The Noble Court

[Dark Warrior]

For the first time in the known history of the land of Phalann, peace reigned, and the entire continent was ruled by one man alone, King Rickard of the house of Quendor. But for a few ill-equipped bandits who were easily put to flight, the people of Phalann faced no danger.
As far as is known, humans are the only race that lives in this peaceful kingdom, though stories tell of ancient explorers who travelled across the seas and encountered many strange things in far-away lands.
Our story takes place in the land of Phalann, and focuses in particular on the People of the Court, the wealthy Lords and Ladies of the Kingdom, both of the house of Quendor and of others. Phalann is fairly similar to your typical medieval kingdom, ranging from the chivalrous (knights are fairly common-place) to the down-right lowly (I'm sure we can all picture what it must have been like to be a peasant in such times). Technology-wise, there isn't alot. Definately no gunpowder weapons; the most common weapons and the weapon of choice for most would be the sword. Advanced seige weapons like trebuchets are probably around, though I doubt that'll come into play, but you never know. And as for magic: it is around, in the form of a rare, inborn power. Due to its rareity, and the natural human instinct to shun anything that is different, magic-users who do not learn to control/hide their powers often become outcasts, possibly even victims of attacks (Though the more powerful mages would not have this risk, as the normal folk are too scared of their power to do such things).

Of course, for all its peace, the Noble Court is the home of some of the ever-present nobles who have only one person in their thoughts: themselves. Be it by backstabbing, cheating, or stealing, many of these Nobles will strive to get what they want, despite the state of the kingdom. It is in this way that even during times of peace, there is much activity amongst the nobles, and the intricate web of politics is forever being spun.

I shall take the role of the eldest son of Rickard, Prince Olwyn of the house of Quendor, Heir to the Throne. He is 24 years old, tall and lithe, with golden-brown hair and green eyes. He is used to getting his own way, as the eldest son of a King normally does, and, in short, is a spoiled brat. Yet, for all his whining and stubbornness, he is both cunning and intelligent, and, whilst he would not engage in open attacks on people (He is both too civilised and too frail for that sort of action, though he will only put it down to one of the above), he is sly and backstabbing.
He is also married (I won’t give any details about his wife, in case someone would like to take her role), but this is not where his sex life ends. He is also secretly having an affair with his sister (Again, I won’t give any details) in the hopes of “keeping the Quendor blood pure”. But that’s not all. He also uses many of his personal servants as sex tools (both male and female).

Alright. Anyone want to jump in, feel free to. All the characters I have mentioned above (Except Prince Olwyn, of course) are available, that is, King Rickard, Olwyn’s wife, Olwyn’s sister/King Rickard’s daughter, as well as any of Olwyn’s servants. I’ve left all of these characters fairly vague, so feel free to fill in the details for us. If none of these characters strike your fancy, feel free to create your own. I have left it open-ended as to whether Olwyn and his sister have any other siblings, the only limitation there is that Olwyn, at 24, is the eldest son of Rickard, that is, he would have no older brothers, though younger brothers are very possible, and sisters either older or younger. Or you can take the role of one of the Noble Lords and Ladies of the Court, struggling for personal foothold in the cutthroat world of politics.
If you have any other characters that you would like to implement (i.e. a character that is not a part of the Court), feel free to PM me with ideas, but I would like you to get the OK from me before jumping in with such a character.
Other than that, feel free to jump in with a character. Give us some basic details and jump right on in.
And, remember, I’m hoping you’re very open minded with your characters, I for one would like to see all sorts of different activities going on here. (Both sexual and non-sexual.)

Last, but not least, if I’ve forgotten anything, feel free to leave me a PM – I’ll get to your query ASAP. Hope to see you joining this.

 

[Dark Warrior]

Prince Olwyn

OOC: I guess I'll just get on with the first post.

IC: Prince Olwyn stopped and turned to his personal bodyguard as the two of them reached the entrance to the hot spring.
"I would like to be left alone whilst I bathe, Sir Loynis." Olwyn told the knight.
Loynis smiled wryly and nodded his head, before answering in his soft voice: "Of course, Sir Prince."
Olwyn could not help but mirror the smile. Loynis was the perfect bodyguard for Olwyn (chosen by the prince himself, of course), for he was in just the same position as the prince: the black sheep of a noble family. Were it not for his father's name, Loynis would never even be allowed to take the Trials of Knighthood, let alone be entrusted to such a precious task as overlooking the defence of the prince. And so it was that Loynis was often Olwyn's partner in crime, rather than swerving the prince away from many of his actions as previous bodyguards had tried. And yet, for all his impeity, Loynis was fiercely loyal to the young prince, and the senior knight would risk his life to save Olwyn under any circumstances.
"Loynis, you are a good man. I shall mention your work to my father sometime." Olwyn said, placing a hand on the knight's shoulder.
"You are too gracious, my prince." the knight said, once again bowing his head slightly.
The prince then gestured, and one of his new servants scurried forwards, a bar of soap and a washcloth in each of her hands. He tilted his head to the side as he surveyed this young woman.
"Quite an ugly piece of work," he thought to himself as he looked the peasant's daughter up and down. She was 18, the age he requested for all his new servants. She was definately too bulky, and her breasts were much too flat for the prince's taste, he decided, before he turned from her and walked into the bathing area, the servant following behind him. Sir Loynis stood before the only entrance of the closed-in garden, his back to the prince and his young servant, his stance broad and his hand on the hilt of the longsword sheathed at his side.
None who sought the prince now would get through the knight, even if they could bring themselves to speak up against the impressive figure.

 

[nightray]

Prince Ramon

I walk threw the halls of the castile ignoring the people both noble and peasant that quickly move out of my way fear and respect in there eyes for the second in line for the thrown even though he would never accept it. I move with grace my head held high as I make my way to the training yards where I spend most of my days perfecting my skill with the sword I’ve already out stripped most of the veterans at 23 there are very few who can bet me in a fare fight.

I step threw the door to the training yard my body filing it at 6 feet tall I’m taller then most and my shoulders are wider my arms rapt in thick muscle but I’m faster then I look and more agile. I walk out in to the yard my black heir outlining a grimly hansom face with hard unyielding eyes the eyes of some one who will do any thing for what he bulves in.

I casually toss my black clock to one side not caring if the fine material is rewind money means nothing to me. I walk to the other side of the yard looking at the weapons rack finely choosing my favorite the sword. I pick up one that is heaver then the real thing so when I use the real one it feels like a feather in my hands. I unbuckle my sword belt laying it reverently on the ground over the years I’ve learn a grate respect for the sword from the masters that have tot me its secrets. I then move to the center of the yard lifting my sword up in to the first stance holding for a minuet my body as still as stone as my mined finds the center of my being the calmness that nothing can penetrate.

Then with out any warning I begin to move fluidly the sword seeming to be a mere blear in the air as I move faster and faster no wasted movements as I flow from stance to stance with ease.

 

[Morwen]

Princess Elwyn

Elwyn, eldest daughter of her father and even older by a year than her brother Olwyn, crossed the courtyard of the hot springs hostel as if she didn't have a care in the world. Scandalously short pink silk skirts danced around her thighs, the translucent blouse was adorned with stars and moons and the dark flesh of her nipples.

At the far end stood Sir Loynis, her brother's henchman. She saddled right up to him, wrapped a strand of her long blonde hair around her finger as she smiled at him. Loynis tried to be a Coldstream Guard, unmoving and formal, but she only laughed at him. He would never deny her entry. "Out of the way, Sir Loins," she winked, quietly opening the door to the spa.

She stepped up behind the peasant girl and tapped her on the shoulder. The peasant was startled, but acquiesced when Elwyn put a finger to her lips. Elwyn pointed towards the door, and the serving wench left immediately, without a sound.

Elwyn took the soap and washcloth the girl had dropped, and fell to her knees behind her brother. His back was to her still, he had no idea the switch had been made. Instead he was lounging in the warm waters of the spring, naked. Casually she began to wash his hair, saying nothing.

 

[Dark Warrior]

Prince Olwyn

Prince Olwyn closed his eyes and relaxed, a tiny smile on his face, as the woman ran her hands through his long, brown-blonde hair. He dipped his hair in the water before resurfacing, his eyes still closed and his back turned, completely oblivious to the woman washing him. Something about the woman's fingers running across his scalp was subtly arousing.
"You are good at this, girl... better than I thought any peasant woman could be, at least at first. Come here." he said, gently taking her hands in his and pulling her towards his side, his eyes still closed as he relaxed in the steaming hot water.

 

[LadyBlueMoon]

Princess Cassandra

She stood at her window, watching the lithe body of Ramon as he practiced in the training yard below. "Yes, he'll be just the one," she spoke softly.
"Pardon, Madame?" Gisselle asked, still pleating Cassandra's long red hair.
"Nothing," the princess replied, "Be sure you don't pull," she cautioned her servant.

Married three years now to Olwyn, and no child to show for it. Cassandra knew she was a disappointment to both her own family and that of her husband. Ha! If only they knew she thought. It is difficult to get with child when your husband sleeps with any female in the castle but you!
The prescious Quendor bloodline, she thought with a disgusted sigh. Oh, she knew what depravity went on between her husband and his sister. She knew, and would see that they paid.

But, she reminded herself, she was married to the heir to the throne. Musn't jeopordize that... no, there were other ways to seek vengeance.
"Leave me," she ordered the girl.
Once alone, she opened the big oak trunk and removed the items she would need.
A simple love spell should set things in motion she decided, again turning to watch Ramon before getting to the task at hand.

 

[Morwen]

She dipped her fingers in the warm water, then lathered her hands with soap. Kneeling beside his head on the edge of the pool, she began to lather his chest and upper body, running her hands along his smooth muscles, a gentle caress. Such a strong, powerful man, her crown prince. He deserved an heir, and of course that redheaded tart Cassandra couldn't give him one. But Elwyn could.

 

[tilted soul]

ooc:ill join if no one minds)
ic: Sirus Quendor,one of the middle brothers of House Quendor,walked down the halls of his family's castle,ignoring the covert glances made by servants as he passed them.At about 6'2",slim but with suprising strength,he looked normal enough except for a deeper skin color than most and slightly feline eyes with slitted pupils,wich caused him to stand out.He was an embarrasement to his family,disdained by most.He had heard the rumors,that his mother had slept once with a foriegn dignitary from the east,and his mother had concieved him later.other rumours added that he used foriegn black magic to control his family for his own ends.Ha!,as if i'd so blatantly use magic,since the penalty for it was death!,he thought irritably,turning off into his family's huge library and curling up into a big stuffed reading chair with a book he had previously left on the table next to him.

 

[tilted soul]

hello?

ooc:hey,anyone here?))

 

[Dark Warrior]

Prince Olwyn

OOC: Welcome one, welcome all. Everyone's characters are fine.

IC: Olwyn gave a gentle sigh as the woman's hands worked over his chest, his cock beginning to twitch.
"She may be ugly," he thought to himself, remembering the servant girl's face, "but no doubt she can suck as good as any of the others."
A tiny smile played across his lips as he thought about it, before he opened his eyes. Immediately, they shot wide and he sat up suddenly.
"Elwyn?" he asked with surprise, his eyes now glancing down at her flimsy clothing, his penis showing his approval. "What... how did you get past Loynis...? And what...?"
His voice faded away as he saw the look in her eyes. He reached up and gently cupped one of her cheeks in his hand, the soft flesh underneath his palm feeling like heaven as his lips met hers, kissing her softly, before he pulled away. For a moment neither said a thing, their eyes locked on one another's, both deep in thought.
"Now. What are you doing here?" Olwyn asked finally, still making no move to hide his naked body from her. It was nothing she hadn't seen, nothing she hadn't felt in the most intimate fashion possible. Whilst Olwyn endeavoured eternally to keep their relationship a secret, he had growing doubts about whether their secret was still that.

 

[LadyBlueMoon]

Princess Cassandra

At last turning from the window, Cassandra set about her task. With mortar and pestle, she ground the herbs together. Next, she lit two red candles, placed the herbs in a spoon, added three drops of red wine. She then pricked her finger and allowed three drops of her own blood to join with the mixture. Finally, she removed from her table a long strand of black hair, Ramon's hair, and placed it in the spoon. All of this she heated over a candle for exactly three minutes. She then placed the spoon aside to allow it to cool. While it was cooling, Cassandra slipped out if her gown and examined herself in the looking-glass. Her breasts were full and not too saggy, her stomach was flat, thank the goddess for no children in that regard! She ran her hand through the thick patch of reddish hair that covered her pubis.

Testing the love potion, she found it sufficiently cooled. She poured it into her pubic hair and spread it across her vulva, slipping her fingers past the lips and into her vagina. She then extracted them and traced circles around each of her nipples. Finally, she licked her fingers clean.

Donning again her gown, she returned to the window. It shouldn't be long now, she thought, the anticipation increasing her excitement.

 

[nightray]

Prince Ramon

My eye brows furrow as images of Princess Cassandra begins to form in my mined as I move threw the forms in the training yard. My movements begin to falter as I feel some once eyes on me like heat on the top of my head. I stop raggedly shaking my head trying to get read of the feeling. I feel my hart begin to race as the image of my brother’s wife begins to dance seductively for me striping off her clothes her eyes burning in to mine as I watch. I feel my cock beginning to grow hard making an obvious bulge in the front of my pants.

Some thing cases me to look up my eyes catching Cassandra’s eyes I seem to fall in to them as the heat grows with in me. Love and lust merge in to one on my face I tern on my heal walking back to the weapon stand and putting the practice blade away. I then carefully pick up mine and belt it on as I walk quickly in to the castile moving with speed and grace as the pull to her grows stronger. Before I know it I fined my self at her door my fist razed to nock. I stop briefly thinking what am I doing this is my brother’s wife. But I fined my self knocking any way my eyes field with heat as I wait for her answer.

 

[LadyBlueMoon]

Princess Cassandra

Cassandra continued to watch as Ramon finished his workout and left the weapons yard. She moved to the candles and lit several red ones, for passion. She then waited.

The knock on the door was anticipated. Cassandra glided to the heavy wood barrier and pulled it open. Her eyes locked onto Ramon's, read the hunger there. Without a word, she reached to her shoulders and slipped the gown off onto the floor.

Naked, she turned and strode to the bed. Speaking over her shoulder, she warned "Be sure to bolt the door."

 

[nightray]

Prince Ramon

My eyes move up and down her naked body taking in her still firm breasts and shapely body as I slowly walk in to the room after her my eyes never leaving her ass as she sways over to the bed. I shot and bolt the door behind me leaning agenst it as I watch her. I shake my head agene trying to clear it with out knowing why. I unbuckle my sword belt and I lean it agst the wall next to the door.

I then walk forward to the bed my fingers nimbly unfasining my black silk shirt as I move. I take it off exposing my muskuler chest and stomick to her as I cash wily toss the shirt on a near by chair. I stop at the foot of the bed looking at my brother’s wife with lust in my eyes. I stammer “this is wrong” as I crawl up the bed towards her my mouth finding one of her smooth legs and kissing it gently slowly making my way up her body.

 

[Morwen]

Princess Elwyn

His kiss as always was purest, distilled tenderness, a lingering communion that touched her to her very core, like the coming of spring or a taste of witchcraft. Her eyes lingered in his, lost in his, they were like mirrors, and no words had to be spoken. She nodded, looked away as he finally spoke. Down at his body. He was so strong, young, his body, draped across the stone bench like a lion's.

"I bring you a secret, dear brother." She took his hand between her own and kissed it. Kissed his ring of state, which he never removed, even in bathing, it was a symbol of their line. He wouldn't remove it until he replaced it with the other, their father's ring of rulership.

Then she placed his hand against her belly and held it there. It was far, far too early for anyone to feel anything, but she knew he would divine her meaning immediately. "Three times I've missed. The midwife read her leaves. She is sure."

She smiled at him.

 

[Dark Warrior]

Prince Elwyn

Olwyn's eyes shot wide as he stared into her eyes, his mouth dropping open, but no words immediately forming.
"Then... oh... this is great." Olwyn said, a wide grin forming on his face. "Finally, one I... we... can call our own..." he said, as much to himself as to her. Again his eyes roamed down her body, his eyes stopping momentarily on her stomach. There was as of yet no evidence that she spoke the truth, but no doubt there would be, soon enough. His eyes moved back up to meet hers, before he pulled her into his embrace, her breasts pressing against his wet, naked chest as he inhaled the sweet scent of her hair over her shoulder.
He lightly kissed her just below the ear, before whispering, "Does anyone else know? And, more importantly, does anyone suspect that... that I am the father?"
He ran a hand through her long, golden hair, the grin never leaving his face as he found warmth in their embrace. What she thought of getting her fine clothes wet was another matter, but he knew that their love would never be spoiled by something so trivial. They were the eldest children of the house of Quendor, and, though he had not told even Elwyn herself, he planned to make her his queen if ever he became king, even if it meant he had to fight each and every man who opposed it.
And he didn't even like fighting.
The things people do for love, he thought with a slight chuckle.

 

[LadyBlueMoon]

Princess Cassandra

Cassandra climbed onto the bed, giving Ramon a good view of her creamy white buttocks before she rolled onto her back. Still not speaking, she simply smiled.

Ramon took the bait discarding his sword and then his shirt. Cassandra felt the little twitch in her groin as she took in his chest, so nicely muscular. Unlike his brother, Ramon was a fighter, a man who took pleasure in inflicting pain. He was the perfect partner for her plan.

Ramon made some sort of apology, or denouncement, but the lust in his eyes said otherwise. His mouth felt good on her leg as he began to kiss his way up her body. She spread herself slightly, allowing him a better view of the pinkness beneath her downy red pubic hair.

She still spoke not a word, but her body told him to take her.

 

[airborne92]

The Captain

OOC: Daven Grunnar, professional soldier, Captain of the Royal Guard, age 30, 5'10" tall, weighs about 195, brown hair and eyes, expert swordsman and archer, proficient with all weapons, has a dislike for intrigue, he is honor bound to serve the King and Royal Family.

IC:
I wandered around the castle grounds inspecting the guardsmen at their posts. All were performing their duties as expected, all except for Sir Loynis. He wasn't keeping the Prince out of trouble as he should, but he wasn't the best guardsman there was either.

I wasn't fond of this court. There was too much internal intrigue for my taste, but there were worse places to be a soldier than here. The only people in the castle that could match my skill with weapons were the Princes of the ruling family.

 

[Morwen]

Elwyn

She kissed him back, on the forehead, pushing a lock of wet hair out of his eyes. Met his eyes, as he pulled her down against him in the shallow bath. She curled against his broad chest, entwining her legs with his, where they coiled like snakes in the warm water.

"No one knows," she whispered. "But your wife surely suspects. I see how she looks at me." Elwyn frowned, wriggling close against him for protection, just as she always had. "She keeps witch-things in her room."

She closed her eyes, pillowed her head on his chest, her hair fanned out in golden waves. "I wish we could run away," she said softly, running a hand down along his loins gently. "Oh Olwyn, what are we going to do?"

 

[Dark Warrior]

Olwyn

Olwyn stared up into the sky above, his hands running through her golden hair. He could feel his cock lengthening as her hand caressed it, a tiny sigh escaping his lips.
"Running away isn't the answer, my love. And besides, Father needs me to inherit the throne from him. You know as well as I that the others," he paused a moment in disgust over his brothers, "are not worthy of becoming King. And besides," he paused again, wondering whether he should say what he was about to, "if... when I must inherit the throne, I intend to have you by my side as my queen. I know... I know most will be against it, but the Nobles of the Court are so empty that a few well-placed bribes would destroy almost all opposition... and those that could not be bought off, I would kill them all, with my own hands if neccessary. I hate to fight, and to kill, you know this, but this is what I will do for our love."
Elwyn did not speak for a moment, and Olwyn assumed that it was because she was shocked. He continued to stroke her hair as he waited for her to respond, a tiny smile playing across his lips.

 

[nightray]

Prince Ramon

I slowly kiss and lick my way up her calf sucking gently at her skin tasting her slightly salty skin. I lift her legs up slightly my lips kissing the back of her knees gently nipping at it. I slowly lick my way along her inner thigh feeling her shudder at the feel as I make my way up to her pink we lips.

I rap my arms arund her legs lifting them up on to my shoulders as my tong slowly moves up along her slit. Moaning at her taste and sent as my eyes look up in to her eyes my lust burning in the depths of my own. I fined her clit sucking it in to my mouth my tong flickering like a snake over it.

I lift up slightly saying gruffly “You taste good my lady.” I then berry my face back in to her sex humming softly sending an irregular vibration throw her.

 

[Morwen]

Elwyn

His words washed over her, dull things of responsibility, duty, nobles, bribery. It was all so complicated in this court, and she wanted just the one thing: Olwyn. And she already had him. And he had her. They had each other, nothing else mattered. And now he wanted to...it was a sweet, sweet thing, but it would destroy them both.

"I will be your queen," she said, kissing his chest. "If it is what you want." She closed her eyes, imagining the reaction of the priests, of the merchants, the people in the countryside. "But you'll tear this kingdom apart. Olwyn, father is so ill, and our brothers, they are just looking for a reason to rebel, or a way to disinherit you."

Her fingers found his sex, grasping it and gently rocking it in an easy motion; it was so firm and fit so well in her hand. "I love you, I don't want to be the instrument of your destruction. Give the child to Cassandra, let her say it is hers.

"It will be our little secret. We have so many."

 

[LadyBlueMoon]

Princess Cassandra

Ramon's mouth worked its way up her leg, sending chills through her body. Stay in control she reminded herself. As his tongue reached her sex, her hands went to his head, fingers entangling in the thick black locks, guiding his mouth over her lips, her clitoris, intensifying the pleasure.

He paused to compliment her. Silly man, Cassandra thought. Of course I taste good after all the tarts he's been with. Never mind that, the herbs would protect her from disease. Penetration, ejaculation, if she could coax that from him, the pact would be sealed. But why not enjoy the moment?

She shifted her buttocks, raising her hips to press herself tighter against his face. Grinding her oozing juices across his beard.

 

[Dark Warrior]

Prince Olwyn

Olwyn could not help but smile over her last comment.
"Perhaps you are right, my love, perhaps you are right. Though I think that Cassandra is too strong willed to accept such a plan." he sighed and shook his head. "Enough talk, Elwyn. I need you to make me feel whole."
He gently put his hands to her shoulders, sitting her up slowly, their eyes meeting again, before his hands ran down her translucent blouse to her breasts, cupping each of the tits in his hands, gently kneading them. He leaned forward and kissed them softly through the blouse as his hands ran down to the bottom of her blouse, seeking to remove the clothing, to make her his.

 

[Morwen]

Elwyn

She shut her eyes as he kissed her there, then lifted her arms so he could pull the blouse over her head. Her breasts, small and firm, came free, and she shook her hair out playfully, the blouse having mussed it nine different ways. She took his hands and put them against her breasts, each fit one of his hands like the fruit of an apple tree.

Leaning over him, her damp hair fell down like a waterfall around her face and down to his, the ends tickling his unshaven cheeks. "Yes," she whispered. "Complete me..."

"But first you must catch me!" she teased, pushing away from him abruptly and falling back into the warm waters of the pool, floating out onto her back. As he started towards her, she turned easily and dove beneath the waters, swimming towards the far end of the pool.