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That night Pride found himself sitting around a rather large bonfire, with the Protectors as they celebrated the night. It was a ritual for them to celebrate the night, as though it was a God. They would sing and dance, and eat to the night and that it would give them shelter from all. Pride had to admit he was having a good time. He didn't think he would like being around these Protectors, but they made him feel at home there with them. He even began noticing that Faith had 'backed off' of him. She would sit on the other side of the bonfire, away from him, laughing and talking to others around her. Pride watched her a couple of times, when he thought she wasn't looking. She had changed out of her sweats and into a ceremonial garb. She wore a tanned coloured top that clung to her curves and showed her belly, with tassels and beads hanging from it. And a wisp green dress that every time she moved would swell up with her and move like it was the very wind its self. It was in this outfit that she performed a ritual dance to the night sky. She moved her hips around back and forth, clapping her hands to the beat given off by the drum and the flute in the back. She danced around the bonfire, moving in this manner, hips twisting, her body bending forward and back. Pride couldn't keep his eyes off of her. For the first time, he didn't feel contempt for this woman. However he did feel something else. That primal urge he first felt when he met her, the way he had looked at her every single time she had come into a room. His lust. She stopped in front of him and for a few turns stayed there as the music was getting louder and louder at a feverous pitch. She continued to spin and clap, her head thrown back with a smile on her face. Her red hair clinging to her body with the sweat. Pride's eyes never leaving her. And when it as all over, the song, the dance. She smiled and spoke some language. Pride figured she had said goodnight, as the other members of the tribe began dispersing back to their huts. Faith came over to Pride then, with one of her guards following her. "Pride this is Cobra, you'll be spending the night within his hut," she said introducing them, "Good night and let Mother Earth be kind to your dreams," she said and then walked off to her hut. Pride watched her for a moment and then turned back to Cobra. He was a big strapping man, sort of reminded him of Ryan almost. He nodded his head, in the typical male greeting, and in turn Cobra, gestured to Pride to follow him. Only an hour later, laying on the thin mat provided for him Pride stared up at the ceiling. He couldn't get to sleep. Images of the night polluted his mind. Images of her spun around in his head. When he figured Cobra was asleep, Pride got up from his mat and crept outside. He had no idea what he was doing, but his feet found their way to Faith's hut. He stood outside it for a few moments, breathing. He could only hear himself breath, as he contemplated going in or not. He took a step... "I was wondering when you would come..."Faith said from her bed. She lay there the sheets cover part of her, while her silk nightie covered the rest. Pride stood at the doorway looking at her. He had to have her, right then and right there. He didn't say a word as he walked over to her. He moved swiftly to the side of the bed and then sat upon it. He looked at her. Her eyes were searching his face, she was unsure of what he was going to do. So was he. But within seconds he was upon her, kissing her furiously. Their lips matched the others, their strength matching the others. He laid her down fiercely on the bed as he continued to kiss her. He pressed his body against hers, his hands roaming down her body, feeling every contour, every inch of it. When her hands reached for him, he roughly grabbed them and pinned her down. He was in control here. He wanted it like this. Images of the time when he had held her wrists and she had asked if he liked it rough, filled his head now. He wanted it rough with her. He wanted to be the dominate. He wanted to have her. He tore the nightie off of her, and gloried in her flesh. She was so perfect. He pulled away from her lips and looked at her nakedness beneath him. She didn't shy away, she lay there for him to see all. "Do you like what you see?" she said softly, an echo from the past, the words she once spoke. He cupped her breasts in his hands, not answering her and squeezed them roughly. He kneeded them as a he lunged at her neck, his mouth caressing the point where her neck and shoulder met. He pinched at her nipples, as his teeth grazed her neck, the soft sounds she was making was driving him wild and he could feel himself grow with anticipation. One of his hands moved down to her mound and massaged it. Faith squirmed under him, as he inserted two fingers into her and began to pump in and out. She was already wet, and her juices made the perfect lubricate for his fingers as he assaulted her mound with them. Her breathing was reaching a feverous pitch. But he wasn't going to let her cum first. He removed his fingers from her, a gasp of disappointment escaped her lips.
Pride moved back from her and pulled his own clothes off of him. His shaft was hard and hurting from the anticipation of what was to come. He was going to finally take her. Faith shifted a bit in the bed, and Pride came to her and entered her. She was wet and tight, and a moan escaped his lips from the sensations of this first encounter.
"Ooooh, yes that's it..." Faith said her arms snaking up his torso.
Pride growled and took her arms, pinning them above her head as he began to fiercely pound into her. His primal urges dominated him, and he wanted to be dominate over this Amazon beauty. He watched her squirm under him, as he bucked his shaft into her harder each time. Her breasts moved with the motions, her mouth slightly parted, her eyes closed as she lost herself to the urges herself.
He leaned down as best he could and took one of her breasts into his mouth, teasing her nipples with his tongue, biting them. She moaned with pleasure as he continued his assault on her body. Her moans were getting more and more urgent.
"Yes, bite them! Take me! Harder!" she would yell, until she reached her climax and screamed out. It didn't take Pride much longer, it was all getting to him too. He pulled back from her breasts and just concentrated on pounding her. And within in seconds of her cumming, he growled out that he was cumming too, and shot his load within her, and then collapsed on top of her.
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In the morning, Pride was the first to wake up of the two. It took him a few moments to realize where he was, and then a smirk played on his face. He looked to Faith who was lying on his naked chest, her body rising and falling with every breath she took. He looked at her naked upper body that was uncovered by the sheets, and especially the curve of her back. It was so perfect, the way it curved from her head to her backside. He ran his fingers gently across it to the small of her back, her skin warm under his touch. She moved a little, and opened her eyes slowly. She smiled as she felt his chest underneath her cheek and she moved back to lie next to him, looking at him. He put an arm around as she did so. "Good morning," Pride said to her. "Good morning," she said softly, "Well...that was a memorable night." Pride smiled, "I can't think of anything that has given me that type of feeling before," he said stroking her arm. She smiled, it had worked. She had gotten the mighty Pride to bed, and what a victory. Here he was thinking it was his victory to have taken her, but it was her working away at him. It was her victory. The almighty Pride was hers now. "Well, I do suppose now I know who'll I'll give my support to," she said and leaned up to him, rubbing her naked body to his as she kissed him. She pulled away and whispered, inches from his face, "The Protectors will be at the Mall Rats side." Pride pulled her to him and kissed her passionately. It was what he had wanted to here yesterday, today he wanted to make love to her all day.
That night Pride found himself sitting around a rather large bonfire, with the Protectors as they celebrated the night. It was a ritual for them to celebrate the night, as though it was a God. They would sing and dance, and eat to the night and that it would give them shelter from all. Pride had to admit he was having a good time. He didn't think he would like being around these Protectors, but they made him feel at home there with them. He even began noticing that Faith had 'backed off' of him. She would sit on the other side of the bonfire, away from him, laughing and talking to others around her. Pride watched her a couple of times, when he thought she wasn't looking. She had changed out of her sweats and into a ceremonial garb. She wore a tanned coloured top that clung to her curves and showed her belly, with tassels and beads hanging from it. And a wisp green dress that every time she moved would swell up with her and move like it was the very wind its self. It was in this outfit that she performed a ritual dance to the night sky. She moved her hips around back and forth, clapping her hands to the beat given off by the drum and the flute in the back. She danced around the bonfire, moving in this manner, hips twisting, her body bending forward and back. Pride couldn't keep his eyes off of her. For the first time, he didn't feel contempt for this woman. However he did feel something else. That primal urge he first felt when he met her, the way he had looked at her every single time she had come into a room. His lust. She stopped in front of him and for a few turns stayed there as the music was getting louder and louder at a feverous pitch. She continued to spin and clap, her head thrown back with a smile on her face. Her red hair clinging to her body with the sweat. Pride's eyes never leaving her. And when it as all over, the song, the dance. She smiled and spoke some language. Pride figured she had said goodnight, as the other members of the tribe began dispersing back to their huts. Faith came over to Pride then, with one of her guards following her. "Pride this is Cobra, you'll be spending the night within his hut," she said introducing them, "Good night and let Mother Earth be kind to your dreams," she said and then walked off to her hut. Pride watched her for a moment and then turned back to Cobra. He was a big strapping man, sort of reminded him of Ryan almost. He nodded his head, in the typical male greeting, and in turn Cobra, gestured to Pride to follow him. Only an hour later, laying on the thin mat provided for him Pride stared up at the ceiling. He couldn't get to sleep. Images of the night polluted his mind. Images of her spun around in his head. When he figured Cobra was asleep, Pride got up from his mat and crept outside. He had no idea what he was doing, but his feet found their way to Faith's hut. He stood outside it for a few moments, breathing. He could only hear himself breath, as he contemplated going in or not. He took a step... "I was wondering when you would come..."Faith said from her bed. She lay there the sheets cover part of her, while her silk nightie covered the rest. Pride stood at the doorway looking at her. He had to have her, right then and right there. He didn't say a word as he walked over to her. He moved swiftly to the side of the bed and then sat upon it. He looked at her. Her eyes were searching his face, she was unsure of what he was going to do. So was he. But within seconds he was upon her, kissing her furiously. Their lips matched the others, their strength matching the others. He laid her down fiercely on the bed as he continued to kiss her. He pressed his body against hers, his hands roaming down her body, feeling every contour, every inch of it. When her hands reached for him, he roughly grabbed them and pinned her down. He was in control here. He wanted it like this. Images of the time when he had held her wrists and she had asked if he liked it rough, filled his head now. He wanted it rough with her. He wanted to be the dominate. He wanted to have her. He tore the nightie off of her, and gloried in her flesh. She was so perfect. He pulled away from her lips and looked at her nakedness beneath him. She didn't shy away, she lay there for him to see all. "Do you like what you see?" she said softly, an echo from the past, the words she once spoke. He cupped her breasts in his hands, not answering her and squeezed them roughly. He kneeded them as a he lunged at her neck, his mouth caressing the point where her neck and shoulder met. He pinched at her nipples, as his teeth grazed her neck, the soft sounds she was making was driving him wild and he could feel himself grow with anticipation. One of his hands moved down to her mound and massaged it. Faith squirmed under him, as he inserted two fingers into her and began to pump in and out. She was already wet, and her juices made the perfect lubricate for his fingers as he assaulted her mound with them. Her breathing was reaching a feverous pitch. But he wasn't going to let her cum first. He removed his fingers from her, a gasp of disappointment escaped her lips.
Pride moved back from her and pulled his own clothes off of him. His shaft was hard and hurting from the anticipation of what was to come. He was going to finally take her. Faith shifted a bit in the bed, and Pride came to her and entered her. She was wet and tight, and a moan escaped his lips from the sensations of this first encounter.
"Ooooh, yes that's it..." Faith said her arms snaking up his torso.
Pride growled and took her arms, pinning them above her head as he began to fiercely pound into her. His primal urges dominated him, and he wanted to be dominate over this Amazon beauty. He watched her squirm under him, as he bucked his shaft into her harder each time. Her breasts moved with the motions, her mouth slightly parted, her eyes closed as she lost herself to the urges herself.
He leaned down as best he could and took one of her breasts into his mouth, teasing her nipples with his tongue, biting them. She moaned with pleasure as he continued his assault on her body. Her moans were getting more and more urgent.
"Yes, bite them! Take me! Harder!" she would yell, until she reached her climax and screamed out. It didn't take Pride much longer, it was all getting to him too. He pulled back from her breasts and just concentrated on pounding her. And within in seconds of her cumming, he growled out that he was cumming too, and shot his load within her, and then collapsed on top of her.
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In the morning, Pride was the first to wake up of the two. It took him a few moments to realize where he was, and then a smirk played on his face. He looked to Faith who was lying on his naked chest, her body rising and falling with every breath she took. He looked at her naked upper body that was uncovered by the sheets, and especially the curve of her back. It was so perfect, the way it curved from her head to her backside. He ran his fingers gently across it to the small of her back, her skin warm under his touch. She moved a little, and opened her eyes slowly. She smiled as she felt his chest underneath her cheek and she moved back to lie next to him, looking at him. He put an arm around as she did so. "Good morning," Pride said to her. "Good morning," she said softly, "Well...that was a memorable night." Pride smiled, "I can't think of anything that has given me that type of feeling before," he said stroking her arm. She smiled, it had worked. She had gotten the mighty Pride to bed, and what a victory. Here he was thinking it was his victory to have taken her, but it was her working away at him. It was her victory. The almighty Pride was hers now. "Well, I do suppose now I know who'll I'll give my support to," she said and leaned up to him, rubbing her naked body to his as she kissed him. She pulled away and whispered, inches from his face, "The Protectors will be at the Mall Rats side." Pride pulled her to him and kissed her passionately. It was what he had wanted to here yesterday, today he wanted to make love to her all day.