After waiting [CW]

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Salomé Nazaire

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After waiting [CW]
« on: July 11, 2018, 08:11:34 PM »

Salome was ready. Nearly a week locked in the temple. Devout as she was, the constant presence was just too much. The air was heavy here, and everything seemed so hushed. She’d even been given a eunuch to attend her! It was strange. But he was nicely spoken, and willing to show her nearly every place she wished to see. But she hadn’t been allowed to leave the temple.

Waiting for Isidore to return. But Salome knew he had come. And still she was waiting. Part of her, the wicked part that sought to pick apart her webs, whispered that he had refused, and the Priestess Mother was searching for some way to mend the broken contract. Or was bend him to her will. Whispers marked their relationship tumultuous.

Salome thought that might happen when two cousins wore relic Jewels.

A knock on her door. A servant girl, this time. Full of bustle and swathes of fabric. It was time. It was time! Salome smiled, stomach quivering. She could not tell if it was fear or excitement. Perhaps a measure of both. Definitely a measure of both. He was going to be her husband. Salome had left her family, her island and come all this way to marry Isidore Nazaire, cousin and raider captain to the Mother Priestess.

She didn’t even know what he looked like.

In the end Salome chose a gown on her own, forgoing the lavish gifts sent by the Mother Priestess. Rude, her mother might have complained, but she did not wish to go before him in borrowed silks. She wanted her own things, that smelled of herself and not strangers. Bangles for her wrists, and a long, looping necklace to mingle with her Summer-sky. Gold to stand against the cream of her dress.

A subtle reminder.

Salome shook out her hair and smoothed gloss over her lips, making them slick and wet. She was ready. Sandals laced up her legs, they met the hem of her dress at her knees. Nails painted, white to match the webs stitched cleverly into the neckline of her dress. Salome checked twice before leaving the room, the third time as she left, to make sure she was as appealing from the back as she was the front.

The eunuch was waiting for her outside her room. Barely taller than she was, Salome thought he was maybe sixteen, if he was a day. Like herself, he wore only his Birthright. Unlike her, he was not old enough to make his Offering. Salome was pensive and silent for the walk, fingers playing with the bangles on her wrists.

Made small by the courtyard she was lead into. Tall stone arches hemming it in. Salome thought they might at least meet in private, not beneath the sky for all to see should they be curious enough to peek. She nearly stopped when her eunuch did, freezing before an arch. But Salome understood after a moment hesitation. A semblance of privacy. Outside but without witnesses. Or at least close ones. Biting her lips she kept going.

He was tall, she knew, before reaching him. Heart beating to hard she thought she might be sick. Salome tried not to rush. Or linger. Both eager and overwhelmed, her inner web hummed, until finally she was in front of him. She stood tall, but not tall enough to look him in the eye. Too proud to be cowed by the difference in their height. Salome tilted her chin up to look at him.

And look at him. He was handsome. Though he looked very little like his cousin. Almost fair to her dark.

”Prince Nazaire.” Salome almost felt shy, lips smiling around his name as she blushed. He was handsome. Very handsome.

Isidore Nazaire

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Re: After waiting
« Reply #1 on: July 11, 2018, 09:29:27 PM »

Isidore needed time before he could face Eulalie again. Shame aching in his soul at having failed her in their most intimate of moments. Anger still rising when he thought of the way she dismissed him. And the look of disgust her not-man had thrown over his shoulder. Gah! It would be weeks before he didn’t feel a fool in front of her. Taking a day to teach his new woman that if she was good to him, he would reward her helped his spirits. Gave him a chance to showed her the consequences of trying to run away, of even leaving the room she had been given until he gave her permission.

Then he took another day just out of spite.

Time did not make the matter of this Eulalie chosen wife go away. Only made it more pressing. Despite his cousin’s promises he suspected something was wrong with this Salome Chant. How could there not be? A woman of good fortune, good name, good caste, still a virgin without her Offering? She had to have the face of a dog. It didn’t matter, he convinced himself, if she was a shrew. If she was ugly or stupid or both. Once they were married he could give her a house to herself. Put a few sons in her womb and keep his pretty Glacian in his bed for comfort.

Somehow he would manage. He wouldn’t Eulalie ruin his life.

Questions had given little information. They were nearly the same age. There had once been three Chant children, now there were only two. Salome, the middle, was worth her family name. Well bred despite the recent stain of white Jewels in her siblings. The potential for a dark jewel of her own. Why she was waiting to make her Offering was not known.

No one seemed able to say why she was a virgin either.

It was not, he was relieved to see, because she was ugly. Pinching the hot end off his cigarette he vanished both. Standing patiently in the center of Eulalie’s garden. More nervous than he appeared. The girl was too. Isidore could feel it along the probes he laced on the ground. Making sure this meeting was private, if supervised from afar. Why the garden he didn’t know.

Now he wished they had just met at the altar. She was beautiful, but not pretty. A handsome sort of woman that warmed his blood slowly. Clever eyes peering at him under a wealth of curls until she stood in front of him. Isidore wore soft shades of blue and gold. Hands tucked into the back pockets of his linen pants. Smile slow and eyelids as languid as ever. ”Lady Chant.” He returned.

In the pitch of her chin and the dark centers of her eyes he could see their children already. Strong sons of Paon, and daughters to be proud of. He was well pleased, and the smile on his lips said as much.As a warlord prince he bowed to none save Eulie. But for Salome he gave a shifting of his shoulders. ”Why do you blush? Do I make you uncomfortable?” He only wore his Sapphire. The gentler Jewel less imposing than his Offering. There was nothing he could do for the differences in their height. A searching probe, fleeting and gentle, suggested there were other thoughts coloring her cheeks. He offered her his arm. ”Lets find some place to sit. We have wedding details to discuss.”

The sooner he made her his the better.

Salomé Nazaire

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Re: After waiting
« Reply #2 on: July 12, 2018, 06:13:14 AM »

Her stomach fluttered. A whisper running down her spine and out over her inner webs. There was smoke in the air, its bitterness filling her nostrils, as she stopped in front of him. Salome blew it out, away from her face and consciousness. Today would not be bitter. How could it be, with the way he smiled at her? That small, dark part of Salome was silenced.

”It is excitement, my prince.” Every part of her alive and writhing. Some at war with each other. Salome could not have told anyone, not even her closest friend, what she felt at that moment. Too much, was the only good answer she had. She felt too much.

They exchanged no bows or curtsies. Salome did not even pretend at it, and Isidore merely shrugged. Isidore. Salome would wait for the right moment to try his name out on him. She was not offended. They were strangers now, but soon they would be one. Bound by the priestess, a union blessed in the darkest heart of the Abyss. Salome was ready.

Laughing, she took his arm. Not a she should have, but then, he was no mere escort. Near hand slipping into his, Salome wrapped the far one around his arm. Pressed it down the length of her body. Or the length of her down his arm, cheek and hair brushing against him as she tipped her head back to smile.

”So we so,” she agreed cheerily. Hopefully she would not have to wait half so long for that as she had this. The strength of his body judged across the short distance of their walk. Felt through her side, and beneath the hand she slid up his forearm to his bicep. Strong. He would make strong children. And with his Jewels, surely all their offspring would wipe away the stain of her siblings.

Two girls, Salome decided, at the very least. One for each family. And a son to carry on the father’s caste, as was fitting. Paon needed more warlord princes.

Salome sat near when they reached the bench. Relinquishing his arm with a measure of reluctance. A great deal of reluctance. Drawing her knees up onto the seat, Salome pressed them into his thigh, turning her body so she could look at him, rather than out at the garden. The garden did not interest her. Not in the slightest. And Salome knew just how she looked bent at these angles. Curves highlighted, the looseness at that bodice of her dress giving her the illusion of fuller breasts than she possessed.

Sure ways to capture his interest, if he were too dull to appreciate her mind.

”Your cousin said it could be done quickly, but without rush.” Salome told him, in case he did not know. Men often did not speak of such things. It was sweet in her tongue, too, his cousin. The Mother Priestess. With his Jewels and station he was a worthy match for Salome’s bloodline. ”It seems she is planning some sort of celebration, and our wedding could be made the focal point.” Soon, Salome hopes. She so hated waiting.

And he had kept her waiting some days already. She very nearly pouted, looking away to smooth her skirts down her thighs.

”Has she shown you the contracts?” Salome had not sold herself cheaply. Neither had her parents. Concessions had to be made if she was to take his name. The first daughter a Chant, and not a Nazaire. Salome could want him to hell and back, but her family must be appeased. Her pride too. Both one and the same, though she was leaving behind one for Isidore.

Isidore Nazaire

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Re: After waiting
« Reply #3 on: July 12, 2018, 12:24:13 PM »

Her prince. Isidore’s smile widened at the subtle possessiveness. Good that she was keen. A shy, frightened wife would not have stroked his ego. And would have been harder to please when time for consummation of their union came. It was one thing for a newly made slave to be scared. In his proper wife Isidore wanted a fair face and strong companion.

It was her youth, he decided, that had left her unclaimed thus far. Worries that she might be anything less than perfect leaving his mind. For once Eulalie had not tried to hide punishment in reward. Maybe she loved him after all.

He liked the way she clung to his arm too. Both of her small hands exploring the space. He opened his hand so that she could fit her fingers between his own. Eyes lowering to watch her face as she tried to measure his muscle beneath a curious palm. A flex of his hand hardened for her to feel.

”Don’t worry,” He whispered to her as they neared a sturdy bench. ”I can be strong and gentle at the same time.”

Desire would make their marriage bed a happy one. He would take her slowly. Let her learn the limits of her body. Then if she strayed while he was away on long raids she would find other men lacking. And be twice as desperate when he returned home.

Fantasies still half on his mind he leaned close as they sat. Already comfortable, he was glad to see. Legs longing to tangle with his own. He put his hand on the far side of the bench so that his arm crossed behind her. Chin resting on his shoulder while they spoke. Eyes wandering often down the opening of her bodice. Dark skinned as she was he imagined her nipples were like drops of chocolate. ”She is not one to school me on rushing after the delays she’s put between us.” Blaming him for mistakes he had not known he was making!

Now she dared to step on his wife’s toes. Wasn’t it enough Eulalie had decided every other detail? Resentment tainting his mood he waved a hand dismissively at the plans laid by others. ”Let her plan her party. You are the bride, and you will plan our marriage celebrations to your liking.” He was not afraid of the cost or the length of the hunt it would take to fill feast tables.

If she spent it all he would sell a ship or make a raid. It would be replenished twice fold in a few months time.

Lips pursing he shrugged the shoulder not baring his weight. ”I have seen them. My consultant says they are fair.” So he would not read them. If there were clauses or contingencies that angered him later the consultant would pay the price of his rage. And Isidore would burn what needed burning until he got his way. ”The paperwork is to please your parents, if they are satisfied I am satisfied.” He didn't care an ounce for them. Had not even asked their names. ”Speak to me of more interesting things. Tell me about yourself. Are they treating you well here? I have finer places to put you until our vows, if you would be happier there.”

Then maybe he could visit more easily. Start her initiation into womanhood a few days sooner.

Salomé Nazaire

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Re: After waiting
« Reply #4 on: July 12, 2018, 10:06:06 PM »

Strong. Muscles flexing under her hand. Salome let her hand trail higher, following the ripple of skin and muscle over bone. Blushed under his words, face turned toward his arm. Her hair fell forward, hiding her from his whispering. A blood stirring promise that stilled her hands movement, but closed them tighter around him.

He sat near on the bench, leaning in close. Arm behind her. Salome thought about easing back into it, but she guessed he would like it better if she leaned forward instead. Inside the protective half circle of his arm. Closer to his body. Chin on his shoulder as he watched her. Looking her over, eyes slipping from her face to the skin of her neck and below.

”I had heard you came home some days ago.” Now, Salome thought, she could pout just a little. Eyes settling on him from beneath her lashes, half of her face shadowed by her hair. Trying to see, to gauge or guess. Unable to sense him with craft or thread. Would it be tricky, Salome wondered? Some men were easy to read, and others were like houses with all the shutters locked tight.

”But she is the Mother Priestess, infringing upon her plans could prove a sin.” Or worse. Salome did not want to be kissed by the lash. Yet she was afraid to deny him, to disappoint him so early. She would have to find a balance between one cousin and the other. Licking the inside of her bottom lip, Salome thought she could manage. Especially if the eunuch boy assigned her would take her where she asked, as he had done.

”You will add me to your accounts in the town?” She tipped her face toward his. She did well enough for herself, and would do better now that she must not tithe any of her weaving to her mother, but she could not afford the sort of celebration they bother deserves. Or that he might be expecting.

”Your consultant is wife.” Fair. Salome was surprised at how little trouble the negotiations and proven. She had thought he might show some prickle-pride, just so he could. ”Oh, they will love you as a son-in-law,” Salome praised. ”Not even I care so much for their comfort.” She was glad he understood how important her family and bloodline was.

And showed interest in her.

”They are all very kind here,” she assured him. She was well taken care of, and it would do her no good to insult his cousin or her people. ”But it is dull! Everyone whispers, and there is little to do. Are these places near you?” She asked, coming closer. Knees pressing into him. Body bending over her thigh.

”I may have questions about your preferences.” Or his person. He had only just come, and she worried he would go again and leave her behind. ”I do not know what food you like, or a dozen other things I should know about you.” Salome’s shoulders rose and fell, hands playing in her lap.

Isidore Nazaire

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Re: After waiting
« Reply #5 on: July 13, 2018, 11:11:08 AM »

Settling his weight harder on his palm Isidore dragged his eyes up from the shadow of her breast. Drawn to the way that her head tilt. Dark eyes sweeping him through darker lashes. Her bottom lip fuller, he thought, than it had been a moment before. This time he smiled at her mild sulking. Soon he would show her better. Less childish ways to bend men to her will. ”I did. I couldn’t visit you immediately, but I wanted to. Are you upset?” Was this the depth and breadth of her temper? He would tease a little and find out.

He laughed deep and long at her worry. ”Then you have agreed to marry the greatest sinner on Paon.” There were things he could not say to her. Not now, not ever. But it made them no less true. Let any of them try to taste her with the whip. He would burn them alive from the outside in. Little by little so that it would take days. Salome would be his wife, the vessel of his legacy.

His.

”Plan it together, then, if you worry. Just don’t let her ruin your fun. It will be our day, and you are to be the centerpiece of it all.” There would be ceremony, no doubt, his family too entrenched in the religious composition of Paon for it to be otherwise. A long boring sermon in the temple for their vows, he was already certain of that. At least it would be a chance to stand before two of his beautiful women at once.

Another laugh for her boldness. After his marks already. That was what other men always complained about, wasn’t it? Wives spending all of their marks. Even with two, Isidore was sure there were marks aplenty. ”I will.” Voice lilting playfully he held up a finger for her to wait. Never one to miss a chance for a bit of showing off. Threads stretching along a White to prod at market vendors and shop keeps. Reaching far, fueled by the power of his Ebon-gray. Message passed along by word of mouth to those he had not personally informed. ”They will give you no trouble, Lady Chant.”

”Ah, but you must pity them!” Isidore insisted. A little closer on the bench. Her knees pressing harder to the outside of his thigh. He liked having her in the shallow nook of his arm and side. Especially since she seemed to like being there. ”Here I am to whisk their finest treasure away. I must be kind to them.”

They would be glad for her, though. On that he was sure. Mothers liked to see their children paired off with strong partners. Even his own was ready to see him married. Perhaps he would visit them in the evening. Tell his parents they would be gaining a daughter. Surely they would both be displeased if he didn’t give them time to have new clothes made for the celebrations.

Turning his mind back to Salome’s words he chuckled again. Amusing creature. At least she was honest. ”They do like their serenity here. Almost as much as they like their eunuchs.” What did they need so many of them for? Really. It made his own balls ache. Or maybe that was from Salome. Sweet young body straining for him under the thin fabric of her virginal dress. ”How near would you like to be? There are apartments in my house, and houses near my house. What would please you most?”

He would please her most, his eyes promised. Uninterested in her excuses for desiring closeness. There was no reason anyone should complain. Her virginity was a gift, but not one owed to him. Even if they were a hair’s breadth from being married. Why keep her locked away? ”All you have to do is ask.” He smiled, reaching with his far hand to still the nervous fiddling of fingers in her lap. Lifting them, both sets, to his brush across his lips. Then setting them on his thigh, palm down to cover her dainty knuckles. ”I am an open book when it comes to all of my… preferences.”

Admiring the shadows between her skin and dress reminded that he had not come empty handed. ”Besides, there is a fine collection of luxurious fabrics in the warehouse on my property. Perhaps one will please you for a dress.”

And he wanted to see her truly alone. In cool, shadowed places where no one would interrupt if she wanted to work some of these coy interests out. She had waited so long, after all.

Salomé Nazaire

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Re: After waiting
« Reply #6 on: July 13, 2018, 06:41:31 PM »

”Some.” Salome did not like being denied. It rarely happened, and she wasn’t often left waiting either. But more and more since coming to Thure, she had noticed it, a certain lack of respect her station and lineage. ”I do not see why I was rushed to be here only to wait.” The look she turned to him making obvious that she did not like that either. The not knowing.

Her upset had been more annoyance and anxiety than anything else, and all of it mostly settled now that he was here with her. Just a curl of anxiety left in her stomach. But Salome was loath to give up what might be an advantage. Some further favor garnered to soothe her temper and hurt feelings.

”Have I?” Salome’s lips pursed at his laughter. Hiding a smile behind the tight bow they formed. ”A shocking feat for the cousin of the Mother Priestess.” She could believe it. Something brash and careless about him. Smile easy and whispers wicked. Unaware of his sinfully protective thoughts, Salome tried her hand at teasing him. ”I’ll not be tempted to wickedness, not even by a husband.” Challenging him.

”I promise not be run over rough shod.” Salome would have what she wished. Something to make Isidore proud, too. A chance to show him her strength. She would stand firm even against Lady Reneux. For him. Even if he did laugh at her, though it did not seem unkindly meant. Salome smiled, his laugh so big she could not help herself. Pleased indeed, she thought, a finger to stall her as he sent threads down the temple steps.

Salome tried to follow them, but they were too many and they stretched too far. Her Summer-sky could chase barely half, and the more she followed the shorter the distance she could follow. But she sensed what he was about. Felt answering along the white.

”Thank you, my prince.” He would do, Salome was sure. Handsome and generous and cleverly sweet. She did not pity her parents an inch, but she enjoyed his words. ”Not too kind or they might want to stay,” Salome cautioned with a smile. She loved them, but she wished them away home after the wedding. She wanted time to herself, with him.

”Oh yes. I have been loaned one as an escort.” She twisted, trying to find the boy among the pillars. But Salome had not paid attention to where Isidore had lead her, and could not find where she had entered the garden. Shrugging thoughts of him away, Salome let herself lean against Isidore’s arm. Just a little. ”Close.” His lap, his bed. As close as he would let her get before the wedding and closer afterward. She squirmed beneath his look.

”But not too close. Not yet.” She must wait. A bride before a woman. Salome lowered her gaze. She did not want to deny him, or herself, but deny she must even if he were to press. But there were other things that could be done. Even Salome knew that. Furtive things she had tried with the boys of her island. Good things. Her fingers curled over his thigh, heart racing and stomach fluttering from his kisses. ”Your honesty is appreciated, Prince Nazaire.” Salome blushed, sure that he did not mean food or colors.

She dared to look up, to hope.

”Can we go now? To see?” To get away from the oppression of the temple. To see the beginnings of her new life, the pieces of his. And to spend more time in his company, this laughing warlord prince who was to be hers. Was hers. ”There will not be time enough to see anything cut and sewn if we do not go soon,” she reasoned. Not caring a wit what she wore, grip on his thigh tightening, fingers stretch as far around the muscle as she could reach them.

Desperate to slip higher. Curious.

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Re: After waiting
« Reply #7 on: July 13, 2018, 09:48:46 PM »

”I cannot say what was on Eulalie’s mind.” Isidore shrugged, shoulders rolling in towards his chest instead of up against his resting chin. ”In her great wisdom she saw the opportunity to give me a fitting wife and made the choice while I was away. Spending all that time on the mainland made me poor company, and I wouldn’t see you until I felt myself again.” He did not use words like ill or unwell with this woman. There was a glint in Salome’s eye that promised she would use sympathy like a tool. Or maybe even in a weapon.

There were better things to think about than the likelihood she was a spy for his cousin. Willingly or not. Any wife he took among the native women would spill their hearts for the Priestess Mother.

Wetting his lips Isidore disagreed, ”But then what will you say in confessionals?” He teased back. Not daunted by his Jewels or fearful of his flirtations. Yes. She would make him a good wife. Now he only had to hope she was not the very jealous sort. Or spiteful with it, at least.

Their talk slowly revealing hints of her life. The sort of woman she was, or wanted to pretend to be. Subtly hinting that her parents were the sort seeking an elevation in station. Weren’t they aren’t all? Everyone thought he was a path to Priestess Mother’s favor. Poor fools. He was eager for more. The intimate details. Things she wouldn’t say here in the almost privacy of the temple courtyard. Where young eunuchs listened silently. He didn’t know why. What good would twenty inexperienced escorts do against his practiced Ebon-gray?

”Yes?” Isidore enjoyed the warm touch as she leaned into him. Subtle temptation that look her continue looking so deliciously innocent. Then she added an addendum. Not yet. Inside Isidore groaned. The minx! Getting his hopes so hard. That was alright. She was probably just afraid. ”Very well. I will not beg for what you aren’t yet willing to give me.”

Maybe her mind would change once he could be more liberal with his tongue. If not, then he would make the waiting worth both their while. There were so many things they could do to ease her into the experience. Timid then brazen then coy again.

She didn’t know how to be with a real man. What had his pretty woman been getting into up to now? He was curious, very curious. Ready to help her figure out a few preferences of her own.

”Yes. You can decide where to stay later. They will send your things.” Or he would come to collect them. For now he only wanted to collect Salome. Sweeping up from the bench he whistled for the eunuch boy. Shame, a good sturdy body that could have made handsome children for Paon. ”I am taking the lady with me. You may go.”

Spear to distaff he reached for Eulalie. Waiting with his arm offered to Salome. His cousin took an annoyingly long time to take his thread. *She is bored here. Is there any reason I shouldn’t take her home until you need her for planning?*

There was challenge in his voice. The promise that he would argue until it was allowed. Of course, Eulalie had no reason to keep either of them in her temple. Always ready to get rid of Isidore.

Finding her fingers between his own again Isidore smiled down at the pretty creature. ”Do you want to walk? It isn’t overly far. I can reach the Winds from here, though if you rather.” He hoped she wanted to walk. So everyone could see his pretty prize. That was so rarely the case when he offered to show them a bit of his dark craft, though.

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Re: After waiting
« Reply #8 on: July 14, 2018, 08:45:23 AM »

”I would not call it unwillingness.” Salome sucked her tongue. She wanted him to understand, rather than think her contrary. ”Just prudence.” Ah! Or a prude, she thought, regretting her choice of words. Salome’s shoulders rounded, eyes searching his face as she tried to read his thoughts. She would not annoy him with her probes, which her mother so often complained about. Likening them to an octopuses clutches.

How would the woman even know?! The things seen only rarely, when the fishermen caught one. Never alive when brought ashore.

Unable to read him, Salome felt her face fall as he stood. Abruptly abandoning her to the bench with promises that she could pick where she would stay, wait, later. He was a warlord prince, they were fiercer, needier than warlords, Salome had been taught. She tried to school her body into submission, to make it wear indifference rather than disappointment as he left her. The denial working as that snide part of her had promised it would.

She was of no interest if he could not have his way.

”Oh,” Salome breathed as he dismissed her escort. Praise the Darkness! He was no fool! Slipping from the bench, Salome wrapped herself around his arm again. Hugging it between her breasts while he stood, still and far away from her. Speaking, Salome thought, to someone else. His Ebon-grey too deep for her to even sense, she could tell only by the look in his eyes, recognized from seeing it so often in those sharing threads.

Salome returned his smile, cheeks warm with pleasure. Blood darkening the skin across them and over the bridge of her nose. Flushed and warm with quick moving blood. She thought of his offer, eyes glancing away, fingers tightening in his hand.

”Walk, please.” She did not want him to see her unease at riding such a dark Wind. Or any Wind at all. ”I have been too much cooped up, and would like to see more of my new home.” She smiled slyly at him, nose brushing his arm. ”Besides, if I get lost, I will need to learn my way back to you.” She curled her other hand in the crook of his elbow. Wished she could be closer to him. Really catch his scent. And maybe a taste of him.

Excited to leave the temple with him. So much promise in his good looks and silver tongue. His Jewels and station would compliment her own. Salome was sure their children would wear nothing lighter than a Green, though she had not woven webs on it. She did not want to tempt the Darkness to smite her for pride or assumption. Her steps were quick to keep up with his longer legs, but not hurried or ungraceful. She had practice at looking good beside escorts with long strides.

”Its very beautiful here,” she commented. Not as beautiful as her home island, but close. Salome drank in everything she could while keeping at least half her attention on Isidore. Glancing at him in distracted moments so she could learn the expressions of his face and maybe the emotions behind them.

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Re: After waiting
« Reply #9 on: July 14, 2018, 12:43:40 PM »

Yes, home. It made his heart flutter for her to say. She amused him greatly. Jumping up from her seat like a child. Clinging to his arm in a similar manner. But the body she tucking his arm into belonged to a woman. Poor soon-wife, caught between the two. He would save his questions about her prudence for after the walk. When they were really, truly alone. ”If you are lost, you only have to stay put. I will find you.”

Every time. The tracking spell already melded to the silver ring of sapphires he would give her on their wedding day. Sapphires, he had decided, would look best with the Green he was sure she would receive someday. Either set between them, or on a separate piece of jewelry.

They made a fine pair on the city’s streets. Isidore was not used to them staring. He so rarely made the trip on foot. It was longer than he remembered, but he enjoyed the attention. Whispers of interest and curiosity following them as the bustle at the bottom of Paon’s great temple gave way to the quiet of his own property. Boundaries marked into the trees. A broad letter N for his surname. Overlaying an older carving of the letter D. From when the estate belonged to his father. As they walked he told her about other properties they owned. Not to be seen today, but he would show her all of them in the weeks to come.

Except for the small places he owned on the mainland.

”More beautiful today than it was a week ago.” Isidore flirted. Leading the way down a shadowed path between towering palms. They lined the road on either side. Breaking away at the end for the clearing of his house. Three stories tall, and very square. He had painted the whole thing a cheerful shade of sunset orange to give it personality. The stucco cracked in a place or two. Long terraces connected rooms on the uppermost floor. Shallow pools of water cooled the stone patio. Most of the bottom floor was open to the air. Massive wooden shutters closed only when great storms attacked them from the sea.

He let her look. It was not glamorous but it was a fine house. Chosen for the private harbor at its back. So that slave ships could come and go with ease. Behind a crop of sugarcane the low row of houses for the fieldworkers could almost be seen. Their tin rooftops reflecting the sun. He turned them in the opposite direction. Where the cobblestone road turned to a path of packed dirt. ”Let’s not see the house yet. It’s the same any other.”

Instead he took her around the house where soil started to turn to sand. His boats docked in the distance. Over them a decorative balcony was attached to the house. Giving a sweeping view of the inlet, the ocean, and the squat warehouse goods not of the human kind were sorted before being tithed or sold. ”That will be our bedroom.” He pointed to the gilded rails. A suit of rooms that allowed them to be together while giving each personal space. They would need to put a fresh bed in her room. A smaller one that would encourage her to prefer his own. Why she needed one to herself he did not know. But the housekeeper, Rochelle, was wise to pleasing the mistresses of fine houses. She said it must be done, so it would.

The warehouse was their final destination. Melon juice in a pitcher charmed to stay cold waited in the shadowy interior. He set Sapphire witchlights to give some light. Whichever of his maids had laid out the tray had also wheeled out the long display of fabric bolts. Each one let out just enough to be properly viewed. Then without leaving a scent behind, left the room in shadowed privacy.

He would reward Rochelle for choosing a smart girl to do the work. And Rochelle’s good mood would reward the maid.

”Take your time. There are more, but these are the finest. Brand new from Hayll and Dhemlan.” While she took in the room he fondled random trinkets. A crate of wrapped glassware. A large golden horse statue he had won battling a ship off the Sceltian cost. He liked it, and had thought to have it put in the courtyard. ”We will make him our gift to the temple.” He decided.

A fine donation for a fine wife.

There was a heavy tapestry from Dharo draped over stacked crates. Weave soft, with golden strands woven through the portrait. An ancient map of the territories. Some hundreds of years old he was told. With craft he laid it on the floor. It would be a good cushion for their bodies while he got a first taste of Salome. ”Come, sit and think about it. You have all day to decide.”

Salomé Nazaire

    Summer-sky Birthright
  • Black Widow
  • Played By: dergon

    Jewel Weaver
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Re: After waiting
« Reply #10 on: July 14, 2018, 01:20:30 PM »

So much more of the city than she’d seen before. They did not linger, passing the shops rather than viewing their displays. Open markets or great panes of glass. There was everything in the sprawling city that climbed down the side of the volcano. Salome loosed her grip on his arm as they went, but her fingers stayed locked with his.

Thure would have to grow used to their treasured son belonging to someone else. Hers now, more than he was theirs once the wedding was over. She liked the attention it garnered them.

His estates were quieter than the city, but bigger, Salome thought. Larger too, than those of her parents. She pretended at interest alone rather than awe. Listened as he listed still more estates. Salome looked forward to seeing them all. Especially together. Hers now too. So many! He was a very busy man, she realized with some trepidation. But that was fine. She had her own things to see to. Webs to woven for hopeful parents.

”Aren’t you the galant,” Salome crooned, not realizing that what he was was a flirt. She came closer now that they were mostly alone. No one to mistake her for a frightened bride if she pressed against him or clung to his arm. Lead through the trees to his house. A beautiful sprawling thing. ”Beautiful,” Salome murmured in appreciation, pouting only a little that he would not take her into it. Why not?! She wanted to demand, but Salome held her tongue and followed where he lead.

”I look forward to seeing them.” And sharing them, eyes moving from the ship filled harbor to the balcony he pointed to. She was pleased that they would share a room. Her own parents slept on opposite sides of the house. Salome was sure it had caused the death of passion in their marriage and did not wish to repeat their mistakes. Swept on still! Salome’s legs growing tired with all the walking, near skipping to keep up with him. A sweet, bouncing gait that flared her skirts and showed off her legs.

Exhausting and ill suited to such treks, she decided.

Not much farther. The warehouse cool, and all things arranged for them. He had skilled servants, Salome saw. She poured them both a glass of juice, sipping hers a careful distance from the fabric bolts. Cooling her body before it could truly begun to sweat. Glass empty she prowled the table, fingers dried before she touched a single bolt. ”Hayll and Dhemlan,” she murmured to herself. Wondered at seeing such places.

He was truly a gift from the Darkness.

”He is lovely.” Salome admired, eyes more for her future husband than the golden stallion he patted. Smiling, Salome looked in open crates and peered into boxes. Touching carefully anything that drew her interest. Taking stock of her husband’s possessions until he drew her attention away. Back to him and the tapestry he’d laid out on the floor. Blushing, Salome went to him, kneeling on the map of the realms in one smooth movement. Toes to knees to heels.

”Did my prince have a preference?” Salome asked him, her choice all but made, and her thoughts no longer on the fabric or the dress it would make. Heart in her throat and stomach fluttering. She reached for his hand, for him.

Isidore Nazaire

    Sapphire to Ebon-gray
  • Warlord Prince
  • Played By: Jones

    Raider Captain
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Re: After waiting
« Reply #11 on: July 14, 2018, 02:35:55 PM »

Impatience started to wear at Isidore’s senses. The closer he came to having her alone the more he wanted it that very instant. Mistreatment over the last few days had left craving a kind touch. And Salome was so willing. All the things he needed from a woman just then. Interested in him, admiring not only his body but his possessions. And what was a warlord prince if not proud of his possessions?

”You will like them, I think. If not you can redecorate.” They were clean and maintained but the room had not been touched in years. Wallpaper from his mother’s time as the lady of the house still covered the room that had once been for her. The rest of the house had been made suitable to Isidore’s tastes. Clean lines, subtle colors, luxurious fabrics. A house that complimented sensory stimulation without causing any in and of itself. So that he could focus on what needed his attention.

The warehouse, by contrast, was a whirlpool of interesting things. Traded goods and war trophies. Full today since he had not been around in weeks to sort the items, but sometimes it was empty. He was glad there was a wall of boxes to make the wide space seem smaller. More intimate.

A wall of Ebon-gray around the tapestry ensuring privacy.

He liked the way she looked curling down to join him. Face rudy with emotion he watched flit behind her barriers. ”Good girl. There’s nothing to be worried about.” He soothed, reaching over to stroke the heat from her left cheek. While she came even closer. All that nervous energy brightening her eyes as she fit her fingers over his hand.

”Whatever pleases my lady.” He assured her. Thinking, for a moment before he leaned to taste her lips, that she had a good complexion for gold. Thumb under her chin and fingers along her jaw he kissed her softly. From the corner of her mouth to the center of her full bottom lip. Letting the heat work them both slowly. A gentle suck fading to a tickle from his tongue. Free hand resting at the center of her back. Ready to guide her into his lap, but gentle enough for her to escape if she would rather.

Why did she need clothes at all? Skin so warm he could feel it through her dress. Shifting to sit up taller he deepened the kiss. Stealing her tongue out of her mouth then sweeping his own over her palate. "Tell me about this prudence you mentioned." He broke away, swallowing their saliva and drawing circles on her spine. "I will not be angry if you're afraid. Or very shy. I have to know, so that I do not press you in the wrong ways, or too quickly."

Salomé Nazaire

    Summer-sky Birthright
  • Black Widow
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    Jewel Weaver
    Ile de Paon Kaeleer
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Re: After waiting
« Reply #12 on: July 14, 2018, 04:14:27 PM »

”I’m not,” Salome swore, cheek pressing into his hand, shoulder rising to meet it until she had him captured there. Strong, sure hand, caressing the fire in her blood. The heat only heightening at his touch. More to come. Salome tilted her face to meet him, loosening one hand while hers squeezed the other tight.

Salome trembled only a little. He was gentle, even his hand spanning her jaw, fingers along the line of her throat, over the pulse that beat wildly. Slow kisses that moved over her lips rather than claiming them. She’d expected the later. Roughness and possessiveness. This surprise was nice. Different. It made her body draw taut and her lips part.

He pleased her. Body giving to the subtle pressure of his hand. Salome gripped his shoulder, slid a knee over his thighs, her skirts caught between them as she settled in his lap. Grip moving from his shoulder to his back, arm looping around his neck until she could clutch the other. He stole all her breath. Sucking her tongue into his mouth before claiming her own.

Moaning, Salome let go of his hand to run hers up his chest. Lips twitching in a smile because it tickled when he licked the top of her mouth. Body leaning into him, back arched, because it tickled when he licked her mouth. She sighed when he released her, her hands going still as if his kisses had been their momentum. Disappointment welling up in her. She wanted more!

And he wanted explanations. Salome tucked her pouting lip away, sucking it like he had. Thinking on her answer.

”I’m not afraid.” Not much. She left his chest to touch his cheek, thumb sweeping the sharp bone there. ”It is a thing I must do at the right time. To assure my Green.” She was going about it backward. She leaned into him, fitting her torso to his. Chest broad and warm. He felt good. Good enough to draw her legs forward, thighs cradling his hips.

”Still a virgin for my wedding night. A wife and a woman before I can make my Offering. And my webs are never wrong.” A step or two more between but those were trivial and had nothing to do with Isidore. She wrapped her other arm around his neck. She wanted more. ”I will tell you all about it over dinner. Later.” Whatever he wanted to know if he would just kiss her again. Nose brushing his to tempt him into what she wanted.

Isidore Nazaire

    Sapphire to Ebon-gray
  • Warlord Prince
  • Played By: Jones

    Raider Captain
    Ile de Paon Kaeleer
    82 Posts    1897 marks
Re: After waiting
« Reply #13 on: July 14, 2018, 06:27:54 PM »

Sweet with juice and vaguely salty Salome answered his kisses in kind. Body quivering but she had convinced him it was not fear. Isidore would not have minded if it were. Bending a person to their own pleasure made his blood hot too. This was equally nice.

Knees parting to fit around his lounging legs. Fabric pulled tight on her thighs because the give of her skirts was all bundled between them. Arms clinging to him with building trust and wanting. She was ready to lose her maiden’s head. At least her body was.

Through her clothes he started to explore the delights she had to offer. Hand gravitating from her strong jaw to her more delicate collarbone. Tracing it to her shoulder. Down her back until his hands met in the middle. Working together to pull at the layers of fabric caught under her ass. Fixing her skirts until they laid out around them.

Reaching between their warm bodies to adjust his firm cock. It fought against his pants for freedom. But there were questions Isidore needed answers too. Before he went too far. Their marriage was agreed to but not performed. He couldn’t risk ruining it all with a bought of temper because there was a sudden stopping point to their fun.

For her Green though… that made her willingness worth waiting for. ”Well, then, my sweet weaver, a wife then a woman, then your Offering. For the sake of your full potential.” He brushed at her thick hair. Softer than he had expected it to be. Bouncing with a life of its own. ”I don’t need to fill you to please you, or your hymen for my pleasure.” 

Later, she insisted. Searching for more kisses. Isidore was happy to give them. With her limits in mind he was ready to give in to all is subtle aches. Lips meeting again he left a damp trail of kisses and tongue strokes from mouth to throat. Careful not to mar her beautiful skin with passion marks. Teeth only grazing flesh to pluck at her attention while he spread her thighs wider around his waist. Flush bodies petting.

Ego growing hard as his cock when she responded with that coy interest. He shifted. Bringing that measure of his appreciation for her closer. Under her supple ass cheek. Knee rising to support her back while he took his first slow feel of her breast. Soft under his kneading fingers. Nipple tiny through the layers of her bodice. He sucked and played with the lobe of her ear the way he wanted to play with the peaks of her breasts.   

Salomé Nazaire

    Summer-sky Birthright
  • Black Widow
  • Played By: dergon

    Jewel Weaver
    Ile de Paon Kaeleer
    32 Posts    630 marks
Re: After waiting
« Reply #14 on: July 14, 2018, 08:42:58 PM »

He fixed her skirts. Salome murmured her appreciate against his lips. Able to settle in his lap easier without them cutting into her thighs. Liked the way his fingers flitted along her skin as he pulled them loose. Rough with callouses by gentle in their work. It made it all the harder to give up his kisses, to sit quietly and answer his questions in a way that made sense.

”Thank you for your understanding.” But Isidore was so accommodating. He would make a good husband. Lips trying to catch his wrist as he pet her hair. His words promising more pleasure before their time was through. ”How good of you,” she whispered, breathless with wanting. Anticipation stroking her stomach.

More kisses. For her mouth and cheek. Down her throat too. Salome trailed her hand down his chest, slipping her fingers into his shirt. His tongue felt so good on her skin. His teeth too, making her gasp and writhe in his lap. Salome ran her hand along his arm as he pulled her thighs more fully around him. His knee pressed between her shoulder blades. Letting him press the hard length of himself against her.

Salome pressed back. Hips rolling, back arching to give him her breast. Salome moaned, ear sending shivers down her spine as he sucked it. Nipple hardening even more under his touch. Broad but mostly flat. A plateau rather than a peak. It made her whimper, eyes mostly closed, sucking her own lip because she could reach nothing of him with her mouth. Not if she wanted to keep receiving what he was giving.

And Salome very much did.

Petting his shoulder and face, Salome reached behind her own back, worked the single pearl button at the top loose. The oval opening at her spine parted, and a shrug of her shoulders sent the sleeves falling down her arms. Another moan and she pulled her lip free, to desperate for another kiss to not give it up. Her other hand having found his stomach, thumb dipping into his navel.

His body felt amazing. Slipping her arms from her sleeves, Salome leaned back against the offered support of his thigh and tried to work his shirt free of his body. Wanting to see him as much as she wanted to display herself. Breasts small, heavier at the bottoms than the tops. Areoles dark, with a hint of burgundy at the tips.

 

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