[/img]"http://i.imgur.com/FXQBglf.png" style="avatar" style="max-width:25%;float:right;margin:0 0 18px 18px;]Sometimes, when the options otherwise presented seemed bleak, the Auroun was left to hum her commentary. For much of what Demagol said, Rhailo ignored the pressing tone with as much effort as it may have taken to shirk reality; seeking something less painful to swallow. In this, she was moving, searching of a place to rest near the Mandalorian. "It's just something you will have to believe me about-" The woman studied him before expressing a sigh, her figure rolling from the sheets so it could stand on two feet to hover near the male. "But if you can't believe me now, there will be time. I don't know. There is always a way, isn't there? Things just happen, and whether we're prepared for them or not, they're liable to just... Catch us." With opened palms, the sentiment was shared vaguely before her companion had earned a second desperate glance; this time straight to his face.
"Are you upset with me?" The question came blurted, forced passed the frown beginning to cover Rhailo's features. "Please don't be- I can tell when you're upset!" In automatic fashion, the woman was lingering before her partner in some misguided attempt to appease him. One of his knees would be sought, and upon reaching the bent appendage, the Auroun sat on the end in the barely existent layer of elastic clothing she had been loaned. Now, when Demagol scooted inwards, he was burdened with the secondary weight; one which clung to his figure like a needy child. "I just want you to... I don't know. Be happy. Be something other than suspicious..." Rhailo knew the task wasn't something to be attained over night, but she could pretend there was a chance for them to flourish. Otherwise, she really was a slave, discontent with the regime imposed, but unable to overthrow the dictator.
"If you are glad, why do you seem to be waiting for me to misstep?"
It was a serious question unto itself, but the following actions were entirely unrelated; meant to lighten the mood. Rhailo crawled off of Demagol with a whispered "I'm not going to hurt you," and then turned so her legs were spread above his resting head. Where he lay, the Mandalorian was welcome to look at the outline of her curves through the practically sheer material; the shape of her sex begging for attention as it was teased just outside of Demagol's reach. "If anything, shouldn't I be afraid of you?" Hands were running against the material of the Hunter's front while the words hung in the air, steady digits pressed to draw attention to the woman's actions. There was little in way of guidance this time as her body lowered so close, he would find covered nether lips dragging towards his mouth if he wasn't careful. The playful pawing at his groin became a full on removal of his cock, and Rhailo cradled the member in both hands while her rear end wiggled playfully.
Speaking to the head, Rhailo asked before dragging her tongue against the tip in a messy display, "Am I really welcome in your bed?" Perhaps she wished to christen the new location with her scent, to have him dwell over their misdeeds every night he slept in this very room- or maybe she simply missed how his skin had felt so warm and inviting under her own. In some ways, Rhailo could see dragging the moans from her counterpart as a means of assuring both parties involved that this, whatever this was, wasn't lost and forgotten with their new shared existence. So when she spit along his shaft so her hand was free to stroke the girth, her mouth opened over his sex to engulf the topmost portion. The Auroun swallowed Demagol's cock eagerly while he was left with wiggling, gyrating hips that hinted she expected the same treatment from her bedfellow. Her movements were languid and smooth, calculated to a degree she hadn't previously thought herself capable.
Salt and skin. Tasting Demagol's flesh made her thighs quake, and between sucking down the shaft, the woman murred a contented response before pulling back to breath. The action was practiced, and if nothing else, the Mandalorian wouldn't be disappointed by her performance. "I want to be..." She paused to drop another collection of saliva over the end so stray digits could continue stroking her partner to attention, "Something you cherish." How the comment was worded seemed off- not quite as flowery and poetic as would be expected, despite their current angles and positioning. The Auroun flickered her tongue against Demagol's cock again as a means to keep attention exactly where she demanded it to be- her authority subtle, shallow, a mere sway of moist muscles along his engorged organ. They would never be equals, but in too many ways, Rhailo couldn't bare the burden of being on par with Demagol. How she had avoided such responsibilities up until this point, only to be held in such a high regard by her captor of all people- it was stifling. Here though, as best she could, the woman would live up to the minimal expectations of their arrangements.
If he had bought her not to fuck her, he was a fool.
Rhailo's back arched slightly as her hand kicked up it's pace, smoothly pulling friction along Demagol's length while sucking sweetly at the crown. When pre-cum had been earned, the creature inevitably savored the substance with the tip of her tongue; collecting the globs to nurse them down with a breathy sigh of affection. "Can we forget about our problems tonight? Just tonight?" At this point, facing the direction she was, Rhailo was directing commentary towards the wall rather than Demagol. Still, he could hear everything said, and from these pleas, perhaps his heart would be willing to hold the woman, rather than smother her in misguided attempts at protection. His type of man only needed time and patience, or at the very least, a woman capable of wearing the weight of countless worries on her shoulders. There was always times for growing into the role.
Now, she just wanted to feel appreciated; all this talk of belonging obviously required validation.
"Are you upset with me?" The question came blurted, forced passed the frown beginning to cover Rhailo's features. "Please don't be- I can tell when you're upset!" In automatic fashion, the woman was lingering before her partner in some misguided attempt to appease him. One of his knees would be sought, and upon reaching the bent appendage, the Auroun sat on the end in the barely existent layer of elastic clothing she had been loaned. Now, when Demagol scooted inwards, he was burdened with the secondary weight; one which clung to his figure like a needy child. "I just want you to... I don't know. Be happy. Be something other than suspicious..." Rhailo knew the task wasn't something to be attained over night, but she could pretend there was a chance for them to flourish. Otherwise, she really was a slave, discontent with the regime imposed, but unable to overthrow the dictator.
"If you are glad, why do you seem to be waiting for me to misstep?"
It was a serious question unto itself, but the following actions were entirely unrelated; meant to lighten the mood. Rhailo crawled off of Demagol with a whispered "I'm not going to hurt you," and then turned so her legs were spread above his resting head. Where he lay, the Mandalorian was welcome to look at the outline of her curves through the practically sheer material; the shape of her sex begging for attention as it was teased just outside of Demagol's reach. "If anything, shouldn't I be afraid of you?" Hands were running against the material of the Hunter's front while the words hung in the air, steady digits pressed to draw attention to the woman's actions. There was little in way of guidance this time as her body lowered so close, he would find covered nether lips dragging towards his mouth if he wasn't careful. The playful pawing at his groin became a full on removal of his cock, and Rhailo cradled the member in both hands while her rear end wiggled playfully.
Speaking to the head, Rhailo asked before dragging her tongue against the tip in a messy display, "Am I really welcome in your bed?" Perhaps she wished to christen the new location with her scent, to have him dwell over their misdeeds every night he slept in this very room- or maybe she simply missed how his skin had felt so warm and inviting under her own. In some ways, Rhailo could see dragging the moans from her counterpart as a means of assuring both parties involved that this, whatever this was, wasn't lost and forgotten with their new shared existence. So when she spit along his shaft so her hand was free to stroke the girth, her mouth opened over his sex to engulf the topmost portion. The Auroun swallowed Demagol's cock eagerly while he was left with wiggling, gyrating hips that hinted she expected the same treatment from her bedfellow. Her movements were languid and smooth, calculated to a degree she hadn't previously thought herself capable.
Salt and skin. Tasting Demagol's flesh made her thighs quake, and between sucking down the shaft, the woman murred a contented response before pulling back to breath. The action was practiced, and if nothing else, the Mandalorian wouldn't be disappointed by her performance. "I want to be..." She paused to drop another collection of saliva over the end so stray digits could continue stroking her partner to attention, "Something you cherish." How the comment was worded seemed off- not quite as flowery and poetic as would be expected, despite their current angles and positioning. The Auroun flickered her tongue against Demagol's cock again as a means to keep attention exactly where she demanded it to be- her authority subtle, shallow, a mere sway of moist muscles along his engorged organ. They would never be equals, but in too many ways, Rhailo couldn't bare the burden of being on par with Demagol. How she had avoided such responsibilities up until this point, only to be held in such a high regard by her captor of all people- it was stifling. Here though, as best she could, the woman would live up to the minimal expectations of their arrangements.
If he had bought her not to fuck her, he was a fool.
Rhailo's back arched slightly as her hand kicked up it's pace, smoothly pulling friction along Demagol's length while sucking sweetly at the crown. When pre-cum had been earned, the creature inevitably savored the substance with the tip of her tongue; collecting the globs to nurse them down with a breathy sigh of affection. "Can we forget about our problems tonight? Just tonight?" At this point, facing the direction she was, Rhailo was directing commentary towards the wall rather than Demagol. Still, he could hear everything said, and from these pleas, perhaps his heart would be willing to hold the woman, rather than smother her in misguided attempts at protection. His type of man only needed time and patience, or at the very least, a woman capable of wearing the weight of countless worries on her shoulders. There was always times for growing into the role.
Now, she just wanted to feel appreciated; all this talk of belonging obviously required validation.
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