The Curse of Obedience (Astira & Dariusfallenstar)
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				Title: <strong>The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astira</strong> on <strong>15-04-2014, 20:52:21</strong>
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				Once….upon a time of peace and prosperity, in a land long since forgotten…<div class="floatright">(https://24.media.tumblr.com/cb3d74f27110c2b31636f6d75ff5b23f/tumblr_n3s3t31JiL1skt3v6o2_r1_250.png)</div><br><br>No, that’s not quite right. Starting off a story with “once upon a time” automatically gives us the impression that this is a fairy tale with a happy ending. Well, on this occasion, it is a tale involving a fairy, yes, but she is evil. And the tale isn’t a happy one…and it hasn’t ended yet. So perhaps a more accurate opening to this tale goes something like this…<br><br>Princess Genevieve was cursed. <br><br>Her destiny had been planned <em>for</em> before she even had a name. It was a destiny spun by the wickedest of fairies, Lucindra. She had been good once...until she tried to take over the kingdom. She had been banished. And so, scorned by King Stephan and Queen Ana, Lucindra sought her revenge on their first and only child by placing a horrible curse upon her: to always obey any command given to her, be it harmless or sinister. <br><br>Desperate to break the curse, King Stephan decreed that any fairy or magic-wielder who could break the curse would be handsomely rewarded with jewels and coin and a position as the royal family’s personal magician henceforth. Many tried, all of them failed. A year passed and the King and Queen continued to wait for someone to save their little girl. But on Genevieve’s first name day, that hope nearly faded completely from their lives when a mysterious magic-wielder arrived on their door step. He came with a prophecy that foretold of a dire future: after the Princess’ sixteenth birthday she would be given a command to take the life of a royal family member and the golden era of peace and plenty the country had come to know under the reign of their king would die with them. <br><br>But! The stranger said, there is still hope to be had! If the princess were to be hidden away and taught how to deal with the curse, to manipulate it to her advantage, the kingdom might be saved. And so with heavy hearts filled with worry for their people and fear for their daughter, the King and Queen made the heart-wrenching decision to place their daughter under the care, protection and teachings of the mysterious man upon her fifth name day.<br><br>That day came too quickly for the King and Queen. Amidst tears and sorrow, in the dead of night, it was only the King, Queen and the stranger himself that bore witness to the Princess being whisked away to stay in a castle deep in the Black Wood where she would stay until the curse was broken.<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(https://31.media.tumblr.com/ba1fd06a0e994edecfb4e47ca506b44f/tumblr_n3s3t31JiL1skt3v6o3_r1_250.png)</div>She had fallen asleep at her window again. It would be at Nathaniel’s displeasure that she did so; she could catch her death, or someone could push her out or some such nonsense. Genevieve, or rather Gemma, didn't take him seriously. Besides, she could not help it. It was her favorite spot where she read, wrote and got lost in her thoughts. Last night, her final evening as a fifteen year old, she stayed up late reading her favorite book of fairy tales, mermaids and dragons. It wasn’t until the wee hours of the morning did she finally give in to sleep.<br><br>And so the sun rose to shine on her back as she laid curled up on her side, her head cushioned by her right arm while her left was tucked beneath her chin, the well-worn book clasped loosely in her fingers. Her unruly red curls fell across her face and neck before spilling onto the cushions in a silken waterfall. She was still in her clothes from the day before - an ill-fitting, simple green gown that was far too baggy for her small frame. She never complained about it though - she didn’t want to bother Nathaniel with such trivial matters. Once she was adept at sewing enough to make her own clothes, she would do so.<br><br>It was half past the eighth hour, well beyond the time she was expected to be up, but given her late night readings, Gemma remained asleep, undisturbed and peaceful on the day of her sixteenth birthday.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>15-04-2014, 22:30:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://tobiasmastgrave.files.wordpress.com/2011/11/old-wizard-live-wallpaper-11-1.jpg)</div><br>Nathaniel was a simple man, had simple tastes and simple needs. His one and only ambition in all the world was to change the state of things just a bit. A nudge, really. As a Warlock – one of the few male practitioners of magic in a land dominated by Fae and Witches – he had but one itsy bitsy hunger.<br><br>To rule.<br><br>Of course, ruling was a complex animal and Nathaniel was too. Mastering the spells and chemistry required to bring himself to the point that he was on par with even the meanest of witches had taken the man nearly all of his life. He’d been eighty before he’d discovered the exact phrases and ingredients to produce the potion that had forestalled his eminent demise. <br><br>The trouble, you see, was that Nathaniel – being a man, as we’ve said before – looked at magic and spellcasting in a way entirely different than women. A woman could inhale, imagine her task, and feed her power with raw instinctive desire – or any other emotion – and viola, it was done. For men magic was all about logic and ritual, about rote knowledge and intellectual understanding. Thus, for every spell he wanted to learn and for every complex enchantment that could teach him new principals of sorcery, he needed an example and time. <br><br>Generally, these examples came in the form of magical items or wondrous beasts. The unicorn he’d learned a lesser version of immortality from had taken him months and months, at the end of which the poor beast had been almost driven mad from loneliness. Apparently Fae were really quite serious about making the beasts associate with virgins. <br><br>Thus, when word had come to Nathaniel in his stone tower of a curse so complex, so diabolical, that it could *only* have been woven by a woman of true ability, he leapt at the opportunity. Not only could he learn from the enchantment, he might be able to use the opportunity to his advantage. <br><br>When he’d arrived, aged and wizened – his body still belonging to that of his eighty year old self – he’d been given a degree of respect that he hadn’t anticipated. Apparently no one saw him as a threat. Given how few wizards or warlocks there had ever been in history, the man was not terribly surprised. He’d happily spouted some effluvia that was half-truth and a quarter lies, before taking the young girl away to study.<br><br>And oh, how he’d studied. Within a year he’d unraveled a component of the spell that essentially shown Nathaniel how to alter the “age” variable in his spells to a small degree. Soon after came other nuances, things to do with the body and hormones and all sorts of wonders that they probably didn’t have words for. To Nathaniel, the following years were a wonder of study and delight. He showered the young woman with his dutiful attention, giving her an education and space and essentially treating her as he had the Unicorn: like a mystical, wonderful creature that needed proper feeding and care but little else. <br><br>Unfortunately, his tower – no matter how well stocked – was not enough for Nathaniel to tease out every detail of his ward’s curse. To alter it to his advantage (who of you would be surprised to know he ultimately wanted to make the girl devoted and obedient to him, rather than anyone else? If you missed that part, re-read the first few paragraphs. Go ahead, I’ll wait), Nathaniel needed special herbs and, perhaps, even some wisdom from a witch of Fae. <br><br>The key, he knew, was to wait until Gemma was sixteen. Starting on that date her body would ripen and the curse would begin to “bud” – showing its true nature and allowing him to change its course. Thus, he’d made the girl a promise: Stating when she turned sixteen, they would travel the lands together for one amazing adventure before he finally returned her home, to her worried parents.<br><br>-<br><br>He moved like a panther, muscular body smoothly uncoiling him as he traveled from one step to the next. Even after years of finding the right pattern of magic, the right herbs, it still felt vaguely erotic. Nathaniel’s body, now that of a man in the prime of his life – perhaps forty or so – no longer crushed him. Instead, it propelled him forward. And with each step came the gentle, subtle knowledge of his enervated manhood. It was odd to say, odd to point out – even to him. Having been near death at eighty Nathaniel had cared nothing for sex, only magic. But now, as the complex spells he’d cast maintained and improved his physique, he was *hyper* aware of his maleness. <br><br>When he arrived at the thick mahogany door leading to his ward’s chamber Nathaniel casually banished his inappropriate thoughts. Gemma was sacrosanct; he needed her just the way she was, untainted and pure. <br><br>“Gemma darling, it’s time to wake up,” his voice was a gravely rumble, penetrating into the room. He was used to commanding the forces of nature and it showed in how he spoke: always so certain – calm, but with a depth that was irrepressible. <br><br>Without waiting, he opened the door and strode into the comfortable – if occasionally drafty – tower room. Nathaniel was wearing a simple robe of velvet purple tied around the waist. Beneath he had a brown tunic open just enough to reveal a hint of tanned, muscular chest. A man of his times and passions, there was a dusting of chest hair visible as well. Below he wore plain brown trousers, although those were mostly concealed by the robe. Under one powerful arm he carried a small bundle.<br><br>Seeing Gemma at her window, Nathaniel crossed the room and pressed his fingertips to her shoulder. “Arise, my darling ward,” he murmured, as he lifted the package. The motion made his sleeve slip back, revealing the elaborate dragon tattoos coiled around the arm. “I have a present for you.”<br><br>Smiling a bit wryly – this present was intended to protect and delight the girl, and would be his first magical construction of this sort ever – the dark man waited for her to stir. Oddly enough, particularly given his rather wicked ambitions, he found himself eager to see just how much Gemma liked the present.&nbsp; <br><div class="floatright">(http://i945.photobucket.com/albums/ad295/Dariusfallenstar/Male%20Rp%20Characters/gabriel_aubry000x0432x658-350x533_zps11882ae4.jpg)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astira</strong> on <strong>15-04-2014, 23:35:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://24.media.tumblr.com/cb3d74f27110c2b31636f6d75ff5b23f/tumblr_n3s3t31JiL1skt3v6o2_r1_250.png)</div>Gemma was dreaming of mermaids again. Wearing a wispy white dress spun from silk, she sat perched on a rock overlooking a sea of glittering green and blue. The sun sparkled on the surface, giving off the illusions of tiny diamonds bouncing hither and tither as the young girl watched eagerly for signs of a fin. She’d never actually seen the ocean, but in her books she’d read about it enough to draw up a vivid image in her dreams. <br><br>She heard laughter and she looked to her left just in time to see a emerald-green fin disappear beneath the surface. A few seconds went by, then a golden head emerged with a broad smile on her beautiful face. “Come swim with us!” said the mermaid. It was a command…but in her dreams, Gemma didn’t have to obey.<br><br>“You know I cannot! I don’t know how!” Gemma replied, standing up and jumping down to the white sand so she could approach the shoreline. She dipped her feet in the seawater and sighed.<br><br>There was a splash as the mermaid flipped her fin and purposefully doused her Gemma’s clothing, a playful glint in her eye. Gemma squealed then laughed with delight and waded in to her waist, splashing the mermaid back.<br><br>“You do realize I am already quite wet, yes?” The mermaid chuckled, swimming in circles around Gemma, a friendly smile and arched eyebrow making the princess chuckle.<br><br>But before Gemma could respond, she felt a gentle pulling to the surface of her dreams.<br><br><hr><br>Gemma groaned in her sleep and curled tighter into a ball. Somewhere in her sleep-fogged mind, she knew Nathaniel was attempting to wake her, but she didn’t want to leave the comfortable land of slumber. It was the only safe-haven she had where her will was her own, not her curse’s. She could pretend that she had a choice in her dreams.<br><br>But alas, he’d <em>commanded</em> her to arise, and so arise she did, her body compelled by the powerful force of the curse despite her own wishes. She sighed as her body slipped off the cushion and forced her to stand (literally “arise”) in front of him. She stumbled a little, her right leg having fallen asleep in her position, but caught her balance before she made an idiot of herself. She set the book down on the window cushion before she straightened up and brushed out her rumpled green dress. She sent Nathaniel a grouchy glare that clearly spoke of her displeasure at his careless use of words. “Really, Nathaniel?” she shook her head, waves of messy, knotted red hair tumbling around her shoulders. She had lines on the right side of her face from where wrinkles in her dress sleeve had imprinted themselves in her sleep. <br><br>“I’m sorry I woke late. I was um,” she bit her lip and glanced at her book guiltily. “…reading again.” she muttered, curling her hands together in front of her as she looked back at him. Then, as if his words had only just sunk in, her bright green eyes drifted to the bundle held beneath his arm. They widened marginally and her glare was immediately wiped away. “Is that…for me?” she asked, biting her lip in a vain attempt to suppress the excited smile that was forcing its way on to her face. It wasn’t often that she received gifts, especially ones given to her directly from Nathaniel. He was a busy man and she hated to bother him about such small things. He was selflessly and tirelessly working to find a way to break her curse. Gifts were not part of the agenda. She practically quivered with anticipation, eyes alight with mischief and curiosity as she waited.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>15-04-2014, 23:52:02</strong>
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				Nathaniel was a firm man – he kept his distance from the young woman he’d spent years studying and raising. This emotional and physical distance was as much for him as it was her; as soon as he’d reversed his age, he’d recognized the temptations that might distract him from his all too important work. In many ways he’d been a vague sort of teacher, always instructing Gemma on the world – providing her with books and artifacts and images, but never allowing her to come to anything resembling harm. Even at his hands.<br><br>Alas, the time had come to move on. The man’s work was coming to a cusp and Gemma’s curse would be malleable for only so long before it clamped down, forcing her to become a tool for the wicked fae. <br><br>“Sleeping late is no good,” Nathaniel said. “I’ve given you tasks to prepare for our trek. Those tasks included exercises and specific books,” he paused, steel colored eyes flicking toward her book, a shadow of disapproval appearing, “not fairy tales.” He exhaled through his generous mouth, easing his temper. “I suppose I can work on preparing a spell or two to help your body cope – but you really shouldn’t take it for granted.” In all honesty, spells that altered *other people’s* bodies were far more difficult for Nathaniel, especially without extremely intimate contact (not only sex, you pervs!) <br><br>Remembering the parcel under his arm, Nathaniel grumbled, “I suppose I should make this day a celebration, even if I’ll be cooking for the next few hours.” He glanced her over disapprovingly – he really *had* thought he’d told Gemma to start exercising and reading herbology books. But maybe he’d forgotten? He could be absent minded. Really, he shouldn’t take it out on the girl. She was so waifish and dumpy – really adorable in a child-like chipmunk sort of way – and the two of them would be stuck together for a long time. He needed to put his best foot forward for her.<br><br>Holding the package out, he explained, “I worry about your protection while we travel – not just your strength, so I’ve made you a Shiftcloak. It’s enchanted to alter its appearance and hardness as you wish. It can be as strong as armor or as flexible as silk. It can help you blend in, becoming all but invisible, if you concentrate hard enough. It can also change its density and the material it appears to be made of for comfort purposes – if you need a warm blanket, it can do so. Up to double the original size, which is perfect for your little frame.” <br><br>Well, she really *was* little. <br><br>“I…ah… hope you like it,” he added awkwardly, hoping she’d take it and allow him to get to work quickly. Already his mind was on the specific herbs he’d need to toughen the soles of her feet and enhance her body’s natural healing process – so she’d grow stronger quickly during the travels. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astira</strong> on <strong>16-04-2014, 00:58:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://24.media.tumblr.com/cb3d74f27110c2b31636f6d75ff5b23f/tumblr_n3s3t31JiL1skt3v6o2_r1_250.png)</div><br>Gemma winced as he chastised her, wringing her small hands in front of her and eyes downcast as she waited for him to finish. “I did them all! Or…well…” she gave him another guilty look. “<em>…almost</em> all of them. I read the books and did all except two of the exercises…” She squirmed and fidgeted beneath his steely gaze. She felt the displeasure emanating off him in waves, even if he was kind enough to try not to show it. She had learned to read the man in the many years he’d taken care of her. She honestly hated disappointing him - he was good to her and so the least she could do was keep up with her reading and her tasks. <br><br>Her face fell a little at the thought and she shrugged. “I’m sorry. I’ll spend my free time today finishing up what I didn’t get to yesterday. You don’t have to work on a spell - I should be okay.” It was true - she had done the exercises he told her to and her body was naturally fit anyway. She found she loved to run at an early age so she’d taken to sprinting around the castle when she was moving from room to room. There was something so intoxicating about feeling the wind rush through her hair, her skirts snapping at her heals as she twisted and turned and flew through the halls. She’d even raced the servants a time or two, outrunning them by a mile! She didn’t tell Nathaniel that though; she wanted her actions to speak louder than her words.<br><br>He mumbled something and she raised her eyebrow with a small smirk. “You know…you could let ME help you cook,” she grinned widely, knowing this was a topic of constant dispute amongst the pair. Always, she begged him to let her assist him and always he would refuse, saying it was too dangerous or too complicated. But she was intelligent and eager - far more than he probably admitted, and so she continued to try.<br><br>Suddenly he thrust out the package and launched into an explanation about what he’d given her. She took it careful from his hands as if it were the most delicate and fragile thing in the world - a treasure she might always cherish. Carefully, and with nubile fingers, Gemma unravelled the cloth and held it up in front of her. It felt like woven water, soft and malleable. She drew in a sharp breath, wonderment clearly written on her face as she explored the garment’s weight, texture and length. “Ooooh, it’s <em>breathtaking</em>! I love it!” she said, her voice slightly high-pitched in her excitement. “So…I can place this on and it will take whatever form I need it to?” She asked eagerly. <br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://24.media.tumblr.com/dc255312c8d05ee2bd25b079b13ce79e/tumblr_n43ghbqsG51trc7k3o1_400.png)</div>Without waiting for an answer, she twirled the garment over her shoulders and attached the clasp at the front. Not taking much care to think of an entirely <em>appropriate</em> outfit, Gemma closed her eyes and concentrated on the first outfit that came to mind. It was something she had seen in a book about exotic places. There was a picture of a woman with dark skin, black hair and almond-shaped eyes and she wore a beautiful outfit that sparkled with jewels and trinkets, showing off her body as if it were a work of art sculpted by the finest of artists.<br><br>She opened her eyes and looked down at herself. She squealed with delight and excitement, a huge grin threatening to split her face. “Oh! Oh my! It works! Oh Nathaniel, this is <em>amazing</em>.” she gushed happily, twirling around so the skirt swept around her hips in a fluttering circle, the slits up the sides revealing her legs to his gaze. When she was done, she launched herself into his arms and gave him a bear hug. <br><br>“Ohhh, thank you, thank you, thank you!” <br><br>He was a good foot taller than she, but it was something she was used to as wrapped her arms tightly around his neck&nbsp; and raised herself up onto her tip toes, her body flush against his as she placed a sloppy, wet kiss on his cheek - something she did on purpose as she knew he ‘hated it’ and she did so love to tease him. Her closest friend and guardian.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>16-04-2014, 02:10:59</strong>
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				Embracing Nathaniel was like touching a live wire; the man was all svelte muscularity with just enough softness to not hurt the girl. Tall, towering in a way that would have intimidated anyone else, the abrupt contact brought the scent Gemma had been familiar with for years back to the forefront. Musky, masculine, laced through with eldritch, forbidden power – and below that, hunger. An insatiable need that had begun purely intellectual but now, particularly after Gemma’s transformation, was far more carnal.<br><br>Instinctively Nathaniel’s hands came down, around Gemma’s waist and back, several inches above her buttocks. His forearms pressed taut against her and his biceps pulled her into his embrace as though designed to somehow *fuse* the two together. Quite the hugger, Nathaniel was. Although – to be fair – it was partially due to the transformed body he’d poured himself into. <br><br>Pulling away, eyes grown cold with determination that Nathaniel had never shown before, the much older man instructed, “The Shiftcloak only changes itself – nothing beneath.” He eyed the strange sort of complex outfit Gemma had manifested – it was teasing, tugging and pulling but revealing almost nothing of the girl’s body other than that she was perhaps more fit than he’d anticipated. Still, the man’s hungers could not be denied.<br><br>“We’re leaving tomorrow morning. You may come watch me cook, but first change into something more appropriate and then join me in my laboratory. And don’t touch *anything*.” Peeling himself away from his ward, Nathaniel turned away, presenting her with a broad, powerful back that seemed more taut than normal. <br><br>A few minutes later he was back in the castle proper, on the other side of the building – away from Gemma’s private tower – and surrounded by a high-vaulted room filled with books, concoctions, and various arcane paraphernalia. A massive stained glass window depicting some ancient event involving the most famous male wizard ever – a guy named Merlin or somesuch – dominated the western side of the room and light shone through, casting Nathaniel’s darkness in stark contrast to Gemma’s bright innocence. <br><br>As soon as he arrived, desperate to push inappropriate thoughts away, Nathaniel began working on a potion that would help Gemma heal faster on the trip. It would last months, which should give the girl’s body plenty of time to adjust and toughen up as needed. Of course, the rack of chemicals and ingredients for making the potion was rather full – and the table it sat on literally overflowing with various odds and ends – finished potions, tinctures that were still distilling, herbs and pills and all sorts of things. The man’s rather desperate attempts at various types of body modification (a pursuit he’d taken up once his libido had returned with an eye toward not only making money but learning the fundamentals of altering human physiology), scattered here and there. <br><br>Not that the absent-minded man would mix anything inappropriate. Not at all.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astira</strong> on <strong>16-04-2014, 03:14:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://24.media.tumblr.com/cb3d74f27110c2b31636f6d75ff5b23f/tumblr_n3s3t31JiL1skt3v6o2_r1_250.png)</div><br>His scent enveloped her like a warm, fluffy blanket; it was familiar and secure and completely Nathaniel. She giggled a little, feeling light as a cloud then sighed happily as his arms wove around her tightly. In truth, Gemma only ever truly felt safe with Nathaniel. When he was around, she felt like nothing could touch her. In that regard, he was very much a father-figure. But with how they joked around and how comfortable she was with him made him more of a close friend. She wasn’t sure what she’d do without him. And now, she was sixteen! And he’d given her an amazing gift! It was more than she could possibly ask for. <br><br>He drew her to him tighter and she willingly complied until finally they pulled away and she was lowered to stand flat on her feet. His words made her take a second glance and she realized he was right. She’d been so caught up in seeing it work that she hadn’t full registered her other clothing was still on. She grimaced and shook her head. “Well, that was not precisely how I imagined the outfit. I suppose that’s good to know,” she gave him a wink and laughed. “Ah well, I’ll do bette next time,” she replied, taking off the cloak so she was left in her frumpy green dress.<br><br>She folded it neatly and placed it on her bed, nodding at his announcement that they’d be leaving tomorrow. She tugged a strand of hair behind her ear and was about to turn back to him when he gave her a command. She winced as her body went in to curse-forced movements and she began unlacing her gown so as to change into something “more appropriate” before heading down to his lab. She realized too late that he’d said not to touch <em>anything</em> and that meant even the floor of the laboratory - how was she to obey his command!?<br><br>“Nathaniel wait!” She yelled, but he had left the room. She grumbled and sighed, annoyed that the man was so careless sometimes. <br><br>Her dexterous fingers finished unlacing her gown and it fell in a puddle at her feet. She had a habit of not wearing underthings - they were scratchy and uncomfortable, so this left her wearing only the gold locket her parents had given her as a child. She picked up the cloak and studied it, wondering what she should wear that was ‘appropriate’. <br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://31.media.tumblr.com/9d6714ea1753a5b53f9065bfdb3356dc/tumblr_n43ndpOXhP1trc7k3o1_500.jpg)</div><hr><br>Half an hour later, Gemma was bounding excitedly down the stairs towards Nathaniel’s forbidden laboratory. It truly was turning out to be a wonderful name-day for her. He <em>never</em> let her into his lab to watch, particularly if it was something he had been working on diligently for a while. Success would be too close at hand to risk messing up. But she would be silent as shadow.<br><br>The stone steps were roughly hewn from rock and she was careful not to slip and cut herself as she descended them downwards. The hall was dark and damp; a far cry from her room filled with light and warmth. She bit her lip a little nervously - in the handful of times she’d been down there, none of them had been recent and so her memory was dull. It seemed much more intimidating and, well, scary than she remembered. Eventually she came to a large oak door gilded with iron and lit with torches on either side. It was large and imposing…and oddly befitting feature for the master of the castle. With a slight gulp, she pushed it open and entered the vaulted room.<br><br>He was standing at a table a little ways from her, studying some dishes of herbs and vials of liquid. Silently, innocent face always filled with wonder, she strode towards him. She was in awe of this place - reverent almost. It was knowledge and power and forbidden magic - something that had always eluded her. Jars of odd substances and creepy limbs that looked suspiciously human adorned shelves on the walls. She shivered a little and kept close to Nathaniel as she pulled up a stool to sit down.<br><br>“What are you working on?” she asked quietly, not looking at him directly as she was too distracted by what was around her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>16-04-2014, 03:36:35</strong>
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				In the time that Gemma changed, Nathaniel had shucked his robe. Beneath, the man was a beefy mountain, entirely belying his profession. The tattoo coiled around his left arm shimmered as though the scales of the dragon weren’t inked on, but lacquered. Moving quickly, with a quiet confidence he poured hints of this and dashes of that into a bubbling glass beaker on the counter. <br><br>At Gemma’s interruption Nathaniel paused in mid-motion, hand hovering over a cluster of tiny, delicate vials. Turning lithely, the man arched a dark brow at Gemma. “Right now I’m working on a sustenance and adaptation potion for you, so the trip won’t be too harsh. You may look around, if you wish.” He paused, sensing the distress in the girl’s curse – over the years he’d examined it enough to realize when the dark magic was frustrated with something he said by accident. “I rescind my previous few commands and wish you to act as you wish.”<br><br>That done, he turned back to the vials he’d been about to utilize and paused. Which one was next? The order was important but his damn absent-mindedness had him in his grasp. “Fuck m….” he stopped, biting his tongue. He’d whispered the words, but he’d come to realize that Gemma’s curse wasn’t just a flat, dead thing – it was half intelligent and capable of “listening” to what it wanted to at times. If he’d completed the sentence he might have gotten something really fun – or it might have destroyed his relationship with her. A thought he could not abide.<br><br>“I really must be more careful,” he muttered. “Gemma, when you walked in did you see which vial I was about to grab? This is the delicate part – the wrong one might change your body in some unusual way…” He let the thought trail off, uneasy. He didn’t want to explain to her why he might have developed potions to make venting his lust more interesting. Sex was *not* part of their relationship. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astira</strong> on <strong>16-04-2014, 20:08:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://24.media.tumblr.com/cb3d74f27110c2b31636f6d75ff5b23f/tumblr_n3s3t31JiL1skt3v6o2_r1_250.png)</div><br>The air smelled a peculiar mixture of herbs and chemicals. It wasn’t unpleasant…particularly when laced with the smoky, spicy scent of magic. Rather it was familiar; comforting almost. Her lungs expanded deeply as she inhaled the scent that seemed part of her life, part of Nathaniel. Despite the chilling shroud of darkness and completely paradoxical feel of the place (when compared to her own tower), Gemma couldn’t help but remain inquisitive and guiltily fascinated by it all. Just the nature of this place, Nathaniel’s domain, should have told Gemma that there were many things about him that were eclipsed from her sight, but she was too enthralled by his work or simply blinded by her affection for him to notice. Or was it simply that she was too naive?<br><br>He explained what he was working on and she nodded absently, trying hard not to fidget as the curiosity burned at the edges like a magnifying glass under the sun. She desperately wanted to explore and poke around, but she knew Nathaniel disliked that and so resigned to clasping her hands together in her lap. But her intention of stilling her movements was for naught as her fidgeting spread from her hands to her legs and she began to shake them back and forth. She had never been good at sitting like a lady, her tendency was to never cross her legs when seated. Normally, her lack of underclothes wasn’t a problem as she wore a dress, however this particular outfit, while dress-like, didn’t cover everything normal skirts did. Lucky for her, however, with the long slits of her outfit now open, it allowed the middle flap to fall between her thighs and keeping her modest. Her legs, however, were a different story. She wore heeled leather boots that went a little past her knees and hugged her leg tightly, but the rest of her leg and thigh was uncovered, giving Nathaniel a healthy view of her untouched, creamy white skin. And if she moved her legs <em>just so</em>…perhaps a small amount of silken hair could be seen?<br><br><em>”…Gemma, when you walked in did you see which vial I was about to grab? This is the delicate part – the wrong one might change your body in some unusual way…”</em><br><br>“Hmm? Oh…I think it was the green one.” she said absently, not paying much attention.<br><br>Even though he’d given her permission to do as she wished, Gemma was still a bit apprehensive, even intimidated by the scope of the place. However in preparation of exploring, she decided to pull her unruly curls back and out of her face. She raised her arms, eyes still glued to whatever detail they chose to pick out. Scrolls, jars of specimens, dried herbs, peculiar instruments - all of it was captivating. <br><br>Gemma frowned when her curls seemed not wanting to cooperate so she paid more attention to the task at hand. The confines of the leather she wore were such that even the slightest movement would tighten the garment across her body. So when she continued to fiddle with her hair, her chest was pushed out, and the already amble cleavage displayed amongst the leather laces seem to bulge, straining to be free of their restrictive cloth. She had a modest bosom but was still quite well-developed for her age, and with the way everything was laced…it gave the young girl the impression of being very busty.<br><br>Finally looping the leather thong in her hair, she raised her locks off her slender neck and made a messy sort of bun. She sighed happily then with a wide grin, jumped off the stool to begin walking around. Her leather skirts swished around her ankles, heeled boots clicking on the stone floor with each slow step she took.<br><br>A particularly interesting shelf of jarred objects sat just below one of the other tables opposite of where Nathaniel stood. Eyes wide, Gemma immediately stepped closer and bent over to better observe them. The leather stretched enticingly around her derriere, hugging the fleshy cheeks like a second skin as she inspected each item. “Oh my! What is this?” She mumbled to herself, pulling out a particularly perverse looking creature with bulbous orange eyes and a wide thin mouth. It was amphibious and seemed to have spikes protruding from it’s spine. Instead of being repulsed, however, her eyes grew huge with interest. “It looks like a frog but…like a demon frog or some such thing.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>21-04-2014, 01:31:20</strong>
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				“Ah, yes, the green one,” Nathaniel said, fingers sliding from the dark one he’d been about to grab to the one with the amber tincture trapped within. “I really should start labeling these things more clearly,” he chided himself as he moved the vial to the boiling potion. As he began pouring it, however, he caught sight of Gemma’s reflection in one of the mirror-finished surfaces of an odd apparatus situated precariously atop the table.<br><br>The views the girl gave the old man had him a bit flabbergasted. When had she….and what was she wearing? He could feel the blood in his veins begin that hideous, gleeful dance toward unstoppable lust and he’d just seen the reflective majesty of his ward’s too-white skin. <br><br>“Ah, crab apples,” he muttered as he glanced at his fingers. He’d poured the whole bottle in! Well, no matter; the drug would just be more potent for a brief period of time. No big deal.<br><br>Pulling the boiling pot off the eye, he sat it on a stone surface to cool and turned to face Gemma. “Young lady, be careful with that creature. It’s a cousin to a specific species of dragon and can be quite fierce if antagonized. I believe that one has acidic slime on its back – hence being in the glass jar.” <br><br>Distracted by a floral scent filling the room – from the newly prepared beaker, the tall, darkly handsome man rounded on the bowl and eyed it suspiciously. “I prepared something that smelled that way for someone once. She paid a small fortune so she could grow the body parts of an animal she particularly liked. Cat’s ears or a tail or somesuch.” Frowning, he reached up and rubbed at his dark beard, wondering whether or not he’d made an unintentional mistake. Once again, before he could come to a conclusion, the flash of his ward’s skin in a reflective surface distracted him, derailing his entire train of thought.<br><br>“Ah, no bother. You don’t particularly like any animals anyway. This should still work just fine...”<br><br>A few seconds later, once the potion had cooled down, Nathaniel offered it to Gemma. Had he not been distracted by the apparently sudden blossoming of the girl, he might have caught on that he'd used the wrong potion - one that would probably give the girl cat ears, or the traits of some other favorite animal of hers. Alas, 'twas not to be the case. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astira</strong> on <strong>23-04-2014, 00:45:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://24.media.tumblr.com/cb3d74f27110c2b31636f6d75ff5b23f/tumblr_n3s3t31JiL1skt3v6o2_r1_250.png)</div><br>Gemma’s eyes grew round and shone like glossy bubbles as he spoke. “Dragons?” she breathed, a hint of wonderment lacing her tone. “Oooohhh. I’ve never seen a <em>dragon</em> before. How lovely that would be!” Her grin widened as she turned the creature this way and that; even though it was dead she was careful not to aggravate the poor thing too much. Silly, but that was the young red-head for you. Gemma had a way of retaining her childlike fascination and reverence for each new thing she encountered, remaining ever curious and amazed. Whether it was her naivety due to her confined upbringing or her natural wanderlust, she continued to see things with the eyes of one who found beauty in even the tiniest of details.<br><br>“Then again, there isn’t much I <em>have</em> seen…” she commented absently. She extended a finger and traced the outline of the bulbous eye through the glass as if it were a huge gem to be reverently touched and admired but from afar. Gingerly she placed the jar down, arranging it precisely as it had been before she’d picked it up. “I like animals, I just…don’t get to see them much.” she protested with a shrug. Then she turned with a goofy smile and bounced back over to the table where her teacher worked. “Buuut that’s going to change soon!” she attempted to keep her smile from growing too wide but failed miserably. She sat back down on her rickety wooden stool, the legs groaning a little under her weight as she placed her hands in her lap. She stared at Nathaniel, still smiling and began swinging her feet back and forth impatiently. “When <em>are</em> we leaving tomorrow? Early I hope. I’m very excited!” she took the proffered potion from him and downed it without a second thought. She made a face, her nose scrunching up and stuck out her tongue. “Bleh. That tasted awful. Would it have killed you to add a bit of mint or honey to it? Sheesh.” she complained, not looking at him as she set the vial down carelessly.<br><br>A book was open and sitting on the surface of the table nearby so she leaned forward and grabbed it, dragging the tome to her before flipping through the pages idly. She looked at the pictures and drawings with rapt attention as she conjured up ideas of what they might see on their journey. “Oh, maybe we’ll see a dragon! Or maybe a unicorn! oh! Or mermaids! Oh gosh, I would love to see a mermaid,” Gemma sighed dreamily as one of the pages came to a halt on a detailed illustration of a scale taken from a mermaid. She traced it with her finger. “That would be grand. I wonder what they’re actually like?” she said to no one in particular, getting lost in her glamorous thoughts. <br><br>As she sat there becoming immersed in imaginings only she could see in her mind’s eye, something peculiar started to happen. The material around her bosom, already perfectly molded to her size, began to tight and strain. She had some cleavage, yes, but the crevice deepened and grew longer. It was a slow, gradual change but surely unmistakable if one were to look hard enough. Her alabaster flesh seemed to puff up and jiggle with her movement to the point where it seemed desperate to overflow the embroidered cups that held them in. One wrong move and surely the ties would snap and her breasts would come tumbling out. <br><br>The growth didn’t last long, only a dozen or so seconds. Gemma herself didn’t notice one bit as she turned the next page and began talking again. “I hope they aren’t cruel. Creatures like mermaids are too beautiful to be cruel. But I suppose a book can never be judged by it’s cover-oh!” She had moved her arm to better position the book when her elbow hit the empty vial she’d discarded once she’d downed the potion. It rolled and crashed to the floor, shattering on impact. Immediately Gemma stood and kicked back the stool “Oh no! I didn’t see it! That was careless of me. I’m so sorry Nathaniel. I’ll clean it up,” then in a quick movement, she squatted down to begin picking up the pieces of glass. <br><br>It was a wrong move for her bodice. The ties that held her bosom up in such a high position on her chest (like a push-up bra, gents) snapped from the tension and her heavy breasts fell down a bit, tit-flesh bulging and fighting to free itself, like rising dough stuffed into a too-small pan. Gemma was muttering more apologies and flushing with embarrassment already so this too went unnoticed as she gingerly picked up the glass. When she finished she stood up in front of Nathaniel and reached over to place the shards on the table. “Truly I didn’t know it was there. I should have paid attention. I’m just so excited about everything and….well….” she sighed and turned back around. She felt really bad and hugged her arms around her middle like a little girl about to be scolded. The action squished her breasts together and forced a bit of her areola to peak out over the tops. She stood there and bit her lip, waiting for his reprimands.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>24-04-2014, 18:59:45</strong>
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				Nathaniel’s eyes bulged. Almost out of their sockets, truth be told. Gemma had always been a *little* clumsy, but when had… and what had happened….and wha? Had she made her top too tight on *purpose*? Just what was going on? The befuddled man had absolutely no clue what was going on and couldn’t have put two-and-two together much less realized that he’d concocted the wrong potion. Why? Because boobs, that’s why. <br><br>“Do wha?” Nathaniel asked, mouth working, no sound coming out. Desire raced through the man’s artificially strengthened body, so hot that it made his balls ache. Fuck! He cursed inward; he had to act quickly, lest he be so overwhelmed that he do something odd. Like whip his cock out and cover Gemma’s too-lush tits with creamy goodness. Because, well, that was his immediate inclination, seeing those amazing tracts of land.<br><br>“Ahm. Yes. Well. I think it’s time for you to go back to your room. Prepare. Play with yourself a bit. I’m going to clean up. But stumbling around here is precisely what you may not do, young lady! And adjust your clothes! They need to fit your body!” He sounded angry, but was looking everywhere but at Gemma, rattling off things as quickly as they entered his distracted head. <br><br>To be fair, this really wasn’t Nathaniel. With the women he augmented and hired from the local villages, he was entirely in control – a sometimes brutal, passionate lover. It was simply that this was Gemma, his ward. Sure, he ultimately wanted to use her to attain great political power and arcane knowledge, but that use did not include…well, things. He’d practically raised the girl! She was a tool, but she was *his* precious tool and not some…<br><br>…boobs… he caught himself glancing at her reflection in a glass and all thoughts just shut down, leaving the handsome, scraggly man just standing there. Barely able to keep his lips tight enough to not drool.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astira</strong> on <strong>24-04-2014, 21:48:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://24.media.tumblr.com/cb3d74f27110c2b31636f6d75ff5b23f/tumblr_n3s3t31JiL1skt3v6o2_r1_250.png)</div><br>The curse grabbed hold of Gemma before she’d had time to fully process what he’d said. As if forcing the image into her mind and thus on to the magical cloak he’d given her, the curse “adjusted her clothes to fit her body” and the cloak shimmered and transformed. Now she wore a tight emerald-green cincher made of leather and suede along with dark brown leather pants and thigh-high boots. It was utterly scandalous for women of this day and age to wear pants - only harlots and criminals wore such things. But the dark brown garment that Gemma now sported hugged her shapely legs so well, it looked as though her body was made to wear nothing <em>but</em> leather pants. She wore no underthings, so either ass cheek was hugged deliciously by the leather, a defined crack laying between them so any movement would accentuate the tiniest jiggle her firm buttocks chose to show. And the front of her pants, well…should Gemma move in a particular way, her cute little mound would also be defined, perhaps even her untouched nether lips as well. <br><br>As for the cincher, it was tasteful in design and covered her whole torso, however as it acted as a sort of bustier - with deep u-shaped curves fitting neatly under either breast - her perky white bosom was pushed up and out, giving her something of a ‘shelf’. The white chemise she wore beneath looked almost grey in comparison to her snowy skin, but the lacy ruffles that trimmed the edges made it look utterly feminine and befitting her body-type. Her flaming red hair topped the look off as it tumbled down her neck and over the curve of her elegant shoulders. It contrasted startlingly with the green and set both colors ablaze, even in the dim light of his lab. Gemma, however, didn't take much notice as she was too busy shivering, the skin-tight clothing doing little to ward off the stony chill. She crossed her arms again to retain some heat, her skin erupting in to soft goosebumps and her dusky rose nipples tightening into hard little beads the pebbled against the soft cloth of her chemise.<br><br>The clothing morph had taken all of a few seconds before the curse had decided it had fulfilled one command and now wanted to move on to the next. Gemma had barely any time to register all of this; she was still hung up on his words. Suddenly her back stiffened and her arms dropped to her sides as she was forced to turn on her heel and, through the will of the curse, she began walking from the room. However that didn’t stop her from throwing a hurt and somewhat bewildered look over her slumped shoulder at Nathaniel. “I…I’m sorry. I didn’t realize…….I thought my clothes were...” she sighed and looked down, dejected. “I’ll just……..I’ll be in my room,” she said softly, the curse taking her through the door and up the stairs towards her tower.<br><br><div align="center">~~~</div><br>Normally when the curse took over, she thought about what had been said and what, precisely, the curse was going to make her do. But at the moment, she was actually grateful for the curse to take over and place her on autopilot; she used the time to think. She’d expected Nathaniel to give her a stern reprimand as he usually did then move on from the incident. However today he seemed far more angry than what the offense warranted - it was almost uncalled for, in her opinion! She bit her lip as she closed the door to her room. Maybe she should talk to him after she was done here?<br><br>The curse had her quickly go about her room and collect her meager belongings before placing them in a journeyman’s knapsack - her journal for notes, the book Nathaniel often had her study from, her fairy tales, some trinkets and hygienic items, things like that. It took her all of thirty minutes before she was done. She expected the curse to release her but it didn’t. Instead, it had her hands move to the cloak’s ties and undo them. She frowned and thought about what he had commanded her to do. Prepare for their journey (which she’d done), clothes that fit her body (also done) and to play with only herself. Not that she was a child anymore with dolls or something she could play with, but Nathaniel didn’t always think before he spoke. <br><br>So why then was she now naked as the day she was born and striding towards her bed…?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>28-04-2014, 01:29:55</strong>
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				Nathaniel did not precisely come out of his lust-filled haze. Rather, the often absent-minded man redirected it. His wealth, power, and access to magic had afforded him a few things over the years – one of those things included servants. It was a simple matter to summon one of the young girls to his room – a pull of a bell and the rather plain, homely thing came in, dark hair framing her pock-marked, dull-eyed face. Like most women of the times, she was poorly educated and worked for a few shillings a week, if that. Nathaniel had ensured his ward was well-educated (mostly to keep her mind occupied) and in the girl before him he saw her opposite.<br><br>A common girl, compared to the bright star that was his Gemma.<br><br>Lifting one of the few clearly labeled potions from its place high up, Nathaniel offered it to the girl. “If you want clear skin and to look pretty for a time, pretty enough to potentially attract a young lordling or prince, take this.”<br><br>The girl didn’t understand, but she understood there was a command in his words, so she took the vial and drank. The potion reacted almost instantaneously, turning the girl into a shadowy echo of Gemma – not red hair, brown, but a similar body. Clear, pale skin. Not quite as busty as the girl had become, but still incredibly attractive all the same.<br><br>“Now, turn around,” Nathaniel commanded the girl. Frightened and shaken by her transformation, the girl did not reply as she did as bade.<br><br>Sliding his hand down the girl’s plain dress, Nathaniel said – perhaps louder than he should, “Now then, my little Gemma, it’s time to give you a dose of the seed your body craves.”<br><br>“But I’m not..” the girl began.<br><br>Only to have Nathaniel clamp a hand around her mouth, bending her over in the process. Seeing the upturned ass, reminding him of the girl he’d raised – now so filled out – caused a surge of incomprehensible lust in the man. Suddenly, he had a new idea. A horrible, exotic, wicked idea. One involving the very seed that he wanted to pump out of his balls and into the girl before him.<br><br>What if he brewed his seed into a potion for Gemma? It would solve his ever-present concern about her growing up enough to leave him…<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astira</strong> on <strong>28-04-2014, 22:23:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://24.media.tumblr.com/cb3d74f27110c2b31636f6d75ff5b23f/tumblr_n3s3t31JiL1skt3v6o2_r1_250.png)</div><br>Gemma truly was as innocent as she looked. True, her education was extensive and vast, however one of the things that she was sorely lacking in was an education on sex and pleasures of the flesh. She understood the basics, like how a baby was created. But that was all. It was no one’s fault really…Gemma just <em>didn’t know</em> to ask about it and Nathaniel was perhaps either too busy or simply avoided it.<br><br>So when her warm, naked flesh connected with the cool, soft bedspread it was like a switch had been turned on inside her. Whether it was the curse or her body’s reaction to being so provocatively displayed on an innocent bed, Gemma was hardly aware. She felt suddenly warm and itched for something naughty, a touch or a whisper of words. Her brilliant red hair splayed out in a fan of fire on her stark-white pillow; it was slightly reminiscent of a halo.The tingling increased and Gemma bit her lip. What was happening to her? Why did she feel so warm and frustrated? She needed something - needed to move, to touch…surely that would solver this problem. Her arms spread from her sides, hands clutching the bedspread in a loose grip. She slowly dragged her right foot up so her knee was bent, then slid it back down while she dragged her left foot up in a mirror movement. Her rounded hips rolled and lifted, her torso gently twisting to and fro. Her back arched a little and her eyes fluttered closed. To any outsider, it would look as though an invisible lover was caressing every inch of her body. <br><br>She nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt her own right hand slide over a pert breast, cupping the full, soft orb before her other hand did the same to her other breast. They pushed her hefty bosom together, massaging and lifting them before allowing the flesh to jiggle back into place. When had they gotten so large? So sensitive? “What….what is happening?….Why….why am I so…oh!” her voice was breathless before she squeaked, her handd having a mind of their own as her fingers plucked at her nipples. The buds instantly pebbled as if they’d been waiting to be pinched this whole time. It hurt, but it was a good hurt. This confused Gemma further. These were new and completely foreign sensations that invaded her senses. Vaguely, she knew this was wrong. Vaguely, she knew this was the curse and not her doing these things. Vaguely she realized it had been Nathaniel’s thoughtless command. But that voice of reason was quickly diminishing to nothing more than a faint whisper as this nameless urge and desire continued to build into a roaring fire. “N-noooo….I…this is wr-wrong….but it feels…it feels…..”<br><br>Her voice turned from forming words to small utterances of need - whimpers and mewls. Her hands had trailed down her flat, snowy-white stomach, exploring each dip and curve until the fingers of her right hand combed gently through the coarse hairs of her sex. Well, not coarse - they were silken, she discovered…just thick and curled and a darker red than her hair. She had never touched herself anywhere near that area save for sanitation reasons. To be gently curling her fingers through the hairs, massaging the slightly puffy mound of her womanhood made her squeak and gasp, horror running through her veins as quickly as the unquenchable desire. She shakily shook her head against the force of the curse when her long, slender fingers slowly began to dip between her innocent lips…<br><br>“No…please…it’s…it’s dirty—ahhh!”<br><br>Her fingers had found that bundle of nerves sheltered between her perfect nether lips and Gemma’s logical, virtuous thoughts were silenced.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>29-04-2014, 05:52:47</strong>
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				The serving girl was skewered around his cock, her ass cheeks spreading to take in the oversized-width of Nathaniel’s (of course) alchemically enhanced cock. He drilled into her with a greedy, wild abandon. His seed was sterile – he’d made it so years ago, so he wouldn’t have offspring accidentally – and thus he saw no need to hold himself back. Squealing and squirming, the girl milked his manhood with muscles that were echoes of those his darling Gemma must possess. He’d designed the transformative potion that way, after all.<br><br>Nathaniel was normally a bastion of control, of incredible stamina – but the idea that he’d had even as he’d transformed this poor servant girl was one that aroused him and drove him to act. He took her fast and hard, sac slapping across her pelvis as he used her body for his pleasure, muscular male form rippling within his clothes – efficiently pounding her until he was on the precipice of his orgasm. <br><br>The poor thing was on the edge of her own second or third when he pulled out, grabbed his width and an empty vial, and angled the mouth toward it. He literally filled the wide vial with his seed, the white – oddly minty scented, yet still musky – stuff filling the vial.<br><br>Whimpering with unspent desire and an odd look of devotion in her eyes, the serving girl whispered, “More, sir?” Although Nathaniel was still aroused and half-erect and could have gone for seconds, he had no intention to do so. The idea had taken root. “No girl. You did well. Go. You can find a lord to tease and tempt. The potion should last for a few months – long enough for you to start a life. Before you leave, have your sister join the staff. She’s of age and you’ll be leaving a vacancy that I will need filled.”<br><br>The girl hesitated, but nodded, a few tears of relief, sadness, and hope in her eyes as she fled the room.<br><br>It didn’t take Nathaniel long to whip up the potion. A few drops of his seed and some eldritch chemicals, and then a few words. Not long after he was outside Gemma’s room, listening to startling sounds. Whispering a simple spell to activate an enchantment on the door, one that made it partially transparent, but only for him, he peered inside. Watching. Feeling his fascination and growing desire deepen. The potion in his hand suddenly felt even more perfect for what he intended. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astira</strong> on <strong>30-04-2014, 23:57:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://24.media.tumblr.com/cb3d74f27110c2b31636f6d75ff5b23f/tumblr_n3s3t31JiL1skt3v6o2_r1_250.png)</div><br>The minute her slender fingers touched the sensitive flesh, Gemma instantly jerked and arched her back off the bed, thrusting her breasts into the air as if she were a wanton nymph. Shockwaves seemed to travel from that point of contact through her bloodstream to fizzle at every nerve ending. Instantly, her body loved and craved it, but her mind told her it was dirty and wrong. She bit her lip and whimpered, her fingers hovering over the nub, trembling as if unsure whether or not to continue. In the end her body (and the curse) won out and she stroked the sensitive flesh again.<br><br>“Ah! Ooooohhhh….” Gemma’s wispy voice reverberated on the walls. She stroked again but this time, in a circle. She gasped sharper this time; something wet seemed to gush out of her and she dragged her fingers down, twirling them in the liquid before bringing her hand to her face and rubbing her thumb and forefinger. The substance was clear and mildly gooey - it was quite slippery and shone on her fingers like glistening dew. How very strange. It wasn’t what she <em>thought</em> it was…so what was it?<br><br>The curse seemed to take hold of her again as it forced the fingers back down to her nub and spread the liquid there, lathering her swollen clit before resuming the insistent caresses. Gemma was completely lost now - the substance made the friction so much more delicious and she squirmed and writhed beneath her own hands. The other set of fingers not busy between her legs moved to her breasts where she massaged and tweaked the flesh. Her neck arched, her back curved, her hips threw, her belly rolled, her toes curled…every sensation brought her closer to…<em>something</em>. And whatever that something was, she desperately wanted to reach it.<br><br>She threw her head back as the curse seemed to read her thoughts and forced her to play with her self faster and with more conviction. She squealed in a hoarse voice. Her eyes clenched shut but her mouth remained open, her pale pink lips plump and inviting from all the nibbling she’d been doing.<br><br>Within moments, Gemma knew that whatever point she had so desperately desired to reach had come as she felt something with the force and movement of a wave took her up and pushed her over the edge. She cried out, her voice loud and occasionally broken from the sheer force she used to expound her pleasure. She saw stars behind her lids, as she rode the wave until the bitter end. <br><br>Her hips slowly lowered and she attempted to close her splayed legs but they barley twitched in response, so she kept them spread. She was too shaky and weak after such an intense…whatever that was. Gemma pulled her hand from between her legs and looked at her fingers - they were covered in that same fluid though this time there was much, <em>much</em> more of it. Her eyes widened and she immediately felt dirty so she wiped them on her bedspread before tugging the cord beside her bed to ring for a servant to come and start a bath for her. She didn’t move from her position laying on the bed as she waited. Instead, she stretched out and secretly allowed herself to bask in the relaxed glow that overwhelmed her senses. She didn’t know precisely what happened…but since it DID happen, she may as well enjoy the last vestiges of it since it would probably never happen again…
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>01-05-2014, 09:44:26</strong>
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				The act was beautiful. Nathaniel couldn’t remember a moment more pure, more honest and innocent and indulgent ever in his long life. It was also the epitome of what he wanted with Gemma; lust without loss of brightness. Wickedness without maturing into a manipulator. He wanted his cake – to eat, own, and use. And part of that included protecting what was his, prizing it above all other things. <br><br>Gemma was Nathaniel’s most prized possession; he’d known that for years. It was even more significant now that he saw her in this light. Now that he suspected that the youthful lust that entwined so completely within him, the need to empty his seed repeatedly, might have a welcome home. <br><br>But no, she was still a child. His child in many ways.<br><br>At the sound of the ringing, Nathaniel smiled. It was a little wicked of him, he knew, but he could tell already that the nature of their relationship was changing, evolving. It was time to push boundaries, change limits, set new expectations. He’d just fucked a near copy of his own Gemma, hadn’t he?<br><br>So he opened the door.<br><br>“What do you need, my ward?” Nathaniel said, allowing his attention to obviously graze across his ward’s voluptuous, spent body. He showed no signs of discomfort at her nudity, made no remarks at all, as though there was nothing wrong with the way she was. The two of them had never discussed sex and Nathaniel had always kept his intercourse private – otherwise, however, Nathaniel never hid anything from her. He acted like he considered this moment quite natural as he searched out her eyes.<br><br>“I have something else for you for the trip,” he said, holding out a new flask. An addictive thing that included her protector’s semen.<br><br>A new chapter in their relationship indeed. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astira</strong> on <strong>11-05-2014, 06:50:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://24.media.tumblr.com/cb3d74f27110c2b31636f6d75ff5b23f/tumblr_n3s3t31JiL1skt3v6o2_r1_250.png)</div><br>Tendrils of sleep were just starting curl around her consciousness when the sound of a door opened and she heard the voice of her mentor, Nathaniel. <em>”What do you need my ward?</em><br><br>Gemma squealed and scrambled beneath her covers as quick as a frightened rabbit. She tugged them up to her chin and stared at him wide eyed. “N-N-Nathaniel! How…how long were you…did…did you…?” She was red as a summer strawberry, as she cleared her throat and tried to act normal. “Uh wh-“ her voice cracked and she blushed harder, clearing her throat yet again. “What….what did you bring me?” <br><br>She held the thick green comforter in a tight, white-knuckled grip as she stared at him. Had he heard anything? Or worse, had he <em>seen</em> anything? Well of course he saw at least a <em>glimpse</em> but…what of her antics? Had he witness that? Oh how humiliating and utterly…wrong! Dirty! He seemed to be acting normal, however, so perhaps he hadn’t seen or heard anything?<br><br>Nathaniel held out the vial of shimmering, pearly-white liquid and, nervous though she was, Gemma reached out a slender hand and took hold of it, careful not reveal too much of her skin. She looked at the container curiously, swirling it a little. “What is it?” She asked, bringing it to her nose and sniffing. She caught a whiff of mint and something else she couldn’t identify. Without waiting for an answer, Gemma scooted up on the bed, wrapping the blanket half-hazardly around herself leaving her collarbone and shoulders exposed and her wild locks tumbling around her then downed the liquid. <br><br>“Mmm! What was that?” She asked, licking her plump pink lips of the remnants before swiping a finger along the lip of the flask and popping it into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the digit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>15-05-2014, 01:06:01</strong>
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				It was, of course, a tincture to deliberately addict his ward to his seed. To bind her to him even more tightly than she currently was. He told himself that despite what he’d seen, it was not a doorway to sexual congress to a young woman who had, in many ways, been a daughter to him throughout the years. She was more than that, and less, in ways – he intended to use and shape her – but he couldn’t simply erase the years of care and education he’d given the girl. He’d wanted her smart, able to lead; as Queen, he’d need her to be self-sufficient when the time came. But also just a little less – reliant on him, her would-be King, or mentor, or whatever he ended up being when the time came. <br><br>Sexual dynamics weren’t part of his ultimate plan – not really. He’d recognized his growing attraction and physical needs and implemented outlets. Adding a sexual *element* to their relationship in the form of a physical need for his seed – well, that was just a smart way to ensure nothing happened. Right?<br><br>Smiling sweetly, Nathaniel said, “It’s a potion to help you adjust to the world abroad. You need not think too hard on it.” Moving to sit on the edge of the bed, perching close enough to weigh the covers down a bit, drawing them taut across her body, he rested a hand on her covered ankle. “You know you can talk to me about anything. You need not be ashamed or shy around me. I am your mentor. I’ve said it before and I will say it again, I am here to take care of you and protect you in every way. So long as you obey, you will never see me angry.” He realized he was absently caressing her ankle, realized he could still smell the sex he’d just been having – and his ward’s arousal all mixing. Recognized that he was becoming aroused again and stood slowly. “You can spend the night here, in your tower, if you want. Tomorrow morning we begin our journey. Do you have any questions?” He turned, searching her lovely face, “Anything you need help with before I retire?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astira</strong> on <strong>15-05-2014, 01:59:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://24.media.tumblr.com/cb3d74f27110c2b31636f6d75ff5b23f/tumblr_n3s3t31JiL1skt3v6o2_r1_250.png)</div>Nathaniel gave her a smile and instantly Gemma returned it. Of course the potion was to help her adjust - what else would it have been? He was so good to her, always thinking of her. She nodded and set the flask on her bedside table, still clutching the blankets to her. She watched as he moved around the bed and sat down, holding the blankets tighter as they pulled taut and threatened to escape her clutches. <br><br>But when he spoke, Gemma felt suddenly foolish at her reaction. Foolish and ashamed at herself. This was Nathaniel, he was like a father to her! He <em>was</em> a father to her! He was right, why should she be embarrassed around him? He’d given her no cause to be, nor had he ever suggested that there was anything wrong with being naked or doing…other things. She'd seen him shirtless a few times so she supposed the same could go for her. She flushed with shame and allowed the covers to pull down from her grasp before she sat up in bed. The blankets fell down her chest and revealed the swells of her large breasts. He said it was natural, that she didn’t need to be shy or ashamed…and she believed him. In all honesty, it was almost a relief to her - she liked being naked - there was something freeing about it. <br><br>Nathaniel reassured her of his desire to protect and care for her and Gemma beamed at him, nodding as he stood up and absently drawing her knees to her chest before wrapping her arms around them and laying her head on top. Her breasts bulged out of the gaps between her sides and her arms. “Thank you, Nathaniel. I’m sorry…I just…I wasn’t sure…I think you startled me mostly. You can be so quiet sometimes!” she giggled.<br><br><em>”Do you have any questions? Anything you need help with before I retire?”</em><br><br>Gemma bit her plump bottom lip in a cute, childish way as she thought, her little pink tongue laving the silken skin with attention. “Umm…” her eyes absently wandered to her diamond-paned window and for a split second, they widened a little when she saw the dark thunderclouds overhead. She didn’t like thunderstorms. They scared her. Shaking herself, she looked back at Nathaniel. “Umm, I don’t think so. Not at the moment, anyway.” Then she opened her arms and sat up a little straighter and thrust her breasts out, still smiling. “Can I have a hug before you go to bed? I loved my name-day gift!” She grinned, holding her arms out and waiting for him to embrace her where she sat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>16-05-2014, 11:12:19</strong>
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				Nathaniel was almost reluctant to give his ward what she so desperately needed. Looking her over, feeling the rising surge of his desire, it was all he could do to keep from choking when she just….let the blanket fall. With effort – a near total mastery of will on par with mastering the magical arts – he kept his features warm and supportive as his essentially adopted daughter bared her impressive assets for him and requested a hug. <br><br>He gave it, warm, muscular, manly body against hers, the cloth of his shirt catching and rubbing across the poor girl’s nipples – probably so sensitive after her earlier display. His arms were strong and big and felt like they could carry the weight of the world, protect her from everything. Against Nathaniel was the safest, best place to be.<br><br>Unfortunately, he couldn’t maintain the hold for long, not and behave. Gently breaking the hug, feeling a mixture of relief and regret, Nathaniel murmured absently – not thinking – “If you have any need of me at all, come. I am here for you.” He smiled, still not quite focused, as he turned away and left the room, taking his rich, musky scent with it. Closing the door behind him, Nathaniel quickly made his way across the castle grounds and to his private chambers to prepare for his half of the trip, not thinking about the inclement storm or the command he’d just given her.<br><br>All he was doing now was trying to avoid the mental image of her breasts folded around his manhood, her adorably innocent face looking up at him with earnest….no! Stop!<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astira</strong> on <strong>16-05-2014, 23:51:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://24.media.tumblr.com/cb3d74f27110c2b31636f6d75ff5b23f/tumblr_n3s3t31JiL1skt3v6o2_r1_250.png)</div><br>When he leaned down to fulfill her request, Gemma wrapped her arms around him and hugged him nearly hard enough to bring him toppling on to the bed with her. He was much larger than she and she struggled to not lose her grip. Her breasts felt the nice softness of his shirt and she nearly purred, their sensitivity still heightened somewhat from her escapades.<br><br>“Mmmm, thank you!” She said delightedly, sneaking a kiss on his stubbled cheek as he pulled away. She was reluctant to let him go - hugging Nathaniel always made her feel at home where she was safe and secure. Where nothing and no one could touch her. He was just like this fortress - impenetrable and protective. She bit her lip and sat back as he straightened up. She watched him, her head cocking cutely to the side as he spoke. She nodded her thanks before snuggling underneath the blankets, the chill from the stony room starting to get to her.<br><br>“Thanks Nathaniel. G’night!” She said with a yawn. It wasn’t that late yet, but the sleepless night she’d had coupled with her excitement at their journey, the preparations and her earlier episode just before Nathaniel had come in made her quite tired.<br><br>He closed the door, and her eyes fluttered closed.<br><br><hr><br><em>BOOM!</em><br><br>Gemma shrieked and sat up in bed faster than a striking viper. She was breathing hard and felt her nerves utterly frayed as adrenaline burned through her veins. She looked out the window and saw that it was not only pitch black now, but rain was pelting the glass like tiny icicles, creating a loud noise. The water flowed down, creating inky-looking stains on the surface of the glass. Gemma bit her lip.<br><br>A flash and another <em>BOOM!</em>.<br><br>The girl squealed and immediately brought the blankets over her head and grabbed the extra pillows, tossing them on top to try and muffled the sound. She hated storms so much - the noise was terrible and made her think of dark things that went bump in the night. Her breathing increased and she trembled a little, praying it would stop soon. <br><br>“It’s okay…it’s just weather. It’s natural. Everything is all right. Nathaniel wouldn’t want me scared-EEK!”<br><br>There was another crash and Gemma shook her head. This wasn’t going to work. She wasn’t going to sleep. She threw off the covers and looked around for a means to distract herself. Then suddenly, her curse seemed to nudge her towards Nathaniel. Instantly she perked up. That was perfect! He would comfort and protect her. She could sleep in his embrace easily. It was a wonderful idea.<br><br>Swinging her slender legs over the side of her bed, she grabbed the cloak he’d given her and threw it on so it became a simple robe she could use to ward off the chill. Another flash and crack of thunder prompted Gemma to yelp and scurry out the door towards Nathaniel’s quarters across the castle. <br><br>Never in her life had she gotten there so quickly. Silent as she could, she opened the heavy door to his room and slipped inside, tugging it closed behind her. His room was much larger than hers and there was the smoldering remnants of a fire in the hearth. He must’ve gone to bed some time ago. She looked at his bed and saw he indeed was lying on his back, his chest rising and falling in a steady motion to indicate he was asleep. Gemma bit her lip in hesitation. She didn’t want to wake him - he looked so peaceful…<br><br>Flash! Boom!<br><br>She made a soft noise at the back of her throat and hurried forward, her decision made. Shrugging off her cloak and dropping it to the floor, Gemma’s feet padded softly up to the edge of the massive bed. As careful and quietly as she could, she lightly drew back the covers when something made her pause. A large bump was seen near Nathaniel’s hips. At first she thought it might be his hands, but she didn’t think his hands could go that low. Lightly climbing in to the bed and beneath the covers, Gemma scooted herself as close to him as she could without touching just yet. Her head cocked to the side, eyes wide with wonderment. Was he okay? Did something ail him?<br><br>Keeping an eye on him to make sure she didn’t wake him, The young girl reached forward and gently touched the lump. It was warm, hard and rigid yet malleable…almost soft. She furrowed her brows and cocked her head to the other side like a puppy inspecting something rather simple to us but fascinating to her. She let her fingertips rub it, wondering if this…<em>thing</em> was a part of him or…what….<br><br>Her touch was so soft, so light that he might not have woken. So she got up on her knees and inched closer to inspect. She hoped he was okay. While she didn’t want him to be sick or hurt, she was anxious to be on the road tomorrow. Would this prevent that? By now, Gemma was positioned on her knees at Nathaniel’s left hip, her body bare as she leaned over and looked at the mass. Her head was only a foot or so above it, the light too dim and making it hard to see. She brought her other hand up tentatively, deciding to see if she could lift it….<br><br>The storm was now all but forgotten…for the moment, anyway….
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>20-05-2014, 00:36:03</strong>
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				The storm did not wake Nathaniel for a simple reason: he was not within his body. Free of the restraints of his flesh, his spirit spiraled out, along the winds of the storm. It was wonderful, having the magical power to escape his fleshly limitations. The spell of spirit walking had been one he’d mastered a few years before he’d learned to make himself relatively youthful again, and had been his primary method of obtaining information ever since. It was also one of the few joys that carried over from his old life into the new.<br><br>Spiraling out, away from the castle and the spires that were his, Nathaniel swam currents of wind effortlessly to scout out their path for the morning. He saw where flood waters would overrun the bridge that he’d intended to take them – that would force a harsh detour through unsafe lands, near a rather seedy-looking tavern that was probably frequented by a mixture of slavers, bandits, and warlocks – but it was their best choice. He judged that exposing his ward to such a place early on might be a good idea. Tempering her was a substantial part of why he wanted to make this trip. That, and finding new ways to manipulate her rather unique curse, of course.<br><br>His spiritual absence from his body also explained his utter lack of reaction to Gemma’s entrance and subsequent exploration of his body. Naturally, given his ability to sculpt his body, Nathaniel had a rather substantial manhood, uncut and pulsing with warmth and vitality. Having imbibed the potion earlier, the scent arising from that hard length might be far more palatable than normal, for within it was the very nectar that the girl’s body was destined to so desperately crave. <br><br>As far as the rest of him, Nathaniel was utterly still, lips moving in a mumble to maintain the spell. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astira</strong> on <strong>20-05-2014, 01:44:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://24.media.tumblr.com/cb3d74f27110c2b31636f6d75ff5b23f/tumblr_n3s3t31JiL1skt3v6o2_r1_250.png)</div><br>Gemma nearly jumped out of her skin when the lump twitched and she released it like a hot potato. She squeaked then looked at Nathaniel, biting her lower lip in fear that she’d wake him. He didn’t stir and she sighed in relief. Her eyes turned back to his groin and she cocked her head. Deciding it couldn’t hurt, Gemma hesitantly took the blanket draped over his hips and slowly pulled it away. <br><br>Instantly, two things happened. The first was that a delicious smell rose to her nostrils making her mouth water just a little - it was fresh and minty, reminding her of the ice-cold mint tea Nathaniel made specially for her in the summer to cool the both of them down. It was intoxicating and she suddenly wished with desperation that she had some.<br><br>The second thing was, upon gazing where the lump had been, Gemma saw that what made it was, in fact, a large fleshy appendage. The blanket fell deftly from her hand as she stared in shock. It was his penis. But it wasn’t like the ones she’d seen in her anatomy books. His <em>had</em> to have been as large as her forearm, thick and veiny with a wide head that reached past his navel. It was strange as most of the penises she’d seen were limp and hanging between a man’s legs, but Nathaniel’s looked solid and even seemed to be growing a little larger as her warm breath flowed over it. <br><br>The red-headed girl stared with wonder and fascination at the beast that lay seemingly innocent in a nest of curls between his thighs. She didn’t realize how much hair Nathaniel had down there and giggled a little, one of her fingers reaching out to twirl in the wiry curls. Then she gasped. Below his appendage were enormous sacs the size of her fist that seemed to pulse and churn with…something. His testicles, she assumed. Her eyes dragged back up his length, noting the skin that seemed to stretch around whatever made him so big. Was this supposed to fit in a woman? Surely not! It looked capable of splitting a woman in half! At the very least she knew it’d never fit in HER, she was very small and tight down there, barley large enough for her own finger let alone something like that. Did all men have penises this big? Well, now she had questions. Why wasn’t he awake yet? There was a bright flash and a huge boom that instantly brought Gemma back to reality and she squealed next to him. AND it was storming…he knew she hated storms! So why didn’t he wake up? She shook Nathaniel, but got no response. <br><br>“N-Nathaniel?” she tried, tapping him. The movement made his penis quiver a little and it drew her attention back. She really WAS curious about it. And he did say not to be shy, that he’d help her in any way he could…didn’t that mean that she could help herself as well?<br><br>Eyeing the window for any more lightning, Gemma carefully shimmed around so she was straddling his thighs. Carefully she raised it with both hands and was surprised to find it both silky smooth and heavy “Ohhh!” she breathed, peering at the shaft. Her hands absently caressed his turgid flesh and she thought she felt him pulse. Instantly that heavenly smell grew stronger and she paused in her curiosity. Was that smell coming from him? She leaned down, her nose nearly touching his flesh and realized that yes, it was…and not only that, but it reminded her of the potion he’d given her earlier that evening. Had that come from his penis? The thought made her squirm, partially in disgust and partially in bewilderment. Surely Nathaniel wouldn’t do something so…gross, would he? It made her suddenly angry and annoyed if he DID do that. She wasn’t one to seek revenge on people or be a petulant child, but at the moment, she was sore against Nathaniel and wanted to pay him back. She stroked him a bit more, his flesh growing hotter and redder in her hand. Instantly that smell grew stronger and Gemma gasped. Something in her craved that taste, that smell and as if in response, her brain put two and two together even if she didn’t realize it. She stroked him a bit more and saw a pearly-white liquid beading at his tip. Grinning both in delight and deviousness, Gemma leaned swiped her finger across the head and immediately brought it to her lips. She tasted the liquid and found that it was a concentrated mix of the potion she’d had earlier. “Mmmmm,” she groaned in pleasure, her tastebuds exploding in delight at the tastes. <br><br>This made her feel daring. Since he wasn’t awake to tell her, and she wanted to see if a penis this large could fit inside her or if she’d be doomed to turn in to an old maid, Gemma took matters into her own hands (literally). And so, moving her groin as close to his penis as possible, the hairs of his crotch mingling with the hairs of hers, she planted herself over his penis and lifted it to meet the lips of her sex. She quickly realized that she’d have to raise herself much higher on her knees, given it’s length, and so she did just that. Carefully, Gemma raised his thick appendage to her sweet, untouched lips, the head grazing her labia and nudging them apart. Unexpectedly, his head nudged that bundle of nerves she’d been playing with before and she gasped, twitching a little. He felt hot against her, the wet friction that was born of that liquid she’d tasted utterly amazing against the bead of flesh between her lips. Instinct took over and she began rubbing the head of his penis against that spot a bit more firmly, wanting that friction back. She gasped and rolled her head back. Was this sex? Was this how a baby was created? She could deal with this, she thought….maybe even Nathaniel would teach her…help her even….who better to learn from then your guardian and father?<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>20-05-2014, 02:14:07</strong>
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				Freedom felt more than good tonight; it had a warmth to it that reminded Nathaniel’s disembodied spirit of his burgeoning feelings toward his ward. Gemma was growing up, filling in, and although he wanted to control her – more and more he was coming to realize just how deep the sexual bond between the two of them had to be in order for his plans to work. She had to want more than to simply have sex with him: he needed a level of devotion that went far beyond mindless slavery. No, the girl had to need it, and she had to feel that the need was right and came within *her*. Moreover, he couldn’t just attach it to a spell or an addition. A magic-breaker or a real witch could shatter those bonds and, perhaps, even reverse them, resulting in Gemma waking up and realizing just what her Guardian had done to her. <br><br>No, with magic he could only do so much. He had to plant seeds, grow the garden. The magical addiction was one step, but eventually he’d need to remove that himself – let the girl stand on her own two feet, as it were, in terms of their relationship. To make matters more complex, he needed her to be a true Queen and not a puppet – there was no way he would be able to take a role in the kingdom, one that would ultimately grant him access to the magics and influence he so desperately desired – if everyone saw him as the villain. Thus, there had to be strength, and lust, and love all mixed in together.<br><br>But how? How to build that bridge? He considered the ideas in his far-away state, feeling his desire growing and growing without understanding why. Normally his flying mind was entirely separate from any emotions or lust his physiology might induce. Now, however, the lust was granting him a special clarity: the key was to plant the seeds of lust into the girl’s mind, deep within – so her imagination, her dreams, her subconscious – would naturally come to him, draw her waking thoughts in line. Addiction first. Plant the seeds. And then grow the girl’s very mind into something utterly devoted to Nathaniel’s seed. <br><br>Yes, that was the…<br><br>Sensation burned through his body, not a warning but something equally poignant. His spiritual self sped back to his room in an instant, darkness dispelled by the way his spirit was able to observe the world.<br><br>And there was Gemma, stroking his cock against her cleft, clearly aroused and fascinated. His body had responded, rewarded her with a few pearls, but was otherwise still. Considering the situation, Nathaniel’s spirit wondered what steps to take next, how to use this situation to his advantage. By initiating things, Gemma had actually done him a great service: it was *she* planting these seeds, and not him. He’d nudged, she’d come running. Ah, bless that Curse that gave him such a wonderful hand up.<br><br>Sadly, there were relatively few spells he could work in this disembodied state, almost all of them mental. Nudging his body a bit, doing his best to remain disconnected – and that was growing ever more difficult – Nathaniel managed to roll his hips, just slightly. This brought the fat, plumb-sized head of his cock down as the girl arched, sending the velvet tip not against her nub, but down her slit. The width slid across her creamy entrance and the tip nuzzled over her ass and down the length of her, caressing every – single – inch. But it was just a slight motion. Encouragement. <br><br>Let the girl deepen the seeds she’d planted while he considered what he should do next. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astira</strong> on <strong>20-05-2014, 02:49:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://24.media.tumblr.com/cb3d74f27110c2b31636f6d75ff5b23f/tumblr_n3s3t31JiL1skt3v6o2_r1_250.png)</div><br>Gemma began moving her hips just a little bit. Her body took over what her mind didn’t know what to do with and that helped her stimulation a great deal. Gently, in unhurried movements she raised herself up on her knees, bringing his cock with her movements and pressing it against her clit. She gasped and repeated the movement over and over. Her back was arched, her heavy, pert breasts thrust out in front of her like to orbs on her chest. “Oooh…ooh my….” She sighed.<br><br>Then suddenly, something that was NOT her moved and forced his cock over her slit, now wet from her arousal, in an agonizingly slow manner. It didn’t slip away but rather she had brought her hips down at the same time and the pressure nearly forced his cock between her lips, but since she was moving forward, his cock moved back and went between the cleft of her ass, leaving a gooey trail of that pearly white liquid in it’s wake. A small, startled cry of surprise and pleasure left her plump pink lips and Gemma froze, staring at Nathaniel in apprehension as she was sure he would wake up.<br><br>He didn’t.<br><br>Gemma’s jaw dropped - but hadn’t he…? Didn’t he…? Well SHE certainly hadn’t moved his hips! Was he doing it unconsciously? Had she pulled a reaction from him? Was this…encouragement? Gemma remained still, his cock nestled between her plump ass cheeks like a cocoon. She was torn between incredulity and pleasure that something so, well…dirty could be so deliciously enjoyable. She wondered if men put their cocks in women’s asses…it was another hole and so to Gemma, it seemed perfectly plausible. If there was a hole, couldn’t a cock fill it? She made a mental note to ask Nathaniel about that later.<br><br>Gemma raised herself up again, keeping her eyes on Nathaniel and pulled his cock back to stand in front of her. She let it flop on her belly and giggled - it looked so huge against her belly, so red compared to her snow-white skin. Had it grown bigger? Could he do that? Make his cock bigger? She had so many questions and desperately wished he would wake up so she could ask him.<br><br>Smiling delightedly, Gemma stayed arched over his groin with his cock resting on her stomach and nearly brushing the bottoms of her breasts. She brought her hand up and stroked it again, finding that the loose skin wasn’t so loose anymore, but it allowed her to caress him with a bit more ease. “Hello there…my my, you are big. I wonder if you would fit inside me,” she giggled at herself, talking to his cock as if it were her favorite pet. She stroked it some more and the scent of mint filled her nose once more, making her yearn for more of that taste. “Mmm, you smell so good! Would you mind if I tasted you?” She felt ridiculous talking to his cock, but since she could talk to Nathaniel, this was her alternative.<br><br>Shimmying down a bit so she could lean over his cock comfortably, Gemma didn’t even hesitate as she brought her mouth over the tip and sucked the hole where the white stuff came from, hoping it would come through like a straw in liquid. Her small mouth would be hot and wet, stretching wide to fit around the girth of his head. She moaned and closed her eyes as the taste hit her tongue. Gods, it was so good! She wanted more! She didn’t eve stop to consider that this was coming out of the same place her relieved himself. It didn’t matter to her. It tasted delicious and satisfied her in ways no drink ever could.<br><br>Suddenly there was a flash and another loud boom, and Gemma immediately yanked her head back, a string of saliva and the white liquid dribbling down her chin a little but she didn’t noticed. She yelped in fright and, unable to think what else to do, buried her head in his groin, desiring to block her view of the scary storm. Her hair fell around her in a curtain, soft tendrils tickling his cock as she hid her face next to his cock.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>20-05-2014, 03:10:29</strong>
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				Between the direct contact with his cock and the thunder, Nathaniel could no longer keep his spirit separate from his body; a need so dire, so explicit that it could not be contained raged through him with all the fury of a wildfire. It roiled through him, nearly consuming all thought – his eyes *snapped* open almost audibly and his hand uncurled, so strong, thick callouses eager to grip and take and…<br><br>She was like a daughter to him. Gemma had been exploring. Seeds. The thoughts flitted through his mind in a matter of instants, as much impulses and feelings as cogent, organized concepts. He had to protect this moment and *guide* her, not abuse her. The process of making her forget such abuse was not beyond him, but it could be indelicate, loosening the mind for hours, if not days. <br><br>Thus that outstretched hand came to rest on Gemma’s head, stroking firmly, pulling, coaxing the girl up, closer. “Gemma, what’s going on?” Nathaniel asked, voice soft – dreamy but sober and husky with desire. “I’m very hard and you’re fairly naked from the feeling of things.” To accentuate his comment, Nathaniel literally reached out and down, between her thighs, fingers caressing, coaxing, from tiniest hole all the way up to her clit, then across her abdomen and beneath her breasts. “Were you doing something while I was asleep?” There was a hint of reprimand in his voice; implicit threat if she were to lie to him at this juncture.<br><br>Sniffing, as though just now noticing the arousal in the air, he asked, “And what’s that on your face? Babygirl, you have some explaining to do.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astira</strong> on <strong>21-05-2014, 02:26:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://24.media.tumblr.com/cb3d74f27110c2b31636f6d75ff5b23f/tumblr_n3s3t31JiL1skt3v6o2_r1_250.png)</div><br>Gemma remained huddled in a small ball, her eyes clenched shut as she tried to drown out the thunder by thinking of anything but the fear she felt. She didn’t know why something seemingly so simple scared her so much - she supposed it was the loud noise combined with such unnaturally bright light. Not things she saw in her everyday life. Oh, why wouldn’t Nathaniel wake up! She desperately wished he would so that he could hold her and comfort her like he used to when she was young.<br><br>Her exploring took a backseat to her nerves.<br><br>Gemma nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt a large hand gently come to rest on her head, long fingers curling into her luscious red locks. Her head tilted up to look hesitantly at, who could only be, Nathaniel. <em>”Gemma, what’s going on?”</em> she sat up a little more at his low tenor, the sound bringing warmth to her blood only her nurturer and protector could bring. <br><br><em>”I’m very hard and you’re fairly naked from the feeling of things.</em> Now sitting up, she stared at him, cocking her head like an inquisitive puppy. Hard? What did he mean hard? She didn’t understand. And of course she was naked, did he expect-OH! Gemma’s thought process was abruptly interrupted when he swiped between her ass cheeks from her puckered hole to her bundle of nerves she’d toyed with earlier. She squealed, raising up instinctively following the movement of his finger. Her hips arched as he dragged it over her lower abdomen, her belly quivered as he moved over her skin there, <br><br>“N-Nathaniel?” She questioned, unsure what he was doing or why he had done that. All at once she felt like she was in trouble, that what he’d done was somehow wrong…even though she liked it. It felt…good. So naturally, she looked inquisitively at the man whom always answered her questions. But he didn’t reply. <br><br><em>“Were you doing something while I was asleep? And what’s that on your face…?”</em><br><br>Uh oh. Gemma froze and stared at him. Had he actually been awake while she was touching him? Was what she’d done wrong? Either way, she knew she was in trouble just by the slight tone he bore - she had known that tone since she was a child. She SHOULD have, then, known better than to lie…but in that moment, she felt compelled to shake her head and deny anything.<br><br>She quickly wiped remnants of the delicious liquid from her mouth and chin, wiping it on her leg before resting her hands in her lap. She blushed red as she fiddled with her hands in her lap. “I…I…” she cleared her throat. “I was frightened. It’s the storm…I h-hate them, remember?” she stammered. “I…I came in to…to cuddle with you ‘cause…’cause I feel safe with you. You’d protect me. I crawled on your bed but then there was thunder and I got scared and I hid my face…” She bit her lower lip as she sat on her knees still situated next to his hip, fidgeting and looking even younger than she already was. <br><br>It wasn’t a total lie…just not the entire truth. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>21-05-2014, 03:09:41</strong>
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				“Gemma,” Nathaniel’s voice dropped, hardening with the surety of unmoving stone. A hand around her shoulder pulled her up and across his lap, just below his rampant cock, pulling her ass into view. Lightning and thunder crashed, eliciting more quivering terror from the girl, but Nathaniel’s grasp was as iron.<br><br>“Withholding the full truth is the same as lying when it comes to me. Others, you can be flexible. But never, ever, with me.” He brought his wide palm down, his big paw big enough to span nearly both of the petite girl’s cheeks. The impact sent ripples of heat, contact, and a little pain radiating from where he struck – just across the meaty part a few inches above where her thighs ended. <br><br>“You’ve clearly been toying with my body while I was sleep walking,” he said, clearly, not bothering to illustrate what he meant. Another impact. And then another – none hard, and each time in a different place, or on a different cheek, but the blows continued. “Now you must explain yourself and deal with the consequences.” Down his hand came. This time, after the impact, he reached between her upturned ass cheeks and burrowed a finger against her, fingertip brushing her puckered, tiniest hole before nearing her salivating entrance. <br><br>“And you’ve made your body very excited,” he murmured, finger slipping down the slide she’d been toying with, finding that little treasure that she’d rubbed herself against. And then her protector applied neat, direct pressure against it. Firmly, quite firmly. “Now, will you tell me everything like a good girl, or shall I have to punish you further?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astira</strong> on <strong>21-05-2014, 03:39:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://24.media.tumblr.com/cb3d74f27110c2b31636f6d75ff5b23f/tumblr_n3s3t31JiL1skt3v6o2_r1_250.png)</div><br>Gemma looked at Nathaniel through her lashes, unintentionally leaning back at the way he said her name - oh she was in trouble. She hated that voice he got when she did something wrong - it was almost like a physical feeling or…something. She tried to move surreptitiously away but his hand caught hold of her slender shoulder and with more strength then he looked like he had, he yanked her forward (not too hard) and she grunted as she fell across his lap, arms trapped between the bed and her breasts, forcing the flesh to bulge out. He kept her there firmly despite her squirming. She shook her head, having a feeling she knew what was coming. He hadn’t spanked her in a long time and she felt like a child - well she wasn’t a child! She was grown up! Her wide eyes looked at Nathaniel both imploringly and with annoyance but before she could voice this, thunder rumbled and she jolted, trembling. Damn the weather.<br><br>He spoke, chastising her then brought his hand down in the first blow. Her cheeks jiggled and Gemma squeaked, instinctively clenching together at first but she forced herself to relax, knowing it would hurt more if she remained tense. “N-Nathaniel!” she whined a little, but he didn’t listen as he continued. <br><br><em>”You’ve clearly been toying with my body while I was sleep walking,”</em> She shook her head, straining to look at him but another blow struck and she yelped. No! That wasn’t true! She wasn’t even sure what toying meant! She was exploring and-...she squeaked as his hand came down once more. The pain was sharp and stinging, but not overly so; he spoke again, imploring her to explain herself. The curse reacted and she spoke the truth…but the curse was blunt to the point that he might not read between the lines. “I-I didn’t…I w-wasn’t toying!” In truth, she hadn’t - she was exploring and trying to understand things she didn’t know about. She felt him brush her tiny hold before going near the place she felt warm, wet even…but she thought it was by accident. “N-Nathaniel!” she pleaded. This felt wrong…it wasn’t innocent anymore somehow. But some part of her kind of…liked it. She stuffed that down and focused.<br><br>Either he didn’t hear or he chose to ignore her for he murmured something she couldn’t hear. Her toes curled with anxiety, wondering what he was doing when suddenly she felt his finger flick against that special spot she discovered the previous day. She squeaked and whimpered, her hands tightening their grip on his blankets and she immediately clenched her legs shut. She shook her head, not realizing he had spoken once more, asking if she would tell him everything…
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>21-05-2014, 03:53:48</strong>
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				The answer Gemma gave was obviously not the one her protector had anticipated hearing. His frown was almost audible in the dark room, coalescing into a stormcloud that mixed lust and violent need to assert his power, his authority. She was *his* and she would *obey* him. And if she was so eager to conceal the absolute truth, the truth that he had *witnessed* from him, then it was time to reassert his position.<br><br>“You were doing something. Touching me without asking permission. Experimenting without my guidance. And you know how I feel about that.” His words were harsh, low, a growl filtering through them that allowed the girl no room to argue or debate. His hand in her hair was suddenly a curled fist right next to her scalp – not pulling strands from the roots, but maneuvering her. <br><br>She went back – he forced her to change position, angling her hips up, along him, even as he rolled her cheek across the length she’d been exploring only a few minutes ago. “First, you will understand that what is inside me is *very* good for you, but only if you are also a good girl.” He rolled the fat head across her lips, forcing her to feel the pulsing length against her face. While he was angry the scent of his arousal was even greater than before; he pulsed and throbbed and that addictive stuff deep within him practically called for the girl’s growing addiction.<br><br>“Tell me you will be my good girl,” he commanded, not even thinking about the curse, just reacting on instinct to what he saw as utter disobedience. “Tell me so I can reward you and show you what you did wrong.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astira</strong> on <strong>21-05-2014, 04:07:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://24.media.tumblr.com/cb3d74f27110c2b31636f6d75ff5b23f/tumblr_n3s3t31JiL1skt3v6o2_r1_250.png)</div><br><em>“You were doing something. Touching me without asking permission. Experimenting without my guidance. And you know how I feel about that.”</em><br><br>Gemma was practically trembling with fear…not fear as in terror but fear as in respect for a parent. She tried to shake her head. “I do, but- eek!” She whimpered again as he took a firm grip in her hair, not pulling it but it still hurt. Her bottom lip quivered a little, though she wasn’t crying. Not yet, anyway. She made to pull her arm out from under her but he held her firmly there. “P-please! I p-promise I won’t d-do it again!” she choked. Nathaniel sounded so scary. <br><br>Her wide green eyes soon looked at him as he guided her back and turned her head forcefully to face him. Then her eyes fell on his penis. She gasped, eyes widening even more if possible. “Wh-wh-what are you d-oing?” she breathed. That was a mistake - there was that intoxicating smell again. It made her mouth water and her eyes fluttered shut as a soft groan left her throat. Her nipples tightened, her belly quivered and she felt goosebumps rise on her overly-sensitive flesh. Reactively, she clenched her thighs shut tighter, needing some kind of pressure there to relieve the ache she suddenly felt. What was going on?<br><br>Nathaniel said something about needing what was inside him and while she didn’t quite understand what that meant, she DID know that she needed that white stuff. Was that what he meant? With his other hand, he hefted his cock and pushed the head against and across her lips. She whimpered, feeling out hot it was, how it seemed to quiver in the same anticipation she felt to have the liquid on her tongue. Dare she peak her tongue out to lap it up?<br><br><em>“Tell me you will be my good girl. Tell me so I can reward you and show you what you did wrong.”</em><br><br>Without pausing, the curse kicked in to gear and Gemma’s mouth opened. “I’ll be your good girl, Nathaniel. Only yours. I promise. <em>Please</em> show me what I did wrong!” her voice was slightly high-pitched and soft, but pleading as she gave him what could only be described as a whipped-puppy look…<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>21-05-2014, 04:18:55</strong>
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				“Open up,” he said simply and grabbed his ward’s head, adjusting her until the head of his cock filled her mouth, preventing further speech. Not fucking her face; just resting the velvet head with its precious treasure inside, throbbing with warmth and delightful temptation. <br><br>Settling himself a bit, adjusting his arms and back until he was propped up on several pillows and able to look down and see the silhouette of the girl, Nathaniel continued, “Now then, here are the facts. When you come to me to have a dose of what you need, you must always follow through until you get *all* of what’s inside, not just a few drops.” He arched a bit, letting her feel his fullness swell her jaws apart.<br><br>Reaching down to her clenched thighs, he forced his hand between them, finger burrowing. One fingertip went to her too-tight ass and down, collecting lubrication before pressing that same tip – firmly, but with patience – inside her tightest hole. “Second, you should be aware that because I am able to cast spells, my juices are particularly potent. Inside you – there’s a good chance they will interact with the curse, or with the magic you’ve been around so long. Your body may even feed off of it. It’s a side-effect of our special relationship and regard for each other.” This was a partial lie; in truth, Nathaniel had decided that one aspect of the addiction should be some sort of punishment/reward system. <br><br>“Now then, you will lick and suck, while I continue to educate you about your body.” And, so saying, he began working his fingertip in deeper, pushing against her natural resistance. “Inside your ass, you’ll feel things more powerfully.” Reaching down to Gemma’s thigh, where she’d wiped some of his residue earlier, Nathaniel smeared it near his probing finger, then withdrew the finger and rolled the tiny dollop down, pushing it into her ass. “See, now, how does that feel?” he asked, curious just how deeply his potion had taken root. Still considering what form of additional incentive he should “curse” the girl with. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astira</strong> on <strong>21-05-2014, 06:45:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://24.media.tumblr.com/cb3d74f27110c2b31636f6d75ff5b23f/tumblr_n3s3t31JiL1skt3v6o2_r1_250.png)</div><br>Sometimes Gemma really hated the curse, especially when it forced her to say or do things she didn't want. Like right now...it wasn't that she didn't WANT to be a good girl for Nathaniel, she was just in a sour mood. Too late now though. She stared at his...his massive penis and suddenly she was nervous, second guessing what she’d done earlier. What on earth had compelled her to explore his body? <em>Especially</em> without his consent? Somehow it was strange seeing him naked…she almost felt it was inappropriate. HER being naked was okay, she thought, but him? He had said not to be shy or ashamed, but that didn't technically translate to "it's okay to touch someone's body not your own". And the more she thought about it, the more she got to thinking that maybe this wasn't right. Nathaniel was essentially a father to her...did fathers let their little girls touch, play with and NEED their…their penises? The person who raised her and loved her...who bandaged scraped knees and kissed boo-boos? If not, then why did she like it so much? Why did she want that white stuff that came out of that little hole so badly? Was it wrong? Or was it natural?<br><br>Suddenly he spoke a command and though she tried to resist, the curse forced her mouth open (wide!) and the tip of his penis went inside. <br><br>“Mmrrph!” Gemma squeaked but it was muffled by the meat in her mouth. <br><br>Despite her thoughts, she couldn't help but enjoy the taste her tongue was immediately greeted with; that minty, creamy taste. Mouth full, Gemma's eyes darted to Nathaniel's and she listened carefully. He'd said this was a lesson of sorts and Gemma DID love learning. So she pushed her anxious thoughts to the back of her mind and forced the adrenaline that came with being frightened of both the storm and him to the back of her mind. After all, this was Nathaniel - he had nothing but the best intentions for her at heart, right? If he thought this was okay, then she would try hard to think that as well.<br><br>Every time he moved, her small mouth was &nbsp;forced open wider by his girth. It was hard to keep him inside when her jaw began to ache and her lips were sore from being stretched, but she didn't give up. He explained and even though she listened diligently, she didn't quite understand. She was going to NEED his white stuff? How come? While it tasted good, this was where he...he DID things, right? Like...nasty things or naughty things. It struck her that maybe that's what THEY were doing but shrugged it off. Nathaniel knew what was best for her. He commanded that she licked him and sucked him And the curse kicked in, making her do just that. It was tough, her mouth was already small and any more movement made it tighter but she managed.<br><br>Just then, she twitched violently when he forced a hand between her thighs and did what he'd done earlier. A muffled whimper left her throat as once again she enjoyed it but felt so wrong. She hoped he would explain...and explain he did. Some of it made sense (mixing his magic with what was inside her) but she wondered what effects he spoke of; she made a mental note to ask. He moved his hand again and Gemma only had to wonder what he would do for an instant when a horribly uncomfortable feeling made itself known as he pushed a finger inside her bung-hole. She jerked forward violently and at first rigorously shook her head in protest and discomfort...but then she felt something strange, pleasurable even and she frowned, another muted whimper leaving her throat. What…what was going on? Why did she like this? Hesitantly, reluctantly she nodded at him cheeks alighting with embarrassment as she did so; yes, it felt good. But things were meant to come out of there, not go in, right?<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>25-05-2014, 09:24:41</strong>
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				He’d been teased too long, tasted and tormented in his sleep and before, with the girl he’d transformed. Now, with his thick digit plumbing the depths of his ward’s ass in the middle of the storm-filled night and his cock straining her jaws, Nathaniel found it impossible to keep himself from rewarding her. He moaned as, looking down into her eyes, he murmured, “Oh beautiful darling ward,” in a voice far more tender than anything he’d ever used before, and began an explosive – but shallow orgasm. This wasn’t a ‘ripped from the balls screaming’ climax, but that was probably for the best.<br><br>Nathaniel’s minty, creamy deliciousness flowed across his ward’s pallet and down into her throat, the addictive properties enhancing the flavor and injecting a powerful magic into the girl’s body. A magic that could react with the curse, he realized, seeing the expression on her face. “For sneaking in so late at night and not *properly* taking care of me, this load will make you unable to use the bathroom until I give you explicit permission,” he said, speaking the words to deliberately activate the curse this time. He knew what would happen; it was an unforeseen mixture of events that probably didn’t even require what he’d done to himself.<br><br>The curse would make punishing and rewarding her sublime.<br><br>Oh, yes. In his pleasure at figuring something ingenious out, he’d almost forgotten that he was still climaxing: his cock was pulsing, throbbing, squeezing his flavors into her mouth and he watched as she took it. Eased back as the flow reduced, ran a trail down her chin and across her breasts until he settled back, beside her, finger managing somehow to go deeper, still fingering her ass as she took in all that had happened.<br><br>“But as a *reward* for being a good girl now, you are permitted to enjoy me playing with your forbidden little ass. But only me.” It was good to balance punishment with reward, he knew, and his handsome face twisted into what amounted to a loving, fatherly expression as his finger probed and his cock – still half hard – twitched and released a few more dollops of that delicious seed. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astira</strong> on <strong>26-05-2014, 21:42:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://24.media.tumblr.com/cb3d74f27110c2b31636f6d75ff5b23f/tumblr_n3s3t31JiL1skt3v6o2_r1_250.png)</div>Gemma kept her sparkling eyes on him, unsure what to do or how to act. So she just waited. Then he spoke, calling her his beautiful, darling ward and she flushed with pleasure. It warmed her insides to know he felt that way about her. Suddenly she felt hot, sticky fluid burst from his cock and down her throat. She squeaked, nearly reeling back in shock, but managed to stay put. And she was glad she did for instantly, her tongue tasted that creamy mint flavor she so craved and her eyes fluttered closed as a small moan left her throat. She stayed kneeling contentedly, allowing the spurts to coat her mouth and slide into her belly. It was utterly delicious!<br><br>His voice made her open her eyes reluctantly though. <em>“For sneaking in so late at night and not *properly* taking care of me, this load will make you unable to use the bathroom until I give you explicit permission,”</em> <br><br>Gemma’s eyes widened with fear and anxiety, her brow furrowing as she shook her head, his cock still in her mouth and moving with her almost comically. Her breasts wobbled and bounced beneath her as she tried to silently implore him. No! He couldn’t! That would be painful! How was she to…to ‘hold it in’ until he gave her permission? She whimpered as she felt the curse accept his command, her shoulders slumping. <br><br>He was still splurting dollops of dream in her mouth and she continued to gulp it down. He spoke again and Gemma winced, wondering what punishment he had in store next. But to her surprise, she found it wasn’t a punishment, per say…at least, not physically. Now, even if she WANTED to believe putting things in her ass was uncomfortable, she couldn’t. Suddenly, his probing finger felt utterly divine. She squeaked and whimpered, eyes rolling back a little as pleasure shot through her like pulses of electricity. And despite what her the ever-fading voice in the back of her head said, she even leaned back a little, pressing her plump ass into his finger in an attempt to deepen the penetration. She gripped the sheets hard as she tried to maintain focus. <br><br>She opened her eyes and caught the fatherly look in his own; she flushed with pleasure and shyness - he made her feel so warm and coddled inside…like a little girl. She loved the feeling.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>28-05-2014, 00:14:17</strong>
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				“Good, very good. You’ve pleased me greatly, darling,” Nathaniel murmured as he worked his finger in and out of his ward’s ass, creamy load down her throat to nurture her continued addiction. He let the moment last, spool out naturally: his finger moving in and out, thumb hooking up to toy with her virginal entrance and the rosebud of her clit – all sensual, almost romantic pleasures. Then, once he felt like he’d worked her well enough, strained her ass despite how good it felt or the enhanced healing he’d given her might cope with it, he eased the digit out. <br><br>“Now, time for us to rest,” he said once he was done, eyes dancing with hints of flickering energy that wanted more despite the hour. Forcing himself to relent, to not give into further desires, he murmured a cleaning spell and *he*, at least, was once more immaculate.<br><br>Of course Gemma would have to deal with her messes. Smiling wryly, he withdrew from her mouth last, half-cleaned cock popping free, revealing the slobbery mess that she’d left. Seeing it nearly aroused him for more despite all his mental restraint, but they had come far and they had a great journey ahead of them. Moving down in the bed, Nathaniel pulled his ward up into his arms as he had when she was a much younger child, pulled the soft curve of her ass against his semi-hard cock, and held her. Just held her against his warmth, his compassion, and against all that they’d just experienced together. <br><br>Tomorrow would come soon, and things would continue to change. But for now they were as they had been: ward and her mentor. Safe and secure in the home they’d made together. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astira</strong> on <strong>28-05-2014, 07:27:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://24.media.tumblr.com/cb3d74f27110c2b31636f6d75ff5b23f/tumblr_n3s3t31JiL1skt3v6o2_r1_250.png)</div> Darling. Oooh, there was something utterly warm and honey-like about that word. She instantly loved it. His praise only furthered her pleasure as she greedily sucked down his delicious liquid. His finger in her ass had lost its discomfort and she found herself pushing back on it more and more, as if the action were natural, instinctual. When he flicked her sensitive bundle between her cute nether lips, Gemma would twitch and a muffled squeak was heard.<br><br>She nearly complained when he removed his finger and his cock, the solid length coming out with an audible, squishy pop!. As it were, Gemma pouted adorably, a few remnants of fluid trailing down her chin which she quickly swiped up with a finger and placed it in her mouth, eager not to waste any. When she was done, she sat back on her knees momentarily and cocked her head at Nathaniel, waiting for instruction. She felt so good. She could almost feel the warm cream as it churned in her belly and for an instant, she thought she would beg Nathaniel for more. But when he moved towards her, there was a flash of lightning and she suddenly remembered why she was here in the first place. <br><br>Gemma squeaked in fright as she all but threw herself into his arms, curling her body as flush with his as she possibly could. She burrowed her head into the pillow as her hand tugged Nathaniel’s over her waist to rest just below her breasts so she could thread her fingers through his in an effort to gain comfort from him. She loved his strength, the way he seemed to engulf her as he held her. She wished she could melt into him; become one with him; never separated from him. THEN she would always be safe. <br><br>For a few moments, she lay settled in his arms, but as most children did, she was stiff and waiting for the next crack of thunder and flash of lightning. She tried to shield her eyes and ears from it, but it didn’t work. Another boom and suddenly, Gemma was flipping on her other side and facing Nathaniel. She buried her head under his chin and partially against his chest, her warm breath tickling the smooth chest hair there. Her arm came around his narrow waist and she clung to him, forcing her legs between his until she was completely pressed against the older man. Her breasts laid against his stomach, pink nipples lightly scraping his abdomen, her groin aligned with his, her silken hair tickling his own…he’d be able to feel her wet heat easily. But Gemma was too focused on clinging to her protector to take any care. This position was much better and so she began to relax.<br><br>“Mmm,” she sighed, then was overcome with a wide yawn. “Night Nathaniel. Love you,” she whispered drowsily against his chest. It wasn’t long before she fell asleep comfortably in his arms. She had never slept so soundly in her life.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>30-05-2014, 23:22:27</strong>
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				It was a good sleep, but Nathaniel’s dreams were troubling: in them he was a helpless old man in a world dominated by witches and other intuitively magical creatures. They laughed at him, reminded him that he could never know the power they controlled, never be as skilled or as competent – his logic and need to dissect and control would come to ruin in the face of what was natural. It was odd, that dream, but the timing made sense.<br><br>When Nathaniel awoke, his sense of purpose had redoubled – the feeling of Gemma against him, her nubile and deliciously tempting body a wonderful thing, but he knew deep down that the key to unlocking the mastery he sought lay in the curse that impacted her. The witch that had laid it down so effortlessly had, in that moment, left behind an impression of the fundamental ways her magic worked. If Nathaniel could unravel that, control it, redirect it – then, and only then – could he consider himself a true practitioner. The couple dozen spells he’d mastered were nice, but he needed to achieve the next level.<br><br>And in order to do that, he needed to take Gemma out. Needed to explore and see the world and how she would react to it. More importantly, he needed to use the trip as a way to cement their growing bond naturally, in the event that the curse was ever lifted. It was a complex motivation for a complex man, one that gave him enough impetuous to unwind his arms from the girl and slither out of the bed, all rippling muscle and sculpted flesh. After the dream Nathaniel almost felt his true age, but the body he’d managed to revert to – that of a forty-something man in his prime – jogged him from his macabre introspection by the time Gemma was awake.<br><br>And, by then, he’d packed bags and donned his traveling clothes – brown tunic, brown pants and boots, with a floppy hat that made him seem just a little dashing, his wizard’s staff and other paraphernalia joined in as well, of course. <br><br>“Time to wake up, Gemma darling,” Nathaniel said, voice soft but commanding. “I need to get the mule ready to carry our bags. While I do that, you need to get yourself prepared and come down to meet me at a reasonable pace.” The castle was fed by an underground spring: if she rushed she might have time for one last bath. But barely. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astira</strong> on <strong>31-05-2014, 20:43:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://24.media.tumblr.com/cb3d74f27110c2b31636f6d75ff5b23f/tumblr_n3s3t31JiL1skt3v6o2_r1_250.png)</div> Gemma laid sprawled out on Nathaniel’s bed like nymph begging to be taken in sleep. She was on her stomach, her arms were raise above her head, one leg bent so her thigh was nearly level with her hips while the other was slightly spread. She was a ‘bed hog’ to be sure. When she heard Nathaniel’s voice drift over her, she moaned cutely, her brow furrowing as she scrunched in on herself, reluctant to wake. She buried her head in the comfy feather pillow, and tried to ignore him. But the curse wouldn’t have it. She felt it push her consciousness and she grumbled, slowly lifting her head to peer blearily at Nathaniel. She gave him an impish smile. <br><br>“Mmm…morning,” she mumbled sleepily. She turned and swung her legs over the edge of the bed and stretched beautifully, yawning as she did so and making cute little moans and groans as her muscles moved. She seemed to have completely forgotten about her nudity and the slightly crusty substance on her person. When she was done she stood and looked around for the cloak he’d given her. She found it and bent to pick it up (giving Nathaniel a view of her pink slit) just before throwing it on, the garment turning in to a nightgown of sorts.<br><br>Then she realized she had a full bladder. Her first instance was to use the chamberpot but she couldn’t! Why…oh no, the curse! She turned to Nathaniel, biting her lip and suddenly squeezing her thighs together. “Um…N-Nathaniel? Can I……um……I need to…..” she shifted back and forth, utterly embarrassed that she had to request to use the bathroom. She looked at the floor, turning beet-red as she mumbled out her need. “...canIusethebathroom?” she said in a rush. Glancing at him pleadingly. “I’ll be fast! Just…have to f-freshen up and…r-relieve myself, but…last night you…said…” she turned redder.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>04-06-2014, 15:58:50</strong>
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				Nathaniel, seeing his little darling wake once again felt a wave of temptation work its insinuative way through his psyche, whispering all the things that he could do with his power and authority over the girl. Telling him that she’d welcome such attentions. Being a warlock in a world of witches had taught the man a few things about temptation and voices, however, so he simply pushed it back, into the back of his mind.<br><br>When Gemma asked her question, so embarrassed about having to do it, Nathaniel considered her. His handsome face was stern, in full authoritarian mode, as he surveyed her face and body. “It is important that you learn your lesson. Tell me, what have you learned?” He knew Gemma hated this part: being forced to repeat a lesson back to show she’d understood. In truth, the precise lesson of the night before might not be totally clear – the girl had been in the throes of sexual curiosity coupled with fear of the storm and the subtle pushes of the potion he’d given her – a wicked little brew that would, no doubt, be working on the girl’s physiology even now.<br><br>Still, simply because the lesson was obscure or difficult did not relax the impetuous of learning: Gemma had to come to this on her own, pushed but naturally. Therefore the towering man, over a foot taller than his ward, already dressed, settled back on his heels and waited for her to display what she’d come to grasp – to understand what she’d done wrong or, more appropriately, incompletely, the night before. A part of the man, a wryly malicious part, hoped she’d get it wrong. Seeing her squirming and writhing all day would be fitting penance for making him want her so. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astira</strong> on <strong>04-06-2014, 21:32:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://24.media.tumblr.com/cb3d74f27110c2b31636f6d75ff5b23f/tumblr_n3s3t31JiL1skt3v6o2_r1_250.png)</div> Gemma immediately made a face, her nose scrunching up at his command. She hated when he asked her that; it made her feel like a child, chastened and patronized. SHE knew what she’d learned, and she was <em>sure</em> that HE knew as well, but he’d make her say it. She pouted a little before folding her arms under her breasts (were they a bit larger then last night? They felt heavy…) and avoided his gaze stubbornly. But her need to use the facilities made her squirm and a pained, needy look crossed her features. She bit her lip and lowered her arms to play with the tie of her robe. Damnit, she’d have to give in. She sighed.<br><br>“To…” she paused. Wait a moment, what WAS the lesson? It might have been a few things…but which was most important? Her eyes darted to meet his uncertainly. “Um…to…tell you the whole truth when you ask and…” her hands were wringing the poor fabric between her fingers, the edges beginning to fray a little as she thought hard to last night. “…um…to….” She remembered when he’d woken up and asked her what she was doing. He’d been irritated she hadn’t told him the whole truth and punished her by forcing her to understand that his…his white stuff was good for her, then he showed her what she’d done wrong…what she’d missed. What was it? She had explored him and touched him the first time and the second time, when he instructed her, she’d done the same…but what was different? Wait…<br><br>Suddenly her eyes lit up as she recalled the one thing she HADN’T done that he wanted to teach her and in the end, they did together. “To make sure I take care of you <em>properly</em>, right?” she beamed at him, glad that she remembered. She still wasn’t quite sure what “properly take care of him” meant, but she took it to mean to do as he asked, which she happily would. She couldn’t help stepping forward eagerly (thighs still clenching to ‘hold it in’). “Did I? Did I get it right? Thats what you said wasn’t it?” Her face fell a little as she started to second guess herself. “…wasn’t it?” she asked more herself then him this time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>05-06-2014, 01:05:00</strong>
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				Biting back a laugh that might have made his young ward feel even more insecure, Nathaniel smiled. It was a glorious thing, softening his eyes and giving her a flash of white teeth and genuine pleasure at her eagerness. “Good. Precisely what I was looking for. You may use the bathroom now, and prepare for the trip as you desire. Be sure to think of creative ways you could have approached last night differently while you’re at it, my dear.”<br><br>Reaching out, he gently cupped Gemma’s butt and pushed her toward the door and her room, clearly intending for her to use her own lavatory rather than his. Perhaps it was a final punishment – or maybe he was just forgetting to share. Regardless, he watched his propelled pupil exit the room and felt a twinge of mixed emotions about what was to come next. <br><br>Part of him wanted to stay, now – to train Gemma and prepare her emotionally and psychologically for what was to come next. To warm her and mold her like clay until he could fire her up and harden her into the perfect shape. But people weren’t truly clay and the fires of the world were all that could truly temper and prepare her for what would come much later in her life. <br><br>Temptation aside, this had to be done – or so he kept reassuring himself. Glancing down at his twitchy cock, he shook his head, dark hair brushing his high cheekbones as he made his way outside and to the ground level. The warlock had a few servants and the local villagers often took jobs with him in exchange for enchantments or other services he could provide, leaving his tower home relatively empty. One of the few people who he retained full time was the blacksmith – who also worked the horses. It was due to that man – a rotund giant of a half-ogre named Brill Keep, that the animals were in such fine shape. For this trip, rather than bringing one of his magically honed horses, however, Nathaniel had to bring a mule. The animal would attract less notice and carry ample goods.<br><br>Stepping down into the large courtyard, Nathaniel ambled to find Brill – the giant, hideous man wearing leggings and a smock as he rubbed a prize mule down, the saddlebags already in place.<br><br>“Are you sure I can’t go with you?” Brill said, voice low and slow – he wasn’t particularly smart, but he did have a way with animals and the forge. His lack of intelligence was one reason that Nathaniel had kept Brill away from Gemma for most of her life: her budding body might tempt the giant, no matter how gentle he was.<br><br>Pursing his lips, Nathaniel gave Brill’s request a second thought. There was something to be said about having an eight foot tall man able to bend steel with his bare hands nearby… <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astira</strong> on <strong>05-06-2014, 01:33:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://24.media.tumblr.com/cb3d74f27110c2b31636f6d75ff5b23f/tumblr_n3s3t31JiL1skt3v6o2_r1_250.png)</div> Gemma’s reaction to his smile was to offer one of her own, a brilliant grin that was proud and satisfied. She couldn’t resist the urge to squeak happily. “Yay! Oh I’m so glad I was right! Ah…I shouldn’t do that,” she had begun bouncing on her toes with satisfaction and it caused her bladder to shake. She winced and bit her lip, looking at him. He gave her permission to “use the bathroom now” which the curse took to mean she was free of his command and she nodded vigorously before he patted her rump (and she squeaked then giggled) and she was out the door.<br><br>It didn’t take long for her to reach her corner of the castle. She was quick in getting ready, first relieving herself then taking an opportunity to hurriedly scrub herself down until her flesh was pink with cleanliness. She knew this would be her last bath in a while, but despite that she couldn’t bring herself to slow down. It was time! They were going on an adventure! She would see the world and people and they would break her curse and everything was perfect!<br><br>As she finished bathing, she began to hum. It was a mindless little folk-song about an innocent virgin who’d been walking by the beach and then lured by a handsome merman to join him in his sea palace. She loved the whimsical story and often pretended she was one-such maiden. Finally, she had straightened up and threw on her cloak, an outfit already in mind. The cloak seemed to shimmer and then she was wearing a loose, billowy blouse that was off the shoulders and neatly held in place by a modest green bodice with simple floral designs on it. Her breasts (which she was certain had somehow grown since last night) were obscenely emphasized by the tightness and shape of the bodice, but unless she bent over just so, her cleavage was tastefully covered save a small portion. The bodice tapered down her waist, accentuating the fulness of her hips before flowing into brown and green skirts that swished while she walked. In keeping with her own preferences, she didn’t wear undergarments, but she did wear a pair of dark-brown leather boots that laced up to her knees. It was very comfortable and brought out the bright red of her hair. Completing the look was a brown cloak with a jade clasp, perfect to ward of any chill or rain. <br><br>She made quick work of her hair by binding it in a loose braid (small wisps tickling her neck) and once she finished that, she grabbed her pack and half-ran towards the castle exit where she knew the stables to be. Pushing open the heavy door (with a bright smile on her face), she practically flew down the steps, searching for Nathaniel. Her eyes found him speaking with an enormous man and immediately, her gait slowed, the smile falling from her lips to be replaced with worry and confusion. The man was…huge. And scary looking. She came up behind Nathaniel and immediately wrapped her arms around his, hugging it between her breasts and pressing herself against him as if wanting him to protect her. All the while, she stared at the ogre before her, trembling a little in fright. “N-Nathaniel…?” she whispered in question.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>05-06-2014, 01:48:55</strong>
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				“Gemma,” Nathaniel said as he turned and saw his ward. The girl’s intimidated expression gave Nathaniel quite the idea as he looked from her to Brill and back. “This is Brill,” he continued after a moment’s thought. “He’s going to be coming with us to help me protect you. He’s also an excellent cook.” Brill, for his part, was towering over the two of them and half-drooling stupidly as his eyes took in the above-view of Gemma’s rounded cleavage. <br><br>“Brill, Gemma is mine. My ward, I mean. And it is my duty to protect and teach her. I will allow you to come with us provided you swear to do nothing to harm her.” Nathaniel’s eyes flashed then, a hazy purple veil sweeping over the orbs and penetrating Brill’s poor addled brain. The half-ogre quickly slurped in his trail of drool and bobbed his head in an eager, puppy-like nod. <br><br>“Protect the girl. Behave. Hands off,” Brill said slowly. “Absolutely.”<br><br>“Good. Now, go pack yourself up quickly. We’re about to leave.” Nathaniel turned and looked to the quaking Gemma. Reaching up, he soothed her with a stroking motion of his hand, palm running across her hair and cheek in a now-familiar gesture. “Do not worry dear one. He won’t harm you. Particularly not while I am around to protect you. Brill means well and could be important on our trek, particularly against vagabonds and would-be thieves in the night. Few men will make war with a half-ogre willingly.”<br><br>His smile was meant to be reassuring and warm, but the truth of the matter was that Nathaniel saw in Brill an opportunity. The man was hideous – fleshy and fat, rotund and stupid. Strong as an ox and with enough stamina to plow an entire field, too. Those qualities made him the perfect aide for dealing with Gemma. Brill would help protect her, as Nathaniel said, but he could also be used to incentivize good behavior. Moreover, with the *right* application of some subtle spells, he might be useful in showing Gemma just how important it was that she trust and adore Nathaniel above all other men. Or, maybe he’d just be a useful tool to punish the girl if and when she misbehaved? <br><br>All good things.<br><br>A few minutes later Brill appeared, a pack the size of a small man on his back, huge cleaver in one hand. The mule, now fully prepared, answered his clucking call – the man truly had a way with animals, perhaps due to his Ogre blood – and it was time for the trio to set out. <br><br>“Alright Gemma, are you ready to go?” Nathaniel asked, voice soft as he gestured at the towering iron doors that enclosed the space she’d lived in for so much of her life. Slowly they began to open, old enchantments turning wheels, the iron hissing as it grated open and revealed the wide world beyond. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astira</strong> on <strong>05-06-2014, 02:04:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://24.media.tumblr.com/cb3d74f27110c2b31636f6d75ff5b23f/tumblr_n3s3t31JiL1skt3v6o2_r1_250.png)</div> Nathaniel said her name and she looked up at him with wide, trusting eyes as he introduced her to Brill. Not wanting to be rude and therefore create a bad impression on her and Nathaniel, she nodded hesitantly at the ogre. “N-nice to meet you.” she said quietly. Though she kept her hold on Nathaniel’s arm. Her mentor then told her he would be coming with them (her heart leapt to her throat with anxiety) and aid in protection and cooking. She nodded again. As Nathaniel explained his relationship to Gemma (she flushed pleasurably at being called “his”), Gemma took in the giant’s appearance. He towered over not just her, but Nathaniel too. And Nathaniel was a big man. Did he <em>actually</em> have ogre blood in him? It would explain the black, greasy hair, greenish-tinged skin and oafish way in which he walked and talked. He was truly an ugly beast and she was glad the thing was stupid. Either way, she would be careful to stay far, far away from it-him.<br><br>Brill left to gather his things and Nathaniel turned to look at Gemma. She was wide-eyed with disbelief at that large man along with some fear and apprehension. She wanted to ask if the man <em>had</em> to come with them, but decided against it. He ran his hand through her hair and she gently leaned in to it, seeking comfort. His words soothed and calmed her and she nodded trustingly. It made sense. He WAS ginormous, she supposed they’d be safe. She gave Nathaniel a hug, her arms wrapping around his middle as she rested her cheek on his chest, lips almost pressing against the bare skin at his neckline. “Ok, I trust you.”<br><br>Brill came back and she released Nathaniel before instinctually hiding partially behind him as she eyed the Ogre. He added his items to the mule and it wasn’t until Nathaniel caught her attention that she finally looked away. <em>”Alright Gemma, are you ready to go?”</em><br><br>All at once, her curiosity and excitement came back to her in a splendid transformation on her face. Her lips widened and her eyes brightened as she looked at the valley beyond the gates. She released Nathaniel and stepped hesitantly forward. “Ooooh,” she breathed. Then she hooded enthusiastically. “Oh yes!” She turned and looked at Nathaniel. “Let’s go! I can’t wait!” <br><br>Without waiting for him, she bounded towards the gate, trying her hardest not to run in her excitement. As it was, her cloak and skirts whipped around her and she loved the feeling of being free. This would be an amazing adventure, she was sure!
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>05-06-2014, 02:15:45</strong>
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				It might have been an adventure for the first few hours. The landscape around Nathaniel’s keep was beatific – rolling, forested land with few indicators of the nearby human-ruled kingdoms to interrupt the idyllic countryside. Unfortunately, it was also the height of summer and thus both hot and welcoming to all manner of insects. They avoided Nathaniel, but Brill seemed to attract them like he was made of honey or something. On top of the heat came the overall sense of grime, of dirty layers added between perspiration and the leavings of those aforementioned insects. The humidity, which started fairly low, grew as the day went on, too.<br><br>Nathaniel explained that the land around the keep was originally a marsh and he’d worked for decades to magically drain and reclaim the territory that was now his. Which explained how, shortly after noon, they found the road nearing a rather tarry pond of bubbling, smelly water. It was stagnant and there were clear signs of decay and death nearby.<br><br>“Wisp muck,” Nathaniel said, gesturing when they stopped for a meal and water from flasks Brill had packed. “Without me around to suppress it, the muck creates a haunting, enchanting light that lures creatures in to their deaths. Nasty stuff. Produces very potent chemicals that witches, wizards, and warlocks all use though. Makes this area quite profitable for the brave and the stupid.” Smiling wryly, he added, “There’s a tavern for people who collect the tar off the top a few days from here. It’ll have rooms and, if we’re lucky, a bath. Otherwise, it’s dirt and heat for the next few days. Then more after, until we start to near the mountains a few weeks from now.”<br><br>If Nathaniel minded the idea of the trek or the tormenting heat, it didn’t show. Although he hadn’t ensorcelled himself to be immune to the vaguely humiliating effects of the environment, the handsome man seemed somehow even more leanly svelte and captivating, now that he was putting his artificially youthful body to good use. Brill, on the other hand, seemed fairly miserable but too slow and stupid to complain much. He just looked off, into the distance, eyes occasionally slinking over to take Gemma in, a dull animal hunger lurking deep within those sockets. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astira</strong> on <strong>05-06-2014, 02:33:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://24.media.tumblr.com/cb3d74f27110c2b31636f6d75ff5b23f/tumblr_n3s3t31JiL1skt3v6o2_r1_250.png)</div> Gemma was hot. She was hot, and sweaty and utterly miserable. All manner of bugs and insects seemed to live in this area and although they didn’t bother her, she still saw and heard them and disliked them immensely. When the sun drew high in the sky and they stopped to eat lunch, she’d decided she had enough and changed her outfit to a much cooler one. Once Nathaniel had finished his explanation of the fascinating wisps, she politely excused herself to use the bathroom and there she also changed her attire.<br><br>She had seen a drawing in one of her books of women who lived in a jungle and wore practical but cool leather, well…scraps. So that is what she imagined. Immediately, her chest was now covered in a triangular cut light leather that looped under her armpits and tied between her shoulder blades, the pointed flap not at all secured and, due to her large bust allowed healthy amount of side-boob to be visible. And if the breeze picked up, her full breasts could be seen.<br><br>Her whole midriff and entire back was exposed.<br><br>As to her lower half, it was little more than tight leather undergarments with a flaps in the front and back of her. The one in front was short, falling to her upper thigh and the one in back did barely anything to cover her bouncing ass. Her legs were bare and shapely, now only covered by stripy sandals. Gemma closed her eyes and moaned. “Ahhh, much better,” she whispered.<br><br>Each step caused everything she had to jiggle and wobble enticingly, her pale white flesh gleaming in the sunlight. Her sweat lightly shimmering on her skin, making it glow deliciously. When she came back, she found their brief camp had been cleaned up and she apologized for not helping. Soon they were on their way and Nathaniel announced they wouldn’t stop until nightfall. <br><br>Cooler (and happier now), Gemma was fine with this, able to better observe her surroundings now that she wasn’t focused on the discomfort of her dress. She stayed in front of both the men the whole time, occasionally bending over to observe a flower or squatting down to look at some tracks. She’d sometimes ask Nathaniel a question but she mostly listened to what he had to say. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>05-06-2014, 02:47:25</strong>
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				Seeing Gemma’s new wardrobe made Nathaniel positively *ache* with lust. His balls refilled with seed the instant she sauntered up, firm with youth, yet curvaceous enough to draw the eyes and inspire his memories of the night before. As much as he wanted to bend her over a tree and take her, however, he had a deeper agenda – something he reminded himself of *every single fucking second* for the rest of the night. By the time they found a cozy nook between some trees, in a relatively safe clearing for a small fire, near a river of flowing, clean water, he was *livid* with his desire. <br><br>Recognizing an opportunity to teach Gemma a lesson and to exercise his powers, Nathaniel waited for Brill to start the camp fire and stew, then stood and announced, “I need to walk and think about the Curse a bit. This air is good for clearing my head. Brill, watch Gemma. Gemma, behave like a good girl for Brill.”<br><br>Walking past the giant man, Nathaniel reached out and laid a hand on Brill’s broad shoulder. Even seated Nathaniel almost had to reach UP to make it happen. With his touch, Nathaniel murmured a small, simple spell. Simple thanks to Brill’s idiocy. A few minutes later he was alone, a dozen yards away from the encampment, seated in a lotus position, his mind slipping free of his body. <br><br>And into Brill’s.<br><br>Blinking his eyes open, feeling the cumbersome weight and strength of the half ogre’s giant body, Nathaniel-as-Brill asked, speaking slowly to not ruin the ruse, “You like stew, pretty lady?” Looking over at Gemma through the ogre’s eyes was odd; the giant saw and emphasized things with his biology that Nathaniel’s had not. The giant, for example, emphasized entirely the girl’s ass and hips, positively salivating at the mere thought of her sweaty core. Nathaniel preferred cleanliness – but the instinctive nature of the ogre was laying a whole new layer of desires over his.<br><br>Odd. Fascinating. But odd. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astira</strong> on <strong>05-06-2014, 03:02:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://24.media.tumblr.com/cb3d74f27110c2b31636f6d75ff5b23f/tumblr_n3s3t31JiL1skt3v6o2_r1_250.png)</div> The sun sank and soon, Nathaniel had them stop and make camp. Gemma was extremely grateful for this as her limbs were tired&nbsp; and her back ached. Not to mention she was still a bit hot. She helped set up camp but quickly put her bed roll out and flopped down when they were done. She heard a river nearby and wondered if she could go take a dip. Even with the sun lowering as it did, the humidity remained and so did the bugs (though these were crickets and cicadas...she didn't mind those and actually, she liked them). The fire wasn't helping and she felt a few drops of sweat trickle down her neck and disappear below the neckline of her leather into her cleavage. She’d been about to ask to take a dip when Nathaniel said he wanted to take a walk and Gemma grumbled, knowing she wouldn’t be able to do anything until he got back.<br><br>He left the clearing and she huffed, her knees pulled against her chest, one elbow resting on one knee so her chin could prop up on the heel of her hand while her other elbow rested on the other knee as she took a stick and began drawing lazy patterns in the dirt. She was sitting across from the ogre (likely giving him a view with her bent knees), but she ignored him. She’d grown used to him. He was still big and intimidating looking, but he didn’t talk and he didn’t bother her, so she was grateful and did the same to him.<br><br>Gemma sighed, wishing Nathaniel would hurry up so she could take a dip in the river. She heard some rustling and saw Brill stand and walk over to her with a bowl of the stew he was making. He asked, a bit stupidly, if she wanted some. Her stomach made a noise and she nodded, quite hungry. She dropped her stick and reached her hands out for the bowl. “Oh yes please! Thank you Brill,” she said, smiling as he handed her the bowl. It smell delicious and she hadn’t had anything since lunch, so her belly was quite noisy with anticipation. <br><br>Eyes on the soup, she gently blew on it to cool it down before eating.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>05-06-2014, 05:20:48</strong>
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				“You like Brill cook? You give thanks to Brill? Show appreciation, pretty girl?” The towering ogre, enjoying the view, managed a lopsided smile as he hovered near the girl, eyes feasting on the girl’s nubile innocence. <br><br>Within the creature’s mind, controlling Brill’s actions, Nathaniel had discovered a whole new thrill. The beast’s biology and reactions were so unique, so different and all-encompassing, that he felt almost lost inside of them. Brill’s conscious was asleep during all of this, of course; once he woke, he’d be back to living life as the simple (but apparently rather lascivious) half-ogre that he was. For now, however, his lusts were backed with the all-too capable mind of Gemma’s warlock mentor, apparently determined to take her lessons to a new level. <br><br>On the one hand Nathaniel fully intended to explore Gemma’s innocence using the Ogre, perhaps even to make some point about the contrast between the creature and himself (it could push her only further into his manipulative arms). On the other hand, while wearing the Ogre’s skin, Brill’s body had an almost overpowering effect on Nathaniel. Brill was far, far more driven by his hind-brain, which Nathaniel had “inherited” during his possession. <br><br>Seeing the girl, thinking of what he/Brill’s body wanted – tainted the man’s sense of what should happen next. Not that it lowered his intelligence, far from it; while in his spiritual form, Nathaniel was, if anything, smarter than normal. Rather it put a sort of lens over his motivations, pushing him with a new physiology, one that responded to scents and sights differently, and just as strongly as Nathaniel might in the prime grips of a true lust-haze. <br><br>Thus, it was entirely possible that Nathaniel might let the next scene unfold as it was, if only for the unique experience…<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astira</strong> on <strong>05-06-2014, 06:21:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://24.media.tumblr.com/cb3d74f27110c2b31636f6d75ff5b23f/tumblr_n3s3t31JiL1skt3v6o2_r1_250.png)</div> Gemma looked at the enormous man, trying to understand precisely what he was asking. Did he want her to say thank you again? She shrugged inwardly. “Yes, thank you. It is very good,” she gave him a gentle smile, almost pitying him a little. He seemed a lonely creature who was eager to please and it made her wonder if someone might have abused his kindness when he was younger, making him yearn for thanks.<br><br>Feeling compassionate, Gemma set the bowl down and stood up, impulsively giving him a hug. She barely came up to his belly button and it was awkward, but she managed (even if her arms didn’t even make it half-way round). “Your cooking is wonderful, Brill. Nobody does stew better than you. Thank you so much!”<br><br>He smelled a little funny and she was a bit grossed out by hugging his sweaty form, but she thought he needed it. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to gobble down this stew and maybe go for seconds because it’s so yummy!” She pulled back and turned to sit down once more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>05-06-2014, 06:39:25</strong>
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				Reaching down, around the girl’s tiny body, the Ogre pressed a hand to her ass. Her cheeks barely fit his palm at all! Sniffing, inspired by his new senses, Nathaniel-through-the-Ogre, murmured, “You too small for thanks me. Eat second helping. It help for showing thanks.” The ogre nodded slowly and reached out, big paw hovering over her bowl of stew, sausage-thick fingers making a little motion.<br><br>“Eat, eat up,” the half-ogre said stupidly. “Then I show how to thank Brill properly. With meal of Brill’s own. You wear too much for next. Take off, maybe? Or something different?” The huge creature tilted his head to the side, studying Gemma with eyes the size of eggs. “Nathaniel not mind. Teach good manners. Take care of friends. Brill friend now.” He smiled a toothy, yellow-tainted smile and settled back down, casually adjusting the crotch of his hide pants and the enormous monstrosity within. Poor Brill was already half hard, just looking at Gemma’s body, thinking Nathaniel’s salacious thoughts.<br><br>Of course, Nathaniel had already worked the magic on the stew – magic to please the ogre’s senses. Magic that would swell the girl’s hips and ass, making her more appealing to his altered perceptions but, of course, also making it possible for her to accommodate what might happen next. Settling down within his borrowed body, Nathaniel couldn’t help but wonder just how ass-focused the ogre was. Still, the fixation was enough to motivate him and he decided to go with it.&nbsp; What was the worst that could happen? Besides, it would be a good test for Gemma and the curse. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astira</strong> on <strong>05-06-2014, 06:51:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://24.media.tumblr.com/cb3d74f27110c2b31636f6d75ff5b23f/tumblr_n3s3t31JiL1skt3v6o2_r1_250.png)</div> Gemma yelped when she felt the hand on her ass and she whirled around and stared at Brill. “You shouldn’t do that! It isn’t polite!” she chastised. She wanted to tell him off more, but then he gave her a command and Gemma’s eyes widened a little. Did he know about the curse? She didn’t think he did. And he was too dumb to realize what he was doing and the impact it might have on her. Too late she realized she could be in trouble.<br><br>The curse was enacted and she felt her body pushed forward to scoop up her bowl and down the contents without even chewing. Luckily, the food was quite small and she only choked and spluttered a little. Before she knew what was happening, she was going for another helping, her actions and body not her own. A heaping ladel-full was served into her bowl and, without waiting for it to cool, the curse forced that too down her gullet. She whimpered and sobbed, the stew scorching her throat as it went down. She coughed and stumbled, holding her throat as she fell on the ground. “B-Brill!” she cried hoarsely. “D-don’t command me…ask nicely! Please!” she felt a little panic and fear well up in her, not seeing him adjust himself as she was too focused on nursing her burnt throat. She blinked away the tears the heat brought as she tried to stand up again.<br><br>But the curse seemed to acquiesce to another command. One she didn’t recognize hearing. Her cloak shifted and changed so she was wearing only a flimsy loin cloth. Nothing else. Seeing this Gemma squeaked, a blush coming to her cheeks as she immediately went to cover herself. She backed away from the ogre, afraid he might see her and try something. Nathaniel had once said that it wasn’t proper for men to see women naked unless married or family. It made them do things. She didn’t want that to happen, nor did she want to anger or upset Nathaniel. “B-Brill, go find Nathaniel, ok? I need his help. Can you do that?” She begged, hoping to at least distract the ogre as she stumbled backwards, eyes darting back and forth for an escape. <br><br>She felt a tingling sensation around her hips, ass and thighs, but she paid it no mind. She was too worried about getting out of there…or at the very least, covering up. But for some reason, her mind was blank and she couldn’t think of something to wear.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>06-06-2014, 21:55:22</strong>
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				“No shouting girl. No hurt,” Nathaniel-through-Brill said. Shifting back to his feet, he moved over to Gemma with surprising speed, one massive hand clamping down on her shoulder as his porcine eyes took her in. “Brill not mean hurt. Just exchange. Good for good. Yes.” He nodded, as though his explanation should be sufficient to make what he did next make absolute sense. <br><br>Leaning down, grunting as he did so – his belly too big to make the process easy – he grabbed hold of poor Gemma’s leg and hoisted her up into the air, flipping her upside down and nearly rebounding her head off a rock in the process! Miraculously, he managed the movement with enough speed that she simply rocked back and forth, head finally coming to rest against the comfortable cushion of his belly.<br><br>“You eat Brill food. Brill eat his. Oooo, what’s this? Ogre magic worked. Ass nice and big now.” He sounded quite smug, pleased with himself as he flipped her loincloth aside and literally swept his big tongue directly across Gemma’s clenched cheeks and ass. To the half-ogre’s senses, the girl’s sweat and musk and thicker size were absolutely *amazing.* Panting almost like a dog, he growled out, “You like too?” It came across *mostly* as a question. “You like this?”<br><br>Ignoring her reply, he tugged her higher, until her head was more-or-less propped up along the curve of his huge stomach and dug inward, shoving his face between her cheeks as though what she held was some great treasure. And beneath, Brill’s massive manhood peeked out from his pants, so hard that it threatened to literally rip its way free. Nathaniel, observing/enacting most of it, found himself captivated by the rhythms of lust, not worried about hurting Gemma – not at this point anyway. The girl had enough potions of healing and protection in her to keep a little manhandling from doing any lasting harm. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astira</strong> on <strong>06-06-2014, 22:45:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://24.media.tumblr.com/cb3d74f27110c2b31636f6d75ff5b23f/tumblr_n3s3t31JiL1skt3v6o2_r1_250.png)</div>Gemma shook her head, not understanding what the ogre was saying. “I…I don’t…what? Brill, please go find-AHHH!” her shriek echoed in the forest as she felt her leg being yanked out from under her and the next thing she knew, she was dangling upside down, head resting on the ogre’s massive paunch. She was still with shock for a moment, her head rattling a little and her body swinging. When she finally came to, she wriggled in his grip.<br><br>“BRILL S-STOP! PUT ME DOWN!” she yelled, positively shaking with fright now. She desperately tried to cover her massive breasts AND keep her loincloth covering her, but it was impossible. Gravity worked against her. “YOU MUSN’T GRAB ME AND HOLD ME LIKE THIS! BRILL!” Her yelling was useless, especially when he cut her off with an exclamation of pleasure.<br><br>“W-what?” She said, perplexed, looking at her rear-end the best she could. <br><br>Her scream was half muffled by the Ogre’s stomach as she twisted and turned to look at her lower half. “WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?! WHAT DID YOU DO!!” Her hips and ass, already fairly shapely, had somehow managed to, well…become shapelier. Her butt easily pushed out so she had almost a shelf back there, with either cheek the size of an over-ripe watermelon and her hips were so outrageously curvy it was almost comical. And her thighs? They had to be the size of small tree-trunks. Tears leaked out of her eyes at the offending weight she seemed to have gained through Ogre magic (she had no idea ogres knew magic!).<br><br>“Ooooh noooo, noooo, Brill! I don’t like! Why did you do that! I’m so…so…hideous!” she sobbed. “Please! Change me ba-AHHH!” her whimper was interrupted when his disgusting, giant tongue swept between her massive cheeks, saliva slimy and disgusting. She yelped and tried to wriggle further, automatically clenching her cheeks together as hard as she could.<br><br>“STOP! PLEASE, STOP!”<br><br>…what scared her even more was that she had somewhat…enjoyed that. Despite the disgust of it being BRILL who was doing this, her body reacted to being licked in such an intimate area. But her mind was at war with her body, telling her Nathaniel would be furious! That no one was supposed to touch her like this! She shouldn’t enjoy it!<br><br>Something moved and twitched below her just inside her peripheral and she twisted her head to peer at it, thinking it was his leg coming too near her head. She couldn’t have been more wrong. “Oh my…Gods…” the panic and fear she had felt before was NOTHING compared to what she felt now. It was his cock. And it was the biggest, ugliest, nastiest thing she had ever seen in her life. Easily the size of her calf, the meat was probably half her body length and looked as solid as wood. Nathaniel’s had been beautiful and elegant, the perfect shape, even if he looked scarily big. But this? Brill’s looked more like a club then a cock.<br><br>“Oh Gods…oh Gods, no…no-NATHANIEL! NATHANIEL HELP! PLEASE!”<br><br>Her instinct was to scream for his help, to flee this beast…but her eyes stayed helplessly glued to his cock, fascinated by it’s shape and it’s size. She…she couldn’t possibly handle that, could she? Her curiosity was nearly as great as her fear and underlying it…perhaps wicked thoughts? She shook her head, logic coming back as she tore her eyes away and screamed for her protector. “NATHANIEL! PLEASE HELP!” Would Brill’s white stuff taste as good Nathaniel’s? Could something that big even fit in her mouth? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>06-06-2014, 23:14:17</strong>
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				In the wake of Gemma’s fearful screams, Nathaniel considered the outcome he wanted from this exercise.&nbsp; On the one hand, he wanted to illustrate a comparison between being his and belonging to – or even sleeping with – any other man in the world. He needed to write a deep psychological story in Gemma’s psyche that would outlast any unraveling of the curse or magical intervention. On the other hand, he wanted there to be a mutual pleasure in this exploration and, perhaps just as important, he needed Gemma and Brill’s relationship to not alter so drastically that she didn’t trust the brute to protect her and maybe, just maybe, he wanted enough wiggle room for something like this to happen again.<br><br>Therefore, Brill gently – this time with a hand supporting Gemma’s torso, sat the girl down on a nearby stump, his ugly face contorted in a look of confusion. “But, but….but Gemma so pretty. So lovely. And Brill so lonely. Just wanted to exchange. To make feel good. Brill been alone for so many years. Sharing is caring. That’s what I was told.” He sniffed, his expressive – if grotesque – face folding into a frown a mile deep. “And Gemma taste so good. Brill know she belong to Master. Not take what Master’s. Just…” He gestured with one big hand impotently, unable to convey what he was trying to say. Too brutish, too slow, he slouched back on the ground near her, skin blotchy with sadness.<br><br>“No want to hurt Gemma. Just happiness. Master might hurt Brill if Master knows Brill scared Gemma so. Master might kill Brill!” He suddenly looked both hurt and frightened, worried he’d done something wrong – all for the *goal* of doing something good. It was clear, after all, that he’d wanted the girl to feel pleasure, right? He’d been licking at her, not trying to shove his tree trunk of a cock inside her ass (which was probably his ultimate aim, but anyway)….<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astira</strong> on <strong>06-06-2014, 23:26:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://24.media.tumblr.com/cb3d74f27110c2b31636f6d75ff5b23f/tumblr_n3s3t31JiL1skt3v6o2_r1_250.png)</div>Her shrieking seemed to have worked for he gently set her back down, this time with care and attentiveness that didn’t escape Gemma’s notice. Once seated, she curled into a ball on the tree stump and stared at him wide-eyed, half expecting him to try something else.<br><br>That is until she saw the look on his face.<br><br>He looked so lost and confused, scared even and Gemma felt her heart go out to him. He spoke, and her suspicions about his loneliness seemed founded. She began to realize that he was almost like her! He was curious and liked to explore..and given she was the only thing here he didn’t know, perhaps it was natural that he want to explore her? Like she did with Nathaniel?<br><br>All this time, she had slowly begun to unravel her tense position, a sympathetic, even pitying look on her face as she listened. He sat back and looked so utterly miserable that Gemma bit her lip to keep herself from rushing to comfort him. <em>“No want to hurt Gemma. Just happiness. Master might hurt Brill if Master knows Brill scared Gemma so. Master might kill Brill!”</em> <br><br>She gasped and without entirely meaning to, she darted forward, nearly stumbling at the new weight and pendulous sway of her hips, before thinking and kneeled at his side, placing a hand on his huge forearm. She shook her head. “Oh no, nooo. Shh, Brill Nathaniel would never do that. It’s okay.” she patted his massive limb with her small hand, trying to give him comfort. She ignored the way her thighs touched each other and her ass she felt she could see even out of her peripheral. How was she going to fix this?<br><br>“Listen…um…” she bit her lip, worried. What harm could it do for him to explore a little? After all, it’s not like he could really hurt her, not with what he’d just said. He feared Nathaniel and his wrath. Surely a little touching would be ok, right? “…you can…you can explore a little. It’s okay. Just…not too much, all right? And don’t hurt me. Nathaniel would be upset, I think. As would I.”<br><br>She struggled up to her feet, her hips and ass throwing her off balance a bit. “My…do ogres like, um…bigger, uh…proportions?” she asked, blushing red.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>07-06-2014, 00:36:46</strong>
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				Wiping one eye clear of tears, Brill smiled wetly down at Gemma as though he’d just been told the most wonderful thing ever. His smile was a little lopsided, with hints of yellowed teeth, but utterly genuine as he reached out and around her, cupping her now closer-to-Ogre sized ass and thighs in his meaty hands and kneading gently.<br><br>“How else ogres fit inside human women, make half-ogres?” Brill asked quizzically as he reached far enough to shove a finger between her cheeks again, letting the tip roll over her ass, exploring between the padded cushions the magic had imparted upon the girl. “This safe,” he added, suddenly bright, cheerful and friendly. “We share this, Nathan not get mad. No babies here.” He nodded as though he had all the sage wisdom of an elder druid sparkling in his cow-dumb eyes.<br><br>Reaching down, between them, he casually tugged at the drawstrings of his pants, unleashing his mammoth, uncut cock – curls of hair flanking low on the shaft above balls the size of cantaloupes. “Ahh. That better,” he said, relaxing as the trapped meat was freed and able to press against Gemma’s side while his fingers explored. <br><br>So enthralled by the sensation, by reveling in this new battery of needs and exploration, Nathaniel didn’t really think of himself as “performing Brill” anymore – he just had to use the man’s reduced intelligence to convey his intent and it worked just fine. The slumbering giant wouldn’t remember a thing and, if he played his cards right, this experience would work wonders for educating the girl. And making her even more his – which the fatherly, loving side of him found the most important part of all of this, regardless of his heady curiosity about seeing just how Gemma would – or would not – handle the Ogre’s instinctive desire to force-feed her ass his (borrowed) monstrous cock. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astira</strong> on <strong>07-06-2014, 01:12:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://24.media.tumblr.com/cb3d74f27110c2b31636f6d75ff5b23f/tumblr_n3s3t31JiL1skt3v6o2_r1_250.png)</div>No sooner had the words left her mouth then Brill gave her a lop-sided grin that partially melted her heart just before bringing his large, gnarled hand around and fondling her enormous ass cheeks. His hand slapped them a little, making the globes jiggle appealingly. She didn’t know if it was the effect of the ogre magic that made her new…<em>assets</em> so sensitive, but she gasped at the contact and shuddered a little. His movements were slow and awkward, but she knew the feeling. She was also awkward when presented something new.<br><br>“Well…I don’t…I don’t think you make half-ogres <em>that</em> way,” she managed between little gasps. But in his defense, she honestly didn’t KNOW how little-ogres were made. Maybe it was different for this species. “Ah!” she squeaked when his finger parted her bubble-shaped ass cheeks, probing and exploring. His strength and force made her stumble back and forth a little, trying to stay steady on her feat. Little squeaks and gasps left her lips as she hugged her arms to her chest and made her breasts bulge a little.<br><br>“E-easy, Brill. I’m much smaller than you. Or…I was, anyway,” she murmured distastefully, grimacing at her attributes. She dearly hoped Nathaniel could put her back to rights. This was awful and….just…ugly.<br><br>Movement caught her eye again and the poor girl nearly reeled back in shock when he took off his pants. “Oh my Gods. Oh heavens above, that can’t be…your cock?” She squeaked the last bit, leaning away a little. She’d seen a glimpse of it, but seeing it now in all it’s grotesque, massive glory made Gemma both squeamish and……….turned on.<br><br>He pushed it against her and she felt it pulsing as if alive, the hot flesh scorching her cooler skin and she gasped, reflexively reaching a hand out to touch it. It was….slimy. And bumpy. There seemed to be something like warts on it and she found that curiosity about everything in the world coming back to her and applying itself to an Ogre’s anatomy. His cock twitch and jumped, making her yelp and reel back in surprise. Her eyes took in the two round fleshy objects between his legs and she recalled those were his testicles. Wasn’t that were the white stuff came from? Nathaniel’s were a fraction of that size and he had forced a LOT of it down her throat last night, almost a whole gallon, she thought! How much would Brill’s produce? And would it task like Nathaniel’s? She couldn’t help but wonder…
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>07-06-2014, 22:53:06</strong>
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				“Such a pretty girl,” Brill said softly, as though hypnotized by just how beautiful Gemma truly was. Finding her the puckered core of his probing, he rubbed – caressed, then realized that without proper lubrication there’d be some rather daunting challenges to face. Pulling his hand away with a lewd, oddly decadent, squelching sound, he held his fat digit up and spat – a wad of thick green-yellow phlegm coating his finger. Nodding in dim satisfaction, he reached back down and around her, spreading her now pillow-sized ass cheeks far enough for him to directly apply the oddly appropriate lubrication. <br><br>Then, watching her face, the half-ogre began working the finger inside of her. Nathaniel, creeping within the monster’s mind, wondered if the curse would pick up on the complex situation: he’d basically told her to enjoy anal, but only from him. However, technically he *was* inside the Ogre. Would the curse pick up on the fact that it was Nathaniel, would it read only the body doing the work, or would there be some sort of half-way point?<br><br>Curious (from a logical and magical standpoint), Nathaniel directed Brill’s eyes away from the girl’s doughy breasts and to her face, so he could read her response and – more importantly – that of the curse. Twitching against her, practically a fucking seal-sized, wart-covered, smegma-smelling cock throbbed, invoking a demand for attention all its own. Well, perhaps that would come. Despite himself, Nathaniel couldn’t help but imagine what it would look like if Gemma took even a solid foot of that three-foot monstrosity into her ass. <br><br>Fuck, it might be overwhelmingly sexy. The paternal part of his mind was quick to speak up, reminding him that he had to keep the girl whole in whatever aftermath happened. He’d given her potions to help, true, but none amounted to allowing the girl to survive sex with a damn elephant. <br><br>Suddenly, Brill’s face broke into a small smile and a wave of green energy wrapped around his cock, suffusing it with Nathaniel’s version of “ogre magic.” Nodding with a look of intensely instinctive wisdom, Brill intoned, “Healing dick juices. Keep you happy and whole.” As good an explanation as any, Nathaniel supposed. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astira</strong> on <strong>07-06-2014, 23:09:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://24.media.tumblr.com/cb3d74f27110c2b31636f6d75ff5b23f/tumblr_n3s3t31JiL1skt3v6o2_r1_250.png)</div>She gasped when his cucumber-sized finger found her puckered hole and touched it. She thought he would stick it in much like Nathaniel had, but instead, he pulled away and spat on his finger. Gemma made a disgusted face and looked away. She had half-opened her mouth to tell him she’d changed her mind, but it was too late, he crudely pushed his way between her enormous ass cheeks, his digit slipping between them far faster and easier than before.<br><br>Gemma was lurched forward at his brutish strength and she had to grab hold of his bulky arm to steady herself. “Oh!” she squeaked, closing her eyes as he found her hole again and this time, insistently pushed in. Gemma yelped and whimpered, tensing up at first but found it hurt when she did that, so she relaxed, his thick digit slowly slipping past the first ring of her muscle. It stretched her tiny whole but it wasn’t as painful as it might’ve been with her normal-sized hips and ass. She was enormously grateful for this. She felt something shift in the air then and opened her eyes to see Brills cock had shimmered with some kind of green mist. She was going to ask him what it was, but he beat her to it.<br><br>She nodded. “Oh…healing…interesting,” she said, then he pushed in further and her back arched, pushing her breasts out. She was…enjoying this. Like the other night with Nathaniel. Unfortunately she was too far gone to recall that it was supposed to be only HIM who she’d enjoy this from, but at the moment, it didn’t matter. <br><br>Her puckered hole was beginning to gape around the ogre’s finger and Gemma was leaning in a little. She felt his huge cock pulse heatedly against her side, only now just realizing that the head of his cock reached her shoulder with how they were positioned. She was partly terrified of it, partly&nbsp; curious and magnificently turned on by the monstrosity. Being stuffed so full that nothing else could fit in her appealed to the girl’s subconscious.<br><br>“B-Brill, I think…I think maybe it’s time to stop. Nathaniel m-m-might be back-ahhhh…s-soon!” she attempted, her senses now becoming overwhelmed by the pleasure she was beginning to feel.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>07-06-2014, 23:38:45</strong>
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				“Nathaniel often explore for herbs for hours,” Brill rasped, feeling Gemma’s greedy ass practically *sucked* down the tip of his finger, which he worked in with gentle, but forceful fierceness. He was working it in and out now, shoving more of his spit inside of her, preparing her for whatever wicked inventions of sexual deviance he planned next. “You not feeling good pretty lady? Want to stop?” He casually leaned to the side a bit, allowing his cock to press against her neck and cheeks – fuck he was huge. The scent was intriguingly musky, earthy, rather than simply disgusting like the rest of the wart-covered cock. Perhaps Nathaniel’s magic was reacting with the girl’s addiction, or maybe half-ogres just had some not-always-horrific traits. Regardless. <br><br>“You want to taste? Make Brill happy too? Be Brill’s friend.” That last part wasn’t a question, but neither was it the sort of demand that Nathaniel expected to force the curse into acquiescing to this deplorable sexual act. He was actually working diligently to keep the curse from causing this to happen: in his mind, it was vital that he rely on the curse as little as possible for anything that had to do with intimacy. <br><br>Looking down at Gemma, Nathaniel couldn’t imagine being attracted to so much cushion on Gemma’s normally taut, youthful body, but filtered through Brill’s senses, she was a fucking goddess and he was unwilling to prematurely end the exploration. Regardless of his vague concerns about right and wrong. <br><br>The finger in Gemma’s ass began moving a little faster, coaxing the girl to relax and give into the pleasure, tempting her to forgo any concerns she had and to give into the moment. Leering down at her, Brill murmured, voice vaguely cunning, “Brill make feel so good. Make Gemma feel good.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astira</strong> on <strong>08-06-2014, 00:01:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://24.media.tumblr.com/cb3d74f27110c2b31636f6d75ff5b23f/tumblr_n3s3t31JiL1skt3v6o2_r1_250.png)</div>She didn’t reply to his pointing out that Nathaniel did, in fact, gather herbs for hours. Instead, she was distracted by his moving in and out of her hold. The friction was intense and she couldn’t help but lean forward, bending over a little more and practically thrusting her ass out to him, opening wide for his fingers. “Ahhh…oh-oh-mmm…” she was panting a little faster now and she shook her head, no…she didn’t want to stop.<br><br>She heard the sounds around them, slapping flesh of her ass cheeks, her quiet little moans, the squelching sounds of his finger in her ass, covered in juices…it made her core pulse. Her hands grasped his arms, digging into his flesh hard. She jumped when something hard yet slimy touched her cheek, leaving residue there in it’s wake. It was his cock, insistently knocking on her face as if not going away until it had it’s due. She contemplated the thick appendage, eyes occasionally fluttering shut with his invasive thrusts. Finally, she nodded. “O-okay…I’ll be your…friend. But…only a taste, okay?” she whimpered. <br><br>By now she had begun to push back into his hands, into his finger, craving to have him go deeper, to widen her more. There was a tinge of pain with each thrust, but it mingled with the pleasure and only heightened it. She turned towards his cock and, despite it’s disgusting appearance, it still smelled somehow alluring…and being the inquisitive girl she was, she wanted to taste that which allured her. So she stuck out her small, pink tongue and licked the massive appendage…
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>08-06-2014, 01:42:30</strong>
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				The magic coating the half-ogre’s cock might have abated the flavor some, but for the most part it was a barely-washed, knob-covered, calf-sized cock. It smelled deeply earthy, tasted musky and vaguely sweaty, and exuded an intense hint of something akin to Nathaniel’s deliciously addictive nectar – but not quite. While possessed with Nathan’s mind, the ogre enjoyed *some* benefits with regard to Gemma, but not all. <br><br>Moaning, Brill cooed, “Best feeling ever. Amazing!” Whether he was talking about the way his finger-fucking her ass felt to him or the relatively tiny flat of her tongue against the underside sheath of his cock, it wasn’t quite clear. Regardless, his enthusiasm was growing and the finger in her ass was fucking her just as surely (or close to it) as Nathaniel’s might (assuming he didn’t deliberately grow his further as a result of this). In and out it went, working the spit he’d provided deeper and deeper, until the pummeling started to dry her pole hole out.<br><br>Frowning, not wanting to rip into the girl’s skin, Brill pulled his finger out and looked at Gemma. “Need to wet the area. Bend over. Make this easier, not painful at all.” He gave her what passed for a warm and reassuring grin. “Brill friend. Make feel good. Not hurt.” He nodded sagely, casually reaching down to wrap one hand mostly around his cock. Just HOW he was going to lubricate her ass wasn’t clear at this point, but the fat half-man surely seemed to think he’d come up with the best idea ever as he motioned for her to hurry up and do it – not commanding, but insistent all the same. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astira</strong> on <strong>09-06-2014, 23:04:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://24.media.tumblr.com/cb3d74f27110c2b31636f6d75ff5b23f/tumblr_n3s3t31JiL1skt3v6o2_r1_250.png)</div>Instantly, the moment her tastebuds encountered his cock, she shivered, partly in pleasure, partly in distaste. She couldn’t decide if the taste was good or not. Like Nathaniel’s, it was a little sweet with perhaps a tiny hint of mint, but it also was a bit sour, somehow. And this close to it, she realized just how, well…gross it was. Like he only cleaned it on occasion. This made the poor girl lurch and pull back, unable to do any more then simply taste. “O-okay, that’s enough.” She said timidly. <br><br>Gemma felt dampness between her legs, the glistening juices of her own arousal soaking her thighs without restraint. She was still new to this, still new to these feelings and hadn’t quite put together that ‘wetness’ between her thighs was a good thing and directly correlated with her desire, so she flushed bright red, embarrassed that she was, well…wetting herself. His finger continued to drive in and out of her and she mewled a little, then tried to speak. But instead, a yelp came out when he pulled painfully back out, then pushed painfully back in. She felt dry now…and it wasn’t pleasant any more. She winced “Ow! That…that hurts Brill. I-”<br><br>But Brill interrupted her with a frown as he pulled out yet again and told her he needed to wet the area once more. A feeling of unease began to settle in Gemma’s stomach, but she was too turned on to think properly, so she nodded hesitantly and turned around, wobbling a little because of her disgusting new weight, then bent over, exposing her ass hole and tiny pink slit to his gaze. She was surprised she could bend over so easily with the fleshy mounds and thick thighs, but didn’t question it. Her juices would be seen clearly now and although she flushed, she thought perhaps this was, well…normal. He said he would make the light burning in her hole feel better, and she trusted that. He DID say it had healing powers, right?<br><br>“O-ok, but then we have to stop and you have to change me back, ok Brill? I’m g-getting tired,” she lied…really, her mind had drifted to the day before when she’d made herself feel so good alone on her bed. Perhaps THAT would help ease this ache…
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>10-06-2014, 23:28:09</strong>
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				Seeing the girl’s thick ass and thighs, her winking little ass and glistening little cunt was more than enough to fuel the half-ogre’s instinctive lust. It took all of Nathaniel’s substantial willpower to keep from trying *somehow* to wedge that dinosaur of a cock into his ward’s little cunny, just to feel how luscious and tight and moist…<br><br>Growling in determination, Brill reached down with both hands and began rhythmically stroking his mammoth cock. It didn’t take long – both hands gripping tight, sliding up and down the shaft, eliciting guttural moans that were more bestial than anything appropriate for a man – before a load of pre-cum began welling in the shaft. It felt odd to Nathaniel – Brill’s impending orgasm was nothing like his own. It was almost as if Brill’s size forced the load into place, and then it took a secondary climax to force it out – like a crossbow, with an extra step.<br><br>Working furiously, enjoying the sensation but wanting what came next even more, Brill’s hands slammed down at his base, one nearly overlapping the other and leaving nearly two feet of cock exposed as he finally, explosively, came. Most of it showered across Gemma’s back in thick, white-green trails, but some hit her vulnerable ass and dripping cunt as well. Shouting in pleasure, unwilling to let the moment pass – feeling his cock beginning the process of shrinking, even if only just a few inches – Brill arched forward and shoved the fat head against Gemma’s tight (but magically enlarged) ass. Adjusting one hand to her hips, he dug in and pulled her back even as he thrust forward, shoving a massive load of creamy cum into her and using the rest as surprisingly efficient lubrication. <br><br>The scent of the heady, not quite noxious cum filled the area as Brill grunted, dug in, toes curling in the loam near the fireplace, and flexed his monstrous body. Finally, after another small eternity, thanks to his shrinkage and the seed, the bulbous head popped inside Gemma’s tiny little ass. And it was…wonderful. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astira</strong> on <strong>10-06-2014, 23:50:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://24.media.tumblr.com/cb3d74f27110c2b31636f6d75ff5b23f/tumblr_n3s3t31JiL1skt3v6o2_r1_250.png)</div>Gemma waited, but didn’t feel Brill do anything. She heard some noise that sounding like wet slaps and when she turned to look, she was startled to see a filmy-green substance shoot out of his cock and land in robes on her back, bulbous cheeks and heavy, thick thighs. She yelped with surprised then frowned, unsure of exactly what he was planning. “Brill? Is that it?” she asked.<br><br>The hot, stuck substance made her wrinkle her nose with distaste; it was slimy and gooey and she didn’t like the way it dripped down her skin. She felt dirty. She started to ease up to a standing position but was suddenly stopped when Brill lurched forward with his cock, nearly pushing Gemma over in her unbalanced state. “What-BRILL! What are you-” she felt her pendulous cheeks part, allowing the fat head to slip between them and she felt panic suddenly well within her.<br><br>“BRIILL STOP! DON’T!” She shrieked, attempting to pull away but he had grabbed her hip and yanked her back as if she was nothing but a doll. He thrust forward at the same time and she felt globs of the sticky substance forced into her tight hole. Her eyes rolled a little, the slippery sensation pleasurable to her despite the circumstances she was in. Then she heard him grunt and she was brought back to the present and squealed as he pushed and pushed against her hole. “NOOOO BRILLLL!!! AHHHHEEEEE!!”<br><br>Through no encouraging actions of her own, his cock head managed to somehow force it’s way inside her asshole and, while it was magically enhanced to be larger she still felt her skin stretch well-beyond what was normal. She flailed and struggled but it was likened to a butterfly trying to escape a child’s grip on it’s wing: any movement away from him caused her pain. But movement TOWARDS him…further down on his cock seemed to lessen the discomfort and in fact, she felt…pleasurable.<br><br>His cockhead had to been the size of a child’s skull, maybe her skull! And as he relentlessly opened her up, she felt as though her bowels were shifting around inside her to accommodate him. Reflexively, <strong>her hand went back to feel (http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JnsrT_I_0nU/U5FUK91rg0I/AAAAAAAAAUc/I4Hu4lBatss/s1600/tumblr_mka1ni8Yaq1s6z2mqo1_400.gif)</strong> what was going on and her eyes widened. It wasn’t possible though, was it? He couldn’t fit all the way inside her….could he? That thing was nearly as big as she was!<br><br>And yet, the more curious part of her wondered what it would be like if he COULD fit all the way in. Would she look pregnant full of cock meat? Would she feel delightfully full like that sensation she loved after a hearty meal? The slowly growing, devious part of her wanted it…wanted to feel that badly. And in response, her puckered hole relaxed and she squealed as she slipped onto him a little more, bulbous ass cheeks spreading further into her gaping hole. “AAIEEEE….BRILLLL!” she couldn’t decide if it was need or dislike the way she said his name.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>11-06-2014, 02:19:16</strong>
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				“Feel. Amazing. Friend. Gemma,” Brill grunted, working to keep the air of friendship about the intimate experience of stuffing the teen-aged, tiny girl (despite the size-change of her ass and thighs) with three feet of ogre cock-meat. <br><br>Eyes tight, narrow in concentration and relieved that his post-orgasm dick had shrunk enough to make this possible, Nathaniel-inside-Brill wrapped a hand around the girl’s upper torso – his one hand acting like a vest, literally suspending and supporting her all at once, as his other hand slid down to her hips and pelvis to keep her in alignment. Then, shifting, standing a bit to find the right angle, he began quite literally – albeit slowly – moving the girl rather than his hips. After a few slow strokes to gain some depth, Brill began quite literally *masturbating using Gemma’s body and ass.*<br><br>Inch after inch, more and more vanished, Brill’s panting moans echoing in Gemma’s ear as he held her up. There was nothing reflecting around for the girl to see herself, but – no doubt she could glance down and see her body distending as it made room for the impossibly huge cock to violate her ass. And then he was moving faster, jerking his hand up and down fast enough to bounce the girl’s tits like she was riding some sort of profane horse. The bumps and ridges on Brill’s cock came more into focus now, as he’d stopped growing softer – they added sensation and resistance. Had he not continued to loose a fairly steady stream of after-cum lubrication to her ass, it might have turned horrific quickly, but Nathaniel’s lust coupled with the half-ogre’s physiology saw it through. <br><br>Pumping her like a rag doll, using her for his pleasure, Nathaniel felt lust overwhelm him, growling out, “Love my cock, love me fucking you, you beautiful little fuckdoll,” not even thinking about what possible effect his words could have on her. Of course it was *Nathaniel* saying the words, not Brill, so no doubt that would have a significant impact…later. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astira</strong> on <strong>11-06-2014, 19:50:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://24.media.tumblr.com/cb3d74f27110c2b31636f6d75ff5b23f/tumblr_n3s3t31JiL1skt3v6o2_r1_250.png)</div>”Ah, ah, ah, ah…eeeeeeek, B-B-B-Brillllll” Gemma was squeaking and moaning intermittently, speared on the hard, knobby flesh and helpless to do anything save wriggle and squirm. He seemed to be enjoying himself and she was glad a little…but this was WAY past what she had anticipated. And as he wrapped his huge hand around her, effectively lifting her from the ground completely so she was dangling on his cock, Gemma knew she was in trouble.<br><br>She wanted to tell him “no”, to make him stop…but given that the only part of her that was even remotely as large as he was was her ass and thighs, there wasn’t a single thing she could do. That, and her mind was beginning to cloud with pleasure and heady sensations that she’d recognized from the last couple days. At some point, her hair had come undone, fiery locks bouncing around her and falling in time with her plump, heavy breasts. She heard the slaps they made and she absently wondered if ogres liked breasts. SHE liked breasts…they were so feminine to her. She wondered if Nathaniel liked them more than asses…her thought-process was random and yet it turned her on to think about Nathaniel right now.<br><br>His thrusts began to place pressure in an odd place…her stomach. And in her haze, she looked down and yelled hoarsely at the horrifying view she saw. Her belly and her womb were distorted, conforming to the shape of his cockhead and the lumps on his dick. She would have fainted if not for the strange arousal she felt at seeing it. She almost look with child and while THAT was a scary thought, she did manage to focus on the fullness she felt. What if he sprayed that sticky white/green stuff in her? Where would it go? He pushed further in her and Gemma thought for a fleeting moment he’d push right up and through her mouth, such was the pressure! Stuffed with cockmeat and helpless as she was impaled on Brills massive appendage made her suddenly gush so hard she thought she had peed (when in fact, she’d ejactulated and didn’t realize it). God she wished it was Nathaniel stuffing her! She wished he could see her and be proud!<br><br>She whimpered, her eyes closing as she rode through the unexpected orgasm. She desperately wanted Nathaniel there…she wasn’t sure if it was so he could be inside her or to watch her, but she wanted to please him so much. She imagined him thrusting in and out of her, making her belly full with his cock and his white stuff. Her juices spewed out of her tight little cunt and she groaned Nathaniel’s name “N-Nathaniel! Mmmm…oooohhh…..”<br><br>She wanted her mentor so badly, even after already reaching her climax with Brill still pistoning in and out of her, she still desired him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>12-06-2014, 17:44:40</strong>
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				Hearing his name, his real name being moaned, jarred Nathaniel from his nearly mesmerized stupor. The sensations rolling through Brill’s body were pleasant and intense, but he realized now that ogres weren’t made the same way human men were – at least Brill wasn’t. The huge cock had shrunk after his first climax, then paused in the process – and now it was shrinking again. It made sense, in a way. The ogre had a massive load, the sort of thing that could get cum *everywhere* in a single delivery. But now those huge balls were in recovery mode. Although Brill benefited from his human heritage by being able to keep it up, and maybe even have another – lesser – climax after, he was nevertheless coming down.<br><br>Between that and hearing his real name called, Nathaniel knew that it was time to act. <br><br>Putting Brill’s mind on hold – literally keeping him in a dreamlike daze, he withdrew from the Ogre’s body and stood up from behind the tree adjacent to the camp. Walking around the tree, the darkly handsome man appeared to take in the sight for the first time. Brill impaling Gemma’s ass, the half-ogre’s eyes heavy lidded, cock gradually decreasing in size. <br><br>“Gemma,” Nathaniel said sharply, “What do you think you are doing?” <br><br>Triggering a remote command in the still unconscious Brill caused the half-ogre to reluctantly (seeming) peel Gemma off of his cock, releasing a raging torrent of seed and fluids, and move away. <br><br>“Brill, go wash up and go to bed. Don’t touch Gemma ever again without permission,” Nathaniel commanded, oddly enough not sounding truly mad at all. The sedate Brill padded off, naked, to attend his state. Probably his first bath in weeks, truth be told. The poor fellow would wake up all washed and have no clue why.<br><br>Hands on his hips, fingers tightly curled, Nathaniel arched a brow at his messy ward. “It sure looks like you let the ogre cast a spell on you. Ugh. I guess Brill likes them lopsided.” Shaking his head, sending his long, dark hair across his high, bearded cheekbones, Nathaniel extended a hand and spoke a gentle Word, reversing the spells that had made Gemma’s hips and ass so huge. Both began gradually shrinking back to their normal size. “Now then, you were telling me what was going on?” His dark eyes were intense, not quite angry, but close. She was his, after all, and she’d been letting an inhuman monster fuck her before *he* had. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astira</strong> on <strong>12-06-2014, 18:57:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://24.media.tumblr.com/cb3d74f27110c2b31636f6d75ff5b23f/tumblr_n3s3t31JiL1skt3v6o2_r1_250.png)</div>Like lightning striking out of a clear blue sky, Nathaniel’s voice startled Gemma so badly that she saw faint black spots around the corners of her vision. She desperately shook them away, begging herself not to faint from everything that was going on. Brill had abruptly stopped and she felt the acute loss of pleasure his cock scraping the walls of her ass had brought her. She just hung there on his dick, limp and helpless, whimpering a little as she looked at Nathaniel, utterly torn between a clash of emotions. “N-N-Nathaniel, please….” her pleading could have been a cry for help or of desire. It was hard to tell. Perhaps both…?<br><br>Suddenly, Brill’s cock inside her was unbearable and disgusting. She hated it and her eyes began to well with tears as she tried to struggle off it. “Get me….off…Please, I….I don’t want….I feel disgusting….” she sobbed, her wriggling increasing and making Brill begin to twitch inside her. She looked down at her grotesquely bulging stomach and thought she looked fat, and that made her tears start to fall a little faster in horror and appalling antipathy. Brill seemed to understand or at least, comply with her wishes for he gently pulled her off his still massive member with suction-y “pop!” before he left the clearing at Nathaniel’s orders. <br><br>Gemma was on all fours, unable to hold herself up any other way for lack of strength. Her hysterics and tears had stopped a little, although she was trembling now. Fluids leaked from her still gaping ass hole, down her plump thighs and making her skin glisten. She was breathing hard and beet-red, now that they were alone and Nathaniel’s eyes were on her. She felt humiliated and scared. She didn’t dare look at him for a moment. She thought Brill was going to be nice….that he wanted to simply experiment…not violate her!<br><br>Nathaniel commented on her abominable lower half and she winced with revulsion. She hated being fat. Hated it. She never wanted that feeling of weight again! He returned her to normal and she thanked Nathaniel in a hushed voice, but she still stayed on all fours not looking at him. Her breasts hung below her, heavy and somehow a fraction larger (the effects of the botched potion perhaps), they swayed and jiggled a little with her trembling. Finally Nathaniel prompted her again and she felt herself break down.<br><br>“I’m…I’m sorry! I don’t know w-what happened!” she said in a high-pitched, slightly broken-up voice. She managed to stumble to her feet, gravity forcing more of the fluids in her ass down her legs in little globs as she tripped her way to her mentor. “He-he-he s-said he was lonely! He w-wanted to explore and to touch and I thought that was okay! I do the s-same thing and I felt bad!” She reached Nathaniel and collapsed into his arms, sobbing. She felt so hot and she wanted to badly for him to engulf her in that way that he always seemed to do. And she wanted him inside her too. The thought startled her into hiccups.<br><br>“I…I d-didn’t know he was going to…to….to do that! I feel disgusting and….and yet I….” she paused, her cheeks so hot she feared burning him through his shirt. Then, in a soft, barley audible voice she said “…liked it.” <br><br>The connection with his body, feeling him against her made Gemma dizzy with need to be naked with him. She didn’t know how or what to do, but she wanted to feel his skin against hers. She clawed at his shirt and looked up at him, her eyes shiny and red-rimmed but desperate. Her hair was messy yet deliciously curled as it fell in her face and down her back. Her lips seemed unnaturally red and plump from all the biting she had done in nerves. She furrowed her brow at him and gripped his shirt tighter. “Please….<em>please</em> Nathaniel. I need you…please don’t ever leave me like that again. I only want….y-you! To h-hold me and sh-shelter me…I only want to see YOUR th-thingy. I can’t stand it,” she whimpered like a pathetic little creature.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>12-06-2014, 19:32:51</strong>
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				Watching Gemma, Nathaniel felt no remorse, no sadness for his manipulations or wickedness. In fact, while she was on all fours, her pendulous breasts dangling, his first instinct was to walk over and fill her mouth with his cock. Brill might have gotten off, but Nathaniel hadn’t, and the oversized man was so hard he could have broken rocks. Still, he had to keep in mind what his ultimate agenda was – what sort of manipulations he had planned in the long term. It was because of that ambition that he stood there, resolute but not passing judgment, as Gemma stumbled to her feet and padded over to him. <br><br>When she fell against his warmth, the obdurate rock that was her mentor’s chest, Nathaniel reached around her and embraced her, pulled her close. “I am not mad at you for helping the beast. I am not mad at you for your intentions. Still, you went a little too far. Next time a cock is going to go inside your ass, you should ask me for permission.” He was purposefully fudging his wording, letting the girl have the flexibility to make other, future mistakes that he could punish her for.<br><br>“As for right now, since you did not ask, I’m afraid that you’re going to find yourself growing – gradually – insatiably thirsty for cum. It won’t come upon you right away, but until you’ve been totally satisfied with enough of it, it will just get worse and worse.” Again – deliberate wording. Total satisfaction *included* emotional satisfaction, which he knew she would not find with anyone other than him. If she sucked off a stranger, it might reduce the feeling of thirst, but it wouldn’t stop the punishment. “And you won’t want any cock other than mine inside you while you feel this way.” In case she snuck off and someone tried to blackmail her for real sex before she got to eat what she needed.<br><br>“Now then, know that I love you deeply and absolutely understand. You’re not a dirty girl. You’re my darling and we’re going to go bathe you and make you feel better. We’ll talk about what we can do to satisfy you in other ways later,” meaning Nathaniel meant to have her intimately soon – but not yet. The moment needed to ripen. Lifting her into his arms effortlessly, Nathaniel carried Gemma a few yards down the path, toward an area of the nearby stream that Brill was not at (though they could hear the gentle giant splashing around a bend concealed by trees). Setting her in the cool, but not frigid, summer waters, Nathaniel began gently stroking Gemma’s body clear of muck and debris.<br><br>A truly loving, intimate gesture of consummate understanding and trust. He even dipped a finger inside Gemma’s ass to help remove Brill’s after-shots, pausing just long enough to dip that finger in and out perhaps one stroke more than required to help clean her bowels. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astira</strong> on <strong>12-06-2014, 19:50:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://24.media.tumblr.com/cb3d74f27110c2b31636f6d75ff5b23f/tumblr_n3s3t31JiL1skt3v6o2_r1_250.png)</div> She was relieved he wasn’t mad or disappointed. It would have killed her if he’d been disappointed…anger she could handle, but disappointment? No. That she couldn’t take. He bestowed her punishment on her and Gemma whimpered with each word, but nodded obediently. She was frightened and confused and completely lost, but she trusted Nathaniel inexorably and knew nothing bad would happen to her. She deserved this…she should have been more careful and thoughtful.<br><br>Feeling his arms around her, his incredible strength that could easily have crushed her <em>enfold</em> her like that was heaven to Gemma. And home. He spoke of his cock and like a spark igniting a fire, she felt herself moisten. She pushed closer, not realizing as she ground into his hard bulge. She nodded again - the only cock she ever wanted to teach her was her fathe-her MENTOR. (Father? Where had THAT come from?).<br><br>He loved her though, and that was what mattered. She was his darling, his ward and she wanted to always be that. To always have Nathaniel there to protect her and love her. Nuzzling into his chest she whispered that she loved him too, then thanked him. Unexpectedly, he scooped her up in his arms and she squealed a little in surprise then giggled, latching her arms around his neck and pressing her gravity-defying breasts against him.<br><br>Once in the water, Gemma was putty in his arms. She let him do whatever he wanted, feeling so loved and cherished and safe that at the moment, she would do anything for him. She mewled, and sighed with pleasure, she moaned when his finger delved into her sensitive ass hole, her hips jerking forward a little in surprise. She looked at Nathaniel wide-eyed but realized he only wanted to help clean her out. She smiled delightedly and nuzzled her face into the curve of his neck. He was such a good mentor to her. He hadn’t even put that stuff in there and he was cleaning it out for her. It made her heart clench …and her pussy ache. <br><br>She whimpered with desire, her breathing coming in short gasps against his neck. But she didn’t say anything. Didn’t want to impose on his desire to clean her, so she bit her lip and simply kept her arms around his neck as he washed her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>14-06-2014, 10:27:56</strong>
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				If almost being called "father" bothered Nathaniel at all, it didn't show. He simply smiled and let the bathing take time. A lot of it. He reveled in the feeling of Gemma needing him, of her youthful vitality and her trust and desire. It made him feel more in command, in control and reinforced the schemes he’d been so diligently assembling over the past few days. That she came to his arms so wantonly, lovingly, with her body so receptive was a testament to his successes. He had to remind himself, however, that he *had* slipped as Brill. Had told her to love him. And that was cheating. He couldn’t build a scaffolding on lies – on the curse – only to have some witch or outside power take that away. <br><br>“Gemma, darling, you don’t have to love me. Any warm emotion you feel for me, love or respect, must not ever be forced, no matter what you feel compelled to do or say. It must be natural. If anything I’ve said or done has triggered that damn curse in this regard, consider it undone.” He didn’t mention desire or lust; those were tools he could use, but love – real love – took time and effort. Magic could poison that well.<br><br>Once he’d helped Gemma clean herself, Nathaniel stood and stripped, tossing his clothes on the banks a few feet away. Under the bright moonlight his tan, muscular body with its dusting of hair (only on the chest) looked virile. His erection was proud and the tip of his cock an angry red-purple – Brill had gotten off, not Nathaniel – but he made no move to play with Gemma or find satisfaction sexually. Instead, he splashed himself down in the cool water and played with her – tickling and being there for her, holding and generally being a friend. When time passed and yawns swept in, Nathaniel got out of the water, dressed, and then lifted Gemma up – using a simple spell to dry her body so she wouldn’t shiver – and carried her in his arms back to camp.<br><br>Brill was back, but sound asleep, his snores loud enough to wake the dead.<br><br>Laying Gemma down and unrolling their bedrolls, Nathaniel murmured, “You can sleep next to me tonight, my dear one,” his voice warm and comforting. “Why don’t you stretch out while I check on the mule?” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astira</strong> on <strong>16-06-2014, 08:45:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://24.media.tumblr.com/cb3d74f27110c2b31636f6d75ff5b23f/tumblr_n3s3t31JiL1skt3v6o2_r1_250.png)</div>Even though Gemma may not have realized the effect of his words, the curse did. It complied, however Gemma’s feelings remained the same. She frowned at him and shook her head. “Nathaniel, of course I love and care for you. You are like a father to me!” she insisted. Then she smiled and giggled. “Silly man.” then she leaned in and kissed his stubbled cheek before re-latching herself onto his person. She nuzzled against him and sighed contentedly. “Mmmm, you’re so warm.” she sighed happily.<br><br>When they’d finished, he stripped and she watched with hungry, greedy eyes. He was so beautiful to her. It made her mouth water and she blushed embarrassed. He cleaned himself with only a few occasional glimpses from her. The moon was high in the sky by the time he was down and Gemma was yawning with sleep. He seemed to know this for he swept down and picked her up. She squealed happily for a moment before locking her arms around his neck and hugging him as they walked back to the camp. <br><br>Oddly dry already, he set her down and began preparing their sleeping arrangements. She helped the best she could, but it was difficult when he was naked and she kept eyeing him. When done, he said she could sleep next to him (her belly flopping with delight when he called her “his dear one”) and she nodded. Realizing her cloak was technically still attached to her, Gemma imagined a simple cloak of the finest material and it was soon covering her lower half. She lay down and stretched, her back popping deliciously before she turned on her side and watch Nathaniel. She had a small smile on her face. “Can I have some water when you’re done please?” she asked, feeling a little thirsty.<br><br>He finished with the mule and her eyes followed him, though she couldn’t help watching the way his big cock bounced and bobbed up and down. It was beautiful and yummy looking but it wasn’t as large as Brill’s and for some reason, that made her sad. She had kind of liked the fullness from Brills cock. She wondered if Nathaniel could MAKE his cock that big…and if he could, would he do it for her? She shook her head. These were not proper thoughts. She shouldn’t think of Nathaniel like that. He was family and her mentor. <br><br>Snuggling down with the cloak draped over her luscious hips, Gemma kept her breasts uncovered and in plain view. She was too warm to cover up yet and besides…she liked it when Nathaniel could see her. It was naughty…but not wrong, right?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>19-06-2014, 04:03:14</strong>
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				“Water? Of course.” Nathaniel called back over his shoulder as he sauntered away, so comfortable with his nudity that it might seem odd that he hadn’t walked around his tower in the buff all the time. Until one considered that the man dealt with potentially dangerous chemicals that could have burned (or transformed) his cock and other bits if he hadn’t been studiously careful. <br><br>Once at the mule, Nathaniel took the time to meditate on the events of the night and to place them into context – both in the last day or so, and in the scope of his ultimate agenda. Gemma’s transformation, although having some unexpected blips, was more-or-less going better than he could have anticipated or hoped. Part of him wondered at the girl’s ultimate acceptance and more, enjoyment, of giant cock. He could, of course, supply such in multiple forms: personal transformation, possessing Brill (or others) or by simply expanding a wall of energy around his cock as he invaded, passing the sensation through the field. It would be highly complex, but do-able.<br><br>No, what stuck in his mind most was just how much of a size queen his surrogate daughter had become, how enthusiastic and greedy for sex she’d become essentially overnight. He liked it. Wanted more, and to explore it. But again – he needed to ensure she associated all this new lust with him, needed him, and not being a mind reader, he couldn’t know for certain where her emotions – and needs – would fall. Therefore, he had to continue with his manipulative ways, take the game to the next level – whatever that was.<br><br>He returned a few minutes later, water pouch in hand, and handed it down to Gemma before sliding down alongside her, pressing his length against her curves, but not in a sexual way, not now – despite his lingering erection and unspent seed. Instead, he was determined to sleep and hold his daughter, to give her the reprieve of a night of warmth and protection and love and nothing more – no agendas. Just the man who’d protected and taught her throughout her childhood. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astira</strong> on <strong>20-06-2014, 03:30:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://24.media.tumblr.com/cb3d74f27110c2b31636f6d75ff5b23f/tumblr_n3s3t31JiL1skt3v6o2_r1_250.png)</div>Gemma watched the way his muscular, tanned buttocks moved up and down and she had a nearly irresistible urge to squeeze and pinch it. She sighed happily and turned on her side to watch him, her hands tucked cutely under her head. She yawned again and soon felt her eyes grow heavy with tiredness. Brill was snoring away already and though he was loud, her sleepiness was much ‘louder’.<br><br>Nathaniel eventually came over and handed her the water pouch, which she took gratefully before taking a large gulp and setting the pouch at her head. He lowered himself to the ground and like a flower drawn to the sun, she instantly turned to him and curled herself in his arms, draping her body around him as if wanting to meld against him. She couldn’t be close enough to him. She nuzzled his throat, her head coming to rest beneath his chin and sighed. Before long, she was deeply asleep, her body grateful for the reprieve after the night’s adventures.<br><br><hr><br>The next morning, Nathaniel had their party up and making their way onwards just as the sun reached the horizon. Gemma, as usual, was grumpy and a little petulant since she wasn’t a morning person but it wasn’t long before she ceased, the looks her guardian sent her enough to quell any complaints. That day was as hot and dirty as the first and the splendor of her surroundings suddenly didn’t hold her interest as much. She was still very involved with everything she saw, but her mind kept wandering to Brill’s massive cock and with her mind, so too did her eyes wander. Most times she caught herself and prevented any glances in the direction of his crotch, however once or twice she did manage to surreptitiously peak at it out of the corner of her eye. She imagined it swinging idly between his legs and it made her a little moist.<br><br>Not wishing to incur Brill’s lust again or Nathaniel’s wrath, she decided to wear something a bit less revealing - she was worried that yesterday’s garments had encouraged him and she wouldn’t do that again. She stuck to what she’d begun wearing, although in less layers and not as heavy material. It was still warm, but not as bad. On the horizon she noticed what she had originally thought were merely hills she found were actually a huge, vast mountain range. Still very small at this point, but she could make out snow at the peaks. She wondered if they’d reach them. It would be fun to go into caves or explore waterfalls, she thought.<br><br>The day wore on to mid afternoon and then early evening. Gemma never ran out of questions to ask or observations to make to Nathaniel. She was so curious and fascinated, utterly determined to learn and know everything she could. The only real issue she had besides the dirt and heat was her steadily growing thirst. No amount of water seem to ease it, and though there were times it was less obvious then others it was always there. She knew it was the curse acting on the command Nathaniel had giving about needing cum. It embarrassed her though, so she didn’t say anything or complain. At least, not at first.<br><br>It wasn’t until the middle of the next day (the third day on the road) that it became unbearable. They had stopped for lunch and Brill had just ambled out into the patch of woods in order to find some firewood and herbs for lunch. Gemma sat on a rock in the shade, looking utterly worn out and close to tears. She was still afraid to say anything to Nathaniel, but she knew that if she didn’t ask for some now, they wouldn’t have a chance (with Brill present and all). Still, she felt so dirty asking her mentor for his…his…what was it? He’d said cum?<br><br>A muffled sob left her dry, pink lips and she blushed, immediately covering her mouth and looking away from where Nathaniel was; she couldn’t! He was too busy and probably didn’t even have any…
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>21-06-2014, 00:43:06</strong>
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				The next day and a half went rather well…for Brill. The half-ogre seemed surprisingly child-like and pleased with everything and nothing at all. He lacked the memory of what had happened, but that did not stop the chemicals in his brain or the feeling of satisfaction in his loins; this lead the giant man-child to almost *prance* and hum little sing-song tunes as they made their way. Unfortunately, he didn’t know how to sing anywhere within a million miles of the right key, so Nathaniel had been forced to ask him to tarry a little further away from the group than he’d have liked. Rather than walk ahead, Brill had moved to the side, keeping both Nathaniel and Gemma in his periphery (and allowing Gemma to ogle him). Nothing about Brill seemed different from before the night of their little exploration, other than his cheerfulness – and if Gemma was looking for a sign that her “friendship” had had an impact, it was in that.<br><br>Nathaniel took the trek in stride, meditating and working on alchemical and magical algorithms while his body plodded along on its own. Gemma’s near-constant interruptions and questions jarred him from his genuflection regularly, however, leading the man to darken as time went. His brows furrowed and his glances became heavier. Despite the growing threat of a brooding attitude, Nathaniel made sure he continually answered all of Gemma’s questions, taking on a comfortable lecturing tone while doing so.<br><br>Honestly, Nathaniel did not mind educating the girl, especially now that she’d elected to wear more sensible (and less distracting) clothing. He needed her sharp, and knowing which herbs were poisonous and which common tubers might alleviate a stomach ache might come in handy for her someday. The names of the various birds and lizards probably wouldn’t matter so much, but Nathaniel did not want to dissuade the girl’s curiosity, so he indulged her, even when he wanted to roll his eyes and dismiss her needs. <br><br>Perhaps this made Nathaniel a good parental figure – if so, he wasn’t conscious of it, or even trying (for that reason). <br><br>When they settled for rest on their third day, Nathaniel looked over at Gemma and saw her fidgeting, growing agitated. He recognized the tell-tale signs of the curse acting upon her, stimulating needs he’d deliberately planted into her subconscious and physiology. Part of him wanted to indulge, to continue their explorations: to perhaps have her feast on both his and Brill’s seed, just to see if the difference (him not being in control this time) would be a nuance that the curse would detect. <br><br>Rather than indulge, however, Nathaniel interrupted the silence (and Gemma’s awkward glances) with a comment, “Tomorrow we’re going to stay at an inn, Gemma. They will have all sorts of tasty things and bath tubs for us, too. If you can wait just one more day, I’m sure tomorrow will bring interesting things.” In truth, Nathaniel was covertly attempting to setup a new situation, one far more fearful than Brill’s seduction using Nathaniel’s knowledge. Gemma’s hunger might very well push her to do something with the locals or ruffians who rested in that seedy tavern – allowing her to both have a new experience (which Nathaniel would observe) and to further cement their relationship.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astira</strong> on <strong>21-06-2014, 01:22:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://24.media.tumblr.com/cb3d74f27110c2b31636f6d75ff5b23f/tumblr_n3s3t31JiL1skt3v6o2_r1_250.png)</div>Gemma was almost in pain. She was so thirsty, her mouth so dry. She felt like her skin was crackling and and stretching painfully with each movement, lacking the moisture it desperately needed. Nathaniel’s voice drew her attention and for a second, she thought he might know what she wanted and would offer it to her. But she was disappointed, and it was as visible on her face as her own nose. <br><br>Still not wanting to impose and fearful of a punishment he might think of, Gemma nodded and shakily got to her feet. “I’m…I’m…” she what? What could she do? She wanted to swim, she felt so dirty, but there was no pond. If she went anywhere near Brill he might pounce her without Nathaniel in sight. So…what then? “I’m going to explore,” she said lamely, dragging her feet as she crossed the camp. “I promise not to go too far or do anything stupid,” she finished, knowing he would say so if SHE didn’t. Without waiting for an answer, she mustered up some strength and managed to bound off into the surrounding lush-green forest. <br><br>Oddly, she felt strangely at peace being out of Nathaniel’s presence for a short time. It gave her a chance to just be alone and think and make girly “oohs” and “ahhs” at the pretty flowers she saw. Not that she didn’t love being around Nathaniel all the time, but right now…being near him seemed only to increase her thirst and that was painful for her.<br><br>Now that she wasn’t near Brill (or Nathaniel) she changed her attire to an exotic looking, bejeweled two piece. The top emphasize her bulging breasts and the bottoms barely covered her shapely reared. It felt glorious being free of the material - the wind caressed her skin sweetly and she instantly felt better. <br><br>Spotting a patch of sunlight on a boulder, she bounded up to it and climbed the rock face. The smooth surface was warm in contrast to the chilly shade of the forest. She kicked off her shoes and laid down. “Oooohhhhh….mmmmm, that’s nice….” she said aloud. The heated granite was delicious on her skin and she closed her eyes, feeling relaxed. Although her throat still was parched, she thought that for a bit, she could ignore it.<br><br>She lay their lazily, both arms braced behind her head and the jewels glittering and sparkling in the sunlight. Her skin was blindingly white, her hair a fiery red-gold and she she soon began to hum a soft tune, the one about mermaids. Her eyes were closed and she was quite at rest; there was no where else she’d rather be at that moment (well, except sucking Nathaniel’s member of course). Maybe when she got back, she’d have the courage to ask him for some of his delicious white stuff.<br><br><hr><br>When enough time had passed that Gemma thought lunch might be ready, she lazily made her way back to the campsite. Nathaniel gave her a look and she realized she'd forgotten to change her attire, so she did so hastily, blushing as Brill stared bug-eyed at her. They ate and although she was full, the thirst that had dwindled down during her sunbathing grew again. When they packed up and were on their way once more, she was careful to keep her eyes lowered, avoiding both Nathaniel and Brill's gaze.<br><br>Evening came, but this time she didn't curl into Nathaniel, but rather she slept against a log. It was too hard for her to be near him and be so thirsty. At some point she'd decided to challenge herself to see how long she could last before asking Nathaniel for a drink. She didn't think much longer. <br><br>Her sleep was rough and restless, her whole body itched for quenching. Ironically it was enough to distract her from the next day's journey, for they were happening upon a town just as the sun set. A bath. A bed. Hot food that wasn't stew. Gemma's eyes grew wet and she blinked rapidly.<br><br>Finally, unable to bear it any more, she turned to where Nathaniel stood and clutched his arm pleadingly. "Nathaniel, I..." her voice cracked and she made a sad face. "Please!" she said, knowing that by now, he wasn't clueless to what she meant. She slid her hand to his waist and began trailing it to his groin. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>22-06-2014, 19:02:47</strong>
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				Nathaniel watched as Gemma struggled with her growing fixation, the addiction he’d implanted in her poor mind. He could tell she was fighting not to say anything, to hold herself back and to keep from giving in – or maybe just not to embarrass herself. Good. Her begging would have made it difficult for him not to give in. As much as he could imagine a debauched situation involving him first supplying her with his seed, and then possessing Brill’s body to coat her in the stuff, he had to keep his ambition in mind. <br><br>The next day, Nathaniel finally changed his clothes too. The process wasn’t as simple as with the unique garment he’d made for Gemma. He’d taken off his pack and clothes, comfortably naked while Brill looked away, his muscular body lightly touched with hair on his chest, thighs and around his dangling manhood, but utterly hairless on his back and sculpted ass. With his clothes spread out before him, he’d sprinkled dust across it and gestured at Gemma’s special wrap – mirroring the enchantment on it. It took a long time, nearly thirty minutes, before Nathaniel’s clothes shimmered with power. The pulse was brief – echoing enchantments was damn near impossible under most circumstances, and only worked for those who knew the original intimately – but it allowed him to change his clothes, too. <br><br>Leather pants with long laces, a blue v-neck button up shirt with matching laces in the front, the opening enough to reveal a few inches of tanned, muscular chest and his clavicles, and knee-high leather boots came out of the transformation. All clean, stylish and fitted to his body, moving with his movements, allowing grace and strength (and the outline of his damn distracting package) to show through. <br><br>When they arrived at the tavern – a two story wooden building with smoke billowing from the stone fireplace – Nathaniel turned to Gemma. She was looking up at him, so desperate, so craving. She’d lasted longer than he’d expected, to be honest. Fair enough, he decided. If an opportunity did not present itself inside, then he’d give her what she wanted. In an appropriately debauched and delicious way, of course.<br><br>“Let’s get a bath first,” Nathaniel said in his husky, smoky voice, “and then we’ll get you taken care of.” Without waiting for her reply, he tugged her by the hand inside the building, Brill following.<br><br>It was a simple place, low ceiling and Brill had to stoop. Four haggard, dirty men sat at one table in the back, looking up as the trio entered, hard dark eyes on Gemma for a split second before Brill’s bulk intimidated them to silence.<br><br>“Inn keep, two stalls in the stable – one for my mule and one for my giant. A room for myself and my ward. And baths for both of us,” Nathaniel directed to the obese, aged man behind the scarred and pitted bar.<br><br>“Just one bath available. I can have my boys draw it while your man takes care of your mule,” the man replied.<br><br>Nodding, Nathaniel passed the man several coins. With a wave, he directed Brill out – to sleep where he’d fit and to tend the animal. Turning to Gemma, he said, “Now, I’m going to have a bath. You can stay down here and take in the sights. Then you can have one and we’ll take care of you.” He was careful to word things openly – he needed to allow Gemma the opportunity to misbehave. A new lesson, a harsher one, was required to take things to the next level. And with that, the man simply walked up the stairs, abandoning the thirst-ridden Gemma with the dangerous, lecherous, vagabonds.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astira</strong> on <strong>22-06-2014, 21:38:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://24.media.tumblr.com/cb3d74f27110c2b31636f6d75ff5b23f/tumblr_n3s3t31JiL1skt3v6o2_r1_250.png)</div>Gemma wanted to scream, claw his eyes out and throw a tantrum. Bath? Couldn’t that wait? She KNEW he knew she was being tortured…that she was in agony and he was doing this on purpose. It brought tears to her eyes, angry tears and she nearly tore after him to pummel him with her fists…but she refrained. Maybe not refrained so much as weighed down by her limbs, too weak to move from her disabling thirst. He disappeared up the stairs and Gemma watched him go. It took a bit of a time, simmering there in her disbelief and aggravation…but when she finally became aware of her surroundings.<br><br>The Inn didn’t have a lot of occupants, but the ones it did have were all in a corner sitting at a table and currently staring at her. She stared right back at them, but not in the same manner they were. Her stare was filled with the slowly dawning realization that she was VERY alone, very thirsty and becoming rather fearful of the lascivious looks she was getting. <br><br>She felt an intoxicatingly anxious feeling brew in her stomach. She was utterly torn between the naughty possibilities that swam at the edge of her consciousness and the nerves of having her life possibly in danger. Nothing else occurred to her really. She wondered why Nathaniel had left her alone - it seemed rather odd…he didn’t do that usually.&nbsp; She was just thinking that maybe she’d better go up and join him when she felt a hand grip her shoulder in a possessive, expectant way.<br><br>“What’s yer ‘urry dearie?”<br><br>Gemma went stiff and whirled around to see the Inn keep towering over her like behemoth. She backed away too quickly and hit a bar stool before toppling over it. She yelped, landing painfully on her side in a tangle of stool, limbs, hair and material. Her skirts had flipped up to reveal bare, pale limbs and glimpses of her ass and puffy pussy lips (her habit of not wearing panties coming up and biting her now).<br><br>“I-I-I….n-nothing. I n-need to go t-take a bath…” she said shaking. Yet her eyes couldn’t help but stray to the fat man’s healthy bulge beneath folds of pot-belly. <br><br>He grinned toothlessly at her and grabbed it lewdly, glancing at the men who now stood from their chairs, the wood scraping loudly against the floor. “Oi…we’ll help ye bath, dearie,” the man said.<br><br>Gemma yelled “No!” as she attempted to scurry backwards….
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>24-06-2014, 01:10:07</strong>
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				The four men were on their feet quickly, moving as quietly as their ale-inebriated minds would allow. Moving forward in a wave, as if their desire was made palpable and had taken control of their limbs, coordinating them in tandem, they surrounded poor Gemma and grabbed at her, restraining and lifting her onto a rounded, coarse wooden table top a few feet away. Down she came, on her back, one man holding her wrists and another her ankles, leaving three free to maneuver and do horrible things. <br><br><strong>The Men - Inn Keeper, Skinny Man, Black Man, At the Ankles, At the Wrists</strong><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://yhwiki.com/images/thumb/2/25/HitU_-_Sydney_Jackson_-_Rustic_Innkeeper.png/400px-HitU_-_Sydney_Jackson_-_Rustic_Innkeeper.png)</div> <div class="floatleft">(http://www.mackenziecrook.com/photos/film/Ragetti_PattersonCeret6.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft">(http://www.painetworks.com/photos/hk/hk2295.JPG)</div> <div class="floatleft">(http://thumbs.dreamstime.com/x/muscular-male-portrait-ancient-warrior-23728164.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GudDmGjYIyQ/UsmEBWbzmtI/AAAAAAAAAO8/wxMIVnkeb3Q/s1600/Eduard_Gr%25C3%25BCtzner_Falstaff_mit_Zinnkanne_und_Weinglas.jpg)</div><br><br>Of the three free men, one was the rotund inn keeper, one was a slender man, features so thin that it seemed as if he’d been hollowed out, but tall, and the final man was a dark-skinned foreigner with a thick, sing-song accent and twisted, dirty-looking hair.&nbsp; <br><br>Exchanging looks, the skinny man withdrew a slender blade and pressed the tip near Gemma’s face, right above her eye. “Struggle or scream, call for your master or the giant, and we’ll take your eye, and then take what we want dearie,” the man said in a harsh whisper. The men knew Nathaniel looked confident and capable – nothing more – so they’d use caution so keep him away and fight him if he tried to make a stand. Five against one was good odds, they figured, the calculations simple.<br><br>“ ‘ere bitch, suck on mah cock,” the black skinned man said, reaching into his pants and pulling out a purple-tipped, fat slug of a cock, oversized for his frame, and slapping it down across Gemma’s mouth. “Ya be lookin’ hungry girl.”<br><br>“Yeah,” the Inn Keep added, “For all the cum in the world.” <br><br>And all the horrible men laughed.<br><br>Upstairs, in his room, Nathaniel sat with his eyes closed in meditation, watching the events, ready to do what he must to preserve Gemma’s innocence and save her life – but holding back until such was required. This would be another lesson, a harsher one, but one that must occur regardless. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astira</strong> on <strong>24-06-2014, 03:42:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://24.media.tumblr.com/cb3d74f27110c2b31636f6d75ff5b23f/tumblr_n3s3t31JiL1skt3v6o2_r1_250.png)</div>Gemma was terrified. She screamed, but it was abruptly cut off when a large, calloused hand caked with dirt and grime slapped harshly over her mouth, muffling the cries. She tried to struggle, kicking her legs and pumping her arms but they had a hold of her faster than she’d’ve thought possible in their intoxicated state. “Mmmrnphh..mmmnnph!!” she tried to yell, but then a sharp dagger was suddenly pressed against her upper eye. She froze in fear.<br><br>The threat was now very real and it went far beyond physical. Gemma’s lower lip trembled as she stared at the large men surrounding her. Her skirts had raised in her kicking, revealing her creamy thighs and toned calves. Her bodice was askew, revealing part of her left breast, a bit of the dark pink areola peaking out over the top. And her hair looked like a rat’s nest with tangles and curls alike. Her body arched and curved and to the men, she looked utterly ripe for the picking.<br><br>Her green eyes looked first at the man holding her ankles was large, VERY large and quite scary looking. Not as bad as Brill, but enough to make her tremble. The man holding the knife was as skinny as a skeleton and looked equally frightening, and…did he have a fake eye? Gemma blanched at this. Out of her peripheral she made out to fat men, ugly, old and smelly…but out of all of them, the one that terrified her the most was the man who looked as black as night. Was he a demon? Was he a cursed being? A villain? She’d never seen nor heard of something like him.<br><br>She watched fearfully as the midnight-man yanked open his breeches and pulled out an enormous appendage. At first, she’d thought (rather ridiculously) that it was a third leg…but it was a cock just like Brill and Nathaniel’s. She made a squeaking noise and tried to shake away from him, but the hot, smelly thing was slapped across her lips.<br><br>She’d’ve continued to look away, to avoid any touch or contact with it as she prayed for Nathaniel to come down and save her…except that when the midnight-man dangled his thingy against her mouth, something moist seeped out and between her lips. Against her wishes, she’d tasted it and her eyes widened, body freezing. To a man dying of thirst, dirty water was STILL water and they would gladly drink it.<br><br>So to Gemma, this was the same….and slowly, very reluctantly, she turned back to look at the appendage and more specifically, the white stuff at the end. Still frightened as a rabbit, she shakily parted her lips…
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>28-06-2014, 00:36:58</strong>
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				“Ah, see. The little bitch loves the cock,” the black man said, laughing down at the girl, shoving his disgusting cock further between his lips. “Shit man, her fucking mouth feels like it was made for this…” He trailed off, letting out a surprised moan as just a few drops of his thick, creamy seed rewarded Gemma’s suction. <br><br>The skinny man looked down Gemma’s body, clearly considering fucking the girl, but for some odd reason decided it would be a bad idea and reached out, tugging at the girl’s top until her breasts were fully exposed. “Holy shit, those knockers are positively glamorous!” he exclaimed, reaching out both of his skinny, stick-like hands to manhandle both.<br><br>“Fuck you, mother fucker,” the inn keeper said, shifting on the other side of the table and knocking the skinny man’s hand away from one. Gemma’s globes had grown large enough that both of the skinny fellow’s mitts just barely encompassed it anyway, although the inn keeper was another story. His dirty, grime-encrusted hand fondled inexpertly, tweaking and tugging at her nipple as his other traveled down, straying below her navel to feel at the velvety goods below. Also, for some odd reason, not trying to penetrate the girl’s entrance. <br><br>“Hurry up and fuck her face,” the muscular man said, growing rapidly inpatient and so profoundly aroused that his erection – nearly a baseball bat worth of cockmeat – was straining at his trousers. “If we’re not going to do anything else fun, let’s give this bitch enough cum to last her a while.” He laughed, wondering where the idea that he wouldn’t be fucking her had come from, even as the others joined in. They seemed to agree that not fucking her (at least in one way) was just fine. <br><br>Upstairs, Nathaniel smiled. Influencing the men had proven laughably easy. Now, then, to see how Gemma handled the scenario. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astira</strong> on <strong>28-06-2014, 02:09:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://24.media.tumblr.com/cb3d74f27110c2b31636f6d75ff5b23f/tumblr_n3s3t31JiL1skt3v6o2_r1_250.png)</div>She flushed bright red at being made to sound like she was desperate for cock, that she was an expert at it. The truth was, she’d only done it once. She was clumsy and awkward, she knew. But the minuted the globby, thick liquid hit her skin, she had to have more. The trouble was, it tasted horrible! She winced and made a sour face, hating the taste and doubly hating that she craved it, needed it…she’d die without it! So as if it were a straw, she sucked and sucked, rewarded with more dollops of the foul cream.<br><br>Someone grabbed her bouncy tits, shoving the fabric down to release the buoyant flesh. Her light pink, rosy nipples were hard and sticking out half an inch, begging to be plucked, succeed, bitten, groped. She felt her pussy weep with arousal in tandem with the weeping of her eyes. She hated this. She hated feeling their grubby, dirty hands touching her in her private places. It grossed her out and yet her body was traitorous to their demands, forcing her to leak her juices and stain her skirts. <br><br>The fat inn keeper shoved the man who held her tits out of the way and took one in his rough hands, bruising them and she yelped, the sound muffled behind the dark man’s cock. She vaguely heard the men say they wouldn’t fuck her, but she couldn’t bring herself to believe that. Another hand was petting nastily between her thighs and she squirmed, clenching her thighs and shaking her head. He shouldn’t touch her there! That was bad! Nasty! Nathaniel wouldn’t like it! <br><br>The big man gruffly egged the dark man on and he pummeled into her poor abused mouth. Her saliva slobbered over his dick, combined with the white substance making his thrusting into her mouth easy and fast. Before long, he exploded in her mouth with a loud groan and her cheeks bulged with his spew of hot cum. She gulped it down greedily, as fast as she could…both needing her thirst quenched and deathly afraid of choking or drowning. It was disgusting! He tasted awful! She was sobbing when he pulled out with a loud pop, a string of slimy saliva-mixed cum pulling from her mouth to land in a gooey strand down her chin. She coughed weakly, a few sticky bubbles choking her a little but she was able to keep it down. She needed more….she had to be quenched. It was unbearable! Barely sated!<br><br>Blindly, she reached out for the next one, hating herself for the need, but not strong enough to resist. She cried, shifting a little in her position to try and put some pressure on her pulsing pussy. What would Nathaniel see if he came down right now? Or worse, in a quarter hour? She’d be covered in white stuff, bruised and red…and with a belly full of cum. He’d hate her. He’d never want her again. The thought made her whimper and wail as she reached for the next cock.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>30-06-2014, 19:12:28</strong>
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				The dark-skinned man’s explosion seemed to calm him down a little, and he withdrew slowly, his serpent softening as he did and leaving a long trail of cum and saliva across Gemma’s lips, cheek and forehead. Laughing at the sight, a dry raspy chuckle that held just enough animosity in it to be threatening, the man who had just fucked her face stepped to the side and grabbed her arms, freeing the fat man to indulge as well.<br><br>“Free mouth,” the skinny man called out, practically capering into position for his turn, but the fat, jolly-looking man who’d been holding her wrists reached out and slapped the other fellow hard enough to knock him to the floor. <br><br>“Skinny fuck goes next, I’ve been holding her down while you have your fun.” For as jovial as his mien suggested, this new fellow was quite dour as he unlaced his trousers – sausage-thick fingers, all fat with not an iota of muscle on him, working to pull out a truly tiny dick. Smashing his belly onto Gemma’s face, the weight and disgusting scent of it pushing against her cheek and nostrils, he half-hoisted himself onto the table in order to find the leverage he needed to shove all three inches between her lips. Unlike the previous fellow, this one was too short to actually fuck her face and get the friction needed to cum. She’d have to work at it.<br><br>“Suck my fucking cock, worthless little whore,” the man atop her face said, panting, florid face flushed red with effort, drink, and desire.<br><br>Meanwhile, the man holding Gemma’s legs murmured, “Not cunt, but ass. That sounds delicious.” As soon as he said the words, the skinny man – now on his feet again, quickly slipped down and palmed a hand between Gemma’s thighs, finger digging into her ass with relentless desire. “Fuck yes. You can have her mouth old man, I want this!”<br><br>Exchanging a look with the muscular fellow – who seemed inclined to be patient – the skinny one grabbed one of Gemma’s ankles, exchanging holds with his friend, and moved between her thighs, long pencil cock already out, the tip tickling at the girl’s clenched ass. If either man struggled at all with her attempts to clamp her thighs together, it didn’t show; they were just too old, too strong, too experienced.<br><br>This was going to happen. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astira</strong> on <strong>01-07-2014, 21:18:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://24.media.tumblr.com/cb3d74f27110c2b31636f6d75ff5b23f/tumblr_n3s3t31JiL1skt3v6o2_r1_250.png)</div>She felt her arms being handed over to someone else and she struggled weakly. She had to get out of here. She needed to quench her thirst, yes…but she knew that something terrible was bound to happen if she wasn’t careful. She begged for Nathaniel to come to her aid, to rescue her and hold her while she sobbed in his arms. This terrible, scary men were hurting her, violating her. She had to get out, so Gemma struggled, but it was like a fly trying to flee a spider’s web. She was weak and feeble compared to the men that surrounded her.<br><br>A huge, hulking shape came into her line of vision and she had a moment to react, eyes widening in surprise and tensing for a more violent struggle (that would never come) before a gargantuan belly covered her face, muffling her sobs and rasping protests. The huge man had the smallest dick she’d seen yet and she felt utterly repulsed by it. She clamped her lips shut, refusing to take him. But her need for air was too strong, suffocated as she was beneath the sweaty, fat paunch of his gut. She gasped and he somehow, managed to shove part of him in. But he didn’t move. She tried to reject him, to push him out with her tongue…but a small drop of liquid hit her tastebuds and again, she was lost. She had to extract more. It was even more disgusting that the dark man’s liquid. This one was putrid and foul and tasted rotten….but she was so thirsty! Something was better than nothing…and that pathetic thought had her crying harder as her mouth worked him the best she could, utterly disgusted and ashamed of herself.<br><br>Under the man’s fat like she was, she could only barely hear the muffled words of the men around her. She nearly jumped with surprise when someone’s hand went between her thick, soft thighs, petting her before parting her ass cheeks. It dawned on her with horror what they meant to do. She began to struggle harder, trying to clench her thighs shut, to keep whoever was there away from her poor abused hole, still sore from Brill’s attentions. No! They couldn’t take her there! That wasn’t their’s! That was wrong! It was disgusting!<br><br>She felt something long and as wide as two fingers position at her entrance and she tried harder to push away from him. Her struggles moved her mouth around the tiny dick even more, the friction clearly enhanced and becoming too much for the fat man sp that within moments, he was spurting tiny dollops into her mouth. It was barely more than a mouthful. He grunted, pushing his belly into her more and she felt her air supply cut off. Someone was yelling to keep her still and she felt the stiff appendage at her hole shift a little. Her thrashing became frantic and suddenly they seemed to realize why before the gut on her face was abruptly shoved off. <br><br>“Ye fat fuck. Nearly killed our toy!” the dark man said. The fat man stumbled and fell into a table, but he seems not to care. He had a look of bliss on his face as if cumming wasn’t something that happened to him often.<br><br>Gemma gasped for life-giving air, her back arching a little with the effort, shoving her bouncy tits into the air as if in offering. She wasted no time in screaming, some of the residue milky substance dribbling down her chin. “No! Please don’t! You can’t take that…that part!” She screeched, tears streaming down her face even as she looked around almost eagerly for the next cock to sate her needs. The large, muscled man hooked his eyes on her face and moved around the table almost predatorily. She yelped suddenly when she was whacked across the face hard enough to split her lip and put her in shock. Her screaming cut off abruptly, replacing it with hard breathing and silent tears as she tried to recover. <br><br>It was all the skinny man needed before he shoved his long prick inside her. Gemma cried out in pain, having not been properly prepared or had her hole slickened. It burned! Her wail was almost immediately muffled when the muscled man took that moment and shoved the thickest cock possible (for a human) inside her abused mouth. “Nnnnrff! Mmmnnphh…nerrrgph!! Ehhmmph..” she was mute save for the throaty sounds now stuck there, a fat, hot bludgeon of meat ramming down her throat and forcing itself past her gag reflex so she had to deep throat him or choke. Her slender neck bulge obscenely and her eyes began to water from the pressure. She had to keep herself calm lest she choke or panic.<br><br>The surprise of the cock in her mouth momentarily made her forget the one in her ass until he began pummeling her. The first strokes were dry and hurt, but he was weeping so much fluid that soon she was slick and her hole was accepting him eagerly. She was even beginning to feel pleasure, her own juices beginning to swirl, but only a little. She hated it. Didn’t want to enjoy it. Her body was betraying her. But the cock in her mouth…ohhh. He was spitting cum inside her throat, but he hadn’t climaxed yet. It was incredible and filling her…though it still didn’t taste great, it wasn’t horrible. Out of all of them, she supposed his was least awful.<br><br>Still…where was Nathaniel? Would he not come to her? She was slowly resigning herself to hopelessness the more her body was violated. He wouldn’t come…she didn’t deserve to be saved. She must have done something to displease him. Perhaps this is what she was meant to have…
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>03-07-2014, 20:30:19</strong>
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				He came like a lightning storm, his voice as tenebrous and weighty as all the darkness between the stars. “What do you think you are doing to my ward?” The words echoed off the walls, even as the muscular man’s impending orgasm rewarded Gemma with additional sweets. Shocked by the sound, the volume if nothing else, the group of rapists paused in their pleasuring and looked, shifting enough for Gemma to see.<br><br>Nathaniel looked drenched, as if he’d just stepped from the tub and was naked, his body on display as though he thought nothing of it at all, the slight dusting of hair on his chest and the thatch around his soft, dangling prick contrasting with his caramel skin. Extending a hand and barking a few words of power, Nathaniel commanded the wind.<br><br>And the wind obeyed, slapping aside the men, one and then another, as if they were bowling pins. “Brill,” Nathaniel called as his magic tore into the men, cruel and fierce. As if by magic, Brill appeared in the tavern door, the giant blinking owlishly as Nathaniel gestured at the men his magic was abusing. “These men have violated my ward. Deal with them.” <br><br>Brill shifted into the room even as Nathaniel’s magical spell came to an end, leaving most of the men dazed. All but the skinny one and the juggernaut with the still-hard cock who’d held onto Gemma during the episode. The skinny fellow ran toward the door, thinking to outmaneuver the ponderous, slow-looking Brill, only to receive a rather horrific and brief shock as Brill’s fist came down atop the crown of the man’s head with bone crunching force.<br><br>The muscular man, meanwhile, fished around for a dagger and held it at Gemma’s throat, his cock still brushing her cheek. “Another move and I slit her throat,” he warned, voice low and wicked. “I just want to finish, and then I’ll go.”<br><br>Nathaniel stood there, quietly raging. In truth, he’d seen things escalating and arranged for his appearance in a matter of seconds, awakened Brill with a remote command and stormed onto the scene just as things had gone out of hand. One of the men had *struck* Gemma. That was absolutely not part of this lesson. Now, a new turn: what to do with the man threatening his ward’s life?<br><br>Ignoring the man, Nathaniel looked down at his traumatized Gemma, murmured softly, “You’ll be fine darling. Just give me one minute to turn this man’s stomach inside out, alright?” His voice was warm, reassuring, and as final as the end of time. Nathaniel *would* mete death to these horrible men and avenge his beloved Gemma. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astira</strong> on <strong>03-07-2014, 21:13:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://24.media.tumblr.com/cb3d74f27110c2b31636f6d75ff5b23f/tumblr_n3s3t31JiL1skt3v6o2_r1_250.png)</div>A voice boomed in dingy inn as Gemma heard someone yell. Through her wet vision, she made out a familiar shape. It was Natheniel. Her tears came fresh as she looked at him pleadingly, begging him to save her, that she was frightened and hurt and scared like a rabbit. She sobbed into the dick stuffed in her mouth, one hand having broken free to reach for him weakly. She barely noticed the fury on his face or his nudity…she was too relieved and ashamed. Relief for his presence, but shame that he saw her like this. She felt utterly dirty and violated, like she desperately needed to be scrubbed inside and out.<br><br>There was a blast of hot wind and she winced as the hands on her and the cock inside her ass abruptly vacated, nails scratching her in their haste and the cock hitting her in an odd angle that also made her yelp. She winced and curled a littler, looking pathetic and whimpering like the small child she was.<br><br>There were more shots and thumps as the men around her scrambled, but Gemma didn’t move. The large, muscled man was still beside her head, cock mushing into her cheek obscenely and wetting it with his precum. She wrinkled her nose and tried to pull away when suddenly she felt something cool at her throat. <em>“Another move and I slit her throat. I just want to finish, and then I’ll go.”</em> Pressure was applied and she yelped loudly, the blade biting into her porcelain skin at her neck enough to draw a thin line of blood.<br><br>Her lip trembled with nothing but fear now, her thirst temporarily overcome by such anxiety. <em>“You’ll be fine darling. Just give me one minute to turn this man’s stomach inside out, alright?”</em><br><br>She whimpered. “Nathaniel, please!” She cried. “I’m so-mmnnrph!!” She was cut off when the muscled man shoved his prick back inside her abused mouth and with reckless abandon, fucked her throat <em>hard</em>. Her whole body bounced and jiggled before Nathaniel, her throat bulging once more. She squeaked and cried, shutting her eyes and praying for it to be over soon.<br><br>The man grunted a deep, guttural moan and her eyes widened considerably as she felt a torrent of his milky stuff dump into her belly. Unlike the other men, however, he didn’t finish quickly. He kept pushing more and more into her, stuffing her little belly full of his seed. She felt it swish and expand in her belly, but for some reason, she wasn’t full like she thought she’d become. And her thirst was still there. How could that be!? It was so much! Why wasn’t she full? She felt heavy, but that was it! <br><br>Gemma’s hands fumblingly went to her stomach in reaction and her poor eyes widened even more and she began to kick and struggle when she felt a pudgy bulge there, soft and squishy to the touch that hadn’t been there before. He kept pumping more into her and she felt the bump bulge out more and realized….it was his cum! Nooo!! No This was terrible!! She was…was….getting a belly!! She turned bright red and more tears cascaded down her cheeks as the man finally, <em>finally</em> slowed down, then pulled out with a loud, audible ‘pop’. <br><br>Gemma’s mouth was so sore, she couldn’t close it. Cum and saliva leaked and dribbled down her chin and cheek, into her hair in strings and across her eye and over her neck. She was breathing hard and muffled gasps and hiccups from her crying occasionally broke the silence as she cradled her (kinda cute) tummy, puffy and lightly bloated with so much of the men’s cum. <br><br>…and still, she wanted more. It made her want to scream and cry in frustration.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>05-07-2014, 02:37:26</strong>
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				Nathaniel waited for the big man to finish, partially knowing it would add to the humiliation and partially *truly* fearful for his ward’s life. When the muscular thug did (and with surprising results), Nathaniel felt an idea stir. A significant portion of his arcane knowledge was derived from curses and dark magic; years studying the curse on Gemma had specialized him far beyond where he’d been prior to his discovery of the mutagenic spell that had reduced his apparent age. Now was an opportunity for a rather unique and horrible spell.<br><br>Extending a hand toward the offending man, specifically towards his sac, Nathaniel murmured words that sounded as if spoken with a mouthful of glass. The horrific spell came alive, tightening the man’s balls and lifting him to his tip-toes, drawing an unexpected cry from him. Then, clutching his fist, Nathaniel made a yanking motion, more words flowing. The man’s sac appeared to…empty. The balls vanished, the skin shriveled and the man, gasping in pain and retching, fell to his knees. <br><br>Subtly, so subtly that it would probably take another spellcaster to notice, Nathaniel’s sac adjusted in weight. He’d stolen the man’s capacity to climax – augmented his own at the cost of the man’s balls. A significantly more fitting punishment for the man than simply killing him.<br><br>“Brill, carry this man outside,” Nathaniel ordered, looking around. A few of the violators were still alive. Inspired by the idea of stealing the vitality of one and giving it to another, Nathaniel extended his hands, fingers pointing. More words came, horrible sounding words of loathing and hate and judgment. The men, unconscious or in the process of dying, writhed as Nathaniel jerked crucial elements from their bodies.<br><br>From two of the men, the lustier ones, he stole their ability to ever feel desire again, bottling that energy up in a complicated spell that formed a tattoo along Nathaniel’s abdomen. From the other two, he stole their ability to heal and funneled the energy directly into Gemma, empowering the spells he’d laid upon her to quicken her healing. This wouldn’t be a long-term transfer – once the two men died, it would be over – but the jolt of energy would amplify the healing significantly. <br><br>That done, the terrible and horrifying Nathaniel padded down the stairs and went to Gemma, wrapping his arms around her body and pulling her into his tight embrace. His first words soft, gentle, soothing, “You’ve done nothing wrong, my child. I love you.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astira</strong> on <strong>05-07-2014, 02:55:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://24.media.tumblr.com/cb3d74f27110c2b31636f6d75ff5b23f/tumblr_n3s3t31JiL1skt3v6o2_r1_250.png)</div>Gemma heard someone cry loudly and painfully, but it was muffled to her ears, she was too involved with what had happened. With crying and feeling sore and hurt. Her lip throbbed and she tasted metallic blood on her tongue. She whimpered and shivered, trying to kick down her skirts, feebly trying to cover herself. <br><br>Why had this happened? Why did Nathaniel not come sooner? Hadn’t he heard her screaming? Maybe he was punishing her for something she did and again, she began to think she’d somehow deserved it. Her belly felt heavy, but not full and she felt the thirst creeping up on her yet again. She groaned and wept more, wishing for the thirst to leave. To be gone once and for all. But….she knew then that only Nathaniel could help her. Cure her. There was some more scuffling and screams, but Gemma didn’t care. She heard someone speak, but didn’t hear what they’d said.<br><br>And then she felt a strong, familiar embrace curl around her with heat and tenderness. Her red puffy eyes turned towards him and seeing Nathaniel’s face made her cry more. Despite not understanding why he hadn’t come sooner, she still curled in on him instantly. “Oh Nathanielllll!” she sobbed, turning her tear-soaked face into his bare chest. “I’m…I’m s-sorry! I love you too! And I’m s-so s-sorry….I d-didn’t mean t-to” she wailed. “I was j-just so th-thirsty,” she cried. Her red hair beginning to dampen, the dried cum-stains wetting again. “I l-love you, please never…never leave me…it’s scary here….”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>05-07-2014, 03:04:23</strong>
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				Nathaniel was still wet, still naked, as he took Gemma up in his arms and carried her up the stairs. Wordlessly, he nudged open the door to the washing chamber – it was located at the far end of the hall and reinforced with steel bands. The oak was thick too, perhaps thick enough that Nathaniel (if he’d been in the room the whole time), wouldn’t have heard. The big iron tub was old and a little corroded around the edges of the clawed feet, but surprisingly nice.<br><br>Without removing her clothes, Nathaniel lowered Gemma into the waters and whispered a few words, warming them. Soap – wet, as if from recent use – lay nearby and he added a chunk to the water, stirring it about her as he cooed. “I won’t baby. I am so sorry. I can’t believe those men would try such a thing. Not with Brill and me here.” He glanced at the door, as if thinking that perhaps the men had known he wouldn’t have been able to hear their acts through the thick wood.<br><br>“I am so sorry. Men are cruel and some can be so evil. But I’m here now. Let me soothe you,” he said the words softly, soothingly as he stirred the water with his fingers, saturating it with cleansing magic. It wouldn’t do for any of the men to have tainted the girl – not that her reinforced body would have allowed that to happen anyway. “You aren’t allowed to feel guilt or shame over what those men did, baby. Let it be a lesson, but not a permanent scar. Sex is good and fun and right. That was rape. It was entirely different from sex.” Concern colored his voice now, and it wasn’t very clear whether or not Nathaniel was deliberately prodding her curse or not, but subconsciously he was probably working with it to reduce the emotional trauma his poor ward was suffering. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astira</strong> on <strong>05-07-2014, 03:24:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://24.media.tumblr.com/cb3d74f27110c2b31636f6d75ff5b23f/tumblr_n3s3t31JiL1skt3v6o2_r1_250.png)</div>Gemma clung to Nathaniel, pressing her body in to his and never wanting to let go. She felt him moving, going up the stairs perhaps or moving somewhere. She couldn’t see and she didn’t really care. Nathaniel was holding her again and everything would be better. After a moment though, she chanced a look and saw just as he entered a room and shut a thick door behind them. Their room, she realized. Maybe he HADN’T heard her after all…<br><br>Gemma felt him shift and looked around to see they’d enter the bathing chamber and he was now lowering her into a tub of water. She clung to him for a moment, not wanting to let go…but he seemed to want her to release, so she reluctantly did. The water soaked her clothing instantly and she belatedly took off the cloak slowly and laid it over the lip of the tub. She was naked now, bare before him and bruised. The water warmed as he touched it and Gemma found she couldn’t look at him. He soothed her with his words, saying he wouldn’t leave….and she nodded, sniffing a little as she wrapped her arms around&nbsp; her stomach. She made no effort to move or wash herself.<br><br>The curse recognized a command and she slowly began to feel less guilt and shame, but it was still there. Again, she nodded, but it was a little unconvincing. “I don’t like that kind of….of s-sex. Rape. You won’t let it happen again, will you?” she asked softly. “And I don’t…understand…” she whispered softly. “Did I do something that I needed to be taught a lesson?” she looked up at him with shining, wide blue eyes, trusting and innocent. “Maybe if you….taught me what GOOD sex is…too…?”<br><br>Once again she was full of questions, out of order and disoriented, but she was too frazzled to really know or care. “Nathaniel I’m still thirsty too…” she was bursting with so much to say and ask….she couldn’t order her thoughts. Her pink nipples grew more erect and peeped above the surface of the water. The grime and dry cum washing away, her white skin becoming clean and luminous again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>05-07-2014, 03:31:09</strong>
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				Nathaniel smiled at her, a warm thing filled with paternal emotions and softness. Shifting his hands along the contours of her body, gentle wherever those horrible men had been harsh, coaxing where those men had been brutal, familiar where those men had been strangers. He cleaned his young ward with his hands and a rough piece of cloth that he used tenderly, pausing after he’d finished contemplating her words.<br><br>“You’d like me to teach you and take care of you?” He smiled as he said the words, softening any accusation that she might have heard in the words. One of his hands drifted down, between her thighs and the pad of his thumb caressed the apex he found, the sex that had not been brutalized or taken thus far – a sacred space, reserved for the sort of experience that would awaken Gemma to Nathaniel in a way that could never be broken. It was this experience, drawn out and organized properly, that Nathaniel had allowed so much to happen thus far.<br><br>Leaning in, Nathaniel pressed his mouth against Gemma’s, his kiss simple and tender and hinting at true passion withheld out of consideration for the girl’s bruised emotions. “If you’d like that, you must ask me to make love to you, darling. For that is what people who love each other do.” His finger caressed lower, easing around the girl’s opening, even as he searched her face. He recognized her thirst and would address it soon. But first, the firmament must be readied. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astira</strong> on <strong>05-07-2014, 03:43:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://24.media.tumblr.com/cb3d74f27110c2b31636f6d75ff5b23f/tumblr_n3s3t31JiL1skt3v6o2_r1_250.png)</div>He stroked her, touched her…he gently wiped away everything on her, the tears, the cum, the bad emotions, the touch of the bad men…and replaced it with his. New feelings, warm and soft created with anger and greed had been. She relaxed under his ministrations, hands lowering and she leaned back on tub. She nodded. “You always teach me. I like you teaching me…taking care of me…” she gave him a shy smile. She felt heat sweep over her, concentrating in her cheeks a little as her eyes swept down the part of his body she could see. <br><br>She bit her lip when his hand went between her thighs and touched her there. She gently raised her hips, telling him she liked it inadvertently. She was all sounds and soft coos. “Ohhhh…” she breathed, eyes closing. That was when she felt something warm and soft press against her lips. She opened her eyes, briefly startled and found Nathaniel was kissing her. She melted under his lips and sighed pleasantly. Warmth surged inside her, making her pulse and utterly crave him. He pulled away and she whined a little. “Nathaniel….”<br><br><em>“If you’d like that, you must ask me to make love to you, darling. For that is what people who love each other do.”</em><br><br>Make love….she’d read that term somewhere before. One of her fantasy books, she thought. It was when two people madly in love showed they cared for one another by being intimate. The man put his cock in her pussy and….and did it. She felt nervous then. It sounded very personal and not something two people close like daddy and daughter did. She voiced this concern to Nathaniel. But not before she gasped when his finger delved between her nether lips to circle the hole there. She’d never been touched there before. Was that okay?<br><br>“N-Nathaniel…I want you to…to make love to me. But…is…is that …okay? You’re my daddy almost and I’m like…your daughter….is that….bad? Or wrong? I want it…you I mean but…I’m nervous. It seems…wrong…” she said.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>05-07-2014, 03:50:03</strong>
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				Breaking their kiss, Nathaniel surveyed her face, letting his currently blue eyes peer into her soul, connecting on a fundamental level. Then, speaking gently, softly, as paternal as always, “No, what those men did to you was wrong. What we do – there isn’t anything more right in all the world.” He kissed her again, deeply, hungrily, tongue rolling across her lush lips, pressing past her teeth and dancing across hers. His fingers on her folds tightened, moved just a little faster, coaxing her bud and rolling around her opening, drawing out her body’s aching hunger. <br><br>With her bath done, body clean and cleansed, Nathaniel drew Gemma from the water, saw it glisten as it fell from her body and – at his command – run off of her flesh in a single, diamond-like sheet, leaving only her hair and eyelashes damp. Droplets like crystals framed her face as he carried her one more, this time from the tub and into his bedroom, where the bed – too small for them to lay side by side comfortably – awaited. <br><br>Laying her down upon the surprisingly comfortable mattress, Nathaniel hovered over her, hands seeking toward to send little lines of fire down the sweep of her body as he caressed around her breasts, thumbs brushing her nipples, then lower, to her pelvis. “I can be your Father and your lover. Who else can love you as I do? And who else can love me as you do?” He breathed out the words, so reasonable, so intoxicating.<br><br>And so true. Who else could love a man so horrible as Nathaniel but Gemma, raised to be his from the moment he’d been entrusted to her by her biological parents.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astira</strong> on <strong>05-07-2014, 09:18:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://24.media.tumblr.com/cb3d74f27110c2b31636f6d75ff5b23f/tumblr_n3s3t31JiL1skt3v6o2_r1_250.png)</div>Her lips parted when he pulled away, the soft red petals plump and lightly swollen from his attentions. Her eyes were becoming hazy with desire and pleasure…and he’d barely done anything to her. She even forgot about the paunch of cum she had been so self-conscious of - that’s how aroused he was making her. Not that she realized that. All she knew was the way he kissed her…nothing had ever felt so right in her life. She wanted him to ALWAYS be kissing her. To kiss her every where, ever time…it was heaven. <br><br><em>“No, what those men did to you was wrong. What we do – there isn’t anything more right in all the world.”</em><br><br>She nodded a little unevenly before his lips were back on hers, but this time they were more forceful and she gasped into his mouth, her soft body arching, pressing into his hungry mouth like a moth drawn in to the beautiful flame. His tongue laved across her lips and she squeaked, never having felt that before and not sure if she liked it. However when her lips parted in that gasp, he suddenly thrust in her mouth and she moaned. It was erotic and he tasted so good. When his fingers moved, she bucked a little, forgetting they were there. He touched a part of her that was very sensitive and she mewled against his mouth in reaction. One of her hands shot out of the water to gently curl behind his neck, needing something to cling and hold on to, afraid he’d disappear from making her feel this wonderful sensations.<br><br>He reached in and drew her out of the water, her arms automatically curling around his neck and pressing into him. She loved his touch, loved feeling his skin against hers. Then he placed her on the bed and she only stared at him with undiminished trust, innocence and hazy desire. She was an unfiltered instrument that played at his lightest touch. She didn’t hold back, she didn’t know how to hide her emotions so she wore them on her sleeve. He hovered over her, his knees caging either side of her thighs, she assumed, allowing him to trail his fingers up to her breasts where his thumbs lightly swept over the rosy nipples. She gasped, arched and closed her eyes at the electrifying touch for a moment or two before settling back down and refocusing on him. His hands (disappointingly) disappeared from her heavy breasts and she felt them caress her hips. <br><br><em>“I can be your Father and your lover. Who else can love you as I do? And who else can love me as you do?”</em><br><br>Her breath caught and she felt something inside her well up and burst with happiness. She wanted to laugh, to cry, to rejoice….he was so right! Nothing else in the world could be more right than this. When Daddies loved their daughters, what better way than to show them in the most intimate and beautiful way possible? She nodded. “Yes. You’re right. I do love you so very much Nathaniel….<em>daddy</em>.” she smiled shyly. She had never been one to call him Daddy for she felt childish and foolish…and she thought he wouldn’t like it either. But now…it seemed fitting. Though she needed to get used to it.<br><br>“Daddy I do love you so much. I want you to show me that you love me to,” one of her hands came up and gently touched his brow before sweeping down his face, over the temple, his cheek, his jaw, his chin…his lips. She gave him a dazzling smile. “I am yours forever. I want to please you and make you happy as you make me. I will deny you nothing, Nathaniel. My Daddy. If you promise to love, protect, teach and mentor me….I will be everything you want.” she tried to be as articulate and romantic as she could…telling him what was in her heart, what was true and raw and real. What she felt. She hoped it would be good enough.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>05-07-2014, 19:47:15</strong>
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				The words of his ward pleased Nathaniel, and some of that spoke to him on an emotional level. It was heartwarming to know Gemma felt the way she did, to hear her put in motion the emotions that swelled her heart, despite all that she’d been through so recently. Fundamentally, however, Nathaniel felt an incredible swell of satisfaction and success. *This* was what he’d been wanting. Not just submission, but adoration reinforced by her curse. It would cement their bond in ways that utilizing only the curse never could, or vice-versa. <br><br>Nathaniel considered reciprocating, giving Gemma soft, romantic words in turn. Decided not to, not yet. He’d shown her more tenderness, more concern, in one day than he had in a long time – perhaps forever, and he would let his actions speak to the girl’s heart and body. <br><br>Hooking his thumbs across her pelvis, applying gentle, seeking, pleasure, Nathaniel glanced down and saw the swell in her belly, read Gemma’s feelings about it in her flushed face and nervous glances. “Let this seed nourish your desire and body,” he said gently, placing one hand over her swollen stomach and urging his magic and the power of the curse to interact in harmony. It was difficult to do, but in some things the curse became a tool unlike any other, could transform even impossible magic into something merely improbable. <br><br>Mystical power filled the sperm in Gemma’s stomach as Nathaniel let his fingers sweep down from her hips to her core, his digits dancing across the folds of her skin, teasing the dewy petals into fullness as he looked into her eyes and waited, watched for the moment when her desire was beginning to peak. The pad of his thumb wove a spell, although not a magical one, around her opening, another digit dancing across the skin below as he murmured, “Tell me how you feel, my darling. Tell me how you ache and yearn. Reveal to me what needs throb within you and feel no shame for being mine.” No doubt the curse wouldn’t even need to react to this, as the handsome, hovering man, drew need from the little girl as surely as water from a well. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astira</strong> on <strong>05-07-2014, 20:05:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://24.media.tumblr.com/cb3d74f27110c2b31636f6d75ff5b23f/tumblr_n3s3t31JiL1skt3v6o2_r1_250.png)</div>Gemma waited for him to speak, to say something to what she’d said, but he was silent. That made her nervous and a little self-doubting. Did he not like what she’d said? Did he think it was too much? Maybe he didn’t want her as badly as she did him…?<br><br>But then his thumbs drew across her pelvis and she forgot everything. His touch was so tender and in such opposition to the bad men that all negative feelings were simply washed away. She was safe here in his arms, beneath him where she belonged, his masculine, perfect body hovering over hers. She watched him through hooded eyes and saw his gaze drawn to the belly she’d gotten from all the cum. She flushed horribly and winced, feeling very VERY self conscious of it. She hated fat…any kind of fat…it was horrible and made her look gross, she thought.<br><br>But when he spoke those words and placed a hand on her stomach (which she twitched at some) were soothing and she watched as her belly flattened back to it’s original state. She didn’t notice her bum and breasts swell a little (just a fraction) at his command. “Oh, thank you. I want my body perfect for you Nathaniel,” she leaned up and kissed his nose sweetly. “Do with it what you will. I trust you,” she said, knowing with his magic he could change things back. Plus she wanted him to know he had her completely. Just as she expected to have him.<br><br>His hands then flitted down to her girlish cunny and touched her. Her thighs parted and she pushed her hips up, one hand clutching his forearm as the other grabbed at the bed sheets. He toyed and teased her and she was whimpering with the heat she was stoking. <br><br>“I…I feel…hot. And…and wet!” she gasped. “I am yours and....and I want you to revel in my body however you want. Right now...I feel empty…like I want something in me to feel…complete?” she blushed and looked at him as if wondering if what she said made any sense. “Daddy, can you help me be complete? I…I want you to…make me feel good. I want you to stick your….your….cock,” she said the word with shyness and embarrassment, the word sounding lewd from her lips. “…in my little hole. I think that would help me.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>05-07-2014, 20:15:20</strong>
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				Nathaniel’s hands fell away and pressed down on the bed, allowing him to smoothly roll his body into position between Gemma’s spread legs. Reaching down, he gently pulled her legs further apart and then pressed a palm to her stomach, murmuring a few words. The curvaceous girl’s ass cheeks swelled then, ripening yet still firm, lifting her pelvis up high enough to make the angle of what he intended far easier than normal, given their height differences. <br><br>“You give your body to me?” Nathaniel said softly, shifting his hips forward, between her thighs. Letting her watch as he reached down and gripped his oversized manhood, resting the mushroom tip against her apex and allowing her to feel him stroking it. The vibration rolled through the vulnerable girl, and she could easily see how each stroke seemed to make him bigger, despite the fact that he was already fully erect. More magic. The heavy sac beneath that growing manhood, now augmented with a new capacity, grew even more swollen as he stroked himself, teasing his ward with proximity and contact. <br><br>“You give all of yourself to me?” he asked, as if intoning the words to some sacred ritual. Indeed, the air around them seemed to heat, and then swirl – dissipating some of the warmth, but interacting with whatever ritual Nathaniel was preparing to enact. The wind rustled the heavy, course curtains covering the window, set the single candle illuminating the room to fluttering, cast shadows of their forms against the wall – silhouettes that danced&nbsp; erotically, as if Nathaniel was already inside her, pulsing in time with the flick-flick-flicks of the dancing flame.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astira</strong> on <strong>05-07-2014, 20:27:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://24.media.tumblr.com/cb3d74f27110c2b31636f6d75ff5b23f/tumblr_n3s3t31JiL1skt3v6o2_r1_250.png)</div>Gemma felt him sift and like a wave, she rolled and arched her body up into his, wanting to feel him on her, in her…everywhere. He reached down between them and parted her legs further. She eagerly complied, wanting to do whatever he wished. Then his hand came to her stomach and she heard him murmur something in a different language. Her hips rose a little and she felt like something had been placed under her ass. she frowned, not understanding what he’d done, but she wasn’t concerned. Nathaniel would never harm her.<br><br><em>“You give your body to me?”</em><br><br>His voice was smooth as honey to her ears and she reveled in it. She nodded ardently. “Yes. Yes it is. It always has been. You know how to touch me and make me feel good. I want you to always do that. Whatever you want. I promise!” her eyes fluttered closed a moment, then she dropped her gaze back down to his hips. She saw his cock. It was bigger than the muscle man’s cock by quite a lot. Her mouth began to water as did her pussy. He placed the huge head at her puffy lips and she lightly ground in to him. “Pleeeeease,” she whimpered softly, eyes glued to the monster. She was addicted to his cock. So much so that as he rolled his hips and gently nudged her with the hot skin, she though she saw it swell larger.<br><br>Her eyes widened when she realized she wasn’t imagining things. He WAS getting larger. And his balls, the soft round things seemed to swell and grow heavy. She rolled her eyes in the back of her head and moaned, her hips jerking a little. “Oh Goddddd……Daddy you’re so big. Oh I like you big, I want you bigger! Inside me! Ohhhh…” she mewled as he stroked her. She was like water, rippling and never staying still beneath him. She spread her legs as far as she could, her engorged sex wet and eager to be filled.<br><br>“I give all of me to you. I swear! Just love me and protect me and teach me…I will be your devoted daughter!” She was filled with so much desire and heat that she didn’t noticed the disturbances in the room. She was writhing beneath him, her hand still on his forearm, but her other raising to her breast to give her self some kind of pleasure. She needed it, CRAVED it. Oh Gods! And her thirst! It hit her again and she was in agony for him. “PLEASE! I’m so…th-thirsty and…I’m burning….I don’t….oh God…I need you….Nathaniel….”she whimpered.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>05-07-2014, 20:39:15</strong>
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				At the girl’s words, at the sounds of her utter relinquishment, the ritual buzzing in the air sharpened, ripened. There was one thing in the world, one true and pure and good thing – a thing that could, in the proper circumstances, elevate small magics to grand ones, and grand magics to truly legendary ones. Myth spoke of it, and although the myth was not quite factual, it had gotten one thing right: a girl’s first giving of herself conveyed almost boundless power. The “virgin’s blood” bit was bullshit – except in the cases when it wasn’t. <br><br>In this case, in this specific moment, Gemma’s virginal blood, her willing sacrifice, was sufficient for Nathaniel to do many things. Summon a legion of demons, bind one of the few remaining unicorns – or even a dragon. Acts that might have taken him years, lifetimes to accomplish, all became possible in this moment. But the moment allowed for only one such act, one magical wish.<br><br>Adjusting his massive, plumb-sized cockhead until it nestled between his ward’s velvety lips, he whispered softly, “Be mine, darling daughter,” and slowly rolled his hips forward. His off-hand came down to her entrance and magic poured into Gemma’s pelvis – making her skin capable of handling the pressure without tearing, yet *simultaneously* tightening her, until she was like a vice around his massive member. Stretching her slowly, yet so completely that the moment his throbbing, white-hot head brushed the thin veil of skin within her depths, it rent, spilling precious blood. <br><br>Immediately, Nathaniel murmured the words, used Gemma’s giving, pliant body and her sacrifice. Electricity rolled through the air, struck through Nathaniel’s body and arched his back, causing all of those delicious muscles to stand in stark relief. The jolt traveled through his flesh, into Gemma, his cock sliding forward several inches as it did, igniting her womb and stomach and sending a searing, but not painful, warmth out through her lungs and heart – touching on her adoration, her love, her desire, her sacrifice and illuminating them all in an eternal moment of unity that was transformed from an *idea* into a true, and powerful *act.*<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astira</strong> on <strong>05-07-2014, 20:54:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://24.media.tumblr.com/cb3d74f27110c2b31636f6d75ff5b23f/tumblr_n3s3t31JiL1skt3v6o2_r1_250.png)</div>Her breathing was audible. It was shallow and irregular with the anticipation of wanting him and getting him. Her hand kneaded her breast, her nail dug in to his powerful forearm as she felt his impossibly large dick poise at her impossibly small entrance. It turned her on so much. To have him fill her almost as much as Brill sent the poor girl spiraling with desire. He moved a little more and she felt her poor pussy lips stretch to accommodate the nudge of his head. Her lips! Not even her hole! “Ohhhhh….yessss….” she breathed out. <br><br>And then he whispered words that simultaneously made her heart sore and her pussy pulse. He pushed forward and she expected pain, but it didn’t come. It was a little uncomfortable, but her cunny was like a suction cup, it squeezed around him and practically pulled him inside her. Her toes curled and she felt Nathaniel’s cock… <em>Nathaniel’s</em> cock making it’s way inside her most intimate of places. She saw stars and colors burst in front of her, she was so happy. So content. She loved him so much! “Ohh moooore…” she moaned, desperate to be filled.<br><br>There was a small pinch and Gemma yelped in pain, but it was gone soon and she looked at him a little confused. It had felt like something tore in her….that didn’t sound good. “N-Nathaniel….wh-what…what happened?” she asked in her adorably innocent voice. She gasped as he slipped in further, stretching her like a taut band. “Nnnngh…oohhhhhh!” she moaned, somehow managing to look at him despite the heady sensations. “Wh-what…was that t-tearing?” She wasn’t frightened really, just curious and a little anxious. She knew he’d probably known what he was doing….but she still was ever the curious little thing.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>05-07-2014, 21:27:40</strong>
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				Body stretched in a rictus of pleasure and impossible agony due to the magic, Nathaniel’s jaws locked closed for a pulse, and then another and another, leaving his cock inside Gemma as she adjusted, grew concerned. Finally, after a subjective eternity, he could feel the magic relax, his muscles unclench. Panting, lowering his head, hair saturated with moisture from his earlier bath and now sweat, he replied in a hollow, hungry voice. “Your virginity, babygirl. You’ve delivered it to me. It was the barrier preventing me from being all the way inside you, from giving your aching body what it truly desires more than anything in the world.”<br><br>And then, pressing his hands on either side of her head, Nathaniel rolled his hips, abdomen tightening enticingly, and began force-feeding every inch of his cock into his little ward. Just a quarter of him was all it took to begin obscenely stretching her front, the outline serpentine beneath her skin as he wove into her – deeper and deeper, launching himself until he brushed against her dilated cervix and began forcing himself through that as well, the power of his magic and the curse all that could allow the moment to happen at all, much less without mind-shattering pain. Yet it came, his fat head pushing past yet another barrier until, finally, *most* of him was inside of her.<br><br>Leaning back on his ankles then, he looked down to watch his ward – impaled by a throbbing shaft easily half as wide as her pelvis. The sight of it was ecstasy to his hungry eyes. “You look so beautiful, so wonderful, on Daddy’s cock,” he murmured, flicking his gaze to Gemma’s eyes, reading her expression, even as she saw the lust and satisfaction on her mentor-father’s hard-angled face deepen.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astira</strong> on <strong>05-07-2014, 21:48:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://24.media.tumblr.com/cb3d74f27110c2b31636f6d75ff5b23f/tumblr_n3s3t31JiL1skt3v6o2_r1_250.png)</div>She felt him tense, his face tightening above her and she gingerly touched his cheek, fearful that he was in pain. She was about to ask him when he seemed to release a breath and look down at her. When he spoke, his tone of voice had her melting from the inside out. It was pure hunger….and it was for her. He told her war the barrier was and she grinned, her face aglow with pride that he had taken her. She wanted it no other way. “I’m glad it’s yours, Daddy. I’m glad you have it. My body won’t ever want anyone else.” Again she reached up and pecked a kiss on his nose and giggled, then gasped as he rolled his hips.<br><br>Her moan was throaty and loud. That feeling of being full doubling as he stuffed himself in her petite body. She was growing a bit impatient, wanting all of him to be in her NOW. She shifted her hips and bucked a little, wanting to egg him on somehow. He was sooooo big! She wanted-no, NEEDED more! She managed to look down and saw a bulge in her lower abdomen. She squealed “Oh Daddy look! I can see your cock in me! Ohhh, you own me so completely now!” she said happily.<br><br>There was another deep pressure as she felt him push into something and she furrowed her brow in discomfort, but she felt another ‘pop’ and knew he must’ve taken more of her virginity. Only now, he slid in even more and the bulge in her tummy grew. “Ohhh, I like it! I like seeing evidence of you inside me! I want more! I want you to own me Daddy. Really make me yours. I want to make you so happy!” she whimpered.<br><br>He leaned back to observe her and she saw the lust and unbridled need to devour her there. “Yes…yes I do. I like being on your cock. I want more of it. Please, Daddy! I want to make you happy! Do what you want!” she begged. “And kiss me! I want you to kiss me too! Please Daddy!!” She brought her other hand to her other breast and began pushing the large, pendulous globes of flesh together, so huge on her small frame. She was a nymph, uncontrollable in her lust and desire. She pinched her nipples and gasped, more pleasure shooting to her core.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>05-07-2014, 21:57:14</strong>
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				The expression on Nathaniel’s face turned positively bestial at her words. His big hands, so strong and calloused, wound around her ankles and he folded her in two. Now, using the leverage of her legs, thighs, and pelvis rather than holding himself up, he began rocking his hips, jerking his massive cock in and out of her tiny cunny. The slick, sloppy sounds of his movements, of him nearly turning her cunt inside out with her greedy suction, filled the room as he leaned into her, accelerating.<br><br>“Give it to me,” Nathaniel growled. “Be Daddy’s dirty little cumslut. Show me how eager you are for Daddy’s babyjuice inside your womb,” his rock hard body turned to granite as he rolled faster, balls rebounding off of her ass cheeks as he picked up the pace, leaning down, between her legs – the force angling her pelvis enough for him to practically rub her g-spot raw – and kissed her. Hard. Deeply, with unabashed, animal passion as his hips rolled into hers, the smack-smack-smack sounds of flesh impacting flesh adding to the hungry echoes of the kisses.<br><br>Leaning back again, he shifted one hand from her ankles and grabbed one of the globes of her breast, squeezing roughly until the titflesh squeezed between his fingers – his grasp hard enough to make it give like dough, and still harder, two fingers clamping together around her pink nipple, pinching so very tightly as he drove himself into her, moaning in escalating pleasure as magic tightened her down around him – her body practically demanding his orgasm inside of her. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astira</strong> on <strong>05-07-2014, 22:09:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://24.media.tumblr.com/cb3d74f27110c2b31636f6d75ff5b23f/tumblr_n3s3t31JiL1skt3v6o2_r1_250.png)</div>Her eyes widened and fluttered as his expression. He wanted her badly and she felt it like vibrating little tremors that ran all through her body. He took her ankles and shoved them up and she squealed with delight. She helped him by holding them there, grateful she was so flexible.&nbsp; She was spread so wide for him. Just two holes for him and that was it. She loved it. What wanted him to take pleasure only in her forever and ever. She was becoming obsessed and addicted and it would have been frightening if she cared. But she didn’t. <br><br>He began pistoning in and our of her and she knew it should have hurt, but it didn’t. In fact, she wanted more! She wanted to gape so wide for his cock and yet squeeze him hard to force his life-giving seed in her. To mark her insides as his forever. “Aiieeee…..Yessss!!! Daddy I’m your slut…I’m your cumbucket. I want you inside me and to never leave! I want you to fill me with your delicious white cream! I want it in every hole and I don’t want a drop wasted!! Oh PLEASE Daddy! I’ll do anything!” she moaned and squealed like a cute little piglet desperate for food, for attention. <br><br>He kissed her hard and she fiercely kissed back like a starved animal. It was clumsy but so hot in her efforts to please him. She bit his lip and thrust her tongue inside and damn-well wanted to devour him. His massive balls slapped heavy against her cushy ass and she knew bruises would be there. Daddy-love marks. She liked that.<br><br>“AAHHHHH! OH GODS YESS!” he hit a spot over and over and suddenly, she was cascading over an edge she didn’t even know she was at. She came (went?) so hard that her sloppy juices, noisy from the squelching seemed to squirt hard from her pink slit that was being used and abused raw. It splashed on his lower belly like a hose and she howled with pleasure as her body quaked. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head and her body was twitching, convulsing beneath him. She didn’t exactly know what had just happened, but it felt SOOO good! <br><br>“Oh Daddy….Oh it’s so good!” He grabbed her tit and she thrust into his hand, almost challenging him to take it all. He pinched her nipple and she squealed and whined with lust. The friction from her squirting made everything messy and wet and she loved it. She wanted more. So, so much more! She was like a starving woman getting hungry with each thrust. Insatiable she was, like a whore indeed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>06-07-2014, 23:04:42</strong>
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				Gemma’s messy orgasm only enthused Nathaniel, who went from simply pumping her little pussy to truly fucking her, rebounding in and out with thrusts that abused her body, flexed her thighs and smacked her ass with bruising force. Despite the mild discomfort from how tight his magic had made the girl, Nathaniel wanted more – the lubrication of her climax had increased everything, yet reduced the friction. Thus, more magic into the girl, re-shaping her pelvis to squeeze his oversized cock until it might have been described as made just to earn his load. <br><br>That did it. The squelching, squealing sounds of their sex and Gemma’s voice rose as Nathaniel began moaning, panting out in primal ecstasy. Deep he thrust, all the way, stuffing Gemma’s belly until it looked like she was pregnant with twins – and then he came, the torrent so powerful that it made impressions on the underside of her skin, the hose-like force unstoppable as her augmented pussy clamped down and forced it out with far more pressure than normal. <br><br>Unlike Brill or the other men Gemma had played with, Nathaniel’s erection did not seem about to wane, nor did he stop moving – as he came, his hips continued to roll, stuffing so much of his seed into her that the very volume of it began limiting the space he had to work with. Not that he minded. Working his way out slowly, with rebounding, squelching thrusts, Nathaniel sat back on his hands, leaving himself exposed, cock covered in mingled juices – no trace of blood on the shaft now.<br><br>“More,” he said, sounding impatient and greedy. “Come suck your Daddy’s cock. Earn more of his cum with your hungry little mouth.” The scent of their mingled lust filled the room, their climaxes drenching the bet, yet Nathaniel seemed unquenched – the first orgasm just an appetizer. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astira</strong> on <strong>08-07-2014, 00:01:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://24.media.tumblr.com/cb3d74f27110c2b31636f6d75ff5b23f/tumblr_n3s3t31JiL1skt3v6o2_r1_250.png)</div>She must have said something right for he began to siphon into her with bruising force. She could already feel the small contusions forming sorely on her skin from how solidly he was pushing in to her. It frightened her a little, how rough he was being…but she was also too turned on to tell him to stop. And she honestly wanted him to take his pleasure….she loved him absolutely and if that meant abusing her cunny until she was bruised, then she was happy to provide that for him.<br><br>Suddenly she felt her channel somehow tighten, squeezing his cock like a vice and she squealed with both discomfort and surprise. How had that happened though? Did he do that? Or maybe….maybe he’d made his cock BIGGER inside her? That thought drove away any mild pain and she felt herself gush. Oooh, bigger Nathaniel would be gooood, she thought to herself.<br><br>And then with an animalistic groan that made her whole body quake with pleasure and arousal, he thrust deep inside her belly and she saw it bulge up around his thick cock, far too huge to be realistic and yet there it was. She saw it in her belly and she became wild with addiction for that image. Just as she reached out to touch him through her soft belly, she felt something inside her began to leak. No…not leak. She glanced at Nathaniel and saw the sheer ecstasy on his face before her guts were flooded with hot, incredibly thick, sticky white cream. <br><br>Gemma would have arched but he still had her knees up impossibly high so her thighs and ass were spread lewdly and her bulging belly was framed between her thick, soft legs. He pumped and pumped and Gemma was becoming delirious with the incredible feeling of his cream pushing inside her. “Ah, ah, ah, ah…Nathaniellll!!! Yesss! MORE! I need more of your creamy stuff! Please! I NEEEEEED it!” she whimpered and begged.<br><br>Abruptly, he let her legs down and pulled out, wet suction noises letting him know she didn’t want him to leave.&nbsp; Gemma gave him a pleading, horrified look. “No! Don’t pull out! Your white stuff won’t stay in!” She clamped her pussy hard, hoping to keep the torrent of cum inside her. But when he growled at her in a thick, low voice full of dark desire and lust, demanding more…she was up on her knees and crawling towards him with an eager, innocent look in her eye. She nodded at him. “Yes Daddy…Please….I’m no where near full! I’m so hungry for you….I need you!” She begged, coming to sit on her knees in front of him, her small frame dwarfed by his larger one.<br><br>His cock was slimy and wet looking but to her it looked like the most delicious ice-cream pop. Her eyes grew large with delight and she looked at him desperately. “Daddy, I want to take all of you. But…but…” she sniffed and looked down a little self-conscious and ashamed. “But my….my mouth and th-throat are too small! Can you maybe….maybe use your magic to help me? And…and…maybe you can…can do stuff to me while I play with you? Use me and my body for your enjoyment. I want you to…I love you Daddy.” She gave him the “puppy-dog” eyes that she knew would affect him in a way that would give her anything she wanted. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>12-07-2014, 00:33:33</strong>
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				Nathaniel considered Gemma’s words, nodded and reached out, cupping her cheeks in a gentle, fatherly gesture. Magic seeped into the girl palpably, allowing her throat and mouth to handle that oversized, juice-covered club of a cock her father had grown between his well-defined thighs. Reaching out, he gripped her by her hips and seemed to grow a bit as he did so, body not so much becoming taller but denser, ripped with a muscularity that might be considered freakish to behold. <br><br>Grabbing her hips, he swung her to him, impaling her mouth with his cock and continuing the motion until his cock quite literally sank all the way down her esophagus and almost into her stomach. With her impaled like that, unable to breathe except what little the magic allowed in, he lifted her up and twisted her around, manhandling her like a toy, until her breasts were against his stomach – those thickly padded pillows forcing her head away just enough to prevent his cock from literally entering her guts. Holding her that way, her entrance and ass upward, toward his face, Nathaniel quite casually released one hand, balancing her using his dick in her mouth, made his fingers into a tight line, and *drove* his entire fist into the upside down girl’s cunt, stretching her anew, the pressure only managing to roll her breasts harder against his rock hard abdomen and her lips closer to the impossibly distant base of that throat. <br><br>Then, holding her upright between his impaling fist and the cock in her throat, he released her other leg and pushed the second hand down, toward her cunt – applying pressure and magic.<br><br>Her Daddy was about to double-fist her, upside down, standing, cock wedged into her like a fucking club!<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astira</strong> on <strong>12-07-2014, 01:37:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://24.media.tumblr.com/cb3d74f27110c2b31636f6d75ff5b23f/tumblr_n3s3t31JiL1skt3v6o2_r1_250.png)</div>Gemma was on her knees in front of him, his huge mass towering over her as she looked at him with hopeful, wide eyes. He moved forward and cupped moth her cheeks and like a flower opening for the sun, she immediately nuzzled into his palms seeking the affection he so freely gave. She felt something tingle in her cheeks briefly and recognized it as his magic spreading through her. <br><br>Then, with more strength than she thought possible, he gripped her hips and swung her down. She yelped briefly then her mouth was crammed full of blazing hot, slimy daddy meat. “GLUURP! Nnnghf…mmmmrrf…” She made loud sloshing noises that combined with little squeaks as her Nathaniel…..her DADDY forced inch after inch of bulging, veiny cock into her mouth, stretching it impossibly. Her little cunny dribbled with juices and her belly became hot with arousal. <br><br>Her little hands braced themselves on his huge thighs as she tried to assist in swallowing him hole. Her eyes bulged, tears leaking out from the pressure as her face reddened and veins bulged at her neck and forehead. Her huge titties mashed against his belly, their weight bringing them down to tickle her neck a little. She loved their weight….she liked her breasts….she wished she had bigger ones…then maybe she could please Daddy more! She had to remember to ask him.<br><br>Gemma felt something hovering over her a split second before a muffled squeal released from her throat as a massive form was shoved into her pussy, stretching her almost as wide as Daddy’s cock. She wriggled and squirmed, eyes rolling in the back of her head with feeling full. It felt like….his hand?<br><br>And then, to her horror and curiosity….he released her to remain impaled on his daddy meat, suspended by the trunk-like shaft. Her juices exploded inside her with wetness, large globs trickling around his massive forearm. She didn’t realize where his other hand was poised...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>13-07-2014, 23:48:07</strong>
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				Nathaniel’s second hand came down, fingertips playing at the entry to his little girl’s ass. His other arm, nearly past his forearm, sunk deep inside her – muscles tense and flexing to stimulate her as surely as if he had some intimate knowledge of just what that the consequences of his lewd actions would do. His cock throbbed with intense warmth, the warm air above his sac pulsing into her thanks to Nathaniel’s magic – contrasting with the feeling of his second hand pushing into his little girl’s ass.<br><br>Slowly, at first, one finger, then another, the familiar tingle of magic making her skin both flexible and tight as he worked past her defenses. Then, his whole hand was inside her asshole, stretching. His wrist. And he was still applying pressure, force-feeding her his forearm, until he’d sunk both arms at an even depth within her, the pulsing of her body around him delicious and yet unusual all at the same time. <br><br>With his dick literally holding her impaled in place, Nathaniel began double-fisting the girl, one hand holding her down from the inside as the other retreated and rammed back down inside, followed by the other. This wasn’t so much about Nathaniel’s pleasure – although he did quite enjoy the feeling of her mouth where it was: it was more about transforming the little girl into his, through and through, making her into his total fucktoy.<br><br>Ten, twenty strokes into it, he spread his arms until he found traction inside her holes and literally lifted her from his cock with them, shoving her onto the bed – face down, so she could speak and moan as he continued his abusive pummeling.<br><br>“Tell me,” he hissed, voice dark with lust, “Did some part of you enjoy all those men around you, my daughter? Be honest.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curse of Obedience (Astira &amp; Dariusfallenstar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astira</strong> on <strong>19-07-2014, 07:13:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://24.media.tumblr.com/cb3d74f27110c2b31636f6d75ff5b23f/tumblr_n3s3t31JiL1skt3v6o2_r1_250.png)</div> Gemma felt his hand at her ass, poking and prodding a moment and she wondered hazily what he was going to do. She didn’t have to wait long. Her squeals were muffled and deep in her chest, reverberating through her with tingly vibrations. His hand! His hand…whole arm was deep in her ass! She felt her skin stretch and flex and she knew if it hand’t been for his magic, it’ve ripped her apart. As it was, it was all she could do to keep from passing out from the pleasure of it all.<br><br>Her hands gripped his muscular thighs as her mouth bulged with the obscene amount of meat that was in her mouth. The pressure was enormous and it made her eyes water, her face turning red with the struggle and effort of taking him in…in ALL of her holes. He began ramming her impossibly deep with both fists. It seemed impossible - physics didn’t work that way. She was defying gravity! And….she loved it. He was working her up, her body becoming hotter and wetter from what he was doing. She wanted more and more…but she knew she wanted HIM in her. Her Daddy. His cock would make her cum.<br><br>And then suddenly, she was being yanked up so quickly that she felt herself grow unbearably dizzy. Lying on her back she stared up at him, dazed with a bit of his precum around her mouth and some of her saliva, she looked up at him with flushed cheeks.&nbsp; She squirmed under him, unable to refrain from moving she was so needy. <em>“Tell me, did some part of you enjoy all those men around you, my daughter? Be honest.”</em><br><br>Gemma moved around, squirming and wriggling and mewling. “Mmmm….no Daddy, I didn’t. You weren’t there. I only wanted you!” She whimpered, attempting to reach for him but he was so heavy she couldn’t. “I…I liked their…sticky stuff. It wasn’t enough though…but…Oh Daddy I DID like the idea of having lots of…of…” she looked at his cock and licked her lips. “…those in me…mmm, but only yours.” she whined, confused and torn. “I didn’t want THEIR’S…just you, Daddy. I love you….” she reached out a hand to try and curl it around his neck and force him to kiss her.
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