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Conquered Rewards (DareToDream & Vivid Fizz)

Her arms laced around his neck as he held her. The warmth of his body was comforting. Like a little curl she pressed her head in to the safety of his chest. Tears fell on the material of his clothes as she clung to him desperately. He may have been the one to have ordered the reason to her agony but now he was the only contact she had to a hard human body. He was something that could comfort her, hold her as she shook.

Gilloleth did not know how long she wept against that man or how much time she had spent in silence, hiccupping as the last of her sobs faded away. Slowly she pulled her face away from his body and looked up at him. Her violet eyes were still shimmering from her tears, her cheeks flushed, and her bottom lip trembling.

“I didn’t mean too…” but she trail off, looking away from him. Anger at herself formed. How could she have let him hold her. Her hands formed into tense balls and the urge to start beating on him came. She slid her hands down and brought them down on his chest three times, as hard as she could.
 
Thomas held the half elf as if she was a forlorn child wrenched from its mother and lost and scared, offering what comfort he could to her. Her tears dampened his clothing but he did not mind. It was a small price to pay to be able to hold such a wondrous being in his arms. The fact that he was the reason for the tears continued to weigh heavily on him though. In all his years of fighting, there were very few decisions that he regretted but his decision today, to take the lives of her friends and destroy her troupe, was caused him ache. The fact that he did not know who they were did little to absolve him of his guilt.

Her body shook in his arms and still he held her. When she looked at him, her eyes tear stained, her cheeks flushed, and her lip trembling, his heart melted for her even more. She started to speak but her words trailed off and suddenly her entire stance changed, her fist forming tight balls. She began to beat on him then, her small fists slamming into his chest again and again, all of her frustration, her sadness, and her anger blasting out. Each blow rocked him a little but he let her do it. She was causing no real harm and he understood the emotions racing through her. Many a time he had punched a wall because of similar frustrations. Finally he put his arms around her again and pulled her close, his hand caressing her hair. “Shush my sweet” he said. “I understand your anger at me but let me make amends.”
 
The bard gave a shuddering gasp as he pulled her in so close that she could not beat upon him anymore. Her body was shaking horridly now. All of the pent up frustration in her dispensed, her nerves were shot. Without much she could do she rested her head on his shoulder and heaved a sigh. This was what she was reduced to; a weakling whom swooned in the arms of a man she did not know.

“How are you going to do that?” she asked in a small voice. She looked up at him. This warlord was not that terrible looking she decided. Masculine and large; his hands could easily fit around her waist, a strong face with strong features. She became angry at herself for thinking that.
 
Thomas held the woman close, his arms encircling her, nurturing her, protecting her. He felt her trembling and tried to envelop her in his warmth, covering her with it as best he could. Though he knew her chills were not from the cold, he didn’t know what else to do so he gave what he could. He knew she was feeling wrung out and tired and would soon need to rest.

He looked down at her when he heard her sigh escape her lovely lips and was once again amazed by her tender beauty. Though her eyes were bloodshot and her cheeks pale from her tears, she still caught his eye. He could feel her body pressed against his, her breasts against his chest, and his heart began to beat faster. He softly stroked her hair with one hand, his fingers sliding through her strands calmly. His other hand held her there so he could be with her in that moment in the only way possible. He smiled at her. “I will hold a competition, bringing in performers from all the lands, and use it to help you rebuild your troupe. I can never replace those I took from you but perhaps I can help you find another family.” He knew the performers were not her family in the true sense but like he and his soldiers, when you share time together like they did, you become close.
 
She rested against him. Her body was weak. Too weak to do anything but rest against him. His scent entered her senses. He smelled like a man, too. Perhaps she could find comfort here. It was not completely unknown for someone to deal with grief by looking to another person. She looked up at him, her eyes locking with his. A lump rose in her in her throat and she took a hard swallow.

“I don’t want a new troupe,” she said. “Not yet. It’s too soon. Later, maybe later, but right now I want to feel alive.”

Her lips brushed against his. Right now she did not want to think of what may happen or what happened. “I don’t want to live amongst the dead tonight.”

This wasn’t what she really wanted. As a virgin the idea of sexual contact frightened her. At that moment her grieving took over. This hole needed to be filled with something. If it did not, she felt as if she would burst from her sorrow.
 
Thomas nodded, look at her. He understood. Perhaps later, when she had healed, she would want it. His eyes widened when her lips brushed his and flames roared through his body, igniting his nerves and melting her insides. He closed his eyes, remembering the brief touch, and stroked her face. “Then be alive, my sweet” he whispered before he returned her kiss.

His touch was light at first, his lips lightly touching hers, but the more he touched her, the more he became inflamed. His hands began to lightly stroke her back, massaging her and touching her. He angled his head a little, kissing her deeper, then broke his kiss and nuzzled her neck, kissing it gently. He longed for this woman, to make her his, but she was grieving and he would not take her by force. “You are so beautiful” he whispered in her ear, nipping at it softly.
 
This kiss sent little fires of passion through her. It made her forget, at least for a little while, that her childhood friends had been taken from her. His warmth made her body tingle and for the first time that day she felt relief. Her eyes closed and she soaked up the caring attention. Without hesitation she tilted her head back and let him kiss and nip at the delicate column of her neck. Passion was blinding her better judgment and making her blood race.

“Please,” she begged though she had no idea what she was begging for until her words escaped her pouting lips. “Make me not remember. Take away the hurt.”

Her hand intertwined through his hair. Her breath was a little rougher and through her top of her dress the small peaks of her nipples began to poke through. How Gilloleth hated him. This was the man who had taken her, hit her, and tied her up. This was the man who ordered her friends to be murdered. This was the man who killed without hesitation.

He was also a man and that was the most important part.
 
Thomas heard her plea and his breath quickened. He had been the one to cause her hurt and now she was giving him a chance to take it away, if only for one night. He fell for her further in that moment, to know that, in the face of tragedy and grief, she could offer up this kernel of hope to him, that he might make amends in the tiniest of ways. And the way was one he embraced with a passion.

His hands moved into her hair and he pulled her closer, increasing the pressure of his kiss, his tongue snaking out and lightly tracing her lips. He nipped at her lower lip, capturing it between his teeth and tugging on it, then dipped his mouth to her neck again and sucked on it softly and gently. He then nipped her skin once, twice, then licked the redness away.

One hand left her hair and slowly moved to the front of her dress, caressing her belly before sliding up and cupping her breast lightly. He tweaked her nipple through her clothing, rolling it between his fingers and tugging on it lightly. He trailed his lips down over her chin to her neck, kissing and suckling his way down her skin to the top of her dress. He drew his tongue over her clothing until he reached her nipple. He let his tongue trace it lightly, letting her feel what it might be like when she was nude, then lightly bit down on it, tugging it through the fabric. While he teased her nipple, he slid a hand under her legs and her back and lifted her up, carrying her to the bed.
 
The bard bit her lip as he pulled and pinched at her nipples. It felt good. Gods, did it feel good. Gilloleth groaned and made noises of pleasure. Even through the silk of her dress his mouth sent little shivers of pleasure through her. Her mind fogged and she forgot her troubles. As he lifted her up, she wrapped slender arms around his neck, pushing his head closer to her chest.

“More,” she begged. She gave a shuddering gasp. It was wonderful. Every second was bliss. “Please, please, please.”

It was as if that was the only thing she could say at that moment. A strange feeling started between her legs, hot and throbbing. It made her need all the more acute. Everything melted away and all that she knew was the need and desire coursing through her. All that was there was the two of them.

In the morning she would regret and grieve and become furious. In the morning.
 
Thomas buried his head in the maiden’s chest as he lifted her and carried her to the bed. His tongue continued to tease her nipple through the silk of her dress, her shivers and moans spurring him on. He reached the bed and gently laid her down on it, climbing on after her. He hovered over her, his arms next to her shoulders, and leaned down, kissing her. Lips and lips, he let his passion pour out, tilting his head and kissing her forcefully. His tongue stroked her lips briefly before he slid them away from her and kissed her cheek. He licked and kissed his way to her neck, where he sucked and nipped at her skin, working his way down, then back up. His tongue licked out and traced her earlobe, caressing it, teasing it. He nuzzled her neck, then claimed her lobe between his teeth and bit it lightly before gently sucking on it.

One hand began to stroke her side then, caressing her dress, his palm moving over every inch of her. Hips, belly, legs, breasts, stopping at her breasts to lightly stroke them and massage them. His rough palms scraped her over nipples, which were pushing through her dress again. He left her ear and kissed his way to her mouth again, capturing it in a passionate kiss before sliding down over her chin to the front of her neck. One hand reached up and slid the strap of her dress down off her shoulder. Switching hands, he slipped the other strap off. He kissed his way down her neck, licking and nipping, until he reached the top of her dress. Taking the top of it in his teeth, he gently pulled it down, dragging it up and over her breasts, suddenly freeing them to the open air. He got the dress down below them and pushed it further down with his hand before licking the undersides of her breasts lightly, his tongue tasting her skin as it worked its way around her soft mounds.
 
This was all so new, so exciting. Despite her beauty and her profession, the bard had never gotten this far with someone. Her heart pounded almost brutally against her chest. Gilloleth closed her eyes and let him have her body. That delicious heat between her thighs grew and a wetness appeared there. The beautiful young woman could not think strait and that was the way she wanted it to be tonight.

The cool air kissed at her nipples as she was popped out of the top of her dress. Pale pink nipples rose and hardened as he licked and kissed at the underside of her full breasts. She arched her back and took in a sharp breath of air.

“Ah,” she murmured, opening her legs up wider. The scent of her arousal would likely be very evident by this time. “You’re making me feel so warm.”

Somehow she managed to writhe out of the rest of her dress. Her body was fit but she still had the curves of a woman. Gilloleth had been very lucky that she inherited the elf trait of having no body hair so her skin was smooth, pale, and flawless. A true gem for any warlord.
 
As the bard freed herself from her dress, Thomas continued his explorations of her body. He drew his lips down over her belly, tracing her navel, then slid back up, nipping and licking her skin. When he reached the undersides of her breasts again, he began to nibble on them lightly, nipping hard enough for her to feel it but not hard enough to leave a mark. He nipped and licked his way around her right breast, then slowly slid his tongue up and over her nipple, caressing it lightly. He then moved to her left breast and gave it the same sensual attention. Light licks and nips to her nipples occurred next before his lips descended on her and he sucked one into his mouth. As he sucked gently on her nipple, his teeth grazing it, he slowly slid a hand down her belly and between her legs, his fingers teasing her thighs before reaching her womanhood. He found that her body was smooth and he found that excited him more.

His fingers grazed her folds lightly, feeling her moisture and her heat, and he moaned. She was ready and willing but he wanted to take his time, to provide her with as much pleasure as possible. He stroked his fingers over her sex, pressing them inward without penetrating, then found her taut nub and began to circle it lightly, applying pressure with each pass. His mouth moved to her other nipple and began to pleasure it, his tongue flicking over it again and again as his hand teased her down below.
 
The attention to her nipples caused her to gasp. The hard little nubs stood erect against his tongue and teeth. Heat spread all over her body. It was delicious. She bit her lip and sucked it into her mouth and arch her back. Her hands moved through his hair and she gripped it, pulling him closer. Her body shuddered beneath him.

When he began to rub at her most sensitive of areas she cried out. Intense pleasure had shot from his fingertips. It was so amazing. So amazing… she began to grind her hips against his hand, wanting more pressure there. Her womanhood literally drooled from all of his musings.

“In me,” she begged, “please, rub inside of me.”

An itch had formed deep within her. One that needed that same stroking he was giving that hard cap of nerves he was teasing. Her body was craving more and more. And the more she craved the more she wanted to touch him and make him feel this good.
 
Thomas felt the bard responding to his touches, licks and nips and it drove him nuts, every nerve in his body firing on full charge and she hadn’t even really touched him yet. Her fingers were in his hair, pulling his head tighter against his chest and he eagerly continued to please her, his tongue, teeth and lips licking, nipping, and sucking continuously. Her taut nipples begged for attention and he made sure they got it, making her back arch repeatedly.

He moaned as he heard her cry out from his attentions between her legs and when she began to grind her hips against his hand, he almost lost it then and there. Her moisture was thick and slippery, allowing his hand to caress her easily. When she begged for him to stroke inside her, he carefully slid one finger between her folds, penetrating her slowly, easing it into her tight tunnel. He moved it in and out softly for a few seconds, loosening her muscles and getting her used to the feel of penetration, then slipped a second finger in. As his mouth descended on her nipple again, sucking it slowly, he began to pump his fingers in and out of her, speeding up then slowly down, then moving them around. Long slow strokes, as deep as he could go. He could tell she was a virgin, felt her maiden wall against his fingertips, and did not break it. Yet. That would come when she was ready. As he continued to thrust is fingers inside of her, he began to rub her tight sensitive bundle of nerves with his thumb, adding to her pleasure.
 
Her cries of pleasure became longer and louder. His fingers stretched and stroked her tight insides, making her mind cloud with the intensity of pleasure and want he was causing in her. This man; this horrible and terrible warlord, was driving away the misery of the death of her friends and the sight of them dying. Every stroke brought her closer to an explosion. Finally she could not take it any longer.

“In me,” she begged, her hand reached down and began to stroke him through his pants. “Put it in me.” Her delicate hand moved with desperation and want. Each movement rougher and faster than the last. It felt good to have something that big in her hands. To know that she was causing such hardness and desire to go through such a powerful man made her feel powerful as well.

((Sorry for taking so long! ))
 
Thomas moaned as he felt her hand on his stiff member, stroking him through his pants, each caress rougher and faster than the last. Her plea to feel him inside her caused him to twitch at the thought. He slowed his fingers movements and slowly withdrew them from her, bringing them to his mouth. He slowly sucked them clean, looking down at the beautiful half elf that lay before him, asking for more.

He dropped down and kissed her neck gently, then captured her lips for a passionate kiss, his hand lightly stroking her body. Breaking away, he nipped her ear and whispered. “It will be my pleasure love. How I’ve waited to hear those words.” He slowly sat up and undid his pants, quickly shimmying out of them. Next went his shirt and then his undergarment. He was now completely nude and he held there, staring down at her, before leaning over her again.

He nudged her legs apart with his thighs, then moved forward so that the tip of his erection grazed her inner thighs. Reaching down, he took it in his hand and slowly traced the head up and down her wet folds, then eased it inside her, holding there. He bent down and captured her lips again as he eased a little further inside her, moaning at her tightness. When he reached her virginal wall, he pulled back and broke his kiss. “This will briefly hurt my love but then you will feel pleasure.” He kissed her passionately then and thrust forward slowly, breaching her barrier before pulling out again to his tip. Slowly he rocked his hips forward one last time, sinking completely into her.
 
Giolleth whimpered as he moved away from her. Her violet eyes locked on to his body as he undressed. Every inch of him was mouth watering muscle. When he took off his pants, her eyes locked on his manhood. It was huge. At least she assumed it was. She had not seen very many but this one was larger than the ones she accidentally looked upon. This cock frightened her a little but she needed it to be put into her.

She sat up a little to watch as he guided it towards her. As soon as he began teasing her wetness though she fell back down, whimpering. Her legs opened wider, inviting him in. She kissed him back as he pressed inside of her. Her body stretched to accommodate him and she winced as he began to push at her maiden’s head.

The bard let out a sharp gasp, biting down on his lip. It did hurt. She closed her eyes as the pain faded. It was strange to be so full, stuffed completely inside of her. Slowly she began to move her hips to let him know she was ready.
 
Thomas moaned into their kiss as he sunk fully into the lovely bard, his hard cock sheathed tight in her wetness. Her gasp, and the feel of her teeth on his lower lip, made his heart sputter, then speed up so fast that he thought it would burst inside his chest cavity. He held there, deep inside her, until he felt her hips move slightly, drawing a groan from him.

He lifted up onto his arms and looked down at Gilolleth and smiled, then dipped his head and captured her lips with his. As his tongue plunged into her mouth and began to explore it, his hips began a gentle rocking motion, pulling his cock slowly out of her and sliding it back in. Each initial thrust was gentle, designed to heighten her pleasure this first time out. He broke their kiss and looked down at her, drowning in her wide violet eyes. “My lovely bard” he murmured. “So beautiful, so sexy. Your body craves mine and mine yours.” He rocked into her again, drawing a moan from his lips. “So tight, so wet” he whispered as he nipped at her ear. “Are you enjoying this?” he asked as he rocked into her again.
 
The gentle rocking felt like pure heaven. Shivers of pleasures shook her body. His huge member was able to stroke every sensitive nook and cranny of her womanhood. More of her natural lubricant produced and he slid more easily inside of her with each thrust. His lips, sweet and delicious, were causing more need to go through her body. Her mouth opened easily and she rubbed her tongue desperately against his.

His words sent waves through her. They were romantic. Not at all like the unemotional ones he spoke that killed her friends. These words made her feel like the most gorgeous thing to grace this planet. She moved beneath him, moving her body and hips in akin to his.

“I feel so good,” she whispered. “You’re making my body feel as if it is on fire.”
 
Her words were sweet honey to his ears and Thomas moaned in response. He was on fire also, every nerve in his body in flames, heat so intense he knew he’d melt inside her before they were done. Her body’s movements, in tune with his own, were driving his pleasure to new heights and he didn’t want it to stop. Not now, not ever. He began to rock inside her a little harder and a little faster, his hard manhood piercing her again and again.

One hand reached out to stroke her face gently, his thumb running over her cheek lovingly, teasing her skin with the pad of his finger. So beautiful, so loving, and she was his, at least at that moment, in that pleasurable moment. He leaned down then and captured her lips again, kissing her as if the world was ending tomorrow. For all he knew, it might be, but for now, this moment, he would make it last as long as possible.
 
A long loud moan came from her as he began to move faster and with more force inside of her. It felt good. So good. She rocked against him, increasing the friction between them. Perhaps she was being a little too forceful with the warlord, too demanding. Her place was beneath him technically and she had no right to be this way. Yet this untrained miss was being so and not caring what happened.

Her tongue pushed boldly into his mouth and began to stroke hungrily at his. Her hands reached up and began to pluck at her own nipples, pulling and twisting at them roughly. It seemed that Giolleth was quite the wanton little slut.

She pulled away from him, moaning loudly. “Oh gods! That is so good! Harder, please! Please my lord!”
 
Thomas enjoyed the feel of her mouth on his, their tongues exploring each other, and he slanted his head, kissing her even deeper. He felt her hands plucking at her nipples, feeling them bump his chest lightly each she pulled and twisted them, and he moaned into their kiss. This woman was driving him wild, in a way no woman had ever done before, and he could not get enough of her.

When she pulled away from his kiss, he used the moment to take her neck between his teeth, nibbling on her skin lightly, then ran his tongue down over her collarbone and breast, batting one of her hands away so he could seize a nipple between his lips. His tongue flicked over it incessantly and he began to nibble and suck on it, teasing it, torturing it with pleasure. When she moaned loudly, he released his hold on her and stared into her eyes. “Yes, milady” he said, nipping her chin. He paused in his thrusting then and, grabbing her legs quickly, he placed her feet on his shoulders, trusting in her flexibility as a dancer to keep this position from being uncomfortable for her. He leaned on his arms again and after nipping her chin a second time, he began to thrust inside her. Each hard stroke drove him deep into her body, bottoming out then thrusting back in. He put all of his energy and strength into each one, rocking her hard with each downward stroke, the bed banging the wall each time.
 
She moaned deeply as he listened to her request. Deeper and harder he pushed inside of her, rubbing against the most sensitive bundle of nerves inside of her. Each stroke brought her closer to sexual Nirvana. Her thrusting had stopped altogether, with her legs in that position she could not rock against him. Instead she let him have her completely. Gilloleth was a claimed woman at that moment, bending to the wills of this warlord.

The sound of the bed hitting the wall with each thrust only drove her passions on more. She arched her back and began to pull roughly on the sheets, renting them from the mattress. This was so amazing! More, more, more! She rolled a bit, her body unable to take such intense pleasure.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” she was close to screaming with her passions. Her head swam and she thrashed around. “Gods, I am going to explode!”
 
Thomas continued his hard, punishing strokes, driving his rigid shaft deep into the bard with each inward thrust. Her moans of pleasure drove him on, and he pleasured her again and again, completely lost to his lust for this woman, this bard pinned beneath him. He owned her in that moment, a thought that drew a moan from his lips and caused his shaft to swell more, making his passage through her tight sheath that much more pleasurable.

Her body began to thrash beneath his, her hands pulling at the covers as she moved. He stared down at her, concentrating on his thrusts, making sure each one gave her the greatest amount of pleasure possible. He knew he would not last long, was surprised he had made it this far in fact, and her words proved that she was close to release also. He turned his head and kissed her leg, then nipped it, his thrusts speeding up more. As he growled in passion, pounding into her, he whispered. “Cum for me my lovely bard” he murmured. “Let me feel your passion coat my manhood.” Another growl escaped his lips then as the thought of her pending climax almost caused him to lose control of his own.
 
And she did. It was like a hard and powerful wave had crashed all around her, nearly drowning the half elf with its intensity. The raven-haired beauty twist and turned, moaning loudly as wave after wave rolled over her body. A gush produced from her own loins, making a small splatter against the thrusting warlord. She fell against the bed, eyes closed and still writhing slightly. That had been a life altering experience. This was better than any nirvanna she could reach through spell work or dancing. At that moment it was anyway.

The beautiful woman whimpered as she came down from that amazing high. Her body jerked slightly, as if not willing to let go of the feeling of pure euphoria. It was starting to hit her: she had just had sex with the very man who murdered her friends, who had tied her up, who had nearly forced himself on her.

Her eyes widened and tears formed in them. What did she do? What sort of witchcraft was this?! She was frightened of what her own passions could do. How could she have been so easy? The pain she was experiencing had been immense, but still…
 
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