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It had been a hundred years, no.  Longer.  More than a hundred years since he'd followed that damned wizard through the portal and into this new, strange world so alike his own and yet not. 

A hundred lands had passed beneath his boots and a dozen new languages to learn as he crossed the earth under foreign stars.  Stars who'd long since lost their remote and ominous unfamiliarity.  Now they were there, to guide his nights as the road of men and more importantly the sun guided his days.  And although he no longer fought against sorcerers and monsters as he did of old?  In this new land there were other monsters to fight; those with fangs or fur.  Some had four legs, some had two but a man did what he had to and over the decades there were less that would come against him as Conan's legend began to grow.

He'd lost track of who's land this was, and truth to tell he didn't care.  Was it owned?  Maybe.  There had been no one around for several leagues however, and the man himself had not seen another human in a spate of days.  So finding a flat enough space at the edge of a wood line, looking out to the flatland's and the tall grass beyond is where the Cimmerian made his bed for the night.  His horse had been fed and tied close, and Conan had rolled out a few furs to lay on as he roasted one of the long lop-eared hares over his small fire. 

Yes, it was a good night, but strange in a way that kept him awake and alert.  The warrior kept his sword, Cimmerian steel at his side as his eyes roamed the ocean of grass in front of him. 

Date: 2011-12-06 02:26 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] dealing-death.livejournal.com
That actually made her blush. Selene did not get treated like this by men. They did not say these things nor look at her as he was. Men were not gentle. She felt her heart race at the sound of that single word. Never. Even if he had been lying she would have still felt the flounder of her heart and the rush of blood to her face.

She loved how his hand felt in her very long hair. Possessive but not controlling, the sort of possession that spoke of desire not taking.

Her lips met his eagerly a soft whimper vibrating just behind her lips.

Date: 2011-12-18 05:45 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] bornofbattle.livejournal.com
Her lips were as soft as her armor hard. Kissing her once, he pulled away to trace her lips with a rough and calloused fingerpad and then kiss her again. Harder this time. Longer did their lips meet.

His free arm wrapped around her back, tightening his hold on her and pressing her to him.

Morning was close, but not that close. He would keep watch on the skies, even as he kept his attention upon the woman in his arms.

Date: 2011-12-18 03:14 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] dealing-death.livejournal.com
She nipped at his finger as he brushed it over her lips. His kiss was fierce and lingering, making her pale lips swell and darken with a flush of color.

Her hands were in his thick mane of hair, like a lion he was, or so he looked. She fisted her hands in his locks kissing him eagerly her body pressing to his as he pulled her closer.

Date: 2011-12-18 10:50 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] bornofbattle.livejournal.com
He took her teeth on his finger like he took everything else; stoically. Not pulling away at the pain. His eyes simply narrowed for a flash of a moment, then opened again. Waiting to see what she would do next.

And then he took what she had next, and gladly. Rolling the woman over, he pull her atop him. The hand on her back slid lower, to where her short chemise met skin, and began to run his hand over the back of her thigh, pushing the material up and out of the way of his roaming fingers.

The moon was behind her head, giving this one the illusion of a halo as he stared up at her, but she was no angel, he'd bet his weapon on that.

Date: 2011-12-19 01:38 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] dealing-death.livejournal.com
Her hands skimmed over the shape of her body until the tips of her fingers found the edge of the fabric that was in his way. She pulled it over her head and tossed it on the furs.

Eager hands pressed against his chest, so pale and creamy against his sunkissed skin, lowering her self down her long hair hung around her face. She kissed him softly. Pulling back she sat up liking the position they were in, wondering if he liked what he saw. "Now that I have you where I want you....whatever will I do?"

Date: 2012-01-09 10:08 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] bornofbattle.livejournal.com
How many times had he been inside of her, three, four? How many times had she arched her back above him, showing those beautiful breasts of hers, that throat, those shoulders to the night? Conan didn't bother to count. It was more than once or twice, and far less than he'd wanted her to in the end. Of course there were even limits to his endurance, and there was a fair amount of time between their last two bouts of passion. They'd been tender, they'd been rough. Furs were scattered across the grass now, the tail of one beast smoldering in the dying embers of the fire.

Dying, just as the night was.

"Come, it's time." They'd held out as long as they could, he knew that. Longer than they should have, if she was going to be back into the darkness of her cave during daylight hours. Conan kissed her full, bruised looking lips.

"Selene, you will be safe. I will stay until nightfall."

Date: 2012-01-09 12:49 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] dealing-death.livejournal.com
Laying against his soild, thick chest she lifted her chin when the rumble of his voice woke her from her half sleep. There was a soft, sleepy smile on her lips as she looked at him. Every part of her ached not from pain, or even from the fight with the wolves, she ached for more of him if that was possible. After last night Selene wasn't sure much else was possible and she had never experienced that with a man before. They had spent the night having their way with one another.

"And when the moon rises again, I will ride with you." Or walk, she didn't have a horse.

Date: 2012-01-09 07:57 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] bornofbattle.livejournal.com
His eyes looked down on hers, his face thoughtful and still. Then there was an abrupt nod. "Yes. You will." There was nothing further to be said. He'd made his mind up when she spoke. The horse was strong and ugly, certainly big enough to carry them both. Or he would walk, or she would. They would.

Together.

"Come, this all can wait." He jerked his head to look at their makeshift camp. "The sun will not."

Date: 2012-01-09 10:56 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] dealing-death.livejournal.com
"What if someone comes along and finds our nest empty?" Selene started to quickly gather up her armor and weapons from the ground. "Besides, I like the feel of the fur against my skin." Selene had never slept on fur before, it tickled, teased and carressed, not unlike his hands. With as much as she could carry in her arms she made her way into the cave hidden in the side of the mountain, behind a thicket of trees and bushes.

Date: 2012-01-10 09:20 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] bornofbattle.livejournal.com
"Let them" Comes the stoic, logical reply. "They cannot get further on foot than I can on horse." He let her go with the lighter furs, taking her chainmail and armor and strapping them onto the horse after wrapping them in furs and blankets to keep from chafing the animals' sides.

What was left behind was hung up into trees so that the animals could not make off with the provisions while he moved their campsite.

Leading the horse behind her, they wove a trail through the trees into the forest and up an incline. The branches were thick, and here and there were slow going for the four footed beast in the darkness, but they made it.

Around the edge and down the steeper side was the cave. Conan tied the horse behind them as he climbed down, furs in his arms as well. The sky behind his back was getting lighter, but the shadows were still dark and deep over the entrance of the small cavern. Conan had to drop to his knees and shove the furs in before him, following where she'd already crawled.

Fortunately it widened up after the entrance, and by feel and sound rather than sight he found Selene's body in the dark. "You shall have furs, Selene. And safety. I shall be here when you waken."

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