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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 24, 2012 16:37:12 GMT -5
"You know, seeing the ocean for you and all. Hell, I don't know. It is quite pleasurable if you are on your hands and knees, of course. Like every other way." He opened the window and let the moonlight seep into the room as he blew out the lights.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 24, 2012 16:39:40 GMT -5
"I really wouldn't know what works best. But perhaps you're right, and it would please the Drowned God," she whispered; somehow she felt awed by what they were about to do.
She shivered in the darkness.
"Would you mind if I prayed first?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 24, 2012 16:52:45 GMT -5
"Of course not...but you have answered all my prayers, so you shall without me," he jokes. He covers her with the bear blanket and rises naked to grab some more wine.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 24, 2012 16:55:36 GMT -5
She murmured a prayer as she stared out to sea, hugging her arms across her chest to keep herself warm as she did so. Then, after a short time, she turned and looked at Fyodor.
"I'm ready."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 24, 2012 16:57:58 GMT -5
He approached her, seeming larger as he loomed. He turned her about, facing the sea again, her breasts outside and her hair hanging, blowing in the gentle breeze, and he put a hand on her shoulder and another between her legs and used it to guide himself into her, his face hot on hers as he pushed.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 24, 2012 17:05:08 GMT -5
Trusting him, she let him move her about as he saw fit, using her hands to brace herself against the window. She was still and silent at first, then she let out a small pained cry as he metresistance inside her. Her body tensed.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 24, 2012 17:08:51 GMT -5
"It's all right, it's all right," he kept saying to her. His hand gripped one of her breasts firmly and he bit the back of her neck. His penis continued its slow slide into her, and she felt a bit of blood trickling.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 24, 2012 17:15:11 GMT -5
She pressed her back and bum against him as she gazed seawards, beseeching the Drowned God to give her stress and bless her union. After their previous dalliance, she was somewhat bemused by the pain she'd just felt.
"Does it always hurt?" She whispered.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 24, 2012 17:19:42 GMT -5
"Of course not. We just have to get through your maidenhead is all, and open it for me." As he finishes one stroke, he speeds up a bit, and now it starts feeling better, so long as she doesn't dwell on the blood and such. He pushes her forward a bit roughly and grips her hips with both hands.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 24, 2012 17:24:00 GMT -5
"That's better," she whispered, still looking out over the sea.
Her body was starting to respond as she became accustomed to him. She pushed back some more.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 24, 2012 17:27:35 GMT -5
He grunted in pleasure and increased his tempo. "Even better than I had hoped..." He slaps her ass hard, but with her passion building the pain is transferred to a feeling much more ambiguous...
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 24, 2012 17:33:10 GMT -5
She clutched the window more firmly. And then, after he had exerted himself a bit more, she let out a surprised, pleasurable cry as she began to feel the way she had back at Mason's Keep. Her legs twitched involuntarily.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 24, 2012 17:43:26 GMT -5
"That's it. Say my name! Announce it to the world, Reyna!" He keeps going, and now she is sweaty even in the chill air.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 24, 2012 17:55:52 GMT -5
"Fyodor," she gasped, arching her back against him.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 24, 2012 17:57:56 GMT -5
He feels her climax, but slows down, and as she starts relaxing, he lightly speeds up again, driving her towards two in short succession before finishing himself. He pulls her around and then wraps her in his arms. "You are amazing, wife."
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