So not a Knights Tale (Ravin & Irishblood)
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				Title: <strong>So not a Knights Tale (Ravin &amp; Irishblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ravin</strong> on <strong>13-11-2012, 05:14:43</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Ireland, 1560</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://www.hotelsavi.it/media/8c8f35d5-7a0e-469b-9fcf-b5be4668ca4c.jpg)</div></div><br>Much of the country of Ireland was under siege by Britain in this early history of Ireland. Colonization attempts were made all along the coast. Ravin at the time was sent in on the front line. The Clan of Red Claws rather well known for their heritage and pride to protect their homeland. Holding off very large and successful amounts of attacks over the the previous decades. Rather secretive and violent creatures when their homes were threatened, being ruthless and killing just about anyone in their way. Stopping much of the British expansion and religious intentions. <br><br>Ravin however, was different. Many of his own clan members feared him. Not for his strength, but lack of vision. He had for a period of time traveled at a very young age out of Ireland and around much of the known world. Returning to defend his homeland after British Colonies burned down his home. His longsword hugging tightly to his side with his ears flicked forward. Much of his home gone and teachings he let out a deep side, rummaging through what was left. Seeming to not be bothered by his blindness. Many of his fellow wolves tagged along the old buried city and ruins. The forest and grass overtaking it, most of the homes looted, and bodies long buried.<br><br>"Not much left." Jason said behind Ravin, the Wolf near mirroring Ravin in appearence, minus a few scars and the blindfold. Jason was Ravin's younger brother, the other few&nbsp; Wolves wore less astonished armor and colors. Allowing it to easily be told who was who. Ravin's massive head turned and then back to the remains. "...We rebuild then... This is our home... Remove any standing buildings..."<br><br>It didn't take long for the remains to be removed, and by the next full moon the village had been reconstructed. Many people, even just Wolves, Humans, or those of the like, returned. Ravin reopened his blacksmithing shop and trained the local Knights, eventually pushing his name out. By the time the next full year returned, Ravin was know as the Blind Swordsmen. Name ringing out over much of Ireland and Britain. Sparking some interest in potential would be Squires... Bringing one unsuspecting girl to his doorstep one evening...
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				Post by: <strong>OniDevil</strong> on <strong>13-11-2012, 06:10:58</strong>
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				Layla was just turned twenty, and has only had her self for the last three years. She had a home growing up, but that village was pillaged and taken. Then it was just her, her four older brothers, and mother and sister. But over the years, they droped one by one.&nbsp; The hard years, had made her stronger then most females of packs, and humans. THough she may look a beauty, she fights with power and hope. Wanting to get stronger, better, and fight for a reason. To prove her family and make them proud that the last of them, will do good for the world. Some how, some way. THough there was one problem..she was, a female.<br><br>A woman with a sword or any weapon of any kind, was frowned on. It wasnt lady like, it wasnt, taken seriously. BUt, if there was anyone, who would define rules. Would be this blind swordsmen. He was blind! If he is allowed to fight and wheild weapons. WHy would he discourage her? Just because she lacks a dick between her legs? A true swords fighter knows, there is no limit to skill of the blade. <br><br>After traveling for a month. She finally got to his front door. Standing there, with just a sword she had to pinch off a guard who wasnt looking a while back. It was on her hip, and a bow and arrows on her back. Her clothing was light armored, so she was fast and nimble. But can at least protect her skin from a few inches of a blade or slow down an arrow. If she were to get hit anyways.&nbsp; When someone answers the door, she gave a soft bow and then stood up.<br><br><strong>"Hello, I am Layla Grey-Moon....I..I...seek training...true training...by the blind swordsman."</strong> She did her best to not sound desperate or weak. Her voice wanted to sound eager to prove herself, and the whimsical sound of beauty in there as well.
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				Post by: <strong>Ravin</strong> on <strong>13-11-2012, 19:06:26</strong>
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				Having swung the door open, a woman smell hits his noise with a voice. A woman was asking to be trained? This gave him a pause and simple tilt of his head like his reality was broken. "...Woman cannot be warriors." He merely stated. Giving a small tug at the door to close it behind him as he stepped out, likely forcing her back a bit to get some space. He was a lot taller than she may have thought. Body covered in a blacksmithing apron. Messy and dirty, grim and charcoal soot covering his outfit. Deep scarring ran over his toned maw and finally the blindfold over his eyes. Giving him a rather intimidating yet mysterious appearance. <br><br>Stepping out now before he, he seemed to be waiting for something. To see how she'd react to what he said or how harsh he was being with her. As if it was some kid of test. His strong breathing is easily seen in the rise and fall of his large chest. Ears pointed at her with deadly accuracy, easy for her to tell why he still could fight and be blind.
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				Post by: <strong>OniDevil</strong> on <strong>14-11-2012, 03:26:44</strong>
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				When he stepped out, she was rather shocked, that he was much younger than she thought he would be. Still older than her, but still, younger. And darker, and well, more dirtier too. Though, the scars and the years of fighting on his body. Was rather handsome and attactive. Though, this isnt the time for that. Then his comment, completely took her by shock. That wasnt like anything in her head.<br><br><strong>"Wait? You..you wont? But..but? Your blind? I thought that you..of all people would understand difference and doing the unbelieable?"</strong> Layla was just completely shocked, she really didnt see this coming. It, hurt and pissed her off for some reason.<br><br><strong>"WELL FINE!! Be like everyone else! I will train myself then! I DONT CARE!!! You arent all that anyways!!"</strong> She grabs the hilt of her blade and turns around. Of course kicking the dirt but then turns back around.<br><br><strong>"I WOULD HAVE BEEN THE BEST STUDENT YOU WOULD HAVE EVER HAD!! You'll see! I will become world known! ANd you will be like, Oh I should have trained her!"</strong> SHe glares and grumbles then turns around again to start to leave.
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				Post by: <strong>Ravin</strong> on <strong>14-11-2012, 03:32:32</strong>
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				Letting out a big sigh he shook his head. "...And that was pretty quick for someone to blow up on. How can you be trained if you can't hold your tongue to bigotry or bias comments?" As he heard her hand on the hilt of her sword it made him tense up, before she knew it he had his hand upon his smithing hammer and pulled from behind the apron, however she seemed to have turned around and he sneered.<br><br>"...You dishonor me for turning your back on me. You think my blindness makes me weak? Get over here, show me what you got and pray I do not break your arm." At this point, several people had began to gather, the woman shouting and yelling at the old Wolf warhero and her grasping a sword hilt on him. Then turning her back! She certainly stained his honor and this was requiring a duel. He took a step forward, hammer in hand as he waits for her to turn back around. "I have NEVER had a student before, you ignorant half breed. How dare you disrespect your elders that way."
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				Post by: <strong>OniDevil</strong> on <strong>14-11-2012, 03:41:11</strong>
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				A sly smirk comes to her lips hearing him yelling at her now.<em>WEll, now at least now I can prove I am not just a woman.</em> Layla thought to herself as she grabs her hilt tighter and turns around. <br><br><strong>"Where and win?"</strong> She grins more getting pumped. Its been a week since she had a good fight, and one that was worthy. Layla wont kid herself, she knows she might not win. But at least she can show that she knows more than most men. THe crowed around them makes her roll her eyes and poof out some air. <br><br><strong>"I never said you weak. You just made that assumtion on your own."</strong> She corrected him on what he said.&nbsp; Layla narrows her eyes on him and was ready and watching. Watching his stepping, the arch of his fingers on the hammer. His ears, listening to her breathing. She watched it all. Taking slow breaths to control her eagerness, and controlling her breath.
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				Post by: <strong>Ravin</strong> on <strong>14-11-2012, 03:44:58</strong>
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				"You implied my blindness somehow affects my combat ability to understand how someone else is." He growled and twirls the mace in hand. At this point, he was advancing upon her. Why she said where and when he was right there, remarking. "Now. Raise your sword." Many people had had gathered around to watch. Some muttered and whispering at the display as it was not everyday the war torn blacksmith had been pulled out of his home for combat.&nbsp; "...Ill make you eat those cocky words." He seemed to flick his ears right at her. Her calm breathing couldn't hide her heartbeat. Which he was focused in on. A few red crackles could be felt in the air, but disappeared rather quickly.<br><br>Whenever she would pull her sword free he would step forward, and quickly. Right hand at his side with the hammer out, attempting to swing up and at her head. Trying to knock her flat onto her back and or knock her out. The blow if it hit would be hard and heavy, not aimed to kill or break bones, but enough to knock someone out and break the skin.
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				Post by: <strong>OniDevil</strong> on <strong>14-11-2012, 04:23:05</strong>
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				Now he wasnt believing her, she can hear it. He doesnt even think she will be much of a fight. She growls and quickly drew her blade, seeing the slow hammer coming for her head. SHe leans forward, her palms flat on the ground, and her legs in splits. Letting the hammer just dodge over her head. She swings her feet to his to get him to fall down to the ground too.&nbsp; She will prove, that she is faster, more flexable, and agile. <br><br>SHe flips back and stands there watching him, she hasnt even pulled out her blade yet, not given the chance till now. SHe held it to the side in front of her face, her eyes on his hands and feet.&nbsp; Layaly completely drowned out the crowd. Knowing they werent of any importance. 
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				Post by: <strong>Ravin</strong> on <strong>14-11-2012, 04:27:19</strong>
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				If one thing Ravin was good at, it was his stance. As Layaly foot connects to his leg its like she kicked the side of a fencing post. It barely moved. Her over fancy footwork made a lot of noise. As she flips back to stand up he was already stepping forward after his swing, his right leg coming up and into the air, thick boot out to screw kick her dead in her gut. The kick was much faster indicating his powerful legs, which he used to keep a sturdy stance, were possibly a bit stronger and faster than his arms. Without heavy armor on to keep him down. The kick if it connected would be much, much harder in the gut than he might intend to. But her growls and jumping around with so much energy was just drawing his full attention to her. But hey, if she was able to beat him, why would she need training from him?
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				Post by: <strong>OniDevil</strong> on <strong>14-11-2012, 04:46:01</strong>
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				When she got up from her flip, she was impacted with a foot to her gut. She winced and slid back a bit. But used the hilt of the blade to jab it up into his jaw to get him to back up and give her a bit of space to think out something. Her eyes flashing around to take in the surrounding, to maybe, show something. He was already proving, she wont win. But if she can just, impress him, a little. THan maybe she can walk away, learning just a few things from just watching him fighting. With a deep breath, she swung her blade to his hip and then ran behind to slash it to his other hip.
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				Post by: <strong>Ravin</strong> on <strong>14-11-2012, 04:53:10</strong>
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				Ravin could feel the fluid moments of her body. She took the hit a bit better than he expected. He took a step back out of a natural reaction and the hilt of her sword swung by his face. Causing his ears to perk up with a curious expression. "...Goodness..." He muttered as she went for his snout with that blow, but just barely missed it. Being a bit slower her was not able to get the space he needed from her next two attacks. Her blade hits his hip and dug into the leather belt. Causing it to cut into his side. Assuming shes right handed his left side gets a nice little gash. His right hand pulls back, as his hammer is in his left hand, while she ran to try and get across his hip his gloved fist came barreling out, aimed right for the side of her face in an attempt to clean her clock. The sting from the cut on his side hurt, but wasn't anything major... If he didn't wash it later it may get infected.
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				Post by: <strong>OniDevil</strong> on <strong>14-11-2012, 05:13:32</strong>
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				She was shocked that she actually got his hip,and actually did some damnage. From the crowd's sounds, they too were shocked. But his hammer came out of no where and&nbsp; only gave her enough time to dodge a bit. It smashes against her upper arm and again,sent her flying the other way. It was her right arm, and she tries to move it. But it hurt..alot. She growls and&nbsp; puts the blade in her left hand. Her right was fucking broken. Now she was pissed. She has to use her speed against him now. Jumpping up, she kicks outward to go kick him in his chest then down again in his knees.&nbsp; Layla's right arm throbs,causing her to shout a bit. 
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				Post by: <strong>Ravin</strong> on <strong>14-11-2012, 05:17:38</strong>
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				Letting out a sigh it seemed she was not giving up yet. Even with her hurt arm. As she growls out, he easily hears her coming and drops his head down. The kick at his chest goes flying by, but the kick at his knees are felt. You think she would have learned from the first hit, his legs were not a good spot to go for. Again her kick hit what feels like a fence post, barely moving them an inch. His whole body turns as he attempts to pivot and grab her right arm, trying to twist it behind her back to force her to drop the sword. As he attempts to twist her arm and grab it, his left knee would come up, trying to hit her right in the gut in the same place he kicked before, working in that weak spot. "...Don't...make me kill you." He warned her.
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				Post by: <strong>OniDevil</strong> on <strong>14-11-2012, 05:23:40</strong>
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				His big hand grabs her arm, and bends it behind her. Her eyes widen as she shouts out in pain. Then soon being hit in her sore gut again. Out of reflexes, her hand drops the blade, and she hears his warning. With a pant and groan, she tries to deal with the pain.<br><br><strong>"I Dropped my weapon! I know when I cant win! Now stop!!"</strong> She says with a shove to step forwar,holding her now broken arm. Layla thinks, she did better than most. Proving she was fast, and could get out of most sticky problems. She turns around, winces again from her broken arm. Now he is probably going to laugh or something predictable a male would do when they win against a female. 
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				Post by: <strong>Ravin</strong> on <strong>14-11-2012, 05:26:40</strong>
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				Ravin would be rolling his eyes, if he could. As she dropped her sword he used his boot to kick it up and catch it. Sheathing it on his belt. His head turns to the crowd, near barking with a snarl. "What the fuck are you looking at? Go back to your jobs! Lazy bums!" The crowd grumbles and went back as the show was over. Stepping over to her he would grab at her hair. Attempting to pull it to drag her into the blacksmithing shop he called his home. using his boot he would kick the door closed behind him and toss her, if he could, against the ground and near the chair.<br><br>"Sit, Ill take a look at that arm. You are useless to anyone, most of all me, if you have a broken arm."
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				Post by: <strong>OniDevil</strong> on <strong>14-11-2012, 05:34:10</strong>
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				He grabs her hair and drags her to his home? THis confused her? He didnt have to pull her hair!? Being pushed in, she used all that she had to make sure she didnt fall on her arm. With a poofed sigh, she takes her seat in the seat. Watching him, walking around like, he can see. It was kinda scary she thought. How he could do all this blind. Though just cause he puts on a blind fold on, doesnt mean he is blind. But,she wasnt about to go and ask if he was lying. Not when he broke her arm, maybe a rib from that kick. One thing though, she sure was taking it better than any other woman would. They would be crying their hearts out in this pain she had&nbsp; shooting all over her body. But her, it hurt, sure. But nothing to cry over. She hasnt cried since she lost her family, and probably never will again. 
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				Post by: <strong>Ravin</strong> on <strong>14-11-2012, 05:44:27</strong>
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				"You shout too much in combat." Ravin starts. His hands rummaging around until he found the bandages and back over to her arm. Two large sticks snagged from the wall along the way. She'd notice he hesitate when stepping near her. Waiting until he heard her heartbeat or breathing before he stepped in close and knelt down next to her. Tugging at her arm he would straighten the bone out, feeling it. "...Mm...It is actually not broken." He'd inform her, paws pushing hard at her shoulder before she'd feel a very painful POP back of her shoulder. The hammer strike on her arm had dislocated it. Still, it would hurt like hell for a good week. He would then lean and attempt to push her onto her back, taking no time for personal space as he would push at her belly, hard. Seeing if she squirmed, got hurt, or shouted about pain.
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				Post by: <strong>OniDevil</strong> on <strong>14-11-2012, 05:52:37</strong>
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				She hears him saying she talks to much in combat and she just lets him rant. Though when he came back, she just, cocked an eyebrow feeling his hands rubbing her arm. Though, the pop, made her bite her lip hard.But still,no tears or screams.&nbsp; Layla became very confused when she felt him now trying to push her on her back and&nbsp; touching the bruising of her stomach. <br><br><strong>"Well....thankyou...for fixing my arm...I wasn't really planning on fighting you...I was picturing your being more...understanding I guess..and eager really. But everyone is wrong now and then."</strong> She sighs letting him examine her rips and her stomach still. There was no need to be mean now. They werent fighting. He was just, helping her get better. 
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				Post by: <strong>Ravin</strong> on <strong>14-11-2012, 05:56:52</strong>
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				With a paw he would reach up to smack her across the back of her head. "It was a test. Do you think I am really like that? My Dead Wife was a dragon. She could rip a whole army apart." He would shift and nod as her belly seemed fine. "Good. This is all set and nice. But that arm... You should really pay attention to your enemies body... You kicked my legs twice...After the first time it did not work and without really trying to push me over...you hit my solid stance." His head shakes, blindfold shifting a bit but keeping its cover. Sitting now on her belly he remarks. "You want to be trained by me? I can do it, but you live and breath what I say. If you go against it, you will be punished. First lesson. Keep still and let me see you."<br><br>How could he see her? Then she would get the idea. He was leaning forward with his hands. Pushing the gloves at the side of her face as he tilts his head carefully, listening to her breathing as he pictures her mind with his hands.
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				Post by: <strong>OniDevil</strong> on <strong>14-11-2012, 06:06:11</strong>
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				The slap on her face, was a bit uncalled for, but again, she do sent say much about it. When he talks about a dead wife being a dragon, she wondered how that work, but doesn't question it. Soon, he was sitting on her gut, and now she was hurting. He was heavy! And was making it harder to breath. She closed her eyes,and took slow breathes. Soon learning to breath with him sitting on her. When he shifts to a straddling position, and hand his hands all over her face. She just, let him do his thing. Figuring that's how he could see her. <br><br><strong>"I understand these terms. I do.....is..there a proper name I should call you, if your training me then?"</strong> She asked, knowing he may be rough and&nbsp; mean, but who wouldn't be? If a student was bad and the master needed to prove they were wrong. A few slaps would be expected. Though, she hopes that's all he will do.
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				Post by: <strong>Ravin</strong> on <strong>14-11-2012, 06:14:05</strong>
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				"Good." He pauses a moment and inhales her scent. His nose leaning down close to her neck as his hands slid from her face, down to her shoulders. She had a noise voice, sweet yet dirty smell and was pleasant in shape. He tried to calm his natural Wolf instincts. He had beaten her after all, and red claws did not have females...So they had to often beat and dominate other females to breed. He shudders once and curls his tail to calm his breathing. Hands pushing down over her sides and his hips shift to touch at her hips. "...You are a half breed...I can smell it. What kind?" His voice, slightly strained and resistant to giving over to his more animal side. She was strong, defiant, needing to be shaped and tamed. It was a perfect for him. Making his animal instincts scream to take her completely. There was that taboo subject of a Master and his Squire. Was the only thing holding him back.
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				Post by: <strong>OniDevil</strong> on <strong>14-11-2012, 06:25:47</strong>
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				She feels his hands roaming more of her. Not on her chest or anything. But more than her face. Then how he was leaning his hips to hers. She grew, a little confused, and nervous. But she just figures, its normal what he does. The soft petting on her, was nice though. Her eyes perk up,and her fluffy silver tail wags slowly.<br><br><strong>"I am half human, half wolf. From the Grey-Moon clan, that burned down eight years ago. There were a few more survivors. But...who knows. It could very much just be me.") She blushed feeling him so close to her, and he was fighting something. But not sure? With a shrug she just, blows it off.<br><br><strong>"You are still trying to get picture of me Sir? Is this how you do it?"</strong> Layla asked out of pure curiosity. Nothing else really. </strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Ravin</strong> on <strong>14-11-2012, 06:37:22</strong>
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				Ravin could feel her hips move from the tail wag and her curious like nature. A wolf halfbreed? She was more than perfect. It caused his ears to pin back and hear her heartbeat pick up from his hands on her hips. The warmth from her cheeks easy to also feel as he quivered once more. She was giving his body all sorts of signals. Another deep inhale of her scent made his mind drift, words barely registering as he drowns in the mindless pleasure. He snaps out of it just a bit as her words end. "...Yes... It is..." He finally spoke, his hands sliding up along her body, continuing to inform her. "...You'll learn how to fight with a sword, but your body also. How to be seductive, enticing, to play upon your innocence...your purity..." His hands would drift up along her abs and under her outfit,&nbsp; pushing slightly at the clothing as he felt his own breathing picking up, reacting to her body's reactions. Feeding off her embarrassed nervous nature.
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				Post by: <strong>OniDevil</strong> on <strong>14-11-2012, 06:43:50</strong>
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				She hears him say that this is how he learns what she looks like. Layla just shrugs and lays there. THough,it as relaxing. HEr eyes close lightly as her tail wags a bit more happily. His hands traveling up her sides now. Making her blush burn hotter,&nbsp; and this, slight moan left her lips whe his hands went under her shirt some. THen it hits her, he might just be wanting a feel of a woman.<br><br><strong>"Hey there..I think you got enough sir. You dont have to feel under my shirt master."</strong> She says taking his hands and softly removing them from under her shirt. Layla figures he must have an idea what she feels like now. THough them both being wolf. This made it a little more fun and easier. 
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				Post by: <strong>Ravin</strong> on <strong>14-11-2012, 06:50:33</strong>
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				Had not intended on just feeling her up. Her bodies reactions were driving natural instincts. As she pushed at his hands, it brought him from his haze and he let out a snort to clear the fog from his mind. The moan on her lips made his own maw part, leaning over to near her lips. "...Are you trying to give me orders?" He questioned once, his hand raising up to give her a nice heavy smack across her face to remind her of her place. His ears pinning back as he leaned away from her to remark. "I said you live and breath say. This includes what I am doing. However, the Master was a nice touch. It saved you from a good lashing. We do that in the military, and we'd do it here if you backtalk again."
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				Title: <strong>Re: So not a Knights Tale (Ravin &amp; Irishblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OniDevil</strong> on <strong>15-11-2012, 02:29:10</strong>
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				She was shocked that he slapped her like that. Her hand rushes to where he had slapped her, and her eyes look at him with shock.&nbsp; She grew nervous to as what she got herself into. She wasn't giving him an order, she didn't think she was anyways. <br><br><strong>"But..but...I don't want you touching me like this?"</strong> Layla grew more cautious of his hands getting closer and bolder to her large chest. Her breathing getting a bit frantic, causing her chest to rise and fall, faster. <br><br><strong>"How..how is this part of training sir?"</strong> Layla has never been touched, never mated or had sex before. He could probably smell that. That she has never been claimed before. He was a wolf after all, so his smelling was probably as good as hers. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: So not a Knights Tale (Ravin &amp; Irishblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ravin</strong> on <strong>15-11-2012, 02:36:23</strong>
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				Giving a pull at her ear, he explained. "You are a woman as well. Just by the touch alone I can tell you like give lust to those who can gaze upon you. I am thankful I am blind, as your kind words before may have lured me into training you without even testing you. So, not only is your sword a weapon, but your body will be as well.&nbsp; Your arm is hurt, So where should we start. " Releasing her ear after he thought about her other statement, he puts a finger to his lips and thinks.<br><br>"So let me get this right, you want me to train you, to shape you, and give you whatever you want. However, I get nothing in return? This deal seems very one sided, doesn't it? I am kind, but too kind? I am no fool. You have no money, I have bested you, and you are submitting to me. Are there any objections any further or do I need to do this the old fashioned way in my clan? Do you know how us Red-Claws mate, Mm? We take, we rape, we engorge ourselves in those we have defeated. Our red tips come from killing our enemies and dipping it in their blood. My ancestors did it, and their deeds and victories stain even me, and my children if I ever have them."<br><br>He leaned down close now, nose to nose with her. "I can smell you have never done this before... Your light moans, how sensitive your body is." As he spoke, his words began to grow more silent, dripping with desire and filling her ears. His claws lightly running over her smooth skin of her belly, causing some goosebumps to rise up. "...Your heart and scent betray you, Layla. Even your breathing grows ragged, unsure, but wanton..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: So not a Knights Tale (Ravin &amp; Irishblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OniDevil</strong> on <strong>15-11-2012, 03:27:31</strong>
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				His words, made her eyes widen, making her now, feel bad, when she shouldnt! She has the right to not want to give up her virginity. She, wants to save herself for someone who would love her. But, how often do you hear of her kind finding love. Layla feels his hands roaming her body more boldly now and she bites her lips, and a very settled little moan left her lips. THough she places her hands on his chest and pushes softly on it.<br><br><strong>"I..I..dont want to...please.....just...just..not now at least....please.."</strong> Another moan left her lips as he got closer, and rubs his hands over her soft stomach. She was silky, sweet smelling. SHe maybe a tough bitch, but she was, gorgeous, stunning, and flawless. Layla never really saw herself as beautiful though, since no males were really lining up to get her.&nbsp; When he talks about rape and taking what he wants. She got, a bit more scared. Her heart races faster as she tries to wiggle free a bit.<br><br><strong>"That..that isnt neccessary is it? I..I can pay you..I will get a job..and..and pay you..hopefully...please..not this.."</strong> Her voice was shaky as she grew a bit more scared of his wondering hands.
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				Title: <strong>Re: So not a Knights Tale (Ravin &amp; Irishblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ravin</strong> on <strong>15-11-2012, 03:35:16</strong>
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				Her moans were making his fur stand on end, and her pleading only drew his darker desires from his mind. He listens to everything she says, word for word. Lips parting to inhale her breath as she moaned and spoke out.&nbsp; His single gloved finger places gently to her lips as he leans against her. Chest now against hers. He wasn't heavy, but he was certainly very toned. Every muscle of his body flexing some as he continued his dark whispers to further push at her mind. "...Do you think I need money? You wanted me to train you... You already said yes. There is no backing out of this. You already lost and you are my Squire. Do you understand what that means?" <br><br>The finger on her lip slid down over her chin, then to her neck. Slowly dragging down to her top as he grasped it by the center between her cleavage, causing it to tighten and push her breasts together. His ears flick to the side, then back upon her. "...If you do not trust me now, Then I have to make you trust me...One day you will thank me. Even if you hate me in this moment. When I am long dead and you have succeeded me..." His words, a tone of remorse and regret in them. Seeming he had his own reasons for doing this he pulled at the top, drawing her up to his lips and without warning, he kissed her. Tasting her lips and inhaling her very essence of her body, chest to chest and still sitting upon her hips. One hand holding at her shirt and the other braced to the ground to support him leaning over her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: So not a Knights Tale (Ravin &amp; Irishblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OniDevil</strong> on <strong>15-11-2012, 03:50:01</strong>
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				His larger body was now pressed to hers. SHe wasnt going to lie, he was nicely toned, not too much, not too less. He was big, rough, and strong. Something, she is kinda weak for. And how he just, thinks he can have her, cause she said to being his squire, was also, kinda turning her one. But still, in her head, she was scared. Not wanting to do this.Not wanting to go any farther than this. Her dark gray blue eyes widen feeling his lips on hers. She wasnt sure what to do. Her chest was pulled closer to his, and she didnt know how to kiss. Never had one before now. So, she just lets him kiss her, and pull back when he was done. Layla looks down seeing him straddling her, and he was stronger, this she knew.<br><br><strong>"What..what is it you are truely asking of me?"</strong> She asked, her eyes shaking, and her heart racing with fear. What does she say or do, if it what she thinks it is, he wants? Layla was shaking a bit, and yet, her body was turned on at the same time. WHy was she so confused!? Why did he have to be like this? Does he even know what to do? Has he done this blind before? Layla was scared of the pain too. THough her eyes travel down to his pants. Trying to see what he had going on down there. Biting her lip, she suddenly, got a little more moist. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: So not a Knights Tale (Ravin &amp; Irishblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ravin</strong> on <strong>15-11-2012, 04:08:26</strong>
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				Ravin had not done this before blind, but he was experienced. Her fear filled heart and shaking body only added to his personal excitement. Her words dripping over his ears, causing his mouth to part as he inhaled her moistened smell. Her body giving him all the signals to continue. So he would. As she seemed to be no longer wiggling or fighting, but accepting what was going to happen. He noticed how she did not know how to really kiss, so he took this chance to further open her mind to him. Strong hand still upon her shirt like some sort of collar.<br><br>"I am asking you to trust me. You know if I wanted to hurt you...I can. Does it seem like I want to hurt you now?" Even though he was ruthless, harsh, and cold, he still held a bit of his mentality. When she looked down at his pants, he did have a sizable sheath hidden by the pants, one she might even feel pushed against her thigh and hip as he was sitting on her. The Red-Claws were only bred to be the best.&nbsp; Her smell caused his own musky heavy smell fills her nose as their bodies start to meld with each other, giving off all the animal like signals for a mate.&nbsp; <br><br>Hand pulling at her shirt he spoke quietly to her, causing her head to raise back up close to his. "...Open your mouth just a bit, push your lips to mine and close your eyes... Your body will know what to do... Submit to the desire...I will guide you..." At the end of his sentence, his lips now part and push back to hers once more. His body flush and against hers. Causing his hips to press down delightfully. Sending shudders up her spine. The parted lips against hers allowed him to breath into her mouth, giving her back a taste of his own saliva as he further invades her senses. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: So not a Knights Tale (Ravin &amp; Irishblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OniDevil</strong> on <strong>15-11-2012, 04:24:03</strong>
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				Layla felt odd now. She listens and waits till he finished talking. With a sigh, she shakes her head. It was true..if he didn't really care for what she thought, he would have just, done it by now.<br><br><strong>"I guess you are right..I just.....you know....is nervous....."</strong> But then he was then telling her how to kiss, and had his lips to hers again. This kiss was stronger, more heated. Layla's eyes fluttered back into her skull, and a hand runs up his chest,and her arms soon around his neck. This was all new to her, but it naturally, felt, OK. What does she care? A woman like her, will be on the run most of her life. Why not and just, have a random hook up. Was it bad, now that she was his sore? His student? His pupil? He was her master now, her teacher. But, he must be lonely or something. So, She figures, she can let him have his way as a pay to teach her. <br><br>Her body feels his body, getting all pumped and excited. Its natural for a male to get all excited when he was getting ready to mate. Her body, was telling him she was ready. And his scent, drove her wild. He was so strong and powerful. She was half wolf, and he had the qualities of a perfect mate.&nbsp; Her body slowly lays down, and allows him to lay on top of her easier. Then she pulls away slowly, licking his lips once.<br><br><strong>"Mmmm..</strong> She moans softly, and faintly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: So not a Knights Tale (Ravin &amp; Irishblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ravin</strong> on <strong>15-11-2012, 04:35:40</strong>
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				Ravin would not give into the personal feelings of being lonely. He was, even if he'd never admit it. After the last war, losing his eyes and his wife. It was just darkness. The only warmth he had was offered by the fire of the forge when he made things. This, this was different. He had many men and women come to demand him to train them. Many of them right away openly attacking him because he was blind to try and prove their points. Yet Layla had nothing. She was a halfbreed. She wanted to become something and he could relate to it. <br><br>Their lips part for a moment as she pulls away to lick at his open lips. Her moans like toxic to his ears causing him to pant just a bit while she lays back completely. He forces himself back. Reminding him that this was her first time. He could not just ravage her. No matter how supple and delicious her body felt against his. The grime of her hard work and moistened feminine swirl only coaxed him to quiver.&nbsp; His hands run to his belt and unties his apron off, pulling it free to expose his long sleeve undershirt. As if, further to train and tease her, he spoke through a strained panting voice. Clear in his tone he was lusting for her at this point.<br><br>"...Even...in moments like this...Those who just demand to bed with someone are often poor lovers or mates... " As he spoke, his gloves were slowly pulled off. Exposing his scarred and burned hands to her eyes. His voice low, a husky whisper as he continued. "The first time, should always mean something..." His belt was pulled free, loosening his shirt and pants a bit. "It should be the foundation..." The few buttons of his shirt popped free, exposing his scarred chest as he slid out of the dirty white fabric. "A start. It builds a relation between the two...and trust..." Tossing the shirt aside, he lean back down close to her lips, hips shifting to slides the pants down now. "You can use this...to love someone..." With a rather skilled snake of his hips, grinding to tease her and slid the pants off. "or abuse it and control them..." At the final bit of his words, his boots and pants were completely off. now naked against her aside from his blindfold. Dozens of scars danced along his body for her viewing pleasure.
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				Title: <strong>Re: So not a Knights Tale (Ravin &amp; Irishblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OniDevil</strong> on <strong>15-11-2012, 05:13:10</strong>
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				She felt them kissing for a bit longer, but he pulls away and sits up a bit. Her eyes watched him slowly undressing himself. Her eyes widen, seeing the scars all over him. Something that was, rather hot she thought. Scars were interesting, and slowly she saw him become more and more naked. Till he was completely naked and she saw his cock fly out. And her body reacted instantly. Soemthing she has never felt before. She was still in her tights, and shirt. ANd her hands were slowly roaming all over his chest, arms, stomach, and thighs. Avoiding his groin area. Not sure if she should or not.&nbsp; She has never seen one before, and his, was getting her arroused greatly between her thighs.<br><br>She slowly leans in, and kisses his chest. Kissing it softly, and slowly. Licking his scars slowly as well. Her hands ever so delicately, and womanly rub over his muscles. His words, only making her wanting this more.<br><br>((SORRY ITS SHORT! I was destracked by my bf!!))
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				Title: <strong>Re: So not a Knights Tale (Ravin &amp; Irishblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ravin</strong> on <strong>15-11-2012, 05:30:22</strong>
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				Pauses as her personality suddenly turns subservient. Her licks and kisses on his chest felt good. Her arousal smell was pleasant and her suddenly licks were too good to pass up. A deep murr pushed past his lips as he curled his fingers into her hair and strokes quietly over her ear. A deep murr of acceptance pushes past his muzzle as she tends so delicately to his war torn body. Swaying his long red tipped tail in delight. He noticed her hands avoided his groin, and he quietly added. "...You may." Against the side of her ear to inform her she should explore everything. He wanted her to experience this.<br><br>As she touches over his body, she could tell it was exciting him. The large canine cock easily within her view and pretty large. Not too big, but big enough to be pleasantly terrifying. A small amount of heavy smelling pre beads at the very tip for her. Every throb of his heart caused it to pump blood through his veins, making it wiggle just before her eyes in anticipation. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: So not a Knights Tale (Ravin &amp; Irishblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OniDevil</strong> on <strong>15-11-2012, 05:39:52</strong>
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				He held her hair every so softly, and she bit her lip with excitement. Till, he says she may touch it. She wanted to! BOY DID SHE! But at the sametime..she was nervous. Her hand, slowly reaches in, and grasped it in her hand, rather firmly. She melts feeling how thick, and warm it was. The viens, were perfect. Not too much, not too little of them. When it jumps and wiggles in her hand. She bit her lip more, and her thighs rub together. Between her thighs, she was feeling tingles and such as she held the shaft. Her eyes look up to his, but see, the blind fold. She forgot he was blind. HOw did she forget that? <br><br>Slowly, her hand griped, it just a bit tighter, and she runs her hand up fromt he bottom of the shaft to his tip. Her thumb softly rubs around the round soft tip. Hearing thats a weak spot for them. She giggled loving how it felt in her hand alone. Layla figures he has probably had waaaay better before. But, how many 20 year old virgins do you come across? And to top it off, as beautiful as she was. She was rare, thats for sure. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: So not a Knights Tale (Ravin &amp; Irishblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ravin</strong> on <strong>15-11-2012, 05:58:19</strong>
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				Ravin was trembling just slightly. Her excitement was seeping into him. Even her little giggle made his fur stand on end and his body shake once more. Yeah, he may have had better, but it had been so long he didn't care. The strokes on his member made his claws dig just lightly into the ground. Slipping up to her chest to fiddle with her top. He could make her new clothing...Better armor too. With that in mind she'd feel his claws push, and rip the top down the middle, exposing her rather busy size to the air. He might be blind, but he knew what was before him. As she pushes and rubs at the tip, he groans lightly over her breasts. Leaning down to silence himself around the left breast. Skilled and blind accuracy pushes right to her nipple. Sealing it between his lips with a heavy suck.
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				Title: <strong>Re: So not a Knights Tale (Ravin &amp; Irishblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OniDevil</strong> on <strong>15-11-2012, 06:09:11</strong>
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				She hears him grunting and growling as her hand rubs his tip only for a bit, her other hand grabbing his shaft to pump that, as her other rubs all over the tip. When he rips her shirt open, her large chest bursts out, and she blushed. Does he know her chest isnt like most women? But when he leans down seeming to know right where her hardening nipples were, her eyes roll back as she moans to him louder. It was something she hasnt felt before. Her one hand had to let go of his tip to rub his chest and arms, as her hand pumps all his cock faster. Her skin, soft, smooth, warm, her hand tiny and dainty. She didnt know how fun it was to just rub one. But, it was rather intertianing for some reason.&nbsp; Layla felt herself getting wet through her panties now, and it made her blush more. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: So not a Knights Tale (Ravin &amp; Irishblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ravin</strong> on <strong>15-11-2012, 06:40:27</strong>
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				Was she trying to get him off this way? The way she handled his body was a turn on. His eyes closed a moment with a heavy pant into the air. Sliding his fingers into her hair more pre leaked out against her warm palm. As she rubs at his chest and arms he further was enticed to explore this new body that belonged to him. His hands slipping down over her pants and panties, curling around her hips and tugging them down. Her smell was strong and it made the shaft she was pumping throb eagerly for her. Tossing at the pants to the pile of their clothing he pushed her back to the cold floor. Slowly bucking his hips against her hand. Yeah, he was a bit of an animal at this point. Anything would do. One release was not going to cut it.<br><br>His tongue swirl on her nipple as she moans louder. Giving him a bit of leeway to pull back on the sensitive nub with a faint pop sound. Once free the maw pushed to the other breast, sliding over to the other nipple and sucking down hard upon it. He had to know every inch of her body. Wanting to claim it all. The small affair between the two now, squire and knight was heating up easily. Doubting it would just be the simple training most went through.
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				Title: <strong>Re: So not a Knights Tale (Ravin &amp; Irishblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OniDevil</strong> on <strong>15-11-2012, 06:52:47</strong>
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				He getting her going faster and faster. Sucking on her little nipples was driving her crazy, the feeling of him in her hand, and bucking once or twice in it. Made her giggle a bit and pump a Little faster for her new master. But, now he had her naked, and on the cold floor. IT made her jump up to his body. Her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist as he was on his hands and knees. <br><br><strong>"That's freezing!? Come on? NO bed? No furrs on the floor?"</strong> She asked seeing that he wasn't going to really care, so she sighs and lays down on her back. The coldness made her nipples pop out harder,and she kisses his chest and licks his nipples a few times to. Her hands roaming down his hips, arms, and over his ass and thighs a bit. To get a good feeling of him all. She was still wet, and to the point, it was now running down her thighs to the floor. His cock, was a good meaty size and she was drooling over it now. Her lips slowly trailing down his chest lower down his stomach. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: So not a Knights Tale (Ravin &amp; Irishblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ravin</strong> on <strong>15-11-2012, 07:09:00</strong>
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				Feeling her kiss lower made his body shift just slightly. She seemed to complain about the cold floor and he did have some rugs...Just not near where they started. The floor wouldn't remain cold for long with how hot their bodies were getting. Soon he pulled his hands from her hips and slid into her hair. Her giggles and submissiveness further turned him onto her. His abs flex in, causing the tight muscle to be exposed and more scarring to be felt across her lips. The smell heavier the lower she got, drowning her mind in lust and desire. It seemed it was the right thing to do to tell her to let her mind run wild without thinking. She was turning into quite the prize.<br><br>"Mmm...Find something you like?" He asked, having to release her nipple as she was kissing down his chest, panting hard and looking down at her as he was ontop of her, after all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: So not a Knights Tale (Ravin &amp; Irishblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OniDevil</strong> on <strong>15-11-2012, 20:38:12</strong>
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				Her fluffy ears lay back on her head as she kisses down lower, slower. From his nipples to his abs. Her hands rubbing his sides to hips down his thighs. But grips his cock and pumps he slowly to get him going. Layla kisses from his belly button, to just above her pumping hands. When he asks if she has found anything she liked. She giggled a sexy innocent giggle, then grips him to hold him. Kissing the tip of his cock. Her lips, warm, soft, and perfectly moist on the soft big tip. She angles her self, so she kiss him down his shaft, then trace her tongue all the way back up to the tip.Circling her tongue on the tip, and flicks it all the way back down. Moaning, as she licks him more and more. She even gave his sack a kiss or two. <br><br>Till she holds the shaft and pushes his cock into her mouth softly. Sucking ever so carefully of just a few starter inches in her mouth. Layla has never done this before. So she is trying her best to not disappoint him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: So not a Knights Tale (Ravin &amp; Irishblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ravin</strong> on <strong>15-11-2012, 20:48:19</strong>
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				Ravin was a very vanilla lover. So what she was doing surprised and turned him on a great deal. Every kiss down his body and to her giggle caused that fur to stand on end. Adjusting his legs so hes straddling her face a bit, giving her plenty of access to the large shaft. The thick orbs against her mouth as she kissed throbbed in response, his body answering her question that she was idneed not disappointing him. The musk covering her face now as she was so close, even bits of pre getting on her hair or ears, maybe even her cheek from how close she was. The curved tip easily fits in her mouth, melting with her tongue and roof of her mouth. Her light suck caused a small amount of pre to be drained against the back of her tongue and roof of her mouth. Causing the large wolf above her to shudder.<br><br>Slowly, his maw parted into a light groan, praising her. "...Good Squire." His tail coiled high in the air. Fighting every resistance to buck against her mouth. To use her. She was being so good and it was driving his mind a blaze. Lust swirling in his mound as the soft sounds of her light suckles filled the quiet smithy. As if the whole world only existed of them in this moment.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So not a Knights Tale (Ravin &amp; Irishblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OniDevil</strong> on <strong>15-11-2012, 20:59:32</strong>
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				His pre cum surprised her now and then, not knowing to lick it, or stop? Or keep going. But, she just licks it up, to see if she even liked it. It wasn't all that bad she thought. She has eaten worse things&nbsp; than this, that's for sure. So she licks it up off his cock and even licks the few drops that splashed on her large chest. When he grunts, she giggled with him still in her mouth. Her soft fingers holding onto his thighs to keep him still. Layla pulls off him for a second to take a breath, then lean in again, trying to get at least&nbsp; in her mouth, focusing on letting it slip and slide down her throat to get every inch in her mouth. A gag, and cough here and there. And a few tries, but she did get it. It was confusing, but so worth it once every fat inch was in her mouth. <br><br>Her moans vibrated on his cock, and her hands held onto his hips more when she starts to actually suck harder, and bob her head slowly. To get the feel and to time her bobs. Letting her lips tightly suck on his skin. She cant believe she was doing this, and that, she was enjoying at that too. But, she was loving it! Drooling over it and craving to keep going. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: So not a Knights Tale (Ravin &amp; Irishblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ravin</strong> on <strong>15-11-2012, 21:06:15</strong>
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				A low moan echoed in the blacksmith as she only got rougher and more eager with the cock. It was like she was trying to eat him. She was even swallowing the precum! He could feel her sucking it out, wanting more, and drooling. The noises only getting louder and filling his ears. Then her moans...Oh God's have some mercy on him. it was a beautiful dark sight to see her gagging herself on the cock needy. He didn't even have to shove it into her mouth and make her do it. The thick meat between her lips throbbed, spurting a bit of pre against the back of her throat, draining down to into her belly and feeding her. She seemed to eager for it so he wasn't holding back.<br><br>Slowly his hand slid into the back of her long white locks and took hold. Helping her bob her head slowly. As she pulls back, he does also. When she noses in to tightly suck and deep throat him, he pushes into her mouth with her. Causing it to slide even a few more inches down her throat. Nice and easy, bit by bit like he was helping train her or somehow knew what he was doing. Truth was, he didn't. Not like this. That didn't stop him from enjoying it and loving it also. "Oh...fuck... that...feels great." She might be a virgin, but she was shaping up to be his favorite, even more so than his late wife. Damn stubborn dragons never wanted to experiment!
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				Title: <strong>Re: So not a Knights Tale (Ravin &amp; Irishblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OniDevil</strong> on <strong>15-11-2012, 21:17:13</strong>
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				He let a bit more cum fill her mouth and she swallowed it down as if it were water. When he helped her bob her head on his cock more. She giggled, and blushed more. Getting more wet between her thighs, her little fingers holding him still, as she dares to bob her head faster, and suck harder. Slurpping down any cum that shot into her mouth. Layla loved his grunts and moans, She wanted more of them! TO hear him, it was hot hearing him enjoying her. Glad she can please such a male like him to begin with. <br><br>Layla could feel how wet she was, with out even having to check. So Soon she dared to bob her head faster, and suck on him harder. Her lips tightening around his warm throbbing cock even more.Not wanting to stop unless he told her so. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: So not a Knights Tale (Ravin &amp; Irishblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ravin</strong> on <strong>15-11-2012, 21:23:28</strong>
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				How can her mouth feel this good?&nbsp; Her giggles and moist mouth was just a cruel combination. She had to be a succubus of some sort. This was too good to be true. Oh how he did not care. She was offering her body to him now unconditionally. How could he not want more of her? Her tightening lips only made his moans louder. Growing closer to his climax. Fingers digging gently into her scalp as he held her head firmly now. Her head bobbed faster with her own motions, driving his sensations further along his spine. Too good. no way she was a virgin! Maybe it was just their bodies lusting so heavily for that release. He didn't know anymore. Didn't care to know.<br><br>Her smell of her wetness is what really drove him over the edge. Fingers curl into her hair as he pushes her head against his cock. Hilting it deep against her throat and back of her tongue. Those balls constricted before her eyes and he released. Thick ropes of his cum were force fed down her throat. Making her eyes water as he held her by the hair to take every drop for their first time. The cock throbbed against her mouth, making her ears ring and beat like a drum as the sticky seed leaked down her throat. Light tugs at her hair could be felt as he grinds against the back of her mouth, getting every drop out and moaning heavily into the air. In bliss from their oral foreplay.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So not a Knights Tale (Ravin &amp; Irishblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OniDevil</strong> on <strong>15-11-2012, 21:30:16</strong>
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				Layla loved how it felt, and tasted, it was something she can see herself getting use too. What shocked her more was she was able to learn so quickly. Though his cock did this strong throbbing in her mouth, she wondered, if that meant what she thought it did. Soon enough, he held her head tightly, forcing just that last few inches down her throat. She gagged a bit, just a bit, before feeling his hot cum shoot down her throat. She moans and holds his hips to keep him in. Letting him dump his seed into her mouth. Her eyes rolled back far into her skull.<br><br>He cummed much longer than she thought it took to release. It was her first time, so maybe every guy was different? Or he was just, something special. Either way, she wasnt complaining and drunk it all down. Slowly pulling her lips off, and took him out. HEr tongue licks up any left overs that didnt make it down her mouth. Not wanting to waste any cum at all. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: So not a Knights Tale (Ravin &amp; Irishblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ravin</strong> on <strong>15-11-2012, 21:35:49</strong>
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				Groaning out loud she seemed to take it all in stride. No complaints, not objections. She didn't even try to push away. She actually had pulled in. The gagging and moans she gave off from the oral pleasure was surreal. The thick shaft was finally pulled from her mouth and he felt her tongue licking up what was left. He still somehow remained hard before her eyes. Yes, Ravin was very different, very much so. His hand slides through her hair as he pants hard, wasting no time he slides down her body a bit. Her head in his chest and caused her breasts to fit against his abs. The tip of the spit covered cock pushed against her lower lips. Curved tip near scooping and parting her open just by the poke alone.<br><br>With a very slow push against her wetness he slid in effortlessly, up until he hit her hymen. Sinking past it and pushed into her depths. Stretching her wide and parting he walls so he'd fit. The large cock she had just deep throated invades her engorged walls. Tip pressed firm against her cervix and almost into her womb. A perfect deep fit for the half breed. Their hips locked together he did not let her escape from his grasp. He was claiming her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: So not a Knights Tale (Ravin &amp; Irishblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OniDevil</strong> on <strong>16-11-2012, 02:17:18</strong>
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				She lays there under him, feeling him laying ontop of her to get comfortable. She knew it was coming now, he hadnt soften up at all, and spread her legs. Laying himself between her thick, sexy, and wet thighs. Her arms wrap around him, and hang onto his shoulders from behind. She was scared as hell. Feeling him lowering her hips to hers. Her eyes wiiden feeling his large round tip pressing to her entrance. She whimpers a bit from the streatch of him still trying to get in her.<br><br><strong>"MAster..it hurts...AH!"</strong> SHe whimpers when he pushes in her tight walls slowly, then breaks through her hyme. Her eyes widen and water up as her thighs twitch with pain. Her nails dug into his shoulders and down his back some as she whimpers under him. She felt her thighs trying to close, but his body was in the way. HEr back arches up as she fusses about it hurting. But her little bit of wiggles made him wiggle in her, and that hurt more! Calming down, she lays there, frozen, gripping him tightly, and feeling him just pushing more and more fat inches in her wallls. Layla cant believe it, she wsant a virgin now...she..she actually let a male in her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: So not a Knights Tale (Ravin &amp; Irishblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ravin</strong> on <strong>16-11-2012, 02:22:02</strong>
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				As she cries out and clings her nails and grasps against him just excite the Wolf. Her panting breath against him made him murr louder. As they cling to eachother, he bucks his hips gently to hers. Starting to work her walls apart so she gets used to him. His lips parting to whisper in her ear. "...Trust me...the pain...will pass." Her wetness helped a lot. She was soaked and he could feel it. It also helped she had gotten him wet from her mouth. With his ears pinned back hard he rolls his hips nice and slow. The wet sloshing sound could be heard as he rides up into her. Inch by Inch as he drives against her. Getting her used to such a large shaft her first time. Light moans gasp out into the air near her, making him shudder even more.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So not a Knights Tale (Ravin &amp; Irishblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OniDevil</strong> on <strong>16-11-2012, 02:37:49</strong>
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				Layla remembers being told as much as it hurts, it will fade, she was having a hard time believing that right this second though. Her body winces feeling him grinding into her slowly, then out, then in. HEr nails dug deeper into her as she was doing her best to focus on the little pleasure she was feeling. IT, felt a little good. Feeling his fat cock rubbing her tight walls nicely. How it twitches in her now and then, drove her a bit wild. After a few minutes of this, fighting the pain. She, felt, a good thrust. Something, made her eyes widen,but not of a pain. They rolled back in her head for a bit, as she spreads her thighs just, a smidge more for him. Though, more of him fell in deeper and she yelped out loudly for a bit. Till he did a few more good thrusts. <br><br>Not knowing what to do, it just happened naturally,she let out, some soft moans. Her nails, slowly removing themself from his flesh. Her breasts, bouncing with each thrust into her. Layla, could feel the pain leaving, and pleasure replacing it.<br><br><strong>"Ma..master....it...its not....as bad..uuh.."</strong> Layla moans a bit softer again. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: So not a Knights Tale (Ravin &amp; Irishblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ravin</strong> on <strong>16-11-2012, 02:46:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ravin did not want to ruin her first time with him. Maybe many times after he may take and use her. Like the full moon, but this, this had to be special. This had to push her mind over to seal him being her Master. His hips roll, the tip prodding and pushing deep. As her legs spread, his hands slip to her thighs and spread her legs even wider so she is open to him a bit more. Her breasts possibly blocking her view but if she'd look down she would see him rocking and driving into her. Every so often picking up the pace just a little bit. Moving in rhythm with her body, making her breasts rock more with his thrust. "...It gets better..." He concludes, now sitting up a bit so she could look up at him. Her breasts swinging freely, hips meeting hips as he works her tight muscles in.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So not a Knights Tale (Ravin &amp; Irishblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OniDevil</strong> on <strong>16-11-2012, 03:02:22</strong>
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				His big hands hold her thighs open more. When he sits up a bit, she can see his body better and she bites her lip. He was, hot, she gives him that. The scars, were rough, his muscles strong. He was big, like big in body mass. Something about a big male rolling and grinding on her, dominating her, has always been a thing for her. If she were to be a girl who was sexually active. But she wasn't, well..maybe she will just for this guy. When he speeds up every so often, she was glad that he was being careful with her for her first time. For this, she was thankful, and leans her chin up a bit to licks his jaw, and lips slowly. Holding on to his biceps as he spreads her thighs more. She moans out louder, filling the room with her now, more rougher, and more pleasureable moans. <br><br>Layla does a little grinding her hips to his a bit. Feeling her large breasts having more room to bounce. She wonders why his hands we rent perving all over her? She thought he would be a bit touchy and grabby so he could see with his hands. She wants him to know what he was doing to her body. Her back arches up higher, with he head leaning back as she moans in a higher pitch. Her toes curling as the sound of his cock pushing in and out of her made her blush. She did try to peek down there. But her breasts were bouncing&nbsp; in her way. She dug her nails down his arms as she starts breathing heavier and moaning more louder for him. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So not a Knights Tale (Ravin &amp; Irishblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ravin</strong> on <strong>16-11-2012, 03:13:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				When she moaned hard, his ears flicked up high to catch every sound. Her increased breath, the heartbeat. Her smell was heavy and he found himself lusting after it. The small little grind was perfect, making the large Wolf over her moan out into the air. His hands haven't had the chance yet to perv over her body. As he had to spread her thighs a bit to relax her. Now that she was moaning out and licking his chin, he was all over her. His broad chest pushes down a bit and his strong thick paws push to each of her large breasts. Squeezing each of them. The thick bust squeezes and pillows between digits on his hands. Using her breasts as an anchor point he starts to get a bit harder with her slender frame.<br><br>A heavy moan escapes his throat as he really gets moving with her. The veiny shaft deep within her folds fits perfectly now. having shaped and hallowed out her lovely mound for his own personal use. Slowly he leaned back, testing her after a hard thrust. Letting the member slip right out to leave her entrance gaping open and drooling from their session. His tongue rolling out over her ear as he muttered. "...Not so bad...is it?" He wanted to hear her admit she liked it, how much she was loving this moment. Working her mind a bit to break her on all fronts. Physically already, emotionally now, and mentally when this was all done.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So not a Knights Tale (Ravin &amp; Irishblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OniDevil</strong> on <strong>16-11-2012, 03:30:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He was all over her now suddenly. ANd she was loving it! Her body gets warm under his hands, her breasts loving his hands all over them. Her body shivering as she couldnt stop moaning, letting him know he was working her perfectly. THough, when he pulls out. She was begging and whimpering for him to shove himself back in.<br><br><strong>"MASTER!! Dont stop!! MORE!! MORE!! PLEASE!! I LOVE IT!!!"</strong> Her voice was begging for his cock to go back in. She held her legs open for him, and starts kissing all over his chest and neck. Panting with this little breather. Her body arching, and her hands grab his hips, pulling his hips to hers.<br><br><strong>"MATE WITH ME!! IM BEGGING!"</strong> She moaned softlyinto his ear, and nibbles his ear softly. Forcing his hands to her breasts again. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: So not a Knights Tale (Ravin &amp; Irishblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ravin</strong> on <strong>16-11-2012, 03:36:31</strong>
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				Ravin was sitting up as she begs and clings to his frame, trying to push back. He stays on his knees and draws her in close to pick her up, standing with her in his arms. Her lovely bottom is pushed against the wall, her legs around his hips as he has her suspended in the air. His hands pushing back to her breasts as he squeezes them tightly. Forcing dents in her skin from how rough he was handling her breasts. Suspending her in the air he drops her back on the cock, plunging it deep as she said to mate with her. Her body in a freefall, never touching the ground but always bouncing on the thick cock that rammed back up into her. The gravity of the position helping him push and slam against her body repeatedly. Her juices dripping onto the floor from how her legs were. Really working her body this time.<br><br>"Nnn... That's... a good girl...Tell...me again. How much...you love it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: So not a Knights Tale (Ravin &amp; Irishblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OniDevil</strong> on <strong>16-11-2012, 03:43:13</strong>
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				He suddenly picks her up, has her luscious ass to the wall, and her thick thighs around his hips. His hands on her breasts, and his cock shoved up into her. He was slamming into her harder and faster now. And the gravity on their side. SHe moans into the air. her legs wide with her feet bouncing as they mate harder. She could feel her fluids running down her body, some down his thighs, and to the floor. Shew as so embarrassed, and yet, turned on at the same time. When he talks dirty to her, she yanks his hair a bit, in sexy way. And does a little bouncing on his cock too. <br><br><strong>"UUH! I LOVE IT!!! MORE MASTER!!"</strong> She was practially screaming, people walking by the shop could most definately hear them, mostly her. The sounds of his cock ramming in and out, made her feel more naugthy about this. How, she was his squire now, and that this wasnt really looked high apon...well...for all the people know. It could be some hooker or wench. THey dont know that she is in her, and what harm can they really do if they do find out its student and teacher mating?
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				Title: <strong>Re: So not a Knights Tale (Ravin &amp; Irishblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ravin</strong> on <strong>16-11-2012, 03:48:25</strong>
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				He did not care if people heard her, or him for that matter. They couldn't tell him who he could train or not. His hips roll faster, her screaming and heavy moans were music to his ears. Everytime she would try to gasp for air after a scream he was just pounding right up against her. Forcing air from her longs. Her breasts bounce in his rough scarred hands, causing her nipples to rub against the rough callused hands. He enjoys the hair pull and shoves his mouth hard against hers. Kissing her deep and rough to silence her screams a bit. Not in a bad way, mind you, it was more to hide his own heavy moans. The whole slutty motions of her screaming out like a bitch to be mated with was just getting him off so well. The wall smacking against her bottom delightfully every time he rams into her front, making heavy knocking sounds and sending a few things to topple off the wall next to them. He didn't care, not one bit. He was focused on mating and breeding Layla.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So not a Knights Tale (Ravin &amp; Irishblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OniDevil</strong> on <strong>16-11-2012, 04:00:17</strong>
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				When he kisses her, her arms flung around his neck as she kisses him long and hard. Her tongue wrestling with his, she moans into his mouth, biting his lip a bit. And doesn't care that they were swapping spit. Her ass bounces with her breasts, she giggles hearing things falling off the wall. He was a wild animal when it came to mating, and she was loving that. Her fingers tangled int his hair and pushing his lips to hers harder. Though she head to tilt her head to breath and scream out for more,and more. She hears her self, and she cant believe this side of her. Something she was never really all that interested in, and now, was begging for it like a good female to her male. Letting him take her as he pleased. She cant believe it! She was half wolf after, so maybe he just brings out that animal in her. While her human side, was just enjoying the ride and didn't care she was being a whore for him. Sleeping with a guy she knows nothing about her. Her parents, would be ashamed. <br><br>This wasn't the time for that thigh! Right away she pushes those to the side. And focus on him ramming, shocking, and slamming his meat in her. A howl like moan left her lips, with her thighs twitching and spazzing. Her walls on his cock starting to swell up on him more tighter. Feeling it, suddenly getting really really good. She thinks she was about to have her first orgasm. It saddens her knowing it was coming to an end. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So not a Knights Tale (Ravin &amp; Irishblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ravin</strong> on <strong>16-11-2012, 04:10:40</strong>
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				Reacting to her body he felt every bit of her release nearing. He could help it. She was a natural at this. Maybe it was indeed her half Wolf that made this so enjoyable. As the kiss broke his mouth pushes to her neck while she cries out with her moans. His heavy ragged breath drips over her breasts. Silky skin of her body moist and soft now from how damp the air had become from their moaning. His hips rolling rougher to meet her demands for more. Oh how she was going to be deliciously sore after they were done.&nbsp; Her whorish like state causes him to shift their bodies.<br><br>Natural state...Natural...His body was yearning for that release like a real mating session would do. Her legs shift, and suddenly she finds her cheek pushed against the wall, forcing her ass to jut out against his hips. She was being bent over like a real Wolf now. Treating her as such like a bitch in heat. His hands grab her hips, slamming her hard and restricting her movement. Those breasts gyrating wildly as he ravages her tight cunt. Over and over again he slams, causing her cheek and breasts to meet the warm wall. Bits of pre finally leaking once more into her. Right into her engorged mound. Signalling to her body he was close, close to breeding her and giving her everything she had been begging for.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So not a Knights Tale (Ravin &amp; Irishblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OniDevil</strong> on <strong>16-11-2012, 04:31:21</strong>
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				Layla could smell their mating filling the room, his scent all over and soon to be in her if he releases in her. NOt thinking of what might happen if he does. She just wantst them to both orgasm! After a bit of her bouncing on him, he now moves her bent forward and rams her from behind. Her juices still flowing down her body and her thighs still parted for his cock.<br><br><strong>"UUH!! MASTER!! YES! YEEESS!!!!"</strong> She knew how he was treating her now, she knew, and didnt seem to care. That had to be that inner whore in her. SHe screams out louder as her walls spazz tighter and tighter.Unable to fight it,it, it just happned! Her whole body shakes as she cums hard and long down his cock. He hands on the wall and her head dropped as she moans softly for he was still mating in her. She was sweating, breathing heavily, and tired...soo tired. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So not a Knights Tale (Ravin &amp; Irishblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ravin</strong> on <strong>16-11-2012, 04:40:40</strong>
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				As her body went limp he knew he outlasted her. Not to say he did by much, but he still did! As her climax hits him, he howls out hard. His nose pointing up into the air as he slams one final time. A sudden wave of his own climax pours out. slamming in deep and spilling into her womb. Grabbing at her hands he pulls her back by the wrists to keep her from moving to much. The cock hilts firm as he cums, causing it to pour right into her womb. Her belly swelling with his seed just a little bit. Giving her a sudden full sensation. A bit of the mess slowly dripping out between her legs. He could tell by her tired stance she was going to need more stamina...Both in fighting and mating. A deep heavy murr leaves his throat. Letting her arms down so she can lean into the wall he rubs along her back and hips. Giving a light grope and smack against her bottom. <br><br>"...See? Hopefully...Nn... you can learn to listen... Its not...so bad." He pants heavily out into the air. His hand on her bottom squeezes, making her ass pillow inbetween his fingers as he asked in a seductive manner. "...All done? You seem tired. Is this all you have, Layla of the Grey-Moon?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So not a Knights Tale (Ravin &amp; Irishblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OniDevil</strong> on <strong>16-11-2012, 04:53:45</strong>
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				She was in a long lasting orgasm cause he kept ramming her as she cums. THough, he grabs her wrists and stands her up and shoots his hot see in her. Her eyes widen as she screams out with a howl and moan all in one. Loving his cum&nbsp; filling her up. It felt, heavenly. Though when he droped her arms, and pulled out. She leans her hands on the wall still panting. Her walls, sore and tired. Her legs were shaking as they were sore from just, being spread for too long, and having her&nbsp; virginity taken too. <br><br><strong>"Its my first time.....cut me a break...Im sure I will last longer in time...."</strong> she lays down on some fur piles, and rubs her thighs. She was red, and could hardly walk right. His cock pushed her legs open for too long, she thought she wouldnt even be able to close her legs after all that. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So not a Knights Tale (Ravin &amp; Irishblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ravin</strong> on <strong>16-11-2012, 05:32:19</strong>
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				"In time?" He smiled wide at her admission and leans against her once to kiss along her back. Slipping from her he leans down to pick up his clothing and pull them on, seeming to spare no time in getting back into his clothing. "There is a wash out back. Fill the bucket with the warm water by the forge...Here." He kicks the side of the forge. Having lived here for years he knew his way around. So to him, this was like his own home. Able to walk and move around as he pleased.<br><br>"Just don't move anymore, or I might trip...and if I do, ill know you did it. No one else but you have ever been in here." With that he pulled his shirt on and apron. Inhaling deeply to try and calm his body down. He was still on a sexual high and her smell was still lingering in the air.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So not a Knights Tale (Ravin &amp; Irishblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OniDevil</strong> on <strong>16-11-2012, 05:44:37</strong>
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				She hears him saying go wash up, and she tries to stand up, she tries to open her eyes. But she was tired and drained. Cleaning up was the last thing she wanted to do. But she groans and stands up from the fur bed. Standing up she wobbles and winces. Sore as fuck between her thighs. Going out back where he told her to go and starts washing off. She saw some soap and washed her body from head to toe. Walking back in with just one of the towls he kept back there. And lays down on the bed again, too tired to do anything right now. She fells like he just claimed her as his, more than a student. But not thinking too much of it, she just, passed out there. With only a towl around her body. They will start training when she wakes up. If he wants that is. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So not a Knights Tale (Ravin &amp; Irishblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ravin</strong> on <strong>16-11-2012, 07:29:10</strong>
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				The time it took Layla to get her washing done, Ravin had cleaned up. It seemed his blind state did not hinder him at all. As she rests, he slips out and into the darkness of the night. Letting her sleep as he prepares their training. It took him several hours to set up the various dummies and pits, covered in muck and grim by the bitter end. It hurt, his body ached. From the sex, the fight and now this...He just needed a bath. <br><br>Stripping down he returns to the Smithy and refills the tub with warm water. The whole time he had sex with her, he never even bandaged his side. It was now gross looking, blood still caking it and it looked like it stung like hell. Lowering himself into the tub he began to lightly scrub at the cut. It went deep and it was clean. She got him good. With a sigh he leans back, watching the sun rise up from the morning work. He wouldn't be getting any rest tonight.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So not a Knights Tale (Ravin &amp; Irishblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OniDevil</strong> on <strong>16-11-2012, 07:39:03</strong>
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				Layla wakes up with a big grin, and rolls onto her back scratching her arm softly and thenruns her hands down her body with a streatch and yawn again. SLowly she sits up, and the fur blanket falls down her voluptious body. Standing up, she sees her clothes were ruined from him ripping them off her like and animal. SO she looks around and saw a stack of his clothes, so she just slips into a shirt. It ending just under her ass, and she steps out, to see him in the tub. She gave a smile and remembers, he is blind. She felt stupid for forgetting. <br><br><strong>"Well, you probably heard me coming, but. Good morning master. Did, you sleep good?"</strong> She asked standing there, then sits on the rim of of the tub. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So not a Knights Tale (Ravin &amp; Irishblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ravin</strong> on <strong>16-11-2012, 07:54:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Snaps awake from his nap. He had been resting actually, and her kind voice was something he was not used to hearing. He decides to let her in on a secret. His hand comes up to his blindfold and he slowly pulls it off. His single red eye peering at her. She could see it was a fairly weak eye. The pupal undulated, shaking in view. It seems he could see, but any prolonged use of his eye would cause pain. He offered a little smile and remarks. "...I don't look at people very often... It hurts... But, you are a special one...Layla. And a lovely body you have..." After he spoke, he pulled the blindfold back down. "I slept well, yes. And how about you?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So not a Knights Tale (Ravin &amp; Irishblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OniDevil</strong> on <strong>16-11-2012, 08:16:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She saw that she had startled him, and she rushed her fingers to her lips feeling aweful that she woke him up. She went to go say sorry, but he lifts the blind fold, and showed her the red eye. It, was mysterious to her, she liked it actually. But figured it must hurt to look through it. She watched him put the fold down and then compliment her body. She blushed and giggles. <br><br><strong>"Well...I had hoped you liked my body..sure sounded like you did last night?"</strong> Layla teased him a bit and then stands up looking around. She bit her lip, and had a little playful idea.<br><br><strong>"Do you need help washing master? Dont want you geting soap in your eye now?</strong> SHe sits back down on the rim of the tub waiting to see what he has to say to that. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So not a Knights Tale (Ravin &amp; Irishblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ravin</strong> on <strong>16-11-2012, 08:23:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Turning a bit red on his cheeks, seducing him certaintly seemed like something he wasn't used to. She could fight him, yell, draw a dagger on him. But being nice and offering services to him. Completely taboo in his mind. It even made the man stammer. "...If you insist." He adjusts his back some, turning it to her. He was naked in the tub afterall. Murky water hiding his lower half as he waits for her to get started.<br><br>"...Yes, I did enjoy last night. So you did...A side of you, you didn't even know you had."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So not a Knights Tale (Ravin &amp; Irishblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OniDevil</strong> on <strong>16-11-2012, 17:05:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She hears him and she giggles with a hop off the rim, and then stands behind him in the tub. She lathers her hands up with some of his nicely scented and manly shampoo. Then slowly washes his hair for him. Massassing his scalp, rubbing behind her ears. SHe knows she always loves a nice little ear attention. She didnt mind doing this for him, she, kinda liked him. Soon, after his hair, she rinses it out, leaving it clean, soft,and smelling great.&nbsp; But then came the more interesting part. HEr hands put on some body wash, and she starts washing, while massaging his neck and shoulders. Working on his arms, and then down his chest, still standing behind him. So she was bent forward, the shirt she was wearing, slides up her ass some. Showing off her beauty in her lower region.&nbsp; <br><br>Her hands rubbing his chest slowly, as her face was near the side of his. She bites her lip and kisses his jaw and then his neck. Her little hands now on his stomach rubbing every ab.<br><br><strong>"Mmmm....any..certian spot you want washed master?"</strong> She asked with a sexy giggle in his ear, and nibbles it softly and playfully. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So not a Knights Tale (Ravin &amp; Irishblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ravin</strong> on <strong>17-11-2012, 01:09:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her pampering was too good. Like this, not training and on their own he enjoyed. How he regretted being a recluse after all this time. Still, the more he thought about it, the more he liked her being around. His ears flick at her as she nibbled at his ear. It made him moan out a bit. "Mmm...A lovely woman you are...and a strong one at that... To mate and train you must be a mans dream... How I look forward to shaping you and being with you... I must be thanking you... You give me a reason to give something back to the world." His hand reaches up over his head to grab at her hair so she can nibble more at his ear. Deciding to give more dirty talk.<br><br>"...You got my sheath very dirty last night from your juices... You should make sure I am all clean."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So not a Knights Tale (Ravin &amp; Irishblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OniDevil</strong> on <strong>17-11-2012, 02:00:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She felt his hand grabbing her hair lighting to pull her closer to his ear and nibble it a bit softer. Then his comment made her face blush as she giggles more.<br><br><strong>"Oh? Is that so? Can you control yourself when Im washing it?"</strong> She licks his jaw and neck slowly as her hands slide down his body more. SLowly reaching into the water, and tlhen gliding down till she finds his soft cock. Even soft it was rather impressive. Her hands grip it and gives it a few pumps with extra soap on her hands. Then her hands rub his sack a few times and his thighs. Moving slowly. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So not a Knights Tale (Ravin &amp; Irishblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ravin</strong> on <strong>17-11-2012, 02:39:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"...I can have restraint...But don't make me tease you back to make you beg again... That was pretty hot.." He mrured louder at the nibble on his ear. As she cleans his shaft and sack he does pant a bit into the air. Tilting his head to the lick at his jaw and neck it was blissful. His words slipping out again as he did his best to control himself. "Mm...Don't think Ill be going easy on you during training...for this..." He teasingly kisses the side of her neck, leaning more back against her for her touches and silk touch. "Good with your hands too..." He compliments, still not getting hard at all under her grasp.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So not a Knights Tale (Ravin &amp; Irishblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OniDevil</strong> on <strong>17-11-2012, 03:32:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She hears his comments, and she giggles. Loving his lips on her neck. And then feeling that he wasnt getting hard. But he was fighting it. She blushes and leans lower. HEr breasts behind his head as a pillow. As she pumps his cock a little harder under the water. She wasnt trying to get him hard. SHe was just perving on him. What woman wouldnt? A chance to touch one like his? Layla was going to get every chance she got to touch his cock. <br><br><strong>"Mmm...Im tempted to make getting clean..dirty with my master."</strong> She giggles, but knows she was just goofing and that they were probably still really tired. So, thinking he was clean enough, she stands up slowly, letting go of his big one. <br><br><strong>"Anything else master? Before training?</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So not a Knights Tale (Ravin &amp; Irishblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ravin</strong> on <strong>17-11-2012, 03:52:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Resists another moan as she pumps and pervs him harder. Her large breasts the perfect pillows for him. The words of making bath-time dirty made him chuckle some. "Mmm...To me it sounds like you want eight hours of sex, eight hours of training, then eight hours of rest..." He slips his hands along hers until she pulls them back. The cock had gotten slightly hard from the attention. What man could resist? Slowly he turns back and raises his hands up to her body, feeling her outfit and noticing she was only in a shirt. Giving a chuckle he said.<br><br>"Mm...A few ideas come to mind..." He slips from the bath and uses the towel to dry himself, motioning to her with his finger as they slipped inside.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So not a Knights Tale (Ravin &amp; Irishblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OniDevil</strong> on <strong>17-11-2012, 04:01:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She felt his hands roaming her body, and she blushed. It was the only way he could see, so she figures, he was going to touch her all over, alot. Not that she was complaining..her master was easy on the eyes.&nbsp; When he slips out and wraps a towl around him. SHe peeked, yes she did. He was a little hard, and she bit her lip. Her eyes saw him motion her to follow, so she does. Layla figures it was time to get serious, a part of her, forgot why she even came here. But she does still want to be a better fighter. To prove, a woman, can defend her self, an fight just or even better than a man. So, with a smile she follows him into the building again. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So not a Knights Tale (Ravin &amp; Irishblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ravin</strong> on <strong>17-11-2012, 04:07:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Before we start, we have to get you sized up and into a proper outfit." His ears flick. Once inside the darkened smithy he reaches up to her to push her back against the wall without warning. He is indeed going to feel her up and all around. He had too. His nose leans in close as his hands stay on her shoulders. Touching over her neck then her shoulders and down her arms. "...Slender yet built." He said, then pushed his hands over her lovely large breasts. Fondling them on purpose to get her back from earlier. "Wide large chest..." He slips his hands down from her breasts and tugs at her nipples once to get the point of what he was doing. Kneeling down he ran his hands over her belly and hips. "...Wide hips...perfect for breeding..." He then touched down each of her thighs and knees., to her calves and feet. "...Elegant legs.... Strong too."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So not a Knights Tale (Ravin &amp; Irishblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OniDevil</strong> on <strong>17-11-2012, 04:13:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She barely got one foot inside, when he pushed her up to the wall. Was he mad? She had thought she has been doing a good job on keeping him happy. But soon after feeling his hands on her shoulders than arms. That he was feeling her up, and sizing her up for armor probably. His hands on her breasts got her nipples hard under his fingers instantly. SHe blushed, and saw him get down on his knees. His hands on her hips, then thighs. He said she had hips, perfect for breeding. Not really sure what that ment to him. But she just shrugs and lets him keep analyzing her body. Layla blushes the whole time and softly says in a sweet tone.<br><br><strong>"Is..is there anything wrong? Or you dont like sir?"</strong> She asked in an innocent shy voice. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So not a Knights Tale (Ravin &amp; Irishblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ravin</strong> on <strong>17-11-2012, 04:21:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Is anything wrong?</em> Oh my word. Did she really say that. He was kneeling infront of her now, eyebrow raised up as he muttered up to her. His warm breath going under the shirt and hitting her mound with moist air as he whispered. "Something wrong? No. I need to know your body so I can measure it for leather, which I will use for your training armor. This may take a few days and I will be doing it with my own materials...Most people who become Knights or Guardians, are often wealthy or make it themselves. You'll be paying me back in your own ways as my Squire." He leaned in close, kissing her pale leg as he said to her. "...Plus, you turned me on...now you have to fix it. This is your punishment for toying with me...Never try to tease me unless you are going to fix it in the end."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So not a Knights Tale (Ravin &amp; Irishblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OniDevil</strong> on <strong>17-11-2012, 04:31:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				So she was righ that he was measuring her, but then he said she was punishing her? She grew a bit scared if he was going to hurt her. She, never said that she wouldnt take care of him. She was getting him turned on, in the hopes of having a little more of him.<br><br><strong>"Ma-master..I..I..didnt mean too...if you wish me to fix it..all you need to do is say so..I..wouldnt mind sir..not at all...dont..dont punish me...please...dont hurt me.."</strong> Layla fears that he might, do something painful. She is confused to why he was still on his knees, and breahting up her shirt. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So not a Knights Tale (Ravin &amp; Irishblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ravin</strong> on <strong>17-11-2012, 04:35:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His lips curl into a light grin. Her stammering was cute. He reassures her. "...I will not hurt you unless it is in a spar. I might spank or whip you otherwise." He shakes his head and says. "...If you moan, the punishment is worse." He warns her, leaning up to suddenly kiss at her clit and mound. His nose under the shirt and between her legs. Not giving her a chance to react he suddenly drives his tongue up and into her. Letting her feel like what it was to be teased without being able to do anything.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So not a Knights Tale (Ravin &amp; Irishblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OniDevil</strong> on <strong>17-11-2012, 04:50:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				If she moans, the punishment is worse? She looks down about to ask what he was going to do. Till his lips and tongue glide on her clit. Her thighs shake as she bit her lips and covered her lips with her hands. Layla thought his tongue was perfect on her clit. WIld, and wet. She wanted to moan already. THough, she remebers what he said. It wasnt, that hard. Till his tongue went wild inside her cunt. Her eyes widen as she felt her thighs shake and her legs nearly gave out on her. SHe nearly fell right on him! Those dainty fingers of hers, run through his hair and she tugged on it a bit. Pulling his face more up into her. Biting her lips, the whole time. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So not a Knights Tale (Ravin &amp; Irishblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ravin</strong> on <strong>17-11-2012, 05:10:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Oh how she seemed to follow orders so well. Her hands flying up to her mouth to silence her made him speak out and up at her, able to feel her body moving to stop herself from crying out. "Move your hands." He near ordered her, one hand on his hair tugged him up so he gladly drove his tongue even deeper into her cunt. The long wolf like tongue easily sliding in deep and near against her clit. Wiggling, wet, and wild against her insides as his nose pushes to her little clit, breathing hotly on it as he was trying to get her to moan out.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So not a Knights Tale (Ravin &amp; Irishblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OniDevil</strong> on <strong>17-11-2012, 05:38:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her walls were pulsing on his tongue, and when he tells her to move her hands, she bit her lips nervously, and had no choice. She grew scared if she were to moan she would anger him, or disapoint. But she had too. So both her hands tug his face up and into her more. As Layla loves that wolf tongue of his. When he breathes onto her little pink clit. Her head leans back, and her jaw opens, releasing a loud horny moan. Her thighs shake, and her knees give out a bit. She wished she could lay on her back or something. That way she could spread her legs wide for him. <br><br>&nbsp;She knows she moans, she knws. She couldnt help it. <br><br><strong>"I..I..am sorry master..I..am weak..I cant helpt it.....it..it..feels soo fucking good.."</strong> She howls a bit and grinds onto his lips some. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So not a Knights Tale (Ravin &amp; Irishblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ravin</strong> on <strong>21-11-2012, 18:24:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				(And back from being sick!)<br><br>Ravin couldn't help but grin as she caved so easily. His ears flick up a bit and push his tongue from her moist quivering mound. Turning his back from her he seems to carefully feel around for something before finding it. Reaching back behind him to tug her right over. Her chest suddenly pushing against his anvil. The horn, curved part, fitting right between her breasts as her body was bent over it. The chains around the bottom of the anvil come up to latch around her wrists and her body becomes bound against the hard block of cast iron.<br><br>"...That's alright. I can temper you to have some restraint." He gave a little smile at her new exposed position, in order to keep herself upright she had to spread her legs wide and out to him, allowing him to 'see' her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So not a Knights Tale (Ravin &amp; Irishblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OniDevil</strong> on <strong>22-11-2012, 02:10:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Layla didnt mean to moan, and was soon wondering what he was now doing to her. She felt him dragging her to a new spot, and the cold of the anvil stung her back. She was slipping, and knew what she had to do. Her limbs tied down, she frantically spreads her legs, feet flat on the gound to keep her from falling.<br><br><strong>"Master...Im..Im so sorry..please..please dont be too mean..Im...only a woman...weak&nbsp; to man's power."</strong> She says in a low, seductive tone. Her eyes, looking into his with more seduction. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So not a Knights Tale (Ravin &amp; Irishblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ravin</strong> on <strong>22-11-2012, 02:13:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"You are a very strong and beautiful woman." He said as he slipped over to her now. Using his shirt he tied it around his wrists and leaned over to push it over her mouth and tied it behind her head to gag her somewhat. "...Right then. Its time to really break in your mind. If you think you are just a woman and weak...unable to show control...Then I will get that moan out of you until you break and are begging for more." He tugged his gloves off and leaned from her, only in his towel from outside he pulled it off his chest. Exposing himself to her while she remained bound to the anvil.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So not a Knights Tale (Ravin &amp; Irishblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OniDevil</strong> on <strong>22-11-2012, 02:30:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				((how you feeling today?))<br><br>Her green eyes watch him gag her a bit, and then remove the towl from his body. Her eyes, couldnt help but look down to his cock, and instantly her thighs shake eagerly for her master's cock. She felt herself get moist already. What he wanted, she didnt really know or understand. But she wasnt about to question her master on what he was really doing to her. Not wanting to make things even more worse for her. ((sorry my posts are shit..had&nbsp; a baaaad day, now a headache))<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So not a Knights Tale (Ravin &amp; Irishblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ravin</strong> on <strong>22-11-2012, 02:34:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				(Much better, thank you. Im sorry about your headache -Kisses your forehead-)<br><br>Ravin steps over to her bound body and tilts his head down at her as she was already looking at his cock. So soon, she must really like this think. Getting an idea he slips over to the gag and gently pulls it free from her mouth to expose her mouth. Her head of course hanging back a bit as her body would be bent slightly over the anvil. Murring slightly he leaned over near her face, pushing the tip of the cock against her mouth as his hips were near straddling her face. A hand reaching down to her moist folds, laying somewhat on her chest, plunging two fingers into her. "Always so eager...How can I train you when all you think about is cock?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So not a Knights Tale (Ravin &amp; Irishblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OniDevil</strong> on <strong>22-11-2012, 03:17:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				((its oks, I just got dont cussing out my boyfriends jealous ex. She was all like, Im pregnant, you have to come back to me. And she wasnt. So, I cussed her out. And I just go so angery and i havent eaten all day. It all just gave me a headache. Cause I hate getting like that..but she brought out that side I try to control))<br><br>layla watches to see what he has to do next. Though when he removed her gag, and saw his cock coming closer and closer to her lips. She eyes it and drools ready for it. Her mouth was already open when he lowers it into her mouth and she happily sucks on the tip. Her thighs dripping from exctiment. When he pushes some fingers in. Her thighs naturally twitch and she moans with her head leaning up to push more of him in her mouth. Her luscious lips sucking hard on his cock already. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So not a Knights Tale (Ravin &amp; Irishblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ravin</strong> on <strong>24-11-2012, 00:24:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				(Thats lame!)<br><br>Murring out load as she just takes the meat into her mouth. No protest, all ready. His ears would pin back with a grunt of enjoyment. Fingers continuing to plunge and drive into her twitching lower lips. The noise easily heard from how rough he was being. Hips not even pumping into her mouth, just keeping it there to gag her and give her something to suck on. <br><br>"...Already so wet... How was no other male jumping you?" He whispered down at her. Continuing to stirr and push her insides with his fingers. Driving faster and harder in an attempt to get her to climax. It seemed he was working her to get her orgasms out. Maybe enough to break her mind so she would be much more docile. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So not a Knights Tale (Ravin &amp; Irishblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OniDevil</strong> on <strong>24-11-2012, 04:38:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Layla wasnt fighting him or nothing. She wasnt seeming to care what he did to her. It was so nice to have a male's attention for once. Even it was for nothing other than just pleasure. Its not she was ever really going to settle down? She loves to travel and fight too much for that kind of life.<br><br>Feeling him just holding his cock deep down in her thtoat. she gaged once, then sucks him good and hard. Her head bobbing up and down on it. His fingers in her were weird, but felt good. She was moaning and her thighs twitch more and more. Her cum rushing down her thighs when she orgasms under him, and his cock in her mouth. Screaming with her&nbsp; mouth ful. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So not a Knights Tale (Ravin &amp; Irishblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ravin</strong> on <strong>24-11-2012, 04:59:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh my... was that a scream of pleasure?" His hand pushes at her breast for support. Squeezing it hard as he started to pump in her mouth. His heavy sack against her nose and further invading her senses with his smell. His fingers pushing rougher into her wet cunt as it drips onto the ground. His ears pinned back delightfully, oh he could get used to this.<br><br>He only did know her body for fighting and pleasure right now. It was rare he needed comfort or that female touch. Now he was finding himself wanting it. Something about her body was making him crave for her. His whole body tingling from the very smell of her being close. "...I think... I can...get used to this..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So not a Knights Tale (Ravin &amp; Irishblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OniDevil</strong> on <strong>24-11-2012, 05:08:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Layla loved everything about his cock, the length, the girth, his sack. She loved it all. Having no problem with them bouncing in her face as he started to pump into her mouth. She moans louder her moans begging for him to not stop, to do as he pleased. Layla mangaged to spread her thighs a bit more for him. Her tail wrapping around her leg and spazzing as his fingers were getting here there, and fast. <br><br>And sure enough, she felt his fingers hit her walls perfectly. She cums, hard down his fingers and her thighs. Her tongue and lips dont stop working on his cock for nothing. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So not a Knights Tale (Ravin &amp; Irishblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ravin</strong> on <strong>24-11-2012, 05:15:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As she climaxed he pulled his finger free to give her sensitive clit a soft pinch to continue to stimulate her body. The cock in her mouth pulls free to rest on her cheek and let her breath. Giving her the chance to lick and tease it. A low moan pushing past his lips at her smell alone and feel of her body. The other hand still squeezed her breast, massaging it in deep.<br><br>"Never thought I would be this much of an animal..." He admits to her. Truth was, he had a lot of pent up desires also, getting them out on her might be cruel, but she seemed to be liking it. "Do you like it?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So not a Knights Tale (Ravin &amp; Irishblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OniDevil</strong> on <strong>24-11-2012, 05:21:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His squeezing and pinching, didnt hurt,that much. She moans with all of it. Allowing him to keep that up. When he pulls out and rests his cock on her chest. Layla lays there panting and caling down slowly.<br><br><strong>"Yes my master..I love it..I love it so much.."</strong> her chest heaving up and down rather quickly. Unable to controle herself around him. It was, amazing she thought. How she could all her life, really wanting nothing ffrom males. And now, she was loving everything he did to her. It was odd when she thought about it. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So not a Knights Tale (Ravin &amp; Irishblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ravin</strong> on <strong>24-11-2012, 05:24:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				With a deep murr he slips from her mouth and around to her front, slowly rubbing at her wet thighs. His clean hand slides up to his blindfold to peel it off to see her spread legs and drooling pussy. Her whole body so delightful to even see. It felt amazing- but to see it as well? Oh the gods only know the curves this woman had could seduce the greatest of men. He leans over her, unhooking her arms and he asked. "Your body is very lovely, in both a strong way, and womanly way... I have been very blessed to have you walk on my doorstep." He would lean over and pull her up off the anvil, tugging her by the hand.<br><br>"I think a bed would be better suited this time, right?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: So not a Knights Tale (Ravin &amp; Irishblood)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OniDevil</strong> on <strong>26-11-2012, 02:36:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She saw him taking the blind fold off his eyes and looking between her wet thighs. She blushed, knowing he could see a little at least. When her hands were unhooked and he was leading her away, Layla nods her head.<br><br><strong>"YES! OH YES!! HURRY!!"</strong> She giggles and happilly followed him to a bed to continue this! She wanted her master rocking her and now. 
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