morrigan | LET ME SEE YOU STRIPPED

[Morrigan Ashethorn .]

Another moment is another eternity

Morrigan shook her head as if to dispel his apology, “Please, its wine. It does the job…” She laughed, lifting the cup to her lips, her eyes watching the dancing flames. She downed the wine in three mouthfuls before once more refilling it. She knew it was undoubtedly a poor idea to booze herself up, especially in such company, but she was…happy almost.

A strange emotion to her to say the least.

She was blind though, and Morrigan had noticed how the Orc had seemed ill at ease when she mentioned her husband. Her eyes glanced down at the band around her finger. Sliding it from her finger, she set down in front of her, naked on the fire-warmed stone.

“You don’t have to feel uncomfortable about it. He’s a long dead man, and he was unbelievably cruel to me while he was alive. Don’t be discouraged.” She was unsure if her words were brought by her own bravery and fortitude, or by the wine. Morrigan could be blunt and forceful about what she wanted, as long as it didn’t pertain to sex.

That was always a more awkward scenario, as it was with anyone. She had taken men to her bed, some charmed and bewitched, and some willingly; but she’d never talk with them, she’d never sit around and have wine with them and lament her marriage and have deep discussions. New territory always made her wary, watching for the danger, waiting for the knife.

“He used to beat me, when I was human. He’d beat me, rape me, humiliate me. He hated me because he hated himself. There were psychological issues there that would take decades to decipher completely. You might be thinking why I didn’t use my magic to either kill or escape, and the answer is this ring.” She gestured to it, “Before he ever even met me, he knew about my powers, and so when the ring was forged he had it enchanted and that it would lock up my magic and I would be forever unable to take it off until I died.” She let loose a throaty laugh, a cruel smile alighting her features, her eyes flashing red for only a moment; “And then he decided to kill me for infidelity, but privately because he didn’t want a public scandal. My death would’ve passed off as either sickness or childbirth along with the death of the ‘baby’. My lover tore him to pieces, but only after I was practically dead from the beating. He changed me and I ‘died’.” Morrigan held a sick fascination with this story, she always had and she knew she probably always would. It comforted her in a strange way, to know and remember with perfect accuracy what she had overcome to get where she was.

“But if there was one thing that whole – affair – taught me…it was to take my pleasure where and when I could find it…” A chill ran down her spine and over her skin as she turned her head ever so slightly so in Axel’s direction, her eyes still trained on the flames.

“What about you?”

STARRING:Axel and Morrigan | WORDS: 518| OUTFIT: Clickie

[AXEL THE WOLF .]

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[atrb=style, width: 265px;][atrb=valign,top] romance had never been a priority in axel's life; he found it foolish and weakening, to care for someone so much and having to worry about their well-being. with his men, he did so - to an extent - but not nearly as much as a man could fall for a woman. having lost his family, he never truly had to care about anyone but himself, so thinking of committing his life to another person was terrifying and, in his mind, absolutely stupid. it was a death wish waiting to happen and, as little as axel feared death, he didn't wish to leave this world just yet. so, as she spoke of her husband beating her and raping her, he felt a twinge in his chest, knowing full well that he had been that man to plenty of women. what bandit would he be if he didn't rape and pillage? it was how he had lost his virginity and, honestly, it was the only thing he truly knew about sex. well, that and whenever jaree-rah would order in some girls from the riften brothel. all of it was emotionless and not all of it was consensual. axel held no shame to himself at the remembrance of the many woman screaming and begging for him to stop; however, when the same thought entered his mind about the woman beside him, it could feel nausea build within his gut. the reasoning had to be explainable and axel gave it one; it had to be because this woman was unlike many he had seen, strong willed and wise. her words made sense and the orsimer found himself hanging onto every syllable she spoke and let fall from her lips. turning his gaze towards her, he found himself staring upon those same lips, watching them pronounce and enunciate. her voice was beginning to daze him - how strong was that mead? catching himself staring, the bandit turned his head back to the fire, still taking in her words before he responded, "i'm glad the bastard was killed dishonorably. i hope he was scattered across the wastes of tamriel." he grunted before gazing at her from the corner of his eye. her whole story was making uncomfortable and completely aware that he was shirtless, but he remained neutral, his emotion unchanging. turning the question on him, axel straightened, "you could say that i do the same." he stated and turned his head towards her, "being a bandit, a lot of what we do is pleasure. we take pleasure in killing, in raiding, in chaos." his words were truthful, he had nothing to hide from this woman, except for the obvious. lifting the bottle to his lips, he took another gulp and put it down beside him. the fire and mead made an amazing muscle relaxant and axle found his shoulders slouching. there wasn't much to be said at this point, unless she had something on her mind about his previous statement.

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[Morrigan Ashethorn .]

Another moment is another eternity

Her cup was empty and so was the wine bottle. Morrigan’s alcohol slurred mind had never known such sorrow before as it did when she lifted it to her lips and found not a drop left to be found. I’ve had more than enough, I’m quite sure. And yet she wasn’t.

“All over the wastes of Tamriel…” She paraphrased him, laughing hard enough that she had to cover her mouth in order to retain some semblance of dignity, even drunk, she would retain that: “That’s so…dramatic, I just love it. But no, nothing so glorious as that, I remember it perfectly actually. Have you ever seen someone literally torn limb from limb?” She leaned into his broad arm, almost shaking with her half-way psychotic laughter.

“It was fucking amazing! Especially because he didn’t kill him first, no the arm came off before anything else, and he was flopping around the floor, screaming bloody murder! You should’ve seen it!” Laying her head against the plane of his shoulder, she watched the firelight, but her attention was torn away by the scent of his blood, oh so close to her slowly distending fangs. Her hand touched the weathered skin of his wrist, feeling the thrum of his pulse just beneath the surface.

Her nails blackened as they grew into a fine point that she dragged sensually up from his wrist. Not enough to hurt, but more than enough to illicit delicious shivers of sensation. She turned her face into his neck, a low, inhuman growl snaking through her. She wanted him, she wanted to rip into that firm, murderous flesh and taste every little nuance of the person she was wrapping herself around.

She smiled into the crook of his throat, letting her fangs drag harmlessly across the surface of his exotic, merish skin: “I will have this…” Her voice was barely even a whisper.

In all too sudden movement, Morrigan was on her feet, running her fingers through her hair in an effort to comb it out some for what she had planned. She had seen the cot on her way in, set aside in the adjacent room, she didn’t care if it was Axel’s or not, that’s where this would happen. Not out here, where anyone could walk by or wake up.

Glancing at him over her shoulder, she said: “As I told you before, I’m leaving come sunrise.” Untying the last lace of her bodice, she let the dress fall to the floor in a heap, the firelight outlining every detail of her nude body.

“So, are you coming? Or not?” She didn’t wait for an answer before she started walking.

STARRING:Axel and Morrigan | WORDS:434| OUTFIT: Clickie

[AXEL THE WOLF .]

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[atrb=style, width: 145px;][atrb=valign,top] MORRIGAN/ LUKE FIVE SIX TWO YAY! THESE TWO ARE SO KAWAAIIIIII OUTFIT HERE

[atrb=style, width: 265px;][atrb=valign,top] the inquiry of if he had ever seen a man been torn limb from limb bad a soft, short chuckle bubble in his throat, "seen it? i've been the one to actually do it." he replied, his words serious and sincere. being such a large man, it was possible for him to such things to others. of course, there were times where had made his horse do it for him, "but i agree, it's amazing to see." he added, nodding softly before he felt her lean on his shoulder. it shocked and startled him some what as she looked down at her with a slightly confused expression on his face. as confused as the orsimer was, he wasn't complaining; the feel of a woman on him, no matter how platonic it seemed, was refreshing and almost calming. turning his attention back to the fire, he listened to her words, smirking to himself at the thought. such satisfaction could certainly not be replicated, "must have been quite a sight." his reply was short and to the point, just like almost all of his answers he had given her. no use in beating around the bush, it wasted time. once again, the woman shocked him as he felt her nails running up his wrist, his eyes down casting before her words caused all of the hairs on the back of his neck to spring up. usually he wasn't one for being demanded at, but with her it seemed to do the complete opposite of turning him off. it all started almost becoming too much as he traced her fangs over his skin; it took everything in his power to stop the shiver up his spine from over taking his body. closing his eyes, he took in a deep breath, refraining from any and all thoughts of temptation, he didn't wish to seem as eager as he was. just as soon as he almost given up on keeping it together, he felt her rise to her feet and step away from him. turning his head, he watched her before she started to walk towards what seemed to be his bed. furrowing his eyebrows, he was about to state that the bed was off limits when she reminded him that she was leaving come sunrise and removed her dress. eye widening, axel rose to his feet at her questioning; how was he supposed to say no? a man with needs such as axel's were rare and he needed them to become satisfied. following her eagerly, he started to undress himself, removing his armor and boots with a bit of trouble before finding himself just as nude as she was. walking up behind her, he pressed his chest against her back, his hand coming forward and gently cupping her neck. with light fingers he traced her soft skin, taking in just how cold it was. she seemed so far from undead and yet now, with his hands on her, it all seemed to become more real. leaning his head down, he stopping his lips just before making contact with her skin, almost as if waiting for permission to carry on with what he wished to do. his other hand ran down her side before resting on her hip, keeping his touch gentle until given the go ahead to do otherwise. all the while, he said no words, there was nothing to be said.

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[Morrigan Ashethorn .]

Another moment is another eternity

Rough hands… Morrigan liked the feel of the Orc’s calloused fingers travelling across her flawless skin. Each imperfection in his hands stood out starkly for her to feel and she luxuriated in each little sensation. The hands of killer belonged to this man, and it surprised her how gentle they were. Men have died under his touch just as they have died under mine… it was a common symmetry, but Morrigan still found a spark of joy in it.

His chest was broad and firm against her back, wisps of hair and taunt skin haunted her hands as she ran them up down behind her, sliding sensually over abdominal muscles to the soft trail of hair just underneath his navel.

Turning, Morrigan laid each of her hands on his chest, staring up at him from underneath her long lashes. She could feel a sense of trepidation in him through the skin of her palms, a sense of asking permission.

A smile spread across her face: “Yes…” she said simply, standing up on her toes to brush her lips across his, her hand snaking back down his chest to grasp his manhood, heavy and hot in her fingers. Sharpened, cruel nails dragged down along the other side of his chest, over his heart. Not enough to harm, she licked each raised, tender line her claws created.

Spinning them both around, Morrigan shoved him onto the cot, her hands pulling the silver and ruby clip from her hair that kept her braid together. Pinned and coiled hair tumbled loose to frame her face, and she stalked towards Axel, a predatory gleam in her eye.

Straddling him, she brought his hands to her breasts, her voice a quiet whisper: “The gentleness and care of your touch is appreciated. A sweet thing.” She leaned in close to his ear, her fangs distending ever so slightly, “But I’m far more durable than any woman you’ve ever been with…” Tongue tracing the shell of his ear, she once-more let her teeth drag lightly across his skin.

Running her hands down his back, she raked her nails upwards, gentle enough not to scar.

“Well…?” She asked inquisitively, daring him.

STARRING:Morrigan and Axel | WORDS: 363| OUTFIT: nekkid <3

[AXEL THE WOLF .]

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[atrb=style, width: 145px;][atrb=valign,top] MORRIGAN/ LUKE FIVE FOUR EIGHT OM NOM NOM NEKKID

[atrb=style, width: 265px;][atrb=valign,top] her skin, soft as a silk sheet against his hands that had been many wares. it was refreshing and cool like the winter air that waited just outside of the door of the fort. she was beauty in human form and axel counted his blessings now, as he ran his hands over her skin, taking her in completely before he watched her turn to face him. the sight of her face had set his mind in a daze, a feeling that was forgein to him in more ways than one. he questioned the divines and malacath as to why they had brought such a woman to his bed tonight, but obviously recieved no answer. accepting his fate, her words rung in his ears like the bells of a chapel and her lips tasted as sweet as the wine that she had been drinking. a deep groan escaped his throat as he returned the kiss and sunk into her touch as she grasped his member, yes... it's almost as if she read his mind. with strength that could only come from the undead, the orsimer soon found himself seated on the cot, looking up at the woman of whom he seemed to be soon sharing it. his hands reached out and placed themselves on her hips before he ran them up the curves of her sides and up her back. all the while his crimson eyes stayed locked on her face, taking in every movement as she let her golden locks fall in front of her face. the aching want to reach up and push them behind her ear was almost too much for him to handle, until she spoke once more. slightly distracted by his words, he allowed her to put his hands on her breasts before he cupped them himself, the softness and slight weight in his hands caused his arousal to grow - he wanted her. the whispers in his ear immediately became a challenge, wanting to show her just ho damaging he could be for her. though, the image of her screaming for him to stop simply brought a shiver up his spine - he never wanted to hear her scream that at him. looking up at her, he could see her impatience growing and, with one, wordless motion adjusted them to that he was on top of her on the cot, her head now laying the pillow. with heavy breath, filled with desire and need, he grasped her throat with his hand as the other gripped her hip with a force that only showed domination. leaning his head down, he captured her lips in a deep, heated kiss, challenging her to the same game that he was playing. the hand of which was holding her hip slid down between her thighs, feeling the yearning there. pulling his lips away from hers, he looked into her eyes, taking in her facial expressions as he slide one, then two fingers inside of her, pressing them up against teh rough patch just two inches within her. her tightness wrapped around his fingers with what seemed to be an iron grip and axel found himself internally begging her to let him enter her, to let him claim her completely, "beautiful..." he breathed as he watched the expression of pleasure on her face grow the more he toyed with her.

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[Morrigan Ashethorn .]

Another moment is another eternity

Back arched, a mixture of a sigh of pleasure and a scream of ecstasy seemed to perch itself on her lips. Morrigan tossed her head back, her hair fanning out behind her like an ocean of pale gold. When the Orc slid his fingers ever deeper into her, Morrigan clung to her voice, groaning in pleasure.

She hadn't been expecting him to throw her on her back, and while it'd taken her by surprise, Morrigan kept one fact fixed in her mind. Women have all the power in sex...
Smirking to herself, she let her hand drift down the Orc's shoulder, her touch soft and feather-light. And in a whirl of motion and inhuman strength, she flipped them back over, grinning sardonically before pressing her lips to his in an easy kiss.

Fingers snaking their way down his chest, she took his manhood in hand, stroking him ever so gently while her mouth hovered above his, her small cries of her pleasure at his ministrations becoming the only sound over his own small moans. Taking charge of herself, Morrigan sat up suddenly, her weight resting on his thighs while she gripped his wrist, withdrawing him from her. She could feel him at her entrance, hard and heavy and hot and all the other words she couldn't even come to think of as she pressed herself against him, a soundless whine of pleasure coming to her face as he slipped within her.

The fire-light beamed at them, weakly illuminating their features, her breasts casting shadows down her stomach when Morrigan placed her hands on his chest, rocking her hips back and forth. Her nails grew sharp, and with a sharp slice, she savored the hiss that came forth as the 3 inch cut appeared over his heart. Morrigan captured the minimal wound with her mouth, sucking ever so gently at the blood that pooled on his skin. Salty, with a coppery tang that was distinctly him. She could taste his lineage, his father, his mother, the sweetness that came from all Mer, even Orismer.

Tongue tracing the cut, her eyes peered up at him, before once again changing the rules and flipping them over, her eyes suddenly hard with need. "Harder..." She demanded, voice rough.

STARRING:Axel and Morrigan | WORDS: 384| OUTFIT: N/A

[AXEL THE WOLF .]

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[atrb=style, width: 145px;][atrb=valign,top] MORRIGAN/ LUKE FOUR ONE THREE OM NOM NOM NEKKID

[atrb=style, width: 265px;][atrb=valign,top] even now, as he had her pinned beneath him, he had the feeling as though he wasn't truly in charge. the woman before him seemed to have enough tricks up her sleeve to last a life time, maybe even two. sliding two fingers inside of her, he could feel her walls clenching and releasing around him. though she was not virginal, it felt as though she hadn't been touched for many years. his lips found her neck then, kissing and nipping at it before he went out in search of the most sensitive spot within her. unfortunately, before his quest was complete, he felt morrigan flip the two of them over so that she was now on top. the strength she placed upon him had taken him by surprise but aroused him to the point of explosion - never had a woman over taken him in bed and, as much as he hated it, he also thoroughly enjoyed it. kissing her lips, he closed his eyes and groaned as she placed her hand on his throbbing manhood. her hands were cold like ice and the sensation caused his cock to pulse. all the while, his fingers kept searching for her climax, searching for her release. the sounds escaping both her mouth and his were enough to make him want to cum so early but he resisted and kept himself in place. her withdrawl of him was somewhat insulting before he propped himself up on his elbows and watched her every move. then without any warning, he felt himself slide within her, the wetness and surprising warmth cause him to let out a groan. pushing his hips upward, he looked at her face, watching her expression as she took all of him in. "fuck." he growled as she drug her nail aobve his heart, the pain mixing so perfectly with the pleasure. and, as she leaned her head down and started to suck the blood from his chest, he gripped the back of her head, pushing his hips and down in a slow and even motion before she pulled away from him. his hand still in her hair, he allowed her flip them over once more. it was now his turn to be in control. gripping her hair tightly, he obeyed her and started to pound into her and over over again. her walls clenching around his yearning shaft as he lips found her best. taking it between his lips, he suckled and nipped, all the while keeping his rhythm.

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[Morrigan Ashethorn .]

Another moment is another eternity

His blood wasn't sweet.

Sweet wasn't the correct word for the taste dwelling on Morrigan's tongue, it was salty, and rich with a smokiness that was distinctly orcish. The tang left on her lips didn't fade even for all her moans, Axel pumping between her legs as dutifully as she required. Her arms were wrapped around him, holding him, rocking with him. He needs this as much as I do...

The blood she had tasted had told her more than any words could, and Morrigan understood in that moment that it would be his blood that held them together. If this was to last past this night, it would have to be. Her mind whirled in between shivers of ecstasy, trying to calculate each and every angle of this situation. She'd leave. She knew that, it was an irrefutable fact; Morrigan knew she couldn't stay here for any length of time past tonight. The Dawnguard would still be looking for her, they would guess what happened when their people didn't return with her head.

And they'd come here.

She hated the sudden tearing feeling she felt in her chest. Leave and be safe. Stay to protect those who had protected me...and perhaps die. She closed her eyes, her chin resting on the top of Axel's head, his lips on her breast. Despite her internal struggle, Morrigan knew her decision had already been made. And so, she resolved to relish this while she could.

Wrapping her legs around the hips that ground into hers, Morrigan pulled Axel harder against her, arching her back and rolling her head back as a groan of finger-clenching pleasure rolled through her. Bringing her mouth to his, she kissed him forcefully, slipping her tongue alongside his; allowing him a taste of his own blood. Fangs scraping across the gentle lips of her lover, her forehead met his; her features contorted in need and the throes of ecstasy.

(Yay for 'exposition-only' posts.)

STARRING:Axel and Morrigan | WORDS: 321| OUTFIT: N/A

[AXEL THE WOLF .]

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[atrb=style, width: 145px;][atrb=valign,top] MORRIGAN/ LUKE THREE ONE SIX SORRY THIS TOOK SOOOO LONG NEKKID

[atrb=style, width: 265px;][atrb=valign,top] with each powerful thrust, the orsimer found himself inching closer and closer to release. the woman beneath him like a goddess of beauty and pleasure, unlike anything he had ever experienced before. her body was cold as ice and caused him to become comfortable while he overexerted his body to the fullest; using all of his strength to bring her ultimate pleasure. he barely even thought about his own pleasure while he was within her, which was rare from the orc. with other women, he found himself thinking of nothing but his own pleasure and what he would get out of it. once her legs were wrapped around him and their lips were meshed and at battle, he could feel her need for him as well. it touched him in a deeper way than he would care to explain, so he continued with his rhythm. she seemed to know what she wanted and was verbal about it, but not it was axel's turn to come into control. wrapping his arms around her, he sat back so that she was on top of him. he was completely seated, holding himself up with one arm as the other kept itself wrapped around her petit waist. his face was right close to her own as he started to slowly thrust upwards into her. sliding his hand up, he let it reast on the back of her head as he looked into her eyes. never had he been so intimate with a woman and it frightened him and excited him to be acting in such a manner. his lips placed a soft kiss to her lips, allowing her to deepen it if she so desired. now that he was in this position, he was willing ot give back the control he stole for a brief moment. at this rate, he was willing to admit that he was hers to completely control.

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[Morrigan Ashethorn .]

Another moment is another eternity

Her nails dragged long gouges along his back, just soft enough to keep skin from breaking. The new position was just that, though Morrigan had more often than not been quick and clean when it came to sex, she was enjoying this. The calloused fingers grasping at her flawless flesh sent shivers up her spine, while his hand tangled in her hair, his hard, upwards thrusts meeting her own sensual, downward ones.

Morrigan loved the taste of his lips on hers; the muskiness of Orc, mingled lightly with the aftertaste of her previous, blood-drenched kisses. But it all felt too perfect, too good, and she needed the feeling of control back. Though Morrigan had to admit, she didn’t mind losing it to him. Using an unnatural amount of speed and strength, she shifted their position to her back on top, grinding her hips hard against his, hissing with delight. She brought his hands to her breasts like she had done before, sensualizing the feel of his rough skin on hers. Cat-like, and fast as only she could be, once more she changed their positions, laughing delicately in his ear; her voice melting into a groan of pleasure as his weight hovered above her.

And yet, even in the midst of her approaching release – Morrigan found herself thinking clearly, agile mind as analytical as always. She hadn’t expected the Orc’s stamina, though she knew that was failing on her part rather than an abnormality on his. He was a massive being, standing head and shoulders over her, and yet like this, they fought for control as equals; pulling each other’s strings like an expert harpist. Finding his eyes with hers, she locked them together. She could vaguely see her reflection in his, the mirror-image of her crimson irises, painted over by the light of fire. Flipping them back over so she rested on top of him, meeting his thrusts with her own, she kissed him. It wasn’t a hungry, demanding kiss. It was a lighter kiss, sweet and caring in an ice-cold manner. It was a kiss only one who is dead could give to another, and Morrigan gave it gladly.

“Finish me, Axel…” Voice heady, she clung to him, sweat slicking their bodies.

STARRING:Morrigan and Axel | WORDS: 373| OUTFIT: Nekkid! <3

[AXEL THE WOLF .]

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[atrb=style, width: 145px;][atrb=valign,top] MORRIGAN/ LUKE THREE ONE SIX SORRY THIS TOOK SOOOO LONG NEKKID

[atrb=style, width: 265px;][atrb=valign,top] she was everything that axel didn't know he had been missing. her immediate and ultimate control over him was the dead give away that made him realize that this woman, this goddess, was who he wished to give himself to completely. she rode him like a champion rides out to battle and wth all of his power he could not stop himself from wishing to slay her. gripping her hips tightly as she started to grind her hips againt his own, he groaned loudly in an almost animalistic pitch. the orc knew little of this odd sensation of both pleasure and pain in the sense of him have the knoledge that she would be leaving once dawn broke. but he did not think of that now, there was no time. all of his sole thoughts were on her reactions to his thrusts and his touch. each time the position switched, axel moved along with her, like two dancers in perfect unison. all of it was natural, nothing was forced - it seemed almost staged. once she found herself on top of him once more, axel placed his hands on her breasts, just as she commanded. they fit perfectly in his hands, her nipples hard against his palms as he kneeded them and toyed with with. the urge to put them between his lips once more was almost completely intoxicating, but he stayed firm, thrusting inside of her, his sole mission to finish her off before himself. then she kissed him; it was unexpected and completely something he did not think was capable by anyone. but he returned it as besthe could, pulling er closer to him before he pulled away from her tainted lips. her sudden plea caused a new spark to grow within the orc; he needed to fulfill her plea, needed to make her finish. with his hands running back dow her curves, he ran them backward and up her back, over her shoulders and eventually gripped both of her wrists. he then pushed arms behind her back, garbbing both of her wrists in one hand before having the other grip her hair, keeping her head in place as he locked eyes with her own. with all of the might that he could muster, he thrust upwards into her, relishing in her moans and screams as he brought both of them closer to ecstacy.

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