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Journeys of a Demon's Daughter // Nobody x Cherubian //

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Verialyn slightly pursed her lips and gave a hint of an approving nod as she eyed the sizable genital presented for her inspection. "I can see why the ladies would not mind your company." Briefly one hand reached out, and the tips of her fingers lightly brushed along his length, feeling the warm soft skin before retreating again idly to her side.

She took a few moments pondering her options. At the sight of his manhood the slight tingling in her loins began to grow in intensity, and she knew she wanted something from him, from his dick. Wanted him to demonstrate, for sure, only she could not yet pin down exactly what. But she knew him licking her would not do. Buying time to think of something she innocently asked "Say, Dillen, when was the last time you have been with a woman out of your own choosing? Oh, and as long as I wear this" her right index finger pointed to the collar around her neck "please do not call me Mistress. That just does not fit." With a comforting smile she tried to soothe whatever worries this might cause him.
 
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The slave's smile grew slightly and became more confident, almost cocky as her fingers lightly brushed against him. The thick organ twitched slightly at her touch, continuing to steadily grow beneath her fingers. He seemed content to let his cock speak for itself, plainly expecting the next words out of her mouth to be some sort of order.

The question took him a little by surprise, and he hesitated before finally nodding. "Certainly, Misst-...miss," he finally settled on, seemingly uncomfortable at not using some form of honorific. There was a moment of silence before he finally spoke again, his words hesitant and halting as he attempted to honestly answer her question without speaking ill of his master. "I am friends with one of Master Quaric's personal maids. She has...difficulties performing some of her duties and...it helps her to be with someone...gentle." The implication, that Xorien was anything but gentle, remained completely unvoiced.
 
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Verialyn just nodded, poignantly reminded again whom she was working for, and why she had decided to end that arrangement. She quickly chased those thoughts away, though. Brooding would only worsen her mood, and not do her any good. Having a light hearted romp after that day, however, would.

And so her face brightened again and she grinned back at Dillen. "If you have trouble finding a way to adress me, how about using my name? I am Verialyn." Her hand reached out and lightly rested against his upper arm, a friendly gesture strangely devoid of any sensual innuendo, and her gaze became once more earnest as she looked him directly in the eyes. "It speaks for you that that girl can find comfort in your gentleness. However, gentleness is not what I am looking for right now, to the contrary I might prefer something matching my current state of dress."

"But only" she continued after a brief pause "if you are comfortable doing so. It will have no negative consequences for you if you refuse now." Surely that was a straneg thing to say to someone who had been trained as a slave for an extended period of time, and she was not sure for whom she was saying these words in the first place, him or herself. Hopefully that did not confuse the young man too much.
 
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Dillen nodded slightly as he was told to use her name, seemingly more at east now that he had been given direct permission to speak so casually. His eyes began to shine with anticipation when she continued, though they became slightly confused when she mentioned her current state of dress. Her 'state of dress' was nothing but a collar, and the only people who ever dressed that way were...Certainly there were freewomen, even noble women, who enjoyed being dominated by someone and there were slave girls who took far more pleasure in their tasks then others. But the men were always freemen, other nobles, slave owners who'd spent their lives being waited on hand and foot. For her to suggest, even in such a vague way, that a slave should do so to her...

The very notion made him almost certain that he would end up being severely punished before the night's end. And yet as the possibilities began to rise in his mind, his cock began to swell even faster.

"I believe I could provide something suitable," he finally said after a moment, a faint smirk appearing on his face.
 
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As Dillen paused to formulate his reply, to ponder the implications of what he had heard Verialyn herself was given to wondering whether she had stepped to far, caused him too much discomfort. She was about to speak up and retrace her request when his face finally brightened. It seemed he was not averse to the thought at all. Good.

"I am glad to hear that. Go ahead then, pound me nicely, and make sure we are done by the time dinner is ready." Then she remembered something else. "Oh, and you may ignore all my objections to your deeds from now on until I include the phrase "purple pimpernell" in it'. That clarified, she just smiled at him, now clearly anticipating what exactly he could come up with. Would the frustration pent up in years of servitude now find a way to be vented?
 
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Dillen nodded slightly, briefly bowing his head in submission once more before lust and anger flashed in his eyes, decades of repressed humiliation, rage and sorrow plainly visible within his gaze. His entire posture changed, the submissive slump to his shoulders and automatically downcast eyes vanishing as he stood tall and proud before her, a man finally released, however briefly, from the torment of his life.

"Shut up, whore," he demanded, the polite and measured tones of his voice replaced by an almost animal ferocity, his words punctuated by a flash of pain as he viciously slapped her massive breasts. The red mark of his hand upon her skin hadn't even faded before he had seized her, roughly mauling her tits with one hand while the other seized a fistful of her hair, jerking her head back to stare up at the ceiling. "You think you can give me terms? Tell me when to stop? You are nothing but meat now, and all I want to hear is your screams."

With what was almost a snarl he suddenly shoved her hard, sending her towards the bed. "Ass in the air, cunt," he demanded as he delivered a stinging spank to her taut cheeks. "Make yourself ready for your master's cock."
 
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Veriallyn could not suppress a somewhat stupid grin as she observed Dillen’s transformation into his new role. Her lower abdomen was already tingling with anticipation at what was to come, the uncertainty serving to heighten her growing arousal even further that the man’s now openly displayed carnal hunger already did. This looked to be great fun.

And she was not disappointed, although taken by surprise at first, a reflexive “Oww…” commenting his slap to her breast that sent them dancing and jiggling as a quick jolt of pain shot through her from where she had been hit. The sort of pain that brought pleasure in its wake.

When she finally landed face first on the bed, her nose dug in between folds of the soft silken covers she barely got a moment to catch her breath before another sting coming from her behind reminded her of what exactly she had brought upon herself. Had wanted to bring upon herself. And so she began to stir, to comply to his newest order. Her upper body continuing to lie flat on the bed, her stomach hugging the shets she pulled up her legs first until her knees were resting on the very edge of the bed, her lower legs sticking out into open air towards Dillen. Once she felt her hold was firm enough she began to push, her hips rising upwards, her nether region freely exposed as the upper thighs supporting it were still spread.

Her upper body, though, continued to rest on the sheets, merely her head turned to one side to ease her breathing as her arms were limply spread next to her.
 
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She could hear him moving as she slowly positioned herself, the turn of her head letting her see him briefly rummage around the corner where her belongings had been left. Yet any worries of theft were dispelled as he rose, one of the leather straps from her pack detached and in his hands. "So the cunt think she deserves to be fucked. What a stupid slut," her new 'master' growled as he approached, a brief whistling sound the only warning she had before the strap smacked into her vulnerable ass. "You think you can rule?" he demanded, the harsh crack of leather upon flesh echoing through room after every question. "You think you're worth something? Better because you say so? That your blood is worth more then mine?" Suddenly there were no words, only the leather's vicious sting as the blows fell.

At last the lashing stopped, a few of his quiet footsteps before the bed's mattress moved beneath her, a hand upon her ass and digging into the reddened flesh. "The strong rule the weak," he growled, something cold and metallic starting to press up against her lips. "And apparently I'm stronger then you, bitch."

With a rapid thrust the candlestick slammed into her pussy. The wide tip roughly stretched her tight cunt as he forced it in, the engravings and filigree upon its shaft forming a rough, hard texture upon her walls. "Take it," he snarled as he started to push it deeper, an occasional smack upon her cheeks forcing her to clench down upon it. "Not worthy to touch you? You're not worthy to fuck me, whore." The reality of the situation, the slave pleasuring his mistress as he was commanded, was slowly beginning to fade away in Dillen's mind; it was the chance to release his anger, and Verialyn was starting to become the only victim he would ever have.
 
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Now that was going far, very far. Too far? The pain was unusual in this quality as the leather strap descended with increasing intensity on her bare and unprotected behind, and from that pain a perverted form of pleasure was born that made Verialyn endure the degrading treatment, even find enjoyment in the unexpected twisted practice. But she also could sense that there was more than just mere acting in Dillen, that he was fueled by read ire finally giving an outlet to be vented and she was anxious she would have to forcefully end this prematurely should he go much further.

That worry was intensified as the metal implement was thrust forcefully into her wet tunnel, but for the moment it was drowned out by the massive influx of more pleasure and pain, making her utter an audible sound somewhere between a lustful moan and a complaining scream, barely contained in volume at the last moment. Her back tensed as her head reflexively jerked upwards only to slowly lower itself back onto the sheets, her teeth clenched and her eyes half closed. She had asked for this, now she was trying to see if she could take it. Especially since it was … not all bad.
 
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The candlestick was forced deeper and deeper into her, the metal rapidly becoming slick with her juices and beginning to slide more easily into her. "Scream, whore," the slave demanded as he began to twist the metal within her, every hard thrust punctuated by a slap upon her ass. "You think this is cruel? You have no idea what you rich fucks will do, what you whores think is fun," he snarled, the last word dripping with venom.

Suddenly both hands were upon her ass, shoving her roughly and forcing her to roll over onto her back. Dillen's calm and submissive expression was entirely gone, rage and lust shining in his eyes as he watched her beneath him. Roughly he seized one of her wrists and dragged it down to her cunt, to the candlestick sticking obscenely out of her. "Fuck yourself, bitch," he snarled, delivering a stinging strike to the side of her massive breasts. The blows continued, her tormentor relenting only when she took hold of the candlestick and began to plunge it into herself.

At last he advanced, his body shifting up until he was straddling her stomach with his thick cock resting between her breasts, one of his hands seizing a fistful of her hair and forcing it up until her lips brushed the tip of his cock. "Suck, cunt. You're nothing but a bitch for me to hurt now," he snarled, his other hand beginning to roughly maul her breasts, rubbing the soft flesh of her tits against his shaft.
 
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Verialyn became increasingly astonished as she beheld the beast she had awoken with her seemingly innocous request. All she had wanted was for him to pound into her in a slighty rougher manner than he would usually deem appropriate, but things had gone way beyond that. And so the main motivation for her keep continuing her participation was her curiosity to see more of that wounded creature, to learn of his suffering. What that knowledge would gain her she was not sure of yet, but then some of the things he did were fun.

Not so much having to fuck herself with that cold metal piece, if she wanted that she could have it without his assistance. The slaps on her tits, though, were a rare and surprisingly welcome variation, the stinging pain in her sensible flesh providing a surprisingly potent stimulation. At times like these she was amazed of the reactions her own body was capable of, and this was the reason why she had hesitated for so long to comply to his command.

Sticking to her plan her lips parted on his command, beginning to encompass the swollen head as the tip of her tongue made contact with the rough, pink skin for the first time. Meanwhile she looked up at him from under her eyebrows, her large eyes mustering him with a semblance of fear as she appeared to hope for a sign of approval from him.
 
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If the 'slave' she had become wanted approval from her 'master,' she was doomed to disappointment. No sooner had she begun to lap at the tip of his cock then he rapidly jerked her head forward, driving a few inches of himself into her mouth and groaning at the feel of her soft lips spread wide around him. "How's that feel?" he growled, releasing his grip on her hair only to have his hands fall upon her massive breasts, twisting the supple flesh beneath cruel fingers. "Think all poor girls are sluts? Think it's fun to force them into fucking anything that moves?"

His grip suddenly shifted to her sides, and with a surprising surge of strength he slid her entire body back several inches until the back of her head was propped up against the bed's headboard, forcing her to keep her mouth upon his cock and her eyes to stare up at him. "Not so fun now, is it?" he growled as his hands returned to her breasts. His hips began to move, driving his cock into her mouth even as he forced her breasts together, pinching and slapping the firm globes while he roughly fucked her tits.

"I'm going to make you pay for it," he whispered in a suddenly dark voice, his fingers digging into her flesh to the point of pain. Reason and logic seemed to have temporarily fled his eyes; she had seen this look before, seen it upon the faces of men who would stop at nothing to make those they hated suffer. "You will pay for what they did to her."
 
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If Dillen expected any reply from her this was not the way to get it. With her lips continually encircling his length there was no way Verialyn could utter anything but the most mufffled of sounds, and so she just stayed silent, assuming his questions were purely rhetoric, another way to vent his aggressions and justify his actions. Most of all for himself.

Her hand holding the candle stick, meanwhile, had slowed its movement. The pleasure she derived from invading herself with the cold metal was limited, and most of all her attention was bound elsewhere. It was focussed on the dark, diabolical glint in his eyes, something that gave rise to concern. So far the pain he had caused her was minimal, bearable, pleasurable even for someone with her special sexual preferences for hard and rough intercourse. But that hateful glare was a harbinger for far more serious infractions. In his current state of mind Dillen seemed quite capable to cause serious harm, at a moment's notice. And so she grew alert, ready to react, and half expecting the scene to end very soon, with the next escalation of his punishment.
 
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There seemed to be no more words; Dillen released nothing but a snarl of rage and what was unmistakably lust as he slapped her hard in the face, his cock springing free from her mouth and landing wetly upon her burning cheek. Suddenly he was moving again, his body shifting back down towards the end of the bed while his hands fell upon her legs, roughly forcing them up and spreading them wide until her cunt and ass were on full display, the candlestick jutting obscenely from her cunt while her knees were forced nearly up to her chest.

The only warning she received of his intent was the feel of his cockhead, slimy with her spit, pressing up against the entrance to her ass, made even tighter by the thick, cold metal still buried within her. He was too focused upon his actions to worry too much about holding her down now, his hold upon her easily escapable if she wished. "This is for what you did to her," he whispered again softly, just before he slammed his hips forward.
 
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Verialyn clenched her teeth as her rear entrance was violated so extremely. Dillen's cock, its entrance hardly eased by the bit of pseudo lubricant applied upon it, dug into her like a searing hot knife, and that was one step to far. It had been an insightful view into a tormented soul, but there was not much else to be gained except agonizing pain. And she was not that masochistic.

The decision made in the fraction of a second her legs came up and she pulled them towards her chest, squeezing her breasts under her thighs as her soles were plated against the slaves upper body. Once in place she gave a quick push, sending him backwards, but not so strong that we would topple or crash against furniture. Freed of his proximity, her upper body came up in the same fluid motion that janked the candle from between her nether lips, her ass still feeling sore in her new, sitting position.

"Purple pimpernell, that is enough!" Her eyes bore into him, and she was ready. In Dillen's current state of mind it was not unlikely that the agreed upon phrase was not enough and she would have to enforce her course of action with more hands on means.
 
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The slave grunted in surprise as he was shoved back, the involuntary noise quickly becoming a snarl of fury as he started to move forward towards her. But her harsh demand and the awkwardness of assaulting anyone after being tossed back onto a soft bed delayed him, the pause just long enough for the naked rage on his face to begin to fade. For a few moments he was still, the anger slowly fading until suddenly his eyes widened, gasping in pure terror.

Quickly he scrambled backward, nearly falling off of the bed and rapidly getting down to his knees upon the floor. "I'm so sorry, mistress," he said rapidly, his head bowed low as he didn't dare to look her in the eyes. "I have no excuse, I should never have dared to-" he cut himself off, his face pale even while his cock still hung obscenely stiff between his legs. "I beg your forgiveness, though this humble slave is not deserving of it." His tone was as subservient as it could be, desperately trying to backpedal and absolve himself before she could think of punishing him or informing Xorien of his misdeeds.

For a moment he seemed about to speak again, but finally fell silent as he closed his eyes, his breathing becoming more calm as he accepted the inevitability of the next few moments. Whatever else occurred, it was plain that he expected to be at best punished and at worst killed over his near rape of her.
 
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Verialyn slowly rose from her prone position, her behind pushed forward so it slid over the sheets until she herself sat on the edge of the bed, her feet planted close to the desperate slave's knees as she looked down on his bowed head with a concerned gaze. Sitting was stil slightly uncomfortable with her sore rear entry, but already she coudl feel the pain waning.

"You have nothing to fear, you did what I asked you to do." Her calm voice suddenly broke the uncomfortable silence. "Although admittedly you have been more intense and took this into another direction than I thought you would. But it is my fault for not being more specific." Verialyn could not help herself as her eyes wandered briefly between his legs lingering for a moment on the manhood, still engorged despite the turmoil its owner was going through.

"So please stop groveling like a wet poodle" She grinned as the flat of her right hand slapped down on the bed next to her "and have a set so we can talk a bit." Turning more serious, even concerned again, her eye brows furrowing, she added "Some of what you said was quite ... insightful."
 
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There was silence for a moment before at last the slave rose, his head still bowed. "Yes...thank you, mistress," he said quietly, keeping his eyes focused upon the ground. Carefully he turned to sit upon the bed, sitting nearly a foot away from her at the corner of the bed, as far away as he could reasonably be and still be sitting where she indicated.

As long as the 'rape' had seemed to last, in truth it had been little more than about twenty minutes. There was still at least half an hour until dinner, more then long enough for the two of them to speak before it was time to rejoin the rest of the household. The mansion was not still however; now that she could turn her attention to it, Verialyn could hear people bustling about the hallways as they prepared rooms or scurried about with loads. Dinner seemed to be a far more elaborate affair then a simple meal, requiring much more preparation then mere cooking.

Whatever Dillen was normally tasked to do, his entire focus seemed to be fixed upon a single point upon the floor, doing everything he could to avoid Verialyn's gaze even as his cock remained thick and stiff, slightly glistening from the faint sheen of her saliva.
 
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Verialyn mustered the slaves deflated form and slightly shook her head as she smiled. "Dillen, please relax. I want to talk with you, but I can't if you just withdraw." As she spoke Verialyn inched closer until her bare thigh brushed against his and the fingers of one hand lightly traced over his shoulder. It did not help to ease the tension out of the situation, to the contrary. The man almost instinctively shrank away from her touch. Only the fact that it would send him crashing to the floor prevented him from shying away even further from her.

"That won't work." Verialyn concluded audible. "You need to lighten up" And without further comment her right hand pulled her mane of hair back over her shoulder as her left hand darted between his legs and got hold of his shaft. In a fluent motion her head followed and immediately swallowed the upturned manhood, the tip of her tonge beginning to dance around the swollen tip inside her oral cavity while her heavy breasts got to rest against his bare thigh.
 
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Dillen instantly tensed as her hand fell upon his cock, but whatever he was expecting plainly wasn't what occurred; he released something between a gasp of surprise and a groan of pleasure as her hot mouth descended upon his cock, his leg beneath her breasts jerking in surprise even as his cock twitched in pleasure. "Mistress," he murmured before the words were lost in a sudden moan, the self-control and discipline he normally exercised shattered by the madness of the past few minutes.

Very slowly, very hesitantly, his hand reached out to fall upon her ass cheeks as she suckled upon him, softly massaging the reddened skin before the tip of his finger started to slide against her lips. He was falling back upon his training, seeking to please his mistress regardless of what else was happening, hoping that the pleasure would prevent her from lashing out in punishment or retribution for his thoughtless actions.
 
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The throbbing manhood in her mouth was like a probe into Dillen's troubled mind, transmitting the tension and fright that was still pent up in the troubled man's frame, and only very slowly did Verialyn get the impression that lust and pleasure would begin to wash away the sorrow. And so she continued, her head rising and falling in his lap, his shaft increasingly lubricated with her salvia as she coudl feel his fingers between her legs. Would it help him to fall back on familiar patterns? Or would it just reinforce his thinking of himself as a used and abused object? She continued for now, the tip of her tongue pressuring the spots she had learned of through trial and error to bring the greatest enjoyment to the male.

It went on like that for about a minute before Verialyn shifted, the cleft between her legst moist again from the slave's nimble fingers and the arousal caused by her own lustful fantasy. One last upswing of her head did not result in yet another descent, instead her upper body became erect, two heavy orbs now framing Dillen's arm as her arm was draped around his shoulder and her bowed head leaned in close to his, her forehead almost touching his as their eyes were mere inches apart. Her tongue was replaced by her free hand, continuing to work on the engorged man meat, fingertips massaging where her moist tip had been previously.

"Do you now believe me" her voice a mere husky whisper "when I tell you that I bear no grudge and mean you no harm?"
 
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He was gasping heavily when she finally rose, his eyes glazed over with lust. She had seen that expression on countless men, ones who could barely think anymore from the desire. The intelligence he'd shown was gone now, briefly lost in the haze of need and submission. The darkness he'd released was completely absent now, or buried so deep she could not see it, his mind quickly becoming the weak, silent thing it had to be in order to survive.

His hand moved constantly between her legs; even as she rose his movements quickly shifted to suit her new position. "Yes, Mistress," he whispered softly, the thick cock twitching in her grasp as his hips began to move, a groan escaping him as he began to buck himself against her soft hands. "I am sorry for not listening, Mistress," he added in a rough voice broken by pants, bowing his head to avoid looking her in the eye.

For an instant he seemed on the verge, his hips suddenly thrusting upward until her hand had caressed his entire length, but with a deep, long moan he slowly fell back down to the edge of the bed, his entire body starting to tremble with need.
 
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It was not working. At least not the way Verialyn had intended to. While clearly Dillen's arousal was palpable as she could attest, having one had at the pulse of his passion, it had done nothing to ease his burden. Dillen the man still stood under the yoke of Dillen the slave, his conditioned obedience combined with the lasting fear of incurring her wrath – or already having incurred it – made him spurn her attempts at communication.

There was one more thing she could try. Maybe if he got the impression that he truly had serviced her to her satisfaction that would open him up. And lacking a better idea that was the route she went. Her free right hand came up behind him, palm gliding over his har as her fingertips massaged his scalp, all the while her left hand did not cease to gently caress his pulsating manhood. "Dillen" she began, voice low and sensual, not much more than a whisper in his ear "would you like to fuck me?"
 
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There was silence for a moment, his head finally rising up to look at her. He seemed unable to think of what to say, of realizing just what was happening and how we was supposed to react. Releasing the darkness had drained him emotionally, forced him to rely on the simplest and safest behaviors he knew. But now her words were still kind, gentle, speaking to him as a man instead of a worthless toy.

"Yes...miss," he finally said after a moment, a hint of the old confidence beginning to return to his voice. "I...I'm sorry, for..." he hesitated, but even with those few words she could tell the difference between this apology and the one that had come before. The last apology had been a slave saying whatever he needed to say, emotionless and ultimately meaningless. This one was real, a human speaking as opposed to an animal.
 
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The subtle change in Dillen's bearing indeed did not go unnoticed. Verialyn's relief was clearly visible as her calm expression became the radiant frame for a smile of genuine happiness. "Don't think of it anymore" she replied warmly as both her hands slowly departed from his body and her upper body became upright once more. The eye contact she held, though, and from all her bearing and the way she conducted her slow moves it was apparent that this was no withdrawal but merely a transition. "And if you do not mind I would like to feel you inside me as soon as possible now."

The urge welled up inside her to jump up in joy, to rush over facing the nearest wall and to have him take her from behind, her cheek and breasts pressing against the paneling as he rammed into her with jubilant enthusiasm. She would surely like that, but reigned herself in at the last moment. Such rough lovemaking might be the wrong way to go right now, conjuring up all too recent uncomfortable memories in Dillen, memories they had just overcome. Something gentle was the order of the day.

And so she simply dropped back, her shoulder blades diving into the soft sheets as her black hair spread out and surrounded her hair like a dark corona. Her arms loosely came to rest at her sides as her legs fell apart spread, freeing access to the intimate part of her groin. And still smiling she told him "Come to me then. Unless you prefer another way. I'm all yours.", a playful grin accentuating that last sentence.
 
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