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Birthday Scrolls
2001
February
2th
Shait's Magical Birthday
Shait was running through fields, laughing and giggling. She was wearing a white robe.
MysticalHerk was close behind her, pretending to chase her. As he reached her, they fell
down onto clover, kissing and caressing. Shait didn't care if they ever left this spot.
"Shait, hon?" she heard from far away. "Shait?" The sound came a
little closer. The clover bed was becoming fuzzy. "Shait?" came the voice once
again. It was a warm, caring voice. So Shait followed it. The previous scene was now
growing blurry.
"Shait, hon?" repeated the sensual voice.
As she opened her eyes, she looked into the marvelously blue eyes of MysticalHerk. She
smiled sleepily and slowly put her arms around his neck. He smiled and brushed her lips
with his. "MMMMMM," was her reply.
"Time to wake up, Shait," whispered MysticalHerk. "Were you dreaming? You
called my name. And you sounded so happy." He waited for her reply.
She thought a moment, brushing the cobwebs from her brain. "Ummmm," she said
slowly. "Oh yeah....we were running in a field....playing. Then we fell into some
clover and were just kissing." She smiled up at her man. "And you tasted
wonnnnderfullll!" she added.
"Well, that sounds wonderful," he said. "But today is your special day and
we have much to do. I don't want you to miss a moment!" He sat back up his hands
caressing her waist.
Shait stretched lazily, her hair spread softly on the satin pillow. As she slowly
stretched, her breasts rose to almost above the plunging neckline. MysticalHerk wanted to
coax them out, but knew if he went down that road they would be really late!
"Do you have any idea how lovely you are?" he purred. "Do you have any idea
how fortunate I count myself to be able to wake up with you every day? You are a feast for
my eyes, Shait."
She looked into his eyes and smiled. "As are you to me, Mystical! You are so good to
wake up to! I feel like I am drinking in Ambrosia each time I look at you."
He pulled her tenderly into his arms and they kissed once again. They were tender, gentle
kisses of a couple who knew each other well...a couple who had spent many years together
and who were perfectly comfortable with each other. But they also had kept the passion.
Their flames could be fanned so quickly, that those tender kisses suddenly took on a
hungry tone. MysticalHerk hesitantly held his woman away from him. "Oh babe!" he
sighed. "Anymore of this and all my plans will go awry."
Shait giggled and got up. Slowly she padded her way to the tub, which MysticalHerk had
prepared for her. She slowly let her nightgown slide from her shoulders, down her back to
her waste, off her hips and to the floor.
As she climbed into the steaming tub, she smelled the faint smell of KIWI and other
tropical fruits. "How nice," she thought. Then he nose caught the faintest smell
of mint. There were other Herbs in the water too. Her skin began to pleasantly tingle. The
concoction was awakening all her senses, not in a quick and harsh way.... but slowly,
gently. "MMMMMM, MysticalHerk!" she sighed. "You know exactly what I
like!"
MysticalHerk dropped his robe to the floor and jumped in with her. "You only begin to
understand that this morning, Shait." He slid behind her and began to massage her
shoulders. "Your hands are magical, Mystic!" said Shait, with a giggle and then
a long, sensual sigh.
MysticalHerk slowly made his way down her shoulders and back, working every muscle his
fingers found. He kissed her neck and earlobes and Shait relaxed with her eyes closed.
Soon, he bade her turn around and straddle his legs. His massage now brought on different
emotions, feelings and reactions. What his fingers did to her curvaceous, firm breasts was
amazing, Beads of oil slowly traveled down her breasts as his fingers caressed her now
hardened nipples. Mystical didn't miss the fact that her breathing pace had quickened. He
didn't
comment on it though. He just smiled, his eyes sparkling back at her. Shait closed her
eyes and threw her head back and she moaned softly.
Soon she found herself being lowered onto Mystical's familiar manhood. And they began
their lovers' dance. They moved slowly in unison. Their eyes diving into the others' eyes.
They kissed as if they'd been offered food after many, many days of starvation. The heat
in their bodies grew hotter.
Their tongues groped back and forth as their lips slid together. They moved together as
only longtime lovers could...knowing exactly what pleased each other the most. Together,
they stayed locked in lovemaking for the longest time.
When the climax of their loving was reached, water was splashing out of the tub
everywhere. They rocked hard against one another, crying out in passion and clinging to
one another. The heat was so intense they both felt faint. They collapsed in each others'
arms panting. Neither one could speak. As the intensity began to subside, MysticalHerk
took his woman's face in his
hands, looked deeply into her blue eyes and whispered "I love you, Shait! You are my
heart and soul!" Shait replied in kind as she leaned to him to kiss him once again.
They held each other and enjoyed the intamacy of their kissing for some time longer.
Later, as MysticalHerk lifted his lady-love out of the tub, she clung to his neck and
sighed. "It just keeps getting better and better with us!" she purred. Mystical
looked down and smiled. "That is because our souls continue to intertwine more and
more." he replied.
Shait looked back grinning. "That's because we're working out harder and harder
too!" She snickered as he set her down. Mystical sat on the bed and roared.
"Well, there is that! And of course, practice makes perfect! Hehehehe!"
He reached across to the other side of the bed, grabbed their clothes and tossed her
clothes into her lap. "We'd better get moving, Amazon!" he said grinning at her.
"There is much to do today!"
As he was putting his pants on, Shait allowed herself the luxury of looking at his behind
once more. "God I love that behind," she said, slapping a cheek playfully.
Mystical looked back, his eyes full of humor. "That's fine," he replied. "I
will get even tonight when we have our re-match!" And Shait knew he meant it.
As they emerged from the hut, Shait saw two lines of Amazons on either side of her path.
She walked down between them to a large, flower covered chair, mounted on two wood planks.
"Sit down, Shait," ordered Danaan, smiling at her friend. Calico placed a wreath
of flowers on her head. "What are you guys doing?" asked Shait. "I told you
not to fuss!" But her complaint fell on deaf ears and she was lifted onto AlphaHerks'
shoulders.
They carried her towards the lake, Amazons on either side, singing and dancing. They
covered the path with flower petals. Everyone was laughing and enjoying themselves.
"Now wait a minute!" Shait said suddenly. "It's February! What's with the
flowers and warm air? It's winter!" Everyone looked at MysticalHerk, who just smiled
back at her.
"Mystical!" she asked. "How did you do this? Tell me!" She looked up
at the blue sky and felt the warmth of the sun on her shoulders.
"Sorry my love!" he replied. "Tricks of the trade and all! I could tell
you but then I would have to kill you. And we wouldn't want that, now would we?" He
grinned mischievously at her.
As they reached the lake, Shait was heard to say: "Okay! I get the message. No more
questions!" They lowered the carryall onto a large raft with a few of the Amazons.
The others climbed on to four more rafts, along with their men. They made their way out to
the island at the middle of the lake and disembarked.
Shait saw a large BBQ pit as she was carried onto land. There were lounge chairs
everywhere. Picnic tables were full of food. The smell of bbq chicken, pork and steak made
her mouth water.
"How did you do this without me knowing?" she asked the women. "As they
gave her the evil eye, she said "Oops! I forgot. No more questions!" She giggled
innocently and threw her arms around Mysitcal, who carried her to her lounge.
The Amazons ate, chatted, partied, danced and talked into the evening. As large torches
now lined the party site, MysticalHerk raised his glass and said: "Here's to
believing in the impossible. And here is to Shait! Happy Birthday, my Amazon." And
everyone raised their glasses and responded "Here's to...! Happy Birthday, Shait!!
May your days and nights be filled with happiness and peace!"
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Shait! I hope you enjoy your birthday! We love ya.
Hugs, love and Happy Birthday,
Dessy
Lisa (AresFan's) Birthday Chase
AresFan sat there and peeled potatoes...one after another after another. (Ya gotta know
that when you're making mashed potatoes for an entire encampment, ya gonna peel just a few
taters). Strip after strip of potato skin went flying into the pile slated for compost.
Suddenly, she her nose began to itch. She twitched it to the left. She twitched it to the
right. She scrunched it up. And she blew on it (you know how ya do that). But it just kept
on itching.
Finally, she had to put her peeler down and feel. There it was. Perched on the bridge of
her nose like a little Emperor.....a nice clean strip of potato skin. Ares fan swiped it
off and then stood to look in the mirror and take stock of her appearance. She looked in
the reflective glass and what to her wondering eyes did appear? But a dozen strips of
potatoes, so thin they were almost clear.
"Hmmmmf!" she sniffed. "If hate this job. And I hate the smell of raw
potatoes!" She looked down at her red hands. "And cleaning them is no party
either!" She sat down, put her head in her hands and frowned.
After she had her minor witchy session, she decided she might as well finish her task.
After all, every Amazon took their turn doing KP. But boy, would she be glad when her turn
was done!
"I just don't think so!" a loud voice blasted into the room. She looked up and
there stood Ares, God of War. And he wasn't happy. "Not my Amazon! No! You will not
do the work of a scullery maid! I won't have it!"
He knocked her bowl to the floor, grabbed her dainty little wrists and yanked her to her
feet. Before she knew it, she was in his strong arms.
"But Ares," she protested. "All the Amazons take a turn...." But she
was cut off. "I don't care!" yelled Ares. "You are the consort of the God
of War!" You need to be treated according to your station. Guard work is acceptable.
This is NOT!"
AresFan tried to protest again, but found her lips crushed under his as he pressed her
body hard to his manly chest. He gave her a hungry, heated, passionate, long, wet and deep
kiss before finally releasing her to take in the vision that stood before him now.
He turned her around three times, mumbled, grumbled and glared. Now he turned her to face
him once more. AresFan stared up at him with eyes wide open.
Ares put his hand to his chin and stroked it as he thought about what he saw. "No.
This won't do," he decided. "This won't do at all!" He waved his hand and a
shower of little sparkles things covered AresFan's body. When the shower cleared, AresFan
was dressed in a brilliant long, flowing red dress with a slit up the middle, revealing
long black leather boots with high heels. The bodice gathered low at her cleavage,
revealing the lovely curve of her breasts. A diamond pendant dipped right up to her
cleavage, shining brilliantly with AreFan's assets guarding it on the left and right.
AresFan looked down at the silk material and smiled. "Now Ares," she said.
"This is hardly the type of outfit to do kitchen work in." Ares held up his
right hand. "Silence!" he cried. "This IS, however, the outfit to accompany
me."
With that, he grabbed her by the hand and headed out of the cooking hut. As he walked by
Kallista, he winked and she winked back. He strode with his semi willing captive out to
the center of the camp, turned around, and proceeded to announce the following:
"AresFan is mine this weekend. She is hereby relieved of all Amazon duties! I will
return her when I choose!" With that he scooped her into his arms and they both
disappeared in a shower of fire.
Kallista slapped Kistik on the back. "By the gods, Kissy," she stated.
"That woman is in for one hot time!" Kistik grinned back. "Yee haw!"
she cried. "Ride em AresFan!" Both girls laughed heartily as they headed over to
Hilara. "Is the deed done?" inquired Hilara. "It sure is," answered
the two in stereo. "Good," replied Hilara. "Her celebration should be extra
frisky and fun." The three girls joined arms and giggled as they walked away.
AresFan and his Amazon re-appeared in a Castle's main hall. Near to the throne she saw a
banner. "Happy Birthday AresFan. Love, Your Amazon Sisters." She turned back to
comment and Ares was dressed in a black soft leather outfit. And he had a big, red bow
tied over his left shoulder and under his right arm.
Ares looked at her lustily. "I'm your birthday present, my Amazon!" Three
leather covered buttons on his shirt were open, revealing his extremely muscular chest.
His pants were hugging his body perfectly. And Ares was licking his lips.
He pulled her roughly into his arms and kissed her thoroughly once again. His tongue set
hers on fire as the touched, caressed and slid sensually against one another. Finally, he
picked her up and set her in a throne chair that hadn't been there a moment ago. It was
placed on one side of a table that hadn't been there before either.
"Where did that come from?" she began to ask. Ares just smiled knowingly and as
she was looking at him, the room began to change.
The table was suddenly set with every gold, silver and crystal amenity. The plate settings
were of the finest gold. The linen cloths were perfectly white. Ares throne chair was a
bit larger than hers and placed on the corner bordering hers.
The tabletop was filled with wonderful smelling foods that made AresFan's mouth water. She
counted seven choices of beverage. Behind her a dessert table suddenly appeared. It was
filled with all her favorites.
Ares leaned over and kissed her neck. "Anything you want, my Amazon," he purred.
"This weekend is just for you."
She continued to look around and the throne room now looked like a bedroom and dining
area. There was a fire in the large fireplace next to the large heart shaped bed that had
just solidified.
The bed was covered in filmy drapes of a deep royal purple. The walls were a pattern of
gold and cream. The rugs around the bed and fireplace area were triple thick and creamy
white also. Candles lined the entire area over the fireplace.
To the back of the room there stood a tub full of steaming water. The air was scented with
a soft rose smell. It almost made AresFan dizzy!
The large, formal entryway that she had seen upon her arrival was gone. There was now only
a closed double door, bordered by dark purple drapes with gold accent.
Suddenly soft music wafted through the air. "Where is that coming from?" queried
AresFan, as Ares continued to nibble on her neck. She began to quiver from excitement.
"All things are possible tonight, AresFan," whispered the God of War.
"Tonight you are with me." He slid into his chair, raised a glass and smiled.
"This is all for you. Happy Birthday, my dear."
They feasted on every little tidbit on the table. They drank a very tasty light wine. They
tasted of the confections Ares had brought for his woman.
As he was feeding AresFan a piece of her favorite cake as she reclined on a pillow, he
leaned close, placed the cake between his teeth and lowered his mouth to hers. She took
her cake as she tasted of Ares' sensual lips. He groaned deeply as her tongue licked every
drop of frosting from his lips.
Ares dove into the "V" of her breasts and kissed and licked his way up the curve
of her breasts, to her chest and neck, then finally back to her lips. AresFan's chest now
rose and fell much faster. It seemed that there was another fire building in the room.
Theirs!
The God of War broke away suddenly. "Dance with me!" he commanded. So, the two
slowly made their way around the room, dancing to the soft sounds filling the room. He
held her tightly to him and all of her senses were filled with him. As his hands slowly
slid down her back, to the small of her back and finally lowered to cup her cheeks, all
she could do was sigh
and murmur. "Ohhhhhhhhhh Ares!" she whispered.
His hands then slowly slinked up her sides to her waist and then up to the sides of her
breasts. "MMMMMMM!" was her soft answer. Her head was on his chest and she could
hear his rapid heartbeat. The heat growing in her core was almost overwhelming now.
One hand folded around her back to hold her. The other hand cupped a breast and tenderly
kneaded it. AresFan could only moan again. Her knees were turning to liquid. She knew she
was going to sink to the floor.
Just then Ares scooped her into his arms. He looked deeply into her eyes. And as she
looked back she saw more passion than she'd ever seen before. "You're mine,
AresFan!" whispered Ares. "But tonight it is I who will see to your every
need." He smiled in a way that she knew he meant business. A quivering sigh escaped
from her as he headed for the bed.
Ares put one knee on the bed and then lowered his companion slowly to the soft satin
comforter. His body weight felt good as he lowered himself to her to kiss her once again.
He slowly kissed and nibbled and licked his way over her neck, shoulders and chest.
Aresfan felt enveloped in a sensual heat. He lowered the straps of her dress so that her
breasts could be revealed. As his lips touched the skin of one of her breasts, AresFan
groaned loudly.
He cupped one breast and worshipped it with his fingers. His lips caressed her other
breast and AresFan was swept away in the moment. As his tongue swirled over a nipple she
felt his manhood grow hard. It felt so good throbbing against her. She wanted this god
with all her soul!
Ares arose to begin to remove her clothes. Suddenly AresFan sat up and got on all fours.
"Oh no! God of War!" she cried. "You aren't getting me this easily! You
will have to work for it!" She got up and ran across the room laughing, with Ares in
tow. They tumbled and tussled all over the floor pillows. They rolled around and groped on
the rug in front of the fireplace. Both laughed and pretended to hiss and sneer at one
another.
Ares thought he had his woman pinned down in front of the fireplace. But she suddenly
flipped him over her and across the room. He jumped up and chased her again, placing her
in a four point pin, only to be tossed again. Pieces of clothes went flying to the left.
Another piece flew to the right. All the time there was giggling, hissing, laughing and
groaning.
After many tosses, rolls, gropes and kisses, they finally ended up on the bed, butt naked.
Ares manhood was at full attention, quivering in front of her. They chase each other
around the bed, until Ares had enough and pinned his Amazon down.
His chest heaving, panting for air, and grinning, he finally said: "Woman! You're
mine now. Your birthday present awaits you. Now let me give it to you." And he slowly
lowered himself between her thighs.
Back at camp, Kallista was sure she heard someone cry "Ohhh Ares!!!"
Happy Birthday AresFan (Lisa). Don't play too hard to get! Enjoy sis!
Hugs
Dessy
11th
CJANE'S BIRTHDAY
by Missferal
Hercules stood in the door leaning against the frame watching the delightful view
wiggle and weave in front of him.
Muffled sounds were coming from the same direction and Herk's mouth twitched as he
listened to the string of disjointed phrases and growls seeping into the air.
"Mfffp .. jghes.nbw bere ziz it mubt a miiiittele murghterrrr .. AHHHaaaaa" .
Slowly the figure emerged backwards, enticing his mouth to water, as the rest of the
delightfully feminine form began to back out from under the bed. As she stood, she waved
the offending boot above her head with a bloody war cry that almost made his hair stand on
end.
"NO errant boot escapes me and how in the name of ZEUS you got under that bed I will
NEVER know."
"Is that boot under arrest for trying to escape or are you just going to punish it
with a lick of boot polish" asked Hercules pushing himself away from the door.
Cjane spun around almost falling over the rug that had wrinkled into a pile during her
retreat, "Hercules," she gasped clutching the boot to her chest. "I.. I
was.. you see it.. but I.. this isn't..
Hercules almost pouted before ruining it with a big smile. "But from where I was
standing, I did see and it was quite delightful. I
spent ages on your gift, don't you want to see what it is", he asked mysteriously,
watching her pretty face flushed with the remains of her blush.
Cjane grinned and nodded while Hercules pulled a large fragrant bunch of purple and
white carnations from behind his back and presented them to her with a small bow at the
same time taking her boot from her. "For the most beautiful girl on her very special
day," he exclaimed as Cjane inhaled the heady perfume of the flowers.
"Purple carnations," exclaimed Cjane thrilled, "they are lovely, thank you.
I suppose you have come to pick up the boots I was going to repair for you. I'm sorry, I..
I seem to have.. misplaced them. I will find them, I promise"
.
Hercules shook his head, "Today is your birthday, and my spare boots can wait. I know
you will get them back to me when you can. I have a confession to make, I have another
gift for you". This time Hercules walked outside and seconds later was back with a
big shiny box, which he handed to Cjane.
She took the large golden covered box and tugged at the ribbons, exclaiming with a loud
gasp as she opened the lid to find a revealing and somewhat form fitting shimmering gold
ball gown and a pair of gold slippers nestled inside.
"Oh Hercules, it's beautiful" she said holding the dress up against her and
spinning around to look in the mirror behind him.
"Well if you hurry and dress, I would be honored to take you dancing" he said
smoothly, "I just happen to know a little place where the food is tasty and the music
endlessly plays for beautiful birthday girls to enjoy to their hearts content".
Cjane laughed softly and asked Hercules to turn around while she dressed. Ever the
gentleman Hercules did as she asked and was asking about her birthday so far, when he
looked up and froze. Unknowingly he had faced the mirror and now had a perfect view of
Cjane as she slowly began to slip out of her Amazon leathers.
Hercules was still holding her boot in his hand, and without thinking, was crushing it
between his hands as he guiltily watched her strip. He wanted to say something, he really
did, but she was so beautiful, the words got stuck in his throat. The sweet torture seemed
to last forever, but finally she was dressed and Hercules released a ragged breath.
When she was dressed to her own satisfaction, Cjane twirled around him. "Well, what
do you think she asked coyly?"
Hercules shook his head as if stunned. "You look ravishing or rather good enough TO
ravish", he murmured and his arm snaked out around her waist pulling her to him as
his mouth descended on hers for a long insistent thrilling kiss that made Cjane's toes
curl.
As he lifted his head from hers, they were both panting and Hercules ran his finger along
the low neckline of the golden dress.
"We had best leave" he reflected with a twinge of longing, "or that pretty
dress will be removed before anyone sees just how ravishing you are in it". He kissed
her lightly this time using all his will power not to shut out the rest of the world for
the day and escorted her to the door and on to the surprise party her Amazon sisters had
so carefully prepared right down to the finest detail.
As they walked out arm in arm, Hercules tossed her boot over his shoulder, neither of them
noticing that all on its own, it seemed to keep rolling right back under the bed. Had
anyone bothered to look, they would have seen one small feminine boot
resting against a pair of larger more masculine boots, and if anyone had REALLY listened,
they would have sworn they heard the softest sigh of contentment.
Happy birthday Cjane, and may all your birthday wishes come true. And just remember
Hercules has his boots under your bed.
Missferal.
12th
HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHANTAL!
by Freya
Kallista and Freya were getting a pedicure and were heatedly discussing the merits of
blood red nail polish when the door to the Herkie Beauty Salon flew open and Ares charged
in. Picking up the two alphas, who were kneeling in front of Kal and Fre buffing their
toenails, by the scruff of their necks, he casually tossed them aside.
Freya, examining her fingernail, sighed and said "What now, Oh God of War?"
"Bee in your bonnet?" Kal smirked as she took a sip of lemonade.
"WHERE IS SHE?" Ares bellowed.
"Who?" Fre and Kal asked in unison. Freya yelled JINX!!
Ares looked at Freya...then to Kal who sat there with her lips smacked shut.
"You two are nuts, you know that don't you??" Ares snarled.
Freya, picking at her nail, said "whatever" while Kal nodded her head and
winked.
Ares picked up the bottle of red nail polish, shook it, and put it in his pocket. In
response to Kal's raised eyebrow, he responded "hey, its my favorite shade!"
"Now...where is she?" he asked again, pushing his nose up against Kallista's
nose.
Kal sneezed.
Laughing, Freya said "She can't answer you Ares, she's jinxed."
"What do you mean she's jinxed?" Ares asked as he wiped his face on his sleeve.
"Don't they teach you anything in God School?" Freya asked as she handed him a
tissue. "Jinxed means she can't talk til I say her name."
"Til you say... jinxed" Ares rolled his eyes, mumbled "those half-wits Sov
and Sherk deserve you" and vanished in a ball of lightening.
***************
Meanwhile, our birthday girl, was soaking in a natural hot spring sipping champagne while
Blair fed her fresh strawberries. Chantal reached up and pulled out the rubber band
holding Blair's hair back and ran her fingers thru his curls.
"I'm glad you let your hair grow long" she whispered as he bent to nibble on her
lips.
"The better to hide you with, my dear" he replied as his hair curtained their
faces and their kiss deepened.
Caught up in each other's embrace, they didn't hear a soft splash as Jim entered the
water.
"And here I thought you liked crew cuts" interrupted Jim as he slid his speedo
clad body next to Chantal and wrapped his arm around her shoulder pulling her near.
"Short hair means Freya can ...<ooppss, writer's mistake lol> ... means I can
see your cute little ears better" Chantal grinned as she reached up and nipped on his
ear lobe.
"Here Chief, tie your hair back so you don't look like a wet sheep dog" Jim
laughed as he threw Blair his rubber band.
Blair's answer was to dunk his head under the water and come up shaking it vigorously.
Chantal screamed and splashed water at Jim who retaliated by dunking her head under. Soon
a full fledge water fight was underway.
*********
Blair, declared the loser of the water battle, was sent to get some dry towels while Jim
heaved his body out of the spring onto one of the very few dry rocks surrounding the pool.
Chantal watched, fascinated by the way his muscles rippled and the way the water droplets
glistened on his skin. Offering her his hand, Jim pulled Chantal from the water up onto
the rock next to him. Taking her hair gently in his hands he twisted it, trying to get
some of the water out. Chantal shivered in the cool breeze and Jim
pulled her close to his body, rubbing his hands up and down her arms warming her.
"Hope Blair gets back soon with those towels" Chantal said.
"I don't" Jim replied as he turned Chantal to face him. Chantal looked up into
his eyes and saw his desire. Gulping, she nodded her head as he lowered his. He rained
little kisses over her face and licked at the hallow in her throat. Pressing their bodies
closer together, they wrapped their arms and legs around each other. Magically, their
bathing suits disappeared and Chantal never noticed the hardness of the rock until much
later when she awoke to find Jim wrapping her in a big white fluffy towel.
"Ohhhh....my back" she groaned. Jim easily scooped her up into his arms and
walked up a torch lit path to a cozy hut. Lying her gently on a black leather massage
table, he kissed her thoroughly, winked, and disappeared.
Chantal, too tired and achy to move, buried her face in the crook of her arm, and
closed her eyes only to be startled by the feel of someone's hands on the back of her
calves.
"Shhhh" said a commanding voice. "Lie still.........I am your.... massage
therapist... yes... that's right......do not speak, do not move unless I tell you to. Now
just lie there."
Just as his hands were massaging her legs, Methos' voice was massaging her mind.
"I hear you have a fondness for citrus scents" Methos stated as the aroma of
freshly squeezed oranges and lemons filled the air.
"Me too." Methos murmured. "Makes one mouth water."
Methos' hands massaged Chantal's calves and feet for hours it seemed. Then his big
strong hands moved up to her thighs and kneaded and rubbed til Chantal couldn't feel if
her feet were still there. Methos slid his hands up the curve of her buttocks and Chantal
gasped when they reached the small of her back. He worked his magic on her pain until she
thought she was floating. Methos then massaged her back and neck and shoulders and arms
and each and every finger.
"Turn over" he quietly commanded.
Chantal didn't move.
"Turn over" he said a bit more loudly, a smile tugging at the corner of his
mouth.
Nothing.
He poked her in her ribs.
Nothing.
He tickled the sole of her foot.
She grimaced.
He tickled her other foot.
"Go away....I don't want to lose this feeling" Chantal grumbled.
"This feeling has just begun" Methos replied as he slid his arms under
underneath her and said "On the count of 3, turn over."
"One....two....three...."
Methos began the same magic on the front of her body.
*****************
Ares, furious at finding out his Empress of War was spending her special day with someone
else, zapped into the Spa using way too much zapping power. The exploding lights brought
Chantal back to consciousness. "Oh wow....fireworks too" she thought as she sat
up on the massage table, her senses reeling. The towel that she was holding wasn't big
enough to cover much and she didn't see any clothes in the room.
"Bl-air" she croaked, cleared her throat, and tried again. "Jim??" she
called out.
"You're boy toys won't be answering you!" Ares snarled as he strode angrily into
the room.
"Boy...?"
Ares didn't give Chantal a chance to say anything else before he zapped them both back to
his castle.
"Attend to her!" he commanded his serving girls. "Clean her up and see that
she gets into something decent to wear!"
Pulling Chantal close he whispered, "Not that I don't like you nekkid my dear, but
I'd much rather be the one who undresses you!"
Soon Chantal was bathed and powered, fussed and primped over. Her hair was pulled back
into a long complicated twisted braid and she wore a deep purple gown of brushed velvet. A
serving girl showed Chantal a candlelit hallway and told her to follow the lights. Chantal
walked between the flickering candles and found herself in a huge room awash with
candlelight. She hung back at the door, trying to view the room between the shadows when
Ares startled her by suddenly appearing in front of her and taking her hands.
He raised her hands to his lips and softly kissed them, the led her into the room where a
small table was set up. He gallantly held her chair out for her and when she was seated he
bowed low and presented Chantal with a long velvet box. His eyes urged her to open it and
when she did, she gave out a pleased little squeak. Nestled in the box was the most
exquisite strand of black pearls and diamonds. He slid the necklace around her neck and
kissed the back of her neck after he secured the clasp.
He sat down so close to her that they were almost sharing the same seat. He poured them
both some champagne and he intertwined his arm with hers as they raised the glasses to
their lips. Chantal spilled some of her champagne but Ares was quick to grab a napkin and
gently wipe it off her dress. Not taking his eyes from her eyes, he raised his glass to
her lips and she took
a little sip. Soft music from mysterious stringed instruments began to play and Ares took
Chantal into his arms as they swayed to the music.
"Jewelry, champagne, dinner and dancing" Chantal happily murmured. "What
more could a girl ask for?" Ares whispered something in Chantal's ear.
"You're right" Chantal agreed. "Can't forget making love all
night!"
Ares again whispered something in her ear.
"A pedicure too?" Chantal grinned.
****
Happy Happy Birthday Dear Chantal! Hope your special day is as wonderful as you are!
hugs,
Fre
22th
Happy birthday Hilara!
by Freya
Hilara stamped the snow and ice off of her boots and peeled her frozen mittens off of her hands. Blowing on her ice cold fingers, she hurried into the warmth of her hut. "I'm soooo sick of winter and snow!" she sighed as she put her kettle on the fire. "Give me bright sun and hot nights!"
As she gazed into the fire waiting for the water to boil, her thoughts took her on a
merry ride. She saw Rober't and herself running on a summer's beach, making castles
in the sand, and then laughing as the waves knocked them down. She saw them
strolling hand in hand at sunset by her favorite lighthouse. She saw Rober't
attempting to teach her to surf and how she kept falling off Dite's board (on purpose) so
he'd wrap his arms tighter around her.
So wrapped in her thoughts was Hilara, that she didn't hear the door to her hut creak
open; nor did she hear the people sneaking up behind her. One intruder quickly
placed a burlap sack over her head which muffled her cries. Another wrapped her in a fur
and threw her over his shoulder. And another took the time to remove the
whistling kettle from the flame and place
Hilara's mug, which had been knocked to the floor, back on the table.
Now, Hilara, being a true amazon, would have put up quite a struggle and would not have
been taken quietly. But since it was her birthday, and she knew how much Rober't
loved surprising her, she just grinned and snuggled into her fur and thought about what
Rober't could possibly have planned for her special day.
Hilara was placed in the back of a wagon. Her arms and legs were loosely bound
and the burlap was beginning to tickle her nose. "Rober't" she whispered.
"Where are you?" A gruff voice answered, "There's no Rober't
here missy."
Hilara snickered to herself and thought "wow, Rober't is really getting into
this." "Okay" she replied and she settled back into the hay as the
wagon lurched around corners.
Hilara fell asleep for the rest of the long journey and awoke to the sound of seagulls
screeching and waves lapping upon a wooden deck. Strong hands lifted her up and
again she asked "Rober't??"
"I told ya luv...there is no Rober't here" was the response she got.
Hilara could smell the salt water and knew she was being carried onto the deck of a ship.
She was gently placed in a giant hammock in a cabin. The same gruff voice
told her while loosening the ties that bound her hands "Listen missy...when I am
gone, you can remove this here sack." He gave the burlap covering her face a
tweak.
Hilara felt the first twinge of fear.
"Um...excuse me..." Hilara began. "Who are you?"
"That doesn't matter now, does it lamb? Just do as I say and you won't get
hurt."
Hilara struggled with the ties, then with the burlap sack. When she finally managed
to wrench it off her face, the man was gone. Hilara bent down and quickly untied her
feet. She got up and ran to the cabin door. As she knew it would be, it was
locked tight. She pounded on the door with both fists. No answer.
Hilara glanced back to the hammock, then at the rest of the cabin. A fine mahogany
desk stood in the corner. A four poster bed was up against the far wall. Small
portholes dotted the longest wall. Hilara hurried to the desk and opened drawer
after drawer, searching for some ... any information that would tell her what ship she was
on. Who had kidnapped her? She nervously chewed a nail. She pushed an
errant strand of hair back behind her ear. The papers on the desk were just full of
scribbles and random numbers. No information she could use. Taking a deep
breath, she willed herself to calm down and think.
"My amazon sisters must have missed me by now" she thought. "They
would launch a search party immediately."
She paced.
"But.... if they noticed that I'm missing, they would probably think that Rober't
whisked me away for a romantic celebration."
She tried prying open a port hole.
"Aha... but Rober't most certainly has come looking for me by now...and he would tell
the amazons that I'm missing!.... oh... but wait... he would think that perhaps they took
me out to celebrate."
Hilara walked back to the hammock and picked up the burlap sack, turning it in her hands,
looking for any bit of information she could use. It was then she noticed a trunk
tucked up against the bed. It wasn't closed all the way and she could see some
fabric sticking out of it. She walked closer to investigate.
"Why, this looks like King Kull's coat of arms" she thought as she ran her
fingers over the the engraving of a battle axe. She felt herself relax a bit.
"Kull would never harm me" she thought. She pushed back the lid of the
trunk and gasped when she saw the most beautiful gown lying there. It was pale blue
silk and had tiny diamonds embroided throughout so that it shimmered and sparkled.
Hilara removed the gown from the trunk and held it up against her body. It was the
gown that she had seen in a dream she had. The one she shared with Rober't. She
shook her head in disbelief. "I must be dreaming again" she thought.
She looked back into the trunk and saw a pair of blue slippers studded with sapphires.
"All I need to find is the mask" she thought, "to know I'm truely
dreaming." She pushed aside the slippers. There nestled in some tissue
paper, was a blue mask, complete with fluffy feathers. Hilara sank to her knees and
clasped the mask to her breast. "I don't believe this" she said outloud.
The gown, the slippers, the mask. Even the kidnapping. It was all
familar to her. She quickly recounted the dream she had had weeks before. Bits
and pieces came back to her. A ball....masquarade ball. She was dressed all in
blue and stood by herself, waiting. For what ... or whom... she did not know.
Couples glided by her, dressed in an assortment of masks and costumes. Then she saw
him. A pirate. Tight navy blue britches and a white silk shirt open down to
his navel. A jaunty red belt cinched his waist and around his neck was a solid gold
chain. His golden brown hair fell about his shoulders and a black eye patch, so sexy
in her dream, covered one eye. He walked over to where she stood, and took her hand
and raised it to his very warm lips. Lingering, he gazed into her eyes and she felt
herself melting against him. They danced around the room dizzily til the rest of the
people disappeared and they were the only ones left. Then he kissed her. It
was a kiss like no other. She felt her feet leaving the floor and the next thing she
knew, they were standing on the bow of a ship. The breeze ran its fingers thru their
hair and sea water sprayed their faces. She looked up at her pirate and laughed for
she had never felt so free and full of life. Then her pirate carried her into the
state room and they spent the night wrapped in each other's arms, making sweet, sweet
love.
Hilara shook herself out of this memory. The dream had so touched her soul that she
had told Rober't about it. At first, he pretended to be jealous of this pirate who
had captured Hilara's heart so completely. But they both knew that the pirate was
Rober't. "Rober't....where are you now?" Hilara whispered.
Something bright caught her eye and got up to see what it was. On a pillow on the
bed was one ruby red rose. Attached to it was a note. Hilara picked up the
rose and slowly opened the note.
"You are cordially invited to a private
Masquarade Party tonight at 7pm.
xxxoooxxx
Hilara recognized Rober't's handwriting. Laughing she ran back to the trunk and
picked up the dress, slippers, and mask. She quickly got dressed and she had just
finished fixing her hair when there was a knock upon the door. She slipped the mask up to
cover her eyes, and embarked to make her dream come true......
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~~*~~*~~
Happy Happy Birthday to my very dear friend Hilara! May your special day be
filled with love and laughter!!
hugs,
Freya