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Through The Starry Night || Shadow and Cho only

The princess moaned quite a bit while the man entertained himself with her body and the ice. It all felt good, but not enough to have her climax or anything. If anything, the ice felt more relieving and soothing to her aching body than pleasing in the sexual manner. When he finally got bored, she was a little happy. She was getting a bit bored herself, though he did a lovely job of mixing it up and having the time not be too boring, but there were times when she felt like falling asleep. Horrible to think of, but it happened, and now, she was irked. He just ... left it in her? What the hell? She growled under her breath, pushing her form up and then taking the piece of ice left to melt within her out, a brow rising in question. Looking over at the demon, she threw the ice at him, knowing he would bat it away before hitting him, but she did not care. â??Donâ??t just leave it in me like Iâ??m some freezer.â? She rolled her eyes, finally letting his words sink in. They were leaving?

Lonodiel perked up, already over the ice issue and she blinked her long lashes, staring up at the demon with interest. â??Really?â? She asked, actually not bothered by the thought at all. Leaving this place was definitely a good thing. Frankly, this room freaked her out. She looked around before standing up, pulling the sheet around her chest and she walked over to him, staring up at him and she tied the sheet around her, her arms folding over her lower torso as she glared up at the demon. â??I want clothing, if Iâ??m going to become your new toy. . . And since weâ??re leaving here, I presume there will be clothes where weâ??re going? So, I expect to have some new clothing when we get to wherever.â? She stated, seeming so much like the little princess she was with her order. She really was not scared of him. She should be, but she did not care. She wanted clothes more than anything else right now.
 
He did bat the ice away before it struck him, and really had left it there simply to irritate her, it was... cute when she was angry. Not that he would say anything of the sort to her. He smirked at her attitude, she really was more a princess than most, even demanding things of him, a demon. Still It bothered him little, she could have her little 'freedoms' but in the end she did what she was told.. even if she didn't know that yet. "You'll have your clothes little she-devil, I can't have other demons ogling my new toy over much." he laughed under his breath at that and stood straight taking her hand in his as he activated the innate magic that allowed him to in a sense 'de-summon' himself, only this time... he took her with him. The room seemed to spin as the two of them crossed the barriers between the worlds fading into a long moment of velvet blackness before the new world came into focus.

The world they appeared in was... different to say the least the sky was a deep red, rather than blue and all the colors of the land seemed.. off you could say. Just different than what a person from the normal world would think they would be The specific area in which they appeared was a road of black polished stone, obsidian to be exact that lead into the open gates to a rather large mansion of stone, metal and glass. It was rather... gothic in style mostly dark colors, high rising spires, and such, if one looked into the distance one could see others castles and mansions rising here and there amongst the demonic wilderness. He idly glanced at her and gave her a forceful tug as he moved through the open gates along with her, the metal spiked and barbed gate slammed shut behind them of course with a echoing clang.
 
The woman relaxed, letting him take her where he willed. She did not really care. Better someplace else than in a ditch... or home. Her mother was pregnant now, so the king had his heir, and she was fairly sure that mother was going to have a boy. She would soon be forgotten and, oddly enough, she did not mind that thought. She did not hate her parents. She loved them. They loved her. She just did not see eye-to-eye with them most of the time. Like whom she would marry. Plotting to force her with some weenie of a prince. Please. She would not deal with someone that had no backbone or personality. At least with Vulcarik, he had both. Not that he was a prince or anything, but he was better than some of the people she could be shoved and forced to be with. She held onto the demon tightly when the room began to spin. Closing her eyes and taking in many deep breaths, she definitely did not feel nice traveling to the other place, wherever it was.

With the new surroundings, she looked around, seeming a little more green than normal. She absently let the other tug her through the gates, staggering as she walked forward. Soon enough, she froze, her face paled and she released the demon to fall to her knees, the bit of bread she had earlier spilling onto the ground. Groaning, she slowly pushed her form up from the earth, her hand shaking as she wiped along her lips, taking in quite a few deep breaths before she shook her head again. â??I hate you.â? She mumbled, tugging the sheet tighter as she walked back to the other, ironically feeling safer next to him than on her own. This place was too strange for her to even think of running away. â??And where are my clothes.â? She added, trying to stop the sick feeling in her gut. Ugh. She was definitely not doing that again.
 
He shook his head slightly annoyed as she fell to her knees, "Its not my fault you have a weak stomach for dimensional travel princess." he said as he waited for her to stand, at her further demand he merely rolled his eyes, amused at her show of stubbornness, "Where do you think clothing would be, inside of course." He began to move again, heading to the castle deeper in the grounds, only glancing back over his shoulder once , "Hurry up princess, or one of the guard demons might find you and eat you.. or worse." He laughs internally at this, he has very few actual guards on these grounds, this particular area of the demonic realm is relatively calm, hence why he keeps his actual home here. Pointedly not looking back as he continues along the path to the gates, he makes a simple gesture causing the stone doors to grind open wide enough to enter.

Only when he begins passing through to the inside of the large building does he bother glancing back, he knows she'll follow, as she literally has nowhere to run anymore. Still she might just be stubborn enough to do something incredibly stupid... one never knows with mortals after all. That and he had been walking rather quickly, she may not have caught up yet, so he stands in the doorway waiting for her to catch up properly.
 
Lonodiel rolled her eyes. How could she not have a weak stomach for this thing? She never traveled to a different dimension before. She did not realize the world would spin as much as it had. That was what got her so horribly. She grumbled to herself and cursed the demon quite a few times under her breath, seriously wondering why she came willingly. The reason definitely was not just for the pleasure. She knew that much. She was not some animal who only sought after pleasing herself. She seemed to be that way, but that was not the case. The more she thought about the situation, the more she realized she willingly came for the escape. She could get away from being royalty. Go to a place where no one even knew who she was â?? demon captor aside â?? and she would be said demonâ??s slave, but she got the pleasure out of that at least. And clothing. She got clothes, food, sex, and possibly a heart attack from built up hostility toward the other. Better than nothing.

Walking behind the other, she kept to her own pace, seeing the stones move aside and she spotted the other waiting for her. Her arms folded over her lower torso while following after him. She did not want to be abandoned, but she very much doubted he would let some guard have his way with her. His fun would be spoiled and she would be utterly pissed. She sighed while walking into the castle, glancing around before shivering. She was cold. So, so very cold. Rubbing her hands along her arms, she tried to keep a bit warmer than she was at the moment. While it worked better than not doing anything, she was still cold. â??So, this is your lair?â? She mumbled, not really liking the silence right now. She looked around, finding it to not be too hideous or anything. Maybe a bit of a feminine touch could be used, but she did not expect a palace like her own.
 
he merely nodded at her words, "Something of the sort, Honestly its larger than I need, but appearances must be kept." He spoke as he placed a hand on her shoulder, and the world vanished in darkness again, though without the spinning. When they reappeared it was in considerably better surroundings than the blank stone entryway. here the floor was carpeted, and there were a number of furnishings, from a large slightly rounded bed, to a wardrobe and even a vanity of sorts. The wooden parts were carved of something dark, and not quite like the wood of her home, and the metal and stone portions held a slight bluish tint. "You will find some clothing in the wardrobe... I generally keep this room for... visitors." his tone leaves little to imagination, said visitors are likely the succubi he spoke of before, after all why else bother to have these various feminine things.

"When your dressed, we can get a proper meal.. assuming the little princesses delicate stomach has settled enough for that." he snorts a bit of laughter at the last and moves to one side leaning against the wall, making it obvious he has no intention of leaving her alone in the room, considering that there IS a large window she could possibly escape through.
 
She gasped when they moved again, hoping for her stomach to not churn. Luckily, this trip was better than the last one. She sighed heavily once they stopped. Looking around the room, she took in the surroundings, absently listening to his words. Her eyes rolled. â??Guests.â? Yeah. She had no idea what those were. â??Pervert.â? She mumbled while walking to the wardrobe. She prodded around a bit before a brow rose in question. Why ... were there so many things in leather? Wait, she did not want to know. She sighed heavily, continuing to thumb through some of the items. â??If I get some weird disease from wearing these ... I will find a way to kill you.â? She continued to look through the clothing while she spoke, not really meaning anything. Besides, any disease the clothes had, he would already have, therefore, she would already have it too. So far, nothing itched or felt weird [aside for what she presumed to be normal after such a thing] so she was probably safe from disease.

After realizing not much in the wardrobe was to her particular style, she decided to just pick something that seemed all right. With her back to the man against the wall, she let the sheet fall off her form. Taking out a black bra, she pulled that onto her form before slipping into a lace, long-sleeved shirt which revealed the bra and her toned torso. Upon her hips, she tugged on matching undergarments and then a long black skirt, the side slit up to her hip, her long legs easily seen, her skin all the more porcelain-looking in contrast to the black. She pulled her long locks up and into a simple black tie, a pair of strappy heeled shoes to her feet and she headed to a mirror, looking over her new attire and shrugging. At least she had on nice shoes. Turning back to the man, her arms folded over her lower torso and her eyes turned to the other. â??Whereâ??s this food you were talking about?â? She asked, looking annoyed as her lavender eyes stared at him, waiting. She seriously was hungry, and well, vomit was not the best taste to have in oneâ??s mouth. She needed at least a drink.
 
He watches her dress finding the contrast between her pale skin and the dark clothing rather attractive, being patient for the moment until she finishes. At her impatience he just shakes his head, perhaps he would be better off just leaving her out in the wilderness? A thought for later perhaps, but not for now, he silently waves her over as he steps out of the door, and into the dimly lit hall outside, "The food will be in a dining hall, or have such basic things slipped your mind?" he smirks a bit though he isn't looking at her anyway, On an idle thought he tosses in a compliment if only to throw her off for a moment. "Good enough choice of dress, it suits you."

He returns to silence then as he leads her through a few halls and doors, he could of course transport them instantly but.. he doesn't feel like it in all honesty After a few minutes they reach a fairly small room centered around a dark wooden table, food is already set, a fairly simple meal on plain dishware. "There you go Princess, food for the lady." The last is again mocking as he pulls out a chair for her, on his way to the other side of the table, sitting down himself. "of course if the far is too plain for you... well I suppose you'll starve." he shrugs at this as if it means little to him.
 
Lonodiel rolled her eyes. How the hell should she know? She really would have to find a way to be able to injure him in some form. Just a little whack to the back of his skull would make her happy to do every once in a while. But, he was far too strong for her to even attempt at hitting him. So, silently she would follow. The compliment that hit her ears took a while to fully be comprehended. At first, she thought that there was an insult in there. Something about her weight, or her body, or something ... but she could not find anything. She stopped, staring at his back and she tilted her eyes to her outfit. She thought she looked nice, but he ... agreed? She slowly looked back up at him, a simple â??Thank youâ? passing her lips while she followed after him to the dining hall. She was too glad to finally have food to even care right now.

Rolling her eyes to the comment, she walked over to the chair he pulled out for her, looking it over to be sure there was nothing on it or something that would make her get hurt or something. Shrugging, she sat down on the chair, her right knee crossing over her left as she looked over the food. She soon turned her eyes to the man with his comment, arching a brow as she stared at him. â??Is that really what you are going with as an insult? Iâ??m starving. Food being plain or not is not a matter.â? She stated, rolling her eyes again before she took some of the food and began to eat silently. She really was starving. She wanted to eat a few hours ago, even before she wound up puking, but now the urge for food was all the more. She pulled apart some pieces of bread. Ate a good half of the cut of meat she had. Prodded the vegetables, eating some every so often, and soon enough, she was quite full. Wiping off her lips and her hands, her arms folded over her lower torso, leaning back and against the chair, she sighed softly. â??Thank you for the meal.â? She said, not looking at him while she spoke. She just wanted to show that she was grateful for the food.
 
He was a tad surprised that she didn't respond to the compliment with an insult but lets it pass, as he watches her eat, he has little need of food or drink, and what he does eat... well it probably wouldn't be a good idea to show her. He shrugs a bit at the cooment about his insult, "Why 'Diel, with how 'princess-ly' you've been acting one never knows." As he speaks he idly wonders if he should tell her just what that cut of meat came from... no making her vomit again wouldn't do any good. It took some time for her to finish, and so he idly rocked back and forth on the chair, when she actually thanked him he raised an eyebrow, his expression incredulous. "Your Welcome, princess."

He finds it odd he's being so polite with her, He again wonders if he's been charmed or something but no, he would have noticed. This girl still intrigues him for some reason, and he finds himself admiring her body again, idly scanning her curves with his eyes... Oh yes she's getting another round later, that much he knows.
 
She sighed heavily, pushing her plate away and then finishing off her drink before she moved an elbow to the table and her chin moves to her palm. Pale purple eyes traveled along the table to the man that was there. She watched him dully for a while before her eyes slipped closed. â??Do I get a tour of the grounds?â? She questioned, curious just what the place looked like. She had a little bit of an idea from the outside and from her room to where they were now, but she would not mind seeing the rest of the building. She was curious anyway. The red sky and strangely hued objects around the place utterly intrigued her. If she was not scared of someone other than Vulcarik kidnapping her, she would love to just wander around by herself. Thing being, she could deal with this man, who knew what someone else would be like? She did not wish to find out. Which was why she would probably wind up clinging to him if they ever had to leave this place.
 
A tour of the grounds? he wondered why she would even want that, but it was nothing troubling. He found himself wanting to keep her at least relatively happy for some reason. "Hmmm, a tour is do-able," As he stood up from his seat he wondered for a moment what to show her, he knew from his own internal clock that evening was already falling. Even as he thought about this and circled the table, offering her a hand unconsciously, to help her stand and lead her along. She really was a lovely woman, especially with the new choice of clothing, he hadn't been lying before he had every intention of keeping her for a very long time, he glanced at her out of the corner of his eyes as he lead her along.

The tour was fairly short in the relative sense, she got a brief peek into his chambers, which were similar to the room she had used but in darker colors and lacking certain feminine aspects, various 'playrooms' containing selections of toys, she would be seeing quite a lot of those. Even a small library and a few other things that wouldn't be out of place in a normal castle. The tour ended with the central courtyard and garden. By now the light had dimmed leaving the sky a shade of black-purprle, with twinkling points of light in unfamiliar patterns. Even a full moon stood in the sky, though it was crimson rather than silver.
 
The woman was shocked. She had not expected him to agree to give her a tour. She would have figured he was paranoid she would use it as an escape. She was not that dumb to try to leave, where would she go? Seriously, there was not a place for her to go that would not freak her out, so staying with the demon worked for her. She followed him silently, not really paying attention to whether or not her hand still held his. She had taken it out of good spirits to help her stand up, that and she had not worn stilettos in a while. She was getting used to the thin heels as she walked around the grounds. Taking in everything, seeing his room, the other rooms with the toys that she knew would be used eventually for her. She may have to visit those some time and trash ones that seemed far too cruel to even be near her. She perked up with the library, glancing around and wishing to get a bit more of the books, but she did not ask.

In the courtyard, she glanced around, actually finding this all quite beautiful. She did not know why. Maybe it was the foreign way the whole area was. The purple sky, crimson moon, and faint stars in the sky ... but she just found it all to be appealing to her eyes. She looked about the ground, leaving him for a while to wander to where the gardens were. Leaning over the flowers, she examined them, seeing just how different they were to hers back home. She would have tried to pluck one, but frankly, she was paranoid that one would snip her finger clean off. She needed all ten fingers, thank you very much. Otherwise, the effect of flipping off Vulcarik would be lost. She straightened up once again, looking about before she walked over to the man, holding up both her hands. Her right was held vertical, palm to the other while her left was horizontal and in height with his shoulder. â??Dance with me?â?
 
He watched her wander the gardens for a moment, admitting at least to himself that he enjoyed the way the moonlight played over her skin. When she asked him to dance he didn't react for a few seconds. What? She wanted to dance? What a strange woman, he had raped and brutalized her less than a day before... and now she asked him to dance? It was so absurd that he simply nods stepping forward to place his hand on her waist and his other into position as well, he feels some foreign emotion as he looks down at her and they begin to move in time with unheard music.

"You are a strange one." Are the only words he speaks, softly more to himself than anything else as the steps of the dance lead them further into the courtyard, it is almost eerily silent but for their steps and the sound of her breathing as the two move through the dance. Its been quite a long time since he had last done this, impersonating a noble at some ball or another, and dancing with her... was more enjoyable by far than that had been.
 
Lavender eyes kept up to the other, waiting to hear his response. She expected the utter dead silence. She figured that was inevitable. Why would he agree to dance with the woman that he was currently keeping as a pet? Apparently, though, he did not mind the idea all that much. Either that or she completely caught him off guard and he just did not feel like denying her strange request. She realized she was a very odd elf. She just did not care at the moment. She wanted to dance. She liked to dance. That was really one of the main and only reasons she put up with so many courting Balls and trying to find someone for her, or just those annoying dances her father dragged her to. She enjoyed the fluid movements and the grace that automatically came with a dance partner who had two wits about him to keep in time to the music.

Her left hand rested upon his shoulder, her right hand, delicate as it was, held within his stronger hand. She moved with him, in time to the music that seemed to be through both their minds. She kept her eyes up to the otherâ??s, being sure to not lose eye contact. That was partly how she did so well when she danced. Keeping her eyes to the other helped her own concentration. She counted and moved beautifully with the man. Lonodiel was actually having a good time. She did not find the whole scenario as awkward as she thought it would have been. Dancing with the man who kidnapped her, violated her, took her purity, and did so much else, one would think the movements would be like stepping on broken glass â?? but they were not. Possibly It was because she was so stubborn and defiant before that she saw him more as an equal than her â??masterâ? which she will try to stab him if he ever demands to be called that.
 
He found himself gazing into her eyes, as they danced in the moonlit gardens, He found himself enjoying dancing with her, her body held close as he unconsciously counted his steps. She was beautiful in the moonlight he thought, as their movements carried them further out into the center of the gardens. his grip on her hand tightened slightly. He was enjoying being with her, more so than any 'toy' or even 'guest' he had ever had, it was strange, and he wasn't sure weather to like it, or try to exterminate the odd feelings she was bringing out in him.

He doubted he would ever insist on her calling him master.. anymore than he felt the need to use the more vulgar names he called many of his slaves over the years. He was lost in his thoughts as he danced with her and thus did not consciously think about when he leaned down, getting closer to her upturned face and pressed his lips to hers, in a somewhat rough kiss, it lasted only seconds before he pulled back, wondering why in the hells he had done that, even though he never misses a step in the continued dance.
 
Lonodiel continued counting. One, Two, Three, Four. One, Two, Three, Four. It was a simple rhythm and she always found it easier to think the numbers when she would get bored during a dance. At the moment, she was not really bored though. She did not know why, but now she couldnâ??t take her eyes away from the manâ??s. There was no rhyme or reason for the fact, just that her eyes seemed to be glued with the demon dancing with her, and she knew this definitely was not some pathetic magic trick he wanted to play with. He did not seem the type. She knew there was something internal that made her not want to take her eyes away. Could be the crimson glistening within his eyes or something, but she was entranced.

Her feet kept moving with his and she absently wondered just why she was not trying to freak out or anything of that sort. Normally, by now, she would have told the partner she was dancing with that she was done. She liked to dance, but typically she would get bored after a while. Vulcarik was a good dancer, sure, but somehow ... she doubted that was the reason. Not until his lips connected with hers, for however brief seconds, did she realize what the issue was. Her heart fluttered, her stomach did a bit of a backflip, and she finally got the full grasp of how warped and off the beaten path she had strayed. She had such skewed tastes in men. Apparently her heart went for the man who kidnaps, rapes, violates, and degrades. She soon came to a stop in her movements, shaking her head with a soft laugh. She patted the front of his chest softly, taking her hand away to give a small curtsy to the man. â??Thank you for the dance, sir.â? She said, her head bowed and she would go with ignoring her odd feelings. They were bound to go away after a while, right? After her little bow, she straightened her form and began to walk past him, hoping he would let her leave â?? doubtful as it may be. Not leave him forever, that was impossible ... but just go sleep off and blame her emotions on fatigue.
 
When she stopped the dance he merely nodded still stewing in his thoughts, but as he watched her turn away he felt a need to stop her, this wasn't just getting passed off as an awkward moment, he had no idea what he was feeling, but it was connected in some way to lust. He took a few steps rapidly catching up to her as he placed a hand on her shoulder, forcibly turning her back to him. he didn't bother with words by this point he was in no mood for more verbal sparring. Second after she was spun back to face him, his arms encircled her and his lips pressed against hers again, the kiss was deeper this time, more possessive, and hungry than the brief one before.

His arms tightened around her back, not taking a chance of her pulling away at this point, although he knew he could catch her again if need be. He still didn't know why he was doing this, he knew he wanted her again alright, but there was something else there as well. He laid that aside though in favor of the more urgent needs of the moment.
 
The woman did not think she would get away. She knew that would not be possible. She would either be struck in the back of the head with a rock, or the demon would wind up following after her. Frankly, she was happy it was the latter that happened. She really was not looking to be unconscious, no matter how badly that would help her frustrations at the moment. She badly wanted to just go take a nice, warm bath and forget about how silly she was being. Nice bath, good nightâ??s sleep, that was all that was needed. Not the man to come following after her. She figured he would just try to rape her again or something. Well, not that it would be rape at the moment but who gets lost in technicalities anyway.

Spinning around to face the man, she was shocked when he spared no moment to kiss her. Her eyes went wide and at first, she had attempted to push him away for her own selfish reasons. She did not want to keep feeling these weird sensations toward the other, but she could not win. He pulled her in tighter and she admitted her defeat once more. Her eyes slowly fluttered closed, her palms resting upon the front of his chest and she gave into his actions. Her soft lips gently caressed his, kissing him back far less hungrily than he was kissing her, but she was still returning the affection. She was not sure where this would wind up taking them, but she would still go with the old stand by of completely and utterly ignoring her emotions, if he did not feel the same. Though, his current actions were ... odd.
 
He wasn't sure just why he was doing this rather than just taking her and being done with it, but it felt... right for some reason. He was to far gone by now to really stop himself though so he just allowed himself to get lost in the feeling. She struggled at first and it only caused him to tighten his grip on her, as she relaxed and even... began kissing back he allowed his hold on her to loosen a little. he slid one hand down her back, even as the other kept his hold around her waist. He was just beginning to explore her mouth with his tongue when he broke away for a quick breath. In that moment he could only think of how perfect she appeared in the moonlight, but again he refused to think about why he was thinking such about her.

Having taken his breath he presses his lips back to hers roughly, and his hand slips down her leg to rest on her thigh just below the hem of her skirt. Gradually though he raises it slipping his hand below her skirt and further up her leg. He pulls her closer at the same time, pressing her slim, soft body to his chest. If he kept going as things were they would end up doing things right here in the gardens... not that he really cared himself.
 
Lonodiel did not know why she was giving into the kiss so easily. She would have put up a fight. Last night, she would have been pounding on his chest and trying to get him to go away, but why was she actually returning the kiss? Not only returning, but enjoying the embrace of their lips? All her emotions were messed up recently and she was going to completely and utterly blame the demon that kidnapped her. She would verbally do that ... later. For now, she would give into her urges and feelings and let the kiss to continue as it was. There was no way she could protest, even if there was not the fact that she was his little toy.

With their lips parted, she looked up at him, staring at the man for the brief moments she caught her breath and soon enough, she was back kissing him and she could feel her knees becoming just a bit weaker than normal. Her hands slid up his chest, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling her shorter frame closer to him as he pulled her to him as well. Her eyes fluttered closed and she did not even care that his hands told her he wanted something else than what the kiss was doing. No one was around. She was already getting a little riled herself, and well, she did not care. She quite liked his touch upon her right now.
 
A low growl escaped his throat, as she put her arms around his neck, he slipped his hand slowly higher fingers massaging her thigh as they slipped higher, and moved to her inner thigh until his fingers brushed against her lacy black underwear. Above he deepened the kiss further, forcing his tongue past her lips, claiming her mouth as his as his tongue brushed over hers. The hand resting on her waist moved higher slipping under her shirt and around to the front moving over her flat stomach and upward to cup on of her breasts, giving it a single rough squeeze, working the soft flesh in his fingers, though her bra remained on for the moment. As he continued on his own arousal grew and created a bulge in the loose pants he wore, due to the their height difference it pressed against her stomach.

Releasing her breast he slipped his hand back out of her shirt, and used it to help lower her to the ground, breaking the kiss to plant more hard kisses and teasing bites down her throat as he moved to straddle her, vanishing his pants as an after thought, and leaving him bare from the waist down as he moved over her, hands wandering and exploring her body.
 
The woman looked up at the man, feeling her heart already racing to get out of her chest. Her whole form was turning into goo, and she did not know how to handle any of that right now. She truly had never had the sensations that she felt before. At least, not to this extent. She let out a gentle moan to his traveling hands, her arms tightened around his neck as she did so. Her nails lightly pressed against the back of his neck, trying to not scream what was on her mind. Apparently, losing her virginity made her all the hornier than she ever would have been in her past. Normally, a kiss would not do much to her. While she had not had a man dare to let his hands wander. She was pretty sure that was not a big reason for why she just wanted to tell him to take her now.

Luckily, she did not have to say anything. She was on her back, looking up at the man now and soon feeling his lips upon her neck. A soft gap pulled into her throat and her eyes fluttered closed. Her slender hands fell from his back and rested beside her on the ground, pressing her fingers into the earth to truly try and contain herself. So far, nothing was working as she hoped it would, but she knew eventually the inevitable would happen and she would be the putty that the other could mold to what ever he wished. Her hips pressed up and against him, the woman not even fully realizing her actions and not caring much either. She really badly wanted him, but she was far too stubborn to say so. Besides, he seemed to like his bit of foreplay, so why take away his fun? She was enjoying his touch as it was. Her hands lifted, resting upon the side of his hips and holding him to her. She had said this time she would be willing, she had not realize the extent of that statement though.
 
He was enjoying toying with her, foreplay as some called it, it brought him some satisfaction to see her moaning and gasping from just his touch. Another soft growl came from him as he moved lower biting a bit harder at the place where her neck joined her shoulder. His fingers slipped under underwear and slipped the thin cloth down around her knees. Bringing his hand back up he toyed with the ring still piercing her clit, even as he slipped a finger between her lower lips. His other hand continued wandering her body, massaging her breasts as it passed over them, but not concentrating on that specifically. Continuing to tease at the bitten area, for a moment before he moved back up to claim her lips again.

He was enjoying this greatly though he had done little to sate his own arousal, it was always one of his favorite things to reduce his partner to wordless pleasure before he even really began, normally this was a technique for breaking his victims... but here it took on a whole other meaning teasing her, watching and listening to her shudders and gasps, watching her slim body move beneath him, he wanted her badly, to fill her again.. but he was patient.
 
Ignoring her emotions to feel pleasure definitely worked out how the elf wanted them to. True, she did not really have an option in whether or not she would be having sex, but she did not protest at all. Rather, she completely and utterly turned to a euphoric, moaning, bottle of goo, yet still managed to be an active participant; rolling her hips with his, grinding against the demon, and letting her natural instincts kick in â?? even going as far to wrap her legs around him while he lifted her to lead the way into the castle for their second round. She had the best of times, but was even more exhausted than the first time they went at it. More exhausted, more injuries, and she was out like a light once he showed he was done with her.

Lying beside the man in his bed, Lonodiel had not completely realized that she was in his bed when she first began to wake up. Bleary eyes blinked a few times and slowly, she pushed her form up from the mattress, her elbows being the things keeping her chest up. Her eyes fluttered closed for a few moments, and soon her body fell back to where it had been. She was so tired. Last night had been out of this world for the inexperienced elf. She did not know what was different by much, but all she knew was that if that was what being willing would get her, she would not protest anymore. Well, not as much really. She could never stop her verbal sparring, but that was just her personality.
 
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