The Abode of Peace - Scenes of Antiquity

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

Her lips fluttered over the shell of his ear. Rubbing her body seductively against his frame, her next words were the whisper of inducement. Shifting her body slightly, the dagger found its way to the front of his tunic.

“Now you want to be silent, eh?”

She chuckled, amused.

“Be silent then. It matters not. Your mind may be your own now, but by the time I am done with you, you will surrender it to me as well. Your body is on its way to doing so.”

Her palm pressed against his hardening length, sliding along the firmness. Her wicked sense of humor had come to the fore. She considered him a challenge. He had been on her mind since the last time they had met. She considered that after tonight, he’d be even moreso on her mind. There was a price to be paid for seeking what she sought. Let the devil take her. Here and now, it was worth it.

“I’m going to turn you into a quivering, spineless mess. I’ll have you whimpering and begging before I’m done with you. You come to this establishment for what? To slake your lust between willing thighs? Willing because they need the money? How does it feel to have choices taken from you, hm? To be powerless and at the mercy of another? Prideful? You’ll soon lose that. I’m going to make you purr, dragon. Yes, purr. Yes, I called you a dragon because you remind me of one. And you will keep coming back for more. I will tame you.”

 

[Mav Unlimited]

The Warrioress

Malik hated his body at the moment just as much as he hated her. It was betraying him. It was siding with the enemy. Yes, he believed in his mind that she was the enemy. Stripping his pride and dignity from him as if it were on display to be hammered. Rendering him helpless and teasing him as if he were a toy, not the strong, powerful man he considered himself to be. It didn't suit him well to be defeated at the hands of a little lady.

He started breathing fire once again as she rubbed her delicate yet firm body against him. Whore! Her chuckle didn't fall on deaf ears. Neither did her voice. He knew she didn't care whether he was silent or not. But her next actions, followed by her words, would force him to care. They would force him to melt even as he was heating up inside. No way he was going to surrender his mind to her. No way!

Malik felt her hot mouth teasing the area around his ear. Her hand palmed his now erect dick. The same dick that was used to causing puddles and making women obey his every wish. It was now at the mercy of this...this woman. And it was getting excited as if it was about to go to the circus at the fair. Damn Her! He struggled against the tree. Arms tugged at the shackles and the chains. Legs moved knowing well they had nowhere to go. The dagger was pointing at his front, but was nowhere near his throat now. He realized that and stopped squirming. Then her words started hitting him one after the other.

For a moment, he thought as if the sky had collapsed over him. Lips pursed. Teeth clenched. She was not kidding. He listened to her in all seriousness. She wanted to tame him? Make him into her willing, purring dragon? It sent unknown shivers down his spine. His entire body felt something it never had before. His mind started to go weak. No! No! No! Fuck No! Damn it! She was winning. She wanted his power between her thighs as well. How dare she talk about his motives of visiting the abode. Her fingers must have felt it as he throbbed inside his pants. A low guttural sound escaped his mouth as the leather rubbed against his throat.

He still refused to answer her. Yes, he felt weak and angry to have choices taken away from him. Yes, he felt like a nobody to be powerless and at the mercy of another. Especially a woman! It was beneath him. Yes, he was afraid to lose his pride. And yes, he was secretly aroused by her words, and what she was doing to him. He was afraid she might be right. And that he could keep coming back for more. It was why he had come to see her here, wasn't it? It was why he had followed her into her room that very first day he saw her, hadn't he? How wrong he was, in thinking he could have what he wanted. Now, standing here before her, he was wondering whether she had subdued him into wanting something entirely different.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

The dagger’s blade was turned flat between their bodies.

“All of sudden he wants to be silent. I wouldn‘t suggest moving unless you want my friend here to accidentally slip between your ribs and pierce something vital.”

Her soft laughter echoed in the darkness surrounding them. She pulled her body away from his. The dagger moved as well. The hard dull edge was parallel to his body. The sharp edge was poised against the fabric of his tunic from the underside. The elevation of the dagger and her leverage on it, caused his tunic to tent just before the dangerous edge slipped through the material as if it were butter. She kept her weapons honed. She knew the dagger could slide through a man’s skin, slip between his ribs and collapse a lung or pierce his heart with little effort. The steel slid up through the material to the neckline. Here, the material was thicker but the dagger had no problem with it. She stood back to gaze at her handiwork. The tip slid under one edge at the top, the cold steel sliding along his chest as it flicked the torn shirt back. She did the same to the other side, until his chest was bared to her view. Her view was limited by the darkness, but her memory was sound. Besides, she was about to refresh it.

The dagger thunked into the tree trunk, out of reach so he couldn’t even accidentally hurt himself on it if he moved and she was counting on him moving, squirming even.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

The Warrioress

The cold metal pressed between them moved away from his stomach along with the warmth of her body. She didn't go too far though. Her seductive laughter irritated his ears. Her voice mocked him as he tried to look away, but didn't move his body. The leather strap tied around his neck made it difficult for him to move his head either way. He was forced to look straight ahead. And now, the dagger was once again pointed against his body. There we go! The stripping commences. The fabric of his tunic parted as easily as a woman's thighs did when Malik strode into a room. The Malik that was not tied to a tree or restrained to a bed. Now, she was the one in control, and the thighs that had parted, although unwillingly, were his. Thank god the blade was not between them anymore. It was, however, slowly moving up his body, tearing his shirt until his entire chest was exposed to the night air. If it was brighter, she would have seen the vicious look on his face.

Malik's eyes closed for a moment as the blade pierced the bark and got stuck into it. He wasn't sure how far it was from his body. She had said she would make him squirm. She would tame him. Make him purr. He was afraid in the back of his mind that she would succeed in doing all those things. His mind was starting to slowly agree with his body, which was already on it's way to surrendering to her completely. If only he could get more blood to reach his brain. She would cause it to flow in the wrong direction pretty quickly. He was positive. Was there anything he could do to counter her seduction? Did he want to? At least he was still able to think...with the right head.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

She sensed internal struggle within him. It made her grin wickedly as her body shifted again to cover his. Her hands slid inside his dangling shirt on either side, moving slowly upward over his waist, along his ribs before they moved to press against his chest. One of her thighs pressed upwards, through the fabric of her shift, against his body. She stood slightly on her toes, stretching her neck so her lips could touch his throat.

“It pleases me.”

Her voice floated up to his ears. It was a silken, dark purr to match the night. She knew he couldn’t make out her features closely. Her voice held a gravelly, husky tone.

“Having you so helpless beneath my fingertips. Have you ever wondered how the women who have lain beneath you felt dragon, as you took your pleasure in their bodies?”

Her lips moved like dark sinful heated chocolate against the skin of his throat, moving from the side of it to the front, pausing to flicker the tip of her tongue into the hollow she found.

“Or how they felt being held on your prick? Were they ever people to you? Warm flesh and blood? Or were they merely an object to be used, discarded, and never given a second thought until you needed them again?”

Her fingers moved across the plane of his chest. Her nails scraping gently along his skin until they found his nipples. Rounded nails took them, clamped them with a little pressure and pulled them out from his body.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

The Warrioress

He didn't give a damn about her pleasure. He knew she was enjoying the control she was exerting over him. Maybe somebody had done her wrong. Why was she exacting revenge on him? Did she even know him? What kind of a man he was? Sure he came to the Abode to satisfy his sexual, and sometimes emotional needs. Sure he had never wondered or really cared about how the women who lay beneath his body felt when he gained pleasure from them. But none of them ever complained. As far as he was concerned, they always seemed to want more. Beg for more. And he paid handsomely for it.

His mind wandered to his angel. It made him grit his teeth. He had been faithful to her for a while now. And this was probably his punishment for betraying her. For wavering from the promise he had made to himself, of never seeing another whore except Amaya. Of course, he didn't consider her to be just a whore. The woman's voice brought him back to reality, not to mention her lips as they slowly trailed over his throat, causing him to struggle against the tree slightly.

She was slowly rendering his senses useless. Her tongue teased the hollow. Her fingers touched his naked body once again, making him feel used. And she hadn't even begun yet. All he could do was helplessly squirm and thrust back against the bark, between her supple body and the tree. Her nails sent shudders through his core as she played with his engorged nipples. His prick throbbed as she purred and lectured him about his actions. Then, finally, an exasperated and aroused Malik blurted out.

"Fuck you."

He was not going to give her the pleasure of knowing what he was thinking. His body was doing that for him already. At least he could pretend to dislike what she was doing to him, even if it felt so good. He just wished she would stop talking. Although what she was saying would have made sense to him if he wasn't in the situation that she had put him in at the moment. And if his ego wasn't just as big as his dick.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

Husky amused laughter greeted his words, made a mockery of them.

“Oh. You just wish you could, don’t you? You’d like nothing better than to fling my body to ground, cover it and fuck the hell out of me.”

Fingernails released one swollen nipple and raked down his chest, over his belly and dug into his engorged cock. She laughed again as she felt it jump under her fingers and swell against them. She stood on tiptoe so her lips barely touched his ear.

“Ooooh. Someone,” she hissed in his ear, “likes it when I do that.”

Her tone suddenly altered. It became harsher. Hard. Just for a moment.

“Do you know what I despise, dragon? You. You’re fighting your body and for what? Ego? Pride? Cast that nonsense aside and embrace what your body’s feeling.”

Her claws retracted and instead they became a soft caress through the material of his pants before they sought out the fastenings and began to undo them. She tugged them open and slid her hand inside, seeking out the hardness she knew was hidden within.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

The Warrioress

Her laughter hissed like a thousand pins pricking at him, making fun of him. She knew what he wanted. What he had wished for. And she had not given it to him. And now, the lady was teasing, taunting, and torturing him with her words and her actions. His nipple reacted just the way the rest of his body was reacting to her touch. He wished otherwise. No such luck. She was succeeding in each of her plans, slowly but surely. On top of it, she was almost reading his thoughts at every juncture. It made him all the more furious.

Her fingernails found his hardening rod as they moved away from his chest and dug between his slightly parted legs. He threw his head back and to one side, as much as he could, cursing under his breath at the same time as his powerless shaft of steel swelled and hardened further against her palm. Her voice polluted his ears once again as he struggled and tugged at the shackles. All in vain. It only served to grind his prick against her commanding hand. Then, he sensed the harshness return as she spoke.

His pants were going to come off soon. It was a foregone conclusion. So was the fact that she was going to fuck him until she was satisfied. Just the way she had the last time. But before she did that, he knew there was going to be more. More of the teasing, torturing, and talking. Now the bitch wanted him to cast his pride and ego aside. As if she hadn't already stripped it from him. And embrace what his body was feeling? Fuck that!

"I don't care what you think. So, just do what you want..."

His body stiffened. His voice trailed almost to a soft whimper as she touched him, her fingers maneuvering expertly to seek him out. The remaining words were spoken with muted breath, barely audible even in the silent night. He twitched underneath, against her gentle caress and the touch of her tenderness against his hardness.

"...and let's get this over with."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

She had slanted her body slightly to one side of his as her hand slid into his pants, seeking and finding molten steel. Her touch was soft, gentle even as it moved across of the surface of the hidden. He was warm to the touch. More than just warm. And felt like silk basking over a rod of steel. At that same moment, her nails, still tugging on his nipple, rolled it. Her teeth lightly sunk into the juncture between neck and shoulder. The space between her teeth was filled with the flesh of his shoulder. Her tongue laved over it.

Her fingers were extracted from his pants as her palm slid back up to his waist, where his pants hung open. Her other hand deserted his nipple and joined the other hand on the other side of his hip. They merely sat there, on his hips, waiting. Her lips left his shoulder and skimmed across his skin, sliding toward slowly, tauntingly. As they encountered the tight bud of his nipple, they encircled it. Pearly sharp little teeth sunk into it as her mouth closed around it, creating a slight suction. Her hands started to slide his pants off his hips.

Lifting her mouth from his chest, she drew herself upright again until she could look him in the face. Her lips finding his ear again as a burst of raunchy laughter floated over them, from one of the corridors.

“Did you really think it was going to be that easy for you, dragon? Get it over with? I've hardly begun.”

Her seductive laughter was quite evident in her whisper. Fingertips traced lightly up the inside of his thigh. The back of her hand brushing brushing lightly against his scrotum.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

The Warrioress

Even as he uttered those words with much difficulty, he knew it was far from over. She has just gotten started. Her fingers continued to caress him, her hand buried in his pants. He wished it didn't feel so good. But gawd it did. Not just good. Any woman felt good if a man was horny enough. This woman was...beyond amazing. She had been amazing the first time she had fucked him. And he knew she would be this time as well. Her touch made him pulse against her palm as it slid over the length that was now growing towards it's full size every second. Soon, he would even lose whatever insignificant control he thought he had over himself and be forced to become just a pile of moaning flesh.

The claws rolled over his now erect nipple and did sweet painful things to his senses. They weren't as sharp as the knives she used, but were enough to make him writhe in delight. She was beginning to push all the right buttons. Her mouth wasn't idle and joined the party as her teeth made him squirm and move his head from one side to the other. Her tongue washed his dark flesh that had just been bitten. He tried to conceal the moans that were being sucked out without consent from his mouth, but his breathing, the tiny gasps and the reactions that his body so obviously showed were more than enough for her to know what he was feeling.

Her mouth targeted his chest next. His body arched away from the tree slightly as she sucked on the taut bud, her hands about to render the lower part of his body naked as they slid down his hips, tucked inside the pants. Her bewitching laughter taunted his ears once again as she whispered, the warm breath emanating from her mouth only making matters worse for him. Worse depended on how one looked at it. The dragon was fighting a losing battle. And he knew it. His prick throbbed against the material even as it slid down his thighs. Her soft fingers felt like feathers against his flesh.

He didn't speak this time. The tree was witnessing as his hands struggled against the shackles. The night air grew colder but neither of them would either notice it or feel it for the next several minutes. Or maybe...hours. Malik shuddered and looked down at her silently, a part of him wishing he could just free one of his hands. It was enough to grab her by the neck, plant her down onto him, and fuck her arrogant, sadistic cunt the way he wanted to, thrusting her body violently in mid air while he choked her into submission. Wishes, however, were just that. They weren't going to come true. Neither now, nor later. That part of him was going to be dead very soon.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

He was lucky. She could have put her dagger to further use. Leaving him with only remnants of cloth for pants. She wasn’t quite that cold-hearted. She’d leave him a shred of dignity. On the outside. It was his mental dignity she wanted to break down. To some degree. Men, as a general rule, were arrogant. Women were one of two things. Virtuous or whores. Virtuous were the types they married and had children with. Whores were good for fucking. Men never saw them as women. Perhaps a good thing, perhaps not. It irritated her nonetheless.

With her last whispered words still ringing in his ears, she knelt again, this time, sliding his pants all the way to his ankles. She smirked as she saw the evidence of his reluctant arousal. His mind may not want to be aroused, but his body responded. The very tips of her fingers feathered over his length. Her head lowered, stopping just shy of actually touching the silken, fleshy, steel. Her lips pursed then blew a stream of air across him. Soft laughter left her as she watched his body respond, pulsing to her airy touch. She shot a look upward.

“Your mind may not want me, dragon but a certain part of your body does.”

 

[Mav Unlimited]

The Warrioress

Malik's legs shifted just a bit before going absolutely still, pants dragged down his thighs, and then his knees, all the way down to his ankles, as she exposed his flesh from the waist below. He was slightly relieved she hadn't shred the fabric. He might still be able to pull up his pants and hold his head high when he finally walked out of the abode and onto the streets. Unless someone found him half naked and tied to a tree before he regained consciousness? She wouldn't do that to him again, would she? He didn't trust the bitch one bit.

Her smirk might have been lost in the darkness, because he definitely couldn't see it. But he knew what she was thinking. His pride was shamelessly hanging out of it's cage, stubborn, needy and at the mercy of it's new seductive captor. And she drew pleasure from his helplessness. She had openly admitted that to him earlier. Her fingers, and the warm draft from her mouth that tried to displace the colder air surrounding his manhood caused it's entire length to pulse and twitch in front of her.

Her soft laughter was anything but musical to his ears. Her words stung him. He didn't like them. But they were true. A certain part of his body wanted her. Wanted her badly enough that it was eager to put the rest of his body as well as his mind through the experience of being vanquished by this whore. He was afraid that soon he might be forced to wantonly thrust himself forward, away from the tree if she continued to tease him in the same manner. Just the thought made him shudder.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

She felt the tension in the corded muscles of his thighs as her fingertips drifted over him. A dragonfly’s wings couldn’t have been lighter. Her breath was directed over the length of him, from base to tip and paused there, at the sensitive end. A slight shift of her head. Lips parting slightly. The pink tip of her tongue touched him there and then withdrew.

Small soft hands slid up the front of his body, followed by her body. Pressing it against him as her palms found the hard bark of the tree as she stood upright. She made sure he felt every inch of her delicate curves.

“Can you feel them, dragon?”

Her voice was a throaty whisper in his ear again. He may not like it but he better get use to it. She pressed her belly against the prominence of his masculinity.

“My nipples. They’re hard and aching. I can feel you. Pressed against my belly.”

There was a brief breathless laugh in his ear. She ground her body against his.

“Does it make you remember, dragon? That night I took you inside my body and rode you to my completion? Do you remember what I felt like wrapped around you, pulsing against you?”

She pressed her lips closer against his ear.

“Do you remember the feeling of my heat?”

 

[Mav Unlimited]

The Warrioress

Her fingers fluttered against the flesh of his thighs. Her velvety tongue was light as a feather, flicking over the tip of his manhood. He thought she would take him. Take him into the warmth of her mouth that was emanating from between her lips and teasing his hardened muscle. He wanted himself enclosed and throbbing between her lips. His body had started aching for her. How wrong he was. The hands shifted upwards. Then the sensual softness of her body followed as she pressed against his front firmly. A soft moan might have escaped his lips.

The raspy voice filled his ears as she spoke, trapping his ache between their stomachs. Her erect nipples kissed him as her breasts pressed against the breadth of his chest. Her words added to his arousal. Why was he getting so turned on damn it! A low guttural sound was heard even as she laughed in his ear and ground her deliciously whorish curves against him. He felt his buttocks and upper thighs pressing back against the bark, his hips unsure whether to thrust forward or retreat. They didn't have much choice. Maybe a few centimeters here and there. She had him just where she wanted him to be.

"I remember."

His voice was soft with a hint of denial and shame. He had wanted to be inside the warmth of her mouth. She had just made him crave to be inside the heat of her entire core once again. He remembered very well the way she had engulfed him without his consent and rode him into bliss. The dragon shivered against her lips as they drew closer against his ear. Her ways were unconventional for a woman. But mighty effective.

"I remember everything."

He was not completely sure as he said those words again, whether they were spoken out of anger or out of sheer surrender and the need for him to feel her again. The need to remind his horny soul what it was like for this woman to fuck him into submission, and make him think it was willingly done. It was part of the confusion in his head, and the struggle his body and his brain were having. In the back of his arrogant mind, he knew why he had come to visit her.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

Her lips nibbled along the shell of his ear. She desired his capitulation. She wanted him to give it to her, not take it. That was her goal.

“Do you now..”

That breathy whisper in his ear again. Her hand slid down his side, slipping between their bellies and finding his shaft, throbbing, hard, despite the night air’s chill. A finger zeroed in on the head, lightly rubbing it.

“What did you feel?”

Her lips moved slowly down to the lobe, drawing it between her lips and sucking on it, giving it a bit of a tug from time to time as her finger kept drawing lazy circles on the slanted head of his cock.

“Tell me…”

The command was deceptively soft. It held undertones of pleading. Were those tones real? Who knew. Again, the sound of her voice was hardly a whisper. It was meant for his ear and his alone. She was weaving a dangerous mood between them, attempting to lure him into an private intimacy.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

The Warrioress

The soft petals of her mouth remained opened, her lips teasing the sensitive area around his ear even as he pulsated, hard against the softness of her belly. Her voice in his ear was anything but innocent. Her fingers slipped in between them once again, finding the rigid mass of throbbing masculinity as she began teasing and rubbing it's engorged velvety head.

Her lips didn't relent, capturing his tender flesh in her mouth and playing with it while the touch of her finger made the dragon's little head twitch. She was making him purr. Damn Her! He barely heard her words. His eyes closed for a moment, head leaned back against the tree and body shifted against hers slightly, his soul squirming for release in more ways than one.

He heard her as his eyes opened in the dark night with a surprise expression in them. He couldn't see any better. But he knew what she wanted. Once again. His utter resignation. She wanted him to yield and tell him how he felt when she fucked him. How he felt when she pleasured him like no other woman ever had. It almost sounded like a request, but was more like a whispered order.

"What did I feel?"

Was she kidding? Malik was in no mind to tell her how he felt anyway. Tell her how amazing he had felt the first time and how annoyingly needy she was making him feel right now. He breathed gentle fire once again before the words left his mouth. This time, slightly confused, slightly frustrated, but not climbing down from his state of arousal, apparent from the way his body was reacting to her every touch.

"Since when did you start caring how I feel?"

His eyes turned away from her, even though his head did not. It just rested back against the tree once again.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

Her finger’s touch swirled downward, headed toward his shaft. Her lips left his earlobe and started a grazing path along his neck before her other hand found a hold in the hair at the back of his head. She pulled his head back by the hair, as far she could, given his position against the tree. Her teeth left his flesh long enough to hiss close to his ear once more.

“I don’t. I want you to admit it to yourself. So tell me, dragon….”

She tugged harder on his hair. Her teeth bared, ferally, for a second then spoke again.

“….what I want to hear fall from your lips.”

Her finger had slipped from head to shaft and the rest of them joined that one, curling around his shaft and squeezing slightly before they eased that squeeze and started pistoning along his length.

Her teeth, bared in the night, sunk into the side of his throat.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

The Warrioress

His head was forced to tilt back and slightly to one side as she grabbed his hair and moved her mouth over the flesh of his neck. His arms might have ached slightly from being in that position, stretched back from his body, but the feelings she was generating inside him didn't register any pain his body was going through. Not yet anyway. And he hoped the lady wasn't into weird torture, else he would rue the day he followed her into her chamber. Not that he was particularly happy about the situation right now, but at least she hadn't cut his balls off, or threatened to crush them yet. Her hand, however, was now inching in that direction as she slid her fingers down from the tip over the thickness of his shaft. Her white skin glowed in the darkness.

She wanted him to yield. He knew it. To admit it to himself, to make his mind follow what his body already knew. He wasn't budging however. Damn her if she made him confess how he felt against her touch.

"How do I know..."

His voice trailed before he could finish the sentence. A low groan escaped his mouth as she fisted his cock and squeezed before her fingers started sliding up and down.

"...what you want to hear!"

The rest of his words followed while he writhed against the tree, his upper body arching slightly, head pulled back as she firmly held the hair between her fingers. When her sharp teeth sunk into his dark flesh, Malik moaned out loud for the first time that night and his entire body shivered in pleasure.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

Her teeth released his flesh. Her lips pressed against his cheek and moved along it, back to his ear.

“You know what I want to hear, dragon…”

Her voice was almost a purr.

“Am I getting to you? That moan. The shiver.”

Her hold on his hair was gone. For that matter, the warmth and softness of her body was too. Both hands held him at the base as she knelt in front of him again. Her warm breath floated over vulnerable flesh. She held him pressed against his stomach. The tip of her tongue stroked slowly from base to tip. Just once. Then she looked up at him.

“Well? I’m waiting.”

She infused a note of promise into her soft voice.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

The Warrioress

She was seducing him slowly. Her lips were tender against his skin, brushing over his cheek as she applied gentle pressure, trailing them back to where he would hear her voice once again. The voice that was now beginning to make the toughness of the dragon slowly melt under her command. His words sounded labored, his voice soft, low and tying to be firm, but as if he was lying to her, and himself.

"No...I do not..."

She purred like a wild cat in his ear. Her fingers let go of the grip on his hair as she asked him another question. This time she wanted an answer. The tone in her voice was enough to tell him she was serious as she knelt once again, the warm curves of her body moving away from him as if creating a void that he needed to fill. One that he needed Her to fill and press herself against him just the way she had before. He was just too damn arrogant to admit it.

Yes, she was getting to him. In more ways than one. And he was still trying to resist. Her tongue started doing wonders once again, making him wish he could free his hands and shove his prick down her throat. Then it stopped, forcing him to listen to her and look down. She was making him lose all his senses here. That too against his will. And she wanted him to talk to her?

"Waiting for what? I'm the one tied up remember!"

He spit out the words at her from above even as his maleness throbbed, pressed between his own belly and her fingers. His arms tug against the shackles and then, much to his surprise, his hips thrust forward slightly, unknown to the rest of his own body, as if it wanted her badly. Malik groaned a sigh of defeat.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~


She didn’t repeat herself. She let her mouth speak for her. With eyes still peering up at him, her hands guided his cock into her mouth. Her lips closed over him. She took him only half way down, sliding him across the roof of her mouth. Her tongue squirmed beneath his heat. Rubbing. Stroking. The heated, wet cavern of her mouth applied suction. Milking him. Not strongly. Barely. Just enough to tease, to promise. Give her the words she wanted to hear. Surrender to her. In return, she would release him from the madness she swirled about him, drawing him inch by inch into the vortex. Her fingers stroked what wasn’t engulfed. She slid her mouth free, letting her tongue drag along the underside. Her lips hovered over the head. Her tongue flickered, like a snake’s, across the inflamed head before retreating.

“There’s more where that came from, dragon. I want the words.”

Her hands didn’t remain idle. From the time he slipped from her lips, they slid along his length smoothly, slick from the moisture from her mouth.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

The Warrioress

It sprang away from his belly as her fingers moved. Malik felt the softness of her lips as they circled the engorged head of his manhood before sliding down the darkness of his shaft. She didn't swallow him entirely. Her mouth barely reached halfway before it stopped, the thickness of the tip brushing over the roof of her mouth while her hands remained firm at the base, guiding him into her slowly. She teased his dick on purpose. He knew she wanted him to surrender. Moreover, she wanted him to say it out loud. To express the ugly truth that he was dreading to admit even to himself.

He moaned in pleasure as her fingers took care of the exposed length of his meat while her mouth gently sucked on the top half. When her lips drew away from him, he needed her even more than previously. She was weaving a web of ecstasy that he would not be able to get out of. And she wanted him to speak to her. She wanted to hear the words from his own mouth. Malik decided to give them to her. At least some of them.

"You want words?

The dragon breathed fire.

"Fine. I remember how you felt wrapped over me that night, when you fucked me forcibly."

The words were almost pulled out from his mouth. He didn't know why he spoke. Out of sheer frustration and boredom, or his need for her. It didn't make him completely happy saying the words, but they were true nonetheless. Another moan was heard as her fingers continued to caress his slickness.

"Happy? Now let's get this over with!"

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

Rising swiftly to her feet, one hand latched around his throat. The other hand went to his chest, her fingers clasping a nipple and twisting it as she laid her cheek against his. Her voice erupted on a growl.

“Is that how you talk to your whores, dragon?”

Her fingers applied pressure to the nipple, squeezing it. Her lips slid closer to his ear again.

“Do you know what you are right now?”

The fingers attached to his nipple tugged it roughly. They deserted it for larger prey, wrapping around his scrotum and squeezed, just hard enough to give him a whisper of pain.

“You’re my slut, dragon and you’re helpless to stop it, aren’t you? You’re fighting it, but your mind is weakening. Your body has already given in.”

The fingers loosened their grip, moved. They started stroking him with a gentle touch. A lover’s touch.

“Now tell me,” she leaned in closer, her breasts pressed against his chest, “how did I feel wrapped around you?”

 

[Mav Unlimited]

The Warrioress

Her tiny yet nimble fingers were not strong enough to scare him, but used in the right places, they could make any man with balls of steel groan in pain. As she latched onto his throat, the other hand against his chest, he drew in a sharp breath, his mind wandering in anticipation over what she was going to do next to make him purr like she had promised. This was not going to be over until she said it was over. He knew that much.

The ruthless tug on his nipple did little to hurt him, except sending waves through his body unlike any other. What she did next made him groan and roll his eyes back into his skull and throw his head back against the bark. Arms and ankles struggled against the restraints. Her words hit his ears like a thousands swords piercing through his already wounded ego even as his body writhed in the mixed emotions of pain and pleasure.

"I'M NOT YOUR..."

...SLUT, YOU FUCKING WHORE! He had wanted to say that and finish the sentence, but something made him pause. Had she just called him her slut? Had she just compared him to the whores of Abode that he fucked as if they were tender juicy pieces of meat to be chewed and spit out? How dare she! Malik growled at her, the rage surfacing, apparent in his breathing. Somewhere, inside, he knew she was right. Her fingers loosened their grip on his nuts, only to stroke him and for her soft breasts to press against him once again. She was killing him while pushing all his right buttons. Almost making him purr for her.

"You felt..."

Lips pursed. Teeth clenched for a moment. Hands fisted behind the tree. His conscious mind told him not to anger her further. He was fond of his sac and didn't want those nails digging into them the next time she thought of grabbing it. Besides, she was reading his mind accurately. The cold air between them got warmer and warmer as the dragon emitted fire from his nose and mouth.

"You felt AMAZING!"

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

Her tongue stroked his cheek. Her whisper in his ear.

“Now was that so hard?”

He was in a state of denial. For now. She gave thought to pressing him further. Instead, she sank to her knees and took him into her mouth. The head of his cock pressed against the roof of her mouth as her tongue teased the sensitive underside. With one hand surrounding the base of his cock, she manipulated him, rubbing him against the soft firm surface where he was lodged. Her tongue slid over him as far down as she could reach.

Slowly, inch by inch, he sunk into her mouth. She took her time doing it. Her tongue continued to move over, under, around, him. It swirled over the head, stroking it, when she finally allowed it away from the top of her mouth and sink deeper, toward the back. Her lips pulled at him. Her throat beckoned him. But he, himself, could do little. She controlled the strokes and how deep he could go. If his hips tried to press forward, what little they could, she merely moved her mouth back and away. A few strokes found him buried to the root, in her mouth. She stilled. She gently sucked on him before she pulled away and glanced up at him.

“What do you want, dragon? Tell me. I want the words.”

Command. Demand. Compelling.