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Morningstar BOT 02-Dec-22 09:30 AM
TW: Manipulation, abuse, gore, blackmail, trauma, sex, violence and drugs
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Morningstar BOT 02-Dec-22 10:17 AM
There was an apple in his mouth when he heard the sound of the gate open. Two gates as tall as a skyscraper swung open as an armed contingent stomped into his home, one that soon became awash in fire as he roared. Flames could not harm this place, nor would any measly tricks. Some things didn’t like the fire and ran out, but they too were unharmed. No the only thing capable of any real damage was already upon them. With silvery fangs and gleaming red eyes, he descended upon them in the form of a large panther. Snarling and ripping, he tore through their flesh, their armor, like butter. Hot gusts of air left his black lips and past glistening fangs. The beast leaped into the air and became a vortex of black air. A whirlwind whipped around the glades as he landed on his feet, crouched as an angry Lion. Growling lowly, he turned around and strode past the shivering bodies, through the muttered exhales of dying men. She was waiting for him. With a low purr, the beast came near and rubbed his face on her cheek. The fur rubbed on her skin tenderly, his cheek rolling in a massage. He absentmindedly grunted and licked his mouth, as well as the surroundings leisurely. Once clean of the blood, he turned to her and licked her shaking fingers, the ones grasping the sword. Purring, he licked it out of her hands and seemed to rumble appreciatively as it clattered to the floor. Remaining friendly, the beast shut its red eyes and licked her palm. When the beast came back, she was shoved into the ground as a human voice laughed. Pinning down her wrists and staring into her eyes was a man with startlingly clear eyes. Honest and unafraid, he grinned at her with those cold blue eyes. There was something chilling about the warm of his smile and the frost in his gaze. It matched the chill of the dying men and the cold now clinging to the corpses. Leaning down, he brought his face to hers with a low growl “You’re different now, did you change your face again or are you one of Amphet’s…”
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Morningstar BOT 02-Dec-22 10:33 AM
Turning away, he seemed deeply disgruntled with the fact she held the artifact and got up. Without looking back, the gates slammed shut and let loose a deafening roar. Trying not to laugh, he plucked a grape bunch from a nearby tree and came back, plopping down besides her. Crossing his legs, he pulled her head into his lap and plucked a grape, offering it to her by pressing it against her lips with a finger “Did you bring me a present?” Most of his visitors were hers. His face became frightening as he thought of that woman. That damned witch had to die. Struggling to stay calm, he lays the grapes between her clothed mounds. Cupping her cheeks with his palms, he hunched over and bent down to stare closer into her eyes “Do you know what I want?” His eyes seemed to travel over her, rather lustfully, he traced her lips and smiled “Flesh.” A bloody tongue slipped out to lick her cheek. Suddenly, he seemed to become angry as he grabbed her throat and twisted her up to him. With her legs in his lap, her chest pressed against him, he holds her lower back roughly. Firmly gripping her throat, that iron vice squeezed slowly as he whispered into her ear “Amphet didn’t say? You don’t get to leave.” His words were damning, mocking as he nipped her ear and cut it with his sharp fang. A small nick stole a piece of her peace, his fangs sharp enough to shred her if she flinched. Rather gently, he bit the top of her and sucked tentatively. Done with the soft greeting, he pushed her from his lap and grabbed her hand to raise them together when he stood up. Turning around, he led her to the woods, his red tunic fluttering regally in the wind. One time it flew up enough for her to see he wore a leather jacket over his shaft. An oddly perverted thing to wear but something he had to because Amphet was jealous of others seeing him. He didn’t like her and tried to get away, but those doors were made to never open from the inside. This girl was interesting, something that made him smile.
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Celeste Sinclaire BOT 02-Dec-22 12:18 PM
I should be looking over tactics, delegating.. not directing them.. The irritation in her head from her own voice had been what brought her back to herself. Her team, small and elite fighters had been chosen to venture towards the unknown, a mysterious artifact guiding them towards gates that had previously been locked. When they had gotten close enough, and the woman made to inspect the doorway further, her and her men had been sucked inside, tumbling head over heels like Alice traveling to wonderland. Now, she stood and tried to dust herself off, looking around at the topiaries and garden like maze they found themselves in. Where are we? What is this place? She had wondered, moving her silvery hair out of her face and taking in her surroundings. The scream of fright from one of her men snapped her attention back from where it had been to where the alarm had sounded. One by one a beast, black as night was destroying her men, leaving them gasping and bleeding to die slowly and painfully on the ground. While trained in combat, she was inexperienced. Celeste was more one to plan the attack, to delegate it out to the troops, not to be on the front lines. It happened so quickly, there was no orders she could give no commands that could be made. Her entire team, small as it was, lay strewn about and now she stood face to face with the murderous big cat that had moved it's way towards her. Her immediate instinct was to back away, taking a step or two before her boots of her black and white uniform caught on the ground and sent her down again. She wouldn't survive this. This cursed thing, this object that the diggers had found surely only brought them to their death. Sacrificial lambs for slaughter to a beast just waiting for them. Instead though, she heard the low purring sound, and shivering at it, the woman felt the strength of this lion against her cheek. It took everything in her to stay seated and not to be shoved over. It had been purely reactionary, her swor
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d drawn but never used, shaking a little before the hilt slipped out of her fingers and clattered to the ground in a metallic melody. Her hand went to grab at it, but it just tumbled a bit out of reach. It seemed to taste her, Celeste feared a little, the gentle licking and purring like it had completed the main course of her men and she was to be dessert. Instead of paws and snarling teeth, she found that a man appeared faster than she could blink, holding her wrists and pinned her down. Those scarlet eyes looked back into the chilling blue he had a look of confusion on her face. "One of Amphet's..? What are you talking about? Who are you? " A quiet defiance at the sudden appearance of him, though he seemed to just laugh, remove himself and then return with grapes. All of this was confusing, she didn't even know where to start, all the while still glancing around as if that lion would appear again. Celeste had managed to begin to sit herself up, only for him to pull her back again. What was with him? Who was he? There were too many questions she didn't have answers to, so she decided to focus on information gathering especially when he began asking her things, and tried to force feed her. "N-No thank you...." She murmured turning her head so she could deny the grape against her lips, wondering what he had previously meant. Brought a present? No; she had brought her team and he or his pet or something had slaughtered them. .
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"Do you know what I want?" "I imagine you'll tell me." She hadn't the foggiest idea what he wanted, only having just met this man moments ago though she could tell by the way he looked at her exactly what he was thinking he wanted. Dream on.. Was the first thought that came to mind, though a shiver ran through her at his answer. Celeste didn't have time to react more than grasping at his hand when he lifted her up by her neck. The woman struggled as best she could, her fingers holding his wrist in a reaction to his hold on her. Again he brought up a name she didn't recognize, and she only had the ability to quietly shake her head in his grasp when he asked his question. I... I don't get to leave? You can't keep me here! She thought angrily, wondering what on earth had made her deserving of a prison sentence like this. A gasp escaped her soft pink lips, wincing at the biting and the fangs on her ear before finally she inhaled deeply when he seemed done with her and pushed her off his lap. One hand on her throat finally released, she attempted escape, to stand and leave. Where would she go, she had no idea, which was probably why there was a moment of hesitation that he took advantage of. Dragging her with him through a wooded area. She knew better than to fight her new captor, chalking up what had happened now as the moments passed as a trap. This thing she carried had whisked her and her team away, and he was her warden it seemed. Instead of focusing on his wardrobe or the inappropriateness of it, she instead became the tactician she was, taking in her surroundings, making a mental map of the area, looking for possible escape routes if any where to exist at all. It was a fascinating place if not daunting and frightening in it's mystery at least. @Deleted User
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Morningstar BOT 02-Dec-22 12:51 PM
The beast was unaware of what she might be thinking or what she said. Only someone with Amphet’s permission could enter this place. If she had survived the maze, and been able to open her mana veins, he may have found rage. She was, as he saw it, some plaything Amphet had snatched for him to enjoy. Whatever she thought he made them do, was far from the reality of the situation. Grumbling, he pulled her into a clearing. There was a circle of grass, a patch on land in the center of those thick redwood trees. Licking his lips, he turned back to her and smiled “Apples!” His hand stretched out to point towards the small group of baskets in the center. It seemed that the being had left them to hold the aforementioned apples. Turning his head back, he strode forward and hummed a tune to himself. His singing was more musical growls, soft and pitched right but certainly not gentle. Laughing, he gathered up the baskets and brung the hand he held to hold the basket. When he noticed she seemed reluctant to help he pouted. Taking the basket back, he seemed upset she didn’t want to help. Stomping his feet into the ground shook the earth, birds flying into the sky as the entire forest trembled. The remaining four baskets flew up into the air and landed on his head, shoulders and open palms. Grinning widely he gestured with his eyes towards the forest “Come, I need you to help me.” The beast was usually quite bloodthirsty but he liked her eyes. She had a different shade of red, less malicious and rather calm. That thought brought him a smile as he led them through the forest. Animals seemed to watch her in curiosity, displaying a knowing this beast did not. Despite seemingly native to this place, something about him didn’t fit. The ground seemed warmer beneath him and where he stepped, life died. However as soon as he took another step, the dead life would regain color and almost burst with youth. Clearly, this place was a cage that didn’t hold the limits of the outer world.
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When the trees finally seemed to fade as thinner and shorter variants overtook their brighter, thicker counterparts. Struggling to remain calm he rushed forth and laughed as he jumped up. In a quick show of his skill, he spun and struck the tree. Wanting to impress her, he ran around the tree so fast that his form became darkness. That inky darkness seemed to become thicker as the sound of apples hitting each other filled the surroundings. When his feet came to a stop he was still balancing those wide woven baskets on his head, shoulders and palms. Filled to the brim with apples, he set the full baskets down against the bark of a tree and sat against a nearby rock. Crossing his feet, he smoothed the toga over his legs and sighed. With a lazy grin he tossed her an apple and put a hand behind his head as he leaned back against the rock. Shutting his eyes he pointed at the apple “Peel.” Waiting to hear the sound of apple skin being sliced, he frowned as she didn’t seem to understand “Use the knife over there and cut the apple.” The one shiny she had was entertaining, pointlessly round and pointy. How would she cut this apple? Seemingly disinterested, he leaned over as his eyes seemed to grow dangerous. The beast licked it’s lips and purred lowly, what noise would she make when he peeled off her skin? Disgusted with himself for being so greedy and plagued by bad urges, he waited for her to start. When the sound of peeling started to softly curl into his ear, he finally released a sigh. Not many of his sins were voluntary rather than reactions to abuse. Being attacked was common but he had committed a sin by draining their bodies of life. The people he had hurt were too many to be seen with even the eye of a God. There was no end to the sins that followed his being, nor one to end the lack of remorse in his heart. Life was life and he learned by living in here that every soul he cut up meant something.
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Morningstar BOT 02-Dec-22 01:05 PM
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Celeste Sinclaire BOT 02-Dec-22 03:30 PM
As she was lead through the forested area and finally into a clearing, Celeste took in everything that was around her. While some things seemed familiar like woodland critters and certain plants. This place held a familiar but mysterious vibe to it, and as they came to that clearing she was slowly beginning to see that she wasn't anywhere that she could find on a map. All she knew at the moment was that other than the man that lead her on, she was quite alone in this place and there was not enough information for her to really formulate a plan yet. Her brows furrowed a little and she waved the basket she was given away. What was she supposed to do with that? I'm not some servant... She thought, keeping a close watch on his movements and what he said while also surveying this new area. It was just something she was accustomed to doing. Any new territory she found, she did what she could in order to understand it better. He seemed to almost throw a tantrum at her refusal, stomping his feet angrily before gathering the rest of the baskets. It would be a lie to say that this didn't alarm Celeste, as she was quite a bit shorter and the last thing she wanted was to upset this unknown man who'd dragged her away and seemed to be the only other sentient life here. Need me to help you... with what? She thought, walking in silence otherwise as they came to an orchard. Those scarlet eyes couldn't help watching the earth under his feet die and spring back to life anew with each step he took. This was confirming a bit more for her; she absolutely was not anywhere she knew of or read about. Celeste wasn't even sure anymore if she was even on earth with how the flora and fauna were behaving here. The thought had pulled her attention, her mind wandering and trying to work out where she possibly could be if not on earth. It was only brought immediately back when an apple was tossed at her, her hands reaching out instinctively to try and catch the thing. It bobbled a little in
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her hands before she caught it and heard the instructions he gave her. Now she was to peel these apples he'd collected? "And what if I don't..." She grumbled a little. She wasn't his slave, as far as she was aware of course. Celeste didn't even know his name. Did he have a name? Did this Place have one? Before any other question could come out, her gaze moved back towards his face and the look of danger he gave her. Best... Best do as he asks... I'll think while I do this I guess... Just play along til I can figure it out... Her hands opened palms out, the universal signal of surrender before she picked up the blunt looking knife, doing her best to peel the fruit in front of her. "Fine... Fine I'll.. I'll do my best..." Tirelessly in silence Celeste worked on the stupid apples he'd demanded she peel and cut. The knife she had was no where near sharp enough and she groaned to herself that she didn't have something better. Time passed and when finished, she threw the last one in with the rest, the sun down and a cool darkness falling across the wood and clearing. She'd been thinking about it the entire day, how to get back. Thinking perhaps if she got back to the gate she could get it open, head home. Report back to her superiors to never go near them again. For fear of being attacked or made to peel apples. When she believed him asleep, not knowing better of it, Celeste slowly got to her feet as silently as she could. She knew better than to make too much noise by running immediately. Instead, she kept to the shadows and slipped back through the wood the way they had come. Maybe if I retrace our steps, I can get back... It was a valiant thought, only interrupted when she heard him shout for her to run faster. He clearly thought she had escaped by running away instead of methodically trying to find her way back as quickly and quietly as she could. .
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Without much other option, hearing the branches crack and leaves rustle with his advance, Celeste took off at a sprint. She wasn't the fastest, nor the most physically gifted. She was valued for her tactical skills, her ability to think out her problems until she could rectify them. Each time she heard the snap of a twig behind her, her heart pounded. She leapt over downed trees, around bushes and bramble, trying not to feel the fear of being caught by God knows what or by the man advancing on her. She pulled branches back and slipped around the trees, never going in a straight line to try and throw him off. I just want to get out of here! Wherever Here is! Her head screamed. The swipe she felt and the tearing fabric of her coat made her arms fall backward for a moment. The coat slipped off immediately. She didn't need it to weigh her down if he was going to slash at her like that. One less thing to slow her down she thought. "Of course I don't WANT to die!" She shouted, suddenly stopped in her escape and gagging as he gripped her throat. "And I... I did peel your... Stupid.. Apples!" She had run because she was afraid. Because she thought perhaps she could find her way back, figure out a way out of this place she had found herself in. A miscalculation perhaps looking back on it. All she could do now, was kick her feet and fight against her assailant. Her hands grabbed at his wrist, pulling as hard as she could for him to release her. Even as hard as she kicked at him and pulled against his grasp on her neck, something inside her told her there was no escaping this. He had declared he would be peeling her, that apparently she wanted to die. What was she supposed to think in that moment? That he was joking? Nothing about him told her that he had a comedic personality, just a demanding one. "Please...don't.." The words were whispered, without the air necessary to make them louder. Those bright red eyes closed tightly feeling his mouth grab hold of her neck. S
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he waited for those fangs again, but they didn't come. What was he playing at? Her head was fuzzy but the feeling she got on her neck was not one that was entirely, unpleasant. The suckling wasn't without pain but there was a slight pleasurable sensation with it that made Celeste whine quietly. Her kicking slowed, just trying to keep her head. Th-Think... Think damn you... do Something... She shouted in her head. Her pulling at his wrist hadn't worked to release her, so she tried a different tactic. One hand still held to that wrist, while her other hand reached behind her to find his face. Her fingers found his forehead and hairline, using her palm to push against him in an attempt to pry him off of her. She pushed with everything she had, just trying to get him to release her. And even with that Celeste wasn't sure if that would be enough. Losing the strength in her arm, it eventually fell away from him, her fingers quietly gliding down the side of his face before falling completely down. She was in a strange place, with a strange being who asked strange things of her, and all she knew she tried to bring breath to her lungs was that she was at his mercy. @Deleted User
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Morningstar BOT 02-Dec-22 05:47 PM
The night had made him irritable and with a grumble he let her go. The beasts lips departed and that pleasant whine seemed to leave her breath. However as she touched the ground, he snatched her up by the ankles with a snicker. Clicking his tongue, he brought her in a new direction. Stalking forth in that direction for about a hundred meters led him to a river. Turning to the right along that river brought him up the stream. There he found two stones and threw them into the river. Unlike the other rocks, these were spherical and perfidy smooth. The water parted as a portal seemed to open in the water. Dropping her in, he followed after and sighed as they landed softly thanks to the way the portal’s distribution. Safely gripping the stone with his toes, he led her down this odd grey tunnel. Soon they came to steps, ones that led down so far it was dark. Bringing her close to his chest, he gently put her down and gripped her shoulder tight “Walk slow. One foot in front of the other.” A claw found it’s way to the top of her side, nestled in the dip of her midsection. Gliding down with effortlessly leisure, the beast took a whiff of the bruise he’d made on her neck “Stop being so stiff. *You’re smarter than that.” The chuckle was cruel but she had earned his scorn for daring to leave. Making her march into the dark depths was therapeutic and extremely pleasing to his ruined humor. For every step she took, his hand would touch her in the dark. At first it was only the heated heated pad of his forefinger dragging against the tips of her fingers. Each step granted her the appreciative trail of his finger, the searing line of passion grew in intensity as he kissed the back of her shoulder. Making sure she couldn’t stumble and fall from surprise, his hand splayed over tummy while she was brought close. With a hearty laugh and a pat on her belly he let her walk once again. The duration of their walk was more than long, it was exhausting. His hands had seemed to grown in
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boldness, rubbing his palms on her shoulders and creeping ever lower to her hands. Each step made his finger drum against her shoulder as hd pressed down while sliding. Preferring to stay calm and not excite himself, the poor thing was toyed with as he stopped her with a squeeze to the bicep. The beast seemed to grow dissatisfied with their lack of contact and took to grabbing her hips. Morningstar’s left hand sensually pressed down into her flesh and ran up to her stomach. Biting her ear gently as his hand squeezes over her stomach, he pushed her into his crotch. The leather covering made the already angry thing an entire brick. Refusing to give into his lust, he grinned as his right hand ran up and over her breast. Something about the way her breast filled his cupped palm made him excited. Grabbing her throat, he squeezed in pulses as his thumb slid up under her chin. Beneath her hips lay his heated crotch, pressing into the smaller woman demandingly “I hate bad girls. You aren’t bad… right?” His words were whispered into her ear with that same detached joy that slaughtered her teammates. Shaking his head, he seemed to grow disappointed with the fact she was weak. In reality, the weaker she was the wider the smile on his heart. Not even the beast’s dead spirit would accept being chained anywhere, fighting made his blood hot. Something about her made him hit in a different way, his body growing heated with every ragged shudder that left his lips. Sucking back his drool, he grabbed her sides and slid his hands up until he was holding her sides. The creature’s fingers curled as his claws dug into her skin and marked her with soft incisions. Lifting her up, he brings her back against his chest and grumbles as he makes her run along his body. When they finally reached the bottom, she was still in his hands being used to warm his muscles like a heat pack. Throwing her into his arms, he held her bridal style and walked them down a wide, polished and furnished stone hall.
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Morningstar BOT 03-Dec-22 12:15 AM
Pressing his fangs to the top of her head was a threatening move that ended with a soft kiss. She was a hard creature to deny, still he didn’t have any thoughts of anything but falling asleep. His jaw dropped and his head rolled back as he yawned, hugging her tight as he moaned in exhaustion. After a few minutes they came to a pair of black doors, mahogany. Licking his lips, he kicked the doors open and strode inside as they swung open easily. She was light and he hadn’t even noticed her struggles once she saw the pit of pillows. His bed was sunk in the ground, walled off into a circle and filled with strewn blankets. The bed seemed to resemble the resting area of a beast rather than human. Struggling to stay awake, he brought her with him onto the bed as the doors shut. Dropping down into the pit and getting comfortable, she was kept by his side like a stuffed animal. When he had finished making the pillows into a large headrest she drew his attention again. The heat from his body was lewdly comforting, the type of sense he had made his body react quickly. Grabbing her throat softly, he brought her back into his chest and wrapped a leg over hers. Shifting in the bed, he rubbed his harnessed prick against her ass and laid a kiss on her shoulder “Stupid girl, you can’t leave without me~” They had spent some time together and he had come to like her. She did what he said without violence, he enjoyed being around a soft, blood packed, flesh bag. Snarling, his hand pulled her jaw down to the bed and forced her cheek to bind against the pillow. Groaning, he sealed his lips on the end of her jaw and left a smooch for each step he took up her jaw. Licking her jaw, he moaned softly as he whispered “You taste so good.” That last word had a deep craving, a hunger for naughty things and a bad ability to tempt his partners for leisure. Arriving at the cluster of nerves on her jaw cause his mouth to drool as he latched on. Holding her gaze, he made sure that one of her eyes
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Morningstar BOT 03-Dec-22 12:39 AM
received a kiss to the brow for behaving so well. Then he have her cheek an endearing suckle and kissed back down her face to lick beneath her jaw. His other hand covered her stomach and squeezed, punishing her for being so attractive. There weren’t many gifts Amphet gave him that looked any good. Grinning, he bit her jaw tenderly and suckled eagerly. He supposed Amphet imagined that he reenacted whatever unsavory favor she earned on her presents. Incorrect. Rather, as he tasted Celeste’s sweet sweat and fresh terror, he grew his rage in unison. That harness prevented him from getting hard, holding back his balls and completely shielding his erection in leather. Passion made his tongue drip with sickly sweet words, his hips rolling against her for everything she wouldn’t give. Panting under her jaw, he tried his best to stop rubbing and squeezing her tummy. But his lips got more aggressive, clamping over her neck and sucking hard as he slowly lowered the tempo. Pulling the side of her neck between his jaws, his teeth teased her into a red heat. The hand on her stomach had taken to running over her chest gently. He didn’t pretend to not touch her but rather didn’t squeeze, preferring to make her beg. Though she probably wouldn’t. Shaking his head while he held her neck made his fangs sink into her flesh and blood drenched his lips. Pulling back to lick the blood from his lips, he cleaned her neck with soft groans. The beast was clearly a pet, something restrained and more powerful than it should be. Strength left him as he pulled off, whining lowly as he rubbed his cheek against hers and then the side of her head “Stay. I… want someone.” To hold. The unfinished part of his sentence and the sad truth. This beast seemed to want nothing more than a night or rest and some pleasure. Considering he had killed her friends a while back, he doubted she liked him. But it was okay.
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Morningstar BOT 03-Dec-22 12:54 AM
He loved playing and decided to prove it by sliding his hands down her body, squeezing her inner thighs “Warm thing~ You’re so tempting!” He laughed as he gave her ear a kiss “Better hope I don’t-“ A hand moved up to her crotch, holding it in his hand to enjoy the heat she seemed to emit. Her core was cupped, squeezed gently as his thumb stroked up and down the seam of her pants “-indulge.” He liked the way she responded with her body, but couldn’t find her forgiven now that he knew she was clueless. Well, educating such a tiny thing wouldn’t lead to anymore than his pleasure. Squeezing her pussy sensually, his palm kneaded as he teased her clit with his thumb. Despite her clothes his roughness carried through and penetrated her flesh to connect their bodies carnally. Struggling to not move his hips, he bucked against her involuntarily and whined needily. There was something about her noises that burned him up on the inside. Gasping for touch, he turned her around and made her look at him. Grabbing her hands, he brought them to his stomach and pulled her soft palm against his abs. Trying to not be overwhelming, he made her mover her hands before he shut his eyes and started panting. Bucking, he seemed to enjoy the belly rub immensely. His shoulders shook as his hands clutched in her hair. Bringing her forehead to rest against his chest, he turned his lips to her ear and moaned softly into her ear. Every full rub earned him a groan and when she went fast he moaned lewdly. It seemed that touching his belly was an easy way to please him but from the way he gripped her hair it was clear he needed it. Their cuddled forms seemed to be doing other things under those red silk covers, her arms moving as his hips bucked. Lewd was a kind word for how indecent they appeared to be. @💜𝓕𝓲𝓸𝓻𝔂💜
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Celeste Sinclaire BOT 03-Dec-22 04:37 PM
The day had felt like it had just happened yesterday. Watching her team decimated by beasts and herself stolen away in a strange place that made very little sense to her by the only figure who seemed to own the area. Knew his way around. He had made her his toy in a way. She had been dragged along like an unwilling friend. Back to his home and the garden and the inner sanctuary of the maze she found herself in now That was about a month or so ago. It was hard to tell. Time seemed to pass differently here in this realm Celeste had noticed. The memory of it came to her when he had dropped her to the ground this evening during her latest attempt at escape. It had resulted in him catching her, like he usually did, and choking her under the moon’s light. Once she had been dropped to the ground Celeste gasped loudly, sucking in air desperately with zero fight left when he began dragging her back. It was worth a try… The thought was dejected, defeated. She had tried so many times by this point to find her way back home. Find her way out of this maze, out of this garden dotted prison. Her uniform was torn, merely a shadow of the pristine press it had been before. He’d made sure that it was no longer easy to tell what it used to be. .
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How would they go back to his home tonight? What new terrifying way was he going to show her. Every night seemed the same, a new route to his home. A new path opened up and another closed. It’s what made it so difficult for her to figure out where exactly she was and how to orient herself. Perhaps that was the point. Tonight by her ankle she was dragged, but Celeste just took the opportunity to catch her breath. It had been a valiant effort, but she was beginning to see the pointlessness of it all. She even was beginning to forget what her team looked like, their faces a blur in her mind. Their names sometimes even escaping her memory. Maybe that was another trick of this realm she found herself in. The river and stream sounds gave her a little bit of a start, only to come out in a startled yell when he nonchalantly tossed her through that portal. It wasn’t the first time and likely wouldn’t have been the last time he did that. Can’t he just… open a door like normal or something!? She thought bitterly, finding herself on the ground when he leapt in behind her, quietly standing and attempting to brush herself off. He had lead her onward, though she hesitated at the darkness of the tunnel and steps she was expected to traverse. His instructions to walk slowly made sense at least to her. She could barely see in front of her face and for a moment she was almost glad of the support he provided so she wouldn’t fall. Still she also expected that he would also just let her fall if she wasn’t too careful. It was followed up with a gentle kiss on her shoulder, one that tonight held a new bruise he’d made. It wasn’t, completely horrible here, if only it wasn’t so restricting. .
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“Hey! I…I can’t w-walk if you’re going to keep grabbing at me like that.” She snapped at him, a groan following her stern words when he manipulated her body back into him. Her body shivered visibly when she felt his hand on her throat again. Hadn’t he had enough choking her? Not that she necessarily hated it anymore. The rough way he handled her was becoming more and more a welcome occurrence to her, though she would never admit that aloud to him. Mostly for fear it would excite him more. “I’m… You know I’m not.” Her words were muttered indignantly. She was good, at least, that’s how she always saw herself. Always on time, always poised, collected and calm. Even sweet when he wasn’t just taking what he wanted from her. That and she had learned by this point that these ‘bad girls’ he didn’t like, didn’t sound nearly as sweet as she did. Celeste recognized he liked it when she whined or when she moaned. Bad girls didn’t sound so tantalizing. Not that Celeste had any control over how her body reacted and sounded to his constant teasing. It wasn’t long that he had decided she was walking too slow it seemed, and just ended up picking her up and carrying her instead. Sighing, Celeste had put her arms around his neck just to keep herself upright. It kept her stable in his arms, even if it might allow him to enjoy her being so close. .
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The room they entered never seemed to change. The pit of pillows and blankets had been an odd bed to get used to, but after the first few nights, she found that even she thought it could be quite comfortable. Celeste almost didn’t mind the fact that she was basically his sleeping aid in it. Being held on the bed was actually comforting in such an odd place. Tonight was no different, so she just let herself lay down wanting nothing more than to slip into sleep if he would let her. Of course he wouldn’t let her Her hands went back to his, though she was grateful at least that this time his grasp on her throat was a little more gentle. Her smaller frame pulled back so her body pressed against him, her back to his front. A quiet whine slipped out of her mouth while she listened to him chastise her. I’m not stupid… She thought, but the thought was whisked away fairly quickly, feeling him kiss at her jaw and cheek, hearing him groaning in her ear and licking at her. .
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“Just remember I’m not actually food… alright?” The sentence was said more as a tease to him. She heard him say she tasted good before, and while it sent chills through her at first, she now knew that he meant it more sensually than as an actual hungry predator. He wasn’t as hard to read as she initially thought, so tonight knowing all that Celeste just relaxed. She wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon, so she might as well just relax and endure through it. At least he was more or less gentle like this, and his affections weren’t unwelcome. In between his gentle moans and hearty groans, he spoke into her ear his desire for her to stay. Celeste got the feeling that he didn’t mean how it sounded, though where else was she going to go? It wasn’t like she could leave, even if she wanted to. He would just hunt her down again. Just bring her back, and the next time might be more painful than pleasurable. “I’ll… I’ll stay…” Was all she whispered, feeling defeated tonight. The score she kept of how many times she’d tried to escape was surely over double digits by now and she couldn’t recall an exact number. So he’d get his wish. She would stay. Of course this had the effect of exciting him which was not something she wanted to have done. Her face flushed a soft pink that wrapped over her nose quietly, her eyes opening wide even though they were certainly tired when she heard him laugh. It wasn’t like she was trying to be tempting to him. Though his minor threat to her made her scoff a little. .
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“Not like you can… being all locked up the way you are…” It was more a tease at his leather bindings, preventing him from getting hard and holding him back. Why it had been implemented she didn’t know, but she was partially grateful that it was there. Who knows how he’d react and how he would use her if he wasn’t. It was one of the few things she could actually have the upper hand on with him, though she didn’t used it often. He had other ways of course to tease her in return, her legs clamping together around his hand that was now playing at her between her legs. In response she sang out a quiet moan, her back arching and letting her body squirm at his touch. Thankfully the carnal tease didn’t last, and she was quickly flipped around. This she could do at least. She’d done it a couple times staying the nights with him. Her hands were quiet against his chest, gliding easily up and down his body in soft massaging rubs. She would alternate sometimes, moving one hand up the other hand down and then crossing their paths as they switched. Her long silver hair held by him, her forehead leaned against his chest, Celeste just tried to focus on the gentle massage she gave. It would look lewd to anyone paying attention or anyone walking in. But no one ever did. There was never anyone else in this realm. It was like Celeste and Morningstar were the only ones here and the only ones who ever would be. So who else would see this? .
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After a few moments of stroking at him, Celeste decided that she wanted to attempt something else. He liked it when she touched him, and he certainly was more gentle when she did. So she was ready to try an experiment of sorts with him. Making sure to keep one hand on his chest and abdomen so it kept rubbing and massaging at him, her other hand moving quietly up his chest. Her fingers grazed gently over the curve of his neck, her gaze following its trajectory. While he still had a firm hold of her hair on the back of her head, she took this opportunity to tilt her head up to look at him. It wasn’t often that she dared do this, mostly because she preferred to stay away as much as possible. But tonight Celeste decided that she wanted to look at him closer. If he was going to be the only person she would have to interact with, then she thought to at least take him in a bit better than she had. Celeste couldn’t remember the details of her team anymore, so while she didn’t have necessarily like him, she at least recognized that she didn’t hate him either. @Deleted User
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Morningstar BOT 04-Dec-22 12:28 AM
The beast let out a groan as she stroked him expertly, enjoying her soft hands rubbing his hard muscles. Training had to be done, that was the thought that ran across his mind as she stopped stroking him with one hand. Tilting his head, he pouted and whined impatiently. Making a sound of confusion, airy and haughty, he watched her hand with slitted eyes. There was no doubt he was uncomfortable with her hand traveling over his neck. But her eyes made him still, relaxing into he as she rubbed his neck. Purring, he threw his head back and showed her his throat. The part that made him like her grew whenever she touched his throat. Squirming for a while, he could soon no linger stand not having her. Licking his lips and shivering, he tried to not shake as she rubbed his body. Pampering like this always made him happy, comfortable. Refusing to let her control him, he jumped on top of her and panted as he pinned her wrists to the bed. In a tender move, as he leaned down to her wrist a soft kiss landed on her cheek. Only a whisper left his lips as he smooched her ear “You’re annoying but I love when you run.” Holding onto himself, he tried to not speak of his desires. Giving her his weaknesses made his teeth snap in distaste. Biting on the butt of her palm, he moaned and licked down to trace her wrist’s artery. His hips seemed to press into her and his leather harness was clearly exposed as his toga nearly undone. Struggling to not moan loudly, he panted softly against her ear “If. If I let you go, would you return to me?” His eyes seemed worried and troubled, his heart pounding oddly hard as he seemed to seek her answer intently. Biting down on his tongue he scoffed and turned away, before biting her neck angrily. His naked body pressed against her, his back hunching as his hips buck into hers. There was a heat that she tried to deny but he saw it, her pleasure was clear and he loved how honest he could make her. Would she stay like this? Angry and resentful of his eyes.
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Hushing her with his lips, he stole her attention to their lips. No longer in the mood to bully her, he pulled off her lips before smiling and coming back to give her a peck. His forehead leaned against hers as he nuzzled side to side. Their skin rubbed and he seemed to assure her that he would take care of her. Tucking into her neck and panting in short whines, he laps at her neck “Lips~ I… need.” He pulled back and kissed her jaw before sliding his tongue back beneath her jaw. Arriving at the corner of her jaw, he kissed it and sealed his lips around the bone. Passion made him sloppy, his hips angry as his erection seemed to flood and then be forced back down. Wincing, he tried not to make a sound of pain as he covered her body. Repeatedly getting hard and soft was beyond painful, both sexually and literally. Realizing he wouldn’t be able go find relief by being so scary, he decided to tell her by whispering through kisses to her ear “You seemed to enjoy taunting me Celeste.” pushing the leather against her, he growled angrily. His hips started to buck against her crotch harder, staring from pressing beneath and driving up against the curve of her sex. There was a moment where he smothered her against the harness, where he ground against her crotch with his trapped cock. In that moment their eyes locked, heat and desire clearly making this low beast wild “You can help me take of my harness.” His eyes searched hers as he tried to not to groan. Desire was making his throat and voice do things they hadn’t before. Grumbling, he sat back up and straddled her stomach. His harness rested on her belly and between her breasts, a healthy cock waiting to do bad things inside her as it pulsed in its bindings. Feeling angry, he got up on his knees and walked up to hold his crotch over her face. Now his crotch was above her, lewdly displaying all of him. Excluding his large balls, everything else was tied up by leather or bound with thinner strips. Nothing daunted his day
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more than being seen as weak. Struggling to be calm, he grabbed her throat and squeezed “You wouldn’t leave me like this… would you?” There was an edge of misery in his voice, a voice used to not being given help or mercy. It seemed like a cruel device and one that clearly didn’t make his life easier. A buckle lay behind his choked up balls, his breathing short and ragged as he struggled to not be embarrassed. Despite being carnally insatiable and mentally unstable, she made it all seem a bit less painful. As if he had a weight lifted that he had simply gotten accustomed to holding as he spent time alone, she made him feel light. Looking away, he put his head down and muttered in face burning shame “I want to be hard. Strong and thick again.” There was an eagerness that he felt as she seemed to deliberate. This was farther than he thought he’d get, the beast had imagined she would simply deny him. Chewing on his lip, he grabbed his balls and covered them politely. Sometimes he was ashamed to behave so beastly but he had lost all of the emperor like dignity he had. Now, all he was amounted to a God’s sex pet and a lowly mutt begging for his cock to be free. Snarling he squeezed her neck tight and made her feel the terror of choking for only a couple moments. Letting go, he slammed his hands against his chest and roared as he flexed. It was a brutal display of perfection, cut muscle and perfect shapes falling onto an unbreakable skeleton. Panting, his face was scrunched up as he growled lowly. It was clear she didn’t want him to be free. Laying back over her he tried to not blame himself but he did. He shouldn’t have choked her but he did. Biting his lip, he tried to not get frustrated as water pooled in his eyes. He was being a bad boy! Bad! The thoughts of that demon whore’s whip made him nearly alight in fire, heating up against his human aggressively “You want to leave me Celeste, you don’t need me…” Sad with how his night had derailed, he forced his rage into
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his hips and making her need him. Placing a kiss on her shoulder, he bit the uniform covering her skin and tore it away with his teeth. There was nothing stopping the passion in his mouth as he attacked her body with pleasure. The heat from his mouth was corrosive in nature, melting down her resistance with pointlessly intense laps of his tongue. Refusing to stop his tasting, his lips sealed as he stared to suck and mark her body. His hands had grabbed her ass roughly, making them roll before squeezing as a circle gets completed. Why did she have to make him so hot? Having her close made having the harness worse and he truly wanted to be there with her. Why wouldn’t she take it off? Deciding it had just been the wrong moment, he pulled off and whispered into her ear hotly as the bruise swelled redder “Let my body feel good again. Touch me.” He pleaded with guilty eyes, knowing he had been wrong go be so rough but unwilling to admit it. @💜𝓕𝓲𝓸𝓻𝔂💜
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Celeste Sinclaire BOT 04-Dec-22 09:49 PM
Celeste’s hand had just made it to the underside of his chin, lightly caressing at his skin over his throat as if carefully memorizing his features through touch when he shifted and leapt on top of her. Her hands immediately came up to her face, trying to shelter herself or hide, though his actions soon lulled her into a false sense of security. Pinned, her breathing became a bit heavier, wondering if her little experiment had really been that bad. He almost looked like he had liked it to her, though perhaps that was the problem. She had excited him. Not necessarily meaning to, but she had all the same. His questions came fairly rapid place, her body squirming under him at the little kisses he made and the licks and softness he shared. One question he asked she actually thought she might be able to answer for him, taking a breath in and stealing her nerve. “I… I don’t have anywhere else to go…So I guess I would..” He had silenced her immediately after that. While he was a bit of a brute, a beast in the way he behaved, Celeste had to admit to herself that she did at least appreciate the kisses he gave. They were soft, sometimes commanding and dominating, but other times they were gentle like the one he gave her now. They usually stole her breath and made her seriously question if she was truly in a hellscape realm or if she perhaps had been whisked away to a kind of heaven. His assurance in that quiet nuzzle, surely felt like he wouldn’t harm her. That he’d take care of her. That nothing would happen to her, which was comforting at least. .
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“I don’t mind taunting you… just a little… for fun I guess… “ Celeste responded to him, letting her fingers rub sweetly at his chest, perhaps in an attempt to apologize herself for having tried something different without his permission. Her words were cut short, replaced by a loud gasp as he decided that toying with her was far more fun than talking with her. He pressed it hard into her, grinding and making her squirm beneath him. He was searching her scarlet eyes for an answer, but all he’d see back was a hidden need behind uncertain eyes. She supposed she could help him out of the harness, but the idea scared her a little. It felt like she would be freeing a wild beast from his cage. He was barely contained as it was; freeing him further just felt like she was asking for trouble. And she wasn’t sure yet if that was the good kind of trouble or not. She probably would have cared for the misery he had in his words, if she wasn’t gasping for air again. His hand on her throat seemed so cruel. Her body thought it was so many different conflicting emotions. Frightening and terror filled for fear that she could be strangled by him at any time. In addition to also feeling almost freeing, almost euphoric. Celeste was conflicted feeling this way, enjoying both the rough and the softness of him. I Can’t Answer you if you choke me.. She thought, her hands moving to his hand around her throat, pleading with begging fingers for him to release her again. Her vision started to blur and she felt her head begin to fuzz a little as he kept hold of her throat, even squeezing it tighter restricting further air from her. Please… Just… let me pass out then… The thought was quiet, defeated and tired of fighting him on this. It felt good to just, surrender she was finding. .
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His roaring voice signaled the release of her throat, a rush of air filling her lungs and a loud gasp slipping past her lips. She lay there panting, letting the world come back into focus again. Even through blurry vision she could appreciate the specimen on top of her, the muscles and how they rippled down him. She had never thought he hadn’t looked nice. It was more Celeste just believed she could get back to her life. Back to her home. She couldn’t really make out what he said, only that he seemed to regret having choked her this time, the look on his face was a little sad. Heavily breathing as he laid down again on top of her, Celeste just let it happen. Perhaps she was thinking about this from the wrong angle. Maybe she needed to be nicer to him. He seemed just as trapped here as she was. And even worse, he was bound painfully. For what reason, she could only guess, but it certainly wasn’t for fun. What was left of her uniform tore easily and she groaned watching the tattered fabric tossed away like a dog had destroyed it. Now she just lay there in her bra and pants, fairly exposed under him with little to no strength to fight him off. Her body flooded with the heat he produced made her cry out in quiet strained whines and a few gently sweet moans. Her voice in comparison to his was a light gentle sensation on the ears. Kind and sweet like clouds caressing him. She could feel him grab at her body, her back arching into him and his movements. She couldn’t help how his heat made her body feel. It was torturous, consciously feeling like she was being forced to adhere to what he wanted, and her body betraying those thoughts and desperately desiring more of what he gave. .
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”Let my body feel good again. Touch me” .
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The pleading in his voice and the guilt in his eyes gave her cause to wait for a moment. She was still gaining her senses back so it took her a little longer to decide if she wanted to do anything other than lay there and allow herself to sleep or do as he asked. Well, I have tried to avoid him and that hasn’t worked… maybe… if I just give in a little… I don’t know, maybe we’ll figure out a way out of here? The thoughts came across her mind and she deliberated for a little while longer than she probably would have normally needed. Finally deciding on what she would do, Celeste just gave a quiet simple nod to him. Her hands slipped out from under him for a moment, sliding them gently over his abdomen and chest. He had felt good when she did this. He had liked it when she did this. It also gave her time to let her head clear and come back from the fuzz he had made her. After a few minutes of stroking him, Celeste pushed against him a little rougher. Mostly because she didn’t want him on top of her like that anymore, so she thought to try and shove him off to the side of her again. It wasn’t super strong, but enough for him to flop over onto his side next to her instead. .
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Sitting up, Celeste made sure to sit right next to him. She would continue to run her fingers up and down his body, letting him shift and buck and whatever else he wanted to do next to her. It was easier for her to reach him this way. Easier for her to let her hands expertly stroke at him like this. If he wanted to feel good, wanted to be touched, then she would try her best to give that to him. A new tactic. Trying to be nice to him, trying to maybe win his trust in some way. Then maybe she’d be able to work on an escape. Maybe even for them both. She still felt a little lightheaded sitting up like this, so it didn’t take long for Celeste to lean over the top of him. Her chest softly pressed against his and her cheek lightly rubbed into his neck. It wasn’t like she felt obligated to, it just felt right to. Her gentle lips came forward and pressed against his skin, trailing them quietly up his neck and stopping just under his jaw. Celeste’s breath was a soft heavy pant, not loud and desperate like his had been but quiet and sweet. She let her kisses fall quietly against him, brushing over his collarbone, his throat, the side of his neck. All the while her body slumped a little next to him, her hands continuing to rub and caress him without stopping. Celeste mimicked him a little, nuzzling close, hoping perhaps to stave off any angry response he might have. Her lips came up to his ear for a moment, feeling the need to reassure him, as he had to her earlier. There was no use denying it. She’d tried, and failed so many times. It was time for a new tactic, and this one at least, might possibly be more fun for her. More enjoyable. “I do Need you… so I’ll stay… I won’t leave…” @Deleted User
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Morningstar BOT 05-Dec-22 06:49 AM
The beast leaned down against her cheek, rubbing his face against hers as she pampered him. Her hands running along his body made him arch lightly, groaning happily as her skin softly caressed his angry muscles. Touch was something that stimulated his whole body, soothed his woes and brought him to safety. Touching him was a privilege, no one else really got to because he couldn’t let them. It was instinct, to deny contact and resent being trapped but she made it easier. Purring softly, he pushed his lips against the corner of her ear and sucked softly “You’re warm… juicy and tender.” His breath was hot in restrained lust, extreme desire making his crotch warm with blood. Whimpering, he huffed and snuggled by wrapping his arms about her. Taking to her soft hands and gentle eyes weren’t some unforeseen event but rather a need being filled. Sleep didn’t come easy to him but she would soon ensure he would be tired. Her hands had drawn up a heat that made his spine tingle, the abductors and hard muscles of his stomach flexing. There was a manipulation in how he handled her, projecting this false idea he cared about her. It wasn’t wrong to him, he did care about her. But whether that went beyond the realm of an important toy to sentient being would be another question. When she decided to stop and push against him, he didn’t give in at first. There wasn’t much more she could do, if he were to let her touch him… as he’d asked, wouldn’t he be warm? A short and small roar leaps his lips as she finally convinced the beast to roll over. Clearly unhappy, he growled and pouted petulantly as she touched him like this. Morningstar was the name given to the Sun Stealing Devil. He hadn’t taken power all those years ago because he liked being under someone else. But she made him calm. Despite the cracking of his knuckles as they popped and squirmed in his hands, he didn’t attack as she leaned over him. There was a set way in which he touched her, how she never seemed to have the
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ability to deny his approach but always an option to touch back. Now that she was doing it, he felt uncomfortable and worked up. Looking at her from this angle bruised his pride but she rubbed him so he stayed silent, letting the angry glare of his eyes speak for him. Seemingly at random, she leans over and puts her chest against his. Something about the way she just touched him ignited fury. He didn’t believe her to be reverent enough. Those wild eyes grew frenzied as she rubbed her cheek against his neck. The angry thrum of his heart, pounding against the cage of his chest as she rested would be a clear indication of his temper. Struggling to remain calm, it was hard to not give into her lips and moan. But he didn’t. The anger of being touched, as if she had the right to… it infuriated him. Growling threateningly, he groaned as she kissed his neck. Feeling his face grow hot, his eyes grew wrathful in shame and anger. But she was warm against him, his bound cock making sure she stayed safely outside his most dangerous place. Trying not to feel that stiffness in his crotch, he bucked as she kissed his throat. What made her different was that she wanted him back and he noticed it. Not many things liked him and stayed pretty, even Gods had faced his disfavor with deep terror. Snapping his jaws, he flipped them over and didn’t even let her look at him. With her small body between his legs, hugged tight by his muscular legs, he traced the curve of her back down to her ass. It was there he bent down, sniffing at the hem of her pants and going up her spine. His tongue had fallen down, thick and wide as he licked up the sweat of her skin. Tasting her made him excited and even the smell of her set his nerves on fire. Hungering for her, he pressed the bound cock against her plump butt and took a second to snicker. Reaching to his crotch, he groaned and fell over her with a rough snarl as well as needy kisses to the back of her neck “I love when you say that you need me.”
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His hands grab her shoulders and slide down her back as he sits up on her. Those hands dip down the side of her arms and then back up to slide down her meek lats. Her back was soft and smooth, creamy skin that made his teeth clatter in glee. Horribly horny, he latched onto the soft curve of her side above her hip. It didn’t take long for his lips to seal and for his hot tongue to start licking swirls on her bruising flesh. That suckling soon became angry and furious, his hands grab her ass roughly in open lust. Kneading up, he pulls off her hip and let her ass go, snaring as a brutal spank punishes her cute ass. Putting a hand on the back of her head, he smothered her face in the blankets. His eyes were weak, filled with barley released desire and going weak quickly. That harness had to come off but she couldn’t even breathe now, much less tend to him. But it didn’t stop the shortness of his breath or that deep growl from reminding her constantly of just how wild she made him. Eager to see what she held locked away from him, his fingers curl around her waistband and tug teasingly. His lips slam back down on her neck, his fangs searing into her neck as he desperately humps her. There was a rage in his hips, as if he moved for the motion rather than the feeling. But this would be wrong. Despite not being able to release or get fully erect, he felt pleasure when he had the harness squeezed or put under some pressure. Biting his cheek, he panted against her ear in angry grunts, rubbing on her ass as he holds her in place using her hips. Now his chest pressed into her back as his hand came from beneath and rubbed her stomach. With slow circles, he pulled heat into her tummy and wound it up with timed grinds of his crotch. Pressing straight into her clothed coochie, he got hornier as he felt the soft plushness of her pussy lips. Choking back some of the spit that filled his mouth, he whispered angrily “Rub your butt you naughty thing!” His crotch burned up with desire.
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I’ll make you beg for me before the night ends.* He thought darkly, his eyes bearing down on her lewdly as he slowly strips her naked. The girls pants were first, getting pulled off roughly and accidentally scratching down the back of her thigh. It wasn’t a dangerous wound but it was bleeding and despite it all, he didn’t like when she hurt… unless her eyes stared back with the want she hid, unless she stepped in and demanded his attention. Laying down, the beast pulled back to lick up her thigh, lapping up and down at the cut on her hamstring. Lewdness filled his body as he smelled the thick scent of female arousal. Looking up, he stared at her wet panties and began to drool. It seemed he wasn’t the only one feeling something. Smirking, he gave a soft kiss to the underside of her ass and chewed her booty flesh gently. His right hand held her ass and pulled it to the side, his other hand laying the back of hand on the bed between her thighs. Sucking on the creamy flesh of her appetizing rump, he tasted the nearly euphoric sensation of her body heating up. You see while he was sucking on her butt, his left hand pushed up between her legs and under her crotch. Now holding her clit in his hand, he gently brought her hips to raise and bit her ass playfully before spanking her with his right hand. The sensation of her flesh molding to his angry palm and rippling gave him chills. She was erotic and he didn’t know what to do with himself, his groin burning in want. Keeping his hand moving, he ran his hand along the curve of her crotch tauntingly. The inability to get relief made him upset, clearly wanting to get hard be free. Soon she would feel his breath against the fabric covering her cunt. With a rough growl he gave her panty clad pussy a long, slowly tasting lick. Her pussy tasted like toffee, sweet, sticky and mellow. His eyes found her for a while, staring into her as he slowly tasted her. She would get nothing without begging for it, not wanting to spoil her rotten
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Morningstar BOT 05-Dec-22 07:07 AM
Though he doubted such a pure creature was that easily corruptible, she had to be kept safe because she was weak. It made him feel a wholeness to guard her while she melted, singing for him so that he might garner the rage to bully her. To force the freedom of his pulsing erection on her was rapidly becoming his life goal. Sealing his lips on her nethers, he enjoyed the throbbing of her cunt and button like clit. Pulling back, he looked into her eyes and planted a sensual kiss on her ass “Stick it up like its all for me! Raise your ass.” Grunting, he tried to not slam his mouth on her pussy. She had been edged a little but his plaything could cum whenever she needed to… once he was freed. Pressing the leather between her bare ass cheeks, his spit coated her ass lightly as he had drooled despite searing lips. Raggedly panting, he whined and pushed his binding against her “J-Just my balls! P-Please.” They felt full and swollen, aching with a punishing heat that made him whimper. Panting hotly, he rubbed his choked balls on her ass, craving the freedom of a freshly milked body. All he wanted was to fuck her so hard she couldn’t get back up, to turn those small sounds into ragged moaning and cries of ‘daddy’ in his ears. With the way she tried to run, he felt oddly mature because he had to bring her back. Once upon a time, before he was imprisoned, he was an old demon without any treasure outside his grasp. Powerful until he was tricked and sealed away by a treacherous whore. Amphet. Her name brought out the rage, he needed to have Celeste obey right now or he might end up breaking her “Turn around and take off your bra.” Once she was made to do so with an angry grip of her pussy, he took his right hand to cup her cheek as rubbed her lips with the thumb“Look at my crotch.” The hand slid up to knot in a fist, clenching her hair tight so he could make her see his crotch. Furious at the thought she might’ve not seen what she does to him “I’m suffering because of you.”
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He swallowed thickly and glanced down at her breasts while he spoke into the air, straddling her knees “You made me vulnerable, weak to your body.” His lips twisted as his expression became passionately lewd “Love me with your tongue and make it go away!” @💜𝓕𝓲𝓸𝓻𝔂💜
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Celeste Sinclaire BOT 05-Dec-22 12:27 PM
“I’m… not food though.. Just… keep that in mind…” Her words were quiet, whispered when he’d called her juicy and tender. The last thing she wanted was to become this beast’s next meal. The way she stroked him was meant to be comforting. His growling noises made her tremble a little. It had been meant to give her better access in order to Please Him, and yet it made him mad anyway. Celeste really wasn’t sure what she could do when he got like this. He wanted so much and then gave so little. The only feedback she got was growling, roaring or explicit words and actions. Her body leaning over him was meant as a delicate action. It was meant to be comforting, almost worshiping of the devil. Wasn’t that what he wanted? What he desired of her? Obedience and Servitude? Perhaps not… I thought this was a good way to show him I didn’t want to fight him anymore… She thought, planting one last kiss to his throat before she found herself under him again. Maybe he just didn’t like her on top of him, or he just enjoyed making her do as he wanted. It certainly felt that way, feeling him press and rub at her backside. The sniffing made her flush a bright red across her face, her skin shivering as his tongue dragged up her spine ending only when he got to her shoulders and the back of her neck. A soft whine slipped from her tightly closed lips, not daring to glance back at him. .
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“I only Need you, when I feel Needed By You....” She said almost defiantly if not for the shudder in her breath. He frightened her. He was scary, terrifying, but also something she felt in awe of if she was truly honest with herself. Her long silver hair fell around her, splayed in beautiful haphazard strands across her back and shoulders. Even to the sides of her on the bed to expose her skin to him. Celeste shuddered, a quiet whining moan leaving her lips feeling him put a new bruise to her, before she flinched feeling that strike to her ass. Her hands pushed against his on her head, desperate to breathe afterward when her sounds perhaps didn’t please him. Had he forgotten already? She can’t Need him if he suffocates her. His desperate humping motions, the rage she felt, gasping when he finally released her head so she could turn it and breathe again. He had laid atop her, still moving with a desperate need, his fangs holding the back of her neck as he pressed into her. His hand on her stomach made her squirm with his touch, quietly whining at the touch. She felt his hands on her waistband sliding her pants down and Celeste couldn’t help the shudder that visibly ran through her. Her lips parted and she cried out in pain when he scratched her, not knowing it had been accidental. Her scarlet eyes watering at the sting of it when she looked back at him over her shoulder. He made no sense to her. Tender one moment and then make her bleed the next. .
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“P-Please… That hurt…” It was a pleading thing she said. Asking him to keep her safe, not to harm her. She had said she would stay, didn’t she? She would remain here with him and would stay. Celeste even liked some of the things he had done to her, as evidenced by the arousal he surely could see now that her pants had been discarded. It was embarrassing for her, and made her hide her face. She couldn’t help it, just something in her enjoyed his treatment of her and it excited her. Her hips raised as much as she could, almost trying to get away from the palm that pushed up against her. His tongue sliding against her, tasting her, gave her chills. It made a soft whine escape her lips but nothing more. She would not beg him for more of this, no matter how good it felt. Her body tensed and shivered, feeling him rub his swollen balls over her, knowing all he wanted to do was to release, feel that freedom of the harness he wore. His command of her was scary, and while she didn’t want to, she quietly obeyed not wanting more of his wrath. She’d turn over slowly, reaching behind her to release her bra and toss it aside, her breasts open and available while she breathed heavily in a fearful pant. If she could encapsulate anything, she almost looked like she would make an adorable little bunny, her eyes wide looking up at him. “I don’t mean to make you suffer!” She said indignantly. It wasn’t her fault that he had that harness on. She didn’t put it there. Though she figured it was there for a reason. His angry request made her shake her head. She didn’t think that using her hands or her tongue or any more of her body would help him. If he wanted the suffering to stop, then he needed to not touch or look at her perhaps. Or… I guess I could just… take it off… The thought had crossed her mind before too, but she never wanted to. She felt like he was restrained this way, safer for her this way. .
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“What… What happens if I take it off?” She asked, indicating the harness that was keeping him so painfully unable to enjoy himself. “Will you hurt me? Will you finally be done with me?” He made her worry about her safety with the erratic nature he had. So she wanted to be sure if she were to help him at all, that he had to swear not to hurt her. To keep her protected, keep her safe and secure. She wasn’t sure how to get that kind of promise to be held by him. Unsure how to make certain he would keep her safe from the dangers here. Including himself. While she did like to some aspect the way he choked her, the way he handled her, there were other times where she thought for sure it would be her last. Celeste wanted some guarantee that no matter how angry she made him, no matter how frustrated or upset, no matter how furious he got…She would not be the target of his rage. Celeste sat up a little, just enough so that her chest fell quietly against his abdomen, her lips gently kissing at him in nervousness. The same way she had gone about it before because she knew no other way to show she was not a threat to him. That she would stay there with him. That she would care for him and his needs. He just needed to do the same. That’s all she required of him. How exactly she was supposed to use her tongue in order to make his suffering go away was beyond her. She doubted her tongue could do any kind of help. Her hands tentatively came forward to softly hold at his hips, her fingertips gliding over the straps of his harness that held him back. She wasn’t sure about this. She didn’t know if this would be a good idea or not. Would he be kinder to her if he wasn’t so pent up? Would he just do what he wanted with her? .
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“P-Please….Just keep me safe Morningstar…I… I’m begging you… I’ll… .I’ll stay… I won’t leave and I’ll try to help you… just… please…. “ He had seemed so mad at her when he had Asked for her to touch him before, but what else did he want from her? Make Up Your Mind She thought furiously, rubbing her forehead against the section between his chest and his abdomen. One moment he liked it when she touched him. The next he was growling menacingly at her. It was clear with the way he had been humping her and pressing himself against her that he wanted freedom of that harness. But what other choice did she have? Denying him would probably end up in a choke hold that would be her last and not one she would inwardly enjoy surrendering to. Allowing it’s release meant he had a new way to handle her. A new way to terrorize her. Softly, she laid kisses down his abdomen, letting her lips drag against his skin in a gentle asking way. As she got lower, she made sure not to miss a muscle. Not to ignore the curve of his body and the strength it held. Celeste didn’t know what else she could do. Her fingers gently pulled at the straps on his harness, her scarlet colored eyes looking at the contraption carefully, trying to figure out how to remove it for him. Her fingertips were gently, gliding softly against the straps and holds as she tried to make sure she understood how it was holding him back. “Why… Why was this put on you..anyway?” It was a quiet question, innocent, honest. She just wanted to know why he had to wear this as well as be imprisoned here. With his answer, regardless of what it was, Celeste would swallow hard in thought, finally finding the buckle that would release it. If… If this is the end for me, then… just let it be over quickly… She thought, frightened and shivering. He would be able to feel it easily against him. There was hesitation in her fingertips, finding the restraint’s buckles to release it, her careful digits holding there questioning whether s
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Morningstar BOT 05-Dec-22 03:12 PM
Her constant tendency to disobey made him angry but it turned him on. Chuckling, he let a hand come to rest on her head and paused for a moment as she seemed to shake her head. Immediately his hand flexed, instinctively wanting to punish her. But he had already cut her, those scared eyes and soft words made him feel more alive than any love she could give him. Sad but true. Pain was proof she needed him, something that enabled him to carve out her heart through sheer sensation. Clearly she had been able to read his intentions. A wide grin greeted her questions “You know I’m going to hurt you.” He narrowed his gaze and let his smile widen “Then again, your body clearly can’t deny you’re built for it.” His lips pulled back as he flashed a wide maw of sharp teeth, furiously trembling in glee. Looking up at the ceiling, he inhaled deeply and looked back down into her rabbit like eyes. Stilling for a moment, he said nothing as she rose up into him and kissed his belly. It felt nice and soothed him but he struggled to not feel uncomfortable from her lack of obedience. The gnawing in the back of his mind hadn’t disappeared and instead grown, furiously reminding him of how deep the need for her ran into his veins. Blood made his entire body light up, calling all of his nerves into the battle at the drop of a hat. Angry but not being cruel, he let her appease him and took deep breathes. She was appeasing him. Appeasing. Disrespect lighted him on fire, pure evil breaking his heart into pieces the instant their body breaks. Shaking, he denied the thoughts of what he had done. Smacking his lips he came to the realization that he was the devil here, though he’d always known it. To confirm to himself that he was such a creature would’ve been sad if he didn’t have a clear disconnect with empathy. Her hands brought life into his body, filling his veins with motivation and rejuvenation as she grasped his hips. Groaning softly, his chest seemed to visibly decrease in the rate of
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compressions. Relaxing was hard but she was doing it slowly, easing the lines drawn against his iron skin over millions of years. Perhaps calling him the origin of evil, as misleading as it sounded, wasn’t wrong. He was the first being to be born with the personification of a force opposing Light. God’s Light. Grumbling hesitantly, his hands embraced the back of her head and hugged her to him tenderly. Being rough with her was instinctively acted upon because there was simply nothing beyond it. The creature didn’t know what to be other than what it was. And whatever that was… ate things. It ate it’s victims slow and savored them on it’s silver tongue, melting them. There was undoubtedly something wrong with the beast, too chipper and deadly in turns. Tilting his head, he stared down at her as she nuzzled against him. His shoulders violently dropped, the tension and glory fading as he almost seemed to transform. Despite being so angry and demanding before, she was rewarded to his long digits raking through her hair without resistance. She took good care of herself and tomorrow might bring about an opportunity for her to see how they were going to live. So with these thoughts in mind, he let her touch him and loosened the guard he held up unrequitedly. There was no danger from her and as she kissed down his stomach she earned hot gasps. Sensuality made his rage soften into grumpy pouting, his lips parted in heat as he panted like a dog “Celeste~” He groaned, pulling her lips into him as she was kissing him well. Bucking reflexively as she touched the straps of his harness, the beast moaned pitifully “Let me get stiff~” That hot groan was a precursor to his bitter glare and tight fists. She seemed nervous and though he hated that he had to, Morningstar understood he should be gentler, more honest. Nodding to himself he looked into her eyes “I was trapped here when a devil stepped on earth. The punishment given to me was to have my body given as a plaything to a lesse
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r demon. Unfortunately, my tribesmen had an unrequited obsession that led her to betray me. She was of course then given her wish. To be my warden. Now, out of my refusal to engage with something sexual she has pettily taken away my own right.” It was coherent and straightforward, a present of sorts she’d gained for endearing him. But still, she seemed to be have something that held her back. She found that buckle and he couldn’t help but bite his lips, groaning wantonly as he felt her hands against the buckle. Something about howling as he released in her hands sounded wonderful but then again, everything sounded amazing when he was bound up like this. Decidedly being done with begging, he took from her again. Pushing down as he grabbed her throat tenderly. She wasn’t given the chance to speak nor resist as his lips slammed down on her. Making her feel trusted and loved would be impossible in the body of such a furiously horny being. His lips seemed to consume her mouth without a morsel of her tongue escaping his own. They twirled and danced in sweeps as he tugged on her breasts. Sometimes it takes a while before he realizes he’s been grinding against her. Dragging his balls on her wet panties, brazenly displaying he could as he willed. Tiredness was creeping into his bones and against the fact he wanted punish her, he lay down and turned away. Though upset that she hadn’t removed the harness, he was extremely proud of her for being strong. Hence he gave her a symbol of trust and lay on his side, showing her his back without saying a word. Now he wasn’t shaking because of nervousness, rather the restrained urge to lash out and bite into her neck. Whining in frustration, he turns to her and grabs her before turning back to the way he had been lying before. Not wanting to speak, he smashed his lips on hers and held her back to himself firmly. This was more of a domineering hold and less one of tyrannical lust. His eyes were shut as he groaned and enjoyed her passion.
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With few more hot kisses, he pulled back and whispered “I was going to let you sleep by yourself…” That was all he said for a bit, only staring into her eyes pleadingly as he tongued into her mouth. Shutting his eyes, he kissed his desire for her to be close into her lips. @💜𝓕𝓲𝓸𝓻𝔂💜
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Celeste Sinclaire BOT 05-Dec-22 09:25 PM
Celeste flinched at his hand. Had she made him angry, again? With her attempt to try and appease him? No… I… I think he’s not angry… She thought to herself, keeping still as she listened intently to what he had to say to her. What instructions or mocking words were going to slip from his mouth this time. What more could she do to try and keep his rage at bay? ”You know I’m going to hurt you…Then again, your body clearly can’t deny you’re built for it.” His words made her shiver visibly against him. She didn’t want to be hurt… Did she? At least, not enough to make her fear for her life perhaps. A little roughness seemed to excite her, but go too far and she was too scared to feel anything but fear. Anything but terror for him. It made her hateful and bitter, as he was the only one here that she had any kind of interaction with. The only one other than herself that was sentient and could speak and provide some kind of social interaction. The only one in her prison, just as much his. It’s not fair… what I did I ever do to deserve this… Her inner thoughts were cold and bitter, angry and upset all at once.
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Though at least it seemed that he would settle for a little while with her actions. He at least seemed to not mind them, recognizing them perhaps as her trying not to gain more of his ire. She hadn’t felt comfortable, actually removing that harness after he continued to speak to her. Explained how he got it. How he got here. She felt her nerve leave her, and her fingertips gently slid down his thighs away from the harness straps in response. Celeste just couldn’t do it, and she knew that her attempt wouldn’t have gone unnoticed or without consequence. Almost on cue, he grabbed her by the wrists and pushed her back down again. One hand came up against her throat and she reflexively quivered under his touch. Even if he was being tender, she knew she couldn’t completely relax when he touched her like this. Certainly not when he claimed her mouth the way he did. Truthfully, she didn’t mind his affections, his kisses, and his more tender touches. It was when he caused pain just for pain’s sake that she became fearful of him. That she didn’t appreciate him like he probably wanted her to. Her tongue glided around his, letting him sweep around her mouth and take what he wanted. Who was she to fight him off? He was larger than her, stronger too. He constantly caught her when she ran away from him, and at least this was something she might actually enjoy. Case in point, a soft moan vibrated her lips against his, feeling him grope and tug on her lovely round breasts. Her sounds of sensual delight continued until he realized the reason for them; he had been grinding against her and she couldn’t help the little songs she made at the sensation of it.
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When it seemed he finally had had his fill of her, she gasped and panted quietly laying on her back as he turned to sleep. He only turned her way a couple times after that to claim her mouth again, dominating but not tyrannical in their actions. His groans made her think perhaps he enjoyed it, and enjoyed her lips, so she was a little surprised to hear that he was going to let her sleep by herself tonight. No you won’t… She thought, still a little bitter at him. There had been no moment when he had let her out of his sight. No timeframe of when she got more than a second or two to herself. Surely he didn’t think her that stupid that she didn’t anticipate this being a trick of his. But the look in his eyes made her second guess herself. He almost seemed like he was begging her, with a silent kiss and just his gaze to give some kind of indication of what he wanted. What he desired. That was all the indication she got, so she lay there quiet for a moment contemplating what she should do. Well of course she couldn’t go anywhere. Not like she had anywhere else that she could go anyway. So, she did what only seemed like the most logical thing for her to do. Taking a blanket and tossing it over him tenderly, she brought herself a little closer but not enough to touch him. Celeste could recognize the trust he might have had for her, with his back to her now, so since she thought this new tactic of trying to gain his trust was the route to go with, she merely curled herself up behind him. With her knees up near her chest, her hands tucked quietly under her chin, she did her best to sleep. If he wanted her close, she would stay close. That didn’t mean she had to cuddle with him. Now, if he decided that was what he truly wanted, and he wasn’t a complete demon about it, Celeste likely wouldn’t fight him if he wrapped himself around her.
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Her rest at first was fitful, worried about closing her eyes and actually allowing herself to sleep, before finally her exhaustion from the night’s run and everything afterward caught up with her and Celeste succumbed to sleep. Her dreams were nonsensical, sometimes terrifying and sometimes slightly less. Tonight she was thankful that she was given nothing. Darkness and peace. Curled in the blankets next to him, she truly looked like a gentle personification of a white rabbit against the form of a dark predator. The epitome of innocence and light and goodness. She barely fidgeted in her sleep, only making a soft noise here and there while she remained unconscious. When morning finally did arrive, Celeste instinctively moved the blanket to cover her face. She didn’t want to wake up, didn’t want to get up. Just wanted to remain, cuddled and warm and relatively safe in her dark peaceful slumber. Subconsciously she felt safe like this, just curled up in her underwear under the blankets. Even though in reality she was still in this odd prison, with her cell mate that she only knew of as “Morningstar”. He’d never given her another name to refer to him as, so how was she supposed to know? Reluctantly, her eyes fluttered open and she heaved a sigh. Another day, here instead of back home. Celeste was forgetting what her home looked like, what her bed felt like. At least… his bed is comfortable… odd but.. comfortable… She thought, lifting her head to inspect if he was awake yet, not daring to touch him as she didn’t want to startle him or worse make him angry. @Deleted User
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Morningstar BOT 06-Dec-22 02:04 AM
The blanket she tossed over him enhanced his quiet, stilling the raging creature and soothing as she came near. Unfortunately, it seemed she didn’t want him to touch her. Then again, things like that never mattered if he wanted it enough… Trying to not give into his urges, he thought to bring her close with an arm around her. Morningstar had a hard time understanding what he wanted because there wasn’t anything in particular. Similar to how a child could endlessly fiddle with the same toy for hours, they could just as easily become bored. So rest came slow, but when it did he left with it. She was a perplexing thing, unnaturally alive despite his relatively aggressive need to kill it. Huffing in and out, he grumbled while waiting until she slept. Licking his lips, he kissed her pink pillows tenderly. He simply couldn’t stop, long licks beneath her tongue and soft swirls that brung her tongue into his jaws. The beast pulled back and tried to ignore the painful swelling that burned his crotch. It shouldn’t be allowed for a woman to be so enticing. Unable to stop himself, he panted quietly and gave purring groans with every kiss. Pulling back and pressing on, he enjoyed her mouth completely until morning. Throughout the night she seemed to have not woken, tired and in clear need of sleep. At those moments, in a patriarchal manner, he put her on her back and tenderly sucked her nipples. Now honestly, he didn’t want to touch her while she slept but she was simply beautiful. Heart pounding in his ears, he slurped on her nipple and squeezed her breast, almost milking her into his mouth. Soon finding she didn’t make milk, he pouted and she could wake soon. Almost ironically, he felt slightly sleepy as he said this. Lying next to her was more relaxing than he admitted. When she had began to stir, he immediately pulled away and wiped his mouth. His face was flushed as he stared down into her eyes. There was no shame but rather guilt, an honest loss in his control that only
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worsened as he gently grabbed her hips and brought himself above the small woman. Growling, he sniffed her cheek then down her neck until her reached those stiff peaks. Snarking in twisted grunting, he licked his lips and then let his tongue touch the base of her nipple. Swirling around her areola, he pulled his tongue back and quietly latched on. His lips squeezed and massaged as he suckled, clearly wanting to milk her. That desire only grew with each hot suck, his eyebrows scrunching as he sucked deeply. Letting her nipple go, he tasted her breasts. Starting from the top where her chest came out to develop into her curves, he suckled sweetly. Perhaps she was upset because he wasn’t being nice to her, he understood that she needed that now. But he was so lustful he couldn’t stop boiling hot spit from splattering off his drooling tongue and savagely dove in. His lips traveled down and over the outer curve of her breast. She was his and his alone, so the better it was for her to submit than fend him off. Licking down the outside, his tongue ran beneath to taste the crease of her breast. Perhaps he was nasty for enjoying her flavor, but she secreted such lewd pheromones his body couldn’t help but react. If his nose had been human, she wouldn’t have been in danger but his rage was clear as day. The need to get stiff. Kissing her stomach, he pulled much of her toned lower stomach into his mouth. Groaning, he stared at her as he suckled the base of her stomach. It was a place that teetered on the edge of her crotch but didn’t cross her panty’s waistband. Pulling away, he gave a kiss to her left hip then right before squeezing her legs with his own. There was a time where he had been able to control his lust, but with how dastardly lewd she made him such things were pipe dreams. Kissing up her stomach, he arrived at her left breast and sighed. His eyes seemed fierce but soft as well, the rawness of his wild nature was clear in all of him. But those sharp blue eyes were
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far too harrowing to be anything besides demanding. Leaning his face into the inside of her breasts, he licked up the valley between her heaving bosom. Clearly not in the mood to do anything except her, he teased her by sealing his lips on her breast. Sucking the bottom corner of her inner breast was something he savored slowly. Opening and closing his mouth as he feasted on breast flesh. When he had turned the area red he moved on and up the inner curve of her left breast. There wasn’t much he cared about except making her arch, moaning his name in ecstasy. So he made her breast red with firm but soft lips, basting her captured flesh with lashes of his hot tongue. When he was done melting her breasts, he traveled up her body until his lips rested on her shoulder. Biting gently he marked her and did his best to not give into his rage “Unbind me woman.” His smile seemed forced, his eyes too wide for such a soulless expression of joy. @💜𝓕𝓲𝓸𝓻𝔂💜
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Celeste Sinclaire BOT 06-Dec-22 08:59 AM
Celeste struggled a little realizing as the sleep began to leave her eyes, just why she felt so attached to. Something had woken her more than just the morning. Groaning a little, groggy in her sleep she peered up at the ceiling before realizing that she was on her back. That wasn’t how she fell asleep last night. Looking down her torso, she found the root of the problem. Or rather, its cause. He had moved off of her briefly when she had woken up but now decided that being on top of her and continually groping and licking at her was much more to his liking. Her body shivered under him, squirming at the different ways he used his tongue and his mouth to play and tease her. It wasn’t necessarily the way she had wanted to wake up, though with how gentle he was being it wasn’t all together horrible. His attention to her skin and breasts even made her softly moan, enjoying the sensations. Even though it was hot and felt like it burned, there was a pleasure in that kind of feeling. While she was tasted and caressed, Celeste relaxed a little in his grasp. She thought at first to push him away, to try and get away and fend him off, but he was being so gentle with her, that it gave her a false sense of relaxation. A sweet whine slipped out of her lips, hanging in the air when she had felt him on her stomach and below, hovering dangerously above her pantyline. He soon came back up her body, her back arching a little into him and her hips rolling under him involuntarily. Her hands moved up his arms a little as he came closer, finally resting at his shoulders. They were gentle, not shoving him or pushing him off or away. Instead they seemed to welcome the intrusion to her sleep, welcome the invasion of him on her. Her skin dotted in goosebumps as he teased with his tongue and hands.
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His eyes, while raw and wild in their ferocity when he looked at her, also held her attention better than he probably knew. There was something about the way he would look at her, whether he was demanding or whether he was inadvertently pleading with her that she liked. Her chest fluttered when he came back down, giving attention and affection to each curve her breasts took. It made Celeste feel hot and despite not wanting to give in to the lust that this demon had and forced on her, it was hard for her to resist. Her body squirmed under him, her legs fidgeting to try and keep her legs closed. It wasn’t made easier as he continued up towards her shoulder, her body melting under him and his lashing tongue. It made Celeste moan a little more, her back curving sweetly beneath him and pressing her chest against his. ”Unbind me woman.” The command made her tremble. She had thought about it last night, debating whether it was a good idea or not. She understood the ramifications of both sides with what he would do to her. If bound, he would beat her, hurt her more for sure. She was sure it wouldn’t be in a fun way like the way he was this morning waking her up. If she did unbind him, then Celeste assumed she would never leave this bed. He would have his way with her, take from her whatever he wished and never stop. Then there was also the consequences she wasn’t sure about. He had mentioned that Amphet had been the one to place this harness on him, to imprison him here. Wouldn’t it anger her, if he was unbound?
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“B-But… What about your warden? Won’t she get angry and punish you?” An honest, quiet question. Wanting to be helpful in her voice but nervous all the same. Celeste winced a little and gently whined in his ear, feeling his teeth pinch against her skin, marking her with his bites. She had thought maybe, bringing this idea to his attention that he could get into more trouble if he was unbound would make her endearing to him. Like she was looking out for his best interests. That not only was she not a threat but she was someone who was caring and kind, looking after him. Maybe that was her role, other than to be a toy for him to chew on and rub against. Still, her fingers slid against his ribs gliding down towards his hips but not quite far enough to feel those straps again on his harness. She understood wanting that freedom, she wanted it too. To be able to do what she wanted to, without being restrained or imprisoned. While his smile and eyes were frightening, clearly forced into an expression that didn’t invoke joy or happiness in her, Celeste swallowed nervously. There was a kindness that gleamed in her eyes, scarlet and red like blood. Her words were quiet, gentle on his ears as if pleading for him not to take his anger out on her with the words he spoke. “I.. I don’t want you to get into trouble…you know…” Though even as she said this, if he got angry enough, or persistent enough, Celeste knew she would give in. Knew she wouldn't continue to deny him. Knew that if he were to ask her again, demand it of her again, she would likely release the hold of his harness. @Deleted User
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Morningstar BOT 06-Dec-22 12:17 PM
The grin on his face only grew as she whined, but he couldn’t hold it for long. Lust heated him up and blanketed his form in sweat, but it seemed to evaporate as it touched the air. The scent of fire began to fill the room, a hot musk of pheromones and guttural desire. She seemed to enjoy touching him, or at the very least was eager to appease Morningstar. Curious but angry, he was regardless unable to deny the soft, pleased purr as she neared his hips. Mewling happily, he lapped at her neck and panted. In a needy whisper, he bucked at her and growled angrily “Girl!!” The beast needed to feel her and mate, he needed to breed all of the lust out “Amphet won’t let me be regardless…” He didn’t mention that he wanted to leave as well, having grown bored with the monotony living so peacefully gave him. In the beginning it had been welcomed but 40,000 years later it got boring. Smacking his lips against her neck, he snarled and bit in. Sucking her blood desperately, he groaned wantonly, shaking in pleasure as he drank her pure essence. Pulling back, he tried to speak but couldn’t stop lapping at the wound he made on her. Thus he spoke between hot licks timed with the grind of his leather harness upon her “I’ll teach you how to use that thing to leave on 2 conditions.” Her kindness had earned her some favor back, his ire at her attempts to run soothing with her rabbit like behavior. The beast sat back and straddled her stomach, pressing his balls against her skin and grunting in pleasure. All sensation near his crotch had become hyper sensitive and unfortunately, it seemed it would stay that way. Staring into her eyes, he squeezed her breasts in a kneading stroke. Pushing her mounds up on her chest, he kneaded her breasts like dough and used his thumbs to rub her inner boob. There was nothing he enjoyed touching more than her. No whimper or moan he’d rather hear. Now all that remained was to hear her ragged moans and strained pleading beneath his shaft. “Take me with you
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and free me so I will enjoy you.” His gaze was harsh, the veins in his body flaring against his skin. The beast knew the Pantheon never imagined one of his visitors to willingly free him. Hence why he used what she wanted to get two achievements with one sentence. But he didn’t want her to play with him anymore and laid back down over her. Feeling his body thrum with blood and passion, he spoke through heated grinding as his whole body rubbed against her. Chest to chest with her crotch suppressed beneath his harnessed member. As he ground his erection over her lips, he enjoyed sliding up to give a finish thrust over her clit. It was rough and hardly how any loving creature would mate. This creature wasn’t loving but possessive, greedy and easily drunk on flesh. Her sounds only made him chuckle, his breath hot against her neck as cream met cocoa in a velvety embrace. His lips sealed on her throat as he sucked roughly, demandingly dry humping her pussy before pulling back in frustration. Hard and bothered, he lay his bound erection between her breasts. Morningstar turned his head and bit his lip, grinding while his hands clenched at his sides. He wanted her hands on his hips again, he wanted her to take it off “Make me naked pup, I have to release.” There was something intensely intimate about having her take out his hard cock. Unknowing if she would be willing to free him, he grabbed her throat with both hands. Smiling down and giving a sharp yet short squeeze to remind her of who he was, the tension in his balls seemed to get worse. Already swollen and awfully sore, he needed her to love his crotch. So to finally show he could be calm and tender if appeased well, he laid on his back. His body was presented to her as he laid by her side “You… may touch me.” It was an invitation to explore his body, to undo the pain of being bound to celibacy for eons. Growling softly, he gave her a kiss on the cheek and stared into her eyes with that fierce gaze “Come and pleasure
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your master.” His eyes seemed to burn with cold flames, frosty as he picked her body apart with eyes. If his wide grin and trembling body were anything to go by, he liked what he saw. Bucking into the air, he whined in complaint for freedom. @💜𝓕𝓲𝓸𝓻𝔂💜
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Celeste Sinclaire BOT 06-Dec-22 03:18 PM
“Ouch! Th-That hurts!” She whimpered, her hands pushing at him when he bit down hard enough to draw blood. Her hand went to her neck when he had finally pulled away long enough for her to check. It bled a little, but it seemed that his constant licking of it had stopped the bleeding from continuing. Instead he now seemed content to sit on her which made her groan under the weight. She wasn’t a large thing, and while she was sure he wasn’t putting his full weight on her, he was still heavy sitting like that. For the most part she could ignore him a little, mostly because he kept kneading at her breasts, which made her whimper and moan under him. It was involuntary, sounds that she couldn’t help but make. Her eyes blinked though up at him. He would teach her how to use the artifact to get out of here? To get home? He knew how to use it? What? Why hadn’t he said anything before now!? She thought angrily, looking up at him in disbelief. “You… You know how to use it?” She asked, a small feeling of hope in her voice. Celeste had taken every opportunity she could to fiddle with the thing since she arrived. She kept it close, thinking maybe it would be like a compass and help her back out of the maze but that hadn’t worked. She thought perhaps it would be like a key and unlock the gate, but that hadn’t worked either. She was about ready to chuck the thing off a waterfall by the river that he had tossed her in last night when he had caught her again, and she dejectedly put the thing away. Her attention came back to him as he explained his two conditions. He wanted her to take him with her when she got out of here. ”Ok… that’s understandable” The second condition gave her pause. Not only did he want his freedom, but he also wanted to enjoy her. Celeste was very sure she would not enjoy him, enjoying her.
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The rough way that he rubbed against her, made her wince and whimper under him. Her body trembled with soft movements as she felt him press and buck against her with that harnessed groin. What really made her consider though, was when he laid down next to her. He left himself prone to her, left himself open and even invited her to touch him. Her head contemplated the pros and cons, taking into consideration the way she felt currently how her body reacted to his constant rubbing and teasing of her. It wasn’t a secret she had been messed with enough to be turned on, regardless of how uncertain she was about freeing him fully. Celeste also felt herself flutter a little. It wasn’t that she liked considering him to be her master in a way, though deep down she didn’t understand why, but she did find that there was a little bit of joy with the idea of him owning her. Celeste thought it had to be because of how strong he was, that he could protect her if he so chose to instead of hurting her the way he did. That she had been alone for who knows how long by this point and he was the only interaction she had socially. Slowly, she turned herself and sat up, deciding that to not touch him like he invited her to would probably make him angry. So she tentatively let her hands fall against his side and abdomen. She stroked gently over his hips and up his chest. Each movement of her arms was slow and calm, and helped her to settle too. Celeste used her fingertips to memorize the muscles on his body, where they dipped in and where they jutted out. After a few moments, that likely felt much longer to him, her scarlet eyes turned her attention back to his waist and hips. If he was going to help her get out of there, and he just wanted to go with her so he could be free too, then she seriously considered removing the harness.
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“You…You promise you know how to use it? How to get us both out of here?” She asked, crawling a little on her hands and knees so she could carefully sit between his legs. Celeste tucked her ankles under her bum, and waited for his answer. When he confirmed he could as she was sure he would, there was a slight hesitation to see if perhaps he was lying to her. If he’s lying… then… I don’t know… maybe I can put it back on him or something… I don’t know how.. But… What else do I have to lose? Her fingers were delicate on the straps of the harness, lightly going over the leather and his skin in tandem until they fell on those buckles again. It seemed so simple; why hadn’t he just taken the thing off himself? Why did he need her to do it for him? There was no lock or contraption that kept it on. Only a buckle or two that could easily be undone. Taking a deep breath, Celeste slowly lifted the leather and slid it back out of the buckle. She took the prong and slid it out of the grommet hole and then finally slipped the leather strap out of the buckle. She did this a couple more times, slowly and hesitant until the entirety of the harness was loose and able to be removed. He’d be able to feel the leather that had once been tight and restricting on him, loosen its hold and slide a little to the side. All he needs to do is pull and the thing would be off. Celeste turned her head and looked away, still seated between his legs but wanting to not have his exposure shoved in her face or anything. @Deleted User
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Morningstar BOT 06-Dec-22 05:50 PM
Purring warmly, he looked up at her with narrowed eyes and a happy grin. The beast was enjoying her stroking until she spoke and promptly growled in irritation “Yes. I promise.” His voice was irate but comfortable, a sound filled with ample confidence. Amphet had ensured he could never kill one of her gifts to snatch the device, it was made to avoid him. So he looked at her with his animal eyes, peering at her soul while she crawled between his legs. Already heating up, he pushed his hips up and whined, eager to be freed. Soon she began to fiddle with the harness and he turned back to all the moments he had nearly broken from being sexually restrained. Relief flooded his body in waves as the once constant binding became clearly slackened. Looking up at her for confirmation of his freedom, the beast let out a soft whimper as he grabbed the leather. Slowly, he stared at her chest and ran his eyes down to the treasure between her hips. While pulling off the harness, he got hard beneath it. And this wasn’t the kind of hard that went away, four thick veins sprouted over his cock. Blood filled his black cock and turned the head an angry purple. Already he had been teasing himself but the fact she didn’t want to watch him reveal his cock only worsened his condition. Her denial of him was no more than a child throwing a tantrum. He sat up and grabbed her throat to prove that, capturing her lips expertly. Moving over her pink clouds, he massaged by tilting his head into each kiss. Ending his breath with hers so they couldn’t leave each other’s lips. The angry tongue of his coaxed her pink muscle to let him beneath. Tickling her playfully, he wagged the tip of his tongue under the center base of her muscle. His eyes stared into her with heart melting desire, an intense need to please her by mashing her pussy into bed. Yet gently he laid back and brought her with him. Though he loved to feel her life beat in his hands, the beast slid his hand down to grope her breast.
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Morningstar BOT 07-Dec-22 09:26 AM
He let her stay and top and lounged back as he grabbed the back of her ankles. Rubbing tenderly, he didn’t mind pushing his shaft between her thighs and parting from her lips. The beast was panting, laying back and vulnerable for a while as he struggled to refrain from begging her. What more could she ask for he wondered, his hand sliding up to grab her calf and squeeze. She was soft in all the right places and he enjoyed swirling his tongue with hers, guiding her to follow him restlessly until she could no longer move. When her tongue was limp, he pulled the appendage into his mouth and massaged it with his lips. Every suck was rewarded with his fingers pinching her nipples. Some things made her moan and he wanted to find them, so he rubbed that swollen member between her thighs to remind her that she had something to please. Believing himself to have been kind enough, he pins her into the bed by her wrists. His erection is sandwiched between their groin’s and the hot lips of his mouth seal on the left side of her neck. Chewing hotly, he rewarded every round of sensual gnawing with licks to her tenderized skin. Bringing her wrists above her, he pinned her down with one hand and brought the other to run behind her back. Taking the moment to traces her stomach and hips, he groped her sides until they were red. He seemed fixated on her mouth, his eyes so fiercely ready to devour her. Visions of something more brutal had nestled in his mind but he had deceived himself. Struggling to play gently, he panted into her chest as he ground his shaft over her stomach and clit “You should please me now.” He smiled eerily, with the clear intention to be warm and yet still lacking it “I don’t think your lips will be the same color for long, I might kiss them black.” Corrupting her would be easy, manipulating her body into a sexy little demon that could do things she couldn’t. But he had done it before. He needed her. Trying to be good, he kissed up the valley between her chest
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Morningstar BOT 07-Dec-22 09:46 AM
and panted beneath her jaw “Say you’re going to help me.” There was an anger here, a desperate attempt to make her answer his needs and finally bring him relief. The poor beast was making her tummy sticky as he rubbed. Precum had begun to make their tummies slick. Not properly trained in holding his pleasure, he moaned guttural, humping in need and demanding pleasing “Cele…. Celeste… s-swear that you won’t run if I need you.” He bit his lips and whispered darkly “If I’ll never let you go.” Counter to using her as a toy, he didn’t need to be awful, nor would he be. All the beast needed was for her to be in his ear and singing her moans while they felt good together. Other than ragged breathing he stayed mostly silent unless his hips pushed forth. Despite listening to her sounds vigilantly, he felt ashamed to make a sound and simply worked. His hips made all the communication as they worked against her clit like they were mining a diamond. Tirelessly grinding into her, he kept her head to his chest and his arms around her. Both a hand on her head and mid back, rubbing her scalp but supporting her back if she she arched. Then at some point… at some point the rubbing made him bite his lip. “Sing for me Celeste.” He needed her to serve him, to help him release and please her. Instinct went so far as teaching him what to do, not when, not why, only that he could if he was strong. Struggling to remain calm, he pushed against her harder and groaned “You pretty doll, have you lost your way?” The slick noise his throbbing hot cock made as he rubbed all over her naughty places was not subtle at all. Enjoying the sex music, he beat against her before pulling back. Sitting on his legs, he spread his thighs and snarled lowly “It’s waiting for you.” His cock throbbed and leaked from the tip, fresh globs of precum bubbling out. Moaning in pain, he grabbed her throat and dragged her against him “I want you to make me cum… give me that woman.” His eyes were hard, clearly done taking
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no for an answer but ready to simply punish her and bust a load all over her. Regardless of how nasty he was, he wanted her to touch him willingly and say back patiently opening his crotch. @💜𝓕𝓲𝓸𝓻𝔂💜
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Celeste Sinclaire BOT 08-Dec-22 08:53 AM
Celeste was quiet, her chest moving up and down as he got himself uncovered and freed of his binds. She was really hoping that she had done the right thing with this, that perhaps he would see her not as something to torment but as something to cherish. Something that he owed a favor to or in a very real way owed his partial freedom to. She wasn’t sure why he couldn’t have just removed it himself, but Celeste wasn’t about to question him on it. All she could figure was that it perhaps was something that he wasn’t able to remove on his own by some unseen magic or indescribable curse. There was a bit of a muffled noise that she made when he pressed into her lips, grabbing her throat but not in a harsh or violent way. This seemed different. Intense but different all the same. It didn’t take him long to pull her on top of him, laying back comfortably while he pressed himself between her thighs. A nervous shiver ran through her. Despite having looked away, in an attempt to be polite and respectful, she had noticed how angry it had looked, the color and how swollen it appeared. He must have really be in pain.. Having that pent up so badly… She thought, though her mind quickly went blank as he claimed her mouth again. Her eyes fluttered a little, enjoying the sensation of his embrace, the gentle pinching of her nipples while he massaged her tongue with his lips. Before she realized, she was turned over and flat on her back again looking up at him while he pinned her there at the wrists.
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The lips on her neck made a soft sound emerge, quiet at first, hinting at further songs she was capable of. Each lick he made, sent a shiver down her spine and a gentle whimper of delight out of her. Her body squirmed against him, jerking just for a moment when his hand grazed down her sides. She was a little ticklish there. It even sent a soft giggle into the air that turned into a gentle groan feeling him begin to grind against her. ”You should please me now.” Were the words commanded to her, and she opened her eyes a little better looking up at him. Please him? How was she to do that? While trying to think of a way she could, he seemed to have an idea already picked out and ready for her. There was a desperate request said, feeling his hot breath pant against her jaw, even though it was laced with anger. All she could do, all she could say was an affirmative yes to him request, nodding her head as he began pressing against her more, needing to feel more of her.
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“I… MMm I won’t… I won’t r-run…” she whined sweetly under him, arching her back and hips as he continued and applying a little more pressure to his grinds. She could feel the wet sticky sensation on her abdomen, but it was overshadowed by the fluttering intense sensation she was feeling flooding her body. She couldn’t grab hold of him, though she had the urge to hold his arms, wrap her hands around his shoulders and neck, to ride with him as he rubbed and teased her. It wasn’t more then a moment after he had asked did she become a songbird. Unable to keep them locked away, too excited to feel anything but elation and delight, Celeste moaned gently out into his ear. They came out in soft gasps and sharp intakes of breath, brimming with a need she didn’t recognize but was unafraid of. Panting, her chest rising and falling in a rapid pace, Celeste suddenly found herself freed. He’d taken his grip off of her wrists, and leaned himself back. Propping herself upon her elbows, she peered down at him to see what he was doing. Despite not wanting to admit it to herself or to him, she was actually enjoying that, enjoying the tease and the rubbing and the desire he had. Perhaps that was why when he grabbed her again by the throat and pulled her, she came easier. Less of a fight or struggle made. Her body moved so she was on her hands and knees in front of him when he released her throat and gave his demands. Thinking for a moment, she wasn’t sure exactly what he liked or how to make him cum the way he wanted her to. *I’m… I’m willing to try though…”
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Gently her hands came forward first, falling sweetly at the base of him and pressing in small gentle massaging circles. Her fingertips found the underside of that angry cock, and allowed her index and middle fingers to glide up the thick ridge that resided there. It was slow and teasing, tickling at the underside of him until she got all the way to the tip and let her fingers silently trail off of him. It was almost like she was taking a measurement, as if she wanted to be as thorough as she could. The hand didn’t remain away long, coming back after just a moment to begin stroking him. Celeste started near the tip of him, letting her palm roll a little over the edge where his head flared and met his shaft. She even took her thumb and caressed the underside section where the two parts of him met, massaging and pressing against the sensitive nerves there. “I.. I’ll try…” She whispered, continuing to stroke him in even glides, but leaning over so she could plant her lips along his abdomen. She thought perhaps kissing his muscles would tickle them, and he would enjoy that. So Celeste was soft about it, letting her plump lips drag along his skin and across every divot that was made. She was thorough and detailed, continuing to pump him rhythmically while quiet and gently kissing him. It would look and feel like she wanted to be there, like she was trying to show him how she could be obedient, how she could listen if he wanted her to. How she even could appear to adore the man if given the time allowed for it. For now, those scarlet eyes closed and she continued her progression of kisses and sweet embraces along his skin, never stopping while stroking him unless to give her hand a break and switch it with her other. She wanted there to be no gaps of time, no allowance for a reprieve for him, so she kept the pressure as constant for now, slow and methodically caressed in order to please him. @Deleted User
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Morningstar BOT 08-Dec-22 11:36 AM
His heart was pounding against his chest and thrumming in his ears. There was definitely a struggle to stay kind and warm as she seemed to not understand his words. That had nearly sent him into a rage, but he calmed himself and let her touch him. Throbbing for her, he let out a soft whimper as she touched his over sensitive shaft. Trying to not shake, he let him cheek fall on the top of her head. His hands clamped on her hips as she made circles on his girthy shaft, his breath coming out in a shaky huffs. Thick veins ran up the footlong prick, pulsing with rage as the wide head capped the meat pole lewdly. His lips fell on her trap, enjoying the soft connection muscle between her neck and shoulder. Groaning deeply, he brought his hips back as she trailed up beneath his cock. A wanting whine left his lips, moaned into her ear. His voice was dirty and unreserved, an extremely pleasured noise emerging from his throat “Stop teasing me~!” He panted and kissed at her neck in loving retaliation. Grumbling, he snuggled close to her and pumped his hips dutifully, wanting her to praise him… maybe even rub his chest like before. When she came back and grabbed his cock, he nearly whimpered in need. She seemed to want him upset, to want him angry so that he forced her to fap him off until his balls relaxed. The girl seemed to be experimenting, not exactly experienced and more benefiting from how sensitive his body was. But he was proved immensely wrong, his eyes crossing as she started stroking from his head and manipulated her thumb beneath his tip. Moaning lewdly, he shook and bucked, so unbelievably pleasured he couldn’t stop the way his breathing went wild. Dazed and confused because of how many sensations were melting his body, he rested against her quietly. His weight was distributed over his center of gravity, the erect cock connected to his crotch pulsing in need for her nurturing. Gasping, he whimpered “Stroke h-harder!” He wanted to make a mess everywhere and her lips
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made him thirsty for her appreciation. Her reverence. Wrapping a hand in the back of her hair, he cradled the back of her head and brought her lips to his neck. That hand had come from an arm holding her back, his other hand was sneaking down between cheeks. Trying his best to not just splatter in her hands, he tried so hard he started whining. The sounds a result of the painful clench his balls made. Whimpering, he pushed against her and threw his head back, his eyes rolling back as his balls seized. Shaking awfully, his hips trembled as he moaned, cream pouring from the tip as he lost himself. Making him cum was easy and she seemed to not even notice, seemingly pleasuring him further. Still releasing wild ropes, his abs clenched and flexed as she laid her lips on them. Whimpering, he threw his head back, writhing as he seemed to drown in pleasure. The ragged panting was so horny, his lips trying to form words and his eyes rolling in his head “Pwahh~ P-Please milk me!” The beast had meant to demand it, to not beg but force. However he was too hot, staring at her and begging for more love. Pulling her up, he put his hands back to their spots and sighed. Tangling his fingers in the back of her hair and reaching across her back to grab her ass cheek, he throatily illustrated his pleasure in hear ear. She wouldn’t be able to go for more than ten minutes without feeling him shake and grunt, whimpering as he poured out thick cream. Perhaps he was embarrassed to be so exposed and hot, ready to breed while pumping obediently into a human girl’s hand. This obedience didn’t last long, his fingers slipping between her cheeks to rub beneath her panties. Tracing her pussy lips, he could stop himself from pushing w fat finger inside her sweet pussy. Growling in a pleased purr, he fingered her in long strokes, driving his two thick fingers up into her cunt repeatedly. Something gave way and he couldn’t stop. His balls clenched and with a wet splash, cum pouring out hotly on her
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tummy, thighs and crotch. Gasping, he moaned greedily “Don’t neglect my balls Celeste~” They were chocked up and he wanted a reasonable massage of his aching sack. Growling in her ear, he pumped her hands and did his best to stop cumming but he couldn’t. The beast just gasped and came, his cock eager to be milked without a drop remaining inside. Biting his cheek, he whimpered and opened his mouth with her lips. Shutting his eyes, he massaged her tongue with his in circular strokes that swirled her about him. Moaning, he looked into her eyes and showed her his need blatantly. He’d be good if he released, obedient outside of sex and much easier to manage. Grumbling, he pulled back and lapped at the side of her neck. Basting her artery in heated lashes of his tongue, he whimpered while she fondled him, trying to not blush from all the nasty noises his cock made. @💜𝓕𝓲𝓸𝓻𝔂💜
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Celeste Sinclaire BOT 08-Dec-22 03:20 PM
At first he seemed like he was getting angry, she could hear the huffing noises that he made. However the idea that she wasn’t doing a good job with this quickly vanished hearing him whimper and moan out. She whined a little at his kisses to her neck, reflexively gripping a little harder against him but not enough to hurt or cause pain. Just add to the pressure she was giving. Steadily she increased the pace as he requested, varying the pressure in massaging wave and she pushed and pulled up and down him. Celeste almost didn’t mind his hand cradling the back of her head and allowed herself to be dragged a little higher. Her lips pressed against his neck this time, since he had so gently moved her, lifting herself up on her knees so she could continue to stroke him, while giving attention to his neck. There was a little quiver in her exhale when she continued, feeling him shake and whimper and finally release it seem between the two of them. Her hands were coated with it, but she at least didn’t mind. It made sliding against him a little easier. If he wanted to be milked this way, she would do her best to oblige. It seems like.. He’s certainly easier to handle this way… maybe if I exhaust him, we’ll be allowed to sleep… Celeste though, with a slightly hopeful note in her head. So she continued, letting her kisses fall gently on him, her hands continuing to massage and squeeze him.
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Because he had been gentle, and because he had given her a little bit of freedom to explore and play with him, she didn’t struggle against his grasp when he pulled her close. When she felt his hands grab as her ass, or hold her sweetly against him. This was alright, certainly nothing she felt scared of. She just focused on making him feel good. On ensuring he would be thoroughly exhausted even if his moans and growls were arousing to listen to. So it was no wonder when she realized a little too late that his fingers had slipped along her slit, before plunging not just one but two of his fingers into her warm and wet sex. Celeste didn’t stop the loud shaky gasping sound she made, singing out and wriggling against the sensation. Though her squirms slowly became rocking motions, enjoying the fingers teasing inside her. Her body rose and fell every so slightly as if she were trying to ride his fingers while continuing to squeeze and enjoy his cock. One that simply didn’t seem to want to quit. How… How much does he have in him!? She thought, leaning her head forward a little as she moaned with a need against his chest. He soon captured her lips once more, and her melodic noises vibrated against his lips.
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She had heard him, so while she would have preferred used her other unoccupied hand to keep herself stable, she instead slipped it underneath him. Her palm gently caressing his sack before her fingers closed around it tightly. They drummed around, massaging and rolling him, even taking her nails and grasping him a little tighter. Celeste was panting when he returned to licking and whimpering into her neck, her face flushed with heat and desire. She didn’t think she would be able to feel like this, not with him. But feeling him grasp at her, fingering her playfully, teasing and kissing and caressing her, sent shivers throughout her body. What’s it going to take… She wondered, as one hand massaged his sack, the other squeezed tighter on the head of him. She rolled her palm so that it pumped him and would try and coax any and all of him out. She was already a mess, groaning a little, feeling his cum that had shot onto her in the process of this, stick and slide along her midsection. Carnally, she wanted to take him. Let him have his way with her, if that would finish him off successfully enough. But in reality there was no way he would fit. He was too big for any human to endure the size of, and surely she would feel skewered if she were to try, split and stretched too far. So she did as best she could, continuing to milk him out, rubbing him against her soft delicate skin so the underside of his cock always had something soft stimulating it. “P-Please… “ She whimpered into his ear, her words quiet and wanting. Needy listening to him and the desire he had. Celeste wasn’t sure what she was begging him for, it just felt right to ask it of him. Perhaps she was pleading for more of the kisses she felt on her neck, that sent tingling sensations down her back. Or perhaps she was encouraging him to make a mess of her as he had started to do already. Or was she asking him to be done, so she could rest and relax even next to him if he so wished. It was hard to tell wit
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h the word, though the sparkle of lust in her scarlet red eyes was new for her, hinting at what she hoped he would already realize. She was enjoying this. Mostly because it was making him feel good. And the idea of making this demon feel euphoria, was enriching to her little existence. @Deleted User
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Morningstar BOT 09-Dec-22 02:23 AM
All he could think of was making her wide with his girth, filled with his wholeness. That greed was polluting and corrosive, a fire that caused his muscles to flex in waves. Those roiling muscles were responding to her hands on his cock. She was working magic on his crotch and he wouldn’t let her hear it. The noises stopped as he focused on fingering her, biting his cheek to stop his moans but occasionally releasing a whimper or huff. Feeling the heat travel up his toes and calves through to his thighs then crotch really set the tone. Burning up, he tried to not make any noises as she held his sack in a tight grasp. There was something about that hold that made him relax almost, splattering freely and boldly. The mighty shaft throbbed before erupting potently on her. He spewed without a single worry, all while the entirety of her belly being doused with his creamy seed. Panting against her neck, his breath ghosted out in hot waves over her cooling but heated flesh. Would she be able to deny their need any longer? It was clear that she had crossed a turning point, the enjoyment she took starting to make her hands more loving. Always blanketed in soft skin, he allowed himself the pleasure of throwing his head back and blasting all over her. But her whimper of need did something to his body. Groaning, his cock seemed to swell in her hands as he began to release wildly. She had begged in his ear and given how hot they both were, he could only imagine she wanted him to finger better. Kissing her cheek, he worked harder as his fingers started to move at different paces. His middle finger was nimble and crept inside her quickly, teasing her hotly without any pretense. The ring finger was sensual and fingered her slowly, stroking inside with an attention to how her walls received his strokes. Soon he saw that her stomach was now slick with his seed. Hot for her and wanting her to cum as well, he took the time to feel around her insides with his fingers. She shouldn’t have
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been so tantalizing and soft, her voice shouldn’t have awoken his lust and the way she looked at him should’ve been colder. That is of course, if she wanted him to stop begging for her hands. The push and pull of his foreskin running over the head of his cock froze him. Whining, he rubbed her hips with his sticky, cum coated fingers. His lips seal on her neck as he sucks deeply, wanting to taste and arouse her body of all the noises she could make for him. So consumed by lust and eager to feel more of her hands, he pushed her back on the bed. With himself pressed into her chest, he stares up at her with watery eyes drunk on skin. She had drowned him in pleasure and his both was shaking from trying to keep up. Huffing out, he kissed beneath her jaw down to her chin instead of back to the corner of her jaw. Her hold on his balls was freeing, his eyes rolling back into his head “Auuggh~” He threw his head back and let out a sound of pure pleasure, moaning out as he started to release. Yes, he was making a mess, but he was far from concerned about such things. Humping his head through her hands, he panted weakly and tried to not give in. With a pained whimper and hushed gasps, his balls seized in her hands again, going wild as they tugged “Guuuhh~” Cream spread over her tummy and as he stared into her eyes, he realized she was his only true companion. That only made him harder and without even pretending to be miserly, he hoped back before flipping her over. Snapping his fingers, he made black cuffs and cuffed her cute hands behind her back. A light spank tans her ass, turning it red as he leaves a sloppy kiss “Nnnng… cum… in… you.” He devoured her with his eyes, rubbing his stiff cock between her thighs, he let her pussy lips glide above and over his pussy punisher. He slid his cock back and forth slowly, letting the precum and semen mark her body. Lewdly, he pushed his hips against her ass until she was up against his thighs with her ass in the sky and a dick for
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breaking her spine. Laying a kiss on her shoulder, his hands crept beneath to squeeze her breasts. As he smothered his cock between her cheek, he ground the underside of his cock against the tight ring of muscle she called an asshole. Lewdly, he would make the note that she was piping hot in that naughty place. His face seemed flush as he brought his lips to hers softly, sighing while he enjoyed her lips and curling about her. The speed of his hips only grew as she moaned or made noises, denying him her angelic sounds would only worsen his wrath. Stuttering as he started to melt between her cheeks, he asked her honestly “Are you using me or am I abusing you?” He didn’t seem to want an answer, but his eyes craved it and soon he let out a chuckle. With a kiss to her temple, he whispered in her ear “I know you’re a very good girl.” His breathing was hit in her ear, his eyes shut as he rested his face against the side of her head. She brought him a lot of comfort and he struggled to express that. So in a careful motion, he gently brought the head of his massive cock to her pussy lips. He- He knew she was too small… too little to hold all the cock he would give her but he had to. Licking beneath her jaw, he panted harder and let out soft whimpers as he felt her soft pink walls start to swallow him. It had been so long he’d forgotten what sex was like. With a big smile, his eyes rolled back into his head as she was tightly stretched over the tip of his head. Kissing her cheek so she wouldn’t be scared, his hands slid beneath her elbow and forearm to meet her palms. Touching their hands to each other, his fingers curled between her fingers before squeezing tenderly. With soft kisses up and down her neck, he slowly forced more of himself in under each kiss. There wasn’t a lot anyone could do to stop him, his hips however pulled back and took seven inches with him. Her breathing sounded dangerous so he gave her some rest. With a kiss to the back of her head, he waited to
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touch her until she seemed calm again. Heated up and stiffer than ever, he tried his best not to moan as he entered her but he couldn’t help it “Auuhhgg~” His breathing started to speed up as he laid above her, using his arms and legs to keep the weight off her. Inch after pussy stuffing inch crammed her wide open, turning a drill hole to a pipe line. And his cock thrashed through her walls as if he were a pipe. Passionate and hot, his hips bred her slowly at first with loving strokes. Long and deep to get her used to him safely. Grinning, he laughed into her ear and groaned throatily “Do you enjoy hearing me groan Celeste?” His lips seemed to widen as he teased “You could have this forever~” A tease to her, would she not try and leave when they left? He wouldn’t let her. Clearly she didn’t understand, but he truly viewed her like property. Belonging to him and requiring the defense of her being. Wanting to be that, her guardian and pillar, he fucked her until she couldn’t help but call out for him. He went hard and fast while restraining the hip breaking force. If she wanted something, he wanted to hear her beg for it. Nothing less would stop his hands from wrapping around her throat and choking. She was held against his chest, her back firmly imprinted with the lines of his muscles. Pushing deeper, he whined softly “Tell me you care… that I’m important to you! That-“ He swallowed thickly “That as much as I think about you… you do me.” Embarrassed at speaking to her so emotionally, he buried his face in the left side of her neck and groaned miserably. Embarrassed and humiliated at being so needy, he licked up the corner of her haw. She got special kisses, soft and sweet ones that seemed to require praise. Even his hips became softer, smoothening his roughness while he came to give her smooth, firm strokes. Not wanting her to be upset, he kissed at her lips without any motive. He didn’t ask for anything but simply kissed her for her, wanting only them here together.
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Celeste Sinclaire BOT 09-Dec-22 03:34 PM
Celeste was doing all she could to keep her head. She wanted to keep her sanity and keep her wits about her. She didn’t trust this demon, even though she was doing as he wanted her to do. It was only to help herself in the end; she wanted him to owe her a favor. To help her get out of this place. To find her way back home. But as time slipped by the pair, and his fingers continued to invade her insides, the lust filled sensations she was flooded with were clouding her judgment more and more. Her body quivered in delight and hugged at his fingers when they moved, making them wet and slick without any control over it herself. “Ohhh P-Please.. I… I’m gonna...” She whimpered at him, her face flushed a bright rouge color. Her body felt like she couldn’t stand his teasing anymore, wanting to let him drive her over that cliff. She sucked in air through gritted teeth against him when he switched paces, moving and teasing his fingers around until she couldn’t stand it any further. It was an accident, she hadn’t meant any harm by it, but the orgasm that ran through her and hugged his fingers tightly, made her hands clench and stop on his slick cock. They held tight and shivered, far tighter than she had been holding him before in her reaction to him. It didn’t seem to deter him, he still came multiple times and some all over her midsection. “P-Please… no more… I… I can’t…” Celeste whined breathlessly, panting against his chest and releasing that mess of a cock from her fingers’ grasp. She had been leaning against him while he did her before he laid her back to continue his sensual torture of her body. The woman breathed heavily, feeling lightheaded and euphoric. She’d made him cum multiple times, made quite the mess on her and he had made a mess of her as well. Her legs shivered, wanting nothing more than the rest and catch her breath. This of course wasn’t allowed, as he flipped her over and bound her hands behind her back. What is he… But she didn’t need to complete t
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hat question to herself. Celeste knew exactly what he was going to do and there was very little she could do to prevent it.
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“It.. It won’t fit… I.. I know it won’t…” She whined, looking at him over her shoulder. Gasping gently as she felt him slide against her ass and slit, preparing for what she knew he was going to do regardless of her warning to him. Part of her hated this, hated being used, being a toy to be fucked and nothing more. But part of her that she hadn’t realized existed also enjoyed feeling wanted. Feeling needed in this way. Celeste hadn’t been needed or wanted by anyone, not that she could remember. So even though she was in this strange world, this odd predicament with this equally odd and scary demon like man, Celeste felt almost necessary. Almost like she was his world in a way even if it was only as property to claim and protect. His question didn’t make sense to her, asking if she was using him or if he was abusing her. Of course she felt like he was abusing her, at least that was the answer she wanted to give but couldn’t find her words to actually say it. Though she also felt like she was using him too, using him to get what she wanted. A favor, an indentured servant who owed her something so she could get out of wherever she was. She tried to answer, but all that came out of her mouth was a sweet moan, her eyes fluttering closed a little at the slick sensation of him rubbing against her. The motions he did rubbed in the right spots to heat her up again, despite just wanting to collapse underneath him instead.
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“Ahhh! Oh God! MMMmmm!” She cried out loudly, a whimper in her whine as he slid himself in. Even slow she was a tight fit, and she certainly was not physically capable of taking him to the hilt. No human would be. She felt her insides stretch to accommodate him, sucking more of him in and squeezing around the girth of him. Celeste grit her teeth and closed her eyes tightly, sucking in air audibly and groaning each time he slid in and then out of her again only to repeat the process. She idly felt his kisses and while they helped they didn’t lessen the pain that she felt in her nethers and his invasion of her. Her insides trembled and soon as he continued her moans were filled with less pain and more desperate need and desire. She wanted it to end, for him to be done with her though she imagined he never would be. At least then… fuck me til you finish… The thought was defeated. Her body was hot and devouring all he would be able to give to her, even though her mind didn’t want any part of it. It didn’t get a say anymore; her body was in control and the sensations it felt were fantastic if not additionally painful. ”Tell me you care… that I’m important to you! That- That as much as I think about you… you do me.”
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The demand and desperation in his voice made her whine in each panting breath she made. She knew she couldn’t hilt him, but her hips didn’t care, caressing back into each thrust he made even though she physically could take him no deeper. He rubbed everything in her, better than she had ever felt before or likely ever would again. Each soft kiss he made was returned with a passionate one back. Hungry and needy, unable to control the carnal desire she wanted from him. So she did the only thing her body and mind could agree on. She begged.
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“Please… ohhhh .Y-Yes… I do… Please… I… please fuck me til you’re empty… “ Her mind was fuzzy, nearly blank, desperate and needy for him. Flooded into a haze of desire that she couldn’t escape. All she wanted, all that seemed to make sense to her, was him thrusting in and out of her. All she wanted was that final release, that climax from him that would stuff her full, even more than he already was. Celeste had given up. She would stay there, for all eternity if it was what he wanted. She hoped that perhaps she would get the chance to leave less than bow-legged from his bed once in a while, to see the outside world, but she couldn’t imagine much further past the next few minutes with him. At her own registration of this fact, a soft tear fell down her cheek, another exquisite sound of ecstasy escaping her lips as it fell. She wondered as he continued onward, her body pulsing excitedly each time and making her head all the fuzzier as he pressed his chest against her, how to excite him into a finale. How to finish him cleanly off. The last of her brain wracked itself hard, trying to come up with something, anything that would push him over and zap the remaining strength he had to please her in the way he was. It came to her in a quiet whisper in her head, her scarlet eyes fluttering open so she could look at him over her shoulder again as he kissed her sweetly, a gentleness in each press of his lips. Celeste didn’t know how well he would take these words or if he would even care, but it was the best option she had, and the only one her near empty head could think of. He had called himself her Master at one point, so that was where he deduced her next move. Tilting her head back to ensure that he could hear her through her gentle songs of lustfull desire, Celeste whimpered quietly into his ear.
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“P-Please Sir.. I’ve… I’ve been good… please… “ @Deleted User
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Morningstar BOT 10-Dec-22 04:47 AM
She was his to tease and enjoy, a pleasurable rabbit that he could chew and gnaw over years. His forever girl, something he could hold onto that didn’t have a choice but to listen. It soothed him. Her whines spurned on his desire for her skin, she had to shake for him. Her body had to throb and cry out for his passing affection. He wanted a sex toy and more importantly a friend. She was his and he didn’t want to share at all, licking the back of her shoulder before sinking down over the curve of her shoulder. Angry, he pumped harder, wanting to hilt inside her despite knowing he couldn’t. He pounded against her cervix and made the walls that squeezed him recognize their emperor. It was more than sexy to watch her push back and try to swallow more cock with her tiny pussy. Chuckling, he latched onto her neck and let her feel his teeth. Sucking at the flesh, he grazed her with his fangs and lashed against her throat with a searing tongue. Lines and shapes were drawn against her sensitive pressure point, targeting the artery in the side of her neck. She made his finger tips curl, carving up the bedsheets as he gripped the covers by her hands. He wanted to be close with her and even rubbed his ankle against her sweetly as he thrusted. She was clearly feeling their mating and it moved his heart, his tummy warming as heat drowned his body in euphoria from their connected sexes. So as she went to speak, his lips latched to side of her throat. Hungry for her noises, he was impatient even as she begged. This motion was practiced, his lips flexing and relaxing to make the pressure of his lips strengthen. Seizing the opportunity, he started forcing himself deeper. Angry to make her hole take all of him, he began to pound against her cervix. A lightning bolt of pleasure would shoot down between his balls with each slam. Tasting her skin was a pleasure he took seriously, using the size of his hands to easily grasp her forearms.
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Tucking them into the side of her body, he left her throat with a wet pop and snarled lowly. Stretching his fingers, he pushed her under him and made her truly experience her own helplessness. Held here, his fingers stretched out to drag and sink into her breasts. The twist of his finger pads were cruel, teasing and slightly painful though certainly pleasing. He was merely toying with her, his tongue licking over her ear. Tracing the lines with his tongue, he very lovingly began to drive deeper inside her. Some things didn’t make sense because he couldn’t separate lust from his emotions. Panting, his dazed eyes seemed to become clear, almost panicked as he fell under that river of sin he brung. Her moans and gasps were just barley keeping her alive, her sounds soothing him like a bird. He loved hearing her sing, melting and whimpering softly as she soothed the primal fury in his chest. Going slow, he started to push against her cervix while driving deeper inside her warm pussy. Coochie was a treasure to him, her body and well-being were more important than his own sanity. Biting the top of her ear, he thrusted harder as she gushed on him. Her suckling pussy made a noise as it seemed to gobble him up. She definitely couldn’t take more but he would make her, too horny to deny himself the pleasure of being completely swallowed. Wanting that, to be inside her completely, the beast humped faster and spent less effort on sustaining the softness. She was forced to jiggle her woman meat and seal their flesh together as he mated with her. Precum slicked up her inner walls and turned his eyes crossed. Heat was starting to make her insides too wet and hot to handle. With this, she was able to coax him to moan in her ear. His relaxed and pleasured groans were very sweet, soft and pleading for her attention as they cuddled. Nuzzling his forehead to her temple, he kissed her cheek and whispered “Let me cum in you.”
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Biting down on her jaw, he sucked sweetly and then smirked “Don’t worry.” His middle and ring finger on each hand were able to pinch her nipples as he made her cower beneath his slowly speeding hips. The sound of her pussy convulsing and sloshing with juices was more erotic the faster he went. She couldn’t help herself and he loved her for it, his sweet and wet little bunny was so cute! Glomping her in joy, he hugged her close to him and kissed her angrily, matting harder as his cock turned into a lewdly thick battering ram. angry hips and harsh fangs “It was only a jest.” He snickered and snarled tyrannically “I don’t need permission.” Licking up the side of her neck, he came back to the hickey he had boldly marked on her throat with a hot tongue. Lashing up and down the side of her neck, he used his claws to ever so perfectly pinch her nipples. The softness seemed to leave as the rage bubbled up in tandem with his release, the beast wired to get enraged with his release. Struggling to stop his hips, he roared as his balls slammed up against her drenched pussy. Grinding along with his hips in hard figure eight’s, he lead each stroke by pushing with his hips. Grinding up and down quickly, his body jerked forward as his cock began swelling. With a soft whine, he let out a miserably horny howl and groaned into the most beautiful orgasm he ever experienced. The pleasure her pussy milked from him turned his back into a curve. Arching back, he snarled furiously and grabbed her throat. Lifting her off the bed, his other hand snuck beneath to clench her breast authoritatively and slide down beneath her diaphragm. Supporting her, he used her body as he mated harder, just enjoying her struggle to survive under his thickly abusive cock. She had her insides ground up and mashed against as his shaft throbbed.
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In a matter of moments his balls finally let go, giving into her miking and groaning in ball swelling pleasure. It burst forth in thick white rivers, blasting forth like a geyser and filling her furiously. Sticky and hot, she couldn’t hold it all, the sensation of his boiling cum dripping on her pussy lips. In an angry snarl, he spoke roughly “I’ve given you a part of me…” He licked her cheek “you can never escape me now girl.” A lovingly warm smile came to his lips as he rubbed his forehead against hers. While he wasn’t lying, he would never deny that she had a special place in his heart. No one had ever garnered his affections so earnestly and it excited him. Cuddling, his lips peppered buttery kisses over the curve if her ear. Trying to not notice the rapid beating of his heart, he only released a musical whimper. Almost a serenade in beast tongue, thick and purring as he cuddled closer. His lips seemed to melt and spread over her neck, sneaking back to lock over her mouth. Staying still inside her was hard as he was still pulsing, veins running down his shaft while he dumped himself out. Snaking his tongue about her little muscle, he passionately took command of her movement. Freezing up her tongue by seizing around the pink muscle, he made her deal with his demanding need to have complete control. She would have to hold there for a while, simply forced to be bred while his cum flowed prosperously. But he was loving with her, gently turning her over on her side. He was able to stay inside her so painlessly because his flowing release enabled him maximum grease inside her tight confines. Smiling, he sat back on his knees and ensured he could feel the suckle of her lips on his crotch. Throwing his head back, he groaned happily and rubbed her tummy in circles while the other hand lifted her ass. Staring at her asshole, he smirked and spit on it. His thumb snuck to rub along the ring of butthole while he filled her up deep “Your fertility belongs to me.”
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He wanted more of her begging but he hoped she fought back first. Just so he had an excuse to be rougher inside the soft thing. Though, seeing how she had begged him so sweetly, he caved and gave the girl a soft but passionate kiss, they spent time with their tongues. @💜𝓕𝓲𝓸𝓻𝔂💜
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Celeste Sinclaire BOT 11-Dec-22 08:11 AM
His words for lack of a better word to describe them, fell deafly on her. She was in too deep, her head too fuzzy and her body too desperate for the affections he showed to pay attention to any snide or cruel remark he would make. Her body pulsed around him, unable to prevent it and sincerely not wanting to. It felt good, the way that he took her, at least at first. He was too large, too much length to fit entirely, though her body tried its best to accommodate. She was not a black hole though, there were limits to what her body could do. What anybody could do. Each time he slammed into her just a bit harder, just a bit rougher, she cried out in pain. Feeling that pinch as he pressed and pushed against her cervix. He was demanding something that normally remained closed to open, and Celeste had no ability to oblige him with it. So instead she just rocked her hips in time with his to mitigate the pressure she felt. With her hands still bound over her back, she whimpered under him, her skin shivering at the licks and kisses he made to her neck and shoulders.
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He was teasing her, taunting her. Groping at her ample breasts while he slid in and out of her. Every movement made her body tremble and she would gasp loudly trying to get air. She could hear nothing but the grunting sounds he made, the wet noises his cock and her insides created and her own melodic songs that had nowhere to go but out of her gentle lips. She felt stretched to her limit, to her absolute brink, holding tightly to him even as he tried to make her withstand more of his length. His words finally reached her, little growling sounds in her ear that made her eyes open briefly so she could see his face when he said them. ”Let me cum in you.” Celeste felt her head nod, just once or twice, wanting nothing more than that. Yes please… Just finish… Please empty at last… she whined in her head, panting and she tried to keep her breathing as steady as she could. His additional words made her whine in frustration. A little angry and irritated at his tease. ”Don’t worry. It was only a jest. I don’t need permission.”
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“Then do it already.” She groaned, irritated and angry. Her body ached, nearly brimming at release again. Celeste was daring him, pleading before but now challenging him. She was resigning herself to never be allowed out, never be anything more than a warm hole for him to fuck but she at least wanted to keep agency on herself. It was probably her defiance that made him grab her throat then. At least, that was what she thought. Feeling herself lifted and pressed against him tightly. The different angle brought forth a new sensation. A new way for his meat to rub and caress her insides and tease at her sensitive spots. “God please! I-I’m sorry! Ahhhhh!” Celeste moaned, tilting her head back into him, letting her silvery hair stick and fall over his shoulder and tickle at his abdomen. Her breasts bounced with each thrust he made into her, perked pink nubs at attention as her mounds jiggled in delight for him. Despite their owner’s wishes or wants. All at once she felt her body pulse and squeeze as best it could around him again, flooding her insides as if he required additional lubrication to move. His bunny was overheated and exhausted, panting desperately for air in a euphoric high of emotions. Everything mixed with pleasure and pain. She moaned in his kisses, and sucked in air when he allowed her lips to have their freedom.
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At last she felt what had to be all he had. The pressure she felt, and how full her body was couldn’t possibly be anything less. Celeste groaned, feeling him release, pulsing and filling her up to the point that it would spill out of her. Her head fell forward as she pulled air desperately into her lungs. A thin veil of sweat shone on her skin, her silvery white hair falling elegantly along the side of her face. Those scarlet eyes peered down at the bulge her abdomen made, blinking and grimacing as she felt every pulse and shift inside her. She couldn’t take anymore, too exhausted and spent and now distended and full too. His words solidified her prison sentence. She would never be free. There was no escape, and his mating of her had driven that final nail into the proverbial coffin. Celeste let herself be laid down, finally allowed to rest. Finally allowed a break even though he hadn’t pulled from her yet. Wincing she shifted her hips after a few moments, squirming under him until she felt him slip from her. She was so full and slick it wouldn’t have taken much to remove him. Her legs bent and tightly held herself together, tears falling from her crimson colored eyes at the stinging she felt and the pressure that resided in her still. Even with him removed, she still felt thick and full. “P-please…no more…” Celeste’s words were ragged, a whimper in her pleading to him. She was concerned he was just giving her a reprieve before the next round, but with good reason she didn’t think she could go another. Her body felt ready to collapse, a sweaty shivering soaked mess before him. He had let her lay, even kissed her softly, passionately. Perhaps he would be kind, let her rest. There was little she could do to stop him if he decided that he did not want to be patient. Did not want to be kind or gentle with her. She pulled on the cuffs at her back, wiggling so she could get a few inches away from him, just so she could indicate her discomfort a little easier at being
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bound and remaining so.
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“Please…release me.. I’ll stay… I promise… I won’t leave… I’ll belong to you…just please… I beg you my demon… Just cuddle with me…” Celeste put on the sweetest face she could, let her voice as ragged and beaten as it was to take on a honeyed texture. She wanted him to remain calm, she wanted him to be soft with her just a while longer even though she knew denying him like this could make him angry. Her shoulders ached from being tied in this position for as long as she was, and while defeated and in dismay, Celeste truly just wished to lay with him. To drift off into her exhaustion because unconsciousness kept creeping up on her. How was she supposed to keep up with a thing that never tired? That never stopped cumming or never got soft himself? How in the fires of hell was she supposed to endure such a thing? It wasn’t physically possible, just as it wasn’t physically possible for her to take the length of him at his longest if it were in fact a foot in length. Her sex was not a black hole that could just swallow him whole after all. It had limits, and Celeste had reached them. Surely if he wanted his bunny to remain alive, in order for her to pleasure him again, he would recognize this. He would see how vulnerable he had made her. She did her best, waiting for his answer to her, but her body succumbed before she could hold it back further. Dripping and full, covered in a thin sheen of sweat and panting for breath, Celeste curled herself into a tight ball. Tears fell gently down her cheeks, just at the pain and the ache of the situation, before her eyes softly closed. He had played with her ass before she tried to relax into the sheets, and a grimace came to her face at the thought. He had destroyed one hole of hers already. Filled it to bursting and rubbed her where he had left the majority of his gift inside of her. Was that not enough already? It would have to be. Celeste could not keep up with the mighty thing at her backside, and while slipping into uncons
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Morningstar BOT 11-Dec-22 09:25 AM
Her whimper made him snicker, and set his tummy alight. But concerning his loins, she was wrongly concerned… this time. He had unloaded everything inside her and his erection was slowly but surely losing blood. Sighing, he kissed her head and rubbed her ass cheeks with gentle squeezes. She had been good and he wouldn’t abuse her poor body anymore. Turning her over, he kissed her nipples and suckled softly for a moment. Kissing up her left breast, he trailed his lips to her right ear and whispered “Thank you for holding my love inside you.” His forehead nuzzled against her as his palm rubbed her stomach. The beast seemed tired as well, yawning but still giving her a smile. She had bloated from his cum and it filled his chest with pride, sometimes he couldn’t stop but she looked beautiful laying there. Flushed and panting with her hair strewn about her shoulder, large swollen breasts covered in red marks as red covered her body. She looked like a victim, sweaty and swollen full of his sticky batter. He liked watching her pussy drip out his cum, his lips curved up in a cruel tease. Licking her lips, he panted and suckled softly on her upper lip. Tasting her lips made him calm as his hand started to rub in increasingly larger spirals. It was loving and done with both his hands in a slow motion. Putting his hands on her lower stomach, he stared into her eyes and pushed up using his palms. Seeing her make that sweet face only ensured him he was making the right call. Her words had made him ponder and as she whispered to him, he whimpered softly. Melting for her, he let her cuffs go and followed her as she got comfortable. Crawling atop her, he hooked his arms beneath hers and pushed his knees under her thighs. With his cock atop her stomach, he kissed the top of her head and whispered “Put my harness back on.” Amphet let him remove the harness for cleaning but she had engraved a spell to ensure he couldn’t release. That spell would only be removable by another willing
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female. Something Amphet was sure Morningstar would never have besides her. She was wrong, he had escaped her clutches thanks to Celeste. Sliding back into the only under garment he had, he sighed as he whispered into her ear “Don’t tie me up too roughly… I’m sensitive.” He wanted to stay out of that harness but the reality was that she couldn’t face Amphet and he couldn’t fight her. Cursing his fate, he smiled bitterly before relaxing. Purring, he put his head on her chest and nuzzled tenderly. Some things were hard for him to accept and her genuine desire to care for him was not something he thought she felt for him. Looking up at her face, his eyes seemed to search for a reason she wouldn’t love him. He knew he had been a bad boy and softly nuzzled his face into her neck. Whimpering, he gave her soft kisses to the throat and ran up to her chin. Smooching gently, he let his lips drag past her cheek to suck on her earlobe suggestively “Hear me girlie…” His lips pursed as he paused, struggling to find his words. Falling silent, he let out a shaky exhale and exclaimed quietly “You… you can’t leave. I-I hate being cold.” Cuddling close to her, he let his tail materialize from his tailbone and wrap around the blanket. Bringing it up, he let it drape over them as he panted into her neck. In the quiet of the night, he kissed along her neck and rubbed her sides. His palms slid along her stomach as well, his fingers taking a dip into the flesh of both her stomach and sides. Grunting, he suckled hard and nipped at the red skin. When he was pleased with the redness of her neck, he pulled back to hover above her. His chest separated from his chest as he lifted and let the blankets form a curtain draping from his shoulders. Combing the hair from her face with his left hand, the right came to rub her cheek before sliding down her neck. The hand moving her hair finished and then cupped the side of her face. Holding her head against his palm as his other hand slid from her neck
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to belly. Stroking up and down, he stayed close as he laid back over. Clamping down on her lips with his own, he sealed their tongues in a snaking battle to taste more of her berry flavor. @💜𝓕𝓲𝓸𝓻𝔂💜
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Celeste Sinclaire BOT 11-Dec-22 08:10 PM
She could feel herself slipping, though Celeste fought to stay alert as best she could. Everything hurt; she felt bloated and her nether lips stung as his present to her dripped out. His thank you was just given a quiet nod, her heart pounding heavy in her chest. Celeste allowed the brute to kiss her, caress her, rub her tenderly. It helped to calm her down off of the high and cruel tease that he had created. She had said a lot of things during this sexual expression, this lustful desire and now she was coming to grips with what had been uttered. Deep down, while she still felt defeated and humiliated, still felt like she had been used like a toy because that was how he viewed her, Celeste did her best to let him believe everything else she had said had been true. For the most part it had been, in the moment. Her desire for it to finish, for him to soften and let her go. She had promised she wouldn’t leave, and while that was all she wanted to do, for now she could actually keep that promise. A soft wince came to her face and a gentle whine carefully sewn to a sigh fluttered past her lips, a little shaky and tired, but happy all the same to have her wrists unbound. Her arms moved slowly to her front, hands gently massaging her wrists from where the cuffs had restrained her. Not like she had needed restraining. She had been compliant, had been doing what he asked, and he still felt the need to overpower and hurt her. He was her abuser, and that was that. There was nothing more to it then that. And while she had hoped perhaps that he could grow into a companion of sorts, he was steadily proving to her that he couldn’t be trusted. That he was a demon, full of lust and desire and couldn’t control his own urges. Especially around her.
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So when he suddenly requested for his harness to be reattached and re-tightened, Celeste was all too happy to oblige him. Groaning, she reached for the leather harness and pulled it close in her fingers. While he was finally soft and close by, Celeste strung the leather around him, strapping him down as he asked her to, tightening the bonds as she did. ”Don‘t tie me up too roughly… I’m sensitive.” His request was denied. She was sore and sticky, hot and exhausted. Celeste could tell on the leather bands where the harness had been looped before, and she made sure to bring it tighter one more hole wherever she could. After she was finished, and while still shaking from the exertion of the rough sex they’d shared, Celeste took her fingers and yanked hard on the harness, testing it to ensure it would remain and stay secured. “There…” Her voice was low, vengeful, knowing that he would likely be in pain from the tightness she’d secured him in. “Hope that’s not too tight for you…” He continued to whimper and purr at her, nuzzling her gently as if he was trying to make amends for what he had done. It would take more than just some cuddles for her to even consider trusting him again. Still, she couldn’t deny that the comfort he offered was the only one she thought she would get here. While she had been used like a toy he still offered her cuddles, to reassure and nurture her. Celeste almost felt back locking him away so tightly but she just shook her head and let him snuggled down into her. No… he deserves a little discomfort.
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“I told you… I wouldn’t leave…” she whispered, her voice still angry, but it had softened a little. He was secured now, he couldn’t fuck her like that again and rearrange her internal organs the way he did. Celeste was counting her lucky stars, unsure how she survived the ordeal when physically and logically speaking she shouldn’t have. The kisses were returned softly, and she didn’t shy away when he combed through her hair or cupped her face. Her scarlet eyes looked at him, took in his frame as he sat over her, rubbing her bloated stomach as it slowly lessened with each passing moment. When he finally lay down again, she took a deep breath in and shakily released it. Celeste knew he would likely be a little uncomfortable, now harnessed and secured again, a little tighter than before, and while she didn’t feel like he necessarily deserved comfort, she also didn’t want him to be too angry or upset with her. She had been good, let him do with her as he pleased, didn’t fight and didn’t argue. As far as she could gather, she had deserved the reward of his gentleness, his kindness however little of it there was, and the mild comfort he gave. Celeste didn’t feel the same, but she was too tired and worn out to argue further about it. So instead, she let herself be drawn close, let her warmth keep the pair of them comfortable, and pulled the blankets up to her shoulders. “I don’t like the cold either… just… be quiet now… and rest…” Her words had returned to a more gentle tone, a slight groan on her lips as she turned so she could press her chest against his. Idly, she lifted her arm out of the blanket in order to let her fingers stroke through his hair. Soft sweeping petting motions, just to soothe and let him rest. Celeste didn’t know what time it was, didn’t know if it was day or night by this point. All she required was him to rest. She’d figure the rest out later when she had regained some of her strength again.
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After about an hour or so she surmised, Celeste felt her muscles come back online, finding the strength to slide away and leave him in the blankets. Her sex was sticky, and she desperately wanted a bath. So as gently as she could, she sat herself up and began gathering her clothes, ensuring she kept a watchful eye on the artifact she had come to this place with, and the demon who slept in the sheets. @Deleted User
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Morningstar BOT 12-Dec-22 02:44 AM
He whined as he remembered the feeling of her hands working angrily to bind him up, burying his face in her neck. He whined in pain as he rubbed his choked up and utterly exhausted cock around in that harness. She tightened up the straps around his balls and that made him gasp every time they throbbed. Even now he could feel them so intensely, hot and aching while tired from coming. With involuntary tears in his eyes, he blinked quickly before lapping at her neck. He didn’t get mad nor hurt her, wondering in fact why she was getting mad. In his mind he hadn’t done anything wrong but clearly he had been bad. Knowing nothing than to appease her this way, he stayed quiet and kissed at her neck. Why was she being mean he wondered, had he been doing something wrong by trying to go deeper? Of course the beast didn’t understand this, his sexual appetite had been filled with things that swallowed his cock easily. Not human things. Biting down on his bottom lip, he bled and then whimpered as he smudged the blood on her neck. His blood was black, evil and corrupt. Yet it didn’t melt her, simply behaving as if it were it’s more mortal and red counterpart. An old form of apology, he wounded himself with his fangs and wiped his blood against her throat. When she finished, he whined in pain once more. It was choking him and it hurt, his head simply rested against Celeste’s shoulder. She had said all those nice things, why was she mad now? Unable to understand, he assumed she had been lying and sighed in disappointment. He supposed it was foolish to believe she had enjoyed it. Her biting words left a satisfactory impression he presumed. However he perked up as she said she wouldn’t leave. Unsure of her honesty but eager to be proved wrong, he nodded and kissed her throat sweetly “Thank you for staying with me.” What was mild? What was enough? The beast tried his best to love her but being gentle was hard with a jaded heart. Trying to cuddle with her was all he could do for her
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right now… He stopped and took a moment to think about what she might like. Hearing her tell him to hush, he felt his face heat up in embarrassment and nipped at her neck. Meanie. Petulant and quite eccentric after all these years alone, he clamped his mouth shut and wouldn’t open it. Except to taste her. His lips enjoyed her neck while kissed across and back to take all of her flavor into his lips. In truth, he did sometimes think about eating her. Not often but when she seemed to get upset or angry with him, he got upset. He hated when she didn’t like him. Kissing down her neck, he motorboats her breasts playfully and showers kisses. Kissing down her tummy, he lays his cheek on her stomach and sighs. Her belly was warrrmm. An absolutely delighted purr left his lips as he shut his eyes. Yawning, and finding sleep actually bring its cloaked shade of oblivion over his body, he fell asleep. So as she crept away, all he would do was huff softly. The beast was searching for her warmth but the residual heat she had left on the bed made him settle. But try as he might, the sense of wholeness was gone and his heart felt a deficit. At first he whined, but by then she was already gone. He knew because his eyes shot wide open, he couldn’t sleep without her anymore. Gnashing his teeth unhappily, he simply followed her scent until he saw that she had wandered to the washroom. He didn’t use it often and preferred to swim in the river, but he supposed she couldn’t fight the ocean sized river. Nodding to himself, he started to contemplate the objectivity of his situation. She had left him… thus she wanted to be alone? Did he follow her or was it a trap, maybe he should try to bathe with her? He felt uncomfortable with the idea of his mate not differing to him willingly. Something about it filled his mouth a bitter taste that he couldn’t quite shake. Hoping she wouldn’t mind, he washed his hands quickly and lathered then with soap. With sud filled hands, he came up behind her
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and softly grabbed her ankles. Kissing the back on her right thigh, he gently massaged her ankles and squeezed upwards. His hands rolled in circular motions, gentle and pleading with her to give him attention. Kissing her butt, he looked up into her eyes and sighed as he rested his cheek against her asscheek. In an intimate manner, he massaged up her calves and shins. She was taken care of as he squeezed up the back of her thighs firmly. As he got beneath her plump rump, he let his hands spread to could as much of her thigh as he could. Pushing up, he buried his lips against her ass as his face heated up. She was beautiful and he was happy to have her here to make his imprisonment bearable. He was thankful. Rubbing inside her thighs he groped slightly, unable to stop his hands from desiring her sweet flesh. Gasping softly, he gently pushed his palm under her pussy. The ring and middle finger ran up to pinch her clit between his finger’s second knuckle. Clamping down lightly, he didn’t even pretend to be dissatisfied. He loved touching her, all forms of skin between them made him happier than anything else ever could. Warm and close forever, he’d wrap his arms around her and never let her get hurt. Rubbing the front of her legs in a warm cupping motion, he squeezed harder as he went up to her crotch. All the while he peppered kisses on her bruised bum, his palm grinding on her pussy lips and washing gently. Soon, his thumb slipped inside to help clean her insides, then some water was magically bent to flow up inside her. It was to ensure she wouldn’t bear child, cleaning her now with some warm water would also help her beaten pussy. Finishing by washing the sides of her legs, he finally brings his hands to her ass. Running his hands over her creamy globes of flesh, he marinated her cheeks in suds and smiled as he stared at her cute tush. Squeezing, he groans softly and starts to pinch her flesh towards his forefinger with his thumb in a sweeping motion.
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Morningstar BOT 12-Dec-22 03:11 AM
The beast takes his time, enjoying how delicious it felt to feel her smooth warm skin and blood thrum with life. He had never been near a human for so long. Smiling at her, he turned her around and put his lips on her lower stomach. Sucking softly, he lets his hands knead her ass in circles like balls of dough. Grabbing her ass, he pushed her cheeks together and then pulled down as he sucked on her clit. It was only for a moment, his lips kissing on her swollen lips that he’d pushed open so roughly. Kissing up her crotch, he brought his hand forward and rubbed her crotch in suds. Kissing her tummy, he looked up at her “Do you want me to continue girl?” She was his and that meant something to him, even if she didn’t believe or feel it. @💜𝓕𝓲𝓸𝓻𝔂💜
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Celeste Sinclaire BOT 12-Dec-22 10:27 AM
Celeste had been quiet, careful when she left his pit of a bed. Her legs were shaky still but at least she was able to stand and walk easy enough. For a while, she had stood there, watching as he slept, snuggled up where she had just been in the warmth that had remained. It was almost misleading how sweet he looked, so she just shook her head and moved towards the washroom nearby. Her clothing she left on a countertop space, keeping her remaining torn uniform bundled, wondering how in the world she was going to wear it further. I’ll need something else I think… my uniform is too tattered and I can’t keep it clean enough to actually wear it anymore.. She thought a little irritably. Standing at a basin of water, she slowly began the task of washing herself off. Celeste hated feeling dirty or grimey. She hated the sticky feeling of sweat on her body and certainly of the fluid between her legs. The cooling sensation had felt good to her, starting at her shoulders and gingerly working her way downward. His little marks were still there, from the kisses and bites he’d made all down her neck and chest. Celeste didn’t mean to, but she winced a little and gentle whispered quiet whines as she cleaned herself. Her body was quite sore, having not been taken so roughly before last night and being forced to adapt to his demands. Truthfully though, if she were to actually ask herself and answer it honestly, she wasn’t actually angry with him. Upset more at herself for allowing her body to take control so easily and be so manipulated by him perhaps, but not truly angry. Her hand wiped at the black stain on her throat from his blood. Had he done that on purpose? She supposed he had but why? Maybe I did make it too unbearably tight… She thought, sighing a little in a gentle huff as she scrubbed it away from her soft fair skin. It was then that she felt him at her ankles, creeping up her legs and backside.
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“Please… I’m still sore…” She said quietly, a slight tremor in her voice at trying to address him behind her. He didn’t seem to hear her, too engrossed with scrubbing her gently down, and groping at her sensitive clit. Her thighs shook and she gasped a little at the sensation of the sensitive nub being messed with between her legs. She couldn’t deny that the gentle massage did feel nice, and did help her muscles relax a little in their tension. At the same time, she did not want to be whisked away again to allow him to do with her as he pleased. She knew it would only end in a repeat of that night and while she had enjoyed it, she wanted more than just to be a sex toy. Her body quivered at his touch though, and her hands had to come forward to hold herself standing at that basin while he played and scrubbed at her. A quick intake of breath only to be released in a gentle huff as she felt that water clean her insides out. At least she appreciated that. While at one point in her life the idea of settling down to have a family of her own had been a pleasant one, it turned into a daydream never to be. Celeste was always too busy, too preoccupied and too picky when it came to men, so the idea had drifted away and she had resigned to the idea of it never coming to pass. It wasn’t like she didn’t like the idea of having children of course, but the idea of them with him was something she couldn’t quite wrap her head around or desire. “Th-Thank you…” It was a truthful statement. She actually was grateful for his help in cleaning the mess he’d made of her. And he had worked very gently at it. *Maybe I was too hard on him… It was partially my fault anyway I guess…I’m not taking it off.. but… * The thought ran through her head for a moment, especially when he turned her around and began tenderly kissing and at her. A gentle gasp flew from her lips when he placed his against her clit even as briefly as it was, before her hands pulled him away from her. Did she want him to
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continue? Well, that was a difficult question. Yes because his touch did feel good, but No because she thought it best not to excite him. He was harnessed now, it would surely cause him pain. Which… speaking of..
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“Stay still a minute…” She said gently, shaking as she got down to her knees in front of him. She couldn’t reach while she was standing so this would be easier. Her fingers used him as leverage for this, as she didn’t want to lose her balance. Celeste was still a little shaky on those limbs of hers and it didn’t help his teasing. Gently, she let her fingertips find the buckles of his harness again, though she wouldn’t be taking it off. He’d suffered the tightness she’d subjected him to enough. She at least could put it back to where he was used to it being. “I was mean to you… and I’m sorry…” Celeste explained, loosening the straps back down their notches until they fit a little more comfortably around him. Still tight enough to be kept on, but at least not choking him so terribly. “It was because you lied to me… or more accurately, you led me to believe that you knew how that thing worked… and I don’t think you actually do..” She said quietly, pointing to the artifact she had gathered with her pants and had left on the counter. Sitting on her knees and ankles, her legs closed with her hands quiet on his abdomen, Celeste looked up at him. Her scarlet eyes were searching, wondering if she was right about this. If he knew how to use the damn thing, why not just take it and use it for himself? What did he need her for? Other than a toy to play with of course. Celeste didn’t want to just be a toy. But she also didn’t want to make him angry either at her denial of his sexual advances. So to strengthen the apology she made, she gently kissed his jaw and neck. Just a few, nothing too intrusive, sitting back on her ankles quietly afterward. A new sound echoed in the washroom, and a strong red flush ran over Celeste’s face as it. She shrunk a little at the sound, holding her stomach in her arms to try and quiet the growling sound it made. It had to be morning by this point or perhaps nearly the afternoon if she was hungry enough for her stomach to growl. Sheepishly, s
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he looked back up at him. “We… We should get some breakfast… y-you’re probably hungry too… I imagine…” @Deleted User
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Morningstar BOT 13-Dec-22 09:41 AM
As she dodged his question he frowned but stayed still, letting her come close. Not sure about what she was doing, he wrapped his arms around her and hummed as his cheek fell on the top of her head. There was a moment where she worked and he didn’t feel it, just hugging her because she was close. However as he felt the tension release he let a throaty groan pass his lips, deep and rumbling as he felt his nethers gain relief. Panting, he kissed at her neck as she continued and listened quietly. She had been mean but he deserved it by being uncaring, the lust had overwhelmed him and he lost control when he should’ve been gentler. The beast was instinctive but not primitive in cognition, he understood she was more tender than he had treated her. Apologizing with a kiss on her head, he whimpered softly and kissed her cheek. He didn’t want her to be mad with him. Staying quiet, he just nuzzled against her and only seemed to grow upset when she said he lied. Snarling, he shook his head but stayed calm because she was touching his belly “It’s not complete…” Standing up, he had to clench her sides firmly so her wet body didn’t slip out. Sighing, he set her down and smoothed her hair as he stared into her eyes “Four Wardens are out there in that maze of a prison.” Frowning, he washed himself rapidly as he spoke, almost uncomfortable and eager to get out of the shower. His eyes seemed dazed and unfocused, smiling awkwardly, he finished answering as he scrubbed himself “… do you… do you want my help?” He wanted to escape as well, it was okay. Nodding to himself, he washed himself off and went to get dressed in long black robes. The robe was thin and draped over his face but reached his toes in a planned manner. When she was dressed, he took her out and didn’t bother to answer her about breakfast. To him, the moment heard her growl he was going to ensure she was fed. She was greeted to him kneeling, his face trying to push away the odd sense of mistrust he should’ve
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squashed as he held his palms open back towards her. It was a piggyback position and one he clearly intended as prolonged travel circumstances. He had very kindly worn a harness over his torso that strapped over his shoulders. The cushioned seat was a small crescent that fit to his back and big enough to rest on comfortably because of the plush cushion. He’d hand crafted it over the month she continued to run from him. This was a present but not it felt degrading and he wished he hadn’t made it. Speaking lowly, he mumbled “Get on already.” Once she finally clambered on him, took the time to leave their bedroom. Moving down to the main hall, he admired the large starry night that took the place of the ceiling. This place was something entirely different than what she assumed. His home was actually slotted into a groove upon the top of Chronos, the Guardian Angel of Eden. It was high in the skies and unreachable… for her. Walking up those steps, he walked to the top of the stairs and through the waiting portal. Landing on grass, his toes scrunched against the ground as he sighed “I… I want you to rub my head.” He wanted her fingers in his hair, stroking and petting and doing what her magic little digits did to him. Grumpy, and displeased with being unable to continue touching her, he recognized they had to eat. It was hard to pick which he liked more between eating, hunting and fucking. Perhaps he was too simple, embarrassed as he realized how far he had fallen from distinguished Anti-Christ. Now he was… weak, primal because they had snatched the god killing powers he stole back from him. Laughing, he supposed it was for the best. His body was still that of a perfect being, something dangerous but enticing. He was a dangerous being that would’ve wrought havoc all those years ago. Now the green trees and tall grass kissed his elbows and licked her feet. Animals sat about and grazed before bolting from a bored predator or playful cub. Often he thought that it was sad.
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watching the flowers die around him. The only thing that kept him happy was watching the grass come back greener. It made him feel a little better. Turning back to her, he offered an oddly unhostile smile. It was awkward and nowhere as handsome as his dangerous grins, yet it was honestly greeting her politely. Sure, the beast may be rude but he didn’t want what he loved to hold hate him for it. They had been walking for a twenty minutes, the leaves were starting to get thicker. The light was starting to poke through the patches less and less. There were less patches and with every step, things seemed to become more mysterious. Rather than evil, the vibe of the forest was eerie, as if it was looking. His hands grabbed her feet and he sweetly squeezed, massaging in a slow roll as he ran his fingers beneath her soles. Smiling back at her, his smile seemed more natural this time, reassuring “You can’t get hurt while you’re near me.” And it was true. For things did leap out, first a tiger from beneath a patch of oddly large shrubs. Yet despite it’s speed, he caught the thing by the throat and squeezed. The tiger went slack, not making a single sound. However he didn’t kill the creature, no despite what it looked like, the creature was very much alive. It was playing dead, trying to get tossed away so the beast could run back to the forest. He didn’t let it go, holding it as they walked and grumbling as he felt glares from the forest. Rubbing her ankle with his free hand, he asked her innocently and waved the tiger about “Do you wanna play with it?” The force of the glares seemed to disappear and he couldn’t help the savage smile that tore apart his face. Sometimes he still enjoyed establishing understanding with the wild life. They were smarter than mortal beasts but only capable of high level animal command. Their talents were wasted when all they amounted to was a strong form and a blessing to lead beasts? Nothing. They were nothing and he hated reminding them.
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Pushing forward, he finally threw away the tiger and barked out a laugh as the poor beast flew. He hadn’t controlled his strength and sent the creature flying over the trees. Grabbing onto her ankles, he squeezed her for comfort almost. If he was honest, murder never sat well with him. He simply lost control easily and the difference was in his nightmares. The nights he stayed awake. The years of guilt and misery from being unable to control himself. Yet he held it together, and only laughed bitterly. Pushing forward, he stayed silent and searched for a clearing “Find a green patch… pork is close.” He hoped she liked pork, he did. @💜𝓕𝓲𝓸𝓻𝔂💜
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Celeste Sinclaire BOT 13-Dec-22 12:58 PM
The slight snarl had made her freeze a little but he seemed to correct her statement or misbelief that he didn’t know how the artifact worked. Oh, so there’s more than just the one piece that’s needed? That will be a tricky thing then… She thought, remaining quiet as he explained the situation to her. There were four wardens, this place was a maze and a prison. Celeste wondered how she was going to navigate the place and find the remaining wardens or artifacts needed in order to make hers whole. She imagined it wouldn’t be an easy thing to do either, considering he was locked here too and hadn’t gotten himself out yet. And he was much stronger than she was. His words to her made her perk up, realizing he had picked her up so she stood there in front of him instead of kneeling. He had asked if she wanted his help, and she got the feeling it wasn’t with continuing to bathe and tease her. No, it seemed he wanted to escape just as much as she did, so he was offering his assistance in this endeavor. Celeste found herself nodding in acknowledgement, answering him that yes, she would appreciate his help. As he rinsed himself and she did the same, he dressed himself in a long black robe. For her, she didn’t have anything other than her tattered uniform. Which wasn't really fit to wear anymore. Her pants maybe, but the top had been torn off and ruined. So she looked around for something she could wear instead and found that a small red length of fabric would have to do. It was too small for him to use, but for her she could make herself her own little makeshift dress. Taking the belt off of her pants, putting her bra on to give herself some support as well as her underwear. It was simple, fairly robe like in her own way but tied at the waist with her belt so it actually gave some shape to it. Celeste made a mental note to ask if there was somewhere she could get some proper clothes instead of a makeshift dress that only came down to her knees. The color at least matche
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d the crimson in her eyes though, which she at least could say was a plus for the fabric she’d grabbed. When she walked out and saw him kneeling she paused, hesitant before he instructed her to just get on. Celeste was careful when she got herself up into the seat he’d made. It was comfortable for her, which she appreciated, leaning herself forward on his back to make sure she didn’t unbalance him. For a moment she thought to ask him if she was too heavy, but he seemed to be able to move her with ease. So instead she just gazed around her at the stars that materialized above her and the vastness that she found herself in.
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When he leapt into the portal, Celeste found herself grasping hold of him around the neck, squeezing her legs around his sides until they landed on the grass. She had tightly shut her eyes, blinking them hesitantly once they landed, hearing his request of her at this point. It seemed an odd one, but one she could oblige him. It wasn’t too difficult to do. So Celeste gently began running her fingers through his hair, softly petting and stroking his scalp with her fingertips and combing his hair through her little digits. It was a calming movement, even for her. After a while her fingers slowed and she let herself lean forward against him again like she had before. Her eyes watched the foliage shift and change around him, noting how it seemed to die and then spring back to life. Celeste turned a little in order to ask him about it, if there was a reason for it, when she noticed he had looked back at her and was smiling. Had she done something? Was he going to do something? No, it seemed he just wanted to smile at her, perhaps in a kind way even though it didn’t come across that way. At least, it was polite and didn’t frighten her like his dangerous grins did. Perhaps, he was trying to still make amends she thought, so softly she returned his smile before turning to look at the forest they had found themselves in. She felt herself shrink up against him, a gentle shiver running down her spine. It was creepy here, where had they gone to now? Before she could ask she felt a tickling sensation on her soles and smiled, giggling at the gentle massaging movements. She was actually quite ticklish he would find. ”You can’t get hurt while you’re near me.”
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Her giggles subsiding, she nodded at his statement, a far kinder smile spreading over her face in return to him. She was about ready to relax a little when a beast leapt out, caught easily by him and she recognized the stripes of those of a tiger. It made her shrink up against him, hoping he hadn’t been bluffing to her, that she couldn’t get hurt while she was near him. “No… I don’t want to play with it! Put it down!” Celeste nearly squeaked, not wanting the poor thing hurt, but also not wanting it to attack them either. She flinched watching the body of the tiger flung away and out of sight. Poor thing… I hope it’s alright She thought, though it was very likely not alive anymore after that toss. Not wanting to think about it, Celeste snuggled in against him back, unsure how far they were going or when they would actually get there. Only knowing that he was warm, he was being protective and she felt relatively safe for the first time in over a month. Even the comforting way he squeezed her ankles wasn’t unwelcome. And since she hadn’t gotten a lot of sleep the night prior, Celeste couldn’t help the warmth that he emitted that was making her walls come down further and further. She vaguely heard him say something about a green patch, and pork but that was about it, letting her eyes close for a moment to rest against him. Him being kind to her allowed her to relax, allowed her to settle against him. Made her feel safe, mumbling gently against his back “you’re…warm..”
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After a little while, having accidentally allowed herself to doze against his back, she rubbed her cheek against him a little, letting herself wake again looking around before tapping him gently on the shoulder. Celeste pointed just to the left where a small green clearing was coming into view. “Is this what you’re looking for?” She asked in a gentle whisper to his ear, not wanting to startle anything in the area while he searched. Celeste hoped this was a green patch that he had been looking for, or searching for. Pork wasn’t terrible, she didn’t mind it, though she was wondering how he planned to catch it and more importantly, whether or not she wanted to be around when he caught and killed it. @Deleted User
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Morningstar BOT 14-Dec-22 03:14 AM
He smiled as she said he was warm and fell into a deep slumber. There wasn’t much to do until he cleared the thicket anyways so he didn’t mind her resting. Using his claws, he cut through the foliage with light flicks of his fingers. Laughing at the fun he had found, he happily spent a few hours getting through the dense foliage. The reason he mowed down fauna for so long was simple, they had to be able to actually spot the clearing to go there. With all the plant life it was hard to see, the bigger issue was the fact the plants were slowly growing back already. In ten minutes, he was back to square one. Swamped in humidity and greens that had been cut so effortlessly just a moment ago. He would’ve released a wave of fire but she was on his back and he wasn’t even going to try making a pocket in that wave for her body to not be incinerated. Shuddering at the thought, he gave her calves a squeeze to assure himself she was still there. Still. Safe. Sighing, he jumped up the trees and climbed up the enormous redwoods to a branch. After the beast looked for a few minutes, he felt her stir. His hands caressed her calves and slid up to squeeze her hamstrings. Cupping sensually, he kneaded her flesh. He sighed, poor baby, he didn’t want her to even be out here. But she was made for it. Grinning, his eyes locked on the green pasture she pointed out. It seemed she was every bit the tactical brained creature he had assumed her to be. Impressed by the various methods she employed to evade his capture, he found he had to come up with new ways to frighten her. It was fun. Until he realized she wasn’t just playing a game with him like he had been. She genuinely wanted to leave. The beast even found her attempts endearing at some point, a clear sign of how much terror and fear he had put in her. Releasing a sigh, he let those thoughts leave. Those things were the past. Now that she was truly his, he had responsibilities. In fact, the truth of the matter was that he didn’t
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want to leave. Well, rather than that, it was more accurate to say he didn’t want to leave to the extent she did. Probably because he didn’t have anything waiting. To her, she had people that counted on her to come back. All his people died a long time ago. He wanted to win and overthrow the ruthlessness that a perfectly inhuman being couldn’t see in life. The beast had once been a pioneer of knowledge that taught those beneath him. With a wisdom that seemingly rivaled God, his followers had inflated him with ego. Had it been a mere billion, he wouldn’t have cared. But to see a sea of stars raising their hands to praise your existence became addictive. That addiction led to God punishing him, for the sin of avarice. The sins that came after were all prophesied years before even God. It had been written into the fabric of his being. Talent rivaling God was sin. He understood that the simple fact his charisma had fooled the blind was wrong, they shouldn’t have been able to turn away from God. Things didn’t become better once he learned that this perfect being had just killed the God before him and stolen it. What had he been before God? A peon. He backstabbed his master to steal his powers. How could he, Morningstar, Dark Star, a paragon of truth! How could he let such a facetious being continue parading as if he were a sinless being. Abusing the authority given by his position to ensure things ran smoothly, proved the fact this God wasn’t perfect. The only thing he regretted was imagining that he would have been able to been Aleron, The Fore Father... God. Despite how much he hated it, he had grown weaker now than he once was. All of his abilities had been locked away and he wasn’t sure if he could protect her from the coming beings without them. Biting his lip, he dove down towards the clearing by pushing off with his feet. The mighty quads, abductors and hamstrings that comprised his thighs clenched as his calves lit up in veins.
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Snapping the branch with his takeoff, they rocketed towards the ground with nothing to catch them. Grinning, he laughed and slammed his feet into the ground as he landed. The mighty beast slid forward, his heels digging up the dirt and grass. He kneeled down and turned his head back to look over his shoulder, smiling for her, his smile seemed natural “Hop off for me sweetie.” Setting her down, he turned around and snatched her into his arms bridal style. His lips were hot as he captured hers, quietly forcing his tongue into her mouth. Groaning mutedly, the tip of his tongue licked under her tongue and tasted her sweet saliva. She tasted good and he licked licking her, so he did, turning his head into her for a moment. When he had finished his little snack, he pulled back and growled “You look cuter than usual.” His eyes seemed to burn with passion, an odd fire in his gaze when he peered upon her. Keeping her close, he walked forth into the grass. They continued and soon found a grass field with holes haphazardly dug into the ground. The beast was still a little dazed, his cheeks and chest hot as he panted softly. They didn’t step into the field, he set her down beside him and made her lie on her tummy. Lying down over her, he smiled softly seeing her small body get tucked beneath him so neatly. It felt good to be able to cover her like this. His arm wrapped around her right shoulder and followed her arm as he held his hand on her shoulder. His other bicep covered her left shoulder down to her forearms. Keeping her head tucked beneath his chest, he whispered into her ear “Look out there, it’s dinner baby.” Rubbing her palms with his thumbs as he held her hands in his “Those are Pyygmi. Smaller than normal hogs, faster and much… much more delicious.” They were hard to catch normally but he was fast enough to snatch them. The issue was they never came out when he was around, hence he wanted to leave her here.
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If he used her to draw them out, as she would be trespassing on their territory, he could catch scores of these delicious things. The issue was once one of them didn’t come back, the others wouldn’t go out. They dug speed holes but could communicate telepathically, hence why despite being haphazard, all the holes were the same size and distance from each other. Explaining this to her, he laughed and kissed her cheek “I promise you’re completely safe. Just trust me.” If they caught them all at once, they succeeded. Those creatures were dangerous in a pack, but they were also tender and he had a spice recipe that literally came from God. She would eat well tonight and be pleased for being a good girl. Unknowingly, his harness had been pressing into her crotch. He couldn’t feel anything but the softer insides of the leather contraption. Still appreciating the room he had, he ground his hips back and forth against her. His lips came to her ear “You ready baby?” The beast’s voice was huskier than it should’ve been, naturally gruff but more lustful than intended. There was an element of leisure in their activity, because of the docile nature of the porkies. Giggling to himself and thinking about poking them all on a stick, he grinned “Lets get us some food huh?” He explained that she would have to walk into the center of the field and scream as loud as she could. The noise would disturb the usually nocturnal creatures and they would chase her. She had to get across the field and the moment she felt like she couldn’t run anymore, all she had to do was say his name. Getting up off, he bit his cheek and couldn’t help himself. Leaning down, he pushed his face into her ass and gave a sweet kiss to her panty clad puss. Pulling back, he slapped her ass and hopped to his feet. Quick to bend back down, he picked her up by the hips and smirked. Hoisting her up into the air, he laid a kiss on her left ass cheek and a kiss above her right hip, on the side.
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Putting her down, he clutched her breast for a quick squeeze before growling in her ear. It was oddly threatening but lacked the sense of hostility, more demanding than anything else “You make me so warm I can’t think sometimes.” She was truly a treasure in his eyes, the attention he got from her felt better than anything he had felt before. All he wanted was for her to love and rub him together, kissing down her neck and body until she was all his. He knew she hadn’t accepted him in her heart, angry at his brutal lust. How could he help it? She was simply that beautiful, he didn’t think it was fair to give him something so wonderful and not let him play. That dark lust had created a heaviness in his aura, a threat in his every actions. Sharply, his eyes locked on hers as he seemed to drool for a moment, his hands twitching. Turning around, his hand went up to wipe his drool on the back of his wrist. Panting softly, he whispered “Give me… give me a few kisses… please.” He just wanted a bit of kissing, seemingly anticipating something as he went from foot to foot. Turning around, he kneeled down to get on eye level with her. He shut his eyes and waited, letting her do as she wished. Popping his left eye open just a smidge, he sighed and nodded before turning to get in position. Pleased. @💜𝓕𝓲𝓸𝓻𝔂💜
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Celeste Sinclaire BOT 14-Dec-22 12:18 PM
Celeste hadn’t realized at first how high up they had been when she had sleepily spied the clearing he was looking for. It took her a moment for it to register and her immediate reaction was to cling on tightly. Her fingers held tight to the robe he wore and her legs wrapped a little tighter around his midsection. Why in the world were they up a tree!? Thankfully they weren’t there long as he leapt off towards the ground. Celeste hid her face and made a soft frightened squeak of a noise. She had never been one for heights, which was what made her best for tactical work instead of field. She liked numbers, strategies, puzzles and difficult situations to work through. Leaping from trees was certainly not her favorite method of transportation. When asked for her to hop down, she gladly did so, just happy to be on the earth or whatever plane of existence they were on was called. Solid ground at least. Celeste had taken just a gentle sigh of relief, feeling better at being off his back not just because of the heights they’d leapt from, but also because she didn’t want him to feel like some kind of pack mule carrying her around. It… it was nice though… like he actually cared a little.. That I wasn’t just a toy… She thought, turning just enough for him to scoop her up into his arms again. Celeste had a moment to take in a breath before he caught her lips on his. A softly muffled noise was made in protest but it was mostly just out of surprise. The heat he had was a little overwhelming, and she found herself giving a gentle gasp when he finally released her lips from his. A soft pink rose on her cheeks at his compliment, and she turned to look away from him, running her fingers through her long silvery hair. She didn’t know if she should thank him or scold him for being so forward with her. It took a moment, but she decided that he deserved at least one of those reactions. “Th-Thank you…” He still intimidated her a little, but his continued kindness was growing on her
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. It at least made him more endearing to her, and more willing to do as he asked. Though the idea of escape was her main objective, she wondered what he would do once he was finally free of this maze prison they were in. Where would he go? Were there others like him that he could find? Would she just take him in like he was some kind of pet until he found somewhere on his own? Certainly not… I doubt he’d want to stay in a run down little flat anyway. The thought had her thinking of her home, wondering if it had been revoked from her since she went missing. It had been a month here, but how long had it been at home? Was it the same amount of time? Did she even have a home to go back to anymore?
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All of these questions were ones that troubled her, because they weren’t ones she could rightly answer. They did a fairly good job at distracting her, finding herself on the grass again, gently laying down on her front and recognizing him over top of her. Her heart raced a little, feeling him cover her so easily, before she began to listen to the instructions he gave. Celeste just tried to focus on that, not of how small she felt underneath him. Focus on the mission at hand, nothing else. “So… I just have to run away?” She asked, though he seemed to answer her with his instructions. Celeste thought to ask if there was a better way, but she found that instead she found herself at the mercy of his affections again. She hadn’t done anything this time to warrant it, though this time she didn’t pull or struggle to get away. It had surprised her, but it wasn’t altogether unpleasant from him. Her cheeks flushed a little when he finally let her go, her hands quickly straightening the makeshift dress she wore so it laid and covered her again. Her eyes turned as she noticed him kneeling down next to her, eye level with her now. At first she thought to smack him for kissing her and slapping her ass the way he had, but the thought slipped away fairly quickly. Celeste could tell just with the way he handled her this time that it wasn’t something he might have had control over. That and he had asked her nicely, even using the word please when he asked for affection from her. Hesitant for just a moment, Celeste softly sighed and nodded.
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“Alright… but you got one earlier… this makes two… and after this, I’ll give you a third. That’s a few… Okay?” She said gently, not really waiting to see if he would agree to the terms she was laying out for him. Whether he did or not was irrelevant. It made Celeste feel a little more in control of her life giving these little rules to him. To try and keep some kind of agency over herself. Even though it was clear he could take what he wanted whenever he wanted, she wanted to incentivize the brute that he would get more working with her than forcing her. Softly, she pressed her lips against his. Unlike his where his passion was rough and forced, herself was sweet and gentle. A quiet flickering warmth instead of a roaring fire. Her hands came up and cupped his face, mostly because she wanted to keep him still for her. Last thing she wanted was for him to get too excited and forget the mission they were on. Her tongue was gentle, like she was knocking instead of forcing her way into his mouth, taking the opportunity to playfully stroke at his wet muscle in his mouth before retreating back and away. Celeste let the kiss linger before pulling back and taking a step backwards, scarlet eyes watching his reaction. He seemed pleased with the action, so she just looked out at her task ahead.
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Truthfully, Celeste felt silly as she made her way to the center of the field where the little hogs were to live. She stopped right in the middle, looking around at the little dart holes before looking back up to him, the expression on her face clearly showing apprehension, a ‘Are you sure about this?’ in a way being conveyed to him. Still, she shook her head and as he instructed, she let out a loud shout. Not quite a scream as she couldn’t get it quite that loud, but at least something to startle the pigs out of their holes. At first it was one or two little pigs that popped out of the ground and made their way closer to Celeste. She almost thought they were cute, kneeling down a little to pet them fondly. Until she started to realize that there were far more than just a couple. A couple turned to a few, that turned to a couple dozen or more. And not every one of them looked pleased that she was there. She was soon sent off, running across the field with a large pack at her heels. It was troubling as she had to keep checking to be sure she wouldn’t step into a hole and twist her ankle. At one point a hog got close enough to her to bite at her ankle that made her leap away to avoid being bitten. Th-That’s enough… I. Oh god please help. She whined to herself, trying to avoid stepping and tripping on the little pigs as they caught up to her and swarmed her legs. One finally caught her foot and she tumbled to the ground in a little ball, almost comically. Her silvery hair waved like a banner when she stopped at the edge of the field. Her scarlet eyes wide as the horde made its way to her squealing and pounding their little hooves. Celeste did the only thing she knew to do, shouting out before covering her face and head with her arms. She was no fighter and had no weapon to use against the angry pigs. The only fighter she knew of, the only weapon she could utilize, had promised she would not be hurt as long as she stayed near to him. “Morningstar please!” <@10
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Morningstar BOT 15-Dec-22 03:19 AM
His mouth opened for her and willingly let her tongue into his comfort. Groaning softly, he enjoyed how warm her tongue was. Truly, he tried to be soft but he just got so excited he couldn’t control himself. Whimpering, he used the top of his tongue to meet hers before pulling back. When they had separated to get into position he was still dazed. She made him feel bothered! He couldn’t help it… Looking down, he wondered if he was bad for needing her. Passion was hard to control and it felt so much harder when he was with her. Struggling to stay focused as he saw her, he only nodded and winced as his sensitive ears heard the noise. She hadn’t screamed exactly but it wasn’t all that far off, at least in regard to his hypersensitive senses and body. He sighed as she kneeled down to pet the pigs, she would regret that soon. As if on command piglets oinked upon seeing her, some in excitement and others in anger. They kicked and charged at her with their small but shark tusks out. Grinning wide, he laughed hard as she ran her ass off. She should’ve known better than to try and pet something he told her to run from. The pigs that displayed curiosity or excitement were younger but it was the older pigs which led the pack. She wouldn’t be able to fool those animals, a little too wise for such caliber of trickery. After all, he hoped she didn’t think they were going to somehow humanely eat them or something. Shaking his head at the detestable act of playing with food, he laughed and thought that she might feel that way about him. The beast could only grin and lean forward in anticipation as she seemed to lose breath. All the piglets seemed to be kicking up a cloud as they rushed forth. Finally, she seemed to trip as he had hoped she would. The task he gave her wasn’t easy and by no means was he expecting her to last without him. In the instant she cried out his name, he snarled and leapt forth with all his might. The air cracked as he pushed
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off and rocketed towards her. The horde had nearly gotten their hooves on her sweet flesh and trampled her when they were blown up into the air. As he slammed down upon the earth before her, the pigs began to fall. With a clench in his right hand, a flurry of punching noises erupted like a thunderstorm. Almost comically, all the small creatures fell to the ground and laid dead. Their heart had been blown up by a hyper speed flick, a rhythmic strike that ruptured their heart inside their body. No blood at all and certainly nothing to make her unhappy with him. Turning around, he sighed and picked her up in his arms. Tenderly, he let his magic lift her and seat her on his back once more. Placing a hand on her head, he brought his right cheek to her left and shut his eyes while he held the side of her face. Rubbing up, he turned his lips up to her temple. Kissing her ear, he whispered “You ran so fast! I’m proud of you.” Even as he took care of Celeste and checked up on the small woman, he had begun to lay the pigs one over the other. They had to be in a pyramid shape to be taken back,. The little things weren’t that heavy alone but he was hoarding so many she wouldn’t ever be able to lift it. Resigning himself to a life of picking up heavy things, he sappily kissed her cheek and stared into her eyes “Did you have fun?” He had never felt like this before, taking care of something was not a thing he had ever done before. She gave him a sense of warmth that breathed life into him. Before her, he had never realized just how miserable the struggle of loneliness had been to him. Unable to even understand he was being cruel was comprehend the scope of his actions harm. Sometimes there was nothing in his eyes, just an animal hunger that breathed fire and clawed out hearts from beating chests. Trying to be good to her was hard but he enjoyed trying. She was sensitive, small, weak, angry… he couldn’t help the beaming grin on his face as he stared at her.
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She was it for him. There was no one else. Shaking his head, he ensured to never tell her such things. Giving her any more power was a fanged trial, perhaps not dangerous but very likely to leave him with wounds he couldn’t heal from. Sighing, he finished stacking the pigs and lifted them into the air telekinetically. In all his years, this wasn’t a feeling he had been able to kindle before. With the coming of Celeste, he had gained one of his powers back. A major force and something he was happy to once again wield. The god made the pigs float into the air like a care package dropped from a plane. That far up, nothing would be able to get their food and cause a disturbance in the forest. Uneaten prey drew predators and while he wanted to play with the kitties, he recognized she didn’t. While they walked back, he pondered about why he liked her. He was more than aware of how much fear he had struck into her. The beast had always been aware. Fear wasn’t something so easily hidden from a being that killed millions of people with millions of ways to try and conceal their fear of death. Few truly didn’t care about dying. He knew she was not one of them. Why else would she have fought so hard? Or maybe he was that scary? The beast didn’t really understand what he did wrong. He told her not to run and she did so he caught her. What else was he supposed to do? Let her get killed and eaten by all the hungry animals? Eden was paradise for the beings that God had deigned to not be harmed. Otherwise this was just a dimension filled with animals physically empowered to slice concrete. It was not safe. She wasn’t aware at the time but he hoped she would come to understand that he never said she couldn’t leave… No, he only begged for her to stay. That’s all he wanted. For her to stay because she wanted to be with him. Uncomfortable with the thought that he was holding her against her will, he reminded himself she got trapped first. He didn’t call her here or anything like it.
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The dirt path was nice and worn, something he used often despite not having to eat living flesh. Eating the dead was something he had to do when he was in hell. Of course he hated it, those days were awful all the same. Hell was an escape from sin yet hell all the same, no longer having to feel guilty about slashing up everything around him meant not. Souls came down there for years expecting something awful and they were right. For the all of eternity, he had nearly spent every single moment in existence slashing. A machine that ran on blood and hate. Thinking about those days unwillingly brought down an intense bloodlust. It was the first time the entire forest seemed to quiet. There wasn’t a ruckus but rather the unholy silence of prey shaking while trying not be found. It was a thick sensation that made living things cold, like icy fangs chilling the night. As heat was something that predators used to find prey, his bloodlust caused an instinctive response in organic bodies. Extreme temperature drop, and combined with the fire he was so intricately entwined with led him to be a deadly presence. He had become the apex predator and it was well understood that he wouldn’t be defeated. Still, because of his demonic energy the animals were forced to charge towards him. Aleron was cruel and weak, a God that had a frighteningly human ego which pettily forced the poor things to breed just to be slaughtered by Morningstar. So he stayed quiet and marched while maintaining the pugs high up in the air. When they started to draw near the portal destination today, the pigs began to float lower slowly. Struggling to be more upbeat, he pulled back that red aura of death and realized rather despairingly that she was with him. He turned back and felt his blood go cold as he felt her against him. Freezing. Hurriedly kneeling down, he pulled her off his back and laid her out. She had passed out and wasn’t breathing, not uncommon for extreme bloodlust exposure.
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Panicking, he could only try and take deep breaths before gently crossing his hands over her chest. Trying to summon the fire inside him, he snarled and forced it to be gentle. Much weaker and thus slower, the fire energy seeped inside her to raise her body temperature. Circulating the energy inside her, he could feel how angry and easily his fire was ready to roast her. It wanted to consume and he refused to let it. After several silent minutes of intense focus, he let go and panted in exhaustion. While unparalleled in hand to hand combat, he was not a healer. This was hard. She still hadn’t spoken but he knew she was awake. Quietly, he covered her eyes and got on his knees so he could lean down to whisper in her ear while she slept “If you don’t wake… I might just have a bite.” That purr was anything but predatory, hungry yes but not for her flesh… not to consume it anyway. Grinning, he waited and soon pouted when he realized she probably didn’t want to talk to him. Sighing, he just let it happen and picked her back up into his arms. The pyramid of pigs was waiting for them by the portal. With a grunt, he stabilized the magic and floated the pigs through before he followed with her. Seemingly cold, he set her down and spoke frigidly “I’ll be cooking.” There was an irritation he had for the exchanges between them. Morningstar didn’t understand why she couldn’t just let him have her when he wanted. He didn’t think he was so bad at making her feel good it was fucking disgusting. Did she like it some other way? Grumbling to himself, he worked diligently and sighed in exhaustion. This was a new feeling for the beast, usually he couldn’t have his mood brought down by anyone. But here she was, making him feel like shit. Groaning, he threw his head back and went to wash his hands. The pigs were now all gutted and cleaned, ready to be cooked. He’d left them whole so he could pull the meat across skewers. It’d give the meat a more even cook and slowly roast the pork.
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Eventually he settled on using a dry rub and then a complimentary marinating blend before leaving them to smoke. When he came back to find her where he had left her, there was nothing he could do to stop himself. Sitting down next to her, he seemed to look down and not say a word. Silently, his hand creeped to gently curl her fingers over his palm. Bringing her knuckles to his lips, he kissed them and held her hand there so he could bring his forehead to the back of her palm. He wouldn’t speak until she did, his pride being too great to say sorry. @💜𝓕𝓲𝓸𝓻𝔂💜
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Celeste Sinclaire BOT 15-Dec-22 02:10 PM
Celeste curled into a ball, waiting for the horde of pigs to trample her. She shivered in a small heap, her arms over her head while she waited. But the attack and bites and hooves never came. Gingerly, she lifted her head to look out to see what had happened. She never felt like she would ever feel more relieved to see him than she was now. He had kept his promise to her, and was dispatching the little hogs easily. It was actually incredible to watch how easily the pigs were killed and so cleanly before being stacked up in a neat pile. He… he actually came when I yelled for him… She thought, a little surprised and breathing heavily as she moved to stand back up. He was in the process of stacking the hogs up, when Celeste found her feet moving quickly underneath her. Overwhelmed at what had happened, she wrapped her arms around his middle, burying her face in the robe he wore just as he was turning around to her. “Th-Thank you…” The words were muffled against the fabric as he slowly lifted her up and put her onto his back again like before. When she settled again in that seat, she watched as he continued to stack the pigs, quietly putting his hand on her cheek and even kissing her gently on the ear. Celeste couldn’t help the little smile that came to her lips hearing her praise how fast she had run, and that he was actually proud of her. I can’t tell if you’re making fun of me or not, but I’d like to think you’re not… She thought, watching as he expertly stacked the pigs into a pyramid and kissed her cheek. Her face flushed a little, looking at him a little quizzically. “I… I wouldn’t say ‘fun’ is the right word for it…” She said in a low mumbling words, putting her face down to hide it against his back again. Celeste felt bad that he was carrying her around, carrying this stack of pigs for the pair of them. There was certainly more than she could ever eat herself, so she assumed that most of them would go to him. Not that she minded necessarily. It meant th
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ere was plenty for the both of them. Her heart thumped hard in her chest, and she found herself leaning against him now that she felt she wasn’t in any danger anymore. Her scarlet eyes watched the stack of soon to be pork meals rise into the air and hover there away to keep what she only assumed were predators from getting to them.
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“You are incredible…” she whispered, saying it to him but not necessarily in a way that she meant to. It was more she was having the thought out loud and it just slipped out. Celeste didn’t even seem aware of it until after it hung in the air a moment, before her scarlet eyes blinked and she looked over his shoulder at him. “I… I mean..well…I guess I just mean… that when you’re not being mean to me… that.. Yes… you are very impressive..” Her stammered words were just her trying to make sure he understood what she had meant. Though whether or not he actually would was debatable for her. She certainly hadn’t wanted to make him angry with her, or to think that she was patronizing him or not being truthful. Deep down she was discovering that perhaps her initial assessment of him was in part mistaken. Though as she said this, he seemed to remain quiet. Lost in his own thoughts perhaps. A soft plume exhaled from her mouth and Celeste suddenly realized how cold she was getting. Why was it so cold? It didn’t seem like the temperature had dropped or that the season had changed. No, it still looked as if it was a perpetual spring around them. So why in the world was she starting to freeze. “W-We should get b-back soon…” She mumbled, unable to hide the shiver in her voice. Maybe he doesn’t realize how cold it is.. Celeste thought, curling herself against his back hoping for that warmth that he had had before on their walk out here. She was met with just more of the same cold. Her arms held herself close, shivering as she struggled to keep her eyes open. Why was it so cold all of a sudden, and why couldn’t he feel it like she could? Slowly, her body started to shut down, and before she knew it she had slipped into unconsciousness, frozen like a sweet statue against him… Celeste was back home, looking around her quiet little flat apartment, a one bedroom place that was just enough room for a singular person. Her bed was small and her living room was full of paperwork and
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documents strewn on the floor, on the coffee table and on the kitchen counters nearby. Her dining room area didn’t actually have a table, but was more a reading nook, with tall bookshelves and a lounge chair to sit in. This too was covered in newspapers and different levels of parchment and letters from the main office. There were a few maps with red marks drawn on them on the floor and as Celeste moved around the home, she was amazed that she was back.
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”It’s… like I never left…” She said aloud, though her voice sounded echoed and distant. Looking down at herself, she still wore that makeshift dress she had made out of the red fabric she’d found. It seemed that it was the only thing that was truly out of place for her, the only part that made her pause. Her hands moved to the chair and picked up the headline paper that she had been reading before the excursion she had been assigned. Flipping to the page she had been interested in, Celeste found that most of the articles were fuzzed and blurred, except for one. ‘Renowned tactician to lead Exploratory Expedition after Archeologists find unknown artifact; Some say this is a poor call and a more experienced leader should be appointed’. Her face scrunched a little, her hands crumpling the paper in spite at it. ”We’ll see about that. ‘More experienced leader’, I am more experienced! I’m just… not experienced in the field. And it’s just an exploratory mission, nothing more. How bad could it be?” Celeste wasn’t actually speaking, instead she turned to see a vision of herself, clad in her crisp and clean uniform, speaking to herself in the hallway mirror and hyping herself up for the mission she was about to go on. The mission that would ultimately trap her in another realm. The one where she would never come home. ”No! Wait! Don’t go! It’s a trap!” She shouted at her past self, but the words seemed to fall on deaf ears, and Celeste watched herself as she picked up her coat and strode out the door, the artifact in question dangling on her hip. I have to stop this… I can’t let her go.. She’ll get trapped… I’ll get trapped! She thought, running towards the door and pulling on the knob relentlessly. The door wouldn’t budge, no matter how hard she pulled and twisted and tried.
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”Don’t you want to stay with me?” It was a darker voice now, male, and she turned slowly to find the owner of it. Her apartment was sprouting grass and flowers under his feet, a tree had sprouted in her living room and the distant sound of pig hooves clattering over her hardwood floors echoed behind him. He still wore that black robe from before as he walked closer to her, and Celeste could only shrink against the door at the heat coming off of him. It was hot even though it was also comforting; she didn’t realize how chilly her apartment was. Without another word from her and closing her eyes, this Morningstar leaned in to whisper into her ear in a gentle predatory purr. ”If you don’t wake… I might just have a bite.” A quick gasp made her open her eyes into darkness, his hand over them as she breathed on the ground once he had warmed her back up. Celeste panted on the ground, trying to get her bearings again and realizing that she had never gone back to her apartment. It had just been a dream, a trick of her subconscious playing with her and teasing her of the past. Realizing this made Celeste unbearably sad, knowing that even if she did go home, she had nothing really to greet her there once she arrived. No family or friends would greet her from the harrowing adventure. She might get a reporter or two but that kind of fame or notoriety never really lasted. A slight nod was given to him as she just lay there to breathe, hearing him say that he would go and cook the pigs that had been caught.
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Slowly her senses returned to her, and she sat up on the ground while he went about the work of skinning and preparing all the pigs they had caught together. Well, Celeste had run from while he had caught them perhaps was more accurate. She sighed and held her knees for a moment until she registered he had returned to sit next to her. Celeste watched as he picked up her hand and gently kissed the back of it, holding it sweetly in his palm and being silent, just waiting it seemed to her. Quietly, still letting her heart settle from the scare she had gone through, Celeste looked down a moment, unsure if she should actually look at him with this inquiry. “Do… Do you want me to stay? Not just… not just as a toy… but in general?” She asked, having never actually asked him if that was what he wanted from her at all. Celeste was beginning to think that her home was no longer hers, and that where she found herself now was possibly where she would live out the rest of her pathetic excuse for existence. But at least, if he wanted her around, that was something. It at least meant something to her perhaps. After all, no one really seemed to want her around back home. @Deleted User
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Morningstar BOT 15-Dec-22 05:05 PM
He seemed to hear her words and intake them through a series of thoughts. Pride was the first thing that he could link to the infuriating rage he suddenly felt snap. Snarling, he tackled her against the bed and held her throat. For a moment he didn’t say anything, his knees by her hips as he towered over her. Leaning down, he searched her eyes with wild ones before shutting them. Looking away, he let out a hot exhale and dived back into her with a sharp turn of his neck. His hand ran up the side of her hip, the thumb on her throat beginning to trace a star. Biting down on jaw, he chewed on the bundle of nerves in the center of her jaw. His teeth were pointy and hot, but her bit gently to not hurt her. Suckling sweetly, his thumb traced a rose on her throat before he whispered “I want you more than anything I ever wanted.” He was yearning for her affections and attention, any piece of fire she would give him to fuel his peace. If he could just spend all his time on her lips and in their sheets, he would. It really was a shame she was human, but that was also something he liked about her. She wasn’t scared even though she could die. Not many things said that when faced with him. Granted, he had admittedly been closer and more vulnerable to her than anyone else. Even then his heart felt hard, like she couldn’t love him enough to feel it inside. Curling around her, his arms hugged her back into him “Sometimes I don’t know what I want… I-I like taking things.” He confessed into her neck quietly, lapping as he panted. All Morningstar wanted was for her to have the passion she could feel for others with him. He knew she had been able to connect before, the frustration at her near denial of how often he begged was annoying. At one point, his hand twitched dangerously and he had to let her throat go before he did something bad. Biting the hand that behaved badly, he put behind his back in a time out and gripped her right side
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as he pressed his passionate lips against her collarbone “I want to be cared for once.” He had never allowed someone to provide for him at all. And still, he didn’t know what that meant for him. @💜𝓕𝓲𝓸𝓻𝔂💜
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Celeste Sinclaire BOT 16-Dec-22 07:56 AM
Celeste made a soft yelping noise at his sudden reaction to her question. Had she offended him? Upset him? It wasn't her intention to do that. She was just coming to the conclusion that even if she had tried to leave, there might not be a place for her when she finally did get out. That didn't mean that she didn't still want freedom, and she assumed that he would to of course. No one wants to be cooped up forever. So it perplexed and startled her why he suddenly decided to pounce on her the way he had. "I... I'm sorry! I didn't mean to upset you." She said quickly, realizing that his hold on her throat wasn't restricting her airflow this time nor was it tight enough to keep her from speaking. It had a gentleness to it unlike how it had been before and she squirmed a little feeling the shapes he traced on it. While her scarlet colored eyes looked up at him, she didn't seem angry or upset by his actions. More surprised but then curious at his behavior. Celeste listened intently to what he said, blinking a little in amazement at what she heard. He wanted her, more than anything? No one wants me... The thought immediately answered him, as if defying what he was saying. Why would anyone, want a useless thing like her? She wasn't strong or daring, she was a strategist and a great tactician, but she couldn't fight or anything really useful. Planning a fight and being in one are two very different things. For some reason, she felt unafraid of him when he pulled her in for that hug, her arms returning it slowly as she didn't want to startle him the same way. "I can tell you like taking things..." Her words were gentle, not upset or angry just gentle and almost kind. That was one thing she could say she knew. He did take, and he seemed to relish in it. Was she just something, he wanted to take too? Something to collect until he was bored of her? And then what would happen, would she end up like those pigs? Or perhaps just thrown away like an old toy that wasn't played w
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ith anymore. The thought of being alone, of being without someone, anyone, to talk to or be with, actually made Celeste hold him a little tighter. He was odd and cruel sometimes, but at least he was there. He had moments where he seemed to care for her safety and well being, and there had been other times where he was violent and frightened her. Her eyes watched as he removed the hand from her throat but promptly bit it as if it was going to act on it's own without it's master's permission. "D-Don't do that..." The words said softly, her hand reaching for the one he'd put behind his back. It couldn't have felt good biting himself like that, and her immediate instinct was to check that he hadn't hurt himself. That he hadn't broken skin with those sharp teeth he had. He'd be able to tell that her breathing moved a bit faster at his lips against her, asking to be cared for while kissing at her collarbone. It she was truly honest, she did enjoy the affections he gave. No one else had been able to get so close to her before. She had always closed them off. Too busy with her nose behind a book or her pen scratching along paper. There was never time to date or entertain the idea of caring for someone or having them care for her. It had just never been practical for Celeste. Practical... It was always something I wanted.. but... never knew how to obtain it.. She thought, pulling his hand closer so she could have a better look. It didn't look like he had broken skin or really hurt himself. Just a small mark. Her thumb gently traced over where he'd bitten himself, rubbing lightly to try and soothe any pain there. "I told you that I'd stay... And, I meant that..." She started, bringing her lips to the back of his hand and pressing against it softly. "So... I'll take care of you. Then we can get our freedom together...Alright?" She assumed he still wanted that. That he still wanted out of this cage. She didn't know anything else. @Deleted User
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Morningstar BOT 16-Dec-22 10:58 AM
He hugged her and stayed silent, his embrace was warm but distant. It was as if he couldn’t touch her properly, as if he couldn’t embrace her with the love he should’ve. The beast stared down at the bed and let out a sigh, trying to let that spark in his stone heart finally light ablaze. Still he couldn’t. Not even breathing, he stayed silent as he tried to kiss his live into her. There wasn’t a feeling he could name to fee for her. Nor were there many things other than hunger consuming his thoughts. But he wanted to try. So he did his best to worship her with his lips, pamper her skin and feel that maybe his madness was worth it. If he could convince her that he wasn’t going to rip her apart and use her go death… maybe she would love him. He wondered what love was. Sometimes he looked at her and thought he felt it. But when his gaze turned away, he saw blood and gore. That hell of slashing and killing lasting into the nights where he couldn’t sleep. There were parts of him she had been very fortunate to not meet. He was scared he’d kill her before he could love her. His hands grabbed her hips as he pushed his face into her neck. Panting gently, he cupped her neck with his lips and dragged them close once again. Fruit bared from rotting trees were rotten. Shutting his eyes, he grabbed the bed beside her shoulders. He was learning that his hands were eager to feel her flesh. That eagerness could easily become a reaction that made him cut. He hated cutting. Pulling his lips back, he ran his red tongue over his lips and whispered “There was a time where I took a life for each beat of my heart.” Blood and flesh had become a daily sensation on his skin, a bath. He didn’t know why he told her, but he supposed she should know if he wanted her to understand anything. While sustenance would sooth his body and enable his muscles to recover, he needed to consume something with high energy. Souls were the highest form of energy, pure life. Priceless. In truth, a single soul had
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Morningstar BOT 16-Dec-22 11:17 AM
unfathomable value. It was just that the amount of souls he had here were nothing. Once he got outside... he was going to feast. Bringing his tongue against the soft and supple skin of her neck, he dragged his fangs over. Snapping his fangs away, he groaned into her ear as he seemed to become uncomfortable. Trying not to get hard, he relaxed and let his lips kiss along her jaw. His face buried into her neck as he seemed to hide, his hands coming to ride up her sides. There was a moment where his fangs seemed ready to claim her. He knew he could force her to free him again but he didn’t want to. Something about touching her when she didn’t want him injured his pride. As if he were ugly. He pulled his lips from suckling on her neck. Tasting her was addictive and he struggled to quit. Ashamed that he needed to be loved by a girl. Ashamed to be fighting his nature to not be alone. Ashamed to be trying to be honest about all the horrible ways he wanted to fuck her. Pulling back, his chest rose as his head hung from his shoulders. From the angle, it seemed that he had fallen asleep, limp. But he was merely stretching. The next time his eyes laid upon her, they seemed to be as empty as he was. In truth, under the rage and anger, the things he had stolen from him wouldn’t ever return. He tried his best but he was sure she didn’t want him. Perhaps he was the best choice she could make, the stronger the husband the better, no? At least, he assumed that it was. They were weak. Strength would be something they valued even more. Staring into her eyes, he tried to fill himself with her affection. The beast thought that if he could shower her with enough love and attention, it might make him feel it. He supposed the actions weren’t lies… he did need her, but he wondered how long he would be needed. Something about their relationship felt transactional, it was his fault, he knew. Chuckling bitterly, he pulled empty eyes away from her and laid his face in her chest.
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Morningstar BOT 16-Dec-22 11:27 AM
The problem was that it wasn’t sexual, pressed up into her breasts like this should’ve made him happy. But it didn’t. He felt happy to be close, he felt lust from her breasts. Trying to relax, he nuzzled his face into her chest and laid his cheek against her quietly. The beast seemed to kiss at the inside of her right breast as his cheek lay upon the other globe. Looking up at her, he seemed to just stare at her with those normal eyes. They weren’t wild, just empty. The fire of those emotions filled up the hole they burned into his soul. Despite being strong, he knew he wasn’t going to be proud of himself for that. His strength was thievery and he didn’t care. That means was used to kill a perfect being, one that nearly lost. Shaking his head, he grumbled and buried his face back between her breasts. Trusting her was not something he had believed he had to do. As, he had not thought she would become so important. Unfortunately, he had been unprepared. He couldn’t breathe without her giving him her attention and love. It was the only thing that made him smile and he thought that maybe if he smiled enough… maybe then he could please her well enough to be loved. Staring up at her, he seemed to want her to touch him and couldn’t say it. Grabbing her hand, he laid her palm on his cheek and huffed as he felt her “You’re mine.” @💜𝓕𝓲𝓸𝓻𝔂💜
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Celeste Sinclaire BOT 17-Dec-22 10:33 AM
The silent hug felt like it should have meant more, at least to her it should have. It had been warmer before, had been something that he would embrace her and she could feel more through it. Though it seemed at this particular moment, he wasn’t feeling himself. Celeste wasn’t afraid of this version of him, he seemed almost quiet in his mannerisms. He was so confusing, at one moment he was alive and boastful, loud and seemingly unstoppable but then there were other times like now where he was just quiet, almost sorrowful, like he had just lost his most prized possession and he had no leads on where to find it. His words made her swallow a little, a tremor of fear running through her spine. He used to kill so many? For how long? For what purpose? Am… Am I next? The questions raced through her head rapidly, but she didn’t dare struggle to get away from him. No, instead she lay under him and tried to let herself relax. Celeste found that his kisses and affections were nice, even though initially they were foreign and a little scary for her. No, I think… I think if he wanted me dead, he would have done so already… but… why keep me alive? She thought, watching his little movements until she realized that her arm had come forward to stroke at his chest while he kissed her. Had she meant to do that? Probably, at least on a subconscious level Celeste enjoyed touching him, petting him, hearing the happy noises he could make and even deep down some of the more commanding tones that came out too. “I… I’m glad you don’t do that anymore… Kill so many I mean…” she whispered softly as he pulled away from her to stretch. It was her way of confirming that he didn’t want to do that any more, or at least didn’t want her dead. Her hand had followed him for a moment, just until he was out of reach of her fingertips. When he looked up at her again, she caught the glimpse of sadness and emptiness hidden in the depths of him. Why was he sad? Celeste would have asked, feeling her bo
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dy calm under him, but he seemed tired and decided to use her as his own personal pillow support. While he lay there between the soft mounds of flesh, she was sure he’d be able to hear the gentle thudding her heart made at his closeness, and how it made her body react. You know… you’re actually really sweet when you want to be…. She thought quietly, watching as he seemed to nuzzle down and relax into her.
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This was nice, a new experience that she didn’t get when she was at home. Mostly ignored and never thought of as someone that anyone wanted to be around. But he wanted her around it seemed. If only for her body or perhaps to laugh at the antics she wasn’t great at. But at least he wants you… That was a truthful thought, one she struggled to reconcile with. She didn’t pull her hand away from him when he placed her palm on his cheek. Nor did she flinch when he declared in a huff that she belonged to him. It instead made her chest buzz a little. He really did want her. He really did need her, in some fashion. It was an excitable feeling, one she couldn’t quite understand. The fever dream she had had before while unconscious and cold ran through her head. The empty apartment filled and messy with books and stacks of papers. The dull colored walls and the overall silence that the home had. The way her shoes echoed eerily on the floor when she walked. How she knew her fridge had been full of nothing but take out or food that was rotting as she hadn’t gotten to it fast enough or had time to clean and throw it out. Then her mind switched from the melancholy home she once knew to the vibrant colorful world she found herself in. While frightening at first, she was growing to like the prison like maze that Morningstar and herself shared and occupied. In the month or so that she had been trapped here, not another soul had shown up for either of them, other than the occasional animal or beast like earlier in the day. The trees and flowers were bright and beautiful, the air was clean and crisp, and the night skies above were breathtaking. Maybe…it’s not so bad here…
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Gently on her own accord, while he held one hand to his cheek, Celeste took the other and softly ran her fingers through his hair. She wasn’t asking him to move or struggling to let her up and out from under him. Celeste recognized that perhaps he just needed a little comfort himself, and the idea of how lonesome he must have been until her arrival dawned on her. She hadn’t seen anyone else other than him this whole time. The only conclusion that this line of thinking brought, was that he had been alone for an eternity possibly until her arrival. Her fingers continued to pet him gently, stroking through his hair and down his neck before rising and starting over again. Her head worked to find an answer for him, thinking perhaps he wanted one after declaring that she belonged to him. Any time she thought of the idea of being wanted or needed, it made her shiver, having never felt an embrace like that before. She found she liked being wanted, being needed. And if he needed her, then she wanted to continue to be needed by him. I suppose… I could give it a try… I’ve nothing else to lose… “Alright…” she whispered gently, leaning her head down to kiss the top of his quietly as he rested atop her breasts. “I’ll be yours. But that means you are mine too you know…” There was a small smile on her lips when she said this, as if she were declaring that he belonged to her too. She didn’t know if what she felt was just an infatuation or if she really could truly begin to call it love, that would take time to truly understand. One thing she was certain of, she did enjoy his company, did like having him around, even when he was a little rough with her. She liked how protective he was, how gentle he could be, and if she was truly honest with herself how commanding he was when he had fucked her. Celeste didn’t want to outwardly admit it, but she had liked him in that manner, had enjoyed the sex they’d had. And while she lay there under him, gently stroking his hair and tickling
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along the back of his neck with her fingertips, Celeste felt that if asked, she wouldn’t feel obligated to please him this time. It would be something she wanted just as much too. Quiet, like the whisper of a dove, Celeste began to hum sweetly. A slow gentle song she’d learned when she was little, a lullaby that she timed with the gentle petting strokes of her hand. The idea of escape to get home was slowly losing its appeal, and while she wanted freedom, Celeste wanted it for the both of them. She wanted them both to escape this maze-like prison, and part of her hoped that upon their escape that perhaps he would still want her. He would still need her. @Deleted User
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Morningstar BOT 18-Dec-22 01:29 AM
The hand against his chest was comforting and gave him some soothing. When he had laid back down on her breasts, he made sure to hold the sides of his woman. Despite how she might feel, he had never once believed her to be anyone else’s. It was more that he knew she wasn’t going to be his unless he took the ability to say no. So he did. Now she had to say yes, even if… even if she didn’t mean it. That thought brought him out from his thoughts and back to the heaven he was in. Whimpering in agony, he seemed to cuddle into her for comfort instinctively. Moments like this, where his hands shook as he clenched the cloth of her shirt and smothered his face in her chest. These were the moments that brought him relief from all his woes. Huffing, his heart pounded against her body angrily as he felt hers pumping sweetly. Shaking, he lifted his face to stare into her eyes. Only enough so that his upper face left her chest’s warm prison “Are you scared of me?” It was a sad question, one they both knew the answer to but felt uncomfortable being spoken. After they had become so close, how would the admittance of his tyranny help them? Grumbling, he seemed to become upset almost instantly and sealed his lips to her inner breast. Looking up into her eyes, his hands wrapped around her waist and held her tight. The god sucked and sucked, wanting her skin to heat up. As she started to turn red, he sucked harder before letting go. Marking her with a hickey, and naming her as his even further. He was sure his marks from before had been washed away for the most part. Wanting her was natural and he struggled to keep himself calm. Panting, he growled against her cheek and confessed “M-Mhn~ F-Free me… if you won’t touch me, at least let me myself.” The main reason he left the harness on was because it kept him soft. He’d been troubled by how his monster cock seemed to grow stiffer at the worst moments. It was amusing to see such an angry beast begging, but he was about to cry and he
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rather beg than cry. Not willing to spill a single tear, he shakily came closer to her and lapped at her throat while staying hushed. Soon he would once again request his release and the freedom of his erect cock. The harness was made to punish him if he tried to remove it, squeezing his cock furiously. She was the only person he trusted and wanted to please or be pleased by. There were erotic visions on his mind constantly from how she milked him out. Not even he had been able to coax himself to release so fast. Hot and bothered, his eyes opened wide in surprise as she kissed him. It was new, soft and sweeter than the normal smooches she gave. Everything was overwhelming him. From his need to be touched and drown his senses in pleasure. To the whispered words she spoke, he could only chew angrily on his lip and rest like a statue. His heart was pounding and he felt dazed, confused by all of the powerful emotions. It was her lullaby that finally brought him back to the sensation of hands on his face. Whimpering very softly, he kissed the hand on his cheek and the wrist if the one petting him. He seemed to curl into her, very obedient and seemingly easy to control. In this state he was almost like a cat, purring and rubbing his cheek into her breasts while his heart healed a little. Whining happily, he kissed her inner breast and sneakily pushed the strap of her dress back. Groaning, quiet so as not to disturb her lullaby, he sucked up her nipple. Swirling it in his mouth, purse lips massaged the nub and soaked it in hot spit. His tongue would ensure she couldn’t deny making noise, swirling around the nipple at a sensually charged tempo. He was hers, she said so and it made his heart beat so hard he thought she cursed him. Maybe she did he thought, looking up into her red eyes. She was pretty enough to be a witch and not to far from being a literal goddess in his eyes. Perhaps the only thing holding him back was how sweet this was. How tender the moment had been for
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then. Panting, he let himself off her nipple and moaned, looking up into her eyes. Seemingly burning, he turned over on his back so the back of his head rested between her breasts. Looking up into her eyes, he pulled his robes apart and revealed perfectly smooth flesh. Dark and expensive skin covered carved muscle, his exotic blue eyes only further enhanced his inhuman appearance. He seemed to pout and whine, petulantly begging for something that only became more apparent the farther his robe slipped off. He stayed like that for a little, letting her be teased by the start of the v-line near his crotch. Smirking, he turned over and grabbed her wrists before pinning them by the sides of her head. Catching her eyes, he snickered and put his face in hers, kissing her face with searing lips. Laying a kiss on her temple, he then kissed the of of her ear before the corner of her jaw. There he drove down across her collarbone, marking her with hot hickeys and bruising made from angry lips. Getting to her chest, he worked his way between her boobs and moaned. Smothering his face between her perfectly portioned breasts, he growled in need. He wanted her but more importantly his body craved her like a drug. Tearing away her belt, he tried to seem sorry as he held her wrists in one hand. His prisoner again, the demon struck her throat with hot fangs and a snarl. Sucking, he chewed lightly and ensured that though she bled, he hadn’t wounded her truly. Now he made her watch as he stripped her, staring into her eyes while her makeshift dress fell apart like a gift. Now she was essentially nude save for her panties, but he let those stay. She seemed to hate sex with him, so he didn’t force her to have sex “If, If, I wanted to be yours for life… would you promise to keep me too… and-and… never betray me?” He had been scared she was going to leave as soon as she went back. Then he would be alone again, sad. Words don’t mean much beyond how they made him feel. She didn’t have to
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touch him either. No if she wanted to, she could never touch him again. The beast only seemed to be asking for relief. He assumed she would have an understanding of how horny he was. Starting slowly, he explained himself to her. Libido was hard to control for him and he didn’t want that, he hated it. Trapped in a cage of desire, he could only claw his way out and part of that was release. Staring into her eyes, he submissively laid his head down on her tummy. Staring up at her, he seemed soft and waiting, eager to be in her hands again. Searching her for any possible reason to stop begging, he couldn’t even find her cruel. She was nice to him and he was scared because when she left, he would be the only one to blame. So he begged, he whimpered softly and didn’t move. This was a clear sign of his surrender, just a beast asking his mate to be with him. While he didn’t understand why, he thought that maybe begging her would be better than simply asking. There wasn’t enough meaning behind him asking, but if he begged, put off his pride… she should be able to understand how bad it was right? He felt like he was burning and none of the heat was leaving. Whimpering, he shut his eyes tight and asked with a needy whine “Milk me some more baby… please!” He liked being with her and only wanted to spend more time. But she had to understand he needed to be drained, sucked down or empty to be sane. His face was burning to the touch, all of his skin like a hot pan but without the sting. Looking for more affection, he sucked her nipples reverently, smushing her breasts together to suck both at once. All he wanted was for her to want him back! @💜𝓕𝓲𝓸𝓻𝔂💜
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Celeste Sinclaire BOT 18-Dec-22 08:15 PM
”Are you scared of me?” Celeste wasn’t sure how to answer him on that. At first, yes, she was scared of him. Unsure how he would be, and how unpredictable he behaved. She couldn’t tell how upset he would get or how violent either. Honestly she still couldn’t really tell half the time, but after spending the time with him she was beginning to recognize his tells. The little mannerisms he had when he couldn’t take something anymore, or when he got frustrated or angry. Celeste did her best to keep him calm, to keep him comforted, even though up until this point she had been the cause of his frustration. Not on purpose of course, but because she just wanted her freedom. She would have tried to answer him, if not for the quick gasp that left her lips at his insistent suckling of her breast. He’d leave a bright red mark there once he was finished, and she winced a little at the pain it had caused. A nice new mark, one that would fade in time only to be replaced by another. “N-No… I’m not going to free you from the harness this time.” The woman said defiantly at him, groaning a little as he lapped at her neck, and nuzzled against her. Begging was something she wasn’t accustomed to from him, and she swallowed hard when she heard it. It hurt hearing him beg her like that. Hurt that he seemed to be in pain or discomfort because of her. Because she wouldn’t remove the harness this time, or because she just wasn’t in the mood to be fucked by him again. It was also because he said something that made her feel oddly defensive. A little insulted even. ’If I won’t touch you’? I… I actually didn’t mind touching you before… And you seemed to like it too if I remember right considering the mess you made… Celeste thought a little irritably, a look of quiet hurt on her face. Truthfully, she didn’t mind touching him. Even though admitting it to herself was a difficult thing to do. No, she had enjoyed making him feel good, it had sent butterflies through her knowing that someone wh
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o kept claiming that they needed or wanted her, was enjoying her so thoroughly. It was nice to be desired.
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“Settle… just… just settle with me…” She whispered, continuing where she left off with the gentle strokes in his hair and the soft humming lullaby on her lips. Celeste let her hand and her wrist be kissed but would continue back where she had started with them afterwards, letting the soft song distract and soothe as best she could. Of course her eyes glanced down her shoulder as she felt the makeshift strap of her dress slide down her arm. However, this didn’t seem to upset her. It was almost expected in a way and she wouldn’t stop him this time. If he could stay settled, let her pet him, let him relax, then she didn’t mind the additional affection he gave. Her soft song was interrupted only for a moment when she felt his lips coaxing and playing at the sensitive nub once exposed. A gentle whine came through the lullaby instead and she looked down at him with only a slight look of concern on her face. She had told him that she was his, as long as he could be hers as well. He had begged her and now he was caressing her almost as if he worshiped her. It was something Celeste was certainly not prepared for, and as such her heart raced with his gentle teases. She took her lower lip into her mouth, holding it gently with her teeth as he played, trying to remember where she had been in the lullaby she was humming. Did it even matter? Would he even want to continue to hear the soft sounds? Thankful, he didn’t remain teasing her long, flipping himself over on his back and baring himself in front of her. She had seen him nude before and it was impressive then as it was now. Her cheeks flushed a violent red, her eyes taking him in this time. Each muscle and divot that his skin made, every slight movement that caused those muscles to work and bend and move. He was magnificent, if she only were brave enough to actually tell him. Faster than she would realize, and at least without struggle, Celeste soon found herself at his mercy, her hands held and her body laid bare und
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er him. He had made quick work of that dress she’d fashioned, though she was thankful at the very least that he left her underwear on. She sucked in breath through gritted teeth at the snarl he gave, feeling the pinch and warmth of her own blood on her throat. Was he trying to kill her? Had her denial of him really made him so angry that she wasn’t worth his time anymore? No, it didn’t seem like it. The blood that fell were a few drops, not enough to be lethal, she realized.
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”If, If, I wanted to be yours for life… would you promise to keep me too… and-and… never betray me?” Celeste blinked a little curiously up at him. What exactly was he asking of her? He wanted to know if she would ever betray him, if he wanted to be with her. To be hers for life. Her cheeks seemed to match her eyes and she stared up at him with curious and searching eyes. It was like she was trying to find the deceit. She was trying to find the lie he was telling her. The false promise that she was sure he was brewing behind those mesmerizing blue eyes. After a few moments of silence from her, before she decided she knew how to answer him. Her gaze met his for just a moment as her lips parted but she was quickly silenced as he began to explain to her why he was so obscenely horny all the time it seemed. Why he needed her to help him. When his head lay down on her midsection, she quietly let herself up onto her elbows to look down at him. She hadn’t answered him properly yet, and she didn’t want to leave him hanging without an answer. Instead of her answer, all he would hear was a moan slip through her mouth. Gentle and soft against his ears while he played and sucked at her breasts without stopping. Her hands fell on his arms as they played with her fleshy mounds and she groaned at the way it made her body heat up in excitement. No. Not tonight. Not right now. You’ll never walk again if you give in. She thought, taking in breath with small heated pants to try and right herself. To try and mitigate his teasing. She understood now that draining him helped to keep him sane, but Celeste wasn’t about to reward him with a release until he settled for her. In reality she enjoyed cuddling close to him, to the warmth he gave and feeling safe and secure in his arms. So for now, she let her hands cup his face and pull him away from her breasts. She enjoyed it, the flush on her face was clear of this, but allowing him to continue to have his way with her body would pro
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ve dangerous to her, so she thought to command his attention on her own.
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Celeste pulled him gently, coaxing him up to her so she could look him in the eyes and hold his face comfortably in her hands. He seemed scared, as if she would blow away in the wind if he wasn’t careful. And to his credit there was still a pocket of fear there that made Celeste apprehensive around him. However tonight, she was letting that stand aside. Trying to be brave, courageous and truthful to him, as she felt she should have been from the start. Once he was close enough, his face lining up with hers, Celeste brought his lips to hers. She wouldn’t deny him kisses or petting or even the softness of her voice. She just wouldn’t release the harness tonight. So her kiss to him was passionate and gentle. Her lips soft and plump against his, warm enough to feel even against the burning heat his body was already under. Celeste recognized this might excite him, might make him more dangerous, but she wanted to portray this answer to him as best she could. Her hands were delicate against his jaw and cheek, one hand even dropping to lay against the side of his neck and shoulder where the muscles met. It was only after the kiss had been broken, her lips pulling away gently, though her hand still trying to hold his attention to her, did Celeste answer his question. Yes. I promise. I will keep you, and never betray you. As long as you keep me, and… and never abandon me… Celeste had been alone for so long, and the thought of returning to her sad, lonesome and miserable life was a depressing one. If he wanted her, desired her so badly, even worshiped her the way that he did, then who was she to deny him that? She could not believe that he actually loved her, and she wasn’t sure if what she felt was love in its own right or if it was more like a lust filled infatuation of the man-like beast that often held her at his mercy. But deep down, she wanted to believe it. Wanted to trust that he needed her, for more than just sex. For companionship and for support. This was
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n’t to say that she didn’t like having sex with him, if the previous evening was any tell of that. It was more he was a lot to take all at once, and her body had acted on its own in the moment. Celeste had enjoyed it, thoroughly so, but she also paid for it the next morning with how sore and sticky she ended up being. A repeat performance would be allowed, she just didn’t know when a good time would be for that to happen. @Deleted User
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Morningstar BOT 19-Dec-22 05:16 AM
It made him feel good to hear her struggle, panting raggedly while she was forced to bear the heat of his mouth. Clearly the serenade on her nipples had been a symphony that he had played too roughly. She was red in the face when he looked up, her breathing heated as she moaned for him. Then he felt hands on his face, for a moment he went still, oddly hostile. He didn’t like getting his face touched. Uncomfortable, he avoided her eye contact and drew near slowly. Grumbling, he kisses her red face repeatedly. Her eyes, nose and lips were forerunners for the tender press of his lips. Growling lowly, he met her lips and pushed harder, wanting to consume her. He began to hunch over her and bring his body off hers. He wasn’t light and he was sure she couldn’t sleep like that. He felt odd being so close with her. With a flushed body and a burning face, he turned into her neck, leaving her lips as she left his. Upset, he whined and snarled, unable to decide between begging and taking. She kept her hand on his neck and shoulder but he didn’t hate it. With the distance her hand has to his neck, bad things could happen if she were strong enough. Hesitant, he nods at her answer. He felt restless and confused, unable to properly calm because his very nature seemed to fight it. She would be forced to hear his frightened whimpers, as if he were answering to things she couldn’t see. That empty look glossed over his eyes and he bit his lip harshly, letting the blood from his lip leak everywhere. He tried to not be upset, to not be the blood addicted monster he was… but if she wouldn’t fuck him, he’d get a drink. His hands seized upon her, grabbing above her left hip and tangling his fingers behind in her locks. Cradling her head authoritatively, he stared down into her eyes with a heavy gaze. A weight seemed to lift off his shoulders and his fingers became gentle as she spoke. Rather easily, he imply huffed and put his face back into her breasts. Muffled words leave hot, drooling
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Morningstar BOT 19-Dec-22 05:24 AM
lips “I wanna lick you~” He complained, unhappy with not being allowed to touch her at all. Drowning in need, he slid to her side and draped his arms and legs over hers protectively. With his head beside hers on the pillow, he gazed into her eyes as he licked his mangled lip. Before her his cut seemed to sow closed with flesh. Skin freshly painted his lips once more. There was desire in his eyes and body, a longing for her that boldly demanded her touch. Pleasing her was more important to him than anything else right now, she had to understand how strong of a sensation it was after seeing such this empty place… She was all he had. The thought made him heat further, he was panting, his tongue hanging out as he seemed to be dying of lust. It wasn’t normal for anyone to be so affected by their lust, but his body was reactive. A demonic body needed to be bathed in plight and misery. Sexual pain was extremely powerful and very dangerous. He didn’t want to hurt her, he only wanted to make babies. Or try to anyway. In reality, he was sterile and despite what it seemed like, beings like him were forbidden from reproducing. Making a baby wasn’t impossible for a demon and though he could, he didn’t. That was another thought that made him bitter. Being sold out by his own kin had broken his trust. Decided, he slipped beneath the blanket disappeared, turning her on the side. A kiss fell on her belly, his hands rubbing her stomach like he was touching a god. Carefulness radiated from every kiss he put above her womb. Traveling to her lower stomach, he sucked from her left hip to right. Leaving a line of hot pressured sensations that would blossom into a red belt. Groaning, his lust became more apparent as he growled, intrusive and distracting her before he would attack again. This time he was kinky, pushing his face into her panty clothed crotch and panting hotly. His hands touched the insides of her calves before dragging back up to lavish thighs. Sometimes he felt that he
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Morningstar BOT 19-Dec-22 05:34 AM
didn’t treat her body with all the love it deserved. His kisses were hot and demanding, passionate as he made out with her crotch. He seemed to be drawing her attention there, showing what he intended to enjoy. Gently, his hands pushed firmly against her belly and guided her back down onto the bed, off her side. Lapping at her lower stomach, he made sure to go slow and end with a kiss beneath her belly button. A slow push of his tongue towards her breasts brought him back up her body. His tongue was lewd, a hot thing that was sticky and clung to her creamy flesh. She shouldn’t have denied him. Lusting for her with more greed, he kissed back down between her breasts. He didn’t leave with giving her a hot hickey beneath her nipple. His eyes stared into hers without shame, regret or pride. Lust had blinded him to everything that wasn’t carnal. When he finally got between her legs, her breast had a fresh new hickey mirroring the one he made before. His hands wrapped underneath her thighs, spreading them for his mouth to enjoy. She couldn’t see his lewd expression or hot bedroom eyes, only feel his warm drool wet her panties. His heat had begun to fill up the blanket and her small body felt almost cold. Needing to bring his heat to her, his tongue pushed against her somewhat damp panties to ride up to her clothed clit. Passing by to the waistband, his teeth clutched the thing and he did his best to not rip her panties away. She would find that he had regardless, ripped her clothes off and stripped her nude with the voracity of a beast. Relentless in being swarmed with flesh.
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He didn’t even pretend to not love her scent, shoving his face into her crotch. Pushing his nose through her hair, he nuzzled her lovingly. While he knew she liked to stay on top of herself, he didn’t have razors here. He cut his hair with his claws but she didn’t have any. If she’d let him, he’d take care of her completely. There was nothing he wouldn’t do to make her comfortable. So his face pressed against her crotch and he inhaled her scent gently. Tasting it as he gave a hot lick to her puffy lips. Blood had filled them and he was pleased that she was so excited for him. Eager to have his meal, he decided he wanted her for dinner instead of the porkies. His tongue swept her folds and enjoyed the way they gushed warm juices over his tongue. Perhaps it was wrong for him to need all of her, but wanted her
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Morningstar BOT 19-Dec-22 06:29 AM
to glue her dazzling red eyes to his form. All the important people leave his life because they didn’t want to save a ‘traitor’. Only Amphet had saved him. Now he wished she had killed him. Living was not worth being the toy of some evil thing. Celeste made him feel safe and he was embarrassingly rude to her. Trying to make up for that now, he lapped at her sweetly, brushing the sides of his tongue against her swollen lips. While he ate her out, he massaged her pussy lips with a hunger. Pulling away, he tilted his head so his lips could sweetly follow the curve of her thick lips. Hungry, he lapped at her happily. Soon he returned to her folds and kissed them warmly, reminding her he wasn’t done. Unfurling his tongue beyond his lips, it rolled and drank her juices repentantly. He just wanted her to be his forever and she had no idea about how bad he could be to ensure that. He hoped he never had to prove how awful he could be if she left. Moaning, his hands cupped her breasts as the heat became worse. Sometimes he couldn’t help himself to her, he thought that at least, if he took her nectar instead of her insides… she would be okay. Lapping with more need, he tasted her juices and let himself drown back in the warmth of her velvet folds. Her milky skin and tender moans, those cute fingers that had once curled about his cock. She hadn’t been able to fit her hand around that night, it was brutal for the small thing. Especially the hole he licked now. The beast truly hadn’t realized he was doing something wrong, knowing only that he wanted to impregnate her in his haze of primal lust. Not wanting to think about his sin, his hot tongue worked relentlessly. When she finally crashed upon a wave of pleasure and a beautiful orgasm rocked through her, his lips sealed on her clit.
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As she was cumming, he slid his middle and pointer fingers deep inside and curled them gently. His claws had been clipped after the night he cut her by mistake. Of course if he made them, they could cut. Yet the pleasure he brought from his thick fingers, and the way her walls spasmed about them to the soft suckling of her clit. It was all for her pleasure. Hopefully this didn’t make her angry, he didn’t know why she refused him tonight. He only knew that when she let him loose, she would never again deny him. That night would be special, he would make love to her for the first time. As mates. As kin. As partners. Groaning, he whimpered pathetically and let her clit go with a parting flick of his tongue. Moving back to her slick hole, he moaned in bliss.
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Morningstar BOT 19-Dec-22 06:38 AM
Pushing his tongue inside her, his hands pushed her legs apart, holding them wide. Despite any jerks or motions to move her thighs away, she would only be able to flail as he licked. Moving her thighs closer together, he felt her walls clench over his tongue. Growling, he licked deep inside as he unfurled his tongue to lap her syrupy nectar. Sometimes she spasmed again, her walls convulsing a over his hungry muscle. Sucking up her nectar, he quietly drank her and sucked, wanting her to love him. He was ready to prove himself, if she wanted this he could give it. But sometimes he could feel the beast inside him grinning. It seemed pleased with how wild his senses were, how unbearable the need to release was becoming. When he had finally finished drinking her juices, he gently closed her thighs together, smiling at her trembling legs. Leaning down, he gave a kiss to the top of each thigh to still them. He laid kisses up her belly, before arriving at her nipples. Leaving a wet lick on each nub, he had poked his head out and panted as he lay his cheek against her breast. His eyes were dazed, his heart pounding hard as he breathed raggedly. He whined and let her chest feel his burning breath. Why wouldn’t she touch him? Morningstar was hurting and he wouldn’t let her see it, stuffing down the pain. He only wanted to make her mind melt, her body jelly... was that so wrong? Maybe she hadn’t known how good she tasted? He was happy to let know by kissing her with more affection. Being sweeter as he didn’t overwhelm her mouth with tongue so roughly. He played sweetly and let them enjoy each other’s mouthes. Whining, he pushed his lips on hers and softly let his tongue reach under hers. Licking up to the tip, he swirled back down the pink muscle before lapping underneath once more. Pulling back, he lay on her breast as he had before. With a cheek upon one cloud, his lips caressed the inside of the other “Can’t you forgive me? I didn’t mean it before… I got stiff.”
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He looked up at her eyes pleadingly, almost in tears as he seemed to be at his wits end. The beast truly hadn’t meant to make her upset or hurt, just horny. Lust was driving him mad, his body burning up in an attempt to soothe his desire. The beast seemed to kiss over her breasts, unceasing as he sought her touch. But deep beneath the pleading lay the wolf. A pure white coat was set upon with blue chunks of i e that glared at her harshly. Unwelcoming and frosty, it snarled at her with cold fangs
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before it smiled insidiously. It was nothing more than a passing trick, an illusion drawn up by her euphoria and his presence. Still, he seemed needy and wanting of something. Coming up closer, he put his lips near her jaw and looked up into her eyes pleadingly. Thinking she wouldn’t give in, he only whined, whimpering as he pushed his face in the crook of her neck beneath her right jaw. He seemed to lap hotly, but the heat calmed. She had survived but he was broken, almost fragile as he didn’t even make a sound. Like that he fell asleep, but he didn’t make a motion. Silent for none to hear. Still for none to notice. There wasn’t anything she had done wrong, simply that the sexual freedom he needed wasn’t available to him right now. He wanted her to make him feel good, and it did hurt that she wouldn’t… but it was okay. It was all okay if she wouldn’t leave. Sad but not blaming her, he took a moment to reflect on how roughly he’d taken her. Ashamed, he seemed to shut his eyes tight for some reason. Now the brief reprieve from sleep was gone and he was once again out. When she woke up, he wouldn’t be there. @💜𝓕𝓲𝓸𝓻𝔂💜
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Celeste Sinclaire BOT 19-Dec-22 02:59 PM
She had meant no harm by coaxing his face up to her, though his odd stiffness towards her was noted. Celeste had only meant to be gentle, to be kind to him. To reward him for being so with her as well. Her kiss to him was meant to affirm what she had said. That she would keep him, and not betray him. She was promising to be there and to not to leave. Wasn’t that what he wanted? Wasn’t that what he desired? The soft grumbling and kisses he made to her were met with gentle sounds. Not of fear or of discomfort, but of soft acceptance. His whimpers had made her pause, concern lacing her face as she hadn’t meant to displease him. So when he held her gently, kept her close and muffled his hot words within her chest, Celeste felt her face heat up in embarrassment. “I… you want to what?” She stammered, glancing away sweetly at him, shy of the prospect. It certainly was not a no to his request. It was more she worried about the fairness of it. She had told him that she would not release him from that harness tonight. Celeste wasn’t about to go back on her word with this, as she didn’t believe she could enjoy his company and just be with him if his harness had been removed. Her flush ran across her cheeks over her delicate nose and even up towards her ears. He was so forward, and at times so demanding. It made her chest flutter with something she didn’t quite understand. It wasn’t love, this feeling. It was more like desire, a willingness to want to please and do what he asked of her. Even though this feeling went against what she wanted half the time. If she was all that he had, then he was all she had too. There was surely nothing waiting for her on the other side of that door known as freedom. There was likely just the same drab apartment, the same dreary life, and quiet existence alone. Celeste decided quickly that she no longer wanted to go back to that life. She was a tactician, a strategist, and it didn’t make sense to go back to a life of mediocrity and loneline
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ss. Didn’t she deserve to be cared for? To be in the company of those who cared? Of someone who loved her? While these questions ran through her mind, she was mildly aware of the kisses and lapping motions he made down her body.
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Her torso squirmed a little as he would glide over spots that tickled until she realized that he had been quite serious. Glancing down if only to watch his progress, she couldn’t help the gentle little whimpers that fell from her lips. Each time his lips made contact with her skin she fought the urge to moan or whine in delight at him. Only a few slipped past her guarded mouth, her breathing increasing while he continued. His tongue sent shivers through her, visibly so with a quiet gasp accompanying it. He seemed hell bent on pleasuring her, though she was sure that all of this was to try and convince her to please him. I don’t m-mind.. Pleasing you… I just… I don’t know why it’s a bad idea anymore… Her inner thoughts were hard to piece together, jumbling and mixing up as if the office in her head had scattered her words like spreadsheets all over the floor. It became harder and harder to pick up the papers to form coherence in her words as he continued. “Ohh.. B-Be careful…” It wasn’t angry, or upset more pleading though she sighed as she heard the tearing of her underwear in his teeth. There was no being decent with those now. It was very possible she realized as they were tossed to the side so easily that she would likely never repair them well enough to wear them again. First my top, now my panties… I should just walk this plane nude… She thought, her eyes coming down to watch him with interest. Perhaps that was what he wanted, a quiet moan escaping her lips as he disappeared between her legs. At least he would have found that the carpet surely matched the drapes. Her hair though thin and never grew very long to begin with, was white like a patch of snow against her fair skin.
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Celeste hadn’t exactly been born with hair as white as snow both on top of her head or within her pants. She had been the subject of genetic testing and experimentation. A volunteer when human trials came around. It was supposed to make her taller, give her more strength and dexterity what they pushed through that intravenous drip. Instead, it just permanently dyed her hair as white as snow when it originally had been a caramel colored. An unfortunate side effect, one that the scientists and doctors hadn’t thought about and had spent the following two months while Celeste recovered attempting to understand it, was the color of her eyes changing. She had had beautifully colored blue eyes, soft like a spring day with little cloud cover. Now, they had changed to a deep crimson red. For the most part for the remainder of her time in the academy she was steered away from. No one wanted anything to do with the reject of the experiment, who walked the halls with odd colored demon colored eyes and hair as white as a cloud. Her only friends had been those she read about. Books were her only escape from the ridicule of something she had had no control over. Volunteered, but had never dreamed that the experiment could go so horribly astray. These thoughts plagued her mind only briefly, feeling his tongue slide against and tease at her. Celeste’s back arched gently on their own and soft moans sang out to him. Try as she might she couldn’t stay quiet while he lapped and ate at her. Her hips rocked into him gently, her fingers sweetly grasping at the bed beneath her. He was so amazing to her, why was she punishing him? What had been the reason? Was there ever a reason? Celeste was losing the battle of wills to keep her word, to keep up with what she had said before. He made it very difficult to focus on anything else but the ecstasy of feeling his tongue and mouth against her warm and waiting sex. Her heels dug into either side of him, halfway between wanting to be let go an
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d left be, but also never wanting him to stop.
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“Oh God… Please…AHhhh…Th-That feels… So good… MMmmMmmm!” She would moan, trying to talk to him, trying her best to be coherent, but ultimately falling away into euphoric moans of delight and gasping breaths. Celeste wondered if she cared anymore if he didn’t truly love her. How could he not love you? Do you See what he does to you? Now it seemed her own inner thoughts, the monologue that she would keep to herself in order to make the best decisions, was against her.She panted and groaned under him, her hips undulating until finally her body could take no more of his teasing. Her orgasm came hard, followed swiftly by a loud moan that rang out in joyful celebration. Her legs shivered and her body trembled under him as she sucked in air to try and catch the breath he had taken from her. He seemed not content with her climax, continuing to lick her and swirl that tongue within her. It was painful in its addictingly pleasure. Her mouth lay open when he finally finished with her, kissing her tenderly and letting her taste herself. A sweetness she’d never thought to try. Exhausted, Celeste was only able to give a muffled moan back to him, her tongue quietly stroking his in that carnal dance between the pair. Her breath shook from her mouth, her mounds heaving up and down at the effort to try and settle her body back again. He’d be able to hear how fast her heart pounded, beating against her rib cage as if it were desperate for escape. If he were the wolf lying in wait, she surely was the unsuspecting lamb curiously treading forward. ”Can’t you forgive me? I didn’t mean it before… I got stiff.” “F-Forgive you?” She stammered, confused by his question. What did she have to forgive? What had he done? Her head had gone completely blank, allowed to forget and just enjoy the pleasure he gave to her so freely and so openly. Celeste thought for a moment, feeling how heavy her eyes were and wanting nothing more than to release him so he could have his fun. *No… you can’t r
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elease him… but… sleeping with him.. Would be nice…* At least on that particular notion, she could agree with the inner advice that Celeste gave to herself.
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“You’ve done… no wrong… I… forgive you…” Her words came out in gentle whispered breaths, her hands quietly held him, not at his face as he seemed to detest that. She liked his face, thought him handsome and admired his blue eyes, but she wouldn’t touch him there if he didn’t appreciate it or found it uncomfortable. Instead as he settled down into her neck and shoulder, she brought her hands up over his back and slowly stroked him up and down. Just gently letting her fingertips glide over his skin. With the last of her strength that he had left to her, she continued where she had left off with that gentle lullaby until he seemed to fall asleep in her arms. Those crimson colored eyes watched as he seemed so peaceful, so quiet laying there, and a small smile crept on her face. Celeste wasn’t able to see much of him with the angle she had, but she was able to sweetly move a lock of hair from his face and leave a kiss on his forehead while he slept. “Thank you… for wanting me...” She whispered, getting herself comfortable to finally let sleep take over where he had left it. Her arms held him gently against her, an oddly shaped pillow for him to use. As her heart rate fell so she could sleep just as soundly as he was, Celeste let her eyes close and she snuggled close to him. It hadn’t been fair to him, even though he seemed to have the time of his life between her legs. She decided that she would right the wrong she felt that she had committed, when they woke up. When she woke, Celeste found herself oddly alone. Tucked in gently in the blankets, curled on her side where he had been before. But, there was no sign of him. Drearily, she blinked, looking around the room to see where he might have gone. As the moments passed she began to realize a sickeningly horrible idea. Perhaps she had been wrong. It seemed he didn’t want her after all, and had left her there alone. N-No… he… he was so loving before… I had promised I wouldn’t leave…So..why? Turmoil flooded he
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r head, and she sat up slowly to get a better look at the room, holding the sheets to her chest as she recognized she had been left nude there from the previous evening. Her eyes took in the room, unsure what to do and where to go. After a few moments she swallowed and decided to try and call out to him. Perhaps he didn’t go far? She wondered.
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“M-Morningstar? Are… Are you around? Where did you go?” All that met her back was her own voice echoing her words. She listened for a while, before realizing that she was unequivocally, and intentionally alone. Fighting back the sudden urge to cry at being abandoned yet again, Celeste just leaned over and grabbed the fabric she’d used as a dress the other day. She wondered what the point was trying to cover herself up with anything at all, but out of habit she made a toga looking like dress out of it. Using her belt she tied it around the middle to keep it up on her, though there was no saving her panties. Too torn to be fixed, so she just sighed dejectedly at the scrap of fabric they now resembled. Slowly, she climbed her way out of his pit of a bed, and walked towards the door, thinking perhaps he had gone out. Thinking maybe he had left. Her hand reached for the handle or however the door was supposed to function, but she hesitated standing there. Maybe this was a test, to see if she would really stay. To see if she had meant what she had said, that she wouldn’t leave him. “But… he left me…” She mumbled aloud, taking a step back from the doorway. Though, perhaps it had been her own fault that he had left. She had let him suffer by being in that harness while he enjoyed her body and made her feel exquisite. Perhaps that was why he left, frustrated and just wanting some kind of relief from the discomfort. The idea made Celeste sad, her feet walking her back towards his bet to sit. She brought her knees up to her chest and sighed as she sat among his pillows and blankets, looking very much like a treasured toy that was left behind on the bed so that it could be snuggled with again to keep the nightmares at bay. With her head on her knees, she waited, wondering if he’d return. Hoping he would. “If… If he does come back… I’ll take it off..” She decided to herself, giving a little nod of her head to confirm it. “It can’t be comfortable wearing that thing… and I’
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ll… I’ll put it back on if he asks me to… but… If he keeps treating me nicely… keeps wanting me… then.. I don’t want to make him uncomfortable…I.. I can adapt… I can cope..” @Deleted User
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Morningstar BOT 19-Dec-22 10:14 PM
He had left to work in the kitchen, knowing he had been a bad caretaker and not fed his kin. Unbelievably disturbed by his behavior, he set about working on the now extremely tender pork. At the very least, the additional time they had to smoke turned them delicate. Thick with a soft applewood flavor and a mildly spicy blend of herbs. Grabbing two plates, he laid down a bed of rice and then a series of cut pork chops. They had so much food, he thought he could spoil her after she ran so hard. Humming, he had made a sauce using the pork fat and other things like cream. Living here for so long, he learned how to work the land. Hence his lack of worry when he got to the other side. Struggling to understand he had made her feel abandoned by leaving, he picked up the plates and walked back towards the dining hall. He set them down amongst a tray of hot pastry puffs and a cola on rocks. He was given certain things, supplementary food items like spices or things he couldn’t get here. Milk, eggs, cheese, he had to learn how to make or obtain them all while making the equipment to do it. In the beginning it had been a nightmare, but he hoped to show her that though he was a beast he wasn’t less because of it. That he had worked and overcome intellectually as well. Sometimes he felt she thought he didn’t care about her because he was an animal or monster. He didn’t mind, he was. But something about her hating him always made him uncomfortable. From his eyes, he only saw that she said what he told her to, and that she couldn’t leave. It was Imposter syndrome, a disbelief in his own happiness. That was only compounded by his own brutality when he first entered her. Losing himself that night was something he regretted, but he felt he had done well. Though he may have bruised her insides, she wasn’t dead and that was rare. He didn’t think she understood that he was worse than the devil her kind blamed. Cleaning himself, he walked back to their room and smiled as he opened the
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Morningstar BOT 19-Dec-22 10:31 PM
door. She was waiting for him obediently, sitting amongst those pillows. His bedroom princess and life long mate. There was a heat that drew up in him from her obedience. The willingness to serve him was something that only tasted more delicious when yearned for. He wanted her to serve him because she was addicted to him, not because she was deadly afraid. The only way he could do that was to show her he didn’t mind serving. Because be didn’t. He served her constantly and all he had to do now was wait for her to realize that. There was no doubt in his mind that she would, they didn’t seem to be incompatible. Her demure nature was oddly soothing and the only thing that could sooth his ever seething rage. Crawling on the bed, he lifted her up into his arms bridal style. A kiss landed on her cheek, his lips smushing her eye shut. She wasn’t spoken to with words, only his lips dipping to her neck, enjoying her skin. Whispering, he kissed up her jaw and said teasingly “Sleeping beauty~ how charming your snoring sounds~” Laughing, he tickled her neck with his nose and acquiesced “Oh, sweetness you don’t snore.” He kissed her ear “Promise.” Truthfully, he was happy to tease her. She was his entertainer in simple presence, he loved hearing her moans but her blushing turned him on explosively. Made him surer of himself somehow. Shaking his head of those thoughts, he brought her to the dining hall. Unlike the stone of most his home, this place was made of wood. It was extremely large and definitely too big for two people. Yet it was theirs. He sorta hoped that maybe they could settle in a place like this on earth. Just the two of them in a cabin didn’t sound so bad either. Seating her in his lap, he brought her plate of food to him and spooned a bite for her. Bringing the rice and pork to her lips, he cooed lovingly “Say aah~” She was cute and all he wanted was for her to cling to him for safety. He wanted her to need him. She didn’t now but she would, when she saw who would
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remain by her, he hoped she picked him to keep. She said she did, but her actions and words were confusing him. She comforted him but not how he was used to. He kinda liked it. Sometimes he thought she actually did care about him @💜𝓕𝓲𝓸𝓻𝔂💜
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Celeste Sinclaire BOT 20-Dec-22 10:57 AM
While she sat there, wondering what to do, or how long she would let herself sit there, Celeste contemplated her next move. She was a tactician after all, so there had to be something she hadn’t seen, a move she hadn’t played yet. The problem was that she was sitting more or less within the unknown. He knew the prison much better than she ever could, so if she wanted freedom she needed him for that. Well, and I think he’d like to be free from here too… I can’t imagine him wanting to stay… She thought, holding her knees and letting out a sigh. She almost wanted to just go back to sleep; it was warm here, comfortable, even though she felt that sting of loneliness start to creep in on her. Thankfully it didn’t last. The door opened and a wafting of smells came with it. How she hadn’t smelled the scent of cooking oils and spices and tender pork was beyond her as it wafted in with his presence. So that’s where he went… Guess.. I was wrong. She thought softly, letting the tiniest smile rise on her face when he came in. He didn’t look unhappy or uncomfortable, and thankfully he didn’t appear angry or upset at her either. Her face flushed a little at his compliment, whether he meant it as one or not. Celeste didn’t really consider herself a beauty, let alone resembling the fairy tale princess that he had referred to her as. The pink on her cheeks deepened for just a moment when he mentioned how she snored, her face diving down into her arms to hide itself in embarrassment. “I.. I don’t snore…” The words were muffled, softer than a murmur as she felt her body lifted and held. He quickly retracted his statement, only teasing her as was per usual it seemed for him. Celeste was beginning to think he just liked to tease her. Why she didn’t understand, but she would much rather his teasing than his anger. She also realized he seemed to enjoy carrying her wherever he pleased. Celeste didn’t necessarily mind, but she was beginning to think that perhaps he believed her lame
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or something, that her legs just didn’t work. No, he saw them work before when I ran like an idiot in that field. Her face flushed at the memory, but a gentle smile spread over her lips.
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“I can walk you know…You don’t have to carry me.. If you don’t want to.” She mentioned as they came around into the dining area. The smell of what he had made was strongest here, and she turned her gaze from him to look around the hall. She hadn’t been here before, just his room and then outside, so she took in the space and marveled at how large it was. She estimated that her entire apartment could probably have fit in here easily with room to spare. It didn’t take him long even with her in his arms to walk towards the table and sit down with her seated in his lap. Her crimson colored eyes glanced at the plates on the table, and her mouth fell open in amazement. “Did… Did you make this?” She asked, looking up at him and letting her hair fall off her shoulder gently. Celeste was a little amazed, she hadn’t pegged him to be any kind of cook, and the food smelled mouth wateringly good. Her gaze quickly moved to how he was trying to feed her as if she couldn’t do it herself, though she recognized the loving tone in his voice. While her stomach certainly wanted the bite he offered, Celeste wasn’t quite ready for it. Instead she twisted her body so her torso could press against his front. Her arms came up around his neck and briefly, a hand nearly touched his cheek. Celeste stopped it, initially wanting to embrace him but remembering he hadn’t quite liked his face being touched. So she dropped it around his shoulders instead. She meant this as a way to say thank you to him, to hold him tenderly like he kept doing to her. He felt warm against her, and she held him there for just a moment or two before pulling away. “Thank you… for all of this..” She said softly, taking the spoon from him and sampling the cuisine herself. Celeste, although short, could certainly feed herself and as grown enough to even sit at her own seat. A gentle humming sound escaped her lips and she smiled gleefully. Her mouth was full of the different spices he’d used and the tenderness of the
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pork. It truly was exquisite, well done and delectable to her. It sent her taste buds on fire and she savored the bite before swallowing. @Deleted User
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Morningstar BOT 20-Dec-22 11:47 PM
As she turned to him, he felt his eyebrows raise as her arms wrapped around him. While surprised at first, he snuggled into her quickly. There was a lot of imbalances in how he understood their relationship. Morningstar didn’t understand if he should make her cry or do everything to stop it. Their hug was nice, and after a second of stillness, he let his arm come around her waist while he held the spoon. Observing her as she ate, he held back a laugh and sighed in exasperation. She was an interesting thing, docile at times and then prickly at others. A frown had marred his face when he nipped her ear. Possessively, his hands rubbed her tummy, trying to draw her attention to himself. The demon pouted as she fed herself, his cheek on top of her head. Unbeknownst to her, he wanted her affections and to be warm once again. But the degree to which he struggled with calm was abnormal. He honestly could not sit calm without her petting or kissing, her in general seemed to bring him rest. Tangled up and intimate with their bodies rubbing inside. Trying not to be needy, he only shifts uncomfortably. While she had been eating, he had already split his jaws open impossibly wide to tip the entire plate of food into his maw. It wasn’t pleasant to see the torn sinew and flesh snapping together so he made sure to do it when she got distracted. Now satisfied with his meal, he wondered if she wouldn’t mind having her afternoon filled with touching. He wanted her badly and perhaps using her throughout the day would help fight off his urges. But he shook his head, he… he couldn’t… he could do that. His eyes seemed unhinged, Morningstar was more crazed than usual, rather excited now that his pent up energy remained in his body. Naturally he had let her finish her meal and only distracted her with a shower of kisses down her neck. Would she be displeased with this as well? He noticed she seemed almost withdrawn from him and it caused guilt to fill his chest.
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However soon it became ashamed lust. Soon his mind became bad as he drooled, holding onto her midsection and sucking in air greedily to cool himself down. Rubbing his harness against her butt was suggestive and rather demanding. Akin to a husbands demand of wife’s body, he seemed to be in heat. If she were to look in his eyes, it would be a vortex of his need. Huffing, he seemed to buck in desire, extremely horny and needing her to give him pleasure for release. Truthfully, he wanted to shove his cock inside her sweet hole and loose himself in that tight pocket. Whining, he seemed to be in distress. Even if he could remove the harness himself, something about her wanting him free made his heart warm. When she was done, he held her hips and lifted her onto the table. Putting her down, he patted her head and left a kiss on her forehead as he went to do the dishes. For a while he was lost in the newness of not being horny. He didn’t like it, hell, he nearly felt it worsen. Years of lust had turned him into a sex starved creature. He was sure she would be able to comprehend just how horny he was in the next moment. Coming back, she was lifted by the hips and held close as he whispered “You make it so hard to behave~” And she did, always being so alluring and reeking of those mind melting pheromones. She had such a sweet scent it could be smelled from across the forest. There was nothing that smelled as dainty and delicate as her in this entire place. Why she got mad at him for carrying her was beyond him, did she not want to be pampered. The beast had been walking until they reached a new room. Stepping inside, she was greeted to a hall of chains, whips and other sex toys. Why he had this here wasn’t something he felt comfortable speaking of. Explaining how he got systematically assaulted wasn’t pleasant for anyone. Still, he walked forward to grab a black box and took her with him out of the room. He had been holding her with one arm, his forearm beneath her thighs.
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Morningstar BOT 21-Dec-22 12:07 AM
When they got back to their room, he took her to the center of the bed and laid down. He brought her on top of him and pulled a few blankets over them. Curling up, he held her chest to his chest with an arm around her back and the other petting her head. In a tender motion, he cleared the hair from her forehead so his nose could tickle her. Twitching and eager, it seemed to mark her in it’s scent catalogue. She got a kiss when he was done, her scent being an integral part of his environment gave her immense importance. He needed her for comfort and it showed when he pulled her up closer. Now, he pushed his cheek against hers and massaged the back of her neck. While he massaged with slow squeezes, he pet her and asked “Do you want me, or do you need me?” His eyes seemed intrigued, completely accepting whatever answer she gave before she gave it. There was nothing like hope in his eyes or soul, more like a certainty she was enjoying their carnal sin. With the express promise of being gentle, he rubbed the harness against her tummy and panted weakly “Free me woman… I’m in pain.” She made him stiff and he wanted freedom to go full mast. Eager to have his cock out, he kissed at her lips demandingly with searing smooches. Before he had been soft, now he let her taste a part of his lust. Dominating her lips by melting them with quick flicks of his tongue. Their spit became a seal as their tongues danced, his face burning up in desire. When he pulled back, he hid his face in her neck and whimpered “Don’t make me take it!” He wanted her to give it to him. Usually he wouldn’t mind taking but he wanted her to enjoy this as much as he did. The feeling he was stringing her along like a toy only became more intense when she seemed hurt by his words or actions. Hugging her, he seemed to shake “I-I’m sorry for being bad to you… I’ll-I’ll be good.” There was a hunger he was doing everything to hide, knowing if she understood how horny he was, she would resist. @💜𝓕𝓲𝓸𝓻𝔂💜
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Celeste Sinclaire BOT 21-Dec-22 10:54 AM
The food he had made was, in a word, delicious. Celeste enjoyed as much as she could of it, finally silencing her midsection of its incessant growling. She could handle only one thing growling at her at a time, and Morningstar she was still learning what ticked him off or not. A smile spread on her lips with each bite she took, a look of glee on her face. And while she heard the gutteral sounds he made while consuming his plate, she knew better than to turn and watch. It didn’t sound like something she would want to see, considering she was just starting to feel more comfortable around him. Truthfully she was more distracted by the food he made anyway, and would prefer not to be put off from eating it. Though try as she might, she really could only get through about half of what he made before admitting defeat, content and full. Once done and unable to eat another bite, Celeste found herself leaning back against him. She had opted to remain on his lap while she enjoyed the meal, recognizing that he had put a lot of hard work and dedication into it for her. The least she could do was be close to him, something she believed that he liked. Honestly, she liked it as well. He was warm and she was finding that she was beginning to enjoy his company despite the erratic behavior he sometimes had. His kisses down her neck were something she welcomed this time, even stretching a little to give him better access there. Slowly but surely he was winning her over bit by bit. Though as he lifted her and sat her down on his table, she tilted her head at him. “I can help… if you want.” She said gently, but he didn’t answer, just took the dishes and left her there. He wasn’t gone too long it seemed though, returning to her and lifting her up again. His whisper in her ear made her shiver but not in fear. Celeste was beginning to like his little whispers to her, his gentle demands of want and need of her. And her body responded accordingly to him. *I have been mean to him.. He’s no
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t all that bad… I overreacted I think…and.. I did enjoy it…* She thought, held in one arm by the beast as they made their way out. Celeste had not been mad at him for carrying her around, she just didn’t want to be a burden. Her thought was that perhaps he was going out of his way and that she would appear too needy or too weak for him to want to deal with anymore. That’s how it had always been before, that’s all Celeste knew about men and dating and whatnot.
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“I’m sorry… I don’t mean to make it difficult for you..” Celeste responded quietly back to him, before her eyes glanced around the room they had entered. For a moment her face flushed at seeing all the toys and whips and chains, before a feeling of uneasy excitement took over the initial shock. Why did he have things like this? Her gaze moved to the black box he took from the room and she swallowed a little, her curiosity peaked. What was in the box? What did he decide to go and fetch? What did he plan to do with whatever was in it? Celeste really didn’t know, though she surprisingly was unafraid in the moment of wonder she had. For the first time, she was allowing herself to just remain passive and content. She didn’t fight or struggle or squirm to get away. He was a constant at this point, and Celeste needed that. Something consistent, that she could rely on and so far that was him. “Back to bed I see? Such lazy things we are.” Her voice was a bit of a giggle, more gentleness and kindness in it. She had just come out of bed, though she wasn’t complaining about returning to it. It was comfortable, and it felt nicer with him in it with her. I’ll try to free us both… I don’t know how yet, but… I’ll try… She thought, though that was just a passing note through her head. It was beautiful here at least, she could recognize the splendor of their cage. But a cage, was still a cage. Still, if he desired freedom she would do her best to find it for him, a smile spreading across her face at the little tickling he gave to her forehead. He was being awfully affectionate, and Celeste was nowhere near going to tell him to stop. ”Do you want me, or do you need me?”
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“Those are the same thing.” Celeste answered quietly. “With either though… I can say yes. I want you near me, and I need you with me.” It was for multiple reasons she said that. Recognition of his strength and stamina regarding keeping her safe was something she wanted on her side instead of against her. She wanted his protection from everything else in this prison, as Celeste knew she was no match for the wilds beyond his home. Her need of him, was a little more selfish. She needed him around to keep herself sane. To keep that constant figure there so she could keep her head from playing tricks on her and meanly thinking of horrible scenarios of being forever alone. In addition to that, she needed him, all of him, for herself. Celeste though hard pressed not to admit outloud, enjoyed his company platonically but also romantically. It had taken her a while to figure and work it all out, but it finally came to her that she had enjoyed sex with him, it had just been a shock to her that she would enjoy something so rough. His next statement however, made her smirk at him. She knew he didn’t like his face to be touched, but she wanted to ensure he understood her completely. Her hand came forward after he gave his demand to free him, before he could smother her in kisses and silence her words. “My name is not ‘Woman’. I have a name. Use it.” His reward for listening was her lips, soft and accepting of his demanding nature. Her body lit up light lightning with it, goosebumps dancing along her skin in delight. His words of desperation in her ear, begging that he’d be good, that he was sorry, that he didn’t want to take it. Celeste considered what he was asking of her before she gently sat up on top of him. In this way she was straddling him just above where the harness sat, her hands quiet on his chest to hold herself up as she looked down at him. “I’ll free you… On two conditions.” She said gently, allowing her left hand to slide around to the back of her. Her fing
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ertips gently trailed over the leather of the harness, knowing without having to look where they teased and played at him. Her palm softly pressed against the leather to give a little more pressure to the stiffening cock trapped within it, just to make sure he was paying attention. Celeste doubted that he could pay attention to anything else. Once she knew he was fully paying attention to every word she said, the woman continued.
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“You have to promise… swear to me… That you’ll stay you the whole time… Don’t fall into a pit of lust where I can’t get through to you.” She said gently, not angry or upset. She was more concerned that he wouldn’t be able to stop once he got started, and the last thing that Celeste wanted was to be broken under him. She wanted him to enjoy this, as much as she thought she was going to if not more, but losing and giving in to an unyielding pit of lust made it hard to love him. Love him? Is that right? The word pondered for a moment, but she couldn’t decide whether it was the correct one or not. Either way, she’d keep it to herself, deciding to think on it later. “Secondly…” Her other hand followed where the first went, her fingers finding the straps of the harness he wore and playing with the buckles gently. “I want you to say my name. Please..” This was more she enjoyed hearing him moan, gasp and cry out in ecstasy. His voice in her ear from the last time still rang true to her and delighted her insides. Something about him moaning desperately for her with her name seeping across his lips was intoxicating for her. Addicting for her to hear. Celeste wanted more of that, and assuming he would agree to her conditions as small as they were, she began the process of removing that harness again. She had already decided before that he deserved to have the thing off for a while if not for good. It hadn’t been fair to him that he pleasured her so well and she couldn’t reciprocate. That he instead was forced to endure while he lavished her. It was a little difficult to do this backwards, so she stopped for a moment, turning around and returning to sit gently over him, one leg on either side of his hips. Her fingers continued their work, lifting the leather and sliding it through the buckle. There was a sensuality to how slow she was doing this. Not like before where she had been scared of what he would do if she didn’t obey. This time, she took her time so he could fee
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l through her fingertips how much she actually wanted this too. The release of pressure on him was slow, methodical, but once removed for the second time, the harness was placed away and Celeste didn’t shy from him at all. Instead she let her hands rest gently at the base of him, looking over her shoulder with a playful smile on her face. “Do you want me, or do you Need me?” @Deleted User
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Morningstar BOT 22-Dec-22 12:43 AM
There was a dangerous reaction as she touched his face but her lips made him soothe quickly. Grumbling, he looked into her eyes with intense curiosity as she sat on his hips and braced against his chest. He didn’t seem to look away, nodding along as she spoke before she squeezed his bound cock. Whimpering, he did his best to not get impatient and just attack her to rub on that soft butt. At her request, his eyes snapped shut as he seemed to grow irrationally angry. Struggling to stay calm, his eyes were sealed as his lips tightly pursed, his head turned slightly to the side. Nodding to her words “I… I will stay myself.” Huffing, he pitifully turned his cheek to the pillow and listened. She was right, he should stay whole and refrain from being reckless. While she continued speaking, he turned embarrassed from how demanding she was being. Wanting him to say her name while he drowned in her flesh… she was dirty. The ear to ear grin on his face was a clear indication of how happy he was. He liked it when she was dirty, and all he wanted to do was make her filthy with his essence. Turning her back to him only aroused him further, his eyes devouring the curve of her ass before his fingers got greedy. Grabbing her a handful of her ass in each palm, he rolled her cheeks away only to bring them back together lewdly. He loved playing with her ass, his fingers changing pressure individually to enjoy her bounce. She seemed to have riled him up after sensually letting him feel her fingers. He could feel the pressure leaving his balls and choked member. She earned a happy moan, an easy groan of pleasure as he bucked. It seemed she was enjoying taking out his massive boner, freeing the angry python. A wet lick flew over his lips as he reached out to rub up her sides. His palms seared into her stomach before slowly slipping up to her breasts. The father they got, the closer his chest drew to her back. When he gave her mounds a kneading squeeze, his pecs were taunt against her back
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His cheek fell against her shoulder as he panted against her. Pressing his lips into her neck, he panted raggedly and nodded “N-Need~” He whimpered, burning up to be touched by her. Wanting to be warm and whole again, he kissed the top of her ear. The black box was placed in his hand by a tendril of magic, delicately delivering him the box. With his arms around her, he held the box for her to see and then opened it. A bejeweled strawberry sat on a choker, an expensive ornament tied to a Satin collar. His lips sealed around her neck as he brought up the collar. Gently clipping it onto her, he chewed on her earlobe and growled “I’m going to eat you whole my little bunny~” Without warning, his hand clenched around her throat and kept her against him as he laid back. She wouldn’t be able to breathe but this was clearly sexual, as she wasn’t being killed. He kissed the top of her head as he hooked his left forearm beneath her knees and pulled back. Exposed and hard, he let her throat go to grab his cock. Heatedly teasing her, the angry beast growled as he ran his head through her lips “My my~ what naughty thighs you have.” His cock was hot and it rubbed between, over and against her thighs. There was nothing he could’ve done to stop his precum from gushing. It stained her pristine flesh and he loved it. Making her sticky and covered with his cum felt good, right even. She was wet already, damp in excitement and he was more than ready to rub it all out inside her. Slowly, he pushed his head to her slick hole and groaned as it furiously swallowed him. Her pussy worked hard, stretching to hold him once again while he seemed to only swell. Thick and full of blood, he pushed his turgid rod deep in passionate humps. He let her breathe while he held her thighs, fucking her down onto his erection. Squirming almost, it was clear he was having a hard time going slow and not just creaming himself. Shaking, he buried his face in the top of her head and held her legs back as
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he plowed her. The beast would arch his back and then shove his hips up. He was going to cum inside her until he was empty and she would let him so long as- His face seemed to melt in pleasure as he let out a happy whine “Ungh~ Y-You’re gonna make me cum!” He moaned and arched as he shoved as much of himself into her as he could. The urge to make himself fit inside was still strong, not too faded despite all he had said and done. It was simply natural to want comfort for his cock. Her pussy was comfort and his cock fucking needed it. As his world went white, his balls clenched and started pumping out a torrent of thick cum. Gasping, he seemed to grind against her before pulling out and spraying some on her ass. Kissing the top of her head, he let her rest for a moment before flipping them over. Now he was hunched over her as her ass was high in the air. Spanking her, he grabbed his now sloppy cock and gave it a few pumps. Biting his cheek, he pushed back inside and made sure that he increased his speed slightly but didn’t go fast she wasn’t overwhelmed by cock. More pleasured grunts and growls seemed to leave his lips, his stiff shaft throbbing inside her. Whispering into her ear, he snarled “Reach under and hold my balls woman.” There was a heat in his tone. He said woman but the way he seemed to get harder and faster as he spoke was clear. My woman. That was what he thought as he grabbed and pulled her breasts back against herself. He didn’t give her anything hard to handle, going rather slow but smiling as she clenched about him. All her teasing led to him being riled up, his mind going wild as she clenched around him. @💜𝓕𝓲𝓸𝓻𝔂💜
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Celeste Sinclaire BOT 22-Dec-22 09:25 AM
His confirmation to her requests were all she needed. All she really wanted from him. The last time he had taken her, it had been so rough and so primal she had lost herself and was frightened of ever coming out of it. This time, she wanted the assurance that they could enjoy one another without the fear. Without the apprehension of what he might do to her and if she would be able to walk the next day. While she had been demanding, there was a slight nervousness that still remained, though she hoped she had masked it well with that playful smile. Her heart beating wildly in her chest, Celeste quietly removed the fabric dress she’d put on, shaking her head back and forth to free her long silvery white hair from it. This was better than him tearing it off her and then she’d really have nothing left to wear around. Her fingers gently played at the base of him, stroking him gently as he slid up her sides. Due to where she was sitting, as he crept forward and sat up, she slid forward over his abdomen and hips until her sex was pressed completely against him. It made her body clench a little and her breath quicken. Her nerve was leaving her, that confidence she had had slipping, feeling him play and grasp her backside and hear the happy moans he made. A gentle gasp slipped out of her mouth feeling him kneading at her breasts, her eyes closing just to enjoy the sensation a moment. It did feel nice, the intensity of him. Her fingers rose against his shaft at this new position she found herself in, taking turns stroking the underside of him as he kissed her and brought something forward. It was that black box he’d gotten before. Her eyes opened to watch him open the box and the little jeweled ornament sparkled in her matching crimson eyes. Was this for her? Was that what he grabbed? As he clipped the choker on, a hand left his shaft to play at the little strawberry ornamentation of it, letting it glimmer in the dim lighting.
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“Th…thank you..” The words barely murmured out of her mouth before she felt herself restricted from air. Gasping a little as he held her against his chest, her jaw dropped and her hands went to her throat. This wasn’t painful, just difficult to breathe she found, sucking in air when he released her and panting at the effort. Her body shivered, elated at the flicking touch of him against her. It sent delighted waves through her, and a quiet chuckle left her lips at his words. “All the better to hold you my dear Wolf.” She said softly. If she was his little bunny, it made sense that he was the big bad wolf to her. And his words reminded her of a children’s fairy tale story in the way he said it. Her back arched gently, feeling the pressure of him at her slick entrance before she swallowed him tightly. It was her turn now, moaning in soft sweet songs, her head tilting back against his shoulder as he stretched and invaded her. Her lower lip slid between her teeth and she whined at the feeling of him. It was like before, but not as rough, not quite as feral. This was better, her hips rocking to his movements, her body swallowing him with each thrust he made. Her breasts bounced a little and the soft clinking of that little jewel on her new collar were the only other movement she made. It almost sounded like a sweet bell against her moans, one arm coming to hook around his neck and hold herself upright against him as he went. Her hand held the back of his neck, careful not to touch his face again. He didn’t like it, she had to keep reminding herself of that.
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“Oh God.. Mmmm I’m..P-Please.. I… I’m going to…” She panted, barely able to string the words together before he cried out against him. His words tickled her ears and her sex clenched hard around him. Her walls pulsed feeling him fill her, feeling the jerk of his cock as she came with him. Her hand on the back of his neck held on tight. Coming down a little, her arm released him, sliding down over his shoulder and arm a moment before coming to rest in front of her. He was letting her rest, that was new. That was so appreciated. Just a moment to catch her breath, before she let herself be manipulated onto her front. Her gaze turned over her shoulder as he reentered her, a soft gasp dancing out of her at the sensation of it. His command made her both excitedly aroused but also slightly sad. The context of being called woman was not lost on her; it certainly made her feel like he was possessive of her. That she belonged to him, that she was His Woman… But that didn’t change the fact that he wouldn’t call her by name. Bunny is alright… I suppose… She thought, pushing the negativity from her mind and doing as she was told. Her hand slid underneath her, between her legs until she felt his sack slapping at her. Her fingers softly took hold of him, massaging as best she could. His hands on her and his methodical thrusts were amazing, and she felt her body push back into him as he continued. Her breath was hitched in her throat and her heart was beating wildly, her body desperate and her mouth begging him with each little moan she made. Her little collar was a stark contrast against her fair skin, the little jewel matching her pleading red eyes as she looked at him over her shoulder. Her body was reacting to him all over again, rising in temperature and demanding for him, her sex clenching around him tightly as if wanting to swallow him up. Her fingers tickled at the sensitive balls it had in her grasp, wanting nothing more than all of him for as long as he could sta
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nd it. Her words were pleading to him, long eyelashes batting up at him from over her shoulder. Her statement said was meaningful this time, her head not clouded by the fog of lust and fear she’d had before. There was passion in these words, truth in them. Celeste meant these words, with every fiber of her being. “Please… I Need you too…” @Deleted User
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Morningstar BOT 22-Dec-22 07:43 PM
His hips pushed against her, making her body lay against the bed as he laid over her. With a perverse expression of lust, he buried his face in her neck and gripped her hips possessively. She was warm inside, sloppy from his release and her own. Though he wasn’t using her name, he felt it hadn’t been cruel. The beast was rolling his hips forward and pushing his thick tip through her folds smoothly. Holding back the force, he didn’t make her withstand him but experience the slow fill of her insides from his thick shaft. Seeing how she seemed slightly sad, he kissed the top of her head and whispered sweetly into her ear while he plowed forth “Cum all your need on me Celeste~” A predatory grin ripped across his lips as he purred dirtily “Daddy loves a naughty bunny.” Laughing, his hands snaked under her breasts and slid up to her throat. His biceps caged her arms and body beneath himself. There wasn’t much in his mind, a cold reassurance of his pride and perhaps the flicker of something for her. Cuddling close, he tried to stop his heart from pounding. His skin was hot to the touch, burning like a forge as he felt her melt over his cock. Feeling her hand on his balls made him buck in surprised pleasure. Groaning, his hips seemed spurred on by each squeezing massage. Sticky juices gushed over his throbbing cock and warmed up his stomach. Shaking, he muffled a hot whimper in her neck and moaned as he felt his world go white. Whining weakly, he pushed his head down inside her and let his balls clench furiously. Huffing for her, he seemed to gasp in air as she squeezed his balls. Unable to stop himself, his hips became rougher as she looked over her shoulder. A confident smirk spread across his lips, pink lips being swallowed by angry ones. Passion flowed between their lips and crotch, his hands leaving her hips to grip her ass. Something about her behind made him aroused, perhaps he really was just an animal. The needy grind of his crotch against her butt was more than
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wanting. The beast rubbed his crotch against her in a circle and tried to very gently force himself deeper. When he found that he was already as deep as he could be, he seemed to whine in frustration. Lapping at the side of her neck, he seemed to speed up, feeling the pleasure build to the point of bursting. Humping her harder, he groaned and started to ruthlessly cream her. Shuddering, he seemed to almost get sucked in as his balls released everything she earned. There was a shame in letting out his moans, in letting her hear how weak she made him. Holding onto her ass, his fingers trembled as pleasure made him shake. Kissing her neck, he nuzzled his face into her neck as he was milked tenderly. She was clenching down on his meat and it felt good, choking his cock inside her folds. Pounding harder, his hips pushed down before grinding up against her. It was hard because a portion of his cock seemed to separate their hips. Upset he couldn’t get himself all the way in, he pulled himself out and let his orgasm finish on her tummy. The beast flipped her over once more. Now putting her on her back, he snarled and slurped up her nipple. Spending a little time sucking her tits for milk, he seemed sad but resigned to not having her make him milk. Chewing his cheek, he looked up into her eyes and pinched her clit. That pinch was followed by her thighs being grasped in his searing palms. Forcing her legs up, his hands groped the underside of her plush thighs heartily. Stiff, he put his erect cock on her belly and stared down into her eyes as he slowly dragged his cock back. His head dragged through the cum he splattered on her belly before pushing past her pussy lips once more. With the spread position and the way she was made to offer herself to him, there wasn’t a thing he didn’t do inside her. Brushing against her walls, he bullied his bunny’s tiny pussy heartlessly. She had to withhold his cock that now bulged in her tummy and the swelling of that turgid rod.
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Slowing down, he seemed horny as he snarled “Will you behave baby?” He leaned down, pushing his forehead to hers as he whispered angrily “Don’t.” With those words, he seemed to thrust harder as he made her pussy gush out over his crotch. Her misbehavior was just an opportunity to punish and looked upon in that manner. Struggling to keep his thrusting unabusive, he bullied her pussy with his terrible cock. Making her body accept his prick over and over, thrusting inside while her wetness dampened up his pubic hair. His proud and defined V-Line was glistening with her juices. Morningstar’s abs were shinning with her arousal anointing his skin. In a flurry of fast, needy thrusts, he displayed his desire for her with the erratic throbbing of his prick. Holding her thighs, he seemed aggressively dominant as he turned her skin red from his addicted pussy beating. Pushing deep, he stared into her eyes and let his own roll back before everything went white. Suddenly firming, his turgid cock splattered it’s hot load deep inside her. While he usually didn’t try to make a mess, this time he felt like it was okay. Humping harder, he buried his face in her neck as he slammed down. Letting his hips rest, he dumped his cum inside her. Huffing raggedly while he filled the tiny creature with his hot seed. She felt good to the touch and after a few moments of her sweltering pussy walls massaging out his cum, he reluctantly pulled out. Laying on his back, he grabbed a blanket to clean her belly and then tossed it away to be disposed of after. Making her lay on his chest, he smiled as her chest and his were warm together. Pushing back inside, he tried to not let his cheeks flush red in heat. She felt really good and he wasn’t strong enough to stop himself. Going slow, he bit her neck to keep himself quiet and from whimpering in need. However when she got excited and gave him a few clenches, he let out a weak moan.
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The beast was vulnerable right now, soft and easy to pain as he was in the throes of passion. Kissing at her neck, he tried to be good for her and didn’t punish the small woman harshly. Huffing, he whispered raggedly “M-Milk me dry~” @💜𝓕𝓲𝓸𝓻𝔂💜
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