the prince commanded her, his normally smooth, dark voice gone rough, <strong>"And raise your arms high." </strong> He smiled at seeing the princess obey, keeping her back pressed against the column.&nbsp; <strong>"Good girl." </strong>he said, rewarding the girl for her docility.<br><br>He stepped towards her again, and began to wrap the first silken strip around the pillar, knotting it behind on the other side, the width of it crossing the princess' wrists at the peak where her outstretched arms met.&nbsp; He left her hands to claw out at the air, then he walked around behind her.&nbsp; Reza reached for both her ankles, and pulled them out from beneath the girl, letting Safira hang from the soft, yet tight binding around her wrists.&nbsp; The pillar was narrow enough that he could tie the other strip of silk around her ankles on the other side, pulling her thighs back only slightly, leaving her to clench the column behind her between her knees and shins.&nbsp; &nbsp;When everything was bound tightly together, Reza came back around to admire the princess' helpless body, hanging here like some living work of art, suspended in her writhing, drenched, and dripping longing.&nbsp; <br><br>His cock steeled ravenously at the sight, each pulsation almost painful as the prince neared her again.&nbsp; The head of his cock teased her pussy's lips from beneath her, as he smiled and brought it close.&nbsp; He let his hands caress her body, fondling every marvelous curve.&nbsp; Two of Reza's fingers slipped beneath, grazing the dripping folds of her sex, and the tip of his cock, which was silkened with the thin, white sheen of precum.&nbsp; He drew moisture from them both, letting the juices of their desire gather on the tips of them.&nbsp; When his fingertips were so coated with wetness, he brought his hand up, and laid it upon her breast, marking the dark circle of her nipple with the slickness of their mingling nectar - as if this were the final step to the sealing of some magical spell that would bind her to his will forever.<br><br>Finally, he breathed deeply, and - his hand still clutching her breast - Reza began to slip slowly inside of her again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kismet     (Philosoraptor and Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>23-08-2009, 22:28:32</strong>
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				The girl had thought the blinding peak of her climax would have been the end of it, but no, she could feel him still hard and throbbing inside her slick body. And then his growl, she shivered for it, gasping out as he thrust deep into her body, possessing her with that hard thrust. This man could melt her from the inside out with just the touch of his hands, just the feel of him all around her. And the growl had vibrated across her flesh, since his mouth was still sunk within the tender flesh of her neck. As he pulled back their eyes locked and the burning blue of his gaze made her body awake all over again. She had just gone over the edge into more pleasure she ever thought possible and she wanted more? She trembled and whimpered softly, shocked with herself, with him, with all of this. Vaguely she knew that this was wrong, this wild fucking shroud in the mists of the baths, she was suppose to go to a Prince, somewhere far away, to be married. <br><br>Her throat worked and she whimpered again when he forced her hips still. Her eyes fluttered and she shivered, torn inside by the aching lust inside her and the thoughts of how wicked and wrong this was. Her hands came up, clinging to his shoulders as Reza moved from the bath, and the feeling of his cock inside her, throbbing and jolting deeper with each step as he walked made her moan out and slump against him, her muscles still weak from her blinding orgasm. Safira’s body went pliant against the column, the warm stone making her hiss out her breath between her teeth as it touched her hyper sensitive skin; she felt more aware of everything. And then he withdrew and she nearly sobbed for it, about to move after him, her eyes dropping from the commanding gaze of his, to set pleadingly upon the jutting thickness of his cock. But his voice came through the air, expecting her movement and she stilled, nodding, the rough edge to his voice sinking heat into her womb again and her pussy throbbed for his voice. <br><br>Her throat worked and she nodded at his next order, her hands lifting above her head, the action bringing her already pert breasts upward, proud and full with the aching hardness of her nipples to peak them. “Good girl.” She could have climaxed again just from those words and she pressed her legs together, feeling her desire leaking from her swollen nether lips. Safira’s emerald eyes fixed on him, watching him with a wide eyed stare as he approached her with the torn silk strips. What was he doing? And then she had her answer as he bound her wrists, her breath speeding up with it, the feel of the silk wrapped around her flesh just adding to her arousal as she squirmed against the column. She was aching for him to fill her again, for that wonderful, stretching friction within the tight cavern of her pussy. Her body rose up, on tiptoes almost as he tied her hands, leading her body open completely to his touch and sight.&nbsp; A blush flamed on her cheeks and edged lower, though with the golden gleams of her body in the mist that surrounded them it was not easily seeable, she hoped. <br><br>A gasp of shock came from her lips as he bound back her ankles as well, leaving her completely helpless. She could feel the clenching need of her pussy, and her inner thighs glistened with the proof of her need as she withered slightly in her bonds. He must be some sort of mage, using magic to make her body respond like this, to crave his touches, to love the bindings she found herself in. To love the look in his eyes as he caressed her with them, to ache for the feel of his cock inside her pussy again. His hands touched her then, his cock teasing at her dripping folds as his fingers mapped her body, touching her, learning her body in the most intimate manner. She let out a cry of pleasure as his fingers sank into her body, teasing her up, quickly soaked with the mingling of their juices. When he withdrew her hand she whimpered and tugged on her bonds, straining to get free, but truly helpless as he toyed with her. Her heart was racing and her whole body was one flame of need, of blinding desire for him and him alone. The feel of his fingers, smearing their wet arousal on her breast made her moan and she rubbed into the touch, the feel of it against her hardened nipple and hyper sensitive breast driving her insane. <br><br>When he finally moved, entering her again she moaned sweet and long, her body withering in eager delight to accept him into the spasming tightness of her pussy. “Oh….heavens….please…oh please” she begged, shameless in her need, wishing she had his name to beg all the better. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kismet     (Philosoraptor and Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Philosoraptor</strong> on <strong>25-08-2009, 03:05:54</strong>
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				Reza's body shook, intoxicated with the vanilla scent of the princess' skin as he cast the length of his shaft up into the dripping sex of the woman bound before him, all her muscles useless to resist, or even to steady her body's own convulsions.&nbsp; The prince's hands grasped her waist, almost clawing into the pliant skin, leaving shallow pink marks on her golden skin, branding her with the fiery abandon of his lust.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"My name is Reza Khayrat."</strong> he whispered into the princess' ear, <strong>"That I let you call me by my name when you stand naked before me is my gift to you, for at all other times, you will call me 'Master'.&nbsp; Pray you do not take my generosity for granted."</strong> he commanded as he let his cock slide down again, drawing another pleading whimper from his princess, begging him for more.&nbsp; But Reza took his time, ignoring her near-sobs of supplication, for he'd lost himself now to a possessive craving that was far more primitive in its carnal domination.&nbsp; Safira belonged to him now.&nbsp; The throes of her spasming, aching pussy were his.&nbsp; The quivering muscles of her dark honey thighs, the curling of her hands into fists above their silken manacles, were his.&nbsp; The generous abundance of those olive-tan breasts, bouncing in hypnotic recklessness with each upwards thrust of his cock, nipples darkening as they drew harder, it was all his.&nbsp; And so he devoured her, ravaged her without a second thought towards anything but the sweet warmth that thrilled in tightening waves of flesh of around the head of his cock.<br><br>The prince's skin, his shoulders and arms, streamed rivers of sweat and steam that ran down from his chest, through the twin canyons that framed a V where the torso met his yearning loins, and trickled to the floor from the base of his hanging sack.&nbsp; His buttocks glistened with the moisture of piston muscles that could only pump faster.&nbsp; Reza's passion was animalistic - he rammed, filled her - again, and again, and again, - growling with ferocious elation.&nbsp; His hands could no longer keep still.&nbsp; They ran wildly, fingers trembling over every inch of her skin, grasping without purpose, only to leave a moment later to explore another part of her.&nbsp; Safira hung from her fastenings, her body bouncing violently with each thrust.&nbsp; Again, and yet again.&nbsp; <br><br>He could feel it return now - the sweet pressure he had left to simmer when he'd paused to fasten her to the pillar - it began to boil again, not just at the base of his cock, but also in his thighs, and his soaking balls.&nbsp; There would be no stopping it this time.&nbsp; It neared ever closer, like a river flood rushing down a mountain in the distance, its waters rising higher with each desperate thrust, swelling over the banks, bursting through the dams erected in a futile attempt to control its natural path.&nbsp; <br><br>Reza rammed his cock upwards frantically, his balls thumping against the inner curve of her ass, flesh slapping against dripping flesh.&nbsp; The prince moaned in ecstasy, trying uselessly to muffle an irrepressible roar against the girl's neck, as he came into her, releasing hot, rioting sperm that slicked like thick, silky oil down his head and shaft as he pumped into her again for nearly half a minute, spending every ounce of his orgasm.&nbsp; The thick white cream of his spent, still throbbing cock, clung in viscous, dripping threads from the petals of her sex, blotting the melange of fluids that had gathered at the base of the pillar.&nbsp; Reza's muscles shuddered stiffly as he clung to Safira's body, their heartbeats struggling to slow, their deep, quickened breaths still catching up to the descent of climax.&nbsp; <br><br>Only one brazier remained aflame, casting orange light upon the drenched and scattered chaos of the scandalous scene.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kismet     (Philosoraptor and Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>25-08-2009, 06:26:46</strong>
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				She gasped for him as his nails raked over her skin, marking her with shallow lines of pink flesh, her skin protesting his slightly painful touch even as she trembled to hear his voice growl to her, deep and intense in her ear. Reza Khayrat….she rolled the name over in her mind, shivering at the words that followed his name. His gift, her Master. Yes, yes that was right, he had complete mastery over her body, utter control and she felt her body weep for it even as her head nodded with her eager submission to his order. His. When Reza slid his cock from her body she whimpered and tried to squirm, taking him back to her, but he merely teased her, wringing from her the nearly pain filled sobs, for her body throbbed like a living thing of its own and she felt like she might go well mad if he didn’t take her, if he didn’t fill her and possess her in the way he had already. She would never be the same for this evening, never the same after his touch. <br><br>Safira struggled against her bonds, her body withering with her wanton need of his shaft within the slick tight depths of her body and she pleaded with her eyes and the breathless chorus of sounds that fell from her lips, she was beyond words now, left only with instinctively responses, responses that were surrendering her to him, begging him for more. She would do anything for him in that moment, just to fill him insid eher body again, her back arched and full breasts swaying with the movements of her body. He filled her and she cried out in pleasure, head arched back, the silk of her raven black hair slithering against her back and adding to the sensations coursing through her body. She could feel the burn in her arms from being strung up for him, the soreness in her wrists, a soft pain that mixed with the pleasure within her body and just sent her higher, deeper into her arousal. She needed this, him, she had been born to experience just this moment. <br><br>The man before her was like a god as he took her body, as he thrust deep into her, so hard and deep, and took her, to her soul, her heart. Safira felt all that she was give into him and she knew she would never want it back as he fucked her with all the wild abandon of a beast in heat. She withered, caught, wild, in the tempest of their passions, bound to the stone column with him using her as he would and she screamed, over and over she screamed as his hard thrusts and skilled hands took her over the edge and then held her there, how many climaxes ripped through her young body she did not know, only that it seemed never to end. <br><br>She moaned, feeling his cock thrust deep into her, so deep it felt like he hit her womb and then the slap of his balls against her, the sound of his own pleasure cresting through him, and against her skin it was released, sending a shiver through her that set off a smaller climax, but one all the same as her toes curls and hands clenched and then she was spent, completely, slumped in her silken bonds and panting heavily, eyes shut and hair matted to her back with the steam and sweat that poured from her thoroughly used body. She hung from her bind and Reza, Master, hung to her, their breasts matched and hearts thundering as she tried to recover herself. Yet to feel his heart, to have him so close and to inhale the heady scent of his masculine musk made her heart clench and she made a soft mewling sound of pleasure as she recovered herself and nuzzled his neck. Her tongue lapped out and she moaned to taste the mixture of the salt of his skin and the sweat from his exertions. <strong>“Reza….Master….”</strong> she breathed the words out, her emerald eyes heavily lidded. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kismet     (Philosoraptor and Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Philosoraptor</strong> on <strong>27-08-2009, 03:08:59</strong>
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				It might have been minutes before the prince came down from his delirium, and the rest of the chamber shifted back into focus.&nbsp; The throbs of his cock resonated along to the beat of his heart, still hard, but its hunger for flesh sated.&nbsp; Reza took a shaky step backwards, uncertain if he could keep his footing between the trembling of his burning muscles, and the slickness of the floor.&nbsp; He was loath to pry his hands off of his princess' skin, afraid she might turn away from him after the realization of what they had just done finally dawned on her.&nbsp; The girl looked sublime as she hung from her fixture, drenched in sweat, and steam, and cum.&nbsp; The thief had to resist the urge to throw himself at her again.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"But that we had more time, my flower."</strong> he lamented as he passed by her, making his way towards the pile of clothes he'd left at the edge of the room.&nbsp; <strong>"You might hang there until sunrise."</strong> Reza joked with a playful smirk, bending down to pick up his belongings, and meandering back to the pillar.&nbsp; The thief unsheathed his saber and cut the woman's silk bindings with a slow, vertical slice that ground along the rough stone edge of the column.&nbsp; Safira came down from it, managing only a pitiful attempt to stand on her own for a few seconds, before her knees - so weakened by the cluster of orgasms she had endured - gave out.&nbsp; She crumpled to the floor like a young fawn, catching herself with her hands, kneeling in humiliation as Reza finished tying the catch of his pants around his waist, and threw his snakeskin vest back on his body.&nbsp; When he was finished, he walked over to the princess with a warm smile, and extended his hand to her.<br><br><strong>"Come on, let's leave this place."</strong> he commanded, his tone becoming lighter, a dark, smooth voice that entwined the rhythm of the noble diplomat, with the charisma of the street-smart rapscallion.&nbsp; It seemed friendlier now that the beastial instinct that had overtaken him before began to wane - though it was sure to surface again, as it did with any man.<br><br>More than help her stand, Reza took the girl on his back with one fluid motion, hoisting her slicked, naked body top him.&nbsp; Her smooth, fragile arms cradled his neck, and the thief gripped the inside of the princess' knees to old her steady as he walked.&nbsp; The warmth of her mound and that cushion of dark curls, now matted with sweat, pressed against him below the back of the vest, as the dripping juices of her pussy trickled down between his buttocks.&nbsp; Reza carried her back to the small antechamber where he'd seen her enter before, but realized it was his horrible - yet fortunate - sense of direction that had gotten him here in the first place.<br><strong><br>"Care to point the way for me, my love?"</strong> asked the thief, turning his head sideways to steal a kiss against Safira's flushed cheeks.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kismet     (Philosoraptor and Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>28-08-2009, 19:26:07</strong>
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				Safira stirred slowly, weakly, her breath panting and her eyelids felt heavy with exhaustion. Her arms strained slightly in her hold and she felt a touch of pain enter, she had withered too hard, pulled too hard on her bonds, yet it only made the lingering aches of pleasure and lust all the better to relish. Her lashes fluttered open and she inhaled deep and slow, trying to regain herself as Reza moved away from her. Her emerald eyes were bright, gems in the steam of the bath chamber as he neared her with the unsheathed blade. Part of her wondered dimly if she should fear him, would he kill her now that he had used her? But no, she did not sense that darkness, that lack of humanity in him and she was grateful when he cut her free. Her legs tried to hold her, but they gave out and she fell to the floor, braced on her hands and knees as her body shook with the aftershocks of pleasure. <br><br>Her head lifted slowly, the heavy mass of her damn hair matted to her skin, raven locks against the unblemished gold of her skin, and she watched him dress. He truly was a prince among men, she had seen male bodies, had caught glimpses before, and the whispers of the other women, and he, he was like a young god come to life. Even as she became more aware of her surroundings and herself, as she realized just what this evening might cost her in the end, she could not regret it and the smile on his lips warmed her so thoroughly that she banished her fears from her mind and gave him her hand willing.&nbsp; <br><br>The girls body curled around his back, her arms locking over his shoulders as she wrapped herself around him, sighing happily as she laid her head against the slope of his shoulder and neck, her eyes fluttering half shut again as she took in his voice and scent, surrounding herself in him. It was reassuring, to be held, to have his presence surround hers and she felt utterly safe in that moment, regardless of the fact that this man had just taken her innocence and tied her to a pillar. A flush touched her cheeks as she admitted to herself she had enjoyed those things most likely more then she should have, but she would not think upon that now <em>No, there will be plenty of time to regret what has passed, for now I will cherish it…</em> <br><br>As Reza moved forward she shifted on his back, letting out a soft sound, for her body still felt sensitive and responsive to any movements. Her arms tightened to cling to him and she nuzzled his neck, all but mewling in contentment when he kissed her cheek softly. <strong>“Go straight, past the first three doorways, and then turn left. A short hall and then a large gold and green door, that is my room.” </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kismet     (Philosoraptor and Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Philosoraptor</strong> on <strong>31-08-2009, 20:27:16</strong>
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				<strong>"Mm."</strong> The prince affirmed, acknowledging Safira's instructions, <strong>"You just hang tight." </strong><br><br>He stepped through the silken screens of the bath chamber, and out, once again, into the corridors of the palace.&nbsp; With her guidance, he could step surely, and Reza seemed nearly unaffected by the weight of the princess on his back, though his muscles were beginning to sore with a sweet kind of pain, the kind of sticky soreness that would follow a person throughout the day, recalling images charged with the intensity of night before.&nbsp; The sensation was familiar to him, but it would be yet another lesson for the now awakened woman.&nbsp; Walking through the hall, he could feel the woman's muscles still twitching in short little shivers, as the slickness of her mound rubbed against his back with each bounce of his step, sending light, teasing pulses of pleasure through her exhausted body.&nbsp; Finally, he reached the door, which had been left slightly open, and passed through, turning back to close it behind him.&nbsp; <br><br>The room was impressively decorated, though he could hardly see it, as the only light was that of the moon and stars coming in through the open keyhole-shaped window (<em>"An exit, good."</em>).&nbsp; The cool, desert breeze invited itself in, billowing layers of sheer, silk curtains and stirring up the sweet incense smell of the princess' chamber.&nbsp; Reza turned towards the bed, feeling a sudden warm plushness beneath his feet, a thick carpet that offered a welcoming comfort from the roughness of the palace's stone floors.&nbsp; He let Safira down from his back, and had her back in his arms only seconds after her feet found balance on the ground.&nbsp; The prince laid her on the bed, watching her sink into its soft embrace, the sheets playing sensually against her body.&nbsp; He stood there for several moments, simply watching the movements of her body as it finally allowed itself to release its last ounces of tension.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"You're very beautiful, you know." </strong>said the prince, with an unguarded tone of honesty, as he put one knee on the bed, sitting beside her, just close enough to stroke his fingers through her long, raven hair.&nbsp; Reza's hand began to move down, caressing past her neck and shoulder, moving to run atop the pliant flesh of those proud, perfect breasts.&nbsp; His cock stirred with the touch, hardening with desire, though not need, and he shifted slightly to hide it, perhaps afraid it might frighten the woman now that the moment had passed.&nbsp; The virgin girl had, after all, endured the turbulence of his passion beyond all reasonable expectations.&nbsp; <br><br><strong> "Some men would give a kingdom just to have you."</strong> Reza continued, breaking into a light laugh.&nbsp; <strong>"I guess that makes me a thief of the highest order.&nbsp; I should hope you think no less of me for it."</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kismet     (Philosoraptor and Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>31-08-2009, 23:23:00</strong>
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				The princess nodded, sighing as she wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders and just focused on him, on the scent of him, the strength of his body beneath hers as she felt him stride forward through her home. Her body felt loosen, achy, yet the slight soreness was so incredibly intimate and languid. A yawn parted her lips and she shifted on his back, pressing closer to him. Reza, that was the name of this man, of her lover. Her Master? She would have to think on that, the rule he had given her, only to call him by his name when devoid of clothing. A sigh parted her lips as they entered her room and she blinked, feeling the wind move through her rooms. Wind, it had been so long. <br><br>She shifted on his back, glancing around her large bedroom, wondering what he thought of her rooms, though his face did not give away much. As she slipped from his back her feet sank into the plush of the carpets and she wavered on her feet, still a little light headed from both the pleasure and the exertions of their bodies. Yet his arms were around her again, holding her close and she sighed happily, leaning into his hold as he took her to the bed. The girl shifted on her bed, squirming on the mattress to get more comfortable, her curvy body sinking into the silks of her sheets. Safira stretched out her arms and legs, like a cat stretching itself out from a nap, tensing and releasing her muscles before another yawn parted her lips and she relaxed completely against the sheets, her arms loose at her sides, legs curled together as she looked up at him. She felt completely bone limb, with no urge to move anytime soon, the caress of the silks and satins of her bed clothes soft as a whisper against her flesh. It felt divine. <br><br>His compliment drew her mind to him and she blushed softly as he sat on her bed, his fingers working through her long cascade of hair. Her cheeks were pink, but the bright green of her eyes did not move away from his handsome face. When his hand shifted from her hair to her skin again, brushing against her breasts her breath caught and she shifted on the bed, trying to press into that touch. She craved more of his touch already, though her body was spent. Her toes curled, body clenching inside at the look in his eyes, the attraction he felt for her was visible and she was left in awe from it. His words drew a soft frown to her brow and she shook her head, catching his hand back with her own, pulling it to cup one of her full breasts. <br><br><strong>“You did not steal anything, though a thief of the highest order you may be, but you can not steal what is freely given.” </strong>Her cheeks touched darker, and her gaze left his face for a moment as she nervously wet her lips. <strong>“I gave myself to you, give myself to you Reza…a princess’s word once given is binding to death no? I rather think the world of you….”</strong> she breathed the last, shifting on the bed, slightly nervous for baring herself so with her words, yet he had taken all from her body. <strong>“Stay with me? For just a little while longer?”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kismet     (Philosoraptor and Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Philosoraptor</strong> on <strong>02-09-2009, 04:56:12</strong>
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				The feel of Safira's hand on his, guiding it to the stirring flesh of her nipple, allowing it to settle on her breast, was an incomparable comfort.&nbsp; She wanted him, Reza thought, without question, for the decision had been made in a far more lucid moment than before; her words carried a noble honesty that did not open itself to question.&nbsp; Whatever consequences might come, she had given herself to her prince this night, exonerating his burglar's guilt.&nbsp; The flower he had plucked was his to keep.&nbsp; And though he knew lingering too much longer would only multiply the danger, he could find neither reason nor will to refuse her.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Of course."</strong> he reassured the princess, <strong>"I'll stay as long as you desire."</strong><br><br>Reza moved in close to her, laying on the bed beside Safira, his lips kissing at the side of her smile as he moved one leg across her thighs.&nbsp; He embraced her tightly, enjoying the dull sensation of pleasure that pulsed through him as he pressed his groin against the side of her thigh with a low, satisfied moan.&nbsp; Though the prince aimed to be considerate, not forcing Safira to expend herself more than she already had, he could not pass up the chance to remind her that he could yet enjoy more, if she would have it.&nbsp; <br><br>He could spend hours there, doing nothing but admiring her serene beauty, watching her drift into sleep, adoring each little gratified moan that emanated from that precious neck.&nbsp; Even in the moonlight, the sandy-bronze of her skin seemed to glow before him.&nbsp; A meandering hand explored the curves of her body with a mind of its own as his warm breath fell upon her neck in the silence of the room.&nbsp; It circled her nipples, and squeezed lightly on her breasts and and waist, then lightly scratching down the side of her shoulder, fingertips grazing down her arms, and running lower past the side of her abs.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Tell me something about yourself."</strong> Reza said to her, more a request than a command.&nbsp; His fingertips had moved up from her thighs now, and had disappeared into the soft, dark mound of curls just below her waist, and were gently massaging into the seldom-touched skin.&nbsp; <strong>"What do you like to do when your father's goons leave you alone?&nbsp; Do you see many people?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kismet     (Philosoraptor and Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>02-09-2009, 20:19:21</strong>
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				It felt so completely right to have his hands upon her, to feel his hand cup her breast, to feel him all around her. Safira knew he would leave, this Prince of Thieves would vanish into the night soon, and reality would come crashing down upon her head. She knew well how her father was likely to respond, but she did not let herself think upon it for the moment. No, for now Reza was still with her. If he truly meant his words she could keep him with her for more then just this one night, but she had no right to demand that from him, besides, it would mean his life come morning. So one night, and this one night of stolen ardor before a loveless marriage, before being sold for her father’s gain, yes, that would be all this evening could ever be and she would cherish it to her. <br><br>The male slipped into her bed and she pressed closer to him, trembling softly at the feeling of his masculine body all around her, of his body plush against his, holding her tightly. I wish..I could always be held like this….the princess confessed to herself, nuzzling in against his neck, inhaling his scent again, feeling his body hard and insistent against her thigh, the sound coming from his lips sparking the flames inside her all over again. A soft whimper worked her throat and she squirmed in his hold, hoping to arouse him further, though soft gasps and mewls of pleasure came just from the way he touched her, learning her, exploring her, her own hands pressed against the hard planes of his chest. <br><br>His skin was so warm, satin over muscle and she wanted to explore it all if she could, yet for the moment she held still, enjoying the feeling of his hand upon her. When he teased her breasts again she gave a soft moan, her eyes fluttering shut as the aching need inside her body roused again. When his nails trailed down her body she shivered and arched into him, eager for more. His words slipped into the haze he had enveloped her in once again and she blinked, trying to think. Yet then his fingers slipped into her most intimate curls, teasing and soft, driving another whimper of need from her lips she squirmed her hips, trying to press closer, to move his fingers into the depths of her body, eager for that touch but subsiding with a deep breath. <br><br><strong>“No, I see only the women of his harem…they have little spirit, broken by his whims he does not like or approve of strong women. I am not to speak before him or any man…”</strong> she trailed off, blushing, realizing she was breaking that order, given seven years ago upon her thirteenth birthday. <strong>“I like to swim, in the deeper baths, or to work in the gardens sometimes with my hands, but nothing really grows here.” </strong>Her lashes fluttered down and she sighed, feeling her loneliness, her uselessness pressing in around her again. She would be merely a sex toy to her husband, not that she knew much of anything about sex, outside of the wonder of what Reza had done. Yet she did not think it would be anything similar, instinctively she knew just how wonderous and rare their coupling had been. <br><br><strong>“I have no purpose, no use other then the upcoming marriage my father has arranged.” </strong>bitterness showed in her tone as she spoke of it. <strong>“I have been sold to one of his supporters, to leave in five days time and become his third wife.”</strong> And that spoke much for how little she meant to her father, to be someone’s third wife rather then first, to not demand such honor for his daughter was odd, but then the sultan had decided to wash his hands of her completely, she was of no use to him. Safira turned her head, hiding it against her pillow, away from Reza, it burned inside her heart, that she was so unwanted by her father. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kismet     (Philosoraptor and Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Philosoraptor</strong> on <strong>03-09-2009, 06:31:44</strong>
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				The prince tried to conceal a sympathetic sigh as the young woman spoke; from the outside, he had not imagined her life was so lamentable.&nbsp; He had heard of this man though, the one she had been set to marry, Fatin Pasha of the High-lands, though this was the first word he'd heard of the plan.&nbsp; He had always been something of an ally of Reza, though the Pasha was always careful never to move directly against the Emperor - now he knew why.&nbsp; This marriage to the Emperor's daughter, arranged as it was with the Emperor's permission, would be a betrayal to the Crescent-light Pact, but the Pasha must have expected a backlash from his comrades.&nbsp; Why else would there have been such secrecy around it all?&nbsp; Either way, what he and the princess had done tonight was sure to change everything, ripples of cause and effect that would reach places far from this dark, quiet bedroom.&nbsp; He would have to speak with Halim about it all later.&nbsp; For now, he could think only of the woman beside him.&nbsp; <br><br>Reza's fingers slipped down through her curls, down past the falling curve of her pound, to curiously sample the folds of the girl's pussy.&nbsp; Wet.&nbsp; Gods, still so wet, still so wanting, though she struggled to hide it, perhaps ashamed of her own body's desire as she told him of her father's intentions.&nbsp; <br><strong><br>"Enough, my love."</strong> he commanded soothingly as he got to his knees, and crossed one leg over her.&nbsp; Reza straddled Safira's waist as he leaned forward, one hand on the side of her breast, the other moving to stroke the princess' hair.&nbsp; <strong>"Speak no more of him.&nbsp; Of either of them."</strong> he said softly past her cheek, as he kissed her, and his knees drew back, lowering his body on top of hers.&nbsp; The head of his cock teased against her wet lips, the bulge of its sensitive flesh exposed from its skin, taking in every trace of sensation, though it did not linger there.&nbsp; Reza thrust slowly into her&nbsp; sex without much showmanship, wanting only to share in the simple pleasure of the moment with Safira.&nbsp; He wanted their minds to be on each other, not on the act itself, even though the slow, sweet pleasure of her tight, dripping warmth was rapturous.<br><br><strong>"I want to know more about what pleases you, instead."</strong> Reza whispered, followed by a short, involuntary moan of contentment as he ground slowly into her again.&nbsp; <strong>"Imagine that you're walking through the garden of your dreams, and anything your heart desires will bloom there.&nbsp; What would you grow?&nbsp; What would it look like?"&nbsp; </strong><br><br>The prince let the question sink in as he reached his hands beneath her, and set them at her shoulders.&nbsp; Reza went quiet, letting his mouth kiss and suckle at the base of her neck, wanting to drink in every humming vibration as she spoke to him through her soft moans.&nbsp; He drove into her pussy like a languid tide, in long strokes that let the head of his cock feel the tightness of her entrance as he parted the front-most rim of her pussy with every thrust.&nbsp; The prince savored her from tip to shaft, letting those throbbing lips kiss their wetness against the base of his balls as the plushness of the bed gave in to his pressure.&nbsp; The smooth caress of one of the silk blankets enveloped them.&nbsp; Reza wrapped the sheet above their writhing bodies, and slipped his hand down to squeeze softly behind of the curve below her waist.&nbsp; He could have stayed there for an eternity.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kismet     (Philosoraptor and Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>04-09-2009, 07:30:20</strong>
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				A gasp parted her lips and she trembled against him, feeling his fingers invade into her body, stealing away thought with that slow caress that made her whimper for him. Her cheeks burned with her blush, but his touch only made her dampen further for him. Her pussy felt as if it were aching again, which surprised her, she should be sated, thoroughly, after his taking of her body in the bathes. But she desired him, ached for him. And she would not deny him this. <em>One night</em>, she told herself even as he spoke, her eyes fluttering open to fix on him, turning from hiding against the pillow as he slipped over her body, <em>one night of magic and love before a lifetime of duty and solitude.</em> <br><br>He was so handsome, her eyes drank him in, clinging to his intense eyes, her body all but purring for him as he touched her, caressed her softly. His order as he pressed closer to her got a simple nod, she did not want to think of her marriage, of her father, of anything but Reza. But her Master. <br><br><strong>“Yes Master….” </strong>she whispered the words, just to say them once, just to give them to him, and to keep them to herself. Spoken outloud made it all the more real. Memories to cling to. Her lips parted for his, sweet and pliant as she gave of herself, feeling his body above hers, his cock brushing at her core again, already hard once again. She wasn’t sure how they could be so ready for more already, but she desired it and so she relaxed and let him take her, a low, sweet moan parting her lips as she savored the feeling of him so deep inside her. He surrounded her, he possessed her, knew her. For once it was Safira, not the princess, that someone wanted, and to him she would give anything and everything that she could. <br><br>It took several moments in the semi silence of their slow mating of bodies that for his question to process in her desire hazed mind. She shifted beneath him, lifting her hips slightly up into him, undulating her body into him just as she did when dancing. It was a natural, sinuous movement. His arms held her to him and she cherished that, though the feeling of his mouth teasing her neck made her thoughts come in spurts and bits, hard to focus completely as she melted into desire and need for him. Finally his thrusts became adjusted to, and she could think around the pleasure he gave her as easily as he seemed to breath, his cock driving into her in a slow pace, and withdrawing, like the flow of waves. Yes, he was like the ocean to her bare, arid life. And for this one night the princess would blossom into the flower she had all the promise to be. <br><br><strong>“Green…green everywhere, all sorts of plants, trees. More then I have seen, lush and verdant. And water, water falls and bathing pools, greens like emeralds and blues like sapphires, pure and natural. Orchids and other flowers, scents to linger in the air….that would be my paradise. Water sooths me, it calls to me, smooth and flowing, just like dancing.” </strong>She shifted her hips, rolling them with a dancing trick, that was one thing that was sensual that she did know. She could bring him pleasure with it, she hoped. <strong>“What pleases you?”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kismet     (Philosoraptor and Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Philosoraptor</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 08:51:27</strong>
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				Reza could not help but imagine himself with her in that paradise that blossomed in their imaginations with every word she spoke.&nbsp; To hold her close in the hot mist of the overgrowth, to let their love mingle among a torrent of flourishing life - what prayers he would say just to make her wishes true, to take her away from this dreadful place, if only to spite the traitorous man she had been so foolishly gifted to.&nbsp; The tactician within him wondered just what other precious rarities this thick-headed emperor might take for granted.&nbsp; <br><br>A sudden tremble twitched through Reza's body as the sensation of the princess' little twirling of her hips buzzed through him.&nbsp; He gasped audibly, revealing a kind of weakness he had not expected to experience.&nbsp; The soft kisses against her neck began to tingle with the soft pain of his teeth grazing lightly for a moment as he regained control of himself.&nbsp; But sure enough, that quick little undulation came again - a trick she'd surely picked up watching some exotic dancer, perhaps even unaware of just how much sexuality was ingrained into each of those movements.&nbsp; He moaned slightly with each undulation, feeling the flesh of her inner sex tighten around his shaft in rhythmic waves.&nbsp; For a second, perhaps out of instinct, Reza worried that he might not last too long if she kept this up, but he did not seem to feel the same pressure to perform for this woman.&nbsp; There was only this tender moment that they now shared.<br><br><strong>"Me?"</strong> he echoed, returning to the reality of their coupling, though the conversation was continuously interrupted by those sudden tingling moments of sexual delirium.&nbsp; "I've always been a wanderer.&nbsp; I'm not so hard to please." Reza said, with a small laugh that turned into gasp without warning.&nbsp; He groaned, and smiled again as he drove his hardened flesh into her.&nbsp; <strong>"It was fate that gave me the life I have now.&nbsp; And I suspect it's what brought you to me tonight.&nbsp; I could've come any other night, through any other opening, taken any other&nbsp; path.&nbsp; You might not have wandered to the baths, we may have never met at all, princess."</strong>&nbsp; He caressed through her hair as he spoke, feeling the heat building at the base of his spine once more.&nbsp; "Tonight is more than just coincidence."<br><br>A dewy sheen of sweat began to slick the touch of their skin, and cast a slightly darkened shade on the sheets beneath and above their wriggling bodies.&nbsp; He moved into her faster, unable to help himself, sliding inside with a motion that rocked his entire body forward.&nbsp; His hands clutched into the young woman's skin as a delightful madness swept over him, and he began to part her flesh in soft, racing pounds against her pussy.&nbsp; The head of his cock struck upwards as Reza arched his back and started to groan louder with each plunge into the tight embrace that lay between her blissfully wet lips.&nbsp; <br><br>He needed to come, and she brought him closer with every flick of her hips, igniting him like embers of flame on ready tinder, coaxing him closer, begging him to release himself into her once more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kismet     (Philosoraptor and Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>11-09-2009, 08:12:13</strong>
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				He took her to another world, created one, just for the two of them as they lay upon her bed, their bodies slowly coming together in the most perfect moment she could have never imagined before him. He reacted well to her hips, and she smiled to herself, pleased that she was able to give him something, to give him all that she could. She had the feeling that he would be the only man she could ever give to in such sweet abandon and she promised to cherish every moment of it. His body was strong and powerful as he moved above her, the sweat slicking his body mingling with the same upon her own skin. He made her burn out from the inside. She felt like a star brought into radiance as she moaned softly for him, her hips moving again to earn the answering sound from him as well. <br><br>It was so incredibly intimate and romantic, to lay, to intertwined and mated, male to female, one to another, and to speak, to share of each other. Safira let out a sound of delight when he grazed her neck with his teeth, enjoying the feel of it, the pain that mixed so perfectly with her pleasure and left her unaware of where one ended and the other began. His words made her body hum with delight, she would learn everything that he liked most then, if he was easy to please then she would simply give all that she could to this moment and maybe leave a imprint of herself, so he would remember her. <br><br><strong>“I am grateful for it…for fate….for bringing you to me for this night…”</strong> her eyes fluttered shut for she did not trust them to hide her fears, her aching longing to know that this could be more then just a dream. That it would go beyond this one night. But one stolen night of passion was worth all that it would cost you and she rocked herself up into him, moaning out in delight as he played with her hair. Their bodies were tangled together and the feel of his hands clenching tighter on her skin made her gasp and wither in delight as she squirmed beneath the press of his body. <strong>“Re…za…..oh……heavens….” </strong>she panted out as he began to move faster, to deep and thick around her slick depths. She felt no pain, merely pleasure as their pace quickened, as he pistoned into her and possessed her completely. She whimpered and clenching the bed sheets beneath her, so close to her edge she could taste it on her tongue and she plead without words for that release, for the same sweet rapture he had given her once before. Suddenly his cock hit just the right spot and she arched up into him, coming apart like a wild thing that convulsed in his arm with a scream of pleasure that nothing could mask or diminish. <br><br>Her body tightened down around him, all while gushing and squirting with the proof of her climax as she shook with it, wave after wave crashing through her as Reza moved deeper and harder into her, riding her through the glorious heights of blissful passion. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kismet     (Philosoraptor and Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Philosoraptor</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 05:45:24</strong>
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				Reza's cock slid into her faster than even he'd prepared for as the sudden slickness of her flesh was renewed by the gushing of her climax.&nbsp; The princess' hot, orgasmic juices ran out past his cock as he gasped aloud, and the thick fluid dripped down his throbbing balls into a damp puddle that was forming just below the spasming muscles of her ass and pussy.&nbsp; He had been on the brink of his own release, and could contain it no longer, so he pumped into her faster rippling through the inside of her sex as she came, causing her orgasm to leak out in short spurts, intermingled with the creamy white of his own secretions.&nbsp; There was a low, prolonged groan as he came, and the involuntary curling of his grip into skin of Safira's shoulder and buttocks left white hand-print marks on her body that would hopefully be gone by sunrise.&nbsp; The explosiveness of the girl's orgasm sent Reza's mind to another level of passion, and his lips all but assaulted her delicate face with a flurry of dark kisses, even through his undulating moans, as he pumped out the last drop of ecstasy from his cock.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Yes...Ahh..."</strong> he let out a final satisfied hiss as his muscles buckled beneath him, leaving his body to press down on Safira like a heavy blanket of warm, throbbing muscle.&nbsp; Reza's balls dipped into the small pool of fluids that had gathered beneath their sexes, and drenched with their nectars once again, while his cock still palpitated inside her, slowly receding as the blood returned back into Reza's exhausted body.&nbsp; The act had drained them both of their energy, though it seemed the exertion had taken the princess much further, and it seemed she had but a few more waking minutes left inside her, if that.&nbsp; The prince nuzzled at her cheek as her deep green eyes fluttered closer to sleep in that sweating darkness.&nbsp; &nbsp;The night wind fluttered the curtains at her window, cooling the sweat on their bodies, letting the silver moonlight dance upon their glistening, olive skin.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"You should sleep, my love.&nbsp; Tell no one about this night, and I will promise you a thousand more."</strong> he whispered into her ear, unsure if she would even hear it as she drifted away.&nbsp; Reza could no longer imagine a future where he did not come back for her, where he could even fathom being without that innocent smile, those vibrant eyes so willing to please, the full-fleshed dancer's hips and curving breasts.&nbsp; They would try to warn him, no doubt, but logic had played little part in this decision.&nbsp; She would be hers, and no one else's, the prince decided, and he knew that no rationalization could talk him out of it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kismet     (Philosoraptor and Wistful Dream)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 23:19:04</strong>
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				She gasped for him, so beyond thought and anything but him as her orgasm rode through her body, her supple young figure withering madly beneath the prince as he took her and clenched his hands to tightly around her. The hard tight holds on her shoulder and ass sank into her, imprints, searing into her mind as well as her body and she knew she would never forget how this man felt, how it felt to be held by him. Slowly she came down from the dizzying heights of passion he had sent her too, panting for air through the full lush lips that he had made swollen with his passionate kisses. Her whole body throbbed and ached in ways she had never imagined or known before. Reza had shown a world completely unlike she could have ever comprehended before his touch. Her body clenched down around him, holding him tight within in for those lingering moments of awareness after the pleasure crashing through her body softened and gradually stilled. Safira still wasn't sure her body was her own though, in a way it felt more like it belonged to Reza. <br><br>When her prince nuzzled her cheek a soft twitch of her lips came, trying to smile even as her limbs went limp, lax, sinking beneath the welcoming embrace of slumber slowly. He was all around her, in her, surrounding her and she drank it in, cherishing the feel of him, the press of his muscular body against and above her softer one, the slickness of his body after their passions, the sound of his heart and his panting breathes, his scent seared into her senses. Safira shivered to feel the wind sweep over her body, shifting further into him, to his warmth and protection even as her lashes fluttered shut and she released a happy sigh as her body relaxed utterly. <strong>"Yes Master Reza...."</strong> the princess murmured sleepily, adoration and delight mixed in the exhaustion slurred words. To herself she hugged his promise for more nights like this, a thousand more nights with her Prince of Thieves, yes, that was a nice dream to cling to, for she feared the morning. <br><br>The princess's body was limp and supine beneath his, her breathing deep and even; the cascade of her dark hair a halo mused around her head as she lay sleeping, worn from his through use of her eager young body. 
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