Sofia with a wicked grin started groping the pair of globes. "You do like to have them played with~" Sofia did not ask, only stated what she believed to be obvious. Her hand then started tracing circles on Reka's stomach, going down with each round, until it slipped under her coach garment. "And how about here~" She asked playfully, as her fingers moved over the immortal's labia.
"Damn, woman~" He groaned as he felt her move. "Ca't you just enjoy yourself? What was it you said about foreplay?" He groaned. For a few moments they continue, as Karolina continues tridding him. "That's it!" Edward finally says annoyed. He rolls, throwing Karolina under him. "If you want fucking, you will get fucking!" He declared as he started slamming his hips against hers, pinning her to the bed and limiting her movements.
"Hmm... how poetic... a wonder you did not become a bard." So Naka chuckled as she got up. She stopped and traced her finger on empty cup of coffee. "Black water dances, Two friends enjoy themselves, The fate calls, The head rolls, Only one will remain to enjoy, The black water dances..." So Naka smiled, as she leaned forward and kissed Thea's forehead. "See you around, friend." And with that, she was gone.
Reka smiles slyly. "They get in the way a lot, but they have their uses." Her breathing quickens as Sofia's hand moves down her hardened body, culminating in a sharp inhale when the woman's digits eventually brush her lower lips. She resists putting her own hands to use, concentrated on enjoying the sensations as the less active partner for once.
"Oh, fuck!" She moans. "That's it - I knew you had it in you..." Wrapping her legs tightly around his waist, she squeezes him tightly pulling him in to fuck her harder, as her pussy milks his hard length. "Yes, yes, yeees!" She screams, not caring a whit for the women sleeping in the other room, feeling her orgasm approach, at the same time as his cock begins to twitch. "I think you're, ooh, at your limit..."
Sofia grinned as she pushed Reka on the grass. The green blades slightly irritated her skin, but she was used to it. Sofia knelt, her legs apart, Reka's torso below her. She took of her top, before leaning over the immortal, and capturing her lips. Then, she slowly moved her head lower, kissing the woman's cheek, neck, going to the breasts...
"So, her ladyship just wanted a commoner's rough fucking? Not a delicate sensual love?" He chuckled as he quickened his thrusts. "Oh, don't worry Cap'ain~ I am more then a singe shot flintlock~" He groaned as he quickened his thrusts. They were faster, stronger. He kissed her, as their bodies slapped against each other. "Besides... you seem to be also enjoying it... and reaching your limit... if the pantig and flush is anything to go by~ Uh!" The man thrust strongly into her, as his seed shot, filling her womb... yet, as hesaid, he was not getting smaller.
"Love is...ooh...overrated!" Karolina cries out again, and Edward feels her grow tight around him, knowing that she just came. The redhead moans happily, enjoying the warmth of cum inside her, knowing that with her immortality, impregnation is impossible for her. Untangling her legs from his waist, she kicks him away, but only for long enough to get around onto her hands and knees. Turning her head to look back at him, she grins, waving her ass at him. "Well?"
"Well, my dear oll Captain, since you want it the rough way~" Slap! His hand struck her ass. "You'll get the rough way~" He said as he knelt behind her, his erect prick grinding against her labia, then moving to the hole, and slamming... into a wrong hole! The man penetrated her ass!
"Aah, you bastard!" Karolina half chuckles-half cries out, as she feels Edward's manhood stretch her tight rear hole unexpectedly. Luckily for her, she's far from an anal virgin - her captors from before her first death had been fond of her ass, and ever since it's something she's had a taste for. She presses her ass back against him, meeting his thrusts as she tightens herself eager to milk him yet again. "While you're at it... Pull my hair." She grunts.
"Ay,yay, Cap'ian~" The man said with a chuckle as he grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled it. He started slamming his hips against hers, moving her to new hights of pleasure. "When, are you, captain? What are you recalling?" He asked as he slapped her ass. "Nai~ When and where are you, slut~"
"O-Oh shit, I'm-!" Karolina lets out a scream, squirting against the bed as she cums once again. "I-I'm... I'm in..." Chateau de Versailles - 1658 "S-Silas! M-Monsieur... I c-can't! It feels too g-goood!" Karolina screams out, voice almost certainly being heard amidst the neighbors of the small room they've been granted in King Louis' hunting lodge-turned-palace. As the hard cock in her ass drives her to yet another orgasm, the fragments of Karolina's sane mind idly wonder if the peasant workers outside, laboring to turn Versailles into a palace that's the envy of all Europe, can hear her, and she blushes. A little more than a year ago she was a war leader, respected by hundreds of men, and feared by many more, and now she's- "M-Monsieur! I-It's too, mon dieu!" She screams again, as Silas flips her onto her back, pounding into her with a fury. Finally, he pulls out of her ass, shoving himself into her womanhood instead. "No, no, you must learn to withstand the pleasure!" Silas chastens his protege, before realising that she's out of it. "Ah, these young women..." The old man grunts irritably, before leaning forward. "We will postpone our lesson then, I suppose..." Rolling his eyes, he bites his lip, before filling his young lover with his seed, prompting another senseless orgasm from her. --- 1657, one year earlier A year ago the ancient immortal had been travelling through Estonia, riding beneath the walls of the fortress city of Tallinn, and that's where he'd found his apprentice. She'd been less...striking, certainly, her shift stained with blood, and her vibrant red hair mired in the muck of the ditch she'd been floating in. He'd almost passed her by, when he'd noticed the bubbles breaking the surface - the girl was alive, if barely. Dismounting from his horse, Silas had waded through the muck, swimming through the sewage flowing out from under Tallinn's walls, he'd grabbed her, pulled her from the waters and back to the muddy shore, his expensive noble's clothes ruined. He saw her breathing, opened her shift to examine her wounds - there was no way that she was anything but an immortal, feeling the effects of her first death. The oldTrojan felt his hand go to the sword he'd taken from the body of his beloved Hector - he should kill her, he knew - take her head and feel the quickening, before she could grow strong enough to threaten his chances of seeing the promised prize. "There can be only one." He utters softly, but as he does, he sees her eyes flutter open, looking at him in pure incomprehension, and he sighs. "Silas, you stupid old man... You spent too much time with that damn romantic, Paris." Hand off of his sword, he eases the girl gently to the ground, and goes to build a campfire. She'd been ravenous - as they all are in the first moments after awakening, eating every scrap of food Silas had had in his pack, and gulping down the water. He'd had to hold her down, show her some of the surprising strength his old body contained, stopping her from opening up her fatal wounds before they'd had a chance to heal. After she'd calmed down, he'd sat her in front of his fire, and began the long process of explaining what she was. She didn't believe at first - thought she'd lost her mind, or was in purgatory for her mortal sins. Eventually, however, she came to understand. Silas introduced himself as what he was posing as at that time (the knowledge that you're speaking with an actual Trojan can be hard for a new immortal to process), a French nobleman by the name of Silas La Valette. In turn, she explained that she was Karolina of House Balkus, a Polish-Lithuanian patriot and warrior woman, who'd gone to her cousin's castle on a mission from the Sejm to offer her hand in marriage in exchange for his army's help in throwing out the invaders. Instead, she'd ended up on the block in Swedish-controlled Estonia. After her wounds had healed, and she'd warmed up, Silas had to restrain her again - her instinct was to take Prince Hector's sword and slaughter the men who betrayed her, before going to Stockholm and cutting off the head of that vulture, Karl X, and dropping it at the feet of her king, Jan Kazimierz. It took a while for Silas to get it through her head: "Firstly, girl, being immortal doesn't mean you're a god - you go to Tallinn now, and you'll die again. They'll probably burn you this time, as a witch. Secondly, even if almighty Zeus decided to give you the power to do all you're dreaming about, you'd still not be accepted by this king of yours. Your own people would probably burn you as a witch, every bit as fast as the Swedes would. Your old life is over - it's time to think about building a new one, the first of many, if you're lucky. There's an entire society of immortals like us, and many wouldn't hesitate to kill you while you're still stupid and weak. You're a fresh fish in an ocean full of sharks, mon belle." Shocked, she'd ask him how she was to survive. If this world was so dangerous, surely it would have been better for her to have died in that ditch? Silas had grinned, then. "Oh, there's a way. I'll take you under my wing, teach you the ropes, as my student." As she asked him why he was helping her, he grinned wider. "Consider saving your life a freebie, mon cher. The product of an overly soft heart - something you shouldn't have if you want to live long, by the way, But for my instruction, you'll have to help me." --- 1658, Chateau De Versailles "Damn it... I passed out again? Are you sure you're overdoing it? He's a boy of 20, how could he be as vigorous as you, monsieur?" Karolina gets off the bed, grumbling as she wipes her womanhood clean, and summons a servant to run a bath for her. After she's dressed once more, Silas turns to her. "The king has been with half the women in court, and not one of them has lasted the night with him. He's practically a monster - I've heard it straight from the mouths of the palace courtesans - they say he's almost my equal. He's already slept with more women than most men will in a lifetime. To catch his attention, he needs something he's never had before - a woman who can match him in bed. Don't forget that you promised to repay me, my young student, and this is how you do that." Grumbling, Karolina recalls the deal she made - in exchange for Silas' instruction, she'd go back with him to the French court, posing as a young, beautiful wife, with an ancient, impotent old husband, hiding the fact that that Silas is about as far from impotent as a human possibly can be. She'd catch the eye of the young king, Louis XIV, and become his mistress, allowing Silas to gain power and influence at court. Or at least that's the plan. "So, my dove, we will practice every single night, until you can stay conscious for an entire session of fucking. But for now, his majesty is holding a party in the palace gardens, and I want us to attend - it'll give you an opportunity to catch his eye. Try to look as repulsed by me as you can - young men love to save women from their old husbands. I know from experience." Silas chuckles, remembering the time he and Paris spent with Helen of Troy, before making himself seem sickly and decrepit, holding out his arm. Sighing, Karolina takes it, and follows him to the gardens. Above the palace are a series of loud pops and crackles and flashing lights- fireworks, a recent import from the mysterious land of Cathay. "The 'Sun King' isn't particularly humble, is he?" Karolina rolls her eyes.
"I have meet few kings, who were truly humble." Her mentor smiled lightly as they walked through the gardens. "Usually kings, especially those of second generation and beyond, can be called anything but humble." He took a glass from tray. The two stood in front of scene, the performance including dance took place on stage. Suddenly, the dancers moved to the sides and butterflies flew up - the curtains opened, and a new dancer took stage... her performance was enchanting, just like her beauty. As Karolina looked at the woman, she felt something... she did not feel... "Feel that?" Silas asked standing next to her. "The woman you are looking at, is one of us." He explained.
"Jan Kazimierz is humble." Karolina says stubbornly, then feels a pang of sadness. It's been more than a year since she left, but the loss of her homeland - of the life she knew, is still an open wound. Still, the redhead's nostalgia is interrupted as the mysterious dancer reveals herself on stage. Karolina feels it - a sense of electricity in the air, invisible but incredibly potent, and she catches her eyes examining the woman's body, her curves, the legs that seem to go for days, the exotic duskiness of her skin. Karolina blinks, realising that she's been staring, and looks away. I've never been interested in women before! What's with her? Silas' protege gulps as her 'husband' explains what the woman is. "Yeah... I-, Wait, so... Is she a danger? Is she after us?" Karolina's hand clenches, and she wishes she had a sword - being a female courtier means that she's had little chance to carry her szabla of late - as she remembers Silas' warnings: Most immortals wish only to carry out their business, and treat their fellows with hospitality or distance, but some of them, a growing number, seek violence and death in the pursuit of some mysterious prize. On their way to Prague, they'd met one such immortal, who'd sicced a group of mortal bandits on the Trojan and his apprentice, before moving in to take their heads himself. Silas had been hacked almost to pieces by the end of that fight - it took weeks for him to recover fully. "Should we leave?" She whispers to Silas.
"So many questions... so much thinking... If only Paris thought before he acted... but no, he allowed himself to be all but wrapped up by Helena... it sure was a wild adventure for her." He shook his head, then hummed. "Who knows, might end up an enemy, might end up a friend. But mark my words... she's a trouble." He said. "Marvelous!" The Sun King got up and walked to the stage, taking the female immortal by the hand. "Simply marvelous, my lady!" He kissed her hand ad turned to the crowd. "A toast, for lady Simonne de Leroux!" the king raised his glass and a crowd followed.
"You do know how to reassure me, old man." Karolina sighs petulantly, before looking up as she realises the king is ascending to the stage. "Wait, that's the king? Sweet Jesus." She clamps a hand over her mouth in embarrassment as she realises she said that aloud. Damn... He's really handsome... Even if he wasn't king, I don't think he'd have trouble finding women. Wait, shit! This Simone lady is going to steal him away from me! Hurriedly, the redhead raises her glass with the others, while looking at the king (not a particularly hard task, she finds), and giving off the impression that she's bored by her husband.
During the kiss, Reka can't help herself from unzipping Sofia's jeans, reaching her hand inside, and lightly tracing Sofia's pussy through her panties, grinning at her wetness. Reka wants to take control, to force the other woman's head to her groin, but something tells her Sofia wouldn't stand for that just yet. Instead, Reka waits, bottling her passion, savoring every touch as her lover works her way down.
"Please stop salivating, my dear. At this rate, you might drop your panties if the king just looks at you~" Silas chuckled. As the party became more random, Silas and Karolina made their way around, talking with nobles, and gossiping. As they were alone, a voice called them - they turned just to see a familiar... no, unfamiliar immortal making her way to them. "Silas~" She said with a smile as she walked up to the elder immortal. "What surprise to see you after all those centuries." She greeted the man warmly. Silas smiled lightly as he took the woman's hand and planted a light kiss on it. "Helena." He greeted her.
The two started moving around, as they removed one article of cloth, after the other. Soon, they were naked, coiling on the grass, their mouths capturing each other, their fingers travelling over their skin, their breasts pushed against each other, their pussies grinding, They were lost in primal lust - the heat of their bodies attacked their nostrils, the smell of sex mixed with the scent of crushed grass and the light of stars reflected in their eyes. And for a moment, that one moment of the rights of pleasure, there was nothing in this universe, but them.
[Do I need to progress scenes faster? Still getting used to writing here.] Reka wakes to the Sun cresting the horizon, the pair of wanderers having slept in the open after intimately exhausting each other. She sits up on the grass, enjoying the feeling of warmth radiating on her bare skin. After a few seconds, she looks to Sofia, contemplative. Haven't had someone I like this much since...maybe Butch Cassidy. She gently shakes the other woman awake. "Morning, lover. Let's get your tent put away." Once camp is broken and the two of them are ready to continue down the road, Reka asks, "Mind if I take the lead this time?" Grinning, she teases, "Assuming you still want to stick around."
