The Spoils of War (closed for Katalynn & Vikingboy)

[Vikingboy]

The Spoils of War


The setting: An annual camping event, called a "war", at which people "get medieval" for two weeks.

Place: At the war, a tavern, temporary...a large pavilion, actually, with a bar and kitchen, serving beverages (ale, mead, wine) and "period" food to hungry, thirsty adults.

Time: late one hot, sultry evening, perhaps midnight or later, but who cares.

The Players:

A Lady who enjoys challenges. (played by Katalynn)

A Lord, named Tomas, who enjoys betting on games. However, he never hazards money, but rather favors... sexual favors, usually. Tomas is well-built, strong, a fighter, of above average height, with a long flowing mane of black hair, pulled into a tight braid. He wears a tunic of linen and pants of leather, tucked into high boots. On his belt are riding gloves, a pouch, and a small quirt. (played by Vikingboy)

The preliminary action:

After an evening of drink and talk, Tomas has set eye on the aforementioned Lady. She eyes him and then, in a low voice challenges him to a game of darts.

Tomas responds by asking what she would hazard on the game, for playing without a hazard is not as exciting....

 

[katalynn]

Kylia Wonders through various encampments, (kind of like bar hopping one would say.) dances around a few fires here and there. Drinking what she can find. Her long red main meet well with her deep green eyes, runs into an encampment that is full of life.

Deciding to stay for awhile, Kylia notices that a few are playing darts off in one corner. Normally she is really good at the game, but since she's been drinking, well, she's buzzing pretty good. None the less, she saunters over her cloak drapped around her.

What attracted her was the long black hair, that was one of her major turn ons. Though, she would never sleep with the men, just taunt them a little and leave.

"Excuse me m'lord, but was wondering if you would like a challenge of the darts?"

Slight hint that she had been drinking, yet, she was holding it well. Under the cloak she wore a simple belly dancing outfit, skirt and guazy coat, didn't show off much. He turns and ask what she would hazard. She thought for a moment,

"Perhaps a private dance would satisfy m'lord?"

She says with an innocent smile, already thinking of ways to get out if she was to lose.

 

[Vikingboy]

Tomas

He was drinking lightly, enjoying the evening, looking for companionship. "Fuck coming to War alone," he thought, "No regular woman, no regular sex. You might s well be a fucking eunich."

When he came to the Red Bull Tavern, he settled in. The usual assortment of younger men and some women, but few if any who weren't already hooked up. Those who were single were not for him, too old, too fat, too ugly. He was hard up but not THAT hard up.

Then he saw a woman wander in..feiry red hair and a black cloak. He wondered what outfit she might be hiding under that in the mid-july heat and humidity. She looked like she wasn't here looking for her wandering lord. "Hell, if she were mine, I'd have her in the tent right now...or on the battlefield or archery range...naked & squirming." He watched her, occasionally catching her eye. She had noticed him, too.

Tomas didn't try to show off. He was good-looking, he knew, and he saw no need to advertise. He had never had trouble attracting women, just in keeping them. When Merlinia dumped him the motnth before for the local Duke, he'd chalked it up to 'belt envy' yet again... the Knight gets the Wench, and Tomas sleeps alone. The bad thing was that he'd no hooked up with anyone before war, and now, well, here he was, staring at this beauty across a smoky tavern.

"Screw it," he thought, and got up to play darts. He was working his way up the queue when she appeared at his side.

"Excuse me m'lord, but was wondering if you would like a challenge of the darts?"

"That depends, my lady, on what you are willing to bet. I never play for fun, but for the hazard involved. What would you hazard on a match?"

He looked straight into her eyes. Was there hesitation? Or was it excitement? He couldn't be certain, but under his leather pants, his excitement ws pricking up, so to speak. She considered her response carefully, then spoke again,

"Perhaps a private dance would satisfy m'lord?"

With that, she opened the cloak to show her harem outfit beneath.

"Yes, it would, my lady. I, in return, hazard service of no less than three hours duration...performing whatever task you may require of me." He knew that he offrered to be a menial, a slave, a servant, whatever this one desired, if he lost. But he did not intend to lose.

He looked into her eyes again and offered his hand to seal the bet. Their turn was coming up. What would she decide?

 

[katalynn]

OOC ~ didn't find exactly what I was looking for, but this is similar to what she is wearing.

http://www.amaradances.com/photo_view.html?/black_3.jpg


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He eyed for me for a moment, almost as if he was wondering what I had underneath the black cloak. Smiled at him while opening it to reveal the black corset that pressed tightly against firm and very pleasant breast. Pierced naval that had a dragon hanging off a ring. Long, black skirt that glittered in the fire light, and the bare feet with bells on left ankle.

This seemed to please him as he accepted my offer, thought for another moment, well maybe one dance wouldn't hurt, out in the open or something. Or maybe I'll make up some excuse and not dance for him at all. Teasing is so fun.

Took his hand and shook it with false agreement. Granted he was much bigger than I am, and could easily throw me over his shoulder or something. But that wouldn't be very *noble* or gentleman like.

Those his part of the deal if he lost could be of some use, after all flirting with all these men did tend to get a bit arousing sometimes. Would be fun to have a pet to do as I bid.

"It's a deal m'lord.... might I aquire the name of thy opponent? My name is Kylia."

Spoke softly with a sly smile, he could tell I had something up sleeve, it showed in the deep green orbs.

 

[Vikingboy]

Tomas

"It's a deal m'lord.... might I aquire the name of thy opponent? My name is Kylia."


"Tomas, Don Tomas de Zaragoza, milady." She was gorgeous in that harem dancer's outfit, her breasts filling the top perfectly, But I knew better than to be distracted. "Best of three, Lady Kylia, the hazard as agreed. First to 75 and then back to zero."

I let her throw first, and she got to 55 on her first three darts. I thought I'd be in trouble, but she missed her twenty twice and wound up six points short after her side. On my side I rang up 3 20's, a 10 and a 5. Halfway home...

She made her 75 on her second round but she was too far behind and I beat her for the first set.

I smiled at her and offered to buy her a drink. When I returned, she smiled and offered her lips as a thank you.

I kissed her and brushed my tongue across her lips as my hands brushed down her back and across her delectable ass.

"Ready for the second round, lovely lady?"

 

[katalynn]

Gave him a slight pout at my losing, teasing of course. Must have drank more than I thought, and when our lips met felt a tingle hadn't felt in so long. Like a lovers first kiss. No, I was teasing him, not the other way around. Damn he was soo tempting though. Slid out of his arms, wishing I hadn't took a drink before throwing the darts again.

The first three darts got me to 40, next one landed a 20. But mylast one wasn't so lucky, landing on a 10. Granted it was much better than my first round, but now I was getting worried, he was winning and I really wasn't sure if it was a good idea to be with him a lone, even if he lost I would just lead him around doing meaningless things. Just because I was tease, didn't mean I was easy.

Tomas' round was pretty close to the same, three 20's and two 10's. Now putting on the shyness, course if was real. Wasn't sure what to do at this point, mind was racing to find a way out.

"Aye, m'lord. Looks like you win again... Ready for the final round?"


Sweet and innocent tone as I smiled at him. Finished off my drink letting him throw the darts first this time.
One dance right? Nothing more! Then again, just what kind of dance would he expect of me? I'm not about to undress in front a complete stranger, even if he is tempting and very hard to resist the longer I'm with him.

 

[Vikingboy]

"Aye, m'lord. Looks like you win again... Ready for the final round?"

"Final round? Two of three, my lady, I believe was the agreement. If you surrender this round, that's two." I smiled. And moved to get her another drink.

When I returned, she stood and looked glazed. I gave her the drink, which she sipped nervously. I smiled again, moved closer and leaned in to whisper in her ear, "Where will you pay the hazard? I prefer this be a private dance, the best you can give, my lady." And I kissed her again.

The kiss seemed to bring her back to her senses and she seemed startled by my words. She muttered something about "misunderstanding...." but my lips cut her off again. After I kissed her a third time, I took her gently but firmly by the arm and said, "You don't welsh on your bets, do you?"

Again, I looked at her....

 

[katalynn]

"Oh no! M'lord, I'm not wishing to surender nor back down from the bet."

Slight moan through the words, his kisses were so intoxicating, wanted more. No, it was the drinks talking, I'm sure he'll understand. He held me tight and close, making sure to not draw a scene. My heart racing when he was asking where I would pay for my loss.

"M'lord Tomas... I wish to provide you with the best dance of course..... "

Hesitated a moment, knowing if I was to pay him tonight it would go further than I normally would go. Cursing at myself for drinking to much, and putting myself into this.

"Though, for as much as I have had to drink tonight. I do not think I would be giving you my best. If at all possible, would m'lord be willing to wait till morrow for his pay?"

Spoke with heated words of passion, then his kiss caused a slight moan to escape. Feeling the sensations that I am denying my body, building up with in. His domince was starting to show and it turned me on even more so. Just how far will he take it though?

"I think we have one more game to finish, for if it is two out three, then it is clear you have won. But if you wish for my best dance, then name the place and I will be there first thing in the morning."

It was obvious I was trying to find a way out, stumbling over words with hesitation, the dizzyness of the drinks, and the lust he was causing to build up in me.

"This outfit isn't fit to give m'lord a proper show, I would have to freshen up anyway."

Smiled up at him hopeing he would buy what I was saying.

 

[Vikingboy]

She wasn't going to back out directly... but she was trying to back out....

Not tonight; perhaps tomorrow morning?

Well, hell, no...this was too perfect a night...sultry, hot, erotically charged, the full moon providing the perfect night light. And a dance by daylight would be like a dance by my sister.

Well, then tomorrow night?

By tomorrow night, it could be cold & raining cats & dogs...war was known for sudden harsh storms....

"No, Milady, tonight is perfect...and you will dance wonderfully."

More kisses and caresses.

But the outfit isn't right for such a dance.

She WAS right there...but how to tell her I want her dancing naked while she straddles me and my cock is buried in her pussy?

Another kiss... "I cannot judge that while you're still wrapped in the cloak...And I don't want the whole world to see my prize. Let me judge that in my tent, we... milady."

And then more kisses...she was weakening, but still I felt the hesitation, the resistance, the game she was playing.

Well, wench, we won't play the game much longer, I thought. One more try and I'll make it move... I guided her to the tavern entrance with my arm around her waist. She didn't resist, too much....

 

[katalynn]

Tomas was all over me now, making it hard to play my own game. Totally ignored the last game of darts, course it did not matter, I was his for the night. I had lost the two games, so the third would not matter.

He was right, it was a perfect night for danceing. And my outfit was more than perfect for the moonlight. But he said inside his tent?

"I can not allow it to be inside the tent.. m'lord. For moonlight and a small fire would be more than perfect. Inside the tent, I would still put on a show for everyone, just wouldn't be as visible."

Less he had a pavillion, a normal tent with light inside it would provide a *puppet show* as some called it. And was he just about to call me a wench? That is one thing I am not,

"This is just a dance, m'lord. It was what I hazard, therefore, it is what you shall recieve....."

Lowered my head some as we walked out of the tavern, though, in this case it would be a dance of his choosing, just left that small detail out for obvious reasons.

"I haven't been with to many men, in fact, only been with three my entire life. So after the dance.... I shall have to go."

A quick and easy dance, god I wanted him so badly though. It was hard to resist him. Specially when he played in my hair and kissed upon my neck. Tomas seemed to sense that I was melting his arms. My words were resisting him, by actions were not. Those three men were bad experiences for me, which put all men on the *don't trust* list.

"Just one dance......."

Barely a whisper, as if I was trying to tell myself and remind myself that's all it is. Right now I would do anythiing for him, but no way would I let him know that. I stopped right in front of his tent, hesitantly wondered if I should go in and should be doing this. My mind was clouded with lust, hint of fear.

"I should go, I wish to provide you with a dance. But I'm not thinking right with all that I had to drink. I do not trust myself to stop at just one dance."

It was him I didn't trust, but I knew I wouldn't be able to stop either.

 

[Vikingboy]

Tomas de Zaragoza

She bargained hard for a wench...

"I can not allow it to be inside the tent.. m'lord. For moonlight and a small fire would be more than perfect. Inside the tent, I would still put on a show for everyone, it just wouldn't be as visible."

"Just one dance....... I should go, I wish to provide you with a dance. But I'm not thinking right with all that I had to drink. I do not trust myself to stop at just one dance."

I listened, heard, knew sincerity when I heard it. As we walked, I began to feel her fear. But when I looked into her eyes, I saw that it was not fear of me, but fear of her self.

"Kaylia, you need not fear me or being seen by anyone." I said this and tried to comfort her as we koved through the night, down the dusty roads, toward the farthest reaches of the campsite. "I prefer privacy and I keep my camp to myself." We approached the camping area where I was tenting...

My tent, a 10' by 10' pavilion, stood on a spit of open land among trees. TRhere was one neighbor, 20 yards away, and it was utterly dark. I knew the lady who lived there was at her Master's encampment for two days of servitude...no one was at her emcampment. I guided the sweet dancer into the camp and opened the tent.

"One dance, and then you may leave if you desire, but it must be the dance I desire and it must show me all of your body & all of your skills. Otherwise, w shall have a problem." The emphasis on the last word carried my meaning. I truly couldn't back it up without breaking many laws, but I thought I knew her type...

She looked up at me and smiled softly. I lit candles throughout the tent, including those on the tables next to the large, wrought iron bed, my great luxury. From it hung four strands of velvet rope, all in black that matched the fur coverings on the bed.

I waited for her next argument, her compliance, or the showdown...

 

[katalynn]

Kylia ~

Stepped into the tent watched how he lit the candles and his words were comforting. Wasn't surprised to see his tent way out here, something about him said he liked his quietness and space. I knew what Tomas wanted, he wanted me to strip for him. Wasn't quite sure how to give him what he wanted without completly stripping, maybe tease him here and there or something.

It was hard to get started without the drums right there, loudness of their beats made it easy to just jump right in and start. But they were distant, many different camps having their own beats made it difficult. Closed my eyes for a moment as I took the cloak off, picking out what one would best suit this moment. Found the perfect beat, it was fast, but also sensual for what he was looking for.

Took in a deep breath and started slowly, getting the feel for it. Kept my closed for now just keeping the feel for the rythm and pretending I was there. Dancing always brought great comfort to me to it didn't take long before I was into it. Twirling, seductive belly rolls, the works. There were times when he would catch a glimpse under the skirt in some of the twirls as I lifted my leg, noticed I wasn't wearing anything underneath. The more I got into the dance, the more I wasn't thinking. As if I was in my own world for moments and withing one of the movements I took off my top. It didn't seem to phase me till I ended the dance down on my knees, laying back on the floor. Still had the skirt on though, layed for a few moments as the drums I listened to ended.