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 Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2015 5:36 pm
No your fine Once the searing hot blade touched Ezio and his would he immediately opened his his eyes, but however he did no jump or scream like most others, for he learned threw his training how to stay his emotions and not show them. He just grinned his teeth and looked at Jaclyn as he held him down. He wondered why she was helping him as they were rivals and she had ever intent to kill him during the duel. He just waited and watched as he rummaged threw her things to find the salve. He listened to her and sat still allowing her to apply the balm to ease the pain. He sat and listened to here as she told him she had no intention of keeping him and then spoke quietly "If I am of no interest to you, why save me in the first place, you should have let your father just kill me."Why would a girl who had no intention for him go and save his life? After she applied the balm and went to return it Ezio looked around for his armor and found it thrown about without care, but was still sore and not able to really get it. As she was returning Ezio asked for some water, and Jaclyn thinking of no danger went to get him a cup, as she stood by her water bowl getting his drink Ezio stood up and and grabbed Jaclyn from behind grabbing both hands and crossing them preventing her from using as his body pressed against hers. "Well then if I only have two weeks, and then I can go free I might as well make the most of the time" He said as he spun her around and planted a deep, passionate kiss across her rough lips, kissing her for about a minute. Holding her long hair on the back of the head and his other arm on her waist, he kissed he multiple times before pulling away, but not letting her go. "Beautiful and tasteful, your the whole package aren't you"Ezio expected some kind of retaliation from her, since she was a warrior first and a woman second. He figured it was worth the punishment, as he watched her raise her hand and clutch it in a fist. With quick thought to prevent her from hitting him he pulled her robe down which was the only piece of clothing she had on, and Ezio did not realize that until she stood before him naked. Ezio could not believe it but couldn't help but not stare at he curvy yet delectable figure."Hmm.....ehh.....I....Well aren't you just well rounded....in all aspects."He smiles and puts one hand behind his head trying to play off what just happened as cool
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2015 7:49 pm
 Jaclyn Windrite
Stupid boys, she thought at him in response to his question about her motives. She didn't need a shadow protector like she'd told Brom, but that didn't mean she wasn't interested in seeing more of him. Their brawls had been the most fun she could remember, why would she want that to stop before they even got to truly open up as adversaries. Applying the balm to the wound she had to feel him and firmness of his chest, glide over him with the ebb and flow of his breathing knowing that as well as great pain she also brought him ease for that pain. She wasn't aware of the glow on her battered face or how temptingly contented she was playing nurse to him but it must have done quite a number on the Knight.
All done she tossed the wood crafted jar across the tent at the bag she'd found it in, and missed. She'd have to get up after all, no sense in letting him know she was a slob with her living space on the first day. It didn't occur to her to put up a defense about the way she moved in front of him. She was aware of him watching her, the significance lost on her, as she bent and swayed under the white thin linen shift as the fire light created shadows and highlights inside highlights and shadows accenting the slopes and lines of her body in motion. His request for water wasn't too far out of the way, she was right next to the basin of fresh creek water and she had plenty for the night. She shrugged and put her back to him for just that moment as she dipped the ladle to fill for him. She fumbled the ladle when he snatched her hands and crossed them over her chest, instinct bringing her legs up off the ground to put all her weight on him but it also tipped the basin over. She had intended to force him to drop her using his grip against him and pick him up off his feet for a body slam-again that's what she intended not what happened. She hadn't counted on him being strong enough to hold her full weight! For that moment she was entirely at his mercy and genuinely concerned for her safety. If she died unarmed and unarmored, she would be just another dead woman trying to play at things she shouldn't-no legends to immortalize her! And yet, her heart wasn't pounding out for a threat but a twisted sort of trust and an excitement that came hand in hand with that trust. She swore to herself that he would never know how his voice and warm breath of life prickled her skin as he spoke into the sensitive spot behind her ear.
She gasped, surprised by the sweet sound of her own voice, when she was spun. She'd jerked her hands back to tuck them mantis style for protection but he'd forced her defense open enough to kiss her. She struggled with keeping up, these events were all so fast she was left no choice but let her self be honest physically as he sucked the life out of her, melting her with the passionate dance of tongues. She wasn't keeping track of when he let her hands go or where his went until she felt his grip on the fine hairs at the nap of her neck, the heat on the small of her back. As for her hands, they could have gone anywhere, but if the sandy sensation of late night subtle on her fingers one could guess they had found the crook of his jaw and neck. She had leaned in chasing him when he broke away first. This wasn't fair, she was supposed to mistress it was her job to kiss him first!
His words after word stung the most though. His compliments-calling her beautiful-what did he know of her beauty but what he saw with his eyes? How was she tasteful aside from the flavor of her lips and skin? In one cruel swoop he announced how little he knew about her and now topped with this physical attraction...Her eyes misted with tears as her hands raised against him, her fists balling up with her sad rage. All of that energy imploded when he stepped back and away from her, jerking her thin white shift down to her waist where it fell naturally to pool around her feet. Did he just...?
She watched him take in her image, the earthen color pallet from the Auburn brown of her hair to the copper glaze of her skin, and the dark umber of her perked nipples. Wait...she made a face to hold back her giggle fit, his bold back bone abandoning him was too adorable. "Oohh, are you shy? Don't tell me I'm your first?"
It would have been nice if she could maintain that attitude but he'd poked the right weak spot with the right sharp stick to piss her off to actual resentment. She didnt' give him the chance to talk. "Or would I just be your first Barbarian whore? If were to let you, would you keep my name? That would be impressive since you haven't learned it yet."
If he didn't know he was in trouble at that point he might figure it out when she made it obvious by pointing out an ugly shriveled statuette mounted over the bed of furs and straw. "It's okay, my last lover didn't know my name either in fact he knew less about me than you do but he learned. He learned really quick when I ripped his d**k off with my beautiful, tasteful, well rounded arse!"
Fuming, she stepped out of her dress and picked up the basin, "I'm going to refill this. Run off if you want to, you won't get far with those wounds or our guards watching the this tent. I'm not sure if I care about you sticking around anymore."
She didn't mean it, it was just the hurt talking because she had kissed him back and didn't know his name either. Tossing the flap of the tent open she stepped out into the fading daylight just as nude as the day she was born and not giving a genuine damn about being seen. Maybe it had been too unrealistic for her hope for a little real courtship but knowing that didn't stop her heart from breaking. Stupid boys....
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2015 8:24 pm
Ezio watched as she stormed off out of the tent and knew he was in trouble, he was no good with women. Unknowing to her she actually was his first everything. With his training to be a knight enchanter Ezio did not have time for woman nor did he even try, he was too busy with everything so he kissing her an seeing her body he was impressed and genuinely sincere. He did not know that saying things like that, would offend her or make her angry, he now deep inside felt a bit of sadness as his mistake. Ezio paced back and forth slowly because of the wounds trying to figure out what to do, how to apologize or maybe even escape. Escape however was out of the question as she was right, he was too injured to go. Ashe paced he kept talking to himself "A whore! no I don't think she is a, how could she think, where would she get that idea. Lover, who brought lovers into this and let alone names." He continued to pace back and forth and peaked outside the tent to look for her, as she kneel by the river Ezio watched her as her hair shimmered and the glowing rays of the sunset perfectly grazed across her skin. All he really did she was a beautiful warrior princess, he did not know how to talk to her or get to know her. She was the enemy it is his job to take them down not fall for them or like them. He quickly jumped back into the tent when he saw her getting up and and returning to the tent. He tried to surprise here by quickly cleaning up her tent so it was as organized as his own quarters in the castle. Before he sat down back turn to the entrance and arms folded over trying to act tough. As she entered back into the tent she was a little surprised that Ezio was still here. Ezio sighed and in a dull but apologetic tone told her "You were correct I can see how what I said was hurtful to you, and I din not intend it to be that way. But you have to know I spent my life raining and being raised in a castle, I was raised to charm not be sincere." He said all this while not once looking back or turning around, because he didn't think it right to stare at her naked after what had transpired. But more importantly deep down he didn't want to turn around because he hurt her with his comments and couldn't face to look into her eyes, which almost pierced his soul. My name is Ezio Darkstrider, I have no idea of the feminine whiles of women nor have I ever touched nor seen one, well naked. Nor one as beautiful as you. You have a strong fighting spirit which I find admirable about you." He lowered his head knowing that he had no choice but to stay here with her so he asked her permission to stay. "May I inquire as to the name of the warrior who severely injured me and is the greatest swords woman I have met?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2015 10:39 pm
Ahkiliz I was going to add more but I can see some fun on the horizon Jaclyn Windrite
Poor Ezio would have to get used to that. He'd drive himself nuts if he tried to map out all the avenues of the female mind even if he had a hundred life times instead of two measly weeks. When Jaclyn returned with her basin full of water again, she had adopted a serene look of acceptance. Nothing like that was going to happen anyway because he still sworn to the foreign royals that wanted to over run her people. The kind of relationship he had offered was the only one they were going to get, she doubted they could even really be comrades in arms. The depression written plainly on her face unlike a certain someone she could mention. He couldn't even admit he was in pain when poked with a red hot sword! He was collected and cool while she was an open book of emotion and an abysmal organizationalist. They were too different, she told her self as she set the basin down on the stand where it was supposed to go.
The room was different, what was different about her room aside from him still being in it? Holy crap on crackers, it was clean!? Did he clean her room? Was that sweet or creepy in this instance? Then he started to talk-he had to ******** talk, she rolled her eyes at the back of his head expecting him to stick his foot in his face again but didn't interrupt him. As he went along, she was glad she hadn't. He was apologizing and that made the creepy of him cleaning her room disappear to leave just the sweetness. He wasn't looking at her though. Why not look her in the face when he said this? Then she felt a breeze and thought, oh yeah. He's shy. Which he also felt the need to discuss with her, wasn't he suddenly Chatty Cathy. Her face still hurt so she smiled from the eyes at the back of his head, her lower lip sticking out because he was so vulnerable right now exposing his heart to her right now. That's all she wanted from him. He was too cute not to tease right now.
She picked up her discarded shift and threw it onto his head. Snapping her fingers and letting her voice carry the smile she couldn't express right now, "You took it off you should put it back on." It sounded like an order one might give a servant but she had made sure he understood she was joking. Anything to keep this on the right track with the difference of "you do it" and "you get to do it". He would get to put her clothes back on. Huge difference, because only a female could be that arrogant and get away with it when speaking to a male that wanted to ******** her and had screwed up. Doing things for her suddenly becomes a privilege and no one was going to question it because if he does enough for her he might actually get to ******** her...or at least a handy.
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2015 6:49 am
Feel free to add as much as you like smile Ezio drapped the shift off his head an into his lap and stared at it, think he might as well obesy it was his job now. He stood up and turned around taking a deep breath as she was still naked, he did his best to try and make it seem he was cool as he walked over and put her shift back on entirely covering her body once more. At that moment Ezio mentally prepared as he knew that he would do a lot more tings for her, not knowing they would be a privilege. Next thing she had him do was clean her armor, the one that he had cracked and beaten during their duel and first encounter. He sat and made sure to clean it all,polish it and rack it on it's post. Later she would order him for a foot massage so Ezio did his best to please her and her feet. Later that same night he was given the privilege of bathing her as she was still a bit weak from the battle, but more so to punish Ezio further. To even further the tease the only stipulation was that he could not look at her when bathing her making that much more difficult to wash her. She left the tent and teasingly wiggled her finger for Ezio to follow, but having a stern voice commanding him to follow as they made their way down the river. It watch almost pitch black now, with only the torch she carried as light. Then she undressed, Ezio not looking, she got into the river and made him strip slowly to his loincloth for her pleasure to watch and make further fun. Once Ezio finished he entered the river and as commanded without looking he began to wash her as she turned her back to him. He started with he auburn hair which was long, so he needed to be gentle;the hair was the easy part. Then he proceeded down here back,still easy, then her face which he took extra time and was very careful not to anger her if he did anything wrong to it. Then all that was left was the hard parts he now had to do her firm butt, perky breasts, her dark cavern, her lond but built abdomen along with her "hair". Lastly were her long smooth legs but first he had to get past the foes before him. He worked his way around to her back and began washing her butt, he washed slowly making sure to get it everywhere, almost as if teasing himself, even getting between the craves. Then he stood up and went to her front and using his hands he guided himself to work on them following the curves, making sure not to squeeze hard, but could feel her perky nipples against the palm of his hand. As he continued he moved down her abs whih you could feel the build, it was not to muscular to scare men, but just enough to make her more attractive and show her dedication to being a warrior. Thinking to himself "It's now or never I don't know if I'm doing a good job, but let's hope." He took a deep breath and with he eyes closed dived under the water to do her legs, which were very dirty since their duel had kept taking them to the ground, he followed the long smooth legs and even washed a bit roughly to get those hard stuck on there patch's clean. Lastly, he reached her cavern saying to himself again "Screw it it's now or never" as he just realized his cloth was dirty and she only gave him one. Hesitating underwater you, she could she the bubbles emerging from the water and she found it amusing, and wondered what he would use as a cloth now. Calming down Ezio knew he had only one choice, so he took off his loincloth and placed in his hand and placed it on her cavern and using a circular motion, combined with a few up and down movement's started to wash her cavern.
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2015 2:56 am
This is more fun they I thought it would be, Jaclyn thought as she raised her arms for him to pull the shift back down over her head. Priceless, his face was calm but she could feel his hands shaking. Making him quake under the skin was enough for the moment, she waved him away and straightened herself the rest of the way. Making a terrible noise as she gathered thick, sticky, spit from her throat, spit in her hand, and held it out to him to shake on a proper deal, "Welcome to the rustic barbarian lands Knight Enchanter Ezio Darkstrider. My name's Jaclyn Windrite-no fancy titles yet but I'm working on it. You do what I say and I'll keep you alive until such a time as you're able to return home, I'll even make the tasks simple so you don't have to sacrifice too much pride in the process."
There was no stopping the grin that spread on her face when he stared at her hand, debating on what the protocol was for this kind of handshake. To help him out she plucked at the hand he needed and slapped the goop into his palm giving it a firm shake. "Alright, now you can take care of both our armors while I go get us some dinner. Oh, but do it sitting down! You lost a good deal of blood today, it wouldn't do if you go fainting on me or something."
Setting out the polish and oils, plenty of rags, she left him with his task. She had smelled it when she was getting the water, they were making stew out of the smoked elks the troops brought with them as rations. Their bread was probably going to be a bit coarse for Ezio's pallet, being made of wheat grains and oats, but it was fresh baked and being the sneaky sort of princess she was, had squirreled away a jar of butter in her tent days ago. Maybe if she were careful she could make off with a wine sack too. She was so proud of herself presenting the pair of wood carved bowls filled to the brim with a savory smelling chunky stew, a whole loaf of their wheat and oat bread to split, and the wine sack she'd stuck up her shift. When asked how she had managed, she showed him the trick of walking with her knees together. "The noble ladies back home would have a cow if they found out how I've been using their etiquette lessons all this time. Who knows how many cakes I've snuck off with that way," She grinned like the imp she thought she was for her petty thefts.
While eating, she had him rub her feet and inquired about his culture. How did the empire handle meals? As an example of the information she wanted, she volunteered the same information about her culture. For the tribes it was tradition that multiple family's meet in the village square-it's center usually involving a well as a marker point-and eat together, the children and bored adults crowding an entertainer who sang, played an instrument, or telling stories. However, once she got going and the details started to flow-like how parents would often sneak away from the group to be romantic while their children were occupied-she forgot that he was supposed to tell her anything and wound up telling him her favorite myth-their story behind the Constellations Ursa Major and Minor titled "Ursa the Mother". Apparently, Ursa was a midwife and mother of four but all save one girl had died. She had never picked up a sword or even thought about entertaining the idea of being a warrior but when lightning struck the nursery and the thatch roof caught fire, she became a hero when her love gave her strength to hold the burning ceiling up with her bare hands while her soul surviving daughter rushed in and out several times rescuing the babies she had helped deliver. When she died the overwhelming love she released into the world reshaped the stars so that her sacrifice would always be remembered by young mothers who doubted themselves and children who thought their parents didn't love them. Major was Ursa herself and Minor was the daughter that helped her. The story itself was rather short but it was the vigor and glowing passion Jaclyn put into telling the story that made it exciting. When she got to the part about the roof caving in and Ursa holding it up, Jaclyn had yanked her foot back to act out the role of Ursa. She hadn't meant to but the more focused on the message of the tale Jaclyn became the more her voice carried to greater volumes. She had attracted a crowd of shadows outside, soldiers come to listen and take turns peeking in the cracks of the tent. No harm intended just taking the entertainment where they could find it. What commander could deny them that when she was trying so hard to put on a show?
After the meal and the her story, she had nearly exhausted herself and worked up a sweat with her intensity. The crowd had dispersed with the ending and it was no longer interesting to spy on them. "The night's really warm...Next I think you should give me a bath but if daddy sees us he'll give me trouble over it. I don't care if you look or not but he does so I'm gonna put a blind fold on you alright?"
Binding his eyes snugly, she took him by the hand and guided him out into the night one step at a time. "Don't let go. I'll be your eyes," She whispered to him, putting him in a position where he would have to trust her, step down from being a leader and follow. He was a sheep and her his Shepard.
This place was known well to her, and even with the moonless night, clouds shielding her actions from the sight of the stars, Jaclyn lead him down river without a torch to a pool where the river and a hot spring met and flowed into one another. "I don't have any other clothes for you tonight so when I let go, I need you strip down as far as you're comfortable. Hold your clothes out and I'll put them with mine," Jaclyn explained in a steady calming register of voice intended to soothe. This couldn't be easy for him, being used to giving the orders and answering to only a precious selection of individuals and now quite suddenly expected to be submissive to someone he hardly knew-someone who earlier that same day had been an enemy aiming to end his life. She was mean spirited enough to tease him but not cruel.
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