~Life of a Dark Angel~ {QT}
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				Title: <strong>~Life of a Dark Angel~ {QT}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>31-10-2011, 03:31:56</strong>
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				The Battle was not suppose to be for another two days. The scouts had been saying the enemy had not yet amassed their army. But shortly after midnight battle cries rung through the silent night. Her tent and her cousins tent was close to the center of the camp so the cries of battle and death were delayed in reaching her. Hearing her cousins yelling her name she managed to shake enough sleep from her mind to start crawling out of her tent.<br><br>In front of her Kael was running toward her, yelling something she could not hear over the sounds of battle. She did not waste time in searching for the twins, if Kael was here they would be there too. As she began moving toward him a strange look crossed his face and it was enough to stop her in her tracks. She screamed as she watched him fall to his kneels, an ax in his war ax and his killer coming into view.<br><br>After all her years of battle and seeing death first hand, her instincts suddenly failed. She stood staring as the light went out of her cousins eyes. The moment the initial shock wore off she moved to avenge her cousin but never got pass the second step. Somewhere she thought she could hear Issac and Ian yelling for her too. But something impacted with her head and a falling sensation stopped her from looking for them. Vaguely she was aware for someone next to her and then her body being dragged.<br><br>((A months into captivity)) The darkness in the cell was the same as the darkness as darkness had been in her cell the day before. And the day before that. And the day before that. For as many days as she could remember now. She had tried to keep track of time but it was useless when there was no change, no light, no change in the darkness, no change in temperature, just the blank darkness.<br><br>She sat against the wall, her knees pulled to her chest, her left arm cradled against her stomach. The guards had left her shoulder dislocated and it had taken the last of her strength to use the wall as leverage and put it back in place. The pain had been unbearable and for a while she had just leaned against the wall too afraid to move. It seemed like hours had passed before she had moved so her back could rest flat against the wall.<br><br>It was just another pain, another senseless beating, another day. Fighting back had its high price, one that she was usually willing to pay. Just to know she had caused them some pain even if it was much more temporary than hers. She kept expecting them to kill her, but she was slowly learning she was not going to get off that easily. The damage was not permanent, but at the moment it served as a reminder.<br><br>Dannica slowly woke from another nightmare. She did not remember the dream but she was left with a lingering fear. There was a time she would scramble to her feet trying to fight off the images, but that time had passed. Nothing was accomplished other than running herself into the four brick walls. The nightmares had long ago began to blur a faint line in reality. She could not be sure if it was from the cold or an infection, or maybe just too much time alone in the darkness but some days she could begin to feel her mind slip.<br><br>It felt like she did years ago when she had first gone to her cousin Kael's door. He told her later that they had feared her mind had been broken and lost. That they had received word three months earlier of her parents death and no one had known what had happened to her. Other than occasional moments in her dreams she did not recall the early days at her cousins house and even rarer did she know anything from her childhood.<br><br>Years of slow progress had brought her back to nearly normal again. She knew that her kind often went insane before adulthood and that it was a miracle that her mind was able to rebuild. Her cousins was the only family she had left, they helped take care of her, helped keep her sane, helped keep her secrets. The more days that passed in this darkness the more she was beginning to realize the errison of her reasoning, her stability.<br><br>Waking one morning she had began to realize it had been too long since her last beating, that they never left her alone this many days. She best guessed by her sleep pattern that it had been at least two weeks, maybe a month had passed since the guards had last entered her cell. She was not sure if she should be thankful or fear the return.<br><br>Dannica woke to the sounds of boots just outside her door and the slow sound of keys unlocking her cell. She did not bother to get up off her bed mat, or even roll over to face the door. The light was going to be blinding and there was nothing to gain from meeting her guards at the door. The light seemed bright to her as the door finally opened and she flinched slightly trying to hide her eyes. When the footsteps did not immediately come to her she slowly turned her head uncovering her eyes slowly as not to be blinded all at once.<br><br>"Get up..... Come on......"<br><br>For a long moment she stared at the silhouette of the man barely comprehending the meaning of his words. Feeling him grab her arm and pull her to her feet the words began to sink in as he half dragged her out the door. She was half way down the hall before she started walking on her own. The remaining guards feel in behind her and only for half a second she entertained the thought of trying to get away.<br><br>The guards lead her to a large room, at least a room larger than the 5 by 5 cell she had been occupying. For a long time after the door shut she stood staring at everything before her. The windows were high set but she could see the last rays of sunshine from the day. Candles helped light the rest of the room. Slowly she moved the the desk, where a large pitcher and basin sat. After a long hesitation she finally stripped the remains of her clothes and began to wash away all the dirt and dried blood. She savored the experience having forgotten what a luxury clean water could be.<br><br>On a near by couch she found a clean set of clothes. Staring at the pile of cloth she considered putting them on or putting on her old rags. Deciding if she was to die this night she might as well take advantage of the few luxuries now being given. Pulling on the skirt and shirt she sat down to pull on a pair of knee high boots. After pacing the room for a while she finally sat down on the couch, soon falling asleep on the soft material.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Life of a Dark Angel~ {QT}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>31-10-2011, 03:32:45</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>BACKGROUND INFORMATION</strong><br><em>Four Kingdoms and Five Centuries</em><br><br>The lands of Brokk, Eglath, Valerie, and Nordhri have been at war for at least five hundred years and the end seemed to be in sight. The Nordhri had mostly returned to their home land years ago. A few small bands had stayed merely so they did not officially step out of the war. They caused minor damages to supply lines and achieved minor victories in small skirmishes, but nothing that would win the war.<br><br>With civil war Valerie had torn itself apart nearly three generations after the war had started. The crowned prince had poisoned his father and soon after being crowned king was dethroned by an outraged general. The general had tried to withdraw its troops and stay within its lands but Eglath and Brokk would not rest till complete domination. The Valerien army ran itself ragged trying to defend its borders and all in vein. Rule and land fell to the Brokk.<br><br>Three hundred years into the war and Eglath was beginning to show signs of struggling. Rumors had started that the Seven no longer stood with them. The the gods no longer showed favor to the Eglath army. Rumors were the Gods had turned their back and a lose would confirm this in the eyes of the Priest. Without the support of the Gods the Priest would leave the army. Without the Priest the men would not fight, for fear of further angering the Gods.<br><br>The testing day came and the battle raged. When night fell Eglath army was in shambles. The priest had left the camp early, knowing the Seven had left them to their fate. As with the Valerien army before, the Brokk took control of the Eglath land and people. The only thing standing in the way of the Brokk army and ruling house was the Nordhri north land.<br><br>The ruling house of the Nordhri had long perished but the spirit of the people still lived on. The army was ran by several generals who coordinated in the best interest to keep the army and people in tact. All those who were not in the army had long ago retreated further north into the harsh mountains. It was hard living but the people were survivors determined on never being blended into the Brokk culture as Eglath and Valerien.<br><br>The Nordhri Army they could not survive a one on one battle with Brokk. They knew they could not survive forever in this existence but they had to survive long enough for the soothsayers visions to come through. Within every generation a child was born with wings. Prophecy was that one of these children would lead the Nordhri people back to the throne. Many of the children never reached adulthood, either having gone insane or having been hunted down by the invading army.<br><br><br><br><strong>The Gods</strong><br>The Seven are a septune god, a single deity with the following seven aspects: Father, Warrior, Smith, Mother, Maiden, Crone and Stranger.<br><br>Believers in the Faith pray to specific aspects of the Seven for help and guidance depending on their circumstances: to the Warrior for courage and skill in battle, to the Father for justice, to the Mother for mercy, to the Smith for making whole what is broken, to the Crone for wisdom, to the Maid for innocence and pleasure in life, and to the Stranger for death. Candles are lit before the altars symbolizing each of the seven aspects, and hymns are often sung. Weddings are conducted standing between the altars of the Father and the Mother.<br><br>Adherents of the Faith use seven-pointed stars, crystal prisms, rainbows, and the number seven to represent the deity, and rites of worship heavily involve the use of light and crystals.<br>The Drowned God's domain is the sea. They believe that the Drowned God created them to rape, reave, and carve out kingdoms. The Drowned God himself is believed to have brought flame from the sea and sailed the world with fire and sword. The eternal enemy of the Drowned God is called the Storm God. A common prayer is, "What is dead can never die, but rises again, harder and stronger."<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Life of a Dark Angel~ {QT}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>31-10-2011, 03:34:44</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Dannica <br><strong>Age: </strong>22<br><br><strong>Race: </strong>Human/angel wings<br><strong>Job:</strong> Soldier in the Nohdri Army<br><br><strong>Personality: </strong>Submissive/ Switch<br><br><strong>Height:</strong> 5'7<br><strong>Hair:</strong> Black, Mid length<br><strong>Eye: </strong>Light Brown<br><br><strong>Appearance:</strong><br>(http://www.jameslyonsart.com/Dark%20Angel.jpg)<br><br>(http://www.urfunda.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/wing-tattoos-designs-22.jpg)<br><br><strong>History:</strong> When she was a child her parents were killed and she went missing for nearly two weeks. When she finally showed up again, it was at her cousins door steps with little memory of the two weeks. On the brink of insanity, it took weeks for them to starting restoring some resemblance of sanity. <br><br>When they came of her age three cousins joined the army as many of the young men of her village did. Refusing to be left behind, Dannica joined as well. The next six years were spent keeping her destiny a secret. <br><br>One night she came awake to the sound of fighting. Coming out of her tent, the camp was in chaos and fighting. The one of the last thing she remembered was watching her cousin Devon die. She could hear the twins Ian and Issac screaming her name. <br><br>Something hit her from behind and the next thing she was aware of was waking on cold stone. That cell was the only thing she knew for some time. 
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				Post by: <strong>Qt</strong> on <strong>31-10-2011, 12:06:11</strong>
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				Zesh had completely forgotten about the captives that he had he had taken. Being a commander meant he didn't have that much time on his hands while the war raged on. Things had to be prioritized and remembering where he had put his prisoners was not one of them. So Dannica was being put into the hands of the harsh guards and treated with very little respect despite the prophecy.<br><br>It was different today, Zesh had actually taken the effort to find out where she was kept after hearing a rumour that she could be the one. And while Zesh would have written such a thing off as nothing he hardly had the luxury at the moment. He had been going down slope lately, many lost battles, his rivals taking their chances to prove themselves better than him and being promoted when he thought those spots were supposed to be for him.<br><br>He had to look for alternatives, and lately he hadn't been focusing much on the fights, instead he had slowly got himself deeper and deeper into the prophecy. He was desperately in need of something and right now this girl Dannica was really catching enough of his attention that he needed to meet her.<br><br>He walked into the room where she was kept before looking about. He was an imposing man, above average height and quite muscular, his face hard and unrelenting even though his smiles still carried over a evil creepiness despite his overly serious attitude. He was dressed in a heavy coat that he took off upon entering, his light armoured shirt and pants were both brown and uninspiring.<br><br>He studied the pretty little thing, he had came in quiet enough to not wake her up as he observed her. she had been beaten quite badly by the guards, and while he didn't care so much for that especially when he didn't even know whether she really was the one, he could see that her beauty wasn't destroyed by the abuse that she had been under.<br><br>He poked her slightly before creeping up a smile. "Hello there. Dannica is it?" He said in a deep and almost rich voice. "I have come to realize that you were one of the people that were captured a while back. And while I could have left you to rot in prison like all the others I have information suggesting that you are more than you seem." He stroked her cheek, already the lust was apparent in his eyes as he looked at her. Some sources say that she was an angel, and that she had wings. He'd love to see those pretty feathered thing grow out of her already spectacular body.<br><br>"You have powers... powers to change the direction of this war. Well... that's what I heard anyway." He smiled. "If you want to stay with me instead of sending you back to rot in that prison without any sense of time or space until your body completely gives up... you better prove your worth to me." He pressed his lips on her and started to aggressively kiss her, pulling back he made a chuckle. "I like you already."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Life of a Dark Angel~ {QT}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>31-10-2011, 17:01:31</strong>
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				At the word, her eyes opened slowly. There was a time she slept so lightly, no one would have come up on her without her waking. That at the first sound, she would have been awake with a weapon in her hand. Those days were gone. Destroyed by the darkness and dungeon she had spent so much time in. Brown eyes a little dazed and unfocused. Caught somewhere between dreams, memories, and waking. She gave no visible sign that she understood the conversation. <br><br>As his lips pressed against hers, there was a moment of tension before her lips moved tentatively to return it. Eyes widening as he freed her lips. Panting softly, trying to struggle to understand what was happening. Struggling with the sudden over exposure to everything. He said he liked her already. Dannica had little doubt what that meant. <br><br>The moment of tranquility lasted one that before she moved to strike him. At one time she was a soldier, a warrior that was a rival for any male of her army, just smaller. In a first fight, she could have bruised him. That was mostly gone now. Inactivity, the lack of room had taken its toll on her body. She knew she was weakened and likely would exhaust quickly. Still fear driving her to put some distance between them. It was better to be beaten than raped. Thus far she had avoided being raped and wanted to keep it that way.<br><br>Trying to scramble off the couch she had been sleeping. Unsure where she was fleeing to. Knowing the room was likely locked. Just because it was nicer than the cell, did not mean it was freedom. <br><br>"Who are you?" Asking, a little breathless. Who seemed like a good place to start. 
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				Post by: <strong>Qt</strong> on <strong>01-11-2011, 06:24:22</strong>
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				The idea that he had broken her from her sleep, tore her from the peaceful moment that she was in after being beaten and treated like a subhuman did not occur to him. but by the looks of it nor would someone like Zesh care if it did. He wanted something from her, and he would take it even if it meant doing things to her body that made even his soldier shiver.<br><br>"For all intents and purposes, I am your master. You do not need to know my name, though I will tell you that it is Zesh. Beyond that, you will have no need for it for you will always refer to me as master." He looked at her, he had other slaves before but none of them had the unparalleled beauty that she did, he might just keep her longer than all the others, they usually broke too quickly.<br><br>"You're a pretty thing aren't you?" He said stroking her chin again. "Oh so pretty, almost like an angel..." He purposely made his words linger, wanting to see her reaction to it. Pushing her to the couch to make her sit he started to undo his trousers. "You'll make a lovely pet you know, and I will make sure you please me both in the matters of serious business and in private."<br><br>Releasing his already semi hard cock he rubbed it against her cheeks. "You may began sucking on it... if you don't want to go back to the depths of the dungeon."
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				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>01-11-2011, 07:29:41</strong>
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				Dannica turned her face away from him. Lips closed. Body tense but still beneath him. Appearing like she was going to ignore him. Having just met him, he meant nothing to her. He could demand she call him master, but it did not make it so.<br><br>"You want something from me..." Her voice soft, it was clear she hadnt used her voice much since being in the dungeon. "You wont get if you leave me rotting in the darkness much longer." <br><br>Calling his bluff. Not confirming his words, but she knew her worth. It was a gamble. Knowing he could throw her back into the dungeon until her mind was so broken and twisted. At this point it would not take much longer. Could be a matter of weeks or months. She knew she was already heading down that road. Already feeling herself slipping away, but she thought she had a little time. Hopefully. <br><br>Relenting enough to raise her hand to tentatively touch his shaft for the first time. Dannica was by no means a shy virgin. While her cousins tried to keep her sheltered, they could not stop her in all aspects of life. Having the life experiences of a soldier and surrounded by Nordhri&nbsp; men. Her body was in no shape right now, but she came from a hard people. She was well aware what he wanted, she was not quick to give it to him.&nbsp; <br><br>Body still a little bruised and sore, but she could take another beating. Pain didnt scare her. In the shape she was in, she was more likely to bow down to him quicker beneath punishment. She was not stupid or completely foolish, but he needed to realize she was not like one of these pampered woman that he was use to dealing with. <br><br>"I am not a whore...." 
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				Post by: <strong>Qt</strong> on <strong>01-11-2011, 11:43:20</strong>
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				He looked down at her. She she still have a bit of fight to put up. "I don't need you you know, I have recently gained a bit of interest in the prophecy and would like to explore it a bit with you, it doesn't matter if I send you down there for a few weeks or a few days, but I think it certainly matter for you." He was bluffing of course he needed her now and every day he put her down there was a waste for him.<br><br>He didn't need to take her now, but he needed to exert dominance on her, if she had powers like the prophecy had stated he wanted himself to control that. Feeling her hand on his cock, he smiled. "You are a whore when I say you are and you're not when I say you're not." He said firmly still rubbing it against her.<br><br>His nen had truly been ruthless to treat her like they did, her current for was quite pathetic and he would rather inflict sexual degradation than pain on her.<br><br>He pushed into her seeing a small opening in her mouth. "You know how to work a cock I'm sure, this will be your first duty under me, making me cum and pleasuring me, then we'll discuss what and who you really are... you might rally be the person I'm looking for."
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				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>06-11-2011, 08:13:15</strong>
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				As she had no idea what was going on in the kingdom or abroad, she had no reason not to believe him. He could easily send her back to the dungeons for a while. Send her back until he needed her. That could be days or months. Honestly she was probably safer there. Once she emerged once he announced his intention, rumors would fly. Rumors that could lead to both of them being assassinated. At the moment there was few risks to continuing to hide her away.<br><br>There was no doubt he knew the risk that if she was in fact what he believed, he was risking her sanity. It was long known that her kind had a fragile mind. no one knew why. Whether it was the responsibility that they carried. Or if it was the constant hiding what they were. Maybe it was the constant constraints.&nbsp; The wings and their nature making them more like a cage bird in society. Still insane as better than dead. <br><br>His enemies and many would prefer her dead. Those that profited from the war, those that enjoyed the bloodshed. Those that wanted her and the power for themselves. If they could not have her, then no one would. She was raised with a deep knowledge that she was born to die. <br><br>As he forced himself into her mouth, most of her resistant died. He was already in her mouth. There was little she could do now. Unwilling to bite him and test what he would do. For while now she had receive beating after beating from his men. She was not eager to see what kind of beating he would give her. Not yet, she had just washed away the old blood. 
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				Post by: <strong>Qt</strong> on <strong>08-11-2011, 11:19:13</strong>
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				He wouldn't have hurt her purposely even if she did bite down on him. He would have hit her out of reflex than anything else. He moaned forced her to take him in her mouth. "Suck it... I don't want you to act like a just a hole to me." He warned her before eh began to hold onto her face and thrusting his length down her throat. He didn't give her mouth room to take the initiative, but at least she could use her tongue.<br><br>"Give me a reason to keep you other than you being special to the prophecy... you going to show me those wings? I'm really looking forward to seeing them. You don't want me force them out of you do you?" He threatened her, he himself have no idea whether it could be done, but he needed some proof that she wasn't just going to be a waste of his time. He liked the warmth of her mouth already but she needed to be more than just a fuck toy for him, he's counting on her to be his ticket to power and promotions.
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				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>15-11-2011, 07:57:29</strong>
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				His demands were a little surprising to her. Eyes rolling up to look up at him. Uncertain why. Hands coming up, seeking his skin. A level of confusion going through her, uncertain. Wanting to push him away but lacking the strength or will to do so. <br><br>So off balance and confused, she wasnt able to hide her fear as he talked to her. Demanded that she prove that she was worthy. That she had a purpose. The anxiety that maybe he would really force her to expose herself and her wings. She knew there were ways. At least the priests had ways. There was no way for her to know if he had consulted the messengers from the gods to know. <br><br>Mumbling around his length, but able to do little else. Falling silent as she began to suck his length. 
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				Post by: <strong>Qt</strong> on <strong>16-11-2011, 07:26:21</strong>
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				"That's right girl." He still had serious doubts about her usefulness to him. But she looked pretty enough to be a good pet for him that he could simply just use her for his own pleasure if the worst happened. What was the worst that could happen? Him losing out on all the goodies because of his misjudgment. "You better be worth it. I don't want you to be my slut." He said in a slip of tongue. "I want you to be my salvation."<br><br>His lips wrapped around his member as she started to suck on him and he moaned. She was too light and slow so he took control. grabbing her head as he started to thrust his cock into her mouth, and down her throat. "Suck harder girl, you need to get me to cum... I want pleasure so don't tease me" <br><br>He stopped to see if she has actually caught on.
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				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>28-11-2011, 06:41:24</strong>
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				Eyes rolling up to look at him as he said he did not want her to just be his slut. About to mumble something obscene around his length. Although telling him to fuck&nbsp; himself at this point would likely prove useless. His next words caught her completely off guard. Eyes widening as the words seemed uncensored. From&nbsp; her position it was hard to tell if he said it out of genuinely desire or greed or something more. It would be something she would consider once she was free.<br><br>He finally eased his hold on her. He was looking down at her expectantly. Slowly she gave a slight nod and eased back, easing him just out of her mouth. His tips still against her lips.<br><br>"Let me go and get off of me, then..." It was not said as a demand. Whispering the warm breath of her words running up the length of his shaft. Looking up at him expectantly. Seeing if he would relent a little or if he would not budge and force her to continue trapped beneath him.<br><br>There did not seem to be any deception in her body language. A slight but guarded curiosity on her face. Relaxed, she was obviously not prepared to run or struggle. 
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				Post by: <strong>Qt</strong> on <strong>01-12-2011, 12:22:25</strong>
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				He expected her to yield to his request, not another resistance that would earn her even more bad points in his book. She herself being completely at her mercy meant it was something very unwise to do. The girl though, seemed to have a mind of her own. "What is this now? You're saying that if I let you go you'll give me pleasure? Or are you simply making a demand to me?"<br><br>He thrusted his cock back into her. "I didn't remember giving you permission to stop what you were doing." He said sensing she didn't have much of an intention to take him back in willingly. "So this is how it is going to go. I'll stop forcing myself onto you. but only if you meet my standard and provide me with the sexual and emotional needs." He said with a smile, this was going to make things harder for her, since he had not said he wouldn't just take her anyway, he was saying that he would agree to let her be the judge on what she wanted to do.<br><br>He then pulled his member out of her. "So let me see... what are you going to do?"
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				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>30-12-2011, 09:22:24</strong>
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				The terror and fear that had lead to her fight and struggle earlier seemed to be mostly calmed. Blinking her eyes slowly closed in defeat at his denial. Not that she really blamed him. Her fight and struggle in the beginning no doubt did not inspire confidence or trust. To ease the sting of the rejection she concentrated on reminding herself that he could have probably beat her or made it worse. <br><br>The strength and bravado that she had mustered deflated as she simply fell back against the back of the couch. Silently working his shaft between her lips. She was no doubt out of practice, but overall she knew what she was doing and seemed to turn her mind to making him cum. Easily using her mouth and tongue, and even a little tentatively her throat. <br><br>At some point, she felt him pull back. Her lips remained parted. Not yet tasting the salty drops of his seed. Assuming he was going to on her tongue. Some men preferred the throat, others the tongue. Sometimes it didnt matter as long as it happened. Her first encounter with him and she had no idea. <br><br>At his words, her eyes opened slowly. Brown eyes looking up at him. They were a little unfocused. For a moment it was not clear if she understood what he said. Nodding slightly. Her features remained a little confused, not showing the hope or expectation that she had minutes ago during her request for a little control. The little control that he now seemed to be giving her. <br><br>He remained standing above her, not seeming to give an inch or the room she had asked for earlier. Assuming nothing had changed. Her back did not come off the couch, she barely made any attempts to move or stretch. Maybe not trusting that he would allow her. Quietly taking his length back in her mouth. She did not appear enthusiastic, but she was giving him more effort than when he was simply face fucking her minutes ago. At least seemingly genuinely interested in him cuming.
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