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He obeyed for now sucking harder on her other breast her nipple being pulled slightly against his tongue as he swirled it around her other nipple the harder she moved the harder he thrust up as he wanted the feeling of her deep inside of him. He doubted she got to be in control like this very often she seemed to enjoy telling him what she wanted him to do. He enjoyed that in a women being told what felt right, and what she wanted more of. Allen enjoyed Zor's every movement his right hand moved to her shoulder as his left cupped the breast she had moved away from his mouth his hand strong as he groped her pinching her nipple teasingly as she pounded down against his thick shaft.

His hand on her shoulder started to push her down moving his hips so every time she pushed herself down his head pressed deep inside of her just slightly different moving her to find what felt the best for her. He wanted her to cum while his thick shaft was inside of her. He knew he could keep this up all night, but he would not allow it to go that long. Though he wanted her so tired she did not leave his arms, he had missed having someone who had actually liked something about him having found his good nature caused more trouble than good in most situations.
 
The strength of his arms was somehow comforting and arousing; this was a new experience and she rode the tides of it, helplessly giving into her body's calls for this man. She continued to thrust against him, using every muscle of her body to twist and ride him. His member filled her and it was an explosive joy that she gleefully accepted.

His exploration of her body made her move faster, moaning loudly. The thought of being heard never occurred to her; so what if there were people in rooms around them. She'd never had sex this amazing and it was long until her body shuddered in the wake of an orgasm. Her hips buckled was an ear-splitting cry burst from her and she slacked against Allen's large frame. A haggard breath was released, but she was smiling. When had she ever smiled during this act?
 
Allen smiled at her feeling her seem to collapse into his arms having found it difficult to control himself from comming so far. He pulleed her up holding her against his chest letting his throbbing manhood slide from her warm folds as he tossed the towel on the bed before pressing her back into it. He moved slowly overtop of her letting her have control before, but now it was his turn.

Allen slowly ran his hands along each of her ankles sliding slowly up her leg to just behind her knees. He pushed her legs up bending her knees just slightly as he pressed them to her chest. He leaned down kissing her deeply as he suddenly pushed deep inside her his hands moving to hold her legs in place as it was not long before another hard thrust sent his large manhood deep inside her. He knew he could not keep this. Up for long especially after she had just cum herself her warm folds stretching tight around him with each rapid thrust not breaking the kiss to help muffle her moans.

Allen was in control now, he wanted her to know it. He enjoyed holding her down like this, but she would have to trust him to stop if she desired as for her to force him away as they were would be near impossible.
 
Zor was used to men moving her and having their way with her body, but this was a whole other thing. When he moved her, it wasn't forceful and had she truly wanted to, she could have broken his hold. That wasn't to say he wasn't strong-- he was-- rather that he was giving her the option to stop him.

But she didn't want him to.

His lips consuming hers muffled the loud groans forced from her lips at his ever thrust. Her legs spread further open, welcoming his throbbing member into her. She loved the feel of him holding her, straddling her, and keeping her down. She rocked her hips against him with muscles stretching and tightening.
 
His hands moved to her shoulder, and along her side holding her in place as he moved faster as well as harder inside her his thick shaft filling her repeatedly. With her so tight around him he could feel the pressure building in him that would be his orgasm his hands tightened on her moving harder as his manhood pulsed as she took him inside her more, and more.

He broke the kiss moveing his lips to her neck kissing softly, "Cum for me show me just how much you enjoy my thick shaft deep inside you." He moved slightly so when he thrust his motions shoved himself completely inside her. He was ready to pull out when he came not wanting anything to come of this.
 
Zorya growled and moaned as he moved inside of her, filling her with a deep pleasure. When he spoke, she nearly purred in response as her hips ground against his. As the climax took hold, her body wriggled and twitched against him, the pleasure shooting throughout her body.

Still in his arms, she gave out a heavy sigh after another loud scream. She chest heaved as she breathed, breasts still erect and glistening with sweat.

Awed by the pleasure she'd just experienced, Zorya wondered what it was about this man that was so different from the rest. His eyes were beautiful and striking and something about the way he held her made her never want to leave his arms.
 
He continued slamming hard while she came, but as she wound down from her peak he slipped himself out of her with a soft groan of pleasure letting his seed pump onto the towel as he tossed it the the side, pulling the covers over then around the two of them. "If you don't stop being so tempting we will be at this all night." He had been leeching her fire magic for some time not being able to help it in the throws of passion.

Allen wove the magic in a way he had learned before her to dry off both of them as well as slightly heating the blankets to be comfortable as he held her to his chest. He enjoyed the feel of her flesh against him, and feared that he did not like the idea of leaving her. He always caught terror in those who knew what he could do, fearing he was taking from people a part of themselves. A curse of a gift he thought, but like a fog the faded away as the scent of her filled him holding her close.

He dreaded the first signs of the sun, he would have to go off to find work for the day, and leave her to take care of herself once again. He did not like the idea, but knew for him to afford for her to come with he would have to take jobs he did not like taking as they meant danger for everyone involved.
 
Zorya loved the scent of him as it filled his nostrils, his strength and warm wrapping around her like a shroud of protection. She eased into his arms, head resting against his chest; she listened to the steady beat of his heart while her fingers trailed his skin.

At his words, she smiled coyly, pressing her lips to his. "Stop lighting my fire then," she said in a husky voice, heavy from the loving making and heavy with the want for more.

Her body was warm and dry, thanks to his magic, and she was glad of his handy work. The water had been nice, but chilling on the skin. She preferred the warmth; it was something she was deprived of for a very long time. And now, she found herself in the arms of another kind of warmth and she didn't want to leave it.
 
Allen laughed softly at thar as he brushed her hair to the side kissing softly before he let himself drift off while holding her against him. Despite the comfort of being able to hold her in his arms his past had shown him getting to close to anyone was trouble at the best of times. He tried to let those thoughts drift away, but as always when he slept the nightmares came. He gave little show of it as the only noticable reaction was his hands moved across her stomach, and under her neck as if trying to protect her.

When the sun just barely crested the hill he woke up, sliding away from her as silently as possible. He had work to do so he had to get up she could enjoy the room till noon tomorrow if it pleased her. He placed a small note on the table then a thin necklace on top. Slipping out of the room so he could start his day.

The note was a small the note was short in a neat hand. He had done clerk work in the past, but this was something personal despite the habit. "Zor, I can not offer much, but as long as I am in town if you are in trouble hold the necklace as you say my name." He looked at the other chain slipping it around his neck a small link they created would allow him to find her. He had been given it by a seer odd how they were all too right on what they saw he dreaded that this would end in sorrow all the same.
 
Sleep had never come so easily to Zorya before, but not before long, she was drifting into slumber. Her nights were plagued with nightmares, mostly of re-occuring events she wished would lay still and silent. She didn't want to keep reliving the horrors of her past.

When she awoke, she was alone. For once, she was saddened by this fact. But she found a note not long after stretching from the bed, her lithe body being kissed with sun rays streaming from the windows. Still naked, she read the note and placed the necklace around her neck, feeling an odd comfort in the trinket that rested against het collarbone.

Unsure if what he had written was true, she was sure she wouldn't see the man again. Her heart sank at the thought, but it wasn't something she was unfamiliar with. Not that she'd stayed with any men she had wanted to continue to be with.

She sighed heavily all the same.

It was nearing night when she left the village. She had been kicked from the room around noon and mulled about the town until then. A few times she'd been tempted to call to Allen, but decided against it. Now, she trudged along a dirt road to God only knew where. She wasn't sure where she was going, but she could make camp within a few hours if she didn't reach a town before.
 
Allen had been out of the town most the day due to taking a job to deal with a recent string of bandits in the area he had done his job well. He had left a few bruised egos, and a women who would not stop with a knife with an injured arm. However at the end of the day he had four gold coins, and a little copper it would allow for to to travel for a time.

He had asked about her at the inns, figuring she had decided to bed with another man to get by. He felt a light sting in that, but he knew he had no right for such things. He could never be what she needed a fact he knew all too well. Slinging his pack on his back he left the town to trevel enough supplies for one.

She had treveled late, and to her misfortune had taken a path that put her in the path of a rather large band of thieves who had to find a new area to try their trade at. The men grinned seeing the lone girl, without word the men moved to surround the women they could not have a few town girls as was their custom recently. They did however have one traveler they saw as easy meat, "lookin for a warm bed tonight sweety?" A large man spoke with a toothy grin, large as he wasdangerous with the smell of a man to long in the woods.
 
She had hoped this night wouldn't prove to be problematic.

The fates had other things in store for her.

Eyeing the men who was slowly surrounding her, she counted her odds. There was at least four men, each three times her size. Since escaping her imprisonment, she'd dedicated every moment to making herself an unstoppable weapon. She was damn near close to being so, but she wasn't sure she could win a fight so highly outnumbered.

She sneered at his attempt at a pick-up-line and said, "I think the stench would smother me to death."

Her fingers were already itching toward the blades she had hidden in various places of her outfit. Magic was easily at her disposal as well, but she'd rather not tire herself with the use of it.
 
"Hey guys the women can use magic..." a man stepped to the side, and behind him three much tougher looking men. The man who spoke was rather normal, not to good looking though not one who would put most off. "Do not encourage him toy if he thinks he has the few seconds he needs he might try it." The man before her was the leader clearly as the large man grunted at the insult, but moved to the side for the man.

He grinned at her as he raised the palm of his hand a knife in his hand from seemingly thin air as he let it glitter acros his knuckles threatenly. "My men really are quite bored, and I could do with some entertainment tonight." The man had a soul as dark as they came he gained his pleasure then disposed of the women, robbing as well as murder were all parts of him though he did not seem frightened of her. "We do not need to start with you unable to walk come join us toy, and you might live this night."
 
Bullie, the lot of them. She wasn't interested in their kind; there was no reason for them to grace the earth. They were nothing but a stain on this world. She could easily take out a few and even that would be enough to put a smile on her face.

She rolled her eyes while cocking a hip. "Big talk, little man. I doubt you can live up to those words." Her eyes were piercing like daggers.

She was asking for trouble, but there was no way she'd go with them willing. The last time she had been raped, her attacker had not gotten away. It was the first time she had killed and certainly not the last. No one was ever going to touch her without her permission again.

Fingers touching the edge of a blade hidden in a wrist-cover, she watched the group intently, awaiting their movement. When they attacked, she would be ready.
 
The man before her strode toward her uncaring as if she could not hurt him. His sisters were here after all hidden in the brush. His younger sister could negate the ability to use magic in others. His older sister could keep him alive from any wound they had come across. He had no power of his own having been told it sometimes could skip like that. He held his dagger for her to see the oily substance coating the edge. Clearly a form of poison as he suddenly lunged at her fully willing to let her stab him just to try to cut her leg.

They had a full camp, and not happy with the sudden move tossing her to the men was a needed distraction he did not plan on letting her get away. "You do not think our band can take on one little shit of a girl? I can't wait to make you scream!" He let a maddening roar as he struck at her again, and again not trying to block anything she tried at him.
 
Volant as a cat, Zorya avoided his slashes, but it was only a matter of time before she was hit. She sliced at him once or twice, but wasn't sure it was doing any good. Any magic she threw at him was likely to be large and unmanageable, but she had little options.

The cool air ran across her skin like silk as she struck at her attacker. The night's moon was hanging high in the sky, casting a pale glow on the group below. The fire in the party's camp cast ominous shadows across the ground, lighting their bodies with orange and red hues.

The man dove at her again and this time she pulled at her magic-- only to find it wasn't working. No time to question it, she had to make up for the time she'd lost trying to access it; dropping into a roll, and gathering dirt and leaves as she did so, she cursed and grabbed another knife. This one she tossed and it implanted behind the man's knee.

She jumped to her feet, sweat beading her forehead.

What was keeping her from her magic?

She tried accessing it again with the same results. Nothing. It was there, but... intangible.
 
"So beautiful when the troupe dances to my tune." He pulled the knife from his knee with as a snap as if not caring about his leg the wound not bleeding then closing as he laughed, "I sing the song of pain can you here it? When I get us all back Emerural will cower before me!" He laughed seeming to welcome every slash or cut. The magic protected him from death, but he enjoyed the pain as only a man as deranged as he could.

The dagger in his hand found a twin as he slashed at her more with complete disregard for his own safety even cutting himself swinging at her, but whatever poison did not seem to bother him as he seemed to laugh more not letting her move far from him without a strike at her always aimed at her legs or arms. "I am all powerful girl give in, and I will only make you wish I killed you."

He grinned as he flicked his wrist a strange stone striking a rock before a loud booming sound rang out making the seven larger men grasp their ears in shock two even doubling over as the strange man lept forward grinning striking at her thinking the sound should have her disoriented.
 
His words weren't making sense, but from what she gathered, there was some kind of power masking the man. Nothing she did would harm him. She was up shit's creek without a paddle.

Dodging his hits, she was shocked by the loud noise. The ring was cacophonous in her elven ears and she stumbled slightly from shock. But that was what the man had wanted; she dropped, not letting her hesitation get her killed. She had to get out of here, but how? This man was clearly protected by something beyond her comprehension.

some kind of poison was on the blade he wielded and she was determined to not let it touch her. If she was struck, there was no telling what would happen.

But she couldn't dodge forever.

An exaggerated flip over the man's head caused gasps from the party surrounding them, but she ignored them as she spun on her attacker, coming at his bare back. She sank another blade deep into flesh, but she had the distinct feeling it wouldn't do much damage.

Instead of keep fighting, she did the next best thing-- she ran for all she was worth.
 
With a long sigh he sighed, "As our father was found to say, the world could weep when the show stops..." a women lowered herself from the tree sighing as she did not even glance at Zor, "Jack you said we would find more of our kin soon six does not make a show..." She did not say it, but she implied he would not hold center stage either. "That man boasted about having over a thousand children you have found six..." She crossed her hands across her large bosom giving a no nonsense glare.

She spun her power as lines of her spell surrounded the area that would grab anyone so desired in it. The power would be next to useless to someone with magic, but with her cut off she would find no steel could cut these threads if she moved into them. "Remember I said if I caught her she goes to me first..." she did not sound as dark as the male, but she had plans for the girl just the same.

The men grumbled as if knowing that could be days before they got to lay a hand on her. This women seemed to have one arm hanging slightly to much as if set after being broken.
 
Zorya's feet hit the ground like stampeding antelope as she sped across the field. She didn't hear anyone coming after her and that left her concerned. Was there a reason for it?

She kept her breathing light between each step. She was fast and hoped to put some distance between herself and the creeps attacking her.

It wasn't long before she encountered something very strange; she couldn't step forward another foot and was suspended in air. Something invisible wrapped around her, holding her in place, no matter how hard she strangled. Heart leaping into her throat, Zorya thrashed against the invisible binds. A trap? Magic? It had to be. She cursed inwardly. Of course something like this would happen after one glorious night. You spend your life in a nightmare and you begin to believe anything more is only a step away from something much, much worse.
 
The women who spun the web to trap Zorya walked ahead with a sly smile on her face rolling her hips side to side as she moved. The man seemed to grumble as he sheathed his blades despite his dark stare he would fall into quiet giggles every now and then. An older women in her early thirties by appearence held the hand of a younger child who seemed happy as if they had not just assulted a random traveler. As well as a younger man to the saide who resembled Allen quite closely, but remained silent fingering two sticks at his left side thin as well as lacquered to be used as a weapon clearly. Though not far off a older male walked with a sunken expression walked slowly looking lost in the world like he had been stripped bare.

The women moved to Zor with a kindly expression on her face as she brushed Zorya's cheek softly as she smiled. "You are mine for the next three days if your good I will treat you well before giving you to Seth, and his daggers." Seth looked at her oddly before leaning close as he smelled along her neck before grinning. "She will lead us to a brother I think she has a touch of father's scent on her..." He gave her a wide grin as he backed off, "maybe it will be that old man himself" he laughed never one speaking to her. These were all bad people tainted black by their enjoyment of the horrors they enjoyed.
 
Zorya cursed inwardly, chills raising goosebumps on her skin. She didn't want to be captive with these people, but she couldn't move. Struggling only made it worse. She'd stopped moving by the time they reached her.

When the woman was close enough, stroking her cheek, Zorya spit a wad of saliva at her. It landed on her face.

The elf woman gave the woman a mean glare that pierced like daggers. "You all are nothing but crazy, worthless pieces of shit, roaming the world and creating nothing but chaos and hate." She sneered. "You're all disgusting."
 
Cera smiled as she wiped the side of her cheek with the back of her hand before reaching up, and turned Zorya's head to the side knowing the women could not resist the spell as she was. She leaned close letting the tip of her tounge slide slowly up Zorya's neck following her jaw slightly then up hrr cheek smiling broadly. "I see you have heard of us, trust me the stories make us sound like saints next to the truth..."

Seth shrugged before tossing her over his shoulders the web breaking where he needed for her to be carried, but keep her bound so he did not have to wrestle with her as they walked her calmly toward the camp. Men started calling out when they saw her, but seemed to die for the time when they found where she was going. They all did not want to meddle with that group clearly.
 
At this point, Zor wasn't sure what to do. She couldn't fight them and escape; that was already proven useless. How could she break through the barrier spell they had? If she cut it's power, maybe... but who was responsible for it?

She allowed the man to carry her. She could easily escape his hold, but didn't want to just yet. She needed to formulate a plan first. The only way to do that was to wait and watch. Hopefully learn more about her captors and a way to slip away from them.

Biting her lip, Zor only hoped she could escape before... more damage was done. She wasn't sure she could take any more abuse.

She'd snap.

And she didn't want that.
 
Seth before long took her down from his shoulder setting her down, and as he pulled away the strange string like bonds seemed to melt away allowing Zor more movement. The young looking women moved next to Zor with a big grin on her face, "wouldn't the world be better with no magic?" She spoke to Zor with a chirp to her voice growing louder then softening. She may have been smaller than normal, but this close it was easy to see her curves she was much older than she appeared. "Then everyone would come to see shows like in the older times before magic was so common.

The other five began to speak to each other in hushed voices as if there was no concern to what Zor may do. She should have known as long as those six were together she had little chance. No one person could do much to even two others with decent skills these six were well practiced with each other. Though they did not seem to interested to speak to Zor they did glance at her every so often.

Allen back in town settled all his debts, picked up his supplies, and started down the path to the next town. He had a slow way of treveling often taking detours to help people, or earn some coin to keep inn keepers sensible with him. He could not get that beautiful women from his mind, and found himself wondering if she was doing all right.
 
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