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Roan Bélanger

    Blood Opal to Red
  • Warlord Prince
  • Played By: dergon

    Corlay Raider
    Ile de Paon Kaeleer
    25 Posts    507 marks
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« on: April 06, 2019, 06:10:06 PM »

It had been a beautiful territory once. Roan thought it still was, mostly. But it had certainly changed. The people were less welcoming. The streets had less bustle. As if the sickness was spreading from plant to Blood. It made Roan shudder, though it also made stealing from them easier. For some reason when they turned away instead of toward him, he felt less guilt when he took from them.

Roan wasn’t here to make war, however. Dragged to the mainland by his captain, he had splintered from the group as soon as he could. None fast enough to catch him once he took hold of the Red Wind. He’d heard the circus was in town. Bedding down in the wide fields of Roeselare for the winter. A smart choice since the weather was clement. He’d heard guards talking about it while forcing open a lock up for his raider friends.

His work done, Roan had run off.

He stood just inside the tent opening. Shrouded in shadows darker than normal. He watched the people filled the rows of seats, drank in the energy in the air as they watched the show. Roan had come to only see one. The most colorful and daring. Sure, the old man danced with giant cats, but Maeve swung suspended from ribbons and colored silk. Body twisting and turning like something from a dream. Too much in motion to be caught by a sculpture.

When it was done, he followed her out. Turning around and ducking through the tent flap he slunk around the tent and caught her between the big top and caravans. Arms circling her waist and chin pressing into her shoulder. ”Boo!” He whispered cheerfully in her ear, Red shields making sure she didn’t summon unwarranted help, on purpose or accidentally by screaming.

”Shhh, its just me.” He laughed, barriers parting so she would know him. Feel the lack of menace despite caste and Jewels and size.

Maeve Legarde

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Re: Changes
« Reply #1 on: April 06, 2019, 11:39:03 PM »
In a swirl of colors Maeve plummeted to the earth. The long strip of fabric around her waist unraveling as she went. Stopping just short of the ground. So near, in fact, her short hair played in the packed earth when she came to a dead stop an inch above. Suspended by the strength of her legs as she hooked a knee around the silk her performance hinged on. The crowd screamed. And there was a standing ovation when she slowly cartwheeled herself rightside up. Toes pointed as she turned from one section of the crowd to the next, arms spread wide with fingers in a dainty pose.

The sound of their clapping roared in her heart. Breath already short from the acrobatics of her act she gave them a final wave before skipping out of the ring. Right out into the cool air of a Little Terrellian winter. Panting slightly she cut through towards her wagon. She wasn’t far off when it happened. The tug of arms around her waist. Not unfamiliar with daring fans she stiffened but never let her smile falter.

A warm breath of air tickled her ear. Something in the playfulness of the tone making her giggle despite the situation. Red shields rising up around them, and making her knees quake with worry. Her face turned towards her shoulder but only saw warm colored skin and a bit of scruff along a very masculine jawline. She was afraid, in a stomach lurching sort of way. But also intrigued. With a parting of barriers he invited her know him better. Even saying ”It’s just me.” As if she should recognize him by the words alone.

Dipping into the knowledge he shared she tested his caste and surface emotions. Strong. Male. Familiar. ”Oh. From that time in Scelt.” She recalled with a flashing memory of flushed skin and flexibility. Petting the fingers he had claimed her with she tried to giggle. ”You scared the Hell right out of me.” His name.. She dug through her memories. Something different, and accented. Yes. As she did other parts of their brief time together clicked into her memory. ”Roan. It’s been a long time.”

A lot had changed. A lot had not. Her personality one of those things. Wiggling she tried to turn in his arms and see him face to face rather than at an angle. Look and see if he had changed any in the years that had passed.

Roan Bélanger

    Blood Opal to Red
  • Warlord Prince
  • Played By: dergon

    Corlay Raider
    Ile de Paon Kaeleer
    25 Posts    507 marks
Re: Changes
« Reply #2 on: April 07, 2019, 08:43:11 AM »

Roan was used to the fear. He had been hurt by it as a young man. Frustrated by reactive terror until he eventually stopped noticing it. So rarely were they afraid when they needed to be. And too often afraid always. He’d just stopped caring. The fear never changed the outcome. Except with women. They either gentled, or he fled.

Maeve stiffened. The fear made her still until she realized it he was him. It came slower than he would have hoped. She dipped into his psyche as invited. Drawing up the basic things that made Roan Roan, as far as most were concerned. Big scary caste. Big useful Jewel. The memory surfaced for both of them. One hot and steamy night in the cool crisp Sceltian spring.

”Mhm.” He managed, stifling laughter in her shoulder. Mouth rolling against the bone and muscle. She had a strong body for a woman. Not soft or delicate. Sleek like a hunting cat, but very much sweeter in disposition, thank the Darkness. ”I’m sorry?” He guessed, thinking she couldn’t be afraid of much the way she let herself fall to the earth that way.

”You’re a hard act to find.” His teeth flashed at the excuse. Loosening his hold, Roan let her turn in his arms, leaning back some so they could look at each other. He couldn’t tell her the truth. That he was too busy pulled between island and mainland to follow the circus across the realms. Or that he didn’t always think to look. Some things weren’t meant for saying.

She looked mostly the same. Subtle difference he might not have noticed if they’d spent time together between meetings. He thought he looked mostly the same himself. Wickedly handsome and appealing. His smile rose a notch before he lifted her up and over his shoulder, hands overly familiar on her body as he did so.

”Which one is it?” He asked, never once suspecting she wouldn’t want the same as him. Now that he’d found her again, Roan was curious to see if they could warm up a Little Terreillian winter like they had the Sceltian spring.

Maeve Legarde

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    Traveling Terreille
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Re: Changes
« Reply #3 on: April 08, 2019, 07:01:02 PM »
Maeve tried another peek at her captor. Lashes low as she nuzzled toward warm skin that smelled of the sea. All her anxiety evaporated as they reconnected. Psyche to psyche, in a way only two true lovers of the world would dare. His lips buzzed pleasantly on the round of her shoulder as he tried not to laugh. Now that she knew who had her by the waist she rested against his chest. Muscles appreciative of the break after her performance.

Plus he was wonderfully warm. And it was nice to have strong shoulders curving around her own. ”You are not.” She teased, almost sure of it. ”Don’t worry, though, I’m already recovered.” How could she not be with sweet memories tingling up her spine? In fact, the flash of fear had melted into excitement. It wrapped around her hips and slithered along her tailbone to mingle with the relief of unnecessary fright.

”Am I? So sorry. I’ll look for a flashier big top.” She crooned as he eased enough for her to turn. There had a been a time- well a night really- when he had seemed willing to chase her across every territory known to man. But she was not a woman that held onto anything too tightly. Lovers especially. They could get very possessive if you tried. So she didn’t need an excuse or explanation. ”You’re here now,”

She paid no mind to any changes time had carved into the man. Years had dulled the details so that seeing him now was like seeing him for the first time. He was devilishly handsome and his eyes promised trouble. That was more than enough to entice Maeve. Arms creeping up to wrap around his neck she answered his smile with one of her own. No teeth, just lips that stretched until the rounds of her cheeks nearly hid her eyes. Then with a squeal she found herself lifted up on off the ground.

The leotard she wore rode between her asscheeks and she laughed as she struggled to reach around and free it. ”The one with the blue door.” She said. Still fighting the tightness of her clothes. It was a good thing she didn’t have much in the way of breasts. Or else the way her hemline was stretched down would have spilled them out. As an afterthought she warned, ”But it might not be empty.”

Peeper. Her stomach coiled and fluttered. Half hoping her boy would still be in the fortune teller’s wagon. The old Dhemlanese woman loved to watch the children play while their parents performed. And the kids had seen the show so many times they rather watch her weave illusion webs for their amusement than sit through another. "My son might be inside." Unlikely, but he knew his mother's schedule better than she did. Often waking her just in time to eat before a show.

Roan Bélanger

    Blood Opal to Red
  • Warlord Prince
  • Played By: dergon

    Corlay Raider
    Ile de Paon Kaeleer
    25 Posts    507 marks
Re: Changes
« Reply #4 on: April 09, 2019, 05:05:05 AM »

”Well, then what’s the need?” Roan teased back, glad she was over her fright so quickly. He had met women before who clung to the fear for excitement. But it always lingered unpleasantly on his barriers and made the fun less fun for him.  Maeve clung to nothing but the memories. And Roan. Knowing that his hands were much more likely to elicit pleasure than pain.

”That would be helpful.” He understood that she has much say as he over where she ended up. There had been some talking just before and a little while their clothes had come off. The circus went where the ringleader dictated, and that usually where the most money was to be found. Not so unlike raiders. They were just less violent in their swindling. ”I am.” And she was willing in his arms, turning toward him and tipping a smile up at his face.

Roan smiled back. And then tucked her right over his shoulder.

She fought only a little. Her own clothes rather than Roan himself. Head tipped away, her turned to watch her tug at her leotard, eyeing the way it defined every rise and hip of her body. Trying to be helpful, Roan palmed her ass, thumb dipping into the crease she was trying to yank her outfit out of. ”Oh?” He asked, head swinging around again so he could keep an eye out for a blue door. Had she gotten a husband? He had gotten a wife.

Roan didn’t tell her that though, suppressing a faint twinge of guilt. Raiding was like rut. What a man did was forgiven, unless it broke the edicts of the islands and brought danger or suspicion to their shores. His fucking a ribbon riding witch would only upset his wife. Maybe. He couldn’t even be sure of that, only half understanding Zephyrine. She was deliciously mysterious.

”Oh.” Much less complicated than a husband. Roan’s hand ran down her thigh and up again in reassurance that he could still have his prize. He’d spotted the blue door. ”Will he be frightened?” Children were the great unknown. Roan had spent little time with them once he’d no longer been once himself. Even if he was often accused of being just that. Outside her wagon, Roan set her on the ground. If the boy was inside, carrying her in like a grain sack would probably be upsetting.

She looked very good all mussed. Her neckline having been pulled down until it crushed a faint swell of breast over its edge. Roan stared. And then he looked lower to see if her leotard had ridden up between the folds there too. His spear throbbed along his thigh. ”After you,” he said, voice turned rough around the edges. He gestured to the blue door and followed her in. Probes kept to himself. He didn’t want to accidentally frighten or crush the boy if he was inside. No guarantee he was Blood enough to withstand it.

Maeve Legarde

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Re: Changes
« Reply #5 on: April 25, 2019, 01:54:38 AM »
The touch of a nosy thumb turned Maeve’s giggles into a snort. Hips growing still and the invasive slip of fabric forgotten. Giving him no reason to play deeper in the crease he fondled. As bold as his hands were, Maeve could feel Roan’s eyes just as tangibly on her body. Watching as she tried to keep what little was covered, covered. Gaze prickling with the hunger most men- and many women- felt when they visually traced the hem of her leotards. It was familiar. Their lust on her barriers. Familiar, comfortable, and most of all: flattering.

Her own lust stirred too. Stomach folding around the hard round of his shoulder. Muscles flexing under the fingers she kneaded down his back. Thighs pressed to a hard chest. She appreciated a strong, warm body as much as the next girl. He pet her back, too. Calluses pleasing over the backs of her thighs. ”No.” She told him simply. ”He’s very young, and doesn’t know to be afraid.”

Or shy. By nature, instinct, or observation Peeper was very much his mother’s son. A small bundle of blunt confident. Shameless in every thing he did or tried to do. Fearless in that way of little boys. But smart enough to take cues from those around him. The fear of others noticed, and mirrored.

Maeve clung to Roan as he sought her door. Finding it in rather quick order. Not that there were many to choose from. With a slight huff as her lungs found the room to fully expand again, she was set down. Brushing hair from her face she took another deep breath. A faint probe sweeping up his body while he looked over hers. Gauging his mood. Or trying to at least. If Peeper were inside, he might be seen as an inconvenience. Which could be awfully dangerous to someone as used to getting their way as a Red Jeweled Warlord Prince.

She didn’t bother to straighten the tucked in and pulled tight parts of her wardrobe. The extra flashes of skin held his attention. And he might need distracting. ”Alright,” She said, glossing her bottom lip with the tip of her tongue. The door creaked lightly. Not a glimmer of light inside the portable homestead. ”he must be with my sister.” For all his brimming courage, the tyke couldn’t bear the dark. She didn’t have to run a probe through the wagon to make sure. But she did anyway. Just to be sure.

”So,” She fed drops of her Summer-sky into witchlight orbs around the room. Casting a dim glow to see by. Reaching for his hands and drawing the door closed. ”where you really looking? Or is this just a happy coincidence?”[/b

Roan Bélanger

    Blood Opal to Red
  • Warlord Prince
  • Played By: dergon

    Corlay Raider
    Ile de Paon Kaeleer
    25 Posts    507 marks
Re: Changes
« Reply #6 on: June 15, 2019, 09:01:59 AM »

Maeve kneaded and petted. Roan enjoyed being appreciated. Body admired rather than feared. It made everything better. Nicer. It was hard to perform for women when they were all shook up and unsure. He had none of that from Maeve. Maybe because she knew already that he wouldn't hurt her any. "Is that what it is?" Roan hummed. Maybe he was still a child then.

He was so rarely afraid of anything.

A child. Her body didn't feel any different. Roan was eager to see if it looked any different from his memories, which were not sharply clear, but clear enough he thought. It had been a few years. It would be nice to get reacquainted. Hands gentle as he set her down. Careful not to drop her plop her. Women didn't like being tossed about like ragdolls. He'd been scolded for that sort of thing before. By those capable of scolding.

She looked so good. He ran the heel of his hand down his thigh, a subtle adjustment to his curious spear. Sleepily awake now that they were so close to privacy. Or almost privacy. He had forgotten for just a moment, about the boy. First barrier opening to Maeve's probe. Whatever she needed to be comfortable. Roan just wanted her to feel good. To make her feel good. Himself too. They would figure it out, boy or no boy.

Following her almost into the dark interior, Roan felt a very, very small pang of disappointment. Just a tiny one. He was curious about the boy in a vague sense. Just to look and see. More interested by far in the mother. "I didn't know you had a sister." He said from the last step before she pulled him inside, door closing behind him. She made little witchlights for them to see by, and Roan ducked his head under the ceiling, which felt too low.

"I'm always looking for you." He went so many places. And when he remembered, he scanned the horizon for the big tent tops. Roan squeezed her hand, thumb drawing a line across her wrist before he let go. Fingers curling into the hems at her shoulders so he could pull her leotard down her body. It seemed the easiest way to get the skin tight thing off her body. He didn't remember how he had done it the first time.

Maybe he hadn't.

His hand paused at her hips, spreading over their slight swell to help him balance as he dipped down to suck one of her breasts. And then the other. Up again to kiss her mouth, tongue tracing the flat plane behind her teeth. "You taste good." He told her, face pressed to the side of hers. Then he went back to work, kneeling in front of her. Eyes drinking her in and he pulled the leotard down to her knees, hands curling around the backs of them.

Sliding up to help her balance as he stuffed his face into the juncture of her thighs. Clothes holding her legs together. Not enough stretch for spreading. He liked it. Nose pressed to her skin, tongue dipping between her thighs. He worked his hands higher, fingers sliding between her thighs from the back, squeezing the skin and muscles so he could fit tongue and chin and lick her cunt, breathing her in.

It made his heart pound hard. And his spear. Overeager suddenly, he pulled his face free and yanked her leotard the rest of the way. Scooping her up as he stood. Caravan living little to be hidden, it was easy to topple her back onto her bed and really bury his face between her thighs, hands pushing her knees up toward her chest. "You're alright?" He asked, pulling his tongue back from inside her, question half cut off as he opened his mouth over as much of her sex as he could fit it over, sucking hard.

Roan stood, thumb stroking her while he looked. "Yeah. You look good." Real good. How had she liked? Was it like this? He slipped a finger in her, the longest one he had, stroking her on the inside, other hand cupping his spear. Adding another finger, Roan nudged her leg to the side and put his mouth on her nipple, kissing it gently, like it was a cheek. Peck, peck, while he hooked his fingers up into her cunt and gave a little tug.

 

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