The Theatre (Eeyore + Aeval)
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				Title: <strong>The Theatre (Eeyore + Aeval)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>28-01-2010, 19:19:29</strong>
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				The grand city of Tetrarch, Capital of Ribenheim, lay at the mouth of a river. Its high Inner-City Walls had never been breached, protecting the Royal Family and their Palace from harm for countless years. The city itself had increasingly expanded over the years, passing the Middle Wall (named so as it nestled around the inner half of the city) and now with hovels exceeding the protection of the Outer Wall. A wooden palisade had been erected around the outlaying homes as some form of protection, but it was truly meant to slow down any attacking force. Of course, it had been centuries since the city proper had come under attack.<br><br>The focus of this story does not lie with the city as a whole, but focus on a select few of its citizens, with 'The Theatre' at its center.<br><br>The Theatre, nestled in the heart of the Sailors District, amongst the brothels and other such businesses, has risen to country-wide fame. When one enters the Theatre, it would first appear to be like any other, with balcony seating for the rich and famous and floor seating for everyone else, a large stage with red curtains at the focal point. Upon closer inspection one would fine the balcony seating and booths to be enclosed and angled to face the stage and not each other, allowing a great deal of privacy for those inside.<br><br>The types of plays performed were pornographic in nature and received with much fanfare. Occasionally members from the audience would be pulled onto the stage to partake in various acts and the crowd itself would get so aroused that people would start to fuck right their in the theatre. It was the place were all fantasies were fulfilled, a place a debauchery and deceit. A place where all could congregate and fornicate...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Theatre (Eeyore + Aeval)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aeval</strong> on <strong>29-01-2010, 01:21:23</strong>
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				(http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs42/f/2009/107/0/1/0179caef9c075563e2076b9acd590a74.jpg)<br><br>Giselle was a lovely girl of 17 summers. She was a Princess actually- raised in wealth and advantage. She had an unbecoming air about her given her birth. She had a natural gift of sweetness and calm. Whenever she walked in the gardens of her family's estate the birds would fly to her and the small animals would gather around her when she sat to rest. She had a beautiful voice and when she sang it was as if the wind stood still to listen to her and the animal kingdom knelt at her feet to pay homage to her. Her parents were always calling her to come and sing for their guests and as a dutiful daughter, she willingly complied.<br><br>Her blond curls cascaded down her back- they were naturally curly and no work for her nursemaid or lady in waiting. Her skin was of the softest ivory with not a blemish on her body save for a natural birthmark in the shape of a heart that rested on her left hip. All the women born to the House of Mar wore this birthmark with pride. Of course, only their husbands and physicians were privy to seeing it.<br><br>Other than that, Giselle led a simple life for a Princess: horseback riding, reading, painting, playing the piano forte, embroidery and the ever present teas and luncheons with the women that her mother invited for entertainment and gossip. Giselle did not like gossiping and so she would sit quietly and listen to everyone else. <br><br>Her passion was reading! With every story she was the heroine waiting to be freed or the Pirate Captain or the Fairy! As she read, she became the character, closing her eyes and envisioning the scenes even before she read them.<br><br>She had overheard one evening, when her parents had given a dinner party, several of the women were talking about 'The Theatre' and what exciting things were there! Men and women dressed up in all kinds of costumes doing all 'kinds' of things!<br><br>Ever since that evening, Giselle had been enthralled with the idea of going to The Theatre. She had asked her nursemaid about it and she had almost given her a heart attack! The nursemaid scolded her and yelled at her and admonished her for asking about 'that filthy place!' Well THAT of course made Giselle want to go there even more!<br><br>She had saved some of her coin and bribed Barnaby, the head stableman to drive her there and wait for her. She had been planning this for weeks! He had tried to talk her out of it but she had said if he didn't drive her there she would sneak out and take her horse Prince and ride there herself! He was so afraid she would really do it he readily agreed. He said it was better for him to take her and be able to protect her than him having to launch a search party when she didn't come home!<br><br>She just laughed at him- she thought: <em>What could possibly happen to me at the theatre?</em><br><br>The Theatre played every weekend, she had found out and tonight was Friday. Her parents were going out to a ball and Giselle knew they would be out all evening! She had kissed her nursemaid good night, got into her nightgown and slipped into her bed with a book. She was watching the clock and listening- as the clock struck 10 bells..she slowly got out of bed. She had her hose on under her nightgown as well as her undergarments. She slipped the nightgown over her head and slipped on a black dress that was unassuming. No one would be able to guess she was a Princess! She took her black cape from the closet and put it around her shoulders. She held her shoes in her hand and blew out the candle in her room and let the darkenss descend. She opened the door quietly and looked up and down the hall and listened for any noise--there was nothing--not a sound. <br><br>She slipped out of her door and went to the end of the hall where the servants stairs were. She walked down quietly making sure not to step on those spots that made that creaking noise. She had been up and down these steps often enough as a child and she remembered. <br>She made her way to the bottom of the steps..she looked from right to left and saw no one. She proceeded out the door..put on her shoes in a hurry and ran to the stables. Barnaby was there waiting for.<br><br>"Are ya sure ya want ta go on with this, Miss? I'll surely be hanged if they find oout I helped ya!"<br><br>"Don't worry Barnaby..I will tell the truth that you had nothing to do with it and I threatened you!"<br><br>She laughed and climbed in the carriage. It was a nondescript carriage that the kitchen used sometimes to pick up supplies. There were no markings of the House of Mar on the carriage. <br>Giselle sat back in deliscious excitement! She was on an adventure! Her first! Oh..it was so much fun! She couldn't imagine what she would see or hear and the smells- how different would they be from her home? And the costumes..would they be like she imagined in her books? She clapped her hands together in impatience and glee.<br><br>They rode for nearly an hour- she could tell as they came closer to the city- the smell changed and was not so pleasant and there was so much more noise! She had not realised it would be so noisy!<br><br>The carriage slowed then stopped. Barnaby came and opened her door.<br><br>"Here we are Miss. I will walk in with you- I will stay at yur back in case ya need me."<br><br>Barnaby did not look pleased..not at all..as a matter of fact he seemed to have a worried furrow on his brow. Giselle patted his arm..<br><br>"I'll be fine! Don't worry!"<br><br>As she began to walk up the steps of the Theatre there were whistles and loud clapping. She looked at the people going into the Theatre and many were not dressed up as she had thought they would be. There were no elaborate ball gowns or tiaras, no expanse of jewelry worn by the women. It puzzled her but she shrugged her shoulders as she walked into the Theatre.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Theatre (Eeyore + Aeval)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>29-01-2010, 15:29:51</strong>
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				The Theatre was in fact much more raunchy then the Princess had expected. Woman wore scandalous dresses that seemed to reveal more then cover and one woman was already on her knees, head bobbing back and forth while her man smoked a cigar just inside the door. It seemed not everyone could wait for things to get started.<br><br>A few other carriages, mostly nondescript, also were arriving, their occupants similarly dressed. A few wore masquerade ball masks, concealing their identity to allow them the freedom of not having to wear a hooded cloak. They all began making their way inside and the Princess would be swept up amongst the masses making their way indoors.<br><br>The back of the theatre was perhaps the darkest spot to hide, the more shy theatre goers preferring to sit back there. One woman there had her legs spread, the hand of the man to her left up her skirt while the man to her right had his hand down the front of her bodice. <br><br>Most of the crowd seemed to be making its way to the front, seeking closer access to the stage for a chance to partake in the nights showing. Guards stood at the side entrance to the stairs that led up to the enclosed balcony seating. Apparently you ha to be part of a select clientele to be seated up there. The Princess would have to choose a place on the floor - the darkened rear or the more populated front. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Theatre (Eeyore + Aeval)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aeval</strong> on <strong>30-01-2010, 06:06:21</strong>
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				She did not see what was going on to the right of her as she was looking to the left and getting quite an eyeful. She quickly snapped her head so she could only look straight ahead. Barnaby was right behind her and whispered in her ear:<br><br>"Oh Miss, I don't think this is a place for you..we should leave..right now! Your father would not be happy!"<br><br>Even if Giselle wanted to leave, she would not do it! Her stubbornness would not let her..she had come THIS far and sneaked out of the house for this so she wasn't turning back now. And this might be the only opportunity she would have to come here. <br><br>She had sense enough to understand she did not want to sit up front. She looked at the guards on the stairs and understood she could not go up there- she turned to the left and saw a dark enough corner where no one was sitting or standing..she walked over there and sat down on one of the benches. Barnaby stood near her just in case he would need to jump up and help her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Theatre (Eeyore + Aeval)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>30-01-2010, 21:02:45</strong>
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				Count Dargoth Quilindor was an attractive man of nearly 40 years of age. He was known for his wealth, his parties, and his Casanova ways, reportedly having beeded well over 300 women (daughters, wives, and mistresses) over the years. His wife was also known for her wayward ways, two peas from the same pod some would say, though she resided on their country estate while he often preyed upon the city populace. <br><br>The Count was no stranger to The Theatre either, though he often concealed his identity (which made his number of conquests a rough estimate at best) with a hooded cowl and a masquerade mask - different each time to keep people guessing. He always started in the back, moving forward once the play had started, picking his quarry with a practiced eye. Tonight, he was after something new, some one young, some one he hadn't seen before. He spotted her almost immediately, sitting in the darker area, her demeanor depicting her age and inexperience. The squire who stood beside her gave her away as a Nobles daughter, though why she had brought her squire along was anyone's guess. Perhaps she was having an illicit affair with him?&nbsp; <br><br>The Count moves closer and with a start recognizes the squire as he approaches. If that was Barnaby then the girl could only be the Princess. Oh, how the King and Queen would fret if they found out she was here!&nbsp; It would be quite the scandal, the talk of the town for months and months. They would pay him handsomely to keep quiet, of course, but he wasn't interested in their money. No, he paused, he had to think about this. It didn't take him long to come up with a devious plan. <br><br>He waits for the act to start, the raunchy humor already making the patrons laugh, the lights dimming even more as they were snuffed out - both to draw more attention to the stage and to offer a false sense of security for those more abashed at public acts. Slowly, he approaches and uses a very stern voice.<br><br>"Barnaby, leave us." He motions with his hand before sitting down next to the Princess. "Hello, M'lady. I don't think I've had the pleasure to make your...acquaintance?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Theatre (Eeyore + Aeval)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aeval</strong> on <strong>31-01-2010, 01:23:21</strong>
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				Something caught the corner of her eye- she turned her head and noticed a tall man in a hooded cape standing looking around. His head gradually made a sweep of the place and his gaze slowly wandered to where she sat. Giselle quickly moved her eyes as if she was looking straight ahead.<br><br><em>I hope he didn't see me..it's not polite to stare..but..he was a curious looking fellow.</em><br><br>Thoughts of who he was quickly jumped out of her head as the antics on the stage began and the lights turned low. Giselle's attention was totally focused there..her cheeks flaming red from the lack of clothing of the players. She did not completely understand their jokes but she understood enough to realize this was a sexual play and the people here were quite promiscuous! Still..it was exiting to be in such a forbidden place!<br><br>She had not noticed the gentleman come over until she heard his booming voice: "Barnaby, leave us." <br><br>She looked up first at the Nobleman's face then at Barnaby who had not moved. She nodded her head to Barnaby. She knew he might leave the building but he would not leave her here alone.<br><br>"Hello, M'lady. I don't think I've had the pleasure to make your...acquaintance?" <br><br>She looked up at the gentleman's face..<br><br><em>Hm...he is quite handsome..older..like Papa!! Surely it is safe to stay with him!</em><br><br>She smiled at him that beauteous smile of innocence and warmth that a young woman gives an older man expecting him to be her protector. She held her gloved hand to him..<br><br>"My name is Giselle, my Lord. I am guessing you know my family as you called my man by name. And what is yours?"<br><br>She looked at him inquisitively, awaiting his reply.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Theatre (Eeyore + Aeval)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>31-01-2010, 14:45:10</strong>
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				As the Count sits down, the first sexual act of the play begins, the woman's shirt breaking away to reveal her full breasts before she drops to her knees, quickly freeing the hard cock of the man before her, taking it into her mouth. Her oral skills were something to gawk at, as she neatly swallowed the mans cock on her very first go. It quickly turned into a throat fuck, already several in the crowd were getting horny.<br><br>The Count rests his hand on her thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze and then just resting it there once Barnaby leaves. "I know who you are, Princess." He murmurs softly, so only she could see. "Though it would be better to give a false name and not be accompanied&nbsp; by some one from the royal household if you want your identity to be kept a secret." His voice is deep and sexy.<br><br>"Now, Giselle." He continues, her name rolling off his tongue. "You can call me...Count. I am sure you will be able to figure out my identity soon enough. But I must ask, what is the Princess doing here, in such a scandalous place? Perhaps her virtue has been taken, I answer myself, or she is looking for it to be taken." He pauses, briefly, before continuing. "Or perhaps she has been having certain thoughts...certain feelings that she doesn't fully understand, lately. Perhaps she seeks a way to satisfy such things? What do you think, Giselle?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Theatre (Eeyore + Aeval)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aeval</strong> on <strong>31-01-2010, 15:31:33</strong>
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				As the woman takes the cock into her mouth, Giselle turns her face away- the red stain of embarassment now also staining her neck. She looks up in shocked surprise as the nobleman puts his hand on her leg- she is about to protest when he speaks. She gasps, audibly as his words hit home. Her first reaction is horror at the insinuation that she is no longer a virgin and then anger when he suggests she WANTS it taken..but his last remark...<br><br><em>Wwwwwwhat...can he...no...but..does he...um...can he read my mind? </em><br><br>Her eyes turn to look into his..she opens her mouth to speak and then closes it again..<br><br><em>Well, Giselle, you are here, aren't you? So..don't be a ninny now! Speak up and tell him!</em><br><br>She looks down at her clasped hands for courage and then looks up into his face again speaking softly..<br><br>"I....I am curious...that is all...I only planned to come this one time...to see..and.." she said indignantly as fire and anger lit up her eyes,<br>"I am STILL a virgin! I have not scandalized or dishonored my father's house to that degree!"<br><br>Her hands opened and grabbed the sides of her skirts and then smoothed them out to give herself something to do and stop talking about this embarassing subject. She should probably leave..but she didn't want to..not just yet. She would never come back here and never have this opportunity again..so..she wanted to stay a little longer. After all, this was a good educatioin for when she was to be a wife..wasn't it? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Theatre (Eeyore + Aeval)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>01-02-2010, 03:07:24</strong>
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				"I never said you did." he says with a smirk, sliding his hand along her leg, a little further up this time then where it had originally come to rest. "You shall learn a lot, by watching, but it does not mean much unless you have hands on experience." He squeezes her thigh again. <br><br>The couple on the stage finally finished their act, the male pulling out at the last instance to squirt his load all over her face, some of it dripping down onto her exposed breasts. <br><br>"Not that it matters much, once your father finds out you've come down here he will banish you from ever coming down here again and probably have Barnaby have an unfortunate accident...and pay me handsomely, of course, to keep quiet." He trails his hand back down her leg. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Theatre (Eeyore + Aeval)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aeval</strong> on <strong>01-02-2010, 03:24:02</strong>
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				The nobleman moves his hand farther up her leg and Giselle lays her hand on his to stay it from moving any farther up. She is not sure what to make of him. She looks up at his face again trying to place him.<br><br>She turns to watch the actors as there is some commotion and then her hand flies to her mouth and her eyes as she sees his cum seed spurt all over the woman's face and breasts. Giselle feels nauseous and as the nobleman speaks of telling her father and Barbaby possibly finding his death ,Giselle realizes who this man is - she stands ready to run out of the theatre and blurts out:<br><br>"Count Quilindor!"&nbsp; when all of a sudden her hand extends to touch him and she faints falling onto the bench- the embarrassment of what she has seen ,what she has heard and this man's reputation overwhelming her and being far more than she is able to handle.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Theatre (Eeyore + Aeval)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>01-02-2010, 03:26:43</strong>
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				There were plenty of other shouts and moans coming from the crowd, her own drowned out by the rest of them. Not that the Count would care that his disguise was discovered, it would just make things more interesting.<br><br>He catches her as she feints, laying her out on the bench, her head in his lap. Anyone looking over at them might think that the girl was giving him head. Instead, he strokes her hair out of her face, one arm resting over her taut stomach, pinning her down if she tried to sit up once she regained herself. His other hand slaps gently at her face, trying to stir her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Theatre (Eeyore + Aeval)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aeval</strong> on <strong>01-02-2010, 03:32:42</strong>
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				Giselle's eyes flutter open..things are a little hazy..she first feels the sting on her cheeks..her hand raises to her cheek as her gaze focuses on the Count's face..she tries to sit up but finds that he is pressing her down..<br><br>"Let ...me....up...you....you...awful..man!"<br><br>She tries again..her hands push at his arms then she strikes out at his arms trying to push him away...She is not succeeding and finally tears fall from here eyes..and she looks up at him pleading...<br><br>"Whhhy are you doing this to me? Let me go..I just want to go home!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Theatre (Eeyore + Aeval)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>01-02-2010, 03:43:28</strong>
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				"Oh no, Giselle, its not quite that easy." He responds, her feable attempts not match for his position and strength. "You see, Giselle, you are a weak willed Princess if you're going to give up your desires so easily. I hold, in my hands, the power to banish you forever from here or the ability to teach you all that you wish to know..." he lets his voice trail off, letting her come to the conclusions she surely would come too.<br><br>A new act had appeared on stage, this one of a lonely housewife, laying naked on her bed, hands rubbing over her body as she dreamed of the boy next door, one hand sinking between her legs to start rubbing herself there.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Theatre (Eeyore + Aeval)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aeval</strong> on <strong>01-02-2010, 04:28:47</strong>
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				She listened to him not wanting to hear what he had to say but his words slipping into her mind..<br><br><em> Now you are in a right fix, Giselle..what are you going to do? If he tells Papa..you won't EVER be let out again..on the other hand..do you REALLY want to find out what my desires are?</em><br><br>She looked at the Count and spoke softly..<br><br>"Whhhat do you mean 'the ability to teach you all that you want to know'? How could you do that? "<br><br>She was confused- confused for what she really wanted and confused at what the Count was talking about.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Theatre (Eeyore + Aeval)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>01-02-2010, 15:54:53</strong>
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				He looks down at her, watching the wheels turn slowly in her head as she contemplates his words. Her head rested against his thigh, hair splayed out over his lap. His arm remained over her belly, holding her in place. The act on stage had progressed, the woman starting to writher around as she neared orgasm. <br><br>He smiles down at the Princess with her response, trailing his free hand over her stomach and ribs, bringing it tantalizingly close to her breasts. "I have much experience with those thoughts and desires, Giselle. You could say that I am a Master at stirring those inner desires, a Master at showing you how to do certain things, how to experience certain things." His finger brushes against the base of her breast. "That is, of course, if you really want to discover such things..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Theatre (Eeyore + Aeval)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aeval</strong> on <strong>01-02-2010, 19:40:23</strong>
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				She could feel the warmth emanating from his hand as he pressed and caressed her stomach and ribs and then up to her breasts. She closed her eyes as the heat did strange things to her body: she felt butterflies in her stomach and her woman's place..it was..well..it felt..wet.<br>Her hand went to his -wanting to feel the warmth of his hand under hers. She opened her eyes and if he looked closely, he could see her gaze was unclear- as the gaze of one who is in the first throes of passion and heat.<br><br>Giselle's tongue licked her upper lip and then her lower one..instinctively- on its own. She gazed at his face and his smile was somehow..comforting in a strange sort of way. As his finger brushed gently just under her breast, her breath stopped..oh how she wanted to feel more..she knew it..she knew she shouldn't but she had to..<br><br>She looked up into his eyes- hers with a hint of the fire just beginning to build..she whispered..hestantly..<br><br>"I want..to feel....more..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Theatre (Eeyore + Aeval)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>01-02-2010, 20:01:15</strong>
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				He smiles as soon as he sees that glaze in her eyes. It was one he was intimately familiar with and it let him know he had won over her before she even admitted it. At first he thought her small hand had moved to move his way but instead she just let it rest on his hand. He smiles down at her as she speaks, this time letting his hand drift further upwards, to encompass her breasts, giving it a firm squeeze. Mhmm, her young breasts had certainly filled out over the years, he thought.<br><br>His hand caresses her but for a few seconds before moving away. He lets go of her with his other arm. "Sit up, Giselle." He commands, giddy with excitement. The Princess was going to be his greatest conquest, the one that would cement his Casanova legend in history! "I want you to watch, and&nbsp; I want you to tell me how it makes you feel." He murmurs, sliding his hand back onto her thigh.<br><br>The woman on stage convulsed as she orgasmed before the boy next door 'entered' into her home with a parcel for her. It wasn't long before he was sitting on the edge of the bed, the slightly older woman kneeling on its edge, leaning over as she sucked on his stiff rod. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Theatre (Eeyore + Aeval)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aeval</strong> on <strong>01-02-2010, 20:15:50</strong>
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				As he squeezed her breast her hand squeezed his and she gasped- not in fear but in how exciting it felt- the heat from his hand spreading through her gown and delicately touching her skin. As he took his hand away, the heat remained and slowly spread through her body in a slow tease- crawling under her skin and beckoning her.<br><br>She sits up as he ordered and looks on stage at the actors. The woman is practically naked as she leans over the man.<br><br>"I..feel..confused...what she is doing..that..that..is not...making love..why is she doing it?"<br><br>Giselled looked at the Count. She had come to the Theatre believing she would see a play..perhaps a questionable play, as she had never been allowed or even heard of this place, but what she found here, was DEFINITELY not what she had expected- and so- she was not understanding why they were doing what they were doing. CERTAINLY it is not fun and it can't possibly feel good!<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Theatre (Eeyore + Aeval)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>01-02-2010, 20:36:25</strong>
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				The Theatre, of course, was about sex acts and twists on popular plays, going into territory that such plays could not go into. The woman made a show of deep throating the younger man all the way, massaging his balls with her other hand, working the crowd in the front to quite a frenzy.<br><br>"She's sucking cock." The count responds, stroking his hand along her thigh. "A very good way to get a man hard and aroused." Clearly the Princess was a virgin in every sense of the word. The man had reached over to finger the naked woman. "Its very erotic, a lot of women enjoy the control it gives them, and get pleasure because they know its pleasing the man." He leans in close to her. "How does it make you feel, seeing her do such a thing?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Theatre (Eeyore + Aeval)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aeval</strong> on <strong>01-02-2010, 20:49:46</strong>
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				Giselle couldn't imagine ANY kind of pleasure at what the woman was doing..she turned her head away into the Count's jacket..<br><br>"I don't want to see anymore.. I ..I don't know how she can put that down her throat.."<br><br>Giselle begins to think perhaps she made a mistake in coming to the Theatre. Now- what she was seeing was starting to frighten her. If THIS is what men and women do who are married..she didn't think she wanted to get married!
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Theatre (Eeyore + Aeval)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>01-02-2010, 21:01:48</strong>
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				He laughs aloud at her innocence, his hand snaking up closer to her sex. "Trust me when I say its a pleasurable experience for both. Keep watching..." He turns her head with his other hand, fingers on her chin, forcing her to watch. The woman sits up, the man laying down flat. She holds his cock at the stem, holding it straight up. The black curtain behind made it stand out even more. The woman stands up on the bed, facing the crowd, then slowly lowers herself down onto his shaft, moaning with pleasure as she sinks all the way down on it, her feet on the bed, knees braced.<br><br>She had some good balance, even before the man moves his hands to her hips. She runs her hands through her hair, looking out over the crowd as she starts to ride his cock.<br><br>"These feelings and acts are new to you, but you need to watch to understand, so that you are able to do the same sort of thing." His hand slides along her inner thigh now, ever closer to her sex, despite the amount of material between them. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Theatre (Eeyore + Aeval)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aeval</strong> on <strong>01-02-2010, 21:58:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Giselle finds no solace in the Count as he forces her to watch as the woman positions herself over his rod and slides down the length of him..Giselle does wonder- the woman seems to be enjoying it. <br><br><em>All these people are smiling and clapping and making noise and the woman seems&nbsp; like it..she is after all..in control. She could get up and leave but she doesn't.</em><br><br>Giselle places her hand on the Counts to still it as he moves closer to her woman's place. She looks straight into his eyes..<br><br>"Why do I need to be able to do this same sort of thing? Is this what my husband will want me to do? It seems so...so..base and demeaning!"<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Theatre (Eeyore + Aeval)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>02-02-2010, 14:53:28</strong>
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				"It is far from it." The Count responds, smiling again as her hand comes to rest on his. "Your husband will of course expect you to do all these things. But the amount of pleasure one can get from them, the way it leaves you feeling afterward, is truly something worth experiencing as much as one can in ones lifetime."<br><br>The woman was really starting to ride the mans cock now, tugging on her nipples, moaning loudly, closing in on her second orgasm.<br><br>"A female orgasm can leave a woman feeling faint and weak with pleasure. It has often been described to me as the best feeling in the world, better then any drug or the feeling of love." His hands inches up a little closer, pulling her hand with it. "Don't you wish to explore those warming feelings that course through your body?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Theatre (Eeyore + Aeval)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aeval</strong> on <strong>02-02-2010, 17:18:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As Giselle watches the woman moving quicker each time she lifts herself off him and then slides down..and as she watches the woman touch herself..Giselles heart beats quicker and a tingling inside of her fans out swiftly heating her blood. She does not realize that she lifts her hand to her heart of that her tongue slips out to wet her lips or that she has let slip out a small moan of her own.<br><br>Her body is responding to what she is watching- becoming excited on its own- not waiting for her mind to catch up. Her woman's pace begins a slow throbbing - her wet juices beginning to flow even more- she feels all of this and is bewildered..<br><br>She looks up into the Count's eyes with a small bit of fear, bewilderment and questioning surprise in her eyes-<br><br>"What is happening to me? " she spoke softly, almost alluringly to the Count.<br><br>She is beginning to squirm a little in her seat- starting to feel uncomfortable- not the uncomfortable feeling of what she is watching but the uncomfortable feeling one gets when passion rises and the heat begins to rage and the body wants to be satisfied and reach that orgasmic bliss in order to find peace - but Giselle did not know this- she only knew she needed 'something'..she did not know what that something was..<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Theatre (Eeyore + Aeval)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>02-02-2010, 18:14:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He leans in closer to her now, his hand boldly sliding up to press between her legs, fingers pressing at her through her skirt. <br><br>"Nothing to be scared of...you should embrace it. Its the inner woman in you, the part of you that seeks pleasure and happiness." He leans in even closer to the Princess, knowing full well that he could be executed for touching her in such a manner. "You need to embrace it, to let loose, follow those feelings, follow that feeling. Watch that woman..." He turns his head back toward the stage. "Watch how she touches herself, how it causes her to moan, how every time that cock hits her in just the spot-" He presses his hand more firmly against her. "-her eyes glaze over and she is oblivious to the crowd."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Theatre (Eeyore + Aeval)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aeval</strong> on <strong>02-02-2010, 18:48:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Giselle is unawares as the Count's hand presses her woman's core- this excited feeling inside of her is thrilling and scary all at the same time. She cannot slow her heart or stop the heat from spreading inside her. <br><br>She watches the woman as she continues to seek her own orgasmic bliss. As the Count whispers in her ear it sends chills down her spine and she shivers a little. Giselle's hand comes up to her mouth to stiffle her own moans. As the Count presses his fingers between her legs, she moves closer to him seeking that which would quiet the heat beginning to build in her body, although she does not know this. <br><br>She leans into the Count laying her head on his shoulder- he can barely hear her whisper..<br><br>"Help me...."<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Theatre (Eeyore + Aeval)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>02-02-2010, 18:57:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He rubs his hand between her legs with more force now, even as she leans her head against him. Her words send his heart beating faster. The Princess was his!<br><br>"If you want me to help you," He murmurs, wrapping his other arm around her shoulders, elbow bent so that his hand rested on the neckline of her gown. "you must agree to do everything I say, to obey my every command like I was the King. At your first refusal, Giselle, I shall report everything - and I mean everything - to your father." His hand between her legs stops, sliding back down her leg to pull the hem of her skirt up to her knees before slipping his hand under her skirt, rubbing along the bare flesh of her thigh. <br><br>"If you can agree to this, then I shall help you in every way possible." His hand on her bare flesh slowly begins to creep up towards her sex. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Theatre (Eeyore + Aeval)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aeval</strong> on <strong>02-02-2010, 19:32:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As he rubs between her legs faster..she pushes harder at his hand..her sexual instinct taking over. His words excite her even more-<br>she is in an atmosphere of promiscuity and no boundaries and her manners of the obediant daughter and modesty have been left at the door.<br><br>She listens to his whispered words, her head nodding in agreement at each question. She feels his hand slide up&nbsp; her thigh- the heat from his hand spreading under her skin and up into her woman's core..she lets out a whimper as the heated arrow hits home! Although he has not touched her physically in her guilded garden, her anticipation and the warmth of his hand on her virgin skin is enough as her juices increase- dripping down her leg.<br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Theatre (Eeyore + Aeval)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>02-02-2010, 19:40:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His marauding hands continues until it returns to her treasure box, feeling her panties already wet with her juices. His smile broadens as he feels her arousal. It seemed that he had awoken the sleeping beast. His fingers trail over her wetness before pulling aside her panties.<br><br>He slides a solitary finger along her folds, teasingly tracing their outer edges before finally plunging his finger in amongst her wetness. He presses it gently against her virgin opening before his thumb presses over her clit, rubbing across the top of her hood. His knowledge of a womans body would make her a slave to him.<br><br>The woman on stage thrust hard down onto the cock, burying it within her as her body shook with orgasm, unable to control herself. She lays flat down on top of the man below her as he begins to thrust up into her, seeking to fill her with his seed. One of the spectators in front was bent, her upper half resting on the stage, watching, while another man from the crowd began to pound away at her, her skirts lifted up to expose her from the waist down.<br><br>"Good, Princess. Tomorrow night we shall meet her once more for you further education. You shall wear more appropriate clothing - something with less layers. You shall leave your stable boy with the carriage as well, and shall sit her in this seat." His thumb continues to strum over her clit. "If I am not here by the time the show starts, you shall pleasure yourself much like I am pleasuring you right now, until I arrive." He pauses, turning his face to look at her, inches from her. "If you understand me, you shall seal the deal with a kiss." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Theatre (Eeyore + Aeval)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aeval</strong> on <strong>02-02-2010, 20:01:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As his fingers trail along her panties her breath stops- her hand grips his arm in excited anticipation and a little fear as she does not know what to expect. His finger invades her woman's garden and she shrieks at the feeling of the single digit touching her soft folds where she has never even touched before. His fleshy pointer feels foreign to her- so hard and yet her folds convulse around it as if inviting his finger into her warm , hot tunnel. The heat of his invasion travels rapidly up the rest of her body to even her breasts and nipples which strain against her gown- the pain of their extended state rubbing the cloth and causing her an agony she had never felt before.<br><br>As his thumb rubbed her clit her pelvis pushed her closer to him- the friction sending deliscious sharp arrows of heat up through her body. She moaned against him her need now a raging fire in her blood- her body would stop at nothing to be quieted now that he had awakened her sleeping passion.<br><br>Giselle was half listening to the Count - her conscience overtaken and overwhelmed by all she was feeling. Her eye were half closed as her spiralling need wrapped around her. As the Count faced her and whispered..<br><br>"If you understand me, you shall seal the deal with a kiss." <br><br>Her face moved closer to his- her body taking over her actions- her lips sought his and pressed against his lips kissing him in a chaste way- the only kind of kissing she knew.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Theatre (Eeyore + Aeval)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>02-02-2010, 20:14:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her body was alive with fire, the way she responded to his touch. Her kiss was soft and innocent, but he would quickly change that. Oh yes, he had a clean slate to deal with, with the Princess, and he planned on exploiting that to its fullest. His fingers wiggles amongst her wetness. Her arousal would make this next part all the more cruel, but if she was serious about learning she would be ready and eager tomorrow night.<br><br>The Count breaks the kiss, strumming her clit for moments more, driving her closer to that edge, before suddenly pulling away from her completely. "And with that, I bid you adieu." He murmurs into her, standing up and departing so rapidly it was almost like he was never there in the first place. <br><br>The man on stage is still pounding away, pulling out at the last second, his cum shooting up onto the womans belly shortly before the curtain closed on their act. More in the crowd were starting to feel frisky, the woman and the man in the front having been joined by another man, who was having his cock sucked by the woman even as she was taken from behind.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Theatre (Eeyore + Aeval)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aeval</strong> on <strong>02-02-2010, 22:30:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She was so close..her body throbbing with need ...his fingers felt so good touching her and her petals almost reached out to him when he abruptly pulled away and said :<br><br>"And with that, I bid you adieu." <br><br>He was gone so fast- she almost fell over on the bench- the cold air now the only thing that kissed her budding petals. She cried out as her heated body was left ..unsatisfied and wanting..so deeply that she thought she would die.<br><br>She picked up her skirts and ran out of the Theatre in tears..finding Barnaby she yelled at him..<br><br>"Take me home!..IMMEDIATELY"<br><br>She could not stop he tears from falling..her hands were balled into fists from her frustration..<br><br><em>"Who does he think he is! I am not afraid of him! He is an AWFUL man!"</em><br><br>They reached her home in no time and she was able to gather her wits as she made her way back up the servants stairs quietly and into her room without being detected. She threw off her gown and clothes and put on her nightgown. She took a washcloth from the dresser and dipped it into the cool water and applied it to her face hoping it would cool down the heat inside of her body that continued to pulse and flow with a life of its own.<br><br><em>"Calm down, Giselle..just calm down."</em><br><br>She climbed into her bed and pulled up the covers and closed her eyes willing sleep to overtake her. She was not comfortable for as she closed her eyes the scenes on the stage played over again in her mind. She squinted her eyes shut to drown out those pictures- to no avail.<br><br>She turned over on her side and hummed a song that her nanny used to sing to her so she would go to sleep. That did not help either for when she closed her eyes she could feel the Count's fingers running up her leg and gently thumbing her petals.<br><br>She turned once more and punched the pillow with her fists as tears trickled down her cheeks..<br><br><em>Oh Giselle..what have you done to yourself? You have no choice but to go back tomorrow- for you need the Count to show you how to quiet this storm that is raging inside of you.</em><br><br>She knew this ..and she was miserable: miserable for opening Pandora's box and not being able to shut it herself.<br><br>Sometime before the early dawn she finally fell into a fitful sleep of exhaustion- unfulfilled need still throbbing inside of her but calmer now in its own exhaustion.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Theatre (Eeyore + Aeval)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>17-02-2010, 14:55:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The Count hides in the shadows of a doorway across from the Theatre. He did not have to wait long for the Princess to storm out, clearly flustered and frustrated. She would be back tomorrow, he knew. If she thought she was needy now, then the five days between this weekend and next would be torture for her.<br><br>The Count also knows he is playing with fire, a much more dangerous fire then he had ever tackled before. Conquering the Princess would be his greatest conquest ever, especially right under the noses of the Royal Family. The thought of fucking her in her bedchamber, down the hallway from the King and Queen made shivers run down his spine. Execution, for sure, if he was caught, the greatest tale in all the worlds if he was not.<br><br>The thoughts also stirred up his desires so he quickly returns to the Theatre, quickly finding two young girls - friends, apparently - and quickly working his way into their pants. He takes both to a rented room nearby after the show (and heavy fondling through out) to satisfy his every desire, moving from one to the other as the first was worn out. <br><br>He departs in the early hours of the morning, leaving the two girls sleeping naked in the same bed. He was feeling worn himself, returning to his city home to soak in a steaming tub for close to an hour, then taking a nap until just afternoon. Tonight would be a night to remember, he thought.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Theatre (Eeyore + Aeval)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aeval</strong> on <strong>22-02-2010, 16:51:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Giselle was wakened in the morning by her maid and dear friend: Lina. Lina pulled the curtains open and in a sing songy voice:<br><br>"Rise and shine, princess! Time to start a new and glorious day!"<br><br>Giselle pulled the pillow over her face and mumbled and grumbled. Lina came over and sat on the bed and gently pulled it away. She looked into Giselle's eyes.<br><br>"What...what is it, my sweet friend? You did not sleep well..what is troubling you?"<br><br>Giselle sat up quickly hugging Lina and bursting into tears as her long time friend stroked her hair.<br><br>"I...I..have done something I should not! and..and now..I do not know what to do!!"<br><br>Lina sat there quietly knowing Giselle would tell her and..as she waited..Giselle revealed all that happened of the night before.<br>Lina gasped quietly as she reacted to what her dear friend told her.<br><br>"Giselle..you are playing with fire! You CANNOT go back to this awful place! Thank goodness your virtue is in tact!!"<br><br>Giselle nodded - she knew that Lina would have good advice for her. But oh..she wanted to go back so badly. When she remembered all that she saw and that aching, pulsing heat that coursed through her..how she wanted to find out how to quench it. But, she could not, would not take the chance! The Count KNEW who she was..if he wanted to come and tell her father..so be it! She didn't think he would dare for then he would need to implicate himself!<br><br>She busied herself for the rest of the day, the raging need she had from the night before, now a quiet throbbing. Lina made sure she was busy that night and accepted an invitation for a small dinner party for Giselle at Lord and Lady Hathram's. They had 2 daughters and a son interested in Giselle. She went to the soiree and had a nice dinner with dancing. She danced with Lord Jason, the Hathram's son and actually had a lovely evening. She returned home at midnight and walked up the stairs to her bedroom. Lina was there and helped her to undress and ready for bed. She brushed her long hair and kissed her goodnight and Giselle slipped under the covers closing her eyes and smiling as she savored the sweet company of Jason- soon to be one of her most ardent courters.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Theatre (Eeyore + Aeval)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>01-03-2010, 14:11:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The Count would not care if the King found out he visited such a place, but to hear that the Princess had gone to The Theatre, well, the King would not be able to stand for that. And poor Barnaby, doing what he was told, would be 'silenced' in a very permanent way. <br><br>As the Count waited for the Princess to arrive he began to grow more and more anxious. As the acts started, he began to fume. The little wench had stood him up! Clearly he thought herself above everyone else. For her indiscretion, for treating him in such a manner, Barnaby would die! <br><br>The Count storms from the Theatre and into his own carriage. He takes quill to paper, quickly writing a note on it and sealing it with wax, though not with his ring. Instead of heading home, however, he heads to the Palace - more specifically, the servants quarters. There, he calls upon the services of one of the maids, one he knew quite well, and hands her the letter along with instructions.<br><br>The maid quickly obeys, tapping on the door of the Princess before slipping the letter under her door and departing. It was late, but there was a slim chance that the Princess would still be awake. The letter contained only one line of words and no signature. It read:<br><br><div align="center"><em>Say goodbye to Barnaby. His 'illness' will claim his life tomorrow night.</em></div><br>The Count, by now, had long left the Palace grounds and returned to his city-home.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Theatre (Eeyore + Aeval)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aeval</strong> on <strong>02-03-2010, 14:28:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Giselle had almost nodded off when she heard the knock at her door. She thought perhaps it was just one of the servants but as she sat up in bed she saw the slip of paper under her door. She rose and went to pick it up.<br><br><em>Hmm..this is strange. There is no seal or no identification on it. Who could have sent it?</em><br><br>She opened it and then stifled a scream as she read:<br><br><em>Say goodbye to Barnaby. His 'illness' will claim his life tomorrow night.</em><br><br>"No! No! No! This CANNOT BE!!! "<br><br>&nbsp;Giselle shook her head from side to side and paced her room. She HAD to do something..oh..she KNEW who the letter was from. She could not wait for the morning to come..she couldn't take that chance with Barnaby's life!<br><br>Giselle put on her dressing gown and slippers and left her room very quietly. As Lina was her maid..Lina's room was not far from the Princess' AND Lina had a room to herself, Giselle had insisted on it.<br><br>She opened the door and went over to the sleeping girl and shook her shoulders and spoke softly..<br><br>"Lina..Lina..you HAVE to get up!"<br><br>The girl opened her eyes and sat up in quite a shock.<br><br>"Princess!! What is it?? What urgency brings you to my quarters???"<br><br>Giselle held the missive out for Lina to read. The young woman gasped as she read it and looked at the Princess..<br><br>"What will&nbsp; you do? You HAVE to tell your father!<br>"<br><br>"NO!!!!!!!!! I can't!!!!" Giselle turned away and started pacing. She was thinking and in a low whisper turned and went over to Lina pulling her hands to her heart.<br><br>"You MUST go to him..to the Count..you MUST take a reply!"<br><br>Giselle went to Lina's desk and took pen and paper:<br><br><div align="center"><em>Tell me what you want me to do to spare Barnaby's life..I will do..anything..pay you ..anything.</em></div><br>Giselle did not sign it either or mark it. She put the reply in an envelope and sealed it.<br><br>"You must go to the Count's home.. NOW! and bring this to him..immediately!"<br><br>Lina looked down at the envelope:<br><br>"What did you write, Princess?"<br><br>Giselle looked up at her friend..<br><br>"It does not matter. Please..PLEASE take it to the Count immediately! I cannot have Barnaby's life in my hands because of my indiscretion!"<br><br>Giselle ran from the room to her own throwing herself on her bed and crying softly. That is where she finally fell asleep.<br><br>Lina rose and dressed. She was an excellent horsewoman and she could wield a sword to protect herself. She dressed as a boy and went to the stables and saddled Prince- a stallion that knew her well and was trustworthy and sure. She mounted his back and rode like the wind to the Count's Estate. She went to the maids quarters and was let in handing the missive to the Butler saying that the Count needed to read this as soon as he woke. It was a matter of life and death. The Butler assured her that he would give the&nbsp; missive to his master when he woke.<br><br>Lina thanked him and rode him- reaching the Palace just as the beginning rays of sun stroked good morning to all. She undressed and cllimbed into bed quite exhausted and hoping the Princess would not need her services very early.<br><br>Around 10 am, the Butler came in with a tray for his Lord and upon the tray, the letter - an indescript envelope with no markings. the Butler handed it to the Count.<br><br>"This came for you in the early morning, my Lord. I was asked to present it to you first thing this morning."<br><br>The Butler bowed and left the Count. He knew his master would ring if there was to be a reply.<br><br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Theatre (Eeyore + Aeval)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>04-03-2010, 17:26:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The note that the Butler delivered the Count came as no surprise. However, he took his time eating breakfast, wiping away a few crumbs from his lips, before opening it. His eyes scan the equally brief message and a smile crosses his lips.<br><br>"Hah!" He exclaims aloud. "Pay me? Haha! As if I need money! Clearly she is delusional." He shakes his head then puts quill to paper once more. He returns the short distance back to the Palace, his own home being in the Upper District of the City that surrounded it. <br><br>Once again, he uses his maid of choice to deliver the message to the Princess. Written on it was the following:<br><br><em>You know our deal. Meet me in the Gardens at noon.</em><br><br>Quite a simple message and inside the Palace, only nobles and royal family had access to the beautiful gardens. On such a bright, sunny day he quite fancied a stroll amongst its many paths, and the hedge-maze was always a favorite for young lovers. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Theatre (Eeyore + Aeval)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aeval</strong> on <strong>06-03-2010, 16:52:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Around noon time, Lina came into the Princess room with a tray of toast and jam&nbsp; and hot cocoa. As she opened the door..there on the floor was an envelope. She believed she knew who it was from..She set the tray down and picked up the envelope and put it in her pocket. She took the tray with the Princess breakfast and went over to the bed where they Princess had curled up, obviously not having slept very well. Lina sat on the bed and leaned over Giselle lighly brushiing her hair away from her face and whispering into her ear.<br><br>"Princess..it is noon and time to awaken"<br><br>Giselle sighed softly..opening her eyes and immediately throwing herself into Lina's arms.<br><br>"What have I done! What is going to happen!!"<br><br>"Shh...dear one...it will be all right.." Lina tried to comfort her.<br><br>"I have brought you some breakfast..eat now..I will send up a bath for you, you will feel better after the bath."<br><br>She kissed her on the forehead and left her sitting in bed with the tray and munching on her toast and sipping her hot chocholate.<br><br>Outside the Princess' door, Lina opened the envelope and read it and held in her startled gasp.<br><br>Lina ran to the Garden Gate- it was a little past noon..she knew what the Count looked like- she would offer herself in Giselle's place.<br>She was the same age as the Princess and was also a virgin. She knew alot more than Giselle did because of the talk in the maid's quarters- the women and the men bragged about their prowess in bed! Maybe her virginity would be an even swap.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Theatre (Eeyore + Aeval)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>13-03-2010, 14:56:21</strong>
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				(http://media.picfor.me/0018F97/beautiful-life-linkinncom-girl-photo-portret-sexy-women-portrait-woman-beauty-face-rostros-beautiful_large.jpg)<br><br><br>Lina looked at herself in the reflection of the pool for a moment.&nbsp; A passing glance assessed her fitfulness as a willing sacrifice for her Mistress, no for her friend.&nbsp; One hand reached upward to tease the dark strands of hair the fell along her face.&nbsp; Those tendrils fell forward to kiss her dusky cheeks and highlight the sprinkle of freckles across her nose.&nbsp; While many of the noble caste viewed such markings as the promise of a common birth, many men secretly whispered to her of their beauty.&nbsp; Each lock curled upon itself while she continued to tease forward more of the strands, hoping to give herself the seductive look of other girls.&nbsp; Eyes of bright green peered at herself through the veil she crafted, reflecting back at her from the pond’s surface.<br><br>Hands moved down to undo a button on her dress.&nbsp; Those same fingers then pressing upward and tightening the bodice so they might spill forward more.&nbsp; Red dotted her cheeks as she saw the effect.&nbsp; Those youthful globes nearly pressed past the confines of her dress and she instantly regretted the adjustment.&nbsp; Yet she did not possess the raw beauty of her Mistress or at least she thought herself inferior to her friend in such respects.&nbsp; A splash of water to her hair and the tops of her breasts would complete the image she thought.&nbsp; The guards whispered of the beauty of women with spilled wine on their bodices and the attractiveness of glistening flesh.&nbsp; She would take their advice then and use it to seduce this Count to her arrangement.<br><br>The young woman’s chin lifted with pride while she moved further into the garden’s maze.&nbsp; A huff given while she surrounded herself with resolution.&nbsp; Her family was descended from a long line of servants to the crown, a family with untouched loyalty.&nbsp; Men from her line had willingly given their lives for the royal family while the women had kept torrid secrets to their grave.&nbsp; Lina could make such a simple sacrifice as her virginity.&nbsp; That was nothing in comparison to lives lost in service.&nbsp; Though as she drew nearer, the seductive shine of her body was contrasted with the nervous biting of her lower lip.<br><br>“I…I..came to answer your letter.”&nbsp; She trembled to keep her voice intact while she declared her purpose to the air around her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Theatre (Eeyore + Aeval)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>21-03-2010, 14:08:33</strong>
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				Count Quilindor had paused at one of the many fountains in the garden. One foot rested on its edge, his arm leaning on the thigh of his bent leg as he peered over into its depths, watching some fish swim about beneath the lilies. It was more a pond, with a fountain in its middle - a sweet cherub, water sprouting from its mouth. At the sound of footsteps he makes no move but notices something different about them, about the way the woman was walking. Surely not the Princess.<br><br>A short moment later he turns as the girl speaks. His eyes quickly flash over her body and he quickly assesses her. Certainly attractive, very attractive really, though not used to having her bodice so tight or her breasts on such full display. He lets his eyes linger there then back up to her slightly flushed face. "And you are not the Princess." He says, as he straightens his back, letting his foot slide from the stone back to the grass.<br><br>He straightens his sword belt and his shirt before turning away from her, starting to stride away. "Send my regards to the Princess and offer her my condolences for the loss of her dear friend." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Theatre (Eeyore + Aeval)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>29-03-2010, 12:52:34</strong>
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				Lina felt the moment slipping away from her then.&nbsp; She had his attention for a second, but no more as he began to turn away from her.&nbsp; Perhaps she was indeed out of her league as nobles had such discerning tastes compared to guards and servants.&nbsp; Maybe the freckles were indeed for the commoner or maybe the presentation of her breasts was too much.&nbsp; Though he had looked and she knew he had looked at her with some interest.&nbsp; The man might want the Princess, but perhaps his loins were not so dedicated to that singular purpose.&nbsp; Resolve steeled in her chest as she remembered her purpose to save her friend from this plot.&nbsp; A huff was given while her fingers gathered up the edges of her dress, pulling them upward so that she could rush to step before him.<br><br>Boldness flashed in her eyes while she cut before him.&nbsp; A scent unrefined touched him while that feminine body drew closer.&nbsp; The smell of a woman in her prime, of a creature untouched and primed for the touch of another pressed against him.&nbsp; That such a caress was mingled with the smell of fresh baked bread and the sweetness of sugared pastries provided for an intoxicating scent that even the most skilled perfumer would find hard to match.&nbsp; A light touch was made against his forearm while her eyes quivered before him.&nbsp; Flesh that beckoned his touch glistened under the sunlight while her hand became more than simply a touch on his own body.<br><br>“My Lord, you misunderstand my intention.&nbsp; I did not come to refuse your offer for my Mistress, but only to offer you a more worthy purse in exchange.”&nbsp; <br><br>Somewhere inside she felt a pang of betrayal to compare herself to her friend in such a way.&nbsp; Later she would beg forgiveness, along with so many other things that she would perform for this man.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Theatre (Eeyore + Aeval)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>29-03-2010, 19:13:35</strong>
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				The Count stops short as the bold servant cuts in front of him, her hand brushing against his forearm. It was a very bold move by her, he thought, especially a servant acting in such a manner towards a Count. It certainly caught his interest and he lets his eyes unabashedly sweep down over the exposed cleavage that she offered his eyes. There was certainly an exotic quality to her look, the way she presented herself, the few freckles that speckled her face. Certainly a girl worthy of a closer examination.<br><br>"Is that so?" He retorts, eyes moving back up to hers. "I am certainly open to a discussion of what you may have to offer me." He pauses then moves, circling around her, letting her feel his eyes rake over her body. He passes in front of her then moves back around behind her. This time he pauses, placing his hands on her hips, roughly pulling her back against him, her rear pressing into his loin. His breath is hot on the side of her neck. "I could have you caned for touching me unbidden in the manner in which you did." He hisses. "Your offer better be a good one and perhaps I'll cut my bargain down...perhaps I'll spare a life. So tell me, Slave-" the word curls off his tongue. She had not offered her name to him yet. "what is it - exactly - that you offer me?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Theatre (Eeyore + Aeval)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>30-03-2010, 14:48:52</strong>
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				She choked back a cry of surprise when his hands grasped her.&nbsp; Teeth pinched her lower lip as he roughly drew her bottom against him.&nbsp; Parts of her mind seemed to shut down as the world became a thicker place to breathe.&nbsp; All her body could do was comply to those demands.&nbsp; The woman’s back arched so that her round, firm rear pressed to his body.&nbsp; Through the single layer of skirts she wore there was little mystery about the potential he held in his hands.&nbsp; Full and strong, she promised a night of limitless excitement.&nbsp; Her head fell to the side while his breath rained down on her flesh.&nbsp; An expanse of that youthful skin lay spread out before him, disappearing into the shadows of her bodice.&nbsp; Dare he saw a hint of pink peeking out from the tips of that tightened blouse.<br><br>Senses came forward to speak once more.&nbsp; Hands moved to touch his own.&nbsp; Soft and delicate, her digits curled around his own to guide his hands even further than he already dared.&nbsp; Wanton she seemed though with the hesitation of virgin as his hand was guided near, but not to the space between her thighs.&nbsp; A voice, grow deeper and more silken, rose to caress his ears as he now seemed so entranced.&nbsp; <br><br>“A willing slave my lord is what I offer you.&nbsp; The freshness of a maiden with the eagerness of a tortured body seeking a strong touch.”&nbsp; She steadied her heart once more as the words fell free from her lips.&nbsp; They were not her words but those of a barmaid she had witnessed seducing a blacksmith.&nbsp; Suddenly dry, her tongue slipped over her lips once more to wet them.&nbsp; He could see the bit of flesh work its way over those full tiers.&nbsp; “I offer you a night of anything my body can provide my lord.&nbsp; A night with a woman most eager to please and perhaps better able to do so.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Theatre (Eeyore + Aeval)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>30-03-2010, 15:09:06</strong>
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				"Hmm..." He murmurs as she guides his hands closer to her sex. A brazen act but one that he pushes even further, sliding his hand fully over her virgin sex, rubbing at it gently though the thin skirt that covered her. His teeth nip the top of her ear as his other hand slides up to trail its fingers over the exposed flesh of her bosom, then boldly down inside the top of her corset to rub a finger across her nipple. "I hope you know what you're getting yourself into, slave." His voice is nothing more then a whisper, his lips brushing her ear as he speaks. "It will certainly be a night that you will never remember and after experiencing me, no other man will be able to please you in such a manner."<br><br>His hand slides across the low neckline of her corset to her other full breast, finger sliding over its nipple even as his hand between her leg presses with more force. "I am sure you know of my residence here in the city. Meet me there tonight if the Princess wants her little man-slave to live." Both of his hands slide away from her body until only his lips were making contact with her ear. Then they both come up to squeeze her ass. "Make sure you wear something enticing, and make no mention of this to anyone. If you do not show up..." He pauses to suck on her earlobe. "...well, the hangman will have a neck to snap."<br><br>With those final words he steps back from her and quickly disappears deeper into the garden and out of sight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Theatre (Eeyore + Aeval)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>31-03-2010, 13:03:26</strong>
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				Lina nearly collapsed to the grass when his hands came away from her.&nbsp; Yet those quivering legs kept her up until he departed the garden, then gave way to the knees.&nbsp; A gasp stole from her lips while she moved her hands up to touch her chest as if to still the heart that raced so violently.&nbsp; Everywhere around her was cold now without him there to warm her.&nbsp; Flesh crawled along her body while she knelt breathless by the pond.&nbsp; Eyes closed to block out the light and return the image to her mind of his hands upon her.&nbsp; Fingers curled against each other in an effort to remember that warmth and touch.&nbsp; A moment passed where the purpose of this engagement was lost to her mind and the Princess was forgotten.&nbsp; Already she knew that her soul was damned for this plot, but the sacrifice must be made she knew.<br><br>After recovering those legs were put to use once more while she dashed to her apartments.&nbsp; Provocative clothing was hardly in her grasp as most were maid’s outfits and dresses to attend her mistress.&nbsp; Fingers flew through the outfits she did possess and dismay touched her face as she knew that help would be needed.&nbsp; Asking for help would mean rumors and rumors meant trouble.&nbsp; Yet if she was going to sell her soul for this cause, then what was a rumor to plague her future.&nbsp; Money was dug from her small hideaway at the bottom of her trunk and once more her legs pressed her forward.&nbsp; She gave no heed to any calls for her services now while she moved to acquire the outfit in her mind.&nbsp; Caroline had such things and knew well where to acquire more.&nbsp; She could also keep her mouth shut for the right price and person.<br><br>That night a simple knock was given to the servant’s entrance.&nbsp; A figure in a dark cloak was allowed entrance and pressed upstairs to meet their Master.&nbsp; Delicate flesh glistened beneath the candle light from the touch of Caroline’s hand while those soft eyes danced with anticipation and fear for his touch to come.&nbsp; Beneath the cloak she coiled around the bare skin she would present at his request.&nbsp; Already her lip was drawn to suckle while she considered his reaction to what was to come.&nbsp; Indeed she knew this was the least amount of clothing she had ever worn, but she also knew a great deal depended on his view of her body.&nbsp; Part of her feared her body would not be equal to the task.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Theatre (Eeyore + Aeval)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>31-03-2010, 14:56:13</strong>
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				Count Dargoth Quilindors city dwelling was quite splendid. Its stone facade was well kept and the inquisitive eye would notice intricate stonework and patterns laid into the stone at regular intervals, making the dwelling stand out even more from those that surrounded it. Not that it didn't already, standing two stories taller then its neighbors (4 stories in all). It even had a well kept garden - on the roof! - that offered some amazing views of the city. <br><br>Of course, Lina would not have been able to appreciate such details as she approached his home in the late hour, the lit lanterns outside causing deep shadows to dance upon its walls. The only servant still in attendance opened the door for her as she knocked before turning and leading her to the foot of the stairs. "Take these stairs to the top, then the knock on the door that lays directly across from the stairs. The master awaits you there." The servant says with practiced ease before disappearing back the way they had come.<br><br>Candles hung from the ceiling high over head, lighting the stairweel that lead upwards. The chandelier was eclipsed by a large skylight overhead, allowing a glittering of the stars to be viewed even from the heart of the house. Few other candles were lit, casting the rest of his home into shadow, though a statue could be made out here, a painting over there. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Theatre (Eeyore + Aeval)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>01-04-2010, 21:03:46</strong>
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				Lina gave a sharp gulp while she stood before that door.&nbsp; Indecision played into her mind while she considered her options.&nbsp; Remove the cloak, keep the cloak, adjust the corset to be tighter or maybe looser for disrobing or just damn it all and run home crying.&nbsp; She wanted to knock on the door with her head at this point while her heart raced inside her chest.&nbsp; The hand came up and then went back down while she continued to ponder.&nbsp; Knocking would mean no turning back but of course she had already gone past that point.&nbsp; Being hung was not high on her list of things to do tomorrow.&nbsp; A commitment was made and she must honor that her mind told her.<br><br>The hand raised to the door so that she could knock.&nbsp; A sharp tap that sounded louder than she wanted and perhaps more eager rose from her hand.&nbsp; Once more a gulp was taken before she stepped in after permission.&nbsp; A single long leg stepping into the room to be followed by the sweep of the dark cloak.&nbsp; Despite the cloth trailing behind and then around her, he could see that the exposed thigh was bare.&nbsp; A soft shuffle of cloth could be heard along with the creak of something stiffer beneath.&nbsp; Demure shoulders rolled back while she stood before him, draped in mystery as to what lay beneath.<br><br>“As you requested my lord, I have come to tend your needs.”&nbsp; Inwardly she had a moment of pride as she managed the words without mangling them.&nbsp; Maybe she would get the hang of this seduction thing.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Theatre (Eeyore + Aeval)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>05-04-2010, 16:07:00</strong>
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				The Count could hear her last few footsteps as she approached his door. She had arrived as he had beckoned. Tomorrow he would not go to the King about the Princess's indiscretions. But a promise was a promise and the Princess had not upheld her end of the bargain. Yet. His thoughts were interrupted by the knock on his door and he calls out for the slave to enter. <br><br>The bedroom, while large, was shrouded in darkness, only a few candles on bedside tables offering any light. It was certainly more then enough to be able to see each other - it just cast long, deep shadows over the room. A mirror reflecting the light bespoke of a dresser, and moonlight trickled in through the windows and balcony door. The bed itself was large, with dark-colored sheets (hard to make out in the light) and thick bedposts that reach to the ceiling.<br><br>The Count is there, of course, sitting on the edge of his bed, facing her. He is wearing simple clothes tonight - easily removed and not meant to show his status - though he does not rise from the bed as she enters. His eyes flick to that bared thigh. "I am glad you are capable of upholding your end of an agreement, slave." He responds. "Though I do hope you have dressed appropriately. Remove your clock." The last words come out colder, harsher, clearly a command meant to be obeyed. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Theatre (Eeyore + Aeval)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>10-04-2010, 19:54:44</strong>
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				Fingers grew numb when he commanded her to remove the cloak.&nbsp; A prop that was meant to enhance the effect of what she wore beneath now became her only defense.&nbsp; Her mind tried to fool her into the thinking that there was still a way out.&nbsp; There wasn’t nor had there been since the park.&nbsp; The body willed and her fingers obeyed, but her mind refused to make the situation easier.&nbsp; Numb and shaking, those fingers pressed at the thin ribbon at her neck.&nbsp; Dark fibers rustled around her as the cloak began to unveil the present that had been delivered to his doorstep.&nbsp; Imagination became reality as her flesh was soon bathed beneath the warm light of the candles.<br><br>First fell back her hood while she worked.&nbsp; Dark curls spilling downward in a mess of unbridled hair and softness that yearned to be touched.&nbsp; While indeed she had used nothing to restrain her hair, that did not mean there was no effort in its display.&nbsp; Those tendrils fell down along her cheek and shoulder, allowing him to see the beautiful lines of each while also keeping a mysterious air to her visage.&nbsp; No man to date had been treated to witnessing her hair in such a way, to seeing it free and ready to lay naturally across her body.&nbsp; A small “umph” of effort was given and then the sound of material sliding against each other.&nbsp; <br><br>The cloak pooled to the floor in a dark puddle while extending upward from it were bare legs of sun kissed flesh.&nbsp; Her feet were covered in small slippers of lace that ceased at her ankles.&nbsp; From there to the tops of her thighs was nothing to be found of clothing.&nbsp; Only the beautiful of a well toned figure.&nbsp; Years of running up and down stairs had crafted a pair of legs that were a rarity among bedding partners.&nbsp; Muscles flexed beneath the ambient light while she nervously swayed to and fro for him.&nbsp; Their firmness was only matched by the promise of touching the youthful and pliable flesh that covered them.&nbsp; Tracing her legs upward he could eventually reach cloth.&nbsp; A thin strip of black lace with red under lay covered her precious treasure.&nbsp; <br><br>Bits of cloth also hung down along her hips and thighs.&nbsp; Strips of cloth that moved as she moved, caressing the more intimate parts of her body that he might so desire.&nbsp; The origin of those strips came from a tight corset that moved against her body.&nbsp; This item did not start at her waist however, but instead above so that he might see the tight expanse of her stomach.&nbsp; The cute and small navel she bore within that flat plain, seeing once more that the exotic kiss of her skin was even there.&nbsp; Laces held the corset in place, tightening her chest to force her breasts upward.&nbsp; Those mounds not contained by the stiff confines, but instead beneath soft lace that almost dared to be sheer.&nbsp; Instead they taunted the eyes with a possible vision while giving away nothing.&nbsp; <br><br>The woman’s hands were covered as well in delicate lace, pulling on the simple gloves that were flimsy and gave away more than covered.&nbsp; At her throat was also the same lace, tightened to form a sort of collar amidst the long curve of her neck.&nbsp; Small sequins flickered under the candle light at this bit of cloth, obviously meant to draw attention.&nbsp; <br><br>“Are you pleased Sir?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Theatre (Eeyore + Aeval)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>19-04-2010, 15:42:18</strong>
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				She had certainly outdone herself and even his wildest expectations. Servant-girls often went for a simple shift, with nothing on beneath, when he requested of them in the same manner as he had of her. This was certainly a pleasant and arousing change from the normal. He let his eyes travel slowly the length of her body, from her small slippers up over her scandalously barred legs to what could only be called fashionable panties covering her virgin sex. The slivers of cloth hanging from the corset only enhanced the look as did the short-corset that revealed a very flat stomach. <br><br>He quickly rises from the bed and walks quietly over to her and then circles behind her once more, much like he had done so earlier. He pauses as he comes behind her, letting his eyes wander down over her back, even the lace that bound her corset along with the round, firm shape over her ass. His hands come to rest on her exposed flesh on her sides. His touch is soft and light, tickling her warm skin.<br><br>"Very much so." He murmurs in response, her hair covering much of her exposed shoulders. His hands slide upwards, over the ribs of her corset, then up over her arms to her shoulders. One hand gathers her loose curls, pushing them over one of her shoulders, exposing the other and the side of her neck. "Tell me, slave, what experience have you had with men?" His breath is hot on her flesh as he leans in to gently nip the side of her neck.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Theatre (Eeyore + Aeval)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>27-04-2010, 01:55:02</strong>
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				He could feel the tension run along her flesh.&nbsp; Feel the tightened energy there like a rabbit who had heard the hunter’s call.&nbsp; Fingers twisted together as the image of provocation became more innocent.&nbsp; Muscles flickered and moved under his touch as if she might bolt for the door still, but she already knew there was no choice.&nbsp; Fingers coiled together and turned over one another again.&nbsp; A sharp breath was taken into her lips when his hands fondled her hair so liberally.&nbsp; Never had&nbsp; a man touched her with such boldness.&nbsp; Never would one be so daring as to molest her Mistress’s maid.&nbsp; A sharp swallow was taken and she nearly recoiled into him when he nipped at her flesh.&nbsp; The delicious touch sending shivers down her spine.&nbsp; From that soft expanse of flesh drifted the scent of the untouched lily, wafting to caress his senses while before him that lily shivered in anticipation of being plucked.<br><br>“I…I….I have seen what they do, Sir.”&nbsp; A blush crept up her cheeks at that moment.&nbsp; She remembered the vision of the knight and his girl in the stables.&nbsp; The jitters returned to her fingers while she thought of the scene and felt a familiar heat creep upward from between her legs.&nbsp; “I have heard stories of what men like.&nbsp; The…other girls talk you know.”&nbsp; She let out a nervous giggle as she wondered if he indeed knew what they spoke about.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Theatre (Eeyore + Aeval)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>28-04-2010, 19:25:12</strong>
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				His hands remain on her shoulders as she talks, caressing her soft warm flesh, massaging her shoulder gently, trying to relax her a little. He well knew to what she referred - he had certainly been with more then his fair share of women and had done things some people could only dream of. "Is that so?" He asks, playing along with her innocence. He squeezes her shoulders a little more firmly, nipping the side of her exposed neck with her teeth, letting his eyes peer down the front of her corset. His hands slide over her shoulders to caress her upper arms before returning. "Girls certainly like to gossip, don't they?" He says with a soft chuckle.<br><br>His hands drop from her shoulder back down to her exposed sides. He lets one hand trail over the exposed skin of her lower back, trailing his fingers softly before letting them drop down to brush over her ass. "I am interested in learning about what you have heard. Perhaps you can show me?" His breath tickles her ear, his mouth hovering just inches from it as he speaks softly. Then he leans in close enough to trail the tip of his tongue around the outer edge of her ear. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Theatre (Eeyore + Aeval)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>26-05-2010, 08:04:52</strong>
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				Lina felt her resolve slip.&nbsp; Nearly felt a girlish giggle touch her throat while the man’s finger touched her bare flesh.&nbsp; Before him she felt like that little girl pretending to be a woman.&nbsp; How many had he entertained in such a way?&nbsp; How many more talented and beautiful than her had he made cry out?&nbsp; She shivered not only from his touch but from the thought that he might do the same to her.&nbsp; Set her to become the wild beast that some women spoke about with hushed reverence and fear.&nbsp; Even the man’s voice seemed ready to draw her into an intangible embrace, one that she feared to accept and only wanted to feel.&nbsp; When his mouth touched her ear the woman could only turn her head in silent permission as her eyes drifted closed.<br><br>Peering down at her cleavage from his vantage made them seem like delectable fruit set out for his selection.&nbsp; Those mounds rose and fell within the confines of the corset, hoisted upward for him to sample at his leisure.&nbsp; His fingers would find a rounded bottom that proved to be soft and pliable to his touch.&nbsp; Firm from youthful endurance, he knew that it should shudder beneath a strong hand.&nbsp; While he touched and spoke, her own hand drifted back to caress the outer portion of his pant leg.&nbsp; <br><br>“Men…they..” she could hardly speak so tight was her chest when his tongue brushed her cheek.&nbsp; “They like to be touched there.”&nbsp; Fingers moved with clumsy but eager grace behind her body.&nbsp; Brazen might best describe the touch she made to his groin.&nbsp; Eyes closed tighter for fear of his displeasure while she made her move to entertain his desires as he stroked hers.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Theatre (Eeyore + Aeval)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>01-06-2010, 18:39:17</strong>
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				He smiles as he feels her hand reach back against his leg, then over his growing arousal. He'd dare say that this was the first cock she had ever touched in some state of arousal. She would certainly get to know it much more intimately before the night was through. He planned on getting to know her body in much the same way too.<br><br>His hands snake up her sides as she grabs his cock. His hips, if anything, pressing into her touch as his hands travel upwards, sliding around to cup her breasts through her corset. He gives them a firm squeeze, hooking his thumbs over the low neckline to brush against her soft, smooth flesh. <br><br>"Oh yes, it does like to be touched." He nips her earlobe again, slowly starting to massage her breasts through the fabric that covered them. "And so much more. Don't be afraid of it - its one of the greatest tools a man can use on a woman." He dips his head down once more to suck and nip on her neck. "Always use a firm grip - you can't hurt it with your touch. Practice - squeeze it, stroke it, rub it, explore it." His head moves back up to that spot just behind her ear.<br><br>He slides his hands from her breasts, moving them to her back to start tugging on the lace of her corset. "Tonight, you will learn how to love it and make love to it." He murmurs, starting to loosen the corset as he tugs on the lace. "Your body is mine tonight, including your mouth." One hand slides back up, this time over her chin to slip a finger past her lips. "Which will be the first thing you use on my cock. Now," her corset slides free as he tugs the last lace off. "I want you to turn around and get on your knees and take my pants off."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Theatre (Eeyore + Aeval)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>16-06-2010, 20:02:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Dizzy was the only word she could use to describe this moment.&nbsp; A flood of sensations swarmed over her body to drown out the voices screaming for her to stop.&nbsp; Her body jerked with the tug of those laces but instead of making her see what was happening, she was wrapped even tighter in the moment.&nbsp; Breath escaped her in a pleasured sigh with shivers resounding down her body in a trail of goose bumps.&nbsp; That body promised to be so responsive to his touch, so yielding to his demands as he set lips and teeth to her.&nbsp; Heated words begged her mind to give in to this destiny.&nbsp; Slender fingers moved forward and back against the hardness in her grasp while the other hand moved against him for support.&nbsp; <br><br>When his finger past the confinement of her lips, broached that little barrier, he would find those pouting tiers to be soft and welcoming.&nbsp; Heat from her body surrounded his finger and her body leaned forward to bring more of the digit into her.&nbsp; There was a flicker of her tongue to taste him while those eyes opened wider in realization of his desire.&nbsp; He could see those orbs staring at him while she descended.&nbsp; See her body now free of the corset, the device falling free to the side so that her breasts lay exposed before his visage.&nbsp; The serving girl knelt her near nude body before him.&nbsp; Eyes that were not quite green and not quite brown staring up at him with nervous anticipation.&nbsp; <br><br>The hand already on him tightened.&nbsp; Her thumb traced over the impression through his trousers while the other came forward to undo the bindings.&nbsp; One teased him while the other struggled for his released.&nbsp; All the while she watched him for a reaction she hoped was pleasure.&nbsp; Each time she moved her hand those orbs were on him, to learn and to study what gave him desire and need.&nbsp; Only when he was removed from those pants did she look away.&nbsp; Her curiosity too much as she spotted his manhood for the first time this night.&nbsp; Somehow she knew this would not be the last.&nbsp; That thought sent a chill down her spine, a sensation that was abrupt amidst the heat of her body.&nbsp; Like the digit he had passed between her lips, she knew what he wanted to be done.&nbsp; Those soft lips brushed forward against the tip of his shaft then.&nbsp; Eyes lifted to watch his face while she parted them to slide the flesh of the head past and into the warmth of her mouth.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Theatre (Eeyore + Aeval)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>07-07-2010, 04:04:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As she turns to remove his pants, he quickly removes his top to stand naked before her in all his glory. His body was toned and firmed, though not overly muscled. Attractive by all means, his skin was also unmarred. He had certainly had several close calls in his life, but even his Casanova lifestyle he had yet to face serious harm at the hands of another. And as his cock finally slides free, she would see that the rumors certainly were true and well deserved.<br><br>His cock, while by no means excessively large like a horse, was still elongated and thick, with a perfect bulbous head and proportionately sized balls. The hair was minimal, his skin silky smooth, and the air of confidence about him only seemed to grow as she looked down at his member. He smiles at her as she touches it with her bare hands before brushing her lips against the tip of his shaft. <br><br>"Remember to always play with a mans balls - suck on them, fondle them with your hands - but do not suck on them too hard. Then lick the shaft from base to head until it is coated with your saliva - it is going to go IN you one way or another - before sucking on the head. Do not be afraid to be a little rough with it, and I shall not lie - a man loves it when a girl can take him into her throat." he says softly, giving her some helpful pointers. Her naked body was certainly something he planned on taking advantage of tonight. It would be another notch on his belt as far as young virgins, and the last before he took that of the Princess's he hoped.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Theatre (Eeyore + Aeval)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>20-07-2010, 15:43:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lina had always been proud of her intelligence.&nbsp; Though not as learned or well read compared to the noblewomen, she had her own intellect.&nbsp; A quickness of mind that allowed her to pickup tasks faster than most, to progress while others stumbled.&nbsp; He spoke the words that now rang inside her mind so that she would obey.&nbsp; That servile mind, so quick to understand and obey, bent to do as he wished.&nbsp; One hand grasped at the root of him while pressed the shaft upward.&nbsp; That warm embrace was tight at the shaft but silken smooth where her tongue whispered past.&nbsp; Slowly, with diligence for her task, she lavished such attention on his member.&nbsp; Lips closed around the side and underneath, suckling at parts before she sunk down to touch her lips to the place beneath.&nbsp; Only a moment was spent there, but her other hand came upward to cup when her lips left.<br><br>Eyes lifted to look up at him.&nbsp; Hunger flashed in that once innocent gaze.&nbsp; A hunger that was buried beneath her heart, set in a place more primal.&nbsp; Not like the love of novels hidden under laced pillows or clutched in the hands of tender young hearts.&nbsp; This was not a devotion born from the fabled heart, but of the lustful soul in each.&nbsp; Lips parted once more to accept his member into her mouth.&nbsp; That slick surface sliding into the warm passage of her mouth.&nbsp; Her tongue rose to delicately taste him while she worked him further back in her mouth.&nbsp; Soon came the sound of suckling as she drew on him, pressing him against her cheek while she glided down and then up on his shaft.&nbsp; Those eyes glanced upward at him, trying to determine what gave his pleasure and what failed him.&nbsp; That tiny hand eagerly massaged at his shaft and balls while she sought to learn from his direction.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Theatre (Eeyore + Aeval)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 22:12:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dargoth smiles down at her as she takes his perfect shaft in hand, pressing her lips against him, sucking on the side of his engorged cock. Her touch on his balls was brief, but he did not mind. He could have her lavish more attention to those parts at a later time - he knew this would not be the last time he visited upon her. Her mouth soon enveloped the head of his cock and she began to suck him into her mouth. Her touch was far better then he had expected and a soft little moan of pleasure escapes his lips.<br><br>"Mhmm...Lina...if I didn't know any better, I'd say you've done this before." He says, stroking a hand through her hair to rest on the back of her head. He just lets it rest there as she continues to suck, watching as his cock indents on her cheek. "Squeeze my balls a little harder though, and get my shaft nice and wet. Otherwise, you are doing a fine job." He acted like this was such a typical position to find oneself in. "Then, when you think you are ready, try to swallow as much as my cock as you can."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Theatre (Eeyore + Aeval)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 12:20:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tendrils of hair rose upward as if to grasp his touch.&nbsp; Her head eased back into his caress for a mere moment.&nbsp; A natural instinct it would seem much like a cat seeking to be touched by its owner.&nbsp; Lashed brushed down to her cheeks in a simple moment of enjoyment for his touch and his taste.&nbsp; Lips pressed down to his shaft to draw on his even harder while her fingers tightened upon the object of their affections tonight.&nbsp; There was a hollow pop when her mouth left his shaft, letting the cold air tingle his flesh.&nbsp; Then with a drawing of breath she pressed forward again to bury the first portion of his length against her throat.<br><br>He could feel her struggle to engulf him, to envelop him entirely with her lips.&nbsp; She was forced to withdraw after taking only a few inches, turning her head to gasp for breath.&nbsp; The head of his shaft now slick with her saliva before she set to touch her lips to him again.&nbsp; Eyes opened now to unveil the determination there, stubbornness so like the low-born classes.&nbsp; So he found his shaft plunged down into her throat once more.&nbsp; Around him the muscles contracted and tried to ease.&nbsp; Her body shuddered while she tried to control herself, to press more of him down her throat.&nbsp; Small tears formed at her eyes but still she pressed.&nbsp; Nostrils flared to take in precious air and draw in more of his scent, to urge her onward.&nbsp; <br><br>Then her nose touched his grown and the moment was over all too soon.&nbsp; She pulled back and turned her head to the side in order to cough.&nbsp; Those wet eyes glancing up at him in a mixed expression of fear and excitement.&nbsp; “Did I please?”<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Theatre (Eeyore + Aeval)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 18:00:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He stares down at her as she focuses on the task at hand. Her lips press down and her hand holds onto his hardness tightly, sliding down a little on his shaft before withdrawing with a pop. He loved that noise, showing that a girl was really trying to suck hard on ones cock. She only took a moments pause before attempting to swallow his engorged cock once more, this time pressing him into her throat.<br><br>"Good..." he murmurs as she gasps for breath. He need not have said anything though as she didn't pause for long, quickly taking his shaft back into her mouth. The hot-cold-hot of her mouth-to-air-to-mouth tingled along his slick shaft. He felt her trying to ease the muscles of her throat as he slides in deeper then before. Her willingness to perform this task was commendable, and highly arousing!<br><br>He watches in amazement as she finally manages to swallow him hole, her nose pressing against his stomach briefly, her throat contracting around his invading shaft, tears in her eyes. He smiles down at her as she coughs, having pulled off his length to breath. "Most outstanding!" He says, caressing her face with his other hand. He slides it back down onto his cock and slaps the head of his cock against her lips. "Keep doing that...keep sucking and deep throating...and you will be justly rewarded."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Theatre (Eeyore + Aeval)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 12:12:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lina did not hesitate to resume.&nbsp; The smack to her lips found to be encouraging, erotic even.&nbsp; Something about the slap to her lips with his shaft made her feel primitive and wanton.&nbsp; Eagerly her mouth consumed the head of his shaft.&nbsp; Cheeks puffed as she set pressure to him, drawing back firmly on the tender head of him before plunging that head even further down.&nbsp; Greedy hands pressed to his groin as she now found the pressure he enjoyed.&nbsp; Eyes slipped closed to focus on her task while the muscles of her throat stubbornly relaxed around him.&nbsp; Slowly she pressed forward and then back, dipping him down and then away from her throat.&nbsp; Each stroke was long but not as deep as the first one.&nbsp; Part of her mind was still afraid to take him so deeply as before.<br><br>Yet she knew he would want this, would want to take her fully in the mouth.&nbsp; Even in her novice moment she felt him press forward, wanting more from her than this.&nbsp; With each thrust into her throat she tried to build that courage again.&nbsp; Every press of the head to the back of her made her retreat again.&nbsp; Then she flared her nostrils to breathe while plunging her face to his groin and stomach.&nbsp; Eyes turned upward again to take in his reaction while she gagged upon his member.&nbsp; The moment was brief but was repeated again.&nbsp; The depth now set so that her face pressed to his body again and again while his shaft opened her throat repeatedly.&nbsp; Small coughs racked her frame while she abused her mouth for his pleasure, gasped for air while striving to pleasure him fully.<br><br>One hand went up to grasp his rear while she still cupped him firmly.&nbsp; That hand dragging him forward while she drove down on him.&nbsp; She pressed her fingers to him like an anchor.&nbsp; She beckoned him forward just as she went, forcing herself to take him as he wanted.&nbsp; Forcing herself to please him because that desire was all that mattered for her.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Theatre (Eeyore + Aeval)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 19:27:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				If the Princess could learn to be half as good as her Servant, Dargoth didn't think he'd have to take any more girls to his bed! Her mouth quickly enveloped the head of his cock as he slapped it against her lips, immediately sucking on it once more. He smiles down at her as she bobs her head back and forth along his shaft, preparing herself to take him into her throat once more. It wasn't long before he felt the head of his cock sliding into her throat once more.<br><br>Her hands were not just pressed against him, but wrapped around his base and pressed against him, pulling him towards her wanton mouth. His hips press forward, driving his cock just a little deeper into her mouth, and then she took him all the way in again. He lets out a soft moan of pleasure at the feeling, and then gasped as she began repeatedly deepthroating him, her face pressing against his stomach.<br><br>"Oh yes..." He murmurs, her gag reflex finally suppressed. This was most excellent - how had a girl like her managed to hold onto her virginity for so long? Not that he was going to complain - he was going to enjoy taking her cherry tonight. Oh yes, he was. "Here it comes..." He murmurs, the only warning she got before his cock erupted into her throat and mouth. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Theatre (Eeyore + Aeval)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>12-08-2010, 11:35:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Confusion struck her while the sack within her grasp tightened.&nbsp; She felt them growing a little colder just before his shaft twitched in her mouth and the cream of his splattered against the back of her throat.&nbsp; A fit of coughing tore the shaft from him so that more fell to her face and lips.&nbsp; One hand still grasped the shaft while she turned her head from him to swallow what she could and the rest fell from her plump lips.&nbsp; Tears welled up in those eyes while she glanced up at him with a measure of confusion and also fear.&nbsp; Afraid that somehow she had done wrong.&nbsp; <br><br>While she looked at him, his seed dripping from her lips, she allowed her tongue to snake out and touch the liquid.&nbsp; She wrinkled her nose a little, then took some on her fingertip to ensure that this indeed was the taste of him.&nbsp; Slowly she began to wipe the thick liquid from her face, afraid that he would find her disgusting now with such a mess on her face.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Theatre (Eeyore + Aeval)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>19-08-2010, 21:39:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He takes only a few moments to recover from his orgasm, his cock turning semi-rigid in her hand as she looks up at him. He smiles down at her face. "Lick it all up - a mans seed is never to be wasted!" He says, watching as she wipes it from her face. "A woman should always accept the gift a man offers her mouth with out protest. I dare say thats the first time you've tasted a mans cum though." He grins at her and steps away.<br><br>"Now, get naked and go lay on top of my bed." He says coolly, looking down at her. "The fun tonight is just getting started and you'll have many things to tell your Princess when you return in the morning." He breaks away from her and turns towards a cabinet. He was completely comfortable parading around naked in front of her it seemed.<br><br>His broad shoulders blocked her view of what was in the cabinet but she would be able to hear the clinking of glass on glass as he shuffled around its contents.
			</dd>
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