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Thread: Taking Back What's Ours ( Jan  & Vulgrim )

He looked deep in to Sylvia's beautiful gaze, mesmerized by how she looked. Everything about her seemed perfect, even with his cock stuffed down her throat -- especially with his cock stuffed down her throat. That gorgeous gaze, those ample breasts pressed hot against his thighs, the way her spittle dribbled down her chin and on to her own flesh, giving it a little shine. He kept both hands on either side of her head and pushed Sylvia down, thrusting again, though as she reached down to cup his balls, the man twitched, wincing slightly as she irritated them. Sylvia, her husband said sternly, pulling up on her hair hard to rip his wife free from his cock. He gripped his base with the other hand and... promptly smacked her in the face with his slick shaft, leaving a mark on her cheek and a thin sheet of spittle. Don't, the elf reprimanded, but said no more of it. The two of them had their little spats, occasionally -- their little petty differences, but at the end of the day, they were husband and wife and nothing could separate them... well, almost nothing. His cock head found her lips again, but he didn't push in to her mouth. Therian sighed through his nose, simply letting her kiss him, nuzzle him, please him. I want to save myself for you, the man murmured to her, brushing her hair back again. He didn't seem to want to finish in her mouth. Not yet, anyway, though perhaps Slyvia had other plans. She could be fickle, when she wanted to be. I want to take you, to feel you from the inside, Syl. He sighed. It's been a while...
Thread: Taking Back What's Ours ( Jan  & Vulgrim )

Sylvia had beautiful hair. Straight, flaxen blond, and long enough to reach the middle of her back easily. It also happened that she absolutely loved it when Therian pulled on her hair, even when he was rough. Even when he did it to punish her, within her shame, she couldn't help but be aroused when he treated her like that. He was her husband, after all, and it was his right and his responsibility to punish her when she did something he didn't like. So she tried to feel shame when he laid his disappointment across her face. She really did. But the hair pulling, and the cockslap itself... when he had her like that, she was absolutely shameless. She would have let him fuck her in public at that very moment, would have let him literally write his name on her face in cum, just then, if he had asked her. But he didn't. He only rested that fat cockhead of hers against his lips again, which she kissed and gently jerked off again before she even realized it. Sylvia opened her eyes and looked at him for a moment as she took a break to lick around him in slow, loving circles, before she said a word of apology. Then, to drive her apology home, she nuzzled her cheeks down his shaft and then literally rested his cock across her nose, her cheeks, her face, and looked up at him. Such a humiliating position... it was clear that Sylvia practically considered herself owned by her husband. She stroked his perfect, pale dick with her hands, and then lightly smacked it against her forehead a few more times, as if she acknowledged that his punishment wasn't enough. His balls were directly in front of her, and she'd have given anything to wrap her tongue around then, to gently ferry them into her mouth where she could love on them for hours, but then he said something that made her stare up at him with bated breath. He wanted to cum inside of her. Can I ride you, Therian? Sylvia asked. Please? I know you're tired after everything, and I... it's something I've wanted to do for a long time, she admitted. And it was true that in the past, he had always been on top. But then she pressed her body against his leg, so that he could feel her heavy fully breasts, and just how sopping wet she was for him. The position itself was far from traditional, and perhaps even a little taboo, but she still let his cock rest across her face. She knew what her place was, and maybe letting her ride him, just for a minute, wouldn't be too too harmful.
Thread: Taking Back What's Ours ( Jan  & Vulgrim )

Therian looked at her silently. He was a good husband, sure, and women had a place in their society, but their place was beneath their husbands, as important and as precious as wives were. For a moment, he didn't even consider acknowledging her request. Ride him? They'd never done that before. It wasn't their way. But then Therian felt Sylvia's fully, heavy breasts pressed up against his thigh, blessing him with their warmth. He could feel her sopping wet cunt pressed hard against his leg, and her wetness really got him going, his massive cock twitching and flinching a couple of more times in her hands, begging to stretch her walls open again, to explore her depths, to release inside of her. He'd give anything for that. Reaching forwards, Therian grabbed a handful of the woman's hair and brought her on to her feet, pulling her in to his lap from where he was sitting on their couch. He pressed his forehead almost aggressively against her own, their noses violently touching, and his hot breath spilled across her neck before he leaned in and gave her full lips a hot kiss, not letting go of the hold he had on her blonde, beautiful mane of perfect flowing hair. His other hand reached up to roughly grab at one of Sylvia's generous breasts, only to drop it again and reach for her ass instead, giving it a sharp, beautiful smack that sent an entire rear shaking, a red mark in the shake of his hand leaving itself on one of her round cheeks. Finally, he gripped both of her thighs and brought the woman a little further on to his lap so that she was straddling him now instead, their foreheads touching. His cock was resting against her ass, standing so tall that it even touched her back from where it was stuck just past the opening of her legs. 'I want you to ride me like a horse, Therian whispered to her, and their lips were touching even as he spoke. Both hands slid up her thighs and to her back before moving down again to take hold of her rear, his cock sliding between her cheeks easily as he thrust his hips forwards somewhat. Don't stop, her husband warned. I want every fucking human in this entire city to hear your screams.
Thread: Taking Back What's Ours ( Jan  & Vulgrim )

If there was one thing Therian knew how to do, it was how to get her going. Gentle when she needed it, harsh when she needed it, and sometimes both at once. Most men would have been hesitant to yank their wife up by her hair like that, but not Therian, no, not at all. He had been initially, but a few words shared pillowside after their first night together had been all he'd needed to hear. Now he knew how Sylvia liked to be treated. The result was that she was on his lap and kissing him before she realized it. His fingers intertwined with her long sleek hair as they kissed, as he felt her, from her breasts to her ass. She was a lean woman, there was no doubt about that, but at the same time, she was so deliciously curvy that they had never been able to keep their hands off of each other. Her breast didn't sag the slightest when he groped her, nor did her ass, yet when he spanked her, her entire rear end jiggled in his grasp. Most women wouldn't have appreciated that final action, but she did, and so much that she moaned into their kiss until it was an open mouthed makeout session. She sat straddling him, and at this moment, her beauty absolutely shone. Pale skin, pale hair and eyes, and a body that was that of a goddess's. Her hourglass form was blatant and perfect, from the lean flat taper of her waist to her soft, heavy but perky breasts, to her broad sashaying hips. One of her dainty hands traveled behind her to gently feel and stroke at his thick cock and when she felt just how tall and fat it was, just how far it would reach up into her, she actually felt intimidated for a moment. He was going to split her apart. His hands felt at her ass, groping and fondling and then gathering it and squeezing it around his huge cock so that he was essentially hotdogging her. Yes, she said breathlessly to him. I'll scream, Therian. Oh, how I'll scream... She touched her lips to his one last time and then drew herself up, guiding his cockhead against her wet hot feminine entrance. She teased herself with his fist sized dickhead for a moment, rubbing and pressing at her labia, until she finally, slowly, gently began to lower herself down on him. One of her hands rested against his belly so that she could balance as warm wet tightness enveloped him inch by lascivious inch. For a moment she paused, biting her lip. She seemed to shiver, and then she remembered what her husband had said and let out a low lusty moan before kissing at his lips a few times. Therian, she murmured, your big cock... it made me cum already... She kissed him again and pressed herself farther down on him. There was a brief obstruction in this process, until she bit back a word of pain and forced herself fully halfway down his cock at once, her loins nearly meeting his. He was so thick, and she was so tight after so long without him, that she had actually regained her maidenhood.
Thread: Taking Back What's Ours ( Jan  & Vulgrim )

When she whispered to him, Therian pulled back slightly to look in to her beautiful hues, to watch those full, lovely lips move. The hands on her rear couldn't help from exploring the rest of her body. He moved them to her thighs, down her legs then up again, to the small of her back, across her stomach, over her breasts, everywhere he could think to touch, he did, and when she kissed him, Therian's eyes fluttered shut again, the man leaning in to it. Shuddering, the elf watched as she grabbed hold of his massive rod, letting out a small groan as his sensitive cock was teased against her folds, the fat head brushing needily against her skin as she softly carried him along. Therian returned his hands to her broad hips and held her tightly, pushing the woman down somewhat. Enough games, he mumbled to her, resting his head against her shoulder and kissing her chest. And then he could feel it. The elf tensed as he broke through the folds, watching carefully as Sylvia sank down on him. With every inch, his hands moved further and further up her sides, eventually holding her just beneath those heavy orbs once she'd sank down all the way on to him. He could feel himself tearing her apart. At least she'd been faithful he could tell that much from the feel of her insides... Gods, Sylvia, the elf groaned, leaning forwards. He still felt weak, and this wasn't helping. He buried his face in to the warm safety of her breasts, then pulled her a little closer so that they could envelope him, his hands pushing softly against her back. Therian kissed them a few times, then looked up at her. You're more heavenly than I remember... As she sank down to his base, Therian pushed up, thrusting his hips forwards and in to Sylvia as far as he could possibly go. A grunt of effort and pleasure escaped his lips, then, and he flinched at the sensation as she squeezed the entirety of him, his cock about ready to explode. Another thrust came, slow but deliberate, and then another, and then a final, strong push deep inside before the man simply couldn't take it anymore. It may have been short-lived, but it left the both of them in a deep bliss as he released inside of her, filling his wife's cunt with a hot, sticky warmth. Before she could think of pulling herself from him, Therian pressed down on her hips to keep himself inside and pulled Sylvia forwards, wrapping an arm around her torso to hold her close, their naked chests touching, the other held steady on the back of her head, fingers raking through her pale hair. I love you, he finally said. Gods, I love you, woman. Do you hear me? I don't care who knows I don't care who sees.
Thread: Taking Back What's Ours ( Jan  & Vulgrim )

He couldn't keeps his hands off of her. Even now, after years of marriage, he explored every inch of her beautiful body with her hands. From her thick but tight ass to her narrow flat waist, to her sides, to her heavy but perky breasts, he felt her, and every one of his touches sent tingling excitement racing up and down her spine. When he buried his face into the soft warmth of her breasts, she wrapped her arms around him and held him there gently, kissing at his forehead and snuggling her tits around his face. She could feel his mouth all over her chest, searching, touching, exploring. And the whole while he was fucking her with a cock so big that she alternatively winced and moaned. She bit her lip again. And then she remembered what he had said. One, two, three thrusts, and with each of them she moaned loud and louder and louder, until on the last one her voice positively carried out through their doors, through their windows, to let the humans know that while the Sylvans were defeated, they weren't destroyed. And then he finished inside of her so powerfully that she felt it. At this point she shivered before falling down against his chest to cover him with kisses. This was her way of thanking him for her climax. As he stroked through her hair, she nuzzled her nose against his powerful jawline and settled into position against him. His torso was so much bigger than hers, that despite her own height and curvaeous build, she was positively petite against him. His arm held her in place about the waist, as if she wanted to leave him. As if she'd ever want to leave him. His words made her blush and for a time she didn't respond to him. Then, so softly that it was clear that she meant her words for him only, she spoke. I've fantasized about it, you know, she said. Taking you in public. I'd let you do anything you want to me, Therian, as I always do. I'd let you write your lust on my face for everyone to see... if I could do that, I'd be the happiest woman alive, she admitted. Too embarrassed to continue, she planted a velvet soft kiss on his collarbone. Even in his condition, malnourished and still suffering from the injuries of the battlefield, he was so strong, so powerful, such a man that she considered herself blessed to be able to touch him. To be his whore alone would have been an honor above all others, but to be his wife... she hadn't the words to describe it. If they'd lived just a few generations ago, Therian would have deserved and likely taken a second or third wife, but that tradition had fallen out of favor. If it hadn't, though, Sylvia wouldn't have been jealous. Not at all. Any woman would be honored to have Therian, even partially. Even for one night. Therian. One night. The humans. After a long, long moment, Sylvia lifted her upper body from his chest. He'd have a heavenly view of her cleavage in this manner, though her nipples were still pressed against his chest as her fair hair cascaded down one side of her face. Therian, she said softly, have you ever considered... you know, being with... other women?
Thread: Taking Back What's Ours ( Jan  & Vulgrim )

As Sylvia rest against him, Therian sighed, holding his wife close. The man was spent -- spent and exhausted, and all he wanted to do now was drift off to sleep, with her wrapped in his arms, with her warmth against him and with her soft hair in his face. He rested his cheek against her blonde mane and took in his wife's intoxicating scent, raking his fingers slowly through her silken locks. Why couldn't things be this way forever? He knew they couldn't be. Wouldn't be. But he could savor all of this while it lasted, at least. He'd make every second count. When she started whispering to him, he looked down at her, brow raised. Sylvia didn't often speak to him like some common whore. But he knew that's what she was, at heart. Perhaps not everyone's whore, but she was his. A whore that loved him, perhaps, and one he loved back. But she would do anything for him. He knew that. Therian needed no other wives Sylvia was strong, unrelenting, and she was loyal. She was enough. More than enough. When she kissed him, his eyes wandered over her body. He loved the way her breasts pressed up against his chest, stuck between himself and her. The man raised his hands and felt the sides of her chest, wanting nothing more than to grope her or bury his face between those pillowy mounds. Perhaps he would, before he drifted off to sleep... That last question surprised him, though. What? he asked, looking down at her. The elf blinked. You're asking if I dream of other women? If I desire anybody else? A pause, and then he chuckled. The man gently reached up and grabbed her by the hair, tilting her head back slightly so that she was looking him in the eye. I desire no one else, he murmured, looking to her lips. I need no one else. Therian kissed her, then, and thrust up slightly, his monstrous cock still hard and buried halfway inside of her. The sensitive organ fought against her protesting walls, and he groaned, starting to fuck her again, calmly, slowly, but not with purpose. Why are you asking me this?
Thread: Taking Back What's Ours ( Jan  & Vulgrim )

It wasn't fair of him, to try to talk to her while he made love to her. Even half hard, his cock was large enough to make her strain and moan witht he slightest of motions between them. She ended up pressing her face into his firm chest in order to stop moaning again. But still he fucked her, and still she couldn't think clearly. It wasn't until she came again with a shivering delighted moan that she could speak. I had an idea, she said, for how to fight back against the humans... in the most meaningful manner. She planted a series of velvet soft kisses across his chest and then rested her cheek against him as he finally stopped fucking her. And then she explained what she meant. It was simple, exceedingly so. And in its simplicity lay its genius. Humans weren't like elves, let alone Sylvan elves, who had never held the sexual as taboo. Adultery wasn't encouraged in their societies, far from it, but it was neither punished nor taboo it was merely an indiscretion that was apologized for with a gift of flowers or a favorite meal. But humans punished it corporally, or with prison, or worse. And children born of adultery had it even worse. So perhaps it could be thought of as a psychological war. Seduce the human women--easily done, since even the meanest of the Sylvans was far more attractive than any human man ever could be--and sleep with them, and, if at all possible, get them with child. If betrayed after the fact by a lover, deny any and all wrongdoing, and the humans absurdly high standards of proof would see you found not guilty in a court of law. The whole while, the very foundation of human society, trust between a wife and a husband, would weaken and crumble until it shattered. It was a safer rebellion than an armed one, which the humans might well detect and put down with overwhelming force. It needed neither cooperation nor coordination with others, as one man could have nearly the same effect as a dozen, and if Therian were to ever come back into contact with the friends or allies of those he'd fought with on the battlefield, they could all operate independently, with or without overlapping lovers. And, at the end of the day, there were some human women who really weren't that bad looking. Some of them weren't that bad looking at all... Sylvia kissed her husband on the chest one final time and then fell silent, allowing his fingers to stroke her sides, her lower back, however they would. She'd given him her idea, and now it was up to him to explain what he thought about it, and ascertain with her once and for all if she really was okay with him going out to intentionally fuck other women.
Thread: Taking Back What's Ours ( Jan  & Vulgrim )

Therian listened, he did -- listened for Sylvia to finish, and at the end of it all, he waited for some sort of punchline, for his wife to stand up and shout just kidding! But it never came. From what he knew of the woman, it was unlike Sylvia to suggest such a thing. Sure, the two of them had had their threesomes in the past. There'd been one of her friends she'd sometimes insisted on bringing over, or a working girl she'd found at the corner of some street, but for his wife to suggest he go out to try and fuck as many as he could... well, it didn't quite sit right with the elf. Not at first. Men who betrayed their wives were gutless, spineless and cowardly men... and Therian was far from any of those things. He wouldn't fight with his wife, though. Perhaps she wasn't thinking clearly, too far consumed by the emotion of seeing her husband again. The man simply kissed his wife and held her close, laying with her until the both of them had drifted off to sleep. Or, he tried to, at least. Long after Sylvia had fallen unconscious, Therian remained awake, keeping her wrapped up in his arms. Her idea, it wasn't a bad one. A bit.,. strange, perhaps, but he could see what she was going for. And by the time the man had eventually drifted off in to his own slumber, he'd grown more and more fond of the idea with each passing second. Not too fond of it, however... That morning, Therian was the first to wake. He left Sylvia where she was, naked and spent on the couch, then moved in to their bedroom, which he hadn't seen in ages. The man was glad to find his possessions were still there. Though humans now occupied their lands, nothing was stopping him from carrying a sword. The man dressed simply and belted his weapon at his waist, kissing his wife on the cheek as he headed back through the living room in passing. And just like that, Therian was out the door. He needed to get outside, walk the city streets again, try to feel... normal. He'd been stripped of title and rank, though not of his freedom and his coin, at least. The man was still a noble. By midday, Therian had eaten enough to give him back his strength, and he found himself in one of Sylvos' most esteemed bathhouses. Men and women of all types, both human and elven came here now, sharing the baths and the springs together. It was a fancy place, made up mostly of marble and chiseled stone, though Therian had secured a private bath of his own, set off to the side in a room that lent him some privacy. Here, he used the steam of the spring to work up a sweat, trying to build up his muscle again -- push-ups, sit-ups, anything he could do to become the fierce warrior he'd once been. By the end of his workout, the man had worked up quite a sweat, beads of it rolling down his strong body, and he'd nothing but a towel on, wrapped loosely around his waist...