written by cyn
stands quietly as eyes slowly close to conceal the turmoil in burning soul, questions and doubts fluttering around curls tumbling in a mass of silken auburn waves down the sweet curve of flushed cheek as the drums mirror her thundering heart ... is there not One that craves the slave girl trapped within? Will she forever be bound only in a tavern collar or wandering alone through these halls that continue to draw her back? Why does she submit? Why does she strive to please? Why does she return again and again?
glances over towards One that has captured her imagination amidst the storms, despite the fear, stinging tears well up within sapphire gaze, long lashes lower quickly to hide lingering doubts, disappointment that she does not beg instead to belong only to One instead of to all, the lingering cruelty of temporary freedom within a bared throat toying with the unsure girl as she turns in the sands to face those that watch, defiant spirit presented even though the girl remains tattered within, chin tipping proudly to display lavish flesh of a graceful bared neck, insolent shake of crimson ribbons to trail over heated flesh as the lone sound of a distant flute drifts into the air
extends one slender leg forward slowly, smooth toes daintily pointed as the strum of the czehar sounds, back curving in a delicate arc, slender arms outstretched gracefully as supple form begins to twirl within the confines of an unknown barrier, even captured within its embrace and the gaze of those surrounding the bewitching beauty, she is like the wind dancing freely throughout an endless sky, basking in the false freedom of a collarless existence, the flare of fire-tinted strands flowing around curves and supple flesh like a blanket of molten lava, licking at exposed flesh like a thousand tongues of fire
loses herself in the sting of tiny grains of sand biting into tender flesh, the exaltation of stretching limbs and tight muscles, the kiss of the Gorean night basked upon exposed flesh even as the music turns, a steady low drumming marking the quickly approaching end of the lie she has created for her survival, marked trembling growing apparent in each turn upon the sands as she moves to run, to flee from the gazes that follow her every movement, from the feel of uncaring steel, from her own desires and slave heart that demand for her to fall to bent knees at his feet
startles suddenly, ocean blue eyes flashing, breasts heaving beneath stubborn breath, tiny fists clenched beneath with pent up rage, looking around as a wild beast ensnared in their trap, heart beating faster still as fear causes trembling hands to raise to bare neck, hiding it, reverberating screams rolling in tumultuous mind even as berry-stained lips refuse to form the words ... {I am free ... FREE!!}
captured and held by the sight of his eyes locked with sapphire gaze cast upon the One who has invoked this perilous confusion, barbarian heart stilled momentarily as she falls into the comfort of his presence and ever-watchful gaze and then gasps softly at the returning feel of beating pulse beneath slender fingers splayed over empty neck, the blood pounding and throbbing as it courses down the displayed wanton form before them, swallowing past her moment of weakness as spine straightens, false pride giving temporary courage to hold her head high, flushed face framed in soft copper curls that cascade in waves down bared back to settle in a gentle caress over ripened hips, eyes flaring with invitation to taste the untamable beast
