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poeticmisery (poeticmisery) wrote in manchester_rpg,

"Mmm, I'm bored today, slave..." Came Mari's voice as she paused, and checked her nails to make sure that they were in pristine condition, then she sighed a little and flopped onto her bed. D sat nearby crouched and on his knees, listening to her. To do anything else would be to potentially incur her wrath. Not that she really did anything like whip him, the way that other slaves were whipped. But she would not talk to him for days, and to him that was a torture worse than anything else he had endured in his young life... excepting, of course, the pit. Even though it felt like everything would end sometimes when he could not speak with her, the memories of that place, as hard as he tried to block it out, kept him grounded in the idea that there were in fact worse fates for him. But as time went on the memory of the pit seemed to fade, whereas the memory of offending Mari kept coming up, mainly because he kept offending her.

"Maybe I should have you eat something in front of me again. Maybe you'd like to try eating one of my little maidens in waiting? The little creatures don't seem to struggle against you after their first bite, I wonder if it actually feels good to have your blood drained out of you like that." Mari said as she stood up, coming towards him, her hips swaying in a sultry way that D often dreamed of. He had lost count of his time with her here, but he could remember pristinely the way that she had looked at him when she'd first seen him, and the first view he'd ever gotten of her body. Since then her form had taken on natural curves that only made her more beautiful, the swell of her chest more brazen and inviting.

When she put her hand down to him he brushed his cheek against it invitingly, looking up at her with blue eyes, watching as she bit her lip looking at him. There was something intoxicating about his eyes, she would often tell him, and then, if he was lucky, she would kiss him, or let her hands wander across his muscled body. When she had seen that he was getting scrawnier from the lack of exercise she had ordered him to a duty in the fields every day, to run supplies back and forth until he had gotten well muscled for her, which seemed to make her happy. She'd demanded to see him disrobed the day that she had realized he was far more built than he had once been, and had nodded appraisingly while her ladies in waiting had simply blushed, but not looked away themselves.

"No... I think I don't like the idea of you kissing them." Mari decided finally. "Not even on the neck. You're mine... my best friend in the entire world, and the only one that I can trust, aren't you?" D nodded vigorously. "The others, they serve me, but they also serve my father, but you, slave, I know that you would do anything for me, you would never do something to hurt me. You're mine, forever and ever... I don't want you to forget that..." she said softly to him as she stroked his cheek, watching the glaze in those soft blue eyes of his. D felt himself slipping into those blue eyes, and slowly leaned forward to kiss her.

He felt her give a soft muffled cry as he pulled her towards him, now standing, and kissed her like a man, the way that he had seen some of the slaves doing to one another once, behind a shed when he had been hunting in the night. He could feel Mari start to melt into his arms as he did it, his blue eyes fluttering closed after a moment to shut out everything but the feel of her lips against him, the heat of her body, the smell of her all around him. The spices that she put into her hair filled his nose as he shifted his hand into her hair to feel it, grip it lightly as he held her body to him, feeling her tremble for a moment. It was in these moments where he felt her... that he knew that she was his too..