War between Amaria and Dogmour

[VickyCummings]

(OOC: This is the offical IC thread for my idea. This is pretty much open to anyone. To those who replied to my OCC idea propsal https://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=487227 feel free to post after this.)
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Out in the reaches of space in a galixciy lightyears far from our own, lies two planets not much different from our own. In fact they are pretty much identacal to earth, except what the atmosphere does to people of each planet. On the planet called Amaria, woman dominate the planet while men are degraded to a beastly state. As for the other planet called Dogmour, it's the oppisate with men the dominate gender. These two planets are in a brutal war for domince that been going on as long as time itself.

The scene opens on an Amairan ship called Quincy 5 on its way from a pick up from one of it's alliences, the planet of Tamron. The cargo that the Quicny 5 is top secret probject only called XX.

Officier-" Captin what is exactly is Project XX?"

Captian Gwen Simmons- "Well I guess since we have it aboard the ship now, its safe to say now. It's our newest weapon to fight the Dogmourners, it will be the turning point of the war."

"Really how so?"

"It's a tankless air mask. It will be revolutionary. We can finialy launch a huge raid on Dogmour without lugging around huge air tanks and not have to worry about running out of oxygen."

"Really how does a tankless air mask work.?"

"Well there is a thin plastic piece that attaches to the nose, while another piece goes over the teetch with a small tube that slides down the throat that filters the air so it wouldn't affect us. if we step foot on Dogmour."

"But are we certain they'll work?"

"They've been tested in highly controlled labs of Tamron, who's been out allie since this war broke out. They have no reason to betray us, we have no dispute with them. They ship us supplies as long as we respect thier way of life, even if they treat men as equals on Tamron."

"I see so you think with Project XX we can finialy win this war."

"Yes the Queen is so confendeint that she plans on making a huge announcement once we deliver these to her majicesty."

 

[slippedhalo]

Aegea

Aegea

The youngest Dogmourian slave in the King's hareem.

Description: Long, ruby red hair that reaches the back of her knees when down from her intricate braids, light green eyes, pale skin, as she hasn't seen the light of day for years. She was captured and trained as a slave since her early teens and is just now old enough to be used in the hareem. She is long limbed but petite in stature, her breasts are full and pert (large B cup), her nipples stand out dark rose against her almost white skin, her curves are feminine yet something about her beauty appears fragile.

She is often quiet and careful not to offend. She can be thoughtful but at times this is mistaken by those who don't know her as sneakiness.

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Aegea wakes to the sound of the palace workers' trumpet call. She folds her sleeping mat and blanket and rises to wash. It is a new day and she has been summoned to the throne room for entertaining guests. Whenever the King throws a party, some of his hareem are selected for dancing, serving food and pouring wine. When he feels generous he shares his hareem women sexually with his guests, otherwise, they are simply to be shown off. Aegea is dressed in the fine jewels and transparant scarves of the hareem, annointed with the scented flower oils and sent on her way with five others to entertain in the throne room.

 

[bullshot]

Jason

Jason at the moment a member of the border patrol, a few of months he’d been patrolling in his cloaked ship when he came upon a Tamron freighter apparently passing to dock on Dogmour. While he watched a female suddenly appeared on the surface where she stood for a few seconds and the collapsed and promptly vanished again.

The only thing that Jason could surmise was that she’d been transported to the surface and then collected again, on his return to base he reported the happenings and from then on all Tamron ships were monitored by a cloaked ship and all went through the same procedure as they passed close to Dogmour.

A couple of weeks ago Jason was on patrol again in his ship Oscar 3 when he was informed of an incoming Tamron ship he shadowed the ship under his cloak and watched expecting the same procedure as had been witnessed many times. This time two females were transported down and both stayed upright, he listened on his radio to the two of them talking to the ship then realised that they’d found a way of overcoming the Dogmour atmosphere.

He immediately dropped his cloaking device and beamed one of the two girls aboard his ship stunning her with his stun gun as soon as she materialised before replacing his cloaking device and flying away from the area as fast as his quick ship would take him in case there were Tamron fighting ships in the area.

He tied the stunned girl up before she could recover so even if she could breathe the Dogmour atmosphere she’d be helpless to do anything that would interfere with his running of the ship. He headed straight for his home base and turned the female over to the intelligence team so they could interrogate her and find out what she was doing.

They discovered that she was actually an Amarian who had volunteered to test the latest weapon in the war against Dogmour the device she was wearing allowed females to walk on Dogmour without the atmosphere affecting them. It meant that they could attack without the clumsy full suits that they’d had to wear up until now.

The Dogmourian scientists quickly went to work on the device to see how it worked and found that it had been produced on Tamron as some of the metals used where only available there. Tamron was at peace with both sides in the war as it didn’t benefit them to take over either planet because males and females were considered equal on Tamron.

 

[Tuomas]

King John of Dogmour was somewhat of a playboy. Well, more than somewhat. The planet's economy was good, people were largely happy and the planet had held the upperhand in the age-old war with Amaria for quite some time. Enough time for the King to become complacent and really not worry about it too much. Afterall, there were lots of luscious slaves wandering about his palace to keep his mind elsewhere. So, he had lavished his friends and dignitaries with huge parties, with lots of food and drink and pleasureable company.

That is, until Jason showed up with the news of the new Amarian device that allowed them to land on the planet without using those cumbersome breathing apparatuses they had used heretofore. That was a problem and a half, and John was very loth to turn his back on his fun. There was this young slave, just turned of age he had been meaning to have fun with for a while now. She was the most luscious little thing he had seen, with her perky- John pulled himself back to the impending danger. Perhaps he should cancel the party... but then, it would make the population wonder if the new information was a real threat. Better to keep up appearances; but it would have to be short. But not too short to not spend some time with his new plaything.

King John stood at the edge of the curtain that lead into the throne hall, waiting for the herald to quiet the guests. There was a trumpet call, and the hearald started shouting out the Kings titles to everyone, as the monarch made his stately way to the throne. He loved his fancy silk clothes, and flowing fur cape. He hated the heavy gold crown...

King John sat down in his chair and surveyed the crowed bowing before him. But, he wasn't paying atention to them; his eyes were on the small slave girl dressed in transparent scarves.

(OOC: Stopping here to see how else is in the party...)

 

[slippedhalo]

A nod from the King and Aegea was up from her kneeling position to refill his cup with more nectar. "As you please, King." she said, the standard slave-to-master phrase, with her voice soft as silk, avoiding eye-contact so as not to appear disrespectful or too bold. As she poured, she could feel his eyes upon her and she colored slightly at the attention but did not falter in her actions. Then, when the cup was full, she gracefully bowed and knealt once more, this time, a little closer to the throne, in case he needed her again soon.

 

[bullshot]

Jason

Jason entered the throne room smiling at the number of people present he could see the kings new slave pouring him a drink that made him think of a drink for himself so he took one from one of the pasing slaves and moved to the back of the room to survey what was happening.

He knew that only a few trusted members of the kings men knew of the new threat from Amaria but there were ships out on patrol watching for any sign of an invasion and also listening for any announcement on their radio’s.

It was a nice change to be able to relax instead of having the continued stress of being out in space always wary of a surprise from the Amarian’s he sipped his drink slowly wanting to keep his mind clear for when the king decided to hold his council of war.

Jason knew that the party had to go ahead to prevent the general populace from realising that what he’d found was a real threat to their way of life but he was still concerned that the attack might come at any time.

 

[ChadTheWriter]

Hector was suddenly awaken to his second hand man. Hector would have jumped from his bed, but the look on his second hand mans face told him everything was fine.

"Hector, while you slept I set the ships course for our home planet. I also made you some breakfast." He used his fingers to count off the things he had done while Hector slept.

"Don't worry about going back home, we've got more stuff to do. I haven't managed to pick up one slave yet this week, so I'm thinking we must go to the Tamron planet." Hector said, standing from his bunk and making his bed. He removed the shirt he was sleeping with and folded it neatly at the end of his bunk. "Tom, stop worrying." He said this for his second hand man ,Tom, was biting his finger nails.

"You tell me to stop worrying? You're saying we must go to a planet which inhabits both men and females." He said quite defiantly. His expression quickly changed though as Hector turned towards him.

"I have a better idea then. When we get to the planet, you can wait in the ship." Hector said this with slight frustration in his voice which was audibly noticeable. Tom was always worried about everything, and Hector learned to get used to it, though he would still get angry every once and a while. He may be a coward, but Hector needed him on ship. Tom was a coward, for when they did catch a female, this was the only time he had manned up and actually become quite brutal towards them.

Hector on the other hand, didn't care about anything except getting the job done. Whether it meant he go on Amaria itself, he would not stop until the job was done. Hector walked away from the living quarters and into the main deck. Once there he pushed a few buttons only to have a feminine computers voice say, "Coordinates accepted."

Hector stood once more, his gaze fixated about the window before him. He watched the stars begin to move quickly past him and his ship. His hands were placed lightly onto the control panel before him, steadying himself now as the ship suddenly jumped into warp speed. He nearly lost his balance but kept steady. Now that they were at a constant speed Hector turned to Tom, who had his breakfast tray in hand.

Hector nodded his thanks as he took hold of the tray, moving back to the living quarters to sit down on his bunk. He motioned with his hand for Tom to sit with him. "I have a new plan anyways which requires little time on the planet." Hector wanted to get in and out quickly as possible, he didn't like watching the males talk to the females, it bothered him greatly.

An hour had passed now, and Hector's ship was finally orbiting the planet known as Tamron. He knew this sector of space was inhabited by both neutral females and males, and aggressive. He had turned on the cloaking system each of the male ships had. He spent the next twenty minutes preparing his idea, and briefing Tom on it as well.

 

[Tuomas]

A nod from the King and Aegea was up from her kneeling position to refill his cup with more nectar. "As you please, King." she said, the standard slave-to-master phrase, with her voice soft as silk, avoiding eye-contact so as not to appear disrespectful or too bold. As she poured, she could feel his eyes upon her and she colored slightly at the attention but did not falter in her actions. Then, when the cup was full, she gracefully bowed and knealt once more, this time, a little closer to the throne, in case he needed her again soon.

The King was quite pleased with the new specimen, and he observed her minutely while she served him. After she had gone back to kneeling a bit away from him, he swirled the nectar in his glass before drinking it. There was a nice gathering, he remarked to himself. He saw Jason as usual stading in the corner, like a good sentinel watching the crowd. Jason was always so serious... he should relax and have some fun! The King made a mental note about that.

Turning his atention back to the kneeling slave, he thought he might have some fun. Afterall, this party would be shorter than the others, with the war council and all. He snapped his fingers to get the slave's atention, then told her to come to him.

"What's your name?" he asked.

 

[slippedhalo]

Aegea gasps and stands when snapped for. She bows once more before her King. "Yes, your majesty?" she asks, eager to make a good impression. Her eyes, downcast, staring at his lap since she may not look one higher than herself in the eye.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Aegea, dear King." she answers politely and softly with yet another bow.

 

[Tuomas]

"Aegea," the King repeated. "It's a good name." He settled himself back into his throne. "Turn around slowly, so I can see you properly. Then come kneel by me and put your head on my knee." John picked up his cup and sipped at his drink while he asmired the slave's form.

 

[slippedhalo]

Aegea nodded and stood, turning slowly, with as much grace as she could muster for her first moment in the spotlight. She remembered her lessons in deportment and grace. Her dancing earlier had helped to remind her of her body in this space as well and she now moved as she turned in such a way as to showcase her best features without looking too proud of them. All eyes were upon her and she met none of them with her own, as was appropriate. Aegea was always concerned with propriety.

She then nodded once more to the King before settling to kneel before him, head obediently on his lap, feeling his warm hands beginning to caress and explore her flesh. Aegea was careful not to recoil, not to react at all to his touch but simply to keep still as he did this, so as not to offend.

 

[icu1978]

Queen Emaria lay on the chase in her white robes, her tan lush body beneath visable beneath the guazy material. rolling to her lay on her back one of her long legs streched out as a man massaged her small foot. her other was bent her foot flat on the cushoin of the chase.

sitting up on her elbo's she calls out for one of her slaves.
when he arrives his large golden body glistening in the sunlight ever muscle and curve tempting her. his large green eyes looking to her expectanly as he bowed before her. his long dark hair falling around his shoulders.

" go and get the head of my coucin.." she looked at the man he ensited her lust but she had no time for him at the moment. pushing the man massaging her foot away she sent him from the room and standing she began to pace.

her long raven black hair falling down to her knee's the breeze stired by her movement lifting the ends. removing her robes she pulled on a full skirt made with extra material and small top that only covered her breasts leaving her flat muscled tummy bare. adjusting her skirt around her hips she place a silver chain around her waist with tiny bells attashed to it.

looking at herself in the mirror she admired how the white material looked against her taned skin. when she heard her slaves entering she turned to see the head of her council standing before her.

" how are our experiments proceeding.. i have heard nothing in days."

 

[poohlive]

Bane bowed low when bringing in the council. It seemed an easy task, and he performed it to the best of his abilities. His queen would be pleased, already she looked in his directions. He loved that look, each time bringing about surprising urges within him.

He could never say no to her, nor would. She could ask him for anything. He would do what was needed. That is how right it felt, how wonderful to have her pleased when he finished a command.

And she was please. Just look upon her face. He bowed low, down on one knee, but he stole glances up at his queen.

It's weird just how he had made that thought process. Somewhere in the back of his mind, clouded and fogged away from him, he understood this was not his queen. She was, in fact, someone else's queen. That thought only came to him in rare occasions.

Actually, to be honest, it came to him when he held his breath. At times he would hold his breath, unwilling to take any air into his lungs, and then there were moments of clarity. He would remember his name, he would remember this queen he served was not his. Details came to him in crystal clarity.

But, then he forced more air into his lungs and those thoughts faded. As if his mind were a chalkboard, and the words had been erased. With a chalkboard though, sometimes the erasing didn't get all of it. Sometimes parts of the words remained. And, those were parts he clinged to.

That's why he knew she was not his queen. But, that didn't stop him from serving her, from wanting her. He was her beast, her warhorse. He was her prized posession, she told him many times.

One some other planet he was a proud warrior once. A trapper, one of the best. He was said to have rivalled all, and she was so delighted in his capture, that she personally had him come here to serve her.

He didn't remember any of this, he only smiled when she told him such stories, and kiss her lips, touch her skin. Do whatever she asked.

Now, she asked of him to be quiet, so he did. He bowed before her, stealing lustful glances up at her, while she talked important business.

 

[VickyCummings]

As the Quincy 5 lands in the Royal Amairan Military Spaceport, Captain Simmons strolls out of her ship, exhulibrated and estatic.

Gwen -" Girls, break out the champaine cause once we get Project XX mass produced and handed out to the military this dam war will be over. The queen can declare victory over the Dogmourners right now in her royal adress to the planet next week. Just inmagine soon everyone woman of Amaira will have their very own drooling beast of a slave to do with what ever they want.

As Captian Simmons is about to leave the docking bay, she is stopped by an intelligence officer who overheard the captain's remarks.

officicer- Hate to cut the celebration short, but have some bad news.

Bad news, what is it?

We just recieved word that one of our feild agents that was sent to Dogmour to test out Project XX was captured.

Captured?

Yes she was sent to Dogmour with an another agent to infilrate the Dogmour's King palace as a slave, but something went wrong.

So Dogmourners have our secrete weapon. No doubt they'll waste no time trying to figure out how it works, or bully the Tamron scientist into giving them the plans. We've got no time to lose. Get me our best soliders, and give them our proto types of Project XX, we're going on a rescue mission."

You can't be serious, thats a sucide mission, they'll be expecting something like that.

I'm not going let the only chance to end this war slip through our fingers. We can't let them get a hold of the techology. Sent our best soliders to me now, Thats an order."

Captain Gwen Simmons waits in the docking bay to see if her order is carried out.

 

[ChadTheWriter]

Hector now stood waiting in the main deck waiting for Tom. He had already briefed him on his plan, and was merely waiting for Tom to say he was ready.

As Hector stood prepared and waiting, he reached into one of pockets to retrieve a cigar. He bit off the end and then proceeded to light the other end. Once lit he pulled quite heavily on the death stick before exhaling a large cloud of smoke. A small smirk formed at the mans lips for he was thinking of what was to happen next.

Hector wasn't into taking girls and then raping them, but this time he felt oddly different. Depending on the woman he would find tonight, he was going to have some fun. Whether he tortured her, raped her, or just ignored her all together, he was going to enjoy every last moment.

Hector was suddenly jolted out of his thoughts when Tom returned. "Jesus Tom, don't sneak up on me."

Tom's face was blank, for he had walked up in front of him the entire time. "Uh, yes sir. I'll remember that for next time." He said shaking his head, mumbling something under his breath as moved to take his seat.

Hector then put his motion into action, as the ship suddenly started to move towards the planet. He knew of a place on the planet where both males and females walked together, so it would be easy for him to find a slave. Never once did it cross his mind that he may be caught as well. He didn't fear the women, and hated his king for even allowing them to appose him.

Not much was said as Hector and Tom landed the ship with a few bumps, but nearly perfection. Though, just as the ship landed suddenly all the power had been removed from it. Hector and Tom both swore in frustration.

"Hector, find out what the problem is." Hector demanded, and Tom simply agreed. Hector then turned from the main deck and moved to the exit of the ship. Just as he made it and was about to push a button for the gate to come down, it started moving on it's own. The weird thing is, there was no power to open the thing. Still, right before Hector's eyes the door was opening. He waited for a moment, in shock that the door would be opening.

Finally the door was open, and no one stood at the entrance. Hector was a bit cautious before moving out to check things out. Just as he was about to step out, Hector felt a sharp pain in the side of his head before he blacked out.

 

[bullshot]

Jason at the Party

Jason watched the king with his new slave and wondered where his new slave was, he’d claimed the girl he’d captured as his and the king had confirmed that she belonged to him but the security force hadn’t yet handed her over to him.

As he was thinking about this he wondered if the same device would protect Dogmourians from the atmosphere on Amaria is it would all they had to do was pull the tube out of the invading forces throats causing them to breath Dogmourian air then use the same devices to attack Amaria while her forces were depleated.

He knew that the head of security had been in touch with his counterpart on Tamron but hadn’t as yet heard the reply he assumed that the king would inform the council after the party so he’d find out then.

He was tempted to send out a signal to all the home forces to stun and pull the tubes out of any Amarian attack force but decided that it would be better to wait until the king was ready he just hoped that the wait wasn’t too long.

He was looking forward to spending a few hours with his new slave if she turned up in time before he had to face the enemy.

 

[tigresa]

Kyara made her way as quickly as she could to the docking bay, finally stopping in front of Captain Simmons and saluting "I'm sorry I took so long Ma'm. Kyara Lunae, reporting for duty" she said as she stiffled a shiver. She had been finishing her shower when the call came, her green cargo pants and cream sleaveless tshirt sticking to her wet, bronze colored skin, accentuating her curvy petite body, toned with hours of training. Her long, dark brown hair was half up in twing braids that met at the middle of her head, the rest of her hair falling down to just after her buttocks. Her amber eyes looked at Captain Simmons "How may I be of service?". She knew something had to be up for them to call on her and the rest of her rank. All of them were the best, each specializing in a different weapon. Hers were knives and swords. She had two katana's strapped to her hip and fours stilettos, two on each thigh.

 

[Tuomas]

The King played with Aegea's hair fondly. She was well-trained and very obedient, not to mention stunningly beautiful. She had certainly caught the atention of the room, and the King smiled at the thought of all those fellows out there who must certainly want her. Too bad for them, he though, curling his fingers around her ear, and then across her cheek and jaw. She had really nice skin. John itched to feel more of her, but instead tortured himself with the anticipation by only caressing her lightly across her nose and eyes, over her cheek and lips.

Finally giving into the tempation, he pushed his finger gently into her mouth, and felt the wet warmness inside. A second later, he patted his lap and said, "Up!"

 

[slippedhalo]

The King played with Aegea's hair fondly. She was well-trained and very obedient, not to mention stunningly beautiful. She had certainly caught the atention of the room, and the King smiled at the thought of all those fellows out there who must certainly want her. Too bad for them, he though, curling his fingers around her ear, and then across her cheek and jaw. She had really nice skin. John itched to feel more of her, but instead tortured himself with the anticipation by only caressing her lightly across her nose and eyes, over her cheek and lips.

Finally giving into the tempation, he pushed his finger gently into her mouth, and felt the wet warmness inside. A second later, he patted his lap and said, "Up!"

Aegea felt butterflies dance in her stomach at the nervous anticipation of possibly being called to service for the first time with so many onlookers watching. But, she knew her place was to obey and so she was up and quickly seated upon his majesty's lap, feeling his hands roaming the curves of her body as they flirted with the skin of her waist and back, beneath the scarves meant to tease. She sighed and rested her head against his chest, afraid to make any movements without his permission. She'd heard of a girl who was beaten bloody for condiscending to kiss the king without his having specifically asked for a kiss.

 

[VickyCummings]

Gwen was getting impateint as she waited for officers to arrive for she knew that every moment wasted was a moment closer to the Dogmourners learning how Project XX worked. Then she heard the sound of echoing boots coming down the corridor. As they came closer Gwen saw Kyara responding to her call. Gwen was lost for a moment staring at her, lost in her beauty as she ran towards her. Kyara was in the Gwen's opinon one of the sexiest officers in the Royal Army, but Gwen couldn't let her feelings get in the way, especially at a time like this. Gwen quickly regained her composure and was a little ticked that only Kyara was the one to show up so far.

"We have a criasis on our hands, where the fuck is the rest of the our eliete units at?"

 

[tigresa]

Kyara sighed "Today was supposed to be our day off actually. The others must be outside the palace walls" she said as she relaxed her pose a bit, her right hand resting carelessly on the handle of one of the katanas at her hip "Should we wait to see if the others arrive or would you like to give the briefing to me? she said as she looked around them, her amber eyes searching for anyone approaching, her ears listening for footsteps yet her body posed, like a true warrior, ready to defend at any moment.

 

[icu1978]

listening as the woman Emaira sat on a large chair.
" tell me what is happening with the experiments.. how do they go?"

the other woman smiled and noded her head.
" we are very proud of our achievments your highness. at this moment a group have taken the suits to try them. if they work as we hope we will be able to proceed as planed. the kind of Dogmourner along with many more men.. more than enought to go around shall be in our controll."

smiling brightly the queen claped her hands and stood. " this is fantastic news.. i can not wait to have that over bearing womanizer as my personal slave. "

walking from the other woman she waved her hand " you can go .. bring me news as soon as the team returns.. i want to know everything."

as the girl left she turned to her slave and smiled. " i think this calls for a celebration.. but first.. let us celebrate on our own... come and remove my garments for me." she loved watching him move. he was powerfull and strong.. and hers to do with as she pleased..

 

[slippedhalo]

Aegea turned slightly to look as one of her scarves was unwound from her body and fell to the floor. She was now completely exposed from the waist up. Modesty made her blush and move to cover her nipples which were already beginning to harden and pucker in the throne room's cool air but one look from the king told her to keep her hands from them. She obeyed but the eyes upon her now felt like drills making holes into the back of her skull as she became much more aware of how vulnerable she felt being on display, even despite her training and knowing that was indeed her job at such a gathering, it unnerved her more than she had expected it to. So, she focused her attention on the king as he continued to caress her quietly.

 

[Tuomas]

The king was thoroughly enjoying his slave. She had wonderfully smooth skin, that felt so good to be touched. And when he unraveled the scarf covering her chest, he felt a definate stirring in his loins as her magnificent breasts were revealed to his gaze. Magnificent did not mean big, in his Majesty's vocabulary, but pert, and the right size to cradle with his hands.

After tantilizing his fingertips with the warm taste of her skin, and drunk in her breasts with his eyes, the King succumbed to the tempation of grasping her revealed luxuries. His hand brushed lightly over her pukered nipples, enjoying the sensation of her breathing. The crowd was paying significantly more atention now to the scene on the throne, which made the King grin to himself. Her smell was infusing his nostrils, making him more aroused. He pinched her nipples, and massaged her breasts against her chest, contemplating his next move.

 

[poohlive]

He did not hesitate, moving just as soon as the words spoke from her mouth. She desired to be undressed and he would be the one to undress her. He had been hard to break, even for the atmosphere of this planet. In the beginning he held back, he would pause before each order had been carried out. As if in his mind he still struggled.

The air worked its magic though, with all male brains. Now, he was soft, pliant, eager as a puppy to carry out such orders for her.

The robes were fastened loosely, letting her soft flesh become exposed if she stood just the right way. He untied them, letting them fall from her shoulders. She only remained in one slip, near see thru, only covering her waist down.

Small moans always left him when he undressed her. To see her emerge from her clothing, watch as it fell from her, draping down in pools of cloth at her feet. His breathing would get harsh, deeper. The need or sex in the back of his brain already running into overdrive.

He tore at the slip from her body. Taking it in both of his hands, ripping it, letting it fall around her as well. He came up, kissing at her neck. Already he wanted to touch, to play, to taste her. His lips came out, kissing along her neck, his tongue running up to her ear. He took the lobe in his mouth, teeth nibbling down on it.

His muscles hardened under the duress, his breath short, ragged, throaty whispers of sounds that were not words came to her ear. He wished he could tell her how he felt, what he felt, but he couldn't. He just could not let her understand, other than the soft groaning against her skin. The way he brought in her scent, her taste, devouring her as she stood before in naked.