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Stepping into the large room, Emily looked around to survey it. Emily could see the old furniture, decor and paintings that littered the wall. The place looked old but at the same time, it was pristine and absolutely beautiful. She had never been inside of such a beautiful estate before and she couldn't believe she was standing there among the rich. At least, she assumed if these people were here, they had to be rich! Not to mention, the looks she got from some of the patrons were full of judgment and at that moment, she couldn't understand why.

Just as everyone was beginning to gather, Emily stepped forward toward the center of the room so she could look at the people entering and one of the men began to speak. Emily began looking around the room at the people there. Some were dressed in a very similar fashion as she was. Some were dressed more appropriately in suits and gowns. It was strange how the people dressed just like her stood out among the others. However, one thing was the same---everyone wore a mask. Even the doormen and the security men gathered around the edges of the room. She wondered really what this place was and why she was here.

Suddenly, the man speaking asked all of the newcomers to step forward. Everyone dressed similar to her stepped forward to the front of the crowd. Emily didn't want to. She could feel the redness spreading across her cheeks as her embarrassment sunk in. However, someone behind her gave her a soft nudge and she wanted to look behind her but she was almost frozen with fear. That little nudge made her keep walking until she stood with the rest of the newcomers though.

Emily couldn't help but look around at the people that she stood with. Mostly women but a few men littered the small group. All of them with similar masks as her. A little more plain than the elaborate and elegant masks that the others behind them wore. Perhaps a sign of their status among those in the estate? Regardless, it didn't make her feel any more comfortable and she almost wanted to turn and walk out. When she shifted in her shoes, she could feel a small wet patch forming on her black lace panties and it was enough to shock her. Her body was being unforgiving and going against what her right mind was telling her.

Feeling eyes upon her body, Emily slowly turned her head to the side to see a man, one in particular, staring directly at her. It made a shiver run up her spine. He wore a solid red mask that had almost something like horns at the top. The thing she noticed most other than the incredibly fancy suit that he wore, was his eyes. He had the most enchanting eyes she had ever seen on a man---or anyone really. The craziest part was those eyes had settled on her and she felt as though she were the prize of an auction. Realization sunk in and she wondered if that was what she was here for. She began to panic a little but she didn't run out. No, her feet were frozen in place.

Even through his mask, Emily could tell that whoever it was that wore the mask was insanely handsome and he had such a beautiful body, even with the suit on. However, she couldn't help but feel bare skinned. As if she wore absolutely nothing the way his gaze raked over her entire form, up and down, again and again. He seemed fixated on her and she felt another drip from her core onto her panties and she tore her eyes away from him to look back up at the man speaking to see if he would reveal anything about why they were here.

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Behind the devil mask, Anthony could not help but fix his gaze on Emily. His eyes sliced over the curves of her body, and the red that flushed over her cheeks. He wanted her. Not just because she was new, though that certainly played a part. It was the way she moved and looked around. She had a strange innocence about her, that he wanted to take and break for his own. He took a deep breath, and for a moment, he imagined he could smell her.

The man in the white mask continued. "Let us be clear, this is a bacchanal. This is a place of pleasure, carnal pleasure. This night and this place is one where you will be subject to the desires of others," he said in the deep voice, "The lots have been drawn for those who will guide these prospects on their first night. Step forward, and claim one, in the order of the draws."

From the crowd, a woman in a black gown stepped forward, in a beautiful white mask shaped as roses. She stepped slowly around each of the prospects, then gently took one of the men by the shoulder. She whispered in his ear, and they stepped back into the crowd. And then Anthony, the man in the devil mask, stepped forward. He was delighted he was second, and even more that he was the first man. He had no doubt that Emily would have been the first choice of the others, but he was first.

He stepped forward and made his way to Emily. He towered over her, looking down at the petite and busty woman in the plain black dress. His hand took hold of her upper arm and he leaned in toward her ear.

"Come with me, and you will learn the ways of this place," he said to her softly, and pulled her to come with him back into the crowd.

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Listening to the man at the front of everyone, Emily still couldn't shake the feeling that the man was watching her but as the man at the front spoke, she was a little confused until she realized what he was saying. This wasn't just some high society party---this was a high society pleasure party! Emily almost gasped at the realization and immediately wanted to turn back. Had she ever thought of experimenting with her sex life? Of course! Had she ever thought about visiting a sex dungeon? Sure! But this, was extreme.

Suddenly, with his words, a woman stepped forward to pick her partner. Emily stood so incredibly still. She prayed she wouldn't be chosen. A part of her wanted to run out of there but her feet locked her into place and she felt almost... powerless. Even as she watched the woman clearly pick one of the men in their group, she still wasn't relieved because it meant it was possible for her to get picked next. She didn't even believe she'd be wanted enough to be picked!

Much to her surprise, when the next person came to the front, it was the man in the devil mask. He didn't circle the others like the woman did. No, he went straight up to her. Her heart pounded in her chest so fast she thought he could possibly hear it. Her stomach churned with her anxiety and her body shook inside as he gripped onto the back of her arm and leaned in. He was so much taller up close and her already 5'3'' frame was dwarfed even more by his incredibly tall body. Plus, he was broad shouldered and it looked like he could engulf her completely.

This masked stranger's voice was deeper than she expected, almost vibrating throughout her entire body as he spoke in her ear. When he tugged her arm gently, her feet finally moved and this time, they trotted along beside him almost obediently. Emily had no idea where this was coming from and as they moved to the very back of the room, Emily was lost in the crowd and found herself simply following his steps until they were behind the crowd of people.

In the back of the room, Emily turned to the masked man, almost having to crane her neck completely to look up at him even in her stilettos. She was nervous, almost frightened by his presence and what was about to happen. However, there was an even bigger part of her that was excited and aroused by the things that crossed her mind. The ideas of what was to come somehow made her practically seep through the lace pressed against her heat and it was her body's reaction to her deepest and darkest desires.

"I take it I'm not allowed to know your name." She said softly. "But what may I call you?" Emily questioned curiously. If everyone was hiding their identities, they had to be able to call one another by something. She looked up into this man's tantalizing eyes and found herself lost in them. He could have not spoken a word and she still would have melted around him if he commanded it. He was beautiful in the mask and imagined how he looked without it. Something about the masks made her loins stir with salicity. She was embarrassed at how easily her body reacted before even knowing exactly what was to come!

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The selections continued as they moved toward the back. One by one, a patron stepped forward and chose a prospect. One woman was taken by another woman, who threatened to turn redder than Emily had been. But Anthony gave it no mind at all as the ritual took place. He had been there a thousand times before, and he already had his prize for the evening. He kept his hand upon her shoulder as he guided her to the back of the room, a mild but possessive gesture. Soon, they found themselves in the rear, the painted walls of the ballroom to their backs.

"What do you call me? You will find 'sir' is quite enough for a prospect like you. Some of us have special names just for this place. Perhaps you will be lucky enough to earn a place here after tonight, and learn mine," he responded to her question, his hand still upon her shoulder as he leaned down to answer, "Tell me, why did you come here? What are you looking for?"

She could smell his fine cologne as he loomed over her. The top button of his shirt was undone, revealing the hint of a well-formed chest. But still, those eyes peered into her as he spoke.

The ballroom grew more silent, as the last of the prospects had been selected, and the man in the white mask spoke again. "The selections have been made. The night welcomes us under the endless sky. Let us be as we truly are," the white-masked man said, raising his hand. A polite round of applause accompanied it. At some point, without notice, a blind-folded player had taken a seat at the piano in the ballroom. Music began to play, warm soothing but sensuous slow music. And each of the doors leading out of the ballroom opened.

The crowd began to shift, moving through the house, and again the woman with the two attendants in the hawk mask walked past them. She nodded once to the devil-masked Anthony and shifted another judgmental look at Emily before walking into the adjoining room.

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Leaning forward into her ear, the masked man spoke and her body practically melted. If she didn't have any control her knees would have immediately buckled at the sheer tone he spoke in. Especially when he instructed her to refer to him as ''Sir''. It only confirmed more of what she had assumed about this place. She was to merely be something sweet for men like him to toy with and look at, to appease their needs and desires. The thought alone made her gush and the sound of his voice didn't help either.

Emily stared at the bare chest that peaked out at the top of his shirt where it was unbuttoned. A lump began to form in her throat and she swallowed hard past it as if it would take the lump away but it didn't. It only grew larger as she shifted her eyes up to look into his. Her own blue eyes stared back, afraid but excited. Anxious but ready she was, even as her legs trembled where she stood.

"I-I don't know." Emily replied shakily. "Perhaps I am simply a cat as curiosity brought me here." She continued with a little more of a stable tone to her voice. Thankfully, talking seemed to help calm her nerves as they were going off piece by piece and it was practically unbearable. She longed to know more, to see more in hopes that the idea of knowing would bring more peace to her worries and settle the butterflies in her tummy. She had never been shown off, put on display or even really appreciated for her beauty and her natural sexual prowess but somehow, she felt absolutely stunning in the room.

When the white masked man spoke, Emily turned her head to look over the crowd at the man. When he said everyone may begin, all at once, the doors opened simultaneously and the people began funneling out. She watched them leave together and those with their chosen prospects followed obediently. The same woman that gave her a strange look before, walked past and nodded at the man before giving her the same look as before all over again. She glared back this time, now wanting to show her fear.

Turning her eyes back up to look at the man she was to call Sir. "Where is everyone going?" she questioned. Her innocence was clear and she had no idea what was to come now. She had an idea but still wasn't sure exactly how she was to proceed and what would become of her by the end of the evening.

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"You don't know? Perhaps? I am sure tonight will offer a certain clarity at least," Anthony responded, as the crowd began to move. He nodded back at the woman in the hawk mask before looking back at Emily.

"They are going to begin the evening. Some to watch, others to perform, others to indulge. Let's go watch," he answered Emily's question with an indulging tone. He guided her by her shoulder towards one of the doors and entered the other room.

It was a lounge of sorts, with fainting couches and chairs set up. A small bar with a masked bartender occupied one corner, but otherwise, all seats were arranged to face the center. In the center, lit by a central light, was a St. Andrew's Cross. It was stained so dark, it was nearly black, and ropes hung from the rings at each point.

One of the women Emily had seen kneeling in the ballroom was approaching the cross, as others took seats. She was dark haired, her rear and hips curvier than Emily, oozing a sensuality as she walked. Without an ounce of hesitation, she pulled the straps of her dress from her shoulders as she stood before the cross, and pushed the dress off her body and onto the floor. She was naked underneath, with tan skin tattooed with flowing flowers and snakes across her back. The man she had been kneeling against earlier joined her, and began to slowly take each arm, rubbing it erotically before tying her wrists to the cross one by one. Her breasts were pressed against the dark wood and her back exposed to whatever was to come.

The devil-masked Anthony moved to a seat and took it, not leaving her any room to sit. He looked up at her and said, "Fetch me a drink, red wine."

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With Sir guiding her by her shoulder, Emily followed the masses as they funneled out into a new room. At the center was the large cross and Emily curiously gazed up at it as soon as she stepped forward into the room. The cross was large and looked heavy. She looked around at the people taking seats. Some of them sat with a man or woman perched in their laps while others knelt beside some of the men and women in their seats poised like pets. A big group stood over at the bar, creating a small line for those who wished to indulge in alcohol while they enjoyed their show.

Sir quickly found a seat and looked up at Emily, demanding she fetch him a drink. She made a face of confusion under her mask. Her reaction was to scoff as she wasn't a maid or servant but her curiosity was enough to keep her quiet. She simply nodded her head, "Yes, sir," she replied quietly before moving away from him and heading up toward the bar as the man and woman in the center of the room began to ready themselves for whatever show they were about to put on for their honored guests.

Reaching the line, Emily crossed her arms over her chest and looked around. The room was big like the other room but there was definitely not enough seats for the amount of people who came into the room to watch the spectacle. She could feel eyes everywhere on her and it made her self conscious again. She glanced around to see not just one, but many men and women looked at her like she was their next supper. She didn't understand it but she was going to try and stick this out if it meant fulfilling her deepest desires.

When it came to her turn, she ordered the wine and the bartender handed it to her. Emily smiled sweetly and thanked him for the wine before taking it and turning back toward the crowd and moving about until she found Sir, talking to a guy beside him who looked almost important as her newly found Sir looked. He had a woman sitting at the other side of his chair, leaned against him with her head resting in his lap as she gazed out toward the people in front of them.

"Your drink." Emily said while standing beside him and handing the glass off to him. She gave him the same sweet smile that she gave the bartender and looked around. She wished she could sit as her feet burned in her heels as she wasn't someone who wore them often. "What are we going to watch?" She questioned further in hopes he would reveal to her now what she was going to see. Only because she was growing more and more curious and she didn't know whether she'd enjoy it or if she'd find it appalling but regardless, she was curious nonetheless.

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"Your drink, sir," he corrected her in his deep and commanding tone. He took the wine glass from her hand, and looked her up and down from behind his mask again. He admired the firm body beneath the thin dress, and noted the impression that her pierced nipple left on the fabric. It was quite clear from how she shifted her weight she was not used to heels---something she could do with training with, he noted.

"A demonstration of pain and pleasure is in the offering, and they always put on a good show," Anthony said, "Those who would rather participate than watch have already found their way to other rooms. But here is a good place to start you at, my curious kitten."

The gentleman who had tied the woman had shed his jacket and rolled up his sleeves. A leather bag appeared at some point while she was at the bar. He pulled a pair of long floggers, colored red and black, from the bag, and hooked them to holders on his belt. He walked up to the tattooed and tied woman, and began to caress her body. His hands rolled from her neck to her side and over her tattooed back. He left claw marks here and there from his nails as did so, and the woman began to undulate at his touch. His hands moved over her delicious round rear and even slipped between her legs. Emily could see the woman twitch at that.

Then the gentleman stepped away, and detached the floggers from his belt. He shook them out and tested their weight for a moment. Then he raised one and brought it down upon the tattooed woman's back. The slap of leather against flesh resounded through the room, along with an appreciative moan from the victim. Then the other flogger came up and did the same. Red marks were seared over the flowers on her back by the strikes, but her voice wasn't raised in protest but in pleasure as she cried out with the second strike. Then other, and another. Soon, the floggers moved across her back seamlessly as the gentleman twirled them in his hands. And with each other strike, the woman gyrated and moaned, the moans growing deeper and more primordial as the painful pleasure overtook her.

"She will do this for hours if we let her," Anthony said as he watched, sipping his wine, "It is her greatest release and pleasure, to be put on display and have this done to her. If she is particularly lucky, her sir will take her right here and now. Or perhaps offer her to others. Depends on his whim."

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The masked man correcting her sounded condescending and it took Emily aback. She had never been corrected like that since she was a child. She looked down at him, shocked that he so easily corrected her and wondered if it was all a part of the way they did things here in this place. She wasn't daft. If he was telling her to call him ''Sir'', that more than likely meant that he would be the one in charge. She had done some research on ''dominant and submissive'' couples in the bedroom and many had chosen names to be called and usually the dominant would choose a name along the lines of what he was expecting her to call him.

Standing beside the man sitting, Emily turned her attention to the man and woman at the center of the room as he spoke. She thought she understood what he was saying but she was a little confused until it clicked. She was the submissive. She gulped past the growing lump in her throat and with her fingers in front of her dress, she fidgeted silently beside him. She was beginning to grow nervous again. She chewed the inside of her bottom lip as the couple began their show and the lights around them dimmed while the center light grew a little brighter.

At first, watching the two at the center of the entire room's attention was beautiful. You could tell there was a connection unlike any other between them. You could tell that they had done this before. Many times before. It was almost like watching the most erotic of dances the way he moved around her and the way she responded so beautifully. He was skilled at what he was doing and she very much enjoyed the combination of pain and pleasure and that was easy to see. Even from afar, Emily noted everything he did, her eyes glued to the couple and suddenly unable to look away.

Taking a deep breath, she gasped when he began to lash at her body with the tool in his hands. First one, then the other. He repeated this again and again and Emily looked onward. She was somewhat petrified but also completely aroused at this scene that unfolded before her. She couldn't believe how strong the beautiful woman was and how easily she took the heat that burned across her flesh from the floggers. The man seemed to take such care in the places he struck, even quickly he was strategic in the placement of each blow. It was a harmony unlike one Emily had never seen before.

Sir was speaking again and Emily ripped her eyes away from the man and woman to look down at him. She watched as he paused to drink before continuing. Emily turned her head and watched as the man stopped fraying the woman and she breathed hard, catching her breath only for a second before the floggers were stroking her inner thighs. "D-Do you expect me to d-do this?" Emily asked, not taking her eyes off of them as she trembled slightly. It was both arousing and terrifying and Emily couldn't understand where the arousal in her panties was coming from.

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Anthony watched Emily tremble and gasp. A small smirk formed at the side of his mouth as he took her emotional cues and changes. Some neophytes to the society took immediately to this world, already knowing what they wanted. But this one was at war with herself. It was just a matter of having the right pressure in the right way, he was positive.

"I have no expectations for you at all, and I doubt you could do what she does. Not yet," he responded from behind his red devil mask, "The real question---do you want that? I could take you upstairs right now and do this to you, perhaps even better than he does. I could make your entire body into an instrument of pain and pleasure."

He reached out, placing his hand on her hip and turning her to look at him. He kept his strong hand there, easily maneuvering the much smaller woman.

"This is what this place is, and you came here for reason, little kitten," he said in with a dark tone, "So, are you going to experience what you obviously came here to experience, or are you just going to gawk? Do you want to feel what she feels, curious kitten, or are you just going to be a spectator while others live the life you came here to experience?"

He maneuvered her back to face the woman being flogged, awaiting an answer.

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Watching the couple at the center so intently, Emily couldn't move. Not willingly on her own at least. She was drawn to the man and woman and watched how beautifully they moved with one another. There was such tension between them and yet such care being taken on his part to soothe her and adorn her with admiration and general care for her. The way he stopped to stroke her burning flesh, the way he leaned in and kissed the back of her shoulder, stroked his fingers down her long black hair and pushed it over to one shoulder so he could kiss more of her flesh. It was as erotic as it was intimidating.

The man's words filled her ears and it made Emily turn her head to look at him at the same moment that he coaxed her legs to move, not by much, but enough that she wasn't locked into place either. She looked down into his eyes where he sat as he asked her his questions and spoke to her just loud enough for her to hear it before he turned her back to watch the man and woman again. His question burned her throat the way alcohol did. She took a deep breath and kept her eyes back on the man and woman as she mulled over his question. He was certainly right about one thing, she was there for one reason.

Taking another deep breath, Emily turned her head to look beside herself at him sitting in the chair and with the words she could manage to muster she said to him, "I want to experience what I've wanted for so long." Her words were soft but they felt heavy to her. She had denied herself this pleasure for so long now and here was her chance to finally experience what she had always yearned for. She wanted dearly to dull the ache between her thighs and the fire burning in her body that begged her to find a way to settle her need. This would be the only way unless she were to find a dom on the outside but this felt like she could find one and try them out almost to see which one she liked better. Or more so, for them to choose her over the other submissives.

Slowly, Emily stepped between Sir's legs and sat down so that the rounds of her ass were pressed tightly and firmly against his thigh. She draped her arm across the back of his shoulders and leaned in so that she could whisper in his ear, "I've never done anything like this before in my life. It's been my dream to learn the way of a submissive slave. I long to have someone train me and use me for their own sexual needs and desires. If you would allow me to follow you into a room to your liking, I will submit to you." Emily wasn't even sure if this was how it worked but it was worth a shot. If nothing came of any of this and she decided she didn't like it, then she would never again return.

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Anthony listened to that soft utterance, that admission that would be a first step in this place, that she wanted to experience what she was watching. He gazed up into her eyes as she replied. When she stepped between his legs, he opened them for her. He leaned back slightly as her ass pressed against the muscular thighs underneath his expensive trousers. As she leaned against him to whisper, his own arm slipped around her waist to steady her. His fingers traced over her hip beneath the tight black dress, and he tilted his head to listen. She was a small feminine figure against his tall broad-shouldered frame.

When she finished speaking, he reached up. He firmly grasped Emily's chin, and forced her to match his gaze. "Little kitten, you will follow me. And you will do as you are told, and we will see if you are to my liking. But you will do as you are told," Anthony replied. He gave her rear a light swat to signal her to stand, and he stood up. He easily loomed over her, though he stepped around her and began moving between the seats. He snapped his fingers over his shoulder, beckoning her to follow. Several of the audience watched them, including the woman with the bird mask.

Anthony took a side door that led to a hall that had a multitude of doors and stairs on both ends. He walked up one, never looking back to see if she was following. She either would follow as told, or not and lose the chance she now had. He went to the second story and walked down a few doors to a specific room. It was his room for the night, a luxury in this place that he paid well for. He opened it and stepped inside.

The bedroom was appointed in the fine fashion of the rest of the house. Except before the large bed, there was a polished wooden post supported by a cross of wood on the floor. From it hung chains and it was fitted with regular o-shaped rings down all its sides. On either side, fine red couches sat. In one corner, there was a wardrobe which hung open, and on its doors and within hung various implements. They included floggers like she had seen downstairs, along with a myriad of other implements of sensual pain or pleasure.

Finally, he turned to look at her. He took off his coat, and handed it over, gesturing with his head toward the coat rack next to the door. He proceeded to roll-up his sleeves, revealing well-toned arms.

"The rules are simple. You will do as you are told. You will be a servant to me and your body is mine while you are in this room. I will hurt you, but not break you. Do well, and I will use you for my further pleasure. It will not end unless you tell me to end it by uttering a single word---''unmask''. If you say that, this ends, and you leave this place." His voice was firm, crisply intelligent but absolutely assured. He watched her with those intense eyes waiting for her reply.

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The hold that the man had on Emily's chin made her tense slightly. It was abrupt but not harsh or painful. However, it did force her to look deeply into his eyes as he spoke. There was some trepidation in the young woman at his words but she didn't back away and she didn't try to leave. Instead, she let out a quiet hiss when his hand swatted at her pert rear end and stood up at his silent command. With the tall man looming over her petite frame, she looked up at him before following him obediently out of the room.

Emily followed him through the winding halls until they came to a door. Once inside, she looked around, observing the room and was a little intimidated by the decor. Specifically, the cross intimidated her. The bundle of nerves in her belly only raged as the door was shut behind her. The man removed his jacket and handed it to her. She looked at it in confusion for a moment before taking the jacket and placing it over the coat rack by the door before returning to the spot she had been standing in. She watched him roll up his sleeves to reveal his strong looking forearms. She felt the tingling between her thighs that turned into an ache. This man, even in the mask, she could tell was a handsome devil and it somehow made her feel even sexier that she would most likely find him attractive even without it.

His firm voice filled her ears as he finished rolling up his sleeves. Emily nodded her head to show him that she understood what the rules of being in this space with him entailed. The silence filled the air between them before Emily realized why there was silence. "Y-Yes, sir." She answered nervously. She wasn't sure what to do. He was clearly in control of the entire situation and she looked around the room for a moment before turning her attention back to him.

"Are we allowed to remove our masks?" Emily asked curiously while adjusting her mask on her face. It was a little tight for her liking and she would have preferred not doing anything like this in the mask but if the rules stated she must keep the mask on then she would oblige the rules as she understood these people were elite and apart of the upper epsilon of London's rich and famous and possibly from other countries. She figured it would be difficult if something serious happened to a politician or celebrity who's careers and money would be put in jeopardy if the guests like her knew exactly who they were playing with.

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"With my permission. And only in the privacy of this room. If you remove your mask elsewhere, you are banished," Anthony responded. He unbuttoned another couple of buttons from the top of his shirt, revealing a firm cut chest beneath. He walked over to the wardrobe, and began taking implements from within it. He hung a set of floggers from his belt, his back to her. And he took a coil of soft rope from within the wardrobe, before turning to face her.

He strode up to her, his fine shoes on the soft elegant carpet of the room. "You are allowed to ask. Ask well, and you will receive permission. Ask poorly, and you will be denied," he continued, "Now, we will begin with pain, and we will end pleasure. Take your dress off."

The voice was commanding and direct as he looked down at her. His broad hands idly gripped and twisted the soft black rope in his hands. He still wondered whether or not this woman would truly go through with this. The demand was simple, a beginning, but he was still unsure that she would truly go through with it. Whether she meant what she had whispered in his ear. Now was the first moment it would be put to the test.


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It was refreshing and excited to be met with such enthusiasm when he reminded her how strong the effect she had on him was. He wondered what it would be like if Zevani really pushed her seductiveness. She already had him ready whenever she liked, though. When she mentioned his generosity he blinked, not quite sure what to say.

Any thoughts of a reply were soon stripped from his mind when she assured him she wanted to be cared for in turn as her soft hand so softly yet sensually stroked him. Jax felt more instinctive than he ever had as he watched the view Zevani gave him when she turned, his cock throbbing far harder than it had before now that she was as good as presenting herself to him for the taking.

Although he could barely think clearly he certainly knew without a tiny shadow of a doubt that exactly like this was absolutely perfect. Jax let her rub up against him, throbbing for her in a display of the need she was making him experience so easily before he knew he couldn't take it any longer. Besides, Zevani encouraged him to be a little more confident. "No, this is perfect," Jax assured her firmly.

With that he brushed her hand away, guiding her to set them both on the shower wall before he placed one hand on her hip and the other around the base of his cock. It didn't take long before he was lining up the thick, aching head with Zevani's sex. Jax bit his lip and moaned behind her, beginning to thrust his hips slowly at first while he waited to feel that give before he could really push inside. "I've been wanting to do this since we woke up," Jax admitted shamelessly, admittedly aware that he would probably almost always be quietly wanting this any time he was around her alone. Hell, most of the time in public too.

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Jax urged her hand to the shower wall and she grinned at him, clearly pleased that he'd been a bit more confident in his answer this time. The grip on her hip made her rock back against him briefly, before she stilled so he could line himself up with her sex. He'd find that she was wet for him, perhaps a combination of her long dry spell and her natural inclination to enjoy sex whenever she could.

If she was being honest, however, it would also be because she found him quite attractive, as well as endearing. Zevani was finding it easier and easier to just be around him as a person, instead of thinking of him as her owner or master like the mages who'd possessed her amulet in the past. It was a refreshing change, certainly.

Shuddering as the thick head of his cock spread her, she couldn't help pressing back into him as he paused, eager to feel him inside of her. "Oh? Any time you'd like to start your day inside of me I'm very willing to oblige." Zevani purred at him, her fingers pressing into the shower wall as she felt him fill her gradually until his hips bumped up against the curve of her ass.

"Mm... I love the way you feel." The compliment was genuine, not flattery as she moved her hips minutely to grind her ass back into him. It made sure every bit of him was inside of her, and she could feel him stretching her sex around him.

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"I think we'll fuck every morning, then," Jax replied firmly, very happy with Zevani's offer. He certainly didn't intend to try to keep his hands off now that he knew she wanted that too and there was no better way to start a day than that. Soon he was moaning for her, biting his lip as he was reminded of how mind-blowing it felt to be fully inside Zevani.

It was incredible to know Zevani loved this as much as he did and he nodded, replying in turn. "I love it too. You're so tight and hot and wet. It makes it hard to think," Jax murmured, his cock throbbing as if to illustrate the point by stretching her just that little bit more. "I really mean it. Your body is perfect," He praised warmly.

With that, his hips started to thrust. It was slow at first, drawing back before pressing hard and burying his cock to the hilt inside her. Soon, though, lust had firmly taken over and Jax was in a steady but very firm rhythm. The shower was filled with the sounds of their bodies colliding over and over alongside the flow of the hot water and now Jax's loud, shameless moans.

"Bounce your hips back while I fuck you," He insisted, now at least a little more comfortable telling Zevani what he wanted even if the idea of giving instructions to a being like her was undeniably more than a little surreal. "Tell me how it feels," Jax urged, wanting to hear anything and everything going through her mind as his cock took her so relentlessly.

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Zevani let out a rather delighted laugh at his decision, sounding so firm she was sure he'd take her up on the offer she'd made. Well, good. She'd been without a good long while and he felt amazing, a little practice so he got more used to this and his stronger build and he'd be even better! "Ooh.." the Ifrit couldn't help a pleased moan as he praised her. "I'm glad you think so... I could change it if you ever wish something different..."

Truly she could be anything in appearance for him, but she liked this shape the best. Strong, shapely legs and a defined waist, her full breasts now starting to bounce with the growing speed of his thrusts. Zevani wouldn't have begrudge him sampling a different look from her, though, novelty was enjoyable, after all.

His instructions were followed quickly, one or two thrusts after he said it, her hips started to push back into his each time he drove forward. It cause him to hilt that much more firmly inside of her, and she gasped out in clear pleasure. "Oh yes... your cock feels amazing. Stretching me. Filling me. I definitely could do this every morning!"

Zevani's sounds of pleasure grew, unable to help herself. What did she care if he had neighbors that might hear, anyway? What would they possibly do that might be a problem for her? "Stars above..." the oath was whimpered out, before she started to push back harder. "Fuck me, Jax, I want it! Make me cum for you!" She had no doubt he could, since he had the previous day, and he had a newfound physical endurance. But look at this, she wondered, the mighty, powerful Ifirit begging a human to fuck her senseless! It was an entirely impossible situation for them both.

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Despite her beauty, the idea of different shapes was admittedly intriguing. Jax decided to continue with his policy of honesty as he nodded. "Perhaps sometimes but I know I'll always go back to wanting this," He firmly replied, adoring the same form that Zevani fortunately did.

Though Jax hardly thought of himself as a dominant person he loved it when Zevani followed his command. His cock throbbed a little for her, swelling as they worked in unison to make sure she was as well-fucked as she possibly could be. At least that was what he wanted. There was no doubt at all that he wanted this at least every morning too. "You'll get it any time you need it," Jax promised. "Just show me this ass and I'll stretch you out and fill you up," He continued, growing more and more comfortable and confident.

Alongside her Jax's moans grew louder, his thrusting more wild and instinctive as he listened to her pleading to cum on his cock. It was a surreal but welcome situation and he gave her just what she was screaming for. His strong hips kept going, thighs tensing as he took the Ifrit deep and hard. "Cum for me Zevani, now, cum all over my cock before I fill you up," He demanded, his own tone much more aggressive now as she continued to wake up a side of him he never knew about.

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Zevani was pleasantly surprised she'd teased this side out of him, even though she enjoyed giving him commands herself. It was normal for her to be the more aggressive one, part of the fiery nature of her kind, perhaps---or maybe it was just her nature, personally.

This was a lovely change, exciting and new for them both, she was guessing. "Oh, I will... whenever I get needy you will be the first to know." Jax might get tired of her never-ending energy, or he would, if she didn't have the ability to give him the same. And she wasn't above using her magic to give him that edge needed if she thought he wouldn't mind.

"Yes, yes... I want to feel you fill me!" Zevani whimpered it out, her fingers clutching at the wall as his words and the commanding tone pushed her forward, her body already starting to tremble. "Fuck me..." The last words were gasped out before her climax washed over her, her ass pushing back more erratically into his hips as she struggled to keep the movements fluid. The cries and moans she let out where loud and completely lacking any shame or self consciousness, just reveling in the way he felt driving into her over and over.

"Oh! Please... Jax... cum in me!" The Ifrit finally managed words between her groans, seemingly desperate to feel his cock jerk and swell inside of her.

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Jax fully intended to see to every single need that Zevani experienced if he possibly could and, from what he had seen, Zevani would be able to give him the tools to see to any desire she might feel. His strong hips thrust harder, inspired by the images of how many times they would be together over their long lives and knowing he would never, ever tire of this.

Her pleading almost made him cum early, his cock twitching for her as he did as she said, pumping his cock to the hilt inside her over and over again through her climax as he reveled in and shared her loud, intense moaning. The feeling of her cumming so hard around him made it hard to stay standing but soon her next set of words sent him over the edge too.

Zevani barely got the chance to finish pleading for Jax to cum when he did, his heavy sac tightening up before his whole body shivered, tensing hard as he buried his cock and growled low. Jax had never felt anything like it. Perhaps it was her lingering magic that had built up his need for release more since yesterday. When he tipped over he felt like his mind blanked, his cock erupting and soaking her with his thick, hot cum in rope after messy rope. Jax had no idea how long it lasted but by the end, his cock, and her insides, were soaked. "Fuck, fuck, fuuuck," Jax moaned, blinking and steadying himself by clenching his hands on her hips.

Still his cock gently pulsed, dripping more cum deep into Zevani as he took heavy, shuddering breaths. "I think I nearly passed out," He laughed, half-chuckling as he still tried to find a way to come back down just a little. It was clear from his tone that he was not begrudging that overwhelming pleasure she brought him.

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There was something to be said for humans, especially one like Jax, the Ifrit thought. He didn't take her appearance or her desire for granted, for a start. She'd had quite a few partners in her life simply due to the length of it, and some had been others like herself. But this was far better, somehow the humanity of him just made it more enjoyable. Maybe she was, after all her time being used for her powers, for what she could obtain for mages that controlled her, she was simply glad someone wanted her physically instead.

It was an odd thought, she wasn't one to consider herself overly sentimental, but it was very nice to have someone look at her like Jax did. All of that was overshadowed just then by the blinding pleasure as her climax rocked through her. She pleaded with him not to stop, to fill her up. He did not disappoint.

The way his cock jerked and twitched in her before he let out that guttural sound and spilt inside of her made her moan just as loudly as the physical pleasure. It was deeply satisfying to hear, just like his repeated oaths. "Yes! Yesss..." Zevani pressed her ass back into him, grinding into him and keeping him as deep inside her as possible when he came.

When he did finally recover enough to speak, she was still panting but smiling, resting her forehead on the cool shower wall. "I won't let you hit your head." Was all she said in regards to that, with a soft laugh. "I don't think I've made someone pass out from that particular reason before." She sounded rather pleased, smug even. "That was magnificent." The purr in her voice was pure praise for him, as she finally looked back over her shoulder to him.

"Now... I suppose we have to wash again." There was a rather sheepish cant to her grin. Oh, she didn't mind at all, but it was rather funny they'd done things backwards. "When you can bear to pull out of me, that is." It was somewhat a tease, but also, she enjoyed having him inside of her.

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Zevani gave Jax everything he needed in those moments. He filled her while she moaned and some instinctive part of him felt deeply satisfied by doing so. She had already effortlessly awakened so much in him that he had to quietly wonder what more she could draw out. Was she simply re-learning the basics for now? With a life as long as hers he had to imagine she had experimented a lot. Perhaps if she showed him it all at once she really would knock him out.

"I'm okay," Jax assured her, laughing a little and then smiling. He was all too happy to hear her confident tone. She more than loved up to it. "Maybe next time we're in bed. Perhaps tonight?" It was as much a question as it was a very eager suggestion. "I'd like to see what it would be like to be that overwhelmed," Jax requested, curious to see what she was capable of. Still, it seemed she was very satisfied with him too as he blushed behind her. "Thank you," He accepted gratefully.

"We do," Jax agreed, gritting his teeth at her words. It really was hard to pull out of her. There was a real urge to just stay like this indefinitely or, more likely, to fuck Zevani again on the spot. Still, he wanted to experience more than just sex with her. Jax pulled out slow, clenching his fists at her hips a little in a way that hinted at how much he was fighting not to thrust back inside. Eventually, with a slow exhale, he found his focus.

Washing again he tried to be less teasing, cleaning himself and helping Zevani before giving her a brief, warm hug and leaving the shower with her. Towelling off didn't take him too long before he paused. "I don't have any women's clothes. I'm guessing you can create some for yourself?" He suggested, wondering what she would opt for.

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Zevani chuckled at how eagerly he suggested she try to make him pass out, and she looked a bit sly at the idea of it. "Oh, I think perhaps that might be a fun challenge..." Of course she could just use her magic to make sure he didn't, but if he was curious to try, then so was she. There wasn't a great deal in the bedroom she'd not done before---at least with the basics. So having someone pass out from how much pleasure she gave them? It was a rather enticing idea for her.

As he finally worked up the drive to pull from her, she shivered, both at feeling him slip free and the way his see oozed from her stretched slit in the moment after. "Ah, that's difficult, hm?" It was mostly teasing, but honestly she was somewhat insatiable at the moment, and could easily have gone again without much prompting from him.

Likely he would want to do more than just stay locked away having sex with her, though, especially since he had just come into having an Ifrit who could give him more or less, the world. With as businesslike a manner as she could manage, she washed up again quickly and then took a towel as she stepped out of the shower, her hair starting to dry quickly when she wasn't actively in water. It seemed she simply ran warmer than a human, something he'd have noticed already.

"Hm." Zevani sounded thoughtful as he said he had no women's clothing, and she walked around the place, looking for some sort of inspiration. She was completely unconcerned with her nudity, confident that he enjoyed looking at her. Artwork, perhaps? There was a book on a table, a magazine of some sort. Her fingers brushed over the glossy material of it, making another thoughtful sound at that. "This, is this a good representation of something I should wear?" Holding it up, there was an evening gown on the cover, some actress or another at an event. "Show me something that I can copy, and I can make it. This looks far different than what I would have worn, before."

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Just like Zevani, he was quite shameless in his nudity. Normally it might have been different but her own boldness inspired him, in a way, and so he stood casually by her as she flicked through the magazine. Unfortunately, the gown she had settled on was one that promised to turn heads in public, and for the moment that didn't seem like an overly good idea.

"It is definitely different but I think that would stand out too much day-to-day," Jax replied, finding his phone and quickly unlocking it before searching for 'Casual Women's Clothes'. Mercifully it turned up a sea of results that were varied but largely much more fitting than the gown was. He made a mental note that he would enjoy seeing Zevani dressed more elegantly but now was not the time.

Jax offered her his phone with the images on the screen. "Here, any of these should work great," He suggested, wanting to give her an array of options. For his own part, he slipped on a pair of comfortable navy blue boxer shorts before plain black socks, then putting on jeans that felt distinctly more snug but not too tight now that he was more muscular than he had been yesterday.

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The phone he handed her made her let out a curious sound, and she turned it over in her hands, then touched the screen as he had. The images changed, and arched both fiery brows. "What is this? It's... it certainly looks like magic. Is it more like the lights?" More science, she meant. It was difficult for her to focus on the clothing as she was clearly entranced by the phone itself, until she spotted something she might like to wear.

"The clothing of your time is much more revealing than what I am used to, at least, day to day. I quite like it." Zevani glanced up at him, the jeans he put on looking similar to something she'd saw on the screen of the phone. Soon enough, jeans appeared on her, wrapping her hips and ass so snugly that they almost looked painted on. A pair of sandals appeared on her feet. Soon after she added one of the shirts she had seen, though it was quite obvious to him there was nothing underneath. The images hadn't shown a bra, and so she was lacking one, nipples peeking through the dark green, short sleeved top that was mercifully a bit looser than the jeans.

"Is this acceptable?" She asked, even as she touched the screen again and accidentally hit a button on the side. The screen went dark, and she made a face. "I think I may have broken it, I'm sorry." The Ifrit actually looked sheepish, as she offered the phone back to him, cupped in both hands.

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Again Jax had forgotten to consider how alien something so normal as a phone would appear to Zevani. It was so normal to him that he smiled and nodded at her question. "Yes, just like that," He answered, not able to even begin trying to explain the nature of the phone to someone who had absolutely no frame of reference for modern technology.

Again her shamelessness was enjoying, making Jax smile and nod in agreement. "I'm sure it will suit you," He enthused, eager to see her in just about anything. The jeans she chose really were tight-fitting and made him blink, impressed, before he briefly found himself distracted in a new way by the view straight through the thin fabric of her shirt. Jax bit his lip, musing on how to broach the topic of modern modesty with her.

"Almost," He began, then taking the phone and shaking his head. "No, it's fine," Jax assured her, briefly pressing the same button to show her that the screen lit back up just fine. Taking a moment he began to dress himself further, buttoning up a now slightly closer-fitting but still suitable shirt as he gave her another look over. "You'll need something under that shirt. To cover your breasts. Like a bra?" He suggested, not sure if she would fully understand but imagining they had to have some kind of equivalent when she was last walking the earth. In case they didn't, though, Jax quickly showed her his phone again, this time having simply searched the word 'bra'.

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Zevani had no real need for modesty, because of her nature, and because she had so rarely been in a public setting. Any time she had been, she was disguised as a human in whatever garb was normal for that day and age. This time period had much tighter fitting clothing, she noted. Though it often covered plenty, the snug cut of the jeans and shirt made her general figure obvious.

When he took the phone and explained she'd need something underneath it, covering her breasts, she looked mildly confused. Bras were not a thing, binding? Sometimes. But not for the average woman, usually. The bras he showed her varied greatly in colors and styles, but some of them were quite pretty, and she picked something lacy soon after he showed her. Since it was beneath the shirt, he couldn't see what she'd chosen, but it covered and masked her nipples well enough through the shirt, so she at least wouldn't be as distracting as they left the apartment.

"There... is this acceptable?" She turned for him, showing off the outfit. Her hair was still very long, and loose, though perhaps that would be solved by a simple braid. In any case, other than the many gold bangles she wore, her outfit looked quite normal. "You look quite nice, dressed." Zevani gave him a little smile, hands resting on her hips as she looked him up and down. "I think I like these new fashions." Then she squirmed a bit, one hand moving to tug at a bra strap. "Though these ''bras'' are a bit... cumbersome."

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Again he could see the confusion, letting it pass as she mercifully seemed adept at picking up on these new things very swiftly. With a nod he confirmed that this was acceptable. More than, really. She made even plain clothes look gorgeous and he found himself staring at her hips in particular. "You look stunning," He complimented, honestly, then nodding in some attempt at commiseration. Unfortunately he could not relate to the pains of wearing a bra.

With them both dressed Jax led the way to the front door, not taking long at all in his relatively small apartment as he slipped on a pair of dark sneakers. They had struck the same issue again and so this time just about instinctively he slid out his phone again, searching for 'Casual women's shoes' and showing Zevani to try to give her a few ideas of what might be considered normal these days.

While she made her choice he kept glancing to the door, wondering what this was going to be like. He had no idea what the plan was, if there was one at all. "Ready?" He checked, doubting it was in her nature to be nervous he had to wonder what it was that she might have been feeling in that moment.

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The sandals she had worn were very old fashioned looking, and he showed her pictures of more acceptable footwear for the time period. She chose something that looked similar to his own, and then blinked as she looked down at the odd sneakers on her feet. They were so lightweight, even though they looked like they should be heavier. "Oh, these are so odd!" She stepped around the entryway a moment, as if to try and get used to them, then realized she was keeping Jax waiting.

"Ah, sorry. I will try not to appear too out of place. If anyone asks, I will simply state I am not a local." With the rich tones of her voice and her appearance, it honestly wouldn't be hard for anyone to believe. "Lead the way. I am ready!" The smile she flashed him was bright, confident. If she didn't feel it, she faked it exceptionally well. She was in fact just excited, not nervous, but she also didn't want to cause any complications for Jax himself.

When they left the apartment, they were still inside a building, which confused her briefly but she simply followed him. Perhaps this was normal, homes within larger buildings? It reminded her of a palace and the way it might have various wings dedicated to different nobility and their families. Except the apartment was far smaller than something like that would be. "Jax, is this a normal type of home? Does everyone live in this sort of place?" The Ifrit stayed close to him, walking at his elbow as her brilliant green eyes darted around, taking in as much as she could.


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Azhuila was slowly loosing her mind in an ocean of pleasure as Razzan kept rutting into her with all his might, his ridged shaft grinding, pulling and rubbing against her many sensitive folds lining her passage and sending endless waves of pleasure throughout her body.

Every time she felt Razzan's knot slam into her moist petals, she noticed it was growing bigger and bigger with every thrust. The desire to finally feel that knot breach her soft walls and force its way inside was growing equally so. When he adjusted his grip on her, Azhuila instinctively knew her dark scaled lover was preparing for the final. Bracing herself and tightening the grip of her tail around his own, Azhuila tried to hold herself as the larger male began to speed up even faster. The walls of her passage tightened even closer around Razzan's slick, ribbed organ creating suction effect, milking his dragonhood and coaxing him into final release.

Gasping loud, Azhuila let out a loud cry of pleasure as with one final push, Razzan slammed his cock all the way in, forcing the swollen knot past her petals and locking tight in her passage. This sudden stretching of her cunt was the final trigger to reach her climax, sending massive jolts of pleasure through her entire body as she threw her head back in a loud cry of ecstasy. The rest of her body seemed numb while her inner walls constricting around his ridged shaft and knot, creating a tight seal between them. Even with his knot inside of her, Razzan kept rutting his hips until she heard him grunt right before feeling the burning hot cock pulse and expand inside of her against her tightened walls before unloading his hot cream, flooding her passage as burst after burst shot into her core, filling her up with his semen.

With his strength fading, Azhuila felt the weight of his body resting on top of her, pinning her underneath him. Feeling his enormous body on top of her was a little intimidating, but somehow comforting and safe at the same time.

Down below, she could still feel his shaft twitch in aftershock, undoubtedly oozing more cum into her full belly. Letting out a low hum, almost like a purr, Azhuila was content just lying there, enjoying the warmth of her as of yet nameless consort on top and inside of her. Since this was her first time, Azhuila wasn't sure how things would go from here.

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Eventually Razzan's orgasm faded to leave a pleasantly empty feeling in his loins. The last of the warm cum was oozing out of his shaft into the Azhuila's tight passage. His member remained hard and hilted within her. Whenever he tried to roll his hips back he found himself stuck. The knot had swollen large enough to lock his dragonhood in her tight, gripping sex. Nothing was leaking out of her, it was like his knot had stopped up her canal preventing anything from escaping.

His panting eventually softened and faded. He looked down at the female below him a little more closely. The intense lust that had flooded his mind upon originally seeing her was gone and he felt an surprising clarity wash over him.

He pushed himself off of her as best he could, grunting as his movement was restricted by their intertwined bodies. "Blasted cock" he grumbled as he tried to shift and maneuver about. "Here, lift..." he tried to rotation around her. "Lift your hind leg... right, like this" he muttered as their uncomfortable movements kept working and wiggling his cock within her. The small movements causing him to shiver and little globs of seed spurt into her randomly. But what he was trying to do was rotate around so that they could face each other.

It took both of them working together to finally adjust their bodies so they were facing one another. Razzan then rolled onto his back. This gave her plenty of room to rest against his chest if she wanted to. With the way his hips were arched she could almost sit up if she preferred. But their groins were still rather firmly locked together and through the process their body's had uncoiled. His wings and tail stretched out on the soft grass below.

Once Razzan was finally comfortably on his back he gave her a more careful look with his golden eyes. "Wait... you aren't from the mountain. Who are you?" he asked with a hint of suspicion. A claw reached up to touch the feathers at the side of her head gently. "You look different than my clanmates" he added. Then, the fin on the back of his skull perked up. "Oh, how rude, My name is Razzan." he added with a coy little smirk to go with his gruff and growling voice. "I suppose... we will be stuck for a while." he glanced down between then, still very much away of that thick knot gripped tightly by her nether lips.

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Still catching her breath resting on the cool grass while still being pinned down by her lover's body, Azhuila's heartbeat was steadily slowling down to her regular rhythm. Every so often, Azhuila let out a couple of low winded moans and huffs each time Razzan tried to move his hips back which in turn put tension on his massive knot lodged tightly inside her passage.

Since it had been her first time, Azhuila's sex and silky smooth folds of her passage were still very sensitive from the first penetration and the loss of her virginity. This along with her lack of experience to know how to handle herself made her body react to even the slightest movement made by Razzan's cock. This of course only became worse the moment Razzan decided to move of her trying to find a more comfortable position for them to rest together. So in order for them to face each other, Azhuila in essence had to rotate herself 180° around on top of his shaft.

From afar, their little acrobatic act might appear almost comical, but for Azhuila and possible Razzan as well, it was quite the enduring undertaking. With every inch of rotation, Razzan's ridged shaft and swollen knot dragged across the silky walls of her sex tightly clench around them, creating friction that send new waves of pleasure across Azhuila's entire body. "Ahhh... ahh... hu... hurry..." she cried in bliss as the curve of his shaft caused the pointy tip to prod and stir around her inner folds as it rotated around her cum filled passage.

Eventually, they managed to pull it off and now find themselves face to face. Razzan had rolled on his back and Azhuila followed suit. Exhausted the young dragoness lay herself to rest on top of the broad, golden scales adorning his chest and belly. Her eyes were locked with his.

Azhuila couldn't help but let out an amused laugh in reaction to the black dragon's surprise. "Ha... couldn't tell before you jumped me from behind huh?" she stated coyly as she reached out and brought their faces closer together. "I mean our colors don't really match... although I guess they compliment each other nicely" she continued before giving off a soft purr as his claw gently traced along the feathers of her crest. Her snout moved even closer to his as she softly continued "Razzan... nice to meet you... I'm called Azhuila" she whispered softly before pressing her nose and lips against his for a kiss.

It was quite delicate and intimate as their lips met. She could sense his heartbeat from resting on his chest while feeling every twitch and throb his dragonhood was making.

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Razzan was pleased once they had settled into a more comfortable position. He was able to stretch and spread out and he felt less stuck that before. Even though that was not entirely true, his cock was locked into her tight sex, it wasn't as apparent with her resting on top of him.

A small guttural purr escaped him when she lowered to rest against his belly and chest, bringing her muzzle closer to his. It felt very intimate for someone he just met, but given their position the closeness felt appropriate. As she moved her muzzle to press their noses together and kiss he tilted his own muzzle to match hers. He had never really done anything like this before, but pressing his scaled lips against hers, his maw opened so that his forked tongue could roll out to explore her mouth and those sharp teeth that lurked beyond.

The one claw at the back of her head tightened its grip, holding her in the embrace, as his talons laced gently though the feathers at her crest. As their mouths mingled, he could feel his cock flexing within her, as if the intimate act was causing those sparks of arousal to shoot though him once more. Not that he could really do anything about it with that thick bulb lodging him in place.

After a moment of kissing the embrace broken so that he could break softly. He laughed softly up at her as his tail reached out to find hers and coil around it once more. "I suppose I wasn't paying much attention to your colors before mounting you. I... had other desires on my mind. I suppose you did too, mm?" he moved his snout forward to nudge against her nose.

His nostrils flared a moment, taking in her scent and the heavy scent of climax and arousal around the clearing. "They'll smell us for miles---not that any of my clan would be around this area" he murmured softly, more of a joke than anything. "Do..." a brow arched at her. "Do you know how long we're supposed to be stuck like this?" As he had never mated with anyone before he didn't really know. He had seen dragons coupling and seen them locked together but never really thought to ask or time them.

His other talon moved to casually caress over the side of her flank as he bore her weight. His breath was becoming heavier once again as their bodies rested together, the rise of his chest pressing into hers.

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During the kiss, Azhuila was a little startled at first when she felt Razzan's forked tongue venture forth into her mouth but she quickly recovered and greeted it with her own. After a while she even returned it in kind and pushed her own tongue forth inside of his mouth to explore. Even tilting her head slightly so their elongated snouts could interlock even better.

Having his claw behind her head holding her in place made it even more enticing somehow and Azhuila could feel the embers in her heart and sex rekindle with new desires. The dark scaled male seemed to agree as she could feel his cock flex inside of her, telling her that he was also enjoying this calmer form of intimacy. Eventually he let go of her head and their lips parted ways. Azhuila craned up her head and neck so she could have a better look at Razzan laying below studying his features as the male explained his urges.

"Hmmm... for me it was my first time... experiencing heat. The matron told me it meant I was ready to mate and set on my maiden flight, by which my suitors might give chase and the best one the right to be my mate." she explained in kind as to the reason he found her like the way he did. "I guess I was too eager and flew to far South leaving my suitors behind and for you to find me"

"I guess your tribe has the same sort of ritual and you just stumbled upon me instead... or you were just a horny bull that was at the right place at the right time", she continued adding the last bit with a rather coy look as she tried to read his expressions for the truth. "Well my bull now", she added gingerly before happily accepting the nudge of his snout.

Upon his remark, she took in a deep wiff of air herself and could only concur that their scent was indeed quite strong. Not that she minded cause part of it was His scent and she couldn't get enough of it. When he mentioned the knot, she was reminded and focused back to Razzan's swollen dragonhood lodged firmly inside of her sex. "Hmmm... I believe my older sister Ashari once mentioned it almost took her and her mate a day before getting loose, though she said it goes easier once our bodies get more attuned to one another" she said pondering "So I guess we're stuck like this for quite a bit" she continued a bit more frivolous.

After that she leaned into him once more to claim another kiss. Azhuila kept planting licks and kisses until she noticed Razzan's heavier breathing. To make him more comfortable, she adjusted herself on top of him, sitting more upright so most of her weight rested on his pelvis and crotch, while leaving his chest and belly less encumbered. Adjusting herself like this caused the angle of his shaft to alter, causing it to shift and grind against her folds in a different way and sending pleasure through her body in turn."Ahhh... hmmm...", she purred while glancing down at the male underneath.

Feeling his cock shifting inside reminded Azhuila of something else her sister had told her, something that would make the time locked together more enjoyable. Following her sister's wisdom, Azhuila in her new position very slowly began to move her hips back ad forth. "Can you feel that", she asked while her breathing became a bit heavier as she continued to very slowly roll her hips around. Though still knotted tightly together, Azhuila was able to shift an inch or two around, causing Razzan's stiff organ to wiggle around inside and making the ridges adorning the shaft to pull and scrape along her silky smooth walls.

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As she craned up Razzan's claws found their way to her chest, just simply touching and caressing over the scales there in an intimate fashion. He listened as she spoke and offered a soft laugh and a shrug. "I'm afraid I just stumbled upon you, as you said. I was out hunting game for my clan when I caught your scent. Either that was enough to trigger my maturity or a coincidence because before today my dragonhood wouldn't emerge." It was a little odd to talk about his maturity in front of a dragon he had just met, but considering he was currently lodged inside of her it didn't seem entirely inappropriate.

He did offer a little smirk and the fin of his head lifted when she referred to him as ''her bull''. Then her words hit his ears about being locked together. "A day?!" he exclaimed. The pairs in his clan didn't really discuss their courtship, they were simply gone for a while and then returned all lovey dovey. His clan, on the other hand, was expecting him to return with food. What would happen if he didn't. Would they come for him? He glanced to the side in concern but was drawn back to her by the kiss and the distraction of the female on top of him drove away any concerns about his clan.

As she licked and kissed at his long neck he chuckled softly, but the movement at his belly caused a chuckle to turn into a moan as he arched his hips eagerly against hers. "It..." he panted out. "It still feels good..." he murmured out. As Azhuila started moving her hips back and forth he could feel his cock working back and forth inside of her and the knot shifting against those nether lips, an occasionally tugging that caused his back to arch against the ground. "Yes..." he answered her with a soft breath.

The rounded tip of his cock worked and wiggled at her depths as her inner walls tugged and pulled at the flared out ridges on the underside. It was like her body was tugging against him and the warmth of her juices and his hot seed sloshed around his cock as her tight, silky flesh gripped him. He panted out softly. "Keep doing that" he added as his own hips tried to roll up against hers, grinding the smaller scales of his belly and groin against hers. There was a slit that was opened in his scales just below the bulb and when that rubbed against her body it caused sparks of pleasure to lance up his spine.

His head rolled into the grass as he tried to arch into her firmly as his tail coiled tightly around hers once more. "I wonder..." he panted out looking up at her with lust in his golden eyes. "If I can fill you more like this." His rear legs extended out, trying to widen and give her as much room to move as he could while his body curled and his front claws gripped at her hips. His wings flared out and fluttered and whatever conversation they were having before seemed distant compared to the feeling of his rigid cock working around inside of her.

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Azhuila looked down at Razzan with an expression of love and desire. When he exclaimed he was enjoying her movements, her eyes sparkled even further and her feathery crest flared out. "Glad to hear it... ahhh... ahhh" she panted out in short, hot breaths. Knowing he was enjoying it gave Azhuila that much more drive to continue her efforts.

With his hard bulb in place, it had pushed out and exposed her swollen clit from its hood between her netherlips. Grinding herself back and forth caused the swollen cherry to hit and flick against the scales right above Razzan's cock-slit. Each flick send a sharp spike of pleasure through her body and gripping his cock all the more tightly with her sex. At the same time, Azhuila noted Razzan reacted the strongest when her nether lips rubbed against the scales surrounding the base of his cock. Thus she adjusted her movements to maximize the contact between them.

Even though his knot prevented any cum or fluid from spilling, her swollen netherlips tightly locked around the bulb were still able to produce and ooze some of their nectar out and spilling between their tightly locked bodies. As they rubbed together, her cunt juices smeared out between them and acted as a lubricant, making the act that more enjoyable.

Once Razzan adjusted himself, gripping her hips with his claws and began to rock his hips in turn, Azhuila adjusted herself in kind, sitting up even straighter while flaring out her wings for support. The slow build up of pleasure was slowly driving her crazy with renewed lust. While their first bout had been quite short and explosive, Azhuila had lost any sense of time and for all she knew, they had been at it for hours as they slowly worked their way to a shared release.

By the time she was close, her mind was drunk on heat and lust. Her muscles were sore and but her hips kept rolling anyway on their own. The only words racing through her mind were Razzan's pondering if he could fill her up more like this. He might have said it hours ago, but now her mind brought it back up as she was eager for release. "Ahhh... yess... fill me up more... ahhh" she cried out, her orgasm dangling at the edge in front of her waiting to trigger until the explosive release of her mate.

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As their bodies took controlled his own hips rolled and ground against hers. His actions became more feverishly needed as time went on, his legs kicking out as a familiar needed a pressure began to build deep within his belly. The juices that ran from her nether lips sent up the most alluring aroma and as it wafted into his nostrils, he felt lust consume his mind once more.

Growling grunts and moans escaped him as his eyes began to fluttered. He couldn't really coil around her from his position so instead his back arched into the ground, his head pressing into the soft soil underneath. His tail whipped about, taking hers with it as they remained tightly coiled. His wings fluttered and jerked, stretching and reaching out. Whimpering pleading noises joined in with his moans as he could feel her tight inner walls jerking and tugging against his rock hard flesh as their bodies rocked and ground against each other.

"I..." he huffed out as smoke coiled around him, a pressure surging deep in his core as his muscles began to tense. After a few more moments of their bodies rocking desperately against each other, still locked in place by the knot, he couldn't take anymore. His teeth grit until ultimately he found another release.

His body spasmed and jerked under her as his maw opened in a roar. His hips bucked and arched into her as much as he could manage as his cock jerked and spasmed within her warm hugging walls. A flood off hot seed burst from the tip as the knot seemed to swell again and the ridges on the underside hardened and extended outwards, locking his cock in place. Jet after jet pumped into her each time something deep in his core flexed, filling her depths. As he rode out his orgasm his body shuddered and quaked under her, his eyes rolling back into his skull as pleasure consumed him.

After the heavy spasms came smaller quakes as the intensity of the eruptions slowed to a trickle. He panted heavily as his heart raced, his body still twitching here and there before his tense muscles relaxed and he flopped to the soft grass once more. He could feel the warm juices flooding around her inner canal, the gooey warmth around his shaft which still refused to lose its hardness.

He panted heavily looking up at her. "I... I suppose if we're stuck like this I... I think I'm fine with that." His mind cleared slightly as the haze of his climax diminished. "Although I suppose at some point we'll become thirsty or hungry."

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Azhuila's muscles were burning and felt sore from the long, hard grind. Finally feeling Razzan's cock expand and explode his second load inside of her was enough to push Azhuila over the edge a well. As new shots erupted out and began to mix with the old, her smooth passage spasmed intensely around the hard, ridged shaft and stimulating it to push out more.

The build up to this second climax had cost so much more effort that its release felt that much more potent then the first. Completely overtaken by this second wave of pleasure, Azhuila's body gave out and collapsed on top of her dark scaled mate while Razzan's hips kept bucking underneath her. Lying slack on top of her mate, Azhuila leaned in to nuzzle her nose against Razzan's before pressing her lips against his. Kissing him felt that more intimate while at the same time having her sex being filled as Razzan kept pumping more and more of his seed inside of her.

"Tha~hhh... that was intense", she panted between kisses while the last of his seed sputtered out of his shaft and Razzan collapsed in turn falling back on the cool grass. Azhuila extended a paw and ran it over Razzan's fin-like crest while he panted for breath before showering the male with more licks and kisses. She reveled in joy hearing how he enjoyed being united with her. "Well I'm mostly hungry and thirsting for you right now", she replied coyly with a lovedrunk expression in her eyes as she gave him a playful nip on the chin before resuming her need to feel out his tongue with her own.

Even after two immense orgasms, his hard erection was still rock solid and Azhuila wondered if Razzan was able to give her more. So once the black male caught his breath, she broke the kiss and asked "So... you... ahhh... wanna go ahhh... again?", she inquired teasingly while playfully rubbing her crotch once more.

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As Azhuila rest against his chest he lay there panting heavily until his body calmed down. As she offered kisses, he returned them eagerly and willingly, his wings coming to curl around her in a protective embrace. His arms held her against him as his cock remained firmly lodged within her nethers. He expected fatigue to rush in, but as his body began to calm and her tight canal continued to hug warmly against his shaft, he felt that desire returning. As if there was more hidden pressure within his loins that needed release.

"It was" he breathed out as she licked and nipped over his neck he practically purred in a guttural fashion. He had no concern her being this close or her jaws being so near to his neck. For whatever reason, even though he had just met this female, he trusted her. There was something about the act of their coupling that pushed away any inherent threat he would normally feel being around a dragon from another clan.

Each kiss she initiated brought them closer together, their scales caressing over each other causing a soft scrapping sound to drift around the small clearing. When she asked if he wanted to go again, he paused for a moment and then laughed. The grinding of their groins against each other caused his member to flex involuntarily within her. "I very much do" he growled out playfully. "But I'm sure your tired" he added. And with that his wings unfurled from around her and lowered to the ground. One tucked to the side as the other pushed hard against the other side. Along with a movement of his shoulder and arms he pushed and rolled them to the side. He quickly rolled her onto her back and then followed suit to find himself on top of her, still facing her. "This should give you a break." he added as he pressed himself up and looked down at her. His legs found themselves on the ground once more to keep his weight off her.

With his hind legs digging into the earth below he was able to easily grind his lower body against her, working his hips in slow circles as he worked his cock within her in a similar pattern. His wings domed around her once more, as if blocking the world from seeing what they were doing, but more from a protective standpoint. "How..." he panted out. "How does this feel?" he asked as he pushed his hips against her.

Their bodies were stick tightly locked together, but there was a bit of room for him to push and grind against her, working his shaft deeper and back as much as the knot would allow, but mostly trying to guide his shaft to caress and rub over her inner walls at different angles. His tail sought out hers once more to coil around as he looked down to watch the expressions on her face with his golden eyes.