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Thread: Le cortège de la découverte [Yenpointfive & Somikat]

Francesca groaned as her sphincter gave way around the head of Alex's cock, and inch-by-inch felt him sink into the warm cavity of her ass. The sensations were tight for himfilling for heras her ring stretched around him, her inner walls hugging his head and shaft as more and more of his hard member slid into her. Roughly half of him was embedded in her when she lifted herself and again pushed down on his manhood, gradually taking more and more of it up her ass until she was no longer crouching over him, but sitting in his lap. Her thighs were soft and warm against his, her round cheeks pressed against his groin, and his rigid cock was buried to the hilt in that wonderfully tight orifice. She hummed pleasurably and slowly began to grind herself upon his lap, rolling her hips and massaging his length with the movements of her lust-inspiring body. She felt him move inside her, moaned again and at length lay herself back against his chest, long, luxuriant strands of her brunette hair cascading down his torso. She raised her arms and linked them behind his neck, and in the mirror above her large breasts hung like perfect orbs upon her chesttopped with stiff nipplesand she was stiff between her thighs too her erect cock stood tall and proud, moved by the one around which her anus was stretched with that familiar, pleasant discomfort. Mmmm... fuck me, Alex, she purred, and still her buttocks ground slowly and seductively against his lap.
Thread: Le cortège de la découverte [Yenpointfive & Somikat]

Alex's view slipped back from the mirror to her soft ass as she sank down onto his member, each inch that disappeared from his view adding to his pleasure and, he hoped, to hers. A glance up at the mirror was all it took for him to realize that she was enjoying this as well. His fingertips teased her stiff nipples as she began to rock herself against him, drawing a moan from him as well as herself. Having her lay back against him left her whole body on display for him and he held her close for a moment to enjoy the view. When she begged for him to fuck her the response took a moment. Alex wasn't used to this position or to anal but it seemed fitting to dive right in. He pulled back away from her, drawing his shaft out until only a few inches were left inside of her before thrusting back in quickly, putting his muscular frame to good use. More thrusts followed quickly after the first as he worked out a rhythm, shifting his position just a bit as his hips sounded a nice smack when they reached her ass that made him shiver. He was certainly a little bit rougher than he had to be but with her tight hole driving him wild it was hard not to be. With every thrust he could see Francesca's fat cock bobbing between her gorgeous thighs. Before he even had a chance to think about it his hand had trailed down over her stomach and wrapped around her member. He began to stroke her shaft in time with his thrusts and turned out to be very good at it. Then again, he had been relying on his hand for a couple of years now and with her in this position it was basically the same as jerking off, though he teased her a bit more than he probably would himself, his thumb rubbing softly over her sensitive cock head
Thread: Le cortège de la découverte [Yenpointfive & Somikat]

Gasping at the suddenness of his thrusts, the escort's face cringed at his over-zealous exertions, and her body writhed atop his as she fought the intensity of the sensations throbbing around her tight ring. She groaned and bit her lip, but her body's movements only seemed to encourage her lusty companion. He felt her fingers curl through his hair and grip it, and to make things a little easier she brought her feet up to rest on his knees, her torso flat against his as they lay upon her bed, gazing up at the sight of his stiff cock slamming into her tight, sensitive hole. Her grunts and gasps sounded close to his ear, her body moving atop hisnaked flesh again naked flesh. Her cock was hard and warm in his grasp, but smooth to the touch, and as he stroked her, her foreskin rolled back away from the tip. Her breath was heavy, her chest tight, and it took some concentration to relax the muscles around his invading member, whose rough thrusts enticed her body into constricting. Whatever about Alex's lack of panache, there was an intensity about the way he took her, which drew no shortage of hot, breathy, carnal noises from the Italian's throat. Her back arched over him, her fingers pulled at his blond locks, and her ass clung tightly to the cock which plunged into her depths.
Thread: Le cortège de la découverte [Yenpointfive & Somikat]

Alex realized that he was being a bit rough with her, but she wasn't asking him to stop or slow down. He told himself that he would have been more gentle with her if she had asked but honestly, even he knew there was a chance this was already too far gone. He groaned as she rested her feet against his knees, those heels of hers digging into him. He was hardly in any position to complain. He shuddered as she tugged at his hair, a pleasured groan issuing from beside of her as one hand massaged her breasts while the other worked sinfully quick over her cock, teasing her tip with with one finger before stroking it down her whole length. Alex was vaguely aware of what would happen if he hit her prostate but wasn't so much aiming for that as following the sound of her voice. He was a quick learner by any definition and listening to those wonderful noises she was making lead him to adjust his technique. She got louder, he kept his hips in that position a little bit longer, holding her back against his torso while he teased her nipples so that he could find the spot that'd make her cry out in pleasure. He'd told himself that it was okay if she was faking it, that he knew she'd act like she was enjoying herself one way or the other but that wasn't the case anymore. Alex was craving some reassurance that he was as good as he thought he was, that the lull in his sex life hadn't been for a lack of capability. Alex wanted to see Francesca's spurting her load and he wanted to be the one to make her do it.
Thread: Le cortège de la découverte [Yenpointfive & Somikat]

Alex's attention to Francesca's every reaction was not in vain, and the escort was soon squirming upon his member, bucking her hips against his thrusts as he buried himself in her time and again. It hadn't taken too long for her to loosen upfor the discomfort to fade to more pleasurable sensationsand his cock found her prostate with enough regularity to have her gasping, and groaning ardently as he fucked her. Her own cock was rock hard in his grasp, and it slid smoothly in his hand as she rode him. Mmmph... oh fuck, Alex... She groaned again, grinding her buttocks down onto his lap, feeling his thrusts reach deep within her, curling her toes against his knees. Her anus gripped and grasped his shaft as it slid into her again and again, her warm walls tight around his head. In the mirror he could see her head lolled back against his shoulder, her lower lip alternately curling between her teeth and parting from the top one in shuddering gasps, which often came delayed, her mouth gaping silently before her moans quivered up her throat and sounded, joining the choir of carnal calls in the air, and mingling with the sound of two hot, lusty bodies writhing and slapping together. Her cock twitched in his hand, her pleasures as strained as her breathing.
Thread: What is broken can be fixed. (Luana Blodwyn x Irlandais)

The canvas of the pavilion was playing havoc with the papers, with every errant breeze into the tent would cause cascade of parchments to become airborne and Rurik would have to send one of the clerks he had been assigned chasing after them. It had almost become a game to him, helping to break the monotony of sitting around and waiting for his days work to actually start. By the eighth time however the amusement had worn off and he decided to put an end to their stupidity. Standing he crossed the rugs that had been strewn to form a makeshift floor and squared up to the taller of the two clerks. The man was probably of average height but the crown of his head only came up to Ruriks chin. That fact wasnt wasted in the pale skinned cretin, evidenced by the way he shook slightly and tried to swallow past the lump in his throat. That was nothing compared to the half squeal of terror as the taller man snatched the knife from his underlings belt, holding the blade towards his gut for half a second before flipping the hilt towards the man and holding it up for him to take. As the man reached out with a trembling hand Rurik pulled it back an inch, as if telling him to wait. Very slowly as if talking to someone singularly unintelligent Rurik pointed to the knife. Paperweight. The man took the knife back and tottered off towards the stack of papers. Rurik forced himself to calm a little, he blamed the war. It had everyones blood running hotter than usual, and sitting behind a desk as part of the quill cavalry as it was informally known gave him no way to vent frustration. Only a few miles behind the front lines he was stationed, yet the most he saw of battle was the occasional wounded soldier when the men returned to camps in the evening. Darkness was just starting to fall when the familiar beat of horse hooves thudding against the churned up soil breached the tent walls, it was about time that the commander returned, no doubt with another list of spoils for Rurik to write up and send back to the capital for tax purposes. With a snap of his fingers to get their attention he dismissed the clerks, letting them know that they were done for the day with a wave of his hand towards the door flap of the pavilion. As they left Rurik stood again to check his appearance in one of the looted mirrors along the tent wall, not wanting to appear dishevelled in front of his superiors. He neednt have bothered, as usual his jet black hair hung in effortlessly straight curtains down to the bottom of his neck, framing the features of his face. A perfunctory check to his uniform, a blue overcoat with the royal lion emblazoned on the right breast, told him everything was in order. Making his way to back behind the desk Rurik sat upright, waiting for the new arrivals to camp to make their way in.
Thread: What is broken can be fixed. (Luana Blodwyn x Irlandais)

The Captain huffed at the scribe. What did this little upstart with his quills and ink think he was talking about? It was sword and blood that made countries, made men. Not these petty scribes, the quill cavalry. He said nothing as the tall scribe left the tent. What could he say? He might rank over the scribe but they were, in many ways, worlds apart. He didn't need to waste the words on such a man. The line of new slaves was a piteous things. Children sobbed in the arms of women who were not their mothers. Old women coughed and muttered, knowing their days were numbered. It would be the children and young women who would have a future...not much of a future. They eyed their captors furtively, it was painfully obvious they were frightened. When Rurik walked down their chained line they barely looked at him when he questioned their age. He meant nothing to them just as they knew they meant nothing to him. The children were terrified but they didn't look at the man with the same hatred as those who were older. There was a blind trust to them. Grown-ups were supposed to take care of them right? Enid had halted her curses and slurs as the large man walked down the line of her people, her chained people. She watched him like a mountain lion watches a fawn walking amongst the brush. Her eyes were narrowed and her body coiled as if ready to pounce. He was getting closer, asking each person the same question. His eyes distant, his tone impassive. At the very end he got to where she was linked with a young woman just a couple years he junior. There was something different in how he looked at her, almost as if he was trying not to laugh. Yes her position must be hilarious. Well she had killed one of his own. See if he was laughing if her wrists and ankles weren't linked with the girl beside her. He spoke, the same impassive tone and the distant look again. Enid spat at his toes. Two and twenty, she snarled out. If he were closer, if she wasn't tied to the other young woman, she might have slammed her head into his parchment, spilled his ink and scattered his quills. I hope you sleep well tonight, sir, the sir was snarled out as thought she had fangs. Perhaps in a year I will see you again, you can pay the brothel master for a night in my bed. Now away with you, I tire of your presence. Unlike the others her head was held high, despite the palpable rage she exuded.
Thread: What is broken can be fixed. (Luana Blodwyn x Irlandais)

Idly the chain that marked his office slipped between the fingers of Ruriks left hand as the estate guard read his invitation. It was simple silver set of interlocked rings, but on every other hung a coin which had been pierced and threaded onto the necklace. Truly it was a gaudy piece of jewellery and the man hated wearing it, but the power that came with his new title Master of coin was worth a little humility to be suffered. The climb to the post had been much faster than any of his predecessors, mostly doddering old misers who would rather see a thousand men executed than spend a single golden mark. The king himself was to thank for that, after a certain few letters reached him warning of the sedition planned by one former Commander Ballard and his loyal Captain hed been most grateful. With an exasperated sigh Rurik looked at the guard, what was taking so long? He was already late and Karstark had been wanting to meet with him in person. With a groan that he couldnt supress Rurik noticed that as the man read his lips were moving and sounding out the words phonetically. With a snap of his fingers he caught the guards attention and tugged his chain into view There is one of these in the entire kingdom, what with it being treason to make a forgery. It belongs to the master of coin as Im sure you are well aware. I am him, now stand aside my good man and allow me to get inside before Lord Karstark decides to get off his arse and come out here looking for me himself. That seemed to do the trick, as within two minutes he was inside and shrugging of his thick black cloak, to be handed off to some servant and carried away. It left him standing there in a black sleeveless overcoat with a white shirt beneath. Black flaring leggings underneath went down his legs to tuck into the top of a pair of mid-thigh high leather boots. Supposedly it was the height of fashion, especially with all of the gilded scrollwork down the seams, but all it served to do was make Rurik long for his old scribes uniform. Once he entered the main ballroom the cacophony of mingled music, drunken singing and bawdy conversation hit him like a wall, the need for a drink becoming apparent if tonight was going to be anything better than horrific. A quick glance around and he spotted a serving girl standing at the side of the room, her red hair covering her features due to the way head hung low. These southern lords have odd ideas of servant etiquette, do they not want them looking at guests now even? he mused quietly while walking towards her. Taking a wine cup from the table beside her he held it up, a polite smile on his lips. Excuse me milady, might I trouble your to pour me a glass if you would be so kind?
Thread: What is broken can be fixed. (Luana Blodwyn x Irlandais)

She heard the approaching boots before ever she saw them near her own bare feet. There was no reason to look, just another man. In public like this it was safe, but never safe enough. The girl turned just a little but only raised her head the tiniest amount. The could see the cup, that was sufficient to pour. Aye, m'lord, was she sole response as she raised the gilded pitcher and carefully poured his wine. It had a sweet bouquet that rose from the light blush red. Never a drop spilled she turned away from him once it was poured, face still enshrouded by the curtail of painstakingly curled fire. It was then that Lord Karstark himself appeared. His rotund gut led the way. Stretched over him was cloth that very well could be made from the leave of an autumn birch. Brilliant coppery gold with a hint of rose. His leggings were white and all manner of jewels sparkled on his fingers and at his throat, though hidden by no less than three chins. His face was flushed but he still seemed keen enough, perhaps it was the walk alone that had flushed him so. My good Rurik! He boomed in his jovial way. Ahhh master of coin I should say, he guffawed loudly. Strange a man so jovial had such whispers about him of the most insidious of things. Shown true to those with a keen eye as the nearby red head began to tremble fiercely. Thought you would never come! Too busy counting the King's coppers eh? Well glad you did, so very glad. I see you have already found wine, good vintage it is, fifty years in a barrel. A bit sweet for me but the lords and ladies seem to prefer the sweeter bits of life. And speaking of sweeter would you look at this one. He reached forward and grasped the girl's chin with his pudgy fingers. She made not a sound but the trembling only increased. Yes...always prefer red heads...so much fire. Never had a wild cat like this before, gave me some good scars she did. Wouldn't know it you look at her now. Look up girl, let the master of coin see that pretty face. She did as bid, with help from Karstark. Her wide green eyes looked up to the man but didn't seem to see him. What little color was in her to begin with fled. Not much fire left now...more like a kitten...what was your name girl? He questioned. The girl swallowed hard, trying to look away but was locked into position by those large, greasy paws. Enid m'lord... She said quietly, then he release her face which went right back to the floor. Yes...shame really...I do miss that old fire. Not fit for serving mind, just as soon as bite off a guest's fingers than pour wine. Probably sell her soon, too obedient, if you can believe that! He laughed loudly. Every man wants a bit of fire in his bed, eh Rurik? He guffawed and put a hand on the taller man's shoulder. Come I would speak with you of odious matters before you have too much fun. After the party you are, of course, welcome to stay and select any of my girls for a bed warmer. He clapped his hand on Rurik's shoulder again and led him away to a chamber for privacy before allowing the master of coin to enjoy himself.
Thread: What is broken can be fixed. (Luana Blodwyn x Irlandais)

Karstark was still seated in his specially designed chair. Too fat for normal chairs, can you believe it? He had said and simply laughed about it. He was enjoying another glass of wine as Rurik was departing, a smug grin on his face. When Rurik turned around again to speak with him the man looked up, all joviality. At Rurik's request and boast of the challenge the man guffawed loudly, slapping his belly. If you insist! If you like her enough you can have her. He laughed again and stood to depart. Before he attended his other guests he found one of his girls and told her to bring him Enid. It wasn't long before the red head was led to Karstark. Before his guests he would not do much but he leaned down to whisper fierce tones. You had best find some fire tonight for my friend, if you displease him I don't even think I would bother selling you. The river out back would make a fine grave...extinguish the last of any fire you have. Now go, prepare the chamber and warm his bed tonight. For God's sake at least move when he fucks you. Enid nodded meekly before dashing off. She set about the room lighting candles and getting a fire going in the hearth. It was not a massive room, but it wasn't small either, comfortable enough for most. She had brought in a large black chest, light enough she could carry it. Not bothering to open it she set it on the table. If this man was a frequent guest of Karstark he would know what was in the box. Enid shuddered at the thought and turned to finish. Cheese, fruit and soft bread was set out along with a pitcher of wine and two cups. All was set so she settled herself on the bed to simply wait. No emotion, just simply there, staring at the floor as if expecting it to jump up and bite her.
Thread: What is broken can be fixed. (Luana Blodwyn x Irlandais)

It was taking a strangely long time. Enid wondered, for a brief moment, why the man had not shown up yet. In her year there she had never known someone to take longer than a few minutes. Time was ticking away and she had to rise to put another two logs onto the hearth so it would not go out. Returning to the bed she continued her stare at the floor. When the door opened she felt her insides squeeze and turn cold. For a moment he seemed lost as he stood in the doorway, perhaps drunk. Finally the door shut but he remained on the car side of the room. This was strange, normally these men went straight to the bed. When he questioned her she did not break her stare down with the floor. You were a guest at Master Karstark's ball m'lord, she said simply enough. Her gaze did not avert to anywhere but that single spot on the floor. If she would recognize the tall man it wouldn't be staring at the floor. It was a strange question he asked her. Perhaps one of the strangest if truth be told. Most asked what her skills were. Why does m'lord linger on the margins? He has asked for me and I am here. Her tone could rival his own for impassive, impassioned, back then of course, when he took tally of her people. She didn't care, not any more. What was the point of caring? All it earned was scars.
Thread: What is broken can be fixed. (Luana Blodwyn x Irlandais)

Rurik didnt sigh or let any disappointment show, to tell the truth he didnt know why he even felt any. They had met only once before and briefly at that, for a decidedly unpleasant exchange after which hed never expected to see her alive again. Maybe hed romanticized her in his head Enid the strong willed and indomitable survivor, the woman who had inspired him that day to stop letting his superiors get away with murder. Hed wondered often enough where she had ended up, escaped? Hung and made a martyr for slaves everywhere? Earned or Bought her freedom? Reality was far harsher, and a childish part of Rurik wished that hed never had the misfortune to ask that particular serving girl to fill his cup. It almost made him a little angry that she had allowed herself to become so pathetic, just staring at the floor and apathetically inviting him to climb atop her as if he were a pig in rut. Well if she was only good for following orders now then he may as well give one. Look at me.