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Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2016 12:32:25 GMT -8
He was bold, shameless, and in that age-old way that men and women knew when the other was attracted... he knew that he had the princess. She padded closer in only that towel that kept her decent, and it made his smirk turn into a smile that flashed his straight teeth, made his eyes just a little darker with a lust he felt warming low in his belly. He could smell the light fragrance she'd used on her skin, and he let his gaze drink her in for a moment.
"Caught me," he said to her, his voice a little quieter, a little deeper in response to the way her own sounded. His hazel eyes remained locked on hers, but when she moved to skirt around him, he casually put an arm out, blocking her way as his palm pressed against the opposite wall, the heat and the masculine scent of him now in the air with her own feminine smell.
"You don't have to go," he said to her, leaning closer -- closer. He was half naked, she was almost. Even his flesh was aware of her, prickles beneath his skin. And then his gaze did drop from her eyes to look at her lips, at a drop of water that was still on them, a drop that he could easily kiss away. "You could join me. I won't bite, unless that's something you like, princess."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2016 17:59:37 GMT -8
She looked at him, heat creeping into her cheeks at the way his gaze raked over her, at the sound of husk in his voice, at the darkening of his eye and the subtle whiff of Pheromone that quite probably drifted her way ever so invitingly. She felt heat flood elsewhere, and a pulsing feeling she couldn't quite identify. Her arm tightened against the towel as if the flimsy barrier would do anything but cause the valley between her breasts to deepen, which was unintentional but did happen.
"Join you for...?" she asked, genuinely confused, which would slap a blind man into seeing that he was in the presence of someone untouched, unsampled, bereft of the very thing he stared at her mouth for. What's worse is that she knew nothing of what mothers usually prepared their daughters for, for she was an unwanted child. She was truly ignorant of what was hidden beneath the pile of clothes he carried, and even more so of her quickening pulse.
She licked her lips and took a cautious step back, then a few more until the backs of her knees hit the rim of that tub. "Why would you bite me?" she continued, eyeing him warily, as the notion was very strange to her indeed. She nearly stumbled as she put the tub between the two of them, acting exactly as innocents are supposed to act.... Nervous.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2016 18:26:29 GMT -8
Damm.
Damn, damn, damn.
She was a virgin. He mixed her first question, too focused on her lips and her curves and the heat of her, but he caught on to her next. Not to mention, the way she moved now -- stumbling, putting distance between them -- it told him all he needed to know.
At first he was frustrated. And then, he looked at her, chuckled, and shook his head, running a hand over his face, then rubbing his palm over his jaw, his stubble scratching against his roughened palm.
"I wouldn't, princess," he told her, his voice half filled with laughter, half sincere in order to reassure her. He kept the clothes in his hand carefully in place, so he wouldn't frighten her any more.
He stepped away from the door so she would have a clear path to the exit, unhappy thoughts about fate in his head. "Go on down stairs and get some sleep."
He wasn't going to lay hands on a virgin. At least, that's what he told himself.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2016 18:53:17 GMT -8
Her eyes were wide as she hesitated, then moved toward him again, though she stopped within arm's length... "Why did you say it, then? Do people really bite other people? Why would they bite other people... And what are you doing to me?" She said without breathing or pause. Then her face flooded with red after realizing the last question she had blurted out. She face palmed, the movement causing the towel to shift lower just a fraction. "I'm not tired," she said then... Not anymore anyway.
"Stop calling me 'princess,' please?" she continued, peeking from behind her fingers. Then Terra moved to pass him, only to stop when right by him, looking up at him, a perplexed look on her face... He would probably catch a whiff of her own Pheromones, seeing as she probably wanted him (without knowing what that meant) as much as he wanted her. "Please tell me, I'm..." she sighed and looked down, her hand moving to grip her arm...
"I don't know what is happening, it's almost painful... But is it right to feel it and... Oh... I don't even know who you are!" She had such frustration in her voice. She made the mistake of reaching out to touch him, and he'd get the sensation of her desire... It'd knife through him. In turn, she pulled her hand away with a gasp and darted to the stairs.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 23, 2016 17:26:45 GMT -8
Christ, this woman needed to get away from him. He was trying to concentrate on anything else by this point, moving toward the bath, tossing his shirt and jerking onto the seat of a nearby chair as he braced a hand on the edge of the tub and leaned forward to check the temperature with his other hand. He shook his head, his dark hair swaying by his cheek bones.
"Sweetheart, I'm not the guy that should be giving you lessons on this." He stood and shook his hand of water, watching her -- still wrapped only in that towel -- coming closer to him. Way close. He could smell her. He could see how soft her skin was, how soft her lips were, how innocent and confused she was because he could also tell that she was getting hotter and softer for him.
His green eyes watched her face as she stumbled over her words, and then she reached out and laid a hand on his chest and he felt it, for sure. She wanted him, but had no idea what the sensation was. A virgin. But that didn't seem to stop his hand from reaching out, wrapping around her wrist, pulling her back against him.
One arm reached for her waist, muscles rippling beneath his skin and the other let go of her hand to cup her jaw and turn her face to his and then he was kissing her, against his better judgement. It was hot, and it was urgent, his lips coaxing hers apart so his tongue could slide inside and see if she tasted as sweet as she looked.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 23, 2016 18:36:33 GMT -8
She gasped as he jerked her to him, writhed for a moment as his mouth found hers and drank of her, and then she went limp. Oh gods, she thought... Oh my... She obviously had never been kissed before, either, but she seemed to pick it up pretty quickly. She mimicked him as soon as she understood, and somehow lost all train of thought other than... Oh gods... She pulled her mouth away, but not to force a stop, merely to speak... "My name is Terra and I'm no princess..." The words were breathy, and she lay her forehead onto his shoulder, not wanting to pull away now.. "Now you know my name." And then she looked up at him.
Terra was trembling, her eyes dark with that desire for the unknown. Her hands furled against his chest and she took another deep breath. Oh gods, what did he do to her? She felt weak in the knees, her belly was clenching, her head felt like it was spinning. Oh good gods.
She leaned in and shyly brushed her lips across his in such an innocent manner.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 26, 2016 22:03:51 GMT -8
He drank her, he possessed her, he dominated her mouth until he could feel her awakening and melting in his arms, responding to his kiss by kissing him back, by giving him more for him to devour. He felt a hunger building in his chest, making his arms tighten, making his pants swell between his thighs that was pressed against her towel-clad body.
She lifted her mouth away and spoke to him in a labored whisper, and he could taste how desperate she was for release on every syllable that spilled from her lips. "Terra," he whispered gruffly, and his gaze was like a tiger's -- fierce, wanting, predatorial.
She kissed him again, and his lips once more captured hers, his palms opening, sliding down her body to the round of her bottom and gripping her, picking her up so his arms flexed and rippled. "Put your legs around my waist," he murmured against her mouth, and then dipped his head to brush her neck with hot kisses meant to stir and tease and torture the nerve just beneath her silken skin there as he stepped and turned and pressed her back against the cold window that rain still pattered against.
He still had control. A margin of it. Some of it. He could still take a sample of the sweetness and leave her in tact. So he told himself.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 26, 2016 22:18:23 GMT -8
She did as he instructed, too lost in whatever was happening not to. She was his the moment his mouth claimed hers, his when she whispered her name to him, and his as his mouth found a spot that caused her to gasp and her head to press back against the window. Her body hummed to life, her hands moved to his strong shoulders and she whimpered a soft statement, "Please... it burns..." She couldn't be more clear for what she was asking. She whimpered and tugged the towel away because she couldn't deal with it anymore.
Then her nails scratched at his back in her desire and she breathily begged him not to leave her there, to do whatever it was that must happen to make the burning stop, to fulfill some hidden desire for the unknown. She was completely wanting for the man. She was his.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 26, 2016 22:42:39 GMT -8
Afterwards, when he could feel that at least some strength had returned to her, his heart was pounding and his need was high, but he knew he had to get away from her. He gently let her legs down and stepped away. His pants were still firmly in place, if strained, but his fingers were sweet from her.
He dipped and picked up the towel she'd dropped as she leaned against the windows and he drew it around her body. And then tugged her back into his arms, back against his chest against his better judgment and he kissed her -- slowly, thoroughly, savoring the after-taste of the cries that he'd coaxed from her mouth, that he could still feel trembling in her body.
"Now... sleep, Terra. I still need to bathe." There was sly amusement on his tone as his lips brushed against hers before his hands took a hold of her shoulders, turned her, and pressed her gently toward the door of the bathing room to go.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 26, 2016 23:09:43 GMT -8
Woah... Just... Her mind was in a fog, she was still shaking, knees still weak. She dazedly went to the pile of pillows and collapsed onto the lot of them. Terra wanted more... He was like a drug, and she was craving more. She fell into a deep slumber, thinking about him.
And then she woke with a cold sweat, and jerked a gown over her head, heading out and over the bridge to get access to the stream. She splashed water over her clammy face, taking some deep breaths.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 8, 2016 11:10:45 GMT -8
He bathed in frustration, he dried himself off in frustration, he re-clothed himself in frustration, and when he went back down to sleep, he saw that Terra was fast asleep as well -- so he went to bed in frustration. Not that he would have been able to do anymore, anyway.
She belonged to another man, or so he was paid to believe, but even more importantly... she was a virgin, and he didn't want the emotional attachment that would come from deflowering a virgin like her. She may not be a princess, but she was beautiful, magical, and locked away in a magnificent tower. She had everything but a crown.
His frustrated sleep made it so that when she woke from her nightmare, it woke him as well -- even though she hadn't screamed. He watched in the dim darkness of early morning how she stood and dressed and left the tower. He quietly did the same, keeping a stealthy pace behind her so she wouldn't notice.
He didn't approach until it seemed she'd quieted a little. "Bad dream?" he asked.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 8, 2016 12:02:48 GMT -8
"Yes." She turned to look at him, her intruder... The one who heated her blood and caused her to die a thousand tiny deaths the night before. She said no more, moving to pass but stopping next to him. She was silent for what seemed like a long time before finally saying something else, "I cannot leave." And then she started to walk toward the forest, knowing very well he would follow.
"I come from a place called Vessia... and they would burn me if they knew I lived." She was soft spoken, and didn't look at him. She led him a good mile or so to a crossroads, and stopped. She turned to him and looked into his eyes, before thrusting her hand back. Her hand smoked, just as it had in the dream, she lifted her smoldering fingers that now sported blisters, and said, "It only affects me. It was placed there to grant me Mercy should someone find out who or what I was and try to imprison me." She was shaking from the pain that had just been caused, but it had to be done.
She cradled the now injured hand to her chest, looking away from him and was silent once again, walking away from the scene and back toward the tower.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 8, 2016 14:58:30 GMT -8
A brow perked on Fetcher's face, and a little grin crossed his mouth. He could tell just by looking at her that she remembered -- remembered, and wanted. Nice to know that he still had his touch. Nicer to know that if he tried again, she'd probably let him. At the very least, he could coax her back to that place.
"You've already told me that, princess," he said to her with a chuckle, but as she walked, he followed. His sword was at his hip and his hand casually rested on it as he walked. She explained where she came from and both his brows rose with his expressive face. "Mm. I'm sure it's beautiful in the spring time."
Then she paused and began to burn her hand. He jumped for a moment, startled given there was nothing in the air but a crossroads he recognized and he leaped forward to grab her hand and pull it back before much more damage could be done. He wasn't about to just stand there and let her self-harm herself.
After he pressed her only mildly-injured hand to her chest, his hands grabbed her by the shoulders to prevent her from going anywhere. "Someone had to put that magical barrier there. Who?" His eyes searched hers, even as his mind reeled with his conscience. Why did he even care?
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Post by Deleted on Dec 8, 2016 15:25:31 GMT -8
"An old crone. Anid." And Anid had died. She didn't know that, but Anid was one who helped many with magical powers. She broke away from him, walked a few paces before whirling to face him again, "I don't know where she is or how to break the spell." He could tell probably that she was trying to avoid his touch, she knew that he knew she was burning for him in a different way. "Besides that, I wouldn't go to this... prince anyhow." She dropped her gaze to her hand, then moved over to where the river had continued to flow, kneeling down and sticking the offended appendage into the cool water.
After a long pause, she said to him, "I don't want him." She pulled her hand from the water and straightened her form, "I want..." She stopped herself from saying the word "you" and blatantly lied, "To be left alone." He would know that it was a lie. She was his, sure as bears pooped in the woods. She was damn well putting up a fight about it.
Terra watched him with hungry eyes (Cue Dirty Dancing ending), confirming that not only did she remember his touch, but she wanted more. Angry with herself, she moved to him, growling, and swatting at his chest in frustration.
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