Darkest desires (Eeyore & Imogen)
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				Title: <strong>Darkest desires (Eeyore &amp; Imogen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>19-12-2009, 19:21:20</strong>
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				“Lord Melbourne is cheating on his wife again”, Princess Elaine said, gathering her mass of thick black curls in an elegant pile atop her head, held in place by several ornate, golden pins.&nbsp; <br><br>“No, really?” Anna, her friend and lady in waiting tittered behind bejeweled fingers. “I would have him wiser, that last affair… Remember that woman? She is the Baroness maid now… well, it almost cost him his fortune.”<br><br>“Seamstress.” Elaine smiled and examined the fruits of her work in a bronze, handheld mirror. “The girl is her seamstress, but from what I have heard she spends more time in young Reginald’s bedroom.” The Princess snickered. “Lady Miranda claims his prowess has magnified tremendously. She might even consider marrying him after all!”<br><br>Anna laughed and rose to stand behind her friend, admiring the Princess’ beauty. “The King will be delighted, your Highness. He was furious when her family got away with breaking the engagement. He had given the pair his blessing after all. Oh, I thought he would have them killed!”<br><br>Elaine merely smiled, a sensual, knowing curving of her lips. “Silly girl.” She said. “Come, I desire fresh air before the banquet tonight.” <br><br>As Elaine left her room, she snapped her fingers twice.&nbsp; <br><br>Two slaves came scurrying over and knelt upon the stone floor. Their heads bowed, they awaited the lady’s commands. Anna held a vast experience of Elaine’s wishes and answered for her, so the lady wouldn’t have to stoop to speaking with servants. “Bring us a picnic basket, blankets, a decanter of burgundy wine and a strong lad to carry it all. And ready the Princess’ chambers for the evening.” She dismissed them with a flick of her hand and followed Elaine who had not waited. <br><br>She found her Mistress in the courtyard where Elaine disdainfully watched a scullery boy trap a blushing maid in the circle of his arms and steal a kiss from the giggling girl. “Have them spoken to.” She said, turning away. “I do not wish to see this behavior in public.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkest desires (Eeyore &amp; Imogen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>20-12-2009, 16:10:22</strong>
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				The strong lad who came out to them, carrying a basket, with blankets piled on top, and a decanter of wine nestled safely inside, looked to be about 18 years of age. His body was lean and toned from years of work as a slave, a life he had been born into. He had dark hair and hazel eyes, which he kept averted to the ground as he approached. His tunic was sleeveless, revealing his muscled arms, and his leather breeches hugged his legs as he walked.<br><br>"I have brought what you have asked for, your Highness." He says as he nears them, bending at the waist slightly to appear more meek to her. "Where would you like me to place them?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkest desires (Eeyore &amp; Imogen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>20-12-2009, 17:33:24</strong>
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				After a short walk, they stopped at a copse of trees near a small stream. “Shush, boy.” Anna shot an apologizing look towards Elaine. “Slaves should be seen and not be heard. Put the basket down and spread the blanket on the grass.” <br><br>The Princess smiled but didn’t correct her friend. Settling herself onto the grass, Elaine arranged her skirts around her and cast a disdainful glance at the scenery. “I do not like the view”, she said. “There isn’t enough life. I have nothing to –see-.“ There was no need to look at the boy, Anna knew what her Mistress wanted. She gestured to the slave and indicated a place in the sun by the river. <br><br>“Stand there, lad, so her Highness might be entertained by your looks.” <br><br>Elaine averted her gaze and lowered her lashes. “And make him take off that shirt, Anna. I do not wish to be reminded of the Castle right now.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkest desires (Eeyore &amp; Imogen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>20-12-2009, 19:20:22</strong>
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				Dargoth - the name of the slave boy if anyone cared to hear it - quickly set the basket down and unfurled the folded blankets, spreading them quickly on the grass where the lady-in-waiting had pointed to. He straightens it as best he can before turning to set the basket down on one edge, listening to the conversation as only a slave could do. This was the first time he had ever been sent to do something for the Princess - he normally did chores around the castle and did not directly serve any of the Royal Family. The usual slave had been sick today though, so he had suddenly been cast with this duty.<br><br>He felt his face blush at her command, never having done such a thing before. But like the slave he had been trained to be his entire life, he follows her command, standing at the given spot before pulling his sleeveless tunic off. He places it to the side before standing still, averting his gaze. His chest and shoulders contained well defined muscles, his abs were a perfect six-pack, and his cum-gutters gave definition to his hips, disappearing into his pants, which hung low on his hips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkest desires (Eeyore &amp; Imogen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>20-12-2009, 20:39:59</strong>
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				No one asked his name and if it had been offered, they wouldn’t have cared. For the two women, Dargoth was nothing but part of the scenery, and an eye-pleasing part at that. <br><br>“Will Lord Winters attend the banquet, your highness?” Anna unpacked the picnic basket and arranged small bowls containing cold meat, grapes and chunks of a hard, yellow cheese. The servant’s voice was soft and deferential when she addressed the Princess, but her eyes glittered, a fact that didn’t escape Elaine’s notice.<br><br>“Oh Anna, I thought you’d have forgotten him by now. You know he is meant to wed Lady Cynthia.” She reached out and patted the other woman’s hand gently. “He needs the money, my dear; his estate is very expensive. You should set your sights on other men. Here, look at the view, doesn’t he look appetizing?” <br><br>Her eyes roamed over Dargoth’s handsome physique and her slender brows angled downward as some minor detail, a smudge on his pants. “He would have looked even better in clean clothes. What is this insult? Do we no longer deserve to be served by clean, healthy slaves?” She wrinkled her nose. “See that the slave master is flogged upon our return.” Once more her eyes set upon Dargoth and the Princess’ lips curled in a slow, wicked smile. “What are you waiting for, slave, remove those pants. Throw them in the river, I do not want to see them again.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkest desires (Eeyore &amp; Imogen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>20-12-2009, 20:46:08</strong>
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				Darogth kept his eyes downcast, focused on a patch of grass at the edge of the blanket. He did not want to incur the wrath of the two ladies - the Princess especially - by looking at her, but the few glances he had stolen earlier revealed her to be as beautiful as what he had heard from the other slaves. Her serving girl was also quite attractive, but not nearly as much as the Princess.<br><br>He kept his face stoic even as his listened to them talk about Lord Winters, clearly some one the serving-girl had her sights set on. His face quickly turned sour as their attention was directed at him. They wanted him to undress, to stand in his undergarments out in the open like this? His face blushed. What option did he have. <br><br>He slips his shoes off quickly, the well worn shoes having passed to several owners before himself. He quickly unbuttons his breeches, the muscles of his toros flexing and contorting as he bends over to pull them down. He steps out of them, wearing nothing but the cotton-short underwear he was wearing. The pristine whiteness of them had fadded with time, the cotton balling up in little puffs here and there from use, giving the once smooth garment a rough feeling to it now. He folds his breeches and places them on top of his tunic, eyes downcast as he returns to his spot, the object of their gaze.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkest desires (Eeyore &amp; Imogen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>21-12-2009, 15:12:00</strong>
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				“Oh, don’t pout, Anna. It is not becoming.” Elaine plucked a grape from the bunch with delicate fingers and popped the sweet fruit between her lips. The look she bestowed upon her friend was as kind as she dared; Anna was a good girl but Lord Winters was out of her reach. At least until he had been safely wed to the lady Cynthia, whose family consisted of loyal and influential supporters of the Crown.<br><br>“There is no reason you cannot have a little fun when I don’t need you. What would you say of the youngest Sanders? His blood isn’t as noble as some, but he is a fearsome warrior and might be knighted some day. It would be a good match.” And it would keep her lady in waiting in the Palace where she could continue to serve her Mistress. Yes, Elaine was rather taken with the idea as the maid poured her a glass of wine, she subjected the girl to a careful scrutiny of her assets. “You are pretty enough to attract his attention, my dear.” <br><br>With a snap of her fingers, she called Dargoth towards them. “Don’t you think she is pretty, boy?” The Princess leaned back on one elbow and watched him, an amused, throaty chuckle coming to her lips. “Look at him, tongue-tied and shy, my friend. You do have that effect on men. From the highest lords to the lowest slave, your beauty has been praised; do not squander it on the likes of Lord Winters. Have your fun, but don’t turn it into folly, hmm?”<br><br>“We shall leave now.” The Princess extended a dainty hand, and without the presence of a gentleman to assist her, it was rather obvious she expected Dargoth to help her to her feet. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkest desires (Eeyore &amp; Imogen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>21-12-2009, 16:11:00</strong>
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				Dargoth had no idea that the Princess was so...gossipy about the love lives of others. Her dominance over the other girl was obvious to see and extended beyond their different stations. The Princess came across as cold, mean even, and he quickly decided he did not want to wrong her in anyway.<br><br>Again, attention was called to him unwilling though he is quick to pad over to where they were, eyes downcast as the Princess addressed him. He hadn't been given permission to look at the other girl and the Princess interrupts him as he stammers with his words, trying to say something that wasn't forward or offensive. For her interruption, he was thankful.<br><br>He quickly reaches out for her extended hand, taking it it his much larger, much stronger hand to help her to her feet, the muscles on his arms flexing as her weight shifts over to him.
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				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>21-12-2009, 16:29:47</strong>
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				Elaine averted her gaze, pretending she never noticed his strength or the rippling of supple muscles under taut flesh. Her quickened breathing is easily contributed to the effort of rising, rather than the effect of the slave’s naked torso. She leans against Dargoth, allowing herself a fleeting moment of weakness before she shifts her weight to her own feet and gathers her skirts. <br><br>Anna is quick at her Mistress side and they discuss the various lords and ladies of the Court, uncaring that Dargoth hears it all; he is only a slave. Once they enter the courtyard, Elaine dismisses her maid and beckons one of the overseers. He hurries to comply and lowers himself into humble bow. <br><br>“Your highness?” <br><br>Elaine indicates Dargoth with a flick of her hand. “See that he is fed and clothed properly and send him up with a stack of firewood.”&nbsp; <br>
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				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>21-12-2009, 16:40:30</strong>
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				Dargoth does not see her leaning against him as anything more then a result of her momentum as she gains her feet. He quickly lets go of her hand and gathers up the blanket and rest of the picnic, obediently following the Princess. She had not given him permission to dress again, so he follows her in bare feet and undergarment. His face blushes at some of the murmurs he hears from other woman they pass.<br><br>The Overseer quickly agrees, looking disdainfully over Dargoth before leading Dargoth back towards the kitchens. Dargoth warms himself by the fire as fresh, clean clothes are brought to him, almost identical to the last ones (his type of work was done easier with out sleeves) and he was given a bowl of beef stew, which he quickly devours.<br><br>He places a leatherskin on the ground before stacking several pieces of firewood onto it, wrapping the skin up over the wood. It would make it easier to carrier while also not tearing the skin of his arms. Hefting it up, muscles straining under the weight, he begins to make his way up the servant stairs towards the Princess's quarters, barely able to knock on her door seeking permission to enter with out dropping the firewood.
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				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>21-12-2009, 19:41:50</strong>
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				Elaine barely raises her voice when permission is given. She stands with her back to the door, paying no heed to the slave’s entrance. Her hands rest on the window sill as she looks out over her father’s realm. The view pleases her: small villages dot grassland and sloping hills; in the distance the cold peaks of the Itharn mountains are shrouded in eternal fog. <br><br>“You may start the fire.” Her gown rustles when she straightens and casually strides to the fireplace. Her eyes lock upon the slave as she raises her hands and remove the pins that trap her long, black hair. The burgundy dress leaves her shoulders bare and the dark curls contrast beautifully with her pale, creamy skin. <br><br>“So, you think my lady in waiting is beautiful, hmm?” One corner of her mouth curls in a wicked smile and as her silence lingers it becomes evident the Princess expects an answer this time.
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				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>21-12-2009, 19:48:27</strong>
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				The servant enters, quickly moving over to the fireplace. He sets the skin down with the firewood on it, kneeling down to start stacking several pieces in the fireplace on top of the fire-starter. His hands work expertly, striking the flint that sets the firestarter. He blows air into the base and soon the flame flares up, catching the first piece of wood. The rest he leaves stacked neatly to the side, the warmth from the fireplace quickly rising up to fill the firepit and the air around it. He takes a step back away from the heat, turning to face the Princess.<br><br>He keeps his eyes trained on her feet, not daring to look directly at her. "Your lady-in-waiting is very beautiful, my Highness." He responds careful, hoping it was the answer she sought.
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				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>21-12-2009, 20:01:32</strong>
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				Disappointment tugs at the corners of her mouth. “Is that the best you can do? Merely ‘she is very beautiful?’ How do you woo a woman,? Don’t you have better ways to tell her of beauty?” Her voice softens and she cups his chin in her palm, redirecting his gaze to her perfect features. “She is beautiful indeed, and you will tell me just how attractive you find her. And you best please me well this time, slave.”<br><br>Soft fingers caress his jaw before she drops her hand and leaves his side, sinking into a large, cushioned chair near the window. Her chin dips to her shoulder as she unhooks one sleeve from her gown’s bodice and pulls her arm free of the rich fabric. Her other arm is freed next and her fingers toy with the front of her bodice as she watches him from under lowered lashes, a sly gleam in the beautiful eyes.
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				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>21-12-2009, 20:07:50</strong>
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				His head turns freely under the pressure from her hand. His chin would feel slightly rough, the stubble of his facial hair pressing gently against her soft, warm hand. He gasps from the touch, never having heard of such a thing happening before. His eyes can't help but roam up over her body, over the soft milky flesh of her shoulders, the curls of her hair. <br><br>He remains standing in front of the fire, the heat starting to warm his back. He watches in amazement as she frees first one arm then the other from her sleeves - did she mean to undress before him? That was highly improper, he thought, feeling his face blush a little. "She is not here, m'lady." He responds. "And you are far more beautiful then her, M'lady." He says boldly, hoping that she wouldn't punish him for stating the truth.
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				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>21-12-2009, 20:20:40</strong>
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				“Am I?” A tug of slender fingers loosens the ribbons that hold the front of her bodice together and reveal a little more cleavage; allowing the slave a glimpse of the swell of her breasts if he dares look. “I don’t believe you.” Another tug reveals more of the delicious creamy flesh. Elaine points to the floor at her feet. “Kneel, look at me and tell me properly how beautiful I am. Make me believe you.”<br><br>He is but a slave. At a whim she may command his death. All it takes is a snap of her fingers or displeased glare. And yet, her body is poised forward and the Princess’ eyes lock onto his as if she means to pry the truth from his soul.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>21-12-2009, 20:24:47</strong>
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				He felt his loins begin to stir as more of her milky white flesh becomes exposed, her bodice loosen enough to allow him to see more of cleavage. He knows it is wrong, that he can get in trouble for looking, but he can't turn away. He is a slave to her ever command and gesture. Spending so much time in her presence meant a greater risk of death.<br><br>At her command he quickly moves to kneel before her, thankful to be away from the heat of the fire, his skin flushed enough as it was. He had entered dangerous grounds now. "Yes, you're the most beautiful woman I have ever seen." And it was true, very much true. "You have the loveliest hair, the slenderest of figures. You're eyes.." His lock with hers and he feels like his soul is being drained from his body. "...you're eyes are majestic."
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				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>21-12-2009, 20:41:39</strong>
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				“Better.” Her eyes travel over his handsome form and linger on the front of his pants. “Much better.” Elaine leans forward and it is hardly an accident this gives the kneeling lad more than just a glimpse of her breasts. Her lips near his ear as she reaches down and gently touches the growing bulge. “I believe you.” Laughter shines in the soft whisper and the Princess’ full lips form a wicked, lazy smile.<br><br>“I believe your body, but your words leave much to be desired.” Her fingers roam over his breeches with no more than a ghostly touch and yet, she registers every change. “Practice your compliments. Learn to say them as if your lady’s vision leaves you breathless. Convey passion in every word.” <br>
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				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>21-12-2009, 20:54:38</strong>
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				His eyes bulge wide as she leans forward, granting him an ample view of her breasts as her hand finds its way to his growing bulge. He had not known the Princess as one to indulge in such acts, but her she was, rubbing his growing erection. Her breath was hot against his ear. For a moment he had thought she was about to kiss him - him, the lowliest of slaves!<br><br>"I...I think you're the most beautiful woman in all the kingdom. Your raven dark hair has the most beautiful curves and I often find myself wanting to brush my hands through your hair...M'lady." He says, adding a little more passion. He was dead one way or another, he thought.
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				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>21-12-2009, 21:08:15</strong>
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				“Very well.” She says. Her fingers leave his erection and she reclines, calmly adjusting her bodice. “You will return here tonight, after the banquet.” <br><br>“Now, leave me.” <br><br>Elaine rises from her chair and sweeps past him in a rustle of brocade and silk. She doesn’t look back and seems to have forgotten his existence already. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>21-12-2009, 21:12:21</strong>
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				He apparently seems to have said the right thing though her reaction sends him into confusion. He remains in place for several long seconds, regaining his composure before standing and heading towards the door. He exits once he gets his erection under control and heads back to the slave quarters. He wasn't sure what to think about what had happened. <br><br>Hours pass and he bathes, dressing in clean clothes afterwards. He remembered what she had said about his dirty clothes and didn't want her to punish him in such a humiliating way again. He knocks on her door at the appointed time, then again when he hears no answer. She had told him to come here after the banquet, had she not? With his heart racing, he cracks open the door and steps inside.<br><br>"M'lady?" He calls out. "I have returned as you requested?"
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				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>21-12-2009, 21:31:44</strong>
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				<br>The banquet had proceeded as expected and the Princess had toasted with the court when Lord Winters announced his engagement to the lady Cynthia. The young couple had received the King’s blessing and the evening continued in a blur of festivities. After a proper amount of celebrating, Elaine excused herself and ascended the stone steps leading to her quarters.<br><br>Once the door closed behind her, Elaine tiptoed to the candles in the first room and snuffed every single light source until the only illumination was the soft glow from the candles in her bedroom. She lay down on the large canopied bed and amused herself with memories of the slave’s embarrassment by the river. When the knock came, she deliberately didn’t answer. Her command had been clear and she never invited twice.<br><br>"M'lady?" He calls out. "I have returned as you requested?"<br><br>Her heart beats faster when she hears him call out. He had entered her rooms! “Come.” She commands, the sound of her voice offering him direction. <br><br>The bedroom offers him a sight to behold: candles warp soft shadows over the Princess’ body which is covered only by a crimson robe negligently tied around her waist. Her hair fans out over the pillows and a pale hand rests lazily beside her hear, the fingers slightly curled. “Strip. Leave your clothes by the door.” <br>
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				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>21-12-2009, 21:43:16</strong>
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				A lump forms in his throat as his eyes adjust to the darkness, spotting her slender firm laying on the bed. He is aroused by the sight and the thoughts that pop into his head. Was she...no! At her command, he slips his shoes off and then his shirt, followed by his pants and undergarments, folding them neatly in a stack by the door.<br><br>His cock is half-limp but still impressive in size, bobbing from side to side as he moves to the foot of her bed. He stops there, eyes downcast, face blushing at his own nakedness and her near-nakedness. She had not told him to get onto the bed, so he simply stands at its foot.
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				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>21-12-2009, 21:56:13</strong>
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				Eager eyes watch how his hands rid his handsome torso of that pesky shirt, they feast upon the sight of his strong legs and brighten as their focus is drawn, for the first time, to his bared cock. “Very nice.” She says. Her soft voice holds a raw edge and her lips part as if she had planned to say more. <br><br>Instead, the only sound made comes when her bare foot glides over the covers and her robe falls to one side, exposing the curve of her knee and a hint of a naked thigh. Still, no spoken invitation beckons. Teasing him with her beauty, the Princess draws a malicious pleasure from his predicament. His shyness dares her to go further and she curls her arm above her head, her body stretching seductively before the blushing slave. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>21-12-2009, 22:43:16</strong>
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				His eyes are drawn down her body as he robe falls, offering him a pleasing view of her naked thigh. It seemed more and more likely that the Princess was going to bed him, and as her arm moved in counter to her leg, his cock began to rise upwards as it hardened and lengthened even more. He dared not think of what would happen should her father, the King, discover what was going on right now - his head would surely be departed from his shoulders! But still, the training of a life time was embedded in Dargoth's muscle and he remained standing at the foot of her bed, eyes ravishing her body.
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				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>21-12-2009, 23:01:14</strong>
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				Elaine’s eyes darkened with a desire that was recognizable even in the scant glow from the flickering candles. A moan opened her lips and her other hand joined the first above her head. Her chest rose and gravity dragged the robe down, relinquishing more of her body to his eyes. Her breasts were all but bared, only a strip of crimson blocked her hard nipples from his viewing pleasure. A ribbon of pale flesh sneaked between the crimson, separated by the loosened cord around her waist. Her foot slid to one side and more of her robe fell to the mattress, baring one nude, shapely leg and the delicious curve of her hip.<br><br>Another, low moan rose in her throat and, her eyes locked upon his growing manhood, the Princess canted her hips as if she welcomed an invisible lover to her bed. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkest desires (Eeyore &amp; Imogen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>21-12-2009, 23:09:20</strong>
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				His cock seemed to harden even more, solidifying to its 10 inches of length stage, his large balls dangling down below. He clasped his hands behind his back, not sure what to do with them, unable to tare his look away from her, wishing her robe would fall completely to the side as she continued to shift on the bed. He thought he might have caught a glimpse of one of her nipples. Surely the King would have him killed for seeing such a thing!<br><br>His eyes are drawn to her leg as she moves it, baring it nearly to her sex. Would she really show him her treasure box? He wondered if she was still a virgin or not and then caught himself wondering what fucking her would feel like.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkest desires (Eeyore &amp; Imogen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>22-12-2009, 14:09:50</strong>
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				Her hands lowered, trailing over flesh and robe where the crimson spoiled his view. Gentle fingers nudged the fabric aside, exposing the creamy orbs to his eyes. Her left foot was next to move, describing a small circle that discarded the robe from her hips and thighs, essentially leaving the Princess naked but for the slender cord draped loosely over her waist.<br><br>Elaine’s sex was bare as was fashion in the Court’s upper circles. Lords and Ladies alike enjoyed their prey smooth, glistening and inviting, just as they preferred their male servants either well endowed or expert in the art of seduction. To this, the Princess was no exception. Her eyes devoured his manhood with undisguised relish. It was clear he was excited, but years of training held him back. <br><br>Studying his reactions, Elaine curled a slow, indulgent smile. Breaking this one might be fun… She could already imagine how he would look begging: on his knees, pleading for the privilege of touching her. Would he blush when he begged? Would he break?<br><br>She laughed, a low, throaty chuckle, and stretched languidly, bending one knee as she enjoyed the game of cat and mouse with her helpless little toy. If there was a bitter taste of disappointment, it didn’t register on the beautiful features. She held more power than this slave could ever dream of; he would have no choice but surrender to her every whim.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkest desires (Eeyore &amp; Imogen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>22-12-2009, 15:31:20</strong>
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				Princess Elaine knew full well how beautiful she was and how he could not act without her permission. His cock was fully rigid now, pointing straight at her as she teased him with her movements. His mouth felt dry as she bared herself before him, eyes traveling from her perfect, round breasts down to her perfect, hairless sex.<br><br>His face was flushed, both with embarassment and excitement at what was laid out before him. He wanted nothing more then to jump up on the bed and plow his cock into her moist folds, to hump her furiously until he filled her with his seed, but such action would quickly have the guards called in and his head on the chopping block. They would surely torture him first, purely for the pleasure they got out of the act, but he wasn't sure if that would be more painful then that which was happening right now. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkest desires (Eeyore &amp; Imogen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>22-12-2009, 16:03:05</strong>
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				Smoldering eyes dark with passion level on his now fully erect manhood as the raven haired beauty rolls to her stomach and crawls to the edge of her bed. Elaine sits up, her delicious body only inches from the hapless slave when she raises her hand as if to beckon him. But at the last instant, her eyes harden and her jaw sets. She lowers her hand.<br><br>“You may leave.” She says evenly, pulling the robe over her luscious curves. A hint of vindication creeps into her voice, giving the dulcet tones a cruel edge. “But you are not permitted release. Know that I am aware of –everything- that goes on this Castle. If you sneak off and satisfy yourself, I –will- know of it.” <br><br>“Hear my command, slave.” Elaine tightened the rope around her waist. “You will leave and return to my side in the morning in the grand hall when I break my fast. You will serve me, and I expect then, to see as much evidence of your longing as I see tonight.”<br><br>She flicked her hand, dismissing him. “Now go.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkest desires (Eeyore &amp; Imogen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>22-12-2009, 20:12:22</strong>
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				It was cruel, his eyes having closed as she moved tantalizingly close to him, only to cover herself up and and dismiss him with some cruel words. He believed her when she said she'd know if he pleasured himself. She surely had eyes and ears spread through out the palace and castle, some one was probably always keeping an eye out for her.<br><br>He quickly nods his head, covering his hardness with his hands as he turns his back to her, running over to grab his clothes. He quickly dresses, giving her a good view of his rear as he bends over - balls dangling between his legs - as he pulls his pants on. He quickly slips out the door, closing it behind him before fleeing to his quarters. He would spend an anxious, horny night laying on his pallet, wanting to fuck, wanting to jerk off, but knowing he wouldn't be able.<br><br>He wakes early in the morning, making his way to the grand hall with the other servants and slaves, waiting patiently in the hallway for the Princess to arrive.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkest desires (Eeyore &amp; Imogen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>22-12-2009, 21:02:02</strong>
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				When she finally appears the Princess looks more radiant than ever. Her dark hair is done up in playful, cascading curls that accent the elegant line of her neck and shoulders. The gown of glacial hues hugs her bosom and flares out in layers of ivory and topaz.&nbsp; <br><br>The King looks on in approval as his daughter enters, curtsies and takes her seat at his table. Seeing she had pleased her father well, Elaine smiles and beckons Dargoth over, pointing to the floor beside her chair. Nobles and servants eye the shy young man and whispers fly back and forth between them, speculating about the handsome slave. Bribes exchange hands as several wish to sample the lad’s charms and perhaps garner favor with the royal family. <br><br>Elaine watches on in quiet amusement and enjoys feeding the rumors by holding a bite of bread and honey to Dargoth’s lips as if he were a favored pet. Her eyes glide to his pants and a slender brow lofts when she can’t quite discern the amount of desire remaining after a restless night. More scraps from her table find their way to his lips in similar fashion and by the time the Princess finishes her meal, the court is buzzing with gossip.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>When the King rises, Elaine stands as well, commanding Dargoth to his feet with a simple gesture. She meets her father’s gaze; the spark of humor in his eyes is reflected in her own. Sinking down with rustling skirts, she curtsies before his and rises once he leaves the Hall. <br><br>“Follow.”<br><br>The Princess leaves the gentry to their talk and walks swiftly down the stone corridors and down a flight of stairs. Here, the morning light does not reach and torches warp their flickering shadows over the uneven walls. The sounds of the Palace fade and the walls recede into a domed cellar. Dark cuffs protrude from heavy slabs of stone and rusty chains dangle from the ceiling. <br><br>Elaine stops and slowly turns around, devouring him with her eyes. “Tell me of beauty.” She says, crossing the small distance between them. “Tell me what you felt last night.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkest desires (Eeyore &amp; Imogen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>23-12-2009, 02:25:22</strong>
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				Dargoth has never served in the great hall before and keeps one eye on the other servants and one eye on the Princess, hoping to learn as much as he can from them. The last thing he needed to do was perform some error in front of the Royal Family. They would surely have him killed for embarrassing them in such a manner!<br><br>His face blushes as he can't help but notice the talk about him and the eyes of those in the room. He kneels at her side obediently, eyes downcast. He eats as she feeds him, his lips brushing softly against her finger tips. He tries not to nip her fingers when she holds food out to him and the buzz seems to increase in the room the more she feeds him. His face reddens in response. <br><br>His rises at her command, walking behind her so that it was clear he was following but not so that he was treading on her heels. She leads him down into part of the Palace he had never been to before. By the looks of things, not very many people found reason to come down here. The domed cellar with its flickering lights gave him the chills, but he quickly warms up once more as she turns to face him, suddenly mere inches away from him.<br><br>He wasn't a good talker, if they had not been made clear earlier. He cowered in front of authority. It was not easy to speak ones mind when it could get you sent to the dungeon or worse. He had been taught his entire life to tell Authority what Authority wanted to hear and nothing else. His entire 18 years of life had been spent in such a manner.<br><br>"I..." His face deepens its shade of red as thoughts of last night flood back to him. He had been good and not sought release, but he didn't know if he'd be able to last another day with out doing so - her orders or not. "I...felt...the presence of beauty. She did not touch me but excited me in all manners nonetheless. I felt...I felt like my heart would explode...that I would explode even with out touch...I was paralyzed with pleasure from sight and sound and mind." He blurts out, stumbling over his words, trying to put to word all the feelings of the previous night.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkest desires (Eeyore &amp; Imogen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>23-12-2009, 15:58:32</strong>
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				She had done well to send him away before. Absence has brought his passion to the surface and his eloquence surprises even her. The honest words make her heart flutter and she draws closer to the handsome slave. “Tell me your name.” Elaine whispers, cupping his chin between thumb and curled fingers. She waits just long enough to have him and teases his lips with a gentle kiss. Her mouth brushes his, a playful flick of her tongue licks at his bottom lip. <br><br>“What would you say if I told you that I will send you away again? That I plan to leave you yearning, unsatisfied and miserable for the rest of your life?” She tilts her head and her eyes meet his, searching for an answer to another, unspoken question. “What would you do if I said you have nothing to fear and there shall be no repercussions for any action you take here, today You will not be held accountable for anything you do, short of taking my life, while in this room.” She drew herself up, beautiful and majestic. “I am a Princess of the Sovereign House, daughter of Kings. My word is true.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkest desires (Eeyore &amp; Imogen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>26-01-2010, 22:34:11</strong>
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				"I am called Dargoth." He responds, barely able to get the words out before her lips and tongue brush his lips. Her touch, although brief, was enough to take his breath away. With a start, he inhales, color filling his cheeks. He keeps his eyes downcast as she speaks, too afraid to look her in the eyes.<br><br>His heartbeat quickens as she asks him a most intimate question. His lips move though no sound comes out of his mouth as he searches for words. "I....I would...seek satisfaction." He says, nervous even with his own words. "I would seek my own satisfaction through your body." He quickly adds, his words clearly suggesting what he would do to her but his fear of her status, her power, rendering him incapable of speaking explicitly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkest desires (Eeyore &amp; Imogen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>09-02-2010, 15:17:46</strong>
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				“Dargoth.” The Princess savours the name, tasting the sound upon her soft, parted lips. Her chest heaves under the flattering dress, her breathing quickens as she backs away. “That was a good answer, Dargoth.” Circling the handsome slave, Elaine’s eyes feast upon his strong, well built frame. “I like strength. And honesty.” She reaches for the heavy iron ring upon the door and pulls. It takes all her weight to make the heavy oak budge, the rusted hinges creak in protest, but ultimately the door submits and closes with a dull thud.<br><br>She slumps against it, flattening her palms against the solid wood. Her gaze returns to the man and roams his body with obvious pleasure. “Then so it shall be.” She says, spreading her hands in a sweet gesture of surrender. “Until this door is opened once again, you shall not be commanded, reproached or held accountable for your actions.” Her voice softens, sultry tones tremble underneath the natural layers of command. “Do as you would, or do not, whichever pleases you.”&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkest desires (Eeyore &amp; Imogen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>18-02-2010, 00:39:29</strong>
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				Dargoth swallowed the lump in his throat as she closed the door, leaving them in the chamber lit only by firelight. There wasn't much for way of comfort down here, just the hard, cold stone floor. As the doors are shut and her words reach his ears, he can't help but let his eyes roam over her body. He bit his lower limp. Her words both aroused him and terrified him.<br><br>"As you command." He murmurs, stepping towards her, fists clenching and unclench, unsure what to do with themselves. "I...I ask for...naught but a kiss..." He whispers, leaning in towards her, keeping his body safely away from hers. Though she had said he was safe to do what he willed, he had neither the nerve the courage to act on his desires with her. Not when it could mean his life, despite her assurances. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkest desires (Eeyore &amp; Imogen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>24-02-2010, 14:52:15</strong>
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				“You ask?” She repeated, raising her hand in an imperious manner. “I shall deny you nothing while we are here. If a kiss is all you dare hope for, it shall be all you will have.” Her hand slipped onto his shoulder and slid around his neck. Rather than urging him down towards her, she rose to tiptoe and brushed his lips with a feather light kiss. Another kiss followed and a third, sensual and tempting. Her lips parted for his, and she leaned against him, her hands exploring his back and shoulders with obvious delight. <br><br>Her fingers followed the strong muscles, caressing and discovering the hardness of his body. A moan came to her lips and her voice was raw with longing as she whispered between kisses. “Is this all you want? Really?” Her hands sought their way down over his strong form, over his back and down his buttocks before they traveled to the front and touched the bulge in his loincloth. “Naught but a kiss?” She breathed against his lips. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkest desires (Eeyore &amp; Imogen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>02-03-2010, 19:48:39</strong>
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				His own arms move, only to press against the door which she leaned against, supporting his weight as he leans towards her. The kiss was breathtaking and her hands moving along the muscled contours of his body felt warm and soft and teasing. The taste of her on his lips was intoxicating and he found his tongue pressing between their parted lips into her mouth on the third kiss. <br><br>He lets out a soft gasp as her hand finds the growing bulge in his loincloth. Did she dare? Such a touch threatened to let his carnal desires take over. But her touch did set off something inside of him. One hand moves from the wall and slowly sides up her side, his face inches from hers. "I...I want...you." He murmurs, hand finally sliding up to cup her breast, though his heart felt like it was about to give out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkest desires (Eeyore &amp; Imogen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>22-03-2010, 15:41:31</strong>
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				Elaine’s lips parted for his tongue and her kiss deepened as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Her breast pressed against his palm as if it belonged there. To Elaine, it felt as if his hand had been made to claim rather than beg. Her chest heaved against the tight corset and the heavy fabric of her skirt swept against his loincloth.<br><br>“Will you ask?” She whispered, turning her head way from his kiss. Her tongue flicked over his ear. “Or will you take?” Her laughter was a breathless, delighted little sound. “Asking is just a waste of time. Your lips can do better work as I shan’t deny you anything today, my handsome slave.” Her hands eased their hold and roamed over his naked shoulder, the slender fingers tightening and relaxing as they roamed his naked flesh. “You’re so strong.” The Princess all but purred as her hands slipped to his back and came to rest on his muscled buttocks. "But what will you do with all that strength and passion, my darling?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkest desires (Eeyore &amp; Imogen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>26-03-2010, 15:28:22</strong>
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				Her words fueled the fire that was burning in him, urging him to bolder deeds. His hand gives her breast a much firmer squeeze before his other hand joins it. Both slide up to her shoulders then forcefully spin her around to face the door which she had just closed. One large, powerful hand moves down to her hip, pulling her rear hard against him, grinding his hardness against her before both hands move to start unlacing the back of her dress. It wouldn't do any good to rip her clothing from her - she would still have to return to her chambers afterward and having torn clothes would look rather suspicious. <br><br>His mouth dips in to start sucking and nipping at her neck, his own desires and arousal starting to overpower the rational, self-preservation side of his brain. She was clearly starting to get her way with him now. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkest desires (Eeyore &amp; Imogen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>21-04-2010, 16:57:17</strong>
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				The sudden pressure on her breast felt so good, Elaine’s mind spun as she realized that he was, in fact, taking charge. A surge of pride welled within in her, mixed with a tinge of fear. She had tried to give control to promising slaves before, but they had squirmed and pleaded, begging to be released from this unknown power. Disgusted, she had discarded them as worthless, and had given them as presents to landowners that needed a hand at the fields. There, their strong physique would be good for something, at least.<br><br>She had feared Dargoth would be like them. Too used to a life of being told what to do every minute of the day, too timid to take a measure of power and freedom when it was offered. And still, he had been the only slave that had caught her eye for a long, long time. Physically fit and with a body that she longed for, Dargoth had the makings of a ideal lover. And that was before she had set sight upon his assets. Oh, for this one, she might consider forgoing her desires, just for the simple pleasure of riding that perfect body.<br><br>But then his strong hands dropped to her shoulders and she felt the change of his grip. It wasn’t unsure anymore, but strong and forceful as it spun her around. A gasp of surprise parted her lips, and she barely caught herself, pressing her palms against the solid wood. She felt the size of his erect member through the fabric and the sudden wave of desire surprised even Elaine. Her body seemed aglow with sexual tension, and her veins throbbed with the need to be taken. The laces of her dress gave easily under his tug, as she had known they would. A princess knew to plan ahead and although she had feared the worst, she had hoped for his hands to find those silken straps. And it would not do if they were stubborn when she most wanted to be compliant. Her gown rustled and the heavy fabric slipped over her shoulders down to her waist. <br><br>She leaned her head back when his kisses found her neck, small moans of encouragement falling from her lips. One hand clasped over his, where he held her against him and the pressure of slender fingers was light and affirmative. “Oh yes.” She breathed. “Oh yes, please. That’s it.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkest desires (Eeyore &amp; Imogen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>22-04-2010, 16:56:25</strong>
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				He pushes the remnants of her dress down, leaving her standing their in her undergarments. Her white panties and short under corset were erotic and his hands quickly roam over her bared skin. He grinds his hardness against her rear as his hands slide back up, this time folding the top of the corset down to expose her breasts to the air. His hands quickly snake around to grab her full breasts, pinching and tugging on her nipples as he massages them. His mouth nips and sucks on her neck and ear.<br><br>After a few long moments, his breathing heavy but steady with arousal and lust, he slides his hands down to her hips. Then, one unbuckles the front of his pants, letting them pool around his ankles, freeing his 10-inch cock for the first time. But now, now he was in control, and he wanted to take what she had teased and denied him with before. His hands on her waist only pull her panties to one side, using the curve of her ass to hold them in place, exposing her wet pussy to him.<br><br>He slides a hand down between her legs, rubbing against her wet snatch before pressing his engorged cock between her legs. He quickly guides the head to her pussy opening, rubbing it there for a few moments to get it slick before pressing into her. His hands rest on her hips, pulling her back onto him as his hips press forwards. If the Princess wanted to be fucked, then he was going to fuck her. He had already crossed the line of death and if he was going to be killed, well, he didn't see why he couldn't enjoy the act that got him killed in the first place.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkest desires (Eeyore &amp; Imogen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>25-04-2010, 13:08:17</strong>
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				The shyness had vanished from his touch, his hands were sure and strong as they stripped her gown down over her hips until the heavy fabric pooled around her ankles. If he had stopped there, she would have considered the day a success, but Dargoth surprised her, claiming her breasts with sure hands. She moaned as he worked them, the nipples stiffening under the rough massage. She arches back into him, leaning only one palm against the door. Her hair spills over his shoulder as she turns her head, exposing her neck where his kisses land. “Yes. Yes.” She whispers, a soft cry of protest sounded only when one hand briefly leaves her body.<br><br>When she feels his touch again, it is at a place she had never thought he’d dare. Gasping, the Princess tenses, her panties brusquely pulled aside. He had already seen the smoothness of her pussy, but now nothing stands between him and claiming those silken folds. Elaine trembles when his fingers roam further, rubbing over her dewy sex. Her hips jolt at the sudden touch, and fresh juices coat his digits. Moans rise deep in her throat, and she reaches back with one hand, eager to touch this brazen slave.<br><br>Her fingers glide over his naked thigh, and she feels the ripple of his muscles under her hand when he shifts his posture. <i>Take what you desire</i>, she had said. <i>I will deny you nothing.</i>&nbsp; The memory flashes through her mind and she only has time to wonder <i>will he really, really …</i> when she feels the cock head press against her sex. Then his hands are back on her hips and she is pulled back while he thrust forward. With one thrust he spears through her wet sex, hilting his girth deep within the princess silken folds. A cry falls from her lips, low and raw with pleasure. <br><br>She is held against him, her round ass pressed against his loins. His hands upon her hips hold her in place; and after a moment she feels how well he fills her. His cock stretches her inner walls and the thought that she can feel every inch of his manhood throbbing inside her, chases new moans to her lips and she lowers a hand to where he enters her, confirming what she already feels in every part of her body and soul. At last, she had found a man worthy of her desire, one she would moan for when he took her for his own pleasure. It her last coherent thought as Elaine yields to the pleasure his body and control give her. Her inner walls tighten around his cock and her hips tremble under his hands.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkest desires (Eeyore &amp; Imogen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>25-04-2010, 20:47:19</strong>
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				Dargoth lets out a moan as he buries himself to the hilt in her pussy, feeling her walls clenching around his invading shaft. He pauses there, hands on her hips, grinding hard against her, her firm, tight ass pressing back against him. His thick, hard cock was buried IN the PRINCESS. The Princess! Never, in even his wildest dreams, had he ever thought that he'd be in such a position. She had been so off limits that she was even off-limits in his dreams. But now here he was, in some dark, secluded tunnel of the Palace, with his cock buried in her dripping pussy. The entire male population of the Kingdom would love to find themselves in such a position. And here he was, a slave, with his cock as deep into a royals pussy as it could get. He almost filled her with his seed right then.<br><br>He slides one hand down from her hip to grab one of her ass cheeks, slapping it with a little force, before sliding both hands up to her shoulders. He pulls down on her shoulders as he starts to thrust into her, each thrust solid and powerful, jarring into her body, making her ass jiggle with each thrust. He presses down on her shoulders as his hips drive forward, slamming her down onto his cock as he starts to increase the pace. "Mhmm...you like that?" He murmurs, breaking his silence, his body starting to slap against hers. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkest desires (Eeyore &amp; Imogen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>04-05-2010, 16:09:39</strong>
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				She could bring armies to their knees with a single look. If Elaine wished it, a maiden could be sent to the gallows for wearing daisies in her hair, and a nobleman could find his rank and fortune stripped at a whim. Born and raised with power as her playground, she had wielded it with ruthless innocence, chafing only at the few cravings power could not give. It had brought her admiration from infatuated lovers, poetry and songs dedicated to her beauty. They had shared sunsets, holding hands and enjoying a glass of Sternhill wine. Every now and then, she allowed it to go further, sharing a night of whispered words and sweaty entertainment locked away in the secrecy of her tower. She fancied herself an expert on the things that happened between men and women. Foolishly, she had thought it safe to surrender her power to one special man, and at last, be the one to enjoy without responsibility, without thought or consequence.<br><br>Now she <i>knew</i>, and it wasn’t safe at all! The slap against her ass made her blush with a mixture of indignation and lust, filling her mind with desires she had not fathomed. She had thought a slap was punishment, not this tantalizing reminder of who was in charge. The realization that Dargoth had risen to her challenge… and more, brought her closer to an orgasm than all those wannabe lovers with their bad poetry and velvet touch had ever managed. “Oh yes… YES.” <br><br>Lustful moans escaped her lips as he thrust into her, her body eagerly receiving and awaiting the harsh pounding. She arched under his grasp, her hands stroked her breasts, kneading the firm flesh with mindless abandon. No one had fucked her like this, filling her until she thought she could no more of him. Juices trickled freely over his shaft, coating his balls and her ass in a shiny layer where they came together.<br><br>She reached down with one hand, her fingertips gliding over the place where his cock entered her body. Stroking the taut, slippery flesh she felt him move, up and down and up, until the thick base of his cock and his balls were the only parts not buried in her pussy. Her inner walls tightened around him, her fingers trembled and fell away as her hips bucked and her orgasm coated his manhood in fresh juices. Stars danced before her eyes and she thought she finally knew the difference between sex and getting good and thoroughly fucked.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkest desires (Eeyore &amp; Imogen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>05-05-2010, 21:07:18</strong>
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				His cock filled her like a hand in a velvet glove. Her pussy clenched around his thick, invading shaft, his hands on her shoulders forcing her hard down onto him as he thrust into her. His loins became sticky with her juices as they trickled down his shaft, his pelvis slapping into her ass. It was exhilarating, taking the Princess from behind, even though he knew it was his death sentence. <br><br>He quickens his pace slightly shortly before feeling her hand creep between her legs, stroking his shaft on ever back-thrust. It seemed that she was not as innocent as she had been made out to be, especially once he felt her pussy orgasm around his cock. He shifts his hands again, one hand grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling down on it, the other snaking around to tug on her nipple.<br><br>He pounds away with more force now, only thinking of his own pleasure, squeezing her breasts and tweaking her nipples. He leans forward to nip on her ear, grunting with effort as he finally reaches that peak. He buries his shaft in her dripping pussy, moaning as it swells and pulsates inside her, his thick, heavy load shooting for its head to fill her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkest desires (Eeyore &amp; Imogen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>20-05-2010, 10:37:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The stars faded into a blinding darkness, overflowing with crazy, forbidden pleasures. Her moans had turned to soft cries, louder when he clutched her hair and assaulted her breasts. One orgasm followed the other, or perhaps it was just one, reaching new heights with sensation. Elaine couldn’t tell, and didn’t care. Her senses were full of this incredible slave, the smell of his sweat and lust, the feeling of his hard muscles and strong grip. The grunts just before he came were music to her ears and her inner walls eagerly tightened around his cock as his thick, strong semen flooded the Princess’ womb. <br><br>Elaine leaned into his grip and would have sagged against his chest if his hands had not held her. Her lips parted, and a long, shivering sigh rose to her lips. “Oh… my…” She reached back, her palms pressed against his strong thighs and stroked the muscle knotted flesh with obvious relish. “You are far from an ordinary slave, Dargoth…” She stated. “And you will be mine.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkest desires (Eeyore &amp; Imogen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>20-05-2010, 14:56:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He grinds his hips against her ass, the final spasms of orgasm milking the seed from his cock. His hands massage her breasts still for a few moments more before he pulls his hips back, his cock slick with their combined juices sliding free. He pants for breath, trying to calm himself and regain control, dropping his hands from her as he steps backs.<br><br>"I am yours to command." He responds meekly, bowing his head. She was still the Princess and he the Slave - if he saw the rising sun of another day, he would consider himself lucky for having just spent himself in the Princesses womb, something no slave did that lived.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Darkest desires (Eeyore &amp; Imogen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>22-05-2010, 18:13:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Elaine shivered when Dargoth retreated, his length slipping free from its silky confines. A trail of semen followed the thick girth’s retreat and trickled down the Princess’ thighs. She seemed to pay no heed to that white trail and turned, facing him for the first time since their coupling. “I know you are”, she said fondly, wrapping her arms around his neck. Her breasts flattened against his chest as she pressed herself against him, the lace of her corset tickled his bare skin. Her lips trailed soft, sensual kisses over his earlobe, and her voice was barely more than a whisper.<br><br>“I believe this is where I am expected to command you to never speak of this again, or lose your life.” Her tongue licked over his jaw, small white teeth nibbled. “But I shall not. You are free to speak as you please, and fear not for retribution.” Another kiss was pressed to the corner of his mouth, her voice lowered. “But be warned, my handsome slave, the others may not take well to your rise in favor. There is no predicting how they shall react.” Her lips found his, at last, and she kissed him, reluctant to send him away just yet. The kiss lingered and he could hear her quickened breathing when she finally stepped back, sliding her hands over his muscled chest. <br><br>“Who knows, it might become fashion to bed a slave.” Her full lips curled, the tip of her tongue moistened the soft flesh. “The only thing I would ask, is that you remain discrete about the manner of our …” She sought for the right word, and spoke it smugly. “our pleasure.” <br><br>Reaching one hand behind her and down, she tugged her panties in place, careless of the semen still dripping from her sex. On a whim, she left the corset as it was, the top pulled down to expose her breasts. “Fetch my dress and help me, please.” It wasn’t a question and her posture, even half-naked, was every inch the Princess. She raised her hair with one hand, so he might assist her with the strings and laces that held the gown in place.<br><br>“When you leave here, tell the kitchen to feed you the scraps from the royal table. I want you well fed and strong.” <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkest desires (Eeyore &amp; Imogen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>24-05-2010, 19:20:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Dargoth keeps his eyes downcast as she speaks, though that meant keeping them focused on her bared breasts. Her lips on his face send shivers of pleasure through his body, his lips kissing her back when she finally presses hers over his. He bows his head submissively as she continues, nodding his head. "Our....our pleasure is our secret, M'lady, as you wish." He responds. He wasn't the type to 'kiss and tell', as some of the other servants were. Bedding the Princess was not something he wished to spread around the palace, for fear of retribution. If her father, the King, found out then he was as good as dead. <br><br>He quickly moves to her command, heart still racing. His large fingers fumble nervously with the delicacies of her dress, finally lacing it back up with a bit of nervousness. He doesn't question her but does as she commands, only then seeing to himself. He would need to wash, their combined juices coating his cock which now hung limply. He fixes his loincoth properly before pulling on his pants and shirt once more, straightening both out to a presentable manner.<br><br>"Thank you, M'lady." He says once she is done speaking, though he remains standing in place, waiting for her dismissal. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkest desires (Eeyore &amp; Imogen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>24-05-2010, 22:31:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“You shall know power, slave.” She said. “And I wish for you to sample its taste. You will know how it feels to be its prey, and how to be its Master. Now go.”<br><br>Elaine swept past him, dismissing the lowly slave with a flick of her hand. His scent lingered on her, and her dark locks looked quite tousled compared to the usual artful disarray. She climbed the stone stairway without looking back.<br><br>A week went past without a call from the Princess, and Dargoth learned that Elaine’s words had been anything but idle when she had said she wanted him well fed and strong. He was given scraps from the noble’s tables, which meant a greater variety in nourishment. Flesh and fowl found their way to his bowl. One night, there even was a sizable chunk of the wild boar that had been sizzling over the kitchen fires all day. <br><br>Unfortunately, the Princess’ favor brought more than benefits. By her orders, the task master charged him with the worst jobs. From chopping wood to cleaning the rubble from the underground tunnels, they kept him busy from dawn to dusk with barely enough time to eat. <br><br>Often, when he was at work in the courtyard, she would walk past, accompanied by several of her ladies. She rarely looked his way, at least not when he could see it, but she cherished the way his handsome body developed further and only the occasional walks kept her from calling him to her side too soon. <br><br>On the seventh night after he had ravished the Princess in the underground chamber, the task master was called away from the slave quarters. He was seen packing his bags and shaking hands with the few he had called friends. <br><br>The new task master arrived in the morning and from the moment his huge shadow fell upon them, the slaves knew rough times had arrived. Beatings and whippings occurred more often, and for lesser cause than ever before. Dargoth, in particular, seemed to have caught the man’s eye and he was ever lurking about, slapping his knotted whip against his side, hoping to catch the Princess’ favorite on a mistake. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkest desires (Eeyore &amp; Imogen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>03-06-2010, 14:26:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Dargoth put on muscle weight as the quality of the food increased. He was certainly the envy of the other slaves now and his even larger size meant they kept away from him. He was too big for them to pick on, too powerful for them to challenge. And he seemed to be favored by the Princess for some reason. He was kept far too busy to think much of her, performing everything he was tasked with in silence. he had learned long ago that it was better to do as you were told then try to fight and protest it.<br><br>Days began to pass but the Princess did not call him to her chambers, or take hm deep beneath the Palace. It seemed to him that their coupling was, after-all, a one time affair. She had probably moved on to other slaves or nobles, though he had not heard any rumors amongst the slaves that any of them had been sleeping with the Princess.<br><br>The changing of the Slave Master was no great shock for Dargoth. It happened every year or two, the Slave Master often being granted his freedom and a small farm or home to move to. The new Slave Master, however, was much crueler then the last. He was not afraid to use his whip for the slightest offense and had already beaten many slaves severely. Dargoth seemed to be the focus of his attention but Dargoth was always careful, knowing exactly what to do and when to do it to avoid such punishment. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkest desires (Eeyore &amp; Imogen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>02-07-2010, 20:37:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				After two weeks of pretending he didn’t exist, Elaine had enough. <br><br>“Well?” Her cold gaze lowered to the muscled torso of the man prostrating himself on the cold stone at her feet. “Report.”<br><br>The task master raised his head but didn’t stand as she had not bid him to rise. “There is nothing, your highness.” <br><br>“Nothing?” An finely sculpted brow arched. “You were left with precise instructions. How hard can it be to break a slave’s patience, incite rebellion, make him lose control? Have I put my faith in the wrong man?” Elegant fingers trailed the neckline of her ruby gown and rested at the hollow of her throat.<br><br>“I have tried –everything-, your highness. I increased the work load every day, I whipped them, starved them. I have been merciless, as you instructed.” He lowered his shaven head, as if offering his neck for the sword of an executioner. “Every other slave would have broken. But not him. I have failed, Princess.”<br><br>Elaine tsk’ed and raised her left hand from the arm rest. “You have disappointed me.” She declared, examining her nails. “Desist and resume your duties. Be mindful that I shall have no further need for cruelty.”<br><br>She waited until he had reached the door.<br><br>“Wait.”<br><br>He stopped abruptly and turned, sweat beaded on his brow. <br><br>“Your Highness?”<br><br>“Send me Dargoth. Not to my chambers. He will know where to go.”<br><br>His eyes betrayed only the faintest flicker of curiosity, swiftly suppressed when the Princess gaze lingered on his face. <br><br>“Yes, your Highness.” He bowed low and closed the door behind him.<br><br>Elaine extended her hand towards a bronze, handheld mirror. Critically, she examined her face and raised her hair with the other hand, turning her head this way and that to find the most alluring pose. “Earrings.” She decided. “I think he will like those. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkest desires (Eeyore &amp; Imogen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>07-07-2010, 03:32:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Dargoth had little idea he was still on the Princess's mind. She had ignored him, blatantly, since their...their coupling and he had assured himself that, despite her words, it was just a one time thing with her. But he would have the knowledge that he had plunged his cock in the most holiest of places. It was perhaps the one place that law could punish him by death.<br><br>At first, he had thought that some one had found out about their rendezvous. The new slave master had seemed especially cruel to him but Dargoth had held his tongue and resisted the urge to retaliate. He well knew what happened to unruly slaves. Life quickly returned to normal and mundane, the rare glimpse of the Princess from a far being the only break. As far as he was concerned, it was time to move on - not that there was any future in pursuing a Princess. Short of Death, of course.<br><br>It came as a surprise then when he was called to attend to her, but not in her chambers. It took him a long minute to figure out where she meant for him to meet her and he felt his heart rising in his throat once more. He dusts of his tunic and pants as best he can before moving down the halls. His memory was impeccable and he had soon managed to sneak off into the lower chambers of the Palace and soon found himself approaching their meeting place.<br><br>He swallowed the lump in his throat as he rounded the last corner, not knowing what to expect on the other side. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkest desires (Eeyore &amp; Imogen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>10-07-2010, 14:11:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The heavy oak door stood slightly ajar, a sliver of light shone through the crack. Torches had been lit on each side, the flames flickered uneasily upon his approach and cast grotesque shadows upon the bleak stone walls.<br><br>Behind the door was the room as he remembered, the cages, the rusty chains, instruments of torture lining the walls in gruesome display. The only change from before was that the room looked cleaned. The cobwebs that had cluttered the corners of the low ceiling had been removed, the floor had been swept and there wasn’t a single speck of dust on the old instruments. <br><br>Elaine was already there. Seated upon one of the torture tables she looked grossly out of place, wearing a dress of regal-blue with a train that brushed the floor several inches beneath her dangling feet. Ivory lace foamed over her wrists and cleavage where a ruby pendant on a gold chain lay nested against the swell of her breasts. Her dark hair had been done up in elaborate curls, that cascaded from the crown of her head to the nape of her neck in a whimsical fashion. <br><br>When he entered, she languished sideways towards him, sliding her palm over the smooth, dark wooden surface that still sported the dark stains of its former use. She propped herself up on one elbow and regarded the slave with a hungry smile. “Do you remember my rules while in this room, Dargoth?” She cut straight to the chase, leaving him little room for innocuous manoeuvres. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkest desires (Eeyore &amp; Imogen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>12-07-2010, 20:13:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The place certainly looked different being all cleaned up now, though it still had been used as a torture chamber. It sent a few shivers down his spine, and he imagined that was exactly why she had chosen the room - to remind him the fate that waited him if anyone ever found out about what he had done with her down here. Spotting her on the edge of a stained table he couldn't help but feel a little...lustful. There could be only two reasons she had called him down here afterall.<br><br>"Yes, M'lady." He responds automatically. This was supposed to be his domain, he remembered, though the place gave him the creeps. But he was not used to being in control, not used to taking what he wanted, especially not when the Princess was involved. "I do remember." He adds, eyes staring down at the floor where it was hard not to notice the bloodstained stones.<br><br>He hadn't noticed such things before in the darkness and heat of the moment. But now, well lit and cleaned up, it was like he had descended into hell. But the shackles gave him other ideas and reminded him of his own slavery. Perhaps it was all planned.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkest desires (Eeyore &amp; Imogen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>21-07-2010, 14:14:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her gown trailed after her as Elaine slipped from the table and glided towards the shy slave. “Good. I hate explaining myself twice.” She cupped his chin in her palm and gently raised his face until he would meet her eyes. Her smile was unexpectedly shy, and uncertain, as her gaze locked on his, her eyes searching for the hidden strength that lay deep within his soul. <br><br>The Princess held his gaze as she lowered her free hand, cupping her fingers over his loincloth where a slight bulge indicated his still dormant manhood. “You are nothing but a slave...” She stated nonchalantly. “And yet, my task master could not break you.” Slowly, a smile appeared on Elaine’s soft lips. “You have more strength than anyone I know, except –perhaps- my father. Other men would have lost their temper, but you were in control.” Her lips felt dry and she faltered, searching for the fancy words that used to come so naturally. They eluded her, and she fell silent.<br><br>Her fingers kneaded his cock through the thin cloth, her touch alternating between feather-light and shockingly firm. She lowered her eyes and dropped her other hand from his chin. Gathering her skirts between her fingers she sank to her knees before Dargoth. “You are nothing but a slave”, she repeated, tension and excitement mirrored in her voice. “But I will be the slave of a slave - if you will have me. Command me, and I shall obey.” Elaine bowed her head, and prayed that she had not misjudged his strength, or his ability to deal with unusual situations. And most of all, she prayed that she would please him, as much as he pleased her.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkest desires (Eeyore &amp; Imogen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 22:35:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He tenses at her touch though looks her in the eyes as she talks. He bites his lower lip as she presses her hand over his groin. So she had been behind the added attention of the Slave Master! His eyes burned with rage briefly but soon had simmered down, filled with lust as her hand teased him through his breeches. Unable to control his reaction, he began to grow hard under her touch, her hand more then enough to bring him to full arousal even before she knelt before him. She was giving herself to him? His lust was starting to build up as she placed her head so close to his groin.<br><br>One large, strong hand reaches out and places itself on the back of her head. He presses her face towards him then, pressing it against the bulge in his pants. "Then...if you are mine to command...I want you to suck...my cock." He says, steeling his voice, preparing himself for what might come. He'd never have dared say such a thing to her before but it appeared that in the confines of this room, she was his to do with as he pleased. He was slowly starting to warm up to the idea.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkest desires (Eeyore &amp; Imogen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>26-07-2010, 16:56:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her fingers expertly kneaded his cock through the fabric, teasing and cajoling it to its full length. From her humble position, she couldn’t see his expression, but she didn’t need to see his face to judge his reaction. His cock bulged under the loincloth until the garment was nothing but a ridiculous adornment to his erect manhood. She had lain awake at night, stirring restlessly at the memory of his fat length taking her again and again. She thought she had remembered his impressive size correctly, but with her eyes mere inches from his erect shaft, he was impossibly huge. <br><br>Her body reacted to the sight, juices coated her sex and her dress felt painfully tight around the chest. Her hands trembled as she stroked him, her lips parted as they longed for a kiss. No! She thought. Not yet. Not without his command!<br><br>She nearly came when she felt his hand fall to the back of her head. His voice, loud and firm in the silent dungeon, made her dizzy with desire. <br><br>Needing no further instructions, Elaine eagerly brushed his loin cloth aside and aligned his smooth head with her parted lips. Tenderly she kissed the glistened tip and licked over the wet slit, sampling the salty taste. She smiled and parted her lips further, bowing her head closer to his stomach as his cock head disappeared between her lips. The Princess’ head bobbed as she sucked on the smooth tip, giving it ample attention while she stroked his balls.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkest desires (Eeyore &amp; Imogen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 20:14:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Dargoth lets out a soft moan as she immediately lifts his loincloth and presses her lips over the head of his engorged cock. She didn't hesitate at all. And it felt amazing, her warm lips wrapped around his cock as his head pressed deeper and deeper into her mouth. Many - MANY - would do anything to be in his situation and even more would love to watch. Such an act would be prime material to blackmail the Princess with. Her hands had even found his balls, massaging them as she sucked more and more of his cock into her mouth.<br><br>"Swallow it...swallow it all..." He murmurs, his hand on the back of her head starting to press her face closer and closer to his stomach, forcing her to take more and more his massive cock into her mouth. "Show me how much you want it." He was quickly rising to the task, getting familiar with his new found freedom of control over her. All that angst that had been bottling up inside of him was starting to boil over to the surface. He wasn't sure if he was going to be able to handle it, let alone if she would!
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkest desires (Eeyore &amp; Imogen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 20:42:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Not only was his hand on the back of her head, he was actually guiding her! Elaine felt dizzy with elation as he forced more of his impressive girth between her lips. Her mouth stretched around the smooth flesh, shaping an almost perfect O near his loins. Her fingers cradled his balls and lifted them. She rolled the taut flesh against her chin, its swollen contents hard as marbles. Her nose is almost pressed to his stomach when his head bumps the back of her throat. Her nostrils flare as she inhales his musky scent. The smell of his lust is thick enough to taste and Elaine’s fingers twitch around his sack. <br><br>Her eyes close and her swallowing intensifies as he goads her on. Swallow it all! He had issued the challenge and Elaine had every intention of meeting his demand. Her tongue curled greedily against the base of his shaft as her head vigorously bobs up and down with her eager suckling. Her free hand drops to her bodice and opens the top to allow her heaving bosom the much needed space. Her breasts swell against the remaining confines, threatening to spill over the frothy lace each time her labored breathing raises her chest. <br><br>Sounds of pleasure rise deep in her throat – her murmur of consent is barely audible past the thick cock that is effectively gagging her. Her swallows grow in intensity as the Princess tries to deal with the saliva forming in her mouth. The sounds of pleasure fade, the only sounds are Dargoth’s voice and the lady’s steady slurping.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkest desires (Eeyore &amp; Imogen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>19-08-2010, 21:21:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Dargoth moans softly as she eagerly tackles his cock, feeling her tongue working along his shaft as her head bobs up and down. Her cock sucking skills were certainly impressive and he had to wonder just how many cocks she had sucked. She certainly wasn't nearly as innocent as she often pretended to be. This little meeting of theres was certainly testament to that!<br><br>His hips thrust forward slightly as her hands play with his balls and he slowly reaches down, slipping one large, rough hand between the lace and her breast, squeezing it firmly, feeling her hardened nipple. The image of her laying naked on her bed from a few weeks earlier popped into his mind and his hand squeezed firmer as an idea blossomed.<br><br>He presses his hand against the back of her head and forces her all the way onto his shaft and holds her then, feeling her throat tight around his cock. Saliva dripped down from his shaft as he slowly pulls back, allowing her to breathe briefly before shoving his length back in. "Mhm...naked." He murmurs. "I want you naked."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkest desires (Eeyore &amp; Imogen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 14:01:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Her nose pressed against his taut stomach Elaine finds her reply smothered by the mass of flesh occupying her mouth. She can’t form the words; her tongue is trapped under his thick length, saliva spills from her lips when she tries. A wealth of dark curls spill over the sturdy fingers that guide her movements. She breaths in eagerly when he allows her, there is no time for protest or comments before he forces his massive girth down her throat again. <br><br>His hands roam without her prompting and she feels dizzy with pleasure. Her breasts offer ample provocation, straining the fabric with her deep intakes of breath each time he withdraws his manhood. Her nipples respond to the firm squeeze of her soft globes, stiffening under his touch. The little pink buttons rub against his palms as she wriggles, struggling with her gown. Her hands come to the rescue, slender fingers wrestle with the buttons and tug at the heavy fabric, pulling it down over her shoulders and over her breasts. <br><br>His cock wrenches between her soft lips, giving her but little space to move. She holds his leg and squirms backwards on her knees, crumpling the rich blue and ivory garment as she drags it down over her ass and leaves it on the floor. Her underwear is treated similarly and is left discarded somewhere near the cock-sucking Princess’ feet. Her bare ass is well rounded, and firm from the many hours she spends walking in the nearby forest.&nbsp; Her spine is curved, following a gentle S-shape from the hunched shoulders to her buttocks. <br><br>Her saliva coats his loins and drips over his sack, her lips glisten with the same moisture. Her hips tremble and she spreads her knees on the cold stone tiles and crumpled clothes, allowing some of the dungeon’s fresh air to cool her wet thighs and heated sex. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Darkest desires (Eeyore &amp; Imogen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>17-10-2010, 19:13:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He is relentless with his cock, shoving deep into her throat with every movement. He grins down at her as she struggles off her dress, struggling to keep her mouth locked around his cock even as she undresses. The little whore, he thought, not wanting to&nbsp; miss a moment of sucking his cock. Any man would dream to be in his position. He felt her gag around him, her nose pressing against his stomach. She could certainly suck cock! Saliva dripped from his shaft to the floor.<br><br>Keeping himself in her, he reaches down and grabs her discarded clothes, laying them spread out on the table. It would be softer and smoother then the bare wood. Slowly, he pulls his cock out of her mouth, holding her head in place as he pulls back. Then he releases her, climbing onto the table in one motion before laying down on his back, his cock laying hard and flat against his stomach.<br><br>"Come, show me how well you can ride a cock." He murmurs, looking over her now naked form. She was beautiful, gorgeous, and she was all his. She was willingly giving herself to him, letting him take control. And now he wanted her bouncing up and down on his hard cock.
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