Just Rewards: Once in a Blue Moon (Incant & NejraTu)
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				Title: <strong>Just Rewards: Once in a Blue Moon (Incant &amp; NejraTu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NejraTu</strong> on <strong>21-07-2015, 18:23:38</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://www.lookpastit.com/RPG/PBoptions/Banner_AsianUnknown.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">*****<strong>WARNING:</strong> partial non-cons in this opening*****</span><br></div><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: &nbsp;some backstory on Ling</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Born to the happily married Li's, a Chinese father and a Japanese mother, Xiao'Ling was the second child and only girl. Her name had a deep meaning that loosely translates into the sound made by a tiny jade bell. Her first years were spent on her father's farm, a humble beginning that kept her secluded but well educated in useful things. Though her mother was insistent she learn only women's duties, her Father adored her and would explain anything she asked after. Ling grew into a beautiful, plush young woman for whom the world had no knowledge; until one day after her nineteenth birthday, her Father was having tea with a man in uniform when she came home from her Tutoring with the girl on the next farm over. Their discussion was not as light as the fragrance, and Ling overheard her Father's argument against wedding his daughter to the likes of such a corrupt man. His daughter hadn't even known there was interest, and she listened, rather than interrupt. But that was her downfall, because the man in the uniform was not polite or subtle about his desires and demands, threatening her father with such malice it made her gasp. She was discovered.<br><br>Before her father could aid her, she was snatched by the uniformed man, about the same age as her father and with so many medals dangling from his jacket, she could feel their weight against her when he leaned over her, trying to kiss her as he held her against him, and gather the hem of her dress in his hand so he could get to her body. Ling fought, and she was stronger than she looked, but no match for the enraged, horny man. His lips smearing across her cheek and neck as she turned her head, feeling his hands groping her thigh, trying to force it higher, over his leg, and then he went still as stone, got heavy against her body, and took them both to the floor. It was only from her back, peering over the dead-man's shoulder, that she saw her father with a splattering of blood on his face, shirt, and hands, the machete he'd used still lodged in the other man's skull. Ling screamed. It was her first experience with a man, and he'd been a brute who had only cared about what he wanted, making her feel tainted even before her Father killed him, inadvertently pinning her to the floor with the dead body.<br><br>His daughter was not safe, there was growing heat in China and the General's death would not be overlooked*, the reason utterly disregarded. The second world-war was over, and rumors of spreading&nbsp; tolerance (if still a smudge on the map of hate and segregation) in the America's so, Ling's father pulled a few favors and defected to the States. Unfortunately, his wife didn't survive the journey and died in a holding cell when they got state-side. His daughter's former life was snuffed out, and she became as a ghost in his house, not saying a word, doing as she was told, and sitting by the windows, despite that their view was of another apartment building. She had no interest in returning to her schooling, and only stared at the same pages of the books she was reading before the attack. Xiao'Ling was at war within herself. The experience had changed her, both shocking her with tangible mortality, and making her feel differently around men -even her own brother and father. So, Ling kept to herself, and tried to work it out, not explaining it because even her Mother, before she died, couldn't grasp it.</span><br><br>* (this can potentially come into play later on in the game as a plot-twist)</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><br><br>Though they had only been in the apartment for a month, her brother having to sleep on the couch so she and her father could have the two bedrooms, Ling had taken to sneaking out her window once or twice a week and descending the fire-escape to explore the city streets at night. Perhaps defying her own sense of vulnerability, she did not tell her father or her brother where she was going, and she went without the appropriate escort. Last week, she watched helplessly as an old man was beaten for his wallet. Fluent in Japanese, Chinese, and Mandarin, with mostly conversational English, but she realized she did not know who to reach out to to ask for help for this man, beaten on the ground. Regretfully, she did nothing. Her conscious saved only by another Samaritan more good than she, concerned enough to go to the elderly victim and see if he was okay. In her watching, she heard many new words, not sure of what they meant until she consulted her English (with Chinese translations) Dictionary. It should have stopped her from sneaking out again, or at least prompting her to leave a note should her Father or brother go looking, but it didn't, and she didn't.<br><br>Whether she was really that naive, or had her mind in less logical pursuits, she didn't dress to leave the house. Wearing only her soft, lavender silk panties and the slightly transparent white night gown that barely contained her unbound bosom in it's draw-string neck-line held above her cleavage with a bow, she only put on her favorite old coat of a faded red in a European double-breasted button set she enjoyed feeding through their eyelets, all ten of them. The white and bow showed through the lapel of her coat, the buttons holding her large breasts aloft and cinching her slender waist for an accentuation of her child-ready hips, and still fell to her ankles where only a sliver of her nightgown hem showed beneath the crimson. Slipping on a pair of flats, the raven-haired exotic beauty pushed up her window quietly and slowly, only high enough to fit her breasts through, the rest being more slender, and escaped into the night once more.<br><br>The walk to the park was uneventful, even the homeless, shuffling about and digging in trash bins, seemed not to notice her passage through the streets. Holding herself against a chill that had nothing to do with the muggy summer air, she spent an hour or more on a bench before a cat-fight startled her into realizing she should head back before they noticed she was gone. Her return pace was hurried, her self-hug hindering her balance, and she was concentrating too hard on the side-walk, oblivious to the three men -ghosts in the night, who had been in the alley across the street, watched her go by, and now were crossing the street after her. It was only when the collection of their six steps finally drummed through her brain with advancing warning, she mistakenly stopped in her walk and turned to face them. One of them was already in front of her, only about five-eight, but still four inches taller than her, and a lot more muscular. Behind him was a portlier fellow, and a taller, skinnier fellow, all of which had the same look in their eyes as the dead Chinese General. They meant to take what they wanted from her.<br><br>Barely having time to gasp, the muscle-man's peachy fingers wrapped around the red sleeve of her coat, taking her arm away from her body and using it to pull her into his. Her free fist pounded small, feeble strikes against his chest as she lifted her knees in effort to catch him in the groin. By then, Skinny and Portly showed up, and Skinny didn't want to wait his turn, reaching between them to grab her coat's neck-line, taring it away from her body with surprising force that send her buttons flying across the sidewalk. Portly ushered them into the next alley, and Ling was dragged shouting Chinese protests (too panicked to form English words and sentences) until Portly took a spot behind her and slapped a meaty hand around her small mouth, covering her nose too, and filling it with a foul scent of old beer, an ashtray, and something sour that might have been his dried slobber. Gagging, her body convulsed and he laughed, using his other hand to pull her away from Stacked until her little ass was assaulted by his raging hardon. Squealing under his hand, her coat flapping in front of her and revealing her nightgown, Ling's small hands struggled to break free of Stacked's grip, and to do damage in hitting or kicking him. Panicked, she wasn't very coordinated, but managed to pop him hard enough in the inner thigh that Skinny stepped between them to sandwich her against Portly -also pressing his hardon into her body.<br><br>The young asian woman tried to scream, but it was only a muffled sound beneath Portly's hand, his hips grinding against her like he was going to fuck her through his clothes and hers, an act that Skinny seemed delighted to join him in, making the girl whine helplessly and stretch between them, trying to find something to hold onto, something to pull herself out of their grip, but Stacked wanted revenge and snatched that hand, then the other, holding her wrists crossed in just one of his, forcing them over her head as he joined the feast against her body. He said something that sounded like an order to the other two, and Skinny's groping hands stopped trying to navigate the copious amounts of fabric covering her so thinly, grabbing her legs instead so Portly could lower her to the ground. Suddenly suspended and descending, Portly's hand slipped off her mouth to support her shoulder (and hold it down once she hit the rocky pavement), and she gasped the fresh alley air and tried to scream, hoarse Chinese barking from her lips in that soft bell-like voice quickly silenced by one of the men's belts across her lips and buckled beneath her ear more tightly than was necessary. Portly took over holding her hands with his grip on her arms, kneeling on the ground above her head while Skinny traded off with Stacked between her kicking legs.<br><br>Her breasts raped the nightgown with her panted breaths, her abs fluttering as her hips jerked and swayed in effort to get away from them, not strong enough to even make them move, let alone let go. Helpless, terrified, and deep down, questioning her body's inner response, too fertile to reject the prospect of being seeded, even if by force, Ling peered over her dancing tits and saw Skinny pin one of her legs so Stacked's free hand could unbutton his pants, unzipping it when he reached inside to pull out the large shaft that was pulsing with engorged veins and an angry red head he quickly aimed between her legs. Jade eyes wide, the immigrant struggled to stop him, but he used his cock-head to push aside her panties and reveal her hairless lips. A virgin, her fight became more fierce, thrashing her body so wildly between their hands, he couldn't do more than feel the soft skin eluding him, and it earned her a fist in the cheek that knocked her unconscious. It was definitely going to leave a mark, as surely as it put her in the dark for a few minutes.<br><br><br><br><br><br><hr>(for you/him)<br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[center][img]http://www.lookpastit.com/RPG/PBoptions/Banner_TyreseGibson.jpg[/img][/center]</code></pre>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Just Rewards: Once in a Blue Moon (Incant &amp; NejraTu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Incant</strong> on <strong>22-07-2015, 23:01:46</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://www.lookpastit.com/RPG/PBoptions/Banner_TyreseGibson.jpg)</div><br>Scott King was born in the early 1910's and had lived in this city since that over fourty years ago, and over the years he had watched the world change drastically around him. When he was born blacks had basically no rights and were looked down upon as barely better than the stray animals that filled the streets. The city though had been built on the back of his race, the massive skyscrappers that defied reason had been possible because the blacks were willing to do the most dangerous work for what little the foremen decided their time was worth. As Scott aged he rarely knew his father who had started working 12 hour shifts just to support Scott and his mother. Then when the war across the ocean started Scott's father was drafted overseas, and never came back.<br><br>Scott was not the only black child who had grown up fatherless, but he was one of the lucky ones. His mother had been extremely active in the community church, and thankfully for Scott the pastor became a surrogate father to the young impressionable boy. In his youth Scott started to learn to read from the bible while he stayed around the church and helped in anyway that was asked, which usually was in some form of physical labor. The kind of labor that built muscles upon a lean gangly teenage form. Thanks to the genetics that had been bred into his ancestors when they had been working the fields as slaves, when only the most muscular and hardworking slaves were allowed to procreate, Scott's lean physique quickly was filled out with an impressive musculature. By the time Scott was 18 he was six foot six inches of solid ebony muscle that made the head of any woman, no matter the color of skin or age, look multiple times, especially when he was working shirtless on some carpentry project. <br><br>It was at 18 the first of two major events happened in his life. The first was the reveal of Pastor James's secret, one that completely shook the foundation of the world he lived in. Apparently Pastor James, and a number of the most faithful of his congregation (including Scott's mother) were more than just humans. The truth was that Scott, or King as most now referred to him as, had been raised among a pack of were-wolves. The truth had been passed to him in a meeting between him and Pastor James. Pastor James explained to King that he had been grooming him to take over his spot as the leader of the church's pack, and fully intended on transforming the young man if he consented. King did not know what to think, but being young and impulsive he didn't think for long before consenting that same night. <br><br>King had been infected a month after his 18th birthday and his first transformation was the very next full moon. As much as a life changing event one would think becoming a were-wolf would turn out to be for King it was the opposite. No one seemed to treat him any different, but they all now looked at him with a secretive smile as he started to learn more about his new found abilities. The enhancement of the supernatural blood included an increase in speed, strength, as well as all five of his senses. With it came the drawbacks of an animalistic side that became even more difficult to control. The base instincts to breed and fight now had more influence over the hormone riddled 18 year old, but thankfully the pack was full of females who were eager to let King dig his teeth into them and plow them with his massive cock. The virility of the teen soon became the talk of most of the women within the pack, none of whom seemed to have an issue with premarital sex when it came to the heir to the pack. <br><br>His first year as a wolf came to a close Pastor James came to King once more and had a request. James wanted King to go to college to become a pastor and come back to lead the pack. King could not deny the request of his pack leader and he was sent off to a bible college in the south to gain his education. In the south King had eye opening experiences when it came to both whites and blacks. There he saw a new side of segregation and hate that more than once ended with him standing over a pile of bloodied and nearly dead group of white hooded bodies. The blacks saw him as a anomaly, King did not speak&nbsp; the same way they did, in truth he sounded more like a white man than a black man. This also led to conflicts, and while King always came out the victor he was gentler on his own kind than he was on the hate-filled whites. <br><br>After returning to the city with his degree King took up in the church, and beneath the guidance of Pastor James he learned how to lead both the congregation and the pack. That had been nearly 20 years ago, and now Scott King was one of the most prominent members of black society in the city. While he had never married no one seemed to question his permanent state of bachelor hood since he never once showed the public the side that his pack saw. <br><br><hr><br>This night found King out on a walk after finishing up a dinner at one of his parishioner's homes who had just lost a close family member. He had stayed and prayed with the family who also insisted her stay for dinner. They were not members of the pack, but they were still in need and he made it a point to never treat the members of his pack any different from the members of his church when it came to godly matters. His clothing tonight was a pair of black slacks and a tight black cotton tank-top undershirt that left his broad powerful black shoulders exposed the the calming light of the moon that beat down upon his imposing physique. His black leather dress shoes carried him with such light steps that human ears could not even pick of the stride of the powerful black man striding down the streets. The black cotton of his under shirt held against his rock hard abs like a second skin the fabric rose with the paired squares of muscle, but also sligthly dipped in the lines between them. His large right hand held the black dress shirt in a bundle in his loose fist. The shirt had been removed due to the heat of the night and the aversion the Pastor had grown to have for clothing.<br><br>As he was walking home his sensitive ears picked up the sounds of a struggle and the pleading scared screams of a damsel in distress. Without hesitation his stride changed from a slow relaxing walk to a dead sprint at world class speed. King's long strides of his full out run were basically small jumps that had the predator mixed with the man racing through the concrete jungle. His arms, that were thicker than most men's necks and some men's thighs, were pumping at his side as he ran with all the speed he could muster to the sound of those screams. In his experience screams of such nature where never sounded without reason, and he was not one to leave a helpless person to the mercy of monsters.<br><br>While he was running King's powerful wolf half was sniffing the air and expecting to find a hint of vampire upon the wind, but as the man closed in on the&nbsp; sounds of struggle there was no scent other than that of the 4 humans. When King appeared at the end of the alley upon the sight of a near inevitable rape he didn't even let his dark eyes take in the full scene before he jumped into action just after he watched the large fist of a white man lash out a the young girls head. <br><br>The muscle-man didn't have time to enjoy the spoils of his knocked out victim because just as he was about to plunge his cock into that tight virgin pussy the wrathful massive fist of the pastor slammed into the back of his head. The sound that filled the alley was enough to make the stomach churn, King's massive fist had lashed out with the full might of his labor enlarged bicep and all the strength that it held, the connection between the black fist and the man's skull had the bones breaking and everything in the muscular male's body going limp, including his worthless cock. <br><br>The other two men had more time to react, but unluckily for the fat man he was the second target of the hulking vicious black male. The bloodied fist reached out and snatched the fat man up by his throat. A feat of strength that would have seemed impossible to any onlookers found King lifting the fat white man up with a single hand. The fat man's legs were kicking as the dark muscles, now gleaming with a layer of sweat were crushing the air out of the worthless rapist. The wolf within the man was enjoying the slow steady kill, and that made King's enjoyment of the moment grow that much more. His dark eyes were intent on the reddening face of the nearly dead man as he struggled to land a blow. Some of the weak feverish blows were landed upon King's bald black head, but the strikes didn't seem to do anything. <br><br>Suddenly the sound of a gunshot rang through the alley and the skinny rapist had a pistol aimed at the pastor's back. The pain of the bullet hitting the back of his left arm caused King to curse and throw the fat man to the ground. The stinging pain was accompanied by the white man's hate filled fear ladden curses. Before the white man could realize the bullet only pissed off the black hand of god it was too late. He leaped over the prone body of the young woman, unaware if she was awake or not, and sent a violent upper cut deep into the skinny man's stomach. The soft stomach gave way around King's huge fist and as the follow through of the punch proceeded the dim lights of the street shown off his flexed muscles under the layer of ebony flesh. The punch lifted the man from his feet and caused the gun to clank to the ground. <br><br>It was over in less than a minute and there stood the singular black man standing over the trio of rapists who never stood a chance. Kneeling down beside the victim his dark eyes began to move over her body. His blood that was burning with the excitement of bloodlust was soon filled with a different sort of lust. This woman was simply gorgeous, from her stunning exotic facial features, to her beautiful breasts barely bound by her night gown, to her creamy thighs that had been forced open by her rapist to expose her most intimate of areas. Within King's pants he could already feeling the tightening of the fabric around his groin from the mixture of her gorgeous body, the faint scent of her flesh, and the passion that had filled him from his thrilling victory after the fight. <br><br>Reaching down his large hand gently cupped her cheek as he hoped to see if she was conscious. His palm was rough from the years of hard labor that had continued even into his time serving his church, but the heat that radiated from his flesh was more that that of just a normal human. The scent of an alpha wolf was something that even most humans had a reaction to if the circumstances were right, and tonight all the circumstances had come into line. The nearly full moon had the aura of his beast rippling at the surface and with that his sheer presence would cause a woman's flesh to ache with a desire that warmed them to their very core. With Xiao Ling's beauty fully exposed to the virile male she earned his full attention, and unfortunately for her that meant that she was getting the full press of both his pheromones and aura attempting to draw her desires to the surface. <br><br>Once her eyes would flutter open his strong hand moved to cup the back of her head and his deep powerful voice met her ears. " Are you hurt?" King whispered with a genuine concern. On the back of his left arm he could already feel the hole that was made by the bullet starting to heal since in most cases for were-creatures wounds that were not inflicted by silver were little more than a momentary inconvenience. The one lingering effect was his blood that was trickling down the back of his bare left arm that he attempted to keep hidden behind his back. His concern was for her well-being, and he was not seeking pity.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Just Rewards: Once in a Blue Moon (Incant &amp; NejraTu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NejraTu</strong> on <strong>23-07-2015, 19:44:19</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://www.lookpastit.com/RPG/PBoptions/Banner_AsianUnknown.jpg)</div><br><br>Within the darkness of unconsciousness, Ling didn't know she was saved, and didn't feel the way her leg was skewed to the side with the weight of the dead-man falling to the pavement at her left hip, face first, and broken skull screaming with jagged edges at the sky. Her panties were skewed on her body, one edge hooked between her silken, pale and hairless lips as it was left in his effort to pull them aside with cock so he could fuck her. Now he would fuck nobody, ever. Time ticked by, her brain was rebooting from the shock, her cheek smarting into a purplish hue still reddened around the edges, and her savoir was choking the life out of Portly. Skinny, struggling to figureout what to do, because the blackman was a beast. Eventually, he must have decided to put the nigger down like a dog, pulling out his gun and shooting the blackman. Unfortunately for him, his fear and rage made his aim off, and he only pissed him off.<br><br>It was that passing of the wolf-man's body over her own that passed like a storm cloud in her subconscious, racing her mind back into the waking world, on the wake of his movement and lifting her head just enough that she found herself terrified to see the giant dark-skinned man, in barely blacker tank and slacks, gut-punch the skinny white-man so hard she was almost certain his fist collided with the man's spine through all his guts. In a shudder, she laid her head back down and otherwise didn't move, not allowing herself to be conscious of how she was positioned or exposed, lest he be worse than them, and tried to play dead. Flinching despite her efforts, when she felt as much as heard the skinny man's dead-weight drop on the pavement, followed by a silence so thick she choked on it. And then he moved, the giant of a man with skin so dark she'd have been hard pressed to see him if the lights hadn't regained their luster and shined into the alley, but she had her eyes closed in that moment, listening.<br><br>He walked beside her, knelt so close she could feel a hotness radiating off his body that seemed unnatural even in the muggy night. There was no malice in his presence, no violence toward her, and she felt her body warmed by him, as he looked her over and found himself warmed. Her small nose breathed in his scent, strongly masculine but exotic, and far more appealing than the white-men who tried to rape her. Ling found herself taking a deeper breath of him as he leaned over, unaware he was also reaching a hand for her cheek. Her heavy breasts swayed above the effort, dragging the rise of her nipples beneath the flimsy fabric of her mostly modest nightgown, drawn up and exposing her thighs and a peak of her skewed panties which began to soak up a sweet nectar his proximity inspired in her. Those dark lashes fluttered open a second before his rough hand encompassed her entire cheek, startling her with a soft gasp that made those beautiful breasts bounce and then roll round and round in her nightgown, her arms weighted by the coat she still wore and laid on, one hovering in the air between them as if to ward him off without touching him, but the other feeling a rush of electric desire when she covered the back of his hand in the instinct to remove it, overshadowed by the realization he was trying to help. There was genuine concern in those hungry, dark eyes.<br><br>More importantly, she recognized those eyes, and that handsome face. Though they hadn't been introduced, and she doubted he had seen much of her through the protective cage of her Father and brother, but Ling remembered seeing him that the church down the street from her home. Her father had made them go, she believed it was as close as he could get to visiting her Mother, and speaking to her through prayer in the temple of her beliefs.He had made them leave before the service was over, wanting to avoid being approached because his English wasn't as good as his children and he was too proud to let them speak for him. Relief flooded her expression, making the hold of his aura and pheromones all the more potent without her resistance. His hand slid beneath her head, and her hand slid up his arm, allowing him to hold her as he asked after her health. It was only then that she took a moment to inventory her injuries. Her face hurt on the one side, and she could see her cheek swell beneath her eye slightly, but seemed otherwise uninjured. Of course, this also allowed her to feel her panties off to the side slightly, the leg-hem biting between her soft lips, leaking excitement that washed away the feeble white-mans attempt to claim her. Ling's pale legs snapped closed and lifted as if her bare feet (she had no idea what happened to her shoes) could conceal her immodesty until her hands could shove her nightgown over them and ignore her discomfort over the way her knickers were twisted, too self-conscious and modest to fix them while he was there, watching.<br><br>Chinese and Japanese thanks were given before she shook her head of her homelands and found the right English words, speaking them through a sheepish smile. <strong>"Thank you, I am healthy..." </strong> Close enough, she did get punched in the face. A face that was still beautiful, and looking at him with awe and confusion, as she held his arm in her hand and tried to use it as leverage to sit up -slowly- because the altitude didn't make her cheek feel any better. She had just gotten upright, chest pressed to her knees, when she noticed he was holding one arm behind his back. Her pain washed away in the rush of her own concern, not that he looked like he was in any pain, but the thought that he was hiding a weapon seemed unlikely, and her other hand reached across her legs and chest to grab his arm, mistakenly pressing her fingers into the river of blood dripping from his wound just a few inches above. Those pale green eyes looked up into his dark orbs, filled with worry she struggled to convey in English and not a tongue more natural to her shocked state, with only a brief look at the blood on her hand before it returned to his arm in an effort to make him show her. <strong>"You are...hurt, bleed'ing. Did they... do this... to you?"</strong> Rolling into her legs, dropping her knees, and turning all in the same motion so that she knelt along side him with her nightgown covered legs brushing against his thigh while her other hand joined to inspect the bullet-hole, trying to see if it was still in there.<br><br>Her Mother had dug a bullet out of her Father once, before the attack that had changed everything. She wasn't supposed to have seen it, but she did, and now found herself a little startled to realize she was so ready to aid this man she didn't know, when not long ago she'd watched a man get beaten. Perhaps it was because he had saved her innocence and perhaps her life, or maybe it was to distract herself from the inappropriate desire she began to feel warming her body beneath her opened coat, making her breasts ache and her pussy suckle at her skewed panties with a fragrant drool she couldn't stop from sliding free in the pulses of her excitement. Something about him just lit the poor virgin on fire, and her emotional and physical fight just moments before left her feeling a new breath for life and that bitter taste of mortality once again. Trying to tend to his wound, or at least assess it, helped her fixate on the gore and not on her own growing excitement just to be near him, and touching his too-hot skin. Sparing a look away, up to his face and those beautiful dark eyes, Ling offered in quiet but insistent concern, <strong>"Please, let me...help. Your...church... is on my way home."</strong> Both confirming she recognized him, and that there was no legitimate reason for him not to.<br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Just Rewards: Once in a Blue Moon (Incant &amp; NejraTu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Incant</strong> on <strong>27-07-2015, 03:58:27</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://www.lookpastit.com/RPG/PBoptions/Banner_TyreseGibson.jpg)</div><br>In the darkness he did not share the same visual handicap as she did. The inhuman blood that pumped through his veins and helped him maintain his impressive physique, with little need for extra effort, also aided in enhancing his vision in the darkness. The preacher's vision in the darkness was so strong that when she closed her thighs to hide her exposed mound he caught the movement of her muscles beneath her flesh. The movement of her legs signaled to King that she was aware enough of her exposed state, and that she was a proud enough woman to want to hide such things from the prying eyes of a stranger. As she continued to regain her senses his eyes slowly traveled up her body from where the sudden action of her legs had drawn his gaze. The weight of his gaze caused his warm supernatural aura to ripple around her flesh like the water in a still pond and his gaze were fingers slowly disturbing the calm surface. In general it would have been difficult for a normal human to register the source of the sensation, and unless Ling had some history with his kind she would be just as clueless.<br><br>Once his eyes traveled to her pale face he had taken in the gorgeous expanse of her young body that was barely hidden beneath the flimsy nightgown. The view of such a exquisite exotic beauty sent the fire of lust rushing through his entire being. Beneath the front of his black slacks, but still hidden in the darkness of the alley, the sinful lust effected the large manhood and because of it the size of his bulge was growing. With each beat of his racing pulse he was able to feel his underwear and slacks tightening around the engorging girth of his black shaft, and there was little he could do about it but try to ignore it. Doing his best to try to take his mind off it was much more difficult than it sounded because even though he was looking down at her face, from the edges of his vision the heaving of her loosely covered breasts were observed.&nbsp; Luckily for him when those big green eyes turned to gaze upon his own he focused more on his concern for her.<br><br>The young Asian woman now looked familiar, he remembered her from the time she and her family had slipped into the back rows of the church just as he was beginning his service. Pastor King always did his best to try and speak with guests after each service, but when he had inquired to the rest of his congregation after he had finished a few of the members answered that the small family had slipped out before the end. The missed opportunity was not one that stuck with him for too long because he was aware of the many different trials and stresses a move can put on a family, and he was sure that if/when any of the members of the family needed him in a professional capacity they would ask. Tonight had been a little different, but he was still glad he was there to aid her. <br><br>The look in those big brown eyes of his continued to show concern until she found a language he understood and communicated her healthy state. The light touch of her hand traveling up his bare smooth arm would yield many new sensations to a woman who was unfamiliar with a strong man's body. His dark flesh was warm and inviting under her fingers, but as the porcelain digits moved higher her touch was also entertained by the firmness of his thick muscles beneath the flesh. As his massive right hand gently shifted her head higher the cords of muscles in his arm clenched and bunched tighter together under her touch. <br><br>The curling of his arm aided in her raise to a sitting position, and once she was there he was not quite ready to allow his touch to slide off her. His hand no longer felt the need to cup her head, but as his thick fingers moved away they combed out a bit of her dark long strands. Once his fingers were free of her silken strands his right hand rested softly on her left shoulder over the jacket that still clung to her arms. He rested his hand upon her shoulder to make sure that she didn't loose her ability to stay seated and fall back against the hard ground as well as to continue their connection of touch. With just his touch on her shoulder the strength of his aura had even more of an effect on her mind than it would if he was no longer touching her. <br><br>Of course it didn't seem that she was shy about touching him. While he remained kneeling next to her on both of his knees he allowed her free hand to reach out for his injured left arm. The pain of the bullet was still coursing through his body, but compared to the lust she inspired it was a flickering match compared to a flaming torch. King was aware that as long as he didn't move his arm the pain would be bareable and his flesh would knit over the wound. The blood was something that he needed to deal with on his own, but when she reached out for his arm and found her fingers covered in his blood he tried his best to not be alarmed. His blood was potent in so many ways, but most dangerously it could infect her if she was receptive to the virus that bound many members of his church close. <br><br>As much as he should have snatched his arm away from her grip he could not bring himself to do it. His thick left arm rotated in her grasp and in the dim light from the main street the blood appeared to glisten as it followed the deep lines upon his muscle and turned to rivers in the ravines. <strong>"Do not worry about me. I will be fine. " </strong>His deep tone was soft upon her ears as he tried to keep her concern from growing further. As her thighs brushed against his own he instinctively shifted the weight of his lower half to press more firmly against her. The movement stemmed from the wolf's desire to be touched and the healing properties that touch with another of his kind could bring him. While Ling was not yet a wolf, the events of this evening might have already changed her fate, King was so used to be surrounded by his own kind the habit of increasing the pressure of touch was not one he could break. <br><br>The look in her eyes was one that deep down in his mind he knew he should reject, but before his brain could tell his full dark lips to relay the message to her ears the more persuasive organs comendeered his lips. <strong>" I will allow it. "</strong> His strong wounded arm was pulled from her grip as he pushed himself to his feet. <strong>"On the condition that you will not walk these streets again tonight. You will stay with me and in the morning I will escort you back to your home."</strong> The thought of her spending the night within his reach was one too good to pass up. King was a holy man and rape was not something he ever considered, but no matter how holy the man was he could not resist the temptation of taking her if she was willing. The thoughts of watching her willing body react to his touch as his dark hands moved over her lighter flesh sent a pulse down into his groin where the girth of his nearly fully erect cock was straining down the leg of his black pants. The dim flickers of light may have caught the correct angle to illuminate his bulge, but her eyes were required to be looking upon that area when the light caught him right. While it was a possibility she had those pale green eyes trained on his crotch the probablity also went down considering now that he was standing she had much more to look upon.<br><br>Pastor King's six foot six inches of chiseled statuesque perfection of a body stood before her to observe. Beneath the tight black cotton of his tank top his deep breathing caused the defined squares of his traceable washboard abs to strain against the cloth that covered them. His broad pecs were wide enough to spread out side of the confines of the shirt as they accentuated the 'V' shape of his wide shoulders and narrow waist. The thin straps of black cloth did little to hide the expanse of his muscular neck and mounds of his traps. Now that she could see him in a bit of light she could see the light sheen of sweat that dappened his bald head and exposed shoulders. His handsome features were posed in a smile that had his thick dark lips parted to reveal the white teeth beneath. <strong>"Since you have misplaced your shoes I must insist that you do not walk."</strong> <br><br>His right arm was reaching down and his hand offered to her palm up to aid her in finding her feet. How he would carry her was up to debate, but whichever way it was his left arm would, for the most part, be left to rest at his side. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Just Rewards: Once in a Blue Moon (Incant &amp; NejraTu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NejraTu</strong> on <strong>27-07-2015, 20:56:08</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://www.lookpastit.com/RPG/PBoptions/Banner_AsianUnknown.jpg)</div><br><br>The Holy Man was a gentleman, offering her support and concern, even when he was injured in his protection of her innocence, an immigrant stranger. Ling was having a little trouble wrapping her mind around why he would do that, but she didn't question him, only offered to help. What she didn't realize, the growing heat that bloomed through her body, priming her for pleasure, was being inspired by the power of his presence, as she sat in his aura, felt his hand on her shoulder and that energy pouring over her like a seductive blanket of needy desire more intense than anything she'd felt before. Ling thought she was just in shock, her body confused by the fertile need to be impregnated, while her mind had assaulted her senses with chemicals of fear and panic. The Chinese-Japanese transplant had been excitable by even her brother and her father, but this was different. This went beyond being horny, this was something more ancient than that, more primal, and the jade-eyed dame didn't know what to do about it so, she was trying to push it to the back of her mind and focus on helping him in thanks for helping her.<br><br>To her surprise, he didn't protest, and he had seemed every-bit prepared to. Instead, he agreed, and eased himself to a stand where he dropped the other shoe in disguise of his only condition. Looking up at him from the alley pavement, the dark haired beauty seemed shocked by the stipulation, her pale skin blushing hotly, and that growing desire snapped with pin-point clarity in her need for this man specifically. It was even more of a shock, one that made her shake her head as if she were saying no. But she opened her mouth to explain her cultural traditions, how inappropriate it was, when she realized she'd be calling herself out as a hypocrite, walking the streets equally unchaperoned. Her lips closed, her chin lowered with her eyes, and whatever she had been about to say came out in a soft sigh that tripped into a gasp when her eyes crossed the light hitting his trousers and highlighting the serpent waking beneath. Her mind flashed to the morning she'd woke too early and decided to make breakfast, walking down the hall and into the den to get to the kitchen, she'd seen her brother sleeping happily on the couch; but the sheet half lain across his naked waist was tented in his dreamy bliss. It had been difficult for her to imagine him sticking what was under there inside a woman, and now that she saw how much bigger they could be even still waking, she swallowed hard and found her hands suddenly taking to her belly and the space between her hips as if to contain the sudden pulses and flutters that erupted with that wanton desire.<br><br>Needing a moment to regain her voice, she made her hands fall to the ground, touching it with only her fingertips as she carefully arranged her feet beneath her, not stepping on her calf-length night gown, and rising with a slight sway to her feet. Her breasts felt heavier when she stood, as if being up to the full five-four of her non-impressive stature was somehow more of a strain on the heavy globes and towered nipples licking across her thin nightgown. Her small hands slid across the edges of her dirty coat, and wrapped it over her breasts as well as she could, clutching at it there so deeply in the valley, her tits were slightly flattened against her chest beneath the fabric. Her eyes had not been able to look away from his crotch, and only then, forcably, dragged up his fly, caressed his belt with curiosity, and then climbed over his abs and across his pecks, her head having to tilt upwards to visibly measure his glossy dark shoulders, and eventually licked up his neck to his mellow lips and beautiful eyes. Just standing there, not even (despite seeing the evidence) sure she wasn't imagining the heat in his eyes, Ling felt foolish for her virgin excitement, and tried to sound as calm and reasonable as she could manage when she finally replied. <strong>"Yes, alright."</strong><br><br>Juuust to be shocked <em>again</em> a second later when his observation of her bare feet warranted another condition she not walk at all. Those slanted eyes widened to show their jade color in the pools of white in her surprise. Those delicate hands made whiter knuckles in how tightly she held the two sides of her coat over her body. She looked to the ground as if she could find her shoes, or another alternative to having her body pressed against his, and she felt her own body betray those very thoughts in deep pulses that first opened her virginal hole and then tightened it until all those velvety muscles converged to rub against one another, causing her legs to shake beneath the gown and coat and her protest to wobble as she looked back up at him, a whole foot and two inches higher in the atmosphere. <strong>"I... yo- but...um..."</strong> Not nearly as graceful as she had arranged the foriegn words in her mind, and Ling took a deep breath -whch challenged her hands ability to hold the coat closed- and tried again, more determined this time, but also more clear. <strong>"You carry me, like a helpless girl? They are feet, made for walk'ing..."</strong> Though the power of his aura and his pheramones were making her a little drunk, and she'd never been drunk before, Ling was determined to prove she was not helpless. At least not totally. Bare or not, her feet could walk!<br><br>Of course, it was just an excuse to stop him from touching her more completely, which reminded her of his arm. Ling let go of her coat with one hand to reiterate her walking status with a thrusted point in his wounded wings direction. <strong>"Be'sides, you only have one good arm. You may be...giant, but I am not...hurt."</strong> Her eyes dancing across his body, and losing some of her conviction as she did so, eventually looking again to the ground as she return her hand to the task of keeping her coat bound. With a slight wince to her cheek from talking and looking around so much, she looked around some more to orient herself, and then began in the direction of the church with dainty steps of her bare toes and the pads of her feet, stopping her heels before ever touching the ground as if she had every intention of tip-toeing all the way home. Perhaps it was to exert more energy on the way, in hopes she could shake the growing need to do more than patch his bullet wound. Her inexperience made her unsure what that was exactly, but her mind conjured the notion of his naked body pushing hard against hers, and a promise of fulfillment like she'd never experience elsewhere. It made no sense to the virgin, but it sure made her dripping hot, her thigh taking on some of it on account of her still not fixing her skewed panties beneath that dirty nightgown.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Just Rewards: Once in a Blue Moon (Incant &amp; NejraTu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Incant</strong> on <strong>29-07-2015, 21:55:50</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://www.lookpastit.com/RPG/PBoptions/Banner_TyreseGibson.jpg)</div><br>If she had possessed even the smallest bit senses that were inherent to his species she could feel that the man before her was something more than just a man. However, since she was a simple human it was easy for King to understand that her beautiful body and mind were having difficulty making sense of the unique sensations that were cascading over her young receptive body. In the dim light his eyes caught the blush that crept over her pale skin that would have be hidden in the darkness. The blushing of her flesh signaled more to the man that her body was starting to respond to the potent pheromones as well as the foreign sensation that was his power caressing across her flesh. The sensation that licked across her flesh was not hindered in the slightest by the clothing that kept her modest. <br><br>Pastor King was still gazing upon her when her eyes were surprised by the sight of his large cock's outline bulging against the front of his trousers. She was not the first young woman to need to pause when they captured the first glimpses of his arousal, but she was one of the few who had such a strong reaction to the sight. On the air King's extremely sensitive sense of smell started to pick up the scent of her growing arousal. Unbeknownst to the young Asian woman her unconscious lust was turning the wheels withing the mind of the holy man who was starting to require a certain amount of restraint to hold back from unleashing his desires upon her. King's dark eyes remained heavy upon her flesh while she shifted her big jade eyes to gaze up across his sculpted physique. At his belt line her eyes were treated to the narrow masculine waist flat across the front where his black tank-top remained tucked. With each slow deep breath he was taking in, the squared muscle of his chiseled washboard abs lifted beneath her eyes. The flat slopes of his pecs rose in chorus with the rest of his torso. At that moment her eyes rested upon his face he met her gaze with little hesitation. His eyes were filled with a continued concern for her and gave no indication that his mind was shifting through countless fantasies that involved porcelain flesh. <br><br>King's view was angled so that he could appreciate the work she was putting in to keep her coat closed across her heaving breasts. Even though the night air had been cold before while she had been walking it would seem to Ling that in his presence she would feel nothing but warmth. The heat that radiated off his body was more than just a comforting presence but a hypnotic one as well. His male scent tickled her nose with the faint scent of the forest that had no business being recognized in the midst of the large city. However, there was no mistaking it for anything else but that clean crisp scent. <br><br>Stubborn words were forced from his lips and he knew it was a battle that he didn't need to fight. Eventually she would find that the rough sidewalks were no place for her soft vulnerable feet, but he would let her figure that out for herself. As they stood, so close to eachother that he could have easily wrapped his good arm around her and lifted her without her being able to fight him, King kept his ears on alert for anyone else who may have interest in the alley. Luckily for them it was just the faint breathing of the men who had attacked her. Well, at least 2 of the men, it seemed that the muscle bound man who had nearly rapped her might not ever regain consciousness.<br><br>"I see your point Miss. " Even the movement of his left arm sent a shot of pain burning from the bullet wound, in the back of this meaty tricep, all through his upperbody. King did his best to hide the searing pain from being noticed on his face, but occasionally the flesh around his eyes tightened in a grimace. While she began to walk on her tip toes Pastor King turned his large body to open the way out of the alley for her. She was given a few steps to lead towards the church as he reached down and plucked his black dress shirt off from the dirty ground with his left hand. The shirt weighed next to nothing and added little stress to the wounded wing, and he did not want to carry the shirt in his right hand. The main reason being he had other plans for that good arm.<br><br>After a few steps, that saw the giant sized frame flowing out from the alley and making up the distance to her, Ling got to feel the plan he had for his good arm. Approaching her on her left side he moved his body between her and the quiet street. Along her waist she felt the weight of his large arm stretch out and coil around her hourglass hips. King had caught her perfectly in stride and with the push up from the ball of her foot she was lifted into the air for a few more feet than she would find her normal stride to be. The exertion of the slight lift of her small, but deliciously beautiful, feminine figure was nothing to the matured were-wolf. However, to the young girl nothing had been quite like it in the past. The corded muscles of his forearm pressed a bit firmer into the small of her back while the girth of his bicep swelled to press lightly into her side with each time he lifted her. <br><br>With each step the scent of her sweet nectar that dripped from her virgin mound grew heavier on his mind and clouded out his more righteous thoughts. The closeness of their bodies did not help, and even though he despised the thought of rape he could see how the desperate men thought she would have been an easy and appealing target. Pastor King would never see himself in that same light. He was eager to see if she truly wanted to resist down in her core, or if her body would over power her mind and force her to give in. Such thoughts danced on his mind as he lead her around to the front of the small dark building attached to the church that was his home. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Just Rewards: Once in a Blue Moon (Incant &amp; NejraTu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NejraTu</strong> on <strong>29-07-2015, 23:49:01</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://www.lookpastit.com/RPG/PBoptions/Banner_AsianUnknown.jpg)</div><br><br>When he moved, it was like the air moved around him with such force of his power of presence, it caressed against her skin. Ling had never experienced it before, she didn't know what to think, and was leaning toward having imagined it in her post-shock state. Having been attacked before, she was less startled by it, despite the number of men and that they were foreign to her. Perhaps, part of that was because of him. He had only killed one of them, though he could have killed the others, and part of her hoped they died in the alley waiting for help. He was powerful, a giant that could crush a skull with his fist, and yet, he had only been gentle and kind to her, concerned even, though he was the one wounded enough to be bleeding. Her pale cheek was darkening with a bruise, as were her wrists and hand prints on her thighs, but that was all. She was relatively unscathed by the attack and she had him to thank for it. So, she felt a little badly for speaking so sharply to him, but she did not look back to make sure he was coming along, too busy holding her coat and picking her tip-toed steps carefully.<br><br>When he caught up to her, quickly despite the sound of unhurried strides, he had a shirt in his wounded hand and her eyes fixated on it for a long (too long) moment. Perhaps, in her mind, wondering what it was like to be his shirt, wrapped around his body so closely it was warmed by his skin long after he took it off again. Her smile was meant to be private, but it bloomed so beautifully, even her messy raven hair couldn't hide it when she looked forward again. Only two more steps as one, and he moved ahead of her, preceding her out of the alley like a bodyguard checking if it was clear and safe for her to pass through the opening and onto the street. Her steps paused, momentarily lowering her heels to the pavement as she tilted her head at his broad back, watching him turn to look at her, it was clear and he was waiting for her to pass. Ling was moved by his vigilance, and confused by her longing for his nearness, though he wasn't that far away. It was almost as if she had grown addicted to feeling his warmth, and that power drowning her mortal feelings in amplified intensity that was as curious and alarming as it was exciting. <br><br>Onto her toes, she moved toward him, her hips swaying with the exaggerated effort to keep herself aloft, and as a result, her heavy breasts pushed against her hands and threatened to pull the fabric of her coat free, especially when she was also taking in a softly panted breath that had nothing to do with the effort of walking. Her large, slanted eyes looking up at him as she reached him, passing much closer than was necessary, if only to see if the sensation returned with renewed vigor across her alabaster skin. And it did, causing her spine to dip toward her hands at the front of her breasts, trying to avoid the shiver climbing up her back to cause the hairs on the nape of her neck to stand on end as her flesh pebbled in silent confession; she'd felt it, and her body pulsed in response, taking a deeper breath of his pheromones and his masculine scent, impossibly tainted by a wooded forest that didn't exist -at least not here, and kept walking right by and down the street toward the church. Though she didn't know he was supernatural, she still swore he would be able to hear how rapid her heart had gotten to beating, like a Geiger Counter detecting high amounts of radiation, sending the measuring scale off the charted lines and color-coding, -<em>it might as well have been humming</em>. Right up until she had her back to him, then it slowed hard enough to thud chugging beats of a steam-engine laboring up a steep incline, about as hot and challenged as she felt in that moment, knowing she couldn't outrun him, and intended to put herself (alone) in the same room with him.<br><br>As before, it didn't take the six-foot-six black man all that long to catch up to the five-four asian woman walking on her tip-toes. But, to her surprise, when he stepped in line with her tiny steps, she felt him between her and the streets, his arm slinking about her waist and griping firmly to her hip. Before she could protest, or do more than slap a hand to his chest, abandoning her coat to hold on to him as the other moved around his tank to hold onto HIS waist- he hoisted her up to keep up with HIS pace. Respecting her wishes, he was not carrying her, not in the traditional sense, but it was so strange to have her feet dangling for a moment before (like an angle) she tip toed but a step before moon-bouncing the length of his stride to the next tip-toe. At first, she clung to him with gasping breaths full of alarm, but after the third or fourth step, she actually laughed, and in a child-like manner, got into it. He gave her wings, momentarily, to fly a greater distance; plus, she was drunk off his power of presence and the arousing manner of his scent -especially being so close to him. Every breath massaged her breasts along the line of her opened coat, meeting his tank with her nightgown, and warming her body with the inhuman heat of his hidden flesh so that her juices began to run down her bounding legs. By the time his church came into view, his Asian damsel knew she didn't want to let go of him, even if she didn't understand it.<br><br>Along for the ride, Ling's head turned to watch the church go by, not realizing he lived in a separate building just behind, attached to it. There it was, in the darkness, with not a light on to welcome him. Those pale green hues looked up at the Pastor, unaware of his wolf-family, and wondered how lonely his life might be, if his congregation was his family. Of course, she was just stalling in thinking about being inside with him, touching bare skin as she helped clean him up and patch him up. It didn't look very big, and he was a very big man in every sense of the word. Her heart was hammering again, the Geiger-Counter going off the charts on approach, especially when she had to stand there alone while he opened the door, filling her eyes with visions of him that had nothing to do with his wound. She was blushing again, embarrassed at her impropriety, her advantage of his kindness. It didn't matter that she had seen his hardness, the muscle which often slept but was awakened, by the fight or by her, she wasn't sure, and almost certain it could be both. Ling had never been attracted to a man like this before, and was encouraged to think it was mutual, and he didn't find her Asian features ugly or her body too...curvy. With the new age of Advertising, her view of other women in America was pretty limiting, and as such, her thoughts on his. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Just Rewards: Once in a Blue Moon (Incant &amp; NejraTu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Incant</strong> on <strong>05-08-2015, 18:36:26</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://www.lookpastit.com/RPG/PBoptions/Banner_TyreseGibson.jpg)</div><br>The way she held herself, the way her full kissable lips moved when she spoke or smiled, the way her big eyes opened her thoughts to him, and the way her scent invaded his senses like it was intended to be there. All of it made the Pastor unable to take his eyes off of her for more than a couple of seconds, and in those seconds his eyes were always scanning their surroundings to ensure no dangers remained hidden in the darkness. Her alluring and innocent ways came too easy to her to be false, and in the darkness he was trying to find a flaw in what he saw in her. He wanted to find some reason to douse his lust that was now burning like a raging fire upon the kindling that had been the adrenaline coarsing through his veins after dominating the men who sought to take her virginity by force. The excitement of the fight should have died long ago, but Ling's unconscious flirtations were influencing the large black male more than her innocent mind could fathom. While he gazed on her brilliant smile that lit up the night like a glorious radiant light his mind wandered to what her reaction would be if she had the knowledge of what her actions were doing to him. <br><br>The sound of her drubbing heart beat, at a pace that could have been attributed to the fear of having been just attacked rather than her powerful arousal that might have matched his own, alerted his sensitive ears to the possibility of her body succumbing to the alluring waves of his aura and the beckoning masculine pheromones working upon her mind. The scent of her eagerness that was coating her inner thighs kept King's mind focused on the fact that she was not far from giving into her arousal, and that the pace of her heart was no longer attributed to the attack. His confidence at the reasoning for her heart beat, combined with the self confidence of being the object of desire for countless females over the years, gave him no reason to pause as he wrapped the strong muscle firmed arm around her waist to lift her with each step. <br><br>King's chest was firm under the hand that gave a playfully light slap of protest against the muscular slab that didn't give the slightest under her dainty fingers. The flesh that was exposed slightly from his tank top was warmer than should have been expected. The heat that radiated from his body was also rooted in his inhuman blood that kept his internal temp running much higher than a normal human's. That warmth didn't raise alarm in her mind as it should have, but instead it beckoned her touch to continue to explore the exposed flesh around the tight black tank top. Her arm that wrapped around him was delivered a much more muted sensation as the allure of his flesh could not be transferred through the layers of his shirt and her coat. <br><br>With each aided step they took his eyes diverted from the path ahead to turn upon her face and those gorgeous tits that looked like they were on the verge of spilling forth from her coat if her next breath was too deep. The flirtations of her cleavage along the line of her coat kept the majority of his attention, but due to it she was complimented by the large hand on her waist squeezing her tighter into the line of his flank. Before he knew it his long strides had brought him to the small front porch of his modest home that was adjacent to the large church he presided over. <br><br>Their arrival caused him to lower her from his side, an action that he genuinely regretted. As he began to lower her to her nude feet on the patio before the large brown door that protected the opening to his home. As he stepped away from the curvy body of the younger Asian girl his right hand showed her just how reluctant it was to leave her. The pressure that had keep her pressed so securely into his side was maintained as he continued keeping connected with her in the touch. The heavy weight of his strong thick fingers were splayed wide as they dragged over the heavy layer of the coat that protected her from the elements as&nbsp; well as his touch. The pressure of his touch was enough that the top of her ass was teased by the smaller fingers as the others moved across the small of her back before he completely slipped from touching her and moved to the door.<br><br>At the door his movements were quick, but he gave her his back for that moment. From behind, even in the dim lights of the street, Ling's jade eyes could see the 'V' shape of his body. Broad shoulders narrowed down from the expanded portion of his back and down towards his narrow waist that was denoted by the slight indentations of his hip bones in the profile of his torso. From behind she could also note how his left arm remained hanging still. The large arm seemed to be glistening with something other than sweat, but the blood that had continued to run from the bullet wound. Of course the flow of blood had diminished substantially on their walk, but since it had yet to be cleaned off it appeared far worse than it actually was. <br><br>The door was pushed open once the lock was opened by the key that he had pulled from his pocket, and once the door was opened he quickly flicked on the light in the entryway and in the new soft yellow illumination Ling was presented with a proper view of Pastor King for the first time since she had seen him at the front of his church. His large dark eyes had turned down to study the expression in her gorgeous exotic features after he lit the light. King's bald head was glistening with the remnants of sweat that still lingered from the exertion preformed when he acted as her protector and saved her from the assault of the other men she had met this night. His strong jawline appeared freshly shaven, and although he could look quite the intimidating sight the slight smile placed upon his full dark lips softened his hard features enough to shred that intimidation to bits.<br><br>Beneath the black tank his pecs were like large slabs of matching muscle, the dark flesh was smooth where it was exposed by the dip in the neckline of his tank. Down the midline of his chest was a deep ravine that parted the pair of pecs that could only be described as masculine cleavage. With each smooth breath his large chest rose into the confines of his cotton shirt and stretched it further across the large expanse. King's right arm remained extended to hold the front door open for her to enter at her convenience, but the position of his arm also showed off the mountainous swell of the bicep that laid across the upper portion of his arm. It was clear that he was strong from his actions in the alley, but now Ling's jade eyes were presented with the visual stimulus that showed just how strong he possibly was. Not only could she see the size of his arm, but she could also see just how large his hand was as it splayed flat against the door. The size of his hand was enough to keep her lifted and manipulated while moving, she had even felt it caressing her back, and now she could add a picture to the feeling. Beneath his pecs were the set of 8 perfectly paired squares of muscle that pushed out with an intake of breath to flirt with the front of the tight tank, but with each exhale they contracted and pulled further back away from the fabric.<br><br>What was not flirting with the fabric that contained it was the large bulge that stretched across his huge bulge that strained the front of his black slacks. Their closeness during the walk combined with the scent of arousal pouring off her had been more than enough to keep his arousal heightened even after the initial excitement of the fight had worn off. The cloth of his slacks was straining against the girth that was as impressive as his herculean physique. King was nothing short of the epitome of an alpha male, and he held himself with the confidence to show that he was aware of it. <br><br>Once she stepped inside he would follow and as her eyes adjusted to the light she could see the comfortably furnished home of the pastor. In the living area was a long couch, that he could easily lay across comfortably, an over stuffed arm chair, and a smaller loveseat. All the peices of furniture were centered around a circular coffee table with the days paper on it as well as a few other books. The carpet was a muted tan with enough wear to show it was a few years old, but not yet worn out. The walls were hung with pictures of more scenic places than the city, but all in all the home was welcoming. <br><br>As she took in the sights of his home he moved into the door and placed himself directly behind her. The large right arm encircled her waist and drew her gently back against his torso. The powerful bicep pressed gently into the side of her body as the pine scent of his presence slipped more into her mind. His presence also had the weight of his supernatural aura sliding closer to her body, and with each moment remaining in his presence it seemed all that more natural to her. Against her flat stomach his right hand gently slipped lower as he began to speak softly in her ear. " I welcome you to my humble home Ling. I hope it is up to your standards. " His deep voice rolled against her ear as his hips gently pushed the weight of his bulge against the small of her back. He was holding her, but he was not trapping her. If at anytime he thought she was not enjoying his closeness he intended to pull away. "Through those doors there is the kitchen, within the kitchen is a first aid kit. If you would hurry and fetch it I'd be grateful if you'd patch my wound. " His heavy hand slipped over the front of her thighs. " Let me take your coat, and once we clean up this bothersome arm I promise I'll be a much better host. " The right hand took the edge of her coat and gently started to pull it further open, as he did so his curled fingers brushed over the thin fabric that protected her stomach. King would help her from the coat as much as she was willing to allow him, and then send her to the task of fetching the first aid kit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Just Rewards: Once in a Blue Moon (Incant &amp; NejraTu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NejraTu</strong> on <strong>06-08-2015, 23:58:05</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://www.lookpastit.com/RPG/PBoptions/Banner_AsianUnknown.jpg)</div><br><br>Though most of her was innocently giddy from the uplifting journey of being hoisted much longer steps (and taller ones) than she'd ever make with her own two legs, there was a deeper part of her being saturated in his aura, soaking in his scent, and drowning in the mixture of his as yet-undefined intent. He was concerned for her, protective, but so too was he aroused, and though she was trying to deny it had anything to do with her, the length of time she was pressed against him, bouncing against him, she couldn't deny she was still affected by it; by him. The rape of his side through his tanktop and her coat covered nightgown to her own side, including the weighted fall of her ample and unbound breasts to the side of his chest every time he lifted her up and into him. The press of their hips and the glide of their legs, with the occasional brush of her naked toes against his pants. Ling had never been this close to a man and felt her body so ripe for him, it seemed lewd and made her blush as much as she also enjoyed it. Somehow, this desire also calmed her and made her feel safe with him. Or, maybe just too distracted to consider the beast within, the one capable of the violence he'd shown her tonight, because his hand held her hip with a gentle and purposeful grip that was a slice of heaven and not anything that hurt. <br><br>Ling had assumed she was alone in finding some strange comfort in his arms and their bodies moving against each other, even so platonically as helping her walk his pace. Yet, when he reached the porch and helped her upon it, lowering her dangling feet to touch the textured surface so softly (and apparently safely) that she was surprised to feel how lingeringly his hand dragged across her back. Her green hues lifted with a tilt of her chin to look up at him and thought she saw the same longing she felt, if for only a moment before it was all concern and politeness. Besides, he had a door to unlock and open so, Ling clasped her hand at her belly, tried not to indulge too much in the urge to get closer and instead, let her eyes wander his masculine form. He was the most impressive male figure she'd ever seen. A giant. But more than that, he was toned, ripped, and still not so buff he looked and walked like a gorilla. This man was as sleek as he was muscular and the combination made the virgin Ling let her hands go to wrap around her soft body in a self-hug beneath her partially opened coat. Watching his body move through the door frame as he pushed the door open, and she got a truer sense of just how big he was, all around. Though she had felt how completely his hand could consume her hip, her side, and the curve of her back where it met the bubble of her womanly ass, seeing it holding the door opened as he stood in the doorway, watching her back as surely as showing her in, Ling's arms uncrossed around her waist to rub absently on her hips, stretching the nightgown down across her breasts and emphasizing how quickly she was panting her soft, shallow breaths.<br><br>Whatever it was about him, her primal switches were flipped and her virgin, mortal mind was having trouble coping with her rush of desire that just kept getting thicker and stronger, putting notions in her mind and body that didn't make sense. Ling only meant to help him, but she felt herself wanting more from him. He meant to protect her for the night, but she felt something more stirring. Inexplicably she was drawn to him, to want him in the most primal way, it was startling, had her body flushed and her lungs trying to keep up. God's Hand was patient, waiting, watching. With small steps of her bare feet, Ling approached him more than the door's opening. Looking up at him, stepping almost too close to him where her breasts threatened to touch his upper abs and lower chest, she leaned to grab his jacket from his bloodied arm. It looked pretty bad, but he acted as if it wasn't really hurting, and having gotten a good eye-full to go with the way her body still tingled, she wasn't at all certain it <em>didn't</em> feel like just a pin-prick to him. Just a slight turn and a couple steps inside and she stopped once more, surprised by how luxurious but simple, homey but not overly personal his home was. It was warm and cozey just the same, and Ling felt immediately safe here. Whether it was an instinctive part of her knowing she was safe under his watchful eye, or wishful thinking, Ling smiled a genuine smile once more.<br><br>It was quickly washed into a gasp when she felt the unnatural heat of his body wrap around her, even before his hand splayed across her belly and pulled her into his body. Her resistance was in startled surprise only, his jacket clutched in her small hand even as she raced it to his own, covering the back of his dark skin with her pale fingers and warm palm, uncertain if she was trying to catch her fall, hold him closer, or pull him away. Ling wasn't used to wanting to be touched, even when she was so easily roused, it was something she hid and held onto privately. He made her want to give it up. To give herself to him because she wanted him as a woman wants a man. It was startling. Not how she anticipated feeling, but every breath, and every touch, the longer she lingered the stronger it got. Even through her coat, she could feel his body at her back, towering over her but leaning into her as surely as he pulled her into him. His lips brushed her ear and she made a soft sound that bounced her breasts against his arms as he encircled her, held her, and lingered one hand lower as he welcomed her. The sensation of his engorged shaft pushing into her back, made her arch her softer abs into his hand, her thighs quivering under the other, and no protest what-so-ever was offered to his suggestion of relieving her of her coat. She first shifted her shoulder, shivering against him as he peeled the fabric back with no small brush of his aura and skin against her thin nightgown and her wanton body beneath. The young woman realized, regardless of how little sense it made, she didn't want to leave him, not even to go into the kitchen (alone) to fetch his first aid kit.<br><br>Alas, she helped him slide one arm out, transferring his coat in her free'd hand, and then sliding the other arm out of the crimson sleeve so his large hands supported her seemingly petite coat while her own petite hands held his large coat. The raven haired beauty turned, her dark hair shimmering like gossamer obsidian despite the windblown and tussled nature it was left in, and looked up at him with her coat in his hands with a sly smile that suggested the innocent young woman was not without imagination. Was she Little Red Riding Hood in this story, and he, the Big Bad Wolf? Ling had no idea how close she actually was in that little thought that made her smile, but she moved just past him to tip-toe in only her nighty, hoisting his coat to his coat-rack, more appropriately pegged to accommodate his height than hers. To her surprise, the lush young woman leaned into his hanging coat before she removed her hands from it, and took a deep breath of him and the night, with that strange woodsy scent she was finding rather addicting. More. Her cheek brushed against the jacket and she whirled toward the kitchen in the same movement she jerked away in, so it almost looked purposeful. She did not look back. Her small feet whispered, still tip-toeing across his floor and beyond the door where only his heightened senses would have heard.<br><br>How she paused, made tiny tracks to one side of the kitchen, then abruptly turned back for the door, making it all the way to the frame where she paused again. Her breath billowing softly across the door she did not open, turning yet again to pad quietly across the kitchen. His first-aid kit wasn't in the ice box but she'd gotten something out of it, and his cabinets, using his sink, and when she finally emerged from his kitchen, her small but curvy body was overloaded with the first aid kit, three cups (one of which had water in it she was miraculously not spilling), washcloths, and... a sandwich? That might have been why she returned to the door but didn't open it, perhaps going to ask but decided against it. The sandwich wasn't for her, it was for him, and only because her Father had thought eating while bleeding was a good idea. What did she know? Seemed to work for (or at least not hurt) her father. Likewise, she had used one of his forks as a hair pin, winding her hair up and stabbing the backend through the mass of blackness to ensure she didn't get her hair in her face. It partially worked, kept it off the nape of her neck at least, only accentuating how well figured she was beneath that night gown, wearing only (her finally corrected though now soaked and useless) panties. At least she had tried to scrub in, cleaning her hands to the best his non-surgical soaps could offer. If he'd had a bottle of hard liquor, clear over colored, she'd have that in arm too, just encase. <strong>"My Father says, anything you do, is worth doing right."</strong> Her voice was soft, and maybe a little defensive about coming out with half the kitchen when he'd said first-aid kit, but when she looked at him again it would be obvious she was struggling with the realization that she wanted him and being near him only made it a stronger desire.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Just Rewards: Once in a Blue Moon (Incant &amp; NejraTu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Incant</strong> on <strong>13-08-2015, 22:14:58</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://www.lookpastit.com/RPG/PBoptions/Banner_TyreseGibson.jpg)</div><br>As fast as his heart was pounding against his chest he was sure she could feel it against her back as he kept her lingering in that embrace while she held his large black coat. The reasons for his racing heartbeat were many. The most obvious reason for such an increased heart rate should have been the pain that was searing through his body from the bullet wound causing his left arm to be coated in that layer of infected crimson liquid. However in reality the injury was the smallest of the many contributors to his increased heart rate. The main culprit for the thudding heart beat, that had was pounding beneath his broad strong chest, was the beautiful young woman who he had saved. There were many things that drew him to her, and King was not so naive to think that the soft full breasts that were pressing into his firm biceps did not have something to do with it. While her impressive cleavage was a large part of the puzzle Ling's other more unconscious signals flared the alpha male's arousal further. When she was in his grip each breath he took was filled with the scents of her body's lust, and made him even more aware of what was coating her thighs when he could not yet see it. Her body's movements into his also made him all the more eager to spend more time with her and explore how her body further responded to his touch. Just the way her pale hand rested over the back of his massive black hand that splayed across her abdomen was both a taboo and erotic sight.<br><br>Ling was released when she moved to the coat rack, but as his hand released her it slid down off her torso and across the upper expanse of her ass cheek and thigh. The thin material of the gown was hardly enough to cause his touch to be muted before he helped her out of the red coat she wore.&nbsp; All around the virgin the air was heavy with King's pure <em>presence</em>,&nbsp; it was more than just his aura but everything that came with it signalling to her that while she remained in his company that nothing in the world would dare to harm her in the slightest for fear of the wrath of her powerful protector. King intended to be much more than simply her admirer, and as he watched her body lean further into the heavy black trench coat she hung on the rack he knew that she wanted more than to simply be protected. His deep set large brown eyes moved slowly over her curvaceous figure as she tip toed from his presence and further into his home. On the hard wood floor that lead to the kitchen door was a thick soft white rug that cushioned her every step and pampered her feet with the soft fabric beneath that was a drastic contrast to the hard pavement to which she had been previously subjected. <br><br>King took pleasure in his chance to get a complete view of the way she walked, and since she had her back to him he did not hesitate to increase his lust further. To do so the large right hand that had been warming and teasing her body moved to the front of his black slacks and that impressive bulge that strained down the right leg. As he walked through the room with his long strides, but light footfalls, his right hand began stroking the cloth barrier-ed erection. The large fist squeezed over the already erect length, and even though he was working through two layers he could feel the girth of his fat cock pulse back in enjoyment. King moved to settle himself in the very middle of the large couch that had an excellent view of the kitchen she was working in and also ran perpendicular to the wall with the red brick fireplace. <br><br><br>The kitchen had white cabinets and a matching white oven and a large refrigerator, exceptionally more than a single man would need. When Ling peered into the icebox it was found fully stocked with whatever her mind could concoct as far as meats and cheeses went, but it was rather sparse in the fruits or vegetable categories. Condiments were also easy to find in the fridge and a nearly fresh loaf of bread was bagged and sitting upon the oven. His liquor cabinet was well stocked with a various number of different liquors and wines, and if she was after clear liquor she would find a bottle of clear rum, tequila,&nbsp; gin, and vodka for her to choose. King heard her bustling about his kitchen and did not worry in the slightest about what she was doing. He had already placed her as an innocent trustworthy young woman, and he highly doubted that she was going to steal from his home. As she prepared his sandwhich he had stripped off his black tank top and used it as a make-shift towel to clean what he could of the blood from his arm.<br><br>In the middle of that task his attention turned to the door from which she returned to his living room. Returning to his presence was more than a subtle shock to the young human. It would be a kin to walking out into a fireplace warmed room after suffering in the chill of winter, but it wasn't simply heat that radiated off of King. That presence returned to her flesh, and if she had been one of his pack the sensation could have been so much more extreme, but for the young virgin woman the embrace of heat coiling over her flesh was not as powerful.&nbsp; The weight of his eyes shifted from her face to the items she was carrying in her full hands, and an expression of amusement crossed his lips. <br><br><strong>"Your father is a wise man."</strong> King's deep voice filled the room, and as he spoke his exposed abs tightened across his torso. The thick black arms had fallen back against the soft cushions of the dark couch. While she was in the kitchen he had padded the wound with his now blood soaked shirt to prevent from further staining his furniture. The pastor sat upon his couch like a king upon his throne, and with his full dark lips parted in an alluring beckoning smile he awaited her to join him. As she walked closer his eyes shifted from the many things she carried and over the front of her body that looked as if it stepped from the pantheon of her gods. King could not keep his eyes off her breasts as they bounced and shifted freely under her thin night gown, and beneath his slacks he felt his aroused girth both tenting his pant leg to the point where it would be a chore to hide. With each beat of his heart the arousal within him grew, but he did his best to not let the fire of desire within him cloud his mind.<br><br>When she reached him he helped unload her arms and placed all those items upon the coffee table before him. As much as he wanted to grab ahold of that little feminine frame and pull her into his lap he restrained himself and let her get to work on the thick muscle bound arm that had the bullet wound in the back of his left upper arm. <br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Just Rewards: Once in a Blue Moon (Incant &amp; NejraTu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NejraTu</strong> on <strong>15-08-2015, 05:30:43</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://www.lookpastit.com/RPG/PBoptions/Banner_AsianUnknown.jpg)</div><br><br>The first thing Ling noticed when she exited the kitchen, was how much she missed that warm feeling that washed over her skin like a physical touch she couldn’t identify. How it excited her, made her desire the man, and all the while feeling fantastic about it, even if it also unnerved her.&nbsp; It slowed her tip-toeing steps and made her balance longer from one foot to the next as she crossed the room toward him on the couch; which was the second thing she noticed. Third was the fact he had stripped off his tank-top and was now seated naked from the waist-up. Just as his eyes watched the sway of her breasts from around all the things she held to it, including his first aid kit, and the way her hips moved with each step forward, caressing her night gown one side and then the other with barely a touch of her knee to the front. It was sheer though, and her whole pale body was visible beneath the thin fabric, hiding her nakedness but also allowing it to be seen, including the wet panties she’d fixed properly on her hips that squished quietly between her thighs as they rubbed; so too, was Ling observing the way his chest and arms flexed with his opportune pre-washing of his arm with the bloody tank, and the realization she’d returned. His voice brought her eyes up to his lips, licking her own in a small gesture of uncontrolled desire to touch them.<br><br>Ling smiled and stopped just within his arms reach, holding her breath when she felt as much as saw him lean forward to help her free her arms of all the things she brought out. Her head bowed in gratitude, working with him and trying not to focus on the way his fingertips sometimes brushed against her breasts in his grabbing of things she held on to. His desire to grab her was almost palpable, but she didn’t understand why she should feel the energy about her thicken and warm her to the idea almost to the point it was becoming a need. She needed him. To touch him.&nbsp; Moving the things on the coffee-table to one side, she smoothened her nightgown under the bubbly curve of her ass and sat on it’s edge testingly, unsure if her weight would tip it unless she sat more in the middle. Feeling it out, she’d sit accordingly and then pop open the first aid kit so she knew what she had to work with, before following it with the silver tequila. She’d never seen tequila before, nor tasted it, so she mistakenly brought the opened bottle toward her nose to smell it and immediately snorted, looking at it and then him like he was crazy for stocking it, before she thrust the bottle in his direction. <strong> “Drink.” </strong>&nbsp; Of course, she had no idea his metabolic rate would force him to drink all of it and then some to do what she thought it would do, but the woman was working with what she did know and that included a healthy amount of pain he would have to endure while she cleaned and stitched the wound.<br><br>Only once he took it and drank some, more for her benefit than his, she’d turn on the table to rummage through the first aid kit, setting side gauze, ointment, small flaslight and the suture kit which was thankfully still in one sanitary piece. Too, she pulled a pair of gloves from the small box and laid them out alongside the medical tape and scissors. Only once all of those things were laid out did she pick up the plate with the sandwich on it, thrusting that toward him in one hand and the other open handed to trade for the tequila bottle. Her breath was taken in very small sips, perhaps very conscious of how her breasts kept moving, unbound and swaying, against her chest every time she inhaled deeply. Too, his scent was like an aphrodisiac that made her want to climb into his lap, splay her legs and ride him until dawn. Which was a scary thought for a virgin who’d twice been attacked for her body, and moreso for a Chinese-Japanese immigrant who is bound by many cultural traditions that would shun her severely, perhaps even disown her for being in the same room as this black man, alone. Yet, here she was, feeling more delightful, despite the tension in her fighting some aspects of it, than she’d ever felt before. Arousal can be a very giddy and powerfully empowering feeling when it’s used right, and by the nature of his beast, his mere presence was doing the young Asian woman <em>just</em> right. Those thrusts of her hands in his direction, of course, counterintuitive to her efforts not to have her breasts jiggling all over the place beneath her nighty, and her elbows pitched inward in an effort to stop them as she kept her hands out, lowering her eyes between them sheepishy as she said more softly, <strong> “Eat.” </strong><br><br>She’d seen his hands, they were big enough to hold the sandwich in one so she could work unhindered on the other arm. But first, when she was freed of his food, she’d uncap the tequila and take the tiniest little swig to calm her own nerves, after which she did not look him in the face, but immediately to the wounded wing. Scooting even further to the edge of the table, her legs bumping his coming off the sofa, she leaned her heavy breasts forward with her reach for his arm. Her pale fingers looked even smaller against the broadness of his arm, and like slender doves feathers dancing across the earthy darkness of his skin as she gripped the back of his arm near the elbow to pull him forward and with a slight turn so she could see it better. In doing so, she also toed his floor, briefly brushing her leg against his as she crossed it, and slid her butt over the nighty and across the table to get into a better position to see the bullet hole. There was no exit wound in the front so, it was still in there. Not her favorite part. Thankfully, he was a culturally explorative man it seemed, or maybe one of his flock, because she had found some very nice steel chopsticks when getting a butter-knife for his condiments. Long tweezers would be better, but she’d used chopsticks before. It wasn’t unlike picking a lock, one goes in to locate the pin, the other goes in to secure it and instead of turning, she pulls it free. In another life, Ling could have been a surgeon.<br><br>For now, she snapped the gloves on one at a time, frowning slightly when her fingers didn’t reach but half-way of the gloves fingers, and then peering into the kit at the box to see it said XL. Of course, he wasn’t expecting to be on the other end of this, and it made her cast an amused look in his direction as she shook her head and took the gloves back off. Her pale hands looked good in red anyway so, with a quick wash of her hands with one of the prep-towletts, she did the same for the chop sticks and then the area around his wound. The longer she sat there, despite how focused on her task, the more she burned to let her hands wander, the stronger the scent of her arousal, the heavier her breasts felt and more achy her pert nipples. Ling had never felt these things before, and it made her squirm a little on the edge of the coffee table, wetting it as her excitement had filled her panties and soaked into her nightgown to stain his table, though she was doing well to otherwise ignore it. He had a bullet in him, one that got there because of her stupidity going out alone. As planned, but with a slight pause to explain (in part) to him, she held a chopstick in both hands and a small flashlight in one as she calmly advised him. <strong> “I know you feel it in there, I have done this before, on my Father and Brother, it will hurt, but I will do good job.” </strong> A little nod of her dark haired head in affirmation that was sweetened with a smile, and those jade eyes fell to the upper part of the back of his arm where there was a little fresh blood from the cleaning. <strong> “Don’T move.”</strong><br><br>The flashlight was turned on and placed between her soft lips, an audible clamp of her teeth to ensure it didn’t move and she leaned forward with the chopsticks poised in each hand. Balancing the sides of her hands on the edges of his arm, just around the hole and slightly stretching it for a better view in, the left chopstick went in first, following the trajectory of the bullet and only touching the mangled bits of torn muscle that still hung in the opening. Listening and feeling as much as watching, she knew the second he did, that she’d touched the bullet. In proof of experience, the meat looking the same on the inside, she maneuvered the left stick to the side of the bullet and putting pressure on the wounded tissue surrounding where it stopped, but only in the same time it took her to push the right stick in the hole in a kiss along the other that probably felt like being stabbed with a hot poker for the way it flared at the very end when she separated the right to grab the other side of the bullet. Bing bang boom, she slid both back out rather quickly in one hand, her other reaching for gauze without looking and meeting the bullet’s exit to stave off any more blood dripping on his sofa. First part done! But suddenly, holding the guaze to his arm with one hand and the bloody bullet at the end of a pair of chopsticks in the other, she couldn’t get past the heat that flared through her body in reminder of feeling his behind her. It had nothing to do with pulling the bullet from him, but it came through her mind anyway and left her suspended like that for a moments human indecision.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Just Rewards: Once in a Blue Moon (Incant &amp; NejraTu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Incant</strong> on <strong>23-08-2015, 23:07:37</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://www.lookpastit.com/RPG/PBoptions/Banner_TyreseGibson.jpg)</div><br>The predatory weight of King's eyes greeted her when she exited the kitchen. As she moved and the aura of his presence wrapped around her he couldn't help but notice the unique way she walked. With every step she remained on her tip toes, and due to her odd gait she took longer strides and her young body was put even further on display for him. It was not something the pastor had seen before, but it was something he thoroughly enjoyed as her body was displayed perfectly beneath the sheer gown that was only thick enough to give the wearer a false modesty. While his eyes traveled across her body he couldn't help but notice that scrap of cloth she still wore beneath the gown. Her panties would not have been visible to most in the dim light of the streets, but now that they were in his home and under more suitable light the observant eyes caught how her eagerness had gone beyond simply dampening her panties, but had all but soaked them all the way through. <br><br>The sight of her eagerness was only but one of the ways he wished to enjoy her arousal. The second savoring came when he took a slow deep breath in as she settled herself on the table before him. A slow deep breath was taken in through his nose, and with the breath his broad chest expanded out towards her. The thick muscles of his pecs were stretched as the rib cage beneath ballooned outwards in all directions as his nose collected the arousal infused air that hung about her figure. The virgin's scent washed through his body like a spill of hot liquid that began in his head and quickly flowed to every muscle in that herculean physique. The most effected areas where of course his loins, where the indication of his arousal strained the front of his slacks, and his heart, which started beating faster to prime the powerful body for the acts that were to come. <br><br>While his body was falling under the spell of her unconscious reactions to his mere presence Ling settled herself on the table and offered the bottle of clear liquid out to him. The grimace that marred her features after she took a whiff of the alcohol caused a smirk to cross his full dark lips as he lifted his good arm from the couch and reached to secure the bottle from her grip. As he did so he intentionally let his warm calloused fingers brush across her dainty digits. The touch was light, but he simply wanted to initiate the contact with her to keep the thoughts beyond first-aid in the back of her mind. <strong>"Don't have to ask twice."</strong> His deep voice rolled over her flesh with far from noble intentions. The tones were unbecoming of a man of the faith, but if she had started to look at him as he truly was, an alpha male who was truly deserving of the title. The words would have not sounded more perfect from any other.<br><br>The bottle was taken, and as it was lifted to his lips he flexed that large right bicep. Beneath the black flesh the thick muscle swelled under the contours of ebony flesh and caused those creases which separated his bicep from the rest of his arm to deepen further. Just beneath the flesh a small number of wide veins increased the raises in the dark flesh as he took a long heavy draw on the strong alcohol. As the fiery liquid was poured down his throat King felt as it slightly dulled the still present pain in the back of his arm, but the effects would be transient. The dullness that tried to seep into his mind was quickly chased away by the speed at which his body reacted to the alcohol toxin and started to cleanse it from his blood stream. The burning was barely gone from his throat and gut by the time his mind was back to the sharpened state that had allowed him to silence her attackers while only taking the single wound. Of course the burning fire of the tequila had caused his breath to quicken with a few short breaths that caused his washboard abs to tighten reflexively with each breath. If the&nbsp; exaggerated movement of his lower torso had happened to catch her eye so would the rather intimidating raise in the front of his slacks. <br><br>While he was under the effects of her body she was being assaulted on a level that she had no chance to resist. The more her mind started to slip under the weight of his aura the stronger her response to it became. The weight of her gown should have been something she didn't even notice, but as she remained close to him the soft gown began lightly caressing her tender sensitive flesh. His eyes took in a full view of her beautiful cleavage that was so stunning he was sure she turned heads every where she went, but the weight of his gaze was not something that made her want to cover up, but something she should be hoping to encourage. As she offered the sandwich to him he set the bottle down upon the table next to her and took what was offered at this point. As he took the sandwich his voice slipped from his lips once more. <strong>"Perfect Ling, I can see you are eager to take care of ALL my needs."</strong> The deep tones found a home in her very core and attempted to ignite her need even further by his sheer presence. <br><br>King desperately wanted to ignored the searing pain in his arm, and the bullet that was nestled in the mass of his muscle, but he knew it would need to come out. He was also confident that if she was not allowed to get it out of the hole she would be less pliable to his other desires. So with the sandwich secured in his large right hand he shifted his body on the sofa. Turning himself at an angle so that she could better get to the already closing bullet wound he also brought himself closer to her. Ling's touch upon his flesh found the ebony flesh far warmer than expected. The warmth of his skin was almost addicting to her little fingers, and encouraged them to explore all of the expose upper body and not just his arm. King was impressed when she was able to resist the call of his flesh to be explored, and so he did his best to be a good patient.<br><br>The black male shifted his large wounded extremity in the ways she desired, and as she positioned the flashlight in her mouth he simply nodded his bald head and took another bite of the sandwich. The pain that seared through his body caused his abs to tighten, and it took all he had to keep his left arm relaxed to not make it more difficult on her task. Deep breaths were taken as he managed the stabbing sensation in his left arm. He didn't even realize he had finished the sandwich, but by the time she stuck the second chopstick in his arm his large right hand was grabbing the back of the couch. His large hand dug so fiercely into the soft cushion that he could feel the frame of the couch starting to give under his grip. Luckily for the couch Ling pulled the bullet free and his mind was free of the pain.<br><br>With pain no long clouding his thoughts desire came rushing in to replace the void which had been left. The fact that she was still upon the edge of the coffee table allowed the alpha were-wolf to act without hesitation. His newly treated left arm extended out, and before she realized where he was moving her the powerful arm had wrapped around her. The virgin's little body was yanked toward him and her slender thighs were parted by his own thick muscular legs. His left hand instinctively had grabbed her ass and her lower half was pinned against his bare abs. The heat of his firm abs burned through the thin dress and the soaked panties. Ling's aroused lower lips were greeted with the firm wall of his muscular washboard torso that only increased the arousal rushing through her body. Between her thighs, and a bit lower upon her ass the weight of his cock was pressed into her flesh. Through the fabric of his pants the hardness could not be mistaken, but he had yet to fully expose himself because he was rather busy with her other parts.<br><br>As she was pulled toward him his right hand moved in sync with his left. Scooping one of those wondrous tits up out of the deep cleavage he confidently squeezed her breasts as his left hand upon her ass kept her elevated so his full dark lips did not have to strain to take in the tender flesh between them. His lips hungrily greeted her pale breast and suckled upon the sensitive globe. His lips started at the top and slowly descended across her warm flesh leaving a trail of saliva as well as the searing heat of his power penetrating the virgin mind more than ever before. As his lips captured her nipple his right hand squeezed around it's prize, and the dark thick fingers caused her soft breast to mold under the weight. Just as his right hand was working her breast his left was working her ass and grinding her harder against the ridges of his abs in attempts to upgrade the arousal she felt it to something even more mind bending as she straddled this stranger's lap.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Just Rewards: Once in a Blue Moon (Incant &amp; NejraTu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NejraTu</strong> on <strong>24-08-2015, 03:59:11</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://www.lookpastit.com/RPG/PBoptions/Banner_AsianUnknown.jpg)</div><br><br>Ling felt very grateful when he took the bottle and mentioned not having to be asked twice. She hadn't asked, but just the same, she was grateful he didn't call her out on her demanding Doctorness, but took the bottle like a good patient. The brush of his fingertips made her heart race and her dark jade hues linger on him for a moment as if she could tell whether or not he'd done it, and given her that sensation on purpose. She had never felt like she was swimming in a man's presence before, but this man made the air feel thick, like a warm water about her skin, seeping in, and drugging her senses with desire for him; a very specific and primal desire to feel him impale her and fill her with his seed. Sex, yes, but her womb criedout in calling it mating. She wanted to mate with him, and the urge lingered into a need the longer she was next to him, even more as she was touching him, and every time she breathed as if the air really was tainted by something. That need was leaving a stain on his table while she worked, only Mastering control because of her upbringing and culture demanding it in most every situation, and too, because she had a job she had set herself to. He was right to think he wouldn't get her to cooperate until the bullet was out.&nbsp; So, she handed him his sandwhich without further thought on it and got to work on that mission of fishing out the offending object.<br><br>Like him, she didn't notice he'd eaten it so fast, and once she got started, she was focusing on nothing else to get it done as quickly as she could. Every flex of his body distracted her, even though it was in discomfort and pain, her body saw the movement as dark potential against her own. Especially feeling the intoxicating heat of his skin. Like standing in the sun without getting burned. Coupled with his power of presence, the pheramones mixing with that woodsy scent, and Ling was already on edge despite her task and focus. His seizing of the couches back made her hiss on his behalf, sucking in a breath as she furrowed her brows and quickly pinned the bullet to pull it free of his arm, but by then she was reset, task complete (mostly), and the rest of him was hard to ignore beyond her view of the bullet. One he didn't give her much time with, wrapping that wounded arm around her and pulling her into him with his legs driving hers apart until she was sitting in his lap straddling him. Ling was so surprised by the swiftness of the movement and the feeling of that sudden full-body contact, (of which she'd only experienced in the attempts to rape her) and momentarily felt fear that caused her to drop the chopsticks and bullets in favor of slapping her small, bloodied hands down against his chest as if to stop her from touching him. But she wanted him, and she was touching him, and it was far too late for that. Ling liked the way his arm felt around her and her body felt against his, even through the flimsy nightgown she was still wearing. His dark skin like a shadow roaming her body, getting a better grip. He knew what he wanted and he wasn't waiting.<br><br>Ling's legs tightened around his sides as he slid her right up his abs, her wet panties dragging a line along his bare skin as her night gown hiked up her flexing thighs and draped across his. Those slanted but wide green eyes disappeared as her head rolled back exposing the rapid pulse in her throat and her whole body tightened in a tremor that rocked her in feeling his hard body between her legs and against her tits before his other hand even addressed them. The virgin had never been so wet, and didn't know she could get wetter until that moment, almost gush a new wave of lubricant in her excitement, gasping her heavy breast right into his hand as he fondled her tit out of her flimsy nightgown and to his mouth while his other gripped her curvey ass and kept her pinned against his abs, sliding up and down along them in a tease for what was to come. The Asian woman didn't realize why he was doing this, but it felt so amazing she moaned freely, and clung to him desperately as his mouth touched the soft flesh of her breast and left a trail of wetness the air seem too cool against, the first eyes to see it and the first lips to taste it, she wanted no one else but him. Whimpering, her hands slid up his chest to wrap around his neck, one sliding up the back of his bald head to hold it to her chest as she realized how much she really liked his mouth there, exploring, kissing, and suckling all that previously cumbersome flesh. Now his layered tone and the way it affected her made sense when he'd said she seemed willing to fulfill ALL his needs. It became apparent to the virgin, the Pastor had a need for her, and that thought alone made her cry out, louder because he finally got to that dancing towered nipple and tripped her into her first real climax.<br><br>That's right, King would feel her body jolt right into it, no seizing preamble, just the trembling of her newness and excitement, and then a clench and bucking that rode her pussy hard against his abs even as she wet them through her panties in a thick waterfall of honey he'd probably smell like a confession of her fertility as much as her purity. Still in her teens, though legally an adult if culturally still property, she was supposed to be saving herself for her husband, to save her womb for his seed, but she was not engaged, and she was alone with this man she wanted like never before. She didn't want to wait either, and her body was overly ripe for her wanting this dark skinned man. Just the feel of her body grinding against his, those ripped abs running across her soft nether lips (even through those soaking panties!) while he got acquainted with her breasts was enough to send her over the edge, as too, was the thought of realizing he wanted her in that primal way too. He, a Pastor and man of faith she'd been under the impression should also be celibate. Together,&nbsp; the combination made Ling cum hard and she fought it, surprised by the intensity and digging small nails into the back of his neck and his non-wounded shoulder (by happenstance, she wasn't that conscious of it) as her hand fluttered down from his head to hold on closer to her body where she felt herself shaking and couldn't control it, not anymore than the sounds singing from her lips in pleasure and worry. Worry she was losing herself. Worry she'd done something wrong. <br><br>The ripples running up her velvet channel competed with the pattering of her clit, and made her whole body more sensitive to the nightgown between their bodies and the hard length trapped in his slacks beneath the curve of her ass. The virgin was so tight she was aching, and her orgasm only made her burn and so wet she was dripping, and blushing a hot blush of embarrassment she couldn't put a cap on with the close of her legs because they were hugging his sides instead, even before she came down off it. Holding her body to him, or him to her body, her bucking slowed and then stopped, only to start again in a spasm echoing through her because she could still feel him, and Ling finally rolled her head against his, lowering her face toward his to tempt him from her tit to her lips because she desperately needed to kiss him, even though she'd never kissed a man before and didn't know what she was doing, Ling wanted his lips as her body realized what she really wanted was beneath her, trying to inch lower and harder against that trapped length, rolling her hips on purpose to feel it, whining because she was intimidated already, but so wanton she couldn't think of anything but him and feeling his nakedness against her and inside her. Her hands were sliding, from his neck to his back and down his shoulder's curve to his arm, feeling the hardness of his muscle in the softness of his skin barely containing the radiance of his inhuman heat. How she ached with the need to feel that heat in her body, driving her to lean into him as fully as was possible in the way he held her, to feel every inch of her front warmed by him as she willed him to kiss her, to show her how to indulge in him; this Pastor she didn't know but who saved her from a terrible fate.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Just Rewards: Once in a Blue Moon (Incant &amp; NejraTu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Incant</strong> on <strong>21-12-2015, 18:26:31</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://www.lookpastit.com/RPG/PBoptions/Banner_TyreseGibson.jpg)</div><br>King's warm lips upon the soft flesh of her large young perky tit continued to explore the flesh with a patience and a intimacy that was beyond that of a man who was simply looking after his own desires. The heat that flushed over her body was not just from the warmth of his lips but also from that strong supernatural aura that oozed from his body unchecked now that he had her alone in his home with the searing pain of the bullet wound long forgotten. His attention had suddenly and completely turned to focus on his young gorgeous prize who was willing and eager to be taken into the heights of pleasure that he was sure she had not yet experienced. Once his thick lips wrapped around her nipple his tongue started to bathe the captured sensitive areola with the sensations that sent her body into the sudden and intense pleasure of her very first climax. <br><br>When she came King's sensitive senses were overwhelmed with all of the stimulation the young Asian woman released onto his hard muscled physique. When her warm thighs clutched at the sides of his bare abs she found only resistance against the hard toned sides that radiated a feverish heat that should have raised concern if he was human, but the were-wolf's mind bending influence made Ling accept the heat as normal. His rock hard abs pressed out into her soaked panties as his powerful left hand forced her hips to ride the ridges of perfect abs deeper and harder into her orgasm. The strength of his grip dug harder into her ass as the honey started gushing out of her cunt, wetting the front of her already soaked panties, and started dripping down the ridges of his abs. The scent of her orgasm filled the air and with each breath the strong lycan sense of smell detected oh so many things about the young females sexual history, or complete lack of it. Her scent was so exotic and arousing that he sucked in breaths through his nose even as his teeth dragged across her full tit that remained captured in his mouth. Her little smooth hands roaming the firm expanses of his black flesh felt so good that he could feel his cock eagerly twitching in the confines of his slacks and rubbing against her ass jealous that it was still hidden from the fertile prize fucking herself against his abs. <br><br>Her fingers that dug into his right shoulder were treated to the sensation of his big muscles shifting beneath her touch. His right hand continued to squeeze and grope the rest of her exposed left tit through the silky night gown which was not becoming more of a obstacle than anything else. His strong fingers clutched her breast possessively as his tongue and lips worshiped the young flesh even after she slipped out of the blissful orgasmic state. The warmth of her soft hands tempting his head to move did not have to wait long for his thick dark lips to release the flesh of her breast in a wet 'pop' and reveal the flesh that had turned crimson under the attention of his lips and teeth. King's lips did not remain unoccupied for long. Just enough time was taken for him to suck in a deep breath. The breath filled his lungs and expanded his chest out against her body. She felt his torso expand at every point of contact between their bodies. His honey slicked abs pinned harder against her still quaking mound, the unyielding sides forced her legs to yield to the expanding torso, and her chest, which was now settling against his, was pinned against the thick slabs of black muscle that radiated such a heat that it could keep her warm all alone.<br><br>After the breath his full lips pressed against hers and it was nothing like a simple kiss of another mortal. The tingling sensation, that had teased her flesh from the moment she awoke to him in the darkness of the alley and increased once they had stepped into his home, reached an entirely new level. Electric pleasure was shot from his lips into hers as his hands both began to shift while his thick wet lips molded against hers. The electric heat flashed through her body from the source of their kiss. Deep into her loins where the peaks of her pleasure had only just started to descend the pleasure of the were-wolf's power invaded and was like throwing gasoline onto the fire of her lust. Into every inch of her human body, that couldn't resist the power of a lust filled alpha male, the sensation increased her awareness of his strong addicting body. The tips of her fingers hummed with sensitivity that allowed her mind to perceive the contours of his flesh on an artistic level. The heat that rushed down her legs and into her dainty toes was like putting them against a warm fire to fight the chill of the night. All of those sensations from the passionate deep kiss that found his lips now parting to allow his tongue to tease across her lips.<br><br>While she was focused on the kiss King's hands were still moving over her irresistible figure.&nbsp; His left hand gently lowered her body back down into his lap. As he lowered her the moguls of his abs pushed her damp panties deeper between the engorged virgin lips. The heat that started at the kiss rushing into her loins only made her more sensitive as with each bit he lowered her she felt the girth of his immense bulge riding higher against her ass. When he stopped moving her Ling found herself seated in his lap with his head bent over hers still holding the kiss. It was then their size difference was once again stated, even as she was perched atop his thick thighs she was still small enough that his head needed to tilt down slightly to hold the kiss. <br><br>Once she was settled his left hand joined his right, and together both gripped a handful of the flimsy gown. The Alpha male ached to feel her flesh pressed against his and he was tired of the thin fabric preventing his desires from being fulfilled. Beneath her fingers she felt the thick cords of his muscles tighten as each hand took a fistful of the fabric. The ripping was violent and fast. His arms went from bent in against her sides and with the sudden lightening fast pull the gown was torn into two halves from the neckine to the base. The sleeves still remained but the two halves off the gown were pulled all the way down her arm past the elbow and hung from her arms useless in covering her exotic frame. <br><br>Now she was exposed his lips pressed harder into hers in the kiss and his chisled Adonis-perfect frame pinned into her chest. The contours of his thick pecs forced her tits to mold against his hot body inviting flesh. King's right arm coiled around her body and hugged her tightly against him increasing the closeness of their embrace and making it impossible for her to fight out of his hold now. The scents of her body and the cries of pleasure had signaled to the pastor that she wanted him, that she was fully invested in this moment and the possessive wolf was not going to allow its prize out the door until it was finished. The scent of the man and the wolf made sure that she wanted to continue by the pheromones that laced her every breath along with the heat that flooded her to her very core. The pastor would not rape a woman or force himself onto an unwilling one, but Ling had shown herself to be more than willing and the scent of her fertile body alerted the man that she was ready to take the next step in her life. <br><br>The last vestige of her modesty was finally removed with a sudden and quick pull. His left hand gripped the waist band at the back of her panties and with a sudden sharp yank he ripped them off her hips. The ripping caused the front of her panties to wedge even harder and deeper into her tight virgin slit for a blink of time. The sudden intense pressure of the cheap fabric biting into her thighs could have been painful but if it was it was for less than an instant as he ripped away her soaked panties and they were thrown across the room leaving her bare ass and dripping cunt to feel the weight of his engorged cock that was radiating a heat that made the rest of his warm flesh feel like a candle next to a raging fire. King's heavy warm left hand returned to her soft ass just as his lips pulled away from hers in the kiss to allow her the chance to breath. As he pulled back his chocolate eyes opened to search for her green pair, an animalistic lust filled his eyes and his handsome chiseled features looked ready to continue once she caught her breath. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Just Rewards: Once in a Blue Moon (Incant &amp; NejraTu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NejraTu</strong> on <strong>26-12-2015, 15:37:29</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://www.lookpastit.com/RPG/PBoptions/Banner_AsianUnknown.jpg)</div><br><br>Xiao-Ling Li had no idea he wasn't human. The notion non-humans existed was just non-sense in her world. The thought never even occurred to her, despite his power and despite how easily seduced she was. If he had asked her when he first met her, if she would ride his body until she wet it with her sweet honey, she'd have thought him mad, perverted, and very bastardly. Instead, he'd affected her gradually and she hadn't noticed the transition nor felt any alarm. The Virgin would have sworn she'd never do a thing like this just an hour ago, but here she was, alone in the Pastor's cabin, in her nightgown, rubbing her pussy along his hard abs with the help and weight of his hand on her backside ensuring she couldn't let up if she wanted to. His mouth on her tit competing with the exquisite grip of his other hand, and she couldn’t help but feel so tiny in his grip, under his touches, that she would explode with the sheer volume of pleasure forced through her small, voluptuous frame.&nbsp; The way her body shook against his, she'd have sworn she had to be possessed by a demon when he touched her, anywhere, she was practically vibrating with excitement. The ripples rocketing inside her carried outward and bloomed across her pale skin in a hot pink flush that trembled beneath the surface. Her hands couldn't get enough of him to hold on to, but he did very well in keeping a hold of her, dragging her hot body against his own without addressing the hard muscle trapped in his pants. <br><br>And when she urged to feel his mouth against hers, he seemed to respond before she was finished seeking him out.&nbsp; His chest met her exposed and wet breast alongside the covered one still trapped in her nightgown and sending her orgasm into a fluttering frenzy of thrill almost too intense for her to bare, even as it was exactly what she wanted and sealed with that kiss she was silently begging for. The second his lips found Ling’s, she was suspended in a moment of euphoria that rose like a tide inside her body, warming her from the core until she tingled just beneath the surface, her desire for him renewed exponentially. Her plush body leaned more fully into his like she might be melting into his at the same time she was shaking with her orgasm, being lifted and dragged up and down on his washboard abs as he held her firmly in his grasp; she was lost. She surrendered. The young virgin wanted him more than anything else in that moment, and when his tongue tested the waters across her lips, he’d find her mouth open to him and eager to embrace him despite moving on instinct alone. Feeling his tongue against her own, as his lips danced against her own in a passion she had never imagined. Ling couldn’t breathe, and gasped between their mouths, drinking him in with a tight moan expressing her overabundance of pleasure. Without any prior experience, she didn’t know this wasn’t normal, that he was seducing her supernaturally, enhancing the inkling of desire inside her and forcing it to the surface so it was undeniable and tangible in every fiber of her being; and all it wanted was him.<br><br>Sure, she felt her body moving down his abs as their lips were locked in a timeless tango, but because there was no break in contact, because his hands were as much a distraction as his mouth, she didn’t realize she was being placed in his lap until she was there and his heat was so encompassing she was surprised she didn’t feel hurt by it. Nothing but pleasure and need, and the Pastor was giving her all of it, sating her before she even knew what she wanted.&nbsp; There was so much of him, her legs splayed around his hips and folded under her along his thighs, setting her wet center on top of his trapped serpent, soaking his pants in her juices just as she’d wet his table when patching him up. Not once did she remember she was clothed, or that he might have found it impeding of his desire to touch more of her. So, when his hands mirrored each other on both sides of her body, she was too enthralled in his kiss and feeling him so engorged and hard beneath her, feeling the promise singing inside her and her body begging to have it fulfilled in the very same moment, she was startled into a yelp and gasp when he ripped the nightgown off her body. Those petite hands slid down his arms and toward his hands as if she could save the garment and make him put it back together, but she succeeded only feeling him discard the sides and come back for her knickers.&nbsp; It was somehow more concerning and exciting that the gown’s sides hung from her elbows like elegant gossamer wings that fluttered in her desperation to touch his naked skin more fully, sliding up his arms to rejoin the smarting she’d have given them if he was just a man. <br><br>Ling’s eyes popped open in a vibrant jade sparkle that was torn between imploring him not to take her panties, wondering how he was able to split her gown in half with one tug, and needing him to be inside her so bad she was squirming on his lap just feeling him still trapped in his pants beneath her.&nbsp; Her uncertainty and fear of being naked before him was purely cultural, conditioned into her beliefs until modesty was an instinct; and at the same time she needed him so badly she didn’t even have a flicker of thought to escape him, even if he was making her naked. His arms wrapped around her, pinning her against him so hard every breath was forced into her chest and smashed her ample bosom against his naked chest, the skin to skin contact ripping&nbsp; a throaty moan from her. Ling was riding the edge of desperate need, a hot virgin who’d never felt desire so strong, and had no intentions of stopping because she couldn’t think past her wanting. She would be ashamed of herself later, but in the moment he met her eyes with their bodies so tightly entwined there was only desire, need, and pleasure. The beautiful Asian teen didn’t know what she was getting into, but she trusted him as much as she wanted him and his silent question was met with a roll of her hips to grind that soggy fabric against his pants and the hardness within. Oh yes, she was taking advantage of how his grinding her and then sliding her down his body had ridden those soaked panties into the folds of her untouched pussy, making it easier for them to wrap around the bulge in his pants and feel him more completely and intimately. Then he ripped the fabric from her body in one pull that bit into skin leaving red lines across her body and forcing her into and arch against him in her surprise.<br><br>If he was waiting for her to catch her breath, he’d be waiting a long time. The young woman was in waaaay over her head, but the desire in his eyes only fueled her need and amplified the effects of his pheromones, the touch of his body against her own, and his power of presence; there was no way in any mortal hell, she would ever dream about saying no or walking away. His dark skin might as well have been glowing a dark glow that burned inside her a white-hot electric buzz. Not only was she much smaller than him, softer than him, and paler than him, but she had no idea what she was doing and completely trusting him to take good care of her lovely body even as she gave it to him with a single, wanton moan that begged him to take her.&nbsp; If the sound wasn’t enough to confirm his little damsel wanting nothing more than to be where she was, in his arms, with the taste of him on her lips and the heat of his body keeping her warm, wet, and so needy she was trembling- the look in her bright green eyes said it all: Xiao-Ling Li couldn’t see any immediate future except giving this man her body, mind, and soul, if only for as long as she was enthralled in his power and riding her own desires on were-wolf-roids.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Just Rewards: Once in a Blue Moon (Incant &amp; NejraTu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Incant</strong> on <strong>27-12-2015, 04:25:58</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://www.lookpastit.com/RPG/PBoptions/Banner_TyreseGibson.jpg)</div><br>King could never have envisioned his night turning out this way, but from the moment he saw her lying there helpless in the alley the fates had decided that there was no escape for either of them. The young innocence hadn't know what her body was doing to him to make him want her, and the response of his was subconcious. The heat that radiated off that thick powerful ebony physique simply couldn't be contained, and in the night after his bloodlust had run so high he had ached for the closeness of another. On their walk back to his home he had been enthralled by how easily her body adjusted to his lead and so easily fit the softness of her curves against his unyielding muscles. It was unfortunate for her that she hadn't pushed him away, that she had wanted to stay close to him at first otherwise she might have stood a chance. However after over an hour of being so close to him the faint tingle of his supernatural aura had grown into a full tug and the Alpha male's sway over a submissive, even a human one, was irresistible. <br><br>The pain that had brought them together was forgotten as his mind was clouded with the feel of her body and the scent of her need. Across his abs with each breath he still felt the dampness from where her first every orgasm had soaked the chiseled dark flesh. His meaty pectorals pressed into her expansive gorgeous tits that crushed all stereotypes of her race. Against his lips, even after the kiss had broken, he felt the warmth of her soft pillows tingling across his thick black pair. His hands, after ripping every last shred of her clothing away from her body, couldn't be stopped in their exploration of her now nude flesh. His left hand still palmed her soft round ass and forced her soaking little virgin mound to slide across the fat throbbing shaft of his imprisoned bulge. He knew better with his right as there was still business that needed to be taken care of.<br><br>His right hand started over the outside of her thigh and tugged it further out to give him more room to get after his fly. Keeping her hips controlled with his left hand his mouth moved to her neck. A warm wet kiss placed just over the pulse of her neck as his large, but agile, right hand slipped between their bodies. It was a fight but a quick one for him to pull the fly of his pants open and then slide the hand out of there so she could now feel even more of his lower torso pressed against her. With his fly open his right hand grabbed the sides of his pant leg and pulled his pants far enough down in one swift tug, that also had his thick bicep swelling against her side. The tug was enough to send his engorged ebony shaft popping free, as his pants went past his knees to his ankles where they could stay for now. <br><br>King's cock seemed to know exactly where it needed to be when he pulled her off him in the briefest of moments to slide his pants off the tower of his erection sprung up and wedged itself just between the front of her hips and his chisled abs. The length of his cock was such that when it laid upon the backdrop of his chiseled abs the thick glistening head rested far beyond his navel. The weight of his left hand and strength of his arm pulled her instantly back against him and started at the bottom. Against the root of his ebony idol he felt the incomparable warmth of her slickened outer lips. The girth of his cock was pulsing with a heat that was far from human and now with his loins exposed the most powerful of the alpha male's pheromones invaded her mind. With each breath she'd take the need for his body pulsed through her. Every touch, every sound, every taste, every sight, and every scent&nbsp; was more prominent than it had every been for the human girl. Outside of the man who she ached for everything else seemed dull and passionless, but with nothing for her to compare it to except for the rape attempt she'd only be lost in bliss. His heat embraced her where his hands had yet to roam as his right moved to her left hip and his left moved to her right. Upon the couch his posture shifted slightly and her movement began.<br><br>The girth of his thick cock hummed between her thighs not because of what was happening in his body physically but because of the influence he couldn't control on her mind. His pleasure was at higher peeks already than he had ever had with a human girl and he could only guess it was due to her complete willingness to surrender herself to him. Inch by inch he slowly pulled her up along the girth of the underside of his cock where the thick raise in the shaft seemed to be perfectly sculpted for the task of opening her to hug the girth. As he pulled her up he felt her clit dragging up the sensitive member and leading the way for the heavenly slickness of her slit. Finally he had pulled her hips all the way up and the ridged head slipped back into her virginal walls. <br><br>Looking up at her his deep dark eyes spoke of a trust and intimacy that called out to her in languages she didn't need to know to understand. His strong hands were holding her just at the brink of everything she needed and wanted and the look in her green eyes pleaded him not to stop as he started to stretch her slick pussy with the immense engorged black cock that was claiming her as his own. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Just Rewards: Once in a Blue Moon (Incant &amp; NejraTu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NejraTu</strong> on <strong>02-01-2016, 21:25:56</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://www.lookpastit.com/RPG/PBoptions/Banner_AsianUnknown.jpg)</div><br><br>Ling could scarcely breathe, but every panted breath came out in a spotty Morse Code of the heavily seduced, filling her body with the supernatural magic which only enhanced and amplified her natural being. Ling was a sensual woman in a very modest and confining cultural house-hold. She had never seen a man with skin so dark before coming to America, and certainly hadn’t ever dreamed he’d have something even darker lurking beneath the surface.&nbsp; They, worse than her own people, were persecuted by the rest of society as less than human. If it were known that he had her in his hands like this, he would be accused of rape and likely killed for it. Somewhere in her mind, she was aware of it and did not wish to get him into trouble. That logical, good-girl part of her wanted to save him and stop him, but she couldn’t swim up through the oceans of need that his very presence inspired within her.&nbsp; He was the key to her lock and she’d been locked up for so long there was no resisting him now.<br><br>The feel of his massive hands consuming her flesh, pulling her body in the directions that pleased him and thrilled her, increased her need for him despite never having felt a man’s hands that pleased her before. Ling couldn’t have enough of him, moaned as his hands dragged her across his engorged heat, wetting his pants without a care as it drowned in her juices. He had a real purpose, but all she felt was ecstasy and desire, and everything he did seemed in answer to it. With a whimper and a hard grip of her small hands along his biceps toward his shoulders as if she were afraid of falling from him, shaking in her own excitement and primal need to be taken by this holy beast of a man. Of course, she didn’t actually know what she was getting into, and not just that he had a wolf within him, but the simple fact his cock was enormous and her virgin pussy had never been penetrated before. He had the young woman so hot on his lap she was literally dripping from her loins, panting quick breaths that kept her ample bosom bouncing and colliding with his hard chest in a pillow of softness unparalleled. His inhuman heat only drew her in deeper, wanting more of him touching her, and yet she found his hands dragging her away just slightly, adjusting her leg to give room for his hand. At first, she thought he was reaching for her and she shivered, uncertain she could bare it.<br><br>When she saw his hand go for his pants from the corner of her exotic eyes, they dropped from his handsome face to see what he was doing. Her belly was held tight in it’s fluttering dance above his hand, her view partially obscured by her own tits, but it didn’t matter, the way he shifted and pulled himself free left no guessing for the Asian beauty. He’d let his cock out, and it’s length was as intimidating as it’s girth, pulsing for her against his abs with a tap to the bottom of her tits when she gasped. Her brows shot up in alarm as the young woman’s instincts went in two directions. One which it had been on since they met, wanting him to put it inside her quickly, while the other suddenly halted with a shudder of fear that it simply wouldn’t fit and he’d hurt her trying to force it. Ling simply didn’t believe she would stretch that big, even knowing she was built to have babies. Her eyes flashed up to his in mixed pleading for him not to, and for him to do it now, not to stop for anything because she needed him!&nbsp; It was as necessary as breathing for her to feel complete and it made no sense at all, except that it did in that moment when she was staring at his oversized manhood and realized he shoved his pants the rest of the way down toward the floor behind her, without bucking her off when unseating her to free it. <br><br>Those well (self)manicured nails dug into his dark shoulders as she watched the bulging veins throbbing along the entire girth and length of his shaft, the helmeted head a color she’d never seen on a person before. Her mind compared it to a fruit, a rich and ripe plum that looked delicious despite the size of it making her nervous. The spill of her onyx hair came from over both shoulders to kiss the sides of her breasts in response to the lingering downward tilt of her head as she tried to get the whole of his cock in her vision at once and failed. There was no way. It physically couldn’t happen, but somehow she knew she wanted to try, to see how much she could stuff inside herself. Ling needed him like she was dying of thirst, and nothing would satisfy her until she felt him inside her. The way she’d climaxed only moments before, and the way his body was pushing her in all the right ways, Ling couldn’t know she was more than ready to take him, or that the tight fit would also be an easy, exquisitely warm slide. Lucky for the young woman, the Priest knew exactly how ready she was and how to satisfy her.<br><br>Her breasts spilled around his cock, nestling the head between them when she gasped at the shift of his hands to center on her hips. The look in her eyes bellowed into excitement that caused them to rise to his much darker gaze. It was irrational, but she wanted him more than anything, including the inevitable pain when his horse-hung hammer slammed through her delicate gates. The pale beauty in his hands could scarely breathe with the feel of his cockhead being hugged by her oversized breasts, making her tight and dripping when his hands pulled her forward again and pushed the very base of that same shaft between her soft blushing folds. Her clit boxed that thick chord in her surprise thrill, her hands skipped down his shoulders to his biceps again, and her breasts swelled into his chest and off his cock head as he lifted her along his member. The feel of it moving between her pussy lips was more than she could bare, and the teen squirmed in his hands, gasping and whimpering with an edge of throaty moaning she couldn’t help and didn’t know enough about what she was doing to even listen to herself.&nbsp; In her mind she was thinking over and over that he was too big, he felt too big, there was no way he’d fit, and the worry was in her eyes; it just couldn’t overpower what he’d done to her, the pheromones, the endorphins, that woodsy scent that only thickened with the musk of their primed sexes anticipating the plunge.<br><br>In his eyes, she saw something she’d never seen before, a complete honesty and earnest desire not to harm her, to only thrill her with the weight of the need for her in his own gaze.&nbsp; He wanted her to trust him, and she did, not just because he’d saved her from being gang-raped, but because she couldn’t think of anything else in that moment. Only him. King. The Priest her own Brother and Father confessed to, even if most of it was in Chinese. It was a good thing Father King didn’t need her to speak her desires to him, she couldn’t have remembered the English words in this moment and would have only muttered an Asian dialect in her attempts to find the one he understood. It was all in his eyes, and the way his hands guided her hips, holding her virginity against his manhood until the spongy head splayed her even wider and left her clit pulsing in the air while it covered her dripping and tightening hole. Do it. She thought, but only exhaled a shuddering, whining breath that was punctuated by her pinched brows that betrayed her worry and her desperation at the same time. To her relief, he didn’t keep her suspended slightly above him, poised on the mushroom tip where her tight little pussy opened and closed like the debate in her mind became physical. Softly suckling at his naked cockhead, her labia splayed wide around it, clit throbbing so hard she could feel it deep inside herself, Ling wimpered and felt her right hand slid up his arm and over his shoulder to his neck as if she needed something to hold on to.<br><br>His grip tightened on her hips as he pulled her down, forcing her cunt open from the teasing invitation she kept revoking. Her eyes widened and her body tensed before it rolled, attempting to adjust to the almost painful, but oh so satisfying widening push of his head inside her. Not only did she jump slightly, holding his cock very tightly by the lip of his head, at the sensation of it clearing her opening, but she also made a sound of surprise and intense pleasure that raked her nails along the back of his neck and up his right bicep toward his shoulder where she aimed it to get a better hold. All the while, those jade eyes never left his, watching him to assure herself it was okay, everything was as it should&nbsp; be, even if she had trouble breathing or staying still. Her dark hair shimmered around her shoulders and breasts as she squirmed and opened up to him, allowing more of his cock to push inside her as if she’d let him sink in all the way. But the moment she felt the tension spring an edge of pain through her body as he reached her hymen, Xiao-Ling tensed and held her breath with a hard shudder through her whole body, squeezing his cock to stop it in her sudden panic. Her knees bit into his sides as her legs clung to his thighs and the pale beauty impaled on his cock tried to let herself let him take her, because she wanted it so badly she was shaking and whimpering without even realizing it. She had never done this before, and only knew from rumor and reading that he was going to hurt her before he could please her, and she wasn’t ready for it because she’d never be. Plus, he was not small and therefor not going to pop her gently no matter how gentle he tried to be. The immigrant virgin was in the black Priest’s hands.<br><br>&nbsp;<br>
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