Second Rebellion (Morathor and Mash)

[Morathor]

Everyone knew you didn't go into the Veilwood, because everyone knew there was no coming out of the Veilwood.

Few dared even to live near the Veilwood; the dark magic that cursed the forest did not end at the treeline. But, there were those who wanted to study the curse, or who had use of the strange fauna that grew in the moors just shy of the forest's edge. Some simply weren't welcome anywhere else. Whatever their reasons, they accepted the risks, and endured the isolation.

And with so few people living near the Veilwood, there was no one around on a cold, foggy morning when a man walked out of the forest. He was tall and gaunt; his clothes were faded and tattered, his face hidden behind a tangle of long black hair. And yet, as battered and weary as he looked, he strode with confidence and purpose across the moors. It was only as he approached a small cottage that he began to hobble, stumbling forward like a man on death's door. He reached up to the door and knocked, striking it only once with his fist before his legs seemed to give out and he fell against the wood with a heavy thud. He wheezed loudly as he leaned against the door. "Help..." he croaked.

 

[Khaos]

Sarah was one of the few people who dared to live as closely to the Veilwood as anyone who wasn't insane would do. As an herbalist, a sorceress, a witch...or whatever the inhabitants from the closest village dared to call her, she needed to collect as many, varied plants as she could. All for the sake of improving her magic, as well as her healing potions. She wasn't especially devoted to the dark arts, no. If witches existed, she'd be called a "light" or a "good" witch. One who had focused on worshipping nature and letting it guide her path, rather than cursing it and trying her best to twist it at her own pleasure. There were also that kind of witches, even if she had yet to meet one herself. And, truth be told, she did hope she never had to meet one in person, for as long as she lived.

However, her peace was soon interrupted one morning by an strange, as well as unexpected, guest. The young woman had just came back from a small visit to the nearby and surrounding woods. Living on a small, wooden cottage she herself had built. All for the sake of escaping the many insults and demeaning looks she had managed to obtain from those she had once called "neighbors". She didn't particularly mind it, though. Solitude had proved to be far more...comforting, bringing her a peace of mind she had never thought she'd achieve. Until...she heard someone knocking on her door. Something...she wasn't all that used to.

At first, she thought it to be her mind playing her a trick. Her imagination running wild, probably a hint of an inner desire of hers to interact with another human being. No matter how much she tried to deny it. However, words followed that single knock. Help...Someone was...in need. Someone had just...fallen in front of her door...asking for help. Was that...even possible? Of course she couldn't believe it until she actually opened the door...and found him. A young man with raven hair had just collapsed, right in front of her small place. And he...seemed to need help, no matter what. "H-Hey! Hey, can you hear me?!" Sarah rushed to his side. Wrapping her own neck with an arm of his as she somehow managed to help him stand up and guide him all the way to her own room.

"Don't worry, everything'll be all right. I...I'll help you out, okay? You're safe now." The young witch finally said, helping him rest on top of her own bed. Then, right after that, she rushed towards the kitchen. Hurriedly preparing a healing potion that would, at least, be able to keep the man alive, at least at the moment, and then went back to the room in question. Sitting right next to the bed as she softly slapped the man's face. Not enough to inflict any damage, but hopefully enough to wake him up again. "Can you...hear me? I need you to drink this. Don't worry, it'll make you feel better in no time. Just, please...drink it." She finally pleaded, hoping the man had enough energies to drink what she was offering as she held her breath. Simply waiting to see the man's reaction while her free hand held the small, wooden cup with the steamy liquids inside of it.

 

[Morathor]

Artur let himself be gathered up and carried in. Or rather, he picked himself up, doing his utmost to let her feel like she was the one lifting him, so she would not realize that he was heavier than he looked. That what appeared at a glance to be malnourished, emaciated limbs were in fact dense with lean, wiry muscle. He wanted her off-guard; there was no one here to rescue her, but a woman did not live this close to the Veilwood if she was completely defenseless.

Besides, it had been so long since he had known a gentle touch, known kindness. He wished to savor it--a moment of selfishness, before he set to his work. So, he opened his eyes as she slapped at his face, and sat up with a great display of effort to accept the offered potion. For a moment, he wondered if he should drink it; he was worried about how her magic would react with that which permeated his flesh and bones. But as different as her magic seemed from his, from his mistress', it all drew from the same source. She lived by the Veilwood to harness its power; she simply hadn't gone as deeply as Artur had.

He ran a hand through his hair, parting it enough to expose his face. As battered as he appeared, his beautiful features were still quite visible beneath the dirk that caked his pale skin. He took the cup from her--letting his fingers linger against her skin just a bit too long, gauging her reaction before pulling away--and drank. He coughed and sputtered as he forced it down; the taste was foul, but not unfamiliar. And it was bracing, a jolt of energy meant to bring one back from the brink of death. Too strong, perhaps, for a man in good health; his heart might not have survived such a surge of vitality. But Artur had spent seven years with one foot in the grave, and the vigor that surged through him now would soon need an outlet.

Soon. Not yet. He could restrain himself from throwing himself at the girl for a few moments more. "Thank you," he croaked. "Who are you?" He knew, of course. Or at least, he knew everything important. His mistress had her ways of learning what went on beyond the forest--ways she had never taught him, telling him only what she thought he would need, and making him pay for every word of it. Artur knew the woman's trade, her age, her habits. He knew she had been driven from civilization, he knew there would be no one around to save her.

He did not know the name of the woman he was about to ruin.

 

[Khaos]

A deep sigh of relief escaped her delicate, thin lips upon seeing the man was finally reacting. That didn't prevent a surprised gasp from leaving the depths of her throat when she felt that warm touch against her own pale, and even somewhat colder, skin. Pale cheeks flushing darkly as she simply averted her gaze and fooled around with a pair of thin, straight strands of hair. Carefully hiding them behind one of her ears as she, thus, showed her scarce experience regarding any sort of interaction with other human beings she could have. Nonetheless, a quite relieved expression spread all over her face as the man not only reacted but even started drinking of the healing potion she had just crafted. Even going as far as to thank her as Sarah grabbed the empty cup and simply held it with both hands.

"There's no need to thank me, young man." The herbalist simply said, smiling gently at him once she finally glanced back at him again. That even if she wasn't exactly sure of how old the man in question could be. Whatever the case, he didn't seem to be too old, at least to her. "After all, you were the one asking for help, right?" Sarah simply commented. Standing up again and putting the now empty cup away. Fixing some parts of her dark dress that had gotten some wrinkles on it, before she heard the man's next words. Her expression visibly darkened right there and then, the woman even turning around for a second. "I'm...no one, really. Just a lone woman living in a small cottage. But, if what you wanted to know was my name...I'm Sarah."

After she said that, the young witch finally turned to glance at the man in question. Offering him a quite wide, honest smile as she then tilted her head. Visibly staring at him with a quite curious expression. "What about you? What's...your name, if I may ask?" She finally said. Of course she also wanted to know where he came from or how he had gotten those wounds on himself. But...it'd just be rude of her to simply ask before even knowing his name...right? Although it wasn't as if she'd force the poor male to reveal anything he didn't wanted to share, either. She was curious but not to that extent. Besides...she just wasn't like that, after all. She wanted to preserve life, not to threaten it. Even less if the only prize or goal was to obtain some unimportant information from a random traveler in need.

 

[Morathor]

He noted her reaction to his lingering touch. She was clearly unused to company. To companionship. Easy... too easy... For a moment, he wondered if he could be gentle with her. Charm her, seduce her. This sweet, innocent girl didn't deserve what he was going to do to her.

But he was still going to do it.

"My name..." Artur pressed a hand to his head. He lurched to his feet, feigning unsteadiness. He staggered towards her, his towering form casting a shadow over her. "I'm no one, just like you..." He reached up, stroking her cheek gently with long, smooth fingers.

Behind her, his shadow began to darken and pool. Where the darkness was deepest, it began to rise up off the floor, solidifying into black tendrils. But, hopefully, Sarah wouldn't notice them. Not until it was too late. Not with Artur's hand on her face, his thumb under her chin, tilting her head back. Not when he was leaning towards her, lips parted for a kiss.

 

[Khaos]

Her breathing became more and more heated the closer that man got to her. It had been, almost literally, ages since she had interacted with another human being, let alone a man. She wasn’t sure of what to do, how to react to the handsome male’s advances. Part of her screamed at her to pull back, to run away. After all, she didn’t know a thing about that alluring stranger. He hadn’t even revealed his name yet.

However, no matter how dangerous it did seem to her…she just couldn’t move. Sarah simply flinched. Staring up at him, gasping deeply when her own chin was held and prompted to lift. Her whole mind focused entirely, and solely, on the taller man now standing in front of her. Completely ignoring and, of course, far from noticing the weird movements and shapes the shadow behind her was taking at that moment.

“I see…it seems we’re two birds of a feather then…?” The woman’s soft tone echoed through the room as her trembling lips timidly parted. As if eager to welcome the supposedly upcoming kiss while she let herself get carried away by the moment. “I still…haven’t heard your name though, young traveler…” She simply muttered. Already closing her eyes and openly allowing the man to do as he pleased to her. Guard lowering down as she simply stepped slightly closer towards him, holding her breath and prepared for what was supposed to be her first kiss ever…

Of course without having the slightest idea of the quite imminent danger that was about to befall upon her at any given minute, all thanks to that mysterious man she had so easily allowed inside her own home. If there was one to blame, it was probably her and her own innocence. Nothing else.

 

[Morathor]

Too easy...

His kiss was gentle, at first. He moved his lips gently against hers, caressing her cheek. Then he slipped his hand down, around to the back of her head, and pulled her up and in--a sudden surge of strength lifting her onto her toes as the touch of his lips became hungry, drinking her in. His other arm slipped around her waist and he pulled Sarah tight against him, relishing the warmth and softness of her slender, delicate form.

He enjoyed it for as long as he could. Her beauty, her innocence, her acquiescence. Once more, he considered the possibility--he could be gentle with her. Dismiss the tentacles, bed her like a man and not a monster. He doubted she would decline him, as enraptured of his touch as she was. And she would enjoy it, and be his all the same.

But Artur had not survived these past seven years only to hesitate now. To risk that he was misreading her, that she would change her mind. When you gave people a choice, they could choose to betray you. So he would take that away from her. He would take everything away from her.

The shadowy tendrils looped around her wrists, pulling her arms behind her, trying to drag her down even as Artur continued to pull her up into his fierce, passionate kiss. Even as she seemed on the verge of having her shoulders dislocated, smaller wisps of shadow broke off from the full tendril, coiling around her fingers and splaying them painfully. They did not quite break her hands, but it was a near thing. As far as Artur could tell, the girl worked her magic through the use of herbs, and there was nothing she could do with her hands or words to stop him now. But just in case, he would still her fingers and hold her tongue.

 

[Khaos]

Sarah let herself get caught in the moment. As touch deprived as she was, she could hardly hold herself back. The urge of feeling another person's warm mouth and body that close to her. The need to be claimed, to feel loved. Artur, even if they had just met, was already giving her all of that. Even when his movements became wilder, his mouth hungrily devouring hers, his arm around her waist, preventing her from moving away...all of that made her feel pure bliss. Arousal still building up inside of her as she tried to follow and keep his pace. Her own mouth opening steadily wider, as if to welcome those hungry and possessive movements of his. Her own hands aiming to wrap around his body while she moaned against his mouth, her own tongue wrestling and dancing around his as she sucked that sweet mouth...

That sweet, overly pleasant, dream quickly turned into the worst of her nightmares though. She couldn't even yell when she felt a soft yet tight grip around her hands. Something pulling her back, aiming to throw her against the floor. Her eyes grew steadily wider as a panicked expression appeared all over her face. Shaking her head as she helplessly tried to turn around and see what it was what was now tightly wrapped around her own arms...yet Artur's tight grip around her upper body wouldn't just allow her to. She was trapped now, feeling as if her arms would break while those coiling things pulled them towards the floor, and Artur pulled the rest of her body towards the opposite direction, towards himself.

"Nnngh....mmmmgh....nnngh....!" She tried to scream, to ask for help even...that without remembering those two, Sarah herself and Artur, were the only humans that were around the area. The crushing pain quickly overwhelmed her upper limbs though, that tight, painful touch spreading through her fingers as she felt as if they were about to get crushed, to the point both flesh and bone would end up breaking from the whole experience. Tears quickly welled up in her eyes as she shook her face even harder, trying now to get rid from Artur's overly possessive mouth and grip as her eyes and mouth trembled the tighter that cold presence wrapped itself around both her hands and arms. "Mmmgh...leave me....gggh...w-why...!" Nothing but muffled sounds kept escaping through her throat.

That while the woman's hazel eyes remained locked on Artur's face. A mixed of fear, anger and pain appearing all over her face as she stood still, unable to move as she'd want to while closing her eyes, trying her beast to bear with the overwhelming pain. Her arms even grew numb from the pressure as Sarah's muffled grunts and groans grew louder, cursing herself as she couldn't help but wonder who that man actually was and what could he possibly want from her. One thing she was sure of: she wouldn't get unscathed of all of that. That...if the man was kind enough of leaving her alive to tell the tale, of course.

 

[Morathor]

With her hands secured, the coiling tendrils of shadow snaked their way up Sarah's arms. As they reached her shoulders, they began to split again, spreading across her body to bind her in various ways. Tentacles wrapped around her chest and stomach, while others circled her throat, choking her even as Artur smothered her with his relentless kiss. As tentacles crawled along Sarah's cheeks, he finally pulled away from her, only for the shadowy tendrils to slither into her mouth from the sides, holding her jaw open while stifling any cries, however fruitless they may have been.

The pressure that seemed to be tearing her apart lessened somewhat as Artur let her go, letting the tendrils drag her down to her knees. The coils around her torso kept her back arched, and the ones around her neck, under her chin, and clinging to her face tilted her head back, so she could only look up at the man assaulting her with this dark magic as he reached down to once again stroke her cheek.

"For whatever it's worth," he murmured, his fingers trailing down her neck and across her collarbone, "I am sorry." His fingers reached the neckline of her dress, and he tore away a vast stretch of cloth, exposing her breasts. In the same breath, tentacles wound their way around the soft mounds in figure eights, even as Artur began to stroke and knead her pale flesh.

 

[Khaos]

The woman couldn't help but squirming within those shadowy tendrils grip. Her jaw, face, arms and whole body overall shaking and trembling quite vividly while tears kept running down her face. Her mouth moved, lips parting right after the kiss was over, to catch her breath. Then, some words tried forming in her mouth, only to be interrupted by those tendrils overwhelming her whole figure and now especially her mouth. The herbalist tried even biting on them, only to see how her efforts proved to be entirely futileas the man did, quite literally, as he pleased with her.

Her whole body rendered unable to move, quite completely, as any sound that attempted to escape her mouth was muffled by those thin shadows forcing her mouth to remain widely, and quite uncomfortably, open. To the point it even started hurting the affected joints. Although...that was, of course, the last thing the young woman was thinking about at that moment. A quite intense coughing fit then had her whole body convulsing again when her throat was freed from the quite tight grip. The woman still trying to catch her breath as she then was driven to her knees, loud screams and whimpers filling the room as she then was forced into a position where she could stare at Artur and only at the man himself.

"A-AHH!" Sarah's voice finally came out of her mouth without anything interrupting it. More out of fear than actual pain as the clothes covering her chest were ripped apart. Her breasts bouncing heavily in return, right before a tight grip was tormenting her soft, sensitive flesh again. Tears stopped rolling down her eyes for a second as Sarah's sharp glare turned back to the man in question. Muffled moans escaping through the depths of her throat as Artur kept groping and touching her breasts with little to no delicacy at all. "W-Why....ngh...a-ah...?!" She finally muttered. Eyes trembling and fluttering while soft tingles spread through her whole figure from her abused breasts. "Why...are you doing this...ngh...mmmaah-ahhh..!"

 

[Morathor]

"Because I have to," Artur replied. "Because you are needed. For a greater purpose than..." He let go of her breast to gesture towards the contents of her cottage. He looked down at her, squirming and crying, and sighed. "Ah, Sarah..."

He knelt down, settling his knees on either side of hers. He reached up to stroke her face. "Perhaps I have been too cruel. I don't enjoy it, you know." The tendrils slithered away from her mouth, and loosened their grip on her fingers. "But you can. You can't stop this, Sarah, so try to enjoy it."

The tendrils that wound their way down Sarah's torso found her hips, then her thighs. They slithered between her legs, sliding against her groin in opposite directions.

 

[Khaos]

Sarah could do nothing but try to glance at whatever the man, Artur, was gesturing at. Her cottage, her only real possession...what had that to do with anything, really? Whatever that man was trying to accomplish had nothing to do with her. Especially if his goal was as big and important as Artur claimed it was. They were two strangers who had just met. So...what the hell could she be needed for?

A deep sigh of clear relief escaped through her mouth once it was freed from the improvised gag. The woman's body unconsciously relaxing as the overwhelmingly tight grip loosened up all around her. "I...I don't get it. What could you possibly need me for? You don't even know me, do you?" She finally inquired. Nothing but confusion and fear spreading through her whole face as she stared at him, her eyes trembling a bit even, as if to show how scared she was.

If nothing else, it was clear she was trying her best to avoid getting the man mad at her, under any circumstance. That'd only make things worse for her, that much she was certain of. "There's no way...you know there's no way I can enjoy this, do you? Artur...this is not..what I wanted. T-This..." Yet before she could even finished, she felt those sticky tendrils going lower and lower down her figure.

Aiming for a concrete area she wasn't all that happy to have ravaged at the moment. At least not in such a fashion. "Wait no...no, please. Don't...please...stop. Just...stop!" As Sarah suddenly exclaimed that, shaking her head as her body started struggling against the aforementioned tendrils again, she aimed as hardly as she could to close and stick her legs together. Trying everything she could to prevent such slippery limbs from reaching the intimate parts they were aiming for, as she could already guess what they'd do once they reached her virgin womanhood.

That was not what she had had in mind whenever she thought about her first time having sex. Then again, they often said first times weren't as sweet, smooth and lovely as most people thought they were...right?

 

[Morathor]

As Sarah pressed her legs together, trying to keep the tentacles away from her groin, she succeeded only in gripping them with her thighs, holding them tighter against her womanhood. But, despite her fears, they did not seem to be in any hurry to penetrate her. They were merely grinding, back and forth, across the lips of her pussy.

She was screaming, begging for him to stop, and as tragic as her fate was, Artur couldn't escape the satisfaction of knowing that soon she would beg him never to stop. He continued to stroke her tear-stained cheek, his voice and his touch ever so gentle. "Shhhhhhhh shh shh shh sh sh." He shook his head. "There's no stopping this, Sarah. I am going. To fuck you. But I will let you decide one thing."

He put his hands on her shoulders, pushing her down to the ground even as he pushed himself up. He looked down at her, his long hair hanging in her face. "I don't need you to enjoy this, Sarah." As he spoke, tentacles began to coil around her ankles, coiling their way up and around her calfs and knees. "I can just... get it over with, if you'd rather." The tentacles pried her legs apart, leaving her spread out on the ground beneath him. The dark tendrils that had been teasing her pussy now spread her lips wide for him.

"Or, we can take our time. You can try to enjoy yourself. I know you say you can't, but you'd be surprised." His face clouded over and his voice took on an edge. "When you lose control of your life, you find pleasure where you can. And I can show you such pleasure, Sarah, if you'll let me." He slipped his hand from her shoulder to her breast, delicately pinching the nipple. "Flesh wants what it wants, and your body is screaming for the touch of a man. If you can find it in yourself to let go, to stop fighting yourself, you may find some small respite."

 

[Khaos]

The friction such slippery limbs caused against her more than sensitive labia sent jolts all over her restrained figure. Sarah's head tilted backwards a bit, her cheeks growing redder and redder as soft whines echoed through her whole throat. No matter how hard she tried to deny it, it was a fact her inexperienced vagina was melting against the touch. To the point she even let her trembling thighs part a little, leaving now more than enough room for the tendrils to reach their target. By now, not even the faint, lingering pain of her arms and hands could distract her from all the new experiences she was being gifted with.

The incessant begging coming quickly to a stop as the young woman now was way too busy trying to muffle her own sounds, she could hardly pay attention to anything else at that moment. That didn't prevent a quite loud scream to escape from her mouth when she was pushed against the ground. Her whole body falling inevitably and colliding against it with a loud thud as she blinked in surprise. Scared eyes staring up at the man above her, finding herself admiring the beauty of that otherwise fearful face of his. It might have to do with her lack of experience, but at that moment, the situation didn't appear as bad as it probably was...or was going to be.

Instead of replying though, the herbalist simply closed her eyes and stopped resisting. Easing the tension her highs were putting up to prevent such tentacles from ravaging her, allowing them to go all the way inside of her...or whatever it was Artur intended to do next. And simply let Artur do as he pleased, tears running down her cheeks. At that point, all she wanted was to avoid any upcoming pain, in case she even could. Especially since it seemed there was no way out of that mess, at least not with her current abilities. Even if she was more powerful, she saw it difficult to overpower that man anyways, so...

"Just...please...don't hurt me." That was all she said before she gazed up at him again with pleading eyes. Thinking that was a perfectly understandable response, the best way she could find to convey her feelings about that huge mess, as she gasped deeply. Faint tingles already spreading from her bare womanhood, merely from feeling that somewhat cold breeze brushing against her exposed parts. As she then simply braced herself for whatever was going to happen next. Hoping her lack of resistance would help Artur act in a more merciful way...in case said option was even available and his words were true.

 

[Morathor]

"Good girl," he breathed. As she stopped fighting them, the tentacles responded by giving her slack. They no longer strained her arms or fingers to the edge of breaking, though she still was not given the freedom to move them--even with her apparent surrender, he wasn't taking any chances. The tentacles around her legs loosened, though the ones pressed up against her pussy resumed their grinding and caressing, teasing her relentlessly, and the tentacles that coiled around her breasts squeezed all the tighter. But perhaps the most relief she was given was that the tentacle slipped away from her neck, letting her breathe freely as Artur massaged her abused throat.

"I'll be gentle," he murmured, his hand trailing down from her breast and over her stomach. He reached her groin, and once again the tentacles pried her labia apart as he began to work his fingers into her, grinding and tickling the inside of her passage. He looped his hand around to the back of her neck and pulled her up into a kiss as his thumb dug through her folds and found her clit.

 

[Khaos]

She couldn't help the somewhat intense coughing fit that overwhelmed her whole body as soon as that thick tendril coiling around her neck finally let her go. It was indeed a relief, far more than the now far softer grip around both her hands, fingers and legs. It did allow her some freedom to enjoy the experience, at least to some extent. Sarah's lewd, louder and louder screams, moans and groans echoing through the whole room as her trembling legs spread and pushed themselves together while her own womahood grinded faster and tighter against the teasing limbs.

"Mmmh...a-ahh...ngh...!" Nothing but mere, vague sounds escaped from her plump lips as her breasts were fondled, bouncing softly in response, while Artur started lowering his hand through Sarah's whole, curvy figure. Despite everything, she did love the caresses and surprisingly gentle touches. Her body arching against that touch, as if unconsciously wanting to give the man even more room to work with...until her eyes opened suddenly upon feeling those digits prying inside her virgin, tight walls. However, all the foreplay those tentacles had gifted her with made her folds so wet already it wasn't really that much of a challenge for Artur to have his fingers entering inside of her, eventually finding her small, twitching sex button with ease.

"Mmmhh!! T-There....! A-Ah...i-it feels...good...!" Sarah finds herself exclaiming all of the sudden as tingling waves overwhelm her whole figure when that small area is brushed by those skilled fingers of his. Her legs moving up and down, left and right as her waist sways faster and faster while her entire body begged for more.

 

[Morathor]

As much as he pitied her, Artur couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction, of pride, as Sarah melted beneath his touch. He'd spent many years honing these techniques, the skills of his tongue and fingers, and of the tendrils he conjured up from his shadow. And as much as he'd hated it, there was still a pride in his accomplishment.

Not that he could take all the credit. Sarah was a far easier mark than he'd ever anticipated. She was a natural whore, if ever one had walked this earth, but she was innocent. Touch-starved. She had betrayed her nature for so long that it betrayed her at the most meager of opportunities. Artur was beginning to regret being so harsh with her. It would have been child's play to seduce her, overwhelm her token protests with a few teasing fingers, and make her his before she had any idea what was really going on.

"Good," he cooed. "Good girl. And you thought you wouldn't enjoy yourself." Even as she began to thrash around, he followed her, thrusting his fingers deeper and deeper as he toyed with her clit. "But this is hardly enough, is it?"

Tendrils that had released her legs now mad their way to Artur's, pulling down his tattered pants while leaving his hands free to roam and ravage her body. When he was bare down to the knees, he shifted and laid his cock across her groin. It had been twisted to meet his teacher's needs over the years, and now it was as long as her forearm and nearly as thick, ridged with dark veins that ground against Sarah's labia as he rocked his hips. "Don't you want more?"

 

[Khaos]

Sarah's eyes rolled deeper and deeper inside her skull as she melted, even almost quite literally, against those touches and caresses. The warm tingles, the faint pleasure already building up inside her wetter and wetter walls, the arousal making her crave for more....all of that proved to be far too overwhelming way too soon. She stopped muffling her sounds, simply tilting back her head and closing tightly her eyes. Screaming, moaning and whimpering louder and louder the deeper Artur's fingers got inside of her. Her inner walls squeezing those digits each time the man brushed against her small, sex button, which brought even louder groans to fill the room from the overwhelmed virgin's quite dry throat.

Then, things started getting even "more interesting". Hazel eyes fluttered open upon hearing the man's next words. Right on time to see that huge, thick and overly long member brushing and rubbing against her quite sensitive groin. Part of her dreaded it, wondering how it'd exactly fit inside of her without causing any pain...that in case such a thing was even possible. But, on the other hand...she was incredibly curious. Wondering how that would feel inside of her, what it would feel like to get ravaged by such a monster of a cock..."I...ah....ngh....mmmmgh...I w-want....want...m-more....please...!" Sarah finally gave in, especially since it wasn't as if she had any other choice in the matter, either.

Her own hips moving to grind against that throbbing and twitching organ, her lower figure pressing more and more tightly against that veiny cock, as if pleading for Artur to get as deeply inside of her already as he possibly could.

 

[Morathor]

"Then you shall have it."

Artur pulled his fingers out of her and took hold of his cock, smearing her juices along it as he angled it against the lips of her pussy. With a jerk, he parted those lips and plowed into her--several inches all at once, meeting no resistance from her well lubricated passage. Her hymen would not have slowed him down at all, save that he chose to stop there, stretching it slightly with the head, giving her but a moment to brace herself before tearing through that barrier and burying himself another several inches deeper into her.

He let go of his shaft, giving her clit one last flick with his thumbnail as he ran his hands up her body and settled them on her shoulders. He pushed her against the ground, and once she was braced firmly, thrust again, this time pounding the head of his cock roughly against her cervix. Finally he let out a gasping breath as he held there, leaving her to feel it filling her, the veins all but pulsing against her innards. To let her acclimate to the overwhelming sensation, and to the cock that would rule her life from this day on.

 

[Khaos]

Sarah felt the need to scream as soon as that thick meat started forcing her insides apart. Stretching her otherwise inexperienced walls to the limit as a somewhat intense pain started overwhelming her lower figure as a result. Of course no one said it wouldn't hurt, especially given how big Artur was, but it still caught her off guard. To the point a surprised, sudden scream filled the whole room right after Artur started forcing himself inside of her. Head tilting back as Sarah closed her eyes, gritting her teeth while her limbs struggled somewhat harder against the restraints holding her in place.

However, as her folds kept swallowing that throbbing organ, her own juices, especially the wetter her vagina became, started lubricating Artur's cock. Making the whole thing far more enjoyable for her as that sudden pain started becoming into a faint feeling of numb pleasure. Sarah let out quite deep gasps, enduring everything as best as she could, opening her eyes again and staring down at the man moving deeper and deeper inside of her. Chest heaving deeply as a thin thread of saliva already fell down the corners of her lips while her face felt hotter, brushing darker and darker the more Artur kept going.

"Ah!"

A surprised whimper escaped through her lips once she was pushed backwards, her back colliding softly against the floor as her vagina stretched out even more. Being filled with Artur's whole length as she felt how the thick member throbbed vividly inside of her. "Ah...i-it feels...g-good...ah...ah...m-more...please..!" She complained right when the man stopped moving. Which was right when everything was starting to feel even better to her, her own hips bouncing heavily on the floor, as if begging the man for more while trying to rub herself against that massive length of his.

 

[Morathor]

Artur couldn't help but laugh as Sarah writhed beneath him, shaking her hips and begging for more. He'd barely gotten started, and already she was this needy. She'd surrendered to her fate--or rather, she'd accepted her nature. As twisted as it was, she might come out of all of this a happier woman. She certainly wouldn't be lonely anymore.

Artur drew his hips back, almost pulling out--and just as he'd given her time to process the sensation of his cock buried deep into her, now he gave her time to dwell on the emptiness he left behind. Then, once he was satisfied she understood how hollow she could feel, he rocked forward, filling her again.

He was enjoying himself more than he would have liked to admit. He was trying to stay focused. Trying to keep the mission above all else. This was all for a greater purpose. But... fuck it felt good. To fuck a woman who wasn't using him, judging him. Sarah was no less demanding than his teacher these past seven years, but for once he was in control. He was confident. And he was only slightly ashamed to admit how much he loved it.

Twice more he drew back and let his absence linger before plunging his cock back into her. He battered roughly against her cervix with every thrust. Then, satisfied he had toyed with her enough, he began to rock his hips in a more steady pace, not pulling out nearly as far but pounding into her with just as much force.

 

[Khaos]

A deep gasp then escaped through her thin lips as soon as she felt the emptiness the lack of Artur's cock left inside of her. It did make her feel somewhat hollow, indeed. As if there was something really important, something she truly needed, missing. Her hips swayed right and left, gaze lifting to lock against Artur's eyes with quite intense, pleading vibes spreading all over her pale features. "P-Please...put it...inside of me again...ngh...I-I can't-!" Yet before she could even finish the sentence, she found herself convulsing again when Artur started thrusting against her again. Her whole body trembling in pleasure, back arching as her hands seeked for the thick, dark tendrils, as if desperate to have something to hold to.

After that, quite loud moans would fill the room everytime the friction between Sarah's womanhood and Artur's organ spread such intense jolts of pleasure all over her vulnerable figure. Sarah's body squirmed, writhed and convulsed. Hips swaying right and left, up and down as she rocked them harder and faster each time. Matching Artur's pace as her quite lewd sounds started echoing louder and louder each time their bodies collided. "A-Artur...ah...ah....aaah...I-I'm about to...mmmmgh...a-ah...n-ngh...AAAHHHH!!" Sarah's body suddenly stopped. Convulsing yet once more, but this time far more vividly, as her inner walls wrapped around the man's cock quite tightly all of the sudden.

Squeezing Artur's lengh as if she was trying her best to milk every single drop of semen from that hardened rod, while her own liquids squirted out of her insides. Soaking her thighs and stomach as they bathed Artur's own figure as well...inevitably.