Ciara's Enchantment
Inesus paced nervously at the closed door to the vestiary. The maids he had sent within to tend to the captured goddess (plucked from the roof of a citizen of Pyrae, no less !) were slow to answer his repeated inquiries at the door.
"Rhesa ! Immediae !".
The pad of bare feet followed an excited rustle of womens' robes. There was a small creak as the door swung ajar. A thin horizontal sliver of light framed Rhesa's matronly face as she peered from within the dimly lit antechamber. She was smiling !
"Inesus, " she scolded. "Almost ready ! I will send her out in five minutes."
He nodded and made a mental note to have the door oiled; a noisy hinge could cost a vassal his head. And Inesus, above all, prized the current location of his head and its rather permanent attachment to the rest of his body.
A scant forty minutes had passed since he and the house's armed men had knocked urgently at the door of the lady within. Her husband had not been home, but the servants had bid them enter, with some visible measure of trepidation. The lady had not resisted when they took her; had not raised a hand or even asked to improve her attire. She came as she was.
He had charged Rhesa, head among the maids, with ensuring her presentability. The door creaked open again, catching Inesus in mid-step. Were beauty capable of arresting gravity, his foot might have remained suspended right there for the duration of his natural life. The lady shone like a star of the evening, and it was not to be credited solely to the skill of Rhesa's ladies-at-wait.
Her cheeks were lightly rouged but could not conceal the natural pink of youthful vitality. Those breasts which had charmed a man and an invisible prince from an archer's range away stood proudly in their cinctures, the aureloae covered only with silver cups etched into a spiral pattern. She still wore the blue garment in which Rama'eh had first espied her, but it was now drawn tight around her waist with a thin belt of pure braided silver. On her feet she wore [ed.: what's that word for calf-high sandals, again ? begins with b], similarly gilded with silver thread.
Mentally closing his eyes, and putting aside unclean thoughts in the presence of this heavenly creature, Inesus took her proferred hand. It seemed she had some idea of where she was, and why she was here. To her credit, she was not a stupid woman.
Matching her shorter stride, Inesus led the way to the antechamber. The doors were already open, but the room itself was filled with a deep and abiding darkness. The darkness carried with it a pervasive chill, one that sank into the bones like the jaws of some demonic canine. Rama'eh was here, but Inesus could not discern where. Stumbling backward while simultaneously thrusting the lady forward, he fell out of the darkness' black embrace and heaved the doors to the antechamber closed. They fell shut with a muffled thump.
"What... is.... your.... name ?"
The voice was hoarse, insistent, possessed of a desperate lust.
She whispered, "My lord, lord of Pyrae. I am Ciara. Do with me as you would."
"I desire you, your body....," Rama'eh moved closer, he was standing right before her now, towering above her, but not touching her, his face bent toward hers as the prow of some warrior ship emerging from the mists of a dark sea, "I desire all of you." His voice grew in strength and lowered in timbre, his hand rose to her throat; she did not resist. Indeed, a half-smile tugged at the corners of her lips. Her hazel eyes swam in that lovely face, eyes that were locked on his. She did not look at his hand beneath her chin but could feel the fine bristly hairs that had sprouted upon it.
"Do with me as you will, lord. I am yours."
He made a cry like a wolf that had cornered its prey. With his other hand he rent her blue gown. His cries could be heard even beyond the doors of the antechamber, and they continued throughout the night, well past the time that good men and women ought to retire.
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[ed.: later, add flashback showing how Ciara is previously visited by emissaries of a faction of spirits competitive to Anaphim (they desire his territory) and shown how to enhance her beauty to attract his eye. It's a setup, yo !]
"Rhesa ! Immediae !".
The pad of bare feet followed an excited rustle of womens' robes. There was a small creak as the door swung ajar. A thin horizontal sliver of light framed Rhesa's matronly face as she peered from within the dimly lit antechamber. She was smiling !
"Inesus, " she scolded. "Almost ready ! I will send her out in five minutes."
He nodded and made a mental note to have the door oiled; a noisy hinge could cost a vassal his head. And Inesus, above all, prized the current location of his head and its rather permanent attachment to the rest of his body.
A scant forty minutes had passed since he and the house's armed men had knocked urgently at the door of the lady within. Her husband had not been home, but the servants had bid them enter, with some visible measure of trepidation. The lady had not resisted when they took her; had not raised a hand or even asked to improve her attire. She came as she was.
He had charged Rhesa, head among the maids, with ensuring her presentability. The door creaked open again, catching Inesus in mid-step. Were beauty capable of arresting gravity, his foot might have remained suspended right there for the duration of his natural life. The lady shone like a star of the evening, and it was not to be credited solely to the skill of Rhesa's ladies-at-wait.
Her cheeks were lightly rouged but could not conceal the natural pink of youthful vitality. Those breasts which had charmed a man and an invisible prince from an archer's range away stood proudly in their cinctures, the aureloae covered only with silver cups etched into a spiral pattern. She still wore the blue garment in which Rama'eh had first espied her, but it was now drawn tight around her waist with a thin belt of pure braided silver. On her feet she wore [ed.: what's that word for calf-high sandals, again ? begins with b], similarly gilded with silver thread.
Mentally closing his eyes, and putting aside unclean thoughts in the presence of this heavenly creature, Inesus took her proferred hand. It seemed she had some idea of where she was, and why she was here. To her credit, she was not a stupid woman.
Matching her shorter stride, Inesus led the way to the antechamber. The doors were already open, but the room itself was filled with a deep and abiding darkness. The darkness carried with it a pervasive chill, one that sank into the bones like the jaws of some demonic canine. Rama'eh was here, but Inesus could not discern where. Stumbling backward while simultaneously thrusting the lady forward, he fell out of the darkness' black embrace and heaved the doors to the antechamber closed. They fell shut with a muffled thump.
"What... is.... your.... name ?"
The voice was hoarse, insistent, possessed of a desperate lust.
She whispered, "My lord, lord of Pyrae. I am Ciara. Do with me as you would."
"I desire you, your body....," Rama'eh moved closer, he was standing right before her now, towering above her, but not touching her, his face bent toward hers as the prow of some warrior ship emerging from the mists of a dark sea, "I desire all of you." His voice grew in strength and lowered in timbre, his hand rose to her throat; she did not resist. Indeed, a half-smile tugged at the corners of her lips. Her hazel eyes swam in that lovely face, eyes that were locked on his. She did not look at his hand beneath her chin but could feel the fine bristly hairs that had sprouted upon it.
"Do with me as you will, lord. I am yours."
He made a cry like a wolf that had cornered its prey. With his other hand he rent her blue gown. His cries could be heard even beyond the doors of the antechamber, and they continued throughout the night, well past the time that good men and women ought to retire.
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[ed.: later, add flashback showing how Ciara is previously visited by emissaries of a faction of spirits competitive to Anaphim (they desire his territory) and shown how to enhance her beauty to attract his eye. It's a setup, yo !]
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