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Teasing words that dare my inhibitions

Stripping away the shy exterior

To reveal bare flesh for your eyes only

A hiss through gritted teeth

I respond with the tremor of my thighs

Every second; longer than the next

Anticipation building…..climbing

Almost dizzy as I await your touch

Bedroom eyes stare to the wall

Heated breath escapes my parted lips

Rounded buttocks flinch at the slightest sound

You’re behind me, I know you’re there

Hair pulled back, caught within fingers tight

Never will I resist you

For this night you shall have your fill

My body….my sacrifice

The surrender to be the sweetest thing

 

~RB~

 

 

Washing your cares away – The Embassy : PD

A romantic yaoi tale of the Ambassador, and his love Nicholas.  Co-written with Tsu. Continuing on from “Kiss me” – The Embassy.

Tsu:

 

Never in his life would he of imagined what he was doing at this very moment, it had gone very far. Oh how this was well to end shortly, he wondered if he’d request more. Maybe later on in the days or some other time but, he was enjoying it surprisingly. Something about the act he was performing made him want to please Valmont fully and he seemed to be doing just great. Keeping his eyes closed he could imagine his face and smiled at the thought. Feeling the small buck, Nicholas would continue on, his head moving up and down the length. Taking it fully in each time, his hands slightly still squeezing a bit on the lower part, massaging in a way. Nicholas would of moved his head a bit faster, up and down quicker and quicker. Slowly he would let moans slide out from his lips, letting them vibrate against him. After a couple of minutes of repeating, he’d taste the pre and smiled a bit, lifting his head for a second.

” You taste lovely. ” Nicholas said, eyes open and looking at him.

Once he put his head down again, he’d take the tip in once more. Simply letting moans vibrate against the tip only, one hand continued pulling and massaging his testes, while the free hand grabbed hold of the length and started rubbing hard, running it up and down. While both hands went to work Nic’s eyes would look up to watch Val’s reactions, working his little lips off on his tip with moans and sucking.

 

Razorbackwriter:

 

Embassy of Hell

Those eyes. Such beautiful eyes. When he lifted his head back and Valmont tipped his head to stare down at his lover, he knew just how far he had fallen. Before he could whisper the words that he felt, Nicholas went to it again. His head down and Valmont instantly let out a cry as it was getting all too much for him to keep from exploding. Nicholas was now using his hands and his lips together, so the physical feeling mixed with the visuals was sending him right over the edge. There was now sweat running down his chest, as it heaved violently. Taking in sharp breathes and holding them as he grit his teeth. Lust spiraling out of control now. He looked down to see Nic watching him with his hands working vigorously to bring him to the end. At that point he stared down lower at his lover’s chest, and that was where he wanted to release his seed. Valmont brought a hand down to push Nicholas’s shoulder back with his other hand closing over Nic’s that was working his shaft. Together their hands moved at the same speed and with a deep throated growl, he reached his peak. Small jets of his white sex spraying onto Nic’s pinkish chest. Nicholas would be able to watch his lover’s face as he squinted his eyes tight with each release.

When he was spent, he was still trying to catch his breath but could not hide his smile. Sure he had made a mess of his lover, but to watch his face as he came was more than worth it.

“Now, you really need that shower.” Valmont joked as he reached for a cloth and handed it to Nicholas.

 

~RB~

 

Tsu:

 

The smell and sense of pleasure coming off Valmont was noticeable, he knew he was enjoying this very much. He had been doing a good job and was happy with it. Quietly he continued on slowly, only teasing the tip more and more with small sucks. He could see the sweat and his chest heaving, he was getting close and it was indeed his time to finally fully take him in. Both hands and his mouth kept on working, more and more. Feeling Valmont push his shoulder back a bit, his mouth coming off and his hand moving with his. Hearing the growl the next thing he noticed was his white sex coming, to say at least it was sure a site. The first time Valmont had done it was inside and he couldn’t see it then but, not this was close up. A small chuckle came from his lips at his words, indeed he needed a shower. Taking the cloth he’d go to wipe himself, cleaning his chest off and slightly licking Valmont once cleaning the residue left.

” You’re free to join me, I think it’d be much better. ” Nicholas said curiously as he got up and leaned over his lovers larger form, taking his lips in a swift and soft kiss.

Removing his lips back off, he’d stand and his hair hung down, over his shoulders and chest. Not being shy had indeed washed away from Nicholas appearance in front of him. He didn’t need to feel so nervous in front of him anymore, it was something he enjoyed a lot. Walking over he’d pick up his shirt and slid it on his body, standing there in just a shirt and his white hair messed in a craze everywhere. Picking up his remaining cloths he opened the door and put his head out, peaking around the corner. There wasn’t anyone so, he was free to go, not that it mattered much. Looking back once more at Valmont, he’d give a small wink and shut the door with a click. If Valmont followed it’d be so they both could simply enjoy a non sexual fest in the bathtub or shower, he wouldn’t push luck on it. A soft humming coming from his lips as he walked down and to his room.

 

 

Razorbackwriter:

 

Embassy of Hell

Valmont couldn’t help but smile as he watched Nicholas put on just a simple shirt, before heading off to the nearest bathroom to clean up. It was amusing to just sit back and watch as he walked out of the room, giving Val an eagle eye view of his bare backside. One that he so wanted to smack. The door closed and then Valmont tilted his head back and let out a sigh. What on earth had he done? Was it lust, or love that caused him to act the way he did? It was all so fast, that even now as he was on his own and able to gather his thoughts that he was coming to realize the extent of what had happened between them. There was no running away from it though. Valmont was in love with Nicholas. He raked his fingers through his silver locks and pursed his lips together. He didn’t want to hide this from the world. Nor did he want Nicholas to ever feel ashamed about it. Valmont had accepted him as he was, for who he was. God, he had just made love to him for hours.

“I love him.” Those three words rang out through his mind. He know he said it to Nicholas, and now he was repeating it to himself. As incredible as it was. He had fought against his own nature, and found what he was looking for after all these years in the man that had been at his side for just as long.

Feeling reassured now in his own mind, Valmont finally got up off the couch and surveyed the room. Yep, they really did a number on it. The maids are going to be in for fun cleaning this up. Walking over to the place where he took off his shirt, he picked it up in a swooping action, before putting it back on. No doubt Nicholas got a head start on that bath. Valmont decided he would join him. Going over to the bar, he went in behind and pulled out a bottle of chilled champagne and two crystal flutes, before he too headed out of the office and sauntered down to the bathroom where he could hear noises coming from.

He didn’t even knock, pushing the door open with his bare backside and waltzing in.

“I brought some bubbles, to help us enjoy a bubble bath better.” This was all said with a cheeky grin.

~RB~

 

Tsu:

 

Thoughts had swarmed through Nicholas head as he prepped the bath. Turning the water on he’d feel it to make sure it was warm enough. Standing up he had heard Valmont come in and with bubbles, it was nice of him. He’d walk over and take it from his hand, opening and pouring a little into the bath. The soap would start to rise with the water, setting the container down he sat for a moment and looked at Val. Taking this moment he looked over him, he was really handsome and how he had gotten lucky. A small blush rose to his cheeks from thoughts of earlier, closing his legs and groaning some.

” The bubble will make it more splendid, the champagne will be good to. ” He said finally getting up and walking over to him.

While he held onto the bottle of wine he’d wrap his arms around his neck and leaned up, giving a small kiss. After he’d let go and walk out of the bathroom into his room. Looking around he’d go to the dror to get two robs and some towels hanging, walking back into the bathroom. He’d set the towels down and the others on the sink, the water would be ready as he’d walk to turn it off. Nicholas would strip off the shirt he had on, wiggling his behind towards Valmont some. Moments later he’d get into the tub, sinking down and his hair starting to get wet. He looked a bit small since the tub was huge, looking over at him he’d smile a little.

” Well then, lets bath Val.” He said finally

 

Razorbackwriter:

 

Embassy of Hell

Talk about cheeky. Valmont couldn’t help but chuckle softly at Nicholas’s antics. He was now embracing this new found self confidence, and it was a joy to see. Even if the view was of that wiggling ass. Valmont slowly peeled off his shirt, as the taps to the bath were finally turned off. The water was steaming and you could see the rise of heat that came from the bubbles. It all looked so inviting. Course, there was the bottle of champagne that he had brought. That would need opening. Unwinding the metal tie, Valmont mused softly to himself. A light hum while he worked the cork till it came off with a loud pop! Good thing that Valmont knew how to open a bottle correctly so that none of the precious bubbly was lost. He tilted the bottle and poured them both a glass each, before setting the bottle down upon the vanity. Already the mirrors in the bathroom had fogged up, and with a dimming of the lights the setting couldn’t have been more romantic.

“I can’t remember the last time I enjoyed a bubble bath. Well, not like this anyways.” Taking a bath with a lover was a new experience, and one that Valmont planned to relish.

Setting down the glasses on the bath edge, he stepped into the water – one leg at a time. It was hot…damn hot, but enjoyable. Valmont released a sigh as he let himself lower into the waters, all the while watching his lover who know had the edges of his hair getting wet. it only made him look more attractive.

Valmont took both glasses, and then handed one to Nicholas.

“To a new adventure….” Valmont went to tap the edge of his crystal flute to Nicholas’s. The choice of words for the toast were unusual, but they held a lot of meaning. Valmont hoped that this budding new romance was one that had a future, though it was bound to lead them into uncharted waters, thus the implication that any path they took together was an adventure.

After taking a sip, Valmont asked. “So, how long have you wanted me to be your lover?’ Talk about being direct.

~RB~

 

Tsu:

 

Embassy of Hell

 



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Nicholas had sat there and watched Valmont get in, talking about the first time taking a bath like this. A small chuckle escaped his lips as he got in. It was amazing to see him naked over and over again, something he’d have to get use to. Once Valmont handed him the glass he took it and let it go against his in the toast. This would indeed bring many adventures, he was willing to go on each and everyone one of them with him.

Yes, there will be many new adventures and new experiences, hopefully.” He said to him.

Nicholas had turned himself so he was sitting in front of Valmont, legs together and neat. He was small so he’d be able to fit easily between him and in the tub. It was one of those perks of being small though in the long run it wasn’t very helpful. A lot of things were needed to be done with higher height. The thoughts washed away as he took a sip of his wine, chocking a bit at the direct question. Nicholas patted his chest some coughing once, that was Valmont for you. He wondered on when he did start thinking about that. Lost in thought he took another quick drink and set it on the side, looking at Valmont.

” Lets see.. a couple of months ago. Over the time of working under you and watching you, I just kinda fell for you. I wasn’t sure how but, it happened. With all the ‘clients’ and things you have and cause of how I was made, I didn’t honestly think we’d come this far. But, now I know that things can happen for the impossible.” Nicholas said with a smile.

He laid his head back in the water to soak his hair fully, it draping against his face now. Lifting up a bottle of soap he’d squirt some into a sponge.

” So.. who’s going to get cleaned first? ” The boy asked with a small playful smirk.

 

 

 

Kiss me – The Embassy : PD

 

Razorbackwriter:

 

Embassy of Hell

There was a great thrill for Valmont, to see his lover becoming so assertive. A new found freedom and perhaps even comfort in his own being as he was truly accepted by Valmont for being what he was. The Ambassador’s eyes glistened as he watched Nicholas come down off the table. and walk towards him. Feeling his arms come around his neck and pull the larger male towards him. Ready for anything. Valmont released a pleasured grunt that growled up from the pit of his stomach. Nicholas didn’t have to do much at all it seemed to please the incubus. That soft voice, saying that he was glad that his search was over.

Valmont reached around and cupped Nicholas’s buttocks in his large hands, when he clamored up him and then starte to kiss him with a renewed sense of love. He did it so effortlessly, and there was no way that Valmont minded, in fact he was seriously enjoying the body contact again. He carried his lover over to the large velvet love chair and laid Nicholas’s body down. He wanted to do more than just kiss him. Oh there was so much more. He wanted to show Nicholas how to simply enjoy being loved, touched and adored. Valmont was more than experienced in this area, and started off by running his hands up and down Nicholas’s chest. It didn’t matter that he had no breasts to speak of. They were just part of the anatomy missing, but surely when Valmont’s lips brushed against his nipples, he would feel that spark. That delicious sensation that would have him crying out in lustful tones.

Valmont hovered over Nicholas, teasing each nip with his tongue, while he started to go lower. The zone where it was so very much that of a woman. It was one thing to be inside him, yes that gave him pleasure, but a whole different story when simply pleasing him as a woman should be.

Like a large wolf, he started to lap his tongue through Nicholas’s folds. His tongue so rough against the suppleness of Nicholas’s clit lips. Nicholas could also see the way his head came up and then down again and again, as his husky voice let out satisfied moans. Enjoying the taste of his lover.

~RB~

 

Tsu:

 

It was exciting to say at least, the love and touching in this. He hadn’t expected to be carried but, he was. Keeping the kissing going as long as he could, it released once he was laid on the chair. His long white hair was in a mess and all sprawled out under him again, it was truly a site. Small jerks made Nicholas body move from the kissing, once he reached the nipple he would simply let out small soft moans. This is what you called teasing and this would indeed been his first time experiencing it, it wasn’t bad. Something inside him was edging him on to be daring but, he didn’t at the moment. Feeling his tongue working, pleasure shot through him.

” Oh Valmont, oh god. Valmont.. Hng. ” Nicholas moaned out loudly, his body slightly arching.

Moments later Nicholas hands went down and to Valmonts hair. Moments later he’d fine them in his hair, grabbing and pulling at his long locks. Feeling his body squirm a bit, he’d continue moaning out his name. It was something that would escape his lips a lot. This was a true pleasure and he was enjoying it. Seconds later his eyes would close and he bit his lip a bit, he would make sure to repay him after.

 

Razorbackwriter:

 

Embassy of Hell

Nicholas’s taste was exquisite, but what made it even more enjoyable was how he responded to Nicholas’s attentions. The gripping of his hair and forcing him down showed just how much Nic wanted this. Feeling empowered at this stage that he could direct his lover as he pleased. The moment that Valmont feel him tense and shudder, he withdrew and licked his lips happily. Propping himself up on the couch and just stroking Nicholas’s knee as he lay there – spent.

“You are more addictive than wine, my love.” Valmont said huskily as he tipped his head back on the couch and just let all the worries in the world go for now. It was like spending time with Nicholas like this as being a good way to ease the stresses of the day, but not only that, he had found himself a new lover and one that had been right under his nose the whole time.

Thoughts turned towards Zachary for a moment, and Valmont let out a sigh. He didn’t plan on telling Zach right away. Not while this was so very new. He would always make sure that Nicholas was happy with the choices that they made together as a couple. Unified.

It was the way it should be. Valmont being very aware that coming out to him was a really huge deal. It begged the question, would this change Nicholas’s behavior? Feeling more at peace in his own skin, knowing that he was loved and accepted for what and who he is.

Glancing down at Nicholas lovingly, Valmont said. “If you want to go take a shower, I won’t stop you.” Figuring that after everything that might be a good idea. They had barely gotten back, and after their tryst in the office, Nicholas might feel more refreshed after being washed.

“I’ll wait here of course.” Said with a content smile, as he made no move to go and get dressed or change himself.

~RB~

 

Tsu:

 

Haze and pleasure had been the two things Nicholas felt at this moment. You could say he was in a blissful state and it felt nice, feeling him move he relaxed. Slightly his head moved and chuckled at his comment, was he that good? It made him ponder as he snickered a little after.

” Do I really taste that good? ” He asked quietly.

He thought back to what happened, it was really exquisite. One thing he felt good about is that Valmont obviously loved the way he was. The only other person who had known about him was Zachary and he wondered how he’d take it with them. It should be fine for them to be open? It was a question he wondered, granted he didn’t want to give away himself so it’d be tricky. With a soft sigh he smiled as he told him to go take a shower.

” Ahn, no. I got something else in mind, you’ve pleased me, let me please you. ” Nicholas said with a smirk, what did he mean?

Sitting up Nicholas would move to crawl down towards Valmonts waist, his hand sliding against his inner thigh. His soft lips went to kiss his right nipple, sliding his tongue around and moving over to the left, doing the same. His lips stayed on each nipple for a minute, slightly sucking and nipping. After a couple he’d make his way down with kisses, kissing the bottom of his length. Slowly he’d kiss up the side, kissing the tip and then slightly licking, licking down the the opposite side. A smirk came to his lips, his hair falling around as he moved it to the side a bit. Nicholas would place his lips onto the tip and gently rolled his tongue around, sucking and taking only a little in at a time, teasing him.

 

Razorbackwriter:

 

Embassy of Hell

Valmont was hardly expecting that Nicholas would turn the tables on him. Already well sated from their tryst thus far, he was thinking that the young man would indeed wish to go and wash the grime from the trip off, along with the remains of their sexual encounter. However, it was Nicholas moving across to him. Crawling upon the floor as he had a delicious smirk upon his sweet lips.

” Ahn, no. I got something else in mind, you’ve pleased me, let me please you. ”

The ambassador’s eyebrow shot up at this. “Oh do share what you have on your mind, I think I might enjoy it.” Oh Valmont knew that whatever the boy thought that it was going to be good. Valmont’s lips parted as he was now salivating as he watched his young lover. The feel of his fingers skirting up his inner thigh made his blood sizzle. The impending attentions were going to drive him wild, there was no doubt. It was then his tongue met with Valmont’s nipple.

“Hnnnng…” He couldn’t even put a word together, just a sound that was like a croak if anything. “Nic…” Another breathless response, as he moved his hand to stroke Nicholas’s back gently. Not so much guiding him…no just wanting him to know he was indeed pleased. The way that he moved his lips, the light flicking of his tongue was incredible, especially from one that had not had much experience in the erotic arts. If anything he was a fast learner. Swallowing hard, Valmont arched his back and edged his hips outward as though presenting himself to Nicholas. Rock hard and eager once more. This was the moment he waited for, and his head lowered right on the mark of time when Nicholas took to his aching member with those same sweet lips. Nicholas was now…beautiful and tender. A gentleness in his touch.

“Yes….oh yes. More…please….take more.” He begged.

~RB~

 

Tsu:

 

Nicholas had continued on his acts of teasing only just the tip, removing his mouth after a second. He was going to give him more but, why not just tease him a little more? Slowly he just simply let his tongue slide up and down, around and up over the tip. Continuing that as his hand crawled up to run over his testes, slowly circling around each ball slowly. Mere moments later he’d grab a hold of the two, squeezing and slightly tugging a bit. Maybe it wasn’t as pleasurable but, he had to test and see how his mate worked. His tongue swirling just a bit more and stopping, looking up at him.

” You look rather cute, begging like that. But I’ll give more, my.. lover.” Nicholas had said the first part in a teasing matter but, was slightly serious on the last note.

Once again he’d place his lips back to the tip, setting them there, not moving at all. Finally his head would slide down as he took in the tip fully, his lips sliding down inch by inch, taking in more and more of the hardness. About half way he’d stop and then moved his head back up, pushing it down seconds after. His head would continue on in doing bobbing motions, taking in more from the middle every time, eventually reaching the end. It felt funny at first, feeling it all in and down his throat but, it wasn’t as bad. Nicholas would close his eyes gently and continued on again, his hands still circling under the shaft.

 

Razorbackwriter:

 

Embassy of Hell

Never before had Valmont had to beg for anything in a sexual manner. Always been the one to initiate and give pleasure as he saw fit. But to actually beg Nicholas…to spur him to do more was all too easy to do. He completely surrendered to his young lover. A light chuckle came from him when Nicholas was so bold to say that Valmont was cute when he begged.
Cute? That was a new word to describe the Ambassador. Valmont reached down with both hands. His fingers gracing Nicholas’s cheeks, only to push back to draw Nic’s hair back behind his ears. That image of how he looked with his lips just touching the very tip of Valmont’s length could not be described as cute. it was so sinfully erotic. Valmont ran his tongue across his upper lip, letting it poke at the side just a moment as his fingers continued to move through Nich’s hair until they were to meet at the back of his head. He wanted to apply light pressure as though to give him just a bit of control as he felt he needed. But Nicholas was way ahead of him, already pushing his head down freely, much to Valmont’s desire and delight. He panted hard as his jaw slackened. The subtle way that his young lover tugged on his balls as he took him deep into his mouth was almost all consuming. Valmont’s head fell back on the chair and he kneaded Nicholas’s head with his finger tips.

“Oh God….Love….yes, that’s it.” Nichoas started a rhythm that had Valmont so aroused, he couldn’t help but buck a bit on the chair. His need growing, as did the thickness within Nic’s mouth. The ambassador toyed with Nic’s hair – pulling it gently, then releasing when Nicholas took him in all the way. Loud grunts mixed with moans were now filling the room. His hands moved to Nic’s shoulders as he let them rest there and let his lover take him as he wanted. A little pre leaked from the tip, so now Nic would have a taste of his lover’s sex. At this rate there was going to be so much more to come.

~RB~

 

 

The Heat of the Moment – The Embassy : PD

The Heat of the Moment.

 

 

Tsu:  It had been really nice to be like this, just sitting there and nothing going on. He listened to the words and let out a small chuckle, it was indeed funny how Valmont acted sometimes.

” Just a scratch? It is not, it’s a gash that was treated.” He said towards him and let a small sigh escape his lips.

Hearing about the last statement he only nodded his head in agreement. Zachary was a powerful person and he would do good in bringing back the two. It had been a sad night but, it was slowly getting better and Nicholas would make sure Valmont wouldn’t do something stupid but, he didn’t know what was to happen. Seeing Val’s hand move to undo the second button and then another, along with another and it being completely open. It took a second to sink in on what he was doing, lost in thoughts for the moment. Feeling something soft hit his shoulders he realized that Valmont had moved closer and Nicholas hair was down. ‘It looks much better down.’ that comment along made his face heat up with redness slightly.

Shocked beyond belief was the right term to use for Nicholas right now. Feeling himself pulled into him, against his chest only made his body slightly heat up more. Nicholas could smell the hunger and feelings coming off Valmont and he wasn’t surprised, Val was attracted to females. He knew this was clear enough as to why he was doing what he was doing right now to him. Did Nicholas want to go through with this? It was a conflicting feeling he had at that moment, he didn’t want to end up regretting or hurting later.

” Valm-.. “ Nicholas was about to protest but, he had been cut off with lips pressed against his own.

Feeling his hips against Valmonts he could indeed feel it, pressing into him and it was rather arousing. His breath had hitched a bit in the kiss and he had hummed a ‘Mhm’ to the question. After a second he lost it, he had started kissing him back. Gladly opening his lips to allow his tongue inside, being greeted by his own tongue. Nicholas had moved a bit to sit completely on Valmont’s lap, his legs on the side of his waist on both sides. As there bodies danced upon each other, Nic’s hands would wonder around his chest, undoing his shirt and pulling it off, just as he had to him. Feeling his bare skin against him he was slightly down about not having something besides flatness but, that was just the female part talking again.

Nicholas hand had slid down Valmonts chest down to his lower waist, over his pants and under Nicholas himself. It was surprising what he did next, he had grabbed a hold of his growth and gently squeezed, releasing after. Be it Nicholas hadn’t had intercourse before he knew what to do, his body not of his own and reacting on its own in many ways, Nicholas hadn’t felt this way before.

 

Razorbackwriter:  

Embassy of Hell 

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What they were doing in a sense was taboo, and against everything that Valmont ever thought he was capable of. But this feeling simply wouldn’t die. The more that they kissed, the harder that Valmont grew, and of course when Nicholas moved his hand down and grabbed a hold of his aching shaft, Valmont was lost to the moment. He let out a loud growl of intense pleasure. Nicholas may not have been experienced in the arts of love making, but he sure knew how to get a handle on things. It was only when Nic released him that the incubus wanted to excite him further. His hand fumbled as it undid the belt that held up Nicholas’s pants, and with liquid like reflexes, he was able to get his hand into Nicholas’s pants, and delve between what he found to be sweet wet folds of skin.

“There you are.” Valmont whispered in a husky voice, now moving his lips to Nicholas’s neck – feasting on his soft skin with well trained lips. His fingers sliding in and out of Nic’s wet lower lips, till he found the entrance to what was the jewel that he sought. He brought his head back as one hand was supporting Nicholas’s buttocks, the other was now delving deeper to drive Nicholas wild with desire and want. There was going to be no stopping the incubus, now that he had his fingers teasing his entrance so eagerly.

“I want to be inside you.” Valmont stared at Nicholas breathing harder. His fingers pushing their way inside – one first….then the second as he watched Nicholas’s face for a reaction. It didn’t matter anymore that Nicholas was half and half. He had found the woman that was hidden behind the veil and now he wanted to claim Nicholas as his.

~RB~

 

Tsu: 

 

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Haze had filled Nicholas vision for a couple of seconds. He wasn’t entirely sure what was happening, it felt to amazing to figure what was real. Feeling him harden more against him, a small smirk came to his lips. A moment later something happened that simply aroused him beyond going back. Hearing his husky voice he leaned his head back in pleasure. Oh how it was effecting him so much, before he knew it he was moaning his name out as he continued diving in.

” Hmn, oh god Valmont.. Valmont, oh Val.. “ He had said, his breath hitching up higher.

He could feel how wet it was, his face completely flushed now. Nicholas figured he’d return the same pleasure, something he was looking forward too. Letting his hand slide down his chest and undo his pant button, just like he did and slid his hand in. Moving about he’d slide his hand in between the hole of his boxers, grabbing a hold of his hard shaft. Slowly his hand would start moving up and down it, stroking and squeezing slightly, teasing him.

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” I-I-I-I want you inside me too, Valmont. “ The flushed male said.

This had been a really joyful experience and he loved it. His hand would continue on moving, his head going forward and taking his lips to Valmont’s neck, sucking. Slowly he’d continue on doing that while continuing his actions below. Nicholas was willingly going to give himself to Val tonight.

Razorbackwriter;  Embassy of Hell

The quiet of the office became filled with the light stuttering from Nicholas and the more vocal grunts coming from Valmont. The pair were now engaged in touching the other, exploring and feeling. Their desires were now rising steadily. It was only a matter of time now before they took it to the dizzying next level. This…this was so wrong and yet it felt so right and amazing. The simplest of erotic pleasures had them both feverish with want. Valmont tilted his head back just a little as he allowed Nicholas to kiss at his neck. He was responding beautifully. It was like music to hear him whisper in short bursts between the feather light kisses.

Hmn, oh god Valmont.. Valmont, oh Val.. “ How long he had waited to hear his name said with such passion, such fire. It burned into the ambassador’s mind, as his fingers thrust deeper and deeper into his new lover. Such heat and so wet. Oh he was ready. More than ready. Valmont’s hips started to rock back and forth in time with the way in which Nicholas’s fingers stroked him with more force. Squeezing…so tight. A promise of what awaited him.

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” I-I-I-I want you inside me too, Valmont. “ It was said…and the look on Valmont’s face was one of amazement blended with euphoria. Sliding his fingers out of his lover’s wetness, he brought them up to his own lips and sucked off the dew, closing his eyes at the taste. Valmont set Nicholas down for a moment, only to lower his pants till he kicked them off on the floor. With both men now sheading their cloth, it was indeed a beautiful sight. Valmont’s eyes drinking in Nicholas’s body. Truth was, he was beautiful. Exquisite. Unaware that this was the very first act of intimacy that Nicholas had ever experienced, Valmont was preparing to take his lover to the moon and back.

With one hand, he swept everything off his desk so it all went crashing to the floor. He cared not for the noise that it made, or the mess. So out of character. With a look of intense hunger, he picked Nicholas up and then laid him down on the table so his hair fanned out in a beautiful fan around his face. He brought one of Nicholas’s legs up to drape over his own shoulder, as he pushed the other leg back so the knee faced up. Now, with his ripeness exposed, Valmont started to slowly rub his full grown length between the slick folds of his clit. Valmont’s jaw slackened as he closed his eyes and continued to move his hips back and forth. The dew of Nicholas’s sex was now coating Valmont’s member to the point it glistened. Hard and pink.

Opening his eyes, he stared down at Nicholas, and uttered in a deep voice riddled with lustful intent.

“You shall want no other after me.”

The final words….and Valmont took his shaft into his hand and pushed it to the opening, pressing once…twice, before sliding in. Going deeper…deeper, till their skin met, and he had him whole. Valmont let out a cry that was of joy and intense satisfaction. Tighter than any woman he had had before, Nicholas was truly special. And he was Valmont’s.

“Say my name….call to me. Beg for more.”~RB~ 

Wild abandon – GS.

Scene setting : Elissa’s apartment.

co-written with VunG.

 

VunG:  Well that certainly did the trick. Elissa had been hoping she’d goad him into something, though perhaps she hadn’t been ready for how eagerly he went into it. Heck, she thought that he was just a guy who went with the flow of whatever the girl was like, playing sub if she was dom, and dom if she was sub. Instead, however, she got far more than she’d bargained for, and she was more than happy for it.

Surprisingly, she didn’t fall over when he shot up, though she was very visibly surprised… and distracted for when he went for her legs. That got her over right away, landing with a bounce onto her back, yet surprisingly even to herself she found herself letting out a laugh at that. And then she beheld her position, and almost immediately she saw just how this was going to go. He had her damn well, smack on her back with her legs held rather conveniently open, stuck leaning her head up to look up at him as he stood over her, that triumphant grin telling her all that she needed to know. He was more than comfortable in the dominant position, and for the first time in a very long time she found herself bottoming out. Heh, well, so much for the tender cuddling; this was going to be interesting.

To his somewhat unnecessary words, she ‘purred’ and gave an eager grin and a thumbs up. Someone ring the bell, damn it. As he leaned forward and began nibbling at her nipple, she promptly let out a soft, satisfied sigh, her good hand going up to his shoulders just to have something to hold onto, and the other reaching down to toy with herself to make sure to get fully back into the mood. Ah… that feeling of his mouth sent shivers down her spine; she never knew what it was about that kind of touch, but it always got her going something fierce. God, he knew how to do this work; this better become a regular thing for them.

 

Razorbackwriter:  God, that purr of hers. It was dead sexy and was like waving a red flag at a bull. The thumbs up was a bit cheesy, but at this point Tommy simply didn’t care. He’d been given the green light, so to speak. Not that he needed it, Tommy was intent to show Elissa that he had it, when he felt like it. His head lifted from her bosom, but his teeth were attached to her nipple – pulling it taut till he finally let it go. That was sure to give her more than a tingle. A little pain hurt no one. With his arms hooked around her legs, he yanked her hard so that she was pressed up to his waiting member, that was once again engorged and throbbing. Elissa had already started to tease herself with her fingers, to help speed things along, but he wasn’t going to wait.

Straightening himself up, he lined up the head and then in one powered thrust, he forced himself within her with a loud grunt. No more growls – this was going to get pretty hot and heavy. Watching her body slide forward as he took her in earnest, he drew out slightly, before powering in three rapid hip thrusts that were like pistons firing up inside an engine. To get even closer in, he took her right leg and threw it over his shoulder gaining him even closer range. Her ass rising slightly off the bed as he reached for her shoulder and then started to rock his hips back and forth at a furious pace. Every thrust brought from him a labored grunt. His chest swelling and falling.

Tommy only lowered his head to enjoy the spectacle of watching her take it. Her bosoms like small jello molds – jiggling up and back in time to his rhythmic action. He could feel her inner walls clench and tighten around his growing length as he strived to fill her to the brim till she screamed his name.

~RB~

 

VunG:  Well, Elissa was practically asking for him to treat her rough, and that was exactly what she got. The feeling of her nipple getting pulled made her gasp in excitement, ignoring the pain and instead focusing on the electric feeling that shot through her. As he yanked her up to his head, she couldn’t help but feel a tremble of anticipation going through her, looking at his member expectantly then back up at him as she waited for him to get going, propping herself up on her arms in anticipation. And boy did he not wait, immediately making her gasp quickly with each thrust and tilt her head back, her back arching against the sudden rapid-fire pumps. Even before he got moving in earnest she felt herself tightening at the feeling, her fingers clenching at the bedsheets in preparation.

Of course, then that preparation was thrown off as he suddenly took her leg and put it over her shoulder, leaving her spread nice and wide for him as he prepared to get as far in as he could manage. Reaching up with her left hand, she pulled her left leg back as far as she could manage and still remain stable in this strange position, while her now helpless right hand tried to keep her nicely propped up, helping her backside to remain airborne. And then he began, and almost immediately she found herself feeling oddly overwhelmed by the ferocious pace. She did all she could to work with him, pulling on him with the leg he had over his shoulder with every thrust and move her own body to help a gyration, but that was all she could manage. Her mouth was left open as she was tossed about on her own bed like a ragdoll (or so it felt to her), her back arched and chest jiggling aggressively as Tommy continued his masterful work.

However, she refused to just let herself climax quickly, she wanted him to work for it, and she had pretty good self-control, though it was damn obvious from the raspy high-pitched growls escaping her that she was pretty damn pleasured; heck those were probably the closest she came to screaming. Her fingers dug into her sheets and leg, respectively, and she looked at him, biting her lip hard, trying very hard to look like she was resisting his attempts to get her to finish before him, not very well obviously. Eventually she would jolt, not in finish but just as he struck into her in a particular way, and she would seem to briefly fight him, reflexively (and shockingly successfully) croaking, “Tommy!”

 

Razorbackwriter:  You could see the redness of Tommy’s teeth marks on the dark circle of her areola. Her breasts shaking back and forth violently, as Tommy gave no quarter. This was their second time within an hour and he knew it was going to take a bit to get her worked up to experiencing a screaming orgasm. Beads of sweat were forming upon Tommy’s torso and forehead – a single droplet rolling down the line of his cheek bone as he clenched his jaw and snorted hard through his nostrils. She dared him to give no quarter and he rose valiantly to the challenge. The bed protested and groaned with the force of the two lovers. Tommy’s eyes roamed over Elissa, who was now clutching at the bed sheets for support, but they would soon give way to tearing if Tommy had any say in it. With his hand firmly clasped to her thigh as he used it to gain full access he could only sneer as Elissa let out a strangled version of his name. Almost croaking as he found her pleasure spot.

At her cry, Tommy pulled out from her and did something totally unexpected. He snatched up the tie that had been discarded earlier and draped it around his neck. Tommy then used his grip on her leg to flip her over onto her stomach. Again being very much in charge.

“Relax….” He chortled, whilst taking the tie and reaching forward to wrap it around her neck. Tommy would then pull back enough that she could only lift her head back or find her breathing to become difficult. Slamming down his palm at her side, he then started to rub his length teasingly along the crack of her ass, her back having to give and arch as he had hold of her neck via the tie. This was extreme, but the shock should be enough to awaken the tiger within her.

His thickened member was already lubed from her own juices and made it all too easy to tease her with. Biting her shoulder (the good one), he whispered.

:”How about letting me in the back door?”

~RB~

 

VunG:  Sweat seemed to be pouring off of Elissa, her skin slick and beads rolling off her forehead heavily. Her cheeks were flushed red, her throat raw as a butcher’s shop, she could practically feel herself dripping, and she was pretty certain that her sheets weren’t going to survive the morning. And that was exactly how she wanted it. Of course, imagine her [very brief] displeasure when after getting her special spot struck Tommy, rather than continue pushing for that, pulled himself out. Of course, before she could even make any sign of displeasure, she noticed him reaching for something and realized that he had something in mind. Before she could get a good look at whatever he had snatched up she found herself bodily flipped over, and that sense of disappointment evaporated at the manhandling, eager to see what he had in mind.

She actually resisted the feel of the tie a little bit, in spite of his words, though not with any conviction since she figured there was a reason he was doing that; it just felt strange. However, at the pressure, she obediently tilted her head back, laying on her stomach and gripping the sheets and bending her legs out to grant him plenty of access. As he felt his member touch against her backside, she arched even without the encouragement of the tie, another excited gasp escaping her as she realized what he was planning to do. This wasn’t actually something she’d bothered to try, no particular reason it just never occurred to her; but hell if the rest of this was anything to go then this was going to be quite the experience. Hell, between her own juices and the way that his member felt slick against her backside she suspected that it would be easier going in than most times, but regardless she knew that her sheets were getting shredded.

As she felt him bite her shoulder, she let out another heady purr, arching into his touch, not caring at all about whatever marks she might have after this. To his question, she let out another purr and pressed her backside against him encouragingly, eyes turning as much towards his as she could and gave him a look so longing you would think she was being starved. While she couldn’t do so, if she had her voice she would have growled, ‘Yes! Whichever door! Just get back to it!’ She was still swimming from his actions before as well as from some strange semi-masochistic excitement, and she had no intention of letting her engines spool down.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Tommy casually licked the bite mark upon Eliss’a shoulder – his tongue making small circles, knowing full well that she was now aching to have him take her once more. The pleasured purrs had a distinct sound to it. From a solid base and rising in pitch. Oh she wanted it bad. Having pulled out at the right time, in his view; he was staving off the inevitable. Tommy’s hot breath blew upon the wetness of the spot where his tongue had been – all the while he was pulling a little more on the tie. Giving a commanding hold over her. She wanted it rough? That was exactly how it was to be. No more soft and gently, this girl liked it hard and nasty. In fact, the view of her face as she turned to growl at him again was for him to get on with it. Do it! Do it now! Elissa pushed back with those sweet cheeks of hers – urging, encouraging him to use her and well.

“You want me? Don’t you?” Tommy’s voice had a down right husky edge as he pushed himself up to get right in behind her. Her round buttocks propped up for him – a right cat on heat. He could see the glistening of her lower sex and he gave that a slight rub with two fingers to tease her more. All the while his throbbing length tapped her left ass cheek. Tommy spanked that ass cheek and hard. Reinforcing his intent. The tie wound around his hand like a reign and he gave that a sharp tug. Tommy was going to ride this bitch till she couldn’t take anymore.

Lining up the shining head with his free hand, he placed it to the puckered opening and gave a little push – just enough to let her know he was ready. Tommy was rocking his hips slightly. Teasing that head to her opening. Such a sweet sight – her body glistening and arching all for him. Then he eased in just an inch, enough to make her yelp for sure. It was so fucking tight, that Tommy threw his head back and gasped. His right hand clasped her hip and he started to burrow in deeper…and deeper. The further he went, the pain was unbelievable. So TIGHT!. Even with the lubrication of her own juices, he could feel her inner walls resisting.

“Come on baby. push back” He growled, as he was now practically touching her ass with his thighs.

~RB~

 

VunG:  Agh! The damn teasing was nearly unbearable. Every tiny twitch of his body sent tingles across her skin, and every yank of the tie made her heart pound furiously in her ears. Even this short period of time showed just how much he enjoyed teasing her, to the point that she felt as if she might attempt to fight back just to get him back in. Yeah, she felt like a cat in heat alright, but to be fair he’d been the one to start the fire; no sense putting water on it. At his words, she felt a shiver, unable to confirm in any other way than a further purr. She propped herself up on her arms a bit, just so she would be able to stay stable. The feeling of his fingers’ intrusion earned more sounds from her, and at the spanking she just shoved her backside up against him again, submitting eagerly to the commanding force of the tie. She needed to be ridden, not now but right now! She needed to be taken as hard as he could manage and until they both collapsed.

As he prepared to enter, she braced herself fully, arching gladly and rolling her shoulders in preparation, almost resting into the grasp of the tie and finding strange comfort in it at the alien touch of his slick member near her tight hole. Oh how his body was tantalizing her; she might not be able to see his, but what she felt told all she needed. And then… penetration: almost immediately her entire body arched ferociously against it and she inhaled incredibly sharply. She’d heard how it was more than a bit painful for those new to it (and even those used to it), but jeeze this was almost like she was getting shot in the ass! Yet, it wasn’t quite unpleasant; there was still pleasure there, perhaps amplified by the pain, and her entire body seemed to be tingling at this strange and wonderfully tight experience! She could tell from his own sounds that it was just as hard for him, and as she felt his member forcing into her taut walls she knew that this would be a team effort, even with her juices helping the lubrication. At his urging, she gladly obeyed. Fingers digging into the fabric, she let out a strangely quiet, strangled roar and slammed buttocks ferociously at him, burying him in to the hilt. Immediately she gasped at the feeling, the sound of fabric ripping heard as she forced herself to remain upright despite the blended pain and pleasure.

For a moment she seemed to be gasping for breath, remaining in his tie’s grasp as their skin touched and he remained in her. Then, before he could even begin acting, she forcibly leaned forward into his reigns as far as she could go while arching her back and leaning her head back before slamming hard back onto him, letting out another cry as she felt her entire body tremble and her lower lips slightly dripping at the forced widening of her walls.

 

Razorbackwriter:  The beauty of that back as it arched and showed off the curve of her spine. Elissa was indeed a creature to be tamed and Tommy would do so right in that bed. The feelings were swirling through Tommy’s mind. The aching need to be complete with her – filling her as far as he could possibly go. The hand slap he had given her had left a red welt upon her skin, but it did the trick and had her submit. Gladly surrendering her inhibitions right then and there. The force though with which she pushed back showed an eagerness. She wanted him as much as he her….and was prepared to push herself past the boundary of pain. Those soft cheeks were set to take a pounding, that was for sure. The sudden tearing of the sheets meant that she had gripped the cotton way too hard. Be it the searing pain of his thick member opening her up inside, that had done it. The pain. It was exquisite. Words could barely describe the feeling. Almost like a vice as her walls tensed and gave no quarter. Elissa would need to relax, but at the moment she was as taut as a barbed wire fence, and just as dangerous. As they appeared almost locked together – fused, the pair both panted hard and fast. It was like each was gaining more from this action than either had imagined possible.

With a surprised expression, Tommy watched as Elissa drew her body forward – her neck being pulled tight by the tie as she readied to slam back so he would be forced to drill into her. God, was she real? The feeling as his slick member slid out was indescribable. Then she pushed back so hard it near took his breath away. Elissa was giving it her all – pushing past the pain as the pleasure erupted between them. Spurned by her actions, Tommy’s fingers dug into her flesh and he then started the rhythm that would be the catalyst for their wild lovemaking. Tommy almost let out a roar as he simply let himself go. Gripping that hip and pulling it back and then pushing it forward relentlessly.

Tommy kept a tight reign on her with the tie and now the pair were in perfect sync. The bed creaking and moaning, the bed springs squealing as the pair humped madly. Tommy riding her like no other man had. He was being driven onward by an aching need – a swelling that was set to burst inside of her at the rate they were going. How her body could take such treatment was beyond imagination.

“God, you’re so good!” Tommy blurted in between gasps of breath. These being ragged and intense. After a few good thrusts he pulled right out and then hoisted her hip up higher as he set to take her lower once more. To find that spot and bring her home.

She was incredibly slick…the bed sheets drenched and torn. No doubt she would need to get new ones.

~RB~

 

VunG:  This was utter and complete madness. This was probably the most painful sexual encounter she’d ever put herself through, bar none… and it was oh so good. Tommy was driving her absolutely insane, everything he was doing was spurring her on like some furious horse, and she was barely able to keep her breath up as they went. The feel of his fingers only encouraged her, the red marks that they would leave forgotten as she obeyed the unspoken command of his touch, her mouth wide open in a silent scream. Every thrust made her arch her back and her arms shake, but she didn’t stop, remaining in sync with him as he rode her, her bed making the soundtrack to their furious lovemaking. She could feel herself wanting to climax yet unable to for some reason, his member throbbing within her as it went; oh this was exactly what she needed.

She was unable to respond to his words, indeed she could barely think other than to be encouraged by him, redoubling her efforts afterwards. Then, to her surprise she felt him pull out, her backside aching at the treatment and her body aching for more, to be finished properly. Of course, she knew what he was up to the moment she felt her hips moving upwards, and the moment she felt his member even prod into her she slammed herself back on him with all the force she could muster, a raspy, wispy howl escaping her as she did so. GOD that felt good! She was so sensitive now and her adrenaline pounding so hard that she would probably be ready to go at full power no matter how hard he pushed her. Come on! You’re on the home stretch! Bring it home! She could already feel the first hints of that familiar tingling in her, she needed to feel that member of his strike that spot of hers as hard and as often as he could manage! Don’t hold back, just pound away and use her until he couldn’t any more!

 

Razorbackwriter:  Beauty. That was the only way to describe the look on Elissa’s face. She was blossoming under the onslaught of Tommy’s brutal love making. Harder and harder he rode her, with the end clearly in sight. They were moving together in total sync, but the bed – it was crying out in protest as it wasn’t made for such antics. Would he finish her in time before breaking the bed? Any thoughts of that were extinguished as Tommy girth was now at a point where he could feel the ache in his balls. Tommy let out another series of grunts that were in time with his furious hip thrusts. Faster….faster. It was like a sexual marathon race and both were about to cross the finish line. He angled himself to thrust up and this was sure to set off her special spot deep within. Tommy wanted to feel her cum. He wanted to ejaculate right as she was in the throes of an earth shattering orgasm. Just a few more……

The last three thrusts would have Tommy start to stiffen, becoming almost rigid as the swelling reached a crescendo. Tommy threw his head back and cried out Elissa’s name. It was guttural and an almost strangled sound as he fought for breath then held it. Tommy gripped Elissa’s hips as he burrowed deep and then held her. His member shooting out streams of hot jism up into her womb. Tommy only moved slightly as he let himself go. The release was incredible after the long build up.

Tommy’s body was glistening with sweat and a small stream of their juices made a wet patch beneath them. The sheets were torn and abused, much like the bed. Tommy held Elissa in that same position until she was spent, and only then would he fall back on the bed – panting like a dog.

~RB~

 

 

 

Anticipation.

 

 

 

Searching

Longing

Fingers stretch

And the ache returns

Dull at first….then a burst

Eyes brighten at your name

My thoughts are never the same

The anticipation, I shiver

Your tongue, a sliver

Naked

Skin soft, so moist

I want to touch

I want to feel

Deep inside me

So surreal

I can hardly wait

Lips parted

I salivate

Come find me again

Your collaborator

Your friend

 

~RB~

One Night Only – SS.

 

Scene setting : Bandit & Raul’s Room.

co-written with Artie.

 

Artie:  For the beginning of the ride, Bandit had mumbled muffled obscenities at the warlock.. though as time progressed she would soon fall prey to slumber, encased in bodily warmth. She slept, but far from soundly. It was as though every few moments the little thief would twitch, her hands moving to cover the rest of her body as a small noise of yearning slipped through – occasionally, as Raul knew from her stay at his palace – she would speak.

“Nn..” It was a moan, her head lulling to the side as her arms tightened on her femininity, holding it in.. “Ah..” The thief gasped, her thighs pressing tightly together as though a hand was between them, despite her own hand covering the front of her womanhood.. Clearly, her dream was something of a recollection. “Please.. more..” These words would come out a few moments after the rest, her brows furrowing.. It was intriguing to hear this, as the subconscious would speak now… was this truly what she’d longed for? A slight curl of the toes would answer this question as the blonde’s head turned to be against Raul’s side, her sleeping and naked form burning next to him..

It was perhaps worse because of how used she looked, the drying of her juices and his own along her upper thighs and legs, the blood around her neck from his bite and the copper color as it’d begun to dry..

 

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The Warlock kept his eyes on the skies as they rode on from the darkened ally towards the nearest brothel. Since the Warlock viewed Bandit as being a whore, what better place to have her kept than instead of in his own house. Raul had been through that before in the real world, here….he rather be free of having to watch her 24/7. The ride was an interesting one. Bandit falling asleep, but not before mumbling obscenities at him. Even at her lowest point, she still put up a fight. She was however in a situation where she said one thing, yet her body did another. Raul would realize that she was insatiable. One fuck just wasn’t enough, and with her hand moving down to her swollen woman hood, and her guttural moans practically begging for his attentions, he was now starting to wonder if he should oblige her. The whispered words of “please more..” had the Warlock raise a brow, as the cool of the night breeze teased and played with Bandit’s hair as they neared their destination. He thought for a moment. Should he?

The carpet flew around the building of the main brothel house and came into land, but as it did so, the Warlock levitated off the carpet with Bandit held in his arms. He kept her head to his chest, as the carpet de-materialized and vanished with a light pop. The Warlock strode in the front doors, only to be met by the Brothel madame.

“One of your girls I have found in an alley. She needs to be cleaned and set on one of your beds for me. I shall pay well for this service, as I wish to enjoy her for the eve.” He tossed the Brothel owner a bag of gold, as he passed her, and she directed him to one of the suites. Within the room was a service girl, who got a wash basin ready as the Warlock laid Bandit down and started to remove the rest of her clothes. The girl used a sponge and scented water to clean Bandit as she continued to slumber, and when finished, she trundled the wash cabinet out of the room, leaving the Warlock alone with her once more.

Her hair was brushed out and fanned her face, to create an image that was almost holy. Almost. her body was now moving, writhing about the bed, her desire still not yet sated. The Warlock removed his clothes slowly, as no doubt she was still mumbling and begging him to finish her. With her upper body laying on a hill of cushions, the Warlock parted her legs slowly, with all the skill of an Master lover, and started a trail of kisses that worked their way up to the sweet place between her thighs. He was much more gentle at this point, since she was asleep. Within her mind it was anyone’s guess what she could see, but her eyelids would flutter as she went through a stage of rapid eye movement.

Laying fully on the large bed, the Warlock then lowered his head between her legs, and the next thing she would feel, was the teasing presence of his tongue, as it delicately would seek to probe her inner lips. His hands would rest upon her hips and then it was up to her to use her hands to guide his head as she saw fit.

 

~RB~

 

Artie:   

Under usually circumstances, Bandit was a fairly light sleeper.. but in her drunken state and sleepless nights, as well as physical exertion.. she was so deeply in sleep that she barely stirred. This is not to say her eyes would not flutter open partly, only to close once more…

Holy, yes.. The sandy blonde tresses crowned her head, darkening her skin in comparison.. her brows furrowed, though her face relaxed, giving her naturally pouted lips a more emphasized look. Slowly, her chest would rise and fall, the single candle flickering in the dark room.. it threw off a shadow of her shape, the silhouette of her perked breasts and slim stomach beside her on the bed, as though laying next to her.. The gentle curve of her sides.. one arm lay on her stomach as though a mother might to protect her womb, the other up and into her hair. Long and strong legs moved slowly, thighs rubbing together a bit as her knees were bent slightly, cutting the slightly cold air.. Her body itself would radiate heat, soft mumblings coming from the sleeping figure, nearly comprehensible.. but only due to their tone of need, the slightly raised pitch of voice..

A flutter of eyelids as the warlock spread her legs, revealing her arousal.. he moved slowly so as to not rouse her to the point of awakening. A soft noise and a further mumble would greet his actions, her knees attempting to rub together once more but finding themselves to be pushed away from one another.. It was impossible to know what she dreamt, her words giving no clue to her settings or surroundings.. A gasp. One that sounded almost as though she’d wakened, her muscles clenching against the surprising feel of the hot breath the warlock emitted against her sex.. The air thickened around them to an extent, toes curling..

“Mm..” It was a lower noise that would find its way through the female’s chest, as she would suck on her lip.. Her body would stretch, squirming a bit but slowly in doing so.. The hand once on her stomach slowly trailed down her stomach, moving blindly until it found a long tress of his hair, tugging him closer to her.. Knees would move to face outwards, her legs bent a fair amount at this point to leave none to his imagination.. A noise of her liquids would come with this.. if she had been awake she would have been embarrassed.. Yet her body was so instantly ready for him, beckoning he go once more.. Goosebumps formed all along her skin, her nipples perking further to be solid nubs.. A soft sigh, the movement of eyes under lids. The unconditioned body was a needy one..
 

Razorbackwriter:  It was not the best room in the town, far from it. Far too cramped and there was very little in the way of furnishings. No paintings on the walls, not ornate furniture. Just a large king sized bed and duchess with a long floor standing mirror. This was angled in such a way that it reflected the goings on on the bed – not that Bandit would see any of this. The Warlock had chosen his moment wisely. The girl in the deepest of slumber from which it would be hard to awaken. What was a dream and what was reality? In Bandit’s drunken state the real and the fantasy would blur and she may well not even be aware when she woke up of what the Warlock was about to do to her.

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Only a single candle illuminated the setting and this in itself created even more shadows than if there had been rows of them.

The Warlock was a Master in more ways than one. Not only had he mastered the art of illusions and magic, he studied on how to give pleasure and how to receive. What he was able to do, was treat a woman as though she was a finely tuned instrument. Fingers that moved with a delicate sense of care – when the mood hit him, which was rare. Usually one that took what he wanted and forcefully, this was a complete turn around but Raul had his reasons for this most intimate of moments. He planned for her to remember this though not by conscious thought, but that it would be in her dreams. In a way, she would never be able to forgive herself, or him for this act. What is worse….he was going to make sure she remembered ever lick, every touch as though her skin was seared by a heated flame.

Already Bandit was arching her back, her bright pink nips standing to attention upon rounded mounds that rose and fell with the increased pace of the beating of her heart. If a bird, she would be singing the most beautiful of songs. Instead there was no sound aside from the low noise that came from her lips. Submission – mixed with cravings of the flesh.

Like a rose that was greeting the sun in the morn, she opened herself. Legs well apart – knees splayed in welcome. The glorious bubbling of her juices that met with the Warlock’s tongue. Each drop treasured as he poked at her lips with the very tip, to tease her into further release. Her slender digits wandered down past her stomach and now caught into his tresses – curling them into locking onto tufts that she would pull. Though her eyes were not yet open, she instinctively knew where she wanted him to be. Deeper. So much deeper. He would of course oblige. Raul’s hot breath warming her ripe and blooded flesh all the more.

Raul’s hand snaked up the side of her. Following her hourglass shape. Ripples of goosebumps met his finger tips and he played with this. His digits pressing along like he was playing a piano till he reached the rise of her mound of pink flesh. Thumb and forefinger pinched the waiting nub that was erect to his attentions. Wanting.

The Warlock remained silent. Giving no clue of who was doing these acts. Eventually though, she would remember.

Raul delved past the point of no return, his tongue now pushing through her folds and now flicking in and out so to press against her inner muscles. Cat like almost, he teased and flicked. Prodding and retracting as she fell into a dizzying abyss of pleasure.

 

~RB~

 

Artie:  Soft gasps would greet Raul’s inching fingers, a slightly sharper one pushing at her chest as the nub on her breasts was pinched. To this she would feel a shock, the cold of his fingers against her hot skin creating a tugging feeling above her navel.. The other hand that did not grip at his tresses instead reached for her own breasts, placing itself over his grip and digging her nails in slightly.. as though urging him onwards, trying to grab at the item that gave her such shivers.. It was much like seeking the familiar hand in a sea of strangers, grappling blindly.

A true noise, however, came from her lips when his tongue flicked at her sex, creating a light lapping noise that she could not hear. “Ohnn..” Low. It was a sound purely from instinct, a total reflex at the waves of pleasure that had begun to suddenly roll over the female.. A burning feeling had come over her core, conflicting with the cold air that caressed her flaming form..

~Dream~

Riley.. Oh..” Bandit groaned, gripping at her lover’s hair.. He was her first lover, the man who held her heart.. and would ultimately shatter it.. but she did not think of this now. This dream splayed into reality, the feelings far too strong to be fantasy.. The blonde gazed down at the male, slipping a hand into his hair and pulling him against her..

He would respond with a sort of held-back eagerness, as though he was teasing her by holding back as the act itself.. The burning feel of his tongue on her fairly warm folds brought another groan to her lips, bubbling from the surface and splaying into the air..

Orgasm sprang up on her, encasing her in its warmth and electrifying her center, burning her slowly from her beginnings as she unraveled..

~Reality~

Quick movements of her chest. The blond breathed shallowly, crying out loudly.. the curvature of her spine would increase as she rolled back her shoulders, tilting her head into the pillows and moaning out incomprehensible words.. Her womanhood would clench and unclench around him, liquid spurting slightly and then leaking from her..

The thighs of the woman would tremble around Raul’s head, legs shaking as a terribly hard climax racked through her body in delicious waves.. “Oh!” Bandit’s eyes blinked open, yet the scene remained the same from that in her dream.. A queen bed beneath her, red sheets that were embedded with markings rough beneath her bare skin.. An overhang from the bed, a nightstand to her right.. The moon the only light in the room as it would pour through the darkwood windows..

“Riley…” Bandit breathed, looking down at the red-haired man beneath her legs, a content sigh slipping through her lips.. She would comb through his hair with a loving intent, running her fingers through the tresses.. “This dream is so good.. I don’t want it to end..” Little did she know she was awake.. Her normally clear and icy blue eyes appeared foggy as she gazed at the warlock, imagining him as her old partner in crime..

 

Razorbackwriter:  ~The Dream~

 

The name of another man came from Bandit’s lips as she was in the throes of a glorious orgasm. This man, another lover from another time and yet the thought that he was the one making love to her had her react so intensely that even the Warlock was surprised. The Warlock raised a brow, as he continued to enjoy the taste of Bandit’s release, but his ears burned. Raul was meeting her needs above his own, and yet here she was – writhing in spectacular fashion with that name being said breathlessly. Anyone that could tame the wild cat that was Bandit must be worthy of her, the Warlock thought. Feeling her slender digits wind their way through his own hair as she betrayed herself and spoke that the dream was so good, had the Warlock decide to make the dream very real. More real than she was probably ready for. If he appeared in her mind to be Riley, then that was the mask he would wear as he raised the bar.

Gently, the Warlock removed his hand from her swollen bosom, and used it by placing it on the bed to help him move upwards towards her. A slight gust of wind would cause the candle light to flicker, but in this moment the appearance of the Warlock changed to that of the man in her dream. He rose up so he was now looking down at her. Their faces barely inches apart. She would see Riley as she cast her clouded eyes upward at him. Seeing his lips and nose wet from having been so intimate with her. Bandit’s scent mixing with his own masculine one.

“It doesn’t have to end you know, kid?.” The dark voice said. His hair now a dark red, so unlike that of the Warlock’s. “It’s been too long. But…..” His lips would press with hers, while his tongue flicked against hers. It had been too long. Riley was the one and only man that Bandit ever loved, ever counted on. Only in her dreams could he exist because in reality, as far as she knew he was dead.

Suddenly, the Warlock’s expression changed as he felt that he had already conquered her body and marked her again in the alley. Here, she had experienced a joyful and fulfilling moment, where she believed it was Riley that had committed the act. Not her most hated enemy.

Slowly he pulled back from Bandit as she lay there, spent. Raul slid off the bed, but still appeared to be Riley. Slowly he dressed himself, as he hummed a tune that only Riley would have ever sung for her. Would she remember?

Standing dressed, he then tossed a small bag of coins on the bed and remarked coolly. “That should cover the room.”Riley was leaving her again.

Without looking back, he walked out of the room and shut the door with a soft click. Whistling as he went down the stairs, his appearance changed to that of the Warlock once more and he nodded to the Brothel Madame.

“Delightful as always.”

He then headed out into the night.

~RB~

 

Artie:  For a moment, she was flying. The female would entwine her hands into Riley’s hair, tugging ever so softly to pull his lips to hers.. She did not care for their mixed scents, only taking in his own.. “… But..” At this Bandit would arch a brow, her hands falling from his hair and sliding to his shoulders. “‘But?'” She would repeat, her expression changing as he slowly pulled away..

That should cover the room.” Her face hardened as he tossed the coin purse next to her, her jaw locking. Riley would never have done such a thing.. what twisted nightmare was this? Slowly she would move to be under the covers, ignoring the uncomfortable feel along her body.. surely this was not real… though it certainly felt it..

The woman wrapped her arms around her chest, on her side in the fetal position.. what the hell had just happened..?

It was thirty minutes before her eyes would lull closed, her mind unsure as to why she had yet to wake from this nightmare, the stabbing pains of Riley’s disinterest coursing through her veins..

She awoke, a disgusted look immediately flickering onto her face at the odd feeling between her legs.. But more importantly, she looked shocked.. What was the coin purse doing here? Was she still sleeping? Bandit would stand, walking to the wash pot and beginning to scrub herself..

The blonde walked to the closet and dressed, memories of the previous day causing a scowl to light her features.. it was all so blurry.. but how had she ended up here, naked? What had happened? Why did she have a dull ache on her neck and in her nether regions?

Oh, the poor soul.. she could not even recall that the dreaded warlock resided in Hell with her..

Leaving the coins on the bed, Bandit would walk out of the room, staggering a bit from her beginning headache..

 

 

 

Tainted Love – SS.

A continuation from “Rough Dominance” – https://razorbackwriteraus.wordpress.com/2014/12/20/rough-dominance-gs/

This post contains graphic sexual content.  Reader discretion is advised.

 

 

Scene setting : Dark alley in Hell.

co-written with Artie.

 

Artie:  A gasp of feelings Bandit couldn’t quite place… though she did not feel more violated than when her nether regions were free to the air, the cold swirling around her heated body and womanhood. “No!” But she would shudder, the feel of his relatively warm digits against the nub of nerves that hid so cleverly in her mound causing her back to arch. “Gnnn…!” Again her hands would desperately claw at his skin, trying to make markings on him while the rest of her body went limp in his embrace..

Oh, but you do!

“No, I don’t!” The words struck her, but not as much as the slightly numbing feel as she would collide with the bin. The cold came as a shock to her stomach, the wind knocked from her breath.. as though she would have time to recollect herself before the warlock freed her behind from her clothing that was meant to keep it all together, her curves exposed to the one she did not want to see the most.. A cry of pain ripped through her lips as his nails gripped and engraved into her sensitive skin, another of pleasure and pain following the loud smacking noise that came from his slap to her skin, his degrading of her body.. Surely, a hand mark would remain.. but she hated how he could feel her reaction and see them, the tensing of her muscles against his fingers as he hit her, his hand returning to her identity..

Though none would make her panic more than the feel of his length against her skin, the friction of his newly revealed self causing her body to thrash a bit.. though she would wince against the metal that pressed deeply into her skin at the quick movement. “Don’t! ..Don’t!” It was a plea, her thighs squeezing together tightly and thus restricting the movement of his hand, her hips moving forwards to make it more difficult for him to enter her from behind, as though hiding..

Her arms slowly moved to be under her, pressing against the bin as she began to lift herself to be standing against his strong body. The thief willed herself, swallowing hard as her lower muscles clenched around his fingers, surprisingly tight even around only his digits.. but at her tightening clench of thighs, wetness began to drip down them, pushed from her mound and finding an escape.. Her cheeks flushed red, her jaw locking while whimpers attempted to push through, the blood from his bite had begun to drip down her chest..

 

 

Razorbackwriter:  The alley was now the scene of a shocking attack upon Bandit, that in Raul’s mind was long over due. Years he had waited for this moment, and while his instincts pressured him to take what he had come for without any care for her, he started to listen to the way she cried for him to stop. Over and over she pleaded with him not to do what she knew he would. Her inner muscles forcing the rippled flesh of her inner womanhood to squeeze against his fingers – practically pulsating. With the slick release of her juices, Raul could feel and sense that her body craved the attention. Using his left knee, he forced her legs to part as she struggled to keep them closed. With her bent over the industrial bin, and her ass truly exposed, Raul made his earlier threat a reality. He whipped his fingers out from her, each digit covered in her dew and moved it to grip onto her breast, while his other hand snatched a large section of her hair. Reefing her head back so her back was now arching and presenting her buttocks to him ready for mounting, he let out a roar of triumph.

He bent his knees slightly to line up the glistening head of his throbbing length to her puckered hole, and spat down on the top of her cheek so the saliva would seep down and act as lubricant for the next act in this ritual like taking of her body. Bandit’s writhing form only made him all the more excited as she tried to buck and fight, till at last she made a whimpering sound through gritted teeth. It was unmistakable. Too good to be true.

Without warning Raul thrust his girth into her tiny hole, stretching her insanely. There was to be pain. Excruciating pain, which would make her scream his name. Anything that came out of her mouth was sheer music to this twisted sadist of a man. Tugging her hair tight and pulling it back so it stung at her scalp, it was almost as though Raul was set to ride her into the metal bin.

Raul thrust in deep and then held himself in there as though to ensure this moment would be forever etched in her memory. Skin against skin, heat against heat. It was then he growled words to truly enrage her….or make her his own.

“Beg for more….my sweet little whore.”

~RB~

 

Artie:  No, no, no.. The legs that she had tried to keep clamped shut were spread apart, her hair gripped and head forced back.. Much like a panicked horse, her quick and hard breath as her chest would follow along.. her widened eyes that saw but did not see.. A spitting noise then a terrible feeling against her behind, a groan of both discontent and disgust coming freely through her lips… but nothing could have prepared her for the next act he would do, nothing had been said to give her the time to brace for such..

Immediately searing pain shot through her back entrance, a wild cry and scream mixed into one constricting her airways as it flung itself from her lips and into the air.. The pain trailed up her spine, even, her body giving a shudder as she appempted to buck him away.. but this did not work, his grip on her sandy tresses far too tight, her leash too short, to allow any sort of leeway. “No! Fuck!” Hips clashed against skin as the warlock pushed himself into her as deeply as he could, her own self not large enough to fully take in his length. So instead she would grip at the bin, her nails dragging against the metal..

Bandit was bleeding, she knew it.. the sensitive skin around her had likely torn as he’d forced his way into her, the stinging pain along with the dull throb enough to convince her of such.. Tears sprung to her eyes yet she did not cry.. This was merely a reaction to the pain, a natural one that she hated having.. But she did not cry. Instead she growled under her breath in pain, like a cat in heat as it gives a warning noise..

…my sweet little whore..

“You prick! I am not.. your anything!” Her features twisted into that of anger and hatred, trembles of both rage and pleasure rocking her body a bit underneath the male figure.. A hand would move then, gripping at his own on her breast as her nails would dig into the back of his hand, a frustrated cry coming from her lips as she clawed, despite being unable to see.. As if reminded of this she would attempt to jerk her head away from him, greeted by a forceful tug in retaliation that caused tears to spring to her eyes.. adding to those in his initial entrance thrust. “I will… I’ll kill you..” Her sex was practically dripping, the warmth of the liquid moving down her thighs more..

Oh, how her body told her that she was enjoying this while her mind wanted it to stop, the emotions of past overpowering.. You want this, you slut. That’s why you’re still letting him do this.. No, I can’t break free.. Don’t lie to yourself.. Feel your heartbeat.. Feel your quick breaths.. Note the pound of your chest as it constricts in anticipation.. the tensing of yourself around his member in you, the warmth of the thick liquid you give.. You want this.. No one owns me.. Especially not him.. Please.. not him.. Moan like the whore he wants you to be. You’re dying to.. At this her lips parted, but no sound came out, instead a quiet whimper that carried pain and struggle in its tone..

 

 

Razorbackwriter:  Bandit was by definition, the sweetest of all Raul’s conquests. She was like a Thoroughbred, bucking and snorting angrily as he set to break her in. This was what it was all about. The gripping of the hair and the way he had come up from behind, after teasing her so mercilessly from the front. A stinging attack that would leave her gasping, but at the same time only heighten his arousal to the point that he himself was becoming lost to her as she screamed obscenities at him. Bandit was so insanely tight, that it actually was painful for Raul to be in so far, but that made it all the sweeter. As Bandit tried to jerk her head away and the very hair that he had wound around his fingers was being pulled to the extreme, Raul changed tact, withdrawing himself fully from her bleeding buttocks. The fine crimson liquid now coating his proud and erect member, that he now wanted to force into her waiting wet sex. With an unnatural grunt of exertion, he picked her up from around her stomach, so that her gripping on the metal bin would hold her up slightly. Bandit tried to claw at the hand that was attached to her breast, but it was like a kitten scratching a lion. His strength building with the burst of testosterone now flooding his veins.

The little thief was incredibly light to pick up and now the Warlock had her positioned so that he may claim her and do what he intended. Fill her with his seed.

“I wish to die a small death within you….so you will get your wish.”

A loud growl and he forced himself into her waiting wetness, the lips parting to accommodate him as easily as a warm velvet glove. Her muscles surely would clamp down in protest as she spun out of control in a delirious sensation. Fighting her inner demon and bringing forth the tainted slut he knew was waiting. Any hip movement or bucking would be welcomed, as Raul tightened his grip on her hair.

~Pound pound pound~

Her body would be thrust forward and back as the Warlock began to take what he believed was rightfully his. His sweet thief. She was no longer screaming, but whimpering.

Raul had her and now he planned to abuse her till he was spent. His thickened girth spreading her insides as it delved hard into her womb. The Warlock bowed down and covered her back, his hot breath searing her skin below.

~RB~

 

Artie:  Sickening. The feeling was sickening sweet, sickeningly terrifying.. “No! I won’t!” As if she had a choice in the matter, his member releasing itself from her only to thrust into the awaiting wetness.. as though it was his to begin with.. A noise of her juices parting ways around his member was heard, followed by a quick whimper of her own.. “Uhnn-nnhnn..” The thief would grip at the metallic, finding it unforgiving to her nails.. “No.. no..” The words in themselves were moans of beckoning, her brows furrowing as her eyes squeezed shut.. Was she softening to him? No.. she could not.

“P-please..” Though the word was a beg.. for what? Him to let her go or to go harder? Moments ago, the answer would have been clear.. now it was a muddled meaning.. mixed emotions.. The thief felt her breasts move and bounce with each thrust, creating a slight noise against the bin as the cold would sear her skin only to leave it.. Was she enjoying herself? No, you mustn’t.. Oh, but you must, you dirty, dirty.. little.. slut..

The light woman found herself stretching around him – even now pain seared up her very core.. oh, she hadn’t been screwed in so long, and it showed.. No man had touched this holy grail in time, none had succeeded in doing so.. Perhaps, if she had been more freeing with her body, she would not have been so responsive. The one thing that made her special to Raul was her undoing, her back arching against the heat that suddenly came to it..

Fight back! As if jerking a bit, Bandit’s leg would kick back, hitting him quite forcefully in the shin once more.. a feeble attempt, but only one she could muster, as her body bucked under him in protest, her stomach pushing against his arm in an attempt to have him release her.. “Let me.. go! Stop!” Pants had begun to show themselves as a burning started in her core.. so unconditioned.. she would be within orgasm’s grasp in moments if he continued.

 

Razorbackwriter:  There it was. The word that rang through the sounds of their skins slapping hard against each other. ~Please~ Raul certainly didn’t expect it, but all the same it made the game much more interesting. For every time she had said no, there was this inner cry of YES! Raul had plied her and stripped her bare, taken her in a fashion that showed no respect or care. But the Warlock was a devious soul. Raul knew she was suffering from mixed emotions and feelings, as she kicked back hard in a last ditch effort to show she still had a fighters spirit. He wanted the pain..he grew harder from it. Like snapping him back to reality with the force of her foot to his shin. But instead of buckling, this was when the Warlock changed direction again. He had been treating her like a rag doll. Taking her so she could not see his face to spit on….to stare into those eyes of his as he bared his teeth and smiled at her. All she could do, was see, feel, smell and react.

“Let me.. go! Stop!”

“My sweet whore…you will weep tears of joy!”

He took his hand from her breast, which had been scratched to bleeding by her own and moved it back down to her lower region which was heated and swollen from arousal. His fingers worked into the space between her lacquered lips, ripe with dew and he started to tease her sweet pea nub. The idea….she would react as any woman would when being pleasured both externally and internally. Oh he still had her gripped by the hair, but his fingers worked to bring her to a glorious crescendo. She would shed tears….a woman’s release after years of feeling nothing…..

Combining hypnotic hip movements that matched the pace of his fingers teasing, it would be a few moments before she finally caved and surrendered…..

~RB~

 

 

Artie:  Bandit’s head would have throw itself back, working with the pull of his hand now.. “I’m going to–” In his grip she would buck, her eyes fluttering closed and opened quite rapidly as the heat began to intensify.. burning her core as it came from her legs and then her thighs, bursting out of her in an orgasm so intense her whole form shook despite his pin… and stillness. Complete silence, save the noise of his thrusts.. Her body tensed as it reared for the climax, her toes curling and her breath hitching.. all movement in her chest paused.. This. This was the true face of ecstasy, the feeling in its rawest form as her lips would part for the silence..

“Ahhnnnnnnnn!” The cry ripped through her lips after the hitch of her breath, her body immediately springing to life.. Even his grip could not hold her still as she pushed against his body, attempting to move away at the absolute of the feeling, the overriding intensity of the pleasure that took her in waves.. “Please! Please! I can’t.. It’s.. Nnnnn!” Too much. Her body thrashed against him, her nub sore at the rubbing he gave it.. The muscles of her womanhood clenched around him, as though begging him to release into her, prodding at his member and trying to give it the final push that would ensure what they were intended for.. the continuation of their kind.. But her arms moved wildly as she kicked at him, pushing at his arms and trying to move him back.. out of her..

A spurt of liquids had moved around his member at the complete.. fervor.. or her newest undoing. “Stop! Stop!” Though now she begged not because she did not want him, but because it was too much for the somewhat virgin woman to bear.. Would he continue and push her body’s responding limits, holding her still.. or would he give the releasing cool down that would surely lessen her reactions?

 

Razorbackwriter:  A gift unlike any other was to feel and experience the richness and fulfillment of Bandit’s climax. Raul had taken her to a new height from which she would have a dizzying descent. Her words, her mind spoke of how she would kill, but her body. it craved the attention, practically going into a primal frenzy that had her inner walls lock onto the Warlock’s length as it continued to tease her. The heat between them building, and Raul took in the moment that Bandit stopped making noise. All there was was the physical slapping of flesh. If anything, he was so very proud of her. He even loosened his grip on her golden hair, just so he could savor this all the more. In the midst of the wildness, there was an oasis where they moved in a dance as old as time itself.

Raul wanted to feel it all. No longer content with hunching over her. He knew that the feelings she would have would make her entire body react, and this was something he wanted to experience. As she pushed against his body, she was then gripped harshly, as his fingers slid out from between her mound and helped to bring her back up so that it rest to his own, while he still had himself deep inside of her.

“Ahhnnnnnnnn!”

She thrashed, kicked but to no avail. The spurt of her own liquids coupled with the fierce locking down on his member caused him to erupt in a way that was like the release of a geyser into her womb. As she was screaming for him to stop, his own release no doubt would cause another reaction in her. Thick, pulsating jets oozed in and filled her. His digits digging into her flesh as he made sure she could not escape his clutches. His chest heaved then he held his breath before crying out her name….her real name.

“BEATRIX! My only!”

She would not be able to see his face, but if she had….she would have been deeply shocked. The Warlock spasmed as he met her climax head on with his own. Their legs now coated with each other’s juices, as he continued to restrain her. The Warlock growled with a feeling of satisfaction….and contentment. There was no longer any doubt. She belonged to him.

 

~RB~

 

Artie:  “N-noh..” The plea was halfhearted, her eyes fluttering a bit as waves of exhaustion rolled over her. The thief would pull on his arms, attempting to remove him.. but she held no energy. Even now her legs were limp.. If not for him holding her up, she would have surely fallen to the ground, the limbs of her legs no more than jello now.. Her muscles limp against him. Her shoulders slouched, her eyes struggling to stay open as they felt increasingly heavy..

“I am.. not yours..” Though her whole body was pressed into him, not exactly solidifying her case.. As if you have a choice? But you do, and you’re not taking it.. slave.. A growl, the thief pushing against Raul’s hands in a sudden burst of force.. He would let her go or she broke through his arms, either way.. Almost instantly she crumpled to the ground on all fours, shivering and shaking.. Another attempt to stand was met with another fall, her lips parting in a soft cry.. “Don’t.. Don’t touch me.” The thief would crawl for a moment and then stop, feeling completely.. and utterly.. pathetic..

She would pause, sitting and leaning against the wall behind her. Her head would rest against her shoulder as the weight of his act rested on her, one arm wrapping around her breasts to hide them as the other did the same for her soaked womanhood.. A look of disgust normally would come to her face, but instead shame took hold.

“You.. You did this..” Exposed. Her womanhood still throbbed in need as if begging for more, despite its previous release.. Her arms now covered, but her breasts were perked in arousal.. The once fiery thief appeared to be coming under a sort of stupor, appearing so much more fragile than beforehand.. The bloody mark of his bite not helping such..

 

Razorbackwriter:  Even after all that had happened between them, Bandit still had that last bout of energy to push herself away from the Warlock and land on the floor haphazardly. Like an animal on all fours, leaking from her sex into a puddle on the ground – her hair wild and her cheeks tainted with a red blush. A soft cry and she crawled from where the Warlock stood, her voice shaking as much as her body did. She didn’t want to be touched. Bandit felt dirty and used. The Warlock cocked his head slightly, before taking out a large square of cloth from his pocket and started to clean himself down slowly – wiping away any excess off his slightly flaccid member. Shame and disgust were etched upon Bandit’s face as she accused Raul of doing all this to her. But what she could not hide with her hands and arms was that she was still very much aroused by his attentions.

Raul crouched down so that they were eye level, his gaze penetrating as he said simply.

“I did what you needed…and still need.” Raul was being frank and to the point. He looked her over before deciding on how to deal with her now. To have her laying in her own excretions. There was no way he was going to simply let her lay there for the rest of the night. Bandit appeared to be losing her fire, being replaced with more of that drunken stupor. Raul snapped his fingers and spoke an incantation which caused a light breeze to pick up around them. Swirling papers and rubbish was soon replaced with what was a flying carpet. Gently he picked up the girl and lay her down upon the large mat, that easily supported her as though she weighed nothing at all. Raul fixed himself and was once again respectable, before joining her on the mat. He whispered the directions for where they were to go, and soon the carpet was flying off up and out of the alley to a destination of his choosing.

As he lay down beside her, he brought the girl into his arms, so that she was being spooned by him in a means of comfort and to help her go to sleep.

~RB~