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Solitary Confinement (AzizSolomon & Aise)

Myn

Myn

Super-Earth
Joined
Jun 10, 2012
Location
Australia
~Lia~ (13)
4'6" 80 lbs
Long blond hair, crimson red eyes​

A small figure walked soundlessly through the empty hallways of a poorly kept manor. All the windows had been boarded up with thick planks of wood on the first floor, and the front door remained firmly locked, preventing both entry and escape. But none of this concerned the petite blond girl that silently made her way to the balcony on the second floor. She didn’t know why she’d come down to the first floor so late tonight. She only usually came down when she had to eat, or when a man wanted to fill her young tight pussy in an open space, and what better place than the grand entrance? The cold dusty marble floor, the worn spiral staircases, even the ceiling was decorated with a sizeable chandelier. At it’s prime the house would have been fit to house a noble family, but over the years the estate had declined into what many in town referred to as a haunted mansion.

Climbing the spiral staircases that creaked even under her modest weight, she arrived on the second floor, her eyes roaming down the empty hallway, the stretch of red carpet having faded to a grimy brown a long time ago. The fabric had been torn and nibbled at by small animals and insects Lia had never taken care to take note of. The same could be said for the tapestries and paintings that hung on the walls. Torn and dirty, they too would have been worth a fair bit of coin at some stage. Crimson red eyes scanned the darkness, Lia couldn’t remember electricity ever running in the house, and as far as she knew, no such thing existed. She had wondered what the empty sockets in the wall and ceiling had housed at one stage, but such trivial matters had long departed her mind. And now she just accepted them as another bit of décor, along with the other pieces of junk that littered the estate.

Her mind had clearly wondered, and she’d been forced to pay the price, a quiet gasp of surprise escaping her sweet little lips as she winced, taking a step back and staring emotionlessly at the shard of porcelain which had just been stained red with her blood. It was only a small cut, and given a minute or two would probably stop bleeding even if Lia were to ignore it. But that wasn’t what startled her. A cold shiver suddenly wracked her body, and for the first time in awhile a shimmer of fear clouded her crimson orbs. It was an ill omen. The last time she’d hurt herself she’d had to accompany several large men, opposed to just the one she usually dealt with. The men that came to fuck her were always different, but the one thing they all had in common was that after a week or two they’d simply disappear, never to be seen at the manor again, apparently it was her fault. She’d frequently get told as a departing comment from her patrons that she was creepy, never crying, never laughing, and never showing any hint of emotion even as all of her holes were abused and filled with the creamy white elixir of life.

Letting out a quiet sigh, she decided she’d ignore the omen, circling around the shards of porcelain scattered across the floor, being particularly careful to avoid the jagged base of the vase that had shattered long ago. Her long golden her billowed behind her as she opened the twin doors, a fresh cold gust of air whipping her face as her eyes travelled upward to the full moon above…. Another ill omen, nothing good ever happened on the night of a full moon. There was no science behind her superstition, but Lia had had plenty of time to herself to develop something which was akin to her own religion.

Her eyes travelled down to the courtyard, she’d never been outside and walked the poorly kept greenery, but frankly she had no desire to, the cracked concrete, and weed filled garden didn’t seem special to her at all, a small gazebo and lake which was situated on the other side of the courtyard had intrigued her when she was small, but knowing that she’d never be able to go there, they’d simply blended in with the rest of the scenery. The same old boring scenery she’d grown accustomed to over the last thirteen years of her life. The high rusty steel fence which circled the estate gave her the impression that she was a caged animal, a creature behind bars, but not knowing any other way of life she honestly could say she minded.

Lia blinked a few times as she thought she’d seen something moving in the darkness, and upon closer inspection she realized it wasn't something, but many things moving around just outside the perimeter of the fence. She couldn't quite see their face from where she was standing but the flashes of light coming from handheld flashlights were enough to make Lia feel uneasy. What was worse was that one of them seemed to have found a entrypoint. A loud metallic crack filling the silent night as someone snapped the rusty bars of the fence open with relative ease, Lia quickly spun on her heel retreating back inside and taking refuge in her home, hoping that the first floor would do a much better job in keeping the intruders out than the fence had. Although her facial features remained calm, her heart was beating rapidly, her mind hoping that she wouldn't be raped by all those shady figures simultaneously tonight.

Curling up on the ground just beside the doors leading to the balcony she started mumbling something incoherent, ignoring the uncontained voices that outside, a strong gust of wind suddenly blew into the room slamming the balcony doors shut..... and then there was absolute silence. Silence which didn't abate Lia's fear in the slightest.
 
Alistair (24)
6'5" 185 lbs
Short chocolate hair, vibrant blue-green eyes​

"Hey, guys! I found the gate! Looks pretty easy to break through." The six young men looked around the tall, iron-wrought fence that lie all around the towering old mansion; the only piece of history in an otherwise modern town. The story the group was told only a week or so before was this: Six months ago, the grandchildren of the nobles that originally built, lived in, and eventually died in, the manor had come one night to split up furniture and whatnot so they could finally be rid of the old place. However, once the party made their way in, most of them ran off, reporting they saw a little girl with bright, crimson eyes. They swore that they stared into their very souls. One of them was reported to have never come out, but the others were too frightened to look for him.

About two weeks later, however, he just suddenly turned up again, totally fine, with no physical or mental trauma. When asked about the mansion, he just never responds to their questions, as if he didn't hear them. Nobody ever knew what happened to him in the manor, and nobody ever wanted to.

Until now.

Six men were willing to go even after hearing the tale of the grandchildren, and they'd planned on a week from that day. So, here they certainly were, among them a man that really would've enjoyed being alone at home rather than out here at the mansion. However, his friends had said they'd all call his boss and ask her if she'd have a threesome with Alistair and themselves, so he hadn't much choice. Now, of course, by his own luck, he'd ended up getting layed-off anyway, but he said he'd be here, so he wouldn't go back on it now. He went over to the gate first, along with his best friend, Clancy, getting ready to burst through. "One...two...three!" With that, they both kicked, and Alistair fell to the ground inside of the courtyard. Well that'd been weaker than they imagined.

Getting to his feet and dusting himself off, the group looked around the area to find a way inside. "Do you see anything, Michael?" "Not a damn thing, Jeff. How about you, Tom?" "It's too damn dark, even with flashlights! Clancy, have you got anything?" "Nope. This place is boarded up well. Right, Ali?" Clancy asked as Alistair stared over at the gazebo. Something quite didn't look right about it...that wasn't quite the place for a gazebo, and it seemed to have a couple loose boards..." "Ali!" The young man looked back over to his friends for a moment, and noticed them all standing by the gate again, Clancy looking directly at him. "You coming?" He shook his head and looked back at the gazebo, saying without looking back, "I'll stick around for a bit longer. I'll catch up." the group of men closed the gate behind them, more than happy to leave the manor behind.

Alistair then walked over to the gazebo, and sure enough, there were a couple of loose boards that could be slid into the side. Once he had, there was an entrance straight down with a ladder leading in. Taking the flashlight between his teeth, he started making his way down into it, sliding the boards back into place before getting too far. It wasn't long before he came to solid ground; a passage underground, of sorts. Making his way through the dark passage, he ended up coming to another ladder after a bit longer, so Ali made his way up that one and was met with a trapdoor.

Pushing up on it, he was able to lift the door as he climbed into a room filled with books, chairs, and a desk. It appeared to be a man's study. Closing the trapdoor, Ali just noticed that the path lacked and cobwebs of any sort. Someone had been here. Recently. He then walked up towards the door and opened it, entering the grand foyer, looking around at the grand staircase and all of the areas directly connected to the foyer. After inspecting the kitchen and living room, he took a seat on the staircase, hearing the wood give a groan as it took on his weight, thinking of hit next course of action.
 
A fearful shudder creeped down her back as her sensitive ears picked up the sounds of men calling out to each other in the darkness. Her eyes widening with fear as she tried to count how many she could discern, there were at least four or five, possibly more. All men, all sounding awfully cheerful and energetic. The cheerful ones were always the worst, a fake grin a malice plastered on their faces as they released their sadistic fantasies upon her, she much preferred the quiet lonely types who’d quickly come in, release their seed in her. And then disappear just as quickly as they’d come.

She waited for a few seconds, trying to see if there were any voices like hers. She’d never met another female as far as she knew, and she wasn’t sure if they even existed or if the men were biologically any different from her. Part of her even believed that she’d grown one of those firm hard cocks as she grew older. Unfortunately the voices were too muffled, and even had they been clear her hopes would have been dashed anyway. She heard one last shout, and then there was silence, an eerie atmosphere settling on the now deserted courtyard, Lia slowly picked herself up, wiping a bit of dust that had floated into her eye before she slowly crept towards the balcony doors, her eyes cautiously peeking outside as if she were afraid that hands would lash out and drag her down.

They were gone, every last one of them. A surge of panic swelled inside her and she slammed the twin doors open, hurrying outside before tossing her head from side to side, her golden hair fanning out around her as she winced at the cold air that lashed her face. “Alone…” she mumbled, her body already shaking with fear. She’d grown accustomed to the sex, the cruel games, even the beatings. But multiple men scared her more than anything else. The discomfort of having two giants cock stretch her young pussy had been an unpleasant one, and she had hoped it would have been a bad one off experience, but if all those men were making their way inside now, she’d have much more to worry about than two of them.

Either way, she had to present herself. She’d learned from experience that hiding away was no good, and as much as she wanted to, she didn’t want to incur the wrath of someone much taller and much stronger than she was. She’d grown used to the beatings… but that didn’t mean she enjoyed them, or that they were any less painful. Raising her hand to her heart she took in two quick short breaths before exhaling, trying to calm herself down. She didn’t want them to know she was afraid, showing emotion meant it’d last that much longer, and the sooner the men left, the sooner she’d be able to return to her life of solitary confinement.

Glancing across the room at the cracked mirror, she cocked her head to the side, stretching her hand out beside herself before giving a quick whirl. Her pale white flesh glowing pearly white under the glow of the moonlight that bathed her naked body. Clothes were an oddity to her, she’d never been given anything to wear before, and most of the men that came here seemed to end up taking it off anyway. Sure she had hear hairband and choker, and she’d been told by one of her former patrons to wear the cut sleeves of a frilly maid dress. But she seldom wore those as they simply felt uncomfortable and annoying.

Creeping out of the room as quietly, her body crouched like that of an alleycat, she made her way towards the foyer, knowing that if the men were waiting for her, she’d find them there. “Feel good, Lia Feel good” she mumbled to herself repeatedly, trying to convince herself that she’d enjoy it. It’d never happened before, but she needed some way to trick her mind into thinking that it wouldn’t be so bad.

Silently creeping out of the shadows, she glanced nervously at the centre of the foyer, her brow furrowed and lips trembling as she expected the worst. She was more than slightly surprised to find the foyer vacant. A sigh of relief escaping her, she’d only just started to trick herself into thinking they’d all gone home when she heard a faint rustle. Straining her ears once more she immediately noticed the sound of breathing. She wasn’t alone. Lowering her crimson eyes to the floor with evident disappointment, she slowly started climbing down the stairs, her steps making no sound whatsoever as she slowly approach Alistair from behind. Just a few feet more, just a few more and…. “Gotcha!” she called out, wrapping her bare arms around Alistair shoulder and embracing him from behind. “Lia be good girl, Master give good girl?” she asked a bit nervously. She’d never seen the man in her entire life, but her patrons seemed to like it when she called them ‘master.’ And the more she excited them, the sooner they’d cum. And the sooner that happened, the sooner she’d be free from servitude.”Please Master?” she whispered seductively parting her little pale lips slightly before playfully chomping down on Alistair’s ear with her lips.
 
The young man simply sat and thought about what he should do next. Should he leave, or explore? On one hand, Alistair thought that there could be secrets in this manor to be discovered, not only for the tale he and his friends were told, but perhaps something of historic value he could turn in to the museum. He was always excited about scientific and historical discoveries, and he'd always dreamed of finding one of his own. It wasn't for payment or fame, but simply for the thrill of discovering something the world has never seen. On the other hand, however, he felt as if he was being watched...like there was another presence nearby.

"Ahh! W-what the..?"

Alistair turned to see what had a hold of him, only to be staring right into those bright, seductive crimson eyes. "T-the girl..." Well, at least she wasn't a ghost. He took notice of her appearance, with her long blonde hair and near-porcelain skin...a bit too much of which he could see. Perhaps this girl lived in here, and didn't even have clothing? He could hardly even twitch, his muscles tightened with shock. However, after a few moments longer, his body relaxed as he became curious, moving his left hand around to touch her right cheek. She couldn't have even been high school age, let alone his.

Ali found the ability to speak return, asking, "D...Do you live here? Are you all alone?" His body shuddered lightly as he felt her lips pressing around the top of his ear as if biting it, but in a playful manner. He wasn't exactly sure what was going on, and the idea that she expected him to take advantage of her never crossed the young man's mind, as it seemed too preposterous to imagine someone as young as her doing such things. If only he knew what so many men before him had done to her...
 
Lia cocked her head to the side curiously when Alistair let out a quick short shout of surprise. Inside she was giggling at the innocent cute reaction she’d gotten, but her facial features didn’t give her delight away in the slightest. The sex hadn’t started yet but that didn’t mean wouldn’t suffer if she’d shown emotion. Her curiosity now piqued, she glanced over Alistair’s features, his broad shoulders, chocolate brown hair, and those beautiful sea green eyes she felt she could get lost in. He looked a bit odd seeing as how most of the men that came here were much older. But she found herself not minding Alistair’s youth. Her lips slowly withdrawing from Alistair’s ear, just barely so that she’d be able to speak, but her lips still brushed against his ear as she spoke. “Lia not girl, Lia bitch, slut, whore…. Master say” she stated, having no idea what the latter three meant, she didn’t think in her wildest dreams that the terms were sexual.

She paused upon being asked two questions, her eyes clouded with confusion, it was unusual for her patrons to be this talkative, especially since the questions he was asking didn’t seem important in the slightest to Lia. “Lia no alone” she stated a bit hurt, not having a full grasp of the language she was using, she loosened her grip on Alistair and pointed to herself. “Lia” she stated before pointing at Alistair’s face “Master…. No alone” she stated sounding a bit proud, before her eyes flashed needily.

Her mind had suddenly recalled that there were several men about, and that if one had got in, several more were sure to be in the vicinity. As much as she loved talking and lecturing the man before her, she had to get the sex over and done with. Hopefully if she pleased him enough now, he wouldn’t join in when the others were taking her. “Master….” She whined pleadingly, her slick wet tongue poking out of her agape mouth. “Lia want Master, Lia be good girl, please?” she begged leaning in and running her tongue over Alistairs cheek. Her body grinding against his back desperately, her body already warming up as the thought of sex filled her mind. Her hairless sex rubbing against his back as she moved she hoped Alistair was the kinder type of master. He’d seemed nice so far, but there was no telling how he’d act once he decided he’d have his fun for the night.
 
"Nyaaah!? What?" Bitch? Slut? Whore? Who'd call such a little girl these names!? He couldn't believe that someone would have that kind of nerve! Alistair then listened with a slightly puzzled look, which became a gentle smile after the little one explained herself. "Oh. I meant are you alone most of the time?" She probably has never been to school, just picking up the language. The only way she could've done that, though, was if other people had been around her and she learned from what they said...at that moment, he'd put two and two together.

"Lia...do men come in and...us-Ah..w-what..?" When Alistair was trying to ask her his question, she'd licked his cheek with her slick, hot tongue and started to grind her body against hers. He couldn't believe what he was hearing! Hell, it was hard to believe how she was acting at all! Grinding into his back like that with her hot sex and licking his cheek...he was absolutely ashamed to think about how turned on it made him. His flesh was becoming harder and larger by the second, reaching its usual length of nine inches, all pent up behind his jeans. Alistair honestly didn't know how to reach to her actions, feeling a bit stupid and helpless as she pressed into him needingly and his manhood throbbed from behind the denim prison it was in.
 
Lia didn’t understand the question, and even if she had she’d likely have ignored it anyway. Her body had already picked up on the kind of guy Alistair was. The shy gentle types were undoubtedly her favorite. They wouldn’t hit her if she did something wrong, and they’d leave her alone after everything was over… the only thing that bothered about them was the look of guilt clouding their faces as they disappeared back into the shadows. But she didn’t think of them for very long as they never came back.

Her breathing started to pick up as she felt her arousal building, her young slit already starting to moisten as she grinded herself harder and harder against Alistair’s back, “Master… Lia… feel good.” She moaned lustfully, a string of saliva drooling down the side of her chin before a bit of it dripped on the back of Alistair’s neck. It’d been awhile since she’d been given a man that wouldn’t immediately want to penetrate her, and that in itself felt like a reward to Lia.

Sensing Alistair’s arousal, she slid her hand around Alistair’s shoulders, spinning around his body like a skilled pole dancer before landing before Alistair, her crimson eyes looking up at his with a childish innocence as she observed his facial features. “Master no like Lia?” she asked sounding a bit fearful, it was the scariest thing about the reluctant types. They were generally nice to be around, but there was no telling how they’d treat her if they didn’t enjoy her services. Hooking her hands over Alistair’s broad shoulders, she began rubbing her small undeveloped breasts against his chest, her small figure completely concealed by Alistair’s body. “Lia do good, no hurt Lia please?” she begged pleadingly, grinding her body with renewed vigor, it wasn’t intentional but she wasn’t big enough to spread her legs on either side of Alistairs, so instead she’d placed her own thin smooth legs between Alistair’s, her moistened sex rubbing frantically against Alistairs tented jeans. She let out a needy carnal cry of desire when she felt the concealed monster twitch behind it’s prison. The mere sensation sending sparks of pleasure through her body. She hadn’t expected it to feel so good, her mind slowly forgetting her initial objective of dealing with Alistair before the others, there was just something about Alistair that made her more excited than she usually got, perhaps it was his youth? Or maybe those innocent eyes staring down into her scarlet orbs?

Lifting her face up towards Alistairs she parted her mouth, gasping longingly as she considered generating friction between their bodies. She didn’t say anything, but a pleading look, followed by her closing her eyes should have been enough indication of what she wanted.
 
Alistair looked down into those lustful, pleading eyes as he felt his face flush a deep red tint. It seemed he had two options here: Have sex with this little girl coming onto him, or make her cry. He didn't want the girl to cry. Leaning in slowly, he blushed an even darker red as he closed his eyes gently and pressed his lips against her own. No preparation could ready the shy young man for the kiss the two shared and the soft moan that escaped his lips into Lia's. After about ten seconds of the gentle embrace. Ali said to the young girl, "Master likes Lia very much. Master will never hurt Lia. Ever." Offering a gentle smile, he'd hoped that she would understand him easier if he spoke in simpler terms towards her.

Groaning softly from pleasure, Ali still couldn't believe Lia's actions, rubbing her damp sex against his tented manhood. He didn't protest, though, not wanting to make the girl feel hurt and slowly slid his hands to gently squeeze her small, curvy rump. The most Ali had ever gotten was a blowjob in high school from a girl that took to teasing him a lot, and they'd never seen each other again after their graduation, so this was foreign territory, actually having sex.

Sure, he'd watched plenty of porn, as he was quite the pervert underneath that thick shy exterior, but with a real person, and someone very underage, at that...it was totally different."M...my name is Alistair. You c-can call me what you want, though, L-Lia..." It was insane how horny she was making him. Her innocence should have conflicted with her seductivity, but they only complimented each other and made him very susceptible. "I...I'll make Lia feel good." Ali then moved his hands from her bottom to her undersized breasts, gently rubbing the area where they would've grown out from and teased her nipples with his thumbs.
 
She’d been afraid that Alistair wouldn’t understand what she wanted, but before she had time to dwell on the thought she felt the warmth of Alistair’s skin leaning in towards her, gently pressed his lips against hers, the mere friction causing Lia to moan happily into the kiss. It felt good. It actually felt good. Sliding her arms around Alistair’s neck and deepening the kiss, she tentatively poked her tongue out, coating Alistairs lips with her own saliva careful not to slip past the lips in case Alistair felt uncomfortable going any further. She’d done it once before and her master that time had nearly bitten her tongue off.

She wanted more from Alistair, the kiss itself wasn’t like anything she’d felt before, a bit clumsy, but a serene kindness flowed through his lips and touched her soul, the act sending a warm tingling sensation through her body, she wondered if this was how a kiss was supposed to feel. Warm, pleasant and loving, it wasn’t even comparable to when her previous masters had mashed their lips together and violated her mouth with theirs. She didn’t want it to end, she wanted to lock her lips together and enjoy this sensation for an eternity, but it only lasted for what felt like a second, it’d been ten, but even had they been going for an hour, Lia probably wouldn’t have been satisfied, her mouth leaning in and trying to chase Alistairs as he pulled away, she whimpered sadly, her crimson eyes firmly fixed on his lips.

She smiled weakly when she heard Alistair speak, his words meant nothing to her. In fact they tore at her heart, causing the small girl to furrow her brow and bite her lip. She’d hated those words, the ones that told her that were all liars, they’d all say they liked her lots, but then suddenly disappear one day and never come back. She didn’t love them or anything, but the scar she’d suffered when she was first taught the meaning of the word and been betrayed had cut deep. And ever since she’d been able to tell even the most disgusting of men that she liked them. The words were empty and meaningless to her. Simple words that foreboded them parting ways in the near future. She hated those words, but she wouldn’t let that show. Returning Alistairs kind smile with a fake one of her own. Her lips were turned upwards, but her eyes were on the verge of crying, shifting her eyes away so that he wouldn’t notice.

She let out a surprised squeak when she felt Alistair’s hand squeeze her backside, his much larger hand cupping most of its mass with one hand, her teary eyes looking back up at Alistair confused, she wondered what he had in mind for her. Did he want to do it now? Was it all going to end so soon? She bit her lip at the thought, not sure how to react, she’d approached him intending to end it as soon as possible, but now that she’d gotten started, for the first time ever she found herself wanting to drag it out a bit longer.

Stopping her grinding, and sliding her hands down Alistairs shoulders and around his waist, she hugged his chest to her face nuzzling it affectionately as she listened to him speaking. “Aeir, Attair, Aliss heir?....” she mumbled quietly, not quite being able pronounce his name. She didn’t even understand what a name was as no one had ever told her their name. As far as she knew, she was Lia, and everyone elses name was master. “No Aris’ayre, master master” she stated shaking her golden hair spraying around her and flowing down Alistairs front. “Master master, Lia Lia” she said indicating each of them in turn. Staring up at him defiantly as if to say that she wouldn’t be fooled.

She was so fixated on staring Alistair down that she didn’t even notice Alistair’s hands moving upwards towards her until she felt a sudden squeeze assault her body. “Ah!” she gasped, her voice echoing through the foyer, she’d been taken completely off guard, but the as small as they were, they were extremely sensitive. But she didn’t like people touching her breasts, withdrawing her hand from Alistairs neck and placing her hand over his, she peered into Alistairs sea blue eyes, a bit worried, “Lia sorry, small no good?” she asked sadly, recalling how several of her masters had expressed their disappointment in her lack of development. “Lia big later, small now, big later” she added, trying to convince Alistair that she’d get bigger eventually. “Lia no good?” she asked sadly hanging her head down in shame.
 
Alistair could've sworn he'd seen a sadness...no, more of a sorrow, beneath her eyes as he pulled away from the kiss and tried to assure her that he liked her. He didn't understand why she'd given such a fake smile to him. Ali was extremely good at reading people, even when they showed no emotion on their face whatsoever. He had just studied their body language so much from afar that he had learned what each and every movement meant.

Sliding a hand up to touch Lia's chin, he slowly and gently turned her to face him, pressing his lips into hers once again ever so gently and lovingly, as opposed to those she'd been used to before. He spoke not a word and breathed through his nose so he'd never have to stop kissing Lia, save the one other time he broke lips to reassure her. "Lia, your boobs are fine." He would've used more appropriate terminology, but he was sure the men she'd been with before wouldn't have taught her such words. Maybe he could start teaching her a wider range of grammar and vocabulary later on.

He continued to say, "I guess I'll have to keep coming back to see Lia get big, then." He hoped he hadn't sounded only interested in the sex, as he was trying to drop a subtle hint that he would be coming back for a long time. Hell, he already knew he would be. Ali couldn't just leave a kid all alone in this home any longer! Especially not one this adorable. Giving a genuine, gentle smile, the man leaned back in to kiss again, sliding hand back down her body and massaging her underdeveloped breasts as well as her small buds upon her chest.

This time, however, Alistair slid his tongue deep into Lia's mouth, opening his lips so she could do the same if she wished while he made his tongue to stroke against her own. It felt great to have such a tender, loving kiss with such an innocent, and yet corrupted, youth. Of course, if he enjoyed kissing a nude girl that had to have been at least a decade apart in age as he was, he had to have been corrupted, too. He could honestly say, though, that he didn't care. Lia was worth such a title.
 
Feeling Alistairs other hand rising up to her face, she quickly closed her eyes, bracing herself for the smack she’d expected. She’d gotten carried away. In her desire to explain herself and maintain Alistairs attention she’d spoken out of place, and from experience, she knew that speaking out of place would result in a brutal beating session. She didn’t actually think Alistair would do something so cruel to her, but the fear was engrained in her body, and her body reacted, overriding her brain as she waited for that painful slap across the face.

Instead she felt gentle fingers lifting her chin, her eyes fluttering open just in time to see Alistair lower his lips onto hers yet again. A slight gasp escaping her before the lips met, she flinched at the contact, uncertain how to react to being rewarded when she’d expected to be punished Lost in a euphoric sense of pleasure, she’d never felt something so warm and fuzzy before. She’d never been much of a smiler, simply because there really hadn’t been much to smile about in the manor, but there was just something about the way Alistair touched her that made her turn her lips upwards with joy.

“Boobs?...” she repeated, recognizing the word but not remembering what they referred to, she closed her eyes, digging through her past and procuring an image which caused her to tense uncomfortably. The image hadn’t been pleasant, and the mere memory caused her slight mounds to start aching again with pain. She didn’t want to think about that cruel master. She had a new master now, and she liked him so much more than any of the others.

Her discomfort however was quickly brushed aside as Alistair continued to speak, her head snapping up and staring at him in disbelief at his words, “M-Master come back?” she asked, her voice rising to reflect her excitement, even had she been able to restrain herself, there’d have been no way she could contain the shining hope and joy that filled her eyes. She opened her mouth again to say something but instead closed her eyes, nuzzling her head against Alistairs chest affectionately “Master come back…” she murmured happily to herself, reassuring herself that this wouldn’t be the last time they’d meet, she’d already grown significantly attached to Alistair in the few short minutes they’d known eachother, and the uncontrollable growth of affection being shattered by his departure had silently been eating away at her heart.

“Lia big later, Master likes, Lia likes” she answered releasing her hold on Alistairs hand and resting it back on his shoulder. A heated moan leaving her lips as she arched her back, tossing her head backwards as Alistair recommenced massaging her small buds. “Ma-master, hand good, Lia like….. Master lots…. Lia-“ she moaned unable to restrain her growing lust, she’d resumed rocking against Alistairs body, now consciously rubbing he wet sex against the fabric of Alistairs jeans.

Her pleasure didn’t end there as Alistair once again took her lips with his own. Her moans of pleasure muffled by the kiss, her eyes had started to close with ecstasy when she suddenly felt something slip past her lips. Her crimson eyes widening in shock and confusion at first, it only took a second or two before she realized what had entered her, her body trembling with happiness and pleasure as she responded to the kiss by pressing her saliva coated tongue back against Alistairs, trying to push Alistair back out with her tongue, while she used her mouth to suck heavily on Alistairs tongue, refusing it exit unless Alistair were to completely pull away. Lia was so lost in the kiss that she’d forgotten about breathing through her nose, her enthusiastic lips breaking the kiss every few seconds to breathe in a fresh breath of air before she repositioned herself and hungrily resumed the kiss with wet sucking sounds.
 
Alistair had smiled warmly down at Lia when she had rested her head on his chest, nuzzling into him and effectively making him silently agree to himself to give the girl anything she wanted, no matter what. "Of course Master will come back. Master will always come back to Lia now." Ali then allowed himself to grind back against Lia's hot, wet sex with gentle grunts and groans of pleasure muffled by the passionate kiss they shared.

The young man's lips became just as hungry as his young lovers', sucking in air when she broke lips with him and made loud sucking noises. "Mhnn...Lia makes Master feel good..." He loved the feel of their lips together, hardly able to contain himself as his denim-pitching manhood ground a bit faster into Lia's vagina, hands still massaging the sensitive flesh of her young chest.

"Master will make Lia feel very good now..." With that statement, he gently broke the kiss, looking into her eyes to assure her he was still here, and leaned down to fit his lips around her left nipple. He suckled on her sensitive flesh while still massaging the other area, tongue teasing the tiny bud as he expanded his lips to suck on the area around it.
 
Lia was breathless upon hearing Alistair assure her that he’d always come back, she didn’t know if she believed him. She couldn’t really believe what anyone told her after all the times she’d been lied to while living here by herself, but for the first time in years, she wanted to believe. She didn’t want to dismiss Alistair’s words as simply gibberish intended to incite a reaction from her. Though if a reaction was what Alistair had wanted, he’d probably got more than he’d bargained for when their lips pressed hungrily against eachother as their tongue tangled and fought eachother with a lustful desire.

Feeling the hardness grind back against her she let out a squeak of surprise, moaning as she push down hard against the tented denim, trying to force Alistair’s manhood inside her slits denim fabric and all, it was futile, but as her lips were locked in an intense battle, she didn’t really have enough mindpower to notice that her actions would only arouse her increasing desire. His hands still kneading her small breasts she couldn’t concentrate, she could even respond to Alistairs words, her mouth too busy gasping for air or moaning in delight whenever her lips were freed.

What was wrong with her? How could it feel so good? Why was she enjoying this so much? It wasn’t the first time someone had done this to her, infact people had touched in her inappropriate ways over and over the past few months. But each time she’d endured it, put up with the pain, suppressed her disgust and ignored the fact that she didn’t enjoy the act in the slightest sense. However there was no need to do any of those things with Alistair, his kind words, his gentle hands, his hard cock. There wasn’t a single thing she detested about the man before her, and had she known what love was, she’d have confessed her love right then and there.

When Alistair finally pulled away, breaking the kiss properly, Lia was speechless, her body slumping against Alistairs chest like a puppet which had had its strings cut. One might have even mistaken her as unconscious had her breathing not been so heavy, and her arms still firmly wrapped around Alistair’s figure. She hadn’t even noticed how her moistened sex had leaked out a fair amount of fluid, soaking the denim jeans and marking them sexually.

Her mind felt like it’d partially shut down, unable to focus on anything beside Alistairs presence, she felt like she’d drift off to sleep at any second now when she heard her Master’s sweet voice. Her head rising slightly with curiosity as she wondered what Alistair would reward her with next, she hadn’t expect him to do what he had, he body reeling back and trying to get away as he sucked down hard on her little bud, it felt incredible, her moans getting louder and echoing through the foyer, it was a good thing that Alistair’s friends weren’t still outside as they might have heard Lia’s sexual pleasure despite the distance and thick wall between them.

She’d struggled to get away at first, but she quickly changed her mind, gliding her hands up Alistair’s neck before caressing his cheeks softly, then sliding her hands over Alistairs ears and around the back of his head as she pulled Alistairs head in against her breasts. “Master! Lia feel good, Lots good! M-Master!” she shouted, unable to contain her pleasure she called out to her master one last time before she bucked her hips forward, her long golden hair flicking up into the air as her body tensed with ectasy, her legs locking up as a clear slick fluid gushed out of her pussy, coating the already soaked jeans with a much thicker substance. Her mind had gone blank, her body stiff and trembling. She’d never felt something so good before. It’d always been about her pleasing others, and never had her previous masters focused much on pleasing her. And because of this, it had taken this long before Lia experienced her first orgasm, by the hands of the man she’d quite possibly never be able to forget.
 
Alistair was starting to find it hard to think, as his mind now only allowed him to think of two things: The less important subject being his pleasure, and his priority of focusing all of his attention on Lia, trying to make her feel as good as possible. For once in his life, Ali truly felt as if he mattered to someone, and he finally had someone to care about just as much. Smiling in pure bliss, the young man had adopted a light drool from the intense bliss he felt upon her grinding and pressing hard against his hard cock through the jeans.

After continuing on and sucking on Lia's nipple, he felt her body start to move as if following instinct, bucking her hips against him roughly as the intense contact forced him into a semi-orgasm. This was a condition he wasn't quite sure if any others had, but he would shoot a shot or two of his seed, and then feel as if he was at the plateau of pleasure as if nothing happened.

It happened randomly for Alistair, but it was usually when the erotica he was watching or reading was extremely attractive or he especially liked something. Lia was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, so this wasn't really a surprise, after all. Speaking of Lia, she'd just tightened up her muscles as if she couldn't more, and he didn't know what was happening until he felt how tight her whole body was getting, kissing her at the moment of orgasm and riding it out with her, lips locked He wanted her to associate the orgasm with something good, just to ensure positive reinforcement. He'd just led Lia to orgasm. It could've been the first she'd ever had! "Was that the first time your Master has ever made you feel good like that?"

Smiling, Ali listened to the response, still full of lust and need but good at hiding it. Instead, he lay the girl down on the hardwood floor of the Foyer, laying on his stomach in front of her as he then slid his slick, hot tongue against the hot, sweet walls of her flesh, lapping up her lubricative juices as well as the substance he could only describe as Lia's cum. Her sweet-tasting cum that he knew right then he'd never get tired of tasting.
 
She tried to suppress her moans, but it was no use. It just felt too good, and when she saw the look of affection on Alistair’s face, she knew she was experiencing the best moment of her life thus far. She moaned uncontrollably into the kiss as Alistair invaded her already gasping mouth with his own. She needed to breathe, but she’d have died happy if she suffocated then and there. Her mind prioritizing the succulent taste of Alistairs lips before her own survival. Kissing back fervently, she collapsed yet again against Alistairs chest, her small chest heaving as she took in as much air as her small lungs could take.

It took her a few moments for her to catch her breath, but when her mind had finally started coming around, she looked up apologetically thinking she’d done something quite different to an orgasm to Alistair, “Lia sorry, Lia-“ she blurted out thinking that Alistair would be upset with her, she was terrified of losing her master affection more than anything else, and would have done anything to make it up to Alistair. But the brown haired man before her didn’t seem to mind at all, on the contrary he was smiling at her with a knowing smile, his question cutting off her apology, she was taken aback by his kindness, her heart racing as she lowered her eyes with guilt. “Lia feel good good” she mumbled, ashamed of confession. “Lia sorry, Master feel good, Lia do bad” she whimpered, her lip trembling as Alistairs kindness tore at her conscience. “Lia like Master, Lia like master lips, good feel” she added desperately trying to convey that her thoughts. She felt guilty, but she didn’t want to give the impression that she hadn’t enjoyed it.

She whimpered again when she felt Alistair gently push his hands against her, her eyes closing as she once again expected a beating. Or perhaps he’d had enough playing and would do that painful thing where he shoved himself in her small tight pussy? She’d get used to it eventually, but it always hurt so badly when men forced themselves into her. She’d never been prepared for entry before, so when Alistair started lapping at her sex, her scarlet eyes sprang open with shock, her head shaking from side to side in pleasure as she tried to push him away. “Master no, Lia dirty” she cried, her guilt overflowing, she’d never defied anything her previous masters had done to her, but that was because she didn’t care about them. As far as they were concerned she was just a machine, and Lia in return thought of her role to please as a job, and not something that could be enjoyed under any circumstance. Trying to squirm up the stairs, her golden hair fanned out around her she moaned out again, her senses betraying her as she felt her masters warm wet tongue lap her hungrily. Pleasure wasn’t completely foreign to her, but never had it come in such high doses, and constantly over such a short period of time. She felt as if she didn’t deserve so much pleasure, so many rewards when she’d done nothing for Alistair herself. “Master?” she asked timidly, unused to asking for permission. “Lia want Master feel good too, Lia like Master, Lia do good, please?” she begged, her face had been flushed from the force of her orgasm, but her pleading had caused her face to redden further as she begged someone for the first time. This wasn’t mechanical like her other experiences, it wasn’t duty that caused her to speak, but a desire to please someone she really liked. Something she’d never felt before, but something she enjoyed feeling regardless.
 
Alistair smiled as the little girl tried to push him away, holding his ground firmly while lapping at her sweet cunt. She looked so cute, trying to resist how much bliss she felt at the moment. Adorable, even. He continued to lick and slurp up her juices while she thrashed about gently and moaned those soft cries of bliss he so desperately craved to hear now. He loved to hear that Lia was feeling good, he almost didn't care about his own need and desire.

"Lia isn't doing bad. Master hasn't let Lia try yet." The young man didn't want her to feel bad for any of this. She was such a sweet little girl, and he wanted her to enjoy the new feelings she was receiving. However, after he heard her plead and beg to return the favor, she'd asked in such a cute manner that couldn't be denied. He shifted his body to sit on the floor, hands moving to unzip damp, cum-stained jeans and reveal his flesh pressing hard against his underpants. Then, blushing up quite a bit, he slowly pulled them down as well, his firm cock popping out and standing at attention, throbbing with excitement and leaking precum from the tip. A small amount of thick, warm substance could be seen in a thin layer upon the manhood, from his previous 'orgasm'. The young man groaned softly as he watched Lia's reaction, hoping it appealed to her. It was quite larger than average, and though most women would find it attractive, he wasn't sure if such a young one would find it a bit intimidating or not. "I...Is this what Lia wants?" Alistair didn't know why he was so nervous. Maybe he felt a need of confirmation in that he was satisfying, just as Lia felt towards him. Who really knew, though?
 
Tossing her head as she continued to squirm away, she was close. She could feel that unfamiliar, yet blissful pleasure building up inside her again, her body craved for the sweet release, but her mind still told her how wrong it was, and with Alistair’s face still lapping and slurping at her sex, there was no way she’d allow herself to make the same mistake twice. Though if he kept going, if he kept pressing that wonderful hot tongue against her she wasn’t sure how much longer she could…..

Her trail of thought suddenly stopped as Alistair seemed to reluctantly pull away, and for a second she was afraid she’d upset him with her words. She’d never told someone what ‘she’ wanted to do, and because of this, asking Alistair to let her please him was foreign territory to her. An awkward second passing before she let out a relieved sigh, scrambling back into a seated position as she bended her legs and sat patiently as Alistair began relieving himself of some unnecessary fabric.

Her eyes following the movement of Alistair’s hands as he began to unzip his pants, she felt a strange tingly feeling between her legs, a sensation that made her feel uncomfortable, but at the same time, a feeling she didn’t really mind. Shifting her legs a bit and rubbing her thighs together, she wanted something, but the concept of wanting a cock inside her was something she simply couldn’t bring herself to think about, and because of it, her mind was conflicted with messages and ideas.

The sight of Alistairs tented underpants made her discomfort heighten significantly, she couldn’t help herself anymore, lowering a finger to her slit and rubbing the entrance lewdly before slipping a finger in her soaking went cunt. Her heart was beating almost painfully, and her breathing was so heated that one could nearly see the white perspiration she exhaled.

She’d wait it out….. she’d already crossed enough boundaries with Alistair, and she didn’t want to annoy him any further by making the first move on him. She’d wait for permission like a good girl, like a…..
Alistair’s cock suddenly sprang out, relieved of its prison, it stood up proudly twitching with anticipation as it seemed to call out to her. The sight of precum stirring another foreign emotion within her. Excitement. He was so big, so hard, and the mere thought of having something so strong and powerful within her tight pussy nearly sent her over the edge. She wanted Alistair inside of her. She wanted him to please her the way a man would a woman.

“Sorry Master” she cried out, unable to restrain herself as she lunged forward with the agility of an alleycat. A string of saliva stretching vertically inside her mouth as she opened her sweet little lips as wide as she could before taking in as much of Alistair’s length in one swift motion. Her mouth fervently sucking on his throbbing cock with desire and enthusiasm, as he tongue darted outward and started lapping up the precum, and creamy white substance that she was all too familiar with. “Mhmm” she moaned sliding her head back and forwards. Her knee’s bent, both her hands resting on Alistair toned thighs caressing them unintentionally. She hadn’t even noticed how thirsty she was until the precum started sliding down her throat. The creamy cum tangling around her tongue and sticking to the back of her mouth as continued to please Alistair, she wanted more, she wanted his come. “Maftah Lia wanf Maftah cum” she begged, her crimson eyes peering up pleadingly at the blue eyes above her.
 
Alistair's head was thrown back as Lia suddenly sprang forward, wrapping her lips firmly around his thick flesh. The feeling was instant intense bliss, a feeling of which could not be rivaled to any past experience he'd ever had. Not even the act he'd received a few years ago could begin to compete with this. Perhaps there was an emotional aspect to this intimacy after all?

He was unable to think much past that point, as he lost all focus and rested his hands on Lia's small head, hands curling into her hair to hold a couple hands full. "Oh, Lia! Yes! Lia's mouth makes Master feel good!" His form shuddered with each blissful moment of her assault on his cock, sucking and slurping on it while they maintained loving eye contact. "I...I'm gonna cum! Master is going to cum!" There was no holding back the young man's pleasure, the feel of the girl stuffing her mouth full of his manhood giving him the greatest feeling he'd ever had...so far. Ali panted loudly and let out loud moans and groans as he laced his fingers into Lia's long, beautiful hair.

After a few minutes of playful gentle tugging of Lia's hair, moaning and groaning, Ali finally hit his most blissful peak ever. His cock throbbed and pulsed hard as he was hit by his orgasm like a bus. The thick, hot cum shot out in long, thick ropes that began to fill Lia's petite mouth, his eyes never leaving her own for a second of the orgasm; not even to blink. For the next several seconds, there was nothing else in existence. Only Lia and he were on that mortal coil, and he could've lived that way for the rest of his life, very happily.

Painting the inside of her mouth and throat, the young man finally cried out, "Yes!! Liaaa!!" With his final shot of semen, he simply sat there, panting heavily and staring down into those perfect, innocent crimson pools while she did with his hot cum as she pleased, watching the girl did as she wished with a tired smile.
 
It was just so big! Not the biggest she’d seen, but it was easily in the top three, but there wasn’t a shred of doubt in her head that Alistairs hard pulsing cock was her dick of choice. The way it throbbed between her lips, the way it made her feel, everything about it was perfect. She’d always hated giving a man oral sex. She’d always been a bit turned off by the idea as she found it dirty, but Alistair’s manhood was different, hygiene was the furthest thing from her mind, her tongue coiling around his powerful organ, her mouth had been stretched uncomfortably the sheer size of the cock, and she couldn’t get it all in, but she tried. Constantly rocking her head forward, taking in a bit more each time, her jaw was starting to ache, and for a second she felt her confidence falter. She’d asked Alistair if he’d allow her to pleasure him, which meant Lia had to please Alistair more than she’d pleased any man before him. It wasn’t obligation that fueled her but desire. She wanted Alistair to be special for her, Alistair without doubt stood at the pinnacle of all the men that had come to her, and Lia in turn wanted to be the girl that Alistair thought the most fondly of.

She winced as she tried to take him an entire inch deeper, the hard erection already pressing against the back of her throat, she nearly gagged at the feeling of having his manly cock slide down her slick wet throat. She might have even pulled it out completely if it hadn’t been for those gentle hands that kneaded her head. “Mhmmmf” she moaned, enjoying the feeling of Alistair’s fingers running through her long blond hair. She closed her crimson eyes, enjoying the feeling, the sound of her masters blissful shouts of approval making her shudder with pleasure as well, she couldn’t possibly pull away now. She couldn’t exactly respond to him without pulling away, so she decided the best she could do, and gaze happily at Alistair, her eyes conveying her thoughts and emotions as she purred her affectionate approval, her throat reverberating and constricting on the invading manhood which was still wedged between her throat, she didn’t care how uncomfortable it made her feel anymore. She wanted her master to call her name again, she wanted his affection, but for now she wanted his hot sticky cum flowing through her body. Tossing away her discomfort, a look of determination flaring up behind those fiery eyes, Lia forced her mouth down on the remaining few inches. Her face buried against his pubic hair, she inhaled deeply one last time, savoring the musky manly scent before her air circulation was cut off as the passage between her mouth and lungs were blocked of by Alistairs juicy rod.

She didn’t know how long she’d last, but when she heard Alistair declare his release, there was no way she was pulling away. She didn’t even need to swallow anything as the big hard cock short powerful steady streams down her throat and straight down into her stomach, her insides already filled with the creamy volcanically searing liquid she knew she couldn’t take anymore, she was already full, her stomach already bulging a bit as Alistair continued to shoot load after load down her mouth, she was forced to pull her head back, she was starting to worry she wouldn’t be able to take it all when Alistair called out her name lustfully and crying his approval. His voice sent her over the edge, Her body convulsing yet again with pleasure as she felt fluid creeping down her thighs and collecting as a pool on the floor around her knee’s.

The last shot was too much, she’d pulled out too far during her own orgasm, and the force of the last burst of semen hit the back of her throat and instead of complying with the rules of gravity, hit the back of her tongue and slid right back out of her small petite lips. Having pulled away completely now, the cum began dripping down on her slender breasts.

Lia’s eyes filled with defeat, a saddened look that arose from the fact that she hadn’t been able to swallow it all, she shook her head slowly before pulling both her hands up to her breasts scooping up the fluid coiling it around her fingers before depositing it in her mouth, her tongue snaking out and wrapping around her fingers as she sucked her fingers clean, she wasted no time. Reapplying her fingers with cum, her tongue running lewdly along each finger, before taking each cum coated finger and suckling on it enthusiastically. It took her a few seconds, but when she was done, she licked her lips seductively one last time before climbing atop Alistair once more and collapsing against Alistair, her head resting against his chest, as she finally allowed herself to calm down from the throes of passion. Her heated cum scented breath brushing against Alistair’s shirt. She was full, completely spent and exhausted, having experienced that wonderful sensation twice in the span of a few minutes she should have fallen asleep, her eyes drooping wearily.

But she wasn’t satisfied yet, she still wanted more. And her desire forced her to pries her eyes open, her tired eyes looking up once again into those deep blue orbs. “Master finish?” she asked cutely, her question being hinted with the hopes that he’d still have one last spurt of energy left in him, She wrapped her arms around his neck once more, just like the way she had when she’d first started rubbing her sex against his. “Lia want Master inside” she pleaded, her body shaking as she rubbed her dripping sex against the cum covered cock before her. “Please Master?” she whined, her bottom lip quivering, and her scarlet eyes narrowing desperately, she didn’t want to cry, crying was bad. But she didn’t know if she could hold her tears back if she was rejected. She knew Alistair would if he could. She trusted him enough for him to go another round if he could, but she just really wanted him inside her. She’d spent thirteen years of her life not wanting anything. So she hoped she’d be allowed this self-indulgence, this wish, even if she’d have to wait another thirteen years for her next wish.
 
Alistair held Lia closely to himself as she climbed back on top of his lap. He kissed the top of her head, wrapped his left arm around her waist, and the right made to stroke her hair. He couldn't believe how incredible Lia had make him feel! Her war lips, the hot mouth, the slickness of her tongue, and lord, her throat was tight! He could hardly believe he shot his cum right down her throat! It and always been a major fetish of his, and he could never find anything for it on the internet; not even in the cartoon area. His wildest thoughts would never have told him it was possible like this in reality...

Firmly pressing his chest against the young girl's, he gently rubbed his skin against hers, using his now partially erect nipples to tease her own while hungrily leaning in to suck on Lia's tender neck. That was when he felt her shift slightly, moving back after leaving his love mark upon the side of her neck and stared deep into her eyes. He felt her arms wrap around his neck as they had before, and felt her heated sex grind roughly against his hard rod. Alistair couldn't wait anymore either; he needed Lia. Badly.

"Let Master and Lia become one." He didn't know if she knew what he meant, but he nonetheless continued to move his hands to the gentle curve of her bottom, angling his flesh to slip inside of the youthful pussy. The young man penetrated slowly, never stopping looking at Lia's expression to know when to stop moving inside, when to continue, and he'd decided he would start with half his length. "Lia can start moving when she's ready. Master will move with Lia to make us both feel the best." Smiling warmly, he wished he could steal those lips away, but he wanted to hear every whimper, moan, and cry of bliss that came from her lips. He craved to hear them.
 
Confused at first, she quickly obliged when Alistair tried to pull her towards him. It wasn’t something the other men did to her, so she hadn’t even known how good it felt to be lovingly pulled towards someone she cared for. And put frankly, it was probably the next best thing to orgasming…. Feeling Alistair’s lips press lightly on her forehead, she had to reconsider that thought, it was the third best thing. She wasn’t used to being held like this, but she’d crossed a few boundaries with Alistair already, and he hadn’t gotten upset with her yet, so she figured she’d just do what she wanted to do. And right now she wanted to cuddle up against his firm chest, her face nuzzling against it like a kitten, her actions accompanied by an affectionate purr before she turned her face upwards and gave the side of Alistairs face a slippery wet lick. A playful smile on her face as Alistair turned to her, before tightening her grip around his shoulders, their bodies grinding sexually against eachother as she felt the hardness of Alistairs body pressing up against hers, she let out a surprised gasp at the sensation when the little bump at the tip of her small breasts rubbed against something similar on Alistairs toned chest. Her moaning only getting louder as Alistair get her little reprieve his succulent lips wrapping around her neck, it was one thing she couldn’t handle.

“Master please… no… neck” she whimpered shivering violently it wasn’t as intense as when he’d lapped his tongue directly against her sex, but it was pretty damn close, and she wanted to cum with Alistair inside her this time. Third time was a charm, and she felt she’d been making Alistair do all the work the whole time, and given very little in exchange. “Lia no cum, Master cock inside first…..” she pleaded trying to squirm her neck away from his, despite having her hands still firmly wrapped around his broad shoulders, Alistair seemed to finally get her message and after suckling on it and leaving a bright red hickey that nearly sent her over the edge, she finally felt her wish pressing into her.

“Master… Lia likes Master lots” she confessed kissing the other cheek “No one, like go half if one.” She didn’t really understand what he meant at all, and tried to correct his strange words, but her lecturing quickly came to an end when she felt that rock hard cock pressing into her, the cum stained cock sliding into her dripping wet pussy, she shuddered in pleasure, her legs twitching uncontrollably as her grip tightened around Alistair yet again. She didn’t know why Alistair was going so slow, nor why it didn’t hurt like it usually did. Instead her body caught fire as something so large pressed into her much smaller canal. “Master! Lots good, lots lots lots good” she shouted out, panting heavily, completely out breath by the time Alistair had slipped half his length inside her. It didn’t feel at all like what she was used to. For one, there was intense resistance, but it didn’t hurt at all. The pleasure wracking her body however was causing her to tense up, her head resting on Alistairs shoulders as she took in a deep breath, and exhaled slowly. Her wet walls clenching down mercilessly as they tried to pulverize the invading organ with her soft slick cum coated inner walls.

Lia didn’t know what her Master meant by him moving to her, it’d always been the man doing all the work, and she hadn’t been permitted to control the speed, nor depth she was penetrated at. And had it been anyone else she might have asked to stop completely. But it wasn’t someone else. It was her Master. The master she loved. Not some silly master that would hurt her and make her cry.

Lia raised her head, her eyes closing as she took in a big long breath, her lungs filling with air, before she blew out hard, her body lowering at a rapid pace, her body actually hurting by the time she’d reached the seven inch mark, tears started streaming down her face, but she didn’t stop, she wanted Alistair completely inside her, and she wasn’t going to let a bit of pain get in her way. Warrping her small slender legs around Alistair’s back and resting them against his backside, She clenched down hard on him, her body shaking so violently that she started feeling like a vibrator. It felt like she was being split in two. He was just too big, and she was certain that he’d penetrated further into her than any man had before. His cock buried hilt deep inside her, she tried to smile to assure Alistair she was okay, but the only thing that came out was a blissful whimper. “In, Master inside Lia” she mewled happily, feeling a second heart beat within her. “M-master feel good?” she asked a bit nervously, her tears halting themselves, though her cheeks remained moist. She’d forced him inside deeper than a penis should travel, his cock passing the vaginal canal and pressing against her cervix, she hadn’t paid heed to how she could have caused Alistair discomfort due to her tightness, it wouldn’t have been possible had she not been so deliciously dripping wet.
 
Alistair groaned loudly from the pleasure of her forcing him deep within her tight flesh, feeling his mouth open uncontrollably while he found it impossibly difficult to express this intensity of bliss. Five...six...seven...she was still going, sliding even more inside of her! It was unbelievable how far he'd gotten, and all he could do was stare at her face until he felt something else touch him. It was her bottom against his hips. She'd actually taken his entire length! He could feel her walls tightening around him like crazy, and when he'd looked back up into her eyes, he saw tears staining her cheeks.

However, when he'd begun trying to comfort the youth, he heard her basking in the fact that he was completely inside of her, then asking him if he felt good. She appeared to be nervous, although about what, he didn't know. All he knew was that her extremely tight flesh was the most incredible feeling he'd ever had, and the most he would ever have. His body started to take shudders and uncontrollable twitches, the sheer amount of bliss becoming intoxicating. "L-Lia! Master f-feels too good!" However, as he thought of what she might think of doing because of it, he added, "B-but don't stop..! Master loves it! Master loves Lia!" Leaning in quickly, the man hungrily and passionately kissed the girl, moaning loudly into her mouth. She'd managed to drive him insane with lustful need, and she'd only taken him inside!

"T-Tell Master what Lia wants...Master will do anything for Lia!" He wanted to fulfill every wish the girl had in her little mind. He needed to make her happy. It had become a drug to him at this point, feeling a great burst of loving pleasure within him every time she gave a positive comment or a blissful whine or moan. Lia's violent shaking was going to put him into a pleasure coma, with her body feeling as if he were enclosed by a hot, tight and oh so hot vibrator designed especially for him. Alistair's hands went down to squeeze her hips firmly, but not to cause discomfort, and curled his legs underneath Lia to cross his legs. He couldn't keep them straight for some reason. It just felt too good! That was his mind's reason for a lot of things he was doing and feeling now in the past twenty minutes or so. He never wanted it to end! He never wanted to leave this old, run down house ever again.
 
His hard cock felt amazing throbbing within her, each pulse rocking her entire body with pleasure, she wanted nothing more than to feel Alistair in action, but what pleased her just as much was the look of pure bliss on his face. Something she’d seldom seen in men before, it wasn’t just lust that adorned his eyes, but a certain fondness, a kindness and compassion that made her want to keep doing more and more for Alistair. She didn’t need him to reassure her that she was doing well, though it certainly didn’t mean his praise was of any less value. Her heart tingling with warmth as she felt acknowledged, appreciated, and perhaps even loved.

His words did cause her mind to sway to reconsider her actions, “Too good?” she murmured a bit concerned lifting herself up a few inches, her sopping wet cunt still impaled on the heated erection, she was about to pull herself off to what she assumed was a more comfortable position for Alistair, when she was subsequently told not to stop. Her determination renewed, she fell back ontop of him with one swift motion, her soft bottom colliding with his hips, the sound of skin slapping against skin barely noticeable as Lia moaned out loudly, “Yes, Master, G-good…” she whimpered hugging herself close to Alistair’s firm chest, her heart being sent aflutter when Alistair said he loved her, she didn’t know what it was about the word, having never heard it before, but it was her intuition that picked up on how it felt a lot like when Alistair said he liked her, the way he said it though seemed more intense, more meaningful, and if there was a level of affection above ‘lot like’ she wanted to give it all to Alistair. “Lia loves Master, please?” she asked cutely, her red eyes hopeful that she’d used the word correctly, and that Alistair would react fondly to her comment. Her question intending to ask if Alistair would let her love him too, she could only hope that it wasn’t one of those words that hinted at a vertical relationship between them, she knew it was ‘wrong’ but she wanted to be Alistair’s equal, a horizontal bond that would elevate her existence to something more than just a toy to be used by lonely desperate men. Responding to the kiss with a wet desperate kiss of her own as she wasted no time mingling her own tongue against his, she mewled into the kiss, genuinely believing that there was nothing now that could keep her away from Alistair, she’d completely forgotten about everything except his wonderful warm existence.

“Lia want Master big yummy dick” she replied, the response rolling off her tongue with no effort, she paused after doing so though, her mind telling her that a big cock stuffed in her was only part of the equation. “No… Lia want Master, Lia love Master” she added softly, her words thoughtful and laced with affectionate desire. “Master happy, Lia happy, Master feel good, Lia feel good” she whispered lifting herself off Alistairs nine inches yet again to raise her body enough to flick the lobe of Alistair’s ear with her wet tongue. “Master feel good, please?” she asked mischeviously. Licking her lips before plunging the cock completely inside her again. The pleasure was undescribable, and she could only hope that her Master was feeling the same way she was. She didn’t stop this time though, her arms resting on his broad strong shoulders, as she used them to pull herself up, a lustful look in her eyes as she slammed back down again, harder and harder each time, there’d been a bit of pain mixed in the wave of pleasure at first, but after the third or fourth time, she couldn’t even remember what pain felt like.

Tossing her head backwards, her golden hair spraying into the air as saliva drooled shamelessly down the side of her mouth and down her neck. She let out a high pitched wail, as she continued to bury herself hilt deep against Alistairs dripping cock. It took a few more seconds before she realized the pleasure double, the feeling of Alistair’s tightened testicles slapping against her backside each time she came down more than enough to convince Lia that the increased pleasure had come from her master reciprocating the sexual gesture. “Yes! Lia loves, Lia loves Master! Lia loves Master lots!” she cried feeling her orgasm threatening to wash over her body at any second.

She made a crucial mistake then though, her mind imagining Alistair’s hot sticky cum filling her already filled stomach with more of his seed, the thought caused what little resistance her mind could muster to crumble helplessly. Her body thrusting back forward as she squeezed her arms around Alistairs waist with as much force as she could, so that she wouldn’t fall off from the sheer, pleasure. Her pussy gripping Alistairs cock like a vice, as her sweet sexual essence flowed out and over his manhood. She was trembling, trembling so badly with pleasure that she was struggling to remain conscious, her mind blank with pure ecstasy “A-Alis… tair” she moaned, not even realizing that she’d called out something different to what she’d intended.
 
Ali smiled warmly as she asked a question in words that no other man could understand. However, he felt a loving, playful connection with her, and had little trouble understanding what Lia meant. "Lia can love Master. She never needs permission or that." He then leaned down to kiss Lia, closing eyes and holding her in his embrace. He never wanted to let the girl go; he never wanted this night to end. He wished they could just stay here and give each other pleasure for the rest of time. Of course, his thought process ended completely as he felt her start to get up, licking his earlobe and groaning softly in bliss. Giving a pleading look, he hardly had a second to form words to say before she took the entire length back inside with one fall of her body. No possible words created by any sentient creature could ever describe the feelings he'd just received at that moment.

Once he'd gotten the strength to cry out, he did, and quite loudly at that. "Oh, Lia! Yes! Lia feels so damn good!" He tried to keep the cursing to a minimum, but she was his lover anyway, so why the hell not? She'd certainly heard worse, he'd already heard straight from her mouth. Now, each time the youth plunged his flesh deep within, he would pull her down by the hips and buck his hips upward for an intense smack of the hips that could've made him cum if given a few minutes all by themselves. Continuing this act, the young man leaned in to suck hard on Lia's neck, this time on the untouched side, starting to make a new bruise from the intense sucking.

Upon feeling Lia's entire body tense up, Alistair moaned loudly while the tightness of Lia's pussy finally made Ali cum again, pumping her hot, tight cunt full of the thick, creamy semen she so desperately wanted from him. His head was thrown back as he popped from her neck with a loud sucking sound. His cock head threatened to penetrate the womb, with how much it swelled with bliss, shot after shot emptying into Lia until her womb was full, and the excess cum flowed from her sex, running down her thighs and onto his crotch. However, this wasn't the greatest feeling he'd had all night. The greatest feeling was when he heard a light whimper, of her calling out to him by his true name. Tears welling up in his eyes of sheer joy, he wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed Lia's ear before saying, "Lia...I will always love you, Lia."
 
When she was given permission to love Alistair, she felt something inside her thrashing about with joy. She’d felt a bond with Alistair only after a few mere minutes of talking to him, and nearly half an hour later she willing to devote her life to him if he wanted her to. She’d never had that much of a connection to life anyway. The same dusty old walls, the same dark old hallways, the only thing that changed were the faces of the smelly old men that came here. And frankly, it was probably the only thing she’d preferred to have stayed the same. Though she was certain now that Alistair would be a face that wouldn’t change for a long time. For as long as she offered her body to him, he promised to come back. And while she was rather turned off by general sex, the thought of being held in Alistairs embrace while having her hot wet pussy drilled and violated by his big hard cock was only a fraction away from making her reach her climax.

She’d held it in though, simply because she didn’t want the pleasure to end. Shifting her feathery weight around it hadn’t taken her long to feel Alistair thrusting back savagely inside her, his words as carnal and lust filled as her own, his strong hands on her hips and dominating her in a way that sent her crazy, lusting for his warmth, his touch, his love. The sound of skin against skin reverberated throughout the mansion, and for a second Lia’s mind had come back enough for her to recall that she was forgetting something, something about making her session with Alistair quick so that she wouldn’t have to…. It was no use, she couldn’t keep her mind straight beyond that as Alistair had commenced giving her nape some much desired attention, his lips forming a tight suction as they shot electric currents through her body, Lia simply moaned out louder, pressing her slim body harder against Alistair, grinding herself to the point it nearly hurt, her entire body was in bliss, from the tips of her toes, to every strand of her hair that seemed to encircle the two of them light a protective light, the golden barrier, moving back and forwards along with Lia’s motions, she’d finally lost control crying fiercely as her body was wracked with the most powerful orgasm yet, her actions were met in kind as Alistair too seemed to finally have reached his limit, a the burning creamy elixir blasting into her needy cunt, it seemed to only accept each wave of semen with lustful joy, sucking harder and harder, trying to pull Alistair in deeper than physically possible.

Torn between the joy of being loved, and the satisfaction of being filled with the cum of the person she loved, she shivered again, her weakening orgasm renewing itself as Alistair continued to fill her with the fluid she desired. More and more was entering her small body, and she wasn’t sure how much more she could take, she’d already swallowed so much…. And now her other lips had taken an incomparable load in as well, but instead of feeling sick, she was happy. A happy purr of approval from her nuzzling face as she was told that she was loved. “Lia love Maste….Alis..tair?” she said sweetly, lifting herself up and giving Alistair a gentle peck on the cheek. “No stop, love Alistair, Alistair Lia(s) Master…..” she said happily her lust slowly calming down as she sat their, her face buried in Alistair’s chest. “Lia no love Master, Lia love Alistair master… always.”
 
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