The Ally of My Enemy  (Taino & Davikk)
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				Title: <strong>The Ally of My Enemy  (Taino &amp; Davikk)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Davikk</strong> on <strong>05-01-2011, 02:57:12</strong>
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				“M’lady,” the boy was young, barely old enough to begin shaving.&nbsp; He wore a sword on his hip, but as he’d entered the hall, she could see that he was not used to wearing it.&nbsp; It swung clumsily, and more than once, he almost tripped as it swung between his legs.&nbsp; &nbsp;He wore a black and gold surcoat over a suit of ill fitting chain mail, and his brown hair had been cut close to his skull. <br><br>Young though he was, he did not lack and bravery.&nbsp; Black and gold were the colors of King Odin, the Large, king of the kingdom of Malazar, and sworn enemy of the lady’s king, Uldric the Just. <br><br>And he now stood before the lady, commander of Uldric’s army, inside the great meeting hall of Uldric’s palace.&nbsp; And he’d come alone.&nbsp; &nbsp;So clearly, he did not fear the death that seemed imminent. <br><br>“I bring you a message from my liege, king Odin.”&nbsp; That much should have gone without saying, and yet, formality had to be observed.&nbsp; These things had to play in a certain way. <br><br>“After the recent defeat at Coroban pass,” that had been one of the lady’s major victories, and had, for a time, crippled Odin’s army.&nbsp; He’d spent much of the rest of the year raising it again, conscripting those few men not already in his service and generally scrambling to raise a force that could give Uldric a challenge.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>“His majesty, king Odin has now enlisted the services of noted condottiere, Jack Hawkwood, to lead his armies.” <br><br>A condottiere was a mercenary, but not just a mercenary.&nbsp; A condottiere was a general for hire.&nbsp; A man who could not only fight, but also lead armies.&nbsp; Coroban pass had seen the deaths of much of Odin’s command staff.&nbsp; So now, it seemed, the king had been desperate enough to hire outside help.&nbsp; And not just any help, but Jack Hawkwood. <br><br>Jack Hawkwood was a name all in Uldric’s court would be familiar with.&nbsp; &nbsp;He was renowned for his prowess on the battlefield, but he also had a darker reputation.&nbsp; He was known as a ruthless killer, a man with a heart that was filled with darkness.&nbsp; A man whose very name put fear into the mind’s of even the bravest men. <br><br>Odin, it seemed, was determined to win the war at any cost. <br><br>“Lord Hawkwood has requested a meeting with you, m’lady,” the young boy had taken a deep breath before speaking those words. <br><br>“He hopes that you will meet him.&nbsp; He currently makes his camp near the Namari lake,” a lake whose winding path had created the disputed border that had been the official cause for the war’s start.&nbsp; <br><br>It was well known that Hawkwood always met with those who would oppose him before formal hostilities began.&nbsp; It allowed him, he believed, to get the measure of his opponent, and determine the best method for defeating them.&nbsp; Rumors swirled about what happened at such meetings.&nbsp; Though, it had to be said, his enemy always left Hawkwood’s camp unharmed. <br><br>“Lord Hawkwood personally vows your safety.&nbsp; But, he bids me tell you that if you do not come to him within a week, he shall take it as a personal insult, and when he is victorious, he will remember the slight you gave him.”&nbsp; &nbsp;The boy hadn’t wanted to say that last part, but he feared Hawkwood’s punishment more than he feared the death Uldric might mete out. <br><br>“What,” he said after exhaling, “answer shall I give him?”&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ally of My Enemy  (Taino &amp; Davikk)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>taino</strong> on <strong>05-01-2011, 03:37:14</strong>
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				Illaynia stood, amidst the court of advisers and viziers. A not so careful eye could even point, that she was the only female in the room, and differed from these men in visual appearance greatly. She was woman, of slender stature, and fair appearances. Silver blonde tresses were tied in a loose plait and left to cascade in open curls. Bright blue eyes rose from the table before her, which was strewn with maps, and papers. Some of utter importance, others of strategic faults. It was then the boy had entered, and that ever analytical gaze, met his very young appearance. <br><br>He addressed her, and she met him part way, keeping him from the direct glares of her cohorts. " Yes?" She called, her voice soft, and kind, as a womans voice should be. Although one could easily believed they were mistaken at first glance, that she was the High Commander of King Uldrics Armies, but she had lead Terrenus to multiple victories against Malazar, and it's King Odin. She had met his armies with a viciousness unlike any other, and a determination like a raging storm, But the attire she wore spoke of nothing less than that of which she was. The white coat was fastened at the waist, it's silver embroidery and light blue trim spoke volumes. <br><br>Riding pants, and simple boots completed her attire, but the thick sword that hung at her hip was alone a threat. It's alabaster blade shown brightly in the flickering lights of the hall, and it's ivory hilt bore her family crest, and that of the Royal family. The boy before her, wore his colours so boldly, in a room full of Silvers and blues. He met her with sloppy appearance, and a staggering step, she stifled a small giggle. Alas, with a nod, she confirmed for him to deliver the message he had come with, and thus her face took on a hard expression. <br><br>"So he seeks outside help, he hath no men to face us?"<br><br>"Silence!" She called to the man whom spoke out of turn. "Please continue." She recited softly to the boy, who continued his message without fault. When he finished she smiled softly. A gentle nod. "You may tell this Jack Hawkwood, That I -Illaynia Silverstone- will meet him tomorrow night, at his camp near the Lake Namari. " Her answer came without hesitation. She had heard rumors of this man, and her curiosity had her wanting to see what her opposition was for herself. She had met many a challenger who had fallen beneath her. However, perhaps this one would be different. <br><br>"A note, young sir.." She spoke softly as she moved closer and gently placed her hand on his shoulder. " Keep your chin up, and your shoulders back, a more confident stride will keep your sword in it's place. May the Gods be with you." She patted his shoulder softly, and turned back to the gathering of men and returned to her previous position. Certain the messenger would see himself out. <br><br>"M'Lady, is it wise to meet this man? Will you be taking guard?" One of the Advisers looked up at her, from the scrolls sprawled out before him, concern evident in his eyes. " Gentlemen, I am certain Illaynia is very capable of handling herself, if she wishes to meet this invitation, so be it. What say you, Illaynia?" Uldric stood, just on the third step staring down upon them. Illaynia turned her attentions and bowed in&nbsp; a graceful manner. " I will ride out at first light, my King, and I will do so alone. Shall I not return within the week.. Sir Gideon may ride against Odin my steed."<br><br>"So be it, Illaynia. But I do hope to see you, within a week."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ally of My Enemy  (Taino &amp; Davikk)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Davikk</strong> on <strong>08-01-2011, 08:06:57</strong>
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				The moon was full, and hung low in the night sky.&nbsp; There were few stars out tonight, so the moon could be seen in all its silvery glory.&nbsp; The night air carried a chill, but not one so deep that it was truly unpleasant.&nbsp; The season was beginning to turn, but it was early still.&nbsp; There was at least another week before fur lined cloaks and heavy clothes would become absolutely necessary. <br><br>Jack Hawkwood stood alone outside a large tent, arms crossed over his chest, staring at the horizon line. <br><br>He was a tall man, six and a half feet at least.&nbsp; His body was muscular and well toned, but had a certain leanness to it.&nbsp; It was the body of a man who made his living in battle, he was all lean muscle and sinew.&nbsp; His hands were large and callused, the result of a lifetime spent in sword play.&nbsp; He had long, black hair that would have been longer, were it not so wavy and curled.&nbsp; Currently, it was tied into a very precarious ponytail, kept at bay by a cord of leather, though his hair threatened to slip free, as it very often did. <br><br>He wore all black, so he’d be hard to spot until she was right upon him.&nbsp; His shirt was long sleeved and cut close to his muscular arms and chest.&nbsp; His pants were made of leather, and tucked into soft boots, well worn with soles covered in mud and road dust.&nbsp; &nbsp;His attire was plain and unpretentious, just as the wearer was.&nbsp; The only adornment on him was the sword that rested on his hip. Its scabbard was fine, oiled leather, and the visible side had small gems studded into it.&nbsp; The hilt of his sword was black, with a golden pommel wrought in the shape of a dragon’s clasping claw, and in that claw was a fire opal.&nbsp; &nbsp;This was Deathknell, the legendary sword of Jack Hawkwood, taken from the dead hands of the Tyrant called Atraxius, in the far off land of Athastar.&nbsp; Deathknell was nearly as famous as its wielder, and even the bravest men knew to fear its keen edge. <br><br>“We are well met, m’lady Silverstone,” he said as she approached him.&nbsp; He was, as she was, entirely alone.&nbsp; His army was camped close, but not so close that they could ambush her.&nbsp; If one squinted, one could see the smoke rising from their many fires.&nbsp; But there was no chance they could fall upon her without her awareness. <br><br>He looked her over, his eyes narrowed and bold in their scrutiny.&nbsp; He was taking her measure, and by the small nod of his head, she seemed to impress him. <br><br>“Will you join me?” He motioned towards the empty flap of his tent.&nbsp; He’d left it open so that she could peer in, and see for herself that no one was waiting for her in the depths of the tent.&nbsp; He had a fierce reputation, but that reputation was for cunning and tenacity, not for treachery. <br><br>Entering the tent after Illaynia, he motioned to a small stool that sat in the center of the tent.&nbsp; The contents of the tent were what she would likely expect.&nbsp; Maps, scrolls, rosters of soldiers, all of the sorts of things a general would need.&nbsp; Indeed, she likely would feel quite at home among the accoutrements of warfare.&nbsp; <br><br>“Will you have wine with me?” He asked, as he poured himself a glass.&nbsp; If she requested a glass, she’d find herself handed one.&nbsp; The wine was red, and of better quality than one would expect to find in the midst of a military camp. <br><br>“My son,” he said with a subtle grin, “tells me he was well received in your court.&nbsp; And he suggests, without saying outright, that you are responsible for his cordial treatment and his safe return.&nbsp; I thank you for that.&nbsp; With his mother dead, he’s the only family I have left.” <br><br>“Now,” he settled onto his old stool. <br><br>“I am required by my current employer to ask you if you will relent and surrender your forces to me.&nbsp; I do not expect you to say yes.&nbsp; But the man who pays me has insisted I ask, and so I have.” <br><br>“What say you? Shall we end this now?”&nbsp; <br>
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				Post by: <strong>taino</strong> on <strong>08-01-2011, 21:16:32</strong>
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				The night had been most welcoming, Illaynia enjoyed the crisp chill of the night as she rode along the only path she knew to take to where she was going. This particular path kept her out of the eyes and ways of many, and allowed her the comforts of the beautiful forestry and it's wildlife. She'd rode the majority of the day to get this point, and from where she was positioned, she could see very little in the darkness. Just as she had expected to ride a little further, she was suddenly upon him, and pulling the horse to a jilted halt. Pale blue orbs lowered to meet the presence of Jack Hawkwood. He spoke, and she gave a brief nod of her head. 'Hawkwood." She greeted fairly evenly. Dismounting from the saddle, and loosely knotting the reins, before patting the hint end of the horse. He sighed loudly and wandered off to a patch of grass to graze. <br><br>Illaynia was very much alone, and dressed rather dull, compared to the bright, welcoming colours she had worn when the messenger had arrived. A thick charcoal tunic, belted at her waist, and let to fray out over black leather pants which tucked nearly into her boots. The dark colours made her appear more pale than she actually was, and the moon made her hair, which was let down, shine white. Eyes marked over him, studied, analyzed, and made mental note. She had noticed he'd done much of the same. He held the flap of the tent open, as he invited her within it's depths. Confident this man would not try to fool her, she took a step forward and entered. Immediately taking not her surroundings, but most of all, she noticed the familiarity of it.. and the comfort she took by it. <br><br>As she glanced about, he made offer of a glass of wine. In no haste to rood, she gave small approving nod. "If you'd be so kind." She took the given glass, and watched the crimson contents within, admiring the brilliant colour and quality of whine for such an encampment. Then he spoke, and mentioned his son. A slender brow rose in an inquisitive manner. The messenger had been his son. "Bold move, Sending your son. However I do admit, now that I see you, he resembles you greatly." She smiled and raised her glass just slightly as he thanked her. "As I said, handsome boy, and you need thank me not. I see in him, now what I can see in his father. He'll grow up in your image, Sir Hawkwood." <br><br>Then, came the formalities of war, the inevitable request for surrender, Illaynia had to bite back a bitter laugh. For man who knew her not, he knew her well enough to know her answer before hand. "I say not. I will meet you again on the battle field, and on the battle field is where this war will end." She stated firmly. Confident in her beliefs. Illaynia had to admire a man, who was as real as his legend was bold, a man who raised a son amidst the life style he chose. Illaynia had never married, never had children, but she had a mothers touch she was told. It was part of her chosen lifestyle, no man in his right mind, would marry let alone court a woman who was likely to defeat him in battle. <br><br>"Now, pray tell Sir Hawkwood, why is it I am here?"<br><br>As any other would be, Illaynia was curious as to why she was here. Why he had requested a meeting with her. Better yet, one could question why she would have accepted. Formalities were not her strong front, but she made up in her lack of manners and common reasoning, with cunning, skill, and a lack of remorse for all things bitter. Bringing the glass to her lips, and tilting it, she took a small taste of its contents. In no position to be drinking fully while meeting with the ally of her enemy, being drunk in the presence of anyone never did her any good.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ally of My Enemy  (Taino &amp; Davikk)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Davikk</strong> on <strong>09-01-2011, 05:38:38</strong>
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				“I love my son,” he said, before interrupting himself with a drink of wine, “and I did not send him into danger lightly.&nbsp; But the boy expressed to me his desire to follow in my footsteps.”<br><br>“I must weigh my own desires for my child’s safety against a larger concern, and that is the loyalty I must engender within my men.&nbsp; I am already an outsider, come in, paid a handsome sum and put in charge, without having spent years in the trenches with this particular army. Though I might wish my reputation was enough, in many cases, it is not.&nbsp; There is inherent resentment.” <br><br>“if I favor my son with easy tasks and send another into the maw of the beast, then that only feeds those resentments.&nbsp; So, I show that I am one of them by making a sacrifice that none of them would make in my situation.” <br><br>This might give her an insight into his mind.&nbsp; Forward thinking, and free of sentiment.&nbsp; He was cunning, and would do whatever was necessary to get what he desired, even if it cost him greatly. <br><br>“I had to try,” he said with a chuckle as she passed on surrender.&nbsp; He finished his wine just about the time she asked him why he’d brought her here. <br><br>“As it happens, I must ask you to be patient when it comes to answering that question.” <br><br>“I would ask for one more day of your time.&nbsp; From sunrise tomorrow until sunset. There are things I would like to show you.&nbsp; I can answer your question more fully if you will indulge me.&nbsp; Some things must been experienced, they cannot be explained.” <br><br>“I will of course, vouchsafe for your well being.&nbsp; I’ll offer you whatever token of assurance you name.” <br><br>“And after I am done, we will revisit the topic of the conflict we rush towards.” <br><br>“What say you?” <br>
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				Post by: <strong>taino</strong> on <strong>10-01-2011, 06:54:23</strong>
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				Illaynia listened closely to the words he chose to speak. Though she held little in common to hired outside help, she knew the resentment, the ideal of being an outsider to the troops. Her own, now undoubtedly loyal men, had resented her at first. Challenged her, doubted her ability to lead, let alone protect. Though she had sacrificed a lot, to earn their respect, she still felt she had a lot of earning to do yet. This was something she was certain Jack Hawkwood, understood. <br><br>"He is a brave soul, and again a charming boy. I'm sure he will make you a proud father, and a greater leader of men." Illaynia knew men of greatness, and Hawkwood was becoming one of them. A man whose word seemed could be trusted. No other of Odin's generals, or captains would have met her with such manners and respect. They'd have had her lying like a dog, or attempted to. She'd have made them pay gravely for their misjudgment. <br><br>She took a sip of her wine, nursing the rich drink, not much of a drinker in all. Listening to his proposal, she nodded softly, once then twice. Understanding his words in an entirety. "I will give you from sunrise to sunset tomorrow. "<br><br>"I ask for no token of assurance, I trust your word, but do trust in mine. Shall you fail by your word, I will ensure you pay gravely for your failure, and my word is set in stone."<br><br>She stated firmly before setting the still half full glass down. Illaynia was very much a light weight, and didn't want to endanger herself any further. Crossing one arm beneath her bust, the other bent to allow a nimble hand to flick strands of silver blonde curls from her face. <br><br>"With such, are their accommodations for my stay? OR...?" She asked softly, well prepared to have to bunk with someone, she was not shy, perhaps a little skiddish, but not shy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ally of My Enemy  (Taino &amp; Davikk)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Davikk</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 08:36:20</strong>
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				“I am certain you would,” as she made, not a threat, but a promise.&nbsp; A warning to Hawkwood to keep his word.&nbsp; He was sober as he spoke.&nbsp; He did not condescend to her.&nbsp; He believed her a formidable opponent, and he would not provoke her simply to prove that he could. <br><br>There would be time enough for provocation in the hours she promised to spend with him. <br><br>“Ah yes,” he said as she asked about sleeping accommodations.&nbsp; <br><br>“I hope you will not think me forward, but instead, someone who plans ahead.&nbsp; I had considered that.” <br><br>He rose and moved to the corner of his tent.&nbsp; There, he untied something that had been bound with a heavy strip of fabric.&nbsp; Slowly, what unfurled was a large curtain.&nbsp; A curtain that could be drawn such that it bisected the tent. <br><br>“There is a bedroll on your side, and one on mine.&nbsp; We will share.&nbsp; And modesty shall be preserved by this curtain.&nbsp; If that is agreeable?” <br>
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				Post by: <strong>taino</strong> on <strong>30-01-2011, 15:45:05</strong>
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				"Respectable, Sir Hawkwood. " She spoke softly, moving to admire the curtain he had unfurled before him, the idea honorable. It brought a soft laughter from her, one often times not minded, or in younger girls considered a giggle. The corners of her lips turned in a smile. <br><br>"I trust well, that I will be secure, and safe kept bunking in this tent. Thank you." <br><br>Her words sincere and honest. This man was surprising her, his angle was different than most men she had faced in this war. He was respectable, but something had her on edge, she just couldn't trust well enough. "I thank you, again for your hospitality, and I give you my word you have from sunrise to sunset. "<br><br>She toyed with the edge of the curtain for a moment. "Is there anything else that needs to be discussed?"
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				Post by: <strong>Davikk</strong> on <strong>30-01-2011, 20:11:08</strong>
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				The grin he gave her suggested he was not always as respectable as his good manners had thus far suggested. <br><br>“Judging by your tone, m’lady,” he said in a voice that had taken on a slow drawl, the sort of tone one uses when speaking with a lover at a time when only a pillow is between them, “I think perhaps you have some other thing in mind you wish to discuss.”&nbsp; <br><br>He moved closer to her.&nbsp; There was something hard to read in his expression.&nbsp; But perhaps she’d understand what had happened.&nbsp; She’d caught his eye.&nbsp; And now, intrigued, he was eager to learn more about her. <br><br>“Am I right?&nbsp; Have you devised some other matter?” <br>
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				Post by: <strong>taino</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 02:57:50</strong>
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				Illaynia was startled by the drawl in his voice, but had to admit it was rather alluring. He stepped closer, and she turned to meet him completely, her nimble fingertips tracing over the curtain that had been unfurled and partially drawn as she took a step closer to him in turn. Her voice dropped to a sultry, sweet lilt. "Would you fancy it if I had?" She teased coyly. <br><br>She couldn't read his expression. Pale blue eyes studying his face, but it was hard to determine his trail of thought. Though the tone in his voice had suggested perhaps she'd sparked an interest unfitting of the talk of war. <br><br>"As attractive and interesting as you are Hawkwood.. it would not be wise of me to get ahead of myself, and off the matter at hand.." She sounded almost disappointed, in herself. Illaynia had never known much else than the art of the war.
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				Post by: <strong>Davikk</strong> on <strong>05-02-2011, 19:52:22</strong>
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				A slow grin spread across his lips as Illayania showed a hint of interest at his overtures.&nbsp; Even Hawkwood himself couldn’t fully define the game he was playing.&nbsp; But they were, at least for the moment, in the eye of the storm.&nbsp; All around them was a chaotic tempest, but there was a momentary peace.&nbsp; It would not last, but while it did, he intended on enjoying it. <br><br>“There are many things I fancy.&nbsp; That would be one of them,” he said with an easy chuckle.&nbsp; His eyes watched her carefully.&nbsp; He was wary, to be certain, the way any good warrior would be.&nbsp; But there were other interests in her gaze.&nbsp; And a warrior like Illaynia would see it, trained as she likely was in studying the body language of a potential opponent. <br><br>“But of course, you are right,” he said with a deferential nod.<br><br>“I bid you a good sleep then,” and he bowed to her, letting the curtain fall between them.&nbsp; <br><br>He’d sleep then, and leave her undisturbed.&nbsp; Unless, of course, she decided to disturb him. <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>taino</strong> on <strong>06-02-2011, 00:38:02</strong>
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				As the curtain fell between them, Illaynia stood a foot or so away from it, letting down her hair and running her fingers through the loose curls. She was torn between disturbing him.. and letting it be for the evening. She couldn't afford to get distracted this far into enemy territory.. but she couldn't help it. This man was different, oddly enough and she couldn't get him off her mind. So she called from her side of the curtain. "Tell me, Jack -If I may call you so-, What else you may have had in mind to discuss.. it still seems a little early."<br><br>She worked carefully at ridding herself of the hindering bits of her clothing, placing her belt and boots next to the cot. Each movement quiet and careful. An ever cautious person. 
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				Post by: <strong>Davikk</strong> on <strong>06-02-2011, 00:55:47</strong>
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				<br>Hawkwood had shed his shirt the moment the curtain had fallen.&nbsp; His boots had been next, so now, he only wore his breeches.&nbsp; His belt was undone, so they hung loosely on his hips.&nbsp; Not falling down, exactly, but far looser than they would be otherwise. <br><br>He was lying on his side atop his bedroll, head propped up by his bent arm, watching Illaynia’s silhouette through the curtain.&nbsp; &nbsp;A delightful sight afforded to him by the arrangement of candles.&nbsp; <br><br>“You may call me whatever pleases you,” he said with a grin.&nbsp; <br><br>“What to discuss?”&nbsp; As he pondered that question, he stretched his body out, like a great cat sunning itself in the tall grasses.&nbsp; Joints popped, and muscles loosened as he did so. <br><br>“Do you play games?” He asked.&nbsp; “Strategy games, I mean.&nbsp; We are always taught to play on the boards, before we go into war.” <br><br>“Tell me, how did you train your mind?”&nbsp; <br><br>“What games,” even if she could not see it, she would hear the grin in his voice, “do you play, m’lady?”&nbsp; <br>
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				Post by: <strong>taino</strong> on <strong>06-02-2011, 01:02:09</strong>
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				She listened as he responded, and glanced over her shoulder towards the curtain for a brief moment before sliding out of her pants and folding them neatly. She placed them next to her belt and boots. Leaving her body shrouded by the thin material of her tunic.<br><br>"Games hmn?" She questioned for a moment, thinking. "similar practices.. but as we got older, they became more complex.. and the boards began to bore us with their simplicity.. so we took to mock battles, and turning what we knew into something we could use.." <br><br>She sat on the edge of the cot and stretched her arms above her head, feeling the corners of her mouth turn up in a soft smirk to his last questions. "I could say I play with the heart strings of men, but that would be a lie. I've never really played games.. never really had the freedom."
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				Post by: <strong>Davikk</strong> on <strong>06-02-2011, 01:11:39</strong>
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				Hawkwood sat up, and listened. <br><br>If she looked, she’d see his shadow growing closer to the curtain.&nbsp; He remained behind it, but he was clearly facing her, and diving what he could from the black shape of her silhouette. <br><br>“That is a true shame,” he said, when she spoke of not having the freedom to play with a man’s heart. Something about his voice was both playful and sincere. <br><br>“Well, you are perfectly free now.&nbsp; No prying eyes to study you.&nbsp; What say you practice on me?” <br><br>Again, he was speaking in a slow, seductive drawl, trying to draw her in.&nbsp; He was playing with her, yes, but that did not mean he was not sincere. <br><br>“I shall offer you my services as a judge.”&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Ally of My Enemy  (Taino &amp; Davikk)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>taino</strong> on <strong>06-02-2011, 01:19:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She looked up towards the curtain, to see his shadow growing nearer, and she'd be damned if a blush hadn't flourished upon her cheeks. She narrowed her eyes at that shadow and shrugged her shoulders, the loose material of the tunic shifting lazily with the movement. <br><br>"And you would play games with mine." She replied softly. Turning her eyes away from the curtain for a moment. "Perhaps I do not wish to be judged." <br><br>She lifted herself from the edge of the cot, and moved towards the curtain, drawing it back and out of the way once more so she could see him, her weight shifted to her left hip and her right hand holding the curtain at bay as those blue eyes studied him. <br><br>"What game would you suggest we play?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Ally of My Enemy  (Taino &amp; Davikk)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Davikk</strong> on <strong>06-02-2011, 01:31:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“Never,” he said.<br><br>“I was raised never to play games with the heart of a beautiful woman.”&nbsp; &nbsp;And yet, this was a game.&nbsp; He had the rogue in him, as evidenced by the wild grin currently on his face. <br><br>Watching the movement of her shoulders, he found himself drawing in a breath and exhaling slowly.&nbsp; He could feel the ground shifting beneath his feet.&nbsp; He could sense that something was happening, but he could not yet see his way to understanding what it all meant. <br><br>“My apologies if I trespassed too far,” he said, as he found himself looking into her eyes. <br><br>“Let us play roles,” he said.<br><br>“Pretend that you do not know me, and I shall pretend I do not know you.&nbsp; And let us see who is better at playing with the other.”&nbsp; <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Ally of My Enemy  (Taino &amp; Davikk)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>taino</strong> on <strong>06-02-2011, 01:36:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				" You lie." She laughed softly, the sound silvery, and joyful. She shrugged her shoulders once more before nodding.<br><br>"I'll take this challenge... I do not know you.. you do not know me.. and what war there should be, for these moments is none existent. " <br><br>She knew all too well, this was a game, before the game had even been decided. She also knew she'd go beyond her boundaries.. but she did not feel like behaving. Uldric was nowhere to look over her shoulder and usher her away from the attentions of men, no one was around to tell her she couldn't be free for just one night. <br><br>"I'm the one trespassing.. and do not apologize."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Ally of My Enemy  (Taino &amp; Davikk)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Davikk</strong> on <strong>06-02-2011, 01:43:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“You are so cruel to accuse me so,” he said with a chuckle that suggested he was not at all wounded.<br><br>“Very well then,” he said, and he stepped past the curtain that separated them.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>“Shall we begin?” <br><br>He was suddenly behind her, and he reached out, running his fingers down her back.&nbsp; A bold move for a first introduction.&nbsp; But then, Jack Hawkwood was a man known for his bold moves. <br><br>“My name is Marcus,” he said, leaning forward, the words spoken in a low, throaty tone directly into her ear. <br><br>“And I am pleased to make your acquaintance.”&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Ally of My Enemy  (Taino &amp; Davikk)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>taino</strong> on <strong>06-02-2011, 01:52:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Cruel? You don't even know.." She cooed, her voice a sultry lilt of the tone she'd used moments before. <br><br>He moved behind her, and she felt his fingers trail down along her back, sending a small chill through her body. She fought the urge to shudder from the chill, and felt her lips curling into a coy little smile. Her head canted to the side, to peer back over her shoulder as she spoke softly in response to the worse at her ear.<br><br>"Pleasure to meet you Marcus." She cooed once more.<br><br>"My name is Anna."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Ally of My Enemy  (Taino &amp; Davikk)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Davikk</strong> on <strong>06-02-2011, 01:57:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“A beautiful name, for a beautiful woman,” he said.<br><br>As she turned her head to face him, she would find that their mouths were very close.&nbsp; Close enough that it would be very easy for their lips to meet. <br><br>His hands slid forward, resting on her hips. <br><br>“Tell me, my dear Anna, what brings you here?”&nbsp; <br><br>His body was growing warm.&nbsp; And this close, she might be able to feel evidence that her cooing and her movements were having an effect on him. <br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Ally of My Enemy  (Taino &amp; Davikk)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>taino</strong> on <strong>06-02-2011, 02:02:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With his hands at her hips, she let her fingertips trail light, soft lines over his hands. With her back to him there was not much she could do, but she would use it to her advantage to the best of her abilities.<br><br>"Well Marcus.. to be honest.. You." She purred softly.<br><br>"A most handsome man.. certainly must attract plenty of attention... and who am I to say you did not catch mine?"<br><br>She quirked a slender brow inquisitively, her voice a hint lower, nearly a whisper as their lips remained close. The warmth of his body mingled with her own. She could feel it, creeping along her flesh. The warmth flourishing through her entirety.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Ally of My Enemy  (Taino &amp; Davikk)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Davikk</strong> on <strong>06-02-2011, 02:12:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He leaned closer, his chest against her back.&nbsp; <br><br>His hands gripped her hips tighter, responding to the softness of her touch.&nbsp; A low sound, like a growl, passed his lips.&nbsp; A sound of pleasure. <br><br>“Is that so? Well, in truth, I had hoped to capture your attention.&nbsp; So, I am lucky that I’ve managed to do so.” <br><br>His body against hers, he made a half circle, so that now they were face to face. She would feel the contours of his hard muscles, and the hint of other hardness as well. <br><br>“Now that I have it.&nbsp; Tell me, what is best done with it?”&nbsp; <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Ally of My Enemy  (Taino &amp; Davikk)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>taino</strong> on <strong>06-02-2011, 02:19:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her fingertips trailed up along his arms. As he moved in that half circle she closed her eyes for a moment. Feeling his heat move from her back now to her front. She shivered softly, half lidded eyes glanced up at him. Her fingertips tracing the contour lines of his muscles, her palms smoothing over the hardness of them. <br><br>"What do you wish to do with it?" She cooed softly, a purr in her tone as she spoke. Her voice a sultry whisper, seductive and yet still sweet.<br><br>Her slender frame met with his own, and she could feel the hint of hardness elsewhere, just as she could feel the liquid heat of her own body. Her core burning.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Ally of My Enemy  (Taino &amp; Davikk)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Davikk</strong> on <strong>06-02-2011, 02:28:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“Has no one ever told you,” as he spoke, his body pressed against hers.&nbsp; One of his hands had slid down her back, and now held her backside, pressing her forward, so that their hips were touching, hardness meeting heat.&nbsp; &nbsp;“That it is impolite to answer a question with a question?” <br><br>His other hand slid between their bodies, resting first on her stomach, and then sliding upwards, until the very tips of his fingers caressed the lower curve of her breast.&nbsp; The touch was teasing, an invitation to see if she desired more. <br><br>“I wish to kiss you,” he said. <br><br>“But you see, I fear rejection.&nbsp; So, I would need to hear you ask for it first.”&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Ally of My Enemy  (Taino &amp; Davikk)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>taino</strong> on <strong>06-02-2011, 02:35:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Forgive me.. I must have failed to mention my manners are horrible." With her hips flush to his, she could feel his hardness a bit more thoroughly, her hands trailing along his shoulders and chest as she tried to remain focused on his words. But the grazing of his hand, and the closeness of their bodies distracted her greatly. <br><br>Her eyes glanced to his lips and then back up to his own.&nbsp; <br><br>"Kiss me.. please?" She asked softly.<br><br>The please added for his earlier mention of her rudeness by answering a question with a question. Best to work on her manners... at least a little.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Ally of My Enemy  (Taino &amp; Davikk)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Davikk</strong> on <strong>06-02-2011, 02:46:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He exhaled slowly.<br><br>“You know, Anna, few things get to me more than a woman who says please,”&nbsp; there were parts of his brain that were more primal than others.&nbsp; Something about that simple word excited him.&nbsp; It hinted at a moment of submission, of offering up at least a bit of power to him.&nbsp; And that activated every part of Hawkwood’s mind and body. <br><br>His hand slid over her breast then, cupping it, her nipple against his palm.&nbsp; His fingers closed around the swell, caressing and fondling her. <br><br>His other hand was in her hair, bringing her face forward.&nbsp; His lips met hers.&nbsp; The kiss began softly, just the touching of two lips.&nbsp; But as his eyes closed and he leaned forward, it became deeper and more intimate.&nbsp; His mouth opened, opening hers as well, and his tongue slid forward, moving past her lips and over her teeth, deeper into her mouth.&nbsp; His tongue played with hers, as he pulled her closer, his body pressing hard against hers. <br><br>He knew that this should not be done. That he was placing both of them in jeopardy. But it did not matter.&nbsp; He wanted this... and he wanted her.&nbsp; Nothing else made any difference in this moment. <br><br>As the kiss ended, he kept her close to his body. <br><br>“You’re going to be trouble, I can sense it.” <br><br>“Luckily, I thrive on trouble.”&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Ally of My Enemy  (Taino &amp; Davikk)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>taino</strong> on <strong>06-02-2011, 02:58:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The corners of her lips turned up in a smirk. She'd hit the right spot with the please. Just as she began to formulate a retort his hand captured the swell of her breast and she could feel the warmth of his palm through the thin material of her tunic. A soft murr escaping her throat as the nipple stiffened against his palm, and her hands slid down along his back. Fingers clutching lightly upon him as he tangled his hand in her hair and brought her face to his.<br><br>Lips met his own, and as he guided she followed. Parting those full tiers and letting her tongue sweep forth to dance upon and with his own. Gliding over the smooth muscle and tasting of him. <br><br>Her body pressed close, and hotly to his own, and though she knew she should fear the consequences of what they were doing she could no longer deny herself such pleasures, she would no longer deny herself something she wanted, and suffice to say.. she wanted him.<br><br>Their lips parted and his words tickled. She smiled, brightly, trying to stifle a small laugh. <br><br>"Me? Trouble? Never.." She cooed innocently. <br><br>"However... what trouble may come.. should be worth it.. because without trouble.. neither one of us would make a living."<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Ally of My Enemy  (Taino &amp; Davikk)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Davikk</strong> on <strong>06-02-2011, 03:10:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Indeed, she had read him well.&nbsp; &nbsp;And now, Hawkwood was feeling truly reckless.&nbsp; He had a reputation for ruthlessness on the battlefield.&nbsp; But that was merely a manifestation of his overall will.&nbsp; That drive to get what he wanted at all costs.&nbsp; And what he wanted right now was her.&nbsp; &nbsp;This could be very dangerous indeed. <br><br>With his body still against hers, he leaned forward, kissing her neck.&nbsp; His mouth moved down, lips finding her throat.&nbsp; His hand came to her shoulder, pulling her tunic away, so that he could kiss more of her skin, his tongue leaving a trail across the skin he’d bared. <br><br>“You are right,” he said to her, as he placed his hands on her hips once more, running them up over her body, until again he was cupping and fondling her breasts.&nbsp; <br><br>He kissed her again, the kiss hungry this time, his lips feeling as if they might bruise from the force of the kiss.<br><br>He slid behind her again. <br><br>“You should know,” as he spoke, his hands slid down to the bottom of her tunic, and began to lift it.<br><br>“I am not a man who does things in half measures.&nbsp; And with you, my dear, tonight...” he lifted her tunic higher, baring her stomach.<br><br>“I am going all the way.”&nbsp; <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Ally of My Enemy  (Taino &amp; Davikk)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>taino</strong> on <strong>06-02-2011, 03:21:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The fabric tickled against her skin as he moved it away, his lips following the fabric, her tongue leaving a warm trail against the flesh that cooled as he parted. Her neck and shoulder sensitive to the attentions, the heat, the desire boiling. She knew how dangerous this was.. how traitorous it would be. However, she felt no need to pull away, no desire to end it. <br><br>Then again she tasted of his lips, the hunger, the force behind that kiss startled her a little, she found her balance and braced against it. The warmth of his hands once more upon her breasts and she pressed further into his touch. Until he finally pulled away once more, moved around behind her and grasped the hem of her tunic. <br><br>His words settling in, her hands encouraging his own to lift the material a little higher as he bared her smooth stomach. Her head canted just slightly. "I would expect nothing less. " she purred.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Ally of My Enemy  (Taino &amp; Davikk)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Davikk</strong> on <strong>06-02-2011, 03:38:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>“Though we’ve just met,” the tunic continued to lift, until her breasts fell free.&nbsp; He stared at the expanse of her bare back, lost, for a moment, in the perfection of her body.&nbsp; She seemed crafted by the gods, and the sight of her body, even from behind, was deeply arousing. <br><br>“I must say that you know me well.” <br><br>Hawkwood stopped with her arms went into the air, and when her tunic covered her face.&nbsp; &nbsp;He was once more in front of her.&nbsp; He held her tunic with one arm, keeping her prone, and partially blinded.&nbsp; &nbsp;She was mostly nude now, having shed her pants before.&nbsp; And he looked at her body, again delighted by what he saw. <br><br>His free hand went to her stomach, and then slid down over her hip, touching her legs, fingers teasingly moving to her inner thigh, though it was only a tease.&nbsp; She’d have to let her cravings go deeper before finding release. <br><br>He pressed his mouth against the tunic, mimicking a kiss, and then kissed lower, mouth trailing across her collarbone, and down her chest.<br><br>His tongue flicked at her nipple, teasing it until it grew hard.&nbsp; He drew her nipple into his mouth, lips wrapping around, suckling, gently at first, and then harder.&nbsp; Inside his mouth, his tongue manipulated her nipple, pushing it over the ridges of his teeth, teasing her with the hard suck and the sharpness of her teeth.<br><br>Soon enough, he moved his mouth to her other breast, treating it the same way.<br><br>When he was done, he kissed lower, mouth circling around her navel.&nbsp; And then, with a wild grin, he pulled her tunic off the rest of the way.<br><br>Hawkwood stepped backwards then, past the curtain, and to the other side of the tent.<br><br>“Come now,” he said.<br><br>“Time to join me on my side.”&nbsp; <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Ally of My Enemy  (Taino &amp; Davikk)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>taino</strong> on <strong>06-02-2011, 04:10:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'd suppose we're not that different.." <br><br>Was she wrong? They each had a drive that was not to be reckoned with. He drew the tunic further along her body before halting his action. Leaving her arms tangled in the material and her eyes blinded. She took in a deep breath and listened as he stood still for a moment. Normally, any woman would have been a bit weak in that moment, but she was confident in her body. The smooth, contour lines shaped lovely hips, a bottom fitting her slender figure, and a buxom fit for a goddess. <br><br>He moved, she felt it and heard it, as he came around in front once more. He touched her again, the warmth of his hand against her stomach, down along her legs and grazing teasingly against the inside of her thigh. She didn't move, nor did she make a sound, but she could feel the goosebumps flourishing upon her skin.<br><br>Then came the mock kiss. She stifled a small giggle, only to be succumbed by a soft gasp and stifled moan hidden beneath her breath. The velvet warmth of his mouth upon her breast had her wondering why she ever allowed herself to be denied these moments in the first place.. as well as reminded her how dangerous this was.. which made her ache for it all the more. After a moment of slow, torturous pleasure he moved to the opposite swell and repeated the process. She gasped once more and moaned softly beneath her breath to the pleasures. <br><br>kisses then followed down, danced around her naval, and suddenly all senses were exposed once more and the tunic had been removed from her completely. She shuddered and shoved her hair out of her face, the long curls brushed back as she watched him step back beyond the curtain. This game he was playing.. she couldn't stop. She followed.<br><br>"Oh dear.. now I'm the one trespassing.. you're full of trouble aren't you?"<br><br>She cooed playfully, her full lips curled in a playful smile.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Ally of My Enemy  (Taino &amp; Davikk)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Davikk</strong> on <strong>07-02-2011, 03:34:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“I am,” he said with a grin, “nothing but trouble.”<br><br>They were on the edge of the abyss now.&nbsp; But far from being afraid, Hawkwood had every intention of leaping right into the abyss he was staring down.&nbsp; Timidity had never been something he was known for. <br><br>He was standing over his bedroll, looking at her.&nbsp; She was a beautiful woman, and he was open in his appreciative gaze. <br><br>He ran a hand through his hair, and then he came forward, meeting her, his hands sliding over her hips, so that he could draw her closer.&nbsp; He leaned in for a kiss, hungrily coming at her. <br><br>Once more, Hawkwood circled behind Illaynia.&nbsp; He kept his grip on her hips, and pushed down, trying to manipulate her body, so that she was on her knees on his bedroll.&nbsp; <br><br>Assuming he could get her to kneel, one of his hands would slide under her arm, going across her chest, to grip the breast opposite his hand.&nbsp; He held it firmly, groping her strongly, as his mouth traveled over her shoulder. <br><br>His other hand slid over her hip, and between her legs.&nbsp; His fingers explored her boldly, stroking her clitoris until he felt it swell, and then letting his fingers slide lower to her nether lips, teasing them, coaxing the honey from her sex. <br><br>“I’m afraid,” he whispered into her ear, both hands still working on her body, “I’m going to insist you say please again.”&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Ally of My Enemy  (Taino &amp; Davikk)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>taino</strong> on <strong>07-02-2011, 04:24:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well.." She cooed, " I happen to like trouble." <br><br>She met the abyss head on, and was ready to dive in head first. It did not frighten her, she would not fear it, but embrace it, and endure all the greatness that came with it.<br><br>She watched him, admired the art of his body. Her eyes following every line, every defined muscle. He was very attractive, and from his body, one could see the hardships he went through in his life.. but by the gods was it worth it to see. <br><br>He approached, meeting her halfway. His hands upon her hips and his mouth hungrily upon her own. She returned that kiss with delicate fervor. The tenderness she could offer in that blazing moment. A hunger, laced with sweet deceit. Once again, he circled around her, and she found her body facing his bed roll, his own settled against her back. <br><br>Those hands upon her hips, pushed and guided, she gave, only after a moments resistance, and knelt upon his bed roll. Her knees settling against it, as his body pressed closer, and his hands wound their way to what it was they desired. The swell of her breast cause within the warm grasp of his hand. She arched her spine just slightly, purring in delight to the groping. The other settled betwixt the creamy smooth flesh of her thighs, his fingers teasing at her clitoris. Her sex hot, and damp. She could feel the warmth between her thighs begin to spread like fire through her veins. Her core molten hot. Her honey sweet.<br><br>His voice rumbled against her skin, as his lips traversed the bare flesh of her shoulder, as he coaxed her to say please once more. She listened, she turned the idea over in her head. In no mood to stop now, but she could not give just so easily. "Make me.." The words rolled off her tongue in a seductive purr. Her flesh crawling, as her body ached, displeased with her challenge, but she knew it would be worth it.
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