cgraven
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Such a sweet little whore you are my dear, so tasty, and so very sinful. What would Mother superior think if she could see you Now? I am going to fuck you now bitch!
“No!” Dúnlaith couldn’t help the cry that tore from her lips. And it surprised her when the old King stepped in to cease this sin.
Enough girl………you will not fuck her!
Oh how hope sprang into those soft tear shimmering emerald green eyes, like the innocent little lamb that Dúnlaith truly was she, flew into Einar Njord’s arms and buried her tear stained, angelic face against his chest. Dúnlaith could not see the looked that passed between Einar and his dark little Imp Eistir. A look that denied Dúnlaith to her as a lover, yet a promise that she would be able to torment the sweet young beauty in other ways.
The sobbing little Irish Novice sheltered in the security of Einar Njord’s arms. Strong arms that enfolded her. Arms that seemed to promise her his protection. Einar held Dúnlaith close against his chest until her shuttering sobs quieted, and her bitters tears ceased to flow. Einar smiled to himself as his little Lambs sniffles showed her calming. His massive hand cupped Dúnlaith’s chin and he raised her still shimmering emerald green eyes to meet his gaze.
“You are safe now in my protection Dúnlaith.”
His words were firm and yet soft, like a spider’s web he spun them around the innocent young beauty’s mind and will.
“If I had been your Master little Lamb I would have never let another man take you from me…….”
Those soft firm words, not lies, but half truths, for he knew that Eric had no choice but to obey or die.
“ A good Sheppard protects his lambs, if necessary with his own life my sweet little lamb.”
Einar knew from Eistir that Dúnlaith had been a sheppardess at the convent, he also knew that her dead nailed god was often referred to as the “Good Sheppard”. His cold eyes for the first time showed a sign of warmth. His palm still cupped Dúnlaith’s chin, his eyes seemed to brim with sincerity.
“You are under my protection now little lamb……..”
He paused for a moment his eyes holding the young novices in his gaze.
“………..perhaps a little favor to show your thanks Dúnlaith.”
His was soft caressing her as he spoke, his eyes still held his little lambs captive in their gaze.
“Make love to me with your sweet little mouth Dúnlaith.”
Einar knew well that Dúnlaith had never taken a man into her mouth to pleasure him. It was a test to see how strong the web he had spun around her young girl’s mind and will was. Would she refuse his little “request” or would he have to use his wicked little imp as a veiled threat.
“No!” Dúnlaith couldn’t help the cry that tore from her lips. And it surprised her when the old King stepped in to cease this sin.
Enough girl………you will not fuck her!
Oh how hope sprang into those soft tear shimmering emerald green eyes, like the innocent little lamb that Dúnlaith truly was she, flew into Einar Njord’s arms and buried her tear stained, angelic face against his chest. Dúnlaith could not see the looked that passed between Einar and his dark little Imp Eistir. A look that denied Dúnlaith to her as a lover, yet a promise that she would be able to torment the sweet young beauty in other ways.
The sobbing little Irish Novice sheltered in the security of Einar Njord’s arms. Strong arms that enfolded her. Arms that seemed to promise her his protection. Einar held Dúnlaith close against his chest until her shuttering sobs quieted, and her bitters tears ceased to flow. Einar smiled to himself as his little Lambs sniffles showed her calming. His massive hand cupped Dúnlaith’s chin and he raised her still shimmering emerald green eyes to meet his gaze.
“You are safe now in my protection Dúnlaith.”
His words were firm and yet soft, like a spider’s web he spun them around the innocent young beauty’s mind and will.
“If I had been your Master little Lamb I would have never let another man take you from me…….”
Those soft firm words, not lies, but half truths, for he knew that Eric had no choice but to obey or die.
“ A good Sheppard protects his lambs, if necessary with his own life my sweet little lamb.”
Einar knew from Eistir that Dúnlaith had been a sheppardess at the convent, he also knew that her dead nailed god was often referred to as the “Good Sheppard”. His cold eyes for the first time showed a sign of warmth. His palm still cupped Dúnlaith’s chin, his eyes seemed to brim with sincerity.
“You are under my protection now little lamb……..”
He paused for a moment his eyes holding the young novices in his gaze.
“………..perhaps a little favor to show your thanks Dúnlaith.”
His was soft caressing her as he spoke, his eyes still held his little lambs captive in their gaze.
“Make love to me with your sweet little mouth Dúnlaith.”
Einar knew well that Dúnlaith had never taken a man into her mouth to pleasure him. It was a test to see how strong the web he had spun around her young girl’s mind and will was. Would she refuse his little “request” or would he have to use his wicked little imp as a veiled threat.