(IC) R:BoD - Avonleigh, Private Thread #5 [NC-EX, Horror]
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				Title: <strong>(IC) R:BoD - Avonleigh, Private Thread #5 [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>12-11-2009, 03:16:33</strong>
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				<strong>Note:</strong> This thread will be used to house multiple story lines that branch off and back into the main story thread for The Secret of Avonleigh. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.0) Please visit that thread first if you are interested in following along with the stories in this thread, or you will be hopelessly lost. This thread is a private room of sorts, where players can play out scenes that break away from the main story.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - Avonleigh, Private Thread #5 [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>12-11-2009, 03:20:08</strong>
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				(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)<br><br>Ashley and Alfreic are moving here to this thread to explore their scene. The last post was located here (Post Link) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2440314#msg2440314).<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2440593#msg2440593">Quote from: PhantomPistoleer on 12-11-2009, 03:22:21</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br><strong><span style="font-family: edwardian;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 2.65em;" class="bbc_size">Alfreic Slate, Soldier</span></span><br><em>W/ Ms. Ashley; HP 18 (Current 10)</em><br></strong><hr><br>Heat radiated from the swarthy, swollen body of that perennial warrior as he towered unmoving before Ashley.&nbsp; His mind was racing, however.&nbsp; Racing because he had been under the suspicion that there was something else he was doing.&nbsp; Something urgent.&nbsp; But the urgency seemed to be swallowed by time, and with the previous event sight unseen, Alfreic was very happy to forget it and move on.<br><br>At her beseeching, Alfreic again stood unmoved.&nbsp; She begged him to plow into her cute little puss, but Alfreic specifically refused because she <em>had begged him.</em>&nbsp; He didn't care about Jack, he didn't care about her.&nbsp; What he wanted was to hurt her, for what reason, he knew not.&nbsp; But there it was.<br><br>&nbsp;"No," he hissed.&nbsp; &nbsp;"I will do no such thing, you little harlot."&nbsp; He pried her mouth open with his dirty fingers, and then shoved her back a little bit.&nbsp; Then he snatched her arms cruelly and pushed her down unto her knees.&nbsp; Then he pointed at her pelvis and said:&nbsp; &nbsp;"I want you to taste yourself.&nbsp; I want you to rub your finger inside of yourself and taste it.&nbsp; I want you to tell me what it tastes like.&nbsp; And I want you to tell me that you love it so much that you want me to taste it."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - Avonleigh, Private Thread #5 [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>12-11-2009, 03:50:02</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 1.45em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Ashley Browley</strong> and Mr. Slate in the woods</span><br>&nbsp;<br>Ashley spit the taste of his hands from her mouth as she wretched herself free.&nbsp; <strong>"No, I won't."</strong>&nbsp; She responded to his demand.&nbsp; <strong>"I won't do that for your whim."&nbsp; </strong><br>&nbsp;<br>An anger began to grow along with the heady feeling.&nbsp; Leaning back upon her elbows , she opened her legs, <strong>"If you want to know my taste, find out for yourself."</strong>&nbsp; She dared him. <strong> </strong><br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Or let me be and I will ride away,"</strong> she spit out.<strong> "I won't be your whore Mr. Slate, and you will not be my monger.&nbsp; &nbsp;What I offer, I offer freely.&nbsp; &nbsp;Take it or don't but be warned that I will not suffer ill use meekly. "</strong> Ashley's voice grew more powerful as she spoke and eyes almost seem to glow with a hellish fire of her own.&nbsp; <br><br><strong> </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - Avonleigh, Private Thread #5 [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>12-11-2009, 04:00:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.dfwd20.com/photopost/data/522/medium/Human_Fighter1.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: edwardian;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 2.65em;" class="bbc_size">Alfreic Slate, Soldier</span></span><br><em>W/ Ms. Ashley; HP 18 (Current 10)</em><br></strong><hr><br>Alfreic's eyes narrowed coldly as Ashley repudiated his command.&nbsp; However, that did not petrify him.&nbsp; He drew nearer and slowly allowed two hooked fingers to alight her soft mound, all the while boring holes into her with his steel gaze.&nbsp; Slowly did he allow the pads of his fingers to gravitate in a circular motion, each cycle burying his fingertips deeper and deeper.&nbsp; The hot moisture that engulfed his digits sent a swirl of pleasure through his body, and Alfreic's vision became blurred.&nbsp; Then he unsheathed his fingers from her maidenhood and let them stroll up to her abdomen, to her chest, across her throat, to her chin, and finally, to her lips.<br><br>But he did not force his fingers into her mouth.&nbsp; Instead, he inserted his two fingers into his own mouth.&nbsp; He suckled his digits slowly...&nbsp; adding panache to his countenance by closing his eyes and pursing his lips.&nbsp; She tasted salty and metallic... a familiar taste.&nbsp; He did not swallow the feint remnants...&nbsp; no, instead he snatched the back of her head in his grasp and careened in for a deep kiss.<br><br>Alfreic dropped his sword on the ground beside them, and used it to push aside some of her hair away from her face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - Avonleigh, Private Thread #5 [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>12-11-2009, 04:20:02</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 1.45em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>TAG WARNING:&nbsp; heterosexual sex, finger play, body fluids</strong></span><br>&nbsp;<br><span style="font-size: 1.45em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Ashley Browley</strong> and Alfreic Slate&nbsp; in the woods</span><br>&nbsp;<br>Ashley met Alfreic look for look.&nbsp; She held his gaze as he reached to her, and&nbsp; forced herself to keep it while he forced his fingers into her.&nbsp; Not able to stop the soft gasp that broke her lips when went deeper inside of her, she bit her lip to stop any other cry from escaping her.<br>&nbsp;<br>Her heart was like a trapped animal in her chest, pounding for release as he slowly brought his fingers up to her lips, feeling as though it stopped a moment, only to rush back into that hummingbird rhythm again when he tasted her himself.<br>&nbsp;<br>Ashley startled when he pulled her into him for a deep kiss.&nbsp; Not knowing what to do, she simply didn't react at all for a second.&nbsp; She tasted something unfamiliar on his lips, and she knew instinctively what she tasted was her own sex.&nbsp; The thought should have repelled her, but it didn't, it excited her.&nbsp; Then as she felt his tongue grind against hers, she began to move hers in answer.&nbsp; Sliding her tongue under and around his, she stroked at his mouth and began to return his kiss as greedily as he gave.<br>&nbsp;<br>Reaching up between them, she pulled at his leathers to free him so that she might be able to touch some of his own flesh.&nbsp; &nbsp;Unable to free him of his top leathers, she satisfied her need to touch his flesh by pulling down his already unfastened pants and clutching at his naked thighs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - Avonleigh, Private Thread #5 [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>13-11-2009, 02:13:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.dfwd20.com/photopost/data/522/medium/Human_Fighter1.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: edwardian;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 2.65em;" class="bbc_size">Alfreic Slate, Soldier</span></span><br><em>W/ Ms. Ashley; HP 18 (Current 10)</em><br></strong><hr><br>Mr. Slate was delighted by the kiss, simply because it was nothing like a kiss.&nbsp; It was visceral and hungry, past the boundary of making love and in the country of simply fucking.&nbsp; His teeth clicked against hers, his tongue roaming over the top of her mouth.&nbsp; Then he withdrew, pulling at her lips with his snarling teeth.&nbsp; Then he lunged again and resumed the intense kiss, pushing her backwards but forcing her to keep her ground.<br><br>One arm kept her body from falling, while the other hand descended down her lumbar spine and traveled across her rump.&nbsp; He slid his hand up and down her backside, taking pleasure in the ripeness of her glut, and then kneaded her puckered little star with his thumb.<br><br>This was the beginning of the siege, really.&nbsp; Because his index and middle slid between her legs, and across the valley of her puffed mound.&nbsp; He lifted her hips just slightly and vigorously drove his fingers inside of her, pushing and pulling, as if he were speedily whipping her pussy into a paste.<br><br>&nbsp;"I am going to love this partnership," he hissed as he curled over her, pushing his chiseled figure over her.&nbsp; &nbsp;"You taste beautiful.&nbsp; Do you not agree...?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - Avonleigh, Private Thread #5 [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>13-11-2009, 02:50:50</strong>
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				&nbsp;<div style="text-align: right;"></div><span style="font-size: 1.45em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>TAG WARNING:&nbsp; heterosexual sex, finger play, hand play, body fluids[/]</strong></span>&nbsp; <br><span style="font-size: 1.45em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Ashley Browley</strong> and Alfreic Slate&nbsp; in the woods</span><br><br>&nbsp;<br>A slow smile began to form on Ashley's face.&nbsp; It was not one who knew Ashley would recognize.&nbsp; Not one of lightness, it wasn't dark either, but that of a woman finding her own power and relishing in it.<br>&nbsp;<br>The kiss with Alfreic was bone jarring and continued to awaken some primevil desire and wanting in Ashley, a desire to meet force with force and have Slate sate himself upon her as she used him for her pleasure as well.<br>&nbsp;<br>Grunting when he inserted his fingers into her, Ashley met his onslaught with an almost savage return of her own.&nbsp; Pushing past the initial pain his fingers brought her tender flesh she matched his plunging with her own until that tingling from earlier began to grow inside her.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br><strong>"Yes."</strong>&nbsp; She answered simply when he questioned her of her own taste.&nbsp; Reaching up she began to do what she longed to do from the moment she saw him let loose himself.&nbsp; Wrapping her long slender fingers around his already engorged shaft, Ashley began to stroke him up and down as he pumped in and out of her, matching his fever if not his skill.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - Avonleigh, Private Thread #5 [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>13-11-2009, 04:32:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.dfwd20.com/photopost/data/522/medium/Human_Fighter1.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: edwardian;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 2.65em;" class="bbc_size">Alfreic Slate, Soldier</span></span><br><em>W/ Ms. Ashley; HP 18 (Current 10)</em><br></strong><hr><br>Ashley's cold, tapered fingers sent a shiver up his spine when she caressed his veiny cock.&nbsp; He lingered just beyond her lips, his mouth somewhat agape, his eyes rolling back, as she stroked her way into his heart.&nbsp; He kissed the edge of her cheekbone and her chin, and even sucked on the soft flesh of her throat.&nbsp; His mouth traveled as far as her breast, where he tore at her nipples playfully as he lay her down on the ground.<br><br>Alfreic bent over her and lapped up the bud at the entrance of her sex once, twice, thrice.&nbsp; Developing a taste for it, Mr. Slate lifted her hips up so that her engorged vagina lay before his tongue.&nbsp; He wedged that pink muscle in between her flustered pussy lips, prying her flesh with his fingers.&nbsp; Then he covered the whole of her sex with his mouth, and sucked at it like one would the juice from a peach.&nbsp; Her intoxicating stench put him beside himself.<br><br>Being that the position was awkward for her, Alfreic was careful to keep her light figure aloft.&nbsp; From time to time, he reached downwards, tugging at her hair, pulling her head one way to the other, until the puzzle piece fit.&nbsp; That is, he maneuvered her face right in front of his cock...&nbsp; and the sensation of his cock brushing against her nose, her eyes, her chin...&nbsp; well, it made him simply ooze with prejaculate.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - Avonleigh, Private Thread #5 [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>13-11-2009, 13:04:03</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 1.45em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>TAG WARNING:&nbsp; heterosexual sex, finger play, hand play, body fluids, oral sex</strong></span><br><strong></strong> <br><span style="font-size: 1.45em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Ashley Browley </strong>with Alfreic Slate in the woods.</span><br><br>&nbsp;<br>Living now only in each moment in each new sensation coursing through her, Ashley's trembling stopped, any fear stopped.&nbsp; She had not doubt or confusion or worry of anything.&nbsp; The feel of him in her hand thrilled her, and as his manhood grew even more and jumped as she stroked and pulled and squeezed, the more she wanted it.<br>&nbsp;<br>His hot mouth on her face and neck brought out small gasps, but when he used his mouth and tongue and teeth on her breasts, she arched up for him, a sweet pain coursed through her and she grabbed at his hair with her right hand encouraging him.&nbsp; A small mew of disappointment broke from her as he took his mouth from her.<br>&nbsp;<br>For a brief moment, Ashley thought she would go out of her mind when Alfreic began lapping at her heat.&nbsp; His tongue on her felt foreign, and she almost protested--protested that is until he began to suck at her.&nbsp; The almost electric shock that went through her system stole her breath&nbsp; and had he not been supporting her, Ashley would have collapsed into him.&nbsp; She could feel her juices flowing from inside her to race and meet his tongue.&nbsp; She began schooling her breath and as the rolling pleasure coursed through her.<br>&nbsp;<br>Leaning on one arm, she soaked in the pleasure that surged through her, the little explosions.&nbsp; His hands in her hair only fueled her lust for him and when his member slapped against her cheek she brought her free hand up and&nbsp; tugged at it.&nbsp; Feeling the wetness of his precum on her fingers, Ashley's knew she had to taste him as he did her.&nbsp; Holding him steady Ashley traced her tongue along the opening of his thickness.&nbsp; She pulled a bit of the tip into her mouth and ran her tongue along the cap tasting his salt and sex and sweat.&nbsp; <strong>"mmm."</strong>&nbsp; she moaned.&nbsp; She felt captivated by his taste and even more by the feel of him in her mouth.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>That the skin of his shaft was soft she already knew, but that it could feel so delicious against her tongue and lips was a revelation.&nbsp; Now she understood the soldiers need to kiss so deeply at her center.&nbsp; That she could do the same to him gladdened her.&nbsp; She would return the pleasure he was giving her, as equally as she could.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - Avonleigh, Private Thread #5 [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>14-11-2009, 18:06:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.dfwd20.com/photopost/data/522/medium/Human_Fighter1.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: edwardian;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 2.65em;" class="bbc_size">Alfreic Slate, Soldier</span></span><br><em>W/ Ms. Ashley; HP 18 (Current 10)</em><br></strong><hr><br>Mr. Slate's tongue tired of assaulting that slick cavern, so he felt compelled simply to slather the button at the entrance with his lips and his teeth.&nbsp; Once he had regained sensation of his long tongue, he flicked it across her sensitive flesh without break.&nbsp; His hands now moved across her hips to her thighs and then back down to her rump, spreading her cheeks, his nose skimming across her puckered ass hole as he lapped at her nub.<br><br>Alfreic now maneuvered around the woman so that his feet were firmly and squarely over Ashley's shoulders, and he was crouched over her, rising and falling gently to allow his bulbous cockhead to wedge itself further within Ashley's mouth.&nbsp; His thick, pantherish thighs burned with acid as he kept this up, but those firm limbs sustained him over Ashley as he penetrated her mouth with tiny, almost unnoticeable thrusts.&nbsp; Holding Ashley's legs up with expert hands, Alfreic stood up, pressed his thick cock against Ashley's femininity, and, and slid his apple-sized cockhead into her tiny snatch.&nbsp; He pushed and pushed as far as he could for the first time, going in six inches of the whole twelve, and then unsheathed himself with a satisfied grunt.&nbsp; He spat on her asshole, and wedged his index within her, lowering again to a crouch, pushing his now pussy-juiced dick against Ashley's face.<br><br>Like all the women in Alfreic's life, he wanted to make Ashley his slut.&nbsp; He wanted to push her to do things that she had never imagined doing, not to gratify her, but to gratify himself.&nbsp; Even now, he eyed her buttocks as the receptacle to his orgasm.&nbsp; He plucked his finger out of her asshole and firmly slapped her rump, kissing the inside of her thigh momentarily to allow her cunt surcease from his venomous tongue.&nbsp; He growled and he spat like a stallion in heat, and behaved with a sense of urgency that made the situation altogether surreal.&nbsp; When he sucked on her clitoris, he did so as if his life depended on it.&nbsp; When he expressed his fondness for her taste, he did so by rubbing his face within it, painting his cheeks as if her musk were woad.&nbsp; When Ashley nipped at him or became brusque with his cock, he gritted his teeth and asked for more.<br><br>Alfreic only liked it rough, because that's when he felt something.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - Avonleigh, Private Thread #5 [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>16-11-2009, 00:06:27</strong>
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				Ashley moaned and squirmed as Slate so wonderfully assaulted her clit with his tongue, mouth and even his teeth.&nbsp; Although she did squeal a bit when he got too too rough with his teeth, she just pushed into his mouth harder and clenched her legs around him rather than pull away.&nbsp; &nbsp;Soon, the pressure began to build within her and her breath became ragged and exploaded from her lungs in great gasps, as an orgasm washed over her.&nbsp; Bucking her hips into his face, she rode him like he were her prize stallion, sucking on his prick with added fervour.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<br>Before she could catch her breath, he had flipped her and she was upside down holding herself up with her shoulders and arms.&nbsp; She wrapped her legs around his waist as he entered her slickness.&nbsp; Grunting at the mixture of burning pain and pleasure, she growled in disappointment when he withdrew.<br>&nbsp;<br>When he spat on her star she squirmed, and when he pushed his finger into her, she laughed and bit her lip against the pain but pushing against his hand, relished in it as well.<br>&nbsp;<br>That she was being used roughly delighted her.&nbsp; That there was no love in what they were doing, gratified her.&nbsp; That it was an exchange purely of desire, and for her some pain that might make some restitution for any wrong she had committed to visit such horrors upon her earlier seemed right.<br>&nbsp;<br>So anything Slate offered up she not only met with head on, she delighted in it as her just due.<br>&nbsp;<br>Grabbing up his penis again, Ashley licked at him, first bottom to top, tracing the throbbing vein that stood thickly prominent, then down a dizzy pattern.&nbsp; She sucked at his apple shaped head, and ran her tongue along the underside and teased the urethra opening, and gathering as much spit in her mouth as she could, she spread it upon his shaft making him thickly wet with a mixture of her and him.<br>&nbsp;<br>Reaching up with her left hand, she grabbed his sack, and began gently running her nails along his balls.&nbsp; When he asked for more, she gave him more, understanding his need for pain, as it matched her very own.<br>&nbsp;<br>"Yes, more."&nbsp; she answered his demand by taking as much of his shaft down her throat until she thought she would choke with it, and as he stroked in and out, taking even more, until she looked like the sword swallower at the circus, only the sword she swallowed was her soldier's own.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - Avonleigh, Private Thread #5 [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>16-11-2009, 01:35:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.dfwd20.com/photopost/data/522/medium/Human_Fighter1.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: edwardian;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 2.65em;" class="bbc_size">Alfreic Slate, Soldier</span></span><br><em>W/ Ms. Ashley; HP 18 (Current 10)</em><br></strong><hr><br>&nbsp;"Good girl," Alfreic cried huskily as her prickly patch rubbed against the skin beneath his nose.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Good girl...&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; Good girl indeed.&nbsp; He dropped her legs slowly, and then he rose from his squat over Ashley's beautiful face.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; He snatched Ashley up by the scalp and pulled her up so that her face met his pelvis.&nbsp; Alfreic then struck Ashley's forehead with the weight of his cock.&nbsp; He pulled it back to his abdomen, and then it sprung back, whacking her brow.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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>&nbsp;"Look at me, you little fucking slut," he demanded as he thrust violently and pulled her forcibly all at the same time.&nbsp; He wanted to watch her choke on it.&nbsp; He wanted to watch her tears streaming from her eyes.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; He kissed her again then, tasting his own cock on her lips.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; He wanted to slap her, to call her names, to degrade her.&nbsp; But he would wait.&nbsp; Ashley did not understand yet that he wanted to do it because he was growing fond of her.&nbsp; She probably could not understand.&nbsp; But she would be made to.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - Avonleigh, Private Thread #5 [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>16-11-2009, 02:07:56</strong>
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				&nbsp;Ashley didn't resist when Slate beat against her using his own penis as his weapon.&nbsp; That he would do so at that moment seemed natural to her.&nbsp; She had offered herself to him as a payment in form for protection, had said for him to wipe any other thought of any other man from her mind.&nbsp; He certainly was doing that.&nbsp; She loved his penis.&nbsp; The whole long thickness of it, and that small taste he had given her of it.<br>&nbsp;<br>However, when he grabbed at her mouth again with his hands, she spat them out, making to turn her head away, as he shoved himself into her mouth.&nbsp; Outraged at what he called her, she spit him out, and was about to shout her thoughts at him when his mouth covered hers in a brutal kiss.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>All the desire and anger mixed together in that kiss, and she&nbsp; returned it to him, meeting the kiss with her lips smashing against his, tongues lashing and delving.&nbsp; As he grabbed her hair, she pulled at his.&nbsp; Her whole body throbbed now, some in pain other parts in pleasure, but all of it gloriously awake and aware of Alfreic Slate, soldier.<br>&nbsp;<br>When he stood back awaiting her, Ashley rose.&nbsp; Then on a run, she launched herself at him, flinging her arms around his neck to bury her head in his shoulder and wrap her long slim legs tightly around his waist.&nbsp; "I'm may be a little fucking slut Alfreic Slate, but I am your fucking slut."&nbsp; She purred into his ear.&nbsp; "And no one else's."&nbsp; Then biting his ear she added, "Don't you forget it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - Avonleigh, Private Thread #5 [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>17-11-2009, 02:31:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.dfwd20.com/photopost/data/522/medium/Human_Fighter1.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: edwardian;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 2.65em;" class="bbc_size">Alfreic Slate, Soldier</span></span><br><em>W/ Ms. Ashley; HP 18 (Current 10)</em><br></strong><hr><br>What a stupid girl, Alfreic thought.&nbsp; His slut?&nbsp; No.&nbsp; Alfreic didn't want her.&nbsp; He wanted to use her, to hurt her, to fuck her, and then discard her.&nbsp; He wanted to ram his cock into every one of her orifices, he wanted to beat her, to whip her, to cane her.&nbsp; He wanted to bind her, to choke her.&nbsp; He wanted to force her to fuck other men, other women, other <em>things.</em>&nbsp; He wanted everyone to know that Ashley was his plaything.&nbsp; And he wanted everyone to take turns fucking her.<br><br>His slut?&nbsp; What a joke.&nbsp; Alfreic could almost laugh.&nbsp; He bit at her cheek, and then kissed the shell of her ear savagely.&nbsp; He fell unto his knees and pushed the girl off, so that she lay on the ground, her legs entwined around his waist.<br><br>Then he raised his cock up, holding it firmly within his grasp.&nbsp; He directed his cockhead expertly against her sex, but did not push until he stretched his legs out behind him and wide, and then, he thrust down in one terrible, brutal pounding, shoving his cock in whatever fashion down her cunt.&nbsp; He pushed as far as he could go, gritting his teeth at the terrible friction created by a large object attempting to fit into a smaller space (he mostly felt it around the crown of his cock).&nbsp; He then pulled his cock out all the way and then plummeted the thing into her again, hammering that spike into her pelvis.&nbsp; It was painful to him:&nbsp; he could only imagine what she was feeling.&nbsp; But he didn't care.&nbsp; He did it again.&nbsp; And again.&nbsp; Each time, his hips tightening as he withdrew, and then, his entire body screaming with pain as he violently dove his cock headfirst into her feminine mystique.<br><br>&nbsp;"You fucking slut," he muttered, gasping in his excruciating torture.&nbsp; &nbsp;"You're a good fuck, you fucking slut.&nbsp; Did your daddy teach you to be a good slut?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - Avonleigh, Private Thread #5 [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>17-11-2009, 04:23:04</strong>
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				Becca bit her lip when Slate rammed himself into her the first time hoping the pain would lessen.&nbsp; Trying to stop herself from clenching, she lay where he threw her, and let the silent tears find their way down her face.&nbsp; Not able to stop the grunt that broke free at his second slam, she covered her face with her hands and trying to block some of the pain of his savage fucking, bite into the palm of her hand until she tasted the metallic tang of her own blood.<br>&nbsp;<br>Slow keening sobs broke from her as the pain grew, but still she took it.<br>&nbsp;<br>When he called her a slut again, she winced, but ignored it. But a deep fury arose in her when he spoke so of the father she adored.<br>&nbsp;<br>Rising up even as she was impaled still upon his shaft, she swung with all her strength at him and dealt him a ringing slap across the face.&nbsp; "You wont talk to me that way."&nbsp; Her voice was cold and low quiet, but it held a command as well as a warning behind it.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - Avonleigh, Private Thread #5 [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>18-11-2009, 03:11:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.dfwd20.com/photopost/data/522/medium/Human_Fighter1.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: edwardian;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 2.65em;" class="bbc_size">Alfreic Slate, Soldier</span></span><br><em>W/ Ms. Ashley; HP 18 (Current 10)</em><br></strong><hr><br>It was exactly when she slapped him that Mr. Slate knew he was going to cum.&nbsp; He made two final thrusts with his hips before he withdrew from her and...&nbsp; well, came.&nbsp; But Mr. Slate was an abnormal man, and as such, his orgasms were abnormal, too.&nbsp; When he came, it was as if a handful of ejaculate shot out from the tip of his dick, and splashed over her stomach.&nbsp; But Mr. Slate couldn't stop cumming.&nbsp; He still thrust his hips, his cock flopping around his pelvis like a windmill, shooting streams of ejaculate at intervals.&nbsp; Cum sputtered all over them, and when all was said and done, Mr. Slate's cock was still as hard as steel and rearing to go.<br><br>He then slapped Ashley back, clutching her throat with his grasp.&nbsp; He neared her, and then kissed her sweetly, before hissing:<br><br>&nbsp;"Miss Ashley, that felt so good."&nbsp; He then scooped a white stream with a finger and lodged it over her lips, rubbing it in.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Taste it.&nbsp; Tell me what I taste like."
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - Avonleigh, Private Thread #5 [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>18-11-2009, 04:41:27</strong>
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				Even as Ashley's anger flowed, it ebbed as though the contact with his face drew most of it out of her.&nbsp; Not knowing what to expect, his release did not startle her, she had nothing to compare it to, so to her it must be normal.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>Startled when he slapped her, her head reeled and she grabbed at his arm when he clutched her throat.&nbsp; Anger again welled up inside her, she mayhaps should have been afraid, but she did not fear him, even though he could have easily snapped her in half.&nbsp; Perhaps she didn't fear him because she no longer feared dying. <br>&nbsp;<br>Her struggling against his hold ended just as quickly with his tender kiss.&nbsp; Then he was rubbing his own discharge into her lips and asking her to speak to him of his taste and in a quiet voice she did.&nbsp; <strong>"You taste salty and nutty like almonds."</strong>&nbsp; Then scooping up a fingerfull she laughed and popped it into her mouth only to lean over and kiss him sliding the treat from her mouth to his.<strong> "See what I mean."</strong>&nbsp; she whispered against his lips.<br>&nbsp;<br>Then with a laugh, she spun running away from him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - Avonleigh, Private Thread #5 [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>19-11-2009, 03:10:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.dfwd20.com/photopost/data/522/medium/Human_Fighter1.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: edwardian;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 2.65em;" class="bbc_size">Alfreic Slate, Soldier</span></span><br><em>W/ Ms. Ashley; HP 18 (Current 10)</em><br></strong><hr><br>The gift imparted was received well, and now, Alfreic swirled the taste of Ms. Ashley and himself across his palate.&nbsp; Before he could respond, though, Ashley had risen, broken his hold and darted from him, laughing.&nbsp; Was she mad?, Alfreic wondered as he slowly rose to his feet.&nbsp; His... urge had made him forget that he was wounded, and he now seemed surprise when he had trouble rising to his full height.&nbsp; He pawed at his crimsoned hip, and then looked down at the blood on his hand.&nbsp; Alfreic dropped his hand at his side, seeming to think the damage insignificant.<br><br>Four days, he thought.&nbsp; It would take four days to heal on its own.<br><br>Alfreic thought about giving chase to Ashley, but...<br><br>Suddenly, Alfreic remembered.<br><br>&nbsp;"Ashley!&nbsp; Wait!&nbsp; There are Falcovnian soldiers around!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - Avonleigh, Private Thread #5 [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>19-11-2009, 06:30:19</strong>
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				Ashley stopped her flighty dance and turned to look at her wicked lover.&nbsp; <strong>"Soldiers?"</strong>&nbsp; narrowing her eyes she stared at Slate, seeing the honest clarity in his eyes, she hissed,<strong> "And now you speak of soldiers?"</strong>&nbsp; Rushing towards her clothing she threw on her gown and pulled on her pantaloons.&nbsp; That she looked as though she had already been through a battle, never crossed her mind.<br>&nbsp;<br><strong>"You are still bleeding as well."</strong>&nbsp; Quickly she tore a piece of her petticoat and kneeling before him, padded the injury then bound it tightly.&nbsp; Then, leaning forward, she kissed him lightly upon his still hard shaft just to see it jerk once again.&nbsp; Frowning, she added, <strong>"What manner of people are we to couple so?"</strong><br>&nbsp;<br>Not waiting for his answer, she drug his pants, still wrapped around his thick ankles, up to his waist and standing, remarked, <strong>"Soon as you finish dressing, I think you are right we should be off to Avonleigh."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - Avonleigh, Private Thread #5 [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>20-11-2009, 01:44:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.dfwd20.com/photopost/data/522/medium/Human_Fighter1.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: edwardian;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 2.65em;" class="bbc_size">Alfreic Slate, Soldier</span></span><br><em>W/ Ms. Ashley; HP 18 (Current 10)</em><br></strong><hr><br>Alfreic allowed Ashley to dress him halfway.&nbsp; Now that he was beyond the cloud of rage or lust, he... appreciated Ashley's thoughtfulness.&nbsp; However, he had lost his shirt a while back when he was sent into a rage, so no luck getting that back, he thought.&nbsp; However...<br><br>He turned to look over his shoulder, and then reached behind Ashley's neck and pulled her in for a kiss.&nbsp; He then snatched Ashley's hand and darted into the woods, dragging Ashley behind him.<br><br>&nbsp;"There were some soldiers over this way," he said in mid stride. &nbsp;"You aren't armed, and it might be just as well for you to carry something in the way of a weapon!"&nbsp; Alfreic could also use some armor, even if it -was- of Falcovnian make.<br><br>But why?&nbsp; Why the rush?&nbsp; Why the panic?&nbsp; Alfreic seemed to function under the same sense of foreboding that urged Ashley to find solace in Alfreic's companionship, but Alfreic felt no sense of foreboding himself.&nbsp; It was as if he was working under the assumption of foreboding simply because Ashley had implied it.<br><br>He was being manipulated... and he did not know it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - Avonleigh, Private Thread #5 [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chelemar</strong> on <strong>20-11-2009, 01:57:33</strong>
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				Following Slate, Ashley called, "Wait a moment oh furious lover,"&nbsp; then grinning added, "that's what I will call you, "Fury, as it suits both your name and the way you make love."&nbsp; Ignoring the look on Slate's face, she went on to state, "What weapon could I yield?&nbsp; I know little of weapondry." she scoffed.<br>&nbsp;<br>It was then that a coldness crept along Ashley's spine, and standing there in the clearing where the Falcovian soldiers fell at Slate's hands, a horrid vision crossed her visage once again; and standing there motionless,&nbsp; a silent scream distorted her features. <br>&nbsp;<br><span style="font-size: 1.45em;" class="bbc_size"><strong> MOVING BACK TO THE MAIN THREAD</strong></span> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - Avonleigh, Private Thread #5 [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>22-11-2009, 10:25:32</strong>
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				(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)<br><br>This thread is now concluded, and this story has re-entered the main thread at this post. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2466866#msg2466866)<br><br>(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)
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