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Thread: Seeking Other Alternatives {darkest_fate&whtbitch4u2own}

As always, Emma looked so assured of herself. Cain's eyes flashed, his lips twitching with amusement as he saw her shift her stance. Those flashing eyes, that determined stare. She always had been so possessed of herself, and he loved seeing that he'd brought that out in her a little further. That he could now see such an expression, such a demeanor, on someone who was most certainly an adult, a beautiful one at that, well, it only made him all the happier. People often teased that women looked more striking when they were angry, that fire giving them more life. And it was proving every bit as true for Emma as for the general populace. We're always learning, dear, he slid in as she scoffed. He could feel some of his cool detonating, however, as she continued. Emotions had started to rise up and take too much control. Upset, insane? Was it insane to want the best for someone that you'd known for most of her life? was it insane to want a beautiful woman to actually experience pleasure and sexual satisfaction? Emma deserved to have someone who could actually give her that, someone like Cain, not that pathetic excuse for a husband she had now. She turned. He rose. He moved swiftly, his speed belying his relatively large size. Somehow he didn't seem rushed, didn't seem hurried. He simply slid, moving so that when she reached for the door handle, he would be there. His body would loom behind hers, their evident size difference all the more apparent. An arm shot up, shot over Emma's shoulder, hit the door, held it down. The strong arm certainly couldn't be moved, not be Emma. Cain's proximity would make it difficult for Emma to move without a good deal of squirming. You seem mistaken, he whispered, his tone still calm, almost deadly so now. He leaned forward, eyes burrowing into hers as he continued. Did something in my tone indicate that you had a choice in the matter? Silly girl, he leaned forward. The whole point is that you don't know what you want. There's no choice for you here. Well, that's not true, strictly speaking, he smiled as his other hand shifted, moving along her side. you made your choice when you decided to come here, in person. You know as well as I do. Your curiosity, that inner fire, it drove you here. And here you are. I'll grant you one more chance to at least take a little control over the situation, but I assure you that our lesson is just beginning.
Thread: Seeking Other Alternatives {darkest_fate&whtbitch4u2own}

Oh, did Emma ever need him. Cain knew it to his core, and he couldn't suppress the sadness that welled up within him, leaking into his eyes as he looked to the girl. To think that they'd had to come to this. She could've just agreed, and they'd have been perfectly civil about the whole affair. He could've shown her how to use the toy properly, given her instruction, taken her to new heights. It would've been a beautiful beginning to an entirely new relationship. Instead she insisted on that prim and proper demeanor, insisting that he was delusional. It did amuse him that she even attempted to open the door. Cain couldn't help but chuckle at her efforts, so very childish. Get the fuck out of there indeed. while she raised her hand, he subtly shifted down, moving to try and switch the door lock. It would be easy enough to undo from this side of the barrier, but the point was to add one more frustrating step even as he further flustered Emma. Enough steps would give him the opportunity he needed. Unfortunately, Emma shouted, insisted, and actually pushed back. Cain had been expecting resistance, had braced for it. The shift had therefore been a subtle one, but still noticeable, still enough to give a little more leverage. Perhaps more drastic measures would need to be taken. As Emma hoped, Cain still didn't wish to hurt her he cared too much for the girl to wish her harm. This whole affair was about pleasure after all. So he shifted, moving to counterbalance her, one arm reached across and slightly over again, pushing hard against the door, leaning. You had your chance, he insisted. His other hand drew along her body, moving along her waist. the fingers sought her waistband, though Cain hardly believed that he'd actually succeed in darting his digits beneath it. He wholly expected, almost wanted, Emma to let out a protest, to lunge, to grow more violent. His hope was to draw attention away from the door, from the escape it provided, and toward himself. Then it was a matter of flipping locks, looping chains, using those few seconds to give himself the lead he needed for a few seconds more. He just had to hope that he could outmaneuver her...
Thread: Seeking Other Alternatives {darkest_fate&whtbitch4u2own}

People said silly thing when angry. Lot of what Emma said to Cain, she wouldn't have if she wasn't mad. But then again, she was mad BECAUSE of him. So it was very much justified. She watched him look into her eyes, saw his disappointment. She didn't care anymore. Well, she did but in that moment, she didn't. She actually hated his gut. And if her father was there, watching all this, she'd shout at him for keeping friends such as Cain. Uncle Cain. She was glad she never called him an Uncle but it was because they always got along just fine and so the word never settled in her mind. She had no idea what he was trying to accomplish here by teaching her how to use a freaking dildo? She had already wondered and thought about it, 'Who would do that?' She asked the question to herself. She was crossing all the lines tonight. She shouted at him, she sort of unfriended him, she cursed at him and even nudged him away angrily. Last of which, made no difference, given his large frame. She was just some tiny butterfly in front of an elephant. Thank you but I will take my own chances. Now open the door Cain! She gritted her teeth, anger visible in her eyes and on the tip of her nose. Her lips drawing sharp edges as she spoke so bitterly to the older man. She leaned backwards, feeling his hand slide down to her waist and sought her waistband through her silky top. In that moment, she took her hands off the knob and pushed with her two hands, shoving his hand off of her, Get your hands off me. She said and looked up at him. She reached for her phone, I am calling my father right now if you don't step away. Her attention was no on her phone, unlocking it and opening the dialer app in her phone.
Thread: Seeking Other Alternatives {darkest_fate&whtbitch4u2own}

His gambit had worked to some degree. Emma had drawn her hands away from the door for a few moments, long enough for Cain to hastily flick a lock and slide a deadbolt into place. She'd pulled against him, and with two angry hands pulling and his attention elsewhere, she managed to pull him off. He didn't even fight back, simply let her think she had the win, at least for the time being. After all, he'd just made things a little more difficult, likely a lot if she was paying as little attention there as he figured. Because while Cain might be getting angry, he wasn't nearly as frustrated or flustered as his target. Emma looked up at him, and he could see the fury in her eyes. Indignation certainly did make her look more appealing he had to give her that. So if she thought he'd be cowed by her look or her words, she would be quite mistaken. If anything, it simply enhanced the tightness he felt in his groin. Still, he couldn't very well let her call her father. Start, yes, and he took those few seconds to lock and shift. As soon as she'd gotten focused, however, he reached down, fingers closing on the phone. You're making this difficult, young lady, he intoned, his eyes narrowing. Muscles bunched as he moved to tug the phone away, again counting on size and strength to win the day. Apparently Emma wouldn't be won over by rhetoric or other such arguments, and she wasn't yet in a position where he could prove his point in a more demonstrative way. Expecting her to protest and fight for the phone, Cain dared use one free hand to reach for her waist again. This time his hand was a lot less suggestive and a lot more daring he simply moved to try and palm Emma's crotch directly. He fully expected a jerk, a slap, a gasp, some display of shock, outrage, anger. But he also expected that she'd again forget about possible salvation for the more pressing threat of defending her body against his attacks.
Thread: Seeking Other Alternatives {darkest_fate&whtbitch4u2own}

Emma hadn't really thought how conniving he could be when he wanted to be. She had taken a moment to turn to face him so she can push him away a little and that's when he used that opportunity to flick yet another lock and then the deadbolt. She heard the clicks and she looked down, noticing his hands weren't on her so she pushed him. Watching him take a step back, she thought it was her victory but now had twice as many locks to go through before she could open the door. She quickly realized it was even worse than before and sort of impossible for her to just up and leave. She couldn't tell if he was angry or was as calm as he seemed. She looked up at him, making 'tsk' sounds at him to show how annoyed she was at him. He'd see how angry she was and it made her face turn red. Not only that, but she could feel her body throwing off heat and her blood just rushed through her veins. She just figured that knowing each other for so long, he would eventually snap out of it and maybe apologizing before letting her go. Though, she saw none of that happening anytime soon. She stood there with her phone in her hand, trying to dial her father who was on speed dial. I'm making it difficult? Wait till I get my father on the phone. She said and looked up, that's when she felt him snatch her phone away from her hand. Her first reaction was to reach forward and try to grab her phone back from him. What do you think you're doing. Give me my phone. She said as she outstretched her arm forward and would let it follow his hand and if he'd lift up over his head, she would give him eventually since she wasn't as tall as he was. She felt him push her back or at least hold her off at arm's reach by placing his hand on her petite waist. She didn't take notice as she was keen on getting her phone back. But, she jerked back the moment she felt his hand move to her crotch and she swung her hand to push his off of her crotch. She felt his large fingers run along her crotch and felt it slide against her slit as she pulled back, What the hell do you think you are doing? Cain! Are you out of your mind? She said and looked frustrated, Look, I am asking you one last time. And Nicely. Let me go.
Thread: Seeking Other Alternatives {darkest_fate&whtbitch4u2own}

Were anger and lust really such different emotions when you broke them down? Cain didn't particularly think so, particularly not when he saw how worked up Emma was getting over their little play here. The heat wafting from her showed quite well, and with this proximity Cain couldn't help but notice. Surely her blood must be rising, getting a rush of adrenaline and endorphins, and they hadn't even truly started yet. Just thinking about what it would be like when he finally achieved what he was aiming for made Cain all the more aroused, all the more ready for action. First though, he had to take that phone. He listened as Emma complained like a child, even reaching for it. There was some temptation to follow suit with what she did to raise it over her head like he was her teasing older brother. His height would mean she certainly couldn't reach. Instead, however, Cain moved to turn the phone off, its jingle sounding almost garish compared to what was happening around them. Then he merely tossed it away, not caring where it landed and barely paying attention as it skittered across the floor. it didn't seem as if Emma was quite as distracted by his hands upon her crotch as he'd expected. No, there were the hands, moving to try and push her away. Her efforts drew another chiding chuckle from him. Cain easily moved around her hand, pressing his quite insistently against her loins again. Now that he'd dealt with the door and the phone, he could focus his attentions on the beautiful struggling woman before him. His hand brushed aside hers, moving to cup her crotch and begin rubbing it even as she looked to him with frustration and demands. You are not in a position to make requests, let alone demands, he intoned. His other hand shot up, grabbing her hair to twist her head back, wanting to bare that neck and to further assert his dominance. The hair should prove quite the handle, and it was one that he fully intended to use. You have two options, Emma, he said as he began pawing her crotch again. You can willingly submit and thoroughly enjoy the pleasure. Or I can roughly induct you into the glories of a sensual life. There are no other options you gave those up when you walked into my home. Now, he gripped her sex tightly, choose. And the large, dark man loomed over her, staring down at the struggling girl he'd watched blossom toward womanhood. There was a slight ping, a little moral stab at his conscience. But Cain knew he was doing this for her benefit, that the ends would justify the means, and that once they truly started, Emma would be too busy enjoying herself to care about how they'd begun.
Thread: Seeking Other Alternatives {darkest_fate&whtbitch4u2own}

The heat rising up from Emma was quite impressive. True, Cain knew that it came from anger instead of lust, the burning fires of frustration and outrage certainly not the heady flames of arousal he wanted to fan from within her. Yet heat was heat, and he could still read the little signs, the slight hints, and he knew that the girl simply didn't know what she wanted. How often had he had to act like a second father when she'd been younger? His experience had helped grace her with the life she led today. In truth, she sounded even more like an unruly child as she protested his removing her phone. Cain gave her a hard look, his face locking into a stern expression. It was never funny, he intoned, his voice dipping even lower than it had before. Had she ever thought he was joking? Perhaps when she'd first opened the gift, but now? Now when he had her pinned, utilizing his impressive strength and weight against her. He could feel her body submitting to him even as she continued to mouth protests. I have every right, he nearly spat. His hands twisted, using her hair as reins to start working this unruly girl. You're acting as if you're some sort of adult now, as if you're the one who knows best, he let out a harsh laugh as the lower hand began tugging. She'd spread, insisted she didn't want, insisted that he wouldn't dare. I see you've chosen the hard way, he said, shaking his head, truly upset that it would have to come to this. He kept working at her sex, pulling her up with it, knowing that the rough treatment would likely surprise Emma even still further. No man would dare treat her in this way. Hadn't she all but insisted that? But Cain moved her. He tugged at her body, pulling her by crotch and hair away from the door, heading for the furniture strewn about the room. It would take effort Cain had little doubt that she would struggle every step of the way. But he was determined to pull her into a position, down into what he knew her body truly craved. His hand began working, moving around her lower fabric. He tugged at it, wanting to pull it from her hips, to give her something else to worry and fuss about. The more distractions, the further along he could get. he twisted the hair again, jerking her head even as he pulled her body forward. It's a shame I have to treat you like this, Emma, he said, shaking his head. To think that we have to do it this way, when I could've shown you my passion in more... pleasurable ways, but he was determined, and his muscles and will hardened to further prove his point.
Thread: Atoll of Fate{KayLove & Wolvenrogue}

RE Atoll of FateKayLove Wolvenrogue please move to taboo? thread please Maneao cleaned his catch and placed most of it in the reflector oven for his family to eat once the sun rose and the awakened. For himself, he set aside three small but particularly tasty fish for himself. He laid back in his hammock and ate the fish raw as he watched the sun rising slowly over the great ocean. This was a beautiful site as he looked eastward and the sun rose in an array of colors which reminded him of the beautiful creature he had seen only in twilight. As the sun rose , he climbed out of his hammock ans headed back to the cove where he had last seen the beautiful sea creature. So as not to be seen he entered the lagoon where he had left it and swam around the jetty again, hoping to find the creature where she had been. As his head broke the surface silently, his heart fell. She , was that the right description? had moved. He quietly searched the horizon. His heart soared as he saw her quietly resting in the shallows much as before. He hears the twig snap and sees her flinch, but not move. She is on high alert. The creature was clearly large enough not to have anything to fear in the lagoon. However, he reasoned that she did not normally live there and instead was a temporary visitor and maybe not voluntarily staying there. He watched as the creature slowly ate a fish almost identical to what he had eaten, and seemed to care for what looked like a wound on its forehead. This gave him an idea. He sunk below the water. Selectively fishing he caught three more of the fish which she had caught for herself. He slowly surfaced again when he was about ten yards away. He softly whistled to get her attention and extended the fish on the end of the spear, and laid them on the rack near her, hoping she would not slip beneath the water and disappear. It was a magic moment, but one which he had no idea how it would play out. He spoke softly in his island dialect My name is Maneao, Man-e-ao, Man-e-ao with no idea if she could hear or speak. The sun was rising higher and made her beautiful hair shine, as the wind dried it and made it wave. He rose slowly out of the shallow water and let her see his entire body and slowly took a step in her direction, before waiting to see how she would respond.
Thread: Atoll of Fate{KayLove & Wolvenrogue}

Lynn watched the treeline with wide eyes, trying to spot anything and everything in her sight but she saw nothing other than the warm winds flowing through the trees and the birds hopping from branch to branch. She wondered silently what it was like out there, on land, where there were no cold depths of lonely sea. She took a deep breath and sighed, tucking her silver hair behind her ear and wrapping her arms around her torso, she was a solitary creature but she did miss the little Mer that had treated her like family. Her thoughts were interrupted by a soft noise, one that she had heard dolphins making when talking to one another, but there were no dolphins in these shallow waters. Lynosha's eyes quickly spotted the creature in the water before her, something sharp emerged from the water with impailed fish along its length. Her heart seemed to stutter, it was a human... She didn't dare touch the fish that he presented her. Her eyes widened dramatically as he began moving out of the water and onto the sandy land. She felt far out of her element, exposed, and most of all frightened. Her hair, tail, and sides bagan to change colors slowly, thick black stripes cascading down in a rhythmic motion hoping to frighten him if anything keep him away as she watched him, curiously observing his every move, he was unclothed leading her to believe that the people here were not of the main land. His words frightened her, an unfamiliar dialect, but it contained small things she had heard once before. But she didn't stay long enough to piece it together in her mind as the slow step he made towards her tipped the scale and she plunged herself into the waters below. Her tail carried her swiftly away already ten yards away in less than seconds before she slowed the pain on her side coming back in a dull ache from the sudden exertion of energy. She flinched as she touched it lightly bubbles escaping her lips. Lynosha quickly and childishly hid behind coral, her tail curling and coming close to her body, the black stripes slowing and fading as she watched through the fan like coral. Her silver hair drifted around her head as she looked through the water and tried to feel for a shift in the oceans waves. She couldn't leave this place not yet, not when she hadn't fully recovered and with no knowledge of the deeper waters outside of the place, there could be all manners of predators out there simply waiting on a wounded animal to swim into its jaws. She shuttered at the thought.
Thread: Atoll of Fate{KayLove & Wolvenrogue}

Maneao's face fell as she bolted for the water. He sat down cross-legged on the sand. She had swam barely 15 yards out into water just deep enough to submerge her and there she sat hiding behind coral each of their views distorted by the ripples on the surface of the crystal clear sunlit water. The display of colors had reminded him of the humbolt squid he had seen. They would put on a regular light-show designed to frighten him. In and of itself the colors were harmless, but they warned of an animal who felt threatened, and was ready to defend itself. This creature didn't look threatening, but he knew better than to assume she wasn't. Having caught the fish needed for the day, he had little else to do so he waited, watching the creature, as it watched him. He was puzzled that she hadn't taken the fish he offered, it was the same species he had just watched her eating, that he knew was a certainty. Reaching over without getting up, he grabbed a fish off the spear he scraped the scales from it and sat there eating it slowly, and watching her. A few minutes later he grabbed another, and then tossed it into the water above her so that it sank to the bottom, easily with in her reach, wondering what she would do. It appeared to him that the creature had may wounds, some bigger than others. If she was bleeding she would probably draw predators. Even though the water was too shallow for sharks, the barracuda would eventually find her. Though one could be handled, they were pack hunters and their numbers would eventually be a problem. She must have known that he could have speared her when he first approached if she was as intelligent as she looked. Maneao was puzzled by the whole situation Eventually he stretched out on the warm sand. He wanted to show her that he meant no harm.