The Escort ((The Gothic Raven & Changingsaint))
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				Title: <strong>The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>29-10-2015, 02:05:45</strong>
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				The sky was devoid of its stars that night due to the bright lights of the shining city. The noise of the city around was overwhelmingly loud at times, but when you had so many people packed into even a large city could be rather intense. There were plenty of people around as Sierra walked down the street towards the address she had on her phone. Unlike so many other escorts Sierra was a high class and rather popular because she had the elegance of someone who wasn't an escort. <br><br>She had long flowing wavy lavender hair and bright sparkling green eyes that were filled with an intense sort of intelligence in her eyes. It was clear that she seemed to be paid at least enough to maintain such good taste in clothing and maintain the stunning beauty that she already naturally had. But, the other secret that was part of Sierra's success was that she isn't just a human, but also a nymph. The high amount of sexuality that pumped through her at times was enough to intoxicate most men. Her stamina was off the charts and she often was still ready to go when she had worn out her clients. They were all part of what made men want her. <br><br>This particular client was new, though. And he had sounded incredibly sexy over the phone, but Sierra had met men with sexy voices who could make her cream over the phone and then she would be barely attracted to them in person. She didn't much care if he was sexy or not since she serviced clients who weren't all that sexy too. But, it made more enjoyable when they were attractive. <br><br>None of her outfit and most of her body was hidden beneath the coat she wore. The sash was tight around her small narrow waistline and hinted at the buxom curvy hips beneath, but showed nothing beneath. She approached his house and sighed as she was about to begin another night of work. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>29-10-2015, 11:31:29</strong>
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				For Lucas, times to truly relax and enjoy life were a rarity until lately. Most of his life he had been groomed, either to succeed his parents estate, taught his profession, or dealing with climbing a social ladder that he had a disdain for. No matter what way Lucas wanted to put it, he was a killer. His job was to kill others, and over the years he had gotten good at it in a way that few could. In a world of magic and technology, being able to defend your secrets... Or eliminate a rival discreetly meant that there was always a job for one like him, and he enjoyed it. The thrill of a fight, the rush of a battle, all but placing his life on the edge of a razor meant that he was always living life to the fullest, in his opinion.<br><br>With one contract done and realizing he had actual freedom for some time... He desired to celebrate, enjoy the idle time and do something he knew he’d enjoy. A friend had told him of an escort service – one of the best even. Lucas had money to throw around, and as a man who enjoyed life, he had a liking for the more carnal matters. Even better, there was a rare jewel in the escort service, a Nymph. Nymphs were rare, and to be graced by their presence was an experience few men and women could ever enjoy. On the phone, Sierra sounded radiant, a voice that already made the assassin desire her even more. It was simple to get her attention, to have her come and actually see him in person, to spend time together. If there were no issues, then a more elaborate contract could be worked out between the two.<br><br>That night, Lucas waited in the comfort of his estate, his family owned many and he was given one to live in, though it was not as grand as the likes that his parents lived in personally. Dinner was being prepared for the two thanks to the aid of servants who worked for him, and when Sierra arrived, one of the servants allowed her in, showing her through the gardens. The building was on the edge of the city, close to the woodlands that the city overlooked, and much of the natural beauty from the forest was reflected in the gardens. Lush greenery and foliage was abound, intermittently broken by a zen garden and natural looking fountains. Upon being alerted that his guest had arrived, Lucas stood, a hand running through his pitch dark hair. He had dressed casually for the evening, a gray suit that had the jacket unbuttoned, a softer white shirt underneath that did little to hide broad shoulders and a well built chest. Lean and tall, he had an ideal warriors physique, his blue eyes lit with pride. Deciding to meet her outside he opened the door, soon striding out, looking her over with a small smile. “Sierra, i’m Lucas. It’s more than a pleasure to finally meet you, I hope your trip here was not difficult.” His tone was amiable, though the confidence in them was as strong as ever.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>30-10-2015, 01:08:14</strong>
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				Sierra was almost impressed by this man's, Lucas', house. It was a work of art with the beautiful architect design and she enjoyed the lovely scent that lifted from the plants to meet her nose. She was standing in front of the door for only a matter of moments before it was opened up and she walked inside at the urging of one of the polite servants. Her heels were light, but even then they made small noises as they clipped lightly on the floor as she walked. The house seemed to be incredibly large, but it was still within the range of reason. His house was far enough from the city that she got the much needed break she had been hoping for. <br><br>Her bright green eyes were taking everything in as she followed the servant out to a garden and she would not lie; it took her breath away. The light breeze felt good as it ran through her hair. She looked as though she fit into this atmosphere with lavender hair and sparkling intelligent green eyes. Her pale luminescent skin looked smooth and entirely soft. The coat she wore hid everything she had on underneath and Sierra did this for a reason since she was an escort and worked her hardest to give her clients what they wanted. Her eyes came across Lucas and she found herself pleasantly surprised that he was a very ruggedly handsome man. With those blue eyes clashing with his dark hair he looked like some kind of dark angel come from the skies to tempt young woman. He was in amazing shape and though his shirt attempted to cover his muscular physique it did nothing to really hide it. <strong>"Good evening, Lucas. Its very nice to meet you. My trip here was not at all difficult, and even if it was? I think it would be well worth it since I found that my client for the evening is amazingly handsome."</strong> Sierra purred with no small amount of charm. <br><br>She move gracefully as she walked over to him and ran a hand down his arm. <strong>"Very strong, aren't you?"</strong> She confirmed. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>30-10-2015, 02:56:02</strong>
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				While it was a well maintained estate, Lucas had a distaste for the lavish opulence other wealthy families had, preferring a simpler and more natural elegance to his home and that was reflected in the open gardens and view of the lush woodlands not far from the estate. Servants bid her a soft smile before moving on to their own tasks, content to not interfere with their bosses guest. She did not need to wait long as Lucas approached, speaking to her and giving a nod in her direction. “It’s a pleasure to meet you face to face, I have been excited since we talked, I admit. So it’s good that we’re both surprised by one anothers company, don’t you think?” Her voice hummed with a sweet tone, and one that Lucas found himself quite attracted to. Leaning in against her touch, “I’d like to believe I am...” His other arm moved to hold her hand between his arm and her fingers, smiling. “That’s not an issue I hope.” Of course, he figured it wouldn’t be... <br><br>“Still, if you would like, we can go inside and enjoy dinner... Or, we can eat it out here, there are quite a few tables set up in the garden for dining, and it is a lovely night. This is an evening for us to learn more about one another, as I do think it would be poignant to do that before we make any serious contract. And even If things go bad, well, it will be a lovely dinner still. Will you join me then?” Lucas’ eyes shone with eager excitement, his hand offered to hers as he rose a little more, standing to his full height. “It should not be long before it’s ready, but I do think it is enough time for us to get comfortable around one another.” His hops were already high for her, as she was rather graceful from the initial meeting.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>02-11-2015, 05:18:38</strong>
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				It was indeed a delight that they were both pleasantly surprised, but at the same time she was a little unnerved by being so surprised and grateful by it. Sometimes those feelings were the most dangerous of all compared to uncaring indifference. She would need to be careful around this man and that was going to be difficult to handle. A jolt of arousal shot through her as he grasped her hand gently and it was enough to slightly tug at her. She easily slipped her hand from his and walked a little further into the garden with wide fascinated eyes. <br><br><strong>"There's really no need to get to know each other, but if you desire that then I will happily oblige."</strong> She assured him, smiling widely as she walked towards him again and shrugged slightly. <strong>"I would enjoy eating out here because it is a beautiful night."</strong> Her eyes sparkled even in the dark of the night and brightened her entire face as she looked at him. Her hands safely tucked themselves into her pockets to prevent anymore contact that might make her want more intimacy than she had a right to.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>02-11-2015, 05:26:40</strong>
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				Things were better with a connection to him, so while she hesitated, he was the opposite as he moved further into the garden with her, giving a simple nod. “You’re right in that there’s no need... But, I did hire an escort, should I have desired something more direct I would have gone to a brothel. Just consider it humoring me.” he spoke with a smile, heading further within the garden, soon moving for a table that had been set up near a fountain that looked so natural it may as well could be something that was built around, rather than made by hand. “It is lovely, and it’s even better with company.” Gentleman enough to at least pull out her seat, he soon moved for his own, sitting down. “Can I offer you a drink? Wine or liquor? It should not take long for dinner to be finished, so I think at least getting to know one another over such would be for the best.” Remaining confident, he was more than happy to see where things would go, the shade of the night sky and trees giving the area a more twilight look about its beauty.
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				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>02-11-2015, 05:52:02</strong>
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				Sierra had no way to deny him simply because he was paying for her company and for her services. She sat down as he pulled out the seat for her to sit in. The seat of the car felt cold against her skin as she sat down and sent a shiver through her body since she was only wearing a small coat over her naughty outfit beneath. <strong>"I'd love a glass of wine if it isn't too much to ask."</strong> She replied. Her gaze was drawn to the fountain and the soothing sound of the way that the water was falling. Sierra leaned back into her seat and crossed one leg over the other. The movement drew up her coat along her thick toned thighs and she looked absolutely unconcerned with the way it was riding up her thighs. <strong>"So what is for desert?"</strong> She curiously asked, tilting her head to the side.
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				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>02-11-2015, 06:06:07</strong>
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				Lucas was comfortable, watching as she sat, a servant soon approaching. Speaking briefly to the man, he was soon off to the kitchen, only to come back with a bottle of red wine, the heady crimson drink being poured into a glass for each. “Hopefully to your taste, I keep some vintage in stock. Aaand...” Another pair of servants came out, soon arranging the table with food, well cooked game hen, salad, all manner of food just for the two of them. While his eyes briefly trailed over her figure, lingering against her thigh he then smiled at her question. “Well, I suppose dessert will be much less fancy. Strawberries and chocolate, along with some macaroons that have been freshly made. But as for the second helping of dessert...” his tone trailed off, a more dangerous look on his face as his tone came out in a slightly darker growl. “I think we both know what that is, don’t we?”
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				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>02-11-2015, 18:03:08</strong>
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				Sierra couldn't resist being impressed by his suave charm that she was certain he must have practiced repeatedly and also assuredly made more than a few women's knee's weak. She felt her plump soft looking lips tilt at the corners and she felt her smile more than consciously smiling. <strong>"Something tells me I won't be disappointed."</strong> She teasingly assured him as she picked up the glass of rich scented red wine. Sierra took a small sip of the wine and hummed an approving sound in her throat at the taste. <br><br><strong>"Mmm, I was right; very good wine."</strong> As soon as she finished her sentence they were bringing out food that smelled delicious. Most of her food source was sexual energy like a succubus, but she didn't drain her partners for it and she could still indulge in human food. <strong>"Smells amazing.."</strong> She murmured, feeling her stomach twist in hunger a little. One eyebrow rose as he growled those teasing sultry words at her and Sierra couldn't resist a small smirk in response. <strong>"It's what I'm here for."</strong> 
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				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>02-11-2015, 20:07:35</strong>
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				“Well, I hope you won’t be.” Sipping the wine, questions raced through his mind, though rather than ask them all at once he’d see where the evening took them. “I’m glad, i’d hate to disappoint you this early, it could end what should be a rather fun evening...” he trailed off, beginning to eat his food and giving a small smile at her approval. “But I am glad we’re in agreement. Perhaps you can call me a sap but I do think it’s much more interesting if we know at least a little about the other beforehand.” Not too much though – not every surprise. As time passed and the meal was closer to being finished he leaned back, eyes on her. He had hired her for a few nights at the lest and yet, if they were to connect, he would want her for longer, certainly a hefty price but one that he could easily pay. “Would you prefer to remain out here? Or, would you prefer to have our dessert somewhere more private? If so,I think we can start making our way there whenever you’re ready, as I am rather eager to see just what’s under that coat of yours.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>02-11-2015, 21:09:36</strong>
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				Dinner continued without any issues. She was enjoying the meal and entirely enjoying his company. Everything was delicious and she loved the food which she had to give him credit for his taste. As she finished her food, she leaned back in her seat and smirked almost deviously at him. She sipped her wine which was mostly finished by that point and she finished it off before setting the glass aside. <br><br><strong>"I think that I could be tempted to more private areas.. With enough persuasion."</strong> She murmured, her voice growing husky to near a purr as she uncrossed her long thick legs to stand. Sierra slowly began untying her coat and let it come apart though she kept it on with the center of her body being exposed. She wore a fuschia and black colored chemise that was fairly transparent. The center of it was scrunched up teasingly along the center and her neckline was a very low V style that left the top of her breasts bare to his gaze. Her thick thighs had on thigh high stockings and she wore thick platform high heels that finished off the look with a rather sensual edge. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>02-11-2015, 21:18:12</strong>
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				“Persuasion, is it?” Laughing somewhat, he soon rose, listening to her near purred voice as he kept a swagger to his steps. Humming out as he watched the coat beginning to slowly become undone, his lips turned to an approving smile, the man moving closer for her as she exposed herself, a hand reaching for her hip as he was rather shameless about it. “My my, just what could I do to persuade such a lovely woman? Aside of course, from a boast about how I could possibly be the best client you’ve had in quite some time, if ever.” A rather bold statement to give to a nymph but one he intended to back up rather fully. “But you do look spectacularly sexy then, maybe we should just skip dessert and get into some proper fun then, Sierra.” his hand held her close, fingers spread against her supple body as he had no worry in moving too fast, she was a woman of passion just like him afterall. A few servants would turn their heads to look, but that hardly mattered to Lucas at that point.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>08-11-2015, 14:17:29</strong>
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				His swagger was sexy and made her want to know the man who could provide such a sexy confident walk. He exuded that confidence as if he knew he was sexy and handsome with the pick of any woman he wanted. Most women in her profession wouldn't understand why a sexy man like himself would even want to hire a woman, but Sierra could imagine the reasons why. She could imagine a great deal of women would take him for a ride because of his money and perhaps grow too attached after just seeing him. With her? She would give him the pleasure and passion he sought after because she was a professional getting paid for the service her body would provide him; in more than one way. <br><br><strong>"Now, now, boasting is such a let down. After all, too many clients of mine have professed the very same thing, and still not left me satisfied. But, it is your pleasure I'm here for.."</strong> She purred, her throaty low voice sounding even more sensual from the way she purred her words at him. She was able to let the words slide off of her tongue and past her lips only because she was truly a creature of that pleasure she provided. <br><br>Both of Sierra's hands brushed off her coat until it pooled in a pile of fabric around her feet. <strong>"Is that what you want? To skip dessert.."</strong> She whispered, her sultry looking eyes growing heavy lidded with the desire even she was feeling. Her left hand drew up along his chest and ran her slender fingers with practiced skill over his chest. Her fingers teased over the collar of his button up shirt and slowly drew back down along the center as she expertly unbuttoned the first two. 
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				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>09-11-2015, 06:42:08</strong>
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				“Nothing wrong with confidence, Sierra.” The man spoke, turning back to her with a light grin. “Of course, I wouldn’t boast if I knew I couldn’t back it up. Should I fail of course, you will get paid for your contract and that will be that.” But even his tone noted that well, he thought highly of himself and it showed with every step. He was the mater of his domain, and if the owner of the house could not exude confidence then he was not a good man, or so Lucas thought. But still, a lack of cocky self assurance was not a way to describe the assassin.<br><br>Hearing the coat being shucked off of her and hitting the floor, his eyes looked at hers, a wider smile forming on his lips. “Well, well, I suppose if that's what you think I want... I could be persuaded. Rather easily, truth be told." The wind was slightly cool that night, his clothed briefly swept by them as he approached her, eyes trailing over every detail of her. Every inch of exposed skin, the way that her clothes clung to her curvy frame. he approved of course, his eyes hinting at that as they shone for a moment. "Though, is it truly skipping dessert, or just getting to the good part of it?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>09-11-2015, 07:04:13</strong>
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				A chuckle left her lips as she ran her hand down across his chest and along the fabric of his shirt. <strong>"Wasn't it you who is supposed to be convincing me?"</strong> She teasingly replied, tilting her head curiously as she found her hand lifting up to his face and running her fingers along the seam of his lips. <strong>"Or can't you even do that much?"</strong> Sierra playfully taunted him, rubbing the pad of her thumb over his lips before she began to brush past him. It was clear from the way she sauntered back into the house that she hardly cared about the servants around them who were watching them. She had a fairly good feeling that he was likely used to seeing beautiful exotic women in that house. <br><br>Her long lavender hair trailed along the slender bottom of her back and the lingerie left her ass slightly exposed as she walked away from him. <strong>"I was certainly hoping to get to the better part of desert.."</strong> She tossed back at him, glancing over one elegantly slender curved shoulder as her green eyes glinted with devious intent. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>02-12-2015, 02:55:13</strong>
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				“I don’t need to convince someone when they’re already interested, seems like a waste of time, no?” he asked, his tone teasing, more good natured as his hand moved for her waist, veritable cupping part of it as his hand rest against her frame. Holding her closely, he soon let her move before following alongside her, uncaring to the servants who gave brief glances in their direction. While she wasn’t wrong, he was also barely concerned considering he was their boss, and knew they’d work for him after a moment or two of looking. “Well then, I think we may as well head to the master bedroom, hrm? I’ll take the lead from here.” His movement was a confident saunter past her, his hand firmly cupping her nearly bare ass, fingers spreading against it for a moment before he began to ascend the stairs, his hand leaving her body. The second floor had a hall in both directions, both lined with rows of rooms. “This way then.” A few more servants would look, even openly gawking at Sierra before their employer simply glanced back at them, a brow raised. He didn’t need to raise his voice to gt his workers back to their tasks, as he was a man who was known for being strict when necessary.<br><br>The room he led her to was at the end of one of the halls, and by the looks of it the room itself was much larger than any of the spare rooms inside the estate. The room itself could have been an apartment for two in size, furnished in fine cherrywood furniture, combining with the lighting to give the room a warm feel and look. A bed nearly fit for a harem if he wanted, rich silk bedding and sheets, alongside a window overlooking the courtyard and woods outside. There were a few doors, presumably leading to a closet and a bathroom -&nbsp; though both were shut. It had every type of furnishing one may need, and it was clear that despite the simplicity of the room, it was lavish enough for his tastes. “I think this is better then, isn’t it?” He asked, soon turning to her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>06-12-2015, 00:06:23</strong>
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				This man's hands felt incredible on her body and it was enough to make Sierra nearly forget that this was a job and he was a client. <strong>"Well, you are paying me for my services tonight... It just helps a great deal that you're sexy too,"</strong> Sierra purred. Her skin was incredibly warm to the touch as his hand cupped her bottom and Sierra's lips parted on a sultry little moan of shameless pleasure. Sierra was quite used to being gawked at since she was a stunning female. Her bright green-gray eyes looked just a touch heavier than before due to the arousal pulsing through her sweet body. And, those heavy lidded eyes took in the beautiful interior of his home. The glances that his servants sent her were for the most part ignored. <br><br>As he cupped his hand over her ass, Sierra's feet faltered for a moment due to the nature of her body's response to him. <strong>"Fuck, your hand feels so good on my skin... especially my ass.."</strong> She confessed, leaning closer to his side enough to brush her body against his. Sierra was becoming too focused on her client than the decor of this beautiful house. She was too busy staring at him with lust in her eyes as she let him lead her to his room. <br><br>The room itself was large and so decadently lavish in its design that Sierra wondered if he wasn't some sort of King. She was pleased by the design and even more pleased by the look of that large bed which she sauntered over to with her hips swinging from side to side more than before. <strong>"I think that this is perfect for the night ahead.."</strong> She agreed, turning around to look at him. Sierra's left hip cocked to the side which only pronounced her slender waist and curvy hips. Her fingers drew down the center of her lingerie and she began to slowly pull it off. A moan left her parted lips again as she let the lace slide over her skin and the feeling of the fabric made her nipples harden into two succulent looking tips begging for attention. <strong>"Are you going to come here and get what you want?"</strong> She teased. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>06-12-2015, 06:20:44</strong>
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				“Well then, if you think i’m so damn sexy, it’s going to be a very fun night.” Oh yes, the feeling of pleasure when he groped her ass was mutual, hand firmly against it as he felt her warmth and her skin against his fingers. He couldn’t help but leave out a little growl, his eyes locking against hers when she looked with a more sultry gaze. “Good, that feels exactly where my hand should be then, it fits perfectly.” His tone was that of confidence, and Gabriel all but hinted that her body was perfectly molded for his, which he saw as true. The servants continued to stare until Gabriel turned to a more serious look, causing the more skittish ones to focus quickly on their task again. Privacy in their room was appreciated, since that meant he could enjoy her all to himself for the night, something he looked forward to. “If you think it’s perfect, we may as well get ready, hrm?” When her figure was more pronounced and curved, his hand moved for his belt, slowly undoing the buckle and sliding it off, letting it drop to the floor when it was fully unlooped from him. <br><br>Letting it clatter just a bit, his hands then moved for his shirt, taking it off as he casually undid the buttons, shucking it off and baring his toned, muscularly fit chest. It was clear that he did more than just worked out, his body trained for a much different purpose. As he approached her, his hand moved for her shoulder, gripping her faintly and pressing her against the bed. “Of course I am, but first... I must admit, I always have been curious about what a nymphs cunt tastes like...” his hand moved from her shoulder, nails slowly teasing and raking against her skin as he hummed out in pleasure, slight force being increasingly plied against her to have her laying on the bed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>06-12-2015, 06:45:38</strong>
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				Sierra could see why so many women might want this damn sexy man. The way his eyes looked down into hers and the raw hunger she saw in those eyes was rather intense. She couldn't imagine that he had any issues attracting women and she could easily see herself falling into those deep blue eyes that stared at her as he pressed her back onto the bed. Her head tilted up as she drew her elbows back to rest on them as she looked up at Gabriel while he removed his belt and shirt. Sierra's slender brows drew upwards as she watched with a bit of pleasant shock while he revealed the sexy firmness of his torso. His muscles were well defined and his skin was smooth along each of his rippling muscles. She wanted to run her fingers over his smooth hot skin so badly. <br><br>Her focus was interrupted when he ran his nails slowly against her skin in a way that had Sierra arching upwards without warning. It was a slow upwards curve of her body against the air as she moaned. Her eyes were clouded over as she thrust her body up just a few inches as if begging him for the attention that he was threatening to use with his tongue. <strong>"So... what.. are you waiting for?... taste me..."</strong> She invited, and parted her thick thighs until her thong was barely covering the smoothness that was her sweet pussy. Her juices were so clearly dripping out of her impossibly tight hole and making the fabric of her thong rather soaked already. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>06-12-2015, 07:19:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				While his nails raked softly against her, he would press her against the bed, feeling her hips arching up just a bit, as if in eager preparation. Of course he didn’t mind, he wanted to pleasure her, he wanted to show that he could have a nymph begging for more instead of the other way around.. The invitation was one eagerly accepted as his hands moved for her thighs to part them, and one shifted her thong to the side to expose her drenched slit for him. Giving out a slight hum of pleasure when he saw how ready she was, the man wasted no time, lips pressed against her clit as if giving it a soft kiss. His tongue then dragged against it and down the lips of Sierra’s cunt, his heated breath whispering against her skin as he did so. One hand braced her right rhight, keeping it spread so he’d have room, and the other would tend to her clit as his tongue was used elsewhere. Fingers softly stroked against it, working in tandem alongside his mouth.&nbsp; The hand upon her thigh squeezed firmly, bracing himself as he pressed deeper, softer licks becoming more firm and heated, wanting to truly have her basking in the pleasure of it all.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>06-12-2015, 21:27:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As a nymph, she was prone to be highly sensitive to sensual caresses and even more so considering that she lived off of sexual energies. Not quite like a succubus might, but definitely similar. Most of her clients were not the types to want to pleasure her first if at all. She was certainly accustomed to being the one to bring them pleasure. Gabriel was different and that was clear as he pressed apart her thick thighs to fully expose the delicate pink of her sexy little pussy. It had been a long time since anyone had been so delicate and gentle with her that her thighs spread further apart as she arched upwards. Her lingerie outfit was framing her body sexily as the fabric continued to brush along the sides of her breasts which were being jostled with each movement of her body. Her nipples were straining against the air and the one detail that had gone unnoticed before was the small silver barbells through her hard nipples. She was good at hiding these things since most clients didn't always like them, but Gabriel was pushing her past her ability to focus on her magic. Slowly, as if materializing all by itself, her clit ring came into view as well and each time his finger brushed over her clit it made Sierra cry out in a breathless fashion as her taut stomach would clench in response to such delightful pleasure. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>21-12-2015, 11:08:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He’d been with sensitive women before, he had gotten them to peak with pleasure and scream his name... But she was something else, something that surprised him entirely. He felt the way her body shook with his movement, his tongue running against her clit and the ring that pierced it, feeling the metal against his tongue. This only excited him more of course, alongside the way her breath cried out in a soundless way, her body shuddering against the bed and clenching closer to him. Gabriel wanted to get her off, make her feel like few other men would care to make her feel! His hands held on to her thighs, a soft but firm squeeze encouraging her to relent even more to him while his nails raked against her veritably flawless skin. Oh yes, a nymph in his bed? Most dreamed for just such an occasion but here he was living it out, tasting her against his lips and tongue as he breathed out in shallow motions, making sure to keep his massaging and warm tongue constantly against her sensitive lips, wanting nothing more than to take in every last drop of her pleasure and make it into his own!
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>01-01-2016, 08:05:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				There was little choice for Sierra in the situation. She was here for his pleasure, and yet he seemed very intent on her pleasure. It was a refreshing change as his tongue ran along the metal ring in her clit. Each little flick of his tongue against her throbbing clit had Sierra's body arching upwards with her breasts jumping vulgarly and sexily into the air. Her juices heavily glistened along her folds which appeared so eagerly ready to take his kind of pleasurable torture. Sierra obediently parted her thick thighs for him to allow him all the access he desired even as though same thighs trembled uncontrollably. <br><br>Her toes were quickly starting to curl and there was no way to keep the incoming orgasm from happening. Sierra knew that from the way her stomach was clenching and tensing beneath her soft skin. She couldn't control what she was normally so in control of and little soft breathless moans tumbled free from her parted lips.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>02-01-2016, 06:20:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He was intent on her pleasure – he wanted her to feel good, and that meant it would be better for him. Feeling the little bit of metal surrounding her sensitive spot, he lavished her with attention while his tongue continued to run against her cunt and dragged over her clit, followed by his heated breath as he breathed in and&nbsp; out between her legs. When her body tensed and arched, his hands held her tight to ensure she did not squirm above him that much... Though he still rather eagerly enjoyed it when her thighs parted enough to allow him all the access he needed. Steadying those trembling legs with firm, strong hands and clasped fingers, he had the faintest sense of her getting closer, from the way her breathing hitched and her moans only intensified. Urging her to climax without using words, he instead continued to press his tongue against her slit, one hand parting from her thigh to rapidly rub and thrust his fingers into her slit, fucking her with a pair of fingers against the best, his motions only getting more frenetic and intense as she got closer!
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>02-01-2016, 06:30:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sierra moved her feet and dragged them down along the surface of the bed trying to steady her trembling thighs. She was unused to being brought so quickly to orgasm, but it appeared like this client of hers knew exactly what he was doing. Each flick and twist of his tongue against her pierced clit made Sierra shiver in response. The long wavy locks of her lavender hair twisted against his bed as she tossed her head back, and thrust her breasts out into the air even still firmly encased in the enticing lingerie she wore. <br><br><strong>"Ohhhh gods.... you are ... going to make... me cum...!"</strong> She gasped out, the words broken up by the hitches in her breathing. It felt like pure electricity was running through her body as she literally jolted in tiny little motions that had her clit rubbing <em>more</em> against his tongue. The added benefit of his fingers which slid with much ease into her soaking wet hole was enough to have Sierra screaming huskily and the sound was of heightened intense pleasure which no doubt every one within his home could hear the sweet sounds of the nymph in his bedroom. Her hands were gripping the headboard of his bed and practically trying to tug herself away from his pleasuring tongue and fingers which had two orgasms slamming into her body one after the next. More and more of her juices came out of her tight little hole which clenched and tugged at his fingers. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>02-01-2016, 06:42:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The sheets of the bed were silky and extravagant, both against bare skin and through sheer stocking. Just the fact that he had a Nymph all to himself for tonight... And possibly even longer just made him all the more desiring to bring such a lovely vixen to a peak of pleasure, to have her trembling and barely able to stand thanks to him! But with her hair twisting against the bed and her body partially resting against it he felt closer and closer to feeling that goal first hand. “Mmm...” he gave no reply to her gasped out words, her cries of pleasure. Why would he, when his tongue could simply roll against her cunt, his thumb grinding back against her clit when he wasn’t tormenting it with heated and soft licks of pleasure? The thick headboard of the bed made for an easy grip, and when she tugged away his hand on her thigh gripped her harsher as if to keep her locked down against his wanton tongue.He craved getting her to orgasm almost as much as her body craved that physical release... And when he gave it to her, there was pleasure on both sides. His tongue lapped up her juices, feeling her inner walls clenched against his quickly moving fingers during all the activity. Lucas did not stop even as she screamed out and trembled from her multiple orgasms, giving her sensitive slit all the attention he could until her climaxes subsided.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>02-01-2016, 06:50:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sierra was able to stand a great deal of pleasure, but Lucas was coming close to overloading her curvy beautiful figure as his tongue lashed against her sensitive slit after two intense orgasms. Her screams quickly turned into whimpers of tormented pleasure as her thighs shook to the point that she couldn't even keep them propped up with her feet against the bed. They fell against the bed and it left her completely open to his sensual assault as he attacked her pussy with such intense pleasure. <strong>".... Lucas.. I'm ... going to... ohhh gods... stop please!!!"</strong> She whimpered, her voice breaking as a third orgasm suddenly hit her and it was harder than the two before. Her back arched upwards at an almost impossible angle with her breasts shaking from the tension in her body. It was not just an orgasm this time, but she also managed to squirt against his tongue dripping her girl-cum all over his fingers to soak his bed and tongue with her juices. Her fingers were gripping the headboard so tightly that her knuckles had quickly gone white knuckled at this point and Sierra was non-stop trembling against his bed. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>02-01-2016, 06:59:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The way she tried to plead with him while he continued to please her in the most intimate way he could, only made him more eager to get her screaming his name or even just wordless cries of pleasure! There was an almost deviant desire to get her overloaded with pleasure before he even took her, a near perverse ideal just because she was a nymph. But even then, when a third orgasm sent her body into a shivering, white knuckled and panting mess, he would let his tongue linger against her slit during it, only ending when he had lapped up the last bit of her juices before rising somewhat. “Mm, there... I think you deserve a small break from that. But, I would guess that few men have been able to do that before?” Whether it was talent or just natural passion for making her writhe in agonizing pleasure, he very much relished being able to bring her to her metaphorical knees. Even when she trembled against the bed, he soon moved onto it, one knee between her thighs, and his hands pinning her against the bed. “but... Are you ready for us to really have at it, then? I’ve heard you nymphs can fuck for a day, and while I doubt even I have that much stamina... I’m very much in favor of testing it out with you, Sierra.” His tone was a heated whisper as his body gradually leaned in against hers.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>02-01-2016, 07:07:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"my.. My clients don't.. often focus on my pleasure... It is my job to bring them... pleasure.."</strong> She explained, breathless, and heaving with each breath she took in. The pleasure he had given her was much like a tantalizing drug for Sierra. As a nymph she was drawn to pleasure just like all of them were, but she was one of the very rare ones that could be sustained from sexual energy. It made everything more intense and very different for her as to what she could take. Her stamina for sex was different than even most other nymphs. While most of them could tackle a full 12+ hours of sex Sierra could easily spend at the very least 1 day of sex without rest and at the most? Probably 2 days of non-stop sex. <br><br>Her fingers finally let go of the headboard as he leaned over her and pinned her to the bed. Not that she needed much, if any, convincing to stay right there on that bed with him. But, there was no doubt that being pinned by this sexy determined man was arousing. <strong>"I think that even you don't what you've gotten yourself into and I think that I will very much enjoy showing you what a nymph like me can do.."</strong> She purred, lifting her still trembling thighs and tightly wrapping them around his hips as she leaned up her face to firmly kiss his lips though she couldn't move much more of her while he kept her pinned. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>02-01-2016, 07:19:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“Your pleasure is very much connected to mine.” He wanted to keep her for a while – he knew her contract could be worked as such, but first he wanted to show her just why such would be an all too promising offer. “So that’s why i’d like to focus on yours too. Just seeing you like this is fucking intoxicating to me...” He continued to pin her down, his chest brushing against the tips of her breasts, pressing them against his firm figure And when she spoke about him having no idea what he got into? He grinned, returning her kiss afterward as her thighs wrapped around his thick, athletic waist. He embraced her fully, his tongue against hers as he moaned into the&nbsp; kiss, grinding his hips into hers, pants covering his hardened cock. As a hand left hers to begin undoing his belt and zipper, the other relented as it explored her body, moving from her hand to her hips, slowly moving up, his nails raking into her skin as his breath began to hitch just a little more heavily. Letting his hips rest for a moment, his zipper was undone with a more pronounced sound, quickly lowering both his pants and boxers as his cock sprung free, his heated shaft soon pressing in against one of her full thighs.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>02-01-2016, 07:30:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sierra could understand that some clients like Lucas would find more pleasure by bringing their partners pleasure - she was unaware of his other motives to keep her for a while. Her hands slid up along his arm when he let her hand free and then trailed gently down over his chest to tug at the hemline of his shirt. Once both of her hands were free she eagerly tugged off his shirt and tossed it carelessly onto the ground. He was in amazingly good shape and it showed that she enjoyed his body from the way her eyes glinted slightly from the arousal of seeing his firm torso exposed like this. She could feel each of his heated hitched breaths as they kissed and even Sierra was surprised by how intoxicating his kisses alone were. The firm feel of his lips against her softer fuller ones was enough to have her body throbbing from the arousal and when she flicked her tongue over the seam of his lips before sliding it into his mouth that arousal only intensified because of his taste. <br><br>One of her hands moved over his roaming hand and firmly dragged it along one curvy hip until she forced his hand onto one full plump asscheek. Her fingers curled over his and it was clear from the way she arched into his body that she enjoyed him touching her ass in that way. It sent shivers up her body and fire racing through her blood. Once she was sure he would keep that hand there she moved hers away and began to tug off the lingerie until her breasts could burst free with her nipples straining against his chest brushing firmly over his skin while she moved her soaked pussy close to that throbbing length against her full thick thigh. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>02-01-2016, 09:28:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He wouldn’t play that hand too quickly, but he did want to enjoy the time he currently had with her. When her hands slid up his toned, limber arms he just gave a little grin, growling as he moved his arms to help her remove the shirt and bare his chest. With his upper body naked, his broad shoulders and firm chest were exposed for anyone to look at, his breathing faint and causing his chest to rise and fall with every breath he took.”Liking what you see?” He asked as the kiss briefly broke, his breathing reaching a steady though faintly labored pace as he then leaned back in against her, the warmth of his chest spreading out as he embraced her more fully, crushing her plush breasts against his upper chest. “mmm...” Moaning softly into the kiss, he let her hand guide his to her ass, giving it a ahrd and long squeeze as he touched her, explored her body while she bared her breasts. It did not take him long before his other hand groped her naked tit, nails raking against her flawless skin.<br><br>She teased her slit against his hard cock and the grinding alone made a shiver of pleasure run down his body in a wicked way. There was hardly any need to encourage him on what to do next as the hand on her ass arched her hips closer to him, and his hips thrust back to meet hers. His softer head began to spear through her cunt, spreading her inner walls far more definitively than his hand and fingers ever could have. Embracing her tongue with his, a long and slow moan of pleasure vibrated from his mouth into hers, eyes closed as his hips kept a steady thrusting pace into her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>21-01-2016, 05:10:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				A warm little teasing chuckle left Sierra's lips as he asked her if she liked what she saw. There was clear amusement in her eyes as she let those eyes wander down his body to take in the rest of him which was just as tempting and sexy to let her eyes linger on. <strong>"So what if I am?"</strong> She murmured, the words whispered and muffled against his lips. The feeling of his strong hand gripping her ass had Sierra's amusement leaving her features as they twisted with a shockingly intense amount of pleasure. Her lips parted on a pain pleasure filled cry as she arched up against his chest with her thick rounded ass firmly thrust into his strong hand. <strong>"Fuck... I can.. definitely... see you becoming... a dangerous... addiction.."</strong> Sierra whimpered breathlessly. <br><br>Her hands slid up along his arms and shot into his hair tangling her fingers tightly into his locks as his cock penetrated the warmth of her gripping pussy. Small and yet forceful movements of her body pressed her hard into his steady thrusts until she could feel nearly every detail along his throbbing hot cock. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>21-01-2016, 06:28:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She was pleased, and when her gaze sauntered over his form he was more than happy to let her enjoy the show, so to speak. His hand continued to hold on to her ass for a few moments, letting her body cling to his as he started to fuck her deeply. Oh yes, this would be intoxicating! "You have no idea how dangerous..." he whispered back with heated, baited breath - hips rolling back against hers, the hand on her ass teadying her as he brought her down against him over and over. Every inch of him ached and shuddered, a tingling shiver jolting down his spine as he gasped out even more excitedly all the while. "But, nothing wrong with getting addicted to something good, no? Very few drawbacks to that..." Moaning out, his lips curled into a faint grin as long as he could hold them together, another moan of pleasure causing them to part.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>21-01-2016, 06:36:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"Sorry... darling.. But... not good.. in my.. profession... to get attached.. in... oh... gods... any way!!"</strong> The words were torn from her as his hips rolled against her curvy ones which were writhing beneath in pleasure. Sierra already knew that this man was dangerous for her. The pleasure, his charming wit, and there was something beyond any of that which drew her to him. It didn't hurt at all that he was gorgeous, but she dealt with stunningly beautiful men every day. Her soft wavy lavender locks twisted sexily along her slender shoulders which quivered from the pleasure he was giving her with each and every thrust into her body. Her body was gripping him firmly with slick firm grips of her soft silky walls. <br><br>By that point of the evening, Sierra was becoming so engrossed by Gabriel's company and the pleasure he was giving her that she was beginning to forget her job. His body above hers was distracting enough to make Sierra wish in the distant part of her mind that she could find a man like him for her own. She had to do something... Her lips drew along his jaw in an attempt to firmly distract herself and bring her objective back into clear focus as she rolled her hips with a firm thrust forwards into his body. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>22-01-2016, 22:37:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She was saying on thing - but the way her hips bucked and ground back against him, that was a different story. The feeling of want was mutual from them both, and that was all that mattered to him at that point. An insatiable lover, his body was firmly pressed against hers, his shaft repeatedly spearing into her, hands exploring and enjoying her body with soft touches or rougher drags of his nails against her thighs and curves. There was little stopping him, and as another shudder of pleasure caused his body to jerk against hers, a sudden gasp of pleasure escaping his parted lips. A subtle hint of stubble met her grazing lips, rough and slight.<br><br>One hand soon left her body for a moment, then moving to grip at her silver locks, fingers wrapping and twining around her hair. Pulling on her faintly he positioned her for a firm kiss, teeth biting against her lower lip, another moan vibrating against them as he felt his body getting flush with heat. Few women had ever worked him into a frenzy like this, and as he continued to take her, he never wanted to stop. Even as he continued he felt his cock spasming and aching with pleasure inside her, his climax imminent but there was no reason to stop.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>02-02-2016, 09:16:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sierra could see the change in him as he became more crazed with the lust and arousal she could so easily feel in herself. This night was quickly becoming more about his body on top of hers and nothing to do with the money. The kiss he suddenly tugged her into made Sierra press tighter into his body until the point that it was hard to see where her body ended and his began. Her soft lavender locks were firmly gripped in his fingers and Sierra could not go anywhere. She was having problems properly breathing and shockingly enough she didn't want to stop kissing him despite the light headed sensation she could feel. <br><br>She was quickly worked into a frenzy herself and her hands gripped at his broad shoulders from his back. Her nails scratched along his skin as Sierra began to bounce herself on his cock despite the missionary position. She used his shoulders as her leverage to fuck herself down onto his length which was firmly pressing into her cervix with each forceful thrust forwards. Her clit was being punished in the best way possible as his groin would firmly grind into her enough that Sierra was already approaching another orgasm. The nerves along her inner walls were being stimulated with each met thrust of their bodies together and that on top of clitoral stimulation was the most intense feeling she had ever felt. Every little moan, muffled gasp, and soft whimper was vibrated against his lips which Sierra was slanting her own firmly against as her tongue would flick over his lips or twist around his own tongue. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>04-02-2016, 08:08:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				With his hand against her lightly toned hair and his tongue embracing hers, the kiss was a rather passionate and heady affair, his breathing a steady gait as he felt every inch of his body flush with a radiant heat, pleasure rocking down his spine and spreading all the while. It was intense, far different than he’d felt with any other woman before. At this rate, he could barely hold on to his climax and... Why hold on? They were both nearing that same peak, weren’t they? His shaft ached to the point of almost painful pleasure inside her, and as the kiss broke his eyes looked into hers before closing, hands tense as he felt himself going over the edge. “Nn, oh fuck, Sierra...” Speaking her name with a harsh gasp, his body went into the throes of a particularly intense climax.<br><br>His seed shot into her, all but against her cervix with thick spurts, his lips parted in an extended and pleasure laden sigh. Body shaking from the pleasure as he lost some control. Rocking his hips back and forth with an almost desperate need, her tight inner walls were milking him dry and bringing him utter bliss. No woman had every brought him that sort of pleasure, and even as his orgasm rode its course out, his body moved against hers, chest dragging over her body as he wanted to bring her to that same peak, to make her come yet again for him and to make everything else that would come all that easier.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>04-02-2016, 08:57:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sierra watched with intense arousal as Gabriel fell off of that edge which was his cliff. It was an amazing thing for her to watch as his lips parted and he sighed. She was unable to tug her eyes from his face as she felt more than anything as his hot cum filled up against the few inches within her body that were the absolute deepest part of her body. She was so intently focused that she was hardly aware of her own orgasm quickly bilding as she laid there. It quickly took her by surprise which had Sierra suddenly jerking in his grasp as she screamed. Her head tossed back against the pillows beneath her damp body. <br><br>Her orgasm lasted for a good minute before Sierra could finally seem to see anything other than just hazes.<strong>"Oh.... gods I.. couldn't control... it.."</strong> She admitted, the sound of her voice was weak and trembling as she still bodily shook from her orgasm. She needed to put distance between them and yet Sierra was unable to move out from underneath him. Instead of putting more distance between them Sierra found her eyes being drawn to his lips. <strong>"Why.. can't I... resist you??"</strong> She poised the question quietly and before there could be a reply to it Sierra was leaning upwards to catch his lips in a firm passionate kiss. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>22-02-2016, 08:43:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				When she lost her cool, her body tensing and bucking between his fingers he was more than excited to exult in her orgasm, riding it out even as the bliss from his reached a more steady and lowered peak. It was always a delight to bring pleasure to someone like this, mutually enjoying it... But sating something as elusive as a nymph, as hard to pin down as one of them? His hips rocked back against hers, hard cock continuing to hammer deeper into her, the minute feeling like all but Shangri-La to him. Was this what it was really like? Then he had to have her, by any means necessary... And as she finally cooled down, he listened to those breathy and husky words, his body electrified from the afterglow. “Mm...” he wanted to give an answer back, but when she embraced him with the kiss he lost himself in it as well, moaning hungrily into it as his tongue sought out hers. The answer he’d give her was simple, that he couldn’t be resisted... But, there was something much more enjoyable about sealing it with a kiss, one hand on the nape of her neck to bring her closer to it and to lift her off the bed, and the other hand pressing against her hip, keeping himself locked between her tight folds.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>11-03-2016, 06:40:40</strong>
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				<strong>"Don't... stop, please!"</strong> She begged of him, not even taking the time to pull her lips from his as she pressed into his body even as she continued to tremble from her orgasm. The kiss that she had initiated had been taken over by him and there was no way for Sierra to deny the sudden intense effect that it had on her. Her tongue twisted around his hungrily and she felt her slender back being lifted from the bed as her entire form was pressed into his. <strong>"Might... as well make most... of our night together... you can get sleep when I'm gone in the morning.."</strong> She mumbled, tightening her thick taut thighs around his hips and bucking hard into his own hips so that he could feel the hot liquid heat of their cum inside of her as she flexed her walls. <strong>"Unless you need a break.."</strong> Sierra teased, suckling his tongue for a moment before she nipped his bottom lip hard enough to leave small teeth marks. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>11-03-2016, 08:07:35</strong>
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				“Don’t stop? Is that what I heard?” He was being a little cocky, why wouldn’t he? “How often does a nymph say that to their partners? Isn’t it the other way around?” he asked, his hands supporting her trembling and aching body. Oh, this was more than delightful for him right there and then. He was hungry for her a s well, and as her frame just pressed back against his he breathed out lightly, looking at her as she spoke about getting rest later. “Mmm... We’ll see about that. Maybe i’ll just tire you out so you can’t leave.” He teased right back at her, embracing her in another firm kiss, rolling over and growling into the biting embrace until he was on his back, her straddling him as his hand gave her full ass a hard, firm smack that echoed across the room. Oh yes, he was going to enjoy every minute of taking her this night, and he had no intentions to leave it at just one evening.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>19-03-2016, 17:58:03</strong>
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				<strong>"Now, now.."</strong> She chastised him, grinning down at him as she straightened herself in his lap. The hard firm slap to her tautly smooth round ass echoed in the room in a way that had Sierra shuddering. <strong>"I'm not the kind of girl you get to keep.., but I don't mind rocking your world for the night so that you will always compare others to me."</strong> Sierra proved her point by raising her tight seed filled cunt up just a few inches and literally flexing her muscles with an inhuman strength to the point that she could very vividly feel his veins along his cock throbbing against her walls. She moaned at the feeling before she slowly dropped herself back down onto his cock smothering his entire length with the heat of her pussy's embrace. <strong>"Just so you know.. it is very rare for a nymph like myself to feel this satisfy by a human. Most humans can't take our lust and insatiable needs. I guess this is a night of rare treats that I'll get satisfied too."</strong> She commented, teasing him by remaining firmly planted on his cock to the very base as she slowly rolled her hips. <strong>"So, tell me, what is a sexy man like you paying for company? Women must nearly faint just looking at you.."</strong> <br><br>Even as she spoke, she was tracing her slender soft fingertips over the bulging smooth ridges along his body which were so sexily pronounced. This man was in incredible shape and Sierra didn't often get such sexy clients who could manage to keep up with her bodily needs or her wit. She was still so very unaware of his growing plans to keep her for himself, and if she had known, Sierra would already be trying to leave for the night. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>19-03-2016, 18:38:07</strong>
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				“Oh, I know the truth. Nymphs are a mercurial, tempermental lot. I could tie you down as easily as one could water. But, that does not stop a man from dreaming, does it not?” he asked, looking at her as she tightened against him suddenly, eyes all but threatening to rollback in his head from the pleasure. Yet rather than bend and break as most men might have, he kept his confidence and will, being able to work through it as her hips moved into a slow, more intense grind against him, his hand still against her ass warmly all the while. “Mmf... Why do I pay? Well... As I said, this is the dream of many men, myself included, and....” As his hips rolled back into hers more aggressively, his eyes looked her body over with a sauntering confidence, hazed over with pleasure. “My job keeps me from more stable relationships, so the pleasure of the flesh is more... preferred.” he smirked, letting her hands run over him. He was chiseled to an athletic point, from firm and washboard like abs, to a chest that had its share of scars, deep little marks that were felt by the more observant of lovers.<br><br>Thankfully, it would be easy to keep any plans from her, distracting her from even thinking on it as his hips ground back into her. His shaft ached for more, her tight cunt virtually milking him again, but he paced himseld, matching her grinding with his cock thrusting deep into her, keeping a slow, sensual style despite their mutual physical attraction. She was a modern day goddess as far as women were compared, and just seeing her move the way she did was just as erotic as being inside her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>19-03-2016, 19:06:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"There is nothing wrong with dreaming of tying me down of course.. I'll encourage such things to help keep you warm once I leave in the morning.."</strong> Sierra teased, her bright intense eyes drawing slowly over the very faint though rather deep looking scars she could see on his firm skin. She was not one for inquiring about a clients past and this was no exception. There was a curiosity to know, but Sierra only traced her fingers over the scars and said not a word about them. <strong>"Mmmm, so you thought tonight you might try a sexy little nymph?"</strong> Sierra inquired with a sexy smirk curving the corner of her lips as she moved a little forward to press her hands up along his chest as she hovered slightly over his chest. Sierra lifted her hips and slammed firmly back down onto his cock shaking her ass from side to side in order squeeze and curl her cunt all around his cock. <br><br><strong>"Fuck..."</strong> She moaned, firmly pressing the palms of her hands against the bed's headboard and began to ride him rather roughly. Her silky tendrils of hair shook along her shoulders as she fucked herself hard and fast onto his cock. It was clear how experienced she was from the way she twisted her hips with each firm thrust down onto his length or the way that she flexed her walls more when she reached the base of his cock.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>19-03-2016, 20:33:55</strong>
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				“Oh? Do you leave all your patrons those warm memories?” He asked with a hint of amusement. She didn’t really know the kind of clout his family and he had? Well, not that his family would approve of such matters,but he still had generous funds from them, and work. Certainly he could treat himself with such. But, as her fingers traced against his scars, his hand began to move up her thigh and trailed against her stomach. “Mm, of course. Why not indulge myself a little?” he asked, looking to her with a smirk. “If I can’t do that, just what is fun good for?” he asked after a moment, feeling her hips lift only to have her impale hard against his cock, making him gasp out. This time he didn’t want to come as easily, but god she was oh so tempting...<br><br>“And I think just hearing that...” As her hips rode him hard, he ground back against her with the creaking of the bed, the shaking of the head boards. Squeezing her ass and moving his hand back to her hips to steady her, he wanted to simply fuck her brains out, while she was experienced he was no slouch of his own, and his breath simply remained steady, not wanting to over exert himself even as she gripped against him with incredible warmth and tightness.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>19-03-2016, 20:42:42</strong>
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				<strong>"I leave my patrons with many many wet <em>hot</em> memories....,"</strong> she purred sexily. Slowly Sierra moved into a different position. She went from being slightly bent over his upper body and straddling his lap to literally crouching on his cock. With her knee's bent and her feet poised firmly on the bed it gave her all the leverage she needed. With one hand steadying herself against the headboard, her other gathered up her long lavender locks to tug them up against the back of her head as she began to ride him as if she were trying to break him. Her thick yet tautly curved figure was suddenly bucking on him. Her thick round ass was shaking from the impact it made on his thighs as she rammed herself down onto his cock and immediately started to draw back along his cock. Those shamefully beautiful big tits of hers were thrust out slightly and they made lewd noises as they smacked against each other and even off of her own ribs. <br><br>Her moans were loud enough that a few of his servants along the halls were looking towards the master bedroom with curious looks. It was quite clear the kind of woman that their master had invited over. Every single thrust of her lush curved figure echoed in his bedroom and her cries of pleasure added to the very real picture that she was helping to paint for anyone listening. <strong>"OHhhhhh fuckk yes Lucas!!!"</strong> She screamed, hissing in a sharp breath of air as she rode his cock with a very real look of abandon. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>19-03-2016, 23:04:19</strong>
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				“Mm, we’ll be making plenty of them tonight...” If he knew that her screams and lewd sounds of pleasure were attracting something of an audience, he’d be thrilled. However, he had assumed the walls and doors of his estate were thick enough to drown out even her.... But he was certainly intending on making that hard, if he even let her have the option at all. His cock was all but hammering back into her as she did her best trying to break him, their hips smacking together with wet, and lewd sounds that echoed through the room. The frame knocked hard against the wall, making it even more obvious as he hammered into her over and over as to what was going on.<br><br>Oh god, he could barely hold on to it... Before long he began to move up, taking things steadily as he ground to a slower movement, his hands both supporting her hips and ass as he pressed tight against her. Those fat tits of hers were sandwiched between her body and his chest, and as he gripped her body and lifted her hips up he simply slammed her back against his hips and hard cock, growling out. He wanted to finish his way, but he had a feeling that if he fucked her raw like this... Both would rather enjoy the end result of what happened. His eyes looked briefly into hers, utterly lost in a haze of pleasure before he brought her even tighter against him, wanting to leave as little space as possible between the two, the hunger evident in his body and movement.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>19-03-2016, 23:33:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Given the way that Lucas began to hold her against him Sierra was forced to straddle his lap once more. The harder his thrusts were against her own and the harder it was to hold her balance crouching over his cock like that. His hands were stronger than any other's that Sierra could remember encountering. Something dark was constantly edging along his bright blue eyes which only left Sierra to wonder what this man was. He had a darkness in his aura that she could vividly sense and she knew it was drawing her in. The scars... The darkness in him and that hunger she saw in his eyes.. All of it was making him rather irresistible for Sierra in ways she hadn't known were possible. <br><br>Her hands had let go of the headboard of his bed and quickly grasped his broad shoulders in exchange. He was fucking her harder than before and in a way that was making her rather unable to say a damn thing purely due to the pleasure of being so thoroughly taken. There had never been a man that would so boldly do what he wanted to her and be confident about it. The roughness of her thrusting down against him was beginning to falter only due to the way she was starting to tremble against him. Her eyes looked into his and it was clear how much pleasure he was giving her from the sultry heavy lidded look she was giving him even she was forced to physically grip his body in order to remain against him. Sierra let him take the lead because she was growing unable to resist letting him have his way with her and this was only the second time he had taken her that night. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>19-03-2016, 23:48:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It was perfect, all of it. Keeping her there, locking her body against his and using her. It was almost as if he was just getting himself off with her, but he knew she could not only take the abuse, but she enjoyed it as well. He could see that look back in her eyes, the way her body shook against his and gripped his warm, broad shoulders. He wanted to make her feel like she’d never been taken before by a man, just confidently acting and going ahead with it, no need to ask or steadily go into it... But as he saw the sultry look she gave back to him, he leaned back to admire her moving form, her nails pressed hard against his body as his hips smacked into hers once again. It wouldn’t take him much longer at this rate, and even if he did come early, then what did it matter?<br><br>It was already enough to bear, and before long, his hips sunk back in against hers, one hand moving for the nape of her neck as he released. His seed again shot deeply into her, his breathing dark and heavy as he moaned out in a hot, rasped growl against her ear. He didn’t stop during his climax, his body tense and hands shaky, but still seeking to fuck her deep and hard. There was no want to end the pleasure then, to make it end... Even if this might be the last for the night, he wanted the whole damn manor to hear her scream of fulfillment and was working damn hard to make that a reality.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>20-03-2016, 00:01:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His hips almost hurt from how they smacked into hers, but that pain was just another element adding to the pleasure as her cunt flexed and gripped his cock as much as she physically could manage. Sierra could feel as though she were being dominated in the purest sense of that word. It wasn't some sexual kink or play. The way he gripped her curvy hips and slammed deep into her body repeatedly felt as though he were commanding her body without words to obey his; that her body belonged to him. That was a dangerous thing for Sierra. She had never felt that before, and this man was not even so much as saying such things, but his body made her feel <em>claimed</em>. There was no way for her to mistake it as he slammed deep into her reaching parts of her that felt impossible to reach and making Sierra feel all too weak and helpless in the best possible sense of such a meaning. <br><br>She was lost enough in sensations, and the look in his eyes that she was hardly aware of the sounds coming from her soft lips. The cries, gasps, moans and what quickly turned into screams as he rode into her body like that. Her own orgasm was quickly on her and even as she could feel the strong pulses of his seed splashing her already cum soaked walls Sierra's eyes finally closed tightly as she felt like her entire body was burning from the inside out. Her clit throbbed painfully and she soaked their pelvises from her cum as she shook against him from how firmly tense her muscles had grown. Those sultry sexy screams of hers did indeed grow intensely loud enough for nearly both floors of his home to hear her screaming before she finally collapsed against his body. Her body remained laying across his with her breasts firmly pressed into his muscular torso and her face was lightly pressed against the front of his throat with her hands still curled against his broad shoulders. She was breathing heavily, her inner thighs still trembling from such an orgasm, and even Sierra was unsure of what to say just then. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>20-03-2016, 01:19:01</strong>
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				He was claiming her, he wanted her and one of the easiest ways to show that hungering desire was to fuck her fully, to make her feel like none have before. An utterly carnal sense of want to be sure, but one that he seemed well versed in doing. His hips still bucked against hers, his body flesh and warm, and while she felt weak and meager, he was strong, confident, drunk on pleasure. It was impossible to not enjoy what was going on, feeling her body reacting to his orgasm... and as her own climax rocked her body hard, he growled out in sheer enjoyment, body constantly grinding against hers, hands supporting her as she laid across his. And when she collapsed he mvoed to rest with her, still in her as he let her rest against his warmth. “Holy shit....” he gasped out in light pleasure, that was amazing to him. He needed her to stay, even if she didn’t want to – she wasn’t her boss, he could deal with that person, himself.<br><br>“That was fucking incredible...” he gasped out, though with his heady arousal it was less a proclamation and more a softer sound of wanton desire that escaped his lips. He wasn’t quite sure what else to say, his hands quickly moving around her, keeping her there and making sure she couldn’t move too far away. His eyes closed as he basked in the afterglow, enjoying the sensation of her achingly tight walls still locked around his shaft in a near vicelike grip. He could easily sleep like this, her against him, keeping her teased just enough from his needing shaft... But at the same time, it really was all too easy for him to rest like this, and as his breathing began to steady and even out, that seemed to be exactly what his body was doing, a hand against her silvery, matted hair.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>20-03-2016, 01:46:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sierra felt overwhelmed from that kind of pleasure. It wasn't something that even she often felt; if she ever had before. That feeling for an escort like herself was terrifying and it was enough so of that sensation to make her unsure if it was wise for her to stay the entire night. Her hands that had been curled around his shoulders were now only lightly resting on his shoulders and her legs were laying along each side of the outside of his own thighs. She found herself being lulled into a daze as his hands rested along her slightly overheated body. She knew that was a bad idea, but found herself slowly falling asleep on top of him. There had never been a client for Sierra that had turned her inside out with pleasure like that. As she slowly began to fall asleep, she found herself thinking that she was not very likely to forget this one. <br><br>With her instincts and behavior rather set in stone, Sierra woke up early the next morning. It was still dark outside by the time she woke up, and she found herself reluctant to move, but she knew she had to. She was careful and gentle as she moved out of Lucas' arms, getting out of his bed with ease. He had given her more than likely the best night of her life so far, and that was enough for her to know that she would have such a memory to look back on. She smiled softly at the look of him asleep. For all his domination and hard body, he looked at peace while he was asleep. <br><br>Sierra caught herself staring at him like that and found the scattered pieces of her lingerie before she slipped out of the bedroom. Without any shame, she dressed as she walked down the halls of his home, ignoring the stares and was thankful that someone had left her coat by the front door as she slipped it on. A small note was left on Lucas bedside table in rather elegant writing as Sierra slipped out of his home and made her own way back to her townhouse. <br><br><em>Thanks for the wettest hottest night of my life, sexy.</em> 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>20-03-2016, 03:57:05</strong>
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				Sleep came very easily for Lucas, the man having tired himself out by exhausting the Nymph in the ways of pleasure. Drunk from the pleasant feelings, his eyes closed and did not open for several hours. It would be easy for Sierra to leave but even as she did, she was quite right in that he looked to be at peace. He had no want or need at the moment, and just living and doing his work seemed to be joy enough for him, spending an amazing night with a woman like her was certainly the best part of it though. He would not wake until some hours after she did, rising and giving a stretch. “Mm... She left, suppose i’ll have to make some calls...” He did not have to rush into it just yet, his eyes were still bleary from the sleep, and it would be some time before he was awake proper enough to handle the calls personally. Taking the note and folding it, carrying it with him. Some servants gave him somewhat bemused or surprised looks when he left his room, though he said nothing other than a confident smile.<br><br>Once he’d showered, dressed, and ate some fruit it was not long before he decided to call her services about her. It was even easier to get ahold of someone higher up, and once his identity was confirmed, it was rather easy to begin the process. He said he’d ‘hire’ her for about three months – ninety days, and would be paying rather extravagntly for her, something that might even turn a nymphs head should see see the zero’s in the check. Would she object? Afterall, he was paying her – she was an escort, this was merely an extended escort to a dedicated client. No other woman would sate him like she did, they’d be bland, boring... but her? She was different, exciting, vibrant. <br><br>By the time Sierra was back at her home, there would be a message for her, yet another job – but a different form of contract altogether....
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>20-03-2016, 04:28:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Work felt like it was never over for her. That much became clear as she walked into her townhouse and found another contract waiting on her desk. It was natural for her bosses to have access to the house they supplied her with, but she at least wanted some time before this one. With a heavy sigh, she walked over to her desk as she discarded her coat onto the back of the chair nearby as she picked up the contract with the message attached. The message was puzzling as it mentioned a client liking her quite a lot and her brows drew together as she looked at the client itself. Shock rushed through Sierra as she saw Lucas' name on the paper and she suddenly felt like she had been punched in the stomach. <br><br>There was no way she could do this. She picked up her phone and immediately called her boss trying to argue that this was a very bad idea. Of course her reasons for it being a bad idea weren't ones that they would find to be very valid. That much was clear as she tried to argue on her point of view and they were just not listening to her. By the end of the phone call, she was flustered and nothing had changed. She was going to need to report to him today and Sierra felt as though her stomach had dropped. <br><br>It was later in the afternoon when she finally arrived back at Lucas' home and she was slightly irritated as it was. She had packed plenty of her clothes and things in a suitcase which she had with her as she knocked on the door. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>20-03-2016, 06:01:42</strong>
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				He figured she wouldn’t be happy – but, her happiness could come later, and even then he didn’t need her to be happy. What he needed was someone he could have fun with, even if she wasn’t exactly a fan of it. So while he continued to somewhat prepare, he expected things to be a bit tumultuous. When she arrived his courtyard was much the same, one or two servants tending to the yard and lawn, keeping it perfectly and daintily in check. He’d have been waiting inside, waiting for when he heard the knock. “Hrm? Are you that surprised? I do keep what I like around... And I liked you a lot. don’t worry, i’m ensuring you get good payment for this no matter what, so you really aren’t losing out on much.” he spoke after opening the door, eyes on her. He was dressed a little more casually, as there was no need to truly dress up tonight. “Besides, was I really that bad? You seemed to quite enjoy one night, what about more? Strictly business, of course. He had no desire to fall for her anyway, she was something fun, but he knew his family would never approve for so many reasons. “All things considered... Is it not quite the lucrative choice?”<br><br>Some of the servants recognized her from the night before, but said nothing as he moved, letting her step in. “You’ll have a private room as well, you won’t be in my bed and only there.” Lucas added, taking another look at her. “It’s quite a generous offer, I would think.” To him it really was, he was basically offering her quite a bit of money, and potentially even more than just that, his family did have many things afterall.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>20-03-2016, 09:04:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sierra looked rather irritated as she looked at him and brushed past him into his house. Her long lavender hair had been put up into a messy bun after she had dried if out of her shower and she was not exactly wearing anything that impressive. She was casually dressed in a pair of black yoga pants that might have been designed to look casual on the person wearing them, but on Sierra it looked amazingly not casual. Her taut thick thighs were shown off from the tightness of the cloth clinging to her body and her bottom looked like a masterpiece since there she was wearing a thong which meant her bare cheeks were pressed against the clinging tight black fabric. She had on a pair of comfortable ugg like boots and was wearing off the shoulder long sleeved top that cut off around her belly button leaving some of her soft smooth skin exposed. <br><br><strong>"Let me explain something to you, Lucas."</strong> She began, giving him a rather severe look. <strong>"What in the high heavens above makes you think you will want to let me go after 90 days if you can't do so after one night? I am not dense enough to believe that you can seriously be THAT naive enough to think that MORE time with me will satisfy you."</strong> She told him, crossing her arms over her chest and staring at him with that severe look as she fully expected for him to argue that point with her. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>20-03-2016, 11:41:08</strong>
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				Of course she looked irritated. If she hadn’t left so soon, he could have dealt with her more directly. But as she looked much more casual, he looked at her much more nonchalantly than she did him, and as her arms were crossed. “Why? Because I know myself. And ninety days is about enough time for things to come and go between us.” He spoke matter of factly, but with a swaggering tone of confidence as he moved further into the house. He knew himself better than anyone else could possibly assuage of him, but as he continued, he briefly turned to her. “Regardless, should the contract prove too much for either of us, I am sure that your company can find some way to terminate it and we can cut things more mutually. Regardless, I doubt that will happen. Pleasure comes and goes, and I expect this to be a fleeting thing. I’m sure you’ve had much better lovers than I, no?” Again he asked, though the way he asked made it seem as if he doubted that. “So it can’t be all that bad. And whatever happens, I assure you’ll be far more wealthy than you would have been if you had spent the time with any number of other hosts. So I am not giving you an unfair deal.” he absolutely wasn’t, he was prepared to pay for the finest things, and she was one of them.<br><br>"One of the servants can escort you to your room and take your things for you if necessary. I do have to deal with... business." he spoke, he did have to talk about a contract of another sort. "So you don't have to be at my beck and call all the time, either."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>20-03-2016, 12:13:06</strong>
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				Sierra continued to stare at him with that harsh look in her eyes, but sighed finally with a shrug of her slender shoulders. <strong>"There is nothing I can do about this now. I tried to fight it with my bosses, and they would not budge. You are apparently the best paying client at the moment and they do not want to lose your business. Please try to remember that is the only reason I am still here. If I could have negotiated and gotten out of this; I would have."</strong> She informed him, and without another word she turned away, looking at one of the servants nearby. With a hand gesture towards her suitcase she followed the servant up the stairs to this room of hers. She did not turn to look back at him, but instead lifted her hand and waved it slightly at him in a rather dismissive way of saying goodbye. <br><br>Even dressed so casually, she was a stunning sight to behold, and that was apparent from the way her thickly curved hips swung from side to side with no effort to make that stride of hers sexy. Her ass was tautly large enough that each step sent trembles through her bottom and she was confident enough to know that those around her were staring as she was led to the bedroom she was going to be given. <br><br>The room was lavish, but not in an overwhelmingly opulent sort of way. The furniture was rather simple with an elegant taste to it. Her bed was rather big, though thankfully it was not nearly as big as the one she remembered from last night. There was a small balcony that overlooked the beautiful garden which was the main part of the room that drew Sierra in. As the servant set her suitcase down on the bed he also politely offered to put her things away for her which Sierra declined before he left the room. She walked out onto the small balcony enjoying the beautiful sight before her as she thought about how difficult this might end up being for her. Lucas was clearly so certain that he would be fine to let her go after 90 days, but Sierra worried about herself. Last night... It had been unique. She had been driven wild by him and the amount of pleasure he gave her was enough to make tremble right then and there with the memory. <strong>"This could end up being bad... He might be able to let me go after 90 days... But will I?"</strong> She whispered to herself. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>20-03-2016, 20:38:13</strong>
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				“Oh? That’s unfortunate, but I do hope you change your mind, and your thoughts about it in time. I am hardly a cruel or unkind man, and I do prefer that you enjoy your time earnestly here.” She waved at him dismissively, and before long, they were both making their own separate ways through the household. Briefly following her with his eyes before heading into a private study of sorts, he ensured the door was closed and locked before making a call. Secure, private, and alone – it was not long before he began to speak once again. “Morning, about that contract you requested earlier... I’ve taken it into consideration. Your request and pay are both appropriate. Let’s discuss the details...” And with that, more sordid affairs began in earnest, and underway...<br><br>The room was decorated and upscale without being opulent or over the top. It was clear that he was smart about what went into the rooms and decoration, and he valued a sense of modesty with his wealth. The servant who followed her bowed her head, taking a short breath. “Ma’am, is there anything I can get you? Food, drink, anything of the sort? Master Lucas also says that it’s allowed if you wish to make the room feel more personal to you, despite it being a guest room. He doesn’t want you to feel unwelcome.” If she was not needed further she’d take her leave before turning back one last time. “Oh, and Dinner will be at seven, I am not sure if Lucas shall be joining you or not, he may be dealing with work...” the word was spoken a little more quietly, as if with ominous tones. Beyond that, Sierra would be able to enjoy some freedom before potentially seeing Lucas again.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>20-03-2016, 21:01:20</strong>
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				Sierra appreciated how hospitable everyone was being with her right now considering her bad mood in the current situation. She didn't wish to take it out on the servants who had not done anything wrong and that was why she smiled at the servant and thanked him for the offer. It was his quietly spoken last words about Lucas' work that left Sierra feeling slightly uneasy. <strong>"Um, is there a reason why he would be dealing with work at dinner time when he has a guest in his home?"</strong> She questioned, her tone more curious than anything else. She was not all too sure that she would really get a response since his staff seemed to hold tight to their vests so to speak, but the way that the servant had mentioned his work sounded.... off. <br><br><strong>"Also, are there any areas of the manor that I am not supposed to go to? I may not feel like staying confined to this room so I would like to know what areas I am not allowed in."</strong> She asked politely, walking back inside of the room, but leaving the balcony doors open to allow fresh air into the room. Sierra began to start unpacking as she waited for a response and the majority of her wardrobe was rather sexy lingerie or very revealing clothing including dresses that seemed to have very little fabric. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>21-03-2016, 10:30:48</strong>
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				“He has an unusual job, and sometimes it interrupts at the worst times for him, it would appear. Worry not, he most likely is only going to a meeting.” The woman spoke calmly, she knew more of what her master did than most, but she usually spoke nothing about it, as it was best kept a quiet secret. “Do not worry, I am sure he will not delay if he can help it. As for where... There are a few rooms. The servant quarters below on the first floor are not necessarily prohobited... But I can assure you there is nothing important in them. Beyond that... His personal study, the room next to his. It’s off limits to all but himself and who he invites.” She added again, looking the woman over. “Eveywhere else, the pool, the gym in the basement, the gardens, the small library. Everything else is open for any guests, including you. You can go to the kitchen as well but the chefs can usually get testy about who goes in and does what.” She mused. “Do you have any other questions, my lady?”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>26-03-2016, 05:54:54</strong>
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				The young woman's words only further served to make Sierra curious, but she hid the feelings quite easily as she smiled warmly and nodded. <strong>"Thank you for indulging my curiosity. That will be all for now."</strong> She replied, turning around to start unpacking again. The curiosity was still there as this man had taken it upon himself to hire her for a long period of time. Though it was not an incredible amount of time - for an escort it was a prolonged time. <br><br>The rest of her day was spent in the guest room as she had not really gotten much sleep last night and after unpacking her clothing she slept for most of the day. When she finally awoke and stretched out her sultry figure on the comfortable bed it was already growing dark outside. Sierra got up and helped herself to a relaxing bath before she ventured out to get some food. Though, with a great deal of wicked intent in her, she chose to wear lingerie (http://www.yandy.com/Lacy-Peek-A-Boo-Babydoll-Set.php) as she walked barefoot out of the guest room. She already knew that everyone there likely knew what she was there for and she would take a great deal of enjoyment of making everyone uncomfortable since their employer decided to hire her like this. Sierra continued to think it was a bad idea, but there was something that had drawn her to him last night and she doubted that it had changed yet. <br><br>The magenta peek a boo babydoll that she wore hugged her sultry full curves in all the right ways and the thong she wore with it left very little to the imagination as she wandered towards the kitchen. She had left down her beautiful long lavender hair which often shimmered in certain lights with silvery highlights. She was the very image of pure seduction as her rounded thick taut ass shook with each step of her thick long legs. Her breasts were nearly overwhelming the lace as she walked with the fabric seeming to enhance her slender waist and very curvy hips. Her yellow-green eyes took in her surroundings as she strode through his home greatly enjoying the freedom she had at that moment. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>26-03-2016, 06:06:53</strong>
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				“You are welcome, my lady.” She knew what Sierra was, but she did not look down on her, as she was a servant herself. But as she left Sierra to her thoughts, the door was once again closed as she was given time to collect herself. The bed was rather large, clearly meant for more than one person, but more than accommodating for guests regardless. Everything in the room was similar, the bath itself could have been a hot tub or a full shower for plenty, the room could host a small party, and there was little in the way of worrying about a lack of space. Even the sheets she soon rested on were lavish, no expense spared from the luxurious and rich feel they had.<br><br>Come evening, the room had been undisturbed, and she was able to awaken at her leisure. And as she eventually left, there were quite a few looks given to her of course – but non dared to linger. By all accounts whatever business or meeting that had her current host tied up had continued to hold him hostage, his presence seemingly empty as she explored in full, rather than the limit she had yesterday with just him. Male servants couldn’t stop staring, women seemed a little abashed, but continued to their tasks wherever she walked. Going through the hall to the kitchen the stairs below led to the gym, the door open and the lights on showing a number of equipment pieces and exercise aids, as Lucas definitely kept himself in shape. The kitchen itself was empty, the chefs having mostly finished cooking as well. <br><br>Yet, as she continued on there would have been a different feel in the kitchen, while it looked empty there was a different sort of feel to the air, a sort of heaviness within it. Perhaps it could just be ones imagination, or maybe the residual warmth from the oven and stove having been on for some time... But there was still something different about the room itself.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>26-03-2016, 06:25:30</strong>
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				As Sierra wandered into the kitchen, she could smell food, but.... Food suddenly left her mind. The heaviness she felt made her brows draw together. Why did this room feel this way? She dismissed any such thoughts that it was the lingering heat in the room. Never before had heat alone create this feeling. <br><br>She found herself ignoring the food available as she walked the kitchen and it was off to the left far corner of the kitchen that she found what looked like a well hidden door. It was definitely not as visible for most people, but Sierra was following her unnatural instincts which seemed to be leading her like she was following string towards this door. She hesitated for a moment before she slowly opened the door and slipped inside of it. Darkness seemed to kind of engulf her before she felt around along the wall near her to find the light switch. When she flipped on the switch and lit up the room Sierra felt a sort of cold sensation that raced through her body. The room was filled with various weapons and they were not all just guns or knives. There were gruesome weapons that made it look like someone actually enjoyed using those weapons. <strong>"Oh gods.."</strong> She murmured, her silky hot voice holding fear and trembling as she wandered slowly into the room. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>26-03-2016, 06:37:18</strong>
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				Knives of various sizes – but made clearly of true metal, guns from small holdouts to revolvers and everything in between, garrotes and wires clearly meant to strangle someone and take the life from them. One could see all sorts of weapons from the mundane to the macabre, affixed to racks and clearly meant for use, not for ornamental decoration. There were likewise mannequins of sorts, adorned with tight fitting cloth that could almost be described as some sort of lightweight armor, giving a more sinister purpose. The lights were dim, slowly brightening. From the hidden door on the outside to the digital lock on the other side that she was now in, it was clear this room was not meant to be seen. Worse yet, there was a click from behind as the door shut firmly, a quiet beep from the security system indicating that it was locked. Was that just from the door closing, or did someone know she was here? There was a door on the other side...<br><br>The room was wall to wall weapons and armor, ammunition and knives, almost a collection of some macabre intent. The doors were plain, clearly meant to blend in to the surroundings, but still there regardless... And after a few moments, the door on the opposite side gave a small beep and another clock, the door opening with darkness and a silhouette. Clad in a casual suit, the figure that approached was none other than Lucas, his expression monotone at first, but with a monotone sense of coldness as he entered. “Someone snoop-” His firm tone was quickly silenced as he saw who the ‘someone’ was, eyes narrowed. “Well well, Someone /was/ snooping.” He said as he trailed off, resting against the door. “So I see I left this door unlocked. You look a little surprised. A man can have his collections, can’t he?” Lucas asked with a hint of amusement, his cold expression quickly warming. “But from your look I take it you’re not a fan.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>26-03-2016, 06:48:51</strong>
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				Sierra was stopped in her tracks as Lucas appeared. The look in her eyes was one of caution as she slowly began to take retreating steps away from him because of the warning she could feel within her. Silence seemed to fill the room as she could <em>feel</em> the chill in his expression. She said nothing and quickly twisted on one slender heel before she darted towards the unlocked door. Sierra did not believe him about this just being some kind of collection. There was mystery and secrets surrounding the way his servants spoke of him and his work. Now she found him behind hidden doors with electronic locks and a rather disturbingly large array of weapons&nbsp; and she was supposed to believe that this was just a collection? A hobby. <br><br>She immediately increased the speed of her steps to the point that she was fast pace walking towards the door she come in from, but she remembered the lock that clicked shut. That was when she froze and turned to look at him. Sierra was locked in here right now and without knowing what was going on she was concerned. Though she slowly backed up until her back hit the wall and she continued to silently watch him as her breasts heaved with each breath of air she took. <strong>"What... are you?"</strong> She asked quietly. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>26-03-2016, 06:57:51</strong>
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				“Hmmm?” It was Lucas’s turn to surprise her again, and as she turned swiftly to the locked door, he knew it was locked – but it took her a moment longer to realize that herself. “What am I? A wealthy man with far too much time on his hands. But not a threat to you.” As he approached he was in his element, the suit fitting him rather professionally, giving him an even more menacing aura in the room. “But I suppose you won’t buy that either, you didn’t buy the hobby line either. It’s the truth though, i’m not a threat to you. These weapons wouldn’t even have come close unless you had the luck to step in here. How about this, Sierra...” His tone became a little more menacing, was he just playing an act? Or was there something sinister? “I’ll tell you a secret if you tell /me/ a secret. You want to know what I am? I want to know a little...” As he approached, he took a more quickened gate, seeking to pin her against an empty portion of the wall, a hand just above her shoulder, his eyes looking into hers. “About you, Sierra. How about that?”<br><br>“Or...” His other hand pressed his pointer finger to her chin softly, slowly raising it up to her lips and pressing down upon them. “Or do you expect to be silent while I divulge every dark little thing about myself with no compensation?” He gave a teasing sigh, though the look in his eyes was that of not just confidence, but complete control.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>26-03-2016, 07:13:10</strong>
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				There was a tone to his voice that Sierra had not imagined that she would hear from his voice. It was dark and menacing in a way that sent shivers straight down her spine. He looked like he belonged in this room with that suit fitting him so well and the feeling of him in this room was an entirely different one from the night before. Her back could feel the cold of the wall behind her as he strode confidently towards her until she was firmly trapped between his body and the wall. Her breathing was already growing heavier as she responded whether or not she wanted to. The confidence in him, the look in his blue eyes as he watched her, and the tone of his voice seemed to be.... She was getting aroused against her own desire from the way he was behaving. <br><br><strong>"What secret would I have to tell??"</strong> She hissed at him, jerking her head to the side so that his finger was not pressing against her soft pink lips which had nearly trembled apart at his touch. Sierra was feeling uneasy about the way her stomach tightened and how the heat was suddenly coiling in her pelvis. Why was he arousing her? She could <em>feel</em> the fear in her. But, something about this... about him had her entire body growing intensely hot. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>26-03-2016, 07:24:35</strong>
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				He was much different from the pleasure-seeker the night before. There was a darkness to his tone, and the way he carried himself. Afterall, she was in a room full of implements meant for murder. “What secret? Well...” He was good at reading people,&nbsp; he could see the way she seemed to fear him, but there was something something else. “You know yourself better than anyone else, do you not? Tell me something, and I tell you something in return. Or, perhaps i’ll just take what I desire most, and we shall see what happens then?” He asked, still a little amused, but he was beginning to feel the same as her. There was an excitement to his movement, pinning her against the wall, a knee between her legs all the while.<br><br>“But if you’re afraid, maybe we can just make other arrangements. But, I can’t let you walk out of here without some assurance that you won’t tell another soul. There’s... Delicate information to be had here, and I don’t want it falling in the wrong hands.” He spoke, looking to the walls for a brief moment. No one actually knew he was an assassin outside of immediate family and those who helped train him, even his clients only knew him through an alias. Secrecy was something he deeply valued about this life, and while she might not tell... Why not have some fun with it?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>26-03-2016, 07:34:48</strong>
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				<strong>"Are you expecting some kind of revelation about me then? Its not as though I have secrets!"</strong> She hissed at him again, but her tone trailed off as she felt his knew move between her thick thighs. Could he see it? That this dark side of his and the menacing control about him had her growing aroused whether or not she wanted to. <strong>"And what would I tell others? That a client of mine has a room full of dark weapons for his collection? Or perhaps that I know of a man who clearly enjoys hurting others!"</strong> Sierra's voice roughly replied to him. The close proximity of his body was only making the heat in hers start to coil tighter. <br><br><strong>"I sincerely doubt what you desire most is me."</strong> She growled at him, forcing her yellow emerald eyes from his handsome visage because even just staring up at him was making her verge on the point of trembling. Why was this arousing her? Sierra couldn't pinpoint the reason why her nipples were beginning to strain against the rough lace of the lingerie she had worn just to screw with him and now she was forcibly pinned against a wall in a room that cut them off from everyone else in his home. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>26-03-2016, 07:54:20</strong>
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				“Dear, not even you are suspecting its just a hobby. You don’t have to play it off. I suppose I should ti first then, shouldn’t I?” There was a mountain of risk in telling her this, but that was part of the excitement, the rush. ‘Sierra, I’m a hired killer. One of the best. I’ve killed more than just a few people for the right price. Do you really think i’d keep all these weapons and not use them?” he asked, letting the bomb drop. “I don’t enjoy hurting them, i’m no /sadist/. You needn’t worry about that. There’s a rush in the work I admit, but not in that way. I’m not that far.” he spoke with amusement, but he was telling the truth to her.<br><br>“And what I desire the most is a definite good time. And that time? Is you.” He spoke with a more quiet tone, wondeirng how much he could play it up, his body pressing more into her, leaving her no escape. “So that’s me. You’ve found out my sordid little secret. And as for you...” his hand had been resting close to her shoulder, but as it moved to hold against her neck, he did not seek to choke her... But he wanted to feel every breath. “What do you have to tell me? Or perhaps, I can claim this little bitch of a nymph here and now again..” He spoke in a possessive tone once more, eyes looking clearly into hers.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>26-03-2016, 08:18:21</strong>
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				Sierra's eyes widened as he confirmed what she had been suspecting of him now that she had seen this room. But the causal way he told her was rather surprising. It was as though he didn't care what her reaction was going to be. He was that confident in himself and the obvious power of his body and the way he could make her feel already after one night. The look in her eyes was an intense one with mixed emotions as she looked up at him. She was not sure how to feel about the information he had confirmed. He killed people. He took lives and made profit off of it. It should make her stomach churn with illness, but it didn't. <br><br>Her lips parted more as she felt his hand move from the wall until his long strong fingers were surrounding her rather delicate slender neck. In his grasp Sierra felt so very vulnerable. <strong>"A good time could have been with any other woman as well."</strong> She sharply replied, lifting her delicate chin slightly as if it&nbsp; might loosen his grip on her neck, but it didn't. The grip was more controlling than painful. That possessive tone... Never before had Sierra ever allowed a man to claim that she was his. When he said it, and the way he said it as he stared down at her with those intense eyes that felt as though they were practically staring right into her. <strong>"No man has ever claimed me."</strong> Sierra spoke, and even as she did there was that sweet intense scent of her arousal which was only growing as he spoke of her in such a possessive way. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>26-03-2016, 09:27:54</strong>
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				Seeing the extra white in her eyes, his lips curled briefly as he spoke to her still, shaking his head. “Mm... Seeing you like that makes this more worth it.” his fingertips pressed daintily against her neck, keeping her there as he hummed out. “I know I can have a good time with any woman I want. But I didn’t want any woman. I wanted a woman like you. A nymph. And I got you. So that’s what I got, and I enjoyed it quite a lot. As you said, no man has ever made you feel claimed...” his other hand moved for strap of her babydoll, the thin fabric soft in his hand as his fingers wrapped around it, carefully beginning to pry it off. Not remove or peel it off. He wanted to rip it off of her. He couldn’t help but hum out, his chest brushing against hers. “So I wanted to take that challenge on too. I’ve been told Nymphs are so fickle, capricious... So I wanted to see what it was like to be with one myself. And it’s not going to be easy to let go of you, I admit... But, I hired you for a set time.” As the doll strap snapped, part of it followed suit, no longer supported as he let it drop.<br><br>“Or...” his tone trailed off as he whispered into her ear, fully pressed against her. “Do you think I just can’t handle you then? Trust me, nymph.. I can handle you better than any man. I already fucked you like none have, and I want to make you feel owned by someone...”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>26-03-2016, 10:05:01</strong>
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				Her lips began to part because she was unable to stop herself from the way he pressed his fingers into her neck. She could feel her soft and supple skin giving into his grasp. The fabric of her baby doll lingerie was so delicate beneath his grasp and with just that one little grasp of his strength and the fabric tore. That sound and the feeling of the fabric giving away had Sierra gasping. She felt herself trembling against him as her breasts came into view with her beautiful tempting nipples were peaking out against the torn fabric. <br><br><strong>"I think that you're full of yourself! You make a nymph feel pleasure for a night and you suddenly think that you can handle her!"</strong> She hissed at him as her hands finally moved. She pressed them against his firm chest and pushed against him to try and create space between them, but she was unable to. His knee was still firmly between her thighs which began to create a rather intensely arousing and pleasuring friction that had her cheeks turning a shade of dark pink. <strong>"You don't own me!"</strong> She hissed, writhing against him, and the motions of her body were jolting and shaking her breasts against his chest as the torn fabric of the lingerie seemed to sexily drag along her skin. But, in truth, she was growing aroused as her pussy was growing wet.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>27-03-2016, 02:14:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hearing that discontent in her voice made it all the sweeter. His body was held close to her, eyes flickering over her form during her protesting. With her hands against him, she tried to press him away from her only to find no purchase as he adamantly remained where he was. Giving a soft him, he remained calm and cool in comparison to her heated anger, and his eyes looked over her more with interest. “Well then, are you done? I know I don’t own you, not yet. But what’s the fun in giving up without trying to?” He asked, his hand moving for her shoulder, pinning it against the wall. He could see the flush in her cheeks, the arousal mixed with frustration...<br><br>Before long he leaned in with a kiss, his knee riding up further between her lips as his lips pressed against hers. He wanted her here and now, and if she was feeling any regret or fear for having been here in the first place it was far too late to properly feel regret. Instead he hummed out during the kiss, letting her keep close to him as other hand explored her body, going from her stomach and slowly up, body moving away from hers slightly enough to let his hand move without interference.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>27-03-2016, 02:23:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The fact that he added the words "not yet" to the fact that he doesn't own her made a shiver race through her body at the mere suggestion that he was going to try. She had never had such a brazenly bold customer and this was one sexy with a brimming darkness which only made her want him more. That was the frustration she felt then. She shouldn't be so aroused by him this way when she was just learning he was a killer for hire. What could she say to such a thing? Could she try and tell him that he didn't have a chance? Even Sierra was beginning to doubt the truth in such a statement. <br><br>It was when his knee rode up between her thighs that Sierra moaned and arched upwards as her body was forced to respond as she felt his knee press against her slit. Her clit throbbed as she bucked her hips forward and then began to grind herself against him as she grew dizzy from her arousal. <strong>"Fuck you.."</strong> She growled at him, suddenly twisting her slender arms around the back of his neck and uncaring what his hand was trying to do as she pressed her overwhelmingly curvy body against his with her breasts flattening against his chest. Her lips pressed and slanted firmly against his own as she practically began to ride his knee. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>27-03-2016, 04:22:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lucas was a risk taker in many ways, and this was one of them. While she shivered against his body, he was continuing to act bold and confident, not giving in to his predilections just yet. No, he wanted to enjoy this longer, his knee rubbing and grinding between her thighs as he felt her slit pressing in against his pants leg. Rather than any snide comment when she cursed at him, he rather fully embraced the kiss as his tongue embraced hers, a moan leaving his lips as he felt more in control by that point. His other hand moved for the opposite strap of her top, seeking to remove any support from the babydoll and to expose her even more to him as he groaned out, eyes closed shut softly. This was a total delight to him, and an indulgence that he wanted to enjoy. No one else had ever really been in his more personal sanctum, and just the raw thrill of that made this all the more erotic. When she was topless, hisl leg let up between her thighs, only for his fingers to begin rubbing at her clothed slit, the thumb rolling against her clit as he moaned into the kiss, desire and wanton lust readily rushing through his body all the while.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>27-03-2016, 21:58:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sierra had known since last night that this man was different. The way he touched her and the effect of him touching her was enough to make her fully aware that she could fall for this man. It was the one big warning sign that Sierra always looked out for when she was with clients. It was concerning for her to be here for a prolonged period of time due to that one knowledge she had in the back of her mind now. <br><br>Their kiss was broken as she tugged her lips from his and breathed heavily as he tugged down the strap remaining on her babydoll which was the only thing keeping up the fabric. Both of her breasts were entirely bared to him as they pressed against his firm warm chest and the fabric seemed to pool around her hips being held up for the moment by the contact of their bodies which was not allowing the fabric to fall. <br><br><strong>"H..ow can.. you&nbsp; not understand... that this... dangerous?! You need.. to let me go.. before its too lat.e."</strong> She warned him, breathless and moaning as she arched herself up against his hand and pressed her soaking wet slit to those teasing fingers which were driving her wild. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>28-03-2016, 02:33:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“Oh trust me. I know exactly how dangerous it is.” he spoke, giving a wicked smile when the kiss broke. While the fabric that once covered her top was now barely clinging to her, his hands moved for her breasts, eyes locked to hers as they squeezed her mounds, his breathing getting a little heavier. “If I didn’t know the risk I wouldn’t be doing this. It’s so much more fun with a risk...” While she continued to arch herself back against his hand, he soon moved her thong to the side as his fingers moved, touching her now bare and wet slit more directly, a finger slipping into her. “And that’s what makes it so fucking fun... Making a little nymph like yourself properly filled and fucked. That’s exactly why I wanted a nymph, all the danger you represent.” She knew it was risky and he knew it was oh so dangerous, but how could he not enjoy it? This was a delight to him&nbsp; and just like any other risk, the mere thought of things going dangerous brought a pleasant shiver racing down his spine.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>05-04-2016, 23:11:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She knew before she even parted her lips that he was not going to understand the risks. He was reckless and if this room showed her anything it showed her that he didn't care what dangers lie ahead. <strong>"You stupid male!"</strong> She hissed in anger, and frustration that was so deliciously laced with arousal. She could feel it coursing through her as she lifted her hand up to slap him across the face since his hands were rather busy groping her body. <strong>"You arrogant, stupid male!! This isn't dangerous because I am a nymph!!"</strong> She growled at him, bucking rather wildly against his hands as though she needed and desired so badly to break free of his hold. <br><br>Her body slowly lowered against the wall as his fingers expertly manipulated the nerves along the walls of her rather sensitive body which throbbed for him as those slick walls tried to grip him tightly. A slow, soft moan left her lips as she tilted her head back against the wall. Her breasts shook from the way her breathing shuddered out from her parted soft lips. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>14-04-2016, 08:36:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“Mm, trust me. I know exactly why it’s so dangerous.” he spoke, watching the way she seemed to growl back at him, her anger all the more evident as he gave out a small, teasing huff. “but I know why it’s just as dangerous for me. You think I don’t know you enjoy that? It’s written as clear as day all over your face, your body...” Even the way she moaned out and her hips rolled back against him. With her constant motions. He’d have to be an utterly blind fool to not realize it! But it was oh so fun to tease, and he wasn’t about to let her have an easy time of it, one way or the other. When her body lowered against the wall, his fingers rewarded her submission with faster movement, wanting to tease out every little emotion that he could from her. “So you can ahh... relax, and let me take care of it. I’m not going to let you get that addicted, not If I can help it, my nymph.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>16-04-2016, 00:54:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				There was so much more that she wanted to growl at him in defiant angry from the way that he was so arrogantly behaving about this matter. It was clear that he was so very unconcerned and still Sierra remained entirely unconvinced that he was aware of the dangers. Her mind was becoming enough of a foggy haze that she was starting to lose interest in worrying about this for the time being. Not when he had her so deliciously at his mercy with such pleasure racing through her body. The faster his skilled fingers moved the more her body trembled and even jerked upwards against his body with her bared tits shaking obscenely from the movements. <br><br><strong>"You don't ...! You don't... understand at all... that... I coul...d fall... in love with you.... and not ever want to leave!"</strong> She hissed at him, breathless as her cheeks were painted a bright pink from the admission and the pleasure which had her silky hot walls clamping firmly all around his thick cock. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>16-04-2016, 02:58:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“Oh?” Looking at her flush cheeks, when she admitted why it was a bad idea he just leaned in, wanting to offer the tempting fruit of sin even more directly. “And just what is so bad about that, my dear? A nymph does not die if she falls in love, does she? And if a man can satisfy you, make you feel like none other.. Then what is so bad about that?” Did she has an answer? Perhaps she did, but he wasn’t about to openly hear it as he continued to tease her, lips brushing against her ear in a soft way, almost the same way he’d tend to a lover. Meanwhile, his fingers clamped own hard against her slit, grinding deep into her as he continued to rub his thumb against her clit, wanting to have her sopping wet. If she had no desire to submit to him mentally, then he was more than happy to take away her physical strength, to have her body betray her ideals for him. That was more than fun, as even he could feel his arousal growing by the moment, the look of pleasure coming from her sending a shiver of wanton pleasure down his spine as he denied himself the chance to take her for the moment.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>16-04-2016, 03:51:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"No... of cour..se not... but.... it means that I could be .... hurt by you..."</strong> She replied, but even as the reply slipped from her lips Sierra was being pushed deeper and further into pleasure. Her thick thighs were trembling from the firm way he was fingering her tight pussy which was gripping him firmly and his thumb firmly grinding against her erect little clit only made it worse. How was she supposed to resist this? Sierra already knew the answer; she couldn't. She was trapped against the wall between his body and the wall, but somehow... being powerless against his firm figure aroused her more. She didn't get the chance to be dominated like this and feel so overwhelmed with pleasure at just being dominated like this that her body was already closing in on an orgasm. <br><br>Her lips parted even more as his thumb firmly grinding against her clit finally sent her over the edge. She cried out, the sound completely hidden from the rest of the manor by these thick walls, and Sierra grew rigid with tension against him as her clit throbbed so intensely. <strong>"Lucas..."</strong> She whimpered, her head tipping back against the wall as her full curvy hips began to buck firmly back and forth grinding her clit even harder as her walls gripped his fingers in a near death grip as more of her juices flooded forth. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>16-04-2016, 04:08:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“Mm, love is all about giving someone the power to hurt you, but hoping they don’t. Isn’t that what love is? So that’s just natural, Nymph.” He spoke what she was so fondly, and he would be lying if he said he wasn’t smitten with her. But seeing her like this, hearing her own hesitation made him all the more excited. Why hesitate? He was so certain of himself that he wanted it to just be infectious, his line of work left him little room for doubt, and he had little desire to see her doubting anything serious. “Nnnf... Even the fucking way you whisper my name is so hot. Are you sure you don’t want to fall for me? It’s so easy for someone to fall for someone else... Who knows?” he spoke, his other hand cupping her cheek. “Maybe i’ve fallen for you already.” he spoke with a smaller grin, eyes looking back into hers lustfully.<br><br>“So if you want to, don’t deny it. That just makes it hurt all the more, doesn’t it?” he asked with some excitement, his breath rolling softly against her, his fingers slowing down for something more sensual and intense, rather than the overwhelming pleasure of merely fucking her with them. Lucas wanted, ached to control her body, to make her positively squirm, to have her writhe in pleasure and cry out the name of her new lover.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>16-04-2016, 04:26:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"Just... stop... please! I do..n't want... to think about it anymore..."</strong> She begged of him, it was unsettling to even think about this entire thing that he was suggesting. That she could love him and that it would be alright. That it would hurt more if she hid from it and tried to deny it, but Sierra was too used to be terrified of love to not be scared of such a sensation. He was already an intense enough man that he could make her forget all of the reasons why she needed to fear love. She wanted to give in after so many years of being alone and with numerous men who would forget about her by the morning. And she already was aware that he was the man she could fall for and care for so deeply. <br><br><strong>"Why ... can you not... accept that... you make my body ache for you? That... you are the only man I enjoy being dominated by... as though you can claim me... be possessive over me... Just... leave it ... alone.."</strong> She murmured, her voice growing heavier and more heated as she spoke. Sierra twisted her hips enough that she dislodged his fingers and drew one hand down to take the hand that had its fingers within her. She brought those fingers up to her lips as her intoxicating yellow-green eyes stayed focus on him and she slowly drew his fingers into the warmth of her mouth as she suckled her own juices from his fingers. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>16-04-2016, 06:57:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“You don’t have to think, darling. You just have to sit back and enjoy it, and whatever happens, happens...” He spoke softly, hearing her beg was the strawberry on top as he hummed out, satisfied beyond belief in watching her act like this, seeing her positively ache for him as he growled out, his teeth nipping against her ear while his fingers thrust into deeper and slower. He wanted to make everything agonizingly perfect, to bring her to that height of pleasure but prevent her from actually peaking over it... and by all accounts he was already doing a damn fine job.<br><br>“Oh, I know exactly how much I make your body ache. But I want to make you mentally ache for me, even more. I am something of a selfish lover, but I want to actually claim you, not just make you feel claimed...” When her&nbsp; hand brought his fingers to her lips, he leaned in once more, allowing her to do what she willed while his other hand cupped her cheek, his chest pressed firmly into her breasts. "Unless you're scared of truly being dominated..." He spoke, almost a dare.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>16-04-2016, 07:21:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There was a look in her yellow-green eyes as her lips slowly parted around his fingers and she let his fingers slide out of her mouth as she stared up at him rather breathless and looking absolutely vulnerable in the most sensual way possible. <strong>"I'm ... scared.. of how much you make me want to stay..."</strong> She replied honestly. He was so close to her with his body firmly pressed into her that she didn't know very well where he began and she ended. She could feel him with every fiber of her being and every nerve ending was alive for him. <strong>"I'm already dominated by you... I'v.. e already.. begged you to claim me.."</strong> She whispered, her lips trembling with her stuttering heavy breaths that she was taking as the intimacy of that moment seemed so tense and filled with passion she wasn't sure if this was real. <br><br>The intensity of that moment was rather surreal as she looked up at Lucas. Her hands had come to rest across his chest which was already firmly pressed into her. <strong>"Why... is this so important to you, Lucas? I'm just.. an escort you met.. last night.."</strong> She murmured quietly, her voice sounding so sensual and sweet all in one as she looked up at him with her body so heated with arousal for him. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>16-04-2016, 08:39:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“If you’re scared, that’s just an emotion which can more than easily change.” he growled out, eyes on her. “Trust me. Fear is nothing, I had to quickly get over fear when I started doing what I do. This? Is fun, more than anything. Why are you so afraid of something that should be so fun to embrace?” He spoke, letting his now free hand press in against her breast, fingers perfectly molding to the pert, plump mound. “Mmm... As for why it’s important? Every day can be my last on this job, I want to enjoy it every moment I can, even if... Perhaps especially if its a bad decision.” his eyes looked to hers with a steely composition, he was quite serious. He wanted to live life to its fullest, and that meant taking what he wanted, and her? He wanted her, badly. His breathing hitched rather heavily, lips being locked as he held her against the wall, his breathing harder and heavier by the moment, blood rushing between his thighs and to his aching erection.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>16-04-2016, 09:11:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"I can't give you more than I already am... I've already given you more than any other man. I won't admit something that I don't feel yet. If what you want to hear is that I can see myself falling in love with you and wanting to stay, then you have that admission. There has been no other man who has made me feel the way you do. Which is why I did not want to come back."</strong> Sierra replied, her voice seeming to lift and fall in the tone as his firm hand cupped her full breasts and teased them with his deft fingers which knew just how to pluck and twist and circle in the right way. <strong>"What else is it you want from me, Lucas? You have me to yourself for 90 days... Even if you go out tomorrow and are killed... You already more of me than any other man has. Is that not enough?"</strong> She asked, trying to maintain this rather intense conversation when he had her body so on edge for an orgasm that she was literally trembling every second. <br><br>She found herself leaning into his body and her plump soft lips began trailing kisses from his firm jaw down along his neck. Each little inhale and exhale could be felt against his skin as her trembling hands slid along his broad shoulders traveling up into his hair as her slender fingers curled at the back of his neck. Sierra's lips trailed upwards to his ear, <strong>"Accept that you have me, Lucas... that you make me feel weak in the best way.... that I enjoy this dominance that seems to surround you at times... even the almost menacing look you had when you found me here...it was enough to make me dizzy from arousal... Something about you makes me feel as though I need you and I .. can't give you more than that right now... You have me right here... right now..."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>16-04-2016, 09:18:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“Well then, where else is the hesitation? Because if you want to stay, you are more than welcome. You’re too worried about what could be instead of what is, and you just need to live in the moment.” He spoke much more confidently. “If by the end of ninety days you still think it a bad choice? Then you can leave freely. Hell, i’ll double what I was suppose to give you, you could live for years off of that alone.” he spoke more than assuredly, his hand groping her breast more openly as she kissed against his rough jaw and down his neck, the words vibrating out of the latter. “mm... But if you can't take it and if you want to stay for longer, what then? You can’t deny it, and I will notice if you’re lying... What’s so bad about giving in...” His hand moved for her neck, fingers pressing down a little more firmly as she spoke about her being there right then. “Because the way I see it, it’s just denying something that gives you pleasure. Why on fucking earth would you ever do that?” It was something of a selfish and hedonistic view... But he was a killer, his passions more than dictated his actions, and he was very, very passionate for her at that moment. With his other hand leaving her breast, it was not long before he soon began to move for his belt, letting it slide off as his pants were then lowered, cock becoming more and more visible.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>16-04-2016, 09:33:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"Lucas, stop talking.."</strong> She purred, her voice still having the seductive breathless tone to it. <strong>"If you are curious about what is right here and now... then focus on me... You have 90 days and if you want me to stay... If you want me to never leave you... If you want me to love you? You have 90 days to accomplish it."</strong> She boldly replied before she silenced anything else he could say by taking advantage of his hands being busy and gripped his locks to firmly and passionately kiss him. Sierra couldn't deny that she wanted him. That she felt as though he body was made for hers and that was after just one night of the most incredible pleasure she had ever felt. Her lips slanted against his as she kissed him with all the passion she was feeling for him. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>16-04-2016, 09:39:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Finally she was seeing on the same page as him, and partly through her speed he just kissed her roughly, tongue seeking out hers as one hand moved for her thigh, bracing her against the wall as he sought to keep her leg locked around him, the head of his cock beginning to tease her thigh before firmly, deeply sinking into her. The cold wall was a harsh contrast against his warm body, and he quite enjoyed having her locked there, his other hand soon steadied against her other hip as well, wanting to make sure she could not move that much. Once he began to fuck her with steady and heavy thrusts, his teeth nipped against her lower lip during the kiss, eyes closed as he let his closeness work, his taut chest pressing into her breasts over and over, the room perfectly soundproof so as to ensure none could hear what was going on. Even that was a&nbsp; delight for him, to know that to the outside world, they were simply gone while he took her within the room, not a soul knowing what they were doing...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>16-04-2016, 09:46:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sierra found herself thoroughly enjoying being at his mercy. The way he had her perfectly pinned so that she was absolutely unable to do anything, but press and writhe against his body was becoming a rather overpowering turn on for her. She held that kiss for as long as she could, but the more he thrust into her firmly gripping velvety body the harder it was becoming to breathe. It was with a rather loud gasp that she parted her lips from his and tilted her head back against the wall as her body thrust into his every movement against hers. Every thrust he made had those pert full breasts shaking and slapping a bit lewdly against his chest. <strong>"Lucas..."</strong> She whimpered, her voice breathless and growing somehow more sultry from her husky tone as she firmly locked her thick thighs around his thrusting hips to encourage him to firmly fuck her. Her wetness was growing even more as her juices dripped down across his length and even trickling over his heavy balls which were slapping against her rounded ass. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>19-04-2016, 06:23:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				While Sierra&nbsp; completely enjoyed being at his mercy, he was more than happy to make her be at his mercy. His body kept her firmly against the wall, his hands both supporting and trapping her as he breathed out in more quick and heated bursts, barely able to keep himself from taking her even harder... But he wanted to pace himself, to bring her to multiple peaks of pleasure and have her writhing under him only to make her scream even harder next time. With her wordless sounds of pleasure filling the room alongside his deeper, more primal almost growls, his eyes were soon lulled, looking into hers with heavy desire, want evident from the way his hips pistoned back against hers. He wanted to say something to her, maybe even get her angry perhaps... but right now,, this was far too fun for him, his lips brushing back against hers while his hips slammed into her, bringing her back hard against the wall behind her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>19-04-2016, 06:58:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Strangely enough, Sierra trusted Lucas enough not to drop her or lose the grip that he had on her right now. The way he stared into her eyes with such a lulled yet feral look was enough to make all of her blood grow heated to the point of feeling as though her very own blood was burning herself. Those growls of his made Sierra whimper in that darkly sexy way which even had her slender throat lightly jerking with the loud noise. She could see why many other women might have also found themselves in Lucas' arms before. His brand of pleasure was rather addictive and Sierra already knew that she was thoroughly fucked on his hook. The material that had covered her beautiful figure was clinging now to her curvy hips which prevented the material from falling further down onto the ground. <br><br>Each firm movement of his hips slamming into hers only further rammed her plump taut ass into the wall and even her back lightly hit the wall behind her; causing pain. That pain only caused more pleasure as Sierra gasped against his lips and firmly gripped his lower lip between her teeth tugging teasingly. Her own body was sliding up and down against the wall as she jerked forwards in his thrusts as her silky walls flexed firmly with each cervix reaching thrust of his. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>19-04-2016, 08:09:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He was a strong man, his grip readily and easily felt as he breathed in and out, curt, short bursts of breath as he pumped steadily into her sopping cunt. The kiss he gave her was intense, tongue forced into her mouth as he moaned out, hands holding those full hips of hers with a greedy want from him, making sure she knew that he was the one fucking her like this – he couldn’t think of any other way to make it more clear. But he supported her, keeping her in his arms, against the wall, everything... he had her perfectly in his grip as he fucked her hard, his chest level with hers as the next few thrusts hammered her into the wall,&nbsp; wanting to make her hair shimmer behind her with every movement. Moaning once more into the kiss, he let her bite against his lower lip, the pain just making his nails dig in harder against her flawless skin, wanting to leave crescent marks of ownership, to remind them both of just how rough he could truly be with her. Moments away from an orgasm, he then sought to steady his pace as well, going for deep though sensual thrusts, breathing out as he broke the kiss, one hand moving from her hip to firmly grab at her neck.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>19-04-2016, 08:22:24</strong>
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				This was the first time that Sierra was quite certain that she was going to see bruises on her skin the next day - that was clear from the way she could feel her skin throbbing beneath her skin where he was touching. The strength in his thrusts was making his point rather clear in her eyes. He was making sure she knew that he wanted her to belong to him. That much was clear from the way he was gripping her hard enough to leave bruises and then when his nails dug into her smooth flawless skin enough that she winced from the strength of his grip and dig of his nails into her skin. <br><br><strong>"Is.. what you want to hear.. is that I want to be yours? To be owned by you? Because, fuck you, but I do!"</strong> She admitted, gasping the words out as his thrusts changed suddenly. There wasn't the harsh slamming of his strong hips into her full curvy ones, but instead hard, deep and slow sensual thrusts which slammed her ass into the wall at an entirely different pace. She could feel the way her ass was now throbbing from hitting the way, but she enjoyed the stinging. And when his strong hand moved from her hip to firmly wrap around her slender neck Sierra looked at him with her cat-like green-yellow eyes. One of her hands moved this time and she tilted her head back as her reddened swollen lips parted on a strangled cry as her fingers ran over her clit. It was enough of a tease to her clit that Sierra began to clench rather firmly all around his cock trying to coax that seed from his cock. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>19-04-2016, 09:47:42</strong>
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				“Of course I want to fucking hear it...” he spoke tensely, his words accentuated by soft little gasps. “But I wanted to hear it from you most of all, to have you fucking admit it to me...” He spoke with a darker tone, letting her have enough space to rub her fingers against her clit. His cock brushed against those fingers as it once again split her inner thighs wide open, and a short little growl escaped from him, eyes focused on her. “And besides... you love this anyway, you little bitch... Are you trying to deny that?” he spoke with a lower drawl to his voice, feeling her cunt squeezing tightly against his shaft. It was not that much longer before he finally exploded, gasping out in sudden pleasure as his seed began to fill her, pouring out with hot, heated spurts in between the new tense bucking of his hips. “oh, shit....” he gasped out in ecstasy, any further words quickly and rather decisively cut short by muffled moans of pleasure, teeth harshly biting against her lower lip as he bucked back against her, having her back and ass hit the wall repeatedly and harshly, wanting nothing more than to make her ache in the same way he was hungering for her.<br><br>One hand remained on her hips, the other against her neck remained there, pressing his fingers in a little more firmly against that perfect skin, holding her slender neck in a supportive though still firm and harsh grasp.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>19-04-2016, 10:20:44</strong>
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				There had been a few and far in between clients that Sierra had been abused by. The feeling was not at all pleasurable when she was with other clients. But, Lucas treated her like this and it was close to making her cream all over his cock. What was the difference? Was it the men? Or was it more specifically Lucas? <br><br><strong>"I... lo..ve it! You hurt me.. and it feels.. fucking good.. You pleasure me til it... hurts! There has been no other client of mine who has made feel like this... I actually crave you to hurt me... to abuse me... in such a good way..."</strong> She moaned such sordid words of admission as he fucked her hard enough to nearly put a hole through the wall they were against. She could feel his hot cum starting to spurt out of his cock and warmly fill her tight gripping little cunt. Her fingers rubbed harder at her clit as she could feel him filling her practically to the brim. <strong>"I.. want... to be yours..."</strong> She admitted breathlessly. Her thighs trembled as she finally began to cum. That hard little clit nestled at the top of her soft pretty pink slit began to throb painfully before without warning she squirted her cum all over his groin as well as her own. Her head tilted back against the wall messing with her hair and making the soft mess of hair knotted and tangled in a sexy way.<br><br>Her orgasm lasted for at least over a minute before she slowly came down from it with her entire body trembling and unable to move against Lucas'. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>27-04-2016, 07:15:52</strong>
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				“No other client... Do you know what it even sounds like when you nnf...” Grunting out, his eyes kept a firm lock on hers, hearing her desire for him to hurt her, abuse her, claim her. A trembling smile soon lit his face aglow from those words, and while he said nothing else, his intent was more than laid to bare as his hips continued to pump into her, the throes of his orgasm driving him to just firmly and constantly thrust hilt deep into her drenched cunt, filling her with every last drop of his hot seed. Leaning in, he silenced any words of pleasure he wanted to say with a warm embrace, tongue meeting hers during the intimate kiss. Feeling her orgasm back against him made it all the more worth it,&nbsp; sealing her silence as his lips claimed her, and his taut and strong body pinned her trembling figure back against the wall. With their combined and mutual fluids dripping down against the floor, his hips soon eased into a slower and more relaxed pace, as just feeling her around him was bliss enough for the moment.<br><br>As the kiss and her orgasm came to a close, he pulled back – not pulling out of her but teasing it, grinding back in and out of her with a steady gait. “If you fall in love with me... There’s no problem with that. And since you have, I see no reason to block it out. I can make you feel like no man ever has before... And I am very happy to do so again, and again... Are you that scared of&nbsp; real man? Of someone who can make you feel like a true woman?” Continuing to speak in a softer tone, there was still an intensity to it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>02-05-2016, 05:43:54</strong>
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				Her body was being pushed up against the wall and grinding against it making her skin slightly burn from the sensation as she clutched her thighs tighter all around his hips. Those shapely full hips bucked forward and was grinding against his body. His hot seed filled her body with its pleasurable burn as it hit her walls which were already incredibly sensitive. Those walls throbbed around his cock as she squeezed him tighter even as she was cumming all over his length. <br><br>That kiss of his was intense as he silenced anything she could have or might have said while his tongue sought out hers. She was up to the task as she twisted her tongue around his and even suckling on that tongue of his softly while she curled her hands along his strong firm biceps and over his broad shoulders. These next 90 days were going to be difficult for her. She knew that already and his sexiness only made it clearer how hard he was to resist. <br><br>As both of their orgasms finally ended and left them both slightly trembling he ontinued to grind into her body making her tender body thrust and arch against his as her cheeks grew hott o the touch. <strong>"There are problems with it.. Whether or not you understand that is becoming rather irrelevant since you can't get it through your thick head."</strong> She scolded firmly, though her tone was firmly she was also sensually breathless. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>02-05-2016, 06:12:23</strong>
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				The clutch of her thighs was achingly tight, but they had both had their pleasure... And as much fun as it was to take her, he still knew he had other things that must be done, that he had to do. So even while he rode out their mutual climaxes the kiss they shared began to die down to a smoldering one before eventually breaking, his pants coming out a little more raggedly, hips pulling away from her as his cock slid out, briefly rubbing against her clit before he moved back altogether. “I see no problems, Sierra. In fact, I think it’s even more exciting... That you don’t want it, but you fucking love it. You can deny it all you want...” he spoke, eyes looking to her with a fierce hunger in them. “But I know at any moment, all I have to do is show that I can make you desire me like a drug... And you’ll melt in my hands.” Just the thought of it was enticing. “So you can keep talking about it being irrelevant, it’s not.” his hand cupped her face affectionately before he began to set her legs back to the ground.<br><br>“For now though, I am afraid I have business to attend to. I’ll be back later tonight, or tomorrow morning. It won’t be that long that I am gone. I’ll be back very soon. I am glad we got to work out some of this before I left... And do keep this a secret, though I have a feeling you will.” he spoke about the room, and it wasn’t meant to be a threat, more that he assumed she’d keep it a secret.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>09-05-2016, 07:19:57</strong>
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				As Lucas tugged his cock from her soaked depths Sierra felt the walls of her tight cunt grip at his length until she could hear the lewd wet noise of his length pulled free from her gripping channel. He was shockingly gentle as he let her down from the position he had pinned her in and her feet touched the floor though she could feel the trembling in her thighs. She didn't have a witty retort or any way to deny that he had the power to make her melt in his hands like butter. This was supposed to be an arrangement which made <em>him</em> melt in <em>her</em> hands, and yet the proof was clearly there from the way she had given into him. <br><br><strong>"I will be here when you return."</strong> She assured, tugging as much of her lingerie as she could back together before she left the room once he opened the doors for her. Sierra could feel his marks on her body and the way his seed dripped down her inner thighs as she walked. The servants looked at her, but the rosy tint to her slender elegant cheeks was a clear sign that she had enjoyed the rough way he treated her. <br><br><div align="center">+++++</div><br>Despite that experience of Lucas dominating her in his weapons rooms - though she still didn't know what to call those rooms other than that - Sierra was still doing a damn good job of resisting him at times. Even then he was still able to make her melt for him and more often than not she wore his marks on her body. Bruises were a rather constant thing either on her neck from the way he'd grip her slender throat or bruises of teeth marks from when he'd bite her, though she'd often beg for him to bite her. More than a few times during the next week in a half did Sierra end up sleeping in his bed after he'd worn her out. It was still unsettling for her that when she would fall asleep draped across his body she felt so calm and peaceful no matter how much violence they would have between them during their sexual sessions. He never hurt her in a way she didn't enjoy and she was beginning to see how easy it could be for her to <em>want</em> to stay. <br><br>There was an event of sorts that Lucas had begun to plan and Sierra had grown nervous about attending it with him. She was an escort, and though she was hired for sexual satisfaction she was also hired to be the dates for these events. It made her slightly uneasy when she learned his parents would be there. It felt like too much for her, but Sierra had given in after a rather long intense night of him <em>convincing</em> her. <br><br>He had even gone so far as providing her with a stunning mask (http://images2.fanpop.com/image/photos/11500000/Masks-masquerade-11502337-500-375.jpg) and dress (http://g01.a.alicdn.com/kf/HTB1oedqIXXXXXXWXVXXq6xXFXXXI/Hot-long-Sexy-Evening-Dress-Silver-Formal-See-Through-Dress-Evening-Dress-2015-New-Formal-Gowns.jpg). The dress itself was normally in a sky blue color, but he had it made for her in silvery shimmering color with tones of purple which fit her beautiful hair which she had taken the time that night to curl. Her beautiful wavy hair was curled into long tight ringlet curls which looked silky and soft with some of the curls pinned up to hide the tie of her mask. The dress was perfect for her figure with enough teasing glimpses of her skin beneath and the way it clung to her curves made the normally elegant dress seem a little more obscene. Her green-gold eyes were looking more intense with the eye make up she had done that night in a smoky fashion to bring out the brightness of her pale unique eyes. And, to top everything off, her lips looked downright sinful with the glimmering pink gloss she wore which brought out the plumpness of her lips. <br><br>She stood in her own room that evening running her hands over the dress and feeling the nerves rake through her body. Though she had escorted many men in her own time this definitely didn't feel the same which left her worried as always. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>09-05-2016, 08:18:17</strong>
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				While he was not hiding his secrets from her about being a hired killer he was not forward with them either. She knew, and if she wanted to ask more about them he would answer simply to her, but honestly as well. He had little reason to fear her afterall, or so he thought. They were in lust if not quite love, and for now he was happy with that arrangement and all that it entailed! She resisted him the best she could, and at times he would press harder, seeking to break that will of hers. She enjoyed the roughness, and he enjoyed being able to be rough with her, something many would be squeamish over.<br><br>His family held certain obligations from him, and one of them had been on his mind the last few weeks even before he had taken Sierra. He was to host something of a party for familial friends and business associates, something of a ball to celebrate continued success. The plan for it was simple, a masquerade-style ball to entertain the guests, and add a bit of thrill. It was unconventional he’d readily admit, but he was a rather unconventional person as well. For him, it was something to be a little excited over, especially since he had someone to be with during the event.<br><br>On that end, he had a gift delivered to Sierra while he was briefly away to organize the event properly and ensure proper catering, entertainment, and other such things. It was a dress, perfectly made for her figure to be shown off, as he did enjoy a bit of confidence in not just his women, but in showing them. He wanted others to be jealous and envious of him, why wouldn’t he? Either way, when it was time for the ball to begin, he was ready. Wearing a mostly black suit, it gave him a rather striking appearance that was likewise accentuated by the mask he wore. (http://g02.a.alicdn.com/kf/HTB1RnOwHVXXXXclXXXXq6xXFXXXi/Pure-handmade-Italy-font-b-Venice-b-font-font-b-Mask-b-font-Masquerade-font-b.jpg) Black with silver trimmings, there would be little doubt as to who he was, but he always did like leaving an impression.<br><br>The event was just beginning, his home now host to at least a hundred friends of his family, business associates, honored guests, even past clients of his families more sordid ‘business’, all under mask and properly outfitted for the masquerade. Live music played a rather lively theme, perfect for quick and heated dancing. Heading through the front doors he looked around, curious as to if Sierra was below as well, he was looking for her dress afterall.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>09-05-2016, 08:34:30</strong>
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				Sierra hadn't known when he would be along since he had been away for a while and she was indeed within the crowd of at least 100 people around her. She could feel eyes on her and it was not anything new for her. The attention she was more than used to, but she felt uneasy while she waited for Lucas. She was near the balcony doors which were open considering the nice night out it was and she had a small flute glass of champagne in her hand though it was clear she had not had much the sweet bubbly wine. <br><br>There was really no way to distinguish that she was a hired escort; not with her elegant poise. In that crowd and in that beautifully sensually sexy dress she looked like she belonged. But, she didn't know anyone there and she was not there for the same reasons which was why she slowly walked out onto the balcony which overlooked his garden. <br><br>In the dimly lit gardens she could see a few couples below enjoying intimacy and she felt heat infuse her body as she took a sip of the cool champagne unsure of when Lucas would be along. What would he think of her in this dress and outfit? She did not look like herself and that she knew. Lingerie and sexy clothing was what she usually wore. Yet, she found herself wanting to know. Would he look at her with that heated look of his that could make her melt or would he be more controlled tonight?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>09-05-2016, 08:52:52</strong>
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				Not finding her in the main room, he knew the party was spread amongst the courtyard and gardens, as he had to play the host for quite a lot of people. However he was not daunted by searching and it was not long before he was looking for her, giving small pleasantries to familiar faces as he passed along the way. For him this was almost a game, he wanted to find her himself and that meant using some of his more natural talents of moving through people and looking over the crowds. It took him a few moments, but it would not be long until he found a familiar blue dress in the gardens, and after that he was something of a game for him. Lucas wanted to sneak up on her, to ensure that she could not see him until it was too late. <br><br>When the time was ready, he slid up behind her, a hand against her stomach and the other intertwining with her hand. ‘Mm, there you are. I was almost afraid you wouldn’t have any interest in this.” he held her body close to his, as he always found the way she nearly perfectly molded against him to be oh so sexy. She was dressed up rather than down, and even that was enticing and different for him. Speaking to her with a heated whisper his lips brushed against hers, causing a few people to look their way for a few moments. Again, he enjoyed the looks, some of jealousy, others of anger. To him, if he wasn’t turning heads, something had to be wrong.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>09-05-2016, 09:08:22</strong>
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				Already she had been downstairs for a while waiting for him and she was beginning to wonder if he was ever going to grace this masquerade with his presence. That was only a few minutes before he found her and snuck up on her rather effectively. She wasn't even sure he would be there and when she felt the sudden very male and hard body pressing against her back with the warmth of the hand along her slender stomach Sierra nearly stiffened in shock. But, his voice was distinct and she felt heat race through her since she could feel the warmth of his hand against her stomach due to the lace of her dress along half of her stomach. <br><br>Her hand trembled for a moment with the champagne flute and she gently set it down to prevent herself from dropping it. <strong>"I don't exact belong here with these crowds, but you went to such trouble that I thought it would be rude not to."</strong> She replied, her voice low as his firm lips found hers and Sierra had to prevent herself from moaning and melting into his touch. She couldn't even bring herself to notice if anyone was watching them or looking. His touch was enough to make her forget no matter how much she fought it. <strong>"So, who are we meeting tonight then?"</strong> She asked, her green-gold lifting to his blue ones before she could feel her gaze drawn back down to his lips. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>09-05-2016, 09:28:07</strong>
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				He was able to take her by surprise, he could tell by the way she reacted, this was something he was easily able to note from years of attempting this on people. He was rather good at it, but this time he only meant to scare, nothing overly menacing was meant.&nbsp; Satisfied as his hand continued to rest against her stomach, the way she calmed somewhat just made his hand on her stomach slide upward, remaining there but edging closer to what might have been considered acceptable. “I kept you waiting, I do apologize. If you feel you don’t belong down here, you’re wrong. There are quite a few people who would surprise you. And anyone I want is more than welcome to be here, even you.”<br><br>“For who we’re meeting...” He spun her around, this time bringing her chest closer to his, a hand resting on her hip. “Some business associates of my family. They’re normal business folk, so you don’t have to worry about anything... underhanded.” he spoke of his hidden profession of course, assuming she’d follow it rather well since she was a smart woman. “When you’re ready that is. Tey already knew I would be a little late with meeting them afterall.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>09-05-2016, 09:37:16</strong>
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				The way that Lucas was edging his strong and slightly rough hand along her slender stomach towards what would have been considered inappropriate touching in such an open place had Sierra's glossed kissable lips parting on a soft noise of pleasure and almost anticipation. For the last week and a half or so she had been used to the pleasure he gave her. The pleasure that she could give him and that was clearly written across her features as she was firmly brought against his chest. <strong>"I ... think that if we're left alone much longer.. your guests might stare a little harder.."</strong> She replied, that all too clear look of desire in her eyes as she looked up at him and slowly drew her hands up along his arms. <br><br><strong>"You look so different tonight.."</strong> Sierra told him, her voice lowering and taking on a slight tone of edginess and throatiness as she curled one hand around the back of his neck. <strong>"Darkly handsome and rather mysterious with that mask."</strong> She murmured, lifting her other hand to trace the intricate and beautiful details of his mask. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>10-05-2016, 01:40:41</strong>
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				“So what if they stare? That just means they are an envious lot.” He spoke with a little more of a jovial tone, though he did relent after a moment, holding her less intimately as some of the crowd dispersed. “It will not avail us well if we are the eye of everyone. Not when I am the host. Still. You are doing well?” he asked, noticing the desire in her eyes all too well, and along with that came a hunger from him as well... One he had to swallow for the moment.<br><br>“I do look different? You do as well. I suppose we both can clean up nicely.” he spoke as he wrapped his arm around hers. “Though you are able to dance I hope. That is something you were trained in? It’s going to be a bit tricky if I have to show you the ropes. We are expected to be dancing.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>10-05-2016, 03:43:31</strong>
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				Lucas' concern was rather wonderful for her to see and it made her smile a little as he relented on the physical intimacy right then and there. <strong>"I am well, thank you. How... was your trip?"</strong> The reluctance in her tone as she spoke was clear that she didn't enjoy asking him about his work trips. She knew what he did on his trips and it made her even more uneasy to think about what he did on those trips. To a degree, most of the time, she knew, but she was not willing to give into her own thoughts and the growing arousal she was beginning to feel at the thought of him coming after killing others to her. <br><br><strong>"I'm afraid, Lucas, I must disappoint... I don't dance all that well unfortunately."</strong> She stayed close to him as he wrapped his arm around hers and they began to walk back inside. There was already a rather large amount of nerves brewing inside of her at the thought of meeting the people in his life that he interacted with on a daily basis or somewhat at least. <strong>"You don't need to show me the ropes, by any means, but I will admit openly that I might step on your toes."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>10-05-2016, 05:08:00</strong>
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				“I’m back in one piece, am I not?” he asked, tilting his head. It was clear why he was gone, his true ‘job’, but he didn’t discuss it for long. Not out in the open at least. “So worry not. I am in good health and your best lover is back for the long term. I shouldn’t have another trip for some time.” he mused quietly, assuming it would likewise allay any fears she might have had. They were an exciting thing to him, dangerous and risky... But, it was not without it’s trials, and sometimes it was just better to really be back home.<br><br>“You don’t? That’s strange, here I was thinking they would have trained you. Well then, if you don’t mind me taking the lead and if you don’t stomp with your heels... Which I assume you won’t, that we can begin when the event starts proper.” he began to walk along with her, soon taking a glass of wine and sipping. “Hungry? Thirsty? you’re practically a VIP here you know, so nothing is really off limits for you here if you want something. Please, take and drink or eat what you’d like, I am just glad to see you.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>10-05-2016, 11:57:42</strong>
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				Sierra could not help, but to tilt her head curiously at him when he mentioned being surprised that she had not been taught how to dance. <strong>"We are meant to be eye candy more than anything and possibly company for pleasures. Its not really a requirement to dance and I think you might actually be the first client of mine who wants for me to dance with him."</strong> She explained as they walked through the crowd and as he offered her food or drinks she shook her head as she looked over and up at him. <strong>"I think I will wait to have another glass of champagne and eat any food until after we've danced a little. It's better if my head is not dizzy from champagne and I really do not drink that much."</strong><br><br>She tugged him along a little faster and was thankful that the music had slowed a bit as she pulled him onto the dance floor with his glass of wine and all. With a small smile she turned to him, doing her best to ignore the curious stares to the two of them, and curled one hand against the shoulder of the arm of the hand holding his wine glass while her other hand took his free hand into hers. <strong>"Lead the way."</strong> Sierra told him, tilting her head a little curiously up at him since this was the first time she'd ever really danced with a client. A lot of eyes in the room were on them since most - if not everyone - knew who he was, but there was an obvious curiosity to who <em>she</em> was with him. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>10-05-2016, 23:32:33</strong>
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				“If i’m the first to ask about it, then I suppose I just keep these little surprises rolling, don’t I?” Lucas grinned even wider for a moment, unable to help the humor. “I’m not much of a fan of drinking, it dulls the senses and I prefer to be alert personally. You never know what to expect, so I want to be on my toes.” But as she began to tug on him a little faster, he more than happily complied as they arrived to the dance floor. Sipping only briefly on the wine before setting it down for good, his eyes soon looked on her, and as one hand moved to steady itself against her hip and the other in her hand, he began to move. It was a simple dance at first, and while many were not familiar with watching him dance... It was obvious he had some proper training with it. “Leading. Just try to keep close to me and when I move, you move.” His body leaned closer to her and while they were certainly not the only ones who would be dancing more intimately, he was wanting to test the waters before wading deeper into them.<br>Afterall, why not enjoy having her so close to him? <br><br><br>The music kept a slow and more suitable pace for intimate dancing which Lucas more than happily worked with. His hands kept her close, his chest brushing against her almost every other breath, and his eyes softly looking into hers. Lucas enjoyed this, and he was going slow enough that one could easily follow his lead... Still, as the dance continued his hand moved from her hip to her back, and steadily lower...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>11-05-2016, 00:41:12</strong>
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				<strong>"I have a feeling you enjoy being on your toes for other reasons too."</strong> She replied, smiling a little more and she allowed him to lead her as she stayed close. Her movements at first were hesitant and she worried about possibly stepping too hard on his feet, but somehow she managed to follow his lead well enough that she didn't step on his toes at all. As he moved, she seemed to move alongside him with a great deal of ease. That was enough to make her feel like she wasn't a total klutz. The movements as they danced actually felt rather relaxed despite how she had never danced before. <br><br>The music around them was a good pace for her to learn dancing as she followed his movements and though she'd never admit it; she was enjoying being this close to him. With their body's mingling the heat between them and making it a rather intimate feeling as she looked up at him. <strong>"Are there certain people you are going to meet here today?"</strong> She asked curiously, tilting her head at him as she felt his hand slowly sliding down across her hip to her back and that was when she began to slightly falter in her movements. It was enough to make her stumble slightly as her body grew hot for him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>11-05-2016, 04:37:59</strong>
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				“Business or pleasure reasons? Either way, I assure you that there’s quite a lot of merit to both.” he replied, seeing her a little more at ease. Lucas was patient as she first was hesitant, and he seemed to have no issue with waiting on her or having her feel more comfortable. But once she was, the pace picked up and he became a little more intense with each passing moment, each part of the song. “Mm, meet? Yes, a few. My family has some trusted business associates over. Old friends. ‘Honest’ workers.” As his hand pressed against her ass he did not hold it hard, but it was quite clear where it was, and that he wanted it to be clear.<br><br>“But we can meet them after the dance. This party is for fun as well. I’m not sure why my family chose me to host something so... elaborate. I’m afraid I prefer entertainment of a much different sort... As you may know.” he leaned in, lips brushing against hers before he dipped her down, his hand&nbsp; supporting her as it slid against her back to ease her there. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>11-05-2016, 10:19:25</strong>
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				The intensity of his gazes and how he pressed into her grew with each passing moment as their dance continued. As she grew more at ease the more intense things seemed to get and somehow her body moved perfectly in sync with his own. <strong>"Are you so sure you want an escort at your side when you meet such people? I can only assume your family must be here as well..."</strong> She murmured, thinking about his family being here only made her more nervous, but it was a topic she would not be able to avoid. <br><br>Sierra's hazel eyes looked up at Lucas as she felt his hand resting over ass which the soft fabric of her silvery-purple dress clung to and made that full bountiful curve that much more pronounced. The way he was holding her ass only made Sierra think of how possessive he could be and that he must be making some kind of point that she was his. It was enough to make her lips tremble slightly on each breath and that only became more apparent when he leaned in with such teasing words to brush his lips against hers. As she felt him beginning to dip her body down her left leg bent at the knee and curled against his hip trusting him with almost all of her body as he dipped her down like that. <strong>"May know? I know the kind of entertainment you prefer.."</strong> She assured him, her hazel eyes appearing in that moment a little more intensely gold as she kissed him deeply right there and then. This dance was arousing her in very different ways than usual. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>11-05-2016, 10:52:18</strong>
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				“I wouldn’t worry about my family. They aren’t here. Otherwise they would have hosted this themselves. They are busy elsewhere and had to leave it to me.” speaking calmly, he continued the dance, the fabric of her dress sheer enough that he could feel her body heat. While she was more on the nervous side he was more bravado and confidence, it seemed impossible for him to be worried, let alone nervous due to family or any other pressing matter. Could a killer even feel fear? That was harder to answer but if he was an indication... He did not. “My my, for a nymph you do worry quite a bit. Why care if others look at you a little ‘off’? You are better than they are. That’s what matters.” he grinned, holding her back for a moment longer before he soon started to lift her back to her feet, spinning her with an elegant motion, soon holding her back with a calm, simple way. <br><br>“Of course you know what kind of entertainment. I only want the best from those who know of me...” Trialing off as the kiss continued, the music continued with a passionate and more intense arrangement to it, perfect for a more sensual event like this. He had not actually planned it but it was easy to roll with, the hand on her hip bringing her closer, their bodies veritably intertwined through the kiss before he took her hand in his once more, keeping her rather close, parting his way through the crowds alongside her. Dancing was a rare thing for him, and he wanted to indulge. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>11-05-2016, 11:11:53</strong>
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				It was rather relieving to know that his family was not here. Though she knew it was going to be hard to part from him Sierra was still bent on leaving at 90 days. She still resisted the pull he had on her for a number of reasons, but even despite her resistance she found it hard to deny that he enchanted her in ways that she had never before experienced. He was a trained killer and yet here he was dancing with her at a masquerade ball. The music was forgotten because if felt as though their bodies were moving to a different tune and it had nothing to do with music as he brought her closer. <br><br>Sierra's lips parted from his, but she remained close to him, enough for him to feel the sweet heat of her breath on his lips. <strong>"You've managed to surprise me, again."</strong> She told him, her body moving with his with a certain amount of ease that felt... Incredible. Their bodies seemed to know each others' well enough that their movements appeared effortless as others watched with awe. But, this time, it was Sierra who wanted to dazzle him and make him feel the incredible breathlessness that he often imposed upon her. <br><br>With fluid graceful movements that likely only a nymph or creature of nature could manage she twisted in his grasp and fitted her back to his chest. She took his hands and drew them across her flat taut stomach as she leaned her head back against his shoulder and began to sway her hips from side to side. <strong>"I hate that you so easily enchant me and yet.. you never seem the same way with me.."</strong> She confessed, finding her own rhythm as she swayed and pressed her backside into his body with many of his guests wondering then and there who she was to him. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>11-05-2016, 16:38:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				If she was still bent on leaving when her time was up he did not know this, nor did it seem to truly influence him. He instead continued the little dance, his mask framing his face and making it that much harder to read. Aware of everything from music, to the feeling of dancing with her, to a few curious onlookers continuing to keep their eye on the two, he was continuing to dance, though it was once again slow as they continued to talk and interact between the dance. “Mm... you know, you do surprise me quite a bit too. You may not know it, or perhaps I am good at hiding it. But you’re out here and actually dancing, well at that. And you aren’t too perturbed by... Well, you know.” he trailed off, figuring she’d get his meaning about her not being scared enough of his profession to run away.<br><br>“So you are rather surprising too. And I enjoy that. The fact that it seems to be something you don’t mind.” he wanted her relaxed after that confession, a hand soon supporting her by holding against her stomach, his hips subtly grinding into her. Of course, since he never really had many lovers around and never one at a dance in specific, there was quite a bit of confusion from his guests...&nbsp; But the host said nothing as the dance continued on, and he hummed out rather quietly alongside the music. “Mm, we can keep dancing as long as you like. But when you’re finished we should at least do introductions with the more important guests. Just in general showing that I am here, and if they are enjoying the party or if things can be better for them. Simple things, boring things really...” but he had to pretend to be a host.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>12-05-2016, 05:54:59</strong>
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				The reaction she was hoping for... Well, unfortunately it seemed to not phase Lucas at all and she smiled slightly as she nodded. <strong>"Well then, we had better make our rounds then or else your guests will think us rude."</strong> She replied smoothly, stopping the swaying motion of her body and stepping away from his body. <br><br>Sierra was rather unused to her teasing not having an effect, but Lucas could brush it off like one might brush off flakes of snow from their shoulders. And why should she care? It was a question she asked herself a lot lately as she gracefully slipped through the crowds to get a glass of water. Lucas was the only client of hers that she felt the desire to impress and it was a feeling that left her stomach twisted up in knots. Even more so when her teasing seemed unable to do anything. <br><br>She politely requested a glass of water from the bar area that had been set up and she took a few good long sips of the water, enjoying as it slid down her throat. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>12-05-2016, 06:09:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“The dance is almost finished. I think we can hold on until then. They won’t be going anywhere for half the night.” He spoke a little more calmly, though in the back of his mind he knew she was right about meeting them with expedience. Still, once the dance was over, he stopped holding her, instead offering her his arm as he walked off the floor with her. It turned a few heads from just how close Lucas danced with her, something he’d never really done before. But while she drank some water, he looked amongst the crowd before nodding quietly to himself and taking her arm again.<br><br>He approached an older looking woman, dressed in a much more conservative gown and her greying hair done in a simple style, showing off her aged though graceful features. Her cream colored dress didn’t show much skin, but she wore it with refined dignity. “Lucas, there you are. I had heard you had a lover, but I wasn’t expecting this.” She then bowed more gracefully to Sierra. “I’m Elisabette Hawken, I work alongside his parents as part of an overseas initiative to expand their business. I suppose one could say I help run their security overseas.” She explained, keeping a neutral tone. “Not that Lucas needs, let alone wants said security. He seems to get into trouble of his own accord.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>12-05-2016, 06:34:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Most of the water from her glass was gone when Lucas took her arm and guided her to the first of what she was assuming would be many guests they might meet with tonight. She remained close at Lucas's side with her hand curled along the inside of his arm closest to her. <br><br>The first person they approached was an older woman with a great deal of gracefulness to her aura, but what she said surprised Sierra. Had... Did people really take this much of an interest in the women that Lucas was with? Despite her shock Sierra smiled warmly at the aged woman and bowed respectfully herself. <strong>"How nice to meet you, Samantha. My name is Sierra."</strong> She replied, and with a beautifully warm smile she found herself asking things that she might have been better off not knowing. <strong>"That must mean you know Lucas very well then. He is a very private man, is he not?"</strong> Sierra teased, looking up at Lucas for just a moment before focusing on Elisabette."[/b]
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>12-05-2016, 07:12:25</strong>
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				As Lucas gave a small nod, he looked to Sierra. “She’s my lady, yes. Someone I like very much, and i’ve been spending a lot of time with her.” he spoke, his hand moving to squeeze hers. “Bit rare from me, right?” he was known as something of a womanizer, but even then he was never known to call someone ‘his’, so to those who heard it, that was something of a chance.<br><br>But as he moved to discuss something with a passing man and stepped away, Elisabette looked to Siera and gave a nod. “Lovely name, Sierra. As for knowing Lucas, i’ve known him since he was a child. I’m sure you’ve noticed some of the more unusual quirks he has, have you not? He’s always been something of a... Bravado. He likes to be daring, he sees everything as a challenge, even if it means nothing but trouble.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>13-05-2016, 23:21:22</strong>
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				Even to Sierra, hearing Lucas call her 'his' had her head turning to look up at him with her hazel eyes slightly widened in shock. It was something that made her nerves twist and churn in her stomach because she knew that what she was fearing all along was already starting to take place. Lucas confirmed that just by saying what he did about her. Her attention was drawn away from him when she noticed him talking to another guest. She looked over at Elisabette and politely smiled though her mind was whirling rather quickly due to the information she was trying to process. <br><br><strong>"Yes, I've noticed that he is... Well, rather one of those kinds of men who want to do what they want when they want damn the consequences."</strong> She replied, shaking her head at the thought of it since she already knew quite a few of his dark secrets. <strong>"I am sure by the time that my vacation here is over he'll find another to try and conquer."</strong> Sierra openly teased, chuckling softly as she brushed off her own feelings since it was part of her job. But, she couldn't hide the way her heart was racing at the thought of Lucas thinking of her as his.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>13-05-2016, 23:44:12</strong>
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				“He’s always been like that.” She remarks, taking a longer sip of her wine. “His family does not like that attitude of his. But they respect him enough to let him host events like these and continue on some of the business they run.” If she meant assassination, she was rather unclear on that, segueing onwards. “We’ll see. He’s never brought a woman to one of these events, so it’s rather curious at least. But I should let you get back to him, there are others i’d like to talk to. I do hope that regardless of what happens you enjoy the evening. And try not to make too big a scene with him.”<br><br>By that time, Lucas had come back with a slew of other people – most of them looked legitmate, and the ones that he introduced he described as various higher ups in his families more ‘honest’ company, and they hardly seemed the kind to lead a double life like him. Eventually they went their separate ways, and before long he was with her again, alone. “Mm, that’s everyone we had to meet, so... I think we can at least enjoy the rest of the evening more properly.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>13-05-2016, 23:51:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It was a rather daunting night for her. This wasn't the sort of thing she was used to doing for her clients. There was no doubt that she was used to being a date for her clients and even attended charities before, but this was a full on beautifully done masquerade ball that felt like something lavish and elegant all in one. It was certainly enough to make her feel out of place as she stayed at Lucas' side while he introduced to so many different people. The conversations that they had were mostly business related and Sierra could tell from most of the people there that they weren't a part of the double life he lived. <br><br>Once she was alone with Lucas she found herself looking up at him curiously. <strong>"Most men by now would want a wife to take to these sorts of events, you know. Not an escort that was hired for three months."</strong> Sierra commented, tilting her head at him for another moment before she focused her hazel eyes elsewhere. <strong>"Perhaps you will after you get used to have a female by your side for these next three months. Well, anyways, how would you like to spend the evening then?"</strong> She asked curiously. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>14-05-2016, 01:29:43</strong>
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				“I think you can tell i’m not like most men.” he spoke when they were finished. “Besides, if I were, I would be rather boring. This is a lot more fun, even if you don’t agree with me.” But as she spoke of what they should do next, he tapped his chin. “I think we could easily retire for the night if you wish. Be done with this party. I have done what is obligated of me, and so have you. The party will go on for a while, but on the other hand I think it best we take a step back from it.” Of course, even leaving it for a while sounded like he could have other things in mind. <br><br>“Regardless of what we do, tomorrow I was thinking we might be able to do something a little more fun, a bit different. How would you enjoy the ocean? I was thinking of going to the beach for the weekend, if only to get away from work and life here. Care to join?” Then again, she didn’t have much of a choice in his mind, he did have her under what was essentially a contract.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>14-05-2016, 02:19:10</strong>
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				<strong>"The beach sounds... great."</strong> She replied, her mind drifting off as she thought about the beach and how nice it would be to enjoy being on the beach as he was mentioning. Sierra couldn't necessarily promise that she'd enjoy the sun hitting her soft delicately porcelain skin, but she could certainly enjoy the feeling of a warm breeze on her bare skin and the water. Nature is truly where she belonged anyways. <br><br><strong>"I guess then after such a busy long day I will let you be by yourself. I'll head up to my bedroom all alone."</strong> Sierra teased, moving away from his body and she made it look like she was going to walk upstairs all by herself. She was behaving as best as she could as she swayed her hips from side to side walking up the stairs, but in that tight silvery purple dress that hide not even the smallest bit of her curves could she be seen as behaving. Her bubbly ass bounced with each twisting sexy sway of her hips and the fabric of her dress seemed to tighten even further around her bottom as she moved upstairs and disappeared to the more private parts of his home. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>14-05-2016, 03:02:13</strong>
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				“Does it? I was hoping you liked it. Do you have any swimming suits? If not, perhaps we’ll need to make a stop and pick you up some.” He trailed off, the thought already quite intriguing. “Regardless I had a feeling that you’d go for that. I don’t intend to keep you locked up in here for your entire stay. I do want to make it enjoyable.” It was something he actually thought on for at least a while. Nymphs were beings highly attuned to nature. Being able to take her out, to let her enjoy the natural world was something he wanted to do.<br><br>“Oh, and don’t think i’m going to leave you alone...” As she moved away from him, and began to walk up the stairs by herself he did linger behind a few moments, just to enjoy the view of her body in that tight dress from behind. It did not take him long to ascend the stairs alongside her, his hand comfortably resting on her plump, full ass. Lucas’ fingers pressing down against it as he kept her nice and close. “Because I think we both know what’s going to be going on... don’t we? I’m going to enjoy peeling that dress off of you and making you scream very, very much.” he spoke in a more heated whisper against her ear, leaning in as his lips brushed against her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>14-05-2016, 03:57:11</strong>
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				<strong>"I don't have any swimming suits, so yes we..."</strong> Her words slowly got caught in her throat as he walked up beside her and slid his hand across her plump ass. Sierra's lips parted on a gasp as his fingers dug into her plump ass and she felt the heat race up her spine as too many memories flashed in her body to remind her body of the pleasure he could give her. <strong>"I hate it ... when you are .. able to do this.."</strong> She murmured breathlessly, finding her body growing slightly weak as she shuddered. <br><br>Sierra reached up and eased off her mask as she looked up at him. Her legs shook and it was only about halfway down the hall from the large room that his event was taking place in that Sierra had to stop walking to lean against the wall. <strong>"If you want me... Then you'd better take me right here or carry me to your bedroom.."</strong> Sierra warned him, and the look in her sultry looking hazel eyes was one of clear potent desire. Her mask dropped to the floor and it was the only other warning he received before she curled one arm around the back of his neck tugging his head down to press her lips roughly against his. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>14-05-2016, 04:07:57</strong>
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				The silence was palpable as he began to ply her, his hand running against her backside in between the grope, and when she murmured against him he just gave a small sigh. “Mm, do you really hate it? Or do you just hate how good it feels?” he asked in a more supportive manner, but as they were only halfway down the hall, he couldn’t help but breath out, watching her leaning against the wall. Of the two options he knew which one was risky and which one was fun, but part of him wanted her all to himself /now/. The hallway was clear enough and away from the party, and as soon as her mask dropped so did his as she kissed him. Passionate and full, his breath came out in more stilted gasps once the kiss broke, his hand moving for her shoulder and down her dress. “Take it off or I rip it off, Sierra...” He wasn’t about to give her long for a choice, and his tone was all but demanding as his eyes lit aglow, desire rather evident and hungering within them.<br><br>His other hand simply moved to undo his belt and lower his pants, there wasn’t much in the way of undressing, but he wanted to fully enjoy himself, and feel her against him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>14-05-2016, 04:33:19</strong>
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				It felt as though part of the mask falling away from both of their faces was some kind of relief to not be hiding behind some mask of polite behavior and elegance. The dress, the make up, the dancing, and everything about that night felt different in a wonderful way that Sierra was scared to enjoy too much. Even the way he kissed her and responded to her hungrily crushing her lips to his was something too familiar. She expected it as much as she wanted it which was dangerous for her. Her breathing was heavy and unsteady when his lips parted from hers. The gloss she had been wearing was gone, but in its place her lips were red and swollen from his kisses in an undeniably sexy kind of way. <br><br>The demanding tone of his voice made her feel intoxicated as though she were high off of some illegal substance that made her head spin and her body warm as if she were standing in the sun just then. She knew that he wanted a reply or at least expected one, but she was too breathless; too overwhelmed with her need for him just then to bother even replying. The dress was hardly something she cared about and she knew he didn't either. It was scraps of beautiful fabric stitched together and she couldn't care about something like that when there was this intensity between them. Her swollen lips leaned up and crushed against his once more, her teeth gripping his bottom lip between hers as her hands began to tug off his suits jacket pushing it to the floor as her fingers deftly began to unbutton his shirt; even ripping some of them off in her impatience to feel him. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>14-05-2016, 04:54:07</strong>
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				The mask slipping off was a more subtle thing for Leon. He was taking off a mask of pleasing others and working with a crowd, to the sort of man he really was. Wanting pleasure and excitement above all else, Sierra brought him both in lavish amounts to the point that being around her just made him feel spoiled. Unable to help himself around her, his hands moved to tear the dress off of her once it became apparent that she wasn’t going to take it off... His hands were demanding and rough with her, not to the point of pain but his nails dragged across the expertly crafted fabric, a tearing noise soon following as he grabbed somewhere firm enough to begin ripping it off of her in whole sale, leaving her in just what lay beneath the dress as a hand then began to wander over her now virtually naked body.<br><br>And for all he cared, the suit was a necessary casualty to everything that was going on. Torn off buttons could be repaired, and as he embraced her lips in a deeply rough and passionate kiss, his tongue sought out hers after the initial jolt of her biting his lip. One hand moved for hers, guiding it down toward his firm shaft, the other simple moving to help take off what remained of his jacket and coat, breathing out a little more heatedly before the broke end. “Fuck... you say you don’t do anything to me but you’re like a fucking drug...” his tone was a quiet growl, intense as his eyes virtually smoldered over for her. “I can’t get enough of making you my bitch, Sierra... I really can’t.” He again whispered agianst her ear, bringing her even closer as his bared chest brushed against hers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>14-05-2016, 06:10:01</strong>
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				The sound of ripping fabric was a rather welcome one considering how badly she wished to feel his skin against hers after an entire night of acting the part of graceful elegant date at his side. His rough and demanding hands that were running down her skin as the torn pieces of fabric hung off of her body made Sierra moan against his lips. Her heart was racing against her chest enough to feel like it might come out of her chest and it made her stare up at Lucas as she felt his hand guide hers toward his length which she firmly curled her hand around. <br><br><strong>"It's just the novelty of me being a nymph I'm sure.."</strong> She whispered softly, her voice slightly hitched from the pleasure she was feeling of rubbing her hand and then back down along his cock. The silvery purple cloth remained half on and half torn on her body. She wore no bra on beneath the gown, though she was in a pair of white garters with a purple and white thong. She had white thigh-high stockings on and wore high heels which gave her this elegant yet trashy look that some fit her with her hand wrapped around his throbbing cock as both of them stood in the exposed hallway mostly naked. <br><br>Her breasts strained upwards to him and brushed her nipples against his bare chest. The sensation made her body throb and she could feel herself growing hot and clenching between her thighs wetting her own thong. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>14-05-2016, 07:54:05</strong>
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				With fabric in tatters around them both, he couldn’t help it. Something about how primal it was, how... different it was with her. There was little in the way of formal affection, or having to court her slowly. They both just knew the other, what they wanted, how to get it... That was what he wanted. No other woman had ever compared to this before and he believed none ever would aside from her. His eyes just continued to look into hers with a deep hunger, palm squeezing against her breast as his fingers clasped together to cup her naked breast.<br><br>“Not just the novelty of you being a nymph... I just fucking want you like I need it. Don’t make it seem like you’re not the same way...” As her hand curled around his aching cock, his other hand moved for her face, clasping against her cheek as his thumb moved softly to just under her chin. “Because I can see it in your eyes too. You want this, and i’m more than happy to give it to you. And if you say you don’t... I know you’re a fucking liar.” Making sure she looked into his eyes, he forced her against the wall, biting her lower lip softly before going in for a longer kiss, his hand still against her cheek to keep her there. He wanted to show her just how serious he truly was for this.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>14-05-2016, 08:11:50</strong>
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				As Lucas intently stared into her eyes, Sierra was unable to move her own away from his. There was a magnetic pull that felt as though it forced her to keep her eyes on him. Looking away from him was impossible in that moment as he stared at her as though she were his world. She blamed such thoughts on the rather enchanting evening if it was all just an illusion; as she had convinced herself it was. Her slender, warm, and soft hand that was wrapped around his throbbing length seemed to squeeze him a little tighter as his own hand gripped a full bouncing taut breast that overflowed even his big hands. Her nipple was rubbing, however slightly, against the middle of his palm.<br><br>She drew her hand up on his cock and teased the pad of her thumb over the very tip of his cock. Her lovely hazel eyes lifted even more until she was staring into his eyes though her own were growing heavy lidded as she looked up at him. Could she deny him even that? Sierra already knew she couldn't as Lucas forced her against the wall and she gasped as he drew her full lower lip in between his teeth which he bit. The kiss this time was longer and deeper as he initiated it making Sierra start to forget her surroundings as she moaned into his lips. One of her legs lifted to wrap around his bare hip and she pressed herself closer so that she could grind her heated wet folds over the tip of his cock. <strong>"I won't deny it.."</strong> She admitted. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>14-05-2016, 08:43:56</strong>
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				“Good, I knew you wouldn’t.” The way herbody responded to him, feeling her rubbing against him, the way she teased the tip of his shaft and just the heaviness in her lovely hazel eyes. It was all too much to even attempt to hide her feelings, he felt. But as her stocking clad leg wrapped around his hips to draw him in, his other hand moved from her cheek to move her thong to the side, not even wasting time with foreplay before he began to thrust his shaft into her, moaning out a little lowly. “Fuck...” Every time it felt even better than the last, and as he couldn’t help but go hard and firm into her, his breath rushed against her with shaky and heated bursts, his strength more evident as his other hand moved for her hips as well, brushing against her thigh to keep her locked against him, and lifting her with his hands and arms to help bounce her against him.<br><br>“I want you to know... I have never wanted a woman like I crave you.” Whispering into her ear, a hint of stubble grazed over her skin, rough and firm as continued to softly speak. “And just doing this... Fucking while we could be seen by anyone... You are a dirty little bitch, aren’t you?” His teeth nipped against her ear, another steady moan of pleasure escaping from his mouth and vibrating against her as he hummed out. His hands were busy keeping her locked around him, but his chest pressed hard against her upper body, his skin almost feverishly hot from arousal. While he was also trying to keep a little quiet, every little moan and gasp of pleasure came out a little louder against her, in between other words of pleasure. “And i’m going to mark you as my slut tonight whether you want it or not.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>14-05-2016, 18:18:50</strong>
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				There was no foreplay this time and Sierra certainly didn't seem to mind that at all as she tossed her head back against the wall she was firmly pinned to moaning as he pushed aside her thong to sink into her warm depths to the base of his cock. A shudder raced through her as she felt him buried inside of her and the sensation of his length filling her up so wonderfully had Sierra arching upwards to meet his body with her breasts firmly pressed against his body. Her plump ass writhed and pressed against the wall with her squirming in pleasure, but not before long her ass was being slammed against the wall instead. Loud lewd noises of her flesh hitting the cool wall seemed to reverberate around them. <br><br>Hot slick juices spilled forth dripping down across his length as Sierra thrust into his hips her walls clamping firmly down all over his cock. The heat of his breath on her ear made her body tingle with goosebumps from the sensation of such sensual heat against her lips which trembled apart on the sound of a breathless whimper. <strong>"I do want you to make me your slut..."</strong>She admitted in a husky 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>15-05-2016, 00:27:59</strong>
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				He could feel the feverishly hot warmth of her inner walls gripping and squeezing his cock, his shaft twitching and aching in her as he sought to fuck her deep. Every smack of his hips against hers brought her juices down against his cock and balls, and just feeling that warmth against his sensitive parts made him shudder out a rasping growl next to her ear. By this point he didn’t care if anyone saw or heard them... And they weren’t quite being quiet. He sought to pin her hard against the wall, nearby framed paintings rattling slightly and the lewd, lurid sounds of pleasure filling the halls more and more and threatening to even be heard over the music otherwise drowning it out. Slowly one of his hands moved from her hip, slowly trailing up the curve of her body while he continued to hammer his shaft hilt deep into her tight cunt until his hand rested against the side of her face again. Pulling back for just a moment he looked into her eyes with a smile, before leaning into the embrace with another passionate kiss. Every moan of his vibrated back into her mouth, his other hand digging his nails hard into her skin and leaving crescent shaped red marks.<br><br>There was hardly anything subtle about the way he took her, and the hand on her face kept a firm grip, wanting to feel her there in a rather open moment, breathing out heatedly as he felt a shock of pleasure racing up his spine. Every breath he drew back in pressed his body and chest closer to her, pinning her even more firmly against the wall as his body practically molded perfectly with hers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>15-05-2016, 02:44:39</strong>
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				Each thrust of his body into her own had her pressed firmly back into the wall and she could feel the wall seeming to vibrate from how firmly he was fucking her against it. His words from before seemed to be rather true as it felt like he was trying to prove a point that he could fuck into her as hard as possible. One of her hands curled against his left broad shoulder and she dug her nails into his skin just as he did to her own skin. The other was curled against the wall slightly above her head as her thighs were firmly wrapped around his waist. Her free hand drew down from the wall and she curled it into his dark locks as she leaned forward to press even more firmly into his kiss. <br><br>Her hair was quickly becoming a tumbled mess of silky silvery-purple locks as they fell from their pinned places and shook free from the wild way that he was taking her. Even the heels of her high heels were starting to dig into his upper back of his thighs as she thrust forward against him firmly trying to practically ride his hard deep thrusts as they came inside of her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>15-05-2016, 05:27:35</strong>
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				Her nails were clawing at him all the while and that release of pain was more than enough to eke out a heated and warm growl of pleasure, his hips bucking a lot harder into her as a response to it. And even the little marring marks she left with her nails against the wall didn’t bother him, even if they chipped at paint and wood. With one hand still at her hip, it slowly moved down to her thigh, taking her smooth and thick leg in his hand as he held her close, leaning back just a little for a completely different angle in penetrating her. He as going for deeper and slower thrusts, balancing her body against him as he took it with a more intense and steady pace. She was always so compliant with his movement, and just being this closer to her made him shudder again, her fluid leaking down his cock and thigh just as it had before, staining his pants legs. Again he cared little on such seeming trivialities, his eyes more hazed over with wanton lust, his body slowly beginning to tense as his climax got closer and closer... Though that hardly stopped him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>15-05-2016, 07:22:51</strong>
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				After being at his side that evening and playing a somewhat part of hostess to his host she was pent up. She was not the type to go to such formal polite society kind of gatherings, but she was able to enjoy being with him the entire night and now she was getting pounded into the wall. She used the grip she had on his hair and used the leverage to slightly straighten against the wall and start to slightly ride his cock in a rather unconventional method. Her hips lifted up as she used her inner thighs for strength and thrust back down onto his cock. Soft tendrils of her curled silvery-purple hair caressed parts of his shoulders, face, and arms as their bodies moved together. Each hard, and deep pounding of his thick cock into her body caused rather loud moans to leave her. She was not moaning loud enough to drown out the music, but if anyone stepped away from the party and made their way upstairs to them; they would hear the sounds of grunting, moaning and wet flesh hitting each other. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>15-05-2016, 08:10:37</strong>
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				He was just as pent up as well, all of that aggression and natural passion had been bottled up until he could take it out on her. He wanted to be wild and free, not like he was down below. With his hands continuing to hold a rather vice like grip on her, his hips slammed back into hers wet and loudly, thrusting her back against the wall as he rasped out a heated moan against her ear. “Anh, fuck.... So close Sierra...” But he didn’t want to finish in her, no... despite how tight she was, how her inner walls were milking out his climax, he sought to at least bring her enough pleasure to mount over that threshold, but he was quite honest about wanting to at least mark her in some way or the other... So his plans were a little different this time. Every little buck of his hips, every grinding motion from his hips.... His hand moved from her face down to between them, finger rubbing on her clit with swift and circular motions. <br><br>Lucas wanted to fuck her hard enough to make her scream, a part of him almost wanted to be caught, just to make things a little more exciting... Even if it was just others knowing&nbsp; he was taking her rather than seeing it. One way or the other though he’d have it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>15-05-2016, 09:44:35</strong>
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				There was always a possibility of her holding out from the pleasure he gave her, but more often than not she couldn't withhold an orgasm. That was the case just then as he moved his fingers down between her thighs to rub across her clit which throbbed in pleasure from the sensation of his fingers rubbing such a sensitive bundle of nerves. <strong>"Lucas..!"</strong> She whimpered out, the sound loud enough that a few servants still lingering in the halls upstairs stopped doing their work out of pure curiosity. Her head was suddenly tossed back as she felt her inner thighs begin to tremble from how incredibly tight with tension that grew. Her muscles could be felt trembling and shaking around his hips as she began to orgasm. <br><br>Her breasts bounced rather pertly despite their size and as she arched upwards, curving her slender spine to press the front part of her body against his chest, those thick smooth yet hard nipples were rubbing across his firm toned chest. All of these incredible sensations made her cry out loudly as her eyes shut in pleasure and juices seemed to be flowing out of her at a rapid rate as though her body was simply unable to stop them. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>15-05-2016, 10:28:32</strong>
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				There was always a bit of that risk, but this time was no different than the other two times he took her. With his hand furiously and roughly grinding against her clit, he gave out a deep and heavily satisfied moan as her body tensed, and clung to him even more. Just feeling the way her body clamped down against his, breathing in and out with every lurid breath and trying not to come, he was rather slow... but that hardly stopped the whimpered scream of pleasure giving him a rather pleased, confident look. “Mmm...” Oh yes, this was quite delightful for him, and just feeling her coming for him and him only was an almost intoxicating drug. One he needed more of every time he got it, it felt like.<br><br>Her body arched up and pressed her against his chest, and all through the orgasm he kept pumping into her with a slow pace, his fingers on her clit doing most of the work as he let her ride through her orgasm, waiting until she was firmly sated as he instead just focused on rubbing against her. If he still tried to fuck her he knew he’d come too early... “Mm... Holy shit you’re always so... fucking amazing.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>24-05-2016, 21:18:50</strong>
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				Her breathing was heavy and labored with each stuttering heavy breath that she took. Those heavy pert breasts of hers trembled and jiggled from the way she was breathing. It was quite clear that he had literally rocked her entire world and Lucas hadn't even cum yet. Slowly, the haziness cleared from her vision and she rested the back of her head against the wall behind her. It felt like he had turned her entire body into nothing, but jelly. This time was hardly much different in that aspect from any other since every time they were together like this Lucas made her feel incredible and see stars from how hard she would cum. <br><br>Once she caught her breath somewhat she leaned forward and grasped the back of his neck with her hand to press her lips against his firmly. She gave him no choice as she curled her arms around the back of his neck to press herself closer to him as she deepened the kiss. Though it was a very firm kiss there was none of the urgency from before, but there was an incredible amount of the passion in that kiss. Slowly, she tugged her lips from his and looked up into his eyes. That was when Sierra knew that she was already in danger. She was falling so hard for him. <strong>"You're not so bad yourself.."</strong> She teased. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>25-05-2016, 07:48:39</strong>
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				“Good,i’d hope i’m not that bad otherwise this would be an awful display, wouldn’t it?” he asked, taking a moment to compose himself as he felt her body against his, his hips a little firm against her and supporting the both of them against the wall, trying not to totally lose his calm. “But that doesn’t change the fact that you’re amazing!” He had hoped others heard him taking her, but even if they didn’t he was more than fine with just having her. Who else could say they had that opportunity? Breathing out, he had pulled out of her before long and let her rest as he moved against the wall, looking at the torn off clothing around them. “My my, quite a mess if we damaged this all more and at least a few hundreds of dollars in repair anyway. How about we go back to the room... And we see if we can handle round two, no?” he asked with a wider smirk, his hands moving for hers and quickly giving them a soft, though firm squeeze.&nbsp; “Or if not, and I do so understand... We should get some rest for the morning. We do have something of a beach trip planned for the weekend, don’t we?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>25-05-2016, 08:09:50</strong>
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				Her body was glistening from light droplets of sweat that slowly rolled down her skin and her eyes were focused on him as he remained rather tightly pressed to her. Their heat was shared as he spoke and his words&nbsp; had her chuckling softly, the sound pleasing to hear as it came from her lips. Her legs didn't feel like they could really support her beneath them and thankfully he held her for a few moments longer before allowing her high heeled feet touch the ground again. The sensation of his slightly rough hands rubbing along her stocking clad thighs was a rather pleasurable sensation due to how the rough feeling of his hands felt against the fabric. It created a pleasurable sort of friction. <br><br>Thankfully, Sierra's thighs did not buckle underneath her and she didn't fall down. Her thighs and legs in general still trembled, but she was able to remain upright without much trouble for now. <strong>"We defintiely did make a terrible mess, didn't we?"</strong> Sierra observed. There were tattered remains of the beautiful dress he bought her on the floor and oddly enough she couldn't have cared less. The idea of moving to his bedroom had her lips curving in a devilish little smirk before she began to walk across the hallway clad in nothing besides garter belt, thigh high stockings and high heels. She knew her way to his bedroom by now and she crooked her index finger at him as she looked over at him once more over her shoulder. She moved with a pronounced kind of grace as her curvy full hips swayed from side to side making that thick taut ass of hers shake. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>25-05-2016, 08:27:40</strong>
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				“One can’t have fun in this world without making a mess. Honestly, this is probably the best sort of mess to make considering what else I do for a living...” Speaking quietly, he grinned before he began to pick up what he could, though he cared little for the wet mess they left on the floor below, that was for servants to deal with when they got to it. It wouldn’t be the first time, but with her it wasn’t gong to be the last, either. Soon catching up with her, his free hand soon rested openly on her ass once again, calmly cupping it as they made their way back to his room. Breathing out with a soft sigh of pleasure, his eyes regarded the room calmly as they strode in, his foot moving to kick the door shut firmly once they were inside and a hand moving to lock it. Even inside one could still hear the party somewhat, and Lucas just hummed out, throwing the tarnished clothed to the floor. “And besides, I do have to punish a slut who can make me make that sort of mess, don’t you think so? And I have some good ideas in mind on just how...” Approaching her with grace, he was almost just as naked as her, a hand against her chin as he made her look up to him. “To do that, my dear.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>25-05-2016, 09:48:49</strong>
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				Sierra enjoyed teasing him and as he made his way towards her she could feel the confidence in his stance as he approached her. His hand on her ass made her heart race just a little as she leaned in against his side. <strong>"MM, so I help you make the preferable kind of mess, do I?"</strong> She asked him. Each step she made had that plump rounded taut ass shaking in his grasp and when they did finally arrive at his room she could feel the arousal still racing hotly through her. The stimulation of her thick toned thighs rubbing together had caused enough friction that added to arousing her body for more. He was fully to blame for her being this way.&nbsp; <br><br>There was the faint sound of the party that was still going on downstairs, but the noises were so faint that she could only hear some of the music just then. As Lucas approached her and inquired about creative way to punish her Sierra took hesitating step back, but he was easily able to suddenly move forward and catch her before she moved away too quickly. <strong>"Why .. would you want.. to punish me?"</strong> She asked, batting her eyelashes teasingly up at him. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>26-05-2016, 05:25:42</strong>
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				“Why would I want to punish you, dear?” He asked, hand moving back up to her cheek to cup it. “Because you make me do awful, terrible things to you.... And punishing you just feels like it would make you do those things even more.” She was teasing him of course and he wasn’t going to take it easily, lips curved into a smile. “Maybe some good old fashioned spanking, or trying you down, or...” he trailed off, thinking while his arms moved for hers, beginning to help&nbsp; move her against the bed until they were both on it, him on top of her with his leg between her thighs, his body heat palpable as he breathed out excitedly. “Or maybe just a good, hard fucking...” but not her pussy – no, he wanted something a little different as his hands moved for her waist, one moving for her ass and letting his fingers spread, one moving against her hole as he looked at her the way a predator would look at prey.&nbsp; “Afterall, I don’t think you can have any objections about that, Can you Sierra?” If she did, he wasn't about to let her openly voice them as he soon kissed her, keeping her silent by a forceful embrace.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>26-05-2016, 07:44:07</strong>
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				Every step she took backwards had her breath slightly catching in her throat from the way he was being so forceful with her. Lucas knew that she loved it when he was forceful like this. <strong>"So we're... calling it punishment, but in all.. honest truth.. it's reward..."</strong> She murmured, her voice trailing off into a sweet gasp as she fell down onto the bed with his body pressing hers into it. She pre-occupied herself with running her soft lips against his jaw and trailing little nips down along the side of his throat. In the middle of lavishing him with such teasing kissing and pecks she was forced to stop when he grabbed her plump ass to tease the tight puckered entrance nestled between those soft cheeks. <br><br><strong>"What if I d---"</strong> The words were suddenly silenced as his lips pressed into her own and she had no choice, but to surrender to such incredibly forceful passionate kiss. Her soft lips parted and licked against the seam of his lips attempting to part them. Sultry little moans were muffled as her hands curled around the back of his neck to slide into his hair. After only a few moments of kissing him that way did she boldly run her left hand down his right side and curl her slender fingers around the thick girth of his cock. His length was slightly sticky from her juices and cum which brought a thought into her mind. <strong>"You can't very well hope to take me without... proper lubrication.."</strong> She teased in a purring whisper against his lips. She brought his tongue into her mouth between her lips and suckled teasingly trying to emphasize her point as she squeezed his length as well. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>28-05-2016, 08:47:41</strong>
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				He was trained enough to pick up the subtle hitch of her throat, and as she basically said the truth he smirked, nodding at her murmured words. “A punishment can be just as encouraging as a reward, so why not call it what it really is?” he asked, looking to her before he soon kissed her more hungrily, moving to have her lips go from being against his jaw, to against his own while he started to toy with her ass, taking it slowly as she sucked against his tongue, moaning out into the kiss as he felt her squeezing his once again hard shaft as well. Figuring proper lubrication would make things easier he soon pulled out of the kiss, his eyes lilting somewhat before he spoke once more. “Mm, trust me... I know what i’m doing.” He spoke softly, soon beginning to rise, his hands laving her as he moved for a nearby dresser and soon pulled out a bottle of oil, soon shaking it with one hand as he moved off of her. “Bend over the bed, and we’ll make this a lot easier, don’t you think?” he asked, giving a wider smile at her, as if he were indeed getting a proper reward.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>29-05-2016, 22:33:02</strong>
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				A small pout formed across her lips as he began to rise from the bed which had her hands sliding off of his skin as she watched him. One slender silvery-purple eyebrow rose up with interest sparkling in her eyes as he pulled out a small bottle of oil. That was certainly one way to make anal sex that much easier and sometimes even more enjoyable for her since stretching out those sphincter muscles sometimes could cause a bit of pain. <br><br><strong>"My, my, my... you are quite full of surprises. Though since you are a bit of a deviant I guess I should of known you'd have a bottle of oil lying around.."</strong> She teased, grinning playfully at him as she crawled across the bed and got off of it once she reached the side of the bed. With a teasing little sway and twist of her curvy full hips she moved around to show him that tempting plump ass that he had been messing with earlier. She took her time bending at the waist and laying down against the bed with her long locks trailing down her back. She flipped her hair off of her back and let it fall down onto the bed as she looked back at him. Her hands came back along her asscheeks - gripping them firmly and parting them so that her asshole was exposed to him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>29-05-2016, 23:40:05</strong>
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				“I’m the deviant? And you’re just some pure, innocent angel I guess in comparison? Please....”&nbsp; With theinterest more evident in her eyes, he just gave a small grin as she got off the bed after a moment, and sawed her hips and full ass against him. She was definitely enjoying the tease, and he wanted to not just reward her but egg her on. As he shook the bottle and began to open it, he let the oil drizzle against her ass before he brought his hand down against her rear firmly, smacking her on the ass with a sound that filled the room from the force of it. His hand just under where her hands rested on her cheeks. “Mm, you’re rather eager...” He spoke, hands and fingers spreading the oil both around her hole and over her ass, nails digging in firm against her skin as he hummed out, keeping the pace more lazy while working the oil in against her skin. When it was all good and ready, his hands gripped her ass as well, leaningin against her as the tip of his cock was forced against her more delicate holy, steadily beginning to thrust into her,&nbsp; a small and heated sigh escaping his lips. Lucas was far more gentle with taking her ass, but even then as one hand moved to hold against her hips, the other soon moved up her body until he was against her hair, fingers teasing her locks.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>30-05-2016, 00:19:15</strong>
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				A warm teasing chuckle passed her lips as he poked at her about how she was hardly innocent. <strong>"Then again...., I've never proclaimed to be an innocent pure angel. After all, they are really quite boring."</strong> She replied, a smoky husky tone took over her voice as she spoke to him. Sierra's bright hazel eyes were growing even more unfocused as he drizzled the oil across her smooth and soft skinned plump bottom. The sensation of his slightly rough hands was enough to make her body become hotter. He would certainly be able to feel the warmth radiating off of her skin due to his efforts. The oil was such an incredible slippery feeling that Sierra's thighs trembled a little from the pleasure. <br><br>Both of her hands came out against the bed, and the messy sheets which her fingers firmly curled into when she felt the blunted curved tip of his cock press firmly against the tight glistening hole. She had certainly had anal sex before, but everything with Lucas was on a different more intense level and the feeling of his cock starting to pierce her hot ass was like electricity humming along her body. A hot little breathless moan came from her lips which parted to take sharper breaths of air into her lungs. Those hot walls were already starting to spread around his tip and it was like a hot velvety molten hole of liquid fire he was pushing into from the amount of heat inside that tight bottom. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>30-05-2016, 02:52:43</strong>
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				“I never claimed to be a good man either, so I suppose being a deviant is more than fine with me.” he spoke with pleasure in his voice, touching her, teasing her, ‘tormenting’ her was deeply satisfying to him, why shouldn’t it be? But there and now he was taking his time in applying the oil, feeling her warm skin against his own, smooth flesh against his harder, rough nails. She felt almost feverish in pitc and even that just excited him, something a little darker and exciting when he finally took her ass, his hand gripping her locks with a firm grip as he pulled her back.<br><br>He continued with those slow and steady thrusts, letting her get use to him, enjoying the more rigid and firm tightness himself. Every moment felt like heaven to him, the hand on her ass squeezing a little harder as he hummed out, body leaning into her as the gap lessened between the two, his stomach against her lower back. It was a bit of a work out for him to pump into her from that angle, but as hie hand moved from her ass to press against her hand, it was a little easier to thrust hilt deep into her. Twitching and aching inside her, his breath brushed against her with a heated sensation, growls and softer but still firm sounds of pleasure escaping from his parted lips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>06-06-2016, 06:25:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He was firmly ramming himself into her bottom with each stroke of his hips that met her ass. Her cheeks jiggled and shook from the impact of his skin hitting hers making a rather loud continual flesh slapping flesh sound. It was rather loud despite the fact that they were behind close doors. Sierra's head was yanked back with his fingers firmly gripping her locks as he rode her ass and it made this beautiful arch of her back that had her ass elevated slightly more than before. <strong>"Lucas!"</strong> She screamed out in pleasure, twisting her hips from side to side as he slammed into her and made those all too sexy noises which reminded her of an animal mating. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Escort ((The Gothic Raven &amp; Changingsaint))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>06-06-2016, 07:42:26</strong>
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				His thrusts into her were rhythmic in some sense, but almost primal in the way he wanted to claim her body and especially her ass. his hands remained where they were with one in her hair, and the other pressing down and squeezing against her hand. A jolt of pleasure raced through him as he pumped back into her, feeling her twisting and bucking hips. Fucking her hard enough to cause the bed to shake and quiver, his breathing became a little more light, his thrusts more tense and direct as that orgasm began to mount and build. Leaning his body more onto hers, his hand soon let go of her hair only to grab her breast and lift her body up, his lips brushing against her ear with each passionate moan and dark heady growl of pleasure.
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