Madrigal Dinner

I struggle in his arms, frantic to get away before I do something regrettable, my head swimming from the draught, my core melting even as he roughly shakes me.
"Please, please," looking into his eyes, blue but stormy like the sea,I plead for release-but what sweet torture are his strong arms and the scent of his heat.
 
Queen Ana

One look into the eyes of my sister and she knew.. she always knew. A trusting, loving smile on her face "It is an inherited trait sweet sister mine. Our needs must be filled. Dance tonight and worry about the future tomorrow, though it is safe in his care." She whispered, before she turned and left me as unexpectedly as she had shown up before me.
Left me smiling, filled with bliss. I had needed her consent, needed her approval and she had been there.. She had always been there for me and for that I loved her more than words could say. What would I ever do without her.
I had pleaded with Maximilian to let her remarry but he had brushed my pleads away with a mere gesture of his hand, making it very clear I should stop any further attempts.. for now.

The moment of truth.. I looked around the hall.. people were gone or occupied. I was unable to detect Thor and that could mean only two things..
With a deep breath I rose to my feet, and strode out of the hall.. nodding to everyone in my path.
I aimed to look tired, obviously on my way to my chambers. And although I had left previous dinners in the exact same way, I was convinced that the truth could not be hidden from my face.
There were no unusual responses to my departure so as soon as I reached the door I took a deep breath, I had succeeded so far. With my hand on the door knob I glanced around, no one in sight and then slipped in.
There he was.. my lord and my executioner, my pain and my medicine.. he looked up to me as I quietly pushed the door closed behind me, still slightly panting with fear and the excitement.
He seemed so at ease, posing in that chair with a goblet in his hand, his face gleaming with the heat of the fire.. or was it the wine.

My legs were trembling as I walked over.. he placed the goblet aside and my legs virtually collapsed causing me to fall to my knees in front of him.
As I looked up frightened and longingly, he leaned in, took my face between his tender hands and pressed his lips against mine..
 
Thor (the King's advisor)

Her hands were cold in mine as she fell to her knees in front of me. As our lips met, she was a vision of beauty as she looked up - trust shining from her lovely eyes. I stood, one of her hands in mine, and slid home the bolt on the door.

Turning, I slid my arms about her and pressed her close. No words were spoken - the unseen electricity fairly lept from one body to the other. I dipped my head and buried it in her hair. The faint scent of wood smoke mixed with others. I inhaled, deeply, to forever imprint her image on my brain. I cannot begin to describe the feelings rushing through my system.

"Ana, fair Ana. There is still time if you wish to go. I will not hold you against your will." I hoped, against hope, that she would not avail herself of my offer....
 
Queen Ana

I had made up my mind and not even he could change that, so I swallowed away my last hesitations and searched in his eyes.. those captivating bright blue eyes.
“Oh my sweet Thor” I whisper as he takes my hand and bring it to his lips “you cannot begin to imagine the moments I yearned for this. I have not felt passion like I feel it tonight, here.. with you.”

My lips brush his cheek as I continue “I have been a foolish girl, I have not been a woman until tonight, I know that now. Please believe when I say that I am willing to risk my kingdom and possibly my life over a night with you. Only one night is all I ask for.”

My other hand intertwines with his hair, stroking his neck.. his face
“But Thor..” I am somewhat startled by a thought. I suddenly realised that my foolishness also poses a danger to him. For I may not loose my head, he very well might, for his treason. Oh what selfishness not to have considered that until now..
My eyes turn to the ground “It is not only my position and my life at stake here. For maybe it is you who wishes to leave..”
 
Sir Alexi:

"Tell me, who was this potion ment for?" Alexi asked in a level voice as his grip loosened as not to hurt Elspeth, but yet, it was strong enough to keep her captive. As he had locked eyes with her, he had seen the roiling emotion within her. He could sence her body reacting to whatever magick had been left in the elixer even though he did not fully realize it. She was a frightened doe in his grasp, and as such their hidden scents spoke to one another. He only realized his sudden arousal when it became painfully constrained, and with her hightened sence of his calling pheromones, Elspeth's body redoubled upon its own arousal.
 
" That secret will die with me if it must,"my voice cool, but my body aching, it was a love draught, why this sudden weariness? I straighten in his arms and try to distance myself-the potion must be clouding my brain. Overwhelmed with my desire, I have to get away from this man. My resistance to him lowering, and my danger increasing. He could within all rights kill me now-with no explanation at all other than the bottle.
Speaking grows impossible and it's thrall upon me-the draught has robbed me of my facilities.
I am terrified the draught still held powers that I was never told-this attraction for this man, shaking my head to clear it, Why did I want him so?
What cruelty to send me to my death whilst desiring so, but my heart slows not. Must get away-cannot remain here. The world spins faster and takes my senses with it.
My escape attempt failing, I still feel his arms around me but the room grows dimmer.
Eyes roll upward and my body sags-if not for Sir Alexi I would be on the floor. Who could have wanted the sweet sister of the Queen to suffer this!
My terror increases tenfold as I realize that I am trapped, I hear him, but cannot move. Oh Brigit, twas it a poison?
On all that I love, please let me not have been a messenger of death. I pray that this was not the intention of the potion.
What herb can appear to take life yet render me awake within this stilled body? The herbs course through my blood , and with their journey the purpose becomes more clear. This draught was created to inspire passion then death like slumber-so that the person would be laid in state then released to lover's arms later
Sir Alexi lays me down, covers me with his cloak- chafing at my hands and face. My limbs still warm and supple, and he leans over me checking for signs of breath.He slaps my cheek hoping to illicit a response, his handprint burns my skin. The effects begin to diminish, as the potion was drunk at the edge of it's potency. Had I but waited a few moments before my rash swallows I would be running towrds the kitchen now. My heart calms and slowly my slumber abates. Then the potions final gift, I open my eyes and my mouth seeks his-hungry, and needy.
 
Thor (the King's advisor)

"Ana....Ana....I would crawl across coals for your smile. I would slay anyone who - by word or deed - offended you. The risk is here, fair one, but....."

Her lips brushing my neck caused me to become tongue-tied. I bent, scooped her up in my arms, and walked lightly toward the brocaded sofa. Kneeling I set her down and kissed her, her lips a promise of nirvana. My hands softly caressed her shoulders; my fingertips brushing her soft skin. Gently, slowly, my fingers slipped to Ana's back - and deftly began to undo the loops that held her gown. My lips left Ana's and brushed the hollow of her throat. Her pulse throbbed against my lips. As a little moan escaped her lips, I kissed the swell of first one, then the other breast.
 
Sir Alexi:

Elspeth's protests were blatent, flowing freely from her tongue as Alexi hung over her like a menecing cloud. She straightened in his grasp, seeming to try and attain an equal stance with him. Then, once again she tried to push him away and run. Her sweet scent filled his lungs against his knowledge. There were no malicious thoughts within him any longer, simply a roaring war between his dedication to his king and his own baser needs. How he ached... Dilligently he ignored the pain of his arousal and held her fast. Watching with hawk like eyes as she shook her head, he felt the urge to do so too, but he could not... He was mesmerized. Only when Elspeth's eyes turned upward and she collapsed limply against his front was Alexi shaken from his trance like state. Terror suddenly gripped him and it was all he could do to keep from calling out as he lowered her limp form to the cold filthy ground. "Girl..." He questioned, not wanting to accept what seemed to be her lifeless form. "Woman... Please... Please don't die!" He spoke, his voice taking on a tone of desperation. She continued to lay still, her eyes not moving, her breast not rising with lifes breath. He turned his face away as a tear found its way down his cheek, his hands fumbled at the clasp of his cloak as he undid it. Laying it over her as an imperfect shroud, he made to stand, but his body rebeled, he could not leave her side, not like this... His hand flew across her cheek, it was the last, desperate attempt of a man who saw no other options. And he imediately regreted it as his eyes locked on the red mark his palm had left. He jerked away, his hand, his offending hand pressed to his mouth as he looked down upon her.

She stirred! His eyes couldn't believe it at first, but then she stirred again. Her hands attempting to lift from the stoney ground... Then here eyes fixed upon him as his did upon hers. She was alive. He did not have the mind to question how, she was simply alive. He did not realize how alive she was until her hot, moist lips met his without warning. He was too shocked to fight her lustful embrace. He simply held her in his arms and let the kiss go on... Eventually his shock at her apparant resurection subsided, yet something within him would not let him break the kiss, instead, his hands began to explore this woman's body. One hand twining into her lush hair, the other slidding down her supple back.
 
OOC: Me again... WTF, I was sure I logged in this time... This is beyond aggrivating... Sorry all... I don't know what is up with this...
 
OCC poor ravenloft:p



Elspeth


I continued the kiss-grateful to taste him but also grateful that I was still living. The cold floor bothered me not as he once more took me in his arms and returned my heat with his own. Then barely breaking the kiss I mumured,

"Good Sir perchance we could retire to a more accomadating place-unless you still want to drag me before the King?"

I began to kiss him again-this time more slowly nibbling on his lips and then kissing him deeply.
 
I held the goblet, shaking, trying to seem world wise and strong. But he saw through me.
"It's quiet here, and we can just talk if you like. The way the king forbids you to marry you, it must be hard for you." He stepped behind me, close, so close i could smell him, feel his breath on me. Closing my eyes I almost cried out as he continued.
"But I would rather do more than talk." His hands roaming me, making free. Even through the heavy brocade I can feel his heat. Trembling I start to deny it, but it is truth. So long have I been lonesome. Too long since the touch of a man warmed me, thrilled me. Beneath me are the partiers, still dancing and laughing. Rando looks up, his eyes meeting mine. I blush, for he winks. He cannot see Prince Llywd, or hear his words, but again he knows.
"I would rather make love with you." Kissing at my ear, nibbling at it. I moan, leaning back against him. Almost in tears.
"Tonight." kissing again, licking gently.
"Now."
My nipples rock hard against my corset. His words, his touch, the wine, my need all force me. Spin me into his arms, clinging to him, seeking his mouth. Stepping back into the shadows of the balcony, into the shadows that have followed me for years. My body pressed against his. Feeling his need hard against me, moaning as I wrap my arms around him. Never havine felt such overwhelming heat and desire. Animal lust sweeping over me. Common sense gone as I give in.
 
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Rando the Ridiculous

Why, I do believe that was a blush I saw on the lovely Katherine's face! Quite becoming, actually. She should try it more often.

As she disappeared into the shadows, I downed the rest of my wine and glanced around the room. The party had finally started in earnest; drunken revelers were making fools of themselves from one end of the room to the other. Quite conspicuous in their absence... at least to anyone who wasn't in a drunken stupor... were the royals. They had scattered at the first opportunity, no doubt seeking more private entertainments.

Whistling quietly, I made my way through the chaos. I really didn't think my efforts were needed any more. Perhaps I could just slip away and wait for it all to die down.
 
Sir Alexi:

The moment they had kissed sealed their fate, binding them together as lovers, for Elspeth's lips were still coated with the distilation of her love potion. It was made potent anew by her sweet breath. Alexi lifted her in his arms, his mouth explored Elspeth's lips, her cheeks, her chin, finding its way down to her neck as he uneringly made his way to his bed chambers. In one fluid stride he nudged the door to his chambers open and gently laid Elspeth down upon his bed. His mouth would not be abated of its sudden gripping passion for this woman. He was already shedding her of her cloths, exposing her quaking stomach to his burning tongue. And while his mouth played sensuously against that which shielded her womb, his hands stripped what was left of her garments. Once she was bared he began upon himself, his leather vest and linen shirt fell away, revealing the thick hair along his chest and stomach. The soft brown hair of his chest brushed teasingly against Elspeth's uncovered sex as his mouth fluttered just below her belly button with no sign of stalling in his decent.
 
OOC: Well... God damn! Maybe I should just change my handle to Unregistered? *Smacking forehead*
 
:p OCC well ravenloft sorry that you are missing all the fun here-this unregistered is one hot tamale!!!



Elspeth
My skin rosy in the torchlight as I shamelessly help him remove his garments. His succulent kisses and whispers were driving me to distraction. The coverlet was so warm beneath me and my skin glowed with desire with every feather light touch.

Never before had I been bedded with such delicacy and desire-my wanton touches and bold tasting of his flesh would have startled me but now-no longer.

As he stood before me in naught but his breeches I curled at the base of the bed and stared at his body. One finger traced the line from collarbone to navel, whilst my mouth followed softly kissing behind.

" Before I bed thee I had best know the name that soon I hope to be screaming, and I pray to hear my name, Elspeth, moaned before the cock finishes crowing," I kissed to the waist of the breeches and began to unlace the ties.
 
Sir Alexi:

Alexi's lusting eyes took in the sight of Elspeth's heated femininity. His mouth plyed lustful waves of passion wantonly against her sex.

Lifting away as his aroused cock screamed for release from the constraints of his breeches, Alexi began to undo them with thick, desperate fingers, until Elspeth's wonderously delicate fingers ran along his chest, then her mouth, soothing his madening desire for her yet at the same time stoaking it on to higher heat.

Between her soothing kisses she spoke, inquiring his name. "Alexi." He breathed softly as he watched her kiss just above the fabric of his breeches. His stomach now quivered with the hunger for her touch. When she spoke her own name it sung within his ears, making its home in his heart. And there it would stay for the rest of his days. "Elspeth." He repeated, his voice charged with need as her slender fingers undid the laces of his breeches. His hands sunk into the curls of her hair and he caressed her against his quaking stomach as her hands shed him of his remaining cloths. He was now as bare as she.
 
The heady taste of his skin drove me, I licked his nipples, playing with them. First soft mouth, then tongue, then teeth-back an fd forth-I wanted to know all of him, Alexi, my Alexi.

Moving more slowly than I thought possible I used my mouth and hands to touch and stroke his every inch. Then having worked my way to his very core, the hardness that I so craved, I showered it with kisses. My lips softly engulphed the head, and my tongue danced upon the hot flesh, exploring the ridges and veins.

I raised myself slightly, all the better to watch his face as I devoured him. My mouth moving again, up and down and then deeper-until the rigid length was filling my throat. I pulled back then buried him again. Never before had I given this, before it had been an act of submission, now I gloried in the sweet torture I brought Alexi.
 
Llwyd

She spins like a dancer into my arms, lips at once warm against mine, her breasts pressed up against me. I twine my arms around her back just so, running my fingers through her hair as we kiss furiously, almost deliriously. She is very near sitting on me, her thigh rubbing against my hardness as our kisses grow more and more heated and I feel like a hunter who has just been sprung on by cornered quarry, or a traveler who has let a campfire get out of control and now stands helplessly before a forest fire. She was a force of nature, her passion surprised me.

And ignited me. Our bodies pressed so close together now that I can feel her chest move in time with her heavy breathing. I grind against her, press my crotch against her thigh letting her feel just how hard the thought of being with her was making me. Then before that goes too far we shift bodies almost without thinking: she wraps her thighs around mine and is sliding her crotch up and down my leg fiercely. It was as if we were fucking in spite of our clothes, but to someone who walked in on us we were only kissing. The wineglasses were kicked over, forgotten, of course.

The thought of my room occurred, but in that moment I knew it might already be too late. I can barely get a word in, between kisses and tongue. "So beautiful," I manage. "Be with me."
 
Katherine:
No words can come close to describing our passion, like two animals in heat. Warring and loving at each other. His hands twining into my hair, pulling it down around us, as a curtain, a shield from the outside world. Insides me, deep within a voice spioke to stop this before it went to far. But I did not heed it, only wanting him. Rubbing against him, close to cumming just by his kisses and his hardness through all our clothes.
"So beautiful,"He murmured into my ear. "Be with me." I pulled away, knowing I looked and was acting like the lowest born slut.
"Anywhere. I shall follow you and denounce you if you do not take me this night, and make me your own."
 
Queen Ana

My heart pounds.. adrenaline rushes through my veins. Very aware of this dawn of a new era, yet it all feels like a dream.
His lips are soft and loving yet I cannot help but feel the danger. An act of treason and with the man most feared throughout the kingdom. It is the thrill.. it is addictive, it is the sweetest of pains, so inviting.. so exciting.. so passionate..

As his warm lips mark my breasts, I moan.. I yearn.. my fingers search to remove the cloak from his shoulders. My fingers are trembling.. my lips searching for every part of naked skin they can find “Oh Thor.. sweet Thor” I whisper “make love to me” the words coming so easily since it seems it is all I have ever wanted..

My gown loosens and slides down, revealing my corset.. I then realise I cannot undress without his help since every morning I am being dressed by servants.. being undressed by servants as well.. He understands it all to well as his fingers are already loosening my corset. Biting my lip I aim to take the layers of cloths from his body.. feeling so clumsy as I loosen the knots..

My corset falls.. I hold my breath and blush for he is only the second man to see my naked breasts.. I shiver and gasp for air as his fingertips gently touch skin naked skin..
 
Sir Alexi:

Elspeth's mouth was such a sweet torture and Alexi was captive to it. She passionately kissed her way down his chest, her lips so sensuously moist and soft as they traveled his rugged flesh.

He moaned as Elspeth's lips tenderly caressed the head of his cock, his hips shook with need as her tongue danced about his pulsingly hard lenth. She explored him just as intimately as he had her.

Alexi's bright blue eyes expressed a dark and wanting need, his lips were parted and lusting breath poured from them as he wordlessly pleaded for more. The lusious warmth of Elspeth's mouth wrenched a deep growly moan from Alexi's heart as it began to speed within his chest. He felt as though he would be consumed, taken fully into her, where their souls could mingle for such a brief time... Alexi ran his fingers through Elspeth's hair and shifted his hips forward, his head lolling back, the intonations of his pleasure increasing as Elspeth continued administering her sweet torture.
 
His voice drove me further, I wanted so badly to drink his nectar, I listened as his breathing grew more shallow.

I thrust forward and slide him all the way into my throat, swirling my tongue as I go. Now I have him up to the cods and my warm hands reach to caress them. Weighing them gently in my hands as I slide back and forth coating you with my saliva.

The knob buries itself in my throat and my hands move to stroke the slippery shaft. Coaxing the release I crave.
 
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