User blog:Ore-samma/My Apsara (true love) (no lewd)

Hello fans, Ore-Samma here!

From another forum post / request = https://monstergirlencyclopedia.fandom.com/f/p/4400000000000068262/r/4400000000000452392

This one was really easy to do.

Sometimes, in this forum, we can forget and blur the lines between lust and love.

Never forget. Endless satisfaction of carnal desire is NOT love....it can't be.

There is something deeper beyond the surface of all this.

Never forget that.

SPOILER ALERT =

The song that plays in this song I see it as this = https://soundcloud.com/charleenguyen/seaside-romance-final

If you have another song you want to listen to, might as well disregard this one.

End spoiler.

Hope you like it!

Ever your Servant-

Ore-Samma

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“.....and thanks to your many years of dedicated service, the Empire will grant you any boon that it is within our power to grant….”

I looked to the Grand Bishop and surrendered my sword to the squire and then helmet.

“I wish to have a wife.”

The Grand Bishop nodded. “That we can do. There are plenty of women who-”

“An Apsara wife.”

The Grand Bishop stopped talking with an audible click of his jaw. He composed himself and cleared his throat.

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“Unfortunately, I am not aware of any Apsara who claim availability for marriage. They are Water Elementals that the Empire uses to test our finest. Even you succeeded in the trials of seduction.”

I nodded. “I understand. Then, if you cannot grant me this boon, then I want the blessing of the Empire if an Apsara agrees to be my wife.”

The Grand Bishop gave an almost condescending grin. “You misunderstand the Water Elemental Apsara with the Monsterized Apsara. They do not thirst for a husband, and we do not have any ties with Apsara that have been Monsterized.”

I took off my armored gloves and handed them to the squire. “So, what’s the issue then? Where’s the harm in declaring before all gathered that the Empire will not charge nor condemn me if I marry an Apsara?”

“Ser Dakkon Vicor, your service in the Eastern war front against the bandit barbarian hordes is legendary. The fact that you lead a Paladin Vanguard that repelled thousands, saving tens of thousands will be remembered as legend for all time. The Empire could do so much more to honor your name and memory.”

I removed my breast plate and threw it to the side, nearly striking the squire in the process. “Then the Empire can settle to do less, and grant me my blasted blessing!”

The Grand Bishop exhaled. “By decree of the Empire. You have the blessing to take an Apsara wife, who agrees to give you her hand.”

I nodded and left.

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(pov change)

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“Ladies! Ladies! We are graced today by the hero of the Empire Ser Dakkon Vicor!”

I looked to see a striking middle-aged man standing on the floor below our own. His hair was frosted grey, but his face was one that aged remarkably well. His arms and chest still showed the signs of a well-developed physique and eyes as blue as the sky.

I followed my Apsara sisters from the second floor balcony that circled the entire room and we gathered around the man who had a curious expression on his face. It was bereft of lust and wantonness. This man…. had an expression of a strange sorrow.

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“Welcome! Welcome!” The Grand Damme said as she strode closer to the man and gave him her trademark wave and smile. “What brings you here to us today? A man of your age and reputation must have already succeeded in the trials of seduction, no?”

Ser Vicor gave a curt nod, “I have. I am not here to be tested. I came seeking a bride that I may call my own.”

I- along with my sisters couldn’t help but allow a friendly bubble of laughter to escape our throats. However, the man’s expression nor eyes wavered a jot. In fact, he looked even more determined. The poor dear.

“My goodness.” The Grand Damme said, fanning herself a little with her hand. “You do know how to get directly to the point. So I’m afraid I must as well. Although our dances are the finest in all the lands and seas, and although we can set hearts, minds, and bodies on fire from lust with our dances...though we can cause a heart to burst from desire and love….doesn’t necessarily mean we love those we dance for…..although, we are flattered by your visit.”

She broke out in laughter which the crew, and I must admit; myself joined in.

And again the man never wavered. He stood the barrage of our playful laughter and waited till it ended.

The Grand Damme sighed, “I suppose some people are slower to understand what that means than others.” She turned to the rest of us. “Do any of you wish to offer your hand in marriage to this fine hero?”

We all looked about, but no one raised their hand or spoke.

“You see?” The Grand Damme said as she turned back. “If that was all, I can show you the way out. And please, feel free to visit any-”

“Your dances only incite lust. And I am not moved by lust, nor your pretentious charm.” Ser Vicor said, his voice as harsh and dry as desert granite.

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“Mind your manners!” The Grand Damme retorted, her smile still present. “We did nothing deserving of such treatment! I even allowed my girls the chance to accept your proposal! What more do you want from us?” She said, crossing her arms and tossing her hair over her shoulder.

Ser Vicor nodded. “You are correct. I have dealt with so many mamono, and their wiles and spitfire. I take back the harsh tone, but I do not take back the meaning of my words.” He crossed his arms and glanced at each of us in turn as he spoke. “I am no longer motivated or moved by the notions of beauty and lust. My soul has been burned a thousand times over by mamono energy, and a thousand times again by the flame of lust and desire. I feel the burn and excitement you exude, but it is a fleeting thing...like a memory of a memory. No, I seek that which all mamono promise their husbands, but without it being so glued to the superficial needs of the flesh. But rather- I want the deeper aspects of what love is first and foremost. You Apsara are the avatars of the goddess of love, and it is to you that I turned to seek that which your very creation is supposed to embody.”

Ser Vicor paused for a moment and continued. “I seek true love. But the statement you gave with your dismissal is of little difference than what any mamono states. And I ask you; ''do you know what love is? What true love is?'' And I lay the challenge at your feet; none of you can move me to surrender to my lust. And if I succeed in this I ask the chance to ignite within one of you; the fire that is true love.”

As he spoke, I felt my sisters shift uncomfortably, even I felt uncomfortable… and was suddenly aware  of how revealing and sensuous my garments were. The always hot and dry air felt a little  colder, and I found myself suddenly desiring to cover my body with more garments.

I looked to the Grand Damme and saw that even she adopted a stance that was vastly more  modest than her usual dancer's stance.

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“Bold words.” She said at last, the playful tone all but gone in her voice. “You state these words to all of us, therefore I put to you that we can all take the challenge at the same time! No one has ever experienced our full choreography, and you may have the honor of being the first.”

Ser Vicor shrugged, “Do your best, I suppose.”

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The Grand Damme signaled for us to tie the Knight, explaining that it was for our own safety.

“Alright ladies, this will be a show to remember. Today is the day we do our routine before a man. Never forget what we do here today. Never forget that pride goeth before the fall. He is wrong!” She ended in a harsh whisper. “He- he… he has to be!”

I took up my tambourine and waited for everyone to take their places around Ser Vicor who was now tied between two poles. I gave the shake and signal and we began.

Our motions and steps flowed like water. We revealed the full depths of our sensuality with our routine and motions. Flashing our feminine curves, indentations and swells. Moving our hips in parallel with our lines and curves, coming within a hairbreadth of brushing against his body, but allowing our garments to do so. Teasing, torturing, excitement, spice, flavor, and whispered moans and promises…. Our bodies exuding all the invitations and implications of sating whatever desires he may have had.

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However, halfway through our routine, we slowed and stopped.

We were getting nowhere with this man. The flesh on his pelvis remained unmoved, his eyes were still half-lidded and he had not drooled like others before him with even one of us performing.

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“Are you done?” Ser Vicor said with an expression of boredom. “I will admit, it was quite a choreography and I understand why you tied me up. But Succubi have a similar dance, and I’ve seen it.”

The Grand Damme panted, half out of exhaustion, half out of exasperation. She gently laid down her tambourine and nodded. “You win, ser knight. I shall extend my hand in marriage to you.”

“I am not a knight, but a Paladin. And thank you for offering. However….” his face grew grim. “You do not love me. You offer because you think that you wish to spare your own from me. Why?”

The Grand Damme crossed her arms. “Can a man such as yourself even have the capacity for love? You have seen the horrors of war!” She stepped closer. “I would gladly cast myself into a loveless sexless union to spare my own from such a fate.”

Ser Vicor rubbed his wrists as we untied him. “You are indeed a noble woman. But you worry over much. I shall not force any of your own into such a fate. If they all desire to not allow me the chance to ignite what is true love within her, then I will depart and will accept my fate to be alone.”

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“I will.” I blurted out. Seeing his resolve, the sorrow in his eyes, the way he resisted beyond all we could offer….the way he spoke of true love….I had to know. “Tell me, what do you intend to do?”

Ser Vicor locked his eyes with me, and I felt a sudden thrill rush through my being. “You and I shall dance... together. And it will be unlike any other dance you have done, seen, or could imagine. And if you feel nothing for me I shall depart…. But I believe that the goddess’ intention of her creation of your kind is still locked within you. I want to see if it is true. I want to see if it is possible….will you allow me the chance?”

I nodded. “Very well!”

"What is your name?"

"Aya."

Ser Vicor nodded and produced a scroll. “Aya, forgive me, but I need to turn this den of seduction to something more fitting. Please stand back everyone.”

I stood back and Ser Vicor recited a strange spell. A wave of magic power rippled through the room and illusion transformed it all into something I’ve seen in books. A representation of renaissance style of a far away land.

I heard several gasps and saw that our clothing had changed to reflect modest attire that covered all but our upper chest and shoulders.

I looked down and saw that even my apparitions of milk now flowed over a snow-white dress that stopped just above the top of my feet.

Ser Vicor’s attire did not change; it was the garb and tunic of a paladin. He reached out with his arm and held his hand out for me.

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The others gave a slight gasp as I took his hand. A few glowing orbs descended from the ceiling, seeming to steal the light and shift the scenery yet again. We now stood on the seaside with our temple behind us. The illusion was so real, I could smell the sea air, the wind billowed my dress and hair, bringing his manly scent to my lungs and mind. More glowing orbs descended and a soft, slow music began to play as Ser Vicor pulled me close and we started to sway.

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His motions were slow but sure. He certainly knew what he was doing….and he….

His gaze never left my eyes…..never once roamed my body….and I…..

My legs never felt so weak….my arms never felt so needing to hold another…..

I never danced so slowly, so purposefully….and never was I so out of breath….no...my breath was taken away….

The music swelled, the waves crashed, the seagulls cried out to the world that was lit by the starry sky and the setting sun.

The music crescendoed again and he pulled my body to be right next to his. I could no longer hold my arms out, and rested them against his chest along with my head. My whole being was swept away by the wind...by the moment….by his heartbeat thundering a slow steady rhythm while mine was overwhelmed like the trembling heart of a captive bird….desperate, and so full of longing….

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And at last I heard it….the voice of my goddess…..

She told me that I was the first in a long, long time that could hear the dance and song that was love.

That she had sent this singular Paladin here to show me, to show us all what we had forgotten.

My vision blurred as I noticed my sisters wiping their eyes, a pained expression upon them all as they watched me....fall in love……

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Ser Vicor took my hand and brought me into a delicate spin as the music faded and re-embraced me, our hearts not even inches apart. His strong and powerful one, with mine now so stricken and vulnerable.

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“Aya, will you be my wife?” He said in a whisper.

I was so desperate to be his wife! So desperate to taste this love he had...for it to be mine! Oh!

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“Yes, I will.” I begged.

He guided my chin, and brought his lips to mine, turning my entire body to fire, forcing me to struggle to stay conscious! Oh! I thought I would faint!

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But even if I did….my love...my husband would hold on to me still.

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The song ended, and my husband lowered  slightly and picked me up as his bride and walked from the temple that I now could not wait to leave behind.

I caught the wet eyes and face of the Grand Damme just before we left.

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“Please….do not forget...” I whispered, and closed my eyes and rested in the arms of love incarnate…. in the arms of my husband...