Somewhere in Tvoraldsland.. (erotic story, Gorean)

Chapter 1 : Breakfast
I awaken again to the endless dawn of the North, where the sun sits lazily on the horizon. Day will rise slowly over the skies before resting again, never quite riding into the realm of Night, yet only traveling higher than sparse bands of clouds which defy the otherwise blank, silver dome of Winter.

A hawk chirps from its perch in the long hall, flapping its wings and ruffling its feathers with a shake of its streamlined head, her sharp talons clicking and gripping the stand, she then nestles back into a restful pose, shrinking down and closing her eyes, returning to sleep.
Reluctantly, I sit upright, stumbling and stretching to stand. A large white larl fur drapes over a hardwood platform. Strewn around this are few mismatched cushions.
Hanging against one wall is the skin of an elk (or the Gorean species most resembling one), and near this, on the wall perpendicular, hangs the yellowish fur of a harvested tarbuk.
Between the two skins, ancient dark futhark, the rune script of the Vikings, bears my name. The sygils are placed in such a way they appear to float in mid-air, and a soft glow emmenates thus. Upon closer scrutiny, no visible means of support holds them in place, and the source of their illumination is not made obvious– clearly, magick is involved in their making.
 
Leaning back against one wall, slipping on my pants and shirt, I buckle the kilt and cloak around my body– like my bedding, the furs provide protection over the elements.
On the far wall hangs two small wooden shadow boxes, deep yet intended for flat artwork such as a map or painting, which is what they display; At the left, a map of Gor, and the right, a painting of a ram-headed winged man of sorts– he hovers over a maid and touches her. The piece commissioned as a replica to one painted by Earth artist Boris Vallejo.
The frames are hung staggered, one above the other, in a way I find asthetically pleasing.
Preparing aching muscles to venture outside, I pull the mead horn off the wall and string it to my hip, followed by bow, daggers, and tools of the Jarl.
A thalarian oil lamp sits empty on a small table, the remaining wick was extinguished late last night by a bond maid.. who warmed my furs and slept with me some of the night.
Wafting through the room are odors of baking, a sweetness I recognize as porridge being prepared for breakfast.
 
The Jarl’s accomodations are small rooms just big enough to fit some bedding, a small table, perhaps a chair, a kennel for keeping captured beasts or slaves. They afford privacy (if desired) by accordian style screens built into the structure of the walls.
 
In one motion, I grasp the screen firmly in one hand, sliding back the panel which folds upon itself to the open position.
 
Upon hearing this, the bond maid stopped stirring the kettle and came up to me, smiling as her bare feet padded briskly along the floor. The motion was much like a pet, upon hearing its owner’s arrival, rushes to greet them home. If she had a tail, it would wag with spontaneous joy.
 
“Greetings, Jarl!” she cooed, eyes meeting mine for a second before dropping her head down submissively, her curvatious naked body wiggling into a nadu pose, kneeling and settling herself before my feet, legs spread open and her hands resting, palms up, upon her soft thighs. She exhaled through slightly parted lips, her chest rising with each breath.
 
“Good morning, girl,” I said. Looking down upon her sublime body and immediately feeling both lust and gratitude for her, “is that porridge I smell brewing?” I asked.
 
“Yes, Jarl,” she purred, “your favorite recipe,” she described the ingredients being golden brown dried fruit resembling sultana raisins of Earth, spices from markets far South of here, a mixture of milled grains, bosk milk and sweet cane juices. “just as you like it,” she smiled, knowing I was pleased. “Would you like me to serve you now?” she asked, if not metaphorical.
 
“Aye, girl” chuckling, I said, “make me a bowl while I put on my boots.”
 
Her lips parted for a moment and she flicked her tongue across them, bringing moisture while breathing in sharply, suddenly.. as if I had struck some sensual nerve within her. She rocked slightly upon her heels, her legs spreading a bit wider, the backs of her upturned hands slowly stroking the top of her soft thighs. “Yes, Jarl” she said, rising to stand. 
 
Still facing me, she backed away a few steps, then spun on her heels to fetch the bowl. “I will be within earshot should you need anything else,” she teased, playfully, “Jarl..?” 
 
Then, humming a tune to herself, she scampered away, hips swaying in quite a sensual, purposeful way, she walked knowing I continued my gaze upon her. She wanted every muscle of her body, every ounce of her flesh, to serve me, for this was her greatest pleasure.
 
I stepped to where my boots lay, reaching down to pick them up, and began wrapping the straps and strings together, pulling them tight.
 
By the time I finished, the girl had returned with the cooking bowl of porridge and a pitcher of drink, sitting kneeling at my feet, holding the jug between her legs, her head bowed.
 
I looked upon her again, tracing the slope of her breasts with my eyes, letting my gaze roam itself down her body to her stomach and to her treasure. She blushed, “Do you wish me to serve you here, or at the table?”
 
I could just as easily forego eating altogether and lay her down upon my furs, taking her, using her body for pleasure. That, a role of the bond maid, to service all men of the holding, which owns them outright; She is a slave, she is property. 
 
Though it his her duty to meet my basic needs and serve, and I am grateful, I do not need say so, and do not love her –not in the romantic sense– I love her as a pet, or how a man would love possesions like a motor vehicle.
 
These ancient customs are normal and expected as breathing, this the Gorean way. To think otherwise, to refuse the girl or have sympathy for her, as if concerned of her condition, would insult and make her feel unworthy- for she is proud to be in my care and delights to do so. It gives a slave girl ecstasy to serve a Master, completely and selflessly.
 
Indeed, some girls are bred and trained for this their entire life, giddy and excited to the moment they may finally plead, “Buy me, Master” and surrender themselves into submission.
 
Even so, the girls’ sacrifices and lodgings are not secured- at any time they may be stolen in a raid, or traded in the market. If a new man buys her, she may remain a slave, be released as a free woman, or even become his companion, whatever he wants. 
 
While most women are eager to do well, the resisting or untrained are whipped into obedience. Knowledge of their position is enough to keep some girls in check, while others intend to perform erroneously, that is, they crave punishment!
 
As the mind processes pleasure and pain the same, some slaves desire lashings and find it arousing.
 
A good master takes this into account, for chaos may arise from increasingly bad mannered girls, if she demands stronger correction to satisfy beastly appetite.
 
If a maid becomes too unruly to serve, she is taken along hunting and fishing expeditions, her body used as live bait. Better to sacrifice a slave to capture animals for food and skins, than waste energy managing a wild maid.
 
Of course, most slave girls, they simply serve well without somuch a thought of wanting anything else, this is their deepest passion, their best happiness. They would just assume be put to death than not used.
 
I walk to the long table and motion the girl, sitting down on the bench and leaning back, stretching my muscular arm along the edge of the backrest. 
 
She leaps up to hurry beside me, eyes peeking at me, smiling, waiting upon my next words like a poised dog anticipating the next fetch of its favorite tennis ball thrown far across an open grassy field.
 
“On the table,” I motion, and she crawls up on to it, then kneeling again before me with a slutty smirk upon her face, her legs spread open wide before me and her head glancing down upon my crotch, she licks her lips expectantly, swooning on the very sound of my voice.
 
She dips a smaller bowl into the warm meal from the larger one, scooping a good helping into it, then kissing the lip of the bowl, raises her hands up in offering to me, as if I were a God and she was prostrating before me, “May it nurish you, Jarl.” she whispers.
 
I grab the bowl from her, my strong calloused hand brushing over her delicate fingers in the process, to which I see her smile widen and face blush from my simple touch.
 
“Some drink, bond,” I say, nodding to the pitcher which now sits at the table by her side.
 
While I eat the porridge, slurping and sipping the bowl, she deftly places the pitcher between her breasts, squeezing them tighter placing her arms along her sides, then holding the vessel in her cleavage, she places a cup underneath and proceeds to bends forward, letting gravity work upon the contents and her form somewhat, the liquid spills into the cup until filled. She rocks back, sitting upright, flicking her head back, her hair commanded in a wave of motion as it drapes around her shoulders. She smiles, seductively sliding the jug down her torso until it rests upon the table between her legs. She giggles with delight that I have watched this entire display and smile upon her. 
 
She smiles back, raising the cup toward me with lifted hands, as if they were encircled with locked bracelets, her deep eyes lock with mine for an instant and I feel the electricity of her gaze, before she drops her head again and trembling slightly, sits poised for me to accept the drink “May this quench your thirst, Jarl,” she says softly.
 
I lift the cup from her fingers and then drink it down, gulping the warm beverage hungrily until it is gone. With a mighty thunk I set the cup down on the table, exhaling “ahh!” the taste lingers for a bit in my mouth, and I gobble down the rest of the porridge without speaking.
 
“More, Jarl?” she asks, prepared to serve me more of the food and drink. I shake my head no and she tilts her head curiously in acknowledgement. “I am satisfied, and don’t wish to overeat before my journey,” I say, a hint of sadness forms on her brow and she asks, “will your journey be long?” perhaps expecting the worst. 
 
“No,” I say, “just a few days,” not wishing to leave her, yet knowing she will be safe here.
 
“I will look forward to your return,” she says, knowing full well she means to express her love to me and will be filled with longing every moment I am away from her sight.
 
“Yes,” I reply, “be well,” my words are cold though true, I do wish her well and will miss her company while I am out hunting and scouting, my eyes may reveal, but I a warrior, and she a slave, that is all need be said.
 
“Be well, Jarl,” she says, her voice cracking a little. I toss on my cloak and head to the large door of the long hall, she trails behind and at my side, yet attentive to me. 
 
I embrace her and she kisses my cheek softly, holding me tight, her bare skin rubbing up against me. I let her go, commanding her return to her chores, and she nods happily, standing in place as she watches me unbar the door, preparing to exit the hall. 
 
As I walk through the threshold, thrusting the gate open, I take one last look upon her, smiling upon her sublime beauty. 
 
She shivers slightly at the burst of cold pouring in from outside, and as I turn and step away from her, she shuts the door closed behind me; it squeaks and groans closed, locking its mechanism with a clicking thud. I hear her struggle to draw the bar across the door, perhaps aided by other maids, sliding it back into place, and I step down from the hall, into the surrounding grounds of the holding, a snow covered path which leads to the outer gates.

Dreaming

I was in that moment between sleeping and awake,
laying in my bed,
in your bed,
holding your hand,
embracing your body.

As you slept I listened to your breathing,
feeling you close and caught a clean scent,
wondering if it was perfume or just you fresh from a bath.

We stirred and smiled,
drifting together,
in that moment between sleep and awake,
dreaming.

 

Voices (erotic)

when moans
escape her lips
breath hot in gasps
beating heart pounding
fingers exploring
wetness dripping
how I yearn to listen
as she plays with her cunt
and pinching taught peaks
as they stand on end
my ears filled with her sounds
hand fast on my hard cock
stroking
gripping
while she grinds
and I thrust
and we cum
we breathe
she screams
I moan
it is good
no words spoken

Thief

like a bandit
without warning
love slips in
silently
steals your heart
runs off giggling as you chase it

then suddenly stops
leaving you longing
exhausted and wanting
fighting the tears
where did you go, love?

I miss you, yearn for you,

in such pain
You’ve stolen me
Before then,
i didnt know
how alone i was

my life so empty
with you gone

Love waits
sees glimmers of hope
hints at happiness
continues to follow
hinging on every sound

Criminal,
now you’ve stolen my mind
my body aches of this chasing
My soul pulled like a magnet
Oh please come embrace me, love
Close in the distance
Never let go
Don’t run
Stay

without knowing
I climb the peak
balanced on the edge
filled with emotion
brimming with desire
teetering on madness
breathlessly panting
beating rapidly
and then
I fall

The air filled
with butterflies
songbirds
gasping, I descend
searching for the ground
about to land hard
then I do
crashing into love
Until it overtakes me
the world slips away
there is only love
softness and pleasure
everything right
until love, that robber,
moaning in ecstasy
steals off again

I’ve chased the wrong before
lost my way only to be hurt
Or left
empty
As freely as I give
as open as allowed
and trusted to reveal
my heart stolen again
or used
and taken advantage
left behind
forgotten
unrequited
broken

you’re so far away
I cry myself to sleep
what have I done
why aren’t we together
where has love gone ?

I hurt

I don’t want to hunt anymore
I want real love to chase me
this joy is sad misery
knowing she’s there
somewhere
never too far away

Here , then gone
elusive, then in plain view
In shouts … I love you, I love you!
Yet whispers,
barely above the noise
so sweet with smiles
i love you
and I know this so deeply

I’m a friend to love
I wonder
That one day when I find her
Will it all return?

Remind us
what has always been
and why it is there
because she simply loves me
and I simply love her
always have,
always will
sometimes that is enough
We are
Love conquers all

Beings embraced by love itself
paired together so tight
beating as one

How my heart soars
Until the cruel chase continues
and I , drawn powerless
Must follow
hoping to catch it again
before it’s gone
forever

Found

I was alone
then her face appeared
my heart leaped
soaring into sky
yet I didn’t realize
one day soon I would fall
she captured me

Interminable depths of her eyes
lashes flitting across her glowing face
voluptuous lips curved to a smile
enchanting …

be mine

As I yearned for a kiss
her taste touched my soul
and then like a dream, she was gone

She came to me again
lingering there
without a word,
and I swooned

Her skin radiated a dance like an angel
every curve undulating a landscape of music
every step in grace caressing earth below her feet

Her hair flowed as I traced the lines of her form
learning and following them with my eyes
heart beating like a drum
glowing like the sun
catching my breath in a sigh

Her voice
calm in the heart of a storm
each word rang through being
like sweet chimes on the wind
we laughed and talked and shared our spirits
connecting in ways beyond magic
sacred
how I wanted to be in this space forever

It seems like aeons since I’ve seen her again
her presence still vibrating echoes through my heart
Will she please come, to be by my side?

As we join in her world, and walk together the rest of our days
Our dance has just begun, and I want it to last our lifetime

I think of her and the things we will do together
destiny to fulfill itself when the time is ripe

Saving myself for her, until our union of souls is one
then we will open
and give each other everything

Now, I long for her, in tears at times
then I remember her face
and again my heart soars

Riding waves of happiness, waiting upon her return
like children holding out for Christmas morning
when distance is a breath away
and every moment our dreams come true

and when her eyes meet mine
we may lose ourselves in each other
and see once more
and live
found

There is gold in the hills

There is gold in the hills
As the sun shines
on the grassy valley
There is gold in the hills
Shining upon
the rivers of our life

There is silver in the sky
As the rain falls into our eyes
There is silver in the sky
Swirling ribbons flowing
through our life

Oh Brown and green
Through everything
Nature growin her own wild way
Oh brown and green
Everywhere I see
Things come and gone
baby glad you’re here with me

That dusty road
Runs behind the house
goin places we ain’t never been
But I’m alright
Sittin by your side
Ain’t no where else
I’d wanna be

In the stillness of the dawn

In the stillness of the dawn
The world sleeps softly
There’s a whisper in my ear
Her voice melts my heart
My love breathes
words of sweetness
from her lips
“I love you”

Bathed in pillows and blankets
Her warmth upon my skin
Laying close together
This magick moment
She touches my energy
We embrace more closely
Snuggle down inside
each others arms

And soothing me once more
Her voice stirs my mind
and body like a flame of
purest light
glowing within my heart
oh again it pulses
imparting
impacting the wonder
of pure bliss,
She says “I love you”

Oh happiness I feel here
Life beyond any measure
Such a joy this moment
It will last forever in memory

I nuzzle her, this precious one
What fantastic pleasure
How the Universe has blessed us
Our lives entwined together

And so in gentle kind reply
I am moved by the graceful
beauty, she has chosen me,
I speak the truest words
as it all wells up from
the core of me,
I can only surrender
my heart completely
and say to Her
“I love you”

The first rays of Sunlight
bursts through the
dark of night, the warmth radiate through the window.
We cuddle deeper in our love
And hold this timeless feeling

I look to her and feel so
thankful fate has made this so
perfect, oh the best of me I
find by her side, we kiss and
touch each other,
We roll together in a dance
Becoming ever closer
Her sleepy eyes, Her pretty face
the majesty of our aura
Surrounds us as we settle in
to linger there and say
“I Love You”

Rest now, my love
Dream dreams of us
If one wakes before the other
Dear just know I am here
inside Your heart
we are never far apart
As You reach for me I’ll
hold Your hand and return
to you in Spirit love
though my body may be somewhere else my mind
and soul here with you
All the way
“I love you”

I stand (erotic)

I stand
in the marketplace
A new voice
Calls my name
She says “greetings, kind sir”
She says “master”
And immediately
Something inside me
Wants me to stand
By her side

She is white silk
Like the moonlight
She is starry eyed
All is new
And I reach for her
To touch her face
Something draws me
To embrace

She is so gentle
She is beautiful
Like a daughter
Loved by her father
And I stand
As her hips sway to each word
I stand
She’s dancing on her toes
I look into her eyes
And as they meet mine
I stand in awe
Of this girl

She walks with me
She talks to me
Her voice like honeybees
Buzzing around my mind
She shows me the city
Oh just to brush her skin
We stride together
I’m marching with her

She takes me here and there
She walks me everywhere
Shows places she can go
Speaks of where she doesn’t go

And I stand
What’s this now?
I’m holding her hand
She kisses me, so softly
I stand
Oh yes I stand tall

She climbs into her kennel
And bids me wishes well
I close the cage upon her
A tear in my eye
I stand looking on her
And I stand
Wanting her
To stand with me
By my side

Yesterday (erotic)

Yesterday
Silence
People
Standing
Waiting
Sitting

Wind Blowing
Wafting Cold
Impacting Skin
Freezing Faces
Shivering Bones

Snow piles grow
Numbing feet through
Icing hands over
Hiding sidewalks beneath
Covering across driveways
Feeding streams water
Men with shovels
Grandma makes cocoa
Children build snowmen

Lovely soft woman stirs
Fills all my senses
Speaks with love true
Her voice sleepy tones
Lays in bed warm
Snug in covers wrapped
Closes her eyes shut
Drifts to sleep soundly
Snores along so restful
Dreams of us kissing

I slide in behind her
Gently lift her night gown
sliding the soft fabric up
Raising above her curvy hips
Run my hands around her
Stroke her breasts so eagerly
pinch nipples in my fingers
My cock is hard now
Her pussy wet for me
A smile on her face
I slowly enter her warmth
And kiss her mouth again

I hump her like a rabbit
She bites her lip and moans
Until her chest is heaving out
Her hips grind and buck along
And I come exploding inside her
We hold each other so tender
Till asleep in each other’s arms

I awaken to her touch
Her hand grasps my shaft
Licking me with her tongue
Puts me in her mouth
Smiling lips around my cock

She takes me in
Tasting both our juices
Sliding expertly her head
Giving me great pleasure
Her mound wet again

I touch her
She spreads wider
I stroke her
She writhes there
She sucks harder
Her moans grow
I rub her
Her clitoris throbs
She presses hard
We reach climax

She swallows
Gasping breaths
Cums again
Riding me

Ecstasy
Swirling
Powerful
Energy
Happiness
Relaxed
Peace
Sleep

Wash (erotic)

My love enters the bath
Her hair flows down
Like a waterfall of curls
And she slides into
Soapy bubbles of the tub

She reclines and closes eyes
As the bubble swirls enfold her
And rests there in the heat
Of steamy scented warmth

The water splashes over her
As hands rub along her curves
She thinks of us as fingers play
Massaging lovely breasts

Her chest rising with her breath
Her legs are sliding up and down
Her arms escaping to the depth
Of sudsy pleasures below

Underwater she finds a spot
Where fingertips can stir
A special place between thighs
A button found inside sweet lips

And she closes eyes again
Slowly stroking herself, sighs
How lovely this smiling beauty

I stand at the edge of her bath
She turns to look upon me
She reaches wet and slippery
Her hands touch my pajamas

Beneath the soft fabric
Something is growing
She pulls down my waistband
As pants fall to the floor

My member bounces merrily
Rebounding and stretching
She grasps me in her hand
Pulling me closer to the side
And takes me into her mouth
While her fingers play below

I reach down to stroke her
Teasing nipples and breasts

She kisses licks and sucks me
And I help to fondle her
Driving passions further
She quickens her pace upon me

And as she reaches climax
Arching and moaning
I cum upon her tongue
And she swallows every drop

She leans back and smiles
Settling back into her bath
I touch her face and
kiss her sweetly

After awhile
she rises from the tub
Her body is dripping
Her pubes glisten bubbles

She spreads her legs open
Rising one out on the ledge
And pulls me into her wetness
Finding my shaft and stroking it

I am erect for her again
And she rides me there
Pressing into my thrusts
We stand together
pounding, slapping skin
She humps ferociously
Like a hungry beast mounting
She yelps and gasps my name
And we cum together again

I dry her off gently
Rubbing her with towels
I smooth lotion on her
And rest her on the bed

She nuzzles me and cuddles close
Tells me how she loves me so
Says how much she appreciates
Everything I do

Then rolls upon her stomach
Her legs spread open again
Across billowy blankets
I lay myself upon her
And she rubs herself beneath
upon the sheets she writhes
I enter her from behind
She winces smiling at the
Sudden pleasure of my girth
I am inside her wet warmth
She bucks into me
as I go deeper
she presses harder, faster,
Squeezes me gripping my cock
And rides me, catching rhythm
Her eyes close and she moans
Her voice is chaos and primal
She grunts loud and smiles
Almost laughing
her pussy floods around me
She cums all over my shaft
And screams my name breathlessly and sweating
She grabs my hands in hers
And rocks with me to sleep

My dreams awash with images
of us making love, so again and through the night, we do, in an endless symphony of sleep and sex, sensual and soft,
hard and rough, they blur and we awaken late in the day,
where I prepare the tub for her
The water flows again,
adding bubbles
scented minerals
candles flickering
my love enters the bath…