Scene V: Accusations and Arrangements
ALCOHOL AND HATRED DUEL TO MAKE A LETHAL CONFRONTATION
LUCIUS, SON OF BOLVERK
[/color] Lucius whispered, earnestly. One leg had wiggled itself between her long, slender limbs, using every possible way to stay close to her before he would be forced away from her. The early morning birds stretched their wings and began to sing softly in the dusk of the day. Tonight would be the dinner, a feast to celebrate the victory of Skye. Since he had been at the castle, Lucius tried to gain good standing with Siobhan's father with silent hopes that when time came to ask the man for his daughter's hand, he would be inclined and not hesitate to consent.[/ul]
SIOBHAN MACLEOD[/color] Siobhan did not tell Lucius about her scares or worries of being pregnant. She did not wish to worry him more. He always was careful, trying to not spill his seed within her, though she yearned for it more than ever to have a piece of him when he left again.
``I curse my beauty Lucius. I wish...I was plain in the face and that my body and face stopped growing so fair and beautiful to behold. Suitors grow and my father wears down as others become more persistent with how strong and healthy I appear.`` His own men and oracle spoke that Siobhan could produce boys in this ripe age.
``Tonight...will you ask for my hand Lucius? Before another steals me away and claims what is yours?``[/ul]
LUCIUS, SON OF BOLVERK[/color] It seemed so far away...but not out of his grasp. When Siobhan cursed her beauty, however, Lucius arched an eyebrow and tilted his head so eyes could gaze upon her lovely face. The mentions of suitors made his heart skip a beat and his stomach knot uncomfortably. Was that...jealousy? Lucius frowned and turned his eyes back to their hands. He didn't want to know how many men asked for her hand or tried to woo her...the thought was painful and he did not want to spoil the moments they did have together. Slowly, Lucius nodded.
``I will...I will ask your father for your hand and favour...I do hope that he will be pleased with me.`` He had been trying, after all, to gain her father's favour. The singing of the birds became louder, heralding dawn's arrival. Brown eyes glanced to the window and silently cursed the lighting of the sky.[/ul]
SIOBHAN MACLEOD[/color] It was formed as a question, but she knew it was more of a fact.
``Hmm, would you..slay a chicken? Would you buy me a beautiful horse that was all black and matched my hair?`` Her hand moved from his necklace to touch her own hair.
``Would you give yourself to me any time I asked?`` Siobhan pondered what else to ask for as she shifted and slid her maturing body over his own to straddle his hips. The dark pubic hairs that matched those on her head and were just as soft, brushed against his lower region, making her moan for a moment as she reached between them to adjust him so his phallus rested gently in his pubic hairs and she was not smashing his sac under her rear. Her full breast swayed as the sheets furs feel and tangled around her ample hips. Leaning over, she grabbed a dagger from her stand and held it high as if it were a sword above them to point it towards the ceiling. One breast formed into a tear drop shape, while the other remained full and unmoving.
``Would you brave a dragon, or conquer faraway lands for me, should I ask you in the whispers of our bedroom. And lead an army to their victory?!`` While she kept her voice quiet, she showed the excitement of it.[/ul]
LUCIUS, SON OF BOLVERK[/color] Lucius admitted. Softly, he chuckled at her.
``The fattest chicken I would slay! The blackest and most magnificent horse in the world would be yours!`` His other hand touched the small of her back lightly.
``I would give myself to you whenever you wished.`` Not that he didn't already! Once again, Siobhan shifted, though this time to straddle his hips again. His heart tripped in its precession and he swallowed hard as his flesh began to tingle. Hips brushed against his, the soft hairs coaxing a sharp inhale and a muffled moan from his lips. Every time she touched him, a shiver of pleasure ran down his spine like a swift bolt of lightning. Lips parted as he sighed softly; both hands pressed against the bell of her rounding hips. Unable to help it, his eyes drifted to her ample bosom, fascinated with the changes that her body was undergoing. Even though he was eighteen, now, he was not done growing completely, his facial hair a sign of his maturity as well. Muscles were becoming more apparent on his lithesome frame and he even grew another inch! A brow arched, high, when she grabbed a dagger from the table beside the bed and held it high in the air; eyes even widened a bit in surprise. The corners of his lips tugged upward and a smile grew as he laughed lightly. Sitting up, one arm looped around her waist; his chest pressed against her voluptuous one and his hand curled around hers, holding the dagger up with her in the air.
``In your name and honour I would best a dragon, conquer distant lands, and bring victory to your army of devote soldiers.`` Lucius pressed his lips to her chin quickly while his hand lowered her arm and the hand with the dagger.
``For you...I would do anything. For you, my love.`` He whispered, brushing the tip of his nose against hers.[/ul]
SIOBHAN MACLEODHAND MAIDEN SIOBHAN[/color] The flush on her face from seeing them making love was apparent and she looked down slightly.[/ul]
SIOBHAN MACLEOD[/color][/ul]
LUCIUS, SON OF BOLVERK[/color] Not until he felt her warmth and she end his pleasurable torture. He couldn't leave unfulfilled and knowing that she was as well...dawn could wait a little longer. Completely entranced by his wife's movement's, Lucius was not even shy or embarrassed that someone was in the room while they made love; had he not been, Lucius would have flushed crimson.[/ul]
SIOBHAN MACLEOD[/color] She asked in a breathy voice. She could feel him and knew that when his hips worked a bit faster under her own, he was close. With pure strength, she found will to lift her hips from his own and scoot her rear back while her hand found his coated girth between their bodies. As she learned from him, she pulled and pressed at his flesh with her hand instead so that when he spilled his seed, it was upon both their stomachs and not within her. Breathing heavy, she kissed his face as he did the same and tried to catch his breath. Her body shook along with his own and when she felt her heart calmed, she wiped at their stomachs a woven blanket then pushed the furs back so her nude body could stand from the bed. Swaying softly, she inhaled the air and turned towards her hand maiden with her nude body flushed.
``Go and see if any stir about please. If anyone asks, you are calling for my morning bath.`` The woman gave a nod and hurried to the door to unlatch it and moved out, closing it behind her. ``Hurry, my love.``[/color] Siobhan pulled on a cloak about her nude frame. The day light was peeking through the windows.[/ul]
LUCIUS, SON OF BOLVERKSIR ROLAND[/color] He exclaimed, his speech slightly slurred as he turned to the Chieftain with narrowed eyes.[/ul]
SIOBHAN MACLEODSIOL MACLEOD[/color][/ul]
SIOBHAN MACLEOD[/color] Some men held back a laugh, others found Siobhan to be rude and out of place.[/ul]
LUCIUS, SON OF BOLVERKSIR ROLAND[/color] Roland pointed to Lucius across the table.
``My Lord, should hang for his crime! Again I say RAPE! My Lord, this man and your daughter have committed fornication! I saw him leaving the chambers of the Lady Siobhan's! He RAPED her!`` He shouted, making some gasp and others frown.[/ul]
LUCIUS, SON OF BOLVERK[/color][/ul]
SIR ROLAND[/color][/ul]
LUCIUS, SON OF BOLVERK[/color] He shot back, his tone firm.[/ul]
SIR ROLAND[/color][/ul]
LUCIUS, SON OF BOLVERK[/color] He replied. For some time, the two stared at each other, eye for eye.[/ul]
SIR ROLAND[/color][/ul]
SIOBHAN MACLEODSIOL MACLEOD[/color] He shouted, springing men from their seats to grab Lucius on one side and men on other side to do the same and grab Roland.
``What has caused you both to bring such unpeaceful things to my table? Roland, for the many years I have known you, you were always hot headed, but how dare you speak of my daughter in such a way. Such a loose tongue gains you no favors.`` Turning his attention to Lucius, he glared at him just the same.
``You are a fine knight, but as a man, I know you not well enough to say what you could or could not do. You both want to face each other, so be it.``[/ul]
SIOBHAN MACLEOD[/color] She tried to defend Lucius without hinting to more on the matter.[/ul]
SIOL MACLEOD[/color][/ul]
SIOBHAN MACLEOD[/color][/ul]
SIOL MACLEOD[/color] His wife got up without another word as a worried look spread over her face. Obediently, she went after her daughter.[/ul]
SIOBHAN MACLEOD[/color] She fought against her guards, but it was pointless. One last look was given to Lucius, an apology for getting him into this as she was taken away.[/ul]
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