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10-16-2013, 09:50 PM
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He was not expecting company, and was unprepared for the girl approaching him, all soft, childish contours and wide eyes. The steam curling off the waters rose between them, thick curtains of pearled mist and tides of silver fog, hot and heady on his skin. His loins tighten, his lustrous mahogany eyes drinking in the young maiden. A virgin, he would bet; but he is virgin as well, and not one to judge. Her hips are flat, not padded with the thick curves of womanhood, her shoulders narrow, and her eyes cut of jade, with depths that gleam with shattered shards of mica. From her brow thrusts forth a crown of pearl, such as the boy's himself, and he admires it, long and sharp and glittering crudely in the rough-hewn light. She is refined, but plain, elegantly painted but wrought with little elegance despite her stunning brilliance. No, the mare is not quite so impressive as Onni or Huyana, perhaps due to her youth, lacking the grandeur of an older woman clasped with the intuitive wisdom that comes with age. Her lips part, exposing gleaming white treasures not yet yellowed by the consumption of grass. Not milk teeth, but neither cracked and fissured. From her pretty young throat comes a voice wed to jewels and finesse, striving to be harmonious and sweet as flower pollen. It unnerves him, the flow of her voice tumbling over his ears, and he shifts back, the burning waves of the hot spring lapping hungrily at his bodice. For a moment the steam swallows her thin form, and then she reappears, an angelic sight to savor but not one to devour. "By all means; a hot bath is ravishing." He smiles, letting a firm grin expand over his face. First it starts off slow and hesitant, and then it widens, until it positively beams at the ochre mare dipped and dabbed with charcoal and petals of creamy snow. "I am Carnesîr, and who are you?" Are you untried, and are you ready for a sensual experience? |
