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Blind Faith [Temara]

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There was a faint intake of breath as he said his name, although it was not followed by another with the name of her home. She'd never known it or even it's name. She'd been far too young when Dainel had found her. Six but small enough to be mistaken for four. But Thomas was close enough to Toumas, and Thomas looked enough like her 'father' for it to be disconcerting. She reached up to her breast and fondled the infinity necklace that dangled beside her Falican pendant and stroked it thoughtfully. It was an odd coincidence, but as weird as the things she'd seen in the past year had been, being brought back from the dead wasn't one of them. It did serve to strengthen her fondness for her companion though and she stood up, and on impulse, kissed his cheek lightly before laughing. "A second one sounds perfect." Letting all of his other explanations just lay as he'd put them down. She was a bit trusting, but not as much as you'd think growing up with the Falicans. However, she did trust her own instincts.

She took a few seconds to go get another bottle for each of them and to recover her composure. Leaning against the counter, she had to frown and fan her face a little. She felt flushed. "Relax, calm down.." She tried to talk herself down, and even went so far as dropping a few ice cubes down her shirt and letting it melt. One thing the Falican knew, it was control. Even if their current High Priestess in Barton seemed to flaunt it. Shaking her head at the memory of the one time she'd met the woman, she shook out most of the dampness from her shirt and readjusted her pants to not fit quite so tightly and then headed back upstairs. "Brew incoming...."

And popped the bottle, sitting one before him and another for herself. "You seem to move about pretty well for a blind guy, if you don't mind me saying so. I can see your eyes are unfocused, but they are still clear. My brother was blind. He could kinda see with a bit of energy manipulation, but he wasn't that good last time I saw him." Frowning at the memory. It'd been far too many years since she'd seen her brother. She'd been told there wasn't even a grave for them. They hadn't even found the bodies. She only hoped they'd been dragged off for burial instead of wild animals getting them.
 
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His heart very nearly skipped a beat, but it came back easily enough. She carried on, as did he, though the effect on her was profound. She reached up, hand playing, and for a moment he very nearly took her to be playing with herself feeling safe in front of the blind man's gaze, before he realized the placement was wrong. Jewelry, perhaps. She'd had some once, he recalled. First a necklace of her her own, in the shape to mark her birth. If he recalled right, the Falicians also wore a necklace. Or perhaps it was a ring. He did not recall. She turned it aside though.

Yet, he hadn't really expected the heat he noticed, as she left. She was more than warm enough to suggest quite a bit of bother, and not all of it over her brother's name. He knew that the unowned women of the Eire could be very eager, but the play between her control and the heat seemed very odd. He raised a hand to the kiss, and smiled, letting his mind wonder with less control until she reappeared.

"Why thank you-"

Well then. She was still mostly warm, but for a few spots that had suspiciously cooled down without taking the rest with them- spots where he noted very cold water, if he felt it right. He graciously accepted the brew, sipping the top, but setting it down before she spoke much more.

"Thank you, I have had quite a bit of practice," and a few sentences later, "an invaluable skill, I'm sure."

She paused after that though. Long enough for him to think, and to worry. He'd had a chance to eat the better part of his meal while she was gone once more fetching the second round, but now his appetite for it seemed to dwindle. Toumas took another small drink, and then raised a hand- a bit tentatively touching her face, and stroking the cheek with a thumb. The skin was smooth and soft, subtle and yet slightly erotic. Perhaps the drink was getting to him as well, though for a blind man it was touch that was king in this area, well beyond what sight would have been. The sharpness of his other senses didn't help, the heat his time in her homeland had trained him to notice and pursue, the sounds in her breathing and voice, even though those were not so erotic and the moment, and even the smell of her. Each sense- but for taste, at the moment- engaged much more fully and in detail than might have been otherwise. His blindness did have some advantages.

"Do not be sad, my dear."
 
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Her head tilted into the palm of his hand, smiling, letting his thumb roam over her dimple. She took the comfort and the erotic hand in hand with no problem. "Just thinking about my family. It's been a while since I've seen them." It was wildly inappropriate, to be sure, but Kalin couldn't think of a good reason why that was a bad idea. Then again, she normally drank alone or made sure no one was home if she was going to go out and drink. It was a change from the normal. For her to let her walls down with a guest. Her head turned, the brilliant curls brushing against the skin of his hand as she pressed a small kiss to the base of the palm before shifting to nuzzle her cheek into it.

She felt it bubble up, and let a small yawn curl from her lips, followed by a small laugh. "I think if I took a bath right now, I'd end up falling asleep in it." And then another small kiss against his palm. The touch of another human was such a nice thing. The heat began curling throughout her body again, but this time there was less discomfort as she shifted in the seat.

"We should both get to bed..."
 
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He could feel the heat stirring in his own stomach, and loins, much as her own. The warmth of the alcohol also moved through him, and he knew desire and loneliness as well as anything, and the soft feel of skin on his. He'd grown much more used to that comfort, and the pleasures which came with it, though he'd been deprived for a several months of the finest of Eiere. He sat heavily against his leg- growing slightly. It was his own sister though, much as many parts of her seemed strange, new, after the long estrangement. Not by blood, and not known to him close enough to even gather a great feel for how she had really grown or changed, those years in the temple, until now. But even so, such thoughts...

He could control himself, it would not be so. But a small bit more companionship would do them each a world of good.

He could practically smell the heat he could "see" rising through her base, mixing tantalizingly with her perfumes and own scents, and the feel of her cheek, and the soft lips caressing his roughed palm. The musical sound of her voice as she turned toward him...

And he thought to himself, he did not wish her to go. Not just yet.

Toumas laid his other palm across her face, this one lower with the thumb beneath her chin, and raised her face up to his, leaning forward until his lips met hers. They moved slowly- sensually. He had learned more than a bit in such ways, and minus his eyes there was another realm there, learning their appearance, texture, shape, and the willingness behind them all very pointedly as the kiss moved in a slow, controlled passion, like a dance. Such a thing was not a sin.

And now, to combine to all the rest, he could add a taste.
 
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She'd been about to rise, to put some much needed distance between them when she felt the pressure underneath her chin and froze. Her eyes widened, almost as if in shock as she stared at him leaning in closer and was trying to remember why this was a bad idea. But at the press of his lips across hers, she softened, almost melting against him. Normally, this would be where she'd knock someone into next week. Instead, a shy little tongue darted out and slid across his lips as well as her own as she sought to moisten them as her own mouth went dry. The pert little corners of her lips curled into a smile as she smelled the sweet apple scent of the cider ale upon his breath.

One hand rose to press against his chest, sliding downward slowly, the touch of her hand on his bare skin sent her own hormones practically soaring into new heights and she pulled away from the kiss with a pounding heart and unsteady breath. Staring at him with her eyes wide, she unhinged her jaw a few times to speak but didn't manage any words. Had the air conditioning broke?

"I should...I need to...uh...water. Yeah, water. I'll be back." And if he let her escape; for escape would be exactly what it was, she'd run off to her own room.
 
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The tongue he felt, though his own remained a hair shyer, as she seemed to quickly lose her tension, but not to grow aggressive in the least. She was lost in something new, and confused, but not unhappy. The cider was trapped between them, a sweet and not unwelcome addition to the taste and smell moving between them, as he turned his head to one side and began to pull a lip gently between his own to get the taste-

She pulled away, but the kiss had lit a fire, kindled by her breath's easing into desire, the heat gathering between her legs in anticipation, the smell of excitement rising, and the little rising pulse he felt in her throat. The exploring, begging touch.

"Wait."

She tried to rise- but he grabbed a wrist pointedly, left remaining beneath her jawline. The word was as much a command as a heartfelt request, put pointedly without barking, to make her freeze. To make her calmly sit back down against him as he guided her.

"Sit."

She might not have been familiar with the ways of her home, but he had lived there, experienced enough there, to have begun to grow accustomed to them, acting the position a man commanded in the Eire without even thinking about the action.

"I want to see you."

He'd bring her down, pointedly making sure she was seated, and going nowhere. Slowly, carefully once that was finished, he raised the tips of his index and middle fingers over her face- tracing the outline from her neck to her hairline, other fingers reinforcing and following behind to trace her ears, coming to meet at the center atop her face, before they'd move downwards. Each tiny inch of flesh was studied painstakingly, dedicated to memory and formed into vision as he'd once been able to see, the forehead and temples, letting his fingers and a thumb get the shape of her nose, softly enough to not push it about any. Tracing out the feel of her cheeks again, soft and somewhat full. Fingers atop her eyelids, shutting them caringly and dedicating it to mind as he reminded himself what color eyes she'd have. Thumb following her jaw until it rested beneath her chin, as his fingertips on the right hand traced across her lips, finding the shape of them thoroughly, and then returning to the center, resting across the middle of them softly.

A sweet temptation.

"A beautiful face," he leaned in a little closer, bared chest slowly rising in excited breath, slowed mostly by his deliberate attitude and self control.
 
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The command, combined with the pressure against her chin had her sitting before she could even think to do so. Her eyelashes fluttered closed and as they opened again, she felt the wash of dizziness. "I..." She'd been about to protest something, but as his fingers caressed her face, she couldn't think of what it was to save her life. They fluttered closed again and she felt his fingers slide across her face in a gesture to gentle and caring that she couldn't help the words that slipped out next.

"Toumas..." and the tears slipped easily from her eyes. They had played this game so often, him going over her face as if to memorize every crease, line and curve. He'd told her he never wanted to forget how she looked. The dimples in each cheek, the curl of the cupid's bow that made up her lips, the caress of lashes against her cheek. With her eyes closed, it was so easy to go back to that moment, when she first fell in love with him. Her new family had been caring and loving, but she'd always felt the closest to Toumas. He protected her when his father was away, and they stood together when one or the other had gotten into mischief. She led him around until he'd figured out where everything was around their home.

It was when Thomas spoke that her eyes fluttered open, tears softly sliding down the curve of her cheek. "I'm sorry I wasn't there...", not even really seeing the man before her, but the man she thought Toumas might have been if he was still alive. She leaned forward, the heat mixing with the sorrow as she kissed first his jaw, along it, before pressing another heated kiss to his lips.
 
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His name ached in his chest, to hear, as she trembled so slightly and let him create a picture of her. She knew. Or remembered. Or both.

At first he didn't realize tears were there, until he heard the raggedness in her breath through the words. His hands moved, brushing the tears aside even as she leaned in, and his chest rose more sharply, leaning partly into her. He did not blame her for not being there, he did not hate her. All he had ever been was glad for that one mercy. Glad that he had kept his sister when the rest had been taken. The single grace that might have been what saved him in the following months. But he could not say it. Only show the thought. Her kisses of affection returned to his lips, and it turned from rain to fire, and Toumas felt it rise up with him as well.

Hand upon her face, he kissed back, hungry, but not greedy just yet. Enough force to take her mind from the regret to him, but not enough to entirely rush the vulnerable girl.

Lips pushed to lips, pressed them, one head turning aside and a lip pulled between his own, tugged gently between teeth with a hiss of breath, biting just hard enough to produce a little pain, a little sound. His tongue peeked out; tasting her lips, and demanding deeper, he started by forcing that inside. And once it was inside, he took all the taste he could, dancing with hers, feeling the gums about her teeth and exploring thoroughly, all the more curious, sensual and probing for the bit that sight could not provide him. He held her hair in a hand, holding her head to his while he felt the curls and textures, but his other hand was curious as well. Fueled by the alcohol perhaps, it wanted to see more of her.

The fingers traced down the center of her throat for now, very pointedly and controlling, but soon they'd come to her collar. A gentle hand traced one breast first, not groping as so many did, but like an artist examining a shape, for the time being, on one side before the other.
 
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Her breath hitched as his free hand curled around her breast, exploring the generous curves. When thinking about her looks, she'd always considered herself rather plain because her idea of beauty had been Toumas' mother. Thin, delicate, tall, dark skin and hair. Everything Kalin was not. She knew she had appeal, but they didn't match her own standards.

Her mouth felt dry, and as if his were the water to quench the fire that burned. But it was the thought of water that brought her to her senses, and she jerked away from him. "I'm sorry! I shouldn't have..." And it was just that as she jumped up and fled to her room.
 
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The heat was overwhelming his senses. To a degree, he wondered if he judgement might have been too, but while he didn't feel so deep in thought as he sometimes could be, it felt, at least at this moment, as if he was less lost for it. He felt like he had a clarity of thought, and purpose, though he might realize on the morrow how much of that was the alcohol slowing it all down. It made it hard to focus on anything but what was right in front of you, and that seemed to be exactly what he'd been missing up until now. Even so, she resisted yet again, and the instinct he'd developed in his time off Gaia came to the forefront- the vast part of his sexual experience was caught up in the Eire, and there a woman was to obey, not resist, and a woman without a mark of ownership was as good as his, should he desire her. Toumas desired her, right now.

And he'd never felt the Falician jewelry less a sign of ownership.

She jumped up, and once more he stopped her- this time more sharply and less gently as he grabbed his sister about the waist and over the shoulder, pulling her forcefully back against him and putting a hand over her throat possessively, not quite cupping the chin, but keeping her head raised. Standing straight, one against another it would become clear for the first time just how much taller he was. The short Kalin, around five feet, he towered over by over twelve inches, head well above hers, meaning her head was pushed back against the hard chest. And more than clearly feel the heated flesh hard against her back, pressing well above her rump.

"No. It is alright. Tonight's been too long in coming, Kalin. I can see how badly you've needed this."

Locking her chin up while his lips approached her ear, and the other hand moved down her stomach toward the center of the growing heat.

"How warm you've grown. I've missed you, for far too long."

In the morning, there would be doubt, regret. Wondering about what his thought process had been, how he could have made such an error or done something so wrong, how to rectify the situation, if it was sin or not. The old modesty and restraint, self doubt would haunt him. But nothing in him realized it in the moment. For now, Toumas dropped a hint about whom he was. He turned her head to face him- to look at his features and expression, to study it all, pale eyes focused in the general direction of hers. And then he kissed her, tracing the symbol from the necklace he'd given to her so long ago across her lips, pointedly, making sure nothing of the motion escaped her as he reminded them where they'd come from. Reminded them, and forced his fingers beneath the band of her pants in, atop the radiant heat.
 
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"Missed?"

But she didn't get much further than that before his lips sealed upon hers, possession and regard mixed up into one. She was a decent fighter, but this blind man still overpowered her, by ways she knew not. Even as she acknowledged the possession, tears still slipped through her eyes, drawn from the pain of her memories. This felt right, and yet her brain protested. From her earliest memories, she'd held Toumas close to her heart. He was who she thought of when she thought of love. The tears flowed freely even though she did not fight this man. Instead, she cried for what she had lost.

As his tongue traced her lips, a soft whimper of desire slipped through those lips so pertly bowed. Against his hand, her hips gyrated, pushing, thrusting against it, as if it would ease the ache that had built up. The motion also served to rub her generous backside against that part of him which hadn't rested since the healing. Her tight curls brushed over his chest as her hands reached down to his pants, gripping the material in them as her temperature spiked and a small noise of pleasure that could almost seem to be purring continued. "Ah~"
 
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He growled, desire tightening his throat much as it had his groin. He could feel the pointed motions of all that pent up instinct taking over, grinding through the thinner fabric of his pants against his shaft, which she'd in return feel as a hard ridge pressing to her. She purred and whimpered, grasping at the fabric of his pants and pulling it tight as even just the underside of his fingers, and the hardened palm of his hand began to get soaked from the frantic rubbing up against him. The tears bothered him as he felt them, but rather than stopping it all to gently wipe them away and explain, it seemed to encourage him more and more to the course of action. More aggressively he pressed the palm against her hips, following the motion, and pressed a single finger to her lips.

It pushed inside until it was sunken in up the to knuckle, exploring deep inside her while the underside of his knuckles pressed firmly above the clit, hand slowly growing more aggressive in it's motions, encouraged by her hip motion and sounds. Meanwhile the hand up higher opened up, allowing her throat a little room for motion as he bent enough to put his lips- and teeth- upon it, sensuously ravaging the flesh of the underside of her neck. It wasn't clear if he actually expected her to cum, but he'd gnaw, and even massage a breast while he fervently worked her virgin sex, even going to far as a second finger in time, until some sort of climax seemed to come to shake her.

Only then, he'd release the girl enough to turn her around, and yank her top off, however it was the thing came from her body.
 
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"Ah~h!"

It wouldn't take long. She'd been in heat without satisfaction since she was younger. Almost since right after she'd lost her family. Yet her control had been rigid. And like an oak tree that does not bend; when she broke, she broke fully. A tidal wave crashed down upon her mind as she tried to press against both his hand and the ridge pressing into her back simultaneously. The tears continued to fall, but the sorrow she felt from them was mixed perfectly with everything else and seemed so perfectly right.

"Toumas, please...", though what she was requesting was beyond her completely. It just seemed the perfect word as she came crashing over the edge, shattering her world into tiny pieces and leaving her incoherent as her body trembled against him. Feeling her body being jerked around, she gave no protest other than being torn away from him, her fingers clenching and un as she tried to keep a piece of him near. The tunic and undertunic came off easily, slipping over her head even as she fell back from him onto the bed, due to her own loss of balance. But at this point, she was far too far gone. Leaning back up, she grabbed at his pants and yanked him forward, not even for the moment, remembering his blindness. "Please!", she pleaded with him, her voice soft and dark, whispering of things she didn't even know.

As he came closer, she closed the distance bringing him a top her until her hips could grind against his. Even though her breasts were generous as the rest of her, she wore no bra under the tunic, but it had not harmed her at all. Dark areolas contrasted with the pale skin, already tightening painfully from the chill of the upstairs. The skin itself was soft to the touch, giving but firm underneath from developed muscles.
 
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There was a degree of satisfaction, of care even. A warm feeling to having brought her to such an edge, though there was no thought spared to any pride over how quickly. But now she knew a new kind of pleasure entirely- now she was beginning to be his. It was either too far, or perfect, that she seemed so completely gone and lost to it all, desperately clutching and begging incoherently. She tumbled readily, at this point having apparently transformed in those few moments from weeping and passively resisting to actively begging. Sprawled across the bed in a wanton fashion, all but spreading her legs and wriggling desperately. He'd known the instincts were there. He'd witnessed the same, to a much lesser degree.

She would have dragged him down was she able. He had to make sure a certain amount was clear though- this was about his wishes, not hers, though all the better if hers were fulfilled. That dominant assertion may not have been necessary through and through, but it was the nature of the beast. He might as well humor the notion.

The color and sight was nothing for him, beauty wasted on the blind man, but what he could see was colors rising from her body in a flurry as he set himself on hand and knee to the bed, bent over her while she wriggled and raised her hips to grind up against him. His hips pressed down, a hard ridge against her soft center, but he let her wriggled for that, and bent himself in half instead, bowing his back a bit tightly so he could reach the revealed breasts- lifting one atop a palm and setting his lips to it. They slid over smooth skin and found the nipple. Toumas' lips separated, drawing it inside, and felt the tightened bud carefully with his lips and tongue, testing the tightness, finding and noticing each bump as his tongue passed over. And then he began to suck, letting his teeth touch just barely, then scrape, then push, torturing her with a slow process of letting them on and fading back to suckling smoothly, all whilst massaging and squeezing the flesh within the breast atop his hand as he worked.

Until he was holding it between his teeth alone, and pulling it taut.
 
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"Ah...ah...ah!" Her body still vibrated from the first wave of pleasure that had almost knocked her off her feet. She was used to getting what she wanted, so as she was being frustrated, she looked up with eyes that moved away from being drowned in pleasure to attempting to get all sorted back out again. It was difficult as if she was trying to swim through the soup they'd just eaten. As the ridge pressed against her still clothed slit, she moved her pelvis back and forth, sliding along the outside of the length, sending another ripple through her.

"Ah--h--h---h", breath staggering as she felt thee warmth wash over her anew. Her hands fell away from him to clench at the bed, the texture of the rough material sinking into her brain. This wasn't right, no matter how good it felt. She had to...had to...

She wasn't sure why she was fighting, only that part of her brain was telling her to, when she put her hands up, pushing away from the bed to sink the heel of her hands into his collar and chest. "N--no~", her voice still hesitant. The weakness and submission in it disgusted her. She'd lived on her own for a year and had managed, against her own hormones and those of others who'd tried things with her. She could do this!

"N--o" Struggling to get each letter of the word out as she curled her legs up further, pushing her pelvis even further on him, in an attempt to get her feet upon his hips and to give her more leverage in order to push him off of her even as he pulled her nipple taut within his mouth, the 'no' ending on a loud tortured moan, her head falling back, deep panting breathes lifting her chest as she watched him like a wild animal with her body in his mouth. Her tiny hands curled into fists and she began to pound at his chest, though not nearly enough to push him away and she began to try and fight in earnest.
 
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He heard the words, but the registered dimly. Made him sad, in a small way. Roused anger and forceful need in another. She was his; it was not her place to say no. Such were the rules, such was the world. Simply not this one.

She started to fight and he noticed, growling and pushing back, trying to hold her down and keep tight as her legs worked, her hands pushed him back so he pulled more on the nipple, relentlessly playing with and gnawing at it right up until she collapsed back again, beating on him. She wasn't weak; he had a great advantage in the size difference, but if she'd fought smartly or gotten her feet in place she'd have been a very frustrating obstacle. He focused instead on not letting her properly mount such a defense, and stretched his body back out, using his weight to pin her tight to the bed beneath him. Her hands had been up and pounding at him and he grabbed at each, trying to yank them up past her head. His own was already beyond hers, showing the height difference yet again, as Toumas grabbed and struggled to pull one arm and then another up above her head until her arms were near straight, in the worst position to resist, and crossed them so he could grip each under a single hand.

His hips still rocked on occasion, pinning hers down and sliding the hard length across the wet slit, through each of their clothes. She would be able to watch, but likely find herself near helpless as he ripped his belt off and away with one hand, removing the last thing securing his pants firmly up on him, and moved to wrap it about her wrists- twisting and wrapping and notching until he'd found a way to make it hold them locked together.
 
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Why am I not screaming? She wondered even as she struggled with the bigger man, her fists pounding on his chest. As he pressed his full weight into her, sliding the feet past the point where they could grip into his hips, she flailed uselessly. But she knew the answer. You should never fear someone with more skill then you, but you should respect them at this, this man had more skill than she and she could only watch in a stunned wonder while she almost pointlessly struggled how he used that power.

The hands went up and she lost everything but her feet leverage. It was counter intuitive, but it just might...

Wrapping her legs around his waist, she made it more difficult for him to undo his belt as she beat his back with the heels of her feet, her voice still silent even as her eyes glared at him accusingly. She knew he couldn't see, which made her feel better and more frustrated. She'd been blindsided by a blind man. Yet, the pounding of her feet into his back also pressed the rigidity of him into her warm slit. Somehow she was just as aroused if not more so at the moment than she'd been before.

But eventually the belt came off and Kalin found her hands tied. How had that happened?

With him that high against her body, she felt the hot length of him against her and finally a noise was made, of pained desire. A whimper of frustration as she ground against him. She'd never have a case in a court of law about rape, that much was for sure. Why had she put poster beds in the guest rooms again. If he managed to get the belt locked around one of the headboards edgings, there'd be no way she could escape. Her struggles continued, the motions serving to drag her own pants further down, revealing a small what appeared to be a brand or birthmark down at her hip level.
 
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She was making the effort very difficult. Eventually the belt was removed, however, and it happened all the same. Toumas was deliberate in one step after another toward his goal, and he had the physical strength to overwhelm her in a match of direct force; Kalin had squandered her opportunities. That was what this was now. And with her arms mostly removed from play, there was even less chance to resist. He wanted this now, but he could force patience. One hand sinking into the mattress to support himself, he grabbed at an ankle and tried to pull her legs away from him. That was one place he was not going to win a fight, however, one of his limbs against both of her legs, unless she gave in for whatever reason.

But was that even fighting anymore? She was no longer refusing, just making sounds that seemed as much eager as anything else, though there certainly were a few things else, and she moved against him as if she wanted him within. Her pants might have been low, but like this he could hardly take them all the way off. His own would be trouble enough like this.

Instead Toumas planted his other palm into the bed, and raised his hips, lifting hers with.

Suddenly they dropped, pressing forward as he slammed them forcibly into the bed. Teeth clenched he groaned through the experience, and raised them to repeat it over, and over, slamming himself against her hard. While perhaps the pounding would help soften her grip, it also was meant to weaken her in a more insidious way. After all, each time he fell it would make for an exceptionally hard thrust of his ridge against her slit. If her pants were a thinner material, something without a zipper to worry about, he half considered just ripping them open, but eventually he was bound to crack that shell- and then he could yank her ankles up and apart so he could start dragging her pants down below her knees.
 
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"AH!" She screamed then, but then from the sheer surprise of the force of his pelvis thrusting against hers in a way that should have been painful. It really should have. But instead, just built the excitement in her, after the first time, her legs instead gripped onto his waist, so the beating of her feet ceased. But she had very powerful thighs and they were gripping him as tightly as he likely wanted her to be gripping other parts.

Luckily for him though, she was wearing practice garb as she was prone to do. Thin material, cheap and easy to replace in case of the common rips that abounded. There was no zipper, just a simple elastic waistband. She kept tugging at her wrists, and her breath was coming in ragged gasps now, the pheromones practically dripping off her body as her body temperature rose and rose. It took several times, but eventually her entire body began to shiver and tremble as she let loose another scream as her body peaked again, her legs gripping him even tighter as she screamed her release and then collapsed beneath him, her legs dangling off the edge of the bed, weak and almost numb.
 
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The moistness soaked through her garments- the motion might not have been coupling, but it came similarly intense and violent, and ended much the same. She came, and he could feel the motion vibrate through her muscles, smell the sex heavy off her even though they'd yet to begin in earnest. It didn't even take the scream to let him know, but as she did he kissed her throat, and then her lips while she collapsed limp. His teeth were strangely involved in each process.

Had he not been to her home world, it would have been hard to fathom something so similar to rape- perhaps it was- could cause a woman to gush so. But this violent claiming was what her body, instincts, had certainly been demanding for years. In the end, those minds that were not already welcoming came around.

He ripped her pants wide, and yanked them down about her knees before Toumas rose, and gripped her wrists. As if it were a caring, gentle grace, he put a hand to her sex as well, pushing her forward to the head of the bed with one hand and dragging with another, until he had connected it to the bed post as well. Now, he took one last, large gulp of the cider, emptying his second bottle, and stood. His own pants dropped, and likewise there wasn't anything underneath; only his manhood. Toumas was tall, past three inches over six feet, dark skinned, and broad in the shoulders. His cock reflected those dimensions. Filled with blood it was even darker than the rest of his deeply shaded skin, as he climbed onto the bed and lifted the weakened legs up into the air removing the last of Kalin's pants, one leg first before laying it across one of his shoulders, then the other. Midnight beside the day of her milky skin, and at this point likely looked monstrous to the tiny, perhaps scared girl as the dark head brushed across her lips. Large he was, but not impossibly so, and small she might have been, but not to much to learn to take it, love it, given some time.

Her name floated almost dreamily from his lips with the smell of alcohol as he leaned down, causing her feet to sprawl up toward the headboard.

Kissed her tenderly; drove the full of his shaft into her mercilessly.
 
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A he pushed against her sex, using it to lift and push her, she whimpered again, looking up at him with almost total adoration that she never would have understood had she been watching from the outside. "Please..." She cried softly, tears still streaming down her face but if she was crying for him to stop or to continue was unclear. She moved sluggishly, as if drugged, her responses slowly, but all the more powerful despite it. Her head fell to the side, watching him as he finished disrobing. Her own nudity strangely distant in her mind as she watched the large member spring taut against his stomach, an answering whimper her only portrayal of fear.

Her muscles ached in ways she wasn't used to in the least, so as they were lifted, she tried to weakly protest. "No...don't.." She felt her mind was in a fog and her hips felt like it was burning, and yet it was all some distant pain. However, the angle would give Toumas the perfect view of the birthmark on her hip before he drove into her, it was the infinity symbol, although faint. In his time away, he'd have known how all the woman who were bound and had some magical abilities had a variation of the brand that was reinforced and did not need a real branding. It seemed that someone had already partially claimed her. But as he breached her maidenhead and she screamed from both the force and the sudden burning of the brand, she began flailing about again, struggling against even as she cried out in pleasure, the scream being captured only by the tender kiss.
 
RE: Blind Faith

He'd thought he'd seen it, but he could not be sure-

His thoughts were swept up by the rather powerful interruptions, the feel of the her insides stretching to encompass him, the barrier, and her screams against his lips. No, that... that was a maidenhead he'd just broken, was it not? The mark lit up, burning bright enough for him to clearly see the shape of it against the multi-colored design of the heat flowing beneath her skin. The mark was burning, as he staked his claim, but it was not the first time it had signed itself into her skin. The angle was perfect, and so he pressed in. Most of his shaft had forced its way within all at once, and now he ground his hips to accomplish the last little bits, until his his was wedged firmly against her rear. His lips pressed harder to hers as he did, jealousy bubbling up. She had been a virgin before, surely, and yet she seemed marked. Had she perhaps gone down on someone?

"Who had you?"

His lips did not press quite so much as to bruise, but he worked them hard before he removed his own to put the question to her.

"Who marked you?"

The jealousy was clear, and the concern. Not in a soft, loving way. Big brother was upset now, and his hips raised and pistoned down again, not violently ramming her, but pumping in and out, pulling against the tight flesh and breaking it in with the abuse. She was likely wet, from all the enjoyment mixed in her displeasure before, but if she wasn't wet enough it would hopefully come soon, for the sake of both of them.
 
RE: Blind Faith

Thrashing about on the bed, she was practically incoherent as he pushed into her with such force as to illicite another scream. Later, he'd find it odd that the house seemed to have no issue with the pain he was causing her; once he found out of course. She screamed again, tears flowing down her face as he wedged himself within. It seemed so overwhelming. But as he practically barked a question at her, her glazed eyes tried to focus on him, but she didn't understand the question at all. "I...don't..." She whimpered against his lips, her entire body's nerves on fire, seemingly to convulse around that one spot on her body that shealthed him. She was just wet enough for him to be blissful and her to be in exquisite pain.

"I...don't...." She managed to pant out even as she came again. She really did seem to enjoy the pain. The worse it got, the harder and more she came, until she was thickly coating his entire length and crying out, her legs coming back up to wrap around his back, engaging him in the psuedo-rape, hips grinding and pushing him deeper and deeper even as she continued crying out, wave after wave of pleasure wrapping over her. She was becoming incoherent, even as her skin softened and pliable for him.
 
RE: Blind Faith

She didn't know.

She probably didn't even know what he was talking about. She'd never been to her home, and likely had never cared to think of another place as a possible home, when she'd had Dainel's family there for her. She'd had him there for her. Now Kalin would always have him there to give her a home, and safety- and have him within her whenever he pleased. And sooner or later he'd found out who had intruded on what was his, and so precious.

Still, her little pussy served him well even whilst the rest of her seemed some various degrees of not quite agreeing or confused. With each thrust he felt it grow more willing, more eager, lathering blood and lubricant across him so he could easier penetrate her again. She looked so sensitive, overwhelmed by his taking her. Perhaps he should not have been, but Toumas was genuinely surprised as, deep in pain, she came yet again. And kept coming. Encouraged by it, and made hungrier, he growled in his frustration at the lack of available answer, and in pleasure, and continued. But as it drew longer, and harder, he thrust harder, faster, growing into that violent pounding, almost alike the one he'd delivered her earlier through their pants as she tried to wrap the legs thrown over his shoulders around him, clamping them down on his back as if afraid he might run away now. So tight, so beautifully moving and squeezing. He clamped one hand around the base of her neck from behind, pushing on the bed with the other- all the stabalization he could get to claim her harder and faster.

It was difficult not to use her as a thing for his pleasure when such seemed to melt her into a state of such overwhelming bliss as to block out all else. Just as, for the moment, she belonged.

Could have been seconds, more likely a few short minutes, but for all he could tell it was hours, as he violently made her his, until he was as lost in the moment and her bliss as she was, making the bed bounce and scream violently beneath them. The protests were overruled, ignored in the glory of his passion. The orgasm only seemed to grow and extend through her to almost an absurd degree, it seemed, as fire gathered and tightened in his own loins, the tight white slit wrapped around his dark length doing its work with feverish dedication. He even leaned back, sacrificing the strength to pump with the utmost speed his body seemed capable of, splattering bits of red and white moisture from her across the sheets, until a wave struck him.

"-mine at last, Kay-" he broke in with a fracture of a coherent thought, announcing the approaching end. Falling forward yet again, he gripped her hair tight in both hands- pulling her bead back to expose the full of her neck, which his teeth eagerly sought out as some hold against he storm.

"KALIN--"

Her abused body would be ricocheted off the bed with the worst of what he could deliver only twice more, and then the glory of the white fire filled him, and the flood was let loose. Teeth clenched, his end became eager and overwhelmed sound, lost in the bliss of both the great moment, the first step of completing her claiming, and the orgasm itself, as Toumas' body emptied mass after mass of steaming cum within her depths; the final thrust stayed at her very deepest point, his hips violently grinding forward and backward to milk out hte most of the stupefying moment.
 
RE: Blind Faith

As he slammed into her that final time, the crescendo within her swelled and washed over her again, her nails digging into the belt as she screamed a primal scream for yet another release that gripped onto him and refused to let him go. Her entire body trembling and shaking into overwired nerve fry leaving her a whimpering mess. But even as he rolled off to her side so as to not crush her, her battered and bruised body moved instinctively to curl into his side, tears streaming down her face. The interesting thing he'd find though as the seconds ticked by was the faint soft light at the edges of his 'vision' that touched him lightly on the body, healing his own bumps and bruises, revitalizing him even as she cried into him.

The hard part was that he'd also find himself sobering up rather abruptly even as the tinier girl cried beside him. But despite the pain and pleasure he'd brought her, she was curled up against him as if seeking him for comfort. Much like a weak kitten or child.
 
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