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Post by Karin Kurosaki on Jan 27, 2016 23:33:53 GMT -6
Karin cried out hoarsely, torn between her torrents of rage and waves of need. Her cheeks flushed and legs wrapped hopelessly around him. As Ilian’s tongue flicked at the pained tip of her breast, she groaned, body stretching taunt. The cords restraining her creaked, another whine falling from her beaten lips as his cool hands wrapped around her breasts. His fingers pressed into the burning welts raising on her skin. Karin turned her head into the pillow with a strangled growling moan. Her last thread of stubborn spirit trying to cool the heat boiling up inside her.
For her enemy.
As Ilian's hands pushed her aching mounds together and his shaft rubbed against a point inside her, she pulled her head up, latching onto his neck. Panting, she nipped hard at his skin. Trying to get his fury to channel her flame back to the right heat.
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Post by Ilian Cassius on Jan 27, 2016 23:53:10 GMT -6
Ilian growled as she bit into his flesh driving him further to the top as he plunged deeper into her. "That's it Baby doll." He growled again as he let one of his hands push one of her legs up and around him tighter. He grunted and pushed deeper as she gasp and pushed her hips forward into him.
He chuckled against her neck as he licked a trail up under her ear nipping at the rim. "By the Gods your a delicious treat." He lifted over her his hands on either side of her body as he pounded into her deeper and faster until her head tossed side to side to side, her breathing a pant as her eyes closed tightly and she arched against him. Her legs tightening pulling him into her closer.
He grunted and growled with a few deep moans as their bodies slapped together. She would be his one way or another. By blood, bruises and pain she will surrender to him and he would make her his and his alone. He slammed into her again and again as another scream of pleasure escaped her lips.
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Post by Karin Kurosaki on Jan 28, 2016 13:19:56 GMT -6
Karin was lost. Thrashing beneath him, her hips ground down on his length as her arousal ran down her entrance. She groaned, throwing her head back as another shudder worked its way through her strained body. Trying to tame the heat tangled around her. But each pounding movement only made her fever climb higher. Moaning, growling, and panting, bucking and twisting against his control, she arched into his hard body, eyes squeezed shut in fervent denial of the pleasure being brought upon her. Of her craving. Screaming again as her body convulsed in her orgasm.
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Post by Ilian Cassius on Jan 28, 2016 14:10:56 GMT -6
Ilian growled feeling a knot in his stomach, his balls tightening as well as he thrust deeper into her entrance. The woman gasped, her head pushing back into the pillow as he latched on to her neck and sucked, moving along her neck to her throat as he rode her deep and hard.
As a loud grunt rumbled in his chest his body tensed, he slammed into her once more causing Ilian to explode inside of her and pushing her over the edge again as well. His pace slowed as he kissed a trail to her heaving breasts, taking both in his hands he massaged them, playing with her taught nipples. She still wiggled under him as he worked his length inside of her spasming entrance. A few more thrusts into her and he lifted off her, leaving her on the bed still tied in place. He look down at her lush, heaving form with a smirk as he let a fingertip course down her damp side when she rolled to one of her sides.
"I will send my brother in to heal your injuries." He told her as he pulled on his pants. Once he was dressed, he tossed a light sheet over her body, leaving her bound in place. He lowered down over her and nipped the rim of her ear as he whispered to her.
"We're going to have a lot of fun, my sweet little masochist."
He lifted from her ear as he turned on his heel and left the room to get his brother to heal her burns.
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Post by Karin Kurosaki on Jan 29, 2016 11:06:58 GMT -6
Half-lidded eyes sent muted flickers of rage at the wall as her body hummed in contentment against her wishes. Most of her body was caught in a lull. The dull throbbing throughout her limbs and breasts radiating outwards and spreading the sensory bliss. Her hands spasmed. Karin rolled back over to her back, rubbing her itchy ear. Trying to clear her head. Because even if she wished her languid mind was all from the panic of nearly losing her brother, her boiling anger and taunt fear, or from her heady overdose of freedom, she was smart enough to know otherwise. She’d rejoiced in more of what had occurred that she would admit aloud. She felt used, happily dominated, much more than raped. Karin sighed, turning and trying to find a cool place on the pillow to slow the blush on her cheeks.
Just because she had a vulnerability to his way with her didn’t mean she was defeated. Or that he had to know it. She closed her eyes, seeking the calm of meditation to rid herself of the whispers of pleasure still flowing through her body.
Moved
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Post by Killian Cassius on Jan 29, 2016 14:25:43 GMT -6
"Look Who's Come to Dinner": (continued) Killian entered the room seeing Karin laying on her side her face buried in the pillow. She did not move. He was not sure if she past out or pretending to be asleep to avoid who came in the room. He walked over to her resting a hand to her bare hip. She flinched causing a wide grin to cross his face. Reaching up he untied her wrist above her head letting her arms fall down around her head.
"You need not worry. I am not here to pleasure myself with your body. Only to heal your wounds." He looked at a few of the spots that ran across her side. Then pushing her slowly to her back as Karin came to life.
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Post by Karin Kurosaki on Jan 29, 2016 14:51:29 GMT -6
Karin leapt into action, covering her breasts and then slamming both of her hands against his chest. Unfortunately, there wasn't much strength to them and her arms had started to tremble from the exertion, too. She'd been tied up and at the mercy of Ilian's ways longer than she had thought. Karin's eyes narrowed, nonetheless.
"If you think a bland statement and the mercy of untying me is going to get me to trust you, you've got another thing coming, buster," she growled. "I don't need your assistance. And I have yet to see any proof of this healing power."
Her sprained wrist buckled for a moment, sending up a spark of pain.
She wouldn't have much clawing power.
"Try anything and I will hurt you," she persisted.
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Post by Killian Cassius on Jan 29, 2016 15:02:44 GMT -6
Killian out of instinct grabbed his attacker by the throat. His grip tightened, leaving the woman wide eyed. "Good. I did not ask you to trust me. Not even to like me, but you will do as I say or your life will end before it gets started." He grew silent as he looked into her deep brown eyes. "Do you understand your situation, woman?"
"You're - assholes," Karin snapped through the distinct pain on her throat. "Both of you, and when I get Homura back...." Her sore voice cracked. "You'll pay," she finished, quieter. Eyes flaring for a new reason, she pulled at the hand on her. "Get off."
Killian laughed and pushed her back on the bed as she took a quick seat there on the edge. "Flow," Killian spoke softly as he reached out touching the woman's forehead. He snapped his fingers once as her welts and burns disappeared. Touching her again he stopped his powers, turning away from her. "You have your proof. Get dressed as you were informed to do an hour ago." he stepped toward the door of the room.
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Post by Karin Kurosaki on Jan 29, 2016 16:17:28 GMT -6
Karin sent daggers at his back and didn’t reply, recalling against her will how that same touch had saved her from the sickening pain of Sada’s poison. And Yuzu from living through the beating someone else had given her. As the door closed, she flung the now cold candle at it. “Don’t tell me what to do, groping, snickering, freak of time!” she hollered.
Someone laughed at her from the other side but thankfully didn’t join her. Karin kicked the clothes on the ground out of the way and slammed the door to the bathroom, disappearing into the shower.
Later, she stood, hands on her hips and wrapped in a towel, glowering at the choices before her. The enemy was learning. And all of her clothes were too ripped to be any good, even tied together. Unless she wanted the twins to choose for her, she had to make a decision.
Finally, she picked up the calf-hugging hakamas, ripping the sides to let some skin at her thighs show to satisfy the perverts and one of the slitted dresses. Which she ripped into a top. Her eyes vowed murder later as she stared herself. A long v on skin flowed down from her top of neck to the small of her back, revealing far too much skin at the top. The front wasn’t much better. Two wide v’s of cloth zipped down to close at the center of her chest, showing off her figure, toned stomach, and making it too easy to reach in and cup her breasts. But at least it was solid material.
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