What if? (Closed for PhoenixPrime01 & Sexy Chele)

[PhoenixPrime01]

What if reincarnation is a fact and not something that is debated?

What if we die and are reborn endlessly and our gender remains the same each birth?
What if, after the first birth, we are always seeking our ‘soul mate', our first true love?
What if down through the ages, in every life that search goes on, but not always successfully? However, each time it is successful we find ourselves fulfilling not just the same roles but also each other. One completing the other perfectfully. Two parts of one whole finally together to mesh as one.
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OOC: Wulfgar Rolfsson

Description: 6' 2", 235 pounds of lean, tanned muscle. Long red/blonde hair and beard. Very blue eyes.

Age: 23
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It's early spring in the Northern latitudes and the ice in the fjord has melted and the long ships are being prepared for another season's sailing to go Viking and for some trading with the countries to the South.

Wulfgar and his band are floating the ship and finishing the final preparations for sailing. All of the ropes are checked and replaced as needed. The new sail is furled ready to be spread. The prayers have been said and the final casks of water are being placed aboard as friends and relatives gather for the farewell.

The thrall (slave) who's body ‘greased' the ways for refloating is prepared to be burned to carry the messages for a good and safe voyage, a profitable voyage to the Gods. Odin One-Eye, the Old Man, does like his messages brought personally and so it shall be.

The farewell party begins and carries on long into the night, far past when the thrall's funeral pyre is a pile of coals. Much mead and beer is consumed. Dancing and revelry are slowing as couples steal off into the darkness for intimate farewells until finally none remain around the slowly dying bonfire.

Dawn breaks early to the sounds of much moaning and groaning from those who over indulged last night. One by one all find their way to the water for an ice cold immersion to clear the senses and prepare for the voyage.

Wulfgar, as the chief of the ship, calls all to board then boards when the last member of 45 man crew is aboard. The long ship, Sea Dragon, is pushed from where the keel holds it to the bottom and glides into the fjord. All wave their final farewells and the oars are extended. They sweep the water driving the Sea Dragon off on her second voyage. Last year's was her maiden voyage and a fine season's plundering ensured that Wulfgar would have no problem gathering a crew for this season.

He had decided on Erie as the first place they'd strike. It would be a village or town with a monastery so that the treasure of the hated Christian church could be added to the loot and perhaps thralls taken from the village or town.

The voyage was uneventful and within three days the coast of Erie was in sight. They slowly sailed along watching for the telltale signs of a monastery knowing that it would mean a town or village with sufficient wealth to support it and so worth their time to pillage and plunder.

At last the walls and tower of a monastery was spotted and the Sea Dragon put out to sea so any watchers would think it was sailing away. In fact it returned as the sun set and was beached within an hours walk of the small cove where the monastery had been spotted.

Wulfgar and Thorson went to scout as the crew guarded the ship and prepared for battle. Weapons were sharpened again, shields and helms checked as well as their straps for cracks one last time. Wouldn't do to have a strap break when it was needed to hold the shield in place.

On their return Wulfgar reported thusly to the crew.

"It is a small town. We saw no sign of soldiers just villagers and monks. There are two hands twice of buildings, coracles (round boats for shipping and fishing) on the beach and the Christian building.
"Rest now, eat and we will attack just as the moon is full and high.
"Arn, Helm stand guard now and til we return. The next time it will be another's turn. Your share is ensured of course."

They muttered and complained under their breath about missing the fighting and plundering of the first town but obeyed nonetheless taking positions on the high ground so the camp couldn't be surprised.

Food was consumed, beer was drunk but not in large quantities just to wash down the food and all rested quietly until the moon was an hour from being fully high above. Then the men left in silence. The only sounds the creaking of leather, thudding of feet and an occasional clink of metal on metal

All were experienced fighters and Vikings and knew that stealth was their ally. Surprise would allow them to strike first and hard. That would lessen their danger and the abilities of the defenders to repulse them.

Each pair had been assigned a building to seize and secure. Three had been tasked with holding the monastery gate to prevent any interference from that direction should there be any fighters staying there. The signal for the general attack would be Wulfgar's bellowed, "Odin."

The few dogs were silenced by cast spears as each took his assigned post. Time passed and then the quiet of the night was shattered by "FOR ODIIIN!!! FOR ODIN ONE EYE!!!"

Thorson kicked in the door of the house as Wulfgar bellowed out the signal. A dog leaped for his throat only to land on his up raised shield, but it's weight bore him backwards from the doorway. Wulfgar rushed inside knowing Thorson, who'd killed a bear single handedly with his spear, could deal with the dog.

As he entered the large room a blanket was jerked aside and a man emerged. He rushed Wulfgar and spitted himself on a raised sword. With an efficient twist the blade opened his belly from navel to chest. The thrust of a foot removed the body as a boy dropped from an overhead loft. He rushed to the fire and grabbed a large knife and cleaver. Brandishing both and screaming like a madman he rushed Wulfgar. Blows were blocked by shield and the boys legs were cut out from under him by a sweep under the shield. As he screamed and fell a sweep of the sword separated his head from his shoulders.

No other attacks forthcoming Wulfgar entered the area the man had come from. A woman in her night shift screamed and cowered on the bed. She was drawn back in the corner of the room shivering and screaming. Two strides and Wulfgar crossed to her and silenced her with one blow from his hand.

Returning to the main room he saw Thorson entering the door blood dripping from his axe, the dog being too close for the spear. With a nod of his head toward the bedroom, Wulfgar began to climb the ladder to the loft, his shield leading the way.

 

[SexyChele]

Siofra awoke when the door of the house crashed in. She heard her brother move about the loft, then jumped when she heard his screams. At first, she thought she was in the midst of a dream gone bad, yet all was real.

She huddled into a corner of her pallet, her blanket wrapped about her. Though the air was chill, her heart was pounding such that she was sweating. Fear gripped her heart as she wondered what to do. Her father had told her that if anyone should harm her, she was to run to the cellar. Yet, how was that possible now?

Then a new noise came to her ears. Some one was slowly making their way up to the loft. Up to where she would be discovered. Siofra looked about, yet there was no escape. The tiny room that comprised her bedroom was tiny, to say the least. And the only window was high under the eaves and could bare be big enough to pass a babe through. The only means of escape was through the door - outside of which some one horrid would soon be standing.

She wondered where this had come from, how this had happened. That day had been one of beauty. An early spring day, with winter's chill still clinging to the air. The green for which her land was known was beginning to spring forth, and if felt good to feel the sun against her face after winter's long grayness. Siofra had just turned 18, and just this past winter had noticed her body attracted the attention of many of the boys in the village. She knew that by the end of the year she would be made wife, and hopefully already big with child.

As her name implied, she was elf-like - tiny and delicate. Her slender figure had remained child-like until just recently when her breasts and hips filled out as a woman's. Her dark auburn hair reached to her knees, and the color offset perfectly her delicately pale skin. Her green eyes rivaled that of the hills just beyond the village. And though she was small, Siofra had never backed down from a fight - indeed the lashing of her tongue was cause for great amusement among the villagers.

But now something was horribly wrong, and once again she looked in gloom and spotted a heavy wooden stick her father used in the small garden behind their house. Not much of a weapon, she knew, but better than nothing.

Getting up quickly from her pallet, she clutched the stick to her, her heart pounding. She was barely aware of the thin cotton shift that covered her body, or the chill that seeped through it.

She heard the footsteps stop at the top of the stairs, and held her breath. Her heard the latch move, and knew a hand on the other side was lifting it. Taking a wide stance, Siofra raised the stick, ready to strike at whoever entered the doorway.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Wulfgar:

The door to the first room at the was open. A glance showed the small room was empty. 'Perhaps the boys,' I thought as I moved to the second, closed, door.

Shield held before me I slowly lifted the latch and then with a hard kick drove it open. It crashed against the wall in the room and shield foremost I stepped into the doorway.

There was a disheveled, but lovely young woman in the room brandishing a thick cudgel or stick.

Laughing quietly, "Drop the stick and spare yourself pain little wench. You now belong to me." As I spoke I sheathed my sword, as it wouldn't be needed right now, and took a step toward you.

 

[SexyChele]

Her mouth gaped open as she stared at the largest man she had ever seen walk through the door. She watched as he sheathed his sword and started to come towards her. Siofra wasted no time. Raising the stick high over her head, she brought it down with all her weight towards the invader.

It glanced a blow off of his shoulder. Siofra knew she would be no match for this man, yet she would not simply go with him like some livestock he had found. She watched as his face registered shock, before she raised the stick again, ready to take another blow against the man.

“I’ll not go with you or any man who knows nothing but murdering innocent people!” She went to swing again, this time hoping to connect with his head.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Wulfgar:

I'd been distracted by how your body, your breasts moved under the flimsy blanket. Now as you swung the cudgel it slipped letting a lush breast pop out and beginning to slide from your apparently nude body. This lovely distraction made me slow to raise my shield but not so slow as to let the stick do more than glance off my shoulder.

"HAHAHAHA!" I laughed as I took the step needed to close with you. My shield was discarded as one hand gripped the wrist of the hand holding the cudgel and twisted until pain made you drop it.

My other hand ripped the blanket from you and threw it behind me before capturing your other hand as it swung toward my head. I pulled both arms up and wide apart and lifting you from your feet. My eyes raked down your body and back to your face again.

"Ahhh, you're a lovely and lush prize. I'll claim you as mine wench. You will be part of my plunder."

I toss you to the bed and when you try to bolt up again stop you in mid jump with a slap. Not to your face, but to one of your large breasts. A red handprint immediately shows on your white skin as you fall back clutching yourself and screaming in pain.

Your blanket is torn into strips and used to bind your ankles and wrists before I flip you onto your belly and use another strip to tie wrists to ankles to make sure you remain here waiting for my return.

"I will return wench and then I'll make you mine. Mine forever. Forever my slave."

 

[SexyChele]

Siofra

Everything had happened so suddenly, Siofra did not even have time to respond. But the look in his eyes - even in the moonlit room - as he raked over her body was something she could not get out of her mind.

The slap to her breast coursed pain through her body. She had never been hit or slapped before by anyone. She had always been the favorite of her father, who would allow no strike against his daughter. This first blow to her delicate skin was a shock to her brain and body.

She strugged as her wrists and ankles were bound, but her slight build was no match for the hulking figure above her. She cried out as he flipped her onto her stomach and tied her ankles to her wrists. She was completely immobile now. Every time she struggled against her bonds, she felt the painful pull in her shoulders and thighs.

His words slowly sunk into her brain - "his" slave? She had heard of maurading parties that invaded villages and took captives - never to be seen or heard from again. Most probably ending up dead, their bodies discarded in the sea. The thought that she would end up dead at the age of 18 brought tears to her eyes. But she refused to allow this, this, ogre to see her cry.

She heard him give a heartly laugh, then exit from the room, closing the door. Only then did she lower her face to her pallet and let the tears flow freely.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Wulfgar:

Back down the stairs I say, "Now lets join the others. The girl upstairs in mine. I claim her as part of my plunder. No one is to touch her."

We hurry outside and join in the final stages of capturing the village and then assaulting the Christian house. All of the priests are slain for they offend Old One-Eye with their false religion. Each is nailed to a wall and made into a Blood Eagle so they may carry prayers and wishes to Odin.

The church is plundered and a fairly large quantity of silver and some gold and gems are now part of the plunder stacking up in the village square. Rolf is sent with 7 of the crew to bring the Sea Dragon here so all can be loaded.

That taken care of I have the men select those they wish as thralls, if any, and the rest are confined in the Christian house with their dead priests. Now I can go and take possession of my slave.

Returning to her house I enter, mount the stairs and enter the room to find her on the floor. Apparently her struggles rolled her from the bed. Laughing as I look down at her I begin to strip off my weapons, breast plate and then my tunic.

Moving across the room naked, except for my boots, I stand over her and again look at what' to be mine. "Little wench you are now my slave. I will do to and with you anything I choose. I will give orders and you will obey them all. If you disobey me I will punish you. If you do not please me I will punish you. If you try to escape I will not only punish you I will also hamstring you so you will have to crawl in the dirt for the rest of your life."

I squat and untie wrists from ankles as you think about all I've just told you then continuing to remove your bindings go on, "Now slave it is time for you to give your master pleasure for the first time. You may fight if you wish, but if you do I will hurt you as much as needed to subdue you and the result will be the same.
"On your back slave and spread your legs for your master. NOW !" As I finish I stand and move back a step and between you and my weapons, just in case.

 

[SexyChele]

Siofra’s tumble to the floor had not been hard, but she realized her vulnerability. Still she struggled, only to feel the bindings cut deeper into her flesh. When the giant of a man returned, she blushed furiously at his laugh. He knew he laughed at her weak attempt to free herself, but still she felt the ire rise within herself.

At his words she began to take note. She realized this was no game. This was no teasing or something to take lightly. The full force of realization came to her that she was now his slave. His to do with as he pleased. She could be used and discarded, or sold, or killed. Her life was no longer her own. Her heart thudded in her chest and her breath came in shallow gasps.

As he gave the order for her to lie on her back and spread her legs, a scream of alarm went through her head. Siofra came from a family that was poor – as most of the villagers were. The only thing of value that she had was her maidenhead. And that was something she had been told to guard against all else. Better to die the death of a martyr and virgin then to give herself as a whore.

Her body was trembling, her mind in agony. She had no doubt this man would kill her in an instant. Moving slowly to lie on her back, Siofra fought to spread her legs before this man – the only man to see her nakedness in her entire life. She closed her eyes tightly, still the tears seeped through her thick lashes and down her fair cheeks.

“Sir,” she barely spoke, “I’ve not yet known a man. Could it be that you would take a virgin with such harshness and cruelty?”

She hoped that somewhere inside of his hulking figure there would pity shown to her in her plea. Somehow, she doubted it.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Wulfgar:

"I'm not totally unfeeling my slave. I will give you a choice. You may cooperate and I will make it as pleasurable for you as I can. If you fight me or refuse to do as I ask then I will "take" what's mine.

Kneeling beside you one of my hands gently kneads and caresses your breasts as the other strokes your belly lightly.

"Use you hand slave. Arouse me by gently playing and stroking my cock."

 

[SexyChele]

His words fell on Siofra’s ears, and still she was frightened. She had never seen a man naked, and the sight amazed and intrigued her. She felt his hands on her breasts and her belly, and every urge told her to fight, to try to escape. Yet, there was no denying his handsome features, his blue eyes piercing into her green ones. His touch was causing her body to tingle in a way it never had before.

She looked down to the member he had indicated, only to discover that he was partially hard. Her mind recoiled at the thought of touching him – she had been told it was not a good thing. Yet, at the same time, she could not deny her curiousity. His body was so different from hers. She glanced once into the blue eyes, and then looked down once more. Reaching out with her hands, she lightly stroked his manhood. She heard him gasp, and for a moment believed she had caused him pain. Yet, he seemed to grow between her fingers.

With even more courage, she wrapped her hands around his fullness. Her hands were like the rest of her – small and delicate – and her fingers barely surrounded him. She felt his hips begin to thrust towards her softly. She began to slide her hands down the shaft and then back up over the head. She felt him throb beneath her hands, and was almost startled as she watched his cock begin to stand straight up, until it pointed at his belly. She felt it bob and twitch under her hands, and she felt somewhat proud of her accomplishment.

Until she realized this was what the village girls had meant when they said a man must enter a woman. Surely he would not demand that of her? Not when he could see the difference in size between them? Her thoughts filled with him between her legs, with her feeling herself being torn in two, and fear filled her heart as she once more looked up into his eyes.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Wolfgar:

"MMMMMmmmmmmmmm feels wonderful my slave. Keep it up. Make me harder so I can claim what I now own... you."

I shift so that I'm between your legs and sit on my feet. My hands now claim and gently play with both of your tits at the same time, both of your nipples as I look into your eyes reading what you're feeling there.

"Now my slave you will hold me in your hand and you will press the head between your lower lips and slide it up and down your slit for me. You will especially rub it on your opening and on the hard nubbin at the top of your slit.
"Begin my slave and remember obey and I will try to make this as pleasurable for you as it will be for me... either way with or without your obeying."

 

[SexyChele]

The size of him in her hand scared Siofra, yet his size and tone of his voice left her no doubt but that she would do as he said. She stroked his manhood a few more times, letting her fingers smooth the clear liquid at the top over the tip.

At his instructions, she looked into his eyes. He seemed calm, but she could not tell if he would be true to his word. She had heard that the first time for a woman was painful. There would be blood. She remembered once, as a very young girl, she had happened on her parents coupling. Her father grunted as his hips moved up and down. Her mother laid there, neither encouraging nor pushing him away. It had taken only a few moments, before her father had given her mother a final thrust then rolled over onto his back. She had watched as her mother had wiped the remains of his lust from her body in disgust.

Is that what was to happen to her? Of had her father taken her mother without concern for her pleasure? Is that what this man meant?

Siofra was tempted to rebel, to turn away. Yet, his blue eyes held hers steady. She brought his cock closer to her, until it brushed her sex. She gasped and jumped slightly at the feel of him. Then, doing as she was told, she began to rub him up and down her slit. She brought him up to the tiny point he had told her to, and she jumped at the intense feeling it generated. She couldn’t help but release a sigh of pleasure. She was also surprised at how slick he moved against her. Almost against her will, she felt a small smile cross her face.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Wolgfgar:

"Mmmmmmmm, very good slave. Mmmmm, so soft, so hot, you feel goood slave. Keep it up and you'll feel even better. Keep it up and you will be begging me to take you, to claim you and make you mine."

My eyes move from your eyes to your hand and what you're doing with my cock. I watch as you press it to your opening and slide it up to your clit. I watch as you press it to the little hardness and rub me on it and I smile at your reactions and little sounds as your hand moves me harder and faster along your slit.

My eyes move up your body to watch my hands as I knead and mould your breasts, squeeze them and pinch and roll your hard nipples, give them a tug and begin all over again.

Then I again look into your eyes. You can see my arousal rising as you look into mine and I can see yours as well as hear yours in your eyes and small sounds.

 

[SexyChele]

Siofra was shocked at the waves of pleasure encompassing her body. His hardness against the tiny, hard nub brought shivers of pleasure through her body. How could something this good ever feel bad?

She looked up into his eyes, and saw what she had seen in many men’s eyes before – want and lust. At first she was fearful – what if this was just a trick? A way to get her to submit to his desires, while her body was abused?

She almost hesitated, almost stopped. But something in the blueness of his eyes kept her going, kept her rubbing his hardness against her. She felt slippery and wet. She was embarassed – did all women have this?

His hands on her breasts squeezed and kneaded, her nipples pulled and twisted – yet, in an oddly pleasurable way. She heard herself moan, heard the soft mewling sounds, and was surprised. She glanced down at his firm member, seemingly larger than before. It was wet and slick, and her hand was gliding over it.

She looked up in his eyes, unsure of what to do, what to say. She placed the tip of his manhood near her entrance. Somehow it felt so very right, yet a touch of fear held her back…

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Wulfgar:

My hands filled with your heavy breasts and felt them growing tighter, harder. When my fingers pinched and rolled or tugged your nipples they too felt even harder.

The unconscious sounds you made as you rubbed my cock on your clit and the unconscious movements of your hips told me just how excited you were getting, as if your scent filling the room and your wetness hadn't already.

When your hand placed my cock's head at the entrance of where no man had been before it took all of my willpower not to simply drive into you and take what I now owned. However, you weren't the only slave I'd known nor the first virgin I'd encountered.

I knew that being brutal with you would allow me to have my pleasure at the cost of yours. I also knew that if I had you do it, if I just entered you and held fast, difficult as that would be, you would progress at a pace that would ensure you would be writhing and screaming in pleasure. When that happened then you would be truly mine and I would own more than just your slave's body, luscious as that might be.

My fingers moved to your nipples and squeezed and twisted them both to the edge of pain. At the same time my hips moved just enough to enter your cunt. Just enough to allow my cock's head to find it's place with your wet heat and velvet walls.

I stop just inside as my hands now kneaded, caressed and squeezed both of your tits, my eyes holding yours as I said softly, "I am your Master. I own you for you are my slave and will always be mine. When you can't stand it, can't hold back the feelings any longer slave, when you have to surrender yourself to the feelings and your needs, then you may move and you may fuck your Master's cock for the first time."

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

*Bump*

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

*Bump*

 

[SexyChele]

His hands on her breasts brought shivers of such pleasure, Siofra had never before known. She watched in fascination as the nipples hardened into nubs that screamed pleasure whenever his fingers brushed or pinched them.

As she held him at the entrance to her sex, she was suddenly torn. No man had known her in this way, and yet she had no other choice but to allow it to happen. She could not run and she could not fight, she could only bear it.

Yet, as his manhood entered her, and she felt the slight stretch, her fear turned to wonderment. What if it truly weren't that bad? It didn't feel hurtful to her now. No, not in the least. Yet, he was a large man, and though she's not seen a man naked except the young boys in the village, she suspected what she held her in hand was above average in size as well.

As his eyes sought hers, she felt him press deeper into her, and she gritted her teeth for the inevitable. But, it didn't happen. Instead, his blue eyes caught her green ones, and held them fast. He was urging her to give into the desires of her flesh, to seek him out and impale herself on his shaft. Her eyes searched his face for a trick, for the devil's own mischief, but she could find none of it.

Lying there, not moving, she tested his resolve. He lay atop her, not moving, his eyes raking over her body. He held his word, and yet she felt as if he swelled within her. Looking at his well-proportioned body, a twinge of awakening occurred within her. She ran her fingers along his arms and over his shoulders. She watched as his muscles reacted to her touch, and felt a primal urge within herself.

Moving slowly, unsure if what she did was right, she began to move towards him. Her eyes sought his, searching to see if she was indeed correct in her actions. But his eyes revealed no secrets. She would force reaction from him! Make him respond to her!

She clutched his shoulders, and spread her legs wide. She began moving wih greater passion, feeling him slide within her, and she smiled. Now, this wasn't so bad then. Those old women in the village had nothing better to jabber about -

Suddenly a tearing pain engulfed Siofra. She cried out as she felt her body being rent in two. For a moment, she stopped, the pain coursing through her body. Was this what was meant? She realized in that instant that what she had lost was something a future husband would pay dearly for, and she had given it to this man as easily as any whore would please a man with gold in his pocket.

Tears welled up in her eyes. She was determined not to let him see her cry, but she was pinned beneath him and there was nothing she could about it. As tears rolled slowly down the sides of her face, she realized a strange thing: the pain between her thighs seemed to ease.

Not able to look him in the face just yet, she tenderly moved along his shaft, expecting the pain and finding none. In it's place a different sensation had come - one of pleasure and wonderment. As she began to move against him once more, allowing her body to feel all that there was to feel, her tears flowed freely down her face for the loss of her innocense.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Wulfgar:

OOC: Weren't their words kind. *s*
BTW Chele, your return proves two of the old adages:
1) Good things come to those who wait &
2) Patience is a virtue.
I waited patiently and you've returned. *ss*

IC:
I fought a hard fight to restrain myself and won. I waited patiently as I felt you move gingerly and slowly. Each time taking more of me into your depths.

I still looked into your green eyes, a lovely and wonderful color, as I inched into you a bit more and again stopped.

I waited patiently as your muscles squeezed me without your even realizing or understanding it. There was no doubt I was your first.

I smiled down at you as you began to move with more assurance taking me deeper into you every time your hips rose from the bed.
I knew what was to happen when your legs widened and your hands gripped my shoulders. I knew you were going to drive me in deeper that you had so far.

As you lifted harder and farther from the bed, my hips twitched forward to meet you without your even realizing it you were getting to deep in the feelings you were experienceing for the first time.

Our combined movements breached the barrier that had sealed your womanhood. Now you were no longer untouched, unsullied or virgin. Now you were no longer a girl or maiden. Now you were fully a woman.

As your cried out my fingers pinched, rolled and tugged your nipples to add pleasure to the pain you were feeling. I hoped it would ease it a bit and also prepare you for your future as a slave for slaves feel many kinds of pain. Not all are bad, as my father, when dealing with his thralls, had taught me at an early age. I heard them begging and pleading for more and screaming in pleasure at the pain and pleasure they were given.

The tears blur your lovely eyes, but you move again and a look of surprise and wonderment spreads across your face and into your wet eyes. You've just found out that there is pleasure past the pain.

Still gripping both of your lush breasts I lean until my elbows are along side of you on the bed. Then I lick away all of your tears and kiss your eyes until they stop flowing.

Then I kiss you for the first time. My lips meet your soft, full ones and press them against your teeth. The tip of my tounge slides along the seam where they part until you. . .

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Bump*

Yet again Chele. *L

 

[SexyChele]

The warmth of his tongue felt wonderful against her hot, wet cheeks. Siofra closed her eyes, allowing herself to absorb the feelings, and when his lips met hers, she was almost startled. Her eyes flew open, yet his lips were pinned against hers and his tongue was sliding past her lips. She stiffened slightly, not sure of what he was doing. Then, slowly, she allowed him between her lips and felt his tongue searching and probing. For a moment she lay there, unsure of how she was to react. His tongue kept teasing hers, until, by instinct, she responded. Her tongue met his and the dance began - his certain and sure, hers meek and tentative.

Siofra slid her hands from his shoulders and moved them along his back, feeling the powerful muscles beneath the skin. Her touch was light - she was curious about this man, but shy at the same time. He had said he "owned" her. Yet, in the things that she had been told about slaves, this was not among them. What was her fate? She could not help but think her future would not be ordinary - it couldn't be.

And then she felt him move within her, and her thoughts about the future, indeed about the past, were wiped from her mind. She could only feel him, breathe him, see him. He was what she wanted here and now. She felt her body respond to him, her hips lifting to meet his thrust, her tongue dancing against his with more confidence. She felt a rising heat from her most secret of places, a heat that spread across her body and enveloped her mind.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Wulfgar:

Once again the hesitant way you reacted to my first kiss showed your inexperience and I smiled inside as I knew that I had much to teach you and you had much to learn. Lessons that you may hate at first but eventually you'd come to look forward to what was taught knowing it gave me pleasure and doing that would give you as much pleasure. . . when I granted it for I was now your Master and Owner.

Our bodies moved in tandum. My hips pulled back so that just the head of my cock held you open as yours withdrew. Then we moved together again and my cock's head slowly spread the wet, stainy wall of your woman's pussy until it touched your inner wall, your cervix. There was a pause as I move my hips side to side to rub the head across your cervix and open you a bit more.

My fingers released your hard nipples and my palms covered them as splayed fingers gripped the firm tits that were growing even harder as your passion rose higher and higher. I squeezed and released them. My fingers moved to another place and my palm rubbed as it rotated on the hard nipples being pressed into your breasts.

I continued to match your pace as we kissed more and more deeply and fervently.

I was determined that this, your first time with a man, would result in you screaming as your passion, your lust and need overwhelmed you. . .for the first time, but not the last.

 

[SexyChele]

Siofra moaned under his lips as his fingers and hands played with her breasts, filling her with a sensation she had not known before. She had noticed the men in the village gazing at her breasts, yet she never understood why - she had been told her breasts would one day nuture children. Now, she was discovering just why men gazed so longingly them. And she wondered why women kept this such a secret. She sighed and moaned and hoped he would never stop. Her nipples were hard points, and his palms pressed them deeply into her, making her squirm with delight.

As his lips continued to search hers, she gave up willingly to their demand. She attempted to copy what he was doing, hoping she was doing the correct thing. Her tongue met his, and together they danced feverishly.

But it was the feeling in her lower body that most alarmed her. He was pulling and pushing in and out of Siofra, and the feeling was good. But, slowly, she felt a heat spreading from where he entered her. Not the same heat that had taken her virginity, but a deep warmth. His body against her rubbed a point that was causing her to squirm and gasp.

She was confused - what was this new feeling? All she knew was that she didn't want it to go away. It was more pleasure than she had ever known. She broke from his kiss, and placed her hands on either side of his head. Gasping, suddenly trying to breathe, she felt her face grimace slightly and her body began to tense. Speaking in a low growl, she wasn't sure if he could even hear her.

"What is happening? OH! I feel so....so....stran-"

And suddenly she felt as though her mind were scattered into thousands of pieces. Her body took on a life of its own that she neither understood, nor cared to. She felt she was dying, a pleasant death, and if this was what death truly was, she was happy to be going.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Wulfgar:

When she broke the kiss I watched as her face was transformed by her passion into a mask of lust. I watched as her eyes widened and her pupils dilated and felt it as her hips jerked and jumped to impale herself on me over and over in a near frenzy.

When she gutterly growled, "What is happening? OH! I feel so....so....stran-" is when I felt her walls grip my cock as if in a velvet vise then clench and relax again and again as her first release flowed through her newly made woman's body trying to milk my seed from my balls.

I pushed in deeper and rubbed the head of my cock on her deepest wall as I watched her eyes rolling back so they were nearly all whites.

Her body shook and jumped as her legs wrapped around me with a mind of her own and her heels pushed against my ass trying to force me in deeper still, but I held back and denied her that last inch... for now.

I licked her lips and the sweat from her face and remained still holding my release back by sheer willpower. I'd have it soon enough, but not before she had another of her own. Perhaps we'd cum together, but from this time forward she'd know she was a woman, she'd become a wanton little slave and beg for my use so she could feel this again and again. She'd be pleasing and obedient just to be rewarded with the feeling now racing through her.

 

[SexyChele]

Siofra was breathing heavily, her eyes closed, her heart pounding. She had never heard of the village women talk of such things as had happened to her, and she wondered if she were normal to feel such as this. She was certain she was going to die, but yet here she was - still living and breathing.

Slowly, she opened her eyes, and looked down at her body. She was covered in sweat as though she had been engaged in some sort of hard labor. And the man above her was atop her, his member still deep inside of her. She raised her green eyes into his blue ones looking for some sort of answer. Yet, he continued to stare down into her eyes, his face a mask.

His hips continued to move against her, yet now Siofra felt soreness developing in that most tender of areas. She squirmed beneath him, wanting to get away. After all, they had coupled, had they not? Granted she felt such pleasure as she had never known before, but why was he still continuing? Was there more to this?

She began to struggle in earnest. She had been used, pleasurably yes, but how long would he persist?

Placing her hands on his chest, she pushed against him as she tried to close her legs.

"Please, please, let me go. You've had your way, what more do you want!" Siofra could feel her anger growing, yet she knew she must keep it in check. As she struggled she was shocked when he took her hands in his and held them tight above her head. Fear began to creep into her eyes, and she looked into his pleading with him.

Yet, she could already feel her body, sore and tender, begin to respond to his thrusting. Her hips reached up to his, and her shame was complete that she would allow this man to continue to use her.