Lagertha
Devilishly Wicked
- Joined
- Apr 27, 2014
- Location
- Conneticut
Annasalia's body shuddered and she groaned in surprise as he slowly began to pull himself out inch by inch. She was watching, seeing as his length slide out of her with an audible pop. Her hands moved, covering her bare slit. Her body felt empty, alone as he moved to sit on the corner of the bed. Her eyes were blinking, trying to grasp where she was as he slide his hand against the collar on her neck undoing it.
Her head turned as he stood, clothed, and went to the door. She watched him leave the room, closing the door behind him. She heard his feet echoing through the hallway up to her room. Annasalia laid there, letting her eyes close for an hour or two.
When she woke up, she stretched out as much as she could. Yawning as her eyes looked at the ceiling above her. Her body was sore, and ached. Slowly she sat up looking down to see the mixture of cum and blood on the bed between her legs. "...no no no no!" She jumped to her feet, but quickly fell to them by the side of the bed. Angry with herself, what she had let him to do to her. Now, she was getting more of the after effects of their union. She grasped onto the sheets, yanking them off the bed onto the floor behind her with a grunt. When the sheets were disposed of, Annasalia grasped onto the mattress and helped herself to her feet planting them firmly on the ground.
There was a bath in the corner of the room, steam billowing from the top of it. The door to her room was cracked open now. Most likely one of the imps had made the bathe for her. Slowly, limping, she made her way over to the bathe. Not before she went to the door and shut it, not wanting someone to walk in on her. Not like it mattered, they could knock down the door if they wanted.
Slipping into the hot water was one thing. She didn't realize she would spend so much just soaking in it, trying to numb the pain between her legs. Annasalia had found a little black basket made of metal holding little things like soap and shampoo, stuff to clean herself with. She gladly grabbed the soap, scrubbing the skin between her legs raw and the rest of her body. She flung the soap into the basket before grabbing a large piece of fabric that was hung over the tube for her to dry.
The towel was wrapped around her body when she dried off. Slowly she made her way around the room, finding one of the cabinets and looking inside of it. The dresses were all so revealing and the only one that even slightly covered her she pulled out before sliding it on. The dress was gold and black scooping down low barely covering her nipples. There was a thing line of cloth that hung down from the middle of it, falling in such a way it covered her most intimate parts if she walked a certain way. There was a matching piece of cloth hanging down from the back that also barely covered the crack of her ass. Both pieces of fabric fell to the ground, pooling at her feet. She barely looked at herself in the mirror before finding something black and dramatic on the side of her left hip. Annasalia blinked before looking down to examine the swirls of greys and blacks with some form of writing in the middle of it. She tried to rub it off but the design glowed, a tattoo that had formed from their taboo.
She had screamed with the realization that he had not only marked her body with his seed taking her virginity but also visibly he had marked her as his. Annasalia tried to claw the tattoo off her skin, but the skin where the tattoo was healed spontaneously. Frustrated, angry, Annasalia punched the mirror on the vanity letting it splitten and fall. Her fist bleed, but the skin there did not heal like the mark on her hip. She grabbed one of the shards with her bleeding hand, sticking her hip out and pressing the sharp edge to her skin. Blood poole up where she pressed down and she tried her best to cut the skin of the tattoo off her hip. Annasalia grunted, baring her teeth as she cut half of the skin off dropping the bloody piece of flesh onto the vanity. She looked down to continue only to see the skin she had cut off reforming, remaking the mark. Screaming in agony at the fact seemed to do her little good. She moved the sharp edge of the broken glass, grasping her long hair. Annasalia slide the blade through her hair cutting off the majority of her hair and letting the long pieces fall to the ground. Her hair now was above her shoulders and below her ears. She may not have been able to get rid of that marking, but she could at least do something to devalue herself. Something people from her home would shun her for.
Her head turned as he stood, clothed, and went to the door. She watched him leave the room, closing the door behind him. She heard his feet echoing through the hallway up to her room. Annasalia laid there, letting her eyes close for an hour or two.
When she woke up, she stretched out as much as she could. Yawning as her eyes looked at the ceiling above her. Her body was sore, and ached. Slowly she sat up looking down to see the mixture of cum and blood on the bed between her legs. "...no no no no!" She jumped to her feet, but quickly fell to them by the side of the bed. Angry with herself, what she had let him to do to her. Now, she was getting more of the after effects of their union. She grasped onto the sheets, yanking them off the bed onto the floor behind her with a grunt. When the sheets were disposed of, Annasalia grasped onto the mattress and helped herself to her feet planting them firmly on the ground.
There was a bath in the corner of the room, steam billowing from the top of it. The door to her room was cracked open now. Most likely one of the imps had made the bathe for her. Slowly, limping, she made her way over to the bathe. Not before she went to the door and shut it, not wanting someone to walk in on her. Not like it mattered, they could knock down the door if they wanted.
Slipping into the hot water was one thing. She didn't realize she would spend so much just soaking in it, trying to numb the pain between her legs. Annasalia had found a little black basket made of metal holding little things like soap and shampoo, stuff to clean herself with. She gladly grabbed the soap, scrubbing the skin between her legs raw and the rest of her body. She flung the soap into the basket before grabbing a large piece of fabric that was hung over the tube for her to dry.
The towel was wrapped around her body when she dried off. Slowly she made her way around the room, finding one of the cabinets and looking inside of it. The dresses were all so revealing and the only one that even slightly covered her she pulled out before sliding it on. The dress was gold and black scooping down low barely covering her nipples. There was a thing line of cloth that hung down from the middle of it, falling in such a way it covered her most intimate parts if she walked a certain way. There was a matching piece of cloth hanging down from the back that also barely covered the crack of her ass. Both pieces of fabric fell to the ground, pooling at her feet. She barely looked at herself in the mirror before finding something black and dramatic on the side of her left hip. Annasalia blinked before looking down to examine the swirls of greys and blacks with some form of writing in the middle of it. She tried to rub it off but the design glowed, a tattoo that had formed from their taboo.
She had screamed with the realization that he had not only marked her body with his seed taking her virginity but also visibly he had marked her as his. Annasalia tried to claw the tattoo off her skin, but the skin where the tattoo was healed spontaneously. Frustrated, angry, Annasalia punched the mirror on the vanity letting it splitten and fall. Her fist bleed, but the skin there did not heal like the mark on her hip. She grabbed one of the shards with her bleeding hand, sticking her hip out and pressing the sharp edge to her skin. Blood poole up where she pressed down and she tried her best to cut the skin of the tattoo off her hip. Annasalia grunted, baring her teeth as she cut half of the skin off dropping the bloody piece of flesh onto the vanity. She looked down to continue only to see the skin she had cut off reforming, remaking the mark. Screaming in agony at the fact seemed to do her little good. She moved the sharp edge of the broken glass, grasping her long hair. Annasalia slide the blade through her hair cutting off the majority of her hair and letting the long pieces fall to the ground. Her hair now was above her shoulders and below her ears. She may not have been able to get rid of that marking, but she could at least do something to devalue herself. Something people from her home would shun her for.