That Collar Suits You, My Dear (Briar Rose & Creative Accountant)
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				Title: <strong>That Collar Suits You, My Dear (Briar Rose &amp; Creative Accountant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gypsy</strong> on <strong>19-12-2012, 21:05:59</strong>
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				(http://i1177.photobucket.com/albums/x359/Briar_Rose_Thorne/Jazelle_zpsc7e8c652.jpg)<br><br>"It's been a pleasure, Your Highness."&nbsp; The succubus curtsied low, feeling the king's eyes linger on the ample flesh exposed by the court gown's decolletage.&nbsp; Her lips curved into a small smile of both pleasure and amusement, and she inhaled once for good measure.&nbsp; Keeping a monarch happy, at least as long as one still had business un-concluded, was simple good business, and Jazelle enjoyed her work ... most of it, anyway.<br><br>The gown was not specifically to her tastes.&nbsp; Despite the plunging neckline, it was heavy and uncomfortable, though she supposed it might serve some purpose in these drafty fortified keeps.&nbsp; Some of her sisters preferred no clothing at all, but Jazelle rather liked it, once she'd modified it to suit her purpose.&nbsp; What human men couldn't see, they wanted to see, and giving them tantalizing glimpses was often the spark that grew into a raging flame.<br><br>She'd have to have something more suitable for meeting her new assignment.<br><br>As if the king had read her mind, and perhaps he could to some extent given their dealings, he spoke as he put aside the simple carved box that held the 'key to her kingdom', setting it upon the table near his bed.&nbsp; "If you intend to visit the dressmaker, please be circumspect.&nbsp; The poor man shook for a week after your last visit and I shall never hear the end of it if the Queen's ladies do not have their dresses for the feast."<br><br>That little tidbit pleased the succubus even more, and her grin widened, and the two small horns that she had hidden just for the occasion peeked out momentarily from beneath her thick black hair, but she murmured only, "I will be the very soul of discretion, Highness," as she faded back into the flickering shadows.<br><br>-----------<br><br>The Hundred Day feast that the king had ordered to celebrate the hundred-day cessation of hostilities along the northern border was a grand affair, welcomed by noble and soldier alike after the short rations before harvest.&nbsp; Others, particularly those in charge of keeping the keep and its defenders supplied, were perhaps less enthusiastic, reasoning that excess during an uncertain celebration might lead to even further austerity during the long, cold winter.<br><br>The day before the feast, the king made a special trip to visit his general early, before he could begin reviewing the troops.&nbsp; Royal prerogative and all that, grumble as he might, General Lemerac could hardly plead pressing business keeping him from the celebration after a personal invitation -- short of anything other than a full-scale attack upon the walls.<br><br>"You will sit at the high table at my side at the feast tomorrow night.&nbsp; I have words to say to our soldiers and wish not even the appearance of dissension."&nbsp; The king's tone was even and polite, but uncompromisingly firm.&nbsp; The king had matured much, or so said his advisers, and most of the soldiers agreed it was a welcome change.&nbsp; Even if he did not take the field itself, they were heartened that the weight of the war's escalation had smoothed both his temper and his tendency to vacillate upon the conflicting advice of his advisers.<br><br>Once he had gotten the general's agreement, he snapped his fingers, smiling broadly as he gazed into the annoyed face of his general.&nbsp; "I had almost forgotten.&nbsp; I have a small gift for you, a token of Our appreciation for your unflagging support.&nbsp; With it come a set of conditions, however - you must open it here in your chambers this night, after the sun has set beyond yon mountains and before the call to sup in the hall.&nbsp; Oh ... and the opening is for you and you alone.&nbsp; I wish no one else to have the opportunity spoil the gift until you have had time to ... appreciate it properly."&nbsp; <br><br>The king presented his general a simple carved box, held closed with a worked leather strap and an ornate lock requiring a key.&nbsp; "I'll have my page bring the key to your door at sunset ... I wouldn't want you peeking ..."<br><br>The king departed with a swirl of his hunting cloak, trailing low-throated laughter in his wake.&nbsp; For a man about to embark upon a politically dangerous treaty, he seemed in a remarkably good mood.<br><br>-----------<br><br>In the darkness of her chamber, Jazelle felt a small jolt as strong hands closed around the box.&nbsp; She smiled, and closed her eyes once more.&nbsp; All was in readiness, and nothing to do now but wait for the night to fall.
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				Title: <strong>Re: That Collar Suits You, My Dear (Briar Rose &amp; Creative Accountant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Creative Accountant</strong> on <strong>20-12-2012, 11:13:20</strong>
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				(http://us.123rf.com/400wm/400/400/markusgann/markusgann1208/markusgann120800050/14846932-an-image-of-a-handsome-man-with-a-beard.jpg)<br><br><strong>"Highness"</strong> said the General as he bowed low while the King entered his quarters without announcement. Dawn had barely broken, flickers of sunlight were beginning to stream in and illuminate the room although Mathias had risen some time earlier to ready himself for the day ahead.<br><br>Mathias merely listened and nodded his approval, well aware that the King was in no mood to be trifled with. His previously aggressive, demanding attitude had ebbed away over the years and left behind a persuasive demeanor that left no room for argument in spite of its polite tones. This change in him was perhaps the key behind the recently signed accord that was leading them to celebrate this evening. 100 days of peace was indeed a landmark to be pleased about, yet Mathias remained uneasy and suspected some sort of unknown trickery from their Northern neighbours.<br><br><strong>"It would be my honour to eat beside you, Highness. Rest assured, each and every one of your men are loyal to the core and would fall on a blade at your behest for I would strike them down myself if I doubted them for a moment."</strong><br><br>A snap of the fingers startled Mathias as a servant suddenly raced into the room holding a small wooden box.<br><br><strong>"Your Highness is too kind"&nbsp; Mathias returned and bowed his head in thanks before the King exited with a flourish, laughter following at his footsteps as he strode down the hall.</strong><br><br>Holding the box in his strong hands, Mathias began to examine it closely, lifting it above his head to view the underside of it and turning it this way and that to peer at the sides. It was in no way remarkable, looking quite plain except for an intricately designed lock. He sat on the edge of his bed and placed the box on his lap, brushing his hand slowly along the smooth upper surface and flicking his thumb over the leathery strap which felt strong and supple in equal measure. He had to admit that his interest had been piqued, particularly by the Kings peculiar behaviour however he had duties to complete and so placed the box on the table beside his bed so as to offer a reminder of its existence when he returned to his quarters that evening.<br><br>------------<br><br>The feast was in full flow. Singing, dancing and laughter filled the air with meat, fruit, cheese wine and ale filling the bellies and it was quite the sight to behold. The King was quite intoxicated by this point, his tankard moving from side to side voraciously in time with the music, spilling its contents upon anyone who dared to sit too near. Mathias found himself moved a few feet further away from the King in order to avoid a drenching and while he himself had imbued multiple ales, he did not find they had they same effect upon him. He was wearing black boots riding boots with silver spurs, royal blue breeches with a thick golden trim running up the outside of both legs, a cream tunic loosely tied and carrying intricate golden designs while at his back rested a long cloak, with a golden furred lining bordering the royal blue material.<br><br>Doubt was nagging away at his mind and blocking out the pleasure of the evening. He did not trust the men of the North to honour the treaty and felt like the Kingdom was marching head first into a trap yet he could not speak his mind as the King himself had arranged the agreement and would not listen to what he considered folly. Even the attention of a female suitor could not lift his spirits as the pretty blonde lass tried to cajole him into dancing. While she was fair of face and reasonably well endowed of bosom, Mathias could not bring himself to engage in her advances as inevitably it would lead back to his bedchamber and she would lie on her back and allow him to take his satisfaction, such was the way of the castle maidens.<br><br>Suddenly the King dropped from his chair and Mathias decided that he had consumed quite enough for one evening and ordered the men to carry his Highness back to his quarters under his supervision. This was more of an excuse to depart the festivities and he quickly followed the troop of men after throwing on his flowing cloak and securing it around his neck. Once satisfied that the King was safely ensconced, he returned to his own chambers. He pushed open the large wooden door which creaked loudly under the stress and ran has hand down his face with his thumb and forefinger gently rubbing each eyelid as if to dispel the tiredness behind his eyes or the doubt in his mind. As his hand lowered he caught a tiny flash of light as the moonlight reflected upon a small silvery key laying across a wooden box. <br><br><strong>"The box!"</strong> Mathias exclaimed. <strong>"I do wonder what secrets lie within you"</strong> he muttered as he stepped towards the table where he had set it down hours before. Again he took in into his lap upon the bed, the key safely held in his right hand as he brushed his fingertips against the leather and found comfort in the familiar feeling and recounted the numerous times his skin had been connected to leather as he donned his battle armour. He took the key and placed it gently within the lock before slowly turning it to the right and hearing a faint click as the lid lifted upon just a hint. Sliding his index fingers underneath he raised the top in order to look upon the contents. <br><br>Within it he found a leather collar which had silver chain links connected to it and Mathias frowned at his discovery and the meaning of the gift. He lifted the leather collar out and recognised it as of similar quality and feel to that of the strap which secured the box and as he lifted the silvery chains raised with it. There was something otherworldly about the collar or in particular the chains connected to it as the seemed to shine unnaturally in the dully lit room and as Mathias held the collar up towards the light they only seemed to shine more brightly. "Magic of some kind" he said out loud to no-one in particular before stepping up towards the long looking glass opposite his bed. He had known magical things to reveal power under the scrutiny of such things but as he looked intently, he could find nothing untoward.<br><br>As he looked down at the collar he suddenly felt the urge to try it on, although from where that thought was instigated he could not rightly answer. Watching closely in the mirror as he lifted it to his neck, his fingers fumbled with the buckle before the clasp finally closed. For a brief moment nothing happened and as he was about to remove the garment, the glass in front of him began to shimmer a little before tiny ripples manifested themselves in the middle and gently wash to the edge. Suddenly the silver chains went taught and he was becoming drawn towards the reflective pool, and he grabbed them attempted to stop his forward momentum. Despite his unquestionable strength he found that he could not halt his inexorable movement and desperately grabbed for his dagger in order to cut the leather bonds.<br><br>He was inches away from the glass now and although he desperately tried to avoid it, his face was pulled through the glass which washed over him like water, yet without the inherent wetness that came with it and he found himself looking upon a large room. A mere moment later his entire body was thrown into the room and the mirror vanished behind him. <br><br>He was left there alone with dagger in hand scanning quickly around the room for any would be assailant.
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				Title: <strong>Re: That Collar Suits You, My Dear (Briar Rose &amp; Creative Accountant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gypsy</strong> on <strong>20-12-2012, 22:14:15</strong>
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				Her sleep had been deep, and the dreams within undisturbing, and even pleasing.&nbsp; Change was coming, and the succubus rather enjoyed the chaos that it brought.&nbsp; In the short term, it was extremely good for business, and in the long term ... well, there was rarely a shortage for an enterprising succubus such as herself.<br><br>She woke shortly before the appointed time, as was her wont.&nbsp; For those such as she, sleep was more an act of will than of resting, a respite from boredom that often came when acts were curtailed by bargains -- or as her daughter might say, duty.&nbsp; Jazelle stretched, catlike, as she pulled herself up into a sitting position.&nbsp; There were only a few last minute preparations that she needed to make, and those she preferred to do by her own hands.<br><br>Her abode for this mission had been formed with care, chosen both for her own whimsy and for its potential to shock the good general's senses.&nbsp; Her time was limited for this first encounter, and she wished to waste as little as possible in the supposition that it was a dream or some natural occureance twisted an excess of feasting.&nbsp; She had crafted a large, cavernous chamber from Dwarven stone, flecked about with crystals that caught and reflected tiny glimmers as the light from several large pillars bearing blazing braziers that heated the room to a temperature just a shade below what most mortals considered 'comfortable'.&nbsp; At one end was a small, deep pool fed by the glistening run of water down the stone walls, and faint tendrils of steam rose from it to dance in the shifting light.&nbsp; In the room's center was a large bed, fit to grace a king's bower.&nbsp; It was framed by black steel, ornate and Dwarven crafted so that its posts resembled giant chain-links fused together, with a curious mechanism filling the link that matched the height of the bed's fur-covered surface.&nbsp; The fur was black as well, and glistening soft, with a number of black and blue-black cushions near its head.<br><br>There were ebony tables placed strategically about the room, a couple of large chests, and several cases.&nbsp; Several standard weapons were displayed, as well as a few more exotic ones, and scattered about were implements that she had collected over the years - lovely designs made by those few crafters who thought mortal races should have tools for dispensing pleasure as well as pain, though that distinction might not be apparent immediately to those unschooled in the tricks of the most exclusive of brothels, and a divan and several chairs of like dwarven make were interspersed throughout.<br><br>The divan was oddly shaped, its base bearing black-steel gears and levers that hinted at more uses than simple reclining - this one courtesy of a human whose predilections had driven him mad.&nbsp; He would have been appalled at the use Jazelle had found for his device -- a thought that greatly amused her when she took the time to consider it.<br><br>At the farthest extreme from the pool, a large, oval mirror held by stone arms protruding from the wall itself stood.&nbsp; A silvery chain emerged from it to snake across the stone floor to secure to a heavy steel chain.&nbsp; For now, the chain was slack and at rest, the circut open and waiting ...<br><br>Jazelle dressed herself, taking her time and enjoying the very physicalness of it.&nbsp; The softened black leather of of the sleeveless shirt fit like a second skin, lifting her breasts and emphasizing their lushness with the straining of the leather thongs that laced them in so that only the tops were exposed.&nbsp; The skirt, too, was of softened leather straps that strategically covered her sex and half of her buttocks, and were held together with a clasp just above the triangle of plump flesh.&nbsp; Attached to the straps were panels of black cloth that swung free, exposing her thighs as she moved as much as covering them.&nbsp; She slid her feet into boots of black calf-skin that reached up above her knees, and donned ear-bobs of silver and amethysts, and matching black gloves trimmed with silver that hugged her skin up to her elbow.&nbsp; Her long, dark hair she pulled back severely from her face with a clasp, and let it spill free down her back.<br><br>She was ready for him well before he appeared, and impatient.&nbsp; The silver of the chains began to glow faintly when the chest holding the collar was picked up by its intended recipient, and the glow increased as the magic took hold.&nbsp; She could see him dimly through the surface of the glass.&nbsp; He was dressed in finery that softened the hard lines of his body, but no amount of frippery could make any but the most unperceptive take him for anything but a warrior.&nbsp; His grizzled face, already softened somewhat by drink, fuzzed further as he felt the magic's pull.&nbsp; Jazelle smiled as he slipped the collar in place and snapped the clasp closed with sharp click and fused together, unbreakable, until the first rays of the dawn fell upon it on the morrow.<br><br>He didn't seem to notice the finality of this action, distracted by the chain's merging with its mirrored reflection and the first glimpses of what awaited him glimmering just beyond sight.&nbsp; Though the chain would work on its own, the succubus was not disposed to wait.&nbsp; She strode forward, picked up the chain from the floor, and began to pull.&nbsp; His strength was gratifying, but it was no match for the magic and her will combined, and inch by inch she tugged him in, until a final yank pulled him through and the portal closed, leaving only the unbreakable glass of her crafting reflecting his hunched and readied frame as his warrior's instinct drove him to repel what he perceived as attack.<br><br>"That dagger, Mathias, looks like a woman's weapon, clutched in hands such as yours.&nbsp; Open your fist, Mathias, and let it fall."<br><br>Jazelle, still holding the chain's middle, spoke the command firmly, calmly, like a mother speaking to a child who has been over bold.&nbsp; It was a simple enough demonstration of her power through the collar, and a necessity before they could begin their lessons.
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				Title: <strong>Re: That Collar Suits You, My Dear (Briar Rose &amp; Creative Accountant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Creative Accountant</strong> on <strong>29-12-2012, 01:00:31</strong>
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				In spite of the manic speed at which his eyes surveyed the room, Mathias manged to observe much and more although understood little of what he saw. To his untrained eye the quarters appeared to be the most decadent torture chamber he had observed, filled with unknown machinations and tools that brought fear to his very core. The bed appeared fit for his very own King, yet had cogs and levers whose purpose could surely only be to cause discomfort and pain. It was twinned with a divan of similar structure although appeared much less welcoming than the regal bed.<br><br>His investigations were curtailed by a voice. <br><br>Immediately he was drawn to the general direction from where the sound emanated yet he saw nothing. His eyes squinted in order to enhance his vision as his grip tightened around the dagger and held it ready to strike. <br><br><strong>"Who goes there and who do you know of me? Rest assured this woman's weapon will open you from neck to naval if I so wish."</strong><br><br>His words were threatening but were meant to serve more as a deterrent until he developed an understanding of his assailant. Suddenly a flash of inspiration struck his mind...the chain! It was taught, yet causing no further strain upon his person so someone or something must be hidden at the other end of the shimmering path. He followed the trail which lead through a glimmering pool, which seemed quite out of place he would consider at some other point. Finally he capture a glimpse of the source and was stunned into silence, his jaw dropped slightly for he beheld a creature which existed only in ancient tales.<br><br>From a distance it took a feminine form, a quite evocative one at that, fully clothed yet ample amount of skin on display including an enhanced bosom and long muscular legs. However the creature had other features which were not that of a woman, more of a beast. Protruding from its shoulder lades were two large wings that were of bat or bird rather than of human, while a long pointed tail curved from its rear.<br><br>Aghast, Mathias spoke once more <strong>"What...are...you...foul creature? And how do you know my name?"</strong><br><br>The dagger remained upright and tensed within his powerful right fist.
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				Title: <strong>Re: That Collar Suits You, My Dear (Briar Rose &amp; Creative Accountant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gypsy</strong> on <strong>29-12-2012, 17:56:25</strong>
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				Jazelle's eyes were accustomed to the flickering, dim lights of her abode, and her eyes roamed appreciatively over the hard and chiseled form of General Mathias.&nbsp; She loved these first moments, loved the tension and uncertainty, the undercurrent of fear sweetened by the confidence of her prey that there was no threat they could not meet and best&nbsp; by the strength of their arms and the crafting of their weapons.&nbsp; &nbsp;Left to her own devices, she would have drawn out the discovery over months, invaded his dreams and teased his senses ... but there were bargains to be kept, and her time was not fully her own.&nbsp; She had only one night to succeed, to convince the general to lower his defenses.&nbsp; An enjoyable task, to be sure, whether she succeeded or failed, but Jazelle did so love to win.<br><br>She emerged more fully into the light from the central braziers, turning slightly so that the man could better see her.&nbsp; The wings that emerged from her back were tipped with curved claw-like appendages, but the membranes between the spines that supported them appeared soft, the tiny feathers that covered the surface shimmering softly as they fanned&nbsp; her shoulders slightly, ruffling her dark hair with tiny currents of displaced air.&nbsp; Her tail moved in a slow, sinuous curve, wrapping around her waist.&nbsp; "Foul creature?&nbsp; You are a cruel, judgemental man, Mathias.&nbsp; Do you find my form so displeasing?"&nbsp; &nbsp;As she spoke,&nbsp; Jazelle brought her gloved hands up from her hips to emphasize her narrow waist, and the generous curves of her breasts.<br><br>"Oh, no doubt you could, upon the battlefield, my sweet general.&nbsp; &nbsp;But this is not your battlefield.&nbsp; The collar you have donned of your own free will has brought you to my demesne ... and&nbsp; has bound you to <em>my</em> will, until the cock's first crow upon the morrow.&nbsp; &nbsp; Yet I have given you no reason believe my words ... allow me to demonstrate."<br><br>Around her neck was nestled a leather choker, its design rather similar to the one Matthias now wore, save that there was no chain dangling from it, and her gloved hand continued upward to caress it, and to activate the magic.<br><br>"Open your fist, Matthias, and let the dagger fall.&nbsp; Obey me, Matthias ... the more you fight, the stronger the magic grows.&nbsp; It is not my desire to bring you pain, but rather pleasure instead."<br><br>The chain that dangled from Mathias' collar moved like a live thing of cold and terrible purpose, its links contracting and shifting with tiny metallic clinks, until it was no more than the length of the general's body with perhaps an extra foot to spare, from his neck to the silvery ring upon the floor where it was fastened.&nbsp; At the thrust of her will, the collar's leather tightened slightly about his throat and warmed .... and the dagger in his hand began to heat as if he had thrust it into a forge, yet there was no flame.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Open your fist, and let the dagger fall ..."&nbsp; <br><br>The succubus watched implacably, without apparent pleasure as his discomfort worsened and the magic of the collar began working upon the muscles he clenched so tightly to his will.<br><br>"I am Jazelle ... and I know your name because it is you who wears my brand about his neck -- though in truth I would know you even without it.&nbsp; Who has not heard of the mighty general Mathias Lemerac, master of the battlefield and men, the good king's sturdy right arm?"&nbsp; <br><br>She watched him struggle, letting the collar's magic take its strength from his opposing will alone ... the first lesson was always the hardest, but it was necessary for him to learn that, on this night at least, brute force would avail him naught.&nbsp; &nbsp;She wondered whether he would simply drop the dagger, or whether he would seek to hurl it at her when he could no longer fight the collar's compulsion -- she rather hoped the latter, or that perhaps he would seek some other way to turn her command to his advantage.
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				Title: <strong>Re: That Collar Suits You, My Dear (Briar Rose &amp; Creative Accountant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Creative Accountant</strong> on <strong>08-01-2013, 10:36:05</strong>
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				As she spoke her hands roamed upwards and followed the curvature of her body and his eyes closely followed. Her womanly form was provocative and hugely appealing however he refused to admit such a thing aloud for now, an involuntary lick of his lips being the only hint of his true desires.<br><br><strong>"A cruel and judgemental man? You have seized me from my quarters in the middle of the night and ensconced me within a room filled with weaponry and various threatening looking machinations. My judgement appears sound until you prove otherwise."</strong><br><br>He did not trust her and her overt sexuality only served to enhance his suspicions. Many a child had been warned by their mothers of sirens and temptresses who lead men to their doom so he must have his wits about him or find himself walking blindly to his demise. His own was particularly protective but her words rang true all the same.<br><br>His hand reached to the collar as she spoke as he tried to release its bond upon him, however the clasp was unwilling to budge before she reached to her own elongated neck. Suddenly the chain began to move of its own volition, or more accurately hers and Mathias tried to lurch back to no avail. He appeared to be stuck fast.<br><br>His suspicions were further roused by her words, she was using the temptation of pleasure to placate him before she would destroy him. He had never been more certain of anything in his life. No woman he had met before had served or pleasured him without personal motive and he had grown accustomed to understanding their goals before allowing his guard to drop and it has served him well thus far.<br><br>He felt the collar tighten around his neck, causing him some discomfort but not blocking his airways. At least not yet. Mathias now realised his perilous situation, she could kill him on a whim if she so wished. Her magic within this realm was powerful, stronger that muscle or blade at the very least and he must use his guile to overcome her. As the dagger began to burn within his hand, he overplayed his pain and although trying to display resistance he dropped to one knee with the dagger falling to the ground although well within reach of his hand.<br><br>In reality he had endured far greater heat many times before as he was regularly found within the castle forge, sweating at the behest of the enormous furnace and the consuming heat it produced. He had even battled upon castle ramparts as it was aflame, boiling within his steel armour but returning unscathed all the same. <br><br>At her current distance and in his current state, he was defenseless. The magic allowed her complete control and he was to far away to remedy that situation. Therefore he was setting a trap for the succubus to allow Mathias to strike when she grew bold enough to come closer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: That Collar Suits You, My Dear (Briar Rose &amp; Creative Accountant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gypsy</strong> on <strong>08-01-2013, 21:54:32</strong>
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				Jazelle noted that though he attempted to remove the collar, he did not deny the part his own desire, however suppressed, played in bringing him to her.&nbsp; That boded well, for both their eventual pleasures -- and the success of her endeavor.<br><br><em>"So strong .... so proud ..." </em> she murmured appreciatively, letting her tongue flick out to moisten the center of her generous lips.&nbsp; The succubus watched hungrily as the dagger let go to clatter to the floor, enjoying the play of will across her general's face as the collar's magic, and across the rippling muscles of his jaw, neck and ... lower.&nbsp; A slight twitch of a smile passed through her pursed lips as the dagger fell to the stone floor with a satisfying thud.&nbsp; She did so love to play, and she suspected the speed at which the proud warrior had succumbed to the collar's magic.<br><br><em>"Would you have preferred a bower full of ruffles and flowers ... sweet oils and perfumes ... satins and silks?&nbsp; &nbsp;I suspect, my sweet, that you feel as out of place in such settings as a bull let loose amongst a glassmith's shop.&nbsp; Do you not feel more comfortable knowing the tools of your trade are close at hand?" </em> Jazelle indicated a display of crossed swords with the crooking of a long-nailed finger, lazily, emphasizing the distance between herself an the implement of battle.&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"Sharpened steel gleams like a jewel in the light from the fires, don't you think?&nbsp; I do like a good <strong>sword</strong>, though, 'tis true." </em> Her glance slid lower, insolently hovering at the area of his crotch visible over his bent knee, and she held the look long enough that she expected he could hardly misunderstand the emphasis.<br><br>She considered pressing the point of the first lesson home for a brief instant.&nbsp; However, few came to her with such an unpleasant task as breaking the spirit of strong men, as such wasn't really her forte ... so to speak.&nbsp; A spirited resistance at the onset only made the surrender that much sweeter in the fleeting time alloted.&nbsp; It was doubtful whether he could do her lasting harm even without the collar's magic ... with it, perhaps she could whet his appetites more subtly.<br><br>Without apparent concern, she walked forward slowly, moving one sandaled foot forward into the outer edge of the periphery of his reach, as if to draw the dagger away.&nbsp; It would be a shame to ruin the dressmaker's work on the lovely garment, but clothes were only worn for the amusement of removing them, after all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: That Collar Suits You, My Dear (Briar Rose &amp; Creative Accountant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Creative Accountant</strong> on <strong>09-01-2013, 12:25:36</strong>
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				Mathias was down on one knee still as he heard the Succubus mutter something but could not catch the words. As he looked up however he caught a glimpse of her tongue tracing along her plump lips and the merest hint of a smile curling across her face although it remained unclear whether that was due to the pain she was causing or the ease at which she had gained control of him, he hoped to wipe the smirk from her face soon.<br><br>He followed the guidance of her slender, manicured hand towards the various weapons and implements he saw adorning the wall and pondered an unlikely escape using one of the available tools. It was a fools chance he knew but his mind was constantly weighing up the options available, it was a technique that served him well on the battlefield and old habits die hard.<br><br>As if the emphasis on sword were not enough, her lurid gaze aimed directly at his manhood drove home her point. <br><br><strong>"A sword Milady?" He questioned as he grabbed hold of his member, his eyes focused upon hers. "No a sword can pierce skin and steel and more, this..."</strong> he continued, gazing down between his muscular thighs. <strong>"...this is more of a club, I would be far more likely to crack your skull with it than impale you upon it."</strong><br><br>A roguish grin spread across his face as he still held himself and looked back at Jazelle and he noticed the strain of the collar had lessened to the point where he could move his hand freely. Closely watching for an opportunity, he followed her graceful steps, the curvature of her toned legs, the hypnotic sway of her hips...Concentrate Mathias!!! he screamed in his head. Already he was becoming enraptured by this beguiling creature, he must strike soon or fall prey to her wiles.<br><br>As she took another step, her back was turned slightly and Mathias lurched forward desperately, grabbing the dagger on his way up as his free hand wrapped around Jazelle, hooking a muscular arm over her shoulder and grabbing her chin firmly as he drew her back into his powerful body to keep her off balance. He then brought the dagger to her throat.<br><br><strong>"Now Jazelle, let us discuss the motive behind my abduction and your relationship to the King."</strong> he growled in her ear as the cool steel pressed into her exposed skin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: That Collar Suits You, My Dear (Briar Rose &amp; Creative Accountant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gypsy</strong> on <strong>09-01-2013, 19:30:03</strong>
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				Soldiers, be they at the head of the charge or at the back, could be so delightfully crude -- not, of course, that she had been subtle.&nbsp; Subtlety was something best employed when the sands did not rush so quickly from the glass, and there was a certain charm in directness.&nbsp; Perhaps it marked the good general as one not inclined to waste time once the rules of battle had been established.<br><br>The lunge did not exactly take Jazelle by surprise, as she had been expecting resistance, but she was rather impressed with the speed at which the maneuver was executed. She offered no resistance, but moved with him, even as she felt the strength of his arm tilting her head upward to bare her throat to his blade.&nbsp; The press of the dagger's point bit into her skin, not enough to cut, and she took her first feel of his tensed body against hers as he pulled her in close enough to feel the heat emanating from his skin.<br><br>The edge of ordinary steel, even in a weapon crafted for a prestigious general, offered little more than the threat of pain - unwelcome and inconvenient, perhaps, but not deadly.&nbsp; Protected as she was by the blood of her kind and the collar's enchantment, she felt little more than a thrill of fear at the anticipation of his movement that was communicated down through her body in the form of a shiver.<br><br><em>"Clever boy ... Does the fisherman abduct the fish that swallow the bait on his hook?&nbsp; From my perspective, 'twas a gift moreso than an abduction, but we won't quibble overmuch over words."</em><br><br>The succubus was no weakling, though without the collar she would have had to work to break free of the iron in Mathias' grip.&nbsp; Still, he did not quite succeed in overbalancing her.&nbsp; She kept her feet's purchase enough to wriggle her ass against the 'club' he had so aptly demonstrated, her folded wings sadly providing a layer of padding that lessened the effect.<br><br><em>"And such a rude boy as well ... you might find it a comfort later to know that <strong>I</strong> do not kiss and tell."</em><br><br>She waited just a moment, hoping that he would continue the verbal jousting rather than try the knife, but she did not intend to give him too much more rope.&nbsp; A bit of pain added a little spice upon occasion, but she would be quite cross if he made her waste energy in healing that could have been better spent.<br><br><em>"But enough!"&nbsp; </em>She sent a surge of her will down the chain that bound the general.&nbsp; <em>"Do not move your arm again until I give you leave, Mathias."</em>&nbsp; This time the pain of defiance was accompanied by a paralyzing numbness, and the succubus exerted her own strength against his grip, even as the steel pricked through the top layer of her dusky skin.&nbsp; A thin rivulet of dark blood ran over the sharpened steel and down toward her cleavage, evoking a hiss as she brought her full strength to bear against the corded muscle of his arm combined with his straining will.
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				Title: <strong>Re: That Collar Suits You, My Dear (Briar Rose &amp; Creative Accountant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Creative Accountant</strong> on <strong>21-01-2013, 12:04:23</strong>
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				As he took hold of Jazelle, her reaction was unnatural to say the least. There was no flash of fear in her eyes or panic in her movements, in fact she offered very little resistance at all and fear and confusion filled Mathias' mind for that very instant. However he could not hesitate, this may be his only chance at survival given the obvious magical powers she controlled.<br><br>His mind was whirring now, he was a mere fish to her and he had quite happily jumped onto her hook with no requirement for bait other than a shiny chain and a rather plain looking collar which now felt like a noose. He was then taken aback as her hips gyrated against him, rubbing against his manhood and although the material of his breeches and her feathery wings dissipated the sensation, a ripple of pleasure vibrated through his body and caused him to stir. Whether the Succubus felt his reaction remained unclear.<br><br><strong>"My groin is still hot from the intensity of your stare Miss Jazelle, I do not think either of us have shown much decorum thus far. Now why am I here....<em>Please</em>"</strong> he said, stressing the final word somewhat sarcastically.<br><br>Suddenly he lost all control of himself, pain surging through his body that was far stronger than her earlier attack and he groaned in pain. She hissed angrily and he noticed a river of blood trail deep within her bosom, an act caused more by clumsiness than Mathias' will as the invisible power kept his arm in situ.<br><br><strong>"I...I...am...I...that..was not... my inten..tion"</strong> he managed to blurt out between the searing pain as he saw the anger in her face. He was not one to beg and would accept his doom like a warrior, like so many he had slain before. However his actions were not to kill or maim, only to assert power over her and grasp control of his dire situation. He had failed and now must face his fate.
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				Title: <strong>Re: That Collar Suits You, My Dear (Briar Rose &amp; Creative Accountant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gypsy</strong> on <strong>21-01-2013, 17:56:44</strong>
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				The artisan who had crafted the collar should be commended for his work, Jazelle thought with satisfaction.&nbsp; Perhaps, when circumstances allowed, she would pay him a visit to offer her compliments personally.&nbsp; Even so, she did not intend to test the magic beyond need, and disengaged herself from Mathias' frozen grasp, earning another nick from the tip of the dagger and what would have been a bit of bruising of sensitive skin in a being with less sturdy constitution.<br><br><em>"No? ..." </em>she asked softly, her voice little more than a husky whisper as she faced him and put her hand over his.&nbsp; Using only as much force as necessary, she loosened his grip on the blade finger by finger until the dagger slipped from his hand to hers as she gazed into his eyes, appreciating the proud defiance that never wavered despite the pain and fear he must have felt on some level, even for all his mastery of it. <br><br><em>"No.&nbsp; A word of advice, General ... never aim a blade that you do not intend to use, and when you have aimed true, do not delay its use with pretty words.&nbsp; &nbsp; Though I am understandably appreciative of your chivalry in this instance ..."</em><br><br>As it would likely be some time, regretfully, before she had another opportunity, she leaned forward and brushed her lips against his, a butterfly touch with just the briefest flick of her tongue over his bottom lip before she stepped back and away, flinging the dagger away casually to clatter across the stone floor well out of reach.<br><br>Once she had retreated to what she judged the outer edge of the perimeter of movement,&nbsp; she released the command, freeing him from both the compulsion and the pain of fighting it.&nbsp; From one of the nearby tables, she picked up a square of cloth, a dainty embroidered kerchief, and pulled one of the heavy wooden chairs to the edge of the 'safe zone', where she sat, crossing her legs as she regarded him with a faint smile while she daubed away the thin trickle of blood.<br><br><em>"Decorum, you said.&nbsp; No, I suppose not, given both our attire -- but decorum is somewhat out of place in a setting such as this, wouldn't you agree?&nbsp; This is not a place for the masks of diplomacy and negotiation, but rather ... the domino, the other masks we would like to wear if only for a short time. Were but we momentarily free from the weight of expectation and duty..."</em><br><br>By the time she had finished speaking, she had cleaned away the last traces of blood, leaving only a thin, pinkish line that was already fading.&nbsp; <em>"Though it is good to hear that your groin reacts to my stare ... even better to see and feel, of course ...perhaps taste as well ..." </em>As he recovered, her eyes roamed over him, lingering appreciatively as he shook off the effects of the compulsion and Jazelle smiled to see it.<br><br><em>" But lest you think me rude for ignoring your reasonable question ... the answer to it is not so simple, and nor is it mine to give.&nbsp; Yet, with courage and curiosity,&nbsp; you will have at least the beginnings of your answer by the cock's crow in the morn when you leave me."</em><br><br>Her smile broadened,&nbsp; and she shrugged her shoulders slightly as she leaned back fully into the low-backed seat, raising her arms to rest on the chair-top, which pushed her bosom aggressively forward to strain against the thin cloth that valiantly attempted to mimic something akin to modesty. <em> "'La Petite Mort' is the only death you will find at my hands this night."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: That Collar Suits You, My Dear (Briar Rose &amp; Creative Accountant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Creative Accountant</strong> on <strong>22-01-2013, 17:19:44</strong>
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				He watched helplessly as she easily broke free from his now curtailed grasp, he voice dropping to an almost inaudible whisper. It felt like the calm before the storm as he was sure that retribution of some kind was to be hers as she eased the dagger from his hand one finger at a time. She clutched it in her delicate looking hands, fingers wrapped carefully around the handle. They had felt so soft as she stripped him of it he thought, almost unnaturally so but no matter, even a child could end him in such a hopelessly exposed position.<br><br>Her somewhat patronising words were to be the last he heard as she stepped closer to him, ready to strike, dipping closer to his body before...suddenly her lips brushed against him. Mathias was shocked to saw the least, expecting the cold grip of death to was over him rather than feel the warmth of her rounded lips. Never had brief kiss brought him such relief or pleasure. His reverie was broken by the clang of the weapon meeting the floor as he watched her walk away again.<br><br><strong>"Sage advice Jazelle, I will pass this on to our Master Swordsman as soon as I a free of your bonds."</strong> he agreed with a heavy dose of sarcasm, not reacting well to being spoken to as a fool.<br><br>She appeared unperturbed by his reaction, instead focusing on entirely on her miniature wound and cleaning the tiny river of blood cascading down her toned form. However he was at once released from whatever magical power controlled his muscular body and as if to test this Mathias wiggled his fingers and clenched them into a fist before relaxing his hand.<br><br>He was soon realising that Jazelle intended to do more than kill him, her ever action and word seem to rush past with a lascivious undertone. This was further complimented by her rather unusual outfit that appeared to reveal much but concealed more, meant to provoke his imagination he wondered before catching her eyes roam across him once more. He could not help but feel desired, yet for a reason beyond his fame or power or sexual reputation that so many before had fallen into his chamber for. It was...liberating but suspicion still clouded his mind.<br><br><strong>"That would seem fair and perhaps refreshing. There is nothing more tiresome than the cloak and dagger nature of life in the capital, I often yearn for the honesty and simplicity of the battlefield. No masks shall be worn, although I fear my thoughts and feelings my already be exposed to your powers."</strong> he responded as she finished attending to her wound.<br><br><strong>"I feared the answer may be elusive, but I desire it all the same. What hold do you have over my King to force him to offer me such a gift, if a bond can be called such a thing?"</strong><br><br>His eyes bulged a little as she maneuvered herself in the chair, her well-endowed chest straining against the material, rising and falling in time with her breath. La Petite Mort he wondered...It had a foreboding ring to it yet the way it was spoken made it sound so very enticing. He was being seduced he understood, perhaps even enjoying the attention and beginning to question why he should resist. If he was destined to be here then why should not he succumb to pleasure?
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				Title: <strong>Re: That Collar Suits You, My Dear (Briar Rose &amp; Creative Accountant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gypsy</strong> on <strong>22-01-2013, 20:30:02</strong>
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				<em>"Bravery ... wit ... spirit ... and reason ... all packaged nicely in a body well-equipped for action ... "</em>&nbsp; The succubus sighed lustily in anticipation, though the crinkling of her eyes and ease of her smile suggested amusement along with the appreciation.&nbsp; <em>"Fortune's Wheel seems to have spun well for me this night.&nbsp; I knew that I would adore you ...."</em><br><br>Jazelle had finished with the cloth, and held it up toward one of the blazing braziers that lit the chamber, holding it in her hand without apparent concern as the flames took that portion which had soaked up her blood.&nbsp; When that had burned away to her satisfaction, she let the remainder fall to the floor where it was quickly turned to ash.&nbsp; <br><br>She shifted in her chair yet again, enjoying the way his eyes followed her movements.&nbsp; He was no dilettante to be led about by his cock, but the hunger for that which she could give had been awakened.&nbsp; It boded well for the evening's success, as well as for her own pleasure.&nbsp; &nbsp;One hand, tipped by long, slightly curved nails, ran down her thigh as they took each other's measure, pushing aside fabric to display a smooth, pale expanse of flesh for a moment before she shifted again, letting it fall back in place.<br><br><em>"Hold?&nbsp; Why none at all ... now ... though I flatter myself to think he regards me fondly.&nbsp; &nbsp;What he has done, he has done for his own reasons ... though I will not pretend I am other than pleased by the opportunity it presents.&nbsp; Yet, to return to your earlier points ... you offer an interesting perspective.&nbsp; Do you truly believe the action of the battlefield simple? ... But wait ...&nbsp; you fear that I might know your thoughts and feelings, or use that which you wear to compel them from you.&nbsp; I did say that you were clever, did I not?&nbsp; And you are quite correct - I could.&nbsp; Oh, not without a hard fight, of course ... but perhaps a small concession, a ... limited truce, of sorts ... might be agreed upon, hmmmm? ... to spare this unpleasantness?"</em><br><br><em>"I propose a bargain.&nbsp; I shall not compel you to answer any question using the magic which binds you, and in return ... in return, you shall not simply oppose me at every turn to show your strength.&nbsp; I concede that you are strong, deliciously so. "</em>&nbsp; Jazelle smiled again, and arched her eyebrows as she tapped her lips several times as if she were deeply considering her words.&nbsp; <em>"Too, I shall not compel you to any action that compromises your oaths or brings harm to any you have sworn to protect -- I will confine my commands to those actions which affect directly only we two ... And one final thing, to our mutual benefit ..."</em><br><br>Abruptly, she stood up from the chair and strode unhurriedly toward Mathias, stopping only a few steps away to stand almost demurely before him, though her eyes were anything but demure, but filled with promise and challenge.&nbsp; <em>"I shall speak no untruth to you, nor you to me this night.&nbsp; What say you, Mathias?&nbsp; &nbsp; Save for it's beginning, which I assure you was through no demand of mine, it seems almost the makings of an honorable duel, the better to learn the answer of your oh-so-reasonable question?"</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: That Collar Suits You, My Dear (Briar Rose &amp; Creative Accountant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Creative Accountant</strong> on <strong>24-01-2013, 15:55:35</strong>
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				While her words were praising and complimentary, Mathias chose not to respond as they were somewhat rhetorical. It was almost as if Jazelle was appraising her choice in captive and remarking on a choice well made as an easy smile lit up her face. She was a beauty, of that there was no doubt. Perhaps she was born that way or more likely she had selected her look to please the guest but either way he was appreciative of either her creator or her decision.<br><br>She sat back down after disposing of her used handkerchief via the dancing flame of a brazier, all the while his eyes followed her every curve and enjoyed her womanly form. He had almost forgotten her more supernatural features as obscene as it sounded, her wings appearing quite natural now despite their initial absurdity. Clearly she was aware of his attentive gaze as her long nailed appendage flashed a glimpse of her creamy thigh and Mathias considered for a moment how it might feel to touch or how much pain and pleasure those nail could cause him should she take the urge. Yet tried his best to avoid betraying his true feelings.<br><br>Instead he listened carefully she spoke, considering her words for a time before responding as she stood close to him. Close enough to strike he thought for the merest of a second yet he was quite aware that this would have been folly of the highest order. <br><br><strong>"To answer your first question, a battlefield is as simple to me just as creating your delicate ear-bobs would have been to the a skilled craftsman. I must defeat my enemy and his army. There are a huge number of factors to consider or course, but this is true to any task should you consider it too deeply. I am not burdened with such issues on the battlefield and therefore I am at home in such an arena.</strong> he stopped for a moment as he focused on the far more important topic that she raised.<br><br><strong>"I have been called many things in my time Jazelle: Murderer, thief, tyrant, rapist, devil, hero, saviour, destroyer, blessed, cursed and so on and so on. Some of these are true, others only hold a grain of truth while others are outright lies and is up to another to decide what they truly believe." His brow furrowed as he considered his reputation for a moment both earned and unearned. "However in all my years, I am yet to be called a fool."</strong> He paused and brought his hand to his chin, stroking his trimmed beard as if deep in thought yet in all reality his decision had been made.<br><br><strong>"As I understand it, my choice is this. Relent and answer honestly, hiding nothing and reveal my all to you. Or I may fight and suffer, then you will use your magic and find my secrets in any case. The easy way or the arduous route. A coward would take the easy route for the sake of avoiding strife and yet a fool would incur difficulty to prove no point in particular. As I am not a fool, in so far as I am aware, I must choose to accept your offer."</strong><br><br>His hand dropped from his chin and back to his side as he walked towards her, passing only inches apart and finding his way to a chair. It was the first time he had not looked directly at her in one form or another he realised as his back was to her. He lifted it casually in one hand as if it weighed nothing and placed it opposite the seat which Jazelle occupied, gesturing with his hand the empty chair as a guide to sit.<br><br><strong>"Perhaps we have a thing or two to discuss, unless of course you have more pressing issues..."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: That Collar Suits You, My Dear (Briar Rose &amp; Creative Accountant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gypsy</strong> on <strong>24-01-2013, 17:48:47</strong>
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				It was, Jazelle thought to herself, a treat to interact with reasonable men.&nbsp; Fear was a useful tool for getting mortals out of the way, or for convincing them to find business elsewhere rather than involving themselves in hers, but otherwise it held little interest in the long term.&nbsp; The wringing of hands over following natural instincts, and hurting no one in the process, was amusing in small doses, but overall very tiresome when there were far more pleasurable ways to while away the hours.<br><br>She listened carefully as he spoke, punctuating each of his mentioned roles with a slight nod of her head.&nbsp; She approved that he admitted to truth in each of them, even the least flattering.&nbsp; &nbsp;It suggested that he would perhaps be open to considering the reasons behind the bargain struck that had led him to her chamber, and it certainly added zest to a prospect she was already looking forward to a great deal.<br><br><em>"Oooh ... I do love a man who appreciates a challenge." </em> Jazelle purred out the words as Matthias found a chair for himself and positioned it across from where she'd been sitting as if it were made of kindling instead of heavy, reinforced wood.&nbsp; She remained standing until he had seated himself, her eyes sweeping over the play of muscles beneath the skin with enjoyment.<br><br><em>"I do not think you a fool, Mathias ... far from it.&nbsp; You are also, I see, a courteous man."<br></em><br>Her wings unfolded from her back to their more natural state, once she had determined that he did not seem overly concerned by their presence, and she moved slowly forward with a sinuous grace until she stood before his bent legs where he sat, and her legs pressed against his knees.&nbsp; <em>"No need to be alarmed, my sweet.&nbsp; As it seems we have come to an agreement, I simply intend to make myself more comfortable while we get to know one another. A courteous man such as yourself wouldn't mind if we share, would you?"</em><br><br>She did not wait for his reaction, but nor did she move so hastily as to give alarm.&nbsp; Instead, she simply straddled his legs an placed her right knee upon the side of his chair, leaning in with one hand to support herself against his shoulder (and also to keep him seated if he resisted - being unceremoniously dumped off his lap was not in her plans) as she placed her other knee on the other side of his seat.&nbsp; Once she had found suitable purchase, she scooted forward a bit until her weight was distributed on her bent-back legs and upon his lap, and she couldn't resist wriggling a bit as she pressed forward, the better to feel his body's reactions against her own, even separated by the inconvenient fabric and leather of their garments.<br><br><em>"You have the gist of it more or less, darling man ... though I will point out that I have not said that you must speak those secrets that you would not, only that if you choose to speak, you will utter the truth.&nbsp; I make this distinction as a show of good faith in our bargain.&nbsp; Yet the more you give, the more you will receive in return."</em><br><br>Her hand slipped down from his shoulder, and all fingers folded back save for her index, which she traced from his bicep up to the edge of the collar, slipping down beneath the fabric of his shirt as she stared into his eyes and wet her upper lip with her tongue.&nbsp; <em>"So shall we begin?&nbsp; Of the names which you have been given that you mentioned before, which you have admitted hold truth if but a grain .... which do you most regret?"</em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: That Collar Suits You, My Dear (Briar Rose &amp; Creative Accountant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Creative Accountant</strong> on <strong>25-01-2013, 16:29:12</strong>
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				He nodded at her assertion that he was indeed a courteous man, it was a skill he had been taught in the capital rather than something he was born with like his ability with a sword or tactical ingenuity. Paying close attention, he noted that her wings unfurled as she moved towards the chair and he thought it may be a sign of her relaxing or at the very least her recognising that he was no longer tight with tension. At her rather leisurely pace, she found herself pressed between Mathias' knees and her long legs where brushing against him quite on purpose.<br><br>Mathias only laughed as she took his courtesy to new levels, if a monsyllabic guffaw type noise could be called a laugh. His eyes gazed up at her and a disbelieving shake of the head married with a smile were his only movements as her leg revealed itself from behind the leathery curtain and drape itself along his rather chunky thigh. It could have been quite an uncomfortable maneuver but she handled it which grace and ease the remaining leg quickly followed suit and she wriggled against his groin.<br><br>Slowly, but with purpose, her finger traced its way along his arm and found the skin of his chest which was covered in dark hair. Shall we begin indeed he thought as he finally moved, his hands cupping around her buttocks and swiftly lifting her from his lap. However he did not dismount her, instead he brought her closer to him with their lips only inches apart as his hands rested on her lower back to offer some semblance of stability and support to her impromptu seat.<br><br><strong>"Rapist" </strong> he said with almost little thought. <strong>"Although perhaps not for the reasons you may expect. My grievance with that name is that it was my men who raped and pillage the town of Anteros, under my banner. I was not party to the event which could be explained by bloodlust and opportunity and therefore did not enjoy the...<em>hospitality</em> of the victims. So it would appear I have been tarred with a name that is unearned.</strong>" he seemed rather non-plussed by the accusation all in all, he had long since cared about the speculation and rumour attached to him but she had asked and he had promised to answer honestly.<br><br><strong>"And you Jazelle, what implored you to seek me?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: That Collar Suits You, My Dear (Briar Rose &amp; Creative Accountant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gypsy</strong> on <strong>25-01-2013, 19:52:34</strong>
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				There was little reaction, save for the hint of a smile and the crinkling of the corners of her eyes as Matthias so helpfully assisted in closing what little distance between their bodies remained, and she continued to to toy with the barrier of cloth against skin, threading her fingers through the fine, thin pelt that marked her quarry as a man whose ancestry likely lay in the grim north.&nbsp; She listened as he spoke, giving his worlds the same sort of thorough attention as she did his eyes and the hardness of his body that was now so tantalizingly close.&nbsp; She even pressed her butt back against his hands, making little movements of her hips to undulate the curves slightly as he supported her.<br><br>When he had asked his question, she did not answer immediately, but instead bent her head down to again press her lips against his, this time letting the tip of her tongue slide over his top lip, though she used the pressure of her hands to keep him from seeking any closer contact.&nbsp; The action was slow and deliberate, and a waft of her heated breath that smelled of cinnamon and perhaps just a trace of smoke and sweet, tickled at the growth of his whiskers and into his lips.&nbsp; <br><br>Then, as she raised her body up once more, her hands left his chest and traveled the course of his arms back to where his hands rested on her ass, and she pulled them away and guided them back firmly to the arms of the chair.&nbsp; "I see ... and thus am I led to my next question ... but first, Matthias, my sweet, as much as I enjoy having your hands on me and intend to enjoy them further still, there are silly rules to this game we play that must be followed.&nbsp; If you wish to touch me, you must first ask.&nbsp; I would take it as a small favor if you would accept this restriction as a courtesy ..." &nbsp;She looked toward the collar and the chain that hung from it.<br><br>"It is a dreadful unfairness, that I do not intend to grant you the same courtesy in this ... this night, anyway ... In some things I am not free to choose if I am to honor the terms of my contract, which is something I'm sure you understand."<br><br>"Now, as to what had me seek you out, the true answer is comprised of several parts, one of which I am not free to reveal.&nbsp; However ... being what I am, there are those whose magic allows them to seek out those of ... my sort ... and bargain with us.&nbsp; One such bargain had the bauble which you now wear sent to your king ... a clever and (I think) rather generous way of imparting a wisdom he apparently wishes your monarch to know.&nbsp; If one merely follows the wording of a contract, I had already fulfilled mine, but when your monarch asked that I also deliver the message to his most trusted general ... and one whose reputation has spread throughout the kingdom and beyond ... well, what could I do but agree to an extension ..." &nbsp;She was more practiced than any courtesan, but if she were feigning her pleasure in having Mathias in her clutches for the evening, her skills at pretense were extraordinary.<br><br>"Of course, if he intends to make me his messenger to others of his advisers ... one in particular ...."&nbsp; Jazelle gave a slight shudder, a practiced movement that was obviously more for effect than to show anything other than disdain.&nbsp; "As much as it should honor me to be on the 'good side' of a king, I may well take offense and drop him crown-first in the keep's latrine." Jazelle's eyebrows lifted, and her smile returned full.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>"So ... I am here to fulfill a bargain with one who has taken an interest in your king's activities, to make plain a 'wisdom' that this one believes your king had not yet become aware. Yet, too, I am here because I desire to be, because you are what and who you are ... a man of great strength whose body, mind, and heart has been forged in the fires of both war and discipline."&nbsp; <br><br>The succubus frowned slightly, and her wings ruffled a bit, before she continued with a more thoughtful expression.&nbsp; Though I confess that I begin to wonder... if perhaps the mage possesses even more subtlety than I had thought, and the king is merely a rook.&nbsp; I would be rather cross, if it were not for the fact that I have a certain ... admiration ... for a game well played even when I am one of its pieces."<br><br>The succubus stretched a bit atop him, raising her hands up to meet covering her lips before bringing them back down, holding them close against her body and pulling the fabric that covered her breasts tight against her skin, highlighting their fullness and the jut of nipples already hardened with arousal. "Conjecture it may be, but it seems to me, my sweet, that we have made our deals, and there is nothing to lose and much to gain in the playing of them through.&nbsp; Are you ready to continue?&nbsp; I confess that I am not only ready, I am <strong>most eager</strong> ..."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: That Collar Suits You, My Dear (Briar Rose &amp; Creative Accountant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Creative Accountant</strong> on <strong>30-01-2013, 15:00:54</strong>
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				Initially she seemed to react positively, a mischievous smile threatening to form upon her lips and her body pressing back into his spade like hands. He considered a firm squeeze before she lowered her face to his and he expected to kiss her. Instead her hands held him down and her tongue teased across his lip, the warmth of her breath brushing against him as she exhaled. It was quite electric he thought, his loins stirred as if magnetically drawn to that slick muscle that was manipulating his lip and though he wished desperately kiss her, he did not fight back against the pressure on his chest.<br><br>Rules! he groaned internally, his eyes rolled in disappointment but were snapped back by the look on Jazelle's face. That look that required no further explanation or incited any further argument. Her eyes dropped to the collar and then back to him and was again very aware of jewelry adorned upon his neck that was able to control his very wishes. All the same his interest had been piqued by the mention of her contract and its terms.<br><br>She spoke in riddles he found, revealing a little perhaps and revealing far more. Perhaps this was meant to distract him, however he was determined to get to the bottom of the little mystery he had stumbled upon even if that was not completed tonight. Jazelle did seem genuinely pleased with her position of power, Mathias guessed that having a man of his standing at her whim will give her more pleasure than her probably could but his intention was to try and top that all the same...should the opportunity fully present itself. Then the plot was thickened by a rather over the top shudder caught his attention. Who was this irksome advisor? His mind was whirring before Jazelle's dazzling smile returned him from his thoughts.<br><br>It was abundantly clear she loved to play games, even if she had not specifically mentioned the fact. Mathias had become aware that she was toying with him to varying degrees since he had arrived in her dominion and despite her placid demeanor, he must remain wary of walking into rather nasty traps for her amusement. All the same, her compliments were quite the ego boost. Particularly from one so blessed in the ways of magic and meddling with mortals.<br><br>As she stretched in his lap, he could not help but notice her nipples looked taut through the thin material that barely contained her well endowed chest. He pictured his faced buried between them for a second, probably as she had planned before he caught up with her prose.<br><br><strong>"You do enjoy playing games do you not?" </strong> It was clearly rhetorical, however he barely paused as he continued. <strong>"Yes, Yes. I think you do. Moments ago you give me rules and now you ask my permission to continue. I assume that is where you derive the most pleasure? Encouraging a man...or woman I suppose, to follow your lead willingly yet make it feel like they are in charge."</strong><br><br>He raised his hand to stroke his beard again, a common action of his when digesting the information of a particular circumstance, but also a small act of defiance against her placing his hands upon the arms of the chair. <br><br><strong>"Yes"</strong> he stated with authority. <strong>"Yes...I am ready to continue. Like you I am keen to find out where this particular game may lead, although you are holding the reins..."</strong> his eyes dropped down to the collar again, then back to Jazelle. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: That Collar Suits You, My Dear (Briar Rose &amp; Creative Accountant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gypsy</strong> on <strong>31-01-2013, 13:23:11</strong>
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				"Oh, I adore games.&nbsp; I think ... I think that you've forgotten what it's like to play, Mathias, when the game itself is its own reward."<br><br>She made no objection to the lifting of his hand from the chair, though she watched avidly as he ran his hand along the stubbly hairs upon his face.&nbsp; It was easy for the succubus to imagine that hand in motion along her body, and her lips parted in anticipation.&nbsp; Her eyes glittered in the dancing light of the flames, alight with her own pleasure of being flesh to flesh, and with the slow fires building toward what would be a marvelous blaze.&nbsp; Her hips pushed forward again, slowly rubbing her body against his loins through the interfering cloth.<br><br>"The most pleasure?&nbsp; &nbsp;Hardly .... though there is certainly an appeal in what you suggest.&nbsp; &nbsp;I suspect, my sweet, that those like us rarely cede charge to any, and even when we must ... still we seek to guide events where we would have them.&nbsp; Why do you suppose that is, Matthias? "&nbsp; As she spoke, her hands slid from the chair arm, and from his other hand that he had not moved, to his body, making their unhurried way to the buttons of his shirt.&nbsp; Deliberately, she undid them one by one, slender fingers making quick work of their unfastening, though she paused as each gave way to let the tips of her fingers slide along the bared skin.<br><br>"And since you are keen ... my first command ... discounting the initial unpleasantness, of course ...<strong> bare my breasts</strong>, general.&nbsp; <strong>Tear away this lovely fabric and look upon me</strong>.&nbsp; See how my body already longs for yours ... and while you do so ...."<br><br>Jazelle straightened again in anticipation of the force needed to part the carefully sewn seams of her blouse, and hungry to feel his eyes upon her.&nbsp; "Let us return to the earlier question.&nbsp; You regret the name of rapist because you had not earned it.&nbsp; Were you with your men, Mathias, would you have stepped in to stop that which they did, or would you have considered it their right of conquest?"<br><br>The collar lay quiescent at her command.&nbsp; It would compel only if he resisted, and even then perhaps only if she took further action to activate its magic.<br><br>Jazelle had chosen the command with intent.&nbsp; Given the topic, she wished to see how he reacted to the implied violence of tearing away her blouse, even if she had given consent, nay, demanded it.&nbsp; And if he chose to resist, or to subvert the command by seeking the same result by different methods, that, too, would tell her something.<br><br>And either way, the final result would bring her that much closer to what did allow her to derive the most pleasure.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: That Collar Suits You, My Dear (Briar Rose &amp; Creative Accountant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Creative Accountant</strong> on <strong>31-01-2013, 15:18:55</strong>
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				She did not physically or verbally stop him moving which gave him some comfort, he was free to do what he pleased to an extent so long as he followed her rather simple rules...Do Not Touch. The flickering braziers cast a warm glow upon her cheeks and illuminated her eyes with a bewitching sparkle and Mathias was entranced for a moment or two before she deliberately moved her body and pressed against his manhood. It did not take long for the blood to begin rushing south in reaction to her gyrations.<br><br>He tried to concentrate on her words with limited success, only catching the hint of a question due to the inflection in her voice and the look on her face. He was more interested in her nimble fingers made quick work of his buttoned shirt, the sensation of her fingertips running across the now exposed areas brought a new pleasure which only heightened his state of arousal upon each tantalising release.<br><br>Then his ears pricked at her command, and it was a command with such authority as to not be questioned. It took Mathias several moments to digest this information and he sat slack-jawed and unresponsive in the meantime. The suddenly he grabbed and the leathery material, pulling it more down than apart and forcing Jazelle's magnificent bosom to leap free of containment. His eyes widen as he gained purchase on the garment, tearing it asunder with his bare hands before discarding it on the floor.<br><br>He was now fully erect beneath her as the sight of her exposed breast further fueled his lust. He gazed longingly at her, desperate to take them in his hands or mouth and enjoy them fully. His head moved forward an inch or two before he caught himself, resisting his carnal desires and managing to somehow follow her simple rule.<br><br>He blinked in reaction to her question, before catching himself and responding. <strong>"The answer to your question would depend entirely on timing. In my youthful days, I was far more prone to acts of...impulse.</strong> "His eyes fell back to her chest and his mouth watered at the prospect of taking her hardened nipples between his lips before he continued on. <strong>"I may well have joined in the conquest, taken my rights as a conquering soldier and befouled some pretty virgin.</strong><br><br>Mathias pictured some of the women that had thrown themselves at him as he advance through the Kings ranks, those that lay their and received him in the hope that he would somehow love them for it. They offered nothing but a vassal in which he could derive some meagre pleasures, little more that the satisfaction he could bring himself should the urge take him.<br><br><strong>"Now, I would not partake in such activities for the pleasure derived from an <em>unwilling host</em> is limited. As I do not partake, my men do not either although I am well aware such things occur behind my back. If the situation merits, then punishment will be given however in all honesty... I care little for the daughters of my enemies."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: That Collar Suits You, My Dear (Briar Rose &amp; Creative Accountant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gypsy</strong> on <strong>31-01-2013, 19:41:55</strong>
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				(http://i1177.photobucket.com/albums/x359/Briar_Rose_Thorne/Jazelle_zpsc7e8c652.jpg)<br><br>Whatever forces had created her, or perhaps she had merely shaped herself from the desires of men, Jazelle's upper torso was the epitome of a randy young man's wildest imaginings.&nbsp; Her waist was nipped and trim, seemingly to provide just the perfect handhold to facilitate any number of carnal pleasures.&nbsp; Her breasts were full and heavy, a good size to fill the hands of a large man such as Mathias full to overflowing.&nbsp; Her nipples were also full, dusky and dark, almost plum, and they jutted forward with just the hint of an upward slant as if they beckoned the general forward.<br><br>"Mmmmmm ...." Jazelle purred as the top half of her outfit hit the floor, and she turned a little to the side as he followed her instructions to look hungrily.&nbsp; It pleased her immensely that he had had, and resisted, the urge to explore the exposed bounty with his lips, and she rewarded him by displaying her full breasts to best effect.&nbsp; Slowly, she moved her hands upward as he answered her question, stroking the smooth skin of her waist and stomach with her own fingers until she cupped a breast in each hand, lifting them and letting each thumb trail a lazy path around a nipple.&nbsp; Her body reacted to the pleasurable touch, the aureolas puckering and making the dark tips jut that much farther as she continued to excite them.<br><br>"An honest answer ... thank you, my general.&nbsp; &nbsp;If I might first offer an observation for you to ponder, if you would.&nbsp; The enemy of today may often become the ally of tomorrow ... and even if he does not, is it not the tendency of many children to rebel against the strictures of their parents?"<br><br>She paused,&nbsp; then left off toying with her right breast to bring her hand to her lips.&nbsp; Once there, she leisurely slid her index finger between her parted lips, running it over the top of her tongue as she extended it slightly, all the while gazing into Mathias' eyes with undisguised pleasure.&nbsp; Once she had wet her finger to her satisfaction, she slowly brought it back to her breast and used it, with great attention to detail, to moisten the waiting nipple as she tweaked it between her fingers, inches away from his face.<br><br>"Would you agree that it is then more pleasurable for all concerned if an unwilling host is given sufficient reason ... even sufficient temptation ... to become willing?&nbsp; And is willing enough, or is the pleasure intensified if the ... host ... is eager?"<br><br>Again, she pressed her ass and still covered sex up against the bulge growing in his trousers and used small, controlled movements of her hips to stroke them both through the impeding fabric.<br><br>Jazelle's pupils, as she gazed at him, had dilated even more, and her lips seemed fuller and more moist, as her body's own excitement grew with each lovely reaction to her teasing.<br><br>"Tell me, Matthias, would it please you if my next command were for you to move to the bed which waits for us there?" &nbsp;She asked, her voice dropping to a husky whisper as she leaned in and brushed at his bearded cheek with her breast, expelling a soft hiss of pleasure at the sensation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: That Collar Suits You, My Dear (Briar Rose &amp; Creative Accountant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Creative Accountant</strong> on <strong>05-02-2013, 15:54:22</strong>
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				A soft groan escaped her lips and Mathias felt his manhood pulsate in direct response. For a moment he thought he was under the powers of the collar again before he realised a much greater power was now controlling his actions...desire. His mouth was agape as her hands slowly worked up her slender frame that was almost at odds with the sizable breasts. Mathias felt even his own massive paws, which were larger than the head of most woman and a few men of the castle, would be unable to contain them but had an insatiable urge to test his theory to the fullest.<br><br>He watched attentively as she cupped her breast, putting them fully on display for him and teasing at her sensitive nipples which grew in response to her ministrations. His eyes did not break away from her bosom as she spoke, however he listened closely despite the appearance of ignorance. His gaze was only disrupted by her right hand moving further north and her painted lips wrapped seductively round a single extended digit before her tongue snaked out and flicked at it. He groaned at the very sight as he imagined such actions focused on his stiff and now throbbing cock as Jazelle returned to her nipples, lubricating it with her slick finger and touching herself before his very eyes.<br><br>He shook his head as if to clear the lustful haze that swamped his mind and attempted to answer her questions. <strong>"If my enemy becomes my ally, past misdemeanors must be left as such. If not, they only flaunt themselves as a friend in order to gain your confidence and strike at where you are most vulnerable. In the matter of children, I have no experience for I have never been blessed with one, or cursed if your assertion about rebelling is accurate."</strong><br><br>She spoke again, mindlessly toying with her nipples which was causing no end of distraction to Mathias, it was an internal struggle to just to keep himself from devouring her but he had a stronger mentality than most as had been proven time and again both in and out of combat.<br><br>"Pleasure is far more intense if derived from a willing participant or participants for that matter. Eagerness can be beneficial but also dangerous, it may end the pleasure prematurely if not suitably contained. Experience is key for such matters."<br><br>Her hips seemed to move more vigorously against him, or perhaps it was a sign of his heightened arousal and becoming more sensitive to the touch but his breathing was now heavier and his lips parted in anticipation of what was to come. Mathias practically stood and carried her to the bed as whispering voice offered such delights, before realising it was a question more than a statement. His disappointment was curtailed by the feel of her warm breast brushing against his cheek and his eyes closed to further heighten his of touch.<br><br>He was almost speaking into her breast as he tried to formulate some sort of reasonable response. <strong>"It would please me greatly Jazelle"</strong> he said breathlessly, exhaling hot air against her sensitive skin.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: That Collar Suits You, My Dear (Briar Rose &amp; Creative Accountant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gypsy</strong> on <strong>05-02-2013, 23:24:36</strong>
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				General Mathias was proving a very interesting companion.&nbsp; It was rare to find a man who could converse on philosophical matters sensibly even when she was not putting forth at least a purposeful effort to distract him.&nbsp; All the better, in her opinion, was the fact that his cock pressed so delightfully against her still strained against the fabric of his breeches and pulsed in a sweet rhythm in response to her movements and teasing.<br><br>"Perhaps you have not fully appreciated the purpose of a small degree of rebellion, Mathias, but we will leave this topic and return to it a bit later, perhaps.&nbsp; What would please you would conveniently please me as well.&nbsp; Another command then ..."<br><br>The succubus slowly brushed her nipple across his stubbled cheek and over his lips, relishing the sweetness of the sensation even as she kept alert to arrest any attempt by him to prolong the contact.&nbsp; She wondered how long he would resist such a simple thing as asking, but it was a mild curiosity at best.&nbsp; There was much she could and would do to bring him to the pinnacle of pleasure, and herself as well, before she would prompt.<br><br>After allowing herself but one slow swipe, she reluctantly pushed herself away and found her feet, taking a few steps back while her breasts and wings swayed slightly with the movement.&nbsp; "Stand up, then, and divest yourself of those bothersome trousers and anything else you might be wearing beneath them -- and your boots as well.&nbsp; There is no need of modesty between us, and I would see your sword unsheathed, my warrior, before we put it to use -- the bed yonder would be a suitable cushion upon which to display it whilst I contemplate how best to adorn such a magnificent weapon."<br><br>Hopeful that he had entered into the spirit of their little game in full, she did not wait to see if he followed her instructions, but turned and sashayed slowly across the room, allowing him a good view of swaying hips as her wings unfolded in full.&nbsp; Her prehensile tail curled around her leg caressingly, briefly pulling aside a panel of her skirt, revealing a skimpy bit of lace stretched tight over a smooth rounded cheek.&nbsp; &nbsp;She browsed along the shelves, selecting a jar here, a vial there.<br><br>"Tell me, my sweet general, do you have a fondness for ... honey?" She asked as she turned, a mischievous smile lighting her face.&nbsp; &nbsp;Given the nature of the man, she did not wish him to return to thinking she meant to do him harm this night ... it was more exciting by far to give him reason to anticipate the wonderful things they had yet to do together.
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				Title: <strong>Re: That Collar Suits You, My Dear (Briar Rose &amp; Creative Accountant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Creative Accountant</strong> on <strong>07-02-2013, 16:56:46</strong>
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				His mouth dropped open to answer before he was cut of by Jazelles next command, or at the least the threat of a command. His mouth being slightly agape did have some benefit however as a taut nipple slowly brushed along his lips, yet too quickly for him to latch his lips around and suckle on it as he so desired. A man in his position had always been one to take, such was his power among men and women alike so his current predicament was both highly unusual but strangely satisfying. <br><br>In fact he found himself disappointed as Jazelle moved from his lap, only to stand before him and relay the new command she had hinted at moments earlier. Mathias' only reaction was to arch his eyebrow in disbelief yet the woman casually wandered away to the other side of the room drawing his gaze to the seductively swishing of her hips. He sat up an inch higher as he suddenly remembered that this was no mere woman and her tail revealed a glimpse of her undergarments which he would assumed was by accident had he not spent time in her intoxicating presence.<br><br>Finally he stood as Jazelle busied herself with jars, sliding his shirt from his shoulders as the buttons had already been attended to, revealing a powerfully built chest, decorated by dark fur. If he had been a foot or so taller and had claws rather than fingernails, he could perhaps been mistaken for a bear, such was the width of his shoulders or the girth of his arms. His sat back down to remove his footwear and turned back to Jazelle for a moment with just his breeches to protect his modesty, a tiny internal struggle engaging in his mind before he resolved himself and undid the fastenings.<br><br>With a quick downward tug, his manhood sprung free and bobbed once or twice before standing proudly to attention like a soldier on display. While its length was beaten by a few of his comrades, at around 7 inches it was still sizable. However like the rest of him, it was thick. His girth had caused no end of problems in his younger years as he struggled to find a host that could accommodate him, yet with experience and some guidance from an older lover he had found ways to excite a woman further and ease his occupation rather than battering away like a ram in a siege. That woman had taught him far more than sexual tricks in those few months, although little could she know how such theories could be used in battle.<br><br>He stepped closer to the bed and allowed his hand to follow the contours of the frame, remarking internally at the beautiful craftmanship and skill that hand went into such a creation. His eyes were then drawn to a mechanism which he stared at curiously for a few moments as if that would somehow reveal its purpose. To no avail. His hand then lowered to the black fur and he gasped at the softness, before lowering himself onto his back and feeling the soft material against his naked frame. He must get one of these for his own bed he surmised which would now feel like brittle straw rather than the finest threads in the land.<br><br>As Jazelle spoke he caught the smile on her face, which was more playful than intimidating but he sensed she had plans for the aforementioned delicacy.<br><br><strong>Honey?</strong> he repeated a little off guard. <strong>I have found that honey can make anything taste a little sweeter, although it has rather viscous qualities too.</strong> He smiled and stroked his beard, indicating the perils of facial hair and honey combining. Mathias was feeling quite at ease on the bed, despite his lack of modesty and his cock standing like proudly like some sort of look out tower.
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				Title: <strong>Re: That Collar Suits You, My Dear (Briar Rose &amp; Creative Accountant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gypsy</strong> on <strong>08-02-2013, 02:58:13</strong>
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				There were, Jazelle pondered lazily as her eyes drifted over the general's naked form posing bare and supine upon the bed with the evidence of his arousal standing at flattering attention in a position that simply begged to be put to use.&nbsp; &nbsp;"You have a point, but I am not adverse to creating a bit of a mess, particularly when cleaning up can be nearly as much fun."<br><br>The succubus took her time making the same journey, stepping carefully over his discarded clothing and setting her breasts to swaying more fully in the process.&nbsp; &nbsp; She stopped at the edge of the bed, and placed the items she had collected upon a small table of dark wood, and pulled it closer to the bed itself.&nbsp; One clay jar was stoppered with a small lid which she removed easily with one of her long-nailed hands.&nbsp; The sweet, floral scent of honey wafted out into the chamber, and she left the jar in easy reach before mimicking Mathias's gesture on the bedpost, though she manipulated one of the wires, causing two of the nearest braziers to move slowly closer to the bed, warming the air and bathing both the general's delectable form and her bare breasts with the flickering kiss of the flames' light.<br><br>"You are truly a sight worthy of beholding, my general ... though if the pelt upon your chest were any thicker, it would rival the bedcovering.&nbsp; I will enjoy running my fingers through it ...&nbsp; There are so many possibilities.&nbsp; I find myself almost torn as to where best to begin. " &nbsp;She reached out with one hand, index finger extended, and placed it upon his foot.&nbsp; Slowly, while her eyes drank in every detail, she trailed the single finger up across his leg, over the ridge of his knee, and traced a scar along his outer thigh, dipping in toward his jutting organ but veering away to trace up his bare stomach instead and upward unhurriedly to the swell of his pectoral muscles and at last to a flattened nipple, which she circled with a fingertip and gentle scrape of a nail before pulling her hand away with a show of reluctance.<br><br>"But since the honey is here now, perhaps a small appetizer to whet our appetites ..."<br><br>Jazelle sat down on the edge of the bed, and took a small wooden stick with a rounded head, shaped somewhat like Matthias' cock except long and slender, and dipped it into the jar of amber honey.<br><br>"And my next command, my sweet ... raise your arms and grip the metal of the bed and do not take your hands away until I tell you otherwise."<br><br>She held up the honey-coated stick toward him temptingly, as her tongue emerged to lick her upper lip lasciviously while she waited for him to follow her command, and her lower body twitched slightly in a shiver of anticipation of what it would feel like, finally,&nbsp; to have him inside her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: That Collar Suits You, My Dear (Briar Rose &amp; Creative Accountant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Creative Accountant</strong> on <strong>08-02-2013, 15:57:00</strong>
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				Mathias could only smile as Jazelle mentioned the fun to be had when cleaning up after honey, relaxing on the bed as her eyes washed over him. His head was turned towards her, his eyes trained on the mesmerising sway of her breasts with each purposeful step before finally she arrived at the bed and placed the items she had collected on a table that she moved with reach of Mathias should he so wish, or to be more exact...should she so wish.<br><br>Then Jazelle turned to the contraption that Mathias had inspected without success moments earlier and he sat up a little she fiddle with one of the wires, fearing the consequences. He was quite amazed when the light of the braziers were drawn closer to the bedframe, having never seen something so cleverly designed. He briefly pondered potential uses on the battlefield before realising that the light from the fire was illuminating Jazelle in the most brilliant way which seemed to amplify both her curves and her beauty. <br><br>His lips parted with a silent rush of air as a wandering finger touched his foot and meandered along his leg, climbing the summit of his knee and finding one of his scars on his muscular tree-trunk like thigh. He looked up at Jazelle as he felt the finger slide towards his aching groin and closed his eyes in disappointment as it slipped away and moved along his upper body. A little gasp of pain and pleasure escaped him as her nail scraped along his nipple before sadly the sensation disappeared.<br><br>Jazelle spoke again then sat beside him on the bed, holding a stick in hand which was then covered in honey. A command followed and the stick was aimed towards him, he caught the delicious smell in his nostrils and could only rue the fact he no longer had Jazelles scent clouding his mind. He watched her tongue flick out and lubricate her lips in the sexiest manner he could imagine and his cock twitched involuntarily as it seemed to desire its own lubrication.<br><br>Reluctantly he looked away and behind him, raising his hands above his head and finding a suitable point on the bed to hold. He had a strong feeling that what was to come would test his grip to the fullest.<br><br><strong>"What...What if I cannot resist the temptation?"</strong> he asked with trepidation. He was growing ever surer that her powers of seduction far outweighed his self control.
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				Title: <strong>Re: That Collar Suits You, My Dear (Briar Rose &amp; Creative Accountant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gypsy</strong> on <strong>08-02-2013, 18:34:46</strong>
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				Her eyes closed slowly in an unhurried blink as she considered his question, as if she did not already know the answer.&nbsp; It made the sight of him stretched out before her all the sweeter when she opened those eyes again and let them wander slowly over his body from his face to his feet and back up to meet his gaze with a slowly developing smile that did not try to hide her enjoyment at the evidence of his anticipation. &nbsp;"If you remove your hands without first asking and receiving my permission to do so, my lovely general ..." she answered, pausing to let the moment draw out to better tease him.<br><br>While she waited, she moved the honey-coated stick over his body with a slow and steady hand until it was positioned directly over his erect member, and tapped it with her index finger so that a single drop of the golden liquid fell from it's head to the tip of Mathias' engorged cock.&nbsp; The drop was warm, and spread out slightly over the darkened silken skin, a mere touch of sensation that promised more.<br><br>"If you do so, my lovely general, I will stop whatever it is I am doing ... and leave you untouched and aching until I feel you are sufficiently regretful for your behavior.&nbsp; Is it such a hard thing for you to grant me in return for pleasure such as this?"<br><br>Without waiting for an answer, Jazelle slowly leaned forward until her head was directly above his swollen member, its tip glistening with the lone drop of sweet honey.&nbsp; She admired the jutting hardness of his cock, the sweet curves and patterns of the veins beneath the skin that filled it full to pulsing with her eyes for a moment, before directing those eyes up to his.&nbsp; She smiled again, a quick curve of her lips, before her tongue dipped out to touch the waiting flesh with the same slow precision as she had dispensed the honey.&nbsp; Her eyes still directed toward his face, she slowly and deliberately traced a circle around the honeyed skin with the tip of her moist and agile tongue so that she could taste only the first hint of sweetness.&nbsp; Again, and again, she repeated the circle with her eyes locked on his face, until she paused and her gaze dropped.<br><br>Slowly, she licked her lips again as her hair swung forward to tickle Mathias' pelvis an thighs, and then her tongue flicked out again to capture the full tasted of the drop, sliding full along the silken head, again, and again until only a trace of stickiness was left.&nbsp; She glanced up at him again through her eyelashes, her breath still washing over and warming his cockhead, before she leaned forward a bit more and enveloped the full head with her lips.&nbsp; She held him there, her tongue playing over and around the bulb for a long moment before she sucked away the last remaining sweetness, relishing the faint saltiness of sweat and masculinity as much as the honey's gentle bite.<br><br>With unfeigned regret, she left off her ministrations and slowly sat back up, letting him watch as her tongue captured the last of that first taste from her lips.&nbsp; "You have an exquisite flavor, Mathias.&nbsp; &nbsp;You continue to please me in ways quite surprising - it makes the desire to see how you perform with more conventional pleasings all the stronger.&nbsp; I believe I will let you choose your reward for answering the next question ... would you prefer a taste of honey yourself, or should I continue to reserve that pleasure for myself?&nbsp; I will even tell you the question before you choose.&nbsp; I would know of the loss of your virginity, General, the first time you slipped this lovely sword into its intended scabbard ... not of the women herself, not the who ... I seek no indelicate secrets ...&nbsp; but rather ... your thoughts, how it felt, what you might do differently if you could relive that moment.&nbsp; And while you speak, if you choose to do so, you will receive your chosen reward ... in a fashion that may interrupt your words but will not still them."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: That Collar Suits You, My Dear (Briar Rose &amp; Creative Accountant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Creative Accountant</strong> on <strong>11-02-2013, 11:58:19</strong>
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				She slowly looked him up and down, her gaze washing over his naked form as he lay there expectantly, obediently. He was shocked by a warm splash of honey dripping onto the crown of his swollen member, gasping a little from the surprise and then watch the golden sweetness attempt in vain to cover his bulbous head.<br><br>Again he attempted to respond to her question before the realisation struck him that it was merely rhetorical and Jazelle lowered her head to find herself inches away from the viscose liquid. From there she seemed to be appraising his bulging structure, her eyes taking in every curve and crenelation of his very masculinity before her eyes fixed him and her tongue looped around his engorged head. Mathias groaned loudly already, the anticipation and excitement building to the point where his sensitivity was extremely heightened. In fact, he had almost forgotten the simple rule of holding on, instinct wishing him to grab and handful of the Succubus' hair and drive his sword deep into her mouth but he managed to catch himself and arch his hips forward to increase the sensation but to no avail, Jazelle was in complete control and seemed to be relishing in his delicious torment.<br><br>Her eyes never left him and he felt that look alone could send him over the edge as her teasing muscle soon made his breath more ragged. His cock was twitching under the pressure of her ministrations but not once did she allow it to leave her touch as she continued to lick and stare. It was both a relief and a disappointment as she retracted, while she moved her head and allowed strands of dark hair to tickle around his thighs and groin. <br><br>Her eyes lowered and her tongue began to attack him again, this time targeting the remain traces of honey that had been briefly missed. He moaned and lifted his hips again as he felt her tongue brush over the opening at the apex of his arousal, his head rolling back and his eyes shutting from sheer pleasure. As her tongue halted again he looked back down, Jazelle was staring at him intently as her warm breath washed against him and kept him desperate for more. Suddenly the warmth surrounded him, taking his thick head into the heat of her mouth and allowing her tongue to continue relieving him of any delicious syrup that still remained.<br><br>When she finally released him he was breathing heavily and his eyes had a glaze that signified some who succumbed to their base desires and instincts. Then he heard her wonderful offer, continued pleasure the opportunity to enjoy her. The choice was exceptionally difficult, he derived great enjoyment from pleasuring a woman with his tongue and the prospect of tasting Jazelle was far more enticing than the sweet honey. <br><br><strong>"I would choose my own pleasure Jazelle, although not for the selfish reason you may initially assume. While I have no doubt such pleasure will drive me to distraction, my tongue cannot both articulate and sample such a delicious treat."</strong> His eyes dropped between her thighs to the leather still covering her modesty and he licked his lips at the prospect. Without further hesitation he began to recount his tale, confident that Jazelle had no desire to disagree with his choice otherwise she would not have given him one.<br><br><strong>"I was around 15 at the time, and taking a multitude of jibes from my older comrades for still maintaining my virginity. My ability with a sword had been such that I was fighting men who could have sired me, yet holding my own at first and soon after besting them with alarming regularity. They thought my lack of sexual experience to be a weakness and continued to goad me..."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: That Collar Suits You, My Dear (Briar Rose &amp; Creative Accountant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gypsy</strong> on <strong>11-02-2013, 23:13:09</strong>
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				"My sweet ... you mistake me," Jazelle murmured.&nbsp; "The reward you have chosen will come after your answer, not during.&nbsp; I have no desire to tire out your tongue too quickly, though I may make it a challenge for you to focus upon your words nonetheless."<br><br>Just as she had when he sat upon the chair, as he spoke, the succubus moved over the bed to straddle his hips, the cloth of her skirt dragging over his skin and throbbing erection with torturous slowness, and settled down upon his stomach and groin with her bent knees tucked tight in against his waist and outer thighs.&nbsp; &nbsp;His cock nestled into the curved indentation where the full curves of her ass met, tickled by the slight roughness of the garment that still covered her sex, and she rubbed herself against him with evident pleasure.<br><br>"That was cruel of them.&nbsp; I rather wish I had known you then.&nbsp; It would have been sweet pleasure indeed to have the gift of your first release ... but young men are usually so quick to reach the finish.&nbsp; Yes, I think this is better, my sweet.&nbsp; &nbsp;When at last I give you sweet release,&nbsp; I believe you will remember the force of it in even more detail than this, your very first.&nbsp; Tell me more, darling .. tell me everything while I prepare ..."<br><br>Jazelle stretched over the bed, leaning in low to let her hair brush across his face even as her breasts dragged over the slightly crisp hairs upon his chest, eliciting a soft hiss of pleasure from her lips, and collected the jar of honey once more.&nbsp; This time, she dipped her finger directly into its warm sticky sweetness, and used that finger to encircle Mathias' right nipple, toying with it even as she rubbed the sticky liquid over and into his skin, pausing occasionally to wriggle against his upthrust cock as if to reassure him that she would not forget about such deliciousness.&nbsp; &nbsp;The pupils of her eyes were large and dark, and her lips remained parted as she used her body to tease him, her breath coming a bit faster as evidence of her own arousal -- though she showed no signs of surrendering any amount of control.
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				Title: <strong>Re: That Collar Suits You, My Dear (Briar Rose &amp; Creative Accountant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Creative Accountant</strong> on <strong>13-02-2013, 11:57:20</strong>
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				He gave a slight laugh, a hint of embarrassment on his face as he dipped his head in an apologetic manner. <strong>"Forgive my misunderstanding, it would appear you have driven me to distraction already!"</strong> He laughed more heartily this time, a wide grin stretching across his face before he found Jazelle straddling him once more. He gasped in pleasure at the sensation of her skirt trailing along his bulging arousal, the lightness of the touch not enough to provide significant pleasure but the feeling of the soft material on such a susceptible area was delightful all the same.<br><br>He watched closely as she maneuvered herself into position, the cleft of her rounded cheeks perfectly positioned between the cleft of her buttocks as the material of her undergarments rubbed against him under the direction of her undulating hips. He attempted to speak again in an attempt to distract himself from the pulsating throb Jazelle was eliciting from his groin but was distracted again by the feel of her hair and breasts in close proximity. He regained control and continued.<br><br><strong>"Cruel or not, it is a fact of life. Men in such close proximity will poke and prod at you to find your weaknesses. It taught me a great many things so I cannot regret it and as I grew older I learnt that such challenges weeded out those too weak of mind or spirit to stand by you on the battlefield. It is a necessary evil.</strong> he watched for a moment as she lathered his nipple with honey before continuing with his tale.<br><br><strong>"I was taken to an Inn with a other lads and my Quarter Master who had become very interested in my progression having seen me best more experienced men at such an early age. It appeared he knew a few of the regular patrons there including..ugh..."</strong> he stopped under the duress of a particularly enjoyable wiggle of Jazelles rear before continuing as if nothing had happened. <strong>"...an older woman. She took a keen interest in me and after a few ales she invited me upstairs. She was plain but chesty and my cock made the decision for me, it was ready to burst through my breeches at the sight of her cleavage let alone her incessant attentions...</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: That Collar Suits You, My Dear (Briar Rose &amp; Creative Accountant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gypsy</strong> on <strong>13-02-2013, 22:47:47</strong>
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				"It seems that <strong>that</strong> is one trait you still share with your impetuous youth," Jazelle murmured, making sure to rub her lace-covered butt more firmly against the hardness of his cock, which surely would have burst through his breeches had he still been wearing them.&nbsp; "Perhaps I shall be impetuous as well.&nbsp; Hold your tale but a moment ... ssssshhhhh," she said, her voice sinking down low into a sultry whisper.<br><br>She dipped her finger back into the honeypot again, and brought forth a small portion of the dripping bounty which she transferred to Matthias' bare nipple and began the slow process of coating it well, interspersed with small flicks of her nail over the top of the nub.&nbsp; She watched his face carefully, drinking in the play of emotions and sensations over his rugged countenance with the movements, smiling slightly all the while.&nbsp; With her free hand, still unsullied by the sticky sweetness with which she was anointing the now cooperative general, she released the fastenings of the skirt she still wore and pulled it free, dragging cloth over his throbbing member with deliberate slowness.&nbsp; With its removal, her sex was barely covered by a bit of knitted lace, the pattern concealing only the apex and pulled tightly enough that Mathias could see, if he wished, the shape of the plump lips that concealed the center of her womanhood.<br><br>"There, now ... continue your tale, my sweet, whilst I see if your nipples taste as sweet as your sword.&nbsp; &nbsp;You shall, after all, have your reward while you speak ... and when your tale is done, there are other pleasures for us to explore.&nbsp; Do not move, Mathias, save your head ... just enjoy."<br><br>As he began to speak again, Jazelle bent down again, applying her tongue to Matthias' nipple with slow, catlike licks, pulling her hair over to fall at the side of her face so that by tilting his head he could see her tongue lashing at the slight swell of his breasts.&nbsp; She interspersed the action of her tongue with capturing the little nub between her teeth in a gentle grip while her tongue slowly circled it, and once the nipple and surrounding aureole had been licked completely clean of the sweet honey, she teased the nub between her thumb and forefinger while her mouth moved on to the other side.&nbsp; At each punctuation of his voice she looked back up into his eyes, silently promising as much thorough attention as his body could possibly endure and yet more again,&nbsp; and her hips moved against him in a slow counter-rhythm, stopping only when he forgot his command to keep his body still.<br><br>When his tale was done, she asked another question.&nbsp; "Can you trust me, Mathias? ... or perhaps that was too broad a question.&nbsp; Do you accept, my general, that this night I mean you no harm, only pleasure?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: That Collar Suits You, My Dear (Briar Rose &amp; Creative Accountant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Creative Accountant</strong> on <strong>18-02-2013, 15:20:59</strong>
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				He laughed at first at her assertion before it quickly turned into a muffled groan, the material encompassing her rear beginning to rub firmly against his cock and create both a little friction and pleasure. Mathias was about to tell her that at least now he was far more in control of his release but the moment had passed as she hushed him.<br><br>Slowly, Jazelle eased her fingers into the sticky tub and removed her digits with a healthy coating perched upon the tips. Without spilling a drop she began to slowly rub the liquid into his nipple as Mathias' eyes closed to enjoy the sensual massage. A brief hint of pain caused him to gasp and look down quickly at the long manicured fingers decorating him as he watched the nail flick over his now erect nub yet again. This time he was more in-tune with the slight discomfort and his reaction was far least pronounced. His tongue brushed along his lips as he watched Jazelle lower her hand, watching her expertly deal with the fastenings and remove it from her beautifully crafted frame. She somehow managed to make him throb a little harder as the skirts path to the floor found it raking across his hardness, pulling it from off centre and causing him further enjoyment. His lips parted as if words had caught in his throat, before a satisfied exhalation as she finally released the weight manipulating his member.<br><br>He watched closely as Jazelle lowered herself to his coated nipples and began to flick her tongue of his raised buds. Her eyes were trained on him and he couldnt help think she may be the most wonderfully erotic and intoxicating being he had encountered.<br><br>Reluctanctly he continue his tale, interspersed with gasps and groans as she continued to focus her attentions on him. <strong>"She took me by the hand and led me to a room, before pointing me towards the bed...mmm... and locking the door behind me. When I had sat and looked back towards her she was fully naked and I gawped as only a young man...ohhh...could before she told me to undress. I quickly did so and she lay on the bed beside me and...Jazelle...uh...she told me to take her right then and there and I did. I fumbled around for a few moments before she took me between her legs and within moment I was spent much to my embarrassment. She merely laughed and sent me on my way, I later learnt the Quarter Master had hired her for me and was furious that his coin had earnt taken so little time to be spent</strong><br><br>Mathias was almost out of breath as he finished, he did not know his nipples could be so sensitive to touch and the constant movement of her hips served to continue stimulating his groin. However more than that, the look in her eyes promised much more and he could not tear his gaze away. <br><br><strong>"Trust? Not yet, I fear your loyalty lies elsewhere and should I get in the way of the goals of you or your master...I could be removed. However tonight I believe you mean me no harm, in fact you have brought me nothing but pleasure since our initial....<em>disagreement</em>"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: That Collar Suits You, My Dear (Briar Rose &amp; Creative Accountant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gypsy</strong> on <strong>20-02-2013, 03:47:13</strong>
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				(http://i1177.photobucket.com/albums/x359/Briar_Rose_Thorne/Jazelle_zpsc7e8c652.jpg)<br><br>"That is enough for our purposes tonight, my general.&nbsp; &nbsp;I am pleased to see that you have developed control since your first experience.&nbsp; &nbsp;You remember that first in exquisite detail, yet how many have you forgotten?&nbsp; How many memories of your body's ultimate pleasure buried to the hilt in another's hot, wanting flesh have flowed one into the other with nothing more to distinguish it than if you had spilled your seed into your own grasp before rolling over to sleep with barely a pause?"<br><br>"No need to answer, sweet ... I merely wished you to consider it before promising that our time together will stay as fresh in your memory as that first time ... and that I will give you much more to remember than a few frenzied seconds."<br><br>The succubus reached behind her with one hand, and grasped Mathias' rock-hard member and slowly guided it between the junction of her legs, rubbing its head against the lace dampened by her own arousal slowly and deliberately as her hips moved suggestively above him.<br><br>"Then release your grip upon the bed, my sweet, and trust me but a bit more ..."<br><br>She reluctantly removed her fingers slowly from the general's silken, heated sword ... which might better be described as a club than a blade... and raised herself above him so that he could better move.<br><br>"and turn over upon the bed, and let your sweet cock be tickled by the fur of the blanket, your legs and knees flat upon the bed. Use your arms to support your torso, my sweet.&nbsp; I would have you turn enough that you watch me as I grant you more pleasure."<br><br>As she waited, Jazelle slipped her right hand beneath the skimpy lace that partially hid her sex and slid her fingers between her folds, teasing both herself and Mathias' eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: That Collar Suits You, My Dear (Briar Rose &amp; Creative Accountant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Creative Accountant</strong> on <strong>22-02-2013, 13:24:50</strong>
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				Mathias laughed as she mentioned his ability to control his release. Truly the mere rub of her buttocks against him would have forced a release in his teenage years, although since then he has learnt that waiting serves to heighten the euphoria and delaying gratification for a time serves its purpose.<br><br>As Jazelle paused for breath, his mouth opened to respond but she cut him off as she saw a reaction poised on the tip of his tongue. Instead he merely nodded in acknowledgement. As she reached behind her, he groaned loudly at the feel of soft supple fingers wrapping around his thickness. The pressure applied as she manipulated his cock was well judged, enough to send a wave of pleasure through his broad, muscular body yet unlikely to bring him to orgasm. He felt the familiar touch of her lace underwear that had been tormenting him for some time now, the roughness of the intricate design offset by the softness of the material. However this time there was a heat emanating from the lace, radiating from the core of the succubus as her hips writhed deliberately against him, stroking and rubbing in the most desirable ways. <br><br>His eyes were glazed with passion as she somehow managed to work the length of his sensitive cock, his breath becoming shortened as he whispered inaudible praise to the gods or heavens. If she continued for a few minutes more Mathias knew he would cum, coating himself in another viscous substance, as he began to feel her dampness through the thin material. He moved quickly as she allowed him to remove his hands before disappointment struck as she released him from her hand. Then followed more instruction that somewhat confused the General and his brow furrowed to mark that.<br><br>He looked at Jazelle for a few moments, hovering above him, before he turned onto his front. The fur felt exquisite against his body, particularly against his swollen member and he unconsciously ground his hips into the bed to feel the soft material along his length. He rolled his head in a wide circle as if to stretch his neck muscles before rising onto his elbows as instructed. His torso left the comfort of the dark fur and he turned his head to look back at Jazelle, his lips parting as he caught a glimpse of Jazelle sliding her hand between her thighs and slipping her long manicured fingers between pink puffy lips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: That Collar Suits You, My Dear (Briar Rose &amp; Creative Accountant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gypsy</strong> on <strong>25-02-2013, 20:35:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1177.photobucket.com/albums/x359/Briar_Rose_Thorne/Jazelle_zpsc7e8c652.jpg)</div><br>"Mmmmmm ... very nice, my general," Jazelle purred softly, as much from the pleasure of seeing that Mathias had surrendered himself fully, if only in the limited sense, to her control as to the sensations of her fingers sliding over the sensitive slickness of her sex with the ease of long practice.&nbsp; &nbsp; She enjoyed teasing almost as much as she enjoyed fucking, and the sight of Mathias' hunger as he watched her pleasure herself was a kind of foreplay in itself.&nbsp; Nevertheless, she continued the sweet motion of her fingers only a few slow repetitions before slowly withdrawing the two glistening digits and guiding them slowly to her lips, where she proceeded to give them the same sort of slow attention as she had his cock, her tongue savoring the sweet taste of desire.<br><br>"Do you like what you see, Mathias?&nbsp; Not much longer, now, my sweet ... just one more little detail before I allow you to play ...&nbsp; While I retrieve what we will need, another question ... do you enjoy pleasing a woman with your mouth and tongue?"<br><br>She reached to the side of the bed, and pulled up the furry blanket enough to reveal a small, handy compartment that held a number of toys that she had prepared for the occasion.&nbsp; "One for you ... and one for me ..." she said as she first held up a small chain of smooth black beads of graduating size, and then a smoothly carved item whose shape was not unlike Mathias' own member, though considerably smaller in girth.<br><br>She lay both on the bed, and then stretched to reach for another stoppered vial and poured a bit of softly scented oil onto her fingers. &nbsp;"Lift yourself up a bit on your knees, my sweet ... and stay still&nbsp; ... I do not wish you to cum until I give you leave.&nbsp; Stay still, my sweet, and trust that I bring only pleasure ..." &nbsp;The succubus coated both hands with the thin, slick lubricant, leaving the toys where they were, and then reached beneath his hips to slide her left hand over his sack and then to again enclose his cock in a light, warmly slick clasp while she guided three of her fingers gently up and down the furrow between his buttocks in a slow, deliberate motion.&nbsp; &nbsp;"The sensation of the beads, inserted here, one by one ... is exquisite ... particularly, I am told, when one's cock is being ridden by an enthusiastic lover.&nbsp; I promise, Mathias, to be very .... very ... enthusiastic."<br><br>She licked her lips again, her breath coming a bit faster at the thought as she regarded Mathias with eye heavy with her own desire, and carefully and slowly, the tips of two slick fingers began gently massaging and tickling the ring of tight muscle while her other hand slid from base to tip of his cock and stilled.&nbsp; "Would you have me continue, my sweet?&nbsp; I would hear you say so ..."<br><br>She could, of course, simply order it, and the collar would force him to comply.&nbsp; That was not what she wanted, not the sweet lesson that was hers to impart. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: That Collar Suits You, My Dear (Briar Rose &amp; Creative Accountant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Creative Accountant</strong> on <strong>28-02-2013, 16:33:52</strong>
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				<strong>"Very much Jazelle..."</strong> he said in a breathless whisper, licking his lips as he imagined her flavour on them. He yearned to taste her, to devour her, to have her flailing helplessly as he tried to invoke even half the pleasure and torment she had caused him thus far. No doubt the sight of her cleaning the trail of sex from her nimble fingers only served to intensify his feelings of desire.<br><br>He watched intently as she moved and pulled a few items from a hidden compartment in the bed. Her words then sent a cold shiver along his spine as he realised that one of the toys was intended for him, he visibly went tense as he considered whether the variety of beads or the long phallic tool was meant for him and where exactly she planned to use it.<br><br>Reluctantly he lifted onto his knees so that they were perpendicular with the floor, as his thick cock bobbed between his thighs. His nervous tension had no detrimental affect on his arousal before he gasped in pleasure as Jazelles slick hand wrapped around both his balls and cock. Squeezing them tightly together, although not uncomfortably, Mathias instinctively moved his hips as if to thrust into her hand before noticing Jazelles fingers massaging the cleft between his cheeks. At first his head jolted up in response, his mouth parted ready to protest but with all elements of his manhood caught between her fingers the words failed to leave his mouth.<br><br>However he slowly relaxed, particularly as Jazelle explained the "exquisite" nature of the pleasure and hinted at her desire to ride him mercilessly. Suddenly her attentions were focusing specifically on his contracted muscle and the effect was....stimulating. He began to pant a little and feel his erection throb in her hand as her tips brushed over his sensitive ring, the tips of which were encroaching upon entry...something that despite his attempted protestations he was beginning to yearn for. <br><br><strong>"Please Jazelle..."</strong> he groaned heavily, almost a plea of desperation by this point as his sack was full and heavy and beginning to ache. He had never been so turned on for so long by anyone and while the pleasure was incomparable, he felt as if he needed to explode soon or becoming a quivering wreck under her talented touch.
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				Title: <strong>Re: That Collar Suits You, My Dear (Briar Rose &amp; Creative Accountant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gypsy</strong> on <strong>28-02-2013, 20:23:11</strong>
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				"Mmmmm .... I like the sound of those words from your lips, my general," the succubus purred softly.&nbsp; Her left hand continued its slow fondling of Mathias' balls and shaft, but so softly that he was denied enough friction to attain release.&nbsp; &nbsp; With her other hand, she continued the slow caress of his rear entrance, her well-oiled index finger ever so slowly demanding entrance.&nbsp; &nbsp;She took her time, enjoying the evidence that while she could not be his first lover, she would be the first to introduce him to this particular pleasure.&nbsp; With great care, and mindful of her nails, she rotated her finger in a gentle circular motion to spread the oil and encourage relaxation of the muscle. <br><br>"Listen carefully, my sweet," she instructed softly, her words becoming barely a breathy whisper as her own excitement grew.&nbsp; "You are not to cum until I tell you that you may.&nbsp; Use that iron will well, for if you disobey me in this, your punishment will not be the collar, but rather the loss of pleasure that few are disciplined enough to experience."&nbsp; As she spoke, she continued the slow, light stroking of his cock in conjunction with a firmer caress of his rosebud's interior.&nbsp; By the last word, she judged him ready for the beads.&nbsp; Rather than have him distracted from the sensation, she ceased the stroking of his cock and simply cupped his sack almost tenderly as she brought the first oiled bead to the opening her fingertip had so recently vacated.<br><br>"Tell me, Mathias ... would you like for me to continue?" She leaned in against him, bending low to let her hair trail over his back as she licked the taut muscle of his lower back, and slid the first bead past the tight opening, followed by the second. &nbsp;"You have but to ask ..."<br><br>Despite her control, the lace of her one remaining garment was wet with her flowing juices, and she pressed her sex hard against his hip, hissing slightly at the welcome pressure on her swollen, throbbing clit.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: That Collar Suits You, My Dear (Briar Rose &amp; Creative Accountant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Creative Accountant</strong> on <strong>06-03-2013, 14:21:05</strong>
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				Mathias dropped his head to the soft fur sheets, turned behind him to eye Jazelles curved body and watch her gently manipulate his manhood between his thighs. All that he could not see was a well manicured digit, slowly circling and rotating around his sensitive rosebud as it became more lubricated with each passing moment. <br><br>When she offered her lust-filled instruction he groaned softly <strong>"Yes...Jazelle...</strong> in reply and eased back a little against her ministrations. His task would be difficult, of that he was sure. In fact he was already contemplating a plea for his release, his sac feeling full to the brim and ready to burst in her hand but his pride refused to let him, at least for now. As she released his member he felt a sense of small relief knowing he was less likely to disobey if his most sensitive area was free of her talented touch, but the feeling was short lived as he felt what he could only assume was a bead, pressing against his rear.<br><br>As she leaned over, he felt her hair tickle the small of his back before the warmth of her tongue found his skin. Despite her question, he suddenly found her slipping a bead inside him which was easy enough for him to accomodate, feeling neither painful or pleasant...just odd. He rose back onto his elbows as the second bead was popped inside and the vibration caused by the movement sent a rush of pleasure along nerves he had never known to exist. His throbbing cock lurched and he gasped at the sudden jolt of pleasure.<br><br>"I want more." he urged with conviction. "These beads...I have never experience anything like it, but more manhood is aching with each tiny movement." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: That Collar Suits You, My Dear (Briar Rose &amp; Creative Accountant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gypsy</strong> on <strong>06-03-2013, 21:57:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1177.photobucket.com/albums/x359/Briar_Rose_Thorne/Jazelle_zpsc7e8c652.jpg)</div><br>Mathias' eagerness made her chuckle slightly, though she cautioned him warningly with a light flick of her fingers against the cheek of his ass.&nbsp; "Shhhhhh," she whispered, as she gently inserted another bead.&nbsp; "Don't move ... until I tell you, sweet." &nbsp;Four more beads remained of the chain, each larger than the last, and the final bead, she knew, would keep an almost constant pressure upon sensitive nerves, all the more pleasurable with each movement.&nbsp; Her own sex was beginning to ache sweetly at the constant reminder of her general's throbbing excitement.&nbsp; <br><br>Ever so slowly, her fingers trailed up and down over the valley between the cheeks of Mathias' ass, down to the top of his sac and around the beads themselves, inserting another bead at the completion of each caress.&nbsp; With the last one, she took a little extra time to rub the last bead around the constricted muscle gently, causing slight movements of the beads already inside.&nbsp; When it was in place, she gave him a little pat on the behind and moved over beside him.<br><br>Her hand reached under his chin to bring his eyes up to hers, as her thumb rubbed lightly and teasingly over his lips.&nbsp; "Very soon, my sweet.&nbsp; I have but one more task for you before we see how well your lovely cock fits within me ... a discovery that I am longing to make."<br><br>Once she was certain she had his attention, she let go of his chin and reached down to grasp the narrow strips of lace that was her remaining article of clothing.&nbsp; Slowly, she tugged&nbsp; at them until the triangle of fabric slipped away, revealing the swollen, damp lips of her sex to his gaze.&nbsp; Unhurriedly, and with a sly little smile hovering around her lips, she lifted first one knee and then the other to slip the garment off completely.&nbsp; Each movement parted her nether lips slightly, hinting at the rosy delights within, and the succubus obviously enjoyed putting on a little show.&nbsp; When she was bare, she negligently tossed the bit of lace to the floor, and lay back upon the bed, reclining against one of the pillows with her knees bent and the neatly trimmed triangle of her sex bare and waiting.&nbsp; She reached down lasciviously and used her fingers to spread her folds slightly so that the tiny, quivering nub peeked out teasingly.<br><br>"I would first see how you use your mouth and tongue, Mathias.&nbsp; &nbsp;You have my permission to explore my body with your mouth, my general ... but not your hands.&nbsp; Those you may use only to support yourself, and make certain to keep your knees bent and that lovely bum in the air while you do so, the better to feel the movements of the beads.&nbsp; Make me cum, my warrior.&nbsp; Lick and suck and bite just a little ... love me with your lips.&nbsp; The more intensely you make me cum, the quicker and harder your own release will be earned." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: That Collar Suits You, My Dear (Briar Rose &amp; Creative Accountant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Creative Accountant</strong> on <strong>22-03-2013, 12:44:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He was groaning loudly with exhilaration as his rear was invaded by beads of increasing magnitude, he was surprised at how easily he was accepting their intrusion but once he had relaxed, his muscles became accustomed to the entry. With each lap of her fingers, the pleasure became heightened, each additional bead seemed to increase the sensitivity in the areas her digits were visiting. As she seemed to reach the end of the toy, Jazelle slowly manipulated the device, circling and rotating it in the most delicious ways. Mathias closed his eyes as he felt waves of pleasure rush through his body, gripping the fur lined sheets tightly in order to try and resist the urge to explode then and there. While he desired it greatly, his reward would be even greater and he let out a small sigh of relief as the succubus moved beside him.<br><br>As she brought her finger to her lips, Mathias encircled the digit and gave it a soft kiss. He was desperate to taste her skin and it was as if she could read his mind as she slowly revealed herself to him. At an achingly slow pace, the damp layer of lace fell away and revealed plump pink lips that caused his mouth to go a dry at the prospect of devouring her. With the most devilish grin on her face, she slowly lay back and spread herself for him and his cock throbbed once more at the sight. As she ordered him to provide her with a sweet release, he could not have been more pleased.<br><br>He crawled towards her, like an obedient dog he thought for a brief moment before desire clouded his pride, and stopped with his head directly above her sweet garden and eyes gazing upwards at the lustful creature. A wisp of a smile cracked upon his lips as he slowly lowered himself towards the heat emanating between her thighs while his eyes never left hers. He would enjoy this he thought, make her endure some of the torment he had "suffered" thus far and the grin grew wider.<br><br>With a lazy flick of the tongue, he brushed against her sensitive bundle of nerves that were so temptingly exposed by her fingers and pulled back with after just the merest of connections. Then with a long breath, he exhaled against her lips, allowing the heat to crash into her but providing her no physical pleasure. With a pause, Mathias finally lowered his head and placed the flat of his tongue at the very foundation of her womanhood, allowing her sweet taste to dribble into his mouth. At a rate comparable to that which Jazelle had removed her undergarments, his slick muscle moved north, forcing her lips apart with a strong stroke before he finally reached the apex. There he finished with a flourish, his lips suckling upon her exposed clitoris and tongue circling it before he pulled back with a pop.<br><br>He raised himself back up so his face was level with hers and allowed himself the pleasure of removing her taste from his lips, groaning softly and smiling as he imagined her soaking him when she finally came.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: That Collar Suits You, My Dear (Briar Rose &amp; Creative Accountant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gypsy</strong> on <strong>25-03-2013, 04:37:39</strong>
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				A traditionalist might have resented the kiss upon the thumb without permission, but Jazelle was a believer in results more than the methodology of how to attain them.&nbsp; As it was, she was doubly pleased with the eagerness with which Mathias moved to attend to her command.&nbsp; She even smiled faintly at the hint of rebellion in his eyes - a man with spirit was worth his weight in gold, particularly when that spirit was properly directed.<br><br>The smile faded into a more fixed expression as she felt the first caress of his tongue over the quivering center of her sex.&nbsp; "You learn quickly, my general," she whispered with a light chuckle as he teased, and her free hand moved to rest upon the back of his head, threading through the spikey short hair in an almost tender gesture.&nbsp; Reflexively, her grip tightened as his tongue made the slow journey from the slick canal that was beginning to ache with the desire to be filled to the 'V' of her spread fingers.&nbsp; She shuddered appreciatively at the wave of pleasure produced by the bold action of his lips and tongue but let his head slip free from her grasp as he lifted himself so that she could witness the sheen of her juices upon his lips before his tongue captured it.<br><br>"Quickly and well, indeed.&nbsp; If you ply your sword with as much vigor, 'twill be a pleasure indeed to impale myself upon it." &nbsp;As she spoke, the hand that had twined in his hair earlier snaked up from where it had fallen upon her thigh across the curve of her stomach and upward to the fullness of her breast.&nbsp; She cupped first one and then the other, moistening her lips with her own tongue, then lazily teased the hardened nipple with circular strokes.<br><br>"Tell me, General, do you thrill to the screams of your lovers beneath you, a testament to your skill ... or do you prefer that their cries be stifled, a private thing between you and them?"
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