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One moment Alex was running along the shoreline, her feet light and quick along the ground. The next, she was being hoisted into the air, strong hands gripping her waist as she lifted up off the ground. "Oh...oh..." She twisted her head this way and that, dark curls swishing about her shoulders, as she tried to see what exactly was happening and why. It didn't take long for her to figure it out as Kirturok turned her tiny body in his arms and pulled her close against him.
It was hard to look away, Kirturok's eyes gazing intently upon her face as if he was trying to read her, to understand. Alex met his eyes with her own, setting her jaw and silently promising herself that she wouldn't cry. After all, she had no right and she hardly knew what she was doing. She wasn't being fair, but she couldn't help it. Perhaps she needed a chat with Nissa. Maybe the woman would have some advice for her. Looking at the man her aunt had chosen to watch after her, she listened to his words, let them wash over her a moment as they slowly sunk in.
So, Kirturok did think she was beautiful? He hadn't meant to insult? Ohh...she was so confused! Alex averted her eyes feeling a bit ashamed for jumping so quickly to conclusions and not allowing him any room. They'd only just met and her expectations were childish and...oh, she didn't even know what they were! Biting down on her lip, she looked back into his eyes as he pleaded his demand that she not run from him again. She was about to speak, perhaps even protest, but he didn't give her time to think let alone plan a coherent answer. Instead, his lips pressed firmly against hers causing her mind to go blank, her senses to run amok as she all but melted right there in his arms. Slowly, he pulled away, the heat of his lips, his taste still lingering upon her own.
Alex looked up at Kirturok through lowered lashes as he made his pleading demand—no running—and then placed her back down on the ground so she could find her footing once more. She felt dizzy as she stood there, as if she might faint or fall. But she managed to hold her ground. "I promise," she finally whispered and she'd meant it! Tummy fluttering, she looked down at the ground and then out toward the rippling water of the pond. She truly loved the Palisades. It wasn't often that she got to venture into the park and spend time there. And to think she'd almost wasted it.
Peering around Kirturok's larger frame, Alex saw their forgotten things left over by the trees. She still had her berries and the cinnamon rolls. Perhaps there was still time to salvage the outing.
"I...I'm sorry," Alex then spoke softly, her delicate fingers fidgeting with the ribbon. "I still have some cinnamon rolls," she continued, her voice sounding hopeful though still so uncertain. "If...if you like, would you share them with me?" Her cheeks reddened as she finished her inquiry, her tiny teeth worrying that bottom lip as she waited with baited breath for Kirturok's reply.
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Charlie left her room exactly the way she and Tal had left it—messy and disheveled. Fortunately, her father hardly bothered her in there. Ever since the day she'd turned sixteen, the old man had come to his senses and realized that she was no longer a little girl, that she needed her space! She was glad of it. And now that she was nineteen and claimed by none other than Talathorn himself...she was even more so. There was little doubt in her mind that the sight of her bed would be enough to snap the man out of whatever fit of denial he planned to use to keep her little, a child just a bit longer. A part of her almost felt guilty. Almost.
There was a bit of skip to Charlie's step as she and Tal headed to the market. Feeling the man's presence behind her, as he stayed close, was enough to make her feel warm all over. She was aware of the way his cum still stuck to her body causing her filmy blouse to stick to her skin in odd places here and there against her front. A few times, she tugged on it. But after a while, she stopped fighting the material, letting it win and succumbing to the fact that this was a result of Tal's mark. She glanced over her shoulder and gave him a coy smile as they reached her father, the old man both happy and eager to see them.
"Oh, I've never been a morning person, dad," Charlie quipped. She ran her fingers through her red hair and they caught upon a tangle, Scowling, she worked them through it until the mussy knot became smooth. "So, have we had much business today?" she then asked, bending over the table slightly and arching her back just so to show off her assets to Tal. Though, of course, she began picking up various items and started to inspect them with great interest. No need for her father to be in on their little game. Yet. "These should sell quickly," she said with a smile, leaning in a bit further. "They're the latest rage. Everyone's been paranoid lately about locking up this and that and..." she tossed the item—an intricate type of locking mechanism—back onto the table, but made no move to stand up. "Why should only the Magisters' have that luxury or any luxury," she said glancing over her shoulder again, brow arched and a smirk plastered all over her full lips.
It was hard to look away, Kirturok's eyes gazing intently upon her face as if he was trying to read her, to understand. Alex met his eyes with her own, setting her jaw and silently promising herself that she wouldn't cry. After all, she had no right and she hardly knew what she was doing. She wasn't being fair, but she couldn't help it. Perhaps she needed a chat with Nissa. Maybe the woman would have some advice for her. Looking at the man her aunt had chosen to watch after her, she listened to his words, let them wash over her a moment as they slowly sunk in.
So, Kirturok did think she was beautiful? He hadn't meant to insult? Ohh...she was so confused! Alex averted her eyes feeling a bit ashamed for jumping so quickly to conclusions and not allowing him any room. They'd only just met and her expectations were childish and...oh, she didn't even know what they were! Biting down on her lip, she looked back into his eyes as he pleaded his demand that she not run from him again. She was about to speak, perhaps even protest, but he didn't give her time to think let alone plan a coherent answer. Instead, his lips pressed firmly against hers causing her mind to go blank, her senses to run amok as she all but melted right there in his arms. Slowly, he pulled away, the heat of his lips, his taste still lingering upon her own.
Alex looked up at Kirturok through lowered lashes as he made his pleading demand—no running—and then placed her back down on the ground so she could find her footing once more. She felt dizzy as she stood there, as if she might faint or fall. But she managed to hold her ground. "I promise," she finally whispered and she'd meant it! Tummy fluttering, she looked down at the ground and then out toward the rippling water of the pond. She truly loved the Palisades. It wasn't often that she got to venture into the park and spend time there. And to think she'd almost wasted it.
Peering around Kirturok's larger frame, Alex saw their forgotten things left over by the trees. She still had her berries and the cinnamon rolls. Perhaps there was still time to salvage the outing.
"I...I'm sorry," Alex then spoke softly, her delicate fingers fidgeting with the ribbon. "I still have some cinnamon rolls," she continued, her voice sounding hopeful though still so uncertain. "If...if you like, would you share them with me?" Her cheeks reddened as she finished her inquiry, her tiny teeth worrying that bottom lip as she waited with baited breath for Kirturok's reply.
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Charlie left her room exactly the way she and Tal had left it—messy and disheveled. Fortunately, her father hardly bothered her in there. Ever since the day she'd turned sixteen, the old man had come to his senses and realized that she was no longer a little girl, that she needed her space! She was glad of it. And now that she was nineteen and claimed by none other than Talathorn himself...she was even more so. There was little doubt in her mind that the sight of her bed would be enough to snap the man out of whatever fit of denial he planned to use to keep her little, a child just a bit longer. A part of her almost felt guilty. Almost.
There was a bit of skip to Charlie's step as she and Tal headed to the market. Feeling the man's presence behind her, as he stayed close, was enough to make her feel warm all over. She was aware of the way his cum still stuck to her body causing her filmy blouse to stick to her skin in odd places here and there against her front. A few times, she tugged on it. But after a while, she stopped fighting the material, letting it win and succumbing to the fact that this was a result of Tal's mark. She glanced over her shoulder and gave him a coy smile as they reached her father, the old man both happy and eager to see them.
"Oh, I've never been a morning person, dad," Charlie quipped. She ran her fingers through her red hair and they caught upon a tangle, Scowling, she worked them through it until the mussy knot became smooth. "So, have we had much business today?" she then asked, bending over the table slightly and arching her back just so to show off her assets to Tal. Though, of course, she began picking up various items and started to inspect them with great interest. No need for her father to be in on their little game. Yet. "These should sell quickly," she said with a smile, leaning in a bit further. "They're the latest rage. Everyone's been paranoid lately about locking up this and that and..." she tossed the item—an intricate type of locking mechanism—back onto the table, but made no move to stand up. "Why should only the Magisters' have that luxury or any luxury," she said glancing over her shoulder again, brow arched and a smirk plastered all over her full lips.