Saif of Kashani: *He broke the kiss, his face resting against hers as two
wild larls might brush one another in affection, then he pulled away from
her. His eyes opening once more to look on her.* Dance girl, dance with the
music they play, and when
Saif of Kashani: the song ends, to me you will bow. Then to my lap will you
come. *He didn't ask, he said, in a way that seemed as if he knew she would
do as he told her to. Perhaps it was arrogance, or something else that drove
him to say that, but
Saif of Kashani: say it he did.* D
Bohemian Visage: Brushing her face against him once more. Breathing across
his ear when he pulled back the woman looked into his eyes. Lifting her hand
to brush across his lips. Then bowing her head in submission to his wishes.
Drawing away from him
Bohemian Visage: she rose straight up again, turning upon barefeet, looking
to the musicians that awaited. Would she please them as well, envoke jealousy
in the hearts of the jira that lingered, would she make the Drummer crave
her, want her as
Bohemian Visage: Agrippa had when she was found in the Tavern and danced for
him? Fingers pushed through her hair, playing with it. Getting a feel for the
tempo of the dance and what was in her heart and more in her soul. It needed
released. So she
Bohemian Visage: would break the command and dance not only to the music,
but was in her.**
Bohemian Visage: Into the sands she stepped. Draped in sliver, bathed in
moon light. Turning to him, left leg crossed before her right one. Bowing her
back, offering her body up to the stars that reigned the night. Her hand over
her heart, as the
Bohemian Visage: pluse of the music started, there was the exact rise nad
fall of her chest. It was sharp like the beating of her heart, the sound of
the smaller drums heard, they pulled at her hips. Rocking them back and forth
with a little kick
Bohemian Visage: out of her leg to the accented beats. Rising up slowly with
the flute chiming in. Arms were a dance of seduction, moving with the
beautiful meldoy that cresendo to rise before the drums. So she lulled
forward in time with the drums,
Saif of Kashani: *He took up his drum, keeping the bass dooms of the song,
while the others played the rest, eyes ever on the girl while she rode the
music, as a ship might ride the sea. He always watched her, perhaps he
expected her to vanish if he
Saif of Kashani: closed his eyes to long.*d
Bohemian Visage: turning a quarter to give her hip to him in a way. Arms
rose above her, ticking of her exposed hip to him, rolling her leg around
lifting it from the sands. Excitement coursed her face. Rolling her hands
above her, letting the music
Bohemian Visage: drive right through her. The booms made her chest push out
to him and retract. Moving in small circles now, on the balls of her feet,
before wider more bold movements of her hips. Pushing her whole body to the
music. Letting her
Bohemian Visage: hands come before her for a moment an almost innocent look
was given to him. Then there was the sultry walk towards him, well to the
edge of the sands and there she paused. Flush facing him, she fell to her
knees and flat to her
Bohemian Visage: back no there was no pain as the dance was cut from her
strings so it apeared. Every base he produced, pulled up her body, into a
deep bow, and she did not stop, a few horts up and dropped one back. Arms
dancing before her then fell
Bohemian Visage: behind her. Letting her torso rise, her head was between
her knees. Rising from that position, before her head was held up, the deep
drop and rise of her hips could be seen again, the ripples pushed up through
her stomach to her
Saif of Kashani: *Yes he wanted her, but even as she danced me noted the
color she danced in, within he hoped she was not a white silk. He longed to
drag her dance to a more private place, but the music held him as it held
her. Drawing his hands
Bohemian Visage: rib cage that moved as if seperated from her body. Rolling
of her shoulders arms come back to play once more. Head lifted, arms enlope
her torso. Stretching out her right leg and leaned to the left until her
shoulder touched the
Saif of Kashani: with the beat, as only one who knows how to hear his own
heart can be drawn with it. He knew the rythme of his heart, the way to play
the trance that even in sleep his hands would play. He had played it before.
Now he played to
Bohemian Visage: ground, she was in sliver and white yes, but she was far
from it. It was the base garments for a seven layer veil dance. Left arm
uncoiled from her body, stretching out, fingers reaching for something that
remained out of reach. Her
Saif of Kashani: stoke a firem not lul it. Even as he played he saw in her
reflected a spark, or was that simply his own eyes playing tricks on him.*
Bohemian Visage: breathing quicked, but her hip rose up, pushing her ass
out, and tucked it under still she writhed there on the sands. Much like an
orcal in the fabled tales. Top arm came to caress down before her body, down
the length of exposed
Bohemian Visage: torso, before the undulating hips, bottom leg was her base
support, standing on said knee, top leg was streched out, a good dancer, it
was said could make a man crave her with the beauty of just moving her ankle,
and thus she did,
Bohemian Visage: top arm rose up in an arch, so by the time it came to raise
above her hip the movement had returned there, and it followed the path of
the beautifully moving arm up through her chest, rotating her body so she was
still upon one knee
Bohemian Visage: bottom arm still stretched out above her head, the crown of
her head there in the sands, a halo of redish carmel spread around about her,
with her belly exposed to the moon light. The twist and rolls of fingers and
wrist, brought
Bohemian Visage: another life to her body. The pluse was felt through her,
right leg (top leg) was drawn through the sands, with the arching of her
foot, pulling it back to her body, until heel was pressed into her rear. A
catch of breath and a
Bohemian Visage: moan that had been boiling inside of her. Drawning her
body, further progressing that bow. When her head came to press against her
rear it was then both hands formed their dance of envy above her, like
drifting scarves of silk
Bohemian Visage: dancing above the woman. Her torso began to rise like the
sun. Still following the progression with every deep base, her arms the
flute, her hips and stomach the other drums, her legs the vocals that rang
through. Now upon one knee
Bohemian Visage: and tip of her toe, she looked to him, snapping fully up. A
feral like hunger over taking her, she bared her teeth, a flare of her nose
as those heather soft curls fell around her, lean forward, hands slowly
caressed the sides of
Saif of Kashani: *He forced himself to keep the proper tempo, his beats
could speed the song up if he wished but he would follow the rythme he knew
it should have. Holding the moment of her returning to him off, letting the
anticipation build with
Bohemian Visage: her body. One came to sweep her hair from her face. Once
again, a gentle pull and her head was drawn back, could he feel the need that
was displayed upon her face. The way her lips parted in egar anticipation,
the way her throat
Saif of Kashani: each rattle of the other drums, feeling the desire for her
as a living thing in himself each time he hit his own instrument. He felt the
heat from her as if it was his own, or perhaps it was, it had been far to
long since one had
Saif of Kashani: danced so well before him. Since last he walked the sands
of his homeland.*
Bohemian Visage: constricted, her body pulsing with his beats. Her own loins
were burning hotter than the braziers that burned around them. Pressing her
bust to her knee, she pulled her self along the knee, soon the serpent was
rising once again. A
Bohemian Visage: pause in her rise just enough to press her hands to the
sands. Droping her head, then threw it back, hair sent in a long tail arch
above her head to crash around the damp flesh that felt every bit as alive as
the drum beats now
Bohemian Visage: echoing through her. Looking to him, the song was waning,
her need was growing. Seeing his look her body shivered despite the actual
heat that was radiating from her flesh. Now on her hands and knees facing
him, her shoulders rolled
Bohemian Visage: like a stalking predator, the deep base drew up her back
and caused her to push it down. A living breathing accent to his song. The
tick of the other drums forced her arms forward, gliding her knees in
oposition behind her hands.
Bohemian Visage: Extending her body, stalking the drumer. Throwing in the
test of control. To keep the base line moving in perfection, to draw what he
desired to him. Slipping lower with every last beat. Soon she would come to
reach him. Streching
Bohemian Visage: out her arms so they framed his knees, without her being on
top of him, her head lowered her bust came to the ground, her back swayed,
soon with the last stretch of note her knees spread out and her hips pushed
down and she was
Bohemian Visage: before him. Ragged breaths raped her lungs, making her
throat horse, but while there should be fatigue in her muscles, there was
only a life and hunger to be filled.-d
Saif of Kashani: *In that he felt like a cotton mouth, it's tail drawing in
what it wanted before it struck. In this he played on letting the sound be
his lure. Bringing the girl to him, his eyes taking her in, accessing her as
if she were on
Saif of Kashani: display. Then the song was over, his own hand striking the
last note on the drum. Leaving him free to lean forward, and whisper in her
ear, his breath playing over her sweat glossed skin.* How the heat rises in
you girl, beg of me
Saif of Kashani: what you desire. *He then leaned back from her, eyes ever
on her down turned head and back. Looking to see what those words did to that
body of hers, would fear stiffin it, or would desire force it onward. He
longed to know what was
Saif of Kashani: within her, the way only a master could know from a slave.
By testing her, even more than he had thus far, though what little he had
told him of the passion she possed hidden under the surface of that
emotionless face.*
Saif of Kashani: d
Bohemian Visage: It was not fear that grappled with the woman before him.
Feeling his breath and nearly tasting his words against her flesh. Her head
lifted and looked boldly to him once more. A softer look held her facial
features, but it was raw
Bohemian Visage: lust that echoed in her eyes. "Please Master, act out your
desires upon my flesh... please Master, i wish to feel what I have envoked
with in your... pleasure, displeasure. I beg to know... Please" The
desperation was running
Bohemian Visage: rampant in her voice, he had said to his lap, so she rose
up and progressed to him closer. Leaning over his lap one hand then the other
come to frame the empty lap, stretching out her aching body, plusing still
with the echos of his
Bohemian Visage: drum still inside of her. Breathing hotly across his neck
and then lift of her chin brought her ears closer to his ear. "Please Master,
I beg of you, touch me as it would please you, please I beg mercy from my own
bodies need."
Bohemian Visage: Wetting her lips daring to actually come to his lap as her
knees touch his shins. Aching, it was a slow progression, but she was not use
to being so raw, so needy, so very utterly helpless.-d
Saif of Kashani: *His hands ran up her legs as she moved closer to his lap,
finger tips trailing over the heated flesh that lay between knee and hip on
the outside of those long marvels that had just made her move so for him. His
hands cupped the
Saif of Kashani: naked flesh of her bottom, pulling her foward to sit on his
lap, forcing her to straddle him. She would feel his desire for her then,
straining against what he wore, and pressing up on her heat. Softly his hips
lifted, pressing it
Saif of Kashani: against her and upward toward that sensitive nub. As he did
this, he leaned into her, his lips finding her neck on the right side.
Placing a firm, yet gentle bite, in the crook where the shoulder intersected
her swan like, graceful
Saif of Kashani: length of sensuous skin.*d
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