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Into The Dragons' Lair

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The fire still burns and the fire for her people lives on ...

as the night turns to dawn ...

and a new day begins!!!!!!




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Or does it?
 
RacingRodent said:
It seems odd to be at the end but it was a magnificent journey My Princess and you and I and faithful Li'hi and all our dear readers travelled it together :)
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It was a lovely ending, always difficult to bring such a adventure to a close. Very tender, a life and a passion shared to the end.

messaline said:
:eek::eek::eek: Could it be the end of "Messa of Jin" and her Little lovely mongol Li'Hi ? !!!!
I cant believe this !!! ...:(
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Perhaps like Xena, Messa of Jin will simply return to fight and be crucified again and again, like some female Valhalla?
 
phlebas said:
It was a lovely ending, always difficult to bring such a adventure to a close. Very tender, a life and a passion shared to the end.



Perhaps like Xena, Messa of Jin will simply return to fight and be crucified again and again, like some female Valhalla?
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or like our own Erin the Irish Rebel-elf
 
Epilogue​

“What,” The young man leapt up from chair, his gabardine emphasised his shoulders in the current Venetian style but he likely did not need such help to attract many a ladies eye, “Grand mere surely they can’t just die, Princess Messaline and gallant Li’hi do not deserve to die like this! It is wrong!” He added hotly.

His grandmother tugged at her veil but did not remove it, she rarely did these days, though her voice was often joyful she never forgot the late Piero. She gazed out of a window and then back a moment and seemed about to speak when her Lady Companion Lea entered the room bearing a letter. Lea was getting on a bit herself now and her features were always a mystery to Marco though she spoke French and Venetian every bit as well as her Mistress and good Church Latin and a clutch of other languages besides.

Gran mama took up the letter read a few line and nodded, “Good they have heeded my advice, they have left Constantinople, I warned them all the evidence suggests it is only a matter of time before the Nicene Greeks move on the city and that they will not fail at this attempt.”

“Where have they gone, father and uncle Maffeo?” Marco asked, unspoken was the hope that he might just be old enough to join them. Join the family business of trade and exploration that opened new markets to ever great trade, enhancing their wealth and that of Venice.

“Crimea, I have to admit I have never been there but you father scents business opportunities,” Said Lea.

“Oh the east though, Grand Mere was telling me of some of her tales of the East,” Said Marco reverently.

“I was telling him of the end of Princess Messaline of Jin,” Said Grand Mere.

“Oh but have you told him the end was but a new beginning?” Asked Lea with her customary grin, she brushed grey hair that had once been the deepest midnight black.

“Well no, I have not yet told him how Perio, spying two beautiful women on crosses stole up the hill one night with the crew of one of his ships and rescued us,” Laughed the Grandmother for once pulling back the veil from her aging but still beautiful face.

“But Grand Mere Messaline I thought you were French!” Squawked Marco in surprise.

“Whatever gave you that idea?” Asked Messaline amused.

“Well when I asked father where you had come from he said that Grandfather brought you home from Paris with him in your tummy,” Marco informed her sounding like a lawyer laying down the cutting argument in court.

“Well we went to Paris because that was where the money was, the investors for his schemes he could not find in Italy,” Said Messaline, “But it was in the Holy Land he found me.”

“Should I call you Highness?” Asked Marco gobsmacked.

“No dear child, I am happy to be simply Messaline nowadays,” She smiled.

“What happened to Li’hi?” Asked Marco.

“Well come on Lea…Li’hi…all these times and the penny never dropped?” Li’hi asked with her hand on Messaline’s shoulder, Messaline covered that palm with her own.

“Oh,” Was all Marco managed.

“Don’t worry my young Marco Polo, I am sure you will be a lot more carefully observant when the time comes I send you east.”

“Huh,” Snorted Marco Polo slightly annoyed that he had only penetrated the mystery with help, “So what became of the Lady Ninjas?”

“Well it just might be that no one has been able to discover who the masked men who kill those that need killing by night are because by day because by day they are women,” Messaline said, “But do not go spreading that, only the Council of Ten and the Doge know that.”

“Wow but I always wanted to be one,” Admitted Marco Polo.

“Well I am sure when someone makes up a story about the Hooded Assassins of Venice they will use men in the roles, assuming by that time they even decide to have them come from Venice,” Laughed Li’hi, “Now run along Marco Polo you have other lessons to be about this day and you tutors are waiting.”

“He is a good boy,” Said Messaline.

“The best, I am sure he will have a storied future and now we are alone for a precious minute,” Li’hi smiled and leant down and kissed her Princess

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The End​
 
04.gif Waooo! How it was romantic and intense !

Messaline wants to express her HUGH GREETINGS to her maervelous SQUIRREL who has bestowed so much time and sweat to write this wonderful story !!!
I think that he deserves a Tripple HURRAH !

HURRAH:clapping: HURRAH:clapping: HURRAH:clapping:

...and hugh Kisses from his Princess !

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Messaline wants to express her HUGH GREETINGS to her maervelous SQUIRREL who has bestowed so much time and sweat to write this wonderful story !!!
I think that he deserves a Tripple HURRAH !

HURRAH:clapping: HURRAH:clapping: HURRAH:clapping:

...and hugh Kisses from his Princess !

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Way to go RR!!!!!!
 
You know I am trying to think of a suitable response for al these kind words and failing miserably.

All I can put forwards at the moment is that people not forget the magnificent pictures made by Messaline that brought the story a whole added dimension of life. Much praise should go to her for the many hours of work she put in. :clapping:

Also, though less obvious Siss made several useful contributions throughout the writing of the story, rescuing passages that had lost their direction and helping to suggest new ideas. I am very grateful for her efforts too :)
 
RacingRodent said:
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“Messaline of Jin you have won me a great victory and without the need of a dreadful and costly battle, how can I Sundara of Pandya reward you?” He asked. Messaline was torn, true with the morning’s light she could see the devastation that the elephant stampede had wrought in the Chola camp. With the loss of much of their elephant cavalry and the complete disorganisation of their army the Chola had hurriedly abandoned their positions lest they be attacked while in a state of utmost vulnerability.

Yet at the moment all Messaline cared about was the missing Li’hi. Messaline herself would have been across the river looking for her lover but Twilight Whispers forbade it. Instead select Pandya scouts in several parties each under the command of one of the women ninjas were performing the task of seeking Li’hi among the trampled corpses and more optimistically among the living stragglers of the routed army.

“Can you restore my lost love?” Asked Messaline morosely.

“I do not know but I can offer you my own love to ease the burden until she is restored to you,” Promised Sundara putting his strong arms about her shoulders. Messaline noted his fragrance, it was that of a man who worked hard on maintaining his body overload with some sweet exotic scent of the Indies that tantalisingly she almost knew but did not quite recognise.

The idea of distraction was seductive if nothing else and Messaline felt a great hole where Li’hi should be at her side. So that when Sundara leaned around and kissed her she responded rather than push him away.

Sundara started slowing, with gentle kisses that gradually grew firmer and longer while his hands stroked Messaline’s hair, her back, her buttocks and then her breasts through her clothing. Messaline was glad she had taken the time to change into fine silks once the battle was safely over and she could shed her armour, her sweaty padding for her more martial garb would not have been nearly so sensual.

Sundara began to progress further his hands delving and dipping under her garments and Messaline would have responded in kind but the Maharajah was man used to dominating both his desires and the one he desired. Surrendering Messaline lay back and let herself be commanded by his touch. He laid her down upon soft cautions laid upon the floor of her tent. Then he began to slowly explore across her body each circumnavigation ending with the teasing removal of yet another garment.

He used all of the fingers, palms and backs of his hands to excite and caress her and the his entire mouth. His tongue employed by tip, side to side as if a blade or flat on in gently swirling licks. He pressed upon Messaline. He rubbed her, stroked her and even at time lightly swatted her provoking glad cries. He took portions of her skin between his teeth and with teasing eyes gazing into her own Sundara most gently and exquisitely bit her.

Finally she was fully naked and more than wet but the Tamil ruler did not yet proceed to drive into her. Instead he took his male member his lingam as they called it here and used it to rub and press and massage her female parts or yoni into an ever wider circle. Only when Messaline felt herself on the brink of frustrated tears did he enter into her and she gasped in delighted swelling sensation.

This was love making, more demanding than she had from any man of her Chinese retinue but then Sundara was a ruler in his own right albeit a barbarian. In his ignorant authority he dared believe himself Messaline’s equal, even her superior and he used her with the confidence this notion gave him. Laughing he lofted Messaline into his lap and swung her up and down the length of his shaft until she had cried out again and again in wordless ecstasy.

Then in the animal heat of passion he placed her upon all fours driving into her from behind like the tiger than adorned both his flag and hers. His hands roved across her body as he did so, finding and expressing each sweet reserve of passion that had been too long locked in muscle or fat or bone or sinew. An ocean opened in Messaline’s interior world and she dove straight in, immersing herself headfirst, plunging deep, feeling the crushing and yet lightening weight of pure emotion course through her. So lost was she in this sea that she did not even notice when he turned her round.

She awoke, yet she was already hugely, supremely awake, she emerged into her new consciousness of his kisses upon her cheeks her forehead, her nose and then ardently reciprocated upon her lips.

“I think I have found my Queen,” Said Sundara with all the pride of a royal conqueror. Messaline merely smiled in response and urged him on to further endeavour. He had found more than that but she would bide her time awhile before educating him to the fact that he had found a new Empress and the key to all the world under heaven.

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To Be Continued​
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