Medieval Fantasy (Part 2)
21:51 Jun 15 2006
Times Read: 724
The Dark Chest of Wonders opened and filled the room with a brilliant bright bluish light, making their skin dark against it. Without warning their shadowed profiles began to warp into the chest and once inside they chest closed and the room fell darker and silent, only the afternoon sun shining throo the window.
Jens and his Mistress found themselves on horseback riding along a beach going at a trotting pace. The sea breeze was cool, yet the sun kept them nice and warm. In the distance the land swept up majestically and formed a cliff by the sea and Jens knew of a nice spot amongst the rocks where the could frolic and play the vampiric way.
"Race you to those rocks ahead!" suggested Jens. To which is mistress merely grinned, her eyes squinting in acceptance at the challenge. Slapping the horses rump, it darted forward with a gallop. Jens did the same shortly after, surprised by her quick head start.
Water splashes into Jens' face as he closed in behind his Mistress. He lowered his head slightly as to somewhat protect him from the sand in this water as well. The Mistress turned her head back to see where Jens was and seeing his closeness, coaxed the horse to go faster. She let out a playful laugh as the wind blew her hair almost straight back, part of it flying over her face as she turned back to face frontwards. With one hand she lifted her hair out of the way, but in doing so her horse slowed a bit, allowing Jens' horse to pull into the lead.
Jens looked back to see his Mistress trying to close the gap between them, her eyes squinted and her lips tightened as if forcing the horse to faster by shear will... seeing that he could possibly lose this race, he attempted to make his trusty steed go faster, only to have a huge wave sweep him and his mistress, and their horses off the beach onto the sparsely covered sea grass area.
Laughing as hard as they could, the two of them stood up and looking around saw their horses running off in the distance. Fortunately they were placed near another entrance to this secluded spot amongst the rocks. Jens took his Mistress by the hand and gazed into her eyes as the orange dusky sunlight danced off the waves behind them. Leaning forward, Jens placed one arm behind her, pulling her close to him. He pressed his lips firmly against hers. The Mistress let out a sigh and pushed slightly harder back with hers. The passion began to build inside them and soon enough they were almost eating each other, when one of her fangs bit Jens' lower lip as he cupped his hands over it, a natural reaction remaining from his once human past.
"Oh I am sor...!" she exclaimed.
"Not to worry," Jens interrupted, "remember I heal quite quickly. No biggie!" And withing a few seconds the wound was gone. The taste of his blood got her all excited and she urged Jens to show her this secret spot he was dying to show her.
Jens put his hand on his Mistress' upper back and gently pushed, to tell her without words he wanted her to go this way. As they approached a large boulder, they could see the path leading down the edge of the cliff. Some of it was rather difficult to pass for an ordinary human, but for the two of them, it was not problem.
Once at the bottom, there was a whole entire beach entirely surrounded by rocks and sea. Jens looked over at her and smiles, then removed his shirt, draping it over a rock out of the reach of the water. He removed his shoes, and then his pants, leaving him standing only in his boxers. With her back towards him, the Mistress removed her vest, dress and then her shoes. Jens leaned against the boulder admiring the shape of her figure outlined dark with the setting sun behind her. He raised a hand and with one finger in line with his eye traced her form against the sun's reflection. He loved her so and was always pleased with merely watching from afar. Her beauty and delicacy always getting the better of his fantasies.
His Mistress turned to face him and realized Jens was ogling her. "Shame on you!" She snared. Jens merely smiled an even bigger grin, then shifted his balance and lifted himself from the boulder. Walking towards her she gave him a playful gaze, then quickly looked down away. And just as he was close enough, she grabbed his boxers and yanked them down to the sand. Surprised, Jens chased his mistress across the beach and finally wrestled her to the water's edge... and he removed her undies. As they lay together... naked, the sun half way into the sea, they rolled around and kissed and laughed as the waves splashed about them... Jens was so in love... and seeing his mistress with the fading glimmer of setting sun on her eyes made the whole moment special...
To be continued....
Medieval Fantasy (Part 1)
21:50 Jun 15 2006
Times Read: 725
Imagine a large room. In this room you find many things from a different time. Many of the artifacts in this room are from the middle-ages and give the aire of the room a cozy feeling. A knight's armour stands in one corner, the curtains are thick and velvety, and chandlier is made of wrought iron and has candles on it, which are all lit, creating a nice dim, yet romantic atmosphere. The smell of pine-scented candles fills the room as the candle-light flickers accross the wooden walls covered by paintings of knights and maidens. A shield, with swords crossed behind it, hangs proudly over the headboard displaying the crest of my family. I walk over to the window overlooking my castle courtyard and see my servants working and bussling about doing their tasks. I feel a cool breeze blow in and I raise my head and close my eyes to take in the freshness.
At that moment I head a trumpet blow, announcing the arrival of my mistress, who I had invited to spend an evening with. I quickly scramble over to the other window across the room, the one that looks over the dark forest. As I excitedly lean outward, I look down and see the carriage of my mistress and in hurried fashion, quickly dust the room with rose-petals (mainly on the bed), but leave a train from the bed to the door. Getting a better idea, I open my bedroom door and spread more petals down the stone steps descending the tower - creating a slight carpet of rose-petals for my mistress to follow... At the bottom of the tower, I stand in the hallway which leads through several large chambers and in the distance I can see my mistress being greeted by my trusty kindred knights.
Just as she's about to turn to follow one of the knights, I dart back up the stone steps, and excitedly pick out a chair in one corner of the room to look relaxed and comfy in. I can hear the clank of armour on the stone floor, of the large chamber closest to the base of my stairs, echoing and approaching... closer and closer. My kindred knights know not to set foot on my steps, and soon after I can hear the light footsteps of my mistress climbing the stairs. I wait in eager anticipation of the one I love so dearly, and I grasp my sword and hold it ready (my real sword, get your minds off sex for a second, rofl).
The chambre door opens slowly with a creeeeaaaak.
Without warning, the door bursts open and she runs in screaming... her sword drawn and she sees me and gives a mightly swing. My kindred Mistress is a warrior and weilds her sword well... I jump from my sitting position and our swords meet with a loud clang... a few sparks fly in front of our faces and we gaze intensely into one another's eyes. A smile begins to spread over our faces as we continue to push against each other's swords.
My mistress gazes at the swords and I understand... we drop them where we stand and we embrace... Oh to feel her soft warmth in my arms again. Her lower lip drops, barely baring her fangs and her gaze becomes more like hunger. Almost as if she wants to eat me alive. It has been ages since we saw one another and I reciprocate her advances with equal or greater passion.
I grab her and pull her on to the rose-petal-strewn bed. Petals fly up and fall over us as we lay side by side... I stroke her cheek and then run my fingers throo her hair, happy to see my beloved once again. I merely need to gaze at her and know we want the same thing...
However it is still early and we are far from a private spot. I give her two options: 1) We wait until a later hour, or 2) I motion to my recently aquired dark-chest-of-wonder) which sits at the foot of my bed.
She's heard of this chest... and chest which holds great power, miracles, dreams & desires. She sits up from our short restbit, and expresses her curiosity for it. I agree to open it, since we've not seen each other for ages and really want to get down to "business" with her. We climb off the bed and kneel infront of this chest. I hold the lock with my hand and with the other I pull out the key. I look over at my mistress and give her this big grin and tell her to remain calm. But she just motions me to just open it and not waste time. I give the key a turn and the lock springs open. Letting it fall with a clunk I heave the lid open.... My mistress' eyes open wide as to the wonder inside.
Just as we is about to speak, we are whisked away to another place...
to be continued....
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