A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira)
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				Title: <strong>A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>04-06-2006, 19:04:06</strong>
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				Siniikka was frightened, she couldn't deny it.&nbsp; She'd been travelling with a group of warriors, and sometime in the night they had been attacked.&nbsp; What became of her escort she did not know, but she herself was currently bound with leather thongs, and blindfolded and gagged crudely.&nbsp; She had been slung over a horse and ridden many uncomfortable miles, then carried into some sort of structure, and left on a bed in a warm room.&nbsp; <br><br>A clean death she could abide, but her current situation frightened her.&nbsp; She was a consecrated virgin, a devotee of Marjatta, and the fear of being dishonored before death terrified her.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>indarkestknight</strong> on <strong>05-06-2006, 00:18:35</strong>
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				<em>A shadow pauses in the doorway after the large oak slab creaks open, and she can feel eyes watching her, devouring her quietly. Then, a single word, foreign to her ears. The gag comes off, as if my a magic command.<br><br>"Your name, girl."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>05-06-2006, 00:21:53</strong>
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				"Sinikka," she replies, her mouth dry with terror.&nbsp; Magic.&nbsp; It either meant another priest or a wizard, neither of which seemed to bode well in this case.&nbsp; "What do you want with me?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>indarkestknight</strong> on <strong>05-06-2006, 00:27:22</strong>
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				<em>His eyes rove up and down her body, quietly analyzing her and her... attributes, though she can't see him in the shadows.<br><br>"That depends on who you are, which is to say, how you define yourself."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>06-06-2006, 15:41:27</strong>
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				She considers this, not sure how she should answer.&nbsp; Should she be honest, and risk defilement? <br><br>In the end she decides to be honest.&nbsp; "I am consecrated to Marjatta." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>indarkestknight</strong> on <strong>06-06-2006, 21:41:18</strong>
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				<em>"Sinikka, the consecrated of Marjatta."<br><br>The words, before so innocent, now sound sinister on his tongue, amusement flavoring his speech. He has something planned... she can feel it.<br><br>"Would you like a chance at life and freedom, Sinikka?"</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>06-06-2006, 23:08:47</strong>
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				Sinikka doesn't like the sound of his tone.&nbsp; There's something portentous in his words.&nbsp; But she has no choice, she is at his mercy right now.&nbsp; <br><br>She squirms uncomfortably.&nbsp; "Yes, I would like that chance." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>indarkestknight</strong> on <strong>07-06-2006, 02:31:31</strong>
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				<em>He moves, staying in the shadows, striding to the bed to sit behind Sinikka. She can hear his whisper, feel his light breath playing over her ear, his fingers toying with her hair, but she can't see him in the position she's in. He might as well be a ghost, or an incubus.<br><br>"Tell me, what is it you fear most about this? What is it you would do to escape that fear?"</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>07-06-2006, 03:35:35</strong>
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				She shivers at the feel of his breath, his fingers.&nbsp; She is very careful never to let men near enough to touch, so the sensation is unnerving and unwelcome. <br><br>"I fear losing my virtue.&nbsp; I have spent my life in devotion and chastity." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>indarkestknight</strong> on <strong>07-06-2006, 03:44:41</strong>
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				<em>"Virtue. Would you like a chance to defend that virtue, then? To test it? After all, what is virtue if it is not challenged by vice...?"<br><br>The suggestions of his plan already seem to be falling into place, the picture settling before her. But the choice is hers whether to see it or not.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>07-06-2006, 03:49:41</strong>
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				Sinikki doesn't like the tone of his voice.&nbsp; There is definitely something sinister there.&nbsp; But he has challenged her, and there's really only one way to respond. <br><br>"I do not fear to defend it.&nbsp; Only to have it take from me forcibly.&nbsp; What is it you propose?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>indarkestknight</strong> on <strong>07-06-2006, 03:54:25</strong>
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				<em>"I propose a challenge of sorts. You will be in my power- my complete power. You cannot deny me a command, nor lie to me. For three days. I may do as I please with your body... save violate it in the most literal manner. I shall not, however, make any attempt to corrupt your mind or soul save through what I do to your body. If you can last three risings of the sun and moon without begging for me to take your precious virtue for you, I shall see you home safe, unharmed, unviolated."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>07-06-2006, 04:01:57</strong>
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				A shudder runs through me at your words.&nbsp; You are evil incarnate, I can tell, to suggest such a deal.&nbsp; But I really have very few choices open to me.&nbsp; I turn the words over in my head, and I cannot see how it would be any worse than what I had envisioned.&nbsp; There is at least a chance for freedom. <br><br>"I agree.&nbsp; If you give me an oath by all you hold sacred that it shall be as you have said, then I give you my oath I will submit to your commands and attentions as you have proposed." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>indarkestknight</strong> on <strong>07-06-2006, 06:40:26</strong>
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				<em>He laughs at her innocent words. So pure, so trusting... well, he doesn't trust himself, for that matter, with the mere binding of words... not with a subject as tempting as this.<br><br>She can feel the binds coming undone, then the blindfold coming off, though he still hides in shadows.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>07-06-2006, 06:56:37</strong>
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				She moans a little as the blindfold is removed, and her bindings undone.&nbsp; The laugh unnerves her.<br><br>"I have yet to hear your oath, whoever you may be." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>indarkestknight</strong> on <strong>07-06-2006, 23:32:22</strong>
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				<em>"That is because you shall not need to hear it."<br><br>He snaps his fingers, and then a pale hand, his own, extends from the shadows, a bit of parchment in it, along with a feather quill.<br><br>"Take them."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>07-06-2006, 23:33:58</strong>
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				Her hands reach out to take the parchment and quill.&nbsp; <br><br>"What am I to do with these?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>indarkestknight</strong> on <strong>07-06-2006, 23:35:49</strong>
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				<em>"Unroll the parchment and you shall see."<br><br>His voice is amused as ever by her caution, for, in all truth, a deal with the devil, or at least with one of her cultists, is never cautious.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>07-06-2006, 23:36:40</strong>
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				She carefully unrolls the parchment, looking at it.&nbsp; <br><br>"What now?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>indarkestknight</strong> on <strong>07-06-2006, 23:45:53</strong>
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				<em>The parchment, in shimmering, glistening red, lists all the deatils he just outlined in very fanciful writing. At the bottom is a place for her to sign. She recognizes it immediately from the tales.<br><br>A blood pact.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>07-06-2006, 23:48:52</strong>
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				She shivers.&nbsp; It occurs to her she might refuse, but then her host could just do as he liked.&nbsp; At least this way there was some small measure of protection. She took the sharp point of the quill and pierced her finger, then she signed the parchment.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>indarkestknight</strong> on <strong>07-06-2006, 23:58:57</strong>
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				<em>The signature glows for a moment, then the entire parchment glows a bright crimson, before disappearing in a flash of light, leaving behind the faint scent of brimstone. Her captor laughs.<br><br>"Welcome to you own personal hell and paradise, Sinikka."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 00:00:50</strong>
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				Sinikka shivers at that.&nbsp; "May I now see my captor and tormentor?"&nbsp; She asks.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>indarkestknight</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 00:45:25</strong>
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				<em>He laughs again and his snaps his fingers, an small orb of red-orange fire appearing in his palm, revealing a man of slight, lean build. His hair is black as sin, silky, almost like the night, contrasting deeply with his pale skin, luminous like the moon. His mouth is curved in a cruel smirk, something that seems unlikely to vanish, even when he sleeps- if he does sleep. But what stands out most are his eyes. Windows to a world of pain, cruelty, and, even, she has to admit herself, a seductive darkness. A world of desires virtually unbound, covered by a thin veneer of civility. The golden orbs hold the faintest hint of a diabolical red in them, but it seems drawn out, almost like a fire burning deep within him- burning his soul from within.<br><br>"Satisfied, my pet Sinikka?"</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 00:50:23</strong>
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				She shivers intensely as she sees him.&nbsp; He is both frightening and somewhat seductive, and both spell danger to her.&nbsp; She bristles a little at his words, though, and it puts a little steel in her.<br><br>"I am not your *pet*." <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>indarkestknight</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 01:08:03</strong>
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				<em>"I beg to differ. And I'd watch your tongue if I were you. Say such a thing again, and I may force you to realize you are my pet."<br><br>He stares hard at her, his golden gaze matching hers in intensity.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 01:11:09</strong>
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				Her eyes flare defiance at him, but she had agreed to obey his commands.&nbsp; She breathes hard, bringing herself back under control. <br><br>"so what is to happen now?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>indarkestknight</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 06:21:05</strong>
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				<em>"We, my dear, are to clean you up."<br><br>He smiles and moves towards the door.<br><br>"I hope you find it most... enlightening. Cleansing even... of inhibitions, of course."</em><br><br>OOC: Not to be pushy, but would you mind giving a physical description?
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 06:24:51</strong>
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				Sinikka got up to follow him.&nbsp; She figures they are to strip her naked next, to try to break her.&nbsp; Well she has been naked in the steam rooms before.&nbsp; She is not shy of it.&nbsp; She's tall, well-formed and curvaceous, with perfect creamy skin, blue eyes, and waist-length blonde hair.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>indarkestknight</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 06:29:09</strong>
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				OOC: Thanks. *hug*<br><em><br>He leads her out into a long, stone hallway, sweltering with heat and deviod of others, though she's certian they're there. Perhaps this is a personal matter...</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 06:32:25</strong>
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				She continues down the hallway after him.&nbsp; The heat is no worse than a steam-room, and she's determined to keep as much dignity as she can.&nbsp; She holds her head high as they move.&nbsp; "Isn't it wasteful to keep this place so hot?" She asks.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>indarkestknight</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 06:41:32</strong>
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				<em>"Wasteful how?"<br><br>He sounds genuinely curious, and, at that moment, he reveals a little of the truth: her questions tell him as much about her as she finds out about him from his answers.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 06:44:14</strong>
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				"All the energy needed to heat it this much.&nbsp; You must burn much wood or coal or peat to keep such a large area this hot." <br><br>She wonders a little at the tone in his voice. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>indarkestknight</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 06:46:08</strong>
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				<em>"Mmmm.... So that's what you think, is it?"<br><br>He sounds amuse.<br><br>"I'm hurt, really I am. You think us to be that crude in our methods?"</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>08-06-2006, 20:03:32</strong>
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				She blinks at him.&nbsp; "How else would you heat it?"&nbsp; She is genuinely confused. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>indarkestknight</strong> on <strong>09-06-2006, 03:20:05</strong>
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				<em>"Hellfire, situating it within a volcano... come now, remember- we are a rather diabolical bunch."<br><br>He turns back and winks at her half-playfully, though she can tell he's serious.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>09-06-2006, 03:23:50</strong>
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				She shivers a bit at that.&nbsp; How far had she traveled to come here?&nbsp; <br><br>"So how far of a walk is it?"&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>indarkestknight</strong> on <strong>09-06-2006, 06:35:39</strong>
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				<em>"Oh, about three or so more questions on your part, if you want to know in what matters. In terms of time..."<br><br>He shrugs.<br><br>"That depends on how long it takes me to answer your questions, doesn't it?"</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>09-06-2006, 06:44:40</strong>
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				She looks at him, even more confused.&nbsp; "You are perhaps the oddest man I have ever met.&nbsp; &nbsp;Or are you a man at all?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>indarkestknight</strong> on <strong>09-06-2006, 06:46:33</strong>
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				<em>He laughs.<br><br>"Well, I would imagine with the goddess you have, you wouldn't meet many men anyway, not that I mean offense by that. And the proper answer to your inquiry depends on your definition of 'man,' I suppose."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>09-06-2006, 06:55:42</strong>
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				"A man.&nbsp; A human, born of man and woman.&nbsp; And I have met men.&nbsp; I minister to the sick as part of my service."&nbsp; Sinikka does sound vaguely offended. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>indarkestknight</strong> on <strong>09-06-2006, 07:07:15</strong>
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				<em>"Those poor souls- to see a vision of heaven, yet never to enjoy it."<br><br>His smile has a sinister aspect, his golden eyes as they cast themselves back at her form conveying the darker meaning of his words as blatantly as possible.<br><br>"And, yes, I am, then, a man."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>09-06-2006, 07:12:22</strong>
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				She doesn't like the implications of his words.&nbsp; If he can make her this uncomfortable with just his words, she doesn;t know what will happen when it becomes more.&nbsp; <br><br>She tries to consider her next question.&nbsp; "Who do you serve?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>indarkestknight</strong> on <strong>09-06-2006, 07:16:35</strong>
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				<em>"Myself, of course. But if you mean in the broader sense... Loviatar. Goddess of pain and torture."<br><br>He winks back at her.<br><br>"We're going to have so much fun together. Don't you think so?"</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>09-06-2006, 08:37:09</strong>
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				Her eyes widen a bit in horror.&nbsp; Loviatar?&nbsp; She was truly in the hands of her enemy, then.&nbsp; <br><br>"No, I don't think so." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>indarkestknight</strong> on <strong>09-06-2006, 20:31:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>"Oh, you don't, do you? Then I suppose you must know that we're going to have fun- I admit, I'm a little surprised. My companions usually don't acquiesce so quickly."<br><br>His response is as cheeky and arrogant as ever, turning her every word against her.<br><br>"Yes... almost there. One more question should do it, I think."</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>09-06-2006, 21:05:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sinikka bridled.&nbsp; But she could see bandying words with him did no good.&nbsp; The man was a snake, turning every word back on her with sinuous ease.&nbsp; <br><br>"Why did you make that contract with me, rather than just taking me?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>indarkestknight</strong> on <strong>09-06-2006, 21:26:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>"No challenge in it. It would be fun, but ultimately less satisfying, too. It's harder for me, this way, but at the same time, more rewarding. You understand, I'm sure."<br><br>They approach a large, iron door. As the man turns to her, Sinikka can see that the heat is having no adverse effect on him whatsoever. He isn't even sweating.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>09-06-2006, 21:29:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She sighed and shook her head.&nbsp; She didn't uinderstand him at all, except that apparently she was to be entertainment for him for the next few days.&nbsp; At least they had finally reached the door. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>indarkestknight</strong> on <strong>10-06-2006, 00:30:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>The man opens the door, but stands to the side, indicating for her to go before him.<br><br>"Ladies first."<br><br>He smirks. Within the room is situated a huge pool of steaming water, the walls and floor made of stone. The room is dimly lit by torches, the light giving the room an eerie aspect.<br><br>"Please, do release yourself of those confines, lovely and white as they are, will you?"</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>10-06-2006, 00:34:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sinikka steps inside.&nbsp; She examines the room, looking around, but she can see little other than the pool and the torches and the bare outlines of the room.&nbsp; <br><br>She turns at his words.&nbsp; He wants her to strip.&nbsp; She looks defiantly into his eyes as she removes her gown, determined not to let him see fear.&nbsp; She could not suppress a shiver though as she stands naked before him.&nbsp; Her enemy.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>indarkestknight</strong> on <strong>10-06-2006, 19:43:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>His golden eyes smile knowingly as he examines her up and down, practically devouring her with his gaze. She can almost feel him on her without him even so much as lifting a finger. Then his eyes raise back to meet hers, his smile as unnerving as anything Sinikka has ever seen.<br><br>"I'm going to give you a choice- would you rather wash yourself, or let me wash you?"</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>10-06-2006, 20:06:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His eyes violate her even as she stands there.&nbsp; She's never met anyone like him.&nbsp; <br><br>Then he gives her a choice.&nbsp; Her own decision is obvious.&nbsp; "Given a choice, I will wash myself."<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>indarkestknight</strong> on <strong>10-06-2006, 20:11:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>He nods, and moves to the edge of the pool, removing his boots and slipping his feet into the water, letting his legs dangle over the edge, almost like a child during summer.<br><br>"Then do so."</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>10-06-2006, 20:16:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She shivers again, stepping into the pool, with a groan as the hot water hits her body.&nbsp; It is very hot, and her skin flushes from the heat.&nbsp; She grabs a sponge and some soap, and starts to wash herself.&nbsp; It's disturbingly sensual with someone watching her so intently. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>indarkestknight</strong> on <strong>10-06-2006, 20:22:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>His eyes never leave her, that much she knows, but strangely, whenever she turns to look at him, she finds his eyes not on her body, but her own eyes. How he manages to know exactly when she turns, she can only guess, but he wears that knowing smile.<br><br>"So, tell me more about yourself."</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>10-06-2006, 20:45:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She is unnerved how he keeps look at her.&nbsp; How their eyes keep meeting.&nbsp; It's distubingly intimate. <br><br>"What sort of things do you want to know?" She asks, her voice tight.&nbsp; "I come from a small village.&nbsp; My father was a blacksmith, my mother a weaver.&nbsp; They had the runes cast for me when I was young, and followed what they said.&nbsp; I was given to the priestesses when I was seven." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>indarkestknight</strong> on <strong>10-06-2006, 22:20:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>"What you like, what you hate, whether you believe in true love and romance, what you hope for, what you fear..."<br><br>He smiles what would be a winning smile if he weren't the monster he is.<br><br>"Runes? Of?"</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>10-06-2006, 22:29:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Runes for divination, of course.&nbsp; As for the rest..."&nbsp; She hates the idea of telling him personal things about herself.&nbsp; "I like honeycake, music, and the little flowers in spring.&nbsp; I like my work.&nbsp; I hate...strong ale, violence, filth.&nbsp; I believe in true love and romance...but not for myself.&nbsp; What I have hoped for is to continue my work.&nbsp; And what I fear... you know already." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>indarkestknight</strong> on <strong>11-06-2006, 07:55:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>"Hmmm... music? What kind? Do you sing? Alto or Soprano? Any particular kind of flower?"<br><br>He smiles slyly at her, eyes twinkling.<br><br>"So what are you feelings on weak ale? Or wine? I admit, I have a level of distaste for violence and filth myself..."</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>11-06-2006, 08:12:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"All kinds of music.&nbsp; I don't sing particularly well, but I do join in the yoik singing at the temple.&nbsp; It's necessary to commune with the spirits.&nbsp; My voice is lower than most.&nbsp; As far as the flowers, I like the wood sorrel.&nbsp; The little white flowers, so pure.&nbsp; I drink watered ale or wine when there is no other choice.&nbsp; I prefer milk or water." <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>indarkestknight</strong> on <strong>11-06-2006, 08:26:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>"Why, I wonder?"<br><br>He seems amused as his feet kick the water lightly, as if to amuse himself, though his eyes are still on hers.<br><br>"Does alchohol have an effect on you that you don't like? Something I should know about, my dear little Sinikka?"</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>11-06-2006, 08:33:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sinikka glares at him.&nbsp; "Becoming drunk makes people lose their senses.&nbsp; Do things they shouldn't."&nbsp; <br><br>She sighs.&nbsp; "Is that your plan then, get me drunk and try to overcome my virtue?&nbsp; Not terribly inventive."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>indarkestknight</strong> on <strong>12-06-2006, 03:09:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>"That, my dear, would be far too simple, though I think that sometime this night we really should release your inhibitions- but when we do, no, I shall not take advantage of you in the sense you think."<br><br>His face and tone convey complete honesty, even his eyes. But can she trust that, even?<br><br>"And Sinikka, what do you mean 'things they shouldn't?' Do you mean by that that they actually enjoy themselves?"</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>12-06-2006, 05:05:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I mean that they do things they wouldn't normally do if not under the effects of strong spirits."&nbsp; Sinikka sighs.&nbsp; "You seem to imply I am hostile to people enjoying themselves.&nbsp; I'm not.&nbsp; I don't expect others to conform to the life I've chosen, the vows I've taken.&nbsp; But I have tended too many for things done under the influence of strong drink that they regret in the sober light of day." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>indarkestknight</strong> on <strong>12-06-2006, 05:33:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>"No, not at all. Not to people enjoying themselves. I think that you are yourself hostile to enjoying yourself... and letting others enjoy you, for that matter."<br><br>He shrugs.<br><br>"Am I wrong?"</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>12-06-2006, 05:35:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sinikka's lips compress into a tight line.&nbsp; "Depends on what you mean by 'enjoy'.&nbsp; You know the vows I have taken." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>indarkestknight</strong> on <strong>12-06-2006, 05:46:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>"I know the vows you took... But what I don't know is what you really feel inside, and somehow, I doubt </em>you<em> really know what you feel inside. Because you fear it. You fear its power."<br><br>The eyes are unrelenting, not giving her pause or refuge from their piercing depths.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>12-06-2006, 05:49:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sinikka feels a twisting in her guts as he stares at her.&nbsp; Some spell, no doubt, she tells herself, and looks away.&nbsp; <br><br>"Well if apparently neither of us knows, then how exactly do you plan to find out?&nbsp; My answers don't seem to satisfy your curiosity." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>indarkestknight</strong> on <strong>12-06-2006, 06:06:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>"But my questions make you think- make you start to examine yourself, even if you don't want to. Soon enough, you'll know the answers- if you're lucky, maybe I'll know sooner than you will."<br><br>He smiles and winks at her. Somehow, there's no comfort in the gesture.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>12-06-2006, 06:11:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She shudders, and finishes rinsing herself.&nbsp; "Well, I have finished bathing, at any rate," she says, trying to change the subject.&nbsp; "So what next?"&nbsp; <br><br>She doesn't care for the way he unsettles her.&nbsp; His words must be lies, serving Loviatar.&nbsp; Just clever ones.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>indarkestknight</strong> on <strong>12-06-2006, 06:25:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>"Well, you can either dry yourself off, or let me. Though what comes after is my little fun, I assure you."<br><br>He smiles devilishly.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>12-06-2006, 06:28:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her eyes narrow, even as her stomach clenches more, realizing he's about to start in earnest whatever he has in mind.&nbsp; She decides to let him get started on her terms, at least, not his.&nbsp; <br><br>She steps out of the bath.&nbsp; "Why don't you go ahead and dry me, then?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>indarkestknight</strong> on <strong>12-06-2006, 06:40:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>He rises from his sitting position and puts on the boots, as if the water was nothing to him... or never actually touched his skin. He pulls what seems like a sheet of black silk out of thin air, smirking dangerously.<br><br>"Are you certian about that?"</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>12-06-2006, 06:42:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She sets her chin and nods.&nbsp; "Yes."&nbsp; Saying no just puts off the inevitable beginning of this and she's tired of just dreading what may happen.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>indarkestknight</strong> on <strong>12-06-2006, 18:36:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>With a smile he moves behind her, the silken material coming to rest on her shoulders, soft, brushing against her skin as if it were made of night itself, though she can still feel his hands gently massage her back through the sheet as it drys her, oddly absorbing most of the water without itself getting damp, but leaving just enough to leave her skin a little moist.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>12-06-2006, 18:44:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She can feel his hands.&nbsp; It's the first time a man has ever touched her, even indirectly like this, and she struggles hard not to moan or shiver.&nbsp; She can't suppress the shiver.&nbsp; Her skin prickles into gooseflesh when he pulls the silken sheet away. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>indarkestknight</strong> on <strong>12-06-2006, 18:46:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>The material doesn't leave contact with her, instead with his hands slipping down to her lower back, the sheet slipping over her bottom and the back of her thighs while his hands dance gracefully over her lower back, almost teasing her with the smallest foreshadowing of what is to come.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>12-06-2006, 18:49:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				*This* draws a small moan from her.&nbsp; She cannot help it.&nbsp; She's never been touched like this at all, and she bites on her lip.&nbsp; This doesn't bode well for her. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>indarkestknight</strong> on <strong>12-06-2006, 19:12:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>His whispers play across her neck, his very breath seemingly caressing her.<br><br>"There there... not so very bad, is it?"<br><br>Suddenly, as he finishes her back, he pivots the black silk sheet around her and steps even closer, his hand and the sheet now on her stomach, draping over her front as he gently works the muscles of her abdomen.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>12-06-2006, 19:37:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She can feel him almost touching her as he dries her belly.&nbsp; She whimpers and shivers some more.&nbsp; She's never had a man this close, especially to her naked body, and her nipples start to harden even in the heat of the room. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>indarkestknight</strong> on <strong>12-06-2006, 19:55:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>"See? Is it really so wrong? So evil? What you feel right now?"<br><br>His hands pause for a second, now just rubbing the material up against her stomach, letting her feel its soft touch.<br><br>"Up or down, up or down..."</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>12-06-2006, 19:58:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sinikka moans again.&nbsp; "This is definitely not chaste." <br><br>She shakes her head.&nbsp; "You choose."&nbsp; &nbsp;She doesn't want to be responsible for whichever option, both are bad. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>indarkestknight</strong> on <strong>13-06-2006, 20:26:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>"No, but does it feel wrong, either?"<br><br>He gently presses his lips against her neck, kissing her there to see if he elicits any reaction at all. The sheet moves downward over her, pausing only extremely briefly as it passes over her netherlips before moving farther down as he lightly massages her thighs. She can feel and hear him murmur against her skin.<br><br>"No point in drying you there."</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>15-06-2006, 09:02:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He kisses her neck.&nbsp; Despite herself she shivers at that as well.&nbsp; She's never been kissed.&nbsp; The touches to her flesh are more rousing than she had anticipated, and it is taking all her willpower not to moan.&nbsp; She can't stop the shivering, though, and the tensing of muscles as he strokes over flesh. <br><br>Then his hands are on her thighs, and a moan manages to break past her reserve.&nbsp; His words confuse her.&nbsp; "What do you mean?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>indarkestknight</strong> on <strong>15-06-2006, 21:54:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>His hands move slowly and sensuously as he presses the silk against her, moving first on the front of her thighs, but soon moving to the inside curve. She feels his breath against her neck as he speaks, murmuring out with a hint of amusement.<br><br>"So you are that innocent... well, you'll find out soon enough, little Sinikka."</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>15-06-2006, 22:19:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She bites her lips at his words.&nbsp; She's not sure she wants to find out, but it doesn't seem as if she'll have much of a choice.&nbsp; <br><br>His hands keep wickedly stroking on her inner thighs.&nbsp; She had no idea they were so sensitive, and she can't hold back the moans for long, her body shivering.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>indarkestknight</strong> on <strong>16-06-2006, 03:28:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>He laughs a little at this before raining down kisses on her neck, his hands gracefully moving back up to her stomach and brushing the undersides of her breasts as lightly as possible.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>slavemarkira</strong> on <strong>16-06-2006, 07:27:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sinikka trembles, trying not to react to him.&nbsp; She doesn't like how he is able to arouse her.&nbsp; Her nipples harden as he starts to touch the undersides of her breasts. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Matter of Honor (1 on 1 Glazubrezane and Slavemarkira) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>indarkestknight</strong> on <strong>19-06-2006, 23:40:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>The silk brushes against her with the gentle ease of a lover before, surprisingly, he swings it back to dry the undersides of her arms, his slow sensuous touch assuring her that this is just the buildup. His kisses continue to circle her neck like a necklace, all around, brushing his lips against her skin nearly continuously.</em>
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