new short dance.

a dance of a bond (please note this was done on short notice, and is a first attempt. enjoy, comments and advice surely welcomed. )
song:    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oJ5utmbCR8w&list=PL03B106F1E97B8687&index=28

dance:

/me the drums hit off with a loud beat vibrating through the mountains of the land. The sound trickling through the spare grass. The bosk lift their heads towards the long hall. Some thralls turn away from their work to look at the same direction. The lake has frozen over, its dead winter. The bonds clatter their teeth a bit as their Jarl’s shove them in a circle of dance while off to the side a few musicians play music.
/me Bria was the second one to dance. The first girl to dance was delightfully swaying her hips back and forth in time with her fire that burned deep inside of her. Bria sheepishly smiled and began twirling. Bria’s long gracefully toned arms flowed outwards as she winked at a few Jarls. The crowed was already clapping, through now it has been apparent that they were enjoying it.  She purrs out the words in a whimper like voice as her breaths heavier “nought burns the lights so bright within this wanton slave.” Her thighs quiver with uneasiness as she feels herself build more and more

/me a few other girls droped their work and came over towards the circle of the girls dancing. The sun was setting soon and we could see the faint three moons shimmer light over us. Bria slide down onto her knees in the deep white frothy snow. Her body twisted and turned, her fragile hands running through her creamy blonde hair. Despite the cold, she knew she would do anything it would take to please a Jarl today. She saw out of the corner of her fiery animalistic eyes, a few Jarls looking at her rolling in the snow, her body becoming sparkling with some of the snow and some of it melting from the warmth of her soft flesh.

/me leans forward, stretching her curvaceous  body outwards, her small hands in the snow raking through it trying to grab at the snow but tis too soft and her hands just slide right through it as she pulls her arms back, her lips chiming a moan. She turns onto her back, a few girls gasped as they saw poor Bria shiver due to the cold of the snow. A Free woman laughed a little at how badly she wanted to risk losing a finger or two in the snow just to please a man. Bria pulled her long legs into the air, her legs parted in a lovely fashion like a “V” shape until her legs were flat against the cold harsh snow. Her light plush pillows of divine lips whisper out “doth burn the fires so bright till they nearly bust...”

/me rolled back onto her stomach on the snow and pulled her body back into a kneeling position. Her body rocking back and forth on the snow freezing her knees. Her body beckoning at one Jarl in particular, a tall, strong one, with long orange red hair. She indulgences herself in the sight of him, every part of him so perfect, and his dominance so shown. Her lust for him showing through her face as it becomes lost in deep thought. Her legs parting her flame sparking bright blue fire, the hottest. She tries to talk, her mouth moves but nothing comes out, her teeth and tongue move, but no sound is kindled from her body. She licked her lips instead.

/me she finds herself grinding her heat into the cold snow beneath her small figure, her body moving rhythmically like never before, her body was a live wire upon the white frosted ground. Her heat set a blaze burring so bright she thought it was going to rip though her skin and she would be engulfed with it herself. She knelt at the peak of her spark and leaned forward laying her hands on the boot of the Jarl before her. Her whispers liquefied as her hips swayed side to side her body withering in front of him, her hair crushed between her and the snow as she rolled on her back spreading her legs and moaning louder trying to tease the Jarl. “Ohm Jarl! Jarl! Use this bond for your pleasure, let her please you!” she begged nearly sobbing as her hips rocked back and forth against the snow*

/me her soft plush pillows of lips part once more as she whimpers her request again, “oh Jarl! Please, have this girl serve you tonight Jarl, please let her please you!” suddenly her request was cut off by pain. A squeal stifles from her mouth, the Jarl had grabbed her by her long blonde hair, her hair now in a fist of his as she pulled her up off of the ground and up onto her feet. She smiled and swayed her hips back and forth as he commanded her “walk to my cabin now, wench.” She had no response other than to walk forward, as she moved farther away the sound drifted off silently.

LaKajira!