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TenderAggression
Planetoid
- Joined
- Jan 25, 2019
Enough was enough.
Composure was a tool for another night. Today, he would abide by her wishes. The soft moan that escaped her lips was a corrupting chorus that tore at the very fringes of his sanity.
He could feel her every tremble, hear the echo of her heartbeat as she pressed her chest against his. The way she nuzzled and nipped at his features, like a jaguar cub before a great wolf, only served to stir his needs further.
No more. No more holding back. He was Alynthi.
As if a dam were bursting, arcane energy surged in a shockwave that cracked the ground beneath, leaving a crater in solid hardwood. His hair danced and floated, as if suspended underwater, and his eyes gleamed with intent.
He grabbed her by the throat, enough to lift her off the ground, but careful not to restrict too much air, lest he cause her harm.
"You dare to hide yourself from the one who owns you?" His voice was fierce now, like a Rakasha in the throes of death rage. Immense heat radiated from his fingers, incinerating her robe until nothing but ash and cinder remained.
This display was both of power and control. Duke's lethality and fearsome reputation came not only from raw, awesome power, but pinpoint control, like a Taleigh Duelist with his rapier. The flames did not scar or burn Hollis, though intense, teasing flame licked her skin, under her arms and her inner thighs.
"You may burn bright now, little one, but ask for snow, and you shall recieve hail."
Throwing her small form over his shoulder, he strode down the halls to her room. The paintings shifted and warped, now replacing their decadent actors with Duke and Hollis instead, the faces of the young ascendant warped in unimaginable bliss and orgasmic pain.
Each step he made left a footprint of flame, purple fire dancing on red carpet. He approached the doors to her room, and will a single glance cast them open, revealing the moonlit bed which would be her altar of sacrifice to the Dark Prince.
His own Chambers would be a reward the young princess would earn.
He flung her onto the bed as he approached, and gestured twice, branding two sigils on the bed posts closest to the two of them. Slowly, eldtritch tentacles, complete with suction cups and slick with seawater, emerged, wrapping themselves around her wrists and raising her arms above her head.
Hollis was chained now like a virgin offering to seashore leviathans, suspended such that she could not quite sit, but could kneel, arms held up in surrender, exposing all for him to see.
"This. This is how you offer yourself to me. You will address me as Master until stated otherwise, am I clear?"
Composure was a tool for another night. Today, he would abide by her wishes. The soft moan that escaped her lips was a corrupting chorus that tore at the very fringes of his sanity.
He could feel her every tremble, hear the echo of her heartbeat as she pressed her chest against his. The way she nuzzled and nipped at his features, like a jaguar cub before a great wolf, only served to stir his needs further.
No more. No more holding back. He was Alynthi.
As if a dam were bursting, arcane energy surged in a shockwave that cracked the ground beneath, leaving a crater in solid hardwood. His hair danced and floated, as if suspended underwater, and his eyes gleamed with intent.
He grabbed her by the throat, enough to lift her off the ground, but careful not to restrict too much air, lest he cause her harm.
"You dare to hide yourself from the one who owns you?" His voice was fierce now, like a Rakasha in the throes of death rage. Immense heat radiated from his fingers, incinerating her robe until nothing but ash and cinder remained.
This display was both of power and control. Duke's lethality and fearsome reputation came not only from raw, awesome power, but pinpoint control, like a Taleigh Duelist with his rapier. The flames did not scar or burn Hollis, though intense, teasing flame licked her skin, under her arms and her inner thighs.
"You may burn bright now, little one, but ask for snow, and you shall recieve hail."
Throwing her small form over his shoulder, he strode down the halls to her room. The paintings shifted and warped, now replacing their decadent actors with Duke and Hollis instead, the faces of the young ascendant warped in unimaginable bliss and orgasmic pain.
Each step he made left a footprint of flame, purple fire dancing on red carpet. He approached the doors to her room, and will a single glance cast them open, revealing the moonlit bed which would be her altar of sacrifice to the Dark Prince.
His own Chambers would be a reward the young princess would earn.
He flung her onto the bed as he approached, and gestured twice, branding two sigils on the bed posts closest to the two of them. Slowly, eldtritch tentacles, complete with suction cups and slick with seawater, emerged, wrapping themselves around her wrists and raising her arms above her head.
Hollis was chained now like a virgin offering to seashore leviathans, suspended such that she could not quite sit, but could kneel, arms held up in surrender, exposing all for him to see.
"This. This is how you offer yourself to me. You will address me as Master until stated otherwise, am I clear?"
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