Rummaging through my Writing folder, I found this ancient relic of a concept for a Sentai/FE7 fanfic...
Needs to be refined...
Title: Anima {Magic} Wielding Task Force Sageman
Story: 500 years ago, the soul stealing Dark Emperor Nergal and his Black Fang attacked Elibe. A force of Sages, lead by Athos did battle with the Dark Magic users, finally sealing away Nergal into another dimension and casting his minions into a fissure deep within the Earth, where they should have slept forever.
In present day {as in FE7's time}, Pent, descended of Athos guards a Tome that is believed to be Forblaze, Tome of Athos himself. He adopts two young children, Erk and Nino. At one time, Erk was next in line to receive the legendary Forblaze, but once Nino, a gifted, extremely talented young girl is brought into their family, Erk feels that she will be the one to receive it.
Meanwhile, a series of events sets into place the reawakening of the Black Fang. Lead by Supreme Commander Limstella, they regain a foothold in Elibe. Using their wicked power, the jealousy and feelings of inferiority within Erk's heart grow stronger, and he steals the Tome.
By the time his crime is found out, he's already at the Black Fang stronghold. However, he soon discovers that the Tome is, in-fact, the lesser legendary Tome Excalibur. Enraged by the lies fed to him for all those years, Erk swears his loyalty to his new master, Dark Emperor Nergal and is granted the power to wield Dark Magic, along with Anima.
With their newest and rather powerful General with them, a large force of Morphs, Nergal's perversion of nature foot soldiers, they once again bring war upon Elibe.
Pent, realizing the threat the instant Erk stole the Tome decided to unseal the true Forblaze, which he had kept hidden for just such a case. Using it, he became Sage Red, but even with such a powerful weapon, he still needed help. As such, and with much regret, he brought Nino into the fray. Telling her the truth about her parents and family, she comes to realize that the Tome she had always carried was Aircalibur, a Tome used in the war against the Fang. With it, she becomes Sage Green and joins the fight against the Black Fang with her adoptive father.
Characters;
Pent: Descent of Athos, the great Sage that sealed away Nergal. The Tome's Forblaze and Excalibur were passed through the family with the hope that they would never have to be used again.
Wields the immense power of the Sacred Fire, Forblaze as Sage Red.
Nino: 14 year old girl that was adopted by Pent when she was only 5 and raised as Erk's sister. Her family descends from one who fought alongside Athos in the war against the Black Fang. Her family was killed by unknown means.
Wields the Sacred Wind, Aircalibur as Sage Green.
Priscilla: 15 year old girl born to a noble family who descended from one who fought alongside Athos, but such knowledge was lost. She joins the group to escape boredom, but it soon becomes a quest to find her lost brother while fighting for the good of all.
Wields what was one the Flames of Hell, Elfire, which through the centuries has become little more than a mere Fire Tome as Sage Crimson.
Supreme Commander Limstella: A Morph created by the souls collected by Nergal, she is his most trusted creation. She leads the Black Fang in the stead of her master, who is still stuck in another dimension. She has the mysterious ability to wield Anima Magic...
Wields the Sacred Light of the Skies, Bolting, the Magic of Tormented Souls, Apocalypse and the Soul Stealing magic, Nosferatu.
General Sonia: Seductress for the Black Fang and General of Nergal, she believes herself superior to all the others and that she should be the one in charge. Uses her beauty and feminine figure to corrupt the ruling houses of Lycia from within.
While she appears to be a Morph, she neither acts, nor is built like one, leading some to believe that she was actually a Human that was tainted by Nergal's power. Also has the odd ability to use Anima Magic...
Wields the Sacred Ice, Fimbulvetr, the Howl of Spirits, Gespenst and the Soul Stealing magic, Nosferatu.
General Erk: 15 year old boy, adopted by Pent at the age of 3 from a poor family. Always having an inferiority complex, this fact was made worse when Nino started to show signs of her immense potential, leading him to betray his adoptive family, and all of Elibe by swearing his everlasting loyalty to Nergal. Given the power to use Dark Magic through an infusion of Nergal's spirit.
Wields the Sacred Blades of Air, Excalibur, the Dimension Twisting Flux and the Soul Stealing magic, Nosferatu.
General Brendon Reed: Strongman of the Generals, he was a Human that was tainted by Nergal's soul during the war. His natural strength is so high that he's said to be able to cleave through anything, be it man, Dragon or even diamond with his axe.
Wields the soul destroying Devil Axe.
Field Commander Linus: Son of Brendon and in charge of taking Bern, he's called the Rabid Dog for his love of rip apart his enemies.
Wields a tainted, soul crushing axe, the Tomahawk
Field Commander Lloyd: Son of Brendon and in charge of taking Sacae, claimed the title White Wolf and gained respect of the natives after slaying a great nomad chieftain in honorable combat.
Wields the untainted sword, Regal Blade.
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Thursday, April 02, 2009
Thursday, May 08, 2008
Sold Out
"Come on, this way. I saw the two of them use this path not too long ago."
He calls out to the three as they walk in the darkness, the only source of light a sliver of moon. It seemed curious that he knew his way around this place so easily, that he was able to easily spot two forms moving in the near total darkness, to track them so easily even with a torch that he could afford to wait on three people that were having a difficult time at best scaling a very steep incline.
It felt like they were climbing a mountain, when, in-fact, it was but a very large hill.
Finally, they lumbered up to the top, and took a moment to rest. But it was a moment too long for their Tactician, he was already going on about the next step in this little mission;
"She was leading him here to this valley, you see. As steep as the climb was, it'll be just as steep going down, to the floor. At the bottom is a rather large building, and there's a source of flowing water nearby. If I had to guess, I'd say it's the fabled Water Temple... a perfect place to hide away in. After all, who would expect a viper to nest in a temple full of water?
But enough talk... let's go. We have much ground to cover."
He set off with the three in tow. They followed him with such trust, with no fear of his leading them into a trap. But then, he'd done nothing to lead them to mistrust him all these months, it was through him that they lived this long, though so many battles. It was a little odd that it were just the three of them, and not the others, though... but all a part of his plan, they're sure.
"I see that my trust in you was not misplaced, Tactician."
"Fools. You were so trusting, so blind to the truth. You never thought that I would betray you. Why would you? I earned your trust so completely, I tricked you all into letting me into your lives... to take control of you, like you were mere puppets! Now you see, little Lordings, the folly of allowing such a thing to happen.
It truly is a shame you'll not live to fully learn from this. I would like to wish you a fairly quick and painless death, but knowing you, you'll fight a futile battle for your lives against a horde far more numerous than yourselves."
It was a curious feeling, his body being moved from one place to another via magic. He'd never had the whole of his existence scooped up by a magic and transported to another place, who knows how far away in a matter of moments. He wasn't even sure if he was even capable of thought, it happened so quickly and so suddenly that he didn't have the chance to consider thinking about something to see if his mind shut down in those few moments.
So busy in thought, so deep in wonder if he would have actually thought about thinking about something to see if he could think mid transport that he didn't even bother to look around, to take in the place he ended up, let alone where his mistress had ended up. Now did he hear the subtle background noises; a small clicking sound, as if a latch had been opened, and a gentle fwoosh, akin to the sound of fabric falling to the floor.
Of course, that all changed when a pair of hands were placed on his cheeks, then pulled his head forward. Before he knew it, his face was pressed between two large, warm, soft mounds of flesh.
He calls out to the three as they walk in the darkness, the only source of light a sliver of moon. It seemed curious that he knew his way around this place so easily, that he was able to easily spot two forms moving in the near total darkness, to track them so easily even with a torch that he could afford to wait on three people that were having a difficult time at best scaling a very steep incline.
It felt like they were climbing a mountain, when, in-fact, it was but a very large hill.
Finally, they lumbered up to the top, and took a moment to rest. But it was a moment too long for their Tactician, he was already going on about the next step in this little mission;
"She was leading him here to this valley, you see. As steep as the climb was, it'll be just as steep going down, to the floor. At the bottom is a rather large building, and there's a source of flowing water nearby. If I had to guess, I'd say it's the fabled Water Temple... a perfect place to hide away in. After all, who would expect a viper to nest in a temple full of water?
But enough talk... let's go. We have much ground to cover."
He set off with the three in tow. They followed him with such trust, with no fear of his leading them into a trap. But then, he'd done nothing to lead them to mistrust him all these months, it was through him that they lived this long, though so many battles. It was a little odd that it were just the three of them, and not the others, though... but all a part of his plan, they're sure.
"I see that my trust in you was not misplaced, Tactician."
"Fools. You were so trusting, so blind to the truth. You never thought that I would betray you. Why would you? I earned your trust so completely, I tricked you all into letting me into your lives... to take control of you, like you were mere puppets! Now you see, little Lordings, the folly of allowing such a thing to happen.
It truly is a shame you'll not live to fully learn from this. I would like to wish you a fairly quick and painless death, but knowing you, you'll fight a futile battle for your lives against a horde far more numerous than yourselves."
It was a curious feeling, his body being moved from one place to another via magic. He'd never had the whole of his existence scooped up by a magic and transported to another place, who knows how far away in a matter of moments. He wasn't even sure if he was even capable of thought, it happened so quickly and so suddenly that he didn't have the chance to consider thinking about something to see if his mind shut down in those few moments.
So busy in thought, so deep in wonder if he would have actually thought about thinking about something to see if he could think mid transport that he didn't even bother to look around, to take in the place he ended up, let alone where his mistress had ended up. Now did he hear the subtle background noises; a small clicking sound, as if a latch had been opened, and a gentle fwoosh, akin to the sound of fabric falling to the floor.
Of course, that all changed when a pair of hands were placed on his cheeks, then pulled his head forward. Before he knew it, his face was pressed between two large, warm, soft mounds of flesh.
Ninian In The Darkness
The full moon has high in the sky as the little half dragon made her way out of the camp, toward the tree line. She had come out so late because of a note that had been slipped into her tent some hours prior, it was supposedly from Lord Eliwood, informing her to meet him. Her heart raced at the idea of meeting him out here, all alone in the darkness, away from the others... just as he had done several times in the past. Her cheeks flush just thinking about what had happened between them all those times.
She came to another small clearing just out of ear shot of the camp, just as the note said... her dear Lord Eliwood must have plans to have her make enough of a commotion that he didn't want the others to hear. Her cheeks turned a deeper shade of red as she made her way into the clearing, her eyes narrowing, trying to see if her beloved was there in the pale moonlight. The shadows were playing tricks with her eyes, she couldn't be sure what was what, but she could have sworn she saw a moving figure.
"Lord Eliwood...?"
She called, but the form didn't seem to acknowledge her. She moved toward it, hoping that it wasn't just some random animal... but as she came closer, it moved into the tree line. She followed it as best she could, knowing it just had to be her beloved, who else would have called her out here in the first place? The numerous trees cast long shadows, the canopy blocking out the light from above. There were multiple pockets of shadows, any big enough for him to hide away in; he must have been playing a game with her.
"Lord Eliwood, please come out... I... I don't want to be here alone..."
Ninian called out again, an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach. She didn't know why, though... but then, she did. She was out here all alone in a forest full of shadows, out of hearing range of any that could help her, she was totally at the mercy of nature. A gust picked up and blew through the trees, distracting her from the feeling of something coming from behind, and when she sensed it, it was much too late as a pair of strong arms took hold of her, one wrapping around her waist, another around her shoulders, a hand over her mouth, regardless of being out of hearing range of the camp.
She looked up, expecting to see her beloved, but the moon was at his back, she couldn't make out his face. She trembled, eyes desperate to make sure it was her Lord Eliwood and not some other man. But her need for an answer was fulfilled a moment later, when she heard the person holding her speak;
"So glad you could make it, Ninian. I was beginning to think you ignored my little note."
Her eyes went wide in shock and fear, she knew who it was; Sain. She trembled in fear, realizing that she was at his mercy, his arms wrapping around her tightly, making sure she couldn't get away, regardless of how she struggled. She was scared, or rather she was terrified, being out here so far from any help, being bound by this man. He was always a strange one, she noticed how he leered at the women around him, staring at their bodies... she even caught him looking at her a few times, but she didn't think he'd ever do something like this.
"Now then my lovely Ninian, if you wish for this beautiful face of yours to be left unharmed, you won't fight back. If you do, I can promise you that I'll leave you so scared that even the friendliest of hounds would run in terror. Now, I'm going to lower my hand, and I want you to tell me you understand."
True to his word, his hand slips down her face, fingers caressing her small chin. She swallows hard, her eyes welling up with tears. She has such a hard time finding the courage to speak, but she has to, she doesn't wish to go through such pain. Her voice is so small and meek, it tells of total surrender and of great fear;
"I understand..."
At nearly that very instant both of his hands moved, going both up and down her small form, converging on her chest. Much to her shock, they press against her small breasts, and as she gasps he fondles her through the fabric of her dress. She writhes slightly, trying to hold back any noises that could be taken as pleasure, she doesn't want him to know that she's taking some enjoyment from this act of molestation against her will. But her body tells the tale as her little nipples grow hard, hard enough to be felt through her dress. Her crotch has grown moist, if he keeps this up, her juices will soon be running down her thighs.
"So nice to see that you're responding, Ninian. I always thought you'd be the frigid type, but I was gladly mistaken.
She came to another small clearing just out of ear shot of the camp, just as the note said... her dear Lord Eliwood must have plans to have her make enough of a commotion that he didn't want the others to hear. Her cheeks turned a deeper shade of red as she made her way into the clearing, her eyes narrowing, trying to see if her beloved was there in the pale moonlight. The shadows were playing tricks with her eyes, she couldn't be sure what was what, but she could have sworn she saw a moving figure.
"Lord Eliwood...?"
She called, but the form didn't seem to acknowledge her. She moved toward it, hoping that it wasn't just some random animal... but as she came closer, it moved into the tree line. She followed it as best she could, knowing it just had to be her beloved, who else would have called her out here in the first place? The numerous trees cast long shadows, the canopy blocking out the light from above. There were multiple pockets of shadows, any big enough for him to hide away in; he must have been playing a game with her.
"Lord Eliwood, please come out... I... I don't want to be here alone..."
Ninian called out again, an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach. She didn't know why, though... but then, she did. She was out here all alone in a forest full of shadows, out of hearing range of any that could help her, she was totally at the mercy of nature. A gust picked up and blew through the trees, distracting her from the feeling of something coming from behind, and when she sensed it, it was much too late as a pair of strong arms took hold of her, one wrapping around her waist, another around her shoulders, a hand over her mouth, regardless of being out of hearing range of the camp.
She looked up, expecting to see her beloved, but the moon was at his back, she couldn't make out his face. She trembled, eyes desperate to make sure it was her Lord Eliwood and not some other man. But her need for an answer was fulfilled a moment later, when she heard the person holding her speak;
"So glad you could make it, Ninian. I was beginning to think you ignored my little note."
Her eyes went wide in shock and fear, she knew who it was; Sain. She trembled in fear, realizing that she was at his mercy, his arms wrapping around her tightly, making sure she couldn't get away, regardless of how she struggled. She was scared, or rather she was terrified, being out here so far from any help, being bound by this man. He was always a strange one, she noticed how he leered at the women around him, staring at their bodies... she even caught him looking at her a few times, but she didn't think he'd ever do something like this.
"Now then my lovely Ninian, if you wish for this beautiful face of yours to be left unharmed, you won't fight back. If you do, I can promise you that I'll leave you so scared that even the friendliest of hounds would run in terror. Now, I'm going to lower my hand, and I want you to tell me you understand."
True to his word, his hand slips down her face, fingers caressing her small chin. She swallows hard, her eyes welling up with tears. She has such a hard time finding the courage to speak, but she has to, she doesn't wish to go through such pain. Her voice is so small and meek, it tells of total surrender and of great fear;
"I understand..."
At nearly that very instant both of his hands moved, going both up and down her small form, converging on her chest. Much to her shock, they press against her small breasts, and as she gasps he fondles her through the fabric of her dress. She writhes slightly, trying to hold back any noises that could be taken as pleasure, she doesn't want him to know that she's taking some enjoyment from this act of molestation against her will. But her body tells the tale as her little nipples grow hard, hard enough to be felt through her dress. Her crotch has grown moist, if he keeps this up, her juices will soon be running down her thighs.
"So nice to see that you're responding, Ninian. I always thought you'd be the frigid type, but I was gladly mistaken.
Pent's Revenge, Part I: Priscilla
She had been living here for almost a week now, in this little cottage in the countryside. She told her adoptive parents that she would be away for several months, studying under Lord Pent, the Mage General of Etruria. They gave her their blessing, of course... it wasn't just any day that he agreed to take a new student.
She didn't actually lie to them, of course, she was Lord Pent's student and she was studying under him, it's just that she was literally under him, and it wasn't magic that she was being taught about. It was sex. Filthy, lewd, rough, degrading, but oh so fulfilling, mind blowingly incredible sex.
She enjoyed it, she really did... he did things with her that she never imagined possible, though that wasn't hard, what with her being a virgin until that first night. But, she felt so guilty about it. He was a married man, after all, she didn't like the idea of coming between them. But, at the same time, she felt so good about herself... Lady Louise was an incredibly beautiful woman with an incredible body to match. She was charming and graceful, kind and gentle, her ability with a bow was second only to the most dedicated of archers, who had spend decades honing their skills.
To be chosen over such a woman... it was such an honor, such a boost to ones self worth. But, it was also confusing... why would Lord Pent choose to be with her over his own wife? She knew that when compared to Louise, she was lacking so badly; Louise was a mature woman, while she seemed to be just an immature child. She wasn't as beautiful, her breasts were so much smaller, her hips was narrower... she was in no way as charming or as graceful. Her hair was shorter and a less than desirable shade of red, while Louise's was long and a far more desirable blond.
In every way, she was inferior to Louise, in every situation, she came up short... logically, Lord Pent would never take her over his lovely wife. But he did. He even lied and told her that he would be away on business for a while, allowing him to sneak away with her to this cottage so they could be together.
He knew what he was going was horrible, that it broke every vow he took all those years ago when he took Louise as his bride. He knew that it was a sin in the eyes of the church of Elimine, if he were to be found out, it would cause a scandal that could rock atleast two noble houses to the very core.
That didn't stop him from peeling away the panties of the red haired girl laying under him on the bed as she trembled with anticipation. He adored her, she was so small, so young, so cute... so willing to do anything she could to please him, and she, in turn, almost worshipped him, simply on the basis of who he was.
Being the Mage General of Etruria and one of the most powerful Anima users in all of Elibe has its rewards
But to Hell with Louise and what she could say, he knew she had been seeing others on the side, more often than not it was Erk, his star pupil, the boy who may have one day become his successor. Fat chance that that'll happen now, after finding out that he'd been stuffing his wife's cunt atleast twice a day, every day for who knows how many years.
"No need to think about such things now, not when I'm with this little beauty."
He reminded himself as she looked at him, her eyes asking if she did something to upset him. He smiled down at her, then gave her a quick kiss on the lips to assure her that she was not in the wrong. He noticed how she blushed, she always did that... it was just another thing that made him adore her so.
"You're so cute when you blush like that, my little Priscilla."
He said to her, and she blushed more.
"You... really think so...?"
Her tone is hushed, her embarrassment apparent.
"Yes... yes I do..."
He said, caressing her hair. Then, he gave her another kiss upon the lips, then deepened it. She moaned into his mouth as she placed a hand on the back of his head, then ran her fingers through his hair. Soon, he slipped his tongue into her mouth, and she gasped as she felt it pressing against her own, letting him do as he pleased with her.
As he kissed her, he slipped a hand between her slender, bare legs, running his finger across her right thigh. With a loud moan from her, he found her slit, covered only in a tuft of red hair. Quickly, his fingers went to work, rubbing against the tight opening with speed and vigor, making her moan even more as he probed her mouth.
Soon, he had her completely soaked, the juices from her pussy were covering her thighs and seeping into the bed beneath her. Knowing that she's ready, he wiggles his middle finger between her pussy lips and then, soon enough, he plunges it into the tight little opening, much to her pleasure. She screams into his mouth as he pumps his finger in and out, her lust and desire emboldening her, making her push her little tongue against his own, making her kiss him back with as much force as he was giving her.
But more than that, one of her small hands blindly gropes at him, trying to find his crotch, and when it does, she almost instantly grasps his ever hardening penis, tucked safely in his pants. This, in turn causes him to finger fuck her faster, putting more effort into it, which she then returns by squeezing and rubbing his phallus.
She arches her back and screams into his mouth as he slips another finger inside, and almost instantly, even as she savors her own pleasure, her hand finds its way into his pants. Like an anacanda, her hand engulfs the shaft of his member, making sure her grip is strong and true. Soon enough the two of them are moaning in unison as her hand works itself over him, jerking him off with unrefined, inexperience born roughness, but he doesn't care one bit.
As long as it feels good, why should he?
He could feel his penis getting moist and sticky as her hand moved faster, the result of his precum oozing onto her hand, and then placed onto his shaft as her hand moved with more ease as it became more and more lubricated. They were getting one another good and ready for what was to come; his entering her little love hole.
Pulling her legs open, he slips his body between them. She doesn't look up at him, her eyes are locked upon his hard, sticky shaft as it comes ever closer to her pussy. She can feel the head pressing against her slightly open lips, making her gasp as her hands grab hold of the sheet of the bed. She knew what was coming, of course... but still, after doing this several times in the past with him, she still could never guess if he was going to play with her or just dive right in.
She didn't actually lie to them, of course, she was Lord Pent's student and she was studying under him, it's just that she was literally under him, and it wasn't magic that she was being taught about. It was sex. Filthy, lewd, rough, degrading, but oh so fulfilling, mind blowingly incredible sex.
She enjoyed it, she really did... he did things with her that she never imagined possible, though that wasn't hard, what with her being a virgin until that first night. But, she felt so guilty about it. He was a married man, after all, she didn't like the idea of coming between them. But, at the same time, she felt so good about herself... Lady Louise was an incredibly beautiful woman with an incredible body to match. She was charming and graceful, kind and gentle, her ability with a bow was second only to the most dedicated of archers, who had spend decades honing their skills.
To be chosen over such a woman... it was such an honor, such a boost to ones self worth. But, it was also confusing... why would Lord Pent choose to be with her over his own wife? She knew that when compared to Louise, she was lacking so badly; Louise was a mature woman, while she seemed to be just an immature child. She wasn't as beautiful, her breasts were so much smaller, her hips was narrower... she was in no way as charming or as graceful. Her hair was shorter and a less than desirable shade of red, while Louise's was long and a far more desirable blond.
In every way, she was inferior to Louise, in every situation, she came up short... logically, Lord Pent would never take her over his lovely wife. But he did. He even lied and told her that he would be away on business for a while, allowing him to sneak away with her to this cottage so they could be together.
He knew what he was going was horrible, that it broke every vow he took all those years ago when he took Louise as his bride. He knew that it was a sin in the eyes of the church of Elimine, if he were to be found out, it would cause a scandal that could rock atleast two noble houses to the very core.
That didn't stop him from peeling away the panties of the red haired girl laying under him on the bed as she trembled with anticipation. He adored her, she was so small, so young, so cute... so willing to do anything she could to please him, and she, in turn, almost worshipped him, simply on the basis of who he was.
Being the Mage General of Etruria and one of the most powerful Anima users in all of Elibe has its rewards
But to Hell with Louise and what she could say, he knew she had been seeing others on the side, more often than not it was Erk, his star pupil, the boy who may have one day become his successor. Fat chance that that'll happen now, after finding out that he'd been stuffing his wife's cunt atleast twice a day, every day for who knows how many years.
"No need to think about such things now, not when I'm with this little beauty."
He reminded himself as she looked at him, her eyes asking if she did something to upset him. He smiled down at her, then gave her a quick kiss on the lips to assure her that she was not in the wrong. He noticed how she blushed, she always did that... it was just another thing that made him adore her so.
"You're so cute when you blush like that, my little Priscilla."
He said to her, and she blushed more.
"You... really think so...?"
Her tone is hushed, her embarrassment apparent.
"Yes... yes I do..."
He said, caressing her hair. Then, he gave her another kiss upon the lips, then deepened it. She moaned into his mouth as she placed a hand on the back of his head, then ran her fingers through his hair. Soon, he slipped his tongue into her mouth, and she gasped as she felt it pressing against her own, letting him do as he pleased with her.
As he kissed her, he slipped a hand between her slender, bare legs, running his finger across her right thigh. With a loud moan from her, he found her slit, covered only in a tuft of red hair. Quickly, his fingers went to work, rubbing against the tight opening with speed and vigor, making her moan even more as he probed her mouth.
Soon, he had her completely soaked, the juices from her pussy were covering her thighs and seeping into the bed beneath her. Knowing that she's ready, he wiggles his middle finger between her pussy lips and then, soon enough, he plunges it into the tight little opening, much to her pleasure. She screams into his mouth as he pumps his finger in and out, her lust and desire emboldening her, making her push her little tongue against his own, making her kiss him back with as much force as he was giving her.
But more than that, one of her small hands blindly gropes at him, trying to find his crotch, and when it does, she almost instantly grasps his ever hardening penis, tucked safely in his pants. This, in turn causes him to finger fuck her faster, putting more effort into it, which she then returns by squeezing and rubbing his phallus.
She arches her back and screams into his mouth as he slips another finger inside, and almost instantly, even as she savors her own pleasure, her hand finds its way into his pants. Like an anacanda, her hand engulfs the shaft of his member, making sure her grip is strong and true. Soon enough the two of them are moaning in unison as her hand works itself over him, jerking him off with unrefined, inexperience born roughness, but he doesn't care one bit.
As long as it feels good, why should he?
He could feel his penis getting moist and sticky as her hand moved faster, the result of his precum oozing onto her hand, and then placed onto his shaft as her hand moved with more ease as it became more and more lubricated. They were getting one another good and ready for what was to come; his entering her little love hole.
Pulling her legs open, he slips his body between them. She doesn't look up at him, her eyes are locked upon his hard, sticky shaft as it comes ever closer to her pussy. She can feel the head pressing against her slightly open lips, making her gasp as her hands grab hold of the sheet of the bed. She knew what was coming, of course... but still, after doing this several times in the past with him, she still could never guess if he was going to play with her or just dive right in.
Conversation
"I envy you, Erk. It seems so long ago that I was in the position that you find yourself in. You're young, your intelligent, you're talented, you have your entire future ahead of you... and you have several prospects for a wife. At your age, the only thing I could think of was studying, but I made sure to try and steer you toward something different, and now I see that I have done well."
Pent spoke to the young mage as they sat near a roaring fire in a pair of rather comfortable chairs in his personal study. It was a long time from when he found the child, so small and poor, but with amazing potential. He had taken Erk from near the streets with no future to near noble status with the promise of taking his own position as the Mage General in a few years time.
"I... I'm not sure if I want to settle down right away, Lord Pent... I still have much to do, much to see, much to learn. Would not a wife be very time demanding?"
The boy spoke, but he already knew the answer. Pent, as good a man as he was wasn't known for being the most... supporting husband. Many times has he locked himself in his library for weeks without leaving, having his meals brought in instead of eating with his wife, Louise.
"For a short period, yes... but then, you'll come to enjoy that time. Afterwards, the two of you will slip into a routine, like myself and Louise. Though, I fear that I may be a bad role model; I give Louise such little time these days. If there's anything I can tell you, Erk... it's that you shouldn't let your work consume you, as it has with me. I fear that I'm too old to change, but you still have hope."
Pent spoke, then took a sip of tea. It had cooled a bit, and while it was still good, it wasn't the best it could be. But for now, he thinks, it will do. Erk, on the other hand touches not his tea, he was never much of a tea person. He pondered over what his teacher had said, wondering if it be a lie or not. After all, they had spent so many months away from this place, away from the library, traveling. Pent seemed to not be effected as much.
Erk had to wonder if his teacher was ignoring Louise on purpose. If he were, what could that mean?
"Tell me, who do you favor more, Erk? There's the young Priscilla, she is of noble blood, and thus your union would serve to strengthen both houses. There's the young Nino, the very nature of who her family was would bring great honor and your offspring would surely be blessed with great talent, intelligence and potential. Last, but not least is Serra, who..."
Pent fell silent for a moment, to ponder over what Serra could offer, while Erk kept on praying that his teacher could find nothing good in the girl.
"... Well, she has a great zeal for life, hers is a life filled with much energy, many interesting things to say and know. Things would not be boring with her, I can assure you. That... and you can very well assume her virginity is in-tact."
Erk looked over at his teacher, as if asking something...
"I'm not saying that you should doubt the other two on their claims of purity, mind you. I simply mean that if any of them is to be a virgin, it would be Serra, due to her vows and time spent in a convent with nothing but women.
Pent spoke to the young mage as they sat near a roaring fire in a pair of rather comfortable chairs in his personal study. It was a long time from when he found the child, so small and poor, but with amazing potential. He had taken Erk from near the streets with no future to near noble status with the promise of taking his own position as the Mage General in a few years time.
"I... I'm not sure if I want to settle down right away, Lord Pent... I still have much to do, much to see, much to learn. Would not a wife be very time demanding?"
The boy spoke, but he already knew the answer. Pent, as good a man as he was wasn't known for being the most... supporting husband. Many times has he locked himself in his library for weeks without leaving, having his meals brought in instead of eating with his wife, Louise.
"For a short period, yes... but then, you'll come to enjoy that time. Afterwards, the two of you will slip into a routine, like myself and Louise. Though, I fear that I may be a bad role model; I give Louise such little time these days. If there's anything I can tell you, Erk... it's that you shouldn't let your work consume you, as it has with me. I fear that I'm too old to change, but you still have hope."
Pent spoke, then took a sip of tea. It had cooled a bit, and while it was still good, it wasn't the best it could be. But for now, he thinks, it will do. Erk, on the other hand touches not his tea, he was never much of a tea person. He pondered over what his teacher had said, wondering if it be a lie or not. After all, they had spent so many months away from this place, away from the library, traveling. Pent seemed to not be effected as much.
Erk had to wonder if his teacher was ignoring Louise on purpose. If he were, what could that mean?
"Tell me, who do you favor more, Erk? There's the young Priscilla, she is of noble blood, and thus your union would serve to strengthen both houses. There's the young Nino, the very nature of who her family was would bring great honor and your offspring would surely be blessed with great talent, intelligence and potential. Last, but not least is Serra, who..."
Pent fell silent for a moment, to ponder over what Serra could offer, while Erk kept on praying that his teacher could find nothing good in the girl.
"... Well, she has a great zeal for life, hers is a life filled with much energy, many interesting things to say and know. Things would not be boring with her, I can assure you. That... and you can very well assume her virginity is in-tact."
Erk looked over at his teacher, as if asking something...
"I'm not saying that you should doubt the other two on their claims of purity, mind you. I simply mean that if any of them is to be a virgin, it would be Serra, due to her vows and time spent in a convent with nothing but women.
Drunken Archer
They'd been drinking for several hours, the stranger and the green haired little hunter. He was a new face, had just come into the village, while she was the daughter of the headman. It was a close knit little place, people were wary of strangers, too many bandits and criminals running around these days for their tastes, so he was paid no mind. Except for her, she was unlike the others, she didn't see the harm in helping him; he didn't look like the normal sort that would bring trouble.
She introduced herself as Rebecca, and he was glad somebody would actually talk to him. He asked if she knew of a place where he might find somebody, anybody in need of a man of strategy. Or atleast an able bodied man that could fight, although that was a less desirable option; he was a man of mind, not muscle. She was good enough to show him to the local pub, the gathering place for the men of the village. She told him that it would be the best place to find those who were in need of his services.
To thank her, he offered to buy her a drink, a friendly gesture that she gladly took up, seemingly without a thought as to what other intentions he may have. She was a kind girl, but perhaps a little too much, considering how naive she seemed to be when it came to men. But even so, she was lucky, for he was a decent man, he had not a plan to do her any harm, much less take advantage of her.
With some ale in their stomachs, their tongues were relaxed. Her natural curiousity, backed up by drink got the better of her thoughts that he may not wish to speak of his travels, and she asked him about him about where he had been, what he had done; she wanted to know about his exploits and achievements. She confessed that was just a simple country girl, she'd never gone more than a few miles away from her village in the whole of her life.
He wasn't hesitant about telling her at all, he could in her eyes and the way she spoke that she truly wanted to know; if he were in her place, he'd be asking the same thing. He spoke at great length about his life over many a pint of ale, she was utterly fascinated by it what he had to say; he spoke of lands she never before knew even existed, of the people of the plains who loved their ocean of grass, of Bern and its dragons that still flew high in the skies. He spoke of the grand battles that he had taken part of, of the plans he had devised in great detail, she tried so hard to wrap her mind around the complex strategies he spoke of.
Before either realized what had happened the day had wasted away, the sun was beginning to set. But more importantly, the two of them were drunk, especially Rebecca; she was quite the little light weight.
They were both drunk. The pub was oddly empty that day... perhaps it was a sign...
Before he knew it, she was on him, straddling his lap, her body pressed against his own. Her small arms wrap around his neck for support as his hands are under her skirt, fondling her ass through her thin panties. She moans into his mouth as their tongue wrestle one another in his mouth... she's clearly an experienced girl.
Her small left arm moves between their bodies. As she shifts her weight a bit, allowing her hand to undo his belt with it undone, she slips her small hand into his pants, wrapping it around his stiffening manhood. He groans softly as she pulls her face from his own, and then he moans as she squeezes her hand around him...
"Ohhh... it's so hard..."
She mumbles with a slight drunken slur as she looks down at him, a small smile on her lips. Then, without any manner of warning, she slips down to the floor, her bare knees pressing into the wood below them. Without even needing to be told what to do, he opens his legs wide, allowing her to slip in between them. With a few tugs, his pants comes down... and her tiny hand, wrapped around his rock hard cock comes into view, for all the world to see.
With a small moan she lets go of his cock, noticing that a little bit of precum has dribbled down her fingers. She brings her little hand close to her face and looks at the slightly sticky fluid before licking it up, getting a taste of him. Making a sound of approval, she licks her lips as she looks up at him, that grin of hers telling him that he's going to enjoy what she has planned.
Her eyes sink back down to his manhood as she leans forward, opening her mouth wide. Slowly, she lifts her head up as she wraps her hand around the base of his shaft, stopping just on the verge of driving her mouth down. With a deep breath, she starts to take him into her mouth, inch after inch of his man meat vanishes into her warm, moist little mouth. He moans and groans as he feels more of himself moving inside of her. She just keeps going, actually taking him down her throat as she consumes more and more... until, finally, she's at his balls.
Exhaling, she stops for a few moments, allowing her throat to get used to him. His hands have found their way to her head... but her hair is so tightly braided that he can't work his fingers through it.
After a few moments, she starts to pull her away from his balls, causing inch after inch of himself to slip from her throat and mouth.
Bending her over the table, he pulls her skirt up, over her little ass, then pulls her panties down as she drunkenly whimpers. Pulling his pants down, he presses his stiff manhood against her little slit, making her moan softly as he rubs it up and down the opening, getting the head nice and slick before he thrusts forward. With an ear splitting moan from her, he burying himself up to the balls.
Without giving her time to get used to the girth, he starts to pump her, his hands slipping down to her hips, holding in her place. She moans and squeals as he he fucks her faster and harder, bucking her hips in an attempt to get him to go faster as her nails dig into the old ceder that makes up the table.
She moans and squeals like a cheap whore as he fucks her like an animal, making the table creak under the force and power of their coupling. She screams ever louder each time his balls slap her left leg, she can't take much more of this...
"Ohhh! Oh Elimine...! Harder! Harder! Fuck me hhhhaaaaarrrrddddeerrrr"
She begs him, on the verge of an orgasm. He's only too happy to give her what she wants. Placing his hands onto the table and leaning over her, he starts to fuck her with as much force as he can muster, making her scream at the top of her lungs, her tongue literally hangs out of her mouth as she cums, harder than she ever has before.
Of course, he doesn't stop... oh no. His own orgasm is building now, and he can't stop it. He starts to grunt like a wild beast as he pumps her little cunt, getting ever closer to the edge. He can't speak, he can't warn her... everything he has is going into this orgasm...
And then it finally happens, with a final grunt and thrust, he starts to empty his balls inside of her.
She introduced herself as Rebecca, and he was glad somebody would actually talk to him. He asked if she knew of a place where he might find somebody, anybody in need of a man of strategy. Or atleast an able bodied man that could fight, although that was a less desirable option; he was a man of mind, not muscle. She was good enough to show him to the local pub, the gathering place for the men of the village. She told him that it would be the best place to find those who were in need of his services.
To thank her, he offered to buy her a drink, a friendly gesture that she gladly took up, seemingly without a thought as to what other intentions he may have. She was a kind girl, but perhaps a little too much, considering how naive she seemed to be when it came to men. But even so, she was lucky, for he was a decent man, he had not a plan to do her any harm, much less take advantage of her.
With some ale in their stomachs, their tongues were relaxed. Her natural curiousity, backed up by drink got the better of her thoughts that he may not wish to speak of his travels, and she asked him about him about where he had been, what he had done; she wanted to know about his exploits and achievements. She confessed that was just a simple country girl, she'd never gone more than a few miles away from her village in the whole of her life.
He wasn't hesitant about telling her at all, he could in her eyes and the way she spoke that she truly wanted to know; if he were in her place, he'd be asking the same thing. He spoke at great length about his life over many a pint of ale, she was utterly fascinated by it what he had to say; he spoke of lands she never before knew even existed, of the people of the plains who loved their ocean of grass, of Bern and its dragons that still flew high in the skies. He spoke of the grand battles that he had taken part of, of the plans he had devised in great detail, she tried so hard to wrap her mind around the complex strategies he spoke of.
Before either realized what had happened the day had wasted away, the sun was beginning to set. But more importantly, the two of them were drunk, especially Rebecca; she was quite the little light weight.
They were both drunk. The pub was oddly empty that day... perhaps it was a sign...
Before he knew it, she was on him, straddling his lap, her body pressed against his own. Her small arms wrap around his neck for support as his hands are under her skirt, fondling her ass through her thin panties. She moans into his mouth as their tongue wrestle one another in his mouth... she's clearly an experienced girl.
Her small left arm moves between their bodies. As she shifts her weight a bit, allowing her hand to undo his belt with it undone, she slips her small hand into his pants, wrapping it around his stiffening manhood. He groans softly as she pulls her face from his own, and then he moans as she squeezes her hand around him...
"Ohhh... it's so hard..."
She mumbles with a slight drunken slur as she looks down at him, a small smile on her lips. Then, without any manner of warning, she slips down to the floor, her bare knees pressing into the wood below them. Without even needing to be told what to do, he opens his legs wide, allowing her to slip in between them. With a few tugs, his pants comes down... and her tiny hand, wrapped around his rock hard cock comes into view, for all the world to see.
With a small moan she lets go of his cock, noticing that a little bit of precum has dribbled down her fingers. She brings her little hand close to her face and looks at the slightly sticky fluid before licking it up, getting a taste of him. Making a sound of approval, she licks her lips as she looks up at him, that grin of hers telling him that he's going to enjoy what she has planned.
Her eyes sink back down to his manhood as she leans forward, opening her mouth wide. Slowly, she lifts her head up as she wraps her hand around the base of his shaft, stopping just on the verge of driving her mouth down. With a deep breath, she starts to take him into her mouth, inch after inch of his man meat vanishes into her warm, moist little mouth. He moans and groans as he feels more of himself moving inside of her. She just keeps going, actually taking him down her throat as she consumes more and more... until, finally, she's at his balls.
Exhaling, she stops for a few moments, allowing her throat to get used to him. His hands have found their way to her head... but her hair is so tightly braided that he can't work his fingers through it.
After a few moments, she starts to pull her away from his balls, causing inch after inch of himself to slip from her throat and mouth.
Bending her over the table, he pulls her skirt up, over her little ass, then pulls her panties down as she drunkenly whimpers. Pulling his pants down, he presses his stiff manhood against her little slit, making her moan softly as he rubs it up and down the opening, getting the head nice and slick before he thrusts forward. With an ear splitting moan from her, he burying himself up to the balls.
Without giving her time to get used to the girth, he starts to pump her, his hands slipping down to her hips, holding in her place. She moans and squeals as he he fucks her faster and harder, bucking her hips in an attempt to get him to go faster as her nails dig into the old ceder that makes up the table.
She moans and squeals like a cheap whore as he fucks her like an animal, making the table creak under the force and power of their coupling. She screams ever louder each time his balls slap her left leg, she can't take much more of this...
"Ohhh! Oh Elimine...! Harder! Harder! Fuck me hhhhaaaaarrrrddddeerrrr"
She begs him, on the verge of an orgasm. He's only too happy to give her what she wants. Placing his hands onto the table and leaning over her, he starts to fuck her with as much force as he can muster, making her scream at the top of her lungs, her tongue literally hangs out of her mouth as she cums, harder than she ever has before.
Of course, he doesn't stop... oh no. His own orgasm is building now, and he can't stop it. He starts to grunt like a wild beast as he pumps her little cunt, getting ever closer to the edge. He can't speak, he can't warn her... everything he has is going into this orgasm...
And then it finally happens, with a final grunt and thrust, he starts to empty his balls inside of her.
Last Stand
A darkened room... in the dim light, a figure can be seen laying upon a long bed, her long, teal hair fanned out upon a pillow, stray strands laying against her small, delicate arms which rise above her head and seem to be bound at the wrist upon a headboard. She's dressed merely in a short, off white dress, slitted along the sides to allow for even better freedom of movement.
"Mmm..."
She starts to stir, moaning softly due to her coming from a long, deep sleep. Her groggy eyes slowly open and refuse to focus on the world around her. She tries to move those long, delicate arms... and finds that they are, indeed bound. A rush of fear fills the young Pegasus Knight as the dreamy state she was just in is ripped away, reality slapping her hard in the face...
She was in the middle of a battle upon the Dread Isle, Valor. With a group lead by the Lords Eliwood, Hector and Lady Lyndis, she waged war against Nergal, a man that wished to gain power through the harvesting of Quintessence. She had dismounted from her Pegasus and just gotten through dispatching a creature known as a Morph, a being created by Nergal that was given the physical skills needed to be a Swordmaster. It was easy, really... the creature was no match for her skill with a lance.
It had fallen to the grass below her feet, crumbling to dust... and when she turned, another was before her. It had the face of a woman but the body... it was flat in the chest, but the crotch was smooth... it seemed more gender neutral..
"Such magnificent Quintessence."
It spoke in a decidedly feminine voice. The woman's eyes narrowed, her lance twirled about, ready to strike.
"You're one of them, aren't you?"
She spoke to it, a bit unnerved by the hollow beauty of those golden orbs within its artificial skull. It looked to be unarmed... no weapons in sight... not even a magical Tome. But.. no wait! There, behind it... a Staff is attached to its belt.
"A Magi then? I wonder what form of Staff it is..."
The woman's mind raced. Healing... or Status... most likely Status. Very few Morphs have been seen using healing Staves...
"I am a Morph... Master Nergal has instructed me to gather Quintessence for him... and yours is so beautiful. I must have it."
"I'll not allow myself to die... not here... and not to a such a lowly creature!"
The woman howled and launched herself into an attack, her lance ready, willing and able to rip into this Morphs artificial insides. But, like many of the Magi following, this Morph had speed and because its artificial, it was even faster than those of the flesh. So it was no surprise when this feminine abomination dodged the Ilian beauties attack with grace... but it was a surprise when the creatures grabbed hold of the lances shaft. With a quick movement and a show of inhuman power, the woman, caught off guard, was whipped around with her weapon before being tossed to the ground and the lance ripped from her hands.
The creature then turned on its heel with ease and, as she was scrambling to get up, it tossed the lance like a Javelin behind her... it was almost as if it was trying to get her to go for it...
And, like a fool, she turned like a rookie and made a desperate run for it...
"Such flawed creatures you are..."
The voice called... and before the woman knew it, she felt a wave of warmth pass over her as her eyes grew heavy.
"Sleep... Sta....ff..."
The womans mind echoed as her delicate, graceful figure slowed, her limbs becoming heavy... and within moments it all went black...
And now she finds herself here. She was, no doubt captured by that Morph that put her to sleep. But why? Did it not say that it wanted her Quintessence? If this was the case, why not just kill her while she slept and be done with it? Maybe... maybe she's going to be...
Her eyes widen as as the thought of torture crosses her mind...
... and so she struggles and bucks against whatever binds her, her hair whipping about madly. She cries out in both fear and pain as the ropes... or whatever it is that's holding her bites into her pale skin. However, her small body can't handle this for very long and she collapses, her small, delicate chest rising and falling quickly as she pants. Her wrists are sore and, as she calms down, a warm feeling is felt as it runs down her right arm.
"You have hurt yourself."
Calls that feminine voice from the darkness and those blue eyes widen with shock. The sound of a sole pair of boots come ever closer to the bound Knight of Ilia... and a new rush of fear fills the defenseless woman on the bed. She renews her struggles against her bonds, but it's not long before pain shoots through her wrists, tears born of pain, fear and frustration run down those delicate cheeks of her beautiful face.
"It is... irrational that you would struggle, despite the pain you feel. Does it not make more sense to cease your futile actions?"
The sound of these boots come to an end, just at the foot of the bed. The fallen Sky Rider stops her struggling, the pain she feels from her dual bleeding wrists is too much for her to bear. She feels movement coming from below and when she looks down, she's greeted by the face of that unholy creature... the one who put her to sleep.
It's golden eyes stare at her, the hollowness sending renewed chills down her spine, just as they did when she first saw them. It grows ever closer to her. and then it comes to a halt, it straddling her wide hips, legs on either side. Its head cocks to one side as it stares at the fear filled eyes of the woman below her, it can feel her slight trembling.
"Such beauty should not be tainted by tears..."
The creature says softly before leaning forward, its face coming within inches of the womans. It extends a surprising warm, pink tongue that softly licks her trembling cheeks, laping up her tears. After a brief pause, the raven haired being, moves up her fragile body slowly, to her bound and bleeding wrists.
"Your blood... it flows so freely. Have you ever tasted it? Those with a strong Quintessence... their blood is exquisite... just as I am sure yours will be."
That pink muscle flicks out as its hands move up, pulling away the ropes. It licks the blood from her pale skin before licking at the tender wounds, causing cries of pain to escape the slightly painted red lips of the teal haired woman under the creature. She tries to struggle, but the abomination holds her still, it possess physical strength beyond anything the woman has ever experienced.
"Ahh! Please, let me go!"
The woman cries out, her voice is broken and tainted with fear. Fresh tears begin to flow from her eyes and she sobs lightly. The creature stops its licking and slips down her body, their faces coming within inches of one another for a second time.
"As I have told you, Master Nergal wishes to have your Quintessence... and I will obey my creator. However... he is in no true hurry to have it, and he has allowed me to prepare you for the harvest. I shall take pleasure in my task, my lovely Fiora."
The creature leans in and kisses Fiora, its delicate tongue running over her quivering, unwilling lips. She tries to pull her head away, but a strong hand holds her gorgeous face in place by a cheek, another strong hand slipping up its body to a belt. It unsheathes a dagger, not 8 inches long, but razor sharp... and then it pulls itself away from Fiora's face, holding the blade up.
"No... no! Please... don't..."
Fiora begs softly, the fear of death rushing through her fragile form. The eyes of the creature show no emotion as it slips down her figure, the dragger coming to rest just below Fiora's neck, at the very top of her dress. The hand upon her cheek moves down, grabbing the material of her dress... and a quick thrust is issued...
The dagger, now lodged within the dress itself is pulled down slowly as this golden eyed creature moves down her body. The nude form of Fiora is slowly revealed... her somewhat small, but perfectly formed breasts, topped with small, but hardening nipples, due to the coolness of the chamber are partially hidden under the cut up halves of her now ruined clothes.
Once the dagger reaches the bottom the blade coming within inches of her vaginal opening, the weapon is moved up to Fiora's left arm and, with a quick slash, the left sleave is cut open. The right sleave is also cut open, just as it's counterpart.. and with its work done, the dagger is thrown aside. Those strong bands reach down to her chest and pull away the ruined dress, finally exposing her breasts and panty covered mound to the cool air of the chamber.
"Lovely Fiora, you have a magnificent body. It will be such a pleasure to partake of you."
"Mmm..."
She starts to stir, moaning softly due to her coming from a long, deep sleep. Her groggy eyes slowly open and refuse to focus on the world around her. She tries to move those long, delicate arms... and finds that they are, indeed bound. A rush of fear fills the young Pegasus Knight as the dreamy state she was just in is ripped away, reality slapping her hard in the face...
She was in the middle of a battle upon the Dread Isle, Valor. With a group lead by the Lords Eliwood, Hector and Lady Lyndis, she waged war against Nergal, a man that wished to gain power through the harvesting of Quintessence. She had dismounted from her Pegasus and just gotten through dispatching a creature known as a Morph, a being created by Nergal that was given the physical skills needed to be a Swordmaster. It was easy, really... the creature was no match for her skill with a lance.
It had fallen to the grass below her feet, crumbling to dust... and when she turned, another was before her. It had the face of a woman but the body... it was flat in the chest, but the crotch was smooth... it seemed more gender neutral..
"Such magnificent Quintessence."
It spoke in a decidedly feminine voice. The woman's eyes narrowed, her lance twirled about, ready to strike.
"You're one of them, aren't you?"
She spoke to it, a bit unnerved by the hollow beauty of those golden orbs within its artificial skull. It looked to be unarmed... no weapons in sight... not even a magical Tome. But.. no wait! There, behind it... a Staff is attached to its belt.
"A Magi then? I wonder what form of Staff it is..."
The woman's mind raced. Healing... or Status... most likely Status. Very few Morphs have been seen using healing Staves...
"I am a Morph... Master Nergal has instructed me to gather Quintessence for him... and yours is so beautiful. I must have it."
"I'll not allow myself to die... not here... and not to a such a lowly creature!"
The woman howled and launched herself into an attack, her lance ready, willing and able to rip into this Morphs artificial insides. But, like many of the Magi following, this Morph had speed and because its artificial, it was even faster than those of the flesh. So it was no surprise when this feminine abomination dodged the Ilian beauties attack with grace... but it was a surprise when the creatures grabbed hold of the lances shaft. With a quick movement and a show of inhuman power, the woman, caught off guard, was whipped around with her weapon before being tossed to the ground and the lance ripped from her hands.
The creature then turned on its heel with ease and, as she was scrambling to get up, it tossed the lance like a Javelin behind her... it was almost as if it was trying to get her to go for it...
And, like a fool, she turned like a rookie and made a desperate run for it...
"Such flawed creatures you are..."
The voice called... and before the woman knew it, she felt a wave of warmth pass over her as her eyes grew heavy.
"Sleep... Sta....ff..."
The womans mind echoed as her delicate, graceful figure slowed, her limbs becoming heavy... and within moments it all went black...
And now she finds herself here. She was, no doubt captured by that Morph that put her to sleep. But why? Did it not say that it wanted her Quintessence? If this was the case, why not just kill her while she slept and be done with it? Maybe... maybe she's going to be...
Her eyes widen as as the thought of torture crosses her mind...
... and so she struggles and bucks against whatever binds her, her hair whipping about madly. She cries out in both fear and pain as the ropes... or whatever it is that's holding her bites into her pale skin. However, her small body can't handle this for very long and she collapses, her small, delicate chest rising and falling quickly as she pants. Her wrists are sore and, as she calms down, a warm feeling is felt as it runs down her right arm.
"You have hurt yourself."
Calls that feminine voice from the darkness and those blue eyes widen with shock. The sound of a sole pair of boots come ever closer to the bound Knight of Ilia... and a new rush of fear fills the defenseless woman on the bed. She renews her struggles against her bonds, but it's not long before pain shoots through her wrists, tears born of pain, fear and frustration run down those delicate cheeks of her beautiful face.
"It is... irrational that you would struggle, despite the pain you feel. Does it not make more sense to cease your futile actions?"
The sound of these boots come to an end, just at the foot of the bed. The fallen Sky Rider stops her struggling, the pain she feels from her dual bleeding wrists is too much for her to bear. She feels movement coming from below and when she looks down, she's greeted by the face of that unholy creature... the one who put her to sleep.
It's golden eyes stare at her, the hollowness sending renewed chills down her spine, just as they did when she first saw them. It grows ever closer to her. and then it comes to a halt, it straddling her wide hips, legs on either side. Its head cocks to one side as it stares at the fear filled eyes of the woman below her, it can feel her slight trembling.
"Such beauty should not be tainted by tears..."
The creature says softly before leaning forward, its face coming within inches of the womans. It extends a surprising warm, pink tongue that softly licks her trembling cheeks, laping up her tears. After a brief pause, the raven haired being, moves up her fragile body slowly, to her bound and bleeding wrists.
"Your blood... it flows so freely. Have you ever tasted it? Those with a strong Quintessence... their blood is exquisite... just as I am sure yours will be."
That pink muscle flicks out as its hands move up, pulling away the ropes. It licks the blood from her pale skin before licking at the tender wounds, causing cries of pain to escape the slightly painted red lips of the teal haired woman under the creature. She tries to struggle, but the abomination holds her still, it possess physical strength beyond anything the woman has ever experienced.
"Ahh! Please, let me go!"
The woman cries out, her voice is broken and tainted with fear. Fresh tears begin to flow from her eyes and she sobs lightly. The creature stops its licking and slips down her body, their faces coming within inches of one another for a second time.
"As I have told you, Master Nergal wishes to have your Quintessence... and I will obey my creator. However... he is in no true hurry to have it, and he has allowed me to prepare you for the harvest. I shall take pleasure in my task, my lovely Fiora."
The creature leans in and kisses Fiora, its delicate tongue running over her quivering, unwilling lips. She tries to pull her head away, but a strong hand holds her gorgeous face in place by a cheek, another strong hand slipping up its body to a belt. It unsheathes a dagger, not 8 inches long, but razor sharp... and then it pulls itself away from Fiora's face, holding the blade up.
"No... no! Please... don't..."
Fiora begs softly, the fear of death rushing through her fragile form. The eyes of the creature show no emotion as it slips down her figure, the dragger coming to rest just below Fiora's neck, at the very top of her dress. The hand upon her cheek moves down, grabbing the material of her dress... and a quick thrust is issued...
The dagger, now lodged within the dress itself is pulled down slowly as this golden eyed creature moves down her body. The nude form of Fiora is slowly revealed... her somewhat small, but perfectly formed breasts, topped with small, but hardening nipples, due to the coolness of the chamber are partially hidden under the cut up halves of her now ruined clothes.
Once the dagger reaches the bottom the blade coming within inches of her vaginal opening, the weapon is moved up to Fiora's left arm and, with a quick slash, the left sleave is cut open. The right sleave is also cut open, just as it's counterpart.. and with its work done, the dagger is thrown aside. Those strong bands reach down to her chest and pull away the ruined dress, finally exposing her breasts and panty covered mound to the cool air of the chamber.
"Lovely Fiora, you have a magnificent body. It will be such a pleasure to partake of you."
Night In The Fortress
A dark night... an old, lonely, abandoned fort. A full moon sitting high in the sky, its pale light covering the structure, barely filtering through the dozens of gaping holes which expose the guts of the ancient building to the open air. They had taken to using this place for the night, to provide cover from whatever nature had to offer as they waited for another fellow, who wished to join their misfit band in battle against a mad noble, Hell bent on killing them. All was silent... most of those within had already gone to sleep, while two mounted men silently take up guarding duty, watching for and awaiting any sign of another bandit attack.
In one of the hallways, away from the sleeping others, two sets of boots are heard, one is softer, belonging to most likely a woman while the other is heavier, obviously belonging to a man. A few whimpers follow, and a few grunts of effort come after them. A small, dull torch lights the way into a small room, where the two sets of boots head... and when they stop, the creak of an old, ancient door follows, closing behind them, sealing the room to the outside world.
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With a yelp, the small girl is shoved into an ice cold rock wall, chest first. Quickly placing the torch in a rusted brass holder, he presses his left hand into her back, pinning her down before she has a chance to peel herself away. His right grabs hold of the small leather belt that is a few sizes too big for her and hangs at an angle, right side at her waist, the left hanging down around her small hip. With another yelp from her, he rips it away from her and drops it onto the ground.
Without missing a beat, he moves his hand back to her body and slips it up, under her short dress, his palm finding its way to her little read end. Placing it firmly on her right cheek, he gives it several good, hard squeezes, being rough as he fondles half of her panty clad ass. She squeals softly with every squeeze he gives her, perhaps showing that she enjoys it...
"My, what a firm little ass you have, Florina. It's amazing, really, considering that you spend so many hours of the day just sitting upon the back of a Pegasus."
He comments, just to see how she's respond to his praise of her backside. But, the only response he from the small girl is a slight whimper as her tiny frame begins to tremble. She's so very scared, too scared to control herself... if she hadn't of gone a short while ago, she may have very well wet herself.
"What a rude little thing you are, Florina. When a man compliments you on your body, you should show some appreciation!"
He says with a slightly raised tone as he pulls his hand from her ass, only to bring it down upon it, slapping her across her cheeks with his open palm. She cries out in shock, her eyes going wide with the fact that he struck her. She trembles even more, her whimpering growing louder with every moment that passes, her fear increasing several fold. She wonders if he'll do it again... and is answered when he slaps her ass once more, and then again, again... over and over!
With each slap, she yelps in shock and fear, the whimpering getting ever louder. Her little knees want to buckle and give out, making her collapse... maybe that'll end the assault, or maybe just make it worse? A steady stream of tears begins to flow from her little eyes, she can't help but wonder how much worse this will get before it's all over. And, what will he do with her after he's used her? Would he let her lives, or would he just kill her?
Suddenly, however, his assault on her ends... the only noise that fills the room is her own sobbing and whimpering. Part of her fears that the worst is about to come, especially when he leans in close to her, to the point where she can feel his warm breath on her cheek. He pauses for a moment, to let her mind wander to what could come next, just to instill a little more fear.
"Now, dear Florina, are you going to say 'thank you', or will I have to keep punishing you? It's your choice, really... I don't wish to keep harming you, but if you make me, then I simply won't have any other option."
He asks in a surprisingly gentle tone of voice, lips so very close to her ear. Despite this sudden showing of tenderness, his hand has already been pulled back, ready to strike her again at a moments notice. She sniffles and trembles, shuddering at his being so close to her. She can smell him, she can feel him pressing against her.
She's just so helpless, so trapped by him. She's so very scared, it's so hard for her to even consider speaking. But she has to, she just has to see if it would work.
"... P-p-please, Mark... just... just l-let me... go..."
Florina finally manages to whisper softly, her tone that of begging, pleading. She wants to believe that there's a shred of Humanity in him, a even the smallest shred of kindness. He seemed like such a nice man, very much like the others in the group; she was even assured that he wouldn't hurt her, that he wanted to be her friend. That's why she wasn't on guard, that's why she went to sleep... that's why she found herself being dragged into the womb of this building, fearing what's becoming reality.
She can hear him sigh, she shivers as he exhales. He's so disappointed in her, and for a moment he considers striking her once more. But he doesn't, he just leans into her with more force, making her yelp loudly; she can feel something hard pressing against her little ass... it feels like a large lump in his pants.
"So, the shy little girl finally decides to speak, but it's not what I wanted to hear! I told you to thank me for the compliment, and you didn't even do that right?! I ave you a chance, but now I'm just going to have to punish you for being a bad girl, and it shall be even less enjoyable for than what I was doing before."
She takes a deep breath, expecting another swift, vicious blow... but it doesn't come. Instead, she feels a palm pressing against her bottom, only this time, she can feel his fingers grab a hold of her dress. To her horror he pushes it upward, his palm dragging along her panties, revealing them to the cool night air; her cheeks flush to a deep shade of red within mere moments of the fact.
His left hand moves down her back and then to the left, finally taking hold of her small hip. He takes a few steps back, all the while pulling her backwards, peeling her off the wall slowly. After a short distance he stops moving, leaving her slightly bend over, her breasts squished into the wall, her small rear end thrusted toward him.
"Please, don't..."
She begs in a tiny voice, but he pays her no mind while he pushes her dress up further, bunching the fabric around her waist. Licking his lips slightly, he grabs hold of her little panties and with one swift, suddenly pull, he rips them away from her body. She gasps in horror and shame, knowing full well that her puckered little anus and pussy are now uncovered, on full display for his viewing pleasure. She whimpers and whines rather loudly, body shaking... she can feel his eyes on her, looking at her most intimate of areas.
Her little eyes close tightly, eye lids clamping shut, trying to contain her tears as his hand slips between her small legs, fingers moving to her little slit. She has so little pubic hair it seems, so his fingers meet little resistance as it comes close to her lips. Upon making contact, her eyes snap open, as wide as they can possible go as she moans loudly.
To his great surprise he can feel that she's wet; it's more like she's soaked. Smirking because of this little revelation, Mark removes his fingers from her damp little orifice, then single handedly undoes his belt. As his pants to puddle around his ankles, his stiff, throbbing manhood is finally freed from its captivity. Then, he moves forward slightly as his hand grasps her other hip, making sure to hold her in place despite the fact that she's literally made no attempts to actually get away while he was fiddling with his pants.
Or any other time, for that matter... which simply leads him to believe that this was all an act, a ruse to get him to "force" her into this. She could be a raging little slut that simply likes rape play, and he fell right into her cute and innocent little trap. But, at the moment, he's beyond caring about her motives; his dick is begging for pussy, and pussy it shall have!
Whimpering softly, little Florina tries to brace herself as the head of his cock hits her small leg. He grumbles about the limited light and how it's making it hard for him to properly place his shaft... but, it's just a ruse. He wants to make her squirm, and she really does begin to do so as he slowly drags the head up, along her smooth, tender skin. Her nails scrap against the ancient wall as it moves, trying to hold back the small noises she's making, trying to keep herself from seeming like she wants it.
He takes great pleasure it torturing her in such a way, but even so, he himself is becoming rather impatient, he really does want to bury himself inside of this little bitches pussy. Finally, after a few moments longer, he comes to her little lips, and rubs it against her, making her squirm about, to the point where one can say she's thrashing. SHe desperately tries to not moan, she doesn't want him to think that she's enjoying herself, but of course he already knows that she is, even if she doesn't want to admit it for whatever reason she seems to have.
Suddenly, he takes a tight grip of her little hips and, much to her shock, he ceases his rubbing, only to push forward and impale her on his shaft. Her back arches and her mouth opens in a silent little scream, nails digging to the point where they could break into the wall as he pushes deeper, opening her hot, tight, wet tunnel. Her entire body shakes as he groans, she's just so incredibly tight; it's hard for him to even push himself inside, and it's hard for her to not scream while being split in two.
"Oh dear, sweet Elimine, you're so tight. About the tightest little thing I've ever had the pleasure of being balls deep inside."
He mumbles softly as he bottoms out inside of her, balls pressing against one of her little thighs. He takes a few, long moments to enjoy the feel of her hot, tight, utterly soaked little pussy walls compressing his shaft, as if trying to force him out of her, or maybe to keep him inside of her.
Then, suddenly, he pulls himself out of her, only to slam himself back inside hard, causing her to give a muffled scream. He then pulls himself out again, only to ram himself back in, causing her to give another muffled scream.
Again and again he does so, and every time, she barely contains her screams he starts to pound her, moving faster, putting more force into it. Soon, he's fucking her for everything she's worth, like some cheap little whore, his balls slapping into her thighs, the sounds of her ass hitting his legs grow louder and louder with each thrust.
Finally, she can't take it anymore, she just can't hold back. With every thrust he issues, she screams and moans, her nails trying to dig into the hard wall before her, hating herself for it.
In one of the hallways, away from the sleeping others, two sets of boots are heard, one is softer, belonging to most likely a woman while the other is heavier, obviously belonging to a man. A few whimpers follow, and a few grunts of effort come after them. A small, dull torch lights the way into a small room, where the two sets of boots head... and when they stop, the creak of an old, ancient door follows, closing behind them, sealing the room to the outside world.
---
With a yelp, the small girl is shoved into an ice cold rock wall, chest first. Quickly placing the torch in a rusted brass holder, he presses his left hand into her back, pinning her down before she has a chance to peel herself away. His right grabs hold of the small leather belt that is a few sizes too big for her and hangs at an angle, right side at her waist, the left hanging down around her small hip. With another yelp from her, he rips it away from her and drops it onto the ground.
Without missing a beat, he moves his hand back to her body and slips it up, under her short dress, his palm finding its way to her little read end. Placing it firmly on her right cheek, he gives it several good, hard squeezes, being rough as he fondles half of her panty clad ass. She squeals softly with every squeeze he gives her, perhaps showing that she enjoys it...
"My, what a firm little ass you have, Florina. It's amazing, really, considering that you spend so many hours of the day just sitting upon the back of a Pegasus."
He comments, just to see how she's respond to his praise of her backside. But, the only response he from the small girl is a slight whimper as her tiny frame begins to tremble. She's so very scared, too scared to control herself... if she hadn't of gone a short while ago, she may have very well wet herself.
"What a rude little thing you are, Florina. When a man compliments you on your body, you should show some appreciation!"
He says with a slightly raised tone as he pulls his hand from her ass, only to bring it down upon it, slapping her across her cheeks with his open palm. She cries out in shock, her eyes going wide with the fact that he struck her. She trembles even more, her whimpering growing louder with every moment that passes, her fear increasing several fold. She wonders if he'll do it again... and is answered when he slaps her ass once more, and then again, again... over and over!
With each slap, she yelps in shock and fear, the whimpering getting ever louder. Her little knees want to buckle and give out, making her collapse... maybe that'll end the assault, or maybe just make it worse? A steady stream of tears begins to flow from her little eyes, she can't help but wonder how much worse this will get before it's all over. And, what will he do with her after he's used her? Would he let her lives, or would he just kill her?
Suddenly, however, his assault on her ends... the only noise that fills the room is her own sobbing and whimpering. Part of her fears that the worst is about to come, especially when he leans in close to her, to the point where she can feel his warm breath on her cheek. He pauses for a moment, to let her mind wander to what could come next, just to instill a little more fear.
"Now, dear Florina, are you going to say 'thank you', or will I have to keep punishing you? It's your choice, really... I don't wish to keep harming you, but if you make me, then I simply won't have any other option."
He asks in a surprisingly gentle tone of voice, lips so very close to her ear. Despite this sudden showing of tenderness, his hand has already been pulled back, ready to strike her again at a moments notice. She sniffles and trembles, shuddering at his being so close to her. She can smell him, she can feel him pressing against her.
She's just so helpless, so trapped by him. She's so very scared, it's so hard for her to even consider speaking. But she has to, she just has to see if it would work.
"... P-p-please, Mark... just... just l-let me... go..."
Florina finally manages to whisper softly, her tone that of begging, pleading. She wants to believe that there's a shred of Humanity in him, a even the smallest shred of kindness. He seemed like such a nice man, very much like the others in the group; she was even assured that he wouldn't hurt her, that he wanted to be her friend. That's why she wasn't on guard, that's why she went to sleep... that's why she found herself being dragged into the womb of this building, fearing what's becoming reality.
She can hear him sigh, she shivers as he exhales. He's so disappointed in her, and for a moment he considers striking her once more. But he doesn't, he just leans into her with more force, making her yelp loudly; she can feel something hard pressing against her little ass... it feels like a large lump in his pants.
"So, the shy little girl finally decides to speak, but it's not what I wanted to hear! I told you to thank me for the compliment, and you didn't even do that right?! I ave you a chance, but now I'm just going to have to punish you for being a bad girl, and it shall be even less enjoyable for than what I was doing before."
She takes a deep breath, expecting another swift, vicious blow... but it doesn't come. Instead, she feels a palm pressing against her bottom, only this time, she can feel his fingers grab a hold of her dress. To her horror he pushes it upward, his palm dragging along her panties, revealing them to the cool night air; her cheeks flush to a deep shade of red within mere moments of the fact.
His left hand moves down her back and then to the left, finally taking hold of her small hip. He takes a few steps back, all the while pulling her backwards, peeling her off the wall slowly. After a short distance he stops moving, leaving her slightly bend over, her breasts squished into the wall, her small rear end thrusted toward him.
"Please, don't..."
She begs in a tiny voice, but he pays her no mind while he pushes her dress up further, bunching the fabric around her waist. Licking his lips slightly, he grabs hold of her little panties and with one swift, suddenly pull, he rips them away from her body. She gasps in horror and shame, knowing full well that her puckered little anus and pussy are now uncovered, on full display for his viewing pleasure. She whimpers and whines rather loudly, body shaking... she can feel his eyes on her, looking at her most intimate of areas.
Her little eyes close tightly, eye lids clamping shut, trying to contain her tears as his hand slips between her small legs, fingers moving to her little slit. She has so little pubic hair it seems, so his fingers meet little resistance as it comes close to her lips. Upon making contact, her eyes snap open, as wide as they can possible go as she moans loudly.
To his great surprise he can feel that she's wet; it's more like she's soaked. Smirking because of this little revelation, Mark removes his fingers from her damp little orifice, then single handedly undoes his belt. As his pants to puddle around his ankles, his stiff, throbbing manhood is finally freed from its captivity. Then, he moves forward slightly as his hand grasps her other hip, making sure to hold her in place despite the fact that she's literally made no attempts to actually get away while he was fiddling with his pants.
Or any other time, for that matter... which simply leads him to believe that this was all an act, a ruse to get him to "force" her into this. She could be a raging little slut that simply likes rape play, and he fell right into her cute and innocent little trap. But, at the moment, he's beyond caring about her motives; his dick is begging for pussy, and pussy it shall have!
Whimpering softly, little Florina tries to brace herself as the head of his cock hits her small leg. He grumbles about the limited light and how it's making it hard for him to properly place his shaft... but, it's just a ruse. He wants to make her squirm, and she really does begin to do so as he slowly drags the head up, along her smooth, tender skin. Her nails scrap against the ancient wall as it moves, trying to hold back the small noises she's making, trying to keep herself from seeming like she wants it.
He takes great pleasure it torturing her in such a way, but even so, he himself is becoming rather impatient, he really does want to bury himself inside of this little bitches pussy. Finally, after a few moments longer, he comes to her little lips, and rubs it against her, making her squirm about, to the point where one can say she's thrashing. SHe desperately tries to not moan, she doesn't want him to think that she's enjoying herself, but of course he already knows that she is, even if she doesn't want to admit it for whatever reason she seems to have.
Suddenly, he takes a tight grip of her little hips and, much to her shock, he ceases his rubbing, only to push forward and impale her on his shaft. Her back arches and her mouth opens in a silent little scream, nails digging to the point where they could break into the wall as he pushes deeper, opening her hot, tight, wet tunnel. Her entire body shakes as he groans, she's just so incredibly tight; it's hard for him to even push himself inside, and it's hard for her to not scream while being split in two.
"Oh dear, sweet Elimine, you're so tight. About the tightest little thing I've ever had the pleasure of being balls deep inside."
He mumbles softly as he bottoms out inside of her, balls pressing against one of her little thighs. He takes a few, long moments to enjoy the feel of her hot, tight, utterly soaked little pussy walls compressing his shaft, as if trying to force him out of her, or maybe to keep him inside of her.
Then, suddenly, he pulls himself out of her, only to slam himself back inside hard, causing her to give a muffled scream. He then pulls himself out again, only to ram himself back in, causing her to give another muffled scream.
Again and again he does so, and every time, she barely contains her screams he starts to pound her, moving faster, putting more force into it. Soon, he's fucking her for everything she's worth, like some cheap little whore, his balls slapping into her thighs, the sounds of her ass hitting his legs grow louder and louder with each thrust.
Finally, she can't take it anymore, she just can't hold back. With every thrust he issues, she screams and moans, her nails trying to dig into the hard wall before her, hating herself for it.
Infamous
The past few days for Mark, a mere Tactician in training, had been... stressful, to say the least.
It all started innocently enough. He borrowed a book from Canas, the only Shaman in the small, rag tag force in the hopes that it would quell the desire for knowledge in his heart. However, when he went into a nearby in which to read without interruption, young Nino, a gifted and talented young Mage had come to him in the hopes of finding something to do, as everybody else was too busy for her. But, once she saw the book, her curiosity and desire to learn pushed her to ask Mark to read it to her.
Of course, he didn't think it wise, as not even he could understand the majority of it... but, in the end, he ended up reading to her, after some tears. He pulled the small girl close to him, thinking it natural and having no other motives. After all, he used to do this with his younger sister whenever he read to her.
But alas, the young Mage took it to mean something different. In the way she was raised, where even a loving touch wasn't given to her from her supposed mother, the small girl instantly connected with him, to the point where she thought he loved her. And when he found out... well, needless to say, it shook him to the core.
Needing to set things straight, he went to little Nino's tent, and there he discovered how weak he truly was. The young girl, no more than 14 seduced him, and honestly, this shouldn't have come as a shock. She was, after all, raised by Sonia, the seductress who perverted the once noble Black Fang into a twisting, foul and vile group of murders.
She wore this sexy little nightgown, it was so thin that, in the proper lighting, one would swear she was wearing nothing at all. She sat upon his lap, always keeping herself close to him, her beautiful, supposedly pure and innocent little green eyes looking up at him. Her little lips were so pink, they seemed to glisten in the pale light of the tent, the product of another little gift from her mother.
A man can only be pushed so far by a beautiful, sexy girl, regardless of age before he snaps, and this girl pushed him over the edge. Before he knew what he was doing, he kissed the little thing, his lips pressing hard against her own, his hands finding their way onto her shoulders. His hands travel down her body, fingers running along the nearly bare skin of her back, to her firm little rear end. A squeal escapes the little girls lips as his hands grab hold of her little cheeks, gently squeezing them.
Lifting herself off him, her hands on his shoulders to steady herself. She turns her little body, legs going on either side of his own, straddling him, her lips still on his own. Then, her mouth opens slowly, allowing that little pink muscle of hers to dart out and lick at his lips as the bottom of her little night gown is pulled up. A moan comes between the licking at his hands grab hold of her bare cheeks, squeezing them hard and rough, feeling the tender flesh easily yield to his hands.
"Ohh, Mark... mmm... don't be so rough with me...! You have to be gentle and loving with a young girl like myself!"
Her speech is laced with little moans as she moves over him, trying to get him to ease up on the squeezing he's giving her ass. And, since he has no wish to actually hurt her, he complies by letting go, then messaging her smooth, supple little cheeks, at times pulling them apart, exposing her little anus to the cool, night air.
Her little arms release themselves from his neck, her hands slipping to his shoulders. She takes a hold of him as she moans and mewls, loving how she's being controlled by him... or maybe it's just that she's letting him control her, thus controlling him. However, after letting him have his way with her for a short while, her hands slip down his body, taking hold of his shirt, and then, suddenly, she pushes him down, onto the cot below them. Looking down at him, she smiles, and then she follows suit, pressing her head onto his chest, hands on his shoulders.
"Tell me, Mark... tell me you love me."
Her voice is just above a whisper as she plants little kisses on the right side of his jaw, all the while rubbing her little body against his own, almost writhing against his touch. As her little lips move up and down his jawline and the tongue following suit, he releases one of her cheeks, his fingers slipping down, around her rear end, heading toward her slick little opening... but before he can get there, she breaks away from her kissing and licking, her lips move to his ear;
"Tell me that your heart belongs to me, Mark. Just as my body belon- OH!"
She moans loudly as, finally, his fingers find their way to her little slit. Softly, he caresses her little lips, feeling how utterly soaked she is, her juices running down her little body, dripping onto his pants. Her entire body shudders with every touch, her moans grow louder, she knows very well what's coming oh so very soon.
"Yes, my sweet little Nino, your body does belong to me. And I'm going to use it anyway I please."
His voice sounds confident and reassured, he seems to believe he's in control... it's not like she's done anything to make him think otherwise.
"That sounds... mmm... so good, Mark. I'm going t-"
She suddenly moans loudly as those fingers, which had previously been rubbing her slit are pushed deep inside of her slender, supple form. Sweet, sexy little Nino writhes against his body, moaning in pleasure as he explores that tight little opening, her hands pulling on his shirt, her breathing has become heavy and labored, her entire pussy feels like it's burning... she can feel an orgasm coming on. She tries to push her body down, to further impale herself on his fingers, and he responds by pushing them in further and faster, slapping her little cunt with his palm as he stabs at her tender insides.
"Mmmmmmmmark!!"
All she can do is cry his name before her she goes over the edge, her juices bursting from around his fingers, little muscles spasming around them as they keep pumping away. Small moans escape her lips as he extends the orgasm, his hand is literally soaked to the wrist in her delicious fluids. But then, suddenly, he withdraws his fingers from her, then moves his hand upward as she whimpers, her orgasm, without his manipulations comes to an all too quick finale. Panting and still whimper, she lays her head upon his shoulder, eyes half closed.
Once his hand reaches his face, he licks a few of the fingers, lapping up her juices, tasting them... and to his pleasure, she tastes rather good. A grin comes to his lips as his other hand lifts little Nino's head up from his shoulder, and responds by crawl up his body several inches, her face coming close to his. Her eyes go a bit wide upon seeing how his hand glistens in the light provided by a few lamps in the tent, but if she's surprised to see him covered in her juices, or if she wants to see it better is anyones guess.
"I'm sure you've tasted yourself before, Nino... so, I want you to clean up the mess that tight little pussy of yours has made on my hand. Can you do that for me?"
A little smile comes to her lips as she leans forward, and he responds by rubbing two of the fingers on her little lips. She moans as his touch, and then she opens her mouth, allowing his fingers to slip inside. Her moaning grows louder as her head bobs up and down, her tongue licking at the tips before moving down, then back up again, showing off a little of her oral skills.
"I see Sonia taught you something, after all.."
"Mmm.."
She moans in response as her tongue keeps on working the fingers in her mouth, giving them all of the attentions he can muster, sucking the juices from his fingers. And, once they're clean, little Nino pulls her head away from him, her tongue running over her lips, licking up whatever of her delicious fluids were placed there when he rubbed them.
She looked up at him and smiled the instant she saw his face, saw the look of desire in his eyes. It was a desire born of the knowledge of what that little mouth of hers is capable of, and the thoughts of what else she could do. She knows full well that before this night is through, she'll be showing him the extent of what she's been taught....
"You're such a good girl, Nino... and so, as a nice little reward..."
A sly grin comes to his lips as his hands grasp her shoulders, before slipping down her little sides to her waist. He grasps her slim midsection, just above her somewhat still developing hips, then pulls her small body upward, sliding her little body over his own...
"I'm going to lick your little, I'm going to make you cry and scream in pleasure."
She moans upon hearing that, she can already feel her sweet little opening growing ever more slick as her as her stomach slips past his face, and then squirms as her crotch moves over his face, opening her legs as wide as they'll go as she's moved into a sitting position. Her near hairless little slit hovers mere inches above his mouth for what seems like forever, gasping and whimpering as every little exhaled breath hits her.
"Mark, please... please don't make me wait...!"
She begs between whimpers, wanting him to give her the pleasure she desires, incapable of doing it herself, as his --to her, anyway-- large, strong hands hold her small body in place, making her lower body incapable of movement. But, this is torture for her, she also feels pleasure, she loves the fact he can so easily dominate her... she's a lot like Sonia, that foul demon of a adoptive mother in that regard, as Sonia loved to be dominated by men of power, and so does she.
There's been so many sleepless nights where she's thought of nothing more than being dominated, used... controlled by the men of this army. And really, while she's not the sex kitten that Sonia is --not yet, anyway-- it's easy for her; she's so small, so young, so cute, so innocent looking, with one little sad look she could have the attention of a man, to have him worry for her, to have him offer her comfort... to have him hold her...
... and then he can use her as he so desired.
But also like Sonia, Nino has a dominative streak. She has the desire to be the one in control, to drive a man wild, to have him desire her more than anything, to literally be begging to let him even touch her. It's always a conflict in her... wanting to be dominated but be dominate at the same time. With time, she knows she'll learn to balance it out, but in her youth, in her inexperience, it's hard... so very hard.
For now, she's content to be submissive, and it's paying off for her as, at the moment, she's moaning loudly as he runs his tongue over her wet little pussy lips, her small hands resting on his head, fingers worming their way into his hair. Moments later, his tongue stops its assault on her, but then begins once more, this time pressing into her slit, trying to gain access to the warm depths of her tight little opening.
"Ohhhhh...! Mmm... don't stop! Please Mark... I need to... to... ahhhhh!"
She finds it hard to speak, she can barely get in more than two words between moans. His tongue finally manages to slip between those pink little lips, her moans just grow louder as it runs across her slick, hot walls, lapping up her juices as he presses his lips around her own, a series of lewd, loud slurping noises fills the small tent as he sucks up all that he can.
She pulls at his hair in an attempt to pull him in even deeper as she rocks her small hips, she's literally trying to fuck herself on his tongue. He responds by tightening his grip on her waist to hold her still, giving her a clear message that, until he's good and ready for it to happen, she'll not be getting an orgasm.
Nino whimpers as she arches her little back, if she were stronger, she would have ripped out a few clumps of his hair by now. She's so close to it, so very close to what she knows will be the best orgasm she's had to date...! That is, up until Mark eases up on her, and with a displease little whine, she can merely accept the fact that his tongue movement has slowed to an agonizingly slow licking, his tongue moving across her interior walls in a manner designed simply to torture her.
"Mark...! Please... please don't make me suffer! I... I need this so badly!"
The small girl is reduced to begging, to both of their twisted satisfactions. For Mark, it gives him the feel that he's in power, and for Nino, it's all part of her being dominated and controlled. But, the desire for sexual pleasure is so great that it overrides her need to be dominated, and so her small right hand removes itself from his hair, then slips upward, to her pussy. With a loud cry of pleasure, her little fingers find their way to her clitoris, which peeks out from her slit. Regardless of how tender it is, she doesn't go slowly, she rubs it like a woman possessed, moaning away as waves of near orgasmic glee hit her small body.
But, sadly for her, this doesn't last long, because Mark quickly removes his hands from her waist, then grabs hold of her small wrists, trying to keep her from getting herself off. For a few moments she resists, and then she gives in... but, in return for control over her hands, he's given up control over her body, and the small girl starts to rock her hips once more, rubbing her little slit against his mouth, treating his tongue like it were a small penis. She can't resist it now, she wants to have her orgasm... she needs it too much.
With increasing loud cries of pleasure, little Nino throws her head back as she fucks his face, her back arched, she's being held up only by his hands upon her wrists. It's hard to tell which one is dominate now; is Mark in charge, because it's his tongue, his face, his arms that are giving her pleasure while keeping her position stable, or is it Nino, because she's the one on top, using his body for her own pleasure?
Right now, neither one truly cares... for Nino, she needs this release, she needs it so bad so can taste it and Mark... well, he wants to make her scream his name, he wants to know that it's he who is getting her off.
"Ohhh... ahhh...! Mother... that's mmm... so good. I'm gonna... so very close...!"
She mumbles between her little gasps and moans, the little thing seems to be lost in her own pleasure, she can't even tell that she's with Mark anymore. More words come from the young girl, clearly remnants from Sonia teaching her how to be of use to the Fang... to walk in her footsteps, one might say.
"Yes, that's... ohhhhh...! Gonna... gonna...!"
A loud scream comes from her quivering lips as she finally goes over the edge, her entire body tenses up. The inner muscles of her pussy spasm wildly against his tongue as he starts to lick her with fury, trying to draw out the little girls orgasm.. and much to his surprise, she moans loudly as a second orgasm racks her body, a shudder passing through her entire being. Her juices flow into his mouth and down his neck, soaking not only sheets under their bodies but also his shirt.
It all started innocently enough. He borrowed a book from Canas, the only Shaman in the small, rag tag force in the hopes that it would quell the desire for knowledge in his heart. However, when he went into a nearby in which to read without interruption, young Nino, a gifted and talented young Mage had come to him in the hopes of finding something to do, as everybody else was too busy for her. But, once she saw the book, her curiosity and desire to learn pushed her to ask Mark to read it to her.
Of course, he didn't think it wise, as not even he could understand the majority of it... but, in the end, he ended up reading to her, after some tears. He pulled the small girl close to him, thinking it natural and having no other motives. After all, he used to do this with his younger sister whenever he read to her.
But alas, the young Mage took it to mean something different. In the way she was raised, where even a loving touch wasn't given to her from her supposed mother, the small girl instantly connected with him, to the point where she thought he loved her. And when he found out... well, needless to say, it shook him to the core.
Needing to set things straight, he went to little Nino's tent, and there he discovered how weak he truly was. The young girl, no more than 14 seduced him, and honestly, this shouldn't have come as a shock. She was, after all, raised by Sonia, the seductress who perverted the once noble Black Fang into a twisting, foul and vile group of murders.
She wore this sexy little nightgown, it was so thin that, in the proper lighting, one would swear she was wearing nothing at all. She sat upon his lap, always keeping herself close to him, her beautiful, supposedly pure and innocent little green eyes looking up at him. Her little lips were so pink, they seemed to glisten in the pale light of the tent, the product of another little gift from her mother.
A man can only be pushed so far by a beautiful, sexy girl, regardless of age before he snaps, and this girl pushed him over the edge. Before he knew what he was doing, he kissed the little thing, his lips pressing hard against her own, his hands finding their way onto her shoulders. His hands travel down her body, fingers running along the nearly bare skin of her back, to her firm little rear end. A squeal escapes the little girls lips as his hands grab hold of her little cheeks, gently squeezing them.
Lifting herself off him, her hands on his shoulders to steady herself. She turns her little body, legs going on either side of his own, straddling him, her lips still on his own. Then, her mouth opens slowly, allowing that little pink muscle of hers to dart out and lick at his lips as the bottom of her little night gown is pulled up. A moan comes between the licking at his hands grab hold of her bare cheeks, squeezing them hard and rough, feeling the tender flesh easily yield to his hands.
"Ohh, Mark... mmm... don't be so rough with me...! You have to be gentle and loving with a young girl like myself!"
Her speech is laced with little moans as she moves over him, trying to get him to ease up on the squeezing he's giving her ass. And, since he has no wish to actually hurt her, he complies by letting go, then messaging her smooth, supple little cheeks, at times pulling them apart, exposing her little anus to the cool, night air.
Her little arms release themselves from his neck, her hands slipping to his shoulders. She takes a hold of him as she moans and mewls, loving how she's being controlled by him... or maybe it's just that she's letting him control her, thus controlling him. However, after letting him have his way with her for a short while, her hands slip down his body, taking hold of his shirt, and then, suddenly, she pushes him down, onto the cot below them. Looking down at him, she smiles, and then she follows suit, pressing her head onto his chest, hands on his shoulders.
"Tell me, Mark... tell me you love me."
Her voice is just above a whisper as she plants little kisses on the right side of his jaw, all the while rubbing her little body against his own, almost writhing against his touch. As her little lips move up and down his jawline and the tongue following suit, he releases one of her cheeks, his fingers slipping down, around her rear end, heading toward her slick little opening... but before he can get there, she breaks away from her kissing and licking, her lips move to his ear;
"Tell me that your heart belongs to me, Mark. Just as my body belon- OH!"
She moans loudly as, finally, his fingers find their way to her little slit. Softly, he caresses her little lips, feeling how utterly soaked she is, her juices running down her little body, dripping onto his pants. Her entire body shudders with every touch, her moans grow louder, she knows very well what's coming oh so very soon.
"Yes, my sweet little Nino, your body does belong to me. And I'm going to use it anyway I please."
His voice sounds confident and reassured, he seems to believe he's in control... it's not like she's done anything to make him think otherwise.
"That sounds... mmm... so good, Mark. I'm going t-"
She suddenly moans loudly as those fingers, which had previously been rubbing her slit are pushed deep inside of her slender, supple form. Sweet, sexy little Nino writhes against his body, moaning in pleasure as he explores that tight little opening, her hands pulling on his shirt, her breathing has become heavy and labored, her entire pussy feels like it's burning... she can feel an orgasm coming on. She tries to push her body down, to further impale herself on his fingers, and he responds by pushing them in further and faster, slapping her little cunt with his palm as he stabs at her tender insides.
"Mmmmmmmmark!!"
All she can do is cry his name before her she goes over the edge, her juices bursting from around his fingers, little muscles spasming around them as they keep pumping away. Small moans escape her lips as he extends the orgasm, his hand is literally soaked to the wrist in her delicious fluids. But then, suddenly, he withdraws his fingers from her, then moves his hand upward as she whimpers, her orgasm, without his manipulations comes to an all too quick finale. Panting and still whimper, she lays her head upon his shoulder, eyes half closed.
Once his hand reaches his face, he licks a few of the fingers, lapping up her juices, tasting them... and to his pleasure, she tastes rather good. A grin comes to his lips as his other hand lifts little Nino's head up from his shoulder, and responds by crawl up his body several inches, her face coming close to his. Her eyes go a bit wide upon seeing how his hand glistens in the light provided by a few lamps in the tent, but if she's surprised to see him covered in her juices, or if she wants to see it better is anyones guess.
"I'm sure you've tasted yourself before, Nino... so, I want you to clean up the mess that tight little pussy of yours has made on my hand. Can you do that for me?"
A little smile comes to her lips as she leans forward, and he responds by rubbing two of the fingers on her little lips. She moans as his touch, and then she opens her mouth, allowing his fingers to slip inside. Her moaning grows louder as her head bobs up and down, her tongue licking at the tips before moving down, then back up again, showing off a little of her oral skills.
"I see Sonia taught you something, after all.."
"Mmm.."
She moans in response as her tongue keeps on working the fingers in her mouth, giving them all of the attentions he can muster, sucking the juices from his fingers. And, once they're clean, little Nino pulls her head away from him, her tongue running over her lips, licking up whatever of her delicious fluids were placed there when he rubbed them.
She looked up at him and smiled the instant she saw his face, saw the look of desire in his eyes. It was a desire born of the knowledge of what that little mouth of hers is capable of, and the thoughts of what else she could do. She knows full well that before this night is through, she'll be showing him the extent of what she's been taught....
"You're such a good girl, Nino... and so, as a nice little reward..."
A sly grin comes to his lips as his hands grasp her shoulders, before slipping down her little sides to her waist. He grasps her slim midsection, just above her somewhat still developing hips, then pulls her small body upward, sliding her little body over his own...
"I'm going to lick your little, I'm going to make you cry and scream in pleasure."
She moans upon hearing that, she can already feel her sweet little opening growing ever more slick as her as her stomach slips past his face, and then squirms as her crotch moves over his face, opening her legs as wide as they'll go as she's moved into a sitting position. Her near hairless little slit hovers mere inches above his mouth for what seems like forever, gasping and whimpering as every little exhaled breath hits her.
"Mark, please... please don't make me wait...!"
She begs between whimpers, wanting him to give her the pleasure she desires, incapable of doing it herself, as his --to her, anyway-- large, strong hands hold her small body in place, making her lower body incapable of movement. But, this is torture for her, she also feels pleasure, she loves the fact he can so easily dominate her... she's a lot like Sonia, that foul demon of a adoptive mother in that regard, as Sonia loved to be dominated by men of power, and so does she.
There's been so many sleepless nights where she's thought of nothing more than being dominated, used... controlled by the men of this army. And really, while she's not the sex kitten that Sonia is --not yet, anyway-- it's easy for her; she's so small, so young, so cute, so innocent looking, with one little sad look she could have the attention of a man, to have him worry for her, to have him offer her comfort... to have him hold her...
... and then he can use her as he so desired.
But also like Sonia, Nino has a dominative streak. She has the desire to be the one in control, to drive a man wild, to have him desire her more than anything, to literally be begging to let him even touch her. It's always a conflict in her... wanting to be dominated but be dominate at the same time. With time, she knows she'll learn to balance it out, but in her youth, in her inexperience, it's hard... so very hard.
For now, she's content to be submissive, and it's paying off for her as, at the moment, she's moaning loudly as he runs his tongue over her wet little pussy lips, her small hands resting on his head, fingers worming their way into his hair. Moments later, his tongue stops its assault on her, but then begins once more, this time pressing into her slit, trying to gain access to the warm depths of her tight little opening.
"Ohhhhh...! Mmm... don't stop! Please Mark... I need to... to... ahhhhh!"
She finds it hard to speak, she can barely get in more than two words between moans. His tongue finally manages to slip between those pink little lips, her moans just grow louder as it runs across her slick, hot walls, lapping up her juices as he presses his lips around her own, a series of lewd, loud slurping noises fills the small tent as he sucks up all that he can.
She pulls at his hair in an attempt to pull him in even deeper as she rocks her small hips, she's literally trying to fuck herself on his tongue. He responds by tightening his grip on her waist to hold her still, giving her a clear message that, until he's good and ready for it to happen, she'll not be getting an orgasm.
Nino whimpers as she arches her little back, if she were stronger, she would have ripped out a few clumps of his hair by now. She's so close to it, so very close to what she knows will be the best orgasm she's had to date...! That is, up until Mark eases up on her, and with a displease little whine, she can merely accept the fact that his tongue movement has slowed to an agonizingly slow licking, his tongue moving across her interior walls in a manner designed simply to torture her.
"Mark...! Please... please don't make me suffer! I... I need this so badly!"
The small girl is reduced to begging, to both of their twisted satisfactions. For Mark, it gives him the feel that he's in power, and for Nino, it's all part of her being dominated and controlled. But, the desire for sexual pleasure is so great that it overrides her need to be dominated, and so her small right hand removes itself from his hair, then slips upward, to her pussy. With a loud cry of pleasure, her little fingers find their way to her clitoris, which peeks out from her slit. Regardless of how tender it is, she doesn't go slowly, she rubs it like a woman possessed, moaning away as waves of near orgasmic glee hit her small body.
But, sadly for her, this doesn't last long, because Mark quickly removes his hands from her waist, then grabs hold of her small wrists, trying to keep her from getting herself off. For a few moments she resists, and then she gives in... but, in return for control over her hands, he's given up control over her body, and the small girl starts to rock her hips once more, rubbing her little slit against his mouth, treating his tongue like it were a small penis. She can't resist it now, she wants to have her orgasm... she needs it too much.
With increasing loud cries of pleasure, little Nino throws her head back as she fucks his face, her back arched, she's being held up only by his hands upon her wrists. It's hard to tell which one is dominate now; is Mark in charge, because it's his tongue, his face, his arms that are giving her pleasure while keeping her position stable, or is it Nino, because she's the one on top, using his body for her own pleasure?
Right now, neither one truly cares... for Nino, she needs this release, she needs it so bad so can taste it and Mark... well, he wants to make her scream his name, he wants to know that it's he who is getting her off.
"Ohhh... ahhh...! Mother... that's mmm... so good. I'm gonna... so very close...!"
She mumbles between her little gasps and moans, the little thing seems to be lost in her own pleasure, she can't even tell that she's with Mark anymore. More words come from the young girl, clearly remnants from Sonia teaching her how to be of use to the Fang... to walk in her footsteps, one might say.
"Yes, that's... ohhhhh...! Gonna... gonna...!"
A loud scream comes from her quivering lips as she finally goes over the edge, her entire body tenses up. The inner muscles of her pussy spasm wildly against his tongue as he starts to lick her with fury, trying to draw out the little girls orgasm.. and much to his surprise, she moans loudly as a second orgasm racks her body, a shudder passing through her entire being. Her juices flow into his mouth and down his neck, soaking not only sheets under their bodies but also his shirt.
The Final Acts Of Lord Elbert
It was a desperate moment in time for Eliwood and his little band; they were at the Dragon's Gate and Lord Elbert, his father was so close by, yet so far away. Eliwood wanted to go to his father regardless of who stood in his way, but there was a problem; the Angel of Death. He stood between them and Elbert, and he was joined by a Morph Sage who was part of the plot to sow civil war amongst the lords of Lycia.
Elbert was weak, his body worn from lack of food; Nergal kept him alive but only by just enough. Speaking of the devil in the flesh, Nergal was there, standing behind the Angel of Death and his Morph creation, a sly smirk on his lips. Eliwood wished for nothing more than to wipe it from his face, but of course he would have to go through something greater than the pits of Hell to do so.
"Ah, young Eliwood and his little friends, so good of you to come. I see that you're as well as can be expected from that last battle, and I can see that you've come to realize that Elbert is very much alive. But sadly all of your efforts will be for naught; Elbert's life is about to end. And do you know what will be the instrument of his death, my young 'friends'?"
He chuckled slightly as he raised a hand, then directed for somebody to come from the shadows. The form of a slender, long haired girl in a dress appears as she came from the darkness; it was Ninian, the girl whom Nergal had been chasing for so long. Eliwood's heart almost skipped a beat as he looked at her, thankful that she was safe.
"Ninian, get away from him!"
He called out to her, but she seemed to not hear him. Ninian went to Nergal, and once at his side she turned to face Elbert and by proxy his son; her eyes were hollow, devoid of the spark of intelligence that had always present. Eliwood wondered what had been done to her; if Nergal did then he would make that black hearted monster pay!
"Ninian, I want you to open the Gate for me."
"Require... much Quintessence..."
She spoke with a monotone voice, it lacked even the most basic of Humanity. Nergal smiled and extended a hand toward Elbert, still laying on the floor from where he had been fallen moments prior, when the Angel of Death appeared. Ninian looked at him with hollow eyes and nodded, then began to move toward the weakened Lord of Pherae. Eliwood felt his stomach twist, he had no idea what Ninian would do to his father, but he felt that it would surely cost him dearly.
"Ninian, stop! Please, just stop this!"
He cried out, but she paid him no mind. Her movements were light and swift, she barely made a sound as she came to the fallen man and then looked down at him. Despite being so weak, he had great Quintessence in him, she could feel it flowing from him and into every fiber of her being just by being so close. And yet, it wasn't enough... she needed more; she needed to have him build his Quintessence. Instinctively, she knew what to do; she had to force him into an intense emotional state. Being so close to death, putting his life in jeopardy was not an option... and threatening the life of his son was too dangerous. She had to do something else... something far more fun.
"Lord Elbert... do not... resist me. I will... make this... feel very... good..."
She spoke, her voice so small and soft, regardless of how unnatural it sounded. She dropped to her knees at his side, then looked at him; he looked back at her, directly in the eyes. He knew what she was going to do, but he was incapable of fighting her off... if he even wanted to. She reached out with her small hands and took hold of his belt, then began to unbuckle it, the sound of it echoing in the vast empty hall that was the Gate room. Eliwood was confused, he wondered what she was doing, but that feeling in his stomach grew stronger; he felt like he was going to be ill.
The belt undone, it was discarded as her hands slipped into his pants, looking for what she wanted, and when she found it Elbert groaned softly. Slowly, she pulled it from his pants, exposing it for everybody in the chamber to see; it was his penis, still a bit flaccid but growing stiff due to the young girls soft, gentle hands wrapped around it. Eliwood's mouth ran dry as he watched the pale girl slowly move her small hands on the shaft, making his father groan in pleasure as he grew solid and erect. The whole of his body trembled, his stomach tied itself into a knot as he saw her remove her small hands... only to take the shaft into her mouth, inch by agonizing inch, her lips stretching to accept the bulk. He felt a stirring in his own loins, but the shock and outright horror of watching a girl whom he felt something for slowly bobbing her head on his own fathers penis was overriding his arousal.
Elbert moaned as he felt the young girls warm, moist mouth move along his shaft, it was a feeling he'd not felt in so many years. Even if he were strong enough to do it, he most likely wouldn't be fighting off this girl; the pleasure he felt from her mouth was just that great. His eyes almost rolled into the back of his head when, suddenly, she began to speed up her bobbing, her sucking growing more fierce and powerful. He could feel her small tongue teasing the head of his manhood, licking gently at the slit from which his precum flowed. He was barely able to lift his head and look down at the girl, but all he could see was the top of her head. A hand weakly tried to reach her, but it only made it halfway down his torso before it could go no further.
"N-N-Nin...ian..."
He mumbled softly, barely able to even talk. Eliwood, who was watching this in a state of shock was hoping that his father would try to call off this madness; indeed, his heart felt light as he expected his father to plead for her to cease this act of sexual pleasure. He needed to hear it... he needed to know that his father wouldn't simply take this without resistance.
"S-s-s-suck it... fas...ter... I... I'm going... to..."
Eliwood's heart felt like it was torn in half; his father was enjoying this! His own father... was enjoying being felicated by this young woman who was being controlled by Nergal. He was enjoying having his dick sucked by a girl whom his son had developed feelings for! Eliwood's respect for his father was shattered so completely. He felt like he was going numb, like his body was freezing up just as it began to grow far more intense between his father and the lovely young woman whom was pleasuring him.
Ninian sped her pace up considerably, making Elbert moan as loudly as he could manage, head tilting back while crying out in pleasure and delight. He didn't have the energy to fight back his orgasm so that he could enjoy her mouth further, and so, after a very short time of her increased sucking he came in her mouth, mewling like a small child as she swallowed all that he gave her, all the while her tongue licked at him, making sure to lap up every little bit that he could give her.
Quickly for the two of them, but agonizingly slow for Eliwood, Elbert's orgasm came to an end. Even with this orgasm and the level of pleasure he felt, Elbert's Quintessence simply wasn't enough for her to open the Dragon's Gate; she would have to do something more to him, something to bring him to the height of pleasure, to put him in a state of sexual ecstasy. She licked his shaft clean of any remaining seed, and then made sure to keep him stiff and rigid, for she needed him to be errect for the next step.
Ninian pulled her little mouth off of his shaft and then stood, only to begin disrobing. Eliwood's eyes widened in utter horror as he say her slowly pull away a her tight fitting dress, revealing more andmore of her pale, supple little body. Even in this state of disgust he couldn't help but leer at her beauty; her skin was flawless, her exposed breasts, while small were perky and supple with hard, errect little nipples that stood up proudly. Her torso was more flawless pale skin, her waist was slender and led into well defined hips. Lower still his eyes traveled to her crotch; there was a fine tuft of blue pubic hair covering her most prized physical possession. His heart raced as he looked lower, to her creamy little thighs... he could see streaks of fluid running down them; she was wet and ready to go.
She stood over Elbert, her feet on either side of his lap before sinking down to her knees. She opened her legs wide and took hold of his phallus, then held it straight as she lowered herself further onto him, forcing the head between her vaginal lips. She moaned softly as he groaned, his hips rising just slightly, as if trying to push himself in deeper as she forced it into her tight opening. She placed a hand on Elbert's torso to help keep her stable as she pushed herself harder, taking more and more of his length into her, sinking lower, threatening to swallow him whole. Her fingers dig into his shirt as she moans louder, then bites her lip as as, finally, she bottoms out on him.
Panting softly, she takes a moment to adjust to the invader, all the while Elbert moans softly; she was just so tight, her pussy was clenching his shaft. Placing her other hand on his chest Ninian, leaned forward and began to rock her hips back and forth, making Elbert groan in between moans, his body trembling. Grabbing hold of the material of his shirt tightly, she began to fuck him, pulling herself up along his shaft, only to drive her body back onto it, over and over, moving with more speed and more force as her pussy began to loosen up, her juices began to almost pour out of her.
"Ahhh... ohh... Lord Elbert... so good..."
She mumbled softly, even in this strangely controlled state, she was able to express pleasure verbally, beyond moaning. Eliwood's eyes began to tear up as he collapsed to his knees, hand wrapping around his stomach. He couldn't watch this, he couldn't watch the girl he loved acted like a common harlot. He felt like he was going to throw up as the tears began to flow from his eyes. The sounds of sex were filling the entire chamber, and then came a dull thwaping noise.
When he looked up, he saw her riding him with intensity; she was sitting on him, her back straightened out while she bounced herself on him, her breasts bouncing freely. She cried out in pleasure as he moaned loudly, her back arching, pushing out her chest as her small hands grabbed his own and pulled them up, then pressed his palms against her breasts. Elbert squeezed them with every ounce of his strength, he'd not felt such youthful breasts since he himself was a younger man.
It was too much for Eliwood; he looked down and then his stomach spasmed, sending up a wave of vomit as he cried like a child. The cries of pleasure, the sounds of sex played on as his stomach emptied itself. He didn't want this to happen, he wanted this to all be a nightmare; but it wasn't, this was his life, this was reality. His heart was breaking, he didn't think it could get worse, but then it did; Ninian screamed as an orgasm ripped through her slender form, her pussy exploding in a spray of fuids. Elbert moaned louder than he ever had previously as her muscles went crazy around his shaft as she kept riding him.
"Orgasm... orgasm... in me..."
She moaned softly, it was something Elbert didn't need to be told. His balls began to tighten as she kept going strong, moaning loudly as her orgasm kept coursing through every fiber of her being. Soon, he too cried out as another orgasm hit, his balls tightening and then spasming, pumping his seed deep inside of her. A second orgasm rips through her small body, triggered by his own and for a moment her mind went blank as she lost in a sea of orgasmic bliss.
She could feel his Quintessence, it's grown in power so many times over; but it's still not enough! She needs more Quintessence, she needs to get it even higher, even though her body isn't capable of doing more at the moment. She knows it to be a risk, but she doesn't care. Letting go of his hands, she places her own on his chest and, suddenly, a light errupts from around her body and begins to flow into Elbert, making him feel stronger, making him feel more alive than he has in a long time.
Just as suddenly as it began, the light ceased... and then she fell backwards, her body hitting his legs. She pants and mewls softly, her pussy feeling so empty without his shaft; it oozes their combined fluids softly. Elbert, meanwhile sits himself up and looks down at the young girl who had given him more sexual pleasure in this short bit of time than he's felt in years, then looked at Nergal. Instantly, he pulled his legs from under her and Ninian fell to the floor, a sheet of sweat forming on her body; he wanted to kill the bastard who had kidnapped and then all but starved him to death. But just as he got to his knees, her heard her small voice;
"Lord Elbert... I... I want... I need... more... please..."
She looked up at him, her small crimson eyes barely open. He looked down at her and his dick stirred to life again when he realized she was holding her pussy open for him with her fingers, inviting him back inside. She was holding her most private of areas wide open for him; how could he refuse her when she's done such a thing? Part of him felt truly horrible for all that's happened, but that was a small voice in his mind, which was being drowned out by a more powerful, louder voice telling him to take her offer. His libido was demanding that he do with her as he pleased, considering that she was offering him sexual pleasure.
And it was getting the better of him. He edged closer toward her, and this caused her legs to spread open wide; she was beaconing for him to come to her, to enter her. He couldn't help himself... he moved between her small legs with all the speed he could muster and then grabbed hold of her small hips, raising her rear up, off the floor. She looked up at him, her eyes so hollow and glassy, but he could see something, beyond Nergal's hold; it was a powerful sexual desire, she was being consumed by lust. His dick felt like it was made of stone, it ached for her moist heat... and so, he moved forward, just enough for the head of his manhood to come into contact with her small opening. She trembled and gasped at the feel, and whimpered, wanting him to enter...
She shrieked in pleasure as he suddenly drove himself forward, impaling her on his shaft. Her back arched as her head tilted back, a long, loud moan coming out as he pushed into her, sinking deeper and deeper... until, finally, he bottomed out. She gasped at the feel of his balls resting on her small ass and then wrapped her slender legs around his waist, holding onto him just enough to not hamper his movements. Slowly, he began to pump to pump her, causing her to squeal slightly with every thrust as her body jerked along the ground, breasts jiggling slightly.
Her small hands tried to take hold of the floor below her, nails attemtping to dig into the hard surface as he pumped her with more speed and force, her squeals turning into moans. He grunted softly as he threw himself into her, plow her up to his balls, only to pull back until only the head was left simply to thrust back in. He watched her jiggling breasts as they moved in time with his fucking of her small, tight little love hole; they were so magnificent, so lovely. He couldn't help himself, he leaned forward and popped one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking it with vigor, his tongue lapping at, making her moan and writhe in increased pleasure. He took her bother breast in his hand and gently fondled it, ensuring that her nipple bore the full attention of his palm.
Eliwood's mind felt so numb; he was watching his father pumping the girl that he loved and he couldn't help but feel incredibly aroused by it. His pants felt so tight as he watched them fornicating, hearing the sounds of their sexual organs interacting, the moans escaping Ninian's pretty red little lips. Part of him wanted to do something about it, he wanted to go and join them, but something was locking him in place; it was the horror of what he was seeing. His father was committing adultery right in-front of his own child, allowing his wanton passion to override the vows he had taken when he married his wife.
"Ahhh... ahhh... Lord Elbert... yes... yes... I... I love it..."
Ninian mumbled, her voice filled with lust; if Nergal had released control she didn't show any other signs. A puddle of her juices had formed between her legs, her pussy was making filthy, lewd squishing noises as he moved in her. With every thrust was a moan, regardless of how fast, how powerful it was; and he was fucking with her such speed and reckless abandon that it seemed like one long, unbroken cry of pleasure.
He buried his face between her breasts, his lips and tongue playing with the flesh between them as he took hold of them, fondling her. His fingers took hold of her nipples and pinched and tweaking them softly, making her writhe and head thrash about. She was lost in the pleasure he was giving her, her body felt like it was going to explode at any moment; and for the third time in less than an hour she orgasmed. It was an intense one, too, her entire body goes stiff as her legs tighten around his waist, her back arched as far as possible and her head tilted back as her mouth hangs open in a silent scream.
The torrent of fluids, combined with her spasming muscles made it so incredibly difficult for him to hold out, but somehow he was able to; his iron will had been well fortified by the energy she had given him.
Elbert was weak, his body worn from lack of food; Nergal kept him alive but only by just enough. Speaking of the devil in the flesh, Nergal was there, standing behind the Angel of Death and his Morph creation, a sly smirk on his lips. Eliwood wished for nothing more than to wipe it from his face, but of course he would have to go through something greater than the pits of Hell to do so.
"Ah, young Eliwood and his little friends, so good of you to come. I see that you're as well as can be expected from that last battle, and I can see that you've come to realize that Elbert is very much alive. But sadly all of your efforts will be for naught; Elbert's life is about to end. And do you know what will be the instrument of his death, my young 'friends'?"
He chuckled slightly as he raised a hand, then directed for somebody to come from the shadows. The form of a slender, long haired girl in a dress appears as she came from the darkness; it was Ninian, the girl whom Nergal had been chasing for so long. Eliwood's heart almost skipped a beat as he looked at her, thankful that she was safe.
"Ninian, get away from him!"
He called out to her, but she seemed to not hear him. Ninian went to Nergal, and once at his side she turned to face Elbert and by proxy his son; her eyes were hollow, devoid of the spark of intelligence that had always present. Eliwood wondered what had been done to her; if Nergal did then he would make that black hearted monster pay!
"Ninian, I want you to open the Gate for me."
"Require... much Quintessence..."
She spoke with a monotone voice, it lacked even the most basic of Humanity. Nergal smiled and extended a hand toward Elbert, still laying on the floor from where he had been fallen moments prior, when the Angel of Death appeared. Ninian looked at him with hollow eyes and nodded, then began to move toward the weakened Lord of Pherae. Eliwood felt his stomach twist, he had no idea what Ninian would do to his father, but he felt that it would surely cost him dearly.
"Ninian, stop! Please, just stop this!"
He cried out, but she paid him no mind. Her movements were light and swift, she barely made a sound as she came to the fallen man and then looked down at him. Despite being so weak, he had great Quintessence in him, she could feel it flowing from him and into every fiber of her being just by being so close. And yet, it wasn't enough... she needed more; she needed to have him build his Quintessence. Instinctively, she knew what to do; she had to force him into an intense emotional state. Being so close to death, putting his life in jeopardy was not an option... and threatening the life of his son was too dangerous. She had to do something else... something far more fun.
"Lord Elbert... do not... resist me. I will... make this... feel very... good..."
She spoke, her voice so small and soft, regardless of how unnatural it sounded. She dropped to her knees at his side, then looked at him; he looked back at her, directly in the eyes. He knew what she was going to do, but he was incapable of fighting her off... if he even wanted to. She reached out with her small hands and took hold of his belt, then began to unbuckle it, the sound of it echoing in the vast empty hall that was the Gate room. Eliwood was confused, he wondered what she was doing, but that feeling in his stomach grew stronger; he felt like he was going to be ill.
The belt undone, it was discarded as her hands slipped into his pants, looking for what she wanted, and when she found it Elbert groaned softly. Slowly, she pulled it from his pants, exposing it for everybody in the chamber to see; it was his penis, still a bit flaccid but growing stiff due to the young girls soft, gentle hands wrapped around it. Eliwood's mouth ran dry as he watched the pale girl slowly move her small hands on the shaft, making his father groan in pleasure as he grew solid and erect. The whole of his body trembled, his stomach tied itself into a knot as he saw her remove her small hands... only to take the shaft into her mouth, inch by agonizing inch, her lips stretching to accept the bulk. He felt a stirring in his own loins, but the shock and outright horror of watching a girl whom he felt something for slowly bobbing her head on his own fathers penis was overriding his arousal.
Elbert moaned as he felt the young girls warm, moist mouth move along his shaft, it was a feeling he'd not felt in so many years. Even if he were strong enough to do it, he most likely wouldn't be fighting off this girl; the pleasure he felt from her mouth was just that great. His eyes almost rolled into the back of his head when, suddenly, she began to speed up her bobbing, her sucking growing more fierce and powerful. He could feel her small tongue teasing the head of his manhood, licking gently at the slit from which his precum flowed. He was barely able to lift his head and look down at the girl, but all he could see was the top of her head. A hand weakly tried to reach her, but it only made it halfway down his torso before it could go no further.
"N-N-Nin...ian..."
He mumbled softly, barely able to even talk. Eliwood, who was watching this in a state of shock was hoping that his father would try to call off this madness; indeed, his heart felt light as he expected his father to plead for her to cease this act of sexual pleasure. He needed to hear it... he needed to know that his father wouldn't simply take this without resistance.
"S-s-s-suck it... fas...ter... I... I'm going... to..."
Eliwood's heart felt like it was torn in half; his father was enjoying this! His own father... was enjoying being felicated by this young woman who was being controlled by Nergal. He was enjoying having his dick sucked by a girl whom his son had developed feelings for! Eliwood's respect for his father was shattered so completely. He felt like he was going numb, like his body was freezing up just as it began to grow far more intense between his father and the lovely young woman whom was pleasuring him.
Ninian sped her pace up considerably, making Elbert moan as loudly as he could manage, head tilting back while crying out in pleasure and delight. He didn't have the energy to fight back his orgasm so that he could enjoy her mouth further, and so, after a very short time of her increased sucking he came in her mouth, mewling like a small child as she swallowed all that he gave her, all the while her tongue licked at him, making sure to lap up every little bit that he could give her.
Quickly for the two of them, but agonizingly slow for Eliwood, Elbert's orgasm came to an end. Even with this orgasm and the level of pleasure he felt, Elbert's Quintessence simply wasn't enough for her to open the Dragon's Gate; she would have to do something more to him, something to bring him to the height of pleasure, to put him in a state of sexual ecstasy. She licked his shaft clean of any remaining seed, and then made sure to keep him stiff and rigid, for she needed him to be errect for the next step.
Ninian pulled her little mouth off of his shaft and then stood, only to begin disrobing. Eliwood's eyes widened in utter horror as he say her slowly pull away a her tight fitting dress, revealing more andmore of her pale, supple little body. Even in this state of disgust he couldn't help but leer at her beauty; her skin was flawless, her exposed breasts, while small were perky and supple with hard, errect little nipples that stood up proudly. Her torso was more flawless pale skin, her waist was slender and led into well defined hips. Lower still his eyes traveled to her crotch; there was a fine tuft of blue pubic hair covering her most prized physical possession. His heart raced as he looked lower, to her creamy little thighs... he could see streaks of fluid running down them; she was wet and ready to go.
She stood over Elbert, her feet on either side of his lap before sinking down to her knees. She opened her legs wide and took hold of his phallus, then held it straight as she lowered herself further onto him, forcing the head between her vaginal lips. She moaned softly as he groaned, his hips rising just slightly, as if trying to push himself in deeper as she forced it into her tight opening. She placed a hand on Elbert's torso to help keep her stable as she pushed herself harder, taking more and more of his length into her, sinking lower, threatening to swallow him whole. Her fingers dig into his shirt as she moans louder, then bites her lip as as, finally, she bottoms out on him.
Panting softly, she takes a moment to adjust to the invader, all the while Elbert moans softly; she was just so tight, her pussy was clenching his shaft. Placing her other hand on his chest Ninian, leaned forward and began to rock her hips back and forth, making Elbert groan in between moans, his body trembling. Grabbing hold of the material of his shirt tightly, she began to fuck him, pulling herself up along his shaft, only to drive her body back onto it, over and over, moving with more speed and more force as her pussy began to loosen up, her juices began to almost pour out of her.
"Ahhh... ohh... Lord Elbert... so good..."
She mumbled softly, even in this strangely controlled state, she was able to express pleasure verbally, beyond moaning. Eliwood's eyes began to tear up as he collapsed to his knees, hand wrapping around his stomach. He couldn't watch this, he couldn't watch the girl he loved acted like a common harlot. He felt like he was going to throw up as the tears began to flow from his eyes. The sounds of sex were filling the entire chamber, and then came a dull thwaping noise.
When he looked up, he saw her riding him with intensity; she was sitting on him, her back straightened out while she bounced herself on him, her breasts bouncing freely. She cried out in pleasure as he moaned loudly, her back arching, pushing out her chest as her small hands grabbed his own and pulled them up, then pressed his palms against her breasts. Elbert squeezed them with every ounce of his strength, he'd not felt such youthful breasts since he himself was a younger man.
It was too much for Eliwood; he looked down and then his stomach spasmed, sending up a wave of vomit as he cried like a child. The cries of pleasure, the sounds of sex played on as his stomach emptied itself. He didn't want this to happen, he wanted this to all be a nightmare; but it wasn't, this was his life, this was reality. His heart was breaking, he didn't think it could get worse, but then it did; Ninian screamed as an orgasm ripped through her slender form, her pussy exploding in a spray of fuids. Elbert moaned louder than he ever had previously as her muscles went crazy around his shaft as she kept riding him.
"Orgasm... orgasm... in me..."
She moaned softly, it was something Elbert didn't need to be told. His balls began to tighten as she kept going strong, moaning loudly as her orgasm kept coursing through every fiber of her being. Soon, he too cried out as another orgasm hit, his balls tightening and then spasming, pumping his seed deep inside of her. A second orgasm rips through her small body, triggered by his own and for a moment her mind went blank as she lost in a sea of orgasmic bliss.
She could feel his Quintessence, it's grown in power so many times over; but it's still not enough! She needs more Quintessence, she needs to get it even higher, even though her body isn't capable of doing more at the moment. She knows it to be a risk, but she doesn't care. Letting go of his hands, she places her own on his chest and, suddenly, a light errupts from around her body and begins to flow into Elbert, making him feel stronger, making him feel more alive than he has in a long time.
Just as suddenly as it began, the light ceased... and then she fell backwards, her body hitting his legs. She pants and mewls softly, her pussy feeling so empty without his shaft; it oozes their combined fluids softly. Elbert, meanwhile sits himself up and looks down at the young girl who had given him more sexual pleasure in this short bit of time than he's felt in years, then looked at Nergal. Instantly, he pulled his legs from under her and Ninian fell to the floor, a sheet of sweat forming on her body; he wanted to kill the bastard who had kidnapped and then all but starved him to death. But just as he got to his knees, her heard her small voice;
"Lord Elbert... I... I want... I need... more... please..."
She looked up at him, her small crimson eyes barely open. He looked down at her and his dick stirred to life again when he realized she was holding her pussy open for him with her fingers, inviting him back inside. She was holding her most private of areas wide open for him; how could he refuse her when she's done such a thing? Part of him felt truly horrible for all that's happened, but that was a small voice in his mind, which was being drowned out by a more powerful, louder voice telling him to take her offer. His libido was demanding that he do with her as he pleased, considering that she was offering him sexual pleasure.
And it was getting the better of him. He edged closer toward her, and this caused her legs to spread open wide; she was beaconing for him to come to her, to enter her. He couldn't help himself... he moved between her small legs with all the speed he could muster and then grabbed hold of her small hips, raising her rear up, off the floor. She looked up at him, her eyes so hollow and glassy, but he could see something, beyond Nergal's hold; it was a powerful sexual desire, she was being consumed by lust. His dick felt like it was made of stone, it ached for her moist heat... and so, he moved forward, just enough for the head of his manhood to come into contact with her small opening. She trembled and gasped at the feel, and whimpered, wanting him to enter...
She shrieked in pleasure as he suddenly drove himself forward, impaling her on his shaft. Her back arched as her head tilted back, a long, loud moan coming out as he pushed into her, sinking deeper and deeper... until, finally, he bottomed out. She gasped at the feel of his balls resting on her small ass and then wrapped her slender legs around his waist, holding onto him just enough to not hamper his movements. Slowly, he began to pump to pump her, causing her to squeal slightly with every thrust as her body jerked along the ground, breasts jiggling slightly.
Her small hands tried to take hold of the floor below her, nails attemtping to dig into the hard surface as he pumped her with more speed and force, her squeals turning into moans. He grunted softly as he threw himself into her, plow her up to his balls, only to pull back until only the head was left simply to thrust back in. He watched her jiggling breasts as they moved in time with his fucking of her small, tight little love hole; they were so magnificent, so lovely. He couldn't help himself, he leaned forward and popped one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking it with vigor, his tongue lapping at, making her moan and writhe in increased pleasure. He took her bother breast in his hand and gently fondled it, ensuring that her nipple bore the full attention of his palm.
Eliwood's mind felt so numb; he was watching his father pumping the girl that he loved and he couldn't help but feel incredibly aroused by it. His pants felt so tight as he watched them fornicating, hearing the sounds of their sexual organs interacting, the moans escaping Ninian's pretty red little lips. Part of him wanted to do something about it, he wanted to go and join them, but something was locking him in place; it was the horror of what he was seeing. His father was committing adultery right in-front of his own child, allowing his wanton passion to override the vows he had taken when he married his wife.
"Ahhh... ahhh... Lord Elbert... yes... yes... I... I love it..."
Ninian mumbled, her voice filled with lust; if Nergal had released control she didn't show any other signs. A puddle of her juices had formed between her legs, her pussy was making filthy, lewd squishing noises as he moved in her. With every thrust was a moan, regardless of how fast, how powerful it was; and he was fucking with her such speed and reckless abandon that it seemed like one long, unbroken cry of pleasure.
He buried his face between her breasts, his lips and tongue playing with the flesh between them as he took hold of them, fondling her. His fingers took hold of her nipples and pinched and tweaking them softly, making her writhe and head thrash about. She was lost in the pleasure he was giving her, her body felt like it was going to explode at any moment; and for the third time in less than an hour she orgasmed. It was an intense one, too, her entire body goes stiff as her legs tighten around his waist, her back arched as far as possible and her head tilted back as her mouth hangs open in a silent scream.
The torrent of fluids, combined with her spasming muscles made it so incredibly difficult for him to hold out, but somehow he was able to; his iron will had been well fortified by the energy she had given him.
Wanton Countess
A large great white mansion stood tall and proud upon a hill, and all around it was a vast amount of land, be it cleared or forest fenced in, made off limits to all would be trespassers. Within the cleared land were a few patches were lesser buildings, which housed all manner of animals; from the most majestic of riding horses to the smallest and most mundane of chickens, various pieces of equipment, ranging from archery targets to axes and hoes for farming.
Entire tracks of this land were taken up by farm land, a small personal army of people working it; from tending the crops, feeding the animals and watching over them as they graze, lest any manner of wild beast come upon a lone animal and make a meal of it. Still more land was taken up for other things, from archery ranges to riding courses, all of which demanded yet another small army of people to maintain them, so that they were always in peak condition, even if they've not been used for months at a time.
Very near to the mansion is a small cluster of buildings, serving as everything from granaries to process and store food to bakeries to produce baked good of all kinds to the quarters of the many servants that are required for just the upkeep of the lands and buildings surrounding it.
It was truly a sight to behold for the young tactician, not even in Bern had he seen such a sight; it put the royal palace to shame in sheer scape. To think that Lord Pent and Lady Louise lived in such a place, yet seemed comfortable enough living in a small tent for the time he had known them. He felt so completely out of place standing there, gazing at such a magnificent sight, he wasn't even sure as to why he had been called these in the first place. All the letter had said was for him to come to Etruria and pay them a visit when he had the opportunity.
He felt rather uncomfortable just being there, especially given the way the guards were watching him. He would leave... but he already showed them the letter and a messenger dispatched to notify them of his arrival. He fidgeted like a child while sitting, waiting for a carriage to take him to the mansion; he could have walked, but those guards wouldn't allow it. It's not like he'd go about raping the women and pillaging chickens. It took far too long for his taste, but finally the carriage came to pick him up. Compared to the rest of the place, it seemed rather simple; he was expecting it to be made of gold, or something. But no, it was a simple carriage, but even still he could recognize that it was made of a type of wood not found in Etruria... even something that looks so simple must have cost a fortune due to finding the wood and then importing it.
It ws a peaceful ride for the most part, it seems that Lord Pent actually had the road from the gate flattened as best as possible, to remove any manner of bumps that could give a rough ride. He watched the various people going about their daily lives; farming, feeding the animals, laughing and talking... it seemed more like he were in a small village than on a privately owned estate. It reminded him of his own home village, one that he had desperately wanted to escape all those years ago.
It seemed like such a short ride, or perhaps he simply didn't notice that so much time had passed; either way, the carriage arrived at the mansion and its door was opened for him. Awaiting his arrival was a young woman, dressed in a very formal and conservative manner with her hair up in a bun; she looked much like a reserved and frumpy school teacher. The moment he stepped out, she bowed slightly to him, showing her respect.
"Welcome, honored guest of Lord Pent and Lady Louise. Please, come with me and I shall show you in."
Mark simply nodded and stepped out, boots firmly planted on the ground; he didn't like riding things, be it a horse of a carriage, he enjoyed the feel of the ground beneath his feet when he traveled. She turned and began to walk with him following close behind, a man standing at the door pulled it open for the two of them. Upon stepping inside it hit him all at once; the inside of the mansion was far more magnificent than he ever could have imagined.
He couldn't help but gawk as he followed the young woman, there were just so many different pieces of art; from paintings to statues ranging from simple scenery pieces to those of battles and warriors, magi... even religious figures. Elimine was very prominent in the religious works, what with her church being very powerful in the nation, but in all save for one of them she wasn't in battle, she was showing mercy and kindness.
That one, single painting of conflict was of her doing battle with a dragon, using the very same tome that he had seen with his very own eyes a year prior. They were in the middle of a fight, tome open and raised, her stance that of in the middle of casting while the dragon was poised to strike her down, its maw agape and ready to clamp down.
It had been a while since he'd seen her, not for atleast a year, if not more. He had wondered what she looked like now, given that she was with child, and a lot of women he had known that had given brith... didn't look that great even a year after the fact, if not for the rest of their lives.
It would be a shame if that body of hers was ruined, there are so few amazing gorgeous, insanely sexy women in the world as it is...
"Lady Louise is waiting within, Sir."
The voice of the maid snaps him out of his thoughts. He looks at her, and blinks a few moments, then notices that her hand is stretched out to a door. Looking up, he takes note of a small, engraved plate hung above the door.
"Lord Pent's private study?"
He says in a questioning tone to no one in particular.
"Yes, Lord Pent wished to meet with you there, but a more pressing issue arose. As such, Lady Louise decided to greet you in his stead. Once his business is finished, he shall meet with you."
She was dressed formally, not like she was when they were questing around the land in a desperate attempt to save Humanity for the threat of Dragons. But then, even at that time she wasn't dressed like a commoner, her clothes were too finely crafted, they hugged her body snugly, showing off her magnificent features that no common wench would ever truly have.
And the same was true for her even now. Gone was the armor, the bow, the quiver full of arrows, the short skirt, replaced with a flowing, stunning white dress, the neckline cut low, showing her cleavage, her large, heavy breasts pushed upward to make them look even bigger and more fantastic. But more than that, this dress seemed tailored to show off all of her features, as, moving down from her chest, the fabric grew tighter, clinging to her torso, forming almost a second skin upon her, allowing one to see her slender waist line, leading into her wide, magnificent hips.
It was a realy shame that it couldn't have stayed that way beyond her hips, he's more than sure she has an amazing rear end, and it was also a shame that it wasn't shorter. She had rather lovely thighs, the kind that just begged to be licked and sucked... much like her breasts.
He grabs a hold of her dress, slipping his fingers down that low cut neckline, causing her to gasp loudly, her cheeks becoming flushed. With a cry of shock, he pulls it down roughly, causing her milk heavy breasts to pop out of her dress, her nipples growing hard almost instantly. He smirks as he looks at them, then he looks up at her.
"My, my... looks like you're getting excited!"
He says with a mocking tone in his voice. She tries to pull his hand away, to try to cover her shame, and yet, he's just too strong for her. He grabs a hold of her wrists and then, placing them together, he literally holds them both with but a single hand. She whimpers softly as she tries to wrestle free of him, all the while feeling his free hand grasp one of her breasts. He gives it a small squeeze, and much to his pleasure, he feels a small trickle of milk ooze from the nipple, causing her to moan.
"Wow, even a slight squeeze causes it to flow... you must be overflowing with the stuff.
It must be annoying, having to carry such overly full breasts around, especially since you have no way to empty them other than squeezing it out every so often... and such a waste, too! Why, you're just tossing this away while you have another woman feed your child. Your body works so hard to make it...
But, I have a solution for you, my Lady... something that can benefit us both..."
Lifting his arm up, her own arms are lifted over her head and out of the way. She looks up at him, her eyes filled with shame... but also a bit of desire. He can see it in them, as if she wished him to do what he's thinking, what she's thinking... and so, he pushes her back a little, forcing her firm little ass onto the edge of the desk, giving her a few inches of height that she lacked a moment before. He leans down and, lifting one of her breasts, he takes a hold of the nipple with his lips, clamping down on it.
"Ohhhhhhhhh..."
She moans softly as he licks at it, and then starts to suck, causing an almost instant reaction from her in the form of a steady flow of milk. Her fighting ceases as he laps up her life giving fluid, her heads tilts back, eyes closed as she bites her lower lip. He lets go of her wrists slowly, and once he does, he lowers his arm as she lowers her own. She then places a hand on the back of his head, stroking his hair as he sucks out more and more of her milk.
He grabs a hold of her other breasts and squeezes it softly, causing her to moan loudly, another stream of milk flows freely from her as she's fondled.
"Yes... you like my milk, do you?"
She asks as she looks down at him, her eyes clouded and unfocused, as if she were possessed by something. He nods softly and makes a noise, something akin to "uh huh" while still attached to her nipple, sucking on it harder and harder, making her moan and squeal as more of her milk is drained away. By now, his hand is soaked as he squeezes the milk from her other breasts... and up 'til now, he hasn't seemed to notice. That changes, though, as he lifts that hand up to her face and, softly, she begins to lick at his fingers and palm, lapping up her own milk with her small, pink muscle, all the while sucking it from her.
"Mmmm... ohhh... it tastes good... so good..."
She mumbles as she keeps licking it up, at times sucking on his fingers, gently bobing her head every now and again while doing so. While his other hand is busy, as it were, his other hand grabs a hold of the breast he's suckling on and starts to squeeze it, causing her to moan around his finger, he's trying to get all he can from her breast. After a few seconds and the last bit swallowed, he finds that it's given all it can, that breast it tapped for milk.
"The other one is so full, it needs relief..."
She says as she goes back to licking his palm, urging him on to switch, which he gladly does. He latches onto the other nipple and, not even a second later, she's moaning again as more of her milk flows into his mouth and down his throat.
While she's still in a sexual haze, he pushes her up, onto the hard oak desk, then pulls her slender legs open. With that done, he pulls her long dress up, revealing that she's not wearing anything underneath. He groans at the sight of her supple thighs, the same that he had thought about for countless nights in the past. Looking closer at them, he can see that they're slick and wet, covered in her juices... and as his eyes trail up, he smiles at the sight that greeted him; her utterly soaked pussy, hiding behind a small tuft of blond hair.
"Oh my, you're so wet... did I do this to you...?"
He teases her and then grins, extending a hand toward her moist little opening. But, much to his shock, her legs slammed shut, and she tried to pull her dress down.
"This... this is wrong... I can't..."
She shudders as she looks away from him, her face flushed considerable, even her chest had turned pink. She could bare to look at him, not after what had happened, after what she let him do... she was a married woman! And a mother! And even if she weren't, she couldn't just have a wild sex romp with a man, it wasn't befitting a lady of her status!
"You didn't seem to have a problem with me sucking on your breasts, and fondling them."
He said, placing his hands on her own, and she trembles.
"That... that was different..."
She said softly, still looking away, her trembling growing more and more pronounced.
"How? Because they were just your breasts?"
He asks.
"No... because... because... I just..."
She trails off.
"Just needed to relive pressure."
He says, seemingly finishing for her.
"Y-y-y-yes..."
She says softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
"And you think it wasn't sexual? You didn't enjoy it? Because you sure as Hell seemed like it while moaning like some common little harlot."
"I... I couldn't help it... I can't help it if it felt good...!"
She says weakly, causing him to smirk.
"And what, you didn't expect it to feel that good? You didn't expect it to get you horny? You didn't expect it to get me horny? Did you just think that you could offer your tits to me, let me suck out your milk and I wouldn't want a crack at your little cunt?!"
He growls at her, and she cringes a little in fear. He was being lewd and crude with his words, something that she outwardly showed that she hated, and yet always secretly lusted after. Pent was always so refined, always so well spoke, refusing to allow himself to use "commoner language", as it were.
Pressing her chest into the desk, he pulls her dress up, around her waist. With a smirk, he gives her firm backside a quick slap, making her squeal in shock. With his bit of fun over, he kicks her legs open, making her gasp as she realizes that her wet little slit is exposed once more. Moments later, she gasps again as she feels the head of his cock pressed against it, then moans as she feels it being rubbed against her, moving up and down slowly.
"Ohhh... mmm...."
She moans softly as he takes hold of her hips, her pussy is starting to ooze fluid. Once he thinks she's ready enough, he creases the rubbing and presses the head directly against the folds of flesh and, slowly, he starts to push himself forward. She moans softly at first, but it grows louder and longer as he moves ever deeper.
Then, suddenly, he stops and begins to withdraw, but she knows what's about to come... and, a second later, when he rams himself back into her, pushing himself balls deep within her hot, wet love tunnel, making her scream loudly. Without missing a beat, he starts to fuck her fast and hard, making her moan and scream louder and louder. They echo off the walls of the study, filling it with her cries of passion as she digs her nails into the wooden desk
"Ahhhhhhhhh! Oh Elimine, yesssssss! Harder!"
She cries out, and he's all too happy to obey. He starts to move her hips in time with his thrusts, pulling her back against him as he thrusts forward, allowing him to fuck her harder, and she responds to this by moaning even louder than before, her pussy getting more and more soaked by the minute.
He starts to grunt like a beast as he keeps pounding away at her, for him, the sound of her ass slapping against his legs spurs him on more than her moans and screams. To this end, he leans in against her, making the thrusts shorter, but allowing him to slam himself into her harder and faster, making her cries of passion grow louder, her ass slapping into his legs with more frequency.
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah! Oh Elimine, Oh Elimineeeeeeeeeeeee!"
She screams loudly as she finally orgasms, her muscles spasming around his shaft as a surge of fluid erupts from around it. It's all too much for him, and, just after she goes over the edge, so does he, blasting wad after wad of hot, sticky cum into her, ramming it deep within her as he keeps on pumping his dick.
"Ohhhhhh yessssss.... oh Elimine, it feels so good..."
She mumbles, feeling the hot, life giving goo being pushed deep inside as her muscles spasms die down, his own still going strong. She pants and moans, squirming against him as he keeps on driving his dick into her, feeling his seed being forced ever closer to his uterus, she wonders just how much longer he can keep going before it ends.
The door opened onto a very large, spacious room, amazing decorated, perhaps to the point of being over the top. His eyes almost bobbled in his skull as entered, and then tried to take it all in... it must have cost a fortune to simply furnish this place, so much more than he had to make due with when it came down to fighting for the continued existence of Humanity a year ago.
"Your maid will be here shortly to see to your needs in a few moments, sir."
She said, which caused him a tad bit of confusion. Wat did she mean by his maid, exactly? Why did he need one to see to his needs, if she too was a maid and fully capable of doing it herself? He turned to ask her, but she was gone...
She was a pretty young thing, her hair was long and brown, worn down. She had a magnificent set of blue eyes. She wore a sexy little outfit, most likely Pent's person choosing... the top was very low cut, it came just above her breasts, giving a nice hint of cleavage, with a line of buttons running down, between her firm, supple breasts... is looked like it could be ripped open so very easily. It was very, very tight on her, her breasts were pushed up, and it grew ever tighter as it moved down her torso, showing her waist line and hips... much like that of Lady Louise's dress, most likely made by the same tailor. Leading down, before her hips was a frilly little skirt, which was incredibly short, it barely covered more than few inches of flesh, showing off a generous amount of her smooth, supple thighs.
A knock came upon the door. He slipped his hand from her fantastic body and shooed her away, to hide somewhere. She scurried off someplace as he adjusted himself, making sure that his hard dick wasn't all that obvious. Then, he called out;
"Come in."
Quickly, the door opened, revealing it to be the maid, which he sent off a short while ago. She stepped in and bowed in a show of respect.
"Sir Mark, your bath is ready."
She says to him. With a nod and a wave of his hand, she bows once again and then turns to leave... only to have him take her by the hand. Seemingly surprised, she turned to look at him, to ask him what he wanted of her, but as she turned, she was greeted with a hand, which took a told of one of her breasts.
She gasped, and then moaned as he fondled her, her cheeks turning red. Trembling with every squeeze, her moans grow louder as he takes her other breast in hand, fondling both of them. He squeezes them roughly, her hard nipples grinding against her clothing as they press into his palms.
"Close the door..."
He tells her, and she complies, her little arms extending backwards, taking hold of the door in her slender hands, then closing it... and once she does, he presses her back into it, making her moan ever louder as he presses his hands harder against her breasts, pushing them upwards, squeezing them with ever increasing force.
He leans forward, pressing his lips against her little neck, making her gasp and whimper between moans. She tilts her head to the side, her eyes closed, mouth open, a steady scream of hot, sexual noises coming from it.
Entire tracks of this land were taken up by farm land, a small personal army of people working it; from tending the crops, feeding the animals and watching over them as they graze, lest any manner of wild beast come upon a lone animal and make a meal of it. Still more land was taken up for other things, from archery ranges to riding courses, all of which demanded yet another small army of people to maintain them, so that they were always in peak condition, even if they've not been used for months at a time.
Very near to the mansion is a small cluster of buildings, serving as everything from granaries to process and store food to bakeries to produce baked good of all kinds to the quarters of the many servants that are required for just the upkeep of the lands and buildings surrounding it.
It was truly a sight to behold for the young tactician, not even in Bern had he seen such a sight; it put the royal palace to shame in sheer scape. To think that Lord Pent and Lady Louise lived in such a place, yet seemed comfortable enough living in a small tent for the time he had known them. He felt so completely out of place standing there, gazing at such a magnificent sight, he wasn't even sure as to why he had been called these in the first place. All the letter had said was for him to come to Etruria and pay them a visit when he had the opportunity.
He felt rather uncomfortable just being there, especially given the way the guards were watching him. He would leave... but he already showed them the letter and a messenger dispatched to notify them of his arrival. He fidgeted like a child while sitting, waiting for a carriage to take him to the mansion; he could have walked, but those guards wouldn't allow it. It's not like he'd go about raping the women and pillaging chickens. It took far too long for his taste, but finally the carriage came to pick him up. Compared to the rest of the place, it seemed rather simple; he was expecting it to be made of gold, or something. But no, it was a simple carriage, but even still he could recognize that it was made of a type of wood not found in Etruria... even something that looks so simple must have cost a fortune due to finding the wood and then importing it.
It ws a peaceful ride for the most part, it seems that Lord Pent actually had the road from the gate flattened as best as possible, to remove any manner of bumps that could give a rough ride. He watched the various people going about their daily lives; farming, feeding the animals, laughing and talking... it seemed more like he were in a small village than on a privately owned estate. It reminded him of his own home village, one that he had desperately wanted to escape all those years ago.
It seemed like such a short ride, or perhaps he simply didn't notice that so much time had passed; either way, the carriage arrived at the mansion and its door was opened for him. Awaiting his arrival was a young woman, dressed in a very formal and conservative manner with her hair up in a bun; she looked much like a reserved and frumpy school teacher. The moment he stepped out, she bowed slightly to him, showing her respect.
"Welcome, honored guest of Lord Pent and Lady Louise. Please, come with me and I shall show you in."
Mark simply nodded and stepped out, boots firmly planted on the ground; he didn't like riding things, be it a horse of a carriage, he enjoyed the feel of the ground beneath his feet when he traveled. She turned and began to walk with him following close behind, a man standing at the door pulled it open for the two of them. Upon stepping inside it hit him all at once; the inside of the mansion was far more magnificent than he ever could have imagined.
He couldn't help but gawk as he followed the young woman, there were just so many different pieces of art; from paintings to statues ranging from simple scenery pieces to those of battles and warriors, magi... even religious figures. Elimine was very prominent in the religious works, what with her church being very powerful in the nation, but in all save for one of them she wasn't in battle, she was showing mercy and kindness.
That one, single painting of conflict was of her doing battle with a dragon, using the very same tome that he had seen with his very own eyes a year prior. They were in the middle of a fight, tome open and raised, her stance that of in the middle of casting while the dragon was poised to strike her down, its maw agape and ready to clamp down.
It had been a while since he'd seen her, not for atleast a year, if not more. He had wondered what she looked like now, given that she was with child, and a lot of women he had known that had given brith... didn't look that great even a year after the fact, if not for the rest of their lives.
It would be a shame if that body of hers was ruined, there are so few amazing gorgeous, insanely sexy women in the world as it is...
"Lady Louise is waiting within, Sir."
The voice of the maid snaps him out of his thoughts. He looks at her, and blinks a few moments, then notices that her hand is stretched out to a door. Looking up, he takes note of a small, engraved plate hung above the door.
"Lord Pent's private study?"
He says in a questioning tone to no one in particular.
"Yes, Lord Pent wished to meet with you there, but a more pressing issue arose. As such, Lady Louise decided to greet you in his stead. Once his business is finished, he shall meet with you."
She was dressed formally, not like she was when they were questing around the land in a desperate attempt to save Humanity for the threat of Dragons. But then, even at that time she wasn't dressed like a commoner, her clothes were too finely crafted, they hugged her body snugly, showing off her magnificent features that no common wench would ever truly have.
And the same was true for her even now. Gone was the armor, the bow, the quiver full of arrows, the short skirt, replaced with a flowing, stunning white dress, the neckline cut low, showing her cleavage, her large, heavy breasts pushed upward to make them look even bigger and more fantastic. But more than that, this dress seemed tailored to show off all of her features, as, moving down from her chest, the fabric grew tighter, clinging to her torso, forming almost a second skin upon her, allowing one to see her slender waist line, leading into her wide, magnificent hips.
It was a realy shame that it couldn't have stayed that way beyond her hips, he's more than sure she has an amazing rear end, and it was also a shame that it wasn't shorter. She had rather lovely thighs, the kind that just begged to be licked and sucked... much like her breasts.
He grabs a hold of her dress, slipping his fingers down that low cut neckline, causing her to gasp loudly, her cheeks becoming flushed. With a cry of shock, he pulls it down roughly, causing her milk heavy breasts to pop out of her dress, her nipples growing hard almost instantly. He smirks as he looks at them, then he looks up at her.
"My, my... looks like you're getting excited!"
He says with a mocking tone in his voice. She tries to pull his hand away, to try to cover her shame, and yet, he's just too strong for her. He grabs a hold of her wrists and then, placing them together, he literally holds them both with but a single hand. She whimpers softly as she tries to wrestle free of him, all the while feeling his free hand grasp one of her breasts. He gives it a small squeeze, and much to his pleasure, he feels a small trickle of milk ooze from the nipple, causing her to moan.
"Wow, even a slight squeeze causes it to flow... you must be overflowing with the stuff.
It must be annoying, having to carry such overly full breasts around, especially since you have no way to empty them other than squeezing it out every so often... and such a waste, too! Why, you're just tossing this away while you have another woman feed your child. Your body works so hard to make it...
But, I have a solution for you, my Lady... something that can benefit us both..."
Lifting his arm up, her own arms are lifted over her head and out of the way. She looks up at him, her eyes filled with shame... but also a bit of desire. He can see it in them, as if she wished him to do what he's thinking, what she's thinking... and so, he pushes her back a little, forcing her firm little ass onto the edge of the desk, giving her a few inches of height that she lacked a moment before. He leans down and, lifting one of her breasts, he takes a hold of the nipple with his lips, clamping down on it.
"Ohhhhhhhhh..."
She moans softly as he licks at it, and then starts to suck, causing an almost instant reaction from her in the form of a steady flow of milk. Her fighting ceases as he laps up her life giving fluid, her heads tilts back, eyes closed as she bites her lower lip. He lets go of her wrists slowly, and once he does, he lowers his arm as she lowers her own. She then places a hand on the back of his head, stroking his hair as he sucks out more and more of her milk.
He grabs a hold of her other breasts and squeezes it softly, causing her to moan loudly, another stream of milk flows freely from her as she's fondled.
"Yes... you like my milk, do you?"
She asks as she looks down at him, her eyes clouded and unfocused, as if she were possessed by something. He nods softly and makes a noise, something akin to "uh huh" while still attached to her nipple, sucking on it harder and harder, making her moan and squeal as more of her milk is drained away. By now, his hand is soaked as he squeezes the milk from her other breasts... and up 'til now, he hasn't seemed to notice. That changes, though, as he lifts that hand up to her face and, softly, she begins to lick at his fingers and palm, lapping up her own milk with her small, pink muscle, all the while sucking it from her.
"Mmmm... ohhh... it tastes good... so good..."
She mumbles as she keeps licking it up, at times sucking on his fingers, gently bobing her head every now and again while doing so. While his other hand is busy, as it were, his other hand grabs a hold of the breast he's suckling on and starts to squeeze it, causing her to moan around his finger, he's trying to get all he can from her breast. After a few seconds and the last bit swallowed, he finds that it's given all it can, that breast it tapped for milk.
"The other one is so full, it needs relief..."
She says as she goes back to licking his palm, urging him on to switch, which he gladly does. He latches onto the other nipple and, not even a second later, she's moaning again as more of her milk flows into his mouth and down his throat.
While she's still in a sexual haze, he pushes her up, onto the hard oak desk, then pulls her slender legs open. With that done, he pulls her long dress up, revealing that she's not wearing anything underneath. He groans at the sight of her supple thighs, the same that he had thought about for countless nights in the past. Looking closer at them, he can see that they're slick and wet, covered in her juices... and as his eyes trail up, he smiles at the sight that greeted him; her utterly soaked pussy, hiding behind a small tuft of blond hair.
"Oh my, you're so wet... did I do this to you...?"
He teases her and then grins, extending a hand toward her moist little opening. But, much to his shock, her legs slammed shut, and she tried to pull her dress down.
"This... this is wrong... I can't..."
She shudders as she looks away from him, her face flushed considerable, even her chest had turned pink. She could bare to look at him, not after what had happened, after what she let him do... she was a married woman! And a mother! And even if she weren't, she couldn't just have a wild sex romp with a man, it wasn't befitting a lady of her status!
"You didn't seem to have a problem with me sucking on your breasts, and fondling them."
He said, placing his hands on her own, and she trembles.
"That... that was different..."
She said softly, still looking away, her trembling growing more and more pronounced.
"How? Because they were just your breasts?"
He asks.
"No... because... because... I just..."
She trails off.
"Just needed to relive pressure."
He says, seemingly finishing for her.
"Y-y-y-yes..."
She says softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
"And you think it wasn't sexual? You didn't enjoy it? Because you sure as Hell seemed like it while moaning like some common little harlot."
"I... I couldn't help it... I can't help it if it felt good...!"
She says weakly, causing him to smirk.
"And what, you didn't expect it to feel that good? You didn't expect it to get you horny? You didn't expect it to get me horny? Did you just think that you could offer your tits to me, let me suck out your milk and I wouldn't want a crack at your little cunt?!"
He growls at her, and she cringes a little in fear. He was being lewd and crude with his words, something that she outwardly showed that she hated, and yet always secretly lusted after. Pent was always so refined, always so well spoke, refusing to allow himself to use "commoner language", as it were.
Pressing her chest into the desk, he pulls her dress up, around her waist. With a smirk, he gives her firm backside a quick slap, making her squeal in shock. With his bit of fun over, he kicks her legs open, making her gasp as she realizes that her wet little slit is exposed once more. Moments later, she gasps again as she feels the head of his cock pressed against it, then moans as she feels it being rubbed against her, moving up and down slowly.
"Ohhh... mmm...."
She moans softly as he takes hold of her hips, her pussy is starting to ooze fluid. Once he thinks she's ready enough, he creases the rubbing and presses the head directly against the folds of flesh and, slowly, he starts to push himself forward. She moans softly at first, but it grows louder and longer as he moves ever deeper.
Then, suddenly, he stops and begins to withdraw, but she knows what's about to come... and, a second later, when he rams himself back into her, pushing himself balls deep within her hot, wet love tunnel, making her scream loudly. Without missing a beat, he starts to fuck her fast and hard, making her moan and scream louder and louder. They echo off the walls of the study, filling it with her cries of passion as she digs her nails into the wooden desk
"Ahhhhhhhhh! Oh Elimine, yesssssss! Harder!"
She cries out, and he's all too happy to obey. He starts to move her hips in time with his thrusts, pulling her back against him as he thrusts forward, allowing him to fuck her harder, and she responds to this by moaning even louder than before, her pussy getting more and more soaked by the minute.
He starts to grunt like a beast as he keeps pounding away at her, for him, the sound of her ass slapping against his legs spurs him on more than her moans and screams. To this end, he leans in against her, making the thrusts shorter, but allowing him to slam himself into her harder and faster, making her cries of passion grow louder, her ass slapping into his legs with more frequency.
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah! Oh Elimine, Oh Elimineeeeeeeeeeeee!"
She screams loudly as she finally orgasms, her muscles spasming around his shaft as a surge of fluid erupts from around it. It's all too much for him, and, just after she goes over the edge, so does he, blasting wad after wad of hot, sticky cum into her, ramming it deep within her as he keeps on pumping his dick.
"Ohhhhhh yessssss.... oh Elimine, it feels so good..."
She mumbles, feeling the hot, life giving goo being pushed deep inside as her muscles spasms die down, his own still going strong. She pants and moans, squirming against him as he keeps on driving his dick into her, feeling his seed being forced ever closer to his uterus, she wonders just how much longer he can keep going before it ends.
The door opened onto a very large, spacious room, amazing decorated, perhaps to the point of being over the top. His eyes almost bobbled in his skull as entered, and then tried to take it all in... it must have cost a fortune to simply furnish this place, so much more than he had to make due with when it came down to fighting for the continued existence of Humanity a year ago.
"Your maid will be here shortly to see to your needs in a few moments, sir."
She said, which caused him a tad bit of confusion. Wat did she mean by his maid, exactly? Why did he need one to see to his needs, if she too was a maid and fully capable of doing it herself? He turned to ask her, but she was gone...
She was a pretty young thing, her hair was long and brown, worn down. She had a magnificent set of blue eyes. She wore a sexy little outfit, most likely Pent's person choosing... the top was very low cut, it came just above her breasts, giving a nice hint of cleavage, with a line of buttons running down, between her firm, supple breasts... is looked like it could be ripped open so very easily. It was very, very tight on her, her breasts were pushed up, and it grew ever tighter as it moved down her torso, showing her waist line and hips... much like that of Lady Louise's dress, most likely made by the same tailor. Leading down, before her hips was a frilly little skirt, which was incredibly short, it barely covered more than few inches of flesh, showing off a generous amount of her smooth, supple thighs.
A knock came upon the door. He slipped his hand from her fantastic body and shooed her away, to hide somewhere. She scurried off someplace as he adjusted himself, making sure that his hard dick wasn't all that obvious. Then, he called out;
"Come in."
Quickly, the door opened, revealing it to be the maid, which he sent off a short while ago. She stepped in and bowed in a show of respect.
"Sir Mark, your bath is ready."
She says to him. With a nod and a wave of his hand, she bows once again and then turns to leave... only to have him take her by the hand. Seemingly surprised, she turned to look at him, to ask him what he wanted of her, but as she turned, she was greeted with a hand, which took a told of one of her breasts.
She gasped, and then moaned as he fondled her, her cheeks turning red. Trembling with every squeeze, her moans grow louder as he takes her other breast in hand, fondling both of them. He squeezes them roughly, her hard nipples grinding against her clothing as they press into his palms.
"Close the door..."
He tells her, and she complies, her little arms extending backwards, taking hold of the door in her slender hands, then closing it... and once she does, he presses her back into it, making her moan ever louder as he presses his hands harder against her breasts, pushing them upwards, squeezing them with ever increasing force.
He leans forward, pressing his lips against her little neck, making her gasp and whimper between moans. She tilts her head to the side, her eyes closed, mouth open, a steady scream of hot, sexual noises coming from it.
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