In His Service [Antone & Wistful Dream]
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				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>19-04-2009, 03:49:15</strong>
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				The sun beat down upon a caravan that made its way slowly across the sands of the desert country, heading to the capital city of the small kingdom. It was blisteringly hot out in the sands, beneath the burning blue of the sky that was like a bowl cupped over the land. And the group of wagons, beasts and people was heavily guarded, almost oddly so, as if something of great importance was being carried with it. <br><br>There was, though it wasn't a thing, but rather a person. The Princess Zorana Arabel sat enclosed within the space of her padded wagon, the top of it shielded by the drape of a tent, a screen wrapping around all sides of it and giving her privacy as the journey reached its end. It had been days upon days of travel and she felt utterly weary of it, of this wagon, which at the start had been the height of comfort. With thick, plush rugs layered over with cooling silks and then pillows and cushions it had been like lounging about in her own part of the palace back home. But she was sick of traveling, of being held inside such a small space, and the slow pace of the trip had near driven her crazy. She knew that part of it was because they had had to go by certain routs, roads as it were, through the desert so that her wagon could keep going. <br><br>Heaven forbid that her skin should see sunlight on the journey. <br><br>A sigh parted her full lips and she lounged moodily back against the pillows, tapping her fingers together as she worried her lower lip, concerned about what would be coming. Zora's eyes were a dark deep green, that set off by her creamy golden skin, she was paler then some of the people in this part of the world, but she had some natural duskiness to her skin thanks to her father's blood. Her mother though, was the reason for her long cascade of silky blond hair. Her fingers picked up a strand and toyed with it even as she shifted on the cushions, her silk and chiffon garments clinging to her slightly flushed skin. <br><br>The colors were rich gold, pale green and white, all lovely with her coloring and slender figure. She had bathed and prepared that very morning in an oasis for today, for the meeting of her Master. Her father had sold her, that still stung, rankled. She wanted to scream and throw a fit but instead she was the Princess she had been born to be, resigned, sweet and wary. <br><br>It didn't take that much longer to reach the palace and she steeled herself before she wrapped the veil around her face, obscuring the lower half just as her wagon was opened. Servants appeared and she slipped out of her traveling home, allowing them to lead her into the harem of the palace. It was bright and pretty, open spaces with arches and flowers and other such plants filling it. Obviously the servants here worked hard to make it a pleasant, clean place to be and she felt a touch reassured by that. <br><br>Zorana was led down a long hallway, open on one side to the series of courtyards and water pools that were the social areas of the place. The other side was the thick, stout wall that protected and kept the females of the harem separate from the rest of the palace. The Princess found it unsettling that she knew nothing at all about her new owner, but at least the place, which could have held easily a hundred women, seemed to have only a handful. At least he did not seem to be one of the men who viewed women as only things and wanted as many as he could get. How would she fit in here though? She may be his equal by bloodline, but unless he took her as his wife she was merely another concubine, another slave. <br><br>She wasn't sure what to think about that so she tried to push the thought away as she was shown into a suite of rooms. They were large and pretty, in greens, creams and golds, like the outfit she wore. An outfit that had been sent by him. She matched the room. A laugh came to her lips then and she felt her heart ease a bit, it was a lovely set of rooms and she would be at ease here, she hoped. Maid servants were moving her things in and back and forth, she didn't feel up to seeing the other women who lived her just yet and so she laid down on a reclining couch, waiting for her mysterious owner to summon her to him.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>19-04-2009, 05:45:06</strong>
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				&nbsp;"My Lord..."<br><br>&nbsp;The words came from a white robed eunich, looking to be going on into the last years of his life, hair all but withered away, skin started to get get the consistancy of dried parchment. He stood in the middle of a large courtyard area, a good distance away from the center, where 4 large, well muscled men circled a smaller individual in the center.&nbsp; But despite being outnumbered, and apparently out-sized, it was the individual in the center who seemed to draw the eye.<br><br>&nbsp;"... My Lord..."<br><br>&nbsp;Again the words came from the elderly eunich, though the voice was of a respectful, even tone. But it was momentarily drowned out by the sound of metal ringing on metal as the circle of men closed on the individual. <br><br>&nbsp;The man in the middle moved almost on instinct, fluidly bringing his blade up, deflecting a few blows, managing to get out of the circle, past the men, spinning on the ball of his foot, before rushing them, starting to press an advantage. One man is taken down, the blade slashed hard into a man's stomach, and he drops down to the ground. The next large man rushes forward, jumping over the downed guy's body... but he to goes down in a heap as the individual's sword takes him across the shins, followed by a stab between the shoulder blades.<br><br>&nbsp;"... My Lord..." words spoken a bit louder.<br><br>&nbsp;The last two split to seperate sides, trying to split the man's attention... circling, one always seeming in the blind side... before they rushed forward. The indivudal stepped forward, trying to bring both to one side. For a few moments, blades fly, and the individual manages to hold off the assault of both men, but as he backs up, he suddenly trips over one of the downed bodies, landing harshly onto his back... and gives a harsh grunt as two blades find his body, one in the chest, the other in the abdomen.<br><br>&nbsp;"... My lord, since you are done..."<br><br>&nbsp;The two men who wounded the individual back up... and the two 'bodies' both slowly get up as well. The blades they were using? Well, hard to be a proper blade if its not sharpened. And even the individual slowly gets up, stretching, a slight grimace coming to his lips... but its immediately followed by a little grin, and a few golden coins appear in his hand, and he tosses them to the four men.<br><br>&nbsp;"Good job, men... that'll be all for today. Same time tomorrow?"<br><br>&nbsp;Each man catches a couple coins, before giving a rough sorta salute, before turning and starting to move away, the practice blades set aside on a stand. The individual watching them go, a slight shake of his head given, before his own weapon was put up, turning to regard the old man for a moment.<br><br>&nbsp;"... my lord, even if you feel like you need to find big, burly swordsman to beat you senseless for supposed 'practice', one of these days your going to wind up seriously injured, and then what do you think will become of our kingdom, with its King hurt? Just the thought makes me wish to weep..."<br><br>&nbsp;The individual, Aizen Talzan, was King of the Tibrun nation, one of the strongest nations in the deserts of the world. Strongest because of the might of its military. And Aizen was one of the youngest ever crowned as King, only being 24 years of age, but already having a reputation of being quite quick of wit, and physically capable of earning his reputation as a strategic genius, and title of 'Battle Tyrant', earned because of his willingness to go to any means to ensure victory. And it was actually because of his and his countries reputation that the deal was made with King Arabel.<br><br>&nbsp;Aizen stood there, sweat making his skin glisten like jewels upon his flesh. He wore pants much like a harem girls, though where theirs were usually opaque, his were a solid tan, much the color of the desert sands, cinched at both ankles and waist. He wore slippers, which were worn for comfort, considering he was in his own palace. His torso was bare, showing well-toned muscles, earned through years of working out and swordplay. And the places where his sword partners had hit him were marred with red lines, contrasting a bit with the deep tan of his skin, obtained obviously by all his time in the sun... and his bloodline. It'd take a little bit of time though to see whether those marks would develope into bruises, since those men weren't much for holding back, even if it was practice.<br><br>"Oh, knock it off Bardel. I know you feel the need to take over guilting me, since my parents are no longer of this world to do so, but even you go too far sometimes. How am I suppose to get better if I don't practice? And even if I am King, gold is enough to make men give their all... and thats what I need. So, what is it you were going on about?"<br><br>&nbsp;The elderly eunich, Bardel, would give a little grin, showing he was lacking quite a few teeth. But the look in his eye seemed to match that of the younger King, both men's eyes seeming made of the darkest midnight black.<br><br>&nbsp;"Well, if I don't guilt you sometimes, you'd be off doing who knows how many worse things? And so you know, what I was trying to 'go on' about, as you so nicely put it, is that your new harem girl from King Arabel arrived. She's currently in the harem quarters, relaxing from her journey, as her things are brought in."<br><br>&nbsp;Aizen blinked for a few moments, and would grab a towel, offered to him by a nearby maid, who was holding it ready, and would go about draping it around his neck. "That was today? Huh..." seeming kind of thoughtful for a few moments, before moving out of the large courtyard room, and towards his throne room, figuring if he was going to meet a princess that was going to be his harem girl, he might as well make it seemingly dramatic and exciting. Fingers would move, stroking through his hair, which was the same color as his eyes, dark as the deepest night. <br><br>&nbsp;"Well, have her braught to the throne room.... guess we should meet, at the least."<br><br>&nbsp;Idly, he wondered what she would be like. He was told she was of exotic coloring... and she was a princess to boot. Of course, she'd be the second princess he'll have as a harem slave... though the first was claimed as a spoil of war, while this was more an arrangement of political value.<br><br>&nbsp;But despite it all, Aizen would move through the grand, airy halls towards the large room that held his throne, disappearing within to await the appearance of this new princess turned slave.<br><br>_____________________________________<br><br>&nbsp;Bardel would chuckle softly, and sorta glide through the hallways. Despite his age, he was still more graceful on his feet than some might think. He had been taking care of the King most of his life... and he had the intelligence to teach the King the few lessons left that would make him into the greatest king the kingdom's ever had.<br><br>&nbsp;Bardel would move into the harem chambers, giving a slight nod to the handful of harem girls he saw. He got along with most of them, only because he was essentially the kings right hand man, and a eunich... so he had the power to make their life easier or harder, and lacked the motive to use them for perverse ends. <br><br>&nbsp;But they weren't why he was here. Eyes would scan about til they found the princess reclining upon a couch, and he'd move over, body slightly hunched, smiling.<br><br>&nbsp;"Princess Arabel? The King requests your presence..."<br><br>&nbsp;Other than that, he wouldn't really say much unless the princess asked or said anything. He'd then turn, leading her through all the grand hallways to the large throne room, guards pushing the doors open, allowing the pair within. And inside, there'd be a long, large chamber, easily able to house a thousand people easily, obviously used for grand meetings, proclomations, and other courtly happenings. A large, plus carpet ran from the door all the way down the long chamber to the bottom steps of the dais, which rose a good 20 feet into the air, and atop which sat a grand, elaborate throne made of ivory and gold.<br><br>&nbsp;And upon this great chair reclined a young man, left leg flung over the left arm of the seat, right just carelessly stretched out, leaning against the right arm, looking over a few papers in his lap. <br><br>&nbsp;For the moment, he seemed oblivious of the pair who entered.
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				Title: <strong>Re: In His Service [Antone &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>19-04-2009, 07:11:50</strong>
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				She had started slightly when a man appeared, realizing he must be the head eunuch for this place, he had that sort of regal dignity that only came from decades of being a right hand man to a ruler. Her father had such aides. Still, Zora sat up, shaking out her long blond hair and was grateful she had taken such pains in her appearance that morning. She wanted to look beautiful, it was all she had to rely on for this interview. Part of her loathed that she was now regulated to a possession, but then her mother had had to struggle to overcome that as well. Her poor mother had been from a far away land and never got over the loss of it, some had said that was what had killed her. <br><br>The Princess pushed such thoughts away and got to her feet, lifting her head an inch, looking every inch the royal blood that filled her. Her green eyes were bright and intense, her skin glowing faintly with health and cleanness as she followed the man out and down the corridor she had come in through. She paid close attention to her surroundings, if this was to be her new home she wanted to know and understand all that she could about it.<br><br>Her blond hair gleamed softly as she entered the throne room, her breath caught slightly at the sight of her new master. The King of Tibrun, she did not even know his name, at least not yet, but he was handsome, muscled, everything any girl would hope for as their mate. But would he be more then just an absent minded care taker? Would he actually care about her at all? Faintly she could remember how her father and mother had been together, how loving and how in awe that the people of her father's court had been. It had nearly been an epic romance; until Mirabel had died. <br><br>She took the steps closer now, moving beyond the older man; fearless for a moment and stunning in the white and green chiffon harem pants, edged with gold and emeralds, her midriff left bare and arms covered a touch, she still had the veil on her lower face. Yet as she neared the marvelous throne she had loosened it and let it fall away, baring the soft sweetness of her face. She was delicately made, slender and lovely, though with a ample bust to fill her outfit. She dropped to one knee before his throne, inclining her head. <br><br>"My lord."
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				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>19-04-2009, 20:42:20</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;At the words, Aizen would just continue to read his papers. He had the air of a King about him. As in obviously figuring she could very well wait for a moment, though truth be told, the papers in his lap weren't all that important. But after what seemed like a good amount of time, he'd slowly set the papers aside, on the ground next to the throne, and would turn those dark eyes to the voice...<br><br>&nbsp;... and would almost feel his heart skip a beat. The girl on knee before the dais was... stunning. She was far more beautiful than he had been led to believe. And the words of exotic coloring were indeed true. Golden hair, emerald eyes, and skin much lighter than his own, even though it held a tan. All in all... she was indeed quite gorgeous.<br><br>&nbsp;"Princess Arabel... I'm happy to see that you made it safely and in one piece. I'm sure your quite weary from your travels." <br><br>&nbsp;Truth be told, he honestly wasn't sure what to say to her in this moment. Her beauty had sorta jumbled his thoughts for a moment... especially in the harem outfit that she was in, the one that had been sent to her by him. Idly, he was wondering how she might be reacted to by the girls already in his harem.<br><br>&nbsp;"I trust that since you are here, you are fully aware of the situation in which you find yourself?"<br><br>&nbsp;He made no attempt to elaborate upon said situation, rather leaving it to her to reply, and perhaps tell -him- why she was there. To see whether her Father had indeed told her the truth about everything, or whether she'd been sent to him under false pretenses, and if he'd have to break the harsh reality of her new existance to her right then and there.
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				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>19-04-2009, 20:55:45</strong>
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				He was playing the game, her father had done the same. Summon her to him and then ignore her, it was an old thing and she sighed but stayed on one knee, head down and just focused on the pattern of the rug beneath her. Zora had learned long ago to find ways to keep her mind busy while waiting on the whims of males, but in that moment she had to wonder just how different her life would have been had her mother not died. <br><br>When he spoke to her finally she raised up from the position she had been in, once acknowledge one could be at least a little at ease before a ruler and shook her long hair back and over her shoulders. Her green eyes fixed a little blow him, on the side of his throne. She didn't have the nerve to look at him just yet. <br><br>"I was sent to be your bride my King." she replied softly, hoping those words were true. After all that was how her father had announced it at the banquet not a moon past, to the celebration of much of the court. A good political marriage always put them in a good mood, and since she was the only child of his chosen wife she had been his heir, which made a few very nervous, until she had been sent away. <br><br>Her gaze swept downward for a moment and she shifted slightly, seemingly totally at ease as she murmured. "I am called Zorana, for the dawn." 
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				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>19-04-2009, 21:17:24</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;Aizen would watch as she slowly stood up, her eyes coming to rest on his throne, and for a moment, gaze would take the opportunity to linger over the fullness of her form. Body lithe and lean, obviously well taken care of, accentuated by the clothing she wore... and a bosom that was fuller than most girls he'd ever seen, though not obscenely so. Truth be told, the sight alone was enough to begin his blood heating a bit... and in a way that had nothing to do with desert heat, or the prior sword excercising that he'd just finished.<br><br>&nbsp;"So... it seems you were lied to as well..."<br><br>&nbsp;For a moment, the young warrior king gave a slight shake of his head. While it was a good arrangement, politically, it wasn't speaking incredibly high of her Father that he'd lie both to Aizen and to her as well. Apparently, he was too afraid to fully state what it was he really wanted.<br><br>&nbsp;"Your father spoke of you coming to me as a liason of your nation... he never truly specified as what, though he often steered it towards speaking of harems, and slaves... and that is what I agreed to take you as. And while he made it seem like a perfectly legitimate political arrangement, I know the truth. The situation is that your mother is gone, and your existance and nearness pains your father.... so he thought of any way to get you away from him... and what better way than to sell you off to the King of a powerful military country in exchange for safety from said country?"<br><br>&nbsp;Apparently, King Aizen was well informed of the situations within her country. Perhaps he had eyes and ears within it... or maybe he just had people who could see beneath the lies of politics. Bardel would probably easily qualify for such a thing... especially with the obvious intelligence that shone in his eyes, despite the ongoing of age.<br><br>&nbsp;"You are here to be in my harem... a slave to the King... to me. Simple as that." He'd allow a few moments of silence to stretch in the air between them for a moment, before speaking once more, words smooth, confidant and strong. "... are you aware of the situation now, Princess Zorana Arabel?"
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				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>19-04-2009, 23:31:30</strong>
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				Lied to. <br><br>It felt like some had stabbed her in the gut and she fought the urge to show just how dismayed and hurt she was. But she did, her expression was carefully blank, she didn't know this man, he could be cruel and mean like some of her father's general's had been. She didn't want to give him anything to use against her. So the blond stayed nearly frozen, only her eyes showing her anguish. <br><br>Her father cared nothing for her. To sell her, as a slave to anyone, even another King was clear evidence of that. Zorana could remember when he had loved her, cherished her the hours they had spent together when she was little and her mom was with them. The man who had once held her tight and sang lullabies to her when nightmares woke her had sold her into slavery. What made it worse was that this stranger knew, understood exactly why she had been thrown at him. Shame entered her and she had to wonder if she was really that much of a burden, of a monster. Perhaps even this man would not desire her, would find her repulsive as her own father did.<br><br>Fear touched her heart and she inhaled shakily, trying to keep from panicking or crying, both would only make this situation worse. Zora stood silent and still, her eyes fixed on the ground now, she was still regal in her bearing but it was clear she was struggling to accept going from being a free Princess of the highest blood to a harem slave. <br><br>"I am aware King." she answered softly to his question, hoping that he would let her leave and hide in her rooms.
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				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>20-04-2009, 00:26:45</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;Aizen watched her for a moment. True to the status of a princess, she kept herself composed, though he could see a slight shift in her gaze. But he wouldn't have her here under false pretenses. Her father may have lied to her, but he had no intention of doing so. He had no reason to. He glanced to the side at movement, seeing Bardel make a slight gesture, and Aizen would compress his lips just slightly. But gives a slight nod, and turns his focus back at the girl before him.<br><br>&nbsp;"I'm sorry you were lied to. But you know the truth now. I'm sure you'll want some time alone, to set up your belongings, and recover from your journey. Bardel will show you back to the harem quarters. And I will speak with you tomorrow."<br><br>&nbsp;He figured tomorrow, giving her most the day to get her things settled, perhaps meet some of the other girls, and to give him time to figure out exactly what he was going to intend to do with this beautiful princess-turned-slave.<br><br>&nbsp;________________________________<br><br>&nbsp;Bardel watched as Aizen spoke the truth to the girl. That was good. It'd be easier for her to adjust to her new life here if she fully knew why she was here. It may hurt, but if she could get over this, it would make her a stronger person for it. But, even so, he still made a slight gesture, subtle so as to not draw attention. It was one of the gestures he'd made for communicating with Aizen in front of others, without them knowing. After all, wouldn't look so great for the King to be taking advice from an old eunich, now would it?<br><br>&nbsp;This gesture was: Relax, give it time.<br><br>&nbsp;So when Aizen spoke of letting her go back to the quarters for the harem girls, Bardel would move forward, and much like a grandfather helping a beloved granddaughter, a weathered hand would gently rest on Zorana's shoulder, gently guiding her around, assuming she would allow such. And she would be walked out of the throne room, and back down the halls.<br><br>&nbsp;As they walked, Bardel would glance at her a bit, before turning his eyes back forward, and beginning to talk.<br><br>&nbsp;"King Aizen is not a bad man. Not as bad as many by a long shot. He knew exactly why your father wanted you gone, but he still chose to take you in. He has a kind heart, which you will hopefully learn first hand soon. I know the information about your father hurts... but remember, life is like a book. Just because one chapter closes, another always must start."<br><br>&nbsp;For a moment, he'd cough, and give a warm smile.<br><br>&nbsp;"Of course, these are just the ramblings of an old man, so take them with a grain of salt. But this palace is nice, and so are the people... I'm sure you'll find yourself at home soon, and you can begin making your new life yours here."<br><br>&nbsp;Through the hallways, and courtyards they'd go, until they finally returned to the same room she'd been taken out of. Looking at her once more, he'd lightly pat her back, fingers gentle.<br><br>&nbsp;"Just rest... tomorrow, you'll have to begin learning what it means to be a harem girl here..."<br><br>&nbsp;And with that, Bardel would turn, and move off, back down the halls, leaving Zorana to her own minstrations.
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				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>24-04-2009, 08:46:23</strong>
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				He didn't seem all that interested in her either.<br><br>Zora wondered bleakly if her life was meant to be spent behind the thick walls of the women's quarters, ignored by the men in her life. What was it about her that made them so loath to spend time with her? With a sigh to herself, outwardly giving no sign of the blows dealt to her pride she inclined her head to him once more, not lifting her eyes to look at Aizen again before she turned to follow Bardel back to the harem. <br><br>The soft touch of the older man soothed some of the hurt inside her, but it couldn't go far to ease the pain in her heart from her father's cruel treatment of her. She was a curse in his eyes and she hated to think that was all she would ever be to anyone. The princess felt like a child to admit it but, deep down inside, all she wanted was her mother back. She held in the bitter, self loathing laughter that wanted to sound at that and let Bardel's hand guide her. She doubted she would be able to find her way back to her rooms, and she certainly wasn't focused, even walking was difficult.<br><br>When the eunuch spoke of his ruler she listened, at the man's kindness she had to blink back tears and managed a wan smile of her own in response to his. She didn't have the words to speak, her throat was full of the tears and grief she could not spend and so instead she listened, hoping he was right about Aizen, she didn't want to pass the rest of her days being ignored, wasting away within the harem. But she knew nothing of men, had never kissed or experienced a touch. <br><br>Before the older man could leave her she squeezed his fingers lightly in thanks, smiling again and murmuring a soft "Thank you." <br><br>Alone in her rooms once again she paced them for a moment, frowning slightly to herself as she tried to think of what to do with herself. Her things had been unpacked and neatly put away but she spent a watermark moving them, to her satisfaction. The set of rooms she had been given were lovely and she did like them, part of her was accepting that this was her new home already. A knock came on her door and she turned, suddenly nervous and curious. Aizen would have summoned her to him, not come to her, and he wasn't planning to see her again until the next day. Bardel didn't knock, so who could it be?<br><br>"Enter."<br><br>Zora spoke, and was surprised when a lithe dark haired beauty slipped into her room. The other female was thin, holding slight female curves, and her face was not as strikingly beautiful as her own, rather a softer beauty, sweetly shaped but not as exotic. Her warm amber eyes were lively and Zorana felt warmed by them.<br><br>"Welcome Princess Zorana, I hope I do not intrude."<br><br>"Oh, no not at all." Zora found herself smiling in response to the smile curved on the other girls lips and both seemed happier for it. <br><br>"I am Princess Suri, the first of King Aizen's harem, though I came to him in rather a different way from you, we are both the only royalty here."<br><br>"Oh, well that's reassuring" she gave a soft laugh "at least he is not overly into the habit of collecting Princesses."<br><br>Suri giggled then "Yes, true, but no, he is not selfish or greedy, not even in his love making. There are only three others, two of who are nice enough. I would warn you against the last, Vesta, she is of the desert nomads and a wild thing. Though..." Suri's eyes assessed her frankly before deepening in pleasure "I think finally she shall have a contender in beauty with you."<br><br>The blond found herself blushing even as Suri came closer and hugged her suddenly "We shall be friends, no? Now, let me show you to the bath, I am sure you wish for one, the maidservants here have very talented hands and the oils are kept warm."<br><br>At the thought of a restive, real soak in a bathing hot spring, and then the following massage with oils worked into her golden skin by attentive servants Zora became aware of how long it had been since she had been so pampered. And five girls to the sixty three women of her father's woman's quarters would mean she could linger as long as she liked in both. <br><br>"Oh that sounds lovely! Please, do show me." Clasping hands together the two princesses left the green and cream bedchamber, walking down the corridor and exchanging light, friendly chatter about their pasts and likes. The bathing room was not too far away and lovely, set up in a large area, nearly a courtyard of its own, open to the sky above on part of it for good weather, of which was nearly always to be had here. The sky was darkening and since Zora loved to watch the stars come out it was the perfect timing to her mind. <br><br>Suri stripped away her outfit, similar to the one that dressed Zorana's figure, only rather then cream and green it was dark rich chestnut and deep rose, flattering to the girls coloring. Obvious care and thought had been put into all of this and Zora felt her spirits picking up once more. Perhaps Aizen really would be a good man to serve. But her mind skirted away from such thoughts, and she slowly removed her own clothing, slipping into the main hot bath with a soft sound of bliss. It felt wonderful, in the way only a true hot spring bath could. She submerged herself, soaking her thick loose waves of golden hair before surfacing and inhaling the night air. As dusk came the temperature changes between the air and the bath were a delicious contrast. <br><br>Zora and Suri spoke still, and the blond princess smiled as fresh fruit and good wine was brought for them to enjoy. Where Suri had the body of a delicate beauty Zora was a touch fuller, but it was a womanly fullness. Her breasts were full pert mounds, with sweet rose nipples to crown them, her rib cage small and waist tiny before the flare of her hips, wide and swaying, with long, well formed legs. Her skin was several shades paler then Suri's, which was displayed when both stood from the bath as the massage trained maids appeared and the two princesses laid out on the tables to let their backs be worked upon.<br><br>"Oh truly, this is the best thing about being born of our caste..." Zorana murmured into the pillow her head rested on as the young maid servants hands worked her muscles and glided over her skin with oil glistening behind the trail she took. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: In His Service [Antone &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>25-04-2009, 00:16:19</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;Aizen would have finished up with the group of papers he had, and was otherwise unoccupied for the night. Looking around his throne room, a slight shake of his head was given, before he'd ease up onto his feet, handing the paperwork to a nearby boy, who took it off to the offices. Aizen himself would move down the long room, towards the doors, and would ease out of the throne room, starting to move down the long, airy halls, just walking around a bit for the moment.<br><br>&nbsp;In all honesty, it was simple coincidence that he saw the pair of slave princess' moving through the halls towards the baths. He'd watch them for a moment, until they had disappeared, and he'd turn, as if to go in the opposite direction. But despite being a King, he was a young, virile male... and the desire in his mind flooded up. He'd stop in place, turning for a moment, and started to walk back, though easing around. The few servants seen were hushed with a subtle hand, and they would all kinda grin in a rather conspiratorial manner, and carry on with their business.<br><br>&nbsp;Looking around for a few moments, Aizen would see that the halls were clear, and a hand would press against a wall... then a second time in a different spot, and the wall would suddenly give way, pushing open to a small doorway, which he'd slip through, easing the secret door shut behind him. Turning, he'd slip through the darkness of the secret passage, which actually turned to stairs that eased downwards, under the palace.<br><br>&nbsp;It was a secret known only to two current people in the entire palace... the King, and his advisor... Aizen and Bardel. The palace was laced with secret passages, hidden rooms, and special little hidey holes. They were used for secret rendezvous, secret political meetings, and for the pair to keep tabs on the on goings of the Palace, able to watch both guests and servants without them being aware, not having the prescience of the two most powerful men in the Palace to influence their behavior.<br><br>&nbsp;Aizen was currently using one such passage to move into one of the large pillars in the center of the bathing area, a thick one with fountains coming from each side, each fountain done in the likeness of a gorgeous woman, nude torso, with a loin clothe around their waists, urns upon shoulders, showering water downward.<br><br>&nbsp;A small part of the pillar was moved aside, giving him the ability to look out on all sides, so when the two beauties stripped down, unknowingly, they put on a slight show for a set of eyes. Those same eyes would devour the sight of the girl's bodies, seeing the body of Suri, who was his first slave, and quite adept in how to make him happy... and the new Zora, whose body was yet untried, yet so voluptuously full, compared to Suri's slimmer figure. Honestly, he was glad the two met, and seemed to so far be getting on... their royal blood might help. And if he had to say, Suri would probably be his favorite of the girls he had, though Vesta made it a tough choice, given her aggressive submission, and ability to use her voice, body, and anything else to arouse him... but he didn't have a 'chosen' slave, since such would cause unnecessary animosity among the girls, most likely.... and there seemed plenty of that already, though mostly between Vesta and the other girls.<br><br>&nbsp;But regardless, Aizen would watch with no little interest as the two bathed, and then moved to be massaged by a couple of the maids kept specifically because of their abilities in such an area. For a few moments, he'd just watch, feeling his blood warming a bit, and half-pondered summoning Suri to him... but he decided to leave them, to give them time to 'bond'... it would do Zorana good to have a friend so soon to the Palace... and she could do no better than Suri.<br><br>_____________________________________<br><br><br>&nbsp;Bardel would be moving through the halls of the Palace, actually going to check up on the other girls of the harem... particularly Vesta. That girl was every inch the wild nomad amazon, slave or not. She had the aggressiveness to help her guide the situation, but was able to easily submit for those who liked to be in control, such as Aizen.... she 'topped from the bottom', so to speak. And though she thinks its a secret, Bardel knows quite well that she has aims to try and make herself Queen, though Aizen has so far been ignorant of such, stalwart against most of her hints and seductions, aside from those he purposefully summons upon himself.<br><br>&nbsp;So it was at that moment that he was looking for the wild girl. The news of a new, exotic princess in the harem would likely not sit well with the amazon beauty... and Bardel thought it a good idea to find her, and make sure she didn't do anything brash to the girl... at least not yet.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: In His Service [Antone &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>25-04-2009, 02:31:30</strong>
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				Zorana sensed she had found a true friend in Suri as the two enjoyed the simple delights of Aizen's harem attendants and their skillful hands. The blond invited the brunette back to her room, and together, wrapped only in loose flowing robs of transparent gold chiffon they made their way down the hallway and back to the green and cream apartments. Suri lounged upon the couch while a maid servant appeared with the evening meal, flat bread, fruits and more cool wine and water. <br><br>"They seem very attentive." Zora mused as she picked up a brush to work through her hair. Suri smiled and gestured for her to come toward her, which the blond did quickly, settling on the ground of the couch and letting the other Princess take the brush and start to work through her long thick waves.<br><br>"You have hair like beaten gold, I can not wait to see it in the full sunlight." Mused the darker beauty, making Zora's cheeks flush softly as she laughed. <br><br>"Oh yes, its my mother's color, she was from a far away land."<br><br>"You miss her." it was a statement, gathered from the tone in the younger Princesses voice to which Zora nodded as she pulled her robe tighter around her. One of Suri's hands touched her shoulder sympathetically, turning the conversation with her next words as the brush worked through the thick waves of gold. "The servants here are very attentive, you hardly are able to think of wanting something before someone appears with it. Aizen see's to it that his concubines have only the best and anything they could want. As long as you obey him."<br><br>"I doubt he will have any more interest in me then my father did, no man seems to care for my company. The King showed little interest in me earlier when he summoned me. He told me of my fate here, I thought I was to be a bride, now I am a slave."<br><br>"It is not so bad Zora..." Suri left off brushing through her hair and leaned forward, hugging the fuller girls shoulders, the blond relaxed back into the hold, needing to be reassured and held and know that someone wanted to see her and touch her. At least now she had a friend.<br><br>Suri's fingers danced over her collarbone and then lower, trailing teasingly, making Zorana's breath catch. "I will show you how to please our lord and how he will touch you so you are less surprised if you wish. But I assure you, you are far too beautiful for him to not pay attention to you. Men before must have been afraid..."<br><br>Zora was shocked at what her new found friend was doing, her breath was erratic, her eyes half shut as she made herself stay still in Suri's arms. It was true, this was her home now and Suri could ease her into the life she had been given to. Wouldn't it be better to learn something of what Aizen wanted? So with a shy nod she gave assent. Suri tugged her robe open a touch more and slipped a hand inside, touching, cupping a full breast, fuller then her own and her fingers traced over the rosiness of Zora's nipple before her lips lightly touched the blond's neck. <br><br><div align="center">---------------------------</div><br>Vesta smirked as she paced away from the suite of rooms of the new Princess, an empty basket in her arms. She had heard rumors of how great a beauty the newest slave was to be, and another Princess as well. Her nose wrinkled in distaste, Princesses were spoiled, useless wastes of space. She had hidden herself in an alcove to watch as Suri and the blond newcomer passed. The Princess of Arabel was lovely, a touch bigger in the chest then even Vesta herself. Which did not make the desert beauty any happier. Her jet black eyes held a gleeful malice as the two entered the new suite. Which, annoyingly enough was nicer then hers, better location at least to her mind. It didn't matter, if plans went accordingly the King would not even have time to bed his newest addition, nor would Suri stand in her way any longer.<br><br>She slipped away then, after they had passed. Her skin was the rich deep color of those native to this land who spent their lives as nomads, burnt to cinnamon, with long silky black hair and a figure men could never ignore, especially not when clad in the thin harem dress that seemed made only of heavy gold and ruby jewelry with a few well placed veils. <br><br>Now she just had to find her co conspirator and let him know that the black asp had indeed been planted in the bed chamber. It would only be a matter of time before either it found the other two women or they it and then she would be two steps closer to the crown. A satisfied smile curled on her lips as she stalked down the hall with the grace of a deadly great cat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: In His Service [Antone &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>26-04-2009, 03:22:16</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;As the girls left the bath, and proceeded back tot he chambers, Aizen as well eased through the passages, deciding to see what Suri might do to welcome Zora to the harem, as well as to help her begin her new life... and when the arousing bit of girl on girl action began, it was enough to make Aizen begin to throb to full attention, watching with great interest.<br><br>&nbsp;But unknown to all but perhaps two people, there was a second set of eyes purveying the beautiful girls, though for a completely different reason. Beneath one of the nearby seats, curled into the shadow beneath it sat an onyx colored asp... and after a few moments, it would slink into movement, gliding almost silently across the floor, til it was at the feet of both girl. It could have bitten them without warning, but for some reason, instinct made it hiss in warning, as if trying to get them to leave, or to warn them of their iminent death...<br><br>&nbsp;(*inserts a few moments for both girls to react*)<br><br>&nbsp;... but perhaps a heartbeat before the asp struck, body curled on the edge of lashing out, a dagger would flash through the air, slamming through the skull of the asp, and pinning it to the ground, hard as it was. The asp itself would thrash and tremble for a few moments, before easing into stillness as the life drained from it, along with the bit of blood that eased out from around the sharpened metal lodged in its skull.<br><br>&nbsp;"You ladies really should be a bit more careful... the world is dangerous, even in the comfortable sanctity of our fine King's Palace..."<br><br>&nbsp;The words came strongly forth. The owner of the voice was dressed in a guards outfit, which had subtle marks of combat, but purposefully left. Otherwise, it shone a bit with good care as well. The figure within the outfit was strong, arms left bare to show well toned biceps and forearms. The face of the man was handsome.... not nearly as handsome as Aizen, but easily above average, with a warm look in his eyes. Skin dark like the desert sands, hair dark, as well as eyes. Much the coloring of the nomads, which he was often mistaken for.<br><br>&nbsp;Taim would slowly move into the room, moving with the fluid grace of someone who made a living through battle, much the same as the King moved, though Zora hadn't seen it, so wouldn't know. But Suri would easily know, and Taim's eyes would pause on the sight of Suri's hand in Zora's open robe. But then a warm smile was given to both, though eyes kept easing to Zora for some reason.<br><br>&nbsp;"I would have thought you at least knew better than to let your guard down, Suri.... even with a new harem sister to keep you company."<br><br>&nbsp;The words spoken held a warm familiarity when speaking Suri's name, as if this was far from the first time her name had come from his lips. But even as he talked, he'd move over, pausing over the asp, and reaching down, jerking the knife, still attacked to asp, upwards, and held it a moment. The snake was clearly dead, but no reason to risk it if it wasn't necessary.<br><br>&nbsp;"Your lucky I just happened to be passing by, or this could have gone the kind of wrong you wouldn't have lived to regret."<br><br>&nbsp;As he spoke, he'd lightly shake the asp at them, as if it were an admonishing finger of a parent. But then he'd look at the pair again, eyes lingering on Zora.<br><br>&nbsp;"I take it this beautiful woman is the new Princess Zorana? A pleasure.... I am Taim, humble guard in the palace." He'd even make a slight bow, gentlemanly manners shown, before straightening back up.<br><br>&nbsp;"Anyway, perhaps I might have a chance to speak with the both of you at leisure later... but I really should dispose of this..."<br><br>&nbsp;Turning, Taim would start to move away. Honestly, he had an idea of where this snake came from. The same place a couple scorpions, lizards, poisonous cactus, and a few other vicious little surprises had come from. Vesta. That girl was as vicious as the desert itself when she tried... every inch the amazon nomad of the sands... and she clearly wanted to be the top slave, if not more. But Taim had taken it upon himself to ensure none of her little plans saw fruition... part of why he'd grown so friendly with Suri, being a protector and all. Perhaps the same might happen with the new beauty, Zorana.<br><br>&nbsp;"... have a pleasant evening, ladies."<br><br>&nbsp;Giving one more slight bow, he'd move away from the chambers, half pondering letting this dead asp find its way into Vesta's sleeping bag, for a 'surprise' for the vixen... but instead, he'd move to look for Bardel, something to discuss coming up in his mind.<br><br>_________________________________<br><br>&nbsp;Aizen would watch a bit as the guard effectively took care of the snake, saving his two princess slaves from certain death. For a few moments, he'd feel the pace of his heart slowing down, looking out at the two girls. He doubted much else would happen, and he was thinking perhaps he'd have to have a word with that guard, a reward clearly in order. It may have been part of his job, but Aizen was the type of man to reward obviously good deeds.<br><br>______________________________________________<br><br>&nbsp;Urza sat a good little distance away from the harem quarters. He wasn't actually on guard shift at the moment, meaning he was on his own free time. But he sat in this specific little area, in a dark little corner that was often used for little meetings with Vesta. <br><br>&nbsp;It was actually because of Urza that the other girls hadn't all gotten together and just beaten Vesta within an inch of her life.... well, him and the obvious displeasure of the King. He knew Vesta had a vicious little mind... and it was because of that that he'd agreed to help her... to try and help her become the Queen. Well, that, and the fact that she was using her body as payment for his help, until she did become queen, and then he would be brought up in station, perhaps advisor, captain of the guard, or maybe some minor nobility. So many possibilities...<br><br>&nbsp;Right now, he crouched in a dark little corner, his clothing dark, making him blend in pretty well, quietly sharpening his scimitar, eyes watching. Vesta was suppose to be showing up at any time. She had said she'd had a little 'gift' to leave for the new princess.... her and Suri.
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				Title: <strong>Re: In His Service [Antone &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>26-04-2009, 06:46:33</strong>
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				Zora heard a hiss dimly, she was much too focused in how Suri was touching her, teasing a hardened nipple softly, her lips parting to nibble at the blond's tawny skin. But when the sound grew louder she blinked in surprise, turning her gaze to see the asp and let out a cry of shock and fear, shoving the couch with her friend on it back further, away from the snake. She had little sense of self preservation, rather protection of someone else and she trembled as it curled its body, hoping she didn't really die when a dagger suddenly flashed through the room and slammed into the asp.<br><br>Zorana went weak with relief, trembling softly at how close they had just come to death. <br><br>A voice came then, deep and sure, masculine, which surprised her, she had thought only Bardel was allowed within the harem, within her rooms. Part of her is a touch uneasy by the fact that men were allowed so far i, but she was far too grateful to still be alive to be upset over that. She shrank back against Suri's legs as he came into the room, shy and blushing.<br><br>Suri leaned forward, placing an arm around the blond's shoulders, a hand soothing her slightly as she smiled at Taim. The handsome guard was one of her favorite people in the palace and she was glad to see him, though his appearance and that of the asp was unlucky at the moment. Zora was now trembling and obviously nervous and out of place again. "Ssh dear, its fine." she cooed down to her, playing softly with the golden strands of the young Princesses hair.<br><br>"Thank you Taim, " her cheeks flushed slightly at the words, and the look he gave the two of them but Zorana's were a brilliant red and she dropped her head to hide her face behind her long loose hair and Suri's leg. She couldn't believe the handsome guard had caught them at that, no one was suppose to see or know. As he spoke her name though she peeked out shyly from beneath the lengths of her long golden hair and smiled shyly. "A pleasure..." she murmured back softly.<br><br>As they were left alone she let go of the fear inside her and trembled, weeping a touch into Suri's lap. The brunette soothed her, petting her hair and singing softly. Zorana finally calmed down, thoroughly exhausted from her long day. The darker girl helped the newest harem slave to her feet and guided her toward her bed, laying her down. "Its okay dear, I'll go change into my night things and spend the night here, sleeping, just sleeping. We'll be safer that way...that asp must have been Vesta's doing." Zora nodded and curled in to the rich throws of the bed. "I'll ask Bardel to have a guard stand outside tonight too okay? I'll be right back."<br><br>And with that Suri hurried to her own apartments and then in search of Bardel.<br><br><div align="center">-------------------</div><br>Vesta hurried to the meet up place, her long black hair loose and swaying with her movements. Hopefully soon the two royal brats would be out of her way, and then she would be the only one to really keep Aizen's attention. Granted as far as a lover went she enjoyed Urza more then the King, but the King gave her power, power that she could use and would lavish in for the rest of her life. She was never meant to be a slave, but a Queen, oh that, yes, she was meant to be.<br><br>"Urza where are you?" She hissed out in impatience.
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				Title: <strong>Re: In His Service [Antone &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>05-05-2009, 00:34:31</strong>
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				&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;Bardel would move through the halls, catching sight of Vesta as she turned a corner, and moving after her, he'd watch her slow to a walk. And even as old as he was, he'd manage to catch up to her, easing behind her, a couple feet away, and coughing slightly.<br><br>&nbsp;"There you are Vesta... and what have you been up to?"<br><br>&nbsp;Bardel was the normally curious kind. After all, as the assistant to the king, he had to know of all on-goings within the castle... including what the harem girls did to entertain themselves. Of course, if Vesta was this far from the harem quarters, that meant Urza was probably somewhere about. Those two took closely to each other.... and probably in more than a simply friendly fashion, though it mattered little, since Urza always seemed to behave...<br><br>&nbsp;"I take it you heard of the new addition to your Master's harem? Just making sure you were going to be a good girl and introduce yourself nicely... and not in a way that would fatally injure the new girl.... after all, I'm sure that would be most displeasing to myself and the king..."<br><br>&nbsp;Bardel didn't accuse her of anything, since nothing could ever be proved, the girl entirely too crafty for that. But he always hinted at the knowledge he had, using it to make her behave, if only for a few days at a time.<br><br>__________________________________________<br><br>&nbsp;When Suri went in search of Bardel, as soon as she left the harem quarters, she'd see both Aizen and Taim moving down the hallways towards her. Taim had that usual smile upon his lips, and Aizen held a slight smile as well, though there was a look of... something... within his eyes.<br><br>&nbsp;(*gives Suri time to react to seeing the two men*)<br><br>_______________________________________<br><br>&nbsp;Urza would be about to step out and make himself known to Vesta, but when Bardel approached, he'd stay back, hidden in a shadow, figuring no need to be seen if unnecessary. He'd just silently watch, waiting for the old eunich to go away before he'd let Vesta know he was there.
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				Title: <strong>Re: In His Service [Antone &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>05-05-2009, 08:14:57</strong>
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				Vesta had been thinking she saw Urza right when she heard the voice of the annoying old fool Bardel. Her eyes narrowed for a moment as she fought the urge to snap at the old man, he was frustrating and interfered far too often in her plans. Thank god she had gotten rid of the basket so there was nothing to tie her to the snake. Slowly the dark haired beauty turned, glancing up at Bardel with a sultry, smokey look in her dark eyes. <br><br>"I've been up to whatever delights the King gives me Bardel. I am his slave after all." there was a haughty tone to her words, and it was clear she thought of herself as far more then a mere slave. Her eyes glittered at the mention of the newest addition and she spared a moment to hope that the slut was already dead, along with the bitch Suri. Then she could claim her rightful place, as Queen. <br><br>That brought a smile onto her lips and she shrugged. "I am always good Bardel, but I am sure the newest slave is weary and would like to sleep rather then meeting all my lords ladies in one night. I would never harm a fly" She said, clearly offended by his implication that she would do something. At least, nothing that would ever have clear ties back to herself. That would never do, for Aizen would be displeased and she would make sure he was blinded to all but her beauty and grace.<br><br><div align="center">~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~</div><br>Suri had halted the moment she saw the two men, unsure of quiet what to do. Had they come seeking her for pleasure? Aizen might have and she would hate to turn him down but Zorana was so upset. Though, a soft smile curled on her lips, she most certainly enjoyed the nights when the two of them shared her between them, the pleasurable memories were enough to make her dusky nipples harden beneath the thin sheer gown she wore for bed. <br><br>The brunette inclined her head, smiling softly "My lord, Aizen, and&nbsp; Taim its lovely to see you both." <br><br>"Taim, thank you again for earlier, the poor new Princess has herself quiet worked up I'm afraid, but it was rather brave of her to put herself between me and that asp." She spoke, curious if the King had watched them, with the heat in his eyes he might well have, but that did not bother her. Though she bet it would have shocked the blond that currently lay trembling in her new chambers. <br><br>"I was seeking Bardel, to ask for a guard to be placed outside her chambers, I hope you do not mind Aizen if I spend the night sleeping with her. That snake was a fright and I don't think she's completely at ease." She hoped she was not being too forward, but Aizen knew her well, he knew she would never try to take power and would only look out for his best interest. She had no wish to be Queen, nor a wish to lord over the other maidens, being his slave was more then enough for her, and there were perks. Like the pampering, and the tenderness or roughness they could share, he was a wonderful bed mate. And then things, like being able to touch and talk to Zorana.
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				Title: <strong>Re: In His Service [Antone &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>12-05-2009, 23:49:21</strong>
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				&nbsp;Bardel would watch the girl for a moment, and would give a soft chuckle. She definitely had a head on her shoulders.... which may or may not have been a good thing. But however quick she thought herself, Bardel had decades of experience to use... it would take more to pull the wool over his eyes, like it seemed to be over Aizen's at times.<br><br>&nbsp;"Well, that is rather thoughtful of you... Well, tomorrow make sure to introduce yourself. You'll be living with her as a harem sister from today on, so you might as well get along with her..."<br><br>&nbsp;Considering the girl for a moment, Bardel would just give a soft, out of nowhere chuckle, and turn, starting to move off the way he'd come. He was by no means under the impression she'd behave.... but perhaps it'd be peaceful for a couple of days until she decided to pull her next little scheme out of her bag.<br><br>&nbsp;_____________________________________________<br><br>&nbsp;Urza would wait in the shadows until the soft sound of Bardel's footsteps fell into oblivion.... and then he'd still wait for a minute after. But then, he'd shift forward, just behind Vesta, one of his arms easing around her waist with the quickness of a snake, and the strenght of an ox, and would step back, pulling her delicious form back into the shadows with him, her backside pressed quite enticingly against his front.<br><br>&nbsp;"... tell me again why we shouldn't just kill that old man? Seems like he always seems to know more than he should..."<br><br>&nbsp;The man's breath was warm against her hair, since he held her really close, though his grip around her waist loosened enough that she could step away, or turn if she desired. Mostly, he'd pulled her to get her out of sight, so they might have a bit more privacy for their little liason.<br><br>________________________________________________<br><br>&nbsp;Aizen would listen to Suri for a few moments... but before he'd bother replying back, he'd step in towards her, right hand lifting upwards to find a quick little grope of her breast, feeling the perkiness of her nipple, even as his lips pressed down to lay a quick little claim to hers, perhaps hinting at the fire within... and the truth that he may have been watching the pair of beautiful princesses' play. But almost as quickly as both grope and kiss were given, they were taken away, the man stepping back and smiling at her a moment.<br><br>&nbsp;"I'm glad your both alright. And that's actually why I came. I heard what happened, and after talking with Taim, he's decided he's more than willing to play guard for you two tonight, just to ensure you get some rest after that little incident."<br><br>&nbsp;A quick little grin, and he'd lean in, whispering into Suri's ear...<br><br>&nbsp;"... and I'm sure Zorana wouldn't notice if you disappeared for a small while in the middle of the night to give Taim a bit of your gratitude for his heroics..."<br><br>&nbsp;He'd draw back, watching his girl for a moment, and would smile. Turning, he'd start to walk away, thinking he'd need to go see Bardel himself.<br><br>&nbsp;"I'll see the both of you in the morning... Suri, I expect your assistance in ensuring Zorana knows her new place here..."<br><br>&nbsp;And with those last words, Aizen, Lord of the Land and the Palace, would be gone, disappearing into his sanctuary, around a random corner, out of eye-sight.<br><br>&nbsp;__________________________________________<br><br>&nbsp;Taim would watch the King for a moment, and Suri, listening to the words... and when Aizen finally left, Taim would follow the man with his eyes, before turning them back to the beautiful harem girl in front of him, an easy grin coming to his lips, and he'd give a shift of his legs, before easing into a deep bow.<br><br>&nbsp;"An honor to ensure your safety, oh dearest Suri... I only hope that your humble servant can be adequate for your desires..."<br><br>&nbsp;The words seemed sincere, though there was a slight tease in them... but there was also a stronger innuendo that would probably obviously be registered by her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: In His Service [Antone &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>16-05-2009, 06:40:01</strong>
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				Vesta watched Bardel move off, holding in the curse till he vanished from her site and then she called him several words no lady or concubine of the King. When Urza's arms caught her and pulled her back to him she didn't struggled, but went, rolling her eyes at the man's forwardness. But it served to allow him easy access to her body; it kept him pleased and helped her get him to answer to her whims. Men were such fools when it came to the lust of their bodies.<br><br>She shifted, rubbing her body slightly against him, teasing him through the thin layers of her harem gown, her dark eyes holding invitation and calculation. "Oh, because Aizen would become far too wary and on edge if his most trusted servant and adviser was killed. It is better to wait until I have a stronger favor from the King, trust me lover, I know this game well."<br><br>She spoke confidently, though she would love to kill the wretched man, but her words were the logic she clung to. Slow, steady and patient, she had to hold to her course, no matter what. Her eyes flashed though, feeling his breath and grip upon her body. Urza was nothing if not a virle, good lover, and one she enjoyed since their tastes ran so similar. Vesta lifted a hand and ran it through his hair before tugging him down to her mouth, kissing him with demanding. <br><br>-------------------------<br><br>Suri shivered in delight as her King touched her, his hands sure on her breast, the nipples still hard a touch from the interactions with the lovely Zorana. The nubs became solid points as he touches her, her lips parting for him. She kissed him back eagerly and passionately, realizing he must have seen her and Zora touching, to be so stirred like this, he always enjoyed watching in his girls rooms and part of her enjoyed that. It made her feel protected, knowing that he was almost always behind the scenes. A soft whimper sounded when he pulled away and she sighed, looking up at the handsome man that was her Master. <br><br>She loved it when he smiled for her. <br><br>"Oh...thank you, I was going to request a guard." he was always so thoughtful, and then she shivered at the words that came next, nodding, loving how her King was so at ease with letting him take her pleasure with a guard. After all, most Masters weren't like Aizen, but with six concubines at his beck and call he could not satisfy his slaves all easily. And Taim was a good man. <br><br>After the King had gone she looked at Taim, smiling softly with the tender affection of a woman with a close and dear friend. "It is an honor to be guarded by you brave Taim" she responded back and then laughed, smiling "You are very talented at handling my desires, and I hope I am as well at fulfilling yours. "<br><br>-----------------------<br><br>The blond girl laid on the bed, curled up tight and flushed with unease. She wanted someone here, she wanted to feel safe. But no one was coming, Suri had promised to return but hadn't. The tears she had fought back earlier that day before Aizen came pouring out as she wept, grieving for the sudden change in her life, her loneliness and her longing for her mother. Nothing in the world seemed to make sense anymore. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: In His Service [Antone &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>27-05-2009, 13:57:45</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;Urza would slowly nod. It made sense. Of course, Urza wasn't the brightest of guys. Oh, he was ambitious to be sure, but he didn't fully have the brains to accompany such ambition. But thats why he paired with Vesta so well... she was the proverbial brains, and he was the proverbial brawn... seemed like a perfect little match.<br><br>&nbsp;And when she rubbed against him, his body would react, instantly enflamed by the nearness of her form, and he'd respond almost eagerly when she drew him down into a kiss. His blade would be set aside, even as his lips pressed deeply to hers, taking the taste of her mouth, both of his strong hands gripping her hips, lifting her slightly off of her feet, before turning, and pinning her sexy ass in the dark corner, as if to trap her from escaping his attentions... not that she would anyway.<br><br>&nbsp;As his lips continued to dance against hers, one of his hands would slide under the top part of her harem outfit, and find one of her full breasts, hands roughly gripping for the orb, and squeezing it with a firm strength, feeling the silky smoothness of her flesh, and, despite the numerous times they've coupled, marveled a bit at just how soft the orb was... Of course, she'd easily be able to feel his hardness through his pants, pressing against her abdomen as they sorta madeout/groped in that dark corner.<br><br>___________________________________________________<br><br>&nbsp;Taim would grin at Suri's words, and would slowly straighten, giving a wink, accompanied by that rougish smile of his. He'd slowly walk towards her, one of his hands moving to lightly brush her abdomen, and then across one hip as he stepped past her, and moved to lean against the doorway, arms crossing over his chest in a rather relaxed look, quite the contrary to just how seriously he would take guarding the harem, especially under direct order of the king.<br><br>&nbsp;"oh, you do adequately enough..." says in a teasing comment, but then would turn his head slightly, looking to the door. "... but perhaps you might care to ensure the new girl is alright. She might not be use to attempts on her life like you are... even if she is a princess. And once she's asleep..." eyes would travel back to her, and it wouldn't take a genius to tell that he had naughty intent in mind.... especially considering the way his eyes lingered on her lips, as if already imagining their taste on his own lips... or the feel of them wrapped around another part of his anatomy.<br><br>__________________________________________________<br><br>&nbsp;Aizen would move down the halls, away from the harem chambers. Honestly, he had no doubt Taim would do a good job... and he knew Suri would be able to keep Taim entertained... as a sort of 'reward' for his heroism and standing guard. The young king would give a shake of his head as he moved. Contrary to what some might thing, Aizen was a possessive man, at times. But Taim was probably one of the closest things the man had to a friend, which was why he was one of the only ones able to play with the harem girls.<br><br>&nbsp;Aizen... was a somewhat peculiar man at best, in his desires. He was a man of logical tactics, everything seen as a sorta battle to him, his mind always working at a strategy to ensure the best results. But when it came to liberties of the flesh, he was sorta ruled by his emotions. Sometimes, depending on how he felt, he'd like a soft, sensual session of love making..... other times, if his blood was boiling, he wanted a hard, rough session of rutting one of his girls like they were nothing but animals. Sometimes, he wished privacy when he used a girl.... other times, he would enjoy sitting in his throne, receiving a blowjob, liking the fact that anyone might walk into the throne room for an audience at any moment.... Sometimes toys, lingerie, outfits, and restraints were his desire..... other times, nothing but the nude flesh of his girls. Aizen was a man with many desires... and it was hard to tell exactly what he'd desire when.... unless someone knew him well enough.<br><br>&nbsp;Shaking his head, he'd move towards the throne room, thinking perhaps he'd have a little talk with Bardel, and perhaps see about having a word with Vesta.<br><br>__________________________________________<br><br>&nbsp;Bardel likewise would be heading towards the throne room, though at a much slower pace, age having its grip on the man far more than Aizen.
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				Title: <strong>Re: In His Service [Antone &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>29-05-2009, 22:35:26</strong>
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				Vesta sighed as he he was slightly slower then normal to respond, but soon he was the hot passionate lover she knew so well. He took her mouth, his hands tight and sure on her hips as he all but picked her up and pinned her to the wall. The man knew how to get her going, she undulated her body against his, a movement graceful and sensual, meant to tease up his fires. <br><br>When Urza found one of her breasts she gasped in delight and moaned at the hard grip, the strength of his hand. He was a warrior, a true man, unafraid and rough and dark. Aizen was weaker then Urza in her mind, but then Aizen wasn't as easily led as the guard was. Her nails raked down his back and she nipped at his lower lip, demanding that he give her more. <br><br>-------------------------------<br><br>Suri found her body stirring to life as he winked at her, the smile on Taim's lips warming her completely as she stood still and he touched her, soft and sure. He was so handsome and so protective, she enjoyed being with him and was grateful the King allowed them to sleep together. Her cheeks touched with a slight blush at his words and she smiled. "I am glad of that..."<br><br>When he mentioned Zora she nodded "True, though I'm sure she has near cried herself to sleep by now, she wasn't in much of a state to be awake for long when I put her to bed." She turned, quickly peeking her head into the suite of rooms and saw a still and silent figure laying upon the bed. Suri turned with a smile then and offered her hand out to Taim "My rooms then?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: In His Service [Antone &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>31-05-2009, 23:48:08</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;Urza would feel the nip of her lips against his, and growled very softly in his quaking desire, both hands slowly moving to grip her hips, pulling her closer to him, that she might wrap her legs about him. And if she did, hands would find their way to her ass, questing beneath whatever style of outfit she wore this day, seeing if she wore undergarments, or not... generally, she didn't if she was visiting him. But when she did, on the rare occasion, he took special enjoyment in shredding them off of her body, before roughly fucking her.<br><br>&nbsp;His mouth would continue to press down upons hers, tongue forcing into the depths of her lips, invading her mouth, claiming it, using it... just as another appendage would soon be roughly claiming another orifice of her body.... though which of her three holes of pleasure he'd end up taking in this moment was yet unknown.<br><br>______________________________________<br><br>&nbsp;Taim would cross his arms, and move to lean against the wall immediately next to the doorframe, one leg bending so the flat of his left foot could rest flat against the wall, and he'd consider her, a teasing little smirk upon his lips, though a moment later, he'd give the slightest little shake of his head.<br><br>&nbsp;"now now... I would say your trying to get me in trouble. After all, I'm to guard both of the beautiful princesses' this night while they slumber... and I can't very well do such a thing if I'm in your chambers, blissed out, now could I? your trying to make me abandon my station for fleshly pleasure..."<br><br>&nbsp;His eyes held a spark of amusement, wondering if she would really try to lure him to her chambers... or accept his words, and attempt to show her gratitude there, in the hall.<br><br>_______________________________________________<br><br>&nbsp;Aizen would find his way eventually to his chambers, moving into the luxurious room with the bed easily large enough for a dozen people. He'd move over to it, turn on his heel, and almost instantly fall onto his back to rest just past the edge of it, letting out a soft exhalation of breath. <br><br>&nbsp;Most thought the life of a king would be luxurious and carefree... and while he had many pleasures that most would never dream of having, such as his harem of girls, the decisions he had to make on a daily basis... decisions that impacted thousands of live... they wore a man down, noble or not. The power he held was not one to take lightly. Countries could be destroyed by his armies... and on nothing more than a simple whim. Of course, he liked to think he was a better ruler than that... but sometimes, he couldn't help but question his own abilities and leadership.
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				Title: <strong>Re: In His Service [Antone &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>08-06-2009, 23:47:19</strong>
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				Oh she loved how he growled. She went deeper into the kiss with him, trembling as he took her hips and guided her to wrap her legs around him. Of course the movement bared herself to him, pressing her most intimate parts against his body, yet it was worth it, worth it to feel his hands on her curvy rear. As his strong hands shaped her ass she shivered and smiled, feeling saucy and brave for having gone with undergarments, tight beneath the harem pants that flared over her hips. He hated having anything in his way.<br><br>She loved to make him work for it more then anything. Her lips took his kiss, demanding just as much as he took, yet part of her loved the darker sense of use he promised her with the way he kissed her. Urza held an edge when it came to sex that no one else could give to her. It was forbidden, maybe even death if they were caught, but he was like a drug she couldn't get out of her system. <br><br>-------------------------------<br><br>At Taim's words Suri realized just how lasp she had been in her judgments, but she didn't want to just...let him use her here in the hallway. That was something that Vesta would do and even if she was a slave girl to the King, she was still a Princess. The brunette worried her lower lip before sighing and glancing at the room across the hall from Zoranna's rooms. <br><br>"What about the massage room across the hall? Please Taim...I..not in the hallway." she begged softly, her eyes pleading. <br><br>--------------------------<br><br>Zorana had realized Suri wasn't coming back to the bedroom. She had likely gotten caught up with the guards she tried to find, and the blond was sick of just cowering in her bed, she wanted to see someone, to do something. She moved to sit on the bed and glanced around her, before tugging on the robe she had pulled on after the bath. It flowed and hinted at her body beneath the fabric but it would do for cover for now. <br><br>A slender golden hand pushed back her heavy hair and she wandered a touch around her room, stumbling over a carpet and putting out a hand to brace herself. Only it braced on a piece of the wall a wall which then swung around and suddenly she was inside it. It was dark and she trembled, suddenly afraid again and hardly holding back her tears. She hated, loathed the dark with a deep seated fear. But after five minutes of being unable to figure out how to get out again she began to feel her way down the walls, hoping she was going in a direction that would let her out soon. A faint light showed after several long minutes and she all but ran toward it, breathing erratically, wanting to get out of the dark. <br><br>She saw a door, an easily shown one, with light, diffused coming through some sort of tapestry on the other side of a tiny window. That was the light. She reached to push it open and then went tumbling into a large, opulent room with a squeak of dismay. The blond princess lifted her bright green eyes and then blushed furiously when she saw the King, tears threatening. "It...was dark...."
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				Title: <strong>Re: In His Service [Antone &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>22-06-2009, 13:52:19</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;Urza would feel the thin material of her panties, and it would bring a growl to his lips, though it'd be hard to tell if it was of anger, desire, or perhaps excitement at being able to remove them. But regardless of what emotion drove it, he'd move her back to her feet, their bodies slipping away from each other long enough for him to spin her around, and with a hand on the back of her neck, he'd bend her over quite roughly, forcing her to brace against the wall, making her push that gorgeous ass of hers out further to him in offering.<br><br>&nbsp;"Brave little slut..."<br><br>&nbsp;His free hand would slide down, stroking the curve of her ass, before pushing her harem pants down enough to get a firm grip on her panties. Tightening his fingers, he'd jerk upwards, and there'd be a moment a discomfort as the material dug into her flesh... before it ripped from the strength of his arm, becoming little more than a rag, which he balled up in his hand.<br><br>&nbsp;"... better..."<br><br>________________________________________________<br><br>&nbsp;Taim would smile a bit at the reaction Suri was giving, and would give a slow nod at her words, one of his hands moving, and lightly brushing her hip. Looking at the doorway a moment, he'd slowly ease from the wall, and wait for Suri to lead the way.<br><br>&nbsp;"... as long as I can see the doorway..."<br><br>&nbsp;He may be as eager for the pleasure of Suri's body as she was for his, but he was given a task by the King himself, which meant he was going to take it quite serious.... regardless of what else came up.<br><br>____________________________________________<br><br>&nbsp;Aizen would actually just be returning to his chambers, having secured the door, and was walking towards the insanely large bed that dominated the center of the chambers.... when a sudden squeak would catch him off guard, his body turning, a hand flashing to the hilt of his sword, warrior instinct coming naturally. But the blade wouldn't even be drawn as eyes would find Zorana standing there, looking like she was about to cry. For a moment, he'd wonder how she got in there, though from the shifting of the tapestry behind her, he could guess she found one of the secret passages.<br><br>&nbsp;Releasing the hilt of the sword, he'd walk over, not really saying anything. But once next to her, his arms would actually move to ease around her body, one hand resting on the small of her back, the other sliding up between her shoulder blades, and he'd drawn her into a gentle hug, his body strong and warm.<br><br>&nbsp;"Shhhh... its alright... your safe... I'm here...."<br>
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