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The Burning Times ((Vivid and Dark_Times))

Her cheeks burnt when he told her that she was good at it. Moira didn’t really want to be good at something like this. The words of encouragement made her work faster though and her head bobbed up and down on him until he started to buck into her mouth. She knew that he would best know how to give himself pleasure so she closed her eyes and relaxed her throat, gagging every time his thrust nearly breeched it.
 
He groaned and slowed before letting go of her, he then crouched and pulled her up onto the bed, he began sucking and biting her nipples again. All the while his hand had slid down along her slim figure and came to rest between her thighs, he traced his fingers along her slit before slipping them inside.
 
Moira did not fight as she was pulled up on the bed. Though she thought that he was going to burry himself inside of her. She tightly closed her eyes but relaxed instantly as his mouth wrapped around a nipple and began sucking on it. That felt so good. She arched her back to push her chest closer to his mouth.

She groaned and eased her legs open as he put his fingers inside of her. The beautiful young witch was sopping wet and his digits entered her easily. The friction caused her writhe uncontrollably. She wondered if his penis would feel just as wonderful.

“Jake,” she whimpered softly. “Jake… take me. Please?”
 
Good work Jack, You have her now

He grunted in agreement before straightening up, "Very well my dear", he smiled strangely at her before sliding his fingers out and licking her juices off. "You taste amazing", his eyes became distant for a moment before snapping back to focus. He got down to it, taking his cock and easing it into her, he let out a low groan, this was why he loved virgins, nice a tight.
 
Moira’s eyes snapped open as he eased himself in. She wanted to tell him to stop. Her tightness around him was a little painful and the more he pushed inside, the more pain was promised, until he met with the thin skin of resistance. She cried out as that was pushed through, and she tried to squirm away.

“No!” she sobbed. “Stop! It hurts!” Though her moving only drove him deeper inside of her. Tear rimmed green eyes met with his. “Please, no more.” She didn’t know what to do. The witch knew that there was no point in making him stop now. He had broken past her maiden’s head and, due to all of her movement, he was now completely inside of her.
 
He held a finger to her lips and shushed her, "This will pass, trust me", he was more concerned with keeping her quiet for the time being, pleas for mercy got old very quickly in his line of work. He began his slow but powerful drive, thrusting deeply each time his groans became louder and longer, it was clear he was enjoying this.
 
She closed her eyes tightly and turned her face away from his finger. From her clentched eyes tears fell down her cheeks. It would be over soon, she told herself, he will finish up and you can go to sleep. Each powerful thrust inside of her caused her to whimper pathetically. This was her life from that moment on.

Though, as strange as it was, each time he entered her the pain lessened and a very unfamiliar but delicious sensation replaced it. It was like the feeling she had gotten before but so much stronger. Every time his shaft rubbed over a certain part of her, her body shivered uncontrollably.

Moans, soft and slow, issued from her lips. Her mouth relaxed and her face moved from a mask of pain to a mask of pleasure. His powerful movements caused her breasts to jiggle slightly.
 
He leant forward slightly and pulled her up close to him, so her breasts touched his chest, then what started as a light kiss became harder and more fevered. He let her away slightly and began to massage her breasts, tweaking her nipples every now and then. His thrusts came faster now and with more force each time.
 
His kiss was passionate and crushing. It felt so good. She kissed him back with just as much fervor, though her mouth was not nearly as experienced as his. Her mind was clouded with pleasure and when he pulled her back to play with her breasts, her body simply fell where he left it. Moira was one ball of intense pleasure.

“Oh, please,” she whimpered in desperation. Her face contorted more and her body began to tightened. Gods, she was so close! To what she didn’t know but she could feel a pressure build quickly. All of the muscles in her body began to tighten. “Just a little more… just a little harder…”

She had turned from an innocent girl to wanton slut in a matter of moments. Even as the sexual pleasure built within her, the magical pressure in her body began to rise quickly. Moira was too involved in getting off to notice but if she paid attention to it, she would have been able to manipulate such powerful energy.
 
His thrusts got faster and more sudden, as she lay there he felt her get tighter, his eyes widened slightly and he let out a string of quiet curses, "God child, you might be the best I've had so far". He could feel himself getting close, that pressure, how he enjoyed it and knowing how much she would enjoy it was even better.
 
He went faster and her pleasure built faster. It was like a chain reaction; there was no way she could stop what was about to happen. A loud and long moan escaped her. No doubt any other soldier or hunter who passed by that door would have known that someone was getting lucky. But Moira didn’t care at that point who heard. All that she cared about was the mounting pressure between her thighs.

A powerful spasm went through her body, causing her vaginal walls clamping down even tighter than before. Her first orgasm was completely mind blowing. The lights flicked on and off and the bed shook with her power. It was obvious that her magic energy was linked with her sexual energy. As she wound down from the power of that climax, she whimpered with his thrust. The lights and the shaking stopped and she slumped against the mattress.

With the pleasure spent his fast and steady pounding felt uncomfortable at best. She closed her eyes and waited for him to finish with her body. Her face burnt. How could she have enjoyed such an act? It was a little less than rape, with the fear of that collar, but it had made her feel so wonderful.
 
Her sudden spasms trigged his own orgasm, his head tilted back and the tendons on his neck stood out clearly. A long low growl escaped him as he pulled her up against him, his own pressures relieved in one sudden jet. This shouldn't have been different or new to him but it was far more than he had expected.

The release of all that power both amazed, infuriated and terrified him, after catching his breath he stared at her, "Wh...what was that?", he gestured around the room. Clearly referring to the release of power.
 
His hotness filled her. It felt strange to be shot into like that and her mind quickly went to her cycle and she heaved a sigh of relief. She would not be ovulating for another week or so. The last thing she wanted was to be with child. The hunter probably wouldn’t have liked that either.

Moira stared at him blankly. What was what? She looked around the room and it seemed exactly the same as before. In her state of orgasm she had not realized what her own power was doing; that she had caused the bed to rumble and for the lights to flicked on and off. He appeared to be feeling a mixture of things but the one emotion she realized off the bat was anger.

She tried to pull away from him, not wanted to feel the pain of it. The previous shocks had been enough for her to never want it to happen again. “Did I do something wrong? Was it not good for you?” Their was fright in her voice and tears shone in her eyes. “Please don’t shock me again.”
 
He stared straight at her, "Calm down, I just want to know what just happened, where did all that power come from?". He composed himself and began cleaning himself off, his mind only half on what he was doing.

That was what you need to use, that release of power, harness it, put it into your machines.


Jacks mind became scarily clear all of a sudden, "Jesus....", the destructive power unsettled him. They ran simulations years back, magic with technology was taboo around here, but he has always wanted to try it, now was his chance.
 
That power? Moira thought back to the lustful encounter they just had. Her cheeks burnt brightly and her postured hunched slightly. It was embarrassing for her to recount what had just happened. She had felt like such a whore but she needed to think. The beautiful young girl pulled her legs to her chest and her eyes locked on the small blood stain left by her broken hymen. She rolled her eyes and looked away from it.

Then it hit her. Her grandmother had told her that it was likely that her first climax would have some interesting side effects. She swallowed harshly. “I think it was something known as ‘life magic’.” she told him slowly. “The energy built during sex is powerful and associated with the energy of creative forces. I never thought it would be that strong but your reaction tells me it must have been quite impressive.”

Finally she looked at him and she sighed. “I will try and keep it under control if you dislike it.”
 
"No, encourage it Jack, she will not harm you, trust me"

Jack pretended to mull over her words as the voice spoke to him, "So long as its not violent I'm sure you will be ok, there is certainly nothing I could do about it while remaining in the right". Jack may have been ruthless and cruel, but he always stuck to the regulations.
 
Moira heaved a sigh of relief and slumped against the bed. The softness felt good against her weary body and all she wanted to do was cry. The night had been brutal and had ended in a way that was completely unnerving. The hunter who was supposed to kill her had saved her and then collared her. Willing she had accepted him inside of her body and, what’s worse, had experienced an orgasm for the first time. Her head was spinning so badly.

At least he couldn’t harm her beyond what he had. There were regulations against harming someone in her position too much.

“C-can I shower?” she asked, her voice was muffled by the blanket on the bed. She felt dirty and needed to get the feeling of what had happened off of her skin. Though it had felt wonderful and she had lost herself in the passion.
 
He nodded an pressed a button on the wall with his fist, a panel moved up revealing a door "Bathrooms in there, I'll be just out here, so don't try anything you shouldn't". Jack walked over to a chest of drawers and took out some fresh clothes, he put them on swiftly and then went to check his computer.
 
Without a word she dashed into the bathroom and hoped into the shower. It was much more advanced than her shower back at home, which was more so just the tub and the showerhead. This had buttons and she bit her lip. Why couldn’t things just be kept simple? She sighed and pressed buttons until the water came out. It felt good to have the warm liquid beat against her skin and washed away the filth of the day.

It didn’t take long and she stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around herself before walking back in to the room with Jack. He had dressed in new clothes. She sighed and moved over to her dirty clothes to pull them on.
 
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