Dragon Age: Lyria's Lust [Dirigible & Christa]
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				Title: <strong>Dragon Age: Lyria's Lust [Dirigible &amp; Christa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>21-05-2010, 08:14:36</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp232/Rainy_Dreamer/Elliquiy/Stories/Lyrias%20Lust/elf_by_Miyuli.jpg)</div><br>Lyria was so exhausted. Stirring, she groaned at the light that beat against her too thin eyelids and tried to pull the blanket up and over her face. However, she realized the reason for her unwelcome waking was her friend, Daylin, shaking her awake. She considered throwing the pillow at him, but he laughed.<br><br><em>"Lyria, it's past noon, and you have to move into your new lodgings. You've passed the harrowing!"</em><br><br>Suddenly the memories flooded back to her, and she shot up out of bed.<br><br>"I passed? I made it!"<br><br>She smiled widely and threw her arms around Daylin in a tight hug. He stiffened a bit and wrapped his arms around her as she got out of bed. She separated awkwardly and gave him an apologetic look. She knew he had deeper feelings for her than just friends, and she shouldn't make it harder on him. She'd already turned him down. However, she quickly regained her excitement and pulled a robe around her nightgown. She tried to remember the harrowing, but it was a bit hazy. She knew it hadn't been pleasant, and she knew that the fight had been fierce. Instead of a rage demon like most faced, she had faced a desire demon, and she couldn't remember actually killing it...although she must have, obviously, since she was here...and not an abomination.<br><br>Brushing her red hair out of her face, she inhaled deeply and felt wonderful.<br><br>"This is amazing! Did you feel this good after your harrowing?"<br><br>Daylin chuckled and nodded.<br><br><em>"It's a huge weight off of your chest, so yes, I felt amazing."</em><br><br>He seemed to stare at her a bit longer than necessary and then reached down to pick up her trunk.<br><em><br>"Anyway, I've been tasked with taking you to your new quarters. Follow me."</em><br><br>He led her up a flight of stairs and placed her trunk down in the mage's quarter that had been assigned to her.<br><br><em>"Mine is just through that door, so I'm here if you ever need me."</em><br><br>She smiled and nodded.<br><br>"Thanks Daylin."<br><br>Going over to her bed, she sat down and suddenly something happened. Her nipples seemed to harden, and heat pooled deep in her belly. Her breathing hitched, and her body seemed warmer. Looking up at Daylin in confusion, he suddenly seemed very...very sexy, and she had an urge to...well, things she shouldn't. He was a good looking mage, that was certain, but she hadn't ever desired him before. Now, she seemed to desire him very much. Without warning, she grinned at him and her gaze turned seductive. Speaking a bit more huskily than she intended, she patted the spot next to her on the bed.<br><br>"Daylin, why don't you sit down and stay a while."<br><br>He looked strangely at her, but nodded and sat down. She scooted a bit closer and bit her bottom lip before regaining some of her senses and frowning.<br><br>"After your harrowing...did you...well...I mean...did you feel...a bit...umm...restless?"<br><br>She tried to convey her meaning, but she couldn't explain what she felt...except that she wanted to be touched and to touch in return.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Age: Lyria's Lust [Dirigible &amp; Christa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>21-05-2010, 20:28:47</strong>
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				It was strange, the little things that were suddenly luxuries after years in the apprentices' communal dormitory; a wash basin of her own; a mirror she didn't have to share with a dozen other girls wanting to make sure their hair was good; shelves she could put her books and scrolls on; not to mention the prospect of a night's sleep without listening to the snoring and mumbling of the other students!<br><br>But Lyria's mind wasn't on her new surroundings, so much as her old friend. The faint suggestions of his leanly muscled body under his dark green robes... the way his hair fell against his neck... the bronze-brown of his eyes as they lingered on her as he turned to go. The elf maiden suddenly felt as if there was another presence in the room with them, almost heard a slight, mocking chuckle, sensed a breath stirring her hair.<br><br>Daylin stopped as Lyria asked him to tarry a while, his skin prickle with a sudden heat. He licked his lips nervously, looking at her curiously. Maker, but she was lovely... small, but undeniably feminine, perfectly formed and curved, rosy-fleshed and crowned with that long mane of the most gorgeous red hair. He'd longed for her from afar, and still smarted with embarrassment over the time he'd shyly pressed his suit, when he had been charged with triumph from his own Harrowing, only to be rebuffed. That hadn't dampened his thoughts, his lurid, sensual thoughts about her at all, of course... but he had resolved to keep them platonic.<br><br>In any case, he nodded and put his weight on the bed, sitting a respectful arm's length away from her. To his surprise she closed the distance, bringing with her a waft of spring-scent. Suddenly, it was hard to breath. <em>You'd think there would be plenty of air in here, with these chantry-high ceilings...</em> he thought abstractly as his throat gulped convulsively.<br><br>“Restless?” he asked, his fingers knotting nervously in the blankets they sat on. “No, I wouldn't say that... I felt like I could sleep for a week! Why,” he glanced at her sideways, “Do you want to take a walk or something, to burn that excess energy?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Age: Lyria's Lust [Dirigible &amp; Christa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>21-05-2010, 20:46:52</strong>
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				The little luxuries would indeed be nice, but her mind was not on those at the moment. Instead, her mind was hopelessly focused on Daylin and his powerful physical presence. When she heard the slight gleeful chuckle and stirring of her hair, she assumed it was simply another mage nearby or a breeze. However, she did pause and tried to gain control of herself...to little avail. He was so handsome! She had always known that he was good looking, and smart, and sweet...why had she turned him down again? Suddenly she couldn't remember why, and she regretted it. <br><br>She shook her head at his suggestion of the walk, and slowly inched even closer, looking at him with her large blue eyes and then turning to look at the door. Raising her hand, she sent a simple locking spell and heard the tell-tale click that preserved their privacy. Her voice grew lower...huskier...and she couldn't seem to stop. She'd never acted like this before! What was wrong with her? Biting her bottom lip, she moved her hand over to one of his, pulling it away from the sheets and linking his fingers with hers. Tilting her head, she spoke.<br><br>"Daylin...I don't think that's the kind of restless I'm talking about. I know I turned you down after your harrowing, but I was surprised and unprepared. Now, however, I think I want the same thing that you do."<br><br>She leaned closer as whatever had laughed grew stronger and more powerful with her surrender to its effect.<br><br>"I want you to kiss me."
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				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>21-05-2010, 21:12:26</strong>
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				Daylin's eyebrows arched as Lyria spell-closed the door, and his already laboured breathing froze for a dizzy moment. He felt her sliding towards him, the warmth of her body transpiring through the silks and cottons of her robe and filling his awareness like the noonday sun through the thick, smokey stained glass windows above. He looked down as she lifted his hand and twined her slim fingers with his, lamenting the fact that his digits must seem so large and rough and clumsy, ink-stained and quill-calloused to her. But he twisted his hand to seize hers, squeezing it tight, telling her that her feelings were not unreciprocated.<br><br>His dark eyes were wide as she leaned towards him, telling him what he had longed to hear for an Age. “Lyria...” he gasped, his heart in his throat. Her senses seemed peaked; she could smell the warm, slightly musky, slightly salty, male scent of his body, the traces of soap and dozens of alchemical reagents, and there was a scintillating aroma of lust like rare unguents in the air.<br><br>At her words, Daylin's hand trembled... with need, though, not with reluctance. He reached up, and she felt his palms cup her face, curling around her cheeks. His fingers brushed back through her tumbling red tresses, and his thumbs curled, tracing the lines of her cheekbones and the almond shape of her eyes. “Oh, Lyria...” he breathed, leaning forwards to kiss her.<br><br>Firm, but softer and warmer than she would have though, Daylin's smiling mouth covered the elf's delicate, pouting, bee-stung lips. At once, he opened his to moan in pleasure at the jolt of connection and sensation that flowed through them, and she tasted his breath filling her mouth, felt his lips pressing and tugging at hers with a knowing that suggested he had some practise in these matters. His digits stroked her temple as he held her face and drew her closer, slowly deepening the kiss and holding her luscious body tight to his hard frame.
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				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>21-05-2010, 21:23:20</strong>
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				Whatever was inside of her seemed to smile in triumph as Daylin accepted her invitation. Smiling, she saw the need and surprise that overtook his face, knowing that he still desired her. She was glad, as she wasn't so sure he would. Luckily he did, though, and she closed her eyes as her lips slightly parted in preparation for the kiss. Soon she felt his hand tighten on hers and then his other hand move to her face. She leaned into his palm, and could feel his breath as he whispered her name and then finally touched his lips to hers. Firm...soft...unyielding and yet gentle. His kiss was perfect, and she simply followed his lead. <br><br>Moving her lips insistently against his, she pressed her body further against his larger one and could feel her skin prickling from the touch. As soon as his mouth opened, she shyly let her tongue come out to taste him. As soon as their tongues met, a jolt of lust ran through her body so strongly that she nearly fell backward. Instead, she brought the hand that she still held up to her waist and set it there as she wrapped both arms around his neck. Breathing harder through her nose, she didn't separate their mouths, but suckled his tongue in instinct and then nibbled on his bottom lip. Breaking away briefly, she opened her eyes and he would see a desire fill the deep bluish-green depths that he'd never seen before.<br><br>"Daylin..."<br><br>His name was said on a husky whisper, and without warning she attacked his lips again, deepening and intensifying the kiss and moaning into it.
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				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>21-05-2010, 21:54:09</strong>
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				“Auhhhmmm,” came the wordless moan in reply to her invocation of his name, lips moving with growing passion against hers. No, not <em>growing</em>; rather <em>unlocking</em>, the release of powerful desires long held in check. Daylin's <em>need</em> for her opened like a blossom in spring, revealing nectary depths that the elven lass had never suspected... but which resonated with her new emotions and drives.<br><br>The mage groaned again as her tongue flickered against his, surprised and thrilled at her forwardness. He pressed his lips to hers in a crushing kiss, then relaxed a little, sucking softly on her pouting lips one after another, then his desire was hard and forceful again. Lyria guided his hand to her waist, and Daylin's fingers bunched in the fabric of her robe, clutching at her with unabashed craving. His hand moved slowly, stroking the curve between waist and hip, exploring her shape with his touch, and he sighend in pleasure as she draped her arms around his neck.<br><br>Daylin pulled his lips from hers, running his hand back to comb through Lyria's silken hair, and turned his face to the side. He caught her sleeve in his teeth, tugging it down, then nuzzled at her inner arm, kissing passionately from elbow to wrist, his mouth sucking tiny morsels of her rosy flesh and leaving evanescent red marks. His arm slipped around her waist, pulling her closer still, so that she was half against and half on his lap.<br><br>With the last shiver of decorum, he gazed into her eyes and whispered: “Lyria, I... you know how I feel... how I've always felt. How much I yearn for... for <em>you</em>. Is this... is this what you want?” His fingers tightened in her hair and against her back, hard with craving.<br><br><strong><em>Yesss...</em></strong> came the whisper in the back of her head, a voice laced with honey and poison, filling her with strange urges and seeking to melt her inhibitions away.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Age: Lyria's Lust [Dirigible &amp; Christa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>21-05-2010, 22:08:35</strong>
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				She took the moan as an approval, and smiled against his lips before kissing him again. She couldn't seem to get enough of Daylin, and her mind was already hazy with desire and arousal. When he sucked on each small but well-formed lip in turn, she groaned and surrendered even more to his embrace. As his hand clutched at her robe, she noticed how unbelievably hot it was in this room...surely they had too many clothes on. <br><br>Even the slight stroking of her waist and hip sent tingles up her spine, and she almost complained when he stopped kissing her...but then gasped as her eyes rolled back into her head with his kisses to her inner arm. He'd found her spot, and immediately she felt her sex tense and grow wetter and wetter with arousal. She shuddered from pleasure and could feel her heart pounding in need. She gladly let him pull her closer, and when he spoke, she widened her eyes at the voice in her mind. Was she going crazy? No...that had to be her subconscious telling her how much she wanted this...right?<br><br>"Yes."<br><br>She echoed the voice's word, but nodded with it and then untied her robe before tossing it aside. Left only in her thin nightgown, she gave him one last kiss on the corner of his mouth before moving away from him slightly and laying down on the bed with her head on the pillow. She pulled down the covers and left them rolled up at the foot as she stretched out seductively and smiled a bit nervously at him.<br><br>"Daylin...please make love to me. Please be my first."<br><br>Her voice was so soft and sensual, it was like the honeyed voice in her head came out in her own feminine tone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Age: Lyria's Lust [Dirigible &amp; Christa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>21-05-2010, 22:59:47</strong>
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				Daylin gasped softly at the young mage's reaction, startled – and thrilled – that something so simple could have such a potent reaction. His arms shifted, holding her in a loose embrace as she leaned back a little to unlace her apprentice robes before his eyes. He stared, gulping, a rapt look on his face and a rising flush of arousal in his cheeks as the garment came open and came off, revealing Lyria's supply curved body under a thin veil of silk.<br><br>“Oh, Maker... you're beautiful...” he murmured reverently, his hands sliding down her arms as she pulled away and reclined with unconscious sensuality on the bed. His brown eyes filled with fire at her words, and he nodded.”Of course...” he breathed, standing up.<br><br>Daylin barely registered the complaints and warnings in the back of his mind about what they were doing. It was the middle of the day, and locking spell or no locking spell someone could come knocking... not to mention the fact that he had an essay on the geometry of late Tevinter runes due tomorrow... and...<br><br>And none of that mattered, because he wanted Lyria so much that it burned.<br><br>Hastily, but not without grace, Daylin stood beside the bed and undid the cords and buckles that held his robes on. He undid the tunic part, pushing it off to reveal a lean but pleasingly masculine physique, light muscles scrawling well-defined across strong bones, a medallion hanging around his neck and resting on a light patch of hair. He reached down, undoing his belt of spell components and the knot that held the bottom half of his garments on, dropping them and stepping out. He wore only a simple linen breech cloth around his waist and between his legs, a hardening bulge straining against the material<br><br>He knelt on the bed, his short ponytail of chestnut brown hair sweeping over his shoulder as he looked down at her, smiling with affection and desire. Stroking the red waves of hair that fell across the pillow, he lay down, half next to her, half on top of her, and brought his lips down to hers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Age: Lyria's Lust [Dirigible &amp; Christa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>21-05-2010, 23:22:09</strong>
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				His awed appreciation of her appearance gave her great pleasure, and she blushed at his agog expression. When he stood up and began undressing, she marveled at how attractive he was. Surely they should have done this before now! She bit her bottom lip as his chest and strong legs were revealed, along with the bulge that was all for her. She ached so badly for him right now that it hurt. Finally he returned to the bed, and she smiled as he kissed her again. Once more she immediately deepened the embrace and moaned. Moving away briefly, she reached down and began unlacing her chemise. Soon it was loose and nearly open, to which she pulled the sides apart and revealed her full and pert breasts...peaked with erect pink nipples. Her softly curved stomach was next and her naturally hairless sex followed. Finally she pushed the cloth down and kicked it aside, revealing shapely thighs and dainty feet. <br><br>Blushing from her sudden modesty, she tried to overcome it and pulled one of his hands to her mouth. Sucking his index finger between her lips, her eyes stared seductively into his as she nibbled softly and then moved on to his middle finger. Finally she nipped playfully and released it only to run a finger down his chest and then over the fabric covered bulge lightly.<br><br>"I want you so badly."
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				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>22-05-2010, 21:35:32</strong>
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				Daylin propped himself up as Lyria began undoing her undergarments, exposing more and more blushing, voluptuous flesh. His breath caught as she bared herself to his gaze, and hands reacted with instinctive lust. They ran over her slim shoulders, then caressed down. His palms ran over the warm curves until they encircled the elf's twin, full mounds, cupping them and squeezing tenderly. Daylin sighed, his touch growing steadily more eager; he was like a man offered what he craved most, but reluctant to try it in case it turned out to be a dream that would vanish like the morning dew. Dexterous fingers grazed around her pouting globes, kneading the womanly flesh with increasing passion and brushing over her nipples. Catching those hard peaks in a pinch, Daylin squeezed them lustily, bending down again to suckle at Lyria's mouth devotedly.<br><br>There was a fire in him... a burning, all for her. Lyria had never understood what it was to be wanted, to be hungered for like this, but Daylin's teeth raking against her lips, his hands roughly but not unkindly groping her breasts, the weight of his firm body pressing down on her... his need flowed into her like ambrosia, and the voice in the back of her head chuckled in satisfaction.<br><br>Panting, Daylin tore his mouth away from hers, eyes dilated as he gazed down. Lyria lifted one of his hands, and he gasped as she sucked and nibbled on his fingers. “Ohhh... Lyria!” he moaned throatily. The mage bent down, kissing her cheek, and she felt his tongue run sensually along her tapering ear, before he sucked hard on the tip. Daylin gave a quivering gasp in her ear as she reached down... and his manhood jumped at her touch, a powerful throb running through it in response.<br><br>He rose onto his knees as she whispered those words to him, shivering, and quickly unwrapped his breechcloth. Lyria had seen few enough naked men in her time... dim memories of other elven children, splashing in the fountain in the Alienage... a few accidental glimpse of male apprentices changing or bathing... so she had little to contrast the sight with as Daylin knelt naked before her. His manhood, nestled in a thatch of dark hair, seemed nicely sized, though, and was as hard as dragonbone.<br><br>He reached down, running his fingers through her hair, curling them around the back of her head and lifting it, until her lips brushed the side of his shaft. “Lyria, my darling... please... let me feel your lips...” he breathed, in a passion-thickened voice. Her lips on his fingers had put an idea in his head, and he would not rest until her mouth was around him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Age: Lyria's Lust [Dirigible &amp; Christa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>22-05-2010, 22:17:45</strong>
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				Growing up in the tower, she had been relatively sheltered. Oh, she knew that sex happened, but she was more focused on perfecting her spells...and she was very devoted to the Chantry. However, none of that seemed to matter right now, and if a senior enchanter walked through the door, she wouldn't even care. The massaging of her breasts made her nipples pucker even more, and she groaned as she arched her chest more into his hands. Every inch of her skin was sensitive, but when he kissed up to her ears, she gasped and moaned...that being another sensitive place. <br><br>He seemed to like her sucking on his fingers, and as he jumped from her touch, she smiled. When he knelt beside her and took off his breechcloth, she stared in wonder at his cock. It was so long, hard and thick. Oh, she'd seen pictures and sculptures, but this...this was so much better. Even if he hadn't asked her to, she wanted to taste it. <br><br>She let him push her face closer to his shaft, and when he touched her lips to it, she kissed it toothlessly and let her saliva coat the muscle. Her fingers went around the base and her other hand went around the balls, testing the weight and feeling the texture. Her mouth finally went over the tip, where her tongue swirled and groaned at the slightly salty taste of his pre-cum. Her eyes remained on his the whole time, but soon she dipped her head lower to take more in. Suddenly, as if possessed, she seemed to feel more confident in it. Taking naturally to it, she moved her tongue in a wave like motion on the underside of his member, and then pulled her cheeks in to suck a bit harder. Going deeper, she seemed able to take him deeper than predicted, and it felt oddly unnatural. But she loved it.<br><br>Moaning, her hand massaged his balls and her other twisted and pumped at the base gently. Her mouth was leaking saliva over his rod and she began moving her mouth off of him, only to go back. She was still inexperienced, but whatever had laughed was also guiding her in some unknown dance.
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				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 21:23:12</strong>
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				Resting by her side as she leaned up to kiss his manhood, Daylin was in an excellent position to run his eyes – and his free hand – down Lyria's body. He cupped his palm under one breast, letting its supple weight tumble into his grasp, where he massaged it, before wanderlust sent his touch roaming lower. “You're perfect,” he breathed raggedly as he groped from the plump, feminine mound to across her stomach, and stretching down to run his fingers over the smaller, tighter mound of her sex. He was adept at forming the intricate signs for sorceries with his fingers... and they seemed to weave another kind of spell as he rubbed lightly against her maidenhood. Her wetness made him gasp, and he cradled her sex in his palm... while her mouth drew another, more fervent moan from the man. “Ohhh... Lyria!”<br><br>He shivered at her mouth against his aroused, sensitive member; and up close she could see his stomach muscles tensing and quivering as she bathed him with her saliva. The shaft throbbed as she wrapped her fist around it, and when she cupped his testes he could only arch his shoulders back and moan. “Maker... Lyria, yes!” <br><br>Daylin's hand clawed impulsively at the back of her head as she suddenly went down on him with a passion, sucking and swallowing his length like an Amaranthine dock-whore, not the shy virgin she was – or at he thought she was. “Uhhh.. ohhh... nnnhhhaaahhh, yes... yes! Lyriahhh,oh, yes!” he cried convulsively, his member pulsing hotly within her delicate lips and throat. He'd received this act rarely enough from his other lovers, mostly older enchanters that had taken a shine to his good looks... but it had never been so good! Lyria sucked and stroked like a woman possessed.<br><br>As she wriggled her tongue in that alluring, serpentine fashion, the elf girl tasted Daylin's saltiness increased, and his fingers knotted passionately in her hair as he arched his hips, gently forcing more of his cock into her petite mouth. The suction of her cheeks made him whimper in pleasure: “Ah, Maker... Lyria, if you don't stop that, I'm going to... mmmaaahhh... oh, oh, oh...”
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				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>24-05-2010, 04:22:58</strong>
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				His touch to her breast sent flames licking straight to her sex, and she groaned as his hand moved lower. Suddenly, he touched her most intimate area, and her hips bucked...she was so incredibly wet and swollen. The heat almost radiated from her pussy, and his hand was soon covered in her juices. She whimpered onto his cock, so desperately aroused. She'd always been a naturally sensual elf, but this...this was unlike her. She had never been so aroused in her life. His whimpers of her name encouraged her, and his fingers on her scalp made her go deeper and deeper. <br><br>It was true she sucked like she was possessed. Her throat seemed to relax instinctively, and she felt the head of his cock hit it. Her lips were touching his pubic hair, and she was shocked by how deep he was. Suddenly she had to pull away as she gagged, and she took deep shuddering breaths during the break. When he spoke, though, she grinned and went back to bouncing her head up and down, swallowing him deep and popping off with every other bob. She wasn't going for skill right now...that would come later. Right now she was horny, and she wanted to taste his cum.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Age: Lyria's Lust [Dirigible &amp; Christa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>24-05-2010, 11:50:56</strong>
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				Daylin swayed slowly as the elf maiden worked her mouth furiously on his manhood, head thrown back until the tail of his hair tickled his spine. He gave loud cries, one after another; part grunt, part moan, part laugh of delight. His hand leaped from her hair to lock around the bedpost nearest him, and he clung to it for balance as he moved his hips eagerly too and fro, pumping his well-formed cock into her so very willing mouth.<br><br>Everything about what she was doing entranced him, brought him closer to the pinnacle of pleasure. The suction that drew more and more blood into his engorged member, making it throb and burn. Her wet, gulping throat engulfing as much of him as she could. The way she caressed his full, swollen balls and pumped his shaft, urging him to cum. And above all, Lyria's passion, the shameless hunger with which she took him with her mouth<br><br>“Ohhh...” Daylin gasped. His hand convulsed against her sex, fingers curling hard into her flushed lips. “OHHH...” Mouth falling open into an 'O' of wonder, he leaned forward sharply, almost curling double over her head as the pulsing heat of his member grew to a crescendo. “OHHH!!!” The mage howled, so loud Lyria was sure the people in the quarters around hers would hear... not that she cared a jot, at the moment. His cockhead swelled in her throat, and his whole body shivered in delight... balls tightening, shaft wiggling, arms and legs locking hard, and the hot, salty fluid of his maleness splurting thickly into her mouth and down her throat.<br><br><em><strong>Swallow it... swallow it all...</strong></em> urged the strange impulse in the shadows of her mind, even as Daylin all but collapsed on the bed, panting, his eyes closed and body blushing with a pink sheen of arousal.<br><br>“Maker, Lyria...” the young man crooned, rolling over and slipping his arm around her. He smiled, tender, loving, but also lustful. “I don't know what's come over you since the Harrowing... but I think I like it.” He rolled over onto her, his lips pressing to the girlish point of her chin, before his mouth slid down her throat, kissing softly at first, but growing wild and wicked as he made his way to her body. Daylin kissed and suckled along Lyria's collarbone, then down, nibbling up the full globes of her chest. His tongue curled out, lapping inquisitively at a peaked nipple.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Age: Lyria's Lust [Dirigible &amp; Christa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>30-05-2010, 00:03:23</strong>
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				Every moan and oath from Daylin's sinfully delicious mouth made Lyria more and more determined to taste and experience as much of him as possible. What was wrong with her? Why hadn't she said yes emphatically when he'd first asked her if she felt the same way that he did about her. Now she could almost picture her following him around like a lovesick puppy, but she would try her hardest to stay in control of herself. <br><br>His cock grew in hardness and size as she worked her small and agile mouth up and down the erection. The elf moaned onto it and then sucked in strongly, watching her teeth but seemingly trying to pull him in as deep as possible. When he suddenly tensed and began shooting the unfamiliar liquid down her throat, she barely noticed the voice in her mind, as she was already trying to gulp down every last drop. It tasted absolutely delicious to her, and she milked him of every last drop. When he finally calmed down, she pulled off and licked around to clean up any spare seed before swallowing and licking her lips. <br><br>With another seductive look, she smiled as he moved on top of her and then laid there with her legs spread...ready and willing to feel anything she could. His lips moved over her pale skin as he moved lower and lower...toward her sensitive breasts peaked with erect nipples. His tongue suddenly lapped at one, and she hissed in pleasure, arching her chest into his face and moaning.<br><br>"Maker, Daylin...I want you so badly. I want to feel every inch of you on every inch of me."<br><br>Her voice was so lustful that it was nearly a growl.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Age: Lyria's Lust [Dirigible &amp; Christa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>01-06-2010, 10:30:31</strong>
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				“Uhhhm...” his tongue tingled with the low moan as he lapped and flicked at her nipple, over and over, fanning that spark of pleasure into a hot ache. “Uhhh... mmmhhh... yes... as do I!” Daylin gasped enthusiastically, his teeth pinching into Lyria's hard pink nub, before his face sank lower down her body. He kissed and nuzzled over her gracefully curved tummy, breath hot, lips hotter still, before she felt his downy stubble brush over her smooth womanhood. “L-Lyria,” he murmured, pushing his face into her ripe, urgently aroused sex, inhaling and kissing at at once. “Oh... I've wanted this for so long. You can't imagine. Wanted you. So much.” His tongue lolled up and down between her nether lips, tasting her wetness, his slightly crooked nose bent against the front of her hip bone and the blossoming bud of her clitoris.<br><br>Daylin's head swam. Lyria's body, her depthless turquoise eyes, the sudden revelation that her desire matched his was like a fantasy come to life, a Fade-vision made so very solid and warm. He rubbed his face eagerly against her sex, until an electric shiver seemed to pass through his spine, earthing itself in his brain. The mage looked up from Lyria's snatch, his gaze running up her body to meet hers, and there was a fire there, a radiant, adoring light.<br><br>He rose, leanly muscled body twisting and scrambling until he was kneeling between her legs. Lyria saw that his erection, which had been waning after bursting in her mouth was resurgent... throbbing full and vibrant out of Daylin's lap. He stretched forward, groping at her thighs, ensuring they were wide apart, then curling around her waist and gripping her there. His eyes locked with hers, even as his body moved to lay atop her. His cock pressed against her pussy, a warm, hard, welcome intruder.<br><br>Daylin's mouth came down to brush lightly against the elf's beestung lips, as his back arched and muscles strained against her. Instinctively, he guided his manhood to her sex... and slowly began to slide into her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Age: Lyria's Lust [Dirigible &amp; Christa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>01-06-2010, 20:15:49</strong>
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				As Daylin moved his mouth down and over her body, she grew more and more aroused. The stubble of his jaw sent shivers down her spine, and everywhere he touched erupted in goosebumps. His words made her blush and smile, but she answered in hurried and husky tones.<br><br>"I don't know why I said no, Daylin. I just...OH!"<br><br>When his tongue met her sex, she groaned and stopped talking...thoroughly entranced. Nothing mattered in the world right now except for her and Daylin. As their eyes met, she knew that she was about to become a woman. He moved over top of her, and she saw that although he had just cum mere moments ago, he was ready for another round. Smiling, Lyria's real nature showed through as her heart raced in nervousness. Swallowing, she spread her legs for him and felt him move forward.<br><br>As his cock met her sensitive sex, she groaned, but when he began pushing inside of her, she winced and tensed. She knew she needed to relax in order to let him in, but her body seemed unable to do so. She was painfully tight, and he seemed too big for her. Suddenly the entity had no effect as she whispered in distress.<br><br>"I don't know if you'll fit."<br><br>She looked honestly worried, although she could almost feel whatever was inside of her roll its eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Age: Lyria's Lust [Dirigible &amp; Christa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>02-06-2010, 11:38:48</strong>
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				Daylin's arms locks snugly around the elf maiden's petite but buxom form, nestling the pair of them deep into the comfort of the down mattress (far more comfortable than the thin straw affair she had slept on in the dormitories!) Warm flesh pressed to warm the two of them a knot of lovingly entwined heat in the midst of the tangled sheets. Daylin's fingers pinched her thigh in his haste to pull one of her legs up to his side, spreading her legs to make a cradle for his hips.<br><br>“Ahh... ahh... ahh...” the young man utter a series of piercing cries under his breath as his manhood attempted the difficult entrance into her uncharted territory. His face contorted in a look of almost agonised pleasure; teeth raked over his lower lip, before he took hers and sucked on it, opening his eyes a crack. “You're so small down there,” he agreed huskily, quickly adding, in case his words were taken unfavourably, “But it feels so good.” he withdrew the tip of his cock from her sex, and Lyria felt it nuzzle against her thigh, pulsing with Daylin's heartbeat as he hugged her close.<br><br>His lips wandered across her cheek, kissing the length of her ear. “I could... use my fingers... to, ahhhm... ease the way,” he suggested, his tongue dancing around the tapering shell.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Age: Lyria's Lust [Dirigible &amp; Christa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>02-06-2010, 23:25:46</strong>
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				She bit her bottom lip, but hugged Daylin close, breathing hard and attempting to calm herself. When he said it felt good, the beast inside of her roared in glee, and Lyria looked up at him with glad eyes.<br><br>"I...I'm glad."<br><br>When he said something about using his fingers, and then licked around her ear, she groaned and nodded.<br><br>"I'd like that."<br><br>For more reasons than one, of course, but logically it also made sense. She spread her legs as wide as possible and could almost hear her wet lips parting with a wet sound. She was beyond aroused, and she knew that she needed completion in the form of him inside of her. She moaned and her head fell back as he removed his cock's tip and caressed her. He was so caring, and she couldn't help but adore him for it.<br><br>"Daylin...I'm not scared."<br><br>She had to convince herself almost more than him, but she realized she wasn't. She wanted this...badly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Age: Lyria's Lust [Dirigible &amp; Christa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>07-06-2010, 22:22:55</strong>
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				“Is it all right if I am? Just a little?” Daylin grinned back. He swept the sheets up into a mound against the wall, like snow piled up in winter, and lay down against it, behind Lyria. “I mean... I have done this before,” he murmured, arms encircling and drawing her towards him. “But... n-never with someone I, who I want so much. And care for so much. No-one as beautiful as you. Ahhh...”<br><br>The moan shivered against her ear as his cock nuzzled into her pert derrière, nestled between her buttocks like a sheathed sword. “Lyria,” the mage breathed, kissing her throat and burying his face in her hair, taking wild gusts of her natural, estival aroma. His hands moved all over her body, trembling with adoration and desire. He cupped her plump breasts, gently at first them with greater urgency. The warm, jellied weight squeezed between his fingers, and he rolled her nipple like a chanter's rosary bead. “Mmmhhh,” he sighed in her ear, a note of animal passion roughening his voice.<br><br>Daylin's hands slid down her belly, tracing every curve and sweep of warm flesh. He cupped her inner thighs, but she opened them willingly, eagerly before he could part them himself; Lyria felt his manhood throb against her behind at this sign of mutual want. Deft fingers kissed across her bald maidenhood, both soothing and inciting all at once. Daylin moaned happily as he felt his digits instantly slicken with her ample juices, and he curled his hand around her sex like a treasure. “Ahhh... feels so good...” he whispered, his chin grazing at her shoulder as he pressed into her back.<br><br>They both lay on their sides, leaning back a little, and he guided her upper thigh up and bent her knee down, so that her legs were apart and bent like the numeral 4, or the Hanged Man on a tarot card. Daylin traced his fingertips lightly along her sex... then started to press into her core, his smallest finger sliding in to that tightness and the feel of warm, wet velvet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Age: Lyria's Lust [Dirigible &amp; Christa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>12-06-2010, 06:56:44</strong>
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				She watched him situate himself, and then gladly leaned back against him in a spooning position. She let him maneuver her body, as she trusted him completely, and his words made her blush and smile with fondness. <br><br>"Thank you."<br><br>She groaned as he cupped her breasts, but the pleasured gasp came when he let his long digits dance along her slit. She moaned louder and her hips bucked a bit.<br><br>"Oh Maker...I need you so badly."<br><br>As his calloused fingertips continued their delicious torment, she leaned back further and turned her head to catch his lips as her left hand came up to cup his cheek. Her right hand was resting on the coverlet in front of her, and she moved her hips restlessly against him. His finger made her nervous, but when only the smallest one entered, she groaned as her body eagerly sucked it in. It didn't hurt, and she could tell he was getting her sex warmed up for him...something she appreciated.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Age: Lyria's Lust [Dirigible &amp; Christa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>25-06-2010, 12:13:47</strong>
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				Daylin murmured an indistinct but heated agreement to Lyria's cry of need, planting his lips against hers. His kiss came in waves, long and lingering pressure that ebbed away into light pecks, before returning with more passion each time. He sprinkled his affection across her cheeks and chin, kissing her long lashes and wide eyes, the tip of her nose and the pulse of her brow, but always returning to show his devotion to the warmth of her lips. “I know, love, I know... I do too. Soon, soon,” he breathed, nuzzling against the elf maid's ear, the hardness of his body against hers showing he could scarcely wait himself.<br><br>“Ahhh... ohhh...” the mage crooned as Lyria's pussy eagerly engulfed his digit. Daylin trembled in anticipation as he gently slid the finger back and forth, picturing how soon she would be ready for something larger. His curled fingers stroked over the curve of her sex, grazing the hairless flesh as the little finger tested her depth and wetness. He shifted closer, his firm chest snuggling into her back and arm tight against her belly so that she could feel the pulse in his wrist. A second finger stretched out and pulled in, carefully stretching Lyria's sex a little more. Daylin's hand rocked too and fro, sending waves of vibration into her core.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Age: Lyria's Lust [Dirigible &amp; Christa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>07-07-2010, 18:20:16</strong>
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				She returned the kiss in whatever waves he granted her with, and her eyes remained closed as their tongues danced. Her head tilted toward him as he kissed tenderly over every inch of her face, and her mouth opened in a fond smile before he returned to her lips. She loved feeling his hard member against her skin, making her just as desperate as he was. <br><br>He slid his finger back and forth, and she groaned softly as she spread her legs wider. It was feeling better, and she was beginning to enjoy it. Kissing him more passionately, she moaned as he slid a second finger in and her body accepted it. Already she was ready for more, and she spoke breathlessly against his lips.<br><br>"More...it doesn't hurt."<br><br>It was a strange feeling, but it didn't hurt necessarily. In fact, the fact that she knew he was the first person to reach up there was erotic and rather pleasurable to the young elf.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Age: Lyria's Lust [Dirigible &amp; Christa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>26-07-2010, 00:02:21</strong>
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				In the pit of Lyria's soul, where a heretofore unknown passion stirred and seethed, something roared in its ravenous carnal need, and it was all she could no not to voice an echo of that uncanny lust. Daylin seemed to feel it to; he pushed himself harder into the elven girl's back, his cock throbbing like a drumbeat along the inward curve of her spine. His lips lingered on hers with an aching ferocity and his fingers curled, wonderfully, inside her. A third joined the first two, stretching her maidenhead with a foretaste of what was to come.<br><br>“Lyriaaah,” he moaned deliriously, his kisses becoming swift suck-bites that daubed along her throat and shoulder, his hand digging into her breast urgently. The silky, wet sound of his digits plunging shallowly into her pussy increased its pace. “I want... want you so much,” he growled, his voice roughened and husky, quite unlike the handsome, shy boy she had known. Daylin twisted behind her on the bed and his fingers slid out of her sex, leaving her aching to be filled... until she felt the round, hot helmet of his manhood poised like a battering ram against her glistening gates. His length lay between her thighs, warm and solid on her skin, so very corporeal and real after the half-remembered dreamscape of the Fade.<br><br>His hands grasped at breast and hip, as if claiming the angles of her femininity for his own and she was pulled back against the eager body of the young man. “Ahhh,” Daylin gasped in anticipation, his breath once against hot on her tapered ear. His moan of pleasure began even before his thrust, before she felt the hard rod, thicker than two of his fingers but not as thick as three push into her. The man's long exhalation only increased in pitch and fervor as he felt her tightness drawing around him, the untouched warm, wet velvet-smoothness of her sex engulfing him inch by inch. His cock seemed to swell within her as it entered, as it penetrated deeper until it butted at her maidenhead. Daylin's fingers knotted with painful delight in her soft curves as he pushed, thrust and broke her chastity, a tender but passionate gardener plucking her flower.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Age: Lyria's Lust [Dirigible &amp; Christa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 22:56:21</strong>
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				The roar of carnality sent a shot of desire and triumph through her confused soul, but she ignored it. Daylin's throbbing organ felt heavenly against her back, and she wanted to feel it stretching her sex so badly that it nearly ached. She continued the kiss with a fervor that threatened to consume them both. She gasped and hissed in slight pain as he stretched her wider and wider, but she didn't complain. She wanted this. <br><br>Every touch sent her higher into a sexual frenzy that she couldn't control. She would have given him anything he asked for right now, as long as he didn't stop. <br><br>"Daylin...I want you...too. Please..."<br><br>She loved the growl in his voice, but nearly whined when he removed his fingers. He didn't change their position, but moved her up so he could position himself. She was so wet, and so very ready...needing him inside of her. Luckily, he was soon to grant her wish. She felt the smooth and warm mushroom head of his cock prod at her entrance, and she relaxed herself as much as she could. She knew it would hurt, but she was excited at the same time. He began pushing into her, and she hissed in discomfort, but his fingers had helped. She was breathing shallowly as he pushed his cock further into her waiting depths.<br><br>"Oh...Daylin..."<br><br>He moved further in, and then she felt him stop at a barrier. This was it. Gently, the mage pushed through her hymen and entered her fully...earning a gasp and whimper from her. It hurt, but when she felt the trail of blood leak down onto her new sheets, the strange entity in her mind laughed and growled in approval. She was slightly tense, but she relaxed herself and let her body fall onto Daylin's. He filled her so completely...so fully...that she didn't know if he'd ever get out. He paused and waited, and after a few moments, she smiled and turned her head to kiss him.<br><br>"Go on."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Age: Lyria's Lust [Dirigible &amp; Christa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 21:21:40</strong>
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				Daylin's manhood was not huge, but for a virgin elf it certainly felt that way. She could feel every swollen, textured inch as he pressed into her from behind, her tight nether lips clasping his shaft closely and soaking it with her sweet oils. He exhaled a shuddering breath as his hips pressed into her backside, fighting to invade the aching core of her desire, her snugness making every tiny thrust a shiver of pleasure. The hard curve of flesh touched her in delicious ways that even his fingers and tongue has not reached; the ridged underside of his manhood rasped along her sensitive love-bud, while the head and body of his cock explored deeper and more tender reaches.<br><br>The young man's body arched behind her as they lay entwined on their sides, his chest grazing her back, his breath spilling on her shoulder and neck as his face nuzzled her skin. She felt his lips were bent into a blissful curve as she leaned back to kiss him, and he cradled her face in his hand as their lips melted together. His heart thundered against her back as they rocked together, but she could also feel that needful pulse inside her, in the throbbing of his cock.<br><br>“Ohhh... Lyria... it feels so good. You're so beautiful. I... ahhh...” he moaned, his hand brushing hungrily down her curved form, grasping the upraised thigh and using it to hold her hips in place as his manhood surged and ebbed inside her. He thrust in long, slow motions, fulfilling his craving to be deep inside her and feel her core wrapped around him. “Ahhh... yes!” he breathed in response to her encouragements, his teeth nipping at her lips as his skin slapped softly against hers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dragon Age: Lyria's Lust [Dirigible &amp; Christa]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>16-03-2012, 21:41:57</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Dirigible and I have continued several of our stories during my year of absence through e-mail. However, now that I'm back on E, we've decided to copy and paste the RP in their original threads and continue from here once more.</div></div><hr>Her mouth was open as he entered, and her brow was furrowed as her heart nearly stopped. Arching, she whimpered at the initial pain, but the pleasure was so overwhelming she forgot about the hurt almost instantly. Little did she know that the demon inside of her was causing the unusual shift that virgins normally weren't lucky enough to experience. He almost didn't fit, but she relaxed her muscles to welcome him inside eagerly. When he was completely sheathed, her whole body jerked, and the demon let out a growl of pure pleasure. <br><br>Her clit being stimulated, she felt heat envelope her small but unusually curved (for an elf) form, and a new rush of wetness coated his thrusting member. Melding her body back against his, and she couldn't stop the pleasured cry that erupted from her rosebud lips. Every time his desperately pleased voice reached her pointed ears, she shuddered in higher arousal and hissed through her white teeth. Finding one of his large hands with her smaller one, she yanked it up to her mouth and pulled his index finger sensually into the moist cavern. Sucking on the digit, her moans were barely muffled, and soon she let him go with a pop as she spoke in a husky tone.<br><br>"Daylin...yes...I'm so full! More, please...don't stop. Don't ever stop."<br><br>Another whimper, and then she began pushing back against him in earnest. Craving more of what he was giving so freely.<br><hr>The demon's tendrils coiled into Daylin's dreaming mind and soul through Lyria's lips and her breached maidenhood. It did not create lust, make him want her, however... the desires were already there, smouldering, and it simply stoked them, unleashed them, provoked him into unbridled carnality. He kissed her with need, as if every second their mouths were not locked in fierce, sensual battle was grief unbearable. He kissed her until she was sure her pert lips would be bruised and bloodied from his attentions, and then he kissed her yet more.<br><br>“Lyria!” he gasped in bliss as he took her, filled her with stroke after stroke. His cock surged and waned within her like the tide, but infinitely hotter and harder. And like a boat on the tide, his thrusts lifted her on a rise of pleasure, which rebounded onto him twofold. Sweat dappled his smooth brow as he rubbed his face against her cheek,biting at her lips like a slice of apple, adoring her silky skin on his. <br><br>“Never stop,” he agreed breathlessly. “Oh; oh Maker, Lllyrrria!” His voice became a helpless, lusty groan as she sucked on his fingers, the warm pressure of her mouth as effective as bringing blood to his manhood as his digits. Daylin crooked his fingers gently against her tongue, shivering at the sight of her suckling them with abandon. “I need more,” he confessed huskily, suddenly tearing his cock from her sex.<br><br>The mage pushed the elf-girl roughly onto the bed, his eyes full of fire as he mounted her, his lean frame poised above, his crimson, throbbing manhood poised below. “My love,” he whispered, slamming himself into her tightness so hard it hurt them both. Daylin winced and yet moaned as he savagely filled her, forgetting everything he;d every heard about treating a virgin tenderly.”I want you,” he groaned, his hardness swelling with the weight of his hips to fill her core fully.<br><hr>She didn't care how or why she was feeling so strange. All that mattered was that Daylin kept thrusting into her waiting wetness and kissing her. She wanted him so badly that it almost took her breath away, and the demon inside of her made her smile in triumph as he fucked her hard. She returned his bruising kiss with equal ferocity, and then bit his bottom lip nearly hard enough to draw blood. She growled in need and pushed against him needily.<br><br>When he switched their positions, she grunted as he shoved her onto her back and into the bed before he mounted her smaller body. Immediately she wrapped her legs around his waist, making her groan at the exquisite depth that he reached. She could tell that the tightness of her sheath hurt them both, but it was beyond pleasure as well. <br><br>Her nails dug into his shoulders as she arched into his sweat covered body. <br><br>"Daylin...Maker...yes! So...good!"<br><br>She whimpered and the demon inside her began spreading the bliss from her core outward, signaling an impending orgasm.<br><br>"Daylin...something's...happening!"<br><br>She cried out and held on as her body began coiling tighter and tighter.<br><hr>As Lyria's teeth sank into his lip, sending a spark of pain tingling through his body Daylin's fingers dug into her hips, holding her down hard as he attacked her core with his cock. His ink-stained nails pressed into her skin, leaving rows of little red crescents down either flank, though that sensation was trivial next to the stretched fullness she was experiencing, her hymen torn and small frame made to take its first hard manhood. Leaning over her, the older mage's face was etched with pleasure and pain as her sex clutched at him, as her bites and scratches aroused him and only made him thrust more wildly. Brow creased with concentration and rapture he leaned down, letting her feel the hot air that gusted from his lungs with every shuddering thrust; a breeze that carried her name in a fervent, harsh whisper.<br><br>“Lyrrria... Lyrrria... Lyrrria...”<br><br>His lean, warm frame contorted between her legs as she looped them around his waist, the angle making him strike her to the hilt, his balls slapping painfully against her ass so forceful was each collision between them. Daylin's lips dragged across her face, too slack from panting and moaning to muster a real kiss, just stropping against her like a pup.<br><br>“Something... definitely... happening,” he groaned, the bed shaking as he fucked her harder and harder at the demon's urging. Despite the roughness of his sex, as he felt her tense and lose herself to pleasure he gasped: “Love you... love you...”, even as his cock seemed to batter her cervix.<br><hr>Perhaps she would have required a gentle lovemaking if the demon hadn't been inside her. Perhaps she would have cried at the pain of his thick member piercing her tight hole repeatedly and roughly. Perhaps she wouldn't have been able to come until her body grew accustomed to him. However, all that was moot as the demon told her mind and body that this was the way to have sexual intercourse.<br><br>She growled and groaned...her normally turquoise eyes flashing demon red occasionally when she looked away from him. She continued to move in time with him, and her wet cunt grabbed at him every move. She tried to catch his lips when he passed near her mouth,<br><br>She loved seeing his expressions, and she definitely loved knowing that he found her irresistable.<br><br>Before she could ask what was happening, she screamed in ecstasy and clamped down on his now soaking cock. She whimpered and thrashed as waves of bliss took over.<br><br>"DAYLIN! Yes! Yes"<br><br>She writhed and brought all her energy to her orgasm.<br><hr>His knees rucking up the sheets, Daylin's legs and hips worked so frantically that Lyria's body was lifted up slightly, her thighs falling against his, changing the angle with which he entered her – making even deeper, if that was possible. Grinning, gritting his teeth, moaning, panting the mage shuddered as his manhood buried so far inside Lyria's core that she swore she could feel him all through her body.<br><br>“Yes, Lyria! Ohhhh yes!” he moaned as she writhed in climax, fucking her gushing sex animalistically, their bodies slamming together in a frenzy of pleasure. His cock felt cramped, deliciously squeezed by her snug elven cunt, and every movement her inner body made drove him to the brink of pleasure, uninhibited, uncontrolled, all-consuming.<br><br>Between her legs, she could feel the ripples in his muscles, the way his chest heaved as it crushed down on her breasts. He clung to her hips, ramming her up onto him and grunting with every hard thrust, his mouth sucking, quivering, biting against her face as a powerful, delicious tension coiled inside him – and erupted. Daylin cried out, his voice barely muffled by Lyria's lips, his ass clenching and hips battering forward, penetrating her beyond the point of pain. Then he was clinging to her, his breaths coming in ceaseless whimpers and groans, in and out, shuddering as he burst into her her with seed that flowed like liquid silk, hot as lava, filling her core and Maker knew where else.<br><br>Lost in the passion of his worldshaking orgasm, Daylin lost control over his magic. Sparks crackled across her skin from his fingertips, stinging or tingling warmly and pleasantly, and a shimmering aura rose form him like steam as he slumped atop her, heavy, exhausted, smiling and sighing. “Lyrrr'a,” he slurred happily, brushing his lips against her cheek.<br><hr>She was hardly herself at the moment, but she kept going with his body and didn't stop to think about anything...let alone how odd and surreal everything was currently.<br><br>"DAYLIN!"<br><br>Tossing her head and holding onto him&nbsp; as he came, she gasped as sparks tingled over her skin and hair. Light surrounded them both, and power exploded in the room from the two talented mages.<br><br>When he finally came back down from his high, she held him close and tried to catch her breath. Gradually she felt the other presence in her fade and become dormant for the moment. Seeing clearly for the first time since they'd begun, she seemed confused, although very sated.<br><br>Her small hands stroked his strong back gently and she swallowed before closing her eyes and falling asleep in his arms.<br><br>*******<br><br>As the days passed, Lyria and Daylin were too busy to see each other beyond a few stolen kisses in the hallway and lustful glances. Unfortunately, because of this, the demon inside Lyria became restless and needy. She almost itched to touch someone...anyone! She wanted Daylin, but he was busy so often.<br><br>Today she was meeting with Hara, an older enchanter, to train in healing spells. As she entered the large library,&nbsp; her light blue robes brushed the floor.<br><hr>Wood-woses and graven grotesques leered and rolled their eyes at Lyria from every nook and cranny of the library. The shelves were towering edifices, packed deep with leather-spined knowledge, rising so high that the upper volumes could only be consulted with the aid of levitation spells – or more prosaically, a ladder. This private wing of the library was off-limits to novices, and most Harrowed mages felt they had better things to do with their time than bury themselves amidst musty pages again, so it was quiet. Or at least deserted; there was a constant susurrus of self-turning leaves as the powerful spellbooks stirred in their slumber, waiting only for their covers to be parted and the right person to speak the right words. Some tomes were chained to the shelves; unlike other libraries, this was more for the protection of readers than fear of theft.<br><br>Hana entered a few minutes after Lyria, a study in small contrasts. Where the elf was dressed in a simple dress of a natural hue, Hana favoured elaborate quilted silk and velvet robes, as many mages did. They were dyed in the typical rainbow of hues that suggested the wearer was either a wielder of spells or an escaped lunatic jester – either way, to be feared. The enchanter was tall and slim (though the mild corsettry of her robes did help flatter her figure) where Lyria was petite and curved in blossoming feminine beauty. She wore her blonde hair in an elaborate Orlesian plait (http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YJj1KsCTWLA/Tfj3l_kJ_CI/AAAAAAAAAFM/zllaamKGa1Y/s400/1119100.jpg), looped around her the crown of her head.<br><br>Hana paused at the door as she reached the library, her heart skipping a beat. Oh, she had long known her preferences ran towards her own sex, and had found Lyria eye-catchingly comely even as a novice – despite some jealousy that the redhead's prodigy matched her own, meaning that Lyria might equal or better Hana's record of being the youngest enchanter in the Circle's recent history. But recently, she was more than merely eye-catching... she was intoxicating.<br><br>Collecting herself and (unsuccessfully) trying to banish the idle-but-insistent fantasies that filled her mind, Hana smiled brightly and approached the elf's seat. “Good evening, Lyria. I've been looking forward to showing you wonderful... I mean, teaching you how to... ahem,” her cheeks reddened a little, but she shook her head and sat in her own chair after running a lingering hand across Lyria's shoulder. “Have you given any thought to what school of advanced spells you'd like to pursue?”
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