Slave to the Moon Priestess

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"Antarus is not my name. That was the name my owner at the Coliseum called me when he whipped or beat or forced me to fight and kill for his sport." His voiced called out to her making her stop where she was. His defiance was getting tiring, but at the same time it gave her a rush to know he was strong of both will and of body. It was something she truly wanted for her child and hoped that those traits would be passed on.

She continued to move towards the bed. She let the robe fall from her shoulders and come to a puddle in the middle of the floor. She could feel a breeze in the air. It was refreshing as the day had been warm, and the ceremony had warmed her to the core

"If Antarus is not your name, them what is your name mate." She spoke to him without turning back towards him. "Antarus is the only name that has been give to me for you so that is what I have called you."

Samara sat on the edge of the bed. the feeling of the smooth silk upon her base flesh was cool and smooth. A small table at the edge held a couple of goblets and a decanter of wine. She took a goblet and filled it and took a long drink, quenching her thirst. She then took the other one and filled it.

She lifted it and held it out to him without looking. She could feel his presence near her.

"Here, drink. You must be thirsty. And sit, rest. The night is young still and there is so much more."

 

[Veroe]

IC: The man once named Rhoarc of the Northlands

"Antarus is not my name," He announced, "That was the name my owner at the Colliseum called me when he whipped or beat or forced me to fight and kill for his sport."

She stopped and looked over her shoulder at him as he said that. She didn't say anything but let the robe slide down off her shoulders and down the planes of her back and narrow waist and the swell of her firm buttocks. Then the sheer robe made a puddle around her feet. Then she continued on towards the massive bed. A breeze came in from the balcony flirting with the flowing length of her hair as she stopped at the edge of the bed completely unfazed by her apparent nudity.

To him it was shockingly alluring. Stenna had been the most beautiful woman in the Northlands, but Samara had been blessed by the gods and it clearly showed here even just standing still with her back to him. His manhood ached and throbbed to nestle in the inviting cleft of her heart-shaped buttocks.

"If Antarus is not your name, them what is your name, mate." She asked regally-like a mother patronizing her child's whining, "Antarus is the only name that has been give to me for you. So that is what I have called you."

He frowned as he realized he had not thought this through-probably because a large majority of his thinking was being done by the head at the end of his shaft. He had a name from his own land, given to him by his own people, but it was the only thing left that had not been taken from him by these Thycan savages. His people believed their names had a power over them, and did he want to give her that power over him here. He'd have to if he didn't want her to call him by another name.

"I once had a name," He explained, opening up to show her what was inside, and feeling all the more vulnerable for it. He didn't know exactly why he was revealing this to her, but now that he started it came out in a rush. "But the man with that name should have died on the battlefield fighting the subjugation of my people by yours. Now, I don't know who I am anymore."

She took a goblet from a table set beside the bed and lifted it to drink from it, and then held a second out for him. "Here, drink. You must be thirsty."

He took her goblet in hand grateful for the distraction and lifted it to drink down. He had never liked the wines of the south before. In his mind it lacked the punch of a good strong horn of mead.

"And sit, rest," She told him gesturing to the bed, "The night is young still and there is so much more."

He did as she bade and found himself sinking into the mattress. It was so soft. This was what it must feel like to sit on a cloud.

"What is it that you want from me," He asked her, "Is it only what's between my legs or is there more to you and I than filling you with child?"

 

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She watched intently as he sat and drank. The bewilderment of his face as he sank into the bed. It was soft. It evening enchanted her many nights as she would sink deeply into its comfort and warmth.

"A name is something you must have. If you have none, than I will give you one. A new identity for the new man who will share my company." She thought for a moment before a spark of light appeared in her eyes. "I know the perfect name." Samara rested her chin on his shoulder and whispered in his ear. Her body pressed close up against his arm

"I shall call you Leontinus." She pressed her lips against his neck lovingly as the words escaped her lips as if she was blessing him with the name. A hand came to rest upon his chest as she placed a few more kisses upon him. One at the base of his neck and the other on his collarbone. "It means lion like to my people. You will be my lion. Fierce and strong."

"And as for what I want from you my lion." she set her goblet down. The time for wine was over. She could feel the pulse between her legs rise once again as she glanced down at his manhood. She let her hand trail down the hills and valleys of his chest with the most delicate of touches.

It came to rest upon the base of his throbbing member. It jumped in excitement at her touch as she wrapped her hand around the base, stroking up to the tip and back down as she spoke. "For now the goddess has deemed a child from me and the oracle has said this is the year I find my true mate. I hope for both. The child is the ultimate result in all of this. But a companion to share my bed with, even a lover at some point."

Her thoughts drifted at the fantasy of it. It seemed so long ago she had spoken of it. Long before her days in the temple. She had had friends other than her sisters. She had a mother and a father who loved her and she herself had thought that marriage and a family home would have been her ideal life.

 

[Veroe]

IC: The man once named Rhoarc of the Northlands

"What is it that you want from me," He asked her, "Is it only what's between my legs or is there more to you and I than filling you with child?"

"A name is something you must have," She announced like she were the Empress of the world or something instead of answering his question straight out.

"My people believe that a name is more than something someone calls you. It represents where you are. Who you are. Who you belong to." He replied looking up at her. He was not certain which was more captivating to him her body or her eyes. He could stare at either for hours on end. "When I was captured I lost hold of all of that. Now...I am lost without a name."

"If you have none, then I will give you one," She nodded, "A new identity for the new man who will share my company."

"You would give me a name." He asked in shock, "In the northlands that was the task of the village shaman only after seeking guidance from the ancestors...Can you do that too?"

She paused a moment as if in contemplation, and then leaned down and pressed her chin down on his shoulder sending tremors of sensation over his whole body.

"I know the perfect name." She whispered into his ear starting more tremors.

"You do," He asked surprised at how quickly she seemed to have come up with a new name for him.

She pressed a kiss onto his neck, soft and sexual as it was sacramental, "I shall call you Leontinus."

"Leontinus," He repeated trying how the foreign name sounded upon his tongue.

Two more kisses followed at the back of his neck and corded bridge of muscle between neck and shoulder. He made a sound of longing at the feel of her lips continued.

"It means lion like to my people," She explained, " You will be my lion. Fierce and strong."

He had seen Lions in the coliseum. They had been starved hungry creatures, like the men driven to kill in the arena or be killed. They had certainly been fierce and strong. "I don't know...it does sound like me....you may call me Leontinus."

She reached out and set her own goblet down on the table beside the massive bed. "And as for what I want from you my lion." She again reached out, but this time towards trailing the tips of her fingernails down over the tight muscles of his chest and stomach. Down, down closer and closer towards the throbbing bar of iron between his thighs that shuddered in anticipation of that same touch over it. It halted there above that manhood.

It jumped in the air begging her to continue her trek downward, and then her fingers curled around his base causing him to groan and again louder as she slowly stroked his length root to head and then back down.

"For now the goddess has deemed a child from me and the oracle has said this is the year I find my true mate," She stated as she stroked slow and relentless the length of his manhood, "I hope for both. The child is the ultimate result in all of this. But a companion to share my bed with, even a lover at some point."

He reached down taking hold of her wrist to stop her. It was heaven, but it also made it impossible to think clearly. "Just a lover?"

 

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His hands came and wrapped around her wrist pulling it from his hardened member.

"Yes my Leontinus, Well that and so much more." Samara pulled her wrist from his hand and brought it to his face, cradling his chin in her hand. She gently pulled him to face her and placed a gentle kiss upon his lips before pulling away.

She signaled for a few guards to approach. She wanted more time. Time of intimacy without the interruptions. With a nod they moved quickly and bound him with soft silk cords to the bed. His hands together above his head, bound to one of the rings embedded in the base of the marble bed.

She had his ankles bound together as well, secured tightly to another ring on the base of the bed. She stood admiring the sight he made on her bad. One single drawn line of muscle and man. It made the heat stir in her loins once again

She sat down on the edge of the bed next to his bound body. She glanced over the muscles that lay under his skin as he breathed heavily. One hand ran up along his neck and crossed over to one of his bound arms. The other fell back to his throbbing manhood and began stroking once more. Three draws from base to tip.

"Is being just a lover not good enough?" She swung one leg gracefully over his body till she straddled his abdomen, his hard pole once again at her entrance. She bent at the waist and brought her face close to his till her fill lips were a mere inch from his. "What would you want to be to me? Just my plaything? My Mate?"

Samara pressed her lips to his almost with almost breathtaking force. She held his face in her hands and she tried to show how she wanted him and the hope she had for them.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Leontitus

He reached down taking hold of her wrist to stop her. It was heaven, but it also made it impossible to think clearly. "Just a lover?"

"Yes my Leontinus," She answered pulling her wrist free of his grasp, "Well that and so much more." She placed that hand over his face and his eyes closed as her soft fingers traced over his smooth beardless cheek down to cup his chin in a strong grip.

"And what is that," He asked.

In answer she pulled his face to meet hers and gentle but unrelenting lips pressed upon his in a sweet kiss. It was the kind of kiss reserved solely for Stenna. The fact that she was taking that from his wife should enrage him but it didn't. Somehow it felt settling to be kissed so intimately from her. It shouldn't, but it did.

With a gesture from her a pair of gaurds approached him. At a nod from her they took hold of him. He struggled against them, but more so out of instinct than rage. Within moments his arms were bound by silken ropes to a ring at the head of the bed and his ankles were soon secured to another ring at its foot. There he was stretched out over her bed like a pig on a rack.

Leontinus looked towards her. He could track Samara's eyes trace over each and every stretched and straining muscle, down his body to the manhood hard and throbbing since the last time she had mounted him like someone would trying to tame a stallion. He tried to tell himself it was merely the drug she had given him, but the truth he didn't want to admit to himself was that he wanted her to mount him once more to tame him.

And he could see that she wanted the same. He saw the way her eyes lingered on his erection and the slight glistening on her inner thighs as she sat down beside him on the bed. She ran an arm along his skin up his arm from his shoulder to take hold of his wrist. Then the other wrapping fingers around the base of his manhood in a firm grasp that made it throb and jump beneath her fingers as she began to pump it up then back down.

It was heavenly. He couldn't move much in his position but his broad back arched and hips lifted to prolong each stroke like a cat would as you rub over its spine. His eyes closed as well and a rasping sigh escaped his lips as she stroked her hand up and down his cock.

They snapped open to focus on her when she asked him, "Is being just a lover not good enough?" As she spoke she extended one long shapely leg over him. The knee settling on the other side of him as she rose to straddle over his prone body.

He looked up at her over him eyes piercing his like the sharpest of spears. He could feel how wet and ready she was as her sex pressed against his tip straining for admittance inside.

"What would you want to be to me," She asked leaning down so a waterfall of her silken hair fell around their faces veiling them in their own little world, eye to eye, lip to lip, with only the briefest of distances between them. "Just my plaything? My Mate?"

Before he could answer her hands cupped his face as she closed the distance between them silencing any answer in a titanic kiss that left him reeling and his instincts took over bucking his hips to impale her with his rigid pole once again.

 

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She gasp as she felt his manhood thrust with great need into her. It fueled more of her need. For a moment she slowly moved along his length, savoring how full he filled her, how his pole stretched her to her limits of ecstasy. She could feel him coming to the end of her, the entrance to her womb. She had not given much attention at the ceremony to the details of him.

As the tip of his manhood rested against the barrier, she realized his entire length was not completely embedded within her. She reveled in the fullness she felt at the moment, keeping him buried deep within her as he lay pinned beneath her form.

She pressed her lips against his once more, more tenderly than the previous kiss, letting her free and run along his side. She could feel bumps like those of gooseflesh form on the surface. She could feel his body wanting her, and his mind and his heart were beginning to follow. It was much more than the potions she had given him. It was genuine and true.

Samara wanted more from him. And with that she fond herself rocking her hips gently, feeling every inch of him within her pulsing with desire. She stroked though his hair as she released his lips from hers. She gazed deep into his eyes. The look within them had softened some. Not the sheer look of hate and anger from before on the dais.

She could feel his need within her. He was about to release. As much as she wanted his seed, she wanted to see what he was willing to give to her, and not just what he was willing to put up with her taking. Before he could release within her Samara slid from his shaft, slowly, savoring each inch of him. She place a final piss upon his lips.

She moved up his body and positioned herself so the cleft between her legs hovered only an inch above his lips. She knew her scent was strong and heady.

"Pleasure me my Leontinus, Use your tongue and show me how much you want me. Beg me for your release." Samara reached down and stroked his brow, gently and lovingly.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Leontitus

Before he could answer her hands cupped his face as she closed the distance between them silencing any answer in a titanic kiss that left him reeling and his instincts took over bucking his hips to impale her with his rigid pole once again.

He was rewarded with the sound of her gasp as he slid home into the core of her. Despite feeling like he was about to erupt at any point he did not. He wanted this time to last longer. It was a monumental strain of his willpower, but she felt so tight around him yet open to receive his every thrust in a way Stenna never had. He had always felt like his beloved wife was made of eggshells he could break with slightest misstep in their lovemaking. Not so with Samara. She had taken him on like any gladiator. Samara was not soft like his late wife. She was made of iron.

She took command of him sealing her lips to his in a kiss as he tried to bury the length of his raging manhood even deeper within her to the hilt. Yet this kiss was gentle, tender, as if it was in gratitude for his actions. One hand running along the scars on his side raising goosebumps in its wake.

He still was not certain about his feelings for her, but he could not deny that with his hard cock within her being enwrapped by the soft walls of her sex he wanted her now with every passion-fueled fiber of his being. He wanted the pleasure of feeling her tight velvet sheath sliding up and down his thrusting length. He wanted to feel the pleasure of feeling her walls ripple and convulse and hear her breath catch in his ear as they reached climax together. He wanted the pleasure of pumping his seed into her core where it may take root within her.

He couldn't move much bound atop her bed and pinned beneath her like this, but he didn't have to. She began rocking her hips take him deeper and deeper within her inch by heavenly inch. Fingers slid through his hair as she pulled away to give him room to breath.

"More," He panted his desires bare in his eyes, "Need more." Any more of this and the amount of seed building within his balls since drinking her drought at the ceremony was going erupt within her at any moment now at last.

One more kiss, this time passionate but fleeting, before raising up from his prone body. She climbed up his body until she knelt a knee on either side of his head so her womanhood hung directly over his face. He could smell her arousal now, it invaded his nostrils, his mind, like a Thycan legion.

His cock still cloaked in her moisture throbbed in frustration alone and abandoned in the air without her sex wrapped around it. "But I thought you wanted to-"

She peered down at him between the valley of her breasts. "Pleasure me my Leontinus, Use your tongue and show me how much you want me," She commanded, "Beg me for your release."

"What? No!" He blurted in shock. She wanted to lick upon her, "That's not the proper way lovemaking is done. A man enters a woman until they both reach climax. That is the way it should always be."

 

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She smile at his protest, almost amused at his reaction to providing her pleasure. Samara reached down and gently cradled his neck within her delicate hand, pulling him up. She could fell his protest against her sex.

"There are many ways for a man and woman to pleasure one another." She moaned as another muffled protest vibrated into her. She ignored it as she buried his lips against her.

With her other hand she motioned for a gourd to come over. With him he drug along a girl. One just turned of age but trained well in the pleasure houses. She was quite lovely with her dark curls and painted eyes. Samara had picked her along with a handful of others to provide pleasure for her gaurs as a reward for serving her.

"Leontinus, Feast upon me. I will have dear Ranna feast upon you." She smiled as she looked back upon the girl. Ranna understood he task. She took her place at their side and took his pole between her lips and working it with expert skills. Samara smiled as she felt him gasp with shock against her knowing that this would just drive his desire till he would be able to release his seed within her

 

[Veroe]

IC: Leontinus

"What? No!" He blurted in shock. She wanted him to lick upon her, "That's not the proper way lovemaking is done. A man enters a woman until they both reach climax. That is the way it should always be."

She reached down fingers cupping around his throat as an amused smile crossed her beautiful face. Then lifted his head until his lips made contact with shaved bare lips of her sex and held him there. Leontinus struggled, but he was bound fast to the bed and she was surprisingly strong. He tried to tell her: no, but it came out more like a muffled "Mmmff."

"There are many ways for a man and woman to pleasure one another." She moaned out in response to the vibrations caused by his muffled protest.

Leontinus could see straight up her body as she moaned out from his next muffled protest. This was completely foreign to how he knew a man and a woman were supposed to pleasure eachother...well sex just for the sake of pleasure was a novel experience. Not that he and Stenna had not enjoyed making love, but it was with the ulterior motive of making children, like their daughter.

Experimentally he puckered his lips and kissed the lips pressing against his own. It wasn't that bad. In fact, other than the matter of being completely foreign to him, Leontinus enjoyed the pleasure sparkling within her eyes as he began to tentatively comply with her demands.

Samara looked over her shoulder and gestured at one of the gaurds he had somehow forgotten were standing watch at the door. What new torment did she have planned for him now? Leontinus surprised himself when he found he was not dreading finding that out.

He couldn't see but he saw motion as someone approached the bed. Worriedly he murmured into her sex.

"Leontinus, Feast upon me." She announced as he felt the mattress dip and shift as someone else climbed atop of it. Fingers curled around the base of his straining manhood and he felt the wash of someone's exhale over its tip. " I will have dear Ranna feast upon you."

Ranna? Who was Ranna, and-by Krohl's silver eye! He felt lips press to the crown of his cock and part slipping down over its head. This mysterious second woman's tongue curling over it. It felt amazing.

Leontinus moaned in pleasure into Samara's sex trying to thrust his cock deeper within Ranna's mouth and failing for the lack of leverage due to being bound to the bed.

 

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"That’s it." She felt his moan vibrate though her sex, pressing into the pearl peeking out between the delicate folds. He was beginning to bend, become more pliable to her wishes and commands. She ran her fingers though his hair, pulling him deeper against her. Soft moans escaped her lips as she let her head fall back. Samara closed her eyes as she reveled in the sensation of his exploration mixed with gasps and moans.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Ranna. The stunning angled features of the girl were even more tantalizing with the tip of his manhood in her mouth. She could see why this girl was so popular with the guards as a pleasure plaything.. Her skill as impeccable and she seemed to relish the act.

Samara reached back and caressed along her jawline, lingering for a moment longer to gain her attention.

"My Leontinus deserves the best, treat him right." In response, she felt Ranna reach out to her, caressing her hip. She was perfect in everyway. So well trained and at such a young age. She could see the tension from her guards as a few eyes glanced over at the act. It made her smile. Many of them would kill to be him his position.

She turned back to him catching his gaze. She could see he was lost in the pleasure of the moment. His mouth trying to concentrate on her, but he was lost in the feelings the girl was giving him

"You wish it was my lips wrapped around that strong pole of your, don’t you?" She wrapped her fingers tighter in his hair, keeping his mouth firmly planted against her

 

[Veroe]

IC: Leontinus

Leontinus moaned in pleasure into Samara's sex trying to thrust his cock deeper within Ranna's mouth and failing for the lack of leverage due to being bound to the bed.

She reached down and ran fingers through his hair. "That’s it." She said in a moan pulling his face in tighter into her sex.

His lips opened up and his tongue tentatively explored the wet folds pressing down over his mouth. There was a place near the top of her sex, a button of flesh that when his tongue found it elicited moans and breathy gasps from her. Interesting. A little less tentatively his tongue began to zero its explorations more upon that button, and it seemed to be having quite an effect upon Samara.

The woman, Ranna, wrapped fingers at the base of his mighty spear. She pulled her mouth back fluttering her tongue on a very sensitive place on the underside just under his spearhead making his body quake and tremble from the ripples of pleasure spreading out from her tongue through every fiber of him to pass through his tongue and through that magic button on Samara's honey-pot.

Samara then leaned backward showing an amazing flexibility as she reached behind her and tenderly ran fingers across Ranna's jaw.

"My Leontinus deserves the best," She told the other girl, "Treat him right."

Leontinus saw pale fingers curl around her hip, and then he moaned out into Samara's sex once again-this time more fervently as Ranna's mouth descended down his spear taking all the way down to her fingers. He moaned again began to bob her head like she was using her mouth to milk the seed out of him.

By Krohl's burning right eye it was astounding.

Samara then raised back up to look down into his eyes. From the heavenly sensations Leontinus' tongue had slowed its explorations on the mysterious button that had seemed to effect her so. His eyes tried to roll up as Ranna's mouth sank even lower than before.

He could feel his walnuts raising back up into the base of his manhood. His body became taut and his toes curled. He was about to shoot his seed into Ranna's heavenly mouth, but instead he hung there on the moment just before climax no matter the magic Ranna plied with her talented mouth. It was heaven, and it was hell. An avalanche of pleasure verging onto the wickedest of tortures.

He tried to focus upon her eyes, and focused upon Samara's lips. He suddenly longed for to find out what pleasure it would be to feel her mouth upon him as Ranna's was now. The thought pushed even closer to release, but not quite enough-yet.

She smiled saying, "You wish it was my lips wrapped around that strong pole of your, don’t you?"

Her hand in his hair pulled him tighter against her even as he tried to nod to her even with her body sitting down atop of his mouth. Leontinus looked up to her eyes imploring her to show mercy upon him.

Ranna was getting serious now, employing all of her skills and tricks in an effort to push him over the precipice he hung from, but only effecting a sweet heavenly torment on them as he was denied his release.

 

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She could see the need in his eyes. The need of release as if he were begging her for mercy. His tongue was driving her mad. She stared into his eyes as she felt the wave of her release wash though her body.

"Ranna, That is enough." the girl let go of his manhood. Samara reach back and held the girl by her delicate chin, before pulling her to her own lips. A small moan escaped the girls lips before she let go. "I will let you choose who you want to lay with this evening. I know the men usually choose you, but it's your turn as a reward for tonight.

"Thank you Priestess, May I choose Nechtan? I know he is your most loyal guard."

"Yes, go, and enjoy your night. He is an enthusiastic lover as I remember"

The girl bowed her head and headed off. She stopped in front of her chosen guard and reached out her hand to him to lead him from the room

Samara looked down at Leontinus. With catlike grace she slid along his body till she was face to face with him. She pressed her lips upon his as she slid her sex down along his rigid pole. She felt a moan upon her lips as she buried him deeper and deeper in one fluid motion till he was sitting firmly against the edge of her womb.

She held his lips tight as she rolled her his down. She could feel the pressure of him breaching through till the tip of his spear rested in her womb filling her completely. The slightest movement was intense. The entirety of him was firmly embedded within her. The sensitive pearl between her nether lips now rubbed firmly against his lower belly.

"Release your seed for me, my lion."

 

[Veroe]

IC: Leontinus

Her hand in his hair pulled him tighter against her even as he tried to nod to her even with her body sitting down atop of his mouth. Leontinus looked up to her eyes imploring her to show mercy upon him.

Ranna was getting serious now, employing all of her skills and tricks in an effort to push him over the precipice he hung from, but only effecting a sweet heavenly torment on them as he was denied his release.

Samara looked down her body and into his eyes, and Leontinus could see in hers that she too was getting close. Emboldened by this his tongue began exploring further inside her honey-pot pressing his face into it without the insistence of her grip now. His cheeks were smeared with the honey of her mounting passion, and as his tongue reached as far as it could within her and began to curl within her finding secret places inside her wet clutching folds that seemed to set the very power of the gods upon her.

Her eyes bored into his and Leontinus felt the walls of her sex ripple and and convulse as a flood of her honey rushed into his mouth.

He looked into her eyes as she sat there recovering from the climax. She had beautiful eyes. The eyes of a goddess-majestic, unassailable, enthralling. He could stare up into her eyes for the rest of his life.

She looked back over to Ranna who was comitting an admirable effort towards taking his large member all the way down her throat without choking.

"Ranna," She said reaching back to lift her off of his aching cock, "I will let you choose who you want to lay with this evening. I know the men usually choose you, but it's your turn as a reward for tonight."

Leontinus felt the cold air on his cock now as the weight shifted on the bed and Ranna responded, "Thank you Priestess, May I choose Nechtan? I know he is your most loyal guard."

"Yes, go, and enjoy your night." Samara replied, "He is an enthusiastic lover as I remember."

The weight of the other woman shifted again as she left to do as the high priestess had bade her.

Samara's eyes returned to look down into his and didn't leave as she slid her body off of his face and down his broad chest. He took in a deep breath of glorious air thick with the scent of her arousal as she lowered to hover straddling his pelvis.

Then she leaned in, a cascade of her hair falling down around them as her lips pressed to his. She kissed him and he luxuriated in the contact as tongue's plied the sinuous battle. Then he moaned loud into the kiss as the lips of her sex kissed his cockhead and parted as she slowly sank down his turgid cock. She kept going sinking down his length.

It was heaven. He was in pure heaven. He moaned out his pleasure into their kiss as his mighty sword was sheathed to the hilt within her sheath.

Now that she had mounted him within her heavenly sex he felt like he was going to explode. She had said whatever drug she had given him would only allow him to come within her, and now he was about to make it true.

She pulled away peering into his eyes, deep, saying, "Release your seed for me, my lion."

He gave a mighty roar as his toes curled and muscles tightened. At the command a torrent of his come flooded her sex, and kept coming and coming, pouring out his soul into her and leaving him a heaving, panting, animal beneath her.

"I don't know how much more of that I have left," He panted though it wasn't necessarily the truth. He hadn't softened in the slightest within her. It seemed his cock had not gotten its full of his High Priestess.

 

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Samara felt the head of his seed as it exploded within her. She relished the feeling as she milked him for every drop her could give her. She rocked her hips, feeling his hardened girth. It was unyielding as it stayed stiff within her. The potion was doing its job.

With a crushing force, she pressed her lips upon his, needing to connect within him at that point as well. Her tongue darted between his lips, and gently stroked the roof of his mouth.

She made a motion out of his sight. It was on cue that two guards came over. A hand came to rest upon his cheek and she softened her kisses, to become as light a the brushes of feathers upon his lips. One untied the ropes that held his arms, and the other released the bounds of his feet.

With a quick motion she leaned to the side, pulling him with her, still embedded within her, till he was atop her. She wrapped her arms around his back as she locked her lips on his once again, drawing him deep into her kisses

 

[Veroe]

IC: Leontinus

"I don't know how much more of that I have left," He panted though it wasn't necessarily the truth. He hadn't softened in the slightest within her. It seemed his cock had not gotten its full of his High Priestess yet.

He was about to comment upon that when she pressed a firm and demanding kiss upon his lips that he found himself returning with a surprising heat and ardor. It was unreal, divine. He had kissed Stenna many times before, but never was it like this. At the insistence of her tongue he allowed it inside and pushed within like it was his owner wrestling with his and exploring along the roof of his mouth.

He panted into the kiss shaken but exultant in the wash of euphoria of this little moment with Samara.

Suddenly hands of the guards he had forgotten were there were freeing his hands and feet from the ropes that bound him. Then she rolled over without disengaging the kiss or the penetration of her sex with his manhood. So now she was on her back with him astride of her.

Arms and legs wrapped around him as their kiss intensified. He thrust within her like the lion she liked to describe him as. His thrusts were so mighty he slid her body over the bedsheets with each one. He pushed deeper, harder, faster with every breath as he gloried in the sheer animal act of rutting into this divine creature of a woman below him.

 

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The power of his thrusts surprised her. For all the protesting she did not expect him to be so powerful. He stood up to the name she had given him. They were strong, and full of need. Each one grew in intensity and strength as she began to slide along the silken sheets of her bed.

Samara wrapped her legs tighter around him as to not lose the connection. She moaned deeply into their kiss. The force of his lips were almost crushing. Quickly she broke from their kiss, only to throw her head back. A lough moan of pleasure escaped her lips as he thrust within her like an animal lost in rut. Her nails raked into his back, holding on.

In all her years and her previous lovers, none had ever taken her like this or even made her feel this way. She was lost in the ecstasy of him. The that was in that moment was him and the power of him moving within her.

She felt as if she were falling as the pleasure washed over her body, not once, twice, but three times in a row. She felt her sweet tunnel grip and spasm with each orgasm as it ripped though her body causing her cry of pleasure to echo though the room.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Leontinus

Arms and legs wrapped around him as their kiss intensified. He thrust within her like the lion she liked to describe him as. His thrusts were so mighty he slid her body over the bedsheets with each one. He pushed deeper, harder, faster with every breath as he gloried in the sheer animal act of rutting into this divine creature of a woman below him.

She broke the kiss throwing her head back to moan out the sheer passion of his mighty thrusts into her tight sex like some primal beast. He growled at the feel of her fingernails digging into his broad shoulders.

Her sex was tightening, convulsing around him again, milking his battering ram he drove into her. He buried his face into the side of her neck as he ploughed into her clutching hole. His teeth found the delicate skin there and bit down as kept thrusting into her deeper and harder like a ravening beast.

Her climaxes kept rolling through her one after another, could women have more than one-Stenna never had more than one if that...was Samara somehow more sensitive or more capable than his late wife? Each spasm causing her cries of release to echo throughout the room met by growls into her shoulder as the muscles inside her lovetunnel flexed and squeezed around him.

Each time he pushed and coaxed closer and closer to the precipice of his own climax, and then as her third screaming orgasm he erupted within her. His seed flooding every corner of her convulsing womb. His voice joined hers roaring out their release to the heavens above.

By great Krohl's silver eye above it was good-so gooood.

Then it was over. He was spent, exhausted. He lay atop her unable to move. Remarkably his manhood was still unabated. It was still hard and full, eager to plough the fertile ground of Samara's sex all over again, despite the fact that the rest of him had lost its strength to do just that despite the will to do that.

He panted deeply regaining his breath. "I...I can't get enough."

 

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Samara smile with delight though her screams as she heard his low rumbling growl into her neck. She could feel how lost in his lust he was, unable to lift his head. She was not eve bothered by the fact that it was lust at this point. It was as if he were holding on, and his soul focus was rutting within her.

She delighted in the feel of his teeth as they found the tender flesh along the curve of her neck. The thrusting grew in intensity. Each one stroking the tender spot within her. She was lost in the feeling. Her orgasm rolled though her. The third one. Her tunnel tightened, gripping tight and strong around him, holding on to his member for dear life. His member stretching her more and more with each thrust.

With her third orgasm she felt him release deep within her. His cries of pleasure almost deafening in her ear. The hot seed filled her as she convulsed around him. Each spurt sending a shiver of pleasure within her.

A moment seemed like hours in the aftermath. Her breathing was shallow as she tried to catch it. Gently she released her grip from his back. The touch turning to more a caress along the welts left from her nails.

Her body was satiated and her eyelids heavy. The weight of him on her was comforting as she knew this mating was something she was not eager to let go of.

A twitch of his manhood brought her out of her thoughts. He was still hard and embedded within her, deep within her. Her potion was lasting. She smiled in contentment. Knowing that he belonged to her now.

"I...I can't get enough." his voice was ragged as he spoke into her ear,

She stroked his back and up along the nape of his neck. She placed gentle kisses upon the crook of his neck.

"It’s the potion, my love" Intentionally she squeezed her tunnel around his manhood with such precision, it was if a hand stoked him from base to tip. She felt how sensitive she was from his rough thrusting, almost too sensitive and tender, but there was something about the wildness of him that wanted more herself. But there was something else she wanted. She wanted to know him. His souls. She wanted to know more of his past and what made him the man he was today. She wanted to know how he was with his wife, how he could be with her

"Tell me of your home" she whispered in his ear. Her hand came up to caress his chin. "Tell me of your wife, show me how you moved within her. Show me how you planted your seed within her. Plant one in me. " She lifted his chin till she could see his eyes. And with a swift, but gentle movement she took his lips against hers. The kiss was electric and soft. So much different from the crushing passionate ones from before. It was tender and loving.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Leontinus

He panted deeply regaining his breath. "I...I can't get enough."

He lay atop her. His weight of his body pressing her into her mattress. Leontinus felt a little guilty at the prospect of crushing her, but didn't get off of her. He was too exhausted, and it was all he could do to catch his breath with his dead weight laying on top of her.

He felt her hand trace up his spine over the broad shoulders of his back. He winced as her fingers found the scratches her nails had made when they were wrapped up in their mounting passions. Then he felt her lips place a gentle kiss on the side of his neck right over his hammering heartbeat.

"It’s the potion, my love." He groaned her sex constricted around his spent but still unfailingly hard manhood and stroked up his length and back down.

He groaned out in pleasure at the sensation. "Perhaps that and a little bit you too," He replied with a low chuckle, "You are as lovely and desirable as even the goddess, Ifrisa."

"Tell me of your home" she whispered in his ear.

"The lands of the North?" He raised his head to look her in the eye. He was afraid she may be trying to open him up to make him revive Rhoarc. A man that had lost everything, his home, his family, his people, his way of life....Rhoarc had survived all of that, but he may as well have been dead on the inside. "It was far colder with great forests and mountains. What more do you want to know?"

Her hand came up to caress his chin. "Tell me of your wife."

He looked away from her, "Stenna...she was a young maiden when her father promised her to me. She was the fairest of the girls in the lands of the North-she doesn't compare to you in beauty, but she was beautiful and warm and kind..." Emotion was making his last words husky and broken, "...She would have made a fine mother...we would've been happy if you're people hadn't come."

His eyes returned to hers now as he added, "But Stenna is dead, and our daughter too. Rhoarc of the North should have died with them too. If I am still alive I shall be your Leontinus now."

She took his chin saying, "Show me how you moved within her. Show me how you planted your seed within her. Plant one in me." Then she kissed him. This time it wasn't the hungry, needy type of kisses as before. This one was gentler, more like a hand outstretched to take hold of his.

Astonished by this he tried meeting her in the kiss and found it easier than expected. He had only ever kissed Stenna in this way. He was a broken, wounded man when she had met him, and Samara had helped give him a new reason for living. That emotion helped connect them in this moment differently than with his wife, but in some way the same. It was strange and the simplest of things he'd ever known together in one.

He pushed in and out of her tight clutching sex slowly, gently, as if she were made of the fine, delicate pottery popular in the Empire, but would shatter in the hands of a man from the north.

 

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He pushed in and out of her tight clutching sex slowly, gently, as if she were made of the fine, delicate pottery popular in the Empire, but would shatter in the hands of a man from the north.

His words filled her ears. The gentle way he spoke of his wife and of his child. A name escaped his lips. Perhaps his name, the one that was given to him before she had given him a name. There was great emotion in his eyes as he tried to hide that from her. There was a sadness that clung to his being as kissed he back. His kiss, tender and loving. Sometimes light and fleeting, and sometimes soft and warm. It was a kiss of a lover, a kiss of love and compassion.

He moved within her, gentle. Almost as gentle as the kiss their shared. Every movement savoring the moment. A low hum escaped her lips. She opened her eyes to fine his staring down at her. Each slow thrust pulled her in more. She was pulled closer to him.

Her delicate hands came to rest along his sides. Such a contrast from the harsh way her nails had treated his back in their earlier throws of passion. Her hips lifted in timing with each push of his hips. One leg wrapped around his strong body, needing to have another part of her connected to him

"Rhoarc? Is that your name?" Her words were breathless as she stared into his eyes. She wanted to know, needed to know every aspect of this man that was beginning to capture her heart as she had captured his body. "Is that who you were before you were brought to me?"

Samarra let her lips leave his, trailing a line of soft kisses along his jaw. They were no stronger than that of butterfly wings or the breath of the southern winds.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Leontinus

He pushed in and out of her tight clutching sex slowly, gently, as if she were made of the fine, delicate pottery popular in the Empire, but would shatter in the hands of a man from the north.

Leontinus looked into her eyes kissing her lips tenderly as his back arched and hips swayed, and buttocks clenched, pushing his hard manhood within her in an easy, soft pace. Then he felt her hands gently trace his sides and her leg curling over his hip opening her up for his gentle measured thrusts. Samara was beautiful. It surprised how much his opinion of her had changed. He was her prisoner, her slave, yet somehow it didn't matter so much anymore. Was he that much of a different man now.

"Rhoarc? Is that your name?" She panted never breaking their connection between their eyes, "Is that who you were before you were brought to me?"

She began to place feather-soft kisses along his strong jaw and chin. "I am Leontinus now." He replied in a soft but firm whisper.

 

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His thrusts within her held a steady pace as she held his gaze. His eyes lost within hers. She felt he body respond to his gentle movements. He was so careful with her. As if she would break with his touch. A low hum escaped her lips as she let her head drop back breaking their gaze.

"I am Leontinus now." She felt his words spoken against her skin. His warm breath sending shivers along her flesh.

"You are my Leontinus now." She found her hands roaming across his back. She could not get enough of him. The sinew of his muscles. The heat of his body. Her body lost in the gentle pleasure in which he gave her. Loving and gentle. Firm and needy.

She felt her hips lift to meet each thrust, allowing him deeper access within her. She wanted to feel him more. Fell him fill her with each gentle stroke.

"You are mine now" Her words escaped her lips in short breaths as she felt the pleasure rise within her.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Leontinus

She began to place feather-soft kisses along his strong jaw and chin. "I am Leontinus now." He replied in a soft but firm whisper.

"You are my Leontinus now," she confirmed with hands gently tracing the backs of his broad shoulders over the scratches she left before, as if in apology to him.

Her hips raised up in time with each of his tender thrusts inside, aiding his motions all the way to her deepest sanctum as a revered guest rather than a conquering invader. That was good. He wanted to bury Rhoarc within her, bury all the grief and pain and loss of a destroyed man within her and be gloriously reborn as just her Leontinus forever more.

By Krohl's burning eye at this moment he wanted that.

He was getting close again to planting his seed within her again. His motions were mounting faster but still tender and gentle, pushing into her inner sanctum with all the reverence that was due her.

"You are mine now" Her words came as he felt her sex tighten in an easy release immediately followed by his own.

He lay atop of her unmoving, panting and heaving for breath. Finally he rolled off of her his still hard cock throbbing eager to go back inside its new favorite home of Samara. His heart was pounding in his chest and his skin still tingled as if under her touch still. He spread out on her large bed and moaned out his exhaustion, "I can't go again...whatever that draught was...I think it will kill me if I do...I'm sorry..."

He turned his head to look at her to see if she was disappointed in him for that.

 

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Her body hummed with a pulsing electricity as she rode the crashing wave of pleasure. The tenderness of his movements even as he brought himself to a climax put her in a state of awe. Most of the time she would have the pleasure she wanted but, her partner would put her needs aside for theirs. Each time, his body had brought pleasure to hers.

She felt him finish deep within her, his seed filling her once again. His body was heavy with exhaustion as he lay upon her. His breathing heavy and rapid as he tried to find himself once again in the waves of ecstasy.

Soon he rolled from her, laying face up. His body glimmering with a slight sheep of sweat upon her fine sheets that seemed to frame his large figure. She loved the sight of him in her bed and hoped that he would never have to leave it

"I can't go again...whatever that draught was...I think it will kill me if I do...I'm sorry..."

Samara rolled over, letting her fingers trace along the sinew of his arm.

"There is no need to be sorry" she turned to him. The corner of her lip upturned in a little smirk. I think that will be enough for this evening. And with that she moved into the crook of his body and lay her head upon his shoulder. A soft touch of her arm lay across his abdomen. She loved the feel of his warmth and strength. "Wake me in the morning. Wake we with that strong pole of yours buried deep within me…"Her words mumbled as she dozed off in his embrace