"Dalamar this-"
I snatch the words from his lips with a powerful kiss. I do not want to
hear that this is wrong, that this should not be happening. I do not care
for what he thinks. I want this and that is all that matters.
I smile at him as I shove him hard against the desk. I hold him there
making sure that he cannot move, keeping him just where I want him to be.
I lean against him so that our bodies are pressed tightly together. I can
feel his muscles straining, his hands at my shoulders trying to push me off
of him, but I am physically stronger than he is.
I run my hands up and down his back, reveling in the fact that his body
begins to shake uncontrollably.
**** I can no longer stand it. I shudder as his hands slid up and down my back. My attempts to push him off of me are futile. Not only is he stronger than I, but I am not really trying. I want him on top of me; I want to feel him and to be felt by him. I want him to belong to me. I kiss back and I think this startles him. My once pushing hands are now touching, caressing, learning. He gasps into the kiss when I finally manage to slide my hand between our bodies and touch his cock. It is rock hard and suddenly it is too hot, and my chest is tightening up and I can barely breath. The world is swimming and darkness is closing in on the edges of my vision. I know what's coming.any second I will start coughing violently. I am just waiting for it to come.
**** I feel him stop, his body tensing. He coughs. Figures, as frail as he is I should have guessed that he would not be able to do this. But almost as soon as it started it has ended. And he's kissing me again and there is the faint taste of blood accompanying it. I am enjoying this, he is enjoying this. I move, walk over to the bed dragging him with me. I turn us so his knees are pushed up against the bed and I take over again. This is my show, not his. I grab the front of his robes and twist them around my hand, pulling him forward. "You will do whatever I say. I am the shalafi now." He stares at me, trying to comprehend what I'm saying. He blinks then nods. "Good."
-END-
**** I can no longer stand it. I shudder as his hands slid up and down my back. My attempts to push him off of me are futile. Not only is he stronger than I, but I am not really trying. I want him on top of me; I want to feel him and to be felt by him. I want him to belong to me. I kiss back and I think this startles him. My once pushing hands are now touching, caressing, learning. He gasps into the kiss when I finally manage to slide my hand between our bodies and touch his cock. It is rock hard and suddenly it is too hot, and my chest is tightening up and I can barely breath. The world is swimming and darkness is closing in on the edges of my vision. I know what's coming.any second I will start coughing violently. I am just waiting for it to come.
**** I feel him stop, his body tensing. He coughs. Figures, as frail as he is I should have guessed that he would not be able to do this. But almost as soon as it started it has ended. And he's kissing me again and there is the faint taste of blood accompanying it. I am enjoying this, he is enjoying this. I move, walk over to the bed dragging him with me. I turn us so his knees are pushed up against the bed and I take over again. This is my show, not his. I grab the front of his robes and twist them around my hand, pulling him forward. "You will do whatever I say. I am the shalafi now." He stares at me, trying to comprehend what I'm saying. He blinks then nods. "Good."
-END-