🎩 The One-Night Bride - Ruby Room
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				Title: <strong>🎩 The One-Night Bride - Ruby Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gypsy</strong> on <strong>12-05-2017, 20:59:56</strong>
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				<br><div align="center">(http://i.imgur.com/ZKQu10N.png)</div><br><hr><hr><br>The Ruby Room was on the second floor of the One-Night Bride, a large, luxurious room that featured a large four-poster bed, decorated in hues of the gem that comprised the door's release mechanism.&nbsp; &nbsp;Along with the bed, there was a red and black marble fireplace that could be lit with the press of the gem on its mantle, a black privacy screen in one corner that half-shielded a shiny clawfoot tub for those who wished to add bathing to their amenities, and a dark black armoire that held a small variety of wardrobe items and a selection of oils, silken restraints, and a small selection of items that could be used to add to the night's pleasures.&nbsp; On a stand near the tub was a small fountain with discrete lights where water ran with a continuous soothing sound over stones in hues of white, black, and red.<br><br>Above the mantle was a number of lit candles, their softly flickering lights adding just a touch of homey warmth to the elegance, and imparting the scents of spices, sandalwood and cinnamon, and those of more exotic origins in a blend that was both reassuring, and vaguely enervating at once.<br><br>For those who wished for a bit of conversation, or perhaps just a change of position, there was a high-backed black leather sofa close to the fireplace, and a small table that could hold a variety of refreshments. <br><br>Small, adjustable lamps near the door, the head of the bed, by the tub, and by the fireplace provided light, adjustable to the occupant's preference; the temperature is likewise adjustable by any courtesan or staff.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 🎩 The One-Night Bride - Ruby Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trilby</strong> on <strong>16-05-2017, 20:53:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2f/AviciaB_zpscg0eysap.jpg)</div><br><br><strong>Name:&nbsp; Avicia (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266077.msg13173582#msg13173582)</strong><br><br><strong>CLIENT</strong><br><br><strong>Situation:</strong>&nbsp; Engage the mind, and the pleasures of the body will surely follow<br><br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Andrea<br><br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> <em>None</em><br><br><br><hr><hr><br><br><br><br>“Alone?&nbsp; Alone with you?” Avicia repeated, blinking at Andrea through a haze.&nbsp; “Of course.”&nbsp; It seemed a strange question, but Andrea knew this place, so she surely had a reason for asking it.&nbsp; She felt disoriented, even drunk; she had never dreamed that merely kissing could be so erotic, so dizzying.&nbsp; No wonder it was the subject of so many paintings and sculptures.&nbsp; Everything was spinning all around her; she and Andrea were at the calm, still core of the world, and everything, everyone else was a blur of noise and distraction.&nbsp; But how strange, she was having difficulty breathing.&nbsp; The widow took a few experimental breaths; she felt less lightheaded, but her heart was still pounding so hard.&nbsp; “Of course,” she repeated.&nbsp; “How soon?&nbsp; How soon can we go to someplace quiet?”<br>&nbsp; <br>When Avicia was sure she had her breath again, Andrea took her hand, giving it another tender kiss, and they walked hand in warm hand together, across the room and up the staircase to a room with a single ruby in the door, and stopped.&nbsp; Avicia looked up curiously at Andrea.<br>&nbsp; <br>“Yours to lead, my Lady,” the tall, willowy blonde said with a nod towards the rich red ruby, ”my pleasure to be entirely yours.”<br>&nbsp; <br>There was no lock on the door, no handle that Avicia could see; only the large gem.&nbsp; Experimentally, she reached up and pressed the stone, and the door opened as quietly as a whisper.&nbsp; Avicia gripped her Bride’s hand and led her through the doorway, walking slowly to the center of the big room, so much larger than anything she had expected!&nbsp; The carpet under their feet was thick and lush and black, with tracings of a red design; all the room was black and red.&nbsp; The huge bed, on one side, would have dominated a smaller room; and across from the bed was a fireplace, with a large black sofa close by.<br>&nbsp; <br>Avicia stood in the center of the thick, heavy carpet, and interlaced her fingers with&nbsp; Andrea’s again, palm to supple palm.&nbsp; It was not what she wanted.&nbsp; No, not at all.&nbsp; What she wanted, more than anything, more than she wanted air to breath, was to lift her hands to her beautiful, magical Bride’s exquisite body and discover all the wonders of her softness, her planes and curves.&nbsp; Such boldness had never been a piece of who Avicia had been before, but she thought -- she believed -- it was a thing she might now do.&nbsp; Here, now, with this gentle woman who had been so kind to a stranger, Avicia felt as though she could do anything.&nbsp; She could sing, she could fly, she could lay her hands upon another person; and she could give and even take the strange, mysterious pleasure they had shared on the bench in the Great Room, kissing each other with such wanton, unashamed passion.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>But it seemed….&nbsp; It seemed not to fit.&nbsp; It was too quick, too hurried, and not at all the way one should treat one’s Bride.&nbsp; Andrea was so fine and mysterious and marvelous; she should be savored.&nbsp; She deserved to be revered and cared for.&nbsp; She deserved to be known.<br>&nbsp; <br>Avicia turned Andrea’s hands upwards in each of her own, and kissed each warm palm gently, tenderly, and lingeringly;&nbsp; then, with a smile, she drew her Bride towards the sofa and sat down on the soft, sumptuous leather.&nbsp; But not as they had been sitting downstairs.&nbsp; She tucked her legs up underneath her, ignoring how badly she would crease the heavy satin folds of her gown, and slid her arms about Andrea’s waist, letting their bodies fit together naturally.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>“Tell me who you are?” she asked, a little shyly, but eagerly.&nbsp; “Please?”<br>&nbsp; <br>After all, one should get to know one’s Bride.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: 🎩 The One-Night Bride - Ruby Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wyatt</strong> on <strong>18-05-2017, 04:53:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6a/ONB_-_Wyatt_-_Andrea.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:&nbsp; Andrea Follete (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266077.msg13135651#msg13135651)</strong><br><br><strong>COURTESAN</strong><br><br><strong>Situation:</strong>&nbsp; Charmed by Avicia<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Avicia<br><br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> <em>None</em><br><br>As they stood in the center of the Ruby Room, one that Andrea loved to visit and especially hoped that Avicia would subconsciously associate with the blazingly red dress Andrea wore, she did a very unusual thing.&nbsp; Andrea reached down, one at a time, undid the strap on each shoe and kicked her otherwise ever-present heels off to the side, her toes enjoying the deep plushness of the carpet, and then knelt before Avicia, reaching beneath her gown to touch her foot and ankle,<br><br>“May I, Milady, to allow us to both be more comfortable, and natural.&nbsp; I like how natural I feel, how much so that you make me feel, Avicia, as if being your Bride was very much meant to be,” she commented, hazel eyes looking up to Avicia, filled with a clam mix of strength, passion and more than anything, adoration of the woman she knelt before.&nbsp; When allowed, she unlaced and unstrapped Avicia’s feet from the shoes that ensconced them, allowing her to step more deeply into the plushness and softness of the carpet, even as she rose to offer her hand to her Lady once more.&nbsp; Even without her heels, Andrea was a statuesque and curvaceously willowy beauty, yet taking the heels away stripped out a layer of something, a bit of the look of a Courtesan, a bit of the look of a woman who intimidated as many as she enticed, it simply softened her loveliness, something that Avicia seemed to do so naturally to her.<br><br>When they reached the couch, and Avicia kissed each of her hands, Andrea blushed.&nbsp; It was not the furious deep red flush that would color far more than her cheeks when induced in the throes of passion, rather it was the rosily sweet blush that meant what it appeared to mean,<br><br>“My Lady, you treat your Bride so elegantly.&nbsp; I blush at the simplest touch of your beauty to my flesh, know that this is a rare thing, just as you are such a rare and enchanting beauty,” Andrea told her, not breathily and sexily as her voice would no doubt become in time, but a bit girlishly, which was a stark and surprising thing to hear from a woman as imposingly stunning as Andrea.<br><br>She allowed Avicia to take her seat first, then turned and faced the sofa and Avicia as she half sat, half reposed at an angle complimentary to and across Avicia’s angled lap, her lithe waist fitting perfectly in Avicia’s encompassing and very sensuously welcome embrace, her own legs curled into the sofa, though that did have the effect of lifting her crimson dress several more inches above her knees to expose more of the tops of her thighs to Avicia’s eyes.&nbsp; One hand pressed to the sofa just aside Avicia, her wrist pressing warmly against Avicia’s ankles, as her other hand, her long and gracefully deft fingers, so naturally moved to caress and draw lines upon the natural lines of Avicia’s cheekbones, jaw and even down the side of her neck to her shoulder, almost, well, truly, drinking in the golden-haired blonde’s soft and sumptuously classic beauty with the touch of her fingertips.<br><br>“Who I am?” Andrea replied, “Many Courtesans would give you the common answer of being whomever and whatever you desire me to be, but I am more than common, I am this Night’s Bride of a woman so utterly uncommon that I could never insult the beauty of your rich and deeply desirable intellect such a vacuous response.&nbsp; I am Andrea Follette, daughter of Travius Follette, a warrior, and indeed, a political assassin born of Royal bearing in House Follette, upon my home world.&nbsp; When I need to be, to protect myself, my friends, or you who are my Lady, I can be a fierce and fearsome fighter like he was, though not nearly as skilled.&nbsp; I am also the daughter of Lady Irina, a former Courtesan and now a lady of the Court in House Follette, and like her, I am more truly a lover, both of the pleasures of the body, like your kisses, your touch, my touch upon you, Avicia, and of the mind, as now, when our eyes meet and look into each other’s souls, our words are exchanged and tickle our ears and our imaginations, our ideas make love, one to the other,&nbsp; and I revel in that as I revel in being your Bride.&nbsp; I bear my Mother’s beauty, my Father’s height and both of their strengths, each of a different kind.&nbsp; My people interlace our bodies with what some call cybernetics, science meeting nature, enhancing and lengthening our lives in ways that we each choose.&nbsp; I choose to be a Courtesan, and love very much being a Bride…at the moment, I am utterly enraptured in being your Bride and by you, in sharing our thoughts and touches and smiles and blushes.&nbsp; My Lady, the smiles and blushes you cause so very easily, so rare, like you.”<br><br>With that, Andrea leaned closer, breath catching in her chest unexpectedly as she was greased even more fully with the bounteous curves of her Lady as she pressed a sweet, but for the moment, languidly chaste, lips only to lips, kiss to Avicia.&nbsp; Blushing still as she allowed the gently delectable kiss to break and their bodies to part just a bit, Andrea asked her own question, two actually,<br><br>“If I return your question, will you tell me of your past?” she asked, as Courtesans had to be careful to respect&nbsp; the privacy of others, though many wished to share their confidences with their Bride as well, in fact, some did nothing more than that in an entire night, “And if you do or don’t, I ask that you tell me who you are in this moment, Avicia, how you feel in this moment, what you desire from your Bride and your night with her…I am yours, not because I have to be, but like the circuits and very flesh that comprises my entire body and being, because I choose and desire to be.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: 🎩 The One-Night Bride - Ruby Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trilby</strong> on <strong>19-05-2017, 16:36:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2f/AviciaB_zpscg0eysap.jpg)</div><br><br><strong>Name:&nbsp; Avicia (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266077.msg13173582#msg13173582)</strong><br><br><strong>CLIENT</strong><br><br><strong>Situation:</strong>&nbsp; Engaging everything<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Andrea<br><br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> <em>None</em><br><br><br><hr><hr><br><br>As Andrea spoke, Avicia listened intently, infinitely curious about the infinitely delightful and astonishing stranger who was her Bride for this night.&nbsp; They sat entwined together on the soft leather of the couch, and their hands and fingertips gently explored each other: cheeks, hair, ears, lips…&nbsp; it seemed such a natural, such a commonplace thing, and yet not since childhood had Avicia had ever sat so close to another, or touched so freely.&nbsp; The more she learned of Andrea -- the people and the family she had come from, who she had been, who she chose now to be -- the more astonished and bewildered she was that such a magnificent, ethereal creature should have looked about at everyone that the vast room below them had to offer, and had chosen to approach a dumpy, middle-aged, inexperienced widow.&nbsp; And yet, here they both sat.&nbsp; Andrea would have it that it was Avicia who had chosen her; but to Avicia’s mind, they had chosen each other.&nbsp; Or more aptly, they had been selected for each other by some great, vast, unknowable force of the universe.<br>&nbsp; <br>When Andrea turned Avicia’s question back to her, she was not surprised; but nor did she have nearly so vivid and entrancing story to tell.&nbsp; She smiled warmly into Andrea’s eyes, and her palm came to rest at the tall woman’s cheekbone, cradling it gently, fingertips resting lightly in the white-blonde hair.<br>&nbsp; <br>“I’ll tell you gladly, what there is of it to tell,” she said.&nbsp; “I was borne of an unlettered fisherman and his overburdened wife.&nbsp; We lived by the sea, and I never knew that we wanted for anything.&nbsp; There was always Papa’s catch to eat, and Mama’s bread along with it, and we never knew there were other foods in the world.&nbsp; I learned to ride, and to swim, and to dig for clams and crabs in the sand; and mother taught me to spin, and weave, and sew.”<br>&nbsp; <br>She shifted one foot, running her bare toes luxuriously along the smooth leather.&nbsp; “I was more child than woman when they married me off,” she said, without a trace of rancor.&nbsp; “So proud they were, so amazed at their own good luck, that they had given one of their children a life of such ease.&nbsp; They didn’t know that Lutholf wanted a wife as an emblem of his station in life and to give him children, not a companion or a friend, or even a lover.&nbsp; And certainly not a Bride,” she added, smiling.&nbsp; “But if they had, I doubt they would have cared.&nbsp; They were saving me from a lifetime of poverty and hard labor.&nbsp; I cannot fault them for doing for their daughter what they believed was best.&nbsp; And Lutholf was a good man.&nbsp; He was a generous man.”<br>&nbsp; <br>For a moment, Avicia paused, her brows furrowing slightly, and she lay her head on Andrea’s shoulder.&nbsp; What to say of Lutholf that would not damn the man to one who did not know him?&nbsp; She owed him, at the very least, fairness.&nbsp; She would not be here, tonight, were it not for the wealth he had left her with.<br>&nbsp; <br>“He was a man who believed that pleasure, in women, was of the devil; and that to lie with a woman was to befoul her,” she said finally.&nbsp; Her head still lay against Andrea, and she turned her head to kiss the long, slender neck gently.&nbsp; &nbsp;“The children I gave him were conceived in…”&nbsp; She paused, searching for the right word.&nbsp; “In efficiency,” she finished, “with no more contact than was absolutely necessary.&nbsp; I’ve known no other in all my life.&nbsp; My friends and my sisters used to speak in whispers and giggles of the joys of the bedchamber, and I thought them foolish.”&nbsp; A wry smile that lit Avicia’s face, and she turned her eyes towards the dancing light of the candles.&nbsp; “How I ever came to believe that there could be more between a man and a woman than Lutholf had taught me, I do not know.&nbsp; And between two such as you and I?”&nbsp; She laughed softly, and lowered her head just a few inches, till she was turning her face against the softness of Andrea’s breast, caressing the fullness with her cheek.&nbsp; “He must be ranting in his grave this very moment,” she said comfortably, and with amusement, as one would speak of a child in a tantrum..<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>For a few moments, Avicia rested her head against Andrea’s white, pillowed flesh, breathing deeply, letting the mounting excitement and arousal of the woman’s closeness fill her senses.&nbsp; A desire she had never dreamed of was writhing slowly inside of her, with a power greater than she had ever believed she could contain.&nbsp; A fire was growing deep in her loins; a hungry, voracious fire that curled itself tightly in her belly and sent tendrils of fire and ice through her thighs, her breasts, through the core of her.&nbsp; A fire that was named, Andrea.<br>&nbsp; <br>She sat up again suddenly, pulled herself back only far enough that she could look at her Bride, see her eyes.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; <br>“Who am I, in this moment?” she asked, and her voice was thick husky, trembling with need and with joy.&nbsp; “I am the woman I was always meant to be, living a life that I never had the courage to claim till this night.&nbsp; How do I feel, in this moment?&nbsp; I feel as though I’ve been newly born, and everything good that the world has to offer is mine, if I only reach for it.”<br>&nbsp; <br>Her hand came up slowly, neither tentative nor hesitant, but savouring this moment, this first touch of its kind; and her palm cupped her Bride’s breast, fingers stroking the red silk experimentally, thumb stroking delicately, seeking and finding the hard peak of her nipple under the fine gossamer.<br>&nbsp; <br>“And what I desire of my Bride,” she finished, her voice barely a whisper, “is everything.&nbsp; Your love, and all that goes with that: your tenderness, your joy, your ecstasy, your hardness, your softness, your playfulness, your command, your compliance.&nbsp; And for you to give me the greatest joy I can imagine, by accepting the same from me.”<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>She leaned in and kissed Andrea, fully and deeply.&nbsp; Avicia had chosen her Bride, and she would honor her with her spirit, her reverence, and her body; but most of all, with her love.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: 🎩 The One-Night Bride - Ruby Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wyatt</strong> on <strong>22-05-2017, 03:42:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6a/ONB_-_Wyatt_-_Andrea.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:&nbsp; Andrea Follete (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266077.msg13135651#msg13135651)</strong><br><br><strong>COURTESAN</strong><br><br><strong>Situation:</strong>&nbsp; Claimed by Avicia<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Avicia<br><br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> <em>Getting nekkid</em><br><br>Andrea’s eyes seem to light up at hearing of Avicia’s childhood, and she holds her Lady close when she lies her ear and cheek upon Andrea’s shoulder, stroking her hair in long and smooth and soothingly sweet caresses.&nbsp; Then Avicia returns to the moment and does so with the fire and wonder that she understands now,<br><br>“You are the woman whom that wondrous young girl was always meant to be, always wanted to be…” she replies softly, then loses her thoughts as her body responds to Avicia’s touch upon her breast, arching her back into the hand and teasing, pleasing thumb of her lover, “Ohhh…” escapes the softly whimpering gasp of delight and wonder from the statuesque blonde’s quivering lips.&nbsp; Avicia’s kiss causes Andrea to curl even more fully around her Lady, returning the depth and passion of the kiss, pressing Avicia back into the luxurious leather of the sofa, her right hand now gripping Avicia’s hair as the kiss grows deeper and more desperate, giving the woman who has claimed her everything that she is, while her left hand twists behind her own back and the red dress that fit her so perfectly is unzipped and slides down Andrea’s form as she moves.<br><br>The kiss breaks and Avcia’s hand now cups and kneads Andrea’s bare breast, her nipple turgid and taut under Avicia’s touch,<br><br>“I am your Bride, you will have my all,” she tells Avicia in a way that sounds like so much more than simply Andrea’s naked body, but it does meant that too, and so she moves with an almost feline grace, shedding her dress down over her torso and hips, then her thighs and calves, and finally it falls off from her ankles to the floor as Andrea presses kiss after kiss to Avicia’s lips, then tilting her head back with a tug upon her hair, the next kisses find the point of her chin and then the soft, creamy flesh of her throat, until even the incredibly agile Andrea cannot move and bend, cannot shed her garment and kiss Avicia in the moment.&nbsp; Rising up and up, Andrea’s naked form sensuously offers itself to Avicia’s eyes, her hands and her mouth, until at last she sits astride Avicia’s lap, her legs wantonly parted and spread wide for her Lady, as both of her hands now rest upon Avicia’s shoulders.<br><br>“Feast upon me, my Ladylove, too long you were deprived of all that you deserved…touch…taste the life you bring to a heated boil within my very flesh…” Andrea gasped, offering her own throat now to Avicia, “Mark me and claim your Bride for all to see…”<br><br>Of course at that moment only Avicia could see any mark left upon Andrea, but that was the point, for in that moment Andrea made it manifestly clear that Avicia was indeed, all the world to her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: 🎩 The One-Night Bride - Ruby Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trilby</strong> on <strong>23-05-2017, 17:24:51</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2f/AviciaB_zpscg0eysap.jpg)</div><br><br><strong>Name:&nbsp; Avicia (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266077.msg13173582#msg13173582)</strong><br><br><strong>CLIENT</strong><br><br><strong>Situation:</strong>&nbsp; Engaging everything<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Andrea<br><br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> <em>Does anyone who found their way here really need one?</em><br><br><br><hr><hr><br>The time and the need for thought or for reflection had passed.&nbsp; A physical hunger that she did not know, quite, how to fill, engulfed Avicia’s senses; and an impassioned fervor of need set every part of her aflame with a desire that she did not know, quite, how to relieve.&nbsp; When Andrea slid so seductively out of her dress, Avicia did not wonder at it, but accepted it as all of a part of this mysterious, unforeseen night.&nbsp; She took in the woman’s long body, shapely and strong, and ran her hands along Andrea’s sleek hips, her waist, her thighs and shoulders before returning to the marvelous beauty of her breasts.&nbsp; It was here, in the hard, extended peak of rosebud nipple that Avicia could see the truth, undeniable and unashamed, of Andrea’s own arousal, and that was a thing that Avicia had brought her to.&nbsp; First her hands cupped and circled the beautiful, silken mounds with their tips as hard as marble; then her mouth closed over her Bride’s flesh, unbelievably warm, unbelievably sweet.&nbsp; A moan, soft and low, escaped from her throat as Avicia explored with mouth and tongue and teeth; sometimes gently, sometimes not, all as she was led by Andrea’s eloquent body.<br>&nbsp; <br>Then Andrea shifted, straddling Avicia’s lap, and through a fog of desire, Avicia heard her speak.<br>&nbsp; <br>“Mark me and claim your Bride for all to see…”<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>It was never a thing that, before tonight, the widow would have ever dreamed of doing, or indeed had ever heard of doing; but here, in this moment and with this woman, it seemed but natural.&nbsp; Avicia reclaimed the breast that had been the focus of her attention, and she suckled there, exploring, nibbling, till the rosy flesh was dark and bruised.&nbsp; Then, more daring, she slid one hand up her Bride’s back, into the silken hair, and drew Andrea’s body to her own.&nbsp; Her mouth and her tongue found the slim, elegant curve of Andrea’s offered throat, and she tasted the soft flesh, lingering, savouring, before letting her teeth nip at the white skin.&nbsp; Gently at first, then less so, she bit into the pale column, and Avicia felt a hot, overpowering surge of pride and heat sweep through her.&nbsp; This woman, so elegant, so beautiful, so wise and knowing, desired her -- Her! -- so much that she was willing, even eager, to wear the marks of Avicia’s need on her exquisite, flawless flesh.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>Avicia's own body was trembling, shaking with want and with need, filled with a passion that she did not know how to sate.&nbsp; Her breath was coming fast, in gasps; her heart was racing.&nbsp; All she knew of the pleasures of the flesh were the things she had discovered for herself, alone in her bed night after night, and with those thoughts dimly in what remained of conscious thought, Avicia slid her hand down the smooth curve of Andrea’s belly towards her mons.&nbsp; With her other hand, she brought Andrea’s head down into a long, sensuous kiss; and then, whimpering softly with the urgent wanting, she guided Andrea’s fingers to the middle of Avicia's own back, where the slide of her zipper nestled in between the folds of heavy grey satin.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>"Please," she gasped softly against the soft lips of her Bride, her voice more a sob than speech.&nbsp; "Oh, please!"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: 🎩 The One-Night Bride - Ruby Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wyatt</strong> on <strong>24-05-2017, 17:45:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6a/ONB_-_Wyatt_-_Andrea.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:&nbsp; Andrea Follete (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266077.msg13135651#msg13135651)</strong><br><br><strong>COURTESAN</strong><br><br><strong>Situation:</strong>&nbsp; Claiming Avicia<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Avicia<br><br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> <em>Touching and tasting</em><br><br>As Avicia’s mouth began to claim the body that Andrea offered to her, the body of her Bride, Andrea’s hands gripped the golden blonde beauty’s shoulders, her fingers grasping at flesh, bone, things soft and hard, fingers pressing and kneading that flesh in a way that so perfectly matched the deep, throaty groans of delight and wanton need and desire that Avicia was drawing out of Andrea’s nearly breathless form.&nbsp; She shifted in natural ways, pressing her pert breast and taut, sensitive nipple more deeply into Avicia’s claiming mouth, just subtly, a way of telling her she belonged to Avicia, something she would tell her lover time and time again in so many different ways.<br><br>The first mark drew an almost primal growling purr from Andrea’s throat, the platinum blonde always having identified with the feline nature of cats and very much having such a nature of her own, back arching into the sensuous pleasure and tiny jolts of pressure and pain that Avicia blessed her flawless flesh with as she marked Andrea’s breast,<br><br>“So wanton, so strong…” she cooed out, then shivered in delight that went far beyond the physical when Avicia pulled her throat to Avicia’s plump and pretty lips and her hungry mouth set ravenously upon her Bride’s aquiline fragility there.&nbsp; No matter how strong and beautiful and powerful any creature might be, their throat was always a place of vulnerability, of danger to their very being to allow anyone near it, much less knowing that their teeth would be bared and that they hungered for her flesh.&nbsp; The mark on her breast was purely sexual in many ways, something that Avicia was discovering in herself, but as she marked Andrea’s throat, the willowy goddess melted completely, her claiming by Avicia now fulminate and forever.&nbsp; Avicia owned, possessed a piece of Andrea’s soul then and always would, with Andrea whispering in a tremulous, impassioned tone,<br><br>“You are defiling my flesh for your own wants, and ruining my taste for any other than you, my Lady, that is what your Bride desires always…and in all ways I want to be ruined by you…for you…”<br><br>The sudden release of her neck, which wasn’t truly sudden, but in the ecstatic euphoria that was ensconcing Andrea then even the slowest of movements had a suddenness to it, any change of sensation, and she felt so very many, made it seem so.&nbsp; Tasting Avicia’s lips against her own, Andrea’s head tilted just a bit to one side, each woman deepening the kiss, the taste and dance of their tongues, one against the other, Andrea’s mewling groan reverberating into the kiss such that her Lady could feel and savor it.<br><br>Avicia’s hand slid with sureness and skill down and across Andrea’s flat belly and neatly trimmed triangle of soft and lightly curled blonde hairs, and her Bride knew then that Avicia had chosen well, and been chosen with equal aplomb by Andrea.&nbsp; She was a Mother, Andrea had guessed and now knew, but though a man had seeded her womb on several occasions, the touch of her fingers to create pleasure, to give and receive that which was truly intimate, of that she only knew how to touch a woman, and as her fingers topped Andrea’s mons, the Courtesan and Bride shuddered and her hips bucked forward.&nbsp; It was a movement of both instinct and need, her mound, her clitoris, that delicious bundle of nerves, and the profusely wet velvet of her labia slipped suddenly and delectably along Avicia’s fingers and into the very open and full grasp of her entire hand.<br><br>The Bride peeled the zipper down with quiet ease, the place that Avicia had guided her hand to was what Andrea wanted more than anything, for the moment at least, then her hands moved back to Avicia’s shoulders and gripped there again, this time expressing her pleasures as her hips began to more consciously slip and grind against Avicia’s touch, against her fingertips and more, but also, this time, Andrea’s hands also unfurled and undressed the thick, soft satin from Avicia’s body.<br><br>Her lips teasingly touching Avicia’s as her Lover pleaded for more, Andrea, now fully claimed, was needful of claiming Avicia as hers, beginning with her Lady’s will and mind, which she could hear being offered to her in the deliciousness of the sobbing and needful plea,<br><br>“Please?&nbsp; Yes, you will know pleasures tonight that you did not know existed.&nbsp; Touch me…inside my body…explore me…as you explore who you are…” Andrea barely more than breathed the words, her lips dragging a silken kiss across Avicia’s lips and her chin, even as her hand to the left gripped Avicia’s hair and pulled and gripped tight, exposing Avicia’s throat to Andrea’s own claiming, suckling, ravenous bite, her marking of her Lady more powerful and with a&nbsp; sure dose of masculine desire mixed within her feminine touch and tasting of Avicia,<br><br>“Fuck me…make me yours…” she hissed after the first bite created a deep red and heated pink welt where Avicia’s neck and throat met her shoulder, then her mouth enveloped that place again, with an amorous sting to the beauty of her deepening and utterly possessive bite.<br>
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