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Post by Marie on Jun 5, 2009 17:20:18 GMT -5
He found himself smiling at her. Few ever saw that smile since it replaced his habitual frown.
"No, because I never sought to bed her. She's as a sister to me and her mother Queen Saella raised her daughters to know they'd marry men other than their blood kin. You are much more to my taste, Shahrizai. Are you cold? We could keep one another warm, if you'd let me."
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Jun 5, 2009 17:23:36 GMT -5
"My feet cold." Shah wiggled her toes. "See if they are to your taste." She glared at him seriously, challenging him to refuse her wishes.
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Post by Marie on Jun 5, 2009 17:35:02 GMT -5
He laughed and crouched beside her, taking one of her feet in his hands to remove her footwear.
"You have pretty feet, my lady. I'll rub them for you," Maekar said, suiting words to actions
His hands were large, strong and warm, the fingers bearing callus from weapons, but he was suprisingly gentle with her foot.
"Is it helping?"
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Jun 5, 2009 17:39:02 GMT -5
"Of course." She leans into the cushions and lets them absorb her weight. "They like getting kissed too, I'm fragile, like flower as you say." She enjoyed his hands for the moment, "Queen know you come to put your worship here?"
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Post by Marie on Jun 5, 2009 17:57:02 GMT -5
"I might have mentioned that I was coming," Maekar said vaguely.
He raised her foot to his mouth and kissed all five toes then set it gently down. He picked up the other one instead and began to rub it.
"You live in the lap of luxury, Shahrizai. If this is your tent I can only wonder how you live when you are not travelling."
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Jun 5, 2009 18:04:00 GMT -5
"This not luxury. But you there with my toes reminds me. I not want Queen angry at me for you seeing a woman since you are guard to her. Don't be shy, I wash my feet, unlike some." Her red polish on her nails glinted in the low light.
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Post by Marie on Jun 5, 2009 18:14:46 GMT -5
"My queen knows I have a man's needs and you are beautiful as well as our friend," he said. "She will not be angry with us."
He smiled at her, slow and seductive, then kissed first her toes and then the arch of her foot.
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Jun 5, 2009 18:16:46 GMT -5
"Very good." She said softly. "Now, what you want to do to me Maekar?"
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Post by Marie on Jun 5, 2009 18:30:41 GMT -5
"You shouldn't even need to ask that," he said, laughing. "But since you did...I want to lay down with you on those cushions and kiss your mouth until you're breathless and then take off those layers you're wearing and kiss you all over and then make love to you until you scream my name."
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Jun 5, 2009 18:35:14 GMT -5
"But I want to hear the perverse, for one who stops his sexual mind around his queen all day, you do have a satisfactory mastering of language." She grazed the side of his face with her hand, "If you beg well enough, I'll let you kiss me, and I might use my tongue."
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Post by Marie on Jun 5, 2009 19:07:16 GMT -5
He grinned at that.
"Only a fool would refuse to try. Well, my lady, I must humbly beg you to allow me to kiss you and to pleasure you in any manner you desire. I seek only to bring us both pleasure in the act of love and I will be yours to command tonight if you will but say yes."
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Jun 5, 2009 19:13:12 GMT -5
"Beg heathen, beg like you lost favour with your queen. You are not worthy to touch my lips yet you fool." She turned her head away from him and folded her arms. "There are hundreds of men who would do it, so you must be a good thing."
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Post by Marie on Jun 5, 2009 19:19:02 GMT -5
He looked at her in surprise.
"You judge a man's worthiness by how willing he is to grovel before you? That's not exactly manly of them."
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Jun 5, 2009 19:22:41 GMT -5
"Get out."
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Post by Marie on Jun 5, 2009 19:36:14 GMT -5
Maekar's eyes glowed with sudden anger. Bitch, he thought.
"I am not a toy to be picked up as you fancy, my lady," he said, coldly polite. I am a dragon and the dragon does not beg. I'll bid you good day."
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Hope you all are well and happy.