The Game Of Tig

New Song Vid

Sat, 01 Dec 2007 05:31:21 GMT

Well, it's been a while but I finally have a new vid up. (Found I was out of practice at making these too :P )

The new vid is from Interview With The Vampire. The vid is called Claudia and is set to music by the Indigo Girls.

Here's the link to the vid:
http://www.thegameoftig.com/vids/claudia.zip

Lyrics to the song can be found here:
http://www.thegameoftig.com/lyrics/kidfearslyrics.txt

Hope you enjoy :)

Rock 'N' Roll :P

Sun, 06 Aug 2006 04:32:15 GMT

Just returned from band practice. Been a while since I last played drums in a band...6 years to be exact. I'm sure I'll feel it in the morning :P

We had a blast though. Ran through some cover songs by the likes of Jimi Hendrix, Stevie Ray Vaughn, The Black Crowes, Van Halen, AC/DC, The Beatles, and Tom Petty. Even worked on a couple of originals.

Already looking forward to the next practice :)

Rock on! :P

Young footy fan

Sat, 15 Jul 2006 20:41:31 GMT

He must have seen some of the calls at the World Cup :P

New Song Vid

Sat, 25 Mar 2006 21:02:37 GMT

Hi all.

I know it's been a while but I have a new vid up on the site. It is a LOTR/Faramir vid set to the song Missing by Evanescence. I hope you enjoy it :)

http://www.thegameoftig.com/vids/missing.zip

Love of all Times (20/?)

Sun, 05 Mar 2006 23:10:26 GMT

Title: Love Of All Times 20/?
Author: little___hobbit and Fin_Anwamane
Type: RPS
Pairing: Liv/Miranda
Rating: NC-17
Beta: Ourselves
Warning: Physical violence, abuse and rape described in later chapters not between the main pairing.
Disclaimer: This never happened. This was written in fun that's all.
Feedback: Yes please send to paddington-bear@web.de
or glorfindel@hornorfgondor.com
Archiving: The Angels Realm, others please ask.

Summary: A.U. An Egyptian Princess and her slave fall for one another and overcome the threats of their environment

Italics indicate thoughts

~~~~~
It was a feast the small village had not seen in years. Everyone had come, and as Vegeir had predicted to Nakhti, everyone had brought their share to the banquet. There was fish and pork, wild hare and pigeon, many different sorts of fruit, and sweet bakery as well for everyone to enjoy. Some of the men had brought their instruments and were now playing music to dance to as the feast continued.

Miranda gave Liv a loving smile from afar as she walked through the crowd, filling cups here and offering more food there while her love was surrounded by a rather large group of children, bombarding her with questions about life at the Temple and as a Princess. Over by the fire, her father had occupied Nakhti all for himself, showing off his newfound "son" to the other men of the village while they were chit chatting over a jug of beer.

Suddenly, Bebhim appeared out of nowhere before Miranda, taking the jug from Miranda's hands. "You are a terrible host tonight, my child", she chided with a wink and held up her hand when Miranda wanted to protest. "Yes, I know, you have been going around all day and made sure everyone's having enough to eat and drink, but what about your love?" Miranda blushed and lowered her head. "I know you won't be here forever; you will only have a few days here before you have to return to your duty." Miranda nodded, not knowing what to say. Bebhim glanced over to the Princess who was laughing gaily at something one of the children had said, "She looks like she's really free and happy for the first time in a long time. But she'll look even happier if you go over and ask her for a dance now. Go on, my child; show everyone how much you love her."

Miranda smiled and hugged her mother, careful not to spill the contents of the jug the other woman was holding. "Thank you, mama," she whispered, and then she turned around and slowly walked through the crowd towards the Princess amongst the group of children. As she walked, many pairs of eyes followed her, but she did not care. Here, the looks were none of suspicion or accuse, but of approval and happiness for her.

"Miranda, Miranda, did you know Liv has a marble bath that's all her own?" one of the girls crowed excitedly as she perceived her approaching, and Miranda laughed. "Yes, I know this. Now, will you let me have my love back? I would love to dance with you, Liv," she said turning and looking directly into Liv's eyes. "Dance with me, my love," she whispered and held out her hand to help Liv stand.

Liv looked up at Miranda, a loving smile on her face, as she offered her hand. Looking around at the children she took the offered hand and stood. "I would love to dance with you," she replied as she followed Miranda through the crowd to where other villagers were dancing. "This is a very lovely feast," Liv said over the crowd noise to Miranda, "But it will be even more lovely now... now that I have you in my arms," she added as she stopped Miranda and pulled her into an embrace in front of everyone.

Nakhti noticed them together and turned to Miranda's father, giving him a slight nudge in the ribs. The two men smiled as they watched the women begin to dance.

"I love you," Liv whispered in Miranda's native tongue, smiling at the surprised look on Miranda's face. Just then the music started up again and the two women began to dance. It wasn't long before others joined in and there was soon a line of townsfolk dancing and laughing together, all eyes still on Miranda and her love.

Nakhti and Vegeir laughed and started clapping their hands in time with the music; it seemed a good time was being had by all. Nakhti noticed Miranda's mother standing to the side watching and asked Vegeir for permission to dance with his wife. Once it was granted with a hardy slap on the back and a big grin Nakhti made his way to Bebhim. "May I?" he asked taking her by the hand and leading her into the crowd of dancers.

Seeing the huge grin on his wife's face as Nakhti danced with her, Vegeir laughed heartily and continued to clap his hands. Liv noticed them only a few feet away and pointed. "Looks like your mother is having a good time," Liv said to Miranda as she spun her and they bowed facing each other, as that was the steps to the dance they were dancing.

"Everyone is enjoying themselves," Miranda smiled, "The people of our village have never given in to sadness and depression, but I have to think back a much longer time than just ten years to remember such happiness as I see tonight, I think it was the wedding of Alexandra's eldest brother." She looked over to Nakhti and her mother dancing together. "I heard daddy call him 'my son'. Looks like I have a brother now," she said with a wink as she and Liv resumed their dancing. She felt lighthearted and happy, and the threat of Raneb's men chasing them was pushed into the farthest back of her mind at the moment. Right now, all that Miranda was feeling was happiness and love. The whole village was at the feast, and there was not one amongst them who did not love Liv and made her feel at home, quite the contrary; they had welcomed her love with open arms as one of their own.

Out of the corner of her eye, Miranda saw her father approaching and smiled, leaning her head against Liv's shoulder. "Can I steal your love for a dance, my dear?" he asked his daughter and bowed to Liv. Miranda laughed and nodded. "Will you do me the favor of this dance, my child?" Vegeir said to Liv, his blue-green eyes sparkling with joy and cheek just like Miranda's as he held a hand out to the Princess.

Liv smiled listening to Miranda's words as she spoke. When she heard Miranda mention a wedding an idea formed in her head. She did not know how long they could be together without her father finding them, but why not ask for her love's hand in marriage? She was shaken out of her thought when Miranda mentioned Nakhti. "Yes, it does look like you have a brother," Liv replied as she looked to Nakhti who seemed to be enjoying the dance with his new mother. She could see how happy everyone was and it made her warm inside knowing that everyone, including her love was having a good time this night. As Miranda's father approached Liv turned and smiled at him. "I would be honored to dance with you," Liv replied with a bow. She blew Miranda a kiss as the elder man took her hands in his and the two began to dance.

Miranda returned the blown kiss to her love and watched her dance with her father; she felt a warmth inside her that was not the usual heat of desire for her love, but one that came along with the feeling of love and safety. Miranda smiled softly and clapped her hands in rhythm to the music. She looked over to Nakhti and her mother and saw them laughing heartily at something. If only we could always be this safe and happy, but Raneb will never stop hunting us down, she thought sadly, but the doubt was soon shoved aside when one of the little boys tugged at her skirt.

"Miranda, dance with me!" he crowed happily, and Miranda laughed. "Of course I will dance with you," she said and took the boy's hands.

"You are a good dancer, Nakhti," Bebhim said with a smile, "And my husband tells me you are a good guard too. Thank you for keeping our daughter and her love safe, my son. But please, do also think of yourself," the elderly woman resumed, "I do not ask you to abandon them, but to also make sure that you are safe as well. We only found a son, don't let us lose you just as we met you. That is, if you want to be our son," she added softly.

Vegeir may have seemed to be sluggish and clumsy when he had appeared in the crowd this morning, but when he danced with Liv, he was moving about lightly and gracefully in time with the music. "I hope you are enjoying yourself, my daughter," he said just as the musicians changed the tune again, and he stopped, a bright smile appearing on his face. "Oh!" Vegeir exclaimed and looked into Liv's eyes. "Do you love my daughter, Liv? With all your heart? If you do, ask her for this dance," he said mysteriously and gave the Princess a small nudge.

"No thanks are necessary, I love them with all my heart," Nakhti paused. "Mom," he added with a boyish grin on his face. He, much like the Princess had hardly gotten to know his mother before she had passed away, so having a new mother meant the world to him. "I will be safe as well. You have my word," he said as he stopped dancing and gave the woman a hug.

Liv looked at Miranda's father. "Yes, I love your daughter with all of my heart," she replied as she bowed again slightly and turned to see Miranda dancing with the little boy. Giving Vegeir a smile she headed towards Miranda and began giggling at the sight of her love and the small boy dancing as she drew nearer. "Excuse me young man, but may I dance with my love?" she asked, bending over to be the same height as him.

"You can for a kiss," he replied. This brought an immediate laugh from Liv. "You drive a hard bargain," she said and leant in and kissed him on the cheek.

The boy blushed then ran away giggling, holding his cheek as Liv stood looking at Miranda, a big grin on her face.

"Shall we dance my love?" Liv asked as she took Miranda in her arms and they began to dance slowly to the music. As they danced Liv could not shake the thought from her mind that had come to her earlier.

"I must say," the little boy said importantly to Miranda, "You are my favorite dancing partner!" The woman tipped her head back and laughed out loud. "Well I am glad to hear this, my little friend!" she said and winked at him just as the song changed. Miranda looked up surprised, only to find Liv approaching her and her young dancing partner. She watched the interaction between her love and the boy with an amused smile, but also with a nervous tingle in her stomach. How does she know? But she can't know... it's impossible... and yet... God, what shall I do if she does...? Miranda simply nodded when Liv asked her for the dance and leant her head against the Princess' shoulder as they slowly moved to the music. She still could not believe they were dancing to this song. Miranda looked around and found her parents standing side by side, with Nakhti behind them, knowing smiles on their faces, and she blushed.

By the time the music was finished Liv felt she had built up enough nerve and held her hand up motioning for the band to wait before they began again.

Glancing around Liv could see the villagers looking at them, wondering what was about to happen. She caught sight of Nakhti from the corner of her eye and saw him nod as if he knew what she was about to do.

Fighting down her nerves, Liv reached out and took both of Miranda's hands in hers, looking her in the eyes. "My love," she began, only then realizing how loud the silence was, "Long have I yearned to find a true love, one with whom I feel eternally connected, one whom I feel I can spend the rest of my days with, to love and be loved by until I draw my last breath in this life." Liv stroked Miranda's hair gently. "My love, since the day I first laid eyes on you, you have had my heart. You have captured mind and are in my thoughts and dreams always. There is not a moment that passes without me thinking of you and longing to be with you, to hold you in my arms. I know, with all my heart that I can never love another and pray you share these same feelings." Liv knelt in front of Miranda and looked back at her love's blushing face. "My love, in the presence of your family and friends, with the Deities as my witness, I ask you: Will you marry me?"

The nervous tingle inside her grew yet stronger when Liv beckoned the musicians to stop and turned to look into her eyes. As her love spoke up and made her feelings for her known to everyone, Miranda gasped slightly and tears welled up in her eyes. This cannot be, she cannot know, no, she cannot, this is a tradition of our people, she cannot know! Miranda thought as she watched her kneel down in front of her. Liv's words seemed to come from afar and at the same time they were loud and clear. Will you marry me? The words echoed in her mind and she looked down at Liv while her brain was racing. Liv was asking her to be her wife, to spend the rest of their lives together! Oh yes, I want that! But what of... No. He won't get us. Never. Not now, not when she is about to be my wife.

Miranda grabbed Liv by the shoulders and gently made her stand up so they could look straight into one another's eyes. "With all the Deities as my witness, I swear that I do share your feelings. In fact, I do believe I have loved you even before we met, Liv," she said softly, "I believe in soul mates, and you and me, we are soul mates. Never have I come across a woman gentler, more caring and more beautiful than you are, my love. You are the essence of my life, the reason why I am. I cannot live without you and your love for me.

"You are the first thought in the morning when I get up, and the last when I go to sleep at night, and even in my dreams I am thinking of you only. Each second that we are apart, I feel incomplete, something inside me seems to be dying until I am back in your arms - the one place that I belong to."

Miranda reached up to cup Liv's face and pull her close for a loving kiss, gently brushing her tongue over the soft lips until they parted and she could let it slip inside. The sight of the two women kissing caused the surrounding crowd to murmur approvingly. Miranda's parents smiled happily and both gave Nakhti a squeeze as the kiss continued until they had to pull away to draw breath.

Locking gazes with her love again, Miranda smiled. "To answer your question," she said quietly though still loud enough for everyone surrounding them to hear, "Yes, I will marry you. No matter what comes, I will be yours forever." With this, Miranda pulled Liv close again for another kiss, with the crowd cheering on them.

Once the kiss was broken Liv looked at Miranda. "So, you said yes right?” Liv’s mind was racing and her heart was pounding. She thought she heard Miranda say yes and by the way everyone was reacting she was almost positive she did.

Throwing her head back, Miranda laughed heartily at her love's question. "Yes, my love, I did say yes!" she exclaimed and pulled Liv close to kiss her deeply as she spun her around. The crowd around them erupted into even more cheers at that; when they finally broke the kiss again, the two women found themselves surrounded by the villagers who all wanted to congratulate them. "I can't believe that you will get married before me!" Alexandra exclaimed brightly and pulled Miranda into a tight hug, kissing her soundly on the lips. Miranda blushed a deep shade of red but smiled happily and thankfully nonetheless. Alexandra laughed at her friend and turned around to Liv, "Come here, you!" she said brightly, and before Liv could react, she too got a kiss pressed onto her lips. Miranda laughed and slapped her friend's arm. "Now, now, Alexandra, let her live! You will scare and scar her for life."

"My kisses don't scar or scare people," Alexandra grinned and let the other villagers take over to congratulate, "They have other qualities, but scary is definitely *not* amongst them. Addictive, maybe..." She winked at someone standing behind her friend.

Miranda laughed again and shook her head, then she reached for Liv's hand and turned around to lead her away; she found her parents and Nakhti standing right behind them, the three faces beaming with happiness and pride, though the latter wore a suspicious flush on his cheeks. Miranda suppressed a giggle as she remembered Alexandra's cheeky remark just a moment ago and let herself be pulled into a tight hug by her father while her mother hugged Liv. "I guess that means we'll have to organize another feast real soon, hm?" Bebhim winked at the two women.

Liv could not believe the number of villagers that had surrounded her to offer their congratulations. She had feared that the reception they had received and the feast were just tokens of courtesy, but now it became clear to her that the villagers really did see her as one of their own, and not only because she had Miranda's love. Turning to Miranda she saw Alexandra kiss her, causing her to blush. They are so... intimate... I wonder what bonded them like this... But before Liv lost herself in her thoughts, her mind was suddenly jarred back to reality as Alexandra pressed a kiss on her lips as well.

"Oh!" Liv exclaimed as Alexandra broke the kiss and pulled away, feeling herself blush just like Miranda was. Quickly she looked to her love but she showed no sign of surprise and was joking already with the woman about the potency of her kisses. Liv let out a giggle as she followed Alexandra's gaze to Nakhti, whom was standing a few feet behind Miranda with her parents. Liv was fairly sure she could read what the guard was thinking just by the expression on his face. With an inward chuckle, she shook her head. He's got such a dirty mind... I think I need to have a word with him again.

When Miranda grabbed Liv's hand and ushered her to her parents Liv smiled politely at Alexandra as they passed. Once Miranda's mother pulled her into a hug, Liv felt tears of happiness spring from her eyes. She laughed at her future mother-in-law's words about yet another feast. "It does look like it, doesn't it," Liv said and hugged Vegeir now. "Mother... father," she said and smiled when it made the old couple's faces light up with pride and joy.
Just in that moment, the band started to play again, and Liv turned around to Miranda who was just being spun around by Nakhti. Once the guard set her down again, Liv stepped up behind her love and snaked her arms around Miranda's waist. "Care to dance with me, my future wife?" she whispered into Miranda's ear.

Laughing, Miranda wrapped her arms around Nakhti's neck as he spun her around. "I am so happy, my brother!" she said quietly to him when he finally put her down again and smiled brightly, "And I have a feeling that Liv and I won't be the only ones to find happiness in this village," she added with a wink and giggled when Nakhti's eyes darted over to Alexandra and back and he blushed once more. When Liv's arms snaked around her waist and she heard Liv's husky words in her ear, Miranda could barely suppress a shudder. She nodded slowly and turned her head to kiss Liv's cheek. "I would love to dance with you," she said and took Liv's hand again to lead her closer to the band while the villagers formed a wide circle around the fire to give them space for their dance. Miranda pulled Liv close, wrapping her arms firmly around the Princess' waist as they began to slowly move to the gentle music.

"You know, that song we danced to, when you asked me to marry you," she said quietly after a while, "I could not believe it when you asked me to dance to it. Do you know what it was?" When Liv shook her head, Miranda blushed and smiled. "Here in our village, we believe that those who dance this song together will get married. The elder call it Engagement Dance," she explained quietly, "That's why I was so especially surprised when you asked me for the dance."

On one of the sides of the small square that had formed for Liv and Miranda to give them space and some privacy to dance, Bebhim hugged Nakhti. "I am so happy for them both," she said with tears in her eyes. "But I fear that Liv's father will not approve of the marriage. For our people, it is normal to have couples of the same sex. Miranda is not the first. In fact, my husband's aunt was married to a most wonderful woman. But in your world?" she added sadly.

"Now, now, let us not think of these things yet," Vegeir said and gave her a gentle and yet firm squeeze, "For their sake. We should have faith in the Deities that your flight is over and you will be safe here. In fact, I do believe it from the bottom of my heart. Tomorrow I will call upon a council of the elder and discuss the matter with them. Maybe we can find a solution to the problem. But now is not the time to worry about anything of this at all. In fact, I think, you should go and ask this young beauty over there for a dance, before she explodes," he added with a grin and pointed over to the fire where Alexandra was standing, her eyes fixed upon Nakhti's tall figure.

Liv smiled as she looked at all of the smiling faces around them as they danced. "It was your father that suggested I dance with you at that moment," Liv admitted with a small blush as the two moved slowly to the music. "I was dancing with him at the time and he..." Her voice trailed off and she glanced at Miranda’s father with a smile, which he returned. Returning her eyes to Miranda she whispered, "I love you... for all times," and she gave her a gentle kiss.

Over in the crowd of people Nakhti placed a hand on Bebhim’s shoulder. "He is right. Let's not think of such things. There is a wedding to plan," he said smiling as he gave her a slight squeeze. ‘Now, if you will excuse me. There is a beautiful woman over here that I think needs to be rescued from exploding,” he added with a wink and turned to walk to Alexandra.

As she heard her love's words, Miranda blushed even more and looked around to her father who grinned widely at her. Shaking her head in disbelief, she turned back to Liv and smiled softly. "I love you too, Liv. For all times," she agreed and returned the kiss just as gently.

Love of all Times (19/?)

Sun, 12 Feb 2006 14:51:37 GMT

Title: Love Of All Times 19/?
Author: little___hobbit and Fin_Anwamane
Type: RPS
Pairing: Liv/Miranda
Rating: NC-17
Beta: Ourselves
Warning: Physical violence, abuse and rape described in later chapters not between the main pairing.
Disclaimer: This never happened. This was written in fun that's all.
Feedback: Yes please send to paddington-bear@web.de
or glorfindel@hornorfgondor.com
Archiving: The Angels Realm, others please ask.

Summary: A.U. An Egyptian Princess and her slave fall for one another and overcome the threats of their environment

Italics indicate thoughts

~~~~~
Slowly Liv removed her hand from between Miranda's legs and grasped her love's gown. "You won't be needing this my love," she whispered as she began to pull it upwards over Miranda's slender body. Once she had it removed she dropped it to the floor and gently pushed Miranda back to sit on the edge of her bed.

Giving her a lusty look Liv removed her own gown and dropped to her knees at Miranda's feet. Placing a hand on each of her love's knees she pushed them gently apart as she lowered her head and began to lap gently at the sensitive flesh of Miranda's inner thighs.

Miranda's eyes gleamed as she let Liv push her backwards to sit on the bed; with a smile she thought back to when they had made love the first few times, how timid and shy and insecure Liv had been... how worried that she might do anything wrong. But all of this insecurity was gone now; Liv and she were equals in every possible way, and most of all, when it came to making love and pleasuring one another. As Liv removed her gown, Miranda murmured softly, "So beautiful," and reached a hand out to run her fingers lightly over the exposed body before her. Her breathing hitched when Liv slowly dropped to her knees before her and she stared into the sparkling blue of her love's eyes as if hypnotized.

Tangling her hand in Liv's hair as the other woman slowly pushed her legs apart, Miranda shifted a bit forward, completely exposing her nether region to her love, offering herself to the beautiful woman to do with as Liv pleased. When the Princess began brushing her tongue over the flesh of Miranda's inner thighs, the golden-haired woman gasped and unconsciously tightened the grip of her hand in Liv's hair.

Liv moaned against Miranda's flesh as she felt the fingers tangling in her hair. Making her way higher she brushed her tongue lightly over her love's entrance before moving back down and resuming the teasing on her thighs. As she continued the kissing and nibbling her hands began to move slowly up and down her love's legs, the nails lightly scraping her flesh.

Whimper-moaning softly as Liv licked at her entrance, Miranda was torn between lying back on the bed and just enjoying what her love was doing to her on one hand, and remaining in the sitting position as she was to watch the sexy display of Liv kneeling before her and teasing her on the other; both options were equally tempting to her. Liv's fingernails scraping over her thighs quickly tore her out of her thoughts though and she replied to the sweet torture with a soft hiss. "God, Liv..." Miranda whispered and spread her legs further, rolling her hips in mute invitation for her love.

Raising her head Liv gave Miranda a lusty, almost evil grin. "Lay back on your bed for me," she whispered. "Put your head there," Liv added motioning towards the head of the bed where Miranda's pillow was. "And close your eyes," she added as she bit her lip and her breathing became more rapid, the mental image of what she was about to do to Miranda racing through her mind.

Miranda gulped and looked at Liv questioningly; the grin on her love's face made her heart skip a beat, but she did as she was told, slowly leaning back and shifting until she lay as Liv had asked her too. "What have you planned for me, my love?" Miranda whispered huskily and licked her lips as her eyes fluttered shut.

Liv continued to smile at Miranda as she lightly traced her fingers across her love's beautiful chest, teasing both of her breasts. "You will see my love," she whispered.

Reaching down under the edge of the bed Liv pulled out a wooden box she had noticed when she first dropped to her knees. It was full of several old scarves. With a grin she took one of the scarves out, a very dark colored one. Glancing up to make sure Miranda still had her eyes closed she found her love still lying there, eyes closed just as she had asked. Moving over Miranda, Liv raised the woman's head slightly and wrapped the scarf around it, covering her eyes snugly before tying it behind her head. "Can you see me?" Liv asked breathing heavily as her hand snaked down to take another scarf from the box.

Miranda's breathing became more and more ragged with every passing moment that she felt nothing but the feather-like touches of Liv's fingers to her breasts. When Liv pulled back, Miranda whimpered, already aching to feel Liv's hands on her body again. Trying to steady her breathing, Miranda listened attentively to the sounds surrounding her to maybe find out what Liv was doing, but she could not make sense of the strange noises she heard. It sounded like wood scraping over the ground... Despite she was dying to know what Liv was doing, Miranda forced herself to keep her eyes shut and let Liv have her way.

When she felt the cool fabric over her eyes, Miranda gasped softly, her desire and need to make love to Liv growing so strong it almost hurt her physically. She had had no idea that Liv would love *these* things... But then, she had made sure they were going slow so Liv could get used to all of it, to the making love with another woman... though Miranda now realized that there had been never been the need to go slow.

When the scarf was securely tied in place and Liv pulled back again, Miranda whimpered and opened her eyes, but she could not see anything except for a blurry shadow against the dark that she guessed to be Liv. Unable to speak, she shook her head and writhed on the bed, eager to know what Liv would do next.

Taking out another scarf, Liv tied one end around Miranda's right wrist then raised her love's hand above her head and tied the other end of the scarf around the post on the headboard. Lowering her head she flicked her tongue slowly across one of Miranda's nipples as she grabbed another scarf.

Raising the scarf she slowly let the tip of it drag against Miranda's stomach and up her body, between her breasts before she tied the other wrist in the same fashion to the other side of the headboard. Once it was secure she lowered her head to Miranda's other breast and teased that nipple as well. "Do you still trust me?" Liv asked in a husky whisper, wanting to make sure Miranda was alright with what she was doing before she continued.

For a split second Miranda stiffened up when Liv tied the scarf around her wrist. For ten long years, it hadn't been pleasurable at all to her when scarves had been used... But the fear retreated into a more distant corner of her mind and made way for other feelings, much more comfortable and pleasurable as Miranda remembered *who* was with her. This was not Raneb, nor any of her other past masters. This was Liv, her beautiful love, the sweetest, gentlest and most wonderful woman she had ever known... Never would Liv hurt her... Miranda's pulse was racing, making the vein at her neck pulsate rapidly. When Liv was done, she tugged experimentally at the scarf, still feeling somewhat insecure and nervous, but when she felt her love's tongue hot and slick against her aching nipple, Miranda gasped and bucked nevertheless.

As she felt Liv reaching for her other hand, Miranda was tempted to pull back the hand, to not let Liv have her way... but she remembered how Liv had trusted *her* when she had introduced her to the wonders of giving and receiving pleasure with the mouth... Miranda forced herself to calm down and not let her love see her inner battle. As Liv's lips once more descended on her tingling skin Miranda sighed softly and arched into the touch. Feeling Liv so close and yet be unable to touch her, to feel her, was more arousing than Miranda had thought. Even in the past, before she had gone into slavery, with her old lovers, *this* had never felt as good before, and at the same time it had never been more torture than it was to be restrained from touching her love.

The longer Liv's tongue swirled around her aching nipple, the smaller her fear got until it was gone completely and she was reduced to a panting, writhing mass of heated, sweat-covered flesh. When Liv whispered, Miranda jerked her head into the direction from which her love's voice had come. It took her a long moment to register the husky question, but when she did, she understood at once what Liv was intending on. Gulping hard, Miranda lay still for a moment and listened to her thoughts. She did trust Liv, trusted her with her life, but... did she trust *herself* enough to go through with this?

Pictures of Raneb flashed before her inner eye, holding a scarf in his hand and a feral grin on his face. She didn't remember what he had whispered but it had been enough to break her resistance for good *that* night... Miranda chewed on her lips as the fear and lust inside her continued their battle until at last, one side won and the other vanished into thin air.

"I will always trust you, I trust you with my very life, my love," Miranda whispered a little shakily, "Just... go easy and slow on me." With this, she spread her legs and gave herself completely over to Liv and the pleasure that she knew her love would give her in return for her trust.

"Don't worry my love, I will go slow and easy on you," Liv replied as she positioned herself between Miranda's legs. Sliding an arm under each of them Liv lifted them over her shoulders and began to kiss around Miranda's entrance. Slowly she worked her kisses over to the woman's tender folds before parting them and slowly taking the swelling bud into her mouth.

Miranda smiled thankfully into the direction from which Liv's voice had come and gasped as she felt the heat from Liv's body against her thighs, telling her that her love was now crouching between her legs. Immediately, the mental image of Liv sitting there flashed before her eyes and she moaned wantonly. Her hands fisted around the soft fabric of her restraints as Liv lifted her legs and thus made her raise her hips.

A strange noise somewhere between a whimper, a moan and an incoherent murmur escaped her lips as Liv started raining kisses onto her sensitive flesh, her hot breath brushing over Miranda's entrance, making her shudder. The noise turned into a soft cry of her love's name and she began tugging at her restraints when Liv's lips – surprisingly although expected – closed around Miranda's bud.

Liv began to swirl the tip of her tongue across Miranda's bud, moaning as she rather enjoyed the pleasure she was causing her love. Slowly she slid a finger inside Miranda's slick entrance and began to work it in and out in unison with the movements of her tongue. As Miranda squirmed and bucked against her Liv slowed her pace a little; she had more plans for Miranda and didn't want this to end before she could see them to fruition.

"Oh God!" Only the fact that her arms were tied to the headboard kept Miranda from jerking up; instead, she closed her hands tighter around the scarves, fingernails digging into her palms until she was almost drawing blood. She was still a little too scared to completely let go, but each passing moment, each swirl of Liv's tongue around her bud, each thrust of her slender finger into her made it harder for her not to.

Her hips rolled of their own accord, writhing down on the intruding finger inside her trembling body and the tongue teasing her throbbing bud. When Liv slowed down, Miranda managed to relax again and loosened the grasp of her hands around the scarves though she was still not letting go completely, neither of her restraints nor of her fear.

No matter how hard Miranda tried to hide it, Liv still sensed her love's nervousness. A pang of guilt hit her as she tried hard not to think of what could have caused her love to be so scared of this, but her father's face kept popping up in her mind. She *had* seen slaves tied to his bedstead, not only with soft scarves but even with hard, iron chains... Liv gave herself a mental shake. No! Stop thinking about this, you are *not* your father! she chided herself, Think about her, help her, help her forget and relax!

Releasing Miranda's swollen bud from her mouth and withdrawing her finger Liv raised and slowly crawled upwards. As she made her way up the beautiful body below her she rained kisses on the soft white skin until she reached her love's breasts. Stopping her movements she gently closed her hand around one of the soft mounds and leant forward to take the dark nipple in her mouth. Languidly she let her tongue swirl around the taut bud, scraping her teeth gently over it causing Miranda to moan and whimper in pure need.

Liv could not help but smile when she noticed that Miranda's scared trembling seemed to decrease, but she did not stop to go back to what she had been doing before; instead she reached for Miranda's left breast and gave it the very same attention as she had just given her right. Ever so gently she tugged at the nipple with her teeth and immediately ran her tongue over it again to soothe the worried flesh. Her whole body was screaming to stop the slow teasing and go faster, but Liv bravely ignored this urge and resumed her slow caresses, though she kept a watchful eye on Miranda's reactions, eager not to miss the slightest sign of discomfort her doing was giving her love.

After long moments that had her own body aching with lust Liv finally let go of Miranda's breasts and slowly moved further up, once again raining countless kisses all over the glistening skin. Stopping with her mouth just mere inches from Miranda's she let her tongue slip out and began to trace the outline of her love's lips with it. With a mix of relief and lust she registered Miranda's tongue darting forward and brushing against Liv's. Slowly Liv moved her tongue, gently tapping it against Miranda's a few times before sucking it into her mouth and swirling her own tongue around it. It was obvious Miranda was still nervous and scared, but by far not as much as she had been when Liv had first tied her to the bed as she eagerly returned the Princess' kiss.

Pulling back to catch her breath Liv looked at Miranda and raised her hand to caress the woman's cheek. "I love you," she whispered before leaning back in to kiss Miranda deeply, letting her tongue slip inside her love's mouth this time, where it began swirling rapidly around Miranda's until she needed to fill her lungs with air again. Carefully studying her love's face, Liv ran her fingers lightly over Miranda's cheek again. "Are you alright?" she asked softly when she noticed a slight tremble, "If you are uncomfortable, we can always stop. I just want you to always feel good with me. Do..." She hesitated and chewed on her lower lip, "Do you want me to release the restraints?"

Miranda uttered a disappointed murmur when Liv broke the kiss; every kiss Liv had placed on her body, each lap of her tongue, each scraping of her teeth, the sucking of her mouth at her nipples... the combination of all that had lulled the fear raging inside her until it had retreated into a distant corner of her mind where it was still growling slightly.

But no matter how big the fear inside her was, something else was even more dominant, and that was her lust which had grown in the same proportion as the fear had decreased, and it was clearly visible as Miranda's whole body was covered with sweat. In addition, her inner thighs were covered with a silken sheen of her juices, and her breathing was coming in ragged pants. Miranda craned her neck to find Liv's lips again and sighed happily when she felt them descend on her mouth once more, thrusting her tongue forward into the wet heat of Liv's mouth and lavishing the sweet, unique taste only her love had. When she felt Liv's hand close around her breast once again and gently knead the aching flesh, she moaned softly into the kiss and arched her back into the touch.

"I am al..." Miranda began when they broke the kiss after long moments but stopped herself. She knew that she could not fool Liv no matter how hard she'd try. "I won't deny I am scared," Miranda whispered at last, "But... I do feel good with you... *This* feels good... The Deities know how much I love you doing this... I..." She stopped again and took a deep breath. As much as she couldn't deny that she was scared, there was also no denying that she didn't want this, didn't want to have Liv have her way with her... Suddenly an idea popped into her mind. This could work...

"No, you don't need to release me," Miranda said softly, "As much as I am scared, I *want* this, I want you..." She stopped and moaned at Liv pressing a kiss to her collarbone. "I... Will you help me let go? Lose my fear? Will..." She paused and chewed on her bottom lip.

"If I told you what to do to me, would... would you do that?" Miranda whispered and anxiously waited.

Liv's breath caught in her throat and a soft moan escaped her lips. She was not going to pressure Miranda into this if it was not what she wanted. In fact she was about to untie her but the words Miranda just spoke, the question Miranda was asking her brought a new sensation of arousal over her. It sparked her interest and she wondered what her love had in mind.

"Of course I will do what you ask of me." Liv whispered in response at last as she ran her hand slowly down the length of Miranda's body.

Miranda let out the breath she'd been holding in relief and smiled softly. "Thank you," she said in a barely audible whisper into the direction from which Liv's voice had come and braced herself for what was to come.

"Come here, my love," she whispered then in a sultry, seductive voice, shivering when she felt the mattress underneath her shift as Liv crawled slowly closer. "Now, we will start slow, for both of us," Miranda said, struggling hard to ignore the sexy scent of her love filling her nostrils as Liv leant in, "I want you to kiss me... Kiss me like you wanted to kiss me that afternoon by the river."

Liv looked down at the beautiful face below her and put her hand to the woman's soft cheek. Gently she turned Miranda's head towards her a little before lowering and kissing her. Gently at first but as her tongue slipped inside her love's warm wanting mouth Liv deepened the kiss and became more aggressive, letting her tongue swirl around her love's as her hand tangled in Miranda's long golden hair.

After what felt like an eternity Liv pulled back slightly to catch her breath and nibbled softly at Miranda's bottom lip before kissing her deeply once more.

A soft moan escaped Miranda as Liv's tongue slipped deep into her mouth and brushed against her own and over teeth and gums while her hand tightened in her hair. The aggressive passion with which Liv was kissing her quickly infected Miranda too, and she hungrily sucked at the intruding tongue and nibbled at the soft, full lips as she lost herself in the kiss. Her head was spinning with happiness and desire as Liv continued to kiss her as if their very lives depended on this shared intimacy.

When her lungs began to ache from the lack of oxygen, Miranda pulled away with a reluctant murmur. "God, Liv..." she panted, wishing her hands were free to feel her kiss-swollen lips. "You surely know how to take my breath away with your kisses," Miranda said and licked her lips, "But now it's my turn to take *your* breath away. Straddle me, please," Miranda said softly, "And lean over me so I can reach your breasts with my mouth."

Liv smiled lustily at Miranda; although her love couldn't see her she was sure Miranda could sense her need as well as Liv could hers. "Oh!" Liv moaned as she straddled Miranda and her entrance came in contact with the smoothness of her stomach.

"My love," Liv whispered as she leaned forward and touched a nipple to Miranda's glistening lips.

Sighing happily, Miranda opened her lips and gently sucked the taut bud into her mouth, causing her love to moan and press her breast closer against her lips. With an appreciative sigh Miranda opened her mouth further and scraped her teeth over the soft flesh. She took her time in swirling her tongue around the erect nipple and gently nibbling at it, enjoying the way Liv reacted to her caresses. She gasped as she felt Liv grind against her and sucked harder at the nipple in her mouth.

Moaning louder Liv continued to grind against Miranda's stomach, which was becoming rather slick from the juices flowing from Liv. Bracing herself on one hand Liv moved the other to knead at the breast Miranda was suckling, her fingers caressing the tender flesh pressed against Miranda's lips.

Liv let out an incoherent murmur as she fought hard to hold back the orgasm she felt slowly building inside her. I want this to last, I need this to... Her own thought was interrupted as Miranda bit down on her nipple jarring her back to reality with another lusty moan. "Please!" Liv breathed as her writhing on Miranda's stomach increased.

Although she felt Liv nowhere near her groin, Miranda felt herself more and more affected by her love's noises and by the way she was grinding and writhing against her body; but she also felt that Liv was even more affected by all this. She let the nipple slip from her mouth and pressed a gentle kiss against the smooth skin of Liv's chest instead, deciding on the next step and waiting patiently until she noticed Liv's breathing somewhat even out.

"Are you ready for my next request?" Miranda asked huskily, although that was a purely rhetorical question; she could hear it in the way Liv's breathing shuddered and her love continued to writhe against her stomach.

"Lay beside me," Miranda said softly when she got a soft moan as an answer, "And then... pleasure yourself the way you would want me to pleasure you... and describe to me what you are doing."

Liv's mouth went completely dry upon hearing Miranda's words and a small trimmer of excitement ran through her as the thought of this excited her immensely. With a final grind against Miranda's stomach Liv rolled off of her love and lay beside her. "As you wish," she replied as she spread her long legs.
"First," Liv said as she put a leg over Miranda's, "I would have you tease my breasts with your mouth, you would swirl your tongue around my nipple before sucking it into you mouth and making me tangle my fingers tightly in your beautiful golden hair," Liv continued with a moan. "I am caressing both of my erect nipple now, rubbing my fingers slowly around them, imagining it to be your mouth and fingers pleasing me," Liv whispered with much lust in her voice as her leg moved slowly rubbing up and down Miranda's.

Another moan escaped her lips as she inserted a finger inside herself.

"And then... Ohhh... and then you would trail kisses down my body until you reached my thighs," she added with a hiss as she scraped her fingernails inside her own legs. "Oh my love!" Liv exclaimed. "Then you would begin to tease my bud, like I am doing now with my fingers. Slow circling motions. Oh, yes. That is it my love. Don't stop. It feels so good," Liv breathed heavily as she writhed against her own hand. "Then you would lower your head and please my bud with your tongue. You would suck it in your warm mouth, much like you did my nipple. You would scrape it with your teeth," Liv let out another loud moan as she scrapped her swollen bud with a fingernail. "Then you would slowly insert a finger inside me, like I am doing to myself now... Oh my love," Liv whispered as she closed her eyes and bit her bottom lips as she writhed and squirmed beside Miranda.

Miranda tipped her head back and closed her eyes behind the scarf, her senses focusing solely on hearing what Liv was about to say and do to herself. Before her inner eye, she could picture Liv perfectly, sprawled out on the sheets, writhing like a cat under her own hands caressing the soft white skin, wandering down between her legs... Miranda moaned softly and began writhing herself, increasing her efforts when she felt Liv's leg over hers.

Her fingers itched and ached, the yearning inside her to feel Liv's body underneath her fingertips almost driving her insane. "Yes, my love, that's it," she whispered and repeatedly licked her lips, "That's exactly what I would do... I would cover your body with kisses..." Miranda smiled when her words made Liv's breathing hitch, "Lick away the sweat that covers your skin... God you taste so good..." She arched up from the bed, surprised at how much her words affected herself too, "And my finger inside you... so hot... so wet... so... nghhhh..." Miranda answered Liv's gasp with one of her own and shuddered. "Thrust deeper, my love," she whispered throatily, "Faster..." Although Liv's hands were nowhere near her, Miranda could almost feel them on her own body, between her legs, rubbing over her throbbing bud, fingers gliding easily into her body, thrusting deep into the slick heat, and she gasped loudly. "Don't stop now, don't..." Miranda whimpered and chewed on her lower lip as she continued writhing and bucking against the imaginary hand at her own entrance, "Please yourself for me... Just like I would please you... Like you would please me... Liv!" Miranda cried out as she heard an especially lustful moan from her love, indicating Liv had found her sweet spot. "God, don't stop, please..." Miranda whispered and gulped hard, "But... let me see you... Please, I want to see you please yourself..."

Without stopping her finger from delving in and out of herself, Liv reached a shaky hand over and pulled the scarf down that was covering Miranda's eyes. "Is this what you want?" Liv whispered with another moan as she arched against her own hand between her legs. Her other hand moved to her breast and began to knead at it and tease the nipple. "I'm so close," Liv added as she stared hungrily into Miranda's eyes, "So close."

When the scarf was pulled from her eyes, Miranda was at first blinded by the light and she blinked. She turned her head into the direction from where Liv's voice had come, and soon, the blurry vision made way for her love, her sweat-covered skin glistening in the light, the black hair clinging damp to her lust-filled face. Seeing Liv drive herself down on her own hand and caressing herself the way she did, only enhanced the sensations going through her own body, and she began rolling her hips in time with Liv's thrusts; her heart beat loud and fast, hammering in her chest as she neared completion without having even been touched in her private region yet, and still, as she watched Liv please herself, she was speeding towards the point of no return along with her love as they writhed in unison on the bed, so close to one another and yet unable to touch...

"Oh yes," she whispered and nodded ever so slightly, "This is what I want... Please yourself for me... Imagine it were my fingers... so deep inside you..." Letting go of her restraints, Miranda flexed her fingers and curled them up just like she knew Liv's fingers were curled inside her body, brushing over her sweet spot with each inward thrust. "Imagine it were my body your fingers are inside of... Oh God!" Miranda bucked helplessly as her own words seemed to overwhelm her and she saw Liv's eyes roll up as the climax reached for her, "God, Liv, please..." With a whimper she tugged at her restraints, going insane with want for her beautiful love beside her.

Without a single word Liv quickly withdrew her fingers and turned, moving to straddle Miranda. She was on the very edge of her climax and she felt Miranda was as well, but she wanted to share this special moment with her love. Rapidly she buried her face between Miranda's legs and thrust her fingers deep inside her love as she shucked the throbbing bud before her into her mouth where her tongue rapidly began swirling on it.

Lowering her own entrance to Miranda's wanting mouth Liv could feel the heat of her love's breath on her damp skin and a shiver of pleasure swept through her. Her fingers began to move rapidly in and out of Miranda, finding her sweet spot and raking over it with every thrust.

"Wha..." Miranda said surprised when Liv suddenly sat up, but before she could say or do anything else, Liv was on top of her, her entrance glistening invitingly before her face, and she felt both her love's mouth around her bud and her fingers thrusting deep into her trembling body. "Liv!" Miranda cried out and arched her hips against the intruding fingers as she lifted her head with effort and hungrily brushed her tongue over the glistening sheen of Liv's juices. The taste of her love's sex alone nearly pushed her over the edge, and with another loud moan, she closed her lips around Liv's bud, sucking hard at it and scraping her teeth over the sensitive flesh. In response, Liv nipped at her bud and brushed her fingers even more intensely over her sweet spot, making Miranda tip her head back to gasp and hiss in sheer pleasure.

Liv's moaning became louder and soon turned into a steady low hum as she drove her fingers inside Miranda as deep as she could. Raising her head she screamed loudly, "My love, come with me!" She then lowered her head once more and sucked Miranda's bud back into her mouth as she felt herself reach the point of no return and her body began to tremble slightly as the first wave of pleasure started to overtake her.

Miranda could feel and taste the closeness of Liv's orgasm, as her love kept grinding harder against her hungry mouth and her juices were flowing more rapidly than ever, all of which brought her closer to the edge too; and Liv's constant humming against her entrance, sending vibrations all through her body, only added to it all. With an appreciative murmur, she parted the soft folds of her love's entrance with her tongue, eager to bring Liv to a powerful orgasm, and slipped it deep into the slick heat of her love's body. What she had not expected was how much closer to the edge the feel of Liv's body convulsing around her tongue would affect her, especially in combination with the fingers scraping over her sweet spot and the hungry mouth sucking eagerly at her bud was bringing her. Tipping her head back again, Miranda whimpered and arched and bucked, tugging even more desperately at her restraints than ever before as the world started spiraling around her. "Yes, yes, yes!" Miranda screamed and closed her mouth around Liv's entrance again, sucking hard.

Liv's entire body tensed and she raised her head and let out an extremely loud cry as she began to shudder. She could feel her juices breaking free as her climax hit so strong and hard her eyes closed and she gasped for air. As the pleasure continued to sweep through her she found she was able to move again and lowered her head once more between Miranda's legs to taste her love as she was swept over the edge as well.

The loud, wanton cry her love uttered and the way her whole body arched against hers was the final straw that Miranda had needed to let go as well. She stopped struggling against her restraints and her toes curled up as the world came crashing down on her, sweeping her over the edge into a violent orgasm that took all self-control from her. Tears of happiness sprang to her eyes as her own exclamation of lust and love mingled with Liv and her world was filled with nothing but the pure pleasure this moment was giving her.

A new sheen of sweat appeared on her body from both the excitement of the moment and Miranda's efforts to extend the moment for as long as possible for both of them by clenching her muscles around Liv's fingers and continuing to suck and lap at her love's entrance until she felt her love's climax subside. Miranda sighed softly and shuddered when Liv withdrew her fingers from her body. She felt boneless and utterly spent and sated, but she could not remember many moments that she had been happier before. With a content murmur she finished cleaning her love's entrance from their sex and teasingly nuzzled the dark curls framing Liv's nether region. "I love you so much," Miranda said and pressed a kiss on each of Liv's inner thighs, "That was so wonderful... but now, please release me, I want to hold you while I kiss you some more."

Liv struggled to catch her breath. Her hair was plastered to her face and she had collapsed face down still straddling Miranda. "I...I will..." Liv panted as she pushed herself back up and crawled off of Miranda.

Slowly and breathlessly she crawled to the head of the bed and untied Miranda's wrists from their silk restraints, kissing each one in turn as she pulled the fabric from the red flesh.

At last she collapsed beside Miranda and draped an arm over her love's chest. "I love you more than I have the words to express." Liv said as she kissed Miranda's shoulder.

Immediately, Miranda pulled Liv close, the ability to take her love in her arms and hold her filling her with an indescribable happiness. Gently cupping Liv's chin, she made her love look up into her eyes. "And I love you more than I can ever say," Miranda whispered and planted a soft kiss on her love's lips, "And nothing will ever change this... You are the love of my life... you are my very *life*... I..." She trailed off as she saw tears well up in Liv's eyes and leant in to kiss them away, then she trailed her lips all over the beautiful face to find Liv's mouth for another kiss, deeper this time, full of the love she felt for the dark-haired woman in her arms. "You are exhausted," Miranda teased with a slight grin when she pulled back and found her love struggling to keep her eyes open, "I wonder why?"

Liv smiled at Miranda with heavy eyes. "I think you know why," she responded in a whisper as she cupped one of Miranda's breasts and gave it a small squeeze before closing her eyes.

With a chuckle, Miranda kissed the top of Liv's head and picked the blanket up from the floor, where it had landed sometime during their lovemaking, to cover their bodies with it. "Yes, I do know why," she said, unable to resist, "Because you are insatiable." Miranda laughed and squealed when her remark earned her an indignant poke from her love and gave her another kiss, sighing softly when Liv's hand closed around her breast again and the Princess sleepily rubbed her cheek against her chest. With a loving smile she watched her love drift off to sleep and closed her eyes as the exhaustion of their passionate lovemaking got the better of her as well; soon the room that had been filled cries of lust just moments before had fallen completely silent but for the quiet sound of the even breathing of the two sleeping women.

Go Team Go!!!! :P

Sun, 05 Feb 2006 23:11:04 GMT

Snack food - check
Dr. Peppers - check
Bettis jersey - check
Comfy chair - check
Talking to little___hobbit via YM while she watches the game too - check

Ok Steelers it's been 10 years since the last trip to the Super Bowl, don't let me down :P

Love of all Times (18/?)

Tue, 31 Jan 2006 01:29:13 GMT

Title: Love Of All Times 18/?
Author: little___hobbit and Fin_Anwamane
Type: RPS
Pairing: Liv/Miranda
Rating: NC-17
Beta: Ourselves
Warning: Physical violence, abuse and rape described in later chapters not between the main pairing.
Disclaimer: This never happened. This was written in fun that's all.
Feedback: Yes please send to paddington-bear@web.de
or glorfindel@hornorfgondor.com
Archiving: The Angels Realm, others please ask.

Summary: A.U. An Egyptian Princess and her slave fall for one another and overcome the threats of their environment

Italics indicate thoughts

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It was almost a fortnight now since they had escaped from the Temple. Their journey was leading them north all the time; somehow, without having discussed the matter, the three young people had silently agreed to head for the village where Miranda had grown up, and now, they were approaching her old home; in less than an hour, Nakhti had told them, they would arrive.

Miranda sat in the carriage, with Liv's head lying in her lap as the Princess took a nap. The journey was pleasant, but still, it was tough especially for her love, as she was not used to such long travels. Miranda smiled gently down at her and carded a hand through her hair before she looked out of the carriage again and into the distance. So far they had been lucky, the guards, though surely hot on their heels, had not yet come in sight. But no matter what luck they had had in the past days, Miranda knew that it couldn't hold forever; sooner or later they would catch them and bring them back to the Temple.

"When they find us, I will claim that I have taken you hostage and forced you two to bring me here," Miranda said softly to Nakhti, careful not to stir Liv in her sleep.

Nakhti looked over at Miranda briefly before returning his gaze to the road. "I don’t think they will believe you," he said squinting into the sun. "Besides, I would not allow you to do that. I have sworn my life to the Princess... and to you as well through association." He looked back to Miranda and could see an almost questioning look in her eyes. "That's right," he continued, "My life for yours, should it come to that. You are royalty in my eyes now. You and the Princess." Nakhti again turned his eyes back to the road and sat quietly. In his mind he knew it would most certainly come to his life to protect them. He'd known this the day they set forth from the Temple. He looked down to the Princess, her head resting in Miranda's lap and smiled inwardly to himself.

Miranda blushed and tucked an errand strand of her hair behind her ear. "Thank you, Nakhti," she said quietly. But I cannot allow you to give your life for me. You need to survive this to protect Liv when I am gone, she thought, but did not voice it. She knew better than to argue with her friend by now; the past few days on the road surely had taught her. Instead, she fell silent again and simply resumed her self-appointed task of caressing her love's hair. As she looked up after a while, she recognized the first houses of her old village, and her face brightened. Miranda gently caressed Liv's cheek. "Wake up, my Princess, we will arrive any minute now," she whispered softly as she traced Liv's eyebrows with her finger.

Slowly Liv stirred and opened her eyes; Miranda’s beautiful face was the first thing she saw and she smiled lovingly at her. After a moment she slowly sat up and looked around.

She could see the houses growing nearer and could tell how happy the sight was making Miranda. Reaching over Liv took her love’s hand in hers and squeezed it slightly. "You are home my love," she whispered, her own excitement growing. "I cannot wait to meet your family," she added, hoping they would not resent her for who she was.

Miranda returned the small squeeze to Liv's hand and gave the other woman a bright and loving smile. "This may be my home, where I was born and grew up, but I have a second home now. And that is wherever you are, my love," she whispered and leant over to kiss the Princess, snaking a hand into her hair and laying it at Liv's nape, pulling her closer. For a few moments, their tongues brushed together, and Miranda could not fully stifle a small moan.

At length, she reluctantly broke the kiss and leant her forehead against Liv's. "I love you so very much, Liv," Miranda whispered and smiled sweetly, then she pulled back and looked around to find their way. "Turn into this lane, Nakhti," she said to the guard and pointed into a small lane leading away from the main road and further to the shore. As the carriage took the bend and slowly rolled down the dusty path, Miranda looked around, glad that they had removed the cover of their carriage.

The village still looked almost exactly as it had when Miranda had left it ten years ago. Each of the narrow thatched clay houses was obviously well cared for; here and there, a small garden had been set up before a house, almost overloaded with vegetables and flowers. As they drove on, more and more villagers came out of their houses, looking at the magnificent vehicle in awe. Miranda felt her face heat up at all the stares and shyly nodded her head at the people as they bowed to her and her friends.

Suddenly a female voice called out, "Miranda? Is that you?" Miranda turned around quickly and found a young, red-haired woman standing there; at once her face, already beaming with happiness, brightened even more and the blush was gone immediately. "Alexandra?" she asked happily, "Nakhti, stop please!" Even before the carriage had fully been brought to a halt, Miranda jumped off and flew into the open arms of the other woman, laughing and crying at the same time.

Liv took in the scenery as they went through town. She had never seen such a place; it was such a quaint, beautiful little village.

As they came to an abrupt stop and Miranda released her hand then leapt from the carriage Liv was taken aback. Who is this and exactly how does my love know her? she thought to herself briefly, then let it pass. She was quite sure it was some old acquaintance, probably a childhood friend that Miranda would introduce her to. She smiled as she saw how happy her love was, it was good to see her happy once more.

At last, Miranda pulled back and looked at the other woman with a bright smile. "I cannot believe it, Miranda!" Alexandra said, "Look at yourself, you look wonderful! Almost like a Princess! What has happened, did someone free you from slavery?"

It was the truth, though. The bruises on her body had vanished completely by now; instead, she had taken on a healthy tan that made her hair look almost as if it was glowing from inside. What's more, Liv had made Miranda wear one of her gowns which made her look even better, and the constant smile on her face was adding to it as well. Miranda blushed and gave Alexandra's hand a small squeeze. She did not know how to answer the question; she didn't want them to know, but on the other hand, she didn't want to lie. Miranda decided to ignore the question and turned around to the carriage, finding Liv watch her and Alexandra with a happy smile on her face. She returned the smile and looked back at Alexandra, the love even more clearly visible in her eyes. "This is Liv," she said to her friend, "She is my m... my most beautiful love."

Oblivious of Miranda's almost-slip, Alexandra stared open-mouthed at the gorgeous, dark-haired woman sitting in the carriage as her friend let go of her hand and walked back there and held her hand out to Liv. "Do not be scared, my love," Miranda whispered as she helped the Princess out of the carriage and brought her love's hand to her lips to press a kiss on its back, "You are safe here. They will love you just as much as I do, I am sure of it. Come," Miranda added and gently pulled Liv with her towards her friend.

Liv continued to take in the two women's conversation, thinking Alexandra was right; Miranda did indeed look very lovely, just as much like a Princess as Liv did herself. But then, to her, Miranda was even more than a Princess. Without knowing, she had become Liv's Queen; whatever Miranda would ask of her, Liv knew she'd give it to her without any hesitation.

When Miranda introduced her she could feel a blush creep over her; although she was normally used to praise of her beauty, it just felt strange to her to be praised by her love whom she thought so much more beautiful than herself.

Accepting Miranda's hand, she stepped out of the carriage, blushing even more as her love pressed a kiss on the back of her hand although she was not sure why. As Liv took a step towards Alexandra, she suddenly felt a small tug at her gown. Looking down Liv saw a little girl standing there looking up at her with big, gleaming eyes and clutching some meadow flowers in her hand.
"Are you a Princess?" the girl asked breathlessly, handing the flowers to Liv, "Because you do look like a Princess. You are very pretty," she said with an emphasizing nod and tipped her head to the side as she waited for Liv's answer.

Liv took the flowers and smiled sweetly at the girl. "Um, why yes, I am," she said, hoping she had given the right answer.

"I knew it!" exclaimed the girl with a big grin, then she dashed off into the crowd followed closely by several other young girls, all of them squealing excitedly as they went.

Liv looked back to the two women. "Nice to meet you," she said to the other woman whom Miranda had called Alexandra, offering her hand in greeting.

As Miranda watched Liv interacting with the little girl, she felt utterly happy that her people accepted the Princess as one of their own straight away. If she was honest, she had been nervous of this moment ever since it had become clear that her home was their destination. But now, with the people surrounding them with curiosity and respect but without any fear, a great relief washed through her, and the smile on her face brightened even more, although that seemed hardly possible to her.

Alexandra looked from Liv to Miranda and back and smiled. It was obvious how much the two women loved one another, and even more obvious how happy this mutual love made both of them. "Welcome to our village, Liv," she said and simply pulled the perplexed Princess into a big hug, grinning cheekily at Miranda over Liv's shoulder. Once she let go of Liv again, she looked back over to the carriage where Nakhti was still sitting rather stiffly on the driver's seat. She gave him a wink. "And who are you, beautiful stranger?" she asked Nakhti and beamed brightly at him as she beckoned him to step down from the carriage and join his friends. As soon as the guard had stepped down, Alexandra pulled him into a similarly big hug, secretly squeezing his bottom while Liv was shyly and respectfully greeted by other inhabitants of the village.

Suddenly though, the crowd around the carriage fell silent parted, and Miranda looked up. When she saw who was standing here, she could not help the tears welling up in her eyes. Not for one moment breaking eye contact with the new arrivals, Miranda stepped close to Liv and placed a hand on her shoulder. "My love," she said quietly, her voice shaking with emotion, "Come... I want you to meet my parents."

Nakhti looked around as if she might be talking to someone else. When he realized she was talking to him he stammered, “I, uh, I... God you’re beautiful. My name is Nakhti,” he replied as he swallowed hard. When he exited the carriage and Alexandra pulled him into an embrace Nakhti smiled. This must be a dream, he thought as he wrapped his arms around the woman to return the hug. This is no dream! He barely suppressed a startled squeak and his eyes widened as he felt her squeeze his bum.

Liv looked to Miranda as she put a hand on her shoulder. She was about to ask why she was crying but her question was soon answered as Miranda spoke. Suddenly she became very nervous and her mouth went dry. What if they hated her, what if they did not approve? Putting on a smile she wiped a tear from Miranda's cheek. "I would love to meet your parents," she said, taking her love's hand and following her as she fought down these fears building inside her.

Miranda smiled gently and gave Liv's hand a loving squeeze. "Come on," she said quietly and tapped Nakhti on the shoulder, saving him from more of Alexandra's cheeky flirting - for now. "You too, Nakhti." She led her friends towards the elderly couple that was standing there and staring at them with wide eyes.

At last they stood right before her parents, and Miranda looked at them, her eyes welling up with new tears of happiness. There was no doubt that the two people standing there were Miranda's parents, despite the past ten years full of worry for their daughter had left their traces on their faces.

Miranda had her father's blue eyes and strawberry blonde hair, although Vegeir's hair was gray and thin now, and the eyes though still full of wisdom had lost some of their sparkling; his ocean-weathered face was one of a man with a quick mind and a big heart. Despite many years of hard labor, Vegeir stood up straight His hands were those of a man who knew how to work hard, though Miranda only remembered too well how gentle they had been when he had been playing with her when she had still been a child.

From her mother, Miranda had inherited the graceful figure; her freckled face was graced with lines that indicated a lot of laughter in her younger years but also a lot of sorrow. It was obvious that when she had been in Miranda's age, Bebhim had been an exceptional beauty just like her daughter was, and she still was a beautiful woman now. Like her husband, she too had never shied away from hard work, and just like him, she had found strength in the labor rather than being weakened by it. Her curly hair, though it now had streaks of gray in it, was of a darker red than Miranda's.

"So our prayers have been answered," Vegeir whispered as he looked at his daughter, and he took a shaky step forward and reached out to touch Miranda's cheek, unable to believe the sight. Unable to say a word, Miranda just nodded and tilted her head into the palm cupping her cheek. The feel of his daughter's skin to his hand seemed to be enough to convince the old man that it was indeed not a vision but *really* Miranda standing in front of him. "It is you, it is indeed you!" he exclaimed and his voice broke, "You have come home to us!" With a sob, he pulled Miranda into his arms, and she let go of Liv's hand and fiercely hugged her father back, crying just like him.

A few steps behind her husband, Bebhim watched the scene with wet eyes and looked at the Princess. "Thank you for bringing her home," she said quietly and stepped up to Liv. Before the Princess even had a chance of answering, the elderly woman had pulled her into a tight hug as well.

As the three made their way past the on lookers Nakhti looked around, almost uncomfortably. It's as if they have never seen the like of royalty before, he thought as everyone's eyes seemed to follow them. Smiling he fought back tears that were threatening to spill any second as Miranda's father took her into his arms and they shared tears of happiness.

Liv's eyes welled with tears as well at the joyous sight of Miranda reunited with her family. She turned her attention to Bebhim when she spoke and gave a small surprised gasp when the woman pulled her into an embrace. Returning the hug Liv replied, "It is so wonderful to meet you at last. I have heard many great things about you," she rubbed the woman's back softly before continuing. "You have such a wonderful daughter," she finished and pulled away, giving the woman's hands a small squeeze.

"I am Liv, daughter of Raneb and this is my loyal guard Nakhti," she said releasing the woman's hand and gesturing to her companion beside her. She had not the heart to tell her that her daughter was the property of her father and that she had not returned her to freedom, but was instead seeking asylum from his wrath.

Nakhti stepped forward as he was introduced to the elderly woman and bowed. "I am Nakhti, and I am at your service,” he said with a small bow.

Miranda rested her cheek against her father's shoulder, enjoying to be held in his arms again, tears running freely down her face. When Liv spoke, she opened her eyes and looked up at her mother bowing low before her love. "Welcome, Liv," said Bebhim, "We are honored you are gracing our village with your visit. And you too, Nakhti; it is wonderful to have you here." Once again, the elderly woman moved quickly and pulled the tall man into a tight hug just as she had given Liv before, without giving him even so much as a chance to react.

Miranda could see on her mother's face that she knew what Liv was concealing from her - the fact that she was still a slave, and when she looked up at her father, she could see the same comprehension on his face. Vegeir broke the embrace with his daughter (letting his wife take over and hug Miranda fiercely) and stepped up before Liv, bowing like his wife had done before he pulled the Princess into a heartfelt hug. "Welcome home, my daughter," he whispered into Liv's ear, stumbling over the words spoken in a language that was so unused to him; usually he only spoke the language of his ancestors.

Miranda squeezed her mother tight as she watched her father welcome her love and Nakhti into the family, calling the latter "my son", as if it was the most natural thing to have royalty come to the village without any forewarning. But she knew better, knew that Liv was the first royal any of the villagers had ever seen.

"Let us go home," Bebhim said at last, and grabbed both Liv's and Miranda's hands, leaving it to her husband to take care of the guard, "And let us prepare a feast." An excited murmur of approval went through the crowd still surrounding the small group. "I want to celebrate that we got to see our daughter again, and so happy! How can I ever thank you for that, Liv? Take care of the carriage and the horse, make sure it'll get the best food and fresh water," she said to a group of teenage boys who immediately saluted the woman and turned to lead the carriage away. Miranda laughed happily and let her mother lead them down the lane towards the shore and the place of her childhood.

Liv smiled happily; relieved at the warm reception they were receiving from Miranda's family. She already felt at ease around them and now felt a little foolish for having been concerned that they would not be accepted and be looked on as outsiders.

"If there is anything I can do to help prepare for the feast, I would feel honoured," Liv said to Bebhim as the three women strolled off together.

Nakhti watched as the children led the horse and carriage away. At first he thought of going to make sure they did take care of them correctly but decided it would be thought rude. Instead he turned to Vegeir, "Should we help the women?" Nakhti asked, watching the three walk away.

Bebhim gave Liv an approving smile. "Of course, my dear," she said gently and squeezed Liv's hand, "You can help." Miranda just smiled and blew Liv a kiss at which her mother simply sighed and smiled happily.

"Thank you," Liv replied. "Don't let my royal status fool you, I know my way around a kitchen quite well," she added as she looked around in awe of her surroundings. Liv had seen many things but she had never seen a farm up this close before.

"Yes, I am sure we can help," the old man said to Nakhti, "You can help me slaughter and roast a pig over the fire, and prepare some fish, if you want. This feast is going to last all night I am sure." Vegeir winked at the young man striding beside him. "You know, normally I would not have gone out fishing today, but *something* told me I should, so... I have caught plenty of fish this morning; we can use it for the feast. Though I am sure we would not need it, everyone will bring something along tonight, you'll see." Surely enough, behind them in the village smoke started rising from several houses as the inhabitants started preparing for the feast Bebhim had announced.

"I think I can manage that," Nakhti replied. "I've roasted a few pigs in my day and I'm no stranger to preparing fish either," He said, giving Miranda's father a manly pat on the back. "Say, how about some crocodile? We killed one on the way here. Thing nearly got the best of me, would have if the Princess hadn't have come to my rescue."

The five people continued on their way until they arrived at a small, narrow house by the ocean shore, with white walls and a flat straw roof. On one side, Bebhim had created a small garden where several vegetables and herbs and also some flowers were growing, on the other Vegeir had put up his fishing nets to dry and repair. There was also a small smoking shack made of clay, and beside that, in a deep hole in the ground filled with cold clear water, the old man had put the fish that he'd caught in the morning; more fish had been hung up on a rope to dry in the sun. Behind the house, in the shade, a small stall was holding about half a dozen chicken, four pigs, a goat, and two sheep.

"Come in, please," Bebhim said gently, and led the women into the house while the two men continued to the beach to prepare a fire and the meat. It was cool and shady inside the house, and yet light. Miranda let go of her mother's hand and took Liv's instead. "Mama, can I show Liv around first? We will be with you in a few minutes," she asked softly, causing her mother to smile amused.

"Of course, dear. Go and show your love your home," was the response. Miranda kissed her mother's cheek and turned around to Liv. "It is not big, but I would still like to show you everything, at least about the house," she said softly and led Liv down the narrow hallway. To both sides, there were several small rooms, but Miranda only stopped when she was at the other end of the hallway. "This is my old room," Miranda whispered and pointed at the door on the left side. Slowly she turned and hesitantly reached for the handle of the wooden door, taking a deep breath as she did so. Ten years had passed since she'd last stepped into the room... At last, she gave herself a mental shake and turned the handle. Pushing the door open Miranda lead Liv on into the room. As she looked around, a small gasp escaped her lips: Absolutely nothing had changed inside, it was still furnished just as she'd left it all those years back, as if the room had waited for her return.

"I would love to see your home," Liv said as she smiled at Bebhim then turned and went with Miranda down the hall. She could tell Miranda was a little nervous about entering her old room and gave her hand a small squeeze. Once inside Liv looked around. "This is a lovely room," she said, turning and looking at Miranda. She reached out a hand and lightly brushed her love's cheek with the back of it. Liv could see the happiness in Miranda's eyes; they were sparkling like precious gems in sunlight. "You are so beautiful," Liv whispered as she leant in and kissed Miranda. Lightly at first, then she deepened the kiss, letting her tongue slip between her love's lips as she pulled her into a tender embrace.

Miranda happily let Liv pull her into the embrace, readily parting her lips when the other woman deepened the kiss. She sighed softly and let her tongue brush along her love's, one of her hands coming to rest at Liv's hip, the other reaching up to Liv's hair; one by one Miranda loosened the needles and combs there so that it fell down and freely washed around Liv's shoulders. As the kiss continued, Miranda raked her fingers through the soft silk, stepping as close as was possible and pressing their bodies together.

As she felt Liv's body arch against her own, Miranda was almost at once overcome with desire and lust for the beautiful woman in her arms, and she moaned softly into the kiss. Pulling back briefly, she looked into Liv's eyes and smiled. "How much I love you..." she whispered and then lowered her lips onto Liv's once more, immediately deepening the kiss again and snaking her tongue into Liv's mouth.

Outside, Vegeir and Nakhti were busy preparing the pig they had just slaughtered and skinned to put on a spit. On a wooden plank nearby lay the crocodile meat and about three dozen fish they would roast over the fire too.

"I still cannot believe that your Princess really has finished the beast," Vegeir said while he rubbed salt and other spices into the pork meat. "She looks so..." He searched in vain for the right word and shrugged. "But then, our daughter is the best example for the old saying, 'There is more to it than meets the eye.' And I must say, if Liv can handle a crocodile, she surely is the perfect woman for Miranda," he added with a chuckle. At this, Nakhti looked up in surprise, and Vegeir nodded smiling.

"Yes, we have always known that Miranda loved women more than she loved men. Mind you, she does not reject men, but if given the choice between a man and a woman with exactly the same qualities, she'd choose the woman," he said as he stood up to put the pit over the fire, "Though I am sure you knew that fact about the men," Vegeir added with a wink when Nakhti unconsciously nodded at his words. He laughed when the young man blushed. "Well, I can't blame you. Every man in our village, no matter what age, already turned their heads for her when she was still a teenager, and many of the women too."

Liv looked lustfully into Miranda’s eyes as she moved her hand slowly down her love’s body, letting it teasingly find its way between Miranda’s legs. Gently she raked her fingers over the other woman’s sensitive area as she bit her bottom lip. “No words can describe the depth of my love for you,” she whispered then licked her lips slowly.

“Yes, there is much more to the Princess than meets the eye, and from what I have observed, and experienced in an earth shattering way, so is Miranda.” Nakhti turned his head to look at the meat, trying to give nothing away with his eyes. She may prefer women, but she definitely... Nakhti shook his head trying to clear the memory from his mind.

Vegeir chuckled as he perceived Nakhti's blush deepening and nodded gravely. "Do not worry; I will not come after you for having loved my daughter. It is obvious that you both make her happy in every way, and if that includes sexually too, it is alright. And rest assured that I speak for my wife as well," he said and patted the younger man's back. When Nakhti gasped at his words and looked at him wide-eyed, he laughed. "I hope I am not scaring you, my son! I imagine you lead a rather... restricted life at the Temple, but here at our village... our people are very open when it comes to sexuality. You as a stranger might find that a bit discomforting, but that is the way we have always been. I hope Alexandra's greeting has not shocked you too much," Vegeir said and grinned, "Though she is especially direct and straight forward."

As they continued with their work, Vegeir took up the previous topic of his daughter again. "It is good to see her so happy, my son. I can see you both make her happy, but... I can also see the fear in her eyes. It must be near killing her to love her own mistress." The old man nodded sadly. "Yes, I know that Miranda is still a slave, and so does my wife, but you need not worry, we will not let anyone know. You both may treat her like a free woman, but she is not. If she were, it would not only have been you three to arrive here, but a larger number of guards to look after the Princess. We may seem oblivious to nobility and everything that goes on outside our village, but we are not. Word has reached us that Liv is the King's favorite daughter, and that she is to marry Prince Nebka of Thessaly. Did the King find out about their love that you have fled? Please, be honest with me. This may be the last time ever that I will see my child alive, it is only fair I know what will have caused her death."

Back in her room, Miranda gasped loudly as her love's hand found its way between her legs and she could not fully stop herself from bucking against the teasing fingers. "Liv..." She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "God..." Once again, she bucked helplessly against Liv's hand.

Nakhti studied the man as he spoke. He was right, there would have been more guards if Miranda was truly free and this had been an approved royal visit. He wished it were so, he didn’t dare think what Raneb would do if or when he caught them. He hoped that they would one day find a place to stop running, a place where Liv and her love could be happy and live together without fear, though he was afraid such a place did not exist. "I would be grateful if it were kept secret that she is still a slave," Nakhti said with a small sigh, "Lord Raneb knows of their love and he does not approve. It is as you said. The Princess is to be married to the Prince. Not a marriage of love but one of convenience for Raneb and his needs alone. Liv shares no feelings for the man she is to marry, none whatsoever."

Looking away then back to Vegeir, Nakhti put a strong hand on the man's shoulder. "There is more, though I hope you have the heart to hear it." Nakhti paused a moment. "The King has feelings for your daughter, feelings that she does not share in return. I am afraid he will try and force himself on her if she were to be captured and returned." Nakhti did not have the heart to tell the man it had already happened. "I will protect her, just as I will the Princess, with my life. You have my word," Nakhti said looking the man in he eyes. "And... Alexandra, is... is she seeing anyone?" Nakhti added after a moment's awkward silence blushing hotly.

Liv continued to move her hand slowly between Miranda’s legs as the other began to knead at her breast through her gown. “I want to make love to you, to taste you,” she breathed heavily into her love’s ear just before she began nibbling on it.

Miranda moaned and shuddered at Liv's husky whisper, her love's breathing brushing hot and damp over her tingling skin. As she felt the hand closing around her breast, she whimpered. "Yes," Miranda said and nodded emphatically, "Please... But... mama, she is waiting for us in the kitchen, we...," she cried softly when Liv sucked at her earlobe and all good intentions vanished into thin air, "God, Liv, please, take me now!" Miranda begged and tipped her head back, far too much enjoying the sensuous torture Liv was putting her through.

Vegeir listened silently to the guard, each word cutting into his heart, making it ache with rage though he did not show any sign of it. When Nakhti hesitated for a moment, the old man looked up from the fish he was preparing. As the young man continued slowly, Vegeir felt as if a cold hand was reaching for his heart. He will try and force himself on her. The words echoed in his head, and with each time they rang through his mind some emotion he had not known before grew inside the man, but he knew immediately what it was. He hated Raneb with every fiber of his body, but he knew that no one would, no one *could* ever know of this hatred. He had raised his daughter not to hate; how would he ever be able to look at her again if he did not follow his own rules?

Thankfully, Nakhti's stammered question distracted him and actually made him smile again. "Alexandra? No, there is no man in this village who could cope with her temper and passion."

"I think *you* could cope with it though," a woman's voice sounded behind the two men and they turned around to see Bebhim together with a few other villagers arrive by the fire, all of them carrying baskets and trays full of food, cutlery and wine. Miranda's mother put her baskets down and sat beside her husband, greeting him with a small, loving kiss as if it had been a whole day that they had not seen each other and not just an hour.

"Where are Miranda and Liv?" Vegeir asked and stood up to help distribute the food and drinks on a few narrow tables that some men were just bringing, "Hadn't they intended to help you?"

"Oh, they had," Bebhim chuckled, "But it appears that the fresh air of the ocean has given them a different kind of hunger. I went to check in on them and well... they didn't even notice me knocking on the door and calling their names. So I closed the door and left them alone."

Vegeir laughed out loud. "That is the ocean air for sure! Well, as long as they don't miss the start of the feat tonight."

"Need I remind you that we missed the start of your birthday feast last year too?" Bebhim teased her husband and winked at Nakhti, "And not because of me? Well, not in the first place," she quickly added with an evil grin as Vegeir opened his mouth to protest. "And what's more, it's only noon, so they have several hours yet."

Liv glanced past Miranda and saw that the door that was still open slightly had been closed. Slowly she licked her lips once more before lowering her head to kiss and tease the flesh of Miranda’s neck.

Smiling and shaking his head, Nakhti watched Miranda’s parents as they eased at one another, but his mind was on Alexandra.

If Miranda would have known that about a week's travel further south, the cruelest soldier of the King's army had just found the crucial advice that would help him solve the riddle of their flight, Miranda would probably not have given in to her love's seduction. But she did not, and when Liv's lips descended on the heated, sensitive skin of her neck, Miranda gasped loudly and swayed dangerously as her knees buckled. Sighing her love's name, Miranda took a shaky step backwards to lean against the wall as the Princess continued to attack her with small kisses and teasing nibbles. Everything else around her was forgotten, *nothing* was important any more. All that counted now to Miranda were Liv and the promise of what was yet to come in the dark-haired woman's eyes.

Slowly he lead his horse through what used to be a caravan, now it was nothing more than a mass of burning wagons and strewn bodies reduced to rubble by his men on his orders.

His name was Rashabi, Nakhti's eldest brother and of established rank in Raneb's army. He brought his horse to a stop in the center of the chaos as he took in his men’s handiwork.

"My captain," cried one of his men approaching, "We found no sign of Nakhti nor the women," he said looking up at the man on horseback.

Rashabi glared down at him. "No information of their whereabouts?" he asked sternly, his eyes scanning the horizon.

"Nothing sir. No one knew anything of them," he yelled his reply over the screams of the panicking women.

"They didn't know or wouldn't tell?" he asked. Dismounting his horse Rashabi strolled past the man, giving him a small shove in passing, and grabbed a woman as she ran by screaming trying to escape the torment of his men. "We are looking for three travelers," he said as he twisted what was left of the collar of her dress in his hand causing her to gasp for air. "A man and two women," he continued as the woman grabbed his hand in both of hers and continued gasping. "The King's daughter was one and the other her slave, a golden haired woman. Have you seen them?"

The woman shook her head as he tightened his grip and lifted her from the ground. With gritted teeth Rashabi tightened the grip even more and after several more gasps the woman’s body began to convulse and her eyes rolled back as the life went out of her. Dropping her lifeless body to the sand he turned, heading back to his horse. "Kill them, kill them all." Rashabi said in an emotionless voice.

"But sir, there are children," the guard objected.

"Do you question my orders?" Rashabi asked stopping to glare at the man.

"N..., no sir. As you wish," the guard stammered before he began to yell the order to the others.

Rashabi climbed back on his horse and once again resumed scanning the horizon, ignoring the killings going on all around him. "What kind of game are you up to Nakhti?" he asked aloud to no one, "I am coming for you my brother... and when I find you..." He gave the signal and his horse began to stride through the carnage. As he passed the guard who had questioned him he withdrew his sword and beheaded the man, never slowing the trot of his horse.

Love of all Times (17/?)

Sat, 21 Jan 2006 22:51:04 GMT

Title: Love Of All Times 17/?
Author: little___hobbit and Fin_Anwamane
Type: RPS
Pairing: Liv/Miranda
Rating: NC-17
Beta: Ourselves
Warning: Physical violence, abuse and rape described in later chapters not between the main pairing.
Disclaimer: This never happened. This was written in fun that's all.
Feedback: Yes please send to paddington-bear@web.de
or glorfindel@hornorfgondor.com
Archiving: The Angels Realm, others please ask.

Summary: A.U. An Egyptian Princess and her slave fall for one another and overcome the threats of their environment

Italics indicate thoughts

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When Nakhti woke it was nightfall. He wasn't sure how long he had slept or what day it was, but he was aware that his body did not ache as it had been. Pressing his hands against the cot he was laying on he pushed himself to a sitting position. Shaking his head to try and clear his vision as the world came rushing back at him he called out, "Liv? Miranda?"

A moment later Liv entered the tent followed by Miranda.

"Welcome back to the living," Liv said smiling down at Nakhti.

"How long have I been asleep?" he asked looking at the two women as they came more into focus.

"Two days," Liv said as she peeled away the bandages on his shoulder. "I don't think you will be needing these anymore," she said tossing them aside, "Your wound has healed nicely thanks to Miranda," she added as she gave her love a thankful smile. "You must be starving. I will get you some food and then you get a bath," Liv said as she kissed him on the forehead before leaving the tent.

Nakhti watched her leave and then turned to Miranda. "Thank you again my angel," he said placing his hand on hers. "You have saved my life I am sure of it." With that he raised her soft hand to his lips and kissed the back of it gently.

Smiling warmly at Nakhti, Miranda lightly ran her fingers across the wound, checking for any infections this way. She was relieved to see that the unconsciousness had given Nakhti's strength a boost rather than weakening him further. "It wasn't all just my doing," she said shyly, "Without Liv's help everything would have been in vain. And you are a fighter, my friend," she said softly, "You *wanted* to live. If you hadn't, all my knowledge of healing would not have been enough to save you. You will have a scar, but I am sure you can live with that."

She threw a loving smile at Liv bringing in a bowl of soup. "It's sparrow," Miranda explained to the guard, "We set up some traps and caught some. Now, eat your soup, and then we will take you out of this tent so you can get some fresh air and get you clean. We will rest for another two days, and then I am sure you have regained enough strength for us to continue on our journey."

Miranda moved over to where Liv had taken seat, snuggling into her love's arms, and smiled at Nakhti. "Eat it while it's hot, my friend," she said softly, "If you want any more soup, there's still plenty."

Nakhti had three helpings of soup. He ate hungrily as he listened to the two women talk about the last two days' events. Once he was finished Liv got up and took Nakhti's plate. "It's bath time my brother," she said as she took his hand and began to lead him to the small pond. Once they were at the water's edge she stopped. "Let's get you out of these clothes."

"I, um, I don't know about this," Nakhti said glancing over at Miranda. He wasn't sure Miranda would feel comfortable seeing him nude and for that matter wasn't sure how he would feel being disrobed in front of her.

"Nonsense," Miranda said, "Do you want to bathe in your garments?" She sensed what made the guard hesitate – only a few days ago, she had panicked when he had walked in on her and Liv sitting naked by the fire, but a lot had changed by now. For one, they had talked after the incident and Miranda had understood that Nakhti was not Raneb nor any of the other men who would only see the slave in her and take advantage of her without mercy; and on the other hand, she and Liv had taken turns in washing Nakhti while he was out the past two days, so Miranda was used to the sight of his naked body by now.

When Nakhti still didn't move, Miranda smiled reassuringly and suddenly grabbed the seam of her dress and pulled it over her head (which later she would recall as a moment of pure insanity). Turning around, she stepped into the water, diving under and swimming a few strokes before she resurfaced almost on the other side of the pond and waved at the two perplexed people on the shore. "Come on, the water's lovely!" Miranda called out to Liv and Nakhti and dove again.

Liv stood there a moment before finally smiling and removing her own gown as well. "Come on Nakhti," she said as she headed for the water and dove in herself.

Nakhti stood there staring at the two women in disbelief; both of them nude and splashing in the water, urging him to join them. He could already feel himself being aroused and he tried in vain to will his ever-growing erection away. "I, uh... I don't think so," he said as he sat down at the waters edge, hoping neither woman had noticed what was troubling him now.

Liv giggled, she had noticed what the man's problem was. She had expected as much. She turned to look at Miranda and whispered in her ear with a giggle before swimming to the shore and grabbing him by the legs. "Come on you big baby. Into the water with you," she said as she pulled the unwilling man in.

Miranda giggled when Liv dove in herself, feeling quite relieved to see her love follow her example, and she swam towards her, splashing water at her and laughing. The water was indeed lovely, warmed nicely by the sun during the day, and still cool enough to offer some refreshment.

As Nakhti sat down awkwardly, Miranda could not help but notice the growing bulge in his breeches. She was torn between feeling sorry for him and feeling something else that she had never felt before... at least not in regard to a man... but it was not uncomfortable at all... and it spurted her curiousness... what if Nakhti and she... Liv wrapping her arm around her waist pulled her out of the thoughts, though again Miranda found herself torn between regretting the distraction and feeling thankful for it. As her love whispered into her ear, she blushed but couldn't help giggling at Liv's suggestion and she glanced back to Nakhti again; the guard was sitting in what had to be a very uncomfortable position as he tried in vain to hide the fact that seeing the two naked women so close to one another had made the bulge in his breeches grow even more.

Staying behind, Miranda watched Liv swim back to the shore and laughed heartily at Nakhti's perplexed face as the Princess suddenly pulled him in. With some difficulty because she could not stop giggling, Miranda swam over to her friends and wrapped her arms around her love, resting her chin on her shoulder as they together watched Nakhti resurface again.

"Look here, my love," Miranda said with a giggle, "Someone was in a hurry to take a bath. Why, he's not even taken off his clothes yet he was so eager to join us."

"Yes. I think we will just have to remove them for him," Liv said as she reached for his shirt and pulled it over his head. Before long the struggling man was nude as well. He was glad to be in the water though. At least the women could not see how aroused he was. Although he was quite sure they knew already.

"Alright; you stand here between us and we will both bathe you at the same time, it will be quicker this way," Liv said as she moved him in between her and Miranda.

You have no idea how quick it will be, Nakhti thought to himself. He was at the mercy of these two beautiful women now and he was not sure really how to react so he just remained still as the women began to rub their hands over him.

Miranda watched Liv guide Nakhti to stand between them, curious as to what would happen next. She had no idea where all of this would lead to, though she could tell Liv had a rough idea already. But no matter what would yet be, she was enjoying herself quite a lot. For the first time since she'd become a slave, she felt at ease around an aroused man, knowing that no matter how much he wanted it, Nakhti would never take advantage of her, would only do what she wanted, what she asked him to... But what did she want? Miranda stepped closer in the shallow water and began washing his back and shoulders, feeling the guard tense up at the proximity of her and Liv to him.

"Relax, Nakhti," Miranda said softly and began kneading the stiff muscles just below his nape, glancing over to Liv and giving her a loving though somewhat shaky smile. "It's alright... *I* am alright with this, and so is Liv," she added in a mere whisper as she moved slightly to stand beside Nakhti rather than directly behind him to tend to his muscular arms and chest. Though I have no idea what *this* is, she admitted silently to herself, strangely enjoying the feel of Nakhti's taut skin under her fingers. When her hand brushed over another, she looked up, suddenly aware that she'd been staring at the smooth chest, and she blushed.

Nakhti grasped Miranda's soft hand in his, trembling as he did so. "My lady, please," he said with a shaky voice, although he wasn't sure if he was pleading for her to stop or pleading for something more. His entire body was on fire, his member so stiff and rigid it ached and longed for release. Nakhti could feel Miranda's erect nipples pressing against his back and this was only increasing his torment.

As Liv watched the two she could sense the want they were feeling and she found herself becoming aroused at the thought of Miranda and Nakhti making passionate love. She had noticed Miranda looking at Nakhti in a curious manner before and thought that this might help her love get over the fear of men that Raneb and countless others had distilled in her.

Slowly Liv moved behind Miranda and began kissing her neck as she moved her around facing Nakhti. Reaching down under the water with one hand she found Nakhti's throbbing member and cupped it gently in her hand causing the man to moan wide-eyed with pleasure.

"Do you want him my love?" Liv whispered in Miranda's ear before she began nipping softly at her earlobe. Slowly she moved her other hand around Miranda's body and cupped a breast, rubbing the nipple with her finger as she made eye contact with Nakhti. Under the water her other hand began to slowly stroke Nakhti's rigid staff. She paused momentarily to rub her thumb slowly over the sensitive head causing him to close his eyes and buck his hips forward. This action caused his member to press against Miranda's tender flesh eliciting a moan from her as she felt it on her thigh.

"It is alright if you do my love," Liv continued as she returned to kissing Miranda tenderly on the neck.

When did that happen? Miranda wondered warily, the broad back pressing against her breasts feeling strangely good, I can't believe how much I want this... how much I want... *him*... Oh God, yes, please! A low moan escaped her as Liv started caressing her nipple and she pressed back against her love. As Liv whispered into her ear, her breath brushed hotly across over-sensitive skin, eliciting another moan from Miranda.

Her pupils were wide, darkening her eyes with lust as Liv gently made her move around to stand before the guard. She looked up into Nakhti's face, watching him closely as Liv gently and slowly stroked his erect member. It seemed as if it was only now that she noticed how handsome her friend was... the long and dark lashes framing the dark brown eyes quivered as his lids fluttered shut. When the man bucked his hips and pressed his member against her thigh, she felt a flash of panic rise in her, but it was almost immediately replaced by something else... much more comfortable, *pleasurable*.

Miranda moaned and moved slightly closer, suddenly wanting, *needing* to feel more of Nakhti's body, locking her gazes with him. "Yes," she whispered and leant forward, pressing a kiss against the broad chest, then she looked up at Nakhti's face again, "Yes, I want you, Nakhti." She reached a shaky hand out to join Liv's around Nakhti's shaft. "But please, I beg of you, be gentle, careful with me... I've never been with a man before... that is, never freely... I only know this to just hurt... to be pleasurable only for the man... I know it can be pleasurable for both, but I've never experienced it before... But the Deities are my witnesses, I want this... Yes, I want this, I want you to show me what it can be like, Nakhti... Liv, will you... will you stay? Help me?" she asked in a little voice, feeling somewhat scared of her own desire and courage.

Nakhti could not believe his eyes nor his ears. "I will be gentle. You have my word," he said as he wrapped his arms around her and leaned to kiss her gently on the lips.

"I will be here my love," Liv whispered as she removed her hand from Nakhti's member and wrapped it around Miranda, both hands now caressing Nakhti's muscular arms. She began to gently kiss Miranda's neck again.

Nakhti moaned against Miranda's lips as she continued to stroke him slowly. He pulled back slightly and let his tongue lick at her lips before pushing back in and kissing her deeply. He let his tongue snake into her mouth slowly and began to explore it as he slid his hands down to her waist and gently lifted her in the water. "Wrap your legs around me," he said tenderly as he broke the kiss and looked her in the eyes.

Liv wrapped one arm tightly around Miranda and reached back down with the other and took Nakhti's erection back in her hand. She guided his it between Miranda's legs and rubbed it slowly along her entrance, causing both of them to moan loudly "Let me know when you are ready," she whispered in Miranda's ear softly.

Hearing Nakhti's promise made the last of Miranda's fears and hesitations go away, and so when he kissed her, she returned the gentle kiss. Her free hand moved behind her to pull Liv closer and caress her soft skin, while her other continued to slowly move up and down the guard's length. She was surprised at how sensuous and arousing all of this was, being trapped between the guard's prone body and Liv's soft curves, two mouths kissing her softly and their hands roaming over her heated skin, and she moaned just as Nakhti did too, slightly tightening her hand around his throbbing member.

It was to Miranda as if she was about to sleep with a man for the first time in her whole life. None of all this resembled any of the countless times she'd been taken by her masters, least of all the night with Raneb. This was so much different... it just felt *right*... and it made her want Nakhti even more, though she had not thought this ever possible.

Never before had a man kissed and caressed her during the act, but here was Nakhti, although big and strong enough to simply take her at his own will, gently kissing her and helping her relax and letting her determine the pace no matter how much he needed his release. And that he needed it, Miranda could tell when she let her thumb brush over the tip of his member, finding it leaking already.

Her lips parted readily when Nakhti licked them, welcoming his tongue into her mouth, brushing her own against it while Liv continued to rain kisses on her neck and shoulder. Miranda caught Nakhti's lower lip with her teeth, nibbling lightly at it, curious to know what reaction this would elicit from the man. It was yet another moan which she swallowed almost hungrily.

The longer their kiss lasted, the more Miranda seemed to forget about everything else, losing herself completely in the pleasure all of this was giving her, her moans and sighs growing louder. When she felt Nakhti lift her, Miranda snapped out of her daze and her eyes flew open. But the panic that had reached for her immediately vanished again as she realized that she was still in Nakhti's arms and Liv was still caressing her from behind.

Nakhti had hardly finished his request to wrap her legs around him when she already did just that. "Yes," she sighed, meeting his gaze with heavy-lidded eyes and half-opened lips, and then she leant in, hungrily kissing Nakhti again, surprised at how good his kisses tasted, her tongue delving deep into his mouth and brushing along his tongue, over his teeth, exploring the hot cavity, but when Liv rubbed Nakhti's shaft against her entrance, she broke the kiss again, unable to hold back a lustful moan, although the fear returned too.

Miranda held still, trying to even her breathing as she waited patiently for the fear to die down again. She *wanted* to feel Nakhti inside herself, wanted to know what it was *really* like to make love with a man. As her love whispered to her Miranda turned her head and looked at Liv with pleading eyes, both the fear and the lust clearly visible in her gaze. "Please kiss me, my love," she whispered back.

Nakhti closed his eyes; this was almost too much for him. He was overwhelmed by the thought that Liv would allow him to make love to Miranda. All he could do was stand there and moan as Liv continued to rub his member against Miranda's entrance.

Leaning in Liv kissed Miranda deeply, her tongue passing the other woman's lips as she began to swirl it slowly in her mouth. After a moment she broke the kiss and released Nakhti's member from her grip. "Why don't we move back to camp?" She asked in a lusty whisper.

Nakhti opened his eyes and without saying a word shifted Miranda in his arms and carried her out of the water with Liv at his side. Once they reached the camp Liv grabbed some blankets and spread them out next to the fire. Nakhti kneeled and gently laid Miranda on them as he smiled down at her and brushed some stray hairs from her face. "You are so beautiful." He said in a soft, gentle voice.

Liv lay down on the other side of Miranda and began kissing her neck softly. "All of this is for you my love," she whispered, "Anything you want is yours," she added as she wrapped an arm around Miranda and snuggled close to her as she looked over at Nakhti.

As Liv's lips descended on hers, Miranda sighed softly and lost herself in the kiss, the tension and fear finally leaving her body as she held on to Nakhti, her hands roaming over his shoulders and chest, feeling him shiver underneath her fingertips.

When Liv suggested moving back to the camp, Miranda could only nod, unable to speak. She snuggled into Nakhti's arms, rubbing her cheek against his chest as the guard carried her out of the water and to the fire where he lay her down. The dancing flames dove the whole scene into a warm light, reflecting in the beads of water that were covering all three bodies. Miranda blushed when Nakhti spoke to her and started to lower her eyes but stopped herself; she wanted to see Nakhti's face, wanted to see what he was feeling and thinking.

"So are you, Nakhti," she whispered back, "So beautiful." She reached up and let her hands run over his chest and shoulders again, and then over his face, tracing his outlines with her fingers. There was slight stubble shading his cheeks and skin, tickling her fingertips as she brushed them over his jaw line.

She only broke the eye contact for a short moment when Liv spoke. "Everything I want is here with me right now. I just want you," she replied and looked back at Nakhti, though she found it difficult to keep her eyes open with Liv kissing her neck, "Both of you," she added huskily. "Please, Nakhti... I want this; I want you inside me... Yes, I am scared of what will happen... scared it will hurt, but... please... don't stop now... be patient with me and go slowly, but please... don't stop, I beg you."

With this, Miranda wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled Nakhti close, locking their lips for another passionate, deep kiss. She had meant every word of what she'd just said, she did want Nakhti. Her body was aching for the man, making her arch against him, though at the same time she still was trembling with fear; she was just too used to men taking advantage of her, of hurting her to shut out this fear. But with every moment that the kiss lasted the fear inside her was getting smaller until it vanished and left nothing but pure pleasure and lust. As she deepened the kiss with Nakhti yet further, hungrily plunging her tongue deep into his mouth, Miranda moved one hand blindly over to Liv, finding her breast and started to knead it.

Nakhti kissed and nibbled at Miranda's fingers as they passed his lips. "I want you too," he replied, "I do not want to hurt you or have you fear me. I want to make love to you," he added before Miranda pulled him down to kiss him deeply, moaning into her mouth as the kiss deepened.

Liv also let out a moan, first at Miranda's words then again as Miranda touched her breast. She began trailing kisses down her loves body until she was at her thighs. She spread Miranda's legs and began to lick gently at her inner thighs.

"Nakhti," Liv whispered as she looked up at him, her face only half visible to him as it was between Miranda's open legs. As Nakhti broke the kiss and looked at her Liv motioned him to come to her with her finger.

Nakhti looked back into Miranda's eyes then lowered his head and slowly kissed his way down her glistening body until he was at her thighs as well. He raised his head slightly and looked at Liv. The dark haired woman smiled at him before leaning her head down and tracing her love's entrance slowly with her tongue. Her eyes raised and met Nakhti's, urging him to join her.

Slowly he moved his face to be next to hers and began kissing softly Miranda's inner thighs while Liv spread her love's folds and began to lap at her bud. After a moment Nakhti let his tongue trace Miranda's entrance as well.

Soon both his and Liv's tongues were licking the tender flesh of Miranda's entrance brushing into each other and taking turns lapping at Miranda's exposed bud.

Nakhti was truly in heaven now. His pulse quickened as he tasted Miranda's sweet juices for the first time. His tongue brushed with Liv's and the two of them momentarily kissed, sharing the taste of Miranda with each other before they both returned to pleasing the beautiful woman.

Liv took Nakhti's hand in hers and slowly inserted one of his fingers inside her love causing the man to moan as he watched it enter her. Soon after Liv slid one of her own in and the two fingers worked themselves in and out.

Under Liv's gentle caresses and Nakhti's kisses, Miranda relaxed more and more, giving herself completely over to her two lovers. When Liv shifted lower and brushed her tongue over the sensitive flesh of her thighs, she moaned deeply into Nakhti's mouth, intensifying the kiss as if that would help her cling on to sanity.

As Nakhti broke the kiss Miranda whimpered, already missing his gentle lips on hers, but her murmured protest died down immediately when he looked deeply into her eyes. She nodded almost imperceptibly and arched up as the man slowly began trailing down her body too. Miranda still could not believe that the three of them were making sweet and gentle and yet so passionate love; but with each kiss either of her lovers pressed onto her heated skin, thinking became more and more impossible.

Another moan escaped her as she felt Liv's tongue on her bud, becoming even more desperate when Nakhti joined her love's caresses. She spread her legs as wide as she could to give her lovers as much space as possible.

Miranda could not help bucking her hips as she felt Nakhti's finger slide into her and softly cried out his name when he started moving his finger inside her ever so slowly, causing a wave of pure pleasure to wash over her. Her writhing and bucking became even more desperate when she felt another finger slip into her, knowing it was Liv's.

Her whole body tingled as if thousands of ants were running across it, sparks of electricity rushing through it as she came closer to the point of no return. She let go of Nakhti's shoulders, reaching for her own breasts and began caressing them. "Nakhti, Liv, please," she begged with a moan and writhed down on their joined fingers with even more effort.

Slowly and hesitantly Liv withdrew her finger and looked Miranda deeply in the eyes before lowering her head and taking Nakhti’s throbbing member into her mouth. She continued to keep eye contact with Miranda out of the corner of her eyes as she moved slowly up and down the length of his shaft, swirling her tongue as she went.

Throwing back his head Nakhti let out a loud moan as he pressed slightly against Liv’s warm mouth, his eyes closing from the sensation. As Liv continued Nakhti opened his lust filled eyes and looked back to Miranda as she watched her love pleasing him. Slowly his finger resumed moving in and out of Miranda as he bit his bottom lip.

After a moment Liv removed Nakhti’s erection from her mouth and flicked her tongue teasingly across the head before releasing it, causing Nakhti to whimper a protest at the sudden abandonment. Turning Liv began to kiss her way up Miranda's body, starting at her stomach and pausing only to suck a nipple into her mouth and tease Miranda’s fingers with her tongue, before moving farther up and kissing her love deeply.

Nakhti watched the two women as his breathing became more ragged; he felt as though he would explode at any moment. Lowering his head he began to lap gently at Miranda’s bud before sucking it into his mouth. Looking up over her stomach at her and Liv kissing deeply he scraped his teeth gently over her tender flesh causing her to buck against him as a loud moan, half stifled by the kiss, escaped her mouth.

Withdrawing his finger after couple of moments he raised and positioned his aching member at Miranda's entrance. Slowly he pushed the swollen head until it was just parting her folds but had not yet entered her. "Are you ready my sweet Miranda?" he asked in a very gentle, wanting voice that almost seemed a whisper. He was not going to enter her until she consented, unlike so many other men in her past.

When Miranda felt Liv's finger slip from her body, she growled slightly and raised her head, but whatever she was about to say to her love was caught in her throat at the sight of Liv shifting further down Nakhti's body. Her mouth went dry as she watched the Princess close her lips around the shaft, causing the guard to thrust his finger even deeper into Miranda's tingling body. Miranda moaned just as Nakhti did, the sound carrying all throughout the oasis and startling some birds in the fig trees further back.

Raising one of her hands to her mouth, she sucked a finger in and swirled her tongue around it just as she knew Liv was doing to Nakhti. Although Miranda had never enjoyed it in the past when she had been ordered to please her masters the way Liv was pleasing Nakhti now, she somehow could not shake off the lust and desire to know what it would be like to be in Liv's place... Miranda ground down on Nakhti's finger in time with her love's movements up and down his length, moaning deeply as his finger brushed over her sweet spot with each thrust.

Just as she thought she could not take it any longer, Liv let Nakhti's member slip from her mouth and moved up her body, making the man momentarily interrupt the thrusts of his fingers, but almost immediately the sweet torture resumed as Liv teased her erect nipple and fingers and Nakhti continued to move his finger in and out of her trembling body. She hungrily returned the kiss, swirling her tongue around Liv's and nibbling at her kiss-swollen lips. The pleasure was even further intensified by Nakhti sucking and nibbling at her throbbing bud.
It took her a moment to register his words, but when she did, Miranda could hardly believe them. She broke the kiss with Liv and looked at Nakhti kneeling between her legs and looking at her with lust-filled eyes. He's waiting for me, she thought surprised, He won't move until I am ready... Oh God, please, I want this! She shifted slightly, making the head of his shaft slide into her body, thus causing him to moan with pleasure. "I am ready," Miranda whispered and lifted her hips slightly, taking his member in yet a bit deeper, "Yes, I am ready. Please, Nakhti... love me, please."

As Miranda pulled away and pleaded Nakhti, Liv sat back and watched. Glancing down she could see that Nakhti had already started entering her love and she moaned softly as she took in the sight.

Nakhti stared deep into Miranda's eyes as his member slid in even further. Slowly he pulled back before thrusting slowly into her again, sliding in a little further than he had been before. She was driving him crazy; her beauty was beyond words to him. He could not believe that he was here making love to her as Liv sat right beside them; the three of them sharing something special.

Moving a hand down her body, Liv stopped to massage her breasts before continuing down and sliding the hand between her legs where she began caressing her bud. "Oh!" she moaned as she watched Nakhti slide further inside of Miranda and her rising to meet him. Biting her bottom lip she slid a finger inside herself and began to grind against it.

Liv continued to please herself as she moved her other hand down Miranda's stomach and slowly began to rub her bud in slow circular motions as Nakhti continued his slow love making.

"Oh Miranda," Nakhti whispered, his voice shaky, as he continued to slowly move in and out of her. He fought back the urge to bury himself deep inside her, deciding to take it slow.

Miranda drew in breath with a hiss as Nakhti slowly sheathed himself deeper and deeper inside her body with every gentle thrust. She squeezed her eyes shut at the exquisite feel that was washing through her body, not really sure how much longer she could take it. Miranda whimpered and arched, clenching her muscles around the guard's member sliding in and out of her.

"God, Nakhti!" she moaned and tossed her head from side to side, when a movement on her side caught her attention, causing her to open her eyes again. She found Liv lying beside her, pleasing herself and another moan escaped her lips. "My love, please..." Miranda whispered huskily and reached out for Liv, "I want to taste you, please, let me taste you, let me please you, will you, please?"

Liv merely nodded at Miranda’s words and withdrew her finger as she leaned down and kissed her love deeply before pulling back and moving to position herself over her.

Watching as Liv moved straddling Miranda so that her soft folds were just inches from the woman's mouth Nakhti gasped loudly, causing Liv to look up into his eyes. She moaned from the feeling of Miranda's breath on her delicate flesh. Just then she felt Miranda buck hard beneath her and she realized Nakhti was completely filling her. Another moan escaped her lips as she watched him raise Miranda’s legs and place them over his shoulders.

Reaching out her hands she grasped Miranda's ankles as she felt her love's head rise between her legs. Leaning slightly forward she kissed Nakhti deeply, forcing her tongue inside his mouth.

Miranda hungrily opened her mouth to lick at Liv's bud and suck it into her mouth as soon as Liv straddled her; just then Nakhti thrust deep into her again. She gasped loudly against Liv's entrance and bucked up hard, at the same time thrusting her tongue into her love, savoring Liv's sweet, unique taste.

Very soon Miranda found herself at a point where she knew she would not last much longer, though she desperately tried to hold back, not ever wanting this pleasure to end. Miranda was convinced that *this* was paradise, making love with the most wonderful man she'd met in her whole life and the one woman she loved more than her life... The tenderness and affection Nakhti and Liv were radiating almost overwhelmed her.

Moaning the names of her lovers, Miranda resumed her task of swirling her tongue around inside her love's hot slick channel where the gathering juices proved that Liv just like Miranda was close to completion already. Only out of the corner of her eyes Miranda saw the deep kiss Liv and Nakhti were sharing; she was too lost in the pleasure Nakhti's slow lovemaking and Liv's taste were giving her.

With each slow thrust Nakhti's moaning became louder. His tongue now swirling inside Liv's mouth he was having trouble holding himself back. He could feel his release nearing but wanted it to last, forever if possible.

Liv's mind was spinning. It was a good thing she was holding Miranda's ankles or she was sure she would fall over. She had tongues in her mouth and in her slick channel both driving her closer and closer to completion, until at last she could hold back no more. Her eyes rolled back and she broke the kiss with Nakhti abruptly as she screamed Miranda's name loudly, the orgasm sweeping over her was one of the largest she had ever experienced.

Nakhti saw what was happening and increased the speed of his thrusting. He was about to reach his climax as well but not before he let Miranda. "Oh God Miranda!" Nakhti screamed loudly just before he pulled Liv back to him for another deep passionate kiss. His hands began to knead at her breasts as he continued moving in and out of Miranda rapidly.

Miranda felt her love convulse around her tongue, and she grabbed Liv's hips to pull her closer, thrusting her tongue in deep and frantically swirling it around as she moaned into the slick heat, eager to taste her love's climax. She could feel Liv starting to tremble, and she pulled back slightly preparing herself for the flow of her love's juices. It was none too late, for the next moment, Liv's body spasmed and she screamed. Miranda answered with a moan muffled by Liv as she lapped up everything her love had to give her, making sure not to spill anything.

As Nakhti's thrusts became deeper and faster, Miranda met each of them with her hips bucking up hard at their own accord. She moaned and whimpered, her fingers digging into the flesh of Liv's hips, and then suddenly, she tossed her head to the side, crying out unintelligibly as her orgasm hit. Letting go of Liv's hips, Miranda reached out for Nakhti's hands, entwining their fingers as she kept on bucking up against him. "Please, Nakhti," she panted through waves of her orgasm, "Please, I... let me... I want... come... feel you..." She trailed off and screamed out her passion once more.

As Miranda hit her climax Nakhti continued thrusting, sweat dripping from him as he gripped Miranda's fingers with his. He continued his thrusting, holding back as long as he could as both Miranda and Liv continued with their orgasms until he could stand it no more. With a few final thrusts he growled his climax as he pushed in as deep as possible and began spilling his seed inside Miranda.

Liv's eyes widened as Miranda's climax hit followed closely by Nakhti's sending her into another powerful orgasm. She leaned forward against Nakhti's chest and bit hard on his nipple as she shook violently.

Letting out another loud moan, Nakhti started thrusting once more, but his pace was much slower, as he emptied himself inside Miranda. Slowly he released one of her hands and wrapped it around Liv's trembling body, pulling it close to him to try and steady her as she rode out her second orgasm.

Feeling Nakhti's release pulse into her body, Miranda moaned loudly; she'd never experienced the act with a man as pleasurable, as arousing as she experienced it now. She wanted this moment to last forever, clenching all her muscles as if that would extend her orgasm, but it only brought on a second wave with even more intensity, and she cried out once more, her hands cramping around Nakhti's fingers.

She could sense that Liv too was hit by a second climax, and so she turned her head, resuming her licking and sucking at her love's bud until she was sure that Liv's orgasm had subsided. Only then did she pull back again and just placed gentle kisses on her inner thighs. "My sweet Liv," she whispered, "How I love you." Miranda sighed a soft protest when Nakhti shifted to pull Liv close as it made his softened member slip from her body, but then she struggled to sit up and helped him lay the still-trembling Princess down on the blanket. She brushed damp hair out of her love's face and smiled down at her then she looked up, finding Nakhti’s still lust-fevered gaze. "Nakhti," she whispered to the man sitting by Liv's other side and looked deep into his eyes. "Thank you," she added and leant over to kiss him deeply, letting him taste the Princess in her mouth.

Liv tried to speak but no words would come as she was laid on the blanket. She looked from Miranda to Nakhti and then stared in to the cool night air trying to catch her breath.

Nakhti placed a shaky hand on the back of Miranda’s head, holding her to him as his tongue slipped inside her mouth. The taste of the Princess on her lips only intensified the kiss and he tangled his fingers through her hair as his member began to stiffen once more. For a moment he thought of the possibility of making love to her once more but he was slowly being overcome with tiredness and decided against it.

Breaking the kiss he looked Miranda deeply in the eyes and caressed her cheek gently with the back of his hand. “There is no need to thank me,” Nakhti answered with a small smile. He gave her another small kiss on the lips before lowering his head and kissing Liv tenderly as well. With a sigh he collapsed beside her and wrapped his arm over her bare chest as he looked to Miranda once more.

Miranda moaned softly when Nakhti swirled his tongue inside her mouth, loving the musky, manly taste of his kiss that was so different from Liv's. When he pulled back and looked into her eyes, she blushed slightly, still somewhat shy and unable to grasp that he did not see a sex toy in her but a friend and tonight also a lover. Towards the end of their lovemaking he had become faster and rougher, but Miranda knew that if she'd asked him to slow down again, he would have.

With a gentle smile, Miranda caressed both Liv's and Nakhti's cheeks as they lay side by side on the blanket, "My beautiful, beloved friends," she said softly, suddenly realizing that she too was rather exhausted and sleepy. She placed a gentle kiss on both their lips, reaching for the firewood to feed the fire a little more so they would not be cold as she sensed that neither of them was able to move to the tent. She reached out and pulled a blanket close that was lying nearby to cover their bodies with once they had snuggled up, shaking it half-heartedly to clean it of the sand. "Let my lie between you, please," Miranda said softly, "I want to feel both of you."

Nakhti moved to the other side, allowing Miranda to lie between them. “I will feel better knowing that you two are closer to the tent, in case you need to seek shelter in it before sunrise,” Nakhti said in a tired voice as he looked at both women.

Once they were settled and covered with the blanket both Liv and Nakhti turned to face Miranda and they both put an arm around her holding her tight between them as they drifted off to a peaceful sleep.

Love of all Times (16/?)

Tue, 10 Jan 2006 00:52:51 GMT

Title: Love Of All Times 16/?
Author: little___hobbit and Fin_Anwamane
Type: RPS
Pairing: Liv/Miranda
Rating: NC-17
Beta: Ourselves
Warning: Physical violence, abuse and rape described in later chapters not between the main pairing.
Disclaimer: This never happened. This was written in fun that's all.
Feedback: Yes please send to paddington-bear@web.de
or glorfindel@hornorfgondor.com
Archiving: The Angels Realm, others please ask.

Summary: A.U. An Egyptian Princess and her slave fall for one another and overcome the threats of their environment

Italics indicate thoughts

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Liv opened the tent flap and went to check on Nakhti. It had been two days since Miranda had stitched him and they took turns changing the wrappings on his wound and taking him food.

She exited the tent and tossed the old bandages in the fire to dispose of. "He seems to be doing better," Liv said as she walked up behind Miranda and snaked her arms around her love's waist. Resting her chin on Miranda's shoulder Liv peeked over it. "What are you doing?" she asked.

Turning her head to kiss Liv, Miranda smiled at her love. "You have become quite curious, my love," she chided with a grin, then she blushed. "I am making a necklace for you," Miranda admitted, "Out of the fish scales here. The mother of pearl will look beautiful on your skin."

With a small sharpened bone she drilled holes into a few scales then abraded them on a flat stone until there were no sharp edges any more and they were round and shining in all the colors of the rainbow. After she had a reasonable amount of them, she threaded them on a string she'd made out of horsehair.

"Of course, this is nothing to the jewelry you are used to, all the gold and diamonds and all this..." Miranda said and blushed even more as she fixed simple hooks at the ends of the necklace. "Come on, let me see how it looks on you, my love," she said instead and moved to sit behind Liv. She put the necklace around her love's neck and closed the hooks. "Just as I imagined," Miranda whispered as she moved to sit before Liv again, letting her fingers run over the necklace and then lightly over the toned skin of Liv's chest that was not covered by her dress, "You are so beautiful..." Leaning forward she kissed Liv again, her tongue briefly delving into Liv's mouth before she pulled back. "I think Nakhti is sleeping, so... how about us going for a small walk?"

Liv had watched in silence as Miranda worked effortlessly on the necklace. She is so talented, is there anything she can’t do? Liv thought as Miranda finished and put the necklace around her neck.

“It is beautiful.” Liv said after the kiss. Smiling Liv ran her fingers over the smooth necklace as she looked to Miranda. “I would love to go for a walk,” she replied as she took her love’s hand and pulled Miranda to her for another kiss, this one a much deeper kiss than the first. It was such a beautiful day and Miranda was right, Nakhti was asleep and would be for some time because Liv had just given him some medicine.

When Liv entwined her fingers with Miranda's, a strange heat filled the golden haired woman, and her skin tingled wherever it touched Liv's. Miranda sighed into the kiss and stepped closer, so as to increase their skin contact; it felt to her as if they were melting into one.

"My love," Miranda whispered softly, "My sweet, beautiful love... Only the Deities can say how much I love you. My life has become so much richer since I have met you. I cannot imagine ever being without you again." She finally pulled back and looked into Liv's sparkling blue eyes, smiling as she saw the same love she felt for Liv reflected back at her. "Come on," she said softly and led Liv away from the little camp, her hand still grasping her love’s tightly.

After only a few steps, Miranda ached to feel more than just Liv's hand and she wrapped her arm around the Princess' waist, pulling her close so she could snuggle up to her while they walked and rest her head against the other woman's shoulder. "This is perfect," she whispered. It was indeed; the small oasis lay quiet and peaceful under a clear-blue sky, with birds singing in the date and fig trees as the two women walked in their shadow.

Liv smiled. She felt like she was in a dream world far away from reality. "Yes, this is perfect," she said as she snaked her arm around Miranda as well, squeezing her bum slightly before moving it on around her waist. She tilted her head and snuggled against Miranda's soft golden hair as they continued to on.

As they walked around the oasis, Miranda started humming softly. She usually didn't sing in the presence of others, but this was Liv, her love... Though she had been shy and reserved around the Princess at first, this all was gone now, and she felt completely at ease around Liv now; instead, she had livened up around Liv, now that she knew that she had nothing to fear from her love. Turning her head to press another kiss against Liv's temple, Miranda smiled happily and began to sing softly.

You and me
We are destined
You'll agree
To spend the rest of our lives with each other
The rest of our days like two lovers
For ever - yeah - for ever

It was an old song of her people, and she sang it in the old language she'd learned as a child. Miranda figured Liv would not understand the words, but she was sure that her love would get the meaning of the song anyway, for Miranda had stopped and made Liv turn around to look into her eyes, sparkling with life and love. "I love you," Miranda whispered softly as she finished the song and bent forward to kiss her love once more deeply.

Liv was surprised as Miranda broke into song because she had never heard her sing before. She smiled sweetly at her as she looked deep in her love’s eyes. Miranda’s voice matched her beauty and Liv was sure she was walking with an angel sent by the Gods. Liv continued to listen to Miranda sing. "You sound so beautiful," she said once Miranda was finished. "You have the most incredible voice I have ever heard."

Miranda felt her skin heat up and she knew she was blushing. "I am not *that* good," she mumbled, "I just like to sing, when I am happy, that's all. I..." Suddenly she stopped; there seemed to be a noise in the distance, almost like hoofs and feet stomping the sandy ground. "Did you hear that?" Miranda whispered.

Startled, Liv looked around trying to decide where it came from. "I did," she replied looking back to Miranda. "What is it? She asked as she took Miranda's hand in hers. "Sounds like whatever it is is getting closer.” She could feel her heart beginning to beat faster.

Listening attentively, Miranda furrowed her brow. The noises were strangely familiar, and not in a comfortable way. "It seems to come from the east, from the river's edge," she said quietly, "Liv, please go back to the camp and prepare everything to move the camp behind the trees, away from the pond. I'll be right with you," she said and quickly walked off towards the eastern edge of the little oasis.

In the far distance, she could see a rather large cloud of dust and sand whirling through the air, and suddenly she knew what it was. Miranda gasped and turned around, running back to the camp as fast as she could, finding to her relief that Liv had packed most of their belongings into the carriage.

"It's a caravan!" she panted as she dropped to her knees beside the fire, already tipping the cauldron over to put it out, "And they will be here soon. Quickly, we need to move the camp and hide our tracks!"

Liv's pulse quickened even more as Miranda spoke. She had woken Nakhti and he was sleepily making his way to the carriage. "You need to move a little faster," Liv said to him as she ran past him.

"What's going on?" he asked, his mind still foggy from the medicine.

"There is a caravan approaching," Liv said, as she was running back past him in the opposite direction.

"A caravan!" he exclaimed, his mind suddenly awake. "Why didn't you say so earlier?" he added as he grabbed some things and threw them into the carriage.

"I did, you were just too out of it to hear me," Liv said as she grabbed the last of the things and headed for the carriage where Miranda had already taken a seat and Nakhti was loading his bundle of things inside.

"This is the last of it my love," Liv said as she helped Nakhti up and then climbed up herself.

"Good," Miranda nodded, "I'll just take the carriage a bit further, perhaps behind those bushes, and we can set up the camp again. Nakhti needs at least one more day of rest in order to have his wound fully healed before we can continue. I'll come back and try and hide our traces a bit here. No!" she said, a little sharply when Liv opened her mouth, "You will stay hidden, with Nakhti. I will not allow that you put yourself in more danger than this situation holds already anyway."

She quickly led the horses through the thick of some bushes, making sure that the carriage was well hidden from view, then she rushed back to the camp site and brushed off their traces, making sure that nothing reminded of their stay. In the east, the dust cloud of the caravan was growing larger. Just as Miranda was about to return to her friends, she saw that one of the two fishing nets was still lying by the pond.

"Oh God," she winced and ran over to the shore, grabbing the net, but it was stuck somehow. "Please, help me!" Miranda exclaimed, her gaze turned to the sky and frantically tugged at the net, but it would not come loose. By the noises carried to her by the wind, the caravan had already reached the outskirts of the oasis; Miranda knew that the caravan would surely sooner or later arrive at the very spot where she was crouching and struggling with the net. She looked over her shoulder and whimpered and tugged even harder. At last the net came loose. "Thank you!" Miranda panted a quick prayer to the Deities and rushed off towards the bushes. She had hardly vanished behind them when the first people of the caravan broke through the bushes on the other side of the small clearing.

Liv had become very nervous watching Miranda struggle with the net as the caravan approached. She grabbed Nakhti's sword and was about to rush through the bushes when Nakhti grabbed her and forced her to the ground, holding her tight.

"No Princess. You must not," Nakhti said as he looked down at Liv.

"She needs my help. I must go to her," Liv pleaded as she squirmed underneath the large man.

"No. If you want to help her you will stay here. If anything were to happen to her she would not want you harmed as well my Princess. She would not want her sacrifice to be in vain."

Liv stopped squirming and looked up at Nakhti, her eyes filling with tears of fear and worry. "You are right," she whispered. "Oh my love, please hurry," Liv said under her breath as she closed her eyes.

Just then Miranda burst through the bushes and fell to the ground next to them. Nakhti moved from Liv and she quickly moved to embrace Miranda. She was about to speak when Nakhti laid his body across the two women. The caravan was now upon them and he was trying to shield the women from any possible harm if it were to come.

Miranda lay as still as she could underneath Nakhti's massive body. She had to struggle hard not to panic, but somehow managed to stay still. However, Liv next to her wasn't. Miranda squeezed Liv's hand, hoping that this gesture would reassure her love.

On the shore of the lake, the caravan came to a halt. "Get up!" the leader of the caravan yelled at a group of slaves that had fallen to the ground in exhaustion, "We will only halt here to fill up our water skins and stock up on food, so don't think you can go easy here! Get your lazy arses in motion! You, and you, catch fish..." Pair by pair he sent out the slaves on errands to fill up the caravan's supplies, and soon they all were hustling and bustling about while the slave trader and his guards sat down on the shore to eat and rest.

Miranda felt anger rise inside her at the way the merchant was treating the slaves; her last master before Raneb had treated his slaves better, at least when no other slave traders had been around to see. Whenever they had halted anywhere, they had always been allowed to rest and eat first before they all stocked up their supplies, guards and slaves together.

Suddenly, footsteps could be heard, even though they were muffled by the sand, and they came closer. Miranda stiffened, not so much because of herself but because she feared that Liv and Nakhti might do something that could give them away. She grabbed her friends' hands and squeezed them tight, silently telling them not to stir.

Just then two slaves, looking dangerously thin and exhausted came around the bushes. They stopped dead at the sight of Nakhti covering the two women with his body. Miranda squeezed Nakhti's hand even harder when the guard started growling at them. "They are slaves, Nakhti, they won't give us away," she said softly, smiling at the two men, "Quite the contrary." Miranda moved slightly to look more directly at the two slaves who looked just as frightened as Liv beside her. "Do not fear us, my friends," she said softly, "Sit down for a moment and have some water and some food. You must be tired. What were you sent out for?"

The younger of the two men was so surprised he immediately dropped to the ground at Miranda's invitation, but the older remained standing. "We cannot rest, milady," he said, "We have to collect some dates and figs and return to the caravan. Our master has said that he wants to continue soon."

"That I heard," Miranda said blushing and moved to get up from underneath the guard, "But I am no lady. I am a slave too, like you. This is my mistress, and this is her guard. You sit down and rest and eat, and let us get the fruit for you."

"You are no slave," the man shook his head, "He guarded you too, he would not do that if you were one. You must be at least a fine lady, or even a princess. Your clothes certainly indicate some kind of royalty." He pointed at Miranda who wore one of Liv's gowns to emphasize his point. "But thank you for your kindness, milady, we are happy to accept."

Miranda blushed even more and looked to the ground; it was true, the dress she wore made her look just as much royalty as Liv did, maybe even more so because of her pale skin and golden hair. Looking up again she smiled shyly and got some of the smoked fish from the carriage along with an amphora of whine which she offered to the slaves who took it and hungrily started eating.

"You rest now, and we will get the fruit for you," Miranda said softly and took the basket that the slaves had brought with them, "Only please try to stay quiet so our being here won't be noticed."

"Do not worry, we will not utter a word," the younger of the slaves said softly and bit into the unleavened bread that Liv silently offered him before she turned to join Miranda.

Liv started to follow Miranda but stopped. She looked at one of the men; his hands were trembling so bad he could hardly hold the fish. She dropped to her knees in front of him and took his hands gently in hers. "Let me help you," she offered. He looked at her surprised as she offered help but simply smiled as he felt her soft hands touching his rough skin.

She looked over to Miranda, worry in her eyes. "Nakhti," she said without looking at him. "Will you please make sure our new friends get plenty to eat and drink?"

"Of course," he replied as he knelt and replaced Liv's hands with his. "Eat up my brothers," he said as Liv got to her feet to follow Miranda.

"Don't worry, we will return soon. Enjoy your meal," she said softly to them as she leaned down and lightly cupped the two men's cheeks in her hands. "Look after them Nakhti," she said as she turned and followed her love.

"The way they are treated is horrible," Liv whispered to Miranda after they were out of earshot of the slaves. "If it would not risk blowing our cover I would buy them and take them with us," she said, worry in her voice.

Miranda nodded and looked at Liv, her eyes wet with tears. "I know my love, and under other circumstances I would agree with you. But I think I recognized the merchant's voice, and if he is who I think he is, then we must make sure he won't know about us, at any costs. Most slave traders don't treat their slaves too well, but he's the worst," Miranda went on sadly as she started picking dates from a narrow tree, "I've heard bad stories about him, even my old master hated him with a passion. He is not welcome amongst the decent slave traders, which is why his caravan is traveling off the usual tracks."
With wide eyes the slaves watched the interaction between the three young people as they ate slowly. The food was good, fresh and tasteful, unlike the rotten bread and foul water they usually got. "Who is the slave and who the master?" the younger said quietly to his partner, "Can you tell the difference?"

"It's not on us to judge that, my friend," the other said, "But I honestly don't care. Look how they are treating us. This is the first proper meal in almost a month. How can we ever thank you?" he asked Nakhti and gratefully let the guard hold the amphora to his mouth for a drink.

Liv reached out and wiped Miranda's cheeks free of tears. This news of how some slaves were treated upset her greatly. "I will find out for sure who their master is and one day..." her voice trailed off. What was she thinking? She couldn't even free Miranda. Not with her father as ruler. Liv fell silent and set to picking dates.

"No need to repay us my brother," Nakhti replied as he lowered the amphora from the man's mouth and smiled at the two.

"If you ever need any help, just let us know," the man said with a thankful smile and put his hand on Nakhti's lower arm, "It's fairly easy, you know, any slave, no matter if they are stationed with one master or are on a caravan like ourselves will know how to pass the message on to us. Just tell them that it's a message for Seth of Corse, and they will make sure it reaches me."

Miranda stopped picking the dates and turned around to put her hands on Liv's shoulders, knowing what was on her love's mind. "One day, we will be able to help them, you will see. Have faith in the Deities, my love," she said softly and kissed Liv on the lips, "But for now let's see to it that we can help them with the means we have at our hands; like feeding them and doing their work as we do. I also noticed they had rather shabby clothes; maybe we can hide an amphora with some wine and a bag with some dried fish and alligator meat in the cutting of their tunics."

"I will remember that," Nakhti said, patting the man on the shoulder. We may need help before this is over, he thought to himself.

Turning Liv looked into Miranda’s eyes. My love... you mean more to me than my own life. One day I will free you and you will be free to do whatever you wish, she thought as she took in the other woman's beauty, wiping her own cheeks free of the tears that had just trickled down. "You are right," she sniffed. "We could hide food in their tunics for them to have later. I would love to help them any way I can."

Miranda smiled and placed her hand over Liv's on her cheek. "Come on, let us finish quickly and get some figs too; we have to return soon, or their guards will come looking for them." With that she let go of Liv and moved to the fig trees nearby and started picking the fruit. After a few more minutes the baskets were full and they returned to their hiding spot.

"There you go," Miranda said and put her basket on the ground as she sat down next to the younger of the slaves. "Do you always wear the same clothes?" she asked him.

"That is a lot you collected there!" the slave replied with bulging eyes, then he stopped and looked at Miranda and Liv questioningly. "Yes, we do, but why?"

"Because we want to give you some more food and wine for the road," Miranda said and got up again, getting needle and thread as well as two small corked jugs and two small bags with dried meat and fish from the carriage, "Now, I will sew an amphora and a bag full of food each into your lining."

Seth, the older slave startled. "Why are you doing all this for us? We are only slaves, why do you risk your lives for us?" Miranda smiled and set out to her task, sewing the amphora into the folds of his much-too-large tunic so that no one could see it, then she moved over to the other side and did the same to the little bag which was bulging with food.

"As I said, I am a slave myself," Miranda said and turned around slightly so that she was with her back to them. As she pushed her hair aside they could see on her nape, just below her hairline, a hand branded into her skin - the symbol of slaves. The mark elicited gasps of surprise from the other four - even Liv hadn't known about the brand as Miranda had always made sure to hide it as well as she could. "I know how hard life as a slave is. I am lucky enough to be treated well by my mistress now, but I still remember the time when I was still on a caravan like yours," she said and resumed her task, sewing the second amphora and bag into the tunic of Seth's friend now. "It's the least I can do to help make your life a little easier, if only for a few days." She looked over to Liv. "When we were picking the fruit, my mistress said that she'd love to buy you, but..."

"Don't worry about us," Seth said and put his hand on Miranda's, "You have made our life easier for more than just a few days, believe me. Seeing you and your mistress, how well you are treated gives us a hope that no one can take away again from us. And for this, we will forever be grateful. But now, we have to go back, or the guards will come looking for us."

"Do not worry that we will give you away," his partner said, "Your secret is safe with us." They got up and held their hands out to Miranda. "Thank you again, and if you ever need our help, or any slave's - Nakhti knows how to reach us."

"Farewell, my friends," Miranda said and hugged the two men, "And thank you too. May the Deities watch over you."

Liv also bid her farewells to the two slaves then turned to Miranda, pulling her hair to the side so she could examine the mark. "I never knew about this my love," she said softly as she ran her fingers slowly across it.

After spying through the bushes and watching the slaves return to their master, Nakhti turned and headed for the carriage, leaving the two women alone. He was sure that they would not be found now and was in dire need of rest.

"All slaves have such a brand," Miranda said softly, shivering slightly as the gentle touch seemed to set her skin on fire; she turned around again to look into Liv's eyes. "Normally they are branded in a more obvious spot, to make sure the slavery status is noticed at once. Seth had his brand on his chest, and his friend had his on his wrist. The merchant who branded me however decided that I was more valuable if my skin appeared unharmed."

Miranda watched the caravan leave the oasis a little longer, her heart jumping with joy at the smiles spreading amongst the slaves. "We have given them hope, my love," she said and kissed Liv, "We will stay hidden a little longer, in case they have forgotten something and come back. And now let's look after Nakhti; he must be really exhausted now after all that just happened." She turned around to find Nakhti gone. "Where is he?" Miranda asked with a slight panic in her voice.

Liv shared in Miranda’s excitement, but that was to be short lived for when they turned, Nakhti was nowhere to be seen. “I don’t know, he was just here," she said looking around as worry began to creep over her.

Making their way to the carriage they rounded the back of it and there was he was, sitting on the ground leaning against the wheel; sweating profusely and shivering, his eyes closed.

"Nakhti!" Liv exclaimed as she rushed to him and dropped to the ground, worry clearly visible on her face as she looked at Miranda.

At Liv's exclamation, Miranda quickly rushed to Nakhti's side too and dropped on her knees beside him. As she felt his forehead she found it burning. "Oh no," Miranda whispered and looked up at Liv, unable to hide the worry that this unexpected turn of events caused her, "Liv, get me a blanket and the little bag with the herbs, quickly!" she ordered, completely oblivious to her commanding tone. As Liv jumped up to do as Miranda had asked, the golden haired slave girl had already turned her attention back to the man leaning against the carriage. "No, Nakhti, don't!" she said sharply as the guard threatened to pass out, "Don't pass out on me now! I will help you, but I need you to stay awake at least for a little longer. Please, Nakhti, I will lay you down now, but you have to help me. You're too heavy for me to do this on my own."

Nakhti opened his mouth to speak but nodded instead as he shifted and leaned into Miranda's guiding arms as she laid him back on the ground.

Liv quickly climbed in the carriage and grabbed the blanket. She began looking frantically for the herbs. Where is it, where is it? she was becoming frantic looking for it. At last she found it and breathed a sigh of relief.

Pausing as she exited the carriage she watched Miranda gently lower Nakhti to a laying position before racing back to them. "Here they are my love," Liv said, falling to her knees. She handed the bag to Miranda and unfolded the blanket, covering Nakhti with it. "What’s wrong with him?" she asked Miranda as she lightly stroked Nakhti’s cheek.

"Thank you, my love. It was just too much stress," Miranda said softly as she covered Nakhti with the blanket and looked through the bag of herbs, fishing out a small branch. "I believe we still have some hot water," she said to Liv, "Put some of it into a pot and drop this in, please. This will help drop the fever."

Miranda brushed her hand over Nakhti's forehead to feel the temperature again. It was still very high, still it had already dropped noticeably; this fact reassured Miranda and helped her calm down and gather her thoughts. The herb extract Liv was preparing just a few feet away would help break the fever for good... "Don't worry, my friend, you will be alright. I promise," she added and leant forward to kiss his cheek.

Nakhti smiled up at Miranda as Liv prepared the extract. "Thank you my angel," he said touching her soft cheek before the world went dark.

Love Of All Times (15/?)

Wed, 21 Dec 2005 03:58:40 GMT

Title: Love Of All Times 15/?
Author: little___hobbit and Fin_Anwamane
Type: RPS
Pairing: Liv/Miranda
Rating: NC-17
Beta: Ourselves
Warning: Physical violence, abuse and rape described in later chapters not between the main pairing.
Disclaimer: This never happened. This was written in fun that's all.
Feedback: Yes please send to paddington-bear@web.de
or glorfindel@hornorfgondor.com
Archiving: The Angels Realm, others please ask.

Summary: A.U. An Egyptian Princess and her slave fall for one another and overcome the threats of their environment

Italics indicate thoughts

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The two women had been up since sunrise fishing again to get food for the day which had ended in a small water fight full of laughter and squealing; all the tension of the past few days had lifted after Miranda had checked on a sleeping Nakhti and found that the healing had progressed quite a bit since they had set up camp last night. When they returned to the small camp Liv had hung their gowns up to dry on a nearby tree before she settled down around the fire laughing and talking with Miranda as they cooked. The smell of the fish drifted inside Nakhti's tent and stirred him from his sleep.

With a little effort Nakhti got to his feet and exited the tent. "Good morning ladi..." he started but was unable to finish as his mouth dropped open and his voice caught in his throat. There they were, the Princess and her love sitting by the fire as naked as the day they were born. "I, um, I. A thousand apologies," Nakhti stammered as he spun and re-entered his tent, his face a bright red color. "By the Gods, why are they sitting around like that?" he muttered to himself. “They should know better.” He continued shaking his head.

Liv looked up at Nakhti when she heard him speak. She began laughing as the man became at a loss for words and began blushing. Her laughter only increased as he entered his tent and the sounds of muttering and banging around could be heard. "I think poor Nakhti is a little shaken," Liv said as she got up and went to retrieve their gowns from the tree. "I think we had better dress again," she said, still giggling from the thought of Nakhti's face.

Just sitting there by the fire with her love and chit-chatting about this and that was everything Miranda could have asked for. She felt happy and content and giggled at something Liv said, snuggling close to her love and stealing a kiss every now and then as they were cooking the fish. The whole atmosphere was so relaxed and happy that Miranda completely forgot about everything else, including the injured guard in the tent nearby.

Chuckling, Miranda disentangled herself from Liv's embrace to stir the stew and turn the sticks on which some fish were roasting over the fire. Luckily, Nakhti had packed a lot of salt and spices so none of the food she'd prepared on their journey tasted bland, but actually very good.

As she added some curcuma to the stew, Miranda suddenly remembered Nakhti and looked up, only to find him standing behind them, in the entrance of his tent, frozen in mid-sentence and mid-movement, his face burning bright red and his eyes bulging. Miranda followed his shocked stare and looked down on herself. Only then did she realize that she was still wearing nothing; at once, her face took on the same deep red shade as Nakhti's and she gave a frightened squeak, covering herself with her hands and arms, though this was not too successful.

At last Nakhti disappeared into his tent again, and only then did Miranda dare to relax again. When Liv handed her the gown with a giggle, Miranda half-glared at her and quickly took the dress and pulled it over her head. "Since when was he standing there? You did that on purpose, didn't you?" she asked with a pout, "You enjoy seeing me blush!"

"He just walked up I think. I realized he was there at the same time you did," Liv said with a slight giggle as she looked at the expression on her love's face. She gave Miranda a hug and kissed her gently on the lips. "I am sorry he saw you this way, my love. I can tell you are slightly embarrassed. For me it's nothing. We bathed together as little kids," she said squeezing Miranda's hands. "I had better go check on the poor man. It's been years since he's been with a woman and we may have given him heart failure," she said as she released Miranda and turned heading for the tent. Pausing half way she looked back to Miranda over her shoulder, “And you are very cute when you blush,” she added with a small grin.

"I am not embarrassed, it's just..." Miranda trailed off blushed even more. "Yes, go and check in on him," she murmured and gave Liv a small glare when her love teased her before she entered the guard's tent. While she sat there and focused on the food, Miranda's mind trailed off. It was true, she had not been embarrassed that Nakhti had seen her naked but she had not really felt comfortable either.

Being exposed before a man had reminded her of why they had fled the Temple, and she could not really bring herself to bring up the topic again. Even though Liv had never said anything, Miranda knew only too well how much trouble Liv had with the knowledge that it had been her own father to have abused her love in a way that it caused Miranda nightmares. If she was honest, she still was having them, but for the sake of her love, she had hid this fact rather well.

"What were you thinking?" Nakhti asked as Liv entered the tent. "I mean, seeing you that way does not bother me, but seeing her like that. I am so embarrassed and I am sure she is as well. How will I ever be able to look at her again without blushing?" he added.

"Oh, grow up you big baby," Liv said giving Nakhti a playful slap on the arm, "Our clothes got wet while we were fishing and I hung them to dry. I thought you would be asleep for sometime and we would be able to dress again before you saw us."

"You should have wrapped in blankets or something," Nakhti pouted, the redness finally leaving his face. "How did you get wet fishing anyway?" he added, a questioning look on his face.

“This time it was on purpose,” Liv said before realizing it sounded like there had been a first time.

“This time?” Nakhti asked raising an eyebrow.

With a sigh Liv replied, "Yesterday I, um, I fell in. Then Miranda fell in trying to pull me out," she answered, feeling herself blush now. She had hoped Nakhti would not find out about the little incident.

"You did what?" Nakhti asked before he began laughing really hard, the image of what they must have looked like running through his mind. "I wish I had seen that," he said, holding his side as his laughter subsided.

"I think you have seen enough," said Liv, a grin on her face.

"I believe I have," Nakhti replied, blushing again as his mind returned to the thought of the two nude women. "Between you and me," Nakhti whispered, "She is very beautiful; even more so than I had ever imagined."

Liv slapped him again. "Dirty sod!" she exclaimed and added, "I think you should go apologize to her." She placed her hands on her hips.

"Yes, I think it would be best," Nakhti said as he headed for the exit of the tent.

Miranda's thoughts were interrupted when Nakhti emerged from the tent. He still had slightly pink ears and tried to avoid her gaze; Miranda sighed inwardly and stood. With gentle hands, she cupped his face and made him turn his gaze on her. "I am alright, my dear friend," she said softly, "I was just caught off guard. I rather have control over who I expose myself to, and when. Please forgive us for shocking you as we did." She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tight as a big lump formed in her throat.

"I reacted so scared because it brought back memories," Miranda whispered, fighting back tears, "Of Raneb and his..." She trailed off, unable to hold back the pain of the memory any longer and hid in the hug, sobbing softly. As the strong arms of the guard closed around her protectively and soothingly, Miranda snuggled further into the hug, her crying slowly subsiding. It felt strangely good to do this; without having known it, this had been just what she had needed to have the healing of the wounds on her soul progress further.

Nakhti continued holding Miranda as he began to caress her hair gently. "There is no need to worry my friend, you are safe now and I will see that no harm comes to you. My life for yours." He gave her a slight squeeze. "And for the Princess," he continued. His voice was very gentle and sincere as he spoke. "You have my apologies for what just happened. If I had known I would have never..." His voice trailed off and he simply stood there and consoled the sobbing woman.

If I ever get my hands on that bastard Raneb he will die by them, he thought to himself as he felt his own eyes begin to tear slightly.

Liv moved the flap covering the entrance to the tent and peaked out. She smiled as she saw Nakhti holding her love in his arms. She watched them a moment longer before closing the flap and tending to the blankets Nakhti had been sleeping on.

"And mine for yours," Miranda answered and lifted her head off his shoulder to look straight into Nakhti's eyes, "This goes both ways. Don't worry about what happened earlier. As I said, you caught me off guard." She hugged him tight and wiped a single tear from his cheek. "Don't cry, my friend, I will be fine. I am already healing, thanks to you and Liv."

She squeezed his hand and then pulled back. "And now let's get your strength back. Liv and I have caught fish, there's roasted fish and fish soup, and I also cooked the livers to get a salve that will seal off your wound for good. Liv?" she called out, "Where is she?" Miranda walked to the tent and peaked in. "My love, come on out, dinner is ready."

Liv looked up when the tent flaps opened and smiled at Miranda. "You two looked so sweet standing there together," she said getting up from the small cot and walking towards Miranda, "My love and my brother in each others arms. I hope you two are ok," she said as she took Miranda's hand and exited the tent.

Nakhti had taken a seat by the fire and was already sampling the food the women had prepared.

"Get your grubby hands off!" Liv ordered and Nakhti dropped what he had and looked up like a child who had been caught sneaking a treat. "Have you washed those hands yet?" Liv continued, sounding more like his mother now. "You get up this instant and go wash. Miranda and I will have your food served for you when you return."

Nakhti got to his feet and bowed as he turned without saying a word and headed for the small pond.

"I swear that man acts like a little kid sometimes," Liv said shaking her head.

Miranda giggled as she watched the little interaction between her friends and she put her hand on Liv's arm. "Now, now, my love, Nakhti's only recovering from a severe injury. Go easy on him," she said, still giggling and winking at Nakhti who was just returning from the pond. "Come here, Nakhti, let me fix you something." She reached for one of the plates they had brought with them and stacked it with heaps of fish and couscous and also filled a bowl with fish stew up to the rim and handed everything to Nakhti. "Go on, tuck in, you need your strength," she said with a bright smile, "We need to get you big again; you have become quite skinny lately."

"I'm only teasing with him," Liv whispered. "We have known each other for far too long for me to be upset at him," She added turning her eyes to Nakhti. "I hope you are hungry," she said as he took the food from Miranda.

"I am starved," he said as he eyed the food piled on his plate. "So tell me about this fishing you two did yesterday," Nakhti said to Miranda with a small wink as he took a bite of fish. He figured that this would get Liv riled up again.

After helping herself to some of the food, Miranda settled down next to Nakhti and giggled. "Oh, the fishing?" she said and took another bite of the fish, "Oh Nakhti, you should have seen it. Liv was doing very good, but when the first fish got caught in the net, they tugged, and Liv, well..." Unable to continue Miranda broke into new giggles again and fell back laughing as the images of wet, sputtering Liv returned to her mind.

Liv sat there, her eyebrow raised as Miranda erupted in a fit of giggles.

Nakhti to started laughing, thinking of what Liv had told him in the tent. He put is hand on Miranda's shoulder. "Please continue," he said through his laughter.

Unable to stop laughing, Miranda struggled to sit up, only to collapse against Nakhti's shoulder, nearly making him tip over his half-empty bowl of soup; her eyes were already filling with tears from all the laughter. "Well, she..." Miranda tried to breathe, "Liv... she was..." Once again, Miranda broke into new giggles, partly at the sour face her love was making, partly at the memories. "It surprised..." she gasped, "Surprised her, and..." Once more, nothing but Miranda's laughter rang through the evening air.

It took her several minutes to calm down long enough to finish the sentence. "She was caught in surprise so she fell in." This last image made her lose her countenance again, and Miranda curled up as she was hit by another giggling fit. "She fell in, Nakhti!"

Nakhti's giggles turned into pure laughter as Miranda continued. He could picture the scene in his mind and it would make him laugh even harder.

Liv looked at the two, a stern look on her face but slowly it turned to a grin, then to a giggle and ended in laughter as well. "She tried to pull me out," Liv said, "... and she fell in as well." Liv moved to sit right next to her love and leaned over her wrapping her arms around her as the three continued to laugh.

"I sure wish I could have seen that," Nakhti commented as he looked down at the two women leaning against him.

Miranda giggled and leaned against Nakhti's shoulder, catching Liv's eye and winking at her. "Yes, it was a lot of fun, you know. And it would have been even more fun had you been there." She slowly got to a stand and pulled Nakhti with her, slowly but surely leading him over to the shore of the pond again.

Liv smiled as she walked along just behind them. "So you would like to see us all wet?" She said to Nakhti as she stepped up on the opposite side as Miranda. "Are you ready my love?" Liv asked, looking over to Miranda, a small smile on her face.

Nakhti laughed. "Well it would be rather funny if you two looked like I imagine you did earlier."

"Ok then," Liv said as she grabbed Nakhti's arm with one hand and placed the other on his shoulder. "Now!" Liv shouted to Miranda.

Hardly able to believe that Nakhti didn't suspect anything, Miranda tried to keep a straight face during the little dialogue between Liv and Nakhti. When Liv shouted out, she quickly placed her hand on his shoulder as well and pushed, sending the guard stumbling forward towards the pond.

Nakhti realized too late what was going on and lost his balance as the two women pushed him. He fell head first into the pond and came up sputtering, much like Liv had. He sat there and looked at the two women on the shore who were holding onto each other and laughing. "A little help here ladies?" he asked at last. "My foot seems to be caught under a rock," he added sticking his hand out to them.

Liv reached for his hand but it was just out of reach and she was straining to reach it. "Hold on to me my love," she said to Miranda as she stepped right to the water's edge, her fingers just touching the tips of Nakhti's.

As her laughter subsided, Miranda stepped closer and reached for Liv's other hand, but then she stopped and lowered her arms again, thinking she'd seen some evil glimpse in Nakhti's eyes. "I don't know my love," she said hesitantly and eyed the man in the pond suspiciously.

"Please hurry," Nakhti said desperately as he saw Miranda hesitate. "Whatever my foot is caught on I think it had torn the flesh," he added with a grimace.

Liv turned to Miranda, a pleading look in her eyes. "Please my love," she said before returning her gaze to the trapped man in the water. She leaned even more as Nakhti let out a loud painful moan, her feet kicking small pebbles into the water as her toes were now at the edge.

"I really don't..." Miranda got interrupted by Nakhti's moan and it softened Miranda's heart almost instantly. Hurrying to Liv's side, she grabbed her love's hand so she could get closer to the guard. "Don't worry, Nakhti, we'll have you out in no time," she said anxiously.

With Miranda holding on to her Liv stretched out farther and grasped Nakhti's hand tight in hers. "Here we go my brother," she said as she began to pull.

Nakhti's grimace turned to a grin, as he pulled back hard on Liv's hand yanking both women from the shore and causing them to tumble into the water beside him. He burst into laughter as they sank and resurfaced.

"Argh!" was all Miranda got out before she hit the water; a second later she surfaced again, sputtering and glaring at the guard. "You rascal!" she exclaimed as she helped Liv into a more dignified position, "I *knew* you were only pretending! Oh, but wait till I get you!" And with this she splashed water into Nakhti's direction.

Liv gasped and brushed the hair from her eyes. "Oh you!" she exclaimed and joined Miranda in the splashing.

Nakhti closed his eyes as the first splashes hit him. Then shaking his head he began to splash back as he moved closer to the two women. Liv was the first he reached. He grabbed her and pushed her under the water releasing her quickly. He then made for Miranda and did the same to her.

He and Liv had often played in the river near the temple as kids in a manner much like this. It was bringing back fond childhood memories from a time when neither he nor Liv knew anything of the way her father really was.

He paused momentarily and watched the two women as they splashed each other. It had turned into one big game. Laughing he rejoined the two women and began splashing again.

After several minutes he was exhausted, still being weak from his injury. He stopped and held the two women, Miranda in one arm Liv in the other as he tried to regain his breath. "I've had enough," he said in a rather winded voice.

Immediately, Miranda stopped laughing and checked Nakhti's shoulder. She winced when she saw the wound slightly bleeding again. "I am so sorry, Nakhti," she said, honestly embarrassed that she of all three of them had forgotten of the guard's injury, "I am afraid we have exaggerated. Liv, help me get him back to the fire."

By the fire, Miranda spread a blanket on the ground and gently made the guard lie down again while Liv got the water cauldron and some stripes of cloth they had prepared earlier on. Miranda took the stripes from Liv with one hand, with the other, she caught Liv's hand and brought it to her lips, pressing a gentle kiss to her fingers, before she focused on cleaning the wound again.

"For the rest of this day, you will rest, and tomorrow too," she said to the guard, the look on her face making it clear that she would not endure any arguments, "And now you have to be a bit brave. This salve will burn some when I put it on, but it will help to stop the bleeding." She picked up the small pot in which she had prepared the fish liver salve and took a small amount of it to gently apply it onto the wound.

Liv smiled as Miranda kissed her fingers then turned her attention to what Miranda was doing. She was becoming worried for her friend once more, but trusted Miranda to take good care of him.

Nakhti lay there as Miranda worked on his shoulder. The wound felt as if it were on fire; the longer the burning continued the more the pain increased. He could feel himself becoming very cold although he was sweating. When Miranda gave the order for rest he did not argue at all, instead he took her by the hand, causing her to pause momentarily and look him in the eyes. "Will I be alright?" he asked, "I mean, my shoulder." He paused. "I will not lose my arm will I?" His voice was full of concern as he spoke.

"No, you won't," Miranda said softly and brushed a hand over his head. "Your arm will be fine, I promise. That is, if you listen to me and rest." She leant forward and examined the wound a bit more closely. The cut still went rather deep, so that meant they would have to stay put for another week in order to make sure that Nakhti would get the rest the wound needed to close fully again. But even though no one else had come to the oasis since their arrival three days ago did not mean that they would remain this lucky for another seven days... Miranda hesitated and bit her lip as she sat back on her heels, studying the pained grimace on Nakhti's face. She did have the knowledge, and also the means, as they had packed her bag with all her herbs and the other things...

"Nakhti," Miranda began slowly, "When I was still living with my people, I spent a lot of time with our old healing woman... and last year, one of the other slaves on the caravan I was travelling with was a shaman... They both taught me a lot about healing..." She stopped again, not sure how to word her suggestion. "I could stitch the wound," Miranda said at last, "If you are up to it, that is, and if you want me to. But we have already lingered here longer than we should have. We should not count on our luck too much that we remain the only visitors to this oasis for another week. With your wound stitched, it should heal more quickly and we could be on our way again in four days at the latest."

Nakhti smiled up at Miranda. She was right. They had been blessed with the luck of not seeing anyone so far, but that could change at any time. Releasing her hand he gently touched her cheek. "Thank you," he said before turning his attention to Liv. "Will you go get the bottle of ale out of the wagon for me please? It's stored under the seat," he said. "A few drinks and I should be ready for you to stitch," he said looking back to Miranda as Liv went to get the bottle for him.

"Will you promise me something?" Nakhti asked, as he looked deep into Miranda's eyes. "If anything should ever happen to me will you look after Liv and take care of her?"

Liv returned a moment later and gave Nakhti the bottle. He began sipping as the women got the balm ready. Once he felt himself ready he turned to Miranda again. "Be gentle with me," he said with a wink. Liv sat down and took his head in her lap as Miranda prepared to stitch his wound.

New mood theme...finally :D

Mon, 19 Dec 2005 22:56:05 GMT

Well, I finally did it. I've been wanting a custom mood theme for a while now and finally got one finished and uploaded :) It's a Liv Tyler theme from the movie Stealing Beauty *bounces*

Christmas Elf Name

Mon, 19 Dec 2005 22:47:20 GMT

Your Elf Name Is...

Spicy Slave O' Santa

What's Your Elf Name?

Stolen from little___hobbit

Sat, 17 Dec 2005 00:44:32 GMT

Go here to make your own :)

Birthday wishes

Thu, 15 Dec 2005 01:25:27 GMT

I would like to wish my wonderful wife sairalinde a very happy birthday and a happy anniversary!!!!
*cuddles you*

Love you honey!!!

Hand Writing Test

Mon, 12 Dec 2005 00:45:12 GMT

(stolen from little___hobbit)

What does your handwriting say about YOU?

The results of your analysis say:

You like to be surrounded by four solid walls.
You are a shy, idealistic person who does not find it easy to have relationships, especially intimate ones.
You are affectionate, passionate, expressive, and future-oriented.
You are not very reserved, impatient, self-confident and fond of action.
You are self-confident and like to bring attention to yourself.

Love Of All Times (14/?)

Sun, 11 Dec 2005 21:50:40 GMT

Title: Love Of All Times 14/?
Author: little___hobbit and Fin_Anwamane
Type: RPS
Pairing: Liv/Miranda
Rating: NC-17
Beta: Ourselves
Warning: Physical violence, abuse and rape described in later chapters not between the main pairing.
Disclaimer: This never happened. This was written in fun that's all.
Feedback: Yes please send to paddington-bear@web.de
or glorfindel@hornorfgondor.com
Archiving: The Angels Realm, others please ask.

Summary: A.U. An Egyptian Princess and her slave fall for one another and overcome the threats of their environment

Italics indicate thoughts

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The sun was burning down mercilessly on the three travelers. Miranda turned around on her seat on the carriage to look back at Nakhti lying on the bench, his head in the Princess' lap. His head was covered with sweat, but he was shivering as if he was cold. Even though she had changed the dressing just a few hours ago, during a hasted halt, it was already soaked with his blood again. Although most his wounds had healed well, there was one particularly deep cut on Nakhti's shoulder that would not mend.

Miranda caught Liv's worried look and forced herself to an encouraging smile, only half succeeding. She too was worried, scared for the life of their friend and prayed to the Deities to spare the guard's life. Please spare him... He has proven himself more than worthy of your mercy, please! Take me in his stead if you want to call anyone to you, but not Nakhti!

She had steered the carriage across a shallow spot of the river that they were following north to the other bank, knowing that the paths on this side of the stream were not as occupied as on the other; with Nakhti injured as badly as he was, Miranda figured it was safer to stay out of the way of other travelers, and luckily, they met no one. Suddenly the carriage jumped over a large rock that had been hidden in the sand, making Nakhti groan in pain, and Miranda urged the horses on to go faster, though still slow enough to be able to steer the carriage safely and relatively gently.

At last, after almost two more hours of their hurried travel, Miranda spotted a small oasis about two miles or so off the normal traveling tracks. She knew the oasis from her days of travel with various slave traders, remembering that it was rarely visited because of its remote position. Miranda steered the horses into that direction and urged them on again, and fifteen minutes later, they finally arrived at the oasis. Miranda slowed down the horses again and looked around the place, searching for the right spot for their camp.

The oasis appeared to not have offered shelter to any visitors lately, for the trees were full with fruit. The thing that caught Miranda's eye though, was a small pond, and it was full of fish. Miranda's heart skipped a beat at the sight. Thank you, thank you, thank you!!! Miranda intoned silently and stopped the carriage in the shadow of a few trees.

Jumping off the driver's seat, she immediately set to putting up the tents. "Liv, would you please go and see if you can find some wood?" she asked the Princess, "And then heat up some water to clean Nakhti's wound?"

Liv rose and placed a folded blanket under Nakhti's head. "I will return shortly my love." She replied glancing to Miranda before getting down and taking an axe from the carriage. She made her way through the small grove of trees and began cutting smaller limbs from some of them, trying to get the dryer ones knowing they would burn better.

After several minutes Liv had returned and built the fire as Miranda continued her work with the tents. She was heating the water when she heard Nakhti stirring slightly in the carriage.

Raising his head Nakhti looked around. "Where are we?" He asked in a tired, weak voice. He let out a groan as he tried to rise farther into a sitting position.

The tents were set up quickly as Miranda had had time to practise for the past few days already and so she set out once she was done and collected some fruit while Liv was fussing with the cauldron. Returning to their little camp with an armful of fresh fruit, Miranda sat down beside Liv and ripped more stripes off the old gown that they were using for the dressing of Nakhti's wounds.

When the guard stirred, she gave Liv a quick glance and rose to her feet. Walking quickly over to the carriage, she found Nakhti attempting to rise. "We are at a small oasis, Nakhti," she said softly and gently forced him to lie down again. "It is off the tracks, we are safe here. Let Liv and I tend to everything while you rest. You need it," she added gently stroking a hand over his hair.

Reluctantly Nakhti lay back and looked up at Miranda as she stroked his hair. He wanted to get up and help, but he knew he had not the strength to do so. "Thank you," he said at last just before he went into a coughing spell. His body trembled slightly; he felt very cold but didn't want to say anything for he knew the women would worry.

Liv poured warm water into a bowl and took it to Miranda. "Here my love," she said, handing the bowl to her. "You will be alright Nakhti," Liv said smiling to him and squeezing his hand. She hoped the smile would hide the concern she felt inside for his health.

Miranda squeezed Liv's hand tight as she was handed the water and immediately took up her task of undressing the wound at Nakhti's shoulder and carefully washing it out. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Liv grabbing Nakhti's hand and holding it as the treatment, no matter how careful Miranda was, gave the guard pain; it made her feel even more guilty. "I am so sorry," she murmured, not realizing she was speaking out loud what she was thinking, "Please do not hate me for putting you in such pain."

Carefully Miranda rinsed the small rag and finished cleaning the wound but refrained from dressing it again, deciding that maybe the air would finally help seal the wound. Putting aside the small bowl, she carefully helped Nakhti sit.

"Let's get you out of the carriage and over to the tents," she said softly, "You will be more comfortable there than in the carriage. Liv, help me, please?"

As the two women started helping him to a sitting position Nakhti paused and took both of Miranda’s hands in his. "Hate you. How could I ever hate you my sweet girl," he said as he smiled and reached up to brush some stray blonde hair from her face.

Liv could not help but smile at the tenderness the guard was showing to her love and she could see a small blush creeping over Miranda's face from the attention as well. She was so glad Nakhti felt that way for Miranda; it made things easier for Liv too, knowing that the two people who were most important to her were getting along so great. Of course, she knew of what had happened in her father's chambers that terrible night that seemed to be so far away by now; even though Nakhti had tried to back out of it, Liv had made him tell her what he knew while they had prepared their flight and packed. Miranda's soft voice brought Liv back into the present again, and together with her love she helped Nakhti step out of the carriage.

Miranda blushed at Nakhti's words, realizing she'd spoken her thoughts out loud. She placed her hand over Nakhti's and smiled shyly. "I know you don't hate me, I just..." She trailed off and shook her head not really knowing herself why she'd thought that in the first place either. "Come on, my friend."

Together with Liv, she led the big man over to the tents and made him lie down in the larger one on a soft bedstead she had prepared inside. "I will not dress your wound again," Miranda explained as she brushed an errand strand of dark hair from his forehead, "The air should do you good and help the wound to close soon; but you need to stay in here and rest. Liv and I will not be too far away, so if you need anything, just call, but do *not* get up," she said with emphasis and leant forward to kiss Nakhti's forehead, then she left the tent and waited for Liv to emerge too.

Once her love joined her in the open again, Miranda pulled her close and kissed her softly. "We should stay here for a few days," she said softly, "As I said to Nakhti just now, it is off the tracks, so we should be relatively safe. And Nakhti needs the rest without the bumping of the carriage for a few days, or his shoulder will never heal. This place is ideal." She pointed over to the small pond. "It is full of fish, so we can stock up on something else than just dry bread and dried alligator meat. Nakhti needs a healthier diet, so we should use our stay here to stock up on as much food as possible. I will put up some bird traps too," Miranda added as she walked over to the carriage and looked through their luggage for anything she might use to fish with.
To her surprise and delight, she found that Nakhti had packed quite a large amount of rope. With a happy smile, she took the rope and returned to the fire. "I can make a small fishing net out of some of this rope," she explained to Liv, "So we can catch some fish."

"Oh fishing! That sounds nice," Liv said with a big smile as she watched Miranda working with the rope for a minute before chiming in again. "My love... uhm... how do you fish?" she asked, a little ashamed that she knew nothing of fishing. She had led a very protected and sheltered life within the walls of the temple. There were some things she could do like use a sword, although her father knew nothing of her knowledge of swordplay, it had been Nakhti who had trained her in private without anyone knowing.

Inside the tent Nakhti was restless. He felt bad that he was being a burden to the women. Here he was trying to help them escape the torment of the Princess's father and was trying to protect them, now with his injured shoulder he felt totally useless. It was him they would have to protect and take care of until he healed. He had resided to that fact only moments ago when he gave Liv his sword, deciding it might be of better use with the women. He was sure that Liv would keep it close by in case it was needed. After tossing and turning for some time Nakhti finally got comfortable and closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep listening to the women talking outside.

Miranda looked up from her work and smiled. "I will be happy to show you, my love," she replied and cut a generous amount of rope for the half-finished net, "Let me start by showing you how to make a net. If you want to help me, we better have two." She patiently showed Liv how to tie the knots for the net, feeling somewhat proud at how quickly her love was learning.

Not much later, both nets were done, and Miranda got up again and also helped Liv to stand. "Come on, let's catch some fish," she said and planted a soft kiss on her lips, then picked up the nets and grabbed the Princess' hand to pull her over to the pond. "It is not hard," Miranda said, "My father showed me a few useful tricks when I was a child. I helped him a lot when I was still living with them," she added without any feeling of bitterness as it usually accompanied all her thoughts of her home though; with Liv at her side, any place in the world was just as good as her old home.

She led Liv to the very brink of the pond and stepped behind her, wrapping her arms around her and reaching for her hands. "Spread the net like this," Miranda whispered into Liv's ear, struggling to ignore the desire that immediately woke inside her at being so close to her love, though she could not help to teasingly nuzzle the Princess' nape, "and now throw it flat onto the water. Don't worry if it won't work the first time."

Liv spread her arms stretching the net wide. She wasn't sure if she was doing this right and was finding it rather difficult to concentrate on what she was doing because Miranda's nuzzling was distracting her somewhat. She was also fighting hard to resist the urge to drop the net and take her love in her arms.

"Is this correct?" she finally asked, still having no idea of what she was doing.

Miranda nodded and nibbled lightly at her love's nape, but then she forced herself not to go any further with her teasing. "Yes, you are doing well. Now you wrap that rope around your wrist so you can pull the net back onto land and then throw it onto the water, here, let me show you." She reluctantly let go of Liv and took the second net, spreading it like the Princess was holding hers already. Wrapping the end of her security rope around her wrist, Miranda securely tossed the net out onto the water; it landed perfectly flat on the surface. She had tied little stones and other anchors into one side of the net, so it immediately sank to the bottom. Miranda smiled at Liv. "You want to try now?" she asked and leant over to steal a small kiss from the Princess.

Fighting off the shiver that had just ran through her, Liv did as Miranda did. Wrapping the rope around her wrist she pulled the net back to her and tossed it back into the water. She watched it sank and smiled. "I think I'm getting the hang of this. It doesn't seem too difficult," she said looking over at Miranda.

She was taking in the sight of Miranda; the wind blowing her love’s gown against her body revealing her curves, her golden hair waving in the breeze. She was biting her bottom lip and fighting off the urge to go to Miranda and make sweet passionate love to her when the tug came unexpectedly on her net. Squealing at the sudden tug she lost her balance and fell face first into the water. She came up seconds later sputtering and spitting water, her long dark hair sticking to her face and her gown clinging tightly to her soaked body.

Miranda smiled proudly when she saw that Liv was doing well and gently pulled at the rope of her own net, slowly pulling it back towards the shore, always paying notice on the tugging on the rope. "When you feel a tug at your rope, don't be scared, it tells you that fish are caught in your net," she was just saying when suddenly Liv squealed and fell into the water. "Liv!" Miranda called out and quickly wrapped the rope of her net around the trunk of a tree, then she rushed into the water where Liv was already surfacing again.

At the sight of her drained but otherwise obviously unharmed love, Miranda's fear was gone immediately; even more so, Liv looking all drained and with the hair sticking to her face was such a funny thing to see that Miranda burst into laughter. "Oh my love," she gasped, "I am sorry, I didn't mean to laugh, but..." She giggled and stepped forward to help Liv up. The ground of the pond was muddy, and so her foot found an especially slippery spot; with a squeal Miranda lost her balance and landed right next to Liv in the water, sputtering and looking just as drained as her love, though in addition her face shone in the brightest possible red.

Liv erupted in a fit of laughter as she looked at Miranda next to her in the water. Her beautiful golden hair plastered to her face as well. Moving to her Liv wrapped her arms around Miranda. "We're all wet," she said, still giggling. "Come on, let's try this again," she added as she reached under the water looking for her net. Once she found it she took Miranda's hand in hers and headed for the bank.

Tossing the net to the ground Liv took her wet garment in her hands and pulled it over her head tossing it to the ground. "It will be easier to fish without that wet gown sticking to you," she said looking at Miranda. "Well come on," she added as the woman hesitated, "Oh, you're not worried about Nakhti seeing you naked are you?" she asked as she picked up her net. "Is there anything else I need to know?" she continued, a small grin on her face, as she walked back to the waters edge where she wrapped the rope around her wrist and tossed the net back in the water.

Miranda could not help but laugh with her love as they both sat in the shallow water, wet from head to toe. She gave her love's hand a gentle squeeze and followed her back to the bank. As Liv took off her dress, Miranda blushed; partly out of embarrassment, partly, because seeing her love's gorgeous body thus, in the bright light of day, was a sight she'd never seen before. Back at the Temple, they had had to hide in the dark of night, under the blanket of the Princess' bed, or in the water of the bath.

"No, it is not Nakhti," Miranda said, her voice sounding somehow hoarse and she cleared her throat, blushing even more when Liv looked at her, "It's just... I have never seen your body in daylight before," Miranda admitted honestly, "You are so beautiful, so gorgeous... I think I am falling in love with you even more right now." She slowly reached for the seam of her own gown and pulled it over her head. Standing naked before her love made her even more conscious of her lust and desire; it took her everything not to use the fishing net she was picking up for something that had as little to do with fishing as a rock with flying.

At last Miranda stood beside Liv again, as close as she could consciously allow herself to without having to fear that she might forget about their task of catching fish. "Once the net is in the water, you slowly pull it back towards the bank again," she explained, "Don't be startled by the tugging and pulling, keep on pulling it in, just like this."

Liv was a quick learner, and so they soon had caught a rather large amount of fish, some of which Miranda was intending on drying, others on grilling over the fire, and another part was to be cooked as soup. She showed Liv how to clean the fish; they put aside the livers for Miranda to cook a salve out of it later, and the other intestines of the fish, Miranda threw into the fire for a small sacrifice to the Deities. That done and with the fish stew simmering away above the fire, Miranda leant against a trunk by the fire and spread her legs, patting the sand between them. "Come sit with me, my love," she said in an almost purring tone.

Liv looked over to Miranda and nibbled at her bottom lip as she slid from the rock she was sitting on and crawled over to her love. She came to a stop between Miranda’s legs, sitting on her knees facing her. “You are so beautiful.” Liv whispered as she reached out and ran her hand between Miranda’s breasts, up her neck and cupped her cheek.

Her breathing quickened as Miranda watched Liv in almost cat-like movements crawl over to her; the closer her love came to her, the warmer she felt inside, until the desire to make love with Liv here and now was almost burning her. With eyes wide open she looked into her love's face, some part of her still in disbelief that a woman as beautiful and gentle as Liv should really love her. A soft moan escaped her when Liv trailed her hand between her breasts, leaving a tingle on her skin that quickly spread all throughout her body.

Shuddering she leant against the fingers caressing her skin so gently and studied Liv's eyes; there was nothing but deepest love in the sparkling blue pools, and a lust that almost equalled the love Miranda could see. She licked her lips hungrily and turned her head to capture the hand cupping her cheek with her lips. "It's you who's beautiful," she said blushing slightly and let the tip of her tongue run over Liv's palm as she lightly held the hand by the wrist.

Their gazes met, two pairs of eyes darkened with passion and want for one another. It was always like this for Miranda; almost everything Liv said or did made her hunger for a chance to make love to the Princess, to show her love new ways of living out their passion, to find even more ways to make love than Miranda already knew. Miranda leant forward and brushed her lips lightly over Liv's, catching her love's bottom lip with her teeth and nibbling at it teasingly before she gently thrust her tongue past those soft curves of Liv's full lips and into the warm, welcoming mouth that tasted so uniquely like Liv.

There was no passion in the kiss at first; only an almost lazy tangling and swirling of tongues and still, it was enough to take Miranda's breath away and to wake the lust inside her for good. With a moan, she thrust her tongue deeper into Liv's mouth and tangled her hand into Liv's long, black hair as the two women fought for the upper hand of the kiss; in the end, Miranda gave in and let Liv take control of the shared intimacy. She breathed heavily as they broke the kiss after long moments to gasp for air. Locking her gaze once more with her love's, Miranda slowly shifted until she lay flat on the ground before the Princess in the most seductive way. Her hands reached up to her breasts and cupped them gently, the thumbs softly rubbing over the erect nipples.

"Nakhti's fast asleep, I do not think he will awake again today," Miranda whispered invitingly, "Make love to me, please... Take me, I'm yours to do with as you please."

Liv looked down at her love and felt her breath catch at the beautiful sight laid out before her. Without saying a word Liv placed a hand between Miranda’s legs and ran her fingers along the folds of her love’s entrance loving the reaction this elicited from the other woman.

Leaning down she kissed Miranda first on the inside of her left thigh, then the right. “I will make love to you.” Liv whispered, her voice shaky as she raised her head and glanced lustfully at Miranda. Lowering her head once more she let her tongue join her fingers in teasing the tender flesh of her love's entrance.

Miranda gasped loudly and arched from the ground as she felt her love's fingers tease her entrance. The lust that had been simmering inside her ever since they had taken off their gowns was now burning brightly, and there was no way of stopping any more. One of her hands reached up and fisted in her own hair while her other kept caressing her own breast. As Liv pressed gentle kisses on the oversensitive flesh of her thighs, Miranda moaned loudly and began roaming her hand all over her body, torn between never wanting this moment to end and already craving the endless bliss of completion.

"Yes, please," Miranda begged with a moan as Liv whispered and looked down at her love lying between her legs, "Please make love to me..." Her chest rose and fell in quick succession as her breathing came in ragged pants and her whole body trembled from the feather-like touch of Liv's fingers to the folds of her entrance; "Please, Liv, I..." The words got lost in a passionate cry as Liv lowered her head and brushed her tongue over Miranda's entrance, making her tremble almost violently with want and need.

Pleased with the reactions Miranda was showing her Liv continued lapping gently at her love’s entrance momentarily before slipping her tongue inside Miranda. Liv felt a shiver run through her, as she tasted her love’s sweet juices. Moving her finger slightly she began to caress her love’s welling bud as her tongue continued to delve in and out of her love’s hot entrance.

Unable to control herself Liv moved her own hand between her legs and began to rub herself, slowly at first but the speed increased as Miranda’s gasps and moans lingered on. Removing her tongue from inside her love she flicked her tongue over Miranda’s now swollen bud before biting it gently as she slipped a finger inside her love.

Her arching and writhing beneath Liv became almost frantic as Miranda felt nearly overwhelmed by the sensations that her love's tongue slipping in and out of her body and the finger rubbing her bud caused in her. She had forgotten completely about time and space; it was as if she was living just for this, for Liv making love to her and driving her insane with all the attentions she showed her shivering body.

Miranda's soft whimpers and moans floated across the small oasis as Liv continued to torture her in this sweet, sensuous way. She put her legs over Liv's shoulders to pull her love closer and rolled her hips in time with the thrusts of the Princess' tongue; her one hand was still fisted tightly in her own hair and Miranda turned her head to bite down on her arm to muffle yet another loud moan. Miranda could feel Liv writhing and with much effort lifted her head to find her love rubbing herself. She moaned and arched even further against her love's mouth and finger just as Liv withdrew her tongue, causing Miranda to whimper wantonly. "Liv, no, don't sto... nnngh!"

Once again, Miranda's words got lost in a desperate moan as her love chose exactly that moment to nibble at her swollen bud and slip a finger into her entrance, causing Miranda to buck her hips even more urgently.

Liv moaned against her love’s bud as she slipped a finger inside herself. Totally lost in the heat of the moment Liv raised her body slightly forcing Miranda’s legs even higher as they were over her shoulders; this gave Liv even better access to Miranda’s entrance. Almost frantically she inserted another finger inside her love, seeking out her sweet spot as she began swirling her tongue around Miranda’s bud. “Oh my love!” Liv gasped as her own hand was moving rapidly in and out of herself as she began to buck to meet it.

"God yes!" Miranda gasped and rolled her hips even more as Liv inserted a second finger into her trembling body and almost instantly found her sweet spot. She was close to completion already, and the noises that Liv made, indicating how close her love was too, only added to Miranda's arousal. "So close," she whimpered and gulped, "So close, please, Liv..."

Liv increased the speed of both hands, the fingers in her love and the fingers pleasing herself. He mouth alternated rapidly from lapping at her love’s bud to sucking it in her mouth and scraping it lightly with her teeth. Her breathing was becoming ragged and her body was beginning to shake. Miranda’s moans and pleas only pushed her closer to her own climax, a climax she needed so badly.

Miranda's writhing and bucking was becoming faster and more erratic by the minute now; everything around her was spiraling down to the point of no return, making her vision blur as Liv drove her even further into her lust with every thrust of her fingers, every lap of her tongue and every scrape of her teeth over her bud. "God, Liv, I love you," Miranda kept repeating these words almost like a mantra as beads of sweat appeared all over her heated body and made her skin glisten in the sunlight. At last, Miranda could not hold back any longer, and with a lustful scream of her love's name that seemed to carry all over the oasis, she gave in to her climax.

Liv pressed her mouth tightly to her love’s entrance to lap up all of Miranda’s sweet juices as her climax hit. The taste combined with the movements and the sound of her love’s voice pushed Liv over the edge as well. She drove her body down hard upon her own hand as her climax overtook her.

Her body shuddering and trembling violently, Miranda screamed out her climax not caring at all if there were anyone to hear them. Never before had she made love in such a disclosed spot as this oasis, for even though it was off the usual tracks, there was still a real danger of being seen. Despite her order to stay in bed, Nakhti could get up and walk in on them, or some lonesome traveler could decide to seek shelter from the coming night in this oasis.

But nothing of all that happened as Miranda shuddered and writhed and bucked and rode out her orgasm, the sensation of it doubled and prolonged by Liv's hungry mouth lapping and sucking at her entrance. After a final, almost violent thrust of her hips against Liv's mouth, Miranda fell completely limp, sated and spent from the passionate way Liv had just made love to her. Gasping for breath, she looked down on her love and smiled at her as she brushed damp hair out of Liv's face.

“I love you,” Liv panted as she smiled up at Miranda, trying very hard to keep her eyes open. Exhaustion was now overtaking her and she was finding it increasingly hard to remain awake.

"I love you too," Miranda replied softly and with effort reached for her love's hands to pull her up beside her. "You are amazing," she said and kissed Liv deeply, moaning softly as she tasted herself in her love's mouth, then they snuggled up in one another's arms and lay there, both of them trying desperately to catch their breath.

Miranda felt wonderfully lazy and just ever so happy as she lay there in her love's arms, on the grass in the lengthening shadows of the afternoon sun, but soon the exhaustion caused by their passion claimed its prize and Miranda unsuccessfully tried to stifle a yawn.

Blushing slightly from Miranda’s words Liv slowly go to her feet. “Let’s turn in my love.” She whispered as she offered her hands to her love to help her up. Once the two were inside the tent Liv pulled Miranda to her for a deep long passionate kiss as her hands roamed down Miranda’s back stopping at her bottom, cupping her cheeks in her hands.

As Liv pulled her close and brought her hands to her bottom, Miranda gasped into the kiss and shuddered despite herself, all tiredness chased away by the touch of Liv's hands to her body. "You are quite insatiable today, aren't you," she teased her love and put her hands on Liv's shoulders, gently forcing her to sit down on the bed with her. "But I will be more than happy to still your hunger for you," Miranda murmured and made Liv lie back, straddling her love and capturing her lips for yet another deep kiss that promised more love, lust and passion for both of them.

Wooooooooooo PIG WHAT?!?!??!?!!

Wed, 07 Dec 2005 00:26:29 GMT

Here's a once in a lifetime photo op you don't want to miss!!!

This photo was taken at a recent Arkansas Razorback football game.

Arkansas Razorback players Clarke Moore, Brett Goode and Casey Dick need to stop hanging out on the sidelines!

Tequila and the cat

Sun, 04 Dec 2005 17:36:26 GMT

What happens when you:

1) have nothing to do

2) own a sharp knife

3) have a large lime

4) own a patient cat

5) drink too much tequila

6) and it's football season?

Birthday Wishes

Sat, 03 Dec 2005 23:58:37 GMT

Happy Birthday to my little sis and wonderful friend little___hobbit!!!!!!

Okay, I know I'm a little late, can you forgive me?

Love you sis!

Harry Potter Quiz

Thu, 01 Dec 2005 00:54:12 GMT

Snape - Potions

Harry Potter: Which Hogwarts professor would you be?
brought to you by Quizilla

Love Of All Times (13/?)

Sun, 27 Nov 2005 22:27:31 GMT

Title: Love Of All Times 13/?
Author: little___hobbit and Fin_Anwamane
Type: RPS
Pairing: Liv/Miranda
Rating: NC-17
Beta: Ourselves
Warning: Physical violence, abuse and rape described in later chapters not between the main pairing.
Disclaimer: This never happened. This was written in fun that's all.
Feedback: Yes please send to paddington-bear@web.de
or glorfindel@hornorfgondor.com
Archiving: The Angels Realm, others please ask.

Summary: A.U. An Egyptian Princess and her slave fall for one another and overcome the threats of their environment

Italics indicate thoughts

~~~~~
Cassandra tried hard not to make any noise as Raneb rammed his member into her sore body after what had been far too short a period of recovery for her. Not that she could make much noise anyway. After the King had at first been amused by her constant begging for mercy, he'd grown tired of it at some point and had gagged her, only removing the rough fabric he used as a gag from her mouth from time to time to thrust his arousal down her throat. She forced back a sob when the movements of the King became more erratic and even rougher than normal, and a moment later, she felt him spill his seed inside her. Without caring for the weakened body underneath him, Raneb collapsed with his full weight on top of the slave girl.

At last Raneb rolled off her body and onto his back, sighing satisfied. "You are a good whore, slave," he said with a self-satisfied chuckle, "You know how to satisfy me." The King sat up and finally removed the gag from Cassandra's mouth before he reached for his robe and walked over to the table where a huge platter of food had been put up. "Come here and strengthen yourself, I am not done with you yet. And don't you dare to cover yourself!" the King commanded her and sat lazily down onto the chair. Cassandra nodded silently and crawled off the bed, slowly walking over to the table, careful not to sway and thus show how much the movement pained her. Raneb watched her with greedy eyes as she moved across the room.

"I did not allow you to sit," Raneb growled when she reached for a small stool. Cassandra froze and lowered her gaze. "Forgive me, my King," she said quietly. Raneb generously waved her off. "Help yourself; I want you to regain your full strength as quickly as possible. You are too much fun to waste any time."

Cassandra fought back the tears welling up in her eyes and reached for a small loaf of bread and started eating silently as the King watched her without even blinking. She thought of Miranda and Liv and prayed to all the Gods that they had found a hideaway where Raneb's guards would not find them, ever, knowing if they were found and returned to the Temple, Raneb would have his way with the beautiful golden-haired slave until she died. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, and Cassandra turned pale.

Raneb noticed it and chuckled. "Come!" he boomed, his eyes never leaving Cassandra's slender body, "Don't you dare to try to cover yourself!" he hissed to her, "Keep eating, and you will live." Cassandra suppressed the notion to snort at this last comment of the King. She knew that in the end, her fate was sealed already and she would die as soon as the King had Miranda back or even sooner if he ever grew bored of her.

The door opened and Prince Nebka stormed into the chamber, followed by the High Priest Asim and two guards. "I demand that I see my fiancée this very instant!" the young man yelled angrily, "It has been over a week now that you have denied me to speak to her, let alone see her!"

Raneb sighed, "How often do I have to tell you, the Princess is currently serving in the Temple of Bastet; no man is allowed to enter there. It is to ensure her purity before your wedding."

Nebka cursed and glared at the King. "You promised me that you would marry us as soon as possible, I am getting desperate, Raneb," he snapped.

"We can't have that, can we?" Raneb said calmly, "Well, take my slave then. Take her here and now." He pointed at Cassandra. Nebka wheeled around and looked the slave girl up and down.

"You have shared her with me before," Raneb nodded as he saw the hesitation in Nebka's eyes, "I need not assure you it is a most exquisite feeling to take her. She is tight and hot," he whispered as he got to his feet, grabbing Cassandra by the nape. "Bend over, whore," he said and tightened his grasp. Cassandra closed her eyes and leant forward over the table. His one hand still holding her nape in an iron grip, Raneb used his other hand to let it run down her spine to her buttocks and further down to her entrance. Without warning, he thrust a finger inside, eliciting a frightened gasp from her. Raneb chuckled happily. "Isn't that a wonderful noise she is making?" he asked as he worked his finger in and out a few more times, "If you want, you can take her, she is ready."

Nebka had been watching the display with greedy eyes and licked his lips. "Yes, I think I will take her, right here and now." Raneb clapped his hands together. "You are a man after my own taste, Nebka!" he exclaimed and stepped aside to let the Prince get to the frightened slave girl. Nebka quickly discarded his clothes and stepped up behind Cassandra, pressing his throbbing member against her entrance.

"That's it, my friend, take her at your own pleasure, but make sure she is not marked permanently. That is my prerogative only!" Raneb said and walked over to his throne, sitting down and watching the Prince taking the silently crying slave. Soon, he could feel himself become hard again at the mere display before him already. "Maybe we need a second slave here," he mused aloud, "Guard! Go down to the laundry room and fetch me that little black haired slave!" he commanded, "And make her come naked. She won't need her clothes here anyway," he added with an evil grin. Just as the guard was about to leave the chamber, Raneb called him back. "Wait! After you brought me the laundry girl, you will go to my first mistress' chambers and fetch her maid too. If she gives you any trouble for getting her maid, bring her as well. The more, the merrier." With this, he returned his focus back on Nebka and Cassandra by the table.

The guard saluted and left the chamber together with his colleague while the High Priest slowly came closer to Raneb. Without taking his eyes off the display before him, Raneb asked, "So? Any news yet?"

"No, my King, no word from your daughter nor from the guards we sent after them."

Raneb growled. "I want her back. She is mine. No one steals my slaves, not even my favorite child!" he snapped, "Take her harder, Nebka!" he called out to the young Prince, "She can take it, believe me!" The Prince stopped his actions and laughed throatily, and then he slammed into the slave's body so hard Cassandra screamed in pain.

"Please, have mercy!" she cried, but it only caused the two noblemen to laugh at her.

"Shut up, slave and fulfill your duty!" Raneb called out, and Nebka grabbed her by the hair and tore her head back, only to slam it down onto the table.

"Quiet, or I'll have you gagged!" he snarled and kept taking Cassandra brutally, but luckily for the young slave, she didn't notice it anymore – when Nebka had slammed her face onto the table, she'd passed out from the impact. The Prince didn't seem to mind this, for he continued his brutal work, moaning louder and louder, with an amused Raneb watching the terrible scene with satisfaction.

Soon the King grew bored of watching the Prince and the unconscious slave though, and he beckoned for Asim to come closer again. "Now, the guards have not yet had any luck?" he asked him and received a headshake in response. Raneb nodded. "Well, in that case... Isn't Putiphare amongst the pursuing party?"

"Yes, my King, he is."

"Doesn't he have a handful of children?"

"Yes, he has. His wife has just given birth to a baby boy, and he has another son and a daughter who has just come of age."

The monarch nodded. "That's what I remembered. Send for his family."

~~~

The noises of lust coming from Nebka and Asim over on the bed with the slaves mixed with the cries for mercy and the death rattles of the three people on the floor before the throne as Rashabi gave in to his blood rush. Raneb had a crying girl on his lap, his member tearing her unprepared body apart; his hand held her chin in an iron grip, forcing her to watch her mother and brothers being brutally and – what was even worse for her to see - slowly slain by Rashabi, captain of the guards.

Some time later, Raneb and the other men watched the four abused, lifeless bodies being dragged out of the room; the three slave girls on the bed had all passed out at some point during the forced orgy with the young Prince and the High Priest and thus were spared the terrible sight. Raneb was too happy with himself about the slaughter of Putiphare's family to care about the unconscious women at the moment. Furthermore, he had found his release inside the daughter's body, and was in no immediate need at the moment. As soon as the doors were closed, Raneb turned to Rashabi.

"My daughter Liv and her slave have escaped with the help of your brother Nakhti," he told the soldier and watched him closely. To his satisfaction, Rashabi's eyes narrowed at the mention of the loathed name and his fists clenched. "They left the Temple about one and a half weeks ago," Asim fell in, "We sent a search party under the command of Putiphare after them, but so far they haven't found them."

"Putiphare is no use as a soldier," Rashabi snorted, "His heart is too weak, he is a disgrace, just like my brother! He deserves nothing but death for the many times he has betrayed you, and for the many times he has embarrassed our family!"

"All I want is the slave girl," said Raneb, dismissing Rashabi's comment with a nod, "I do not care about Nakhti, and if you need to kill my daughter to get to the slave, so be it. Nebka, I will recompense you should this happen," he added lazily when the Prince wanted to object. "But I want the golden haired slave back, alive and unspoiled."

Rashabi's face curled up into an evil, calculating grin. "As you wish, my King. You shall have her back by New Moon."

Raneb smiled at the words spoken with much confidence and nodded solemnly. "Go now; take as many men as you need. I authorize you to do whatever is needed to find them. However, should I find that you have touched her for any other cause than for bringing her back, I will have your head too."

Rashabi nodded. "Yes, my King." He saluted and left the chamber. Raneb smiled again and turned around to his companions. "Let's have a banquet served, shall we? And wake up the slaves!"

New Song Vid

Sun, 27 Nov 2005 16:02:46 GMT

I've got another vid up at the site. This one is of the penguins from Madagascar :P

http://www.thegameoftig.com/vids/penguinsmi.zip

Hope you like it!

Love Of All Times (12/?)

Sun, 20 Nov 2005 17:12:53 GMT

Title: Love Of All Times 12/?
Author: little___hobbit and Fin_Anwamane
Type: RPS
Pairing: Liv/Miranda
Rating: NC-17
Beta: Ourselves
Warning: Physical violence, abuse and rape described in later chapters not between the main pairing.
Disclaimer: This never happened. This was written in fun that's all.
Feedback: Yes please send to paddington-bear@web.de
or glorfindel@hornorfgondor.com
Archiving: The Angels Realm, others please ask.

Summary: A.U. An Egyptian Princess and her slave fall for one another and overcome the threats of their environment

Italics indicate thoughts

~~~~~

Nakhti sat quietly staring at the fire. He had heard no noises coming from the tent in sometime and was sure the women had drifted off to sleep. Knowing they must be really tired he decided not to wake them and instead stretched out his blanket on the ground by the entrance of the tent and was about to lie down when a sudden noise startled him. It came from the water's edge and he quickly sprang to his feet and grabbed his sword. He stared in the direction the sound came from and slowly started moving that way. "Princess," he said, not breaking his gaze from the sound just off in the darkness.

"Princess, wake up," Nakhti said more urgently, as the footsteps grew closer. He had no idea who or what was there but he knew they were drawing ever closer to the two women he had sworn to protect. He picked up his pace and moved farther away from the tent and closer to the intruder. The noise stopped just as suddenly as it started and he stood peering off into the darkness.

"Where are you?" he called out into the nothingness that now seemed to be there. After a couple of minutes he neither heard nor saw anything so he turned to make his way back to the tent.

As he turned he caught a glimpse of two glowing eyes faintly lit by the campfire in the distance. He spun to face the intruder, drawing his sword just as they lunged for him. Nakhti let out a loud cry as a large crocodile charged at him from the river's edge mouth wide open showing its razor sharp teeth. He lowered his sword and thrust striking his target.

The animal let out a loud noise as the sword tip penetrated the tender inside of its open mouth. It was still coming with enough speed that it crashed into Nakhti and knocked him to the ground, landing on top of him as it thrashed violently from side to side. Nakhti uttered a painful cry when his arm got caught in the beast's mouth and the teeth cut deep into his flesh.

The scream piercing the cold night air woke Liv from her pleasant sleep and she sat upright inside the tent. "Nakhti!" she cried out as she heard noises of what sounded like a struggle. She grabbed her gown and pulled it on as she headed out of the tent to see what was happening.

Miranda was still so exhausted from her lovemaking with Liv earlier on that she did not hear the scream at first; but when Liv jerked up, she awoke at once, knowing immediately that something was wrong though she was still too sleepy and confused to even know where she was. As she heard the noises of struggling outside Miranda whimpered and curled up underneath the blanket. "Liv, no!" she whispered anxiously as her love headed out of the tent, "It's your father, he's come to get me!" She started to shake violently and tears sprang to her eyes as Miranda rocked herself back and forth, breathlessly reciting prayers for mercy to the Deities.

Liv looked around frantically and finally saw Nakhti rolling on the ground, something on top of him in the shadows. Reaching down she grabbed a rather good-sized log that Nakhti had been using to sit on and raced towards him.

On the ground Nakhti struggled to free his arm from the crocodile's mouth and himself from under the crocodile but the immense weight of the creature prevented him from moving so he lay trapped under it as it continued to thrash from side to side. The flesh was almost completely torn open, and Nakhti groaned in pain as the beast's teeth ground on his bones. He tried to give his sword another thrust upwards with his unharmed arm just as the crocodile moved his head around again; the movement sent the weapon flying from his hand leaving him with absolutely no control over the powerful jaws of this beast.

The crocodile growled fiercely and at last opened its jaws wide, but only to aim for his throat now. Nakhti looked up at it in horror but suddenly, the beast growled and snapped at something beside them; it was Liv. She repeatedly bashed the creature on the head with the large piece of wood causing it to stop short of taking Nakhti's head off.

Liv struck another good blow to the crocodile as she rolled over its back and landed on all fours on the other side of it. Shaking its head angrily it turned and began to slowly move toward her, dazed from the blow to its head. As it moved it freed Nakhti and he rolled, grabbed his sword, and jumped on the creature's back. With all the strength he had left he drove the sword down on the animal's head, piercing its armored flesh. With a loud yell he twisted the blade as he drove it further into the crocodile until at last the beast fell silent.

Standing Liv rushed over to Nakhti just as he fell into her arms. His right shoulder and upper arm were torn open to the bones and blood was almost flooding from his weakened body. "My love!" Liv cried, struggling hard against the panic growing inside her, "I need your help! Nakhti has been injured," she continued as she dropped to her knees and held Nakhti in her arms.

Miranda heard the terrible noises outside and winced; she was certain that it was Raneb and his guards that Nakhti and Liv were fighting. When Liv called out to her though, Miranda felt the fear release its hold of her, only to be replaced with another fear, one not for her own life but for the life of her friend. Immediately Miranda reached for her gown, pulling it on as she emerged from the tent. She looked around and found Liv kneeling on the ground, holding Nakhti in her arms, a huge crocodile a few feet away from them; the sight made her understand at once and push the fear into the farthest corner of her mind.

Without a word, Miranda turned around and headed back into the tent. She grabbed one of the sheets and returned to the outside again, tearing the fabric into stripes as she went. As she passed the fire, Miranda took one of the thicker branches that were still lying around and lit it to use as a torch.

Dropping to the ground beside Liv, Miranda put the stripes of cotton on Nakhti's stomach. "Help me remove his tunic, my Princess," she murmured, "I need to examine him, and we need to stop the bleeding." She could sense the slight panic that threatened to take hold of her love, the same panic that also reached out for her, but Miranda would not allow it; both Nakhti and Liv needed her to keep a clear head now, she knew that. Miranda leant over and gently kissed her love's cheek. "He will be fine, my love," she whispered, "See, his chest is rising and falling quite normally. Do not worry, we will save him."

Together, they discarded Nakhti's tunic and Miranda examined the guard's body by the light of the provisional torch. Nakhti had gratefully passed out, so he did not feel any pain when the golden-haired woman touched his flesh to see how deep the wounds were. Miranda made mental note of every bruise or cut the guard's fight with the crocodile had caused; his left shoulder looked the worst, and she knew that she had to act fast in order to save the arm. At last, she was finished with her examination. "We need to clean and dress the wounds, my love," she said and stood, "I will be right back."

A moment later Miranda returned to her two friends with the small cauldron that had hung over the fire and a leather bag. Putting the cauldron on the ground, Miranda took a handful of leaves out of the bag and threw them into the steaming water. "Take one of the stripes, my love," Miranda said softly and pointed at the provisional bandages she'd put on Nakhti's stomach earlier on, "And clean those wounds on his chest. I will tend to his shoulder." Without waiting for a response, Miranda set to her self-appointed task and drenched one of the stripes in the hot water, then she carefully started cleaning the wound, always keeping an eye on the guard to see if he woke up again or if her treatment was giving him any pain.

Liv watched nervously as Miranda examined Nakhti's wounds. She didn't know Miranda knew anything of medicine but decided surely she did since she had been a slave for years. She breathed a sigh of relief when Miranda said that with time the guard would be fine.

Liv looked down into Nakhti's eyes as she held his head in her lap. She had known him almost all of her life and until now he was the only friend she ever had. She could not bear the thought of losing him and it made her think what would happen if she were to loose her love as well. Raising her head and looking at Miranda, tears still in her eyes, she thought It would be just as unbearable if I lost you, I would surely die. as she watched Miranda dress his wounds.

Once Nakhti’s wounds were cleaned and dressed Liv helped Miranda take him to the tent. They lay him inside on the bed that had been theirs only moments before. "I will take watch the rest of the night and you should get some sleep," Liv said looking to Miranda.

Pulling a blanket over Nakhti's body, Miranda smiled at her love's words. "I will not rest now, my love," she said gently, "You may have known Nakhti all your life and I have only met him a few months ago, but he helped me last night when finally I escaped your father. I owe him my life, Liv. I will watch over him just as well." She gave Liv a soft kiss. "Do not worry about me. I am fine and well rested now. I had to do with much less sleep every night in the past. Come now, let us go outside so Nakhti can have his rest. Tomorrow, when the light is out, I will be able to do more about his wounds."

Liv knew there was no arguing with Miranda once she had made up her mind; besides she would love to have her company for the rest of the night. "Come then, let us leave him to rest," Liv said as she kissed the sleeping guard on the forehead before taking Miranda's hand and leading her out of the tent. Pausing at the entrance she turned and gave Miranda a small kiss. “I love you.” She whispered, “and thank you.” She added as she pressed her hand to her love’s cheek.

"I love you too," Miranda whispered returned the kiss and squeezed Liv's hand. "There is nothing to thank me for," she then said shyly and blushed, "It is the least I can do." As they stepped out of the tent, her gaze fell on the dead reptile Nakhti had struggled with. Miranda gently tugged at Liv's arm. "The alligator took all the strength from our friend, let's use him to give him some strength back, shall we?" she said softly, "Let us make some stew from its meat, and smoke some for our journey. I could also use its oils to make a balm that will help heal the wounds."

Liv smiled at Miranda. "That is a wonderful idea," she said and the two began the chore of cleaning and cooking the creature.

All throughout the night and the next day and night too, Liv and Miranda took turns to check on Nakhti and change the dressings of his wounds. By midday, the alligator balm finally could be taken off the fire and filled into small jugs they had brought with them. When they weren't tending to their friend's wounds, the two women were busy drying meet and cleaning and preparing the alligator skin for further use. Liv asked Miranda to show her how to sew storage bags for the dried meat, and so, they kept themselves busy and their minds distracted from the worry for the man inside the tent who kept drifting in and out.

The next morning, the stew had taken up the full flavor and tasted even better than the day before; the smell was drifting through the cool morning air and into the tent where Nakhti was still resting. The last twenty four hours had done him good; though his shoulder was still badly wounded, it did by far not look as bad as it had on the eve of his fight with the crocodile. The guard sat slowly upright, still a little confused by his surroundings at first, but then he felt the sting of pain in his shoulders and winced slightly.

"Now I remember," he muttered to himself as he felt his shoulder and realized it was neatly bandaged. Standing slowly Nakhti blinked away the dizziness and rested himself on a stick leaning against the tent wall to steady himself; when he realized what he was doing, he grumbled incoherently and threw the stick onto the bed. Then he went to the tent opening and looked out. He saw the two women sitting around the campfire taking turns stirring what was in the pot and he knew at once what it was they were cooking.

"This is nice," Nakhti said as he staggered towards them, "A man could get used to having two beautiful women take care of him," he said, a slight smile on his face.

As much as the crocodile had given them trouble while it had been alive, its meat was just fine. Miranda tested the stew and smiled happily. "Now it's perfect," she said before she turned her attention to the meat they had hung up on a stick above the fire to smoke.

Just in that moment, Nakhti stepped out of the tent; Miranda could not help the blush creeping on her face at his words, but she managed to keep her chin up and look into the guard's eyes. "Good morning Nakhti, it is so good to see you up again. But what's that? Why didn't you take the stick?" she asked, her eyebrows raised and jumped up to grab Nakhti's arm and lead him over to the fire. When he tried to pull away, she gave him a glare. "Don't play tough with me, Nakhti," Miranda said half amused with his stubbornness, "There's no one here to witness that you are being taken care of by two weak women," she added with a wink, "So let us take care of you until you are fully up. And now come and sit by the fire, so you can have some stew and I can check your wound again."

Liv gave Nakhti a giant hug as well. She was so relieved to see her friend up and around again. “I was so worried for you.” She said as she kissing his cheek.

Soon the three were sitting around the fire and eating the delicious stew, commenting to one another about the good flavor and tenderness of the meat.

After they had eaten Nakhti was made to sit and watch as Liv and Miranda took down the tent and packed the campsite up, making ready to move on.

Once everything was packed away they began to travel once more following the river as they went. Nakhti would have preferred to rest a little more and travel in the evening but he wanted to get the women as far away from Raneb as possible. He was quite sure that the King's guards had already been dispatched to find them and return them to the King.

Love Of All Times (11/?)

Sun, 13 Nov 2005 18:41:40 GMT

Title: Love Of All Times 11/?
Author: little___hobbit and Fin_Anwamane
Type: RPS
Pairing: Liv/Miranda
Rating: NC-17
Beta: Ourselves
Warning: Physical violence, abuse and rape described in later chapters not between the main pairing.
Disclaimer: This never happened. This was written in fun that's all.
Feedback: Yes please send to paddington-bear@web.de
or glorfindel@hornorfgondor.com
Archiving: The Angels Realm, others please ask.

Summary: A.U. An Egyptian Princess and her slave fall for one another and overcome the threats of their environment

Italics indicate thoughts

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"Do you think we have escaped for good?" Miranda asked as she, Liv and Nakhti were sitting around a small fire and eating dinner, "It's been four days now and there is still no sign of any pursuers. You'd think they'd have found us by now."

"I think we have nothing to worry about my love." Liv replied with an upbeat and reassuring tone to her voice, "If my father was set on getting you back I am sure we would have been found by now," she added looking to Nakhti who gave a reassuring nod although in the back of his mind he was worried, very worried.

What sort of game are you up to, Raneb? Nakhti stared into the fire for a moment before a small chill shot through him. "Rashabi," he murmured to himself as the realization of what the King's plans were hit him. Of course, he would send you to track us. Nakhti knew this man and his methods; he were very dangerous and persistent in his endeavors. He would not rest until Miranda was back in the arms of the King and Liv and he were dead or imprisoned.

"I must go and catch more fish for our provisions and decide our next move," Nakhti said standing as he bid a small farewell. "I will return shortly," he added as he headed for the river leaving the two women by themselves.

Miranda noticed the teeth gritting and fist clenching as Nakhti stood and spoke, but before she could speak, she felt Liv's hand on her arm and turned her head to look at her love, finding her shake her head ever so slightly.

Liv turned to watch Nakhti leave, trying to decide on what to tell Miranda. The Princess knew all too well what was troubling Nakhti and she was feeling a little uneasy herself at the thought.

Once he was out of sight Liv took a deep breath and turned back to her love, "I do not mean to frighten you, but I feel you must know." Liv said taking Miranda's hands in hers. "He knows what my father is doing. He is sending out his best man; a man who always completes his mission. He is cunning and deadly and..." Liv turned to look in the direction the guard had walked, "He is Nakhti's brother."

"Nakhti's brother?" Miranda whispered and looked into the darkness where Nakhti had disappeared, "This explains why he was so especially worried. It must pain him that they have to be on opposites sides." For a while she stayed silent, just huddling close to her love and holding her in her arms. The fire before them cracked every now and then, sending sparks into the cool evening air as in the west, the sky shone in a brilliant, deep blue that reminded Miranda of Liv's eyes.

"Do not worry, you do not frighten me," she whispered and turned her head that was resting on Liv's shoulder to press a loving kiss to her love's lips. "I have faith in the Deities. They have brought us so far, how could they give up on us now? And our pursuer being his brother or not, we have Nakhti by our side," Miranda said and kissed Liv again, this time briefly snaking her tongue into her love's mouth. "I love you so very much, my sweet Liv. Whatever happens, this won't ever change."

For the third time, Miranda's mouth descended on the Princess' and she nibbled lightly at her love's lower lip as she began to run her hands up and down Liv's back. Her tongue slipped back into the wet warmth of Liv's mouth and her eyes fluttered shut; her tongue swirled around Liv's as she pulled her love into her lap. The friction caused her to moan into Liv's mouth and she brought her hands to her love's bottom, giving it a squeeze and pulling her even closer as she deepened the kiss even more.

The past days they had gone easy with Miranda's body being as sore as it was. But now, with the help of a herbal balm she'd put on the bruises, most of them were gone, and Miranda craved to make love to Liv again, to feel her body moving against her own and to hear her noises of pleasure and lust.

Liv arched her back slightly as she leant into the kiss. Suddenly the entire world seemed to disappear and all that mattered was the woman holding her and kissing her so passionately. Moaning loudly in to the kiss Liv wrapped her arms around Miranda and pulled her tightly to her, letting her hands roam up and down her love's back in the process. "I love you," Liv whispered as she pulled back breaking the kiss at last so she could breathe, her mind was spinning from the combined sensations of her love's tongue exploring the depths of her mouth and the hands that were roaming and caressing her body.

Breathing heavily, Miranda reached up a hand to brush the hair out of the beautiful face as she looked deeply into the glinting eyes. Her fingertips tingled and itched as she let her hand slowly run lower, over Liv's face, following the outline of her love's lips and then down the neck and collarbone, along the seam of the décolleté. She grabbed hold of the ties that held together the fabric and looked up at Liv's face again.

With a quick tug, Miranda opened the knot of the laces and grabbed the seam, pushing it aside just enough so she could place a kiss on Liv's breast. "Let us turn in," Miranda said huskily and nibbled at the soft flesh.

Liv had no words as she merely nodded her agreement and bit her bottom lip as she stared back into Miranda's lust filled eyes. Her entire body was on fire now and aching for the passionate touches and kisses of Miranda. With shaky legs Liv stood and helped Miranda to her feet where she pulled her tightly to her and kissed her deeply.

Miranda sighed happily as Liv pulled her up and into her arms for yet another kiss. Her love's tongue in her mouth lured a soft but desperate moan from her and she rubbed herself against the Princess, enjoying the noises this elicited from the beautiful woman. She could feel Liv's hands everywhere, at her back, in her hair, on her sides, around her waist, at her bottom... Miranda moaned once more and broke the kiss when her lungs began to ache for oxygen.

"Come," she whispered and pulled back from Liv, taking her love's hands and leading her into the tent just a few steps away. Once they were inside, Miranda closed the flaps and quickly stepped up to Liv again, her arms wrapping tight around the slender waist and her mouth clashing down on her love's. After four days during which they had hardly dared to kiss, both knowing the effect this shared intimacy had on them, Miranda was determined to make up for every single one she'd missed.

Liv moaned into Miranda's kiss as she slowly slid her gown off leaving her body completely exposed to her love to do with as she pleased. Her tongue swirled against Miranda's and her breathing became labored. "Shall I lie down?" Liv panted as she pulled back and tried to catch her breath. Touching her love's cheek with the back of her hand Liv smiled at her, "You are so beautiful my love," she whispered as her hand came to rest cupping Miranda's soft cheek.

Seeing her love strip before her very eyes, Miranda felt a rush of heat surge through her body straight into her groin. She turned her head and kissed the hand cupping her cheek, grabbing it by the wrist as she did so. "How about you undress me, my love?" she offered and ran her tongue over the palm of Liv's hand, then she sucked one digit into her mouth, her eyes never leaving Liv's.

A shudder ran through Liv's body at Miranda's words and the sensation of her love's mouth on her finger. Licking her lips and swallowing hard Liv pulled her hand away from Miranda and reached for the tie holding her gown closed.

As the fabric started falling open Liv leaned and kissed Miranda tenderly on the neck, trailing her kisses across her love's exposed shoulder and down to her chest. Raising her head as the gown fell to the ground Liv looked into Miranda's eyes once more as she reached out and ran her hands along the slender curves of her love's body.

Before this very moment, Miranda had not had any idea as to how much she'd really missed making love with Liv. As her love's hands seemed to set her skin on fire, Miranda shuddered and moaned Liv's name. Her knees buckled but somehow she managed to stay upright, but she was swaying, leaning into the touches that seemed to make her brain melt. She lifted a shaky hand to Liv's shoulder, running it up and down the white arm a few times before she brought it to her love's chest, running it teasingly over the quivering chest.

Even those feather-like touches to Liv's skin increased Miranda's desire for her love to an almost unbearable level. She leant forward and ran her tongue over Liv's neck. "Let us lie down, my sweet Liv," she breathed and nipped lightly at the flesh she'd lapped at, "And make love. We have nothing to fear any more. Let us make love and not hold back at all."

Liv led Miranda to the bed and set her on it gently. Staring into her love’s eyes she ran her hands over her own body, stopping at her breasts to tease the nipples before crawling onto the bed on top of the other woman.

“Yes, let’s make love.” Liv whispered as she licked her lips before pressing them against Miranda’s for a deep breath-taking kiss.

Miranda's breathing was becoming ragged just by watching Liv teasing her own breasts and she fisted the hands into the mattress to keep herself from reaching out for Liv; she knew Liv had her own plans for now. Later, it would be her turn, but at the moment Miranda was happy to let Liv have her way with her. Slowly she lay back, sprawling out on the bed, offering her body and soul to her love. She could already feel herself getting wet in anticipation of what was yet to come for them this night. Unconsciously, Miranda raised her hands to her own breasts, teasing her own nipples just like Liv was teasing hers. A small gasp escaped her and she arched up when Liv sank onto the bed.

As her love slowly crawled on top of her, Miranda immediately reached out and sighed happily when she felt the soft flesh of her love's body under her aching fingertips. "How in the world did we do without that for four days?" she whispered huskily and teasingly scraped her fingernails down Liv's upper arm. As the beautiful lips pressed on hers again, Miranda moaned deeply and hungrily sucked at the intruding tongue as she ground up against the woman lying on top of her.

Feverishly, Miranda let her hands roam over Liv's body, easily finding the spots that made her love gasp and moan and press down on her. Everything else was forgotten now; all the pain and fear, the humiliation - everything. All that counted was here in her arms now, and nothing and *no one* could ever take that away from her. There was no need to be quiet any more, no need to hold back her feelings or lust. Out here in the desert, there was no one to judge or condemn them for what they were doing. Grabbing a fistful of her love's hair Miranda pressed those full lips even further against her own in a desperate attempt to have Liv deepen the kiss yet more.

Liv moaned into the deep kiss as Miranda grasped her hair tightly. Placing a leg between her love’s Liv pressed against the hotness of Miranda’s entrance as she began to knead one of her love’s breasts. Her breathing was just as ragged as her love’s and Liv’s body began aching for the touches and kisses she knew her love would soon be giving her tender flesh.

As she felt Liv's leg press against her entrance, Miranda broke the kiss and cried out softly. "Oh God, Liv!" she panted as she helplessly bucked against the hot flesh, struggling hard not to lose control yet. She leant forward and hungrily sucked and nibbled at the soft skin of Liv's neck and collarbone, one hand still firmly gripping her love's hair while the other kept tracing all over Liv's body. With a swift move, Miranda rolled them around so now she was lying on top of the other woman and grinding even harder down on the leg pressing against her nether region as she found Liv's mouth for another heated kiss.

Suddenly though, Miranda broke the kiss with a painful gasp; in the heat of her lust and passion, she had completely forgotten about the bruises on her thighs that, though smaller and not as severe any more as they were when they had been fresh, were still there. Miranda bit her lip as she saw the confusion and worry in her love's face and bent down to give Liv another gentle kiss on the lips. She wanted to make love, wanted to feel Liv lose herself in the bliss of a climax, hear her, taste her... Miranda stopped and brushed a damp strand of hair out of her love's face. "Have you ever been pleased with the mouth, my love?" she asked somewhat hesitantly, her voice hardly more than a hushed whisper, "Or given pleasure with your mouth?"

Liv reached a hand to Miranda’s soft cheek, a look of worry in her eyes. She was sure that not all the pain had left her love’s body yet and though longing to make love to her, if it was too much for Miranda she would wait. As Miranda continued though it became clear to Liv that Miranda was ok.

"No, my love," she whispered at last, "I have neither given nor received pleasure with the mouth." She replied at last as her body began to tingle slightly as the thought of the act entered her mind and she leaned to kiss Miranda gently on her neck.

Miranda tipped her head back, giving Liv full access to her neck and sighed softly. It had been more a rhetorical question than anything else. Miranda knew that before her, Liv had never made love with a woman before, and even though the Princess was not a virgin, Miranda had a feeling that the lovemaking Liv had known so far had not included such pleasure. In the ten years of her slavery, she herself had yet to meet a man who would know how to please a woman thus.

Miranda had always thought of this kind of lovemaking as the most intimate one, the one that required more love and trust than pleasing one another with fingers or rubbing one's entrance against the other's leg. As Liv continued to kiss and nibble at her neck, Miranda closed her eyes, silently enjoying the loving caress. A smile curled up on her lips as she thought of the new pleasure she was about to teach her love. Images of Liv writhing and squirming appeared before her inner eye and she moaned softly; when the writhing woman in her fantasy changed to herself, she gasped once more and shuddered.

Gently Miranda tugged at Liv's hair, making her pull back and look into her eyes again. "I want to make love to you, my love," she breathed, "I need you, need to give you pleasure and need to feel the pleasure your love gives me. But... my body is still a bit too sore to make love to you the way we have so many times before. But there is a way of giving and receiving pleasure that will enable me to love you tonight. Do you trust me, my love?" Miranda asked huskily and nibbled slightly at Liv's earlobe.

"I trust you my love," Liv answered, raising her head just long enough to answer before she resumed raining kisses on her love's neck. She wasn't really sure what the other woman was talking about exactly, but she longed to have Miranda give her pleasure and she wanted to return the pleasure to her love in some way. Slowly Liv moved a hand to cup Miranda's breast, gently teasing the nipple with her fingertips as she writhed slowly under her love.

"Oh God, Liv," Miranda sighed as Liv tended to her nipple. She carded her fingers though Liv's hair and let her love do as she pleased for a little longer. She craned her neck and pressed kisses to the skin she could reach without having to interrupt her love's caresses. Miranda's hands gently kneaded the soft flesh of Liv's breasts as her thumbs slowly rubbed over the erect buds, each gasp and moan this elicited from her love adding to her own lust.

After some time, Miranda half-reluctantly pulled back and pressed a small, loving kiss to Liv's lips. "Let me show you what I meant," she whispered, "Whenever you feel like stopping though, tell me." With gleaming eyes, she watched Liv get comfortable on the mattress before she shifted close, propping herself up on one hand, the other roaming all over the body before her. As always, Miranda took her time to explore, finding and memorizing new details about her Princess' body like every time they made love. Catching her love's eye, Miranda leant forward and closed her lips around one of Liv's nipples she'd just teased with her thumb, gently sucking it into her mouth.

Liv merely nodded her response as she wondered exactly what her love had in mind for her. Closing her eyes she felt Miranda's soft hand gently roaming over her body and bit her bottom lip, as her breathing became even more labored.

Opening her eyes wide Liv gasped as Miranda took her nipple in her mouth. "My love," Liv whispered moving her head from side to side slightly as she squirmed beneath her love, her entire body on fire and begging for some much needed release.

Miranda closed her eyes, letting the noises Liv was making guide her on with her sweet torture. Worrying the erect bud slightly with her teeth Miranda then immediately let her tongue run over it to soothe before she slowly shifted lower. She kissed and nibbled and licked at the soft skin, not leaving one inch of the body beneath her unattended as she slowly made her way down the gorgeous body. From time to time she interrupted herself and looked up, to see if her love was still being comfortable with her procedure.

Every fiber in her body screamed to quicken the pace of her actions, but Miranda kept it slow and took her time as she rained countless kisses on Liv's stomach. Her hand moved between her love's legs and she smiled when the Princess immediately spread them for her and moaned wantonly. Miranda shifted and crouched between Liv's legs, grasping the trembling body by the waist with both her hands so as to steady her love, then she resumed her task of kissing every inch of Liv's tender flesh. "My beloved Princess," Miranda murmured against Liv's navel and ran her tongue around it, then she pulled slightly back and softly blew against the wet skin.

"My love," Liv whispered moving her head from side to side slightly as she took her own breasts in her hands and began to knead them as she stared into Miranda’s lust filled eyes. “Please.” Liv added as she arched her back and closed her eyes.

Miranda looked up at her love and smiled mysteriously; she knew part of Liv's arousal came from the fact that she had no idea what would happen next, and this knowledge only added to her own lust. Miranda lowered her head again and resumed her agonizingly slow trail of languid kisses and licks to the heated skin beneath her. Each time she ran her tongue over the trembling flesh, the moans and whimpers Liv uttered grew louder and louder, urging her to go faster.

At last when Miranda thought that she herself would no longer be able to hold out her lips brushed over the soft dark hair framing Liv's entrance. Purring low in her throat, she gently tugged at them with her teeth and then pulled back to look at Liv. The other woman had her eyes squeezed shut and her chest was rising and falling in rapid succession; at her neck, Miranda could see Liv's pulse throb just as fast as she knew her own was. "Liv," Miranda said softly, "My love, look at me."

Slowly Liv opened her eyes and looked down to Miranda. The site was the most breathtaking she had ever seen; her love, her beautiful love, kneeling between her legs, a look of pure love and sheer lust on her face. Liv could still feel the small prickles where Miranda had just been teasing her mound with her teeth.

She could feel her heart pounding as the warm air of Miranda’s breath blew across her inner thighs and up her mound to the small of her stomach. It seemed as if Liv would reach her climax right there.
“My love!” Liv exclaimed at last as she found her voice once more. “What are you doing to me?” She whispered, breathing heavily.

Instead of replying, Miranda lowered her mouth to Liv's centre and let her tongue run across it, not breaking eye contact with her love for one second. "Giving you pleasure," she said by the by and lapped at the quivering entrance again, though it cost her everything to stay so casual. The taste of her love made every fiber inside Miranda yearn for more. As she flicked her tongue over the entrance a third time, making Liv buck and writhe frantically underneath her, Miranda could no longer hold back a moan. Putting her hands on Liv's hips, she gently forced her love to lower them again. "Try to relax my love," Miranda whispered and nuzzled the soft, dark curls surrounding Liv's entrance.

Liv’s breath caught and her eyes shot open, a sudden tiny orgasm hit her and her body began to spasm. “Oh God!” She finally gasped as she reached and wrapped Miranda’s hair in her fingers. She never wanted this moment to end. Never in her life had she experienced what she was this moment. Trying to control herself Liv lay her head back and closed her eyes, unable to withstand the look in her love’s eyes mixed with the immense pleasure she was experiencing at the moment.

Miranda smiled softly as she felt Liv shudder and ran her tongue over the entrance once more, hungrily lapping up the juices that her love's orgasm brought forth. Still not releasing her love's hips, she ran her thumbs soothingly across the hipbones and looked up at Liv. "Did you like that?" she breathed, though the answer was clearly written all over the beautiful face. Beads of sweat shone on Liv's forehead in the dim light that fell through the hole in the tip of the tent; the beautiful mouth Miranda loved to kiss so much was slightly open as Liv was sucking and biting at her lower lip, obviously wondering what her love would do to her next.

"Well, let me show you more of this pleasure then," Miranda whispered huskily and once more lowered her head between Liv's legs to suck the small bud just above her entrance into her mouth and gently worry it with her teeth. Her hands let go of Liv's hips as she brought one of them between her own legs and started pleasing herself while with her other, she began to tease her love's entrance. For a while, she continued with this sensual caress, but then, Miranda pulled back both her hand and mouth and looked up at Liv one more time to make sure she was still experiencing nothing but pleasure. When she found that this was the case, she used her fingers to spread the soft folds covering her love's entrance and gently thrust her tongue into the velvet heat of Liv's body.
Liv lay there writhing uncontrollably in front of her love, totally overcome with passion and pleasure. She could not believe what her love was doing to her. “Please!” was all she managed to voice in the brief instance before Miranda had slipped her tongue inside her.

As Miranda continued pleasing her Liv let out a very loud lusty scream and gripped her love's head tightly in both hands as she bucked her hips up once more against the beautiful woman.

Outside Nakhti had just returned with the fish. “Look at the feast we will have tonight.” He said proudly just as he heard the screams from inside the tent. Dropping the fish he rushed from the campfire to the tent, his hand firmly gripping the hilt of his sword, but once at the entrance he stopped, hearing other noises and realizing what was happening. With a blush he turned and walked away from the tent and past the campfire, picking up the net of fish along the way.

Once at the river’s edge Nakhti sat down under a tree and began cleaning their meal, the campsite still within his view. He was close enough so he could rush to the women's aid if need be, but far enough away to give the lovers their privacy.

Back inside the tent Liv was lost completely in sheer passion her body becoming wet from perspiration. She removed one hand from Miranda's hair and returned to pleasing her own breasts. "Yes, my love. Please," she begged for Miranda to continue. “Getting close, please do not stop.”

As Liv's hands grasped her tightly and pressed her against the throbbing entrance before her, Miranda moaned loudly and slipped her tongue deeper inside the wet heat welcoming her. The blood roared in her ears, muting out all other sounds but those that Liv was making as she continued to swirl her tongue around savoring the juices her love's body had to offer. Her hand between her legs rubbed frantically over her bud, as her love's squirming and moaning took more and more effect on her.

At length, she pulled back, unable to continue like this any longer. "Please, my love," Miranda panted raggedly, "I... Will you give me pleasure like this too? I am so close too, and... God, please, let me feel you like you feel me, let us make love to each other this way and take us over the edge together." She ran her tongue over Liv's entrance again. "Will you do that for me, my love?"

Liv gave Miranda a lust filled smile. "I would love to show you the same pleasure you have been showing me my love." Sitting up she reached out brushing her hand against Miranda's cheek before leaning further and kissing her deeply, tasting her own juices as she did.

Liv broke the kiss and looked Miranda in the eyes. "Lay for me please," she whispered as she ran her fingers through the woman's golden hair.

Another soft moan escaped Miranda as her love's tongue swirled around inside her mouth. She let her hands roam all over the slender body, kneading the soft flesh of Liv's thighs, stomach and breasts, whatever she could reach with her trembling fingers. Miranda's eyes were dark with lust as Liv pulled back to look at her, the Princess' eyes reflecting exactly what she was feeling herself, all the love, passion, desire and lust that had taken control of her, she saw in Liv's eyes.

It took her a moment to process her love's words, but as she did, Miranda sighed happily and sank back, offering herself completely to Liv. "I am yours for all time," Miranda murmured, "Take me, my love. Do with me as you please, but please..." She did not finish her sentence; instead, she moaned as Liv's fingers brushed over her tingling skin and arched into the touch.

As Miranda lay back, Liv crawled up her body and began to nip at her neck gently, letting her teeth gently scrape her love's tender flesh. Slowly she made her way to Miranda's chest, lapping teasingly with her tongue as she went. Raising her head she looked at Miranda; she could tell that the teasing she was showing her love was pushing her towards the edge.

“I love you.” Liv panted as she lowered her head and slowly swirled her tongue around one of her love’s erect nipples before taking it in her mouth. After a moment she raised her head once more and looked Miranda in the eyes. "Shall I continue my love?" she asked teasingly as she lowered her head, not waiting for a response, and continued to work her way down her love's slender body.

She lightly teased her love's navel briefly before continuing lower, slightly grazing Miranda's inner thigh with her tongue. After raining kisses on each thigh she raised and turned, straddling her love, her legs now placed on each side of Miranda’s head and her entrance mere inches from her love’s wanting mouth. “Am I doing this correct?” Liv whispered in a deep lusty voice before she lowered her head and lightly traced the tender folds of her love’s entrance with her tongue.

Miranda moaned as Liv attacked her neck with her teeth and lips, tipping her head to the side in order to give her love even more access to her tingling skin. She tangled a hand in the long black hair of her love and closed her eyes, giving herself completely over to the pleasures that Liv's caresses gave her. A loud gasp escaped her lips and she arched up from the mattress when Liv sucked at her nipple. "Oh God, my love!" Miranda exclaimed breathlessly, solely forgetting everything else but the beautiful woman that was giving her such wonderful, mercilessly sweet torture.

When Liv whispered her teasing question, she managed to open her eyes and give her love a gaze that was half glare, half plea, her lips silently forming incoherent words. As Liv continued to cover her skin with kisses, Miranda forced herself to sink back onto the mattress; she gripped the sheets with her hands as Liv agonizingly slowly continued her way down her body, teasing her stomach and navel, making Miranda moan once more.

Automatically, Miranda spread her legs to let Liv crouch between them; she could already feel her love's breathing against her most private place and it was driving her mad with want. Miranda tossed her head from side to side and forced her eyes to open to find Liv looking up at her with a hunger in her eyes that she'd not seen in them before. She knew her own eyes reflected the same hunger and lust as she watched Liv turn to offer herself to Miranda just as Miranda was offering herself to her love, with her trembling legs spread wide underneath Liv, her nether region fully exposed to her love in the dim twilight of those minutes between sunset and nightfall.

At Liv's question, Miranda merely nodded, no longer trusting her voice and slightly rolled her hips in mute invitation for her love, crying out softly and bucking when she felt the slick tongue against her entrance. Once Miranda had regained control over herself she looked at the soft folds before her with gleaming eyes and raised a hand to trace the outlines of the entrance with her fingertips. "So beautiful," Miranda murmured and lifted her head to lap at Liv's bud, moaning when it made her love gasp loudly and lower her entrance closer to her hungry mouth.

Liv continued to press her entrance down to her love as she slowly pressed her tongue against Miranda's bud letting the tip swirl around it briefly before pulling back and swallowing hard.

This was completely new for her; never had Liv experienced something similar before. She hardly knew what to react to first, the soft lips nibbling at her bud or the tongue brushing over it, or the unique taste of her love's juices that made Miranda's entrance glisten invitingly. Each time Miranda licked over her throbbing bud, Liv felt sparks of energy rush through every fiber of her body, but it was as far from uncomfortable as anything that Miranda had taught her about lovemaking before, quite the contrary. Liv moaned and quickly lowered her head once more and instinctively sucked her love's bud into her mouth, eager to give her just the same pleasure that she was experiencing thanks to the attentions Miranda gave her body with her lips, tongue and hands.

As she lightly scraped the tender flesh of Miranda’s inner thighs with her fingernails she let her teeth scrape the over her bud. She could feel Miranda bucking beneath her and this only made her more aggressive. Moving a hand she traced her love’s soft folds with her nails; up, then down, then inserted her finger slowly inside.

"God, yes, that's it," Miranda moaned and bucked her hips against the warm mouth as Liv seemed to gain faith and courage and sucked her throbbing bud into her mouth. "Please, don't stop now," she begged whimpering and spread her legs even further, hissing when Liv's fingernails grazed over the fading bruises on her inner thighs. Her own hands grasped Liv's bottom and held her love firmly in place as Miranda once more lifted her head and began to lick and nibble at both her love's bud and entrance in earnest. She purred and moaned against the soft flesh as each lap with her tongue brought forth more of Liv's juices, telling Miranda how very close Liv already was, but she herself was no better. Beads of sweat covered her whole body from the effort to hold back and prolong these moments of pleasure for both of them.

As much as her body was aching for release, Miranda didn't want *this* to end yet; Liv's tongue against her entrance just felt too good, just like it was made for nothing but giving Miranda all the pleasure in the world. As she felt Liv's finger press against her entrance and then even slip inside her quivering body, Miranda pulled back and cried out her love's name. "Oh God, Liv!" she panted, struggling hard to regain control over herself, but it was almost impossible. The past four days of yearning and aching had built her up so much that Miranda felt as if she would explode any second. Her hips moved of their own accord, arching against the hand at her entrance, taking in the intruding finger as deep as was possible.

For a few moments, Miranda lay helplessly bucking underneath her love, unable to resume her own task of giving pleasure to Liv. She had made love this way before, but never had it affected her as much as now, with Liv. It seemed as if Liv knew exactly where to touch her, how to curl her finger inside her trembling body and how hard to suck at her flesh to push Miranda over the edge at once.
"Please," Miranda begged again, though she did not really know what it was that she wanted. Whimpering and moaning she grasped Liv's bottom and pulled her down onto her mouth, wriggling her tongue into the slick heat of Liv's body. Miranda swirled her tongue frantically around inside the tight wetness, driven on a hunger and need that she had never experienced before.

Liv gasped as Miranda began to work on her center once more. "God!" She screamed as she threw her head back and closed her eyes. Her finger continued working on her love slowly as her mind spun.

Down by the river Nakhti could hear the sounds of passionate love making emitting from the camp. He had hoped the noise of the river and the sound of the birds would drown it out, but it did not. As his mind filled with visions of the two women deep in the throws of passion he tried to think of other things, but could not tear his mind from the image of Liv and Miranda pleasing one another.

The mental image of what might be going on was arousing him more and more, and the sounds were almost too much for the poor man to take. Reaching down unconsciously he slowly rubbed his aching member through his clothing, as the noises emitting from the tent grew even louder.

Once Liv was able to move again she lowered her head between her love's legs and began to lap at Miranda’s swollen bud as she slowly inserted another finger inside her love. She continued this briefly before she withdrew her fingers and, releasing the bud from her mouth, replaced it with her tongue letting it slip inside.

Miranda moaned and dug her fingernails into the flesh of her love's bottom as she felt Liv's tongue enter her body, making her tremble and shudder; she knew there was no way any more to stop now, they both were nearing completion with an unstoppable pace. Her hips rolled faster and faster, making Liv's tongue slip deeper into her body. Pulling back briefly only to gasp for breath, Miranda cried out loud as Liv started rubbing her bud with her thumb, pushing her towards the edge even faster. Mirroring Liv's actions, Miranda released one hand off Liv's hips to bring it to her love's swollen bud and roll it between her fingers as she thrust her tongue deep into the beloved body again, going faster with every thrust. She was in a rush now, completely beyond control of herself, driven on solely by her instincts and lust.

Down by the river, Nakhti noticed too late what he was doing. Helplessly he bit his lips hard to at least remain quiet as the pace of his hand quickened, driven on by the women's lusty cries and moans that the night air carried from their little camp to where the guard sat.

The combination of feeling Liv's mouth and hands, of feeling Liv squirm and writhe above her, of hearing the moans and whimpers and small cries her doing elicited from her love, and of tasting the proof Liv's arousal and passion nearly overpowered Miranda's senses; her whole body trembled and her vision began to blur. "Liv!" Miranda gasped as she began to shake and buck uncontrollably, "Liv, please, come with me!" It was all she could manage before her climax hit her, making her toss her head back into her nape and scream out all the feelings she had for this beautiful woman in her arms. "Come with me!" Miranda cried again and again as she helplessly spasmed beneath her love and every inch of her skin tingled and itched from the power with which the orgasm was crashing down on her.

Hearing her love’s urgent pleading combined with the sensations she was experiencing pushed her over the edge and Liv reached her peak as well.
Taking Miranda’s bud between her fingers Liv pinched and teased the sensitive flesh; arching her back and moaning into her love’s entrance her tongue still working in and out rapidly, her climax overcame her. Liv’s body began to shake and spasm as she savored the sweet taste of Miranda’s climax, pressing herself tighter against her love.

How Miranda managed to bring her head forward again, she did not know; but she did just as Liv was hit by her orgasm and pressed her mouth tight over Liv's entrance so not to spill any drop of her love's juices. The taste of her love's climax nearly brought Miranda to a second orgasm; she shuddered violently and moaned deeply against Liv's entrance. Miranda could feel Liv shudder and tremble and grasped her hips again to steady her love, gently making her lie down on the mattress; still her mouth did not leave Liv's nether region for one moment during the Princess' orgasm. Instead, Miranda kept lapping up all that Liv had to give and carefully cleaned her with her tongue once the orgasm had subsided.

Once that was done, Miranda turned to lie beside her love and pulled a blanket over their exhausted bodies. "Come here my love," she whispered and pulled the beautiful woman into her arms. Cupping Liv's chin, Miranda made her look into her eyes for a moment. "That was the best sex I have ever had," she whispered honestly and kissed Liv deeply.

Liv smiled dreamingly at Miranda. She felt as if she were in another world and her body was floating in the clouds. Liv nodded her agreement and tried to speak but no words escaped her suddenly dry mouth. Raising a trembling hand she touched Miranda’s cheek gently before she had to drop her arm, finding she did not have the strength to hold it up any more.

Breathlessly, Nakhti leant against the tree that he was sitting under, his face burning with embarrassment. Although it had been involuntarily, he felt ashamed for having listened to the women's lovemaking and for having been so affected he'd pleasured himself. Nakhti gave himself a mental shake, and then he stood and approached the campfire once more. Clearing his throat he called out, "I have returned with our dinner. I hope you two are hungry." He set about stirring the fire to make it bigger so he could cook their meal efficiently. Nakhti was sure the two women were rather hungry now, but he let on as if he had no idea of what had just occurred.

Miranda blushed and gave Liv a somewhat sheepish grin as she saw how exhausted her love was. "I love you," she whispered and gave her a squeeze, "Now rest, my love."

When suddenly Nakhti called out, Miranda gave a start. "Oh God, we have completely forgotten about him," she whispered to Liv, "Do you think he has heard us?"

Liv giggled, “I’m sure he did my love. I think everyone for fifty miles heard us,” she replied in a whisper as she pulled the blanket over her head.

"Oh God!" Miranda groaned, feeling her face heat up with embarrassment, "I can't believe we did that!" She glared at the blanket that was covering Liv's face and shaking with her love's quiet laughter. "Are you laughing at me?" Miranda asked and poked the Princess, earning a shriek and a poke from her in return. "We better answer Nakhti, or he might be worried," she said then, "I *am* hungry, but there is no way I will be able to move within a week. You have completely worn me out, my love. What about you? Will you join him for dinner?"

Pulling the blanket from her face and trying to control her laughter Liv replied, “We would love some dinner. Can you prepare it and call us when it’s ready. We’ve had a busy day and are a little tired; I think we will take a short nap.” Liv turned to smile at Miranda.

“Very well,” replied Nakhti, knowing exactly why they needed a nap and grinned to himself. “It should take about an hour to prepare everything. I will wake you then.”

“Sounds good.” Liv called out as her smile turned mischievous, “And you can take care of anything else that might arise that needs attending to.” She quickly ducked back under the blanket.

Nakhti froze in his spot and blushed deeply as he closed his eyes and slowly shook his head before he began cooking. “She knows me too well.” He muttered to himself.