<div class="floatleft">(http://www.dfwd20.com/photopost/data/522/medium/Human_Fighter1.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: edwardian;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 2.65em;">Alfreic Slate, Soldier</span></span><br/><em>W/ Ms. Ashley; HP 18 (Current 10)</em><br/></strong><hr/><br/>"Good girl," Alfreic cried huskily as her prickly patch rubbed against the skin beneath his nose.   "Good girl...  Good girl..." he kept on saying, as he devoured her engorged clitoris, as the wave of her orgasm plied against her and washed over her.  Slate did not relent on punishing that little nubbin, despite knowing how sensitive it had become.<br/><br/>However, his interests became terribly altered when he noticed Ashley's increasing aggression.  Good girl indeed.  He dropped her legs slowly, and then he rose from his squat over Ashley's beautiful face.  Alfreic took a walk about, looking at Ashley much the same way a wolf stares at its prey, and then he approached her once again.  He snatched Ashley up by the scalp and pulled her up so that her face met his pelvis.  Alfreic then struck Ashley's forehead with the weight of his cock.  He pulled it back to his abdomen, and then it sprung back, whacking her brow.  Then he smeared her face with saliva by brushing the tip of his dick over her, grunting savagely as he traced the contours of her lips, her cheeks, her eyes.  Then he pried her mouth open forcibly and stabbed her with his cock again, grabbing her head by her temples and pulling her over him.<br/><br/>"Look at me, you little fucking slut," he demanded as he thrust violently and pulled her forcibly all at the same time.  He wanted to watch her choke on it.  He wanted to watch her tears streaming from her eyes.  He wanted to see her suffer for his cock.<br/><br/>But before she could do anything of the sort, Alfreic slipped his cock from between her teeth and bent down, snatching her chin cruelly.  He kissed her again then, tasting his own cock on her lips.  He cruelly tore at her hair (not to pull it out, but to move her head where he wanted it), his hot lips searing hers with his primal banality.<br/><br/>Then he stood upright, his pelvis outjutting, awaiting Ashley.  He wanted to slap her, to call her names, to degrade her.  But he would wait.  Ashley did not understand yet that he wanted to do it because he was growing fond of her.  She probably could not understand.  But she would be made to.