[Medieval RP] Warm Winter

[The Silver Muse]

One day to the next was just like any other if one didn’t have an ear to catch the little differences. Even in a time of war. People still worked with the tension that riddled them, wondering when the great change would come around like a bang. And then they'd keep working again. What did it matter whether it was an old king or a new one or something in between? The taxes could be as high or low as they wished and people would love and hate them all the same.

That particular afternoon, where the sun had once again lost its light behind the thick gray clouds, she hardly had to strain hard to hear the ever raucous bark of the men change in their pitch. Lap dogs to a primitive and unruly society, they were. It didn't matter where they were from. Just the other evening they had taken a good portion of her earnings on another claim of their ‘taxes’. It wasn’t the fact that she didn’t pay them whenever she could avoid them, but rather, why should she pay at all? She earned her keep just like any other decent worker, and all they did was bully whatever susceptible townsfolk couldn’t fight back. They probably weren't even from their city, but another.

Considering her own profession, she had an image to uphold. One that was not only a woman, but a lovely example of one. It wouldn’t do to have those rich dark red waves of silk hair pulled out like a doll’s, or a black ring around her twinkling emerald eyes. Big, ugly, black and green and yellow bruises on a lucid tapestry of cream colored skin were ugly, too. It had happened before and she was more than careful that it wouldn’t again. Not with those brutes at least. The last alley that she had made a sharp turn upon in the snow brought her in front of a notorious tavern, one whispered to be good for certain businesses. Her own was included. Without another thought she burst in, spotting the first person who could impress her that could hold their own, and who seemed a complete stranger. What did it matter if he was just another soldier?

“Oy Duncan!” Her voice was out of breath but her tone was rich. “Two golden meads for me an' the gentleman?” The bartender cast her a wary eye but turned to fetch the order after she slapped two bronzes on the countertop. The woman brought in as much business as she did trouble ofttimes.

She propped herself up to sit upon the same surface to follow, right on top of that bar counter, her thin wisp of a cloak falling to her elbows as she crossed one leg over another beneath her crimson skirt, bare feet on the stool beside the man where her sandals stayed on the floor. “Cold day out, isn’t it, stranger?” she asked easily enough.

 

[Methos]

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The bar itself had been surrounded by a half a dozen young men, who by their garb were clearly part of the invading army that had occupied the city. The red and gold cloaks the group of them wore were distinctive in that sense. While the swords belted to each of their waists would surely clarify any lingering doubts as to their profession. However, with pints in hand, the slight colour in their faces and rather boisterous tone to their speech they’d been in the tavern for a while. The cut of their garb and the fact that their coats were made of good wool and their shirts of silk suggested a certain affluence to the group.

Rarely is the appearance of an attractive woman missed by a group of men well into their cups. The arrival of a fetching red headed woman who proceeded rather directly towards them was certainly not such an exception. Whistles and a few lurid suggestions greeted her. Although as she sat down upon the bar before a rather tall, blonde haired fellow his blue eyes regarded her “It is that, although there have been colder. But soon enough there will be enough snow to be keeping everyone indoors save when they need to leave.” Given that the woman’s cloak slid open and her legs stretched out before him, his gaze strayed along her form in a rather lingering fashion.

One of his comrades punched him playfully in the shoulder as he noted “You make friends fast Sigmund.” The blonde haired soldier turned his head towards his friend and responded “And you don’t Conrad? At least I’m sober enough to know this girl is rather comely, can you say the same about yourself a few nights past?” A rather teasing tone entered his voice at that retort. The darker haired young man offered a rather indignant snort as he remarked “She did have rather incredible breasts.” Sigmund offered a bemused grin as he noted “Is that all you have to say in your defense.” Conrad simply grinned and noted “I was drunk and it was dark! That’s all I really recall.”

Conrad and the rest of Sigmund’s drinking companions seemed to drift off to a table a ways away with only a few parting suggestions as to what ends he should put the flame haired woman in front of him. With his friends drifting, his attention returned to the woman in front of him. A grin graced his lips as he regarded her and inquired “And who are you? I really should be able to put a name to a beautiful face.” Sigmund himself stood slightly over six feet in height. His shoulders had a rather broad breadth to them, and possessed a muscular form rather appropriate to his profession. A strong jaw and cleft chin were paired with rather brilliant blue eyes and golden locks of hair to give him a handsome appearance. The lateness of the hour left his cheeks and jaw with a measure of golden stuble colouring his visage. A red coat and white shirt seemed to compliment the cloak he wore along with a black pair of rather snug britches and black leather boots.

 

[The Silver Muse]

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It was cold as ever, as always, despite her chosen topic for idle conversation, but her cheeks were flushed. She seemed to be dressed well enough. For a commoner. Her skirt was velvet and her top, long sleeved and low collared, was an ebony wool. Coarse, but warm, and her pale skin withstood it well enough. It was also just barely thick enough to mask the pertness of her torso beneath its snug confines. It was duly noted by him, she was certain. The woman grinned down at his reply, a favorable one, and took a careful draw of the refreshing draught once it was set before them to ease her parched throat. He had a pleasant tone to him, she noted, during an exchange of banter between the men which she listened to with a faint curve of her lips. Or at least she pretended to listen.

Once they had decidedly drifted away, her fingers waving a small ta-ta, she leaned forward on her knee to devote her attention. As well as give him a better view of her cleavage. A slender and smooth finger traced the roughness of his jaw line, if only for the briefest of moments. She appreciated his flattery. Even if she had heard it before, the woman never minded too much to hear it again.

“Sarka." She gave him. "Pleasure t'meet you, mister Sigmund. I'm sure the pleasure is, or perhaps will be, mutual." After the intimate little introduction, she sat upright again and sipped at her mug. Terrible stuff, but it would be a shame to waste it when they took money for it. "You all to be finishing this little war soon? Or do ya like to be snowed in all winter with good company?” The lord over that city and their lands was weak but stubborn.

No sooner had she begun to deepen her charm did the door burst open again, this time with a ring of three lowly soldiers in its wake. They were outfitted differently, drab and gray. Maybe they really were part of the city and tax collectors. Not part of that gold and red troupe, anyway. “There she is.” The leader pointed with his sword, “Thought you could just get away again, did you, Sarka?”

The woman sat upright and frowned as she turned towards the interruption. “Can’t ya see I’m busy? Catch me tomorrow and you’ll have more to take, won’t you? Come on then, love, let’s get somewhere more private.” She suggested to the man, hopping down from her seat.

“Hey,” Duncan huffed roughly at the lot of them, catching that underlying storm. “I don’t want another brawl in my tavern over a stupid broad, got it? Take it outside.”

"Oh Duncan, how you flatter me." Sarka told him sardonically, downing the rest of her drink. One eye watched the three approach.

"We paid already, see," A scraggly, dark haired man explained reasonably enough to the soldier. They ignored her indignant scoff. "So unless you want to be scammed, too, best let us have what we're due."

 

[Methos]

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Sigmund had noted the flush to the woman’s cheeks and indeed in a more detailed fashion the manner in which her dark top hugged against her chest. He had an eye for detail to be sure and there are just naturally parts of the female anatomy that draw the eye. The blonde haired soldier had scooped up his own tankard and brought it to his lips, he tilted it back to take a rather large gulp from it. That honeyed liquor lingered on his tongue as his eyes strayed along her form in a rather hungry fashion.

Naturally Sigmund appreciated the improved view of her cleavage as she leaned in towards him. A smile graced his lips as he felt the softness of her touch along his jaw. He was soon aware that her name was Sarka. “Oh it is a pleasure to meet you, and perhaps it will be even more so shortly enough hmm?” He chuckled softly and shook his head slightly as he remarked “No I don’t think this war is over anytime soon. We were sent here to win, and while we’ve captured a lot of land we haven’t finished conquering. We’re here till the spring at the very least when we’ll be in the field again.” His hand drifted to slide along her leg and then upwards along her thigh. “Good company always helps to pass those long winter nights…keeps you warm too.”

An irritated look crossed the blonde haired soldier’s features as three men stormed into the tavern and disturbed his acquaintance with the woman before him. He didn’t know what they were suggesting that she’d tried to get away with, nor did he really seem to care. However, he rose to his considerable height and his hand slide to the pommel of his sword. Blue eyes turned to the three men whom had entered and he regarded them rather menacingly.

Whether it be the tax collectors office or simply soldiers of the line they knew a noble when he rose up with his hand on his blade and an irked look about him. Sigmund growled “Get out of here now. Leave this woman alone from now on, if you both her you’ll answer to me – got it?” Which lead to some rather embarrassed scraping and “yes milords”. The soldiers looked rather surly and irked at being deprived of their sport. One of them seemed to peer at Sigmund and muttered “Say isn’t that the ..” But he was drowned out by one of his fellows bemoaning how they were being deprived their due.

The scraggily haired fellow muttered plaintively “But we already paid, it’s not fair.” The nobleman tossed him a silver coin “Go find yourself a girl somewhere that’s not in my sight..now leave before I have to draw my sword and make you wish you’d left peacefully.” With a coin clasped in a greedy hand he turned to depart with the others.

With her pursuers sent packing Sigmund turned back towards Sarka and with a slight grin asked “Now where were we hmm?” He lofted a brow to her as he leaned in towards her and let his hand slide to rest against her hip. Blue eyes lingering in her green orbs as his interest in her was rather obvious at this point.

 

[The Silver Muse]

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She was very pleased with how the entire ordeal had been handled. It was a sure thing that Duncan must have thought so, too. As prime a candidate that the soldier had been sitting down at the bar among his comrades, he was much more intimidating when he chose to be standing upright. The three rats that had stolen into their moments were finished before they had begun. They were both spineless and foolish that they had approached them at all. Hadn't they even seen the similarly outfitted troupe sitting in the same room? Obviously, Sarka had chosen well. She knew it for a fact in the color of the coin that was tossed out and squandered away. She didn't know when those same three would be back to torment her. It wouldn't be for a while and that was all that mattered for the time being.

The woman wasn't exactly petite, but the crown of her head just cleared the man's shoulder when he rose up at full height. She stood with a hand at her waist watching the other men leave, feeling quite well, before he called for her attention with his touch. Dark eyes turned over to him with her form as the corner of her lip quirked.

"Where?" She echoed, knowing his interest was as good as gold by now if it hadn't been before he could glance down her shirt. "Why don't you decide, Sigmund?" One hand touched the knuckles over her hip before entwining his fingers, her other hand playing with the collar of his soft silk shirt.

 

[Methos]

Re: [Medieval RP]

It was indeed apparent that the only person more relieved than Sarka that the soldiers had been driven out of the premises without any blood being shed was the Innkeeper. He seemed to let out a deep breath and filled up Sigmund’s mug with a brief “on the house” before returning to polishing the countertop. Sigmund seemed relatively satisfied to have ended the situation without actually having to fight these other soldiers. Although his irritation was apparent as he watched them depart.

As she regarded him with green eyes and a quirked lip the blonde haired man offered her a roguish grin. “Where? I think upstairs was where we were then.” He said rather suggestively. He let his arms seek to slip around her waist drawing her closer towards him as he closed the distance between their forms. His larger stronger body soon rested against her.

He tossed a couple of silver coins towards the Innkeeper who was wise enough without as prompting to know exactly what the young man was paying for. He pressed a key into the soldier’s hand and remarked “Fifth door on the left.” Evidently he was polite enough to avoid something that might be teasing like ‘to the victor goes the spoils’. Although who knows what the fellow was thinking.

Sigmund, however, had but one thing on his mind at this point. His hands grasped Sarka by the waist and he lifted her from her feet. He cradled her towards his torso as he began to carry her towards and up the stairs. The bemused catcalls of his fellows sounded as they offered him a variety of suggestions as to how he might proceed to amuse himself with this night’s favour. He seemed to ignore them responding with only a grin.

He carried her rather swiftly up the stairs and then down the hallway, glancing down at the key in his hand to see the number of it. Upon finding the correct door he would naturally unlock it. Thereafter, carrying her within and shutting the door behind them with a solid thump.

 

[The Silver Muse]

Re: [Medieval RP]

The unpleasant little interruption by her former pursuers didn't seem to put a damper on their intentions or closeness. The curves of her form melded to his as they went side by side. She couldn't help but to glance back at the coins that were left behind for Duncan, or pass the dour expression the man wore a wink. She had just earned him another renter for that tavern and inn and he knew it. In a way the man could be considered a friend to her. In the sense that he was a long time acquaintance and she irked him to no end.

She sang a surprise little 'Oh~' at being swept up and away. Her form might as well have been weightless in his arms for all show his sword displayed in his field. An arm went around his neck while she waved good-bye to their chorus, blowing a single kiss over his shoulder where a few silly and drunken men humored her by catching and mock fighting for it. It amused her enough to bring about a soft chuckle.

Sarka knew exactly where they were going, which room and what was in it. For what he had paid, it was one of the much finer ones. She hadn't been there in quite some time. The bed was actually stuffed to its proper fullness with a soft and fragrant straw, the furnishings complete with drawers and a vanity and wash basin. Maybe if the wars went well and the economy improved for the Faulkon Inne, they'd even bring in a full length mirror. An ivory folding screen stood at the corner of the room. But the highlight was the simple copper tub that rested in its own niche, good for one luxurious warm bath. Not hot, but plenty warm enough compared to frigid well water.

Her fingers worked along the clasp of his cloak when the door fell to a close behind them, letting it flutter to the floor. The tension in her feet, having kept her toes up to have her sandals hooked and carried, , relaxed, leaving two little thuds upon the faded rug. Once her fingers worked away the upper two buttons of his shirt, her lips began to kiss and nip playfully at his exposed neck. Maybe she would actually adore to enjoy this one.

 

[Methos]

Re: [Medieval RP]

The innkeeper could likely also rejoice that the soldier had sprung for one of his better rooms. Although the inn offered nothing palatial in its comfort level, some were most certainly more passable than others. Although a soft bed, a furnished room and a warm bath were more than one expected in most inns. In that sense Sigmund had clearly overpaid as the room itself was hardly the attraction as far as he was concerned.

Sigmund’s eyes had briefly taken in the aforementioned contents of the room. Although it was but a brief distraction before his blue orbs returned to her form. His cloak soon slid down to the floor as he felt the touch of her lips to his neck. His hand moved to rest against her thigh, cradling her in towards his chest as his other hand slid to her cheek and tilted her head up towards his own. His neck craned downwards as his lips pressed to her own, crushing them against her.

His mouth rather greedily pressed against her lips, as he began to carry her over towards the bed as she began to undo his shirt. A grin graced his lips as he moved across the room with her. As he set her down upon the bed his hand slipped to his waist as he undid his sword belt and rather carefully lowered it to the floor. Then with his weapon set aside he’d seek to slide atop of her. A smile gracing in lips as he leaned in towards her, golden locks of hair strayed along his temples as his eyes gazed into her own.

His hand slide to her thigh and drifted upwards towards the sweet swell of her ass. His hand pressed into her flesh as his lips sought hers out once more. His other hand tugged upon the dark wool shirt she was wearing. His lips parting from hers long enough to note “I think we’ll manage to keep warm without you wearing that.” He winked to her as he sought to drag the garment upwards to bear her torso to his hungry eyes.

 

[The Silver Muse]

Re: [Medieval RP]

His kiss was nothing tender and slow, portraying instead what she had done with her work thus far to stir his passion. She returned it to encourage it, of course, pursing her rose lips to seek his when he leaned into her. He treated his weapon with respect with the carefulness that he handled it to set it aside and focus upon her. Men treated their tools, and their women, in all different ways. She had experienced a number of them, and was quite ready for most of them.

Sitting upright upon the bed, Sarka leaned back upon an arm as he began to straddle her thighs, her free hand drifting up to touch his cheek as they kissed, she nipping at his lips. Her skirt rode over her pale legs as his hand wandered upward, her weight shifting to allow his broad palm to partially cup her seating. She could feel the chill of the cool room against her warm abdomen when he next began to pull her shirt. “I’ll leave that to you,” she grinned with his remark, though she helped with the shirt itself.

Arching her knees behind his thighs to balance her, Sarka’s hands crossed over the higher hem of the garment before working it upward, lying back upon the bed and arching her back as it progressed past her shoulder blades. Her breasts were full and peaked with a pearl pink nub upon each snowy peak, hardened from the temperature and attentiveness. Once the shirt had helped to sweep her hair aside, spreading the tendrils over the blue-gray covers like an exquisite fan, she brought her arms back to cross beneath her chest. The woman smiled coyly as she deepened her cleavage below him.

“You wouldn’t just so happen to have a gold coin amongst all those silvers, would you, Sigmund?” She thought to ask amongst her light and easy pattern of breathing.

 

[Methos]

Re: [Medieval RP]

She had indeed managed to get Sigmund impassioned about what was to follow. Although undoubtedly having him stare down a number of interlopers in a territorial way hadn’t hurt either, after all between a shapely female form rather seductively beckoning to him and testosterone charged threats of violence if others didn’t comply with his wishes, his body was in a rather primed state. His lips responded to her own rather firmly, kissing her as they shifted about on the bed.

As he pushed her skirt upwards and let his hand wander along her thigh, he found her rather obligingly seeking to bare her chest to him as well. Naturally his eyes were drawn to the luscious mounds of her chest as they were slowly bared to him. Those perfect globes with beckoning pink nubs fascinated his eyes as he gazed upon them. His form shifted as he elected to pull her skirt down along her legs and off of her to leave her entirely naked as opposed to bunching it about her waist as had seemed his original impulse.

With several buttons of his shirt already undone he decided that he should be rid of it as well. His fingers fumbled with the other buttons as soon the silken garment was fully undone and tossed down beside the side of the bed. Leaving his rather muscular torso bared to her. Its rigid form with chest and abdominals all cut to perfect definition was displayed along with brawny arms possessed of bulging muscles from hours of sword work. His hand slipped down to undo his belt, slowly unbuckling it as his body lay atop of her. His head craned down towards her to kiss her rather hotly as he continued to strip away his own garments.

As she asked after coins his hand shifted from his belt to slide into his pocket. His hand returned with a quartet of gold coins. Teasingly one was rather slowly set down upon her lips. A second one was placed upon her throat and the final two left upon each perfect mount of her chest. A bemused glimmer was present in his eyes as he leaned in to press his lips to her throat. His mouth pressed against soft flesh as his hips rocked in towards her before he slide out of his both his pants and undergarments.

His lips had a teasing smile as he murmured “And I think that much gold regularly buys you for the better part of the winter doesn’t it?” His hand pressed to her thigh and then slowly strayed upwards along it. His blue eyes gazed down into her green orbs. His cock was rigid as it now brushed against her thigh. Its stiffened form slide along soft skin and she’d feel its warmth as it lingered near the lips of her sex. His hips rocking down against her as he let it rub against her but not yet enter. He kissed her as he murmured “Do you think you can keep me amused? If you can there is more gold in it than that.”

 

[The Silver Muse]

Re: [Medieval RP]

Four gold coins to adorn the priceless work of creation which was a woman’s body in her prime. It was more gold she had ever seen in her life in one place, at one time, and drawn out in no more than a minute. Her lips parted, shifting to move the edge of the coin between her teeth where she gently bit to test its durability. No flaking, or indents, or the taste of cheap copper. Taking it from her lips she turned the small circle in her finger, blinking in a bit of disbelief. He called her attention back with the notion that there could possibly be more. He could have been lying. It didn’t matter if he was. She was grateful and four gold was enough to get her out of the frozen Hell of a town to a new place, perhaps get a start to another life, altogether.

Her legs shifted with her hips up to form a snug embrace around the length of his rigid shaft, nestled within the heated folds of her womanhood. At the same time her hands slid up and around his neck, pulling her upward into the embrace, the coins upon her pressing cool against his skin between them with the warm press of her form. It might have betrayed the depths of her gratitude.

“You may never wish to see the spring again once you’ve spent this winter with me.” She purred closely, “I’ve a good work ethic, see, despite what those pigs told you. Amusement? I’ll help you to probe every hidden fantasy.” She nipped the lobe of his ear as she pulled away to smile knowingly at him, leaving one of her arms braced over his shoulder and back while the other strayed down his side. Her nails feathered over the details of his musculature, tracing over the line where his thigh joined beneath his hip and following it down to replace the grasp of her body around his shaft with her fingers.

“Hm... so long, thick, and hard. Just the way I like a real man. I hope you like it tight.” She murmured low and sultry as she stroked him softly, teasingly, within her grasp as she anticipated him. “Tell me, what would you like, love? Or would you rather I find out for myself?”

 

[Methos]

Re: [Medieval RP]

Sigmund saw the woman seeking to rather discretely check the validity of the coin he’d rested against her lips. A faint smile graced the nobleman’s lips as he laughed softly at the fact she checked the coin. He leaned in and pressed his lips to her cheek “You don’t know anything about me aside from my name..” He trailed off idly and seemed to find that slightly strange “But you will never have to worry about my money. Coin from me is almost as good as if it were put in your hands fresh from the mint itself.”

Sigmund felt her legs shifting to tighten around him, pulling him inside the soft, warm folds of her sex. He felt himself within her and those coins standing out as cool metallic discs brushing against his flesh in contrast to the warmth of her body. A grin graced his lips as he noted “I may never wish to see the spring hmm?” He leaned in to let his lips brush against her own. “I shall be so thoroughly spellbound by your charms by then hmm?” Feeling her body against him he seemed rather ready to concede that her charms were not inconsiderable.

As she mentioned the interlopers from earlier his blue eyes regarded her briefly “If they bother you again tell me, and I will kill them.” His tone as he said it was slightly strange in that it was just an off hand statement of fact. If they proved troublesome he would dispose of them as though they were vermin of some manner. Although he smiled to her as she suggested that she’d help him probe every hidden fantasy “Oh you think you can bring me every pleasurable feeling imaginable hmm? Not lacking in confidence are you now Sarka...” He grinned as he felt her teeth nipping upon his ear, thereafter he felt the shift of her body as she moved to slide him out of her so her hand could grasp him manhood.

As she asked what he liked a grin came to his lips as he remarked “Ah now that’s a rather long list.” He mouth pressed to her own as he remarked “I think I’ll let you find out on your own.” A teasing tone graced his lips as he remarked “After all if your job is to pleasure me beyond my imagination, then I shall make you earn your gold hmm?” Sigmund’s mouth claimed her own as he murmured “And of course I like it tight..” He offered her a mischievious grin as he noted "And as tight as you can make it."

As she caused his cock to remain rather rigid in her hand, he’d let his hips press forward to press the tip of his cock back inside of her. His hips pressed into her as he let that thick, throbbing length of flesh press into the tight embrace of her sex. His form press down against her as his hand moved to stray along her side. His fingers trailing over soft flesh as his hips smacked down against her working himself within her.

 

[The Silver Muse]

Re: [Medieval RP]

She had no way to test the validity of his words in the similar manner that she had tested the coin. It did make her more curious about him, though. What place was it where he hailed from, if all the soldiers in his military company were as rich as he, and if that kingdom itself was filled with wealth and warmth. She did miss the spring already, but it seemed that the winter would now be taken care of. Even his threat to her pursuers was kind and reassuring of him. She doubted they would meet again once he was gone from the town but it was the thought that counted despite her knowing that it wasn’t quite true.

“Not one to be teased, are you?” She learned as she adjusted to his desire, slipping through her fingers to find the warm center she had taken him from. He liked to play the top. So long as he treated her well, he could do so even roughly. She drew her legs up to arch her knees as she entered her, the velvet tip of his member slipping with an inaudible pop past the taut ring of her entrance. She was wet with the simple arousal of lying beneath a nude and virile young man.

Her dulcet voice hummed as he delved and parted those textured folds, releasing her arm’s grasp about him and pulling away to rest back on her elbows. Partially propped , she looked down between the valley of her breasts and over the flat of her stomach, glimpsing the joining of their hips before she turned her hips in a tilt to draw him out of her, pushing up at the slighted angle with a breathy exhale.

Those were not empty words she had lured him with. The woman was snug about his swollen girth, much more so than any common whore might be expected to be. His sheer size might have been a large contribution. Maybe she had simply not been in the business long. Regardless, it was obvious by her flawlessness that she took good care of her wares. Her hair was silken and with the scent of smoky cinnamon, her skin was fair and clear. The build of her frame was slender and toned, most of that perhaps from her running.

Being only a peasant, she did not eat so well that she could hide completely the more prominent of lines of her ribcage. Especially when she breathed the way she did with the slow pleasure she stoked beneath him. “And how…” She began in a measured breath. “Will I find for myself—Nn… what you like… if you keep me pinned here, like this?” It was just a stray wondering, really, anticipating what she, or even he, would deem to do.

 

[Methos]

Re: [Medieval RP]

Were all the soldiers upon campaign as free with their coin as he was? That was extremely doubtful, after all that much gold would be counted a tidy sum for all the rank and file. It was slightly extravagant by all standards but those of the rich. If she knew nothing else about him that much could rather swiftly be discerned.

He grinned to her as he murmured “Oh I don’t mind being teased..” He remarked as he let his hand press to her thigh and then slide upwards along it before pressing his fingers greedily into the curve of her arse. He leaned in towards her his lips rather pressing firmly against her as he kissed her hungrily. “But I’ve been wanting to fuck you since I laid eyes on you. That’s been enough teasing for the moment.” He felt her arch beneath him and as he hips were raised she’d feel her own met by the insistent collision of his own. His thick member pressed through those soft lips into the damp folds within.

He’d feel the shift of her body beneath him as the angle of his penetration changed. His hands roamed rather firmly along her body, exploring the flat plane of her stomach and drifting up to the enticing mounds of her chest. Strong calloused fingers pressed into that delightfully feminine flesh. Sigmund felt her sex about him, those smooth velvety folds enveloping the surging form of his cock. His body rutted between her thighs as she took him within. His hands grasped her by the waist as he urged her form towards his own.

Sigmund soon found that her rather lurid promises as to the tightness of her sex were not as greatly exaggerated as he would have anticipated. While undoubtedly the size and girth of his member assisted in making good her promise, he felt those folds wrapped tightly about him. Her sex strained to accommodate him within that damp passage. His nostrils flared slightly as he took in her scent. His head tilted in towards her own to kiss her rather roughly. Her svelte form had a terribly alluring affect upon him, and his hands strayed along her seeming to relish the feel of her body. The brush of her soft skin and curves beneath him enticed him and seemed to ensure that each thrust of his cock within her had a certain vehemence to it.

He heard her inquiring as to how she should determine how best to please him when she was pinned down upon her back as she was at the moment. A bemused look crossed his features as his lips rather hungrily tasted her own once more. “I shouldn’t think you should be like that at all times.” His hips churned in towards her own, seeking to slide that throbbing prick fully within her. His mouth lingered against her own as he murmured “But if you wish to slide into another position..impress me.” He remarked as his hand trailed over her side. The shape of her ribs was noted as his fingers slipped over it, undoubtedly her curves would be even fuller and more intoxicating once the woman wasn’t half starved.

 

[The Silver Muse]

Re: [Medieval RP]

Her tongue flickered against his bottom lip after his last kiss, each one from him as rushed and hurried to ravage the sweet recesses where her honeyed words flowed, lashing at her tongue and probing downwards her throat. Her lips were left painted a light red and slightly swollen from the attention, a pretty little shimmer glossing them. They smiled at his prompt, a hand coming to clasp and link his fingers to distract them from roaming her side. “I’ll try,” she chimed with no lack of forwardness or want of confidence to her voice.

Sinking first against him so that his penetration was seated against her hips, her knees clamped firmly around his waist without encircling but stopping them. Pushing on her grasp as opposed to pulling, her free hand press against his chest to bring him upright and away from where he had crouched to lay over and kiss her. Sarka curled her hips under and up to push their shifting back and apart, edging higher on the bed to find room to turn. Her hips tweaked and melded along a different alignment as she did so, letting one of her knees begin to move up and over his chest. She squared one of her elbows against the mattress. The limb traveled carefully, her gaze looking down the slope of her stomach just to where the crest of that cropped and curled ember triangle ended and left their joining unseen.

But she could feel it, and they wouldn't part. She placed his hand over her thigh, guiding it upward, displaying the lithe of her body as she stretched and extended the limb over one of his broad shoulders. Even before he had begun to thrust in the new and open position, she could feel the change of depth and angle, a sultry note humming in her throat in anticipation for the man to continue the use of her form before it could change as easily and yet again.

"I'll clean up your mess nicely if we should have need to break a moment." She noted for him, winking over her shoulder through the luxurious veil of her exotic copper colored hair. She was wet, certainly, and he felt delicious inside of her. The licking of her own lips anticipated his taste still, however.

 

[Methos]

Re: [Medieval RP]

Sigmund gazed down at her and was indeed slightly taken by the manner in which she looked up at him. Her expression somehow managed to be a perfect combination of winsome and sensual. A grin graced his lips as he heard her indicate she’d try and impress him. It occurred to him that this was a winter that could pass by extremely quickly…

Blue eyes regarded her as he found himself pushed to his knees and a bemused smile was granted to her. He felt leg slide against him until the leg drapped over his shoulder. Somehow she’d managed to shift her body in such a fashion while keeping his cock snug within the warmth of her passage. Her body was left sprawled out before him on her side with its lush curves exciting his wants while he felt her body pressed against him. His hand traced over the smooth form of her belly and moved to press to the roundness of her bosom. His fingers encircled her breast and squeezed that lovely mound.

Sigmund felt her hips tilted up towards him, offer an angle to let him plunge deep inside of her. His other hand grasped her waist as he let his body rock forward. His hips surged forwards as he plunged his member inside of her. His form now rested atop her lower leg as the other was rested upon him, and between the two his body now gleefully pressed. He stabbed his cock deeply within her, letting that throbbing member fill her as he fucked her rather wantonly. Lust was written all over his face and the change of position seemed to serve only to cause him to pump himself deeper inside of her.

He heard her offering to put her mouth to work upon him, and the prospect caused a rather broad grin to grace his lips. If that wasn’t indicative that he cared for such things, then he was going to need to write a poem on the subject and read it to her. His hips ground into her, working that throbbing cock inside her. His pace was building as it was rather clear that he was entirely aroused by the act of taking her. He would respond to the offer though by murmuring “After..I want to spill my seed inside you first.”

 

[The Silver Muse]

Re: [Medieval RP]

She had to plant her palms against the sheets to keep from shifting too far over the bed, working continually upward with each thrust, no matter how he managed to hold her in place with his hands over her form. The old wood creaked, but it would be sturdy enough to bear the events that were not foreign to its many uses. It had been tested before, after all. The only real concern might be what use it could provide after the winter, if it was the residence that they would indeed take up for that period of time. And then Duncan would have no say or argument with her work in his 'esteemed' establishment given one broken piece of furniture.

That neglected orb of flesh bounced with his movement where he had not seized her in place, drawing captivating little circles and streaks in the cold air with his intensity. She couldn't help but to grin to return his expression at her implied notion, and especially at his reply. "As you wish." She responded breathlessly, "I'll take as much as you give." His attentions, his lust and kisses, and his gold.

One of her hands came up to sweep through her hair, brushing and holding over her head to clear her vision where her breaths panted. Her pleasure was becoming audible given the severity and depth of his thrusts, each push striking a sultry note to hum, restrained, from her throat. Resting with her head tilted against the bed, a golden green eye stared up at him through a curtain of red, corner of her lips curling as she watched him enjoy her. The tight walls around him had begun to seize in their intervals, milking and suctioning against his shaft as if she was meant to grasp on and hold him there, where it belonged.

A small shudder rippled through her form as she stretched the limb over his shoulder straight, back arching while the position of her sprawl drew a graceful arc over the white sheets.

 

[Methos]

Whether the furniture would survive the rather harsh use that was anticipated over the course of the winter remained to be seen. Although if the prince was to abide in this particular Inn it may well be that a better room would ultimately be acquired for the remainder of the winter. After all if he was to linger for such a time suitable surroundings would need to be obtained. After all he was

He indulged himself by toying with her breast. His fingers squeezed and kneaded its luscious form, toying with the sensitive nipple as he thrusted himself within her. As she promised to take everything he would give he offered her an impish smile as he remarked “Ah and I shall hold you to that.” He teasingly noted “No protests from you then that you are tired or don’t like that.”

Sigmund heard her moans rather fetchingly gracing his ears. Her panting and audible pleasure as his claimed her with rather persistent and eager penetrations served only to encourage him. His body remained intertwined with hers, their limbs tangled as with each rock of his hips his cock pierced those soft lips and were driven deeply within the softness of her sex. That deliciously svelte body was pressed against him and he began to feel her walls tightening about him. The grip and squeeze of that tight channel brought a gasp from his lips.

His pace built now as his breathing quickened. His desire for her was written all over his features. Plain in its naked lust for her luscious form, his hips slammed into her with rather clear need. He pumped his cock inside of her, plunging himself deeply inside of her. His member sliding fully within her, its throbbing form pulsing as it stretched that taunt shaft. He pressed into the greedy grip of her gasping folds, his body pressed fast to her. Deep inside her he plunged, zealously seeking to feel her fully about him. A groan would part his lips as pleasure surged through him. His seed spilled inside of her, jetting forth in a steady stream of hot, thick creamy fluids. His semen gushed into her, flowing rather forcefully as he came deep and hard within her. That white sticky fluid coating the walls of her sex and likely dripping down her thighs. “Gods that’s good..”

 

[The Silver Muse]

The speed at which he pounded his rigid member inside of her was more powerful than many lovers which had taken her before. Perhaps it was his training, the clear testament of his form to that of a soldier and his youth, clearly virile. Any harder and it might as well have torn her from the sheer force, but protest was in the form of a grunt or moan, and it was still quite early on to be too tired. She could feel her hips twitching and jerking as she bucked against his form, chest pressing into his greedy palm, but all of her squirming was for not in lieu of his grasp upon her, pinning her in place.

The pressure that swelled up inside of her alerted her to his release, filling her with a heat inside out. The magnitude of it all and his expression told her she had done her work well enough to deserve the ridiculous amount of money he had paid her. The coins were scattered and hidden somewhere around the bed and within the tussled sheets. She'd find them eventually. He seemed true to his word and far too enamored with her earthly wares and pleasures to run out on her so soon. Once she had taken all that she could of his seed within her, the viscous white and translucent mingle of their love making could be felt gushing out to wet the thigh adjacent to the sheets. A few moments to catch her breath and compose her body to will it to move, and her leg swung off of him, gathering with the other knee to draw her back up.

On her way, two fingers swept a portion of that copious fluid, just before he slipped completely out of her again, and she brought the scent and taste of their release to her lips. "Hm.. It is good." She agreed as her pink lips and tongue glided along the length of those slender digits. The same moistened hand turned his shoulder and pressed against his chest as she crept around him and guided him up to the head of the bed to lay. The other hand drew up the offered pillows to anticipate his back and neck and head. "I should think you would like to watch." She explained, though in the meanwhile her form slid up along his torso, bringing her lips so sweetly to his.

 

[Methos]

Sigmund had felt the buck and jerk of her hips as she squirmed beneath him. Indeed Sarka had been altogether quite successful in causing him to release his seed within her. As that sticky fluid dribbled down her thigh, a rather blissful grin graced his lips. A sigh of contentment escaped his lips as his blue eyes gazed down at the woman beneath him, his eyes lingering on her. As the woman squirmed out from beneath him, he made no more than an idle “mmhm?” type inquiry as to what she was about.

A grinned as the tart tasted his semen, collecting it from where its excess dribbled down her thigh and then tasting it. “Ah well there is more where that came from.” He’d state rather matter of factly. As her hands rugged on him lightly he propped himself up from his elbows and then rolled over onto his back. He let his han slide to her side as she crawled over him. His hand traced over that hourglass frame as his head tilted to meet hers as her lips pressed to his own.

His lips lingered upon her own as he murmured “Oh I’m sure I’ll like watching you – you will give me a lovely show of things won’t you?” His hand slipped back to grope the sweet curve of her ass as he teasingly noted “How much can you drain me in one night sweet Sarka?” His fingers roamed over her form as he idly inquired “Although at this rate we may need a few days before I’ll want to live this room.” He winked to her and let his mouth press rather firmly to her own.

 

[The Silver Muse]

Her knees lightly straddled and stretched at his waist as she rested the concave curve of her stomach upon the defined musculature of his. Her hips dragged above his pelvis to match his height and eyes with her own, the wetness dampening her lower form drawing over his warm skin. Her breasts were pressed flushed against his chest as her arms encircled his the halo of his blond hair, lips as soft as velvet and petals raining down to receive those kisses which returned at the same time. She could not remember the last lover she had possessed who was so intent on caressing her face, and so readily giving to meet a kiss, chaste or passionate. But all men and their features, their various likes and dislikes, all blended into one and the other eventually.

"Oh, it's more than a mere show." Sarka assured him, a lingering nip on his lower lip as she drew back to answer. "What act could anyone see and be so stimulated?" Not by visuals and dialogue, noise, or by thought alone. By touch and taste and smells. Should they have their own audience it was certain that they'd convey the same array. "By deep night I'll have you sleeping like a babe." She answered. "And I've told ya, you'd never wish for another season. And to think: you, Sigmund, has found a flower in the dead of winter's garden."

Her hand trailed down the length of his arm as he held her, smoothing down the bulk and form of his bicep and down to his hand where it rested on her behind and back again. Lips touching and parting against his, her warm tongue dipped between the portals to probe beneath his smug little grins, fingers slowly winding within his hair. Her legs shifted, a thigh brushing against the center of his as she rubbed her womanly form over him to sample their response.

 

[Methos]

Sigmund felt her slight weight upon his torso as her shapely form straddled him. The warmth and dampness of her sex was felt as her body was rubbed against him. He smiled as his strong arms slipped about her waist, pulling her in towards him as he felt her lips pressing to him. He rather enjoyed the affectionate press of her lips to his own. If this was feigned upon her part it was so convincingly so he found himself unable to distinguish it from genuine article. As her arms slipped about him, her body rested against him and his lips met her own and tasted their sweetness it was entirely too easy to forget that money had ever changed hands.

His lips parted from hers long enough to grin. “Oh I shall be fast asleep – so you think you can wear me out then.” His blue eyes regarded her with a mischievous glimmer to them as he noted “A long campaign like this has left me accustomed to training, riding and marching all day. I’m not easily fatigued.” His tone was rather teasing as his hand rose to play with a few locks of her hair. His mouth pressed in against her own to kiss her as he noted “The fairest flower in the city, I have no doubt of that.”

Sigmund felt her hand trailing along his form and as she brushed her fingertips against his hand, his hand would tighten about and squeeze the rounded form of her ass. He seemed to be terribly fascinated with its particular shape. The touch of her tongue brought his own in search of hers as her lips lingered upon his own. As she pressed herself to him, his body responded in kind. He rocked back against her, seemingly leaving little doubt that he’d have her again in a heartbeat.

 

[The Silver Muse]

The woman had some past history with kisses, and it wasn't surprising, given the profession that she was now found within. Still, even if it were only an illusion, a passing enjoyment and passion, his regard for her was touching and her gratefulness was apparent. She had been paid well for her services and it was only ethical to fulfill them to that same extent. He might have been trained in stamina and endurance on the field, perhaps. But no matter how many he had laid with before her, and she was certain it was no small number to scoff at, it was not as if he were trained in the bedroom or as rehearsed within it as she.

Laying with him as she did now, after a first well ridden and thorough bout, it was easy and better to forget that they were perfect strangers and that she was a hired hand. It was always best that way. It could have been a very miserable winter. But it could have been a warm one. The way he held her, even as attentive to the roundness of her rear as he was, had her feel protected and possessed in a pleasant way. Much like how he had protected her from the ill-intent of the clients she had been attempting to run from. She had not always been so lucky, and never this fortunate; picking a single man from the masses and only hope that he would protect her from another man in turn without perpetuating a vicious cycle.

"On your campaign as you may be, you're men don't exert you the way I do... and have," Sarka attempted to respond punctuating her point between breaths and kisses, "and shall. I'm sure." Her teeth gently tugged at his lower lip as she drew back and pressed herself up to arc above him, stretching and accentuating her bust before sliding back a few inches. Her damp sex crept back downwards to slide over his length, slicking again its underside as she ran him between those soft folds, back and forward in turn.

 

[Methos]

His mouth indeed lingered at her own, kissing her with rather apparent want and desire. His arms tightened about her, cradling her towards his own form, and letting the strong form of his limbs encircle her. Blue eyes lingered on her body, traveling over her form seemingly quite taken with her appearance, the rather sensual curves of her body having a somewhat intoxicating effect upon him. His hand traveled along her side, straying along her in a rather firm caress that betrayed no lack of experience on his own part.

While she didn’t know the half of it, he was rather accustomed to people being beholden to him for money, feudal oath or other responsibility. So to some extent he was rather used to treating people as people beyond whatever obligation they had to him. His hand did indeed stray to her bottom with rather fond frequency, but she had earlier indicated she had need to discover what he liked. Some things were not all that difficult to discern for not all actions were even conscious ones that displayed preference.

He grinned to her as he teasingly noted “I suppose you have your own winter campaign now.” His fingers drifted along her as he murmured “I’ll have to get you a better room than this and see that you have what food and clothing you might need to ensure my time in this city could not be any more pleasant.” He smiled as his lips were pressed to her neck before her felt her teeth tugging upon his lip. “I’m not sure how I could feel tired from being with you..I feel more alive than I have in weeks.” The arch of her body and the subsequent press of her dripping sex against his manhood caused that member to stir and it began to harden as she rocked herself back and forth along it.

 

[The Silver Muse]

"Weeks, you say?" She responded with some amount of flattered disbelief. Invigorating as a romp in the bedroom was, she would have believed there were other things which kept a man's attention occupied than a pretty feminine form and her attentions. There were not many things, granted, but his purpose alone seemed to suffice when calling young able bodied soldiers together. "Is this little town so easily seized that all your training and drilling has become mundane? No men ta maim?" Men liked a good fight, ofttimes, or at least some position of power and a means and method to keep it. "Or maybe you simply stare them all down with those ice blue eyes of yours." She laughed lightly at the recollection. The mutts that had been after them crumpled in moments. Of course it was only amusing in retrospect because it had all worked out so very well.

The question was not meant to pry, even if it did insinuate a vague interest. It was an interest meant for him and not the otherworldly affairs that could wait until spring. Or so that was how she would have liked to present it. Whatever else she learned or gathered in the mean time was through no intention of her own. It was simply good to be aware of ones surroundings. The lord and his governors that presided over Salburg city were ill suited for the post of managing the town, but that didn't mean this new rule coming was any better.

"I don't expect to be housed, fed, and clothed. A little thing like me." Sarka told him appreciatively, "But if it helps to please you, then, I shall indulge you a winter of it. My campaign indeed..." Kissing the corner of his lips, she decided she had said too much, pushing up from his chest to sit in her straddle. A few more moments of the repetitious movement and she slid off the base of him, the angle of him running and tapping every now and again against her skin, the inside of her thigh, her stomach, and between her breasts. Her fingers dragged down from his shoulders and over his chest, settling over his hips as she gathered her arms together, the swell of her breasts closing around his rigid member.