pervyLexxi
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They fought a battle together, the Woman and the man, shoulder to shoulder.
The man is held on the end of a chain. It is short and squat, half the height of a normal man, but stout and broad shouldered, more beast than man. There is a fierce look that seems permanently etched on its face.
The Woman, in contrast, is tall, lithe and fair. Though she is armed with her sword and bow, and the quiver of arrows on her back, she looks almost vulnerable with her clear blue eyes. Yet she holds the chain of the beastman.
Earlier, the marauders's scouts had ambushed her. For a long time they had wanted to capture her, to have their way with her. She herself had wanted to kill them, each and everyone of them, for what they had done. And so they had met. She had released the beastman before drawing her bow. It was carnage. 4 of them dead.
Together they had tried to pick up the tracks of the slain scouts to find their main camp, and so the others, but the scouts were skilled not to leave a trail.
The moon has risen, and she is now alone with the beastman, still breathing hard from the memories of the battle. The beastman now looks upon her, eyes shining. The days belong to her, and the beastman is as her slave on a chain, but on the nights when the moon is full, the beastman exacts his price for helping her.
She drops her sword. stained with the blood of the marauder scouts. She is weak in the full moon. She leans back. Soon, the lips of the beastman are upon her soft curves. She could not endure it, but what can she do? The beastman knows she could not endure his attention for the shame, and so with the strength given him by the moon, and her weakness, he binds her. It is her nectar that the beastman craves most of all, the nectar between her legs. So he coaxes the flow of that nectar, with his lips and his hands upon her. "I will kill you in the day time!" she pants as he feasts upon her heat between her legs "I will kill you!" she moans.
She closed her eyes while her body tenses, pushed to the edge, and tried to imagine that those were the lips of her sword sister comforting her, as in a dream, and so offering her naked body, arching and twisting. But the lips of the beastman are rougher. unendurable! And the beastman keeps her at the edge, to coax more of her nectar, feasting upon her until she feels she would go mad.
He will pay, he will pay in morning, when the sun comes out!
The man is held on the end of a chain. It is short and squat, half the height of a normal man, but stout and broad shouldered, more beast than man. There is a fierce look that seems permanently etched on its face.
The Woman, in contrast, is tall, lithe and fair. Though she is armed with her sword and bow, and the quiver of arrows on her back, she looks almost vulnerable with her clear blue eyes. Yet she holds the chain of the beastman.
Earlier, the marauders's scouts had ambushed her. For a long time they had wanted to capture her, to have their way with her. She herself had wanted to kill them, each and everyone of them, for what they had done. And so they had met. She had released the beastman before drawing her bow. It was carnage. 4 of them dead.
Together they had tried to pick up the tracks of the slain scouts to find their main camp, and so the others, but the scouts were skilled not to leave a trail.
The moon has risen, and she is now alone with the beastman, still breathing hard from the memories of the battle. The beastman now looks upon her, eyes shining. The days belong to her, and the beastman is as her slave on a chain, but on the nights when the moon is full, the beastman exacts his price for helping her.
She drops her sword. stained with the blood of the marauder scouts. She is weak in the full moon. She leans back. Soon, the lips of the beastman are upon her soft curves. She could not endure it, but what can she do? The beastman knows she could not endure his attention for the shame, and so with the strength given him by the moon, and her weakness, he binds her. It is her nectar that the beastman craves most of all, the nectar between her legs. So he coaxes the flow of that nectar, with his lips and his hands upon her. "I will kill you in the day time!" she pants as he feasts upon her heat between her legs "I will kill you!" she moans.
She closed her eyes while her body tenses, pushed to the edge, and tried to imagine that those were the lips of her sword sister comforting her, as in a dream, and so offering her naked body, arching and twisting. But the lips of the beastman are rougher. unendurable! And the beastman keeps her at the edge, to coax more of her nectar, feasting upon her until she feels she would go mad.
He will pay, he will pay in morning, when the sun comes out!
