<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2376977#msg2376977">Quote from: Pistolero Fantasma on 25-10-2009, 00:43:30</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Alfreic Slate, Soldier</strong>,<em>With M. Windower</em><br/>...<br/> "A present?" he murmured distractedly as his hands reached under her dress, and traveled up her knees and to her thighs.   "... One must be weary of your gifts, my love."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="floatleft">(http://img124.imageshack.us/img124/4519/windowercolleen.jpg)</div><strong>Miss Colleen Windower</strong>, The Hunt [with Alfreic]<br/><br/>Colleen seemed weakened by all the attention. She gasped as she always had, whimpering here and there and begging him to stop. But no had always meant yes before. His lips, were everywhere. The memory of his tongue between her legs made her quiver, but she wasn't...quite ready yet. "Alfreic?" she asked, the sound long and haunting. "Alfriec, when a lady says no, it usually means not yet. Don't you want to love and respect me, Alfreic?" Her hands found his, and they wrapped around his wrists, beneath the hem of her summer dress.<br/><br/>"Much as I love your fingers, between my thighs...the precursor to that massive beast between your legs." She giggled here, quite fond of Alfreic's cock. "You don't want to be like them, my love, do you?" In the time of her last sentence, Colleen had shifted, becoming a whole different woman. The sad, sullen thing from near the end. The details were always so sketchy for Alreic there. What exactly had happened to Colleen? He wasn't sure if he knew before, but right in this instant, he couldn't recall. Like a memory on the tip of his...tongue?<br/><br/>"Remember, Alfreic, the way those Falkovnian soldiers had their way with me. You fought so valiantly, I remember. I saw it all, but they...subdued you. And after you were down, they came for me. So many men, Alfreic. So many of them," she began to cry, to crumple in his arms, falling against him. "They tore at my clothes, ripping any bit of dignity I had away. And then they were so brutal with me, Alfreic! They did everything to me. Every naughty, bad thing." Her voice was shifting yet again.<br/><br/>From that sad woman, to the dark and seductive temptress. His demon. "They did all the things you fantasized about doing to me, my love. They did it first. They broke and used me, when that privilege was supposed to be yours." Colleen let go of one of his hands, and  reached down between Alfreic's knees, to rub against his raging cock, through his pants. "I was supposed to be your girl, Alfriec, but they took me first."<br/><br/>She giggled, the sound warm and delightful, and filled with sensual malice. "But you can avenge me, my love." Colleen kissed him, her lips fragrant against his, and the way they touched his mouth reminded Alfreic of the feeling of those pink lips, slipping around the head of his desire. "I arranged it for you. For me. For our love. Just beyond those trees. Not far. Some of the men responsible for my desecration...they camp there, with another woman they've stolen." She giggled warmly. "Kill them for me, my love. And the woman. Kill her too. For her own good, Alfreic! Don't let her live forever, like me, with the shame of what was done to her. Soaked in the blood of those monsters, wrap your merciful fingers around her pretty throat, and set her soul free, Alfreic. For her. For me. For you."<br/><br/>Colleen's hands caressed his stalwart face. "And when all is done, and your heart beats hot for me...when you're covered in the red of my revenge. Then I'll come to you, and like old times, I'll make everything better." She guided Alfreic's hand against her sex, his fingers trailing through her sparse, damp curls, down her lips, so ready and flushed...and then she was gone. Alfreic was alone again, but he could smell smoke in the air. His pipe had long since gone out. There was a faint chuckle, some distance away, and a girl's cry for mercy.