At sea.

[Ravenloft]

OOC: This thread is gonna focus on Cervantes's ship and his newly accuired ship mates... But eventually we will need someone to come and try to collect the bounty that was placed on Cervantes's head for what he has done in his past... Contact one of us if you want to work your way into the thread... Ravenloft, MoneyTalks, Renegade, or Rose Thorn... Thank you.

IC:
Cervantes:

It had been three days since Cervantes, Vixen, Ren, and Roes had left port. Morning dawned and awoke Cervantes. Vixen lay beside him still in a deep slumber. He stood and dressed, walked out onto the main deck, the sun was rising off the water this morning, causing him to squint. He turned his gaze off to the side and eyed the door that led down to storage. Tilting his head as if remembering something he walked to the door. Lifting a hand he dispelled the magick that had kept the door locked all this time, with Ren and Rose still down below. "At least they were smart enough not to try and sink us..." He thought. "Now lets see how wisely they rationed what was in storage..." He opened the door and let it swing open on its own. The sun light beamed down the steps, lighting his way down them. Dust hung in the air as Cervantes walked down the steps, stiring it about as he did. "Dawn has rizen WHELPS, time to come and face it..." He called down to them as he scanned along the outer walls, taking quick stock on what they had left. The night before he and Vixen had finished off the barrel of mead and crate of dried meats he had left in his cabin.

[Edited by Ravenloft on 01-16-2001 at 05:02 PM]

 

[Moneytalks]

Vixen...

it had been an intense night. There had been fighting... and passion... and... some sort of understanding had been made between herself and Cervantes. She murmered in her sleep, her arm flinging wide. She was waking. Her hand felt the empty space beside her and slowly her eyes blinked open. She took a deep breath and the scent of their lovemaking was still clear to her. Her hand moved to her stomach. He had known... he had known... and now she placed her trust in him that he would be father to the child as well as to Rose and Ren.

She was fully awake now. Sitting up, letting the sheet fall away. She stretched her arms up high letting out a soft growl as she did so. She could feel the blood in her... changing even now. It had scared her last night. She could swear that Cervantes had taunted her on purpose... daring her to give into the animal side of herself. That part of her that even now struggled with her own blood. Blood... she had tasted his. She licked her lips at the memory of it.

Shaking the thought from her mind she sliped from the bedding and looked around for her clothes. She picked up... what remained of her shirt and frowned. The womanly side to her nature springing for. "Damn him... that was my favorite shirt!" She muttered darkly. She opened a trunk and found one of Cervantes shirts and pulled it on. It was way too big on her. She pulled up the sleeves ineffectively and found her pants. She pulled them on too and decided she didn't need her boots to walk on the deck.

Barefoot she finally emerged from Cervantes cabin. Squinting not unlike he had at the bright sunshine that greeted her.

 

[Renegade]

Ren

Fighting back the temptation to attack Cervantes on the spot, I pull myself up and walk calmly to him. "Don't pull any other tricks like that again." I tell him in a stern voice as I stand before him and stretch out my tired arms. My body was very tense after having spent so much time in this storage room.

Getting out of this room to go anywhere else would be a welcome change for me. Rose wasn't exactly the most friendly person that you would want to spend time alone with. Would have been a much more pleasent night if I had spent it alone in this cursed ship. Boy did that girl know how to curse when she got mad at anything. Just hope I wouldn't have to spend much more time around her in the near future.

Walking past a grinning Cervantes, I made my way up to the deck of the ship. Covering my eyes from the still blinding sun, I head over to the side of the ship to get a look at how far out in sea we were. The Inn where this had all started for me was now just a memory. It was time for a new start.

 

[Moneytalks]

Vixen...

watched Ren walk to the side of this ship and look out to sea. Her heart suddenly went out to him. He seemed so lost sometimes, despite his cheeky demeaner. She walked up behind him and without thinking she wrapped her arms around his shoulders in a hug. "Hey you... didn't sleep to well huh?" She murmered. She had startled him. She pulled away and looked at him with an amused smile.

"I know you feel like you've been swept along with us all, but you really are family now... you know this right?" She asked not really waiting for an answer. She too looked out to sea. She sighed as the wind lifted up her silky hair, pulling it away from her face. She turned to face him again.

"Ren?" She asked tentatively... unused to his name. He nodded in response. Her hand reached up to brush aside his hair. Her hand lingered there before trailing down to his jawline. Her fingers moved around his neck. Suddenly she pulled him close... her lips pressing against his. Her hot tongue probing into his mouth agressively. She bit down on his lip a little harder than necessary until just as suddenly she pushed herself away from him panting hard. She blinked in surprise.

"I... I'm sorry!" She said clearly stunned by her own behaviour. "I don't know what came over me!" She blushed a warm pink, unable to meet his eyes.

 

[Renegade]

Ren

Standing before Vixen in complete shock at what had just happened, I suddenly feel a liquid substance coming from where she had bit down on my lip. Using my tongue to lick it away, I recognised the taste immediatly upon contact. She had drawn a small amount of blood from my mouth in that embrace. Turning my attention back to the woman infront of me, I reach out and place a hand on her shoulder in support. "No.. it's... it's ok... realy." I tell Vixen in a surprised yet very concerned tone of voice.

Moving my hand upwards to cup her chin, I gently raise her eyes to meet my own. This was probably the first time that I've ever truly looked at her in the short time that we've known each other. It must have been, or else I would have realised before just how beautiful she realy was. I could easily see now what it was that had first attracted Cervantes to this lovely woman.

Brushing aside her long strands of hair so that I could better see her eyes, I smile softly for the first time in days. "There was no harm done." I assure Vixen in a low voice as I slowly run my fingers through her hair. Realising what I'm doing, I try to stop myself without her noticing the sudden fear that I felt. I was not sure what Cervantes would do if he cought me like this with 'his woman'. And to be very honest, I was not in a real hurry to find out either.

"I'm sorry about... that." I tell Vixen back in responce to how I was acting with her just a moment ago. What had gotten over me?

 

[Moneytalks]

Vixen...

smiled softly at Ren. "You're very sweet... " her eyes sparkled. "Listen to us... all apologetic... I meant to put you at ease and yet you turn the tables on me." She flicked her hair over her shoulder. Her fingers reached up to touch her own lips. Her tongue followed and she tasted his blood there. She shivered a little her eyes darkening.

"I really am... sorry... I hope I didn't hurt you?" She looked genuinely concerned. A rumbling sound was heard and she blushed again, laughing. Her hands covering her stomach. "My my my... must be hungry... " she grinned, "I wonder if he's got any more food on this monstrosity? Come on!" She slipped her arm through his and pulled him along. "I want to check on Rose..." she continued.

 

[RoseThorn]

Rose

Rose knew she'd been a bad companion most of the time in the hold. She'd also used an extensive vocabulary learned in the pubs and called Cervantes everything she could think of in as many languages as she could. Then she started making things up. Her inner self was in turmoil. The beast wanted control, wanted to hurt, maim, kill, and...fuck. She gritted her teeth. She hadn't ate, and she really hadn't wanted to, her inner battle seemed to take her mind from her body and she had yet to feel hungry.

She could hear heavy footsteps and she guessed Cervantes had finally decided to let them out. She didn't move when he called, though Ren seemed happy enough to leave her depressing presence. She stayed leaning against a crate, eyes focused in the darkness. She didn't feel much like sun just now....



[Edited by RoseThorn on 01-17-2001 at 12:23 PM]

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

"Hmm... Looks like you two welps havn't been eating... Much at any rate..." Cervantes shruged and turned to go back upstairs. "Better than having eaten too much after all... I will send lover-boy back down to help you bring a couble of barrels of mead and a crate of dried meats up on deck. T'would be rather ungallant of me to set you to that task alone after all..." Cervantes said in his own offhanded manner. He was back on deck just as Vixen and Ren were walking toward storage. "Whelp, help your slut bring two barrels of mead and a crate of meat on deck." Cervantes commanded as he eyed them both sharply. A moment later he stood in front of Vixen, his hands caught her forearms then moved slowly up to her shoulders. "Menial labour is not for you little fox, your labour will come soon enough..." Cervantes whispered in her ear as he leaned in to kiss her neck, his nose was working, drawing in the scent of her skin, and her breath as he pulled away. He paused and leaned in to kiss her lips. If he knew she had been ripe for their first coupling just from simply scenting her she knew he would surly pick up on the scent of Ren's blood on her lips.

 

[Renegade]

Ren

Cervantes didn't deserve to have someone like Vixen to call his own. But if this was what the woman wanted, then I was not one to stand in the way. She was the first person to realy make me feel welcomed since this entire fiasco began. That was a moment of kindness that I would not forget anytime soon.

And what did Cervantes mean by calling Rose 'my slut'? At the current rate that we were getting along, it would be far fetched to call her my friend if that. Turning my attention away from the couple, I made my way down to the ships storage.

Upon entering the room, I see Rose had yet to begin to take what was needed for later. "You need help with those?" I asked her as I grab hold of one of the two barrels we were expected to take up to the deck for Cervantes. Feeling more cheerful after Vixens show of support, I give Rose a friendly smile as I made my way back up to the deck. Atleast with Vixen, it seemed like I had one friend on this ship that I could turn to.

[Edited by Renegade on 01-18-2001 at 02:58 AM]

 

[Rockingham]

"Oh, good. You are all awake," Rockingham looked brightly at the new arrivals from the crow's nest. He couldn't help but feel better now. There were people finally on the ship.
He began climbing down to greet them. It was bad manners not to greet new people. His mother had taught him that, and that was one thing he always kept close to him. It wasn't every day your mother gave you good advice.
He shook each of their hands fiercely, a big grin on his face."
"My name's Rockingham, but all my friends call me Rocky," he looked up at the morning sky, thinking for a bit, "You can call me Rocky too if you want to."
Sometimes thinking was hard and he knew it. To a lot of people thinking came easy, but it didn't come very easy to him. He would sit sometimes for hours just thinking, trying to remember something, though it would never come.
"Welcome aboard the ship," he looked over at the barrel's of food," Oh good. You brought them. That's wonderful. Thank you so much, my back hasn't been in the best of shape lately, and I was dreading bringing those up, thank you so much."
These people were certainly kind. Cervie didn't usually bring kind people on trips with him, most of the time they were down right rude to him. They would throw things, and make faces, and all sorts of things. They would laugh at him when he danced though, he always liked it when they laughed. At least they didn't throw things at him.
"I'm good at making food. I'm not good at a lot of things because sometimes things don't come naturally to me. One time Cervie tried to teach me..."
He saw the confused look on their faces, "Oh, thats what I call the captain. I can't say his full name, it's too hard for me."
He had tried so many times, but it was just too hard.
"I'm sorry, I ramble on sometimes. If I do will you let me know please. I have been trying to break that habit forever now, but it just doesn't happen. Well, actually it did happen one time," he chuckled, "I'm rambling again. What was I talking about?"
He thought hard, looking up at the sky again, as if the answer lay somewhere within the wisping clouds.
"BREAKFAST," he jumped up and down filled with joy," Breakfast, I was talking about breakfast. You see, I can remember things if I try hard enough. I make food really well, it doesn't come as easy to me as some things, like archerry, or is it arshery? Oh well, whatever it is with the bow and arrow, I'm not good at that, but I am good at making breakfast."
He began digging through the barrels, taking out certain foods that would make an elegant breakfast.
"If one of you would be so kind as to set the table out on the deck we can have breakfast out here. The sea is quite calm today. So, the table won't be swaying from side to side. I would do it myself, but like I said my back was hurting.
"We can all watch the birds and things. I like feeding the birds leftovers. They are good friends when there aren't any people on board. But, now that you and the captain are on board, I won't need birds anymore."
His face turned red; he was rambling again. He clenched his jaw tightly, making sure he would talk until breakfast.
Oh, what a marvelous breakfast it would be.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

Having partaken of Vixen's lips with a kiss Cervantes closed out his surroundings. Nothing, save for her, existed to him as he slipped his hands about her waist. The purpose for his kiss had lost its meaning, if only just for a moment as he took simple pleasure in it. Rocky came down from the crow's nest and greeted them. Cervantes let go of Vixen as Rocky began to ramble. Sated from the previous night and the kiss he had just drawn from Vixen's lips Cervantes let the fool rattle on, though he lowered his head and focused on Rocky with a sharp gaze just as he began to talk about his avian friends. Turning his attention to Ren and Rose as Rocky moved off to prepare their food, Cervantes gave them a half smile and a nod.

 

[Moneytalks]

Vixen...

Shivered. He kissed her before she could think to stop him. Her mind instantly flooded by the memory of their previous night. Could he taste Ren on her? It never occurred to her that she may have endagered the boy with her foolish lack of control.

She sighed enjoying the kiss. His words made her shiver again. Yes... she was pregnant... the fullness of this reality made her reel. She would be a mother. Her protective instincts suddenly overwhelmed her. She was actually frightened by the intensity of them.

Every emotion she had of late was too intense... to out of control. Too much... more. She vividly understood that if anyone harmed her child... she would kill... kill painfully slow the person or thing who would dare it.

She was distracted again by Rocky. She almost smiled at his ramblings. She frowned as he mentioned something. What was it... curious she stepped forward intending to question...

 

[Rockingham]

Rocky quickly took the pieces of meat off of the skillet. It was good meat, tender meat. Sometimes at the bottom of the barrel the meat got sour, and was full of worms and things, but this meat was just fine. It was some good meat for breakfast.
He placed them on the five seperate plates. One for each of them. He smiled brightly, maybe Cervie would let him eat with them. He knew the rule, he could only eat with the passengers if he was nice, and didn't do anything wrong for a while.
He hadn't done anything wrong, nothing that he could think of. Sometimes he did things, and forgot them, and got in trouble for them. One time, the passengers blamed him for his wife leaving. He didn't know why, but he made that guy's wife leave him. Rocky sighed, he wished he could remember why, maybe then people wouldn't get so mad at him.
If only he could remember more.
Rocky places a handful of flour on the skillet. It popped and fizzled unexpectedly. He tasted his fingers, making sure it was flour. Cervie got pretty made at him when he put sugar instead of flour in it one time. He had to sleep in the crow's nest for a week. He hated sleeping in the crow's nest. It was cold, and there was nothing to do up there. In his room he had toys and things to play with, but up there was nothing but rope and sail.
After a while, rope and sail weren't fun to play with. They didn't taste very good either. He had a habit of putting things in his mouth sometimes. It was just another one of those things he had to break.
What were the others?
Rocky stood there trying to think, he stirred the flour, putting in a little bit of cream. The gravy began to merge and form. He smelled it; it would be fine gravy. Yessir it would.
He placed in his special spices, the kinds that came from all over the world. He put in some of the rarest for their first breakfast. It was going to be so delicious.
With the gravy done, Rocky poured it over the meat. The rest of the gravy was placed in a boat. Was it a boat? Maybe it was a ship.
Someone had told him it was some kind of ship. A ship? Yeah, that was it. He placed it in a gravy ship. that also went on the tray.
The fried potatoes were done, as well as some delicious green vegetables. He wasn't exactly sure what they were called, but he cooked them as well as he could.
One thing he was good as was a cook.
A woman came down to the kitchen, one of the pretty ones. He smiled, making his cheeks grow red.
"I'm sorry it's taking so long. Everything is ready now, you can call everyone to breakfast. Cervie wasn't mad at me was he? You didn't come in here to tell me he wants to see me. I don't like it when he wants to see me, he makes me go in his room sometimes. I don't like going into his room. Have you ever seen his room? It's scary, and there are no toys."
He blushed again, he was talking her ears off, or was it his jaw off? He could never keep those types of things straight.
Grabbing the tray he said, "Come on up. We can all have breakfast together. Well you can all have breakfast together, usually I have to eat done here. I don't mind much, but it's kind of lonely. I don't mind being along but I..."
He stopped, climbing the stairs. He had to be careful climbing stairs. Cervie got really mad if he spilled the food on him. It was a waste of good food, he would say in his deep weird voice. Rocky made it to the last step, and smiled brightly.
"I did it, I told you I could do it. I told everyone I could do it, just except for that one time is all. The stair was slippery, it wasn't my fault."
He placed the plates down on their seperate places, and put the rest of the food placed in different dishes on the table. Most of the time people weren't full with just one plate of his food. He was always happy when people asked for seconds.
"Here, this is your seat. You want to sit next to Servie don't you? I think this seat is good for you, it's a nice seat. Good and comfortable, I made it myself. I broke it one time, and had to fix it. Feel it, the fabric feels pretty."
He looked at the satin ruffled by velvet. It was a nice chair, his favorite.
He pulled out the chair for her, and sat her down. Grabbing a napkin he gave it to her.
"The gravy's messy. At least it's messy when I eat it. I guess I'm just messy though."
He sat down on the other side, as far away from Cervie as possible. It wasn't that he didn't like Cervie, he did, Cervie was the captain. Everyone obeyed the captain, it's just that he didn't want his back turned from Cervie. And maybe Cervie might let him stay if he sat far away. He hoped so.
"I'm sorry. I have been talking and talking forever. You haven't had a chance to say a word. What did you want to talk about?"
He cocked his head to one side so he could concentrate on what she said.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

Without a word Cervantes took the seat at the head of the table. He watched Vixen go after the idiot cabin boy, and whilst she was gone he regarded Ren and Rose silently. Once Vixen returned behind Rocky his eyes returned to her, feeding on her form and movement. As Rocky sat his plate before him, Cervantes gave him a most disconcerting gaze. the kind that usually preceeded a most humiliating experience for poor Rocky.

 

[RoseThorn]

Rose

Rose quietly poked her food. She felt her body growl in hunger and she finally relented. Polishing off the plate. She considered the empty plate a moment, looking at those around her, then silently stood and walked back on deck.

Her beast twisted and growled within her as she leaned over the rail. She wanted...Out. Sorta...Her beast was struggling for freedom. She pushed it back again, watching the water.

 

[Renegade]

Ren

IC: I've heard about cleaning your plate, but that was taking the saying a little too far. Looking over at the plate left from her sudden burst of hunger, I begin to think that Rose had the right idea in leaving dinner early. Rocky seemed nice enough, but with him talking to Vixen, that just left Cervantes as the only one left to talk to during the meal.

Turning to take a quick look at our leader, I can see that he's paying more attention to other things then me at the moment. Seeing that he had was busy thinking over things concerning Vixen and Rocky, I begin to leave the dinner table once my portion of the meal is finished.

Lately, I had found that I was much more at home out in the open. Being around closed in areas was just not very comfortable for me anymore. This was very odd since I usualy hated the outdoors and would welcome the inside of a lovely home. Most likely it was something caused by the change from the bite and blood infection Cervantes had given me. So far the changes were small things like changes in attitude and increased skills. Wonder what else in me might be changing?

Once I'm out on the deck, I see Rose leaning over the rail as she looked out in sea. At first, I felt like leaving her be and heading to my cabin. Then, I remember how Vixen had helped me out before when I was down and her talk on me being apart of their 'family'. Taking another look at Rose as the wind blew through her long dark hair, I see how confused she seemed to be at the moment. Maybe she could use a friend right now? Might as well go talk with her. I mean, what's the worse that could happen?

The thought of being thrown into the sea by her made me think twice for a moment but I continued on my way. "You're starting to feel the change more now also huh?" I tell her as I lean against the railing beside her. She gives me a quick look then turns her attention back to the sea.

My eyes trail over her body as I observe her form for the first time in days out in the sunlight. I lean to Rose slightly as I begin to take in her scent. Damn she had a wonderful scent to her right now. What the hell was I saying? Scent? This had to be my beast side thinking for me now. But... why couldn't I keep my eyes off of her now?

Placing my hand on her shoulder, I whisper in her ear "You... want to go talk somewhere where we can be alone? Like maybe... somewhere that we can have more privacy?"

As I await her responce, I take a quick look around to make sure that nobody else was on deck right now. I knew it was risky, but at the moment, Cervantes cabin seemed very tempting for what I had in mind...

OOC: I'm thinking with the wrong head again. Sue me! I want my guy to get some for once! lol

 

[Moneytalks]

Vixen...

considered the bumbling Rocky as she ate quietly. He was a simple... very simple man. As Rose and Ren slipped out, she glanced over at Cervantes... he had that look in his eye as he looked over at Rocky. Suddenly... her agressive protectiveness overwhelmed her again.

"M'Lord.." she cooed as she placed herself on his lap. This distracted him somewhat...

 

[Rockingham]

Rockingham bit his lower lip. She hadn't said a word to him. She acted like she wanted to talk to him, but instead she ate her breakfast quietly, and then sat on the captain's lap.
Cervie must have had a warm lap, he saw a lot of women sitting on it. It did look like a warm lap, he wondered if maybe one day he could sit on it, just to see how warm it was.
Well, breakfast was over. There was hardly any food left, so Rocky felt glad. People had eaten it, gotten seconds and left.
Picking up the plates silently he realized he didn't even get a thank you. He usually didn't get thank yous, but he thought these people were nicer than the others. They all seemed nice, and they even shook his hand, instead of just spitting on him. He always liked it when people shook his hand and didn't spit on it.
A few seconds later he was in the cook's quarters, cleaning the dishes he had dirtied. They needed to be scrubbed and rubbed all clean. He did the best he could, but somehow stains and things always seemed to find their way into the dishes. Thats they he had to be sneakier then the stains, thinking smarter than even the smartest of smartest stains.
The dishes were hanging nicely there to dry. Rockingham felt pretty proud of himself, he hadn't dropped a one. That was a world's record.
Above deck, he could see that the woman and Cervie were still doing whatever they were doing. That was no fun. He walked over to the other side of the ship.
There were the other people. He wondered why they left so suddenly, he barely got a chance to say hello to them.
Oh, they were talking to each other, probably about grown up things. He hated grown up things, they were so boring. He would rather talk about fun things. Grown up things weren't fun to talk about.
They were probably measuring the water's elasticity or something. He had read a book once, he wasn't stupid about grown up things, but he didn't like to do it, is all.
There was no one to talk to, but that didn't matter much. The food was gone, and land was no where to be sight. Those birds didn't travel too far into the water, even Rockingham was smart enough to know that.
He always had his pet rat, but he had fed him today. Pat the rat wouldn't come out until later on tonight.
That only left his toys.
He quickly ran into his room to get them. A stuffed doll, along with a big brown wolfmonsterguy were staring at his feet. The doll was a pretty girl, given to him by one of the kind ladies Cervie had on his travels. He called her Sparkles, cause he dropped her in the water once.
The other one was a present from Cervie. It looked like a wolf, but had legs and things like a person. It scared him at first, and he didn't want it, but Cervie made him play with it. He called it Mr. Mean.
Eventually he learned to like it, after he cut off those evil eyes it had. He swore that they were looking at him.
Running up to the deck, Rockingham hid himself in one of the small boats hanging on the side of the ship. He loved this one, he could play in here for hours and hours.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

Placing his hands on Vixen's hips, holding her in his lap Cervantes nuzzled his mouth in againts her neck. "Thank you for the distraction little fox." He said in his silky voice as he moved his own hips so she could feel his sudden arousal. "I take it you like the idiot cabin boy?" He said nonchalantly as his hands went up along her back, scratching her lightly through her cloths with his finger nails. "Don't fret, I will not harm him in any way. Perhaps use him as... Entertainment from time to time, but nothing more... He is a good crew man, for all his chatter, worth keeping aboard. Being here so long, he has learned his place." Cervantes stated in his ever so flat manner. All the while he set his mouth to work along her neck, throat, and mouth. "And just as long as you DON'T give him the impression he is anything more than a cabin boy things will go smoothly." Cervantes added as he roughly thrusted up against her with the harshly spoken "DON'T". He stopped working his mouth along her neck long enough to take in the look on her face at his words. "Smoothly for the whole of us aboard this ship..." His hands crept around between them and moved up along her stomach to suround the rounding curve of her breasts in the palm of his hands. With a dark smile Cervantes fixed on Vixen's eyes, expressing his peeked lust for her through them without words.

 

[Moneytalks]

Vixen...

her eyes widened and darkened in response to him. She wasn't sure anymore how much of it was the new blood seething through her veins, and how much was her actual desire for him. She found herself squirming in his lap, feeling almost giddy from all the attention he was paying her with his lips and tongue.

"I need you..." she whispered harshly.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

Grinning darkly at vixen's words, spoken so huskily that they did indeed make his heart skip a beat. The lustful hungers between them were a force not to be contested. They were no one to balk against its driving will to see them mated over and over again. Not even the knowledge that she had already taken his seed and the outpouring of any more would be a pointless gesture. The simple sweetness of the act was enough to superceed any biological reasoning. He lifted her up onto the table before him and was between her legs, pressed tightly against her in seconds. His hands went to his belt. She felt him tug it loose and pull himself free of his pants. His mouth went to her neck then her breast, her stomach, her cunt. He had her free of her cloths in seconds as he took a brief moment to taste her sex. He growled against her mound as he breathed in deeply of her scent, then he stood again, dropping her cloths to the side, looking down at her, both naked from the waists down. "If you need me so badly then you will have to beg me..." He growled tauntingly.

 

[Moneytalks]

Vixen...

almost moaned in agony. His kisses had driven her almost to the edge. Now he let her lie before him... allowing her to see the very thing that she desired... but instructing her to beg? Vixen didn't beg... Vixen never begged.

He just waited. She attempted to reach forward... to take that which he so wickedly denied her. He simply swatted her hand away. Her eyes darkened angrily he just grinned back.

Her bottom lip pouted out in mutinous refusal to beg. The very idea was ludicrous! Her cunt throbbed unrelentingly. She squirmed before him...

Finally...

"please..." she whispered. A hot blush flushing her cheeks as she heard herself speak. She couldn't believe it. She couldn't even look at him.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

Without a word Cervantes slid into Vixen. He din't even seem to be gloating over her show of weakness. His lips were parted and as he pulled slowly from her for a second thrust he moaned deeply, his eyes partially closed. She suddenly knew that he had needed her just as badly as she needed him, perhaps more. His hands carressed her breasts in their firm, loving manner. He was quickening his thrusts as he eased his head to her chest, resting it against her, his tongue moved over her right left nipple, through the thin fabric of her top.

 

[Moneytalks]

Vixen...

immediately apon feeling him enter her she groaned. Forgetting her earlier humilation. He felt so good. He suddenly seemed vulnerable as he thrust into her so eagerly. His head lowering to rest as he licked at her now intensely sensitive nipples. She cried out beneath him.

The table hard beneath her. She gloried in the feel of his hot hard body thrusting into her, pressing her against it's surface.

"Please... oh yes... please..." she whimpered, bucking up to meet his thrusts...

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

"Oh, little fox... Vixen..." Cervantes breathed against her breast as she moved to meet his thrusts. Instinctivly one of his hands slipped between them and he franticly massaged her clit, he found that every time he fucked her it became harder and harder to hold back. He already felt his orgasm creeping up on him. He attempted to still his thrusts in the hopes that a moments pause would allow him to indulge in the pleasure of her body just that much longer.