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

The entire exchange had been odd to Kirturok, and he had thought he was supposed to look, that the girl in red had been flaunting her body to him, to entice him to mate. Wasn't that what he was supposed to do? Look? He had made no move to actually do so, and then the outburst from Alex was also unexpected. Her heartbeat sped up, her temperature rose slightly, and then she had fled. Grabbing his sowrd Kirturok gave chase, and as he reached the front door and then moved out to the street, he could see the group of workers, the males that had given attention to Alex eaarlier. The attention that she supposedly liked but that made her change colors. Several of the men had followed her, were getting closer, and Kirturok frowned. He still had a job to do. A few running strides and he was airborne, the leap carrying him over the heads of the men, and drawing gasps from passersby on the ground. Kirturok landed, skidding to a stop just before Alex and grabbing her to put her behind him as the group of men drew closer. One of them, the largest spoke up. Hey guy. No need to hog the bitch all to yourself. There's plenty of her to go around from what we saw. One of the others spoke as well. You don't want to stir up trouble with us asshole. There's six of us and one of you. Not good odds. The man balanced a construction hammer in one hand. Kirturok's voice was low and calm, steady as he spoke. I am Kirturok of the Silver Flame. I wish you no ill will but this girl is in my charge and you'll not lay a hand on her. If you do then I will claim it as my own. A ripple of laughter passed through the group.Getta loada this guy! What a fuckin' moron. Kirturok's hand lowered to the hilt of his sword, but the leader of the group of men had remained silent, considering. If he's really Silver Flame then we don't want to mess with him boys. C'mon, there'll be another day. With a grudging sound of protest the men backed off, whispered curses and jabs under their breath and Kirturok visibly relaxed. He turned to Alex. Are you well m'Lady? I apologize for upsetting you. I was confused when she offered me a bed. It was the truth and all he could give her. Only now, in retrospect, did Kirturok put the two idea together and realize that the comely waitress had meant to offer to mate with him in the bed she offered. A strange heat suffused Kirturok's face and he dared to meet Alex's gaze. Please. Let us seek another place. Just you and I. he offered, wanting to set things right and not ruin the girl's day out. Is there a favorite place you have? he asked. ---------- Tal watched as Charlie moved toward him, her ripe breasts hanging and then rubbing along his legs, the creamy skin so soft and warm and another clear drop of pre oozed from him. Her brilliant red hair hid her face and Tal's strong right hand moved those scarlet locks away so he could watch her face. Hands on his legs brought goosebumps and then her tongue.... Tal shuddered slightly as that warm muscle swirled about his cockhead and his chest rose and fell as his breathing became shorter, more ragged, and he held Charlie's hair out of her face, their eyes locked. Then she finally took him in her mouth. That sweet warmth and wetness brought a low heated groan from him and Tal's head fell back in his pleasure, eye rolling back in his head as Charlie slid her mouth down his thick veined length. Charlotte.... my Kitten.... he said, using the possessive. The sound of her gag brought him back to her and he lifted his head. The soft wet sounds of her mouth working over his cock was like music and he felt her swallow around him briefly. Play with your pussy Kitten. I want to hear how wet you are. he told her. This was not an act of love, at least not yet, and he was lustful and passionate, and he wanted to hear all those wonderful sounds. I like it when you gag on me, Kitten. he said, encouraging her to do so. Thick ropes of drool slid from her mouth along his length as her eyes watered and she shed those tears of effort and love. The hand in her hair slid up and to the back of her head, forcing her down until he could feel the swollen bullet head of his cock enter her throat. Tal did not hold her there long, but by the time he let her up her face was red and she struggled for breath for a moment. Good girl. he praised her, treating her like the Kitten he had dubbed her. His Kitten. His pussy. He would see to it that he claimed her and made her his own, to be served by her and only her. That ahnd clenching in her hair, pulling strands taut, Tal guided the lovely young girl along his swollen dick, letting her explore and taste to her heart's content and listening for the wetness between her shapely legs.