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Return to Middleton....A KiGo story | "You're trusting me with fucking you like that?" she smirked. "Well guess I should prove I'm worthy of the job. Care to help me into it?" she was already prepared with the Possible puppy pout on her face, completely sure that the older woman wouldn't be able to say no to that. |
Return to Middleton....A KiGo story | Shego laughed softly at that. She'd considered just pulling it on and giving Kim a nice, long pounding, but she had finally decided on letting Kim take the reins this time. Shego nodded, feeling a small wave of moisture between her legs when Kim turned that impossibly cute look on her. "Sure," she said, reaching out for the strap on, helping Kim into it, getting the small vibrating portion of it into Kim's pussy, the long, green strap on standing out proudly, waiting for pussy. |
Return to Middleton....A KiGo story | Kim couldn't help but chuckle at the choice of color of the strap on as she leaned over and captured Shego's lips with her own. "Guess we'll have to get a red one for you to use on me." She flipped on the vibrator before slowly sliding the dildo into Shego's cunt. |
Return to Middleton....A KiGo story | Shego stuck out her tongue at Kim, which served the double purpose of deepening the kiss they'd had, with their lips so close to one another's. Her arms folded around Kim's shoulders as her legs wrapped around Kim's waist, just as she felt the head and cock of the dildo breach her cunt. She let out a deep moan, her teeth biting into her lower lip. "Oh.. so... so big," she moaned to herself. |
Return to Middleton....A KiGo story | Kim moaned as she was pulled closer before moving her hips in a steady rhythm. She broke the kiss and tilted her head to suck on Shego's earlobe and neck while her hands caressed and massaged and cupped Shego's breasts. |
Return to Middleton....A KiGo story | Shego's hands returned the favor on Kim's alluring breasts, gently tweaking her nipples, and otherwise fondling the magnificent, soft white globes of flesh. Meanwhile, with her legs spread wide, she began to thrust her hips upward, deepening the thrusts of that wonderful, vibrating strap on, moan after moan being leeched from SHego's flesh. |
Return to Middleton....A KiGo story | "Shego...."Kim moaned as the vibrator and Shego's attentions to her breasts were getting to her. She gradually quickened the pace of her hips as she moved lower to suck on Shego's nipples, occasionally biting down as she had on Shego's clit, enough to cause a pleasurable pain |
The 'Legend' of Zelda (SnowGlassRoses) | "No," Ganondorf said with a twisted, snarling smirk, his face half furious and half tinged with amusement, "I don't want anything. Except power. Control. Rulership." His strong, large hand gripped tighter on the King of Hyrule's throat, holding the middle aged man aloft in the throne room as the screams from adjacent hallways continued on."You won't... you... y y... get awa " he sputtered out with a great deal of effort, blood stinging and blinding the King's right eye shut, glaring at the Gerudo through his quivering left."I already have."Crick. Fhoomph.And like that the King's neck was snapped, his body being released from Ganondorf's grip to fall warm, yet lifeless upon the red carpeted floor. It had happened so quickly, the seven foot warrior mage of the Gerudo tribe summoning up skeletal warriors from the very ground outside the city, moblins riding upon armored boars coming in from a distance, waltzing through the open gates to attack in broad daylight.The fools hadn't seen a thing coming. The city had been surrounded in five minutes and sacked in ten. In under fifteen they'd breached the castle, and in twenty the throne room itself. Summoned demons roamed through the hallways now, slaying any remnants of the castle's forces who were foolish enough to reveal themselves. It was likely they thought themselves still capable of mounting a defense. Cute. It was equally likely that many still didn't know what was happening, it'd all been so fast.Upon bursting into the throne room, a dozen skeletal warriors in tow, eye sockets hollow and bones jittering together with every step, Ganondorf had seized the Queen and thrown her out a window in seconds. No questions had been asked. No demands had been made. The few guards in the throne room had quickly been surrounded and killed by the undead knights and the Queen was thrown several stories to her death, an example quick and heavy in cost. The King had been soon to follow, laying now lifeless at the dark, armored Lord's feet.Ganondorf looked down at the King, smiling, snickering, the light of a beautiful Spring afternoon shining through numerous windows, coupled with a calming, gentle breeze. It had been such a perfect day. Who would have expected this?"Find me Zelda," he called out to his servants, the hunched over skeletons having stood there, awaiting command after slaying Hyrule's final line of defenders. Eight men lay about the throne room in intimidating piles of iron, yet disheartening puddles of crimson. "Find me the Princess. Alive. ...Byanymeans." |
The 'Legend' of Zelda (SnowGlassRoses) | It is said that my people are descendants of the gods that our ears are delicate and long so that we may hear the softest whispers of the spirit world, and hear the pleas of nature. Our race is the most in tuned with the world around us...Though at times, we forget this.. We are a peaceful people, and my family has strived to maintain peace for many generations. The Hylian Royal family contains the strongest bloodline of all of our people...Our sovereignty is ordained by our pure bloodline that is directly traced to the goddesses of the land But no such divinity spared us the horrific events which devastated our land after the Hyrulean Civil War. My father believed our land s troubles to be over after my birth..That in the midst of such tragedy, I was a gift of reassurance from our ancestors, that Hyrule had not been forgotten As I sit, cowering inside the grand library behind the statue of a great warrior whose name I could never recall, imprisoned in my own Castle, staring out at the mockingly calm skyline as the sounds of screams and clashing weapons ring in my ears I realize, that I am a failure to my predecessors. I had seen this war coming My father s pride deafened him, and he would not head my warnings though it had been he himself who declared my gifts of foresight a blessing from Nayru I saw this war coming I knew I saw the shadows seep through the walls of the castle the moment he stepped through the gates I saw the darkness retreat, almost bowing to him I knew his face the moment he arrived, and yet my tongue had swollen within my mouth, preventing an outburst that might have saved my mother my father my Kingdom. Was I destined to fall then?..Is there truly such a thing, as destiny? The young fair Princess of Hyrule could feel her heart frantically beating beneath her modest breast. She had wedged herself behind one of the statues of a Hylian hero, whom stood before two conjoining bookshelves that had barely provided enough room for even the lean Zelda to slip behind and between. She crouched, trembling between the wooden shelves and the marble platform, her hands over her eyes as she prayed Prayed for someone, anyone to come and save her, while quietly cursing herself for being unable to defend herself..Her magic was unstable..and her emotions were clearly clouding her judgment, but could one really blame her? Not ten minutes before, she had seen her mother s body whisk past the window she had been reading beside, crashing in a spray of blood in the gardens below Zelda had screamed, dropping her book immediately and had almost run into the hall, when the sounds of creaking bones alerted her to the presence of the Dark Wizard s minions..Frantically, she had decided a hiding place..and hoped she could come up with something, before she was found. Six days after her sixteenth birthday..A beautiful spring day, forever tainted in Hyrule s history..A page that would be stained with blood and tears, should history even exist after this assault..The young Princess held herself tightly, her white elbow length gloves covering her mouth to still her frantic breathing..She wore an elegant white gown that day, with a deep pink bodice and golden embroideries of Hylian symbols to ornament the beautiful dress. Her soft blonde locks left free, cascading down her mid back, with the exception of two strands that were braided with gold and jewels as was tradition for the women of the Royal family .Such a tragic sight, such a beautiful noble choking back tears as her castle was seized by such a man as Ganondorf..Her right hand burned terribly, to the point where she gasped aloud. The door then open, as if on command of her distress and Zelda froze She felt her ears twitching as she peeked out from between the statues legs Her crystalline eyes widening as she saw monstrous creatures searching beneath chairs and behind shelves..As they advanced the room, Zelda spotted the door had been left open She was no match for them physically..and perhaps not even magically, though their capabilities were unknown to her Biting her lip slowly, Zelda picked up the skirts of her gown and slowly stood while the creatures backs were turned Making her way lightly, softly..slowly across the carpeted floor and towards the open door. Backing into the hall, the Princess suddenly felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up as a hot breath poured down upon her. She felt her skin crawl, as what felt like a glob of saliva dripped upon her shoulders..The shadow of the Moblin was all she had seen as she turned Without even time to scream, a sudden blow came to her head, and Zelda found her world suddenly fading into shadows . |
The 'Legend' of Zelda (SnowGlassRoses) | "And where doyouthink she is?" Ganondorf asked boredly, sitting on Hyrule's mighty, majestic gilded throne as if he owned it, a once dream that had now borne its fruit."P please! I I, I don't know anyth " the middle aged Hylian woman choked out between sobs.The only response the armored form could muster was a sigh, one elbow leaning heavily upon an armrest of the throne, his jaw set against his palm. "Fine then. She doesn't know anything either. ...Eighth? Ninth? Kill her too.""N no, wait!!" she screamed, struggling against the intimidating form of the moblin holding her, a half man, half boar creature of dominating girth. "The pond!" she practically shrieked out, jerking with all her fear and all her adrenaline to get free of the moblin's grasp. She managed, albeit barely, and due well to the moblin's own actions of grabbing his weapon instead of holding her firm. Ganondorf's servant raised a pair of black, beady eyes to his lord, crossbow in hand, receiving only a bored, dissatisfied nod in return."Princess Zelda often spends her afternoons at the pond outs "thoopIt was brisk, quick, the speed at which the crossbow bolt traveled straight to the woman's back, dropping her to a quivering mass upon the once gorgeous marble floor.That floor was nearing two dozen bodies at this point, two dozen separate puddles of blood beneath their respective corpses.Ganondorf sighed. In a moment that boredom shifted, shifted to anger in the form of an armored fist slamming down on the other armrest of the elaborately decorated Hylian throne. "How many now?! And we still haven't found her?! I've ordered you fools to search everywhere! We've even gone through her personal chef, her personal equestrian trainer, her personal tutor, her... her, what was that now? Her maid?" The Gerudo man sneered. "I grew up in a desert...Thisis disgusting! And yet none of the fools have led us to her!"None of his servants voiced any response. Half were made of bone and magic, crafted without the ability to speak, and the others were a race of beast men, speaking mainly in a variety of snorts and grunts. Both knew obedience, though. And both knew when to simply listen, heads bowed low like a dog preparing to be stricken."Eight now! Nine?! ...Everyone!" he continued to shout. "We'll kill every last person in the city if that's what it takes to...excellent."Ganondorf's face twisted to a wicked grin when he saw it. Three returned through the large, ornate double doors, a moblin and two skeletons, the former carrying a lithe, pale skinned girl slung over a shoulder like a lifeless hunk of meat. "Excellent," he repeated with a grin, standing, his eyes centering on a young woman whom he did not know, yet knew all the same. That beauty, the kind of which tales had reached even his people. The youth. The manner of her dress. "Put her down."thud"...PUT. HER. DOWN. NOT DROP HER, YOU STUPID FUCKING "In an explosion that seemingly came from nowhere, in a burst of magic summoned out of thin air, a wave of flames cascaded across the chest and face of the hefty moblin guard. The beast shrieked, jumping back in response, falling over himself, but by the time it had happened it was simply that happened, already done. He was on fire, brought about by Ganondorf's rage, the flames feeding on his armor and eating at his skin. The other servants simply watched on, obedient dogs as they were, as the moblin guard fought to his feet, tumbled back against the doors, and flailed and squealed back into the adjacent grand marble hallway.The creature was out of sight, visually, but his high pitched primal shrieks were unsettling. The dark man cared not, however, his twitching gaze turning instead to the fallen princess. What an imbecile... he brings her all the way here and then just drops her? And on her head, no less! If anyone was to damage his new toy, and damaged goods Zelda soon be, for multiple reasons, it would be by his hand, or by his order!"Get her up!" he snarled over to a nearby skeleton, casting a furious glance that could, and had, made those of flesh and blood quiver and bate their breath. "Smelling salts! A pitcher of cold water! Hot oil! I don't care how, simply get her up!! I've... hm... heheh... I've waited just too long for this." His fingers gripped tight into their respective gloves. "This wench is a princess no more. And she has crimes,sinsshe must atone for... heh... mm..." |
The 'Legend' of Zelda (SnowGlassRoses) | Zelda .Fair Princess Daughter of Destiny Hear and abide by the lessons of the past This plague has fallen upon Hyrule, many times before You must wait for the Hero of Time to arise, and banish this shadow Just as has been done in the past by those who bear his name and title...And you, Zelda, must follow in the footsteps of your forbearers But this incarnation, this dark Prince of the desert, manifests differently than those of long ago.He is stronger more cunning more vicious He brings with a darkness which will only cease with the arrival of the Hero of Time You will be but a feather s weight against the mountain of his power You are incapable of stopping him No blessings can we bestow upon you To stop this evil beast..You must prevail Zelda..Do not let him corrupt what has remained pure since the dawn of ages .Your suffering will be great But we are with you...Thisis yourfate....Zelda awoke with a start to a large vase of water, and the flowers it had been holding, being dumped over her head. Her elaborate gown now soaked, fitting her even tighter than before, and the chilled water that had been keeping the Hylian lilies fresh, now made her pert nipples all the more noticeable beneath the thin silk Wiping flower petals from her face, Zelda stood, wobbling slightly, as she felt a large throbbing on the back of her head. Her crystalline eyes were wide as she looked to the bodies strewn across the floor Bodies once so filled with life Men...women...whom had sworn to give their lives for her, and now had Their crimson blood staining the very floors on which they knelt to take such an oath. Her father s lifeless figure, heaped beneath his cloak beside his throne, tossed aside like a peasant .This was disgraceful Zelda felt bile rising in her throat. Her already fair complexion, paling at the sight of so much destruction. Her eyes then froze, towering over her, engulfing her in his shadow Was Ganondorf himself .The man whose name fell heavy upon her tongue .Whose very presence made her feel insatiably weak The young noble stood as regally as she could, even daring to lift her chin in defiance as she took a step backwards promptly finding the curved edge of a skeleton s sword against her back. Narrowing her eyes slightly, Zelda swallowed slightly, taking in a soft breath, What is you want with me The words escaped her, but they both knew why he had kept her living At least vaguely. It was a question that had escaped the soft lips of the Princesses before her, but none would know the fate that this Zelda youngest of them all, and perhaps strongest of them all, would face and what connotation the word want would truly have, in the mind of the darkest of men No prison of pink walls would confine her, no innocent slumber or dark towers to await her rescue after years of being only verbally tormented by her captor No Not at all |
The 'Legend' of Zelda (SnowGlassRoses) | No.Not at all."You look upon me now... eyes that know who I am, or at the very least understand what's happening around you," the seven foot man spoke to her with a wickedly twisting sneer, "and you woulddaretostand?!" The back of an armored palm swung, striking the young elf across the face, the desert man's hand large in proportion with the rest of his body. "You little twat," he continued, grabbing the Princess' hair, and with a firm tug Ganondorf physically forced her weaker form to a knee.There came a brief moment of pause, brief, before he continued the abuse by pulling her hair back slightly more, forcing Zelda to look straight up at him as he gathered a mouthful of saliva, spitting down upon her beautifully flawless, porcelain face."I had plans for you cemented in my mind, up until this morning," he continued after a few seconds, glaring down at the spoiled little bitch, "plans that involved you dead along with your parents. Oh, it was to be beautiful... Your body stripped of your clothes, all semblances of royalty and dignity with it, and you were to be displayed upon a pike, impaled, marched around the city for all to see. You see, you were to be a frightening pinnacle of my cruelty your parents, these guards, this kingdom... you were to have been the period at the end of that very defining sentence."With a twist of his wrist Ganondorf flung the young Zelda aside, turning from her then, footsteps beginning a slow stride through the bodies littering the room. "I had planned everything. The day we would attack. The manner in which we would assault each corridor of the castle, each back alley of the town, studying plans and layouts for months... And for years before that, two decades now, longer than you've likely even beenalive,I have sacrificed everything to attain the power I now wield. The strength, dear girl, to avenge a very definite wrong. Your treatment of my people."His steps continued through the scattered bodies, stepping to the side of one and between two others, a long, gorgeous crimson and black cloak wafting in his wake. "The Gerudo...Desert people." A few more steps brought him to a window, the same the Queen had been tossed from only a short while before. Ganondorf stared out as he spoke, surveying his malevolent troops as they patrolled an inner courtyard."Do you know why we're called that? Do you know why welivein the desert, little Zelda? ...Because you put us there! You. Your people. Hylians. The 'chosen' race! ...Bullshit! If might makes right, then I couldn't be any more correct in slaying your parents like the animals they were! Your ancestors banished my people to the desert generations ago in fear of our strength! They were greedy, lusting to control all. The only reason they didn't wipe my race out was because they couldn't we're a warrior people, you see. They may have overtaken us, outnumbered us, but the losses would have been too grave. And so they herded my ancestors up like animals and banished them to the desert. The few who have wandered back to Hyrule since then, trying to integrate theirselves with your people, have been few and far between. For me... I grew up in the desert, you see. A barren, desolate wasteland." His armored palms gripped into themselves tightly. "A place where anger is nurtured just as naturally as anything else. It's funny... The first time I even set eyes upon the lush, gorgeous land of Hyrule was only a few years ago. I can see why your royal ancestors would want it all for themselves.""But they're dead now," he continued, turning from the window and walking to the throne, past and through more bodies at every step, "your parents included. As you would have been by now, had I not decided I wanted to enjoy this moment instead. ...Oh, don't get too secure, dearPrincess.You're still very likely to die, depending on your actions right now." Ganondorf turned when he reached the throne, the cloak whirling with a great flourish to one side. He sat, leaning back, taking his time to get comfortable and grin a smug grin."Crawl to me. On your knees. On your hands. Strip yourself bare, little Zelda. Every shred of clothing. Every gold clasp in your hair, every anything bare, completely. Then crawl to me, past your fallen guards, on this lovely red carpet where so many have paid their tribute to your family before. Crawl through Daddy's blood. Crawl to the spot where you've watched others kneel and pay tribute countless times before, and it's there I want you on your knees, looking up to me with sincere eyes it'sthereI want to hear your apology, from your ancestors to mine! ...And if you can't be sincere? Or if you find this truth too hard for your prim and proper lifestyle to accept, or you simply won't lower yourself to such a thing? Then don't forget what I said before, about initially just planning to kill you, parading you around while skewered on a spear." |
The 'Legend' of Zelda (SnowGlassRoses) | The prideful noble had managed to hold back her shreik as she was slapped so firmly She could feel the blood rushing to her face no doubt a mark would rise upon that perfect flesh soon. However, as his hand twisted within her hair, the sound which escaped her lips was near equal to a Goddess weep! Zelda s lean young figure visibly trembled as the roots of her beautiful blonde hair were yanked so harshly...Treatment that clearly, the young noble was not accustomed to No harsh desert sun beat down upon her brow Her delicate skin no doubt would scratch so easily against the Gerudo sands, and tremble beneath the harsh winds No, it was clear that Zelda had been quite secure in her pampered posh, palace life Though the way her eyes refused to tremble as she stared into the face of evil incarnate There was strength there, no doubt A strength hardened by the will of her ancestors, and the blessings of the Goddess themselves Those three sacred deities, who had lost control of the strings of fate it seemed and though Zelda s hand still burned beneath her glove, and her ears still tingled with their whispers The blessed sisters could no longer intervene..Like those innocents of Hyrule, all they could do was watch The Sacred Realm could only find the Hero of Time They could not make him answer to his fateful calling any sooner than he chose Even now, he seemed far too late Her hands freed still, Zelda indignantly wiped the glob of spit from her cheek as she listened to his repulsive visions Her ears twitched slightly, and truly it took all of her will not to vomit right upon the mans shoes, which truly would not have gone over well Nausea subside, perhaps out of shock, as she once again was tossed aside Smashing into the wall with such force that the youth s shoulder no doubt was on the verge of dislocation She clutched her shoulder, the wind knocked out of her as she tried to gather herself She could taste the metallic, yet sweet flavor of blood Her free hand moving up to delicately wipe upon the split on her lip from where she had bit down upon knocking against the wall Her gloved fingers stained with drops of blood now, Zelda swallowed deeply She was a Hylian! She could not weep and suffer before this man! Even at her tender age So serenely in the midst of maidenhood Though her body was screaming in agony, having never experienced such pain in her life .No, she was a Princess The Princess of Hyrule! She could not show this cruel dark wizard any impact of his power Her eyes, glaring definitely throughout Ganondorf s speech Though there was a twinge of truth that splintered its way into her heart, she dare not allow it to affect her not now..With her weight against the wall, Zelda stood slowly trembling, aching everywhere as she tried to swallow the bile rising in her throat. As the dark lord ascended the throne, leaning back in ease as if it had been his all along, Zelda rose her chin boldly Her lips quivering slightly, a bit of blood trickling down her chin as she quietly looked to the bodies strewn across the floor. Apologize She whispered, the words carrying across the throne room as if she had spoken in normal tone Her voice gentle, yet almost bemused Drawing in her lips slightly for a moment, as she regained the best posture she could manage Still clutching her right shoulder as she stood Her lips now tinted red from her own blood, a heavy, trembled breath escaped her as she stepped forward..Wanting to advance the throne, but only making it as far enough to reach one of the statue that lined the sides of the red carpet which led to the three thrones Grasping the ankle of that same Hero from her library, Zelda glared from beneath thick lashes towards the Gerudo King.. I will do no such thing |
The 'Legend' of Zelda (SnowGlassRoses) | "..."Ganondorf stared her down. His face became very serious, very quickly, as he leaned forward in his new throne to narrow his eyes at the young elven royalty."..."And then he burst into a laugh, deep and hearty, stretching out and leaning back against the throne. Gloved hands came together several times in a clap, a cheer for her, quite obviously amused. "Excellent, excellent. You have a spine! I had hoped for this, though I didn't think such a spoiled rotten little twat could possess such... mm, what's the word?Balls....It seems my decision to let you live, for now, was a fruitful one. Breaking you is going to be so much goddamn fun! ...Guards!"Ganondorf's eyes went beyond Zelda, past her and to the soldiers behind her, armored moblins guarding the door of the throne room. His back straightened as he spoke out her sentence, nonchalant, as if it were nothing more than trifle, "Remove her clothes. From this moment on she is no longer a Princess, but simply Zelda, a commoner abeggar, a stupid little urchin with not a ruby to her name. And I'll have her appearance reflect it. Her clothes. Her ... No. No, wait."Placing his palms on the armrests, Ganondorf pushed himself to a stand, coming to his full, intimidating height, long cloak flowing down to armored calves. His chin tipped downed. His eyes narrowed, as narrow as the wry grin etched and stretching across an evil face. "Someone's a defiant bitch, isn't she," he asked, whipping his arms out and to his sides. Raising them chest high, the dark lord's fingers spread and begin to glow a faint purple color, purple silhouetted in red. "Maybe you don't believe me capable," he continued, the slain bodies of the room's over a dozen Hylian soldiers beginning to shake. The purple and red continued down from his fingers to encompass all of Ganondorf's palms, with a similar, much larger ring of magical energy forming around his feet. Bodies shook. A tense, unsettling feeling filled the air, and in a show of blood and nightmares the backs of Zelda's once loyal guards ripped open, then slain men's skeletons rising, freeing themselves of their mortal bodies.One after another, in a gruesome, sickening display.Clothes were torn. Armored breastplates were destroyed in a show of force as the skeletons rose, birthing from fleshly bodies, blood dripping from their bones. Ganondorf cackled amidst his horrid display of power, summoning Hyrule's own guards to serve him in death, becoming loyal to a cause each gave their lives against. Within moments of coming into existance each skeleton, their bones cricking and snapping with each movement, took up the sword and shield, spear and helm of their once bodies. But perhaps the most gruesome sight was the ex King himself, Zelda's own father, having his skeleton rise from his still warm body right before his little girl's eyes.Such was a display of how heartless Ganondorf could be.Such was a display of his dark, twisted magic."Now," Ganondorf plainly spoke, as if it were nothing, eyes upon Zelda once more, his wicked grin wide as day, "strip her, my minions, of any recognition of a Princess. Her clothes. Her jewelry. Undo her hair, make it simple, like some boring, common bitch. And then you're going to take her dignity."Ganondorf retook his seat at the throne, leaning against the gilded chair's high back. "Take her to the prison below the castle, but not directly, not immediately the long way, perhaps? ...It rained last night, didn't it? Pretty hard, if I recall. Why not take little Zelda out for a walk in the courtyard? A walk in the mud? Chase her with arrows, let the boars nip at her heels... Once you're bored of playing with her then it's down to the cellar, to the castle's jail cells. You're likely to come across a few deviants down there, I'm sure, gentlemen and ladies she watched her daddy sentence there for a long time... I think that Zelda, being the last of her bloodline, would beperfectto act as a representative for their anger. Each and every one. Make sure you stop at every cell. If they'd like to smack her around for awhile they're welcome to. Oh, and release them too, of course, compliments of their new King. And when that's all done? I want you to shove her in the smallest, most horrid cell you can find. And that's it. Leave her there, to fucking rot."He took in a slow, deep breath, smiling all the wile. Just as slow was the exhale. A single hand raised, fingers moving in a lazy gesture, "Go." |
The 'Legend' of Zelda (SnowGlassRoses) | His sudden laughter more than visibly startled the young Princess. The very sound chilled her that spine he was so amused to find she had, stiffened as she watched him applaud as if she had provided some sort of lofty entertainment That deep and echoing sound would ring within her ears during her darkest hours no doubt And the scene now playing before her, would be etched into the core of her nightmares for the rest of time .Though he stood far from her, she felt the hotness of his breath upon the back of her neck That bile in her throat rising to the point where she could almost not contain herself A gloved hand franticly pushed over her pretty lips, her throat burning from the acidic taste Unsteadily, almost tripping over the length of her gown, she moved back against the wall Eyes wide and trembling as she watched the flesh of her guards split...The sound of freshly awakened bones sending a jolt to her already uneasy stomach..In the safety of her library, on the pages of some old novel she had only read of such horrors..That regal stubbornness melted entirely, at the sight of her father s corpse starting to move once again His spine protruding from his back his bones rising, covered in blood and other fluids, leaving behind the shell of flesh and warmth that she had known And as his empty sockets turned towards her..She could still see his eyes in the darkness The young Princess turned a ghostly pale, her thoughts all becoming fuzzy as she fought off the dizzy spells that often plagued Princesses of her age..Nearly succumbing to the numbing feeling washing over her body Zelda immediately awoke from her spell at the feel of boney fingers clutching at her clothing. She shrieked, pulling away as the risen skeletons came towards her with hands outstretched..They pulled at her dress, causing that thin silk fabric to tear as if it were nothing As she struggled amidst their grabbing, her jeweled necklaces were broken, scattering gold and precious jewels onto the floor amongst shreds of silk and lace Exposing her lily white skin, her young blossoming figure, barely on the brink of womanhood As they frantically sought to carry out the Dark Lord s commands, they pulled at her hair, ripping strands out along with the jewels that had been braided into those pretty blonde locks Tears streaming down her face, Zelda could barely protest The feel of the bones against her flesh, looking into the empty sockets where eyes she had known once lingered All was too overwhelming A living nightmare .That numbness that sought to make her faint, had seeped its way into her heart...This...All of this...was so terrifying to the young noble, that it seemed that her fear had shut down...She did not scream, nor cry out...Nor did she struggle against those bony claws..The lithe young high born only flinched, whimpering slightly as she kept her eyes closed as tightly as she could until the cold air of the throne room carressed over her skin...With gloves and white thigh length stockings still in tact, hair a mess, Zelda kept her hands over her young shapen breasts, though her long tresses covered them well already, and one to cover those soft golden curls between her thighs. Though petrified clearly, lips quivering as tears still lingered within those pretty sky blue eyes Zelda moved her eyes towards the throne, where that usurping bastard sat grinning like a mad cat A shove came to her shoulder as she was pushed towards the door, the cluster of skeletons and moblins with grunts and clicks perhaps of excitement..They did not understand the humiliation which was taking place The promise of a chase was enough to interest the base instincts which they followed...The Princess of Hyrule rose her chin once again, turning with an elegant grace, her long hair sweeping much like his cloak had...She could not face this darkness in fear...or it would consume her so rapidly she would not have a chance to defend herself...But terror clung to the aching heart of Zelda, the laughter of her captor still bellowing in her ears... |
The 'Legend' of Zelda (SnowGlassRoses) | Such wonderful amusement! Ganondorf sat upon the newly claimed throne with excitement wide upon his face, deep within his eyes, watching the now commoner Zelda stripped and shamed within the very home she grew up in. Listening to her whimpers. Savoring her tears. But it wasn't her being forced to bare all that excited him, at least not in the sense it would most. She was lovely, gorgeous even, Ganondorf could not miss her flawless skin or her golden strands in his excitement, nor the young, firm breasts or the patch of womanhood curling outward from the apex of her thighs. These were visions that he would recall later, another time, visions that he had every right to care only for now, but later. No, now he savored instead Zelda's humiliation, her degrading, her transforming from a life of luxury to the life of a peasant. No, worse a prisoner.His bellowing laughter was still able to be heard as the guards pulled her through the hallways, echoing, fading, yet ever present.Whether she kept up of her own will or had to be dragged along the floor was up to her, Zelda's beautiful long hair firmly in the grip of a moblin captor. Truly she was light enough compared to the large, muscled beastman, and truly he cared little enough that such a thing wasn't hard to imagine, especially so with what was to come next.Boars. Huge, meaty boars, as big as any horse and twice as wide. Such were the chosen mounts of Ganondorf's forces, they not tamed so much as saddled and taught to heel. Four stood about in the courtyard out Hyrule Castle's main doors and down its marble steps, their jowls coated in saliva, their tusks sharp and chipped. It was here Zelda's insistent escorts separated, some pulling her by the hair over to these beasts, one retrieving something from the furthest boar's saddle, and another disappearing around a corner entirely. Caring little for any protest she may have been giving, and finally talking to one another now in a tone seemingly jovial, the moblins leaned down to take hold of Zelda's legs now in addition to her hair. What the one retrieved from a saddle turned out to be rope, a rope he'd went ahead and tied one end firmly around the creature. The other was brought over to the Hylian who would soon find it around her ankles and calves.What happened then didn't take much imagination, but often times the simple things were the most enjoyable. The moblin who had disappeared for a minute returned from around a bend with several torches in hand, giving one to each of his fellow guards. The jovial tones increased. And all of a sudden, in an explosion, in a bolt from the sky they all ran to boars, grunting, shouting, waving the hot flames at the boars' backends. In turn they shrieked, squealing, and started off in a furious run.For three of the boars it was a matter of simply getting away. For the fourth, when he took off Zelda was pulled by the rope with him, and her lily white skin was instantly being pulled through bushes, across stone walkways, back and forth past the fountain, and through numerous large pools of mud.Ganondorf was laughing still, a low chuckle with arms folded across his chest, watching through a window high in the castle. He watched as the moblins chased the boars around the courtyard, waving their torches, sending the beasts squealing and running again and again. Ruling a kingdom could wait. This moment was priceless. |
The 'Legend' of Zelda (SnowGlassRoses) | Regality was not a matter of fine silks and precious jewels Anyone could acquire wealth, but very few could maintain a noble air about them when stripped of absolutely everything Zelda, fair Princess of Hyrule, was one of those few.As they walked, the creatures scraped off the elegant gloves and stockings that had given any sort of protection to the girl. Though she wore less than the Great Fairy s who lingered within their sacred grottos across the lands, though not one jewel was left in her hair nor any decoration that might have formally revealed her class, she walked with her chin raised, in as graceful a manner as one could when being led by the hair by a brutish beast, whose squeals brought forth sprays of thick saliva that dripped down upon the Princess lithe form..Little use would be found in protesting..In truth, the maniacal laughter of that madman still rung in Zelda s ears, numbing her with a fear she would never admit aloud The courtyard welcomed her with an icy breeze, far too cold for the season Perhaps nature herself had been taken aback by the sight of the captive Princess.The boars reeked A putrid odor that she could not place or associate to anything else in her life The most revolting stench of rotten flesh and waste Zelda s face contorted slightly as she fought desperately to choke back the bile searing in her throat. Her focus had so entirely been upon not vomiting, that she had not noticed the hulking Moblins behind her, and as she gasped aloud when one of their thick hands wrapped around her legs, she swallowed the acidic sick, sending her stomach into knots Her vision blurring for a moment, though fainting would not have spared the fair Hylian from the creatures plans..With the rope digging into her flesh, Zelda twisted against her restraints, though naturally the Boar did not budge It was only by spook of a thunderous spark in the sky, and the sudden heat of torches being waved about, that the boar bolted off, sending sweet Zelda, who weigh as much as a feather in compression to the creatures, onto her side in the wet grass That porcelain skin soon broke and tore against the paved courtyard paths, thorns from the Princess favorite roses dug into her skin, gashing her breasts, catching within her hair The mud caked upon her , thick and smelling as sweet as the boars that barreled through the puddles, splashing thick globs of muck into once golden waves When the boar exhausted himself, laying down with raspy heaves in the middle of one of the thicker mud puddles, the sky began to weep A light misty rain at first, though the Sun still shone bright at its start But soon the Sun seemed to become ashamed, and hid himself behind the dark clouds that had started to cover the sky Zelda, whose eyes had been closed the entirety of this barbaric display, was tangled up within the ropes, one leg twisted over the other, her arms in near knots..her shoulder surely on the verge of dislocation now Her tears had parted rivers in the mud upon her cheeks Barely a patch of white or gold was left to see All hidden beneath open bleeding sores, or muddy clumps of dirt and grass .The moblins, their torches doused, lurched Zelda from the puddle, leaving her tangled within the ropes as they themselves began to drag her towards the dungeon gates Whatever possessed them to allow her to stand rather than tossing her down the stone staircase, was beyond Zelda at that moment Her thoughts had turned to frantic repetition of prayers Prayers which cut off in mid sentence, to repeat themselves, start in different places entirely I am Zelda Princess of Hyrule Blessed by the Goddesses of Creation I am of Wisdom Of Grace Of Light I am Zelda Princess of Hyrule .Blessed ..I am Zelda .Princess. Zelda ..I am ..Light ..Skeletal warriors had already reached the prisons, and were unlocking the cells of Hyrules most ruthless criminals Some remained in their open cells as Zelda was brought past Their eyes wide and distant..Perhaps in shock themselves at the state of the former Princess. Some scoffed openly, jeering remarks about revenge and hail to the new king Hurls of spit and laughter arose from the more bold, but even they were taken aback by the sight before them Solitary confinement A lone cell at the center of the dungeon One window, or more appropriately, a small place where a brick in the wall was missing, and bars were placed over just in case. One door This was where the moblins pushed her former Highness in, tripping her over the restraints she still wore The cell consisted of nothing more than a bare cot..some straw sprinkled across the top of the stone floor, a stool and a bucket Nothing more, nothing less As the heavy door was bolted behind her, Zelda lay aching..trembling, upon the cold floor of the palace dungeon. Her body stinging from the open wounds, throbbing from the budding bruises and near broken bones A small ray of sunlight broke free from the clouds, beaming down through that little space in the wall Illuminating the fallen Princess, as she lay quivering upon the floor, stubbornly still, attempting to fight off her inevitable sobs of despair |
The 'Legend' of Zelda (SnowGlassRoses) | Ganondorf clapped.And he laughed."Splendid, splendid," he bemused, standing in the throne room still, looking on from the high slitted windows. He had watched the whole spectacle, the nude elf being dragged across unforgiving stone that no doubt scraped against her skin, and no doubt dislocated something whenever her high speeds took her crashing into the stone fountain at the courtyard's center. He watched her through thorn bushes, through the mud, he watched her again and again coming near close to one of the other boars caving in her pretty little skull as it quaked by, running from another Moblin's flame. And he watched as the most dangerous in Hyrule were set free, darting for the courtyard's exit."Kill them," he said simply, armored hands reaching back to clasp behind him. The order was simple, and expected to be carried out swift and in full. "Their freedom was granted for Zelda, a show that I wanted her to see. And now that she thinks such women and men are running free, take some soldiers to hunt them down, set arrows in their backs before they ever make it to the town." His hands unclasped. Ganondorf thrust one to the side in an outward wave, a signal that it was to be carried out, and with it the remaining skeletal fiends exited the room in a great sound of rattling bones and clanking armor to set upon their task."Horrible things will befall these people... Overdue, deserved things, don't you worry little girl," he continued in a whisper to himself. "But they will be things ofmydoing, by sources ofmycontrol. Not anarchy, no. Revenge."Turning now, Ganondorf left the throne room, his new seat of power, to stride through the halls of the castle. In every hallway tapestries were torn or burned, lengths of carpet were stained with blood, and bodies lay littered as if the debris after some great storm. Two of his loyal minions remained at every end of a hallway, every opening to another area, guards set to see to any stragglers the various corridors might harbor. Ganondorf passed through all of these, ebony and crimson cape flowing behind his heavy booted steps, a wickedly pleasant grin upon his face as he neared the stairs down to the jails.It was beautiful, when he finally reached the room she was being held in. So barren. So crushing. So cold and alone. The Gerudo's hand was careful in pulling aside the rectangular iron plate allowing him to peep into the room, careful to not make a noise and alert her of his presence. For now he would observe. Her skin caked in a drying mixture of mud and blood. The look of a woman fallen so far, naked upon unforgiving stone, tangled in the very ropes that had seen to her abuse. The delicate sound of soft sobs, part because she was female, part because her ribs were likely in too much pain to take larger breaths. It was enough for a man like him to get off on.But, no, that small iron sheet slid closed, and with it Zelda's connection to the outside world. He had made his point to her very, very clear, and his next step would come only with time. She'd need that time to properly wrap her head around everything. She'd need that time for it to set in that this was all very, very real.She'd need that time to pray for a savior, only to accept that such things were exclusive to a child's fantasies. Fairy tales, and nothing more. And time did pass, whether she liked it or not. Hours turned into their first day. That first day turned into a very long second, and a third after that, with a full week drawing near. A week of sleeping upon a thin layer of hay upon a thick layer of stone. A week of her only interaction with others being the very brief moment once a day when her heavy wood and iron cell door would open, when a pair of hulking Moblin guards would enter, one with a plate of raw or rotting food and the other brandishing a spear to urge her away. A week of either starving or having to take to that food quickly to beat her cellmates of maggots and rats for it later. And a week where nothing happened, there was no interaction, nothing to listen to, no sign from the outside world whether everything she loved was in flames or the Gerudo had been vanquished and she soon to be freed. Nothing. There was nothing.And that's why, instead of one horrible week, Ganondorf decided to wait two. Knock. Knock.The raps upon the door were heavy, though he no longer wore his armor. Dark green leather pants, brown leather boots, dark brown silk shirt, and leather straps criss crossed along his forearms. The bolt was undone on the other side of the door with a great show of sound, and in its opening stood the silhouette of a towering seven foot form."Hello little girl," he said with a wicked smile, chin firm, tilted and raised, grin from ear to ear, "have you thought yet about that apology?" |
The 'Legend' of Zelda (SnowGlassRoses) | Whether by exhaustion or blood loss, the radiantly broken Princess finally succumbed to sleep upon the cold, cell slates. Her delicate figure lay completely motionless, as Princess were trained in Hyrule as it was not deemed proper for a noble to toss nor turn in their sleep, save for the gentle breaths which caused her shapen breasts to rise and fall..Sleep, blissful sleep. Such temporary escape from such excruciating pain...Agony that the Goddesses themselves could not alleviate..It was her destiny .To survive this storm, alone A surging pang of hunger urged her eyes open, after hours, perhaps days had passed A day at least, for a bucket of water had been placed by the door, and next to it a plate coated with a thick brownish slime left perhaps by the meal that had once been there, or more likely the vermin that had devoured it as she slept...Slowly, Zelda lifted herself up by her elbows Her shoulder still seering with pain, but the dryness of her throat held far more power over her at that moment Her restraints clung to her, as she inched herself closer and closer to the rusty bucket, that s contents would more than likely plague her with an illness just as agonizing if she were too drag her tongue against the spoiled circumference of that soiled plate..The water was muddled, cloudy, and smelled faintly of earth Yet it was proper to suspect that the Moblins had not gathered fresh rain water, and that the contents of the bucket most likely had been scooped up from the bottom of the fountain, or perhaps even the moat Dipping her hands elegantly into the cool water, Zelda held her breath slightly as she pursed her lips, to take in the bare nourishment A Princess can survive, off of the very essence of a dew drop, and nothing more Her mother s voice stirred within her heart..As visions of feasts, where her father and the nobles of the court near gorged themselves upon finely cooked meals and exquisite pastries While the Queen, and her young daughter, ate on small silver plates, a single portion, as was customary, in order to maintain the ethereal Royal waistline As the once refreshing water subsided to a rather bitter aftertaste, Zelda allowed her aching limbs to stretch, standing up so that she could drag the bucket towards the stone slate that could barely pass as a bed .Averting her gaze as she stood, Zelda began lightly scrapping off the dried mud upon her body, instead of focusing upon the small creatures she had spotted jumping about in the hay nearby Some bits of the mud and blood, flaked off without much difficulty But the rest, was what she had saved the water for. Though her stomach still quivered, the incessant nagging of tutors and nursemaids, preaching the importance of appearance, outweighed the most innocent desire to sate both thirst and hunger..Cupping her palms into the water, Zelda rubbed her chilled, broken skin..removing as many blemishes as water could..The soil that had refused to brush off, trickled now in watery streams down her body. First from her arms her shoulders, the nape of her neck down to the swell of her breasts. Soon, the fair Princess teeth were trembling, her fingers gone numb, barely able to feel the coarse texture of the hay she picked up from the stone slab, to blot off the running mud water before it stained her flesh..The bucket now half full, the whole of her youthful figure now trembling, Zelda cleaned her thighs, the length of her legs, and as modestly as one could given her circumstances, daintily and carefully removed any splots of mud that had tainted her golden curls Exhausted from merely standing, Zelda knelt down upon the stone floor once again. Her frozen fingers dipped once again into the bucket, as she began lightly stringing the water through her hair, in a manner quite similar to one playing a lyre. Her pale lips quivering as she washed the mud and debris from her long tresses, Zelda felt her heart fluttering to a point of near panic From the cold from the pain from himShe could hear his voice, louder than any other .She could see him, no matter how tightly she closed them, nor how long she kept them open He was everywhere Trembling, a gasp escaped her lips as she clutched her neck, coughing violently for a moment as she fought to suppress the anxiety swelling inside of her. No..He could not win her this easily She would not allow it. Swallowing softly, the tragic sovereign pulled herself up onto the pile of stone and hay bringing her knees to her chest she closed her eyes slowly, her arms wrapping about her lithe body as she began humming A song written by bards, many centuries ago A lament of two young lovers..Destined for one another An appropriate song for a Princess to enjoy..One that surely must have captivated the young Princess at court for reasons other than the way her parents gazed at one another so affectionately as it was sung Softly, quietly at first, barely audible Enough to warm her throat Her quivering lips soon gave way to words and perhaps, throughout the castle, in the midst of that night or day her elegant voice was carried on by each stone of the palace O western wind, when wilt thou blow.. That the small rain down can rain...? So that my love... were in my arms ... And I in my bed again Lulled into sleep after the last note caressed her lips Zelda barely moved from her spot upon the slate..She spent her days staring up at that barred hole in the wall trying to spot any sign from the skyline of whether or not her beloved Hyrule still stood The food, if one could call the pile of brownish slop that, no longer was escorted in, but rather the door was opened wide enough so that the plate was tossed down upon the floor and a bucket of water beside it, spilling typically a great deal of its contents onto the floor..which the rats would promptly tend to instead..Eating with eyes closed and nose shut was the most efficient way she had found not to immediately gag and negate any nutrients she might have sustained When enough had been taken to nearly satisfy her stomach, she slipped the plate onto the floor and allowed the rats to finish the remains Any crafty prisoners would have used this as a way to fatten up the rats and then eat them instead Though Zelda contained herself thus far in her imprisonment, on a meager amount of what resembled food but more so upon water, that would act to convince the rest of her body that she was full As the door creaked open, the young Princess did not flinch but the knocking, that alerted her attention. Sitting down with her legs to the side of her, her back against the wall..Her long hair veiling her most intimate places in the manner of some elegant tapestry figure, Zelda s crystalline eyes still bright, glanced up towards the cell door. No tears lingered upon her face the cuts and bruises upon her ivory skin nearly vanished..She seemed, barely touched, by her time in isolation Though her heart writhed beneath her breast, she turned her head from the grinning man, looking up towards the ceiling as if his presence there was as threatening as the rats that scurried out through the open door I have not. |
The 'Legend' of Zelda (SnowGlassRoses) | It was the expected answer. Savor it. Appreciate it like a fine wine, the finest Hyrule had to offer, the new King told himself. The smile on his face was evident of that, not a smile in spite of her disobedience, but because of. Her spine. Her backbone. Soon would be the day when it wore to a point of snapping only left would be the wonderful memories of how much fun this little girl was to break.The door didn't close. Ganondorf turned without a word and left her there, he turned and walked back into the hallway, what shadow the hall's torches cast in the room quickly lessening. But in his leave he hadn't closed the door.And then, for a time, all was silent.It wasn't until a pair of rusted iron shackles hurled through that open doorway, clanging, clattering obnoxiously loud across the stone floor of the cell, that Ganondorf formed a response. "Fine!" he shouted out from the hall, hurling a second pair of heavy iron shackles, a length of rope, another length of rope and another. After loudly rooting around in whatever he'd brought for a few seconds more he then emerged through the doorway again, right arm lifting up high to violently throw a whip from his hand, the punishing length of leather falling to a pile with the other items.When he turned to look upon Zelda once again, though, the outburst of rage seemed to somehow subside in an instant. Gone was the fury, in its place a smile, good or bad. Devious or not. The only thing for certain is it was genuine. He smiled down to Zelda as he approached her, steps slow, swagger a powerful one. "Do you know what's happening out there, little commoner? Hm?" No longer a smile, but a grin. "Nothing. Not a thing. Your people..." Each step took him closer. "Mypeople..." Closer still. "Oh, they were terrified, alright. Terrified of my servants. Terrified of me. And with theswift blow " he inhaled a sharp breath as he spoke, as he charged those final steps, gaining such a speed that when Ganondorf reached the wall where she sat his open palms had to press against the stone to brace the impact, and when his booted foot continued its quick pace it was not a step, but a kick, an unwarned kick above her pale, bare legs. A kick straight to her gut. " that was the fall of the castle..." he said with a slow, grinning exhale, palms leaning heavily upon the stone. "They fell in line with ease."Breathing in. Breathing out. Ganondorf relaxed elbows and slid down against the wall in his lean, slid down until he was in a crouch. He was close to her now, literally right upon her, his voice heard well even at a soft tone, his breath dancing upon her bared skin. "Oh, there weresomewho resisted, but any pockets of would be heroes have already been dealt with. Most were drunkard locals whose quick executions have made wonderful examples. None even showed much promise, boringly enough, save perhaps one small group led by a Gerudo woman traitor to her own people,tch!But they have been dealt with just as everyone else. And as we speak my forces are finishing off the Zora and the Gorons, killing those who would fight, enslaving those who would yield. Within four days I expect to have everything.All of it," he continued to whisper harshly, "now how isthatfor power?""There isone,though, that has given me some real annoyance," he spoke with a raised tone now, back to a normal volume. "Yourmother." Ganondorf reached to grab Zelda by the ankles. One in each hand, he stood, bent forward, walking backward and dragging her by the feet with him. He didn't take the small teen far, enough so that she was sprawled out on her back with her head a foot or so from the stone cell wall, legs held in the air. As he moved her that picturesque hair fell from its place to bare her already nude body, though Ganondorf didn't stop to gaze. She was nothing to appreciate now, not like this. The Gerudo looked down into those crystalline eyes as he spread her ankles, and with them her legs, revealing her golden covered sex like a shining treasure between them. "She managed to raise a realcuntof a daughter." With that he struck Zelda with another hard, unforgiving blow, though this one wasn't to her abdomen. It wasn't even close.He kicked her in her vagina.Then he kicked her again.His palms moved halfway down her calves to get a better grip, to hold her steady from any writhing and struggling. "And if that's not bad enough, she's been stinking up my courtyard!" Another kick. "She reeks!" Another. "I don't get it. The birds have picked her clean, the boars play with her bones as toys, yet she still manages to smell up my beautiful courtyard with her remains!"It was a mix of anger and laughter that tinged his voice, that was present upon his lips throughout the whole thing. And with that half snarl, half smirk he descended on her, keeping her legs spread as he came to a kneel between them. When his knees hit the stone he released Zelda's legs to lean over and place them on either side of her head, on all fours atop her. Yet again inches from her face. Now, of all times, she would not be given a moment's reprieve.Ganondorf snatched up the young teen's face in a palm, those beautiful, porcelain cheeks gripped hard with powerful fingers. With his hand clenched around her jaw he forced Zelda's lips open long enough to summon a mouthful of saliva, and then long enough to spit it down into her open mouth. He then forced her jaw shut and held it there, his voice a menacingly close whisper once more, "We have all day, you and I. Tomorrow, too, if we need it." Ganondorf leaned down to kiss her young, unsoiled lips. "Until I have my apology, this punishment will be ofyourdoing." |
The 'Legend' of Zelda (SnowGlassRoses) | To have felt relief as he left the room, would have been quite foolish To have felt anything but cold, heart wrenching fear upon seeing his overbearing figure leave the room without a word, would have predicted emanate death in her future She would have never survived these last two agonizing weeks on the brink of starvation, if she had been so foolish as if to believe for even a split second, that he planned on leaving her alone..Yet her eyes wandered towards the open door Watching the rats scurry out so freely, knowing that if she had moved but an inch, her body smite and bleeding, would be the next fresh meal for the vermin He was out there somewhereTesting her curiosity, or .The silence brought with it the deafening sound of her heart fluttering beneath her breast, the panging of her stomach, the loud throbs of her aching muscles..even her back cracked slightly from sleeping so stiffly upon the stone slate. She could not imagine what he was doing, what he was planning, and despite all she had seen, she could never contemplate what he was capable of Perhaps for the best, for the sake of her sanity, the Princess mind could not sink to such depravity..Suddenly, a pair of rusted shackles hurled through the room, with enough force to stir the air in the room to whip strands of pretty golden hair across Zelda s young face. Her eyes went wide, despite herself She felt her heart leap into her throat and her back press instinctively against the wall as the shackles clashed against the wall, then fell heavily to clatter upon the stone floor. Another pair of shackles came clanking after the first, followed by lengths of rope tossed sloppily, with more ease .He was getting closer.Zelda s eyes moved towards the door, passing the whip that topped the pile of restraints, no doubt placed with intentions to further enforce their usage The light of the room seemed to blot out as the Gerudo once again filled the doorway All save for the shimmering whites of Zelda s crystalline eyes..They glowed, with hidden fear, yet greatly summoned defiance in spite of the objects laid out on the floor. His smile was more terrifying than any device of torture Drawing in her lips as he spoke, Zelda narrowed those glittering orbs, staring at his features searchingly, though she should have been minding his feet For in but a split moment after her eyes had set to study the curves of his lips, a sharp, near shattering pain engulfed her. What little food had met inside her stomach, now soared with burning desperation up her throat. Zelda cupped her hands over her mouth as she shrieked, biting down harshly upon her petal lips as she tried to swallow the sick he had summoned from her She was not listening to him She couldn t focus upon anything but the pressure of his boot against her stomach. The harsh red shape, indented into the Princess lithe stomach, began to swell and bruise almost instantly. As she wiped away the bile that had managed to seep from her lips, she could feel his body covering her Lost within his shadow, Zelda slowly gazed up towards the man literally hulking over her body..His breath, hot upon her naked flesh His musk tinted with sweat and blood, affronting her senses to the point she could feel that bile bubbling inside of her again. His voice was now too close to ignore, despite the pain searing through her Torturous visions of the slain people of Hyrule flashed before the elven monarch s eyes Farmers cut down in their fields, sating the thirst of the earth with their blood All of the races that her ancestors had worked so diligently to align She could see them now..Gorons cast into the pits of their volcanic mountain, their bodies ashen and dissolving almost immediately The pure waters of the Zora, turned red with blood their lean bodies sinking to the bottoms of their rivers to be fed upon by the fish that they depended on Gone Gone There is one, though, that has given me some real annoyance ..Your mother.. The curve of his tongue nearly caressed her ear, sending a fit of spasms in her body, reacting as if insects had just been spewed upon her flesh. He had touched her before, but not in such an..almost mockingly intimate fashion. Yet again the Princess thoughts were clouded out, fighting off the urges to scream at the top of her lungs and claw at herself in attempts to get the feeling of himoff of her He seized her ankles, his large hands could have easily snapped her legs like the bones of a small bird had he chose to..Yet he pulled her, dragged, with such a force that she had barely enough time to place her hands behind her head to lessen the impact of her skull against the stone. Light abrasions burned upon her back from being pulled..but the pain was nothing to compare with the humiliation of such a pose Zelda was near frozen in horror, as her legs were drawn up and spread widely by the licentious usurper Such vulnerability was almost unbearable..and had the Goddesses not blessed her with such an ardent heart, it may very well have given out right then His intentions were painstakingly clear but once more, she could never predict the extent of his depravity He did not gaze upon her with lust, savoring her disgrace whilst licking his jowls, preparing to rob her of her dignity Instead, he raised his boot to her again, smashing the toe against her most intimate folds, stirring such a beautifully distressing cry from the Princess, who could no longer suppress the pain Tears filled those lovely eyes, spilling silently as she once again bit down on her lip, only slightly muffling her scream as he once again pushed the toe of his boot between the curves of her thighs Her back arched, her fingers scraping at the stone as she writhed in agony The young girl turned her head aside as the wretched brute spit sarcastically about the condition of her mother s remains She closed her eyes tightly, her body convulsing slightly to catch her own breath as she fought off sobs Despite that she had already screamed despite that her tears were already pouring like sweet summer rain down her lily face She could not dignify him with more suffering..She couldn t give in not yet As her body was quite easily folded up, and the man hulked over her once more like a beast ready to mount his mate or feast upon his prey, Zelda peered out from blurred eyes, her lips now pinkened with drawn blood, trembling as he pulled apart her mouth in order to spit near directly down her throat. Had she chosen to spew up in retaliation No..she could not think of the consequences of such a thing..Instead, the young Princess stared up at her captor, feeling his body heavily lain against the curves of her bruised and aching figure She had no choice but to swallow the salted mucus and as he pressed his lips against her own she whispered, You will be shown no mercy..in the end |
The 'Legend' of Zelda (SnowGlassRoses) | "What are you talking about?" Ganondorf questioned, first a look of confusion, then simply a smirk. "The end already came, little Zelda. Reckoning has come and went. And guess what?" For this he leaned in even closer, were such a thing possible. And was his sight and touches upon her exposed body not horrid enough already, a gloved hand reached down to Zelda's side, to her waist, resting his palm on her bare hip in a touch of intimacy, fingers curling about her side in a closeness one might expect from a lover. Her discomfort was ever pleasant to him. "It wasyouwho received no mercy." A whisper. "Yourpeople." Harsh, set against her ear.Ganondorf moved from one ear to the other, shifting to the other side of Zelda's head, his eyes briefly closed in passing her face. "Cry, little girl," he whispered to her left ear now, breath hot against fair, quivering skin. "Cry your heart out. Hate me. I care nothing. You have been brought to justice for the crimes of your ancestors, and if you wish mercy your spine will have to break, much as my people have been broken over the generations. Cry! Your tears are goddamndelicious!"He brought himself back to a hover over her. For a brief moment he pressed his larger forehead to hers, very brief, firm green against pale pink, eyes closed and breath upon her."I'm going to kill you," Ganondorf stated coolly, kneeling over the fallen Zelda. "Not directly." He stood, eyes opening again, back straightening to his full seven feet. "Over time, here in this cell. From your beating. I don't imagine your small frame can withstand this forever, nevermind the recent malnourishment." Speaking calmly, breathing calmly, he left the crying, naked teen to walk to the pile of toys he'd so carelessly chucked inside the cell a few minutes ago. "It would be a shame to have you die after everything, but I don't think I would regret it." The shackles first.He threw them at her, lifted and tossed in the air. He reached to snatch up the second set while watching from the corner of his eye as the first landed on the elf's abdomen, rusted iron falling against her exposed belly. That was enough for another smirk. Ganondorf straightened again and walked back to the fallen royalty. He leaned down to take her legs again, the right first, pulling her leg straight so hard that her ass lifted off the stone, her weight shifting to her lower back. Holding her slightly in the air like that he set the shackle around her ankle, locking it in place. It was cold. It would chafe. Poor baby. He dropped her ass back to the stone and reached to her opposite foot, lifting her again for ease of his height to attach the other end of the shackle. Holding her leg like this gave the King another perfect glimpse of the teen's vagina, of her hairy fucking cunt, blonde pubic curls dancing about intimate folds that were already starting to bruise.Laughing, low and guttural, he dropped her again. Ganondorf leaned over more to grab the young girl by the hair and by an arm. He harshly whipped her over, shoving her in one direction until her chest and face were to the stone and her bare backside in plain view. The Gerudo pulled the shackles out from beneath her, which she'd been flipped over upon, and twisted each of Zelda's wrists behind her back. No mercy. Not an ounce. Not an inch. Her ankles chained, her wrists chained, he took hold of her hair again with one hand and the chain between her arms with the other, lifting her in a rather painful manner to a stand every bit of force from the movement either pulled at her hair or twisted her arms behind her back higher than they were ever meant to go."Despite everything there's some irony to be had here. I'm powerless to stop this." Ganondorf shoved the petite Hylian forward. Perhaps too hard instead of making it to the wall the short length of chain between her ankles caused her to stumble halfway there. Thankfully he was quick to step forward to catch Zelda by the hair, thus saving her the pain of falling face first and instead replacing it with another. He jerked her to a stand again and shoved her this time up against the wall. "You're the only one here who can make this end." He stepped back. Back a few more feet. Kneeling, Ganondorf grabbed the long leather whip from among the few pieces of rope on the cold stone floor. "Not me." He cracked the whip, lashing what from then on would be a very permanent scar diagonally across the young maiden's back. |
The 'Legend' of Zelda (SnowGlassRoses) | In the end A day of destiny, when the Sages would fulfill the will of Fate, and trap the fiendish desert King within the confines of the Sacred Realm...A day when the Hero of Time would plunge his sword into the hallowed chest of the grinning usurper, for surely no heart lingered beneath his putrid flesh, spilling his cold black blood upon the stolen throne.. A day when Hyrule would be restored to it s glory, and when Zelda would be restored to her grace If that is, she survived to see said day The pads of his fingers pressing against the curve of her hip made her recoil, pressing herself as far back against the stone slate as she could manage. Her hands desperately, but with little force, pressed against the mans shoulders in an effort to push him away Yet, the fair Princess was but a butterfly s fluttering against a mountain side...No amount of strength that she could ever summon, would force the wicked Gerudo from his place Her slender fingertips pushed and curled, with hardly a show of intimacy, her tended nails not sharp enough to place even the smallest scratch upon the man had that been her intentions She wanted himawayfrom her His searing breath off of her neck..His rough forehead away from her skin...His body gone. His touch was far worse than his words..His threats, or perhaps his assurances, of her eventual murder She could compose herself easily to fend off his words..But his touch was more menacing than perhaps he realized His weight was crushing her, making it more difficult to breathe Causing the young elven blonde to draw in desperate air, her breasts pushing closer to the man, her body curling towards him despite herself..The few sporadic breaths she savored when he removed himself from her were drawn in vain, for the weight of rusted iron came crashing down upon her form soon after, knocking the breath from her lungs whilst one heavy shackle clashed harshly against the side of her jaw..Her vision became clouded, dots of black and white blurring her sight, dancing before her eyes as she felt her vitality vanishing. She barely moved when he grasped her leg, yanking it forward nearly with enough force to pop it out of its socket entirely She flinched, her beautiful features contorting with the most radiant agony that nobility could muster.. her hands curling against the stone beneath her as she once again began drawing in anxious breaths, perhaps to calm an inner wave of panic threatening to surface With as much effort as it would take to toss a rag doll on its front, Zelda s lovely face was soon pressed down against the stone, her lean backside hoisted up in the air in the manner of some Kakriko harlot, her arms soon twisted backwards to be fastened in the same manner as her ankles..What purpose did these restraints serve other than as visual reminder of her captivity? She would not run without them on..nor would she be any match for him physically had she been blessed with the courage to face him No, it was simply more amusing to see renderedcompletelyhelpless..And as he shoved her too her feet, she clattered unstably like a foal fresh into the world Her knees buckling from dizziness, her scalp far too numb from bruises to feel the full pain of his fist buried within her hair Her breasts scraped against the jagged stone of the walls as she was shoved forward, her body throbbing in agony as she lay with her weight against the wall, her eyes closed as she tried to concentrate enough on her prayers so that she would not pass out from the pain But the Goddesses could not even spare her a moment of peace..They had no doubt recoiled in despair from their seeing stones, by the time the sudden lash of the whip cut deeply against Zelda s back. The scream which echoed from her, could be heard throughout the entirety of the palace grounds..Though not one who lingered close by would even twitch their ears in recognition of the tortured cries..Zelda fell to her knees, her forehead pressed against the stones whilst the blood from the fresh lash began trickling down the small of her lily white back My death will not spare you from your fate |
The 'Legend' of Zelda (SnowGlassRoses) | The scream was quite possibly the worst thing she could have ever done.Continuing to have pride, continuing to have strength, a backbone, were dangerous things with no power to back them up with, yet to give in to a bully, great or small, to feed his sadistic desires would always prove far worse. Always. The banshee like shriek was goddamndivine, sating her captor for a flash, for but a moment in time before it was gone and with its disappearance was the memory of how beautiful it had been, like a flame, like art mistaken for destruction.He would have it again, her body his canvas if need be.A second crack of the smooth leather whip brought about a second straight line of blood along the ex Princess' pale back, stretching from one butt cheek up along her skin and to her opposite shoulder, crossing over the first lash near the top."My fate, little girl, is as King. You are true in your death not sparing me from it nor would I wish it to." He chuckled. By the gods, this was amazing! Such a rush! He couldn't ask for a stronger woman to visit his wrath upon! To think that many hardened criminals would have given in after only the incarceration. To think that anyone of sanity would have given in after having their genitalia stomped so crudely, so mercilessly. And here was a young woman willing to please the deepest of his sadist urges not only with her once title and frail, alluring femininity, but a backbone that simply would not fucking give!The third lash came horizontally this time, etching a permanent, bloody scar across the center of Zelda's back, and just above her elbows where her arms were in the way.Was it wrong to be hard right now? Was he fucking sick to be erect? Then sick he would be, Ganondorf thought with a grumbling laugh! The fourth lash was quick after the third, quicker than the others had been, horizontal again but lower. This time Ganondorf struck her across the legs, slightly above the bend of her knees. How long had he been rubbing himself for? A whip only took one hand. The other had shamelessly delved down the front of his pants without the tall Gerudo even thinking about it, choking a pale green dick in his eager palm.He savored her shrill tears. He relished her wails, her high pitched shrieks, her screams. Like a choir all by herself, listening to her call out for her god or any god that would listen stirred within him a most unholy of delights.Heavy, booted footsteps severed the distance between them in a moment's time. "You aren't nearly done, little girl," the Gerudo spoke as he pulled his hand from his pants long enough to grab her shoulder, whipping her around. When she faltered and understandably near collapsed he caught her with that same hand around her throat, clenching down, using it to lift Zelda back to a stand. Or, as close to a stand as one could be expected to maintain throughout such abuse. He held her there for a few seconds until she felt stable on her own on her knees, on her feet, either was fine. Either worked. Ganondorf unhanded her and stepped back, grinning, snickering, taking in the second canvas that was the front of her body. From bosom to bush. From thighs to hips, to abdomen, to shoulders, to face. Most torturers left the front untouched, opting for the larger area of the back when lashing. Most lacked a goddamn imagination.A fifth lash. Her left cheek to her collarbone. Her collarbone over past her left breast, over past the left side of her abdomen, down past her pelvis and halfway down her thigh."Gyahaha!!"A sixth. The top of her belly, horizontally across. |
The 'Legend' of Zelda (SnowGlassRoses) | Each strike brought with it, a most searing and unbearable pain that far surpassed the torment of its precursor. While the length of the whip cut deeply into its precise target, splitting the porcelain white flesh as easily as a sword through a silken cloth, the frayed tips of the whip lashed in unruly direction cutting against the sides of Zelda s neck, across her tender nipples, and at the very curve of her inner thighs With the second strike, Zelda bit down upon her lip..Attempting to hold in the pitiful shriek that had escaped her before..But the third came too fast, and too harsh Cutting near into the bone of her arm perhaps from the force of the blow With a mournful cry, the Princess body buckled, pushing forth against the stone wall as if she could very well hide herself from the Gerudo s villainous torture..Blood pooled within the fresh gashes upon Zelda s slender back, weeping down the curves of her body staining the former perfection of her figure .Bloodied rain drops upon pure, white snow...Strands of Zelda s golden tresses became stuck to the fresh wounds, tinting the ends so that when her head reeled from side to side in agony, tiny pinpricks of blood were spread upon her shoulders. Even amidst the shrill cries, the horrific lesions upon her body The absolute state of agonizing despair that the former noble was trapped within, her radiance proved far more stubborn than her heart. Zelda s beauty still was near divine in the wake of such a tragic display With head bowed in shame, Zelda could not see the perverse enjoyments of the villainous King behind her She could not see his sick, twisted lustings over her anguish His satisfaction nay, hispleasurewhilst observing her misery She could not hear his carnal grunts, the sound of his palm slicking against his growing arousal..Nor would she want to hear, even if the screaming inside of her head would subside for just one moment The pain was overwhelming..To the point where Zelda near lost control of herself...Screaming out, despite her will, for Nayru, her blessed deity, to protect her from such monsters...Out loud, Zelda only screamed the Goddess name For according to Hylian tradition, speaking the name of a deity could invoke their power, if said speaker was accordingly righteous Inside, she was pleading,beggingfor this hell to end But the Sacred Realm would not open for the Princess of Destiny...Not even a ray of light that could alleviate her pain even for a moment When his hand clasped down upon her shoulder, Zelda was whipped about with such force that she nearly succumbed to the dizzy spells that had been plaguing her...Blood rushing to her head, causing her sight to dim for just long enough for the chains around her ankles to once again to cause her to stumble Instead of being caught by her hair, the brute caught her by the throat forcing her up against the wall so that the loose debris would scrape inside of the whip lashes..Blinking tears away,Zelda lifted her head slightly as she struggled for breath..Perhaps he did not even realize he was crushing her throat His hand quite easily wrapped around her neck after all She was but a candle, with a small wick of a neck, but an infuriatingly stubborn flame One he would have to do far more than lick his fingers together to snuff out .The lash to her front was far more excruciating than those upon her back The whip directly slicing down upon her breast..Zelda howled, a sound reminiscent of if one was to slay one of the Great Fairies A serenely devastating cry, almost musical in its anguish Falling to her knees before the cruel, malicious King, Zelda folded over herself Such a small, lithe figure, curled up into an even smaller sight Blood trickling in all directions, staining even the golden curls between her thighs Even still that willful flame, peered up through teary, strained eyes..Her lips quivering, her face a ghastly pale from the loss of blood Even still, she glared at him..Defiantly You are no King..Just a brute with with |
The 'Legend' of Zelda (SnowGlassRoses) | He was really getting tired of finishing sentences for her.No... no, that was a lie."With all the power your family so nonchalantly wielded. With all the poweryouwere supposed to inherit." A grin. "And now that you're on the receiving end you have no clue how to cope. You call out to the faeries but none have answered... Could it be they've abandoned you? Your family, your bloodline? Could it be you were never really a 'chosen'? Is that so goddamnhardto believe?"The tall form came to stand over her with a rather proud stride, halting her attempt to curl up by placing a booted foot on Zelda's shoulder, forcing a roll onto her back. That whipped, bleeding back. "You know what else I'm 'with'?" he asked, his voice harsh, his grin malicious. "A fucking hard on." Ganondorf threw the whip aside. The front of his brown leather pants stretched outward in a tent, a raise of the fabric that had been present for some minutes, and now, standing over her, would be very hard to continue to miss. His eyes looked past the bulge down into hers, crystalline blue stained with rain, and it only turned him on more. It only made him grin more. A hand pulled at the front of his pants, jerking the fabric down to show off a fully erect length, throbbing and ready, impressive in its girth as it was its length, both very much to scale with the Gerudo's powerful seven foot form.He stroked it in front of her, looking down into those teary blue eyes. "You've never looked so beautiful as you do now. Do you know that? heh... That fear in your eyes... those feminine shrieks... it's like you're justbeggingto be raped."And then he walked away. He turned his back to her, still stroking, fingers wrapped around the hot, velvety length of his shaft, slowly pumping from tip to base, from base to tip, soft, pleasurable sounds escaping with every exhale of breath. Ganondorf knelt down a few feet away to snatch up one of the lengths of rope he'd tossed in, never missing a beat in his strokes, turning around and walking back to the fallen girl. The tip of his boot nudged at Zelda's left shoulder, then slipped beneath it, between her shoulder and the floor, pushing her up to a sit as his foot lifted. He did take his hand off his dick for this, temporarily, kneeling down behind the bloodied blonde to bring the coarse hemp rope in front of her face with both hands. It was nothing to force it against her lips, forcing it between, making her mouth open whether she liked it or not and with it being tied at the back of her head it would remain open, again whether she liked it or not. No sounds of pleasure would be stifled now in the name of pride. Plus she talked too fucking much."Are you ready for the main event, sweetheart?" He took hold of her hair again. Helping her to a stand any other way wasn't nearly as much fun. "I did give you a chance to apologize, didn't I? Numerous, if I remember correctly..." Both hands gripped her long blonde strands, those beautiful hairs, like a field of gold gold wet with blood were used to lift her frail, injured form to a stand. Ganondorf barely gave Zelda the chance to find her footing before jerking her backward, sending her reeling several steps until her back once again collided against the unforgiving stone wall.And it was there she would lose her virginity.His body came to hers in a flash, pressing his large, stronger form up against her smaller, more womanly. Hot breath seethed from the King's lips, a low cackle uttering forth from his throat. "Don't worry. I'll be a gentleman." One hand held firm to her hair, relocating his grip to the very top of her head, to the very base, so she wouldn't slip. His other snatched Zelda's right thigh, and in a show of pure force he lifted her leg up, thigh first, followed by his hand moving to the back of her knee and then her calf, bending the teen in half against the wall, knee to her breast, ankle above her head. Due to the rusted shackles her other leg was forced to come with it, and when Ganondorf retook his position directly up against her, pressing her body to the wall with his own, her legs stretched up to either side of his head, her hairy gold and crimson crotch vulnerable to the world.He didn't take her gently. He didn't take her slow. There wasn't a brief pause where he showed concern in hurting her, not this man. Ganondorf pierced that shroud of girlish innocence with all the fervor that one might take an experienced whore, lustful and awaiting her man of choice. He let go of her hair with one hand cupping her firm, young ass for support, to help hold her up against the wall, and his other snaking around her back, urging it into an arch.He grunted, as an animal might, upon tearing through that tender petal to reach her textured pink within. Blood was as natural a lubricant as any, and whether or not she liked it, whether she hated him at this moment or no, it coated the tip of the large man's ready, eager shaft, marking a moment she would never, ever forget. Not even in the depths of sleep. |
Eden (nanachan) | There really were only so many ways one could entertain his or herself legitimately, respectfully, when control and coin flowed as freely as the six tier fountain in the main foyer of the island's grand casino. The height of its waters reached just over three stories and were a treat to look upon even as high as the tenth or twelfth, tourists often caught leaning over hallway balconies to flip in a gil for good luck, or to simply stare. He had whatever he could wish on a whim, this man, this wretched, perverted, yet handsome and charming youth. Such billions were unheard of for a twenty eight year old, and while they were mostly his doing he could not claim it entirely. The foundation of it all was paid for through a rather rich inheritance, and over the course of just six years in operation the island retreat that encompassed anything one could want in a vacation, from a tropical forest to mountains of snow to stretches of beach to beautiful plains to anything else, had turned the investment of his inherited millions already into billions.It could not be done, architect after architect would tell him, to have seven or eight contrasting climates all sustained on one island, sizable or no. A physical impossibility. Funny how the impossible became possible when money was thrown its way. And despite how much it had taken, literally every last gil, it had all been recouped within the first four months of its grand opening. People lined up years in advance just to enter such a palace, such a paradise, some dropping everything they'd earned to stay a month or two straight, others thrilled to set foot for even one day. It was the elite of the elite, only the rich or beautiful allowed to exist in his Eden.But there was only so much a man at the top could do before it all became routine and, quite frankly, boring. He had done too well of a job in making this place so self sustainable, right down to the staff who could quite well run it without him, his several assistants tending to their given tasks superbly. If he didn't wish to personally oversee things he generally didn't have to, and there was only so much indulging in one's own heaven before you desires others to share it with you. Lucky for him the ladies were were endless, all of them rich, or gorgeous, or both. Unlucky, not for him but for the men they often came with, they were taken, taken only in the assumed sense. He could have whatever he wanted, this young gentleman. It was simply a matter of explaining that to each blushing, giggling female.There was one whom he'd been staring at for well over an hour now, a rather busty blonde standing near her man at a roulette table, and obviously growing less and less interested by the minute. Gambling was quite addicting for some and only so so for others. The problem was that for those who couldn't get enough this place was a horrible enabler, their payouts higher by far than any other casino, patrons needing only one lucky win to recoup a steady string of losses. That didn't mean those wins came often, but when they did they were like a drug, enticing one to spend the next several hours in search of another hit.Celes Chere. He'd gotten her name in minutes at the request given to one of his assistants. Tall, slender with a light muscled tone to his body, Tyrith was a clever young man who knew how to bide his time, and knew when to press forward. Hazel brown eyes matched well with his short brown hair, combed forward and to a side. Several days worth of an untouched growth stretched along his jawline, something which rarely brought complaint from any lady to share his bed. Or his dresser. Or his bathroom counter. And that jaw itself gave way to a wicked grin, that of a man on the hunt, that of a man sitting several tables away with his eyes seemingly stuck on this blonde. This busty women whom he already knew how he wished to take. This leggy female whom his loins ached to claim at simply her sight, wanting to mark his territory in, and all over her body.Whether she knew of his looks or not mattered little. She'd glanced over his way a few times, but that could have been coincidence just as well as it could have been knowing. He wouldn't make his move yet. Soon. Not yet. He'd wait for hers first, wait for her to leave her man, perhaps to another part of the casino, to the bar, or anywhere else she would go. And then he would pounce, this the wild and she his prey. |
Eden (nanachan) | Excitement. Those were the words most women would associate with dating a treasure hunter. That, along with romance, gold, and passionate lovemaking under a stary filled sky. Instead, the result were more along the lines of dull journeys into ten thousand ruins that looks exactly the same, barely enough gold to get by, and a tame missionary style session, once a week. Not exactly what most romance novels would be like. Celes realized that life was indeednota romance novel. Not every woman will be lucky enough to find a man who can give them that dream romance. Indeed, she's lucky she's found a lover at all! Especially considering her background and former life as an imperial general."At least in the army i dont get this bored.." She muttered through pursed lips."What was that honey?""Nothing, go back to your gambling."Locke Cole used to be a fascinating man. That go to hell attitude, and the daring things he would pull off during the war, was in part why she was attracted to him in the first place. Now that peace is upon them, the couple simply went from town to town, looking for rumors of hidden treasures. It would take months before they actually found something, and when they do, they use the money to pay for the next expedition. She hated to say it, but before this whole relationship, she was happier. She thought this trip to the casino would renew their fire, but in the end, all that it resulted in was this, Locke getting stuck in the roullete table, earning more money than he can get in ten expeditions. She should be happy that he made money, but prefers that he spends more time accompanying her. Taking her to the shopping promenade where she saw that wonderfull white lingerie with the butterfly pattern, or the low cut dress with the strings around the back. She needed more clothes, as it is, she only carries with her a few outfit, including the green leotard that she uses in combat, and the modest sleeveless white blouse and black pants she wore now."Honey, im gonna take a walk into the promenade ok?" She told him, half expecting him not to hear her."Ok, i'll be right here." He replied. |
Eden (nanachan) | Gentlemen were patient, knowing when to stay their hand, knowing when to wait and wise men were quick when that moment did come, lest it not come again. When he watched Celes step away from her man, he not a lipreader but displeasure evident on her face, the opportunity to strike couldn't have been clearer. Couldn't have been clearer even were she to wander along the storefronts, where he could gift her with anything she so desired.And that's exactly where he watched her go.They could have been designed as any other stores might, fancy and elaborate, expensive with things most would only ever dream of possessing. And they were. But they were more, much like his resort could have been the same as any other did he desire to go the simple, already paved route. But there was more to them than that. The entire main floor of the grand hotel was designed as one very large circle. At its base was the reception area and elevators to higher floors, at its center the grand casino, and all around, the outer ring of the main floor was a series of shops wrapping around the entirety of the circle, a beautiful wide canal with gondolas taking the place of the path from shop to shop. One could walk if they so chose, but why walk through the gates of Heaven were you not willing to embrace its entirety?As he followed Celes from behind, abandoning his drink at the roulette table to casually take after her toward the shops, Tyrith could not help but stare. That ass. When she reached the canal and paused to look around, he severing the distance between them with each new step, he felt an overwhelming desire to simply come up behind her and grab hold. Those hips. He felt a shiver, a grin, wanting to just press up against them... soon.Soon."Excuse me," he spoke calmly as he came up directly beside Celes, snatching up her left palm within his fingers as he circled around. Tyrith's grin had faded to a smile now, though mischievous it still was, as he came to stand in front of her in his tailored gray and black suit with a soft silver trim. "Please, madam," he began, hazel brown eyes centered on her blues, "but I cannot allow you to take another step without being accompanied." Before she could resist her hand was raised ever so elegantly to his lips, where the back of her left palm found a kiss. Then a second, just as light, his lips lingering. Then a soft third, this time to her fingers. His hand lowered after that to reveal that devious smile she may or may not have noticed already, though only lowered, he not yet ready to let go of the lady's hand."I do apologize, but while youarequite stunning, and your attire may invoke jealousy in others in any other place, here I feel you deserving of something evenmorelovely than you are currently wearing..." He didn't part his look from her eyes, not even for a second. "Would you care to indulge this wish, my dear? I had a specific piece very much in mind from the moment I saw you. And since then, if you would not mind a man's shameful admittance, I have found myself unable to so much as look away." His thumb traced slow, tender circles around the inside of Celes' palm. "Captivated." |
Deterioration (Kayi) | It wasn't often that clamor like this erupted in Dorter Trade City, a dingy, filthy place that wasn't so much 'run down' as it had never been much of anything to begin with. A series of slums. It had started its life as a crossroads where merchants would gather, remain for a few weeks and trade their wares back and forth, before those there semi permanently decided to stay permanently, and more decided to stay after that. There was just too much money in trade to go back home, and so home came to them, the city coming into being in less than a decade's time.There was no government in Dorter, no police, no anything official. For that reason it could get dangerous there, a city of slum after slum where most buildings were made of sheet metal and plywood, often times with dirt floors, and even the nicer buildings were uneven and often leaked. Ironic, considering how much money came and went there every single day... make the place too nice, though, and certain types of people would move in, wanting a cut of their own. So things were kept undesireable, and due to that a number of things tended to be in demand, adventurers turned guards one of them.But nowadays things had turned bad. At the end of the Fifty Year War that had left both Prince Larg's and Lord Goltana's coffers bare and their food stores depleted, neither had the funds to pay for the legions of troops they each commanded. That led to numerous soldiers of all types being released, often without a thing to their name aside from a handful of i.o.u.'s. That meant they couldn't afford food, or shelter. That meant most quickly degraded to doing anything just to provide themselves with life's basic necessities. That meant that those who didn't turn to thievery and kidnapping, those who sought more legitimate means of keeping themselves alive ended up creating an overflow quite literally overnight of men and women who would do jobs for money, while the economic ruin meant there was no money anymore to go around.That meant large amounts of people were getting very desperate, very quick.'A young woman between the ages of fourteen and thirty is being sought for entertainment at a party on the eleventh. Must be pretty. No experience or special talents are required. Payment offered is 30,000gil Duke Malincieu'It was amazing, the amount of people that could fit in that single, small tavern in one of Dorter's slums, shouting for more information, all asking simultaneously where it was being held. The poor bartender was doing his best to answer them, giving the location of the Duke's home a few miles outside of the city, shouting to be heard over the numerous women shouting back because they couldn't hear him. There had to be close to fifty or sixty women there trying to get the information all at once, and with an unbelievable offer like that it was hard to blame them thirty thousand gil, a purse ten times that often offered for a job where one's life would be in danger. And this could be earned in one night! At what, some sort of fancy cocktail party?Oh, how often things were too good to be true... |
Deterioration (Kayi) | "...But it's so much money...""Patience. There's no need to be a wild beast and push to the front of the line. The deal will still be there when we arrive to ask. Finish your meal.""But... but...""We can't afford to waste food in case we don't get this job. We'll ask after we've eaten."The young redhead huffed a few times and made a few more frantic gestures, trying to urge her companion to go sooner, but wasn't able to convince her. The traditional outfit she still wore and bow laying nearby hinted that she was one of the many recently fired mercenaries that were all desperately seeking work. "Are you sure? I can... you know... we ARE trained fighters after all..."The other woman set down the cup of tea she was sipping and gave a menacing glare at her companion as she spoke, "And so are half of the other girls there. You'd get beaten senseless and thrown to the street. Probably robbed of what little money you have on the way, and after all of that, you'd only end up thrown in jail."After a momentary look of defiance, the archer flopped back into her chair, pouting with her arms crossed over her chest. "FINE. We'll wait. But if we lose this job because of you, I'm gonna...""Going to what?" The white robed woman, clearly the older and more mature of the pair cut the archer off. "You're going to whine and complain, and blame me even though the job is just as likely to be taken by the time we arrive even if we hurry. All we can hope for is that they're looking for someone who's above this rabble. Otherwise, we're already too far behind those pushy women in front to stand a chance at getting this job. So shut up and eat." The priestess' words were harsh, but well meaning.These two had been traveling together ever since their band of mercenaries was abruptly disbanded after the war, they weren't the first ones sent to pasture, but they were far enough behind that all of the stable jobs were already taken. Odd jobs and stray work like this rare opportunity were all they could get by on, they barely got through by selling their more expensive weapons at, much to their dismay, substantially reduced prices due to just how many weapons were sold en masse.The priestess flipped her blond hair back and reached into her robes, pulling out a pitifully light coin purse, barely having enough to pay for the pair's meal after they finished their food. She looked up in time to see her young companion pushing through a group of gruff looking men to try to slip closer to the bar, hoping to get more information while the crowd was still forcing its way closer. "Figures." the priestess muttered, shaking her head slowly and standing, bowing to the waiter that took the money as she too attempted to slip closer to the bar now, not as eager to demand information, but wanting to keep an eye on her friend. |
Deterioration (Kayi) | The shouting was still loud, but after four or five minutes, a length of time that felt more akin to thirty, the vast array of women crowding the bar gradually subsided. The bartender had stood up on a stool, whistled and waved his arms while a pair of men, one the innkeep and the other the waiter, used their deep voices to help call for silence."...Finally!" the man called with an exasperated sigh. "You women are insane!" Though he couldn't quite blame them, the middle aged greying man thought as he fixed his shirt, it having shifted a bit with the flurry of his arms. Taking a breath, then a slower one after that, he cast a look to the waiter and the innkeeper, a nod of thanks to each."Alright. Alright, listen. Everyone quiet and listen," the bartender continued with a raised voice, though not as heavy of a tone, no longer fighting to be heard. He still stood on his stool though, looking out to a room full of feminine faces, some tougher than others. He was in the presence of everything from once knights to ninja assassins, to chemists to dancers to women who were still young squires. Some weren't even mercenaries, simply daughters of merchants in Dorter, young merchants themselves, or even street urchins desperate for the odd job."Everyone listen, this is different from other jobs, you don't need to shout or fight over it. Well, not here at least! I don't care what you do out there, just not in here! ...Anyway, Duke Malincieu is looking for young ladies to entertain at some fancy shindig for a bunch of nobles tomorrow evening. Tch," he said with a disgusted sneer. To think, thirty thousand gil just for some entertainment? That's the reason the country is heading toward ruin right there! "That's all I know. When they came with the bill that was all they told me, that and the location... Oh, and I'm not goin' to be the one pickin' who goes, so stop shoving!" This came with a sharp look to a redhead still pushing her way through the crowd."Look, I've got the directions marked down on bits of parchment I got, and ten gil gets you one. I'm not pickin' who goes and who stays, you all can buy one. They're gonna pick who they like from whoever shows up there tonight or tomorrow. And from the look of some of you ladies, for an extra ten gil you can get cleaned up in the bathwater down the hall. It may be cold, but only been used a couple'a times so far I think, so it's still pretty clean. Don't wanna go to somethin' like this dirty, do ya? Maybe a change a clothes too, though I don't got none of those for you."The last bit came with a little smirk. "Anyways, form a line if you want the info. Ten gil. No exceptions! There's too many here to barter with, you take it or you don't!"By this point the chatter had picked back up considerably, making it good the bartender finished when he did. He stepped down from the stool and turned to pin the parchment on the wall behind him, its ink still barely dried. And with a breath he turned back to the crowd, pulling out a slip from his apron, handing it to the first woman to hesitantly part with her coins. |
Deterioration (Kayi) | "Gimme some money!" The archer called back in an urgent whisper, her companion barely catching up with her as the priestess shook her head slowly."We don't have anymore. That meal was the last of it. We've got maybe five gil left..." She gave a stern look, and reached into her purse, only realizing shortly after she did that it wasn't a lie. She had meant to merely shun the waste of money on a deal that was likely to fall through, but now she was left more worried than before and sighing softly as she turned to leave."Uhm, 'scuse me... can we... get ten gil? Please?" the young archer tried asking other girls as she passed them, "Maybe we can borrow your map? Come on... it's not like you're the only one that can use it!" She even grew desperate to start offering her remaining weapons as collateral as she asked a few men for the gil, but the weapons would hardly be worth the gil with the was society had changed.Out in front of the building, the healer was doing the same as her young friend, though with any luck, more effectively, she'd think to herself. "Pardon me, but would you be willing to make a small donation to a good cause?" she asked a passer by or two, when more mercenaries passed, she approached them with a gentle bow, "Have you heard of the job being offered nearby? We ah... would like to know where it's at if you do... or maybe we could work together to find it?"It was only obvious that the two friends, as well as so many other girls here, would grow more and more desperate as the day wore on if they couldn't get the money or directions... not to mention perhaps that bath. |
Deterioration (Kayi) | "Ten gil?" came a voice from behind the redhead. It was heavy and gruff, and wasn't... it wasn't a normal tone. There was something to it, something portending about it. "I've got ten gil. I've got more than that, actually." A hand brushed up against the leather clad archer as the man came into view, portly and tanned, his beard thick and dark, his hair still decently thick, but speckled with grey. If he wasn't twice the girl's age then he was twice her age with change. "I've got more... but it sounds like you're pretty desperate for ten."He was a local merchant, a man with money in a city where money dictated law. The smile he gave the young woman was devious and filled with intent, combined with the physical touch of his hand gliding up her back, slowly from just above her backside up to her shoulder blades, then to a side, beneath one of her arms. "It's amazing how many women are going for one job, don't you think? I was watching the whole time. Them... and you. Mm. You're in a tough situation, aren't you? What's your name? I bet it's a pretty one, sweetheart. And I bet if you don't come across that money quick enough, one of those other ladies will get the job before you even get there."Scouting something like this hadn't been the man's intention he'd simply come for a meal and a drink, some thick stew and cheap beer, but when you saw something like this you didn't pass it up. Some women were still up front by the counter, eagerly awaiting their turns, but for the most part things were dispersing."Ten gil for a blowjob. Twelve if you swallow." To the goddamn point, and with a hell of a lowball at that. Desperation was an interesting bargaining chip. "My shop is three down on the left." His hand drifted from her shoulder blade down to her backside, giving her ass a quick, firm squeeze before he started past her. The man sauntered out the door smelling of beer and smiling a fun little smile. Maybe she wouldn't come. Maybe she would. There was a degree of fun in just the proposition itself. "Four, five... alright, alright, who didn't chip in? Gregor? Fuck, man, is it every time? Alright, alright, that makes six now. That'll do, I think. Yeah. Look at her that'll do, heh heh."Whether or not the priestess had noticed them, they'd surely noticed her. It had started simple enough. She'd asked one of the men for a donation when he passed by, got shunned, and went to ask someone else. Innocent, right? Though when he saw his buddies across the way they asked what that woman wanted, and from there the jokes started. And from there the suggestions began to pour. After about thirty seconds of back and forth each of the six agreed to chip in a gil to have a little fun. This damn shithole was a place God had forsaken were that not the case, perhaps one of the cloth would get a little more respect.The gil in the man's green cotton cap jingled together as he approached the priestess, purposefully, advertising its existence. When his footsteps brought him to a stop beside the blonde he jingled it a few times more, smiling a fun smile, taking in the look on her face. "Hey there." He glanced down at her robe, specifically at the way it hung about her curves. Yeah, there was something nice beneath that thing, alright. "Six gil if you show me 'n my friends here the goods. That's easy money. ...How bad ya need it? Bad enough to stand out here 'n beg, eh?" In a place like this, with young things like them, it apparently didn't take long for the offers to come in. Insulting. Degrading. Disgusting. Yet, were they men, they wouldn't even have an option. Were they men, out begging in the slums, it was unlikely anyone would even care. |
Deterioration (Kayi) | The slender archer girl felt the man approaching her, still clustered in with other girls while the mess was starting to clear, and her eyes met his uncertainly as he began to make his offer. "Yeah, I ah.. I guess we are a bit desperate. Everyone needs money these days..." A few casual touches was nothing out of the ordinary, she was always fairly close with her fellows when money was plentiful and fighting everywhere."My name's Jenifer." she said softly, turning and giving him a curt bow, looking interested... right until he finally spit out his offer."You've got to be kidding me." Jenifer blurted out in response to his offer, already frowning when she felt his hand slide down and squeezing her rear, instantly bringing her to a raging boil as his haughty attitude and slowly trying to stumble out of the place met with her own gentle touch, in a fist slamming into his back when he turned on her. "You think you can just say something like that to me and walk off? I'm a well trained mercenary! I made more than that every time I fired my bow, you fat bastard! Apologize to me right now, or I'll simply beat an apology out of you!" Outside of the building, the priestess had slowly moved down the road, asking for donations still, and slowly losing her steam. "Anywhere else..." she muttered to herself, though she knew better than that, after the war money was tight, and no matter what town she was in it wouldn't get any better. The few towns that were wealthy enough that she might have earned some money were flooded with others just like her.The sound of jingling coins drew her attention and she smiled widely as she turned with her graceful bow, "Oh thank you good sir. Your deeds will not go unrewarded, I promise. May the light of th ... what?" She blinked a few times, not entirely sure what the man meant. "I hardly consider this begging good sir, but if you insist on being given a demonstration of my abilities to prove I'm a priestess, I would be happy to ... if any of your friends are sick or injured, I would gladly treat them... You may call me Katelyn. Please show me your friend that needs my assistance."It was instantly obvious that Kate had no idea what the man meant, misunderstanding his request to see her body as a request for her to use her skills. She bowed her head lightly and whispered thanks, "Though my skills are not meant to merely be for sale, I still appreciate these offers given to me and my friends." |
Deterioration (Kayi) | "Urgh... nng... guh, you little cunt!" the large man groaned out as he fell to a knee. Standing, turning sharply, his own clenched fist was ready to strike her in retaliation when he hesitated."Take it the fuck outside!" the bartender yelled, face red, crossbow procured from beneath the bar and squarely aimed at the two.That was why he had hesitated. It was a good reason to hesitate. "Fine," the man said with a sneer, glaring angrily at Jenifer. "You ain't that good lookin' anyway... no ass... no tits... Lucky I was in a generous mood in the first place. Tch. Lucky I don't hire one'a these other mercs with that gil to kick your ass so I don't gotta dirty my hands."Then he spat down into her face.And then he started walking backward, crossbow still aimed at them both. Backward, out of the bar, glancing to the bartender every few moments but mostly keeping his eyes on the archer. The thirty something thief looked over his shoulder to cast a quick, smiling glance to his friends. This chick seemed a little naive, but that could be worked with. That could be worked with. He looked back to the priestess as he slipped an arm into hers rather friendly like, turning, turning her with him, hat of coins jingling in his other hand as he led her across the dirt road to the group."Everyone, this is Katelyn. Katelyn's a very pretty, and very nice young lady. Katie, this is everyone. They're not the prettiest bunch but I think we can all be friends.""Forget that, I just wanna fuck her!"This came with a bit of laughter, high fives, and a few more lewd comments too quick or too low to be audible."Yeah, c'mon sweetie. Up with it," came a young, spry squire as he stepped in close, the smallest of the bunch, grabbing Katelyn's white robe to lift it up at the front. "Get friends with us quick 'n there's more gil where that came from, heh heh." |
Deterioration (Kayi) | Jenifer grinned as the man cursed out, only to respond to the tender gleefully, "With Pleasure."The stared down the man as he spit down at her only to have her spit back in his face in return, "Half the mercs here haven't even been in a real fight, and the other half have sold most of their weapons. The few that still have weapons would gladly join my side and split what cash we take off your corpse if I tell them they can split my share."She knew the crossbow was aimed at her but didn't so much as turn to the tender while they left, keeping her eyes squarely on the man that was backing away as she followed him out of the bar, just at far enough of a distance that a fight wouldn't break out until they were outside, but not far enough she'd lose him easily."You really think hiring mercenaries to fight mercenaries is a threat?" Jen grinned widely as she followed after him while he was still glaring down at her, "The worst case, it's an easy job and a few less workers to go around... best case, your stupidity launches another major battle... and even if it barely lasts a couple weeks, it's still cash for all of us mercs." she laughed at the seemingly scared man, "I call that a win win situation. Don't you? The worst case for me is you apologize and run like a scared dog." Katelyn smiled as she took the man's arm in hers proudly, always happy to think she was ready to do some good while she followed the man across the street. She curtsied to the group with a wide smile as she was introduced, "Oh, I think you all look fine. I'm not one to judge anyone who wants to be fr..."She stammered off in utter shock, blinking a few times and looking as if the man had just slapped her when that crude exclamation was blurted out. "I... I... wait... I don't think you understand what kind of friends that I want to be..." she barely made out a few words of those lewd remarks, but not enough to understand anything but their implications as she huffed softly.She turned to the man who still had one of her arms, "I don't think your friends understand what I'm here for..." she began to protest, motioning at them with one hand just as that sly squire rushed her, lifting her robes, and giving all of his friends a rather clear view of the clueless priestess. Only a skimpy fur undergarment covered her nethers as her robe was thrown upward far enough that it went right over her head, and her ample breasts were left completely bared to the men as she let out a horrified shriek, grabbing at her robes to try to pull them back down and cover herself, "MONSTERS!" she cried out as she tugged at her robes. |
Deterioration (Kayi) | Snarling, the man wiped the archer's spit from his cheek with the back of a palm. Pride was on the line now. This flat chested little cunt was gonna pay. Cautiously stumbling backward, half because he had a few drinks in him and half because, obviously, he was walking backward, the merchant kept his eyes on the young woman as he made his way out of the tavern. There weren't any rules once they were outside. "Whoa hoh, check that out!""Was that her bush? Holy shit!""H hey, cutie, not so fast! You ain't gettin' paid for just a peek!"One motioned two others, and before there was a chance to react two of the men had grabbed Katelyn's arms, one on each side of her. A third, the young squire, rushed forward to grab and lift her robe again to the cheers of his friends."Fuckin' beautiful, those tits. Check those babiesout!""Goddamn,I'd like tomilkthis girl!""Hahaha""And nah, looks like that's just some furry underwear. You guys think her real thing's just as hairy?""Well wedidpay to see, didn't we? Let's pull it down and take a lo ""A HUNDRED GIL!" came a sudden, thunderous shout."...eh?"The quintet turned to the entrance of a nearby tavern where they saw a burly man stumbling backward, grabbing at his coin purse with one hand and pointing frantically with the other. Pointing at...? At a woman who came through the door a moment later."A HUNDRED GIL TO WHOEVER KNOCKS THIS BITCH OUT!" He wasn't a fighter. He hired fighters."...Well, that's certainly an interesting offer," one of the men commented on as he looked about to his friends. "Whaddya say we go do her real quick?""I'm game.""One broad? That's easy gil right there.""Alright. Yo, Greg, Phil, you two stay with Blondie here. Dooon't worry sweetie, we ain't gonna hurt ya. We just wannaappreciate, that's all." He cast her a wink. He cast her a grin. And with a wave, he and two of the others turned to head over to the merchant and the archer, daggers finding their ways to each of their hands. The other two men stayed put, holding Katelyn back, each holding one of her arms and having fun grabbing at her tits with their others. |
Deterioration (Kayi) | Jenifer was loving it, watching that oaf stumble and trip over his own two feet as she drew her bow out, giving the bartender a polite wave, "Don't worry, I'm just testing it. I won't hurt him til we're good and outside." She called back at the man with the crossbow while she followed the man."Time's a wasting. Apologies or injury. Choice's yours." "BEASTS!" Katelyn cried out in a rage, struggling to just barely get her robes down again as they spoke at her. No sooner was she covered again than their hands were on her arms and her robes were pulled upward again."Unhand me this moment!" She insisted as her large breasts were gawked at and those hands moved ever closer, her loin cloth grabbed and tugged at, loose knots coming undone just as the shouting was heard nearby...Kate looked over and whinced. She instantly realized her friend was the one about to be horribly outnumbered, not only the men already about to molest her prepared to jump to the challenge, but countless others would be ready to as well. But it was worse than that. The man didn't ask her to be killed, but knocked out, which likely meant he intended to turn her into a slave for whatever she had done to him.As much as she disliked Jenifer's antics at times, she knew nothing the girl would've done in such a short time warranted turning her into a slave for the rest of her life...Lewd hands grabbing at her breasts as her loin cloth fell to the ground, those warm palms working over her ample tits and rubbing into her nipples, and her pussy coming into view, Kate understood that as a healer, even if these were common thugs, it would only take two of them to restrain her, and four more guys could easily beat an ill equipped archer."WAIT... wait... why would you want to help a fat pig like that? He's only going to rip you off after you help him. That girl's my friend, he probably ripped her off to start this whole thing..." She knew it was a possibility, but was grasping at straws now to wonder why the fight was going on. "If you help me and my friend beat that guy up instead, we'll take the money he owes my friend, and the hundred gil, AND everything else he has on him, a bloated merchant like that probably has thousands of gil!"She tried to tug against the two guys holding her as she pleaded with the group, "If you join our side, we have a major advantage that they can't match. I'm one of the few priestesses in this god forsaken town. And the only one who'll actually be in this foul excuse for a fight."Desperation and panic were getting the best of her, as she knew her friend would be in deep trouble very soon, but at the same time she was being held by a pair of rapists that were slowly kneading her sensitive breasts, while she was exposed to anyone who bothered to look in her direction, turned not only into a toy for the two on her, but an exhibitionist before anyone else nearby. "I... I'll take off my robes and give them to you for safekeeping even.. t..to prove I won't run away after the fight... I'm broke, I wouldn't have the money to buy new clothes. And I don't want to wander around THIS town nude... it would be like begging more people to do the same to me... that way you have every reason to help me... please?"In her final desperate bid, she attempted to slip her robes off and give them to the group... Jenifer's laughter grew dark after the man announced his offer. She could already see thugs from all around preparing themselves for the fight. She was more experienced than this lot, and in a one on one fight... even a two on one fight, she was sure she could take anyone here. But such a shout in the middle of this foul town was sure to draw a lot more than just a couple of thugs."A hundred? My word, if you'd have offered me that much in your filthy proposal, maybe I would've taken it. Guess we'll never know now, eh? Prepare to..."The archer's words were cut short as she spotted her friend off in the background, being held back and her robes lifted while a pair of thugs assaulted her breasts, working the priestess' ample tits up and down in their hands. "K..kate?" she stammered, trying hard to shake off the sight. She had more pressing matters... like the battle she just found herself in the middle of.She turned away from the sight hard and glared back at the man again, "On second thought, don't prepare to do anything... just smile and think you're safe. It will be so much more satisfying to stick an arrow in your ass when you're smugly grinning at me as if you've won already."Bow already prepared, Jenifer attempted to take the initiative, rushing to get to some high ground and get away from anyone that would obviously be dangerous if they joined the battle. |
Deterioration (Kayi) | Things were getting interesting. Interesting, and at a very quick rate.Three of the men were approaching the burly, lecherous merchant from behind, though they were little better. Eyes were cast upon Jenifer as they came forward, steps upon the dirt slow, measured, hunters deciding the method in which they would pounce.The two others, an archer and a chemist, were holding Katelyn firmly by her arms. That was, until she started making offers, squirming in their grasp. Her words were coming too fast for either to interject, leaving them to simply cast thoughtful glances back and forth as her words were considered. One, the chemist, looked over to the other three, to their unnoficial leader whom, by his movements, the chemist already knew what was being planned. He'd heard the priestess' words and things were about to get interesting. "Alright," he responded, letting go of Katelyn's arm. With a quick look and a nod the archer did so a moment later. Not exactly the picture of gentlemen, one eagerly took Katelyn's white robe as she stripped it from her body, the other snatching her underwear from the ground. And like that, of her own will, the buxom blonde priestess was left completely revealed to all who would care to see."Haha, oh shit, see that? She IS just as hairy as the underwear!""Whoa, hey haha, you're right! Hey man, that's kinda hot."Meanwhile, the other three, a pair of thieves and a squire, were approaching Jenifer and the man. One of the thieves was coming from the large man's right, Jenifer's left, a curved dagger finding its way from a brown leather sheath to a similarly gloved palm. "Don't worry, I've got this," he said with a twinkle in his eye and a devious little grin aimed at the redhead. He stopped beside the merchant, looking to her, swirling the handle in his gloved palm. "It's already over."And then he made his move. Dashing left, the curved blade first found home in the man's side, in a lovely bit of fat below his ribs. The surprised shout of pain that followed was brief a knee was kicked in, his hair was gripped and jerked back an his throat was slit, all in one fluid motion. Like that his body was released to slump forward, writhing around on the ground for a few seconds, grasping as his throat before his body no longer could go on. Once the twitching stopped the rest proceeded as if he weren't a man, as if he had been a deer in the forest, an animal killed for its bounty."Slick. I didn't even make it 'ere 'n you had him down."The other of the three simply whistled.The thief knelt down beside the body once the merchant stopped twitching. There was no fear of recourse. Dorter was a city of slums without laws the only 'punishment' would be if this man had friends who would spend enough coin to get them back, which was unlikely. Cleaning his curved dagger against the man's clothes, he cast a quick glance up to the redhead before looking back to the slain merchant, feeling around in his pockets for the gil."Hey there... nice tits," commented the other thief, his eyes gone back to Katelyn. "Chilly, sweetheart?" he said with a grin. "Though I suppose you've earned this. And here, you've been an awfully good sport." Pulling the green cloth hat from his pocket, the one he'd stashed there with her promised gil at the start of the fight, the man added a second handful to the pile. He walked over to the priestess, and with a smile and a blown kiss he held ut the upturned hat with her coin inside. "Give her back her clothes, as much as I hate to see a pretty thing like this cover up," he continued, glancing quickly over to Jenifer before looking back to his friends. They could take the two of them, sure, but it would be better not to continue this scene. It would be best to get what they could from the guy's body and clear out. "Unless... hey, you ladies busy?" he asked with a grin. "We could getawfullyfriendly with the gil this guy is givin' us..." |
Deterioration (Kayi) | Jenifer was growling, bow at the ready when she saw a few people start to approach. "One shot is all it will take for any of you..." she whispered, more to reassure herself than to threaten anyone. She braced for the attack to come, drew her bowstring back... and found herself suddenly without an opponent, the man slumping over injured before she had a chance to attack him. "H..HEY. That was MY kill!" she spouted off, highly disappointed.Kate nearly screamed when the underhanded attack so quickly dropped the man, and she rushed to the man's side as his injuries slowly took him, "H..hey. I just didn't want this to be an unfair fight, not a slaughter... what is it with this town... you people..." she whispered in quiet horror at how casually someone would be murdered.It wasn't that Kate had never killed anyone before, but war was always different to her. She gave Jenifer a long stare that the archer instantly knew, the slender woman merely shrugging it off, "Whatever."A gentle healing spell would be all it took to keep the man from dying, though he would be in no condition to fight again anytime soon. Kate blushed darkly as lewd comments and teasing was hurled at her, but she could never stand idly and just let death occur if she could try to stop it... no matter the battle, she always tried to heal those that were on the brink, returning them to a point they could recover. "y..you bastards are evil..." Kate called back meekly at the dirty words over her while she knelt beside the dying man and recited some of her spells, sounding to the untrained like prayers for the dead. Her hands resting over him to check if he would make it, before she turned to snatch up that hat full of coins, a furious look on her face."Uhm, 'scuse me guys, but... WHY do you have my friend prancing around the center of town nude?" Jenifer finally blurted out, very obvious amusement on her face now that the pig of a merchant was dealt with. "As nice as her tits are." Jenifer added, throwing her arms around her friend's bust, half to seem playful to the guys, half to cover her friend's decency by some small margin while she spoke, "I can't imagine her doing this without being coerced."The two women stood there together, Kate holding the small handful of coins and Jenifer holding Kate's breasts from behind, as the two both quietly hoped that the group would actually return the priestess' robes before the spectacle got any worse, Kate's rather gruff reply to their offer spouted angrily before she had her robes back, "No thanks, I've endured YOUR brand of friendliness firsthand long enough!" |
Deterioration (Kayi) | At seeing the redhead getting grabby toward her friend, wrapping an arm around the naked blonde's generous bust, the men all seemed to grin in unison. Some were enjoying the visual of the naked priestess being touched by another female. Some were simply enjoying the bared curves, and the still exposed crotch. None answered right away. For a few long seconds the only sound came from the one thief knelt beside the injured merchant, robbing the man's pockets blind while he as too hurt to move."You're right," he called out over his shoulder, "buddy had more an' a hundred here. Not bad, not bad! There's gotta be six, six an' a half here close to. ...split five ways that ain't a bad payday."The other four cast knowing smiles to one another, though never took their eyes off the girls for long. Split five ways. That was very clear and if the ladies wanted to dispute that they would find themselves sorely outnumbered."Coerced, of course, but not forced," one of the men replied to Jenifer, though his eyes, and the wink in them were aimed at Katelyn. "She's a very pretty woman, pretty enough that when she went about asking for gil we thought we'd do the respectable thing and give her a chance t' earn some. ...She got what she wanted, and we got what we did. Matter of fact, she's still being generous enough to give us that show." Everyone laughed at that, leering at Katelyn's body still. The one silenced them with a raised hand though, reaching to take the woman's robe and underwear from his comrades. "Here," he said, balling them up togther and tossing them to the priestess, "all yours, sweetcheeks. A shame, though. I mean, like my one friend said, with all that gil maybe we could talk you ladies into an encore performance? Somewhere private, of course.""If not," the one thief interrupted, knelt down by the merchant still, "then we should get outta here, guys, regardless. Drawin' a crowd here ain't doin' us any good. Did you give her back her stuff?""Yeah, she's got it.""Good," he said, patting the merchant's pockets in a quick, final check that he didn't miss anything. The man's rings and necklace had also been pocketed in addition to the gil, some promising to fetch a better price than others. Standing, he turned to the group, "So what do you ladies wanna do? Go your own way or we all go have a private party? Either way it ain't gonna do us much good to hang 'round here much longer, if you know what I mean." |
Deterioration (Kayi) | Katelyn sighed in relief as she snatched her robes back and quickly threw them on, still blushing a dark red, while Jenifer seemed to actually be giving the men's offer some thought as she poked her nose in the small hat of coins they were given.Kate quickly turned to leave only for Jen to snatch her by the arm and spin her round again, demanding boldly at the group, "You owe my friend a lot more than this. And that man was my mark. So let's compromise. A small party, and then we make it an even split with both of us getting a share. Sound fair enough?"The priestess gave her friend a menacing stare, and tried to protest, only to get yanked along anyhow, archer girl leading the way as she bolted past the group of common thugs and led the group away from the scene of the fight."What are you doing!?" was all Kate could muster when they were a few steps ahead, an angry whisper between the two of them."Don't worry about it. You'll keep your robes on this time, unless you enjoyed showing off. But that much money would go a long way towards our future. All for getting naked in front of a few thugs, when most bastards around here wouldn't give you twenty gil for a blowjob?... Yeah, we're desperate enough for it... I saw your coinpurse. The reason you didn't jump to buy the map is because we're broke."It was a quiet understanding between them that they were doing this, as long as nothing went too far... as they slowed again and let the thugs lead them to where that private showing would take place at. |
Deterioration (Kayi) | Excellent.The archer's interest hadn't truly been expected. Not really expected due to the heat of the moment, she likely still angry and her friend uncomfortable, but nowadays it wasn't nearly a surprise either. Simply a pleasant turn of the coin.None of the men had the chance to say anything before the two women had bolted through and past them, leaving them in a hurried walk in their wake. What little they were able to converse while Katelyn and Jenifer were up ahead was simply getting on the same page, hushed tones of depraved men all looking upon these women, and these women's desperation, as an opportunity to enjoy themselves and nothing more. There were a few light laughs from the group as they watched the two girls a number of steps ahead of them, even a brief conversation as to who had the nicer ass. Jenifer won that, though mostly because her outfit was somewhat tight while the priestess' was more loose and flowing none had really gotten a good look at Kate's ass while she was nude, too busy enjoying the frontal view of her hairy bush and milkmaid tits."We're quite glad you've decided we can all be friends, ladies," the one thief chimed in, having increased his pace a bit to catch up with the two. Grinning, he slid his hands around each woman's waist, from behind, coming to stand between the two. Three of the other men were keeping a decent distance, enjoying the view of the girls' hips swaying with every step. The last of them, the archer, hung back a bit to kepe an eye out, making sure no one thought wise to follow the group. "You see, we really are a nice bunch once you get to know us. And we're just gonna go somewhere where we don't gotta deal with no one botherin' us while we build that friendship, right? I got just the place. It ain't Beoulve Manor or anything but it ain't too shabby either. Thing is though, we're gonna hafta blindfold you on the way there. For everyone's protection, yours 'n ours both. That alright, ladies?"He didn't wait for an answer however, removing his arm from around Jenifer once he was done talking to raise his hand in a quick gesture, signaling to his friends. The chemist jogged up to the three with a pair of cloth scraps in his hands. They were long, a dark blue, ratty scraps torn from the hem of his ratty jerkin. Handing one over, he came up behind Jenifer to tie the length over her eyes, wrapping it twice around, while the thief took the honor of blinding the priestess. As he did he leaned over, whispering against her ear, "My apologies, pretty girl, if we were a bit... rude back there. Perhaps once we're someplace quieter we won't have to rush as much, and you'll have a better chance to see how fun we can really be..." Smiling wickedly, once both girls were blindfolded he made sure to take each by a wrist, standing between them. He leaned to Jenifer next, whispering in her ear just as he had with Kate, "It doesn't necessarily have to be an even split. Depending how much fun you ladies wanna have tonight, we might be willin' to part with the whole thing."How they responded was up to them. Were they smart, were they intelligent enough to seize such an opportunity for over six hundred gil in just a couple of hours if they played nice they'd end up in a better position than most these days. For now they both had time to think while the men led them down the streets of Dorter's slums, a left here, two rights there, keeping a brisk pace while at the same time making sure to take wrong turns. At one point they completely turned around just to throw off any sense of direction in case either woman was trying to keep track the worst thing a thief could do was let an outsider know where their hideout was. That it existed was no real surprise, but showing someone where to find the place you hung your hat was near suicidal in such a world.Three more rights, a left, then several more blocks until they turned inside an old store, a strong scent permeating the moment the filthy wood and glass door was opened. It was either good cheese or bad wine. Whatever it was, the intention was to keep people away from the quiet shop. Nary a word was spoken among the group aside after the first minute or so of the women being led, they generally quiet as they brought the girls through the streets and into the shop, to the shop's back room, to the store room in the cellar, down a flight of stairs, and finally to a hidden room behind a wall that a large, spiderweb covered shelf had to be moved in order for the entrance to appear. Once everyone was inside the shelf was slid, albeit noisily, back into place, shutting the group of seven in what was the mens' hangout for when they needed to lay low."Woo... ha. Alright, alright, madams, we are here," one said with a playful grin. Two others came up to help the girls off with their blindfolds.The room was a decent size all things considered, though for the amount of people it was seemingly designed for it could get crowded pretty quick and with the seven of them, more or less was. Twelve feet by twelve, there were eight beds in total, four sets of wooden framed bunk beds to save space, two against one wall and two more against another. Under each bed was stored several small barrels and aleskins. Diagonally across from the beds was a table set in a corner against two walls, playing cards, dice, and other ways to pass the time strewn upon the wood. The floor was of a poor quality wood, not completely even but not horrid by Dorter's standards of housing either. The only light was from several lit torches set in sconces along the walls. All in all the room was hot, the air stale, dirty as a whole, and if more than two or three people were standing at any given time it had a very crowded feel.The men had agreed to no names on the way here the blonde seemed pretty dense but they weren't sure yet about the redhead. So they simply addressed each other with gestures or looks. "Help me pull out some beer," said one to another. A third took a seat on one of the lower cots, patting beside him as he looked to Katelyn with a warm, welcoming smile. Perhaps too warm. A fourth simply patted his lap as he took a seat on another cot, eyes on Jen. The fifth pushed dice and cards to the far end of the rickety wooden table so he could hop up, sitting on the edge, legs hanging over the side. It was the fifth, the second thief who sat on the table and who spoke up, smile as wide as a mile, "So, either of you ladies a good dancer?" |
Deterioration (Kayi) | The two girls begrudgingly accepted the blindfolds, Jenifer with a bit more enthusiasm to the arm around her waist than Kate. The priestess' curt reply to the offer for more was a rather blatant, "I'm only playing along for my friend. I have no intention of being any 'friendlier' than we were back at that ghastly scene earlier."Jen's reply significantly less negative and far more teasing, she leaned towards the voice and whispered back, "Well depending on just how much fun you want tonight, you better count it up again, because it might not be enough to pay for THAT kind of fun."Jenifer already knew that there were going to be twists and turns, counting a few paces here and there, enough that if they desperately needed to find this place again, she'd have some hope of guessing where it was, though Kate, of course, was utterly lost. Soon the two had moved down into the tiny hideout and Jenifer merely began to chuckle. "All of that secrecy and you had a hidden room?" she asked after the blindfold was removed. "You could've just brought us into the basement and treated it like an abandoned building, and we'd be none the wiser when we left, guessing you probably hid stolen goods here until they sold on the market."Kate merely tried to cover herself as she quietly took a seat, hoping to avoid the gaze of the men any further, she attempted to move as tightly as she could against one of the walls she sat beside, mumbling under her breath about her partner.When asked to dance, Jenifer spoke up again with her carefree laughter, "boys, boys. If you wanted to dance, you should've taken us someplace with music... After all, how suspicious must it be for an empty building to be playing wildly because you wanna see if I'll... maybe slip my clothes off a bit to a rousing tune..." as she spoke, she undid her chestguard, though it was more armor than fashion, she rarely was without it, for not having anyplace else to put it, and it did help for the occasional skirmishes that broke out around own like the one this group had just left. Without the chestpiece of her clothes to hold it all tight, the upper half of her outfit was slightly ill fitting and hanging off of her slender body, making her seem almost like a child wearing her mother's skimpy dress as she spun round a few times playfully, not so much as a dance, but to tease the group about their suggestion of dancing, before she spotted the one patting his lap, and playfully slung herself across his legs, one armed wrapped around his shoulders while she arched back and showed off to the others.Kate meanwhile couldn't help but look to the man who had finally returned her clothes, whispering softly, "Is this really what happens to mercenaries without a nobleman to order them around? Are you really this far gone that you can't stand up and make something better of this town?" She knew the answer as soon as she asked it, glancing at herself and Jenifer. If this were during the war, she would've cracked Jenifer on the head with her staff for even suggesting going with this group, and to come here herself was unthinkable after what they'd done to her. But here she sat, with the very people who humiliated her in front of the town, bold enough to strip and fondle her, and make dirty sex jokes, about a priestess no less, while she willingly was led to their hideout."j...just don't get too bold... we are not mere prostitutes who will sell our bodies for a few hundred gil..." Kate finally said in a defeated tone."Oh relax already. They had their fun with you before and they'll probably ask me to do the same. These boys just want to enjoy a few soft touches and some pretty women in their company... perhaps without clothes. I doubt any of them will give up a hundred gil just to have sex with one of us when there's plenty of cheap hookers back in town, and nicer places to have them at than this." Jenifer muttered, lifting herself back into a sitting position, her legs sprawled to straddling the man's lap she sat on and her short dress lifted enough to show off her furry panties while her dress was on the brink of falling off her narrow shoulders. She leaned back into the man she was sitting on and giggled again softly, "No offense, of course." |
Deterioration (Kayi) | "None taken," he replied with a wicked grin and a growing arousal beneath Jenifer's furry panties. All of them were grinning at this point, completely relaxed from the events of only a few minutes ago, both the way things could have gone and the way things did. Everyone was relaxed, the eyes of some on the slow, tantalizing gyrations of the redhead, and the eyes of others on the blonde whose buxom beauty was still ingrained in each their minds."Soft touches," he echoed her words from a moment before, looking to Jenifer, looking into her eyes, his grin understandably larger than the others'. "Mmm... and you're right, you can't dance without music. I suppose we could convince someone here to beat a rhythm on one of the barrels, maybe go find a flute or guitar to pluck some strings if you'd like something to dance to. But if you're not the kinda gal that likes to dance while she takes off her clothes..." Leather gloved palms came up to each of Jenifer's knees, sliding up, sliding up the smooth lengths of her thighs to rest open palms on either hip. Grinning, he continued, flickering torchlight illuminating them both, "Then maybe you could just grind some, eh?" With that he pulled her hips downward, urging her crotch down against his, inviting the woman to feel the erection separated from her only by her furry panties, and by the man's few layers of clothes."Got 'em alright, here," one of the others piped in, the squire, he and the archer having been knelt down to retrieve aleskins from beneath one of the beds. He handed one to the chemist sitting with Kate, tossed another across the room to land on the bed beside where Jen was straddling one of the thieves, tossed a third to the other thief on the table, and helped the archer come to a stand with a few more. "Some good, fermented beers there," he said as he popped one open, lifting it on high to take a good, solid swig. Maybe two swigs. No reason to skimp on the fun."What's the matter?" the one chemist asked Katelyn in a hushed tone. He took the aleskin handed to him to then set on the blonde's lap, He didn't care what was the matter. Like hell he did. This bitch simply had to loosen up, one way or another. He leaned in, warm breath dancing upon the skin of her neck first before his lips made contact, kissing the soft skin, meanwhile a hand moved to rest on her knee, fingers toying with the fabric of her white robe. The squire plopped down on the other side of her, youthful and grinning, content to sit there with his beer and watch. For the moment.The archer took a hearty pull from his skin as he went over to the table, leaning against it, coming to stand behind the other man and join him in watching Jen. Specifically, in watching the bared skin of her shoulders as that oversized clothing threatened to slip off with every little gyration... mmm... though, the brief glimpses of her furry panties were fighting hard for their attention."A hundred gil, huh? Is that what you want?" the thief whispered while gazing in the redhead's eyes, smiling, smiling wide. His voice was low, as if a private, intimate conversation, "That's do able, you know, pretty thing... One fifty if everyone here gets to have his fun... Two if you get your friend to loosen up 'n play some too." He leaned in to kiss her, forcing his tongue to part the thin woman's lips, tasting her, savoring the sweet feel. The ratio of women to men on the battlefield wasn't very good often enough you were surrounded by nothing but other guys for months at a time, and when you did happen to be grouped with a woman she was getting paid, and had no need to work for your coin. Nowadays though there were a million hookers in Dorter, women who would do whatever was asked for a third of this price, but there was just something about women who weren't whores... women who didn't do this as a daily routine, or at least didn't seem as if they did. That made it all the more naughtier. That made it all the more fun.Breaking the kiss after a few seconds he then reached to grab the aleskin on the mattress next to them. Pressing it to the loose fabric covering Jenifer's chest in an invitation to get piss fucking drunk with them that night, he simply looked to her, that same wide lipped expression seemingly plasted on his face, "Whaddya say?" |
Deterioration (Kayi) | Kate felt those touches against her body and began to recoil, bumping hard into the squire when she felt that kiss, "please don't..." she whispered to him, blushing darkly as she tried to pull her garments along with her. "I hardly know you other than as the guys who stripped me nude in the center of a town... and... I'd... I honestly dislike you...." she said softly, as if it was the greatest insult she could muster, even as she found herself suddenly sandwiched between the two men.The priestess' robes were shifted and moved as she slid over and tried to cover herself, but the outline of her body against the white fabric was only being made more obvious as she moved, ample breasts clearly outlined, her still firm nipples seen in the fabric by torchlight. "I... promised I'd play along... but only the same as outside... if.. you try anything else, we're leaving immediately... understand?" Kate said softly, blushing in shame as she actually agreed to the man's advances, a quick motion snatched the alcohol that she downed freely, not having ever drunk heavily herself, she knew that many people did so to hide their troubles, and hoped this would work for her as well... Jenifer blushed when she felt the sudden hands spreading her legs hard and that erection against her pussy. She smiled around the group and giggled softly, uncertain, a little scared even, as she let her dress' top begin to slip down, showing off her modest B cups to the men around her, "mh.. remember... not too far..." she whispered softly, "As long as it's not too far, everyone gets to have their fun..."The young girl took the wineskin and gave it a quick gulp, groaning and holding it away from herself at arm's length, "Eeew, what is this?" she said between her timid giggling, a nervous habit she couldn't break while she was surrounded like this. "It's awful..." she said, before bringing it back to her lips for another quick, hard drink, "EEew.. urgh...how do you drink that stuff..."Jen smiled at the men as her dress bundled around her hips, showing off most of her slender body, her small nipples excited, and she reached down to pull her undergarments aside enough to show off her young, perfectly hairless pussy, trimmed amazingly well as she grinned to the guys, "So what's the hundred gil party... and what's the hundred fifty gil party... and what's the six hundred gil party?" she asked teasingly, winking and blowing a kiss at a couple of the guys who were staring at her. |
Deterioration (Kayi) | At being told hey were 'disliked' the two men sandwiching Kate could only snicker, bemused sounds trickling lightly from their throats. "I can live with that," the squire shot back, "I've been called a lot worse."Meanwhile the other man, the chemist, continued to kiss the tender skin of Kate's pale neck, caring nothing of her hesitant recoiling. "So just what we agreed to before?" he whispered, open palm coming to cup Katelyn's left breast through the white fabric of her robe. He was in no way shy in his touch, palming her large breast, his fingers stretched fully to encompass the heavenly globe. "Before you were naked..." he continued to whisper, that hand leaving Kate's chest after a few seconds of fondling to slide down, down to the hem of her robe. But instead of pull it off himself he'd leave that to her for now his hand slid back up once he found the bottom, up and inside, up the priestess' smooth, pale leg, up past the waistband of her panties to then let his warm palm caress her flat, smooth belly. "Mmm, and you were very gorgeous," he spoke between light kisses, that daring hand daring a little further still, delving down the front of her furry panties. Caressing her thick, womanly bush with his fingers spread wide.The squire grinned as he watched. Taking another good swig of his aleskin, he then decided to reach to his crotch, shoving the front of his pants down a little just enough to pull his dick out, a decently sized erect cock and balls with a small patch of dark hairs at their base. The sight before him was great fun, her body, how she was being touched, knowing he'd get to see her naked again soon. How she acted like she didn't want this, but he knew she fucking did. So he stroked himself, his dick out shamelessly, grinning in enjoyment of the preshow. On the other side of the small room the men were laughing at how the redhead recoiled from the skin, only to then take another hearty drink. "It's beer," called out one of the men by the table. "Ain't taste too good but it'll get you in a fun mood quick!""God, what a fuckin'cunt," the other spoke out in admiration when Jenifer pulled the furry fabric aside to show off her cleanly shaven little snatch. The words came a little louder than intended, but at that realiztion the man only grinned to her, taking another swig of his ale."Thesix hundredgil party," the man beneath her groaned out, smiling wide, quite enjoying her topless, lithe form squriming about atop his erect member, "mmhnn...That'sif you an' your friend over there hang out with us, doin' whatever we want...whereverwe want," a word he emphasized by moving a hand from Jen's hip around to her ass, taking advantage of the pulled aside panties to rub a fingertip playfully against the redhead's pert little asshole. This brought a hearty laugh from the two others watching. "With us... with each other... and that party don't end 'til the sun comes up...""Hey, spin 'er around," called one of the others. "Let us get a look at those tits." It was a request easily obliged. The thief's hands both went back to Jenifer's hips where he encouraged her to spin around, her bare back to him now, b cup breasts exposed to the room. Both men at the table had their eyes plastered fully on her small, but still attractive chest. The thief's hands continued their attention to her body, one taking firm grip of her long red hair to pull it back, to guide her head back so his lips could lay soft bites at the base of her neck. His other hand delved down between her thighs, urging them apart, inviting her to retake that straddling position, simply facing away. His gloved palm rubbed firmly against the furry crotch of Jen's panties, as a simply, heady whisper left his lips, "Grind..." |
Deterioration (Kayi) | Kate whimpered a bit at her breasts being groped again, hands rubbing against her and suddenly diving beneath her robes and into her panties, fingers spreading her pussy slowly...It was humiliating to just let these thugs do this to her... all for a pittance of a few hundred gil. Her face flushed in hatred and detest at everyone in the room, as she gently reached down and lifted her robes, first showing off the man's fingers across her nethers, then her ample breasts coming into view as she tossed her robes behind her, angrily looking away, as if not watching what was done to her would somehow save her some embarassment."f..fine... just..." she stopped with nothing else to say. What could she say, after all? 'don't touch me?', 'don't go too far?', 'be a gentleman?', nothing that came to mind were anything this filthy lot would live up to, as she merely whimpered in growing shame, hoping they could already get their money and leave... Jenifer was in fairly good spirits though, a bit lightheaded after her drink, it was affecting her rather strongly, and she only giggled when the man called out about her cunt, making her lift her hips and show it off a little more, "Ya really like it?" she asked a little teasingly.She quickly spun round, sliding her panties off as she did, and her dress tossed aside next, so she found herself legs splayed and nude but for her boots as her hips began to move, rubbing up and down across that thick bulging cock that was still in the man's pants. "mh.. that feels really strangely good.." she whispered, growing hot in the face as she moaned ever so softly. "Ah... but I don't think my friend would enjoy the six hundred gil party... how about one fifty?" she asked, growing a little more bold from the alcohol as she rubbed her breasts slowly with one hand and spread her pussy lips with the other, modesty and common sense long gone from the foolish archer girl as she arched from the touches and the lips on her neck. |
Deterioration (Kayi) | The man's hand was gone, buried beneath her panties now, outstretched fingers stroking through the thick blonde curls existing as proof of Katelyn's womanhood. His eyes were closed he didn't need them to see. His lips kissed tenderly at the nape of her neck while his fingers delved downward still, down to spread her vaginal lips and to run a finger along her hot pink slit. "Relax," he whispered, lifting the aleskin to her with his other hand, urging her to take another drink. "Ain't gonna hurt ya, sweetheart. Just the opposite. We wanna be all nice to you, is all."The other man seemed content in enjoying the show, at least for the moment. His dick was out over the top of his pants with his warm palm robbing the length in slow, relaxed strokes. The squire's eyes went between Katelyn's lovely, luscious bosom down to the furry panties still covering her crotch, grinning, knowing full well what his friend was doing by the raised fabric over the man's hand. Eventually he grew bold enough to scoot closer to the pair, right up next to Kate, then to a half kneel in front of her, between her legs. The squire's hand left his dick to travel up the priestess' smooth, bare leg, up the back of her calf and past her knee. Up over her thigh and her panties, across her stomach, up to her left breast, which he gave a gentle squeeze. To her right he leaned in, kissing the warm, supple skin of her nipple."See?" the chemist continued in a gentle voice against the timid woman's ear. "Priestesses are such lovely, forgiving women, aren't they? Maybe you can forgiveusfor what happened back there?" He urged the aleskin to her hands again, favoring the idea of getting the woman at least tipsy. She needed the help to relax. "Can my friend take your panties off? He was pretty naughty back there, wasn't he? I'm sure he'd like a chance to show you how sorry he is." Another kiss to her neck. Then he cast a quick look down to the squire, "This one is a lady.You have to ask her nicely." And instantly he was back to kissing along the nape of Katelyn's neck, slowly, from her shoulder to her throat, up to just below her ear."Mmm," the squire chimed in, kneeling in front of her, his lips wrapped appreciatively around the woman's right nipple. "May I?" he asked after a few seconds, saliva glistening upon her areola when he removed his lips to look up at her, a mischevious little smile on his crooked little face. "May I,please?" He made sure to breathe on Jenifer's neck, letting his warm breath dancing upon her skin. There was no doubt to how much the woman was enjoying it from the way she arched her body and grinded down against him, and any encouragement to take his offer right now seemed entirely pivotal. "You strike me as a fun girl, you know," the thief continued in his whisperings, a hand moving to massage the breast Jen hadn't taken to herself. He squeezed her supple skin gently, very gently, rolling his fingers around the woman's tit, able to appreciate it despite Katelyn's completely bared only a few feet away. "Veryfun." His other hand dipped fingers into her hair, into red strands at the back of her head, silently urging her to lull back as far as her head could go. After a second his arms tightened around her, shifting her body some, just a bit, just enough to move her head from his right shoulder to his left, allowing the warm breaths and tender nibbles to grace the other side of her neck now."Maybe... mm," he murmured, smiling. "Maybe we can come to a fair agreement later, depending on your friend... looks to me like she's doin' alright over there. And so long as you're willing to pick up any slack, I don't see why this party's gotta end 'til we've all had our fill." He turned Jenifer's head to his to kiss her again, lips hungry, his mind filled with a heady lust, struggling to even think of negotiating still. Those lovely gyrations. He couldn't help but moan into her mouth. His fingers left her hair when the kiss broke, soon replaced by another though, and another after that, to move down to the archer's fit, firm abdomen, caressing her belly.The other men simply watched, sitting against the table, grinning, joking between themselves, mostly in hushed tones. One reached down to snatch Jen's discarded panties while the other took a heavy drink. Standing again, leaning back against the table, he was in no way shy in taking a long, solid whiff of her scent, grinning and staring at the bald little twat she was so generously spreading with her fingers. "Which hole do you think you want?" he could be heard saying to the other man as they exchanged items, one taking up the aleskin and the other checking out the worn undergarments for himself. Neither spoke again right away, simply grinning, enjoying the show. |
Deterioration (Kayi) | Kate shivered in quiet disgust as those fingers played inside her panties, making her twist and writhe while quietly cursing these men... though in word alone. Those kisses down her neck as she was offered another drink soon had her downing the rest of the flask in hopes she could forget all of this by the next morning, her face flushing with oncoming drunkenness while the squire stroked his cock before her and enjoyed watching her nearly nude body.Unable to relax or stop squirming at the unwanted attention, Kate felt herself moaning as the squire's hands caressed her breasts, and the chemist's fingers were making her pussy dripping wet. The man's words deceitful, but Katelyn could only nod and whisper weakly, "I.. fo..forgive you for what you've done... but please... stop now then..." she asked gently, head lowered in shame as those licks over her breasts made her nipples hard.She looked down at the younger man between her legs as a couple tears rolled down her cheeks, "please don't..." she asked him softly, feeling those kisses on her neck. She hesitated, mouthing softly again, "please don't..." before she said in a hushed whisper, "If you must... then you may..." Her own fingers sliding down and beginning to lower her panties for them, knowing she would soon be bared once more. Jenifer ever so close was moaning like a cheap hooker for the men, not to turn them on, but because of her hazed mind from the drink and those eager touches. Her body was hot and excited and her scent was screaming that she was ready, even if she wasn't quite there.Panting from the buildup, her body feeling like it was on fire, Jen whimpered weakly, shaking her head, "I ah.. nnh.d..don't... don't...oooh..." if it would've just been left at that, Jenifer would've agreed without further hesitation, but she overheard the two other men nearby, her mind snapping back to attention for a hectic second, "w..wait... wait a minute... I... no! I d..don't want to go that far...mh...p..please, I'd much rather just take a hundred gil and be on my way... may..maybe.. coming here was a bad idea..." she said softly, trying to stand and pry herself away from everyone nearby, her eyes darting to the exit so she could hopefully escape, not even stopping to think of Katelyn yet, nor the fact she was stark naked. |
Deterioration (Kayi) | He must. She had promised to strip to the degree she had been in the street, and in the street she had bared her thick, hairy bush to the world, not to mention the lovely pale ass sitting atop her thighs. The squire was all too willing to assist Katelyn in removing her panties, letting the priestess begin lowering them first before taking the waistband from her fingers to guide them the rest of the way. He slid the furry fabric down her thighs, down her calves, gently taking each of the woman's ankles to lift her booted feet enough to slide her underwear off. Though he didn't stop there, guiding Katelyn's left foot a bit higher once the panties had cleared the end of her boot. He brought her foot up and over his shoulder, letting it drape over back, scooting in close so that her knee was over his shoulder and her crotch now wonderfully close to his face. The other foot wasn't soon after, guided up to rest her knee over his other shoulder, however the panties hadn't been completely removed, instead left to dangle around the ankle of that second boot, behind his back."See? He'sveryhelpful," the chemist whispered against her neck. "And isn't he being gentle with you? Like some kinda gentleman, right? Mmm, see, if you let us treat you nice, Miss Beautiful, we will." He placed his palms on either of Kate's shoulders to steady her in place for a moment. Shifting from his spot on the bed, the man moved so that he was sitting behind the blonde, directly behind, the hands on her shoulders guiding her now to lean back against his chest. "Relax, relaaaxx... your friend is having fun, right? And so are we. And so are you. Everyone here is having a real good time." A hand sought to guide Katelyn's chin to a side, his lips finding hers with a tender eagerness. Kissing her. Soothing her. And once he had her locked in that loving touch both hands slid down to her chest, to her bosom, eager to appreciate the fine rack her body was gifted with. Palming her breasts, kneading her tits like handfuls of supple dough. Making sure to catch a nipple between a thumb and forefinger, making sure to give it a firm little rub.The squire hadn't hesitated for a moment. Hands were all over Kate's body at this point. His palms stroked along the outside of her thighs, moving upward, moving to her hips where they could stretch to encompass her pale, lovely backside. "Mmm," he murmured to himself as he lowered his face into her crotch, eyes closed, smirking at the tickle of her pubes and inhaling at the closeness of her feminine scent. No further words came. Simply lips. Simply tongue. He kissed at the priestess' shy little snatch, snaking his tongue out to glide up the length of her slit. "Whoa, whoa, sweetie," the thief spoke hastily to Jen in a friendly, but quick paced tone, reaching out for her when she tried to get up. He wasn't forceful, not in a harsh way, not yet, but he was firm in how he grabbed her waist and guided her back to sit again on his lap, on his eager bulge. "Not so fast. Heeeyy, don't be afraid," he tried to soothe her, one arm wrapping around her waist while the other reached to her crotch, firmly petting that bald, aching little cunt. "We're having fun. We're all having fun, aren't we? Mm, come on." A kiss to her jaw. Then another, his voice soft, trying to calm and to negotiate. "You're a pretty girl, aren't you?" Another kiss to her jaw. The petting at the apex of Jenifer's thighs quickly turned into a digit sliding up into that moist, textured hole. "They just like you, that's all... Don't be shy... And you can't get everyone all excited like this 'n then leave 'em all blueballed, can you?"One of the men from the table came over to hold out his aleskin to Jen. "Here. We're all just havin' us some fun, eh, right? You can have as much as you like." In case she finished hers. In case it would loosen her any further than she already was. The other man was busy undoing his pants, sliding them down, sliding them off, his own thick, rock solid cock coming into view. The tip glistened with a heavy amount of precum, no doubt a window into how lustful his desires currently were."Look at that. Mmm. See your friend over there? That shy little thing, even she's havin' a good time... makin' out with one'a my boys, gettin' her pussy eaten. Even she's havin' a good time. You're free to relax." Another kiss to her jaw. "See that?" Another. "How about this. How about you tell me what you wanna do, baby. Are you ok with it in here?" The glistening digit slid from Jen's bald cunt back to her puckered asshole, rubbing in a slow, firm circle. A few seconds later his palm went back to cup her crotch again, finger slid back inside her hot, wet vagina, a second finger sliding in with it to explore her textured depths. "Mmm, or maybe just here if you don't wanna? ...You gotta at least let us haveonehole." Another kiss. "A bunch moregriiinndiin', a bunch moredriiinnkiin', mmhh, and then you kneel down 'n blow 'n jerk a couple'a guys off. You can handle swallowing a couple loads, can't you, baby? That ain't too unfair now, is it?" |
Deterioration (Kayi) | Both girls quickly began to realize just how far the men wanted this 'party' to go, much to their regret in coming here.Though Jen realized it first, Katelyn's realization wasn't far behind. She let her panties slide off and her legs soon wrapped around the squire's head, with the chemists's arms soon around her as well. Those fingers, grabbing at her large, firm breasts, kneading slowly, working her nipple, it sent a shiver of pleasure down her spine, only deepening her disgrace, as suddenly her wet folds felt their first lick, an overeager tongue working against her so suddenly brought what she was holding in to the surface. Kate gave a desperate moan of unwanted pleasure, her voice growing loud without meaning to, "OOooooooh ooh mh..."Cheeks flushed with utter shame and humiliation at the pleasured sounds she just made, Katelyn began to struggle weakly, squirming in the arms around her and one of her hands lowering, putting her palm against the squire's forehead and gently trying to get him away from her wet pussy. "p.plea..ooh.please..mmh..s.stop.. I nnh..d.d...d...OOOOOOOOOH.... don't want this!" she spoke in a whisper between loud moans and whimpers, obviously desperate to get away now, but unable to bring herself to actually force her way free. Jen at least was more forceful with her struggles, finding the man's lips suddenly against hers as she pulled him back down got his lip bitten. The finger against her pussy showed that despite her protests, she was excited as well, dripping wet and eager, even if she wasn't. His rubbing sent her into her own drunken moans as she tried to put her hand against his chest, both for support and to push him away, "I d.don't want anymore of your drink..."The archer girl could see other men undoing their pants and hard dicks moving closer to her, and she shook her head firmly, trying to clear away what drink she'd already had. "Nh..I.. oh.. I wannt... I wanna... get out of this room... it's stifling..." she said quickly to his question, even as her backside was teased.When that finger moved back to her pussy again, her knees nearly buckled, two thick digits in her slender body, and she was nearly on the edge of an orgasm as his words rang in her ears, 'griiindin' she heard, "kneel down 'n blow 'n jerk a couple'a guys off..." she winced. All she meant to do was get naked and tease the guys a bit, and this was fast getting beyond her.Finally using a bit more force, she roughly forced herself off of the man's lap, trying to slip past the other men quickly and get to their hideout's little exit. She wasn't thinking of going out into the town stark naked, or that she'd be leaving her friend behind in a bad situation that she helped cause, she just wanted out... and fast... before she was on these men's menu. |
Deterioration (Kayi) | The men tending to Katelyn's body had no intentions of moving away. Firstly it was too obvious she honestly wanted this, even if she was too embarrassed to ever admit it aloud. Second there was the fact that they were paying for this. And third, quite simply, you didn't get a woman naked and stick your face in her crotch to just have things end, certainly not before the man, or men in this case, had yet to be satisfied.She wanted this way too much, and they were gentlemanly enough to try showing her that, to get her in the mood and wet rather than just doing this shit raw. The one knelt behind Katelyn and kept kissing her, first her neck and jawline, then her lips, before slipping his tongue between them, hiding any moans she would elicit within the confines of his mouth. His hands slipped beneath her arms, wrapping around her sides to fondle those gloriously beautiful breasts she bore, squeezing, caressing, grinning the whole goddamn time. She could be as shy as she wanted outside of this room, outside of this moment, but right now they were paying customers, and he was going to enjoy the alluring curves God saw fit to give her.The squire was no less apologetic in his actions. Tongue lapping dotingly up and down the priestess' exposed pink slit, the fingers of one hand held her hairy blonde lips parted for ease while his other pumped up and down eagerly on his shaft. "Mmmm," he moaned against her crotch, both from his pleasure and the flavor of hers. He couldn't help but grin while going down on this shy, busty woman. Kissing and slurping, tasting any moist, shameful droplet she could no longer hold in, his heart pounding with the anticipation of more... an anticipation he could no longer hold the fuck off. Pulling his lips away from her crotch, the squire stood, pants down, ass bare, dick in his hand, dark curls poking out from beneath his palm and all around his sac. Wordlessly he grabbed one of Katelyn's legs to hook around his waist and then followed with the other, letting go of his member to take full hold of her lower half. And with her legs raised and around him his hips leaned forward, forward and down, pressing the precum glistening head of his shaft against her hairy blonde snatch, preparing himself to thrust. However, only a few feet away from Katelyn, Jenifer's sudden allergy to a good time wasn't going to sit well with the men, least of all the one with a hard dick which she'd been grinding her bald little crotch against. The archer had two things very much against her, one being her growing inebriation and the other the fact that the one and only way in or out was blocked. They'd moved a heavy shelf to get in, and in case of something like this had moved it back in place so no one could quickly get out. That meant that, should she come up to the back of the old wooden structure blocking the archway, she'd find herself cornered as three very horny men took her back by force.Things didn't have to go this way.They could all have a very, very good time, if only certain people would play along.The men grabbed the nude, tipsy redhead, one taking each of her wrists and the other by her hair. They pulled Jenifer over to the wooden table, very forcefully bending her over it, slamming her down even, her small chest and one cheek coming to press hard against the wood. The man she'd been so gracious to grind against this whole time was the first behind her, dick out and ready, gloved fingers delving into her hair. "Fucking bitch, where did you think you were gonna go?" he spat out harshly. The other two snickered. A hard, very much ready shaft came to press against the curve of Jen's ass as the thief pulled his pants down over his bulge, pressing up immediately against her. One of the other men went to kneel by a bed to search around under it for a rope, the third standing beside the girl and his friend in case she decided to struggle."Nngnhn... mmm... fuck yes, that feels good," the thief groaned out as he thrust his hips forward, the wetness of her textured pink walls making the forceful entry that much easier. His body weight was fully leaning forward, pressing down on her, pinning her smaller frame against the table. "Mmmnn... fuckin' bitch... it ain't gotta be like this... ain't gotta be a rape..." He whispered his words right against Jen's ear, her hair falling in loose strands all about her face. "You call out to your friend over there to suck some dick, tell her to start riding like a champ, and we can all have a good time... Then you come back to the bed and we take turns with you proper..." The thrusts of his hips were already deep, his balls slapping against the back of her thighs, throbbing dick penetrating her hot, bald cunt. "Mmnngg... Or else we just do it like this..." |
Triwizard Troubles (mightydavidson ~ iilan) | Harry was home, well, what he considered to be home. The small brunette had just stepped off the Hogwarts Express and his heart felt as though it could just explode with happiness. The smell of the forest, the looming castle ahead, the Forbidden Forest's strange noises, they all made him feel welcomed and comforted, like a home should. His real home, number four Privet Drive, made him feel quite the opposite, like he was a prisoner and was quite the large burden upon the Dursley's. 'Thank God I'm out of that wretched place for the next few months.' He thought to himself as he adjusted his school robes before finally entering the Great Hall, a grin spreading across his delicate face. This was it, this was the place he had longed for the whole summer, the place he had been dying to get back to a place where he went without judgment for the most part, the place where he could cast spells, the place where his friends were. Speaking of his friends, how could they abandon him on the train like that? He had just gone to the bathroom and when he returned they were already on their way up to the castle.He looked down the Gryffindor table and spotted them, waving him over, and he hastily made his way to his seat next to Ron and directly across from Hermione. "Thanks for abandoning me you two, I never figured my two best friends would leave me on the train all alone." Ron and Hermione both rolled their eyes, Hermione speaking up. "You were taking forever, Harry! What were we supposed to do? Miss the carriages?""She's right Harry, for someone who claims he went to take a piss you sure took forever." Ron said, chucking as he chewed his food."Like Ron so rudely said," the girl said, throwing the red head a dirty look as she wiped some food that had shot out from the male's open mouth off of her uniform, "you were taking forever. You must have had to walk here because we're sure we got the last carriage."A light tint of redness came to Harry's cheeks, it was true, he had taken quite the long piss in the bathroom, but it was no excuse for them to abandon him. "Yeah, I walked, but it was nice! And my piss wasn't that long, honestly, it was three minutes max." Hermione and Ron were about to retort, but then Dumbledore began to speak and everyone in the Great Hall knew it was time to shut their traps.Instead of staring at the great wizard in front of him though, his eyes wandered about the Great Hall, looking at all the people. He could tell all the first years were scared shitless, their cheeks were still pudgy and they were practically shaking with excitement or nervousness. His eyes wandered to the Slytherin table, noticing Draco with a smug look on his face as he ignored Dumbledore's speech, trying hard to look rebellious. Next was the Ravenclaw table, all of them with their backs straight and staring at Dumbledore, all obviously listening intently and then there was the Hufflepuff table, and Harry's green eyes stopped as his they fell upon a certain boy, the Hufflepuff seeker, Cedric Diggory. His heart, even though he was entirely sure it was impossible, felt like it had expanded even more, excitement and happiness filling it. His brow furrowed a bit, what the hell was that all about? |
Triwizard Troubles (mightydavidson ~ iilan) | Though part of him was listening to the Headmaster talk about the Tri Wizard Tournament, Cedric Diggory's attention was focussed elsewhere. Having already read about the tournament in the Daily Prophet Cedric knew about most of the details already and was mostly paying attention in order to hear how he might be able to be a part of the tournament. The rest of his attention was focussed someplace it had often found itself in the previous two school years. Anybody who knew him well didn't have to ask what he was thinking about, they'd already know who was on his mind.Harry Potter.For quite some time Cedric had known he was gay and though he'd had some discrete relationships amongst his fellow Hufflepuffs, only Harry Potter had ever inspired anything resembling what Cedric thought true love might feel like. The problem was that Harry himself had no idea how Cedric felt about him and Cedric was quite frankly at a loss as to how to tell him. Many times he'd considered simply walking up to Harry and confessing his feelings but he thought that might be too forward, he certainly didn't want to scare Harry off.Watching Harry discretely out of the corner of his eye, Cedric ran his fingers through his auburn hair as he wondered if Harry was dating Ron or Hermione. Not for the first time he pondered the idea that Harry might already be an item with one of his best friends and just as he had many times before, he pushed the thought from his head. That would only make him crazy.'So how do I turn the Boy Who Lived, into the Boy Who Loves Me?" Cedric thought to himself. |
Triwizard Troubles (mightydavidson ~ iilan) | As Dumbledore rambled on about something called the Triwizard Tournament, Harry found himself to continue to glance at the auburn haired Cedric Diggory, the seeker of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team. He looked back to Dumbledore for a moment, in case anyone was watching him actually stare at Cedric. How awkward would that be? To be caught staring at another boy. Truth be told, he didn't even know why he was looking at the boy, he couldn't explain it, it made him feel...strange. He noticed Cedric's striking features, his high cheek bones, his soft looking hair, his pink lips...Harry felt like he was about to smack himself! What the hell was he thinking? Was he really admiring Cedric Diggory for his looks? Only the girls at Hogwarts did that, not him. Still though, he glanced at the male for a bit longer than was needed and noticed that the other male was actually looking at him. Shit! Did he know he was staring? Did he think he was a freak or something? Well, Cedric wasn't looking at him strangely, he was simply staring, giving no indication as to whether he was feeling disgusted on the inside from being gawked at by Harry.So what did Harry do? He simply smiled at the male softly, trying to give off some sort of vibe that he was friendly, he raised his hand and waved for a slight moment before putting his hand back onto the table. He hoped he didn't freak Cedric out or anything, the two barely knew each other. They perhaps exchanged words before a Quidditch game or two and slammed at one another on their broomsticks during games, but that was about the pinnacle of their interaction together. Harry stiffened as he felt a sharp jab to his side, looking to his left to see Ron with a confused look on his face. "Why is Cedric Diggory staring at you?" He whispered so Dumbledore wouldn't hear him, Harry simply shrugged his shoulders, he truly didn't know the answer to that question. |
Triwizard Troubles (mightydavidson ~ iilan) | Lost in his thoughts concerning Harry Potter, it took Cedric a few moments to realise that the boy in question was actually looking at him. For a moment he couldn't belive that it was true then Harry smiled and waved at him and Cedric's heart soared within him. Trying to look casual Cedric returned the smile and waved back but inwardly Cedric was anything but calm, as his mind was racing.Harry had smiled at him, did that mean the other boy was interested in him or was Harry simply being polite? The younger boy certainly appeared to have been staring at him but that could just be wishful thinking on his part since he'd often imagined Harry staring lustfully at him before prompting Cedric to walk over to him and.....'Now this is no place for that,' he chided himself, mentally. 'The last thing I need is to get all hot and bothered in the Great Hall. Fancy trying to explain that.'Still the moment had been noticed and Cedric catalogued it in his mind. Perhaps his dreams of romance with Potter weren't so hopeless after all. |
Triwizard Troubles (mightydavidson ~ iilan) | "And now Prefects, please guide your first years to their common rooms." Dumbledore said, finally finishing his lengthy speech about the Triwizard Tournament.Harry felt his stomach turn as Cedric returned his friendly smile and wave. He instantly questioned his body about this, wondering what the feeling was. To be honest, the feeling was oddly familiar, he had felt it before about a girl once, but never about a boy. The feeling was one of a crush forming, but Harry didn't want to believe it. He didn't find boys attractive, he was pretty positive of that fact. As everyone stood to go to their common rooms, he stood put for a few seconds, still staring at Cedric like a madman. "Harry, you coming?" Hermione asked as she looked at him with a raised brow.The boy shook his head, "no, I'll meet you guys there in a few minutes."Ron chuckled at this and looked over at Cedric. "Going to confront Diggory about his little staring problem?"Harry rolled his eyes, but nodded at the male. "I'm going to say hello, no need in getting on his bad side if we're going to be playing against each other in Qudditch, I don't want him to curse a bludger or anything like that." Truth be told, that wasn't what he was going to do at all, oh no. He wanted to see what was going on with Cedric, to see if something was wrong with him, there was no reason for him to be staring at him like he was, but then again there was really no reason for Harry to be staring at Cedric either.The boy pushed past a couple people, mostly younger ones who didn't know where they were going until he got to Cedric. His palms were sweating and he could feel adrenaline moving through his veins, he was nervous, terribly so. He cleared his throat and plastered a small smile on his face. "Erm...Cedric?" His voice was a bit soft, nervous to be talking to the male, but loud enough to hear. "I just wanted to say hello and that to wish you luck with Quidditch this year." Well, maybe he didn't lie to Ron after all. |
Triwizard Troubles (mightydavidson ~ iilan) | As he watched Harry Potter walking over to him, Cedric wondered what was on the famous boy's mind. Would Potter be upset that Cedric was staring at him or merely curious about why Cedric was staring at him? Naturally Cedric hoped for a sudden declaration of undying love but he was practical enough to realise that was unlikely at this stage. The greeting he recieved was all he could've expected really though Cedric thought he detected some nervousness in Potter's voice."Hello Harry," Cedric replied, as he discretely looked the other boy over. "Thanks for the good wishes, I'd wish you good luck as well but I'm afraid the Tournament might interfere with Quidditch this year."Which would likely annoy a good many people and would've annoyed Cedric himself, were he not focussed entirely upon winning the heart of the boy in front of him."You alright there Harry?" he asked, curiously. "You seem a bit nervous." |
Triwizard Troubles (mightydavidson ~ iilan) | Shit. Cedric noticed he was a bit nervous. Well, it's not like he hid it entirely well, his voice was a bit breathy and he most likely had a blush across his cheeks, that happened whenever he got nervous, excited, or angry...or nearly any emotion as it turned out. Another thing Harry wanted to kill himself for was not listening to Dumbledore, seeing as now he looked like a fool for not noticing that the Tournament was going to interrupt with Quidditch, even though the headmaster just said it. "Oh, right." The boy said, trying to pull a convincing fake laugh out of his ass. "Well, never mind then about Quidditch."Along with the fake laugh he just pulled out of his ass, he was now attempting to pull out acting. "Nervous? Oh, no. What would I have to be nervous over?" Harry smiled lightly at the male, his green eyes staring into the other man's light brown ones. 'Could it be that I'm nervous because I'm experiencing some rather strange feelings while I'm talking to you? Or the fact that you were staring at me less than thirty seconds ago and now here I am, looking like an idiot.' Harry's stomach lurched as he stood there, feeling like a complete dumbass, which Cedric probably also thought he was. "Did you have a nice summer holiday?" He questioned, attempting to change the subject. "I mean, after the whole Quidditch World Cup fiasco." |
Triwizard Troubles (mightydavidson ~ iilan) | Oh Harry might have any number of things to be nervous about, Cedric thought to himself as he checked out the other boy. Looking into those green eyes, Cedric hoped that it was him who was making Harry nervous because Harry actually was interested in him. It was almost to much to hope for but it wasn't beyond the realm of possibility."Oh it was pretty good, all things considered," Cedric replied, hoping he wasn't being too obvious as he checked Potter out. "None of my family was hurt during the attack thankfully. How was your summer?"Of course, Cedric had heard that Harry didn't get on with the muggle family he lived with but he didn't know all the details and hoped he hadn't said something to upset Harry. After all he'd had no idea what else to ask just then and it was probably way to early to admit his own feelings for Potter. He wanted to dearly of course but he understood that being to forward could frighten Harry off since Cedric was almost certain Harry was fairly inexperienced at this sort of thing. |
Triwizard Troubles (mightydavidson ~ iilan) | Harry's brow raised slightly as he noticed Cedric looking him over like a piece of meat. Perhaps it was just his imagination or something like that, or perhaps Cedric was just admiring his school uniform? He tried to make up excuses, but none seemed to fit quite right. Was the older boy actually checking him out? He couldn't be, that was just ridiculous. Cedric liked Cho Chang, right? Well, that's what he heard last year anyway."Well, I'm glad no one in your family was hurt." He smiled, running his hand through his dark hair idly. "None of us were hurt either, I think we were pretty lucky." He winced a bit once Cedric asked about his summer. His summer was filled with boring, long days and constant yelling. He couldn't send out letters and he wasn't receiving many either. "To be honest my summer was pretty horrendous, but I'm glad to be back at Hogwarts." He laughed slightly, hoping to shrug off any awkwardness that may have been caused. He looked behind him as chairs scraped the floor and the teachers were leaving and noticed that he and Cedric were the only two students left in here. "We better go. we can talk while we walk if you'd like." |
Triwizard Troubles (mightydavidson ~ iilan) | The situation was a bit akward but not so much that Cedric was discouraged. He hadn't scared Potter off after all and there were some indications that he might be interested, strong indications even and not just flights of fancy conjured from Cedric's lusty imagination."I would like that," Cedric admitted, with a smile. "Perhaps we can even hang out together some time, if you want to?"A bold first step but Cedric was well aware that friendship had to be offered before his true feelings could be admitted. Getting Potter to trust him was very important, especially since he didn't want Harry thinking he was simply a one night stand for him. Harry was much more then that and had been for quite awhile.Cedric recalled Harry's second year at Hogwarts and that messy business with the Chamber of Secrets. He hadn't for a moment belived Harry was guilty of the attacks but Harry looked so upset at being blamed that Cedric had wanted to snuggle him close and hold him untill Harry had cheered up again. He hadn't of course but part of him regretted not doing so. |
Triwizard Troubles (mightydavidson ~ iilan) | Cedric Diggory, the man most girls at Hogwarts lusted after wanted to hang out with him. What the fuck was this? When did he become so popular with the older kids? Well, it might have been something to do with him being the Boy Who Lived...three times. Perhaps Cedric wanted to know more about his encounters with Voldemort or something? 'Or maybe he just wants to be my friend...I'm a nice, interesting person, right? Right.' He nodded, assuring himself that Cedric was simply interested in starting a friendship with him for the sake of having more friends, nothing more."Sure, I'd love to hang out with you sometime." Harry said as they walked out of the Great Hall and began to ascend the staircases. "Maybe we can find something to do around the castle, or go to Hogsmede on one of the trips or something." He smiled and shrugged. "We'll figure something out."Truthfully, Harry was a bit scarce for ideas for two boys to do together. When he and Ron hung out it was always with Hermione and on the rare occasions that she wasn't there, they were usually doing something involving Voldemort or talking about a crush Ron has or something of that sort, nothing really terribly exciting or groundbreaking. "Unless you have something you want us to do." Harry could feel the nervousness slowly shrink and a bit of confidence rise, although he was still a bit skeptical about the feeling that was running through his body, he put those thoughts aside for the moment. |
Triwizard Troubles (mightydavidson ~ iilan) | Oh Cedric could think of several things to do with Harry, things he was pretty sure Harry would enjoy immensley. However those things were going to have to wait a bit, at least untill he and Harry became more comfortable with each other. Something Cedric hoped would happen fairly quickly."Oh I'm sure we'll figure something out," Cedric agreed. "I don't think anybody's discovered all there is to learn about Hogwarts, I'm sure just exploring could occupy us for quite some time."Though at the moment the only interest Cedric had in exploring was discovering out of the way places where he could have fun with Harry without getting caught. Not that he didn't enjoy exploring now and then, he certainly did, but at the moment he had a bit of a one track mind."I know a couple of good places in Hogsmeade too, now that I think about it," Cedric added. "I could show you them the next time we go into town." |
Triwizard Troubles (mightydavidson ~ iilan) | "Exploring sounds fun, I'm sure there's tons in this castle no one has found yet, but exploring Hogsmede sounds even better." Well, technically, with the Marauder's Map Harry could find nearly anything in this castle with just a few words, but he couldn't tell Cedric that, the map was his little secret. He smiled as they arrived at the portrait of the Fat Lady and turned to look at Cedric. "Thanks for walking me to my common room." Oh lord, Harry realized that's usually what you said at the end of a date or something, he hoped Cedric didn't take it the wrong way. "Well...I'm sure I'll see you around, but if you want to make plans for tomorrow or something, want to meet me somewhere?" Harry felt like he was setting up a play date or something and that made him feel extremely weird, but he simply placed a smile on his face and forced himself through it. The man did seem interesting and if he wanted to be friends, Harry certainly wouldn't mind it. |
Triwizard Troubles (mightydavidson ~ iilan) | "That would be fine with me," Cedric replied, with a grin. "Perhaps we could meet by the entrance?"This was going better then Cedric had ever expected. Though he'd been harbouring his feelings for Harry for a couple of years now, part of him had never belived that Harry might actually be interested. It was a small part, the very tiny portion of Cedric's personality that harboured cynicism and Cedric was quite happy that his more romantic thoughts appeared to be accurate."Unless of course you'd rather meet me someplace else?"Naturally Cedric didn't care to much where Harry met him, so long as Harry did actually meet him. He felt as if he was planning a date and the very idea made his heart race. |
Triwizard Troubles (mightydavidson ~ iilan) | "The entrance is great, I'll meet you there in the morning then, after breakfast?" It wasn't really so much an actual question, seeing as Harry wasn't exactly waiting for an answer. He gave Cedric a smile and a small wave before muttering the password to the Fat Lady and she swung open, allowing the boy inside. "It was fun talking to you, Cedric, see you tomorrow." And with that, Harry was gone, inside the common room and the Fat Lady closed behind him. Harry would be lying if he wasn't happy with himself and the huge grin on his face was a telltale sign that he was happy. He was actually excited to see Cedric tomorrow, nearly throughout all of his years at Hogwarts it was always just Ron and Hermione as his friends, perhaps Cedric wanted to be his best friend as well? The Hufflepuff Hottie, as he was called by many adoring girls, wanted to be his friend. Harry rolled his eyes, feeling like a giddy schoolgirl who had just talked to the most popular boy in school how ridiculous. Still, he was truly excited for tomorrow, though deep down he wasn't exactly certain if it was because he was making a new friend, or because he just wanted to see Cedric again. |
Triwizard Troubles (mightydavidson ~ iilan) | "See you tomorrow Harry," Cedric replied, as Harry walked into Gryffindor Tower. Once Harry was gone, Cedric turned around and began walking to his own house, whistling a happy tune as he did so.Wether or not Harry Potter was interested in him or not hadn't quite been decided yet, regardless he was going to see Harry tomorrow and at the very least it looked liked the two of them would end up being friends. It was better then nothing at all and it was an excellent first step, if he wasn't imagining all those signs that Harry was interested in him.Tomorrow was definetly shaping up to be an interesting day. |
Triwizard Troubles (mightydavidson ~ iilan) | Morning came a lot sooner than he expected, but truthfully Harry was a bit excited to wake up. He told himself that it was just because he wanted to have school start finally and that having Saturday start meant Monday would come even sooner. The boy also knew that he was indeed feeding himself bullshit, but he knocked that thought right out of his brain as he dressed himself, his hair still a bit damp from his shower.Ron and Hermione were waiting for him in the Great Hall. Ron shoveling his breakfast down his throat and Hermione occasionally pecking at things on her plate. "Good morning, Harry." Hermione said as the boy took a seat next to her, Ron nodding at the male as he shoved some eggs into his mouth the boy obviously missed the house elves' cooking. The brunette girl rolled her eyes at the red headed male and turned her attention to Harry, closing some book that she was reading. "Do we have any plans for today? Only one more day until school actually begins." Harry smiled, hearing the excitement in Hermione's voice even though she attempted to hide it."Actually, Cedric Diggory asked me to hang out with him today." Harry announced to the two of them, moving his fork to play with his own food. Ron had stopped eating and Hermione's brow raised as she looked at Harry. "What the bloody hell does he want to hang out with you for?" The red head blurted out, his brows furrowed together. "Ronald! Please!" The brunette glared daggers at the male before looking back to Harry. "I think what Ron means is that it's rather strange for Cedric to want to hang out with a fourth year when he's...older, more mature." Harry appreciated how she tried to put it in kinder words, but he did understand where she was coming from. "I honestly don't know why he wants to spend time with me, but I think it's great, making new friends and all. I mean you two have more friends besides me, right? It's time for me to get at least one more, don't you think?" His two best friends couldn't argue with that, Hermione hung out with Ginny on occasion and Ron had his share of male friends that lived in the same room with he and Harry.The boy hurried through his breakfast and said his farewells to Hermione and Ron before moving to the entrance of the school, right outside the front doors. Being September and all, Fall was coming and Harry shivered slightly as a strong gust whipped his hair a bit. Where was Cedric? He hoped they would be going somewhere a bit warmer. |
Triwizard Troubles (mightydavidson ~ iilan) | Though he had no specific idea where he intended to go with Harry, Cedric did indeed plan to head someplace warmer then the front entrance. As much as he loved the outdoors, enduring the fall weather was not what he considered a good time even if he was spending that time with Harry."Hello Harry," Cedric called, as he reached the front entrance. "I hope I haven't kept you waiting long."Truth be told, Cedric had hurried through his breakfast as quickly as he could but as he didn't want to be a bad example for the younger students he refrained from actually wolfing his food down. Apparently Harry hadn't worried about that or simply ate faster then Cedric did. At any rate Cedric didn't care why Harry was early, he was simply glad that Harry was there."I figured we could start exploring up on the third floor, up where they used to keep that three headed dog that you and your chums outwitted," Cedric said. "I've always wondered if all the tunnels you went through to find the Philosopher's Stone were still there."Which was quite true, though at the moment Cedric was more interested in privacy then he was in exploration. Being alone with Harry just now was far more important to him then anything. |
Triwizard Troubles (mightydavidson ~ iilan) | Harry smiled once he saw Cedric appear at the front entrance. His mind couldn't help but register how good he looked in this dull light, his hair whipping a bit from the wind. His eyes widened a bit as he realized what he was thinking. He mentally smacked himself, wondering what the hell it was all about. He liked girls, not boys! He was certain of it, but there was no problem admiring handsome men, right? Right. "No, I wasn't here long, just got here actually." He moved closer to the older male and towards the entrance. He was very, very relieved once Cedric mentioned that he wanted to explore inside the castle as opposed to outside, especially since he didn't even bring a jacket. "That's a great idea! I doubt Fluffy is still there, so we won't have to deal with that monstrosity." He motioned Cedric with his hand as he walked back into the castle. "Come on, I think I still remember the way." |
Triwizard Troubles (mightydavidson ~ iilan) | "Lead the way then Harry," Cedric replied, with a smile. Without hesitation Cedric followed Harry, not caring what anybody might think as he did so. He'd long ago learned not to let people's opinions bother him, he was the way he was and if that bothered anybody then that was their problem.'Not that many folks would give me grief for following Harry Potter,' Cedric thought. 'I wonder if Harry knows how many people would gladly follow him to fight Voldemort, if he only asked?'Of course there were other benefits to following Harry, namely the opportunity to admire the younger boy's bottom as he walked. Certainly Harry was a little on the thin side but Cedric thought he had a fine arse despite that and Cedric had certainly done enough comparing to know.'Don't know what girls see in Malfoy,' Cedric mused. 'Harry's much nicer looking and twice as pleasent besides!" |
Triwizard Troubles (mightydavidson ~ iilan) | The boy lead the way to the third floor, just like Cedric had asked. After thinking for a moment he finally figured out just which door was the one to Fluffy's chamber. "This is it." He told Cedric, looking back to smile at the taller male before pulling the door open. It had only been three years or so since he had last stepped into the room, but it was already a bit dusty and even gloomier than he had remembered it. "Lumos." He muttered as he pulled out his wand, using it to light up the room, seeing as there were absolutely no traces of light, save for one torch. He looked around the room, noticing how absolutely dull it was, which probably disappointed Cedric. "I swear this place was a lot more lively when the three headed dog was here." He laughed slightly, pointing his wand in different directions to see if there was anything interesting. He stepped further into the room and found the trap door Fluffy guarded and got on his knees, staring at it, wondering if there was anything under there any more. |
Triwizard Troubles (mightydavidson ~ iilan) | "Well just between you and me," he replied, as he looked around the room. "I prefer the gloomy room to the three headed dog anyday. Better to be bored then to be eaten."Walking over to where Harry was kneeling, Cedric looked at the trapdoor speculatively. It shouldn't be too hard to get open, even if the hinges had rusted a bit so if Harry wanted to explore down there Cedric doubted there would be any difficulty."You think there's anything still down there?" he asked. "I'd imagine the staff would've removed the Devil's Snare by now. Still goint to be tricky navigating the drop though."He and Harry could summon their brooms of course, though he wasn't sure if Harry had learned that spell yet. |
Triwizard Troubles (mightydavidson ~ iilan) | Truth be told, Harry did want to explore down there. He had never even thought of exploring the damn place, his and Cedric's friendship was off to a great start already. "Yeah, if Fluffy were here I would probably piss myself. Facing a three headed dog once was pretty shocking, but if I had to do it again I'd probably die." He joked, looking next to him to see Cedric's face. His heart jumped a bit as he glanced at the male, which made Harry blush, fuck this could not be happening. He could not think Cedric Diggory was attractive. "Um...n no, I doubt the Devil's Snare is still down there. I mean, it's been three years they had to have taken it out, especially if Fluffy is gone." He rubbed his head for a moment. "Do you have any ideas? I mean...if you want to go, that is." |
Triwizard Troubles (mightydavidson ~ iilan) | "Well we could summon our brooms to fly down there," Cedric replied. "If you know that spell that is. Otherwise I could summon my broom and we could double up."Which was actually a better idea, now that Cedric thought about it. The idea of Harry Potter's body pressed to his own as they rode down was simply too wonderful. Especially as he was becoming more and more sure that there was some interest there. He was no expert certainly but he'd seen the signs often enough in others to recognise them in Harry."Shouldn't be too much trouble," he said, as he reached down to pull the trap door open. "So long as we don't try to descend to quickly. What do you say Harry?" |
Triwizard Troubles (mightydavidson ~ iilan) | Harry was a bit embarrassed to admit it, but he hadn't learned the summoning charm yet. "I guess we're going to have to double up." The boy said, a small smile coming to his lips. He hoped it wouldn't be uncomfortable for Cedric, because the more he thought about it, he wouldn't mind being pressed to Cedric, with only the other boy's body to keep him from falling. He was happy that the other boy wanted to join him down there, it was sort of like he was showing him a part of his past, a part he had only shared with Hermione and Ron, but now with Cedric Diggory. Perhaps this was going to be the start of a great friendship after all. "Well, cast the spell and summon your broom, we haven't got all day." He teased, but truthfully he was a bit impatient. |
Triwizard Troubles (mightydavidson ~ iilan) | Smiling, Cedric pulled out his wand and gave it a little wave."Accio broom," he called out. "It might take a few moments, it has to get here from Hufflepuff house after all."He had to admit, he liked the teasing tone in Harry's voice. It suggested a playful side to Harry's personality that Cedric found intriguing. He only had a couple of minutes to dwell on it however before his broom arrived. Deftly catching it in one hand, Cedric put his wand away and straddled it with confidence."Hop on Harry," Cedric said, cheerfully. "Front or back, I don't imagine it'll make a whole lot of difference."Though Harry had grown since Cedric had first seen him, the Gryffindor seeker wasn't terribly large yet and Cedric figured there would be just enough room for both of them on his broom provided Harry snuggled up nice and close to him. |
Triwizard Troubles (mightydavidson ~ iilan) | Harry blushed as Cedric asked him to take a seat, he didn't even know why he did, but it happened. His dirty teenage mind saw it as sexual and when teenage minds started thinking about sex it was never a good sign. He gathered up the courage to slowly walk over to Cedric's broom and settle himself in front of him, scooting back a bit so that his ass was now within about an inch from Cedric's crotch. "I hope you're not uncomfortable." He said softly, nervousness obviously in his voice. Who could blame him though? Right now pretty much any girl in Hogwarts would kill him to the a chance to ride on the same broom as Cedric Diggory, but it was him, Harry Potter who got to, and he couldn't help but feel a bit smug. |
Triwizard Troubles (mightydavidson ~ iilan) | "Not at all," Cedric replied as he reached down to take hold of the broom with one hand, noting as he did so that he reached between Harry's legs to do so. "I'm quite comfortable and I hope you are too Harry."As he spoke his other arm wrapped around Harry's waist and pulled him a bit closer, to make certain Harry was nice and secure. That this also resulted in Harry's rear being pressed to his crotch was simply a happy bonus that he hoped Harry was enjoying as much as he was.Rather then dwell upon this delightful situation overly much however, Cedric lifted off and began to slowly descend through the trap door. He went slowly not only in an effort to descend as safely as possible but also to prolong the feeling of Harry's body against his own which was sending his heart racing. Even the smell of Potter's hair made his heart flutter and he could only hope that his presence was effecting Harry in the same way. |
Triwizard Troubles (mightydavidson ~ iilan) | "Yeah, I'm quite alright." The boy said in almost a whisper as Cedric wrapped his arm around the boy's slim waist and pulled him even closer. Harry blushed instantly as he felt the older male's crotch and thighs on his ass. To be honest, he thought he would have freaked out and punched Cedric in the face or something, but no, that's not what he did at all, in fact, he felt warmth and comfort he liked it. Harry actually liked being between Cedric's legs, the other male's arm wrapped around him. He looked at the male's hand between his crotch and he set his own hands on the broom, one touching Cedric's just barely, but still touching. He didn't know if he was crossing any boundaries with their hands touching or anything, but Harry went ahead and did it, he liked it. Without trying to show too much movement, he leaned back into the Hufflepuff as they descended, trying to push his body even closer to the males. 'What the fuck am I doing?' He questioned himself, knowing that not only was this highly inappropriate, but also was contradicting with the idea that Harry had in his head that he liked women obviously Cedric was changing this idea. |
Triwizard Troubles (mightydavidson ~ iilan) | The touch of Harry's hand against his own sent a shiver of pleasure through Cedric's body, which made him smile softly and caused his body to react in the expected manner. Snuggling Harry closer as they continued to descend, Cedric reckoned that by the time they reached the bottom Harry ought to be quite aware of how Cedric felt about him if he knew anything about how the male body worked.'How would Harry feel about that?' Cedric wondered, as he savoured the feeling of Harry's body pressed against his own. 'Would he be ok with that? Would he be turned on?'Naturally Cedric didn't speak any of his questions out loud, figuring the strong and silent approach was the best way to go at the moment. He did however look Harry over as best he could, in the hopes of finding some indication of how Harry felt. |
Triwizard Troubles (mightydavidson ~ iilan) | By the time the two had reached the bottom, Harry had a pretty good idea as to how Cedric felt about him, seeing as he could feel his erection through his school pants. What the hell was he supposed to do? How should he handle this? There was no way it was over him, right? 'It has to be over me...I'm the only one here!' Thinking about this made the boy want to hyperventilate. Could Cedric actually pop a woody over just holding him close to him like this? Perhaps it was just the friction of their bodies touching or something? Yes! That had to be it. Still, he had to confront him, he couldn't exactly not let it go unnoticed, seeing as he was pretty positive Cedric knew what was going on down their anyway. "Erm...Cedric? You've got an erection." Harry said, looking back to the male with a small smile. |
Triwizard Troubles (mightydavidson ~ iilan) | Cedric returned the small and nodded, since there was no point in trying to deny it. After all it had been pressed up against Harry's bottom for the past couple of minutes, quite enjoyably too."Yes I do," Cedric admitted. "Thanks to you Harry."It was a bold step admittedly but Cedric felt it was pointless to pretend Harry hadn't been responsible for his hard on. Anyway, Harry was a very smart boy and had likely figured it out for himself by now. Besides, Cedric wanted to see how Harry reacted to this information. |
Triwizard Troubles (mightydavidson ~ iilan) | "Oh." That was all Harry had to say about the situation, mostly because he felt so uncomfortable he actually didn't know what to do. He knew what he should be doing, he should be getting off this broom as fast as possible and accusing Cedric of being homosexual, but what he wanted to do was to sit here and just feel the erection on his ass and Cedric's arm around his waist, pulling him back against him. "W Well...I'm flattered." He whispered to the male, turning back to look at his face. Harry felt numb, positively numb, he didn't know what to do and even if he did he wouldn't be able to make his muscles work to get off this broom and react. "I don't know what to do, Cedric." He said, staring into the male's eyes, trying to figure out exactly what he wanted him to do. |
Triwizard Troubles (mightydavidson ~ iilan) | Cedric was a homosexual of course and would freely admit it if Harry accused him. He wasn't ashamed of it after all, it was a part of who he was and he'd long since learned to accept it. Looking into Harry's eyes however, he could understand if the younger boy was having difficulty with it."What would you like to do Harry?" Cedric asked, softly. "Do you like feeling me pressed against you like this? There's nothing to be ashamed about if you do."Cedric was going to make sure Harry realised that. He wasn't sure how it was viewed in Muggle society but Cedric knew that homosexuality wasn't exactly accepted in wizarding society, though it wasn't precisely frowned upon either. Having gone through it himself he knew that discovering one's sexuality could be scary, and he intended to help Harry with that as much as possible. |
Triwizard Troubles (mightydavidson ~ iilan) | Harry nodded almost immediately once Cedric asked if he liked it, he wasn't going to lie to the male, it felt nice that he caused that to happen. He couldn't believe that he actually caused a boy as attractive as Cedric to get hard and to be honest he felt a bit smug for it. As to what he would like to do with the male's cock...well, he'd like to touch it, but if he did, there was no turning back. Still though, he didn't exactly care at the moment if there was no turning back if he touched Cedric's dick, because that's really all he wanted right now. "I'd like to touch it...if you don't mind." Harry said, trying to make his voice sound as unshaken as possible. |
Triwizard Troubles (mightydavidson ~ iilan) | The words made Cedric's heart soar and though he appeared calm on the outside, on the inside he was cheering wildly. After all this was pretty much all the proof that he needed: Harry Potter was attracted to him."I don't mind at all," Cedric replied, with a cheerful smile. "Go right ahead and touch it if you want to."Cedric certainly wanted him to, and he wanted to touch Harry's in return. Indeed this was pretty much a recurring dream come true. |
Triwizard Troubles (mightydavidson ~ iilan) | Whenever Cedric smiled, Harry couldn't help but smile back, there was just something about him that made him light up. He took the male's hand and removed it from his waist before getting off of the his broom. He turned got down on his knees in front of Cedric, his crotch now directly in front of his face. He couldn't believe what he was doing, not even half an hour ago did he ever think that he'd be back down to where he fought Voldemort during his first year with Cedric Diggory, getting ready to touch the male's cock. Well, to be honest, he actually never thought he'd be touching another male's dick in the first place, but here he was, his shaky hand running the male's pant covered thigh until he ran his fingers against it, against the large bulge in his pants. "Y You're kinda big...y'know that?" He questioned with a small laugh as he gripped his dick through his pants. |
Triwizard Troubles (mightydavidson ~ iilan) | Gasping softly as he felt Harry's hand upon his arousal, Cedric still managed to smile at the compliment. Harry's little laugh as he touched him was rather endearing as well actually, and it made him even more attracted to the boy."Thank you Harry," he replied. "You can take it out if you like, get a better look at it. I don't mind at all."Heck if Harry asked him, Cedric would probably get naked without a second thought. He eagerly looked forward to a time when Harry would do the same for him. |
Triwizard Troubles (mightydavidson ~ iilan) | Harry took Cedric's offer and undid his pants, pulling them down along with his boxers, his eyes mesmerized as his cock flopped out, standing at full attention. "Woah." He said, a grin on his face, Cedric sure had a nice dick, it wasn't too big or too small, it didn't have any insane veins or anything, it was just perfect, well perfect for Harry, who had only seen two dicks in his life, his own and now Cedric's. He still couldn't believe what he was doing, his hands were a bit shaky, but he was grasping the man's cock and stroking it slowly, watching the skin move up and down over the tip. His other hand went out to grasp his balls, rolling them lightly in his hand. "I've never done anything like this before, I'll have you know." He smiled slightly up at Cedric. "So you should feel honored." |
Triwizard Troubles (mightydavidson ~ iilan) | "Oh I do," Cedric moaned softly, without a hint of sarcasm. "I am completely honoured to have the famous Harry Potter stroking my cock, and doing a wonderful job of it I might add."Of course Cedric's moans of pleasure were probably enough to tell Harry that on their own, but Cedric always belived in giving credit where it was due. Apparently Defence against the Dark Arts wasn't the only place where Harry Potter excelled."Ooooh, keep that up Harry please," Cedric moaned. "That feels lovely." |
Triwizard Troubles (mightydavidson ~ iilan) | Harry laughed a bit once Cedric actually said he was honored, he didn't want him to say it, he was merely joking! Oh well though, it made him feel special so he wasn't going to complain. Each time Cedric moaned, it made Harry feel that much better for doing this, he actually wanted to make him happy and give him pleasure. He sped up his strokes a bit, now going as fast as he could, his other hand gently massaged Cedric's heavy sac. He looked up to Cedric with his green eyes, a small smile on his face. "Feel good?" He of course knew the answer to that question, but he didn't exactly know how to keep a conversation going when he was giving a hand job. |
Triwizard Troubles (mightydavidson ~ iilan) | The answer to Harry's question was obvious simply from the look of pleasure on Cedric's face, or the obvious desire in his brown eyes as he looked into Harry's green ones. His moans of pleasure were another good indication, as every stroke of Harry's hand or touch of his fingers on his sac caused Cedric to moan more intensely then before."Wonderful," Cedric managed to moan in reply. "Feels wonderful. Brilliant."As a matter of fact Harry was doing a better job of stroking his cock then anybody Cedric had dated before. Already precum was leaking from the tip of his cock and if Harry kept this up, Cedric was going to end up cumming hard in a few moments.He was looking forward to it, too. |
Triwizard Troubles (mightydavidson ~ iilan) | Harry smiled as his cock stroking skills were praised by the older boy, he loved to be hearing that he was doing a good job. He also loved hearing Cedric's moans of pleasure, and that combined with the fact that he was actually stroking the male's cock, gave Harry his own little problem, the erection he had in his pants. He wouldn't worry about that now though, now was Cedric's time to feel pleasure, he was going to make him feel the best he could. Even though Harry was relatively new to this whole sex thing, he was a brave boy and the precum that was leaking from Cedric's tip looked too good to resist. He leaned forward swiftly and let his tongue dart out to gather what was about to fall. 'Hm, doesn't taste bad.' He thought to himself, opening his mouth to engulf the head of Cedric's cock, sucking on it lightly, sort of like a lollipop. |
Triwizard Troubles (mightydavidson ~ iilan) | As it was Harry's first time, the last thing Cedric had expected was for Harry to start sucking his cock. Since it was Harry Potter he really should've known better, since the Boy Who Lived seemed to specialise in doing the unexpected. Watching Harry take the head of his cock into his mouth was easily one of the best surprises in Cedric Diggory's life."Harry," he moaned as he felt the famous boy's lips touch his cock. "Cumming!"As much as he would've loved to savour the feeling of Harry sucking his cock for the first time, Harry's wonderful handjob had brought Cedric too close to the edge and the touch of Harry's lips to his cock triggered one of the best climaxes Cedric had had in awhile.Back arching in pleasure, his cum squirted from his cock into Harry's mouth and there was quite a bit of it."Drink it Harry," Cedric managed to moan. "Please." |
Triwizard Troubles (mightydavidson ~ iilan) | "Mm!" Harry moaned around Cedric's cock as the first spurt of his warm cum was released into his mouth. He didn't really get to taste it, seeing as the force of the older boy's orgasm made his cum hit the back of his throat, but each spurt after seemed to land on his tongue and he got to taste the boy. Truthfully, Cedric didn't taste bad at all, it was warm and a bit salty and truthfully Harry didn't mind the taste at all, so he was happy to do as Cedric wished and drank it all down, a bit dribbling from the side of his mouth once he finished. He smiled up at the male as he popped his cock out of his mouth, licking it once more before just letting it rest against Cedric's thigh. "You came a lot." He teased, wiping at his mouth with his robe. "I did well then?" |
Triwizard Troubles (mightydavidson ~ iilan) | Gasping for breath, Cedric's reply was quick and heartfelt. Slipping off of his broom, he slid his arms around Harry and hugged him nice and close, figuring there was no need to be shy about showing his affection now that Harry had sucked his cock and all."You were brilliant," Cedric replied, with a smile. "If that was your first time, then you my friend are a genuine prodigy."Of course, Cedric didn't think for a second that Harry was lying about not doing that sort of thing before and the look in his eyes made that clear. There was no reason for Harry to lie about something like that, which made his skill at the task even more impressive. If he'd just managed to win Harry Potter as a boyfriend, he was a very lucky fellow indeed. |
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