2011-03-19: serving visiting Jarl

[23:46]  Nightmare Hoxley: heya tal
[23:46]  Kris: Tal *shouts throught the longhall*
[23:46]  Cly glances back she smiles seeing Jarl Night.....tal Jarls
[23:46]  Nightmare Hoxley: this is an old friend of mine
[23:47]  Nightmare Hoxley claps his hands, serve him well, girl
[23:49]  Cly: yes Jarl...smiles as she dries her hands upon a rep cloth, she approaches the long table, her hips swaying lightly as she walks, kneeling at the end opf the table she offers a smile to the visiting Jarl...may i fetch JArl something to drink or eat.
[23:51]  Kris cock his head and take a closer inspecting gaze on her, slowly running his gaze down her female now naked curves and back to look into her eyes. Silently with his charismatic gaze that probably seems to pour though the eyes down to the sould... He last that gaze on her well knowing its effect. Then, when he's sure to have the full attention of the girl he opens the mouth, slightly, but only to lick over his lips and beckon her closer with a gentle wave of the index finger, more alluring then ordering*
[23:51]  Nightmare Hoxley nods to kris he is my guest
[23:54]  Cly gently she moves closer to him, crawls over near his bench she knelt just at his side, her steely gaze lowers under his gaze, a shiver went through her as she wets her lips lightly with the tip of her tongue
[23:56]  Kris bows slightly to her and raise the arm, palm up, to place two finger under her chinn, and ... more guide then actually force, the head in the neck until she looks up to him, he into her eyes, now quite closer. Again he opens the mouth and for a second it seems he just lick again over her lips until he then speak up* Your name slave? *he cock his head and continue to study her while he still hold her head locked into the neck*
[23:56]  Nightmare Hoxley growls *i am busy with preparation of our todays melee tournament, i think i am not needed here anylonger
[23:57]  Nightmare Hoxley: have a good rest and you serve him with fire, girl
[23:57]  Nightmare Hoxley waves back *be well
[23:58]  Cly: i am called cly if it pleases Jarl...she spoke lightly in responce, swallowing a little as she gazes up at him, hearing Jarl Night she calls after him...yes Jarl....then she turns her attention back to the Jarl before her
[00:00]  Kris: cly *he repeats, just as if he wanted to hear the sound it if form his own mouth* Well... cly... dow you know how to serve mead body warm? *he raise both eyebrows and lure at her, curious for the answer*
[00:02]  Cly shivers slightly under his gaze.....ive heard of it JArl, but never served such...she whispers, her eyes lowering slightly under his stare
[00:04]  Kris: So... *he hesitates a moment as if he try to remember* cly... what did you heard? *he raised an eyebrow and continue observing her, and her reactions while the fingers of the othe rhand start to rythmically tap on the wooden surface of the table*
[00:07]  Cly: its been a long time Jarl and i know very little i will confess, but mead body warm, is just that the mead is warmed to body temperature, by keeping it close to the body til warmth or set out til its warm and matches the body temp....she whispers trying to remember
[00:09]  Kris: Go slave! Go! *he shout aout* and fetch me a warm mead i will teach you! *and slamms the fist on the table laughing out hard*
[00:11]  Cly jumps startled....yes Jarl...she cried as she leaps to her feet and hurries to the back of the hall
[00:16]  Cly moves to the back she fetches a horn from a shelf over the hearth, taking a rep cloth she cleans the horn of any dust, runningher finger tips along the rim she notes with pride that it was smooth, placing the cloth down she moves to the corner where a large cask of mead rests, crouching down she fills the horn with the rich warm amber liquid, careful not to splatter or spill a single drop she turns to face him, swallowing hard she approaches with care, moving sensually she slips to his left side behind his bench, kneeling close to him her head lowered as she spoke softly to him....mead Jarl
[00:17]  Kris: What *he raise the indexfinger and an eyebrow and look down* was your first mistake?
[00:19]  Cly looks down not sure as she held the horn close to her belly felling the ivory curve caressing her flesh....i dont know Jarl...she whispers lightly, she was trembling, frightened
[00:23]  Kris: Most true Torvladlsander males carry their horn with them. You should first have found out if i have a horn and you should serve it in my horn or if I don't have one. Anyway *he smiles and caress with the back of the indexfinger along her cheek* Now come to my lap ((or on the table if the bench don't allow that, imagination ftw))
[00:25]  Cly: yes Jarl, forgive me...she whispers, gently she rises to her feet, slipping gently into his lap, shivers lightly as she settles lightly against him nestling she peeks up at him under long lashes and auburn bangs that fell over her face
[00:26]  clysa's Collar: clysa adopts normal posture.
[00:28]  clysa's Collar: clysa adopts the 'nadu1' position.
[00:31]  Kris: Bodywarm means *he grab her and pull her closer into his lap. Then he bend her chest back until it touches the table and grab her tits, pressing em together so there is only a small slit - just like a natural cone* You pour the mead slowly on your throat and let it slide down your chest and i will drink it from between your tits *he hold her tits pressed togeter and place the lip on the slit to take the warm sweet liquid while his thumbs and forefinger start to play with the nipples*
[00:34]  Cly gasps as she shivers, her body shfts restlessly, flushing as his words sinks in, she looks to himswallowing hard even as she wets her lips lightly, slowly she nods her understanding...y..yes Jarl
[00:35]  Kris: What are you waiting for girl? *he smirks evily but give her a playful wink while he press his lips at the slit between her breats waiting for the mead to come*
[00:38]  Cly nodding she arches a little, lifting her chin up she takes the horn lightly in hand, places it just under the black iron band about her slender throat, slowly she starts to pour the dark liquid upon her, shivers slightly as she feels it running down over her flesh to the slit her made with her breasts, she bites her lower lip trying not ot make a sound, yet a small whimper slips from her
[00:43]  Kris drinks the hot mead from the slit between the breats with a slurping noise and utter delight... bit for bit until all of the mead made its way in his throat. After that he lick her tits - the slit - clean and then her lips until he got all of the sweat mead. While some of the mead found its way through the corner of the mouth soaked into his beard the rest from his lips get licked away and finally he clean his mouth with the back of the hand and smear it at his pants* You have a lot to learn ...ehm.. cly... but *he smiles and caress with the fingertips playful along her inner legs* i see you are eager to learn... Nex time I probably teach you some more.... *he cock his head and eyes her curiously awaiting her response - audiablie and also visible*
[00:46]  Cly: yes Jarl, thank you Jarl...she responded, blushing deeply, she felt her body tremble by the light carssing along her inner thigh making her squirm lightly upon her knees as she gazes up at him then lowers her steely eyes
[00:52]  Kris stroke with thumb and forefinger along his moustache while he study her: someone teaching here the torvaldslander traditions? I see you are eager but your not yet understood the ways of a bond. Though your serve is nice, willful and smooth
[00:55]  Cly offers a light smile even though her gaze stays cast down...thank you Jarl, the Jarls, Kennel Mistress and other bonds have been helping me learn, all is still new to me, but yes i am eager to learn so that i will strive to please thos within the camp
[01:03]  Kris: you first need to understand that a bond is less ehm... how to explain.. robotic.. its a lot about teasing... when the Kajira demonstrates how well she studied the 2000 steps of a serve the bond wash it away and just try to impress the master by her sexiness and alluring beeing... and... not to forget... her larl like humor
[01:05]  Cly smiles lightly remember her first night within the camp nodding...yes Jarl, its just been tense here as of late...she told him lightly as she relaxes a little then she looks up at him, her steely gaze meeting him
[01:07]  Kris: Tense? *he ask while the finger continue to sweetly 'torture' her inner legs*
[01:09]  Hagbard Halving: Ah Tal sir, greetings Cly
[01:09]  Cly: just some inner clan conflicts, but nothing to worry about...she told him lightly, biting her lower full lip she gently shifts, spreading her thighs a little more as she spoke to him
[01:10]  Cly gazes up smils to Jarl Hagbard...tal Jarl
[01:13]  Kris: Tal... *nodds to the man
[01:13]  Hagbard Halving: I don't think I have seen you here before sir?
[01:15]  Kris: Thats right... a friend invited me
[01:16]  Hagbard Halving: I see, and who is this friend? and... your name?
[01:17]  Kris: Sound strange but i don't know him by name... but sweet cly can tell you
[01:18]  Cly: its Jarl Night, Jarl...she informed them both
[01:19]  Hagbard Halving frowns, Night very well.. and how is it.. that you did not know your friends name? and you are yett to give me yours
[01:20]  Kris: you didn't introduced yourself, probably doing that before asking *he chuckles* Well you know.. it happens often that you fight at ones side by alliance or circumstands and learn to honor him while you never got introduced to him
[01:22]  Hagbard Halving: Aye, I did not, this is my home.. thus I would expect your name before I grant you mine
[01:22]  Kris: Well I am Kris the Wrathful, Warrior of the North, Berserker of Odin, slayer of my foes and enslaver of women *laughs*
[01:24]  Hagbard Halving chuckles, well met Kris, I am Hagbard Halving.. he paused for a moment thinking he should also get himself several titles he quickly added, bond-master, Slayer of the serpant around yggdrasil
[01:25]  Hagbard Halving gives Cly's butt a little "love-tap" are you going to serve me girl? or are you to tired for even that?
[01:26]  Kris: Well met, Hagbard Halving, bond-master and slayer of the serpant *he chuckles* I'll take my leave... May Odin give you a strong arm and stiff parts... *he laughs*
[01:27]  Hagbard Halving: Girl you are not looking well, /me smiles at the man, well Kris, I pray you have safe paths on your way
[01:27]  Kris: thanks, you never know when you need it... will see you another time Hagbard
[01:27]  Hagbard Halving grumbles at his morning typos
[01:28]  Kris: and probably cly for serving another mead *smirks*
[01:28]  Cly smiles to the Jarl....well wishes Jarl...she spoke lightly before turning her attention to Jarl Hagbard
[01:29]  Kris: Hey Hagbard, can you let me out?
[01:30]  Hagbard Halving: yes, yes ofcourse, Cly see to my mead..
[01:33]  Cly: yes Jarl...smiles lightly as she slips down from the table, moving with care she moves to the back of the hall, reaching up she fetches a horn from the shelf, taking a rep cloth she cleans it with care, gently she moves over to a cask of mead in the back corner, filling the horn with the rich amber liquid she was careful not to spill a single drop, turning she moves with care back to the table, slipping into his lap, she smiles sensually to him as she offers him the horn....mead Jarl
[01:35]  Hagbard Halving smiles thank you cly, you're a good girl, he takes the horn from her hands, lifting it to his lips and sipping it, in a very non typical norhtern way, as he lowers the horn, he places it towards Cly's lips. drink girl....
[01:37]  Cly genly leans close she placesher small hand on his and tilts the horn so that the mead would splash to her lips, licking them she smiles up at him when she took a tiny sip...thank you Jarl
[01:39]  Hagbard Halving tilts the horn further, allowing a small gush of mead to slash over her cheast, pouring down over her breasts towards her heat, her body glistening now, in the light of the fire. taking the horn back to his own lips he grins. liking what he did, lifting the horn high now, turning it upside down, guzzeling the sweet mead served untill the horn was empty, most of the meaw addmittedly passed his chin rather than his throat, though the reason for him wanting mead was allready accoplished
[01:40]  Cly gasps softly she shivers feeling the mead splashing over her lithe form whimpering softly she looks to him
[01:41]  Hagbard Halving: I shall not keep you bond, I can tell you are exhausted. you are to go kennel. is that understood girl?
[01:42]  Cly: yes Jarl....she whispers lowering her head as she bites her lower lip
[01:44]  Hagbard Halving smiles, now now girl. you know you need your rest and that I wish for your service... but I can see.. you're body is spent.. you must recover
[01:46]  Cly slowly nods she leans up kisses him soundly upon the lips, a soft purr slips from her as she presses into him.....thank you Jarl, you enjoy your day...she smiled weakly to him before she slips from his lap to fetch her kirtle then to head towards the kennels

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Nomads of Gor

Tarl Cabot, warrior and tarnsman, left the forbidden Sardar Mountains on a mission for the Priest-Kings of Gor, the barbaric world of Counter-Earth. The Priest-Kings were dying, and he had to find their last link to survival. All he knew about his goal was that it lay hidden somewhere among the nomads.

There were the Wagon Peoples, the wild tribes that lived off the roving herds of bosk, fiercest of all of the animals of Gor. But still more fierce were their masters, the savage Tuchuks. All men fled before them when they moved.

All except Tarl Cabot, who stood alone, watching the oncoming clouds of dust that might bring him death.