[font=arial" size="1] Oh how sweet and adorable the female’s pleads were, embarrassed and all. He wasn’t the only one moved by those most recent occurrences afterall. She actually seemed to be more focused on herself than him. Such was a relief. Even her direction of attention couldn’t disregard how Demagol’s heart beat so strongly in his chest though, only just now beginning to calm. It was a combination of things. The mood, the female’s touch, her voice, even her scent. It soothed him. Was it mind tricks? No. They were no illusions right now. This was all flesh and blood, passion and emotion. There no tricks here, just the duo who lay together body to body. For a little bit he listened to her feeble pleas, her repetitive sorrys, her explanations. He didn’t mind anything that she had done. In fact, in the weirdest of ways he wanted to actually thank her. Somehow, in some way, she had triggered a caring side in him. Such a feat was nothing short of impossible beforehand, as only slight glimpses were visible from time to time. This was different. It was constant, a boon, a sensation that clung to his being. Even under the female’s feverish words, he would not let go. That much he was certain of.
A small smile even coaxed its way onto his expression. Ah, that vulnerability again. Not just his own, but of the female’s as well. She seemed to be caring much more than usual too. There was no snarky attitude, no disheartened comments. It was all accepted, and he saw beauty in it. He saw beauty in her, and not just that lovely alluring body she had. Her appearance was incomparable, but he saw a glimpse of the female’s heart there for a fair time. It was something he wanted to see more of, maybe it would unlock a well of secrets between the two of them. That muscled arm of his was wrapped firmly around her body and it was far too easy for her to feel the curves of her body against him. Even in the tiredness the two shared she managed to be oh-so tempting. She was like an enticing piece of candy and he wanted her all to himself. The subtlety of his actions was probably nonexistent as he raised his arm up along the female’s body somewhat, accidentally cushioning it against the female’s large, plush breasts. Control, he had to maintain self control. It was still the middle of the night, the very tip of the morning. It was unarguable that they both needed rest.
But Demagol figured he had found a solution to the female’s words in the middle of her speaking them. The thought and execution of such were not tandem, but occurred about as unexpectedly as any of the Mandalorian’s recent actions. That muscled hand of his slid upward, absentmindedly putting ample pressure on the female’s breasts at the same time. But its path finalized upon the female’s jaw, which Demagol gently turned until she was facing him enough for him to claim her lips. “Shh..” It was a kiss to silence her, to reassure her. To ease that unsteady heart which beat inside of her caged chest. He did it because it felt right. To comfort her, even in her most embarrassing moments of weakness. That is what he was here for, now. The oddness the female showed didn’t bother Demagol in the least bit, but instead humbled him while fascinating him at the same time. He knew all too well his body was adorned with many..marks. He had to look at it every day. Practically relive the experiences which accompanied the placement of those marks again and again and again. In some of those marks there were lessons learned, in others there were tragedies made. Too many stories, too many trials. Some of those scars were even hidden by the tattoos on Demagol’s body, a vain attempt for him to cover up his past with a bit of ink. In some cases the ink was there for symbolism, in others it was to shroud his past. It never worked. Skin didn’t lie. Fingers could feel the difference in texture underneath the artwork. Memories never truly faded.
He had to save himself from this melancholy expression, and did so with the female. This kiss they shared was not an invasive one, at least the Mandalorian hadn’t made it so. The lips were pressed soundly together, almost romantic in nature. The movement of her body was not past Demagol’s thoughts. He noticed how she tried to get as close as she possibly could to him, even if that meant her plump rear would grind upon him in the process. He wouldn’t fight it, not at all. There was even still a small residual desire for her in the pit of his stomach as all of this ensued. Rhailo Destros was a mystery that Demagol wanted to figure out. She was just so fascinating. It wasn’t just the rarity of her case in general, or those special abilities she possessed. It was that soul tethered to her heart which truly interested Demagol. In his heart of hearts he knew one thing was definitely true; he had never made a better purchase before in his life. He wanted her to be more than his property though, more than just some soul attached to him by ball and chain. In time, he would want to make a companion out of her. It seemed plausible, completely doable.
Ah, how sweet every aspect of her was.
Her mistakes were overlooked, downsides the same. For now, Demagol focused only on the good when it came to the female. It was refreshing, and played a tune upon his heart that he may never be able to forget. He wasn’t angry with her, only concerned for her. Safety was a highly cared-for precaution now. In even the extremes now, he would place her well-being before his very own. Those blue eyes of Demagol’s opened just enough so that he could look upon the female as he kissed her, studying her at the same time through a gaze almost sultry in nature. He wanted to think it was just the sleepiness of his expression, not a sultry one though. The hand which held the female’s face palmed on her cheek for a second to feel her warmth, then slid back down and around her body. Thereafter he pulled her even closer to him so that she was comfortably cuddled to his muscled front. “Calm.. calm..” That’s all he wanted her to be. No more worries. No more embarrassment. No more woeful pleads. Just a calmness, a peace. Even in that peace though, if the female continued to grind her ass against his groin she’d find herself awakening the Mandalorian in more ways than one. He’d certainly hold her ass in particular to be responsible for it, too. Ah, if only the two of them had more sleep between them both. By his own decision he slowly parted his lips from the female’s and let his head rest back down again, granting her the control to do whatever she wanted with her body. “We cannot turn back time.. so I’ll like you more as we progress.” Indeed, she wasn’t bad in his eyes, at least not anymore. She was something else, something to be cared for.
Was this bliss? Had he found it with her?
A small smile even coaxed its way onto his expression. Ah, that vulnerability again. Not just his own, but of the female’s as well. She seemed to be caring much more than usual too. There was no snarky attitude, no disheartened comments. It was all accepted, and he saw beauty in it. He saw beauty in her, and not just that lovely alluring body she had. Her appearance was incomparable, but he saw a glimpse of the female’s heart there for a fair time. It was something he wanted to see more of, maybe it would unlock a well of secrets between the two of them. That muscled arm of his was wrapped firmly around her body and it was far too easy for her to feel the curves of her body against him. Even in the tiredness the two shared she managed to be oh-so tempting. She was like an enticing piece of candy and he wanted her all to himself. The subtlety of his actions was probably nonexistent as he raised his arm up along the female’s body somewhat, accidentally cushioning it against the female’s large, plush breasts. Control, he had to maintain self control. It was still the middle of the night, the very tip of the morning. It was unarguable that they both needed rest.
But Demagol figured he had found a solution to the female’s words in the middle of her speaking them. The thought and execution of such were not tandem, but occurred about as unexpectedly as any of the Mandalorian’s recent actions. That muscled hand of his slid upward, absentmindedly putting ample pressure on the female’s breasts at the same time. But its path finalized upon the female’s jaw, which Demagol gently turned until she was facing him enough for him to claim her lips. “Shh..” It was a kiss to silence her, to reassure her. To ease that unsteady heart which beat inside of her caged chest. He did it because it felt right. To comfort her, even in her most embarrassing moments of weakness. That is what he was here for, now. The oddness the female showed didn’t bother Demagol in the least bit, but instead humbled him while fascinating him at the same time. He knew all too well his body was adorned with many..marks. He had to look at it every day. Practically relive the experiences which accompanied the placement of those marks again and again and again. In some of those marks there were lessons learned, in others there were tragedies made. Too many stories, too many trials. Some of those scars were even hidden by the tattoos on Demagol’s body, a vain attempt for him to cover up his past with a bit of ink. In some cases the ink was there for symbolism, in others it was to shroud his past. It never worked. Skin didn’t lie. Fingers could feel the difference in texture underneath the artwork. Memories never truly faded.
He had to save himself from this melancholy expression, and did so with the female. This kiss they shared was not an invasive one, at least the Mandalorian hadn’t made it so. The lips were pressed soundly together, almost romantic in nature. The movement of her body was not past Demagol’s thoughts. He noticed how she tried to get as close as she possibly could to him, even if that meant her plump rear would grind upon him in the process. He wouldn’t fight it, not at all. There was even still a small residual desire for her in the pit of his stomach as all of this ensued. Rhailo Destros was a mystery that Demagol wanted to figure out. She was just so fascinating. It wasn’t just the rarity of her case in general, or those special abilities she possessed. It was that soul tethered to her heart which truly interested Demagol. In his heart of hearts he knew one thing was definitely true; he had never made a better purchase before in his life. He wanted her to be more than his property though, more than just some soul attached to him by ball and chain. In time, he would want to make a companion out of her. It seemed plausible, completely doable.
Ah, how sweet every aspect of her was.
Her mistakes were overlooked, downsides the same. For now, Demagol focused only on the good when it came to the female. It was refreshing, and played a tune upon his heart that he may never be able to forget. He wasn’t angry with her, only concerned for her. Safety was a highly cared-for precaution now. In even the extremes now, he would place her well-being before his very own. Those blue eyes of Demagol’s opened just enough so that he could look upon the female as he kissed her, studying her at the same time through a gaze almost sultry in nature. He wanted to think it was just the sleepiness of his expression, not a sultry one though. The hand which held the female’s face palmed on her cheek for a second to feel her warmth, then slid back down and around her body. Thereafter he pulled her even closer to him so that she was comfortably cuddled to his muscled front. “Calm.. calm..” That’s all he wanted her to be. No more worries. No more embarrassment. No more woeful pleads. Just a calmness, a peace. Even in that peace though, if the female continued to grind her ass against his groin she’d find herself awakening the Mandalorian in more ways than one. He’d certainly hold her ass in particular to be responsible for it, too. Ah, if only the two of them had more sleep between them both. By his own decision he slowly parted his lips from the female’s and let his head rest back down again, granting her the control to do whatever she wanted with her body. “We cannot turn back time.. so I’ll like you more as we progress.” Indeed, she wasn’t bad in his eyes, at least not anymore. She was something else, something to be cared for.
Was this bliss? Had he found it with her?
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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