Klaus and breakfast arrive by raft at the village of Minus. He spies a red headed woman whom he assumes to be barbarian and commands her to bring him mead.
No more whining there isnt any Tavern action....
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Kℓαus of Vanaheim stood as he tied off the raft to the dock. He motioned to the girl....."to the timbers HARTA" he cried as he stepped off onto the shores of Minus. He hated Minus... but it was what it was and not the tides had drawn him here again.
Gohasa (amira.broadfoot) stepped off the raft. Her feet slipped over the wet boards as she made her way to the docks.
Kℓαus of Vanaheim again reached to the girls collar and he locked the crude leash to it. "Come...." he said simply though she had little choice in the matter.
Gohasa (amira.broadfoot) made it off the boat without getting too wet. Falling into step behind her owner as he walked, she started to look around. Having not dared to step into the city alone, she was a little like a tourist as her wide eyes took in the sights.
Kℓαus of Vanaheim paused as he ascended the steps.... and his nose lowered as he inhaled. "I smell Bosk....." he said simply as he looked to his girl. she was well showered... perfumed as well as nature could allow a slavegirl, and did not smell like Bosk. It intrigued him... then his eyes widened seeing she who had kept the dung sack company and he smirked before climbing the stairs. Some smells did not leave the body so easily... and the dung sack was nobodies friend
Reven (shortysweet) shifts uneasy watching a man and a woman getting off the boat, the frequency of strangers lately makes her uneasy, the last few men she meant ended up her in less than great situations, brushing a stray hair from her nose, as she observes the man, noting his long dark hair, his dress, judging him on the spot pretty much, leaning to the side, taking a good old glare at the slave, she scoffs the beast is beautiful, not that she would admit she remains quiet as they walk past
Kℓαus of Vanaheim had noted the look of the overdressed woman and he paused. Her hair burned like the brightest of flames and that in itself was enough to fire his passions though he kept them well hidden. "Barbarian....." he said and he shrugged.... perhaps grinned. "Come..... the Alar seek service..." and he gestured arrogantly to the Inn as he turned... and walked on. Klaus was old school and the collar made no difference to him. She was a woman... it was enough that he had certain expectations of her, and doubtless would enforce them in his own manner.
Gohasa (amira.broadfoot) walks behind him up the steps. There is a gentle sway to her hips that has gotten more natural as time has went on. Settling into her life as a slave, she found it freeing in many ways not to be hindered by the long skirts of the free women. She grinned slightly as Klaus noticed the lingering scent. She'd meant to bring over some form of oils for the woman.. but then again, she had tried to capture her with threats of her blade. So she hadn't exactly tried to help her. Making her way to th tavern, she raised a brow as he seemed to order the free woman into serving him. This could prove to be interesting after all. She settled to her knees, her eyes on the ground at his boot.
Gohasa (amira.broadfoot) turned as the woman followed. A bright smile on her face as she greeted her with a "Tal Mistress" and shifted so that she didn't have her back dead center to the woman. She was curious to see how she would react to the command given and wondered it this would be a more eventful trip than she had imagined into the city.
Reven (shortysweet) purses her lips shaking her head at the man, the barbarian comment annoyed her, did he insinuate that she was a barbarian? how dare he. the grumble along with the needing service part folds arms over her shoulder, annoyingly she asks "Did you demand service of me?" she shakes her head, "i do not have a collar about my throat, and you have a beast in tow, cant she do it for you?"
Kℓαus of Vanaheim lowered himself to the cushion motioning the slave to his side. One hand lowered teasing idly with her exposed breast, but then he was a man and in many ways to keep her heightened improved the girl that she may be more pleasing. His head lifted now.... seeing reven had followed and that too pleased him. "Mead..... " he said firmly not answering her question as his fingers pressed tightly at gohasa's nipple ensuring she... could not leave to serve, though perhaps the command was not directed at her anyway. He watched the free woman now.... her hair ablaze and pleasing to the eye of a man, though too the touch of the slaves breast was far more pleasing than any color hair and he felt himself hardening beneath worn hunting leathers.
Gohasa (amira.broadfoot) followed to his side. Lowering herself onto the rug, her thighs spread and her hands rested on her knees. She had no sooner shifted to her knees, wondering if the woman would indeed serve or would balk when she felt the fingertips press to her nipple. There was no shame in the girls eyes as her tongue slipped from her mouth and curved over her lips. She kept her gaze on a space on the cushion just next to her owners muscular ass as the tiny ribbons of pleasure filtered into her mind. Each movement of his fingertips had her shifting slightly on her knees. Her legs opening farther and her thighs muscles clenching slightly as her stomach curled into the familiar bundle of desire.
Reven (shortysweet) paces back and forward, she shakes her head, how dare this man ignore her.. shaking her head "you!" she mutters a few times, she mutters a long list of mumblings about the stupid man, be hes some older than old elder guy thats seen it all she mutters away. grabs a tankard, not caring what he wants it in nor how he wants it served, she bangs about in the kitchen, finding the stupid keg, flicking the latch, the dark amber sickly liquid flowed, she had, had mead once a long time ago and she remembered it made her sick for days, she storms across the floor beside him slamming the vessel down on the table before him
Kℓαus of Vanaheim drew on the girls nipple before releasing it. His fist curling in her hair as her head was pulled back savagely and he gazed into her eyes. Such depth..... though the gorean slavegirl was far from simple. In fact the most complex of creatures and breakfast was no different. She took work.... but then she gave far more in return and that ensured her place in his wagon.... for now. Weathered lips lowered to hers as he held her firmly in his grasp and he raped her mouth satiating his own lust momentarily. Tongue working at hers before he pulled back. "I will use you slavegirl" he said firmly and he turned to the woman with the red hair... hand closing about the tankard as he raised it to her. "Drink...." he said firmly. Klaus was a man born in the shadow of the Torvaldsberg..... a large man, and one who was used to being obeyed no matter a womans status or condition, and his gaze made it clear.... he expected nothing less from reven......
Reven (shortysweet) rolls her eyes, seeing the man embrace his slave, all be it he seemed to do it well not in the loved up mushy way shes used to seeing, she looks around the room counting away in her head, growing irritated of his one word conversation skills she shakes her head "No thank you" to his offer, arms folded over her belly "i also suggest you use the beast to get your drink instead of a passing by woman!"
Gohasa (amira.broadfoot)'s body shook. A soft tremble that started at her curled toes and worked its way to the very tip of her tongue as he pulled her to him. Her neck arched, her back bowing as she rose slightly to her knees. With wide eyes, she whispered a soft "Yes my Jarl" in answer just before she felt the heat of his lips press to her own. She had little choice in the matter, though it was obvious that the girl had been primed for just the response she now gave. A soft moan passed her lips as her nipples hardened to his touch, peaked to hardened nubs within his fingertips.
Kℓαus of Vanaheim watched her and his eyes darken as he watches the fire of a free woman burn.... perhaps more brightly than the hair upon her head. Again the tankard is pressed in her direction and again he speaks though his voice is a touch louder. A touch darker....."Drink......" he commands again and all thought of the slave is forgotten now as his body turns towards the woman. Klaus isn't the most sophisticated of Goreans. He has lived on the fringes and in his own way despises civilization though coming to understand its a necessary evil.
Reven (shortysweet) shakes her firmly once more, pushing the tankard back to the man a perked brow "No, you drink." she says frimer than before, she moves back just slightly off the rug for no other reason it appeared than to move, she hated standing still. She knew he commanded him, but she was disillusioned enough to believe, she had a choice in the matter, and decided to choose no. she shook her head firmly once more followed by another "No, but thank you. drink it yourself" hoping this time he would understand it, she drifts for a second, maybe her dialect, her accent he might not understand
Gohasa (amira.broadfoot) was lost in the feelings rising in her body. She had just about forgotten where she was, that the free woman stood nearby when suddenly, the feeling stopped and she was left with a ragged moan bit off within her mouth by the bite of her teeth to her lip. She held fast, knowing instinctively that she should remain silent at that moment. She shifted a little more on her knees but froze as she heard the womans response. She sighed and grimaced, she knew this had the potential to get rather ugly.
Kℓαus of Vanaheim nodded. Once. And the tankard appeared to lower momentarily before he sprung from the low cushion with surprising agility. He was large. He was hairy. He was a man used to living by instinct alone and his fitness ensured his survival on the outer fringes of Gor. And as he leapt his fist opened gripping her neck and she was forced back to the stone wall with the full fury of the Northern man towering over her. He was seething with rage and his eyes were alight..... as they glared down at her, and yet her throat remained firmly in his fist. Squeezing slightly, and more than enough to demonstrate that she.... was held.. And then.... as he locked her gaze the tankard was raised to her lips as he said coldly "drink....". Some may suspect the time for choice had passed.......
Reven (shortysweet) sighs seeing the tankard drop finally, he got the message, she was about to walk away as the giant beast of a man sprung up with the agility of a larl, eyes wide she just stares at him, the fingers curling round her throat, she glares up at the giant man, feeling so dwarfed in his presence, she coughs as his grip tightens, catching the glare of his eyes, she knows he probably enraged, feeling the tankard brought back to her lips she shakes her head "No, Thank you, not allowed, been ordered" she says sternly, shes terrified of the man, he could probably snap her in half with not much effort indeed.
Gohasa (amira.broadfoot) had her eyes on the free woman when her owner burst into motion. She had figured it was coming, but he could have surprised her, one never knew. Still, she expected him to be in motion and yet she was sent reeling as his body seemed to explode from the cushion towards the woman. All thoughts of pleasure left her as she skittered back a few inches to make sure she wasn't hit by a flying limb or a sweeping foot. As she watched the woman being pinned, she could only shake her head minutely. Saying nothing, she watched to see how the woman would fare, hoping she just took a drink of the tankard.. if only for her own health and the safety of her slender neck. Her groan was inward as she heard the woman still choose to disobey. She could have cursed aloud herself but knew that would only draw his anger towards her. And if it were anger that was simmering, well that was the attention that Gohasa didn't normally try to pull towards herself.
Kℓαus of Vanaheim raises the tankard to his own lips. Drawing it in as he held the stubborn wench firmly against the wall. In some ways curious that she would defy him.... he leaned into her. His hand raising to the red hair he'd watched with such curiousity. Redheads were uncommon though legend had it they were of barbarian stock and Klaus had seen few. Beautiful in its own way and clearly more than pleasing to his eye as he rolled his fist in the softness of such refined and cared for strands. Jerking back as he leaned down. Pausing above her and his lips forced to hers. Pushing....weathered lips pressed against her own softness and purposely against her teeth. Uncaring in the kiss of the Gorean master as he used her mouth for no reason other than it pleased him to do so, and then.... as his tongue snaked between her lips...... the mead was expelled into her mouth and he paused. A sudden stillness as he inhaled and listened to nothing other than the silence.... and felt her body in the grasp of his fist before he threw her forcibly aside and turned. Stepping back to the stool. He he sat. Not looking back at the redheaded woman of Minus. Dismissing her in his own way as he finally raised the tankard to his own lips quaffing the remnants and passing it back to breakfast . "Mead...." he commanded to the slavegirl...... and he breathed deeply settling his anger. He was not used to such spirit in a woman. He was Gorean.
Gohasa (amira.broadfoot) took the tankard and murmured a soft "Yes my Jarl" and slipped backward. She knew better than to say much else. Her movements perhaps a little more refined than usual. She would be on her best behavior at least at that given moment as she saw the anger on his face and the tension in his body. She took the tankard to the serving area and sought the serving tankard that the free woman had used. Leaning over, she risked a glance over her shoulder and back to the woman as she heard the liquid filling the vessel. She waited for the reaction, her interest held in the events though lamenting the loss of pleasure she had herself been experiencing. With a soft sigh, she turned and wordlessly moved back to her owner, settling at his side as she held the vessel up to him with a softly spoken "More Mead my Jarl".
Reven (shortysweet) bares her teeth at the man, his grip tightened, she had been in worse positions, most women of these times have, was unusual for a woman who wasn't locked up in a tower to not have her fair share of stories, she watches his hand raising to her head, she jerks away, she obviously fears the man, but she fears the repercussions of him at home more. The curiosity of this man with her hair, feeling it fist in her hair, almost fondling it, she was the spit of her mother, red hair and all, feeling the breath hover on her lips, the stench of his breath, she closes her eyes, she doesn't know what to expect here, well at least it wasn't the sight of him drawing an axe like the last northerner she met. feeling his lips crush against hers kissing her, she starts to struggle beneath him. she gags feeling his tongue press between her lips. being tossed to the side like a rag doll once he had done, she scowls at him, snarling "how dare you!" wiping her lips with the back of her hand. she just stands there so angry at the
Reven (shortysweet): man. looks to his slave and back to him for the first time in a long time she stood there and said nothing for what feels like forever
Kℓαus of Vanaheim took the tankard from gohasa and again it was raised to weary lips. Drinking... before his finger extended into the mead then lowered tracing her lips with the sweet liquid. "You may taste...." he said firmly. All thoughts of the woman gone, and in his own way dismissing her. His attention now on what was his to own as his foot pressed to her right thigh pressing it out. Correcting her position as a Master may.... and watching her.
Reven (shortysweet) mouth turns, her tongue rushing in her mouth she spits, and coughs the taste of the mead, she shivers, muttering some eww noises she huffs really loudly and storms off in the direction of the boat, hand rubbing on her lips like theres some invisible dirt she cant get off them
Gohasa (amira.broadfoot) had been looking at the woman. She could still feel her own heart flutter in her chest at the rapid change in mood from the man that she knelt next to. She could only imagine how fast the woman's heart must be pounding in her chest. Her gaze is drawn back to her owner as he takes the tankard and drinks. Tension leaves her body as her tongue snakes from between her lips and wraps itself around his fingertip. Slowly, relishing the sweet taste of the Mead as well as the feel of his finger filling her mouth, she sucks inward with a swirl of her tongue around the digit. A muffled "Thank you my Jarl" could have been heard as the slut sucked his finger in a manner that could only have been sensual as she gazed up at him and spread her thighs farther apart with the touch of his heavy boot to her thigh.
Kℓαus of Vanaheim watched her as she suckled on the finger. The slightest of motions and yet she could raise his list in a moment and he pondered the true power of the gorean slavegirl. Once.... she had been free. Once.. she too had worn a dress and defied a man, yet now she knelt released and pleasing. Almost pleading for use, though he kept her so purposely. His hand lowered between such sensual thighs caressing her sex. Feeling her body respond in the palm of the man who owned her, and he smiled. Not the nicest of looks to some... in fact more than one person had run from such a smile and the intent it held..... she..... would not run. And as he felt the juices of her sensuality begin to moisten the palm of his hand he stood quietly. "Come......" he said with surprising softness considering what had just passed. "There are things a man would take from what is his...." and he motioned back to the raft. It was a long voyage back to Boswell Pass, but he felt confident he may find a way to keep his mind occupied. She.... would assist.
Gohasa (amira.broadfoot) moans. The motion of her tongue stronger, faster as he didn't pull back from her. Her eyes stayed on his as she did far more than seek the Mead from his finger, a blatant desire that was only found in the freedom of slavery shone deep in her eyes. She arched as his hand cupped her sex, her hips jutting forward with a single rocking motion as her eyes half closed in reaction. Through a slight fog over her mind, she heard his command and nodded, her lips parting as he withdrew the finger from her heated mouth. "Yes my Jarl" she said as she would follow him.
Gohasa (amira.broadfoot) smiles, seeing a face she recognizes. She smiles a bright greeting to the girl she met so long ago and is glad to see she still lives within the city walls. She would have to ask permission to come find visit and perhaps find some trouble to get into with the girl.
Patches (elusive.cristole) watches the departure of a familiar male, seeing him in the inn and around Minus for the past two week. A quick glance behind him shows the slave I haven't seen in a long time. My face breaks out into a smile as I acknowledge them. "Greetings Master, Tal kajira."
Kℓαus of Vanaheim barely nodded to the slave as he passed. Pausing..... he removed a simple wadding from his belt and forced it between the cheeks of breakfast. Tying the crude gag firmly with a binding fibre about her head and silencing the slave. He grips her hair.. staring into her eyes.... before he speaks. "I silence you slavegirl.... for no reason other than it pleases a man to do so, and to remind you... that you are a slave..." he said. His eyes gleamed as he spoke.... and in truth Klaus simply found most women more attractive gagged, but such was the way of men on this world. He nods to the slave.... pretty that she is... and continues on to his raft. It had been a long day and the pass awaited them, though perhaps he would return
Gohasa (amira.broadfoot) opened her mouth as she felt the wadding pressed to her lips. Tasting the now familiar taste of fabric between her lips, she nodded her head once, in leu of the normal acknowledgment. She had grown somewhat used to the feel of the gag, but one would never grow entirely used to having the cloth stretch their lips and she grimaced as he turned to head for the boat.
