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It was overwhelming. The feeling of her master's strong arms, embracing the young bunny with so much care and gentleness. Every breath she took filling her lungs with more and more of his masculine scent. Bonnie didn't notice the way she leaned into his touch, her fluffy tail quivering as the instincts told her to present. To show the hybrid's mate how ready she was... how much she desired for Mr. Oakes to take her. Breed her. Bonnie whimpered, feeling her body's intense reaction to those simple words. Would he do so if she asked?

Master's whispered words, so close to her sensitive white ears sent a new wave of heat through her trembling form. She loved his praise. Her next words sounded shy, awe and disbelief in her voice as she replied, "I'm your... favorite?" Her hands, so small compared to his, moved up from the waist to his neck. Every motion tender, soft like the sweet bunny. Bonnie's body pressed against the older man. Her petite but curvy figure looked even more fragile compared to the strong male. _He'll take care of me, protect me during the heat._ Subconsciously, her hips moved forward, searching for friction to soothe the ache of her desire. Barely-there movements fueling her ardor more instead.

"What can I do to be even better for you, Master?" The words were murmured softly as Bonnie nosed the man's neck. A trail of kisses going up, lightly nipping at his skin as a sign of the bunny's affection towards her caring mate. Her fingers trailed up to Mr. Oakes' hair, and then back to his neck, caressing him and keeping her touch light. "I promise, I'll do anything you ask me to."

Bonnie's primal part purred at the sparks of arousal in the air, the pheromones filling the room and clouding her mind. The young bunny could see the way her master's warm brown eyes reflected her desire. Bonnie felt like prey. That thought should've made her afraid, anxious of the feeling like she was about to be eaten alive. But a small, twisted part of her was anticipating the moment the predator would pounce on her. Even craving it.

For the first time of what felt like an eternity, the blue hues broke their staring spell, focusing on Mr. Oakes' lips instead. How would he react if Bonnie kissed him? She licked her plush lips, a soft moan escaping her as another surge of tremors went through her petite form. The bunny wanted to feel his lips against hers. She wanted him so much. The lust overrode Bonnie's usual timidness, pushing her to do something the hybrid had dreamed of for months: kiss the man she'd always called Master.

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In spite of every part of this embrace that was wrong on many levels Edward's feelings of lust continued to rise up. It was almost painful how much he wanted Bonnie. She was so soft, so needy and so sweet. That innocent exterior kept her true hungry nature well-hidden but with each moment he felt more sure she craved him even more than he craved her. The twitch of her tail filled his mind with visions of the bunny bent over and pleading for master. How could he show restraint in the face of an image like that.

"Of course you are, angel." He praised, feeling her soft hands against his firm body and knowing how much he ached. Their height difference meant he pressed more to her stomach than the ache between her thighs but, still, he wondered if Bonnie could feel the way he pressed against her. He could have melted when she asked what she could do to be even better. Ordinarily, the obvious, immediate answer would have been that she needed no improvement.

Today, though, he could think of a lot of things he wanted Bonnie to do. Lay back on the bed and slip her panties aside for his tongue. Bend over on all fours and arch her back. Slide down to her knees in front of him. Anything and everything. The trail of kisses made his eyes close gently, Edward's inevitable moan a low, deep sound that contrasted Bonnie's soft tones. "I know." He assured her, trusting absolutely that what she had said was true.

As she looked at his eyes he moved his arms, pulling away from the tight embrace to instead place them firmly on her back and slowly, surely slide them down across her skin. His breathing was heavy as he eventually settled them on her hips, taking a firm grip, and letting more thoughts of breeding the desperate hybrid flood through his mind. "You just be a good, obedient girl for master. I'll take care of you."

He punctuated those last words with a squeeze of her hips, licking his lips a little. Ordinarily, Edward would have never spoken to Bonnie like that, demanding obedience or referring to himself as master. But right now he adored it. He loved the idea that this gorgeous, lusty woman was so subservient to him even if, in truth, he was totally at the mercy of her overpowering pheromones.

"Stop fighting the need, baby. Master wants to care for you and the first step is to stop fighting yourself. You'll only feel worse." He persuaded her, trying to assure the sweet, soft Bonnie that her wants were only natural. He couldn't bear to see her uncomfortable, wrestling with her own hunger. She deserved to be fed, not starved against her will. Emphasizing that point he shifted his hands, keeping one firmly on her hip while the other slowly started to draw the skirt of her dress up.

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It was getting harder for Bonnie to fully concentrate on her master's words. Still, she tried her best to do so, eager to be obedient and please Mr. Oakes. The hybrid's lips parted as she took in a sharp breath at the way he gripped her hips. How else could the older man use his strength on her? Bonnie wondered if his gentle demeanor would slip in the throes of pleasure. She'd love to see his self-control break, all the forbidden desires of breeding his maid unveil... the naughty thoughts clouded her mind, the blush on the bunny's face deepening as she shyly avoided his gaze, her fluffy ears flattening against the head.

"I trust you, Master," she finally replied and ran her fingers through his hair. "I know you'll take care of me... you've always had." The bunny had a hard time staying still. Her hips bucking lightly, searching for any friction to soothe the intense ache between her thighs. As much as Bonnie wanted to submit to the growing heat, let the lust ruin the last strands of rationality she desperately clung to, she wanted to hear Mr. Oakes' permission. Even now, in spite of her pheromones controlling them both, the young bunny wanted to be the obedient, good girl he asked her to be.

Bonnie didn't hear the rest of his words. The movement of her hands, caressing the older man's hair, going down his neck to the shoulders, and then back up, stopped. Innocent blues stared up at him. Her breathing grew heavier, almost similar to panting as she gripped Master's shoulders tighter. The gentle but firm slide of his hand under her skirt eliciting a moan from the young hybrid. She'd never thought it could be possible to feel so helpless and in control at the same time. And, looking at the man in front of her, the knowledge of how much she'd affected him made a primal, needy part of the bunny purr in content: his usual proper appearance was disheveled by her wandering hands, breathing heavy and warm brown eyes clouded with lust.

She wanted more. Bonnie stood on her tiptoes, one hand wrapping around Mr. Oakes' neck to bring him closer to her. At the same time, the other hand slid down, opening the button and the zipper on her master's pants. The light-blue hues didn't leave his dark ones as she did so. Her touch light as her fingers trailed up and down his hard cock through the underwear. "Master is so big," Bonnie whimpered when her teasing was rewarded with a delicious twitch. Previously shy movements became firmer, loving the way the older man reacted to her touch.

No longer trying to be modest, the bunny's voice turned into a moan as she confessed, "I've imagined you breeding me before. You're always so caring to your kittens..." A short, chaste kiss, followed by a gentle bite of his lower lip. Bonnie's voice breathy when the next words left her lips, almost a whisper since she was unsure of her master's reaction, "Such a perfect daddy."

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God, he could feel how responsive she was. There was something about the hybrid's sensitivity that called to the most primal parts of him. How could anyone resist such base temptation? Her soft-spoken words only stirred the lust, feeling her almost press against him as he throbbed and ached for her. There was no doubt whatsoever that he would breed Bonnie today.

Where her sweet eyes stared up at him he matched her gaze with his own, flooded with hunger and fire. There could be no doubt that he was no longer truly in control, fully given over to the intensity of the bunny's heat. When she toyed with the zipper he didn't even consider any response but calmly letting her feel what she wanted to. At even a little touch he swelled particularly hard. It was all hers and he knew it, just like he knew she was all his. Hearing her praise his size drew up distant memories of his days as a younger man. Certainly, once, that was something he had always been proud of. It felt good to know Bonnie appreciated his body.

That shameless moan made him almost thoughtlessly press his finger against the soft fabric of her panties. With his hand behind her, it wasn't so easy but, still, he managed to run his fingertip firmly along the bunny's slit. The feeling of her wetness only confirmed just how overly needy the poor girl was. He had to take care of her. It was the only right thing to do.

As he touched her he listened, closing his eyes and biting his own lip just where she had after that little kiss. Nothing he'd ever heard sounded as perfect as 'daddy' on Bonnie's lips. Eventually, he opened his eyes, still rubbing and teasing her, and looked right at her. "Do you want me to be your daddy, Bonnie? Then I can always take good care of you." Edward offered, desperate to hear her accept so that he could know Bonnie was his little kitten to care for and adore.

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In the silence of the room, each slide of Master's finger along her slit sounded obscenely loud, fueling her arousal further. It was almost impossible for Bonnie to stay still. She whimpered as her hips moved on their own accord, her fluffy tail quivering. One hand clutched his shoulder while the other continued to explore him, her palm trailing up and down his length. Barely giving him any friction, fingers ghosting over the head of his cock.

The bunny could feel how much the older man wanted to breed her. Could feel how hard he was for her, his breathing heavy and attention fully on the petite hybrid in his hold... but the primal part of her wanted more. His warm words of reassurance and firm touch wouldn't sate her hunger. She wanted---no, needed---to lure her mate into the nest. In spite of it being clear that the older man wouldn't leave her, especially right now, the hybrid wanted to be sure of it.

With a sweet smile on her face, Bonnie's right hand moved upwards. She loosened Daddy's tie, but only enough to start unbuttoning his dress shirt. When the bunny took a small step backwards, leading Mr. Oakes towards the bed, she tugged on the tie. Lightly, but still hard enough to feel it; the action more playful than dominant. "I'd be happy to be yours, Daddy," she replied to his offer. While her right hand firmly grasped the tie, the other one continued the tortuously slow caress through Daddy's underwear.

"Your precious little kitten to care for and adore... I promise to be a good, obedient girl for you." The innocence in her voice contradicted her actions. Every word was accentuated with whimpers as the movement of her hand and hips sped up. No longer shying away, or thinking if what was happening was right or wrong. Another step, and Bonnie felt the bed was just behind her. She tugged harder on the tie to bring Mr. Oakes' face closer. Her voice a soft moan as she asked, "Will you help me through my heat, Daddy?"

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Edward rewarded even that tiny, soft touch with a low almost growling moan. It awakened the realization that he needed to feel it against her bare hand, her lips or, best of all, buried deep inside her. It was screaming to flood the poor bunny and he could only picture how soft, warm, and wet she must be. The thought alone was enough to have him biting his lip.

When she pulled away he stepped with her, letting the sweet angel guide him. While he still felt in control, certainly trusting that Bonnie would be utterly obedient, it was hard not to want to satisfy her in the way she most needed it. It seemed like she craved her servile role anyway, Bonnie giving him every impression that she would be utterly his to use until they were both exhausted.

As they stood there, his hand still teasing her, at the edge of the bed he looked down at Bonnie's eyes and felt the heat rising. It seemed almost impossible but he couldn't stop wanting her more and more the longer he spent so near to such a perfect mate. Edward found himself pushing his hips a little against Bonnie's touches, somewhat mirroring the shift of her own hips.

Edward moved his free hand, gently placing it against Bonnie's chest and pushing. It wasn't rough but more calmly commanding, trying to urge the hybrid back onto the bed so that he could join her. "I'll do anything to help you, baby. Lay down for daddy." He encouraged her, feeling a particularly strong urge to see Bonnie bare before him. While he did want his own needs seen to he had a huge drive to prepare Bonnie's delicate body for the way he intended to use her. It would have been unthinkable to have images in his mind of using her so roughly but as time went on he longed more and more to make sure she got everything she needed.

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At his words, Bonnie whimpered and nodded, obediently following her daddy's gentle command without a second thought. He knew what was right for her. Even though the bunny didn't want to leave his embrace for long, she was sure he wouldn't leave her begging for more. She trusted him. Still, she nuzzled the older man's neck, marking him with her sweet scent, and only then took a step backwards to climb onto the bed.

When she scooted a little further to the fluffy pillows, to lay down, the young hybrid bit back a moan. The way Mr. Oakes looked at her... it was intoxicating. Bonnie felt almost giddy, barely fighting off the urge to present herself: to roll over on her hands and knees, lift her skirt up and... with a needy, somewhat distressed whine, the bunny rubbed her thighs together. Her blue gaze flickered down, to the obvious bulge straining the fabric of Daddy's boxers, and then back up to meet the warm brown hues. Just the thought of how perfect he'd feel made her shudder.

Usually, Bonnie would've shied away from being the center of someone's attention. Right now, though, she craved it. Mr. Oakes' every reaction, sensitivity to her pheromones made the maid on the bed tremble with anticipation. She was almost sure he hadn't spent heats with bunny hybrids before---a possessive, almost primal part of her wanted it to be true. That notion alone was enough to make the young hybrid arch her back, just a little, and whimper. Her hands ventured lower, under her short skirt, to lift it up. At the same time, the hybrid's legs parted to reveal a pair of completely soaked through white lace panties.

Her palm ghosted over the wet fabric, her words followed by a soft gasp as she asked, "Do I look pretty, Daddy?" Those teasing fingers pushed aside the panties, the next words a little shy and breathless. "I want to be a good girl for you, I really do! But, ahn..." Bonnie was panting, trying her hardest to not buck her hips. "Is it... bad that I always wanted you to fuck me like this... and ruin the pretty dress you gave me?"

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Seeing Bonnie lift up her skirt was one of the most captivating things he'd witnessed in his whole life. The entire motion he was staring, desperate to see what lay beneath and then staring with animal, base hunger at the pretty, cute but soaked panties. They were somehow so innocent and yet tinged by such pure, raw lust. It was intoxicating.

Her words, coupled with the movement of such a soft touch to reveal herself. It seemed she still strained for him, the air against her certainly didn't look like it helped. "You look perfect, baby." He assured her, making sure she knew he meant it. He'd never seen anyone who made him feel the way Bonnie did now. For so long he'd just seen her as sweet and innocent but now that she was desperately in need he was painfully aware of how enticing she was.

"You are a good girl, baby. I know you are." He continued, feeling himself throb a little at her confession. The idea of the adorable, soft bunny fantasizing over him was enough to have him approaching, slowly lowering himself between Bonnie's legs while keeping his eyes on hers. The closer he could the stronger her scent was. "No, baby. You can be honest with daddy. I promise."

With that he had his head between her legs, eyes still up as he settled with a long, enthusiastic kiss that let him finally taste her against his lips. It felt right to care for her in such a way, to prepare her and build her up to the greatest height he could before he really gave her what she needed. That was what the trembling bunny deserved. The right kind of care. All his instincts told him so. The kiss eventually deepened enough to include his tongue, still not probing further but more simply showing his adoration and hunger.

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The azure blue hues widened in surprise, her plush lips parted to take a shuddering breath. Bonnie propped her legs over his broad shoulders, all exposed for Daddy. She was so eager and ready for him to devour her. It was a frighteningly vulnerable position for the bunny, one she'd never pictured herself in, but she couldn't find it in herself to feel embarrassed or shy about it. Not with the way Mr. Oakes was looking at her: his usually warm, brown eyes dark and clouded with pure lust.

"I promise to..." Another lewd, needy moan stopped her words. Bonnie's breathing was heavy as she tried to continue, her eyes never leaving his. "I promise to be honest with you, Daddy," her hands went down, to his hair, gently stroking it and adding in a soft murmur, "but only if you promise to be honest with me, too."

Perhaps, it wasn't the right place nor time to voice her inner cravings for more. But she'd promised Daddy to be honest with him, hadn't she? And the first thing she wanted to tell him was her desire for him to be honest; not only with the tender hybrid in his hold but also himself. Bonnie could see the way he was affected by the strong heat pheromones. Could feel how caring his every action was, preparing her for the mating. It made her primal side purr in delight. Anticipate the moment his self-control would break, and he'd use her as he pleased.

The previously gentle caress of the older man's hair turned into a hard pull as Bonnie whimpered and arched her back. She didn't notice the way her voice pitched higher, mewls sounding more animalistic than human. All the young bunny was mentally capable of doing right now was mindlessly grinding up into the hot wetness of her daddy's mouth, having no care in the world about how obscenely loud her moans were getting. But she wanted more. With every kiss, move of his tongue the bunny's need for more rose. Bonnie clenched, arousal sparking at the thought. His tongue, fingers, cock... anything and everything that would erase the feeling of emptiness inside her. As she held his gaze, she called for Daddy, her voice the one of pure neediness as she whimpered, "I need... please, I want you so much, Daddy!"

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That sweet promise was all he needed to hear. He knew, completely, that Bonnie would confess all her lust-filled thoughts to him now. He found himself smiling, happy and curious at the same time. Soon enough he'd know everything she needed. A few things were very obvious but it seemed like there were a few little naughty secrets hidden behind that soft, sweet exterior. That just made it all so much more tantalizing.

To reply he had to pull against the Bunny's needy grip on his hair, Edward drawing back just enough to murmur. "I promise." In return, letting her know that he would tell her everything she made him want and desire. From there her desperate high-pitched begging was enough that he returned to kissing her, letting his eyes roll closed as he gave in to the divine taste of her body. Edward couldn't think of anything he'd ever felt against his tongue that compared to her. She was, in a word, perfect.

Before long he rewarded her whimpering and grinding hips by deepening the kiss, letting his tongue lap against her to more fully taste her as he buried his face and let her know just how hungry she made him. Even if he was still desperately throbbing it seemed like sating her needs in any way diminished the intensity of his head rush. It felt like a reward, a rush of endorphins given in thanks for giving in to the hybrid's heat. Whatever the cause he found himself moaning low, feeling surprisingly satisfied just by bringing pleasure to Bonnie.

As he continued he pushed deeper, sometimes running his tongue up to circle or press against her clit but continuing to return to trying to press inside her and taste her more fully and deeply. All the while his hands found a good grip of Bonnie's thighs, firmly keeping them spread apart nice and wide for him. Perhaps it was his own more primal instincts but he wanted her to be vulnerable to him even if he knew he would protect her and cherish her.

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If it was even possible, Daddy managed to find a way to make her feel even better than before. Her petite body shuddered as his tongue circled, pressed firmly against her clit, leaving the bunny gasping for air in between loud moans. Gazing down at him, usually clear, like the sky on a sunny day, eyes were completely dark: pupils blown wide, gaze hazy from the onslaught of incredibly pleasant sensations. Every slide of his tongue up and down her slit was rewarded with moans, desperate pleas for more. Bonnie didn't even know, understand what she was pleading for. But, in her heat-induced state, mewling for her mate, telling him how much she wanted him felt right.

His low moans of pleasure against her core were met with the sounds similar to purring. Such noises of delight were a sign of just how blissed-out the hybrid was. An instinctual urge to reward her partner, tell her mate just how perfect they were being for her. Her next purr turned into a gasp. _Did his tongue just...?_ The bunny got the answer to her question seconds later when Daddy's tongue pushed deeper inside her. Her back arched, white tail quivering as she grinded up into the welcoming warmth of his mouth.

With each firm press of his tongue, trying to taste her more fully, her moans of pleasure mixed in with slightly distressed whines. She was torn between quickening her humping and trying to escape Mr. Oakes' firm hold. It was too much and not enough at the same time. Bonnie was aware that, during the heat, her kind produced an obscene amount of lubrication. She knew about it. Knew how unusually overwhelming it could be, both for the hybrid in heat and their partner. But it was one thing to know about it, and another---to experience it for the first time.

The whines and whimpers were getting louder, unsure of what was happening. "Dad---Daddy! I'm..." Just when the bunny was about to voice her distress, she cried out. The feeling of his skillful tongue against her clit was too much for the over-sensitive hybrid, bringing her over the edge. Her hands pulled on his white locks harder than before. Almost as if her body had a mind of its own, it answered another light intrusion of his tongue with more juices of her arousal. It all felt like too much.

Bonnie's cries of pleasure soon turned into quiet whimpers, hands coming up to hide her blushing face. The heat was all too new for the bunny hybrid. She felt overwhelmed. Too overwhelmed and embarrassed, even though every primal part of her was purring in delight. Her light-blue hues were filled with tears as she stared down at the older man, finally meeting his gaze, unsure if those tears were caused by immense pleasure, relief or her previous distress. Probably the mix of it all. With a sniffle, she reached out her hands, calling for her mate, "Please, Daddy... can you hold me? I want to feel you closer to me."

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No matter how she shifted against his hands he would not let her squirm free. He squeezed tighter, making sure she knew he was in charge as he greedily lapped up everything her body offered him. While it might have been too much to some to him it was intoxicating and the clearest possible display of just how much she needed this. It made him moan against her as he felt her climax rising.

When it came he licked at her throughout, keeping up the pleasure and letting her ride it out against his tongue as he shuddered with the excitement of knowing he had made such a beautiful, alluring thing as Bonnie feel so much pleasure. Despite his hunger he saw her hide her eyes and heard that sweet sniffle and felt a rise of desire to protect her and care for her. "Of course, baby. Daddy's here to take care of you in any way you need." He promised right away.

As he moved he let go of her legs, coming to settle beside her and gently nudging Bonnie to suggest she face away from him, pressing her soft back against his muscular chest as he wrapped his strong arms around her and gently reached down to pull the covers up, instinctively wrapping them both tight in her nest to try to bring Bonnie as much comfort as he possibly could.

Even if he was trying to focus on comforting her he knew that she would feel the distinct press of his swollen cock, aching and ready to sate her needs in a way that he knew would be far more overwhelming and intense than his tongue could be.


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Beatrice woke the next morning and sat up straight in bed, looking around to make sure that this all hadn't just been some dream she had had... but found that it was indeed real. She got out of bed, going to the bathroom where she assumed a closet would be as well. It turned out to be correct, and it turned out there were multiple dresses already placed within for her to choose from.

She took some time to decide what to wear, perhaps trying to impress Charles. When she had chosen an dress, she got herself into it and walked out of her bedroom. Beatrice wondered what she should do, glancing towards his door as she thought about knocking on the door and greeting him.

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Charles was a fan of the ageless classics when it came to what he wore. Suits, tuxedos, shirts... these things had been popular for most of his life, which was a very long time. Today, given that he had no plans to travel out, he settled for the more casual end of this scale; a white shirt and black slacks, along with shiny black shoes. It all fit him perfectly, drawn ever so slightly taut against the musculature of his chest.

Thusly dressed, he opened his door almost the same moment that Beatrice wondered whether to knock. One eyebrow arched and a small smile tugged against the corner of his mouth. "I hope you haven't been out here all night, my dear?" he queried, his voice rich with dry humor. He took a few steps forward and let the door shut at his back, hiding a brief glimpse of his darkly appointed room. He considered whether she thought she was a captive in her own room and decided it was best to purge her of the notion. "You are free to explore the house and grounds to your heart's content, you realize? There are few rooms that I consider private, and those you will find locked. Anywhere else is for your use."

He reached one hand toward her, palm up and inviting. "Come. This will be our first night together. Tell me, is there anything you would like to do with it?" He had his own intentions, to inspect the abilities she held and---if things went well---to taste her again. But he kept his manner warm and welcoming for now, trusting that theirs could be a positive relationship.

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The door opened and out came Charles, Beatrice's cheeks blushing as she could see his muscles through his tight shirt. He looked so handsome, the picture of a gentlemen if she had ever seen one. His words caused her to giggle awkwardly, running a hair through her hair as she responded. "I haven't been out here all day, but I was out here for some time... perhaps I should have done something else. But you see, I didn't know what to do."

Her gaze went upwards as he spoke again, pleased that he was telling her that it was okay to explore the grounds of the estate as well as the inside. It made her happy to hear, so when he reached a hand towards her to take, Beatrice happily rested her hand against his and nodded. Though she was not sure quite what to do with their evening, perhaps it could turn out well for both of them. "I do not know, my Lord. But if I may, would it be appropriate to call you by your first name? I feel that if we are to be married, I should be able to call you by your first name."

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Charles smiled a little at that. Blushing suited her pretty cheeks well, and he rather fancied the idea of her lingering outside of his door. It spoke to the vain part of himself that he responded thus, perhaps, but he really did enjoy it. Still. That wasn't very well hosted on his part.

"Well, as much as I like the think of you waiting for me, tomorrow you should explore. Or knock." He slid her a little look at that second idea. It was certainly at the very fringes of propriety, given that they were unwed, but that didn't seem to overly concern him.

He guided her by the hand downstairs and to the rear of the property, then out into the warm night air. "You may," he agreed easily enough. "You're right, of course, that if it belongs to any lips then it is yours. Come. There's a place I'll show you, if you have no other desires."

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Beatrice nodded her head as he said that, though blushed as she realized what that would mean. If she knocked on his door, chances are he might pull her into his bedroom... which she was unsure if she wanted at this time. It seemed more inviting all of a sudden as she looked at his muscles through his clothing, but she knew she had to stay strong. The goddess would be displeased with her if she indulged in what her inner mind wanted, right?

She walked with him outside into the fresh air, the warmth felt good to her as she looked up at Charles. He agreed to let her call him Charles, which pleased her greatly to the point that she kissed his cheek without thinking. "Thank you... Charles. I would be happy to come with you where you lead me."

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He welcomed the kiss. Where Beatrice enjoyed the warmth of the air, he was more fond of the warmth of her mouth. It was enough that he glanced across toward her, his eyes just a little hungry. While he had promised to let her save herself, it wasn't his preferred solution. He wanted to put his fangs in her, his hands on her, every moment she was near.

Despite the temptation, he kept true to the path. It wasn't a long walk. They crossed a courtyard and passed through the gardens, which were lit dimly. They seemed well maintained and beautiful, though most of the flowers were hard to see in the half-light.

The paths here wound and twined together, but he knew the way and lead them clear through to an open area. It was at the edge of the gardens, as far from the house as his land went. Any further forward and the land fell away into a steep hillside, which was the point of this little sitting area. It gave a broad, high view of the neighboring city and the nearby landscape. Even lit only by the moon, it was a broad and sweeping view.

"Sit," he said, indicating a bench facing out across the view. He went to join her there. "This is one of my favorite spots. You can see the world, and it cannot see you back."

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Beatrice could see the hunger in his eyes, a part of her deep inside wanted to embrace him and feel her body against his... but that seemed she would have to be an entirely different person if she could manage to do that. Someone who didn't care about the consequences of sleeping with this man, to have her pleasure when she wanted it. It gave her a moment of reflection as they walked through the courtyard and the gardens, filled with the most beautiful flowers she had ever seen, the ones that she could see.

She walked with him through the pathways, soon reaching a little seating area atop the cliff. The landscape was stunning as she turned her head to look, the moon high up in the sky as the stars glimmered and shined. Beatrice sat as he bid her to, turning to face him as he sat beside her... she wondered what he could be thinking right now. But she had thoughts of her own, and they were creeping up to the surface as she rested her hand against his. "I've been thinking during the walk up to this beautiful place, and I wanted you to hear it..." She leaned forward, whispering in his ear when she continued speaking. "I... want to be different. I want to be a new person in these new lands I have found myself in." She sighed softly, letting her breath out against his ear. "I want you to name me, Charles. Give me a new name suited to my new life, then I want you to bed me."

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As lovely as their environment might be, Charles had selected it as much because it was private as because of the view. He was honest about enjoying the spot but it wasn't quite as benevolent as he might have expressed it, and his thoughts had gone along similar lines to hers. He hungered to feed. To be close to her. He'd promised to spare her until after marriage, but her virginity wasn't the only thing he wanted from her.

It seemed that she was ready to spare him some of the trouble. He glanced across as she pressed in but didn't turn, so that she could nestle the words close to his ear. When she asked for a new name and a new life, his brows eased upward. Well. That was a surprise.

For a few long heartbeats he sat in contemplative silence. It was a fascinating offer. He yearned to accept it, but if he was going to agree with her then it was to be on his terms. "If you truly mean that, prove it to me," he told her in a low, suggestive command. "Kneel on the floor, kiss my hand, and tell me that you are ready to be my Blood Doll. Do that, and I will make it so."

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Beatrice sat there for that seemed like an eternity, waiting eagerly for what he had to say. Maybe he was going to refuse her, but she didn't see why he would do such a thing when she was giving him exactly what he wanted. So when he finally did speak, her eyes lit up at his words. He was going to accept her, but on his terms. Seemed fair enough to her.

Beatrice got off the bench and knelt in front of Charles, her gaze never leaving his as she took his hand in hers. She kissed his hand gently, making sure to linger there for a moment before speaking. "I am ready to be your Blood Doll, I shall be at your call whenever you shall need me." She took a deep breath, letting it out as she waited for his response.

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There was another, shorter pause as Charles watched the girl and weighed up her sincerity. It wasn't the kind of thing you could easily reverse from, and so he made sure that she was sure. Well... that and he enjoyed seeing a girl on her knees. That might have had something to do with it too.

He pulled his hand from where she'd taken it, and reached it down to under her chin. It pulled up, first to make her look up at him and then to draw her up and toward him. He lead her almost to his face and paused just shy of kissing her. Or biting her, perhaps.

He did neither, but instead spoke quietly. The words were weighty, with the feel of a vow to them. Only vampires could speak so seriously that the words felt like a binding. Like magic. "Very well. Then you are, of course, welcome to be mine. I shall take your body, your heart, and your blood. You are mine, Madeleine. "He sealed it with a kiss at last. It started gentle, then it grew deep, and finally sharp. His teeth caught her lips, cutting tiny but wet lines into turn so that the kiss tasted of her. And it was, for Charles, sweet and perfect.

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The young woman kept her gaze down as she waited for him to respond, worried that he was not going to accept her plea for a new life. She watched as he pulled his hand out of hers, for a second wondering if he was going to shoo her away. But then he reached over and grasped her chin in his hand, blushing deeply as he pulled her chin up to look into those handsome eyes. Her eyes nearly shut as he pulled her chin up so that she was within a breath of kissing him.

She could feel the magic drawing her in as he made his vow, Madeleine hearing her name and letting out a faint gasp... it truly did feel like she could be a different person, with him. She wrapped her arms around the back of his neck as they kissed, deepening the kiss with him as she moved closer to him. Her eyes shot open as his fangs caught her lips, bloodying the kiss as it grew passionate. Madeleine let out a little moan as they continued, her body beginning to warm up.

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The embrace quickly became impassioned. Charles's mouth pulled and kneaded at hers. Mostly it was with his lips, as a kiss should be, but occasionally the sharp prick of his teeth intruded and added a little more of her blood to the mix. His tongue intruded toward hers and claimed deeper parts of her mouth. It all had a backing track of his low, growling groans.

He released her chin. His arms went about her, and with impossible strength drew her body flush to his. He crowded forward to meet her, and he engulfed her in an embrace that kept her on her knees before him, mouth strained by his relentless kiss. When he drew back it was to admire the crimson color, and it made him hungrier. And not just to feed.

"Rise," he commanded, before doing the same thing. They stood almost toe-to-toe. The difference in height made him loom somewhat. "You will come with me, dear girl. Let's show you what your new life is all about."

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Madeleine felt as he pricked her lips again and again, blood leaking from her lips into his and into his mouth. She moaned as his tongue went further in, her own tongue mingling with his while he groaned. It felt so good to give in, she was learning this as he released her chin to pull her right up against his own body.

Her mouth slowly began to ache as he kissed her so relentlessly, causing her to moan a little from the pain. Her eyes widened as he pulled back, almost surprised that even the slightest amount of pain had turned her on. She quickly obeyed, standing up and looking right into his eyes as he looked down at her. He was quite tall, imposing even as he loomed over her. "I will follow you, yes." She took his hand into hers as she smiled, pleased with now the night was going. A new name, and a new fate... at least she hoped.

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He twisted on a heel and stalked off, still linked to Madeleine by a trailing hand linked to hers. He walked swiftly. Not so much that she couldn't keep up of course, not supernaturally fast, but with an urgency and decisiveness.

They went back through the gardens and into the house. One of the staff tried to ask whether they wanted Anthony, but Charles gave him a look so cool that the words died on the butler's lips. They went upstairs and to the nearest bedroom. It wasn't as fine as either of theirs, but it was made up, comfortable, and most of all it was close.

He pulled her in, then shut the door by thrusting her into it. His body pressed flush to hers and his mouth dipped to her throat, which he teased with a few kisses. He stopped short of tearing into it... just. Instead he breathed across it for a moment. "Time to become your new self," he snarled in soft warning.

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Madeleine kept her fingers threaded through his as he pulled her along, knowing that he wanted something badly from her. Be it her blood or her body, she knew he was certainly in a hurry to get it. But she obeyed, walking back through the gardens with him and admiring the flowers as they passed.

She hurried up the stairs as quickly as she could, keeping up as Charles pulled her into the nearest room. She let out a gasp as she was slammed against the door, shutting it as her eyes widened. His body pressed right up against her own, her breasts squeezed against his chest as tilted her head to give him better access to her slender throat. "Yes Charles..." She moaned, the sound of his snarling setting something off inside the young woman... she wasn't quite sure what was going to happen, but she wanted every moment of it.

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His mouth was still dallying against her throat, promising to bite but not quite doing it. He was tormenting himself with the promise of it as much as he was tormenting her, but there was a tense moment that affected both of them. Soon it would break and he would fall onto her, but not yet.

"No," he said, thoughtfully. It wasn't clear what he meant for a moment, but he went on to explain. For all the hurry he'd shown in getting her here, he was suddenly being tortuously patient. "Not Charles. Call me Master, Madeleine. That is a more suitable title for your new life."

His mouth still held short of closing around her, but that didn't mean he was entirely passive. His hands were flush to her body, dragging and prowling across. He crushed her outfit to the shape of her body, so that his palms could feel the shape and softness of her. He went across her hips and sides, up toward her chest then down and back to visit her ass, too.

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Madeleine whimpered as she felt his mouth near her slender throat, teasing her as he lingered there. But when he said no, she tilted her head, confused as she wondered what he meant. But then he told her, and her eyes flashed with annoyance. "But you told me that if your name came from anyone's lips, let it be mine. Remember? I am to be your wife... I..."

She groaned as he ran his hands along her body, pushing her dress close to her body as he felt every inch of her body with his strong hands and fingers. "Yes..." Madeleine pulled his face up and looked deep into his eyes, trying to sum up the courage to speak. "I... I want to call you Charles... as the woman who is to be your wife. I am giving my heart and soul to you, the very least we can share is our names. Surely you cannot insist that I call you ''Master''."


[User] Amara entered her chambers with a tray, it had smoked meats, freshly baked breads, two cups, and a pitcher of red wine upon it. She set it on a table near the door and approached her captive. She kicked him in the leg and looked down her nose at him. "Wake up! Your new queen demands to speak with you." She spoke the words with authority and determination. She had already taken care of the needs that had been aroused by the violence of the battle, however she wanted to see the look on the face of the man she had bested. He was hers now.

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It wasn't supposed to be like this---while his tribe was hardly the most peaceful or approachable, they had never really done enough for out and out war. And yet the flames of conflict were brought to the very heart of his tribe. Dhun was a champion of his people, coming from a lineage of proud Orcish warriors and raiders. It was only natural for him to come to the defense of his people---though it was a strange feeling compared to raiding and fighting in the name of glory and honor. No, this was frantic fighting, seeing his blood brothers and even sisters fall to Elvish blade and spear. In turn he sought to decimate the Elven army, his axe sundering armor and cleaving through flesh as he roared in defiance, the fire in his eyes smoldering as he surged forth against the invading Elves. However, for all his fury and all his courage, he was just one Orc against an army. Perhaps if there were more warriors among his tribe like Dhun the battle would have gone differently, but even if there were others, it was clear even to him that the Elven queen before him well outmatched him. His axe cut through the air with brutal precision, yet it was no match for Elven agility and grace, the Queen weaving some sort of spell. By the time Dhun realized that perhaps death was not what awaited him, his axe surged out one final time in order to spare him this fate, but even that last, desperate blow found only air before the spell completed and the air around the battlefield reeked of raw ozone, the lightning taking the fight out of him and the fire dimming in his eyes.

It was some time before he found himself rousing once again. There was no gentle awakening, merely the sensation of something jabbing him in the leg, a sharp but fading pain as he gave out a grunt. Up close, Dhun was a handsome man, particularly for Orcish standards. While he held the tall and broad body of his kind, he was no mindless brute. A mane of coppery hair framed his features, stubble crossing his jawline with the same color. With a set of intricate tattoos upon his shoulders that reached down his arms, only adding to his more warrior look. With a scar marring his face and going past his eye, it was clear he was battle hardened and had seen his fair share of conflict.

Muttering in Orcish, those familiar with the tongue of his people would be able to understand. "Ancestors grace me." Orc prayers were not complicated affairs, simply beseeching their ancestors and gods for their protection, power, or some other boon. With his eyes soon fluttering open, Dhun looked at the woman who had bested him in combat, giving out another grunt as he tested the chains that shackled him down, the cold metal rattling as his arms reached out---possibly seeking to strike at the Queen or possibly just in an attempt to stretch aching muscles. Either way he reached the chains limits, giving out a light growl as they held him down. "So you bested my tribe in battle. Killing my people is not enough for you?" She called herself his new queen, and he would not bow to her kind, not to an elf, never. Rather than outright defy her however, he looked her in her eyes, his focus a steely one as he waited to see just what she wanted from him.

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Amara wore nothing but a robe of thick heavy material, the edges were rimmed in furs and she had an elegant crown of gold and rubies upon her head. She smiled down her captive and leaned down to touch his face. "You are quite the handsome one, your copper hair, those beautiful eyes, and look at all those battle hardened muscles." She purred as she slowly lowered herself to eye level. She looked him directly in the eyes and smiled. "You are mine now, and in time you will learn to enjoy your time with me." She told him before straightening up.

She walked over to the table where she had set the tray and she poured two glasses of wine. "Now, if you're a good boy I will show you a good time and I will feed you by hand. If you misbehave however, I will leave you chained for a while to think about what you've done. So tell me, are you going to be a good boy and show your new queen loyalty and be handfed by her?" She asked as she picked up one glass of wine and drank deeply from it. She smiled a wicked grin and eyed him. There was a hunger in her eyes, a lustful desire burning in her gaze as she watched him closely.

Her appetites weren't conventional, she hungered for orcs when it came to sexual desires. She had bedded several over her conquests in the land, but seldom would they bend to her will. In the end every last one of the orcs she had bedded had been executed for attempting to kill her while she slept. She did not take kindly to the attempts on her life and she did not take kindly to cowards. She would much rather die in battle against a foe than to be killed through a cowardly move such as assassination during her rest. Even so she could be kind, to those who earned it. She was not completely unfair after all. Show her loyalty and she would reward you handsomely. Show her bravery and a willingness to lay down your life for hers and she would be just as much yours as you were hers.

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For once, Dhun felt what it was like to be on the other side. The losing side. For all his vaunted strength as a warrior and for all of his determination it amounted to naught as the last thing he saw before losing consciousness were burning buildings and tents and the frenzied sounds of a fading combat. And now there he was, prisoner of war---evidently the personal property of the queen now. There was an immediate swelling of anger in his stomach, but just the slightly flex of his arm muscles told him it was a moot point to try and break free from the chains that bound him. And even then he was not a stupid Orc. The queen wanted something of him, or at least sought to humor him and there was no immediate danger, or at least that's what his gut told him.

Then again, his gut had told him he could win the battle he lost. Was it a good judge of character?

"I have no intentions of escape." His common tongue was accented in Orcish, but he was still well spoken for an Orc by all accounts. Even with his current submission, he was not a meek man, instead moving to sit in a more proper stance---or at least with his back straight and his eyes focused on the Queen. "You are showing kindness to a beaten enemy." Beaten, not broken. "What is it you desire from me? Secrets of my people?" Though then again, perhaps he knew the real reason she was being so cordial with him. His eyes focused on hers, but she held a lovely countenance even for Elven standards, it was remiss of him to ignore her womanly charms. And he was apparently chained up in what looked to her personal quarters, lavish and decadent. "May I at least know the name of who bested me in battle?"

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Amara stared down at him as she slowly kneeled before him. She held the glass of wine out to him, she knew he couldn't take it but if he parted his lips she would tip the glass to his lips and allow him to drink of the sweet wine. If he didn't then she would drink it. She stared at him with bright intelligent eyes as she took him in. "My name is Amara. Queen Amara." She told him with her head held high. "I am a warrior queen and you should feel honored to have been bested by me." She told him kindly.

She watched him for a reaction. She was a fair queen, she would be gentle so long as she was given reason to be gentle. If he was responsive to her, if he was accepting of her then she would remain gentle. If he rejected her or spat in the face of her kindness she would crush him beneath her boot heel. As she kept him fixed in her gaze she reached down and pulled the string that held her lavish robe closed. She let the robe fall open, revealing so much of her skin.

She watched him for his reaction. "I am offering you a life here. You will remain with me, serve me, be mine in any way I deem fit." She told him with a firm unwavering voice. "I am your queen now. If you will serve me then bow, show me that you accept your role. Accept your place and I will show you things you never thought to experience." She told him with a coy smile. She would willingly give him her body if he accepted her as his queen.

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Queen Amara. Of course she had a name---he just wasn't expecting her to be royalty. Were welven Royals like Orcs, where skill at arms was one of the most important things a leader could have? No... That didn't make sense. "Well, if it took a queen to best me, I must have some skill then at the least." His words were chosen carefully, he was a bested man but he was not a broken one. He was smart enough to realize the different, and hoped that it would remain such. She was a gorgeous woman as well, it was strange to hear an Elven woman desiring an Orc if he was to be honest with himself... but he wasn't going to ask why, that wasn't his place now.

"You ask a proud orc to submit and be your toy. That's quite the demand for an Orc... My only request is that my people, should any remain, be spared your wrath." He knew it was quite unlikely that many of his people remained alive, but there was the hope that they did. "My name is Dhun of clan Ironfist. I was to be its chieftain when I proved myself in battle. It seems fate has made me yours instead. I accept my place." There was really no reason to buck against fate, or challenge her. He already had, and this was the result---she was a competent woman and if he had to be honest, a little frightening for an Orc. He wouldn't show outright fear, but to say that he was wary of this woman for now, was not a lie. He still had trust in her though, since if she wanted him dead, his corpse would have laid in the middle of his tribal home.

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She lifted her head and smiled down at him. He had the bravery to still try to protect his people even now, bound in chains as he was. She reached out with her left hand and gently cupped his cheek. "Bow and they will be spared. Bow and I will have the remaining orcs that were captured in battle set free to scatter to the winds. Men women and children alike." She promised him. She was a queen of her word and she would stand by it. She would honor his request if his loyalty was the prize.

She pulled her hand away and waited for his bow. She slowly shrugged her shoulders so that the robe fell down her arms and pooled on the floor around her. She smiled at him as her lithe pale body was exposed to his gaze. "Tell me Dhun, do you see anything you like?" She asked, her voice carrying more of a command than a question. She was challenging him, testing him to see if he would serve her body as well as as a guard. It would take time before she trusted him unchained and freely roaming but in time he would have a semblance of freedom, but first he had to earn it. "I am not built like your women are, but I promise you I can bring you quite the experience if you are willing."

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For Dhun, there was little in the way of hesitation. She had already spared him and she seemed to be telling the truth as best he could tell. With her soft hand against his cheek, it wasn't hard to feel the gruff nature of the Orc. The warmth of his skin, the slight roughness of it, the hint of bristly stubble... All a different sensation than an Elven male. Perhaps subservience to an Elf wouldn't be that bad. She may not trust him fully yet, some part of him could tell and he wouldn't blame her, lip service was oft an easy way to pay tribute to someone before stabbing them in the back. However, when she asked him if he liked what he saw, Dhun's lips crooked into a smile, a hint of his long canines soon exposed. "I've found elven women beautiful for some time. You are different however." As he bowed, his tone was not offensive in nature, but there was some respect within his words.

"You are a fierce warrior and you carry yourself unlike any other Elven woman I've seen." He'd seen Elven Maidens before, she was no mere maiden. Something about her carried power and grace, awe and perhaps a hint of dread. He wasn't about to shy away from her however. "I like what I see very much." He spoke, his eyes flickering over her figure softly, but taking in every inch of exposed flesh that she had offered. His hands came to rest at his knees as he bowed, though his head steadily rose up once again. "If you are to be my queen, how may I best serve you?" His tone was firm, confident but still showing respect. She had chosen him, and he would rise to the occasion.

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Amara watched him bow his head and her lips curved up in a smile. His question had her almost shivering in anticipation. She had always found orc men to be preferable to elven men, their rugged looks and physical strength had always intrigued her. She moved closer to him, her naked body on display for his eyes. "I'm going to free your hands, and if you truly wish to serve me you can start by touching me, showing me how an orc loves a woman." She told him calmly, her voice carrying that tone of command. She did everything with careful measured thoughts, she had to to get to where she was at.

She pulled the key that was hanging on a delicate chain between her breasts off over her head and she unlocked the shackles from around his wrists. Her hands lingered on his for a moment, feeling the roughened skin and she knew that it would feel so good against her softer skin. She hadn't had a proper lover in years, she had been too busy for such things, and all of her past lovers had been elves until recent years. That first experience with an orc had tainted her, after that Orcs were all that she had craved. Her hands moved up his arms and gently squeezed his upper arms, feeling the firm muscles that rested just beneath the surface. "You say you have always found elven women to be beautiful, show me what you would do to a willing elven woman." she purred as she leaned in close to him, stopping just a hairs breadth from his lips.

[Assistant] As she told Dhun that he would have his hands free, he sat there with relative stillness, though inwardly his mind was in motion. Maybe this was a test from her, but either way the woman seemed earnest in her interest. As the key left her cleavage and went to free his wrists from the shackles, his hands were brought to the other, fingers rubbing across his wrists for a moment. Even if he was an orc, chains caused aches like they would to any other being---but there was a command placed upon him, and he was not one to remain for long. As the queen's hands and fingers ran across his muscular and thick arms, it wasn't hard to feel the firm muscle beneath his rough, firm arms. As her hands squeezed against his upper arms, he began to lean forward, she was so close to him that could almost taste her---and Dhun was more than happy to close the distance with Amara. His lips pressed against hers, tusks dragging briefly across her cheek before he kissed her, as such was a universal sign of affection. While he lacked the grace an Elven man may had, he excelled in passion as one hand wrapped around her, rough, heavy fingertips grazing down her body as they reached for her waist and hips, the other running his fingers across her stomach and towards the swell of her breast. Nails dragged steadily against her skin, leaving a crescent shaped mark where they dug in against her. Giving out a light growl, his body was beginning to heat up, arousal getting the better of him as he continued with his vigorous embrace of the Elvish queen.

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Amara's hands never left his body as he leaned in and captured her lips with his own. The feeling of his tusks against her skin sent a shiver down her spine. She had been craving this for far too long, a big strong orc to fill her to completion. She pressed her body into his touch, a soft groan escaping her as he dragged his nails over her silken soft skin. Little red welts raising in a trail from where is nails had been. She pulled back from the kiss long enough to look into his eyes. "I have craved this for too long. I need you." She whispered as her hands moved up to his chest.

She leaned in and pressed her lips to his again, this time her tongue slipping from between her lips and grazing over his lips in a soft questioning way. She raked her nails down his chest, not hard enough to draw blood or break skin, but hard enough to show her passions. She rose up onto her knees and moved closer to him. She threw her legs over his own and straddled his lap so that their bodies could be closer. His warmth and the roughness of his skin contrasted so nicely with her own body that it dragged another little groan from her.

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Dhun's body was coarse---not to a point of uncomfortable roughness but the queen's roaming hands were met with rough scars and a warrior's physique that surpassed the more lithe and athletic bodies of Elven males. As the kiss broke the Orc almost looked disappointed, perhaps he had done something wrong... But her words quickly assuaged him of any initial worry that the man had. Instead, he gave a crooked smile of sorts as breath left his parted lips in a light huff. With her tongue soon trailing against his lips, it was Dhun's turn to begin exploring Amara, his fingers a little calloused and rough, but in a more rugged way than unkempt or untidy. While it was a little unusual to see an Orc with a more romantic side, he certainly held his passion close to his heart. Before long a hand soon rested against the small of her back, his other hand roaming up to cup the swell of her breast in one hand, easily taking a rough and heavy handful of her skin against his own.

"Nngh..." There was no shame in the way he groaned out against her raking nails, his tongue soon meeting hers in a kiss as she moved to straddle him, his waist thick but her legs easily wrapping around him. By now there was little to no way to hide his growing erection, the thickness of his length readily felt against one of Amara's thighs as he held her close against him, hips grinding back into hers readily.

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Amara felt his rough hands roaming over her skin and she groaned softly. Her tongue dueled with his in a passionate kiss as she arched her back and pressed her breast into his hand. Her body was aching for him already, her body was reacting to his touches as if he was a musical genius playing a lute or harp. It felt so good and she could feel heat and moisture pooling between her legs. She broke the kiss to take some panting breaths. "P... perhaps we should move this to the bed." She murmured with a wry smile.

While she wasn't above letting him take her on the floor she did much prefer the comfort of her plush bed. "Come now, I'm sure you've never made love on a bed quite like mine." She purred as she leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on his neck. She was eager to give her body to him, but the fact that his passions were so gentle and willing made her even more eager to experience what he was wanting to give. "Show me your loyalty." She whispered before moving away from him and crawling slowly onto her bed.

[Assistant] Dhun's hands continued over Amara, taking his time but not being particularly slow. The kiss being broken left him gasping, his eyes focused on Amara as she mentioned taking it to the bed. "Perhaps we should..." A bed like the queen's was never something he had been on as she surmised, and once she began to lift himself up, his hand came to rest on the wall to steady himself. As his broad chest rose and fell with every breath, the orcish male soon began to approach the bed once he was on his feet. Once he moved for it and pressed his knee leaning into it, his hands sought to move around Amara, firmly but not roughly guiding the woman on to her back as his nails dug in softly against her skin. She'd have every opportunity to stop him but if she did not, she would find Dhun spreading her legs, his hands running against her inner thighs teasingly as nails dragged across her skin.

[User] As he joined her on the bed, Amara smiled. He helped her lay back and she allowed him to part her thighs. The way his hands roamed over her, exploring every inch, savoring every touch as if she were precious and delicate. It almost brought a laugh to her lips. She was anything but delicate. "That it Dhun, explore, have a taste even if you so wish" She purred as she reached down between her legs with one hand and gently stroked herself. It had been too long since she had taken a lover. Been too long since she'd felt the orcish touch of a real man. "Touch, taste, and when you've drunk your fill... fill me" She whispered to him, inviting him to take control of the situation. She was ultimately in control and she could easily stop him if things got out of hand. But a willing orc made for a great lover and she was eager to let him show her his passion in his own way.

[Assistant] Even were it not for his people being safe, Dhun knew this was a chance that was best not wasted for a number of reasons. Hands roamed across the elven queen's body, particularly across her thighs as he spread her legs and moved between them, quite eager to explore the softness of not just an Elf, but a Royal elf at that. Seeking to have a bit more than just a taste, his hands came to rest against her inner thighs as he leaned in to her fully, his tusks first gently dragging across her body not unlike nails followed by soft yet still rough lips pressing against her folds. Dragging his tongue across Amara's slit, the Orc sought more than to just taste the woman, there was a joy in pleasuring women to him, one that most orcs would find unusual for their kind but Dhun took to rather readily. With his coppery hair framing his face between her legs, his thick fingers groped against the woman, moaning out more heatedly with a languid growl that all but vibrated against the queen.

[User] The way it felt to have him gripping her and lowering his head between her thighs was a heady and powerful feeling. What so few knew was this, this was where she drew her power from. She drew her magical energy from the heated energy of sex, and elves just didn't generate the kind of raw power she needed to stay on top. Orc men on the other hand? They were nothing but raw power. Not to mention they were just better at satisfying a woman's needs. The moment his tongue ran up her slit she let out a loud drawn out moan as she sank her fingers into his copper hair. "Mhh, yes, just like that. Show me what you can do." She encouraged softly. She was needy and aching to feel the heated passion of an orc lover. It had been far too long.

[Assistant] Raw power and passion were exactly what Dhun radiated. For him it was more than just his people mattering to him, few orc men could claim a queen as their lover, and the Orc had every intention of proving himself to her. As his rough and warm tongue ran up against her slit, it was accompanied by heated breathing and a light growl of sorts from the orcish male. Clamping his hands down firmly against her, there was more than a hint of roughness from the green-skinned man, though the restraint he used was practical in so far as knowing when and how to apply it went. Flicking the tip of his tongue across the queen's clit, his hands slowly ran down her body as he held her closely against him.

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A soft moan escaped her lips as his warm tongue ran over her aching sex. "Mhh, good boy" Amara purred as she reached down between her legs and gripped his hair. She held him against her as he teased and toyed with her body. Soft little sounds escaped her as she rolled her hips against his mouth. She closed her eyes and savored the sensation. Orcs, she had found, knew how to pleasure their women more so than elves did. Elves were too gentle, they were almost afraid of what just a little bit of force could do.

She tugged on his hair to pull him up to her. "Mhh, now then my little slave" She purred to him as she reached down and cupped his manhood in her hand, her fingers rubbing over the helm of his shaft teasingly. "I think I wish to ride this impressive tool of yours" She whispered as she leaned in and claimed his lips. She could taste herself on his lips and tongue and it was divine. A soft groan escaped her and she pressed her body closer to him.

[Assistant] The tug did not go unheeded, and once Dhun felt her other hand rubbing against the full and slightly plump head of his cock, the man relaxed for just a moment before something of a smile came across his lips, soon embracing the Queen's as he lavished her lips with his own. As her supple body pressed in against his firmer one, one hand moved for the Queen's hips, nails digging in firmly against her skin as he sought to angle himself, the head of his cock soon rubbing against her slit, taking his time to feel her before he started to penetrate her---taking his time to make sure it was a true fit as his cock slid deeper in to her with every passing moment.


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The priest's reactions were just to delicious to the thief. Silk was quite well aware of the taboos both their races had against relations between the two, her own being rather more prudish than the humans, but she wasn't sure where her family would fall in comparison with an actual human priest. She watched as he rubbed at the finger she'd used to release the catch, her lips curling up as she considered how he would rub off the taint of her touch when she finally got ahold of other parts of him. She did nothing to move towards the now-exposed space in the desk. She didn't hold back for fear of traps. Not only had she seen no evidence of such, but it was likely that the bishop relied on the obscurity of the compartment and the fact that most would never even suspect its existence. Adding in traps would likely be a poor choice at that point.

Her head tilted as he started to speak. She knew that what she was after existed. She just hoped that it was in the hidden cache and that she wouldn't have to search further to find it. Between that and her fun with the priest, she wasn't certain there would be enough time. As always, she kept it's passage in the back of her mind. There was a timetable to be observed, and she wasn't going to let a little fun get in the way of her mission. "Oh, I'm going to turn it over to the ones who commissioned for me to acquire it, of course. That is the job description, after all," she said, teasing him. "They, however, have much loftier goals than I. Though, I do take a certain amount of pleasure at what I know of their plans. But if you want to know more about them, you'll have to seek them out yourself," she told him, wondering if perhaps he might not actually be useful as a double agent. She shook her head at the thought; he was far too honest to every get away with such a secret.

She was about to retort that she wouldn't need his help to leave any more than she needed it to get in, but she let him keep talking, wondering what else he might have to say. She'd gotten so much out of life by letting others speak, and this time was proving to be no different. "Well, if the thing I seek isn't actually here, then I have no reason to take anything else; these rooms are decorated befitting a bishop. If he has anything worth the taking, it would be tucked away far from this room and any other place known to be his. When we do find what I'm seeking, however, I will be taking it to the ones who hired me. You're free to come along, of course," she said in amusement, wondering how such a meeting would go down. She moved up close to him again, taking great amusement in the way her proximity was making him squirm. "But I will most decidedly make use of that favor. In fact, I already know what I'd like it to be. It's something easy that you can do for me without even leaving this room," she said, making it sound like she was doing him a favor by making what she wanted easy on him. She didn't lay it on too thick, however; she wanted him to commit to granting it before she revealed what, exactly, it was that she wanted.

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The thief seemed to revel in the idea of whatever it was her 'client' planned to do with whatever she took back, and since she didn't seem the religious type, he could only assume it was either something blasphemous, blackmail, or something that could damage the church. Dangerous as they sounded, if she was right about what the drawer contained, they could be an invaluable ally. While the idea of working from the shadows weighed heavily on his conscience, there wasn't much he'd be able to do within the church, especially not knowing who he could trust. If she was right, his best bet was to go with her, and at least learn the intentions of her employer.

All the same, Anton hesitated at her comment, glancing about the room. It seemed like a poor idea to make a deal with a thief without knowing what it might be that she wanted. She had one point, however, there wasn't much in the room in the way of riches, at least not that he'd seen, the favor likely wasn't to ransack the place. Most likely, his best guess was that she'd want him to cause a distraction, or let her knock him out for the guards to discover, which could actually help his case tremendously as well. "Alright, it's a deal then." She could practically feel the caution in his tone as he spoke, after which he pulled open the drawer.

With a thunk, an object rolled to the head of the drawer. It was a small black stone, perhaps an Onyx, with Naidé's symbol carved in the surface. A thin, silver threading ran all all along the surface of the stone, impossible to pull away, and crossing over the symbol. If the symbol weren't partially obscured, Anton would have assumed it was just another holy symbol, not unlike his own. Picking it up gave him a chill. Placing it aside on the desk, Anton turned his attention to the pair of small books stored underneath, picking up the first one in the stack and flipping through it.

"This is... it's not really a ledger..." he commented, flipping through the pages. Each page was nearly the same, a date at the top for each new week, and series of names of individuals or family surnames, each with a number written after it. "These can't be tithes, they're usually donated in increments... these all end randomly... 32... 16..." Anton paused as he got to a page. "Anton... 8, Ploughman... 65, medicinal herbs..." he glanced over at the thief. "It's a list of what people spend at the greengrocer." He was so taken by the first book he had yet to even reach for the second.

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Silk waited as the priest considered his options. There was definitely something on his mind, and she was going to use both his suspicions and his distraction to her every advantage. She had no idea what it was he thought she might want from him, but she couldn't help but grin even wider as he agreed to her deal. But her designs on the man were put on hold as he slipped the hidden drawer out of it's space, her eyes hungrily taking in what was revealed.

Holding back with some effort, she let him be the first to touch the object that was inside of it along with the books. She picked it up from the place he'd set it, intending to appraise it's potential value based only on it's material components. But the moment her fingers touched it, a shiver rand down her back, making the fur on her tail bristle. The magic in the object was strong, and something about it make her whiskers itch. She reached into her small pouch and brought out a piece of cloth that she carried for when her job required the handling of artifacts and wrapped it gently around the thing before slipping it into another pouch and sealing it away.

She had no idea at all what the thing was, only that it bore the symbol of the goddess the church purported to follow and was magical. Those two facts alone would make it of interest to those who hired her. Who knew; perhaps it would be even more valuable than the ledger. Speaking of the ledger, she returned her attention to the priest as he started reading out the entries. Her brow went up as he identified the items as an accounting of another sort entirely. "Oh, my. Now what on earth could a bishop need with such a list, and why would he choose to then hide it in his personal rooms?" she asked in a mock-innocent tone as she plucked the book from his hand and perused the entries, wondering if his name was among those listed and which one it was.

[Assistant]
"Hey!" Anton put up only the smallest protest as she plucked the ledger from his hand. In truth, he was nearly done with it by the time she'd taken it anyway, and his interest had already shifted to the remaining book in the drawer, the last item it contained. Picking it up, he flipped through it. Just as before, the book contained a series of individual and family names, followed by numbers. Unlike the first, his name wasn't listed among them, nor were the other priests, the bishop, as well as a few others. Every few pages, a name would be written in red. Flipping to the final entry in the book, Anton found the name he was seeking. "Ploughman... 23." Was written in red. Flipping back a few pages, it was the same red for what he could only assume a few weeks.

Anton's heart sunk. Putting the two books together, he had a decent idea of what was happening. It was exactly as he feared; if a family was spending 'too much' at the grocer and not enough on their tithe, they were denied services such as his healing artes. "I... I can't believe this..." He barely muttered it as he let the book rest at the table, looking at the thief. "How have we even kept the favor of Naidé?" Looking back at her, he pushed the book in her direction. "Take it." He said with a sigh, looking back over the Bishop's desk. "Where's Naidé's symbol?" He asked, having been too absorbed in the ledger to notice her tuck the symbol away. The symbol was unlike any he'd seen as a priest, and he could only hope it would shed some light on how the church still held favor with the goddess.

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Despite having taken the book from him, the contents weren't such that Silk could relate to it. She knew too few people of the town to be able to associate them with the names in the book, though the priest had already made it's import clear. She was tucking it into the pouch that had been prepared to take the ledger as she turned her attention to him once more as he perused the book that was the likely target of her intrusion, letting her fingers perform the familiar steps without her conscious guidance.

She almost felt sorry for the man as she watched as the hope he had harbored that he wouldn't find what he had found was utterly snuffed out by the reality of the situation. But she also knew an opportunity when she saw one. This was a good man who had just discovered that he was working for bad people. And he was a man who was willing to take risks to confirm his suspicions as opposed to sitting idly by while his superiors abused their power. He would be of value to her employers, she had no doubt. She would have to tread lightly. But not too lightly, she though with a grin. Her fingers deftly plucked the book from him as he offered it. She was thankful that he chose to let her take it without an argument. There was no way he could really stop her, of course, but he could make things more difficult than they had to be, and she preferred her jobs to have a limited number of surprises.

She made a show of tucking the second book in withe the first, loosening a tie that would allow the pouch to expand to hold both and still be securely closed. As she did so, she slipped the symbol out, not letting him see where she had tucked it and would tuck it again. "Do you have some insight as to what it does?" she asked, letting the cloth fall away, insulating her hand from its touch as she offered to let him take it from her. She was certain that her employers had some who knew the goddess' ways among their ranks, but a priest still within the fold might be able to provide valuable insight and she was never one to pass up the opportunity for free information.

[Assistant]
"None..." Anton admitted as he took the object from her, giving a slight involuntarily shiver as he did, so subtly even he may not have noticed it. Reaching into his shirt, he pulled off a necklace, comparing the symbol he wore to the one etched in the stone. The symbol he wore was cast from silver, polished to a mirror finish. Compared to the one etched in black stone, it was absolutely radiant. "It's Naidé's symbol, to be sure, though it's covered here..." he pointed out where the silver threading that wound the stone overlapped the symbol. "It has to be a holy symbol... the same as I'd use to invoke my powers. It must just be a more powerful one..."

He laid both the stone and his pendant on the bishops desk, unsure he'd ever pick up either again. "I just... I don't see how the Naidé I know could condone this, how it could be allowed to continue. I feel... I don't know how to describe it..." for a moment, he said nothing else, trying to form the words in his head. After a while, he simply gave up.

"Well, I'm not about to destroy my own integrity as well. A promise is a promise, and I can't stay here anyway. Not anymore." For several reasons at that. Even if he wasn't letting the woman loot the place with him being the last known person in it, he couldn't bring himself to stay, knowing what he knew. With a sigh, he turned his full attention to the thief. "So what would you have me do?"

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Silk nodded at his admission that he didn't know what the object did. Magic of that sort was not typically associated with their order, which was part of the reason she thought it would be especially valuable to her employers. She noted the way he shivered as he made contact with it, and it only strengthened her resolve to see it in the hands of those who would better know what it was and how it worked. There was something dark at work here; far worse than mere corruption, it would seem. She contemplated his own symbol, curious at how it seemed to shine next to the one that had been hidden. She let her fingers trail over the one he'd worn, and noted the sense of comfort it seemed to exude.

She listened as he spoke, considering her options. Several of the ideas she'd originally had she discarded out of hand, though not all of them. There was still fun to be had, even if he might not initially agree. Turning, she took up the clean pendant and moved, reaching around his neck to fasten it back into place, pressing up against him in so doing, on her toes to make up somewhat for their differences in height. "Well, first off, is there a way you can stay? The people need you. I think even your goddess might need you. If you think you can stay safe, it would be best if you were to stay at your post and act as an agent from the inside. But that will be for you to decide and do or not do on your own, not for me or for those with whom I work," she finished.

She maintained the contact, leaning into him further, not letting him slip away from her as her grin turned coy. "As for my favor, I want something far less dangerous from you," she told him before pulling herself up and nuzzling her cheek to his, brushing the soft fur and whiskers against his skin and enjoying his reaction to her apparently sudden advance.

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She had a point that the people of the town needed someone who genuinely cared for their well being, but it hardly made Anton comfortable with the idea of staying within the walls of the convent. Before, he wouldn't have been quite as concerned, he wouldn't expect the church to take drastic measures over a petty theft, but he'd also been sure the church would never had been taxing citizens through tithes, or denying abilities such as his to families that couldn't pay. As it was, he was no longer sure about anything when it came to the church, what they were capable of, or what they would do to protect what they'd built. He hated to admit it, but he was a bit scared. All of that, however, quickly became a thought in the back of his head as the thief pressed herself into him to resecure his holy symbol to his neck.

She could feel the shiver in his body as she brushed against his cheek. His arms raised for a moment, almost wrapping around her before instead clenching at the cloth of his robes in protest. Despite his resistance, she was close enough to feel the effect she was having on him as a bulge in his robes grew, pressing and throbbing against her thigh. "You don't need to do this, you've already curtailed my favor..." Anton practically whimpered as his body betrayed his desire. He seemed to think that she was only attempting to seduce him to ease a further favor out of him. After all, he was little more than a simple priest, not some fine catch, and even then, his identity as a priest was thrown into question. There was nothing in him that, in his mind, she could possibly still want, outside of the favor he'd already promised. "What is it that you're after? you'll have it..." he whispered as she stayed close, his hands nervously bunching fabric in his palms.