Dinner for Two Courtiers [Isa & Andolin]

Andolin · Post by **Andolin** » Sat Oct 11, 2003 2:50 am

"I am a dangerous man," he purred back at her in half jest. "But you know that."

Then, in a whisper, his voice was in her ear, intended only for her. "My love, it is sometimes strength to hold emotions inside and not show them, but I will make an exception here and now, but perhaps not again. I do not let you run wild Isabella, nor do I run wild. I have an unseen hold over you just as you have an unseen hold over me. No matter how wild I run Isabella Florentina, no matter how much I might probe another, no matter how many times we feign that we do not care in whose arms the other might be ... know this ... we belong together. You are my lover, my ally, and more than you know. Do you not know that I would gladly face the greatest evils the coven could muster if it were necessary to save you ... just to once again see your smile, hear my name upon your lips, and to crush you against me in a sweet embrace?"

Lightly he kissed her earlobe and then moved back to assume an upright posture in his seat.

Isabella Florentina · Post by **Isabella Florentina** » Sat Oct 11, 2003 1:22 pm

Isabella was slightly mollified when she detected the twin notes of protectiveness and possessiveness in his urgent whisperings, something that deep inside she had great need of, and a small shiver of delight ran through her as he lightly kissed her earlobe. None shall come between us.

"Milord," Isa said in low tones, looking up at him through dark eyelashes "Forgive me, I am but a woman, and sometimes I am weak enough to seek confirmation and assurances." Her fingers caressed the ruby rose, tangible proof of his devotion that she was enjoying immensely "I am a deeply religious person, and my love is of the forgiving and sharing kind as my Lord preaches. I shall try and be stronger in the face of such.. challenges."

She sat straight just in time to enjoy the sight of the arrival of the first course, raising her wine filled goblet. Isa's eyes sparkled and her voice was of the purest velvet as she purred "To the swift resolution of any challenge we face. To the fullfillment of our wishes. To the Light!"

OOC: I've assumed a few things, in the interest of keeping modding duties light. I'm sure Guen will rap my wrist if I shouldn't have.

Andolin · Post by **Andolin** » Sat Oct 11, 2003 7:52 pm

As the food was served, Andolin joined in the toast with his wine, "To the Light, and to us," he uttered before draining the goblet. Stirring the vegetables on his plate, Andolin replied to Isabella's explanation. "You are not but a woman Isabella. I do not associate with ordinary women. You are a magnificent woman and you have only to look into my eyes to find the assurances that you seek." He saluted her again with a glass of wine as he watched her play with her pendant. She seemed to truly love his gift. It was well.

The vegetables and the shark turned out to be excellent. He was quiet for a time as he ate. It afforded him an opportunity to think about things more clearly. What was he to do about Kitya? He already had the love of a magnificent woman. Was there room in his life for two? Fortunately, Isa had indicated that she would be forgiving and would understand his sharing. As such, he took that as license for him to continue to probe Kitya. Perhaps they might not like each other in the end and then he could find out about the coven and let her be on her way. The fact that she had wealth made for an intriguing possibility as well. Isabella knew that he must marry a noble, and she was resigned to his upcoming marriage to Etain. What if he chose to marry Kitya instead? She might be worth less money, but was likely to have a sizeable dowry.

Etain deserved better than him. She would be a wonderful mother for their children, and he might be able to fool her for a time with his trysts, but in the end he would be discovered. Not only would he have to fight her tears of betrayal, but her friend the Countess had threatened him. Her father and brother might accept the notion that a husband would have a mistress, but maybe not. They might do something foolish. On the other hand, perhaps Kitya could be reasoned with to allow him one, and only one, mistress. Kitya would be his wife and Isa would be his mistress. That would do nicely. He would never have need of another woman in his life, for who could ever want for more? But would Kitya permit a mistress? Perhaps if he made her love him and told her that otherwise he would marry Etain, she might relent. He would need to be careful. It would also be hard to stop his betrothal to Etain as things were beginning to be placed in motion. The sand in the hourglass was finite.

Realizing that he had been quiet, Andolin looked up at Isa and stated, "I have been thinking that we need to recruit some commoners to our cause. Hopefully you will have your maid Sylvie, but I need a servant, a guard, and some spies. It is hard to recruit such people inside the palace. I was wondering if we could go to the Burpin Dragon afterwards and see if we might find some likely candidates." Leaning in more with a whisper, he added, "and if you like, we could arrive separately and pretend not to know each other. After we recruit someone, I could persuade you to come home with me and the two of us would stay locked in my room till morningtide. Interested?" he breathed softly.

The only problem was that the tavern might not be safe for well-dressed persons, but he had his sabre and dagger, and they would keep the coachman waiting.

Isabella Florentina · Post by **Isabella Florentina** » Sat Oct 11, 2003 8:06 pm

If only she was a mindreader beside an empath. She could feel how he was pondering, contemplating, and being very, very tempted by something. Yet she couldn't guess at this stage what it was, though she was woman enough to suspect Kitya had at least something to do with it.

Isabella laughed, intrigued by the idea of intermingling with other people at this special night. She bit in a nice piece of shark meat, licking her lips in delight in fragant disregard of etiquette "Delightful," she breathed with a wink.

Andolin · Post by **Andolin** » Sat Oct 11, 2003 8:19 pm

Andolin returned her wink and set himself to finishing the shark as quickly as possible, rather than savouring it as he should. More than once he lifted his napkin to his mouth and then replaced it in his lap, giving him an excuse to have his hand move under the table to Isabella's thigh. It was one of the reasons why he had sat so close to Isabella after all. With his meal over, he could torment her while she finished her own meal.

Gently, his hand rested upon her silken thigh, and then he openly dropped his napkin to the floor. Bending over to retrieve his napkin, with his left hand, Isabella would find his right hand stroking her ankle, before slowly rising up her leg. As he returned upright in his seat, Andolin found his right hand underneath Isabella's dress. As it moved upward, he brought the silky folds of her skirt upward with it. Pretending to look another direction with interest, his hand once again found her thighs, but this time he was under her skirt and moving above her stockings.

Isabella Florentina · Post by **Isabella Florentina** » Sat Oct 11, 2003 9:15 pm

Isabella had kicked out her dainty shoe, wriggly her toes once they were freed and then moving them up Andolins leg. No mean task since he had chosen to set next to her. It left her legs a tad exposed and she bit of a gasp, hiding it with her goblet take a huge swill of wine, when his fingers travelled up her leg and under her skirt, lighly touching the highest point of her stockings where they were attached to her corset, that most foul of fashionable inventions that only recently had been setting a trend in the citadel.

Andolin · Post by **Andolin** » Sat Oct 11, 2003 11:10 pm

It appeared that the two of them had been thinking the same thing. After all, how could one resist a bit of illicit fun when one was at a fancy restaurant in the dark, especially when both Andolin and Isabella were extremely passionate towards each other. Andolin was captivated with Isabella's allure, and as she was an empath, the two of them fed off each other's lust as well. It was almost like feeling amorous sensations in two different waves, rather than one.

While she had tried to extend her leg to stroke him, he had gotten inside her thigh with his questing hand. The goal of course was to drive her into a state of frenzy where she could not finish her meal and would be begging him to forget the Burpin Dragon ... or to ask the coachman to take the very long way to their destination.

To drive her wild, he needed to lean towards her. He leaned in to whisper to her ear breathlessly, "I want you Isabella." By leaning in, he gained the extra reach that was needed to seek her velvety folds with his fingers. He was a man who knew that well-placed and vigorously used fingers could drive a woman quite wild, especially one with the temperament of Isabella. It was really quite unfair of him to torment her so, but it was yet another game between them.

Isabella Florentina · Post by **Isabella Florentina** » Sun Oct 12, 2003 1:50 am

Isabella gasped, covering her passion by quickly eating another piece of shark meat, and taking a deep breath. Andolins fingers travelled upwards and it made it very difficult to concentrate. She couldn't help but send out a full blown passion to her lover, making it unlikely they would survive any private spot.

It was becoming more and more difficult to concentrate on the task at hand and Isa watched Andolin through half closed eyes as his fingers moved up her stockings and in to the hot warmth of her passion. There was the tiniest tremor to her hands as she suggested "Perhaps.." a long luxurious pause, pressing her hips to his hand, "perhaps we ought to go on to that tavern through the long route, so we can establish our stories before hand."

Guenhwyfar · Post by **Guenhwyfar** » Sun Oct 12, 2003 1:54 am

Again Andolin had the uncanny sensation that he was being watched. As before it was followed by a sudden chill. Then he felt suddenly, intensely dizzy; had he not been sitting down it would likely have made him lose his balance and fall. As it was, he shouldhave been able to cover it up discreetly -- but it was nothing less than a profoundly disconcerting sensation.

Andolin · Post by **Andolin** » Sun Oct 12, 2003 5:47 am

These attacks were becoming more annoying to him with each occurrence. He resolved to ask Thorkatla about them when he saw her next. She was his best hope.

He could tell that he had excited Isabella sufficiently. He withdrew his hand slowly, letting her dress cascade downward behind it. He hoped to shake off the effects of the vertigo as he signaled the waiter to bring the bill so he could settle accounts and be on their way.

"Let us leave at once," he whispered to Isabella, trying to hide his discomfort from her. Forcing a pained wolfish smile, he uttered softly, "I need to get you alone in the coach."

Isabella Florentina · Post by **Isabella Florentina** » Sun Oct 12, 2003 8:19 am

If Isabella hadn't been so distracted she would have felt and seen Andolins chilling discomfort. As it was she was trying desperately not to moan in public, and the moment passed without her notice. She looked at Andolin through halfclosed eyes at his whispering about the coach with his wolvish grin and knew his mind was on the same thing hers was. Isa only smiled in response.

Pretending to be demure she hid her flushed cheeks from the waiter as Andolin settled their account by looking at the remains of the dinner.

Andolin · Post by **Andolin** » Sun Oct 12, 2003 4:31 pm

Andolin settled the bill as he recovered from the vertigo attack. Looking around the room, as if stretching his limbs, he wanted to see if there were any familiar faces in the crowd. Offering his arm, Andolin escorted Isabella to the waiting carriage.

It was not until he was seated beside her in the coach that he began to recapture his prior ardor. Yet, sitting beside the delicious Isabella, how could Andolin resist thinking amorous thoughts? Once the driver had received his instructions to take a full mark touring the city before arriving at the Burpin Dragon, and the coach door was secured, Andolin pulled Isabella to him and began to demand hot and fervent kisses. It was as if her kisses were the only balm for the last vestiges of the prior mental attack.

Isabella Florentina · Post by **Isabella Florentina** » Sun Oct 12, 2003 4:55 pm

Isabella groaned softly against Andolin's lips, still largely unaware of his previous mental discomfort due the distraction his body was providing. He pulled her close in the small private space of the coach, and her breasts, carefully contained in her corset and scarlet dress, flattened against his doublet, threatening to spill out of their bounds. The rose pendant was hard and cold between them, pressing in Isa's flesh.

Allowing her full passion to go through her shimmering shields she deliberately tried turn the emotion in a physical sensation, like running little rivulets of water down his back. Isa nibbled on her lovers lower lip, teasing him, before she kissed him ravenously.

Andolin · Post by **Andolin** » Sun Oct 12, 2003 5:44 pm

The rose pendant was not the only hard thing between them, pressing on Isa's flesh, thanks to Isabella's ravenous kisses. Much as he would delight ... no crave ... freeing her breasts from their confines, they were not in a bedroom, but in a coach bound for their next arrival. He could not have his love emerge from the coach appearing to have been bested by a cyclone.

Instead, they needed to do much like they had in the laundry room ... something quick and mostly fully clothed. That would afford them some time to repair appearances. The only only article needing removal was the codpiece and hose beneath his tunic. This quickly found its way to the floor of the coach, as Andolin pressed Isabella back upon the cushions of the coach seat. While their burning kisses smothered lips, cheeks, ears, and necks, Andolin's hand was once again lifting her silken skirt to pave the way for the consumation of their mutual desire.

Isabella Florentina · Post by **Isabella Florentina** » Sun Oct 12, 2003 6:50 pm

Isa felt Andolin press her down and she gave out little moans and gasps of delight as his fingers traveled up her legs alongside her silken stockings. She opened her legs so he would have room to push aside the petticoats as he settled between them, lifting her hips to help the cloth along. Her mouth wandered from his mouth to his chin, nipping without leaving marks, making a hot trail to his ear "Show me how dangerous you are, my love," Isa urged with sparkling eyes, allowing another shiver of passion to slip past her spiderthread shield.

Andolin · Post by **Andolin** » Sun Oct 12, 2003 10:46 pm

Quite willing to please his love, as always, Andolin adopted a feral grin ... that of the demonic beast that she feared and yet so secretly desired. As he reached out with his mage sight, he decided to use the magical energy not to invoke a glamour upon her again, but to use his mentalism to try and read her thoughts as he struck. Since she was an empath, he speculated, that if he read her thoughts of passion, they would flow back to her along with his own, which would then be projected back to him. Imagine a river of passion doubling to a torrent and then being magnified again into a tidal wave. That is what he hoped anyway.

Isabella seemed to have a weakness for the dark, even though she voiced her allegiance to the light. She did not want something gentle to be offered when she was in this mood. She demanded to be taken, and take her he would.

Once her skirt and petticoats were out out the way, as well as his one tunic lifted, he pounced upon her with a guttural growl, biting her neck lightly at the moment of penetration. He continued to try and read her thoughts as he plunged ahead like a beast unleashed, knowing that this is what she desired. Her raven black hair bobbed before him and her dark eyes seemed to glint in glee with the dark persona Andolin adopted as he pressed forward his relentless attack.

Isabella Florentina · Sun Oct 12, 2003 11:13 pm

With Andolin trying the exact same thing with mentalism, the blunt force of sorcery, that Isa was attempting through empathy, the subtle force of mindcraft, they were raising a tidalwave of passion that was being swept up higher and higher, spinning out of control. The darkhaired beauty lost control over her shields and let them go, shivering under the delights of being possessed truely.

Andolin, through experience or through mindreading, was getting to know Isabella really well to hit upon her darkest desires. With a purr of delight she pretended to be but the innocent victim of such passionate violence, throwing her arms above her in a helpless gesture, which caused her breasts to perk upwards through the velvet cloth. She cried out softly as he pressed forward, lifting her hips to meet him. Her silk covered legs wrapped around his waist, imprisoning him.

Andolin · Post by **Andolin** » Mon Oct 13, 2003 1:30 am

If he was ever to be imprisoned, this would be one for which he would gladly volunteer. Truth be told, although Andolin could play any role to seduce a lady ... gentle knight to a demon possessed ... he did have a particular liking for the latter. Perhaps it was association with demons, but more likely it was the exotic combination between control and lack thereof. He was getting to know his lover well, through a combination of experience, projected empathy, and now even mentalism. They seemed perfect together, and with the added sensation of magnified passion through projected empathy and mentalism, the thrill defied description. It was impossible, he surmised, for lovemaking to exceed what he had with Isabella. He only hoped that she felt the same with him and would find others to be pale substitutes.

Imprisoned in her embrace as he was, it did not keep Andolin from attempting to flounce between her legs with the strength of an unbroken stallion. One problem with such exquisite lovemaking was that it ended too quickly, for there was no thought to control or prolong the result. Though they might be halfway to the Burpin Dragon, it seemed as if this wild and magical bout had been over in a few burns. Andolin clawed her lightly at the fateful moment and had to attempt to stifle an animalistic utterance. Collapsing upon her form after she joined him and the movement finally subsided, he whispered hoarsely "my love, we are perfect together." He knew that they would need to sit up and rearrange themselves shortly, but he wanted to enjoy another moment of sated bliss and kiss her again in appreciation for what they had just shared.

Isabella Florentina · Post by **Isabella Florentina** » Mon Oct 13, 2003 8:42 am

Isabella surrendered herself to their greatly enhanced passion, lost in the tidalwave. Her hips met the onslaught with equal vigor, using her intimate knowledge of his body to enhance their pleasure, wriggling under him. Not only was Andolin proving to be one of the most expert lovers in her rather large collection of men high and low, there was the added benefit of his experience with her, anticipating her needs, pushing at just the right moments, stroking at just the right places. Indeed, this was new for Isa, who so far had never had a long standing relationship, only short exchanges of Joy.

Growling in his neck as she went over the edge, Isa kept her legs in their silken coverings wrapped around Andolins hips, holding him close till long after they both recaptured their breaths and their control. She was awed, knowing her skin would be oversensitive to the touch for the rest of the eveningtide. Isa kissed him in response to his hoarse words, sated, yet with passion still lingering. Her dark eyes would follow Andolin around in the Burpin Dragon, knowing they would share again ere gravetide was done, tantalizingly close yet apart, their anticipation building. She whispered the teasing thought in his ear, adding "We will plot and scheme milord, like only we can." The darkhaired lady felt immensely empowered at that moment, as if the whole of Tazlure could not touch her.

Andolin · Post by **Andolin** » Mon Oct 13, 2003 10:37 pm

Without her shields in place, Andolin could feel some of the empowerment that Isabela felt, but he stopped with his mentalism. It was fine for lovemaking but he was not sure she would appreciate having her mind read otherwise. He actually trusted Isabella and felt that she loved him ... as much as creatures like them could love anyone. She did not need to keep her legs locked around him, as he was quite content to languish in her embrace indefinitely.

It was not until the coach stopped that he jerked free, cleaned up as best he could, and reached for his hose and codpiece. The coachman would need to wait until Isabella was presentable as well. Actually, the slightly disheveled hair seemed to make Isabella even more alluring in the moonlight.

Once they were ready, he rechecked his trusty sabre and dagger and then stepped from the coach, holding the door for Isa. He would let her enter first, and then he would follow.

OOC~ I'll let you post to the Burpin Dragon thread you think is most appropriate and I will follow.

Isabella Florentina · Mon Oct 13, 2003 11:12 pm

With a sigh of regret Isabella let go, with a naughty smile readjusting her clothing so nothing remained of her passion that could be seen on the outside. She gave a secret smile as she adjusted her skirts, enjoying the lingering feeling of sweetness hidden by her petticoats. Her hands flew to her hair, readjusting slightly. Only her slightly widened dark eyes could possibly betray the passion shared.

Completely having regained her poise Isabella Florentina stepped out of the coach feeling confident enought to take on all of Tazlure.

OOC: I might make us an open thread. There are some potentials for timeknots.