A Time of Magic & Warrior Kings...

C.R.A.  recalls ...

She knelt on the bed, her eyes dark in the soft light of a single candle, and told a story for her lover.  In a husky voice, she wove a tapestry of another time, a time of magic and of warrior kings, a tale of a warrior and a slave girl.

He was transfixed by her, the erotic turn of the story, the sight of her, the strands of her hair fallen between her breasts, the soft curves of her.    He was intoxicated by the scent of her, and the taste of her kiss lingered long on his lips.

Finally, he was overcome, and lunged at her, taking her roughly from behind, as the warrior in tale, had taken his slave girl.  Her silken heat, and the violence of her almost immediate orgasm, let him know how welcome his action was, and his own explosion was not long incoming.

No words were spoken in that night's afterglow, and when they each found sleep, they each dreamt of a time of magic and warrior kings.