Teacher, my Teacher! (Ravien Delapor & Astira)
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				Title: <strong>Teacher, my Teacher! (Ravien Delapor &amp; Astira)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ravien Delapor</strong> on <strong>22-08-2014, 00:39:45</strong>
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				Saxon’s jaw muscles were starting to twinge from keeping his smile up before the king, his long steps purposefully and forcefully shortened to keep from outpacing the older, shorter royal.&nbsp; “Elena has been…well, despondent since you left, Maestro,” the old man wheezed as he walked, looking utterly out of place next to the teacher.&nbsp; Saxon was the man’s opposite, a solid seven feet tall to the king’s five and a half, his shoulders broad and heavy with dense muscles, his skin weathered from sun and travel.&nbsp; A veneer of stubble darkened his cheeks and square chin, and his long hair hung down his back in a thick braid of black shot through with odd streaks of silver, in total contrast to the king’s egg-like dome and sunken features.&nbsp; A white linen shirt covered his broad torso, unlaced and open in the style common to the less-than-royal people he commonly associated with, showing off his scruffy chest hair and the noticeable planes of his hard muscle structure.&nbsp; Black cotton pants and a long coat of the same material covered most of his impressive body, his large hands bare, his feet hidden under leather traveler’s boots that thudded heavily with each step.&nbsp; Where the king seemed to constantly carry an aroma of musty paper and powder about him, Saxon smelled of spice and sandalwood, earthy and masculine without stinking repulsively.&nbsp; He had politely refused the offer of a servant to carry his possessions: a large canvas duffel bag held his life easily, and he held it just as easily over one shoulder as he walked beside his employer.<br><br>“If her condition has been so severe,” he rumbled in response to the king’s comment, his deep voice sounding gravely and thick, his northern accent coming through as a barely-cultured burr, “You should have sent for me sooner.&nbsp; I dedicated seven years to teaching your daughter, my liege, and I would hate to see them wasted if she has not matured under the correct tutelage.”&nbsp; The king scoffed as he turned a corner; Saxon immediately recognized where they were, and had to stop himself from rushing ahead as the door he remembered so well from his past with the princess came into view.<br><br>“She has matured, but I assure you that she has not become any more volatile than any girl her age.&nbsp; I’m certain that you will be pleased.&nbsp; Now,” he said as he came close to her door, pausing to rummage in his pockets, “She keeps herself locked in here most of the time…I’m sure that I can trust you with a key.&nbsp; Here you are,” he exclaimed, pulling out a thick iron key and handing it over to Saxon.&nbsp; The teacher pushed his silver-framed glasses up his strong nose before accepting it, almost growling under his breath as the possibilities it represented tickled in the back of his mind.&nbsp; The king remained ignorant of them, smiling and waving goodbye.&nbsp; “I look forward to seeing what you make of her, Maestro.”<br><br>“As do I,” Saxon rumbled, grinning genuinely for the first time in an hour, tossing the key to himself as the king retreated back down the hallway to tend to other business.&nbsp; Saxon did not spare the man a second glance as he brought the key to the lock, took a breath, and started to turn it open, stilling the eager shiver of anticipation that chased down his thick arm.&nbsp; The shiver continued down his body beyond his control, stirring through his chest and belly before settling in his hips, making the flesh which bulged the right leg of his trousers twitch and shift restlessly against his beefy thigh.&nbsp; “Soon,” he whispered to himself as he turned the key and heard the tumblers fall out of place.&nbsp; “Soon.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher, my Teacher! (Ravien Delapor &amp; Astira)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astira</strong> on <strong>22-08-2014, 00:41:14</strong>
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				&nbsp;Princess Elena was an only child. Her mother died at childbirth and the king, too filled with sorrow and remorse could not bring himself to wed again. So in lieu of a wife to dote on, he turned to his daughter and spoiled her with gifts and attention. He had the good sense to not spoil her rotten, but the young girl definitely had a confident air about her that bordered on insubordinate at times.<br><br>For most of her life, Elena was surrounded by her nursemaid along with a few older handmaidens. Most of them were fat and old and Elena, while not openly repulsed by their weight, found herself rather subconsciously keeping herself on the thinner side. She wasn’t vain, at least not in the way you’d be able to catch save for very minute idiosyncrasies , but she definitely wouldn’t fill out without conscious effort. She was intelligent for her young age - she spent a lot of time reading and knew much of the world solely due to that. Rarely did she venture outside the palace, preferring her own gardens and familiar halls to the peasant outside her walls. And because of that, she was naive and her growth in terms of practical knowledge a little stunted.<br><br>In the early years of her life, she’d had a tutor names Saxon. He’d begun teaching her when she was four years old and had remained with her until last year when he announced suddenly that he was taking time off. The king (as well as little Elena) were both devastated to hear this as for the king, it meant another grueling search for a tutor to fill his position until he returned (something that was rather hard as Elena was a handful and a spitfire and few people save Saxon, really, knew how to handle her. Not even the King could). And for Elena, it meant her favorite person (and perhaps one she had JUST started to have a schoolgirl crush on, but didn’t realize that’s what it was) would vanish. She’d have no one to talk to or play with.<br><br>And now it was one year later. Elena was barely a teenager and none-the-wiser to Saxon’s return that day. She was also naive to the words flying through the palace about her nearly unbearable behavior. She wasn’t nasty or superior like a spoiled princess, she was simply reclusive and when she WAS spoken to, she was blunt and often made even her handmaidens who were easily forty years her senior cry. She would only shrug at this and believe that the women were weak and that emotions were weaker.<br><br>Currently, she could be found in her room, having fallen asleep at her window again. It would be at Totty’s (her nursemaid) displeasure that she did so; she could catch her death, or someone could push her out or some such nonsense. Elena didn't take her seriously. Besides, she could not help it. It was her favorite spot where she read, wrote and got lost in her thoughts. Last night she stayed up late reading her favorite book of fairy tales, mermaids and dragons. It wasn’t until the wee hours of the morning did she finally give in to sleep.<br><br>And so the sun rose to shine on her back as she laid curled up on her side, her head cushioned by her right arm while her left was tucked beneath her chin, the well-worn book clasped loosely in her fingers. Her unruly blonde curls fell across her face and neck before spilling onto the cushions in a silken waterfall. She was still in her clothes from the day before - an ill-fitting, simple green gown that was far too baggy for her small frame.<br><br>It was half past the eighth hour, well beyond the time she was expected to be up, but given her late night readings, Elena remained asleep, undisturbed and peaceful on the day of favorite tutor’s arrival.<br><br>(How she is sleeping -https://31.media.tumblr.com/ba1fd06a0e994edecfb4e47ca506b44f/tumblr_n3s3t31JiL1skt3v6o3_r1_250.png )
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher, my Teacher! (Ravien Delapor &amp; Astira)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ravien Delapor</strong> on <strong>22-08-2014, 00:42:45</strong>
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				The door unlocked, and Saxon opened it slowly, immediately remembering how one of the hinges used to squeak unless treated with care.&nbsp; He had heard the rumors that the princess did not know of his return, and hoped to surprise her; his relief and joy were instant when he peered into her room and saw her, obviously asleep, the gentle rise and fall of her back proof of her slumber.&nbsp; He smiled at the sight of her, impetuously perched by her window, without a care in the world…so innocent, so perfectly naive.&nbsp; As he slipped completely into her room and slid the door shut behind him, he felt a wave of memories wash over him from when he had first tutored her; playing with her, teaching her to read and write, correcting her technique with carefully applied punishment and rewards, helping her to understand her world.&nbsp; From the books scattered about her room, he could tell that she had not lost her appetite for learning…and from the state of her clothes, it seemed that she had not lost her rebellious spark, either.<br><br>He grinned as he dropped his bag and slid his long coat off his shoulders, sighing as his shirt was allowed more freedom over his beefy torso, the white fabric shifting and fluttering lightly as he hung his coat and approached his young charge.&nbsp; He was surprised by how much she had changed in a year, his dark eyes narrowing slightly as he drew close to her for an inspection.&nbsp; She was taller, her skin fairer, her hair longer and, he discovered as he lifted a wayward lock and rubbed it between two callused fingers, even softer and more supple than before.&nbsp; She was being taken care of, then, that much was clear…but she was thin, too thin for his liking, not to the point of malnourishment but clearly because of some problem of her own making.&nbsp; He frowned and sighed slowly as he walked around her, his eyes sweeping over her vulnerable form, looking for some sign that perhaps she had become unfit for his purposes or corrupted by another before him.&nbsp; Upon finding none, he breathed out in relief, and came to stand before her before resting a large hand upon the side of her head and face, thick, rough fingers curling to press lightly to her cheek and chin, pressing down her hair.<br><br>“Elena,” he rumbled lowly, gently stroking her face, his fingers smoothing through her tangled curls.&nbsp; “It’s time to wake…you will miss your classes if you sleep the day away.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher, my Teacher! (Ravien Delapor &amp; Astira)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astira</strong> on <strong>22-08-2014, 00:48:25</strong>
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				Elena had been dreaming of mermaids under the sea, of being one of them and swimming through the crystal clear waters then basking in the sun. It was lovely, with fins the cover of gemstones and hair as bright as the sun. She met a handsome merman and he looked strangely like her old tutor, Saxon. Her mermaid self blushed when he called her name. But her consciousness called to her. Her physical body shifted and frowned in her sleep, unhappy to be woken. Her eyes, fluttered open and it was a moment before she felt someone’s large paw on her face and a deep voice speaking to her. She didn’t register it immediately and she turned her head a little, squinting in the bright morning light. <br><br>“SAXON!” Her reaction was instantaneous.<br><br>She threw herself up out of her seat and launched herself at her beloved tutor’s massive form, heedless of his size. She used the leverage from the height of her window seat and threw herself at him. “Oh SAXON! You’re here! You’re really here!” She exclaimed in a high pitched squeal slightly hoarse from sleep. She wrapped her thin, pale arms around his neck and buried her face in his neck, her body having wrapped itself around his large form. She hung from his neck as she pressed herself into him, unable to believe he was real, that he had come back. God she had missed him so! She inhaled her scent audibly, the familiar sandalwood and spice washing over her like a familiar, fond memory. “Ooooh, it is you. Oh God, I can’t believe you’re back!”<br><br>She laughed and grinned like an idiot, knowing she must have looked and sounded foolish, but unable to help it. Suddenly she pulled back and was abruptly frowning, her plump pink lips turned into a pout. “Where have you be?! Why did you leave me? And what makes you think you can just come back here and…and things will be what they were? I have other tutors you know…” Although there was a very tiny, small sliver of mischief in her eyes. Something only Saxon would be able to catch.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher, my Teacher! (Ravien Delapor &amp; Astira)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ravien Delapor</strong> on <strong>22-08-2014, 06:04:49</strong>
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				Her squealing embrace told him exactly how little his pupil had changed since they had parted ways, and made his eyes close and his heart throb heavily in his chest as he matched her vigor.&nbsp; His hairy arms wrapped around her back like steel bands and pulled her close, his shirt sliding against her dress, his hands gripping tightly to her sides, swallowing her up in his huge embrace.&nbsp; He could feel the changes in her body, growth and development here and there; puberty had clearly already begun, but whatever she was doing to herself to stay so skinny was countering its effects.&nbsp; Whatever her regime was, it had not kept her hips from beginning to broaden or her bust from starting to deepen, and having even those slight curves squeeze so tightly to his form made more than just his heart throb with need.<br><br>Her sudden withdrawal from him came as no surprise; she was, after all, a spiteful little thing.&nbsp; Her hurt little pout came off as uncannily adorable, to the point that he almost missed the fiery glint in her eyes as she berated him.&nbsp; He reminded himself that he was dealing with a girl who could charm the gold out of even the stingiest miser if she wished to, and play the part of the petulant child all too well.&nbsp; He responded in kind, crossing his burly arms across his chest and tilting his head down to stare at her over the rims of his glasses, his posture straightening to lift his gaze high over hers, looking sternly down at her.&nbsp; He knew that in her heart, Elana craved something more than just a teacher to harass; the girl longed for discipline and order, and while Saxon’s particular brand of control was unquestionably immoral and occasionally heavy-handed, it worked.<br><br>“Ah have been traveling,” he explained succinctly, allowing his full burr to thicken his deep voice, “To better myself and my abilities, so that Ah might teach and guide ye more effectively, my little ember.&nbsp; And Ah know that Ah can come back and take my rightful place at your side, because it is a place that only Ah can fill.&nbsp; Your father has already disbanded your other tutors.&nbsp; So,” he said firmly, his lips curling into a little, self-sure smile, “Unless ye wish for me to treat ye as the little girl ye were when we first met, you’ll show me a touch more respect.&nbsp; Believe me, little one, Ah’ve learned much this last year…many wonder to show ye, many fun new ways to teach ye, if you’ll let me.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher, my Teacher! (Ravien Delapor &amp; Astira)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astira</strong> on <strong>22-08-2014, 06:37:08</strong>
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				(Haha, what’s with the “Ah” and “ye”? Is he teasing her or is that how you’re having him talk? Because you don’t have to…. I mean really…you REALLY don’t have to, hahaha. Remember you love me!)<br><br>He set her down on the floor and she was reminded of how much taller he was then her. When she was younger, it had creed the hell out of her, but now…only on occasion did it intimidate her slightly. Like when he was truly angry with her and drew himself up to his full height or when he was protecting her from an assailant (which he had done a few times). She brushed some of her golden hair out of her face and raised her eyebrow expectantly at him. She knew that he saw through her ruse. He usually did. One of the few who could. She appreciated that about him and it was one of the reasons she loved him as a dear friend and guardian figure (despite him being nearly thirty years her senior).<br><br>He crossed his arms and she noticed his muscles bulge with the slight strain. He was also quite powerful and strong, as she recalled. Had he…grown somehow? She shook herself mentally and listened carefully. At some points in his speech, her eyebrow would raise higher in incredulity before lowering to it’s height of interest. When he finished, he would see her own arms had crossed and she was mirroring him. To an outsider walking in on the scene would have been hilarious and cute. A giant of a man, and a slip of a girl having a stare-down.<br><br>“Hm, that’s true. I don’t think any of my tutors stayed for more than a week, but that is neither here nor there. The REAL point here is that I don’t believe you,” she announced imperiously. “And even if that IS true, it’s a poor excuse for leaving me. You’re the only person in this place that matches my intellect and can challenge me. Even my own father is intimidated by me.” at this, Elena’s rarely dropped guard fell and he would see a glimpse of her true feelings. Her arms went down and she looked away, her shoulders slumping. <br><br>“I missed you. A lot.” her voice was small and she easily instilled in anyone who saw her a desperate need to be lifted up into strong arms and hugged and squeezed and protected, while simultaneously wanting to smother her with kisses and corruption. “Please…don’t do that again, okay Saxon?” she said, looking up and biting her lip as if unsure. Vulnerable. It was clear that she was worried he wasn’t here to stay and that he might no longer want her as his pupil.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher, my Teacher! (Ravien Delapor &amp; Astira)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ravien Delapor</strong> on <strong>22-08-2014, 08:43:44</strong>
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				He let her speak, listening to her carefully and watching her just as carefully, his dark eyes boring into hers, looking for some sign of the deeper meaning behind her words.&nbsp; He found it before she changed her posture and her tone, a slow sigh flowing through his nose as the thing that had been both his greatest hope and greatest fear proved to be true: she had missed him, and now, regrettably, she felt that she could no longer completely trust him.&nbsp; It showed in her posture, her voice, in that little nibble of her lip…he knew just by looking at her that she had simulated that appearance before, to garner sympathy from others.&nbsp; He had seen her use it before, but he knew just by looking at her that this was not some ploy for his compassion.&nbsp; She was hurt, and he was the one who had hurt him.&nbsp; It had been a necessity, and for that, for what he had earned for hurting her, he was not going to apologize.&nbsp; All he could do was to prove to her that he had done what he did for her good, and his…and theirs, together.<br><br>“Believe me, little ember,” he rumbled as he edged himself closer to her, reaching one long, thick arm around her narrow shoulders, his warmth radiating onto her skin through his touch as he curled her closer to him.&nbsp; “I left with only one purpose in mind: to make myself better, that I might teach you more and guide you more clearly.&nbsp; Your life will be neither an easy one, nor a safe one; you have already seen some of the dangers you will face, and read of more.&nbsp; How was I supposed to protect you when I had not the skills to do so effectively?&nbsp; What more could I teach you, when it seemed that you were growing so fast, and learning so much?”&nbsp; He turned her towards him, his hand firm on her shoulder, his features neutral, his tone unapologetic.&nbsp; He truly believed that while his actions had been unpleasant, they had been necessary, and beneficial, and his words did what they could to convey his certainty, his total confidence.<br><br>“I left, so that I could return and be the man I need to be for you, little Elena.&nbsp; I did not enjoy leaving you here, knowing how alone you would be.&nbsp; Do not dwell on it.&nbsp; I have returned, enlightened, empowered…and I have no intention of leaving any time soon.&nbsp; You have my word.”&nbsp; He smiled at her, a warm, genuine smile that creased his cheeks and crinkled around his eyes, his arm tightening gently around her to bring her closer to him, until he had squeezed her tight to his chest.&nbsp; “Make no mistake,” he said softly to her, his voice thick and low, his eyes darkening gradually as the feel of her so close sent blood flying through him in all the right ways, “I thought of you often while I was gone.&nbsp; There was little succor for me, save the knowledge that I would return to see you again, my dear little ember.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher, my Teacher! (Ravien Delapor &amp; Astira)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astira</strong> on <strong>22-08-2014, 19:00:55</strong>
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				Very uncharacteristically, Elena fiddled with the the folds of her dress, needing a distraction from the foreign notion of showing her true thoughts and feelings. She did not like to be overly honest with people - she felt too vulnerable. But Saxon was different. Although she still didn’t like it, she was able to occasionally lapse into such things because she was comfortable around him. His rumbling baritone voice sounded and she felt warmth spread through her at the sound of her old nickname, delighting that he called her it so familiarly as if he’d never stopped. But she focused on his words.<br><br>A large arm, circled her shoulders and pulled her to him and she was forced to relinquish her destructive grip on the frayed folds of her gown to look up at him. Her hands automatically laid themselves on his abdomen (which was at chest height for her), her palm flush against the sculpted muscle there. It was a self-conscious move on her part; one she didn’t even know she did. It was a rare thing that she allowed anyone to touch her, and even then she usually had some barrier between herself and the other person such as her arms, her hands, or some such thing. Although Saxon was a bit of an exception she sometimes unconsciously erected that barrier. <br><br>He was explaining to her the practicality of his actions and loathe as she was to admit it, her logical mind knew and understood. He was right, of course. But even so, the unavoidable child in her was petulant and still did not fully understand. But she was quelled enough to remain silent on that front. He smiled at her and she couldn’t help but return it with a twitch of her lips as she nodded and allowed herself to be held tighter. He was warm and solid next to her and she drew comfort from that. She nodded, her head dipping back to become level as her neck was beginning to ache a little from the strain of looking up at him. Despite herself she nuzzled into him a little, her arms falling away to allow him full access to her body. <br><br><em> “Make no mistake. I thought of you often while I was gone.&nbsp; There was little succor for me, save the knowledge that I would return to see you again, my dear little ember.”</em><br><br>At this Elena grinned, beaming up at him with joy and the ease of forgiveness that came only with being a child. His words made her happy and flush with delight. She wanted to be the jewel of his eye just as he was for her and to hear the affirmation made her glow. She still had her doubts, but they were no longer at the forefront of her mind. Her eyes sparkled and she pressed herself into him in an effort to press her next point. “What did you bring me?!” she exclaimed excitedly, no hint of doubt that he had NOT brought her something. She was expectant and knew him well. While she was aware she didn’t have him <em>completely</em> wrapped around her finer, she knew he was somewhat tangled there. <br><br>The brilliant sun filtered in through her stained-glass window, casting bejeweled colors of ruby red, emerald green, topaz yellow and sapphire blue on the walls. A sliver of yellow cast itself on her brilliant hair and in the most ironic image, made it appear as though she had a halo. And what was more, for a split second the woman that she would physically grow in to would flash before his eyes tantalizingly just before the eager child was back in place. Elena waited patiently for his gift she knew he had, completely unaware as to how she was affecting him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher, my Teacher! (Ravien Delapor &amp; Astira)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ravien Delapor</strong> on <strong>22-08-2014, 19:41:45</strong>
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				Saxon’s smile curled a little higher as Elena pressed herself to him more eagerly, that childish exuberance that he had missed so dearly filling her and making his skin prickle where she touched him.&nbsp; He felt a momentary spark of brilliant happiness just from being near to her, seeing her cast in the tinted sunlight cast through her window, watching that glowing smile beam up at him as she held herself familiarly close to his massive frame.&nbsp; The light burst across his own body as well, coloring his white shirt in gem-like hues and lighting his rugged features as he met her excited stare with a tempered, knowing look.<br><br>“What did I bring you?” he asked seriously, his voice betraying nothing as he brought his huge hands over hers and pulled them away from his body, just holding them firmly as he lifted a thick eyebrow.&nbsp; “I’m gone for a year, and the fifth question you can think to ask me is what I brought back for you?&nbsp; Is my safe return not enough for you?”&nbsp; He shook his head and tutted disapprovingly, flexing his grips around her hands to disguise how he used a touch of the magic he had learned (and some sleight of hand that he had practiced during his younger years) to deliver his gift to her.&nbsp; A small ring pulled seemingly from thin air wove between his fingers before slipping over one of hers, the smooth platinum band gliding over her right middle finger and settling down to her knuckle before he released her.&nbsp; The shiny band was no mere bauble; it was, in fact, the result of his year away from her, the pinnacle of his labors and the true purpose for leaving her.&nbsp; A ring, matched by one he wore more discreetly on his person, that would allow him some very…liberating freedoms with his teaching methods, and that would finally open the door to some of the long-held desires he had for her.<br><br>Still, no point in telling her all that…there would be plenty of time later.&nbsp; “A silly question,” he rumbled, continuing his façade of dismissive apathy and crossing his arms over his chest, fighting hard not to break into a smile as he caught the flash of her new ring in the sunlight.&nbsp; “What have I brought you…can you not see, little ember?&nbsp; I have already given it to you!”&nbsp; He allowed his lips to creep into a grin, and decided that a small test of the ring’s potent magic was not uncalled for.&nbsp; In theory, it would allow him a small measure of control over her actions and her mood…a theory he put to the test by leaning forward to bring himself closer to her and murmuring lowly.&nbsp; “Now, you may thank me with a kiss, my little ember…unless you do not like my present.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher, my Teacher! (Ravien Delapor &amp; Astira)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astira</strong> on <strong>22-08-2014, 20:20:29</strong>
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				For a split second, her childish grin faltered at his initial disapproval. Had there been no gap between teachings, she would’ve known right away he was teasing her, but since he’d been gone for a year her senses towards him were slightly rusty. Had she been wrong? Did he not bring a gift for her? The tiniest drop of disappointment flitted across her eyes, but then she saw his lip twitch JUST a touch and she knew he was merely jesting. Her smile returned full force. “I believe I have already shown you just how happy and glad I am that you are back safe. But let’s be practical here - you were away for a year. You OWE me recompense. I’ll take a gift, thank you.” She was teasing in return, her own voice very “matter-of-fact” and would be rather hilarious coming from a girl her age had she not actually been serious.<br><br>He seemed to consider her for a moment before announcing that her question was silly and crossing his arms and presenting her with an apathetic look. She rose her eyebrow at him, unfooled, the gesture very adult-like on her young face. She too pulled away to mimic his stance and crossed her own arms.<br><br><em>“What have I brought you…can you not see, little ember?&nbsp; I have already given it to you!”</em><br><br>Little Elena frowned and cocked her head. She paused and then strode up to him, attempting to make herself tall. “You can’t fool me! You haven’t given me anything!” She said, uncrossing her arms and poking a tiny finger into his burly chest. “Stop playing Saxon. I would very much like my-Oh!!” Elena cut herself off when something on her finger glinted in the jeweled light from her window. “Oooooh,” she breathed, mouth forming an "O" and going stock still as she pulled her arm down from his chest to stare in awe and wonder, struck by the beauty of the platinum band. It was simple, and at first glance seemed only to be a metal ring. But upon glinting in the light and deep observation, she could see the metal changed to sparkle with prismatic translucence. It was beautiful and struck her dumb for a moment.<br><br>“Saxon…it’s…it’s <em>beautiful</em>,” She looked up at him with adoring eyes, obviously not only appreciative of the gift but also clearly not having expected something so precious and seemingly rare. She saw his lips curl up in a smile and she returned it a little ashamed now, since she had been a spoiled brat just moments ago.<br><br><em>“Now, you may thank me with a kiss, my little ember…unless you do not like my present?”</em><br><br>Her eyes widened, horrified at the thought that he could possibly think she didn’t like his present. She shook her head wildly. “Oh I adore it, Saxon. It’s stunning!” and to prove her point, she launched herself in his arms, intending on giving him an innocent kiss on his cheek she had assumed he was expecting. But instead of getting his stubbled cheek, her lips somehow landed directly on <em>his</em>. Granted, it was a pucker of her lips and nothing too forbidden, but kissing on the lips was an inherently intimate thing that, in that culture, only lovers and husbands and wives did. <br><br>As if she'd been scorched, Elena pulled back faster than a striking snake and stared bug-eyed at him. She surmised he hand't moved his head, so that meant she must have done it on purpose. Instantly, her pale skin bloomed a rich pink and she lowered her face utterly mortified. "I...I'm s-sorry! I didn't mean...that is I meant to....your cheek! And...I...I don't know what ....or why I ....d-did that."<br><br>She made to wriggle out of his arms, having fully thrown herself into them enough that she'd been able to pull herself to his eye level. She was so embarrassed and burning with shame.<br><em><br>((Wasn't sure if you intended to have the ring have influence on her in the way that meant she was to kiss him full on the lips, but that's what I did. Although in terms of, like, "influence" and "mind-control-ish" aspects, i'd rather keep it at a minimum and only VERY slight. I like her to still be VERY conscious of her actions and for the influence the ring has to be so slight as to her, it really WAS her actions and not possibly anything else. make sense? Also...you disappeared! How come?? :( :(&nbsp; ))</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher, my Teacher! (Ravien Delapor &amp; Astira)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ravien Delapor</strong> on <strong>23-08-2014, 11:50:57</strong>
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				Her lips upon his confirmed that his efforts had not been in vain: the ring was already influencing her, not in such a way as could be quickly noticed, not even in a remarkably potent fashion…but just enough to make her vulnerable.&nbsp; The ring would never be strong enough to control her, since too much of its energies were focused on other abilities, but it would help to create opportunities that Saxon could take advantage of.&nbsp; Little things…trivial things…providing just the faintest magical brush to her body that tilted her lips up towards his instead of towards his cheek, for example.&nbsp; The ring had planted no thoughts in her head, nor had it acted as a puppeteer to control her motions, but instead, it had acted like an artificial conscience, a gut instinct that suggested rather than demanded.<br><br>Saxon’s lips were a touch less subtle as they returned the kiss, squeezing to hers, holding for as long as she would let him before she pulled back.&nbsp; His eyes never closed through the kiss, allowing him to catch the look of shock and horror that swept across her delicate features once realization struck her.&nbsp; It was worth her discomfort to feel that kiss, something that he had thought of often while he had been gone.&nbsp; She had only been a girl when he had left, and still, even then, he had felt inklings of desire that made his mind stray from his teachings.&nbsp; At first, he had been ashamed of these feelings; eventually, he had discovered that they were not so abhorrent, and allowed them free roam among his other dark thoughts.&nbsp; He had lost count how many times he had wondered what her lips would feel like on his own, and now, if only for the briefest of moments, he knew.&nbsp; That was more than enough to make a thin, small smile slice across his jaw, and to make his hands press warmly to her shoulders as Elena stammered and struggled through her unnecessary apology.<br><br>“Shhh, girl,” he murmured to her as he held her still, his grip too tight to escape from, his hands warm and heavy against her shoulders.&nbsp; He kept her close, barely twelve inches separating their faces, his glasses pushed far enough down his nose that he could look over their rims at her as he spoke reassuringly.&nbsp; “You’re excited…the heat of the moment got to you.&nbsp; A girl of your age is not expected to be in complete control of herself just yet.&nbsp; A lapse here or there is understandable.&nbsp; Breathe,” he commanded gently but firmly, supporting her in his grasp to keep her from retreating any further and to allow him to continue to stare at her beautiful features from up close.&nbsp; She truly was becoming beautiful; whoever her mother had been before she had passed, she must have been stunning, since Elena was clearly missing whatever twisted genes her father possessed for his own appearance.&nbsp; In a fleeting moment of madness so profound that he dismissed it immediately, he wondered which genes might be inherited should he seed her.<br><br>“Breathe,” he said again, more for his own benefit than hers as his grips on her shoulders relaxed, and then slid down her arms and sides, his long fingers curling around her back.&nbsp; “Now,” he said more confidently once his huge paws settled around her waist, “Since you seem a touch too hot under the collar for this, I shall demonstrate for you.”&nbsp; With that, he pulled her close and leaned in and down, his head tilting to plant a warm, lingering kiss on her soft cheek.&nbsp; He could taste her skin through his lips, just a faint, brief flicker of flavor that would not have even been enough for a hound to track her by.&nbsp; It was enough for Saxon to feel his mouth start to water and his blood start to rush in all the right ways and into all the right places, his legs flexing beneath his pants as his manhood prickled and swelled against his right thigh.&nbsp; The warm metal band that fit snuggly around the base of his member warmed and flared as it felt the magic of its twin start to heat up as well; the thin platinum band around Elena’s finger and the thicker ring around Saxon’s cock were linked in such a way that one tended to affect the other, to a degree, giving Saxon a second-by-second awareness of how his magic was affecting his young pupil, and feeding the girl a subconscious stream of awareness of Saxon’s location, awareness…and arousal.&nbsp; With her held in his arms, and his lips just parting from her cheek, the rings practically sang to each other.<br><br>“There,” Saxon rumbled as he pulled his head away, keeping his arms tight around her side and back.&nbsp; “Not so difficult, with a little practice.&nbsp; Now try again, my young ember, and see if you can get it right this time.&nbsp; Not that I’ll be complaining if you don’t,” he added with a lift of his brow, devious light glimmering in his dark eyes, his earthy, spicy musk becoming slightly cloying as it grew around him.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher, my Teacher! (Ravien Delapor &amp; Astira)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astira</strong> on <strong>24-08-2014, 00:30:16</strong>
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				He hushed her and instantly, Elena went quiet and still in his arms. She kept her eyes trained on the base of his neck, too embarrassed to look him in the eye. She knew he was staring at her, knew that he was trying to get her to life her gaze to meet his over his spectacles, but Elena could not. So he simply continued speaking, coaxing the embarrassment from her to assure her he was not angry. He also made some excuses for her, which she appreciated but there was an underlying disturbance that she couldn’t shake. Why had she done it? She had never felt that way at ALL about Saxon, save perhaps a schoolgirl crush. But it was no where near the complexity that warranted a full-on lips kiss!<br><br>She took deep breaths, calming herself down the best she could, still wiggling a bit as his grip on her was rather tight. He seemed to realize that and loosened it. <em> “Breathe…”</em> he continued to coax her. She nodded, the flush in her cheeks weakening but still visible. Finally, he lowered her to the ground so she was standing on her own feet before he announced that he would demonstrate. Elena cocked her pretty blonde head and frowned, curious as to why he’d demonstrate a simple cheek kiss, but she didn’t voice her thoughts. If he felt she needed to be taught something, who was she to object? He was her teacher and she did want to learn everything she could under him.<br><br>His hands curled around her at the small of her back and he pulled her slender body towards him and leaned down. She turned to give him access and waited for the kiss. Unexpectedly, she felt a surge of…of something in her belly when his lips met the soft skin of her cheek. She inhaled a little sharply, barely a gasp as he lingered there for a moment, the warmth of his mouth present even as he pulled away. The flush she’d worn turned into a full-on blush now and it was a moment before she turned to look at him.<br><br>She felt tingly and warm. Her body felt every move of the fabric of her dress on her as if she was hypersensitive to touch. It worried her and intrigued her at the same time. The sensation was completely new and foreign. As she turned to face him, the surprise would be evident on her face, her plump, rose-petal lips parted and her eyes a shade darker with what HE would recognize as curiosity and desire, but she had no clue about.<br><br>He continued to hold her small, barely curved frame as he explained the ease of it with practice, then teased her about trying again. She had never in her life been made to feel that way after a simple kiss on the cheek. It felt almost wrong; forbidden. Like a piece of dessert she rarely indulged on and wanted more of. She nodded her ascent and after a moment, with slight, careful movements that were hesitant and unsure, she raised herself on her tip-toes, barely reaching his cheek and swept her soft, delicate lips across his stubbled jaw. She too, lingered, though more instinctively then to copy what he’d done. Slowly she pulled away, staring at him wide-eyed. She was breathing a little deeper, obviously unsure of herself but still a tiny be affected by it.<br><br>A few minutes went by before she suddenly blurted out before she could think: “Saxon…what is a real kiss like? Is it really only something lovers or married folk indulge in? Why?” The words tumbled out and she blushed a brilliant shade of pink yet again, but she stood her ground, looking at him both curiously and apprehensively, as if he might think her too forward.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher, my Teacher! (Ravien Delapor &amp; Astira)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ravien Delapor</strong> on <strong>24-08-2014, 11:26:23</strong>
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				His body gradually stiffened as the bond he now shared with her allowed him to feel the tingling that tickled at her nerves and made her body heat.&nbsp; As he felt her budding excitement, his own heart began to race with hers, his breath coming shorter and his extremities prickling with eager blood that sang through his veins.&nbsp; As desire wrapped its subtle claws around her and made her feel more sensitive, his clothes felt as if they were drawing tight across his person, even though his open shirt allowed him considerable breathing room and his pants had been tailored to accommodate his burly frame and over-endowed loins.&nbsp; He could have been naked and he still would have felt a subtle, back-of-his-mind itch of constriction, the magic that tied her to him relaying its relentless signals regardless of his condition.&nbsp; The ring around her finger would always tell him where she was, whether she was asleep, awake, or hurt, and while it allowed him some insight into her true emotions, it was never so clear as when it was alerting him to her lust.&nbsp; Not that he needed the rings to tell him when she looked up at him with eyes tinted dark with insentient desire, and when he could see the discrete pulsations of her jugular vein beneath the flawless marble of her neck.<br><br>She lifted up and kissed him, and even stayed there for a long moment, and his heart nearly broke when she pulled away.&nbsp; Her lips left an invisible impression on his stubble-darkened cheek, a mark that burned once she pulled away and sent little shots of fire into his blood; it was no small wonder that he called her an ember, when she could light him like a match with just a kiss.&nbsp; She was so unsure, so clearly in need of guidance, and not for the first time, as he watched her settle back onto her feet and fidget in his arms, he quietly thanked the gods that it was his hand that would guide her, and not another’s.&nbsp; Between his legs, his half-flaccid trunk gave a slow, heated surge in agreement.<br><br>He blinked at her questions and tilted his head curiously, a soft smile cracking his lips once she finished.&nbsp; The way she looked at him…so innocent, so new to what he was showing her.&nbsp; A woman would have seen what he was doing and known for herself whether to accept or repulse him, but this girl…this gorgeous little girl had none of the experience she needed to make those decisions on her own.&nbsp; She only had him, and her trust that he would not lead her astray.&nbsp; He relished that, and reveled in it for a moment as he thought of an answer, slowly nodding his head in understanding to hide his little, momentary smirk.<br><br>“A real kiss,” he rumbled lowly, “Is not something to take lightly, although many do so heedless of its implications.&nbsp; It is something to be shared between people close to each other, united in trust and understanding and care.&nbsp; It is a sign of affection, a signal that each is comfortable with the other and desires a deeper friendship.&nbsp; That is why, traditionally, it is something to be shared between spouses or lovers, but others may experience it as well.”&nbsp; He released her waist with his left hand and brought his palm lightly to her cheek, his huge paw practically masking the side of her face as he rested his thumb on her cheekbone and curled his fingers around behind her head.&nbsp; He tilted her head slightly to the side to rest in his hand, then up to gently make her look at him, his own dark eyes blown darker with years of desire.&nbsp; His scent grew slowly around her, filling every breath with his natural spicy aroma, his musk growing richer as he began to feel her desire as well as his own.&nbsp; Tinted sunlight illuminated and colored his features and shirt, and painted the rise and fall of his hairy, buff chest in sunlit reds and blues.<br><br>“I have cared for you for a long time,” he murmured to her.&nbsp; “And I will care for you long into the future.&nbsp; If you doubt that, then I urge you to believe this.”&nbsp; With that, he brought his head down as he pulled her closer and lifted her off the floor once more, the hand on her waist sliding around to belt across her lower back, the hand on her cheek sliding deeper into her hair to hold her head steady.&nbsp; He pressed her flush to his chest as her feet dangled over the floor, completely supported in his arms as he brought his lips to hers in a deep, boundless kiss.&nbsp; His thick lips squeezed to hers and bruised them with his vigor, just holding his mouth against hers for a long count of ten before he twisted his head and opened his mouth over hers to let his powerful tongue slide out and lap forcefully over her lips.&nbsp; Saliva slicked her rose-petal lips quickly and let him slide his own lips more easily over hers, while his arms clenched and pressed her tighter to his body to keep her from wriggling loose.&nbsp; His hands squeezed tightly to her back and into her hair, his fingers digging into her wayward golden curls as his tongue dug into her lips, and as his bulging, soft member dug heatedly into her hips and thighs.&nbsp; He could feel himself starting to grow erect, slowly but surely, feeling like a log of hot, throbbing sausage was beginning to swell and grow denser and tighter as her flavor filled his mouth and her warmth seeped into his arms.<br><br>Saxon was acutely aware that if he had misjudged her, if she somehow broke the spells on his rings, his kiss would alienate her to him, and he would have wasted the last decade of his life.&nbsp; He hoped, as his upper teeth caught onto her bottom lip for a momentary nibble, that such was not the case.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher, my Teacher! (Ravien Delapor &amp; Astira)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astira</strong> on <strong>24-08-2014, 20:28:00</strong>
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				Saxon gave her a blank look, not speaking, and she immediately regretted her question, but she didn’t take it back and didn’t stutter out and apology. She didn’t want to seem weak and indecisive. Instead she shifted her weight and somewhat avoided his eyes as she silently kicked herself. Not only were those questions highly unsuitable for her to ask him, but she also felt vastly uncomfortable now as she stood there. With effort, she forced her hands to remains still instead of curl into the folds of her dress as they itched to and waited for his reprimanding.<br><br>It didn’t come.<br><br>In fact, to her surprise she saw his lips quirk into an uncharacteristic gentle smile. One he usually reserved for when she wasn’t looking (or he thought she wasn’t) or when she was younger. She tried to suppress the blush that crept up her cheeks and sort of succeeded. He explained. And with each word, she found herself hanging on like any other time he lectured her. She was like a sponge, wanting to and loving the idea of learning, knowledge, anything she could sink intellectual teeth into. Elena never had the “birds and the bees” talk with her father or any of the servants and was woefully inept with what she knew. In fact, it wouldn’t be too far from the truth to say she knew next to nothing. It just hadn’t held and interest to her and so consequently, she was much like a block of clay just sitting there and waiting to be molded and shaped by someone’s hands (unbeknownst to her, Saxon’s).<br><br>She nodded, frowning adorably in concentration as her mind made sense of what he said and took that information and stored it away. She caught her lip between her teeth and started to make the connection between her and Saxon. It wasn’t until he placed his large hand on her cheek that she looked up with wide-eyes that shone with dawning. She inhaled his scent and felt it wrap around her like a warm blanket and suddenly, she wanted him to kiss her like he was talking about. He seemed to hear her unspoken thoughts, for he said something and then leaned in, pulling her close then off the floor (she squeaked) and into his arms.<br><br>Her hands once more laid themselves flat on his chest and she had barely a moment to consider him before she sighed comfortably as his hand moved into her hair and at the back of her head before pressing her forward to meet his lips. She didn’t know to close her eyes so instead, she kept them open and watched him. She saw him close his and knew she probably should have mimicked him but she was too fascinated by the transformation in his face. His glasses bumped the ride of her pert little nose and she almost laughed but it was cut off like a kink in a hose when his large mouth slanted over hers and she felt heat and wetness blossom over her lips. To her enormous surprise, it didn’t stop there and she felt his jaw lower and open his mouth before is tongue lapped at her petals. She gasped, surprised and a little awkward. She wriggled in his arms, the feeling strange and a little gross to her …but there was something about it that made her private parts pulse. It made her whimper with both embarrassment and confusion. What was wrong? What was that feeling? It didn’t feel unpleasant, but it felt naughty…like she shouldn’t feel it. <br><br>She felt him tighten his hold the more she wriggled. Something large like a spyglass or perhaps a link of sausage dug into her hip and made her wince. She tried to push it away, hoping whatever was in his pocket would displace itself with her movements since it was jutting into her hipbone a little uncomfortably. His tongue and lips swept over hers again and her small, delicate hands curled into tiny fists, grabbing his clothes as she gasped again, then squeaked as he nibbled her bottom lip. <br><br>She didn’t abruptly pull back, fearful he’d tear her lip if she did, but when he released it, she leaned away from him, her eyes so wide that they threatened to pop out of her head. She was breathing hard, her mouth swollen and red from his attentions. She was speechless, unsure and curious. After a long movement of gathering her wits and breath, she slowly brought a hand up to finger the sides of his glasses shyly. “Was that…a real kiss? Is that what everyone does when they care for someone?” she asked in a small voice. “Is that the best way to show someone you care? If so, how come you didn’t do that more often? If you care about me…shouldn’t you do that all the time? Or are there other ways to show someone you care? Like teaching them?” She shrugged, still playing with his glasses innocently and not looking him directly in the eye bashfully.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher, my Teacher! (Ravien Delapor &amp; Astira)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ravien Delapor</strong> on <strong>26-08-2014, 05:25:20</strong>
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				The moments after their kiss ended were some of the longest of Saxon’s life, trying to breathe calmly, trying not to lean down and kiss her again as he saw her kiss-bruised lips hanging open.&nbsp; He was waiting for a rebuke, for a scream, for a curse to never see him again.&nbsp; His relief could not have been greater when instead, she reached up and began to touch his silver glasses, her soft voice alive with questions.&nbsp; And such questions…relief and enthralled adoration twisted through him as her innocent inquisitions brought all kinds of old thoughts, old needs to the surface of his mind.&nbsp; His arms relaxed a touch around her to allow her some breathing room, although he did not release her as she spoke, too happy to have her pressed to him, needing the contact, deserving it, he believed.<br><br>“Why did I not do that more often?” he asked softly.&nbsp; “Should I not do so all the time?&nbsp; My dear little ember,” he murmured as he slid his hand from her hair to slowly stroke her cheek, “This is why I grew so fond of you.&nbsp; So inquisitive, so curious…and so able to teach me, even as I teach you.”&nbsp; He could not resist, and dipped his head down to kiss her mouth again, briefly, lips pressing to hers in an embrace no less warm than his arms before he pulled back and began to carry her with him towards a chair.&nbsp; It was one that had stood in her room ever since he had first begun teaching her, after a request was made to the royal carpenter for something simple and sturdy enough for him to teach from, so that he could relax between lessons with less interruptions.&nbsp; The wide, leather-bound seat was under a dust sheet, but he was not troubled.&nbsp; He carried her towards it and, while her back was turned to it, he used a flicker of the power he had learned to pull the dust cloth off, telekinesis lifting it away to fall on the floor so that he could turn and sit familiarly into the worn chair.&nbsp; He pulled her into his lap, sitting her little round bottom just beside his engorging member, the long length brushing her backside through his pants.<br><br>“I did not kiss you before, because I was not sure that you felt for me as I felt for you,” he said gently as he slid his hands to hold her hips, keeping his touch warm and firm, stroking her sides as he brought his hands down.&nbsp; “Now that I have returned, you have my word, I shall kiss you very often, until you ask me to stop.&nbsp; Now,” he said seriously, looking over his glasses at her and smiling thinly, appearing serious but not judgmental; a perfect teacher.&nbsp; “There are many, many ways that loving people express their care for each other.&nbsp; They kiss, like we did.&nbsp; They even kiss each other in places other than their lips.&nbsp; Like here,” he said as he lifted a hand to cover her little left breast, molding his fingers to her meager curves and squeezing very lightly.&nbsp; “They also touch each other, all over their bodies, wherever each of them feel the best.&nbsp; It brings pleasure and joy to each, and allows them to grow even closer together.&nbsp; Now,” he said with a smile, “If you do like me, my little ember, I will teach you all of the ways to show it.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher, my Teacher! (Ravien Delapor &amp; Astira)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astira</strong> on <strong>26-08-2014, 05:57:37</strong>
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				He touched her cheek and Elena nuzzled&nbsp; his large, warm palm. Pleasure assaulted her senses as he admitted he was fond of her. He wasn’t one to always give her such praise, so when she received it, Elena always reveled in the words. She grinned toothily at him and nodded. He then swooped in and kissed her again and she gasped, surprised and more than a little red. Even though he said this was how people showed they cared, she couldn’t help but feel it was too adult for her, that it was naughty or taboo. She’d have to get used to it, but knew it’d take a while. <br><br>This kiss was noticeably shorter and she was glad, squirming in his hold a little as he pulled back. She bit her lightly engorged lips and brought a hand down to play with the neckline of his shirt. She could see his dark chest hair there and it felt intimate to her…like she shouldn’t see it. But the silky strands drew her attention and she began to fiddle with them as he walked them towards a chair and sat down. She listened to his explanation intently, shimmying her plump little rear on the sausge-thingy a little so she could manage a comfortable position on his lap. <br><br><em> “I did not kiss you before, because I was not sure that you felt for me as I felt for you,”</em> he began. This cause Elena to look up in surprise.<br><br>“You didn’t? Oh Saxon, I’m sorry! It’s my fault! I should have said or…or kissed you!” she exclaimed throwing her little arms around his neck as if to comfort him in a hug. “I do care for you. Lots!” He stroked her sides and she giggled, ticklish. He assured her he would kiss her often and she cocked her head a little. “Ok but….maybe not TOO often. It’s still a little, um…” she looked at her fingers playing with his black chest hair absently. She was clearly uncomfortable and embarrassed, the first signs that she wasn’t sure this was okay. “…it’s still a little weird and…wet…” she made an “icky” face before going silent. <br><br>He had become serious and she felt she should look at him, so she did. Oh, he was in teacher mode. She best sit up straight and pay attention! Dropping her hands to her lap and sitting up, she scooted back&nbsp; a little, still trying to dislodge the thing in his pocket but not wanting to say anything and interrupt him.<br><br><em>“There are many, many ways that loving people express their care for each other.&nbsp; They kiss, like we did.&nbsp; They even kiss each other in places other than their lips.&nbsp; Like here,”</em> She squeaked and nearly toppled backwards off him when he palmed her small breast then squeezed. Her eyes flew up to meet his and her mouth was open in horror. “S-Saxon! You…you shouldn’t touch me there! That’s…that’s….wr-wrong….” she paused, her face turning a little unsure. “R-right? I mean…it f-feels weird and…I don’t know if I like it…” She touched her own breast experimentally and made a face. It didn’t feel BAD…just….not right. She struggled with his words and what she felt and the little she already knew of touching herself and other people.<br><br>“A-all over their bodies?” She looked at him warily. “That sounds…embarrassing. And odd…But maybe…” she paused again, looking down at the little bump. She was uncomfortable with how big it was and pressed her hand flat against it as if to force her breast into her body. She sighed. “I want to learn but…I’m afraid.” She dropped her hands and lowered her head as if ashamed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher, my Teacher! (Ravien Delapor &amp; Astira)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ravien Delapor</strong> on <strong>26-08-2014, 06:37:53</strong>
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				“Wrong?” he asked critically, lifting his hand from her other side to push his glasses high up his nose, looking down at her with a frown and a steely stare.&nbsp; “How can it feel wrong?&nbsp; I assure you, Elena, this is one of the greatest feelings you will ever experience.&nbsp; What is wrong is that you seem so unwilling to accept it.”&nbsp; His hand on her little breast squeezed a touch tighter and he straightened in his chair, his tone turning firm as she dragged her feet.&nbsp; He had never expected her to completely agree with his methods and what he would do to her, and had practiced accordingly during his time away.<br><br>“Elena,” he said firmly, releasing her breast to hold his hand between their bodies, one finger lifted sternly.&nbsp; “You are a growing girl, soon to become a woman who will need the experience and skills of a queen to rule in her father’s stead.&nbsp; You will only gain that experience and those skills through hard work and concentration, and the lessons I have to teach you will make them easier to acquire.&nbsp; You cannot deny what I have to teach you, if you mean to rule, or you will never learn how to be a mature lady until it is far too late.”&nbsp; He had never been a teacher who bowed to her whims, and this was one of the reasons she had come to trust him.&nbsp; Her world was filled with men and women who did as she asked without question; he filled the void in her that craved unyielding rules and discipline, first as a teacher, and soon, he knew, as so much more.<br><br>“We will practice,” he promised her, his voice lowering a touch to the tone he used when he needed to be ever-so-slightly threatening.&nbsp; “Practice until all that I have to teach you comes to you as naturally as breathing.&nbsp; I will not tolerate failure, and I will not give up on you.&nbsp; I promise that I can teach you, and that soon, you will even enjoy what I have to give.&nbsp; More than that,” he said as he brought his hand back to her chest, sweeping slowly and firmly across both of her small breasts and then down over her tummy, “I will teach you how to be happy in your own body.&nbsp; Do not so carelessly scorn yourself.&nbsp; Someday, your body will become the figurehead for your people, respected and admired by all.&nbsp; How will this be, when you do not admire yourself?”&nbsp; He tutted and purposefully pressed a finger over her left nipple, not hard to find when she had a chest like a dart board.<br><br>“Calm yourself,” he ordered as he pressed at her nipple, using two fingers to massage firmly over and around it, “And concentrate on this sensation.&nbsp; It feels odd to you now, I know, but soon it will feel better.&nbsp; Breathe, and focus, and let the sensations flow through you.&nbsp; Embrace them, Elena.”&nbsp; He was firm with her, and while part of him felt the darkest happiness at touching her and feeling her so close, he truly did believe what he said, and acted with the conviction of a man utterly driven by his mission.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher, my Teacher! (Ravien Delapor &amp; Astira)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astira</strong> on <strong>26-08-2014, 06:53:11</strong>
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				He chastised her and Elena winced. He’d barely been in her room for an hour and already she had earned his reprimands. But she couldn’t help it! It was new and uncomfortable and she simply wasn’t sure. She didn’t WANT to practice. She didn’t understand why it was necessary. She voiced these concerns. “But why? What does my body have to do with anything? I’m smart, can’t I just be that?” He was relentless and shook his head, announcing that they WOULD practice. Elena made a face that showed clearly her immense displeasure.<br><br>She crossed her arms beneath her breasts and huffed. “This is stupid. Why can’t we just do literature, language, arithmetic, the usual? Kiss I like but…touching?” She visibly shuddered, then shook her head. “I don’t like that.” He told her he’d teach her to be happy with her own body and grimaced, clearly not believing him. She didn’t like her body and only gave it as much fuel as it needed for her to continue her studies. She thought it wasn’t important beyond that.<br><br>Just then, he pushed her nipple and Elena yelped, her hands going around his wrist to push him off.&nbsp; “Nooo! Saxon, stop. Can’t we do this later? I…I’m not ready!” she partly pleased, partly whined. Her words did little as he began to massage. She whimpered and squirmed and clenched her eyes shut. “Nnnngh…mmm mmm, no! I don’t like it!” she said, flushing hotly and trying to push him away. She tried to scooch off his lap and escape him, stubborn as ever. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher, my Teacher! (Ravien Delapor &amp; Astira)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ravien Delapor</strong> on <strong>26-08-2014, 19:55:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His eyes narrowed at her insolence and his lips curled in a grimace.&nbsp; He was familiar with her resistance…she had never been the most easy of pupils and had required, on more than one occasion, some of his firmest discipline.&nbsp; That had been then, though, when the extent of his power had been mortal.&nbsp; Now, though, he knew that he could twist her exactly as he needed to in order to bend her to his will.<br>“You only think it stupid because you are too young to know better,” he said icily as he as he turned her around on his lap and forced her to face him, grabbing her legs and splaying one on either side of his hips so that she was forced to straddle him.&nbsp; Even sitting on his lap, his impressive stature allowed him to look down at her, his eyes hard and unflinching as he worked.&nbsp; “So be it.&nbsp; If you are still such a child, that you will not listen to reason and the experience of others, then I shall simply have to give you experience of your own to think about.”&nbsp; With that, his hands lifted up, grabbed her dress by the black sash coiled about her waist, and yanked sideways as he let loose a burst of his power.&nbsp; Rather than catching on her body and holding to her, the dress simply phased through her flesh as if it were not even there and was flung to the floor, leaving Elena stripped naked in a heartbeat, exposed and vulnerable on Saxon’s lap.<br><br>He did not stop there, immediately reaching back down to grab his left hand around her right thigh, pinning her down with his superior strength.&nbsp; His right hand slid down as well, traveling with unerring precision into the gap between her slender legs and pressing his hard, broad palm over her tender slit before squeezing firmly.&nbsp; He did not intend for her to feel pleasant about this, even though it sent all kind of pleasure-signals racing through his body.&nbsp; Her little pussy felt almost delicate in his hand, tight and small, her flesh like porcelain tinted pink and almost as fragile.&nbsp; This did not stop him from slipping one of his thick fingers against her narrow lips and squeezing between them, resting his tip against her tight, unused entrance and twisting against it.<br><br>“There is more to be learned here,” he growled at her as he punished her, keeping her from moving and toying painfully with her flesh, “Than in books, Elena.&nbsp; Whether you like it or not, this will become an area of your studies, too, and a means of punishing you if you are insubordinate.&nbsp; Did you forget while I was away, little ember?&nbsp; Did it slip your mind, that I do not accept little girls to give me lip?”&nbsp; His eyes narrowed as his finger flexed against her slit, dragging roughly over her tight hole.&nbsp; “Shall I remind you?”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher, my Teacher! (Ravien Delapor &amp; Astira)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astira</strong> on <strong>26-08-2014, 20:18:24</strong>
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				She saw him squint at her and instantly, she knew she had it coming. It was as if he’d never gone; as if he always had been lurking at the corner of her existence with a ready lesson or disciplinarian action. With the slightest of movements, his face turned from neutral to irritated and disapproving. Elena didn’t tremble (that wasn’t her thing), instead she glared right back at him, as if daring him to lay a hand on her. He never would, she knew…not in a harsh way. Though he wasn’t beyond a little rough-handling. “I’m not THAT young!” she retorted. “I-EEP!” He spun her around just then, his bear-like hands grabbing her thin legs and yanking them apart. Blood surged to her cheeks and she gasped. “Saxon! What are you doing?!” she yelped.<br><br>Okay, maybe he was a bit more physical with her than she thought he’d been. Her glare wavered to include worry and unease. He harped on her childishness then with more force than she thought possible, he ripped her dress off of her in one clean sweep. Elena shrieked and immediately tried to cover herself (not wearing any small clothes). She shot him a partly shocked, partly angered look and tried to wiggle off of him. “STOP! Saxon, don’t-AHH!” He grabbed her small thigh in one hand, his grip sure to leave small bruises, then with the other delved between her legs.<br><br>Elena’s poor eyes nearly popped out of her head for the third time that day when his wide palm laid over her bald woman hood. There was no part of her that wasn’t red. She whimpered and squirmed, trying in vain to close her legs. A look of supreme discomfort and embarrassment disfigured her face and she placed her hands on his wrist, trying to push him away. “N-no, stooooop!” she whined, her breaths coming out in sharp gasps. “Saxon! That’s…that’s private!” She whimpered. He kept his face hard and she knew this was her punishment. This was what she got for defying him. It was unlike any sort of discipline action he’d ever taken. <br><br>Just when she thought things couldn’t get worse, he forced an impossibly thick, rough finger between the delicate petals of flesh and Elena gasped. “Nooooo! It…it hurts!” It didn’t HURT per say, but it was vastly awkward and afflictive, particularly since she was dry (not that she knew or realized that). High pitched, short wails of&nbsp; confusion left her little mouth and her eyes begged with him to stop. She shook her head at his words, not wanting to accept them. If this is what she had to do or go through….she’d rather stick to books!<br><br><em>”…Did you forget while I was away, little ember?&nbsp; Did it slip your mind, that I do not accept little girls to give me lip?”</em> A small sob left her lips as tears pricked her eyes, her little hands still attempting to push him away without any effect. She stubbornly held the tears back and tried to glare at him (but failed). “No! I…I didn’t! I wasn’t….AH!” His finger pressed a little to her tiny hole and it burned, the tip just pushing in slightly but enough to stretch her even with that. “It hurts! Saxon! Owww!” But again, it was more discomfort and the alien feeling of something down there. She was so hot, so tight...her hairless pussy bulging out even by just his hand. “Stop! Please!” she begged.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher, my Teacher! (Ravien Delapor &amp; Astira)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ravien Delapor</strong> on <strong>26-08-2014, 20:56:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her protests were genuine and reasonable, given that she had likely never been touched by another person where he was touching her, and probably didn’t touch herself there except as needed.&nbsp; As his fingertip pushed inside of her and felt the hot, tight vice of her vessel around him, he knew that he was touching flesh that she probably had never known she had.&nbsp; It was thrilling to know that he was the first to touch her, and it made his heart race knowing that in due time, he would be the first to claim her fully.&nbsp; It would take time, though…she was dry around him, which was to be expected, given that she had never experienced what he was showing her.&nbsp; Her cries of pain and discomfort simultaneously excited him, saddened him, for he did not enjoy her agony, and angered him, for she had brought upon this punishment through her own stubbornness and had no right to complain.<br><br>“Since even this seems to be too much for you,” he muttered as he twisted his finger inside of her, working more in until his fingernail disappeared into her snatch, her little, tender pussy-lips growing red from being stretched, his palm cupping her hips and grinding into her flesh, “I shall lessen your pain, but not your discomfort.”&nbsp; As he spoke, he flexed the arcane power he had gathered and made his fingertip sweat a slick, slippery film of lubricant that rapidly coated her little entrance.&nbsp; He repeated the process with his ring finger before he slipped it past her pussy and pushed it up between her narrow butt cheeks, fingering at the tight, tiny pucker between them.&nbsp; He pressed to her hole firmly and popped in after a long minute of constant pressure, penetrating both her ass and pussy before he cast his magic again.<br><br>“You will grow more used to these feelings in time,” he growled as his fingers inside her began to leak more of the filmy lube, more than enough to slick her, the warm jelly slowly sliding deeper and deeper into her vessel and spreading into her guts.&nbsp; He knew that she had not enjoyed the wetness of his kiss, and assumed that such an alien sensation of fluid creeping into her would be even more unpleasant.&nbsp; “For now, until you learn to accommodate it, this will be part of your punishment.”&nbsp; His hand on her thigh also began to sweat the filmy, greasy lube, sticking to her skin before the gel began to move of its own accord, creeping like an amoeba over her leg, sliding over her helpless form with autonomy.&nbsp; “Are you going to listen to what I have to teach you?” Saxon asked brusquely.&nbsp; “Or will this be how you and I spend the next week?”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teacher, my Teacher! (Ravien Delapor &amp; Astira)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Astira</strong> on <strong>26-08-2014, 21:46:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He was relentless. Instead of giving in and ceasing his punishment, he instead shoved his hard finger inside her further, making her yelp. It felt so strange. Something large and foreign in an area that should have been tightly closed made her squeamish. Her blonde hair fell in her face as she continually tried to push him away, but his grip was firm. “Nngh, ahhahaa, eeep…Saxooonnnn! Nooo…s-stop it!” Her voice was high pitched and girlish, childish. He stretched her open and her skin, already tight, felt like it would tear! Instinctively she tried to expel him from her private depths, her muscles clenching around him so as to force him out. <br><br>He told her he’d lessen her pain and she glanced at him, her brown furrowed both with discomfort and confusion. She looked so vulnerable, so young and naive. She shook her head, just a tad frightened of what that meant, despite putting on a brave face. Suddenly, she felt wet and gooey and she screeched, nearly reeling back in shock and horror. “Ew! Gross! What…what is that?! Ohh…” something viscous was flowing inside her and in almost seconds, the burning was replaced with squelching, suction sounds. It didn’t hurt, but if possible it was even more uncomfortable. Lewd. Squishy. And then, to her utter shame and humiliation and awe at his audacity, another finger wormed and wriggled against her puckered hole. <br><br>“ACK! SAXON!” she nearly screamed, trying to push against him and away from his wandering finger. “No! Oh Gods, that….that is….you can’t….I…I go to the bathroom through there!” She gasped, almost comically horrified at the thought of something being put IN her through that chute. “No, no, no! Aaaieeeeee!” His finger popped in and her back arched, pushing her barely-there breasts in his face. Even on his fingers, she writhed like she were on a spit, sobs and whimpers not of pain, but of disgust and awkwardness. And, yet, despite all that heat blossomed unknown to her in her belly and her cheeks, she was warm and felt she wanted something but had no idea what. It made her mewel and lean forward to collapse against his chest, sobbing dryly against him as she seemed to give up.<br><br>Breathing hard, she nodded in acquiescence to his question. It was only one nod, she was too stubborn to give him the full satisfaction of giving in, but it’s what she had. Her delicate face pressed into the crook of his neck by accident, her hot breath moistening the skin there as she breathed in and out, still squirming and making noises of discomfort.
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