Hello, Hello! Well many, many of you loved the first chapter. I have to say it looked kind of short when you put it on this site. It was about three pages long on Microsoft Works. o.o; Damn this site for making me like cheap...I'm only cheap money wise but that's a completely different story. ^_^;;; Anyways, I'm so happy many of you loved the story so for the weekend of 5/6/03 through 5/7/03 perhaps 5/8 keep up the good marks and I'll be sure try to keep updating weekly. I hope this new part, partation two is enjoyable. Also Jez and I are happy to hear that you yaoi Rociel fans are actually finding Rociel's love with a female fun. Thanks.
Matt
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Rociel forced his left hand under Ebony's white fleshed chin and then pried her head upward while his thumb flickered across her lips. A low chuckle arose as he slid his hand up to cup her cheek, and then cupped the other with his right hand. His eyes glistened in the dim candle light as he leaned forward, much more closely to her face. Those yellow eyes again stared carefully into hers, and then out of the sudden silence his face moved in and lips pressed without any warning at all into the girl's.
Air was squeezed from her tiny lungs and she gasped for revival through the sides of their jointed lips. Her shaken hands rose from their limp state at her sides and slowly, carefully, cautiously gripped around his shoulders and pulled herself into his sweet kiss. Her deep blue hues escaped from the light as lids closed over each orb. For this moment, her life was stolen by this greater power, this man she was sold to adore and slave over. His actions fit nothing of description from her parents, though she was sure his pleasant mood was bound to change, otherwise her parents would not be so fearful.
It was like candy for Rociel, he did have a sweet tooth, and that was one thing this girl would be good for. Though with a sudden change of mood, an extreme feel of uneasiness, he pulled his lips away and then struck her with the back of his across her cheek and sending her to the floor. He pulled himself to his feet and took a piercing glance at her. For some reason, unknown to her, he rejected her, was this for the moment, or permanent? Ebony feared rejection from another person, even if it was from a man who bought her.
After his strike on Ebony he walked out of the room and to the end of a large hall where the heels on his plat formed boots clicked against the stone floor and echoed through. A door creaked a little and Rociel went into his room where he sat and began to undress. First came off his jacket which gave view to his frail and pale body. He pushed it behind him onto the bed and then pulled his legs from his pants. He was an avid believer in not wearing anything under his clothes. He believed it was better to be as free from restraint as possible, and clothing seemed to be one of these restraints.
Rociel stood and moved to his closet. He walked inside of the large room, he had so much to wear his closet was enormous, it could fit another bedroom or two into this building, but of course personal needs came first. He pulled out a white button up top. He placed his arms in the long sleeves and then buttoned it up. The buttons on the cuffs remained undone and he left the collar hampered, partly sticking up on one side and fixated on the other. Lastly he drew out a pair of crimson pants and threw them on over his pale, but soft and beautiful lower body. It was often desired that his real body was lusted rather than a figure in someone's mind, he could often play with his toys, and usually after the first, as if under a spell he could have them begging to serve him...in more ways than one.
Still sitting in the cold dark room Ebony held her cheek where she had been slapped so hard it was like a knife through her heart. She had a thing for the man, only an hour with him and she was in love. No one's treated her so nicely, and only life has hurt her so, but he stole her heart away in chains and then squeezed her life out with one swift hand movement. She was too strong to cry, so she just thought, and then stood. Slowly and very quietly she walked in the direction of Rociel. She followed the stream of light which was drowned out in the dark hall. Ebony had figured Rociel had been in that room up ahead, it must have been a large room, a beautiful one at that, the large and heavily decorated doors seemed to give that away.
She had stopped before the slightly parted doors and took a deep breath. She looked at her hand and then rubbed her cheek which still stung a bit, she hoped it was not still red. Her head moved to the side and looked into the room, she saw Rociel in his new clothes in front of a mirror running a brush through his silk strands. With another deep breath she knocked on the door and then pushed her way in with caution. Ebony's eyes were fixed on Rociel when she entered, but she thought she felt an uneasiness on the air and went speechless. "What do you want?" Rociel's voice finally spoke up after the long time of silence.
"S-sir..." she spoke softly and began to slowly walk up to Rociel, she stood behind him and stared into his glare in the mirror. "Sir...I'm sorry...I must have done something wrong." She could only assume that, even though she had not done anything to harm Rociel. Ebony gulped and waited for his response.
He bursted in with faint snicker and then, "Sorry? Sorry!? What is there to be sorry for?" Rociel stood and looked at her his eyes were filled with that gloomy feel, it was uncertain what he would do next. Ebony could only keep her eyes in a stare at his but her soul and conscience receded deep into a hiding place within her.
Without further waiting he dropped his brush down onto his marble vanity and then caressed her cheek where he had hit her. "You're not injured, does it hurt?"
Her face flushed with red again and her fearful stare was cast to the floor when he touched her. "It does...only a sting...don't worry about me, concern should only be saved for you."
Rociel's lips turned into a smile, she knew how to please him verbally but there was more than that which he wanted from her. He kissed her lips softly and drew back an inch. His eyes found allowance in hers and then he pulled her into his warmth again and kissed her harder, more passion involved with this kiss, much different from before. Ebony was overcome with joy now, she allowed her shy attitude to be forgotten for this, her hands on their own moved around his shoulders and neck and her lips moved with his, she was independent to move with him without consequence it seemed.
While he kept her in this lock, Rociel pulled her up into his arms and moved her from the floor to the bed. He lay her gently on her back and never left her lips.
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[ x.o Bad me. should this really end here? Probably not. I thought it might keep some of you wanting more again though. Hope you didn't get too bored but with family here now I had to wait to write, so I wrote it all Monday night. XD Yes! Go me. I could have added more but then I'd have to write about a whole other chapter into this and well lets see, I really didn't want to. Next chapter may be full of lust. Feedback again, even if you already posted I want more. 3 Love you guys. ]
Matt
†MH
Rociel forced his left hand under Ebony's white fleshed chin and then pried her head upward while his thumb flickered across her lips. A low chuckle arose as he slid his hand up to cup her cheek, and then cupped the other with his right hand. His eyes glistened in the dim candle light as he leaned forward, much more closely to her face. Those yellow eyes again stared carefully into hers, and then out of the sudden silence his face moved in and lips pressed without any warning at all into the girl's.
Air was squeezed from her tiny lungs and she gasped for revival through the sides of their jointed lips. Her shaken hands rose from their limp state at her sides and slowly, carefully, cautiously gripped around his shoulders and pulled herself into his sweet kiss. Her deep blue hues escaped from the light as lids closed over each orb. For this moment, her life was stolen by this greater power, this man she was sold to adore and slave over. His actions fit nothing of description from her parents, though she was sure his pleasant mood was bound to change, otherwise her parents would not be so fearful.
It was like candy for Rociel, he did have a sweet tooth, and that was one thing this girl would be good for. Though with a sudden change of mood, an extreme feel of uneasiness, he pulled his lips away and then struck her with the back of his across her cheek and sending her to the floor. He pulled himself to his feet and took a piercing glance at her. For some reason, unknown to her, he rejected her, was this for the moment, or permanent? Ebony feared rejection from another person, even if it was from a man who bought her.
After his strike on Ebony he walked out of the room and to the end of a large hall where the heels on his plat formed boots clicked against the stone floor and echoed through. A door creaked a little and Rociel went into his room where he sat and began to undress. First came off his jacket which gave view to his frail and pale body. He pushed it behind him onto the bed and then pulled his legs from his pants. He was an avid believer in not wearing anything under his clothes. He believed it was better to be as free from restraint as possible, and clothing seemed to be one of these restraints.
Rociel stood and moved to his closet. He walked inside of the large room, he had so much to wear his closet was enormous, it could fit another bedroom or two into this building, but of course personal needs came first. He pulled out a white button up top. He placed his arms in the long sleeves and then buttoned it up. The buttons on the cuffs remained undone and he left the collar hampered, partly sticking up on one side and fixated on the other. Lastly he drew out a pair of crimson pants and threw them on over his pale, but soft and beautiful lower body. It was often desired that his real body was lusted rather than a figure in someone's mind, he could often play with his toys, and usually after the first, as if under a spell he could have them begging to serve him...in more ways than one.
Still sitting in the cold dark room Ebony held her cheek where she had been slapped so hard it was like a knife through her heart. She had a thing for the man, only an hour with him and she was in love. No one's treated her so nicely, and only life has hurt her so, but he stole her heart away in chains and then squeezed her life out with one swift hand movement. She was too strong to cry, so she just thought, and then stood. Slowly and very quietly she walked in the direction of Rociel. She followed the stream of light which was drowned out in the dark hall. Ebony had figured Rociel had been in that room up ahead, it must have been a large room, a beautiful one at that, the large and heavily decorated doors seemed to give that away.
She had stopped before the slightly parted doors and took a deep breath. She looked at her hand and then rubbed her cheek which still stung a bit, she hoped it was not still red. Her head moved to the side and looked into the room, she saw Rociel in his new clothes in front of a mirror running a brush through his silk strands. With another deep breath she knocked on the door and then pushed her way in with caution. Ebony's eyes were fixed on Rociel when she entered, but she thought she felt an uneasiness on the air and went speechless. "What do you want?" Rociel's voice finally spoke up after the long time of silence.
"S-sir..." she spoke softly and began to slowly walk up to Rociel, she stood behind him and stared into his glare in the mirror. "Sir...I'm sorry...I must have done something wrong." She could only assume that, even though she had not done anything to harm Rociel. Ebony gulped and waited for his response.
He bursted in with faint snicker and then, "Sorry? Sorry!? What is there to be sorry for?" Rociel stood and looked at her his eyes were filled with that gloomy feel, it was uncertain what he would do next. Ebony could only keep her eyes in a stare at his but her soul and conscience receded deep into a hiding place within her.
Without further waiting he dropped his brush down onto his marble vanity and then caressed her cheek where he had hit her. "You're not injured, does it hurt?"
Her face flushed with red again and her fearful stare was cast to the floor when he touched her. "It does...only a sting...don't worry about me, concern should only be saved for you."
Rociel's lips turned into a smile, she knew how to please him verbally but there was more than that which he wanted from her. He kissed her lips softly and drew back an inch. His eyes found allowance in hers and then he pulled her into his warmth again and kissed her harder, more passion involved with this kiss, much different from before. Ebony was overcome with joy now, she allowed her shy attitude to be forgotten for this, her hands on their own moved around his shoulders and neck and her lips moved with his, she was independent to move with him without consequence it seemed.
While he kept her in this lock, Rociel pulled her up into his arms and moved her from the floor to the bed. He lay her gently on her back and never left her lips.
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[ x.o Bad me. should this really end here? Probably not. I thought it might keep some of you wanting more again though. Hope you didn't get too bored but with family here now I had to wait to write, so I wrote it all Monday night. XD Yes! Go me. I could have added more but then I'd have to write about a whole other chapter into this and well lets see, I really didn't want to. Next chapter may be full of lust. Feedback again, even if you already posted I want more. 3 Love you guys. ]
