[font=arial" size="1] What Demagol was experiencing currently wasn’t exactly weakness by his part, simply just a different path away from his normal, extremely calculated self. No, this was a new kind of strength. It wasn’t reliant on a suit, it wasn’t reliant on a mission, money, or ulterior motive. This was a strength of passion. How fierce it coursed through his veins. If the female meant to make a competition out of what the two were entangled in at the moment, then Demagol would make sure that he won such a thing. Loss never came very easy to the Mandalorian, and was rarely ever accepted under any circumstance. If there were thoughts it would have been difficult to read them. Instead there were glimpses of Demagol’s interior mind, often swathed with the unruly lust which encompassed him so. But, perhaps making a competition out of this would be more fun than the Mandalorian had previously predicted. The two overwhelmed individuals could keep the other at the end of their whims while savoring everything the latter had to offer. It was a selfish game, but Demagol was oh-so eager to play it. Such a game would drive the both of them to extremes they may have never even glanced upon beforehand. The concept was irresistible in itself.
What he spoke was the truth, he had only just begun. This female would submit to him, he would make sure of that. Every convulsion, every whimpered and feverish sound she gave in feeble desperation was fuel for his fire. This billowing pyre would not be quelled easily. The craving was mutual, this insatiable determination to explore every space of the female’s depths. Here and there his eyes opened just to look upon his new property and how she contorted to his savage poundings, it was satisfying to see the pleasuring anguish painted on her features. No matter how fierce she gripped him the Mandalorian would not pause, only seeking to try even harder because of these actions. Repetitive sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and the unmistakable echo of her cunt swallowing his cock into its hungry maw. It was all so intense. These dormant desires and emotions which came to be in Demagol were almost foreign to him as well. He wasn’t exactly sure what had triggered them. Maybe it was because this when he was taunted he couldn’t simply kill the taunter. Instead, he would make them pay in a different way much more demanding.
To the victor go the spoils.
Oh, these were spoils. Since the very dawn of war women were often seen as prizes of conquest. It didn’t matter what the terms of honor were, as the claim ship of such only varied in degrees among the victors. A slave? No. Demagol had no need for such a thing. Slaves are without sound mind and body. They are articles, property, objects. What Demagol desired from Rhailo was something that he knew he could draw out of her. Willpower. Even now the female had her ways of fighting back against his incoming onslaught, refusing to fully submit to his thrusts and lustful kisses. Was it weakness though, or was it strength? The way both of them catered to their selfish desires so willingly. Was it fulfillment, or was it desperation? Meaningless questions to ask at such a time, as it was clear neither of them seemed to care about such banter. Any ability for Demagol to slip away from this passion-craven mindset were deterred when the female wrapped her legs around his muscled torso and pulled his cock even further into her kneading depths. Freedom was such an asinine concept for the bounty hunter to fathom most of the time. In his eyes, he had been far from such a utopia until this very scene. Though every single one of his actions were made ultimately by his own decision making, it was foolish to say he wasn’t influenced.
But this, this was different. He had found something to lose himself in. A silly thing to presume, no? It made sense in his head, even though wording it out would have made him seem crazy. Maybe he was crazy. The thoughts seemed to trickle outward until they were dammed up by that unmistakable bloodlust again. It wasn’t to shed her blood, but to feel her against him, upon him, around him. To be free from the female? That was the last thing Demagol wanted right now, as he accepted her legs around his body as a way of her saying, 'Don’t you dare stop fucking me…’ such a noble demand to meet so willingly. Whether she expected it or not Demagol upped the ante yet again, as if it were a habit of his, or game. He wouldn’t just let the female sink down his gripped sheath on her own anymore, nor just use his arms to force her to ascend it to the top. Now he slammed her downward with as much strength as he could muster for a suitable while, only to meet her descent with bucking hips along the midway. It made the sounds of their bodies meshing together all that much louder. Demagol loved it.
Every muscle the female cared to run her dainty fingers over flexed and tensed to her touch in a natural manner. How every movement the two of them made caused the Mandalorian’s body to tense up in different spots. It was clear he was in his physical prime, a strong heart pumping blood to all of these deadly extremities. The female would be worth every bit of credit the Mandalorian had paid to make her his personal property, even if she didn’t seek to comply as soon as he would make her. It didn’t matter, she would succumb. Oh how she pulled him closer in every regard, that similar uncontrollable hunger that couldn’t be curbed easily by any means. The trade of movements meant one of Demagol’s arms would reach up and wrap around Rhailo’s torso, all snake-like. This left only one hand to be clutched upon her plump ass, but one was enough for the Mandalorian to manage. That same arm which held the female took the support roll that wall originally had as he inched backward and forced her to use him like a pillar. His base was strong as he literally kept the female upon him, built legs refusing to budge or buckle. He savored everything the female had to offer, from her succulent cunt to the sweet taste of her lips and mouth. It wasn’t an addicting sensation, but the euphoria of it made Demagol hungry for more undoubtedly. What had she done to him? Why was he falling victim to his primal instincts?
Pleasured noises began to seep from the Demagol’s mouth because of a combination of all the pleasures at hand. It wasn’t controlled, perhaps it couldn’t have been. The only thing that seemed to be keeping the noise at bay and from spreading was the constant locking of passionate lips. Their noises and pleasures blended together, overlaying one another or following the latter in suit. He wanted to make her scream. It always seemed to be a demonstration of ability when it came to Demagol, that he was always willing to go that extra inch. The crucial one, the one that was a game-changer. Sooner than later the female would crumble underneath the fiery embers of her desires. The Mandalorian would be there to reap every bit of it.
What he spoke was the truth, he had only just begun. This female would submit to him, he would make sure of that. Every convulsion, every whimpered and feverish sound she gave in feeble desperation was fuel for his fire. This billowing pyre would not be quelled easily. The craving was mutual, this insatiable determination to explore every space of the female’s depths. Here and there his eyes opened just to look upon his new property and how she contorted to his savage poundings, it was satisfying to see the pleasuring anguish painted on her features. No matter how fierce she gripped him the Mandalorian would not pause, only seeking to try even harder because of these actions. Repetitive sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and the unmistakable echo of her cunt swallowing his cock into its hungry maw. It was all so intense. These dormant desires and emotions which came to be in Demagol were almost foreign to him as well. He wasn’t exactly sure what had triggered them. Maybe it was because this when he was taunted he couldn’t simply kill the taunter. Instead, he would make them pay in a different way much more demanding.
To the victor go the spoils.
Oh, these were spoils. Since the very dawn of war women were often seen as prizes of conquest. It didn’t matter what the terms of honor were, as the claim ship of such only varied in degrees among the victors. A slave? No. Demagol had no need for such a thing. Slaves are without sound mind and body. They are articles, property, objects. What Demagol desired from Rhailo was something that he knew he could draw out of her. Willpower. Even now the female had her ways of fighting back against his incoming onslaught, refusing to fully submit to his thrusts and lustful kisses. Was it weakness though, or was it strength? The way both of them catered to their selfish desires so willingly. Was it fulfillment, or was it desperation? Meaningless questions to ask at such a time, as it was clear neither of them seemed to care about such banter. Any ability for Demagol to slip away from this passion-craven mindset were deterred when the female wrapped her legs around his muscled torso and pulled his cock even further into her kneading depths. Freedom was such an asinine concept for the bounty hunter to fathom most of the time. In his eyes, he had been far from such a utopia until this very scene. Though every single one of his actions were made ultimately by his own decision making, it was foolish to say he wasn’t influenced.
But this, this was different. He had found something to lose himself in. A silly thing to presume, no? It made sense in his head, even though wording it out would have made him seem crazy. Maybe he was crazy. The thoughts seemed to trickle outward until they were dammed up by that unmistakable bloodlust again. It wasn’t to shed her blood, but to feel her against him, upon him, around him. To be free from the female? That was the last thing Demagol wanted right now, as he accepted her legs around his body as a way of her saying, 'Don’t you dare stop fucking me…’ such a noble demand to meet so willingly. Whether she expected it or not Demagol upped the ante yet again, as if it were a habit of his, or game. He wouldn’t just let the female sink down his gripped sheath on her own anymore, nor just use his arms to force her to ascend it to the top. Now he slammed her downward with as much strength as he could muster for a suitable while, only to meet her descent with bucking hips along the midway. It made the sounds of their bodies meshing together all that much louder. Demagol loved it.
Every muscle the female cared to run her dainty fingers over flexed and tensed to her touch in a natural manner. How every movement the two of them made caused the Mandalorian’s body to tense up in different spots. It was clear he was in his physical prime, a strong heart pumping blood to all of these deadly extremities. The female would be worth every bit of credit the Mandalorian had paid to make her his personal property, even if she didn’t seek to comply as soon as he would make her. It didn’t matter, she would succumb. Oh how she pulled him closer in every regard, that similar uncontrollable hunger that couldn’t be curbed easily by any means. The trade of movements meant one of Demagol’s arms would reach up and wrap around Rhailo’s torso, all snake-like. This left only one hand to be clutched upon her plump ass, but one was enough for the Mandalorian to manage. That same arm which held the female took the support roll that wall originally had as he inched backward and forced her to use him like a pillar. His base was strong as he literally kept the female upon him, built legs refusing to budge or buckle. He savored everything the female had to offer, from her succulent cunt to the sweet taste of her lips and mouth. It wasn’t an addicting sensation, but the euphoria of it made Demagol hungry for more undoubtedly. What had she done to him? Why was he falling victim to his primal instincts?
Pleasured noises began to seep from the Demagol’s mouth because of a combination of all the pleasures at hand. It wasn’t controlled, perhaps it couldn’t have been. The only thing that seemed to be keeping the noise at bay and from spreading was the constant locking of passionate lips. Their noises and pleasures blended together, overlaying one another or following the latter in suit. He wanted to make her scream. It always seemed to be a demonstration of ability when it came to Demagol, that he was always willing to go that extra inch. The crucial one, the one that was a game-changer. Sooner than later the female would crumble underneath the fiery embers of her desires. The Mandalorian would be there to reap every bit of it.
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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