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Thread: Giving in to the Shadows {Cute_Phoenix x Fate}

And with her obviously relenting her body to it, the shadow did not hold back. It continued with it's oral violation while it gave her what she wanted, long, hard, deep thrusts into her pussy. It had conformed to just the right size for her. Able to touch and rub all the right spots within her whilst not causing any discomfort. Perhaps it wasn't that surprising her body had given in so fully. Closest to normal this thing got was how it's tongue soon began to rub against hers, an odd kind of kissing or at least, attempt to.
Thread: Giving in to the Shadows {Cute_Phoenix x Fate}

The shadow filled Rise so right. It seemed to fit every bit of her body, as if it were made for just this purpose. A shadow created for raping Rise. But these thoughts were hardly available to the idols' mind. No, all she could focus on was the sensations assailing her body. she twitched and moaned under the ministrations. Her tongue rolled against the invading tongue, her lips pressing down along it. Moaning, she moved her head, seeming to have kiss the beast, half give the tongue a blow job. The member began to prod her, and it hit a spot that Rise hadn't even been aware she'd had. It pressed just right, just hitting her. the girl's eyes flew wide as she felt the sudden flare of emotion within her. Screaming, her hips arched hard. Her hips began slamming against the shadows, desperately sliding in and out of her. The pussy spasmed, and with each thrust, bits of Rise's cum began to leak out. She threw her head back, screaming into it. then curled, her body grasping, moving toward the shadow that conformed so well to her. The orgasm shook her, possessed her for several moments, before leaving a panting mess. Rise's body sucked for breath along the tongue, nearly passing out from exhaustion, lack of air, and intense pleasure.
Thread: Giving in to the Shadows {Cute_Phoenix x Fate}

And the creature wasn't even near done with her, still thrusting into her as the came quite hard. When her ograsm subsided, it removed it's tongue though, letting her breath and actually stopped a moment, seemingly studying her. But all of a sudden, his skinny hands slid under her slender back and lifted her up a bit as it leaned back, ending in a sitting position with her in it's lap. Again, it wasted absolutely no time as it started thrusting up into her, helping her a bit as it would raise her a little with its hands on her hips and then pull her back down. The tongue, while still out, did not go right back to her mouth. Instead, it began lightly licking around her neck and shoulders, leaving a trail of her saliva on her skin as the thing had none of it's own.
Thread: Giving in to the Shadows {Cute_Phoenix x Fate}

The moment Rise's mouth was freed, she sucked great, gasping breaths. Desperately needed air filtered into her lungs, restoring the girl slightly. she offered no resistance, however, as she was shifted into a sitting position. Both stocking covered legs wrapped around the shadow, more as a precaution toward falling off than as a sign of arousal. the girl's glazed eyes fell upon the shadow for a moment. With each lift and thrust, her breasts bounced again. Her hair flapped, both ponytails swaying with the movements. when its tongue went to her neck and shoulders, Rise began shifting about, giving it better access, letting it leave the trails of saliva. the girl had no way of knowing that it left her own saliva behind. All she realized was that she was giving in to the monster's advances, feeling her body begin to adapt and conform to him. Her pussy had already been molded to fit his cock. Or the other way around.
Thread: Cutting Old Ties (for  Vivid Fizz)

The Jamaican air was cool that night as the guests arrived in the manor wearing their finest European fashions. Amidst the palm trees and jungle calls the white colonist couldn't look more out of place in their tight-fitting clothes and large dresses not designed for the Caribbean climate but for them it was a way of tying themselves to their homeland, and way of making sense int his new and often dangerous world. The Governor was throwing this party in celebration of the signing of the final treaty between England and its enemies, securing the peace that would allow them to love without fear of attack and more importantly secure their fortunes in new trade routes. The evening was going well as the people amused themselves with dancing or gossip, one corner of the home becoming well marked for the laughter and daring language that issued from it. Somewhat removed from the main party a man was busy entertaining a trio of young ladies, their high-pitched laughter flirtatious giggling almost filling the room. He was tall, strapping fellow well over 6 feet in height and with broad shoulders that marked him as a man of considerable strength. He stood out amongst his crowd with his tanned skin and hands that were obviously used to toil, as well as the scar that crossed his right eye. He was Edward Ripley, a man of some fame and fortune in Jamaica and, according to the local gossip, recently returned from a merchant run to settle down and spend the rest of his days running a plantation. While he was dressed in his finest fashion and seemed to blend in perfectly amongst high society there was an always a wall between him and the other party-goers. While they had all either been born into such a life or had the right connections his journey into this world had been made through blood and war, with stories of slit throats and burnt Spanish ships trailing behind him. He was, or had been, an English privateer loyally serving his majesty and the governor of Jamaica. And while the younger men, and more importantly the young ladies, loved to hear of his exploits the older gentleman who controlled the colony felt him riffraff. They were more than pleased to support him during wartime with the threat of Spanish or French ships laying waste to them all was a daily fear, but in this time of peace he was seen as a relic no longer needed. Not to mention the rumors that his wealth was soon to be dried up. And so the once-famous captain stood with his small entourage, laughing with them as the people whispered their insults and dislikes. He payed them no mind, knowing and not caring what they thought of him. For as his eyes scanned the room he could imagine what they would say of him after tonight's festivities.
Thread: Cutting Old Ties (for  Vivid Fizz)

A ball was being thrown tonight and everyone of means was to attend. Her father had signed an agreement with the locals and to celebrate a gala was being hosted in his honor. Not that Rebecca enjoyed dances anymore. Jamaica was warm all of the time and the elaborate gowns, with their many layers, and those terribly hot wigs made the heat almost insufferable for any woman of fashion. And Rebecca Juliet Devan was certainly a woman of fashion and desirability. As the daughter of a governor, she had many people that wished to court her. It was popular in that time to have many admirers and so she allowed these men to continue to send her presents, letters, poems she would only scorn a man that she thought was going to go too far with her or expected anything in return. Rebecca looked into her mirror. Her chestnut brown hair had been styled in one of those elaborate up fashions. Pearls interlaced with her curls and gaudy Amethyst gems the size of her closed hand had been pasted to it. At least she wasnt wearing a powered wig, which was the favored look of the day. A silk patch had been placed at the corner of her mouth and another on her bosom. The maid had prodded and poked the beautiful girl until she was the symbol of beauty every woman wished to be in that era. She had entered the ball on her fathers arm, already sweating despite the cool of the air. Being around so many people was stifling! Though one may never had guessed the eighteen year old woman was feeling uncomfortable. She smiled at people and spoke with people in her characteristically sharp wit. Men begged her for dances and she wrote their names down on a card, accepting only those she knew to be of good standing. This was mostly because her father had a reputation to keep and because Rebecca was not that into dancing. Her skill was in piano forte and various other forms of music. During her first circling of the lavish festivities, her eyes came to rest on the infamous Edward Ripley. Her smile fell some. She remembered him from a season or two ago. He had attempted to gain her favor and at first instance she had rebuffed his advances. A privateer was beneath her station and would have been social suicide. After all, he had a menagerie of painted dolls around him, all squealing and laughing as he no doubt told them something about his adventures. They probably were enthralled with his position. Well, that was quite alright, one would probably marry him and find out that he had squandered all of his fortune.
Thread: Cutting Old Ties (for  Vivid Fizz)

Oh, do tell us more about your time in Florida Mr. Ripley! One of the girls giggled, fanning herself in an attempt to make the man notice her. IHer timing couldn't have been farther off however for it was at that moment that Ripley's eyes fell upon the young Rebecca, once again drawing young men to her with her charms. She truly was bleed by the angels themselves, for the daughter of the governor had only grown more beautiful since last he had lain eyes upon her. He smirked as the memory of his their last meeting came to mind, her rebuke of his advances having become a bit of a joke around his crewmen. Mr. Ripley? The shrill voice of one of his group brought him back to reality and he quickly composed himself. Ah yes! He began with a flourish of his hand. That is a good story. But one not quite fitting for this sort of setting. Leaning closely to the women he whispered to them. Perhaps you girls would meet me on the forest-side balcony in a few minutes? There we may continue our discussion without fear of being interrupted. The scandalous nature of the request sent the trio's hearts aflutter and did well to send them off and out of his hair for the time being. Moving out amongst the crowd he kept his profile as low as he could, watching from the corner of his eye his prey as she wrote down the name of another young hopeful. She was truly the bell of the ball and getting her in place would be no easy task. He was anything if not confident though, and the very moment her father's attention was taken he made his move. He slid in front of her, cutting off another man who had just gotten up the courage. Ah, Miss Devan. A delight to see you again, he bowed with practiced grace. Though he was at his most natural outside of such social gathering he was more than aware of it's rules. Might there be a place on your card for me? I must say that after so long at sea my one desire is to try and win your favor with a dance.
Thread: Cutting Old Ties (for  Vivid Fizz)

Ah. Of course. She couldnt stop from glowering. That rake had managed to weasel his way into her vicinity once again. Did Captain Ripley not comprehend that she simply wanted nothing to do with him? Though it was because of him partly that her father was able to sign the treaty with the locals, so she could not publicly humiliate him yet. Rebecca would get her chance though. The older set already disliked him again. Already his usefulness to them had waned and now they preferred to have nothing to do with him. The younger set was not nearly as powerful and thus, unable to change public opinion like their older relations. A good marriage could salvage that. Was he planning to make her his bride for that end? She shut her fan and gave him a polite smile. It wasnt the same type look as the adoring young ladies had given him and she did not swoon over him. She simply smiled before answering. I do have one more dance left, she answered. She took out her card and looked. The truth was that she had more than several left. She had turned down many young and strapping men that evening. More than she actually intended to. A frown pressed at the corners of her mouth. In fact, the next dance was free, so she wrote his name there. It was better to get it done and over with. Unlike the others she spurred, he was still viewed as a hero by some, so she could not deny him, lest people began to believe her family ungrateful. Captain Ripley, she said, I will see you in a short while. The next dance is yours. Though it seemed that she did not want to have any talk in between. Not with him. She flipped her fan back up, trying to stop the conversation. Though she doubted that now he was back on her trail that he would leave her be so soon. The woman suppressed a groan. Mr. Edward Ripley did not back away from challenges easily.
Thread: Cutting Old Ties (for  Vivid Fizz)

The other young gentleman looked hopeful for a moment but was cut down once again as Ripley maneuvered himself between her and the other suitors. Ah, but why deny the pleasure of each others company until then? The months have been long and I am have been eager to continue our conversation from where it left off. He smiled in good humor, of course referring to how she had shunned him previously. In truth he held her no grudge, preferring women who can stand on their own. But after tonight he doubted her own feelings of ill-will towards him would improve. If you will allow me the privilege of saying so, he said, taking her hand in his own, my lady has grown even more beautiful since last I saw her. He placed his lips on the back of her hand, laying a kiss there before she had the chance to pull away. It is clear why the Spanish had once been so intent on capturing this island, for it holds the greatest treasure in this or any waters. Such flattery would win him little graces he was sure, but he loved the expressions she made as she tried to escape his gaze. The slight looks of annoyance and exasperation that she tried to hide were amusing to someone who lived outside the societal rules and could understand the frivolity of it all. He was careful to keep himself as much out of possible view by her father as he could, though it was difficult to keep his eyes from straying down her body. The younger woman was ample in every department it seemed and his eyes proved hungry for the sight after these last few months of hardships.
Thread: Cutting Old Ties (for  Vivid Fizz)

He indeed was exasperating! Other suitors were waiting behind him. Other men that she didnt already turn down. Other men that were far less vexing than this serpent with his silver tongue. Rebecca did not know why the man pressed her. The last time he was not a pleasant experience for him. She doubted that he wanted to be spurned once more. Young women were beginning to shoot her angry glances. He was their little fantasy, after all. A pained expression crossed her lovely features. Without her permission, he took her hand and planted a kiss on it. Of course he went on with how she was beautiful and even went as far to say that she was the greatest treasure on the island. She rolled her eyes as he pressed a kiss to that hand. Quite, she replied flatly to that comment. Her irritation was starting to show more visibly in both her facial expression and body language. She shifted uneasily as she stood, her shoes pinching her toes as she did so. She could see his eyes traveling her body. Yes. She had an ample chest and the corset did a wonderful job of pushing the orbs together and higher, rounding them delightfully. Many men had openly stared at her breasts. It had not bothered her. Now it did. Her eyes scanned the room for her father. Surely he would swoop in and push her on the Commandant once more. The older man had an interest in her and her father and him had spoken on many occasions about finally being married off. Even that man would be more sufferable than this one. I am sure that there are greater treasures, she finally managed to say. Like those three gems I saw you speaking with earlier. Where did those lovely young ladies go? Her voice dripped with sickenly sweet venom. Such girls chased after any man with an exciting story.
Thread: Cutting Old Ties (for  Vivid Fizz)

Now it was his turn to roll his eyes. They are currently away, but then again such gems are far too easy to come by. That was one thing they could both agree upon, though Ripley didn't have as much objection to it as she did. As much as I love to stroke my own ego I have already spent far too much time retelling stories to children. Though they have their uses, a man can only take so much before he seeks someone more...intellectual stimulating. A black figure across the hall caught his eye. The man was dressed as a servant, offering wine to the Governor before making eye contact with Ripley. Has anyone in this party cared enough about the lower class to look at them they might have noticed a certain hardness to the servants gaze, much harder than was expected of a man in his position. The two exchanged a knowing glance before the man continued his charade. The hour was drawing near and Ripley would need to tread carefully now if he was still going to secure his prize. As much as Rebecca held herself to societies standards he doubted she would suffer him forever. Time to over her an escape. I had been looking forward to spending the evening with you, perhaps catching up on the affairs of Jamaica while I was away. It is unfortunate that I will be forced to leave soon after our dance. He needed her to himself, away from this crowd, and the dance floor would provide him with a sufficient excuse until the time to strike.
Thread: Cutting Old Ties (for  Vivid Fizz)

And what uses might that be? She didnt want to know. The beautiful woman forced herself to yawn, as if she were bored of his pursuit. This man must have wanted to have his ego scathed. Her eyes did not meet his as she searched around the room once more. Now would have been a great time for her father to greet Captain Ripley. An aggravated sigh came from her when she could not find his familiar visage. Damn it! How she wanted to just walk away from the privateer. She nearly laughed when he mentioned speaking of Jamaican affairs. It was a rare thing when she paid attention to what her father did. As a woman it was preferred that she did not get her head muddled with such things. It was considered unladylike. The only about his words that made her genuinely interested her was when he stated he was going to be leaving shortly after their dance. Thank God, she said quite audibly. Her cheeks flushed. That wasnt good though it did make her feel better. She stifled a giggle and quickly added, that we will at least be able to have the dance. It was clear though Rebecca was simply attempting to cover her cruel admission. Her eyes were alight though and this time a strained laugh did escape her full ruby lips. But I am not sure what exactly is going on with our dear Jamaica. As a woman, my father does not let me worry my head over such affairs. You could speak with him. I do believe he was looking for you earlier. He wanted to thank you personally for all of your hard work and dedication.
Thread: Cutting Old Ties (for  Vivid Fizz)

He smirked at her little outburst , knowing she meant to hide an insult. He had been called much worse in his lifetime and her little social blunder did really little to wound him. I would have fought off the entire Spanish Armada to have the honor of dancing with you, fair lady. The theatrical bow that followed was added with gusto. Luckily tonight all I had to fight through was a pack of strays. He gave the other men a wink, knowing they were impatiently waiting. Then Rebecca mentioned her father. The privateer's body stiffened, muscles tensing as the thought of her father wanting to thank his for his work. Slowly he turned back to Rebecca, though he eyes seemed to be focusing on some distant object. Oh yes, he was sure the Governor would love to make a grand affair of him. Give him a good sending off before kicking him to the streets. Yes, I'm sure he would. Far be it from me to deny his governorship , he practically spat out the word, the chance to give proper thanks to those he owes. For that brief moment his voice was devoid of any mirth. Gone was the storytelling, egotistical man who gave clichd compliments. This was someone else, someone that the pampered high society had never released they had unleashed. The drop in character only lasted a moment before he got control of himself, his smile returning once more and his shoulders relaxing. Yes, I suppose your father would be more suited to discussing the affairs of the day. Though I doubt he carries himself as gracefully as yourself. And of course, it is not he who I wish to dance with. He was growing tired of this game. Any longer and he would have to resort to his secondary plan. Offering his arm he asked her, Might I trouble you to begin out dance earlier? I fear the night grows short for me.
Thread: Cutting Old Ties (for  Vivid Fizz)

At the mention of her father, the Captains demeanor instantly changed. Gone was the jovial nature of his compliments. It was replaced by something she had never seen from the man. It was darker than before. Her eyebrow rose and a slight worry filled her violet eyes. Perhaps he disagreed with something that the governor had done in the negotiations with the natives. The noticeable venom was hard to miss. Indeed, the beautiful Rebecca did not understand exactly was happening. Though it only lasted a second and he fell back into himself. Another compliment was thrown at her. It was as generic as all the others she had heard that night. At least he was willing to start the dance earlier. As soon as it was over she would be free of the bore and on her way to dancing with another bore who was easier to deal with. She flashed him her first true smile of the evening, revealing white strait teeth. She offered him her hand. That sounds like the most reasonable thing to ever pass your lips, dear captain, she replied. She didnt even try to hide her joy at the thought of getting rid of him. Her eyes danced. Lets just get this over with.