Dreams of the Night

AroraDestiny

Destiny Calls...
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She was no innocent maiden no...not even a noble woman widowed. She was not anything anymore to anyone. She was 26 and already her life was over it seemed. As a child she was beaten by her drunk father. Her whoring mother made the money telling her every day. "As soon as your body ripens you will make the money like me." She never wanted to do it but her mother had other ideas. When she was 13 a mere child her mother gave her to the highest bidder, 100 gold coins for her virginity. It was gone then too. At 22 she finally ran away.

The world is cruel in these days of war. Especially for a lone woman. She made her way into a lords kitchen working as a scullery maid. There she met a young soldier who promised her everything. She walked so blindly into that trap. He took her bodt many times. Then one day she learned he was to be knighted and married to a lady. He spit in her face calling her a whore. For a year now she has thought about taking her life. Who wants a life such as this.

But then she saw him... dark and foreboding. He was a noble with a fine upbrininging. A firstborn of the noble house of De Markeke. She told herself then and tells herself now that she will never have a chance. Even now as she sits peeling the very potatoes the lairds family will eat for sup. She cannot help but dream, dream that it is she up there dressed so fine. Flirting with the dark and handsome lord. No it will never be. She is not even allowed eye contact with him.
 
OOC- Sorry bout this forgot her description when I cut and pasted....

Arwena Branscomb
26 years old
5'6
average build,
green eyes,
reddish-brown hair

Usually dressed in a plain grey gown and white apron, tattered leather work boots, hair long to her waist braided. Work calloused hands. A closed thread for myself and a friend.
 
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He is very handsome indeed, standing at 6'2". His hair of midnight color, flowing down to his shoulders. His eyes dark, piercing into your soul as he searches for his answers. His facial features, strong and very handsome. His body, very well built and strong. Always out into battle when he is needed, he is always practicing his techiques with the knights... as well as learning magic... Magic that even the wizards do not understand where he got such powers... but noone knows of this dark art of his. His armor for the battle, is not normal armor that any knight would wear. Hard leather armor accidented by 2 skulls with horns upon the shoulders, hard leather pants accidented by 2 skulls with horns upon his knee. A tattoo running up his left arm, from his wrist to his shoulder. Everywhere he goes... he carries along his sword that seems to sing a forbidding song when he uses it. The sword never leaves his side.... Noone knows where he got this magical weapon from. When not in the battle field, he is usually dressed in soft black leather pants with a white lord's shirt that is open in the front, accidented with a cloak that keeps his form pretty well a secret.

He is up in his room, reading some books as he waits for the supper to be prepared... hungry striking at his stomach not sure how much longer he can wait for something to eat. He finishes what he was reading, places the book up and heads downstairs. The women try to flirt with him, he grins at them and teases them a bit. He is very sought by the women... he can have any woman he chooses but none of them are able to please him like he wants. He wants a woman who can be wild. He walks on past the women. The knights bow to him and salute him as he passes on by each of them. He comes to the kitchen, a dark grin twist upon his lips as he starts to enter it but the guards there stop him. "Sorry m'lord... but by orders of King Dracon himself... none shall pass through this door until everything is set up." He growls a bit. "I do not care about the orders of Dracon, I am Prince Rygar and I demand to be let through." The guards don't budge an inch. He shoves them out of them out of the way and makes his way into the kitchen and watches all the maids prepare everything. He finds something to snack on, grinning to himself thinking this is going to be a blast tonight... thinking who ever fixed this chicken is a wonderful chef.
 
"I do not care about the orders of Dracon, I am Prince Rygar and I demand to be let through." she glances up just as the prince pushes into the kitchens. He grabs a pan lid grabbing a morsel here and there from the covered dishes nearly ready for dinner. The guards look confused and flustered but they dare not harm the prince.

Arwena watches as he picks up a slice of her seasoned chicken breast. His face changes to one of pleasure and she smiles as he eats another piece. She knows this is quite possibly th only was she can make him happy. Her knife slips as she watches him since she wasnt paying attention and she cuts her finger. "ach...me finger..." She grabs a cloth up and wraps it but the blood stains it deep. A few tears excape the corners of her eyes.
 
"ach...me finger..." He hears Arwena cry out, he looks over to her as the cloth starts to fill up with blood. He rushes through the maids and moves to her. He takes ahold of her finger and looks at it, takes the cloth off of her finger. He reaches up with a finger and wipes her tears. "I cannot have one of my cooks be hurt now." He unwraps her finger and holds it tightly. "This will hurt and sting a bit but it will be good as new." He takes some herbs out, along with some kind of liquid... all of this is only a ruse so everyone things he is just a good healer.

He takes a fresh cloth, buts the liquid and herbs on it and wraps her finger up tightly... when he wraps her finger she can feel something go through her body, making her feel really weird as her finger heals. "Next time be careful. And I want to know who cooked this chicken?" His voice sounds angry, very angry, he is testing the maids to see who will speak out, even when he is angry.
 
Arwena

"I cannot have one of my cooks be hurt now." He unwraps her finger and holds it tightly. "This will hurt and sting a bit but it will be good as new." He takes some herbs out, along with some kind of liquid... all of this is only a ruse so everyone things he is just a good healer. She keeps her head down looking at his polished boots. One of her station must never look at royalty. His touch alone sends jolts of electricity through her body.

He takes a fresh cloth, buts the liquid and herbs on it and wraps her finger up tightly... when he wraps her finger she can feel something go through her body, making her feel really weird as her finger heals. "Next time be careful. And I want to know who cooked this chicken?" His voice sounds angry, very angry.

"I...I cooked the chicken..m'lord." the other servents look silently at the floor. "I..If it is not to your satisfaction I will make it better." She moves from her chair to kneel at his feet in a reverent position.
 
"I...I cooked the chicken..m'lord. I..If it is not to your satisfaction I will make it better." He makes her stand to her feet and he grabs ahold of her face and forces her to look at him. "When I am speaking to you master chef I expect you to look at me and not at the floor. Your food is the best I have tasted and you will become my chef to cook all my meals." He looks around at all the other maids and servents. "You all will show her respect and she will tell you how to prepare the meals from now on... if you don't like it then come to me."

He looks at her. "Your room shall be on the second floor and you will be paid 2 gold coins a day. Do not disappoint me... and by the way... Tell me your name now!" He reaches up and pushes some hair from his face.
 
He makes me stand on my feet and he grabs ahold of my face and forces me to look at him. "When I am speaking to you master chef I expect you to look at me and not at the floor. Your food is the best I have tasted and you will become my chef to cook all my meals." She looks but avoids his eyes. He looks around at all the other maids and servents. "You all will show her respect and she will tell you how to prepare the meals from now on... if you don't like it then come to me."

He looks at back at me. I feel a tremble move through my body. "Your room shall be on the second floor and you will be paid 2 gold coins a day. Do not disappoint me... and by the way... Tell me your name now!" He reaches up and pushes some hair from his face.

Stammering, all this is overwealming to her. "I... I" She looks uncertain. At his commanding gaze she replys. "I am called Arwena Branscomb majesty."
 
"I am called Arwena Branscomb majesty." A dark grin crossing his lips softly. "Ah... such a beautiful name indeed." He lets go of her face and rises to his full height and looks at all the maids and servents. "Get back to work, the sup needs to be done in the next hour!" He claps his hands for everyone to get back to work.

He watches Arwena for a moment, he cannot help but watch her with a strange kind of look, a feeling he feels in his heart about something, shakes it from his mind and steps back out of the kitchen, heading up to his room to get ready. Knowing Dracon doesn't want him to look like a poor person, thinking one day he will become the ruler of this place or make a place of his own.
 
"Ah... such a beautiful name indeed." He lets go of my face and rises to his full height, towering above me. A dark and handsome lord. "Get back to work, the sup needs to be done in the next hour!" He claps his hands for everyone to get back to work. She watches as he walks out. She is a bit overwealmed. Her entire salary added up to 5 gold per week and now it was 10 gold a week! With that money she could not only buy enough food and blankets but also a new dress and those leather hair ties she had always dreamed of. Maybe even lavender soap!

She hurrys everyone along and gets dinner into the hall with efficency. It is ready in only a half hour. She sets the plate of food before her lord and pours him his wine. "Will there be aught else m'lord?"
 
He is finished getting ready, dressed in the finest silk. His clothing very expensive, making him look very handsome. He comes down the stairs and seats himself at the other end of the long table. Looks to Arwena as she pours his wine. "Will there be aught else m'lord?" He hears her say. "No, just make sure our glasses are always filled up." his voice is soft yet deadly.

He waits for Dracon to seat himself before everyone starts to eat. Dracon is just a bit shorter than Rygar is. Dracon is very handsome and almost the same age as Rygar is... just a few years older. Dracon's build is a bit smaller than Rygar, he isn't a good sword fighter like Rygar but he has dark ablities, stronger than those of Rygar. Rygar enjoys the taste of the food and enjoys the meal, thinking it has never tasted so wonderful before. Every now and then he glances over to her to study her a moment.
 
"No, just make sure our glasses are always filled up." This said softly. She keeps her gaze down or on the table. She walks around filling the glasses. when they are finished she directs the servents to begin clearing the tables. She says very little but she seems excited.

She thinks of sleeping in a bed..a real feather matress bed... she cant wait to get the kitchen cleaned so she might bathe and lay down in her new bed.

As soon as she is able she goes down to the pool of water by the stream, she strips and carefully washes her tattered dress and apron, she lays them out to dry and gets into the water naked. The water soother her aching body. She cant believe her luck, now she has a room, a bed and double salary.
 
After eveyone is done eating, all the royals at the table head their seperate ways. Dracon gone off to take a lady for the night to his chambers. Rygar goes out to practice in the field with some of the knights. He is very good, noone has been able to defeat him yet in sword combat.

He trains for a while with the knights, to better his skills and to train them to be better. He is very hot and sweaty himself, he goes away from everyone and strips down, doesn't notice Aroraa in the stream, he jumps in butt naked and begins to swim around, he notices her and is a bit startled. "What are you doing here?" His voice sounding a bit irritated.
 
Arwena

"What are you doing here?" His voice sounding a bit irritated. His presence suprised her more then him. Her arms wrap around her breasts to hide them, shes glad it dark.

"I..I....came here to bathe. I only own one gown and it gets dirty...not that I am complaining. Tis a great honor to serve thee m'lord. I know most do not bathe this often but..but I feel I must."
She slides down in the water. Her eyes travel over his rugged handsome face,to his lips firm and yet kissable. His broad shoulders, a hard muscled chest. Down to his waist and below..the water hides. She is glad it is dark so he cannot see her blush.
 
"I..I....came here to bathe. I only own one gown and it gets dirty...not that I am complaining. Tis a great honor to serve thee m'lord. I know most do not bathe this often but..but I feel I must." He grins at her as she talks to him, moving over to where she is at, only inches away from her. He is able to see pretty well in the dark and is easily able to make her form out. "Arwena my dear... someone like you doesn't need to be out like this alone... who know what lurks out here this late."

He pulls her into his arms, holding her tightly against his body kissing her lustfully on the lips. She can feel his hardness growing and pushing against her leg as he holds her tightly into his musclar body. HIs lips and tongue wrestling with hers.
 
"Arwena my dear... someone like you doesn't need to be out like this alone... who know what lurks out here this late."

He pulls me into his arms, holding me tightly against his body kissing me lustfully on the lips. I can feel his hardness growing and pushing against my leg as he holds me tightly to his musclar chest. His mouth moves down to mine his lips and toungue commanding my response.

Its like a dream shes thought up in her own mind. She doesnt fool herself though. She knows they will never have the kind of love thats eternal, that will last. But this is enough for now. He feels her body become soft and inviting giving in to his passions, her moan softly echos through the night.
 
He picks her out of the water, holding her in his arms, still kissing her lustfully. He can tell she has a sexy body. He breaks the kiss, looking down at her and into her eyes, he makes it to the bank and lays her down onto the ground, still in the water he kneels down to her, spreading her legs apart. Her scent fills his nose as she spreads her lips apart and plunges his tongue into her sweet nectar, tasting what she has too offer. No other woman taste this wonderful.

He does this for a while, pulling himself away, moving up her body with kisses all over, his touch sending chills down her spine and making her body come alive with fire of passion. His lust turns to passion, knowing she is the most beautiful woman he has ever seen and wants to make her his.

"Arwena..." His voice dark with passion... "I want you so now and here... I don't care what anyone else things or what you think right now... I am going to take you..." She feels his hardness close to her entrance as he position himself, ready to take her away to heaven of pleasure.
 
Arwena

He picks me up out of the water easily, still kissing me with passion. Finally he breaks the kiss, looking down at me and into my passion filled eyes. He walks to the bank and lays me down on the soft moss. Still in the water he kneels down and spreads my legs apart. His mouth finds my center and I cry out with delight. My hands grasp the earth.

"Arwena.. I want you so now and here... I don't care what anyone else things or what you think right now... I am going to take you..." He positions himself over her, his tip at the entrance to the center of her being. She finds herself lost in his eyes. The moonlight shining down on them. The primal howl of a wolf far in the distance. His body tight and poised, her body aching for his needing him.

"Yes." It was all that needed to be said. They both know what it means.
 
"Yes." He hears her say softly as her words are carried on the wind, he positions himself better and starts to push his hardness into her sheathed. He kisses her passionately, she can taste her sweetness upon his lips. His tongue wrestles with her's once again. His hardness moving in and out of her slowly and gently. His touches are soft and gentle to her.

"From... now on...." His thrusting starts to pick up and become faster and faster, his hardness growing. "From... now... on... you will sleep with me... every night.... it is not... a request..." He thrust harder, getting close to his release soon.
 
His engorged manhood enters me completly, sliding into my moist hot sheath. My body moves with his, thrust for thrust,stroke for stroke. His lips decend in a hungry dance with mine. I can taste my sweetness in his mouth.

"From... now on.... from... now... on... you will sleep with me... every night.... it is not... a request..."

His thrusts become more demanding then. I can feel his tip inside me expanding, close to release.

"Yes your majesty."

She wonders if this is just another man who will use her. It is very likely this is so and yet, she wants this man for her own pleasure as well. Her hips move faster to match his pace. Her heart races as she closes her eyes, her world begining to explode into vibrant color. She had never had a lover like this. One who made her feel this complete.
 
"Yes your majesty." He hears her cry out softly. His thrusting continues to become vigirous. His breathing heavy, his heart racing, sweat rolling off of his body. The lust and pleasure has never been so great for him. He knows women want him but no woman has made him feel this way and he wants her to be his, her body to be owned as well, her heart belong to him.

"Oh.... my sweet... Rena" He moans out as he thrust harder and faster, his cum exploding into her body as he gives one final thrust deep inside of her and then holding her tightly as he spills his seeds deep inside of her body. His body shivers and jerks as his orgasm has never been this fullfilling.
 
Arwen

"Oh.... my sweet... Rena" He says as he gives a final thrust deep into my body taking me over the edge of passion as well. His nickname for me was causing my heart to beat fast with love. He had called me Rena.

We lay together there for a few moments before we slipped back into the cruel cold waters. Washing the sex from our bodies. I watched him as he came to me and helped me bathe. Setting my body on fire for his again. He must of felt it to. We dressed hurriedly, in silence just watching. He swept me up into his arms and carried me back to the castle. Up to his room and shut the door.
 
He walks over towards his bed, made out of the finest silks possible, the bed large enough to old 4 people. He lays her gently down onto it... pulling the covers up around her. He reaches to her clothing and pulls them off gently, before slipping into bed he removes his clothing and slides on into bed, wrapping his arms around her softly.

"I have a question for you.... I am asking you this and not commanding you.... How would you feel to become my mistress?" He reaches up and caresses her cheek softly, keeping her close to his hot body, his manhood still hard for her, her being so close to him turning him back on.
 
"I have a question for you.... I am asking you this and not commanding you.... How would you feel to become my mistress?" Flashes of what eventually happens to mistresses flash through my head. But I dont even care anymore. Rygar has already stolen my heart and I cannot turn back even if I wanted to.

"What would this mean exactly my lord?" I snuggles into him warmly my heart racing. He wants me to stay near him I know. If even for only a while.
 
"What would this mean exactly my lord?" He looks down at her and holds her tightly to him. "Well... you will be wearing a purple dress that you can see through to your body. Letting everyone see what is underneath of this. You will be followig me around, anywhere I go. Sleeping with me every night. You will be higher up than these pitiful peasants." He grins at her and caresses her body softly.

He sighs a bit as he looks down into her eyes, keeping her warm, safe, and protecting her in his arms. "I promise you... nothing shall harm you while you are with me... I want you to stay with me no matter what."
 
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