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Post by Sir Judicaël Launcelyn on Jun 2, 2012 14:09:59 GMT -6
Judicaël was, as he figured, immune to the emotional attachments that love seemed to entail. The physical part he knew, he understood, and he was well practiced in. It was all the rest of it that he didn't comprehend--those people that spoke of love as a blessing, a deep attachment that nothing could sever and that not even death had the disrespect to infringe upon. But Judicaël had never known that sort of feeling. What he knew was what was before him now; it was the type of love that was synonymous with pleasure, with earthly desire and want to feel the passion of another. And Isolde was no letdown--she was gorgeous. In situations like this, Judicaël would rather think himself a lover of womankind than a whore, though he knew he was. He dismissed these intruding thoughts an focused on better things.
He felt everything. He felt her want, her need for him to be there; he felt her desire for his touch and her lust that was so terribly powerful and compelling. He smirked a bit as his touch made her moan, happy with himself so far. After taking his time with her intimate parts, probing and kissing and trailing his hot tongue along her inner thigh, Judicaël heard her words of desire. He stopped, suspended in silence for but a few seconds, and moved himself back over her, his mouth suddenly back on hers. He loved the way that felt; she tasted so good. After taking more than his share of kissing, Judicaël whispered, "I am yours to do with as you please, my lady." He had pleased her so far; now he would give her a chance to do anything she wanted to. But he wasn't going to enter her, not yet. The suspense wasn't exactly right yet--he would make her want him even more than she did now.
// Lyrics from BROTHERS IN ARMS by DIRE STRAITS // Graphics copyright Flik @ Caution 2.0
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Post by Isolde on Jun 18, 2012 22:59:55 GMT -6
-- Sometimes Isolde thought of all the things she was giving up by not falling in love or getting married. She'd never have that one person to care for and be with for the rest of her life. Could she ever be that sure of someone and be so invested in that one person? Look how that turned out last time she had thought she was in love with someone. And she would never be a mother of a legitimate child. She had gotten lucky that she had not gotten pregnant from her previous encounters. The thought frightened her. Now was not the time to turn back on this moment because of her fear. Giving up these things was a small price to pay for these brief moments. Isolde could feel the passion without the heartbreak. She liked being alone...didn't she? Leaving home was the best decision she had ever made.
-- If she hadn't left home she would not be here with Jude. She would not be consumed with lust and need for him. Isolde tightened her legs around him momentarily. She wanted to be touching him in every possible place. They began kissing again and she met his lips with a fiery passion. If it were possible to consume him she would. Isolde needed this man on top of her. She frowned slightly when he broke the kiss. Her mind could form now words as a response but instead she let her hands and body do the talking. Arching up, her breasts pressed against his chest and her stomach met his. One leg draped over one of his. Her delicate hands started at his chest and ran down his torso. One stopped at his stomach and the other traveled further down as she began to tease his manhood. Isolde smirked as her lips brushed over his softly. Now it was her turn to drive him crazy.
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Post by Sir Judicaël Launcelyn on Jul 1, 2012 22:05:13 GMT -6
Jude was nearly certain that he would never actually understand what love was. He knew obedience and loyalty, and fierce fidelity to a leader. But he did not know the amorous patience of a respectful love, the kind that made a husband of a man. Even with Constantia, God forbid he think it, he would have been bored in time. He was built for bodily pleasure but not for the mental capacity for profound emotions. Physical love was as much as he could take or give, and he always distanced himself from anything he thought could be a spark of deeper feelings. Those, he reserved for his king. Now, he engaged in the closest thing to love from a woman he would ever know.
His almost-black hair was falling in front of his eyes, twining itself with Isolde's pure blonde hair. They were two of the same, Judicaël and Isolde, two lovers of the natural attraction who took their liberties. He smiled as his hot lips kissed hers, and he bit her lip playfully as he did. He felt her body meet his, stretching up to have him cover her, to have his skin on her own, and let out a short hum of desire, feeling as he did so that her legs were snaked between his. His grin widened as her hands began to work on his body. They felt so nice, so soft! As he kissed her, she moved down to where he was hardening, and as she went, he could feel that he would not last much longer without getting the release he needed. But hell, was he enjoying this--she was as good at this as any he'd ever been with.
// Lyrics from BROTHERS IN ARMS by DIRE STRAITS // Graphics copyright Flik @ Caution 2.0
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Post by Isolde on Jul 7, 2012 13:55:41 GMT -6
-- What hurt the most was knowing she had almost had all of those things once. Sometimes it seemed like just yesterday and other times it seemed like a lifetime ago. For one brief moment in time, her whole life had been planned and laid out before her. Isolde knew how fast things could change. Within a months time her whole life had changed. She liked to think for the better, but sometimes she wondered. It certainly was far better than what her life would've been like back home. If she saw her family today she would spit at their feet and turn her back from them. That's practically what they did to her. But now she could lay in the arms of a strong man and not have to think about anything. She felt so free here with Jude. It was such a wonderful feeling being with a man the way she was now. Isolde didn't necessarily love being with a man but she loved the passion and the intensity of it all. The thought of getting caught excited her. She wasn't a sneaky girl but she loved doing something she knew was strongly disapproved of.
-- Isolde couldn't help but smile as she looked at the man on top of her. He was by far one of the most handsome men she had seen. But weren't all knights supposed to be charming and handsome? She let out a playful squeak as he bit her lip gently. By now their bodies were touching in every possible place but still Isolde wanted more. Eagerly, she played with him - teasing him and trying to reach his breaking point before he gave in and took her. "Please take me." Isolde begged breathlessly. How she needed him. Surely he knew that for the look in his eyes reflected the one found in hers. He could not deny her for too much longer. They were both at a dangerous level of need and lust. They both knew what they were doing and just how much they could take. Isolde couldn't take much more of the teasing. If Jude didn't give her what she wanted very soon she would just have to take matters into her own hands.
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Post by Sir Judicaël Launcelyn on Jul 8, 2012 18:17:43 GMT -6
He felt like Tristan. His lover Isolde beneath him, the sweet spring all around them. But he was no Tristan; knight, yes-- in love, no. The moment was just that kind of moment that he wanted to freeze in; to know that he had a king that gave him everything the woman he was with couldn't. Loyalty. Respect. Honor. He had everything now, and that was something that he didn't realize yet. A childhood of terror had taught him nothing. He was still a naive, foolish man, who took his pleasure in the flesh--it was the person he'd created himself. Not the real Judicaël, he knew, but something better. He had vowed always to hide who he had once been anyways-- no one would ever see that, because only one other person ever had. Not even his wife; only his lost twin Nathanaël had known him for who he really was, and no one else ever would.
He still desired to touch her, as he had ever since he laid eyes on her. Isolde's flowing hair, her perfect lips, her sweetly curved bosom, her everything. He wanted her. And now he was beginning to feel that familiar ache that reminded him he could wait no longer. The time for games was over; it was time now to take his prize. He took her hand softly from him with a moan, returned it to his chest, and gave in. "Hold on, then," he whispered harshly, his mouth diving on top of hers. He guided himself to her and slid inside; gentle he was no more. Judicaël took her with passion, with strength, and with a desire that hadn't been quenched in months. He thrust himself deeper until he had taken her all the way, and he did not stop until he couldn't take anymore.
// Lyrics from BROTHERS IN ARMS by DIRE STRAITS // Graphics copyright Flik @ Caution 2.0
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Post by Isolde on Jul 15, 2012 21:44:05 GMT -6
-- Secretly Isolde desired to be loved and cared for by a man. Laying with them was as close as she would ever get. She liked to believe that while they were together, even for one brief moment, that they cared for her and maybe even thought that they loved her. Even she let her feelings get carried away sometimes. But after everything was over she returned to normal - not really caring for anyone except herself. She hated to be with but look where caring for someone had gotten her. She had been blinded by feelings and she had promised herself she'd never let that happen to her again. It made her aware that no one would ever watch out for her except for herself. Maybe that's just the way it should be. Small, short pleasures in life were better than none at all. People didn't have half the life Isolde had. Trying to find the positives made things easier. Since she had such a passion for living and having fun, it wasn't that hard.
-- Everything about Jude called do her. She craved everything about him. His touch drove her crazy. If she had to beg for more she certainly would. Isolde didn't just want him - she needed him. Softly she moaned his name. Finally! He was within her completely in a matter of moments. Isolde cried out freely and happily. How she wished he would never stop. Isolde arched up against him in a fit of passion and desire that was finally being addressed. He was, by far, one of the best lovers she had ever had. For a moment she wished that this wouldn't be their only meeting but it more than likely would be. Isolde would never forget this one moment though. It had all been so spontaneous and had happened so quickly! Isolde could not thank the heavens enough for giving her idea to go to the ruins on this fine, fine day. Now this place would always hold great memories. She could always come back to remember this day and she was sure she would want to remember it often.
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Post by Sir Judicaël Launcelyn on Jul 16, 2012 14:48:20 GMT -6
To someone who had spent the entirety of his life in the presence of an ever-looming loneliness, having no one to love was nothing new. In fact, it was an all-too familiar sensation, if it could be called that at all. All that Judicaël knew was that he didn't need it to live, so he was better off without it. It was the pleasure principal that filled his void; all those days and nights trying to live his youth to its lees. He'd tried all of it, really, but nothing really got to him like a woman could. Sometimes, he wondered if there was more than just that in a woman, but he always reasoned with himself that any woman he got emotionally involved with would beckon and usher in more heartache. All he had to do was live, really, and that was the art he strove to perfect.
Judicaël knew he was doing right by Isolde by the sound of her joyful cries, and he continued to thurst into her until they were both exhausted and the fire in him was quenched, after a good fifteen minutes of passionate love-making. He nearly collapsed on top of her, but caught himself so as not to crush her. Judicaël withdrew himself from her and added one more light kiss on her lips before he receded to settle beside her. He could feel his heart beating out of his chest and the adrenaline in his body beginning to subside as he recovered his breath. Even for a very fit knight, Jude was exhausted. The passion he put into his pleasure didn't give way to much endurance beyond that. He turned on his side to look at her again, and whispered breathlessly, "You were so wonderful." Judicaël planted one more kiss on her forehead and sighed.
// Lyrics from BROTHERS IN ARMS by DIRE STRAITS // Graphics copyright Flik @ Caution 2.0
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Post by Isolde on Jul 24, 2012 23:53:04 GMT -6
-- Over the years Isolde had gotten good at finding distractions from her loneliness and sorrow. In the long run, she realized it probably wasn't such a good idea but she knew the memories would never go away. They would never stop haunting her. She had never been one to wallow in self pity though. Her mother had never allowed them to. That had to be the only good thing her mother had taught her. Look where proper etiquette and manners had gotten her. Absolutely nowhere. Even before the incident Isolde had never really listened or obeyed her parents. Maybe if she had she would still be at home. Maybe none of that would have happened. Everything happened for a reason. Isolde firmly believed in this. Sometimes it was the only thing that kept her from dwelling and encouraged her to live for the present and dream about the future.
-- He was a fantastic lover. No one had made her cry out and moan like this for a very very long time. Isolde craved more and more until they were both completely spent. A small smile spread across her lips as he kissed her gently. As he rolled off of her the air cooled her warm skin and she snuggled in close to his side. She felt so free laying here in the open. For a moment the only sounds were their panting and her heartbeat ringing in her ears. Sighing contentedly Isolde closed her eyes as Jude whispered to her. "I could say the same about you." He was definitely a skilled lover. Her eyes fluttered open as she looked in his eyes for a brief moment before wandering across the features of his face and his upper body. He was certainly handsome.
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Post by Sir Judicaël Launcelyn on Aug 5, 2012 12:00:47 GMT -6
Was Judicaël afraid to love anyone again? It was certainly a possibility. Ever since he'd lost his wife to a storm, he'd bound himself to the philosphy that love was not a real feeling and it did not exist; only trust and respect held together those relationships that everyone pined for. And, to be honest, Jude was more than capable of those--he just did not understand fidelity and how he could ever be faithful to one woman. He needed a wife, and he needed heirs, but Judicaël did not want to be one of those awful husbands. He would rather be unbound and bad than bound and guilty; perhaps there was some kind of good in his heart. But he just couldn't let anyone see that.
Isolde snuggled into him and Judicaël knew that this was the most he'd ever feel from a woman. He took her in his arms. He was going to hold on to her for as long as he could, but he knew that he had things to do this evening, and she probably did also. He let one hand stroke her blonde hair and sighed as he continued to catch his breath. She was so beautiful. He looked her in the eye and felt something stir inside him. Passing it off as an afterthought of lust, he let his gaze retract and said with remorse, "I've festivities to attend, my love. I'm afraid I'll need to ride home before the sun begins to set." He kissed her before she could reply but he knew that he would have to leave soon.
// Lyrics from BROTHERS IN ARMS by DIRE STRAITS // Graphics copyright Flik @ Caution 2.0
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Post by Isolde on Aug 15, 2012 9:17:12 GMT -6
-- Isolde was sure that after they had parted ways, she wouldn't think of love again. The memories would be repressed back into the darkest and most secretive recesses of her mind. At least until the next lover came along and she was forced to think of them along with all the lovers of her past. It would be almost an exact replay of what had happened with Jude. Maybe he would be her last lover. She never gained anything from her little trysts except more pain and anguish. Despite all the hurt and memories she was forced to endure, that one moment while they made love where she felt as if she were the happiest woman alive made it all worth it. Even feeling wanted and safe for the briefest of moments made everything worth it. That's all she really wanted out of her life was to find someone to take care of her and make her feels safe. She hated being alone, but she just accepted it. She had given up hope of ever finding someone to share her life with. Isolde would never allow a man to consume her or make decisions for her. Perhaps that's why she had never found anyone. Maybe she was just too independent and headstrong.
-- They just lay there in the grass, with his arms around her. Isolde's heart slowly returned to normal and she was quite content. A small grin spread across her lips as their eyes met. He had lovely eyes. If she were to fall in love with someone again she knew it would be with someone like Jude. Her choices now were considerably less appealing. Well, she really had no choices. Isolde had been dreading the words that now came from his mouth. They were inevitable. "I as well. I'm afraid I'll get a very stern lecture from the stable boy about keeping his horse out so long." Isolde replied after he kissed her. She had nothing but she couldn't very well admit to that now could she. Maybe she could get caught up on her mending. The ladies would probably pay extra for having them returned so early, or accuse her of not doing her job. Isolde couldn't help but kiss him again softly, not really wanting him to leave just yet.
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