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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Taboo" data-source="post: 493036" data-attributes="member: 5912">It Began as a Moonlight Stroll.....Kierwin:After Thorin left, Kierwin tried to get her mind back on track, and back to the diary she had started. So much had happened, the kidnapping, finding Snap, the arguments between Minx and Turk, the Citadel, the mummy, that orb. She didn’t even know where home was from here, but she wasn't even sure she cared anymore. She wondered how Rowena was doing; she was frustrated that she hadn't been able to help her. The arguments with Minx and Turk bothered her most; Minx just wouldn't understand how much good and honor Turk had in his heart and in his soul. Kierwin could actually feel it.  Maybe it was the ties shared between Ehlonna and Pelor. She had prayed to Ehlonna to help settle her mind when she got to her room, she had so many questions.  Of course, even Ehlonna couldn't answer the biggest question on her mind......Turk:A few hours later, as the Sun was setting slowly and gloriously in vivid colors, Turk sauntered towards the back of the Boar's Inn.  His armor reflecting the brilliant but dying colors of the evening he looked up catching the vision of Kierwin in her bedroom window also looking out upon the sunset.  Raising his voice to be heard from the second story window "How is it that my eyes, so pleased to see Pelor's glorious sunset, have been drawn to an even more amazing vision of Grace and Beauty?"  Turk flashed his famous smile "Pelor shall surely grow jealous of your wanton beauty as you outshine even his magnificent sunsets."  Turk stopped below the window and looked up "Perhaps, if I am so lucky, you would grant me a moment or two of your time before dinner and join me in a stroll through the streets?"  He waved good naturedly indicating a general direction of travel his grin becoming a bit wider "For a bit of calm might help you digest your dinner better and my eyes shall have a feast of their own before the evening meal."Kierwin:Kierwin was sitting in the room she shared with Minx, the diary forgotten, while she was watching the most beautiful sunset she'd seen in years, when she saw a flash of the setting sun gleam off of polished metal below her window. Then she heard a familiar voice call out to her and she looked down. The sunset was reflected in his armor, and he looked even more handsome than he usually did. Turk's smile met her gaze and her smile lit up her face as she smiled back, unable to help herself. His compliments made her blush, and she knew that he could see it, even from where he stood. His offer of a stroll through the streets of Oakhurst was an offer she couldn't resist. "Of course, I would be more than happy to walk with you, I would welcome the chance to calm my thoughts, and to spend some time with you away from the others. If you would just give me a few moments to get ready, I will come down to meet you."She brushed her long hair, leaving it loose and changed into the emerald gown she had bought when they got to town. She took a deep breath, smoothed her gown, and headed down the stairs to meet Turk outside the inn. Maybe Ehlonna had found a way to soothe her mind, one way or the other. Turk:Turk's grin flashed "I shall count the moments as they shall drag by so slowly as if time has stopped, but I would happily wait all eternity for the chance to walk with one so fair in body and spirit as thine." He bowed to her as she disappeared from the windowsill.  Turk waited outside the front of the inn patiently for Kierwin.  He knew enough about women that they would take what time they felt they needed and not appear a moment sooner or later.  He glanced up and down the street out of habit from his days on patrol, always watching, always looking for trouble anywhere, everywhere.  After a few minutes the door to the inn barely began to move and Turk turned to face the opening door.  As it opened he let out a barely audible gasp of wonderment as he beheld what was truly a vision of beauty.  Everyone knows the Elven race is by far the fairest of them all and Elven woman are naturally beautiful.  But Kierwin was most beautiful even by Elven standards and Turk was sure that she was one of the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his entire life. Turk bowed lowly and waved his hand gracefully as he had learned at the charm school he had attended.  As he straightened, for the first time since they had met, Turk spoke in Elvish "Ehlonna, the Mistress of the Forest, must have chosen that emerald green to bathe you in herself as that gown does not simply clothe you but radiates your beauty as a rainbow radiates its glory over a meadow on midsummer’s day."  Turk's grin fairly beamed as he beheld the vision before him "But it is not just your outer beauty that shines but your inner beauty too that I can feel even from here; like the soft whisper of a light wind, carrying the first sense of a change in the weather.  Thus your inner beauty I too can sense and with it a calming change, a peaceful change, from haunts in a Sunless Citadel to" he paused and then he held out his arm, cocked for her to take his offered arm as he gestured down the city road with a nod of his head and a grin "to whatever sweet music that we wish to make together along this path of... who knows what this path holds for us?"  Kierwin:Many things about Turk had surprised her, few more than when he had spoken to her in her native language, she'd had no idea that he spoke it. Stunned when he actually spoke to her in Elvish, even his voice made her heart jump, just as his smile did, she actually paused for a moment to gain her composure, before she walked over to him as gracefully as her startled nerves allowed. She answered him in the same tongue. "You are much too kind, and compliment me so much more than I deserve. I knew that you were learned, but you continue to surprise me, I look forward to seeing just what other surprises you have hidden. Not only are you handsome, honorable, and chivalrous, you are intelligent beyond your years."  She smiled, knowing how much he liked her smile, and it was sincere. He was one of the most fascinating men she had ever met, and there was certainly something about him that called to her - something in his soul, she'd felt it the moment she'd met him. With that, she happily took his arm, still embarrassed by the compliments that no one had ever paid her before. She thanked Ehlonna for helping her find the emerald gown that afternoon, for it must have been Her, since it seemed to have been the only one the shopkeeper had that was even close to what she had been looking for, it matched her eyes perfectly, and it just seemed to have called her name.  She had managed to keep her voice from shaking when she saw him, the sun had set, but looking into his eyes, she could almost see the sunset reflected there, whether it was her imagination or Pelor, she didn't know. For the first time in weeks, she felt at peace. She carried only her Holy Symbol, she was never without it, but she trusted Turk in case of any trouble and didn't carry any of her weapons. She thought about what he said about whatever sweet music they wished to make together, and just had to decide what to say, or rather how to say it, and she didn't want to say it wrong, and appear to forward. She already knew what she felt and what she wanted. As they walked, she suddenly put her other arm on his and stopped him for a moment, her eyes searching his.  She had to look up, as he was quite a bit taller than she was. She could almost lose herself in those eyes, especially when he smiled. "Being with you right now, I feel peace and calm for the first time I can remember.  I can feel the good and honor in your soul, I can feel your faith in Pelor.  Let's find out what this path holds for us." Turk:Turk scanned the streets as he walked with Kierwin arm in arm.  He kept one eye on the lithe and curvaceous Kierwin and the other out for danger.  He knew he was responsible now for not only his safety but hers too and that was one duty he was not about to shirk or take lightly.  They had not gone far and had chatted about nothing in particular when suddenly Kierwin drew him to a stop and spoke tender words to him.  Turk was surprised by the conviction in her voice and he wondered deeply about this Elven beauty.   He wanted to respond to her.  He wanted to ask how she could have such outwardly amazing looks and yet even greater inwardly amazing beauty.  How was it that she was kind and generous and considerate when her friend Minx was so hateful and demeaning of others?  How was it that she cared for a Half-Orc, and now it seemed also a Human?  Were not Elves haughty and pretentious and considered all others beneath them?  Yet… Kierwin acted as if all were equals and were deserving of trust, honor, and a chance to do Good in the world.  Turk had met his share of those who considered themselves better then others because of whom they were born of or by the amount of money they had or land they owned.  Turk had turned his back on that old life of his and now, for the first time since he had found Pelor’s Grace and Strength he met someone whom it seemed shared his convictions. Yes, Kierwin was beautiful.  All Elves were beautiful and Kierwin was better then most Turk had seen in his life.  In the dim light of the moon Turk could see her emerald eyes sparkle against her silky white skin, her hair blow slightly in the breeze, and her emerald dress swish softly and so very slightly as it accentuated all the right parts of an amazing Elven figure.  Turk would have been drawn to this body no matter how he felt about Kierwin’s inner beauty.  But her matching inner strength was what destroyed all of Turk’s defenses.  Turk had no flanking maneuver, no back up defense to Kierwin’s clear, confident, and delicious smile.  This woman wanted one thing and Turk knew what it was; experience had taught him that.  And though he wondered about how he felt becoming involved with a fighting companion, about becoming involved with an Elf, about becoming involved with a friend of Minx, Turk still could not respond. Though a million questions filled his mind and a million thoughts skittered through his head only his instincts had the initiative to do anything.  Here in his arms was a gorgeous woman who wanted one thing and that one thing Turk wanted too right now more then anything.  Everything else be damned; come what may tomorrow, one thing was clear, and in regards to that Turk knew how to act.  Sliding his left arm from her grasp he slowly let his arms flow up hers until he grasped both her shoulders gently.  Towering over her he bent his neck “The path is ours to bend and shape as we wish, for we are in control for once of our destiny” he whispered.  Drawing closer to her with each word he spoke and gently lifting her with each breath he drew until there was nothing left between them but the melting of their lips upon another.  The soft, sweetness of a first kiss, stolen upon a moonlight walk; where peace reigned for once, amongst all the horrors of the Evil world around them.  And in the innocence of that first kiss, that seemed to go on forever; passions flame ignited and began to build. Kierwin:Kierwin was surprised at herself; she couldn’t believe how open she’d been with Turk. She had as much as told him what she wanted, and that was something she’d never done before. It wasn’t like she went around throwing herself at men, not elves or humans. What would he think? Well, for that matter, it was true, she had flat out made her intentions obvious, but what had gotten into her? There were so many reasons that it was wrong for them to be together, but there were so many other things telling her it was right.  Would the thought of Minx scare him off? She knew she could handle Minx, but she wished that Minx didn't hate Turk like she did. She knew that Minx would find out, there was no reason to try to hide it from her, Minx knew her too well.  Minx was her friend, but she didn’t rule her life.  Minx would understand, although she certainly didn’t plan to announce it to her, assuming anything did happen. Granted, Kierwin had grown up with a human foster brother, and had spent a lot of her life around humans, and that made Kierwin even more comfortable with humans than most elves were. That was how she’d learned so much about Pelor, and one of the reasons she’d become a Cleric. It had been a difficult choice for her to become a Cleric of Ehlonna or a Cleric of Pelor because of Gerald's father. Her love of nature and Ehlonna had won out in the end.She watched Turk’s eyes. She could tell that he was having a battle in his own mind. Had she been too forward? Was it too much to expect for him to be involved with a member of his own party? She’d thought about it and knew she could handle it during a fight, her training would win out, and whoever needed her would be who she helped when it came to it. She just prayed that nothing happened to Turk, he was special, no matter what happened between them tonight, it didn’t matter if they parted as friends and nothing more happened between them, although she wished for more from this. All of these thoughts crossed her mind in the split second that she watched his face. It was amazing what a person’s eyes could reveal. She almost wished that the moon hadn’t been shining, so that she couldn't see his face, but she couldn’t take her eyes off his, the moonlight on his face, held her captivated, even as her mind went over all the different thoughts. Then, her fears were calmed. She felt his arms slide up around her shoulders as he bent his head down toward her face. She tilted her head as he lifted her towards him. As their lips met, she forgot everything except the taste of him, the feel of him, her heart pounded, and as the passion inside her began to build, she wished it would go on forever.  Turk:Time stopped.  The wind halted.  The clouds froze in mid-air.  The world itself stood still.  Only Turk and Kierwin moved, breathed, felt, and inhaled each other.  Nothing else seemed to matter but her lips and his, her tongue and his, her mouth and his.   How long this lasted cannot be told but as their passion flared time was regained and the world could breathe again and the sky, wind, Earth, and plants came to life again.  Suddenly there was more then just their kiss.  But as their passions flared, even though the world moved again, they noticed not.  What they did notice was each other and how well God in his wisdom matched the male and female form.  Turk not only felt his flaming hot lips upon hers, his tongue entwined with hers, but his hands flowed upon her silky gown.  They roamed over her shoulders and traveled upon her back and climbed to her neck.  He pressed against her and his chest felt her heaving bosom, their waists and legs pressed against each other and as they kissed more passionately a fire enveloped them as a wild fire envelops a meadow.  Breathless, yearning for each other they literally tore at each other as their passion screamed from them like live steam under pressure. Only Turk’s armor saved them. Turk was literally ready to tear the clothes from Kierwin when he felt, more then remembered, his heavy armor about him.  As he realized he would need to get out of his armor to let the fire within him build even higher it suddenly dawned on him where they were; and it was not the place to ravish this magnificent Elven Lady.  Struggling with all his will he warily held her at arms length and gasped “Kierwin, I want you now with all my heart and ardor, but Milady; this is not the place to consummate the passion which fills us.”  Turk purposefully turned his head from side to side to remind Kierwin where they were.  As bold as Turk was he was not about to take Kierwin in the middle of an Oakhurst street no matter how deserted it was.  He spied just the establishment he required. “We are likely minded in what we want, and our purpose is as clear as the stars above but pray tell we must calm ourselves a bit until we can reignite this flame in a more secluded place.” Slowly he smiled, that charming grin, but now a bit of lascivious larceny tipped it and he nodded towards the Bed and Breakfast sign on the nearby building.  “I am sure they have a very nice room, one that would suit us very kindly for the next few hours as we” Turk gave her awesome body a meaning look “get to know one another much, much better.” Kierwin:Any doubts she’d had vanished, the only thing she could think of was him, and at this point she wasn’t really thinking about anything but the passion building inside her. That kiss, that wonderful, passionate kiss, she put her arms around his neck. The kiss could have gone on forever, as she opened her mouth and her tongue met his, it was one of the most powerful sensations she’d ever had. Yes, tonight they make their own destiny. Everywhere their bodies touched, it felt like fire. The passion was building, and she wished they’d been in one of their rooms right now. She’d forgotten where she was, not even thinking she was in the middle of the street until his words reminded her, and she followed his gaze.  Oh yes, she was ready to walk with him to his room, her mind and body were ready for that. She’d forgotten that neither of them had their own room. Her body had a mind of its own. The fire inside her screamed at her to satisfy it now, but her mind told her this was the wrong place.  No, she wouldn’t obey the fire inside of her, no matter what she did; neither she nor Turk would ever do something like that. Every part of her that could touch him was, but the feel of the armor was a problem.  She took several deep breaths to calm herself, for now anyway there was time enough to get to know each other better when they got to a room. Then, it would be safe to help him get out of that hindering armor of his. She answered him once she got herself under control, and could speak without her voice giving her away. “You are right, this is not the place to release the passion inside us, let us go over there and get a room and get to know each other better.” With that, she couldn’t help it, she reached up and caressed his face, like she’d wanted to for so long. Then offered him one last kiss before she took his arm so he could walk her over to the inn and to a room.  Only then did she actually notice how bright the stars and moon were that night. The moon glinted off his eyes and armor and that was all she could take.  His armor prevented more physical contact, but she was completely pressed up against him and she knew that he could feel her body pressed close to his, even though the armor prevented more intimate contact. Enough thinking, it was the embrace between them that counted and the walk to get a room. She enjoyed his company and enjoyed the night sky and the gentle breeze. It was a beautiful night, but even so, she could barely keep her eyes off of Turk. Every so often, she just had to steal another kiss, even if it was a short one. After that first one, she’d go crazy without another. She was in a hurry to get to the inn; it was definitely time to get him out of that armor! Turk:The short walk to the Bed and Breakfast was not only slow but also hampered by frequent stops.  Every few moments Turk stopped to taste Kierwin's lips upon his, to pull her close to him, to smell her, and feel her warmth.  She was amazingly attentive and Turk could tell that some pretty special lovemaking was coming over the horizon.  With one last kiss he brought her to the entrance of the inn and asked her to wait for him.  In just a few minutes he returned and took her up the back stairs to his room.  Turk had already quickly scouted out this safer and less obtrusive entrance.  He had done it out of habit, both from a military standpoint, and one from years of wenching too.  Ladies did not appreciate being dragged through a crowded room to a gentleman’s room; their honor suffered and thus so did their ardor. Turk quietly opened the door and peeked inside quickly just to make sure it was safe and pleasantly respectable.  Then he opened the door all the way and bowed as he motioned for Kierwin to step inside.  As she did he stepped in behind her and closed the door behind him. Kierwin:They finally arrived at the inn, but Kierwin certainly didn’t mind the delay, part of it was certainly her fault. She had more than lost herself in the moments spent lost both in Turk’s eyes and arms, and in the taste of him. It was the problem controlling the fire she felt inside her that had urged her on, but she knew that would be quenched soon enough. Thankfully, when they arrived, she didn’t have to deal with the stares of Minx or any of the other party members, Turk had already thought of that by bringing her here to this charming little place. Even here, he was a gentleman and opened the door for her with a bow, but once he stepped in and closed the door behind him, the feelings she’d managed to suppress on the walk here nearly overwhelmed her and she fought to keep her knees from buckling. She’d gotten a glimpse of the room, and the bed, but right now, her mind was too busy to even think about that, it was on him, and how the feelings that threatened to overwhelm her. To cover just how much he affected her, she stepped a little closer. She placed both hands around his neck, then moved one behind his head, tilting it gently toward her. She didn’t care anymore if it looked too forward of her now, he knew what she wanted. One more time, she looked up into those eyes that she always lost herself in, and stretching as tall as she could, offered him the most passionate kiss that she had in her, knowing that in spite of her best efforts that she was trembling, but by now, she didn’t care, she was right where she belonged, right where she wanted to be. Turk:Turk returned the kiss of Kierwin’s and noticed she was shaking.  As he kissed her tenderly and deeply his mind also considered the facts and overall situation.  He knew that Kierwin was in years much older then he, but he also knew that due to the long life of Elves they tended to be protective of their young and raised them much more slowly then in Human terms.  Also, Kierwin was a Cleric and chastity was very typical amongst most religions.  Finally, she was shaking as if a bit nervous.  So, Turk figured that as far as sexual experiences went this was, if not the first, then one of the first for Kierwin.  If she hadn’t been so aggressive he would have definitely thought the first time, but she was not acting shy and coy as most virgins do. Figuring then that Kierwin was not that experienced he decided to slow down and make this moment even more special.  This was no easy task for him.  Kierwin was beautiful.  Her wonderful smell filled the room.  Her figure was picture perfect and felt grand under his hands.  Turk’s base instincts wanted to take her clothes off right now and let his passion loose upon her.  But he knew deep down that was not the right method with Kierwin, at least not if this was to be a memorable night for her.  He had to put her first, as that was his way.  Definitely Turk wanted her to enjoy this night more then any other up to now and hopefully for many more lovers to come.  It was an issue of pride with him to be memorable and only a true love he figured could best him and maybe not even then. Turk now sure of how he wanted to proceed returned her kisses and tender caresses.  Slowly, without any obvious moves he guided her to the bed and eased her into a sitting position on it.  “Slowly, my passion flower” as he broke from her tender embrace “we have all the time we need, and it is better if we let our need for each other build even more.”  He turned and trying not to stumble in the dark moved to the desk where he fumbled for a candle and tindertwig he saw as he had entered.  The stick sputtered and came to life and then the candle flamed.  Turk adjusted it so that they had enough light to see by but not too much to cause embarrassment. Then easily, and without thought, he carefully began to remove his armor and weapon. “First I need to remove this metal barrier which keeps me from feeling your soft form before it bruises you from our embraces.”  Turk started to undress but was careful to keep his underclothes on as he removed his armor, the time for those to be removed had not yet arrived. Kierwin:After Turk gently sat her on the edge of the bed, he walked over and lit a candle. He had been so gentle, and taking things so slow that she finally quit shaking. She still didn’t know if she was shaking from nervousness or from the passion building up deep inside of her, or something that she couldn't yet identify. When he removed his armor, she almost walked over to help, partly from habit, but really from passion. But honestly she couldn’t have walked over there if she’d tried, her knees wouldn’t let her. He got out of his armor, but remained in his underclothes. She realized she’d been holding her breath, and forced herself to start breathing again. She sat on the edge of the bed waiting for him. Knowing what his kisses did to her, she couldn’t even begin to imagine what pleasures the night would bring. She sat patiently on the side of the bed, waiting for him to join her. Nervous, but at the same time filled with passion and anticipation.  Turk:Turk wished he had realized this was all going to happen tonight as then he could have planned it better.  Some wine, good food sent to the room, music, and candlelight; ah the best laid plans.  But he hadn’t known, so their sudden passion for each other would be all they had; he knew it would be enough. He returned to the bed and joined her soundlessly and began kissing her again.  Slowly, tenderly, with long lingering kisses.  She returned them in kind and with much fervor.  His hands roamed upon her shoulders, arms, back, neck, face, and hair.  Wherever they went they felt a smooth, silky, and athletic shape.   At the same time her hands could also roam now that his armor was removed and her touch electrified him.  She giggled slightly when he started nibbling on her ears, but once he started to bite her neck her breath became shallower and huskier.  After many minutes of his attention her soft moans started to fill the room and Turk became bolder.  He started to caress her bosom through her gown, and run his hands up and down her front from her neck to her thighs.  She gladly and eagerly accepted his caresses and her kisses became even more fiery.  Turk could hold back no longer as he desperately wanted to feel her soft skin so as he continued to kiss her he undid the laces to her gown.  Within a few seconds the laces were undone and Turk was able to pull the gown from about her shoulders and for the first time her ample, yet pert breasts were exposed.  Turk had to grin at himself for unlike many women who at this point might partially withdraw from shame Kierwin’s chest instead heaved as if proudly displaying itself and begging for his touch.  He was quick to fulfill her desire and his hands and soon mouth explored all her glory.  They then helped each other out of the rest of their clothes and in the dim candlelight their nakedness was there for both to revel in. The next two hours were intimate in a manner that could not be put in mere words. A bit breathless, entwined amongst each other, but momentarily satisfied the two grinned at each other like school children caught playing hooky on a gorgeous spring day.Turk chuckled “MiLady, that was most refreshing, completely fulfilling, and satisfying.  We must take many more walks together in the future” he teased her. Kierwin:Feeling like she had never felt before, and laughing at his teasing, not to mention liking the idea of more walks together in the future, she was rather exhausted. Kierwin was still laying entwined with Turk, her head on his shoulder. She could stay here in his arms forever. She took her fingers, at this point about all the energy she could manage, or so she thought, and traced it slowly down his chest and arms, not thinking about anything but him. She noticed a scar on the front of his left shoulder and felt pangs of regret that a man such as he would carry something like that with him for the rest of his life, but was thankful that it was the only one. She also noticed his perfect build, but of course, she’d noticed that long ago, he was perfect, muscular and well built, and she’d certainly never seen anyone who looked like him. Even through her exhaustion, she couldn’t help but kiss the scar she’d traced with her fingers, continuing down his chest and stomach. Still exhausted, and still grinning from what he said, saddened by what he must have gone through in his young life, she laid her head back on his shoulder. She stayed entwined with him, not ready to leave his sweet embrace. There was nothing she wanted more right now than to just be close to him for awhile. She didn’t care what anyone else thought, she’d deal with that when and if it came to it.  From the DM:   And so our two lovers settled into each other, basking in the comfortable afterglow. And drifted off contentedly to the kind of sleep that only easy lovers could know. Warm and peaceful in each other’s arms, neither one of them aware of the life they had just created together.Just as Pelor, the Sun, has shone down upon down upon Ehlonna, nature herself, bringing life and blossoming her fertility; so had it gone for these two lovers. Earthly followers of the oldest ongoing act of nature since the birth of the planet itself. Surely their gods would be proud. Meanwhile, in stark contrast to this scene of life and love, death was also at work in the world.  Upon the morrow the lovers would be in for another surprise. The cycle of life continues. For some Death is only the beginning.</blockquote>

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