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Post by Gilwen on Nov 28, 2009 0:52:04 GMT -5
His age? Well, the little thing hadn’t seemed old enough to be able to claim such a number. The man was still young, though. My, was his body full of such youth. The lady…his betrothed seemed far too young for such a strapping gentleman.
“And you are old enough to be our mother.”
“Yes,” Shania mused aloud. “I very well could be, I suppose.” She paused a moment, though. She did not wish him to look upon her in a motherly way; then, winning his compliance for the night would be near impossible. “But many a man seeks for his own mother in his match. Something about a motherly touch speaks wonders to most. And I,” she gave another sultry smile, “I can tend to you in a way your own mother cannot.”
“And be aware that I can keep up with the best of them,” she was slightly proud of such a fact. She might be aged in years, but Shania was certainly not old. “I have been known to make a few chandeliers move.”
“I am quite fine, truly. It is only midsummer; the nights are still hot enough for me, and by the time the nights grow truly cool, I shall be wed to my beloved and she will help me to warm my own bed just fine.”
Shania laughed airily before gripping his tunic sleeve once more. “Oh, do not think that such a small little thing would be able to warm your bed.” The harlot was entirely amused with such a thought, and ventured further with it. “I daresay, she can probably not even warm her own.”
“My boots shall be beneath no bed but my own!”
“Well, that seems a dreadful shame. It seems that one should always choose a party over loneliness. Even if there are only two in attendance.” She stepped quietly and quickly after him, her longer legs let her move much faster than his own Gilwen could have, and the woman was certainly desperate enough to take a fine time in pursuit. Stalking was, perhaps, the downside of the cougar’s routine.
“Come now,” she quickly tried a new approach. “I can see you are a hard worker. You have muscles that could only have been crafted by true labor. I can reward you. I have all evening. We can take it slowly.”
She worked her way close to him again, shifting her weight so that she seemed as feminine and appealing as she could be. “I promise that even a man such as you would enjoy such softness and closeness, though you do seem to think yourself above such desires.”
"No man is above such desires, dear."
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Faeldor
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Post by Faeldor on Nov 28, 2009 12:35:00 GMT -5
“Yes, I very well could be, I suppose. But many a man seeks for his own mother in his match. Something about a motherly touch speaks wonders to most. And I can tend to you in a way your own mother cannot. And be aware that I can keep up with the best of them. I have been known to make a few chandeliers move.”
Faeldor pressed his hand against his face, groaned once more. Must she play at the images in his mind in such a way? He did not wish to think on the matter. “I tell you, that I have already found my match; and in your business, it does not seem as if you are looking for a match at any rate,” the man answered. He may as well humor her, for it seemed that she was near clinging upon his side. Still; his own mother’s image was set in his mind; and this was not the way in which he wished to relate.
Though, she did have a point in some way. Faeldor considered earlier in the evening; as he had watched his Gilwen holding and quieting Eoric. That motion had been quite appealing to him, and indeed, he knew she would make a fine mother. Though this, this! Shania did not appeal to him as a mother to his children, but a mother to him herself! This was not attractive at any rate, and she was only disgusting him more as he spoke. Indeed, he wished to bury his face in his pillow now, and avoid such thoughts. Making chandeliers move? The man frowned; the chandelier above their dining room table could never be thought of in the same way.
“Oh, do not think that such a small little thing would be able to warm your bed. I daresay, she can probably not even warm her own.” Faeldor frowned moreso; she had turned once more to insulting his Gilwen, if in any way these things could be considered an insult! They were surely meant in this way though. Perhaps Gilwen was cold at night. In all likelihood she was; for she often seemed chilled. But after some time in his arms, she always did feel warm… There, think on Gilwen, he told himself.
“Well, that seems a dreadful shame. It seems that one should always choose a party over loneliness. Even if there are only two in attendance.” The frown could not leave his face. She had cut the man from his thoughts of his love once more, and was becoming a continual annoyance at his side as she paced to keep up with him.
“I have a large family. It is not late enough that they would have all retired for the evening.” There, he might speak on his family. A very clean thought. “I might sit and talk with my sisters, and my mother before bed. It should not be lonely in my household, this is certain,” he argued. Indeed! There was not a loneliness to be found in the House of Faelon!
“Come now, I can see you are a hard worker. You have muscles that could only have been crafted by true labor. I can reward you. I have all evening. We can take it slowly. I promise that even a man such as you would enjoy such softness and closeness, though you do seem to think yourself above such desires.”
“All evening? I must rise before the sun in the morning, to walk my Lady to work,” Faeldor answered. Oh, perhaps you have read me right for once though,” Faeldor said jokingly, stopping, and turning to look at the woman, as she had gripped him once more. She was looking at him so desirously; it was infuriating. And she was certainly not even intoxicated! To think, a woman in her right mind to be acting in the way she was.
“I am a man, and do we not all desire such things?” he asked rhetorically, his hand coming to rest upon Shania’s. “I will not say that I do not desire to hold my beloved in such a way. The both of us look forward to our wedding night, when we shall truly belong to each other completely.” Faeldor smiled slightly, at the thought of it. He would hold his Gilwen close all her life, and never seek for what Shania wished to offer in another.
With that, Faeldor grasped the harlot’s hand, and pushed it off of him once more. “Do not think I am so easily led astray. Are you going to walk with me the whole way?” His frown returned, now as they had made their way to nearly the third tier of the city.
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Gilwen
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Post by Gilwen on Nov 28, 2009 14:45:43 GMT -5
“I tell you, that I have already found my match; and in your business, it does not seem as if you are looking for a match at any rate.”
Shania momentarily floundered for words; it was rare, she truly was a woman who hand an ample supply. Still, for her to answer truthfully would certainly turn him away. So, she warped her views a bit. Perhaps even a bit for herself. “I should like to find a match if such a thing is offered to me. Until then, I see to the happiness and desires of others,” she pointedly looked to him as if to remind him he was the other of whom she was seeking to pleasure. As if the stable master could have forgotten.
“I have a large family. It is not late enough that they would have all retired for the evening.”
Shania shook her head, “But they cannot tend to you the way I can. If you are worried for their presence, we can go elsewhere. Somewhere that nobody could find you, or hear of this.” Was it the reputation of his family he was trying to protect? Indeed, Shania needed to figure it out, less she lose the chance forever.
The man admitted that he desired such closeness, this brought a new fervor to Shania’s eyes—as long as he admitted that the sexual drive was working within him toward anything, she could perhaps sway him and convince him to come with her. What she heard next was a bit surprising though.
“I will not say that I do not desire to hold my beloved in such a way. The both of us look forward to our wedding night, when we shall truly belong to each other completely.”
He spoke as if he had truly saved himself for that little thing he had dropped off upon the first tier. Whyever would someone wish to do that? It seemed all men jumped at such opportunities with women. What was making this one so much more difficult? “Your wedding night should be fine for you both,” she began smoothly. “Would it not please you to fully pleasure her?” For a moment she paused before continuing in her thought.
“One night with me shall prepare you for it.” It was bold, brazen and confident. Nonetheless, Shania did not falter in her words. “Then, when you do take the little thing home with you, you shall not have to fear for your lack of experience. She will never have to learn of it.”
My, the man was walking so quickly! Shania was quickly becoming desperate. “Do not think I am so easily led astray. Are you going to walk with me the whole way?” She frowned at him slightly, though perhaps it was only her eyes that hardened. “I would not think that you are easy to get,” she began. Indeed, challenge was sometimes stimulating. “Though, perhaps you are easy to please.” She thought on the girl again for a moment. Such a plain little thing! Surely this man could not see how much he had been easily led astray.
“As for walking with you,” the woman faltered. “I can see that tonight it shall make little difference. Though, another time, perhaps, we shall find each other.” She smiled. “You may find that for a last stand as a bachelor you could use me.” She stopped in her tracks then. She did not need to venture to far, anyway. Less she miss actual business upon the second tier. Perhaps it was time to work the taverns. Drunken men always seemed eager, and they did not mind things such as age, or any other setback one might think of when working in the business.
“Until we meet again, my lord.”
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Faeldor
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Post by Faeldor on Nov 28, 2009 17:33:52 GMT -5
“Your wedding night should be fine for you both. Would it not please you to fully pleasure her? For a moment she paused before continuing in her thought. One night with me shall prepare you for it. Then, when you do take the little thing home with you, you shall not have to fear for your lack of experience. She will never have to learn of it.”
Faeldor frowned magnificently. “For Eru’s sake. I told you that I do not care for experience. My Lady will not care for experience either. Better that we have none. I will have none other than she; and she will be glad to know that. I would never desire you, nor would I lie to her.”
The stable master looked to the sky for a moment; as if the Valar were teasing him in some way. They were obviously not tempting him, for he had no desire for this woman whatsoever. But, they were certainly having fun in watching him at the moment. He sighed. Gilwen would certainly be glad that he had shared a bed with none other. She would not mind lack of experience; he hardly even had to assure himself of that. They would both learn together; men and women had done it for years, and certainly it should not be a difficult measure.
Finally though, it seemed that Shania had given up for the eve. She expressed that she had tried long enough, and certainly she was off to the first tier taverns once more to try her luck there. Indeed, he was glad to be wasting her time.
“Until we meet again, my lord.”
Faeldor sighed as the woman finally stopped walking with him, and he did not make a move to stop with her, nor answer her. He surely hoped that he would never see her again; though he had faint impression in his mind that she had seen him now as a challenge and would not relent. Much in the way that Rosiel sought him. He had persisted with being much more rude to that young woman, and she had still persisted with him over the years.
The man tried hard not to think on the matter now as he quickened his pace further and set off toward the sixth tier. Yes, he would keep his mind off of it. Better to think on Gilwen. Yes, he needed a plan, for soon he would go to speak with Beregar. Perhaps in a few days. He needed to plan his words first. Oh, but he was not in a state for such planning tonight. Instead he turned his thoughts back to his lady. Best to think of easier things. Fela Isilme… yes, he could recall her dance in his mind, and the soft glow of moonlight upon her, and even at a distance, Gilwen began to settle him.
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While Faeldor’s tensions increased upon the lower tiers of the city; upon the seventh level, young Narbeleth was having a pleasant evening. She had of course not forgotten the grief of little Haliel’s birthday party in the gardens earlier; yet she had relaxed considerably. Perhaps now she was more relaxed and pleased than she had even been before the party began; for even after being thrown into the midst of a family gathering, Calon was still by her side.
He did not seem to care if her family was a bit excitable. Indeed, it seemed the opposite; he was still beside her. What a pleasant notion! Young Narbeleth had never cared much by way of men before. It had not been her fancy as a girl to trail after them. But Calon was quite different than most men she knew. He did not seem to fancy her as a side amusement; but wished to share in the fun and adventure with her, and he treated her as a companion. She would be quite glad to partake in his adventures.
“Goodnight, Cal,” Beleth said softly, a smile upon her voice. “I will see you tomorrow,” she added, reminding him of her promise to stop in at the stables. She would never wish to miss it. She had not let her hand slip from the man’s since they had begun their walk from the edge of the battlement, and even now that they stood back near her doorstep, she had drawn close in front of him; one hand pressed tightly within his, and the other upon his arm. She was not ready to leave him so soon yet though, and she let the moments near him draw out.
What would be the trouble in it? Narbeleth knew that she was not as impulsive as her sister Miriel, nor as ignorant as Faeldor thought her. A simple kiss or embrace would not send her oft into being with child. Calon was a chivalrous man, and would not think to take advantage of her. Narbeleth had no worries of him; she was rather comfortable being close with him. His presence had put her even more at solace, and especially after this trying evening. In fact, she wished to be closer. Miriel’s warnings had come to mean nothing to her. Calon’s arms were far too inviting for her to hold herself back.
She took a step nearer. While she did not lean against the man yet, there was hardly a space between the two now, and she looked up at him with happily glinting eyes and faintly parted lips, the hand upon his arm tracing up to his shoulder. Surely the man would understand that she was giving him permission to draw nearer. Her fingertips finally slid past the man’s collar, and rested lightly amidst the edge of his dark curls, her hand cupping the back of his neck. Beleth had stopped her stream of talking, and her lips were quite free.
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Faeldor frowned. As if he had had not had enough to set him off already this night; now he comes upon this! When finally approaching his house, and anticipating the relaxation it would bring; this is what awaits him!
Not only was Calon standing far too near his sister; and on the brink of destroying her innocence, but she was allowing it! He sighed inwardly. He would need to have a word with his sister; that was certain. It was obviously not only Calon who was moving far too quickly along.
They had not even noticed his approach! Such were their eyes upon one another. He did not stop to consider that often he looked at Gilwen the same way. Then again, Gilwen was seven years older than his sister; and much more mature. Narbeleth was not ready to be so breached by a man. His eyes were set in stone as he approached them, though he said nothing until he was perhaps a few arm breadths away.
“Narbeleth,” he was not yelling, but his voice was quite firm. “I think it it is quite time that you go inside.”
“Faeldor,” Narbeleth’s eyes widened and both of her hands dropped to her side in startlement.
“Get inside,” he said once more, a bit more forcefully, and Narbeleth was not in a state to argue, nor did she wish to be, so she relented, sighing. Her heart was so high in her throat that she could not even say a word, and she felt her hands tremble as she suppressed her emotions. She looked once more to Calon, and then moved to the doorway.
“I will see you at work in the morning, Calon…” Faeldor paused for a minute; his eyes glaring swords at the young man who had been far too near his sister. “If I were you I would come a good two hours earlier than your usual. We’re moving some horses and the stalls need to be mucked before sunrise. I forgot to tell the other men, so it is up to you. Goodnight.”
At that, Faeldor turned to enter the house. Narbeleth was still standing in the doorway staring out at Calon, and Faeldor lightly grasped her arm as he went inside, pulling her with him, and shutting the door behind. The lecture ensued for the next two hours, and finally, Faeldor made his way to bed.
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Post by Calon on Nov 28, 2009 18:02:45 GMT -5
Calon had been quite pleased by the relaxation that had ensued that evening. It was far beyond all things for him to imagine such peace that had come with the time spent with the daughter of Faelon beside him. Her hand had been within his since they had made their light walk through the courtyards. The young huntsman was very sure that he was never going to let it go; though, sadly, their evening had had to come to an end, and Calon and Narbeleth had slowly made their way back to her home upon the sixth tier.
She bid him goodnight, and the man smiled happily. “And to you, Nightingale. I shall gladly wait for you until then.” His voice was low. Indeed it seemed a crime to speak too loudly here, for she had turned her speech to him in a soft way as well.
Oh, she was a lovely woman. The tears from earlier had utterly vanished, and now her grey eyes sparkled in the most beautiful way, catching the lovely stars within their depths. Something within him stilled; it was entrancing. The light, her eyes, her gentle gaze, the warmth of her as she faced him.
He had never imagined he could look upon a woman in such a way.
Narbeleth moved closer, and it only took a moment for Calon to realize what she desired. He smiled down at her; a horrid evening had turned out fabulously. And, even the manly Calon felt a desire to give the lady what she wished for and indeed something he now knew he desired. Slowly, the man leaned forward, blue eyes watching her lips as he got nearer her…
“Narbeleth.”
And just like that, everything was lost. His head jerked upward to see the elder brother approaching, and felt the woman recoil a slight out of surprise. Calon’s own face was set in a similar expression, though a part of him held a bit of a temper over it as well. The evening had almost ended fabulously. Still out yourself, Faeldor? Calon’s thoughts were a bit embittered and sarcastic, but he did well to keep his expression calm and his nerves collected.
“Get inside. “I will see you at work in the morning, Calon…”
Calon watched as Narbeleth flitted for the doorway. Faeldor turned his words to him now, and the flame of a temper that Narbeleth had quelled throughout the day was aflame again. “Yes, I do believe I should be home to rest too,” the words were a bit callous, and the man looked once more to lovely Narbeleth in the doorway before beginning his own walk home for the evening.
So it was well for Faeldor to take the lips of his own lady, and not for Calon to do the same? Such double standards! And now! Two hours of extra work for the trouble of wanting to do such a thing!
Oh, and he had not even been able to actually commit the crime to deserve the punishment! Well, he would see to it that such a thing was taken in stride. He would see her tomorrow; she had promised. And perhaps, if he took the punishment like a man, Faeldor would accept him better. So it was eagerly that he took to his bed, and with duty rose early the next morning. The one thing in the world that was worth it was that lady. For Beleth, he could handle such things as extra chores, however unfortunate it felt to him.
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