Posted by Moore on March 30, 2004 at 09:14:21:
The author would like to gratefully acknowledge the contributions of Diana B.; who continues to amaze and inspire.
Sardana and Diana woke up in the bed they shared. Sardana ran his hand through Diana' sleep tossed hair. They went into each others arms. "Do we have time this morning to play?" she asked eagerly.
Sardana loved her enthusiasm. "Yes, what sort of mood are you in? Gentle or rough?"
"Rough," she replied quickly, rolling on her side, looking at him.
"Submit or resist?" he asked as he traced her hip.
"Resist," she answered, grinning.
"Give in before sex, or... Never mind," he said, noting her reaction. "Rape scene with spanking?" he asked as he rubbed her butt.
"Yes, please!"
"OK, let me tell you about your character," he began. They quickly determined their characters. Diana was to play a noblewoman. The noblewoman's name was "Lady Ashley." Lady Ashley wore fine clothes and fancy shoes. She also was haughty and had some fighting experience. Sardana was "Maxamillion," a dangerous thief and cat burglar, who was coming to the noble's estate to rob it, unaware that Lady Ashley was home. Sardana left the room, telling Diana to sit in the chair with her back to the door, and to start singing when she was ready.
Lady Ashley got dressed. She put on a long black silk dress, with matching high heeled shoes. She pinned her hair up, knowing Sardana didn't like her hair up, and was sure to mess it up. She looked around the room, then made sure she was dressed properly. Lady Ashley sat in the chair, with her back to the door. She felt anticipation and wondered what Sardana, no, Maxamillion, was going to do with her. Lady Ashley hummed a little tune, as she touched up her hair.
Diana strains to hear the door open. Maximillion crosses the room quickly. He grabs at her hands, which are raised above her head, fixing her hair. She writhes and twists. She screams, a very quiet scream, no louder then normal conversation. He loses his grip on her hands, but bumps her on the bed as she stands.
He pounces, but she rolls off before he can pin her. He catches her next to the bed in the narrow space between the bed and the wall. This time he succeeds in pinning her. He says "Out of character - OK, your hands are tied, so leave them behind you."
"OK," she answers, but then as Lady Ashley, she demands "Who are you, what are you doing?" He notices her heaving bosom. He paws her chest, grabbing and squeezing. She moves her head when he goes to kiss her. He slobbers her neck and face with a wet lick.
"You will never, never {force me} to have sex with you. I do not submit," she says, angrily.
"Perhaps some punishment may make you change your mind?" He pulls her up to her feet. He strips off her dress from one shoulder, then the other. The dress hangs at her hips for a moment before falling.
Sardana lets Diana step out of the dress before Maximillion grabs Lady Ashley. He forces her over his knee. She struggles, keeping her hands behind her back. He swats her ass. "Surrender or it will get worse," he taunts as he rubs her. He waits a moment, then spanks her harder. "No," she says, defiantly, "stop!" "Not until you give in," he says, as he spanks her again. He continues to spank her as she squirms helplessly on his lap, until she says "Enough, I yield. No more."
He tosses her on the bed. He gets on top of her. They begin kissing passionately. "Look at me," he commands, "look at Maximillion, the man who touches you so." He rubs his hands down her shoulders, down her arms to her elbows, up her ribs to her breasts.
"Stopping grinning, you are supposed to be angry!" she hisses out of character.
"Sorry. Your breasts are delightful," he apologizes. He takes a deep breath, and goes back to looking stern. He pulls the hair pins from her hair, letting it spread out on the bed. He gives her more forceful kisses until the mood is restored. He slips off his pants. He slaps her thighs until they open for him. He lays on top of her.
She wraps her legs around him. They are breathing faster. He looks at her, and she gives him a little nod. He lines things up, and enters her. "Poor Lady Ashley, violated by, Max... whatever, she likes it," Diana thinks. "Her, my, only chance to get out of this is to please him more then he has ever been pleased before." He goes deeper into her, a little deeper with each thrust, until he is all the way in. They start moving faster and faster. Groaning, they match each other's pace; each other's lust. He drives harder and faster, bouncing her off the mattress. They grunt into each other mouths, kissing and panting. They get closer and closer until they get pleased.
"My goodness, Lady Ashley," Sardana purred. He relaxed on her, enjoying the feel of her close to him.
Still in character, Lady Ashley said, "If you let me go, I won't tell anyone. I may even allow you to come back."
"OK," Sardana said, "why don't we end it with them parting company, having had sex but still wary of each other. He might leave her a note telling her he will see her later, making her anticipate his return." She ran her fingers over his sweaty back. He put his face on the pillow, next to hers and burrowed his hands underneath her to hold her closer.
"She can't just let him think that he can come and have her whenever he wants," Diana said.
"So that means you want her to resist him again?" he asked, turning his head to look at her.
She nodded, winking at him. "How is your butt?" he asked.
"Sore, but a good sore," she said laughingly.
They laid in each others arms for a while, reluctant to leave. But they hear people at the inn getting up, so Sardana, with one last squeeze, got off of Diana.
They got ready for the day, then they went to the castle.
Journal Entry ------------
As we approached Charity Palace, I was impressed by the huge courtyard, a beautiful ensemble of gothic buildings, the large façade, and the massive square keep houses. The guard who guided us around showed us two chapels built one above the other, and the former main hall with its wide bays and a giant triple fireplace, as he lead us to the interior. My impression was that Charity Palace was large, very fortified, solidly built, and quite impressive. Diana did not seem nearly as impressed. Has she been to Court before?
We were lead to the Lord High Chamberlain's plush office. Lord High Chamberlain Ficelle is the Count's right hand man. I gave him the gift I had brought with me from the capital. He said he would deliver it to the Count after it had been checked for dangerous magic. I noticed he blinked rapidly and continually throughout our conversation. He is a humble man, and gave all the credit for the economic welfare of the Province of Roussillon to the Count, but I have heard rumors that he is the real power behind the throne. I found him very helpful, and look forward to working with him in the future.
My next stop was to see Chancellor Voulzy, the head of the civil service. It is rumored that wolves and dogs howled at the moment of his birth, and some suspect he is a lycathrope. I found him to be arrogant, and obnoxious. We went over HIS fantastic tax system, which was MUCH better then the one before. He also told me, after I had played to his ego, that he would issue the proclamation announcing me as the monopoly license holder, which will validate my authority to make the larger deals.
Then I met with Justice Polacci, the head of the judges in the Province of Roussillon. When we arrived in his office, I noticed he had models of ships on his desk, and many more on the shelves on the walls. I complimented him on them, and he seemed pleased. He himself had made them; Justice Polacci likes to assemble models of ships. We spent a few hours discussing the dimensions of the ship I arrived on, the Foaming Whitcap, before we discussed the local laws to see which laws may affect my trading. There are none that would impede my authority to make a guild or, frankly, anything else of a mercantile nature. I have carte blanche as the holder of the monopoly license. Justice Polacci showed me his reputation as a fair and well liked man was accurate. He told me of his subordinates, Sheriff Rockin and Prosecutor Iones, but I don't I will need their services unless I am robbed.
End of Journal Entry ------------
Sardana stole glances at his lover as they walked down the passageway. She is beautiful. He knew he loved her then, not just for her looks, but for her intelligence, her playfulness, and her passion. She felt him staring at her, and looked at him with a questioning smile. "Kiss me," he said urgently. "Here?" she asked, looking around the empty hallway. Usually he was shy. She kissed him, a short peck on the lips. He caught her waist, and pulled her closer. He deepened the kiss as she opened her mouth for him. Their tongues met. Diana threw a leg around him, nearly knocking him down. He blushed, and pushed her leg down, looking around for anyone watching. He looked at her seriously, "Quit it."
They were not alone again until after one of Sardana's interviews. While they were waiting for the next interview to begin, Sardana reached over and took Diana's hand. "Remember the hallway, where I told you to kiss me?" he asked. "That is where a ghost haunts."
"Really?" she asked.
"No, I am setting a scene. The ghost is a lusty sort. It paralyzes pretty woman and fondles them."
"Can't I fight it off?" she asked.
"NO! There are all sorts of normal people around. If they think I am really forcing you..." he trailed off when he saw her smirk and he realized she was teasing him.
Sardana told her story of the ghost, getting her bothered, teasing her for teasing him.
After the interview, they raced back to their room.
"You have to be completely still, not move, you are paralyzed, Diana," Sardana instructed her. "Put your hands on the wall. Stand with your feet a little apart. No moving, no talking."
Diana does as she is told. He moves behind her. He brushes her cheek with his fingertips. He lightly strokes her neck. He moves closer to her, nuzzling the back of her neck with his lips, which sends shivers down her spine. She feels how bothered he is as he leans forward to nuzzle her ear and his groin rubs against her ass. He reaches his arms around her. He traces her collar bones. Sardana rubs his hands down her arms, from her biceps to her forearms.
He lightly strokes the back of her hand, then her fingers. She curls her fingers around his. "No moving, remember?" he asks throatily in her ear. She puts her hands back on the wall. He reverses the direction of his hands, from her forearms to her triceps to her breasts. His breath is hot in her ear.
He rubs her stomach, down her hips, lower, touching her clit; briefly, teasingly. "Bad ghost," she says huskily as he moves his hand away. "Shh," he says trying not to laugh.
She couldn't move or talk. But she could make noise.
He places his hand back between her legs. He rubs her, teasingly at first, but then he rubs her clit. After a few pleasurable moments, he changes tactics and squeezes her sensitive clit. She moans, and tries not to turn her head and kiss him. He rubs then squeezes her clit, alternating until she is shaking. When he puts his finger into her, she gives a soft, sexy "yeah," knowing it will drive him crazy. When he starts pumping his finger into her sex, she gives a soft, feminine laugh.
He hikes up her dress, then removes his clothing. Holding the dress up with one hand, he strokes her. He moves her torso forward slightly to get a better angle. When he enters her vagina, she cries "Ohh." As he starts thrusting, her fingernails scratch the wall. When he gets all the way into her, she "hmms." He turns her face to him and kisses her, hard and deep. He pushes into her. His hand continues to stroke her as he increases the speed of his hips.
"Come for me. Come with me now, Diana."
He gets pleased; she gets pleased.
They pant. He hugs her tight to him.
The dress she never took off will need to be cleaned. He holds her blissfully until they can move, then they snuggle on the bed. She rubs his head, and rolls him over for a back rub. After a while they have lunch, and continue with Sardana's business.
Journal Entry ------------
Same Day, night. After lunch, I met with Marshall Ibels, who controls the military and the mercenaries. Marshall Ibels is best known for the "Wailing Dagger," which is an ornate weapon that wails when it is drawn, and grants the wielder phenomenal speed and quickness. He has the reputation as a hard worker; the many used candle stubs around his office testified to his long hours. He and I talked about my hiring warriors for everything from personal bodyguards to caravan escorts. He told me Bernard Laporte is in direct charge of the mercenaries. Bernard is quartered at Sentinel Wall, to the east of the town. Although he told me I should speak to Bernard to hire the mercenary forces I want, Marshall Ibels surprised me by assigning two of his men as my personal guards while I am in town and for the trip to Sentinel Wall. I am making a note to repay his generosity, at least twofold.
As we were leaving, with the two able men-at-arms escorting us, we were stopped by a mysterious individual. He introduced himself as Inquisitor Oted. He claimed to have knowledge of last treasure and the locations of ruins brimming with treasure for sale. I found talking to him quite a chore. Everything he said could have been taken many ways.
In the afternoon, I went and talked with the head of the Church in the area, Dean Tiskdil. Dean Tiskdil is in his mid thirties, fit, and has an aura of wisdom around him like a bright light. He is in charge of all the Gonroll temples in the whole Province of Roussillon. We met at the main church in Perpignan. L'Eglise de la Real is the royal neighborhood church. It was not fancy, or decorated with the gilt-edge trappings I had come to expect of a church of the Sea God, but this is the frontier.
When we talked about Gonroll, which was often, he would lean forward, and become much more focussed and animated. When we discussed trade matters, he leaned back, thumbed through a book, and said "What ever" more times then I can remember. Even my offer of tithing did not catch his attention.
For Gonroll granted healing, he directed me to Curate Venof. Curate Venof is in charge of the four temples in town, but probably not for much longer. Curate Venof is hated for having improper contact with one of the parishioners, (but I will not spread gossip herein,) and many are calling for his removal. I found him at St. Jacques Church, sitting dejectedly on the entrance porch. He seemed remorseful and lifeless. I do not think he would be a reliable source of healing in a crisis, so I am going to look elsewhere.
For dinner we had petits patés (meat pies) with wild mushrooms such as cèpes and girolles which are common in the forests. The inn' specialty is aligot, a mixture of mashed potatoes, local cheese and cream; it was very tasty.
End of Journal Entry ------------
After dinner, Sardana wants to make his notes, and make his entries in into his journal, so Diana goes out and explores the town. When she returns, they talk. Sardana and Diana snuggle up on the bed, her on top of him, with her head on his chest. They talk for a bit about their goals, dreams, and values.
"Who do you want me to be tonight?" she asks him. "I want to please you for all you have done with me, for me, today."
"I want you to be you. You are more then enough for me," he answered.
She puts on a corset. Diana sashays over to the bed, swinging her hips. She notes with pleasure his growing interest. She leans over him, letting him look at her hair, her chest, her corset accented curves. She runs her hand over him lightly, leaving goose bumps in her wake.
She mounts him. Diana takes Sardana deep into her in one thrust, lowering herself down on him. He grins at her. She kisses him for a while, then arches her chest against his. His eyes are dilated; he likes the corset she wears. She straightens up, runs her fingers through her hair, watching him watching her, knowing how much he likes what he sees. She reaches back, looking in his eyes as she strokes him. Her first stroke causes him to purr, and stroke her thighs.
This continues for a few moments or an eternity, who can tell? Finally, he grabs her and pulls her close. "Faster," he growls, and starts kissing her. She moves faster and faster, keeping their mouths together. He kisses her more ferociously; deep tongue thrusts and open mouth maulings. She moves, and then feels him tense. He holds her, and one last thrust of hers pushes him over the edge.
He kisses his appreciation to her. She flops on top of him. He cuddles with her, running his hands up and down her. "Have you ever slept on top of someone?" he asks, sleepily. "I want you to stay close." She rubs her face against his, and rocks him back and forth, happy that she has made him so happy.