Now, this is one drink this girl has never ever heard
of, but it might be asked for it is called
"Cho" and is hot paga with chocolate melted into it.
(Mentioned here only because it might be asked for, though it doesn't seem
to have a basis in the books)
may this Master be blessed with fond memories of His youth and the playful days of childhood..
~~leaning forward to the tray once again she carefully adds three pinches
of tea to the next cup
and adds the steaming water..smiling softly as the water turn to a soft
golden brown and the leaves
settles gently back to the bottom..taking the second spoon she adds one
spoonful of red
sugar..and lifts the cup..nestling it in the palm of her hand as she tugs
softly at the other side of
her silks revealing completely her full firm breast..she gasps softly as
the runs the rim of the hot
delicate cup around her hard nipple..her emerald eyes closing slightly
as she feels the burning in her
belly begin to brust into a flame of desire..she looks to this Master and
brings the rim of the cup to
her lips kissing the edge softly and slipping her little pink tounge to
the tea..she waits as her heart
flutters strongly in her breast and offers the kissed edge to the Master..
may this Master be blessed with vigor and strength in prime of His life so He may enjoy the many pleasures He is entitled to...
~~she leans forward a final time to fill the last of the small cups she
smiles seductively up at this
Master her honey colored curls drooping gently against her soft cheek and
slithering down her neck
to nestle between the soft curves of her breasts..she measures out the
tea and adds the still
steaming water..then taking the last spoon she adds one spoonful of red
and one spoonful of yellow
sugar..and stirs slowly..picking the cup up in her long slender fingers
...she brushes her hair to the
side and nestles it of a moment in the valley of her breasts ..then turns
it slowly as she tilts back
her head and runs it up the long elegant line of her neck..dropping her
head slowly she peeks through
a veil of golden curl at this Master ..her eyes filled with the depth of
her desire..and brings the
delicate cup to her glistening red lips..placing a long lingering kiss
on the edge..as she allows a few
drops of the hot sweet tea to pass into her mouth..she waits for the count
of three heartbeats
then leans forward and turns the kissed edge to this Master.her lips slightly
parted as soft gasps
of sweetened breath escape her lucsious crimson lips..
May this Master enjoy the His elder years..and revel in the wisdom and enlightenment that comes with the experience of age
~*~
Hearing His booming demand for mead, this kirtled maid rises from between the long benches where she kneels, with expeditious steps she moves toward the servery. The woolen garment, split to her belly, moving softly over her slave flesh, with each step displaying well the lush curves of His property girl.Selecting for Him the choicest drinking horn, its contours well polished, its rim decorated with an ornately worked filigree of gold, passion inspects the vessel with a practiced eye, finding it satisfactory. With a glance toward Him, a lascivious grin and a calculated shrug of a tawny shoulder, passion frees a dark tipped breast from its woolen drapery. hooded amber eyes regard her Jarl as
she touches the rim of His drinking horn to the tender, newly exposed nipple kissed taut by the chill of the Torvaldsland eve. Turning it slowly 'gainst this delicate flesh, she insures its smoothness acceptable for His lips.Turning now to the firepit, she lifts with cloth protected hands, the heavy, steaming tankard of sweet mead. Horn in one hand, tankard in the other, eyes alight with the contents of a joyful bond-maids heart, she hurries back to Him, her kirtle molding itself to every sweet contour of His property as she moves, bared breast bouncing lightly in time with its barely concealed twin, passion stops and kneels before Him, and before His eyes pours the strong mead into the carefully held horn. Its potent steam surrounding her face, reeling her senses, brightening the smile on her face.
passion lifts the horn the her soft lips, tasting the brew and as she regards Him with adoration, rings the filigreed rim with countless sweet kisses before raising it up to Him in offering…
"Your mead, my Jarl. May its warmth and Your bond-maid's heat keep the evening's chill far from You!"
A white silk serve by kalyn{Tg}:
"yes Master, a girl will bring You Paga at once"
smiling
warmly with eyes lowered respectfully...she rises carefully and turns on
the balls of her
feet....silk covered hips moving in a pendulum like motion as she moves
to the servery...her eyes
lifting to to the shelves to choose the footed bowl she will use for the
Master
spotting it...she moves to the counter and lifts her hands to reach for
the bowl...moving to stand on
her toes....the muscles of her tanned legs becoming taut as her fingers
reach to retrieve the
bowl.....taking it...her stance relaxing as she examines the bowl for imperfections..fingers
sliding
over the vessel carefully....paying particular attention to the rim..satisfied
that it is fit for a
Master's use, she wipes the inside of the bowl clean with rep cloth
turning, walking to the rack containing bottles of paga which hang from
the pegs in their slings...she
touches several..checking for a temperature which she knows will be perfect...smiling
as she chooses
one..she lifts the sling from its peg and hangs it over her shoulder...her
arm
pressing it against her
side as she turns and walks back to the Master...her eyes lower to show
her submission as she
moves to stand before the Master
dropping to kneel before the Master..her knees together as her bottom rests
against her
heels.....she leans forward and places the footed bowl directly in front
of her knees on the
floor....small hands move to lift the bottle at her side to her lips...her
teeth grasp the cork and pull
it free with a small pop....slowly she leans forward with the bottle cradled
against her body...the
warm clear liquid slowly poured into the bowl so that there is no splash..as
the bowl fills she stops
the pour and straightens her back...smiling slightly around the cork in
her mouth as she adjusts the
bottle and then recorks it...moving it again to hang at her side
her fingers move to the bowl and lift it slowly and with care to not spill
a drop....the bowl is pressed
between her breasts for several beats of her heart and then slowly lifted
to her pouting
lips....hands gently turning the bowl as she kisses the rim......tilting
it slightly, she sips the warm
firey beverage and pauses to insure that it is indeed safe and the proper
temperature....satisfied,
she carefully offers the bowl to the Master with both hands
smiling with lowered eyes..."Master, a girl hopes this drink satisfies
Your thirst and that her
service has been pleasing to You"
A red silk *hot* paga serve by tasia^{LTT}
raising her head with a quick snap, sending flaming tendrils of crimson hair to
spill over her pale back... a girl will bring You anything You desire, Master...a girl scrambles to her feet, scampering towards the strong Master, falling
subordinately at His feet...Master, how may this lowly kajira serve You this night?
letting her silks unravel about her body, falling in a shimmering puddle at her feet...
how would Master like His paga?as You wish it, Master
rising to her feet, pale skin shining like liquid gold in the firelight, hair like undulating flames licking at the melted mixture. she slides back three steps, reveling in the feel of the Master's eyes on her form, nipples hardening and slave sex throbbing at the thought of His hands against her body...then she turns, scampering towards the Necropolis' servery, ass wiggling with each excited step..tasia's feet hit the cool stone of the servery, the dull pitter pat of bare flesh against stone a counterpoint to the feverish pounding of her heart in her ears. she sets upon her task, eyes roaming over the multitude of crockery adorning the servery walls, looking for a mug worthy of brushing against the Master's sexy lips. she spies one resting low on the shelves...
a silver bowl adorned with a jade tarn in flight, small orange stones simulating a blazing sun retreating behind the magnificent beast. tasia bends low, breasts sweeping close to the cool stone, arms snaking their way through the bowl's siblings in service to pluck it from it's position on the shelf. her thighs part wide, the lips to her throbbing slave sex brushing against the floor. like this, the pink inner folds are bared to You, to A/any caring to look, the flushed flesh dewed with further evidence of her need...
she pulls the mug free, cradling it against her swollen breasts, eyes darting over it's surface for the tiniest flaw. but she does not trust her eyes, even though they find it perfect. no, she cannot risk the tender flesh of a Master's lips. she slides to bowl down her heated body, letting the rim rest against the outer covering of the core of her slave's need. she lets the rim slip between the puffy lips, delving into her liquid heat, brushing ever so slightly against her engorged nub. she moans in delight as the flawless metal strokes her so intimately...
she shivers as she thinks of the lips of this Master touching this bowl, this cool, unfeeling lover that touches her even now. she envies the future contact, wishing her flesh could replace the inanimate object. with a frustrated sigh, she pulls the bowl out from betwixt her trembling legs, bringing it to her lips, letting her tongue run along the honey coated rim, tasting the musk of her desire...
she leaves the sweetened bowl upon the servery counter, drawing her heated flesh across the room to the humid extents of the fire pit. she stops at the rows of hanging paga botas, running her hands intimately over the swollen animal skins, stroking the taut bellies, masaging them and feeling their heavy weight in her hands. she drags one bota from it;'s hook, trailing it down over the swell of her breast, her nipple gauging the temperature of the thin skin. the heat radiating from it makes the already hard nipple painfully taut, tasia's back arching against the light caress. she bites her lip against a throaty moan and retrieves the bowl from the servery, turning to where the Master sits...
she slowly approaches the Master's chair, her slow measured steps displaying her nude body abashedly, the bota and mug positioned so tantilizingly between her breasts. her eyes seem unwaiveringly focused on a Master's tightening breeches, licking her lips as she studies the growing bulge, wondering what the Master would taste like sliding over her tongue...
stopping before a Master's feet, sliding seductively down between His opened thighs, her own milky thighs falling wide open as she hits the furs. she places the bowl against her blazing sex, unsure of which is hotter, the paga, or her. she rests the bota in the Master's lap, the seething animal skin pressed aganst His rigid manhood, the neck and cork jutting forward like an unencumbered penis...
leaning forward, a girl takes the tip of the bota between her teeth, a hand snaking around the base to hold it steady. with a soft pop the cork slips free, surrounded by the contrasting pearly teeth and ruby lips. she tilts the bota even slightly, and the warm liquid flows out, splashing unerringly into the gleaming bowl. stray droplets splatter up against the girl's pale skin, the warm liquid sliding over her sizzling skin....
the bowl nearing capacity, tasia dips her head, lips coming to impede the free fall, the heady liquid coating the shimmering column of her long neck. she presses the cork back into place, lips wrapping around the moistened neck, sliding down along it's length, then working it's way tantilizingly back up. grinning wickedly up at the One she serves, tasia lets the replaced cork slide off the tip of her tongue, a thin line of saliva following after her retreating mouth...
tasia rocks back on her heels, hands falling to cup the heated metal. slowly she lifts it, letting it slide along the flushed pinkened skin of her inner thigh, caressing the fresh brand Red Tarn had placed there, marking her forever His. she lets the bowl kiss her searing slave flesh, the silver such a nice contrast against the dewy red of her pubic curls. she lets the bowl trail up her slave belly, between her begging breasts, resting for three erradic beats against her furiously pounding heart. she raises it to her lips, tasting the paga swirling with the flavor of her arousal. then she raises it to the patient Master, her head falling lax between her two uplifted arms, hair blazing trails of fire across her ivory breasts...
Master, a girl hopes this paga sates Your thirsts, and that the slave that brings it to You has sated other needs as well...