*From out of the darkness her silhouette crept, whispering along the outer edges of the dance pit. Was she real or was she merely a shadow cast by one already present? The untrained eye would not know the answer to that, but to One in tune, to One that knew what to look for, they would see the outline. They would feel the assault her presence waged upon their senses. They would take pause to look, to measure, to wonder.

They would detect the signature scent that played in the air about them. They would come to realize the nearly feral nuances of it as time passed. They would sense it growing stronger, radiating from the hidden beast, the scent alone would identify her....to One with such keen senses.

Once assessed, the slender, cloaked figure would be dismissed. Shroud in black, wrapped in the night, her movements would resume, her steps would remain unheard, the definition of the creature concealed within would remain a mystery. That was...

until she turned,
until she stalked into the depths of the sand.

From beneath the sweep of cloak, a foot would appear, toes pointed, nails painted a rich, blood red, pressing into the sand. Then the body would float to join it, left and then right, leading her further into the pit. No longer a shadow. No longer a question of imagination. She was real. The rise and fall of the silky cloak told those watching that she was alive, they could see her inhale, could see her exhale, slow, steady, rhythmic in motion.*

*When the middle of the sands were reached, she stopped. Her arms shifting beneath the wrap. Her features still hidden, they looked down, drawn to the opening of the cape, to the point where a nearly undetectable glow seemed to emit, like a statue she waited in absolute silence, for the music to begin.

A flute broke the silence, it started low and somber, the sullen notes blending from one to the next, a hushed anticipation threading itself in the air. Her feet hidden by sand and cloak, she began to pivot, the skirting lifting from the sand and sweeping in a small circle.

As she turned, hints of the shrouded beast were offered. The delicate structure of her ankle, leading up to the toned muscle in her calf, then hidden again, only to complete the circle and have the cloak gape to show the creamy flesh of a branded thigh, the dina appearing quickly and then shadowed once more. Beneath the robing she felt a warmth growing, she felt it intensify as what she held began to glow, the hint of light peeking out beneath the cape, drawn an eye to study her all that much closer. She felt the way her belly was grasped, the way fingers seemed to reach into her and twist themselves about her soul. To the naked eye it was but a mysterious hidden glow. To her it was so much more.

A second turn, this path wider, accompanied by the sway and churn of her hips. The cloaked danced around her, flaring at her sides, rippling over the sands, affording those watching another peek at the glow. It’s light resonating from beneath her cover of darkness.

A third rotation, the hooded figure begins to lift her head, along with it, her arms, the cloak's closure parting like heavy silk drapes, revealing the beast and her secret in unison.*

*The haunting sounds of the flute hushed, building the suspense, almost silent save for a gasp that echoed through the crowd. Silken gloves hide her fingers, encasing her arms to just above her elbows. There, in her palms, cradled like the most precious of jewels was something unique, something extraordinary. It was round and reflective, a ball of approximately 2 1/2 hort in diameter, it's core glowed, sometimes bright and sometimes dim.

The sounds from the flute climbed as did her arms. The notes hung in the air around her, exotic and sultry, they told a tale of strength and passion. The music growing, swelling, raising in the air. The ball she cradled responded, brighter and brighter it grew, flooding the night and illuminating the beast that held it.

The slave’s torso was wrapped and twisted with webbing. From somewhere beneath the cloak it began, single lines of thick, black cording appeared fused to her generous curves, presenting a vivid contrast to the pale flesh that moved within it. At the crest of her breasts it fanned out, claiming within it’s bounds the peaked mountains of flesh, attempting to conceal the turgid nipples but failing. The spidery pattern traversed downward, caging her ribs, creeping lower still, coiling itself about her and clinging to the flat of her belly. It cut high upon her thighs, gripping the easy flare of her hips and made it’s disappearance between those milky pale thighs.

High above her head she held the orb, looking up, the hood of the cloak fell back to reveal the richness of her dark mane. A riotous tangle of curls tumbled free, catching the light and framing her head and shoulders in it's lustrous shine. Her seas of blue were lighter than normal, glazed over with a luminescent gaze, entranced by the glow of the orb she held in her hands.

Drums suddenly joined the flute’s melody. For the moment she moved without stepping. Slow, seductive shifts of her hips matched the tempo. Her body trained to entrance Men, to bring to the forefront the most primitive of desires. Pendulous sways mark the passing of time, rocking slowly from side to side, every movement intent on pulling heated gazes to caress her warming flesh.*

*Gloved fingers of one hand closed about the orb, trapping it in her grasp. Those that remained free pointed to the night sky. With the gentleness of a lover’s caress she began to lower the glow along the silky glove, pushing at the cape and blanket of curls, the exposed flesh of her shoulder now feeling the heat, then drawing it to the softness of her cheek.

As the light ebbed and flowed it’s warmth drew a flush of crimson colour to her features. The tease of her flesh continued as she pulled the ball along her jaw to her chin, inhaling deeply. The sphere held now between her thumb and forefinger, she began to wheel it

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beneath her chin and over the cloak’s clasp until again it came in contact with her flesh.

Another flute, and then strings were heard being strummed and stroked. Slave's lips pursed and then parted slightly, the pinkness of tongue slinking out to wet parched flesh. The hand above her lowered into her thick mane, lacing them amongst the curls and gripping as the ball made its journey through the deep valley framed by lush breasts. Her breathing becoming more labored as the orb’s hold on her grew. It’s descent slowed as it bumped over the corded casing, trickling over her flesh and sinking low to her navel. This close to her core the orb flashed with a brilliant light and her purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr could be heard over the music.*

*She lingered there, ihn feeling like ehn, before moving once more. She would push the orb from her only to feel it tugging her close, she surrendered each time it beckoned, generously offering the seductive twists of her curves, the heated, writhing churn of her hips. With grace and poise, the beast danced amongst the sands, illuminated by the ball, glowing from within as she spun beneath it, sending the cloak to splay out behind her. Then she would stop, the slap of it’s hem kissing her flesh. Her purrrrrrrrrr thickened each time she felt the sting. Shamelessly she paraded about in the sands enchanted by this mysterious glowing light.

The orb drew her to the edge of the dancing sands, that same poise and point of toes as they stepped, one, two, three times into the sand. The heavy cloak draped down her back, the night air caressing the glistening sheen that had formed upon her naked flesh, that signature scent, musky and primal, arousing her all the more as she stood there inhaling deeply over and over again.

She felt the eyes that watched her. She felt the pull and control of the globe. Her eyes nearly a pure white now as the orb put her through her paces. Her body lighted by it’s resonating glow she held it there before her, mesmerized. It’s command to her unspoken ~display~.

Her head nodded slowly, a single hand now cupping the crystaline ball. She tipped back her head, gave that tangle of thick curls a shake sending them raining down her spine, her feet parted, the toes of her left pointed, her knee bent, her waist twisted, offering full view of her heated curves. Her free hand slipped behind her neck, fingertips diving into the thickness of mane that rested at the nape of her neck. The orb, balanced in her palm was guided high and then low, it’s glow highlighting the alluring pose of the slave.*

*Even as she displayed in exquisite stillness, the music played with her, it taunted her to move once more, it teased her hips to resume their greedy churn, it drove her pulse to throb against the silver collar snugged to her throat. She now radiated the same glow as the orb, it was a part of her and she of it, they had become ONE.

Now the glow changed....tha-thump, tha-thump, tha-thump....synchronized with the beat of her heart

commanded.........by One

possessed........by One

spellbound.......by One

~nadu~

Only heard by her, she melted then to the sands. Her knees pushing through the grains, wide and wider still until she felt the burn of her muscles. The fire in them surpassed only by the flames that flicker and dance at her very core. Whitest of eyes were seen again. They tell the story. They show the devotion, the absolute obedience and unquestioned beauty that is expected.

Once more both hands cradle the orb, she draws it near, holding it over her heart, tha-thump, tha-thump. The growling trill of the flutes, the hissing strokes of the strings, the pounding thunder of the drums courses through the air. The crescendo guiding the orb lower, down her belly, beneath her navel, to that place where the inferno blazes. She holds it there, helpless, her surrender complete.*

*The drums and strings once again silent. Only the macabre sounds of the flute as it had began, claiming the night air as it’s own. The slave’s chest rose and fell as she tried to breathe. Relaxed, subtle sways begin in her shoulders and carry down to her waist. Her flesh rippled as it began to cool. No longer a shrouded slave, within the sands kneels a beast of unbridled pleasure. Her own glow now lighting the dance pit.

Answering the call from the flute, putting the pulsing orb into motion once more. Her gloved hands begin to rise and coil in the air. She arches her back, stretching herself. Her hands now above her head, she bends backwards until her wild mane is splayed upon the sands. Her fingers relax, the ball rolls free, coming to nest behind her, its glow dimming, until it is simply glass upon the sands.

The spell broken.

Slowly she lifts, straightening her back, her seas sweeping those gathered to watch, searching for that One, the only One that knows her so intensely, that knew her from the start.

She finds Him as she reaches to free herself from the weight of the cloak, releasing it’s clasp and sending it to puddle behind her. She then leans forward. Fingers plunged into the sands she now crawls to Him. Crouching low, she resembles a larl on the prowl as she slinks forward, the spidered webbing still hugging her curves. Her hips flare each time she shifts, tiny flecks of silica play with the light, clinging to her breasts, as they graze along the tiles beneath her, at last she reaches His sandaled feet.

Her face to them, mewling and cooing as she bathes His warm flesh with her tongue, fulfilling her need to taste Him. Tracing the sides and trailing heated, hungry kisses over the top of each foot. Then she lifts, proud and spent, her nails drawing paths in the sand upon her thighs. She reaches her hips, a possessive squeeze to their flare, and then she slips her hands behind her, braceleting her wrists to the small of her back. Her belly pulled taught, her chin lifted to Him, those seas of deepest blue lowered. As the flute silenced a single word escaped.*

~beautiful~