[Rom] A short, mildly sexy, story (T)

This is a snippet of a much, much larger story that I am working on. I just need a few ratings on my ability to display romance and stuff.

Quick Story Run Down
Don't read it yet if you like to infer things about a story yourself and stuff like that.

Ren: A hardened warrior who spent 7 years fighting in various wars all across Europe and Asia, she came to the current, slightly ambiguous location (by that I mean I haven't figured out whether this part of the story should take place in Central California or in Eastern Africa yet). This is about a year into her stay in the service of her Lord, so she has become less of a cold, distant warrior and more warm and friendly, but she has done some bad things in her life as a mercenary, which makes her refer to herself as a monster. She is a mix of French-Arab ancestry and various Asian ethnicities. She is infatuated with her Lord, and their relationship is physical.

Lord Hakeem: The slightly naive, just Lord of the town he resides in. Lord Hakeem is generally benevolent, and very curious about things. He's a good thinker, but takes things slowly due to a syndrome he has. He also talks kind of strangely on purpose, and follows a weird schedule. He's the tall, dark, handsome type. Extremely tall, though. About 7 feet. He is of somewhat ambiguous South Asian and West Asian descent. He cares about Ren deeply, and Ren denies him on the emotional level.

The Tigress: Lord Hakeem's 2-year old pet Tigress whom he treats almost like a daughter. If you're wondering, her name is Jasmine. Jasmine is extremely intelligent and gentle for a Tiger, and she often patrols the town wearing armor as part of it's defense force. Her favorite pastimes besides playing with people are looking at the sky or listening to Ren talk (speaking of which, the characters in the story are actually speaking Spanish, and Jasmine understands basic commands from humans in Hindi and Spanish).

The Setting: This takes place in the future, the year 2163 to be exact. The future is a combination of slightly advanced remnant technology and the Middle Ages, thanks to the holocaust that was World War IV that occurred 100 years prior.


Ren sat outside in the garden, on top of a low wall. She was leaning backward, with her arms behind her, palms down. Beads of sweat were coming down her forehead. Her sword was propped up against the wall, and her shield generator was sitting on the ground. There was only the ambiance of generator hum, cars in the distance, and birds occasionally crowing to frame her breathing.

Why was she training alone? She didn't have much of an idea. It was her day off, and Lord Hakeem was stuck inside doing paperwork. The sky was a nice blue color today, though the typical clouds still persisted. Ren looked up while breathing in and out slowly; in to fill herself as much as as she could, and out to squeeze out every last bit of bad air.

The tigress was on patrol today, so Ren couldn't have any sort of company from her, either. She was slightly disappointed to see that no eager-eyed, friendly predator awaited her at the mansion.

"I see that you've been training, Ren." came Hakeem's voice from behind her.

Ren wasn't startled. She turned her head and looked at her Lord. "My Lord, are you taking a break?"

"Heh. Yes, I am taking a break. I was hoping to take in a bit of the beautiful blue today." he grinned slightly, and walked toward her. Hakeem took a seat on Ren's left on the wall. Her legs were fairly level with the ground, but Hakeem's giant figure was somewhat stretched out and sprawled along the shallow dimension of the wall.

Ren began "Yes, my Lord, the sky is a nice color today..."

And then she felt her Lord's hand on the side of her head, holding a lock. "Your hair is the same color as the sky."

"Ahh...it can't be the same color..."

"It doesn't matter...a different shade, it is just as beautiful." he pulled his face closer to her's, and kissed her on the cheek. Ren trembled. She both hated and loved feeling like this. Hated for the fact that she felt weak around him, but loved for the fact that she felt weak around him.

"Thank you, my Lord...but what I meant is that I'm not beautiful..." Ren turned her face towards him.

Hakeem put his thumb on her chin, the rest of his hand slightly clenched underneath "Heh. I only said your hair was beautiful. Did you think I was calling you beautiful?"

"Ah! ...perhaps."

"You are another word." he leaned forward, pulled his legs in, and sat straight, one hand on his lap, one hand on her back. "...I say that you are dashing."

"Dashing? What does that mean?"

"It normally applies to a man, but it is a fitting term for you. If I were captured, I would rely on you to 'dash' to my rescue. I guess am calling you heroine."

"I am not dashing..."

"Then what are you?"

"I...cannot say."

"Ren...please, you trust me, right?"

"Yes I do, my Lord."

"Then trust me when I say your hair is beautiful, and trust me when I say that you are dashing...and please trust me when I say that you are enchanting..."

"And what does enchanting mean?"

"Someone who pikes interest without a direct action...someone who clenches my attention without willing it...and I'm glad that you don't mind my attention."

"Ohhh...no my Lord. I could never refuse what you say to me."

He gazed at her face for a long time. Ren could feel a few senses dancing on her skin. He put his hand into a relaxed ball, and caressed her cheek with the middle of his fingers.

"Ren...you are so strange...you objected to me calling you beautiful, but yet you say that you could never refuse me...I would rather you choose to reject me than allow me a false satisfaction."

A false satisfaction? Ren knew what that meant. He used similar terms before; he told her that he wanted her to object to his decisions if necessary, and be comfortable with saying no. And she knew exactly what he meant when she objected to his comment. She could not see herself being anything more than a monstrous slave. And he could not accept her staying a monstrous slave. Was that why she loved him?

"My Lord, you are always so kind to me..." she began. "I don't deserve such a master."

Hakeem frowned. "You deserve more than a kind 'master,' Ren. Please, I want you to learn that."

"..."

He smiled again and said "Ren, let me tell you why you deserve more. You look like a free woman. You were once a slave won from war, but now you blend in with peace." he leaned his head closer to her face and said in a low tone. "You are beautiful."

Ren was anticipating a kiss from his lips. She moved her face closer to his, he nuzzled his nose on her's and smiled, and he pressed his mouth to her's. She half-closed her eyes, and savored the feeling. He kissed her on her lower lip, brushed upward, and kissed her upper lip. She could feel his fingertips on her wrist.

Ren felt him move away and lower his head. She opened her eyes, her lips still wanting more.

Hakeem spoke in his low voice again "Heh...you really enjoy this don't you?"

"Mmmm!" Ren's eyes went wide. She couldn't tell why he said that, and asked "What do you mean?"

He backed away and grinned "Nothing. I simply noticed how much you like kissing me."

"My Lord, you told me you enjoy it, too." she knew one hundred percent that she was not the only one benefitting from their relationship.

"Ha ha ha, yes, of course I do. It's just that...I was raised to think that men craved affection from women much more than the opposite...but I've begun to notice that they are both about equal. So, I wanted to know if you liked it...it bothers me when men are painted as sex fiends, but I think women want physical pleasure just as much."

"...this isn't what you think about in your free time, is it my Lord?"

Hakeem laughed "Ha ha ha ha...you already know that I'm a little strange. I'm going to back inside now, and I'm going to take my second nap in a few minutes."

"Master, I want to sleep with you." she blurted out. Her ears were red and her lips were tingling. Ren could feel the blood running underneath her stomach.

He raised an eyebrow and said "...this early in the day?"

It was excellent. I enjoyed every moment of it.

I'll read the larger story if you ever finish it; I hate reading stories by little parts especially when they're out of order.

I really liked reading that. I like Ren's character and the way she reacted to Lord Hakeem's kind words. It was romantic but in a heart warming sort of way, rather than a sickeningly sweet type. Great job!

Originally Posted by Kitsuné

It was excellent. I enjoyed every moment of it.

:-D :-D :-D

Thank you for reading this thing, I know this board is really slow and all, but I've been waiting for a read or two.

And thank you for the rating.

Originally Posted by Eggys

I'll read the larger story if you ever finish it; I hate reading stories by little parts especially when they're out of order.

Eh heh heh...

Here's the thing; my story is really, really big. In fact, Ren and Hakeem are 2 characters in their group of 8, and then there are the supporting characters who join them, and THEN after that there's another cast of 8 characters and their supporting group directly mirrored to them, and THEN there's the group of 8 villains, and THEN there's the Arc Villains (the story is divided into arcs based on these villains), and after that there's ANOTHER group of 8 who fulfill a different role in the story later on.

This is actually the closest I've gotten to writing it.

I could give you a small outline on it...

Originally Posted by PocketCucco

I really liked reading that. I like Ren's character and the way she reacted to Lord Hakeem's kind words. It was romantic but in a heart warming sort of way, rather than a sickeningly sweet type. Great job!

Ah, thank you. I was looking for this directly.