Amytis
Persian 
"I want a life that is mine!"
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Post by Amytis on Apr 8, 2007 17:44:44 GMT -5
Along with about 10 other women from the streets of the city Amytis had been brought to the palace by the Immortal Guard to please the king as they had said. She was loyal to King Xerxes truely she was but she didn't want to be here. She didn't want this life or this job. She wanted to be a pristess but she wouldn't have any chance at doing that she knew it. There was no way they were going to let an exwhore become a pristess. She dind't have a chance.
Her eyes lifted from the floor as she heard foot steps approaching the door he was comming. Her heart was hammering in her chest. IT was now or never she had a chance to run, but if she did the Immortal Guard would take her again a perhaphs this time kill her.
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Post by Xerxes I on Apr 8, 2007 17:56:18 GMT -5
Two of the gods outside the enormous bedchamber bowed deeply, masks covering their war scarred faces. Xerxes barely acknowledged them, dark, heavily lined eyes flicking from one to the other with satisfaction. Even though they were large men, the seven foot Persian towered. He was dressed in nearly nothing, and the only decorations for his muscled chest were chains. Piercings adorned his face, rings his fingers. Glittering gold covered the bronzed godking's body, and with a flick of the wrist, he dismissed the guards, pushing open the door himself.
He glimpsed the women-there were many, all beautiful, for him to choose from. Which he wanted to take to bed tonight, but one in particular stood out to him, she who raised her head from the floor. As he strode in the room, Xerxes cocked his head to the side, taking in her appearance with some satisfaction.
"You needn't look so confused, my dear. I won't bite you," he said.
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Amytis
Persian
"I want a life that is mine!"
Posts: 8
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Post by Amytis on Apr 8, 2007 18:03:28 GMT -5
Amytis lowered her gaze back to the ground knowing she shouldn't look the godking in the eyes, as she heard the other women leave she spoke softly, "My lord." She could hear her heart thumping in her chest barely even hearing him. why her of all people? Why did he have to pick her? The gold bangles on her arms clincked softly as she knoted her hands together. Damn she hated this life. She wanted to be free but she had to be chosen for the king. Amytis faught back tears as she felt hsi eyes wander over her body.
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Post by Xerxes I on Apr 9, 2007 14:09:13 GMT -5
Xerxes dismissed the others as soon as he heard the young woman's melodious voice, his title rolling off her tongue. As they departed, Xerxes walked around her in a slow, considerate circle, examining her curves, her body, for any possible imperfections-there were none. Nothing but the sound of breathing and bangles, either, until the godking stopped to her left.
He bent down, slightly, still towering, and reached almost gently for her chin, to tilt her gaze up. "Let me see your face," the king commanded.
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Amytis
Persian
"I want a life that is mine!"
Posts: 8
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Post by Amytis on Apr 9, 2007 14:20:51 GMT -5
She lifted her head still not sure she should be doing this. Sure she'd seen him before when he was prading around after a battle he won but not like this up close. Her soft ebony hair shifted shilhtly as her head raised she was starting the godking in the face. He was handsome not in the usual way but still. "What do you wish me to do my lord?" She struggled to not look him in the eyes longer than she had to but there was something enchanting about them at the smae time.
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Post by Xerxes I on Apr 10, 2007 8:27:17 GMT -5
He turned her face to the left, the right-she was beautiful, from the exotic shape of her face, her mouth, and eyes-though her eyes, what flicks of her gaze he caught, were drenched in sorrow. She did not wish this; it was an oddly unsettling sensation. Xerxes was rarely refused, and those with whom he made his bed at the very least pretended to desire him, and it was enough. He had forced submission in the past, but those were instances of prisoners, not whores.
Xerxes ran his fingers through her hair, cupping her face in his hands. "I wish you to stand," he said, then helping to ease her to her feet. The godking brushed a kiss along her lips, eyes dark with lust. "You are uneasy, sweet. Do you think I will hurt you?"
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Amytis
Persian
"I want a life that is mine!"
Posts: 8
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Post by Amytis on Apr 10, 2007 16:29:36 GMT -5
She shook her head the gold earrings in her ears tinkling together, "This isn't the life I chose for myself. It's not you my lord. I'm only here to please you." How was she supposed to explain to the God King of Persia she hated what she was having to do with him. Amytis could see the lust in his eyes, the same lust she saw night after night when she met up with someone. There wasn't a way to escape her life she was stuck in the life of a whore for life. "I'm sorry I shouldn't be acting like this. It's a great honor you chose me my lord." She sturggled not to quiver under his touch, if he hadn't chosen her surly one of the guards would have later on in the night. At least he wouldn't hurt her.
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Post by wowposter on Nov 3, 2008 2:27:30 GMT -5
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