Dance of the North : Vanille the bond.

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Vanille (vanillebrandris) gazes at her master to get strenght... starting her danse... slowly, taking the smiles that encourage her.

Ian Cameron (darkangel.ferd) sits before the drums and begins to play the measure, awaiting the signal of his sister.

Vanille (vanillebrandris) makes a slight smile to his brother Ian, already cladding of music that will guide her body in a sensual, wild dance. She begins slowly, placing gently her feet in the sand as if she felt the cold of the ground... her hands sliding along her body, barely touching her skin, causing exquisite shivers. She let go a deep sigh, eyes half-closed, letting herself be carried away by the rhythms that his brother created with drums... marking his reassuring presence alongside her sister.

Drakkon Constantine replaces himself immediately, admiring the arrival of his Girl in this typical outfit of the North. Nudity is that one adopts in cold countries and these great overheated halls. The blue atmosphere that is spreading into the camp gives him a thrill of nostalgic... A look filled with pride just drag on the delicious Vanille curves thus revealed... that diapahane skin and those milky tits that draw the eye. The untamed mane gives just the perfect tone of the atmosphere... Ai... this beautiful slave is the North... and the beauty and naturalness of its bonds.

Ian Cameron (darkangel.ferd) plays in seeing her begin sto dance, punctuating her dance.

Andra (andravelli) viewing the small Vanille arrive... She is his very well chosen to show the pride of the North... she regrets nevertheless that she did not choose the holding of Eve.

Hime Hana (bublegummmmmm) looks at Vanille... relieved that it is finished for her, it is the turn of her friend... She encourages by her smile.

Vanille (vanillebrandris) slightly accelerates the pace, the music taking control of her body responding instinctively to the rhythms. She undulates her body as the flames of a fireplace that warms the blood, her hands continue to come sometimes caress her hips, sometimes through her hair undone. Beginning to be taken in her dance, Vanille will cease to launch fierce looks to those who watch, calling them to twist their focal length on her spontaneous movements... to admire her game with the shadows created by the frigid atmosphere of the blue fire.

Drakkon Constantine begins to beat the foot in the burgeoning rhythm. He has since left seconds drop his glass and only now the dance vision diverts his attention. He vibrates to the sound of the drums and the public is more than a blur trick around the circle. His blind eye has eyes only for this wild beauty and the shadows that emerge over the dance; this blonde mane that starts to move and the ripples of this gorgeous body.

Vanille (vanillebrandris) lets invade heat gived by  the dance but also the feeling of dancing for one person: her Master. While delighful hips in a natural cause, she will fix her Master with her sparkling green eyes of malice, a greedy smile on the lips. Despite the heat, her skin shivers under flicks her fingers along her flanks, recalling the cold surrounding a Northern girl. She advances towards him, marking the cadence of his feet pounding the ground that would hard... from touching him with her marked thigh and away from him, narrowly escaping any attempt to touch he could have...

Drakkon Constantine slides his look on her and his face slowly begins to smile. Him, so little demonstrative in public shows clearly that he likes what he sees. His bust unconsciously picks up when she approaches, as if he already wanted to touch her and his hand will close in the vacuum just at the level of the brand that has adorned her thigh. He goes back along the body now close, biting unconsciously his lip with a desire that he withholds narrowly to enjoy until the final seconds this wild and instinctive dance.

Vanille (vanillebrandris) can be carried away by the purity of line, forgetting any restraint so that her body transmits a certain wildness in carnal and instinctive gestures. Her green eyes will all pass the heat that a slave can obtain for her Master whilst her body, painted white to remind the snowflakes, will bring up abandonment a girl is able to give to the one who owns her. She comes repeatedly tickle the need to touch of the man leaving  him the possibility to brush her, causing small chills on the surface of her skin.

Spinaker Avro watches the game of the dancer and the permanent temptation she has to Flow. He growls of pleasure and is kept to not slam her small buttocks as she passes near it. Amused, he growls softly and drinks some of his paga, playful glass by the provision of Vanille, the girl of the North.

Luderick views dance of the North in a new light, seeing  Vanille very wild in a fatal nature, his eyes raters observe curves waving in the circle, caressing the hollow kidneys  of his kajira then that he lets himself be mesmerized by the bond.

Vanille (vanillebrandris) falls on the ground, by waving her body in a mouth-watering bestiality, her hands typing the ground like to call the Earth to warm up. Vanille is completely absorbed by her dance, letting herself be led by instinct, her nature that calls her to let her emotions through eye-catching and provocative movements. She moves like a wild, following some of his attitudes on her friend the larl, leaving from time to time a growl escapes her throat while her eyes rifle spectators in defiantly.

Drakkon Constantine lets escape a grunt deaf... flashes of his childhood arising in familiar movements of Vanille... this body that curves captivates his attention and he seems mesmerized by the play of the flames on her skin. He will seek his breath a moment ogling the silent spectators and will be immediately picked up by a new rapprochement. The North is touch and each Vanille's contact is like a tempter breath on him. He advances the body again, his legs pulling back as if he was about to get up. The pace of the dance seems steeped in every dance move, coming almost naked body taunt him as a call. The souvagerie of the North finally speaks... Nothing to do with the sensuality of the South and its lewd movements... each shock and bond against the ground trigger his desire... the rhythm of the drums no longer having nothing to do with the flutes of the Tahari sounds.

Vanille (vanillebrandris) stands up, stretching her members as a wild animal, helped by the attitude she adopts when she is in the company of the feline Ades. Her hands slide over her skin as if she had the fur of the beast, shuddering of fun in the game of her fingers that excite each part of her body. Lifting the head, she reveals a feverish look to this man who submits her, a light growl escaping her parted lips. Vanille insidiously rolls her hips, kicking kidney provocative and sexy while her hands through her matted mane, shaking it as a female that shakes under the snow.

Ian Cameron (darkangel.ferd) supports the hectic pace dance with drums that resound in the desert still overheated air, movements slow succeeding to the faster making the wild dance of his sister provocative, he

speeds up again his hands on tanned beats looking at her admiring.

Vanille (vanillebrandris) fixed her gaze on the only person who has importance for now, eyes darkened by the bestiality of the time, the rhythms of his brother transporting her in her choreographic delirium. The Master will be able to read all the promises of this body, capable of moving in the purest simplicity, this why it is made : the pleasures of the flesh. Vanille drops almost to the ground, arching the kidneys in warm and enticing movements; prompting the mind to wander on the exquisite possibilities to own the slave who is on a rampage.   

Sigfrid (yexing) has the impression of a slave from his home both movements are similar; he beats his feet in the sand with an evaluator smile on the lips, he looks Drak which is completely mesmerized by his kajira.

Drakkon Constantine smiles unconsciously. he seeks to hand his drink without daring to detach his gaze from the show. He will give up two seconds after seeing she drags on the ground. Natural movement no longer has anything of South florida; only the body is expressed in each movement. The ripples of Vanille atisent his desire and if the beauty of Hime was revealed by the arabesques of his dance... The savagery of this almost beastly dance made direct tilt on him. He argues the bust to lose distance and be able to... touch the approximation that she makes him undergo his nerves and his beatific. He can feel this body waving against him. Explicit movements touch on his skin and each new movement tape it more and more... He stirs up the index as an invitation... The North is touch, it was said... and he wants her...

 

Vanille (vanillebrandris) lets out a moan of pleasure sliding a greedy tongue on her upper lip, detailing with greed the torso of her owner. Slowly dismissing the thighs in front of him then her basin draws appalling ellypses... Vanille will come to lengthen her body to approach him and beg a caress which will burn her skin shivering of carnal desire. She undulates in gross and sensual gestures, coming to touch Flow from the tip of the fingers and removing as soon as if her skin was burned by the electrifying contact. Her eyes of ember will come remind him of carnal memories specific to them, showing how her body can be reactive to a simple touch of her Master.

Luderick waves to Clovis and keeps eyes glued to his friend girl hypnotic basin movements, narrowed eyes on her and her pace is perfect on the frenzied music to warm the hearts of the North. 

Drakkon Constantine drop an instant his eye... mixing the scene of a lap dance where the bond comes slowly serves on his knees. Body arching to the ground will be that attract his hand which will close on the softness of a bare breast... immediately capturing the heat from this hot body and his eyes from soldering in her immediately.

Vanille (vanillebrandris) departs a bit from him, playing the frightened female whose behavior reflects the need to seduce and to be tamed. Her sway express the total abandonment of her mind, giving all the power to the body, accentuating blows of kidneys insolants. Lips parted, her breathing panicked by the pace of his performance will raise her taut tits, calling the soft caresses of looks. With a provocative smile, she will pick up, begging in her actions so that her Master stands before her and imposing the Jarl Tørvi stature.

Drakkon Constantine contracts the jaw when she spinning. His eyes shine a clear desire and his hand closes into the void displays a rising frustration. The desire of possession animes him and the new movement that plaice on the ground will be just the thing too much for his control. He shudders of desire irreprescible's bust in front he will slowly switch on his feet. He recovers slowly, displaying his high stature and his own to the Tørvis powerful musculature. The typical outfit of the North will be displayed and he will decrease looking on his Girl... His Bond for tonight... gazing at her waving in front of him as a plea to be owned. 

Vanille (vanillebrandris) rises up her eyes on this man who stands in front of her, who owns her, those for whom this girl shakes. She smiles at him and slowly down the pace from waving to his feet in a feverish and sexual supplication. Her skin shivers, her body shaking as dance has awoken in her an ancestral need, a basic need for the woman she is : to be recognized and loved by her Master. She will slowly cease her movement until she will read in his eye the subtle glow approving the devotion of his bond.

  Luderick is impressed by the sensuality in the rough as a gemstone cutting, still intoxicated by the music, staring over undulations repeated, claiming that his friend has what being proud tonight as well... saw the splendour of the show and marvel of all, faces time inoublable for all.   

Drakkon Constantine comes slowly grab the collar that surrounds the neck of the young bond. He will gently lift so she stands up, glutinous her to him to wrap his arms around the wild dancer... His lips kiss immediately hers with a growl, his hands grasp the burning body and caress with a greedy hand... He will mutters, not stopping the kiss " Magnificently... Mine... you have shown the Northern soul and beauty..."

Vanille (vanillebrandris) leaves herself be caught by her Master, shortness of breath, breathing heavily... she will host the kiss greedily, her mind still confused by the savagery of the time... a light groan of pleasure will come sealed the kiss.