Gifts of welcome [CW]

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Etienne Bernard

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Gifts of welcome [CW]
« on: July 11, 2018, 10:14:52 AM »

Celebrations. The whole temple was alive for it, draped in fabric and lights, from pinnacle to the sprawling city below. Grander than the Temple on Corlay, where Etienne had been born. Ruled by the Priestess Mother. Who had asked for him specifically. A high honor. Higher still to be allowed to sit so near.

Eulalie Reneux. Beautiful, but frigid, Etienne thought. Drawn by the song of her Jewels and the training of his mother. Ready to serve. But his lust wasn’t stirred, no matter how close she sat, or how often her hand rested on his knee (which was not so often as Etienne imagined). No what, or who, stirred his lust, was her companion.

The shadows at her flanks, but a real woman. A slave, Etienne knew, from having asked. From Terreille, they said, as if he had never been. Certainly he hadn’t found such beauty when he had gone. He wanted her, but she belonged to the Priestess Mother. A companion slave so that she did not have to worry about petty squabbles amongst her people for the honor. As such, she was untouchable, unlike the hundreds of others on the island.

He still wanted her. And Eulalie saw (Etienne thought she must see everything) and because she was kind, if cool, she gave her to him. It was as simple as that. Done as a feast was eaten on long tables, sagging beneath the bounty of Paon. ’Take her, my gift to you.’ The Priestess Mother had said prettily, and kissing the girls cheek, just as prettily (it made heat pool in his loins), Eulalie handed her over. The Pruulian girl whose name Etienne could not pronounce.

”You will be Blanche, now.” He informed her. And because one did not scorn a gift from a Priestess,  but elevate it, Etienne decided another thing. ”And you will be my wife.” Because he wanted her. And she had shared the company of the Priestess Mother. A worthy woman, even if she was a slave.

Blanche Bernard

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Re: Gifts of welcome
« Reply #1 on: July 11, 2018, 01:22:05 PM »
Take her. The words rang in her ears. Disappointment a bitter taste at the back of her throat as she looked between Lady Reneaux and the man. One of their warriors, his eyes as hungry as the others. Until that moment she had only looked at them in disdain. None, in all her time on the strange islands, had been allowed to touch her. She had grown comfortable and stupid, too sure of her safety from such things.

What a fool. Lulled into trusting her mistress. That Lady Reneaux was a woman master was part of the false sense of security, she supposed. That and the ease of the responsibilities laid on her in this new place. A slave, yes, but was she really when it only meant being an ear to their important lady? To sleep in a bed finer than any she had ever seen before, and to know the hands on her body would rarely curl in need. And never as violently as those that had touched before.

In the end it was not a position as she had thought. Not a thing she had earned with good servitude. Just a function she had filled. Discarded by this master as easily as she had been by her own mother. A gift.

To a man. This warlord prince with hungry eyes. Stomach weak with fear she sat in the chair they put beside him. Listening with her jaw clenched as he took the last vestige of her childhood. Name culled for one he could say more easily. ”Blanche.” She repeated dully. Trying it on. There were worse things to be called, she decided, scraping the scarred tip of one finger against the smooth skin on her palm.

Blanche his wife. Eyes flicking up she tried to read his face, her own coloring with a wash of emotions. Shyness that he declared it here where other people, important people, could hear. Surprise since being a wife was better than being a slave, at least by some margin. But also anger, because being a wife meant being fucked. What could she do? The lady was watching, everyone was watching.

Shoulders rising she shrugged, ”Then I will be your wife.” There wasn’t any other choice. For now.

Being watched by only one man would make running far easier than living in the temple had been. Maybe, if she was lucky, he wouldn’t share her with his friends first. ”Is there another wife?” She asked, trying to determine how many she would have to fool. To sneak by to reach her freedom. Some of them had large estates with hundreds of slaves. He didn’t hold himself the way those uppity raiders did, though. And he didn’t wear rings on every finger to display his wealth or status. It wasn’t a sure sign, but a girl could hope.

Etienne Bernard

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Re: Gifts of welcome
« Reply #2 on: July 11, 2018, 09:28:43 PM »

”Just so.” He touched a curl of her hair. Like gold silk in his fingers. Her pronunciation almost flawless. Etienne was pleased, but he did not smile. Watched her, instead, hair falling away as he dropped his hand. She was blushing. Blood stirring and making her face flushed. Etienne’s blood stirred too, but he did not blush.

Did not care who was looking, or listening. She was his, and what he chose to do with her was his alone.

”Of course you will be,” Etienne corrected her gently. For her sake, because people were listening and watching. The Mother Priestess especially.   But his smile was full of teeth. It might have amused him that she thought she had any say in the matter, had he been a man to laugh.

Relaxing into his seat, Etienne picked at the food on his plate. Hungry but too tense to eat. Too eager, if he was honest, turning his chair so he could see her better, long legs kicked out in front of him. His hair was braided to one side, the leather thong that held it studded with semiprecious stones.

”No. There is just you.” For now, his tone implied. Etienne chewed, eyes eating her. He drew her chair closer with his foot. ”Would you be jealous, if there were?” One day he would have another wife. A woman born to Paon. Spread his bloodline to Thure. Too concentrated back home. Here there were many new beginnings.

”Eat.” Tomorrow, he thought. They could get a priestess tomorrow to see them wed. Now he just had to choose if he would wait or not. ”Do you want me to feed you?” They had not brought her a plate. Not at the Priestess Mother’s side nor at his. He would feed her from his own. By his hand or hers.

Blanche Bernard

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Re: Gifts of welcome
« Reply #3 on: July 11, 2018, 11:19:46 PM »

Warning in the sharpness of his strained smile. A mistake made already. What a start.  Eyes shifting under her lashes Blanche lowered her head in apology. Shoulders low in submission. Lessons taught by a warlord prince brother. This time she was lucky. He didn’t raise his hand. There was a promise in the set of his shoulders, though, that he would hit her if she gave him reason.

She would have to be vigilant. Learn to read his moods. She started now, with furtive looks because she was too afraid he would mistake the intent of her interest. Too afraid to take her Purple Dusk out of her cabinet and try a probe. It was just another way they could control her, if they took it away. Before it had seemed impossible, but Lady Reneaux with her Black… If he asked, could she strip it away, right out of her psychic cabinet?

This man might ask it done too. Handsome a figure as he cut, he was a weapon- a spear that could not control itself once thrown. Like all men. Except for the strange ones that served in the temple, the eunuchs. She had not met one of those with a temper yet. Some people whispered that they were not men, but Blanche had seen one’s prick. So she didn’t know what it was they cut away to temper them.

Maybe she could find out and cut it off this man. Husband.

He lounged in his seat like a lion on a warm stone. Choosing pieces from his plate instead of licking blood from his paws. All his muscles tight, she had studied people from quiet slave corners enough to tell. Body aimed at Blanche. She sat stiffly, too short for her toes to reach the floor. Simple sandals keeping her feet from being bare. Touching the tip of her cold nose to her rounded shoulders she clung to the bottom of her chair.

Blanche tried to mask the sliver of hope that blossomed in her chest. No fretful wife at home to bully her, or watch her with suspicion. Good. Then the fear in her stomach jolted. Chair dragged closer with a foot as if she weighed nothing at all. Close enough now that she could smell the spiced woods of his bath water. Eyes on her again, all over her, as she tried to choose the right answer. Either could be deemed an insult, or a compliment. Was she supposed to be jealous or would he loath possessiveness? Thinking hard she shook her head. He had touched her hair. Maybe the bouncing curls would distract from her words. ”No. It isn’t my place. It is your right.” And no because he was an animal. Disgusting man. He would fuck her raw, she could tell already. But in a few moons he would get bored. Then she would find a way to escape! A way to get… somewhere. Anywhere. Pruul might be worse, but this was not the paradise they liked to pretend.

Sucking her lip she looked at the empty place at the table. Hunger a low gnaw in the pit of her belly. One she had grown accustomed to ignoring. Lightly fed to keep her Jewel weakly filled. She was not meant to eat at this table, with all of these people. Legs curling under her chair she chose to tell him the truth. ”I am too nervous to eat.”

Down the table another girl snickered. Blanche did not look. She didn’t have to look to know the sound was at her expense.

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Re: Gifts of welcome
« Reply #4 on: July 12, 2018, 11:11:45 AM »

He liked her hair. Etienne wished her shoulders were bare, they would look good adorned in only her curls. And his mouth. Stretching a leg out, he thrust his shin beneath her feet, which dangled in the air like a child’s. The rest of her looked nothing else like, thank Darkness. Sometimes a pretty face masked a disappointing body.

”Just so.” She was a quick learning. Etienne was glad. Stupid women had little worth, even if the clever ones were dangerous. At least they were usually smart enough not to get themselves killed. Ah, he hoped she was just clever enough that he wouldn’t have to strangle her. Pretty, small woman. Shy or scared or both, Etienne was not sure, her feet vanishing beneath her chair.

Nervous, she said. Etienne smiled. Nervous. He could believe it with the way she clung to her seat. As if at any moment he might swoop down and snatch her from it. She was very clever. Because he just might. But first... first...

A snarl twisting his lips and flashing his teeth. Eyes and head whipping around to find the source of the snickering. His now, he would let no one mock her. Craft racing along his line of sight. Painted fingers covering smirking lips. His precision was a blade. A cut. Sharp and severing so that she had nothing to hide her wickedness behind anymore. Settling, Etienne leaned closer to Blanche, the screams farther down the table nothing to his ears.

Beyond them the Mother Priestess was laughing, and sending servants to tidy the woman’s place. And remove her. Her fingers carried out after her squealing body.

”Come eat. You are safe with me.” Etienne promised. As long as she was clever and well behaved. ”You may sit in my lap, if it makes you feel better.”

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Re: Gifts of welcome
« Reply #5 on: July 12, 2018, 01:49:35 PM »

He would not make her fuck his friends. Blanche realized it with a jolt that was not relief. It was cold horror. Eyes wide as they followed the path of his craft. Watched blood spurt where fingers had been a moment before. The scream on her own lips swallowed by something sticky in the darkest part of her heart. Ha! The black widow crowed while the girl beneath the caste trembled. If he had not let them ridicule her uncertainty then he would not let them taste her body either.

Pity was not an emotion she had ever learned to feel. So she set her face back to shy passivity. Watching Prince Bernard instead of the suffering creature they carted away. Squalling the entire time. Blanche said nothing, but absently pressed the severed tip of her own finger to her lips. Quietly content in the knowledge that she had not cried when it was her finger on the table.

They fawned over him from afar. The mindless women of Paon. Impressed by the swift accuracy of his violence. Blanche was not. Or maybe she was. It was clever craft. Terrifying craft. Could he cut out her legs as easily if she made a break for the horizon?

How far was his reach? Cheeks flushing at his offer she fingered the wood grain of the chair under her. Not stupid enough to believe she was actually safe. They always told her that she would be. If she submitted properly. And regardless of what choices she made, she ended up passed around or sold again. There was a part of her that wanted to resist him. Just as there was a part of her that wanted to embrace the promise.

In his lap was his prick; he just wanted to feel her weight on it, she was sure. But from his lap there was food that no one could take away without taking it from him. If she wanted any hope of running she had to eat.

That was the only reason she slid to the end of the chair. Toes reaching his leg before they reached the ground. She stepped to one side of him, waiting at his hip to see where he wanted her to sit. Knees weak with self disgust and fear.

When she settled into place she waited for the prying eyes of onlookers to turn back to their own food and conversation. ”They say you are only recently come to Thure.” Was his house new too? Empty and unfamiliar enough that he might struggle to find her in the dark if she tried to slip away. 

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Re: Gifts of welcome
« Reply #6 on: July 18, 2018, 11:11:04 AM »

Etienne let her think about it. She had to feel she had a choice, the option to say no, if she was to feel safe. Wisdom he had heard elsewhere but had never applied. But then, Etienne had never cared if anyone felt safe, so long as he had what he needed. Or wanted. So he let her think about it. Watched her clutch at her chair as if he would swoop her from it.

And he would, if she chose wrong. Good clever girl that she was though, Blanche did not. Coming to stand at his knee and wait his instruction. Etienne liked it. Hand reaching for her thigh, he stroked her leg and pressed until she folded herself into his lap. Too short to be draped over both thighs comfortably, so he settled her on one. Her hip in his flank. She felt good there.

To the other women, he paid no mind. Etienne would attend no other woman but the Mother Priestess this night. And Eulalie could have whatever she wanted for the gift she had given him. Etienne’s hand traveled up Blanche’s thigh. Over her hip and across her stomach. He fancied he could feel it rumbling beneath his touch. She was hungry. So was he. Hardened by the way she had stood at his knee. So ready. So willing.

”I am. Not many weeks here now, I still have not decided on a property.” Not many available. But Etienne would find one, or settle for something closest to his desires. More pressing now that he had a wife to put there. ”Eat.” He told her, morsel plucked from his plate and pressed to her lips. Hand reaching around her back to settle possessively on her hip now that he was too busy feeding her to pet her.

”And you, little mouse, where are you from?” He didn’t care. Blanche belonged to no place that was not Etienne’s place. And never to any man but him. None before counted, and there would be none after.

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Re: Gifts of welcome
« Reply #7 on: July 18, 2018, 05:51:55 PM »

Blanche expected him to grab her the second she was in reach. Suspicion in the set of her eyebrows she tried to hold still while coaxed her into his lap instead. Calloused hands tickling along her skin. Pressure making his intent clear but he was not unnecessarily forceful. Stepping between his knees she did what he wanted.

Because there was no choice. He was stronger, and his Descent could consume her Birthright. And even if it couldn’t, Eulalie with her glistening Black, was there to make sure she was a compliant gift.

At least he didn’t shove his spear under her bottom, or force her to feel it through his pants. Smooth thigh for her seat, as he tucked her into his side. That too was unexpected. Perhaps he prefered it in the waistband of his pants. Some men tucked them that way, she knew.

Ankles crossing she tried to ignore his wandering hands. Thighs drawn tighter together so they wouldn’t twitch as he roamed over one. A curvy hip held still. There was no mastering her stomach though. It fluttered under his fingers. Inside and out. Clenching until it complained of its emptiness. His gentleness making her more afraid instead of less.

”It is an important decision, I am sure you will make the right one.” She said of the house he didn’t have. Wondering more what sort of man he was. Where did he stay then? Where was he going to take her? A room in the temple? A place at an inn? She tried to remember the bits of conversation she had overheard. More questions surfacing instead of answers. What made a man grown leave his island for another?

She didn’t ask, would never ask because it might only make him angry. Instead she tilted her head to take the food he brought to her mouth. So focused on the flavor of the roasted meat that she missed his arm at first. Shifting closer to his side as he claimed her hip, the touch startling her. Lips licked she relaxed back into his palm and lap. Ankles and knees pressing.

Sweeping a few curls from her face she shrugged a shoulder, ”Terreille. No place that mattered then, and it certainly doesn’t matter now.” She didn’t want to speak of it. The nameless border village where she had been something other than a slave. She hoped it had burned down or met some terrible end. All of it, and all of the people that could stand witness to an innocent girl sold like a piece of meat. ”This is a better place.”

Or it had been. She didn’t know what would become of her now. Not even where she would sleep when the celebrations died down. Were the clothes she wore even really hers? Maybe they would stay up in the small room attached to Lady Reneaux’s suit. And then the next slave that came would see her row of seashells on the dresser and know she was not the first. Wouldn’t be foolish enough to think that she was special, or indispensable just because she brushed the lady’s hair or could comment on which dresses looked best with her complexion.

This time she would be smarter. She tilted her head prettily, drawing back her hair so he could watch as she took another bite of offered food. Careful to let the peek she took at him over her cheekbone look furtive. It was her first time being a wife, and that had to be better than being just a slave. So while she worked on a plan of escape, she would make herself invaluable to Etienne. She knew no worthwhile secrets, but she knew things about the island, and the temple, and the people that came and went from both. ”Have you seen the east of the island, Prince Bernard? There are properties there being sold by the temple. They would not be listed in the usual methods, but they are available nonetheless. And all worthy of having been tithes to Mother Priestess. Perhaps one would satisfy you for a home.”

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Re: Gifts of welcome
« Reply #8 on: July 28, 2018, 04:44:37 PM »

He liked the way her stomach moved beneath his fingers. Muscles quivering and growing tight. Her thighs pressing together, catching a fold of his pants between them. He liked too that she was hungry, that her hip fit in his palm just right. She was hungry and clever and he wanted to taste her. But first, he must feed her.

Lips parting to eat instead of praise him. His wife was truly very clever. Tongue licking juices from her lips as she chewed. Etienne pulled her closer. Closer to his warmth and safety. He wanted her to smell of him and only him. But did not mind that she smelled too, a little of Eulalie. She tightened even further in response. Etienne’s lips tightened too, in a smile. More food offered to her.

”This is a better place.” Lips grazing her shoulder, where her hair had swept the skin. Tongue tracing the taste of her from them. He wanted her. Sleeping spear rousing along his thigh. To kiss the swell of her breast. The lips she licked. The cheek she looked at him over. To smell all the secret places on her body and see where all she smelled like the Mother Priestess. And then make all of her his.

”I have not.” Thumb stroking the round jut of her hip. Etienne let his fingers trail along her jaw. A favorite place of his. Chins looked so good cupped between thumb and forefinger. You could feel them swallowing that way. And screaming. And the could feel your pulse. Murder fast with a beast heart pumping the blood through your veins. Knuckles sliding down her throat. Clever wife. He would never have to wrap his hands around that delicate column, he was sure.

”Your time in the temple has made you wise. I will tell my seneschal.” And have the man’s pay docked for not knowing such things. ”And then we will go look at them together, you and I.” Blanche. Hard now. It did not strain, resting the length of his thigh still. Just rigid now instead of soft. ”Open your mouth.” He bid, slipping in his thumb before feeding her another bite. Teeth and tongue felt before he retreated and gave her the food.

Good, clever wife. So beautiful.

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Re: Gifts of welcome
« Reply #9 on: July 28, 2018, 11:07:40 PM »

Bracing for a bite Blanche tried not to look as his mouth dipped towards her shoulder. Eyes half closed. Breath let out so she wouldn’t have air to scream if it hurt. Fingers curling into her palms. But it was just a tickle. A brush of his lips over her skin. So she kept not looking. Confused. Worried that the display would be reversed and tenfold worse when the were alone.

Maybe he just liked her answer. That seemed too simple. Too unfamiliar. In the past breaking a masters rules always ended in pain. Obeying, even pleasing, usually just meant less pain. None, if you were lucky or they had tired themselves on someone else. This man made her nervous. So nervous. Stronger than any master she had survived so far, except for Lady Reneaux. The most dangerous caste by far. But he only held her flush to his side. Like a pet dog on an old woman’s lap. Raising a thousand questions she couldn’t answer. Blanche ate instead.

Making up her mind to submit as long as it was painless. A happy master might mean an easier existence. Clearly she was a shit judge of people. Her eyes drifted towards Eulalie without raising to actually look. Too bad faces couldn’t be as straightforward as webs. This time he did like her words. One hand caressing her hip. The other brushing along her face, then down her throat. She swallowed hard, watching. Waiting for pain or punishment. Breathed a sigh of relief when none came. Reward was a thing to get used to from a man.

”It is kind of you to think so. Everyone in service of Mother Priestess strives to be more than they were before.” Praise that tasted like ash in her mouth. Fucking Eulalie. Only half as clever as she wanted to be. Not nearly as kind as even Blanche had thought. She was not going to get comfortable this time, not again. Even if his compliment made it easier to relax into his side. ”That would be nice, I think. I have only seen the temple since arriving in Paon.” It almost sounded like it had been a choice, and she cringed inside for the way the words felt so natural on her tongue. The truth was even more bitter. This was a better place; and if given a choice between being a slave in Pruul or Paon she would choose the islands every time.

That's how they wore you down. One of a thousand methods. Made you feel thankful for what you had instead of fighting for freedom. Blanche had thought herself above such things. That giving in was a sign of weak will. Now she knew it was the only way to survive. Those that didn’t break died. She recognized the bit they tried to pry into her mouth. And took it anyway. Shivering as he dared her to bite. Pretending he trusted her not to. Tongue and teeth touched for no reason she could understand.

Just because he could.

The vegetable he replaced his thumb with was quickly chewed. Eyes not meeting his as she tread carefully over the question, ”Is there anything I should bring with me?” Which was really just another way of asking, what am I allowed to keep? She had nothing, really, but the pretty shells and rocks. Things the slaves were allowed to pass among themselves since they were worthless but felt like property. But she needed to know, was she leaving with only the clothes on her back?

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Re: Gifts of welcome
« Reply #10 on: July 29, 2018, 07:40:03 AM »

She was so nervous, his clever wife. She did not relax into him the way he had hoped she might. Stayed where she was put but did not nestle any closer. Stiff and waiting. Hardly even breathing. Nervous like a slave was nervous. Waiting for punishment. But she’d been so good to him so far. Compliant and clever.

”I’m sure they do.” She was the Mother Priestess, everyone was desperate to serve her. Even Etienne, though he thought less of Eulalie and more of Blanche’s breasts as she finally eased against him. Fitting, finally, to his side. Hand stroking her hip in appreciation, face turning so he could smell her better. Just her hair for now, until he could get her alone and bury his face in warmer, more richly scented places.

”We will explore it together.” At least Thure, new as it was to Etienne. Maybe later, when she’d proved her devotion as well as her cleverness, he would take her to see the other islands. It wouldn’t do to display a wife who did not take as much care of him as he did of her. They were need trust between them, especially if he was to leave her alone during raids. He did not want her being stupid in her cleverness.

Trust not to bite. Not to run. And not let other men near what was his. He started with the first. Thumb pressing teeth and tongue before slipping back over her lip. She had a nice mouth, his clever wife.

”Lady Reneux will send your things.” He soothed, popping a fig into his mouth. Hips shifting so she had to slide deeper into his lap, feet drawn back toward his chair so his knees tipped her into him. Hair brushing his face. Etienne turned into the curls and inhaled, spear stirring against his thigh sleepily. ”Do not worry, wife Blanche, you’ll have all you need.” Maybe he would take her shopping for those things women liked as well as a house.

The rooms he had stolen women from always full of this and that. Things he saw without recognizing. They were not the currency he was after, and so not important.

Maybe tomorrow, or the next day, depending on how well their night went.

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Re: Gifts of welcome
« Reply #11 on: July 29, 2018, 03:12:35 PM »

They did. Who wouldn’t strive to be all she asked with that Black Jewel as a warning of what failure might mean? Taking another tentative glance at his face Blanche watched him dip into her curls. Wondering if Eulalie was the only reason he was gentle. He wanted her, she knew, but that did not mean soft touches. He was not he first to own her, after all. But she was also sure the priestess would not have minded had he swept her off to shatter under his spear the second she was given. He had been appreciative instead; named her his wife. Was it to honor Eulalie, or because he wanted Blanche as more than a hole to fill?

She did not like the not knowing. Fingers itching to weave a web. Find the answers there in the tangles of spidersilk. Where no one could hide.

”If it pleases you, Prince.” Blanche said it convincingly because she hoped it would. Excitement mostly held in at the hope she might see more than the same halls and walls she had stared at for a year. Even if she had to see it from beside Prince Bernard, it might still be fun. There would be beaches, fresh air, maybe a chance to find a pretty seashell with her own two hands.

With that to look forward to she was less afraid. Not hopeful, of course, but more eager to ensure he was happy with her. That would mean taking his spear no doubt. His hands were already possessive on her body. But he was pleased with her mouth. Blanche recognized the interest and hunger in his eye as he explored there. Too meek and slow to think to flick her tongue on the pad of his thumb before he finished. Maybe next time. Then perhaps he might let her take the seed there if she was quick and clever with the act.

”That would be exceedingly kind.” More heartening news. Before he tipped her even closer. Bottom slipping from his outer thigh to inner. Hips swiveling toward him and feet scrambling against nothing so she didn’t lose her balance completely. She drew her the knee closest to him higher. Shin almost against his groin. Hand splayed just under his chest. The other tucked into her own lap. Everything clenching tight.

His promise was pleasant too. Not the false sort that lovers crooned. Blanche had heard those by the dozen as a teenager. All the world and the moon if she would only do this or that. ”Thank you,” She tried to say husband. It felt strange in her head, though. Possessive in a way she did not want to be punished for. ”My needs are few and I will do my best not inconvenience you.”

Quiet a moment she spoke to him a softer voice. A private tone that others would not overhear. Though their attention was, for the most part, on a dancing woman now. ”I appreciate realistic expectations. ‘All you need’ instead of all you want. As some men might have said.” Less chance for disappointment that way. Either hers or his. There were still a thousand questions waiting to be answered. He was still a mystery she could not solve in one meeting. And the wish to be alone with him grew stronger, so she could know for sure. What was an act and what was his true personality.

Choosing another question that was not the one she wanted answered Blanche tried to determine how long they would stay. "Will they dance all night? I've never seen a celebration like this." There had been nothing to celebrate back home.

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Re: Gifts of welcome
« Reply #12 on: July 29, 2018, 04:46:36 PM »

”It does please me.” She pleased him. But he would not tell her so yet, his clever wife. Liked her this way. Not quite sure yet, but almost wistful. A little scared. But he would treat her well, his clever wife, and she would learn just what pleased him. And in pleasing him she would please herself.

Brilliant, beautiful woman, she didn’t even consider biting him.

”Would it?” His bottom lip drew taut, exposing a flat row of white teeth. Kind. Exceedingly kind. Perhaps wooing her would be easier than he thought. She didn’t squeal when he tipped her farther into his lap. Etienne was a little disappointed, but enjoyed her squirming. The way it brought them closer and more of her into more contact with him. Hand on his chest, legs shifting against his.

She was stiff again, and so was Etienne. Spear fully awake now that she was nestled against it.

”You’re welcome.” He rumbled, curious if she was full now. He had not fed her enough, he was sure, but he was aching to feed her something else. Every hard inch of it until she thanked him for that too. ”Do not worry about that, wife of mine.” He would tell her when she was an inconvenience if she was not clever enough to learn it herself. He was certain she was though, hand stroking her thigh.

He shifted again. Attention pooling around her as she grew comfortable against him again. Speaking softly so that he would only hear.

”Do you now?” Etienne brushed her hair from her face and stroked her jaw again. Good, clever woman. ”I am not most men.” Not at all. More controlled than they were. He pressed her shoulder in, tucking her against him, fingers sliding over the curve of her ass. What did she wear under there? Was she as ready as he was? ”Are you full, tired? They will celebrate all night,” he told her. Hoped she was at least one of those. So he could take her back to his rented rooms and smell her.

Blanche Bernard

    Purple Dusk Birthright
  • Black Widow
  • Played By: Jones

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Re: Gifts of welcome
« Reply #13 on: July 29, 2018, 07:32:37 PM »

Was that his smile? Or some sort of leer? Blanche stared at his teeth. Forgetting that she had worried he would use them on her skin a few minutes before. Thinking instead that if he softened the curve of his mouth, he would have a handsome smile. If she had to be a wife to a man she didn’t choose, at least he was not an ugly one. ”Yes?” She finally answered. Licking her own lips while she waited to see if that was the right answer.

Trying to fight the instinct to pull away as a new hardness slipped between her leg and his thigh. That was why she hadn’t sat on it. Not in his waistband at all. There was some relief in knowing he hadn’t been throbbing to fuck her the entire time. Even if a small part of her was disappointed. She was pretty enough to ache for!

On his chest her fingers twitched. A row of filed short nails, except for the snipped tip of what had once been her greatest defense. Shorter than it should have been, that one, with only a shred of nail left over the top. Should she answer him again? When he told her not to worry, all she could do was that. Worry, worry, worry. Fate suddenly a blank frame. Nearly anything could be spun on.

He did not complain when she leaned into him. She didn’t suppose she was very heavy. Not when he had arms as thick as her thighs. Body strong, she didn’t have to see all of him to know. He was not shaped or built like the pampered young prince who had beaten her into womanhood. Or the old man who had owned after. Worry, worry, worry. She wanted to get the worry over with. To know what was coming. String a thread of knowledge on the tangled web of what her life would be.

”Yes. A painful truth is better than the prettiest lie.” She assured him. Honesty a surer way to win her opinion than promises she would only expect to be empty. Lips rolling nervously on one another she agreed, ”I see. And I am thankful.” For now. Until she could know for sure if being different would benefit or break her.

Gasping she tipped into him more, nowhere else to go as she tried to get away from his roaming hand. Staring away so she didn’t snarl at him while she mastered her reaction. A moment of hesitation before she gave in to the touch. Her flinching nearly pulling her dress out from between them. Voice quivering despite her efforts at his question. ”I cannot eat anymore. And I will sleep if you tell me to.” She told him honestly. it didn’t matter if she was tired. She wouldn’t more food down, or really sleep. Not while she was full of worry, worry, worry.

Get it the fuck over with. That was what she needed to do. She had survived to this point. At least if things went badly she wouldn't die cold and starving.

Etienne Bernard

    Summer-sky to Opal
  • Warlord Prince
  • Played By: dergon

    Raider
    Ile de Paon Kaeleer
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Re: Gifts of welcome
« Reply #14 on: July 30, 2018, 09:26:38 PM »

”Yes.” Etienne smiled again. Eyes tracking her tongue as it wet her lips. He could tell when she felt it. Not just because he felt her. Soft and giving against the hardness of his spear. Just a few little changes. The way her muscles tensed as she tried not to squirm. Fingers plucking at his shirt.

His fingers brushed the crease of her thighs. Fabric catching on his callouses. He could feel it shifting with his hand. See it riding up her thigh. It would take much to expose her. But he did not want others to see. So Etienne stroked her thigh down, and smoothed her skirt beneath his palm until she was covered again.

”Clever words.” Wise words. Etienne  was not a liar. He was many things, ugly things, some might even say. But he was honest. Blunt and brutal and true. He raped, he murdered, and he stole. He wasn’t about to start being anything less than himself just for a wife. He might woo her so he didn’t have to rape her, but Etienne would never change, and she would never expect it, he was sure. Clever fucking wife.

So thankful for him. Etienne brought her closer. The heat of her nearer as she struggled. Etienne pinned her tight so she couldn’t fight him. Smoothed her skirts again so no one could see what hid beneath them above her knee. Those thighs were his for riding between. What they covered was for no one but him to see. His lips brushed her temple, mouth opened slightly while he breathed her in.

”Very well. We will go, then.” As if Blanche had decided, and not Etienne. He lowered his heels and leaned forward. Stretched his legs out and offered his hand so she could rise without floundering. His servant summoned on a touch of craft. Blanche left in the old man’s care for a moment while Etienne bid Eulalie farewell, and thanked her one last time for Blanche. Fingers waved in his wife’s direction.

Returned swiftly to herd her from the festivities and back to his rented rooms. Left thigh thicker than it had been when he arrived. Etienne was ready to sniff all the dark creases of her body, and then taste them. To see, and feel, too, how well he fit in her. And if she would scream while he fed her every inch of himself.

 

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