[/img]"http://i.imgur.com/JZBd50w.png" style="avatar" style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;]Leon needed no answer to his question.
That arrogance was not forgotten in their passions, though it was, at times, something the mage found intoxicating- she wanted that ego all to herself. His pomp, his cockiness, his incredulous demeanor. Pfifer was drawn to this man for reasons other than fate and circumstance. She genuinely craved the sociopath buried beneath a once altruistic shell. She had broken him free from what good he clung to, and had taken all there was to take in terms of support. His brothers had abandoned him to the seductive unknown, and he loved her more than any other was capable of doing. Leon was Pfifer's conquest; the prize she was awarded in the midst of a blood feud older than most who still dwelt in the plane housing Telara. Her captive who held the reins only in show, and deserved no less than the inevitable despair she brought upon their linked heads.
Misery loved company.
Their bindings tightened with an elasticity of countless bands drawing them close to one another. In this state, Pfifer couldn't speak more than the barest utterances, and such words were meant to be incantations. Leon, in his greed, was interrupting. It simply wouldn't do to have him talking while her taut and craven sex hugged his girth so tensely. Among the magicks, the smoke and the sweat, Pfifer was dripping along the other Elf's thighs, smearing her affections as they oozed messily between them. A bend of her back fed into a forceful shove, basing his cock without any pause. Her body would quiver, the hum of electric intensity spiking through the enclosure like a storm possessed the woman. It left the blonde gasping, her heart thundering in the cage of her chest while normally blue hues seemed alight with amber radiance. When her eye lids flickered, and her lips hastily paused their words, so too did their joined figures receive a momentous surge of power.
Pfifer would be the first to buckle, her body dropping forward so only shaky elbows were left propping up her still clothed torso. Gossamer ripped audibly, tattered and trashed by the sharp movements, leaving her breasts to spill from the remnants of her robe. Nature had a way of enhancing their act, the open beyond their shielded bubble as dark and twisted as the two it housed rutting in it's clearing. Pfifer had never been fucked on the ground before, so with each violent thrust sent to impose Leon's length upon her constricting sex, the woman found herself taking note of the scenery. There was appeal in what threats resided beyond their field of vision; a quiet whisper of deviance that seemed unique to the couple. Such thoughts hardly had room to blossom in the grove of Pfifer's psyche, but in the same fashion a strong wind might blow through on a summer day, the barest passing of the idea was enough to knit her inner workings into a frenzy.
Every inch punished her.
It wasn't inherently cruel to be taken so savagely by her partner, but Leon gave no hint of working that strained orifice any less than he was, and the toll was great on Pfifer. He would only quicken while craving her cunt, demanding more from his whispering concubine until she was engulfed in an overwhelming aura of desire that started as the smallest irritation in the pit of her stomach. Teasing, the sensation swelled and grew until the petite mage shook in her knees, furthering that needy collective of inner workings to envelope Leon's cock. He was swallowed in her wanton, coated and molded around so the hugging walls of her stretched hole were impossibly restrictive. A cock too big for poor Pfifer- yet she took it all without a complaint. Such a good girl she was, quivering as undulating muscles shuddered in attempt to coax a climax from the male.
Hers was a wicked release; she cried out his name when she came all over the head of his cock.
No text she read ever demanded such worship from the conduit of power, yet she was the most devout creature Leon could hope to claim, going above and beyond to mend his injuries. What they accomplished in the flames, with their bodies smothered in otherworldly fire that couldn't seem to catch, was beyond the typical Telaran's capabilities. Ascension had stirred a great deal of potential in Pfifer, and such was paired with the woman's vast knowledge of the arcane- the planes were damned, should plans follow through. The old gods would devour this land while the mages watched their progress from dimensions away. Leon was her weapon, but beyond this, he was her lifeline. The anchor that kept the woman from being entirely consumed by a darkness that existed before the birth of man, or the rise of their gods.
"Give it to me-" Such words came on the waves of her orgasm, alabaster cheeks now flushed with color while Leon smacked the bared flesh of her ass. The ripples brought a tinge of pain in time with a pulse of pleasure. How she writhed for him then, grinding and desperate to saturate his cock with the juices he had worked so hard to earn. Her love was vicious, and even in this state of euphoria, she wanted him just as vulnerable as she was. To be broken so she could rebuild from his stripped and ragged remains, that was what she wanted then; he needed to cum. The hunger she harbored refused to wane. Her greed was just as prevalent as Leon's, if not more so, as her spasming cunt milked and kneaded the High Elf's cock. She would drive him past the point of doubt- she was his salvation. No matter how carnal, no matter how monstrous.
There was no room for holding back when she demanded his compliance. No, she would take him then without a second thought. "Release." An order, clearly stated. She owned him, and whether he would admit this or not, she knew in her heart of hearts. Such was love embedded in the core of malignancy. She would die to protect him, even if it meant killing them both. Psychotic, unhealthy love the duo had forged in the fires of Hell, piles of bodies paving the way. The horror of their love was beautiful and terrifying. Far too intense for anyone else to appreciate, but if Leon had wanted to be free of Pfifer, he never would have taken her offer to follow her home all those months beforehand. This was their life. Their grave.
Eternity would come too soon.
That arrogance was not forgotten in their passions, though it was, at times, something the mage found intoxicating- she wanted that ego all to herself. His pomp, his cockiness, his incredulous demeanor. Pfifer was drawn to this man for reasons other than fate and circumstance. She genuinely craved the sociopath buried beneath a once altruistic shell. She had broken him free from what good he clung to, and had taken all there was to take in terms of support. His brothers had abandoned him to the seductive unknown, and he loved her more than any other was capable of doing. Leon was Pfifer's conquest; the prize she was awarded in the midst of a blood feud older than most who still dwelt in the plane housing Telara. Her captive who held the reins only in show, and deserved no less than the inevitable despair she brought upon their linked heads.
Misery loved company.
Their bindings tightened with an elasticity of countless bands drawing them close to one another. In this state, Pfifer couldn't speak more than the barest utterances, and such words were meant to be incantations. Leon, in his greed, was interrupting. It simply wouldn't do to have him talking while her taut and craven sex hugged his girth so tensely. Among the magicks, the smoke and the sweat, Pfifer was dripping along the other Elf's thighs, smearing her affections as they oozed messily between them. A bend of her back fed into a forceful shove, basing his cock without any pause. Her body would quiver, the hum of electric intensity spiking through the enclosure like a storm possessed the woman. It left the blonde gasping, her heart thundering in the cage of her chest while normally blue hues seemed alight with amber radiance. When her eye lids flickered, and her lips hastily paused their words, so too did their joined figures receive a momentous surge of power.
Pfifer would be the first to buckle, her body dropping forward so only shaky elbows were left propping up her still clothed torso. Gossamer ripped audibly, tattered and trashed by the sharp movements, leaving her breasts to spill from the remnants of her robe. Nature had a way of enhancing their act, the open beyond their shielded bubble as dark and twisted as the two it housed rutting in it's clearing. Pfifer had never been fucked on the ground before, so with each violent thrust sent to impose Leon's length upon her constricting sex, the woman found herself taking note of the scenery. There was appeal in what threats resided beyond their field of vision; a quiet whisper of deviance that seemed unique to the couple. Such thoughts hardly had room to blossom in the grove of Pfifer's psyche, but in the same fashion a strong wind might blow through on a summer day, the barest passing of the idea was enough to knit her inner workings into a frenzy.
Every inch punished her.
It wasn't inherently cruel to be taken so savagely by her partner, but Leon gave no hint of working that strained orifice any less than he was, and the toll was great on Pfifer. He would only quicken while craving her cunt, demanding more from his whispering concubine until she was engulfed in an overwhelming aura of desire that started as the smallest irritation in the pit of her stomach. Teasing, the sensation swelled and grew until the petite mage shook in her knees, furthering that needy collective of inner workings to envelope Leon's cock. He was swallowed in her wanton, coated and molded around so the hugging walls of her stretched hole were impossibly restrictive. A cock too big for poor Pfifer- yet she took it all without a complaint. Such a good girl she was, quivering as undulating muscles shuddered in attempt to coax a climax from the male.
Hers was a wicked release; she cried out his name when she came all over the head of his cock.
No text she read ever demanded such worship from the conduit of power, yet she was the most devout creature Leon could hope to claim, going above and beyond to mend his injuries. What they accomplished in the flames, with their bodies smothered in otherworldly fire that couldn't seem to catch, was beyond the typical Telaran's capabilities. Ascension had stirred a great deal of potential in Pfifer, and such was paired with the woman's vast knowledge of the arcane- the planes were damned, should plans follow through. The old gods would devour this land while the mages watched their progress from dimensions away. Leon was her weapon, but beyond this, he was her lifeline. The anchor that kept the woman from being entirely consumed by a darkness that existed before the birth of man, or the rise of their gods.
"Give it to me-" Such words came on the waves of her orgasm, alabaster cheeks now flushed with color while Leon smacked the bared flesh of her ass. The ripples brought a tinge of pain in time with a pulse of pleasure. How she writhed for him then, grinding and desperate to saturate his cock with the juices he had worked so hard to earn. Her love was vicious, and even in this state of euphoria, she wanted him just as vulnerable as she was. To be broken so she could rebuild from his stripped and ragged remains, that was what she wanted then; he needed to cum. The hunger she harbored refused to wane. Her greed was just as prevalent as Leon's, if not more so, as her spasming cunt milked and kneaded the High Elf's cock. She would drive him past the point of doubt- she was his salvation. No matter how carnal, no matter how monstrous.
There was no room for holding back when she demanded his compliance. No, she would take him then without a second thought. "Release." An order, clearly stated. She owned him, and whether he would admit this or not, she knew in her heart of hearts. Such was love embedded in the core of malignancy. She would die to protect him, even if it meant killing them both. Psychotic, unhealthy love the duo had forged in the fires of Hell, piles of bodies paving the way. The horror of their love was beautiful and terrifying. Far too intense for anyone else to appreciate, but if Leon had wanted to be free of Pfifer, he never would have taken her offer to follow her home all those months beforehand. This was their life. Their grave.
Eternity would come too soon.
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