A New Life

A New Life
by Orleans

Story Notes

Characters: Ulaume, Lianvis

Rating: NC17

Beta: Steph, thank you.

Summary: My first attempt in this fandom. Ulaume’s life changed when he started his new life with the tribe of the Kakkahar.

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters; they all belong to Storm Constantine. No money is made.

A New Life

I was getting tired and all I wanted to do was lying down and sleep. For how long I had been waiting inside this pompous tent since my arrival I really had no idea. Not that I particularly cared, I just wanted to finally rest.

It was too hot for my liking, since it was barely past midday and the sun was directly at the zenith. I felt terribly sticky and the dried blood on my wrists and ankles made me want to scratch the skin from the bones there.

All I wanted – beside some sleep- was a nice bath to get rid off the dirt. That was indeed the worst thing of all, when I thought about it. I hated to be dirty like this! Dust, sand, blood and sweat covered me like a second skin; I couldn’t stand the smell of myself.

After some unknown hara of this new tribe had pulled the blindfold away, unceremoniously lead me into this tent and told me to sit down no one had bothered about me. I just had caught a glimpse at a tall, golden haired hara who was sitting in front of the tent with the leader of my ‘keepers’. That was all.

I was thirsty as hell too, licking my dry lips, I hoped that someone would think of giving me something to drink after the long journey I had behind me, but no.

No one entered the tent for a long time and I simply couldn’t make myself get up and look through the wooden cupboard nearby. And that was the famous hospitality of the notorious Kakkahaar? If so, then the stories were terribly exaggerated.

From time to time I heard soft murmurs coming somewhere from the left, where the entrance of this tent had to be. Words drifted through the fabrics, words I didn’t really understand. Only now and then I recognized the voices. The delegation of the Colurastes, ‘my’ tribe, I thought sourly, was obviously still trying to sell my hide. Perhaps the leader of this camp had no interest at all to buy me? Would be funny to see what they’d do then.

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Four Rotating Hips

Four Rotating Hips
by Em

Story Notes

Pairing: Pellaz/Cal

Rating: Most definetly NC-17

Summary: Cal is annoyed and Pellaz distracts him. Includes dancing and aruna… pretty much just blatant smut. *g*

Spoilers: Takes place after the first trilogy so read accordingly and at your own peril.

Disclaimer: The characters and the world they inhabit belong to Storm Constantine, I am just playing.

Feedback is craved and most welcome!

Best enjoyed while listening to Inertia Creeps by Massive Attack. Thems the beat of the drum, yeah?

Four Rotating Hips

Calanthe har Aralis had been planning on having his chesnari’s attention to himself tonight. Unfortunately, the Hegemony had other ideas as Cal had been frustratingly informed by Velaxis while he was making his way to Pellaz’s apartments. Now, instead of a night of bliss in Pell’s arms he was here, in a large room full of ridiculously over-trumped hara, drinking expensive wine and making polite conversation.

He did manage to keep the scowl off his face while innumberable hara fawned over him, he was a practiced performer, but he was far from happy. Pellaz stood as far from him as he could get, across the room and currently surrounded by his own hoard of admirers.

“You can’t be selfish with him, you know,” a voice in Cal’s ear made him turn.

Caeru stood behind him grinning and Cal rolled his eyes. He snorted. “I would prefer if not every night was taken up with some social event.”

Suddenly they were interrupted by the entrance of several scantily clad hara who were decorated with dripping pearls and gold and little else. Groaning, Cal turned his questioning face to his consort.

Caeru shrugged but could not hide his gleeful smile. “Entertainment,” he said by way of explanation. “A tribe from the east wanted to share their…. Delights with us.”

“And how long is this going to last?” Cal asked before angrily swallowing the rest of his wine. He could quickly see that any chance of getting Pellaz alone tonight was moving further and further from his grasp.

The room cleared as hara stepped back to make room for the performance. Hara with large drums and other instruments followed behind the dancers and made themselves at home.

Cal barely tried to suppress his frown now.

He felt a smooth hand glide across his shoulder as somehar stepped close to his side and turned his head to see Pellaz beside him. Cal groaned; more annoyed than ever when presented with the sight of Pellaz in all his glory. Pellaz wore a dark red robe that practically dripped off his shoulders, leaving his chest exposed and bare. A gold necklace encircled his throat and trailed down to his stomach. This was exactly the sight he had hoped to be faced with in the privacy of his own rooms – not while surrounded by this mindless crowd of dignitaries!

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