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Amelie Lacroix couldn't remember the last time that she had gone on vacation. Not a real one, anyway. There were always plenty of assignments from her commanders in Talon that were set up as vacations. But working vacations hardly afforded one the same time to relax, and enjoy oneself. Of course, considering that it was hard to really relax and enjoy herself when she wasn't pulling the trigger of her sniper rifle, her target's head centered in her crosshairs, she had never complained. But someone had. It was Sombra, she was certain. Whining and complaining about how hard she was. How much of a bitch she was. That she needed to take some kind of something out of her ass---she didn't speak Spanish, so the exact wording had been lost on her. The hacker had complained enough to the right people, however, to see the sniper temporarily suspended from assignments, and tossed out on a forced vacation. Orders from Doomfist himself. If she were honest with herself, it was nice. The organization was all she had, and they let her do what she needed to do to feel alive. To regain the rush of life she had lost. But they were all so tiresome at times. Sombra's antics, Reaper's brooding, Doomfist's... everything. A woman could only take so much.

So that was how she ended up at one of the finest resorts in the Caribbean. She had been quite the sight, checking in. Her skin a gentle purple, as even in the warm sunlight her decreased heart rate and metabolism kept her body cold. Anyone who even thought about asking, however, was silenced with a glare. It was odd not being in her tactical suit, the skintight material that offered limited protection but increased dexterity, her infrared mask, and her sniper rifle. Instead she had ruby tinted sunglasses, her dark hair was left free of its usual pony tail to cascade down her back in soft waves. A bikini covered her body, a simple dark purple top covering her generous chest, her firm and toned body mostly on display. The tattoos on her arm and back were exposed, but for a floral pattern wrap around her shoulders, and a sash wrapped around her waist, covering her bikini bottom. Sandals on her feet, random assortments of jewelry to make her feel pretty, and... it was time to enjoy her vacation.

Widowmaker might be a ruthless, cold-blooded assassin. But Amelie remembered the finer things in life, from her days as a ballet dancer. Such as a fine glass of wine, as she lounged on a beach chair, under the shade of a palm tree. A book in hand, a delight French novel, she sipped the wine as she read, ignoring the looks of all the pathetic men around her. None would ever rise to the standards she set for herself... and she would sooner kiss Reaper than entertain any of their fantasies. Content in her solitude, she merely turned the page, and set her wine glass down. Having checked in under her old name, she doubted anyone here would have a clue as to who was among them. She was merely a retired ballet star, suffering some kind of skin condition. No more, no less. All she was wondering now, was if she wanted another glass of wine, or if she would graduate to something a bit stronger... it was a pity she was unaware just how far from her quiet week alone she was going to get...

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Fareeha felt amazing. The lingering effects of the full body massage she'd just received from a pair of incredibly delicate and yet precise women made her glow with a peaceful energy. The way people looked twice at her as she walked past in the swimsuit, an item whose skimpiness she had debated internally for quite some time before settling on, made her feel quite confident and sexy. The joy and freedom of being on her own at this luxurious resort made her heart swell with expectations and freedom. Nothing could spoil her mood. Not the clumsy pick up lines from men several years younger than her, not the forecast predicting rain later this week, not news of strife and war anywhere. She was on vacation from all of that. No rocket launcher. No jump jets. Just Fareeha and the body she'd worked so hard for finally getting their day in the sun. She paused and stretched, something that stopped traffic, albeit just foot traffic, and sighed peacefully as she took it all in.

The cute little restaurant just up the walkway was said to serve amazing fish tacos. The pool looked cool and inviting. The beautiful sunbathers nearby were equally appealing. Well-oiled hunks, gorgeous women of all shapes and sizes, Widowmaker, beautiful birds hopping about the trees and singing and---WAIT. Her head snapped back at the only purple woman she'd ever known. It was her! The sniper from Talon that killed more people in a week than most soldiers would in a lifetime. The woman who had nearly started a world war, had shot her mother, and was one of the most wanted criminals in existence. Fareeha's eyes narrowed. She grabbed her rocket launcher and... it seemed oddly light. She glanced down at it. Oh, that would be because it was pool noodle.

Feeling a bit sheepish she handed it back to the man she'd snatched it from, but then glared again as she turned back to Widowmaker. Look at her. Sitting in the shade. Oh that was just typical. Only a terrorist would come to a sunny resort and sit in the shade! Pretending to read a book no doubt. She glanced around wondering what the target could be. Any of the people around could be VIPS or politicians. Any of them could be targets. Well not today. Today was vacation. Today was time to have fun. NOT deal with Talon. She stalked across the concrete by the pool as intimidatingly as she could in her wedge-heeled sandals and walked straight up to the woman. She kept pretending to read so Fareeha cleared her throat, arms crossed and glaring down at her as she finally looked up. "Listen here." She hissed, so as to not make a scene, "I don't know what you have planned or who it is against. But you are NOT going to do it here. Get out and tell the rest of your goons to get out with you!" She commanded, assuming that the area was crawling with Talon operatives.

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Amelie felt someone's eyes upon her as she read. It was a different kind of feeling than what everyone else had been giving her. Instead of making her skin crawl, imagining what kind of things some disgusting man was thinking about it, it had the hairs on the back of her neck rising. This was the look of someone that wanted to do her harm. It sent a thrill through her. As much as she wanted to try to relax and take it easy (which honestly was not very much), it was the tension and rush of adrenaline that helped her feel the most calm. Normal, even. And with everything she had gone through, everything that had been done to her, to become one of the deadliest women on the planet, if not one of the deadliest snipers in all of history, she enjoyed the brief feeling of being normal. Still, it was always a game, and she did love playing games. So as she felt the intense gaze getting closer, she continued reading. Her breathing remained steady. Slow, in, slow, out... sniper breathing. Fitting, considering this was beginning to feel very much like a stand off. The eyes were almost on her, and still, she did nothing more than turn the page. Letting them break first. But she never would have expected what voice she heard.

"Mmm... temper, temper, petite fille..." Amelie sighed out, not even looking up from her book. Fareeha Amari. What were the odds? The daughter of her mentor, whom she had shot and killed... or, so she had thought. It was annoying that the woman had survived. Of course, her survival meant Reaper was frustrated to no end, so perhaps it was for the best. And it meant she still had another eye to shoot out, some time. Turning a page, she resisted letting a grin twitch at her lips. "No goons. No Talon. And all I have planned is to sit here, read my novel, and drink some wine. Compris?" With a hand, she gestured to the bottle of wine sitting in a bucket of ice next to her, her still-half full glass. There was a second glass, as the man she had batted her eyes at to bring her the drink had hoped to join her. He was forced to accept a blown kiss as a dismissal, and count his lucky stars he wasn't sent off with a Widow's Kiss.

A thought hit the sniper, then, and briefly, her movements froze. Finally, she looked at Fareeha, from the corner of her eye. The sight of the young woman was a surprise---she had not known little Fareeha had grown into quite the fine woman. Such a pity... "That... insecte ennuyant... the speedy one. She is not here with you, no?" That would truly ruin her vacation, if Tracer was here as well. All that pep, that cheer... and her annoying ability to just rewind out of her bullet's path. Unfair, was what it was. Worse, she seemed to think there was still some good in her, and refused to leave her alone when they ran into each other on opposing missions.

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Saying 'temper temper' did nothing but make Fareeha simmer even more. She balled her hands into fists, squeezing them tight. The well defined muscles on her arms flexed and she seriously considered throwing down on this evil woman! But no. No. You're on vacation. You're on vacation. You're on vacation. She didn't close her eyes, far too risky around an assassin, but she repeated the mantra to herself until the her hands relaxed a little.

"Why yes." She said suddenly, realizing that Widowmaker did not want Tracer around. "I'll call her r---" she stopped. There was obviously nowhere she was hiding a phone in this skimpy little bikini. And it would be equally obvious that she wouldn't be without one if the rest of her team was really around speaking of which... her eyes glanced up and down Widowmaker's unique skin. Allah, but the woman was gorgeous. They said she packed the house when she used to dance, Fareeha believed it. But as her eyes drank those long slender legs, that tiny little waist and those delicate features in she noticed that Amelie also was not hiding any equipment anywhere. Widowmaker without her rifle?

"You... you are really here alone?" Fareeha said, obviously not believing her own eyes as she spoke out loud. She looked perplexed, her hands relaxed further, her muscles no longer flexed as she crossed her arms under her chest again and asked with genuine bafflement, "Why?"

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Amelie very nearly groaned when the Egyptian security captain started to taunt her that Tracer was around. Because of course she was. It would have made her consider going down the path Fareeha was accusing her of being on, in this fancy and high-end resort, if that annoying British gnat was going to show up. She might not have her rifle with her, but with the right incentive, she could make due with anything at had. Killing someone with a volleyball would be difficult, of course, but... it would still be satisfying, in its own way, if she left someone with a face red and indented with the lines of the ball. But before she could wander too far down that thought process, the assassin realized something---and all the tension left her body, a sly smirk crossing her face instead.

She finally glanced at Fareeha. Without turning her head, her eyes shifted, taking in the sight at the corner of her vision. The woman was wearing a bikini far too skimpy to have a phone of any kind, anywhere. Fareeha was lying to her. It was commendable, as she hadn't thought that Ms. Justice-Rains-From-Above had it in her to be anything but forthright and honest. More than the face that she didn't have a phone, though, Amelie noticed the body that was so often hidden under the the sleek blue Raptora Mk. VI armor. The bronzed skin, the nicely toned and built physique... it might be a kill that made her feel alive, the rush of a perfectly places bullet, but sight of this woman still sent a tingle down her spine. She had always been drawn to the stronger types. That was what had attracted her to Gerard, and how she missed him. A man would never take his place. A woman, on the other hand, and her mentor's daughter at that... but the good girl was probably straight as an arrow. Such were fantasies, however, and the thought was banished with little consideration. Even if it was a vacation.

"Oui..." she hummed, letting her eyes wander back to her novel, when Fareeha seemed close to accepting she was here alone. "Or, I will be, as soon as you leave. And the same reason you are here alone, no? I am on vacation. One can only take so much... hmm... how you say, male posturing? Baboons, more like..." Doomfist had at least treated her to a nice outing with that masquerade ball, when he seized total control of Talon once again. It had been almost insulting, used as little more than his arm candy, but such was life. The man did not know how to treat a woman. It was no wonder he was so proficient at using his fist for such matters. That, or he had been in prison long enough that his tastes had shifted. The thought made a snicker twitch at her lips, as she turned the page of her novel.

"If you are just going to stand there staring, mon petit, you may as well sit and enjoy some wine. If you are old enough to drink?" The tease was prominent in her accented voice, her grin widening slightly. Fareeha had to be around her age, she figured, but how often did she get to tease someone like her? And if she was going to stand there and threaten to ruin her vacation, it was only fair that Amelie get some enjoyment out of it. Which was why, with a soft, almost sensual sigh, she crossed her long, dancer's leg and stretch out slightly where she sat, back arching slightly to push her chest out, before she relaxed and pulled her novel back up. Another page was turned, though her eyes flicked back over to Fareeha, for the moment.

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Fareeha regarded the French woman skeptically. Her arms remained crossed, her expression dubious. She was expecting some sort of ambush and mocking laughter any moment. But no, she just turned back to her book, looking for all the world like a woman on vacation. A beautiful, purple, woman on vacation. Being tired of male posturing was something Fareeha could understand all too well. Every time she had tried to join Overwatch it had been a mixture of condescension and bravado that made her wonder why she wanted to join so badly. It would make sense for Widowmaker to get tired of it from Talon as well. It actually made perfect sense. Fareeha's body relaxed a little as she uncrossed her arms and put her hands on her hips, cocking them slightly.

She fumed a little at the barb. True, she was several years younger than Amelie, but she wasn't that young. As a rather lax Muslim she'd considered herself 'allowed' to drink for several years now, but alcohol being a social lubricant and Fareeha not having many friends the opportunity hadn't come up much. Still, having a glass of wine or six didn't sound so bad right now. "Well, if you think you'll be rid of me so easily you'll be disappointed." She said, not quite accepting the story but not quite disbelieving it any more either. "I will be on you like a hawk," she smiled, appreciating the apt comparison, "the moment you try anything."

She lowered herself into the chair opposite Widowmaker, this one sitting in the sun whereas Amelie's was in the shade, and poured herself a glass of the wine. Taking a sip she smiled. Of course the French woman would know her wine. But still, this was even better than expected. "Sweet Allah," Fareeha muttered as she looked at the bottle to memorize the name of this wine. Would even a Talon sniper waste wine so good on a cover? Fareeha was starting to believe this woman was actually on vacation, although she wouldn't quite admit it out loud yet. "So, what is that you are reading?" She asked, unable to decipher the French cover herself, "A guide on how to kick puppies for profit?"

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Amelie watched the subtle shifts and not-so-subtle changes in Fareeha's body language from the corner of her eye. When the arms uncrossed and hands landed on her hips, she wished she could have turned her head to get a fuller, better look at the Amari. The tease of the fit, toned, firm body on display just feet away was tempting---especially considering the novel she was reading. But that would ruin the game. Even if she was the only one playing. But it was amusing watching the wanna-be hero try to process that someone such as herself could be on a simple vacation. The infamous Widowmaker. Talon's elite, deadly sniper. The fallen wife of Gaspard Lacroix, one of Overwatch's best agents. What would such a cold-hearted, emotionless killer possibly need something like a vacation for? Surely, someone as inhuman as she was needed no such rest. Those were the thoughts she was all but certain that Fareeha Amari was thinking in that moment.

"Oh? Will you?" she hummed out, a sly smile crossing her face as Fareeha insisted she would be on her if she tried anything. "Mmm... mon petit, you should not make promises to a woman you will not keep..." There was a soft tease, gentle, seductive suggestion in her French accent. She had to ignore the religious exclamation, though. Religion had long failed her, and she cast little in the way of faith and belief. The only power was that of nature. Predator and prey. Survival of the strongest, and the fittest. Another page turned. She heard the wine being poured. The woman's sigh made Amelie almost grin. The tease about the book did make her grin.

"Now, play nice... this is supposed to be a vacation," she clicked her tongue at Fareeha, before closing her novel, thumb between the pages to hold her place as she looked at the cover. "La femme sans tombe by Jocelyne François. 'The Woman Without a Grave' in your crude tongue. Quite a bit more... stimulating, than kicking puppies. It is a tale of a woman... and the woman she loves." she admitted, picking her wine up for a drink of her own. Wondering how that would settle with the Egyptian, she sighed, and set her glass back down. "The wine is magnifique, no? A good year... a very good year." There was a wisp of memory in her voice, as she remembered that year. Her first lead dance, on stage... a highlight of her life, for sure. Turning her gaze back to her book, she shifted a bit in her chair. "So... are you truly here alone?" she asked, as she started to read again.

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Fareeha put the glass down carefully. Was Widowmaker flirting with her? Or was this just the sexy was she taunted? She glanced her up and down again, but all this confirmed was that she was still gorgeous. It helped, just not in the way the Egyptian girl needed at the moment. Still a little tense she crossed her arms and her legs at the same time, her flat sandals dangling from her lifted foot as she tried to process this.

She was reading a book about a woman who loved a woman. She was offering her wine and compliments. Was Widowmaker a lesbian? But that would mean all those years with her husband... had it always been a lie? Or was she just open minded? You never could tell with European girls... "It's incredible." She said, staring at Amelie's legs but meaning the wine. "I don't think I've..." she was about to say ever had anything so good, but she didn't want to reinforce the notion in Amelie's head that she was sure existed, that her family was uncultured. "...had such good wine here yet." She finished, a bit unconvincingly. "I actually just got in." She confessed.

She took a deep breath, an impressive sight, and decided there was no reason to lie. She wasn't very good at it anyway. "Yes. I came alone." She fingered the glass a bit apprehensively watching her reaction, wondering if she would care to ask why.

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Amelie continued to watch without watching the way that Fareeha looked her over. If nothing else, it was almost clear that her teasing, borderline flirting and borderline taunting, had the Egyptian woman on edge. Seeing someone so obviously strong, so skilled, and so powerful be so unsure... it was a rush for the assassin. Of course, Fareeha only seemed so powerful when she had her armor and missiles. Would she prove to be nearly as worthwhile, in just a bikini? There was only one way to find out. And the sniper did so hope to not be disappointed.

"Hm... here, or anywhere else, I am sure," she teased, her tone just enough to suggest she was buying into the lie, as clumsy as it was. "For a Caribbean resort, they have a fine selection... almost enough to make a girl miss home, alas..." she sighed. Finally, though, she slid a bookmark between the pages she was reading, and closed her novel, giving Fareeha more of her attention. Sensing the nervousness in the woman, she backed off slightly... it wouldn't do to scare her pretty fly away just yet. Slender, blue fingers would wrap around the stem of her wine glass, and she would lift it up, to cling gently against her new companion's glass, as a mischievous smile teased at her lips.

"Mmm... good," she hummed out, as Fareeha admitted she had come alone, "I would not wish to share my wine with another..." There was a dangerous tint to her words, as if suggesting she would have had to kill someone, for another glass. "You look nervous, mon petit... drink some more. Relax. This is a vacation, no? Or are you regretting your promise already?" Her eyes openly traced along the curve of the Egyptian's body, before she finally took a long sip of her wine, and settled back in her chair. "Though I am surprised a pretty thing like you has only just arrived, and not been swamped by the baboons in this resort just yet..." An annoyed sigh passed her lips, and she finished her glass. Setting it down, she lifted the bottle to refill with, and with a teasing grin, she offered it out towards Fareeha. "A refill? It will help your nerves..."

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She glanced to the side as she saw Amelie was putting a marker in her book. Apparently Fareeha had her attention now? She smiled to herself and glanced away, trying to figure out why that made her feel good. Of course, she was aware that Widowmaker was one of the most dangerous and powerful women in the world, so in one way it made sense to want her approval and attention. But she was a Talon assassin, and the woman who still wanted to get into Overwatch sometimes shouldn't want anything from her but a surrender. But I'm on VACATION. She reminded herself. And even if I do bring her in, then what? Another round of pats on the back and being told to run off? She was sick of Overwatch treating her like a child.

And so she took the woman's advice and took another sip of wine. "I don't think the wine will ah, relax me fast enough." She joked. She flagged down a very eager waiter. "Two Karakadeys and vod..." she was interrupted by a confused look, "Okay, fine, two raspberry martinis, two shots of tequila, two waters." She grinned at Amelie, a challenge in her smile. "I know how to handle baboons." She said with a smirk, "My adopted uncle is a gorilla you know." She smiled then glanced down and to the side, a bit anxious about how catty what she was about to say was, "But then where the men of Overwatch are concerned he's the least like an ape." She met Amelie's eyes and smiled, feeling like they at least had a connection in their weariness of boorish men.

Soon the women had the drinks on the small table between them and Fareeha lifted the shot, "To being free of primates." She waited for her new drinking companion to pick up her glass and do the shot with her.

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Amelie arched a slender, perfectly sculpted brow when Fareeha joked that wine would not help her relax fast enough. That was not helping the woman's case of trying to not appear uncultured. It was amusing, yes, but still, the sniper had never seen the value of stronger drinks taken as a shot. After shot, after shot, after shot... being drunk impaired ones ability and senses, and their judgment. Even on vacation that could be a dangerous combination of factors that could lead to all kinds of mistakes. Though, seconds after that thought crossed her mind, a grin cross her lips. Perhaps that was exactly what she needed for her little game? Especially as long as Fareeha didn't realize she was playing a game. The flies were always more fun when they had no idea the web they were flying into. Although, she might need a better comparison for Fareeha than a fly, as the woman continued to lounge in the sun next to her.

"Do you, now?" she hummed, tone amused as Fareeha insisted she could handle baboons. "I suppose you must... we are women in the world of men, oui? They are not often appreciative of the fact we outperform them..." When the woman mentioned her "uncle" Winston, however, Amelie scoffed. A hand also rubbed subconsciously along her side, where the talking gorilla had broken some ribs once when he hit her, during the failed museum heist. That annoying brat who had picked up Doomfist's gauntlet hadn't helped matters at all, either. But she chuckled softly under her breath as Fareeha expressed her annoyance with the men in Overwatch, and as their drinks were delivered, she picked it up as Fareeha made her toast. Raising her glass in salute, she threw back the shot, humming at the odd taste, before sighing and setting it down.

"Free of primates, and a on an all-expense paid vacation..." she sighed, before glancing at Fareeha again. "And mon petit to be on me like a hawk, I believe the promise was." Teasing, she returned to her wine, swirling the red liquid before taking a sip. Eye drifted out over the beach, and she sighed softly, content. "Though... you do not strike me as the type to enjoy lounging and resting, all day, hm? Are you sure you will spend all your time keeping tabs of little me?"

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Fareeha turned to Amelie with a smug little smirk, "Oh I am very sure. Do not think I will wander off and leave you to your own devices simply because you act boring."

She then sat back in her chair, pulling down her sunglasses and relaxing her shoulders. She crossed her legs towards her companion and picked up her glass, bringing it up to her lips and sipping deeply. Ah, raspberry margaritas, an odd choice but her favorite. "And I am on vacation. I am going to relax." She said, sounding like she was trying to convince herself more than anyone else. "I am going to sit here and enjoy the sun and being out of that armor and if any baboons as you call them approach me you can stun them with ice cubes before they get near me."

She laughed a bit at the thought of that, but then opened her eyes and appeared to almost instantly reconsider. "But you will have to accompany me when I go parasailing tomorrow I suppose." She shrugged as if to say that wouldn't bother her much and closed her eyes again. She was obviously feeling comfortable enough to relax a bit. Whether it was trust, arrogance, or some mix of the two who could say?


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Smirking, the engine purred to life, Synosk's eyes glanced over briefly as she began to do as ordered. With a snort of derision he spoke, "This..." he growled as the car pulled forward, taking her from her former life and to her new one; for however long that would last. "That is how you pleasure yourself?"

His eyes could tell she was not able to make her body listen to herself. Clearly, he was going to have to show her everything; including how her body should respond to a command from her Lord. Slowly he shook his head as the vehicle made it's way to the highway at alarming speeds. Moving with incredible agility the wheels gripped the concrete firmly as the engine pushed it to that point of complete control and utter disaster.

"Disappointed," he intoned dispassionately. "On the other hand..." Synosk reached over and pushed her hand away from her breast. His hand was warm, much more so than normal, as he drug his nails along her flesh leaving light red trails behind. "Watch, Amelia..." his voice was both a command and a warning, "I'll show you just how pleasurable I can be if you do as told..."

Slowly his hand went over her skin, drifting towards the breast she was ineffectually toying with. With a sinful touch, the tip of his finger stroked around the areola of her nipple; the touch coaxing the proper response either through fear or pleasure. "There..." he growled as he slid that hand down her body, closer and closer until he could feel the heat of her core growing. "Open your thighs and receive your Lord's touch..."

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A strangled cry escaped Kendra when she felt Synosk's nails raking down her flesh, the sudden sensation making her writhe on the leather seat. Her eyes blinked in confusion when he called her Amelia and she opened her mouth to correct him when she felt his touch on her skin, making her try to withdraw and press herself further against the passenger seat. She didn't want his touch, no! Not that!

"No, please..." She gasped suddenly when he began to manipulate her nipple and to her shame and shock, she felt it harden at his command. She didn't want it, but she shamefully felt her body respond and she became flushed from the sudden attention. She had always had sensitive nipples, she frantically tried to reassure herself. And yet, she couldn't stop the shudder that escaped her, and she felt tears of shame fill her eyes as she felt her body respond to him. His growl even made her tremble, and in a desperate attempt, she cried out, "NO! Stop it!!"

Sobs made her body shake as she slammed her thighs together and did her best not to allow him access there. Because then he would see the truth, he would be able to feel her body's response to him and she didn't want him to think that she wanted that. She didn't! She didn't want his touch. She wanted to go home and wanted all of this to be a horrible nightmare. A quiet wail escaped as she pleaded, "Please just let me go..."

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Synosk growled in a pleased way as he felt just how her body was responding to his touch. She didn't want to admit that she knew her body belonged to him; to him there was no denying it. "Let you go?" he cooed as he nails bit into the flesh of her thighs. The concept seemed to make him chuckle in a devilish way. "Your Lord will let you go when he is done with you..."

With her thighs closed tight, disregarding his desires, Synosk turned to look at her with the world speeding past. "Open them now. If you are unable to give your body pleasure then I will show it how to respond on command..." he grinned as he turned back to the world. "It is too late for you to go back to your old life, Amelia. This, with me, is now your life..."

His hand was strong, stronger than she would have expected, as he forced his digits between her thighs. "Open your thighs. NOW!" he roared. Quickly, forcefully, he forged ahead until he could feel the tale tell signs of her body admitting what she, herself, could not.

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This had to be such a twisted nightmare that Kendra was having, because surely if someone was doing this to her---a stranger, no less!---she would not be responding to him. As he looked at her, smiled in such a confident and creepy manner... she knew it wasn't a nightmare. This was reality and her body was betraying her in the most sickening of ways.

At his outburst and the force of his digits, she jumped and her legs opened a fraction but it was enough to feel his fingers against her sex, to know that he felt her arousal. Cheeks burned with humiliation and fear as she jerked her head towards the window and shut her eyes quickly, a choked sob escaping her.

She tried her hardest to ignore his fingers, and yet she felt her nipples hard and puckered and her body becoming wetter. A sob escaped her, but she didn't close her legs... she wouldn't dare continue to anger him.

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_Ah, and the orchestra begins its warm up..._ he thought at the sound of her delightful sobbing. There was no denying the effect he was having upon her body; not with the proof slowly dripping around his probing digits. Slowly he brushed the tip of a finger against her clit, coaxing more and more of her arousal, as he grinned at the way her body listened to him.

Returning his eyes to the road, he swerved into the neighboring lane to weave around a, much slower, car. "See, is that not better, Amelia?" he spoke with a tenderness to his voice that only served as a cruel juxtaposition to everything she would be experiencing. "Clearly you do not know how to make your body listen to you... terrible. Very soon, however, you will know just how to be in control of it. Whenever I want it, your cunt will drip for me in anticipation..."

Dexterously his fingers worked upon her, forcing the heat in her to burn hotter and fiercer with each stroke, as the car went ever forward towards his home. The long, winding roadway took them up into a hidden away plot of land that was his sanctuary. Atoasr would be awaiting his arrival; implements of his ownership over her would be close at hand as well. But not before he'd force that one last pleasure upon her. With each passing second his hand moved at a fervent pace, as if he were pulling her pleasure from her no matter how desperately she guarded it. "You will ask me, Amelia, for your orgasm. Now and every time hereafter. I am your Lord... ask me, ask your Lord for that orgasm in you. Or else, it will be the only time you ever feel it from a point of sheer pleasure alone..."

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"My name... is not... Amelia," Kendra whispered between broken sounds of pleasure and fear. She cried, she sobbed, she gasped, and even worse, she writhed on the passenger side as he touched her in ways that she had never allowed a stranger to touch her. And she felt sick to her stomach at the pleasure she experienced, the way her clit throbbed for him, the way she gasped and shuddered as she felt him pulling her closer to an orgasm that she wanted so desperately to deny.

It was hopeless though. She tried to ignore him, tried to push away the feelings and sensations she felt and with each passing stroke, she neared her peak. She gasped, gripping the handle of the car door as she felt pleasure spike throughout her, a cry of pleasure and shame escaping her lips. But his words... it was his words that scared her the most. His words that let her know that if she disobeyed, it would be so much worse. Right now he touched her for pleasure but what if he didn't? The hints and the way he spoke confused her, made her want to hide from him but she couldn't. Her eyes opened wide as she felt the first lick of her orgasm seconds away.

"Oh God!" She wailed as she bucked her hips, hating herself. "I need... I need to... to..." She didn't want to say it. She didn't want to ask him. "Please?" She squeezed her eyes shut as she sobbed, clenching her inner walls t keep her orgasm at bay, scared of disobeying him. He would kill her. He would kill her if she disobeyed. Desperately, she cried out, "Please, Lord... please let me...!"

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Synosk laughed as she fought back with her words, feebly. "Your name is whatever I tell you it is, Amelia..." he growled as he felt the pulse of her body through her cunt. Fingers pushed into her, roughly working against that perfect spot, coaxing her orgasm at his demand. It pleased Synosk, greatly, to hear that she was finally learning to do as he said.

Instead of immediately granting her that which she desperately was wanting, he teased her on that razor's edge of her climax, dangling the release just out of touch with his expertly guided hand. "Soon, Amelia..." he crooned to her, "Not just yet..." his fingers teased at her sensitive flesh, not letting her go from that edge just yet. "You have done so well in such a short time, Amelia..." he growled, "Such promise you show."

Finally, he decided to relent and give her what her body so desperately needed. "Praise your Lord's name, Amelia... shout Synosk through this orgasm your Lord gives you... CUM FOR YOUR LORD, NOW!" he shouted to her his demand. Quickly his fingers worked into her body again, forcing her over that edge as if he was shoving her body over a cliff.

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Kendra tried to think, to refuse what he demanded from her but she knew it was hopeless. The building had continued and now it felt as if one small push would tip her over and she would have one of the best orgasms of her life. And that added to the shame, to the disgust. She dug her nails into the leather seat, writhing as she struggled not to orgasm until he said so.

When the order was given, her back arched and she let out a soundless scream, her head throw back and digging into the passenger seat as an orgasm so powerful rushed through her body. She mouth opened to do just as he commanded, to shout his name but rebelliously, her teeth sank into her bottom lip and she dug them in to keep the scream from escaping.

She tasted blood and yet she didn't care. She shuddered, bucked and squirmed until she fell back exhausted with her eyes closed. She didn't want this... she didn't want any of this. If she kept her eyes closed, he would go away. _Please, God let him just go away._

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Smirking to himself, Synosk felt the force of her orgasm as it tore through her body, knowing it was the first one she'd ever truly had. Other lovers had ineffectually pleasured her, that he was sure, but this was the first time anyone of skill had shown her just how her body deserved to be pleased. And yet she still acted defiant. It did not escape his notice that she willfully ignored his command. Quickly he pulled his fingers from inside her, his hand from her body, letting the voiding of his presence suddenly tear through her orgasm as he left her there in the midst of it. Her scent filled the car, permeated everything about them, as he saw her collapse into her state. Eyes narrowed as he regarded her, refusing to open her eyes, refusing to acknowledge him and his ownership of her, refusing to thank him for the pleasure he gave her willingly.

Darkness settled in his eyes, in his demeanor, as he finally pulled into the driveway of his sanctuary. _Tonight..._ he thought to himself. "Your first lessons begin tonight, Amelia..." he growled. His servant, Atoasr, immediately opened the door for her. Before she could open her eyes and see him a dark cloth bag went over her head and was tied off tightly, almost choking her with the force of it. Roughly the servant's hand gripped the back of her neck as he dragged her from the vehicle and onto the ground, holding her down.

Synosk strolled around to her side, smirking down at her even though she could not see, his tone told all it needed, "Now, you have lost your name..." he growled to her, "The one you were lied to about by your birth, and the one I have given you..." Walking over to her, placing a foot on the small of her back, he growled angrily, "You will learn you are to thank your Lord when he gives you anything..." A thick leather strap was placed in his hand as another went around her neck. The metal D-ring was snapped onto with a length of strong leather and placed in his other hand. "For your earlier transgression you will accept no less than ten strikes... begin counting or I will go until you pass out..."

The wind parted as the thick leather strap cut through it with fury. It found its mark against the fullness of her ass and cracked out loud its chorus. He could see the skin ripple under the force of it, the redness of the blow immediate as it raised a thick welt across her cheeks. He waited for only a second, to enjoy the symphony of her scream, before he expected the count to begin. The strap fell again.

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The sudden darkness frightened Kendra more than what he had done to her in the car, and she tried to release a scream but the tightness of the bag made her choke, gagging. She whimpered, trying to speak as she was held down by hands that she knew had not belonged to him. Oh God, who else was involved?! Was there going to be someone else witness to what was going to happen to her?! Thoughts ran rampant as she tried to squirm and move, but she was held down harshly.

The sudden feel of his boot made her choke back a plead, squeezing her eyes shut even though she couldn't see anything that was going on. She tried to hear him over the sound of her blood rushing in her head and what was being done to her. She barely heard the words 'ten strikes' before she felt the first sting of the leather strap.

A scream split the night air as she felt the sudden pain on her backside and she shuddered violently, trying to squirm away but being unable to. Only the barely thought reminder that she had to speak up or he would continue had her speaking up, "O-One..." She took a deep shuddered breath but it rushed out as she felt the same sharp bite, making her body buck and jerk under him.

"T-Two! PLEASE! I'M SORRY!!!!" Oh God she had to make him stop. There was no way she would be able to handle ten strikes from whatever belt or whip he was using. She had never been spanked or abused like that in her life and as another strike fell down across her pale cheeks, she could do nothing more than release another scream, her count for the Third strike coming a few breaths after her scream. She was having such a hard time remembering to breath, let alone count. Never had she felt such pain, and it vibrated and traveled from the place or origin all throughout her body, making it throb painfully. Tears made the cloth bag stick to her face, her sobs making it hard for her to breathe properly without choking our coughing.

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Synosk growled in response. That Kendra would think him a being of mercy was laughable. That she would plead with him and expect anything less than his word to be true was infuriating. Synosk licked her flesh with that thick flogger for a third time before he smirked at her breathless count. "If I cannot hear your words then I will continue until you learn to count properly for your Lord, Amelia..." he snarled as he leaned into the fourth strike. Her pale ass turned a bright shade of red, reminding him of a sign meant to deny him egress.

Another lick caressed her skin from his flogger. Her screams were almost orgasmic to her Lord. The melody of his conduction was becoming a perfect symphony as he brought it down across her flesh again. The gravel underneath her body was doing her no favors, he knew, in helping with the impact. "Thank your Lord, Amelia..." he growled as the thick leather whipped through the air and landed ferociously on her backside. "Say your name and thank your Lord on the last strike..."

Synosk was not without his mercies. Instead of displaying the perfection of his aim and control of his form, he let the lick of the leather caress every inch of her burning red ass until it was almost impossible to tell where each strike landed as he closed in upon that final, brutal strike. She had made it so far in such a short time, marking her as truly perfect for him, and, if she were to have kept his command in her heart, truly within her heart, she would earn his favor after that tenth strike.

Pulling his hand back to ready itself, he smiled and moved the grip from his right hand to his left, dominant hand. The air screamed louder than it had ever done before as he tore at the very atoms in the space between her blood red flesh and his lick. It was almost the sound of thunder when it met her body, the crack of the air as his strike landed true, making a crescendo in their shared orchestra. The end of the bars of music came all down upon this one vulgar, vile, villainous strike on her flesh.

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Oh God, when would it end?! Kendra's throat was hoarse from her screams and yet, there was no denying them as she felt the whip land on her flesh once more. Silent sobs continued to erupt from her, making her almost dizzy in how breathless she was. She couldn't feel anything but pain, couldn't think of anything but the abuse he was unleashing upon her. And through it all, all she could think about was WHY she was being subjected to this. What had she done to cause this upon herself?!

She made sure to speak up, her counts shrieked as the damned whip continued to rain upon her. Amelia. She was Amelia. He was her Lord. If she told him this, then he would stop, he might show her some mercy. If she played his games... just until she was safe, just until someone found out she was gone and she could be saved. "Please, my Lord," She whispered between racking sobs, "Amelia is sorry.... Amelia is sorry.... please my Lord... please..."

When he paused in his abuse, she thought he was done and she allowed her body to relax in its tense form. Dizzy, she tried to breathe deeply and focus on anything but the pain she felt... until his whip landed on her flesh once more, harder than before, renewed in its strength. Her scream split the air as she jerked violently and in the next instant, darkness stole her. For a few blessed seconds, darkness offered her refuge... until she snapped back awake as the pain became unbearable.

Never in her entire life had she felt such pain, never had she felt such cruelty. Her life had been sheltered, she had been pampered and this... this was a form of cruelty that had never touched her life. Until now. She pleaded, her words too hoarse to be heard as she begged him to stop. She knew she had to continue counting, or else he would begin all over again but she didn't have the strength, she didn't have the power in her voice to continue. She just wanted it to stop.

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"So it begins..." Synosk's words dripped of utter decadence, "You finally have learned your place, or at least have started to learn it, Amelia..." Reaching down, he stroked her sobbing face much like an owner would their favored pet. "Do not fail me now, no not now, be a good girl and crawl with your Lord into your new home..."

The other came and pulled the hood off her head as Synosk removed his foot from the small of her back. "Up, you may continue sobbing, but do not stop moving. If you do this then you will be rewarded, Amelia." His tone was soft, for him at least, as he gripped a fist of her hair loosely. "Come, girl, and enter your world freely..."

Either she would move of her own free will or he would drag her by the hold on her hair. "I will show you a world you never knew to exist and you will thank me for it, every step of the way, as I guide you and make you sing so lovely for me..." His pace was slow enough that she would easily keep with him; he wasn't a monster after all. "Answer your Lord truthfully, Amelia, have you been deflowered?"

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Never in her life had Kendra hurt as much as she did in that moment. She felt like every inch of her was covered in bruises and welts. She couldn't breathe without shuddering and sobbing and every time she tried to think, her mind simply continued to scream in fear and horror. What had happened? Where had he come from? In all of her nightmares and horror movies, she would have never believed someone like him to exist.

She moved. She had to. She knew if she didn't, he would hurt her even more. She bit back a scream at the first few slow movements, her body objecting, tears renewing their trickle down her cheeks. His voice both soothed her because it was not angry and still scared her because of the words that spilled from him. He was absolutely 100% crazy.

His question made her stumble and fresh fear almost had her crying and begging him to leave her alone. Instead, she opened her mouth and forced the words, hoarse and low from her lips, "No... I have not, my Lord." Oh God, she had kept her virginity for a damn reason, she had wanted to give it to someone special and now... now he would take it from her. A sob tore from her, bitter and full of horror for what she knew he would do with her.

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Synosk grinned. Looking down to her, hearing her words, they were music to his ears. Soon... he thought to himself. "This is good, I would hate for what is mine to be spoiled." His words were calm, even tempered, as he continued walking her.

"I can be a kind Lord," he said to no one in particular. He knew she would listen, any word from him was almost a command at any time, and she would follow. "If you learn to please me, I will show you just how kind I can be. Would you like that, Amelia?"

He moved up the stairs, her hair in hand, as he moved her along to the halls of his domain. The walls reached far higher than they ought, marble colonnades spaced out every ten feet to provide bearing for the ceiling that would almost be too high to see with ease. The floor appeared to be one solid slab of red veined marble, perfectly flat, even, and seamless. "Your needs will be met, at least, as long as you remain loyal. Now," he said, stopping at a doorway. "Go inside, you aren't to stand, and bathe yourself. The pool inside will be soothing to your wounds, warm milk baths are good for that..." Synosk let her hair go, taking a towel from the servant behind him and wiping it clean, "I will call for you when I wish it and you will answer."

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_This isn't real,_ Kendra kept telling herself as she crawled close to him, scared of slowing her movements down by one inch. Already she had a headache and her scalp was so sensitive and yet she continued moving forward, scared of what he would do to her.

"Yes, Sir," The words were whispered, unsure of what she had agreed to, so lost in her fear and her panic that she was certain that if he asked to skin her alive, she stupidly would have said yes. God, she just wanted all of this to stop.

As soon as he released her hair, she reached up to push it open and crawled inside, his words leaving her chilled. As soon as the door was closed, she looked around the large bath, the bath already prepared for her. She looked around frantically for a window, or anything but all she saw was the door she had entered through. A sob escaped her, and then another and she remained on the floor for a few minutes simply crying. She finally pushed herself to the bath, still crawling, scared that he would have cameras watching her and would punish her even more for standing. The feel of the thick liquid surrounding her as she crawled in made her wince in pleasure and pain. It felt good and yet the sharp sensation was painful.

She had to get out of here, she thought wildly, but as her cheek rested on the edge of the tub, she realized there was no way out. She was at his mercy.

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She was learning quickly, much quicker than the last few toys he'd broken. A part of him was saddened that she would break too, they all broke, but she would be the canvas upon which he worked his masterpiece. That, and that alone, made her of more worth than any he'd had before or would have since. A bark of laughter snaked passed his lips as Synosk walked the halls of his domain. The click-clack sound of his soles meeting with the impeccably fine marble floors echoed in the wide hallways like a clarion bell chiming the oncoming destruction.

The Lord locked eyes with Atoasr, the rich blue color of Synosk's gaze met with the inhuman black orbs of ink, "She will ache, greatly, Atoasr. I assume you treated the bath properly to help soothe the aches?" Without a word Synosk knew that the other being had done as would be demanded. "Excellent, she will need to be adorned befit of her station. See to it." there was a hint of a promise of dire circumstances for the other in those three last words as Synosk pulled a grape from the vine and gnashed his teeth against it. "I will await her presence in my chamber."

Leaving as quickly as he had arrived, the powerfully built creature that was Synosk moved to his personal chamber and readied himself for a feast for the night. Her screams would leave him sated, if for a time. But he was going to make sure that he enjoyed every last breath of her life before he was done.

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Her eyes snapped open at the sound of a door opening and Kendra blinked in slight confusion, wondering why she was in a tub when she had just taken a shower. She shifted and the sudden sharp pain that coursed through her back made her cry out loudly. Memories came back to her in quick flashes and she remembered the man who had kidnapped her, the man who had touched her and made her orgasm, and the pain. Oh god the pain. A quiet sob escaped her as she saw a shadow out of the corner of her eyes.

She turned, expecting to see him again but it was his butler. Or... whoever and whatever he was. She blinked as fresh tears filled her eyes and she found herself begging and sobbing, "Please. Please let me go. My family doesn't have a lot of money but... but my Dad will pay you handsomely. Please just let me go." The eyes that stared at her had no ounce or remorse nor compassion and with a cold sliver of fear, she realized that he would not help her any more than the crazy lunatic that had beaten her would.

In a burst of anger, she flung some of the bath towards him and screamed, "HE IS GOING TO KILL ME!" He would, she thought as she hugged her arms around her knees and sobbed. Whatever plans he had for her, she was not going to survive them. There was no hope at all, only her imminent death.


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As everyone was bidding their farewells, Nyx smirked at her hosts going off to talk, knowing the subject, but saying nothing to them, mentally or otherwise. Instead, she looked to her date with a tender smile, "Well, my love, shall we take this somewhere a bit more private?" she asked, leading her lover through one of the doors to the back rooms, where she arranged with one of the AIs to give them their own space. As the two passed through the door, even Nyx, who had the idea, whistled in appreciation. Before them was an extravagant Victorian style bedroom, one that might be a bit more in Katarina's tastes than her own, but still, everything here was luxurious. Four poster bed, four shuttered windows barely letting light into the room with thin black curtains over them.

She lead her date to the bed and sat gently on the side, pulling Katarina down to sit with her. "I don't know about you lover, but I think we had ourselves an amazing evening so far. Care to make it even better?" she asked in the most seductive tone she could.

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Katarina gave a sigh of relief when her lover asked if she wanted to go somewhere private. "Oh, please! You've been driving me mad all night!" She eagerly followed her into the 'back room', gasping in delight at what they found before drifting over to join Nyx on the bed. She looked at Nyx for one endless moment, letting nothing show on her face, then leaned over and kissed her as hard as she could on the lips.

When they finally came up for air she gazed into her Lover's eyes as she took Nyx's hands and put them firmly on her body. "You hold my heart, so you own me. You don't need to ask, just take me whenever you wish, however you wish. I'll never do anything but beg for more." She leaned in to kiss her once again.

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Nyx purred into the kisses from Katarina, even if they were separated by statements she already knew the truth behind, so when her hands were placed on the ghost's body, who was she to disobey that kind of order? She tried to kiss her again, only to find her lip caught between Nyx's teeth, shaking her head gently. Letting go, she smirked, "Tonight, you're my toy!" she said seductively as she pushed her onto her back and straddled her. She grabbed the hem of her own dress and lifted it over her head, showing a lovely lavender bra and pantie set. She raised herself up as her hands helped her by sliding Katarina's dress up and under the Shadow Queen, before pulling it off of Katarina's head completely, leaving her in whatever she had underneath.

With her round luscious ass back down on Katarina's thighs, she looked the ghost up and down, licking her lips like a predator admiring its prey. Without a word, she dropped her body down to lay on the ghost while her lips and tongue met hers, showing how passionate the demon had become, a first in many centuries.

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Katarina gasped when her lip was bitten and willingly, eagerly, let herself be pushed down. "Y-yes! Tonight, every night! Please play with your toy!" She wriggled under her lover, grinding up against her before stopping to stare as Nyx bared her lovely body almost entirely. She stayed that way till the Shadow Queen started to strip her, then started wriggling again, doing everything she could to help her before letting the dress fade away into nothingness once it was removed, leaving her vulnerable and naked beneath her Lover... and she wouldn't have it any other way.

When Nyx dropped for her kiss Katarina couldn't resist arching up into her, pressing her naked breasts against her Lover's bra. "Mmm... Mistress? Would you like your toy to have a cock for you to play with and ride? Or did you want to ravish her helpless, naughty body first? Maybe Mistress would like her toy to have a cock while she gets ravaged? So Mistress can play with it while she pumps her naughty holes? I am yours to do with as you please Mistress!"

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Nyx smiled wickedly as her little toy begged and called her 'Mistress.' To not hear that word for almost centuries... it was a horrible word to not be called! As Katarina asked either of them would have a cock, she ran her hands over the ghost's body, using her nails to gently scratch at the skin of her lover. "Now there's an interesting question, my pet. I know asking would be pointless, so..." she trailed off as one hand felt all of Katarina's stomach, sliding down on a direct path to her naked pussy, only to avoid it at the last second to start playing with her own. She gave a soft murmur of pleasure, before sliding her hand up her panties, filling in the fabric as it moved. She was literally creating the cock as she moved her hand up.

She stood up, now pitching a tent. She actually reached behind her to unhook the bra, but did nothing to remove it from her. She looked at the ghost with a knowing look, "Strip and suck me," she said in the same way as someone asking for a simple hug. She knew the girl wouldn't disappoint, but the brief anticipation was killing her already. If she did more than take the bra and panties off and simply go to town, Nyx would run her fingers through the ghost's hair, giving it a tug, "Not what I told you to do!" Of course, if she did no more, no less than instructed, she would get a purr of "Mmm, good girl!"

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Katarina moaned in pleasure as her lover's nails ran along her skin, writhing happily before giving a small pout when the hand trailing down her belly failed to reach the wet hole between her eagerly spread legs. The pout vanished almost instantly however when she noticed what her lover as adding, her tongue running along her lips hungrily at the sight.

She saw no reason to resist orders that gave her exactly what she wanted so Katarina eagerly complied, though with her own flair. She rose to a crouch to reach up and remove the bra before leaning in to caress the perfect breasts thus revealed, giving each one a loving suck on the nipple as she did so. Only then did she sink to her hunches and let her hands slide down Nyx's smooth sides to hook the waistband of her panties and guide them down off her hips. She was leaning so far forward that the cock slapped her faced when it sprang free but she only moaned and started nuzzling and licking it as she finished taking off the last of Shadow Queen's raiment. At once she held the cock steady with one hand so she could lick around the tip before guiding it down her throat, her other hand palming and playing with her lover's damp pussy. Only once she was deep throating Nyx's cock and bobbing on it steadily did she let go with the guiding hand to reach down and play with her own dripping pussy, starting at once to finger herself with two digits in hopes of getting stretched out enough to really enjoy it when her lover inevitably plundered her deepest core.

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Nyx gave a long deep moan as Katarina got up to follow her orders, even if she went above and beyond, she didn't punish her, as she simply enjoyed the attention way too much. The demon gasped the instant her cock started receiving attention, but moaned loud when her pussy was getting equal attention. She gazed down at the ghost with her mouth open, breathing hard. "Gods, you didn't follow command, but fuck! I don't care! I missed this so damn much!" she said with a raised voice.

She ran her fingers through Katarina's hair nonetheless and used it to hold her head in place to fuck it like the slutty hole her mouth was. After a few minutes of this, she would pull her head from her cock, lift her up, and toss her on the bed. "You, cock, now!" she said pointing at Katarina's face, her crotch and straight down giving her the exclamation point. When it would spawn, then Nyx would drop her knees in front of the ghost and start licking from the bottom of her pussy slit all the way to the tip of her cock, before taking it deep into her mouth. Eventually she would shove two fingers into her pussy and pound it furiously.

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Her lover's moans, the hand in her hair, the cock thrusting into her face like it belonged there... it was perfect. Katarina was dripping wet as she was used, sucking constantly as she tried to get Nyx off in her mouth, wanting to taste it... and, unlike a living lover, Katarina didn't have to breath... which meant she didn't have to stop. She moaned up to her Mistress when she 'complained' about her not following orders, she had followed them, she'd just been too eager to please her Mistress to stop at just that, and it wasn't like she was ordered not to...

She gasped as she was pulled off and tossed on the bed, whimpering at being deprived of her meal. Still her Mistress had more orders for her so she complied at once, the cock growing out of her clit with a throatily moaned "Y-yes Mistress!" as it sprang into the air to bob enticingly.

Katarina was shocked when Nyx went to her knees between her legs and then had to moan, gasp, groan, and squeal with delight and pleasure as her lover deep throated her and fingered her brutally. After several attempts, each interrupted by deep moans, she finally got a sentence out. "M-Mistress! Please! *moan* Please turn around! L-let me please you while you use me!" Her hands were down on Nyx's head, trying to stroke and pet it in thanks for the pleasure she was giving her but occasionally fisting in it when a bolt of pleasure crashed through her.

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Nyx smirked while she had a ghostly cock in her mouth. So the girl wanted to please her while she used Katarina. She slowly pulled off her cock with a loud pop, "How can I turn down such a well worded request from my little slut? Roll onto your right side!" she said as she stood straight up, running her body along the underside of Katarina's cock and her pussy, dragging her own cock along both.

When she was on her right side, she would walk around the bed, enjoying the view of her toy, reaching in to grope her ass, before sitting on the bed for a moment next to her face. She ran her fingers through her hair, "I love you, my pet. Do what you will," she said simply as she twisted herself to lay across the bed on her right side as well, going right back to town on Katarina's cock and pussy, her own now mere inches from Katarina's face.

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Katarina shivered as Nyx rose, dragging that smooth, supple flesh over her sexes in that teasingly delightful way. That shiver turned to a shudder as her lover's cock dragged along her pussy but the ghostly woman managed, barely, to resist begging for it to enter her instead and got away with just juicing all over it instead... which only made her mouth water more at the thought of swallowing it once more.

She rolled to the side as ordered but carefully kept her arms and legs slightly spread and out of the way. Her lover was looking at her, admiring the view of her body, and it was hers to admire. When she sat down beside her head Katarina leaned forward to kiss Nyx's hip lovingly before looking up with suddenly misty eyes when the Shadow Queen admitted to loving her as well. "I love you too Mistress. Too much to want to ever do anything but please you." She leaned back slightly as her lover lay down before straightening... right into a powerful moaning shudder as her nethers were ferociously assaulted once more. Leaning forward she licked her lips as she closed, then the head of Nyx's sexy cock in her face, and then her own slim, strong fingers slit over and around Nyx's hips to grip her buttox firmly... and pulled her lover's hips forward while holding her head still so that lovely cock could slide right down her warm, wet, willing throat.

Katarina didn't bother bobbing or moving, not needing to breath she simply took the shaft to the bottom and started licking the base of the firm, meaty cock in her mouth while she sucked and swallowed endlessly, letting her throat milk and squeeze her lover constantly. The hands holding her lover in place shifted, her forearms wrapping around her to prevent escape from the silken prison of her throat while the hands themselves moved to her lover's own holes. Two fingers slid slowly, teasingly into Nyx's damp pussy and started shifting, turning, and wiggling to stimulate that lovely hole. Once they were well and truly soaked, however, they withdrew and were replaced by two fingers from her other hand while they rose to start pressing against and teasing Nyx's back entrance, slowly tracing around the rosebud before moving in to press against the opening. Even without being able to speak it mad Katarina's intentions rather clear. "You're the 'Mistress' but I'm already in your mouth and I'll have both your other holes before I even think of letting you go as well."

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Nyx let a soft chuckle escape her lips at the revelation of just how much she was loved in return, "Now now, my dear Katarina, what would the lessers say if we simply stay in bed all day?" she asked, honestly loving the idea of being together all day like that, but at the same time, that wouldn't help them win the war.

When she got into the position, she moaned around Katarina's cock when her own was not only swallowed upon repeatedly, but there was a finger probing her pussy, and one threatening her with a good time from the back. She popped off briefly to gasp out, "Do it!" Nyx repositioned her upper body to be able to do the same to her lover, as soon as she was breached. A long deep moan reverberated off of Katarina's cock as more of the demon's holes were filled, and she started filling her lover's as well. She'd be content with simply keep this up for a few moments, even if it would lead to the first pulsing of their time together. She kept enough control over it to let Katarina pull back enough to taste it if she wanted, before cumming hard in her lover's mouth. As her hips spasm in pleasure, she works the ghost's cock, pussy, and ass double time to get the same thing from her.

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Katarina grinned up at her and delivered a tart reply. "They'd say they wish they were us!" Privately she started plotting how to get enough 'favors' to arrange for a time dilation room so they could do just that without loosing too much time.

At her lover's command she plunged her fingers into her holes and began pumping while redoubling her sucking, turning her throat into a warm, moist, pulsating tunnel around Nyx's cock. As she felt her lover tensing up she only shoved it deeper, only once the first few spurts had been pumped directly into her stomach did she pull back to let it coat her throat and fill her mouth. Even as she was doing this the sheer bliss of making her lover cum pushed her over the edge and Katarina gave Nyx the same creamy treat.

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With a similar pulsing, Nyx pulled back a bit so that not only would she get the first couple shots of Katarina's cum in her mouth to savor, but she could direct the last few to cover her face, wanting to show how much she loves everything about the ghost. She made sure her lover was thoroughly cleaned off, all the while, sadly, losing girth as she did. That one took more out of her than she was expecting, although... "Okay... note to oneself, first orgasm is through pussy, not cock, get warmed up before that one gets to shoot..." she breathed with a laugh.

She turned to lay on her back, her cock flopping uselessly as she moved, "If you're up for it, your pussy, on my face," she said simply, clearing an order, but not a stern one.

[Assistant] Katarina savored her creamy treat before swallowing and grinning at her lover. "Love, when I'm with you my libido goes mad! I think it might literally be impossible for me to get enough!" She scrambled up to crouch over Nyx's face, her dripping pussy only inches away, before leaning down over her to take her lover's limb cock back into her mouth for some more warm, wet, sucking. Pausing only to make an offer of her own as her own hard shaft poked at the tops of Nyx's breasts. "If you'd like to rest some I could fuck one of your tight holes nice and sweetly! I'll even pull out and hop on if you get close to cumming with your cock first so you can pump me full of your thick cream!"

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Nyx moaned slowly into Katarina's pussy as the ghost gave her limp cock some more love, though it just wasn't doing much. Too much, too soon it seemed like. When Katarina made the suggestion to give her a gentle fucking while her cock recovered, she gently pushed her ass forward, "I would love that, and don't hold back if you cum again, I want to be filled too. I don't even care which hole..." she said with breathiness. She was still very willing to continue, but like she said, she made the mistake of cumming through the cock right away.

No matter which hole that Katarina wanted, she would lift and spread her legs, giving her the best access. The position itself shouldn't be possible for a normal woman to get into and hold, but then, she wasn't a normal woman. As soon as cock entered Nyx, the ghost would have demon legs wrapping around her to keep her in her, as she moaned deeply from the sensation of the ghostly cock within her.

[Assistant] Katarina turned around with a grin and kissed her lover hard, moaning as she broke off. "Lover, that ass is entirely too spankable for me to fuck it without being able to go hard and rough! No, for sweet and gentle there's only one hole!" With that she slid slowly and lovingly into Nyx's pussy while hugging the other woman and kissing her again, moaning happily as those lithe, shapely legs wrapped around her and starting to thrust slowly and sweetly. "Ooooh, Baby you're so hot and tight! I could make love to you forever!" She kissed her lover once more before whispering in her ear. "If you decide you want to see how I look, covered in your cum, then go ahead and shoot all over my breasts and belly! We'll be here long enough for you to fill me after and I want you to do whatever you want to me!"

[User] Nyx's moans were long and deep as she was entered by her lover, giving a similar giggle when she was told how wonderful she was to fill, "Then I might have to get that body soon... hmmm... because forever sounds amazing!" she moaned as she was slowly being fucked by Katarina, who wanted her to know if she wanted to cum all over her, she could, as they'd have plenty of time for her to be filled by demon cum. "Well, with my hosts doing the same as us... the concentration will be easier... we'll have a lot more time than that silly beach incident!" she said, not mocking their first encounter, but how long she was able to stay around that time. She would stay around for far longer this time. Now, whether she lasts that long will entirely depend on Katarina's enthusiasm.

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Katarina laughed gaily, a sound that was soon overtaken by a moan. "I'll help! Anything that makes it easier to be your little fuck doll and love toy!" She leaned forward, turning the slow, sweet fucking into a whole body experience as she trapped Nyx's cock between their slim, supple bellies and her hard nipples pressed against and dueled Nyx's own.

She kissed her lover again, a long slow kiss with plenty of tongue as she made love to her entire body, finally breaking off to giggle in her ear. "They're finally doing it?! Oooooh! Do---do you think they'd let us watch later? When they're more comfortable with it? That would just be so sexy! Watching them make love while you slide your cock inside me and bounce me on your lap..." She shivered. "I'm a bad, bad girl Mistress! Promise you'll punish me and rape my tight little ass later? Maybe spank and finger my naughty little pussy while you're at it? I just get so wet at the thought of watching them while they're watching us!"


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"MMMM!" Samara's eyes went wide when she suddenly felt her Master tense and begin to unload into her throat. She swallowed again and again, pulling back slowly to let him coat the walls of her throat and mouth with his delicious seed. It tasted better than she could have imagined! Her tongue rolled around, bathing in it happily while she sucked on just his thick head. Her soft hands worked him up and down, keeping his orgasm going until he was well spent. She soon found her tummy filling to a dangerous level and couldn't swallow any more without having to relieve herself of some of it soon thereafter. Pulling away, she smiled and let him fire his hot sperm all over her face and chest. The maid bathed in it, loving the sensation of the man's jets of spunk streaking her dark flesh and immense bust. When he'd finally slowed and collapsed, she leaned back with a triumphant smile and let him look on how terribly he'd ruined her pretty features.

Samara perked up and turned when she heard the knock. Hoping it wasn't someone come to ruin their fun, she nodded to Prince Victor's command and stood readily. Good- wine and not a parent or adviser come to fetch him for some royal task. Though it would be quite fun to go following him through the halls naked and covered in his semen the way she was. Without a thought to make herself presentable, Samara simply opened the door and smiled at the servant. The young man as about to announce himself and the vintage he brought before going silent. His mouth gaped in awe, realizing he was staring at a naked, big-chested girl in the Prince's own room covered in... Oh, heavens! He stepped back after receiving a polite thank you and having the door shut in his face. The poor man turned and stumbled away, wondering if he should tell someone that there was some sort of orgy going on in the Prince's quarters!

Samara turned and did her duty by opening the bottle and pouring the Prince a glass. She returned to him, kneeling and offering him the beverage with a smile. "Your wine, my Master. I do hope you enjoy it as much as you did me. And I hope you aren't done enjoying me..."

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Victor was too breathless to care about any consequences of having his cum covered whore of a maid answer his door for him. As the adrenaline faded He was originally going to apologize for nearly choking her with cum. But one look at her dirty, disheveled and deeply happy face. He realized he didn't have to. Beautiful green eyes, which paired beautifully with her naturally soft and dark complexion took on a whole new depraved glint when instead surrounded by a mask of thick white gloop.

"Fuck me, You certainly seem to have enjoyed yourself." He couldn't help but notice she was making no efforts to clean herself of his spunk. Seemingly content to wallow in its warmth like a gooey blanket, not the Victor was going to complain about that either. There was something about the whole image of her in this state that threatened to get him rock hard again! Taking the goblet from her sticky fingers, trying his best not to get any of his own seed on himself, though he could probably just get her to lick it back off anyway.

"I doubt I could enjoy anything as much as I enjoyed that. And no, I don't think I'm done with you for awhile yet. Though we should both take a bath I think" He added with a wink. "You have a gift for this kind of thing, I'll give you that. And you seem to enjoy the taste of royalty, eh?" Raising an eyebrow as some of his own spunk dripped of the balcony of tit flesh and onto his floor. "Did you uh... get enough to eat?" He was trying to be cheeky but his inexperience was coming back to haunt him and he was certain that just came out a little more awkward than he intended.

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Samara brightened at the sound of a bath. She loved hot, steamy baths- even more the kinds of depraved acts that go on in them. Just as she was about to stand and draw him one, Victor issued a challenge. At least, that's how she perceived it. The main knelt again and proceeded to draw her cupped hands along her bust and collarbone, collecting the young man's cum. She tipped her hand back against her mouth, swallowing more even though her stomach was full to bursting. She didn't stop until every streak of cum had been pulled into her needy mouth. The girl even licked her fingers clean before she stood. Smiling upon her Master, she answered. "No, sir... No man has ever given me enough to eat. You're getting close, though..."

She turned and swayed her hips all the way to Victor's bathroom. Her bottom jiggled slightly with every step, emphasizing both her softness and toned firm rear. Samara set to work turning numerous faucets around the large tub. She ran her hand along the water, feeling it's heat as the level rose. Finally it neared the told and she turned the taps off before calling out. "Master, your bath is ready. May I join you, sir? I promise I'll be good."

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Now Victor felt challenged by her statement. Feeling like he now had to prove his virility to this woman if only to dominate her further. Shove himself down her throat and empty himself into her until she begged to stop. It wouldn't be hard to overpower her and just fuck the living... and he really needed to calm down. That was a vein of thought he didn't know he was capable of. _Just drink the a wine._ he told himself. Willing on the relaxing beverage until he was called in for his bath. By now he was more than comfortable with the idea of nudity, despite barely an hour having passed since meeting this woman. It was amazing what one good fuck could accomplish as a social ice-breaker.

"I'm not sure if should let you join me. You still haven't thanked me properly for allowing you to worship my cock." Casually he reached down and grasped his flaccid length, which even in its diminished state was still a noteworthy organ. "And for feeding you." He laughed and climbed into the steaming tub. Sighing as the heated water eased the muscles in his legs and thighs. "A prince shouldn't feel like his servants are taking advantage of his generosity." Lowering himself into the water, wine still in hand he settled comfortably in the spacious bathing pool. "Unless of course this was only a one time affair in which case..."

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The girl's face became stricken with worry. She quickly shot up and followed Victor to the tub, dropping to her knees again. Just her upper chest and head above the edge and visible to him, she pleaded vigorously. "N-no, sir! Please, I'm so sorry! I do greatly appreciate what you've already given me! Thank you so much for allowing me to suck your glorious, mighty manhood. I wish to worship it all the more! Please don't deny me that service..." Samara sat back on her feet with her knees out front in a humbled position. She placed her hands on her thighs with her head bowed, as she was taught to do by training and years of experience.

"Your seed is the most delicious I've ever tasted, my Prince. I wish to subsist on nothing but your nourishing sperm. Please forgive me and I will be your doting, dutiful servant as long as you find me pleasing to your eye and body. I would have you as my last Master from now to forever if it was but my own decision." She remained there quietly after her apology, being the truest of sexual slave girls. She would stay in that position, in that location for hours if she was not given another command. Such was her deep respect for her new Master. Of course... if after a few hours he decided to leave his room, she would take it as a test and follow him to see how better she could serve him from the shadows. Samara was just as skilled as stealth as she was at sex, and knew just how to surprise a man.

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Victor was just looking for an excuse to tease the girl back. He figured she would play along and offer him some more sex as apology (which he would have gladly taken) But the response he got out of her was far more interesting than that. Whoever this Samara was, she was clearly devoted to the idea of being a happy little cock slave for the rest of her natural life. And she certainly seemed sincere about it.

"Yes, well..." Despite himself a smile spread across his lips as his mind danced with the possibilities that could be made real with such a submissive creature. "You are forgiven, this time. And If you continue to be a good servant, I promise you all the seed you can ever drink. Now get in here and clean us both up." Quaffing what remained of his wine and wiggling the silver goblet as way of demanding more.

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Samara gave her own little joyous smile as she listened to Victor. She was lucky he was such a forgiving Master. The girl's heart beat hard in her chest with the command for her to get into the bath with him. She replied meekly, "Yes, Master. As you wish." Seeing his empty glass, she turned and made her way to the bottle back near his chair. She crawled the whole way, her bottom high in the air and swaying from side to side hypnotically. She took hold of the bottle and began crawling back, staring into the Prince's eyes seductively while her heavy bust swung beneath her chest. She made it back to the tub and refilled his glass dutifully before placing it on the floor next to the tub.

Samara stood, displaying her entire naked body to the man before stepping in opposite him. She slowly sank into the water, getting used to its heat inch by inch. As soon as she was shoulder-high, the maid dipped her head into the bath and came up, her pigtails reverting into straight, wet hair. She glistened with wetness, like a mermaid washing ashore for any enterprising young fisherman to take. "Thank you for forgiving me, Master. I promise I'll be ever grateful." She slid up into his lap, her slick womanhood grinding against his thick member while she ran a wash cloth over his skin. Her breasts pushed against his chest softly, making them squeeze up towards his face.

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Victor wallowed in the luxury of being cleaned by a gorgeous woman. Having to do nothing while she gently washed him as if he was her most precious lover. He was already getting hard again from both her submissive display and her very 'personal' method of service. "Mmmmm... you are very beautiful. I think I will keep you for a long time." And he was being completely honest. She was a magnificent creature to behold. From her luscious hair to her slender feet, every bit of her was a perfect as a female could be. "A servant who knows her place." He breathed, reaching up to do a bit of rinsing on his own. Grabbing one of those heavy breasts with impunity and giving the orgasm a firm squeeze, a move of such brazenness he could not have imaging himself doing such a thing a mere hour ago. Getting a little bolder he quaffed the second goblet of wine in its entirety, tossed the cup off to the side and pulled her in so he could kiss her neck and have a taste of that dark, exotic skin. He was not disappointed, she was just as soft as he imagined her to be.

He continued to knead and bounce her breast in his hand, rinsing off his own sperm remnants from her dark skin. "So, help me get a clearer understanding of all this. I can have you however, and whenever I want, And you will never deny me? I could fuck you any way I pleased and you would never deny my what is mine."The breast he was squeezing was lifted upwards, and the plump nipple on the end was taken in his mouth.

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Samara blushed and beamed at him. She'd never been doted on so much by an owner before. Victor was at once the most strict and most appreciative Master she'd ever seen. "Thank you, my Prince. I will endeavor to keep you pleased and continue to beg for your cock on me knees daily. It is only right that I do so. You have such a mighty, delicious erection. I would happily drink from it for my only sustenance." She bit her lip as he began to play with her body. It was her fondest dream to watch an owner toy with her; make her into little more than his sex puppet. She lived to grovel and beg and plead for no more than her next penetration by her Master. It was what she was made for.

The maid arched her back into the man, continuing to grind on his dick to get him hard again. That's all she wanted, to spend eternity hardening and relaxing him over and over and over.. "Mmf," she whined in pleasure as he sucked at her chest. "Yes, my Master. You could order me to bend over out in town square among all the rabble and take me then and there, showing everyone how I'm little more than your personal toy. I'd never deny you. In fact, I'd beg for you each and every hour of the day. I need your cock inside me, Master. I need it desperately... please..." Her speech of desire and the response to Victor's words slowly became yet another plea for sex. Her hot womanhood slipped over him up and down, needy and wet with more than bath water.

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As she spoke her words his manhood began to throb and pulse against her sex, and his suckling attempts also became harder. His grip on her body firmer, in just about every primal way the prince could have reacted, he did. Eventually Victor raised his mouth from her breast and immediately pulled her in by the back of the neck a second time. This time however for a proper kiss.

"My personal toy. If that's all you aspire to be than I will happily oblige you, you little whore." The dynamic of power shifted for the second time that night as the prince fully succumbed to his urges and instincts, now impossible for him to ignore. He had to dominate this insatiable minx of a woman and he had to do it as completely as he could. "Ride my cock whore!"

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"OOoooOoohhh..." Samara's eyes rolled back as she was grabbed and handled so roughly. She loved the feel of being claimed and used by a powerful Master more than anything else. She just wanted to be chained up and ridden recklessly by Victor, for hours until she passed out from the sheer exertion of pure bliss. Her body reacted to him, pressing into the man and wiggling atop his lap. "Oh, yes, Master! I'm your whore and nothing else! I live to simply be the slave you dump your precious seed into! Use me, sir, please!"

Samara did as she was told without a second's hesitation. She pushed up on her feet to either side of the prince, gripped his dick and angled it up to poke at her slick womanhood. With a slow, wonderful movement down into the hot water, the maid stretched her pussy over his divinely giant dick. She smiled the whole way down, working him into her impossibly tight cunt. "Oh, god... NNnnhhh... M-Master... you're so b-big," She whined, barely halfway down before she had to start pushing down along with gravity to get any more inside of her. He was already nearly at the gates of her womb. She wondered if he was going to end up fucking her where no man had ever been long enough to reach..

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"Oh gods above!!! FUCK YES!" It was happening. It was actually happening. Victor was about to take a woman as a man did, and he couldn't wait to get himself deeper. Her warm cunt felt even better than her mouth. Tighter than a vise but oh so much softer and impossibly smooth. He felt her stretching to accommodate his girth, a conqueror come to claim her most sacred regions for its own. Just penetrating her felt powerful.

"Am I too big for my whore?" He teased. Having gone back to kissing and tasting her neck and shoulders. His hands were everywhere. Touching every bit of her his fingers could find. Lingering along her curves and thighs in particular. Where the flesh was the warmest and most squeezable.

"Are you asking to stop? Or do you just need a little help." Taking a firm grip of her waist the prince added his own strength to her efforts and started forcing her deeper into his lap. It didn't take long for him to reach the barrier to her womb... then he stopped. He didn't fully grasp what his head was currently pushing against but even his horny power tripping teenage mind wasn't sure if it was right to just push himself through. He still had some inches left to go of cock that knew nothing of a woman's warmth. And he desperately wanted to let it get acquainted.

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Samara nearly panicked. She heard the Prince's wails of joy, but also his query of her displeasure. The maid clung to him, trembling on his impaling manhood. "No, my Master! You aren't too big for me! I need you- I desperately want you inside of me! It's me who is too tight, my Prince. I've never had a man fuck me that was so large! Please don't stop!" She grimaced as he 'helped' her down further. It was so very painful, but also liberating. Samara felt as though she was becoming a woman again, experiencing the agony of a virginity lost for the second time. She whined and squeaked a she continued down his rod. Soon she could go no further without another significant amount of pain. Thankfully, the Prince stopped to allow her time to rest and become accustomed to her new Master's cock.

She continued to beg him breathlessly, "P-please, Master... please f-fuck me deeper. I n-need you inside of me completely. Take me the w-way no man has ever taken m-me before." She began working her body over him, gyrating in small circles as best she could while all her weight was perched on the length of Victor's glorious cock. She could barely understand how he was able to hold her like that. How strong must the man's dick be to support her?! Even half submerged in hot bath water, it was a feat! She kissed at his neck and jawline, fucking him with her tight, sore pussy. She knew already that no other man would ever be able to make her feel that way again. Victor could toss her away that very night and still she would think of him every time a man failed to satisfy her with their own pathetic erections.

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"You're a shameless fucking whore aren't you... Begging for a cock to own you." The hands on her waist gripped her much harder now. Hard enough to leave bruises but he needed his strength for what he was about to do, and to stop her from squirming too much while he did it. (Or from changing her mind).

Victor's massive rod pulsed and throbbed against already tight walls as if it could perceive the future and what depths it was about to explore. Ready, like a battering ram to force its way further if need be. Muscles tightened and a deep breath was inhaled as the pretty young maid was pushed even lower and lower and lower. His masculine organ strained against the feminine barrier. Lifting her an inch he tried again. Forcing her down harder than before. He he repeated this a couple times until finally There was a few grunts, a bulge of muscles but also a sudden surge of movement as her womb finally gave way. And he didn't stop pushing until her rear was well settled against his flesh before he loosened his iron grip.

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"Yes, my Master! I'm YOUR shameless whore!! I'll worship your glorious cock anywhere and anyhow you de---EEEIIIIII!!" Samara cried out as she was forced down over him. Her body shivered in terror and pain, making her chest and ass jiggle profusely. She clutched Victor's head, pulling his face into her bosom as he penetrated her deeper and deeper. There was the mildest of relief as she was pulled up, but the resulting impalement of her womanhood made the girl's eyes water. Tears ran down her face. She ground her teeth against the intense agony of it all. But at once, it was done. She sat atop his lap, no further to go but back up again.

"Oh... M-Master... n-no one... has ever been so... deep..." She gasped her words, barely able to breathe with the force necessary to invade her and the tightness she felt in her body from his size. She sat back delicately, peering down at the bulge protruding from her once-flat tummy. Samara was in awe at the man. He hadn't hesitated for a moment after she begged for him to fuck her in such a way. In return, she began to gently rock on him. Her lithe, curvy body moved about over him like a serpent, pleasuring the monster within her in ways she knew he'd never felt. "Stay inside me forever, my Prince... I need you there."

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The prince let out a haggard laugh as even he felt himself short of breath from impaling her. He now felt something alongside the heady mixture of power and pleasure, an odd sense of pride welled in his chest as he joined her in looking at the abdominal bulge created by his shaft. Moreover, it was the sight of her own awe that made him really pleased with himself. If this slut was impressed by him than maybe he wasn't just another mook.

"You're welcome whore, Now show me how a slut like you shows gratitude. Worship that cock like I know you want to."