Secret Gift 9-3-07
eniad: the dark haired beast glides to the center of the large hall, smiling softly she bends to taper of waist finding what she is in search of, lowering long dark mane spills over bare shoulders as she scoops the secret gift to tiny hands, pressing up she turns it lovingly up to full breast, rising her sole focus how to present the gift to him, dark eyes shimmer to life as her lips part lusciously~

eniad: turning about tiny feet sashay across the floor, the sweet melody of slave bells keep time with curved hips, each step of her diminutive legs drawn out exaggerating the sensuous sway, tucking the gift in the band of crimson silks the girl turns to a slight movement, lifting dark sooty lashes the girl searches out the sound in the shadows~

eniad: stopping the beast stands washed in the rainbow of silent light reflecting from the morning sun, beams spiral to caress dark tanned flesh, eyes dark as molten gold lift from a cover of thick sooty lashes, looking to the Master amidst the shadows as whisper of the breeze kiss long heavy tendrils clinging to bare shoulders, lifting the girl gyrates away on bare feet~

eniad:turning she whirls, her graceful movements so fluid she sways then dips, supple back arches to a delicate bow, swiveling on bare feet she rises, slender frame balances effortlessly on one foot, eyes smolder as slender fingers began to tease bronzed flesh, layers of diaphanous gauze hug rounded curves of her hips as she moves ever closer to her Master~

eniad: slender arms suddenly lift weaving up and out, head tilts slightly spinning up petite frame arches thrusting forth ample breasts curving to delicate slope of her back, beautiful tones of slave bells can be heard as they dance around slender ankles, spinning slightly she sways around the hall, softness of her sweet scent fills the air, sheer silks flow with every movement~

eniad: teasing his eyes the fire in her soul pounds, firmness of her full breasts heave tempting, head rolls slightly imagining his touch, lips part as a soft sweet sigh of pleasure emits within her, dark eyes lift as the haunted depths of her soul becomes clear, hands travel over her body, slender fingers float to caress heated flesh of rounded belly, a gentle purr carries up on a whisper~

eniad: sensual gaze flairs while fire serge�s through slave belly, turning her body swiveling on bare toes firm breast lightly bounce with alluring motion, hips roll in a serpentine sway moving her even closer to him, firelight flickers across heated flesh, turning she spins through the large hall dancing her passions, long heavy tresses spill forth as she faces him again~

eniad: extending arms out to him silently begging pleading for his touch eyes lower, fingers splay as she turns then glides away, soft deliberate steps carry the luscious beast as she spins up on delicate toes eyes turn to face her Master, fingers move to the waistband of scarlet silks, taking the gift to tiny hands the gentle song of bells hush, her body alight with life she lifts her face gently~

eniad: nimble fingers run through back of thick heavy mane lifting it up and off heated flesh whisking it around her final twirl, stopping suddenly she withers to bended knees curving a tender spine to a delicate arch, thick lashes rise revealing dark glittering eyes, petite frame trembles as a rush of passion pulses through her veins, fingers loose the chain to let silks pool around her legs~

eniad: slowly she opens her hands, bending at taper of waist lowering before him, soft voice flows up on the gentle breeze whispering out her heart, �Master the girl gives you the only thing gift she has to offer, the only thing the girl owns, the only thing she has to give, palms upturned feeling the warmth of the large hall, in her hands lays a small delicate scroll for his eyes~

eniad: but do not fear, I am certain, sooner or later, you will come into the possession of one who will not only accept your slavery, in its beauty, in its tenderness and needfulness, in it's honesty and truth, but will celebrate it and relish it, and for whom you will be a treasure, an incredible and marvelous treasure, to be sure, one to be kept under the closest of disciplines~

eniad: the soft hush of words reach him... she did on 03-02-07, His name is Thuris, Warrior and Master of eniad� la kajira�~
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