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~angel feels a strong hand at her arm, propelling her forward, and she stumbles to the center of the room. blue sparkling eyes dart about; a fleeting glance at each face, never lingering. she shivers, in fear or excitement, then glances to He who has commanded her. Almost shyly, angel lowers her eyes and bows her head.angel stands motionless. she listens to her own heartbeat and to the soft rhythm that begins to build and grow inside her. A gentle breeze steals through an open window and rustles the scarlet silks that hug her curves, and she begins to sway. Hips move slowly and she lifts slender arms, firelight licking at smooth, creamy flesh as her body arches back sweetly. angel's small body moves lightly over the tiles, hips swaying to the beat of one tabor that echoes the beating of her heart. she raises her arms, delicate hands intertwine before her face, fingertips brushing and teasing at each other before pulling apart slowly, then drift up to play at the auburn curls that frame her soft, expressive face. angel turns and moves toward the Vana'she. Hips swaying, head thrown back and auburn tresses flying out around her, she sways rhythmically to the throbbing beat. Dark fiery eyes stare almost insolently into His. her small hands move over her body, fingers sliding upward, brushing the soft curve of her hips, past her slender waist, over the swell of her full breasts angel raises her arms as she dances before him, gathering a mass of auburn hair in both hands. Shiny auburn curls pour through her fingers and the tiny gold bells that dance in her hair sparkle like stars. Chest heaving, hardened nipples straining against the thin garment that stretches across her ample breasts, she turns and slips away.angel dances before the fire, her back to the Vana'she. Slowly, she loosens the knot that holds her silks, and pulls the thin material behind her in outstretched hands. Firelight illuminates her silhouette for an ihn before she releases the shimmering garment. It seems to float on the air, falling slowly, then melts into a crimson pool on the tiles. angel glides across the tiles on small, bare feet. The tempo builds, a single drum setting the rhythm, drawing out the slave from her soul. Tiny gold bells dance on her delicate ankles, catching firelight as she spins, heart thundering, keeping pace with the pounding rhythm. angel turns, circling the room with slowness, offering a bold smile to one Man,, her warm gaze filled with promises she will beg to keep. Her eyes seek him out,returning to him again and again, as if of their own volition. she moves toward Him again, her body swaying provocatively, silky auburn curls caress sweet slave curves, her lush figure made for a Vana'she's touch. angel stops suddenly and turns, moving away furiously, whirling in a jangle of bells. Eyes blazing, her chin thrust out defiantly, as she fights the feelings that course through her. She dances out her fury, looking back over her shoulder at Him, her Blue eyes filling with tears of rage. Her body, slender and golden, shimmers as she twirls and spins in the light of the torches and the frenzy of the slave bells. angel's nude body sways to the music, a thin mist glistening on her arms, chest, and on the taut plains of her belly. She turns, her eyes pierce the shadows, seeking the Vana'she. Fear clouds her features and fills her with new urgency. angel turns away, head shaking in denial, auburn hair lashing and whipping at her bare flesh as she dances. A stripped girl, her body exposed for the pleasure of Men, she sways before them, moving to the barbaric melody, only in her bells and her beauty. she moans and feels a new emotion overtake her, and turns a tortured gaze to Him. angel's heart pounds deafeningly in her ears as she falls to the ground in a daze and crawls toward Him, pulled by a force she cannot resist, a need she cannot deny, her eyes begging for One look, One touch of His hands. angel stops only inches from His feet and her small hand moves over her breasts in a gentle caress, fingers brushing lightly over her nipples, that ache for His touch. angel moans and her hand glides down her belly, fingers moving over warm body, her eyes begging and offering at once. The beat of the tabor slows, weaving its spell about her soul and she whimpers, raising imploring eyes to the Vana'she angel's body trembles softly and she bows her head in surrender. Forehead touching the ground, arms stretching out before her, she listens while her heart tells her what she already knows, that this is as it should be; helpless at his feet, vulnerable, a slave, His slave. She lays quietly, unmoving as her dance ends. 5-8-2002 |
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