Honour-Bound
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				Title: <strong>Honour-Bound</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 22:47:12</strong>
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				The moon shone like a silver lighthouse through the windows of the Chapel of the Vigil, its rays gleaming off the breastplate that lay on the altar.<br><br>Asric of Candorhold (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=45831.msg3978933#msg3978933), son of lord Redric of Candorhold, squire of Sir Matharus and knight-aspirant was supposed to be deep in prayer and meditation as preparation for his spiritual elevation and duties as a knight of the realm, but his actions were rather more profane. His hand nestled below his tunic, pumping slowly back and forth, and his eyes were screwed shut in pleasure rather than piety. His knuckles tightened around his thick cock, milking it hard as he imagined his liege-lady, his beloved, his princess Gwethana awaiting him.<br><br>Tonight was the night he was supposed to stand vigil over his arms and armour, the final step before becoming a knight. But instead, once the darkest hour had come and the castle fallen into slumber, he would abandon the rite and steal away with her. He would forsake the chance to be formally dubbed Sir Asric... but he had come to learn there were things more powerful than knighthood, oaths more binding than service. The young man grunted as a wave of pleasure shot through his body, and he buckled forward slightly, his hand stroking harder and faster. Just the thought of the princess, bound in submission to him as they both craved... “Uh! Ahhh!” Asric shivered, his shoulders thrown back as his manhood pulsed and his hot cum spattered on the chapel's cold flagstones. He winced at the sight, then grinned to himself; he'd have to learn more self-control. He would have plenty of opportunity to practise, once he and Gwethana were safely away.<br><br>Asric raised his head and peered out the window. The moon was full and high now; thee was no time like a present. The young man gave his gleaming armour a sorrowful look. It would be a shame to leave such fine panoply behind, but it was too heavy and too noisy to be any use in their escape. His sword, though... he'd soon as go naked as be without that. Asric stood and took the blade, carefully resheathing it, then tied it to his belt and strapped the end to his thigh to prevent it knocking against anything as he walked. He gathered the other things he had sneaked into the chapel in preparation... his orichalcum pentacle, the small bag of silver he'd managed to save from his stipend, the map that showed the kingdom of Strathian and its surrounds... and the rope. It was magnificent, a silk braid, light and strong, that could bind and bite without chafing or tearing. The Master Cordwright's finest work... perfect for tying a royal personage.<br><br>His heart beat faster as he began to creep away. The main doors would be ceremonially watched by two knights, but there was a little known side-door in the Chapel behind the font...<br><br><hr><br>Luckily, the walls of the princess's tower were built for ornamentation, not security. Perfumed floral vines crawled across the antique masonry, causing the blocks to fit unevenly and creating plenty of hand and toe holds that an athletic young man unburdened by armour could ascend. Asric fervently hoped his grey tabard would help him blend in with the stone under moonlight as he picked his way up towards the balcony.<br><br>His gloved fingers sought purchase on the wooden overhang, and he hauled himself up with a grunt. Asric stood on the balcony, taking a breath and peering at the velvet curtains that hung before the princess's chamber. “Gwethana?” he intoned softly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Honour-Bound</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 23:09:50</strong>
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				Princess Gwethana Florian paced the length of her chamber, the forest green velvet of her grown rustling across the stone floor. Her maids had woven tiny white flowers throughout her hair in preparation of her birthday festivities that evening. It was her one hundred and tenth birthday, as an elf it was the day she entered adulthood. Her pale skin was as flawless as a human eighteen year old, her green eyes sparkling.&nbsp; But she wasn't looking forward to her birthday as she should have been. In her father's kingdom, women were bound and enslaved, used as a way to control their men. She had lived with it, watched the women of the kingdom in their ropes, dreamed of it. Gwethana dreamed of being in the ropes of her lover, Asric, who was to have been a knight.<br><br>King Florian had had other ideas for her future though. He had informed her a month prior that she would be wed to a Prince of a neighboring kingdom as he could not stomach the idea of seeing his only daughter bound and at the feet of one of the men. He ignored all of her arguments from the fact that she shouldn't be above the law to her rebellion at the idea of marrying someone she didn't know or love. Gwethana had always known she was not important to the monarchy as she had six brothers before her. And her father had spoiled her since she had never known her mother, who had passed away giving birth to her.<br><br>When King Florian had had enough of her protests, he had slammed his fist on the table and declared that no daughter of his was going to be enslaved and she would be marrying this prince. Gwethana had gone to Asric in tears the next day, declaring they must run away as she could not bear to be torn away from him. As well, she confessed her desire to be bound like the other women.<br><br>She had packed nothing as she should own nothing and they didn't want to appear to be nobles. It was now a matter of time, waiting for Asric to come to lead her away from the castle and in to their new lives before she had to go downstairs for the fete. Gwethana had no desire to celebrate. <br><br>Hearing her name, Gwethana turned, her eyes lighting up as she spotted him in the window. "Asric," she said breathlessly, running to him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Honour-Bound</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 23:33:12</strong>
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				“My love!” the renegade knight exclaimed in relief, taking her in his arms. Asric's hard embrace closed around the elf-maid's slim hips, and he crushed her against the firmness of his body, from broad shoulders to tapered waist. His mouth closed on hers in a forceful, powerful kiss that seemed determined to suck the very breath from her lungs. Gradually, his lips eased their intensity, the kiss melting into a slower, softer, sensual exploration of her mouth. He could have stood there and enjoyed the feel of her lips all night... but they had to make good their escape.<br><br>Asric raised his head, but continued to gaze down fondly at her and stroked her hair gently. “Are you ready to make good our flight, Gweth?” he murmured huskily, glancing up to survey the room quickly. He saw she had nothing to take with her, and his heart soared at her true faith and absolute surrender to his protection and control. Smiling, he kissed her again swiftly, then stood back.<br><br>“It only seems right that if we are eloping so that you can take my ropes, love,” Asric said with a sly gleam in his eye, “That we begin as we mean to continue.” He reached down to his belt, and unwound the rope from his waist, letting it uncoil to the floor with a whisper of silk on silk.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Honour-Bound</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>06-12-2010, 00:30:00</strong>
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				"I have been anxiously awaiting our appointed time to leave," Gweth replied, her eyes twinkling. "I have anxiously awaited the time for us to join." Her gaze fell on the ropes Asric uncoiled, the stir of a expectant shiver stealing through out her. "Tonight is the first night of our lives together, my darling," she said breathlessly, "And I accept your ropes." To her, the ropes were a symbol of never-ending love, which she had found with Asric.<br><br>Gweth took one last look around her chamber. It was filled with the finest gems and metals the King could find, the furnishings embellished with the finest silks and velvets the kingdom had to offer. But they were all just material objects and what her heart desired was her own true love, the one thing her father had been intent on keeping her from.<br><br>Her heart beat rapidly, anticipating the feel of Asric binding her, marking her as his. Heat stirred deep within her, the tip of her tongue darted across her lower lip. Gweth gave him a brillliant smile, her eyes sparkling and filled with love.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Honour-Bound</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>06-12-2010, 09:43:20</strong>
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				Asric smiled warmly at Gwethana's statement that she had been as eager for this as him. He bowed his head to kiss her brow, inhaling the scent of her red-gold hair; spring blossoms. He had conquered fear many times during his training, the fear of battle and blades, monsters and sorcerers, but none had struck him as deeply as the idea that his lady might change her mind about this terrible, thrilling, perilous plan. He stroked the curve of her back gently, and murmured his answer to her acceptance: “There is no other woman that I would want to bind to me. I vow to be your shield and your sword arm, your strict but forever-loving master.”<br><br>He wrapped the rope around his hands as he stepped back and moved around behind her. “I apologise, your highness,” he teased as he took her hands and held them firmly at her back. “That I do not have time to do this properly. I should most dearly love to undress you and bind you from head to toe... but alas, we have not the time.” Asric looped the rope expertly around her wrists. Ever since king Florian's decree regarding the status of women, knot-work and the art of binding people had become as central a skill to a knight as polishing armour or saddling a horse.<br><br>The rope forced Gweth's hands together, and Asric began to tightly coil it up her forearms, encasing them tightly. He brought the cord up and wrapped it around her chest and through her cleavage in a figure of eight, looping it twice so that it would fit her body snugly, pulling her robes close, squeezing, lifting and separating her breasts. Around her waist it cinched tight, three loops braided together, and then he knelt to tie the princess' legs together at the ankles and knees. A simply binding, and the fact she still wore her dress made it imperfect, but it would suffice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Honour-Bound</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>06-12-2010, 13:19:45</strong>
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				"I understand my darling," Gweth said softly as her beloved began to bind her. She had thought she might feel a bit of fear when her arms were bound making her helpless and as vulnerable as one could be, but as she felt the ropes binding her arms, pulling them behind her, she felt only excitement. Her lips parted at the pleasure and the feeling of freedom. "We can use my dress later to set a false trail," she said, thinking of the best ways to keep them hidden and out of trouble.<br><br>A pleasured little sound escaped her when he bound her legs and a smile curved Gweth's lips. The ceremony had been held and the bindings were in place. She was Asric's forever, just as she always wanted to be. The only way to improve upon the feelings was to be nude, as the rule decreed. But they could handle that later. Gweth moved ever so slightly, just wanting to get a feel for the ropes which bound her firmly. Pleasure pounded through her. This was the life she was born to her and her father had tried to deny her the exquisite sensations.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Honour-Bound</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 09:41:50</strong>
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				The man paused, standing behind his elven blossom and admiring his handywork – and her. The rope bound her arms in a tight reverse-prayer hold, the sleeves of her gown keeping it from biting her soft flesh. Asric ran his hands slowly up the coils and knots, then continued up to the shoulders of Gwethana's garb. Studying her with a calm fascination, he brushed her hair back, tucking her braids behind her pointed ears before anointing their tapered points with a kiss apiece. His leather-gauntleted hands briefly slid around her body, checking the fit of the rope harness he had tied, and cupping the proud curves of her breasts. Hands more used to holding a sword hilt or reins squeezed her twin globes tightly, and Asric gave a shuddering sigh of anticipation against her ear. <br><br>“I have never seen a woman so much more beautiful bound than free,” he murmured, planting a kiss on her cheek before closing his arms around her. Asric hoisted Gweth up and carefully knelt, placing her on the ground to finish his work. He bent her legs back at the knees and lifted her bound hands to meet them, slipping another coil around both so that she was 'hog tied', in the common parlance... though Asric preferred the more dignified term the professional binders used, the Position of the Hawk in Flight. In addition to limiting Gweth's movements still further, it served to fold her into a neat package. This made it easy for Asric to take her in his arms again and carry her to the balcony, out through the curtains and into the moonlit night.<br><br>It would be impossible to climb down carrying the princess...but luckily, Asric had plenty of rope. He tied a second cord to the knot that held Gweth's hands and arms together, and looped it through the balcony's railings and around his waist. The young man then simply dropped her over the edge – though with enough slack that she only fell an inch. Leaning back against the weight, he started to feed rope out, slowly, careful not to swing her back and forth... and the elf-maid was lowered from the balcony like precious cargo on a crane.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Honour-Bound</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 19:49:56</strong>
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				Gwethana stood stock still, loving the feel of the ropes binding her. Her lips parted and she released the most soft of whimpers when he pulled her arms up her back. Being bound was everything she had imagined it would be, nay, even more so because it was her beloved Asric binding her. The gentle kisses on the tips of her ears were nearly her undoing. Such a heady sensation to be bound and treated so lovingly. "Oh," she murmured breathlessly as he fondled her breasts, a low heat coiling inside of her.<br><br>Her eyes rounded as he bound her wrists to her ankles. Gwethana had given herself into his care and she trusted him with her life. She gasped when he dropped her over the railing but managed not to scream with surprise, especially when she came to a halt after only an inch. Gwethana bit her lower lip and watched the rapidly approaching ground as he inched her down, ever so gently. She had expected to swing to and fro, but Asric took great care that she did not do so. Gwethana couldn't stop the happy loving smile that curved her lips as she lay helplessly on the ground, awaiting her beloved to join her.<br><br>She realized she felt free, unencumbered by her previous royal duties, or any that would come with marriage into a kingdom where women were allowed freedom. Gwethana had been raised with the knowledge that the greatest gift a woman could bring into a marriage was her complete submission. From her visits to the town and the farms, she knew some women were kept tightly bound and to serve their man in only&nbsp; their womanly duties and others were bound a bit looser so they might still be a help mate. Her heart simply soared with the knowledge that she belonged to her beloved now. <br><br>Gwethana turned her head slightly so she could watch Asric's descent from the balcony, love shining in her eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Honour-Bound</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>10-12-2010, 09:13:43</strong>
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				As gently as a stork delivering a swaddled infant, Asric lowered his princess to the soft grass and fallen petals below her tower. Once he felt the rope go slack, the man quickly leaned over the balcony and glanced down, making sure she was safe on the ground. He sighed in relief, before undoing the rope from the railings and letting it fall. Unencumbered, he stretched his limbs and pushed himself over the edge and onto the wall, clinging to the vine-clad masonry and picking his way down swiftly. The silver light of the moon was no longer a welcome timekeeper, but an enemy, telling him how little night remained to make good their flight.<br><br>As the renegade knight dropped the last few feet and rose, he cast a glance at the keep's great hall. Its high windows shone and radiated warmth, signifying the royal celebration still ongoing. Gwethana's coming of age was a major event, and nearly the entire population of the castle would be there; cooks and servants, king and elder princes, and the majority of the guard. Hopefully, none would question the princess's plea of exhaustion and request for privacy, her excuse for retreating to her chambers and barring the door.<br><br>Asric knelt with a tender smile and scooped his bound love into strong arms. “I promise to take you away from all this, Gweth,” he said softly, stroking her red-gold hair back and kissing her brow tenderly. “You will be mine, and mine alone.” Cradling her tight, the man glance up and whistled.<br><br>A few moments later, Asric's warhorse Thunderer trotted into view. A fine chestnut beast, it snorted and snuffled his hand and Gweth's robe. The knight carried his lady around to the side, and laid her across Thunderer's haunches, as if she was a saddlebag. He drew leather straps from the saddle, and with calm determination lashed the young woman into place, sprawling sideways and face down across the animal. His hands touched her here and there, ensuring she was secure and as comfortable as the position allowed. The straps bit into her shoulders, around her waist and legs, immobilising her still further.<br><br>At last, Asric hauled himself up into the saddle. Thunderer shifted under the weight, and then began to walk towards the castle's walls as the reins were snapped. Asric sat straight-backed and watchful, glancing around frequently for trouble, but his hand reached back and rested on Gwethana's bottom, absently stroking it through her dress.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Honour-Bound</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>11-12-2010, 05:22:16</strong>
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				Gweth tried her very best to remain silent, knowing the slightest sound from her would bring untold danger upon her beloved. Pinned down across the horse's flank, she squirmed as much as her bindings allowed in response to his hand caressing her cheek. Her lips curved into a soft smile as they headed away from the palace. She let out a small puff of content air. Even though her arms ached from the unnatural position they were bound in, the seduction of being bound tightly was as delightful as Gweth had ever dreamed it would be.<br><br>She turned her head slightly, watching the palace grow smaller as their distance from her home grew. Gweth knew all guards were on duty and patrolling the grounds due to the coming of age fete and neither of them could let down their guards until they reached their new home. Once they were safe in their new home, Gweth could give in to the desire to let Asric know how happy she was. Gweth dropped her gaze and watched the ground from this most different angle.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Honour-Bound</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>13-12-2010, 00:06:43</strong>
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				Though his every instinct was to spur the destrier into a gallop and flee, just take Gwethana and out-race any pursuit, Asric made himself keep up the steady, inconspicuous pace. Thunderer walked sedately across the bailey and towards the palace's postern gate; a small door of solid iron set in the thickest part of the battlements, to all intents and purposes a secret passage by which the defenders could launch sallying parties if they were besieged. The knight knew the gate would now be unguarded, the men there deployed to cover the feast.<br><br>As they approached the gate he dismounted and moved to it. The bar was immensely heavy in order to resist battering rams, and normally needed two men to lift. Asric set his strength to it, arms shaking with the effort, muscles bulging and aching as he slowly hoisted the bar and pushed it aside once free of the braces. He paused for a moment, leaning on the door and breathing deep, before pushing it open and returning to Gweth with a smile. “The way is open, my flower,” he murmured, stooping to kiss her brow, stroking her hair with one gloved hand. “Though we still have many miles to go before we can rest.”<br><br>Asric remounted, and urged the destrier into a ground-eating trot. The war horse's muscles surged and rolled under her; the pace was easy for Thunderer to manage, as he was used to carrying a man in full armour, not one in cloth and a svelte elf-maid. The constant jostling was far from comfortable with her bound over its haunches, however. They travelled quickly but quietly through the terraces of high houses that made up the Noble Quarter surrounding the palace. Though most of the lords and ladies would even now be at the banquet in Gweth's honour, their servants would be making the estates ready for their jolly, drunken return.<br><br>An hour or so later, and they were beyond the parklands of the nobles, approaching the disused road that ran along the edges of the Darrain Forest. The hard-packed dirt was rutted with wagon trails and sprouted grass; it was seldom travelled and no longer maintained since the cobbled royal highway had been finished. Thunderer had to slow his pace to avoid breaking an ankle in the uneven surface, and after a while Asric reined him to a halt.<br><br>He slid out of the saddle again and began to unstrap Gweth, leaving her tied but taking her in his arms. Asric found a tree stump, and sat himself down on it, holding her in his lap. He began checking her bonds for tightness and anxiety that they may be cutting into her or stopping bloodflow; this was the first time he'd bound a woman outside of practise sessions as a squire.<br><br>“Are you all right?” he asked compassionately, massaging her wrists and calves to keep the blood moving. He lifted a wineskin from the saddle, offering it to her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Honour-Bound</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>15-12-2010, 15:16:37</strong>
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				When it was finally safe to stop and take a rest, Gweth let out a small breath.&nbsp; Her body balanced on his lap, she allowed herself to relax while his fingers tested her bonds and brushed her body. Just the merest of touches from Asric could set her aflame. She did love being bound but her innards felt completely jumbled from the jostling. She smiled and accepted a drink before replying. "Yes, I am fine, my love. A little bit of jostling never hurt anyone." She lifted her head slightly and glanced around. "Tis a beautiful evening. A moon meant for lovers," she added wistfully. <br><br>The moon was full and bright, the night sky twinkling with starlight. It was quite magical. Only the slightest of breezes disturbed the comfortable air. If Gweth could have ordered in weather just for the occasion, this would have been her selection.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Honour-Bound</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>31-12-2010, 19:50:03</strong>
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				Asric's thumbs, roughened by the habitual grasp of a set of reins or a leather-wrapped sword hilt traced the fine bones of Gwethana's wrists as he held her on his lap. She was as light and warm as a bird, her hair falling in red-gold streams as vibrant as any plumage, albeit a little tangled and bedecked with twigs and leaves from the journey. Realising that it must have fallen annoyingly about her face as they travelled, the knight conscientiously took a short length of silk cord from his belt and carefully tied her hair back with a spiralling knot.<br><br>When she had refreshed herself from the wineskin, he paused, gazing into her face raptly. The drink made her lips glisten deepest red, and the faint silver light of the moon did not wash out the colour of her eyes, but rather accentuated them, like the setting for a pair of rubies. Asric's hand suddenly tightened around her arm, his strong fingers encircling and locking the limb in place as his other curled around her hip and pulled her tight into his lap. She was bound, helpless before him; his touch was strong without being rough, sure and powerful as a man's should be. “A moon just for us,” he whispered in reply. Unable to resist the perfection of the moment, he bent over her, hot breath on her wine-stained lips. His hair hung like a shadow against his brow, and his eyes gleamed pale grey in the moonlight, making him seem a part of the night itself; all-covering, all-powerful.<br><br>The hard line of his jaw nuzzled hers, prickly with stubble as he inhaled the elf-maid's scent and caressed her cheek with his. “My lady...” Asric murmured fervently, bringing his lips firmly down onto hers. He drank the flavour that lingered there, then delved deeper, holding her to him as he tasted the warmth of her mouth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Honour-Bound</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>02-01-2011, 22:20:08</strong>
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				Gweth's lashes fluttered across her cheekbones. "My lord, my knight, my beloved," she whispered breathlessly before he claimed her lips. She lost herself the taste and softness of his lips. The ropes were a sweet torment, leaving her unable to touch him yet heightening the sensation of every touch he lay upon her flesh. The moonlight gave Asric the appearance of being ethereal as it glistened in his eyes and hair.<br><br>Her heart wrenched when they're lips finally parted even as his taste lingered on her lips. Gweth inhaled, a shuddering breath of pleasure. "Again, if you please, my lord," she pleaded, needing more of his kisses. The silvery moonlight was more romantic than she had ever remembered, and Gweth longed to savor every moment beneath it with Asric.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Honour-Bound</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 19:08:43</strong>
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				Asric murmured a sigh which became a chuckle as the elven princess begged for further kisses. Her plea gently fanned the embers of his desire, and he bent forward as if to meet her demand. Instead, though, he went to the side and planted his lips against her ear, kissing the delicate shell from point to lobe, then trailing his mouth in a burning pilgrimage along the side of her throat. “My lady,” he gasped against her skin, as his hand came up, stroking across the folds of her dress. The renegade knight brushed his palm against the proud globes of her breasts, lifted and squeezed by the girdle of ropes that wrapped and crossed her chest. Strong, rough fingers worked the fabric against her body, until he found the firm peaks of her nipples, which he rubbed gently then seized in a pinch.<br><br>The man groaned, arousal growing as he explored his beloved's helplessly bound body. He knew they should make haste to a safer place, but here, alone on the winding forest edge road, the desire to take advantage of her state and demonstrate his affections was almost intolerable.
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