The Dark Castle (sexual fantasy role playing)

[N2jazz]

The moon rises slowly over the hills and valleys of Nirandia. Shadows from the Thornberry trees reach out, touching the darkness, piercing the night with a forboding evil presence. The sunlight is gone, and now is the time for unearthly beings to walk the earth. Your horse is weary, your dress soiled from miles of traveling, but still you trudge on through the impending darkness hoping to find some harbor from the night.

Clip, caclop, clip, caclop caclip!

Your horse stops suddenly nearly throwing you from the saddle. Fear flashes across your eyes, fear of the unknown, fear of something terrible lurking just out of the light. You knew it, you could feel it, and your trusty steed felt it as well. Just as suddenly as your horse had stopped, he bolts into the darkness, not knowing what is after the two of you, but knowing that you must escape. Looking back you can see glowing red eyes outlined in green, small at first, but then growing larger and larger, until you could swear that you could feel the breath of the beast on the nape of your neck. You spur the horse onwards, faster and faster, rounding the bend and seeing an abandoned castle not two-hundred yards away.

Determined to keep your life for at least one more night, you soar over the trails, your horse neighing and snorting, crossing over the small bridge that leads to the castle door. Your horse stops suddenly and rears up on its hind legs, throwing you to the soft earth below, and then running back across the bridge. Your ears strain through the dark listening for the horse's hoofs to clip clop across the bridge, but only moments after his hooves struck the rickety old wood, a shrieking monstrous howl split the silence of the night. The hooves were silenced. Scrambling to make it to the front door, thank God it opens immediately and you close it just in time to hear the beast laughing between gnashing bites..........


It is dark inside and has a musty smell. You can barely see around for your eyes have not yet become accustomed to the darkness. Stumbling over a small table and some brass trinkets, you fall to your knees and begin to sob. Who would have known that running away from that wedding would lead you here? Miles away, in the dark, with no way home, all alone.....alone....

"Who goes there?" My voice interrupts your sobbing and you sit perfectly still, fear once again overwhelms you and you are unable to speak.

"I say again, who goes there? friend or foe?" Fire engulfs a torch and illuminates the beautiful interior of the castle. Silk screens, enormous paintings, gold, silver and exotic jewels the likes of which no mortal has ever seen.

You slowly rise to your feet and raise your head, your green eyes flickering in the torchlight. Your mouth softly opens, your lips cracked and pained from your journey as you slowly say.....




OOC: Always had a medieval/fantasy fantasy, just wanted to see if anyone would be interested. 23M here. Let me know what you think!

 

[LadyChance]

May I?

IC:: Thank goddess the door opened, I didn't know where I was and at this point I didn't care as long as I was safe. Dropping to my knees I started crying, the last few miles had been so hard and my poor horse. What was out there and could it get me in here?
Suddenly a voice from above me askes me who I am, friend or foe? My legs shake as I stand up trying to straighten my now ragged dress, I am Katheryn my lord, thinking how shaky my voice sounds even to me. Raising my arm to block some of light from his torch, I am a friend I believe my lord. I am sorry for intruding on your peace but there is something out there, 'it ate my horse' and I was hoping to find safe shelter for the night if it is no inconvence to you my lord.
Shifting restlessly waiting for his answer, what if he sent me back out there? Where would I go, how would I live through the night? Please my lord don't make me go back out there, I have no where to go. Pleading him with my eyes, knowing that I was close to tears again.

OOC:: Katheryn has run away from a forced marriage, set up by her greedy father. Long, thick wavey blonde hair that reaches her waist. Bright green eyes, stands 5ft 6in tall has a very nicely curved figure. Is nineteen winters old, with a polite and kind attitude towards life.

[Edited by LadyChance on 08-22-2000 at 08:41 AM]

 

[dansemajik]

I struggle for the thin sword, tangled in my skirts. I hear again, "Who goes there? Friend or Foe?" I stand, on my weak, shaking legs. I try to hide the trembling of my hands, thus the stranger will not notice the panic that I am on the brim of.

I breath deeply through my nose, sure that if I opened my mouth to breathe, the gulps of air would make my position known. I see a large shadow on the wall coming down the stare case. The torch held high in the air. The footsteps are silent, Yet I can see the berth of this creature. I hold my sword steady at my side, as my father taught me so many years ago. I am very capable of using it, and quite adept.

I brush the strands of copper curls out of my eyes to better my view. My mouth pops open, like a flower on a sunny day. The lord of the manor is coming towards me. Is he beast, or is he man? He towers above my scant five feet, and would make three of me in breadth. I stumble backwards, silently cursing my skirt, and it entwines around my ankles. The man stares at me, not saying a word. He stand about 10 feet away from me. I can feel my stubborn chin stuck in the air, and my green eyes daring him to challenge me. I have never been very wise when it came to matters of pride.

He gazed at me with eyes as dark as the midnight sky. His black hair curled about his head as though it were a living thing. He laughed then, a deep rumbling laugh. I was irritated at this. He stopped laughing and told me to look at myself in the mirror. I turned where he was pointing. I stood all of five feet tall, slim, with my copper curls tumbling down the back of my silk over dress. I looked back at him, not sure what he was seeing that I wasn't. He stepped to me, and took my sword from me. "you won't be needing this. I will do you no harm." Then he took my hand, and led me to a room with soft pillows and cushions strewn upon the floor...

What happens next?

 

[N2jazz]

The torch flickers in the darkness..

Katheryn : I step forward slowly, my feet scuffling on the ground, the torch throws eerie shadows onto the wall, dancing as if they were daemons from the depths of hell. Once again my voice rips through the calmness of the evening. "Katheryn eh? I recognize your ring, you're of the Goodwin family are you not? I knew your father many moons ago, when I was just a young lad. I used to plow fields for a sixpence, but that one time, God give me the strength to continue, I plowed over 40 acres for your "noble" father, and when I was all done I went to him humbly requesting my pay for the week's work. He just scoffed and spit at me, saying that a peasant boy could never amount to anything...well maybe he was right..." I hang my head and it's unclear whether or not I am crying...memories too deep and too long ago to matter. "But that was a long time ago, I know that time sometimes changes men, I can only hope that he has changed for the better. I wish I had more pleasing conversation about your father, but alas I am at a loss. So what brings you here my love? A beautiful maiden on the darkest night of the year, and all the way out past the Forest of Darkness, nearly to the deadlands? I could think of less painful ways to do myself in than to be eaten by a viscerosaur....hmmmm why don't you come into the main chambers, warm yourself up abit, I'll get something for you to eat...




Dansemajik : The heavy wooden door closes behind me and I walk closer to you, backing you up against a wall. "Why do you run from me?" I ask.."I mean you no harm. I've given you a place to stay, shelter from the storms of the night and the viscerosaurs that are out hunting in the deadlands. You have nothing to worry about my love." You stumble over a pillow and fall backwards onto your bottom with a thud. "I'll go get us some refreshments, Don't go away now" I grin as I'm leaving, the kind of grin that makes you uneasy just to look at. *Don't go anywhere he says...I'm definitely not going back out there!!* You glance over at the door still faintly hearing scratching from the other side. Looking around the room you notice that all of the pillows are different. Every pillow has a visage of a fair maiden embroidered into the face. Some bright crimson silk with gold tassels, and other rather plain out of common fabrics. You begin to look at them more closely when the door opens and I appear once more. "Here you go love, I assumed crumbcake and tarts would be alright?" I set the silver tray down beside your knees and kneel on one knee in front of you. "So, what shall I call you my maiden? and what are you doing out so late at night with such a nasty sword under your dress?"

 

[dansemajik]

I find that words will not come. I am unerved by the tapestries. I have never been one who was short on words, nor have I ever been a coward, but on this night, I am sorely afraid.

My name sir is Samantha. "I was travelling from my sisters home back to my fathers and my horse got spooked in the forsest." I found myself standing again, not wanting to sit amounst the faces of lovely maidens. "The sword was given to me by my father, he has taught me to protect myself since I refuse to travel with a chaperone." If it had been the style back then, I would have thumped myself on the forehead with the heel of my hand and uttered 'duh'. Since it wasn't, I merely snapped my mouth shut, not believing how incredibly stupid I was.

I watched him set the platter of cakes down, and pour a small glass of brandy. Women were not supposed to partake of spirits, but I was raised by my father who thought that was a stupid rule. With no Mother to intervene, he raised me in the same way he would have raised a son. My sister had misgivings, but as my father said, "you live your own life Goldwyn, let Samantha live hers" I always thought that was a good philosophy.

I took the glass from him with a nod of thanks. I gulped it down, relishing the burning sensation as it passed to my stomach. I held my glass out for another. I was still unerved by the size of this man, and the scratching at the front door. He seemed to consider me for a moment before he poured the amber liquid into my glass. "What sort of creature are you Samantha? To travel alone, carry a sword and drink like a man?" I simply gave him my most derisive smile and said, "I am my fathers daughter."

His hand brushed mine as he handed me the glass. I sipped it this time, turning to look at the furnishings. The window was heavily draped, and the dark wood shone with the patina of age, and loving rubbing. "What place is this sir?" I asked to get the shivers of something that passed between us as our hands touched. He moved his hand away like he had been burned. His dark eyes were boring into mine. He was breathing deeply, He started walking toward me. I was frightened, but not that he was going to kill me. When he reached me, he reached out to touch my hair, marvelling at the silkiness as it slipped through his fingers. "such a color, like autumn, on your head." His huge hands brushed my cheeks, he leaned down to me, and I pulled back as he placed his lips on mine. I was astounded, and perplexed by the sensations rushing up to meet me. For a moment I was lost in that kiss, then I got a grip on my senses. I scrambled away from him. I know my eyes were the size of saucers. He just smiled and said, "Its ok Samantha, we have along time."

 

[LadyChance]

IC:: Katheryn

Hearing him say my family name makes my insides cringe with sickness. As I am urshered into the main room to warm up. Walking over towards the fire to place my hands above the fire feeling the warmth on my skin. The warmth doesn't reach my soul, as I stare at the flames before me. I am sorry for my fathers wrong doings, and I wish I could tell you he was a better man, but he is the reason I am out this night. I was being forced to marry a man with no soul, my father wanted the brides price he was offering. So I ran, that is how I stumbled upon your keep. Please Sir, I do not want to return to my father. If I may stay the night here, looking around the room, I will be gone in the morn never to grace your door again. Looks to this man pleading in a soft voice, hoping he will understand.

 

[Morgoth]

The shadow walks up to the heavy locked door. He knocks on it three times. The door opens and a man stands there. "Excuse me, I was wondering if you could spare a room for myself? I have been traveling for weeks without a single inn", he asked. "Come right in", came the reply. The figure stepped into the light only to be revealed as Lokken, the powerful warrior-mage that ruled as emperor of Taros and had even adventured with the legendary Roland Gilliad, Sith, Vixen, Mansard, and the others. "Thank you, good sir, I will reward you greatly", he said. Then, the man teleported to an upstairs bedroom. Lokken walked up to an empty room in the castle and threw his things down.

 

[dansemajik]

The scratching on the outer door stopped and suddenly there was loud pounding. This giant of a man, who still has not revealed who he is to me left the room with a look of irritation. I heard the door squeek, as he opened it, and then I heard some muffled words. I loathe to leave the room, not knowing what I would find in corners and shadows unknown.

So I waited.

 

[N2jazz]

You can stay as long as you like m'lday

Katheryn: "Ahh tis a story that is more common that not in these ages I must say...stay for awhile, have some wine and some cake. For as long as you'll stay, you'll remain my guest of honor. Anything that you wish for, you have but to ask...go ahead and see for yourself." You close your eyes with a timid smile, thinking long and hard about a wish. And suddenly you blurt out, "I want a unicorn!" It had been your heart's desire since you were 4 and your grandmother read you stories of the magnificent beasts. I smile cordially and lead you out of two enormous wooden doors onto a balcony. Overlooking the atrium, we have a beautiful view of a garden, a waterfall and river, even a fountain. And there underneath a big willow tree, lay a beautiful unicorn. "No mortal can possess one, but you can ride her, groom her, feed her, for as long as you'll stay."



Samantha : "So what do you wish for my love? We have here at the castle anything that your heart could desire." You gaze around the room at all of the pillows, and ask rather bluntly "Who are all of these women???" I cower away from you and change the subject quickly. "We have fields of berries out back if you would like to pick them...pools of crystal blue water if you care to bathe...it's your choice m'lady, you are my guest of honor...I do not receive many callers, especially since the castle has been run down for some time. People think it's haunted, that I'm a ...a beast" With that last word I throw my fist into several delicate vases on a nearby table sending them shattering to the floor. You shriek in terror, but calm down when you notice the tearssplashing against my chest..."I am truly sorry, I should not act as such." I will let you be Samantha, it was a pleasure meeting you and it is a pleasure having you for my guest. You can roam and stay anywhere you'd like in the castle, I'll be upstairs if you need anything, my room is the one with the purple doors. Goodnight m'lady and pleasant dreams"

 

[LadyChance]

IC::Katheryn

I look at the Unicorn and think how beautiful it is, turning to the man beside me I can feel there is something not right with this. I can never except suck a thing as a Unicorn my many thanks to you though, it will be beautiful to watch for as long as I stay. Softly touching his arm in my thanks. Looking around this beautiful room made me think about the way I must look, asking if I might use a powder room to clean up a bit.

 

[N2jazz]

Certainly my love..

The powder room is right this way." I lead you back inside and down a long corridor to the last door on the right. Opening it I slowly lead you inside, the room is made entirely of crushed crimson velvet and gold trim. Like a dream room, with a sweet smell of honeysuckle floating in the air. "Here you are m'lady...I pray you should find everything here to your liking. I've taken the liberty of drawing a hot bath for you, so if you'll give me your clothes I'll leave you to it..."

 

[LadyChance]

IC::Katheryn

Smiling my thanks to you, I turn around looking about me studing the interior of the room. It's very spacious and done with good taste. Running my hands softly over the velvet wondering, how many other hands had done the same thing. Turning slowly I feel the temp of the water in the tub and smile just the right temp, sliding my hands around to unzip the back of my dress, letting it drop to the floor at my feet. Stepping out of it I slowly begin to remove my matching corset and panties, not wanting to wait any longer I step into the tub. Closing my eyes as the waters cover my shapely body, letting out the smallest sign of pleasure beginning to relax. Not noticing you still standing in the doorway waiting on my clothing.

 

[dansemajik]

I curtsy deeply, with my head almost touching the ground. The way I was taught before my Nanny tired of my shenanigans, and left in search of more docile and stupid children to raise. I smiled as I walked toward him. I felt bad that he was feeling beastly. "Please kind sir, forgive me. I meant no ill feelings, I was merely surprised by your actions." I ventured nearer, taking in the ruggedly handsome face. I reached up and wiped a tear from his smoky eye. "I am grateful you have offered me shelter for the night. I think I will partake of the crystal waters. Are they by chance hot springs?" I mentally crossed my fingers(finger crossing has been around for centuries all ready). At his nod, I feel my self grinning. Then I remember, my clothing bundle was on the back of my horse. He must have read the thought in my face. "Come" He said, "I have a gown that will do you nicely after you bathe." He led me then up the staircase, I wondered where his other guest had gone. He opened a door that was painted the most beautiful color blue. Inside I was dazzled by the furnishings. All shades of blue. The rugs on the floor were deep sapphire blue. The hangings at the windows were watered silk the color of the sky. The tapestries on the walls were beautiful stories of love and loss. I caught my hand at my throat. "It is beautiful" Was all I could utter. He turned at the armoire, with a gown of lawn and silk in his hands. He smiled as he handed them to me, along with a drying cloth, and a dressing gown. "I will have my servants light the lamps outside so that you will have light." His eyes glittered with something I could not read, then he said, "enjoy your bath Samantha, don't venture beyond the gates, please, for your own safety." I was confused by his statement, but nodded my consent and my thanks.

I had been riding for two days, and I was in great need of a bath. I followed a homely servant girl out to the pool, I could see the steam rising from it. She bobbed a curtsy and handed me a jar of bathing oils, and a bar of jasmine scented soap. Then she helped me undo my laces in back. I didn't waste my time telling her that I always dressed myself, I had had a dresser for eons now. I hated someone fussing over me, when I was capable of doing it myself. Granted, when Father had a ball, I would allow Sally our house girl fuss over me. I just let her do what she thought she was supposed to. When she left, I waded into the pool. The warm water, caressing my calves. The rock was smooth so it was almost like a tub. I slid down, feeling the tension of the day draining out of me.

I ducked under the water and let the bubbles run through my hair. Oh, how good it felt. I found the soap on the side of the pool, and lathered up my hair. I was breathing in the scent of it, it was heady. I rinsed my hair, and started washing the grime of travel off of me. As I was rinsing, I felt someone watching me. I looked up towards the upstairs window, but I couldn't see anything. I shrugged it off. As I was lying in the warmth, getting all sleepy, I feel someone come near, I look up, and it was him. He was just staring at me. I covered up what I could, but well, I only had two hands. "I beg your parden sir, I am bathing." "yes" he said, "you certainly are." He dropped the gown he was wearing and stepped into the other side of the pool. "Now I am bathing also." He said.

 

[Savage Kitten]

occ: damnnnnnn AC.. didn't know ya had it in ya *wink*

icc: Jasmine drifts through the midnight air as a raven haired traveler lingers in the gardens outside the castle. Her journey has brought her far, and for what she has yet to find. A deep seated urge compells her. Her only companions are the animals of the wild. As stealth as a fleeting shadow she moves - leaving nothing more than a velvet kiss from a soft breeze.

Katalina pull the hood of her cape over her head as she watches the scene unfold before her through the candle lit windows. She dismisses the rustling of the bushes behind her.. for if she was in real danger her guardians would protect her.

OCC: Katalina is a young woman in her mid twenties. She has a gift of communication with animals. The animals feel her pain, her fear, her hunger, and her lust. She is a healer, even though she does not have the full knowledge.
Her journey has taken her through many lands. She has met many people but has yet found the reason, nor the end, to her journey. And thus, her story continues......

 

[N2jazz]

Katheryn

I have no choice but to stare at you relaxing underneath the water, watching every curve, every drop as you sink lower and lower. I could stand there forever watching such a beautiful sight, but I speak up out of courtesy "M'lady, I'll just take these clothes for you and have some clean ones waiting for you when you are done. Just ring this bell when you are ready and I'll return. I'll leave you to your bath." With that I turn to walk away, but feel a hand on my cloak. I look down and you are staring back up at me, half-smiling. "You said I could have anything I wish, well I wish for you to stay." I could not resist such a tempting offer...

 

[N2jazz]

Samantha

"Now I'm bathing also" A smile emerges across my lips as I sink into the water, fireflies and lanterns lighting the way all around, the reflections almost heavenly as they dance on the surface of the springs. "I do not make you uncomfortable do I? If so then I will leave right away, your wish remember?" I slowly halt my approach waiting for a reply from the beautiful water nymph with whom I am sharing this pool. I close my eyes for a moment and there is a splash. Opening them again I see that you have disappeared. Looking around I see no one and then, as suddenly as you disappeared, you come up right behind me covering my eyes with your hands. "Guess who??" I growl playfully..."Queen Guinevere??" nooooooo "Fair Maiden Aminea?" noooooo "Hmmm then it must be...SAMANTHA!" I spin around catching you giggle, your arms falling to my hips underneath the water..."So what is your wish m'lady?"

 

[N2jazz]

Katalina

"Who goes there??" I rise and storm over to the window in a rage, ready to slay the trespasser on sight. With a creak and a woosh I unhinge the windows, throwing them open only to find a dark haired maiden standing just a few feet away. "Be ye friend or foe? You must be a witch or else the viscerosaurs would have made quick work of you. Answer me now or else feel the wrath of my angered hand!" She just stands there, not afraid, not shaking, but plainly says..."I am the Lady Katalina and I was wondering if I could stay the night at your fine castle?" I squint one eye at you. knowing that something just isn't right, but I guide you around to the main doors anyway, opening them slowly to let you inside. "You can have run of this castle from top to bottom while you are here maiden Katalina, if you need anything I'll be upstairs in my room, the one with the purple doors. Please sleep well and have a pleasant evening." WIth that I unfurl my cloak and walk briskly up the steps...down the hall and into my room, wondering if you are going to follow me or spend some time exploring the castle.


OOC : Oh you have no idea what I'm capable of *wink* love ya hon!

 

[dansemajik]

What is my wish he asks me.

I gaze at him in the direct way that makes most people turn away. I am no stranger to the ways of men and women. I have watched animals couple my entire life. I see this man, this beautiful huge man. His arms look as though they could crush me. His chest is chiseled, like a statue of a god. It is covered with hair, that now has droplets of water in it. I resist the desire to lick the droplets off.

I see his hugeness, and I am enthralled by it. I yearn to touch him. I feel the tightening in my stomach, and the warmth between my legs. My breasts are floating on the water and my arousal is evident.

He reaches out to touch my breast and I don't stop him. I have to wonder what is going on? I feel strange. I want this man. But why?

I groan as he takes me in his arms and kisses me. He crushes my lips beneath his, and circles his tongue around my inner lips. I feel electrical currents running from my mouth to my stomach, the tightening again. Oh, Ifeel as though I am drowning in him. He raises his head and his eyes again search mine. For what? I don't know what he is looking for. I reach a trembling hand up and touch his face, trace his nose, eyes, lips with my fingers.

What do I wish for?

 

[Savage Kitten]

my oh my

OOC:.. well.. since you did not name your char.. I will name you for me hehe (I want my own YOU! hehe) The 'YOU' that aproached Katalina can be a totally different 'YOU' that is busy up stairs hehe

IC:

Katalina's deep blue eyes settle on the stranger warmly. She can tell he is unnerved, but accepts his hospitality.

'Thank You, kind Sir. I have traveled far and am quite dusty. I shall not disturb you or your other guests this nigh but rather request a warm hearth in which to bathe before.'

Micheal eyed her suspiciously, still wondering why his dogs did not warn him of her approach and exactly how long she had been in the gardens and why. So many questions unanswered he thought. Looking over his shoulder he caught her liquid blues eyes in his gaze... in an instant his heart was hers.

He shakes his head as if awakening from a dream, 'This way M'Lady. My Master, and Lord over this castle, would boil me alive if I denied you quarters.'

Katalina follows him quietly as he fetches a maid from her chambers and leads them to a small quaint room. Inside the hearth was already burning brightly and the maid begins her duty of drawing the bath, scenting it with lilac salts.

Micheal gently removes the heavy cloak from Katalina's shoulders. He inhales sharply as his hand brushes her long black silky tresses as they cascade from under the hood.

'Sit here, M'Lady', he says, directing her to the 4 post canopy bed dominating the room.

 

[N2jazz]

Samantha

I am enthralled by your beauty, staring at you and only you, everything else disappears for a moment. I reach out to touch you, my soft hands caressing your breasts atop the warm water. I slowly slide them around to the small of your back pulling you closer to me, my eyes lost in yours, deeply passionately. I grasp your trembling hand and kiss it gently, saying "You have nothing to be afriad of love, anything you wish is yours..." I can tell you are thinking of something to wish for by the look on your face. Ripples spring forth from your breasts and race across the water , your breath coming shorter and faster with each tender touch...

 

[Morgoth]

Lokken walks out of the room and walks to the dining hall. "Does this place have no food?" he asks himself. He quickly conjures up a feast and begins to gnaw on it.

 

[N2jazz]

Katalina

"I trust that these accomodations are suitable?" You nod slowly looking around the lavish room. Timidly I try to find a way to escape this awkward situation, but you find ways of keeping me around. "hand me that mirror" you would say or "oops I dropped my sash..." Before too long the bath was drawn and the scented waters swirling beneath a layer of bubbles. The maid leaves quickly bowing out of the large doors and I go to take my leave as well, but you call and ask one more favor..."Help me with my robe will you?" I swallow hard, and walk slowly over to you, slowly sliding the shoulders off of your robe, ccausing it to slink down around your hips. My face turns beet red with embarrassment when you turn around, fully exposing your breasts to me. I avert my eyes and try not to look, but you tenderly turn my cheek back towards you and say....

 

[dansemajik]

What kind of majik is this?

I think to myself. I feel as though I am being hypnotized by this man. His gaze holds mine with the strength of iron. I feel him pull he towards him, his huge hand nearly circling my waist. He raises my hand to his lips and I am confused my the sensations that rush up from that contact. I feel that strange tightening in my loins again, and pulsing at the juncture of my legs. I am afraid, but not of him. I am afraid of these feelings in me. I want something from him. I want to feel him love me. I want to feel him INSIDE of me. his hands tremble as they touch my breasts. I reach up and touch his nipples, placing my hands palms flat, feeling the coursness of his hair, and the pebble hard nipples nestled there. His muscles ripple at the touch. I am amazed by this reaction. I let my hands slide lower, until I bump into something under the water. I jerk my hand away, at first, then find some courage and grasp this living thing. This huge mass of manhood. Oh, it filled my hand up. I wanted it in me. I looked up at him, and our gazes locked again. I swallowed hard, not knowing how to say the words.

He smiled at me, and said, "So that is your wish?" I could only nod as my hand continued to caress his hard manhood.

 

[Morgoth]

Lokken felt a strange sensation in his skull. He stood up and walked outside. The ground was shaking for some strange reason!

 

[N2jazz]

Samantha

"Then we should go inside. It is getting late and we should move these games into a more private setting..." I help you out of the pool wrapping your slender figure in a silky soft robe, leading you back into the castle and down a long corridor to your chambers. An exquisite room, spared no expense, dripping with gold and velvet. I walk you over to the large soft bed and sit you down easily. Your breasts showing through the robe, my eyes glancing down at them and I become excited once again. My manhood rises underneath the black robe and your eyes grow large with anticipation...