The Abode of Peace - Scenes of Antiquity

[Mav Unlimited]

Amaya

If he was in possession of a time machine, he could go back. Not just to the day before he decided to work his prick through the brothel, painting every whore that was eager to succumb to his masculine force, but all the way back to the day he had dared to follow the then unknown, and still mostly...well, unknown but deadly intriguing, Warrioress into her chambers. He could. But would he? Even if he somehow was able to? Malik wasn't entirely sure. Such was the lure of the forbidden darkness. Even for a man like him. Enticing. Alluring. Seductive. Fatal.

He hadn't been thinking. He had just been doing. Doing one pretty thing after another. Filled with rage, frustration, humiliation, and helplessness. Feeling as if he had no other choice. He had squandered away a lot of his wealth in the process, but that was the least of his worries. He knew Amaya was beyond angry with him, but he also knew that her emotions were rooted in her love for him, and the betrayal and humiliation his actions had dumped on her. He knew women were different from men. They couldn't simply let go of everything that they were feeling when desire of the flesh took over. It was probably much simpler for men to do that. For women, it was difficult, but maybe not impossible, he thought. Either way, he was not ready to let her go.

"You're right."

Even though he answered her with the same husky tone, it was short and dismissing. He was neither interested in her lectures, nor in defending himself. Malik's front was poking her behind intently while he continued to whisper in her ear and drag his lips across her tender, sensitive skin, flicking his tongue out once in a while to trace the outlines of her ear, graze his teeth along her creamy flesh, or taste its freshness by suckling softly using his mouth. His facial hair rubbed against her smoothness each time his lips found a different spot over her neck, shoulders, or her cheeks. His hand that was clutching her arm slid up and down in a slow motion before it reached her throat. Malik did not grab or squeeze her neck this time, but gently opened his fist to caress her throat with his fingers, gliding them down in a dull fashion all the way to her cleavage. His other arm was gripping her waist tight enough not to let her make any sudden movements with her body or her trapped arm.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

He was so warm and hard, in several places, against her back. His acknowledgement meant little, given his tone. How could he be so…. dismissive? How could men separate their feelings from their cocks? And did nothing of what she felt mean anything to him or had all his blood drained from his heart to his lower body? He kept whispering in her ear. His lips continued to move across her skin while his tongue, his teeth, tried to lure her away from thoughts, feelings, other than desire and need. Her fingers curled into fists on both hands. His hand was at her throat and while it was not suppressing her air supply, she knew if she made any sudden move with her free hand back toward any of his body parts within reach, his hand would soon do just that.

“I’m not in the mood for sex, Malik. How else can I make that clear to you? Do you think you can actually seduce me into it?”

A low growl of frustration with him reverberated through her body. With him. With herself. Some small part of his planned seduction was worming itself under her defenses.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Amaya

Her body felt soft and feminine against his hardness. Her curves clung to his skin as he held her tightly against his torso. His fingers were dangerously close to her breasts as they hovered over her cleavage. Then a quick flick sent the top button of her garment flying toward the side wall, hitting it before landing on to the floor. His eyes, lips, tongue, and mouth were however only focused on the flesh before him. Tender, juicy, white against his darkness. How he had missed her. And all she could think of was to hurt him back. Hadn't she missed him? He knew she had.

His tunic slid down her upper arm as they both shifted on the bed while his lips traced a path sideways from her neck to the now exposed part of her shoulder. His fingers were barely brushing just above her breasts, threatening to glide deeper. His other arm which was firmly holding her against him stayed in place for now. He was not yet ready to relinquish control. He would break her down slowly. Only then, would he let his guard down. Very carefully. Not that he feared her in any way. But enough time had been wasted in the mind games they had been playing. He wanted to achieve his goal without further unnecessary interruptions. A soft kiss against her shoulder was followed by his lips parting and his teeth digging into her skin, his mouth suckling softly before it moved back against her ear and emitted a husky growl.

"Yes."

Yet again, his answer to her question was short, but not necessarily dismissing. Maybe a bit cocky. Too sure of himself. He could sense the frustration in her tone. Her brain was revolting, but her body was slowly starting to disagree with her. He was going to make sure that by the time he was done with her, her body would be nowhere near to agreeing with any part of her mind. Unless her mind followed willingly. How sweet that would be. Although he doubted that. She was not going to forget what had happened so easily. For now however, he didn't care about the consequences. He wasn't thinking about the after effects of his actions. He just wanted her. Right here. Right now. He had been wanting her for the past several hours, days, weeks. No amount of defense was going to prevent him from acquiring what he wished for, even if it was selfish, insensitive and blah, blah, blah...from her perspective.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

He was a cocky jackass and what pissed her off even more was the fact that she could feel her body starting to respond. She could feel, despite her efforts to quell it, the deep instant ache in her body. The impulse to allow her body to melt back into his was strong, but, for the moment, her will was stronger. Though he was sorely testing her resolve. It was not just the simple matter of being angry over his actions now. It was the obvious fact that he thought he could simply reduce her into a complying mass of femininity by seducing her will to capitulate to his. Under normal circumstances, she would have reveled in it and eagerly would have fallen in with his desires. Not. This. Time. Even if she had to fight herself as well.

The sleeve of his tunic fell from her shoulder, exposing the soft flesh underneath. Amaya bit back a moan as she felt his mouth, his tongue, his teeth, there against her skin. He knew her too well. He knew exactly how to inflame her senses and then feed them until naught else mattered but sating the fire. He was like a forge master, feeding the heat, kindling the coals until she burst into flame and then he would feed it more and more until she cried out. The tables had shifted. She was fighting herself as well as him.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Amaya

He was going to burn his angel with lust and desire, seduce her with wanton neediness, and turn her into a pile of blubbering mess, even if it was mixed with anger and hatred. Hatred for him. Or for herself. He knew her well. And had no shame whatsoever in taking advantage of the fact that he knew what kind of effect he could have on her even in the most unhealthy of circumstances.

Her body had already started dancing to his tunes. It was a slow dance. He didn't mind one bit. The tempo would slowly increase. They had all the time in the world. Nobody was going to disturb them here in his chambers. Nobody would dare to. She was now in his domain. Slowly falling under his control. And he could not be more pleased by the situation, even though a part of his heart was feeling guilty for various reasons. "Go fuck yourself", were what the other parts were saying to it though.

He could sense that she was withholding the soft sounds of pleasure that would have otherwise left those luscious lips easily. Not at the moment. She could not see his cocky grin as his mouth traveled over the curve of her shoulder before his head dipped forward further and his teeth grazed the flesh of her upper arm. But she knew him just as well as he knew her. She was aware of what he was thinking. He didn't care. She was his. Whenever. Wherever. As he pleased.

With one arm still tight around her midsection, his fingers moved away from her cleavage for the moment and trailed down her free arm all the way down until his fingers were searching for hers. His mouth hovered over her left arm as he left marks over the flesh between her tricep and bicep, his eyes gazing up into hers, head tilting just a bit, a low growl emanating from his throat.

His fingers found hers and entwined, squeezing gently before letting go. His hand moved up her partially clad arm and then deviated away. It moved slightly lower as his fingers found the exposed part of her left thigh. They trailed over the bare flesh in leisure while his eyes bore into hers lustfully before cupping and squeezing her thigh firmly. When he released the pressure, his hand was barely inches away from the warmth that was radiating from between her legs.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

Water, flowing over a rock, consistently and continually. Eventually, the water will erode the rock. Change it. All the while, the rock remains firm even while being changed slowly and over time.

Amaya allowed her body to relax back against Malik’s. Her fingers located the arm still wrapped around her middle like a band of steel and slid along it, fingertips pausing at the crook of his elbow. Her eyes flickered to the exposed tender flesh of her left arm where he had left his mark. A low masculine growl came from his throat as he watched her, like a giant cat with prey in its grasp. Her eyes grew somnolent. Mentally, her mind followed his fingers to her thigh and when they stopped, barely short of their destination, she felt her body silently protest. Not a muscle. Not a twitch. She was in control of her body. Her voice softly broke through the stillness in the room.

“Go ahead, Malik. Why did you stop? You are bent on seducing me. Go ahead. Take your pleasure. Wring from my body responses even though you know I don’t want to give them. I’m human, just like you. You know I’ll respond even though I do not want this. But go ahead. Since when do my wishes count for anything? It’s your coin. I’m nothing more than your whore. I’m here to be used at your whim.”

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Amaya

He could see the drowsiness in her eyes. It was not the same however. There was a distance between them right now. A distance he was trying very hard to bridge. His methods, however, were not going to work in the long run. Malik wasn't thinking that far ahead. And even if he could, he didn't want to. His arrogant, carnal essence was making him force her to submit to his lewd wishes even if her mind was not ready to accept him. He planned to make her mind follow her body. At least today. Tomorrow would take care of itself.

He wasn't fooled even as her body relaxed against him. Her mouth was as sharp as ever. He let her speak while his fingers remained against her thigh, pausing just inches from her heat. Was she playing with his mind again? No! He would not allow that. She was his whore alright. But he refused to believe she didn't want to give the responses he was extracting from her. And maybe somewhere in the back of his mind, he was angry at the fact that he had been forced to submit to a woman against his will, had ended up enjoying the twisted dream. Yes, it still felt like a dream to him. Why couldn't he then, inflict the same upon his...His!

"I know you are human. But I only wish to hear the lovely sounds of pleasure from that sweet mouth of yours. If you continue to talk like that, I would be forced to block your mouth."

Even as the words abandoned his lips, his hand that had been flirting between her legs shifted up against her mound and applied pressure. Broad fingers brushed against soft folds. His eyes darkened. His grip around her tightened. Malik pressed his face close to her neck and nuzzled, whispering against her tenderness.

"And that would be a real shame, wouldn't it?"

She would move. Eventually. And he knew very well how to make each and every muscle of hers dance to his tune. His fingers rubbed her moist petals shamelessly. It was almost as if he was deriving a sadistic pleasure from her emotions and reactions. It was not his fault! It was that wench, he kept telling himself.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

“Annoyed with the truth, Malik?”

She continued to taunt him softly and dangerously. Her lower body pushed instinctively against his hand as the heel of his palm pressed against her mons. Her control slipped slightly as his fingers slipped between her lower lips, finding what she could not hide, her body’s instinctive reaction to his apparent seduction of her body. Moisture coated his fingers. There was only one way to beat him at this game but she was fast wondering who the victor would be. Malik knew her and her body better than anyone else. It was a point in his favor and it would be his downfall as well, in the end.

Even amid his seduction, she could sense an internal struggle within him. She could sense it because she knew him so well by now. Amaya knew what it was or rather who and her shame increased. Once again, she was going to be made the vessel to his fascination. She wished the world to hell for it, but mostly herself. Both of them were caught up in a tangled web of deceit and human nature had been the cause to start it all. If only----

It was far too late for If Onlys… this path had been chosen on a brief, angry whim and Whim would allow for no retreat. This would be played out to its fullest fruition. She just hoped they both were still standing when that happened. Her resolve hardened. No matter what he accomplished here. No matter what was given and taken, they were not going to be the same ever again.

Resentment smoldered in her depths.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Amaya

He was enjoying this too much to stop and shut her mouth with something. She was still continuing to poke at him at every chance she got in between the involuntary reactions his touches were eliciting from her now warmed up body. His fingers moved slowly against the wetness that had begun to ooze from within her core. He planned to penetrate both her body and her resolve, shattering them into a million pieces by the time he was done. But not yet. It would be slow and excruciating, but pleasurable at the same time. If she would only let it be, without thinking about what he had done and why.

Malik's grip around her waist loosened only to grab the wrist of her right hand that was trapped between his grip and her body. He twisted and yanked her arm behind her back. His fingers didn't relent as they pressed deeper and rubbed against her folds before his palm cupped her between the thighs and went steady. He voiced his emotions in her ear with a husky growl as his mouth pressed against her skin and blew hot air even as his lips parted.

"Do you want me to gag your mouth, Amaya?"

One hand was firm between her legs, cupping her mound, moving ever so slowly against it while his other hand was holding hers behind her back. Malik wasn't too fond of using restraints until they were absolutely necessary. It was much more fun when a woman readily submitted to him. And almost all the time, they always did. He had never had to use any force or restraints ever. Although the image of them caused him to twitch as he recalled what the Warrioress had done to him. That bitch! One day he would...

Malik shook her body against his in a sudden moment of rage, pulling her back against him, his hand going limp for a second but only because he prepared to shove his fingers up into her cunt. He needed to control himself just as much as he didn't want the control she was trying to exercise over her own body. He wanted her body under his spell. But not before he could completely control his own. His palm slapped against her lips as his upper body arched slightly, throwing his head back, his face still brushing against the side of hers. When his eyes opened, he breathed down her neck.

"Because if you want me to, I will do it."

Malik eased the pressure over her lips as his fingers caressed her wet inner thigh, coated with the same juices that were on his hand.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

Her arm was twisted behind her back, causing her to gasp softly. But it was the sudden shaking of her body that made her eyes spark and the words fly from her lips.

“What’s the matter, Malik? Am I making you think of her? It sounds like you don’t know what you want to do. “

She struggled against his body, trying to yank her arm free from its confinement behind her back. Amaya felt his hand slapped against her lips, muffling her voice but not tight enough to keep her from doing this. She bit him. Any part of flesh on his fingers she could get between her teeth, she did. She wasn’t gentle about it either. Damn him. Did he seriously think that fucking her would exorcise that woman from his brain?

Men, in general, could just go to hell. Malik wasn't fooling her. She might be right here, right in front of him, right against him, but he couldn't help but think of that woman. She silently cursed the day when that woman had stepped into their lives and yes, she meant their lives. What affected Malik, affected her.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Amaya

It was something that was going to haunt the both of them forever. He knew that much. He could never completely erase Her from his memory. Ok, who was he kidding! He not only wouldn't be able to forget her, he didn't want to. He wanted to see her again. He needed to see her again. Amaya didn't need to know that however. Although Malik now had more control over his own mind than he had before, the Warrioress kept sneaking past his defenses and creeping inside it. He hated how that made his angel feel, not to mention how it made him feel. But their emotions were oceans apart.

"I know exactly..."

He paused, taking in a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment, opening them, and then letting his hand idly stroke her between the inner thighs. Fingers inched towards her sexier set of lips once again. The longest one wasn't bashful this time, although there would be no slapping. Even with the resistance that she was trying to put up, it slipped as easily as always past the already slick walls of her womanhood and split her just enough for now.

"...what I want to do, Amaya."

He eased his grip over her other hand that was twisted behind her back, and just as it was about to drop and probably get ready to fight him back, he grabbed it once again to curl it around her body to the front, around her waist, trying to force their fingers to intertwine as they struggled, and pressed himself closer against her in the process. Malik was still breathing very close to her ear with his finger lodged all the way inside her. It was not however ready to move. Not just yet.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

In a stream, the rock didn’t resist the water that poured over it…or did it? By its very nature, was it not a natural test of endurance?

Two sides fought inside Amaya. The physical and the emotional. Her physical body sought relief from the craving he brought and stoked. Her emotions, her mind, continued to resist. Who was the master, or rather, mistress, of whom? She had been taught to control her body as well as release it. There was a time for all things and right now, she fought to control. There was nothing that could change what had happened. Malik, apparently, thought his cock had a mind of its own. It was separate from the rest of his body and did what it pleased, whether in pleasure or anger. It seemed it was so easy for men to put things in small little boxes that fit their conscience. Women thought and felt with their whole being and everything worked as one.

His fingers trailed up her inner thigh with a snowflake touch and slid into the heat of her body where her growing bodily arousal was apparent. Silently she cursed her body for being so damn weak. Mind and body were suppose to act as one and yet, her body was betraying her at each touch from him. Amaya jerked in his steel-like hold. She discovered the pressure of her twisted arm released but before she could do anything, Malik had twisted it again, this time in front of her, around her own waist. His fingers seeking to twine with hers.

In a fit of defiance, she slammed her head back against his shoulder. Her words dripped venom with the hiss of a viper.

“Of course you do, Malik. But what of me? Does not what my mind and heart want, matter?”

She gave a bitter, sharp, bark of laughter.

“Of course not or we would not even find ourselves in this place, in this way, would we?”

Her inner walls clamped around his finger in protest, as if trying to expel him but it had a different effect on her body than she counted on. She bit back the soft moan that threatened to drip from her lips.

This was not about what was right or wrong. This was about whether she mattered, in the very least, to him. People could spout words. That was the easy part. It was living up to them that was the hardest.

And in the minute silence that ensued before his words came in reply, she desperately wondered if there was a mutual solution to their impasse.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Amaya

He was now hard as a rock. He had been for a while. And the only thing he wanted was for the stream to flow like it always had. Without any other rocks interrupting the smooth progress that had begun when he had first met his angel until the day that he had met his devil. Walked straight into her dangerously seductive arms. The interruption had already occurred. And there was no going back. Neither for him, nor for Amaya. Together or apart, they would have to live with it.

He felt her delicate body jerk against him as he thrust his digit into the wetness between her legs. He knew her body well. And what his touch did to her. He wasn't ashamed of taking advantage of the fact either, even though a part of him knew all along that her mind was just not there. Something primal inside him, combined with his ego, was not letting him let her go just yet. Her barks and taunts were falling on deaf ears. Her questions were left unanswered. At least for now. There were pleasures of the flesh to be explored. Bodies needed to reunite. The mind games and the snide and useless remarks could wait for a later time.

Malik growled close to her ear, dipped his head to one side and brushed his five o'clock shadow over her cheek, feeling her tightness around his finger just as her head snapped back against his shoulder. One hand soaked in her juices, fingers of his other hand deserted hers only to trail upwards and cup the smooth curve of her right breast firmly. Her soft, gorgeous mound lifted in his palm, thumb and forefinger caught her nipple without hesitation, and after rolling his digits slowly over her taut bud, pinched it just hard enough for her to feel the effect. His other finger stirred, buried deep inside her core, and then began to move, very slowly. She could either clamp down on the intruder or let him pass. Either way, he didn't mind.

This deadlock had no immediate solution. She would have to endure the pain along with the pleasure of the situation she was in with him. He didn't care what was right or wrong at the moment. He didn't care what her heart or her mind wanted at the moment. But deep inside she mattered to him more than she would ever realize. Than anybody would ever realize.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

He was water to her rock yet she feared this rock would give over long before a rock should. With no regard to what she wanted, in thought or deed, he proceeded. He showed no sign of retreating or giving quarter, damn him. She flinched from bearded shadow upon cheek and jaw when part of her wished to growl in a sensual manner. Damn him again for knowing her body so well!

Her eyes closed as her body sagged back against him. His finger slid deeper into her warmth and met no resistance. She was in no position to argue with him. She was trapped in front of him, pressed back against the hardness of his body, her own held there by his arm which was firmly wrapped around her. She wet her lips and swallowed before speaking quietly.

“You would do this to me, even now? Whatever she has done to you to send you rampaging through the Abode like an enraged bull, you would continue this course with me? I wonder Malik, does this, your behavior, make you a better person than she?”

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Amaya

She was slowly melting. He was being successful in finally breaking her stubborn resistance, one delicious drop of feminine essence at a time, coating his finger as it traveled between the tight walls of her cunt. Her mouth, however, was still spitting fire, in the softest of ways. It was not going to have any effect on him. Except make his already aroused prick throb and stiffen further with desire, and let her feel its constant existence from behind, every time she pressed back against him.

Malik's finger slid out all the way from inside her heat as he brought his hand upwards. The other hand remained over her breasts, caressing, fondling them and pinching her taut nipples one at a time, as they kept hardening at his touch. The glistening digit went past the side of her face and into his waiting mouth. His tongue rolled over the coated juices, followed by a soft suckle before he growled in her ear softly, his hand returning to between her quivering thighs once again. There was no penetration. His fingers began to slide back and forth against her wanton folds.

"You are so deliciously sweet, my angel. I just realized how much I have missed your taste."

There was a primal growl at the back of his throat. She could try to take him down as much as she wanted to. Make him feel guilty for his escapades. Malik was in no state to see himself as a better person right now. And certainly not in a mood to be compared against the Wariorress, who had crushed and ruined him. And there was more to come. He had no idea how much more. But his curiously stupid, and proud mind was planning to find out eventually. At the moment, he was going to make Amaya beg. Beg him to fuck her. Even if it was just her body that wanted to be fucked. Not her heart, or even her mind.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

She knew he heard her words. What she didn’t know was, did they affect him at all because he certainly wasn’t acting like it. He infuriated her and she simply hated that he could make her body become her own enemy. The muscles in her jaw flexed as his fingers found and fondled her breasts, squeezing them, rolling them in the palm of his hand. His arm had shifted but she knew that if she made a sudden move, that arm would become a band of steel around her waist again, trapping her against him. Her eyes slammed shut against the feeling that roiled through her as his fingers tweaked an already hardened nipple. Right then and there, she silently cursed being a woman. Women were always at the mercy of men, if only for the fact they were bigger and stronger.

His other fingers slid past her face and she caught the scent of her own arousal on them. Though she could not see what he did next, she heard his words.


"You are so deliciously sweet, my angel. I just realized how much I have missed your taste."

Damn you, Malik. Damn you to hell and beyond.

Her arm hung at her side, close to her body but in an instant, while his hand went between her legs again, his fingers rubbing against her glistening folds, she struck, quick as a snake. Her own hand found his crotch, her fingers wrapping around his testicles. Even through the material of his pants, she could feel their heaviness. Her fingers tightened around him.

“I’m going to be civil one more time, Malik. Release me. Now.”

Her voice was a low, steady husky whisper and soft. Dangerously soft.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Amaya

She still had the composure to surprise him, and the nerve to grip his balls. God the stubbornness. He loved that aspect about his angel, in general, but not right now. Right now, he wanted her to submit to his desires. And she was being impossibly difficult. That soft, husky whisper made his ears tremble for a moment as he felt an eerie familiarity about it. He brushed the thought aside. Her fingers tightened around his sac even as his fingers were gliding back and forth over her slick cunt. The movement stopped as his eyes grew darker. She couldn't see them.

Her hold was tight enough for him to let out a soft groan, but not enough for him to come to his knees, or his eyes to roll back inside his skull, let alone release her. Her words made him laugh at first for a moment as he threw his head back and closed his eyes, loosening the grip around her. His fingers deserted her, leaving her breasts, but only for a brief moment. The next instant, just as his eyes opened and the laughter ceased, fury took its place. His arm swiftly moved up through the air. Fingers latched onto her throat like a magnet and lifted her in the air, enough for her annoyingly naughty fingers to be pulled away from his precious jewels, but not enough for her to freely use her legs to try and kick him, his other palm cupping her between wet thighs.

"I, my dear Amaya, am going to be civil one more time. Do not make me tie you up. I suggest you enjoy it and let me enjoy it as well."

His voice was impatient and his tone was as serious as it could be. She had made him lose his focus, making him realize, once again, that he still needed to be really cautious around this woman, no matter how much in control he felt he was. She was not going to make him discharge her. She would be at his service until he was satisfied. It would take more than her silly moves to make him stop what he was doing. And that wasn't happening. She was in his domain. And there was no escape. She better understand that or face the consequences.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

She felt a tiny thrill of satisfaction from hearing him groan. Her fingers tightened around his sac, but not enough to cause him harm, but enough to make him uncomfortable. She felt his grip loosen and his fingers desert her body but before she move decisively, he had. She should have remembered his strength. But he had caught her by surprise, his hand around her throat, lifting her in the air just enough to make her relinquish her grasp. Her fingers slipped from his testicles but her elbow found its way into his abdomen. Damn him. Enjoy? What was there to enjoy? Had the blood flow completely stopped flowing to his brain?

“Like hell I will. I want to see you as miserable as I am, Malik.”

His tone of voice left no doubt he was running out of patience with her. By this point, she simply did not care. The man was being stubborn. Well, she could be too. Her feelings mattered here as well not just his wishes and what he wanted.

If thumping her elbow into his abdomen wasn’t enough, she raked her nails along his outer thigh. Now if only her fingers could get to his cock.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Amaya

He was definitely running out of patience. In fact, he was pretty sure that hadn't it been Amaya who was the girl in his grasp at the moment, his patience would have been exhausted a long time ago, and she would have probably been a disheveled mess on the floor of the church itself. But her existence coupled with the reality of his endeavors during the past several weeks and the guilt that it had brought, had him keeping his calm and controlling his rage every so often. Until now. He realized she was not going to obey or listen to him.

He threw his head back in amused anger as her nails attempted to irritate him further after her elbow had surprised him somewhat, although hadn't been enough to cause any sort of physical pain. She was not ready to bend. There was only one option left.

"You are just begging for it, aren't you, my angel?"

Mouthing that, he released her from his grip and dropped her onto the bed, making sure her hands or feet were nowhere near his genitals as she fell. Even though he was not holding her at that moment, his eyes were carefully watching every move she made. And if she thought she could escape or hurt him just because of her current position, she was seriously mistaken. He was more than ready for his, as well as her next move, even before she could breathe.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

Begging for it? Begging for what, exactly?

She had been on her guard since he had come to the church. Any moment. Any possible opening to irritate him since escaping seemed futile. The very moment he released her and her body hit the bed, she rolled off a shoulder, her feet finding the floor. She had to be careful. Very careful. One slip and….

“How long is it going to take for you to get it through your thick head and slice through that arrogance of yours, that I DO NOT WANT TO HAVE SEX WITH YOU?”

When she realized her voice had been climbing, she winced and stopped, glaring at him. Her eyes shifted toward the door, but she knew that was useless and short of breaking a window, again, escape was futile. Even if she did manage to break the window, he would be on her before she could even lift a leg out the window.

Malik wouldn’t rape her. She didn’t know how she knew that. She just did. However, he was being more stubborn than a jackass who was refusing to move for its master. He wasn’t above retraining her though. Her eyes glittered dangerously as they shifted about the room. Her mind was accessing what could be used for a weapon to hold him at bay or even better, get him to release her. Malik, however, she knew, was just stubborn enough not to back down, no matter the cost.

At that moment, she had to wonder if that aspect of him was enticing or an irritant.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Amaya

His thick head was throbbing for her. It had been throbbing for a while now. And there was nothing that was going to get through it at the moment. Of course, she was talking about a totally different head here. One that was just as arrogant, if not more, as the other one. But that was her problem. He listened to her quietly for a few moments as she scrambled from the bed and onto the floor, shouting at him.

"Oh, but you do, my angel. You just don't know it."

He made sure his lecherous smile reached her eyes as his own wandered over her figure lewdly. It was as if the darkness inside him was slowly getting the better of him, or already had. And he wasn't even trying to fight it. He shifted on the bed and towards her even as he spoke, first on his knees and then onto this feet as they landed on the ground next to the edge of the bed. He moved with the swiftness of a leopard hunting its prey. The next thing she knew, her wrist was caught once again in his vice like grip and her body was jerked backwards until it hit his sturdy, masculine frame. His palm went to her chin, fingers grabbing her cheeks and twisting her face to one side, his own head tilting as he gazed intently into her mutinous eyes.

"Now, be a good little girl and shut that arrogant mouth of yours. Otherwise I'd be forced to shove something into it right away. You and I both know how much I like to shove things inside you, don't you? And it's not like you don't enjoy it."

Malik was treading dangerous waters here. He knew it very well. But the words flowing from his mouth could not be stopped, even if it meant him sweet talking to her one moment, and unleashing the acidic flavor on his tongue the next. His lips neared her earlobe as they brushed against the tender flesh there, his arm curled around her waist, holding her against him, his front pressed against her back. His other hand slid from her shoulder down her arm, capturing her fingers into his and guiding them forcibly between her legs. He whispered hoarsely with a hint of amusement in his tone.

"You do not want to have sex with me? Your body sure is telling me otherwise."

His hand pressed hers against the mound of her lips, applying enough pressure for her to feel herself. His teeth sunk into the tender flesh of her neck, marking her. His throat growled. He was going to claim her. Right here. Right now. If she as much spoke another word, she would pay the price. He made it very clear, once again, as his lips deserted the tooth marks on her neck. He spoke in a firm and clear tone.

"I do not want to hear another word of defiance from you."

Malik let go of her hand and replaced it with his own, his longest finger easily finding the gap between her legs and occupying it as it snaked its way through her folds and buried deep into her hot, angry core.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She didn't dare take her eyes off of him. Amaya saw him move toward her. As soon as his feet hit the floor, she shifted left, toward the bedroom door. She wasn't sure what she was going to do if the door was locked. She never got the chance to find out. Her wrist was caught in a vice like grip, making her let out a sound of pure distress. She was yanked back, against his body. The movement was so swift, so sudden, that when she slammed back into his body, she was disoriented for a moment or two. That was all the time he needed. He twisted her head to the side, his eyes staring into hers.

"Now, be a good little girl and shut that arrogant mouth of yours. Otherwise I'd be forced to shove something into it right away. You and I both know how much I like to shove things inside you, don't you? And it's not like you don't enjoy it."

His words and actions were fueling an anger inside her that flared. There were two major fights going on here. One fight was with herself and the other, was with him. Something had to give. She gave a hearty jerk of her head as she felt his lips brush against her earlobe. His arm was securely around her waist, holding her captive against him. She tried twisting in his steel embrace to get away, but to no avail. When he tried to enfold his fingers with her own, she resisted. Her strength was no match for his. Her fingers went where he wanted them to go. He pressed them down, between her legs. She could feel her own traitorous moisture against her fingers as he pressed them against her lower lips. But it was his teeth that were her near undoing. His teeth sunk into the side of her neck.

"I do not want to hear another word of defiance from you."

His words flowed into her brain. He released her fingers. His own replaced them, one of which burrowed its way deep into her body. He was so caught up with his own arrogance, wrought by his desires, he never saw it coming. Amaya forced her body to relax back against his. She pressed her derrière back against him with a small moan. Reflexively, she felt his arm slightly loosen around her waist, allowing her to turn her body slightly into his. It was all she needed. Bracing her legs, she brought her hands up, grasping his arm and thrusting her hip into his abdomen, using it like a fulcrum, she flipped him over her hip, hoping the act would take him by surprise and give her the moment she needed to escape.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Amaya

She did not speak. But acted. He never saw it coming. His finger was arrogantly teasing her defiantly dripping cunt while his grip over her waist lost its firmness in the process. He was lost in the sensations for a few seconds as she moaned and pushed her cushioned bottom back against him, fooling his prick into thinking it was being reciprocated. That was the problem. His prick was not thinking. It just couldn't. The next thing he knew, he was wincing in pain as her hip almost flipped him over. His arm that was curled around her body dropped to the side while his finger had already slid out from inside her tightness. More than the pain, it was the element of surprise and the skill with which she had outmaneuvered him, even though temporarily, that forced him to release his hold on her, giving her time to escape. Escape from his arms. Not his domain. She was mistaken if she thought he was going down so easily.

Malik wasted no more time than he was forced to, taking control of himself as she was just about to run away. A few quick strides forward and his fingers snatched her by the beautiful hair that flowed down her back. He literally dragged her back all the way to the bed until her petite frame was shoved against it, making her hip bump against the edge as her body twisted to one side . He stood there towering over her for a few moments, his eyes filled with a mixture of rage and lust. He knew she was quick. She had proved it more than once. He was not planning to give her any more chances. Enough of the seduction, he thought. It was time to take her as his own once again, for he had missed her so much. And he was still not planning to use restraints. Whether it was his pride, self-confidence, or simple foolishness, he didn't care. She would succumb to his force. Now. And he was going to fuck her properly. Soon, he would only hear whimpers and screams of pleasure. He was sick and tired of listening to her talk.

His hands were quick to grab one of her thighs as he bent just enough for the purpose, fingers moved down her flesh, over and underneath her knee, pulling it up, his other hand joining in even as she toppled back, forcing her buttocks to crush against the edge and slide onto the bed, while his fingers slid down all the way to her ankles. Those feminine legs, although surprisingly strong and lean, were spread in a V shape with ease as he gazed down first into her eyes and then at her moisture. Her upper back, neck, the back of her head, her helpless arms, and her pretty tresses splayed over his mattress were the only parts that were now touching any surface as she squirmed on the bed, while the rest of her lower body was hanging in the air. Malik's stare shifted back to Amaya's eyes as his hands started pulling her vulnerable body closer, and closer towards him, fingers shifting back up her legs on either side of his hips while his manhood pulsed violently not far from its abode, waiting to be inside it. Waiting to claim what belonged to him.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

The element of suprise only works if it gained you enough time to act in a fashion that was beneficial. Amaya thought she had that. Her hair, that thick glorious mane of hers, was her downfall. She had rushed for his closed door, hoping to unlock it quickly and make good her escape. There was a sudden sharp pain as she was snatched by her hair and drug backwards. She gave a small shriek that was mingled of surprise, shock, pain and outrage. Her hands furiously tried to snatch at his hand, the one holding her hair captive, the same one that was insistently tugging her backwards.

He hauled her twisting and muttering obscenities at him back toward his bed. Malik wasted no time in reaching for her legs. She was relieved when he let go of her hair, but that relief turned to outrage as his hand slid beneath her knee and pulled it upward. It knocked her off balance, tumbling her back against the mattress. He took quick advantage of her current state, his other hand quickly taking possession of her other leg, pulling them apart and keeping them that way as his hands glided over silken skin to slender ankles.

She stared up at him, feeling like a spider caught in its own web. His dark eyes met her own before they slid leisurely down her body. His hands firmly pulled her body toward him until her buttocks were on the edge of the bed. His hands held her legs open, guiding them firmly to either side of his hips. There was no mistaking his intent. Amaya twisted her body suddenly and violently, hoping to discharge his hands.... hoping to take him by surprise yet again and givng her just a sudden instant she would need to kick herself free.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Amaya

The muttered obscenities only made Malik chuckle and smirk as he dragged her to the bed and flipped her open effortlessly. Her stare held contempt. He could see it in her eyes. But there was a helplessness that made him growl as his prick pulsed between her spread legs, gazing directly at her bare sex. He didn't care anymore what she said. Whether she wanted it or not. His intention was clear. It had been from the beginning. But right now, at this moment, it was as crystal clear as the rock jutting out from between his thighs.

Amaya tried to struggle free of his grip but in vain. Then, suddenly he felt and watched her entire body twist violently as if shaking out of his hands, just as he was sliding his fingers further up her legs to bring her closer to him. Closer to his throbbing desire. The sudden jerk took him slightly off guard as one slender, yet powerful leg attempted to kick him in the thigh, the other one rising up, almost brushing his abdomen. He roared and caught her legs once again in that twisted position with her body hanging in the air. A harsh slap on her bottom followed, designing a hand print on her pale flesh before he flipped her onto her belly with her face shoved into the mattress, her arrogant ass up in the air, his fingers holding her open once again, tightly locked around her ankles.

"It is your favorite position indeed. I should have known. My fault. But I wanted to see the expression in your beautiful eyes, my angel, while I fucked you proper. Like you are supposed to be. I know how much you have missed me. Your glistening thighs do not lie. It is a shame. You won't be able to see me either."

Sarcasm dripped from his tongue as he gazed down at her with a devilish gleam in his eyes, even though she couldn't quite see him, her body squirming on the bed still trying to break free. Not this time. Not again. Although his brain told him she probably didn't want to see his face at the moment anyway, the rest of his body was vehemently denying it. Saying that, he slid his arms down to grab her thighs first, pulling her up against him, even as he took a step forward, then his hands gripping her thighs as both legs went past his hips on either side once again. His dick pressed against her opening, rubbing against the wetness, but not for long. He was tired of the teasing and the games. With one powerful thrust, he shoved his cock into her wet heat as his body arched slightly, and head dipped back with closed eyes and a loud grunt. He didn't stop until he was buried all the way into her revolting tightness.