Thread: POACHER! (Jack Stalker and SHARPii)

Whore? Well the name did little to tarnish her pride and her credibility, if only bringing out the amusement in her eyes all the more evident as she stayed where she was now. Oh yes, she was practically beckoning the royal Prince to ravage her in ways she need not forget, in ways that would teach her such a scorching lesson and leave her to never purge the royal land under his name, to purge the animals of this royal forest, let alone bathe in fresh water, fresh water that still coated her agile body. Her fear was minimal but her courage and bravery was forever amassed in the forefront, no part of her wanting to back down from his cruel words. A small scoff escaped from her as she tore her brown eyes from the clearly angry man before her, giving him little and almost no regard, title or not, monarch or not, a man who could just as easily determine her fate in the slightest if he so wished. She was not afraid to die, for to die, would be an awfully great adventure, one shed welcome head on. At least shed die for something rather than nothing. I should show more respect? You call yourself a noble? Please, youre nothing more than an angry and cock-driven monarch, exposing his power among us less-worthy mortals, and for what? Sheer will, amusement, or simply taking what you think you can have? Forgive me, Your Grace but I would rather heartily laugh at the matter before bowing to your very whim. Her words seemed to be full of power but nevertheless ill-timing. Her head turned towards the gallant man before her and just like clockwork almost, she watched as his cloak became discarded, along with his gloves, as if with some intention that he intended to see through, regardless of her smart mouth or not. Natalie took a wary step backwards, as if suddenly able to feel the menacing aura from his presence that and the very sight of his evident bulge before her gave proof to her otherwise, seemingly cementing his decision and leaving her feet planted like roots of a tree in the dirt, the ability to move leaving her, the ability to simply run leaving the function of her toned legs. This manthis mans threats did not seem empty and that was made clear both by his words and his most brazen action. Her face cringed in a wince from the force of his hand grasping her neck, surrendering her into his direction, immobilizing her. This action of immobilization seemed to continue as his hand traveled south and a single finger not taking her as a prisoner but simply entering her with such brute force and command. It was so shrewd. An audible gasp came from her, followed by a low moan. Her eyes shut briefly before opening, staring into his own. Her fear became eminent and pushed to the forefront but so she be damned, she would have her day in courtmetaphorically speaking that is. Good sir She breathed out almost in a breathless but audible stupor. You call me such names, say cruel things about my nature without knowing me yet youyou come upon me with such force and sheer will to commandeer my body, but why? If I am the whore you say She paused again, closing her eyes as she was hovering the line of succumbing to his prowess and force, an intense feeling washing over her body, her skin that had been nicely sensitized from the delicious bath she stepped out of not too long ago. Well I should consider myself honored then, yes? That the rather famous Prince of this kingdom has bestowed his hands and his touch upon my oh, so lowly self, yes? Her words nearly came out in a hiss, her bravery and cunning attitude taking its rightful place before her. And as much as she was filling with the feeling to simply succumb to his rough actions, she held on with the intent of not doing that so easily or justly. To do so would be to justify his cruel words and actions and that, well that she simply could not do or her God should frown upon her in the most indecent and disrespectful way. Natalie herself believed she did no means of insulting her beloved Lord but simply basking in what she believed he stood for. Perhaps a possible reform in the religious specter and one she kept silent. His words, she easily admonished, but it definitely made its mark, surging through her like the pleasure his finger was emanating through her. It made her incapable of speaking but nevertheless she pushed through it, as much as she could, even as he stuck in another digit in her already stuffed womanhood, further invading it, further violating her and what she stood for. Her head was forced back as his lips made their due course along her sensitive skin. It caused her eyes to shut and her mouth to part slightly. Her breathing fast, her body plunging further into the depths of the vicious but pleasurable actions he was committing against her and her moans further enticing and growing in volume. YesYes Your Grace. She spoke but her tone was mixed with much of a feigned admission and a tautness to it, as if emasculating him or humoring him. I come here to poach your deer, soil your pond, all to lure you out so you can punish me and ravage me in the depths of your so-called royal forest. Yes, I am everything you make me out to be. A vile wrench of a whore with the only intentions to seduce her Prince, to bow and bend to his every whim. She practically spat, her eyes alive with tension and anger. Ive not offended my precious Lord in my acts. But you do Her voice came out as a whisper now, a loud cry coming from her as he was three fingers into her, further stretching her tight walls and unleashing a pleasure within her she did not know. Natalies body succumbed into His Royal Highness but her smart mouth was not at bay. Yet here you are She panted, groaning. Taking advantage of what you think is rightfully yours? Like I said Your Grace, Id heartily laugh. If only And that was the end of her smart mouth as her body quaked with an unmistakable pleasure that erupted within her. His scorching and lewd kisses to her throat, his strong fingers pounding into her tight folds, all the while under the pretense of punishing her and teaching her a lesson she apparently deserved somehow it brought her to a climax that she did not foresee. Her legs gave out beneath her, no longer solidifying her stance before him as the intense and brute pleasure overflowed through her, her body fell to the ground. She instantly caught herself with her hands, keeping her up on her knees as well as she panted and welcomed the pleasure the way a whore would. He got her. He got her well. Natalie Westport succumbed to this vicious Prince. As she basked in the preposterous after glow of such a feelingone she felt ashamed for even allowing herself to feelher head tilted up slowly and her eyes met his menace, a salacious but bold look emanating them. Her mart remained parted and her breathing still harsh and labored. Oh Natatliefor what did you get yourself into?