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In the closet... (Yaiocest x shadoweclipse) | Ichigo got a big grin on his face. He rolled them over so he was now ontop of her and he held her arms down as she could not touch her cock. The undersides of their cocks was still touching as they looked perfect together. The precum was now dripping down on her chest as he looked at her. "So Rukia is my hand the first to have this cock besides your hands?" he asked her as he rubbed the head of his own cock on her pussy slit, but never pushing it in. |
In the closet... (Yaiocest x shadoweclipse) | Rukia squeaked as they were flipped over, feeling the large boy now laying ontop of her, her cock twitching and throbbing against his. "Nnngh.....n no....it's not the first but.....it's the first in about a century...." She whimpered beneath his touch, trying to thrust her hips, desperate for more. God this was torture, she needed more than this. She needed to fuck, she needed to be fucked, and she needed it soon! |
In the closet... (Yaiocest x shadoweclipse) | "Mmm its the sexiest thing ever" he said as he squeezed her cock head. He then rubbed his cock through her pussy slit as he watched her body struggle. He propped her pussy with his cock teasingly. "mmmmmm god your pussy feel soooo tight" he said as he then rammed his cock deep into her little pussy. |
In the closet... (Yaiocest x shadoweclipse) | Rukia's blush darkened as he further complimented her, looking away for a few moments. She'd never considered herself sexy, not in the least, yet here he was saying these things, doing these things to her. She moaned as she felt him rubbing his cock against her pussy, then screamed out as he rammed inside of her. Ichigo would find she wasn't a virgin, but god she was still tight. Rukia just closed her eyes tightly, wrapping both her arms and legs around him, her cock pressing against his chest. It had been over a century since she'd felt this, and god she had missed it. |
In the closet... (Yaiocest x shadoweclipse) | He held his cock in her still as he moaned out feeling her super tight pussy muscles quiver and massage his cock. Her pussy was so hot and tight it was amazing. He looked down at her as his fingers played with her breasts and then he felt her thick powerful cock slap his chest. It caused a splash of precum on him. He was not sure what come over him but he bent down slightly and licked the underside of her cockhead. |
In the closet... (Yaiocest x shadoweclipse) | Rukia hadn't been expecting that, her body jerking and cock spasming as soon as Ichigo licked it, the girl crying out in pleasure as her sensitive cock was licked, her hips bucking on his cock, a slight fucking motion starting that she found herself unable to stop, grinding her pussy back and forth along his erection. "Nnngh....m more....oh god give me more please! I need it!" She reached up and grabbed onto Ichigo's back, scratching at it as she was desperate to increase the pleasure she was feeling. |
In the closet... (Yaiocest x shadoweclipse) | He loved feeling her nails in his back as he humped back into her. Her pussy was so tight and felt amazing on his thick pole as his hands held her tiny hips and ass. He pulled her into him adding to the force of their powerful lust filled sex. He was still not sure what had come over him that was compelling him to do this but he loved her reaction and wasnt done teasing yet. He let his tongue hang out and slide all over her super sensitive cock head. |
In the closet... (Yaiocest x shadoweclipse) | Rukia squealed as he moved his tongue across her cock, the shaft twitching, then starting to grow even longer, pushing itself up into Ichigo's mouth until the shaft was a good 16 inches in length. It seemed the more aroused she got, the bigger Rukia's cock became, and Ichigo was doing a very very good job of arousing her right now. "Nngh! Th that's it....f fuck me harder....please I'm begging you Ichigo, fuck me harder!" She was practically screaming at him now, ordering him to move faster and harder into her tight pussy whilst she moved her hips, ramming her cock into his mouth and grinding her pussy on his cock. |
In the closet... (Yaiocest x shadoweclipse) | Ichigo opened his mouth more. He was amazed as he could only watch as it seemed his body move on its own. His bead began to bob up and down on the cock. Moaning loud as he swallowed on his thick head taking down a gulp and precum. His large hands wrapped around her tiny frame as he fucked her like a average fuck doll, feeling his crotch dripping in her cunt juices. |
In the closet... (Yaiocest x shadoweclipse) | Rukia moaned loudly as finally Ichigo was sucking on her cock, god she had forgotten what this felt like, the head of her cock throbbing in his mouth, pre cum pouring in like water from a tap, forcing Ichigo to swallow some, whilst the rest poured out of his mouth all over Rukia's body, which was shaking beneath the boys fucking. "Nnngh! F fuck....gonna....gonna cum Ichigo....gonna cum...." Given how much Rukia had cum when Ichigo had been watching last, it was probably a good idea for him to stop sucking on her cock, unless he felt like attempting to swallow what would likely be several gallons of hot, thick fluid. |
In the closet... (Yaiocest x shadoweclipse) | He was fucking her as hard and fast as he could as his balls slapped her ass and his cock destroyed her little pussy with the most intense fucking he could give while he pleasured her cock. He wanted to watch it all shoot out again as he went as deep as he could on it and then pulled of and began to jack it off hard and fast trying to get her cum out as fast as possible. |
In the closet... (Yaiocest x shadoweclipse) | It was all too much for Rukia to take, her body just couldn't stand this sort of stimulation. With a howl, she first came with her pussy, the already tight hole tightening even further around Ichigo's cock, squeezing him almost painfully tight as her pussy juices sprayed out over him, but the best was yet to come. The base of Rukia's cock started to swell up, the swelling then starting to travel up her cock. "NNNGH!!!!" Rukia screamed out, digging her nails into Ichigo's back as the bulge reached the head of her cock, which swelled up to almost three times its previous size, before her cum erupted with the pressure of a fire hose. The hot, thick fluid began spraying uncontrollably from her cock, jetting across the room and coating everything in its path, the stream of fluid seemingly neverending as Rukia continued to cum gallon after gallon. By the time the orgasm did finally subside, the entire room was dripping in cum, and Rukia's upper body was so covered that not a bit of her skin was visible, almost drowning in the cum that her cock had produced, the small girl just laying there panting and gurgling in pleasure. |
In the closet... (Yaiocest x shadoweclipse) | Ichigo's cock began to cum hard as he felt her pussy squeeze hard and quiver as she came all over him. He panted still fucking her as he stayed hard and fucked her cum filled pussy. Though his attention was all on her cock as he watched the most erupt. It was hitting the walls and ceiling before raining down on them until no skin showed for either and they looked like a mass of dripping cum, panting as Ichigo actually came a second time in her pussy, not that it mattered to the massive cum drenching they received. The room was ruined and a mess but at the moment neither of them cared as they looked down at each other through a veil of cum. |
In the closet... (Yaiocest x shadoweclipse) | Rukia cried out as she felt Ichigo cumming inside of her, loving the long forgotten sensation of having somebody cum inside of her like that, the sensation only spurring on her own orgasm, seeming to trigger yet more cum to erupt from her cock. By the time Rukia's orgasm finally subsided, she could feel that Ichigo had cum inside of her twice, her small tight pussy leaking his cum and mixing it with her own. As she panted, Rukia had to swallow a large amount of her own cum in order to clear space to speak, just grinning slightly as she reached up to wipe it away from her eyes. "Nnngh....god....I haven't cum like that in a long time....though....I think we need to get cleaned up before your family gets back home....imagine what they'd say if they say this?" |
In the closet... (Yaiocest x shadoweclipse) | He was forced to suck the gooey up up inorder to reply however he quickly found out how amazing and addicting her taste was as he began to suck and lick it off of his lips. He panted and just looked down at her as his large hands felt up her tiny body, smearing the cum on it and playing with it on her body. He did not want to move or clean up, he was in heaven but she was right unfortunately. |
In the closet... (Yaiocest x shadoweclipse) | Rukia groaned beneath him as she felt Ichigo's hands explore her body, shivering and moaning loudly as his hands moved across her small breasts, smearing her cum on them. God she wished they were bigger....but they hadn't grown much since she was a child. "Nnnn.....as much as I want to stay like this....we really gotta clean up...but next time..." She leaned up slightly, cum dripping from her hair and face as she moved her head closer to his. "I get to fuck you....." |
In the closet... (Yaiocest x shadoweclipse) | He had never really thought about it before but hearing her say that to him while he played with the cum and her body instantly made his cock spring back to life while still inside her tight little hole. As bad as he wanted to go again, he looked around and this mess wasn't going to clean itself, and would take quite awhile to finish. "So how do we clean this or ourselves up?" He asked as he pulled out and stood up and looked like a big glob of dripping cum in a human shape. |
In the closet... (Yaiocest x shadoweclipse) | Rukia groaned as his cock hardened once again inside of her, before she squirmed off and allowed his cock to fully slip out of her, more cum leaking out of her pussy as she slowly started to stand up, her own cock starting to shrink and soften. "Hmm....cleaning up this much could be a problem....cleaning up the closet wasn't too much of a problem but this....well......my Kido will help at least anyway...." She rubbed the back of her head. "And we're gonna need one hell of a shower..." |
In the closet... (Yaiocest x shadoweclipse) | "Ok well lets start wit hthe room, I think that should be the first thing to clean up, then we can go grab a shower." he said as he looked at her but tried to keep his thoughts calm enough to allow for his cock to soften with hers. "But I cant use kido so im not quite sure what I can do to help out..." |
In the closet... (Yaiocest x shadoweclipse) | "Well.....I'll try to gather it together in one place....though I'm not sure where we can actually put it all....it's too thick and too much to just pour down the sink now is it....? Hm...." Rukia rubbed her head, just rubbing the cum more into her hair. "Any ideas Ichigo? You're the one with the good grades now aren't you? So brainbox, you think of somewhere to put all this stuff..." Rukia smirked, starting to use a Kido to start gathering the cum together. |
In the closet... (Yaiocest x shadoweclipse) | He watched as the gooey liquid crawled off the walls and began to form in a large floating balls of cum in the middle of the room as he couldnt think of anything. If they were to just toss it outside anywhere, it would cause the area to reek of cum for weeks. The drain was not an option. As he continued to think he would frequently lick his lips and scoop up some of the dripping cum off of his face, and then he had it. "Well honestly...what if we shared it..." |
In the closet... (Yaiocest x shadoweclipse) | "Are you serious? You honestly think that we can drink all that? There's got to be about 20 gallons at least, there's no way we could drink all that. Even if we could, god we'd be the fattest people in town for weeks...." Rukia glanced back at him and raised an eyebrow, though it was hard to tell from her cum covered face. "Now....there's gotta be somewhere else we can dump it all....there any sewer holes around here anyway we can dump it down or something?" |
In the closet... (Yaiocest x shadoweclipse) | "uhhhh yea theres a storm drain right outside that could work" he said as he pointed out the window as he looked at her in amazement that her almost child like body just emptied over 20 gallons of cum, and that was after she had jerked off a few hours earlier. |
In the closet... (Yaiocest x shadoweclipse) | "Well that's where we're gonna have to put it all....open the window will you?" The several balls of cum were now floating in the middle of the room, the only remaining cum now being the stuff covering their bodies. "I can't hold this all day you know, and I don't want to be mopping this stuff up by hand...." She glanced over at Ichigo. "Come on, we'll get this stuff outta the way then we better shower together to save time. Your family could be home any minute after all" |
In the closet... (Yaiocest x shadoweclipse) | He quickly went over and opened a window hoping nobody was outside and watching as they were both naked and covered in cum as they released floating balls of cum into the sewer. There shouldn't be any type of evidence left by the time all of cum was out and they had showered off. |
In the closet... (Yaiocest x shadoweclipse) | Rukia let out a sigh of relief as the last of the cum was dumped down the sewer, the girl rubbing her arms slightly once she was done. "Geez....that was heavy....come on....we gotta shower before we start dripping everywhere again..." She slapped Ichigo's ass, laughing as she turned to head upstairs towards the bathroom to turn on the shower, leaving the door open for him to join her. |
In the closet... (Yaiocest x shadoweclipse) | He enjoyed the playful spank as he closed the window and watched her run up the stairs. This was going to be a new and very interesting relationship with the two of them. He grinned and then went up the stairs, careful not to drip and cum and entering the bathroom and closing the door behind him. |
In the closet... (Yaiocest x shadoweclipse) | The shower was already running, Rukia stood beneath it as the cum was slowly being washed from her body. "Hm? Come on in, the waters great" She grinned at him, clearly having relaxed around him much more than earlier after he had caught her. "It's gonna take a little while though, this has gotta be my thickest load yet....." Her cock was now completely soft, a little 1 inch limp cock now hanging just above her pussy. |
In the closet... (Yaiocest x shadoweclipse) | He smiled liking the way she was comfortable with him. He walked into the shower and pulled her close, rubbing their cum covered bodies together. "God Rukia this was the hottest thing ever, I wish i had found out sooner about this." His hands grabbed her ass as his hands ran all over her body trying to get the cum off but it was so think and only just moved around under his hand. |
In the closet... (Yaiocest x shadoweclipse) | Rukia shivered under his touch, pressing her small, tight ass out into his hands, licking her lips, before pulling away after a few moments. "Nnngh....stop it Ichigo....we only just cleaned up the last load....believe me, we don't want to get me worked up again with your family due home any minute" She glanced back at him and smirked, much of the cum now washed out of her face, though not her hair. "But don't worry.....we'll have plenty of time for the 'hottest thing ever' soon......" She leaned around him, looking at his ass. "Hm....wonder how much I'll fit in there...." |
In the closet... (Yaiocest x shadoweclipse) | He smiled at her as he began to run his hands through her hair. He was washing the cum off of her as he felt her eyes on his ass. He never before had any type of gay feelings of urges like that. Also most people, with a cock of her size should be be feeling fear, but every time he thought about it, a sense of excitement shivered through his body. |
In the closet... (Yaiocest x shadoweclipse) | Rukia sighed happily as she felt Ichigo run his hands through her hair, the cum dripping from it, splashing loudly into the base of the shower, the water breaking it up enough to be washed down the drain. "Another 15 minutes and we should be totally cleaned up....until next time anyway" She smirked slightly, shivering at the thought, reaching for the faucet to try and turn the water up a little to make their job easier. |
In the closet... (Yaiocest x shadoweclipse) | Ichigo continued to wash the cum off of her body as she washed his until they were both clean from cum. He smiled seeing her naked body and skin again as he shut the water off and stepped out. "So how is all of this even possible?" he asked as he looked at her wondering how she had such a massive cock and can shoot gallons of cum like that. |
In the closet... (Yaiocest x shadoweclipse) | "Hm?" She looked over at him and raised an eyebrow as she wrapped a towel around herself. "You mean my body? Well....I dunno....that's just how some Shinigami women are, and yes that does mean there are others like me. Most Shinigami women actually....though not quite all for some reason" She shrugged and grabbed another towel to dry her hair. "I'm not a doctor or anything so I dunno the specifics of it" |
In the closet... (Yaiocest x shadoweclipse) | "Oh I didnt know I was just curious". He said drying off his naked body as he looked at her making small talk about such an interesting topic. "So other women there are like you to? thats amazing, well I dont care how it works, I like it about you" he said glad to see how open and friendly she was to him now. |
In the closet... (Yaiocest x shadoweclipse) | "Yeah there are plenty of others like me...." Rukia grinned slightly, seeming to remember something from a long time ago, before turning to head out of the bathroom. "Guess we had better get dressed. If your dad or sisters caught us like this...well....be pretty embarassing don't you think?" She winked to him, then went to head for Ichigo's room, dropping her towel and walking naked to his closet in order to pull some of her clothes out. |
In the closet... (Yaiocest x shadoweclipse) | Ichigo agreed and ran to the room, also naked and closed the door behind him. He got dressed in a pair of boxers and jeans and just slipped a plain t shirt on as he handed Rukia some of his sisters old cloths as he watched her dress. Never in a million years would he believe anything that just happened in his own kitchen floor but it really did. |
In the closet... (Yaiocest x shadoweclipse) | "Ah, thanks" Rukia smiled and took the clothes, dressing quickly and patting them down on herself, doing a little twirl once she was dressed. "So then mr curious, anymore questions about me or my body? Or perhaps about some of the other women in Soul Society hmmmm?" She smirked slightly, clearly just messing with him now, something she had always done really, though now she was much more open with him. Then again, he did know pretty much the biggest secret she had been keeping from him, so what reason did she have not to be? |
In the closet... (Yaiocest x shadoweclipse) | "hmmm I think thats enough for right now." He said as he sat down on the bed looking at her. I would take him some time before all of this would sit well in his mind because it was still all he could think about. He never felt so attracted to someone in his life then he was to her. While he still did not feel like he was gay, he loved every part of her body. |
In the closet... (Yaiocest x shadoweclipse) | "So then..." Rukia walked over and hopped up to sit on the end of his bed, leaning back slightly and turning her head to look at Ichigo. He knew her biggest secret, so now it was her turn to get some secrets out of him. "Before our little fun, who would you most have liked to do something like that with hm?" She smirked slightly, knowing the question was putting him on the spot, but given the circumstances, he wouldn't have much choice but to answer. "Orihime? Tatsuki? Or maybe you're a nasty perv who likes one of his sisters hmmmm?" |
In the closet... (Yaiocest x shadoweclipse) | He thought about it and he learned something about himself that he never knew. He first thought about Orihime. Her massive breasts and thin body would be so sexy paired with her cutness and their current relationship would provide a sweet and passionate love making all night long. Tatsuki was one he had caught himself eyeing up from time to time. Despite her tom boyish personality her fit body kept her super thin and would feel so tight and while they didnt not match her best friends breasts, she was carrying 2 large ones herself. Her aggressiveness would unleash a night of hardcore rough and raw lust filled sex leaving eachother screaming into the night. The next to suprised him as he thought. The first girl he thought about was Karin. While she still had that young preteen body, her personaily would make her shy but eager. Sex would start out slow but would end with Karin loving it and fucking every ounce of energy out of Ichigo and still wanting more. Yuzu however would give off the sweet childhood naive innocence that would be perfect to corrupt with a night of her older brother using her small body to touch and fuck and her loving every minute of it. After thinking about it for a few minutes and accepting the fact that his younger sisters were now a sexual desire for him. "Honestly.....I cant pick, each one of them makes me rock hard just thinking about it." |
In the closet... (Yaiocest x shadoweclipse) | "Even your sisters make you rock hard? My my, such a nasty perv you are..." Rukia smirked slightly, folding her arms. "Still, I bet you're wishing they all had a body like mine aren't you? Even if you did manage to do it with any of them, you'd be wishing they had that one little extra thing" She chuckled, shaking her head as she watched him. "So, you ever thought about making a move on any of them?" |
In the closet... (Yaiocest x shadoweclipse) | "I cant help it, its not my fault every girl that i meet is super hot." He said as he did not comment on her second comment about her extra piece of equipment. Though honestly he did want it, he couldn't help but find her extra cock super sexy. "Well I never really thought about my sister much, and Orihime is such an odd girl its hard to flirt with her, as for Tatsuki, we have just been friends for so long it would be weird." |
In the closet... (Yaiocest x shadoweclipse) | "Your sisters are super hot? You're a strange one Ichigo..." She chuckled and folded her arms, shaking her head as she leaned against the wall, her legs now up on his bed, giving him an ever so teasing slight glance up her skirt at her panties, the barely visible bulge of her tiny limp cock only just out of his sight. "So there's no way you can pick a favourite hm? Well, what'd you do if one of them came onto you? Would you jump them like you did me hmm? Practically forcing yourself onto them? Not that I exactly put up much resistance of course" |
In the closet... (Yaiocest x shadoweclipse) | "Force huh?, you wanted it so bad you practically ripped my cloth off of me to get to it." Ichigo shot back at her with a sexual glare as naughty thoughts filled his head and his wild spirit energy reflecting his mood as it felt like a smooth hand caressed her body on soft areas that would lead up to more touching such as neck and thigh. "Well if one of them did, well I would go with it and have a repeat of earlier. I mean hell, could you say no to any of them?" |
In the closet... (Yaiocest x shadoweclipse) | Rukia shivered at the sensations, but after a few moments she snapped a glare at him to tell Ichigo to stop. "Hey, quit that. You want a repeat of what happened earlier with your family due home any second? Somehow I don't think we'd be able to explain this away to your dad now would we?" She rolled her eyes, then shook her head. "And hell no, I wouldn't turn any of them down" |
In the closet... (Yaiocest x shadoweclipse) | "Exactly." he said with a smirk as he relax and sat back against the wall and and looked over at her. "So if your condition....common?, I mean who else is like that? Are they all as big? Do you all cum the same amount? Whats it even like to have both male and female parts? Do you enjoy what you are?" he asked her. His curiosity was immense as this strange new obsession filled his mind. |
In the closet... (Yaiocest x shadoweclipse) | "Geez...again with the questions. Well, from what I know it is pretty common among Shinigami women, probably something to do with our spiritual pressure. As for how big...well it isn't like I've seen every woman in soul society when they're turned on, never mind how much they cum, so I don't know really. Sure would be fun to find out though". She chuckled and shook her head. "As for what its liike....well....what's it like just having one? For me this is normal so I can't really compare" |
In the closet... (Yaiocest x shadoweclipse) | "Well thats interesting, it would make sense that it is your spirit power, because to my knowledge there are no girls in the living world with that, let alone such huge ones" He said teasing her and then sighed softly. "So what would you like to do now?" |
In the closet... (Yaiocest x shadoweclipse) | "Well...I'm not sure really, you seem to be trying to get me worked up again...." She smirked slightly at him, then rolled her eyes. "But I would much rather not get caught. Honestly it's embarassing enough that you know about me, last thing I need is your dad finding out too. Your sisters, now that I might not mind". She smirked again, leaning back against the wall again, stretching. "You got anything you wanna do?" |
In the closet... (Yaiocest x shadoweclipse) | "Well besides you, no not right now." he said closing his eyes. Could you blame him for wanting even more. He had never really done anything sexually aside from playing with himself, and the jumps straight into crazy hot sex it was too much for him to handle and he wanted it. He now also had the idea of fucking every female close to him now that she brought it up. |
In the closet... (Yaiocest x shadoweclipse) | "Boy, you really know how to smooth talk a girl don't ya Ichigo?" Rukia grinned, then chuckled and shook her head. "Well....if you're reallythatdesperate....maybe we could go somewhere a little more....private? But.....if you want to do it again, I do have one little condition....." She started to lean forward, parting her legs a little more, giving him a better view up her skirt. "You got to fuck me last time....this time.....I wanna fuck you..." |
A Discussion of Theology (SnowGlassRoses) | It was late in the day, late enough for the sun to hide behind the clouds on its decent to the earth, late enough to dot France's sky with oranges and yellows, with hues the most gifted of painters dreamed of plucking from the air. It was becoming late, yet at the same time still early, early for Aramis to arrive home by nearly an hour's time. Supper would not yet be ready and he could not scold his daughter for that as she would not know, she would not expect him for awhile still. And it was that surprise which he hoped for, for the light in the eyes of his lovely young fifteen year old to shine brilliantly at simply his sight. Such was an arrogant hope in a way, perhaps, thoughts of a man conceited or perhaps a man spoiled, spoiled by a doting girl who was often pleased by the simple things.Aramis' chestnut mare slowed to a trot as he rounded the final trees on that long dirt road that led to one shorter, a minute away at this speed from the front steps of his secluded cottage in the countryside. He had lived in the city long ago in his youth and until he was a man of thirty, but there was only so much action a man could desire to see, only so much hustle. There was something to be said of a calm, peaceful life, a life of prayer and devotion. Perhaps this was where Porthos might chime in with words of his own, a disagreement, perhaps even some clever tavern limerick comparing the women of the city to those of the country. His friend could have them, have the lot, Porthos always one to see quantity before quality. And there was a secret that perhaps his friend spent too much of his time in Paris to ever find out that though the ladies of the countryside did tend to be more innocent than their city counterparts, that did not mean they wished to stay that way.As his horse brought him in close, yards away now, Aramis dismounted with a small billow of dust as his boots hit the ground. He patted the mare in a silent thank on her strong neck and took the reins, casting a quick glance to the house as he led her over to the barn. He wondered to himself what Yvette usually did an hour before he would return home. Was she still tending to her chores in the stable? The barn perhaps? Maybe a walk in the field? It was a lovely afternoon, after all. Or would she already be bathed and changing back into her ladylike make up and clothes while supper simmered on the stove? He would find out soon enough he supposed, bearing a quiet smile as he led his horse into the barn. He took his time in unsaddling the old girl, in setting the blanket aside and in filling a hearty helping inside her bag of oats."I am home, my dear," he spoke out in a lofty tone, letting his voice carry when he stepped foot inside the large cottage to see she was not in immediate sight. Heavy leather boots made similarly weighted sounds against the wood floor as he took a few more steps inside, shrugging off the long brown leather coat he wore to and from when he left for the day. It was Autumn now, the days able to turn chill without warning, and as such to leave without your coat even on warm days could easily bring regret later. "Yvette?" he called out again. "Where are you?" he questioned while setting his coat upon an oak stand just inside the door. Taking a moment to sniff the air he noticed... nothing. Which meant supper wasn't started his little girl was quite a fan of various spices, they usually filling the house when he arrived home. Still bathing then, likely, or dressing. "Yvette? Are you decent?"No response. Aramis took a few steps to the wide oaken staircase, one, two, stepping upon the third with a hand on the rail as he called again, "Yvette?"Nothing.Hm.He turned to head to the bath, stepping back down the stairs, passing by the door and down the hallw And then Aramis stopped. He paused midstep and leaned back, a knee still in the air, something catching his eye. He took a step back, then a second, coming to stand up straight. He looked to the door. More specifically, he looked to the coat rack, to where he'd placed his not a moment before. It was there. Yvette's, however, was not.He didn't say anything. He just stared at the rack and breathed, breathed in and out through his nose. |
A Discussion of Theology (SnowGlassRoses) | Though often young maidens claimed, while blushing and biting their lips ever so enticingly, that Spring was their favorite season, Yvette would claim most confidently that Autumn was her most cherished time of year. Chilly days encouraged evenings spent by the fireside, curled up in close proximity whilst reading or simply conversing Autumn harvests were always quite bountiful, and produced an assortment of ingredients to further tantalize the taste buds during meals..And though the falling leaves presented yet another chore to tend to, their changes in hue to radiant golds and reds, were enough to remind Yvette of the presence of the King Not of Louis, but of God.God, from whom all blessing flow Whom she had been raised to give thanks to everyday of her life, for every morning sun and evening star, for every breath and for every kiss. Kisses, Yvette was especially fond of Particularly, kisses from her Papa, as they had been given most frequently, and received most eagerly throughout a grand majority of her life. From a young age, she had been aware that the man she called Papa and the men she referred to as Uncles, were not truly related to her by blood. Through kindness and devotion, she had been taken in, and raised as the picturesque daughter of the former Musketeer, Aramis. A man whom she was insatiably attached too, so innocently besotted by and though love had never known a bond such as the one formed between Yvette and her Papa, a daughter raised by a strict father willalwaysfind some way to rebel..The blossoming teen did not break rules often Bending them, she would say, was a far more appropriate term. In fact, the desire to bring a smile to her Papa s face often clouded out choices that would lead to more serious offenses...But occasionally, such as that particular afternoon, his rules simply did not work well with her plans. She had forgotten that morning to check the spice rack before Mass, to see if she would need anything from the market while they were in town. After arriving home, she had changed from her formal dressings into a pair of Raoul s old jodpurs, a white loose shirt and a pair of riding boots so she could more comfortably complete her chores around the house. By the time she returned to the kitchen to start preparing supper, it was an hour and one half before Papa would arrive home Two before her Uncles and cousin would arrive..Far too late to find an escort into town to fetch spices. Papa never permitted her to go into town alone. There were far too many men of questionable intentions there. Men without a strong moral compass, men without God men who were not her Papa.Yet, she needed those spices It would take close to half hour on foot to walk to town. With haste, Yvette cleaned herself up, knowing better than to go into town dressed so poorly. She choose a gown of earthen greens, so that the dust from the roads would not show up too noticeably upon her skirts. The gown was fitted tightly around her lithe frame, her young breasts nearly spilling from the top line of the bodice Her golden cross, a most cherished gift, lay just above the swell of her breasts, so that wandering eyes would know her purity before attempting to advance. With a black hair ribbon held between her teeth, her deep golden tresses pinned loosely up in curls as she quickly dashed down the stairs from her bedroom, Yvette snatched up the auburn cloak from the rack, slipping it loosely over her shoulders before rushing from the door and down the dirt road towards town..Time was spent wisely, well, as wisely as expected for a young lady shopping in town. With the spices, she also purchased a harvest bouquet for the table centerpiece. An arrangement of orange mums, stalks of harvest wheat and lovely white lilies, that smelled of fresh country air and would certainly brighten up the dining room. As she walked home, she found herself humming and strolling, distracted by the beauty of the French countryside, when truly she should have been sprinting back to the cottage in order to beat her Papa home. So lofty was the mind of a young maiden at times, so easily pleased by such simple pleasures. As she approached the cottage, her humming had formed into singing in such a fair and whimsical tone that had earned her pet name of Little Robin at home, and sweet seraphim in the church choir, The falling leaves drift by my windowThe falling leaves of red and goldI see your lips, the summer kissesThe sunburned hands I used to hold, Producing a key from the pouch at her side, Yvette opened the back door of the cottage to enter into the kitchen, having not passed the stable, she did not notice her Papa s mare comfortably resting in it s stall, or she would have silenced her song as she laid out the spices upon the counter top. Since you went away the days grow longAnd soon I'll hear old winter's songBut I miss you most of all, my darlingWhen autumn leaves start to fall, With the spices laid out, the potatoes and vegetables piled to clean, and the chicken now resting in a pot of water to moisten, Yvette took up her pretty bouquet and walked into the dining room. She laid out the crimson red table cloth, setting the arrangement in the center between two candelabras. The Sunday china she had already set atop of the wine cabinet near the window, the evening s wine set in a bucket of ice to chill. Passing through the kitchen once again, the lovely young girl began unlacing her cloak, walking to the main hall of the cottage, Since you went away the days grow longAnd soon I'll hear old winter's songBut I miss you most of all, my darlingWhen autumn leaves start to fall..When autumn leaves start to Her eyes had been half closed as she continued her song, not truly paying mind to her surroundings as she could quite skillfully navigate her way around the cottage in the dark in order to fetch a cup of water in the middle of the night..But as she opened her eyes, in the midst of the final lyric of the song, her hand raised to hang her cloak upon it s hook She stopped, her pale petal lips agape, her hazel eyes wide as she stare at the leather coat that .that wasnotsupposed to be there ! |
A Discussion of Theology (SnowGlassRoses) | Periodic, youthful disobedience aside, Yvette was a good girl. She was perhaps the best daughter a man could ask, devoted to her family and to her savior, embracing life around her, listening fervently to any teachings he had to share. Aramis made sure to tell her this often, that she was the most wonderful gift he had ever received. She was adopted, but adopted in fact alone, feeling to his heart as if she were his in all other aspects that a person might. Another thing Yvette had proven good at was keeping her chores done regularly, a truth which would come to haunt her now as the freshly cleaned windows allowed her father to see her strolling the dirt road toward their home, very obviously coming from somewhere. Further inspection as she came closer to the cottage, robin's voice heralding her arrival, allowed Aramis to see somewhat the items she held as she rounded the side of the house for the kitchen entrance.The retired musketeer took slow breaths to himself as his fifteen year old daughter disappeared around the bend of the house. She'd be stepping inside in a moment. How should he handle this? Not a minute ago he was brimming with excitement, eager to surprise her. Then worry. Then relief, mixed with disappointment. She was a good girl. Yvette was a wonderful girl, just too headstrong at times. If she was guilty she would acknowledge it to her father like a scolded dog and accept her punishment, usually without too much of an issue. Usually.He turned to remove himself from the hallway. Not only headstrong, Yvette was clever too, and observant. She would catch sight of his coat. Aramis walked calmly to the adjoining room to take seat in his large, comfortable high backed dark mahogany chair, a gift from his beloved friend Athos when the man turned to a number of crafts following his retirement. Most of the room matched in palette, mahogany walls, mahogany floors, the ceiling a rich blue to match an elaborately decorated rug covering a majority of the floor. Several chairs and a couch rounded the room out as a mixture of a lounge for guests and Aramis' den, his original den given up years ago when Yvette was taken in and in need of a bedroom. Aramis took his preferred seat, the chair designed wide and strong, armless, a delicate design carved along its spindles. He stared forward at the fireplace as he heard Yvette enter through the kitchen door, a fireplace that would not be used for a few hours still when light was rare and loved ones were near. For now he simply stared as the ashes of yesterday's logs as he listened and thought.Perhaps she had gone somewhere local, one of a number of places she was allowed to on her own. Such was possible. Perhaps she had gone into the city and did indeed secure an escort, a neighbor or a friend on the way, and upon leaving the city and back to the country Yvette and her companion parted ways. This was also possible. She had a recurring habit of wandering places she oughtn't on her own, however, which often led her father to worry the worst. She was an honest girl, though. Sure lip aside. Curious spirit aside. Yvette was always honest with him, and upon seeing his coat she would know to look for him. And upon seeing him sitting in this chair she would know, know well by now that her father would hold her accountable for her actions, and hopefully she would know well enough to lower parts of her dress while raising others. She was a smart girl. Hopefully she would know to lay across her father's lap with her young, pale backside bared, accepting the punishment without needing to be told. Not that it would save her from an extra strike, but there was a degree of respect in it, in acknowledging her father's wishes, even if only as an afterthought.She would be allowed certain things. She would be allowed to whimper and even cry, as such was expected when having one's bottom thoroughly smacked. She would also be expected to grip her rosary around her fingers during the punishment whilst openly praying for forgiveness. She would not, however, be allowed to argue and take lip with her father, and if she resisted she knew full well Aramis would simply come to her. Catch her hair as she ran away, down the hallway. Pin her to the dirt floor of the barn if she got that far. Raising such a strong girl was hard sometimes, as accepting one's punishment was not always desired. It would be up to her how things played out, as the initial disobedience had been a choice of hers as well. There was always the possibility, of course, that Aramis was mistaken and she was innocent of any wrongdoings, but the priest would have to wait to see how she acted and what she said before he could know. Until then he would sit there, sit in his chair and assume, waiting patiently for the guilty party to come clean. |
A Discussion of Theology (SnowGlassRoses) | A soft slumping sound of fabric falling to the wooden floor, as amidst the mild panic swelling beneath her bosom upon seeing her father s coat, Yvette s slender fingers loosened it s grip upon her cloak and sent it dropping to the floor at her feet. Her lips quivered slightly, drawing those soft petals inward in contemplation, as her hand still hung in the air, reaching out to that hook with nothing but air trapped between her fingers He was home...For how long? Yvette s sweet heart was fluttering rapidly, fueled by guilt that urged her to confess...The crucifixes stared down at her imposingly with such lank accusing eyes. So easily swayed, was a girl so close to her father, when thoughts of disappointing him crossed her mind..Well, perhaps he had just arrived home Perhaps he had not noticed that she was gone! Her frantic heart calmed slightly at the thought. If he did not ask, she need not tell. Not telling was not the same as lying after all Yvette could never tell a lie to her Papa. Despite her intellect that matched his own, and her compelling charisma, she could never permit a lie to pass her lips in the presence of her Papa Leaning down, she gathered her cloak up quickly in her arms. Before hanging it in it s proper place, she swiped at the dirt lacing the skirts of her lovely gown. Yvette turned to face the hall mirror, placing several pins from her hair down upon the table between a vase of lilies and a sculpture of the Virgin Mother. She placed one between her lips as she ran her fingers through her pretty curls, glancing aside for a moment towards the den..The door was slightly ajar, and Yvette well near swallowed that hair pin...Knowing that he was in there, waiting for her. Heknew He always knew. Loosely, she pined up a few curls back into place, tightening her ribbon so that her hair was swept up in a lovely up do. Several ringlets left down framing her face, knowing her Papa enjoyed twirling her hair between his fingertips Just like silk, he would always smile to her The hair of an angel..An angel who pinched at her cheeks in the mirror, to give herself a more radiant blush, succumbing to vanities in an attempt to sway her way back into grace. Oh how the devil tugged at her heartstrings at times, the same as with all young ladies perhaps, eager to please aloverloved one Though, essentially those words connoted the same intimacies in most regards, when it came to the priest and his little songbird. Whilst a father s eyes were meant to be hawk like over his daughter, Yvette was no stranger to her own observations when it came to her Papa With a catty jealousy, she held close to his arm whenever walking in public, doting upon him at all times in a manner more proper for a wife. She tended to him with a devotion more pure and adoring than her service to the church...And when eyes of women who recalled his legends came prowling much too close Yvette, with claws bared, would chase them off in some not so subtle manner Taking pride in seeing their eyes slightly widen, and their steps retreat whenever she would pass them soon after..Her Papa did not need them He had her, always Even now he had her, guilty conscious and all as she opened the door to the den with an elegant smile playing upon her face. She felt her knees buckling beneath her gown Overwhelmed by his presence and the emotions he could stir about inside of her without saying a single word. As if butterflies were set loose within her stomach and were tickling her from the inside. Yvette stayed near the door for a moment, her fingers tracing upon the golden lion etched into a box atop of one of the end tables where her confessional rosary was kept. She was always punished in this room, save for the few occurrences where she took flight and was punished promptly and more severely wherever Papa managed to catch her. Usually however, it was here Over top of the chair which her Uncle Athos had built. One that he always pointed out every week with a grin of confidence as his finest piece Always, her Papa would chuckle and glance her way Always, she would blush and focus anywhere else but that chair Hello Papa, you re home early, She curtsied respectfully, moving her hands behind her back after releasing her skirts, entwining her fingers together as she approached him. Yvette tried with utmost difficulty to focus upon him, so that her pretty hazel eyes would not wander and give her guilt away..It was Sunday he could not be too upset with her. Especially with their guests to be arriving in a matter of hours! Supper still needed to be prepared, the table to be set, surely he would dismiss such a silly thing as retrieving spices from town without an escort!Instead of lifting her skirts instead of laying her lithe young body over the length of her Papa s sturdy lap..Instead of making the sign of the cross, and pressing the rosary inside of that box between her palms before starting her prayers of forgiveness Yvette sat down on her Papa s knee, leaning up to kiss his cheek, nuzzling at the edges of his facial hair affectionately. Her hands unlaced from behind her back,and instead draped around his neck, her fingers stroking in his hair as she smiled as convincingly as she could..But again, those pretty petals trembled..Yvette could not lie to her Papa, nor keep secrets.... |
A Discussion of Theology (SnowGlassRoses) | He smelled her first before he saw her, that lovely scent only women were capable of, somewhere between flowers and Heaven. That brought a smile to the edges of Aramis' lips and calmed him some, some, finding it ever difficult to be firm with her. Still, he knew he must. He listened to the soft sounds of his daughter entering the room and, he suspected from the sound and the manners she'd been taught, curtseying in respect before she sat at his knee.That said something there, addressing his suspicions, in that Yvette did not own up to any guilt right away. The kiss to his cheek and nuzzle along his jaw encouraged that slight smile to develop more fully, Aramis leaning in to the affectionate rub, his left hand snaking around his daughter's waist to rest around the small of her back, on her opposite hip. "Excuse me," he broke the silent, warm nuzzle with a question, "but isthishow you greet your father, Yvette? On the cheek? Since when?" Such would not do. The musketeer's free hand retiring from such a role made little difference in a man's spirit reached to gingerly caress the teen's cheek, in an affectionate manner like she nuzzled his own. He guided Yvette's chin to a tilt as he himself leaned in to kiss, firm, sure lips pressing to the sweet young maiden's.There was no shyness in how he kissed his daughter. Out in the open perhaps, in front of her uncles or about town, or anyone who knew of their relation, if only because they would not understand. Such affection was not wrong, as love could never be this had been as much Yvette's own feelings as they had his, she needing little convincing toward such affection with her father. It had been she that began them originally, in truth. Aramis kissed her again, slow, savoring those sweet, supple lips her maker had gifted her with, and gifted he with in turn. His fingers caressed her hip through the several layers of fabric as they kissed, parting lips between every third or fourth for the briefest of nuzzles before finding one another again. The silence in the room continued for another minute, reminding someone that they are loved taking constant precedence over all else."I missed you too much, my dear," he began, finally breaking what between them was a proper greeting. He breathed soft, warm breath against her face just because they were talking did not automatically mean they must be a distance away. "You have been especially good lately, working hard around our home, behaving yourself like a lady should. I notice these things." He couldn't help but smile with that. Aramis' fingers trailed the short distance from her soft cheek to a loose, curly hair, stroking it affectionately a favorite toy. "I wanted to do something special for you as a reward, for all good girls deserve something nice once in awhile, don't you think? I could not wait to be home with you, to spend a little extra time together before your uncles arrive. As I rode home early I fancied a thought of enjoying a cup, perhaps two of the spiced cider left over from the other evening while my songbird sings to me as she cooks."More idle playing with her curls. Aramis tucked the one back behind her ear and moved on to another, an affectionate task, and as curls were often wont to do, with her slightest movement it bounced amusingly back to its loose place."You had me worried when I first arrived home. I called everywhere and you were not here, nor was your coat. Where did you go, sweetheart? I was about to take to horse again to look when I spotted you returning home. ...Were you all by yourself?" |
A Discussion of Theology (SnowGlassRoses) | Small, light kisses, she placed warmly upon the curve of his cheek as her fingers gently twirled within his long, thick hair. Her Papa s hair was the finest of any man, rivaled only by her Uncle D Artagnan, who spent more time on his dark tresses than he would ever admit aloud Her Uncle Porthos had locks far too long for him to keep nicely, and poor Uncle Athos was thinning recently, due to stress over Raoul serving at the front with his regiment Papa s hair however, was always well kept It smelled lightly of incense from the Cathedral, of the harvest air And as her small nose nuzzled tenderly against his face, she breathed in the light musk of his sweat from the day s ride No finer cologne could ever be conjured. Yvette could never understand the other young maiden s in town, complaining of their attractions smelling of sweat after a day s work. The scent of her Papa exuberated strength It was absolutely intoxicating Thick black lashes fluttered lightly, as his words and his touches lulled her out of her slight haze. A soft shade of natural blush, far more radiant than the hue brought on by small pinches, came to her face as he questioned her greeting. Oh Papa, of course not She smiled, brightly, giggling happily to the point she nearly was bouncing upon his knee in anticipation of his kisses. I was simply She pursed her lips playfully, making a dramatic expression of thought with a quirked brow and devious glimmer in her eyes, before resting her forehead against his, Commencing the start of our new Autumn greeting She happily declared, in a tone only laced with the innocence of a daughter, but secured within a purr far more enticing. As she moved her small figure closer to her Papa s body, she submitted to his palm pressing against her waist, guiding her closer whilst his other hand lingered against her chin.She gazed, captivated by the light in his eyes, before relinquishing her lips quite willingly to his kisses. In the mornings, whomever woke first would come to the bed of the other, waking them most pleasantly with kisses of a similar manner. To awaken with love inspired the Holy Spirit, and soothed the heart most tenderly. At night, the candles could not be extinguished before several peaceful, loving kisses were exchanged, despite the events of the day. One could never sleep with a heavy heart, and kissing provided a most excellent remedy against any lingering ache...Though, Yvette in all honesty could not recall a day spent with ill feeling towards her Papa. In fact, she could not recall a time she ever considered herselfmad. Upset, of course, for she was a blossoming youth with a vigorous curiosity coursing through her veins, and at times she became swept up within a wave of emotion but even so, feelings of anything but passion and admiration towards her Papa, were only but small thorns which occasionally wedged into her heart easily removed by the softness of her Papa s lips, and at times, the sharpness of his open palm Their foreheads were pressed lightly against one another s throughout their greeting. Yvette s hands wandering down the curve of his neck, to rest upon his shoulders, gripping them fondly, bringing herself closer to a more intimate proximity As he spoke however, her fingers seemed to loosen their hold. Her eyes, once closed to further enjoy the bliss of their embrace, now opened and cast shyly aside towards the carpet..Such kind, affectionate praise, pierced like needles against her heart. Withdrawing herself somewhat away from his toying with her curls, an act which typically she would desire to go on for hours..All young maiden s adored having their hair played with after all, and Yvette would often lay her head upon her Papa s lap while he combed through hers At that moment however, those needle prickings of his blessings poured out all the guilt trapped within her heart. With a slight pout upon her lips now, the life in her eyes dimming somewhat, she bowed her head against his shoulder, pressing her face shyly to hide against the curve of his neck. Yes Papa Her confession began so easily...In the face of others, Yvette could stubbornly stand her ground in any conversation or argument and come out the victor. She had asked questions that silenced philosophers, tongue tied the greatest of linguists, and baffled many scholars at court with a wit and intellect not typically attributed to a young lady of such beauty. With great refinement, Yvette was able to use words to her advantage But before her Papa, she regressed. Her voice softened, her mannerisms became slightly timid. Her words failed her now, and not even her truth of, But the spice rack was near empty I could not prepare a proper Sunday supper without my spices, could hold it s weight against her Papa s justice. When rules were bent, it was never done with intention to misbehave. They were often encouraged by curiosity, or in the pursuit of a good deed, such as retrieving spices for a better supper, but regardless...A rule was a rule. One occasion she could recall, she had been foolishly lippy with her Papa in response to one of said rules he had quickly smited that act of rebellion with use of his belt instead of his hand Tears were already threatening to arise, clouding her vision slightly before he had even said a word. Such was his power over his little girl, his influence, his importance By the time I thought you would arrive home Papa, the markets would have been closed! In desperation, Yvette began kissing her Papa s neck, her arms moving to drape around his shoulders as she cuddled her body against his. Lips seeking out that soft spot which caused his body to tremble whenever her lips caressed it...Perhaps it would help to restrain his mood, or else she would have to find a way to use onions in that night s dish to mask any lingering tears, should her uncles choose to arrive earlier than expected |
A Discussion of Theology (SnowGlassRoses) | And tremble Aramis' body did, his daughter very much aware of the exact spot on his neck that brought him to shivers. She was such a delight, such a treat, such an angel. His eyes lulled closed for a moment as his mind searched for a way, any possible way to alter the coming events of the night, if he could somehow apologize to his friends and cancel their dinner, if he could have Yvette stoke a fire and the two of them cuddle until its final ember. It had been too long since they shared that intimacy, she kissing along his neck, his face, his lips for hours, his hands caressing her young body, though avoiding a few specific places a daughter ought not be touched. The last time was... four months ago now? Five? Perhaps he would offer it to her again tonight. Perhaps. A quiet cuddling by the fire until dawn, sleeping until near noon. A rare treat with them, rare with intent to keep it special. Though the offer would only come if supper was good and if she acted the part of a lady throughout their guests' visit.He could not cancel on his friends though, Aramis knew. It was too late, and highly improper. They would be here within hours, that much was certain. And because of that Yvette's punishment would have to be upheld. That and the truth that if he allowed her to get away with it now then his rules would mean nothing, and next time she would put on the same pouting face, nibble as the same sensitive spot, and once again hope for his mercy. Mercy came from God, not from her Papa. The priest's soft face grew stern, forced strong, forced out of the lovely haze his daughter's kisses tried so hard to lull him into. His fingers on Yvette's waist gave her hip a firm squeeze to get her attention before speaking, "Up... Up, my dear." The fingers drifted down from her waist to her bottom, slipping between she and his knee to help urge her off, much as he didn't truly desire to."I am sorry, my darling, but you know how this must go. I do not enjoy punishing you, and I truly wish you would stop making me." Aramis' eyes were closed as he spoke. Truly the show on his face was that this hurt him too, even the words he had to speak, striking at his heart much as he would his little girl's bottom. "If the spice rack were low then you should have noticed it earlier, as the kitchen is your place. And if you had decided not to go unaccompanied and waited for me, and, like you said, the carts would be closed for the day then, then if the food were to suffer you would be faulted with it as well. In either case you have a responsibility to keep things around our home. I do not skimp when you request money for supplies, and if it's a matter of too much for you to keep track of then we can speak once more of bringing in a maid. But as it is, right now, it is important you acknowledge your failure. ...Please, do not detest me for what I must do."He urged her off a bit more firmly now. "Ever the light of my life, I came home early wishing only good, please believe me. But, enough. You have yet to begin preparing in the kitchen and I will not shorten your punishment to accommodate. If our guests must be apologized to due to a late meal it will come from your lips, and you will not spare telling them why. Go now. Up." He took in another slow, deep breath, eyes still closed. "Fetch your rosary, Yvette. Expose your lower half and take your position over this chair which you are so used to by now. Do not linger." Else leather would have to take the place of her father's palm. |
A Discussion of Theology (SnowGlassRoses) | Oh how blissful were the nights spent curled within one another s embrace Hours passing in front of the fireplace, as their fingertips explored nearly every curve and crevasse of God s masterful craftsmanship Their lips caressing Their noses nuzzling...With only the sound of the fire crackling, soft breaths and gentle laughs of delight to break the ever so comforting silence To gaze with such affection into one another s eyes, was a connection that very few would ever have While Aramis had waited for years Yvette had been blessed, perhaps spoiled, with love for the majority of her life Not that love meant any less to the beautiful little angel of course! In fact, love had shaped her into the doting, devout songbird that her Papa cherished so dearly Love serenaded her soul at all hours, in all circumstances. Much like her Uncle Porthos,in his better moods, she held such a vivacious lust for life But as the lesson was in Eden, no man nordaughtercould amount to complete perfection Even those so painstakingly close, fell from grace at times..And when they fell they fell swiftly...Cascading down into turmoil with such tragic elegance, like the Morning Star from Heaven s glory Becoming far more distraught, the further from that warmth of their paradise they fell Such was apparent, in the glimmering tears in Yvette s eyes as she felt her Papa s hand curve beneath her, urging her from the comfort of his lap and the tenderness of his embrace...Her lips quivered slightly as she stubbornly kept her hands upon his chest, her fingers curling slightly as if ready to cling to him with all of her lithe might should he try to separate her from him Her head however bowed as began speaking, her hands reluctantly dropping to her lap..Pressing childishly between her knees as she allowed the softest of whimpers to escape her In the midst of this lecture, she could still feel the warmth of heaven s sun upon her face She could hear in the back of her mind, the commandments of Honor thy father, and the sermons addressing obedience..She should be a good girl..Papa was right, it was her responsibility to mind the house and What?Hazel eyes now turned up, as if he had struck her right across the face Her eyes hardened..Her mouth slightly agape in disbelief at what he had just proposed...A maid?Had her Papa plunged a dagger into the maiden s heart, her pain would have been much less Such a wound from such an affront, Yvette felt as if she had been turned out in the midst of a storm and told never to return Of course, this was the dramatic jump of which young maidens often leapt to in their already emotional mindsets maidens especially striving to such perfection as Yvette Of course Papa would never do such a thing! But for sweet Yvette, even his slightest disappointment hurled her into such a state of distress A mindset of extremities that fed like leaches off of her fear of losing his love The mention of bringing in a maid had fattened said leaches certainly, and as Yvette rose silently to her feet, walking quietly towards her rosary box...Images of some scantily clad harlot with tits larger than her head, teasing and tempting her Papa to the point of him ignoring her entirely, plagued the young teens heart to the point she felt near faint!Her hands trembled as she picked up the soft pinkened pearls which made up the beads of her silver chained rosary Her heart frantically fluttering as she turned to look towards her Papa s, whose eyes still remained closed Further separating her from his heart A Maid. Her voice ached, a soft climmering of pearls rubbing together as she twisted her rosary around her nimble fingers..Her eyes casting in all different directions as she walked, trying to settle upon anything that would not spear her with such despair as viewing her Papa sitting so sternly and coldly before her.. Papa there is no need for a maid! I don t want a maid..I don t need a maid! I am perfectly capable of..of taking care of the house! Of you! She paused, close enough to him that the skirts of her gown caressed his knee. Sweet sensitive Yvette, her heart throbbing in her throat as she stood, with her rosary wrapped tourniquetly tight about her wrists, trembling like an exiled angel crawling back towards God s throne... There was much more to do this morning before Mass than I had anticipated I..I lost track of time and rushed out without checking the kitchen and..and.. Her nails pressed harshly within her own palms, trapping the beads of her rosary, pressing the smooth side of the cross against her wrists as she fidgeted. Apprehension had drastically shifted from a punishment she would have submitted to out of soft guilt, towards some sort of malicious plan of replacement that was clearly the concoction of a spiraling emotional uproar within Yvette s precious heart. Papa it was just once Just once! There s no reason to allow some some scarlet stranger into our house! You are not hers to take care of! |
A Discussion of Theology (SnowGlassRoses) | There was much more to do before Mass this morning than she had anticipated. And she had lost track of time. And she'd had to rush. And if he let her, if he allowed her sweet voice and quick wit to do so, Yvette would talk him out of things, talk him into things, and have him completely forgetting the point before a moment's time. Aramis' eyes remained closed still, breath entering through his nose, filling his lungs to be let out in a slow, heavy sigh. Did she know what she put him through, every time she fought it? Was she aware of the pains striking your child caused a father, how it hurt to hit one you cared for so? Or was she only thinking of herself at this moment, of evading a punishment that, in time, would make her a better person for it?Every blow he'd deal her would be like two to himself, both straight to his heart. One day, he hoped, she may come to understand why he must now endure it."Enough," the priest stated plainly. Aramis' voice was not raised, but rather it was powerful, powerful as it ever was. A man of learning. A man of God. And, when necessary, a man of the blade, they like a trinity that never demanded, but rather earned respect wherever he may go his home no less than any. "Your father cares for you deeply, Yvette. I will not ask you to calm, not with what is to come, but I will ask you to listen, for right now you waste both time and patience. ...I take no pleasure in this. In truth I take great pain, my hope for arriving home early this evening to embrace you in warmth, not to have to strike my child because she failed to sneak around behind my back." A pause. "Are you sorry?" Another, brief but meaningful. "Ask yourself why. Is it because you failed in your duty or because you were caught?"Enough stalling. Taking another deep, slow breath, a breath of courage, Aramis reached for his young daughter's hand to guide her right up against his side. She would know what was coming. She would know it well, this, he thought in disappointing reflection, an act between them too often as of late. And she would know that at this point any further argument would only make it worse. Aramis' second hand slid to his daughter's hip, to her waist, sliding around to the small of her back which he had caressed so tenderly so that morning upon waking her. Now his hand pressed to it for a different reason entirely, bare palm against her finely woven dinner dress, perhaps not as fancy an outfit as a lady of the King's court but far extravagant by a country girl's standards, urging her to lean forward, at which point she should know to take her position stretched upon his waiting lap."I have no interest in bringing in additional help, monetarily or out of necessity. You made a very significant stink about the ladies who used to be here several years ago, and you swore to me, swore rather fervently if I remember, that you were a big girl now and could handle it all on your own. How would you ever learn to be a good wife one day, Papa, you asked, if I did not let you try?" He did not shift when she strewn out across him. He simply sat still, back straight and against the chair, though once his daughter was in place his hands shifted, his right now at the top of her back where her shoulder blades came together, open palm resting against the soft cotton of her dress, his other reaching for the hem of her skirts. "And you have done wonderfully so, Yvette. You have proven very capable, and I have enjoyed using the money saved to splurge on you as most fathers only wish they could. Yet I would be letting you down as a father if all I did was spoil you, if I never used a firm hand to remind you of the way of things."The skirts came up, one at a time, pulled over the curve of her bottom to come to rest in a bunched up pile at the small of Yvette's back. "You have your rosary, my love," he stated, hand taking hold of her soft cotton undergarment when that was all which was left, guiding it down over the curvature of her fifteen year old backside. Firm and lovely. Bare and vulnerable. "Use it to make peace." The first strike came quick, without hesitance, for give himself a moment to reconsider and he very well might. "Peace with me." A second raise of his arm, a second falling blow, open palm stinging across the same left cheek as the first. "Peace with yourself." Followed by the third, swift and unforgiving, Aramis' whole body tense. "Peace with God."Perhaps she would never know the pain which winced upon his face with every blow. Perhaps such was for the best. |
A Discussion of Theology (SnowGlassRoses) | Enough, Her Papa s voice was soft, yet thunderous, like a great storm in Yvette s aching heart His words sincerely pained by the events which would soon take place a grief his young daughter always seemed to forget in the midst of her childish panic. As he spoke, she bowed her head. She did not answer his questions, as they were not meant for a vocal response They were for her to reflect inwardly upon Rhetorical questions which would provide the choir of her punishment. Yvette s eyes focused upon the beautiful rosary trapped between her palms The outline of the cross now pressing against her soft skin A symbol of forgiveness...Papa always forgave her...As he reached for her hand, she did not hesitate to take his...A quiet gesture of submission, of which she gently, needily, squeezed for reassurance. She could not speak...Her words lumped shamefully within her throat as she gazed upon him, looking so drained of that vigorous light that always seemed to surround him...Indeed, this act had taken place quite often as of late Much more than when she was a young child. It was taking a toll on her Papa...Arguably, her curiosity had grown..Her intrigue of broadening her knowledge treading far too close to the line of mischief than was proper for a young maiden .No doubt however, the surging hormones swirling about within her heart, beneath those supple, blossoming breasts, had more than just a little to do with her somewhat more daring, nature, as of late..Swallowing lightly, a trembling exhale escaped her lips as she felt his hand sliding up from her hip, towards the small of her back. The lightest touch that earlier just that day had been so comforting, now proved far less innocent in its intentions Yvette s gown was by no means elaborate, though quite flattering upon her slender figure. The design itself was rather simple, though nevertheless an envious piece for many of the young maiden s in the countryside. The closest they would ever get to the gown of a Princess, perhaps On Sundays, Yvette quite enjoyed fancying up for her Papa and her Uncles To hear their praise was not feeding so much to vanity, as it was to a much more na ve desire of a young girl wanting to be pretty. On occasions though, Uncle Porthos would be far too explicit in his compliments, and Papa had quite the growl to his voice when chastising him The bodice of the gown was lined with a simple trimming of golden threaded lace, hugging tightly to her breasts so that they were pressed together and upwards, resulting in a most alluring cleavage..The brocade was of a silken texture, dyed a deep hunter green which seemed to shift to a deep golden color depending upon the light. The stomacher had a lovely pattern of ivy vines and fleur de lis cascading across.. The sleeves ended on the curve of her elbow, lined with a gathering of lace which extended only a few inches further down her arm. Had she chosen to wear a farthingale beneath her gown, than her skirts would have no doubt flung up above her head the moment she laid across her Papa s lap! However, having a severe distaste for such torturous inventions of false fashion, Yvette had worn only her petticoats that day as well as a modest stays of course.As she laid herself over Papa s lap, she pressed one palm against the floor to steady herself, placing her body in the most comfortable way permissible for such a position. Once steady, she felt him shift The hems of her skirts grasped, Yvette clutched tightly to her rosary. He had no need to remind her of its presence..The moment her skirts began being folded upward, Yvette had begun praying..Softly, almost inaudibly, but her lips still moved as her fingers caressed her prayer beads.. O Lord, Jesus Christ, Redeemer and Savior, forgive my sins, just as You forgave Peter's denial and those who crucified You The skirts had been laid upon her back, Papa s hand now upon the band of her undergarments.. C Count not my transgressions, but, rather, my tears of repentance. Remember not my The first strike caused a most innocent shriek to interrupt her prayers..Her lips quivering agape for a moment, as she stammered upon her words.. Not..Not my iniquities, but, more especially, my sorrow for the offenses I have committed against You. The second strike she was somewhat more prepared for, though her toes curled within her black laced shoes, her ankles crossing over one another as she slightly wriggled upon his lap. I I long to be true to Your Word, and pray that You will love me and come to make Your dwelling place within me.. The third caused Yvette s entire body to curl against her Papa s legs..Her head bowed as she bit down harshly upon her lip, her knees jutting forward, nearly tucking beneath the chair Her hands, trembling, clutching the rosary upwards above her head. The tears that had threatened to spill, now flowed freely down flushed, pink cheeks..As she spoke the final verse of prayer, her quivering voice was slightly more audible I promise to give You praise and glory in love, and in service, all the days of my life |
A Discussion of Theology (SnowGlassRoses) | The pause Aramis' hand found between strikes had little to do with mercy toward his daughter, for her mercy would come from God, not from him, and everything to do with how much a man could endure. Be firm, he would tell himself after every sharp blow to her pale bottom, after every sharp wince that followed. It is the only way she will learn her errors and grow up into a proper lady. A fourth blow. Her high pitched feminine shriek which filled their home, echoing off the walls, did little good for a father's heart. "I love you," he whispered, eyes closed, his voice so low that barely he could even hear it. They were for himself rather than Yvette. "I simply wish you would behave." A fifth strike, open palm coming sharp across his blossoming teen's bare backside.And blossoming she was, he thought, beautiful and growing more so. After the first few initial strikes Aramis paused in the punishment, but not to let her up. His left palm lowered again to that soon to be reddened ass, to those cheeks his hand would strike at the center of, not yet giving specific attention to either. His palm came to brush upon them, his touch gentle this time, a sharp contrast, before gliding to Yvette's left cheek, encompassing the breadth of it in an outstretched hand. He caressed it, moved in a slow circle about her skin, rubbing, almost massaging his little girl's intimate area. It was important to him, even in the depths of punishment, that she know she is loved, a young woman's heart fragile, easily shifting, yet worth the world. Firm, he thought approvingly, his hand giving her bottom a light squeeze. She would make some man very happy one day.A sixth strike, sharp and sudden. Aramis' hand released its grip on Yvette's left cheek to quickly raise up, and to twice as quick descend, sucking in a breath as he struck her. The first prayer had been a wonderful choice. She would need several more to get through this, though. A seventh blow, his hand very much concentrating on the left side of her curved skin now. An eighth, in quick succession. He took note of his daughter's squirming about, as she would, as she ever did, Aramis' right hand doing what it could to reach to her far shoulder, to hold her upper body across his lap as much as one strong hand could. She would know not to get away though. Squirm all you care, but run and Papa's belt would crack you before you even reached the door.Nine.Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen.The shrieks and choked tears saved her from her fourteenth, though she would not know it. The aging man's heart couldn't. He just... he couldn't, may God forgive his weak lapse. Aramis has indeed raised his arm in the air again but there it paused, breathing in and out, waiting a few seconds until Yvette's pained howls died down before another swing.Fourteen.Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen.He switched to her other cheek, to her right.Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank.The minutes passed, as slowly as they ever could. It was amazing how quick they seemed at times, though now, now it amazed him even more at just how much heartache could be fit into a single one. The tears that dotted Aramis' cheeks were silent ones, his face otherwise firm, his eyes closed, never breaking composure for fear a single crack may lose it entirely. They would be wiped away before she could ever see, the sadness trickling on his cheeks. Then, in a sudden spike of frustration, teeth clenched, his right hand moved from her shoulder to her hair, gripping full to Yvette's dark blonde curls. Aramis jerked her head back as his left hand raised up high, forcing her neck taut, forcing her throat to expose. And like that he continued her beating, fast, fast and unrelenting, each new strike coming in swift, hard tandem, allowing no reprieve.Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!Another pause. Aramis' breathing came strong and deep. His grip laxed on her curls and took to stroking her instead, running fingers through her soft, very well taken care of hair. The other fell to Yvette's cheeks again, no longer lily white but a considerably brighter color a degree of blush one rarely possessed on the cheeks on their face. Aramis did what he could, all he could, sadly, to assure her without words that she was loved. Should she come to hate him for this, for even a moment, then the shattering of his heart may prove him not as strong as he may outwardly seem. "I am sorry," he muttered, again to himself, fingers drifting from her hair back down to her dress, again to her back where his touch could caress up and down the length of her dress, from her neck down between her shoulders, down to just above her bottom and back again, tracing tender along the fabric. His other hand did what it could to soothe her backside, ever so soft, light squeezes one might receive from a lover followed by the gentle caresses of his fingers.But then he felt something, something that made him positively shiver. Yvette's more intimate blonde curls. The proof of her blossoming womanhood. Eyes closed the entire time, Aramis hadn't been thinking how close he was until he felt several loose curls from her tuft of hair against one of his digits. His heart froze. His hand instantly pulled away, a quick pang of shame washing over him. Her innocence. It was unintentional. She... she likely didn't even feel it, it was just a few hairs and not her skin. He told himself that, taking yet another deep, heavy breath, though his hand on her back had ceased its ministrations in accordance with the sudden burst of shame.A minute passed where nothing was said. Where nothing was done. Then, his mind forced to steel, his back ever straight against the chair, Aramis silently retook to his task. One hand on Yvette's far shoulder to hold her somewhat steady, the other raising and lowering in an unforgiving spank.It had been seven minutes so far, though he wasn't keeping count. It would be another four more before his little girl's thorough punishment was through. Several paced, spread out strikes would be followed by a brief reprieve followed by several more blows to her opposite cheek. When it was done, when it was finally done Aramis took in a sharper breath, eyes still closed as he spoke."Stand up, Yvette. ...when you can." A heavy tone to match a heavy heart, eyes never once opening through the lot of it. "Your punishment is over... Please, I want you to stand up in front of my chair with your skirts still raised." |
A Discussion of Theology (SnowGlassRoses) | I love you Yvette s body quivered as she pressed her forehead against the cold wooden floor, her hands still raised, fingers twisted tightly around the pearls of her rosary The prayer chain shaking slightly within her trembling hands. The words burned her truly worse than his open balm..He spoke with such a tremble to his voice. Her heart was aching, panging with such guilt and remorse now What a wretched child she was, to bring her Papa such pain Her lips quivering still, Yvette closed her eyes tightly as tears continued to trickle down her pretty face. Her nose was reddened from her sobs, which she had kept quite quietly for a girl of such..emotion. One would imagine she would be wailing from the way her body was squirming, but it was far easier to bite down upon one s lip than to keep their body still After such a soothing, comforting caress to her pinkened backside, the sixth strike nearly did cause a shriek to escape her lips. Harshly, she bit down further upon her lip, her body once again curling against her Papa s lap as her toes curled within her shoes, her ankles crossing to try and keep herself in place but alas, for no use..She could not help but to wriggle, to squirm..Once, when she was a foolish child, she had fled from him in the midst of her punishment Having been young, her dress was not as weighted down by layers of silks and tulle. She had managed to reach the door, her fingertips gripping the knob and ready to pull back so she could escape down the halls but Papa had swiftly caught her, and perhaps the memory of that pain caused her to yelp more so than the present She could feel her Papa falter, and as she lay trembling upon his lap, breathily repeating her prayer over again She raised a wrist to her eyes, dabbing away the tears which lingered upon her face She had allowed, for a moment, her guard to set down A mistake which she should not have made, for Papa s punishments were never so swiftly completed. With heart racing, ringing in her ears, Yvette had not heard that threateningswishwhich would forewarn the blow that she had not been expecting Having straightened her knees to brace herself to stand, that swift slap folded her body immediately over her Papa s lap once more. Nearly dropping the rosary to the floor, the base of the cross did softly scrape against the wood..but Yvette clutched tightly, and as she fought back the urges to simply break down in sobs Such a strive proved difficult, as a sudden surge of animosity consumed her Papa .The Devil in her passing to him, perhaps for the moment being, as he seized her pretty curls in his free hand and forced her up by those lovely tresses. Yvette whimpered, drawing her breath quickly inward, hissing slightly Her eyes blurred now with those incessant tears, Yvette s lips a reddened shade from the harsh pressing of her teeth..It was wonder she had not split them entirely from how firmly she bit down..Her pretty nails however had indeed broken the skin ever so slightly in some places upon her hands, gripping herself so tightly that her knuckles had gone shades far paler than her normal complexion. Such a sensitive beauty, delicate as a rose despite her stubborn thorns..As he released her hair, she bent her head forward once again, forehead touching the floor slightly as she turned her face from him. Her curls cascading down from her shoulders, out of his reach, to veil her face Should her tears trickle down to the wooden floorboards, they would be miniscule, but enough to twinkle slightly in the firelight She lay very still across her Papa s lap, as he relinquished her punishment for the time being Using his hands instead to soothe her, stroke her softly..It was almost unfathomable, the way the hands of a father could stir up such varied emotions in his little girl Tears of shame, to a heart pattering and swooning with adoration She did not hate him, by any means. She could never hate her Papa Though all little girls, even those most affectionately besotted by their Papa s as Yvette, became upset with their Papa s at times As his hands explored her body, the folds of her dress and the burning skin of her sore backside, Yvette lay very still. Her thighs quivering at times, her toes curled tightly within her laced shoes As the moments passed in near silence, the cracklings of the fireplace was accompanied every so often by her soft weeping..Lost in her own despair, she had not noticed his sudden, rather panicked movement..She had not felt the delicate caress against her most intimate curls..She did however, shy away from the hand he placed soon after upon her shoulder. Burying her face closer against the floor, as if she could vanish or hide from him there..Her legs buckled with each strike to follow, her sobs choked back more audibly now as her entire body quivered with each blow She could no longer contain herself Her hands, though still with her rosary draped about her fingertips, covered her face as she sobbed against them, fingers twisting within her curls tightly.But as with all good Papa s, Aramis knew when to stop A suitable punishment was not too much, nor too little..but enough to push down all of the walls a little girl could build up. Vulnerable once again, Yvette did not rise when she was permitted Several sharp inhales were taken as her lithe young figure sought to regain it s composure. Every muscle and every curve was aching.. burning, though none more so than the young maiden s heart Another moment passed before Yvette brought one hand to her Papa s right knee, keeping her other arm veiled across her face, hiding herself childishly within the crease of her elbow as she steadied herself, standing slowly as if she feared falling apart there before him Her skirts began to drop as she stood before him, but the hand which had been upon his knee moved to gather them and hold them in place, in a proper manner which would cover her more intimate places but keep her reddened bottom exposed.She did not look at him, though she longed to She wanted to crawl back onto his lap, and hide her face against his neck for the remainder of the evening He would not need to speak just hold her Yet she kept a small distance from him, as she fought to still the remainder of the sobs which seized at her throat..Her hair was a slight mess now, untidy from all the twisting and tugging..Perhaps more appropriate for a woman whom has just been bedded than a young lady recently punished There was a glow to her skin, one encouraged by her distress, but a lovely radiance nevertheless Yvette felt half her age, with her knees pressed together and her arm vainly attempting to cover her face,..She was completely unaware of how becoming she actually looked after such an ordeal |
WoW: The Internal Quests. | WoW: The Internal Quests. Vatia sat on the edge of the Goblin Zeppelin as she watched the tower of Orgrimmar grow closer. She had left her home in Eversong Woods to find her fortune in the world. Well really she just wanted someone to teach her about adventuring. Back home every able bodied adventure was off experiencing new things seeing new sights so no one wanted to help a young Blood Elf Rogue learn the ropes. After many failed attempts to work alone she decided to search out someone to work with. But no one wanted to work with her so she left Silvermoon and tried her luck in Tirisfal Glades. But her hatred of Scourge made it hard to work with the Forsaken even thou they were supposed to be allies, Vatia had seen what the Scourge had done to her people and want nothing of them. So now she was off to Durtar and try to find a partner there.As the Zeppelin pulled up to the tower Vatia reach down and picked up her pack. The heat and humidity were already making her pale golden skin sweet which made her long blonde hair stick to her face. As she was bending over Vatia long ears picked up laughter from behind her. Looking around she saw a Tauren and a Troll looking at her with smug smiles on their faces. Vatia straightened up quickly and started to say something to them for laughing at her. But their eyes still looked behind her. Turning her head Vatia looked to see what they were looking at. Her glowing green eyes widen as she saw that her cape had fell away from her back letting the two males see the curvy of her ass under her tight leather pants. She turned away as she felt her face blush, they weren t making fun of her they were admiring her body. Vatia smiled to herself as she remembered the way her fellow Blood Elves had scoffed at the thought of other Horde members ogling Blood elf women. She didn t see anything wrong with it and had been curious about the males of the Taurens, Trolls, Orcs, and even the funny little Goblins. Vatia lifted her pack and walked toward the ramp. She glanced at the Troll and Tauren and saw they were still smiling at her. She smiled shyly back then headed down the ramp and the short distance to the gates of Orgrimmar.Walking into to Orgrimmar for the first time was amazing. The sights and sounds that greeted her made her mouth drop open in surprise. Never had she seen so many different beings in one place. There were vendor shouting to buy the goods. Warriors heading off to the north. Adventures riding in and out. She even saw a few females inviting the men to fellow them to their rooms. Oh, right she remembered what they were. Vatia looked around and saw a guard standing watch by the entrance. She had to shout to ask him were she could find work. He gave her a lopsided grin and asked how much. Vatia looked puzzled at him then glowing green widened and she shook her head make her blonde hair stick more to her pale golden face. She explained what she was looking for and felt sorry as the guard looked at her chest fallen. He pointed her to a tavern close by.Vatia walked into the tavern and was greeted with suspicious eyes and a few admiring ones. She looked around and saw many male and female patrons some drinking, some talking, and some watching a Troll woman in the corner slowly undressing to the music a Goblin played beside her. Vatia felt jealous as she saw the Troll woman take her top off and noticed her breast were much larger then her. Shaking her head she walked over to where a wooden broad was stuck to the wall. Yellowed pieces of paper were tacked to it. Reaching up she brushed long strains of blonde hair from her face as she looked over the papers.Great they were all in Orcish. Why hadn t she learned to read Orcish without help? Because her people thought it was beneath them. Vatia reach back into one of her pouches and pulled out a small book. At least she could translate the writing with this. Opening it she looked from the first letter then down at the book. She thumbed thru four pages until she found it. This is going to take forever. She said. |
WoW: The Internal Quests. | Thalgar ran the sharpening stone along the edge of his weapon, sparks falling to the ground from the large double bladed axe. The weapon was already plenty sharp of course, he kept his weapon well prepared for the battle at all times. A warrior is only as good as his weapon and Thalgar was a very good warrior.Muscles bulged underneath his armor, his powerful build obvious even underneath the metal rings of his chainmail. In the heat sweat glistened across his dark green skin, cutting throgh the layers of road dust that constantly filled the air in the grasslands town. Yellow eyes watched the tavern arond him even as his hands worked, keeping an eye on the activity around him even in this semipeaceful setting. Even the top of his body was warlike, shore of hair in order to stop it from interfearing with him in battle.His constant gaze stopped as the elf woman walked in, staring at her as she moved over to the bounty board. She moved with a graceful step, the weapons and her movements declaring her as a rogue. Many orcs looked down on Blood Elves, seeing them as new allies that could not yet be trusted, and weak ones at that. Relying on guile and and magic instead of strength but Thalgar could see the use of them. Yes they did not possess the strength of an orc but he had seen a fireball boil the skin from a man, the posioned dagger slide into the heart. They may not have much honor but they were effective on the battle field. And even though they didn't have the tusks of an orc woman their was something enjoyable about they finally shaped bodies.The heavily muscled orc pushed his seat back, the chair groaning as he released it from his wieght. He shouldered his large axe, slinging the shield andsmaller axe that served as his secondary weapons onto his back as well before he moved across the tavern. The crowds parting around him as his large shoulder pushed through the other patrons, like a ship parting the waves."The bounty is for pirates. In particular their captain." Thalgar growled to the female elf, his deep voice speaking in the language common to all of the Horde. |
WoW: The Internal Quests. | Vatia was so intent on the paper she was trying to translate that she hadn t heard someone step up behind her. She jumped and almost dropped her book as she heard a deep voice start speaking to her. She turned quickly to see who it was her hand going to the hilt of her dagger. A orc. She could feel his rumbling voice in her chest as he finished his statement. Oh, that s what it says. Um reads. She winced at how dumb she must sound and turned back to the paper. Sounds like something I could do. Her hand pulled away from her dagger and reached up with her slender hand and pulled the bounty paper down.Vatia turned to look at the Orc again. As she did she smelled the pungent odor coming off his body. She hadn t spent much time around Orcs and never really smelled one so it was a surprise when his musky odor hit her nose. But unlike her fellow Blood Elves, Vatia tried her best not to show her displeasure or surprise. Besides she didn t want to offend him. With a little cough she looked up into his yellow eyes for he was a bit taller than she was. Her glowing green eyes then took in the rest off his features. Dark green skin wet with sweet and covered with dust from. She could see his chainmail strain to hold in his bulging muscles of his chest. A confident looking face with a bald head and two tusk showing on either side of his mouth. A large double bladed axe at his back. Vatia forgot about his smell as she drew in a breath. Despite herself she found him somewhat attractive.She was surprised at how she felt as she looked him over. She blinked her glowing green eyes as she tried to remember what he said. Oh, are you going for this um bounty. As she talked unconsciously Vatia reached up and pushed back her clock from her slender shoulders. Her dark leather vest came down just above her belly button and two straps held it over her pale golden shoulders. The low cut in front showing off her small but nice sweet covered cleavage. Is it always this hot here? |
WoW: The Internal Quests. | "So a skinny little thing like you is going to go after the pirates hunh? You sure you can do it by yourself?" The large orcs arms crossed across his chest, his thick shoulders squaring up even more with the simple movement. Muscles moving and bulging with the movement. Of course he knew that just because a blood elf was skinny didn't mean much, their small bodies holding more muscle than would be beleiveable. Still while there was grace and experience to her, obvious in her movements, it still spoke to inexperience. The potential was there but the practice hadn't brought it all out yet."I was thinking about going for the bounty myself, though there isn't any reason that we can't work together. After all the bounty is the same no matter how many of us end up killing him. Besides it doesn't hurt to have some company." The orc couldn't help but having his eyes go up and down her body. After all even if she didn't mean to do it, she had gone from something that covered all over her body to showing quite a lot of flawless smooth skin. Suprising considering her profession."Yeah it tends to be hot around here. Though you tend to get used to the feeling. So what do you say. Want to team up for this one?" Thalgar cocked his head to the side, looking back into the the elf woman's eyes. |
WoW: The Internal Quests. | Vatia frowned at the orc. She wasn t skinny, slender maybe but not skinny. She couldn t understand why it bothered her. But he was right about one thing, she couldn t do it by herself. Not unless she want to wake up in the local grave yard over and over again. Her frown vanished as she saw his dark green muscular arm bulge when he crossed his arms. She gulped at the sight of those large muscles at work. She had a feeling that this orc wasn t the brute savage that her people believed his race to be.She listened to what he said next and almost said yes before he finished. Yes, your company would be good. I mean company as in more then one trying it alone. Not that your company would be bad. Just mmm. I m not skinny. Her face felt a bit hotter as she slightly blushed from making such a dumb remake. She then caught his yellow eyes moving over her from top to bottom. Vatia looked down and saw that her leather vest was showing off her small but nice looking cleavage. She felt her blush deepen as her pale golden face became hotter. She quickly and a little clumsily pulled her clock back over her slender shoulders. Then with a weak smile she looked back at the orc in front of her. Oh, it does! Well good. I ve heard that when you get more into the interior that the humidity drops some but the air is drier. Which would be the same as the humidity dropping. Why do I sound like such a dullard now? She thought as she looked back at the paper in her hand. She looked back up into the orcs eyes. That sounds like a good idea to me. Vatia held out her empty hand toward the orc. I m Vatia. |
WoW: The Internal Quests. | Thalgar grinned as he watched the blood elf woman start to become more and more nervous just by standing in her presence. he coudl hear every gulp that she made, and noticed everytime she stumbled over her own words, knowing exactly where those nervious tics came from. He had met a few blood elves before, mostly a arrogant and snobbish race but a few of the woman seemed to notice the other males in the Horde quite a lot. Their own men were just as feminine as the woman, skninny thigns too and they weren't used the the raw feel of masculinity that the other Horde races had."I understand what you are saying." The orc responded, noticing how she covered herself back up, the blush spreading across her body, including all the way down her neck to her breasts before the cloak fell back into place. He could tell he was having an effect on her and he hadto wonder how much experience she had with males of any race to being with."I'm Thalgar. It is good to meet you." The orc's own hand came forward, the massive hand covering the smaller elves hand on its own. It just seemed to emphasize the difference between the two of them, his hands dwarfing her just as his body did."Do you have everythign that you will need or do you need to pick anythgn else up before we go?" The orc kept her hand in his own, the small and silken smooth skin feeling good versus his own rougher skin. |
WoW: The Internal Quests. | Vatia looked at the orc s smile and realized what it may have meant. It wasn t the arrogant smile of someone who looked down on her. No it was interest in her. Could he find her attractive? The thought of that would make other Blood elves cringe with disgust but Vatia found it exciting. Maybe they could Vatia gulped again. Hello Thalgar. Nice to meet you too. Vatia looked down and saw her slender hand was engulfed in his larger hand. The contrast of their skins, pale golden to dark green, fascinated her. The skin on her hand tingled from the way his rough skin moved over her silky smooth skin. She wondered what it would feel like to have those rough hands touching other places on her body. Her face became hot again at the thought. She didn t even try to pull her slender hand out of his large one. Part of her didn t want to. His hand felt strong and warm wrapped around hers. And she didn t mind that he smelled of traveling. As she watched him a small bead of sweet ran down her neck and in between her small breast. No I just got here from the Zepplen a little while ago. I haven t even found a place to stay. She nervously wiggled two fingers from her other hand to show some one walking. Straight here. Looking for you. She closed her glowing green eyes as she stuttered. Looking for work, that was what I was doing. She reached up and ran her fingers through her blonde hair. As her fingers touched her long ears she realized how hot they felt. Great her blushing was spreading. Vatia pulled her hand back down and smiled at Thalgar again. I um shouldn t need anything before we go. She winced a bit as she tried to hide the fact that she didn t know if she did or not. As she watched him a small bead of sweet ran down her neck and in between her small breast. |
WoW: The Internal Quests. | Thalgar knew what kind of effect that he was having on the Blood Elf. He wasn't skilled in the ways of women, the ways of battle taking over instead but he certainyl knew a few things. Orcs tended to be a bit more direct in their romance as well but he could see the heat rising through her body as she blushed. Could feel the fact that she wasn't dropping his hand even though they had been touching for longer than normal now. He could even follow the line of sweat as he slipped down her thin neck and slid between her breasts before it disappeared from view."Well what ever you were looking for little rogue I think we can get it." Thalgar grinned, his teeth and tusks obvious with his wide grin. He adjusted the straps to his pack and made sure that his weapons would draw easily from their sheaths. He carried plenty of them but it was hard to know which one he would need at any time."No point waiting if you got everything. My mount is outside so you can just collect yours then we can ride." The large orc turned away from Vatia and walked out of the inn. The exit to the great orc city wasn't very far away from the inn so it was a quick walk outside of the city. And there was his mount, a large silver gray wolf standing beside the hitching post outside. As soon as Thalgar stepped out the wolf threw its head back, the reins slipping from the post and the large animal walked over, butting its head against the orcs chest."Vatia this is Thress." |
WoW: The Internal Quests. | Vatia smiled shyly back at the orc. She was a bit surprised to see his tusks but his smile may her feel not as intimidated. She reluctantly released his big strong hand taking one last long look at the contrast between pale golden skin and dark green skin. Vatia watched as he worked on the straps of his pack. She had never seen so many weapons before or so many muscles. Taking a cue from her new companion she checked her own equipment. Dagger, short sword, poison pouch, vanishing dust, and back pack. Yep she was ready.Vatia turned and started following Thalger out of the inn. She looked up at the stage the troll women was on and was a bit surprised to see a dark skinned human girl dancing in her spot. Her black hair spun around her as she danced seductively from the crowd that cheered louder as they watched her undress to the goblins music. Vatia noticed the slave chain around the human girl s wrist and nodded to herself. She had heard that the Horde on this side of the ocean captured others for slaves. At least this one was pretty for a human. Vatia shook her head and walked out of the inn.As she walked behind Thalger, Vatia couldn t help but notice how big the orcs shoulders were. The bulging muscles of the back of his legs and arms. She was so wrapped up in looking at him that she didn t realize that they were outside until she felt the hot sun on her long ears. Vatia looked in front of Thalger to see where they were going and saw a hitching post. She grimaced as she remembered that he had said something about a mount. Vatia had never liked the riding birds of her people. They were a bit to high strung and temperamental for her liking. She watched as the silver gray wolf walked up to Thalger and butt its head against his chest.Vatia gave the wolf a seat smile. Hello Thress. Then she looked up at Thalger. Can I pet it? |
Resolve (Anjeru) | "Shut up."Ignoring him. Grading tests? He'd give her something to grade... Smirking, or rather sneering to himself, Seifer tore a sheet of paper from his notebook and crumpled it up into a ball. The makeshift projectile left his hand, in search of the teacher."...Isaaaiid...shut up," Seifer repeated, though Quistis, or 'Ms.Trepe' as the pompous bitch preferred, hadn't even said anything. It was fun to taunt her though, to poke and prod and see how close he could get her to losing it before she took a breath. She'd just been up there, keeping to herself. Keeping him here, when there was no goddamn reason to be.So he and his 'welcoming committee' had taken it upon themselves to show that new girl around Balamb. So they'd convinced her that the boys locker room was really the girls locker room. So they'd tricked her into going inside and undressing just in time for the period to end, and in time for about fifteen sweaty guys to come in after practice, seeing her with who knows how little on. And so, when she cried for directions to the headmaster's office, they instead gave her directions to the training grounds. ...So what? It wasn't Seifer's fault she couldn't take a joke. Or take one of the T Rexaurs by herself.What a kid.Yet he was getting shafted for it, and got nailed with a month of detention. How many days had it been now? ...forty three minutes? Well,fuck.Seifer tore and rolled up another paper ball into a gloved hand. To this one he added something a little extra, a wad of phlegm, tossing it halfway across the room in hopes for Quistis' head.The foot on his desk, his chair on a tilt, helped with the arc of his throw. Snickering to himself, Seifer called out, "How 'bout you just let me the hell outta here? You hate me, and I sure as hell ain't a fan'a yours, blondie." The pompous bitch. She was like what, a year older than him? She wasn't some 'adult', at least not in the sense that it took to run a classroom. No one respected her. Maybe if he was a female he'd be able to blow the headmaster to get a promotion too. "Unless you're some masochistic cunt who gets off on me calling you names and throwing things at your head when I'm bored, and trust me, this ain't the most exciting thing I've ever had to be a part of, you can let me just leave now and we'll both be happy.""Look, I'll even lay low for awhile."A lie."No one even has to know I'm out. I'll go catch a flick, or sit in my dorm and read some gunblade magazine or somethin'."Or find that brunette bitch and torment her further for not being able to take a joke in the first place."How 'bout we just call things where they are? I mean, shit. Feels like a month already tome..." |
Resolve (Anjeru) | Instructor Trepe, or Quistis, simply sat and graded the papers turned in by her class earlier in the day. Seifer, her most obnoxius and trouble making student, had been caught tormenting the new transfer. Now she was stuck baby sitting the little punk as requested by Headmaster Cid. She respected the headmaster enough to not refuse his requests.Both times he chucked the balls of wadded paper, she simply lifted her grade book to let them bounce off to the desk or floor. She lowered the book the second time, glaring at him from behind the lenses of her glasses. His attitude and actions were beginning to irritate her, not to mention the way he spoke to her.No onetalked down to her the way Seifer did.So what if she was only a year older than most her students. So what if she was an eighteen year old instructor. That didn't give this little shit any reason to be treating her this way. Though Seifer had always had problems with authority figures, he always seemed to take his hate out on her. Talking to her like some stuck up bitch who thrived on making him suffer.Hah!This was the last place she wanted to be. However, as a instructor whether rookie or not she had to fufill her dutiess and administer his month of detention as punishment.Her eyes slid to the clock and inwardly she groaned.Fourty five minutes?It had only been fourty five minutes and already she was beginning to become pissed at the young gunblade user.How was she going to do this for a month?Quistis turned her eyes back to Seifer as he began to try and talk his way out of detention. She knew better than to believe his words. He was more than likely lying just to get out of here."You're not going anywhere. You were given a punishment for your despicable treatment of one of our students. As your instructor, I will make sure the punishment is administered," she replied simply, marking something down in her open grade book.She didn't even bother to look up at him as she spoke. No doubt, given the burning hole she felt, he was glowering at her like a caged beast. Simply continued marking her papers, for the most part doing her best to ignore him. |
Resolve (Anjeru) | "Cuuuuuuunnnnttttt," he called out, palms cupping either side of his mouth as if he were calling to someone across a field, and with an extra emphasis on the 't'.Would that get her attention?After a moment Seifer smirked, smirked openly, brazenly challenging her authority. And then he shrugged. And then he cocked his head to a side with the confidence that made him so likeable, and began to speak with the bluntness that had earned him the admiration of his peers. Some of them anyway. Some of them were babies, or punks, and didn't matter much in the longrun. "Hey, you know why people don't like you,Ms.Trepe?" Oh, that pronunciation had something to it alright. Something nasty. Something just begging her to bite, to show that he was getting to her. "It's because you're a bitch. No, really, follow me on this one."The smirk widened. Fine. She could keep her head down, grade her papers, or at least be pretending to. He knew she was listening. "What are you, like ten, eleven months ahead of me? That's not even a full year. And here I am, head of my class when it comes to field exams, ace'n any challenge Garden puts me up against, and yet you're two steps up the ladder ahead of me. People see that, you know. They resent that. They resent the fact that you're a chick, not 'cause you're a chick that's in charge, but 'cause you probably got those two promotions while on your knees."And there it was. That would get a rise. Snap a pencil, cause a vicious glare. Something. And like a viper with the scent of blood, Seifer continued, all of this just a game to him, a relief of boredom. "Look, it ain't nothin' personal. I don't like you, but that's beside the point. People talk. They say you probably blew old man Cid a few times to get where you are, and you know what? People resent that. Especially guys like myself who bust their ass and carry the rest of 'em out in the field, yet I gotta sit here and put up with you? What the fuck kind of relevancy does all your paperwork have when I'm the one makin' things happen? See, if you can give good head,Ms.Trepe, or if you got a nice tight little twat, then more power to ya. Just don't be all high and mighty about your job, out to make my day shit just 'cause you can."Seifer cast a quick glance to the clock. Fourty eight minutes. That means another fourty two of this, of her. Of just them. And then another day of it, every day, for the next goddamn month. This was going to get the rise he sought because it had to. Tick. Tick. Tick. The second hand was beyond irritating. One of them had to snap. One of them had to, if only for something to do. |
Resolve (Anjeru) | Ooooh,he was pushing buttons indeed. He knew damn well he was. She could hear beneath the nasty tone of his voice that he was amused by his instigating words. He wanted her to snap at him. He was testing her patience and her patiencewasbeing tested. Sorely so.Don't let it get to you, she reminded herself, though that sentiment was short lived. When he insinuated that she got where she was by sucking cock and spreading her legs, her fingers tightened so hard on her pencil, that it snapped in two.Her head lifted long enough for her to send the little shit a glare, handing reaching to take another pencil from her desk."Say what you want, I won't matter. Doesn't change the fact that I'myourinstructor. Doesn't change the fact I passed the SeeD test at 15, two whole yearsbeforeyou wait, you haven't even passed it yet, so it's two years and counting."The words were all said calmly, though she meant to insult him as he had insulted her."I got to where I am by hard work and dedication, not spreading my legs like a common whore. Not that you know what hard work or dedication is like," she mused as she lowered her eyes back to the grade book. Marking something here or there.Fifty two minutes now.Was it going to be this way the entire month? God, she hoped not. Quistis would end up killing him where he sat, if it was. She could not take a month of him insulting her, questioning her chasity, and the like. It was pissing her off. She was ever the cool, frigid bitch, or cunt as he liked to call her.She wasn't about to lose her license over someone like him. |
Resolve (Anjeru) | O ho!And there it was.He'd gotten a rise. A few rises it seemed, and back to back, each of them like sweet candy.What to do now? Things were escalating. Escalating, by his hand. Interesting. Entertaining. He'd been in this position a thousand times before. One of them would back down, acknowledging the other as the alpha, and then Seifer would smirk in relishment of his victory. That's how it went. That's how this would go. So, he just had to take things to the next step.Whatever that was.He'd wing it. Seifer stood from his seat with her comments, slowly, deliberately slow, narrowing his eyes on his teacher. On his jailer. What the hell was he going to do? Take a breath. A deep one. Keep his back straight, his eyes on her. The dissatisfied glare was often enough, didn't need anything with it, not initially. That gave him time to think. He stood from his desk and shuffled aside, out of the way of the seat, eyes on Instructor Trepe."Cunt," Seifer repeated as he approached her desk, a saunter to his step, long grey coat swaying slightly with the movement of booted feet. Was it loud enough to be heard? Maybe. It just kind of came out, but it fit. Fit her well. "I'm gonna say something,Ms.Trepe, and I'm gonna say it once. ...I'll say it once because I don't like having to repeat myself," he said as he reached her desk, bringing a leg up to sit upon the edge. "And I'll say it once because I'm the type of person that demandsrespect." With that Seifer reached forward a gloved palm, cupping Quistis' chin and cheeks within his fingers. He turned her head to him, away from her goddamn papers, away from whatever else a frightened doe might look at to forget about the wolf. He made sure she looked at him as he spoke."That's twoand counting because despite how great I am at the field exams, I still got bitches like you holdin' me back, demanding I meet some certain bullshit criteria on paper... Wellfuckyour papers, you whore! You know what they mean in the field? Nothing!"He released her face from his grip, though remained intimidatingly close, literally half sitting on the side of her desk. Right on top of the pile of papers she was correcting."Apologize." |
Resolve (Anjeru) | As far as Quistis had been concerned, the conversation had been over at the point. She didn't listen to him, didn't even acknowledge that he was speaking to her. What was the point? All he was doing was trying to make her snap at him, to make her lose the cool she was well known for. She didn't even look up when she heard his boots padding across the floor.He didn't give her a choice in ignoring him any longer as he placed himself on her desk and grabbed her chin,makingher look at him.Arrogant ass. He deserved to be shoved out on his ass.Hah!See how far he made it without thosepapershe spoke so bitterly of.She simply stared at him as he spoke, giving no hint of emotion as he forced her to look into his eyes. When he let go, she stood, palms on the desk."I'm not apologizing to you," she said calmly. "You are arrogant. Selfish. And cruel. All these years you've been held back is because of those things. Sure, your paper scores suck, but you can't just get anything you want by force. It takes brainsandbrawns. Every respectable SeeD knows that."Her eyes were narrowed as she spoke to him. Hoping the words hit home. No way in hell was she going to apologize to him."Now get off my desk and get back to your seat." |
Resolve (Anjeru) | Where was this going? Where was it going... He didn't know. In too deep to back down. In too deep to write it off. Oh boy. What a bitch this one was, just couldn't accept defeat, could she?"No," he said simply, slamming a gloved palm down onto the desk just inches from her hand. He did stand though, despite his adamant declination as to otherwise. Seifer stood but didn't return to his seat. Rather, he moved to stand close to Quistis. Beside her. Right beside her. Intimidatingly close, making sure his hot breath could be felt upon the skin of her soft feminine neck."You'd be surprised how much you can get... by force. And I'm not going anywhere, Ms.Trepe, until I have that apology from you." Ms.Trepe. Ever the arrogant bastard, Seifer smirked, knowing how every time he spoke her name in such a way it must come across as nothing short of a viper. Stinging, and establishing himself further."Name calling... Insulting my scores..." Seifer hooked her chair with a corner of his foot, taking advantage of her already standing, and kicked it aside. The chair skidded back a few feet before toppling over an end. "Apologize."A stray hand wandered upon the curve of the half bent instructor's rump, giving it a slow, gentle caress. "We don't have to spend the next month arguing, you know..." When was the last time they'd been this close? "Wecould try to get along." |
Resolve (Anjeru) | He was pushing it too far now. She knew that, but didn't let it show as he stood so close that his hot breath fell across the skin of her neck and shifted the strands of her blonde hair.Apologize? Hah! Not for the same shit he pulled daily. Hell no.A supressed shudder. Another glare. Her hands fisted on her desk.And then he had the nerve to caress her ass, as if he had some right to her. Angrily, she smacked his hand off of her shapely behind with a "Don't touch me." She stood straight, refusing to let the arrogant bastard intimidate her."For the last time, I'm not apologizing to you. Especially not for the same shit you pull on medaily," she said as she stepped back from him. "Force isn't going to get you anywhere in this world and the sooner you realize that, the better. Especially if becoming a SeeD is what you want."Her eyes narrowed at him from behind the lenses of her glasses. She tucked her hair behind an ear and then stubbornly crossed her arms across her ample breasts."I am your instructor, Seifer. You are my student. Now, get back to your seat," she told him. If he didn't listen and continued this assualt if that is what you could call it on her, she would have no choice but to report him to Headmaster Cid. Which would ultimately result in suspension, or him continuing his detention under a different instructor.When he made no move as of yet, she glared harder. "Back. To. Your. Seat." |
Resolve (Anjeru) | Back. To. Your. S Slap!It was he who slapped her, Seifer who slapped Quistis. She wanted to be the one in charge?Shewanted to be the alpha here, so much so that she wasn't going to step down? Then he'd demasculate her.It was done in an instant. It was done without thinking, and once it was done Seifer continued onward, quickly onward, winging it, as pissed with her pompous ass as she may have been with him. After he slapped her, slapped those glasses right off her snotty face, Seifer shoved her backward. Then he took a step toward her before Quistis could reel very far, all of it within a very brief moment, grabbing a fistful of blonde hair and jerking her back toward him, toward the desk. Shifting, Seifer placed his other hand back on her shoulder and forced his teacher forward, placing pressure on her shoulder until she was forced to bend over it completely, cheek upon wood.And then he moved to stand beside her. And then he was pressed up against her, full crotch against the firm ass held tight in her peach skirt, hard chest against her back, pinning her down. So fast. Such a bitch. She deserved it. She deserved... deserved... whatever came of this. He didn't goddamn know."Apologize," he repeated, pinning Quistis down against her own desk with his body weight, "or I'm gonna make you wish you had." |
Resolve (Anjeru) | The slap surprised her. Completely stunned and surprised her. Her head snapped to the side as the pain exploded in the left hand side of her face. The force of it caused her glasses to fall to the ground. She didn't get much time to dwell on it as his hands shoved her back. She stumbled and then glowered, but before she could do anything, he had ahold of her.Gritting her teeth as he grabbed a fistful of her hair, pain reeling as he shoved her towards the desk. Quistis was a fighter too, she wasn't about to let him get his way. This waswayover doing it. Hehadto know that.The mature teen didn't have nearly as much strength as Seifer however, so, even though she squirmed and did her best to free herself, she still ended up with her body bent across her desk. Her throbbing cheek pressed against the wood. Her hands gripped the edge of the desk, nails digging in angrily.Her eyes widened as he pressed his crotch against her ass, held tightly in the tight confines of her peach skirt. Her breasts were being pushed into the desk as he pressed harder down on her.Despite his grip and her strength, she did her best to push back against him. "What the fuck do you think you're doing? This iswayout of line, Seifer! Let me up now!" she snapped, angry, even as pain registered from the way he was pinning her."Let go, damnit! I have no reason to apologize! Get off of me this instant!" |
Resolve (Anjeru) | "No." Simple. Firm. "I'm tired of your fucking attitude,Ms.Trepe.I'm tired of you thinking you're some fuckingboss."One hand pressed to her right shoulder, sliding gradually to her upper back, keeping Quistis pinned in that bent over position. The other was on the side of her head, his palm on her cheek and jaw and his fingers lacing into tightly pulled blonde hair. Too far now. Seifer kept his hand pressed against the side of her face, keeping Quistis' opposite cheek pinned against the desk as he wondered what the hell they he were going to do next.Though, before he could dwell on the thought for long his body was quick to step up, quick to answer that for him. She must have felt it. She must have realized what was next about the same time that he did, with him pressed up behind her, with her struggling back. With her firm ass held within that peach skirt pressing back against his crotch, trying to get away. Igniting it. Exciting it. And by the time he realized just how he was pressing back it was already too late. He was aroused. Hard. Pressing his thick dick against her ass and thinking about the few layers of clothing that kept them separate. And once that train of thought began, there was nothing else his mind was able to think of."Time someone put you in your place... I think..." he said with a wry smirk, letting the hand slide from Quistis' upper back around to her ribs, then to her front, just beneath her breasts to rub an open palm across her belly. He made sure to keep his weight against her back and his hand on her face as the other lingered on her abdomen for a bit, on her flat stomach, violating her person with his touch. Her soft, feminine person, despite how much she tried to be a hard ass.Seifer took a slow, deep breath, inhaling with his face inches from Quistis' ear, letting her hear, letting herfeelhis breath. "Cunt," he whispered, that hand leaving her belly, gloved fingers sliding down the front of her skirt. "Feel free to apologize," he continued in a heavy, breathy tone, his palm sliding deep enough to cup her crotch in his palm, to rub at the soft warmth of her vaginal lips through her panties, "any time now..." |
Resolve (Anjeru) | This was way past anything she had expected Seifer to do. Even with his history of cruelty, she never thought he'd resort to this. His hot breath fell against her ear, his favorite word to call her cunt invading her senses.God. She hated that word. It was demeaning. Uncalled for. Seifer was just somekidwith superiority issues.His touch on her skin made her shudder. Not with pleasure.Never that. More with disgust and repulsion. Thenerveof him. Her nails dug deeper into the wood. As much as she wanted to throw him off of her, she could not. Seiferdidhave the strength he often boasted about.His hand in her hair, the other on her shoulder, kept her effectively pinned to the hard wood of her desk. Her breathing was fast and quick, almost panicked now, with the ridge of his erection pressing against her firm ass.Dear god, not this. Anything but this.His hand was sliding down now. Going beneath the confines of her peach skirt. Treading upon ground that had not been touched by anyone other than herself. Too wrapped up in being a child prodigy, too busy with studies she had never sought attentions of the sexual sort. Not when she could take care of the urges on her own.Now, here was a student, forcing his attentions to her most intimate area. When his gloved hand touched her, she immediately squirmed. Trying to get him off her."You wouldn't stop, even if I apologized. So why should I?" she snapped out. God, she just wanted him off her."Get off me! You will get expelled for this! Is it worth it? You won't gain anything from this, Seifer.Not a damn thing." She wasn't about to let him think he was gaining anything from this...this...whatever this was that he was doing. He wanted to put her in her place? Demean her? Disgrace her? Well, she wasn't going to make it an easy victory, if a victory at all. |
Resolve (Anjeru) | "I'malreadygetting something from this," he said with snickering laughter, laughter that came with hot breath right upon her ear. "You don't see it, do you? How fucking terrified you are. Things start to go bad and here you are, fucking powerless to stop it... and people are supposed to follow you?" He pressed down on the side of Quistis' face, adding insult to insult, reinforcing an already total dominance. "You're not a leader. It's that type of weakness that gets people killed,Ms.Trepe."Through the whole speech Seifer's other hand had remained shoved beneath Quistis' peach skirt, cupping her crotch through her panties, massaging her hot vaginal lips within his palm. Fucking lovely. His hand left her now, though, but didn't stray far, moving to the zipper of her skirt to pull that metal gate down its jagged teeth."And at this point I bet you I'm expelled no matter what, isn't that right? Tch. Just as you say apologizing ain't gonna get you anything, me stoppin' now won't amount to much either. So I might as well enjoy humiliating you while I can." Had Quistis not given in to her fear yet, the sound of her zipper running down its jagged toothed track surely would have to strike a chord. Seifer grinned to the sound. He pulled her skirt down, down over the hump of her ass, but left it still hugging her thighs rather than pulling it all the way down.There was something psychological about it, a notion that she didn't have to be naked to be vulnerable if he could fuck with her in the longterm, and not just here and now, things were just that much sweeter.Seifer brought his hand up to his mouth, gripping the gloved fingertips between his teeth to then pull the hand free. He took the glove and dropped it uncaringly on the desk, delving his hand back between his teacher's thighs, around her waist and down from the front. Quickly he retook her pussy lips back into his palm, massaging her through the thin cotton of her panties."I'll tell you what though, I'm gonna make you a deal, Ms.Trepe. You want a reason to apologize? Here we go." The grin widened. Every word Seifer spoke was barely an inch from her ear, his hot breath tickling upon her skin, "You've got two very appealing holes back here, bitch, so much so that I can't seem to decide which one I want... Up your ass would probably hurt a bit, wouldn't it? In your twat though... You're probably a virgin, aren't you? Fucking stuck up and uptight, it's no wonder. It's obvious no one ever fucked you good. Mmm. Apologize to me for being such an asshole and I'll let you choose which I take. Make it convincing, and maybe I'll even lube it up some instead of just takin' you raw." |
Resolve (Anjeru) | This whole encounter was beginning to look a lot worse than she had imagined. Quistis had figured that Seifer was human enough to come to his senses and stop what he was doing before it was too late. However, given the words he spewed to her now, that looked as if it wasn't going to happen. In fact, he seemed more determined now, than before, to continue upon this course of action. Now was when she was beginning to see that there was no way out for her. Sure, she could fight him off, or try, but Seifer was a great deal stronger than she. More than likely, he would still get what he wanted from her, she would just have more damage to her if she chose to fight back.As he expected, it was the sound of her zipper than made the fear blossom within her breast and spread along every nerve in her body. By some miracle she managed to keep from shaking as he pulled her skirt down over the nice curve of her bottom. His hand went back to caress the ever growing moistness between her thighs, despite her mental screaming denial of any pleasure her body may be feeling from his touch. His following words, however...caused her to physically quake. He was right Quistis had always been awkward around the male sex, never got much time to date more like no time with everyone fawning over her as a prodigy. Though she did not want this, her body had long been starved for a touch such as this. It was in all human's nature to procreate if they didn't know it, their body did.Quistis gulped, loudly, and decided she may as well go for the lesser of two evils. Having her virginity taken would hurt, no doubt about that, especially with Seifer taking it this way, but to have him fuck her ass, that was out of the question. "N no! Please don't, not my ass, please. I'l do whatever you want," she pleaded. It seemed that, at last, her pride and stubborn streak had ended."I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she repeated it, trying not to shake as she was molested and pressed down into the hard exterior of the desk. Despite her denial of it, her pussy reacted to his touch and began to grow a slight damp to his touch. She barely managed to hold tears back, as well as the urge to strike out at him, though she was physically unable to do so.Her chest heaved as panic began to settle in some. "Please, believe me, I'm sorry!" she pleaded outloud, desperate to get him to believe her. If he didn't, it meant the worst for her. "I'm sorry!" |
Searching (yaiocest x Slator77) | Matsumoto sighed and ran a hand through her long blonde hair as she moved through the dark streets. She had been sent down to the living world after there had been several reports of strange occurances, sightings of some mysterious creature, neither Hollow nor Human, something that had never been encountered before. "Geez....why do they have to send me on a mission like this? I was planning on going drinking tonight.....but nooo....I have to wander the living world looking for some bogeyman because some idiots got a little spooked...." She grumbled and adjusted her robes, pulling the normally exposing clothing up a little to cover more of her massive cleavage, the cold night air starting to bite at her exposed skin."Ugh.....finally....last area to search...." She glanced around as she entered the final area of where she was to search, rather more relaxed than she probably should've been. On such a mission, a Shinigami should always have been on their guard, but by this point she was rather relaxed, sword hanging at her side. "This is a wild goose chase....I can't wait to get back home and tell those idiots how wrong they were....and get to my Sake...." |
A Wonderful Arrival in Gotham /Nails+Storm/ | The news was spreading fast. On the radios across the web and even in the news papers. Wonder Woman was coming to Gotham City! However she had no intention on making Gotham her Base of Operations, like she had promised The Bat. She knew how he liked to keep his city to himself and only when it was dire emergency would he leave his precious city for League business. Like 'It's the End of the World' type emergency. It was 10:00 a.m. when she arrived in Gotham's airport. Deciding to do things the normal way. Diana was no longer a stranger to Man's world, but she still had few things to learn and explore. One thing was representin her home of Themyscira. She hated speaking publicly among other duties, like being told what to say, how to say it and when to say it by her publicists. Whatever she could do to increase positive relations between the ancient world in the new world she would do.She had taken on the last name of Prince and would be identified by Diana Prince in public and not just Wonder Woman or Diana. Accommodations had been made for her to stay at one of Gotham's most prestigious five stare hotels. The plan to be shuttled in a limo towards the hotel and for her to rest and relax to prepare for tonight's big auctioning of ancient art from Greece. All the big names and big money makers in Gotham would be there. The wealthy old money and rich prospects would gather to wine and dine and talk about art and just how big their pockets got this year. When Diana reached her hotel she was escorted towards the front desk and the attendant flashed a bright smile as if he had seen some kind of Pop star. "Hello I am Diana ""Yes I know who you are Ms. Prince, you were given the presidential suite on our top floor" He said with a whistle. The bust boy was called to take her up to her room. "Please Ma'am, follow me." He said. She noticed people's eye began to follow her. "Is it always like this?" She asked with an arched brow. He nodded "Yes, it's not every day that Wonder Woman comes to visit" He said as they took the elevator to the top floor. Her things were already in the room. He handed her the key and it wasn't till then that she noticed how large her suite was. She had full view of Gotham from this height as she looked over towards the window. The day still young she thought a venture out into the city would do her justice. |
A Wonderful Arrival in Gotham /Nails+Storm/ | Batman surveyed the news feeds and camera feeds forwarded to him by oracle, doing one final check before slipping out of the bat cave, changing into his best suit and putting on the air of the playboy millionaire. He took the jaguar out today, leaving it with the valet and entered the hotel, making his ascent as he rapped on her door. Inwardly he smirked, being one of the few who's identity wasn't spread amongst the league he could keep Batman and his business separate with The Amazon. |
A Wonderful Arrival in Gotham /Nails+Storm/ | Diana was just getting ready to exit when she heard someone approach her door. Opening it she almost didn't believe her own eyes. Playboy Millionaire Bruce Wayne was standing here. However no mater how charming he had came across on the web it would take more than charm and good looks to sway the Amazon princess. "Mr. Wayne, what do I owe the visit?" She said the surprise clear on her face. |
A Wonderful Arrival in Gotham /Nails+Storm/ | "Just wanted to check in on Gothams Greatest guest" he said with a slight smile "And to offer to show you round the city, if you so wish" he stepped back, toning his disguise down a little for Diana... he would rather not annoy the extremely strong Amazon if he could help it. |
A Wonderful Arrival in Gotham /Nails+Storm/ | She flashed him a soft smile. The tabloids weren't kidding about his charm and they hardly exaggerated on his looks. Word did reach fast around here though. "I would not mind at all." Grabbing her key she locked the door on the way out. Diana always had an adventurous side and what wasn't more such than cruising the city with Gotham's most elgible bachelor? She looked down at her frame hoping what she had on would do for the day. White jeans, sea blue deep v collar and a Jacket just in case it got cold. Not that cold bothered her much. "May I ask where you plan to take me?" |
A Wonderful Arrival in Gotham /Nails+Storm/ | "Just around the city, then perhaps dinner?" he suggested "If you don't mind, could we take my car... I can't fly" he added with a light smile, appreciating her features . He was clad in a simple suit, perfectly tailored as he lead her to his car, holding open the door for his guest. |
A Wonderful Arrival in Gotham /Nails+Storm/ | Diana had a certain amusement about her, but she wasn't as easily fooled. "Thank you. That would be nice" She said sliding into the passengers seat of his vehicle. That's when she began to notice a small crowd forming around the front of the hotel. Paparazzi, you had to love them. Diana took this opportunity to analyze the interior of the vehicle. Sleek leather, ebony wood dashboard. "Nice" Was the only word she could sum it up with, even so nothing beats flying. |
Who Needs the Joker when you've got Red. [mintiexchuckeles] | Waking up in a dark cell was nothing unfamiliar for her, however one did eventually grow bored of it and demand that she get moved up to something all the better as far as her living quarters in the Asylum went. Which Asylum you asked? Well, Arkham Asylum of course, silly. Where all the bad little boys and girls went when they did something terribly dangerous in the city of Gotham and got caught by that wretched bat. Rolling her eyes up to her flower coated ceiling, she knew that with her being granted windows, came the precation of them being several inches thick and padded with an extra set of bars outside the windows, JUST incase she got a little frisky. And well. . Pamela Isley, commonly known as Poison Ivy, was known for being frisky. Hair set in a wild lion's mane on her head, despite such a fact of letting her hair act in such a way, the woman still managed to be eerily sexy. Pale skin covering her body with a faint hue of green, her emergald green eyes flared at the sound of the door opposite her clicking, probably some big lurch coming in to greet her this morning, her body stood covered in nothing but a sleeveless green dress. The dress making sure to emphasize that her chest was nothing near a B cup, at least a high C, Ivy's shapely figure shifted toward one of her plants, picking up the flower and smiling softly when the door finally opened, turning to look at the large man dressed in white. He wasn't a doctor, but a nurse coming to escort her out of her room into the main lobby, following after him quietly and with bare feet. |
Who Needs the Joker when you've got Red. [mintiexchuckeles] | Sighs softly as she hears her alarm going off slapping her hand down on it. Sitting up slowly as she moves to shower and clean herself up as she begins to start her new life away from the Joker. Her long blond hair is combed through and tied back into a pony tail. A light layer of makeup to make herself presentable before she heads to Arkham to begin her life over. A straight button down shirt and a knee length black skirt with dark colored hose and black pumps complete her normal attire.Heads inside the building as she quickly clocks in setting her lunch in her locker picking up her one case folder she is allowed for now. She flips it open looking over Pamela's lengthy file as she chews on her bottom lip slowly. Lays the file on her desk as she pulls her seat out tapping her foot nervously as she awaits her patient and her first interview with her. |
Who Needs the Joker when you've got Red. [mintiexchuckeles] | Her feet making not a sound with each step that she took across the cold floors, Pamela's eyes ventured around as they normally did, not searching for anything new when they stopped in front of the doors of an office. Evidently, the nurse needed to have a word with the doctor, and with this being done, she watched the nurse open the door and lead her inside of the office to greet her new doctor. "Doctor Harleen, this is Pamela Isley." He spoke, guiding her toward the chair in front of the woman's desk before moving outside the door. He knew just like all the others did that if anything dangerous occurred, there was a button under her desk, ready to be pressed if the meeting got out of hand. This woman, this blond woman in front of Pamela? Looked insanely familiar. |
Who Needs the Joker when you've got Red. [mintiexchuckeles] | Looks up from her notes on Ivy as she hears the door open and the nurse tell her that her first patient is ready. She stands slowly straightening her shirt swallowing slowly. She sits down motioning the nurse to bring the woman inside and set her down. Her head hangs down slightly still glancing over the notes wondering if Pamela will remember her or not. Clears her throat still some what nervous. "Good morning Ms. Isley. How are you today?" |
Who Needs the Joker when you've got Red. [mintiexchuckeles] | "Horrible Harley, horrible." She spoke honestly, her eyes looking over the woman's face Of course Pamela remembered who the woman in front of her was, crossing her legs before leaning forward carefully, "Did you miss me blondie?" Evidently, something had gone wrong within Harley and the Joker's relationship for her to be back here at Arkham, or perhaps they were working from the inside? Whatever the matters may be, Pamela wasn't quite curious on that right now, "Because I don't recall you visiting my grave. Or visiting me here for that matter. Was your 'puddin' keeping you busy?" Calling the Joker by that wretched name she had heard ring out in her ears so many times due to Harley saying it, Pamela's eyes narrowed slightly. |
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