Thread: Of Blood and Stone; Caressed by Fire - [DA and Haru] NSFW links

Alex's dark eyes widened, her cheeks darkening a deep shade of crimson at Kirturok's bold and indecent remark. She hadn't expected it, not from a man offering services as a dragonhunter and certainly not one who appeared to have a code of honor. Though, she had to admit, there was a thrill in the indecency, the shrewd yet nonchalant manner in which such words dripped from his tongue. Unable to help herself, she giggled, a hand reaching up to politely cover her mouth. Her body shook with laughter as she tried desperately not to get carried away, but already she found herself on the brink of losing all composure. Calming herself a little, she took Kirturok's offered arm and smiled. My aunt's bark is far worse than her bite, Alex said. But let's forget about her and enjoy the day. Already, she could feel the giddiness overwhelming her senses at the notion of leaving the premises, defying her aunt yet under the supervision of her very own hand picked chaperone! I'm ready to take my leave. Once out in the fresh air, Alex felt exhilarating joy as the salty breeze blew through her curls, gently caressing her pale skin. If only she'd been able to do this more often. Casting a glance at Kirturok, she wondered if, perhaps now, she might. I think there's a caf near here, Alex answered Kirturok when he inquired about food. Of course the little dives by the water were nothing like the places she was used to. There was no fine china or silver spoons there. No. They'd have to settle for something simple while the passersby gawked at her as she strode by. She could feel their eyes staring, hear a few ghastly whistles as some of the men made rude gestures with their bodies. But Alex ignored them, her flushed skin the only sign that they'd had any affect. Over there! she exclaimed, pointing at a hole in the wall with a carved sign hanging above the door. It read Tin Whistle. I've heard whispers that the food and tea there is not to be missed! Let's go, please, she begged, tugging on Kirturok's arm. Charlie jumped the moment her door burst opened and Tal stood there looming in the doorway. He looked immense and she suddenly felt small as he approached, his shadow engulfing her entirely. She swallowed hard, her one hand still lingering upon her needy sex as she looked into his wild eyes. He looked hungry, like a predator stalking his prey. And Charlie felt her cunt begin to seethe with want against her fingers. Before she could speak, before she could even think, Charlie's arm was in Tal's grasp and she was pulled toward him. He reminded her of his warning, the tension rising, so much heat! The next thing she knew, he was bending her over his knee and ripping her shorts down along her thighs. She writhed and struggled in his grip. But it was no use. He was strong and determined and...bloody hell, she liked this! Charlie could feel herself getting wetter with each strike, tiny rivulets of her juices drooling along her thighs. She had to stifle the groan lest she make Tal's ego grow bigger than it already was. Just then, he stopped. The skin of her ass feeling warm and tender. She felt his fingers slide against her slit. In agony, she bit down on the inside of her cheek. Tal moved Charlie then, forcing her to look at him as he spoke and licked her juices off his finger. If he was trying to unravel her senses, it was working! Weak in the knees, she knew she was at his mercy. Then again, she always had been. Giving Tal a defiant look, though ready to fall at any moment, she muttered, No shame. Her blue eyes drifted and she noticed his own arousal and need. Are you going to take what's yours while it's still hot or... She honestly didn't think she could stand it if he ignored her want at this point, the desire that had been growing for years. She'd had fantasies of moments like these, her body craving his, yearning for all that he had to offer and more. She could imagine him taking her, rough and full of fiery passion pent up from years of frustration. No, if he denied her now, she'd wind up begging...pleading for something as her clit swelled, pulsing angrily as it demanded his attention. Are you going to let it grow cold? Blue eyes filled with lust, Charlie hoped Tal wasn't one who would wait. They'd been waiting long enough, at least she had. And she felt more than ready to give herself to him...fully and completely.