Maybe, in some ways, Rhailo would always taunt him. Such was ingrained in the fibers of her very being. Meant to test the limits, to find gaps in the armor of others; be the armor steel encasement, or a raw emotional shroud. She demanded to see what made him tick, to get inside that foreign head of his and read his thoughts. Perhaps become intimate with the mind that controlled his hunger if she was meant to satisfy his every wanton command. If nothing else, the Auroun wanted to be thorough. Both could meet the others expectations if they wished to, but first there were lines to cross. Boundaries to ignore. Captures to make, and prizes to claim. Dominance to show while that natural fear was instilled. Rhailo didn't trust Demagol, but in some ways, she expected to learn how to; if only to make his invasive and territorial behavior more personal.
And Gods, how he invaded her territory...
Something in the way she answered his comments brought out a ferocity in her captor, and with his hips jack-hammering against her ass, he drove his cock up and in. This was initiated by a swift swat to one spread cheek, and upon impact, the Auroun hissed weakly as her body tried to recoil, but was unable. Just more twisting of her insides, undulating tissue and musculature all working to strangle the girth of his sheathed manhood. Her body craved him. That much was apparent in how attentive the woman's buxom physique remained to his every motion, shift, or sway. Especially when the Mandalorian directed her to curve against the wall so he was able to feel himself jab inwards. A hand at her breast, rough pads toyed with the mound of decadent flesh to send sparks through the encounter. All wet and craven, seeking salvation from a man with more blood to his name than a small army.
What had changed, she wondered when Demagol manhandled the Auroun in his quest to turn her around, to send her spiraling into some lust fed romp in the shower? There was little in way of resistance from Rhailo as she wanted to taste his grinning, cruel lips. Depravity had a way of making her blood boil, and with the wall now where her back resided, the woman flickered translucent orbs at the the rise of her chest before a lingering gaze cast over the tone of Demagol's body. Sliding along his cock, the woman studied ridges and rises beneath flesh, her fingers falling to the space where they didn't meet. To rest against his pectorals, dancing lightly where heart beats thundered. Strange beast he was, Rhailo again gave way to temptation, tongue against tongue to roll languidly while he demanded she accept him.
If this was only the beginning, perhaps she was more willing than her words would otherwise admit. Her mannerisms betrayed her.
The male had claims to her rear, gripping the cheeks of her ass to drive his head to the core of her sex. How tight she remained, internally cradling that ferocity so he would always struggle to part the lining; bucking and thrashing against her pinned figure. Moans followed the course of this event, trickling through the meeting of lips to incite a sort of hidden passion. At a primitive level, Rhailo was being fucked for the sheer joy of it. Both were looking to find a release to their otherwise contained frustrations, and when battered by a steady savagery, her sounds couldn't be silenced. Just accepted as they came, needy. Quieted only when the male swallowed them between kisses. He could taste her fear and her desire, maybe even the curiosity he seemed to drag from her, as he was as mysterious then as he had been in those battle worn armaments.
Steam of the shower rose to hide them in the heat, a smothering fog that clung to the outline of her held personage so only silhouettes could be made out in the room beyond. Secretive in a way, his thrusts didn't seem capable of slowing. It brought out a series of throaty moans from his captive, and against his features, she breathed a thought. "You're a fucking animal.." And in fairness to his behavior, it was raw. Untamed. There was no keeping him at bay, with her thighs parted around his waist to wrap long dancer legs around his chiseled torso. They would pull Demagol closer, make their own plans for how he challenged her endurance with his own. That was the one advantage the Auroun had where she was pinned and forced to ride his twitching, dictating member; she could sink him so deep that he couldn't pull away.
If Demagol meant to make her feel as though she was trapped, then he would find himself no freer than Rhailo. If he wanted to be free, this wasn't the path to take.
With every sheathed jab and coaxed grazing of his tongue, the Auroun could feel the pressure building in the crunch of her abdomen. It was a slow process, a building of tensions that gripped her attention like distant signal flares being noticed on the horizon. Initially it was nothing but a twinge, a shadow she could ignore following their actions. Now though, in the heat of their passions, the sensation was starting to root itself among the turmoil of their scene, between fears and doubts. Just eating at Rhailo's resolve, tearing it to bits while Demagol made a mess of her insides; ever insistent on having the walls collapse around his girth. He wanted her to fit him, and only him, because he wanted what he bought. As she was, that was his, and her future potential? Also his.
Her hands strayed in their shivering travels, rising to meet the messy mesh of ebony locks. Entwined among his strands, pulling Demagol closer to mask her features beneath a battery of sore lips. Ego had been everything to the Auroun, and even now, she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of catching her visage blanketed with desire. No, not now. Not while her partner demanded total compliance, and she was fighting to keep him from any such thing. Devotion wasn't bought. That much both should know, considering their extenuating circumstances. If he wanted her trained, the bounty hunter would have his work cut out for him; even when she was so slick and taut around his cock. Especially then.
And Gods, how he invaded her territory...
Something in the way she answered his comments brought out a ferocity in her captor, and with his hips jack-hammering against her ass, he drove his cock up and in. This was initiated by a swift swat to one spread cheek, and upon impact, the Auroun hissed weakly as her body tried to recoil, but was unable. Just more twisting of her insides, undulating tissue and musculature all working to strangle the girth of his sheathed manhood. Her body craved him. That much was apparent in how attentive the woman's buxom physique remained to his every motion, shift, or sway. Especially when the Mandalorian directed her to curve against the wall so he was able to feel himself jab inwards. A hand at her breast, rough pads toyed with the mound of decadent flesh to send sparks through the encounter. All wet and craven, seeking salvation from a man with more blood to his name than a small army.
What had changed, she wondered when Demagol manhandled the Auroun in his quest to turn her around, to send her spiraling into some lust fed romp in the shower? There was little in way of resistance from Rhailo as she wanted to taste his grinning, cruel lips. Depravity had a way of making her blood boil, and with the wall now where her back resided, the woman flickered translucent orbs at the the rise of her chest before a lingering gaze cast over the tone of Demagol's body. Sliding along his cock, the woman studied ridges and rises beneath flesh, her fingers falling to the space where they didn't meet. To rest against his pectorals, dancing lightly where heart beats thundered. Strange beast he was, Rhailo again gave way to temptation, tongue against tongue to roll languidly while he demanded she accept him.
If this was only the beginning, perhaps she was more willing than her words would otherwise admit. Her mannerisms betrayed her.
The male had claims to her rear, gripping the cheeks of her ass to drive his head to the core of her sex. How tight she remained, internally cradling that ferocity so he would always struggle to part the lining; bucking and thrashing against her pinned figure. Moans followed the course of this event, trickling through the meeting of lips to incite a sort of hidden passion. At a primitive level, Rhailo was being fucked for the sheer joy of it. Both were looking to find a release to their otherwise contained frustrations, and when battered by a steady savagery, her sounds couldn't be silenced. Just accepted as they came, needy. Quieted only when the male swallowed them between kisses. He could taste her fear and her desire, maybe even the curiosity he seemed to drag from her, as he was as mysterious then as he had been in those battle worn armaments.
Steam of the shower rose to hide them in the heat, a smothering fog that clung to the outline of her held personage so only silhouettes could be made out in the room beyond. Secretive in a way, his thrusts didn't seem capable of slowing. It brought out a series of throaty moans from his captive, and against his features, she breathed a thought. "You're a fucking animal.." And in fairness to his behavior, it was raw. Untamed. There was no keeping him at bay, with her thighs parted around his waist to wrap long dancer legs around his chiseled torso. They would pull Demagol closer, make their own plans for how he challenged her endurance with his own. That was the one advantage the Auroun had where she was pinned and forced to ride his twitching, dictating member; she could sink him so deep that he couldn't pull away.
If Demagol meant to make her feel as though she was trapped, then he would find himself no freer than Rhailo. If he wanted to be free, this wasn't the path to take.
With every sheathed jab and coaxed grazing of his tongue, the Auroun could feel the pressure building in the crunch of her abdomen. It was a slow process, a building of tensions that gripped her attention like distant signal flares being noticed on the horizon. Initially it was nothing but a twinge, a shadow she could ignore following their actions. Now though, in the heat of their passions, the sensation was starting to root itself among the turmoil of their scene, between fears and doubts. Just eating at Rhailo's resolve, tearing it to bits while Demagol made a mess of her insides; ever insistent on having the walls collapse around his girth. He wanted her to fit him, and only him, because he wanted what he bought. As she was, that was his, and her future potential? Also his.
Her hands strayed in their shivering travels, rising to meet the messy mesh of ebony locks. Entwined among his strands, pulling Demagol closer to mask her features beneath a battery of sore lips. Ego had been everything to the Auroun, and even now, she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of catching her visage blanketed with desire. No, not now. Not while her partner demanded total compliance, and she was fighting to keep him from any such thing. Devotion wasn't bought. That much both should know, considering their extenuating circumstances. If he wanted her trained, the bounty hunter would have his work cut out for him; even when she was so slick and taut around his cock. Especially then.
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