<span style="font-size: 12px">Karas's expression were enough alone to push Analee to do things to prove herself. It had always been that way. How it started? Maybe she had always been attracted to him and wanted to be seen as an equal, not one to be pushed around the courtyard in training. There had been other girls, Analee wasn’t the only one, but she wanted to be above them, just as they did her. Analee found their games never seemed to end, pushed harder and further than the previous time…no matter how beat up or sore she ended up that night, the next day she was pushing through it again. If only to push Karas and test him just as he tested her. But here and now, he was pushing a new game on her and even now, Analee wasn’t going to shy away from him. So she gave in, in a way, wanting to show herself to him. <br/>
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With her top now off laying on the ground, her blue eyes watched his expression .The way he watched her breasts as they were shown to him. She half wondered…was this his first time? But with the way his hands were playing in her pants, she doubted that. She could see a hunger in those eyes, the way they watched her pink nipples, this only added a heat to her body that flared out to every inch of her. Oh the things he could do to her. She should have known any sort of command given to him, any warning, would have been met with that grin that was now planted on his lips. Her eyes only narrowed further to that expression. To feel his bare chest against her own, her body flush, was something. His warmth made her hot, the misting rain all but a cool caress on her back, a reminder that they were outside, in the middle of a field someplace far away in the night. With the ceasing rain, the sound of crickets started up, a few owls making their calls in the tall trees around them. His soft pants amused her, giving her a feeling of a sort of accomplishment that she could take his breath away from him like that. <br/>
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As she gave him a better view of herself, her eyes followed the way his tongue worked over his lip. Seeing that she had that sort of effect on him made her toes curl in her boots just the slightest, her thighs squeeze at his waist just a little firmer. His tone, she already knew she set him off, was she ready really for this game? A laugh bubbled up from her from his comment, which quickly turned into a surprised gasp as he took one of her rosy pink buds between his hot lips. Her nails soon found handle to his skin, pressing in slowly as she seemed to press her breasts a little more against his mouth. Then there was that sweet moan that soon followed into the quiet night as he sucked on her.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff"> “Karas…”</span> She swallowed; there was no question to his name, just a murmur of his name in a pleasured tone.  The way his tongue moved over the skin, his teeth grazing her flesh. Oh, he seemed to be knowing exactly what he was doing.<br/>
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Her head tilted away as a heavy breath came from her, her breasts rising up with that pant before falling back down. A hiss came from as he became a little more rough, pulling on the tender point with his teeth before letting it go. Her breast bounced from the action, her rosy nip a deeper shade from the treatment and glistening with his saliva.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff"> “Why do you have to be so hard?”</span> But her words didn’t seem all that serious, ground out in a moan as he took the other bud into his mouth. Her thighs squeezed against him as he began to suckle a bit harsher, the tender skin a hard bud in his mouth. She hissed as her body attempted to pull from that harsh treatment, only for it to become harsher as he pinched it in his teeth. Her eyes glared right back, but no anger danced in them, her dark pupils a bit larger than they normally were, from the pleasure she was receiving. <br/>
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She realized she was not getting away from this. She was wrapped up in him. All the while she couldn’t ignore how his hands were squeezing her, this only adding to the heat to her body. As his fingers explored there was that moan that came from her again, he was setting her on fire. How much more of his teasing, testing would she handle before she found herself begging for something that wasn’t far from her mind now? As his fingers felt around those tender hidden lips her nails drug up along the back of his neck, leaving light red marks on his darkened skin. She curled her fingers into his hair, her fingers tightening their grip. Her hips shifted, as if the movement would cause his lingering finger to slip right where she wanted it, but he seemed to have a better hold on what he was doing.<br/>
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The soft pop of her nipple in his mouth started to bring her attention back to what was going on up there, her eyes watching his face, the way his lips worked, the movements of his tongue when she could see it. Her eyes seemed to become lazy as his lips moved up her chest, closing in a blissful expression as her head tilted exposing her neck to him. She didn't stop the pleasurable noises that wasn't release, they rumbled up her throat, coming from her light pink lips as he kissed her skin, her jawline and then her cheek. Her eyes opened the closer her got to her own lips again, a grin slipping to her as she felt his lips fall upon her own once more. She felt like she fit almost perfectly to him, with how they kissed, this time when he pulled his lips from her, she was the one left breathing heavily. Her blue eyes opened, meeting his own gaze as he taunts her. Her stomach coiled in a rush of flutters, excitement as she listened to the way he spoke, that deep growl rumbling from him. Her lips in a wide grin to match his own.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff"> "If you made your skirt...I don't think I want your help." </span>She said pulling herself closer as she playfully blew at the tip of his nose. <br/>
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But was Analee really in any position to be judging his skirt? She was in his grasp, his hands in her pants, he could do anything and she would be at his mercy. She wouldn't tell him that though. She wouldn't tell him she was more than ready to shed those boots, those pants, to give herself to him. </span>