The Abode of Peace - Scenes of Antiquity

[Mav Unlimited]

The Warrioress

He was still breathing fire. The wench has extracted the words from his mind. And her words stung him once again. They made him tighten his belly and clench his teeth. He knew she wouldn't be satisfied with what he had given her, the greedy whore that she was. He was surprised to see her fall down to her knees again. His lips parted at the same time as hers did. That warm wet feeling besieged his needy, throbbing prick once again. The silken strokes made him squirm and throb at the same time as she expertly wiggled her tongue underneath his crown, while her fingers made sure no part of his manhood felt left out.

"Fuck."

Almost a soft murmur. Hair kissed the bark once again. Malik's hips thrust forward as she slowly but surely swallowed him into her cavity. She pulled back just enough for him not to dip into her throat every time he showed his hunger. His dick throbbed against her suction while the rest of his body struggled against the restraints helplessly. Then, while he was lodged inside her, her lips as close to the thickness of his base as ever, she slid her lips off of his shaft and spoke. His eyes opened and head dipped. Not that he could see much, except the thinly clad figure, faintly visible, kneeling at his feet.

"Oh God No...don't..."

Even as the words left his mouth, he knew his mind, along with his body had betrayed him once again. He hated his own guts right now. He had almost pleaded before her not to stop. He had known it all along. It wasn't going to be that simple. She would tease the words out of him eventually. He was not getting what he needed from her, until she had gotten what she wanted from him.

"Words.? You want more words? Fuck you!"

Malik groaned softly and paused for a moment before continuing. His breath shuddered in the darkness as the night progressed. Her voice had been soft but commanding. If he wasn't in a highly aroused state, he could have sworn he had heard that voice before. She was definitely one of the whores that he had been with. But who?

"I want to fuck you. That's what I want!"

The truth actually was that he wanted Her to fuck him. One and the same thing, right? Not necessarily. She was the one in control. And the dragon wanted to purr for her. He just didn't know he wanted to.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

There was something….

A sense perhaps of his inner conflict. The struggle. Oh, how powerful was the ego, the arrogance of it all. Of course he wanted to fuck her. He was a male. Her inner demon prodded.

She released her hold on his cock and stood before him again. Her fingers slid down her thighs, reaching for the hem of her shift and began inching the material upwards. It slid up her body, revealing the tops of her thighs. It slid over her pelvic region and hips. They were in a public area. Even though they were well hidden by the low hanging branches of the tree and the darkness of the night. The material slid further upward, exposing a curved hip, a small waistline, a delicate ribcage, marked here and there by scars. Most of it couldn’t be seen. A final tug and the material slid free from her head and she let it fall from her fingers to float to the ground.

“Just what would you like to fuck, dragon?”

Her taunt was soft, hinted with satisfaction. She cupped her own breasts, her nails raking over the nipples.

“Perhaps you want to fuck these. Or perhaps this?”

She turned her back to him, running her hands down over the swell of her buttocks. Her fingertips lightly tracing the line between each cheek.

“Or perhaps this?”

She turned back toward him, letting her fingers travel up her thighs to their juncture. There was a small smirk on her lips as she stood in front of him. There was a look in her eyes. Smug. Arrogant. Satisfaction.

She pressed her body back against his. Tightly. Her palms rested on either side of his head, against the tree. Her lips found his ear.

“Or perhaps…”

Her whisper became a menacing purr.

“You want me to fuck you instead. Just imagine it…”

She rubbed her naked body against his exposed one.

“The knight, taming a dragon and making him purr.”

 

[Mav Unlimited]

The Warrioress

His manhood felt devoid of her touch as she released her grip over him, his eyes gazing down at her in the darkness. He could still see her although not too clearly. But the womanly curves that were thinly clad in the fabric of her shift couldn't be disguised even by the lack of sunlight. Those dangerous curves began exposing themselves as she removed her clothing and let it fly down towards the ground like a ghost dressed in white. It would haunt him for the rest of his life. He noticed the edges, the slim waist and her ample bosom. The scars were almost invisible to him at the moment.

Right until the time she spoke again, his entire being had been pulsing in silence against the tree he was bound to. Her words made him open his eyes slightly wider. His lips parted as she displayed her plump breasts to him, their outline clearly visible, her claws scratching lightly over the taut buds. He knew how they felt against his body. Both her claws and her breasts. It made him throb.

She was teasing him. Mercilessly. Her next action was proof enough. Malik's mouth opened further and a low guttural sound was heard as she turned around to present her round bottom. As if he wanted to tell her Yes! Yes I want to fuck that! Your tits. Your ass. Your cunt. Your mouth. But he uttered none of those words. He didn't need to. His needy groans and the shameless reactions his body was showing her, were enough to tell her what he wanted. Was he going to get it? Probably not. Definitely not in the way the man inside him desired it. The bitch would make him cry before she let him do what he wanted consensually.

Her tone and her voice was full of arrogance and satisfaction. He knew she was smirking somewhere in the dark. If only he could see the expressions on her face. Or maybe not. It was better this way. His voice shuddered just a bit as he finally spoke. A thrust of his hips forward just as she was about to turn back to face him.

"I want to fuck each..."

His head rested back against the tree as her nude front clung to his, lips finding the side of his head once again.

"...and every inch..."

Her feminine purr was anything but innocent. It had a threatening undertone to it. A chill ran down his spine as she whispered her next words.

"...of your whorish body."

He almost started imagining it...It is what he had in mind all along, wasn't it? To be fucked by this woman? Now, to his own surprise, he started imagining being tamed by her while she made him purr. The dark meat between his legs rubbed against her tender flesh. It ached for her as her body started grinding against his. Another thrust of his hips. Then he found himself grinding against her like a slut. That's what she had called him! Her Slut! He growled. He was afraid the pre-cum might have started dribbling down already. Malik felt as if he was sweating in the cold.

"Yes."

A soft plea. Desperate. Almost sounded as if he was begging her to end the torture of her taunts and fuck him. It was an answer to all her questions she had asked him so far.

A Yes.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

Words. She felt a certain satisfaction from hearing them. Even more, was the satisfaction of having them rung from him by his own acknowledgment. They tasted sweet. The was darkness in every soul, her own included. He would probably never forgive her for this, not that she was seeking his forgiveness. She wouldn’t.

“Every woman is a whore to you, aren’t they?”

Her words breathed into his ear. Her hand slid between their bodies until her palm slid under his balls and her fingers squeezed around them delicately.

Her naked warmth pressed against him. Her hand released their captives before it slid up and over the full length him stretched out across her lower abdomen. Soft, full lips teased the shell of his ear before they started a trail down his neck and ran the length of his body until they brushed against the inflamed crown of his manhood.

On her knees before him once more, her lips parted allowing her tongue to snake out and taste him. It was her timetable, her determination of when and how. Fingers curved around the thick base, holding him out for her mouth. Her head dipped, letting the slope of the head glide across the roof of her mouth. Her tongue curved under his length as it entered her mouth, stroking it. A little suction to draw him deeper, accompanied by the movement of her lips moving across his length, pausing, then sinking deeper.

Painstakingly, perhaps agonizingly slow, his cock filled her mouth, sliding across the surface of her tongue until the head rubbed against the furthest wall of her mouth. There was no place else to go but to slide down her throat.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

The Warrioress

She was absolutely right. Every woman was a whore to him. At least here in the Abode. It was a whorehouse after all, wasn't it? Except one. She wasn't just a whore. Not for him. She was his whore, if at all. His angel. Amaya. They say the speed of your mind is faster than anything else. Malik had experienced it first hand over the course of the past several weeks. And right now, even as the Warrioress purred in his ear, he imagined as if his angel was whispering sweet nothings to him. He could hear her voice in his head. As if she was the one standing right there in that black night, seducing him.

Her touch brought his thoughts back to where they belonged. His angel was on her knees. No! It wasn't his angel. It was the psycho bitch that was seducing him into a puddle. The dragon groaned in pleasure before growling at her, twitching against the naked flesh of her stomach, as she captured his nut sac in her fingers and gave it a squeeze. If he didn't exercise the control that he did over his own body, he would have erupted against her right then. Her mouth wasn't behind as it teased his ear before running down his body and teasing the thick velvety head of his male pride. Pride that she now held captive. Pride that he was shamelessly pressing forward against her as she stroked it's ego in the wickedest way possible.

"Yes."

There it was. Another one. Her tongue slid over the engorged tip before she took him into the warm wetness of her mouth. He threw his head back and surrendered. His mind did anyway, if it hadn't already. She felt like warm apple pie over his dark meat. She maneuvered his aching stiffness inside her mouth expertly, making him utter soft moans of pleasure that he never knew he was capable of. The suction made him throb against the slick walls, wanting to be buried deep between her thighs once again. She started swallowing him, deeper and deeper, her mouth working down his shaft just like that of a well trained prostitute.

He grew larger and harder with every inch that sunk down towards her throat, as if he never wanted to return from the depth of her cavity, his hips greedily thrusting towards the wench, accompanied by another desperate low grunt.

"Yes. More."

Of course he wanted more. She had driven him to the point from where it was difficult to return. Not only had she tied him up, but he was in a position to give her anything she wanted, physically, as well as verbally. He was afraid if she started asking him more questions, all she might be able to hear were incoherent sounds and wanton growls of his arousal.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

The feeling of conquest was heady. He had not capitulated fully but was well on his way to doing so. He thought she was a whore of the Abode. Contrary to his thinking, not every female in this place was a whore. There was a price on her head. Where better to hide than among the fallen women of the brothel? She paid the establishment quite well for the deception.

Fingers found his testicles again, closing around them before her fingers started to gently roll them.. His sac was heavy, full. They swirled with the essence of his masculinity; the very essence he was going to deliver to her heated mouth. Her lips worked the length of his hot, swollen flesh. At first slowly, dragging out the movement of her lips sliding down then retreating. The increased tempo was a gradual thing. Her focus wasn’t to insure pleasure so much as it was to conquer.

What was it about this man that took any part of the goodness in her soul and turned it into a dark thing? She had never encountered such a need within her until he had shown up in her room that first time. She clearly hadn’t given thought to her actions. She wasn’t out to subjugate men in general. Often, as she stared up at the night sky or the ceiling of her room, she wondered what drove her.

Her tongue pressed him to the roof of her mouth before stroking it. The suction of her mouth pulsed around him. Tugging. Pulling. Her lips withdrew until they were only wrapped around the rim of the head. Her tongue lashed over it, stroking boldly. Pausing across the sensitive head before flicking against the slit there, barely burrowing into it with the tip of her tongue. She tasted his pre-cum and pressed the cock head to the roof of her mouth, rubbing him there. The rippling sensation of her sucking drawing out what there was. It was merely a taste. She wanted more than that. She drew him into the depth of her mouth once more.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

The Warrioress

Did she feel the cold night air against her delicate skin as she sat there kneeling in front of him with his shattered pride in her mouth? Was she as hot as he had gotten, and forgotten just how low the temperature around them had dropped? Perhaps. The temperature between their bodies however was only rising. Higher and higher with each stroke as she manipulated him using her lips, tongue and her fingers.

He knew she was not here to give him pleasure, even though what she wanted could not be achieved without that. She was here to control his mind and capture his soul. Devil bitch! Her words and actions tonight had assured him she was not ready to take no for an answer either. She wanted to make the dragon purr. She wanted to tame him. The soft moans of pleasure every time her tongue stroked the thick dark shaft of his pole and its sensitive throbbing tip, the low guttural noises that left his mouth without consent each time her fingers squeezed his nuts and her lips created a vacuum of sorts, and the greedy and needy thrusts of his flesh towards her as she swallowed him into her depths were more than enough to make anyone believe that her plan was working. She was using him just the way she had wanted to.

Malik tugged at the restraints that were holding his arms back, while the flesh around his ankles dug into the shackles around them. She was driving him insane. It was a slow and steady rise but it made him squirm and groan in desperation as well as pleasure, as her tongue bathed his cock without relenting, teasing the pre-cum out of him. His stomach tightened now and then. The muscles in his legs contracted before relaxing each time he felt as if he was in control. He was anything but in control. She had snatched it away from him like taking candy from a little kid. It was infuriating, humiliating, and it hurt him inwardly in ways he had never been hurt. He wasn't sure though where this darkness had suddenly emerged from inside him, that was so eager to submit to this woman that he thought he hated.

Her jaws snapped shut over his aching, trembling manhood once again, gulping him down as her lips advanced down towards the base. Malik threw his head back and moaned out loud as she sent shudders of pleasure throughout his depraved being, making him wonder how long he was going to last before her.

"Yes!"

His anthem continued.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

Feeling him slide down her throat, running the surface of her tongue over him, gave her a sense of control she hadn’t felt since the last time they had been together. Even that time, it had been something she experienced rarely and it, in all truth, felt wonderful. Most of her life she had been at the mercies of something, someone or another. She had finally, one day, taken control of her life and got herself armor made, found a teacher of the blade and worked hard to achieve competency and understanding. She had not realized she needed this control as well, not until this one had stepped into her room that night.

She could feel the heat in him. Not the body heat they gave off. This was the heat within. The desire, the need, to fulfill a journey started with deliberate seduction. Everything she was sure he was feeling, that he refused to voice, were the very things many of the women of the Abode felt. It was time to turn the tables and it could easily begin with him.

The heat of her mouth rippled around him rhythmically as she drew him as deeply as she could. Her fingers released his sac. One of them journeyed beyond, teasing the dark crevice that lie between the globes of his buttocks.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

The Warrioress

His pulsating rod slid in and out from between her lips, stretching her mouth wider than it probably ever had been before. Malik liked to believe that. It gave him at least some kind of satisfaction and soothed his hurt ego, knowing she was pleasuring her mouth, and would eventually, her other crevices, using his manhood. The heat radiating from his shaft could be felt against the wetness of her cavity. He couldn't see the action that was happening just a few inches below where he was breathing fire, but the sensations surging through his body made him groan and growl against the tree like a caged animal.

He felt her fingers move away from his balls that were now full of his semen. She was handling him quite expertly. Pushing him towards the edge slowly, but not letting him dive off it. Each lash of her tongue, every caress and squeeze of her fingers, and the seductive suction with which her lips fucked his cock made him quiver and want more. The Warrioress exerted utter control over her dragon now. He wondered if she was always this way. But whether or not she was, she sure was good at it.

It caught him unaware. At first, he thought her hand had merely drifted over his buttock, maybe to squeeze it or grab it for a better handle while she devoured him into her mouth. But it didn't stop there. It moved further back and underneath, between the firm cheeks. Malik's lower body shuddered. His muscles contracted as he squirmed with a surprised growl of protest. What in the world was she doing trying to press her finger against his asshole? Then it suddenly hit him as he looked down at her crouched form in the darkness.

"What the..."

He shifted and tugged at the restraints as if he needed to get out of them right that instant. Clearly audible sounds of objection followed. He wanted that finger of hers as far away from his butt as possible. It scared him because at the moment, there was nothing he could do if she did decide to do what he thought she had in mind. He had been right. The woman was one twisted wench. To fuck his cock without consent was one thing. To finger him like that was a totally different one. There was no way in hell this was happening to him.

"What do you think you are doing?"

Maybe he was making too big of a deal of it all. Maybe she was just teasing him. Or maybe her finger, as if with a mind of its own, had accidentally travelled where it was forbidden to go. Maybe it would retreat. And never venture into that territory again. Maybe.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

Her fingertips trailed along the dark crevice that hid a darker portal. She had caught him unaware. Her fingertips dipped deeper, brushing against the opening and felt it tighten in response. Her mouth never ceased moving on him nor her tongue. It wickedly curled, caressed, stroked along the full length of him engaged in the dark, wet, heated interior.

Again, she ignored his question. One single fingertip pressed against that tightly guarded entrance. Just pressed. For now.

Her lips pulled back, tugging on his flesh as they did so. Her teeth lightly scraping across the surface length. Her tongue following behind, lapping over the scraped surface. Grasping the base with her free hand, she tugged her lips free. Holding him straight out in front of her. She spared his face a brief glance before her eyes locked onto the sight of the globular head. Her tongue snaked out, the flat side licking across the surface. She drug out the motion as slowly as she could. The fingertip pressed against his anal opening threatened to enter him…..

 

[Mav Unlimited]

The Warrioress

She was neither teasing him, nor had her actions been accidental. The wretched finger continued it's dark journey along the crack between his now as-firmly-as-they-could-be clenched butt cheeks, while his poor manhood throbbed inside the wet, sultry cavern of her mouth. He couldn't keep his muscles contracted for ever. Her fingers snuck into the gap and began sliding against the forbidden opening that Malik, never in his wildest dreams, imagined anyone thinking about, let alone touching. This woman was just pushing the boundaries. He wanted to free his hands and...

There was another growl of defiance as his chained body violently struggled between the tree and her lips, their velvet touch sliding over his prick, stroking and making it purr for her. He felt her eyes on him even in the darkness as one finger remained stuck between the firm globes of his buttocks, not ready to budge. It remained pressed against his anus as if it didn't need permission if she wanted to enter. Fuck No! There was no way this bitch was going to... Malik groaned inwardly, breathed fire and shuddered in her mouth as her teeth grazed over his shaft. Her tongue made him twitch as he tried to calm himself down. It wasn't working.

"No!"

Malik shook his head and grunted. He was telling her...no...begging her not to press her finger any further than she had. His cheeks squeezed her slender finger as much as they could while he tried to block her advances. Would he be successful? Would she retreat? What did she really want? Was this just another ploy to make him squirm for her, so she could exert her control over him and make him feel like the whores of the Abode? What was the deal with this woman? The slow seduction that her tongue was imparting onto his leaking, throbbing, and aching cock didn't help in controlling any other muscles of his body. Her finger remained just where she wanted it to be, and there was nothing the big man could do to prevent her from invading his ass. The engorged head whimpered against her tongue.

A few hours ago, Malik would have given anything to be freed from the clutches of the Warrioress. Now, he wanted nothing more than for her to fuck him and leave him there, clothes, naked, he didn't care. Just spare my ass, was all he was thinking. Get the bloody finger away from there. The rage began surfacing once again. His body could not have gotten any hotter in the chilly night air as beads of sweat began forming on the forehead and temples.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

His lack of consent was clearly evident. Her fingertip moved in a slow circle across the tightly puckered hole, pressing lightly. Her tongue paused before lifting from his cock head.

“No?”

Her tone was clearly amused.

“You can’t stop me if it’s what I wish, dragon. I know it. You know it. You don’t want my finger invading you?”

Her words came to a pause as she licked him like a dog might lick its favorite bone. The she turned her eyes up to his face.

“Beg me. Let me hear you beg me to stop.”

What was he more afraid of? What she would achieve or her finger? She sat back on her heels, her face turned up to his, her hand slowly stroking the full hot length of him from base to rim.

A battle of wills? Hardly. They both knew it. It was more like the cat toying with the mouse.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

The Warrioress

Her finger was like a thorn between his cheeks that he wished was poking him anywhere else but against his asshole right now. He shifted. He growled. He shook his body against the shackles. He clenched and tightened his ass as much as he could, hoping it would not allow her to proceed with her plan. They both knew that was not going to help, given the position he was in.

Malik's back, arched against the tree, his neck and his arms were beginning to ache slightly. His manhood was at the mercy of her tongue that was sliding over his rigidly vibrating pole with the intent of pleasuring it in the wickedest way possible. Her words hit his ears and his doubt was confirmed. She wanted him to beg. The man had never begged to anyone for anything in his entire life. It was not something he was used to.

As her tongue withdrew and she turned her face up towards him, he grunted down at her like a wild animal and tugged at the restraints. Her fingers gripped his prick once again as it throbbed against her curved palm. He knew what he had to do even if it was excruciatingly painful. He needed to request her to stop. The dragon had to beg to this woman and make her withdraw her finger. He closed his eyes, pursed his lips, shoved his own head back against the bark before realizing the pain he felt at the back and groaned in more agony. Then his eyes opened and his head dipped, trying to find her below him in the darkness.

"I beg you to stop..."

...you psycho woman!

The last three words were not spoken. Merely thought. He sounded anything but happy. His tone was slightly mocking. The breathing didn't slow. The fire was still pouring from different crevices on his face. His mind was going nuts. So was his body. Squirming and whimpering for its molester. It was like a one sided battle. And she was not even fighting. She had already won.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

His words.

Her choice.

Her fingertips, in the crack of his ass, pressed a final time against him before they whispered away, trailing back down and across his testicles. She rolled them in her fingers as her lips parted and she pushed her head forward again, sliding him across the surface of her tongue until she could feel him touch the back of her throat. Her tongue pressed him against the roof of her mouth with a slight stroking action as the suckling against him grew stronger. She paused only long enough to rub the very tip of her tongue across the expanse of the sensitive head engulfed in the warm wet recess of her mouth.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

The Warrioress

A final gasp. A final moan. A growl followed by a sigh of relief. She withdrew her finger from his sacred place as her hand moved back again over his nut sac. The part of his body that held the essence of his pride. The same pride that she was toying with. Her fingers slid over his testicles at the same time as her luscious lips parted and began swallowing his cock once again.

Malik's body arched. His head rested against the bark of the tree. His lower body thrust forward, wanting more of the warm dampness that her sweet wicked mouth provided him. The suction grew stronger. Her tongue bathed his shaft with saliva and his throbbing mushroom swelled inside her. The precum continued to ooze from between the slit in his thick head. But his body was begging for release now. His breath was ragged. The sound from his throat was low and guttural.

"Fuck."

The dragon squirmed as his hips moved back and forth to the rhythm of her strokes, although the movement was not enough for him. She had trapped his prick inside her, all the way down her throat, controlling the speed with which she slid her lips over the length of his rod. It made him groan in pleasure as well as agony. The pleasure of her talent being executed on his genitals and his mind. The agony of the slow, sensual teasing that she was imparting. Another soft growl escaped his lips.

"Faster."

He was used to giving commands. He would have to learn.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

He spoke.

“Faster.”

It wasn’t a plea. It was a demand.

Her mouth suddenly became agonizingly slow. Leisurely. Pressing the warm steel to the roof of her mouth and holding it there with suction, her teeth found the ultra sensitive spot below the rim of his cock head and nibbled. Ever so lightly. It wasn’t her intent to hurt but to drive him insane. Her teeth nibbled and was swiftly followed by a stroke of her tongue. She alternated for a few moments.

The devil inside her was tormenting, urging her to let her fingers slip once more between the cheeks of his ass. She held it at bay. One could push a soul only so far. He had found her twice now and had no reason not to believe he wouldn’t again and when that time came, she was not going to push his boundary, she planned to redefine it.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

The Warrioress

Her mouth teased him mercilessly. She hit the breaks with expertise, her teeth scraping over the sensitive portion of his manhood as if her mouth was shifting gears to slow down and torture him further. He moaned and buckled. The wetness of her tongue followed. Her teeth sent shivers through his body. His wrists and ankles rubbed against the iron. His entire upper body strained against the tree as she manipulated him. He grunted again, feeling the cold night air against the sweat that was beginning to form over much of his flesh.

"Fuck me."

Another demand. Or was it a plea? He was not in a position to make demands. She would decide what it was either way. He whimpered this time as if the candy was being snatched away from him. He needed it. He needed to cum. Inside her. Outside. Anywhere. Now. His cock was begging, aching, and throbbing for her.

"Faster..."

He almost said Please.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

Next time, she’d stuff his mouth too. He wasn’t irritating her at the moment. She rather enjoyed hearing the words from his lips as if they were reluctantly torn from him. She was just perverse enough to not heed everything. Her mouth continued to fuck him but as for the faster?

Her hand left his sac, fingers encircling the base of his rigidity, moving on it with a hypnotic, sensual, slow pace while the mechanisms of her mouth and the movement of her tongue tormented his flesh further. He’d reach his pinnacle, of that she was sure of. But the explosion that was coming, she could feel the tenseness in his body, would be agonizingly slow and explosive. Dying a small death? Was there any other way?

The fingertips of her free hand slid between his legs, brushing back and forth against the back of his testicles where they hung from his body to the beginning of the line he did not want her to delve into. The touch was teasingly promising and would, she hoped, keep him on the edge. At least, until she was ready to release him from it.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

The Warrioress

She was driving him out of his mind. Her fingers moved from his sac to the lower end of the rigidity that was protruding like a helpless piece of meat from his body, begging to be pleasured and fucked by this enchantress. It pulsed silently in the night as her fingers moved over it with definite but excruciatingly slow strokes. Her touch, feminine, had an amazing control to it.

He was beginning to purr for her even though the primal growls didn't stop. They were mixed with the desperate moans and whimpers that she elicited out of him so easily now. Her other hand ventured into dark territory once again, taunting him. He knew she had withdrawn her fingers once. Would she attempt it again? Was she going to be make him beg once again? And if he did, would she retreat? He didn't see the purpose of this stupid exercise. He had reached the point where she could get whatever she wanted from him. Was this just a game for her?

"You..."

He shifted and another low guttural sound followed. Flesh struggled against shackles, but lightly. He felt her fingertips against the bridge that separated his tightly puckered asshole from his testicles. His breathing was abrupt. She was hinting at something, as if there would come a time when that finger of hers would not relent. Malik did not want to think such a day ever existed in the future.

"No."

Buttocks clenched once again in anticipation. Hips moved. His prick twitched against her lips in anticipation of her actions. His entire body from his feet up to his neck tensed as if the wave was going to hit him anytime.

"Please."

The hardest word he ever had to utter. It was not just a plea for her to release the hand which was dangling behind his sac. It was also a request for his own release. He needed it more than ever. At least it felt that way.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

She retreated. Again.

Rising up, she let her palms slip across the plane of his chest. Her lips pressed against his jaw, moving along the bone in a leisurely fashion until her lips found the shell of his ear. Her body pressed against his. The external cold of the night had made their flesh cold but with body against body, given internal heat, it didn’t take long for their bodies to warm.

“Me?”

Her whisper held a sultry, silky, teasing tone.

“Yes.”

Her hand slipped down to grasp his testicles, giving them a firm squeeze as the tip of her tongue traced the shell of his ear. A single finger slipped between the crack of his ass and pressed against the tight masculine bud, entering minimally and began to pump slightly in and out. Her final word in response to his please….

“No.”

It was breathed into his ear as her tormenting finger departed. Her fingers wrapped around his cock. She marveled at the heat emanating from it, despite the cold that surrounded them. Stroking the length of it no more than twice. He wasn’t far from an orgasm, she sensed. Though it would have given her satisfaction to have wrung it from him, she wanted something more. His capitulation. Surrender. To her. So, she denied them both. This time.

Stepping away, she moved behind him, taking the chain from around her neck that held the key to his bindings. Pressing it into his hand before swiftly moving around to his side.

“Careful, dragon. Drop the key and who knows how long you will be out here.”

The taunt was deliberate and feminine.

“Until next time.”

Giving his cheek a small hard pat, she slipped off into the darkness, pausing only to snag up her shift.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

The Warrioress

Her lips moved away from his ache. She left his need throbbing between the shackled legs, rising up. Her warm, supple body pressed against him, his buttocks and upper back rubbing against the roughness of the bark that he had gotten used to by now. Her palms felt the bare expanse of his chest before her hot, wet mouth seductively whispered to him, causing a twitch and a soft moan to escape his lips. His prick squirmed between their bellies, as did the rest of him between her and the tree.

What did she mean by...Yes...he wondered. She collected his sac between her fingers and gripped them firmly. He shook in pain as well as pleasure with a desperate groan, his eyes rolling back inside the skull, her tongue causing that delightful warmth to spread across his body. The sensations were overwhelming as Malik quivered under her spell. It took him a moment to realize where that wicked finger of hers was. It was already pushing against the tight little opening between his cheeks as if pumping in and out of him. And it felt good, even though he hadn't noticed it yet.

Malik growled, grunted and struggled violently against her touch as soon as he realized what she was doing even though he knew he couldn't really do anything against her will. But she was already withdrawing her finger by then. What had just happened? Had he actually enjoyed the sensation or just not noticed it, losing himself in the flow of emotions? At least he hadn't felt any pain or displeasure. Surely she hadn't penetrated him much, maybe just the fingertip poking in and out. But still! Her last word sent shudders throughout his core, as it reverberated inside him.

Her hand wrapped around his dark flesh but not for long. As he opened his eyes, the metal placed between his fingers made him suddenly aware of what was happening. The woman was going to leave him hanging. Deny him the orgasm that she had been promising all this time. He now wondered whether she had promised him anything at all? Other than...he shook once again, dismissing the thought of her finger inside his ass. She had also promised him that she would tame him and make him purr. At the moment though, he was furious and anything but purring as she disappeared into the night. He could not believe it.

Clutching the metal tightly in his palm he leaned back against the tree and closed his eyes for a few seconds, trying to breathe normally. It didn't happen. The deliberate feminine taunt ringed in his ears as he fumed and breathed fire, while freeing himself using the keys, which he was not going to drop no matter what. First his wrists came free, then his ankles. The shackles were removed and flung away in the darkness. The memory of her patting his cheek made his nose flare as he stood near the tree. Turning slowly, his eyes shot up, his hand reached to grab the handle of the weapon that she had planted into the bark. Malik pulled it out, only to shove it back into the wood again. And again. And again. He couldn't remember how many times he did it.

A thunderous roar was heard in the silent night only minutes after the Warrioress had vanished and left the poor dragon, shattered, helpless, and wanting more. Wanting Her.

Until next time, she had said. The wench knew he would come back to her. Her confidence and arrogance excited and angered him at the same time. He would definitely find her again. And this time, she would not have any weapons even within running distance of her. He wanted to see the face behind that mask. Even if it meant for him to go through and search the brothel, one whore at a time, before he found who he was looking for.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

The Search

Was he ready to see her yet?

After weeks of unfruitful results, there was no where else left to go but to her. His angel. Amaya. He had shoved his prick into each and every feminine hole in the brothel during the past several days. He had been rummaging through the whorehouse like a madman on a mission, throwing coin away as if it grew on trees in his backyard. His demeanor had sometimes scared and sometimes excited the women as they willingly offered themselves to him. Those that had resisted were only offered more money. That shut most of them up. Those that still complained were left alone, but only after he would make sure they weren't the ones he was looking for as he would move on to the next victim. The sex had been anything but gentle and passionate. The dragon had pent up anger building inside him ever since the Warrioress had disrobed, disarmed, and raped him with minimal effort, stripping him of all his masculinity and pride. And she had done it more than once. The more agonizing part of it was that a part of him wanted it to happen again. A part of him, a big part, wanted to visit the woman who had teased, tortured and left him hanging during their last encounter, with a promise. A promise that still sent shivers right to his core. Malik had no intention of unleashing either his anger or his built up sexual energy on Amaya. Besides, he knew how she had reacted the last time he went to her, with the thoughts of another woman inside his head. She was different. Unlike any other. The other whores didn't care. They just fucked him for the money. Or rather this time, pretty much got their cunts, asses, and mouths split for money, as he unfurled a wave of sexual terror inside the brothel. Not a single female was spared. Clothes were ripped apart into pieces if they had not been already removed. Bodies were slammed against walls, windows, and furniture. Hair was used only as a means to support or hold onto something, when not being yanked or pulled, while unbridled lust and wet heat filled the rooms of the abode. Screams of pain and pleasure could be heard outside in the passage ways. Each time he visited the place, he was afraid of hurting or killing someone. Fortunately, for him, all the women were still alive and breathing. None of the authorities had complained yet. If they did, he would deal with them too. Weapons were put away only after he was sure the woman didn't resemble the Warrioress in any way. He still hadn't found what he was searching for though. Where was the wicked witch? His rage had subsided to a level much lower than it had been when he had released himself from the tree using the key that was given to him, just before she had vanished into the night, after sexing him up mercilessly. He wasn't sure if he wanted to slit her throat or kneel in front of her at times. At the moment though, he was contemplating the warmest, darkest and yet the most peaceful place in the entire abode. Amaya's room.

Was he ready to see her yet?

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Amaya

The whole brothel was aflame with whispers. Amaya couldn't have pretended she didn't hear them and even if she could? The pitying looks she got were almost more than she could bear. Some of the whores of the Abode strutted around like they were something special as they bragged, openly, of their encounters with Malik.

She hid in the church during the day. At night the bitches were too busy spreading their thighs wide for any man who had a good sized purse. It didn't matter the size of the cock or if it could perform. It was always about the money.

Malik didn't love her. Maybe he did care about her in his own strange way. Was he so dispassionately disconnected from his cock that he could simply jam it in any hole he wanted and not care? Maybe he didn't have a feeling about any one of the whores, but he was on a mission, like a man demented. Someone had stirred him to some sort of violent feeling and it hadn't been her. However, she knew, without a reservation, it was a woman. More than likely the same one that had disturbed him the last time. How ironic.

She stretched out on one of the wooden pews, using her cloak as a blanket and her hands as a pillow. A soft soulful sigh from her lips stirred the dust mites that were her companions. Long sooty eyelashes fanned her cheeks. Her head hurt so badly, but not as badly as her heart. Just a short nap. Maybe that would help. She'd return later to her room.

A single tear slid out from under a closed lid, coursing down her cheek, across her neck and got lost somewhere in the hair resting against the nape of her neck.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Amaya

After hours and days of contemplating, Malik reached the conclusion that even though he had to, he would never really be ready to visit her. Not after what he had done. She must have surely heard about his escapades by now. What must have she thought? Felt? And if she hadn't heard about it, she must not have visited the brothel in weeks. He doubted the latter. He couldn't help it. At least he wouldn't be going, if at all, to her this time with thoughts of some other woman in his head. Was that even possible after what the Wariorress had done to him? Maybe, maybe not. He sure as hell was trying to get her out of his head. It wasn't easy.

Why was he worried so much about what Amaya would think or feel? It wasn't like he was in love with her. Was he? He had deep feelings for the woman. But love? Malik shrugged as he sat drinking at one of the tables in the halls of the Abode. Slamming the vessel over the counter he got up and headed straight for her room. She wasn't there. Again! This was the seventh time in the last five days that he was going to return without being able to see her. He suddenly remembered her mentioning that she visited the church often. That's the place she had given all his coins to. Maybe he could find her there.

He hoped she hadn't left the Abode for good after the news of his ruthless endeavors had reached her ears. He was ready to set foot into a church for her. He was ready to get down onto his knees and pray if need be to see her. But if she was really gone or if he couldn't find her ever again, it was sure to drive him mad. He was afraid he would go on a killing streak and his first victim would be the Warrioress. No doubt about that. Fuming like the dragon he was, Malik entered through the door and walked in slowly.

He glanced around in the nearly void of people but humongous hall as he approached the front from between the long wooden benches placed on either side of him. He stopped abruptly, his peripheral vision alerting him of a dark shape lying on one of the pews on his left. His breath quickened instantly as he realized it might be her. He couldn't see her face clearly but he knew her well enough to recognize her from a distance. He had to confirm though. She was lying on the bench inside the church, her gaze turned away from where he was standing at the moment. He turned left and took a few paces towards where she was, looking down. He had found her. She was safe and sound. The difficult part lay ahead.

"Amaya!"

Towering over her crouched figure, the word left his mouth in a breathy whisper that echoed the relief as well as fear of discovering his angel.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

His voice was the last one Amaya wanted to hear. She sat up abruptly, her hand swiping across her cheek, insuring that her weakness wasn't showing. Refusing, or maybe because she just couldn't, to look at him. Conflicting emotions roiled through her. Hurt. Disappointment. Anger. Humiliation. More anger. More hurt. She scrambled to her feet and walked a few feet away from him, keeping her back to him.

"Malik. What are you doing here? You never step foot in a church or have you come to seek atonement?"

Her hands fisted at her sides. The burden she bore felt almost too much to bear at times. She had no one else to blame for it but herself. Time and time again, she wondered why she had done what she had and there were no answers forthcoming.

Her shoulders visibly squared and she turned to face him, but still she could not bring her eyes to his. What did he want? Had he come looking for her? Why? What need could he possibly have for her at the moment? He had just worked his way through the whole brothel, at great expense, no less. Apparently, he didn't need her for anything. She wanted to believe it didn't matter. It was laughable. She had fallen into the age old trap of believing in him, in allowing herself to start to believe she meant something more to him than just being his personal whore. She bit down on her bottom lip. She would not cry. Not now. Not in front of him. She tasted blood. How stupid was she? To think for one moment---- she lived in a brothel, the most profitable one. She was a whore.

"What do you want, Malik? It's apparent you don't need me for anything."

Her voice bounced off the simple bare walls. There was no one in this golden place but the two of them with the icons of divinity looking on. Oddly, she had come to find this place soothing. A balm for her aching soul. When had she let him in? When had she started to care? She had spent the last two days trying to eject him from her mind and her hear--- it just hurt too much.