Moving Minds

My brain and I are in conflict. I really want to push Rhiannon and Niall's story forward however another story is insisting on having my undivided attention. So, I surrendered late yesterday and doubled the scene I submitted to the contest. It will be it's own book soon. There is still no title and although the Sex Kitten has found a name the god has not. What name do you think rolls off the tongue best during orgasm?

Chapter 7

Rhia had arranged for Inara to stay with her for a few days. It was time to tell her everything and say goodbye. Her time was running out. Tomorrow she was to learn who her husband would be. Or at least who the council wanted her to marry but she already knew she wouldn't. She nearly had everything in place for her escape.

In order to avoid suspicion she had tucked her bag into the back of her wardrobe with her winter dresses. Only packing a few items at a time helped avoid the maids' notice of missing clothing. She wouldn't be taking much, just a couple changes and some money she had managed to save. Hopefully it would be enough for some new clothes and a new life when they found their place.

She had to wait until they were alone. Inara's guard would sleep in the small room linked to the one Niall slept in but both guards would be with them until they retired to her room for the evening. Time seemed to drag, testing her patience. What patience she possessed had been spent by the time it was lat enough to excuse themselves from her parents and go up to her chambers.

Hugging and kissing her parents was difficult at this point. Knowing she would leave them behind, probably forever, was ripping a piece of her heart away. She bid Niall a soft good night while Inara ignored (her guard). She had begun to notice a lack of interaction between them, whereas she had a type of friendship building with Niall.

She waited until the maids had helped them change and shut the door behind their ample backsides.

“We need to talk,” she bounced on the bed, patting the place beside her and oozing nervous energy. “You need to promise to keep this a secret though.”

Inara crawled up beside her and looked into her eyes to gauge how serious she was, “This must be huge. Who are we gonna kill?” she grinned at Rhia, trying to get a chuckle when she started wagging her eyebrows and nudging her.

“Hopefully nobody dies from this.” Famous last words, Rhia.

Inara went serious, she seemed to finally understand the weight her friend was carrying on her delicate shoulders. They sat in silence a moment, Inara silently giving her support and patiently waiting while Rhia gathered herself for the impending storm that began the moment she told her only friend the truth.

Sighing Rhia forced out, “I'm going away in a few days. Niall and I are going.”

“When will you be back?” Inara was nodding as if she already understood the answer. Her green eyes flashed as she answered for Rhia, “You don't think you're ever coming back.” It was more of a statement than a question, quickly followed by “We're coming with you.”

How did I know she would start there? Rhia thought while spouting her rehearsed response, “You can't go, Inara. I won't allow you to throw your life away with me. It is going to be dangerous and if we are caught the consequences will be unbearable.” She held onto her friend's shoulders and looked her in the eyes, trying to push her sincerity into Inara. She felt the moment when her will started to overtake Inara's and pushed her away, closing her eyes.

Inara touched her lightly and spoke softly, “Rhia, I could never let you go alone and you know I've always been miserable here. My happiness has only been two places- out there and with you. If you are out there, then there is no happiness in here.”

Rhia could feel the truth of her words, she didn't even need her powers here. She had always known this particular truth about her fiery friend.

“Can I know the reason we are leaving? Are you finally going to go to him?” She had been urging Rhia to listen to the goddess and take Niall as her lover, although she had felt this should be on the side. Perhaps she had merely been spouting what she though she should say. Inara seemed to genuinely want to go. “I had a feeling this was what you were up to so I packed appropriately. Of course I'll leave most of what I brought here but I brought some of my lighter dresses and some sturdy boots.” It was hard for Rhia not to be sucked in by her friend's exuberance.

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There was a light knock on the door connecting him to Rhiannon's room. His pulse jumped at the thought of having her alone with his bed so close and the rest of the house tucked away for the night. Before he could pull himself together and respond the door eased open and she quickly slipped in and closed it. The soft light cast by the only candle he had lit made this seem unreal. He struggled with his blood deprived brain to form coherent thoughts beyond those involving a lack of clothing and a probable death sentence.

He blinked and she was right in front of him. He could smell her sweet scent rising to tickle his nose and make his cock harden more. It was as if his body were reaching for her of it's own accord. She placed her hands on his bare chest, her touch branding him. Looking down into her gentle face he breathed, “You shouldn't be here.”

She parted her lips and he felt himself bend a little. He found himself seeing the logic of allowing a kiss. If he kissed her this one time he might be able to let it go and quit craving her. When his lips met her his brain melted, total liquification. He was drowning in her scent, her taste and the soft warmth of her flesh. The kiss deepened and grew hungrier. She snaked her arms up around his neck as he ran his hands around her waist and down over the firm globe of her behind. She moaned into his mouth and rocked her hips, pushing herself into his hands. His fingers began exploring the dips and valleys of her body, the soft spots and hard places.

When he felt her fingers loosening his breeches his brain suddenly switched on and he knew they needed to stop or they wouldn't. He took her hips in his hands and pushed and he stepped back. He took a deep breath and started to talk before his mouth found hers again.

“Rhiannon, you know we can't do this. You are to be betrothed tomorrow and we would have to leave or die. I will tell you now, I would not be able to share your affection with your husband. I could not bear the guilt of your punishment should we be found out, not for a moment.”

Rhia looked at him with a mixture of emotions playing across her face. Niall was certain he saw desire, sadness, anger and possibly determination just before a strange serenity settled there.

“You are right. It is not something to take lightly, I have given it great thought. I have plans, but not for tonight. I just needed to know for sure.”

With that she left him alone with his imagination making nightmares of her words. He had a sinking feeling that protecting her was about to get a lot harder.

The last of the scenes I did not pick for the Sex Scene Championships

This scene is from a book I have only just started and jotted a few notes and paragraphs about. I am not actively working on this story right now because I am focusing on Shadow Dance, I want Niall and Rhiannon to get their story before I engross myself in another. The book for this scene is tentatively called "Shot and Bound" and I hope you can see why soon.

Enjoy!


I was bound and kneeling on the cold hardwood floor of his studio. I could hear him as he moved around the room but with the blindfold firmly in place I had no idea where exactly he was or what he was doing. There was an occasional tug on the ropes that hugged my body and held it exactly the way he wanted it to be presented. Sometimes there was a click and I knew he had taken another shot. The flood that would follow between my legs was almost embarrassing, my thighs were wet and I was sure the floor was getting a little damp as well. With every breath the ropes squeezed and caressed my body intimately. Like the firm hands of a lover the ropes teased my nipples to firm peaks and pulled my shoulders back to better present them to my master and his camera.

I hear the snick of a vacuum being broken and know what is coming. I crave what he will do next. His sock clad feet pad closer to me and the cold paint slicks over my body in broad curving strokes. I feel his design come to life on my exposed skin and I know the colors will pair well with the ropes he has in place. My body floods with more moisture when I hear several more clicks of the camera coming from different angles. He moves me, changing the pose to perfect his vision. After a few more shots I hear him click the camera into place on the tripod. He comes around behind me quickly and then his hands are on my breasts, tugging my nipples to impossible lengths. The camera begins to snick off photos on its own, he has set it to photograph us. It seemed impossible but my body floods with more moisture.

I lean back into the comfort and warmth of his chest, resting my head back on his muscular shoulder. I feel his breath on my neck and I shiver in anticipation. They swiftly change to shivers of pleasure as he kissed my neck and shoulder, tickling me with his mustache. Oh, that mustache. I once vowed to never kiss someone with facial hair, now I don’t know what I’d do if he shaved it. He can cause the most amazing sensations in the sweetest of places with that little line of soft, dark hair.

He reaches down and spreads my knees as far as they will go, exposing me to the camera. He dips his fingers into the moist folds and makes a yum sound deep in his throat, making it almost a hungry growl. He knows just how to touch me to make me wild in moments and he knows how aroused I am by our “work”. He has chosen to bring me over the edge fast and hard this time and he works my button with one hand and my nipples with the other. Before I can form a coherent thought I’m shattering in his arms and he is praising my performance.

He stands quickly and unties me. After massaging the sore muscles in my arms he rises, mumbles something about 15 minutes and I know what to do. That is when I will see the results of our work and the reason for my reward.

Scene #2 that ALMOST got submitted to the Sex Scene Championship

Another scene written for Shadow Dance featuring our beloved Niall and Rhiannon later in their journey. I felt this one needed more of the familiarity with the characters than the others so it wasn't as strong on it's own.

Enjoy!


Niall entered the grove that served as a temple for these forest priestesses. The full moon cast a pillar of brilliant blue light directly on the altar in the center. The stone had been draped in gossamer fabrics and soft furs and strewn with fragrant night blooming flowers. Atop was a celestial vision. Curls of flame surround her head and peaked out at him from between her legs. Her hands had been bound above her head bringing her breasts up and putting her perfect pink nipples on display. She had been oiled and perfumed by the other women to create a perfect offering to the Mother.

As he approached the sacred altar she turned and smiled at him, opening her lazy eyes to gaze at him with an intensity in her midnight gaze that made his cock throb against the ties straining to contain it. She arched her back, opening and closing her legs. He knew she was ready for him already, prepared by the same women who left her here, like this, for him.

This offering was infinitely more important than the others they had shared. This would bind them: body, mind and soul. There was no turning back. It was frightening but everything he was told him it was right. He reached for her kissing her mouth, softly at first, pouring all of his love into the moment. When she moaned and arched into his touch he deepened the kiss, allowing a small amount of his hunger to spill into the fervor of the kiss.

He worked his way down her body with his hands, heading for the sweet spot between her legs with a brief but enthusiastic, stop at her breasts. Plucking her rock hard nipples and making her moan into his mouth. Needing to taste her need he moved between her legs, spreading her knees wide to accommodate his broad, tanned shoulders. His eyes a ghostly emerald as he lowered his head and savored the juices soaking that most precious place. She cried out and strained against the soft ropes restricting her movements as his lips and tongue loved her closer to the edge but never letting her fall. He knew when she was close and repeatedly brought her back from that glorious edge.

He moved over her, sliding his hard shaft easily through her folds and into the only place he ever wanted to be. With a groan he began to move gliding out before slowly inching his way back in. Every flick of his tongue against her nipples shot to her core driving her higher. Hearing her moans turn to screams, growing louder with each movement he made he knew she wasn’t going to be able to hold on much longer before their offering became complete. He rose up a little and fell over the cliff with her.

Wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her, heating her and stealing all strength from her body. Rhia wondered if it would ever end. He slipped the ropes from her wrists and wrapped her in his arms.

 “Mine.”

“Yours.”

Scene #1 that ALMOST got submitted to the Championship

This is one of the scenes I was considering for the Sex Scene Championship. It is a shortened version of the first time Niall and Rhiannon come together in Shadow Dance.

Enjoy!

She woke from the dream to find her own hand gently kneading the moist flesh between her legs. She wanted him to the point of need and she was tired of tiptoeing around it with him. If nothing else, she could get him out of her system.

She crept to the door linking their adjoining chambers and gently began pulling it open. Peeking in she could hear nothing but his deep breathing. When her eyes found him she saw his firm chest rising and falling as if laboring to breathe after a long run and glistening in the moonlight with a light dusting of moisture. A movement caught her eye and her gaze moved to his waist where the sheet was gathered to reveal the low V of his muscular stomach, leading her gaze directly to a dark nest of soft curls and the source of the movement.

Niall's arm snaked under the light hemp cloth and was moving up and down in a slow, steady rhythm along a rather alarming length. Her eyes shot to his face where she found a moisture inducing smile on a soft sleeping face. He was truly magnificent and in the light of the Goddess he seemed somehow unreal and transient. She had to go to him; there was no longer any doubt in her mind that this was the time, place and man for her first offering.

Niall’s eyes drifted open slightly and what he saw nearly made him come undone while he was sure he must still be sleeping, having merely moved into a new dream. His angel was gliding closer, her gossamer gown seeming to dance around her graceful form, hugging her delicious curves and offering veiled glimpses of the heaven it hid. The longer he watched her, as the seconds stretched like minutes, the more he was sure this must be a dream that would flee if he truly opened his eyes.

The Goddess’ full moon lit her in soft muted colors and shadows, further enhancing the soft curves he needed to feel against his hard planes. She finally reached his bed and stood over him watching his hand moving along his solid shaft with leisurely strokes of pleasure. He let a moan escape his lips and stilled when her gaze locked with his. He couldn't name all of the emotions that rapidly washed through her eyes but the one to settle in those midnight pools was the shining gleam of arousal.

“Rhia, come to bed, a stór, my precious.”

His large hands passed over her body with firm but gentle strokes. It was as if her body was an altar and loving her, his prayer. She felt her body heat and melt as he worshiped devotedly. Niall added his mouth to the mix almost immediately, kissing and dragging his tongue along the back of her neck. His hands began shifting her gown higher as he pressed the hard length of him into the soft heat of her backside. A groan escaped his lips, filled with pleasure, pain and longing, when he found she was already bare beneath the thin fabric.

Goddess, help me hold on, Niall offered up the silent plea as the groan left his lips. The siren-angel in his arms had come to him prepared.

Sex Scene Championship Submission

Well, I did it. I'm so nervous now, I thought it would take the pressure off when I made a decision. Of course now I have to sit and hope I made the right one and that I won't lose in the first round. Even so, I want to thank everyone that chimed in and helped me keep up the courage to follow through with this. Some days it can be hard to accept that I might be good enough to be a writer and those outside voices really help me push on.

I am going to be nice and post all 3 of the scenes that I was considering but did not choose. I will post the one I did choose after the contest is over. I hope you will all watch for me to pop up in the contest starting August 1 (my first round starts on August 7th). Everything will be on the Scorching Book Reviews blog (http://scorchingbookreviews.blogspot.com).

Enjoy!