Royal Relations (snowleo84 & camille)
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				Title: <strong>Royal Relations (snowleo84 &amp; camille)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>snowleo84</strong> on <strong>30-01-2011, 10:26:10</strong>
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				Arthur loved the smell of victory - so much that he hadn't even taken off his armor before proceeding to the palace from his camp. His soldiers were rejoicing in the camp, and wine was flowing freely. The rebel province had now been taken back as part of his father's, or rather <em>his</em> kingdom. His father would have been proud of his skills in the battlefield, and his decisions off it. He'd made sure justice was served swiftly and decisively.<br><br>He had expected his uncle to be his guide and mentor after his father had succumbed to injuries from the last battle. But as it turned out, his uncle didn't even wait for his return before making his first move - pouncing upon a large province in the south and declaring it as his own kingdom. Arthur, upon his hastened return from the scholars' academy, had convened a meeting of the generals and the ministers, and assured them that a sudden attack was the last thing his uncle expected from a young prince thrust onto the throne. And the plan had worked.<br><br>But what happened next shocked Arthur to the core. After the victory speech to his soldiers, he'd made sure the generals took the rebel province's generals into arrest, and arrangements were made for the dead soldiers' funerals. A wise old minister would be chosen to be this province's duke, to take care of the king's interest here. What remained was his uncle to be presented to him and then to be banished to prison. His uncle requested for a private conversation, for the sake of their blood relation. He'd agreed and met his uncle alone in a tent in his camp. Uncle had kept sobbing at his feet, saying he was blinded by his greed, blaming his wife for having incited him, asking for forgiveness since he was family. And then while Arthur was starting to feel conflicted and considering shortened punishment, his uncle had taken out a concealed knife and charged at his neck. Arthur was young, and well-trained, and it took a few moments for him to overpower his mad uncle. He could have had him arrested, but he hated the despicable man in front of him and felt no love as a nephew. He'd made it swift, piercing the heart with his blade. And then he headed to the palace.<br><br>As he and his generals walked through the palace halls, the guards and the palace help bowed to the new king. They reached the queen's chambers, and he turned to his generals and asked them to leave him alone. They seemed unsure of letting him go in all by himself, the queen had a reputation as an impulsive lady, and her husband had just tried to kill him, and was killed by him. But he smiled and assured them he'll take care of himself. He ordered all the royal maids to leave the queen's chambers, and entered. The queen was sitting on her chaise lounge, facing away from him. <br><br>(http://us.123rf.com/400wm/400/400/sorsillo/sorsillo0910/sorsillo091000020/5643149-a-beautiful-blonde-woman-with-a-flower-in-her-hair-is-siting-on-chaise-lounge-turned-with-her-back-t.jpg)<br><br>He took a deep breath and said, 'Aunt Sofia, I'm afraid I bring bad news.'
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				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Relations (snowleo84 &amp; camille)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anesa</strong> on <strong>30-01-2011, 18:50:12</strong>
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				Sofia was in a dark mood that day.&nbsp; Most of the castle servants had already left, but the loyal few who had remained behind were keeping their distance from the queen.&nbsp; Earlier, wails of torment could be heard outside the closed door of her bedchambers.&nbsp; The sound of glass smashing and splintering against the inside corridors brought instant fear, and compassion, in their hearts.&nbsp; As the wife of the newly banished King, her temperament was foul and disparaging, to say the least. But now, as she sat on her chaise looking out the window, she seemed calm and unabashed.&nbsp; It belied the rage that still boiled so deep just beneath the surface.&nbsp; It bordered on insanity.<br><br>She knew this day would come.&nbsp; She had told her husband he was a fool.&nbsp; It would be only a matter of time before the young heir to the throne, Prince Arthur, would come do his bidding.&nbsp; It would be through heated arguments she would try to convince him he was walking on thin ice, that the Prince would come for him if he didn't try to reach some sort of a treaty.&nbsp; But the King dismissed her continuous warnings.&nbsp; He was too busy dallying with the tavern wenches and filling his belly with strong drink than to worry himself over a snotty little scion of the royal family.<br><br>Her marriage to the King was much of a sham from the start.&nbsp; She did not love him, but she loved being queen and having all the perks that came along with that.&nbsp; She was twenty years his junior, and it was her youth and unmatched beauty that had ensnared him.&nbsp; Oh how he loved her.. at first.&nbsp; But her unrelenting need to control him and&nbsp; her tiring impudent behavior left him distant and full of regret. She found herself being left alone in the palace much of the time and she grew cold and lonely. <br><br>Hearing her nephew enter her chamber, she turned a steady gaze toward him.&nbsp; A wary smile slowly crossed her full, beautiful lips as she heard young King Arthur's voice.&nbsp; She lowered both feet to the floor as she gracefully turned to sit facing the young man. “Forgive me if I don't get up to“bow” to you, my Lord.” She failed at hiding the disdain in her voice, but continued on.&nbsp; “I hope you will find it in your heart to have pity on your aunt's plight and perhaps leave some of her dignity intact”.&nbsp; She waited for him to tell her that her husband was now in prison, locked away for good. She braced herself for what was now to be her fate.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Relations (snowleo84 &amp; camille)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>snowleo84</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 23:28:58</strong>
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				As his aunt turned around, Arthur was struck by her beauty and youth - this was his uncle's crown jewel. She was more beautiful than any queen he'd seen, an angelic elegance defined her features. She was of a color flowers aspired to be, her skin seemed smoother to him than any of the silks those oriental merchants came loaded with, and her eyes had the power to convey a thousand words with a mere glance. He had never met his aunt, he'd just heard of his uncle's nuptials while he was training at the academy. And fate was so cruel as to make him the bearer of bad news, as also the cause of it, on their first meeting.<br><br>Arthur breathed a sigh, closed his eyes trying to rein in his wandering mind, braced himself for what was to come, and said in a serious tone, "Dear Aunt, how fortunate that we finally get to meet. I couldn't be present at your royal wedding, and having heard about you, always wanted to pay you a visit when I returned after completing my training. But recent developments left me no choice, and here I am, visiting you whilst being unable to gift you anything, but horrible news."<br><br>He paused a little, deciding how to soften the blow to her. And continued, "Uncle's greed was destined to make him fall. Had he continued as the Duke, the family would have overcome the grief of the king passing away, and our kingdom would have stayed strong. I was looking forward to learn the ways of a king under his guidance. But his need to usurp power made him lose his mind. And his greed didn't let go of him even after he was defeated and captured. He was presented to me, and appealed for forgiveness. For a moment, I was considering banishing him to a far off province, but letting him lead a comfortable life. It was then, Aunt Sofia, that he charged on me with a concealed dagger."<br><br>He paused again. No words occurred to him, to put before his aunt, the cruel fate of her husband, dying as a traitor and a deceitful relative. He remained silent, clutching at his sword, trying to break it to her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Relations (snowleo84 &amp; camille)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anesa</strong> on <strong>01-02-2011, 21:56:15</strong>
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				Sofia listened as King Arthur began to speak.&nbsp; The noble statesman stood there in gallant armor, but the somber note in which he spoke seemed to lessen his threatening appearance.&nbsp; &nbsp;His aunt had heard that the prince was well-favored among the young maidens and as he continued to speak, her eyes held to his extraordinarily handsome face.&nbsp; She rose slowly and walked over to the cabinet to retrieve her drink, keeping a steady gaze on the king, listening.&nbsp; Her eyes showed little emotion as she raised a crystal glass to her lips, taking a long drink of the warm red wine, watching him over it's rim. What he was saying about his uncle was the truth. He was a selfish, greedy, incorrigible man. But still, she did not want to see him suffer, even if it was by his own hands. <br><br>The long pause revealed to her what it was the king was struggling to tell her.&nbsp; Her husband was dead.&nbsp; His nephew had killed him. She was now not only a mere peasant, but also a newly widowed one. She felt the rage and desperation return.&nbsp; She felt defeated.&nbsp; All that she knew and all that she had hoped for was lost.<br><br>Or was it?<br><br>She regarded the king for a moment, and then walked toward him, her steps slow and seductive, stopping just at breasts length before him.&nbsp; A wanton smile spread across her soft, trembling lips. Her face, warmed by the sweet red wine, moved closer. “My dear sweet nephew”.&nbsp; She paused for a moment.&nbsp; Her liquored breath fanned across his face.&nbsp; She reached for the hand that lay against his weapon,&nbsp; pried it gently away and held it in her own.&nbsp; “You didn't have to kill him to claim me for yourself.” Her voice was sultry, intoxicating.&nbsp; She moved closer still, her body nearly flush with his.<br><br>With lightening speed and sheer determination, Sofia reached for the kings sword.&nbsp; Stepping back, she hoisted the sword out from it's sheath.&nbsp; With both hands clasped firmly around the hilt , she swung the heavy blade through the air, hoping it's sharp edge would find it's mark....King Arthur's neck.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Relations (snowleo84 &amp; camille)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>snowleo84</strong> on <strong>02-02-2011, 00:15:22</strong>
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				She'd stopped sipping her wine. Arthur knew his aunt had got his unsaid message, and he was sad for her. She didn't deserve a widowed life ahead of her, the poor soul. To think she was married into a powerful royal family a few months back, and was queen for a few days before losing everything. Life would be very hard from here on. <br><br>She started walking towards him, in what he thought was the slow walk of someone who's given up on life. But her hips swayed suggestively, almost as though she intended for him to watch. She came very close, and he realized she'd probably been drinking since earlier in the day. Suddenly, he didn't feel as much pity for her - this wasn't how a royal lady should behave, even in the worst of times. She held his hand and called out to him in her drunken haze, and mumbled something about him claiming her.<br><br>For a moment, he was distracted with her overpowering perfume and the drink in her breath enveloping him, while he was still trying to make sense of what she'd just said. Did she think he would be claiming her now? Was she so inebriated that she thought he'd own her and degrade her? And his attention wandered to her curvy body and her ample bosom... when suddenly he heard his sword being unsheathed. <br><br><em>Cunning woman</em>, he thought and swayed out of the swinging sword's way. He didn't have enough time to step back, and in spite of how alert and agile he was, he couldn't avoid the tip of the sword brushing right under his chin. He felt the prick, and was enraged at his aunt's foolishness. As she finished the sword's arc, she was exhausted and before she could pick herself up for another slash, he slapped her hard on her face. The sword fell out of her hands as she felt the slap and was pushed back a few paces. He charged at her, and slapped her again. He held her hair and pulled her face closer. Blood dripping from the cut on his neck, he told her, 'You've committed a grave crime woman, and you deserve a fate worse than your husband did. I won't let you die and escape, you'll live out the rest of your days in sheer agony, as a slave to me.' Hearing all the commotion, the guards had already rushed in.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Relations (snowleo84 &amp; camille)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anesa</strong> on <strong>02-02-2011, 08:33:12</strong>
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				She was not able to tell if the blade had made a connection&nbsp; She had foolishly miscalculated the heaviness of the sword, as well as the deftness of the swordsman.&nbsp; The momentum of her swing took her stumbling a few steps to the left.&nbsp; She was clumsy and ill prepared to use such a weapon, but she was so blinded by rage and just simply did not use good judgment.&nbsp; Before she could regain composure and ready herself to strike out again, she felt the first stinging blow of King Arthur's hand as it cracked down across her face.&nbsp; The weapon she held crashed to the floor and he came at her again, back handing her across the other cheek.<br><br>She screamed as the king reached down and entangled his fists in the long golden tresses of hair, hauling her painfully back up to her feet, wrenching her up close to him, his eyes glaring down at her.&nbsp; They were ablaze with fury.&nbsp; She had tried to kill him with his own blade. She knew her situation was dire and that she should beg the king for mercy. But her foolish pride and unwillingness to conform kept her silent.<br><br>Sofia could now see the thin trickling of blood as it trailed down his neck.&nbsp; She realized she had indeed cut him.&nbsp; His temper was raw and impassioned but he managed to keep himself gathered and in control of the situation.&nbsp; She listened as he told her how she would be punished for her offense.&nbsp; She&nbsp; knew she was going to pay for her stupidity.&nbsp; She was now at his mercy.&nbsp; She was now, his slave.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Relations (snowleo84 &amp; camille)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>snowleo84</strong> on <strong>02-02-2011, 23:09:48</strong>
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				Arthur was seething in rage. The guards were waiting for his orders to chain her and take her away, but no one dared to move a muscle before the king would speak. He had let go of her hair, but was still fuming. After a few moments, his breathing got slower, and he looked at one of the guards, and said, "Make arrangements for an animal cage. She comes to the capital with us, starts with our entourage tomorrow at dawn." The guard bowed and left, and the others did so too when the king waved his hand dismissing them.<br><br>He looked at his aunt, with contempt and with pity too, and confused, he went to the cabinet and poured himself some wine. He started, "I would have had you beheaded, but something inside me likes your loyalty. In spite of being a wise woman coming from a great royal lineage, and in spite of knowing how grave your husband's transgressions were, you risked your life to avenge his death. It is your love for your man which drove you insane, and I admire a woman with such strong feelings."<br><br>He took some more sips of the wine, neither offering any to his aunt, nor checking if he'd hurt her badly. "Aunt Sofia, the loyalty that saved your life today, might be of use to escape a life of unbearable shame and pain that awaits you when we reach the capital." He stood close to where she was sitting on the floor, towering over her. "It is time you realized that there's just one person in the world who stands between you and hell on earth, and started to fear and honor the master of your destiny. Else, on the third morning from today, you'll be sold to the highest bidder - for a few cents he deems your body to be worth."<br><br>Two lady attendants came in, bowed and said, "The cage is ready, my lord." "Take her away", he muttered with a flick of his hands. And then suddenly, he shouted, "Wait!" He told the attendants, "She can't be wearing the queen's dress in her cage. Get her something to wrap herself in." They bowed and left. He looked at his aunt, snickered and said, "Would the honorable queen kindly step out of her regal dress now?"
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				Post by: <strong>Anesa</strong> on <strong>03-02-2011, 05:04:18</strong>
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				The rage and contempt that was felt just moments earlier was now replaced with shock, shame, and complete humiliation.&nbsp; Sofia sat there, crumpled on the floor, head lowered, her body trembling.&nbsp; When the guards came busting through her door, in a brief moment of confusion, she had thought to order them to kill the young King Arthur. Then she realized that they no longer held any allegiance to her and that they were there to help him, their rightful king.&nbsp; <br><br>She sobbed quietly, using the back of her hand to wipe away the tears as they slid down across red swollen cheeks.&nbsp; Her lower lip held a small cut near the corner of her mouth, and she licked at the tiny amount of blood pooled there.&nbsp; Her nephew made it very clear that it was her choice.&nbsp; Either serve him and do as he demands, or live to regret it.<br><br>With the animal cage waiting, the attendants quickly gathered Sofia up from the floor.&nbsp; She raised her eyes for the first time since the altercation to look to both of them.&nbsp; They were the very attendants who had served her for some time now.&nbsp; She saw sadness and pity in their eyes.&nbsp; They held compassion for the woman whom they had known as their queen, and they treated her with the same gentleness and respect as always before. They were halted as they reached the door, King Arthur's voice stern.&nbsp; Sofia turned around slowly in utter disbelief when she heard her nephew tell her to disrobe.<br><br>“Please, Arthur” Her voice cracked and fresh tears began filling her eyes once more. “Don't do this, please. I beg of you”.&nbsp; Several seconds of complete silence passed.&nbsp; “Please!”.&nbsp; She hated to beg and she had told herself she would never bend her will to him.&nbsp; But her circumstances had changed and now he held all the cards. She pleaded with her eyes, her tears, her voice. But his cold, unrelenting stare told her he was not going to back down.&nbsp; She watched for any sign of mercy. He only stood and waited for the dress to come off.<br><br>Slowly Sofia slipped the straps of her dress over her shoulders. Tears fell from her cheek and splashed onto the floor as she began removing the gown. The shame of being forced to undress before a small gathering of people was horrific for her.&nbsp; Her body was visibly shaking.&nbsp; As the fine silk slid off her beautiful arms, past her breasts and down on to her waist, she raised her eyes to the king, giving one final plea.&nbsp; He merely smirked, seeming to enjoy the display unfolding before him. Only a thin piece of material, namely her shift, stood between her exposed flesh and his lust filled eyes.<br><br>A bit of anger returned to mingle in with her shame and she gave a final tug at her dress, pulling it past her hips and down her slender thighs before stepping out from the fabric.&nbsp; She continued to watch him as she undressed.&nbsp; With trembling fingers, she clumsily untied the top of her shift and reached down to lift it up by the hem, pulling it over her arms and shoulders.&nbsp; She dropped it on the floor along side the dress.&nbsp; Beautiful, soft mounds of flesh adorned her chest, the dark nipples stood taut.&nbsp; She saw his eyes trail down over her body, stopping briefly at her breasts, then to her flat, firm stomach and narrow hips, and lower still to linger on the juncture of her thighs where the last remnant of clothing remained.&nbsp; Her creamy white skin was of true perfection, the unmarred flesh inviting.&nbsp; The humiliation and embarrassment of it all had caused her blood to run hot.&nbsp; But it also caused a stirring somewhere deep inside her.<br><br>Inhaling deeply, she let out a long calming breath, lifted her head just slightly.&nbsp; With her steady gaze fixed on his, Sofia slipped out of the drawers covering her sex. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Relations (snowleo84 &amp; camille)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>snowleo84</strong> on <strong>03-02-2011, 14:45:21</strong>
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				Arthur watched his aunt cry and beg him not to bring her to shame, but he stared at her with cold, unforgiving eyes. He now knew how strong-willed she was, and wouldn't stop till he had broken her spirit completely. Only then would he be able to her master, in the true sense of the word.<br>He looked on, as tears streaked down her face, and she gave up and undressed slowly.<br><br>Her eyes still had a quantum of defiance as she got out of her shift. His eyes were met by a beautiful body. The smooth, lovely skin, the perfect bosom, as though sculpted right to the smallest detail, the slender waist - had his uncle not been blinded by his greed for power, he'd have spent every moment of the day relishing this body, and pampering his aunt. Her breasts were firm and shapely, and her nipples were so enticing that Arthur sighed and licked his lips. <br><br>As she got her drawers off, Arthur noticed she was looking into his eyes, and he knew she could see the lust in his eyes. His gaze then wandered to the treasure between her thighs. Her bush of black hair made him want to explore more there. He looked up and she was still staring into his eyes. He gave a wicked smile, as though announcing his victory over her, and sipped some more wine. He moved closer to her, and said "Look, there stands the former queen, now stripped out of her regal glory - a mere piece of naked flesh." He snickered, and then held his sword up and touched the tip to her breast, "An attractive well-proportioned piece of flesh, all the same." He flicked her nipples with the tip of the cold metal. And lightly tapped the breast with the side of his sword. <br><br>He then moved around to her back and looked down. She had the shapeliest buttocks and he couldn't resist, so he slapped her lightly there with the side of his sword. He noticed her body going rigid, and then slapped her again, a little harder this time. One of the attendants let out a squeak. "You may leave", he ordered them, without looking at them. And they bowed and went out, closing the door on their way out. He came closer to his aunt, and sniffed at her neck, and said, "Oh Aunt Sofia, I knew I was right in not killing you off!" And he laughed a maniacal laugh.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Relations (snowleo84 &amp; camille)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anesa</strong> on <strong>03-02-2011, 23:25:53</strong>
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				Newly widowed, her royal rank ripped out from under her, she stood before him, bare and completely vulnerable.&nbsp; She tried to scrape up any remaining crumbs of dignity and self-respect she could.&nbsp; She didn't want him to see the apprehension she felt, but as the young king neared her, she was certain he could sense her fear.&nbsp; She imagined she looked like some wild animal being cornered by it's hungry prey.&nbsp; Her hair was disheveled about her shoulders and messily strewn over her swollen cheeks. A dark angry mark had formed along the bottom of one cheek and next to it, a smear of dried blood.<br>&nbsp;<br>She wet her lips as she watched him bring the silver blade up slowly and purposefully to flick at her very hard and sensitive nipples. The cool blade pricked the puckered flesh there, the aeroles grew darker, more drawn and tight. His voice was smug, and she flinched at his words as she stood there&nbsp; listening.&nbsp; A crimson blush rose from her chest, up over her neck and across her lovely features as she struggled to remain still underneath his taunting play.&nbsp; Apprehension and humiliation was now being joined with another emotion, desire.&nbsp; The blush of heat in her face was matched only by the rush of heat forming in her nether lips.&nbsp; She felt the ache and the tightness between her legs. His attention to her naked body was causing an arousal that was becoming more insistent and more undeniable.&nbsp; <br><br>A quick rush of air expelled from her lungs as she felt the hard steel swat her rounded bottom.&nbsp; With a sudden jerk, her body tensed.&nbsp; The second swat caused her brows to draw together sharply, not so much due to anger, but do to the arousal she felt below, her folds becoming slick with her own juices. Sophia clamped her jaw tightly, daring not to say a word, trying hard to ignore the sensual feelings being brought on by her nephew's hands.<br><br>His breath, sweet from the wine, was warm against her flesh. Sofia turned her head slightly, putting some space between them.&nbsp; She closed her eyes for a moment, then tried to gain her composure. His mocking words and evil laugh was just the inspiration she needed to speak.<br><br>“I suppose I should thank you for the mercy you have given, my Lord”.&nbsp; No matter how hard her efforts, it was of no use to try to hide the contempt in her voice.&nbsp; She swallowed hard, stilled her voice from quaking as she kept her eyes locked on his. “I know I am nothing more than mere chattel to you.&nbsp; But is it too much to ask that you allow me<em> some</em> dignity?” Her voice was beginning to get loud, but she plowed on. “You are acting like a barbarian, not someone of noble standing.&nbsp; You are of no blood kin to me, but you are most certainly your uncle's nephew!”&nbsp; She spat out the last two words, making sure they hit home.<br><br>&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Relations (snowleo84 &amp; camille)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>snowleo84</strong> on <strong>04-02-2011, 22:20:59</strong>
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				Arthur smirked as he heard her trying to sound polite and yet enraged at the events of the day so far. He hissed, "Oh Aunt Sofia, this is what pulls me to you. I've never seen a lady exude such animal attraction, but you make every muscle of my body go crazy with desire, every time you try to defy the truth." <br><br>He was now standing behind her, so close at to be able to whisper in her ears. "And the truth, my dear aunt, is", he said as he brought a hand forward and squeezed her left breast, "even kings have weaknesses. I humbly accept you are mine, at this moment." He laughed, tweaking her nipple with his fingers, shamelessly. He licked her neck, a wet and slow lick. Her breast was a handful and her nipples were rock hard, so Arthur whispered, "Enjoying showing yourself to your nephew, Queen Sofia? Would you like a bigger audience?" And he laughed wickedly as he slapped her butt again, this time with his bare hand. <br><br>He came to stand in front of her, looked into her eyes, and said, "I'm sure you'd prefer being put in your cage naked as we move back to the capital. All those soldiers, bursting with lust, raping you with their eyes. Maybe you can pleasure a few with your hand between the bars of the cage." He was breathing heavily now, "You like the idea, don't you my dear aunt? " He taunted, as his fingers went down to check if she was wet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Relations (snowleo84 &amp; camille)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anesa</strong> on <strong>05-02-2011, 01:52:56</strong>
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				Allowing his aunt her dignity would have given her some thread of hope. But apparently that was not on Arthur's agenda.&nbsp; Each degrading word that came from his lips burned her like acid, and the arrogant smile he displayed towards her only infuriated her more. She quailed as he leaned over to lustily drag his tongue over her flesh.&nbsp; She held back the tears as he taunted her with his words and his hands. <br><br>She wanted to lash out, to scream, to cry.&nbsp; Every fiber of her being wanted to throttle him, and make him wish he'd never set eyes on her.&nbsp; But yet, every fiber of her flesh screamed for more, craved for his touch.&nbsp; Her body had betrayed her and it was no longer her own.&nbsp; It was true. She was attracted to the man who would now be king.&nbsp; <br><br>Sofia shuddered as King Arthur threatened her with the filthy animal cage.&nbsp; She could not know if it was merely a threat or if indeed he would follow through. But did she dare call his bluff? <br><br>“You miserable bastard!” Her voice was just barely above a whisper, but then it grew louder “You are the animal that needs to be put inside that cage!” Her passion was every bit as inflamed as his, her blue eyes were raging before him. “I would rather the mauling of the soldiers than suffer beneath your …...” <br><br>And it was at that moment, she felt his hand between her legs.&nbsp; His fingers were pushing up against her soft wetness.&nbsp; She cried out, “No!!” And with both hands, she grabbed his forearm to try and push him away.&nbsp; Without thinking, she reached up to slap him across the face.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Relations (snowleo84 &amp; camille)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>snowleo84</strong> on <strong>05-02-2011, 08:06:03</strong>
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				Arthur could feel the moist fold of her jewel box with his fingers, and knew she was aroused in spite of everything. His blood raced to his loins, and he wanted to put his stamp on his latest prize as soon as possible. She'd been trying to push his hand away, but somehow he felt she wasn't trying hard enough. And suddenly he saw her raising her hand to hit him.<br><br>She wasn't fast enough again and he blocked her hand and held it in his left hand, as his right was teasing her love lips, moving up and down, feeling the wetness. "Oh, Aunt Sofia is burning with rage? So much as to dare slap the king?", he asked her mockingly. "Then tell me, why do my fingers get a different answer, Aunt?" He was grinning wildly, and his fingers had become more active, teasing their way into her, but still not going in. <br><br>He didn't go in. He raised his hand from her privates to his lips, and licked them. "Mmmm, delicious, exquisite", he nodded and said, as he looked into his aunt's eyes. And then he stood back a little, and continued, "Aunt, being a wise woman, you know what choices lie before you, and I know you've chosen the path you'd like to take already. Your body has already warmed up to its new master", he raised his fingers as he said that, as though indicating that he had proof to what he'd said. "But in your heart, there still remains a rebellious streak, which can't be condoned. Rein in your heart, woman, learn to be able to master your joys and sorrows - only then can you be a loyal, selfless servant to the king."<br><br>He put down his sword, looking into her eyes as he did so, and came to her, "Aunt Sofia, the king needs a bath before heading off to sleep for the night, and a release too", he said, grabbing his crotch, and he was visibly hard. "So prepare the queen's bath for me, and be my bath attendant. Clean me up well and provide me release, and I may forgive you for your erring ways. And remember, another impetuous mistake from you, and I won't hesitate in throwing you to the drunk soldiers." He pointed out of the window to the group of soldiers drinking and singing around a fire.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Relations (snowleo84 &amp; camille)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anesa</strong> on <strong>05-02-2011, 22:48:25</strong>
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				His touch became more intense.&nbsp; Sofia felt him sliding along her aching bud, searching her out, his hand stilling her wrist as he pulled her closer, holding her against him. Her breath caught and she bit into her bruised bottom lip to keep from gasping wantonly. She felt so much shame. Arthur knew what she could no longer deny. <br><br>The wrangling of soldiers grew louder from below, and she looked toward the window, wordlessly.&nbsp; She knew she had to pull herself together before the king truly tired of her antics and something really bad happened to her. <br><br>Turning back slowly, their eyes met, and she held his gaze for a brief moment before speaking “Your Highness, my body may betray me beneath your hands, and I may have no choice but to serve as your slave and to cater to your every whim and pleasure, but I will have you know....” She paused and swallowed hard,&nbsp; keeping the tears at bay, “You shall never enslave my heart nor my spirit”.&nbsp; She then lowered her eyes, turned and walked quietly to the bathing room.<br><br>Her hands and fingers were still shaking as she began to release the water into the white marbled bath tub. She sat on it's edge, letting the water cascade over her fingers and hand, warming them. She moved over to a wooden chest, and there she found oils and spiced scents.&nbsp; Gathering these, along with some clean linens, she placed them on the edge of the bathtub.&nbsp; She poured the musky perfume into the bathwater, the scent enveloping her like a fog. A few lit candles lay along the edge of the smooth marbled surface, their dancing embers casting shadows across the dimly lit room.&nbsp; Fetching one of her husband's robes, she crossed the cool tiles and placed it on a wooden peg.&nbsp; &nbsp;Drawing her nephew's bath had been a welcome reprieve, as she was no longer under his intense scrutiny.&nbsp; <br><br>With the tub filled, Sofia returned to her room where King Arthur waited, “Your bath is ready, my Lord”.<br><br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Relations (snowleo84 &amp; camille)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>snowleo84</strong> on <strong>06-02-2011, 09:16:07</strong>
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				Arthur knew a warm bath would calm his mind and body, after a day filled with shocks and surprises. He had won everything that day - he was now a true king to his people, and he had a queen for a slave. That she was his aunt provided him some kind of twisted pleasure when playing with her body. She wasn't much older than him, but their relation made any physical intimacy taboo, and thus more erotic than any other for him.<br><br>He was suddenly faced with a new worry - once they reached the capital, surely his mother and other relations would recognize Sofia, and there was no way they'd let him treat her like this. And she wouldn't be at his mercy as she was now. If he revealed her attack on him, that would necessitate a hearing in his court, and for treason of the highest order, she'd have to be awarded capital punishment. Maybe, there was the answer to his quandary. <br><br>Sofia came into the room, now devoid of any clothing, or shame, or simmering anger, as someone who'd come to terms with her fate. He looked at her body, up and down, and noticed her nipples were hard. He smiled, and headed to the inner chamber. As she followed him, he said, "Aunt Sofia, what do you think will be the Queen mother's reaction, and that of others in the family, when they get to know of your failed attempt to behead me?" He paused, gave a small chuckle and said, "I may forgive you if your body serves me ably, but what of the other royal relations?" <br><br>He let her mind stew with the questions. As they reached the bathing chamber, he breather in the lovely smell of the perfumes from the bath, and said "You queens certainly know how to get a good scrub." He turned towards her, and said with his hands spread out, "Get me ready for the bath."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Relations (snowleo84 &amp; camille)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anesa</strong> on <strong>07-02-2011, 00:26:32</strong>
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				Following him into the bathing room, his aunt carefully considered his question.&nbsp; Yes, she remembered meeting his mother, the queen, at her wedding several years back. She had been very kind to Sofia and graciously welcomed her into the family. But what her nephew pointed out was true.&nbsp; She knew that the queen would not be so gracious to the woman who tried to kill her son, the heir to the throne.&nbsp; The king's words sparked more fear and uncertainty in Sofia's heart.&nbsp; <br><br>Her nephew waited to be undressed and readied for his bath. He had already removed his armor while she prepared the chamber.&nbsp; With bare feet, she padded across the cool tiles and stood before him, giving him a faint smile. She was trying hard to cooperate and to prove to him that she could be of value to the king, no matter how small. <br><br>She took his hands and guided them up slowly above his shoulders, taking note of their size and their strength. Releasing his hands, Sofia then reached down to lift the hem of his shirt, pulling the smooth linen fabric up along his torso.&nbsp; She tugged it over his muscular arms while he bent forward, lowering his head a bit to assist her.&nbsp; Pulling the shirt free, she let it drop to the floor beside them.&nbsp; Her eyes wandered down over to his chest and abdomen, noticing the light hair that spread out over his chest then becoming a small strip that trailed down his flat muscular stomach disappearing into the waist band of his pants.&nbsp; His build was magnificent.&nbsp; The contoured surface of his hard male flesh was too enticing.&nbsp; Sofia reached across and softly dragged her fingertips down the middle of his chest.&nbsp; She quickly withdrew her hand as if his skin had burned her.&nbsp; A hot flash of crimson colored her cheeks.&nbsp; She dropped her gaze, her eyelids at half mast, then slowly, she looked back up to see his reaction. <br><br>The bulge in her nephews pants had not gone unnoticed.&nbsp; His passion had been demonstrated earlier that day, and she knew his blood ran hot. Unfastening his trousers, she slid them over his narrow hips, brought them down to his feet and waited until he stepped out of each leg. She placed it aside and moved back up, giving herself a moment before removing the last garment.&nbsp; Unsteady fingers reached for the strings of his braies and she clumsily untied them.&nbsp; She tugged them past his hips and over his hardness.&nbsp; His manhood sprang out from it's covering, the thick shaft grazed Sofia's cheek as she crouched down, pulling his pants further down to the floor.&nbsp; She squatted there before him, waiting for him to step out.&nbsp; And she waited...<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Relations (snowleo84 &amp; camille)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>snowleo84</strong> on <strong>07-02-2011, 14:31:48</strong>
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				He noticed how Sofia had suddenly turned herself from a fierce jungle cat to a loyal maid. She'd been very meticulous in preparing the bathing chamber, and was undressing him in a slow, careful manner. Like an aunt should. Only his aunt was serving him in the nude, he thought. His eyes had been glued to her proud, erect nipples. He longed to suckle on them, as though, suckling his mother's breast. He was aroused that his aunt would be bathing him while both were in the nude. She wasn't much older than him, but he still wanted to think of her as his aunt, and of himself as the little nephew. Sofia could never have imagined the ways of his twisted mind, and would be thinking of herself as just a slave to his baser desires.<br><br>As she took off his shirt, Arthur could see his mother undressing him, like she did when he was about ten years old or so. He was very close to his mother till he was sent off to train in the ways of a king, and she'd let him be close. She'd bathe him till he was almost twelve, and he remembered the first few days as he was stepping into manhood. He'd been fascinated by his mother, and would try to steal a peek whenever she was changing or bathing. Even after he'd attained manhood with a royal maid, he couldn't get rid of the unholy desires he felt for the queen mother. And now, seeing Sofia like this, had stirred up his long buried desires.<br><br>She touched his chest, and he broke out of his reverie to find her blushing. He smiled, he'd already been successful in reining her ferocious passion, and now he knew she found him irresistible. As she looked up, he smiled and nodded, which he knew was the highest praise a servant should expect from her master. She took off his trousers, and as he pulled out each of his legs, he could see his mother sat down beneath him, naked. Then she proceeded to loosen his braies and slowly pulled them down. He was rock hard by this time, and he knew Sofia felt it on her cheek. She had pulled them down, and he knew he had to step out of them.<br><br>But he was spell bound by the image of his shaft looking at his aunt right in her face, and she sitting naked, willing to serve him in any way possible. And all his thoughts about his mother had fanned his desires. He looked at Sofia, straight into her eyes, and said, almost sounding like a kid, "Aunt, I need some help there." And pointed his eyes towards his erect manhood.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Relations (snowleo84 &amp; camille)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anesa</strong> on <strong>07-02-2011, 22:47:19</strong>
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				After waiting for an endless few seconds, Sofia looked up, questioning his hesitation at stepping out from the remaining garment.&nbsp; His manhood was looming just above her head, but she managed to look past it to search his eyes.&nbsp; They were very dark, intense.&nbsp; He commanded her gently with his words and his eyes, “I need some help there”. Her attention moved&nbsp; back to his hardened length.&nbsp; His aunt was about to pleasure him in one of the most intimate ways possible, and the thought of it rushed over her, making her own sex ache and pulse with fever.<br><br>Sofia repositioned herself there on the floor, kneeling on the plush mat, his extended phallus aligned with her face. Enclosing him with one&nbsp; hand, she looked up to her nephew, her tongue darted across both of her lips, moistening them.&nbsp; Without dropping her gaze, Sofia opened her mouth and guided him into it's warm recess. Her tongue began licking around the head of his shaft, sucking gently while pushing her lips a bit further down his length.&nbsp; Her eyes watched his, looking for his reactions.&nbsp; Her soft satiny hand slid up in a spiraling motion as she moved her lips back and forth.&nbsp; . 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Relations (snowleo84 &amp; camille)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>snowleo84</strong> on <strong>08-02-2011, 13:51:21</strong>
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				Sofia put herself onto the task asked of her with absolute dedication and practiced finesse. Arthur just loved the way she'd locked her eyes with him, wanting to feed off every emotion he showed while she was pleasuring him like his whore. He felt an intense wave of pleasure run over him when she wrapped her lips around his manhood, and before he could recover from the jolt, her tongue started its tricks on the head.<br>And her hand settled into a smooth motion, helping her move his member in and out of her mouth, while also rubbing it more.<br><br>He kept looking into her eyes too, her hungry stare arousing him all the more, as though she was loving all this and begging for more. He smiled a dirty leering smile, as though telling her she was nothing but a whore, and how he loved it. He'd never experienced this with a woman before, he'd always entered her below the waist. <em>So all that they said is perhaps true</em>, he wondered, thinking about his cousins, the princes of the neighboring kingdom, who had trained with him. They had told him of what the travelers said about the whores from the Persian lands and the far east. They had read scrolls which mentioned those women pleasing men with their mouths, and sometimes their anuses. They also sometimes served other women, his cousins had mentioned in awe. He'd discarded their stories as fantasies, but it seemed now that the queen had read some of the travelers' scrolls too.<br><br>He was still looking at her, and she at him, both reveling in the heat of their desires. He could see the lust shining in her eyes, and he wanted her to do more, to be a slave to that lust, to please him to the utmost. "You may touch yourself too", he commanded, and added, "but spread your legs wide so I can see." He was going to make her his puppet - making her do things as and when he wished - like a toy of lust. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Relations (snowleo84 &amp; camille)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anesa</strong> on <strong>08-02-2011, 20:38:57</strong>
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				With a few more downward strokes, Sofia came back up off of him, using just her hand to glide over the hardened shaft.&nbsp; Her own need was mounting and tormenting her.&nbsp; With Arthur's permission, she reached between her legs and found her tiny pearl thick and swollen. At the king's command, she spread her knees as wide as she could, allowing him to see her nakedness. The look on his face nearly pushed Sofia over the edge. She knew she was acting like a wanton whore, but she could not, would not feign now. She continued fingering her aching slit as he lustfully looked on.<br><br>While her hand continued to pump him, she moved her tongue over the crown, taking long wet strokes that washed over the salty skin. She progressed to the underside of his shaft, lapping her tongue over his velvety hardness.&nbsp; Stroking her drenched slit with one hand and palming him with the other, her movements remained steady and in unison. Sofia flattened her wet tongue along the underside of his length and moved back to the top to once more take him deep inside her mouth. She did not stop until she pressed the tip of her nose against his groin.&nbsp; She held him tight inside her throat as saliva filled her mouth, the warm spit coating his manhood. <br><br>She felt him slip further down into her neck and she gagged, her eyes watered, and she quickly withdrew from his entire length, coughing and sputtering, struggling to regain her breath.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Relations (snowleo84 &amp; camille)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>snowleo84</strong> on <strong>08-02-2011, 22:41:57</strong>
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				Arthur couldn't have imagined his aunt as a creature of lust, and yet here he was, watching her give in to her carnal desires. He envied his uncle, and smiled to himself as he thought - <em>I could have agreed to let go of his erroneous ways if only his wife would have asked for forgiveness like this.</em> The guilt clawing upon his heart after he had to kill his uncle was now gone, replaced by the thrill of victory, while he was enjoying the spoils. Or, it was the other way round perhaps - he could see his aunt swaying and moaning in pleasure in ways which didn't befit any lady of noble birth.<br><br>His eyes were feasting themselves on her body - darting from her shapely bosom tipped by those red little pebbles of love, to her fingers kneading her lower lips and her pleasure point. He looked into her eyes, and he knew he needn't say anything. They both seemed to be falling down the tunnel of ecstasy and&nbsp; reveling in each other's gaze. He was admiring her smooth skin covered with beads of sweat, and wanted to enter her soon, wanted to own that body in every way he could imagine. And then suddenly she pulled out another shot from her quiver of delightful tricks.<br><br>She moved her mouth further along his member, all the way where her lips could feel his hair there. He was overcome with pleasure, his entire manhood feeling the wet warmth of her mouth, as though he was making love to her in the wrong hole. His tip could feel her throat, and as her mouth flooded with her saliva, he felt he would give in to the sensations any moment. He closed his eyes shut and felt his blood rushing through his veins for those few moments. And then she couldn't take him in any further and looked like she was about to choke. As she pulled his staff out of her mouth, she was gasping for air and when their eyes met, both their eyes had watered. He asked her, courteously as any nephew would on a typical day, "Are you alright, Aunt?". What he didn't realize was that his hand was already behind her head, pushing her almost involuntarily towards his manhood. He wanted another helping of what she'd just served.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Relations (snowleo84 &amp; camille)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>snowleo84</strong> on <strong>19-02-2011, 13:59:25</strong>
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				<strong>CHAPTER 2 - THE MORNING AFTER</strong><br><br>The twelve people sitting in the royal courthouse were all silent. Arthur's generals and ministers were all there, as was the new duke of the province. And Queen Sofia was seated on a smaller throne to the right, at a little distance from Arthur. Arthur listened carefully to a general's recounting of the news that the scouts had brought about the changing weather. Everyone was worried on hearing about the impending sandstorm. The entourage was supposed to start for the capital later in the morning, but it seemed difficult now. <br><br>After a pause, Arthur started, "Our scouts warn us of a sandstorm on the third day if we were to start today. Given how far we have to travel back, I do not wish my soldiers to face a hazard as that while returning victorious from the battle. I'm sure the Queen Mother and our able minister can handle the affairs back at the capital for another few days. My soldiers can till then, rest and recover from any injuries. We'll start on our way back after the storm has passed. Till that time, we are guests of the duke. Our ministers shall be aiding and advising the duke on matters of getting the province back up on its legs, and preparing for the rough weather over the next few days."<br><br>Everyone nodded in agreement. Then a wizened old minister stood up, and requested, "Your Majesty, your loyal courtiers await your decision on Queen Sofia's fate. We hope that justice meted out to her in return of her brazen act shall set an example for others."<br><br>Arthur calmly nodded to the minister, and motioned for him to sit back down on his seat. He looked at Sofia, unable to clear his head of the memories of the previous evening - the animal lust that had taken over their hearts and minds, her tricks which had made him go mad, and his thrusts into her mouth. He'd waited there till she was breathing alright again, and had left the chamber then. But he'd sent a couple of royal maids later to check on her health, and give her a nice bath and tend to her. But now, he had to decide her fate.<br><br>Arthur said, "Wise Minister, you've always been a great guide for me over the years. So I'm sure you, and the others in the court, would agree when I say that justice is meted out only after considering all the sides to the story. Aunt Sofia did attack me with an intention to kill. But it wasn't a woman attacking the king, it was a recently widowed wife trying to avenge her husband's death. She was overcome with emotion at that moment, but later over the evening, she was deeply apologetic for her transgressions. She tended to me with all the care an aunt would show to her nephew. And that made me realize she's family after all. So I hereby absolve her of all her crimes."<br><br>The courtiers were bewildered. Arthur looked at his aunt for a few moments. And then said, "The court may disperse."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Relations (snowleo84 &amp; camille)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anesa</strong> on <strong>20-02-2011, 07:07:20</strong>
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				Given the gravity of the situation, Sofia sat and listened to the proceedings with great fear and uncertainty.&nbsp; It was the day her fate was to be decided and there was the distinct possibility that the king could sentence her to death for her foolish attempt to murder him with his own sword.&nbsp; Her somber face looked out among the small crowd gathered and she was met with downcast eyes and a shameful countenance as she sat quietly next to King Arthur.&nbsp; Her nephew, after putting her through some tough demands and tasks, had seen to her comfort and well being the night before and she was grateful for the reprieve. Sofia was given a beautiful royal blue gown made of the finest velvet to wear to the court that day.&nbsp; Her surcoat&nbsp; was made of taffeta and lined with fox fur.&nbsp; If not for the crime she was about to be sentenced, it could have been said that she looked the most elegant and most fitly of all royalty.<br><br>Looks of shock and disbelief rippled across the large room as King Arthur announced his decision:<em> Absolved of all her crimes.</em>&nbsp; The murmurs and scuddles were heard as the courtroom cleared.&nbsp; Sofia and her nephew were now all alone and there was a long silence as both sat in their prospective thrones.<br><br>Sofia finally stood and quietly walked over to kneel at the king's feet. She kept her eyes and head cast down and spoke with a quiet voice, “Thank you, your highness.” Her voice expressed humble sincerity. “I am indebted to you for my very life.” She wanted to raise her eyes to him, but something prevented her from doing so.&nbsp; Sofia just wanted her nephew to know how grateful she was to him and she needed him to believe her gratitude was genuine. She still had no thought to what the young King Arthur might do with her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Relations (snowleo84 &amp; camille)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>snowleo84</strong> on <strong>21-02-2011, 19:02:18</strong>
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				Arthur looked at his aunt - a princess of unmatched beauty, married into a royal family of even higher eminence - now kneeling before him. She sure seemed to have learnt some manners, and Arthur was pleased with the way she had adopted the docile ways of a loyal slave. "You'll do well to remember this day, Sofia", he said, softly yet firmly. <br><br>"From this day, you shall make it your duty to see to my comfort. Here, as later at the capital, you'll be part of my royal retinue, and travel with me as my royal caretaker and nurse. You shall see to it that I'm not just healthy, but also happy wherever I stay. I bequeath to you the command of all my other royal servants and maids. You shall be their master, as also my slave. All I ask in return is absolute devotion, from your body and soul. Keep me pleased, and I shall forgive and forget your erroneous ways."<br><br>He had come to this decision the night before, as he was lying on his bed, with his mind tormented by his unbridled desire for his aunt and the events of the day. He was determined to think of a way to keep her closer to him, while getting around the impropriety of intimacy with a recently widowed aunt.<br><br>Arthur stood up, looked down at Sofia again, and said, "I see no reason for you not to start dispensing your duties as of this moment. I shall be returning from the ministers' council by mid-day, and shall have my dinner in my chamber itself. I trust you with the arrangements."<br>Saying so, Arthur left the court, walking briskly, happy at the resolution of important matters.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Relations (snowleo84 &amp; camille)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anesa</strong> on <strong>22-02-2011, 07:12:14</strong>
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				Sofia was still trying to get a grip on everything that had just happened.&nbsp; There was so much she wanted to say to Arthur, but she couldn't find the words.&nbsp; Whenever his eyes locked on hers, she lost her ability to think.&nbsp; She could only kneel there before him, nodding at his words as he spelled out his expectations of her. Sofia felt her heart leap when he asked her to “devote her body and soul to him” and to “please him”.&nbsp; Was she happy about being a slave to the king?&nbsp; What was it she actually felt toward him?&nbsp; <em>Indebtedness?&nbsp; Desire?&nbsp; Love?</em> How could she feel any of those things for a man who had made her his slave?<br><br>When he finished speaking, Sofia found the courage to bring her gaze up to his, and she gave him the barest hint of a smile, “As you wish, Your Majesty.”&nbsp; He was her King, her Lord, and her Master. <br><br>She watched after him as he left the court and her thoughts drifted back to the passions he had fired inside of her the day before.&nbsp; Arthur was incredibly handsome.&nbsp; Even through his clothes, it was obvious he was in great physical shape, and her eyes lingered on his broad back and narrow hips as he disappeared through the door.<br><br>Sofia quickly made her way back to the main hall to get things in order for the king's return, having the servants bring up some fresh linens for his bed, and clean towels and robe for his bath.&nbsp; She took extra care in making certain only his favorite foods were to be brought up for the evening meal. She herself had freshened up and changed into a blue silk gown that Arthur's uncle had bought her only days before his untimely death. <br><br>Not to seem too eager or presumptuous, Sofia remained in her chambers and waited for Arthur to summon her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Relations (snowleo84 &amp; camille)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>snowleo84</strong> on <strong>22-02-2011, 20:32:03</strong>
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				As Arthur sat with the ministers, deciding on his strategy for the coming months, his mind was distracted more than once by the thought of Sofia having completely surrendered herself to him. His victory over her strangely pleased his heart more than his victory over his wicked uncle. Visions of his aunt's unclothed body flashed before his eyes, and his blood rushed to his groins when he remembered her lips running to and fro on his shaft. But he cast aside his desires, they could wait now that he knew he had them for good. Foremost on his mind now were his plans to forge alliances with neighboring kingdoms and uproot corrupt members of nobility within his empire.<br><br>By mid-day, the ministers were all in agreement with his strategy, and he called an end to the council. He was feeling cheerful as he ambled across the hallways towards his chamber. At the door of his chamber, the general took his permission and left. Breathing in a sigh, Arthur opened the door and went in. <br><br>And he wasn't disappointed. His aunt seemed to have handled the servants well, for his chamber looked spic and span. He smiled as he surveyed the clean, pleasantly colored sheets and curtains, and he sat down on his relaxing chair. A maid brought some water, and another offered a towel. He smiled, and called out, "Sofia". <br><br>He'd assumed her to be in the bath chamber, or an inner cove, directing the maids to clean up well. But he didn't get any response. He called out again, a little louder this time, "Sofia, where are you?"<br><br>One of the maids anxiously presented herself in front of him, bowed, and mumbled, "Your Majesty, the quee... umm... Mistress Sofia is in her chamber." Arthur furrowed his brows for a moment, wondering why the maid didn't refer to Sofia as the queen, but he was too enraged at Sofia's folly presently to pay it any heed.<br>He ordered the maid, "Get your mistress down here right this moment." The maid bowed and hurried out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Relations (snowleo84 &amp; camille)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anesa</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 06:17:00</strong>
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				The nervous energy that Sofia felt throughout the day had been put to good use in preparing her nephew's chambers and for putting things back in order in her own room. Even during her short stint as the queen, Sofia always enjoyed keeping things orderly and tidy in her household.&nbsp; She found herself humming softly as she padded around barefoot on the cool tiles, her thoughts occupied with the young King Arthur. There was a knock on her door, and Sofia answered “Yes?&nbsp; Please come in”.<br><br>A young maid entered the door and humbly nodded to Sofia before speaking,&nbsp; “Mistress Sofia, the king bids you come to his chamber right away!”&nbsp; The maid gave her a nervous smile, and Sofia quickly slipped on her sandals and hurried down the corridor ahead of the maid to the waiting king's room.&nbsp; Sofia knocked before opening the door.&nbsp; She stepped inside the door and then turned to the maid and nodded to dismiss and thank her.<br><br>Sofia closed the door and turned to see Arthur sitting in his comfy chair, and she smiled softly to him.&nbsp; With a few brisk steps, she came before him and knelt at his feet, her eyes holding his gaze warmly.&nbsp; She thought perhaps he looked a bit displeased with her, and her heart sank.&nbsp; Her countenance changed as she asked him quietly, “Is everything alright, Master?”&nbsp; Her expression was one of hurt and disappointment as she just knew he was upset at something she had done incorrectly or something she had over-looked. Her blue eyes searched his and bit her bottom lip anxiously.<br><br>“Have I displeased you, my Lord?” Her trembling fingers fidgeted in her lap as she waited for him to speak.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Relations (snowleo84 &amp; camille)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>snowleo84</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 23:01:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Arthur had been fuming at the absence of his aunt on his return, more so since he'd told her to expect him back around mid-day. As he heard the door open, he steeled himself to give her a stern rebuke for her oversight. But he found himself unable to contain his admiration for her when his eyes fell on her, in the silk gown. The blue of the gown lent a luminous touch to her angelic beauty, and made her look like one of those mythical sea maidens of lore. He almost got up from his seat to welcome her by offering his hand. But he suddenly realized that wouldn't be the right behavior towards a slave.<br><br>He didn't say a word, and didn't return her smile. He could sense her anxiety, and knew she didn't have even an inkling about what it was that she'd done wrong. His heart had softened already, and he didn't want to be too harsh on her. But Arthur knew that certain things just had to be done, certain rules had to be set.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“Have I displeased you, my Lord?”</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>He looked into her eyes, and said,"Truth be told, my heart jumped with joy when I came into my chamber. I admire your skills at furnishing the chamber, and I'm pleased with the way you handled the pages and maids. But I was disappointed not to find you here ready to welcome me in. I had made it abundantly clear that I would be back mid-day and have my dinner in my chamber. I'm unable to think of any reason which could have made you stay away from your duty on your first day."<br><br>Arthur made it a point to sound stern, but not to raise his voice or display anger. He got up slowly, and with her still kneeling in front of his chair, he walked a few paces. This part was going to be hard, and he didn't have the heart to look into her eyes while pronouncing the new rules for her. <br><br>He breathed a sigh, and then said,"You look like Aphrodite herself in that blue gown, Sofia. But alas, a duty-bound slave should not be wont to wearing regal clothing. From this moment, you shall always be adorned in white - a white robe and white underthings in the presence of other royalty or nobility, and just a white cloth to drape around when serving me alone or with other maids. You shall also shun any jewelery, unless gifted by me. You shall stay in my chamber throughout the day and night, to be ready to serve me at any hour I call for it. Your chamber will be closed to everyone."<br><br>He waited, letting her ruminate over her fate.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Relations (snowleo84 &amp; camille)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anesa</strong> on <strong>24-02-2011, 08:20:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sofia remained on her knees as Arthur spelled out once more what was expected of her as his slave.&nbsp; It broke her heart that she had displeased him, but she resolved inwardly that she would do better in the future and try hard not to be a disappointment to him.&nbsp; It was strange to her how much she desired to please her nephew.&nbsp; She would give anything to have him smile at her.&nbsp; But this day, he wasn't smiling and she knew it was her fault. <br><br>“I am very sorry, Your Highness.&nbsp; I know now that I erred in judgment.&nbsp; I had thought perhaps you wished me to remain in my own chambers, as I was not worthy of being a constant companion in yours.”&nbsp; Her own words cut her to the core and she lowered her head and eyes, not wanting to see the disappointment in King Arthur's eyes any longer.&nbsp; She searched for the next words, and found them after a brief pause.<br><br>“It will be an honor to serve you here in your chambers, Your Highness”.&nbsp; She raised her eyes to his, “I ordered your most favorite dishes to be brought here when you arrived this afternoon”.&nbsp; Although she was hurting on the inside, she forced a smile to the king, “And I could draw you a bath if it is something relaxing you wish before your meal?”&nbsp; <br><br>She looked down at the gown she wore.&nbsp; How could she have possibly thought as a slave this would be appropriate attire?&nbsp; She wanted to rip it off her body right there and be rid of it.&nbsp; It was as if the material burned her skin wherever it touched. She knelt there in quiet turmoil and waited for King Arthur’s words.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Relations (snowleo84 &amp; camille)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>snowleo84</strong> on <strong>24-02-2011, 22:41:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Arthur couldn't suppress a small laugh on hearing Sofia offer him a bath. He smiled at her, but said, "I'm too hungry to have the heart for a bath, Sofia. But you need to get into proper attire before you can serve me in any manner."<br><br>He clapped his hands twice, and the page standing outside the door came in and bowed. He called for a maid, and she arrived. He ordered her thus,"Arrange for a white robe, white shift and drawers for your Mistress. Also, arrange for a mat and a blanket to be kept in this chamber." She bowed again and hastily left.<br><br>He thought for a while and then turned to Sofia again, and said,"Get the bath ready. For you to cleanse your body and mind before accepting the slave's robe. And have a chair placed inside the bathing chamber. I shall be watching you purify yourself." His eyes hadn't been able to soak in her beauty the night before, as she had been kneeling at his feet. Today, he intended to feast his eyes on every inch of that voluptuous body.<br><br>He sat back in his relaxing chair, with her still at his knees, and straightened his leg out, his shoe right in front of her eyes, saying, "But before you go about your getting ready, help me get more comfortable."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Relations (snowleo84 &amp; camille)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anesa</strong> on <strong>26-02-2011, 05:41:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Arthur's smile set Sofia's heart to singing!&nbsp; Although his words were a gentle reminder of the mistake she had made earlier, she couldn't keep the corners of her lips from turning upward into a soft smile. Arthur's voice was rather calm and his mood seemed light.&nbsp; She watched as his servants rushed to his calling and set about to fetch the appropriate clothing for her.&nbsp; She was anxious to be rid of the gown that she had so foolishly donned. Sofia marveled at how she had embraced her new life in the palace.&nbsp; <em>His</em> servant. <em> His </em>slave. The sound of hot bath, no matter for what purpose, was a welcome event for Sofia, even if it meant she would be bathing for an audience of one. <br><br>Sofia helped Arthur with his slippers, carefully sliding each one off and placing them neatly beside his chair.&nbsp; She massaged his toes and arches skilfully, wishing him to be relaxed and comfortable. After seeing to his well-being, Sofia set about to ready her bath. She filled the basin with water and gathered some fresh linens, placing them along the edge of the tub.&nbsp; She longed for the pampering of scented oils and lavish perfumes, but she was certain as a slave she was not to have either.&nbsp; She placed a chair on the mat beside the waiting bath and made one final check that all was in order.<br><br>She moved back to where Arthur was sitting, his head now resting back against the chair, his eyes closed.&nbsp; Sofia knelt back down quietly next to him, and for a few seconds, just watched him while he slept.&nbsp; He looked so peaceful, she regretted having to wake him and disturb him. <br><br>Sofia softly spoke, “My Lord, the bath water is ready.&nbsp; Is there anything else I can do for you before I bathe?”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Relations (snowleo84 &amp; camille)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>snowleo84</strong> on <strong>28-02-2011, 14:46:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Arthur was glad to see Sofia accepting her mistake, and trying her best to be better at his service. His worries about her not being able to adapt to this life were going away. As she took off his slippers, he touched her cheek with his toe, almost caressing it, as though showing his love for his slave in a way that would be suitable to her stature. As her skillful fingers eased away the tiredness from his feet, he smiled at her and nodded in appreciation when she looked at him. Not for a moment had she seemed like putting an act or doing something under duress. It was as though she'd been doing this all her life, as though she'd been born for it. He leaned his head back against the chair, and closed his eyes, feeling good at every touch of hers on his feet. <br><br>Arthur woke up to see Sofia kneeling beside him.<br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“My Lord, the bath water is ready.&nbsp; Is there anything else I can do for you before I bathe?”</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Arthur looked at her, and shook his head, "Nothing other than getting rid of your gown." Arthur stood up, "I want you to give up such worldly luxuries as you'll be in my service for the rest of your life. Stand up, Queen Sofia, so I can tear that rich piece of cloth off your body and claim your body as mine." He motioned her to stand up and come forward.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Relations (snowleo84 &amp; camille)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anesa</strong> on <strong>01-03-2011, 06:04:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sofia pushed herself up off the floor in one fluid motion and she moved over to stand before her nephew. Her movements were always graceful and smooth, but today she held herself with a dignity that belied her status as <em>slave.</em>&nbsp; Her blue eyes gazed into his as they stood close, and Sofia thought it was pleasure he held in his toward her.<br><br>The excitement that was building inside of her became like a hundred tiny butterflies fluttering around in her stomach.&nbsp; Her body trembled and her hands shook as she stood waiting to be stripped of her clothing.&nbsp; She swallowed and lowered her gaze, her heart pounding loudly against her chest wall.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Relations (snowleo84 &amp; camille)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>snowleo84</strong> on <strong>02-03-2011, 15:25:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As Sofia stood in front of him, waiting to be stripped of the remaining shreds of dignity that adorned her in the form of her gown, Arthur's eyes ran over her body. She graced the gown more beautifully than anyone else in the entire kingdom would have. And for a moment, Arthur wondered what it would be like if she was his queen. If they were somehow to get married, and she was to sit next to him on the throne. And if she was to be his equal in matters of passion and lust. He could imagine them both ruling as the royal couple, and could see the merits of having a wife as wise as Sofia. He could imagine them enjoying the royal bath together as several maidens applied lotions to their bodies and sprinkled perfume in the water. He could imagine her waiting for him naked, but wearing the loveliest pieces of jewelry, on the grand royal bed every night.<br><br>And then Arthur considered the other picture - with her sitting at his feet, dressed in plain whites as his loyal slave, ready to throw off her clothes and throw her body and soul at his service without the slightest hesitation. Suddenly, he could see before his eyes again - Sofia writhing naked on the floor, her fingers thrusting in and out of her wet glory hole as her mouth was pleasuring his hardness. Arthur's lips turned into a smile at that thought - he knew how he wanted Sofia to be with him.<br><br>He moved closer to her, and pronounced thus, "Queen Sofia, you're going to lose your status of royalty and become entirely my slave from this moment." He grabbed the shoulder of her gown in one hand and gave it a fierce pull. The rich delicate fabric couldn't stand his cruelty, and got ripped open along the length. He could see her body feel the force of his pull and her left breast was heaving under the force. He did the same to the other shoulder, her right breast jiggling free. Arthur then grabbed the cloth at her waist, and pulled it even harder than the earlier two times. With a snap her gown had torn off her body and he held the rags in his hand. She was standing in front of him in all her naked glory.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Relations (snowleo84 &amp; camille)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anesa</strong> on <strong>03-03-2011, 21:09:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sofia had wanted rid of the gown but she also wanted rid of any and all reminders of who she once was.&nbsp; No longer did she care about being of royal blood or having the perks that came along with it.&nbsp; For the short time she carried herself as the queen under his uncle's reign, she was not truly satisfied or happy with her life.&nbsp; She put on a good front of course, acting the demure sophisticated noble who had it all and perhaps while she held that title she did find some small solace in the luxuries afforded her. But in this new life she had been thrust into, she found a purpose.&nbsp; She was to serve a king and to please him with her entire being.&nbsp; His pleasure was her pleasure. His happiness would be her happiness. <br><br>Arthur’s strong hands made a savage pull on the material forcing Sofia to take a staggering step forward as the material gave way and split down the left side. The gaping fabric revealed one ivory breast centered with a large brown aerola that was dotted by a darker nipple.&nbsp; She closed her eyes, swallowed hard and managed to keep a calm exterior.&nbsp; In seconds, the other side was tugged violently and the other breast was exposed to her nephew's lustful gaze.&nbsp; <br><br>Sofia's body trembled, but it wasn't from any fear or pain.&nbsp; She didn't quite understand what it was she felt, but she thought it teetered somewhere between complete ecstasy and sweet torment. With one final wrench of her gown, Arthur removed the tattered dress from Sofia's body. She lifted her eyes to his and found him taking in all of her nude form, trailing from her full lovely breasts down to the juncture of thighs. <br><br>With a low voice his aunt simply asked, “Do I please you, my Lord?”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Relations (snowleo84 &amp; camille)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>snowleo84</strong> on <strong>04-03-2011, 19:41:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Arthur ran his eyes over his aunt's body, while clutching the rags of her royal gown. Her skin seemed to be glowing, as that of a newly wed maiden, rather than that of a recently widowed queen. As his eyes were feasting on her supple breasts, he could barely suppress the growing desire to knead those shapely globes with both his hands. Her nipples seemed more delicious than any fruit his lips had ever tasted, and hard, as though they were ripe and juicy. <br><br>He lingered over her midriff, her smooth skin and dotted by her navel, as though a sea of softness had a whirlpool of lust in the center. As his eyes hovered downwards, he was looking at the trimmed bush of hair which were hiding her jewel box. Her attendants had probably trimmed her hair a couple of days ago. The thought of making her shave her skin around there crossed his mind, as he remembered the nude paintings he'd seen at the academy. The females in oriental art pieces had always been hairless between their thighs, and the students from the Far East had extolled the pleasure gained from licking around there. <br><br>He looked up into her eyes, and realized she'd been noticing where his gaze was moving. As though she was waiting with bated breath for his next instruction. He smiled at her predicament, wanting to turn herself into an object solely dedicated to his pleasure. He moved closer to her, and stood behind her. He leaned closer to her ear, and whispered, "Sofia, I'm pleased with your desire to fulfill mine, but you shall not be able to serve me until you've cleansed your body of your past. Only then your body shall be worthy of being touched by my finger, my lips or more of my body." <br><br>He took a step back, and said in a soft but stern voice, "Prepare yourself for your bath, Sofia. Be thorough with the soaps and solutions. I shall be watching over you." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Relations (snowleo84 &amp; camille)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anesa</strong> on <strong>05-03-2011, 17:03:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sofia closed her eyes as he spoke, his words burning deep into her.&nbsp; She knew she was unworthy of his touch, and inwardly she chastised herself for being so bold to ask if she pleased him. She had felt his burning gaze upon her body just moments before but now his nearness threatened to consume her.&nbsp; Sofia simply nodded her understanding, and she turned and quietly walked to where her bath awaited.<br><br>Sofia had found the soaps and scented oils that Arthur had wanted her to use and she brought those to set on the edge of the water filled basin. She was happy that he had granted her this small luxury.&nbsp; Sofia carefully slid into the warmed water, settling back against the far end of the tub, her body immediately relaxing. She filled the copper pitcher with water and let it cascade over the back of her head, drenching her blonde tresses.&nbsp; Taking the soap, she lathered the soaked mane before once more pouring another pitcher of water gently over the sudsy crown, rinsing away all the residue and foam. Soaping up a white cloth, Sofia begins washing her arms and shoulders, on down to her breasts and stomach. Humming softly, she continues to bath her legs, the water gently sloshing around her and the sound of water dripping off her body echoing throughout the room.<br><br>&nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Relations (snowleo84 &amp; camille)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>snowleo84</strong> on <strong>06-03-2011, 00:38:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Arthur stood thinking for a while after Sofia had gone into the inner bathing chamber. He hoped his fascination with her body and his lordship over her lust didn't distract him from his royal duties. He'd caught himself thinking about her during the meeting with his ministers earlier, and he couldn't allow that to happen again. He knew he needed to sort out the affair, so as to be able to take his mind off it whenever needed. He had to sort it out this very day. He bolted the door of his chamber, after ordering the guard outside that he shouldn't be disturbed till he himself chose to be. And he walked into the bathing chamber.<br><br>His eyes were met with Sofia immersed in the water, scrubbing her skin clean. Her wet hair clinging to her skin made her look even more desirable. Her breasts seemed to be floating merrily in the water, and her nipples were standing erect, as though aware of the presence of their lord and master. He smiled at the thought, and sat on the chair by the tub, never taking his eyes off her exquisite form for even the briefest of moments. <br><br>After soaking in her beauty with his eyes, he called out to her and said, "Sofia, you've done well to cleanse yourself of your past, and are now worthy of being a slave to my lust. So you have to fulfill my desire every moment, starting now. Touch yourself Sofia, touch your wet pleasure hole and knead those shapely breasts. Play with yourself till the wave of lust inside you rises to its highest and then washes over your body." He paused, before adding, "And be sure to keep talking all the time, saying things that a petty whore would when she's pleasing her patron." 
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