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Post by Demetra on Apr 9, 2007 14:00:40 GMT -5
It was a pitiful attempt, the Spartan woman now realied as she stood in her position, but anything to kill Xerxes was worth it. She stood in the main room, knowing the fake godking would pass through it at least once this evening, and they could inact their plan. She had made sure to look as alluring as possible, borrowing an outfit from one of the haram girls. Instead of her usual, black, bellydancer outfit, she wore a black outfit, the top barely covering enough, the mesh pants revealing her long, lean legs. Her big, blue eyes strayed occasionally to the hallway, waiting for Xerxes.
She hoped Ra would keep up his end, and that she was not going into this alone. Suddenly, footsteps...heavy footsteps....her cue. Pretending not to hear them, she began to dance, hips popping from side to side, shimmying, looking absolutely as sexy as possible in the moonlight filtering in.
((outfit, only in black))
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Post by Xerxes I on Apr 9, 2007 14:22:38 GMT -5
Xerxes was irritated, and tired. The godking rubbed at his temples, dispelling the frustrating effects of the day. Sparta refused to bow, and his soldiers were impatient for blood. Hell, he himself was tense with anticipation of his victory; the thought of having Greece under his thumb, in a manner in which his father never could was the greatest fantasy of all, and the rest of his lusts only fed that one obsession. The king had long since pulled off his cloak, and strode - nearly naked, as he often was, save for the golden chains, bronzed body gleaming in the candlelight from sweat. Damned heat. The king smoothed one hand over his head as he strode into the main room, attention on the floor, more than anything. But when he glanced up, those dark eyes took in a sight he'd never thought he would see.
The Spartan girl, the one who'd hissed at him, was dancing. She was scintillatingly good, and her hips moved in a way he hadn't thought possible for Greeks-particularly Spartans, they were so repressed. The black outfit accentuated her body, very sheer so the godking need not imagine how excellent she was in form. He saw it all, and for a moment, he just stood there.
"If all Spartan priestesses are as enthralling, I will make note to sack the temples first," he said quietly, smile spreading lasciviously. "What brings about this change in mood, my Spartan flower." The last word was sarcastic, mostly because her temperament made her less than appealing as a flower.
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Post by Ra-Aqikha on Apr 9, 2007 14:28:58 GMT -5
Ra saunters in, he appears naked and clothed all at once, his complex outfit twining around his body, Persian coins hanging from it, the profile of Xerxes gently sliding over Ra's bronzed thighs.
"She had a good teacher..."
The little Egyptian nods to the spartan as he joins the dance, taking a hop skip to join the routine. He jangles with every movement, a hundred tiny image sof Xerxes face knocking together and bouncing off Ra's bare body. How he longed to hold Xerxes head in his hand, his head, and nothing else.
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Post by Demetra on Apr 9, 2007 14:37:38 GMT -5
"If all Spartan priestesses are as enthralling, I will make note to sack the temples first. What brings about this change in mood, my Spartan flower."
Demetra was about to speak when Ra jumped in, and she kept her eyes away from his naked body to keep from getting distracted. She danced for a few more moments before walking over to Xerxes, leaning up on her toes a little to run one long, elegant finger down his chest, smirking slighly, dark hair falling over one eye. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips before she spoke. "The honor to serve a God." She replied before beginning to dance once more, her hips moving from side to side, body flowing like a serpents, her hips barely brushing him each time they moved.
She steadily moved back over to Ra, dancing with him, allowing her entire body to flow into the dance.
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Post by Xerxes I on Apr 9, 2007 15:10:10 GMT -5
"I do not doubt it," Xerxes replied, with a struggle tearing his eyes from Demetra to glance at Ra. And what a sight it was. The godking swallowed; from that pretty face to those perfect thighs, the coins bringing a satisfying ring to the saunter. He watched the pair dance together, nearly unable to move, let alone breathe as desire wracked his body. It chased away the fatigue, that was for sure.
Suddenly, the Spartan stopped dancing and walked over to him. Xerxes was taken aback and stared down at her imperiously-only hiding the vague uncertainty. But her suggestiveness, and her voice, reassured the king of any doubts. She had come to her senses; they always did. The godking cupped the side of that beautiful face in his hand, pushing her dark hair out of her eyes. She moved her hips against him, and Xerxes fought the overwhelming urge to grab her without remorse. His hands touched her shoulders, her waist, then nothing as she retreated back to Ra.
Easily lured, Xerxes followed, though at a slow, stiffened pace, eyes narrowed on the pair. "And the occasion for this gift to me?" he asked, voice a little hoarse. He indicated the show.
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Post by Ra-Aqikha on Apr 9, 2007 15:15:35 GMT -5
Ra giggles and follows Demetra's example, walking forward, but this time he kneels between Xerxes legs, his hands gently stroking the inside of the kings thighs, ever so slightly touching the edge of his crotch.
"it's a very very important occassion..."
Ra gazes at Demetra, smiles, and kisses the inside of Xerxes right thigh, his tongue lingering on the soft skin.
"For a very special man.."
He laughs, gazing up at Xerxes from between his legs, his hands resting on the kings thighs.
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Post by Demetra on Apr 9, 2007 15:21:44 GMT -5
Resisting the urge not to gag, Demetra dropped to her hands and knees, crawling towards the man on the floor, hips swaying seductively as she did. "Yes." she replied to Ra's words and nibbled on Ra's earlobe before turning onto her back and letting one hand run down the inside of the king's thigh. She simply looked up at the two, face suggestive.
"Perhaps we should go to your chambers, my king." She drawled softly and rolled back up onto her hands and knees to sit beside Ra.
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Post by Iolanthe on Apr 9, 2007 16:04:10 GMT -5
"Forgive my tardiness, I simply couldn't keep my dress up," the Persian drawled from the doorway, eyes widening a little at the sight. Well! She herself had been detained by guards, and it had been difficult to untangle herself unscathed. Iolanthe wore part of her decorative cloak - only it was a dress. Sort of.
The multicolored fabric hit her about midthigh, strapless and tied around her chest with a single knot. She glanced at Demetra, recognizing the Spartan, and couldn't hide the disgust at what the girl was pretending to do. The pretty boy must have been the Egyptian - they hadn't been introduced, but she'd heard of him.
Iolanthe did not kneel. Instead, the dancer came up behind Xerxes, black hair spilling over her shoulders as she turned her head to look up at him. She was glad not to have to face him from the front - such was her glee at the promise of his impending death.
Then she wrapped her arms around his chest, hands splayed over smooth, glossy muscles. She curled her fingers slightly, so her fingernails touched his skin. Iolanthe pressed a kiss to his back, pressing herself close enough for her stomach to press to his ass, torso against his lower back.
"Please, my lord?" Iolanthe agreed to Demetra's proposition. She spoke against his skin, eyes closed and doing her best not to breathe - she didn't want to breathe his scent, she didn't want to look at him. She wanted him dead. "I've been so lonely today."
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Post by Xerxes I on Apr 10, 2007 9:06:02 GMT -5
Were Xerxes a lesser man, Ra might have brought him to his knees. The Egyptian's provacative position made Xerxes' breath catch in his throat, pulling from his lips something like a ragged growl to the touch of fingers. So close, and that mouth...he didn't even register what was being said, so overwhelmed was he by the proximity of Ra to his arousal.
Demetra followed, and Xerxes steadied himself with one hand on top of the Egyptian's head, digging his fingernails into Ra's thick golden hair. The Spartan crawled forward, and Xerxes nearly winced. As if in physical pain; this was what he wanted more than anything-and it was now, freely offered! If he had any suspicions, they were trampled by desire. He couldn't even breathe, or when he did, it was a struggle-nearly a gasp.
Iolanthe's voice drifted in tart accent of his native tongue, and when the Persian dancer slipped behind him, Xerxes tilted his head to the ceiling, eyes momentarily closing. She was so close, her curves pressed against the planes of his body. Her hair tickled his shoulders and he touched her hand with one of his, running fingers up her arm distractedly.
"Yes," Xerxes agreed hoarsely after a moment, and he raised one of Iolanthe's hands to his lips. He kissed it, then released her fingers, giving his hand to Demetra. "We will not be disturbed." He would peel the flesh off the bones of anyone who dared. The king stepped, with visible effort, from Ra and Demetra, and he nodded towards the curtained doorway which led to his bedchamber. "Shall we?"
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Post by Ra-Aqikha on Apr 10, 2007 15:38:43 GMT -5
The little Egyptian rushed to rub against the kings legs like a cat happy to see it's owner, nuzzling the bronzed thighs, one hand gliding up to rest on the kings buttocks, making tiny circles on the soft flesh with his fingers, the other hand runs down his own body, lingering on his piercings, to rest on the hem of his clothing.
"Yes Xerxes, we shall..."
He glances to the other two slaves and smiles. If a mans gotta die, then why not send him to heaven before hes sent to hell?
(ack short post)
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Post by Demetra on Apr 16, 2007 18:25:39 GMT -5
Demetra smiled and pulled herself to her feet, following the king and the two other slaves, an evil glint in her eye that could easily be mistaken for pure, raw desire and lust. She made sure she was the last one inside and pulled the curtain behind them. Reaching behind her, she pulled the pins from her hair so it cascaded around her and moved to where the other three were.
She looked questioningly at Ra, trying to get him to tell her what to do, as she did not know. The girl was still so innocent in the ways of seduction and love.
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Post by Xerxes I on Apr 18, 2007 21:00:19 GMT -5
Xerxes struggled to keep his breathing even, though the Egyptian's touches were driving him mad. The king strode shakily across the room, into the well furnished chamber. A wardrobe, table, most importantly, enormous bed with thick coverlets of gold. Silk sheets of course. He studied the dimly lit room with approval, and turned around as the curtain was pulled shut, in time to see the Spartan's thick dark hair tumble over her shoulders.
She was the least experienced, aye, and that's what made this all the sweeter. He walked over to her, reached up and touched her hair, running his fingers through it, moving it aside to kiss her neck.
"I am so pleased you have come to your senses, pretty Greek," he informed her slowly, pulling away. He looked to Ra then, and, in stepping towards the bed, he silently invited the Egyptian to follow. Xerxes would relish this, both of them. All of them. His. Of course they were; he was a god-he deserved the devotion.
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Post by Ra-Aqikha on Apr 19, 2007 11:45:59 GMT -5
Ra giggles, the chilidhs giggle of someone who wants to be naughty. He follows Xerxes and bound past him, taking the king hand and holding it to his face.
"Xerxes, you have conquered my nation, but i fear..."
He lies down on the bed, guiding Xerxes hand down his body, his chest, his smooth stomach and leaving the kings hand on the hem of his small beaded skirt. He bites his bottom lip, glances at Demetra to come over and arches his back, his fine, limber athletic form onm display.
"You have never spent the night in Egypt"
He cocks an eyebrow, letting he king know exactly what he
meant.
"And i promise you, its a place you'll wanna visit again and again..."
He smiles, the same naughty giggle on his lips. It was all too easy. The king lust was as big as his ego, and both where easily used against him. He just prayed Demetra would take his lead, would vamp it up and play the sex kitten before they could give Xerxes his present.
A present he was just gonna love...
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Post by Demetra on Apr 19, 2007 20:25:42 GMT -5
Takling Ra's lead, she moaned softly as the king touched her neck with his lips, silently forcing herself not to throw up. She showly rolled her hips, allowing her stomach and pelvis to brush against his legs, as he was much taller than she. She then moved down onto her hands and knees, crawling between his legs to Ra, slipping into the bed beside him and taking Xerxes's other hand, resting it upon her exposed cleavage, her skin rising and falling in deep breaths.
"You have never spent the night in Egypt. And i promise you, its a place you'll wanna visit again and again..."
"Ah, but he lies to you, my king. You have never spent a night in Sparta, either, and our women are known for robust passion." she hissed, her voice seductive, before leaning over to ruckle Ra's neck, hand trailing to the blonde's body to rest atop the King's.
"He's so beautiful." She whispered against the Egyptian's neck, slowly sliding away from his neck all the way down his body before grapping Xerxes's hand and tugging in an attempt to pull him into the bed.
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Post by wowposter on Nov 3, 2008 2:27:25 GMT -5
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