Decadents and Dropouts IC

Phyliss Ovida

Phyliss moaned as she felt him caressing her, already aroused enough to mix her groaning with little excited squeaks. Then all of sudden his finger was all way in in her wet hole, striking her like lightning. Her shriek, full of relish, might have been heard all over the mainhouse and beyond, but she could not control it.
 
"You know very well what I am doing," he explained leaning in and passionately kissing the nape of her neck. His lips brushed across her skin and his body quickly found itself molding to her. A knee subtly trying to part her legs. He wanted to throw her over the bed, rip her dress from her body and devour every last piece of her.

"God, you taste so good," his words whispered into her ear as he continued to kiss all over her neck and down onto her shoulders. Her scent now that he could remain close to her began to fill his senses again driving him on.

A hand slid into the back of her dress again, reclaiming it's position at the base of her back.

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Relic quickly checked through his cupboards, drawers and any clothing that was set out in the open. But she found nothing of great value, however she did note down where anything of moderate value was stored. Minutes passed and she looked more for her hiding place. He had a four post bed, a foot off the roof with a large wooden ceiling. She wondered, before taking a leap up and crawling in. She lay on her stomach, listening. wondering if she should jump out straight away, or wait for him to undress and doze off.
 
For a moment Aaron hoped the gorgon would not attract any spectators. Then that thought was again gone from his mind, and he was fully occupied with the delicious present again.

He continued to move his finger in and out of her for a while. Then he suddenly and apruptly withdrew. He bent his head down, first kissing her buttocks, and then slowly wandering lower with his lips. He stopped for a moment, inhaling her scent, before he drove his tongue into her, stimulating her most sensitive spot.

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Verialyn pretended to put up a little more resistance. She feebly pushed at his arms. "Marcus ... ahhh ... no, please ... ohh ... stop it ...". She slightly parted her legs, allowing his knee in between them, involuntarily pressing against his thigh with her pelvis while he crushed her breasts against his chest. She enjoyed the ferocity with which he was taking her now.

Then she could feel his hand slip below her dress, close to her ass. 'Now we are talking' she thought. She could hardly expect what he would do next.
 
Marcus enjoyed the feeling of her breasts that he had admired all night pressing against his chest. And with each subtle movement of his body he grated against them, rolling them up and down. He ground his hips into her a few times, pressing his thigh high up between her legs. The heat making his cock throb violently, but he calmed himself enough to continue his lavish licks and kisses on her neck.

He knew the bed was behind him, Verialyn between him and the open window. He stepped back, his strong arms around her body keeping her pinned against him. He sat on the bed, legs together enough to pull her into a straddling sort of position. His lips never left her neck and shoulders and soon they began to move lower, flicking across her smooth soft skin. His tongue ran along her collarbone, delving lower towards the precious Locket. Not his target though of course.

Since she didn't fight much it was easier than expected. Her body language not showing the same disapproval as her words, and he pulled her head back gently with his a hand. He buried his face into her cleavage, pressing his tongue in between each perfect breast. The hand that slipped under her dress ran down to cup her ass, pulling her up against him. His fingers pressing inwards, squeezing firmly. Subtly finding the warmth and softness in between her cheeks enjoyable.
 
Verialyn enjoyed it as Marcus became more demanding and forward with each passing second, how her by now rock hard nipples were rubbing against him through the fabric of her dress, how the sizeable bulge in his pants made itself felt against her. She dropped her arms, stopping any pretense at resistance, and let them hang loosely at her side.

Then Marcus started to pull at her again, and she was dragged down with him onto the bed, now riding one of his thighs, her pelvis rubbing hard against him. She lightly put her hands on his upper arms, and let her head be pulled back as his lips and tongue slid down, the burning sensation intensifying with every inch they got closer to her breasts. His tongue dove between them at the same time he forcefully invaded the crack of her ass and squeezed strongly, and she could not help but grip him and let out an audible moan.
 
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Marcus curled his fingers around her long locks of hair, holding her still as he continued to quickly lather her bare skin in kisses and quick strong suckling. He ran his tongue down into her cleavage, licking and nibbling where he could get to. The fabric of her dress getting in the way, but he could see her hard nipples through the fabric. He removed his hand from the back of her head and cupped one of her breasts, squeezing and massaging it. His thumb running over her nipples, the fabric soft under his touch. Rolling onto his side, he pushed her off and leaned over. Hovering as his now free hands pushed up under the hem of her dress to caress the inside of her warm thighs.

"Take your dress off," he said confidently. He stood up, leaving her on the bed and removed his own jacket. Dropping it to the floor, the tie around the neck of his shirt getting loosened to show off his chest. Toned and tanned, with moderate hair. He wasn't hugely muscular but there was definition present as his shirt was lifted up over his head and dropped. He looked at her, undoing his belt slowly.
 
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'Ahh, he is getting to the interesting parts' shot through Verialyn's mind as Marcus started to grope at her breasts and stimulating her nipples. Then she suddenly was pushed down on the bed, with him leaning over her, his hands causing fires in her thighs.

Surprisingly he got up and started to undress. "Take your dress off," that order was clear.

"Yes, my liege" she replied with a cocky smile. Slowly she lifted herself up from the bed and rose to her feet. Then she strode around him, until she was standing at the open window, gazing out in the night for a second, before she turned around looking at Marcus again, who was now standing about two yards away from her, in front of the bed.

"You want my clothing to be removed, so it shall be done". With provocating slowness she bent down, and slipped first her right foot and then her left foot out of their sandals. She took a moment to place them under the window, neatly side by side.

Then she faced Marcus again, still smiling. In slow motion she reached behind her, undoing the clasps of her top. While she let it slide down her shoulders and slipped her arms out of it, she still held the fabric pressed to her breasts, concealing them from view. Then she loosened the pressure for a second, letting it fall to the floor, her ample bosom now only covered by her lower left arm.

All the while she watched Marcus intently.
 
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He watched as she undressed, knowing that she was playing with her still. He could feel every muscle in his body tense and contract as she began to undress. Her shoulders were bared fully, and he caught his breath as she seductively held the dress against her breasts. The top soon fell to the floor and she watched him. He crossed the distance between them, slipping the belt from his pants and tossing it away.

He planted his large hands on her hips, the fabric of her skirt still stopping him from viewing her intimate regions. His thumbs at naval height squeezed, and gently pulled her in. Leaning down he suckled the parts of her breast that he could get to, her arm still covering them. The moonlight reflected off her and it made her glow. His hands moved around and groped her ass, lifting her skirt and in a swift mood he lifted her off the ground. Balancing her on his hips as he examined her, the window still open allowing a cool breeze to blow in.

Her cheeks were squeezed and he once again he began to lick up and down her cleavage, stumbling slowly back before dumping her on the bed again. Kicking off his boots he undid his pants, lowering them around his knees. They soon fell away and revealed his package. He was modestly gifted, a good seven and a bit inches long and just under two inches wide. He was semi-hard.

Kneeling beside the bed he wrapped an arm around each of her thighs and pulled her to the edge of the bed. Looking past the now bunched up skirt.
 
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Verialyn had just wanted to take a short break, to let his passion build a little more before she would continue her striptease. But he would have none of it. Tossing his belt to the side he advanced on her, gripping her again hugrily, his hands reaching under her skirt and getting a hold of her bare buttocks. 'Has he realized I am wearing nothing underneath?'

Then she felt herself being lifted up, carried across the room and dumped on the bed. Her arms flew to her side as she landed, and she let them rest there finally allowing Marcus to gt the full view of her breasts. Then he droppeed his pants and showed his member, of medium size but already standing somewhat at attention.

Finally he got down to his knees and reached for her, pulling her towards him. Her skirt slid up and revealed her most intimate region to his hungry gazes.

"So since I was not allowed to fulfill my previous order, what does my liege command me to do next?" she asked, again smiling up at him with a look of obedience on her face.
 
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The Narrator - Ludul

Ludul walked up the stairs, and opened the door.


Phyliss Ovida

Phyliss was really out of her head, not caring whatever went on around her. She coudn't think of anything else, in fact she couldn't think anymore. Her moaning had turned into her typical, short, high-voiced squeaks. There was a firework going around in her head, and she believed it would never end.
 
Aaron continued to work Phyliss nether regions with his tongue, driving as deep into her vagina as he could, then again circling around her clitoris. Meanwhile one of his hands slowly traveled up along her side to her breast, starting to forcefully grope it once he got there, while his other hand squeezed her buttock continually.
 
Phyliss Ovida

The gorgon had completely forgotten that his cum was still in her face, and she was nearly drooling, wanting him inside.
 
Aaron could feel his penis harden again. Time to get into the midst of things so to speak. So he slowly withdrew her tongue from Phyliss, supported himself on her buttocks and lifted his upper body again upwards. So he rested for a few seconds, to heighten Phyliss anticipation.

Then he gripped his member in his right hand, his left one still holding her hip, and he started to slowly rub the tip of his cock between her legs, touching the entrance to her vagina, teasing her but not entering her.
 
Phyliss Ovida

Phyliss was whimpering in despair,as she felt his tip teasing her, but not enter. She knew that she would start to beg soon.
 
Aaron liked the noises Phyliss was making at the moment, as well as the way her snakes twitched uncontrollably. She was pretty wet down there, and he was enjoying the sensation the friction gave him. So he continued to rub and tease her her for a little longer.
 
Phyliss Ovida

"Please...please...please" she beggerd softly, raising her rear, while she laid her head on her folded arms.
 
"I could not understand what you are saying, my lovely lady. Could you please repeat it?"

Ahh, how wonderful it felt to tease her. To accentuate this, his penis glided across her intimate region once more. But he would not be able to restrain himself much longer anyways, her delicious behind was too inviting.
 
Phyllis Ovida

"Pleeaaase take me now...I want you...now...." she moaned, her snakes twirling in despair.
 
"Who could refuse a lady as beautiful as you a wish. I will be happy to oblige" Actually he could not think of anything else right now.

So he carefully placed his penis directly at her entrance and got himself exactly in the right angle. Then his grip on her hips strengthened, and he moved forward, inward, in one forceful thrust.
 
Phyliss Ovida

Phyliss uttered a piercing scream and jerked, as he thrusted into her, penetrating her at once in full lenth. Her scream faded and turned into a high-pitched whining and squeaking. Phyliss didn't cared for the weird sounds she made, she was reduced to her pure instincts.
 
As Phyliss scream echoed through the night she did attract attention. The servants were used to the occasional sound made by lovemaking coming from the garden, but that was something different.

Aaron started to move rhythmically in and out of Phyliss, her waist firmly in his grip, his thrusts forceful.

Then two armed guards came into view, staring at the scene before them, the beautiful gorgon on the bench in doggy position facing them, her breasts below her swaying rhythmically with Aaron's thrusts, moaning.

The guards froze, a little confused since the image did not match the piercing scream from before, unable to take their eyes from Phyliss' naked form.
 
Somewhere outside a piercing scream rang out, Marcus turning his head towards the window in surprise. It was somewhere in the gardens, he knew it would attract the attention of his guards. But soon it was replaced with sharp squeals and sounds of someone in delight. Marcus smiled, the window making it easy to hear the quiet sounds of sex. Turning back to look under Verialyn's skirt he could see she was not wearing anything under it. He kissed the inside of her knee, suckling her skin as she spoke to him.

"Darling, you can merely enjoy, that is all I expect you do."

His hands gripped her thighs, and he slowly ran his tongue along the warmth of them teasing her. He was skilled in his gentle caress, and painstakingly began to move up her thigh towards the sweet aroma that she was giving off. He breathed her in, the scent going straight to his manhood which was gently hardening. It pressed in against the side of the bed.

Sitting back he picked up her leg, suckling each of her washed toes. His mouth exploring them one at a time, his tongue gliding in between them. He devoured her sole, and flicked his tongue around her ankle.

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The door to his room opened slowly, and she listened to someone entering. The footsteps helping her pick his position. She remained still, her breathing calm and shallow to avoid shaking the bed or making undue noise. The hunt, and hiding, the running had caused her breasts to firm up, and now they were flattened under her and causing her a little discomfort. Her loins were wet, and hot, and she knew that once naked he would see and smell what she was feeling like.
 
The Narrator - Ludul

Ludul entered his rooms, and noticed at once that someone was there. If it would be a thief, he would cut him down at once, whoever it was. But it wasn't a burglar at all. "Blow me down!" he said, bursting into laughther. "This would have been the last place where I would have looked for you. The goods delivered right into my bed! That is what I call service." He opened his pants, pulling them down. "So, let us see for the rest of your skills."

Phyliss Ovida

Phyliss didn't notice any spectators, but she wouldn't care if she did. She was engaged in orgies before, including group sex. Of course this would only happen in the most exclusive houses, that were closed to all common people and any bunch from the streets. She started to blurt out her short squeals as she got pounded faster now, going into staccato, synchronised with his thrusts into her wet pussy.
 
As Aaron noticed the guards, he got even more aroused. There was something in him that enjoyed to perform in front of others from time to time. He should share this with the gorgon, though.

So the speed of his thrusts slowed momentarily, as he reached out for Phyliss shoulder, pulling her up and towards him, in the process giving the spectating and mesmerized guards and even better view of her. His other hand casually ran over her front as he leant in, his chest pressing against her back, his mouth next to her ear, whispering.

"Mylady, we have garnered an audience. Why don't you say hello to our admirers?".

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Verialyn also heard the shriek, but she recognized the voice and its undertones, causing her to smile. Someone else seemed to enjoy herself immensely.

"Darling, you can merely enjoy, that is all I expect you do."

She had no problem with that. She leaned back her head and let all tension go out of her body, her arms still spread wide to each side. Then she started to focus on the sensations his lips were causing.

"Of course my liege, I hear and obey."

He was good with his lips, not the best ever but good. And he had patience, running all over her thighs and legs, even down to her feet. She enjoyed the sensations his administrations caused, although by now she yearned for something more intensive. But she would not show that.

So she uttered the occasional "Mmm..." to show him she liked what he was doing and just let him go on, enjoying the ride.
 
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Relic smiled, slipping down off the bed and springing lightly to her feet. He had taken a while to get back, she wondered just how much of the estate he had checked before giving up. Dancing around him slowly as he talked about the gift she presented. She chuckled softly as he pulled his pants down, and circled him again. Her feet on tip toes as she moved. But as she passed behind him she sprung, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms over his shoulders around his neck. There wasn't any harmful intent in her grip, and instead she nuzzled his cheek. He wouldn't find lifting her a problem at all, and as she nuzzled his neck she breathed warmly on his tanned skin. "Ludul, Ludul, Ludul," she whispered, like a teacher might a student who did bad.
"You would enjoy getting straight to it wouldn't you? Especially after such a lengthy hunt. You should know we never rush the moments before capture, or else the prey is alerted and runs away. I would hate to run away again." Her words talked about the hunt seductively, her tone weaving images just like her fingers weaved their way into the hair on his chest.

Her legs squeezed his waist tightly, showing the power in her thighs. And her ankles were locked as if never to let go. But as she finished explaining about the hunt they loosened and she dropped back to the ground silently. Her fingers had to leave their previous job of running through his chest hair, but she let them dance over his shoulder. Her body remained pressed against his back, her long fingers running up and down the back of his head, scratching his scalp.

Soon she ran her free hand in around his hip, breezing past the tuft of course hair just below his naval. She could tell he was already thinking of what she could do, and ran her fingers lightly along his shaft to help spur those thoughts on. Soon her fingernails scratched the same path, and her touch became stronger.

"I hope even after this you don't merely think of me as useful in the bedroom, although that could always be a part of any contract."

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She seemed to be enjoying the slow, caress of his mouth and hands and he was also enjoying the worshiping of her female figure. But as he moved from her ankle up to her knee, he could already smell her scent again and it made it difficult not to forget her legs and go for her prize. But he was adamant to impress, and took his time. He ran his tongue along the back of her knee, holding her leg high as he did so. It was elegant, and as he looked back at her he smiled. She was laying there, arms wide and breasts so delightfully exposed.

"You would make even a skilled man blush," he said softly, moving up her thigh again. He nibbled halfway, biting at her skin. His teeth never closing enough to cause intense pain, but there was enough pressure to cause some. He enjoyed biting, it was one of his favorites. Marking a woman's skin so the next man to see her would know he had been there. It gave him a hard on just thinking about it.

He let a hand trace up her flat stomach, running under her breasts, his thumb gently kneading one. Soon he cupped one. Bare flesh on bare flesh. He rolled his hand in circles, fingers gently massaging. Soon he pulled her nipple between two fingers and twisted it, he wanted to hear her enjoyment.
 
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