A Question of Faith (Loki Caprion and Marguerite)
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				Title: <strong>A Question of Faith (Loki Caprion and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>15-02-2009, 07:34:17</strong>
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				James Reginald bowed in the reliquary of the old Cathedral, having just finished a morning prayer.&nbsp; The young Templar was only recently recruited into the Crusade, after much learning of the holy ways and urging the cleansing of the Heretics. He strode over to the font to look at his reflection upon the water.&nbsp; Barely into his twenties, he was a rather handsome young man by all rights. His body bore physical proof of his training in the martial field, while his brown eyes seemed to convey the wisdom of his education. He bore no helm, yet, so his dark brown hair was allowed to fall free about his shoulders. The white tabard with it's red cross heraldry was still pristine; it had not yet seen the horrors of war or the Crusades. Indeed, James had not yet raised his weapon in anger to any living being, though his charge was to slay any who would not come to see the light of Christ. He checked the sword upon his belt, then decided to explore the church a bit more, whilst it was still somewhat deserted.<br><br>He examined some of the statuary about the room, particularly one that seemed more out of the way than the rest; a statue depicting Saint Francis of Assissi was pressed up flush against the western wall of the chamber. The young Templar examined it closely, running his fingertips over the Latin inscription upon it's base. It was a beautiful work, to be sure, yet something else about it intrigued James. There were strange scratchings upon the floor around the statue, as if something had been dragged along the stones recently.&nbsp; As he bent to examine these markings, he somewhat overbalanced himself; the poor young man was not yet used to wearing a blade at his side.&nbsp; Bracing himself against the statue for support, he found himself surprised and sprawling across the floor as the statue slide to the side, revealing a narrow, short staircase that spiraled down to some hidden chamber.&nbsp; Looking around the reliquary to make sure none had seen his lapse of balance, James succumbed to curiousity and descended that ominous stairway.<br><br>The small, dusty room at the foot of the stair was lit by shafts of light that came through from cracks in the natural stone ceiling; it seemed this area was part of some previously-existing cave system the church happened to be built atop of.&nbsp; In the varied streaks of sunlight, there were many trinkets scattered about on dusty tables or stone-carved shelves. Treasures that had been seized by Crusaders from the hands of the Heretics.&nbsp; He saw strange golden idols of animal-headed deities, sacrificial daggers carved from stone and stained with dried blood, pewter chalices, and apart from all the rest... an ancient tome, bound with some strange metal and hinges of steel.&nbsp; An inquisitive Inquisitor, James could not help but move to this last, fingers running over the unlabeled cover of the volume before turning open to a random page within.<br><br>The diagrams and letters he spied upon those pages nearly made his head spin.&nbsp; Arcane, and <em>thoroughly</em> heretical formulae filled each sheet of the book.&nbsp; Some of it was written in languages James understood; Hebrew, Latin, Aramaic, and even some English.&nbsp; As he turned through page after page of the mystical book, one particular Latin heading caught his eyes; "To Open the Path to Heaven."<br><br>The Crusader felt his heart pounding in his chest as he read the words; the book claimed that these words would send the reader to a place to learn the True Face of God.&nbsp; Why would the Clergy hide such a thing from the masses, James wondered.&nbsp; His eyes took in every letter upon the page; so much in thought was the Templar that he did not realize he was reading these words out loud.&nbsp; The light of the sun filtering through the stone cracks faded as clouds seemed to form out of nowhere outside, and a crash of lightning struck the ground nearby.&nbsp; James hardly noticed, as he continued to speak the words of that spell.&nbsp; His attention was only taken from the book when the incantation was finished, and the dusty cobwebs of the hidden chamber blew about.&nbsp; <br><br>James whirled to face the room, his hand on his sword.&nbsp; Though no foe approached, a growing sense of dread pounded in his mind; his ears roared with fear as the blood rushed through his body.&nbsp; The light of the sun now gone from the room, a strange red-blue glow emanated from the floor.&nbsp; Before the Templar's very eyes, a line of pure light appeared in the stone, then raised up to form a solid, glowing rectangle; a door.&nbsp; But where did this door lead?<br><br>Surely this was a message from God; this was Manifest Destiny.&nbsp; Raising his chin in the most courageous manner he could muster, James Reginald stepped through that portal, and was not seen again for quite some time...
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Question of Faith (Loki Caprion and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>15-02-2009, 08:11:14</strong>
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				Beth Duffy looked through the newspaper, deciding what she was going to watch today. Everything was fine but there were a few sappy lifetime movies playing on today. She could not believe she was not working at Hootie Tots today when Beth could be doubling her tips for Valentine's Day. Hell, she would have slapped on a smile and serve the local couples their Valentini's and their red and pink cosmos but it seemed Sal wanted to be a nice fellow and give her a day of rest. Fuck that. Sal knew she needed the cash to pay for her bills and now going without a night that could have been big for her she might have to sell some blood and another damn egg to hold her over for the rest of the month. At least she was not going to cry over losing another embryo but it would give her a nice hefty check to put into her savings account.<br><br>She guessed one of the reasons she was not worrisome over how she could sell her blood or her eggs for money was because she had no need of them. The church went about yapping that the blood in a human's veins was the blood of Christ who died for everyone's sin. Sure, there was a white guy who looked a lot like Jerry Garcia but this man supported a religion that was hateful of those who did not accept him into their lives. She remembered what her mother told her when Beth admitted she was a bisexual: If a man lies with another man, those two shall be stoned to death. Really, Beth could not remember the exact words but her mother had been angry as all get out to hear her daughter enjoyed not only men but women and had lost her virginity to a female before a man. Beth did not believe in abstinence nor did she even think waiting until marriage was the best thing. If she wanted to fuck someone, she would go out and fuck someone she wanted to fuck. No God was going to tell her to keep her legs shut or to not use foul language if she was upset and needed to vent.<br><br>When her mother told her either to go to a special camp to 'fix her illness', Beth packed what she wanted to take with her and left for broader minds. Those broader minds were here in the beautiful San Francisco. She managed to acquire a Victorian house that needed fixing every few weeks or so and a mortgage that ate up half of her paychecks but it was hers. Here in the area of Haight and Ashbury, she was free to be herself and talk openly without being called a sinner or a devil-worshipper. Beth was no devil-worshiper but she felt that everyone had a God of their own. Her own God loved all of His/Her people and gave them a chance to fail at things. That and she believed in karma and reincarnation. Send out good vibes or be good to someone and in return there was good things. With reincarnation, however, a person was in their life would determine what became of them when their heart was judged.<br><br>For Beth, she hoped she returned as a butterfly. At the moment, she looked like a butterfly with purple and pink streaks in her blonde hair and dressed like a modern bohemian. She was a petite female, almost pixie-like with a heart shaped face, blue oval eyes, full kissable lips and a few curves to keep her from being mistaken as a boy in San Francisco. Still, she enjoyed to mess with people's perception and tonight wore a pair of men's jeans, Flaming Cunts t-shirt and wore her hair into a tight ponytail. Her face was made up of different colors to keep people eyeing her to figure out whether she was a performance artist using her face to promote a cause or just plain crazy.<br><br>Her bedroom walls were painted in different colors, easels of painted portraits against one side of the room, stacks of cd's and books towards another, her room was a mess but it was her mess. Beth even had a system worked out to find things and where to move around in the middle of the night to avoid falling into buckets of paints or smashing her latest cd's into pieces. Last time that happened, Beth ended up heading to the local clinic to have her foot stitched and relaxed afterwards with a nice doobie. <br><br>Just thinking about it, she was up for a smoke. Patting herself down, Beth located one of her Mary Jane's. "God, I love you, Mary," she whispered laughing at the connotation of how virginal the name was for cannabis and yet how powerful it became to Beth. While on Mary Jane, Beth found her portraits and landscapes came out brighter and thought provoking. Hell, she should call up her nude model to come in tonight to have him stand for a few hours while she painted and then later take him to bed. She reached over to grab her phone to call up her male as she felt a disturbance in the air. "What the fuck?," she questioned as paper and dirt flew around together to form a blue hurricane. Betha had not gotten her first smoke of marijuana let alone lit it up and there was a fucking person appearing from a blue glowing light. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Question of Faith (Loki Caprion and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>16-02-2009, 00:11:36</strong>
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				As James stepped through the portal, he felt a sickening wrench shudder through his entire body. The light consumed him, shifting through colours rapidly in a dizzying visual cacophony of hues. He felt as if he were being thrown up toward the heavens, plummeting down toward the earth, and hurled through the air all at once; his body feeling pulled in all directions, while not moving at all.&nbsp; He could not feel anything but those forces, beginning to fear that he had made a terrible, grave mistake.&nbsp; Could this be God’s punishment for his curiousity?&nbsp; Was this Hell?<br><br>The Templar gritted his teeth, fists clenched as he closed his eyes, attempting to endure this torment for as long as he was able. It could have been seconds, it could have been years.&nbsp; He could still see flashes of colour through his eyelids, but soon they were joined by sounds.&nbsp; The sounds of waves crashing upon the shore, many people talking, screaming, laughing, crying. It was as if he were hearing all things compressed together, a deafening thunder assaulting his ears.&nbsp; Then, all at once, the sound and light had ceased.&nbsp; He stood still for a moment, his eyes still closed.&nbsp; He pressed down hesitantly with the heel of his boot, feeling what seemed to be solid ground beneath him.&nbsp; That was a small reassurance, somehow, so James let his eyes slip open to survey what was now in the hidden chamber of the Cathedral.<br><br>Much to his surprise, he was no longer in the Cathedral at all, but a strange shrine to some unknown gods.&nbsp; There were portraits of these deities scattered about, or so he thought they may be; his eyes did not linger on them for long.&nbsp; The place seemed to be a vibrant den of sin, with multicoloured walls assaulting his senses with hues he had never seen before.&nbsp; The floor was scattered with strange ritual garbs, as well as some thin discs that shined like metal; probably some sort of throwing weapon or sacrificial implement.&nbsp; At last, his eyes came to the bed in the center of the shrine; surely one meant for all sorts of debauchery in the name of some eldritch deamons. <br><br>But what was the creature sitting upon that unholy altar of filth?&nbsp; It took the form of a woman, loosely, but she dressed in a manner that may have been more fitting to the Heretics of the Far East.&nbsp; She could not have been human, however; the colours of her hair were as unnatural as those of the walls around them.&nbsp; It seems that God had sent him directly into the lair of one of the Fallen Angels, themselves!&nbsp; He drew his sword, leveling it at the thing, though he felt <em>wrong</em> in doing so, somehow.&nbsp; She looked so… human.<br><br>“Fiend,” he spoke, after a moment of hesitation. That uncertainty stuck in his voice as he continued, “I will not allow you to defile this world with thine evils any longer!”<br><br>This would be where the Crusader should have leapt forth, blade slashing; instead, he simply stood in that pose, watching the demon for her response.
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				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>16-02-2009, 01:16:25</strong>
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				Hmm, alright maybe she needed to cut back on the Mary Jane because this had to be a hallucination. That or those aspirin she took earlier in the day were really ecstasty pills and she was tripping on having some night in shining armor poofing out of nowhere to pleasure her. Hell, would not be a bad thing since she needed to be fucked tonight. Scrunching her face together, Beth tried to remember the last time she slept with someone. Oh yes, it had been two days ago and man she was dying for another quick fuck. Her eyes glanced over this hallucination not really caring if it had a sword pointed at her face but it looked awfully real to her. She even reached out and touched the tip of the sword with her index finger. "Woah, blood," she whispered as she sucked on her index finger to clot the little bugger.<br><br>Alright, so the sword was real and if the sword was real than it meant the handsome cock man holding it was real. Alright...wait. Her mind sputtered a bit as she went back to what she realized. Another glance at her slightly bleeding finger and then towards the male who held the god damn sword or knife? Squinting her eyes a bit of the haze of having a blue light flashing in her place, her eyesight was a bit out of whack. Once the hazy fog cleared from her eyes, she clicked her tongue. Alrighty, then. There was a fucking mad man in her damn house holding a knife and insulting her. Insulting her? Oh, fuck that. Leaning back on her legs, she looked up at him and narrowed her eyes to give him the best death glare she practiced on ex-lovers and the family members who turned their backs on her. <br><br>This male was not going to tell her what to do. He was not going to come in and push her around. Plus he could be some dangerous murderer who hacked females to bits while he raped them. Beth was not about to modern Jack the Ripper's list of victims and he would find out that no one insulted Beth Duffy and got away with it. Her mother might have a restraining order against Beth for assault but she could care less if she was hauled into court for showing this bastard a thing or two about respect. R-E-S-P-E-C fucking T. <br><br>"Allow me? You are not my father, motherfucker! Get the fuck out of my place before I call the cops," she screamed as she threw her pillows at him. The faster she could throw anything she had around her at him, the faster she could make it towards the corner of her room where her cell phone was currently charging. She threw the bigger pillows at him to try and fight him off, praying it would work. No matter how much she was a free woman, every woman had the basic urge to get away from danger and survive it. For her, she wanted to survive tonight and get a chance to smoke her Mary Jane. No fucking way was she dying with a few totes.
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				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>16-02-2009, 01:55:19</strong>
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				He was far too shocked as the demoness touched his sword, then he blinked as she started shouting words partially in English, but some in a language he did not understand.&nbsp; He slashed his sword with skill at the first pillow, sending feathers and fabric flying about the room.&nbsp; However, the Templar Knights were not trained in bedroom combat, so the second pillow hit him squarely in the face.&nbsp; He was not hurt, obviously, but he blinked with disbelief.<br><br>“I am not your father, nor do I know of what it is you accuse me of doing to your mother!” he tried to regain some grasp of the situation, but failed.<br><br>As she continued her strange ramblings and ineffectual throwing, he came to realize what was going on; this was not a demon given flesh, but a human woman who had been corrupted by the words of Lucifer.&nbsp; He had heard of dealings with the Devil resulting in hair turning white, so surely other colours were possible from Satanic influence.&nbsp; She was also fleeing further into the room, which would only result in her being trapped; behavior nonsensical.&nbsp; Indeed, he was dealing with a redeemable human soul, and appropriate measures must be taken.<br><br>“Do not fear, my dear woman!&nbsp; I will save you from the clutches of Lucifer!” James proclaimed, attempting to run to console the girl that was speaking in tongues.<br><br>Of course, the evil shrine in which he had been transported was in a severe state of disarray, and the footing was uneven.&nbsp; His booted feet entangled into one of the strange ritual garments upon the floor and he went sprawling forward, past Beth, and against the wall to which she was headed. “Ah!”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>16-02-2009, 02:59:48</strong>
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				Beth screamed as she saw her favorite pillow cut to pieces, feathers flying everywhere. That asshole was going to get it. Oh, she could not wait to get the San Fran cops on their asses. She hoped his ass was raped in jail because of his pretty-boy looks. Pretty boy? Smart of her to think with her cunt at a time like this. Beth needed to think about to get as far away as she could from this psycho with a sword and less about how he looked like he was a model off of the fucking runway. <br><br>"You better fucking pray to your God to save your perverted ass!," she replied, as she saw her way out coming close. She stepped on things on the way there and winced when she felt one of the cd's press against her little pinkie toe. Beth felt no pain but she hoped the idiot would trip and fall into the batches cd's she had laying about. She was almost there. Almost.<br><br>Her way out was covered by the male who had plans to hack her to pieces. God damn it, this was not fucking fair at all. Well, God was trying to fuck with her yet again. She was smart enough not to jump over him but she wanted to teach him a lesson by kicking him where it hurt the most, between his legs. "Take that you crazy bastard!," she cried out as she let herself throw her weight into hitting him with her foot. She screamed at him to get out of her house before she called the police. Her voice went shrill, reaching over to grab his sword. 
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				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>16-02-2009, 03:35:36</strong>
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				He heard more random shrieking from the poor, deluded Pagan, attempting to right himself from against the wall to hold his hands up, not defensively, but in a weak attempt to calm her delirium. “Milady, I assure you that-“ <br><br>Then came the kick.&nbsp; Had he not been wearing his hauberk, it probably would have been much more brutal, but it still hurt.&nbsp; It was enough to catch him off-guard at least.&nbsp; He hunched over a touch from the pain as he tried to scramble back to his footing.&nbsp; Clearly this woman would need to be purified quite thoroughly to cleanse her of the Adversary’s influence.<br><br>As she reached for his blessed weapon, however, he realized that some force was going to be required.&nbsp; He was a trained Templar, after all, and she was just a woman, albeit a crazed Heretic woman.&nbsp; He lunged forth, scooping Beth up into his arms and tackling her down to the bed, pinning her as well as he could beneath his weight, and trying to catch his breath all at once.<br><br>“Cease this at once, Pagan! I have come to you in your hour of need!&nbsp; I mean you no harm, I swear it!”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>16-02-2009, 04:22:14</strong>
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				She struggled beneath him, trying to flail and more about like a fish urging to get back into the water. This fish however wanted to get this man off of her before he went about raping her. "Police! Help! This man is trying to kill me!," she called out knowing if she cried as hard as she might the damn nightclub around the corner was surely drowning out her screams. Oh, my fucking fuck, she was going to die to the song of 'Fucking On The Dance Floor' by Dirty Sanchez, how fucking wonderful. She bet he would use that as the soundtrack while he raped her.<br><br>"Let me go," she screamed, turning her head to try and bite his wrists. She wiggled beneath him even as she felt her body become arouses by the strength and feel of him. Beth was a horrible judge of fuck buddies if she was turned on by this assailant. Growling, she hissed and spat at him, urging him to get away from her. He continued to call her names and she continued to fight and curse for him to leave her in peace. Hell, she even brought out a few Spanish and French curse words to tell him to fuck off and go screw himself with a corpse. 
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				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>16-02-2009, 04:28:51</strong>
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				James grit his teeth as the woman struggled beneath him.&nbsp; Thankfully, the pain in his groin had subsided, by then, and he could focus on saving this poor lost soul.&nbsp; The torrent of profanity that poured from her mouth was grating on his ears, but her strength was not nearly comparable to that of the Templar's.&nbsp; He used his higher ground and superiour strength to his advantage, letting gravity alone do most of the work.&nbsp; As she made one particularly vicious struggle, he used her momentum to roll her onto her back beneath him, then pinned her wrists down tot he bed over her head. She spat at him, which of course disgusted the poor man of God, but he only smiled beatifically down upon her.<br><br>"Be at ease, my dear lady," he said quietly, even as she continued to struggle. "I again promise you that I mean thee no harm; I will not kill you, unless you press me to do so with your continued assaults. I only wish to aid you.&nbsp; Surely, when I arrived, you were searching for something to aid you through your dark time of need? Let me help you, please."<br><br>He seemed almost sad as he spoke; he wanted so desperately to prove to his God that he could be sent to cleanse this woman's soul of the impurities of Lucifer.
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				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>16-02-2009, 04:44:19</strong>
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				"Go away! I do not need your help," she cried out, shaking her head as she sought to find a way out of this. He had not done anything to rip off her clothes or feel her up. Made her a bit better but having her hands held above her head let her know that he was not leaving until he received something from her. Thinking about it, she had to wonder would she service him in order to get him out of her house? Beth had done a lot of questionable things with males and females, sometimes at the same time and she enjoyed it. The times she drudged to it, she thought of someone else when she went down on a female or ate out a female. She could do this. All she had to do was thinking of the nude model and get through pleasuring him to get rid of him.<br><br>Stopping her struggle, she took a deep breath and looked him over. The male had far longer hair than she would have thought a rapist would have. Beth guessed that because of how easily hair could be ripped out and used as evidence at a crime scene. Oh, she did not want to head down that alleyway and chicken out. Licking her lips, she arched her chest into his own and smiled. "Oh, I do need help, good Sir. I need you to fuck me until you explode inside of me with your cum," she whispered, leaning up as best as she could to kiss him. If he wanted her to fuck him, she would do that and then later arrest his ass as he fell asleep on her bed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Question of Faith (Loki Caprion and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>16-02-2009, 04:58:51</strong>
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				James was stunned as the woman's demeanor changed, and even through his thick clothing he felt her breasts against his chest. The Knight had never felt the touch of a woman, before; such a thing was highly improper for one sworn to the Templars. However, feeling that touch of her up against him awakened a strange sort of sensation... he had no idea just what it meant.&nbsp; Then he heard the woman say the oddest thing...<br><br><em>"Oh, I do need help, good Sir. I need you to fuck me until you explode inside of me with your cum."</em><br><br>He blinked a few times at that, about to question just what some of those words meant, when she planted a kiss on him.&nbsp; At first, he was too startled to react at all; the kiss fell onto his lips, and it was wonderful.&nbsp; However, his mind quickly snapped back into focus, and his head pulled back from the woman's.&nbsp; James' face was flushed as he gazed down quizzically at Beth, taking a few deep breaths before speaking. <br><br>"What... what? What are you doing? You want me to... explode inside of you, somehow? I told you, milady, I will not cause any harm to you!"<br><br>As this scene unfolded, James began to wonder if he was dealing with a demoness, a misled Pagan Heretic, or simply a crazy person.&nbsp; Perhaps she was somehow all three; there was something most unusual about this creature beneath him.
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				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>16-02-2009, 05:10:22</strong>
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				His lips were soft and pliable, almost as if he moisturized them daily with honey or something sweeter. There was the underlying taste of coffee or something strong on his breath as she smiled up at him. Seeing his face flush and almost embarassingly made her wonder if he knew what he was trying to do to her. Beth guessed he had not expected her to be up to being 'raped' and stop fighting him. Maybe he was one of those men who got off on a struggling female while he fucked them. The way he was looking at her made her think that he was just that. <br><br><em>"What... what? What are you doing? You want me to... explode inside of you, somehow? I told you, milady, I will not cause any harm to you!"</em><br><br>Wow, he really must be trying to play a good boy in all of this as if it was she who was the perverted one here. Fine, she would let him think that as she rolled her hips into his own. She felt something beneath it, almost sort of like chainmail. What the fuck?, she thought. This was becoming more and more stranger by the second. Who was this man and why the fuck did he have chainmail? The ocean did not boast any sharks unless one went further out but even then there was no risk of sharks chomping on people. If he did not have the chainmail to keep sharks from eating him then why the fuck was he wearing one?<br><br>"Oh, please, kiss me again. I want you to make love to me," she whispered, chewing on her lower lip and giving him her best sex kitten look. She continued to rock her hips against his own to try and stir him to attention. Vaguely, she wondered if he might even have a codpiece which was a riot because who in the hell had a codpiece? Well, he had a chainmail in the middle of Haight and Ashbury and dressed like one of the characters from Monty Python and the Holy Grail.
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				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>16-02-2009, 05:21:30</strong>
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				The woman was clearly deranged, now, that much was clear.&nbsp; She had gone from attacking him and spewing forth vile words in Satan's tongue to... to...<br><br><em>"Oh, please, kiss me again. I want you to make love to me."</em><br><br>Her pleading words, that wanting expression, the feel of her hips rolling under him; these were evoking primal urges inside of the Templar that he never even knew existed.&nbsp; The Monastery had never prepared him for this sort of thing.&nbsp; He had assumed a simple vow of chastity would be sufficient, but this was becoming more of a test of willpower than any sort of Crusade.&nbsp; He began to wonder if he was meant to slay this woman before she could seduce him.<br><br>No. The hand of God must be forgiving if redemption was possible, and in his pure heart, James still felt that such a thing could be.&nbsp; He shook his head, looking down into her eyes with compassion. "I cannot do that for you, milady. As a Templar Knight, I am sworn to chastity. I must save you from eternal damnation; not condemn us both to the same fate."
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				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>16-02-2009, 05:31:58</strong>
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				Beth continued to roll her hips and grind herself harder against him. He needed to fall for this in order to somehow make him fuck her and either she knocked him out in the middle of things or called the police while he slept off the sex. Either way, this fucker needed to take the bait and he was failing miserably at it. He had to take this chance or she might start screaming again which was useless by this point. "Mmm, please, I want you to have me. Please, I will make it good and pleasurable for you," she teased him, flicking her tongue over her bottom lip as a gesture of good faith.<br><br>"Templar Knight? You are joking," she muttered, her facade of wanting him gone now. Now she was more irritated to not be able to get this guy to leave her nor to fuck her. What the fuck was going on tonight? She was off her A game and hoped somehow to make this male go away in one way or another. Right now he was starting to look more and more crazier by the second. From what she remember of private school, the Templar Knights were part of the Crusades for a King. Beth could not remember the King but she remembered there were rumors of the Knights being in posession of various holy items, one of which was the Holy Grail. This man had to be some sort of actor for a local play that was going on or something. <br><br>Sighing, she laid back and stopped what she was doing. This guy was absolutely nuts and into religion. Oh fucking great, another one. She guessed her mother had sent this guy to try and get over her illness by either figuring out how to get into her house or doing some magician's shit to pop into her room. "Look, the Crusades ended hundred of years ago, buddy. This is 2009, now get off of me because my ass is falling asleep," she commented, looking up at him with an impatient look.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Question of Faith (Loki Caprion and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>16-02-2009, 05:51:31</strong>
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				"Crusades ended... what?" James blinked at the woman's words, then lifted himself just enough to prevent her from feeling more discomfort.&nbsp; <br><br>Secretly, he missed the part where she was grinding herself against him.&nbsp; He would need to go to confession for those sins, later.<br><br>"Milady, I..." he looked around the room again, frowning. Outside of the window, he saw the modern world, and heard that music playing from the nearby club.&nbsp; James frowned in thought as he looked back down to Beth, now seeming to be more than a touch worried, perhaps even frightened.<br><br>He swallowed, closing his eyes, then started again. "If I release you, do you swear not to attack me again? I believe... I may need some answers about just what is happening."<br><br>For the first time in his life, the Templar felt a growing darkness in his chest; the painful cold chill of Doubt.&nbsp; Was this all a mistake? Wasn't God supposed to be infallible? How could he have possible traveled nearly a millennium in time?&nbsp; He had no doubts that, should Beth attack again, he could overpower her once more; it just seemed a horrible thing to put this poor woman through, at this point. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Question of Faith (Loki Caprion and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>16-02-2009, 06:09:36</strong>
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				Aye, he had to be one of those fanatics of history that got way too in touch with a role and was in character twenty four hours a day, seven days a week. Made more sense in the way he was dressed and how he spoke to her but he had to be living somewhere here. Still, him appearing out of nowhere in her room was something she needed to question him on. There was no possible way that she was that high and even before she took her first smoke for him to magically appear like some fucking magician. She knew he was no fucking Criss Angel or some shit like that.<br><br>"Fine, but if you start brandishing your fucking sword I am going to hit you where it hurts again," she promised, nodding as she waited for him to release her from his hold. He needed answers to be given to his questions? She sighed and stopped herself from rolling her eyes. Might as well dash his fantasy of him being an actual Templar Knight. Beth revealed how the Templars were considered the bad guys towards the end because of some King who wanted the treasures the Knights had. The King, again she could not remember had as much of the Knights put on trail and deemed heretics or witches where they were either tortured to death or burned at the stakes. A few Templars escaped but the Order of the Knights were forever smashed to bits.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Question of Faith (Loki Caprion and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>16-02-2009, 06:29:54</strong>
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				For some reason, James trusted this woman to be true to her word.&nbsp; He released her from his grip, sitting on the bed beside her and laying his head into his hands, trying to steady his swimming mind.&nbsp; Nothing seemed to make sense, anymore.&nbsp; His entire paradigm was beginning to crumble under the strain of so much distance and time.&nbsp; Why was he sent here?&nbsp; <br><br>"2009 AD," he muttered, shaking his head, not even looking at Beth, now.<br><br>How much had happened since then.&nbsp; She mentioned the Crusades had ended; does her existence as a Heretic mean that they had failed? Or perhaps this was some new face of God's creation.&nbsp; Too much could have changed in a thousand years.&nbsp; He shook his head again, harder, then looked around the room once more, as if that would change any of the scenery.&nbsp; He looked back to the woman that had been so eager to have him take her a moment ago, frowning.<br><br>"How did I come to be here, in this time? Where is this place? Who are you?" the questions poured from his lips as he became more inquisitive about this suddenly hopeless situation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Question of Faith (Loki Caprion and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>16-02-2009, 06:54:31</strong>
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				This male needed a bit of psychiatry help for what he was talking about. Of course San Francisco would be riddled with crazy people, it was the capital of freaks, geeks and dicks. She fell into the freaks and this one was a whole lot of freak and dick rolled up into one. "I have no clue how you managed to get here but it was a blue exploding light that brought you here. This place is San Francisco, California in the United States and my name is Beth Duffy," she answered in one breath. Sighing, this guy was more trouble than he was worth fucking for. <br><br>Standing up, she looked through the pile of mess made because of the two to find her wallet. She would give this guy twenty bucks even though she needed it for him to grab himself something to eat and a cab to take him back to his renaissance faire or wherever the hell he came from. Finding her wallet, she grabbed a twenty and turned to look at him. <br><br>"Here, this is twenty bucks, you can use it for money and cab but I have to sleep. I have no idea how you got here but if you are not going to even fuck me, then it is best you leave my house," she replied as she put the money on his lap and went about grabbing things for bed. Sounded a bit mean and bitchy but Beth was not going to listen to some pity story that was not even true. Sure, some blue light flash appeared but who the hell would believe her anyways? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Question of Faith (Loki Caprion and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>16-02-2009, 07:04:02</strong>
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				He looked at the slip of paper in his lap curiously, holding it up and reading it. "In God We Trust," he mumbled, then laughed bitterly.<br><br>James then watched as Beth started to grab things about the room, looking quite irritated.<br><em><br>"I have no idea how you got here but if you are not going to even fuck me, then it is best you leave my house!"</em><br><br>"There," he pointed at her, standing up. "That word again! What is that word? If it will help you, then I will do it! God sent me here for a purpose, I am sure of it."<br><br>James was far too innocent for his own good, it seemed.&nbsp; Pledging that sort of thing randomly to strangers you meet after reading Heretical tomes and stepping into blue glowing portals is a bad practice.&nbsp; Sadly, James was a new Crusader, and was most likely about to end his Crusading career as a result of breaking either one vow or another.<br><br>It was meant to be a display of peace, but it surely wouldn't be interpreted as such; James unbuckled his sword belt, laying it aside on the nearest horizontal surface. "You are some sort of key to all of this, and I simply cannot abandon you until I have discerned just what my purpose here is. Therefore, if I must, I will obey your wishes. This is your home, after all, and I am a guest."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Question of Faith (Loki Caprion and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>16-02-2009, 07:18:07</strong>
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				Rolling her eyes, she shook her head at him. He was merely trying to get a free place to stay for the night and she was no damn motel. Once she fucked her men and women, they knew to get the fuck out of her house. "Your God has no place in this house of mine. He left me when I needed Him the most. If you are trying to merely sleep here free you are out of luck and fuck means to have sex or to tell someone to leave you in peace," she muttered, setting out her underwear, bra, shorts and tank top on her bed. She noticed him removing the sword glad he was not going to try and slice her to pieces when he pulled it out earlier.<br><br>She waved away his comments, clicking her tongue. He was a fool to think that she was some sort of key but she heard pick up lines but that was plain stupid and silly. "Please, just take the money and go because you have done enough of your 'purpose' to last me a god damn lifetime," she commented, looking over to him. He was a pathetic looking motherfucker who acted as if he really was a Crusader who realized that Christianity was no longer a stronghold in this world. People were not able to enjoy their own religion without being persecuted anymore.<br><br>After a while, she knew she could not let him go out at this time of night. If he went out there spouting of Crusaders and such, his ass would get pulled in for public intoxication and shit. Then his ass would become someone's bitch in jail while he waited bail. Not much for him to do but to get raped and taken advantage of. "Aww, shit fine. You can stay here but you are sleeping on the floor," she muttered, undressing in front of him without any embarassment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Question of Faith (Loki Caprion and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>16-02-2009, 19:19:47</strong>
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				He stood with his sword and belt in his hand for a moment as he let those words sink into his mind, feeling his weakened grip on reality start to crumble even further as her words had such truth behind them; the same sort of conviction he had before being transported so far away from all that was familiar.<br><br><em>"Your God has no place in this house of mine. He left me when I needed Him the most."</em><br><br>She was hurting... <em>this may be my purpose...</em><br><br><br><em>"If you are trying to merely sleep here free you are out of luck..."</em><br><br>She was apparently also some sort of inkeeper... <em>perhaps I can bargain with her...</em><br><br><em>"... and fuck means to have sex or to tell someone to leave you in peace!"</em><br><br>Why would she want to have sex with a man she had just met, let alone one she was not married to. Slowly, he began to piece things together in his mind; a grim image being drawn from sketchy lines in this Godless heathen world.&nbsp; James had heard of the houses of ill repute; brothels in which currency was exchanged for sin.&nbsp; Over the past thousand years, this exchange has somehow become the norm for all sorts of services; sins of the flesh were now a form of currency all on their own.&nbsp; This poor innkeeper was upset that she would not be receiving any of her foul payment for what she assumed the Templar had come for.&nbsp; Things made more sense, now... <em>"if you are not going to even fuck me, then it is best you leave my house!"</em><br><br>He thought back to his vows, recanting them in his mind as he struggled with this dilemma; she was offering charity to him, letting him sleep (albeit on her floor) without taking payment.&nbsp; However, he had the payment she required, though it was prohibited to him by his sacred oaths.&nbsp; He pledged already to give this woman what she wanted, and she was clearly disappointed that he was not offering himself to her in reparation. Was she a true Heretic, or simply a by-product of a Godless era?&nbsp; Would his soul be forfeit for indulging her desires?<br><br><em>"All sins may be absolved, if one repents."</em><br><br>Those words from his past came back into his mind, and he remembered the circumstances about them.<br><br>During his time of spiritual training at the Monastery, James would often wander the grounds in contemplation. During one such foray, he caught the sounds of whimpers; at the time, he wondered if perhaps someone were in pain nearby.&nbsp; Cautiously, the Knight-to-be moved closer to the sound, rounding behind a small stone building on the edge of the grounds that served as a quiet meditation chamber that had fallen into disuse.&nbsp; Peering behind that forgotten structure, James' eyes fell upon the Father and one of the younger monks engaged in an unmistakable act of sodomy.&nbsp; Frozen in horror and amazement, he watched the two men's bodies roughly colliding together against the stone; the Father seemed to be pinning the younger man to the wall with his thrusts, and the monk seemed to be in every bit as much ecstasy as a result.&nbsp; <br><br>The Father looked over to James with a lecherous grin; he was seen, but unheeded.&nbsp; With his eyes on James, the Father completed his task, simply pulling his robes back into a semblance of order and leaving the exhausted monk panting against the wall. He approached James in a most casual manner, putting a hand upon his shoulder. <em>"Are you disgusted?"</em> he asked, simply.<br><br>James was too shocked to respond.&nbsp; The Father chuckled, turning James from the view of the young, used monk, and lead him back to the Monastery. "No man is without flaw, James. Perfection belongs only to God, himself. We all feel the urge to sin, and those sins cannot always be ignored; it is for this reason that we are granted the ability to confess. All sins may be absolved, if one repents. Christ gave himself so that we may have such absolution. Some day, your faith will be challenged, and you will be faced with a time that you must choose to forsake your vows or suffer for them. No man is free from sin, James. Not even you."[/i]<br><br>James understood, now, what the Father meant; God forgives the true of heart. The Heathens would not confess their sins, thus damning them; but James was no Heathen.&nbsp; He was a Templar Knight, although possibly the last in the Godforsaken time.&nbsp; He would set things right however he could, and it would have to start with the young Beth Duffy who was...<br><br>... who was currently disrobing before him.&nbsp; How long had he been lost in thought?&nbsp; Had she demanded he give her the sinful payment, and took his silent stare as a sort of agreement? So much of this time was unsure to him, and this woman was the only chance he had to gain some assistance through his own time of need.&nbsp; He simply had to give in to her desires, and confess them to the Lord at the first chance.<br><br>He stepped up behind Beth, slipping a calloused, strong hand over the woman's hip.&nbsp; He leaned close against her back, his eyes closed as he sighed out the words from his lips, "I will take thee, milady Duffy," he said breathlessly, "and I will sleep upon your floor for the trouble I have caused you. I only wish your aid, for I am lost."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Question of Faith (Loki Caprion and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>16-02-2009, 19:45:26</strong>
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				Her eyes watched him as he went into his own head. Wow, he was really into history to make himself believe he was a Templar Knight. What a waste of a good cock for him to be an idiot or a maniac. At least he had not tried to murder her again or pin her down. Shaking her head, she threw off her t-shirt to the side and slipped out of her jeans. Beth had no shoes or rainbow socks on to remove but she wiggled her toes nonetheless to stretch them out. Shoes were fine but she enjoyed going barefoot around the house. Sure, she picked up dirt but a good foot washing took care of that. She had to remove a few jewelry accessories from her legs and toes. Off came the ankle bracelets and toe/pinkie rings. Just as she was about to remove her bra, the feel of the stranger's hand on her hip and hearing him whisper made her shiver but shake her head.<br><br><em>"I will take thee, milady Duffy," he said breathlessly, "and I will sleep upon your floor for the trouble I have caused you. I only wish your aid, for I am lost."</em><br><br>Beth shrugged off the hand from her hip, shaking her head. She was not going to let him fuck her for a place to stay. Though she liked how he looked, she had no clue what diseases he had or even if he had any condoms on him. "No, forget it, I am just going to take a shower and you can find a place on the floor to sleep," she muttered, walking away from him as she removed her bra, throwing it in the hamper to be washed later. Such a shame because she bet he had a nice dick between his legs but it might be riddled with crabs or herpes. She was not one for having to scratch her crotch or warn her partners about having herpes which would ruin a good fucking session.<br><br>She headed into her bathroom down the hall, having no doubt about him trying to steal anything. All of her cash was tied up in her savings account to pay for her bills and she had twenty bucks on her after she gave him her other twenty. Beth yelled out for him to watch out for her dog who was around. Phantom usually hid when there were other people around but when she clicked her tongue, he came out of hiding. "There you go, boy," she whispered as she bent over to pick up her puggle, Phantom. He was too cute to not adopt when she arrived in San Francisco. Sure, it took a chunk of her savings to buy him things and give him the necessary vet shots but it was worth it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Question of Faith (Loki Caprion and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>17-02-2009, 00:49:00</strong>
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				He watched her as she left, trying his best not to outright stare at the most naked flesh he had ever seen of a woman.&nbsp; He swallowed, shaking his head of the thoughts he began to have as she left him to himself in her chambers. He had to wonder just why Beth would leave him alone amongst her belongings.&nbsp; With a sigh, he decided that he would at least have to stay here for the night; he could not risk traveling in foreign lands under the cover of darkness without any knowledge of the locality. <br><br>James removed his hauberk and tabard, folding them properly and placing them on a relatively debris-clear section of the floor to act as his pillow for the evening.&nbsp; He set his chainmail aside, then stripped off his tunic beneath, leaving him shirtless.&nbsp; He noticed himself in the mirror for a moment, wearing only his breeches.&nbsp; Indeed, Beth was assuming correctly about James' endowment; that much was clear through his remaining garment.&nbsp; He turned his back to the mirror to lay his sword beside where he would sleep, the reflection now showing the criss-crossing of long-healed scars that ran down his back.&nbsp; As he removed his boots, he felt himself remembering something.<br><br>He stepped out of Beth's bedroom, looking at the outside environs, hoping to find the strange woman once more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Question of Faith (Loki Caprion and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>17-02-2009, 02:09:06</strong>
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				Across the hallway there be her bathroom. It was usual with its toilet, sink but the thing she loved about the bathroom was the claw footed bath tub. Made her feel like she was the Queen of the World because of it and she started to play with the nozzles to heat up the water with one hand. Phantom squirmed in her arms trying to get away from the water. "This is not for you, boy," she whispered, kissing the top of head. The one thing that was her puggle's achilles' heel was the fear of being bathed. No matter how much he had been bath as a puppy, the little guy could not handle water now. <br><br>When Beth found Phantom at the shelter, she had to come to a decision. Beth had to choose whether to spend twenty dollars of her bartending tips on a puggle where she would have to eat cereal, peanut butter sandwiches and milk for the next two weeks until her next check or tips came in. When she had seen her now Phantom in the box with black and white patches, especially a white patch which covered the right side of his face she had fallen for him and ate water and sandwiches to be able to use the money for cereal to buy him puppy food. She nursed the little guy and had a bed made for him out of old baby clothes and when he cried, kept him in her bed next to her. He was trained and knew when to not to make a lot of noise at night. <br><br>Right now, he squirmed a bit and yipped to inform her someone was in the hallway. Still in her underwear, she placed the little guy down and he shot off like a bullet to find the stranger. The dog growled and sniffed when he came upon the Templar Knight. Phantom enjoyed when the men and women his owner had came around a day or two because he the dog of the house and no one was going to upsurp his role. "What is it?," she asked, crossing her arms over her chest at the stranger. What did he have to ask of her before she went off to bathe?<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Question of Faith (Loki Caprion and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>17-02-2009, 02:22:26</strong>
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				James blinked again at the mostly-naked Beth, still trying to get used to the apparent lack of nudity taboo in this present day.&nbsp; He blushed as he forgot his words for a moment, then noticed the little dog running up to him.&nbsp; He smiled immediately, stooping down to old out his outstretched palm for Phantom to sniff.&nbsp; James always had a love of animals, and most of the creatures got along unnaturally well with the Templar; the others in the order always thought him strange for that.&nbsp; As the puggle sniffed at James' hand, he smiled up to Beth.&nbsp; From her angle, she could now see the scars that hashed across his shoulders and down over his back.<br><br>"I felt... that I should have introduced myself properly..." he noticed, again, that she was quite bare, making it hard to concentrate. "I'm James. James Reginald, of Cambridge... and... when you have finished with your..."<br><br>He paused, noting the steam coming from the bathroom. "By God, what's going on in that room?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Question of Faith (Loki Caprion and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>17-02-2009, 03:34:05</strong>
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				Beth noticed the scars when he bent over to play with Phantom. Phantom for the most part was playing well and not trying to start a growling riot with his throat. With the people she invited over for quick fucks, she put him in the bathroom to keep him from biting someone's ass. Again. After that little biting incident, she closed him in the other room until the male or female left her bedroom to go back to their own place. Phantom licked at <br><br>"Scarification? I saw a few people into that but nice lines," she replied, motioning to the scars placed across his shoulders and down his back. People were into that sort of thing but for her she was more about tattoos. She had a few in different places, guessing he had seen them on her feet and lower back. Glancing back over her shoulder, she laughed. "It is steam and I am taking a hot bath," she replied, chuckling a bit. This was amusing her beyond all hell get out. James Reginald of fucking Cambridge was asking her about steam and god what a fucking night this was becoming.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Question of Faith (Loki Caprion and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>17-02-2009, 03:49:01</strong>
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				He smiled as she laughed at that, giving Phantom a last pat on the head before he stood once more. He didn't understand what scarification was, so much, but he gathered it had something to do with the wounds on his back.&nbsp; He shook his head, looking grave for a moment, but returned that smile to it's original warmth and good nature. "I... forgive me, again, for I know you must think me mad. I am certain that had I met a man claiming to be from a thousand years hence, I would think him mad as well. However... could I perhaps take just a look at this?"<br><br>He gestured to the bathroom, wanting to see what sort of sorcery was involved with making the water so hot it could steam, yet smelling no smoke from any such fire to heat it.&nbsp; He had to learn these sorts of things, if he ever wanted to have any hopes of discerning a path back to his own time period.<br><br>"And perhaps we could talk about a few things? After your bathing, of course, milady."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Question of Faith (Loki Caprion and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>17-02-2009, 05:18:09</strong>
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				She watched him play with Phantom. The little guy was a whore for tummy rubs and she always gave him tummy rubs. Now this one was trying to get the 'Templar Knight' to play with him a bit and get a few rubs out of the deal. Lucky little thing that he was that Beth loved her puggle enough to keep him around. With other people she got rid of them and let them head back to their places.<br><br>At first, she thought he was talking about her breasts or something else on her. However, when she looked towards where he was really pointing towards, Beth felt like a vain bitch. What? Once in a while she picked up someone in a bar who wanted to explore her body with their lips, tongue, hands, even their feet which had been a first and last experience for her. She wondered what he might be into and crooked her finger for him to follow her.<br><br>Beth nodded though she let him know that she needed her bath to get rid of the make up and the oils from her hair. "Come on, not shy about people seeing me," she replied, padding back towards the bathroom. Hell, he might even think about telling her the truth and let her know where he was from and if he was riddled with diseases. Though he did look fucking hot without anything but some sort of pants. Hell, she even noticed the damn outline of his cock and it made her fucking mouth water at the thought of sucking on it. Down, girl. Down.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Question of Faith (Loki Caprion and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>17-02-2009, 05:35:27</strong>
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				James smiled at that, for it meant that the whole world had not turned into a bunch of disrobing heathens; just this one woman.&nbsp; Although as he looked at her, he could not help but feel appreciative of the beauty of her body.&nbsp; Indeed, Beth was a gorgeous woman, even with her strange hair and odd demeanor.&nbsp; James entered her bathroom, and his eyes went wide at all the things that simply did not exist in the dark ages.&nbsp; There was a tub with water flowing into it as if a stream were running through the metal rods that protruded from the floor.&nbsp; A basin under a mirror with the same sort of odd water-making device.&nbsp; And just what was that strange-looking chair?&nbsp; It looked most uncomfortable.<br><br>As he entered, little Phantom followed as well.&nbsp; He chuckled and stooped down, picking the puggle up to rub it's belly; James really did get along well with animals.&nbsp; "I thank you for admitting me into your home, milady. I will repay you in kind, once I am able, I swear it."<br><br>He looked up at her again, with a smile, but that caused him to take in her whole body, again.&nbsp; That strange feeling went up along his spine, and the object of Beth's desire twitched just a bit within his pants, becoming somewhat aroused from the new sensations.&nbsp; Over twenty years of having never been touched, the cock had indeed just awakened with a mind of it's own.&nbsp; <br><br>"So, this apparatus can produce hot bathing water whenever you desire? This is truly a miracle!"&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Question of Faith (Loki Caprion and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>17-02-2009, 07:35:59</strong>
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				Leaning on the edge of the tub, Beth checked the termperature of the water. It was not that hot and not too much that it could scald her. One thing she remembered was scalding herself the first time because she had not realized this water could heat up fast enough to catch her off guard. Ended up with a reddened bottom which Beth put a cold compress to bring the inflammation down and been a bitch to sit down. Felt like she took the European guy in her ass all over again and what a painful experience it had been. <br><br>"Hot, cold and," she teased, turning a knob to stop the tub faucet's and come out with the showerhead. Laughing, she changed it back to the faucet and threw in a few balls that would foam up and make it a bubble bath. She played with a few of the bubbles, enjoying it like a little girl would with a bottle of blow bubbles. <br><br>Her dog was now a whore for tummy rubs. He was enjoying everything he was being given by the James dude. Beth could not remember the last of his name and would just call him Just James. Those eyes of hers caught the state of Just James's arousal. Fuck, she really needed to know if he was carrying some disease or fucking AIDS. Beth asked him if he ever fucked anyone, leaning over to kiss the indentation of his cock. Right now, this was her place and she could do anything she liked and if she wanted to kiss his cock through his pants, she would damn well do it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Question of Faith (Loki Caprion and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>17-02-2009, 07:43:55</strong>
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				James had a good grip on Phantom as he rubbed the dog's belly; and that's very lucky for the pooch, because he was not expecting what happened next.&nbsp; He assumed Beth was about to show off some more of this mystical water machine when she knelt down before him, but instead he let out a gasp as she planted her lips upon his manhood, albeit through his breeches.&nbsp; He couldn't remember exactly what she asked, but it seemed to amount to, as far as he could tell, her wanting to know of his past sexual relations.<br><br>"Until this eve," he said, his voice coming out raspy, "I've never had any doubts about my vow of celibacy."<br><br>Those doubts were clearly overriding his morality; the kiss she'd planted on his shaft forced it to spring to full attention.&nbsp; It looked as if it threatened to burst from his pants as that red blush spread from his cheeks, clear down to his shoulders.&nbsp; There could be little doubt that this man was, very likely, the thousand-year-old virgin.<br><br>"But... why do you ask, milady?" he cleared his throat, trying to regain some composure.<br><br>Confession.&nbsp; He had to keep remembering every little sin committed for his confession.&nbsp; The thoughts he was having were taking a heavy toll upon his mind, and the scent of those strange bubbles coming from Beth's bath were not helping matters any.&nbsp; He shifted a little, leaning against the wall as he became quite light-headed; his blood was flowing elsewhere.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Question of Faith (Loki Caprion and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>17-02-2009, 20:32:53</strong>
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				Beth enjoyed the sound of a male who took pleasure from having his cock kissed. Sure, she kissed him through his pants but a man could still feel that nonetheless. "Celibate? Poor guy, here in San Francisco, you are a rare find," she teased, a hand reaching out to stroke him through his pants. What could she say? Beth was a damn tease and to find out Just James was a celibate brought a whole slew of ideas to her pretty, corrupt head. A slew of things she could test him out in but for right now she needed a bath and from his own body odor, he needed one just as badly. <br><br>"Undress and get into the tub, you need it just as much as I do," she ordered as she ignored his second question. Beth would get to it but right now the pair needed a bath and Phantom needed to leave the room for a bit. Who knows he might enjoy what she had to offer if he was celibate. However, another question rode through her mind. Even if he was a celibate, did it also mean he was a virgin? Hmm, he could be by the way he reacted to her but then she guessed the lack of stimulation did that to a male. Strange to find there was a celibate here in San Francisco. San Fran was known for its oversexed population where any and everyone should have a few partners to warm their beds.<br><br>Once more, her eyes flickered towards his pants, licking her lips. "Are you a virgin?," she asked finally as she removed the last piece of clothing from herself. Her underwear slipped down her legs with ease and she kicked them to the side, proud of her naked body. Hands on her hips, she cocked a head at him to see if he enjoyed what he was given free range to look over. Beth was never one for forests between her legs and constantly waxed to get rid of any unsightly hair. Hair in teeth was always a turn off and she asked her own fuck buddies to keep the forest trimmed or removed completely.<br><br>Turning in a circle, she wiggled her bottom before she walked back towards the tub. A few flicks of her wrists and she turned off the water and placed a foot inside. "Ahhh," she sighed in pleasure, glad to feel the warm water on her skin. Slowly, she slipped into the bath tub full of bubbles. She looked over to see if Just James was making head way. "Get your naked ass in this tub, now."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Question of Faith (Loki Caprion and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>18-02-2009, 01:41:26</strong>
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				He heard her say something about his celibacy, but he was far too enamored with her motions to really hear it.&nbsp; Her fingers upon his cock, even through his breeches, was too intense for him to concentrate.&nbsp; As she released the grip on his member, he sat Phantom carefully back down on the floor, his head spinning.&nbsp; He could feel his erection pressing tight against his pants; of course the Crusader had felt that hardness upon waking, some mornings, but it had never reached this sort of full potential.&nbsp; As she asked him to undress, his blush intensified, and his dick twitched. She wanted to bathe him? <br><br><em>"Are you a virgin?"</em><br><br>The question managed to get through the haze of arousal that was encroaching upon the Templar's mind, his eyes blinking a few times as he managed to formulate a simple "yes" in response.&nbsp; His hand reached out to steady himself against the wall as his other worked to unlace his pants, as if in a trance. God forgive him, he wanted this, now. He wanted to lose himself to this heathen woman. He would have much to say, once he returned to the confessor's booth.<br><br>Never before had he been so tempted to stray from his path. Could the power of the Adversary truly be so strong as to sway his faith? Or, perhaps, was the power of God simply not as strong as the Church would have him think?&nbsp; The answer to that question didn't matter as he watched, very closely, as Beth stripped away the last scant piece of clothing her beautiful little body was wearing.&nbsp; His eyes were immediately drawn to her hairless sex, and they widened at the sight.&nbsp; He had only seen statuary and portraits of nude women, previously; he had no idea that they truly did not ever grow body hair such as men did.&nbsp; He could not help but stare, finding the sight more than a little erotic.&nbsp; So entranced was he, in fact, that he didn't notice that Beth actually held herself still, allowing him to drink in her petite form.&nbsp; He silently prayed to see more, and that was granted when she turned to display her ass just as proudly; God granted him that one prayer in his moment of weakness.<br><br><em>"Get your naked ass in this tub, now."</em><br><br>Those words snapped him to attention, and he quickly dropped his pants that he had unlaced some time ago, stepping from them.&nbsp; His legs bore a few more scars on the thighs, but for the most part were clear of any marks.&nbsp; They also bore very little natural hair growth, though he was far from what Beth's lower body looked like.&nbsp; He sported a small patch of hair just above his manhood; trimming or shaving of the body hair was unheard of in the 1100s, after all, but he was far from looking like a Sasquatch, when unclothed.&nbsp; If Beth looked down, and surely she would, she'd be greeted to the sight of James' impressive girth, fully aroused and seeming to point directly at her. <br><br>He was struck mute by her command, but he could find little will to resist the lovely creature's wiles.&nbsp; He moved past her, tentatively stepping into the most blessedly delightful feeling of warmth he had felt yet.&nbsp; He let out a gasp of surprise at the water's feeling upon his skin, but he paused as he considered the situation. "Ah, milady? How should we... I'm not entirely certain if I can fit, you see..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Question of Faith (Loki Caprion and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>18-02-2009, 06:50:38</strong>
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				Laughing, she crooked her finger up at Just James. When she saw his cock, damn. No, not damn but holy motherfucking hell. That was a nice sized cock to be bouncing around in his pants. He was a virgin and he never had sex? Bull shit. He had to have someone on the side or at least sucking him off. There was no way he was a virgin in the ways of intercourse. Maybe he was sexually experienced in oral and anal but she doubted he was a virgin in everything. Just James was merely fucking with her.<br><br>Now the next item to think about was the damn porn bush he was sporting. Just James reminded her of those gay seventies porn stars who went all out with a bushy crotch that covered the cock. For Beth, she enjoyed men without forests growing between their legs because it saved time having to move hair around to find a cock and having to pull hair out of one's teeth. With Just James if he got rid of the damn bush, he could even have a business in the porn industry. Wait. Was he gay? Nah, he was aroused when she licked and touched him through his pants.<br><br>"Your ass can fit in here and I need to help you shave that fucking bush," she commented, pointing towards his crotch and then towards his chest. "That too." Even if it was a little bit, she wanted it gone along with his legs. First, she wanted to get in on his crotch and maybe tease him a bit while she was doing that. She even patted the water above her to give him a sign all was good. "Now before I have to pull you by your dick to get you into here," she threatened slightly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Question of Faith (Loki Caprion and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>18-02-2009, 07:01:13</strong>
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				James nodded as Beth told him, in no uncertain terms, that she was going to shave his body hair off.&nbsp; In his mind, that explained just why her body looked as it did, now; perhaps there was some modern reason for the removal of hair, but there were far too many other questions about this era that he had for his new landlady; after all, his chastity was in danger! This was no time to be considering the merits and flaws of losing hair that none would ever lay eyes upon.<br><br>None other than Beth, of course.&nbsp; <br><br>As she demanded, again, that he entered the tub, he heard her threat with a bit of wonder; why was this woman so very obsessed with his penis? For all her bawdy banter, was she, too, a virgin?&nbsp; That would explain, perhaps, some of her eagerness.&nbsp; If the Devil so wanted to corrupt the minds of the innocent, she may have felt outcast and shamed by her virginity.&nbsp; After not even a brief second of thought, he dismissed that idea.&nbsp; She was simply a very wanton woman who craved her desires to be fulfilled.&nbsp; And, against all better judgment, James wanted to see what those desires would be.<br><br>A sigh of resignation was the only verbal response Beth received from her demand, but the Templar obeyed the lady. He awkwardly entered the bathtub with her, blushing furiously as their skin touched under the water whilst he sank down into it. Oh, but it did feel so very nice; the water and her soft skin, together, sent another jolt of sinful glee through his body.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Question of Faith (Loki Caprion and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>18-02-2009, 22:48:05</strong>
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				Beneath her eyelashes, Beth watched Just James as he entered into the bath tub with her. She felt his skin against her and small goosebumps arose on her skin. Yes, she enjoyed when she felt her body come alive around those she was interested in and right now she was interested in Just James. Beth washed her face of the make up she wore, removing every last bit of the different colors she wore tonight. Green, red, black, yellow, looked as if she had every color of the rainbow on her face but the water helped to wash it all way. <br><br>"Tada," she replied as she washed herself until her own face appeared behind the make up. Her face was clean and smooth but too light that is easily became sunburn. She hated to apply sunblock but if she did not, then huge red splotes would appear on her face and not the best look to have while she flirted with the hunky men and women of San Francisco. However, right now the only hunky piece of ass she wanted was having an interesting time in her bath tub. He seemed fascinated by the water and even how it felt to press himself against her own skin.<br><br>At the thought of skin, she smiled and reached behind her towards the accessories of bath items she had in her bathroom. In the waterproof box, she had the essentials for any female to have to make a good time out of a hot bath. She had razors to shave any particular area that started to grow furry on her. Ooh, she even had a waterproof vibrator that could be used as a strap on vibrator if she placed it against the cock of any lover. Eyeing the vibrator, she glanced over to Just James to see if he was interested in what she was looking through in her bath box. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Question of Faith (Loki Caprion and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>18-02-2009, 22:57:05</strong>
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				James was almost so entranced by the feeling of such luxurious water upon his body that he barely noticed the touch of his skin against Beth's.&nbsp; That is until the woman snapped him back to reality with a strange exclamation of "tada."&nbsp; Blinking up at her, he suddenly became keenly aware of every part of his body that touched upon her's. He took in a little gasp, for now Beth looked even more...<br><br>"... beautiful," he said aloud, before he could even catch himself.<br><br>He felt his blush rising once again, but that could easily be attributed to a flush of the skin from the strange and aromatic waters that surrounded the pair.&nbsp; He shivered, despite the warmth of the situation; and it was only growing warmer.&nbsp; He was quite thankful that at least for now, his more private areas were submerged and, at least he assumed, inaccessible. Without the strange facial colouration, Beth looked almost like a lovely female he may have even seen in his own time, save for that strageness in her hair.&nbsp; He swallowed roughly, feeling his mouth suddenly quite dry.<br><br>As the woman started to rummage through things behind her, he saw a vast array of... well, James wasn't very sure about any of what he was seeing at all. They looked like possible alchemical components, perhaps; she was a Pagan of some sort, after all.&nbsp; He was completely clueless as to what may have been in store.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Question of Faith (Loki Caprion and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>18-02-2009, 23:49:37</strong>
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				<em>"...beautiful"</em><br><br>He called her beautiful? Nah, he had to be into the cheesy comments from the 90s, only someone who had no clue how to pick up a female would use those pick up lines. Oh wait, he was a virgin, how funny Beth thought as she turned on the vibrator and it started to hum in her hands. "Do you know what this is?," she asked, holding out the vibe towards him to hold on to as long as he did not drop it. If he did, hell, she have to get out of the tub and grab the extra vibrator she bought in case the first died or was broken on accident.<br><br>While she held out the vibrator towards him with her right hand, her left hand was grabbing the razor and the scented shaving cream she used to get rid of any unsightly hair. For Just James, he might need the whole fucking bottle. Not only was he hairy between his legs but it looked to be coarse and matted. Matted? How in the hell could a guy let their man bush get tangled and matted like a dog's hair. She really hoped she found nothing scare between his legs other than his cock. If she saw any bit of lice or crabs, she was kicking his ass out.<br><br>"Alright now sit up on the edge and hold on to the shower head pipe. I am going to remove your body hair because it is not something females admire anymore, most of all me. Hate it," she shudded, shaking her head at the thought of sucking a male off and coming back with hair in her teeth. Fuck that. She enjoyed suckling the head of a cock without coming back with disgusting hair in her mouth or poking her eyes out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Question of Faith (Loki Caprion and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>19-02-2009, 00:01:29</strong>
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				James had no idea what this buzzing thing was that Beth was offering.&nbsp; In fact, he couldn't even begin to <em>guess</em> what it was.&nbsp; He reached out to take it with both hands, blinking as the object vibrated between his fingers.&nbsp; He kept a hold of it, though, looking most intrigued by it.&nbsp; He noticed she was grabbing what looked to be a small t-shaped wand of some sort, and a colourful can with a most unusual stopper atop it.&nbsp; He let her about her business as she looked back to the shivering thing in his palm. "Strange," he commented, offhandedly.<br><br><em>"Alright now sit up on the edge and hold on to the shower head pipe. I am going to remove your body hair because it is not something females admire anymore, most of all me. Hate it."</em><br><br>He looked about, then stretched his body out of the tub so he could sit above the water, as requested.&nbsp; This was an odd sort of fashion, but nothing about this Godless time seemed to make any sense.&nbsp; And why was he still holding this thing?&nbsp; He was thankful, at least, that his erection had subsided, so that was one less thing to be embarrassed about; it was bad enough that this woman was constantly looking and touching his most private of areas.&nbsp; He carefully balanced himself on the edge of the tub, his legs spread a bit to keep him from falling one way or the other.&nbsp; While his hair was rather tangled, true, he was not infested there.&nbsp; With one hand still clutching that mystical device, he reached up with the other to grab around the protruding rod that was shown to create rain.&nbsp; He'd have to look more into that, later; it looked most refreshing.<br><br>"How do you play to go about this grooming, milady?" he asked, unsure.&nbsp; She was an innkeeper and a groomer, it seemed.&nbsp; It was no wonder she could afford such luxurious appointments!
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Question of Faith (Loki Caprion and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>19-02-2009, 03:59:57</strong>
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				Beth had to stop herself from laughing as she turned to watch him eye the vibrator as if it were nothing more than a piece of paper. She guessed he was that virgin enough not to even realize he held a vibrator that every other day went inside of her cunt and made her come like a mad woman. A good bet placed that he would drop the vibrator or throw it aside if he found out what it was used for. "You do know that vibrating strange thing is something a female uses to stimulate her sex as in her cunt," she mentioned, waiting for him to freak out about it while she set up the things needed to shave his hairy crotch.<br><br>Another thought came to mind. If he had a hairy crotch, then god damn it, Just James would have a hairy set of balls. A bit harder to shave which meant he would be bitching about having it waxed and crying like a little baby. "Now I am going to spritz your hairy crotch with some shaving cream, smells nice and do not fucking move," she ordered, looking up to him as she eyed how to go about it. Every man who had themselves waxed no matter how tough they all were ended up crying like little bitches. Hopefully, this one had the guts the shut the fuck up when she started to shave and wax away the rest she could not get with her razor. <br><br>Carefully, Beth took his cock in one hand, moving it aside as she started to spray him down with her shaving cream. She wanted to get every bit of hair and was not taking any fucking precautions. She teased him as she covered him with the cream, stroking his cock every once in a while. "This will make it easier to shave you down," she replied, flicking her tongue across her lower lip as she eyed his cock out of the corner of her eye. God, she wanted to take that down her throat and have him fuck her mouth like that. Nothing more and nothing less for him to do that. She would get what she wanted but she had to clean him up before she did it. "Would hate to have hair in my mouth when I put my lips to your cock like this," she demonstrated, kissing the flaccid head but flicking her tongue rapidly over it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Question of Faith (Loki Caprion and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>19-02-2009, 04:23:28</strong>
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				"Stimulate... sex..." he turned bright crimson at those words, looking back to the 'magic wand' in his hand.&nbsp; He heard her words, and he understood what she meant.&nbsp; Yet he still couldn't fathom <em>how</em> that device could possibly simulate the experience of sexual intercourse.&nbsp; Being a virgin, James tried to imagine just where vibration comes into play, once a couple entered the bonds of coitus.&nbsp; Instead of ridding himself of the blatantly heretical device, he studied it more closely, intrigued by it.&nbsp; He heard her instructions not to move, and he thought that to be a very good idea; shaving one's face was dangerous enough. He could only imagine the dangers of shaving near the genitals.&nbsp; Of course, he still saw no straight razor, so he'd no idea how Beth planned to go about this hair removal process.<br><br>Then came the next touch upon his cock.&nbsp; It wasn't meant to be arousing, this time, he was certain of it, but the effect was the same.&nbsp; As she moved it aside, he could feel himself stiffening in her hand.&nbsp; However, as her lips touched over the bare flesh of his cockhead, he grew fully erect almost instantly, gasping as he watched her tongue rubbing over the end of his manhood.<br><br>"M-milady?" he stammered out, his hips lurching toward her a bit reflexively.&nbsp; He could feel something building inside of him, already; he had never experienced an orgasm in his life, but he could feel <em>something</em> struggling to break free.&nbsp; James wanted to feel that tension release, and every brush of tongue over his rod was driving him rapidly closer to that goal.&nbsp; The Templar could only hope that Beth knew just what she was doing, for he was utterly clueless as to what would happen once that feeling came to it's climax.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Question of Faith (Loki Caprion and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>19-02-2009, 05:51:36</strong>
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				"Stop calling me that," she whispered as she placed the razor to the side. Fuck shaving him for a few minutes. What she wanted was to have his load down her throat. God, oh how she took His name in vain almost all of the time. Fucking God, she wanted Just James's spunk down her god damn throat and fill her stomach with the warm semen. What could she say? She was a cock sucker and fucking proud of it, bitch. Whoever hated her for her love of sex should really give her a chance to fuck her and see if they could still say the same thing afterwards. <br><br>Wrapping her fingers around the base, she started to stroke him a bit eyeing him. "Fuck, you are hard as a rock," she replied as she pumped her lips over the head of his cock. Of course, he was a virgin and he would be coming any second now from this pleasure. Once in a while she came across fast ejaculators but ones who came because it was their first time was a special thing. Might have to write this down for the pleasure books that Beth had started to write. She wanted to write down every sexual partner she had and the experience with each individual. Hopefully, one of these days she could sell the manuscript and pay off her debts.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Question of Faith (Loki Caprion and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>19-02-2009, 06:30:08</strong>
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				And there it was; finally, Beth had taken matters quite literally into her own hands, which was that desire that secretly gnawed at the back of James' mind.&nbsp; The shock of learning that the thing he held was once in Beth's cunt was nothing compared to this, and indeed the vibrator slid from his fingers and into the bathtub below.&nbsp; His hand also released the shower pipe behind him, for he could no longer control his body as it was subjected to his first sexual experience of his life.&nbsp; Those soft lips wrapped around his cock, and the woman's skilled fingers working along his girth... these sensations were far too much to bear for the formerly-chaste Templar.<br><br>Both of his hands grasp onto Beth's head, not even a conscious motion on James' part.&nbsp; As she pleasured him, he felt that building tension reach a crescendo, and did not understand his own actions.&nbsp; When he felt his orgasm come crashing down upon him like the voice of God Himself, James held Beth's head still as he thrust his head forward. A chivalrous man would not have so crudely shoved his cock down into a woman's throat, but Beth was quickly turning James from the path of the light.&nbsp; He did not push his entire thickness into the woman's mouth; doing as such would have sent them both splashing into the tub, after all.&nbsp; The heathen woman did, however, get her wish. James let out a loud cry of something in Latin, his thick cock pulsating in her mouth as he unloaded his first-ever blast of hot cum down the girl's throat, his entire body shivering with ecstasy.<br><br>God could not possibly call such an act sinful; the pleasures wrought from this were the closest to the Divine that James had ever felt.&nbsp; He wanted more.&nbsp; He slipped slightly out of her mouth, only to thrust back in again; the second wave of his orgasm pouring into her mouth.&nbsp; Had he been in any sort of control of his body, James would have been more gentle in fear of choking the petite Pagan. Instead, the Knight's hips thrust a few more times, each with it's accompanying squirt of warm fluids into those waiting lips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Question of Faith (Loki Caprion and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>19-02-2009, 18:55:21</strong>
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				Beth smiled around his cock as his hands were felt against the back of her head. She knew he could not resist thrusting himself down her throat. Actually, she enjoyed to have a man fuck her mouth and throat, urging his hips forward until he could not take it anymore before she brought him off. Some females hated to swallow and usually spat out the come but for Beth it was like a nice drink of water. Well, the water was fluidy white but it tasted great nonetheless.<br><br>Keeping her head still, she opened her mouth wider and slipped her tongue beneath the underside every time he thrust in and out of her. <em>Give it to me</em>, she thought as she let one hand come down to tug on his sack. For some men it heightened the pleasure and she wondered if he would arch up and give her more of his tasty cock. Right now, she ignored feeling his bristly man bush against her face but she would get stubble born from it. One of the more reasons she enjoyed both males and females to be shaved and/or waxed below the belt. <br><br>When he finally came, she swallowed him down greedily. God, it fucking tasted great almost like ambrosia. There was no fucking way his fluids could taste like red wine. She had to be imagining things as she continued to suckle his cock as if it was water. Beth kept her mouth open, glancing up and him and smiled around his thrusting cock. This felt like she was on her knees receiving the holy chip and the wine though the ironic thing was she was on her knees receiving hot cum from a man who said he was holy and tasted like wine. How fucking funny. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Question of Faith (Loki Caprion and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>19-02-2009, 20:25:20</strong>
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				James felt faint as the woman knelt before him, her mouth greedily devouring his thrusting shaft.&nbsp; He looked down at her through his orgasmic daze to see her eyes on his, and by God she was <em>smiling</em>. She was gaining pleasure from this act, somehow, as well. Again, the Templar had to question if perhaps the Church was keeping some things from the masses; such absolute pleasure could not possibly be a sin. He felt a tug upon his sack below, which startled him enough to thrust himself entirely down the woman's throat, and brought forth a surprised moan from James. It seemed as if his cum supply was never ending, and Beth was milking him for every last drop.<br><br>As the Knight finally began to wind down from his climax, he once more settled on the edge of the tub.&nbsp; Curiously, his hands stayed gently upon Beth's head to keep her mouth around him for a moment; that warm feeling of her tongue against the underside of his cock and her lips gripping around it was a sensation he didn't want to soon be parted with. He did release her once he had relaxed again, his eyes watching his partner as she seemed so gracious to please him. <br><br>"Mi--Beth," he corrected himself, speaking breathlessly, "I've never felt such... such rapture, before. You have given me lodging, bathing, and now this... I am very much in your debt."<br><br>He bowed his head slightly, though he could only wonder what sort of things the lady of the house would ask for as some repayment for her gratitude.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Question of Faith (Loki Caprion and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>20-02-2009, 04:40:43</strong>
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				Fuck her sideways in a clown suit because he was fucking huge. She felt a bit of him in her mouth but down her throat, he could make a killing as a porn star. Maybe he had done some porn and tried on this act to forget what he might have done for the money. Could he be gay for pay kind of porn star? She knew there were a few places around here that filmed and hired adult film stars and knew a few people who were paid to act a certain way in scenes. One of her friends, Wanda, was paid to be a lesbian in several of the scenes but it paid more to sleep with men but she enjoyed the female much more.<br><br>For Beth, she enjoyed males more often than females and right now she was enjoying having Just James's cock down her throat. Flicking her tongue over the head, she removed his cock from her parted lips and sighed. Wiping the sides of her chin, she winked up at him before she reached over to grab the razor and the bottle of shaving cream to pick up where she left off. "Don't worry about a lick and hold on to the pole again," she commented as she shook the can and sprayed his crotch again to get it all ready to be shaved and made hairless. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Question of Faith (Loki Caprion and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>20-02-2009, 06:03:39</strong>
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				He swallowed again, trying to regain his bearings as he watched her lick his cock clean of his seed. What the hell just happened, here?&nbsp; He shook his head, trying to clear it as he reached his hands behind him to grab that pipe once more.&nbsp; His post-orgasmic haze started to clear as she lathered that strange, but very pleasant foam into his pubic region.&nbsp; His spent organ went flaccid once more as she worked over his entire area.<br><br>"That feels rather pleasant," he commented offhandedly.&nbsp; <br><br>As Beth set about her work, James moved his legs to get a bit more comfortable.&nbsp; His foot brush against her side a bit, but he found himself rather liking that feeling of her skin touching his.&nbsp; Not wanting to give in too much to his instincts (look at the trouble they've already caused!), he held Beth's hips with his ankles, in a strange kind of embrace with his lower legs.&nbsp; He kept looking down at her, unable to get the image of his cock in her mouth out of his mind.&nbsp; It was all over so quickly... did it actually happen, or did he imagine it?&nbsp; It felt so very real, yet the amount of fluid that came from his organ couldn't have possibly been taken down her throat so effortlessly... surely she would have gagged or recoiled or... anything other than wiped her mouth and went about her business.<br><br>James began to ponder not only his Church Doctrine, but his sanity.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Question of Faith (Loki Caprion and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>21-02-2009, 06:07:45</strong>
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				"Being shaved? I bet after getting your dick sucked, everything is fucking peachy," she teased as she started to work on getting rid of the all of hairy fur that was the crotch man bush. Even now, she could not believe she went down on him knowing she could have gotten poked in the eye by his curly bush or gotten a few in her teeth. Still, she managed to get out of it with no problem and had him coming all over her tongue. Beth did not know how she felt about whether or not he was crazy or an actor but he would tell her the truth in time. In San Francisco, there were people who wanted to leave their old lives behind and take up new ones like herself. Really could not blame him for wanting to forget his past.<br><br>Slowly, she started to work from the bottom and slid it up towards his belly button. She barely made it a third of the way there before she had to rinse out the razor in the tub. A bit gross but since she was done bathing and had done what she needed the day before in shaving the water would be drained out. She made sure she remembered to put in the hair catcher in the plug of the tub to catch any hair from clogging up the pipes. "You are like a damn sasquatch down here," she commented, going back in to shave the rest of the him slowly and carefully. Hate to cut off the one thing she might enjoy about him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Question of Faith (Loki Caprion and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>21-02-2009, 07:13:54</strong>
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				James made very, very sure to stay very, very still as she used that strange little wand to pull the hair from him.&nbsp; He could tell, now that there were simply small razors affixed to the crossbar of the wand, which was shaving the hair from his body. An interesting contraption, he supposed; most likely this was to prevent the accidental removal of the genitals while the modern folk went about their strange body-hair removal rituals. As she commented on his hairiness, he scowled a bit. "Much has changed in a thousand years, it seems, for this sort of thing was not at all the norm."<br><br>However, he found the sensation oddly refreshing.&nbsp; The places where his hair was removed, the skin felt more sensitive and fresh. He imagined how Beth's lips would feel upon such a place, but he suppressed those thoughts as well as he was able.&nbsp; He spread his legs a bit more as she worked, allowing her access to wherever she chose.&nbsp; The cool air running past his exposed, now-hairless flesh sent a pleasant shiver through his body; he now understood why such a thing was fashion in modern times. <br><br>"You... normally do this to yourself?" he asked; may as well make some conversation while she was tending to him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Question of Faith (Loki Caprion and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>22-02-2009, 05:06:40</strong>
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				This time she rolled her eyes in annoyance at him. This whole being from the past was starting to become tiresome. He needed to tell her the truth before she started to think he really was a crazy fellow who needed to be locked away and heavily medicated. Her own mother had tried to lock her up and have aversion therapy to fix her desires for sin. Sin? Being bisexual was not a sin to Beth. It was who a person was and not something medication or shock therapy was going to fix. Beth was who she was and either people took her for what she was or there was the fucking door and do not let it them in the ass on the way out. <br><br>Glancing up at him quickly, she smirked as she continued to make progress on his bush. She managed to take the 2/3 she could not get on the first try. Still, it took her five swipes of the razor to get those 2/3 but she was fucking satisfied. "Yes, I shave and wax if I cannot get certain areas like the bikini line because I hate to have razor bumps on it," she commented as she shook out the hair in the razor before she started on a new section. Damn, he was a fucking sasquatch she thought to herself. Good thing she was here or he would have kept growing it until he needed a afro pick to keep it tamed. Hell, if he wore boxers this shit would be poking through and over the seams of the underwear. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Question of Faith (Loki Caprion and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>22-02-2009, 17:05:58</strong>
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				James noted that annoyance on Beth's features; some expressions were universally understood, after all.&nbsp; He had no doubts that he had been transported to another time, for everything was far too strange and the woman took it far too casually for this to be anything but a thousand years in the future.&nbsp; He wondered where San Fransisco, California was.&nbsp; It sounded Spanish.&nbsp; Somehow, James had been transported to Spain. This woman must have been a sort of scholar, then, for she spoke English perfectly. However, he wanted to make sure she did not revoke her hospitality.&nbsp; He assured himself his only interest was a safe place of lodging until he could find a way back... but as he watched her tending to him so gently, and remembered the feelings she had given him... no, no. James pushed those thoughts from his mind; he could not allow himself to have any sorts of those feelings. Any unchaste activities he partook while trying to get back home were simply necessary sins.<br><br>He stayed quiet as she worked on him, now, to avoid offending her again; another universal truth is that you do not want to anger a woman holding blades near your genitals.<br><br>However, he could not hold back his words forever, it seemed. His nerves were still a bit on edge at the rapid succession of events for this "day". A hidden chamber where the church kept sacrilegious secrets, a beautiful pagan woman that seemed to have more of a good soul than she let on, his first orgasm of his life, and now he was being shaved all over. At this point, James was prepared for nearly anything.<br><br>"This... feels rather nice," James commented, his voice more quiet now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Question of Faith (Loki Caprion and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>23-02-2009, 21:15:56</strong>
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				Beth was fine without conversation. Conversation was something she tried her best to get the fuck away from. It ruined the mystique of anyone she might potentially want to fuck. A pretty female or a handsome guy Beth had the inkling to fuck would hate to hear anything stupid and racist coming out of their mouths. Sure, there were racists and bigots out there but she would still fuck them so long as they did not go into a tiring speech and ruin the moment. While Just James popped up into her apartment, she still wanted to fuck him even with his crazy notion of being a Templar Knight. <br><br>Maybe finally, Beth was starting to lose it herself to even think of having this psycho around her but she had the razor in her hand and could easily have cut off his balls and what hairy balls Just James had. However, she did not because she had no experience whatsoever in suturing and cleaning up a bloody mess to stop him from bleeding out if she tried to go Lorena Bobbitt on him. She managed to get a few more lines of air from his crotch becoming a bit grossed as the water started to have more floating hairs surrounding her. Not something she wanted to have near her anytime soon.<br><br>"I think I am going to step out of the tub and just get on my knees but you are going to have to lean back against the pole," she instructed as she removed herself from the tub. She flicked off a few pieces of hair that managed to stick to her skin and Beth tried her very best not to retch as she found a patch of his hair on her breast. Quickly, she wrapped one of her fluffy towels around her before she got on to her knees to finish the shave. If only her friends could see her now with Beth on her knees in front of a male who was gorgeous but crazy as she shaved him with clumps of hair floating helplessly in her tub. What a fucking night.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Question of Faith (Loki Caprion and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>23-02-2009, 21:33:10</strong>
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				As Beth continued to shave him, James heard her make some comment about her getting out of the tub. <em>"I think I am going to step out of the tub and just get on my knees but you are going to have to lean back against the pole."</em> He was hardly paying attention, at this point; the relaxing sensation of her tending to him caused the Templar to go into his own reverie, of sorts.&nbsp; The silence between them was oddly comfortable.&nbsp; In fact, James reasoned to himself, everything about this situation should have been patently <em>un</em>comfortable, yet there they were.&nbsp; Two complete strangers from miles and centuries apart, nude together in... what sort of chamber would one even call this? It didn't matter. James knew this was not normal, for where and when he came from.&nbsp; He had a sneaking suspicion that this was not normal for this time and place, either.&nbsp; Beth was not normal.<br><br>James found himself surprised as he realized just how much he liked that.<br><br>Had Beth been any sort of normal person, even in his age, he would have been tossed out on his ear.&nbsp; People do not simply <em>appear</em>; if they do, it's quickly branded an act of witchcraft or other chicanery so deplorable (or insane) that the company of one who enters in such a manner would not be welcome.&nbsp; At first, he was not welcome, of course; he was attacked.&nbsp; Then he was perhaps <em>uncomfortably</em> welcome as Beth began to beg for a sexual touch. Now, it seemed, they were at least on friendly terms.&nbsp; After all, she did take his seed down her throat as if she were starved for it.<br><br>That came to his final thought on the matter: Chastity. Why would God demand it of his most devout followers? Why would he make such demands of those who wanted to fight in His name? Why should one be <em>punished</em> from enjoying such pleasures, when the lay people have no such restriction? It seemed wrong, and perhaps even more wrong than anything else.&nbsp; He remembered the days of his youth. He remembered the lash of his father cracking down across his back whenever he'd made the smallest transgression.&nbsp; He remembered being sent to the monastery, for being far too sinful and questioning of that man's authority. He remembered wanting to become a Templar, so that he could help other children who were like him, and set them right in their ways before their fathers could inflict the same harshness upon them.<br><br>He blinked as he felt these strokes of memory paint images of the past on his mind, and the portrait was beginning to form; some puzzle that was tugging at his mind to be solved, a mystery that James did not even know to exist. Some--<br><br>The ministrations of the lovely Beth seem to have stopped.&nbsp; He refocused on the world around him, looking back down at Beth.&nbsp; His expression was one of drowsy confusion, like one awakened from a dream that was far too real.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Question of Faith (Loki Caprion and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 19:14:28</strong>
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				"Done," she answered as she reached over to unplug the tub but placed the catcher in the drain hole to catch the clumps of hair. Whatever did not make it to the catcher and stuck to the sides of the tub, Beth would go at it with the rubber gloves she had under the sink. She let Just James he could get a towel from the rack on his left as she headed out of the bathroom, Phantom coming up to lick the water from her feet and legs. He was a weird dog to do that but as long as Phantom did not try anything funny, Beth let him go on with his weird antics. <br><br>In her bedroom, Beth turned on her television near her bed and started to change into her clothes but not before she dropped her towel on the floor. Just James had seen all of her in the bathroom and doubted he was shy around her now. Hell, she had his hard prick between her lips and his cum down her throat in the short span of a few hours. Fuck, was it just two hours? Hmm, a bit slutty if it was any other person but she knew her limits. Maybe it was the fact she had not had sex in two days but she ravished Just James's cock as if it were her favorite lollipop flavor. Mmm, cockpop. Just the image of his cock being a lollipop made her lick her lips in rememberance of how it felt to have his cock between other parts of her next time.<br><br>Beth listened to the television news report while she dressed for bed. She wondered if there would be a news report about a psychotic sword-wielding mental ward patient who escaped from the local hospital. A bigger laugh if it was Just James because at least she could call up the people in white to come in with their butterfly nets and take the 'Templar Knight' away to fight the Crusades in his own padded wall. Instead, she was given a rude awakening as she caught the intro to the report.<br><br><em>In archaelogy news today, the legend of the Templar Knight and his disappearance has been verified by the British Archealogists Association. Legend has it a young Templar Knight disappeared off a few weeks into the Crusades. Before his last few hours of disappearing, other Knights came upon the ring worn by official Templar Knights and a book of some sorts. The book has been rumored to be the Scrolls of Merlin, known in the Arthurian legends who was fathered by an incubus and a human. Here we have a portrait of the missing Knight...</em><br><br>Beth had turned just then and collapsed back on to her bed. No. The portrait looked eerily like Just James but that was impossible. As she listened to the news report it even revealed the name of the missing Templar Knight. It was Just James's name and Beth smacked her face to get some sort of reaction out of herself. "Who is Just James?," she questioned to herself as she inched back on her bed to reach over for her pepper spray. What the fuck had she gotten herself into?
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Question of Faith (Loki Caprion and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 19:36:31</strong>
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				James sighed to himself as Beth left him to sit on her tub.&nbsp; He looked down at his now hairless body, tilting his head as he examined this new look. It was a refreshing feeling, though he had to wonder just what it would feel like when his hair began to grow back. A cringe crossed his features as he quickly set that thought aside, leaving it for when it would happen.&nbsp; He looked around for a moment, then took the towel from nearby to pat himself dry.&nbsp; He found it so much easier to dry himself without all that hair in the way; he could get used to such treatment.<br><br>He wrapped the towel about himself clumsily, finally padding out of the bathroom, where he noted Phantom sitting out in the hallway.&nbsp; He stooped down to pick up the little dog once more, giving him more of those belly rubbings that he seemed to crave.&nbsp; The excited reaction from the little creature brought another smile to James' lips as he carried the dog along with him back to Beth's room.&nbsp; "Playful little thing," he commented offhandedly as he entered her room to hear another person seemed to be in the room with him; or at least another person's voice speaking from some strange glowing box.&nbsp; The box seemed to light up with a portrait... of James himself.&nbsp; He gasped at that, staring in awe as he held Phantom. Sadly for the dog, the belly rubbings had ceased for the moment.<br><br><em>... legends since having arisen of James Reginald having abandoned his title so that he could live with a heretic he had fallen in love with. Validity of these statements comes into question by the academics, being as no remains that could be identified to match James Reginald had ever been discovered, to this very day.</em><br><br>"What is this?" James asked, looking to Beth, now. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Question of Faith (Loki Caprion and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>28-02-2009, 04:23:16</strong>
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				This had to be some sort of twisted joke going on to fuck with her mind. It had to fucking be because Just James looked exactly like the James Reginald or whatever the fuck his name was picture on the television screen. Beth knew she was not going crazy because she felt she would know the exact second when her mind would implode on herself. Know just when her mind gave way and she started to go psychotic on anything and everyone around her. Right now, she felt it might start to happen if this was not some stupid trick.<br><br>"Who are you?," she screamed at James as she palmed her pepper spray. How fucking funny for this to be deja vu of having to defend herself all over again when he arrived. Only this time, he might be a real Templar Knight and she was the crazy one to have gotten involved in this. Her eyes went to Blank who fussed in Just James's hand. Beth needed to get Blank away before she sprayed Just James in the face or risk Blank becoming sick from the ingredients. <br><br>Taking a shaky breath, Beth shouted out, "Put Blank down and back away, James!" He needed to get away from her because this was not happening. A Templar Knight was not in her room who a few moment ago she shaved down. Who not only did she shave but motherfucking gave a blow job to which only made things a whole lot fucking worse. Had to be a some sort of twisted dream. Shaking her head, Beth tried to blur the image of Just James in front of her but there he stayed while she felt sick to her stomach. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Question of Faith (Loki Caprion and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 19:49:58</strong>
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				James saw a very strange change in Beth, and it occurred to him that perhaps his thoughts of partial demonic possession weren't entirely inaccurate. He didn't want to release the small dog from his grip; he wanted no harm to come to the poor creature from whatever the demon was trying to do to Beth. His eyes remained steady on the woman, one arm cradling Phantom (or Blank; whatever it's name was) as he walked carefully toward the woman. He tried to smile reassuringly, speaking in very even, calm and cautious tones.<br><br>"Beth," he said gently; she wanted him to stop calling her milady, and he thought that was certainly her speaking, rather than the demon, "I am not here to harm you. Let me help you, please... there is nothing I am hiding from you. I implore you to please sit and we can rationally speak of your problems."<br><br>He had no idea if these sorts of words would have any effect on Beth. James wanted to release Beth from whatever had a hold on her, and attempted to speak to her directly, hoping that the willpower of the young woman would override that of whatever had tormented her so. James, himself, was starting to feel desperate; he could feel that there was a good, decent woman inside of her. He did not want to have to abandon her to any sort of torture that may be inflicted upon her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Question of Faith (Loki Caprion and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>06-03-2009, 03:43:49</strong>
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				"I said I told you to put the god damn dog done!," she screamed as she held out the can of pepper spray in front of her ready to spray away if he harmed her Phantom. He could try and come after her but if he touched any hair on her dog in anger or in retaliation she would show him a world of pain. Once more, she looked towards the screen to see the story continuing on the television screen. Again his portrait was shown in the same clothing he had worn went he popped up into her room. God Almighty, wait, no God because God had no place to bring this Holy Man to her house of ill repute. <br><br>Her problems? He wanted to talk about her problems? What about him? He could possibly be from the time of the Crusades and he needed to chat over a cup of tea, crumptes and discuss her own mental problems? This guy had to be fucking kidding her. What about his own fucking problems? He popped out of nowhere and he could possibly be a Crusader who she just gave a blow job to not too long ago. Alright, now she needed to stop on this whole sexcapades if she was willing to fuck an old geezer like him. Naw, he was not too much of a geezer, just way out of her age range. Just James was looking at being in the hundreds and that was way over her cut off limit.<br><br>Backing away from him, she made the motion once more to go after her cell phone but this time she eyed him. "The television is reporting a Templar with your fucking name!," she yelled, still in shock that maybe this was all a dream. Beth would wake up in the arms of a lover who she would then kick out of bed to tell him or her to go back to their own place to sleep. Yes, it was all a fucked up dream and she was the god damn tooth fairy. Somehow, this was starting to make sense and yet no sense at all. How fucked up was that?
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Question of Faith (Loki Caprion and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>07-03-2009, 21:51:04</strong>
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				James looked with wonder at Beth as she brandished... something at him. He wasn't sure exactly what she was holding, but he had to assume it was some sort of weapon. He had no intentions of harming the dog in his arms; on the contrary, he was holding poor Phantom to keep him safe from the raving lunatic that Beth had become. She screamed something about a report, but her accent and the strange words she used made little sense to the time-displaced paladin. He didn't want to have to take Beth down (again), though he was more than certain he could. James wondered if mood swings like this were normal in the modern day.<br><br>He took a deep breath, looking down to Phantom for a brief moment, then back up to Beth. "Alright," he continued in a very gentle, calm tone. In his mind, he had already worked out a dozen different ways to neutralize this situation through force, and thankfully only two would bring harm to Beth. Oddly, none would damage the dog. "Alright," he repeated, "if you just sit down and put down that... weapon... we can discuss this calmly. I implore you, for everyone's safety, remain calm."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Question of Faith (Loki Caprion and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>12-03-2009, 20:28:32</strong>
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				Why was he not listening to her? Did he not know that she could very well sting him in the eyes with the pepper spray? She would do it and feel no remorse for doing so at all. Shaking on the side but angry on the outside, she moved around on her bed to get as close to him but far enough he would not reach out and grab her. This might harm Phantom but if it got James to explain things or to even leave her in peace than it was worth a shot. "Why do you look like the god damn person on the screen, Just James?!,' she screamed out again as she put both hands on the pepper spray.<br><br>She hoped this was all some sick and twisted fucking dream. He could not be from the time of the Crusades. Had to be some dream conjured up by her psyche or maybe even another god damn hallucinations. However hallucinations did not have real, beating heart or even a thick and large cock that shot out cum down her throat. Even thinking about his cock made her wet but she knew he could be as old as the mummies and she fucked a dead person. Was he dead and some reanimated corpse? Just thinking he could be a dead corpse brought back to life made her sick to her stomach. Beth could very well fucked a corpse and now had corpse cum in her stomach. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Question of Faith (Loki Caprion and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>15-03-2009, 19:16:46</strong>
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				What did she just call him? That was a peculiar sort of thing to say, but everything about this woman seemed to be deranged beyond comprehension. He cradled Phantom carefully, leveling his gaze at Beth in hopes of somehow making her rational. "Moments before I came here, I had discovered a book, which seemed to have some sort of bewitched quality. I had read a passage from the book aloud that promised to show the To Open the Path to Heaven. It created a door made of blue light, and when I stepped through I landed right here, whereupon you proceeded to react much like you are right now. I implore you to please not force us through that debacle once more."<br><br>He did take a step back, however. Whatever she was holding must have been something dangerous if she continued to grip it in that fashion. He remembered, vaguely, that she'd been gripping parts of his own anatomy in a similar way not long ago, and was perplexed by her sudden change in attitudes toward him. What about that strange, illuminated box displaying his portrait could be so infuriating?
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Question of Faith (Loki Caprion and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>22-03-2009, 22:22:45</strong>
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				"Open the Path to Heaven? Do you know where you landed? This is not Heaven, Just James. Not fucking at all. You are in the 21st fucking century in a city where debauchery is its middle name," she explained, shaking her head at all of this. Fuck, she could not believe she was taking part in a conversation such as this close to midnight. For fuck's sake, she knew she could participate in stupid talks about how the moon could really turned out to be a hunk of cheese with holes in it or even the fact Bush should go into porn; all of this while she was under the influence of psychodelic drugs or alcohol. However, she had not smoked a doobie in a good four hours and now she wished she had lighted up before Just James's arrival.<br><br>One hand came back to rub her forehead for another fucking headache was starting to show up. He had to know that people in his past where looking for him and wanting to see if he was fine or not. "The t.v. is showing images of you, of how you disappeared and are some sort of myth, Just James. Fuck, I knew I should have kicked your ass out," she answered as she rubbed the sides of her neck. Now her muscles were starting to tense up and she hated when it happened because usually hyperventilation soon followed. How could he not realize people were looking for the whereabouts of a mythical Templar Knight?
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Question of Faith (Loki Caprion and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>22-03-2009, 23:00:14</strong>
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				Debauchery. 21st Century. Just James? Why does she keep saying that? It didn't matter, as he knew she was speaking true, and it seemed she was starting to believe him as well.&nbsp; He seemed to relax, no longer worrying if he'd have to take any sort of physical measures against the smaller woman.&nbsp; He did not want to harm her. Even when she'd attacked him, all of his efforts were focused on restraint and neutralization of threat. Now she seemed to be shifting from her aggressive stance into one of vulnerability, and thus the Templar felt he had to be most careful.<br><br>"That was a thousand years ago," he said quietly, "long have been the years since the search for my person has ended, I believe. You've no reason to fear me or any consequence of lodging. I only ask for temporary sanctuary whilst I find some method of transport back to my own time."<br><br>His deep brown eyes showed a hint of fear behind them; not that she'd attack him, but of where he had found himself. No amount of training could prepare the knight for a leap of this magnitude. "I'll do anything you ask," he added, quietly.&nbsp; <br><br>And he was still stroking the poor, confused dog in his arms.
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