Led_Astray
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Corbin stood, naked but unashamed as Nisa approached across the pool, aroused at the sight of her stong naked body but stricken at the sight of the wounds upon her head and torso. But he sat down again, slightly dissapointed when she stopped to wash. Then seeing her kneel at his feet, asking if she could heal him...
He could not fully remember the cicrumstances that had led him to be here, the lord of this castle, the owner of this pool. Nor could he remember what the battle he had fought was for, how he and Nisa had come to fight it apart, only surviving when they foudn each other. But the gore that was gradually being washed away by the flowing warm water, and the wounds upon both of their bodies, told their own tale. The battle had been hard, and was not yet won, but here, at least, there was a momtary peace.
He stood then, inadvetanlty bringing his manhood to the level of Nisa's face, and blushed as he realised this. He reached down and took her hand, drawing her to her feet.
"Do not come before me as a supplicant, Nisa... you are my equal, my counterpart, my love..." and without waiting for a response or a refusal, he pulled her to him, naked flesh against naked flesh, delighting in teh feel of her breasts against his broad chest and his rapidly hardening manhood against her stomach. He pressed his mouth against hers, tongue tracign gently along the line of her lips, gently seeking entrance and finding it. After what seemed like an age, he broke the kiss, and looked into her eyes, with both love and desire, and then he lean ito her again and gently kissed her temple, where a jagged cut was surrounded by an ugly bruise.
To his amazement, the skin where he had kissed it knitted before his eyes without even leaving a scar. A second gentle press of his lips and the bruise faded.
In amazement, Corbin traced his fingers over the smooth, perfectly healed skin. Then he took Nisa's hand and traced her fingers over the same area.
"It seems, my lady, that your lord would have us heal each other..." he finally said, in answer to her question.
He could not fully remember the cicrumstances that had led him to be here, the lord of this castle, the owner of this pool. Nor could he remember what the battle he had fought was for, how he and Nisa had come to fight it apart, only surviving when they foudn each other. But the gore that was gradually being washed away by the flowing warm water, and the wounds upon both of their bodies, told their own tale. The battle had been hard, and was not yet won, but here, at least, there was a momtary peace.
He stood then, inadvetanlty bringing his manhood to the level of Nisa's face, and blushed as he realised this. He reached down and took her hand, drawing her to her feet.
"Do not come before me as a supplicant, Nisa... you are my equal, my counterpart, my love..." and without waiting for a response or a refusal, he pulled her to him, naked flesh against naked flesh, delighting in teh feel of her breasts against his broad chest and his rapidly hardening manhood against her stomach. He pressed his mouth against hers, tongue tracign gently along the line of her lips, gently seeking entrance and finding it. After what seemed like an age, he broke the kiss, and looked into her eyes, with both love and desire, and then he lean ito her again and gently kissed her temple, where a jagged cut was surrounded by an ugly bruise.
To his amazement, the skin where he had kissed it knitted before his eyes without even leaving a scar. A second gentle press of his lips and the bruise faded.
In amazement, Corbin traced his fingers over the smooth, perfectly healed skin. Then he took Nisa's hand and traced her fingers over the same area.
"It seems, my lady, that your lord would have us heal each other..." he finally said, in answer to her question.