Hey, I don't own the Amber series or any series for that matter (. This is my first try at an Amber fanfic so please be patient, and please review!
The Ballad Of Moire
"He was my master of arms and taught me of all weapons. But he was gentle."
"As are you, Corwin." She told me, taking my hand and drawing me towards her.
Gentle, ah yes, for the sweet Moire I was gentle. Of all the supposed atrocities I've committed I was gentle for her. How she could bend a prince of Amber to
her will was dangerous, yet that is the nature of women. Gentle yes, but manipulative from birth. Silken skin and velvet lips are every mans undoing. The amount of restraint we must constantly exercise is exhausting. Moire with her sweet bare breast and commanding aura had been tempting me since I'd first seen her. And to quench this most natural of thirst was a feeling beyond words. For a time I needed no memories, no answers. Being able to simply follow instinct and not worry about following a foreign protocol. As she rode a wave of pleasure beneath me I realized that strange as it may seem this was to be one of my last moments of innocence. For no matter the current situation I was still somewhat naive, and I knew with a sense of dread that my memories would be a heavy but necessary burden. But alas, Amber is no place for innocence. As I lye beside Moire, her breathing still shallow as was mine, I enjoyed what I felt would be my last moments of peace for quite some time.