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Post by Koops on Dec 27, 2009 4:47:13 GMT -5
FF - Six Years Later
Graend was sitting in a pub, surrounded by his crew and fawning whores. He was grinning from ear to ear, drinking and laughing loudly, eyes bright with mirth. The crew and him had docked in the port where Izzy lived just a couple of hours before and were now relaxing. Graend ran a hand back through his golden hair, eyes half-lidded as he eyed one of the woman at his table, grinning like a wolf.
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Post by Milk on Dec 27, 2009 4:52:44 GMT -5
Izzy stared at the pub's letters, light blue eyes dim with anxiety. She knew damn well what was going to happen if she got on the ship...But she didn't know how else to get to Graend. She couldn't fight, and never figured out how to...She was a lover and a healer. She was nineteen, and while she still lived with her family, she knew she could disappear and they'd understand. She was an adult now...And she'd said she was leaving not more than two hours ago. She changed into a baggy shirt that tied off at the bottom, and a blue and purple skirt, and walked barefoot. Her hair was long and curly, and it framed her beautiful face. She swallowed and finally entered the pub and looked around, immediately seeing Graend. She touched the pendent around her neck and closed her eyes, grinning softly to herself. She was finally with him. She exhaled and approached the blond man, looking determined. She bowed before him. "Captain Graend," she greeted.
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Post by Koops on Dec 27, 2009 4:58:39 GMT -5
He looked at her, studying her face and then her breasts, her stomach, then hips, legs, and then he looked back up again, eyes meeting with hers. "Hello there, beautiful..." Graend purred, leaning back in his seat, he took in a breath, she had a nice scent. "What's your name, sweetheart?" He asked, raising his hand and gesturing for her to come closer.
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Post by Milk on Dec 27, 2009 5:02:40 GMT -5
Izzy moved closer, standing before him as close as she could without sitting on him or standing on him. "My name is Isabel, but everyone calls me Izzy," she answered, voice low and happy. He'd acknowledged her. This was good. "I...would love to join your ship. I can heal...If you need that at all," she informed him. "...Or I could be a ship-slave, a whore..." She was okay with that. It would hurt, a lot, and she'd be forever embarrassed, but she'd be with him.
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Post by Koops on Dec 27, 2009 5:06:12 GMT -5
"A healer and willing to give yourself to me as a slave..." He trailed off and grabbed her, pulling her body onto his. Graend quickly moved her so that she was straddling his hips, their chests pressing together. He ran a hand down the front of her body slowly, touching it. "Oh, what's this." The man studied the pendant she wore, recognizing it right away, "Now where did you land your pretty little hands on this?" He was grinning from ear to ear.
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Post by Milk on Dec 27, 2009 5:11:08 GMT -5
Izzy's cheeks flushed. He was touching her now. She smiled softly at the feel of his hands on her body, utterly happy even though he didn't love her. She was with him, and that was what mattered in her mind. Izzy looked at the pendent. "My mother aided the woman who wore it. I fixated on it when I was young because I felt a presence in it...When I learned it was yours, I made sure to save myself for you," she admitted, looking him in his eyes. She loved him, wholly. And she'd waited 19 long years to see him. She didn't want to wait any longer.
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Post by Koops on Dec 27, 2009 5:15:02 GMT -5
Graend continued to stare at the pendant as Izzy spoke, nodding and humming once in a while. "Were you there when I died?" He asked, he remembered the night he'd died perfectly, remembered the baby, the child, the feeling of the sword going through him. His hand released the pendant and he put his hands on her hips, looking at her face.
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Post by Milk on Dec 27, 2009 5:16:35 GMT -5
Izzy nodded her head. "I was indeed," she answered quietly, bowing her head to indicate she'd felt sorrow while he had been dead. "I wasn't even one yet."
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Post by Koops on Dec 27, 2009 5:20:05 GMT -5
"Mm, don't look so upset, i'm alive now after all." Graend's eyes were lit with excitement, he moved her off of his lap and stood, then pulled her out of the pub after telling one of his crew members to pay the bill. "I'm letting you join the crew, as a healer, to aid the doctor. But you're going to be a fuck-toy too." He whispered as he lead her down the street at a fast pace, he looked down at her, grinning.
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Post by Milk on Dec 27, 2009 5:22:43 GMT -5
Izzy followed behind loyally, eyes on his form alone. She nodded her head, expression an indifferent one as he informed her of her joining...and of her jobs. "I shall happily serve you," she murmured sincerely to him, keeping up with his strides.
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Post by Koops on Dec 27, 2009 5:29:39 GMT -5
Graend was so lucky to have her find him, and he knew it, having someone that would do anything for you willingly was amazing. That is, unless, the girl was just pretending to be this way so that she could kill him. He smirked, no caring. Finally they reached the docks and he pulled her up the ramp to his boat. It was huge, black, and ominous, but when you got down the stairs to go below deck it got less intimidating, actually, everything was clean and the wood walls were light, as were the doors and the floors. Graend liked to feel at home on his ship. He got to his room and showed Izzy in before he stepped in and shut the door behind him, locking it. There was a large bed at the top center of the room, filled with various blankets, furs, and pillows, he had a desk in there, lots of maps hanging around, a couple of treasure chests, and cabinets all over the place. "Mm... Now let's start your duties, shall we?" Graend whispered and showed Izzy to the bed, he leaned over her and then pressed his mouth to hers. He liked to get straight to the point.
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Post by Milk on Dec 27, 2009 5:33:16 GMT -5
Izzy looked around his ship. The outside was indeed creepy- she had nearly shuddered at its massive sight. But inside, she relaxed, feeling at home as they walked. She looked around his room, inhaling his scent with a sigh. He smelled so wonderful too....Her eyes widened when he told her about beginning her duties, but she happily complied. She kissed him back, her mind fluttering happily at the fact they were kissing. Her arms wrapped around him, at first, and then moved to his front to get his shirt off- she had a job, after all, and making this romantic would...be weird.
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Post by Koops on Dec 27, 2009 5:38:28 GMT -5
He helped her to remove his top before he himself stripped her completely naked, tossing her clothing on the ground. Graend moved her to lay further up on the bed so that her head was reasting on the pillows. "Oh, Izzy-baby... You're a hot little piece of ass." He whispered, touching her breasts, rubbing them and pinching at her nipples curiously. "And saving yourself for me, that makes me fucking hard." The man wasn't lying, he was as hard as a rock, but he didn't bother taking his pants off, he was to preoccupied with her breasts.
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Post by Milk on Dec 27, 2009 5:41:43 GMT -5
Izzy helped helped him undress her if he needed it, and then moved with him onto the bed, laying leisurely back against the pillows. Her eyes became glazed over and her breath became thick, heavy with want. Her cheeks were rosy, and other parts of her body were responding to wanting him. Her lips became full and her breasts...they eagerly responded to his hands against them. She smiled happily, glad her effort to save herself for him had made him really hard. Her leg moved up and rubbed against his third leg.
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Post by Koops on Dec 27, 2009 5:46:09 GMT -5
"Ah, eager to please, are we?" Graend whispered and rubbed himself back against her leg. He leaned down close to her breasts and then took one of her nipples into his mouth, suckling on it hard. His hips continued to slowly move as he pleasured himself by... Well, humping her leg.
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