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Some Kind of Paradise (butterfly0408/gray)

She would indeed find him quite 'warmed up' already, the motion of her leg between his only furthering this to an almost unbearable degree. Letting his free hand drop low, he found her thigh, caressing it lightly and snaking up slowly, finding it's way up her worn clothing to her navel, and finally, traveling the final distance to cup the bottom of her breasts ever so lightly, smiling and moaning into the kiss as her gave her nipples a light squeeze, pressing his own knee against her damp spot himself, other hand taking her own, twining their fingers as he let his wondering hand move about under her clothing stepping out of his loose shoes as he broke the kiss briefly enough to run a trail of kisses down her chin, and then return to her luscious lips.
 
In those few moments when his lips were working her chin, she was able to get a few words in, "You have stamina master. We have been in this position more times in the last three days then I have been with some of my former masters in a weeks time." That was about all she could get in before she was cut off by his lips once again. She had no free hands what with on in his hand and the other in his hair, not ready to leave it's place there yet. So she could not work towards getting either of them undressed. And oh she wanted to get undressed. The covers under them were so tempting. She wanted to feel them on her bare body while she lay there with her legs spread for the man she- for her master. Yes, for her master.
 
His lust and desire only increasing further with her words, Roland finally managed to pry himself from her for long enough to relinquish his hold on her, his mind throwing him into the motion of undressing them, unable to be without the contact of flesh on flesh any longer. Pulling her clothing off her in a sort of liquid motion, he let his hand fall to his pant, letting them slide a little before slipping out of his shirt.

This done, he was unable to wait longer, and pressed himself to her once more one hand moving through her hair softly as he guided them down, feeling the soft bed compress under their wait, cool and welcoming. His lips kissed at her collar, hand running down her hips and waist, one moving north to stroke her cheek. How he longed for her, dimly, in the back of his currently hazed mind, something clicked, a realization that should have long been known, but for now he merely mutter a response to her words at last. "In front of a beauty such as yours, the limits of the flesh seem paltry indeed."
 
The feeling of the bed of clovers was just as wonderful upon her skin as she thought it was going to be. And the journey to get there... just splendid! So sensual and fluid though fast and effective. "You flatter me," she all but whispered in their little hideaway behind the long willow branches, as if she was afraid someone might be just beyond the leaves listening to them. "I've never been given such a compliment as that before. You make me feel as if I am Helen of Troy." She smiled a bit, wondering if he'd be impressed by her knowledge of such written stories of the ancient worlds. "Would you go to battle for my beauty?" She stroked his cheek with her fingertips.
 
Smiling in light of her reference, Roland let his trail of kisses move about her upper body, their bodies rolling lightly through the soft bed of clover. "Would that make me Paris, or Menelaus?" He murmured back, looking into her eyes with both affection and desire, the emotions mixing into a sort of wonderful blissful feeling. Hearing the second of her comments, a continuation of the reference, he smiled just a bit wider, kissing her deeply, leg twinning with hers before answering. "Neither Greece nor Troy's forces would be enough to stop me if it was for you a fought." And as odd as it sounded to his ears, he realized that he was speaking earnestly, and at the realization, he ran a hand through her hair, gazing longingly into her eyes as he pressed his lip back to her neck, to nip at her ear, his hands fondling her breasts and thighs.
 
Eden's face lit up bright. He understood her? Knew what she meant? And was able to play back with her. It made her heart soar that her master could be so smart and at the same time could play back with her in the same intelligent way. "You are most definitely Paris," she said, thought would not dare say the reasoning behind that. For you have stolen my heart. "You weave words like a poet. Have you ever thought to try it? I think you would do well at it." She closed her eyes and moaned then, aching her back as she moved against his hand at her chest, slowly and sensually, "Mmm, and your hands are even more talented than your words?"
 
Adding a low moan to hers, that faint smile still wouldn't be suppressed from his lips. In truth, he was quite impressed by her knowledge of the old stories, having something of a flair for them as well. In any matter, he gave a small movement that might have been a shrug. "Aye? Mmh, perhaps it is my muse that so inspires me?" He suggested, lavishing thick kisses upon her lips once more, their hushed conversation arousing a part of him he hadn't considered. Admittedly a little turned on by the idea of secrecy. Soon, encouraged by her moan, he let a hand slip down lower moving over her clit, rubbing it lightly through the fabric of her undergarments before slipping beneath, letting one finger slip lightly into her.
 
Eden gasped quietly a moment before letting it all out on a gentle, long sigh. A smile crept across her lips just like his. Her hips started to rise and move against his finger, causing it to rub even more against her wet walls. "Mmmm, well this is your muse speaking... and she inspires you to keep touching her there. Mmm just like that. Ahhh."
 
Smiling blissfully at her words, he let his actions speak before he did, complying and slowly adding a second finger to the first the others still toying lightly with her clit, moving against the rise and fall of her hips. "Mmh, what a brilliant idea." He murmured with a light grin, letting his lip fall around her collar once again, kissing into it, and lightly falling lower till he was gently suckling on her nipple, free hand running across the smooth surface of her stomach, and then down to her thighs.
 
Eden was in a place where she felt like she was touching the sky! Figuratively... of course. But he was making her body feel like it could soar! No master had ever taken such time with her body. Perhaps Roland was different. "Wait!" she said suddenly. She was taking a gamble here, following her heart as she took her hand and placed it upon his chin, gently guiding his face upwards again until their lips almost touched. "This is where your lips belong," she whispered a moment before their lips were kissing once again in a sweet, soft kiss.
 
Roland almost stopped completely at her words, likely would have, but for some reason, a part of him seemed to understand what it was she was doing, and so when she moved his lips up to hers, he wasted little time in devouring hers in a passionate kiss. Stopping only long enough for a glance into her eyes, his own filled with nothing but simple, raw affection. And then their lips were locked, an ocean of fire seeming to ignite within his lips, how lucky they were! When they met Eden's.

No one, ever, in his entire life had made Roland feel this way, had inflamed his emotions so, and had been so wonderfully beautiful, in body and soul. A hand moved to brush hair from her face, running through it's luscious length, as his legs wrapped around hers, the soft clover a wonderful sensation, feeling almost as if a cloud.
 
There bodies were not yet joined technically, she had never felt to close to another person before in her whole life. No one. She didn't even need sex right now... but it would be nice never the less. Very nice in fact. Roland was a good lover. Hmm, lover. She liked that term. Even if she'd never call him that aloud, in her head, her master would be her lover for the time this lasted.

"Master Roland?" she whispered against his lips, "Mmm... I need you right now." She licked his lips sinfully as her legs worked on untangling with his and giving him all the room between her spread legs as he needed, "I need you in me. Moving inside me. Please... ooooh, give it to me? I will beg if I must, for I need you so badly I am afraid I will faint if I don't get you."
 
For a long moment, Roland thought that someone had discovered them in their secret hide away, for the snap inside his head at her words was surely as loud as that from a branch crunched underfoot. However, as he realized no one about save for them, he moved up for a moment, breaking the contact of their kiss and taking a moment to simply look at her, revealed in full to him, and never looking more lovely then right now, wreathed as she was by the backdrop of clover. Then, unable to resist any longer, he obeyed her wishes, and his own, and descended upon her, covering her lips in passionate kisses and murmured whispers.

"Eden.." Was for the most part, the only word he knew that he said for sure, and all others that followed could just as easily have been imagined. "Mmm, you need not beg for what I wish to give." His tongue sliding along her lips as he finally pressed his hips to hers, joining them in whole as he thrust into her, long and deep as he began to rock into her, his hands finding hers and throwing them up over her head, holding them into the thick carpet of green.
 
As he broke the kiss, she was confused a moment. Why was he just... looking at her? Perhaps she had said something wrong. Had she gone to far? Pushed the limits of the master and slave relationship to the limit and broke them. Should she beg forgiveness? Of course Eden soon found no need for that since his lips were soon upon her again. "Mmm!" she started to murmur whispers right back to him. She didn't even know anything she had said! Only sounds of excitement and passion. The only time a true, clear, word came out was in that moment that they became one once again, "ROLAND!" she cried out before lowering her voice to a whisper once more, "Yes.... OH yes master!" Her arms went willingly to the ground above her head and her hip rose up to meet his, pulling him even deeper into her. "Mmmm," she placed her lips near his ear, "This place is ours. I'll always remember this place and us in it." Even in years from now when she laid with a new master, this was always be her happy place to recall. Suddenly she felt like emotions were starting to swell inside her. Could she hold them back?
 
The world seemed to exist of only this spot under the tree. Roland had forgotten of everything to do with the outside, even the blue light of the sky appearing between brief break in the leafy canopy seemed a mystery to him at this point. Laying here with her, in the delightful shade of the old willow tree, he felt as though there was something he wished to say, though he knew not what. Or perhaps he did, and merely didn't wish to acknowledge it. With her whispered words in his ear, he grew even further impassioned, pressing hard and deep into her, his body undulating against hers, and his lips leaving brief kisses across her neck and collar once again as she spoke into his ear. "Ahh.. Eden I, shall forever hold this image of us in my mind." He promised, guiding her lips gently back to his as he felt himself coming closer to his limit, holding back for the sake of prolonging this moment with her.
 
Eden was reaching her limit as well, but not in the same way he was. Years upon years of emotions trapped inside her were starting to rise within her. Since she became a slave, she never let her emotions show. At least not the ones her masters cared not to see. But something about this place and the idea of being away from the rest of the world it in was calling all the years of trapped tears and cries within her to the surface. What would she do? She had been strong enough for years to hold it all back but she felt weak now. Vulnerable like she had never been before. As they moved against one another, tears welled up in her eyes and as she closed them, little rivers flowed down her face. It was only the beginning and she knew it. With one bursting, she knew the other would come. Which came first though, she did not know yet. Her lips danced with his and she started to squirm her wrists in his hands. She wanted her arms free. She wanted to hold him. Need to hold him now. Like she had never needed anything before.
 
As Eden struggled with her own emotional distress, Roland dealt with an entirely different kind. Eyes still closed as he kissed her, he did not yet see the tears upon her face, did not see what was happening. His mind was racing in two directions, and when he felt her hands move in his, he let them free, moving one hand to her shoulder and the other to the back of her head, caressing it and feeling the soft touch of her hair. As he grew closer, he moaned into her lips, and finally, with a burst of strength, thrust into her, feeling himself reach his climax and cum into her.

With that moment, that utterly clarified moment, the reality of what he was feeling came down upon him like the storm of all gods ever imagined. It sent both waves of joy and spears of fear straight into his heart. The truth was, he now realized, quite simple. He loved her. No sooner had this thought entered his mind, then he found his eyes open, and staring into hers, and quite suddenly, he felt another lance of emotion arc through him. Wasting no time he brought the hand on her shoulder to her face, ever so softly wiping away the small stream of tears. "..Eden? Whats wrong?" Frankly he was shocked at the calm and concerned tone he gave, thinking his voice would have cracked along with his mental defenses. Memories and though rammed against his mind, but her tears had had one positive effect, they acted as a wall to all other thought, right now, he was worried and concerned about her, all else would have to wait.
 
She burst with him in climax, her arms around his neck as she held onto him. Holding on was the only thing keeping her truly grounded in the moment. Without him as her anchor, she feared she spin even further out of control then she already had... and was about to.

The moment he brought the tears to attention, she could hold it in no more! She a great cry, almost like pain, she burst into tears before him. Her whole body trembled and shivered as her hold on him only grew tighter as she buried her face into his shoulder. At first she just cried a few moments. Finally, she started to whimper words, "I...have... I have not.... not cried in.... in ten... ten years...!"
 
Watch her as the tears came full force, Roland's worry for her intensified, temporarily putting away the images his own realization brought forth. Seeing her break down in full, he say up, bring her with him, and clasped his arms about her tightly, holding her against him as they sat, stroking a hand through her hair, giving her time to get some of it out of her system. At her words though, he knew he needed to say something, and here a stray thought slipped through the wall.

He didn't know how to respond, not as well as he wished he could for her sake, his own method all these years, instead of stuffing away his emotions, locking them up, had been one he had though, at the time, smart, but now suddenly seemed foolish. For years now, he'd chosen to burn the majority of emotions that rose it him, to obliterate them so they wouldn't build up, to make himself dead to things that could hurt him. But now, with Eden crying in his arms, he realized something, he couldn't burn what he felt for her, if he tried, it only added the to flaming passion he felt for her. To his love for her. "It's alright... I'm here. I'll stay even if you need to let ten years of them out all right now." And to his further astonishment, not only did he mean this, but he found, that a small trail of wetness had fallen down one of his eyes as well. For him, the first in.. he'd lost track of the last time it had been.. Likely that night a score or so years ago.
 
All the things that had made her want to cry over the last 10 years or so started playing in her head. The beatings she had endured day after day in her training years. All the times she had been forced into the bed of a vile man in the whore house. The love she thought she felt for the master that treated her like of lover and the pain he gave her when he sent her away and broke her heart the moment he was with his wife again. But especially the tears she would have shed for her baby. Her little girl tat she had never even seen. No, the little girl she had caught only a glimpse of as she was taken away from her. The child she'd never know. Was she even alive now? "They didn't even let me hold her..." she whispered through her tears of pain.
 
Holding her closer as she let herself cry, Roland couldn't help but let some of her sorrow enter into him as well, unable to comprehend all that she had been through. It suddenly dawned on him that he'd been foolish as to wonder why she put on an act, why she was so desperate to please. And now, seeing her like this...

Clasping his arms tightly about her, he rocked her gently back and forth, murmuring light comforting sounds and words in her ear. After letting another small stream roll down his other eyes at the mention of her baby, he closed his own eyes, running his hand through her hair once again. This was all he could do for her, hold her close and try to comfort her. "Nobodies going to take anything away from you ever again, I promise." He whispered quietly, putting every honest bot of truth into his words.
 
How she wanted that to be true. For the first time ever, Eden knew for certain what she wanted. She wanted to just be in one place, one home, for the rest of her life. She wanted to be normal. She wanted a family that she didn't have to worry about if they would still all be together the next day. She wanted all those things and Roland's words held the promise of them.

But it was a promise she was afraid he couldn't keep.

She started to shake her head against him, "Don't say that. Don't promise me that. You may keep it, but my next master and the ones after that will not." She pulled her face away and you could see her trying to stop the crying and bottle it all back up again inside in her expression. She was slipping back to how she was before they entered the shadow of the willow. If Roland didn't do something quickly, he was going to loose her again to the thoughts placed in her head by her former masters. Would it be another 10 years before she cried again?
 
More then anything those words convinced Roland of just how cruel an upbringing Eden had had. Seeing her begin to collect herself, at first he was relieved that she seemed to be getting a hold of herself. But then... no, he realized that wasn't right, she was simply trying to hide it again, trying to place a mask over it once more, and he knew he needed to do something, to say something, anything, there had to be something he could do...

Biting his lip, he spoke briefly, perhaps only buying time, perhaps hoping he would get lucky with his words. "Please.. Believe me, I promise you, I.. I won't let there be another master, you can stay here forever." Holding her in a tight embrace, he pulled her back to him, letting a thick and weighted silence hang in the air for a moment.

It came to him not as he would have expected, like a sudden strike of insight, but simply as though he had known all along, and had merely been waiting for the proper time to say it. Loosening his hold on her, he brought them apart just enough to tilt his head and rest his forehead against her own. "Your daughter.. Eden I.." Pausing, he took a breathe, knowing he couldn't stop here. "I don't know if I have the right to promise this, or if it's even my place, but a swear to you." Looking up to her now, his eyes holding her gaze strongly as spoke. "I will find her. I'll bring her back to you. I swear." His words were no more then a whisper, but with how close they were, it was hardly a problem. And he meant it, it showed in his eyes, clear as could be, shinning with green and blue clarity.
 
Eden's eyes instantly started to fill with tears again, "Don't say those things. Please. Please don't make me believe it's possible." But did she speak of staying with him or of being reunited with her baby? Or perhaps both. "It's not possible master. My child is long gone. I don't even know where to begin to look for her. I don't..." she paused and a pain stuck her heart even worse then it had before. For a long time she had thought it, but it was the first time she was saying it now... "I don't even know if they let her live. They... they could have drowned her at birth..." her crying picked up again, thinking about her baby dying before even having a chance to live. She would be a slave the rest of her life if only it meant her baby was safe and that she was able to grow into a strong child and eventually a strong woman. The kind she wanted to be. She'd take a thousand beatings and lay in the beds of a thousand more masters to make it true.
 
Listening to her words, to her worries, Roland slowly began to understand what she'd been going through all these years, to not know... for as long as she had, whether or not her baby was even alive.. It must be horrible. As she began to shake her head, he raised his hands to her cheeks, stopping the movement and continuing to look her straight in the eyes, expression softening visibly.

"Don't say that.. You don't know if that true or not. I promise you, I on my honor as a noble and as a human being, I will find her, no matter how long it takes." Letting out a breathe he had been holding, he continued to look at her for some time, before finally, letting his eyes give a slow blink, wrapping his arms about her again and pulling her close, letting her cry as much as she needed.
 
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