"Gorean Dance"
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"Viking Capture Dance" "
ivy would like to tell you a little about this dance. it is a story dance, one about a raid that took place by the Vikings of the North. in the days of conquest the Vikings would sail to the south, to another land, sometime it was Great Britain and make a raid, they would capture the beautiful women of the land. Taking them home training them and reselling them as slaves. ivy's dance is about a raid on an English Castle, a Warrior and a girl.
*ivy{DED}fg seductively begins to move as she looks up at the full moon, soft supple arms spiraling up with open cupped palms offering herself to Aphrodite, Goddess of love. Arms upraised, delicate facial features bathed in the gentle glow of moonlight she touches her breast where her heart aches wanting so much to feel the passion of a lover, yet spurring any who would attempt to enter it, for fear of being rejected.
*ivy{DED}fg hums a peaceful song bringing her arms down to wrap her silken body, as she pirouettes in the open meadow. Delicate caress of the flowers sweet scent touches each dainty foot, senses electrified as the cool breeze of the night blows across her soul. Passions within, fuel her serpentine grace spiraling to greater heights, as she lithely spins, sensuous arms rising to the Goddess. soft body freezes as a sound comes from the forest.
*ivy{DED}fg /me gentle heart began to pound as Warriors come crashing through the trees surrounding her. Screaming she throws her arms out and begins to run toward the Castle. She stops short as the Warrior leaps in front of her, her soft body darting to the side, she cringes as his rough hand seizes her bare arm. Crying out she twists, pulling free from his grasp, dashing in the opposite direction.
*ivy{DED}fg screams as the Warrior grabs her hair, turning she bites the arm of her captor, twisting, her heart pounding within like jungle drums in the night she wretches free from his grasp. Backhanded, she falls, rolling again to her feet, and runs toward the forest, her soft breasts rising and falling as she tries to escape. Tears glistening delicate cheek as she stumbles into the underbrush.
*ivy{DED}fg leaps over logs running through the trees, the thorns of the blackberry bushes tearing her soft flesh. Fear, twisting at her stomach as she tries to escape her pursuers. She slips down behind a tall bush as the sound of Men beating at the bushes came closer. A burly voice called out "The slut Has to be here". Her mind screaming within, as her heart beat fast like hummingbird wings, kneeling lower to the ground hoping they would pass by.
*ivy{DED}fg screams, as she hears the broad sword slashing away the brush cloaking her, his deep voice barking out her hiding place as he catches the scent of her delicate perfume. Leaping up, darting away just as he neared, she felt the rake of his sharp nails upon her back. Oh Goddess, she whimpers, please save this girl. Running faster, harder trying to escape, her heart pounds, ready to explode, the sound of breaking twigs giving away her every move.
*ivy{DED}fg softly cries, her lungs barely able to handle the pounding of her heart, as she ran forcing her way through the bushes. Abruptly she is knocked backwards as soft arm is seized by a Warrior standing in her way. She shrieks in despair, as she tries to pull free. His steel grip holding her close, tightly against Him. Biting her lower lip she tries to wiggle loose to no avail. Finally giving up as her body trembled exhausted.
*ivy{DED}fg weeps as sea blue eyes peek up at the Man in terror, knowing what awaits her, expecting the sight of a barbarian gazing back, she cringes. Her heart melts as moonlight plays upon silver helmet, thick horns creating a strength, as His Face shows a gentle spirit glowing in the night, his soft hazel eyes call to her soul, soothing the fear that wretches at her belly. His salt and pepper mustache rippling as his lips curl into a gentle smile.
*ivy{DED}fg softly moans as he lifts her, off her feet throwing her over his shoulder. Too tired to resist, feeling his gentle strength her belly begins to stir. Feelings of fear replaced with fascination, with need. Long nails and golden hair dancing upon his back, as He returns to the meadow. Sounds of Warriors dying out as the pursuit moves off in the distance plundering and pillaging the villagers outside the castle.
*ivy{DED}fg softly trembles as she feels herself set down upon the soft grass, her heart now pounding with desire as she breathes in his essence. Gently He strokes her delicate cheek, His loving eyes playing upon her soft body, with desire. A soft moan slips from between ruby lips, and she sensually begins to sway, needing to seduce this Warrior. Slowly, her alluring hips began to gyrate as she lithely stands.
*ivy{DED}fg twirls in the moonlight as his gentle heart calls to her soul, her arms swaying like a willow in a gentle summer breeze, she pirouettes. Nocturnal sounds, her melodic music, Mother Nature's lute. Delicate fingers untying the belt that holds a shredded torn dress upon voluptuous body, releasing it to drift to the ground. She softly moans as the the churning of a volcano consumes her belly. A need to be taken fueling her emotions.
*ivy{DED}fg slowly erotically bends, animalistic lust growing within the Warrior as, she lissomely glides to the soft grass, passions of a wood nymph feeding her. She undulates firm cheeks against supple calves as delicate palms turn up to the starlit heaven. Her silken flesh now glistening with unbridled passions as her lust filled eyes beg for release. She groans as the Warrior caresses her tender breast.
*ivy{DED}fg softly moans as the Jarl grabs her hair, pulling her to him. Writhing against his hand, gentle fingers, rough with hard labor, caress glowing skin. Groaning as he drifts down opening moist valley, dancing upon swollen bud, as he pulls her ruby lips to his, kissing her deeply. Slowly she is laid back, her creamy thighs falling open for the Warrior, Aphrodite controlling her soul. She grinds against His fingers now within velvet sheath.
*ivy{DED}fg heart beast fast as she feels the Jarl take her, feeding upon her wanton lust. Delicate features twisted with need she cries out as she feel the power of Dante`s inferno building within, as she rides the edge of Aphrodite's playground. Her hips undulating with His every thrust, tears of joy flowing softly down sweet cheeks as he controls her heat, taking her to the top, and bringing her down again without release
*ivy{DED}fg screams as she hears his deep voice call to her through the growing mist as passions churn consuming her, as he whispers. "Yield for Me girl, Yield hard". Ooooooooooooooooooooo Gawwwwwwwwwwddddd, she cries out as her tender body convulses, her passions, her release feeding His. She groans as she feels His passion blending with hers. Her heart softly slowing as he rolls from her to hold her within his arms.
*ivy{DED}fg sighs contentedly as she drifts off into a restful sleep, not knowing what tomorrow will bring. Just knowing that she belongs at this Jarl's feet forever. He quietly smiles as he hears her whisper, I love you Jarl, with all that I am and all that I was and all that I ever will be.. forever I choose to be at your feet. The sounds of the night birds quietly sing as he lifts the girl to his shoulders, taking her back to the ship.
Gorean Dance
"Designed by Syndara DoveSinger"
"also known as ivy{D`S}fg"
"Background by BoogieJack"