Thread: Attention!  (IWishThat&Valanaer)

The moment those eyes graced her face once again she couldn't contain the pleasure that ripped through her, her lips turning into a graceful smile. yes, that was what she wanted. She wanted him to look at her, to pay attention to what was happening before him now instead of just what he was doing. Her own green eyes stared right into those blue ones, moaning and panting right along with Ashal. He was gorgeous, he truly was. She couldn't deny that. Couldn't deny the look that filled those eyes and swept over Ashal's face. The look of pure pleasure. It only ignited her need to attain this prince, to keep him for her own and never allow him out of her chains. The sound of her name on his lips was electric, eyes going wide with disbelief before she was pushing back against Wythe all the harder. It was amazing, that one breath of her name. A thing she killed most for doing. But Ashal was different. His accent wrapped around the one word perfectly and it made a smirk appear on Jasmine's lips. Perfect. Ashal was thinking of her, just as she was thinking of him. It was what she wanted. Ashal was probably imagining that he was fucking her instead of Christine, a woman from his lands. The very woman he should of been thinking of seeing as she was the one he was firmly thrusting inside of. But he wasn't. He was calling out her name. Moaning it. Her thoughts stopped in a jumble when her hair was grasped, head being pulled backwards slightly. She had barely registered the slap he had placed on her round ass but this.. this she wasn't going to forgive. It was a show of dominance she wanted no part of. Her hand reached up, grasping hold of Wythe's wrist and green eyes misting over slightly. She could take being stabbed with a knife, she could take feeling her skin sliced open but having her hair pulled.. it hurt. Hurt enough to make tears form in her eyes but it only seemed to make her look all the more fragile, all the more weak. Wythe.. She almost whispered the other males name, feeling his cock harden even more inside her. He was going to cum soon. Ashal came before Wythe did, those green eyes glued to the mans face as she watched him. It was fascinating really, the way she could see his eyes dance with the pleasure. And then Wythe came, inside her, making her cum as well. She once again called out Ashal's name, releasing Wythe's wrist to grasp the table again. Once Wythe had fully unloaded himself inside Jasmine he released her, panting darkly as he stepped back and jasmine slipped to her knees. Her limbs felt like jelly from her orgasms but she was still pissed. Leave. The both of you. She snapped the words, nails biting into the wood as she kneeled there. Christine didn't waist much time running for the tent flaps but Wythe hesitated, knowing he had done wrong. Ma'am, please... He didn't get much more than that out before she was standing and she slapped him hard across the face. Your disobeying a direct order! Now Leave! She pointed to the tent flaps, green eyes mistly glaring at him. Wythe had truly fucked up now. He hesitated only a moment later before he huffed darkly and turned, glaring at Ashal only once before he grabbed his clothes and yanked his pants on before heading out of the tent. Once he was gone Jasmine snorted, hand coming up to rub at the back of her head where Wythe had grabbed her hair. Where did guys get off grabbing a woman's hair? If the bastards hair had been long enough she should of grabbed hold of it and dragged him around. Maybe then he would of realized how it felt. Giving a dark shake of her head she glanced to the still naked Ashal. She had sent Christine away before she had a chance to redress Ashal. Something she was now going to have to figure out how to do. Shivering slightly at the aspect of touching Ashal she walked over and grabbed her panties, yanking them on before pulling her bra on once again. As she yanked her clothes as she thought, green eyes trailing over Ashal's form as she did so. Speak, Ashal. Or shall i just believe you are too stupid to know my language? She smirked, eyebrow lifting. Yes, she was trying to provoke him.