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Thread: Broken into a Slave (BlackWingAngel/mature)

Slowly, Berek pushed the door open and stepped inside. He made the choice to leave his armor and weapons behind, leaving him with nothing but his darkened clothing. Also, he knew she would see his features for the first time, so he began to wonder what his short brown hair, hazel eyes, tall and strong build, tanned skin and handsome smile would do to her, but that was irrelevant. Closing the door, Berek gave the girl a little wave. Hello there... my name is Berek. I... I found you in the woods, all... yeah... He wandered over to a nearby set of chairs and placed one near the bed. Looking at the girl, he gestured to the bed. Please, lie down. Whoever did this to you roughed you up badly. The healer will fix most of it, but... there's something you should know. Berek sat down then produced an empty vial from his pocket. If you were ever forced to drink anything, then this may have been... included. I don't know what it contained. But I found it nearby while I was on my way through the wood. Looking at the clothes he had given the girl, he grimaced. Sorry. They're a bit tight, aren't they?
Thread: Broken into a Slave (BlackWingAngel/mature)

Kurin was a little uneasy as he came into the room but she tried her best to calm herself. She looked him over and he looked nothing like the men that had taken her. They were all very burley and big boned. In truth their sizes each were about two of her in each one. Just the thought of being touched by such men were disgusting to her. Only he seemed to be the type women would fantasy about. Kurin she said to him as she just wasn't that sure what to think. Laying back down she felt the pain move through her body. They did she said as her eyes went wide. She had barely been able to think when they had shoved the drinks down her body but most of what happened after that is a blur for her. its . . . okay she said as she closed her eyes trying to just calm herself as her heart was pound and her body was heating up on its own.
Thread: Broken into a Slave (BlackWingAngel/mature)

Kurin, are... are you okay? Berek observed the girl. He could see a flush in her cheeks, a rapid increase in breathing. It was as if something was arousing her internally. Fearing magic, Berek, took Kurin's hand. Okay, listen to me... they may have given you an aphrodisiac potion, possibly magical. Based on your condition from before, it may have had some spermicide in it, hence the amount of cum. So that's the good news... Gently, he placed a hand on her brow, feeling the heat on her face. The bad news? It could have been an overdose, which means the effects will take you at random. Do you understand?
Thread: Broken into a Slave (BlackWingAngel/mature)

As she felt him take her hand she gave a whimper as she tried her best to listen to what he had to say only she felt his hand on her forehead she gave a moan. So hot she whimpered out to him as she closed her eyes her body heating more as the moment went onto bring his hand closer to her. Make it go away she whimpered out her mind already leaving her as her eyes started to glaze over. She just couldn't stop this feeling so was so hot her pussy already wet and wanting as she whimpered almost sounding like she was in pain.
Thread: Broken into a Slave (BlackWingAngel/mature)

Berek was confused. I... I don't know if I should... He whispered. But something within him kept his hand travelling to where Kurin wanted it to go. It was as if his own sexual need was trying to claim this girl, trying to cure the ache in her tiny, pink, fuckable pussy- A knock on the door slipped Berek from the trance, shaking his head. That must be the healer, hold on... He asked her, stroking her hand affectionately. Quickly, he rushed from the bedroom, ran down the stairs and opened his front door. On the other side was, in fact, the healer he asked for. Dazen... thanks for coming. He sighed in relief. Kurin is going through something weird, her body is becoming more and more aroused as we speak. He retold his story to the healer, slowly leading him up the stairs back towards Kurin's room. Then he heard Kurin's savage moans...
Thread: Broken into a Slave (BlackWingAngel/mature)

As they came closer to the room her hands would be found on her clit and her fingers deep in her pussy and ass as she moaned out her body sweating as she couldn't stop the needs from coming up. Make it . . . .make it stop she moaned out as she kept going faster her body was still wanting it so badly she couldn't believe the way it was she just wanted this to stop yet her mind leaving her she cried out for more. She couldn't make it stop this new need and urge it was just taking her whole body and mind over as she started to tear up from this feeling.
Thread: Broken into a Slave (BlackWingAngel/mature)

Berek kept the healer back and decided to not enter the room finding Kurin all used and drenched in cum was one thing, but walking in on her like this would ruin her. Looking at Dazen, he frowned, a glint of determination in his eyes. Please, tell me what I must do! he demanded. The healer, listening to Kurin's pleas and the sounds of her own self pleasure, opened one of the many ancient tomes he had with him. After what seemed like forever, the old man finally found the page he was looking for, showing it to Berek. Reading the text, Berek's face went from determination to fear. No... I... I can't do that! There has to be another way! There has to be... But the look in the mute healer's eyes couldn't deny it. There was no other way. Sighing in defeat, Berek nodded. Alright... make it quickly. But you better not mix it up. I don't want to have horse ears or something. Finally, Berek re-entered the room, surprised at the sight of Kurin as she attacked her holes with her fingers. Kurin, th-the healer has something... but... in order to cure you, I... fuck... Slowly, he approached the bed, gazed into Kurin's eyes and showed the honesty and sadness in them. Kurin, I have to enslave you to my will. You have to serve me and pleasure me whenever I ask... I-I'm not trying this just to use you, it's the only way we can cure you of this constant arousal... He bit his lip. I'm sorry...
Thread: Broken into a Slave (BlackWingAngel/mature)

As the door open she turned towards him her fingers still moving in and out of her holes as she gave a whimper out. Please please make it stop she said to him as she heard what he said her eyes went wide. Please please just make it stop she whimpered out to him again tears streaming down her face as she truly just didn't know what she should do. Her eyes blurring as she felt her end coming yet it seemed it wouldn't let her cum no matter what she did she couldn't cum without cock in her. Please please but it in me she cried out her hand coming out of her pussy as it moved to his pants as she started to undo his pants to try and get to his cock.
Thread: Broken into a Slave (BlackWingAngel/mature)

Berek stood perplexed, even as Kurin's juice-drenched hand slowly undid his pants, leaving stains on the fabric, before they fell down to his ankles and his large erect cock sprang up, all eight inches slapping in need against her hand. Even though he was trying to safeguard her honor, Berek was still a man seeing a woman playing with herself like Kurin did was intoxicating. K-Kurin... he whispered, unsure what to do. Feeling the presence of the healer next to him, Berek turned his head and accepted a vial containing a green potion. Making sure it was safe by looking hard into the healer's eyes, he drank half of the potion then applied the rim of the vial to Kurin's lips. Drink th-this... then you can have me...
Thread: Broken into a Slave (BlackWingAngel/mature)

The feeling of his harden cock under her finger tips had her getting hotter by the minute only as she felt it finally spring free of his pants she never felt better as her hand started to move down it getting a better feel only as she suddenly felt the vial against her lips she drank it down not thinking for a second before looking up to him as she moved off to the side of the bed on all fours her mouth going right to his cock sucking it deep into her mouth as she couldn't stop herself. So good she mumbled his cock still stiff in her mouth as she took even more of it til she could feel it at the back of her throat as she still wanted more of him.
Thread: Broken into a Slave (BlackWingAngel/mature)

Feeling Kurin's hot, desperate mouth envelop him, Berek released a deep groan of lust. It had been a while since a woman claimed his cock and, despite the situation, he was glad he could finally get some... wait, was that the potion talking? He couldn't tell. But then again, he didn't care Berek needed to dominate Kurin for the arousal potion to be cured. Placing his hands upon her blonde hair, he began to slowly thrust his hips back and forth, fucking her mouth with his eight inch manhood. Oh-oooooh fuck... Kurin... he moaned, shivering. Then he got rougher, gripping her hair and thrusting faster as he got more adventurous. Ugggh.... yeah, you like that dick, baby? Nnnngh! Haaah, haaah, haaah... c'mon, suck it proper!
Thread: Broken into a Slave (BlackWingAngel/mature)

Kurin suddenly felt her body heating up differently as he got rougher with her she wanted more and more loving this feeling as she moaned out sucking more and more of his cock as she wanted him. Feeling him start to actually thrust into her mouth she would moan her mouth opening more as to take in more as her tongue also seemed to move around his cock as she loved the way it tasted to her. Truly she wanted him to take her nothing to mattered more to her. Oh she moaned out as it would vibrate through his cock as she took him all the way down.
Thread: Spoils of War (DareToDream and Nightingale)

Your mother was a very generous and kins woman.. beautiful and passionate.. no doubt you will make her proud. You're just like her. Illayna made a face. Grump and emotional She teased. Richard let out a disgruntled little noise and tossed a small abandoned seed at her. Yes.. just like her. Illayna laughed, sitting up some, started to hear the distant whinnie and hoof stomp of horses. She looked up, and noticed then the man she'd just been asking about. She could not help but stare.. her gaze drawn upon him. Richard shifted, noticing her sudden silence and drifting gaze. He turned to look, and with the grace and ease of a young lad he brought himself to his feet and took a defensive stance. Illayna had been a step behind in reacting. Moving quickly to her feet she placed a gentle hand upon Richards forearm, and spoke softly against his ear. Calm thyself Sir Richard.. we are at peace here within the capital city. No battle, no blood is worth dishonoring the God and Goddess. The man growled deep in his throat, and relaxed. You've too kind a heart, Princess.. these men would only see to do you harm. His voice gruff, riddled with anger. You do not know that Richard. These men do not know me.. they know only my father and his ways.. and the men that carry out his task. I am none of these things. Remember that. Richard looked away, and minded himself. Illayna smiled and made to approach the gentlemen a small ways away. Her attention first drawn to the horse. The gentle breeze placed ripples in the skirt of her dress, the pale blue material embroided with silver and ivory threads. The colors of Greymere. She let nimble fingers gentle slide along the gorgeous face of the beast. It's head lulled and nuzzled into her palm, nostrils flared as it breath in her scent. Sorry to have startled you gentlemen, I did not know others would be coming to this area. However, Let me welcome you to Aurelian, I am Illayna and that.. -She gestured to the elder male, stiff in his appreance and uncomfortable to say the least in the presence of his enemy.- Is Sir Richard. Illayna spoke softly, and as if she'd no worries nor fear of them. Though her words carried to Marcus, her attentions remained focused on the once grazing creature. Her hand trailing down along the graceful arch of it's neck as it huffed and lipped at the long, honey strands of her hair. Such a beautiful creature.. She spoke softly, her words almost melodic as if she were entranced by the beast. Is it yours? She asked, this time turning her attention to the man she knew to be the High Knight. Her eyes meeting his, holding his gaze perhaps for a moment too long before she felt a blush creep upon her cheeks and she looked away. She felt like a young girl again, crushing on the young pages she would meet in the corridors, or the tudors. She smiled softly, and gently kissed the forehead of the horse. Completely comfortable with the creature. Though perhaps her heavy focus was to keep her from staring at the man. She was drawn to him, in a way she was not familiar with.. but she was loving it.
Thread: Spoils of War (DareToDream and Nightingale)

Illayna stood centre of attention as her father rampaged. Apparently word had gotten around that she'd been seen speaking with the High Knight of Narvashal. She flinched as her father yelled, his deep voice bellowing through the tent. He was angry, as he had every right to be on any other day.. but not today.. not in this time of festival. Illayna became frustrated, and for the first time as Richard could count, she expressed a sentiment of anger. Father! She snapped, the strain in her voice. We are here on truce.. in a time of peace to enjoy the festival in honor of the God and Goddess, in this time of peace they are not Narvashal, they are simply men.. and we are not Greymere, we too are simply men. She pleaded. Trying to reason with him. Her father narrowed his eyes on her. You are NOT to be wandering anywhere near these men, Illayna! They are dangerous and would seek to do you harm! But father! Richard was there, Richard is -always- there. He is to protect me, is he not? Ulric sounded like a bear when he moved, a growl rumbling deep in his chest. Richard may be strong, but even he can not fend them off if they come in numbers Illayna! After a moment of her silence he spoke one last time. Illayna I forbid you from talking to that man, regardless if he seemed kind. Illayna stood shocked for a moment but she did not refuse his order, she did not deny him his right as her father or as her king. Yes sir. She responded quietly, before dismissing herself from his presence. Ulric stood in the tent, Richard quietly stationed at the entrance, stepping aside to let the girl pass. The air was thick with tension, and a sudden air of sadness. Ulric knew Illayna had a strong spirit.. the girl was strongly willed, determined, but she could be careless at times, especially in these very bad times. Looking to Richard, as if the man would have some form of advice, Ulric felt helpless for all Richard could do was bow his head in response to the helpless King. Illayna entered her tent quietly, the two guards stationed out front closing the gap between them as she entered. Keeping any others from following. She was to prepare herself for the ride to the Castle, for the feast held by the High King. She sat for a moment. In recollection of todays events. That man could have drawn his sword and slain her then.. but he hadn't.. and she wanted to know why. Part of her dearly hoped he'd be at this feast.. and she could pull him aside to speak with him. A young woman entered the tent, startling Illayna. Forgive me m'lady. Your father sent me to help you. Illayna nodded softly and ran her fingers through her long honey curls. Good.. you might be able to help me look presentable enough.. She smiled sweetly, and spent the remainder of her time preparing for the evenings festivities. When the guard arrived to retrieve her, she was escorted to her father and from there, they traveled to the estate of the High King.
Thread: Spoils of War (DareToDream and Nightingale)

In the midst of his conversation, King Ulric turned to see if he could see Illayna anywhere. With a small frown he could not glance a vision of his daughter, as he turned to subject his company to a question, a man stopped him. She's fine m'lord. I saw her in conversation with a young gentlemen on the terrace. Ulric smiled unsteadily and simply nodded. The gentlemen who had reassured him was someone new to his social querry, and was not likely trusting, however, Ulric was certain Illayna was safe. So long as that Narvashal man stayed far out of her sights. The ball room was full of lively people, surely she'd found someone more trust worthy, and not capable of running off with her life in the palm of his hands. Nervously, Ulric drank from his glass and proceeded to laugh and heartilly enjoy his conversations. -- Illayna had been quietly admiring the night, unawares of the foot steps approaching from behind her. Not until he brushed against her back, and presented her with the most beautiful bundle of tulips she'd ever seen. Her eyes lit up, and she knew her smile could stretch no further. Gently taking the bundle into her hands she brought them to her nose and took a small sniff. The royal gardner is going to have your head for this. She teased playfully. The flowers reminding her of the glowing iris tied into her hair and she subconsciously reached to assure it was still there. Turning in the process to face him. He was so kind, for a knight of Narvashal.. a High knight for that matter.. she had expected a man of more brutality, and less kindess towards her. Canting her head in the direction of the path she turned, lightly taking his hand and tugging him along. Come, lets walk. She insisted. That was what they'd come here for, was it not? Besides, it kept her from wanting to lean up and kiss him. Oh the things that tempted her mind when she was near him. Things that were more than words of peace. She could not fathom such things. Though she knew she could trust him, she could not trust herself. The goal here, was to perhaps spark a chance for peace in the future, not to throw herself at the feet of a man her father would quickly behead her for even touching. She sighed contentedly and basked in the cool night air. So forgive me, Sir Marcus, for tempting you take such great risks to speak with me.. I know your King would not be happy if he knew you were here with me.. She laughed softly. I'm certain the title Traitor can not be as tempting to you as it is for me. Illayna could embrace the title. If she would be condemned a traitor for following her heart than so be it. She had no qualms with that. However, she could not fathom letting a man such as Marcus fall for someone like her.. she was going to get him in trouble at this rate. Perhaps, it would be a good idea for you to go back in there.. She stopped in her motions and turned to face him completely, her look concerned.. heartbroken. I would feel terrible if something were to come of this Marcus.. you're risking a lot, for a man such as your king ... does not have sympathy for notions like this.. I would not bare it if he hurt you..
Thread: Spoils of War (DareToDream and Nightingale)

Illayna had been so caught off guard as he pulled her close, but even more so as he feigned away from her lips and placed that kiss upon her crown. She felt flustered, confused as he pulled away and made part. Quickly disappearing. So much for.. all night.. She whispered quietly. Dropping to sit where she had stood amongst the blossoming flowers. The bundle of flowers resting in her lap. She sighed deeply and looked down at the beautiful blues.. her fingertips brushing over the silk like petals. She played back the moment in her mind. Trying to figure out why he had changed his mind so suddenly. That's when it hit her.. the downward glace of his eyes. She reached to her neck and unclasped the chain there, bringing it to rest within both of her hands, the pendant glistening brightly back at her. The symbol etched within it.. burning bright. Reminding her again of why none of this was actually possible. She sighed deeply, her heart dropped and she sat there. Resting her chin upon her palm while her free hand fingered the smooth emblem. She didn't want to go back to that party.. not yet. No one there remotely caught her interest and after this.. how could she pretend she supported her father.. and supported his decision to give her to the temple of the Goddess.. she felt now, like it was no longer her will to go. She wanted to hold on to that fluttering feeling she'd had moments before ,that had been whisked away with his leave. Marcus had proved his honor to his king was none existent.. but his honor to the goddess was far stronger. I don't know if I'll be able to see him again.. The spoken truth hurt more than anything. She closed her eyes tightly and basked in the cool air. Forgive me Marcus.. She whispered softly. She brought herself back up to a stand and made her way back the way she'd came. Stopping once to place the bouquet of flowers with one of her fathers guardsmen, who took them to the carriage for her. As she entered back into the brilliantly lit ball room, she made way for her father, who welcomed her drunkenly with open arms, a red face, and a bellowing laugh. She smiled sweetly, and gently patted her fathers cheek. Come father.. it is late, and we much be leaving. He frowned and then nodded sighing. Always so motherly. Come Illayna lets go. They departed quietly, with Illaynas heart feeling crushed because of her sworn loyalty to the goddess. She helped her father out to the carriage and let him in first. I'll be right back.. She whispered softly, and made her way back into the ball room. She was going to announce their leave to the High King, when she was suddenly cut off. Her eyes lifting from the shoes she could see before her, only to be greeted with the face of King Aquitaine. She froze, her breath caught in her lungs. M'Lord.. she whispered softly, trying to keep a respectful, fearless tone in her voice. Excuse me.. She smiled slightly, attempting to make a path around him.
Thread: Lover and a Fighter [Temara]

HEAVEN OR HELL 2011 Just off the shores of Latent, coastal city, lies Elia Noah's Ark, a massive structure well near the size of another city entirely, containing on it both places manufactured solely for means of doing battle, and the most excessive luxury and wealth one can imagine, from halls of fame glorifying former combatants to restaurants, gyms, spas, all created to cater explicitly only to Noah's most prized guests. Stretching up above almost all else lies the Tower of Heaven- a spire building containing rooms and services to shame most 4 and 5 star hotels, offered freely to Noah's invited combatants, as well as sprawling team suites- and for a few mysterious names and competitors of the past, personal rooms rising with rank and growing more and more luxurious as they ascend. Only the floors Noah and his Judges alone can enter lie beyond the floor honoring the champions of the past. This thread is to portray private scenes between of Rayner and Celeste Veli the rounds of the modern and refined blood-sport tournament.