<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=91152.msg4037122#msg4037122">Quote from: Writersblockade on 20-12-2010, 23:03:48</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Charlie leaned into the clawing, as if inviting her to fight back. He wanted her to fight, so that he could dominate her completely. She’d know she was beat, and then succumb to what he had in store for her. His hands trailed to her shirt, where a sharp tug and pull ripped it down the middle. her skin exposed all the more, and the first hint at her breasts true shape drove him insane, and he dived in to suckle on her as if he were feasting on the finest meat. Her cries meant nothing to the craze her form drove him to. In all honesty, he would have been hard pressed to stop even if he hadn’t changed as much as he had.<br/><br/>Maybe because he was on the island what he could never be in the world.<br/><br/>As his tongue roughly tasted of her, his hands went to free the already stiff cock underneath his tattered shorts. He was ready and waiting, and reluctantly diverted his attention away from her succulent skin for the promise of a warmth he hadn’t felt in so very long. He heard her whisper  and nodded as he roughly tugged her clothes free to partially reveal her awaiting sex. He heard her, but heard his own lust crazed  needs more. His attempt to enter her would be heated, yet awkward. The clothes frustrating him, but turning him on even more. <br/><br/>He wasn’t supposed to be doing this…he still knew that on some level, but he’d become the crazed animal he embraced from the moment he’d set foot on the island. To take what he wanted was now second nature, thrust into the shadows as he sat with his friends. The rest of his group represented a civilization that he no longer felt a part of, and if those rules kept him from what he wanted, then he’d break them just as surely as he’d break her.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><strong>Lizzie</strong><br/><br/>"Get off me" she continued to fight, slapping him, punching, trying anything to get him off her, but he wasnt budging.  He tore her top, revealing her bra and the skin beneath.  She began to feel frantic, she had to get him off.  She wasnt having this, she wasnt going to let him rape her but she couldnt sdtop him, he was stronger and she could tell he was lost to the lust that was evident on his face.<br/><br/>He took her breasts in his hands, she gasped, struggling, writhing.  Somewhere deep inside something ignited, but she didnt want it too.  She didnt want to want this, but it was a fantasy, a deep, dark fantasy that she had never told anyone about.  She hated the fact she was growing wet with his mauling hands.<br/><br/>He soon had her revealed, her sex displayed.  She saw his cock and groaned, thick, heavy, throbbing.  Oh god she couldnt fight him, it had been so long and the thought of what he was going to do was driving her crazy....but she wouldnt let him know.  She couldnt, she couldnt reveal how much she wanted him to take her, to plunder her silken tunnel....<br/>