Valentine's

Erodicus, The Teacher

"Your words are kind, dear Diana," I said as we drank of the ceremonial wine. "I know well of your father, and his reputation is well deserved for he is an honest and successful merchant. I have also heard in the town of your great beauty and now having met you, your reputation cannot compare to that which you embody."

I reached over and placed my hand under her chin, carefully angling her face toward mine. There was an innocence that I found completely disarming and I knew that any lessons I would teach tonight would be of the tender and romantic arts. Yet as I looked deeper into her eyes, I could sense a strong undercurrent of passion that might bear greater carnal fruit for the one who would be patient and kind.

"Although I spend my time in the company of men and my students, moments as this spent with a woman are the most precious. Perhaps there are many lessons that I might be able to teach you this evening. Are you a willing student, Diana?"

I leaned toward her and planted a light sweet kiss upon her soft wet lips. The scent of her auburn hair was aphrodisiac in nature. As our lips parted, I gazed again into her dark eyes waiting for her answer to my question.
 
Bayndor

The baker stood near the stage, scanning the crowd. He rubbed his nose lightly, sore from the fall. On tip-toes, he peered around, looking for Satine, wondering if he'd lost her.
 
Beren- Alchemist

"Wait, you don't understand, you get one more chance to draw. No one will leave this place without a partner."
Beren paused in his exit, turning to look again at the priestess, not certain he understood. He hadn't seen any other names to be taken when he picked her name from the urn. Rather than protest openly, though, he felt it would be best to show her.

He nodded to her and walked back to the urn. Reaching for it, he was about to call for her to come see the predicament when he saw.. more slips of paper?? He looked confused for a moment, but accepted the possiblity that he had been mistaken. He breathed in, his eyes closed, and softly let the breath back out as his fingers closed upon the surface of one small scroll.

He opened it, and called out:

"Zahra, will you be mine?"
 
Zahra

Zahra’s heart leapt to her throat and a startled, soft gasp escaped her lips at the sound of her name being called. She took a deep breath to strengthen her nerve, before squaring her shoulders and striding purposefully to the dais.

Her sandaled feet skimmed along the steps as she ascended the stage, the epitome of grace in motion. Her chin was raised proudly, her onyx gaze focused solely on the man who called her name. The hesitation and fear that had been present within those dark orbs was gone, forgotten completely at first sight of him. Her eyes now mirrored a deep curiosity and rising attraction as her gaze boldly roamed over Beren.

Lifting her gaze to meet his, her full lips spread into a slow, sensuous smile.

“It seems the gods favor shines down upon me at last.” She said. Her sultry voice accented by her provocative, foreign enunciation. “I would be most honored to be yours.”

Reaching up to her shoulders, she slid loose the ties that held her robe together. The cobalt blue fabric cascaded to the ground in a gentle whisper of silk, pooling at her feet. She now stood before him completely nude, save for the slim gold belts that encircled her small waist, draped low over her sleek hips, and the bracelets that surrounded her upper arms. The gold color of her adornments accented her honeyed complexion magnificently.
 
ARIANA

Ariana smiled tenderly as she watched the changing looks on Beren's face. So handsome, so smart, so wise and yet so young. She was looking forward to her promised time with him later that evening.

Her smile widened at his delight on drawing the blue gowned widow. And she smiled at Zahra, knowing that she would have a worthy lover.

As the nude couple proceeded to leave the stage, she scanned the crowd once more, calling: "PTOLEMY".
 
Beren, alchemist

The depth of her dark gaze seemed to never end, and Beren stood transfixed as this golden-skinned Goddess revealed herself to him. His trance relaxed enough to allow his lust to stride forward, enwrap this divine one in one arm, and escort her from the ceremony, walking toward a bower.

"Dear Goddess, stand a moment."

He then kissed her mouth with such sweet gentleness, he felt it would melt him as well as her. Bending gently lower, his teeth bit into her honeytoned neck, over and over, each nip an inch lower than the last.
 
OOC

Thank you ladies and gentlemen who have answered to my casting call. THIS THREAD IS NOW CLOSED, we do not accept more players. Artful has been the last one to sign up (or rather has gracefully agreed to join:) )
 
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ARTHAIRE

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Arthaire(his friends called him Art)
A woodsman,thirty three years of age,dark complexioned,his shadowy body had not a trace of hair on it.The exception was two smooth eyebrows, which laid in gentle arcs above two piercing gold flecked,dark brown eyes.

His muscular 5' 11",200 lb. frame was compact,and his strong legs took such strides,that few could match his pace.His countenance was confident,but mannerly.When he spoke,...it was with a gentle firmness which women adored.

He listened quietly to the excited chattering of the huddled group as he waited for his name to be called.
 
She waited on the marble stairs for a man to pick her name from the large earthen bowl. Her teeth had seized her lip in a nervous bite as she coiled strands of her platium hair around her delicate finger. She whispered to herself…
“it is only your body, not your heart or soul…you can do this…it is your duty.”

Her enchanting sapphire gaze roamed the crowd once more, seeing the couples throughout and her body shuddered softly, drawing her knees upward she curled them underneath her and awaited the sound of her name being called.

She pauses seeing a lull at the bowl and looks around, reaching in she takes her name out of the pot and cups it in her palm, not ready...scared...the paper is played between her fingers.
 
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Diana

His gaze was intense but at the same time extreamly enchanting when he lifted my chin to look upon him.

"Are you a willing student, Diana?" he wispered to me.

'Student?' I thought.'I will be called a student'

I then felt his lips press against mine ever so gently. I felt my body quiver a bit from the touch. I closed my eyes and instinctually reached my hand to touch his face caressing it with my fingertips. I felt a feeling I had never felt before well up inside me. I feeling of want and lust. I wanted to be kissed and touched more.

"I would love to be your student. I'm sure you could teach me much."
 
Zahra

"Dear Goddess, stand a moment."

Zahra stood transfixed. Her breath caught in her throat as she watched Beren’s lips lower to hers. It was an achingly tender kiss and she felt herself responding sweetly to it. Her delicate fingers fluttered up along the strong, defined muscles of his arms, to rest upon his face, the warm palms of her hands cradling his cheeks.

Her head tilted back, offering the smooth expanse of her neck to his exploring lips. Her dark, silken tresses slid down her back, black as the Nile on a moonless night. She sighed softly. His gentle lips were soft as rose petals slipping along her skin. The gentle nip from his teeth inflamed her desire, drawing lustful feelings from deep within she had long since thought forgotten.

Her hands began to explore his skin, relishing the warmth and pliancy beneath her eager touch. The firelight made his flesh glow, and Zahra so much wanted to touch all of him.
 
Her gaze fell to ARTHAIRE as her hand clutched the piece of paper once more, he was the only one left as was she and putting her name in there was of no consequence, it was he who would have her. Her gaze drew away from him shyly as she awaited his move to the bowl. She still held her paper in hand quietly. It was only when thier gazes met that the paper was dropped into the bowl.
 
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Leix saunters away from the bower and strides back up on the platform where he can see the various couples pairing up and some already enjoying each other.
Sitting on the edge of the the stairs that he himself had constructed earlier that day he ponders the fickleness of fortune and wishes the two temple girls twittering behind his broad back were old enough to bounce in his lap.
 
Erodicus, The Teacher

"I would love to be your student," said the young beauty reclining beside me on the bower. "I'm sure you could teach me much."

"There is much that I can teach you this night, Diana," I replied. "For we have as much of the night as you desire, and I am a man who prefers to take his time when pleasing a woman."

As I bent my head down again to kiss her soft tender young lips, my hand could not resist the tempting curves of her body, and eased down from her chin, along her graceful neck. My fingertips lightly grazed upon the subtle curves of her shoulders, then fell upon her large breasts, drawing circles on this soft and most sensitive skin. As I cupped her breast gently, my thumb and fingertips teasing the nipple, I could feel the quickened beating of her heart. My hand continued exploring her body, moving down over her belly and to the tender mound between her legs.

My kisses shifted from her lips to her cheek to her ear and neck. Since she had never before been with a man I was determined to make these moments of her first pleasure last. Her beauty was so eternal and beguiling, that I soon realized that there was no place on her body I would not caress, no spot where I did not wish to place my kiss, and not one part of her body to which I would not make love.

Sensing that my kisses were beginning to stir her womanly passions, our kisses became more urgent and her response more willing. I sensed that beneath this sheen of sheer beauty that there was a passionate soul waiting to be released.
 
Diana

I felt this kisses to electrifying against my lips. the gentle caress of his hands along my body drove my senses mads with desire. Every touch he made along my body gently tingled with sensation. his touch soon moved to my breast and nipple, already hardening. i could feel my back eging to arch a bit as i felt him trace his fingers areound the sensitive parts.

I reached my hands up to touch him, one to his shoulder and one to caress along his face. I could feel my breath quickening with every kiss and every touch.

His hand moved to my innocent sex and i could feel his fingers dance among the soft hairs. I felt my body shake as the shivers ran up and down my back.

My body pressed deeper into his and I felt the warmth rise up between us.
 
Zona, One of Ariana's Priestess'

She stepped from behind one of the pillars on the platform and studied the back of Leix as he sat upon the steps in deep thought. Not wanting to startle him, she approached slowly, slipping to her knees behind him.

Her touch upon his bare shoulder was warm and light, like that of a dove's tail.

"Leix? Would you like some company?"

He turned and gazed into her softly sparkling eyes. A smile curled the corners of his mouth as he patted the ground beside him. "Please."
 
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Erodicus, The Teacher

Diana's touch fell upon me as if a bolt of lightning from the heavens. I could feel the rising tide of passion in her trembling body as my fingertips grazed lightly through the soft downy fur near her warm pussy. Her hand on my face seemed to be guiding me as I drew my kisses from the soft skin of her neck and out along her shoulders, my tongue tracing the pathway.

I had never tasted a body so sweet, and skin so soft. As I looked back to her face and saw the look of lust and passion in her face, I couldn't resist placing another kiss to her sweet lips. There were many things that I wished to show her this night, but wanted to take my time. I helped her lay back onto my soft cloak covering the bower.

"I trust that you will enjoy this, Diana," I whispered, before lowering my kisses to her neck and made a warm wet journey down toward her heaving breasts.

I savored the taste and texture as I explored each inch of her body. My tongue drew circles around each one moving closer with each pass to the nipples which were now standing out provacatively from her body. As I tenderly kissed each one, she shivered. Thinking I had jurt her, I looked up but could tell from her expression that she was enjoying my loving attentions. She gazed at me and again raised her hand to my face.
 
Zona was a pretty thing and he could remember her emerald eyes watching them as he and Ariana made love in the Temple pool.
Her dark hair fell in waves over the simple white garment the neophytes wore, she had the face almost of a child but a mischievious one for sure.
"Lass, you are to young I fear, you know the rules of the festival, mores the pity, for you do stir me girl."

In fact between his muscular thighs, the stirring was obvious.
She smiled sweetly and reached a delicate hand towards his rigid staff, running a beautifuly manicured fingernail lightly down it's length.

He jumped! Good Gods what is the child trying to do to me!

"You know Leix..."
She was whispering against his cheek,
"...I'll be eighteen at midnight and that's less than an hour away. In the meantime we could..."
A dainty tongue darting in his ear, her fine soft hands closing around his cock, couples in public copulation at their feet!
Was she telling the truth?!...
Fuck it!...who cares!
 
Seduction

Since the very first time she'd laid eyes upon him, she knew she wanted him. When he had made love to Ariana in the Temple pool, she wished so badly that it were her depths that he was pressing into with the full length of his manhood. She had never whispered a word of this to anyone for fear that it would get back to Ariana.

What caused her current lack of modesty and restraint, she couldn't be sure, but the fire between her nubile thighs had singed her senses. She wanted him now! Consequences be damned.

She had moved quickly to overcome any objections on his part, her soft hand fluttering down and landing firmly on his thickening cock as her tongue flickered in and out of his ear. Then she spoke the magical words that she knew he needed to hear. . .

"...I'll be eighteen at midnight and that's less than an hour away. In the meantime we could..."

She didn't need to tempt him any further. He swept her up in his strong arms and marched off towards the bowers, her tongue still firmly planted in his ear.
 
ARIANA

Ariana looked around, surprised that Ptolemy hadn't come up to claim his lady. Well, these things happen, she thought, maybe he had a tummy ache and had to go to the woods.

She looked out on th crowd to see if she could spot him, but he was still not in sight. But she sensed that the people were becoming restless. "He'll get his turn later," she thought again.

"If Ptolemy is not here, I will now call ARTHAIRE!" she called out.
 
Art

OOC: As I stood basking in the warmth of the huge fire built in the open square, my mind recalled certain events that had transpired since my arrival a little over a year ago. <Smirking> I thought to myself, " Yes,...Luperca,...The central town of a small country, surrounded by lush forests, and THAT being encircled by barren waste as far as the eye could see. I knew it well, for I was not native to this land. I had traveled from a far distant land, and had been near exhaustion when I spied the vibrant green, splashed across the horizon. I remembered well how the local citizenry had rejected me solely by the color of my skin. Even though they feared me, being a peaceful people, they would do me no harm. They also did not aid me in my hour of need. I would never forget how near starvation I had been before the elder scribe had secretly taught me the ways of the forest.(who would have thought a mere scribe would have such knowledge)"
"Shortly after my arrival,...Luperca had performed the same ceremony as was taking place tonight. The High Priestess,...Ariana,... (wanting to help me assert myself with the citizenry)called out my name FIRST. Having bowed to the Mayor, I cast my garments into the fire and approached Ariana to kiss each ample breast as tradition required. Her beauty could not be ignored, and even before the first kiss was placed on her taut nipple, my shaft had protruded its full eight and one half inches."
" One by one, I reached forth to pull a different scroll from the pot, only to see a damsel twist, and fade away into a darkened alley, not responding to the calling of her name. After three times calling out a different name each time, Ariana stepped close to me and whispered, (so as to not embarrass me further) ’I am so sorry, but I think it best you not attempt anymore,...maybe next year,...ok?’ Knowing she was correct, I stepped down from the platform and silently walked away." "As the scribe had learned of the event later, by hearing men jest of the occasion, his fury at such injustice increased his desire to teach me all he could. From the first onset of his kindness, I began cutting and delivering wood to the scribes house. Stacking it neatly corded after the fashion. Though he tried many times to compensate me for my labors, I quietly declined to accept payment. " "Having made many visits to his home, I was able to view his only daughter as she pursued her daily activities. I noticed her frequently observing me, as I toiled with stacking the wood I had brought. She seemed to be enthralled with my form,...perhaps the unusual darkness of my skin. At times she appeared to be lost in a dream, a dream of a desired vision of submission. The submission of one who had found her lover, and was about to be taken. I of course, burned with lust each time I saw her, for I had not entered a woman since long before I had crossed the barren wasteland."
"On the day before the ceremony, I had delivered wood to the scribes home. For the first time, she approached me with her head bowed , saying in a timid voice, ‘Sir,...tomorrow is the day of the ceremony, and my father has assured me, I could wait up till the last moment before placing my name in the pot, and not subject his house to any penalty from the Mayor,...or the High Priestess. If you will only wait till then and claim me,...I would be yours.’ Without waiting for my answer, her face a scarlet shade of red, she tuned and raced into the house."

Her name was Saffira!
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"If Ptolemy is not here, I will now call ARTHAIRE!",my mind jumped to the present as I heard my name called out loudly from the platform.

I had observed Saffira going to the pot more than once,and I wondered at her actions.The fear showed plainly on her face along with disappointment, uncertainty and despair,as I saw her hand hover above the earthen pot time and again.

Viewing her,as I bowed to the Mayor and proceeding to shrug off my hooded cloak to cast it in the fire,I pondered the possibility of her father having forced her into sacrificing herself to me ... in payment for services rendered,but...I thought it not likely,as he had proven his kindness to me more than once.

Seeing the immediate change in her expression,as she openly *sighed* in relief,at hearing my name called,...I smiled inwardly with the knowledge that she truly desired to be taken by none other than I.

With a single bound,I went from the ground to stand before Ariana.Naked,...my member quivering in an upward curve and standing just above her navel,as I bent to lavish a lingering kiss on the rubied tips of her breasts.

With hooded eyes,I gazed at Saffira as I pulled a bit of parchment from the pot,..not looking at it, ... and cast it carelessly to the side,speaking with a commanding voice as our eyes locked fixedly on each other,I said," Saffira,... RISE !"
 
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He held her in his arms effortlessly. As they walked past the couples all engaged in heated intercourse, in delicious acts of lust, Leix contemplated the many things he would do to this girl. She was like a sweet pastry, something to be savored like wine, sampled, tasted and then drunk down, a heady liquor.
Zona's hands were moving in his thick hair, her chiton had slipped to reveal a delicate rose tipped mound that set his mouth watering.

"You are sweet enough to eat my little Priestess." and to prove it he pulled her up until his lips could close on her virgin breast and sucked her like a baby. Thus they came to the bower and he laid her down on it.

Music was pounding, a heavy beat that shook the ground. Fires burned in half a dozen places and smoke rolled across the compound. The air was cool but all was at a fever pitch.
Leix knelt before the girl and his rough strong hands took her legs above the knee and stroked up her thighs carrying the thin robe with them till it lay across her waist.
He kissed the inside of each knee and slowly spread her cream smooth legs apart.
"Show me what I want to see,"
he told her and stood up, his cock, massive, thick and eager clutched in his hand.
 
ARIANA

Ariana looked out over the town square, the light of the bonfire flickering and making shadows dance on the cobblestones. She saw couples entwined deeply engrossed in each other, and smiled. God, but she loved this festival. It was so beautiful to see all that loving.

But what was that? Leix and Zona? No, she was not yet entitled to. and there was always a special ceremony to deflower a priestess. These two were trespassing!

She walked over to the bower the two were in with the intention of scolding Zona. But when she saw the two from up close, she couldn't but remember how Leix had satisfied her earlier, his powerful thrusts making her cum over and over again. She understood now how Zona must have felt, seeing her and Leix, how it must have inflamed her, making her ache for him too, and shecouldn't hide a smile. Oh well, she knew that Zona would be 18 in a couple of hours, she would just use her magic so that the gods would not remember.

Raising both her arms over the pair, she intoned some spells, and lo! suddenly Zona's body filled out, looking riper and lusher, not as slight as a child as she did before. She still looked very young, but certainly mature enough to be eligible for this festival. She noted a surprised look on Leix' face, but a happy one at that.

Smiling, she turned away and walked back to the podium. As she turned around, she saw the dark skinned Arthaire take Saffira's small white hand in his dark paw. She shivered at the erotic sight. She remembered the year before, when Arthaire was rejected by 3 maidens. Fearing that he might run amok, she asked him to withdraw, meaning to take him herself later, as she'd been inflamed by the sight of his naked body with his magnificent erect love pole. By tradition, she had to pair off with the Mayor first - a different one from now - but after her romp with him she couldn't find Arthaire and assumed that he'd gone off dejectedly. Now she hoped that she'd get her chance with him later that night.

All names had been called and all scrolls picked up, although she still couldn't see Ptolemy claim the only maiden left. Now she waited for the Mayor to lay claim on her.
 
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Saffira

Her innocence was disarming, almost stunning. Her enchanting gaze fell upon ARTHAIRE
As his tongue flickered the peaks of the beautiful Ariana. Her canine teeth had seized hold of her bottom tier and she quickly averted her gaze from the passionate molesting. The blush held high in her cheeks.
She saw his strong hand dip into the abyss of the bowl, her bewitching eyes could not be torn from it as it seemed her lungs screamed with the lack of breathing she did at that moment. Her pools of pale indigo drifted up to his eyes where he held her command, their gazes locked in a myriad of silent desire.


saffira,... RISE !

As if in a trance by his spell she walked to him. The natural sway of her captivating hips danced before his gaze and she halted before him, a mere whisper from their bodies touching and she bowed her head, sending ringlets of gold to possessively grip the slopes of her lethal body.

With this most exquisite of gestures, she offered herself wordlessly to him.
 
Laertes let his hands drop from the podium, as no one was paying attention to the front anymore. All the young ones off in their own world of passion and romance.
Ahhh, to be young again. The sturdy males could go all night, have many partners. He envied them, but with age there did come esperience. Something he would not change for the world.
And, he would at least have the high priestess.
Gently his hands carressed over her arms as he pressed himself behind her.
"I know tonight you are first entitled to me, but I still must ask. Ariana, will you have me tonight?"
His lips came down to her neck.
 
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