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Thread: Late Night Out (for Jellybean)

If she kept doing good, maybe he'd stop and let her go though then she gasped and cried out but it was muffled just as he forced her head further onto him. And not just an inch, the entire way. She gagged out wildly as his cock forced past her gag reflex and deep into her throat. She choked, her head squirming as he held her head tightly against him as her nose was pressing into his stomach and her hands grasped at his hips tightly. Though not being able to breath since his cock was down her throat was slowly getting to her and her eyelids closed halfway and she continued to gag on him, her nails digging into his flesh as her tongue moved against his shaft as her face got red slowly.
Thread: Late Night Out (for Jellybean)

Oh yeah, here we go...here we go! ran through James mind as he looked down at the gagging girl underneath him. He could feel her trying totake all of him, her throat stretched open as he held her there. He wanted more though, more and more and more... Pulling back he let her have just enough time to breath before slamming back inside. He was truly face fucking her now, letting her now her place in his house. All thoughts of anger over what Addison had done with his daughter were gone, now all he wanted was to take atvantage of the hot piece of meat in front of him.
Thread: Late Night Out (for Jellybean)

Though soon he pulled back and she coughed out as she breathed in deeply a few times, catching her breath and she swallowed just moments before he slammed back in. She whimpered, her hands still grabbing onto his hips. Her nails digging into his flesh as her eyes watered, tears streaming down her face as she continued to gag on him. Moving her head to try and pull him out but only caused his head to slam into the back of her throat and cause her to only gag more. With each and every gag on him. her throat tightened harder around his shaft. Squeezing it and his head deep within her mouth as he was now face fucking her feeling his cock sliding in and out of her mouth and throat.
Thread: Late Night Out (for Jellybean)

He was like a madman, insatiable, uncaring of his actions as he pounded into her. His balls slapped against her chin and he could feel them tighten as he was getting closer to his release. All this pent up energy, all of it was about to be released soon. He knew he would hold out much longer. She had alot of energy in her, this girl. He could feel it as she scratched his hip. With one last forceful shove he climaxed, shooting his hot, sticky seed down her throat. He held her there, making sure she got every last drop of it, refusing to release her until she had cleaned him up entirely.
Thread: Late Night Out (for Jellybean)

And scratched his hip she did, not just leaving red lines she scratched him and good. Causing a bit of blood to seep through the skin. Not able to drip out but show enough as some of his skin had been scratched off. Though she felt his shaft growing and her eyelids closed halfway as her eyes rolled back into her head. Gagging with each swift stroke he gave into her throat though soon she felt his hot, stick seed shooting deep into her throat. Swallowing it as best as she could so she didn't completely gag on it, her fingertips pressed into his skin more as her back grew weak. She grew weak on her knees, mostly from the lack of air as he pounded away deep into her throat. But once he was done and had pulled back she took in one of the deepest breaths she had before, before she began to cough out, falling to the floor.
Thread: Late Night Out (for Jellybean)

As she fell to the floor so did he, backing up to sit down on the couch and letting out the most satisfied sigh he ever had. He was still getting off is post-orgasmic high as he watched her coughing on the floor, smirking to himself. His hand moved over his hip, showing the blood she had drawn from him. At this point the pain was nothing, just something that added to the excitement. You got some claws on you girl, he chuckled. So, was that as good for you as it was for me?
Thread: Royal Runaway (Distain and Autumn)

The high walls of the castle were so stifling one could not easily breathe. Cleverly kept away from the world was a young duchess full of mischief, life, and curiosity. The epitome of propriety, the young woman spoke four different languages, had perfect posture, and knew well her place in society was a silent one. She had a duty to the king, but every day she yearned to break free from the restraints of her given life. Most of the servants were content with their humbled lives and stations. The royal family was a kind one to their staff, knowing that happy servants were less likely to rebel. It was the type of thinking that had been implanted in Gianna's brain since she was a child it was this exact legacy that would earn her freedom. For months, the young woman had been planning her escape. She had paid her closest chambermaid a wealthy sum for the woman to give the duchess plain clothing. In addition to requiring clothing, she would also need a horse. A stable boy, whose fondness of Gianna was ever-growing, had been easily convinced to purchase her a fine horse and keep it hidden until her moment came. It was no strenuous task of exchanging her elaborate gown for a simple white dress with a green overlay. A crisp, white apron had been lain across it, the entirety of the outfit much cleaner than those belonging to a real servant. Still, she knew no one would glance at her long enough to question her attire. Strands of black silk were piled into a bun at the base of her neck. Dressed as a member of the staff, she crept in the shadows until she reached the barn. She bid the stable boy adieu with a kiss blown from her hand. Her small pack of money and basic supplies was tied to the saddle of the beautiful red horse. Grabbing the reins, she gave him a gentle nudge with her foot and the two shot out into the night. The dawn had finally broken across the velvet sky. By now, someone probably would have discovered her missing, but she was too far ahead of them for the the guard to catch her now. On the outskirts of some town, she and her stallion were galloping through a more rocky terrain. Unsure of whether he stumbled over a rock or exactly what had caused it, Gianna was being thrown onto the hard ground beneath her. Dirt caked her clean garments, giving her the true appearance of a servant. Pulling herself to her feet, she reached her hand up to rub the mane of her shaken animal. It's alright, lets keep going. But on the ground she caught the glimmer of the shoe laying beneath his strong feet. Glancing around her, she spotted an open shop high above the valley of the ground on a hill. Retrieving the horse's shoe, she began to lead him up to it, hoping the owner was either a blacksmith or could direct her to one.
Thread: Royal Runaway (Distain and Autumn)

It had been nearly a year since Stephen had left his home and came to this small town not far from the castle and and the capital city that it over looked. It took him 5 months to get here from his home town and he was glad to finally have a home to call his own and a bed to sleep in. That is if he ever decided he had the time to sleep. It had been 6 months since he had his last decent nights sleep. He woke every day and walked from the small town up the hill to where he wanted to live. For 6 months he worked building his house and forge by hand. His house sat on the far side of the hill from the town and forge on the near. His forge was not overly complicated 12 large pillars held up the roof, there where no walls to speak of the ones that where there only reached his waist. He enjoyed being able to look around at the view while he worked. He had a small stable to store the horses that needed to have shoes put on, and a large work bench and massive forge in the middle. Today was the first day his forge would be open and he hoped to have any business at all though he did not expect it. He had enough Iron stored up to shoe 50 horses and build 5 homes. He woke long before dawn and began preparing himself for the day. He drew water and took a good long bath cutting his hair so it hung only to his lower jaw and shaving the beard that had grown out of neglect. He wore only a light white shirt whose sleeves he removed so he could work with out risk of burning the sleeves in the forge. He wore simple brown pants and a heavy leather aprin to keep the sparks from spraying the soft linen clothing that he wore. The sun had just came up when he finally got the fire hot enough to start heating the metal. He had only enough 4 horse shoes made and he knew he needed to make more so he would not have to forge them while customers waited. He slipped the hunk of iron into the forge and began stoking it to heat it he smiled happily looking around enjoying the view. It would take several minuets for the wood fired forge to heat the iron to a work able level. He enjoyed these moments they allowed him to think and relax It was nice to be back in a forge again he finally had everything he wanted. That is if he could make this forge profitable enough to earn his living.
Thread: Royal Runaway (Distain and Autumn)

The morning dew stuck to the strands of grass, making them slippery. The heels of her shoes dug into the sides of the heel, trying to find a common grip so she and her massive horse could get to the top. About halfway up, the stubborn animal stalled, refusing to go any farther. Come on, please. She begged him, her voice gentle. I promise I'll get you some carrots or something if you just help me get up to that shop. Tugging on the bridle, she urged the stallion to continue onward, though she liked to think he was just anxious for a few extra treats. Finally, they had ascended the hill. Sweat drenched the young woman's attire while mud trimmed the hem of the dress. Strands of black escaped the bun, clinging to the dampness of her cheeks. To anyone who saw her, this was not the appearance of a duchess. Though Gianna had thought her exchange of intricately woven gowns for a plain dress to be a clever disguise, it was the labor she had put into leading the animal up the steep climb that had truly marked her identity as hidden. Chest huffed out ragged breaths, tired legs barely trudging over to the structure. The reins attached to the animal were carefully wrapped around a pillar, locking him in place. The iron shoe was looped around her wrist like a bracelet, showing no signs of falling off the slender bone. Hands smoothed down the front of her apron, trying to tidy her unruly appearance. Spotting a man bent over his work, Gianna quietly strolled toward his vicinity. Hello? She called out softly, keeping somewhat of a difference between the two of them. Excuse me, sir? Can you help me, please?
Thread: Royal Runaway (Distain and Autumn)

Soon the iron ingot began to glow deep red showing it was ready for Stephens loving care. He smiled grabbing the claw and reaching into the forge grabbing the ingot and carrying it over to the anvil. With in moments the hill filled with the soft twang of his hammer smashing the hot iron into the steel anvil. The rhythm of his hammer filled the in an almost musical way seeming to mix his blows between hard flattening shots and soft shaping taps. To Stephen the sounds of the hammer hitting the iron was music more so then some of the acts at the inn in the town below. He had the first shoe roughed out when he added it and another ingot to the forge. He moved quickly to the back of the shop tossing several more pieces of wood into pit at the rear of the forge before going about the business of putting the more precise wholes and bends into the shoe. A hammer strike over wrote the sounds of her first soft greeting and her second was nearly drowned out by the hiss of the iron as he tossed it into a bucket. He turned though hearing the request for aid a bright smile gracing his face. I have been out here less than an hour and my first customer! I think this show will be much better than i expected. Yes ma'am! The excitement filling his voice as he walked towards her his hand slowly reaching out to take the shoe from her wrist. I am guessing that you horse threw a shoe? He smiled his eyes catching hers for a moment she would be quite attractive if she did not look liked she just rolled down the hill.
Thread: Royal Runaway (Distain and Autumn)

Neck bent forward, eyes roaming the various supplies hanging about the shop. The traces of iron and the heat of flames told her that she was, in fact, in luck. A blacksmith shop! Oh, thank goodness! Gianna staggered back, her free hand landing on her chest above her heart. How fortunate am I to have found you! She cried out, the iron-clad hand reaching up to brush away errant strands of black from her green eyes. He reached for the shoe, plucking it from her raised arm before affirming he could help her. She laughed with relief, nodding to him. My horse must have stumbled out on the rocks down there. She pointed to the base of the hill where the path was flat but loaded with rocks. Forgive me for being a mess, but he threw me. I didn't think I was ever going to get him up this hill. Glancing down her skirt caked with dark stains, she suddenly felt self-conscious. Yes, she had wanted to appear at a much lower station, but even servants kept themselves clean. I had him shod with the very best, but that seems to matter little. She muttered, not realizing the content of her words. Hoping he didn't catch it, she continued. I'd be grateful if you could replace it or mold a new set for him. I'm prepared to accept any price. . . , she paused, realizing that her attitude was nothing like that of a humbled servants, I mean within reason. Cheeks flushed, face turning away from his to nod toward the red beast. He's a gentle giant. I'm certain he didn't intend to throw me off his back. We're traveling through the countryside. By the way, do you happen to know where I can purchase some oats for him? I'm not familiar with this area.
Thread: Royal Runaway (Distain and Autumn)

He remained calm examining the shoe while she spoke she was not lying it was finely crafted but he bet the nails where put in wrong. He remained silent glancing from her to the horse not catching her brief bit of proper speech he was more focused on the task to come. Once she had finished speaking and asked about the oats he smiled he head giving a faint nod into town. There is a rather nice stable in town I am sure they will take good care of him if you are looking for a place to rest your head. He moved slowly giving a few soft clicks urging the horse to show him its shoeless foot. He inspected the hoof deciding if he would be able to reattach it. You might want to be careful though when you go down there. You walk around throwing around options on what work needs done and offering to pay what ever it costs. I guarantee they will try to pry as much coin from your purse as possible. He smiled looking at the horse and moving over to the bench grabbing the tools he would need to make put the shoe back on. Setting it in the forge to heat up slowly he turned to face her with the same bright smile on his face that was there when she arrived. I honestly don't mind much you looking a mess there miss. Come back here just before dark and i will promise i will make the thrown from a horse look, look quite lovely. There is a pump over to the other side of the forge if you want to wash up while i do this. It wont be long i promise.
Thread: Royal Runaway (Distain and Autumn)

He warned her about carelessly tossing her money around. Of course, how naive could a person be? The duchess had never worried about money she had never wanted for anything. A true servant, however, had little. She doubted any of them would ever be so bold as to offer to pay any price for a service. In fact, most of them traded goods and talents. A bartering system worked best, but she had nothing to trade. No, I don't wish to rest. We're merely passing through, but in my hastiness I didn't gather much supplies for him- for Flame. She dubbed the animal, finding she would be less suspicious if she treated him as though the two had been together for ages instead of the horse being a recent addition to her possessions. Thank you for your kindness. I believe I'll wait here instead of venturing into town. If you don't mind, though, might you tell me if there is a stream so I can lead him to drink? Gianna welcomed the thought of washing away some of the stains from her garments, though she had never had to use tepid water. She had enjoyed warm baths nightly, loving the way her body turned into a prune once it had soaked up too much moisture. Thank you, I will. Moving toward the pump, she took off her apron. Forcing some of the water onto the cloth, she moved it across her face and bare arms to wash away any traces of dirt that may have splashed across her skin. Next, she rubbed away the grime on the hem of her dress, making it look somewhat clean again. Pins were pulled from her hair, letting the raven-colored locks cascade down her lower back in a solid sheet of satin. Fingertips combed through the tresses, smoothing them. When she felt presentable again, she emerged from behind the forge. The wet apron was laid on the grass in the sunlight so that it could be dried.
Thread: Royal Runaway (Distain and Autumn)

He watched her over his shoulder as he scraped away the scar from his the old shoe. Quite the strange master you have there Flame. He spoke softly so only he and the horse could hear him as he walked over to the forge taking out the shoe before it got to hot. He moved over to the horses side and very carefully readied himself to put the shoe on. If you have a weak stomach ma'am I would recommend that you stand outside to the north these hooves do not smell so good when you shoe the horse. He gave her time to move to get up wind before pressing the shoe onto the hoof it hissed and sent a foul smelling smoke into the air. He moved quickly from that point on driving the nails into the shoe and setting it down moving to where she had tied him off. Okay boy lets get you in a stall why you get used to that shoe. He smiled leading the horse over to one of the vacant stalls shutting the door. It would not hold the horse if he truly wanted to leave but it would give him time to run over and stop him from getting away. Where are you heading miss? He smiled walking over to her tossing his tools onto his work table giving her a soft smile staying down wind from her so she would not have to smell the burnt hoof on him. It always seemed to hang on him for several minuets after he shoeed a horse. What had made you set off so unprepared? He did not mean to seem rude he was just trying to make small talk and she had mentioned leaving in a bit of a hurry.
Thread: Royal Runaway (Distain and Autumn)

She was not accustomed to answering questions, especially not to a complete stranger. Oh, I'm heading up to. . . She paused, trying to recall exactly where she was and the neighboring towns outside of the King's jurisdiction. To. . . Langley. She forced out the word, remembering it was a sleepy town that bordered the kingdom. She'd heard her father speak of it many times simply because he thought the land was useless. She noticed how he kept his distance, saying that it was because of the smell from shoeing the horse. The melody of laughter rang forth from her lips, filling the air around them. I've witnessed shoeing before. The stench does not bother me. I've been exposed to much worse, I assure you. The only part of her series of statements that were true was the claim to not mind the smell. In fact, she had been blessed with a strong stomach. At his question of her hastiness, her mouth fell slightly ajar. He was an inquisitive one who asked far too many questions. News of my family. My father has taken on ill and my mother has asked me to come to his side. The words were rushed, hating the necessary lie she fed him. If the guards came this way, she didn't need him to tell them the truth. Langley was the opposite direction in which she was headed, far enough on the outskirts to lead them far from her trail. Her face twisted in sadness, hoping her bright eyes did not give away the truth. I thank you for the work you've done, Sir. How much do I owe you so Flame and I can be on our way?
Thread: Royal Runaway (Distain and Autumn)

Langley?! Who goes to Langley. He had been there once before when he was younger and found it to be quite a boring waste of a town. Though once she gave her reason he winced in pain feeling very much like an fool for speaking so hastily. Then his mind thought back she had came from the other side of the hill to Langley going in the wrong direction. A black smith gets used to helping people who are running from someone it was their chief customers. Your horse need about a half hour before his shoe will harden and be ready to ride again. He smiled walking over to the area where the horses where feeding him some oats he had saved up. One silver will cover both the shoe and the food. It was less then he would normally charge but it was not hard work shoeing one hoof and the food the horse would eat was not much at all. So who exactly am i lying to? It would be nice to know who is looking for you so i know how much trouble i will get if they think i am lying. He chuckled pulling an ingot from the forge starting crafting it into another horse shoe. Langley is the other way, and you clearly have rode off in the middle of the night. I don't need to or care to know why i just want to know who is looking for you. He said softly looking up at her if she chose not to answer he would understand but he wanted her to know she was very obviously lying.
Thread: Royal Runaway (Distain and Autumn)

She started to tell him that she, in fact, was going to Langley. However, the look on his face told her that he had figured out her lie. Panic was racing through her veins, the blood boiling inside them. For a moment, she thought about running to Flame, tossing a coin at the man, and riding off before he could figure out her true identity. That would do her no good, however, if Flame threw another shoe. Fingers wove into her hair, a tell-tale sign that what she had spoken had been false. Thank you for feeding my horse. She entered the stall with her four-legged companion, rubbing her cheek against the side of his head. You're a wonderful, gentle creature and I would not trade you for any other. She cooed at the animal before reaching back for her small pack on his back. Opening it, she retrieved an even smaller pouch, pulling out two silver coins. When she emerged, he was throwing yet another question at her. This time, she froze in her stance. Gianna looked back in the direction from which she had come, obviously not knowing her geography. You won't be lying to anyone. She pulled up the sleeve of her dress, revealing a bruise she had received from playing a bit of sport with her cousins. It was wide and expansive, taking up most of the space on her upper arm. The yellow and deep purple hues were angry, and it certainly had hurt when it happened. Do you think it's right to abuse a servant? She asked him, misleading him again. She was so crafty, intentionally vague. She wasn't directly lying this time, but letting him come to his own conclusions by seeing the bruise plastered on her milky skin. When she was certain his eyes had seen enough, she pulled the sleeve back down over her arm. Tell anyone looking for me that you've seen me if you wish. I just hope you can live with condemning an innocent woman to a life not meant for her. Her voice was bitter, playing the sympathy vote. Her hand reached for his, placing the two coins into his palm. A silver for your work and another for your trouble. She coiled his fingers around it before she stepped back from him.