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Re: At my Feet (R)
By: Elisabeth Hollow Date: August 6, 2014, 2:00 pm
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I'm on a friend's computer (And he's creepily reading over my
shoulder XD)
So here's the next chapter, and after this is new stuff.
Enjoy!
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Glasses clinked together, and happy lips parted as they drank
the sweet wine of Skingrad. Blanche and Samara grinned at each
other as Shakh celebrated with a few Fighter's Guild members.
"To Welkynd stones!" Samara said. "And learning that not all
bandits are snaggletoothed ruffians with hive-minds!"
"Also!" Blanche grinned. "To successfully treating my first
on-sight battle wound. And the patient lived!" They drank, then
set their glasses down.
"Your cheeks are red," Samara pointed out to Blanche, touching
her own cheeks and laughing, then laughing harder when Blanche's
blush deepened. A loud bang on the table made both of them jump,
and Blanche slid her arms around Samara's waist, a frightened
look on her face.
Shakh laughed. "Look at you two gettin' all cozied up!" He
swayed a bit. He let out a loud belch, and Samara gagged, waving
her hand in front of her face.
"Gods, that's disgusting!"
"Don't act like you don't do it!" Shakh laughed before
sauntering off. The two giggled at him when he looked confused
and sat at the wrong table. Samara looked down and saw Blanche
staring at her.
"What are you looking at?" She asked, leaning in to speak in her
ear over the loud noise. Blanche looked down at what Samara
guessed was her chin, then blushed again.
"I-nothing."
Samara yawned. "Oh, good. Wine makes me sleepy." She gave
Blanche a smile. "You wanna head to bed? We've got a carriage to
catch tomorrow."
"Uhhh..." Blanche suddenly seemed unsure. "I'll be up in a
little bit. I wanna finish this wine."
Samara shrugged and went upstairs, unaware of Blanche staring
holes into her. One inside the room, she began to shed her
clothing, simple black felt pants that Blanche insisted on
buying for her, as well as her dark shirt, one that Blanche also
made her wear. She dropped it on the floor and turned around
when she heard the door open.
"Oh, hi, Blanche. I figured you'd enjoy the rest of the wine
instead of gulping it." She smiled at Blanche before unclasping
her bra and letting it drop.
"S-Samara?"
"Hmmm?"
"Can we go to bed now?"
Samara gave her an odd look. "That was...the point?" She slid on
a sleeping shirt, a large man's shirt she had seen in a shop one
day and fell in love with, and slid between the covers. After a
moment, Blanche followed.
"Blanche, you're still wearing your robes."
"I, uh...I know. I'm very comfortable."
"Take it off. You'll get hot and make me hot. Besides, if you
puke, you'll regret it."
Blanche shucked the robes off and kicked off her shoes, her face
reddening. Samara didn't notice and leaned over Blanche to turn
the lantern off. A small gasp escaped from her lips when a hand
slid up her back, under the shirt. She looked down at Blanche,
surprised.
"Did you?"
"I'm sorry! I'll sleep in another room!" Her movement to sit up
was halted as Samara planted herself on Blanche's hips. The
redhead leaned in, lightly caressing the blonde's earlobe with
her tongue.
"Don't move a muscle."
Blanche gasped in surprise when Samara pinned her arms above her
head. "I'm going to have fun with you, darling." The younger
woman said in a low voice before planting kisses on Blanche's
neck. Small gasps pierced the quiet air as clothing slid against
bedsheets, and the sound of kisses punctuated the air as lips
met.
Samara cut the lantern off as she let Blanche's arms go. As the
light went off, Samara let out a loud moan, Blanche's hands
keeping busy. The rest of the night was not much quieter
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Re: At my Feet (R)
By: Callidus Thorn Date: August 7, 2014, 3:33 am
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Well, to forestall any pms about this, I suppose I'd better
comment :P
*Reads*
Heehee. :)
So next time there's new stuff? Awesome ;D
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Re: At my Feet (R)
By: King Of Beasts Date: August 8, 2014, 1:45 pm
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Yay, new chapter ;D
And this one is more fun than the others to a certain point :P
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Re: At my Feet (R)
By: Elisabeth Hollow Date: September 9, 2014, 6:20 pm
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Thanks for you patience, y'all :]
Luckily with all the time I've had on my hands lately, i've been
able to put work into two chapters after this one. I just wish I
was this inspired when it came to NEIS :/
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The weeks passed by in a blur after they got back from Hrotunda
Vale. Blanche spent whatever time she had free with Samara, who
spent her free time in bed with Blanche. The time between
afternoon and dusk was bliss for the two women, who spent their
time exploring new things and enjoying their discoveries. One
such pleasing discovery for Blanche was that Samara was actually
talented at Illusion and Destruction magic. Blanche was
determined to expand Samara’s skill, and gave her lessons
whenever the two of them came up for air.
“I don’t want to get up,” Samara yawned one afternoon. Blanche
rubbed the area above Samara’s navel gently with her fingers,
tracing the intricate and colorful tattoo that wound its way
under her breasts. Blanche traced the leaves of the green vine
on Samara’s skin as if she were drawing it out herself. She
kissed the colorful nightshade on Samara’s ribs, making the
redhead sigh in delight.
“Then don’t,” Blanche shifted closer to Samara and kissed her
cheek. “Stay here, with me.”
“Mmmm, tempting.” Samara rubbed Blanche’s bare shoulders as the
blonde tried to pin her to the bed. Blanche leaned down to kiss
her, and ended up getting flipped onto her own back. She let out
a light sigh as the redhead kissed the nape of her neck. The
sheets and bed Samara’s estranged father had gotten her were far
more comfortable than anything Blanche herself own, despite her
mother’s riches. Blanche had helped buy Samara matching
furniture, though Samara insisted she didn’t, knowing she would
be the target of many thieves.
“I really should go,” Samara said as her kisses traveled lower
to Blanche’s breast. A hand and mouth worked together to make
the blonde purr.
“I don’t see you running out the door,” Blanche said
breathlessly, gently running a hand through Samara’s hair before
her head went lower. Samara made a satisfied sound that mingled
with Blanche’s own startled gasp. Waves of pleasure shot through
her legs and up her back as Samara used her mouth and hand to
makee the waves stronger. Soon, Blanche’s body was rocking
against Samara’s touch.
There was a knock on the door, making Samara pause slightly.
“Don’t stop!” Blanche pleaded as she caught Samara’s lips with
her own. The redhead let out a longing sound.
“Could be important,” she murmured between kisses.
“More important than this?” Blanche’s hand traveled down and
made Samara gasp. The knocking became more insistent as Samara’s
breaths quickened.
“Just a moment!” Samara’s voice sounded higher-pitched than
usual. Blanche giggled into Samara’s mouth as they eagerly
kissed.
“Samara.”
The voice made Samara stop and push Blanche’s hand away. She
quickly slid into some pants and a light shirt, wiping her face.
“Samara-” Blanche protested before Samara flung the door open. A
tall, fair-skinned Nord woman with raven hair looked down at
Samara.
“Alda?” Samara’s voice was shocked.
“You’re in danger,” Alda said, authority in her voice. Blanche
felt panic rise in her throat, but Samara responded with anger.
Samara’s wrist was in Alda’s hand, blocking the slap that
Blanche hadn’t seen her try to deliver.
“Samara, stop.”
“You think you can come here [I] a year[/I] after you abandoned
me, and tell me I’m in danger? Who do you think you are?!”
Samara’s chest heaved, and her eyes blazed. Alda only blinked
calmly back at her.
“Trust me, Samara. You need to get out of the city, now. Did you
hear about Bruma? That’s about to happen-”
“No! There’s no way you could know about that!”
“Do you not remember what happened back in jail?”
“Jail? You were in jail?” Blanche’s voice was incredulous as she
came up behind Samara, no longer content with listening on the
bed. The sheets were wrapped around her naked body. Alda gave
Blanche a strange look.
“Who’s this?”
“What do you care?” Samara snapped, finally yanking her hand
away. Alda’s stern look didn’t budge.
“Because I love you. Now get out of your house, before this city
is destroyed.”
“You don’t get to tell me what to do!”
[I]”Samara!”[/I]
Alda’s voice startled Samara, and she recoiled slightly. Alda
took a deep breath.
“I was there when the Emperor died. In order to protect you, I
had to leave you.”
“You were there?” Samara looked uncertain.
“Yes. I had to find his bastard son so the Dragonfires could be
re-lit. Those Oblivion gates? They’re going to open one right in
the city, like they tried to do to Bruma. I’ve been closing
gates left and right as fast as I could, but it’s too much for
me. Mehrunes Dagon will be attacking the city soon, and if you
died…”
“But where could we even go, Alda? If there are gates open like
you said, then there’s no way any of us are safe.”
“There is one place, near Bruma. I’ve given this some thought,
Samara. I could sneak you in, you’re capable of being undetected
for as long as you want.”
“And Blanche?”
“Who?”
“My girlfriend.” She pulled Blanche closer, unaware of the
uncomfortable look she had on her face. Alda’s eyes were cold as
steel.
“One of you, that’s all.”
“Then I’m not going.”
“Samara!”
“No, you’re crazy! You left me to follow someone you SAY was the
Emperor, and disappear for a year, then come back and DEMAND I
leave my girlfriend behind, and come with you Bruma? No. Get
out. Get out of my house.”
“I paid for this house, too! My name is on the deed!”
“I declared you dead six months ago, Alda! This place is mine!”
Alda looked shocked, the expression finally breaking the steely
gaze.
“I see. I don’t know what I expected. You are the master of
moving on, Samara.”
“I am very uncomfortable,” Blanche blurted out. She turned red
when the two women looked at her. Alda turned her gaze, once
again calm, back to Samara.
“Goodbye, Samara. I was hoping you’d come with me, but it seems
I go alone to Paradise.” She turned and left, and Samara shook
her head.
“She’s absolutely mad!”
Blanche closed the door, still looking uncomfortable. “What did
she mean by Paradise?”
“I have absolutely no idea.”
Samara dropped the sheets around her body, and Blanche let out
an appreciative sound as she surveyed her lovers tattooed body.
Along with the vines depicting nightshade, the petals of the
blossoms exploding in arrays of blues and purples along her
hips, stomach, and ribs, she had tattoos of Ayleid and Dwarven
script on her body, single words that were supposed to mean
words of encouragement. Blanche wasn’t going to tell her that
the words were not only entirely incorrect, but misspelled as
well.
But Blanche’s favorite tattoo of Samara’s were the dragon wings
on her back, a red and black, along with a small wolf on her
ankle. The wings went from her shoulders to the swell of her
rear, magnificent in detail. They were slightly torn, with holes
here and there, as well as ragged along the edges. Blanche
looked up at Samara’s face finally.
“You’re going to hate me for this.”
“What?” Samara poured herself a glass of wine, filling the cup
nearly to the brim.
“The Arch Mage wants to send me to Vahtacen.”
“Where?”
“It’s an Ayleid ruin. I…may have started taking more classes at
the University instead of working at the Temple.”
Samara wasn’t sure how to feel. Two emotions crossed her face;
confusion, anger, then confusion again. Blanche raised her
brows.
“Samara?”
“Why wouldn’t you tell me?”
“I don’t know! I thought you would think less of me if I stopped
working. I thought you’d be angry that I can afford to go to
University, and you can’t.”
Samara knew what she was feeling then.
“Excuse me?” Her offense showed on her face. “Blanche, you’re
not responsible for my feelings. I would have been happy for
you. But now I’m angry, and hurt.” She set the cup down and
crossed her arms. Blanche had her gaze cast on the floor as she
began dressing.
“Where are you going?” Samara demanded. Blanche briefly glanced
up, then kept dressing.
“I have to go pack. He wants me there within the week.”
“Fine. Go. I don’t care,” Samara huffed as she turned around,
picking the cup back up. She only turned back around when the
door closed, finding herself in an empty shack. She downed the
rest of the contents of the cup and sat on her bed, fuming.
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Re: At my Feet (R)
By: King Of Beasts Date: September 9, 2014, 7:46 pm
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So Alda finally decided to come back, hmm?
I wonder what kinda trouble Samara will get into of those gates
open lol
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Re: At my Feet (R)
By: Elisabeth Hollow Date: October 9, 2014, 5:33 pm
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Thunder rolled in the distance, the sound resonating in Samara’s
chest. She sighed and woke up, her red hair curled in a few
places from sweat. Blanche had been gone for nearly two weeks, a
time frame Samara could do without. Sliding from bed, she laid
on the dirt floor for a moment before suddenly sitting up.
A loud explosion shook her house, and Samara threw her door open
in time to see the storm wasn’t a normal storm. The sky was as
red as blood, boiling angrily with molten lava. Flecks of star
bursts winked in and out from behind the tumultuous waves of
reddened clouds.
It was horrifyingly beautiful.
The beauty was soon forgotten as she realized the sounds of
screams were piercing the air. The air was hot and thick with
heat and the smell of sulfur and blood. Members of the
Waterfront, people she had known her whole life, were running
from armored monstrosities and creatures from nightmares.
Horned, humanoid creatures with blackened teeth and faces
wielding hateful-looking swords cut down people she had cared
for over the years. Blood splattered on the ground, and sizzled
on the molten armor of the horrific creatures.
She closed her door.
Inside the darkness of her house, she slid her armor on, the
soft leather shimmering with enchantment. Out of everything she
did, this armor was the one selfish thing she did for herself.
It hid her identifiable curves, giving her slimmer, smaller
look. She tied her hair back and slid her mask on, her vision
sharper and clearer. She sighed as she slid her greaves on,
feeling the rejuvenating effects of the spell strengthening her
limbs, opening the valve of her magicka more, letting it flow
easier. Her boots strengthened her legs and made her limbs more
flexible, and her steps quieter.
She threw open the door, her steely resolve dissolving when the
figure of a man stood in her doorway. She took in a breath to
scream, and nearly instantly a hand covered her mouth.
“Quiet,” he hissed. “Don’t draw attention to yourself!”
She struggled, pushing away. She seethed in anger when she saw
his face.
“What are you doing here, Imbel?” She spat.
“No time,” his elven armor gleamed in the roiling red light.
“Can you fight?”
She looked at the dagger with disgust, but took it anyways. “Not
with this, not very well. I only use my hands and a bow.”
“Just like your mother,” he muttered before checking behind him.
The monsters were still occupied with other victims. “That won’t
do well with them. They’re from Oblivion itself, and their armor
will burn you, and the arrows will bounce off. Follow me, and
keep out of sight.”
She obeyed, grabbing her bow. “But-”
There was a roar as a large, dark-furred beast began tearing its
way through the dremora. Jakben grabbed her arm and pulled her
along. Samara swore she heard him say “Prestley,” but before she
could really absorb the situation, they were running past the
chaos and into the shadows.
“Where are we going?” The volume of Samara’s voice didn’t matter
over the screaming and odd pulsating, humming noise.
“The Temple! We’ll be safe there.”
“We should stay out of the city, make a break for an old fort
I’ve got cleaned out.”
“You mean Fort Homestead?”
“How’d you know?!”
A dremora saw them in its peripherals and turned towards them.
It pulled out a sword that seemed to be made from hot coals and
blackened steel and walked towards them.
“Jakben-” Panic was in Samara’s voice as she reached behind her
to grab an arrow as Jakben’s elven shield blocked a blow meant
for her head.
“I forgot my arrows!”
“Just stay back!” He grunted as the dremora pushed him back with
sheer strength, sending him a few steps backwards. A strangled
laugh, almost gurgling, came from the monster’s throat as it
advanced on Jakben.
“Why don’t you stab it?” Samara offered.
“What a wonderful idea! I should have thought of that!” Jakben
spared an eye roll before the dremora attacked again,
mercilessly beating on Jakben’s shield. He cried out through
gritted teeth as a crack was heard. The dremora gurgled in
laughter once again.
“Foolish mortal! I have wounded you.” The voice grated in
Samara’s ears like steel in a dying man’s throat. “Prepare to-”
There was a small, unprotected area at the base of the neck that
Samara had noticed. Once the dremora turned its back, she
plunged the dagger into its throat. She hissed in pain as the
armor burned her skin, causing her wrist to blister up nearly
immediately. It fell to its knees, then fell over. Jakben looked
relieved.
“Thank the gods! I thought I was done for!” He groaned as Samara
helped him up, looking around cautiously.
“Do you feel that?”
He nodded. “The air changed. We need to get to the Temple.”
The air rumbled with an energy that Samara had never felt
before. She rushed on with Jakben, the energy pushing and
pulling at what seemed to be their very souls. She felt her very
essence jump as a bright, fiery explosion littered the sky with
embers, two gargantuan figures, one shaped as a bedazzling
dragon, and the other as fear incarnate, swung and bit, clawed,
and lunged, crushing the districts beneath them.
Everything stopped as the two battled, and Samara suddenly had
an instinctual feeling that they should be nowhere near the
city. She grabbed Jakben’s hand, ignoring the startled look on
his face as she pulled him away from the city. Bodies littered
the districts as they sprinted between alleys, dodging swinging
axes of Mythic Dawn agents and dremora alike. Suddenly Jakben
slowed.
“Where’s your lover?” The raging battle was near-deafening, but
Samara heard him, just barely.
“Not in the city!” They reached the gate, which was ajar after
the guardsmen abandoned their posts. Once they were out, the air
seemed thinner, more calm as a final burst of light blinded
everyone in the city momentarily. Both Jakben and Samara covered
their eyes as the entirety of Nirn filled with deafening
silence.
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Re: At my Feet (R)
By: King Of Beasts Date: October 11, 2014, 10:04 pm
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She should've left the city when she was warned lol
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