<span style="font-family:Arapey">Celeste hadn't understood what she had done wrong. Speaking such words to that of a stranger made her feel so unclean and she hated herself for it. She knew it was all for the promise of clothing to cover her wounded curves and when he denied her, her eyes widened. "N-No I.. I did everything you asked..  You.. You can't!" She felt the hold on her wrists loosen and when she tried to push herself up, she felt his arm between her legs and an innocent gasp escaped her chapped lips. The way his hand felt against her intimate flesh made Celeste whimper and she felt her gaze narrow as she fought desire. It was a cruel demon that was beginning to take hold of her small form and she clamped her eyes shut before he could see it clear as a veil across her gaze. She felt her entire body tense and when what Emlyn had said processed into Celeste's mind she tried to push herself up. "Wh-What? Tomorrow? Y-You.. You can't.." Her disbelief was clear across her face and when she looked over her shoulder there was a mischieviousness in his stature. Celeste blushed softly and suddenly there was a slight pain growing between her legs before a cry escaped her. Celeste quickly brought her fingers up to her lips and shame was slowly covering her like a cloud. A heavy breath moved against her fingers and when she felt the tug on her chain, Celeste couldn't even gather her balance properly and she stumbled against different stacks of books and bookshelves before she was able to stand fully. <br/>
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When he tied her to the headboard and she was kneeling on the bed, fingers feeling how soft it was and she let out a huff. She figured that she would sleep here, and when Emlyn himself began to strip she blushed and turned away. She couldn't believe that he was doing such a thing here of all places and what purpose it served.. But she shut her eyes as she tried not to think about it. The way he touched her was so familiar and part of her hated it, but there was a part of her that lived for that intoxicating, yet forbidden feeling in her gut. Just as she let the thought drift she felt an arm snake around her waist and she backed away out of response before feeling his chest beneath her shoulder blades. The young angel wasn't permitted any clothes of any kind and when she felt his hot skin against her she was suddenly uncomfortable. She didn't know what a man's skin felt like she didn't want him to get closer than he already was. She figured it was probably because of her purity, but she couldn't tell and she didn't want to know. As soon as his arm was around her waist she felt a shiver escape her and she looked away and shifted uncomfortably in his arms and before she knew it he slept soundly behind her. Celeste could feel the hot breath against her neck and she shut her eyes hopelessly, in a feeble attempt to fall asleep.<br/>
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However, things were not so simple. She struggled to fall asleep and as she tried to find some sort of comfortable position she tried laying on her back with his arm around her waist but she felt odd being in the arms of someone she barely knew or at all. Celeste felt her eyes fall and she sighed heavily before turning her body toward him and looking up at him as he slept soundly. It was odd.. There was such power that he held over her, but when Emlyn slept there was an almost softness to his features and a vulnerability to his peaceful face. Celeste looked up at him and felt a flash of anger rise in her before she rolled back onto her side and wrapped his arm back around her waist before eventually tossing and turning against him. As Celeste felt a hard length beneath her she looked around and in a daze felt herself against it. Was she against the bed frame? Her eyes were still shut and she reached for it to try and understand what it was but it was against her ass. Maybe she had hit the edge of the frame and she nuzzled against it and when her fingers brushed against it, it held heat. She didn't understand what she was touching, so when she blinked a few times and looked over her shoulder Celeste looked at Emlyn's frame and the eyes that stared back at her. Quickly she pulled her hand away, a blush clear across her face under the blanket of darkness. <br/>
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She was not a lewd girl and she never imagined that her curiosity would have led her down such a destructive path. Shaking her head she tried to pull away from him if only for a moment. A hand rested on his forearm and she didn't move regardless of how badly she wanted to. Celeste looked down and chewed at her lower lip before shutting her eyes. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff">"I didn't.. I wasn't trying to.. I would never!" </span>Celeste felt her head hang in shame and she trembled gently. Not only had she touched him inappropriately, she had done so without him telling her to. That was sure to have some sort of consequence, no matter how much he may have liked her fingers wrapped around his shaft.</span>