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Writing Samples Mandi - Queen Bee His hands never stopped, they never slowed down. Mandi was gobsmacked that the thing it seemed Preston really wanted was to fuck her. Cool air breezed over her thighs and ass as he yanked her skirt all the way up, heat burning up her neck and over face at the sensation. She couldnt see him but she could feel his eyes like an extra set of hands. Without any warning or hesitation he dragged her panties down, the action causing a jerk in her hips. Panic truly began to chip away at her then, embarrassment flooding her before Preston groaned. Startled, her brows knitted downward, and thanks to his hand now lowered to between her shoulder blades, Mandi could turn her face into the desk. Her breath puffed out and humidified the small space but she didnt care. She didnt care because now that she was exposed, her sex was hot. It obviously didnt escape Prestons attention either and her face burned even hotter. Scrambling for some kind of lie to save face, she turned her head just a little. No, I-If-fuck The words fumbled in her mouth but they were ripped away as soon as Prestons fingers pressed against her, parting the lips of her sex into that heat. Her own hands were flat against the table with nothing to hold on to, nothing to gain purchase with. Chest heaving so hard she felt dizzy, his fingers were hurried but the back and forth motion had her vision whitening at the edges. Again, no warning and then his finger was in her, one fast, smooth glide and Mandis spine was arching under his grip against her will. Two-point-five seconds and it felt like Preston was deeper in her than anything had been. It stole her breath, and then his wrist began to shift, the curve of his finger dragging along her tight, clenching walls. All the air in her lungs dissipated and she could only stare blindly in shocknothing like this had ever happened before. Mandis lashes were fluttering by the time Preston pulled out, the clink of his belt buckle echoing in her ears. The feeling of him against her entrance brought her back to life with a snap, a gasping sound that would embarrass her later breaking out from deep in her throat. All shock and sex. It was so fast, it was all so fucking fast, though Preston had still done more in the way of foreplay than Jackson ever had. Preston Ward was inside her. He bottomed out and it was like there wasnt enough room inside of her to fill her lungs anymore. Everything began to blur, including time. Both of his hands pinned her down and the first thrust was harder than anything shed ever felt in her life. The pleasure of it was a tight fist and her mind reeled, all thought snuffed out like a candle flame. Mandi was gone, hand reaching out to grip the edge of the desk until her knuckles were white. The sound of them bounced off the empty walls and there was no mistaking that wet, shlicking sound. The muscles in her abdomen went taut, her entire body winding up like the spring of a music box. The build was brutal, frenzied, and she was gasping with each slap of his hips up against her. Her nails pressed up into the underside of the desk so hard it hurt but she didnt give a fuck, the pleasure had never been twisted so tightly. And then Preston stopped, slammed into her up to the hilt. A high, guttural noise left her as she shook like a leaf on the wind, reduced to short, staccato little gasping breaths. The glassy look in her eyes faded and Mandi began to surface again. The drop of a failed orgasm wracked her and she was squeezing, spasming desperately around his cock. Whatthe fuck? Horrified, she listened to the sounds of their breathing before Preston shuffled behind her, but did not move. Shed recognize the tapping sound of a thumb nail hitting a phone screen anywhere. Wait. Her voice was thick and an octave higher than it normally was. Wait, wait, wait, wait Mandi writhed under him. At some point her cropped shirt had rucked up, exposing the smooth, pale curve of her spine and the under cups of her lacy bra as she twisted on top of the desk. She was a fucking mess. Youyou already have the video. Dont record me. Please. Mandi could hear herself, hear how she soundedbut she couldnt believe it. She sounded so fucked out. This had never happened to her before, and Preston was about to have proof. He was going to have a Mount Rushmore-sized mountain of blackmail against her at this rate. Princess Ardelle It was maddening listening to Luirlan have the conversation she was supposed to be having with Hallgeir. When her father had procured a nomad familiar with the Manslayers but not of the tribe, it had been to gain intel and potential alliesArdelle had begged him to pay them to teach her the language. Several generals wanted to learn as well, and so finally he relented. Then, when the news of her fate had broken, the lessons had become for a very different reason and Luirlan had joined her. Still, as she stood there being talked about like she had no idea what was being said, Ardelle couldn't bring herself to speak. How was she going to get through this if she couldn't even work up the courage to speak? And worse, her mother was loudly insulting them without a care for who might understand. Horrified, Ardelle turned agape at her mother as her father snapped at her. The Queen was claiming that the nomads were savages and yet they were the ones making a spectacle in front of everyone. It seemed as though Hallgeir didn't understand what her mother said, or he simply didn't care. The woman beside him was difficult to read, but when their eyes met Ardelle let her guilt show. She knew the woman understood, and it was incredibly embarrassing. Not only that, but her mother was making this impression when she was the one that got to leave. More discussion about herit seemed as though Hallgeir's understanding of Elven language was so small that he hadn't even caught her name. The look of surprise on his face was difficult to decipher, not to mention half of his face was covered from her view due to his beard. It was hard to make out what he was thinking, and Ardelle couldn't begin to even guess what a conversation between the two of them might look like. As everyone moved to the prepared altar, Luirlan broke away from her. Luirlan! Watching from afar, too shackled by her own fear and trepidation, Ardelle could do nothing but wait until Luirlan returned. The woman looked far too pleased with herself, and Ardelle felt more embarrassment creep upward and burn across her face. You didn't. As if to answer her question, Hallgeir's voice bellowed out above the crowd, the loudest she'd ever heard another person be. Wide-eyed, she clutched onto Luirlan's hand even as her lady's maid tried to take her place behind her. Do not sing! But of course Luirlan wouldn't listen when it was she who had listened to Ardelle yammer on about her wedding in childhood. She knew what certain traditions meant to her and the way she'd looked forward to this day. This day was supposed to symbolize another step closer to her people, to becoming a queen they could be proud of. Now, it was only about her walking away in order to save them. The song was one she'd heard countless times, but never with this many trembling voice. It was almost too much, but she was determined not to cry. What a terrible image that would createhardly one of two people coming together as willingly as possible for the betterment of their people. It would look like she was a prisoner, she desperately hoped she wasn't one. Her parents hugged her at the end of her walk, and Ardelle took her place beside Hallgeir, only faltering when the priest told them to kneel. Elven royalty were never told to kneel, and so while it was a surprise, she did gather up the skirt of her dress to do just that. Before she could, Hallgeir swept his cape out in front of her. Stunned, especially because he was putting something that looked very well crafted on the ground, Ardelle swallowed the lump in her throat. Really, while still hard to read, the look on Hallgeir's face did not seem...friendly. He looked angry, to her. Her heart lurched at the thought that perhaps she was a disappointment. This entire marriage had been his demand, or she'd thought so.... Perhaps he still didn't trust Elves, even though they were here now honoring his request. It wasn't a comforting thought. Thank you. She said quietly, so quietly that perhaps only he and the priest heard. Saying nothing more, she knelt beside him. The rest...was strange to her, but not bad. In her quest to learn the language, she'd neglected trying to learn much about culture or beliefs. She wasn't sure who their 'gods' were or what they were for, but she listened intently trying to hear the nuances of a native speaker. The more Ardelle listened, the more surprised she became. The rites that the priest was speaking were...very emotional. Sentimental, even. It was very different from the Elven idea of marriage, particularly a noble marriage. Vows of an Elven marriage sounded more like a treaty of peacekeeping than the words the priest was speaking now. Listening to Hallgeir vow to love her was enough to set off a ringing in her ears, even though she couldn't bring herself to look at him. He wasn't looking at her anyway, his back remained straight, his head remained forwardso she did the same. It was the words that the nomad priest had for her that brought Ardelle a different kind of emotion shame. She realized with shock listening to him that she had spent all this time worrying about what she was losing, what she was leaving. In the back of her mind she feared that these people would think less of her for being what she was, that they wouldn't welcome her. And surely some of them did feel that way. But listening to the priest now Ardelle realized that they were going to consider her their queen. Her fingers upon the statue twitched before she could reign in the response, hearing that she would have to forsake her old name. The tribe standing behind her was waiting for her to agree. She'd been thinking only of herself and not of them, so much so she felt like she wasn't worthy to agree now. They deserved someone that understood them better, but maybe she could be that person if she was willing to try. And Hallgeir? Ardelle couldn't imagine being a comfort to him, or that he was a man in need of comfort, but... I will. Ardelle's voice no longer shook, and though it was not as loud as Hallgeir's, it was loud enough for the crowd to hear. The nomads erupted in a raucous cheer while the Elves in attendance jumped in surprise before clapping politely. Finally, amidst the noise, Ardelle turned her head and looked upward, setting her bright green eyes upon the man that was her husband. Innocent Straight-A-Mandi Mandi stared at him in horror as he simply shushed her, looking little more than amused. It began to make her question if she was as destressed as she thought she wasshe felt petrified, like she was trembling from it, but he merely cast another smile her way. He looked at her in the same way that had always brought heat up to her face, and it stunned her speechless. Her thighs squeezed together tighter as he tossed her panties away. But... Mandi shook her head, confused about what to do. She'd said no, begged him even, and it hadn't even slowed him down. Visibly tensing at his declaration of needing to see her, Mandi squirmed uncomfortably. The word lick was like a new alarm bell, sounding off with all the others. It had her jerking in response, shocked by the lewdness of it. He'd already brought it up but now as he took hold of her knees it felt more real. Jared, I can'tI can't deal with this! Wait, wait, wait! Begging again as he leaned over her, the weight of him pushed her back down. Her head hit against the pillow and the terror washed over her, mirrored in the expression on her face. He continued to lean down on her and Mandi realized she couldn't even so much as shift an inch. Jared used the leverage of his body to pry her knees apart. Heart thundering in her ears, Mandi couldn't bare to look. He spread her thighs completely until the cool air of the room rushed over the heat of her most intimate area. Eyes lifted to the ceiling, Mandi covered her mouth with her hand. She didn't know how, but she could feel his eyes on her sex like he was already touching her. There was no way she could ignore it now, how hard the throbbing had continued even after his fingers had drawn her over that first edge. Mandi could feel herself spread open in front of him, the petals of her sex more revealed to his eyes than they'd ever been to her own. The seconds passed like hours until finally Jared spoke again. Oh my God. Mandi breathed, hand moving from her mouth to clutch at the couch cushion. She felt his arms wrap under her thighs, his hands grabbing her hips. Her spine tensed, arched, but her lower half was forced to remain in place. Sucking in a sharp breath as his mouth made contact, the initial sensation was like a shock to her system. It rocked through her, the muscles in her abdomen tightening. Everything...she could feel everything. His lips, his tongue, even edges of his mouth provided stimulation. Mouth open, Mandi struggled to gain a breath. When he pulled away it felt so sudden her eyes immediately lowered down to look at him, the sight of anyone between her legs a foreign one. A deep blush prickled over her face at his words, a fresh twist of curiosity curling inside of her as he brought up her taste. At just the mention of it the taste of him was an echo on her tongueshe could still feel him in her throat when she swallowed. Ahh The first feminine noise of pleasure escaped her before she could stop it, her body arching tighter, straining against his grip. His tongue pressed through her delicate folds, the pleasure building with shocking intensity. Jared seemed to lap her up entirely, dragging her higher and higher until she was panting out hot breaths of air in desperation. Her head dropped back against the pillow as the tip of his tongue teased even deeper into her, almost actually entering her. The prospect of it, the threat of it, had her head reelingthe feeling of it had her entire body tensing. But then, oh then, his mouth tilted. 'Tell me if you like this...' Tell him? She couldn't manage to breathe evenly at this point. The only answer he got was a sudden, desperate moan bursting deep from the back of her throat. The hand clutching the couch cushion twisted, the other pressing against her thigh as the muscles there began to quiver. Her hips bucked once of their own accord, resisting against his hold on them. His mouth had clamped over that hot, sensitive button. The heat of his tongue pressed against it had the pleasure fisting inside of her. He lapped slowly, but it was already too much. Panting, Mandi's head turned as she felt every muscle tense and begin to quake. Another cry broke out of her as the pleasure soared, consuming her in it's entirety in wave after wet, hot wave. She came a like a flood against his tongue, even her hips trembled until finally that tight grip gave way, releasing her and dropping her boneless back onto the couch. Princess Charlotte It was surprising how quickly he agreed with her, but it was also a relief. The thought of not being able to go home with her parents was devastating, though she would have fought tooth and nail had he disagreed. That being said, it was also clear to Charlotte that her snap of anger had effectively shut Max down. He was being too stoic all of a sudden. And when he abruptly turned away from her to dramatically sweep on his cloak, she had to close her eyes briefly to keep from rolling them. Classic Dramatic Max. Had three years really changed nothing? As if she'd asked out loud and he'd taken it for a challenge, his next words stunned her. Merely blinking at him, she couldn't believe he was the first one to bring up the reality of their marriage. Yes, they would have a lot to talk about... it was hard for her to imagine doing so. But then, oh then , he did it--he brought up their argument. It was so subtle, yet so on-the-nose. Even more stunned, her mouth dropped open though his back was to her. The fury ignited in her so fast she was up and out of the bed within seconds. It was her own willpower that kept her in place, though she very nearly crossed the room to give him a shove hard enough to knock him out of his chair. No, it wouldn't be dignified and it wouldn't help the situation. It was bad enough he intended to stay in the room while she changed. Left with no choice she snatched up the dress--which was not her taste at all--and turned her back on him as well. Loosening the buttons on her nightgown the fabric fell away, leaving her naked once again. The new dress in hand, she began to undo the buttons of it next, a little unused to not having a maid's help. Unable to resist a return jab, she indulged the bitterness he'd awoken inside of her. I seem to recall being encouraged to leave, but your memory is most convenient--as per usual. It felt like blowing on sparking embers, but it was oh so satisfying as well. Finally undoing the last button, Charlotte worked into the dress. It was very simple, which normally she wouldn't mind. The idea of gathering with Max, his parents, and her own in such a dress felt...well, it felt like an extra kick to her endurance. Everyone would be fully dressed to their station, she had no doubt. But she also knew this was her own emotion talking, and that really her parents wouldn't care about all that. It would make for a comfortable dress to travel home in, in any case. Is there an estimation on my parent's arrival, or is their approach just an assumption you have? Last edited Aug 25, 2024