brigid_fitch
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Shanti
"You - you performed.........well,"
Shanti stirred from her reverie. She could hardly believe what had happened, what was happening to her. She had drunk him in, greedily, when he came, moving against him, wanting more of him. Her plan had originally been to ingratiate herself to him--make him want her so badly that she could get him to drop his guard, allowing a chance for escape. But even as she tried to remember the fabric of her plan, it unraveled, lost its urgency. She couldn't think of past or future. Only now, here with Tallon, and the memory of what she had done so willingly.
But he had changed, too. In the short time they had been together, he had lowered the walls surrounding him and was actually allowing a glimpse of a part himself that even he had most likely forgotten. He was barely standing and seemed...lost, unsure of himself. And he wasn't bothering to hide it from her.
"I wish to know.....where did you learn your arts? How is it that a humble girl such as yourself, should know so much about pleasure. Are you a spy, sent by my enemies to weaken me?"
Shanti quickly rose, but was still concious of how swiftly his mood could change. At any moment, he could kill her...probably would, just to save face for showing such weakness to a slave. The precipice she had been treading all night was now almost a physical thing.
"My lord, you flatter me. I have only done what was commanded of me, the best I know how. I assure you, I am not a spy and if you are...affected... by my inadequate efforts, then I thank you most humbly for the compliment." She took him by the hand, led him to the luxurious sitting pillows arrayed on the floor and bade him sit. When he had done so, he let out a soft sigh of relief, and she again moved to her low bow before him. She lowered her head to the floor so that he wouldn't see her calculating her next move.
"You - you performed.........well,"
Shanti stirred from her reverie. She could hardly believe what had happened, what was happening to her. She had drunk him in, greedily, when he came, moving against him, wanting more of him. Her plan had originally been to ingratiate herself to him--make him want her so badly that she could get him to drop his guard, allowing a chance for escape. But even as she tried to remember the fabric of her plan, it unraveled, lost its urgency. She couldn't think of past or future. Only now, here with Tallon, and the memory of what she had done so willingly.
But he had changed, too. In the short time they had been together, he had lowered the walls surrounding him and was actually allowing a glimpse of a part himself that even he had most likely forgotten. He was barely standing and seemed...lost, unsure of himself. And he wasn't bothering to hide it from her.
"I wish to know.....where did you learn your arts? How is it that a humble girl such as yourself, should know so much about pleasure. Are you a spy, sent by my enemies to weaken me?"
Shanti quickly rose, but was still concious of how swiftly his mood could change. At any moment, he could kill her...probably would, just to save face for showing such weakness to a slave. The precipice she had been treading all night was now almost a physical thing.
"My lord, you flatter me. I have only done what was commanded of me, the best I know how. I assure you, I am not a spy and if you are...affected... by my inadequate efforts, then I thank you most humbly for the compliment." She took him by the hand, led him to the luxurious sitting pillows arrayed on the floor and bade him sit. When he had done so, he let out a soft sigh of relief, and she again moved to her low bow before him. She lowered her head to the floor so that he wouldn't see her calculating her next move.