<img style="avatar" src="http://i.imgur.com/FXQBglf.png" style="max-width:25%;float:right;margin:0 0 18px 18px;]A silhouette lingered before it was lost like a shadow at high noon, replaced by the hunter's set of features she had seen so briefly before, she was almost surprised. Almost. He didn't even ask to join her; he just stepped in, and immediately made himself comfortable in her presence. Looming. Rhailo was mid objection when his his lips were on hers, hungry. Carnal. For a split second, warnings flashed through her consciousness to continue their objections while his grip put a stop to her pleasuring digits. Back against the shower stall, all the Auroun could do was close her eyes and let herself be taken. It wasn't necessarily consensual, it just was. Demanded from her. He was taking what he intended to pay for, and as the woman ran her tongue against his bottom lip, it was apparent she was willing. So they worked now on a bartering system-- To ensure her safety, she would give him just what he craved. The politics of the matter were as old as the act itself; there was no shame in the use of sex as a commodity.
Especially when one was left without a choice. Perhaps, had the Auroun wanted him to snap out of this animal state, the hunter would have. Demagol was a warrior of an order older than some races, and despite their work in bounty hunting, there was a code of ethics. Honor. They weren't rapists... so he already knew Rhailo had no intention of screaming, or trying to break away. As Demagol tasted her parted lips, one might assume he was asserting his dominance, and in such, it was left as her burden to either accept this, or to fight him for the position. Rhailo was too tired to fight. That was the excuse she would use if ever prompted over it. She was too tired to fight, but also too aroused to want anything more than to be fucked by her mysterious savior. After all, wasn't he something of that sort, having rescued her from a bounty she would never have been able to pay off otherwise?
A soft whimper left the woman when his lips pulled back, but he soon was moving her in a circle to face the wall, where she rested her features sideways so he could see her profile. Quite abruptly, muscular arms held her against the surface, pinned. Rhailo wouldn't be going anywhere until he was finished with her, even if that meant the Mandalorian would have to hold the Psion to keep her knees from buckling beneath her. A strong hand guided her hips away and out, ensuring her ass was available for him to linger over in great detail. The shower was unrelenting, just coating the pair in a wash of warmth, and the woman savored the heat on her fatigued muscles. All that running, and now she was spread, wanton for his affections. The head of his member prodded and Rhailo shivered, realizing what was happening as her expression shifted to a hazy screen of lust. The male was privy to her portrait, catching how she bit her bottom lip secretly when he pressed the head of his cock along a meaty cheek to test the waters.
Maybe just to prove that he also could tease a response out of her.
There was no pause to Demagol's pace. Just when she was getting comfortable in the embrace of his grip, the head of his cock slid along the curve of her nether lips to part them, then forced its tip in that tight, lubricated hole of hers. Rhailo couldn't stop herself from emitting a series of lilting murmurs, her lashes fluttering before they shut to him. All she wanted to feel was how his cock spread narrow walls, making her body fit him. It was all muscle memory, taking his throbbing member enough times that her cunt knew just how to please him. In time, he'd have her trained. For now, the Auroun was tensed ever so slightly while the hunter sank deep in her folds, driving himself to bottom out while her plump rear spread teasingly at his waist. Just as he wanted, the Mandalorian had her to himself, and the muscles within wrapped pleadingly around the girth of his piece. Sometimes, the constricting muscles seemed so taut and strained around his cock, it felt like they could push him out.
Maybe they were trying to, but the Auroun personally wasn't. On the contrary, her hips worked to grind where they sat at the base, daring him to go further. To fuck her hard. When a craned visage moved to bury teeth in her neck, Rhailo cried out; the sound shifting from sharp pain to a purr of longing. Throaty, desperate desire. Stretched around his cock, she was as expectant as she was frightened. The edge of danger always seemed to get her juices flowing, and where he was making idle thrusts to drill into the Auroun, her breasts were shoved into the wall he used as a brace for them. Her sounds were quiet, panting murrs of praise, fed with each shift of his hips. Repetition just seemed to tense her figure, making his motions through her tight sex that much harder as the cluster of inner muscles kneaded at the length.
Possibly blind to much of what was happening, all her senses seemed to focus on where he invaded her between parted thighs. Even when his mouth released her throat, Rhailo gave little more than a faint sigh while listening. Hopeful to hear more as he growled under his breathe a name she wouldn't soon forget. The barest hint of a smile tugged at her lips as she replied with a defiant whisper, "You know my name.. Fuckin' prove it."
Especially when one was left without a choice. Perhaps, had the Auroun wanted him to snap out of this animal state, the hunter would have. Demagol was a warrior of an order older than some races, and despite their work in bounty hunting, there was a code of ethics. Honor. They weren't rapists... so he already knew Rhailo had no intention of screaming, or trying to break away. As Demagol tasted her parted lips, one might assume he was asserting his dominance, and in such, it was left as her burden to either accept this, or to fight him for the position. Rhailo was too tired to fight. That was the excuse she would use if ever prompted over it. She was too tired to fight, but also too aroused to want anything more than to be fucked by her mysterious savior. After all, wasn't he something of that sort, having rescued her from a bounty she would never have been able to pay off otherwise?
A soft whimper left the woman when his lips pulled back, but he soon was moving her in a circle to face the wall, where she rested her features sideways so he could see her profile. Quite abruptly, muscular arms held her against the surface, pinned. Rhailo wouldn't be going anywhere until he was finished with her, even if that meant the Mandalorian would have to hold the Psion to keep her knees from buckling beneath her. A strong hand guided her hips away and out, ensuring her ass was available for him to linger over in great detail. The shower was unrelenting, just coating the pair in a wash of warmth, and the woman savored the heat on her fatigued muscles. All that running, and now she was spread, wanton for his affections. The head of his member prodded and Rhailo shivered, realizing what was happening as her expression shifted to a hazy screen of lust. The male was privy to her portrait, catching how she bit her bottom lip secretly when he pressed the head of his cock along a meaty cheek to test the waters.
Maybe just to prove that he also could tease a response out of her.
There was no pause to Demagol's pace. Just when she was getting comfortable in the embrace of his grip, the head of his cock slid along the curve of her nether lips to part them, then forced its tip in that tight, lubricated hole of hers. Rhailo couldn't stop herself from emitting a series of lilting murmurs, her lashes fluttering before they shut to him. All she wanted to feel was how his cock spread narrow walls, making her body fit him. It was all muscle memory, taking his throbbing member enough times that her cunt knew just how to please him. In time, he'd have her trained. For now, the Auroun was tensed ever so slightly while the hunter sank deep in her folds, driving himself to bottom out while her plump rear spread teasingly at his waist. Just as he wanted, the Mandalorian had her to himself, and the muscles within wrapped pleadingly around the girth of his piece. Sometimes, the constricting muscles seemed so taut and strained around his cock, it felt like they could push him out.
Maybe they were trying to, but the Auroun personally wasn't. On the contrary, her hips worked to grind where they sat at the base, daring him to go further. To fuck her hard. When a craned visage moved to bury teeth in her neck, Rhailo cried out; the sound shifting from sharp pain to a purr of longing. Throaty, desperate desire. Stretched around his cock, she was as expectant as she was frightened. The edge of danger always seemed to get her juices flowing, and where he was making idle thrusts to drill into the Auroun, her breasts were shoved into the wall he used as a brace for them. Her sounds were quiet, panting murrs of praise, fed with each shift of his hips. Repetition just seemed to tense her figure, making his motions through her tight sex that much harder as the cluster of inner muscles kneaded at the length.
Possibly blind to much of what was happening, all her senses seemed to focus on where he invaded her between parted thighs. Even when his mouth released her throat, Rhailo gave little more than a faint sigh while listening. Hopeful to hear more as he growled under his breathe a name she wouldn't soon forget. The barest hint of a smile tugged at her lips as she replied with a defiant whisper, "You know my name.. Fuckin' prove it."
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