The Demoness
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Fajera
Her hips rolled against his luscious tongue, soft mewing sounds escaping between her lips as she ground her moist, succulent sex against his face. Her back arched sleekly, fiery copper locks cascaded like a river of molten lava down her back, the wispy tendrils swallowing up his engorged, throbbing cock.
Her eyes flew open at his pleasured moan causing a wanton hungry smile stretched across full, pouty lips. She twisted her body above him, flicking her head and whipping her hair across his erect phallus. Her sex was still poised over his hungry mouth, but now her parted lips hovered above his cock, hot breath sliding temptingly over its angry red tip. She ground her pussy against his mouth, growling low in her throat as he paused in his ministrations.
Her fingers slide the length of his restrained muscular thighs, smirking as his hips twitched and lifted impulsively toward her waiting mouth. She lowered her head and laved her scorching tongue along the length of his cock, avoiding the tip completely. Long, wet, tortuously slow sizzling strokes of her tongue, as that of a cat with a bowl of cream. His moans and eager urgings enflamed her, yet still she teased and coyly bathed his cock with her hot tongue until the urge to take him within her mouth overtook her.
Her hands cupped and cradled his sac as she lifted her head and flicked her searing tongue over the tip, capturing the tasty beads of pre-cum that had formed and crept along the glistening head. Her lips slid over his tip, engulfing the slick shaft in her boiling hot wet mouth. Her tongue extending, lengthened and twisted its way around the length of his throbbing cock, sliding and squeezing, rubbing and massaging against it as her slick mouth slid over the entirety of his pulsating cock in a steady, sexy rhythm.
Her hips rolled against his luscious tongue, soft mewing sounds escaping between her lips as she ground her moist, succulent sex against his face. Her back arched sleekly, fiery copper locks cascaded like a river of molten lava down her back, the wispy tendrils swallowing up his engorged, throbbing cock.
Her eyes flew open at his pleasured moan causing a wanton hungry smile stretched across full, pouty lips. She twisted her body above him, flicking her head and whipping her hair across his erect phallus. Her sex was still poised over his hungry mouth, but now her parted lips hovered above his cock, hot breath sliding temptingly over its angry red tip. She ground her pussy against his mouth, growling low in her throat as he paused in his ministrations.
Her fingers slide the length of his restrained muscular thighs, smirking as his hips twitched and lifted impulsively toward her waiting mouth. She lowered her head and laved her scorching tongue along the length of his cock, avoiding the tip completely. Long, wet, tortuously slow sizzling strokes of her tongue, as that of a cat with a bowl of cream. His moans and eager urgings enflamed her, yet still she teased and coyly bathed his cock with her hot tongue until the urge to take him within her mouth overtook her.
Her hands cupped and cradled his sac as she lifted her head and flicked her searing tongue over the tip, capturing the tasty beads of pre-cum that had formed and crept along the glistening head. Her lips slid over his tip, engulfing the slick shaft in her boiling hot wet mouth. Her tongue extending, lengthened and twisted its way around the length of his throbbing cock, sliding and squeezing, rubbing and massaging against it as her slick mouth slid over the entirety of his pulsating cock in a steady, sexy rhythm.
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A Bad Girl
character: Kara 5'1" 105 lbs slim brunette pixie type girl,
32b 24 26 wide brown eyes, high cheeck bones 22 yrs old.
She was dabbling in the Ocult like th girls from THE CRAFT, and now shes in trouble because on of the sexy demoness' is free and going to teach her a lesson, bending poor Kara to thier wills and domination! *Ummmm*
Kara was in her red panties and long silky robe, sitting cross legged on the floor. a pentagram was inscribed before her, and rolls of smoke and sulfur billowed out. "Did I read that correctly? I hope so!" she lamented. The large Occult Spell Book was opne in her lap, and she double checked the latin text, smudged and decrepit. "Im trying to get this youth spell to work but....oh fudge!"
She peered through the dark smoke , and thought she could vaguely make out a shape approaching her. A cold wind seemed to envelope her half naked, nubile body and goose bumps ran across her breasts and flesh. It felt as if Ice had carressed her thighs and back, she sat straight up, her nipples poking laarge through her flimsy satin top.
character: Kara 5'1" 105 lbs slim brunette pixie type girl,
32b 24 26 wide brown eyes, high cheeck bones 22 yrs old.
She was dabbling in the Ocult like th girls from THE CRAFT, and now shes in trouble because on of the sexy demoness' is free and going to teach her a lesson, bending poor Kara to thier wills and domination! *Ummmm*
Kara was in her red panties and long silky robe, sitting cross legged on the floor. a pentagram was inscribed before her, and rolls of smoke and sulfur billowed out. "Did I read that correctly? I hope so!" she lamented. The large Occult Spell Book was opne in her lap, and she double checked the latin text, smudged and decrepit. "Im trying to get this youth spell to work but....oh fudge!"
She peered through the dark smoke , and thought she could vaguely make out a shape approaching her. A cold wind seemed to envelope her half naked, nubile body and goose bumps ran across her breasts and flesh. It felt as if Ice had carressed her thighs and back, she sat straight up, her nipples poking laarge through her flimsy satin top.
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The thrall reaches new heights and begs
:Young, nubile male thrall:
He gasped as her mouth descended on his cock, harder than it had ever been, driven by the demonic forces filling his blood from his suckling at her firey sex. It yielded a honey-like syrup that was firey and sweet and musky at once. He could not drink enough, his tongue reaching deep in her vagina to hook out more, and more.
As her tongue wrapped his shaft and twisted it in her rippling mouth, his hips began bucking involuntarily, fucking her mouth from below. Like an untamed horse saddled for the first time, he bucked and twisted and turned every which way, his cock trying to get down her throat, yet each time she would laugh, then tease and grip his balls and squeeze and pump him to a higher, faster, harder rythmn.
He felt like his heart was going to burst, but her sex honey was like an amphetimine, giving him strength and endurance he never had before. And staying power! With his sometimes girlfriend, who liked to suck cock, he usually lasted not very long at all before spraying his essence into her. This demoness was ten times the fellatatrix that Ginny was, and yet he kept bucking, and the feeling kept getting more intense, more hot, his cock felt like it was the size of a football, and she kept working it.
He longed to have his arms around her hips, to massage and grip her luscious ass, to tickle her tight bottom-hole, to rub her back and hold her breasts, but his arms were tied down as tight as his legs.
He broke off his suckling at her honeyed slit long enough to gasp. "Mistress, may this boy have the freedom of his hands, that he might worship your sweet ass properly as he drinks from your sex? Please, oh please."
:Young, nubile male thrall:
He gasped as her mouth descended on his cock, harder than it had ever been, driven by the demonic forces filling his blood from his suckling at her firey sex. It yielded a honey-like syrup that was firey and sweet and musky at once. He could not drink enough, his tongue reaching deep in her vagina to hook out more, and more.
As her tongue wrapped his shaft and twisted it in her rippling mouth, his hips began bucking involuntarily, fucking her mouth from below. Like an untamed horse saddled for the first time, he bucked and twisted and turned every which way, his cock trying to get down her throat, yet each time she would laugh, then tease and grip his balls and squeeze and pump him to a higher, faster, harder rythmn.
He felt like his heart was going to burst, but her sex honey was like an amphetimine, giving him strength and endurance he never had before. And staying power! With his sometimes girlfriend, who liked to suck cock, he usually lasted not very long at all before spraying his essence into her. This demoness was ten times the fellatatrix that Ginny was, and yet he kept bucking, and the feeling kept getting more intense, more hot, his cock felt like it was the size of a football, and she kept working it.
He longed to have his arms around her hips, to massage and grip her luscious ass, to tickle her tight bottom-hole, to rub her back and hold her breasts, but his arms were tied down as tight as his legs.
He broke off his suckling at her honeyed slit long enough to gasp. "Mistress, may this boy have the freedom of his hands, that he might worship your sweet ass properly as he drinks from your sex? Please, oh please."
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Adel
Adel's eyes moved slowly over the crowded room of the Pedmont Casino, her attention drawn to a burly man who sat at a blackjack table, his gaze intense on the cards infront of him. His muscles bunched and corderd as he repeatedly lifted the cool glass of beer to his lips and drank. Focusing on the length of his body her eyes flashed radiant green for a moment before she controlled herself. She had to stop herself before she made the males in her vacinity hot and cause a stir. She wanted this to run as smoothly as it could. Threading her way through the crowd, her destination solid and in sight Adel focused her energy into arousing the man's senses letting him know that he was being watched, being hunted.
OOC: I decided to add a few things to my demoness one being her ability to incite heat (not just sexual) to those males around her when she's aroused. This often causes human males to be slightly delirious.
Adel's eyes moved slowly over the crowded room of the Pedmont Casino, her attention drawn to a burly man who sat at a blackjack table, his gaze intense on the cards infront of him. His muscles bunched and corderd as he repeatedly lifted the cool glass of beer to his lips and drank. Focusing on the length of his body her eyes flashed radiant green for a moment before she controlled herself. She had to stop herself before she made the males in her vacinity hot and cause a stir. She wanted this to run as smoothly as it could. Threading her way through the crowd, her destination solid and in sight Adel focused her energy into arousing the man's senses letting him know that he was being watched, being hunted.
OOC: I decided to add a few things to my demoness one being her ability to incite heat (not just sexual) to those males around her when she's aroused. This often causes human males to be slightly delirious.
Rick
His eyes flickered over his cards again, then around the table.
Suckers..all of them looked like suckers to him. This was like taking candy from a baby and with these cards how was he going to loose.
Then he started to feel the hairs on the back of his neck rise. He looked over the players again....no way there was no way there was a rounder in this group....what the fuck was going on he thought to himself.
But his instincts were always on..and when you feel those hairs on the back of your neck rise you walk away..no questions asked.
His eyes looked over each person and he would swear that not one of these clowns new what he was doing. His eyes lifted up briefly and then he saw two green eyes looking back.
It took him a moment to take in the rest of the figure. Damm that was one hot looking woman. Was she looking at him? Keep your mind on the game you fool....suckers chase broads...but his eyes flickered back. Those green eyes....that red hair........the hairs on his neck werent the only thing starting to stand up. Keep your mind on the blasted game he thought to himself........
O.O.C
sorry I didnt reply sooner Adel I didnt realize you were talking about me at first. I'll post much more promptly from now on
His eyes flickered over his cards again, then around the table.
Suckers..all of them looked like suckers to him. This was like taking candy from a baby and with these cards how was he going to loose.
Then he started to feel the hairs on the back of his neck rise. He looked over the players again....no way there was no way there was a rounder in this group....what the fuck was going on he thought to himself.
But his instincts were always on..and when you feel those hairs on the back of your neck rise you walk away..no questions asked.
His eyes looked over each person and he would swear that not one of these clowns new what he was doing. His eyes lifted up briefly and then he saw two green eyes looking back.
It took him a moment to take in the rest of the figure. Damm that was one hot looking woman. Was she looking at him? Keep your mind on the game you fool....suckers chase broads...but his eyes flickered back. Those green eyes....that red hair........the hairs on his neck werent the only thing starting to stand up. Keep your mind on the blasted game he thought to himself........
O.O.C
sorry I didnt reply sooner Adel I didnt realize you were talking about me at first. I'll post much more promptly from now on
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Fajera
"Mistress, may this boy have the freedom of his hands, that he might worship your sweet ass properly as he drinks from your sex? Please, oh please."
One moment she was straddled over his body, the next she was standing next to the bed, peering down at him intently. Her facial expression was blank, save for her eyes. They literally burned. The half closed lids rose to reveal the familiar luminous green orbs, the fine sheen of red having retreated to where it was a fiery, flaming outline around the iris.
She watched him impassively as he writhed on the bed, pulling furtively at his restraints.
“Be still.” She commanded, her voice authoritative, ringing with the essence of steel.
From her expression, it was unsure whether she was pleased at his immediate compliance. It remained as blank and emotionless as before. She stalked slowly around the bed pausing as she reached the other side, never taking those smoldering eyes from him.
“My pet.” She said, her voice cool, calm. “You realize that is what you are, do you not? My pet. My slave.”
A slight smile curled her full lips at his affirmative nod.
“Does that please you?” She questioned.
The upturn of her lips lifting even more at his second affirmation.
“You realize why you exist?” She queried, her hands braced against the bed on either side of his face as she leaned over him, her gaze boring into his.
The smile dissolved into a smirk as the fingers of one hand closed over his jaw, sharp nails digging slightly into his cheeks. Her nostrils flared at his scent; the ripe, warm aroma of sex, want, need and, last but certainly not least, fear. Her eyes closed briefly in delight as she took in his essence. She wanted to roll in that scent, rub herself against him until she was saturated with it. All in good time though, first, her point must be made. Her eyes flicked open, her gaze focused on his.
“Answer me.” She whispered against his ear.
“I exist to serve you and your will.”
“Yes, but you have disappointed me, my pet. There is much for you to learn.” She replied coolly. She rose, standing along the side of the bed. The ropes surrounding his limbs suddenly moved of their own accord against his skin. Ebon snakes hissed at him, their forked tongues flicking out to taste the air as they curled around his wrists and ankles. Fajera laughed at his shocked cry. She sat on the edge of the bed, sliding the back of her fingers in a fond caress against the smooth scales of the nearest serpent. Her gaze trapped her thrall yet again, his fear rolling across her tongue as that of the most flavorful of wines.
“Lesson one. You will never beg any favor of me again without being given permission first.” She leaned over him, capturing his gaze, bewitching his mind, as the snakes coiled and slithered against him. Her mouth lowered to his, her moist tongue flicking, as that of the snakes, against his full lower lip. “Do I make myself perfectly clear?”
"Mistress, may this boy have the freedom of his hands, that he might worship your sweet ass properly as he drinks from your sex? Please, oh please."
One moment she was straddled over his body, the next she was standing next to the bed, peering down at him intently. Her facial expression was blank, save for her eyes. They literally burned. The half closed lids rose to reveal the familiar luminous green orbs, the fine sheen of red having retreated to where it was a fiery, flaming outline around the iris.
She watched him impassively as he writhed on the bed, pulling furtively at his restraints.
“Be still.” She commanded, her voice authoritative, ringing with the essence of steel.
From her expression, it was unsure whether she was pleased at his immediate compliance. It remained as blank and emotionless as before. She stalked slowly around the bed pausing as she reached the other side, never taking those smoldering eyes from him.
“My pet.” She said, her voice cool, calm. “You realize that is what you are, do you not? My pet. My slave.”
A slight smile curled her full lips at his affirmative nod.
“Does that please you?” She questioned.
The upturn of her lips lifting even more at his second affirmation.
“You realize why you exist?” She queried, her hands braced against the bed on either side of his face as she leaned over him, her gaze boring into his.
The smile dissolved into a smirk as the fingers of one hand closed over his jaw, sharp nails digging slightly into his cheeks. Her nostrils flared at his scent; the ripe, warm aroma of sex, want, need and, last but certainly not least, fear. Her eyes closed briefly in delight as she took in his essence. She wanted to roll in that scent, rub herself against him until she was saturated with it. All in good time though, first, her point must be made. Her eyes flicked open, her gaze focused on his.
“Answer me.” She whispered against his ear.
“I exist to serve you and your will.”
“Yes, but you have disappointed me, my pet. There is much for you to learn.” She replied coolly. She rose, standing along the side of the bed. The ropes surrounding his limbs suddenly moved of their own accord against his skin. Ebon snakes hissed at him, their forked tongues flicking out to taste the air as they curled around his wrists and ankles. Fajera laughed at his shocked cry. She sat on the edge of the bed, sliding the back of her fingers in a fond caress against the smooth scales of the nearest serpent. Her gaze trapped her thrall yet again, his fear rolling across her tongue as that of the most flavorful of wines.
“Lesson one. You will never beg any favor of me again without being given permission first.” She leaned over him, capturing his gaze, bewitching his mind, as the snakes coiled and slithered against him. Her mouth lowered to his, her moist tongue flicking, as that of the snakes, against his full lower lip. “Do I make myself perfectly clear?”
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It Had To Be Snakes ...
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He shuddered and almost lost control when the snakes appeared, coiling about him, hissing and slithering over his groin and face.
His fear washed through his passion as the Demoness drove home her point. His mind raced through how to deal with this without going mad. Submit ... that was the only strategy that seemed possible ... submit.
"Yes, you are perfectly clear." He held perfectly still as her face in his held the stare. "I will await your command, and hope, if it is your pleasure, to be allowed to please you."
He grimaced, realizing that his cock was again growing hard within the coils of a small snake wrapping about it and steadily tightening and releasing ... or was that a snake? He could not see, and dared not look down.
He waited for her next move, his swollen cock throbbing with each heartbeat.
:young, nubile male thrall:
He shuddered and almost lost control when the snakes appeared, coiling about him, hissing and slithering over his groin and face.
His fear washed through his passion as the Demoness drove home her point. His mind raced through how to deal with this without going mad. Submit ... that was the only strategy that seemed possible ... submit.
"Yes, you are perfectly clear." He held perfectly still as her face in his held the stare. "I will await your command, and hope, if it is your pleasure, to be allowed to please you."
He grimaced, realizing that his cock was again growing hard within the coils of a small snake wrapping about it and steadily tightening and releasing ... or was that a snake? He could not see, and dared not look down.
He waited for her next move, his swollen cock throbbing with each heartbeat.
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Fajera
Fajera rose from the bed, a small, well-pleased smile playing around the corners of her mouth. Her mane of fiery red hair cascaded over the slope of her chest like a veil of dancing flame. It moved as if it had a life of its own, the tendrils curled around pouty upturned nipples in a smooth caress, as if her own body fell upon itself to please her.
She slid a fingertip down along her newest conquest’s chest, grazing over his abdomen, pausing to give brief attention to his swollen, engorged cock. As her caress trailed over the ebon serpent coiled around his shaft, it released its hold and slithered up her arm, curling its body around her hand and lower arm. She petted it affectionately, holding it up to her mouth as she placed a tender kiss upon its head. It hissed its pleasure at the attention, its forked tongue flicking out against her ruby lips.
Her smoldering gaze returned to her thrall, tracing the line of his body. With a flick of her wrist and a muttered arcane word, the serpents vanished save for the one coiled around her hand. Her stare returned to him, her gaze intense, anticipatory.
“Rise from the bed and kneel before me, my pet.”
Fajera rose from the bed, a small, well-pleased smile playing around the corners of her mouth. Her mane of fiery red hair cascaded over the slope of her chest like a veil of dancing flame. It moved as if it had a life of its own, the tendrils curled around pouty upturned nipples in a smooth caress, as if her own body fell upon itself to please her.
She slid a fingertip down along her newest conquest’s chest, grazing over his abdomen, pausing to give brief attention to his swollen, engorged cock. As her caress trailed over the ebon serpent coiled around his shaft, it released its hold and slithered up her arm, curling its body around her hand and lower arm. She petted it affectionately, holding it up to her mouth as she placed a tender kiss upon its head. It hissed its pleasure at the attention, its forked tongue flicking out against her ruby lips.
Her smoldering gaze returned to her thrall, tracing the line of his body. With a flick of her wrist and a muttered arcane word, the serpents vanished save for the one coiled around her hand. Her stare returned to him, her gaze intense, anticipatory.
“Rise from the bed and kneel before me, my pet.”
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Kneeling Before the Demoness
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The bonds had slipped away like smoke and he raised himself as quickly as he could, limbs stiff from the combination of spasming orgasms and tight bonds. He tumbled off the bed and fell on his hands and knees before her, feeling the heat radiating off her body.
His cock, hard and full and feeling as though a knot had been tied in it, jutting between his legs, throbbing with each pulse, purple veins covering it. The tip dripped slick fluid with a steady pace, the glistening strands swinging with the pounding of his heart.
He pressed his forehead to the carpet, his rump high in the air, his cock and balls and ass exposed, hoping for her approval.
And terrified of what would happen when he was no longer able to please her.
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The bonds had slipped away like smoke and he raised himself as quickly as he could, limbs stiff from the combination of spasming orgasms and tight bonds. He tumbled off the bed and fell on his hands and knees before her, feeling the heat radiating off her body.
His cock, hard and full and feeling as though a knot had been tied in it, jutting between his legs, throbbing with each pulse, purple veins covering it. The tip dripped slick fluid with a steady pace, the glistening strands swinging with the pounding of his heart.
He pressed his forehead to the carpet, his rump high in the air, his cock and balls and ass exposed, hoping for her approval.
And terrified of what would happen when he was no longer able to please her.
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Fajera
Fajera strolled leisurely around the young human, well pleased by his actions. She murmured her approval to him, “Very good. I had not thought to find you so obedient.” Her words a mere whisper on the air. She paused behind him and reached down, stroking over the curve of his naked buttock. Fajera’s hand plunged down between his legs and stroked his heavy sac and stiff, ready phallus. She loosed a throaty laugh as it responded to her touch, throbbing and straining against her hand. She rose and walked around, standing in front of him.
“Rise to your knees.” She commanded, her voice strong and sure yet dripping with honeyed sweetness.
Her full ruby lips spread into a wide smile at he raised quickly to his knees, sitting back on his heels with his legs spread wide, the evidence of his desire blatantly obvious. Fajera stepped forward, cupping his chin and lifting his face so that he looked into her eyes.
“You are mine.” The room swam with power. A hot shimmering wind filled the room, electric warmth beat against their skin as her words rose, amplified and empowered by the force filling the room. “Claimed by me, Fajera, dark demoness of the netherworld. Your life before this moment is of no consequence. You belong to me. I am your Mistress, sealer of your fate, bringer of your destiny, your protector. No one shall dare to bring harm upon you unless I wish it. You live to serve me and me alone.”
Her eyes grew as she spoke. They were huge, fathomless, engulfed in terrifying flame. They filled his mind, burning away any doubt that remained, extinguishing any lingering resistance.
She reached forward and cradled the sides of his face in her scorching hands. The last remaining serpent uncoiled from her hand and slithered around his neck. The ebon snake opened his mouth and swallowed his own tail, tightening itself around his neck, encircling it completely. She pressed her mouth against his, thrusting her searing tongue into his mouth, kissing him brutally, possessively. The touch of her lips was electric, shocking, causing a pure white heat to fill his body. The shimmering wind swirled around their bodies fiercely, whipping her hair wildly around their lip-locked heads. She pulled away from him abruptly, breathless and heaving. Her fiery gaze drifted over his body, pausing at his neck. She threw back her head and laughed in delight. Around his neck was no coiled snake, at least not anymore. It had transformed into a gleaming, seamless black leather collar. It was decorated with black on black embossed slithering snake with two embedded silver hoops to symbolize the creature’s sharp fangs.
Laughter still rang in her voice as she stepped forward.
“You are mine, now and forever, my favored pet.” Her hand swept down in a gentle caress along his cheek, “Come. You shall be rewarded.” She grasped his hand and lifted him to his feet, leading him back to the bed. “You shall have your release.” She lay back on the bed, her hands roaming over his body in a tantalizing, slow yet through caress.
Fajera strolled leisurely around the young human, well pleased by his actions. She murmured her approval to him, “Very good. I had not thought to find you so obedient.” Her words a mere whisper on the air. She paused behind him and reached down, stroking over the curve of his naked buttock. Fajera’s hand plunged down between his legs and stroked his heavy sac and stiff, ready phallus. She loosed a throaty laugh as it responded to her touch, throbbing and straining against her hand. She rose and walked around, standing in front of him.
“Rise to your knees.” She commanded, her voice strong and sure yet dripping with honeyed sweetness.
Her full ruby lips spread into a wide smile at he raised quickly to his knees, sitting back on his heels with his legs spread wide, the evidence of his desire blatantly obvious. Fajera stepped forward, cupping his chin and lifting his face so that he looked into her eyes.
“You are mine.” The room swam with power. A hot shimmering wind filled the room, electric warmth beat against their skin as her words rose, amplified and empowered by the force filling the room. “Claimed by me, Fajera, dark demoness of the netherworld. Your life before this moment is of no consequence. You belong to me. I am your Mistress, sealer of your fate, bringer of your destiny, your protector. No one shall dare to bring harm upon you unless I wish it. You live to serve me and me alone.”
Her eyes grew as she spoke. They were huge, fathomless, engulfed in terrifying flame. They filled his mind, burning away any doubt that remained, extinguishing any lingering resistance.
She reached forward and cradled the sides of his face in her scorching hands. The last remaining serpent uncoiled from her hand and slithered around his neck. The ebon snake opened his mouth and swallowed his own tail, tightening itself around his neck, encircling it completely. She pressed her mouth against his, thrusting her searing tongue into his mouth, kissing him brutally, possessively. The touch of her lips was electric, shocking, causing a pure white heat to fill his body. The shimmering wind swirled around their bodies fiercely, whipping her hair wildly around their lip-locked heads. She pulled away from him abruptly, breathless and heaving. Her fiery gaze drifted over his body, pausing at his neck. She threw back her head and laughed in delight. Around his neck was no coiled snake, at least not anymore. It had transformed into a gleaming, seamless black leather collar. It was decorated with black on black embossed slithering snake with two embedded silver hoops to symbolize the creature’s sharp fangs.
Laughter still rang in her voice as she stepped forward.
“You are mine, now and forever, my favored pet.” Her hand swept down in a gentle caress along his cheek, “Come. You shall be rewarded.” She grasped his hand and lifted him to his feet, leading him back to the bed. “You shall have your release.” She lay back on the bed, her hands roaming over his body in a tantalizing, slow yet through caress.
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Thrall Granted His Release
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He was on her before she knew what he was doing.
He scooped her up in his right arm and lifted her up on the nest of bedding, and drove into her instantly, impaling her, and slamming her hard and deep.
The blood rush came over her face and neck instantly, the deceptive look on her face of tragedy, pain. Her arms flung out and she bounced against the mess of bedclothes like a rag doll.
So was so tight, so wet and hot it astonished him, the sheath of convulsing flesh feeling almost virginal, driving him right up to the edge. He ripped at what she wore, tore it over her head and threw it off the bed. And in some made moment it seemed she had him again, this time with her glove-tight little vagina, and her naked belly and breasts sealed against him, and he was her prisoner, her slave. But he wasn't going to come until she came. He wasn't going to spend until he saw her shuddering and helpless, and he drew up, lifting her bottom with his left arm, lifting her and forcing her down on himself, then slammed her under the full weight of his body, grabbing at her mouth with his mouth, kissing her, and making her face be still under his. When he caught her like that, slamming her and kissing her, she exploded inside, the blood flush going dark, her heart stopping, full throttle into "the little death," her moans animalian, raw. And holding back nothing, he went on fucking her, spending into her, fucking her harder than he ever fucked anything or anyone -- male or female, whore or hustler, or powerless phantom of the imagination -- in his life.
( ... with apologies to Anne Rice and "Exit to Eden" Chapter 12,
from which this passage is blantantly lifted ... )
:Young, nubile, male thrall:
He was on her before she knew what he was doing.
He scooped her up in his right arm and lifted her up on the nest of bedding, and drove into her instantly, impaling her, and slamming her hard and deep.
The blood rush came over her face and neck instantly, the deceptive look on her face of tragedy, pain. Her arms flung out and she bounced against the mess of bedclothes like a rag doll.
So was so tight, so wet and hot it astonished him, the sheath of convulsing flesh feeling almost virginal, driving him right up to the edge. He ripped at what she wore, tore it over her head and threw it off the bed. And in some made moment it seemed she had him again, this time with her glove-tight little vagina, and her naked belly and breasts sealed against him, and he was her prisoner, her slave. But he wasn't going to come until she came. He wasn't going to spend until he saw her shuddering and helpless, and he drew up, lifting her bottom with his left arm, lifting her and forcing her down on himself, then slammed her under the full weight of his body, grabbing at her mouth with his mouth, kissing her, and making her face be still under his. When he caught her like that, slamming her and kissing her, she exploded inside, the blood flush going dark, her heart stopping, full throttle into "the little death," her moans animalian, raw. And holding back nothing, he went on fucking her, spending into her, fucking her harder than he ever fucked anything or anyone -- male or female, whore or hustler, or powerless phantom of the imagination -- in his life.
( ... with apologies to Anne Rice and "Exit to Eden" Chapter 12,
from which this passage is blantantly lifted ... )
