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Beg Me, and Love it (gray x nurse)

Seeing her comply with his urging, he felt himself growing nearer to his peak. Pleased with her performance, he decided to relent for now, knowing not to press his advantage to far. Pulling out of her mouth and helping her to his level once more, he quickly and suddenly lowered his hand to her thighs, leaning her, pinning her against the tree as he did, pulling them up to allow even more perfect access to her pussy. Grinning and leaning forward, he nibbled lightly at her ear, murmuring light moans into it.

Then, with a sudden surge of desire, he thrust himself into her, aided both by her saliva and the wetness of her womanhood, thrusting far and deep withing her. At the same time, his lips met with her own, kissing her with a quick and fast building passion of hunger, wanting, desiring, needing her as he sped his pace, hand bouncing her along his length as he pushed in and out.
 
She giggled softly when he nibbled at her ear, wriggling against him anxiously. She gasped and held her breath for a moment when he thrust himself into her, sighing a long moan a moment after. She shuddered and wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him in closer to her as he bounced her up and down on him.

His sudden passionate kiss was surprising but welcome. She kissed him back just as passionately, her arms going around his neck again to hold him tightly. He was thrusting in and out of her so quickly that her arousal was peaking rapidly. She wriggled more as she felt her climax drawing near.
 
Moaning into her lips as he felt his own peak closing in, he increased the speed of his thrust, hitting to her far and deep. As he came nearer, one hand left her upheld legs and moved across her body, toying with her clit, pinching at her breasts, and roaming across her waist. Finally, as he felt her fold closing harder around him, he let out a louder moan, breaking the kiss momentarily as he came.

Filling her with his seed, his eyes went through the glazed look of pleasure as he let his forehead move down and lean against hers riding out the feeling as he throbbed within her, lips brushing over her own ever so lightly.
 
She came at the exact same time he did, her hips bucking up into his. Her eyes squeezed shut as her muscles squeezed him, her finger nails digging into his neck a little. She smiled softly when he pressed his forehead against hers. In her country that was a sign of deep affection. It may not be in his, but she was going to feel that every time he did it. She pressed hers back against him and actively kissed him.

She breathed heavily as they both came down from the orgasm high, her chest heaving quickly. She finally opened her eyes and smiled broadly at him, all of her previous angst gone.
 
A loose smile dotting his face, Ein took a moment to stay like that with her, admittedly tired and worn from the intense act. Regaining himself, he allowed himself a small measure of gratitude for the moment, the stress from the days political actives gone for now. Finally, he righted himself, and took a single step back from her, ending the kiss at last and taking a moment to cloth himself once more, handing her the discarded garment she had let fall when they had began.

"Feeling better now?" He asked, a small amused smirk upon his face. She certainly seemed less tense now, which he counted as a good thing, all the better to let her ease ever more into her situation.
 
Her cheeks were already flushed from the heat of their actions, but an obvious blush grew over her face. She redressed herself sheepishly and nodded, "Yes..." but that was all she said. She didn't really know what else to say on the matter. She had been angry, he had touched her, and it was gone.

She began to follow him back towards the castle. She looked up at the sky, it was growing dark. She sighed with content and stretched her arms out in front of her. Elsa glanced at Ein from the side quickly, trying to be sly about it. For a moment she thought that she should just give in to him entirely. What was the use in fighting anyway, she never won.
 
In truth, Ein didn't catch her glance quick enough to do anything about it that wouldn't look too delayed to be prompt, so he simply continued to smile, taking a moment even to stop and smelt a small bunch of flower that seemed particularly interesting. Finally, as they reached the castle once more, he thought through a small decision, and giving a quick look at Elsa, seeing she seemed to be thinking about something. He didn't want to disrupt any line of thought that may be leading them to another leap of progress to her submission.

Reaching the door, he opened it and allowed her in, trying to judge the expression upon her face and trying to make it seem as though the act were unconscious. Wondering if she were coming closer to another slip down into giving in.
 
Elsa walked back towards his room slowly, taking her time with her steps. She was deep in thought, almost completely out of this world and in another. Then she suddenly jolted out of it, looking up quickly. Her entire body tensed for a second in panic, and then she realized that there was nothing there to frighten her. She sighed again and relaxed her muscles, glancing back behind her to make sure he was following. When she saw him there a tiny small creeped onto her face.

She had to admit, even if only to herself, that she was growing attached to him. She loved when he was there with her, even if they were fighting. In fact, she sometimes liked fighting with him just so that he would grab her and hold on to her tightly. She wouldn't tell him that though. She turned away from him and walked a little faster towards his room.
 
Seeing the smile, Ein let his own spread a little more, keeping up after her as she moved faster. It seemed she was warming up to her life here. Perhaps he could try to press his luck with her in the future, wondering if perhaps it was tome to begin the second part of her breaking, but dismissing it, knowing he would know when the time came.

Reaching the room after her, and shutting the door after them, he stood there a moment, seeing the shackle upon the floor and wondering if it would be wise to put it back on, if only for the sake of the image, honestly believing she wouldn't run away even without it. Taking a seat on the bed, he decided to let the matter pass for know, watching her, thinking, and pondering what to do next. Finally, he decided to wait and let her make the next move.
 
Elsa, too, saw the shackle on the floor. She expected him to put it on her ankle again, and when he didn't, she was pleasantly surprised. She watched him as he moved through the room and sat on the bed and looked up to watch her. She looked from him to the shackle several times before advancing to the bed as well, sitting down next to him gingerly. She turned her head and looked at him carefully, trying to judge the emotion on his face.

"Hi," she said softly, tentatively. She wasn't exactly sure what to do next, or what he wanted her to do. She was feeling good right now and didn't want to ruin it. She was actually feel very submissive, though she wouldn't say that out loud as she didn't truly think she felt that way. If he asked her to do something though, chances are she'd probably do it.
 
Offering a smile in reply to her greeting, he nodded and turned his head away from her for a minute, before looking back to her. Tilting his head lightly to the side, he tried again to get a read on her. From what he gathered, he though he might be able to simple do as he liked, however, he wanted to be sure, but couldn't exactly figure out how to go about it.

Deciding to leave the shackle off for at least the res of the night, unless she was being.. difficult, he let himself stretch casually, ending up sitting right next to her in the shift, making it look unintentional. "Hello to you as well." He finally responded, grinning almost playfully.
 
"How are you?" she asked him, a little playfulness evident in her voice as well. She scooted herself back on the bed and laid down on it, rolling onto her side. She sighed softly, suddenly feeling a little weary from the day. She was by no means tired enough to sleep, but she thought it might be nice to rest awhile.

For some reason, she really wanted him to hold her. She wanted to be pressed up against him gently, her head nestled in the crook of his neck with his arms around her and her arms laying on his chest. She was yearning for that, but she would never ask for it. She would rather lay by herself like this than to have to ask him to hold her.
 
Seeing her lay back, he had the sudden feeling that she wanted something, and judging from what he knew of her, he pieced together a few ideas. Considering the question, he decided to give an answer that might allow him to figure out more about what it was she was seemingly wishing for.

"A little worn out I suppose, not overly much though." Giving a shrug with the words, he idly ran a fold of the fabric of her single piece garment through his fingers, deciding to take action if he couldn't find out in any case. Sitting there still, he turned his gaze to meet hers, holding it there for a long moment.
 
"Ohh. Well at least you're okay," she said softly and nodded slowly. Her cheeks flushed a little when he ran a fold of her garment through his fingers, it was almost like he was flirting with her. Then when he looked her in the eyes she almost lost her. Her cheeks turned and deeper red and she couldn't help but smile. She averted her eyes and fidgeted a little, but stayed silent.

She was feeling more and more mushy feelings towards him. His gaze gave her butterflies, his touch not only made her hot but it could also make her feel silly and shy. She didn't understand how she could feel this way towards him, he had kidnapped and raped her. But she did anyway.
 
Feeling he a good idea of it, he saw the blush on her face and smile wide. Taking his time, he continued to play with the cloth, finally letting his hand drop, right onto her thigh, as if by accident, as he spoke again. "Hmm, and what about you?" Asking the question, he made it sound innocent and harmless, but truthfully, he was trying to subtly press her, push her in this rare situation.

She seemed shy almost, rare for her, and also in a good mood without the aid of drugs, also rare. casually, he let his fingers move slowly on her thigh, still pretending not to notice their position. If he could get her to come to him, that would be fantastic, a most remarkable improvement, but it wasn't necessary, at least not yet.
 
"I'm good," she said softly, her face turning an even deeper red. Her heart fluttered when he put his hand on her thigh. "I'm really good," she said, modifying her statement a little bit. She curled her toes and pressed her two feet together nervously, playing footsie with herself like a shy little girl. She hesitated for a few moments, enjoying the feel of his fingers touching her thigh through the garment softly. She wanted to be next to him so badly, she wanted to be against him so badly, but she was afraid to make such a bold move like that.

Then she thought of a solution. If he told her to come lay next to him, she would. She could even pretend like it hadn't been a command from a master to a slave, like it had been a suggestion between two lovers. She glanced up at Ein's face again quickly and then away again. She finally gave in and inched towards him a little, but not too much.
 
Smiling as she made the reply, he decided to press the situation a little more, raising his hand up and down her thigh lightly, before finally pulling it away. Laying down upon the bed, his head propped up on one of the stray pillows, he cast a glance at her. Giving a sigh, but not one of anything except silly absurdity, he made a light motion for her to come to him. "Well, good then, why don't you come here." Offering her a smile before turning his gaze to the ceiling, legs letting themselves relax as he slipped the shoes from his feet.

Wondering if that would be enough to get her over, he waited, giving her time to act before he tried again. Underneath his act of calm, he was rather exited, believing this a good sign for her development.
 
She cheered a little inside her head when he told her to come to him, but she didn't move immediately. She didn't, after all, want to be too enthusiastic. She looked at him and then looked away, appearing to think about whether or not she was going to move. After a few moments she sat up and crawled over to him, laying down next to him but not pressing herself against him. She wasn't going to give in all the way, no matter how much she wanted to. She didn't want him to think he'd won her over, she knew that would only make him believe more that she was a pet and not a person.

She gazed up at him when she laid down next to him. Her garment had been pushed up her leg a little from her crawling, revealing most of her left leg and some of her right.
 
Seeing her gradually make her way to him, Ein couldn't help but give a small smirk, seeing the faint sighs that she likely really had wanted him to ask her this. As she lay down next to him, he bit his lip, suppressing another smile, before he let his hand move to stroke her revealed thigh, wondering if he could make her come to him while not drugged. It appeared as though he had slowly won over a great deal of her. However, this was only the first step, after getting her to become his of course, his plan was to turn her into what she seemed to fear becoming. A pet, a devoted servant who submitted absolutely to his will and bent under his thumb.

Smiling at that thought, he stroked a little high on her tender skin, feeling the heat of her flesh and seeming to stare absently into the ceiling.
 
She closed her eyes for a moment when he touches her exposed skin, sighing contentedly. She wanted to rest her, near to him, just like this. She just wanted to relax. But the more he stroked her thigh, the more she wanted to be pressed against him. He stroked higher and she felt a tiny spark ignite inside of her...he was arousing her. And so easily. It was almost pathetic that he could arouse her just by stroking her thigh.

She opened her eyes again and looked at him, seeing that he was just staring at the ceiling. She was suddenly jealous of the ceiling, she wanted him to be paying attention to her, not the ceiling. She bit her lip gently and thought for a moment. She didn't want to give in so easily (and she knew she was being easy)....but she wanted to be next to him. So, despite herself, she scooted closer to him, pressing her body up against his side. She rested her head on his shoulder lightly, one arm slinging across his chest.
 
Letting his grin spread over his face, Ein took a moment longer to consider the ceiling, and then turned his attention back to her, smiling in an amused sort of fashion, his hand still rubbing lightly over her thigh, although to increasing higher, as he had been before.

Giving a half shrug, he let his free hand stretch out and fall around her form, wondering if he should try anything more. Already he had made her go farther then he had expected, seeing the tell tale tint of heated red in her face, the light arousal. Yet he didn't move, not yet at least, only looked to her, multi-colored eyes piercing her own, hand still loosely on her thigh. Not for the first time, he wished he could tell what she was thinking, but then bit back the thought, after all, what would be the fun of that? No, this was better, much better by far, even if it was more complicated.
 
Elsa was both relieved and terrified that she had come to him like he wanted. She felt relieved because she was getting what she wanted, to be close to him, to feel his warmth. But it terrified her that she was giving in to him so easily. She knew that she wanted him, but she also knew that she wanted her freedom. She wanted to be her own person. Didn't she? Maybe not...

She heaved a great sigh and nuzzled into his shoulder, trying to ignore all of her thoughts. She was cuddling with him and she liked it, that was all that really mattered. She felt his hand inching higher on her thigh but she tried to ignore the butterflies that were swirling around in her stomach. She took a deep breath, hesitated for a moment, and then pressed her lips against his collarbone very lightly.
 
Time seemed to tick by at an ever slowing rate as they lay there, and Ein wondered if perhaps he should be doing something more, and was just about to do such a thing when he felt the soft press of her lips upon his shoulder. Smiling brightly at this sensation, he turned his head to look at her once more, leaning down and slowly pressing his own lip to her brow, his hand resting still on her thigh, finally climbed just high enough to pass over her womanhood, touching briefly on her navel before sliding down a little lower at a time.

Grinning in full, he let his free hand, wrapped around her as it was, lightly pull her closer, easing her into the motion, making sure not to press anything to suddenly. Perhaps later that would be fine, however, for now, this was the first time she had come to him without the aid of the drugs, and he intended not to spoil the chance.
 
Elsa's face turned an even deeper red when he pressed his lips to her brow. She loved when he was gentle like that, it made her really feel like she was supposed to be there with him. His mix of gentleness and dominance was definitely a winner with her, he'd grown to be able to manipulate her into almost anything. She sucked in a sharp breath when his finger drifted over her womanhood, her eyes flicking up to his.

Then when he pressed against it again and pulled her to him, she understood what he was doing. For the first time since they'd been together, even when she'd been drugged, she didn't hesitate to press her hips up to him again. She repeated the motion over and over, slowly and gently, but still, she was complying without resistance. She almost seemed eager.
 
Feeling the motion of her hips pressing up to him, Ein leaned down and kissed her lips, partly to hide the wide smile from his face. Pressed against her as such, he slowly let his free hand roam over her body, slowly up her legs, over her chest, through her hair, touching every part of her ever so lightly. In truth, he had grown to be quite fond of their time together, being both the most interesting, and most fun part of his day.

The hand over her sex slowly rubbed over it's surface, lightly letting a finger dip into her every now and then, toying with her clit from time to time as well, slowly raising the force of his strokes, lips kissing hers with increased hunger. The fact that she seemed almost more then willing without being drugged, pleased him, very much so, and he found himself lusting for her quite honestly.
 
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