[font=arial" size="1] For the first time in seemingly forever, Demagol felt momentously helpless. Rhailo was accepting, but it seemed it was because she had to be. This should have been expected, as he did not give her much of any other choice. The day and night had been a long one already and his muscles were tired of such work relating to bounty hunting. He was no one to be fooled though, and read the female like a book as she fled the immediate scene into the bathroom. It was a demonstration of choice, really. She wanted to see if he had it in him. Deep down, she knew he would take her if he really wanted to. All she needed to do was convince him. With such ease had she done so. Physical prime? On point. Sharp wits? Out the window. This was something unrelated to his wits, more of a deep carnal hunger that resonated in the depths of his belly. It was insatiable, arose without warning, clouded his vision to mask out any reason to not do such. Suddenly, that warmth emitting from Demagol’s body wasn’t of care, or compassion, or even necessary survival. It was lust.
As he came to a stand the Mandalorian gripped upon the elastic fabric of the shirt he wore, pulling it upward along his body despite the way it hugged his flesh. More of his physique was revealed, muscles coming into view all over the place. It messed up his hair as it clipped over his head. He is apathetic. More tattoos came into view, scrolling along his shoulders, back, and upper chest. The shirt was dropped upon the ground without a care in where it lands and Demagol stepped around the edge of the bed. His thumbs hooked downward into the same type of material which clasped from his knees up to his hips, only to drag them down and step out of the leg holes one by one. This too, was tossed aimlessly across the room. Taunted ever-so successfully, he made his way toward the shower across the room. Though the room wasn’t checked out by the duo he walked in like he owned the place, closing the door behind him with one hand.
With no where for the steam of the hot water to escape it began to fog up the room the two were in. He passed through the fog, those blue eyes of his watching every little motion the Auroun made inside of that shower. Her tantalizing body quivering under those conditions and the way she pleasured herself right in front of him dauntingly made him desire her even more. Perhaps she would have many more reasons for him to keep her around than he had predetermined. Enjoy herself without him though? That was unacceptable. He would have to straighten this one out quickly, as such actions weren’t allowed in his wake. Without pausing he made his way deeper into the bathroom until he was at the shower, and even then, he simply stepped in. Eyes locked upon the female who was pleasuring herself directly in front of him. The nerve she had. That commanding personality of Demagol’s blazed up out of control.
A strong hand interrupted Rhailo’s initial pleasuring of herself and forced her flatly against the wall, whereas the other reached downward and clamped upon her voluptuous hip with a firm grip. His body craned and leaned downward, lips invading Rhailo’s personal space by claiming ownership of her own. The kiss was messy and forced as shower water bounced and trickled along both of their naked bodies. His muscled body pressed against her soft and dainty one, ridges of definition allowing shapes to be clearly visible. The lips remain bonded for a few more moments, but then detach themselves as Demagol looked down to Rhailo with a sinister smile. The same sinister smile that had been hidden for so long under that mask of his.
The hand in which grasped the Auroun’s hip pulled backward and the opposing finished the rotation and positioned itself upon the female’s back. In this motion he had spun the female around so that her upper body was pinned against the wall and her plump, enticing ass was purposely stuck out for the Mandalorian’s enjoyment. He knew that she was turned on already, but his libido became obvious when his hardened cock came forward and prodded against the female’s asscheek in the form of a tease. That grin remained ever present though, and he removed that hand from Rhailo’s hip and brought it backward. Eyes sank downward and overlooked the female’s alluring body from behind, ass and cunt in all. He knew what she wanted. He would give it to her. There was no preparation involved for the female except for that humorous prod, for as soon as he drew back he plunged himself directly into Rhailo’s cunt without so much as a whim of hesitation. As the head of his cock forced her folds to part he was greeted by an unforgiving tightness already. Against his better knowledge it had coaxed a low sound of pleasure from between his partially pursed lips. Muscles along his body flexed, gleaming in the water which ran along and against them. Veins and shapes, all having their own reserve of power. His strength was firing up now as he mounted the Auroun from behind.
By god, had her taunting worked, for he was back into his animalistic mindset once more. His actions became rough and forceful, demanding. Suddenly she was pinned against the wall and helpless to do anything other than what he wanted her to do. She was his, afterall. He would do just as he pleased with her. His hips came forward, guiding the unrelenting cock all the way up into the female’s cunt until he had based himself and her ass compressed against the pit of his groin. There was only a momentous pause though, and Demagol withdrew himself partially just so that he could slam back forward and recoil Rhailo against the wall. The clap of flesh against flesh and flesh against wall filled the bathroom with sound. Desire sparked up and Demagol hungrily leaned forward while he fucked the female from behind. His mouth opened just enough so that he could sink his teeth into the side of the female’s neck, biting her while his cock was buried inside of her slick, gripping cunt. It was another way for him to claim her, her body. A form of domination. Those curves of her body tempted Demagol as the prize they were. Everything about this female’s physique was desirable, and it was all his. He wouldn’t waste any inch of this female’s body to be free from his debauchery and lust.
Teeth slowly withdrew from Rhailo’s neck and the Mandalorian placed his lips directly upon the smooth flesh underneath her ear. An usher trickled outward just loud enough for the female to hear as the Mandalorian claimed her body as his property. “My name is Demagol Sento, and you are mine..”
As he came to a stand the Mandalorian gripped upon the elastic fabric of the shirt he wore, pulling it upward along his body despite the way it hugged his flesh. More of his physique was revealed, muscles coming into view all over the place. It messed up his hair as it clipped over his head. He is apathetic. More tattoos came into view, scrolling along his shoulders, back, and upper chest. The shirt was dropped upon the ground without a care in where it lands and Demagol stepped around the edge of the bed. His thumbs hooked downward into the same type of material which clasped from his knees up to his hips, only to drag them down and step out of the leg holes one by one. This too, was tossed aimlessly across the room. Taunted ever-so successfully, he made his way toward the shower across the room. Though the room wasn’t checked out by the duo he walked in like he owned the place, closing the door behind him with one hand.
With no where for the steam of the hot water to escape it began to fog up the room the two were in. He passed through the fog, those blue eyes of his watching every little motion the Auroun made inside of that shower. Her tantalizing body quivering under those conditions and the way she pleasured herself right in front of him dauntingly made him desire her even more. Perhaps she would have many more reasons for him to keep her around than he had predetermined. Enjoy herself without him though? That was unacceptable. He would have to straighten this one out quickly, as such actions weren’t allowed in his wake. Without pausing he made his way deeper into the bathroom until he was at the shower, and even then, he simply stepped in. Eyes locked upon the female who was pleasuring herself directly in front of him. The nerve she had. That commanding personality of Demagol’s blazed up out of control.
A strong hand interrupted Rhailo’s initial pleasuring of herself and forced her flatly against the wall, whereas the other reached downward and clamped upon her voluptuous hip with a firm grip. His body craned and leaned downward, lips invading Rhailo’s personal space by claiming ownership of her own. The kiss was messy and forced as shower water bounced and trickled along both of their naked bodies. His muscled body pressed against her soft and dainty one, ridges of definition allowing shapes to be clearly visible. The lips remain bonded for a few more moments, but then detach themselves as Demagol looked down to Rhailo with a sinister smile. The same sinister smile that had been hidden for so long under that mask of his.
The hand in which grasped the Auroun’s hip pulled backward and the opposing finished the rotation and positioned itself upon the female’s back. In this motion he had spun the female around so that her upper body was pinned against the wall and her plump, enticing ass was purposely stuck out for the Mandalorian’s enjoyment. He knew that she was turned on already, but his libido became obvious when his hardened cock came forward and prodded against the female’s asscheek in the form of a tease. That grin remained ever present though, and he removed that hand from Rhailo’s hip and brought it backward. Eyes sank downward and overlooked the female’s alluring body from behind, ass and cunt in all. He knew what she wanted. He would give it to her. There was no preparation involved for the female except for that humorous prod, for as soon as he drew back he plunged himself directly into Rhailo’s cunt without so much as a whim of hesitation. As the head of his cock forced her folds to part he was greeted by an unforgiving tightness already. Against his better knowledge it had coaxed a low sound of pleasure from between his partially pursed lips. Muscles along his body flexed, gleaming in the water which ran along and against them. Veins and shapes, all having their own reserve of power. His strength was firing up now as he mounted the Auroun from behind.
By god, had her taunting worked, for he was back into his animalistic mindset once more. His actions became rough and forceful, demanding. Suddenly she was pinned against the wall and helpless to do anything other than what he wanted her to do. She was his, afterall. He would do just as he pleased with her. His hips came forward, guiding the unrelenting cock all the way up into the female’s cunt until he had based himself and her ass compressed against the pit of his groin. There was only a momentous pause though, and Demagol withdrew himself partially just so that he could slam back forward and recoil Rhailo against the wall. The clap of flesh against flesh and flesh against wall filled the bathroom with sound. Desire sparked up and Demagol hungrily leaned forward while he fucked the female from behind. His mouth opened just enough so that he could sink his teeth into the side of the female’s neck, biting her while his cock was buried inside of her slick, gripping cunt. It was another way for him to claim her, her body. A form of domination. Those curves of her body tempted Demagol as the prize they were. Everything about this female’s physique was desirable, and it was all his. He wouldn’t waste any inch of this female’s body to be free from his debauchery and lust.
Teeth slowly withdrew from Rhailo’s neck and the Mandalorian placed his lips directly upon the smooth flesh underneath her ear. An usher trickled outward just loud enough for the female to hear as the Mandalorian claimed her body as his property. “My name is Demagol Sento, and you are mine..”
Forever?
Oh, my darling,
If only you could see what war has done to me.
Oh, my darling,
If only you could see what war has done to me.
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