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

It'd been weeks since Therian had set foot in to his own home -- weeks, though it felt like years, if not decades. When the man came through the doors, he was by his lonesome, tired and weak and stripped of everything but the rags on his back. Since the occupation of their once-great city, Therian hadn't seen his wife at all. He'd been a prisoner to the humans, forced to rot in the dungeons of Sylvos -- the dungeons that'd formerly housed criminals and traitors... now it was home to soldiers and innocent men. Therian looked worse for wear. His body was still strong, as was his will. They hadn't managed to break him. But he looked tired, his once-warm and friendly eyes hard and distant now. After weeks of facing execution in the jails, he'd been stripped of his rank and freed, spared only because of the respect the humans had for him as a renowned soldier. Respect. Therian scoffed. The humans didn't know the meaning of the word. They were brutes, all of them, obsessed with war and taking things that didn't belong to them. Sylvia, Therian called out weakly, making it halfway through the den of their rather large home before being forced to stop and rest on a table in the hallway. Though he hadn't held a sword in his hand for weeks, he wasn't without his injuries the men had whipped him good during his time in the dungeons, and he had scars that would never fade away along his back and his arms, a few bloodied bandages covering him here or there. It felt so strange to just be home again, like nothing had ever happened. Too much had happened...
Thread: Taking Back What's Ours ( Jan  & Vulgrim )

When his wife returned home, Therian wasn't sure what to say -- there wasn't really anything to be said. Words were not enough. And so when she came to him, he accepted her help, like all good husbands should do. He leaned heavily against his wife and allowed her to carry his burdens, if only for a short while. Therian was weak. His body was still strong, his heart was still strong... but his mind, it was slipping. He was still was intelligent as he had always been, but the spark in his eyes... it was gone, replaced with guilt, with defeat, with shame... The man grimaced as she treated him, and he couldn't meet her gaze. Those scars were a permanent reminder of his defeat, of the defeat of their people. Finally, after his dressings had been replaced, Therian lay with his wife in the den of their home, too tired to try and move towards their bed. His fingers ran through her pale hair, though his hands trembled, and Therian couldn't say he exactly knew why. He didn't feel nervous, or excited, or anxious... perhaps he'd been scarred in more ways than one. I'm sorry, he finally said, speaking for the first time in weeks. She could hear the tears in his voice, but Therian's eyes were dry. I'm sorry, Sylvia. I've failed you -- failed myself, failed our people. He looked down at her beautiful face, then down at what she was wearing, two fingers pinching the material of her scarf. He frowned. Why do you wear this? But Therian already knew the answer. He set his jaw. Your beauty shouldn't be hidden from the world the world should embrace it.
Thread: Taking Back What's Ours ( Jan  & Vulgrim )

For a moment, all was right in the world again. They were newlyweds, teenagers even, too lost in their own embrace for the rest of the world to matter again. Then he shattered that precious moment by speaking. She tilted her head up to look at him, her dainty feather soft fingers caressing his arm. Their skin, hair and eyes were precisely the same color... at least they were. Now, Therian's eyes were bloodshot and bruised, and cuts lined most of his body. And even their race's fabled healing factors wouldn't erase them all... She felt herself blush at his touch, when he tugged at her scarf. When he failed to remove it from her, she did it herself. Her hair was so pale and straight and thick that it nearly hurt to look at. Her perfectly symmetrical nose, her fair eyes, her perfect face... she was almost too beautiful to be real. Even for a Sylvan, she was almost too beautiful to be real. The considerable firm curve of her breast pressed against the taper of his torso as she kissed his powerful defined jawline. You have nothing to apologize for, she said in a voice that was both soft and firm at the same time. Nothing. Your scars are badges of honor and proof of your bravery. You could have fought down to your last drop of blood, she accepted, but why? To leave me alone forever? She shook her head and caressed his fingers with her hand. It was bad enough being alone for these past months, she said. To have you back here, with me, where you belong... that's what's important. She brought his fingers to her mouth for a few velvet soft kisses. Her eyes were closed for most of them, but when she finished, she looked up at him with an almost shy, chaste question in her eyes. He was back at last, and now, if he wasn't too tired... she was going to welcome him home.
Thread: Taking Back What's Ours ( Jan  & Vulgrim )

When she leaned up to kiss him, Therian's eyes fluttered shut and he sighed gently through his nose, raising one hand to place it on the back of his wife's head, fingers raking gently through her fair hair. Though his skin was rough, the man's touch was soft, and as she pulled away to look at him, that question lingering in her eyes, he knew what she was trying to ask. He looked from her eyes to her lips again, then leaned forwards to kiss her once more, this time with renowned vigor as he regained his strength. He had to be strong not only for himself, but for Sylvia. And Therian needed to show that he wasn't weak. The hand at the back of her head grabbed a fistful of her hair, keeping her close to him. Therian's touch was firm, but never painful -- he wouldn't dare hurt his precious wife. Their kiss was passionate, lips pressed tightly together, his tongue slipping between Sylvia's lips to explore her familiar mouth. As it went on, he dropped both of his hands to her shoulders and sat up some, already working on that dress. He slipped the fabric past her shoulders and started pulling it down and across her chest so that his wife's gown could gather at the waist, ready to slip off whenever she wanted it to. Similarly, Therian shrugged off his tattered shirt, his strong upper body covered only in fresh bandages and horrible scars. His member pressed hard against his trousers, yearning for Sylvia, craving, begging, pleading for her attention. He broke their kiss and pressed their foreheads together, his hot breath spilling over her neck. Therian let one of his hands travel across her pert breasts before abandoning the supple flesh and cupping her chin again, thumb brushing gently over her lips and on to her cheek. I could never leave you.
Thread: Taking Back What's Ours ( Jan  & Vulgrim )

Men of their race were said to be fantastic kissers, so much so that when they locked their lips on a woman, barely one in a thousand could stop herself from giving her all to him. But Therian had to be in a class by himself. Sylvia remembered the first time he'd kissed her, the first time he'd slid his tongue into her mouth. Any nervousness she had felt that night had melted instantly, replaced with white-hot lust as she coaxed her tongue into open air for wet lewd french kissing. She had given him her all that night, and every night since then, whenever he had shown the slightest sign that he wished to. And, considering her body and the way she used it, that was almost every night. Already he had her almost naked from the waist up. She had barely noticed. It had been so long since they had last been together, she was practically breathless when he touched his forehead to hers. She inhaled his sweet-smelling breath and looked into his eyes as his powerful fingers controlled her hair, and her face all at once. He was so strong. But when he tried to move his thumb from her lips, she caught that soft vulnerable digit in her teeth. It was just to tease, though. Because then, looking into his eyes, she began to gently, softly suckle against his thumb, prodding and caressing it with her soft sweet tongue. Her bare breasts pressed against his defined scarred midsection, her nipples hidden from him, but her breasts were big enough that by caressing their sides, he had plenty of soft warm flesh to feel.
Thread: Taking Back What's Ours ( Jan  & Vulgrim )

When Sylvia trapped Therian's thumb in her mouth, he looked at her with loving but hungry eyes, a low rumble forming from somewhere in the bowls of his throat. She suckled, she teased -- it had a maddening effect on the man, but of course she knew that. He didn't say anything, but his thumb pushed deeper in to her mouth and deeper, and deeper. It tickled the back of her throat, and he sighed gently through his nose as he watched his obedient, loving, loyal, perfect wife. She was ready to give herself to him, like she'd done so many times before. There wasn't a thing in the world the two wouldn't do for each other. Reluctantly, Therian drew his thumb from her lips only to find them with his own again, capturing Sylvia in another heart-melting kiss. He held her face, his now-damp thumb caressing the smooth flesh of her cheek, and Therian reached down to take hold of her hand, guiding it to the spot between his legs. Almost instantly, she felt the thick, warm shape of his tool through the cloth of his pants. The fabric strained, that all-too familiar cock pleading to come free. Leaning back on to their sofa, he pulled his lips away from hers and watched Sylvia with intent, one hand combing through her beautiful, long hair again, the other falling down her naked back to the curve of her waist. His hand snuck beneath the dress and smoothed over Sylvia's round ass before giving each of her cheeks a light squeeze, pulling her body even closer to his. I've thought about those lips for weeks, he whispered to her, brushing his fingers over them again. Your voice. Those eyes, this face...
Thread: Taking Back What's Ours ( Jan  & Vulgrim )

Sylvia was not a short woman, not by any standard, but Therian was so tall and muscular that his mere presence humbled her. Even now, after years of marriage, being so close to him was almost intimidating. All that raw masculine power, all that muscle... if he wished her harm, there was nothing that she could do to stop him. Perhaps that was part of what made them so compatible. She knew what he could do to her, and she knew that he knew, and yet he had never done anything to hurt her, not once. Not more than she wanted, anyway. That brief teasing touch to the entrance of her throat made her wince the slightest amount, silently gagging, before he enveloped her mouth with another kiss. She felt his hand caress her face, feeling at the perfect dimple in her cheek, even as his fingers caressed hers and brought them down, and down, and down, and... Her eyes widened, and for the first time that she could remember, she pulled her lips from his consciously. The skillful manipulation of her hair, and the way he caressed that thick but tight ass of hers--nice and big and round but not too much in any way, and still firm and athletic--all of it shortened her breath until she could barely breathe. And when he stroked her lips again, she kissed tenderly at his fingers. I've dreamed about you, she said. Your face, too, but mostly your arms, your chest... your big strong powerful body, she said, using her free hand to feel gently at his torso. Even injured, he was still a warrior, and in time, he'd heal and his scars would be nothing more than tattoos, bravery etched into flesh. And then she remembered her other hand, gently rubbing against his awakening member. Sylvia had dainty hands, and that had always made him feel bigger, but this... this... I've dreamed about your cock too, she said in a half-whisper. As if anyone would hear them. As if someone hearing them could restrain her lust now. It's been so hard without you, Therian... nothing can replace you, and your cock. Not the biggest toy on the market. Not by far. She swallowed once, before kissing her way down his defined abdomen. He hadn't gotten a view of her breasts yet, but he fot a feel of them in the best way as they pressed against his crotch, bathing it in warm soft femininity. And then she looked up at him again, stroking him through his pants with one hand, the other hand reaching back so that she could be entirely nude for her husband. Therian, you've... you've always been big, but now... you're huge, she said, half-blushing, alternatively staring up at him, and down at the hard thickness still concealed in his pants. A woman of her sensuality, of her race, and she actually seemed a bit intimidated. A bit scared even.
Thread: Taking Back What's Ours ( Jan  & Vulgrim )

He listened to his wife as she spoke sweetly to him as she spoke not-so-sweetly to him. Their love wasn't a forbidden thing, and yet, in the aftermath of this occupation, in the presence of their humans captors... it felt a little bit taboo. It was their little way of saying 'you may have beaten us, but we've still won,' to the rest of the world. It was their way of refusing to lose, and Therian knew that, for as long as he lived, he'd never truly back down from the people that opposed them. They'd made a grave mistake, allowing him to leave the dungeons, and soon they'd regret it. His hands left her face as she moved down to kiss a trail along his strong body. Even without a sword in his hands, even confined to a cage, Therian refused to grow weak. Not just in body, but in will and in mind. He was as stubborn as he was strong, and they'd never break him. Sylvia was the same, in her own cunning way. A lot of women in her position would've fallen long ago. He let out a soft sigh and leaned his head back in to the cushions of their couch, watching with hungry, loving eyes as she made her way down him. Lower... lower... Her breasts were perhaps the softest thing in the world. The softest he could remember, anyway. After weeks of sleeping on the cold, hard prison floors, he cherished the touch of her naked mounds pressed hotly up against him, and, as they moved to sit warmly on his crotch, he groaned slightly with pleasure, his cock fit snugly in between them. At her words, he only chuckled, and Therian gathered her pale hair in to one hand, moving the strands up and away from her face. What doesn't kill us makes us stronger, he whispered with a knowing smirk. Perhaps it was a trick of the light, or of the mind. Maybe his precious wide had just forgotten how big and how thick he really was. Or perhaps he'd gown, after all. Either way, Therian was wasting no more time with this. He reached down with both of his hands and slowly unbuttoned his trousers for her to see. Instead of waiting for Sylvia to reach down and fish his cock out, he did it for her, pulling it from the depths of his pants as if he was presenting her with some sort of trophy or award -- and he may as well have been. The elf was hard, long and thick, his member spanning taller than than his wife's head from base to tip, and it was as thick as her wrist, too, complimented by two heavy orbs that sat dangling beneath it. It was red and throbbing, starved of attention for so long that his anxiousness had already caused a healthy dose of pre-cum to spill free. He gripped himself with one hand, the other resting atop Sylvia's head, and Therian pressed the warm belly of his cock against the woman's cheek, sighing gently through his nose as their skin touched. I've missed those lips, he mumbled to her, grabbing a fistful of her hair again. Have they missed me?
Thread: Taking Back What's Ours ( Jan  & Vulgrim )

When she grabbed him with both hands, Therian let out another satisfied rumble from somewhere low in his throat again, leaning further back in to the cushions. His hand dropped from the base of his shady and tested at his side instead, though the hand holding her hair in place didn't dare to move at all. As she pressed her face against the belly of his monstrous length, he wondered if he still deserved Sylvia at all. He'd failed, after all -- he'd made an oath to keep the kingdom safe, and now most of it lay in ruin. There weren't many of their kind left. Certainly not enough to win a rebellion. Not even enough to try and start one... But those were all problems for another time. His wife spoke, and Therian listened. The man's whole body tensed as she leaned forwards to place soft, sweet kisses all over his manhood... and then they grew not so soft and not so sweet, wet, lewd noises coming from her lips as she worshipped his cock all over and made it slick with spittle. The two may have been infinitely and unconditionally in love with one another, and sex was an important part, when it came to that sort of unrequited romance. People could not get by together with words alone. They had to embrace each other to prove their love with action, to show their affection for one another in way there mere, trivial words could simply never express. As she paid him some much-needed attention, Therian raised his hand again but gripped himself at the tip of his cock this time, slowly peeling himself back for her. The pre-cum that'd leaked from his head had pooled around the folds of his foreskin, and it spilled like thick syrup down the length of his shaft as he pulled his uncut skin back. Fingers coated in his own sticky seed, Therian brought them to Sylvia's lips and forced two of his cum-covered digits past his wife's lips and in to her mouth, giving the elven woman a rather large sample of all he had to offer. The man wasn't done there, however. He gripped himself again and guided his cock towards her face once more, pressing it hotly against her cheek, over her face, and then to the other side, painting her white as his semen-slick shaft more or less caressed her. Even more of the white substance spilled from his tip, and Therian mumbled something, sighing through his nose. I must've really missed you, the man commented, chuckling faintly, though only for a moment. He pulled back on her hair roughly so she could look at him, and though his words betrayed his tone, the next sentence came lovingly. Now let me fuck that pretty little face of yours.
Thread: Taking Back What's Ours ( Jan  & Vulgrim )

Therian watched Sylvia closely as she seemed to lavish the attention he was giving her, his thick dock practically steam-rolling over her face. He loved every little touch she gave him -- the feel of her hands gripping his shaft, those heavy breasts hot against his thighs, her sweet breath falling over him like the nicest breeze. As she took his hands in to her own, Therian watched her closely, and he cupped her beautiful face after she left them there, fingers carrying through her hair again. And then Sylvia spoke, and a the smallest and briefest of smiles toyed at his lips for just a moment. He didn't enjoy hurting her, of course an unpleasant experience isn't what he had in mind for Sylvia, if wasn't what he wanted for her. But Therian was a man, and that meant he had to act like one. Too often did men grow soft and weak and forget their places in the world. Women were competent in their own ways, and Sylvia certainly was capable in many of her own... but taking lead when the two of them danced naked between the sheets, that was Therian's duty. Not hers. He didn't move his hands from her face, thumbs brushing over those sweet, sweet cheeks again. Therian slipped his thumb in to Sylvia's mouth for a brief moment for her to suckle on and kiss before the man shifted his hips slightly, sitting a little straighter and more comfortably on the couch, his wife on her knees just in front of him. His hands snuck around to the back of her head, just like she'd wanted, and his cock moved so that its leaking head was pressed against her mouth. Without warning, Therian gripped her hair, the pulled her head down, thrust his hips forwards, and.... His cock shot straight in to her mouth with enough force to choke her for a second. So thick and so long, it filled her cheeks and left no room for air to enter or escape through her mouth -- and so she'd have to use her nose, if she wanted to try and breathe. Still, he wasn't making that easy for her. Therian pressed hard against her throat and continued even further, making it halfway down before stopping, a noticeable bulge forming at her neck. The elf groaned lowly and tossed his head back, holding himself there a moment, and then he started thrusting his hips in and out, pulling his wife's head up and pushing it down again as his cock came halfway out her lips before pushing all the way in all over again. A symphony of moans and gasps escaped the man as he fucked Sylvia's moistened lips, unrelenting, wet, lewd noises ringing out every time he hit the back of her throat and pulled himself free from her lips again.
Thread: Taking Back What's Ours ( Jan  & Vulgrim )

He knew how to tease her. When she was like this, on her knees at his mercy, she felt meek, almost vulnerable, and she'd likely do anything he asked if he asked it right then. And all he asked was for her to suck and kiss at the finger he slid into her mouth. She obeyed the unspoken request instantly, enthusiastically, making out with that pale digit of his and applying just enough suction to it that he knew he couldn't wait long to enter her mouth truly. She looked up at him briefly as he used his powerful hands to maneuver her head into position--and then, before she could lick her lips or favor him with a dirty word, he took her. Hard, and fast, and, mercifully, not quite as deep as he could, or else she might have choked out on his fat cock. As it was, she could barely catch her breath in the brief moments between his powerful rapid thrusts. Gagging repeatedly, she shut her eyes to try to concentrate on simply breathing, but his cock was simply too big. It was fat enough that it only just fit snugly in her throat, and long enough that if he really had taken her to the base, his cockhead would have been beyond the base of her neck. As it was, thicky slimy gagjuice occasionally slid from the corners of her mouth, or when he pulled back this slid down onto her breasts from time to time. And then Sylvia opened her eyes. They were watering, somewhat, but that didn't stop her from looking directly at him as he made hot wet lewd love to her face. She was his wife, his love, his to do what he wanted with, and the expression on her face, as he fucked it, said as much. One of her hands was rubbing, feeling at his powerful abdomen, as it worked to take her, and the other one had slipped between his legs to very, very gently, very carefully, caress and cup his heavy productive balls. He had never allowed her to do more than that, and even that itself might be worth a word of scolding, or some other admonishment.