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Thread: The Sacrifice (Karo x PatientOne)

One of the few things that was nice about being a Dragon was that he still had a mental connection to his mother. Dragon females let their offspring out of the nest after the first five years. However, the connection between mother and offspring was there for centuries if questions arose. Like now. Over the last few days of him getting familiar with Tessa and spending time with her he'd been feeling some serious heat in his body. More so then usual. He hadn't felt it around Sadie which was unusual so this was something he was concerned about. He often times found himself staring at Tessa's backside when she was doing something and it was unnerving. So he contacted his mother and asked what was going on. Even through a mental link he could feel his mother's soft tone and gentle voice as she informed him it was the mating season for Dragon's. His body was finally mature enough for him to be a candidate for mating and he was feeling the affects of this. Oh great. Spending some time away from the cave his need to protect her brought him back. Entering the cave his nose picked up her scent and while he had every intention of lying down and forcing himself to sleep, his legs carried him to the hot spring and that was a mistake. Seeing her bent over completely nude made his pupils thin as his body heat increased again. Dropping to all fours he moved over to her and his hands gripped her thighs. Before she had a chance to even register what was going on, a slick and very nimble forked tongue began stroking the smooth lips of her woman hood. The twin forks teasing the steadily hardening clit while the length of his tongue rolled between the soft lips and teased the nerves there. His muzzle was buried between her legs from behind as his hands gripped her thighs to keep her in place, but he wasn't being rough with her. He was trying to cause as little discomfort as he could. Though it was clear from the way he was acting that this wasn't something he normally did.
Thread: The Sacrifice (Karo x PatientOne)

She heard movement behind her, thinking little of Koda returning from wherever he had been off to. He was a dragon, after all, and she felt no need to hurriedly cover herself in front of him. However, his approach was...unusual, at least for him. Before she could even turn around, she felt his rough hands on her thighs, and her breath caught in her throat. This was...she knew what this was. She had grown up around farm animals, after all, so she was no stranger to the nature of things. However, she never expected Koda to approach her like this. She froze for a moment, her eyes falling closed at the dance of his tongue between her legs. She swallowed hard and her legs shifted, a tiny shiver running down her spine as she felt a pleasant heat begin to surge through her, her lower lips soon swollen and wet from his attention. She should tell him to stop, this wasn't proper, after all, but she couldn't deny that the strange sensations were pleasant. His breath was warm against her sex, her body quivered with his movements as he gripped her. She made no attempt to break away from him. After all...no one was around to judge, and she couldn't deny how wonderful this was starting to feel as she rocked her hips back against him. After some time, she finally spoke, long after her thighs had become slick with the arousal dripping from her body, something about how eagerly the dragon was going at her spurring her on. Koda? she finally whispered, her voice heavy as she swallowed air in deep, shuddering breaths. What...what are you doing?
Thread: The Sacrifice (Karo x PatientOne)

The fact that she was getting aroused by his ministrations was not helping him to stop, in fact it was urging him on as his tongue began to really work along her clit now as he noticed that seemed to be a very high pleasure point. A few growls left him as he tasted her arousal and it was very addicting. The sweet scent of her arousal and the sounds of her breath and her pants were really making it hard for him to focus. When she finally spoke he was running his tongue back and forth between her slick lips and even teasing her inner walls with the forks of his tongue. He was in no mood to talk as it would remove his mouth from her so he used another method. Linking his mind to hers she'd feel a small pinch, then his voice entered her head. 'I apologize Tessa. It is Dragon mating season...we look for a worthy female and well...we mate. I do not want to force this on you but I can't control it any longer.' She was a worthy female. She was smart, strong in her own way, and she had a lot of will power. Anyone who could take the fact that their own abandoned them and not slip into a deep depression was strong in his mind. With this link, she'd be able to see his thoughts about her in that aspect. Nothing was hidden. Pushing his tongue further within her tight walls he began flicking it back and forth to really start causing the fire in her loins to grow.
Thread: The Sacrifice (Karo x PatientOne)

Though the intrusion to her mind immediately made her feel vulnerable, her body and now her very self now at Koda's mercy, when the initial shock left, at the sound of his voice-more like the sensation of his voice, really-echoed in her mind, she felt her shoulders relax, and her racing pulse was entirely from the way her arousal surged through her. Though their link, he also, in a way, lay himself bare for her. He had no way to hide his intentions, as primal as they might be in that moment, he had no ill will towards her. And through that link, he could feel her acceptance of his actions, as she relaxed and allowed him to work, leaving her most intimate areas available to him to explore and touch. His tongue, already, was working wonders on her, the strong, lithe bit of muscle finding every inch inside of her. She reeled and shifted, shuddering and shivering as he found various sensitive bits inside of her to tease. Her walls twitched around his tongue, her own lubrication flowing around him as her body prepared itself. There was no more needs for words between them, though she let out tiny, whining moans each time that forked tongue flicked over her skin, as it teased her clit and stroked inside of her. Her body ached for more, more pleasure, more everything. Her cries grew more fervent as she practically begged for the release she now desperately craved.
Thread: Textual Attraction (HoldTheDoor & Abilicious)

Tyler was rolling in his bed, he checked his phone sleep unwilling and unable to find him. As his eyes focused to read to bright screen he groaned, 0200 the screen glared back at him. He fell back against his pillow, an anger inside him swelling at the hopelessness of his situation. As he led there, his eyes closed but his mind awake, he heard the dull vibration of his phone on the bedside table next to his bed. Who the hell could be texting me at this time? He thought to himself as he leaned over to pull his phone out of the charger and see who it was and what they wanted. Ms Olsen said Hey tyler. Its Ms Olsen, is everything ok? You seemed quiet this week Click to expand... Before he even had a chance to respond a second text came through Ms Olsen said Worrying about you over here! Click to expand... As he studied both texts over and over again, he wondered whether this was real. Yes, they all liked to text Ms Olsen every now and again, it was a little bit of fun that they had. She had never text them first before, he wondered what had made her think of him at this hour. She was an incredibly attractive woman, that much was universally know across the school, her beauty and her perfect figure the topic of conversation over many of the boys dinners. Why was she bothering to text him? As he thought about it he decided there was only one way to find out. His fingers flying over the touch screen as he keyed in his response. Tyler School said Wasn't expecting your name to pop up Ms Olsen. I appreciate it but I don't want to trouble you with my problems. Thanks for your concern xxx Click to expand... Shit! He thought as he realised that he had accidentally put kisses on the end of the text. The funny thing was, that mistake stemmed from the same problem as his quietness throughout the week. He had split from his girlfriend just two weeks prior, it wasn't even like he was missing her, rather than the benefits of what the relationship brought. He had learnt the hard way that if a man of his age went from getting sex on tap, to going cold turkey, there was only so much a hand could fill the void before it started to weigh you down. The more he thought about it the more he knew he had nothing to lose, she had text him first and asked him a question. All he was doing was answering honestly, there was no crime in that. Tyler School said Sorry for the kisses, I am too use to sending those. I'll be honest with you, you seem like someone I can trust. I split with my girlfriend two weeks ago. Don't get me wrong, I don't miss her in fact I am glad she isn't doing my head in anymore. Problem is it's left me frustrated... If you get what I mean Ms. I know I shouldn't say that, but you asked. Click to expand... He pressed send, his heart pounding as he did. He set the phone down and waited for the reply, fully expecting her to ask him to delete her number and not to contact her again.
Thread: Textual Attraction (HoldTheDoor & Abilicious)

By the time he had typed up his explanatory follow up, Ms. Olsen had already formulated her own reply. He had no sooner put his phone down than it buzzed again. Just a few miles from his house, her feet now propped up at the far end of her couch, Tyler's English teacher smirked to herself, and felt the momentary thrill of having replied to her student cut short as the second text came through. I split with my girlfriend , she read, and her heart softened for him. I don't miss her... it's left me frustrated... Alison's eyes widened a touch at that, surprised at his candour. She knew precisely what he meant. She hadn't been involved in a meaningful relationship in months, and with the school year now in full swing, she found little time outside of her work and other personal projects to meet anyone for more than a night. Gods, if she could just have Tyler for tonight. Nobody would have to know. She was of half a mind to invite him over then and there, but she knew what the possible ramifications of that could be if anyone did find out. She'd be sacked, shamed, could possibly even face time in prison. What is he? Sixteen? Mmmmph... She managed to reply to him before her phone buzzed again, and together her texts read Ms Olsen said Aww, don't worry sweetie, you could never trouble me. What's up? Click to expand... Ms Olsen said Tyler! Haha. I'm very sorry to hear that. You shouldn't be speaking to your teacher like that though P Click to expand...
Thread: Textual Attraction (HoldTheDoor & Abilicious)

His phone vibrated once, and he let it go he couldn't bring himself to read the message that he knew would be there. She was a grown woman and compared to her he was a little boy, she wouldn't care for his little boy problems. As he heard his phone vibrate a second time, he started to turn over wanting to see what she had said, even if it confirmed his worst fears. Ms Olsen said Aww, don't worry sweetie, you could never trouble me. What's up? Click to expand... Ms Olsen said Tyler! Haha. I'm very sorry to hear that. You shouldn't be speaking to your teacher like that though P Click to expand... He read the messages at the same time, his heart pounding as he realised she hadn't spurned him. As he reread the second message he started to feel a little braver, she was clearly enjoying this, the emoji she had sent prove that she wasn't taking this in a bad way. He started to write his response, his fingers eagerly tapping the screen wanting to reply as quickly as he possibly could, his heart racing with every message. Tyler School said Well you asked Shouldn't ask if you don't want to know. I am sorry it is affecting me at school. When I've got sex on my mind. It makes it impossible for me to concentrate on my work. X Click to expand... As he read his message back he quickly sent another one, feeling more and more brave by the second. Tyler School said It doesn't help when your teacher is a sexy as you are That definitely makes it harder to concentrate when you are frustrated. X Click to expand... He said, holding the phone in his hand this time, wanting to read her response the moment it came though. Flirting with this older woman was making him feel much more alive. It was actually helping him to feel better, a smile returning to his face.
Thread: Textual Attraction (HoldTheDoor & Abilicious)

This time Alison read the follow-up message before sending a reply to the first, and having read it she very nearly didn't reply at all. Tyler's message was an invitation to a dangerous game, the peril of which she recognised even through her inebriation. The thought of him with sex on his mind was exciting on its own, but when he hit on her she knew she couldn't respondno matter how much she wanted to. He was hitting on her! And she couldn't reply! She got the sense that somehow, somewhere, there must have been a level of hell designed after this kind of torture. She spent a solid five minutes staring at her phone, resisting the urge to text him back and say that she thought the same of him. She must have read the words as sexy as you are fifty times or more, and she grew wet at the myriad flights of fancy that that seedling thought took her upon. Eventually she put her phone down, resolving to reply to him as soon as she quelled her aching desires and figured how best to respond. She knew how she wanted to respond, but her better sensibility told her that she needed to defuse the situation before it led her into trouble. She lay back on the couch and closed her eyes, bit the inside of her lip, and slipped one hand over the crotch of her jeans, thinking of nothing but Tyler.
Thread: Textual Attraction (HoldTheDoor & Abilicious)

As he waited for her reply his cock had already begun to get hard just thinking of her, thinking of her busty body and she sway her hips through the classroo. His hand wrapped round his thick dark meat at the thought of it, he started to jerk slowly as he waited for her response. After waiting what seemed like an eternity he slowly checked his phone again. It had been ten minutes since she had last responded to him, all of the messages prior to that had been within a minute or two of receiving his own message back. His heart raced, maybe he had pushed things too far, he worried for if his parents found out or if she told someone else at the school. He was sure she wouldn't the messages would incriminate her too, he knew he needed to do something though. He clicked on her name again, the phone loading up the message flow as he begun to type. Tyler School said I'm sorry I shouldn't have said that. Please don't ignore me, ill do anything just don't ignore me. Its the frustration talking, I'm sorry I just don't know how to deal with it that's all. Please message me back. Click to expand... His message tread a fine line being apologetic and pleading with her, he wondered what had made her go so cold on this. As he thought about it he added one last line before he hit send. If you're worried I will show someone these messages ddon't you have my word, I'm not like the other boys. I wouldn't ruin this, just to show off. As he finished the last sentence he hit send and waited in the darkness, his heart pounding so loud his ears were filled with the sound of his own beating heart.
Thread: Textual Attraction (HoldTheDoor & Abilicious)

At the other end of cyberspace, the message drove home the fact that Tyler was still someway short of the kind of maturity that would mark him as a man grown, and not a boy. Alison felt sorry for him she could remember what it was like to be that age, to have spent four years or more already grappling with the effect that a burgeoning sexuality has on the emotions, and she wondered if he really had a grasp on how his break-up had effected him. Without sitting him down and talking to him about she couldn't be sure, but there was no doubting the emotion in what he wrote. One's teenage years inevitably made the emotions a slavedriver. After a couple of minute's thought, the teacher sent a reply. She told him that everything was ok, but that what he'd said was inappropriate. I'm your teacher, she reminded him, and still she wished she wasn't. I won't say anything about this if you don't. Good night, Tyler. Get some sleep. I'll see you on Monday. The conversation stuck with her all weekend. First and foremost, she recognised that it had been stupid of her to text him. She'd been too tipsy to be trustworthy with such a matter, certainly bearing in mind who she was dealing with. The whole experience had frightened her too. If you're worried I will show someone else these messages , he'd said. That was all it would take to ruin her career a simple text message. She kept her phone off through Saturday and Sunday, but something else Tyler had written that Friday night stuck with her throughout the weekend I wouldn't ruin this. Monday morning rolled around too soon, rising over the horizon of the weekend beneath a canopy of dread. She was still stuck on the this that Tyler had alluded to in his message. I wouldn't ruin this. She wasn't sure what scared her more how easy it would be for everything to come toppling down were she to ever do anything like that again, or Tyler's assumption that there was, or could be, something between them. The knife in the killer's hand was that he wasn't wrong, and that in spite of Friday night's conversation, Alison wasn't sure to what extent she could trust herself.
Thread: Textual Attraction (HoldTheDoor & Abilicious)

As Tyler read her message his hearted pounded even harder against his rib cage, he regretted what he had sent her, whilst at the same time knowing that all he had done was be honest. Her rejection stung him deeply, he wasn't use to opening up to people like that, and for her to seem flirty at first and then remind him of her position as his teacher had hit him for six. He stared at her words over and over again, knowing there was no point in messaging her again, she had made it very clear what she thought and he knew she wasn't going to fall in her convictions on the words of some seventeen year old boy. That didn't make him forget what had happened however, his mind racing over the words that had been said throughout the whole weekend. He couldn't escape the fact that she had messaged him first, not only that but she had been flirtatious with him initially before the coldness of the last text. His mind kept going back to one central question. Why? the question reverberated around his head every time he had a spare minute to think or his surroundings went quite. What had drove her to text him in the middle of the night, he already knew from the other lads in his class that she had never text them out of the blue. He wanted to know what was different about him, he could always hold the texts over her as a threat to try and divulge that information but that wasn't in his nature. His thoughts and feelings of dread reached a crescendo on Sunday evening, as he stared at his phone he plucked up the courage to send her one last message. Just wanted to say I don't want it to be strange tomorrow when I come in to class. The last thing I want is anyone knowing that something is going on, or that we are acting differently. See you tomorrow Ms. He took a deep breath and pressed send, drifting off to sleep before he could torture himself any further. The morning came quickly, and he wasn't his usual self as he walked to school with his friends his usual boisterous banter was replaced by a quietness and solitude that wasn't synonymous with Tyler. As he heard the bell go to signal the start of lessons he took another deep breath, trying his best to calm his beating heart. He strode in, trying to look normal, trying to feel normal and feeling like he was doing a poor job of both. He caught her eyes a knowing look extending between them, he couldn't hold her gaze, his eyes averting downwards as he took his seat and fumbled with his bag, desperately wanting this to be over and to be anywhere but sat in that room.
Thread: Textual Attraction (HoldTheDoor & Abilicious)

Chapter Two Monday morning came and went without any particular drama. Alison could only hope that Tyler had gotten the message, so to speak, and that he would indeed keep their little exchange between them. She took the time before going to school to double check the messages that she had sent him, and was relieved to note that there was nothing in them that couldn't be explained away if he were to show them to anyone else. Over the weeks that followed everything seemed to settle back into regularity. She began to relax around Tyler again, her wariness of him began to recede even if it wouldn't quite disappear completely, and she continued the excellent rapport that she enjoyed with her students. She even began to cast her eye around the class at other of the youths who studied under her tutelage, idly wondering if any of them would make for more suitable candidates than Tyler, and then immediately scolding herself for even thinking about her students that way. Feeling the need to let off steam on a more regular basis, her weekend outings now became weekly, and on one particular night she came very close to going home with an ex of hers that she bumped into in one of her local pubs. He had seemed the perfect gentleman when they'd first begun to date, but over time he was revealed as a lying, cheating, manipulative sack of shitthose had been the exact words she'd used to describe him after the break-up, and Lucy Carmichael, one of her closest friends, recalled them verbatim when she realised how close Alison was to going home with him that night. Thereafter, Alison and her friends began to frequent one of the other pubs in the town, a quaint but lively establishment named 'The Open Door,' known locally as just 'The Door.' It was in The Door that she met Mark Davies one night, a former student of hers. She was sat in a small booth with Lucy and two other friends, dressed simply in distressed jeans and a plain black t-shirt, her luscious locks let down, and a gin and tonic before her. Uh oh. Ex-student alert, she joked, grimacing playfully. Where? Alison gestured with her head. By the bar, next to the ol' egghead. Rachel laughed. Ol' egghead was an old man with a peculiarly shaped head who had been sat at the bar when they arrived, and hadn't so much as left his chair to go to the bathroom. The nickname was all of an hour old. Please tell me you don't mean the fit guy with the longish hair, Sofia pleaded, tilting her head to one side and looking Alison in the eyes. Alison had to laugh. She knew that look. Hey, I said ex -student. He's got to nineteen by now, maybe twenty. Ah, that's still too young, Sofia replied, batting her hand. I feel dirty now. Alison and the others laughed, and fell to teasing and joking. Well, you know, said Lucy, her tone that of one who is about to impart wisdom on those around her. If you were to sleep with him and ol' egghead... Don't even start, Lucy! Hey, I'm no maths teacher, but that probably would average out at Alison, I swear... I don't know why I come out with you girls. No, I do. This is exactly why I come out with you girls! Oh shit! Ol' egghead moved!