TRILOGY PATIENCE, LEARNING, AND LIVING
By Bancu and JLNicky
Lesson 2 – Learning
or
How Elf revealed her secret identity…
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jlnickymaster:
GASP...<narrowing eyes in defiance>
<Tossing hair and posturing with a relaxed sensuality flowing through my body>
"Do you think you have won this battle?"
My eyes capture you in their hungry gaze.
"There is naught but me to fill your hunger, my dread warrior. I am the cream for which your lion spirit will crave to drink"
<Shifting slightly to enhance the curved view>
"Come play with me, wise one. I am always ready to play."
-Nic
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BanCu:
Absently I stroke the soft curly fur of my wolfhound, Bran, whose head is lying against my outstretched legs.
Looking up, my gray-blue eyes narrow thoughtfully.
*The fiery cub is back I see...*
Shifting in my oversized oaken chair, the deeply carved whorls comfortingly familiar under my hand, I stare down at this defiant one, my curiosity, and hunger, under excellent control.
"Tell me, little one...are you here to give me a gift or demand of me a present? Not all are prepared to pay the Lion's price."
-BanCu
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jlnickymaster:
"The price of slaves I see in your crowns eye. I shall be no ones slave of pleasure." <tossing my hair>
My breasts heave as I watch your hand stroke the beast beside you. My rings press forward as my nipples tighten beneath the silk halter I have chosen to wear.
"I demand nothing but your eyes to crave my sight. I demand nothing but your lips to give me pleasure. I demand nothing but your touch, freely given to that beast, to feel my skin and heat as you have imagined a thousand times. My demand is naught but the air you breath too shallow as the scent of my arousal flows over your senses to cause your breath to be captured. I am not a playful gift to be taken. I will cut you deep as you seek out my blade."
The weight of my burning gaze rakes over your countenance in disdain. Your calm and infuriating posture grates at my nerves when I know you have so much more to show me.
"Take care how you control the fires, my warrior. The flame can be quenched if not fed."
I turn my back to your vision knowing this will rile your passions. You who like to control and lead will not be able to resist the tease of my svelte shape and taut muscles as my silk covered halter vee's down to the very edge of my curved buttocks. The luminous material slides over me as a second skin gifting the watcher with intimacy and barricade.
I hear a rustle from behind me. <I smile knowingly>
-Nic
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BanCu:
My hand hesitates a moment at the mention of slaves. Does she know of my tastes then?
I continue to watch her as she defies all protocol, secretly savoring the passionate stance, enjoying the flashes of imagery that come to mind as I picture how I shall take her and when.
<I muse silently to myself...> *This one does not claim to be a body slave yet she wears the rings of one trained as such. She does not carry herself as a slave yet she desires my control.*
My gaze flickers back to you and I notice how your eyes are focused so on the stroking motions of my hand to pelt.
*Ahhh, already you give yourself away, little cub. I can practically smell you from here.*
Next to me my first lieutenant shifts heatedly at your passionate demands and I smile secretly.
*Perhaps I should simply give this one to the guards to enjoy? I won't tell them of the knife…that should make things more...interesting...for my Amasons...*
With the smallest of movements I gesture my lieutenant closer. As she bends to hear my order I do not break my gaze from the shapely figure now turned backside to me…and I suddenly change my mind.
:whispering: "Bring this one closer...and do it...carefully..."
As I shift my weight again Bran grows bored and wanders off to find his affection somewhere else. Leaning forward, chin in hand I watch as the muscular curves bring new images to mind - thighs splayed, ass up, supple curves moving in rhythm under my strong, demanding hands, thrusting, groaning, wetness everywhere – briefly I close my eyes as I feel my carefully tended control slip slightly towards wanton desire. I have always had a weakness for such body slaves though the proud, passionate ones are rare indeed.
Head held high, you refuse to be touched by the advancing guard but allow yourself to be backed closer to me as I wait and watch the lovely view.
Shifting to the edge of my seat I slowly uncoil my long frame and advance confidently down the few steps towards you. Are you nervous? You seem agitated yet still you hold yourself proud, defiant. <I smile wickedly> I remember your head pressed against my thigh, the sounds you made as I captured your rings in my mouth...and I lick my lips subconsciously in anticipation.
As I wave them away, my guards step back to the edges of the room and leave us to stare at each other. Slowly, I circle you, my body so close I can feel the heat radiating off your skin. Oh so softly I run my fingertip down the curve of your ass to see your reaction. Stepping around to the front I can see your rings clearly through the strained fabric.
"These rings belong to me..." I growl.
You hiss but I reach out and take you by the nape of the neck pulling you close...so close I can smell how wet you are. My lips are a mere breath from yours, your breasts pressed against mine, my thigh hard against the cleft of your legs, and I hold you still, savoring your need.
Slowly I slide around to the back of you, my powerful hands about your body keeping you still, taking liberties with the taut, muscular femaleness of your body. Quickly reaching around to the front of you I slip my hand between your legs, and as you gasp, I pull you hard against me. My other hand, fingers twined in your thick hair, holds your head tilted back towards my mouth.
"Tell me, cub," I whisper huskily into a delicate ear. "Do you have a ring here for me as well?"
-BanCu
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jlnickymaster:
My hips thrust forward against your questing fingers. Your rigid control of my head leaves my sight focused on your face as I hate you with my eyes. My body gives you what you seek as we meet once more.
I crave your touch. The silk folds of my dress are but flower petals to be brushed aside from my waist with your strong hands. The material of the parted silk hides your fingers from the others in the room and I feel their stare bore through my skin as they seek out your method. I look into your eyes knowing the surrounding audience has further fed your rushing hunger.
I cannot show the others what you are doing. I must not show them. I know this step in our continued dance. You are testing me. Your fingers dance in my wet slick folds, sliding through me, into me. My nostrils widen as I take in your girth letting it slide inside. You draw it out slowly only to push inward again. I will not shudder. I will not shudder.
You grin, your teeth seem sharpened to my vision. I see your pleasure at my wetness. I know you think I'm willful. Your fingers caress my inner walls. I ride you as you enter me over and over. The subtle sign of my familial trait begins to rise as my passion grows. I need to show you just a taste of my true person. My eyes gleam brighter, unnaturally so, a shining essence from within. The dark pupils grow focused as we lock gazes and you see my nature. You blink at the sight and a dawning understanding takes you. You who have traveled so far should know the presence of the Kinterkin. I show, only to you, the inner light of my forbearers. I have hidden this from all, knowing my kind have been sought by many devious and black of heart. How you use this knowledge will still be seen.
I'm sure your mind is swimming. Your finger is still stroking me and I slide my hand a half an inch over your shoulder to press my fingernails into your skin. Blood is drawn as I scratch you back to reality. Your eyes glare at me. I grin. My smile, known to throw the willing into a daze, catches you off guard, as I suddenly clench my muscles. Your finger is trapped for a moment against my silk walls. Have I not ridden every Annu on the strength of my Ashida's bare back to hunt for the little Rishta's? I, more than anyone, know my body and you will too.
I see your eyes lower to a predatory hooded gaze. A single droplet of sweat beads at your temple. Leaning forward I slowly, ever so slowly, lick the drop from your salted skin.
-Nic
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BanCu:
As I catch the gleaming gift in your eyes my mind separates from the delicious feel of silky wetness against my long fingers. *Kinterkin…*
Puzzle pieces begin to fall into place even as the hunger inside me quickens. I have gathered the stories to myself, some more remote than most have heard, and I know of what I hold in my hands.
*Finally. A challenge so bold it came looking for me…*
My fingers continue their test, exploring with wanton abandon, even as a part of me admires your self-restraint. My Amasons are not so disciplined it seems or is that your influence as well?
*Such a wild flavor she must have. If only I could taste but I know the price…if the stories are true*
<I think to warn myself>*Careful warrior…this one is different from all the others…*
The sudden pain from your nails brings my senses back to high alert and I growl a warning even as my own desire heightens. I did not give you permission to touch me yet here you are, now, shivers slipping down my spine, taking liberties as your tongue delicately traverses my temple.
*What will she feel like against my skin?*
I catch that thought before it begins exploring its full potential. *I will not fall under this one’s spell no matter how good she feels.* For good measure you nip my ear and I can’t let that one go. Hissing, I slip my hand from your hair and slide it around your neck and under your chin. Quickly turning your head away from me, exposing your neck, I sink my teeth warningly into the sweet, muscular flesh. Slowly, I slide my fingers from your fiery center, just one fingertip coming to rest against your hard, pulsating clit. I have every Amason’s eye, and body, now in my grasp.
Oh so softly, I begin to circle that delicate point, testing your immediate limit, my ultimate goal is selfish of course. I want to feel, even for just a tiny moment, you move against me. Carefully, I release my hold on your neck and lick my marking. My lips move to your ear.
:whispering: “Tell me, my fierce one…” <my finger continues it’s wicked dance – I feel your clit becoming even more swollen beneath my attentions> “…are the stories true?”
Reluctantly, my fingers pull away from your center. Slowly I slide my hands up to your shoulders and pull the silk down about your waist. Is that a growl I hear? Your breasts jut proudly in the cool air and my fingers ache to touch your rings.
I can feel your breath quicken but still your control does not slip. Teasingly, I slide two fingers back down into your honeyed wetness but I do not enter you. Easing out from under the silk I paint each hardened nipple with your essence, the musky sweetness causing me to lick my lips. Your eyes follow my hand as I raise my fingers to my mouth but I stop suddenly.
<Leaning close I touch my fingers to your lips instead and whisper> “Again, Kinter Cub, are the stories true then? Will I lose myself to you if I take of your essence. I can not afford that kind of…addiction.”
-BanCu
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jlnickymaster:
It's a fierce longing I have for you; I crave your succulent essence. Ever since I felt the first bold brush of your fingers roaming over the curve of my hip, that downward stroke of your palm on the curve of my bottom telling me I was desire in your hands, have
I looked upon you with a sharp eye.
I am Kinterkin, the eldest cast of my Elvin race, the purest survivor kin bred from the ashes of the ruins of Mount Kinter during the Printan Wars. We, the few, living and learning, are full of power without age. We have honed our life skills to the finest pleasure and the sharpest pain. We have knowledge so ancient that the highest of kings and queens seek out our council.
Yet we take a price to those that seek to ensnare us.
The mightiest of leaders soon find our bond irresistible; a fruit full of passion, tasted only at the perfect ripeness, the most prized of all species.
Dwindling in numbers we have been forced to hide our true selves, becoming recluse, protective of our own. I am taking a risk with you. I can see your power, your raw edge of anger. You struggle to be tamed while in your heart you are wild and run among the fierce animals, dominating, seeking.
I too am a seeker for my own lineage.
I seek at a pace you could not possibly understand. I am ageless, timeless, without a fuse. Although so young, my tide is rising and singing to me. When you are in the room I feel drawn to test you and yet I find myself tempted. Yes you are tempting. Your scent, and control and patience could make me bend myself to your will. But, you must pay that price. I cannot stop my need to draw that energy to me. You must willingly sacrifice. You know of my kind, you will either know of the burning need or have me seek elsewhere.
Even now you should not taste me. I will only drift inside you and become your waking want, you're sleeping pleasure.
Your finger circles me over and over and I feel my powers surge. You make me swell with your touch. You're deliberating within while I press forward to make you stroke me, as the edge nears. My body throbs with need. This is so perfect your hand on me. I could close my eyes and still see the blinding light.
Your fingers flick my clit with precision, pressure, speed, and demands. I almost crest as you watch my eyes. It's so close.
You're fingers withdraw. My heart screams even as I grind my teeth and release a low growl in dismay. I cannot show my need. I cannot show my desire. I almost hate you for your smugness. I see your heart is beating fast and I revel that I have affected you as well. You must not play this game further or we will burn together.
-Nic
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