Descending the stairway

[dansemajik]

This thread takes place in either a very ancient time, or one in the very distant future. In my mind, they will be similar in nature. I guess for the sake of clarity, the time is in the very distant past.

The King had captured a young girl and held her captive in an ivory tower(no not rupunzel). He had come to gaze upon her beauty ever day of his life until he died. He had no son to take possession of her, so the door was opened and she was allowed to come and go as she pleased.

IC: At the time of the kings death, I was by my estimation in my 24th year. I had no memory of my parents, or my homeland. I only knew this room, that was beautiful in its own right. I had scrolls to read, and, and plenty of food to eat. I had a small pianoforte, and I somehow learned to play music, and read notes.

I missed the old king. He was kind, and gentle. He never touched me except to push a lock of hair out of my eyes. I knew his secrets. He told me all he had in his dark heart, and his lost soul. I owned them now. I smiled at the thought. The power I posessed. He had made a habit of leaving gold, or jewels behind when he left. I had amassed a fortune. I placed it all in a large lock box and went to the door to search for the dragon.

I had seen the dragon flying for days around and around rejoicing the kings death. I called to him, and he came, as he always did, and I asked him to relieve me of this tower.

He had come and flew me into the kings land, staying in a cottage with a small garden. I had to make up a name, since I never knew mine, so I began to call myself Grace Delano. I told people I was a soldiers widow.

I saw many soldiers in the roads, and the village seemed to be in turmoil. Who would be king? Was the cry. I smiled thinking, I could be king...I knew how to be king. But I was a woman, I had to find a man to teach to become king. I wondered if there were any men who were brave enough to do it.

I will begin my search... Who wants to be king?

 

[ariosto]

OOC:
I want to be King.
I am a haunted man, driven from my home by a past dark and violent. Once a soldier and a voyager to far lands I know many secrets of this world. Secrets of all kinds. I come to you in peasant's clothes for such I choose to wear now. You will find me young and handsome. I'm tall and wide of shoulder, my locks hang straight and raven black. I'm pale eyed eyed like a hawk. I walk with a swagger to hide a limp and you must peer close to see a strand of grey within my hair that gives truth to my years. I carry a legacy that says my seed shall plant itself within a new kingdom and all things then will be as they were in the Golden Age again.

My name is Aesin and I stand at your gate.

 

[dansemajik]

Grace

I chose to dress simply, as wearing the latest fashions would reveal about me more than I wish to reveal.

I am instructing my servant girl to go to market, she is some what dim witted and had to come back to ask again what I needed. I saw him standing by the gate.

I felt a wave of something coming from him. I narrowed my deep blue eyes, and pushed the auburn hair blown by the wind out of my face. I felt the gates close around my person, to protect me from whomever this stranger was.

I walked to the gate and asked if I could be of assistance. His eyes held the knowledge of someone ancient. I could see pain, and suffering etched in his face. It was almost an instinct for me to reach out and touch his cheek. I had to clasp my hands together to keep from touching him.

His eyes, glued to mine were like a galaxy in their own right. I thought I saw whorls of clouds, and stars, a moon or two. Then I blinked, and they were just the color of the sky.

"What may I do for you?" I asked him. Feeling something turning and growing in the pit of my stomach.

 

[ariosto]

"Water Lady.
I have a great thirst."

She tells him the servant is gone and he can draw the water himself from the well within the gate.

Aesin walks slowly across the yard taking in what he sees and searching for what is not seen.
The woman said her name was Grace Delano, she was very beautiful and he knew that she too was living on the edge of a secret past.

"Thank you...Grace" (for somehow he knew the familiarity would not be resented)

She watched his arms, spare in flesh but muscled like a tiger, draw up the bucket from the deep well. He offered it first to her but she said she was'nt thirsty, so he drank deeply. It was fresh and cool. In the sky a hawk chased a sparrow beneath the heavy clouds. The wind began to blow.

Grace's simple skirt and blouse lay close against her handsome form, Aesin stirred thinking how long it had been since he'd lain with a woman.

Drops of rain began to fall.

Are you hungry, she said.

"Yes, I'm very hungry."

They both smiled and he followed her into the humble cottage.

 

[dansemajik]

Grace

I watched him drink. He had a great thirst. He looked ragged, but he was clean. His black hair shone in the light of day, and he had no whiskers. He was powerful, I could tell from the bulging muscle under his cloak. He also looked thin, as though he had not had a decent meal in some time.

I invited him in for a bite. I felt some strange kinship to this man, not a brotherly type, but as though in some other life we were connected. He followed me in, and sat at the plain hewed table. I had prepared a meat stew earlier in the day, it was just ready to eat. I placed a trencher and spoon in front of him and three small loaves of bread. I also poured a tankard of cold cows milk for him. I was not yet ready for my meal, so I watched him eat.

I had only ever seen the King eat. The king ate like some wild animal, tearing his meat with his hands and teeth, and dropping bits of food around as he talked with his mouth full. When this man ate, he did so with grace. he was obviously hungry, but in no hurry. He chewed silently, and broke his bread over the platter it sat on, dipping it carefully in the broth before taking it to his mouth.

He looked up and caught me staring. I stared back, and something passed between us. It made me confused. I know that my brow was suddenly furrowed by it, my breath slowed, and I felt weak.

"Who are you?" I finally asked. My heart beating faster, and something strange happening between my legs.

 

[ariosto]

He looked at her for a very long moment.
His brow knit and his eyes seemed suddenly to lose all color. She put her fingers to her lips, drew back, heart pounding. She'd seen something...some movement in his eyes.

Then he laughed and she saw broad white teeth within a sun weathered face.

"Why Lady!" he said,
"Didn't you know?
"I'm the Man Who Would be King."

She could not meet his eyes.

Your food she asked, do you wish more?
"No Grace Delano, you have satisfied my appetite for food."

He looked at her now as a hawk eyes a hare. Again her heart pounded.

"Perhaps now you could satisfy my need for..."
He had risen from the table and now she saw a fey wolf, dark and menacing.

"...a bath"
"A bath would be lovely"

He closed his eyes and she saw that his rugged face was in fact, beautiful.

 

[dansemajik]

Grace

I felt the coils release from my heart. A bath. he wanted a bath.

I nodded as I called for hot water, and the tub. My yard man set the tub in the one room away from the kitchen, and began filling it.

I took some linens out of the cupboard, and placed them on the small shelf in the small room. I laid out some soap, and a brush.
I nodded to him, and then drew the curtain shut.

the fabric of the curtain was thin, so I could see his image as the lamp back lit him. He was thin, but his form was magnificent. His shoulders broad. His back was strong too. I heard him as he stepped into the bath.

I busied myself cleaning up the trencher, and putting the stew back over the flame.

I heard him call to me. I stood outside the curtain, and asked him what he needed.

He ordered me to come in. My head was still reeling with his statement earlier. He would be king. Had he read my mind? I had told no one of my plans. Those eyes of his, like a world within them, what did they see?

I drew the curtain aside and stepped into the room. He as standing water dripping from him. I saw all of him. His chest, scarred, but strong, his long legs, muscled and strong.

"I need some help with my back." he said to me handing me the
brush.

I raised my eyebrows....I had helped the king bathe on occassion, but it was like helping a father figure. this was no father figure.

I took the brush from him, and soaped it up. My hands began doing the chore automatically. One hand would stroke with the brush, the other would follow, skin against skin. I heard his quick in take of breath.

 

[ariosto]

Her touch was like the wings of white doves on his scarred back. Grace had fingers tipped with rounded nails... that he would like to put his lips to and suck.He wanted to feel them trace the long and ragged reminders of pain that laced across his broad shoulders and back.
There was a dim mirror hanging on the far wall, in it he could see her washing him. She had not sent the servant girl for this, she had come herself and she touched with the familiarity of one who has been intimate . His eyes glowed as he watched her, each movement seemed fated, each thing she did had been done a thousand times before.
She hesitates as she reaches his buttocks, tight and muscled, marbled by the soapy water.

"Yes." He says,
"There too Grace Delano."

Unless she can see through him to the mirror she is unaware that Aesins cock is swelling with each touch of the white dove's wing.

 

[dansemajik]

Grace

I falter as he indicates I am to wash his buttocks also. I have never touched this area of any person before. I am curious of the shape though. The old king had a flat ass, and his skin sagged down toward his legs. It was really rather disgusting. But this....this was high, and tight. I placed my hand on one cheek, full palm, and squeezed just a bit. I heard him suck in air.

I couldn't get a grip on what was happening to me as my hands soaped his skin. I felt like there was a monster coiled with in me, and it was getting wound tighter and tighter.

I resisted the urge to see what my lips would feel against his skin. I wanted to place my lips on the lash marks, and make him forget his pain, even if it was ancient. At that thought, I hurriedly finished my soaping. I handed him the brush, and began to walk out of the room, when he grabbed my arm.....

 

[ariosto]

"Wait"

Aesin stepped from the tub and stood before her. He was naked and glistened like wet copper.

His hand closed around hers, the dove within the hawk.

His eyes opened up to her and she could suddenly see every scar on his broad chest and hard flat abdomen, his thighs, his arms, and his beautiful ancient face.
She saw the scars within the scars and those behind them all.
She saw the knives, the swords, the cudgels, she felt the searing heat of irons and pincers, and the sharp nails and poisoned lips of a woman...
She drew back and gasped!

"Who was she?"
She asked this time.

He leaned his head forward, his lips grazing her flushed cheek and whispered...

"It is she that we will kill to gain the Kingdom."

Then she felt his tongue, hot and alive twisting into her ear as he crushed her against the rock hard wall of his body.

 

[dansemajik]

Grace

The galaxy that lived within his eyes spoke to me. Of pain, and betrayal, deciet, and a hatred that burned so bright, and so hot that I was sure nothing would quench the flame.

I saw her. Standing before me, her eyes full of venom and acid. she was more wicked than anything I had ever heard of. My dragon spoke of evil things, yet never had he spoken of one such as this. More than a witch. I wondered if my powers were to be of any measure to hers.

I pulled away from him. Afraid of what I was seeing, but knowing it was my destiny. His lips locked on mine, and he sucked me into his world. I careened down the spiral stairwell into the pit of his dark soul. His tongue dansing against mine, my pusles soaring.

I pushed light into his dark soul, of my own light, I gave to make his way brighter. I kissed him back, and felt like I was in flight. I drew him into my cool light, and wondered if he could stand the glare long enough to see what I was.

 

[ariosto]

Within their bodies slowly merging, the scalding light and dark abyss twist and turn in spiriling arabesques...
The white dove wings over the treetops, in the distance broods the castle of the king. High above the circling hawk sees the movement and plummets in a scything arc...

"You", he says.
No other word.

His sex grows with a force of it's own against her.
His scarred and sinewed arms surround her.
His tongue invades the sanctity of her sweet lips.

The hawk cries, his quarry dances faster with the tree tops, twisting, turning...

She feels his hardness against her soft fire.
She feels her breast pressing into his.
She holds his tongue enmeshed with her own.

The white dove flutters, turns and with her wings outspread enfolds the raging hawk.

"You", she says.
"At last."

 

[dansemajik]

Grace

As the dove turns to face the hawk...its claws outstretched, its beak open in its screech of victory, the dove begins to hover, singing her song. The web is being woven, the thread entwining in dark and light, bright and muted shades, it is a tapestry that tells the story of this one of light and this one of dark. One a prisoner in her high tower, one a prisoner of his own soul.

I never felt a mans hardness against me, but I knew that to go beyond this, we would have to mate. It was destined. To be strong against the forces that meant to topple all I had planned and suffered for. All that he had planned and been beaten for.

I took his hand and led him up the steps into my bedchamber. I drew the door closed and I locked the door. I slowly began untying the laces that kept my gown closed. I saw him watching me, his eyes dark and probing. I let my gown fall to the floor, my breasts, stomach and legs pale in the light. My long blonde hair, i released and let it fall down my back and over my shoulders. I stepped to him, pressing my flesh against his. My smoothness against his scar roughened skin.

"I am yours. Do what you will. I will abide by your wisdom...let us share this, and then let us share something greater"

His lips crashed down on mine, and he shoved me down onto the bed. I was amazed at his magnificence. I saw his body, and his manhood and I wanted to touch him....I did. My hand flat on his belly, and I lowered it until he was lying in my hands, hard, and smooth. like living marble....

I felt a shiver begin inside of me and felt it quake all thru my body.

 

[ariosto]

Aesin

"Touch me Grace Delano. Hold me in your hands and feel the blood surge. Use your fingers to trace the shape and texture of me. Measure me from tip to velvet sack, absorb my contours as if they were your own. For they are. This that you touch is yours in everyway. Just as your secret parts are mine."

Once again as Aesin spoke his eyes glowed and grew transparent. In them she saw the coupling of Hawk and Dove, in them she saw the coupling of herself and this dark scarred man.

He stretched his hard body out beside her so that her hands could continue to explore him.
He ran his own along her cream soft thighs, reveling again in the smooth flesh of this woman whom he had known forever.
Her mons was nearly hairless, the softest silken down a thin veil. He kisses it with his lips, tastes it with his tongue. His hands part her thighs and his fingers trace the hidden valley of her sex...

 

[dansemajik]

Grace

His words, the visions in his eyes all made me aware that this was something that I was going to have to do.

My hands fell on his chest, and I felt the criss crossed raised welts that covered most of his flesh. I wondered who had beaten him so...and why? The image of that witch once again entered my mind...and I said again to myself, but why?

My hands curled around his penis. I was amazed at the smooth hardness of it. It was like silk encased marble. As his hands found that juncture between my legs, I sighed.

I had never been with a man. I had watched the King fuck the whores he brought to my tower. But he had never touched me. He had wanted to, but he was afraid. I could see it in his eyes.

This that I was about to do with Aesin was destined. I leaned down and I put my lips on his penis. I kissed him there, lightly, then I opened my mouth and I took him in. I heard his sharp intake of breath. In my mind, I saw the dove and the hawk, falling thru the air while they mated. A union of light and dark strength. A union that would change lives forever.

 

[ariosto]

In the symmetry of eternal embrace it is neccessary that penetration and encirclement be simutaneous...

Her mouth is warm on him...he feels her lips move down his penis, her tongue caressing the swollen glans...her thighs are open, the petals of her lips are parted...his tongue slides between and tastes the sweet flesh...his fingers gently open her and his mouth embraces all of her sex...he moves himself within her like a snake.

When he feels her fingers touching him he touches in response the tiny hood above her gentle valley, coaxing out her precious pearl. Waves of heat brake within and he knows they are reaching a plateau that must be crossed.

With their mouths they will know each other but to BE each other will require more...

 

[dansemajik]

Grace

To fulfill the destiny, is all that matters. I could see in my mind a time at my birth, an old woman standing over me, examing the small mark at the back of my neck proclaiming me the chosen one. The age of three, taken from my village after the King heard of my birth. To hide me? To hold me captive so that my destiny would not come to fruition?

I knew what I had to sacrifice to Aesin. He was sent to me. As I was provided for him. We had to complete the circle for our powers to be realized.

I took him deeply into my mouth, and my instincts took over. As he let his lips and tongue investigate my vagina, my body revelled in the sensations. I pulled my mouth away from him, knowing that it had to be now.

I climbed up to him, and then I straddled him. I took his hands in mine, and he raised his head a bit and we kissed as I lowered my self on to him. MY hymen was still intact. He kissed me again, deeply, shoving his tongue into my mouth. He rolled us over, and
rose up a bit. He pushed hard, and I felt a brief tearing pain...then wonderful things began happening as he stroked me over and over again, He held me close to him as he fucked me
so that we were in close contact. I knew that what was happening was a miracle of some sort. I could still see the hawk and the dove falling thru space and time. I felt it before it actually happened. the tightening, the pressure...our breathing became louder, more shallow, I was moaning......oh, and he was
pleasing me to no end.

 

[ariosto]

Grace Delano's body was his home. Each rise and fold and curve within and without, were as familiar as his own heart.
As he pushed himself within her that first time, the searing instant of the breach was a quiet scream on his own lips. As he moved still deeper, the tunnel wrapped so tight around seemed to be his own flesh. He felt himself to be the opened one. He wondered if she sensed the staff inside her was hers as much as his. Aesin's cock went on until it could go no further and lay on hold within, a hot thick core that pulsed and hummed. He filled her center completely. The walls around him itched and burned with all consuming sensation....

On the edge they are joined at the brink of fates fulfilment. The gulf yawns before them full of the cries of echoing birds.

Aesin tenses every muscle. He slowly withdraws himself almost to her gate. Grace's fingers dig furrows in the rigid muscles of his back. She arches her pelvis to better recieve what is coming.
Their eyes are locked, spinning into imortality.

He feels the mighty surge coming up from the base of his soul, it rocks him with it's strength and power. It is coming, coming now.
With a cry he grips her hips with iron hands and drives in one stroke right to the heart. His cock is the vehicle for the white hot seed that erupts and fills every furrow in the garden. Again and again he surges into her, feeling not only his own but her blind ecstasy as well.

Deep down in the abyss a new bird rises, a great golden raptor with eyes that are full of destiny.

 

[dansemajik]

Grace

Bright and blinding it climbs forth from its prison in the deepest cavern. The golden dragon flies forth, and sends his lava like breath out, to light the way with flames. I am not afraid of this great beast, for I know, this beast is one that was forged from his seed, my egg. This beast belongs to us, in fact is us.

I feel my body quaking beneath his, the heat of him enveloping me. My eyes see the destiny that lies before us. We must fight for this thing that has always been ours.

My fingers unclench from his shoulders, I know I left more marks amoung the marks already there.

I smiled at him. I spoke then, "Aesin, I am yours." I moved my hips a bit and urged him to continue, this was a past time I wanted to explore a little deeper. Now that we had done what we were destined to do, we could relax and do what felt good to do.

I drew his face down to mine and I took his lips in mine. I sucked his lower lip into my mouth, and let my teeth, nibble at it lightly. Then I let my tongue slide into his mouth, and I felt him catch his breath. My legs came up and wrapped around his hips, as I moved my own hips in a way that created the most incredible sensations.

 

[ariosto]

Released from the terrible weight that had brought him here to this cottage, to this woman, even if for a few moments only was a joy aproaching ecstasy itself. Destinies promise had been fulfilled...

"Grace, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever known."

He kissed her deeply as he moved within her in rhythm to the soft demands of her hips and the pressure of her thighs.
He grazed on her breasts as a baby lamb might, nuzzling, licking, kissing, sucking.
He kissed her soft warm throat and neck, her eyes, her cheeks, her lips, and as he did their new joining became more heated, tremors and spasms shook them as the senses took over driving away all thought of anything save this.
He was within her, the piston driving into her body...He had a need such as he'd never felt before to release himself, HIMSELF this time into the chalice of this glorious woman.

 

[dansemajik]

Grace

OOC: Ariosto...thank you for your patience. Finally back up and running. Damned technology anyway....but I am loving the dsl now that it is in fine working order, I don't think I will ever go back...shall we resume?


IC: His loving was incredible. It was just Aesin, and I. No hawks, no doves, no golden dragons, no witches who wished death to the human race.

He stroked me, and I gave back to him. Together we created a music that was ancient and new at the same time, a song for us to listen to . The beating of our hearts, the sound of our skin occassionally slapping, and our breathing deep, and rough, the sweat dripping from us as we worked to bring each other over the edge of that great cliff, into the the oblivous space, to drown for a moment in waves that would swallow us hole and spit us back up, to land softly in each others arms.

I held on to him, my arms around his chest, my legs around his hips as he drove into me deeper and deeper.

 

[ariosto]

Senses...touch, taste, smell, sight, sound. All there, he is all of them...and that's all he is.

He is another skin on her skin, he joins her within and without. Fiery nodes of excited nerves center them on loins and breast and mouth. He moves inside her velvet bounds wondering at the tight hot contact that gives him chills each time he thrusts in and each time he pulls out. Her fingers cut in back and buttock, crushing him into her and he would if able follow his cock inside the woman Grace Delano.
What he can do is this, he can reduce himself to a dense warm milky charge growing with urgency and when it is unbearable release it into her center, bath her womb and vagina with it never pausing but stroking, stroking until he is drained into her completely.
His mouth is locked on hers tongues sinuously caressing, his hands cup and crush her firm sweet breasts, his hips rock and drive and generate the spark that ignites him, that sends the ultimate tremor, the mindless drop over the deep edge that consumes him in the fevered sensation of orgasm, that rolls and shalkes him and makes him cry out!

"GODDDDDDDDD!"
And it seems he will never, never stop....

 

[dansemajik]

Grace

The brutality of the coming was once again more than I ever thought I would have. I loved it. I crashed with him, and together we floated up and then as our breathing slowed, and our hearts began to beat into a slower rhythm, he rolled off of me, and I rolled toward him, putting my sweaty face upon his sweaty shoulder, inhaling the scent of Aesin, our sex, and our new beginnings.

"First we sleep my gentle warrior, and then tomorrow, we plan. My secrets and your secrets will bring down this black hearted witch that plagues our dreams."

I closed my eyes and drifted on dream clouds, not once catching a glimpse of the one who would destroy us, but feeling Aesin close by, along with our fledgling power, the golden dragon.

 

[ariosto]

While she slept Aesin rose and went to his kit. He reached inside and took from it a small leather pouch. Returning to the bedside he looked down at his sleeping lover who in dreams looked so like an innocent child. He sat on the bed next to her and took from the pouch a tiny ring. It seemed of gold at first but somehow
opalescent as though pearls were in it's mix as well.
He held it to his lips and kissed it, then leaned down and kissed the tip of her left breast. He held the sweet bud in his mouth for a moment and then placed the ring against it. Instantly and leaving no mark at all the small ring pierced the nipple and lay warmly against her skin.
Grace stirred gently and smiled...

In the pouch lay another ring, one that she would have to forge to him.

 

[dansemajik]

Grace

I felt his lips on my breast and then the slight stinging pressure, I smiled knowing that he had forged me as his own, that from this time on, our destiny was set and from this point on, there was no turning back.

I would forge Aesin in the morning, I would need the light to mark his skin with the markings that would protect him, at that time I would permanently place on his upper arms the bands that would become his strength.

I felt him lie beside me, pulling me closer to him and cupping my newly peirced breast in his hand, his breathing slowed, and he slept.