The Journey Home (fragilefaerie and Yandros)
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				Title: <strong>The Journey Home (fragilefaerie and Yandros)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>23-02-2012, 07:02:26</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Shrugging the heavy leather pack over his shoulder, Solaf straightens his broad shoulders as he lifts the pack higher upon his back.&nbsp; Stepping towards the door of the Barrow, the large Nordic man shakes out his long blonde braids before stepping through the heavy iron door and out into the world.&nbsp; Making certain to shield his eyes a bit as he walks out from under the overhang of the barrow entrance, he is glad to see that the clouds above are blocking out the harsh sun’s light today.&nbsp; After spending a few days deep in the burial mound here, the last thing he wished was to be blinded from coming out into harsh light.&nbsp; Taking a deep breath of the fresh air, his armor creaks and the sounds of plate rubbing along plate fills the air.&nbsp; Blowing out his breath in a huff, his hand lowers down to make certain that Wrunthir, his axe was properly in its holder upon his waist before stepping away.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Feeling a bit of pride at the tip that had found him towards this Barrow, Solaf managed a small smile to himself as he set down the path away from it.&nbsp; Never having found the actual name of the Barrow, he had filled his pack with as many books as he could, for the sages to read and ponder upon.&nbsp; While the rest of his pack, he filled with gold and gems that were taken from various chests and coffers around the ruin.&nbsp; Never actually pulling anything from the dead, at least until they attacked him.&nbsp; Then whatever the Draugr had upon them was fair game, or so he thought.&nbsp; Hearing the little clinks of items upon him, it took him a moment realize that sounds were coming from around the hill to his east.&nbsp; Narrowing his eyes, he comes to a complete stop so that any sounds of his movement would not drown out what he was hearing.&nbsp; As the sounds of a struggle came to his ears, his blood starts to pump and his legs are moving to carry him towards the sounds of the fight.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>fragilefaerie</strong> on <strong>23-02-2012, 20:22:38</strong>
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				Chiranji was having issues. She had wandered away from her caravan for a silly reason, and got lost on her way back to find them. <em> And then.</em> She started getting attacked by a sabre cat! She managed to defeat it, but just barely. She'd suffered a wound to her shoulder, and that made it difficult to wield her two handed sword. Just as she had rounded the corner, two skeleton warriors jumped out and attacked her! <br><br><em>"This is just not my day..."</em> She had just barely defended that last blow. Blood was starting to mat her pretty fur. Her fur had the most intricate shade. It looked quite like a snow leopard, but in the right light the tips of her fur looked faintly purple. Her normally cheerful blue eyes, were now filled with anger and fear. She was not about to give up, but after defending herself from a particularly harsh blow, she fell to one knee. "<em>Is this it for me?</em>" She grunted, but was not able to get to her feet again.
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				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>23-02-2012, 22:08:55</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Coming around the base of the hill to see this Khajiit drop to one knee, the nord’s hand falls to the axe at his side.&nbsp; Drawing it quickly from the loop that holds it there, his hand shifts lower upon the axe’s handle to take a grip upon it for throwing.&nbsp; Hefting his arm behind his head, he continues to run towards the two skeletons that are attacking this lady.&nbsp; Tossing the axe out to the one that had stepped back a bit from her, he did not look to see if his aim was true, but instead trusted his instincts to guide his arm and axe towards his target.&nbsp; Slamming his shoulder into the skeleton that was assaulting her, there is the crack and crunch of bone as this large and rather heavily armored man runs full tilt into it.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Landing upon the skeleton in another crunch of bone on metal, Solaf goes down in a flurry of action as his fists are landing blows to the skeleton’s ribcage.&nbsp; Only when the thing under him is no longer moving does he lift up from it.&nbsp; Pulling his feet under him quickly, he plants them into the ground in a manner that allows him to move upwards into a crouch.&nbsp; Drawing one of his daggers now, his fingers wrap around the hilt of it to look back towards the other opponent.&nbsp; Glancing towards the Khajiit lady for just a moment, his eyes flit over her form to make certain that she is well before turning back to the other skeleton. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>fragilefaerie</strong> on <strong>23-02-2012, 22:38:00</strong>
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				Chiranji stared in surprise at her savior. She watched as he took down one of the skeletons, and met his gaze when he looked at her. Was he... checking on her? Hah. What was she thinking? Nords weren't known for showing strangers kindness- at least not Khajiits. As he turned to attack the other skeleton, she made up her mind to try and escape. <br><br>As quietly as she could, she made for the wall of the mountain. When she reached it, she pulled herself along. Her wound was more serious than she'd thought. She didn't have any healing potions on her, and she'd always stayed away from magic. Unless she could make it to a town or random trader, she was pretty much out of luck. <br><br>"<em>But I'll be damned if I lose my life to a Nord...</em>"
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				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>24-02-2012, 01:53:54</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Still crouching there, his eyes only glance over to her as she starts to move away.&nbsp; The skeleton before him has most of its arm crushed by the axe he had tossed before, and as it moves closer, its leg starts to give out from underneath it.&nbsp; Waiting for it to draw closer, his left arm snaps out to bat the skeleton’s sword away to one side as his other hand brings the dagger in towards the skeleton’s leg.&nbsp; Striking true, his smaller blade smashes through the undead abomination’s femur and drops it down to the ground.&nbsp; Feeling this is enough for the time being, Solaf dances back from the falling creature, to leave it behind.&nbsp; Pausing only long enough to take a hold of his axe, his head scans the area to see where the injured lady had gotten off to.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Spying just a glimpse of her as she rounds the hill towards the mountain, he starts off in her direction.&nbsp; Moving with a loping gait, he quickly crosses the distance to see where she has gotten to.&nbsp; Once he spies here there, against the wall, he comes to a halt and places the axe into the loop on his belt.&nbsp; Opening his hands to show that he does not have a weapon, he slowly now steps closer.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Mean ja no harm.&nbsp; I’m more thinkin, ja need some help there.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>fragilefaerie</strong> on <strong>24-02-2012, 02:13:28</strong>
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				"Get away from me, <em>Nord</em>! I need no help from the likes of you." Chiranji sneered at him. "You will claim to help, and then strike me down? Or <em>worse</em>? No! I'd rather get eaten by a dragon." <br><br>Her family had warned her not to trust anyone if they were not Khajiit- and sometimes not even then. In a corrupt world like Skyrim, one could never be too careful. Everyone looked out for themselves, and only themselves. When she came to these lands, she learned quickly that Nords were the worst. They had thrown a few members of her caravan in jail because they were merely suspects in a robbery. And the only reason they were suspects was because they were Khajiit. Over her years, she had met very few kind Nords. However, not one of them were males. In Chiranji's mind, male Nords are cruel and only that. This one would not fool her.<br><br>She started back on her journey, but had to keep bracing the wall. The sun seemed so much brighter, she could barely see. Still, she pressed on. She was determined. And then she started to feel light-headed. Still, she kept going. And the next thing she knew, she was face down on the ground. 
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				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>24-02-2012, 05:37:24</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Curling his lip upwards in a snarl, Solaf takes another step closer towards the Khajiit before him.&nbsp; As he gets closer, she can see that he is a large man, with broad muscular shoulders.&nbsp; Blonde hair and blue eyed like so many other nords, his face is just a bit angular and ending in a strong jaw.&nbsp; Only a single scar mars his face, a scratch along his nose from some previous fight in his life.&nbsp; Keeping his hands out in a gesture to show he means no harm, his deep and almost gravelly voice echoes out a bit.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I mean you no harm!”&nbsp; Growling the words out, he looks a bit offended at the fact that she is pulling away from him so.&nbsp; “If I wanted that, I’d have left you to the skeletons.&nbsp; I helped ja, and now think to look to your wounds.&nbsp; Or I will lay bandages here, and you tend to yourself.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Speaking still as she ends up planting into the ground, his voice trails off into a mutter as he closes the distance between them to kneel at her side.&nbsp; Fishing a potion out of a pouch on his belt, he tugs the cork out of the vial with his teeth as his free arm rolls her on onto her back so that he can pour a bit of the contents into her mouth.&nbsp; Careful to not pour too much in her mouth at one time, he tries to let her swallow what she can before pouring more.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Ja better not die on me cat.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>fragilefaerie</strong> on <strong>24-02-2012, 05:52:48</strong>
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				Although she only fell unconscious for a short moment, it was long enough to have a nightmare. She dreamed of dragons and fire. Everyone was running. Khajiits, Nords, Elves. The dragons didn't discriminate. Everything was loud, and frightening. And then she woke up with a start, clinging to the closest thing to her. As she buried her face in it, she realized what "it" was. The blonde haired, blued eyed Nord that had saved her from the skeletons. And it looked like he just saved her from something else. She just hated that that thing was herself. She stared into his eyes and felt something inside her stir. Then she looked away quickly. <br><br>"It... It seems I owe you a word of thanks, Nord." <br><br>Her stubbornness chose that moment to flare up again, and she stood. <br><br>"B-But I could have managed on my own!" Her voice definitely didn't sound so sure, but she focused on dusting herself off instead.
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				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>24-02-2012, 23:00:53</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Not pulling away as this Khajiit tugged at his armor and buried her face against his chest, his hand lays upon her upper arm in a gentle manner.&nbsp; Almost seeming to soothe her for a moment, it really is only for a brief second that he is touching her before she pulls back.&nbsp; Sitting on his heels, his eyes look to hers for that pause of time before she chooses to stand.&nbsp; When she does, his hand reaches out to offer her at least some assistance to her feet.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“You owe me more than thanks, Khajiit.”&nbsp; Narrowing his eyes just a tad, he looks her over slowly now that she is standing.&nbsp; “I ask your name, and offer mine.&nbsp; I am Solaf.”&nbsp; Choosing to not point out how she was already on her knees when he arrived, it is only a little grin to her words that show he knows just how dire of a straight she was in.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“You will stay here, rest.&nbsp; I will not let you die, just after saving you.&nbsp; Nearest town is four days travel, and your wound would open again.&nbsp; So, you rest.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>fragilefaerie</strong> on <strong>25-02-2012, 07:29:13</strong>
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				Chiranji raised an eyebrow at his words. "You may have my name, Nord, but that is all. It is Chiranji." Her posture straitened, trying to make herself appear taller. "If you have not noticed, I am a Khajiit. My kind and yours do not play well together, so <em>no</em>. I will not be staying with you to rest." <br><br>With that, she turned to retrieve her sword she had dropped at some point. What was this man thinking? A Khajiit staying with a Nord? She had never heard of such things. He was commanding her to stay with him, and all he'd done was heal her. (And save her, but she still denied it.) Wait. He had <em>healed </em>her. This wouldn't do. Chiranji was taught to repay favors immediately, so that they wouldn't be called on in later years. She couldn't have that hanging over her head for the rest of her life. She turned back towards him. <br><br>"But I <em>will </em>return your favor for one of my own. I am currently in your debt. So, what can I do for you?" Chiranji paused and waited, impatiently. 
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				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>26-02-2012, 10:41:07</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Never moving from where he was sitting on his heels, Solaf only shifts a bit upon them to let his armor hang a bit more comfortably.&nbsp; Trying his best to keep a more or less neutral expression upon his face, his eyes end up narrowing a bit as she mentions his kind and hers not getting along.&nbsp; When she starts to turn away, his mouth opens as if he was going to say something.&nbsp; Instead though, he lets the words die before ever becoming vocalized, as she turns back and speaks.&nbsp; Nodding in a knowing matter, his voice comes out slowly now.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Ja repay me, by staying and resting.&nbsp; Then, I will take you to the city.&nbsp; I will not see my work undone, by some wandering wolf or giant.&nbsp; And when we meet your folk, you help me get a good price on these goods.&nbsp; Understand?”&nbsp; Seeming as if he knew he had a bit of the upper hand now, the corners of his lip start to tug upwards into a grin as he speaks.&nbsp; He had been around Khajiit before, and he knew that she would not be able to walk away while she felt like she owed him something.&nbsp; And honestly, she did owe him for at least healing her.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Should be a day, maybe two before we are ready to travel.&nbsp; Then, we head to Whiterun where your kin should be.&nbsp; Complete the sales, and ja debt be paid.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>fragilefaerie</strong> on <strong>26-02-2012, 10:50:12</strong>
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				Bastard. From the look on his face, she knew how Khajiits worked when they owed favors. She could not say no, and now she had to have this hanging over her head for a virtually unknown amount of time. She couldn't help but looked annoyed at him.<br><br>"In a day or two, my caravan might be gone. We do not stay in one place for a set amount of days. What will you do if they have gone by then? Why can we not leave now? I am fine!" She proved this by gesturing with her arms that he had healed. A little too big of a gesture, as it hurt a good deal after she did it. But she tried not to let it show on her face. <br><br>"And what are we to do during these one or two days? Shall we sit and stare at each other? You and I have nothing in common, Nord. It will be torture for us both."
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				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>28-02-2012, 21:35:30</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Watching the Khajiit in front of him with a wary eye, he can feel his temper fraying around the edges as each word she speaks is testing his patience.&nbsp; Of course he knew that they would not have too great many things in common, they were from different worlds so to speak.&nbsp; Of course he knew that being around this stubborn, willful woman would be hard…but something within him would simply not let her march off to her death.&nbsp; Call it a sense of honor or duty, but there was something about this cat that actually drew his eye over her again.&nbsp; Could it be, he thought to himself, that she was actually attractive?&nbsp; Shaking his head slowly, Solaf pushes himself towards his feet quickly.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With a low growl coming from him, he crosses the distance between the two of them in a short second, to speak in a grumbling voice as his hand lands upon her ample rear with a harsh slap.&nbsp; “Listen to me!&nbsp; You owe me, and will stay here until you are healed.&nbsp; I do not care when ja find the caravan, I will make you get there.&nbsp; Alive and in one piece, even if I have to truss you up and keep your bottom tanned the entire time!”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>fragilefaerie</strong> on <strong>28-02-2012, 21:52:34</strong>
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				When Chiranji felt him slap her rear, something shot through her. She called it "shock" but she wasn't sure that was quite it. The Nord told her he would get her to her caravan, but he didn't care when. So what did that mean for her? Eventually she would get back to her people and the life she knew? In the mean time, he seemed to think it was appropriate to slap her on her behind. She squared her shoulders, and looked at him defiantly.'<br><br>"You don't care when I find my people? Perhaps I should just sit on the side of the road then and wait for them to come back by! It would certainly be a more favorable option than traveling with the likes of you! And just who do you think you are? You think I would willingly let you attempt to "<em>discipline</em>" me our entire journey? You have no right! I am too old to be taken over one's knee, and I am far too good to be commanded by a <em>Nord</em>!" <br><br>Her eyes locked on his. She wasn't about to let him take the dominant role so easily. 
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				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>28-02-2012, 22:14:24</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Feeling his temper snap now, Solaf curls his lips up into a grimace as a growl escapes his lips.&nbsp; Landing a very rough slap to the Khajiit’s other cheek, he could feel her rear ripple and shudder underneath his palm.&nbsp; Actually seeming to enjoy the feeling, he could not help but marvel for that brief second at how good she did feel under his hand.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Over my knee?&nbsp; Well!&nbsp; Your wish is my command brat!”&nbsp; Locking his blue eyes with hers, she can see the stubbornness of this man firmly rooted in there, with just a hint of something else.&nbsp; Could that be admiration for her?&nbsp; Attraction?&nbsp; It was hard to tell, as his muscles bunched and he was quickly trying to grab a hold of her.&nbsp; One hand wraps around her arm, while his other arm goes around her waist to pick her up and toss her over his shoulder.&nbsp; Slapping her rear roughly once she was there, he kept up the assault to her buttocks as he carefully walked over to a rock.&nbsp; Grunting with the effort of each spank, his hand lands upon the middle of her rear, just barely above where her ass and thighs meet.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>fragilefaerie</strong> on <strong>29-02-2012, 06:38:17</strong>
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				Chiranji never had the chance to run from him. The moment the idea popped into her head, she was already over his shoulder and getting hear bottom smacked repeatedly. She protested with every slap. <br><br>"Wh-What do you think you are doing?! Put me down! Put me down right <em>now</em>!"<br><br>Honestly, she hadn't really thought he would follow through with his threat. It seems that calling his bluff was a pretty big mistake, and now she was suffering the consequences. She had only heard violent tales about Nord men, so why did this surprise her? More importantly, why did she get a thrill every time his hand came in contact with her rear? Even through her hide armor, the feeling was strong. She didn't intend for him to see that she was having these conflicting feelings though, so she kicked and fought with all of her might. <br><br>"Release me, Nord!" 
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				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>02-03-2012, 04:00:40</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Feeling her kicks and struggles against him, this large man only grunts as her fists and knees come into contact with his armor.&nbsp; Grunting only a bit as he is actually able to feel her strikes, his head turns to give her an almost grudging look of respect.&nbsp; Still though, he takes a seat upon the rock as his hands come up to grab her waist.&nbsp; Manhandling her easily, he is careful to at least keep his face away from her flying hands as he would not want those claws to rake across his face.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“There, ja are down!”&nbsp; Nearly yelling the words out now, his hands are moving in a furious blur to keep her there upon his lap.&nbsp; Bending her over his knee, his one hand reaches up to grab at the hair along her head, almost as if he was scruffing an actual cat now.&nbsp; Holding her head back by a very firm grip on her hair, his other hand has slipped his fingers under the waistband of her pants and is yanking down.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Keep fighting!&nbsp; I’m just going to spank you more.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>fragilefaerie</strong> on <strong>02-03-2012, 05:24:35</strong>
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				Chiranji felt like she had done a pretty good job at landing a few blows, but they all seemed to be in vain. He was still walking forward, but to where she didn't know. Not that she was really thinking about that at the moment. <br><br>She flailed and flailed as he continued to land swat after swat on her behind. It was already starting to leave a stinging feeling on her behind. "<em>This Nord is strong. His slaps are so hard, it's like I don't even have any armor on!</em>" Her thoughts were, honestly, amazed. Was now really the time to be admiring his strength? She was already having a "tingling" feeling from his punishment, and didn't need to think about any attractive qualities he might have. Wait a minute. <em>Attractive </em>qualities? Impossible. He was a Nord. Then, she realized he'd reached his destination. And then, he was pulling her from his shoulder and onto his lap. <br><br>He tugged on her hair, which didn't hurt her since she was a cat-like creature. It also attracted that "tingling" feeling she wished she could name. Then, she felt him pulling her pants down. This didn't hinder her attempts to escape at all.<br><br>"Telling me you're going to spank me more, <em>isn't</em> going to make me stop fighting, <em>Nord</em>!" She tried her hardest to make that last word sound like an insult. Though she was now bare bottomed over his lap, she still struggled. She twisted her hips, kicked her legs, and tried to pull herself away with her arms. 
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				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>02-03-2012, 05:58:47</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Tugging her head up by the grip on her hair, it is a near yank as he bends down to speaks directly into her ear.&nbsp; Just loud enough for her to hear, his lips are dangerously close to the tip of her ear as his words come out in that rough voice of his.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I will continue, until ja do stop!”&nbsp; Growling the words into her ear, his hand upon her hair does end up giving a little yank as his right hand falls down on her now bare ass.&nbsp; Slapping her right cheek, it sends little ripples through her flesh from the force of it as his other hand keeps her body still.&nbsp; With her spread out over his lap, he could not believe himself as he was spanking her so.&nbsp; It was almost arousing, and in fact he was feelings the stirrings of arousal in his loins as his hand lands upon her left cheek.&nbsp; Once again sending little ripples through her, his hand gives a quick grip of her rear before pulling away.&nbsp; As he face remains close to hers, his nostrils flare as he takes in the scent of her.&nbsp; Unable to resist, his lips part to nip at the tip of her ear before spanking her again.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>fragilefaerie</strong> on <strong>02-03-2012, 08:00:42</strong>
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				When he growled those words into her ear, it literally sent shivers down her spine. It also ignited a hot feeling between her legs. She got mad at her body for betraying her. As he slapped her right cheek, she grunted. She really, really didn't want to cry out. Not in front of him. Not in front of a <em>Nord</em>. <br><br>His other hand was holding her down firmly against him. How was he doing that with only <em>one hand</em>? She was a woman, but she still considered herself very strong.&nbsp; "<em>He really is strong...</em>" She growled at herself. "<em>Now is NOT the time to be thinking such things!</em>" Then he struck her left cheek, and she bit back her cry. She kicked her legs, and for a moment she thought he squeezed her behind before pulling his hand away. <br><br>That thought was slightly arousing, and she quickly tried to shake it off. Before she was able to, however, she felt him nip her ear just before he spanked her again. <br><br>"<em>Ahhh</em>-Ah! You're going to have to do better than that, Nord! I won't break so easily!" She had hoped he wouldn't catch her slightly lustful cry. Perhaps she played it off well enough? To distract him, she tried to jerk sideways off of his lap. 
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				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>02-03-2012, 09:58:05</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With her legs flying out, and that little strangled cry escaping her lips, a little thought was creeping into the back of Solaf’s mind.&nbsp; Was she actually enjoying this?&nbsp; The thought really was not moving from his thoughts as his hand came down upon both cheeks now.&nbsp; Stretching his fingers out wide, his palm strikes right along the little cleft of her rear with the heel of his hand spanking her left cheek and his fingers the right.&nbsp; Causing a loud sound, it is only muffled slightly by her fur, but not enough to keep from echoing along the rocks nearby.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Keeping his face near hers, his hand upon the scruff of her neck tightens as he growls once again into her ear.&nbsp; Seeming more now as if he was enjoying this himself, that thought of him enjoying things would be punctuated by just a bit of pressure underneath her.&nbsp; The leather of his leggings was growing tight now, and as she jerks sideways she can feel something pressing into her from below.&nbsp; The growl into her ears really carries no words at first, but is just a sound to let her know her place.&nbsp; Biting her ear once again, it is a bit rougher this time.&nbsp; Blatantly grabbing her rear now, his hand moves up the curve of her buttocks to wrap his fingers around the base of her tail tightly.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Or should I pull on a kitten’s tail?” <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Journey Home (fragilefaerie and Yandros)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>fragilefaerie</strong> on <strong>03-03-2012, 06:48:41</strong>
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				Chiranji was stunned as she discovered something. Whens she jerked sideways, she felt something start to poke her. "<em>Is this... turning him on?</em>" That thought actually excited her, and it shouldn't have. Then, his large hand smacked both of her cheeks at the same time. She gasped, but then clenched her teeth. As he tightened his grip on her fur, she could hear him growl in her ear. He really must have spent a good amount of time with Khajiits at some point. He knew how to be somewhat animalistic, and it was driving her crazy. In a good and bad way.<br><br>He bit her ear more roughly, and she felt body move forward. Instinctively, her body was moving away from pain. However, she couldn't get very far since he had a hold of her fur. She gasped again as he grabbed her ass, and tried to shake her head as his hand slid up to grasp her tail.<br><br>"<em>Or should I pull on a kitten's tail?</em>"<br><br>She growled before she snapped back at him. "Why would you pull my tail when smacking my ass is giving you such a jolly?" To emphasize her point, she moved against the thing in his pants that kept poking her. She was grasping at straws at this point, but it's all she had.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Journey Home (fragilefaerie and Yandros)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>04-03-2012, 07:50:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Pulling on her tail now, it is a little tug that is not meant to hurt, but more to lift it up and away from her rear.&nbsp; Showing off her rear now, the movements of his hand allow just a little draft to slip down the cleft of her rear, across her little puckered asshole and then down to her nethers.&nbsp; With his hand upon the ‘scruff’ of her neck, he grins widely and barely can hold back a laugh at her words.&nbsp; Still growing hard underneath her, she can feel now that whatever is pressing against his pants is certainly not the smallest in the world.&nbsp; In fact, people might even be tempted to call him endowed, if they were so inclined to comment upon him in a positive light.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Still speaking in that near growl of his, his hand gives a squeeze to the base of her tail before letting go.&nbsp; Feeling that the exposure had been enough, his palm is once again resting along the curve of her rear.&nbsp; “Maybe, you want to get a jolly out of it too.&nbsp; Ja?”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Journey Home (fragilefaerie and Yandros)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>fragilefaerie</strong> on <strong>04-03-2012, 10:07:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She wasn't sure how to respond to what he'd just asked her. Did he know that his actions were arousing her? Was it obvious how hard she was fighting them? She had tried to play it off as she was just fighting him, which she was, but was she being convincing? Perhaps that little outcry was more telling than she'd thought...<br><br>Now, she lay over his lap with his hand grabbing her by the fur on her neck, his other hand resting on her bottom, and his rather large member growing hard underneath her. What an intense situation she'd gotten herself into... <br><br>"Jolly? There is no 'jolly' to be obtained by being in such a situation." She lay still at this moment, so he could hear her words without trouble. "Release me, Nord. I must find my caravan. They can not have traveled too far by now. And besides, I cannot take so much time with the likes of you! I will travel on my own, and when we meet again you will receive the best prices. Release me. <em>Now</em>." <br><br>She didn't like, or trust her new feelings right now. She knew she needed to get as far away from him as possible, and soon.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Journey Home (fragilefaerie and Yandros)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>04-03-2012, 10:19:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Keeping his hand against the soft rear of this surprisingly attractive Khajiit on his lap, Solaf seems to not even notice as his fingers work into the fur of her.&nbsp; Feeling just how smooth her fur is as his fingers slip lower and lower, they soon are touching where her rear and thigh meet.&nbsp; Just scant inches away from her nethers now, he finally pulls his face away from her ear as he nearly touches her sex.&nbsp; Just barely able to keep himself from plunging his hand in between her legs, his other hand never lets go of the tight grip on her.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“No.&nbsp; Tha deal is for you to rest, and I escort you to the caravan.&nbsp; There, you help me bargain.&nbsp; I either get ja word on that, or the spanking continues.&nbsp; Then, I will truss you up and MAKE ja rest and heal.&nbsp; I will not have a lady die on my watch, when I’m <em>trying</em> to save her!”&nbsp; Speaking in that low tone of his, his voice actually carries a little note of concern somehow.&nbsp; It seems that the Nord’s lap who she is bent over has a sense of honor, in that he will not allow her to throw her life away.&nbsp; Of which, as her eyes meet his, she can see the deep set stubbornness within.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Journey Home (fragilefaerie and Yandros)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>fragilefaerie</strong> on <strong>08-03-2012, 02:04:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He was stubborn, clearly. But she thought he also might care about her well being. He saved her from the skeletons, and healed her. At first, she thought he'd only done these things because he had an ulterior motive. He wanted the best prices for his goods, and would keep her with him so he could be assured he would get them. But his most recent tone made her unsure of her previous theory.<br><br>Very aware of how close his hand was to her privates, she had a little trouble breathing normally. She was careful not to move, else her might brush her there and discover her body's betrayal. He was stubborn, yes, but so was she. She wanted things her way, always. For the most part, she usually got her way. Chiranji was stubborn, but with other Khajiits she was usually passive. They rarely got any sort of rise out of her. How was it this man got so much out of her while just having met her? She decided protesting without movement would be sufficient enough. <br><br>"If you refuse to do things my way, Nord," Her voice sounded strong, but hesitant,"then you will have to beat me into submission." Beat was a strong word to use, but the word "spank" made her feel strange on the inside. Saying it would most likely only make that strange feeling much worse.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Journey Home (fragilefaerie and Yandros)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>10-03-2012, 09:28:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Stubborn really did describe the Nord in a word.&nbsp; Solaf had been called bull headed, mule, thick skulled, and so many other worse words to describe his nature.&nbsp; Once he set his mind to a task, there really was little that would hold him back from it, and it seems that the khajiit upon his lap is learning this fact.&nbsp; With his fingers still upon her rear, they are running slowly through her fur in a most unusual manner.&nbsp; Where he had been spanking and slapping her rear, even hard enough to leave a bruise upon her, now his hand has started to move in small circles as if to smooth out her buttocks.&nbsp; Unable to resist though, she can feel a single finger slip under her cheeks to touch the warm and slightly damp length of her slit.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Ya will do things my way.&nbsp; One way or another.”&nbsp; Whispering softly now, he has a lustful look in his eyes as he lowers his head down to once again draw close to her ear.&nbsp; With the words being spoken directly into her ear, she can feel his warm breath blow out and into her ear as a finger plunges deeply into her waiting sex.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Journey Home (fragilefaerie and Yandros)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>fragilefaerie</strong> on <strong>11-03-2012, 09:02:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She froze completely when she felt his finger slip down and touch her sex. Her breath stopped in her throat as he whispered in her ear,<em>“Ya will do things my way.&nbsp; One way or another.”</em> Chills ran through her, and then she felt his finger push deep inside of her. Letting out a noise that sounded angry, lustful, and surprised, she struggled again.<br><br>However, she noticed that when she struggled a certain way, it brought his finger even further inside of her. When she tried a different tactic, it was almost as if she was rocking back and forth on it. Unwilling to give into pleasure, she stopped moving her bottom half altogether and began trying to push herself away from him using her hands. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Journey Home (fragilefaerie and Yandros)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>14-03-2012, 10:10:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As that sound escapes her lips, it brings a wide smile to Solaf’s.&nbsp; With her body responding so well, he only presses his finger deeper into her, until she can feel the palm of his hand cupping her slit as his finger is completely within her.&nbsp; Wriggling his finger back and forth, he is searching out for those little spots deep in her folds that will cause her body to continue to betray her mind.&nbsp; When she starts to rock back and forth, he lets her do so until the moment she stops.&nbsp; Instead of keeping his finger still then, a second finger finds its way deeply into her, to join the first.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Ja already know what ja want Kitten…&nbsp; Go ahead an admit it.”&nbsp; Whispering into her ear again, he brings his lips close to the tuft on the tip of her ear as he speaks.&nbsp; Kissing that little tuft once, his hand upon the scruff of her neck tightens to the point of nearing pain as if to remind her that she is not going anywhere.&nbsp; Biting down upon her ear again, he lets out a deep growl from his throat and chest.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Journey Home (fragilefaerie and Yandros)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>fragilefaerie</strong> on <strong>14-03-2012, 13:48:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She had expected him to continue "torturing" her despite her protests, but what she <em>didn't</em> expect was for him to slide another finger inside of her as she fought. Another noise came from her lips as he did this. Nothing she was doing was getting her anywhere. It was really starting to frustrate her. However, what was really frustrating her was that she didn't have any control over this situation- her position, and his hand on the scruff of her neck was proof of that. No, she had no control over her situation, and the most frustrating thing was... she <em>liked </em>it. And he knew it. <br><br><em>“Ja already know what ja want Kitten…&nbsp; Go ahead an admit it.”</em> His words whispered in her ear caused a swarm of butterflies to flutter in her stomach. He nipped her ear, and she tried to turn her head. With the grip he had on her though, she failed. Then he bit her ear, and growled deeply. If it was possible for her to get any more wet, that was what did it.This time when she cried out, it sounded more like she was surprised by the sudden rush of lust she felt. How could a Nord be more primitive than all the Khajiit men she'd met in her life? <br><br>She still struggled in vain using her arms and hands. She really didn't know what to do with her lower half. She'd never felt the sensations he was giving her. Over the years, she had experimented a few times playing with herself, but traveling in small carts with others made self-stimulation very rare. No Khajiit had ever interested her enough to seek a relationship- much less a <em>sexual </em>relationship. She would never admit that she was a virgin to this Nord. Even if he decided to stop torturing her and actually take her, she wouldn't tell him. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he was her first... If it came down to that, at least. <br><br>With a voice that was trying to sound strong and not labored, she asked him,"A-And just what is it that I am supposed to be admitting to you, N-Nord?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Journey Home (fragilefaerie and Yandros)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>18-03-2012, 23:35:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Picking up on that little note to strain in her voice, the Nord that has this beautiful kitten ensnared so easily nips once again at her ear.&nbsp; First pressing his lips around the tip of her ear, his teeth then take a hold of her ear and drag along it towards the tip.&nbsp; Biting down in the process, his throat lets out another low rumble as his lips pull away from her ear.&nbsp; Loosening the grip upon the scruff of her neck for a little moment, his head leans in further to do something perhaps a little surprising.&nbsp; As his two fingers bury themselves within her and feel her inner folds wrapped so tightly around them, his lips press against hers.&nbsp; Kissing her very roughly at first, the kiss turns a bit softer as his lips linger along hers.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A sound of pleasure reverberates through his chest as his lips finally pull back from hers.&nbsp; Slowing the motion of his fingers, the tips linger teasingly right at the entrance to her tight pussy.&nbsp; Hovering there, posed to either pull fully away or plunge into her again; he looks down towards her with a smile.&nbsp; “Admit it.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Journey Home (fragilefaerie and Yandros)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>fragilefaerie</strong> on <strong>20-03-2012, 03:20:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Chiranji was having far too much trouble containing her overwhelming feelings of pleasure, and... something else. She couldn't quite place it, but in addition to her whole body feeling weak with it, her heart was starting to stir as well. <br><br>This Nord- no- this man had been so kind as to save her stubborn hide from not only the skeletons that were about to kill her, but also from herself. Reflecting back on it now, she knew that she would have died if he'd let her continue her journey. Not only was she not sure where she was, she also was weak and bleeding a good bit. If she had even made it to a town it would have taken a long time, and she would have died upon arrival. <br><br>Her pants now had the trace of a moan as he dragged his teeth gently towards the tip of her ear. He bit down a little harder, and growled again before he let go. She was beginning to have a love/hate relationship with that growl of his. In all of her days, no Khajiit that tried to "court" her had gotten very far; and his growl rarely stirred much in her except laughter- the other thing it stirred in her was the urge to vomit. Now the man that had pulled her over his lap so that he could abuse her backside growled at her, and it made her quiver like she never had before! Actually, she had never "quivered" before.<br><br>Her eyes had closed with pleasure, but they popped open once more as she felt his lips on hers. It was strange, kissing. She had kissed another Khajiit when they were cubs, but that was a very long time ago. Perhaps she'd never kissed again because a bad memory was associated with it. The other Khajiit was her best friend, and a female. It was strictly a friendly kiss, but their elders had rushed at them and scolded them profusely. She and her childhood friend remained friends, but they eventually went to different caravans. Her reason? Well, she had gotten married, of course. <br><br>Now, with his lips fiercely kissing hers, she didn't know what to do. Her first response was to gasp, but after that she just let her lips hold still and feel his. As his kiss slowed, she felt her lips beginning to move slightly against his, but stilled soon after his did. She heard him make a noise like he was satisfied, and let out the smallest "<em>mmph!</em>" she could as a way of agreeing with him. It was unconscious, of course. Her mind was still weakly attempting to resist him. <br><br>His fingers slowed, and she fought back a complaining noise. She felt him pull his fingers almost all the way out; only the tips of them remained. On accident, her body tried to move backwards and force them back in, and Chiranji gasped and blushed at the motion. <em>"Admit it."</em> were the only words spoken to her while in this undignified position. As his fingers teased her entrance, she felt her need rising. Her resolve to stay reluctant to his touch was weakening by the second, and then she felt it break.<br><br>With a rather quiet, but yearning voice she whispered. <em>"I-I admit it..."</em> By admitting her "defeat", she felt surprisingly turned on. But how could her submission to him make her feel that way? There were so many things she didn't understand at the moment, but the need to understand had faded. Now, she only wanted to cure the deep desire in herself.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Journey Home (fragilefaerie and Yandros)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>22-03-2012, 04:57:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Not fully understanding why his body was reacting so towards this Khajiit, no…this beautiful lady on his lap, Solaf pulls his lips from hers slowly and with a bit of reluctance.&nbsp; Hearing that little sound of agreement from her during the kiss, his own sound of agreement comes from deep within his chest.&nbsp; Half grunt, half sigh, it is just a soft little sound as his lips trail from hers to touch her cheek.&nbsp; Running along her whiskers as his lips drag along her cheek, he leaves a little trail of surprisingly tender kisses on her fur before he once again finds her ear.&nbsp; Realizing slowly that his growl was something of a weakness to her; he lets loose a long and low growl directly into her ear as his fingers play out along her wet slit.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Daring a bit of a gesture now, she can feel the hand that has been gripping her scruff oh so tightly this entire time, loosens upon her.&nbsp; With his lips still pressed near her ear, it only takes a tiny movement of his head for him to kiss the tip of her ear as he speaks in that deep baritone.&nbsp; “On the ground kitten, on your knees…”&nbsp; Whispered into her, it is the voice of someone who doesn’t just believe she will comply, but supremely knows it.&nbsp; In fact as he loosens his grip, his other hand has taken a hold of one of her now warm asscheeks to press her towards the ground.&nbsp; Angling her body that tiny bit, he is trying to have her end up on her hands and knees before him.&nbsp; Smiling now, the man looms over her just enough to seem a bit larger than he is, as he looks down towards her.&nbsp; “Beautiful…will make you mine, kitten.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Journey Home (fragilefaerie and Yandros)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>fragilefaerie</strong> on <strong>23-03-2012, 02:07:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her eyes fluttered closed as she felt him trail kisses to her cheek. It tickled in the most sensual way when he brushed his lips along her whiskers. The way he handled her now was different. Softer, but somehow still completely dominant. Everything he did to her made her slit get wetter, and hotter- especially when he let out a long growl directly into her ear. So he'd figured out her weakness, had he?<br><br>She was surprised when he loosened the scruff of her neck, but didn't dare move. She knew he must be planning something, so she held still and waited. When he kissed the tip of her ear, she couldn't help but let out a very small "<em>mmh</em>..." If she didn't know that her noise would only encourage his actions, she might have been embarrassed. And then his deep voice spoke to her; commanding her to get on her knees. Her heart sped up. What was he going to do?<br><br>It wasn't fear she felt as he positioned her where he wanted her, but anticipation for what was to come. She honestly had no idea, but looking up at this man that had already elicited so many emotions from her, she was not afraid. However, she couldn't even respond when he claimed he would make her his. She only shuddered with pleasure at the thought, and looked up at him with an expression she hoped showed her acceptance of his words, and her deep desire. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Journey Home (fragilefaerie and Yandros)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>24-03-2012, 08:40:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Smiling to himself as the Khajiit before him makes a little sound of pleasure, she might notice that he actually seems pleased to have her enjoying this.&nbsp; Looming over her now, his hands have completely moved away from her, so that he may work upon the leather lacings of his pants.&nbsp; Leaving nothing to imagination now, she can easily see the large bulg in his pants as he tugs on the laces.&nbsp; Furrowing his brow as his fingers seem to not work the best at the moment, he soon drops down to his knees near her.&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Speaking out in that rough voice of his, now it seems that he is choosing to test her.&nbsp; “Help me kitten, unlace this…”&nbsp; Lifting the bottom of her shirt as he speaks, she can see the laces of his pants are in a tight knot.&nbsp; As well, this only ends up showing off more of the bulge there, and giving rise to just how thick this man is.&nbsp; Shuffling slowly over towards where her head is, he moves himself just that little bit closer now, so that his groin is only scant inches from her face.&nbsp; Speaking in a tone that brooks no discussion or even talking back, he looks down towards her as one hand touches her cheek.&nbsp; “Unfasten me, kitten.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Journey Home (fragilefaerie and Yandros)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>fragilefaerie</strong> on <strong>27-03-2012, 07:43:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Chiranji's eyes widened and her breath hitched in her throat when she finally got to see the bulge that had been pressing into her while bent over his lap. It was larger than she'd thought, and it brought about feelings of excitement and nervousness in her stomach. It seemed like he was having a bit of trouble untying his pants, and she wondered for a moment if he was nervous too.<br><br>It surprised her when he went down on his knees near her with his pants still tied, but when he asked for her assistance she understood. She looked at the lace of his pants and saw that it did look fairly difficult to undo. Her gaze slipped lower momentarily and she shuddered when she got a closer view of his thickness. Would his length continue to surprise her?<br><br>He moved closer to her, and she realized her head was now level with his crotch. She stared with wide eyes at it, until she felt his hand on her cheek and heard his command. "<em>Unfasten me, kitten."</em> It was soft, but held no question. This is what he wanted her to do, and he clearly expected her to do it. She wasn't sure how he'd expected her to untie him, but she slowly began to lift her head up in order to get closer to the knot. She looked in his eyes for a moment before she began using her teeth to loosen the knot.<br><br>It was difficult at first, but once she had gotten the main knot loose enough, she made fast progress. As she untied the last knot, she slowed&nbsp; her actions. She looked up at him once more as she brought her head back to the leather, and slowly loosened the lacings as much as possible without having his pants fall immediately down. She sat back and looked up at him, hoping she had done her task in an acceptable way. This sort of thing was new to her- even being submissive was new, so she felt like she was walking blind. Her heartbeat sped up as she realized she was probably only moments, possibly seconds, away from seeing what might soon become her newest addiction. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Journey Home (fragilefaerie and Yandros)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>27-03-2012, 11:04:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Smiling as he could nearly see the thoughts running through his kitten’s mind, Solaf took a moment to examine his own.&nbsp; Actually thinking of this Khajiit before him as his now, his fingers linger upon her cheek in a tender and affectionate manner before they slip a bit down to the side of her neck.&nbsp; Running his fingers through her svelte feeling fur, he clearly enjoys the look on her face as her eyes caught sight of his obvious erection.&nbsp; Thinking to himself, his thoughts go towards just how beautiful this Khajiit is, and just how much he wished to see her make her goal.&nbsp; Unbidden thoughts sprung up now, wondering if she would continue to submit to him along their travels, and they were only met with a desire to see her belong to him completely.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With her teeth very gently touching his leather pants, his fingers within the fur of her neck slip around to the scruff of her again.&nbsp; Giving a gentle grip there, it is nothing like his grip from before, and now more of a sensual touch as he pulls her that half inch closer against his crotch.&nbsp; Touching the bulge of his pants against her face, he makes a sound of pleasure as he feels them loosening now.&nbsp; His own scent now fills her nostrils, giving indication to just a hint of sweat and natural male smell, but also a heady scent of his arousal.&nbsp; Obviously because of her, his length twitches in anticipation as her mouth pulls upon one of the laces.&nbsp; Reaching his free hand to the waistband of his pants now, he has a wide smile on his face as he watches her.&nbsp; Slipping his fingers from her neck, they find their way underneath her chin so that he may tilt her head back.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Looking into her eyes as he holds her head back that tiny bit, his other hand now pushes his pants downwards.&nbsp; Lowering his pants to just above his knees, he wiggles his hips a little to shimmy the leathers down enough so they will not restrict his movements too much.&nbsp; Keeping his eyes locked on hers, he lets his thick length slide free, while not letting her see it just yet.&nbsp; Wanting to have it be a surprise to her, he waits until he can feel the cool air along his shaft and balls before releasing her chin.&nbsp; “Look kitten, this is because of you.&nbsp; And you will help with it.”&nbsp; Again speaking in a soft tone, his deep voice brooks no argument as he directs her head to look at his shaft.&nbsp; Easily eight to nine inches long, the width of his cock was not exaggerated by his pants in the slightest, as it now is only an inch from the tip of her nose.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Journey Home (fragilefaerie and Yandros)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>fragilefaerie</strong> on <strong>28-03-2012, 11:31:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It was almost torturous not being able to see what he was slowly revealing right in front of her, but the look of approval in his eyes warmed her on the inside. So she had done well, then? She fought the urge to purr because that would seem <em>far </em>too childish for the moment. Not willing to break the atmosphere, she focused on what he was starting to say to her. <br><br>He released her chin, and told her to look. As she did, her eyes widened considerably in shock. He was a great deal larger than she had pictured, and she questioned how all of that could even fit into a pair of pants. Deciding that would be a naive question, she focused on his last comment. He told her he was this way because of her, and that she was now supposed to help with it. His tone was the same as it had been the last time he'd told her to do something, but she hadn't objected last time and surely wasn't planning on objecting this time either. <br><br>However, as she looked at it, she found she had no idea what to do. If she was allowed to use her hands, how was she to go about doing that? Did he strictly want her to use her mouth? If so, she wasn't even sure how to do <em>that</em>. Perhaps he hadn't quite realized the extent of her innocence? Nervous that he would be disappointed with her, she peeked back up to look at his face.<br><br>"I do not... H-How can I help you?" Her ears went back slightly, as she thought he might be annoyed with her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Journey Home (fragilefaerie and Yandros)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>30-03-2012, 22:18:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Keeping his eyes on hers the entire time, he is watching her with a mixture of lust and approval in his own as he finally lets go of her cheek.&nbsp; When there is that look of shock upon her face, his lips turn upwards at the corners to show a clear sign of amusement.&nbsp; Not having expected such a reaction from her at the sight of his manhood, he could not fight the growing pride in his chest.&nbsp; While he never thought himself anything spectacular, the look on her face was enough to make him puff himself up just that little bit more.&nbsp; Still before her face, his cock is twitching a little in anticipation, with a tiny bead of precum at the tip.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At her words though, he starts to realize just how innocent this beautiful cat is.&nbsp; She doesn’t even know what to do, he cannot help but think as his hand moves to cup her cheek again.&nbsp; Shaking his head slowly, he does not have anything even nearing a look of annoyance on his face as he leans in closer.&nbsp; Bending at the hips, his back arches to bring his face closer towards hers.&nbsp; With surprising tenderness, he presses his lips to hers in a kiss.&nbsp; Slipping his fingers from her cheek and to her neck again, he breaks off the kiss to speak softly.&nbsp; Still his voice has that commanding tone to it, but it seems just a bit softer now.&nbsp; As if he is understanding that she is innocent.&nbsp; “Lick me kitten, enjoy my taste on your tongue, before wrapping your lips around me.”&nbsp; Leaning back upwards now, his back straightens out as his fingers along her neck tug her closer to his thick shaft.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Journey Home (fragilefaerie and Yandros)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>fragilefaerie</strong> on <strong>04-04-2012, 07:55:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Chiranji was so pleased to see that he wasn't annoyed with her inexperience, and his kiss only put her more at ease. It was clear to her now that there was affection growing in her heart for this man. She didn't embrace it or reject it, instead she just let it sit and grow how it pleased. When he pulled back from their kiss, she felt his hand on the back of her neck and listened to his directions. <br><br>Lick him? He wanted her to lick him? She had always been told other species didn't like to be licked- although now she considered that lesson might be out of context for her current position. As she gazed at his impressive length, she noticed the precum on his tip and decided that would be a good place to start. Her tongue gently- almost shyly- went out to lick it up, and she was surprised at the taste. It was salty, but not unpleasant. Looking into his eyes one more time, she dared to go further and started licking up and down the base of his shaft. When she felt she had done that enough, she positioned her mouth at the head of his member and slowly started to suck on him. He seemed to like what she was doing, and that gave her courage to take more of him in. <br><br>His thick cock filled her mouth, and soon hit the back of her throat. Most inexperienced ladies would have stopped at this point, but Chiranji was determined. As she kept moving her mouth along his shaft, she tried to take him deeper. She felt him trigger her gag reflex, and paused for a moment so that her throat could get used to him. The very second it did, she began moving her mouth on him again-&nbsp; being very careful not to allow her teeth to touch him, out of common sense. She was proud and absolutely stunned when she felt her mouth at the base of his cock. Had she really managed to take all of him in? Deciding it was best not to get too excited, she focused on her task. Her tongue flicked across him, and she made sure her lips were tight. She wanted to please this man, and decided she wouldn't stop until she did. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Journey Home (fragilefaerie and Yandros)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>04-04-2012, 10:31:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Looking down with a mixture of lust, approval, and pleasure in his eyes, Solaf keeps his hand upon the back of her neck.&nbsp; At first it seems like he is going to scruff her again, and in fact his fingers do run through the fur of her scruff.&nbsp; But this time, it is in more of a playful manner as he helps to pull her further along his cock.&nbsp; Breathing out a clear sigh of pleasure as her tongue touches his shaft, he tightens his grip on her.&nbsp; Not to a point of being uncomfortable, but now more of a reminder of just who exactly is in charge here.&nbsp; “That’s it, right there kitten.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Spoken as her lips part, he has a sound of pure bliss upon his deep voice as she starts to suck his length more and more into her mouth.&nbsp; As she presses her head downwards, he actually does not do anything to force her, letting her progress at her own pace.&nbsp; As the tip of his large cock touches the back of her throat, his eyes go a bit wide.&nbsp; When she starts to press more and more and more of him into her, his eyes remain wide as his own mouth opens a bit.&nbsp; Taking in a shuddering breath as her lips touch the base of his shaft, she can tell that he is greatly enjoying the sensations of her wrapped around him.<br>
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