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Thread: Forest of the Sapphisari [FxF] (Raina_Reader X Javorcek)

Naria whimpered but shifted slightly to allow for Lexa to remove her leathers, her refusal to pull her arms away from her neck, or pull away even for a moment likely made it difficult. Her rough tongue dragged once more against the side of her neck, while a dainty hand slid along her hard, newly exposed stomach, and along her chest, before pressing her lithe body up against lexa's nude form. Lexa's broader and thicker muscles were quite the contrast to Akara's leaner muscled form, which only served as a further reminder that the woman she was sharing her bed with was not her lover. As lexa nipped and nibbled upon her ear gently, she purred low, melting against her body, both hands caressing along her exposed flesh, along her back. For the moment they were inseperable, most likely taking the might of the entire tribe to pry the small grieving woman off of the warrior, but her sobbing had finally slowed to a stop and her tears were dry, replaced by slower, steadied breaths. Continuing her nipping and licking of Lexa's neck and jawline, her ear twitching and flicking to her gentle nips, but making an effort not to pull away silently wishing for her to continue. While she was grateful for Lexa's presence and her honorable pledge to remain at her side for the time being, deep down she worried if she'd ever be able to give her up after this. Naria was a quiet, reserved woman, who was much happier cuddling with her mate by the fire than being in groups or taking part in larger festivities. For Akara and her it was nearly love at first sight and she couldn't imagine finding that kind of connection with another ever again. As she lay there nestled comfortably in her strong arms, she wrestled with the idea of speaking. On one hand she craved the feeling of being held and consoled in silence, their naked bodies pressed near seamlessly together by the warm fire, and that would be enough to get her through the night, and the following nights if Lexa kept her word. On the other hand she feared that eventually the honorable warrior would move on once she believed she had done all she could to comfort the grieving widow of her mentor, and so she was desperate to make a connection. There was so little she knew of this woman, her preferences, desires and her past. Naria knew better than to ask her about her past, at least for now. Some took the taboo far more seriously than others, even she, outside of Akara refused to speak of her own or anyone elses human life. A lover seemed to be the exception atleast in her mind, but she knew not where Lexa stood on that philosphy. Do you find me desirable? She whispered quietly as she nuzzled the side of her neck, deciding to speak after all, beginning with the most basic questions into her desires. There was no sense in even entertaining the possibility courting Lexa if her actions were entirely centered on honor and not attraction.
Thread: Forest of the Sapphisari [FxF] (Raina_Reader X Javorcek)

As Naria's sobs dwindled down to soft whimpers and finally to steady breathing, the guard let out a deep breath she hadn't realized she had been holding. With the grieving widow finally settled, the warrior could now let herself calm down as well. Lexa wasn't the best person when it came to consoling...in fact the less she had to do with any sort of feelings at all, the better. Underneath the calm guise of her duty and honor was a storm of emotions Lexa was nervous because she had never pledged her services to a single person before, she was afraid because she didn't want to insult Akara's memory by improperly comforting her mate, and she was, and she was upset because she too had lost someone close to her and was in the process of grieving as well. There were many things Lexa would need to do...like figure out what to talk to a civilian about but, for now, it was nice to just take the fact that Naria was no longer crying as a small victory and call it a day. The warrior was tired, mentally and physically, so stopped nibbling and nuzzling at Naria's ear and temple, now resting her head down on the furs. Her chin rested atop the other female's head as they snuggled and she shut her dark eyes, adjusting herself just the tiniest bit in order to get properly comfortable. She did not go so far as to allow herself to doze off, not just yet. Her ears were focused on her quiet companion, listening to the other female's breathing and waiting for it to change and signal that she had fallen asleep...but such a change never game, after a few moments of comfortable silence, Naria spoke up to ask her a question. Of course you are desirable. You are very beautiful, many in the tribe have said as much. Lexa was quiet for a moment as she pondered the silliness of Naria's question. The caretaker was desired by many people, that was a fact, so why would she ask such a thing? Perhaps it is because she is so different from the women who usually warm your furs. It was no secret that Lexa had a preference, while she wouldn't deny any of her sapphisari sisters who showed interest in her, she wouldn't make the personal effort to go out of her way to share a bed with anyone other than the warriors and hunters of the tribe. I admit you are...different...than what I am used to. I usually share my bed with other warriors...and while I suppose while a few of the scouts are small in stature as you are, your body is just... soft... different... Not a bad sort of different... I just...I guess the easiest way to put it is that I am afraid I am going to break you. Lexa frowned as she plodded on, trying to put such a complex mixture of feelings into words that would not offend Naria. For example...right now, I worry that my arm is too heavy to drape over you, I bear some of its weight so that I am certain you are comfortable. I would not do that with another warrior.
Thread: Forest of the Sapphisari [FxF] (Raina_Reader X Javorcek)

Naria had known of Lexa's preferences for the warriors and hunters, knowing she did not fall into this type she had been concerned that she may have no physical attraction to her. She appreciated the womans sincerity and found her fear of injuring her to be quite cute, which for a moment eased her grief. She buried her face against her neck affectionately, squeezing her tighter in their embrace. I'm not so frail that I would break, there is no need to show such restraint. The truth was she enjoyed being held by strong arms, and the feel of the hard body against her. It made her feel safe. Infact their vast size difference intrigued her to a certain extent. She hadn't put too much thought into it thus far as it was difficult not to think of anything but Akara, but out of anyone within the tribe to be consoling her in this terrible time, she was glad it was Lexa. It was late and Lexa seemed tired, they were both suffering from loss, plus she had mentioned three died this night. So who were the other two? She hadn't said but regardless the losses likely hurt. She sighed softly, shifting slightly against Lexa's body, before lifting her head to kiss her upon the cheek. Who were the others? you were close to them too, yes? Her ears flattened as she braced herself for the names. Part of her knew she should just try and sleep and quietly appreciate lexa's company, but she couldn't sleep. Talking seemed to be the only thing that helped distract her.
Thread: Forest of the Sapphisari [FxF] (Raina_Reader X Javorcek)

I do not think you are frail...I just think you are small. Lexa huffed, making a face that was the closest thing to a pout that anyone would ever see the serious soldier do. I guess if she is certain I will not squish her... The guard released the tension she had been holding in her muscular arm, letting the full weight of it rest over the petite caretaker. Slighter women tended to find her weight to be a little overbearing...Lexa's muscles made her heavy, coupled with the fact that her body put out nearly as much heat as a fireplace, her closeness could seem downright stifling. But if Naria took comfort from the extra weight rather than felt suffocated by it, Lexa would be happy to oblige her request for a little less restraint. Persephone and Nahl... Lexa's ears drooped, her entire body seeming to sink as she spoke the names. She did not cry even as sadness enveloped her heart, having been taught that grief was a selfish emotion. Warriors should not dishonor the memories of their brave comrades with tears...at least that was what she had been taught as a human. It was a harsh sentiment, and one that Lexa had not outgrown in her five years of service to the tribe. There had been a few deaths since she had come to the tribe and while everyone else grieved in a manner that was similar to Naria's, Lexa could not bring herself to show such vulnerability. Matriarch Khalla often had me assigned to the same group as them. We worked well together... Lexa was silent for a moment, lost in her own thoughts, before finally piping up again. There were 58 humans against the six of us.... Mercenaries, probably...they had no banners for any kingdom. Persephone, Nahl, and Akara fought so bravely against them... Lexa sighed softly. It is difficult to be alive when your comrades have fallen. I should have died, not Akara. Persephone and Nahl were both lovers, not mates but very close...it is good that their spirits can be together now. But Akara...Akara had responsibilities outside of her duties as a warrior. I do not know why the Gods have spared me and called to her instead.
Thread: Hire Me {Father Figure & AnnaBeth Belle}

He looked at himself in the mirror and he hated what he saw. It was frightening how a person could self-loathe themselves, the myriad tangled mire of emotions that permeated their soul, but he was very sure he took it to a level that they did not. His features were intimidating, brooding, the look of intensity seeming to radiate from him as if he were a contained hurricane...one that happened to despise what they saw. In that mirror shown everything about him that he could never accept, the look of an older man, the look of someone who had never achieved the things he had hoped for in life. Family, love, money...they had all occurred, but it did nothing for him. No, deep down he knew he was a monster, that nobody understood him for what he truly was, and he couldn't accept that fact. It was something that he obsessed over constantly, the sincere knowledge that if a person came to truly know what was happening inside of his mind, what was swimming down in the depths of his soul...then they would never want to speak with him again. He was perhaps insane. It was a dual life that he led, hiding that fact from the other people around him and keeping himself focused and driven on the goals that he had set. That insanity shone with brilliance, a brilliance that shone throughout his life and allowed him to live the relatively comfortable existence he indulged in. Early mistakes had led to beginning to invest in real estate and that had allowed him a level of autonomy that many in their early thirties had been lacking, the ability to just not care about whether or not they were going to have money. There was always someone willing to rent, and he hated to say it but he became somewhat of a slum lord. He was not cruel to his tenants, he covered the repairs, but he understood the areas in which the houses he owned were...he had purposefully chosen them because of it. Buy a house for fifteen thousand, fix it up, rent it out for double the mortgage and pay it off. An endless cycle that had left him flush but like they always had said...money could not buy you love. Maybe it could buy you peace however. He decided to finally put that money to use in a way he had never truly thought he would indulge in. Hiring an escort. He would never have considered it, never in his right mind, and yet he had been informed by a trusted source that this was something different...that the young women who worked for this agency had been vetted, examined, given medical passes and were known for discretion. That was something he had never thought of, a business that had decided to treat it truly like a business...even if it was illegal. He pressed his lips together as he adjusted his tie, thinking about it once more, about his requests and his needs and he sighed slowly. He knew he was insane to want such things, but God he just wanted to fucking...destroy someone. Everything about society told him he was wrong, everyone told him it was sick, and every moment of his life when he looked at a woman part of him was imagining brutally fucking that amazing flesh. Well...perhaps this time he would actually get to do it.
Thread: Hire Me {Father Figure & AnnaBeth Belle}

Evie kept his eye all throughout Mr. Chase's opening lines, as he turned her own opening against her. It was far harder than she thought for while Evie was no stranger to looking into a man's eyes, Mr. Chase's were positively terrifying. One of the things that made Evie a fantastic escort was her ability to fall into the emotions, the feelings that her clients desired to see in her. It was something like being a chameleon, she often thought, only instead of color she matched what her client wanted Evie to feel and how he wanted her to react. It was why she had taken a full course of treatment between clients last time, needing quiet and careful therapy to bring her back to her base mental state. The client's needs from her had been so mentally and psychologically demanding that her body was ready to go again long before Evie's soul was. This man, Mr. Chase, Evie knew immediately that the terror she felt run it's dead hands up her spine was exactly what he wanted. Demanded. Would have at any cost. But not yet. Not...too soon. His was the long game, and while he would have her screaming, it would be when he wanted and at no other time. So though she felt it, and it showed in the way her eyes widened so much that the black of her pupils threatened to spread to the very edge, Evie didn't bolt and flee the predator that sat in front of her. She stayed, accepting what was going to happen, and he knew it. I say, she turned her head as the waiter approached, relieved at the excuse to look away from those terrible orbs for a moment, that I'll have the lapin, Evie pronounced it the French way. The wild mushroom fricasse compliments the rabbit so well that I want to order it every time I'm here. I'm sure I will the next time as well. Evie sat back to let the waiter place the napkin in her lap, to fuss with glasses and such, and for Mr. Chase to order and the waiters withdraw. I'm terrified, she admitted but with such poise and calm that only he could tell the truth. It was evident in the frightened deer flutter of the pulse in Evie's throat, and in the way her left hand trembled. But I'm not afraid and that's not the same thing, is it? Whatever you wish, Mr. Chase, I can take. And I will take it until I can't take any more and then I'll still take it until you're sated and stand there heaving over me. And then you'll leave. No remorse, no guilt or shame, just a deep calm at having slaked your most singular need on me. You may be my last client, she admitted, and the wine in her glass made circular ripples across its surface as her trembling hand set it in motion to her lips. You'll break me, she predicted. I hope you can afford it.
Thread: Hire Me {Father Figure & AnnaBeth Belle}

Control so tightly applied, so rigid, could hold back any amount of desire, of deep need and the attendant emotions through any amount of pressure, of hammering, and be deemed unbreakable. Yet the tension deep inside, the tension that made the mass of it so strong and resolute, could undo the man if just a tiny bit of shearing force was applied to an area far, far away from the main well of emotions. Evie had unerringly found that point, her ability to be an emotional mirror guiding her to his weakness and snapping it. And so, like twisting the tail on a Prince Rupert's drop , Evie shattered Mr. Chase's barrier and a lifetime's worth of held back desires, dark desires, broke him from within just as he intended to break Evie. The outpouring of it slapped into Evie's soul, and she gasped from the intensity of it even though Mr. Chase never raised his voice, never did anything more than briefly contort his hand on the table top. The blood fell out of her face, becoming corpse pale before slamming back in so hard with the next hammering heartbeat that it made her head throb and Evie's skin to take on a feverish glow. The hem of her dress slid off her knees, up her thighs, and her fingertips gathered it in uneven folds that were sure to leave wrinkles. Stocking tops were revealed, clipped to slender ribbon garters, and then Evie's black panties with a sheet front chased with trailing vines that almost hid her naked, hairless smooth sex. It was already wet when she hooked a finger under the edge of the crotch and pulled it aside, showing Mr. Chase her pouty, flushed lip. Oh, excuse me, the waiter said, having walked back up on them to see if they needed anything. He caught the view of Evie's cunt full on, only slightly less well than Mr. Chase could see it, and he stopped. Evie turned to look at him, face equal parts stricken and pleading for his help, that he step in and rescue Evie from the monster that had just bought her. The hand that held her dress up let go, about to reach out for him, and the hem of her dress fell almost enough to hide her body. Please, she whispered.
Thread: Hire Me {Father Figure & AnnaBeth Belle}

Get the fuck out of here. The words were said with a brutality that was uncommon, the smooth voice holding an edge to it that harkened to something a bit more primal than mere animalistic. It was an edge that showed he was capable of doing far more than merely causing a ruckus with the restaurant's staff. It was the underlying promise that if the waiter didn't go fuck himself that this man would more than likely ensure he would suffer. There was no need for bravado in the statement, no need to assert himself for egos sake, it was as if he was stating a universal law to the other man. You play with my property and I will show you what a true man can do. It spoke on the instinctual level and could be seen in the nonverbal stance of her client. The way his hands had come to the table and were resting there, fingers lightly touching the cloth as if they were claws, the intensity of that gaze and the muscles tightening beneath his jawline. There was nothing human in that gaze any longer, she had shown him what was his, but it was far more than that at this point. In doing so she had agreed...it was his. He stood at that point, the cold dignity showing in his frame, the hunched shoulders turning him into a predator that was hunting and he moved forward to break that line of connection between Evie and the waiter. It was a subtle reminder as to who was in charge in that moment and it sure as hell was not this pathetic excuse for a servant. Her client looked even more deadly as he stared down at her, his large frame emphasizing the muscles that still lived beneath his heavy set exterior, the lights giving a menacing halo around his form as he cast a shadow down upon Evie. He could have reached down and manhandled her completely, could have hurt her though it would have drawn more attention than they really needed...the time for hurting would come later. No, he merely looked at her and then he reached out and touched her face. It was a slow touch, a caress across her cheeks and he smiled that small knowing smile and he whispered. You made a mistake and I forgive you. Apologize to them, apologize for the slut that you are and ask me to take you home. I understand that you can't stop yourself..., his voice trailed off as those eyes searched hers. There was something brilliantly alight in them, the terrible knowledge that made him very aware of all the horrid words he was saying and more than that...the impact of them upon her. Perhaps she had offered herself, perhaps she had contracted, perhaps she was getting paid...but nothing was going to prepare her for the mental domination of this man. The long game...he would have scoffed if he had known she had thought such words. This was more than the long game....this was going to last forever.
Thread: Hire Me {Father Figure & AnnaBeth Belle}

I'm sorry, Evie stuttered out, voice heavy with humiliated shame. The waiter was hidden from her eyes by Mr. Chase's body, the same body that had seemed handsomely composed and perfectly at ease with itself moment before and that now stood between Evie and the world like a monster cutting off all escape. Her sex still bare to the room, Evie's words continued to tumble out, driven ahead of her thoughts by Mr. Chase's awful presence. I'm sorry, she repeated, more strident this time. I'm sorry that I'm a slut, a stupid little slut who can't help herself when I'm around Him. The way she pronounced him left no doubt who she meant, there could only be one person that pronoun was meant for. He...He is the only one who can control me. Make me this way, she confessed and Evie felt her pussy contract strongly so intense was the emotion. Please, she whispered, only to Chase this time. Please make me stop and take me home. I need you to make me stop, she said and her finger slid along the folds of her sex, parting the lips to half shroud the digit. Even in the dim light of the restaurant the sheen of her arousal was evident. The waiter fled, leaving Evie and Mr. Chase alone, his body sheltering, or perhaps hiding her, from the other restaurant patrons. Almost, almost she stayed there, played the frightened submissive and just waited, but Mr. Chase needed more than that. He needed push back. Evie stood, dress falling into place but her panties awkwardly bunched to one side underneath. Her finger was shiny and left little glitter trails on the black fabric as she smoothed it down. The faint scent of her body, of her suddenly made slutty cunt, was obvious to both of them. Evie stared at Mr. Chase, then turned and walked away. Not through the dining room, not towards the front doors, but towards a short corridor that led from near the kitchen to the alley outside, intended for deliveries. The panic bar on the door stuck and then broke free as she pushed hard on it and stumbled into the rough, dim alley, brick walls of old buildings on either side and the sour smell of trash in the air.