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2 Prince Jaseth, second in line for the Elven throne, slowly stirred twards awake. It was his prefered method of waking, but he was so rarely allowed this luxury with his Courtly Dutties. As his conciouseness came into focus his senses reminded him of the the previouse night. The warm, soft, suple, body that cudled against his back had to be his older concubine Avrin. The warm, firmer, smaller body ,he was spooning with, had to the blond, little Te. Jaseths left arm was d****d over her body...
The overly gaudy, exquisitely tooled, and finely gilded doors were pulled open to the roar of trumpets announcing his arrival. Brash as ever, the man in the black mantle with the large silver broach just over his thick shoulder boldly strode into the Queen’s court. ‘Count Tomas of Aquee!’ shouted the portly and balding herald, emphasizing the name with a hefty thump of his bronze tipped staff upon the ancient marble of the great hall. The old portly man had to lumber indignantly to place...
1 Prince Jaseth had returned to pallace after vigorousely training most of the night with the Shadow Blades. It Was Well after midnight when he crept into his Private Chambers. He imediately noticed a candle light coming frow under his bed chamber door. "I know I Did not light it," he thought. "And the maids know better." He drew his thin Elven Blade silently and slipped just as silent twards the light. As He reached the door he stopped and listened intently. His Elven ears picked up...
Prince Lar of Arabia stood by the window of his room and gazed at the moon with no shirt and only a robe bottom on. His attendant came in and announced the arrival of the next prisoner of the night. Lar smiled and walked over to the door to welcome the guest. He gazed all over the body of the girl in shackles and handcuffed. ‘You may go,’ he said, dismissing the attendants without even looking away. The young girl was exquisite, with large brown eyes, tanned skin, and soft, magnomious curls....
Thule lay on his back with Dawn curled against his side. Her breathing was even and untroubled. He kept his eyes closed for a long time, but sleep would not come. He wasn't really surprised. It was much too early, the light was still on, and a million thoughts raced through his head. As pleasant as it was to just lie there in a post-coital drowse, Thule was somewhat relieved when the indicator on his PC cam software emitted a soft beep and started to flash. Thule slid out of bed, retrieved...
“What’s wrong? What’s wrong?”Anthea looked up at her mum as she sat down at the dining table. “Nothing is wrong,” Anthea responded watching as her mum hurriedly dried her hands with a tea towel.“Is the baby okay? Are you okay? Is Jack okay?” she asked as her husband came into the room and pulled up a seat at the table.“We’re all fine Mum,” she responded exasperated with her mum’s anxiety. “I have something to tell you.”“Sit down Helen,” her dad snapped. “Give the lass a chance to speak.”Anthea...
Uther By Ellie Dauber (c) 2006 Introduction According to the legends of King Arthur, Merlin changed Uther Pendragon into a double for Duke Gorlois, so he could spend the night with Ygraine, the Duke's wife. Ygraine and Gorlois had three daughters: Elaine, Morgause, and Morgan le Faye. During their time together, Ygraine became pregnant with the child who was to become King Arthur. Uther's men killed Gorlois that same night. This is my TG (of course) version of what...
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Extreme Porn WebsitesChapter Fifteen: Rewarding the Naughty Princess By mypenname3000 Copyright 2020 Note: This story was commissioned by Ultrasound 7 and has allowed me to share it with you. This may contain scenarios and acts that I normally wouldn't write. There will be a strong sex slave/domination theme. I will keep this from violating any cannon established in the world and I developed the mythology that drives this story. Kurtis – Ankush, the Queendom of Naith Wood burst, drawing me out of sleep. I...
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Taressi and Marquaise followed the page to their master’s chambers in silence, it had appeared obvious to them both that Count Tomas was needed by her majesty. They had retired from the hall to prepare his chamber for him. As they filtered through the darkly lit halls of the palace, the only noise was the footfalls of the page and occasional rustle of the diathermanous skirts they both wore. Taressi could not believe such opulence as they passed through the gilded halls of royalty. She could...
. . . and began to mouth each other's breasts. If you recall, the Princess has very dark, bold nipples - with large aereolae. Lise, predictably so for a blonde, has small nipples (about pea-sized) and light pink adorns them.Red tongues were flipping back and forth, as they stimulated each other. After a few minutes, they stopped - and the Princess turned to the camera and asked, "Are you O.K.?" Naturally, by now, my hands were quite active. There was so much breast action going on, I found...
. . . began to kiss. First, very lightly - then a bit more passionately. Well, they got the attention of both of us (me and my dick). For two women that handn't been together before, they seemed to be naturals. The tipping of the heads as they kissed showed not a bit of clumsiness. The fingertips caressing each other's cheeks was incredible. They DID take a break - first to giggle, then to look at me, then to resume kissing.Their hands began to slip down to their chests. Lisa appeared to be...
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Once they were in the car and headed to her house, Marigold found it easy to become hypnotized by the dashed white lane dividers going past. Street lights were few and far between and traffic sparse. As focused as she was, Marigold could let the rest of the world recede into darkness. Despite the warmth of late spring, she shivered. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Thule reach for the heat control, his eyebrow raised in an obvious question. Marigold shook her head once in the...
Marigold half hoped that Jonas would have forgotten about Bible study and gone to bed. It was a forlorn hope at best. He'd never forgotten--not once. By the time Thule dropped her off in front of her house, Marigold felt both weary and jittery. She would have been happy to head straight for the shower and get some sleep. But, Jonas was still in his study, the door half open, the staccato sound of typing clear in the otherwise-silent house. Marigold knocked hesitantly on the door,...
Marigold woke several times during the night, trying to snatch at the remnants of a dream already half-forgotten. It seemed like every time she closed her eyes, she dreamed that she was being made love to--sometimes by Thule, sometimes by Elliot, sometimes by a man whose face she couldn't see. And sometimes... well, they were just dreams, not to be dwelled on. She woke for the last time wrapped up in sheets soaked with sweat. Even so, she lay there for a few minutes gathering her thoughts....
Jonas must have talked to Holly after he left Marigold's room. A few minutes later, she knocked tentatively on her daughter's door. "Marigold, do you still want to shop for your dress today? I can call Mrs. Copcek and reschedule." Marigold laughed weakly, "No. I think I want to go all the more now." Holly smiled gently, "That's the spirit." Marigold stood up and smoothed out her clothes, "I want Elliot to see what he gave up." Holly's laugh was genuine, "You still thinking...
When Marigold woke, the world seemed to have gone fuzzy around the edges. She was alone in the bed. Her head ached. She'd slept so soundly that she had cricks in her neck and back. She was still sticky from the night before. Groaning, she hoisted herself up onto her elbows, opening her eyes only reluctantly. Early morning light slanted in from the window. On the bedside table, an airline-sized bottle of vodka stood open, a third of the way full. Marigold chuckled darkly. She'd never had...
"Maya," said Marigold, trying to keep her voice calm. She wanted to pull away from her old friend's embrace, but was afraid to. Maya's chuckle was as cold and dead as her voice, "I bet you didn't expect to see me tonight. How are you, my dearest friend?" Marigold was saved from answering by Thule closing the door behind her. She turned to watch him. He was very careful not to meet her eyes, his face blank and unreadable. He walked past the two of them, unbuttoning his jacket and...
Marigold woke when she felt Thule's weight settle at her feet on the couch. She rolled over onto her back and pulled the blanket down from her face. Thule was dressed in his suit and tie again, ready for another day of meetings. He smiled at her uncertainly, "Morning." Marigold stretched as best she could without exposing herself with Thule sitting on the end of her blanket. "I want to get a look at you," he said. When Marigold hesitated, he added, "to make sure there's no lasting...
Marigold's parents did not ask about her weekend. They never asked anything that would require a discussion of Aunt Vera. They were torn between their desire to pretend the woman didn't exist and their equally strong desire that Marigold know her father's family. She felt bad about using that conflict to deceive them, but she didn't feel like she had much of a choice. They never would have let her go to New York with Thule if she'd just asked. Thule would never had let her say...
Leaving Marigold dozing, curled up on the bed, Thule went into the bathroom to splash some cold water on his face. Gazing into the mirror over the sink, he took a personal inventory. He was starting to show stubble and, in two or three days, would need to shave again. He was also starting to develop dark circles under his eyes again, but they did not look so bad on his tanned face as they had as when they were the only color he had. Still, he was getting deep into sleep debt and would have to...
When Thule pulled up in front of Dawn's house the next morning, she was sitting on the curb. Her head was down, so intent on the book in her lap that she didn't look up until Thule had stopped his car in front of her. Sliding the book into her bag, she unfolded into a standing position. Thule watched the process, thinking about what Marigold had implied in her question about being with women and suppressed a shiver at the visual that hit him. As disturbing as the whole scene with Maya had...
"What are you doing here?" Thule asked, sounding weary and resigned. "You don't answer your e-mail," Maya replied, "You don't log on to instant messenger or, if you do, you do so in stealth mode. I wanted to talk to you." "I have a phone," Thule pointed out. "Would I have had any better luck?" Maya asked. By way of answer, Thule said, "I've been busy." "With Mari-go-old?" Maya said the name like a taunt. "With Ivan Vandevoort, if you must know," said Thule. "Are you...
When Thule knocked on Marigold's front door Sunday afternoon, Jonas answered, coming outside and pulling the door shut behind him, "We're running a little bit late, I'm afraid. I got held up by some matters at church and that cascaded." "No problem," said Thule. "How have you been, Jonas?" "Busy," said Jonas, "Every free moment I can get, I've been talking to Artie McNamara. I'm trying to fix a lifetime of ignorance in a few weeks' time while planning a major corporate...
Marigold sat on her front porch, dozing a little as she waited for Thule's car to appear. She'd made the mistake of coming down late for breakfast the day after what Holly referred to as a "cooking day." When she came down to the breakfast table, she immediately recognized her mistake. Before she could reach for an apple or get her yoghurt out of the refrigerator, Holly put a plate piled high with scrambled eggs, biscuits, and a thick slice of ham. "Mom," she protested. "I can't eat...
As he and Dawn took their leave of Marigold, Thule shook his head to himself, drew a cigarette out of his pack, and lit it. There was a small risk a teacher would make him extinguish it, but he decided to chance it. Now that he was smoking again, he found that it helped him think. "Can I get one of those?" Dawn asked. Thule looked at her suspiciously. He had a feeling Dawn and Marigold were in some sort of cahoots now, but wasn't sure over what. There were too many meaningful looks...
Marigold watched Dawn with a clinical eye as Thule drove them towards his house. Her first aid instructor at the hospital had been an emergency room nurse who had taken great pains to remind her students that not all injuries were immediately visible or even physical. According to the nurse, it wasn't all that uncommon for a patient to completely avoid physical injury, then die of shock because it went undiagnosed. She didn't say anything, though. For the time being, Dawn seemed all right....
Thule sat in his car, parked on the mountain across from the Vandevoort Estate, smoking a cigarette and watching. The party was obviously a much larger event than he had anticipated. The first guests were already arriving and handing their cars over to valets who were driving them over to the empty, grassy space a quarter mile down the road. Assuming they expected to fill the lot they'd cordoned off, there would be easily five to six hundred cars by the time they were done. Stripping out of...
Thule woke with the sun hitting him in the face. The alarm clock's display was lost in direct sunlight, so he had to stagger over to his desk to find out that it was just past six thirty. He groaned. Five and a half hours of sleep were not enough, not after yesterday or, for that matter, the whole week. He should go back to bed. But, there was too much to do and his tossing and turning would only serve to wake Sveta. He decided he would rather have an hour or two to get things done before he...
It took Dawn several minutes to stop shaking with rage. She sat on a small stone bench at the edge of Thule's property line, overhung with the branches of the first few trees of the forest that started abruptly at the edge of the grass. From that vantage, she could see Jake come out of the house, light a cigarette as he scanned the yard, then come up the path towards her. She pointed to the cigarette in his mouth, "Give me one of those." "You smoke now?" asked Jake, drawing out the...
Despite the girls' efforts not to wake him, Thule was up shortly after nine. He'd woken up earlier, but a quick glance at the other bed coupled with the sounds of muffled giggles and other, more guttural sounds convinced him that getting up at that point would either force him into an awkward rejection or make them take even longer than it already was to get out of the city. In spite of that, he still nearly got up anyway. It clearly didn't fit into his plans, but he was still male and...
Thule woke at six thirty, half an hour before his alarm would have gone off. As he tried to detach himself gracefully from Dawn, whose head was laid across his chest, she looked up sleepily, "Is it morning?" "More or less," Thule said. "I need to get some things done before I head into the city." Dawn stretched, "Want me to make breakfast?" "It's early yet," said Thule. "Go back to sleep." Dawn got up on hands and knees, shaking sleep out of her head, "No. It's all right. I...
"How's your head?" asked Matika. Thule reached up and touched the sore spot tenderly, "Still sore. John really cracked me." "You just startled him," said Matika, "He's not a violent person at all." "I've really got to start asking people to hit me on the other side of the head for a while," said Thule, "I'm going to start looking asymmetrical if I get any more lumps on this one." Matika nodded, "I noticed an old cut and bruise behind your ear. What was that from?" "It...
Thule called Matika back once he was on the road, "Can you talk?" "Yes," said Matika, "I'm headed to Mannsborough right now." "What do you know?" Thule asked. "Not much," said Matika, "Jake called me on my cell. Apparently, Randy and Ivan had some kind of fight about Mrs. Vandevoort. Randy left and came back with a gun. Randy shot Ivan. Jake shot Randy. At some point, Randy shot Jake. It's all very confusing." "Is anyone dead?" asked Thule. "No one was when Jake called...
Thanks to my usual cast and crew of Editors and Advance Readers, most of whom prefer to pretend that they don’t know me and wisely wish to take no responsibility for any part of my addled writings... Il n’est rien de réel que le rêve et l’amour - Nothing is real but dreams and love (from Le Coeur innombrable, IV, Chanson du temps opportun by Anna de Noailles) She was my one true mistress and ever faithful lover, my Green Lady and guardian of my dreams and now that I was back home...
When the car with Jake in it became a dot on the horizon, Thea turned to go back in the house. Suddenly Floyd appeared. “Mrs. Thea, how you be?” Smiling, she knew immediately what he wanted. He had that look and a glance at his crotch confirmed it. The imprint of his cock was prominent as it pushed against the material. “Looks like everyone is gone.” Floyd said. His eyes looking out over the farm. “Yes, I am by myself for at least the next few days.” She replied in an...
“Well, hell,” Thea said as she wiped the beads of perspiration from her face. “I guess ‘spring’ is here, huh?” “Yeah. It’s supposed to be cooler at higher elevation,” I replied. We took a few minutes in the shade by the rocks before rejoining our boyfriends. The four of us had driven up into the pass to hike. According to the weather report, the last coolness of a fading winter was supposed to continue through mid-week, but they were wrong. Actually, from our view from Eagle Point, where we’d...
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