Christmas Masq

[AroraDestiny]

((OOC Note- This thread is for Alreania CGRaven and myself. Although if you have someone youd like to add pm me and let me know. More can be fun))


1542
London England

There was to be a Christmas masq ball at the royal palace of HenryVII. He was known for his lavish entertainments and balls and so it was a great honor for Arora's family to accept the invitation. Upon recieving it Arora sent for the tailors to fit herself and Alreania with the most glorious shining gowns. They would be the belles of this Masq Arora assured Ally. Since Alreania was her slave she fabricated a false identity for her. She would go as her country cousin. Which would also explain why she was not seen at court often. The two had done this a time or two before and nearly perfected it. Arora draws out the plans for the matching gowns. They would have gold corsets shot through with silver and beads of silver to lift thier breasts. The skirts would then flare out to accentuate their hips as was the style. The skirt would have three lush layers to prove her familys great wealth. A gold sheer layer for the top would be shorter in front and long to the floor in back the next layer would be a golden cloth to match the corsets down to about knee length and to finish the silver in the corset the rest of the front would be a shining silver cloth overlayed with a sheer silver. Arora turns, she is dressed only in her white night dress to allow for her mesurments. Her slave Alreania stands nearby in similar dress. Arora sees her brother leaning against the doorway half in shadow. "Get your own tailors mine are busy." she says playfully and sticks her toungue out at him.

 

[Alreania]

She is very excited about this upcoming dance that is held in a couple of weeks. She grins at Aroraa as she is being measured for her dress. She thinks this is the best dress Aroraa has came up with. She blushes when she sees Aroraa's brother in the door way, thinking he shouldn't see them like this. Her hair is long brownish color, her eyes are dark brown yet priecing into the soul. Her face delicate, sexy, soft looking, very young in appearance. Her lips are rose red looking, her nails and toe nails are done in a red looking color. Her arms, stomach, legs are all well toned up, very welt built. Her form is slightly bigger than Aroraa's, she does alot of trainning with swords. She is Aroraa's slave but also her protector.

After the tailors are finished with them, Alreania gets down from the stool, walking over to Aroraa and begins to tickle her. "I thought they would never finish with us. I am so excited about these dresses." She draps her arm around Aroraa's waist gently.

 

[AroraDestiny]

The tailors gather the yards of fabric and thier tools from the fitting room and begin to leave. There are at least half a dozen of them filing out. Thier reflections shimmer brilliantly in the very expensive gilded mirrors all around the room.

"I thought they would never finish with us. I am so excited about these dresses." Alreania says with a light giggle as the little vixen tickles me. Not that I mind at all. "Oh you are always impatient Ally. But I admit those dresses will be the envy of all at court. My dresses usually are." Aroras lips curl into a triumphant smile. She shakes the pins out that hold up her long chesnut hair. The light cathches the red highlights making her hair shimmer. It also seems to affect her lovely high and proud breasts wich shake with the effort of dispensing the pins.

"I say... are you still here brother? Peeping at two innocent girls what are you thinking?" she smiles secretly at Ally.

 

[cgraven]

Aroras

Aroras brother is older then her by about 5 years. Arora would be about 20 in the story making him 25. He often sneaks into the secret passage behind the fireplace in Arora's room to watch her and her slave make love. He would be pretty tall and well built. He is a knight crusader so he is an excellent swordsman. He is gone for months at a time. He more or less idolizes his sister for her beauty and the power of her presence.


Again I have returned home the long months of separation a chore. Fighting the Turk from our craft a dangerous business but not so foolish as those that man the castle keeps. Father says it is our duty to fight under the cross for the holy lands but I suspect the rich cargoes I bring home are more to his liking. Our family picked the right side in this war of "The Roses" here in "Merry old England", the winning side.

I had slipped through the hidden passage to Arora chambers. How I loved to watch her and Alreania pleasure each other. Ah, how shall we say it, a habit I picked up in the lands of the Turks. Now what was it Arora called her? Ah, Ally that was her pet name for Alreania. Yes such a sweet kitten, but with the claws of a tigress. Few have I seen that could handle a sword as well.

I watch as the tailors and seamstress fit their gowns for the Christmas Masque. Finally they are alone as I slip from behind the tapestry to lean against the mantel. I casually rest my tall lean frame there, dressed in mid-night blue velvet, my hose is tight, and doublet form fitting to the waist, and slippers of jet black. My costume belies the freedom of movement it gives me. I wonder if Arora knows that I idolizes for her beauty and the power of her presence. She at twenty, five years my junior, cuts quite a fine figure of a woman. Ah last If she where not my sister.

"You still here brother" Peeping at two innocent girls, what are you thinking?" she smiles secretly at Ally.

"Get your own tailors mine are busy." she says playfully and sticks her tongue out at me.

"I have no need of you tailors. Mine shall do quite nicely."

 

[AroraDestiny]

"I have no need of your tailors. Mine shall do quite nicely." Fitt says leaning against the mantle casually. He looks quite handsome in his midnight blue velvet and hose. Better then most men at court. Naturally he is a highly sought prize of many of her friends. When they buy her dress designs they always ask which of them her brother favors. All of them is usually her reply.

"I must agree you look dashing." she walks up to him and stands on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek. "Welcome home brother. You do realise we have main hallways in our estate. The servents get nervous when you use the secret passages." she grins at him and turns back to Alreania. "Excuse my brother he is rude, he forgets his manners after a crusade. I am loathe to remind the future lord of this estate manners but alas who else would?" she walks over to one of three chests he brought home.

"Father will be happy when he sees all this gold added to the coffers." she shuts the lid and looks in the other two. "Precious jewels and exotic jewelry. Very nice. Oh my are these silks from China?" She runs her fingers over the expenisive fabrics reverently. "These are hard to get...unless you buy them off the black market."

 

[Alreania]

She has always thought that Aroraa's brother was very handsome and well dress looking... but she has no taste in men, her taste belong to else wheres. She wonders why he came from the secret passage and not the hallway. It makes her nervous a bit, wondering if he has tried to watch Aroraa and herself. 'Nonsence' she thinks to herself. 'He maybe a warrior, but graceful he is not... I would have heard him in the passages ways.' She jolts out of her thinking for a moment when she hears Aroraa speak. "Excuse my brother he is rude, he forgets his manners after a crusade. I am loathe to remind the future lord of this estate manners but alas who else would?" Her voice is soft spoken yet very seductive. "I guess he would be lost if he didn't have you as a sister." She giggles softly and follows Aroraa to the chest.

She bends down, as the nightgown rides up on her a bit, a dagger of the finest quality is strapped to her thigh. She looks with Aroraa in each of the chest, touching the gold wondering why they always need so much. She goes with Aroraa to the last chest, opens it up. She gasp when she sees the silks. "These are hard to get...unless you buy them off the black market." She hears Aroraa say. "Mistress.... these are so soft... I have never felt anything of this quality before." She has about fallen in love with the silk.

 

[cgraven]

Dear sister your kiss is as sweet as honey wine. Arora you wound me so when you say;

"Excuse my brother he is rude, he forgets his manners after a crusade. I am loathe to remind the future lord of this estate manners but alas who else would?" I say in a playful imitation of her voice

Alreania my tigress your tooth is as sharp as your claws when you say, "I guess he would be lost if he didn't have you as a sister." But alas you are correct with out the vision of Arora I would have been lost many time on this last voyage.

I can not help but notices the well-turned cave and creamy thigh of Alreania as she stoops to see the treasure I bring. Arora's eyes glow as she beholds the silken treasures of Cathay, even her little tigress glows.

"Ladies mere bobbles I bring thy. A nothing of the riches I have seen."

"Now as the season of giving is rapidly upon us I have a little token for each of you".

I reach into the purse that hangs from my belt. First for Arora a single black pearl of exquisite beauty from the sea beyond Cathay. It hangs from a slider golden chain as I dangle it before Arora's eyes. I step behind her my body pressed to hers and fasten it around her neck. It nestles just above her heaving bosom.

"Now for you Alreania" I reach behind my back and draw forth a dagger of Saracen design. The weapon is slender yet deadly, the edge razor sharp, of the finest damascene steel. The sheath of finest Venetian gold encrusted with precious stones.

"My costume for the Masque shall be a surprise."

 

[AroraDestiny]

The warm baritone voice of my brother warms me as I listen to him mimic me. Its a game we always played at with one another. Even now I mimic his gestures in my barely acceptable chemise. I see he is watching my slave as she moves to admire the silk. I smile to myself thinking its to bad shes not into men.

"Ladies mere bobbles I bring thy. A nothing of the riches I have seen. Now as the season of giving is rapidly upon us I have a little token for each of you".

He reaches into the purse that hangs from his belt and pulls forth a single black pearl of exquisite beauty. It hangs from a slider golden chain. He moves in front of me with that sexy half smile the women at court swoon over and dangles the rare pearl. Then he steps behind me and presses the full length of his body against mine as he fastens the necklace. His fingers brush my neck lingering longer then would be aceptable. I can feel his hard bulge pressing against my thigh. He really has it bad for my slave I think, and hes hiding behind me.

"Now for you Alreania" he says and he reaches behind his back pulling out a dagger of Saracen design. The weapon is slender yet deadly, the edge razor sharp, of the finest damascene steel. The sheath of finest Venetian gold encrusted with precious stones. I know Alreania will like it. I watch her reaction as he hands it to her over my shoulder his body still pressed against mine. Still hiding something I am guessing feeling his bulge harden more so near to my heat. I was getting turned on by this how embarassing.

"My costume for the Masque shall be a surprise." I hear him say distantly but I can bearly pay attention. I manage to gather my thoughts a moment. "Oh come on tell me. I wont tell!"

 

[Alreania]

She giggles to herself as she watches her mistress and her brother joke around like they always have been for years. "Ladies mere bobbles I bring thy. A nothing of the riches I have seen. Now as the season of giving is rapidly upon us I have a little token for each of you". She hears Fitt say, wondering what he has brought for them, dying to know.


He reaches into the purse that hangs from his belt and pulls forth a single black pearl of exquisite beauty. It hangs from a slider golden chain. Her face lights up with happiness for Aroraa, knowing that is a wonderful present for her. She watches him attach it to her neck and loves where it hangs, wishing she could be where the necklace is at.

"Now for you Alreania" he says and he reaches behind his back pulling out a dagger of Saracen design. The weapon is slender yet deadly, the edge razor sharp, of the finest damascene steel. The sheath of finest Venetian gold encrusted with precious stones. Her eyes light up as she takes it gently from his hands. She unsheathes the dagger looking at the magnificent blade. She moves away from everyone and thrust with it for a moment, listening and feeling the blade. She lifts her chemise up a bit and ties the dagger around her other thigh and then sheathes it up.

She walks over to him, stands on her tippy toes a moment and kisses his cheek softly. "Thank you... it is wonderful." She smiles at him for a moment, wonering why he hides behind Aroraa for the moment, she shrugs.

"My costume for the Masque shall be a surprise." She is like Aroraa, wondering what he is going to wear, she grabs ahold of his arm. "Please tell us what it is going to be... please." She bats her eyelashes at him.

 

[cgraven]

I love Arora as a brother should and yet there is a part of me that sees her as maiden fair. Her nearness, the fresh bathed fragrance of her, the suppleness of her form all have a profound and unexpected affect on me. She stiffens and her breath catches just for an instance, yet she does not pull away. My pondering are broken by Alreania;

She walks over to me, stands on her tippy toes a moment and kisses my cheek softly. "Thank you... it is wonderful."

This is the first time she has approached me. Many the times I have watched them together. My mind whirling as I wish I could be one or the other as they made love.

My poor Arora only sees me as big brother, and that I am; yet she knows nothing of my past on the Ships that guard the Holy Land. Of how I sailed as a callow youth with Sir John De Bontemps, or of that first sea battle with the Saracens, or of how my childish illusions of gory in battle faded with the first man I killed. Three years the Turks held us till father ransomed be back. Three years as a slave, only Alreania would understand. Yet my mistress was not as kind as Arora. All this flashed through my mind in an instant. There was no trace or betrayal of it in my face or form.

"Oh come on tell me. I wont tell!" Arora teases.

"Please tell us what it is going to be... please." Alreania plies as she bats her eyelashes at me."Sweet Ladies I surrender, how can I resist your combined charms and pleadings?"

I sit in the window seat with bowed leg, as I watch them. "Now let me see?"

I tell of the tawny silken hose, the doublet of soft fox pelts, even of the ridiculous fox's tail I have had my toilers make. Of the simple mask in the Italian style that hides but does not conceal.

"So how you know my pretties"

"What do you think?"

 

[AroraDestiny]

A fox...

"You will surely give the ladies reason to chase you as a fox." Her laughter bubbles from deep within filling the room with its merriment. She walks over and seats herself beside him crossing her leg causing the chemise to ride up her leg and reveal smooth creamy lightly tanned skin.

This townhouse in london is only one of many homes thier family owns. They stay here during most of the holiday season. In spring they return to the manse by the ocean. Aroras tan is quite scandelous at court. He father has bought many powders and cremes to cover it, Arora simply refuses to cover it though much to her fathers dismay. But then she is his little princess. Her early days she was a very sick child. The kings own physicians had given up on her. When she was three and skinny as a rail her brother would sneak her out into the sunshine. He made her a wheelchair and walked her by the ocean. After that her recovery was miraculous and she can bearly stand to be away from the sea.

Her arms wrap around her brother lovingly. She knows little of his captivity since he always tells her tales of all the good things. Never the killing and harsh slavery of the world. "You must see these wings!" she gets up and picks up one of the set of two angel wings. They are made from a light bone frame overlayed with cream and gold. "We will be such the envy of this party." she spins around happily.

 

[Alreania]

"Sweet Ladies I surrender, how can I resist your combined charms and pleadings?" She hears him say and giggles a bit. "Surrender to us? Never." She watches him sit in the window seat with bowed leg. "Now let me see?" She hears him tell of the tawny silken hose, the doublet of soft fox pelts, even of the ridiculous fox's tail. Of the simple mask in the Italian style that hides but does not conceal. "So how you know my pretties.... What do you think?"

"You will surely give the ladies reason to chase you as a fox." She grins at Aroraa words and begins to laugh with her, thinking the samething she thought of. She sits down just belong Aroraa and lays her head down on her lap sighing softly to herself, thinking of how she was discovered. She was about 10 years old... half starved... half beaten up. Her old master was cruel to her, not giving her much food or anything. It was dead in the middle of winter one year... The master was dragging her around by the chain attached to her collar, she slipped up a couple of times and lost his temper with her, he beat her and beat her until she blacked out. She was left there to die... until one of Aroraa's servents found her laying in the blood covered snow. She was cleaned up and Aroraa bought her from her master. She sighs softly feeling Aroraa stroking her hair softly.

"You must see these wings!" She gets up when Aroraa goes over to get one of the wings, she smiles softly and thinks they both will look so wonerful together. She watches Aroraa's bother for a moment and then she rises to her feet and looks at Aroraa. "Mistress... is it ok if I may go out and get some fresh air... and to perhaps practice with one of the knights?" She always enjoys swordfighting with someone in the ranks. She has best a couple of their strongest warriors, because she is always underesimtated by all. She looks almost like Aroraa, except her frame is built and she is able to move gracefully, like a panther. She is fast and very deadly.

 

[cgraven]

"You will surely give the ladies reason to chase you as a fox” Alreania grins at me.

I dare not think what her life must have been like before coming into my sister’s service. I to have known the whims of a mistress, but never again.

Arora’s mood is light and gay as she sits and hugs her big brother. Her merriment always infectious fills the room and our hearts. Her chemise rides up her leg and reveals smooth creamy lightly tanned skin almost to the thigh. Feelings stir in me that are most un-brotherly. Yet I fight the urges.

Arora bounces from me to retrieve a set of her set of gossamer wings. "You must see these wings!"

Arora is bubbling over with delight as she snips and twirls like an angel in flight. Alreania glides to her mistress’s side.

"We will be such the envy of this party."

"Mistress... is it ok if I may go out and get some fresh air... and to perhaps practice with one of the knights?"

As seductive as I find Alreania I have seen this tigress iat play in the practice field. She is cunning and sly, graceful in movement, and Oh so very deadly in her skill. Only the best dare meet her blade and they are few. To be bested at arms is one thing, but to be bested at arms by this mere slip of a girl is quite another. They do not see the skill only the girl.

“Alreania I am bored.”

“Oh no not with you dearest sister but with this idleness of hearth and home.”

“ I to need some air.”

“Granted I am not much of a Sword’s Man, but I do have some skill with a blade or two.”

There is a wicked little grin upon my face.

 

[AroraDestiny]

"Mistress... is it ok if I may go out and get some fresh air... and to perhaps practice with one of the knights?" Ally says with longing. I know how she loves to fight. I myself have had some training but never really cared for heavy combat. But the fool who thinks I am a mere slip of a girl will love more then his life. Ally has made herself my protector though and I dont mind. I feel much safer.

“Alreania I am bored.” he grins as he says this. “Oh no not with you dearest sister but with this idleness of hearth and home. I to need some air. Granted I am not much of a Sword’s Man, but I do have some skill with a blade or two.” I watch as Alreania goes behind the screen to change into something appropriate.

"Go on you two. I have other things to attend to." I turn my attention towards the distant home by the ocean. It is there we will return after christmas. I sit back in the window bow and lean back against the side. Often these idle chats and polite partys bore me. I long for some excitment. Adventure. Ally is my only real fun companion. I have many friends. Most more intrested in home and family. I envy my brothers travels. I stare out the window at the distant forest. The forest.. I saw a stream there before. Im sure I can sneak out there alone. My protectors will be otherwise occupied. Alone... Its almost to good to be true.

 

[Alreania]

"Alreania I am bored.” he grins as he says this. “Oh no not with you dearest sister but with this idleness of hearth and home. I to need some air. Granted I am not much of a Sword’s Man, but I do have some skill with a blade or two.” She grins at him and softly speaks as she steps behind the curtain. "Bored are we? I don't think you shall be bored for much longer my dear.... you see... you will be too busy running for your money." She giggles.

After she is fininished, she steps out, her long dark hair is let down, flowing freely. Her eyes, sparkling softly, telling all she knows and of her life. Her lips forming into a smirk as she watches him. Knowing he will be distracted. Her red dress, forming to her body, molding every curve, every shape. Her breasts bearly held into place by the fabric. The hem of her skirts, ridding very high on her legs, letting everyone get a glimps of her panties, panties most women would not dare to wear. Her legs very musclar, tanned, sexy, and very deadly to those. Her legs cladded in high tight leather thigh boots. She grins at Aroraa as she holds her sword... Many not sure where she got it from, the design is an unique one that holds many mysterys... Only Aroraa knows where she got it from.

She twirls the sword a bit. "Mistress I hope I am not giving your poor brother a heart attack from what I am wearing and I hope he isn't too distracted either." She giggles a bit as a dark grin forms on her dark lips.

 

[cgraven]

The effects of costume are not wasted on me, as it is the most daring and fetching thing I have seen in “Merry Old England”.

"Go on you two. I have other things to attend to." Arora coos as she vacantly looks out the window deep in thought.

“Well Alreania shall you join me on the practice feel for a little light sport?”

I go to my chambers by a more conventional means. I garb myself in leather, a crimson doublet and black hose, with thigh high leather boots. It is the figure of a rouge I cut, a seafaring hawk. My sword is light and quick of Spanish design, not meant to hack and slash but to probe and find the weakness in my opponent’s armor, the chink sort to speak. I join Alreania on the practice field..

“Are you ready?” “En Guard”

So our first dance with cold steel begains. Our styles are as different as are weapons. Hers the classic medieval mine a newer breed. Yet it is a battle royal, with parry, thrust and repose. Her costume does little to hide the perfection of her legs and thighs. If not for the steel and perchance its’ deadly kiss I would have been mightily distracted. And so it went on for an hour or more, no rest or quarter given. Both spent now I smile.

“Alreania you put these pale lads to shame.”

“Shall we rest now and rejoin sweet Arora?”

 

[AroraDestiny]

“Well Alreania shall you join me on the practice feild for a little light sport?” I hear my brother say in that tone he always uses with women. I can bearly wait until they leave. I hurry to don my red gown with the gold belt, a long sleeved white chemise under that since its cool but a bit unseasonably warm today. With that I hurry out into the halls. I leave through the servents quarters so as not to be noticed.

It does not take me long to enter the woods. I walk a ways enjoying the crisp air. The song of the birds. The thrill..oh the thrill of being alone. As I sit by the stream dipping my feet into the water I begin to notice the forest has gotten silent. I wonder at the silence, then I remember my brother telling me. 'A silent forest is a deadly one sister. Dont mistake it for peace.' I rise slowly, careful to act normal. My hand goes to the walking staff I brought with me.

"What ave we ere boys? I sees a fine ladiee." One big man and two others step from behind thier cover. They are dressed in ragged clothes that may have once been fine. "Whiers yer escort pritty one?" one of the others says. Aroras hand tightens on her staff. "Do not come near I warn you!" They look to one another and begin to laugh advancing her. With a yell Arora climbs atop a rock and swings hard at her first assailant hitting him in the face, blood spurting from the corner of his mouth. "Aye shes a fiesty one boys.. Watch er stick eh." Arora manages another blow to the stomach on one and hits the back of the others knee. They finally grab her holding a dagger to her throat.

"Now wheres your manners my fine lassie." The leader steps forward and takes his dagger cutting her overdress free from her body in one swipe through the laces of her chemise. He picks up her skirt and rips it apart. His beady eyes look greedily to her breasts. easily seen through the thin chemise. "You two hold er while I go first." An evil grin spreads across his face.

 

[Alreania]

She stands on the battle field, warming herself up. She twirls the sword around a bit, stretching her muscles out, getting ready for Fitt. She is always expecting the unexpected. She smiles at him as he approaches her. “Are you ready?” “En Guard” She hears him cry out, her sword moves up quickly to deflect the first couple of blows, then she goes after him with her force. She is pretty fast and quick using a sword, but she lacks the strength a bit to really do damage, she knows how to wear someone out on the battle field.

“Alreania you put these pale lads to shame.” She grins at him as sweat rolls down her face, arms, legs. Her red dress sticks to her body, showing more outline of her body, her nipples peaking through the material, from being excited from the fight of the battle. “Shall we rest now and rejoin sweet Arora?” She nods to him, swings her sword over her shoulder and carries it. She hears Aroraa faintly scream out. "Mistress...?" A dread look sweeps over her face and she looks to Fitt. "She is in trouble." She takes off running towards the direction of her scream.

The get their and they both hear the 3 men talking. "Now wheres your manners my fine lassie." The leader steps forward and takes his dagger cutting her overdress free from her body in one swipe through the laces of her chemise. He picks up her skirt and rips it apart. His beady eyes look greedily to her breasts. easily seen through the thin chemise. "You two hold er while I go first." An evil grin spreads across his face. Alreania cannot take it and leaps out at the one trying to rape Aroraa. She knocks him off of her with lightning speed, fear striking her heart but she turns that fear into strength. She is able to remove the life out of the leader, she moves over to Aroraa standing over her as she watches Fitt take on the other 2 attackers.

 

[cgraven]

"Mistress...?"
Alreania and I both heard the plaintiff call carried on the wind. She was off in a flash and I quick on her heels. She was in the lead as we enter the woods, branches gripping, grasping, and tearing at my close as I rushed towards the sound of Arora’s scream.

Alreania was first on the scene and gutted the foul fiend that was over dearest Arora as neat as any fish munger. I faced the other two. My sword poised before me as a cruel smile twisted my lip.

Armed with quarter staves they spread out for their attack. My eyes shifting to follow their movements, the tip of my sword always in motion. The one to my right made the first move sweeping in low and fast. Pummel and fist brought him low to the ground as the one to the left went to strike. He was caught in mid swing his staff over his head, four inches of cold steel was his reward. The other now on his knees looked with cunning fear upon the scene.

“Please Mast…………..” where his last words in this world as I ran my bladed through his gullet. Let the Lord and the saints in heaven listen to his pleadings, not I.

I rush to Arora’s side and cradled her in my arms, as if she where a child, as tears of fear and joy ran down my cheeks.

“Arora are you all right?”

“Alreania guard us well.”

I sheathed my blade and gathered Arora into my arms like a babe as we returned to the manor house.

 

[AroraDestiny]

Alreania leaps out of nowhere at the one trying to rape me. She knocks him off of me with lightning speed. Her blade rips through the leader ending his life in a spray of warm blood. The blood drenching my chemise. Soaking it through, it sticks to my body like a second skin. She stands over me protectivly as I see my brother was hot on her heels, he crashes through the forest to face the others.

I have never seen him this way, a cruel smile twisting his handsome face. It causes my heart to beat faster. The one to his right made the first move sweeping in low and fast. The would-be attacker was brought down easily then the one to the left went to strike. He was caught in mid swing his staff over his head, four inches of cold steel was his reward. The other now on his knees looked with cunning fear upon the scene. “Please Mast…………..” where his last words Fitt ran his blade through his gullet.

He then rushes to my side and cradles me in his arms, as if I where still a little girl. Tears run down his cheeks. “Arora are you all right?” he asks me scooping me up into his arms. I trace a finger over his cheek, wiping the tears with my thumb gently. "I am alright. Its ok I can walk." He seems to ignore that as he carries me back through the woods.

“Alreania guard us well.” he says firmly. I know he will give me a talking to once we are back. I rub my sore arm gently. The man had dug his nails into my tender skin brusing it. Ahead the mansion lies. Up the steps and inside he carries me.

 

[Alreania]

The blood drips off of her sword as she stands protectively over Aroraa, nothing will stop her from keeping her mistress alive. The blood making her sick but her trainning keeps her focused. She have never seen him this way, a cruel smile twisting his handsome face. The one to his right made the first move sweeping in low and fast. The would-be attacker was brought down easily then the one to the left went to strike. He was caught in mid swing his staff over his head, four inches of cold steel was his reward. The other now on his knees looked with cunning fear upon the scene. “Please Mast…………..” where his last words Fitt ran his blade through his gullet.

She moves out of the way as Fitt moves over to sweep Aroraa into his arms. “Arora are you all right?” She listens to him say with a worried tone in his voice. She is very worried about her mistress and she won't leave her side like that again, she thinks she deserves a punishment for not being with her. “Alreania guard us well.” She nods to him as she reaches for his sword and unsheahtes it. She holds his sword in her right hand since it is heavier and then her sword in her left hand since it is lighter. She is able to use 2 swords at once... A hidden talent not many have seen.

She stays behind them, listening for anything out of the oridnary. She has good hearing and she stops every so often to listen to the wind that tell her if there is any danger. They finally see the manor up ahead and he has Fitt to pick up the pace a bit, she feels something is watching them in the forest, something not right. She doesn't stay up with them until they reach the manor and then she takes off running to catch up, making it to where they are at as they reach inside.

 

[cgraven]

There is a flurry of activity as the little party emerges from the woods. Sir John curses at the sight of Arora in my arms. The lads on the practice fields are shocked and dismayed.

“Sir John have the warden scour the woods.”…. “ There are knaves and rogues about, but three less of them now.”

I turn to Alreania our ever-watchful guardian. “If we had lads with half your skills in the Holy Lands Jerusalem would be ours again.”

The household was in turmoil as we entered the manor. My commands came quiet naturally to be as I directed the ladies to their tasks.

“Draw a hot bath for Mistress Arora in her chambers”….. “ Send a messenger to our father

that we may be delayed a day or so from attending the “Christmas Masque.”……

”Say nothing more.”…..” Alreania and I shall attend to Mistress Arora’s need and none other.”

No questions would I answer as we hurried to Arora’s chambers. I placed Arora in the widow seat where we had left her, wrapping her in a blanket, to think on the foolishness of her actions. There was no need for me to lecture her. The lesson had already been made.

Alreania was there wit swords in hand the eye of the tigress gleaming brightly.

“My sword Mistress Alreania.” ……” I believe Arora needs your tender attentions now.”

“Ladies unless there are some objections I shall take my leave of you now.”

My heart aches for Arora’s plight but a lust grows in me to see them at play again.

 

[AroraDestiny]

“Sir John have the warden scour the woods.”…. “ There are knaves and rogues about, but three less of them now.” My brother Fitt says passing one of the knights.

He turns to Alreania. She looks at me and I blush furiously. “If we had lads with half your skills in the Holy Lands Jerusalem would be ours again.” I can tell Ally is pleased by this.

“Draw a hot bath for Mistress Arora in her chambers”….. “ Send a messenger to our father that we may be delayed a day or so from attending the “Christmas Masque. ”Say nothing more.”…..” Alreania and I shall attend to Mistress Arora’s need and none other.”

My brother said no more as he placed me in the widow seat wrapping me in a blanket. I know he meant to make me think on the foolishness of my actions. It worked well I was ashamed of myself. I should never have gone out alone no matter how good I was with a staff. Alreania stands nearby me looking concerned,

“My sword Mistress Alreania. I believe Arora needs your tender attentions now.” he says with a low bow. Hes up to something I think, but what. No lecture is a change from the usual.

“Ladies unless there are some objections I shall take my leave of you now.” he says turning to leave. I watch him move, my body still on fire from the feeling of warm heat from his as he held me close. My heart beats faster as his eyes meet mine a moment. I open my mouth to tell him to stay then shut it. Hes your brother.. you cant do that with him. Its a sin to long for those lips to caress my own.

"I will be fine thank you.." my words are breathless with a tint of seduction. Does he notice the need in my voice? What would Ally think if she hears it?

 

[Alreania]

Even inside the manor, Alreania keeps ahold of the sword in a ready position. She hasn't realized yet they are in a safe area. Her blood still pumps the warrioress deep inside of her heart. Only when she knows Aroraa is safe in her arms is the only time she can relax. She listens to Fitt shout out orders and everyone obeying his every command, she thinks he is able to lead anyone into battle and come out the winner. He turns to Alreania. Ally looks at Aroraa as she blush furiously. “If we had lads with half your skills in the Holy Lands Jerusalem would be ours again.” She cannot help but start grinning up at him, she knows she is a good at swords... she has learnt to use 2 sword instead of one, which makes her deadly.

“Draw a hot bath for Mistress Arora in her chambers”….. “ Send a messenger to our father that we may be delayed a day or so from attending the “Christmas Masque. ”Say nothing more.”…..” Alreania and I shall attend to Mistress Arora’s need and none other.” Her eyes are upon Aroraa, still worried about her as the asend the stairs to her chambers. She watches him place her on the window seal as a blanket is wrapped around her. Ally curses herself for going out to practice with her brother... she thinks she won't leave Aroraa alone like this again.

“My sword Mistress Alreania. I believe Arora needs your tender attentions now.” he says with a low bow. She curties back to him a bit as she hands over his sword, she hangs her sword beside the place where she sleeps in Aroraa's bed for easy access in case of trouble.

“Ladies unless there are some objections I shall take my leave of you now.” She listens to him say, then she hears Aroraa's voice from the window seal. "I will be fine thank you.." She notices the tones in their voices, thinking they are getting too horney for each other, thinking they are brother and sister... When he steps out of the room she moves over to Aroraa, noticing the look in her eyes.

"Mistress.... he is your brother.... Your father would not like your actions towards him... but I understand.... he is handsome." She undoes the robe around Aroraa's body and slips her blood chemise off, the blood starting to drive her crazy, her fangs start to emerge from her mouth. She is very turned on by the battle and by the site of the blood, she pulls Aroraa into her arms. "Mistress.... I am so turned on... I need to feel your body to please you... to make love to you." She kisses Aroraa passionately on the lips, her hands caressing her entire body, her body molding into her body as the fire of passion bringing them together.

 

[cgraven]

“Ladies unless there are some objections I shall take my leave of you now.”

"I will be fine thank you." Arora’s words are breathless with a tint of seduction. Does she realize what forbidden fires they light within my tortured soul? I bow and withdraw from their presence to allow Mistress and slave to their loving consolations. No place for a man of my appetites here.

I hesd for my Chambers fighting the urge to once more enjoy the site of their nubile bodies at play and love. The urge is upon me yet I know it is wrong. Alreania only has eyes for Arora. If I was a calmly maid then maybe she would turn an eye to me, but no, there is no avenue there for me. Arora what of her, this woman child of such grace and beauty, who long ago captured my heart and soul? By fate my own sister there was no hope there either. Thank the heavens that after this Yule season I would be at sea again far from this unholy temptation.

I stop, I can fight it no longer, I must return to the secret place, to watch. Even if I can not join the women that I love. The only women I have truly loved. Both cut off from me by a curl tick of fate.