05-13-2009, 02:43 PM
Serenity blushed and cuddled in tightly next to her master, her heart full of happiness from the subconscious admittance. She tucked her head under his chin, her fresh smelling hair releasing a soothing scent as she lay with her master, hopefully for not the last night.
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Elva was all to willing to comply as they made sweet love and as their bodies intertwined and rubbed against each other, she was careful to cherish her mistress's body, as though she were servicing a goddess. She allowed Her mistress the lead in everything, but fully and vigorously complied, being far from prone or unresponsive. She still feared her mistress, but she loved her so much more.
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Grace complied and the kiss allowed her one moment of escape. She was not there, she was back in her home land, back in her time, kissing Hunter as husband and wife and not slave and master. She was making love to him and giving herself to him willingly and for the first time, and for a moment, his heart beat eclipsed that of her people an allowed he a moment of rest from being Grace the Angelo, and she became Grace, Hunter's wife. But this was all only for a moment, and then she felt the hot tear upon her cheek and like a searing hellfire, it brought her back to reality. She had never given herself to Hunter, he had taken her.
They were never husband and wife, they were master and slave. Grace's first time had been a series of horror after horror, not a wonderful night of passion and love. And the dying pulse of her peoples heart returned to her and reminded her that all she had imagined was only what could have been, but never would be.
Grace shed her own tears and embraced Hunter, the ultimate architect of the destruction of her people, her land, her virginity, and her life.
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Elva was all to willing to comply as they made sweet love and as their bodies intertwined and rubbed against each other, she was careful to cherish her mistress's body, as though she were servicing a goddess. She allowed Her mistress the lead in everything, but fully and vigorously complied, being far from prone or unresponsive. She still feared her mistress, but she loved her so much more.
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Grace complied and the kiss allowed her one moment of escape. She was not there, she was back in her home land, back in her time, kissing Hunter as husband and wife and not slave and master. She was making love to him and giving herself to him willingly and for the first time, and for a moment, his heart beat eclipsed that of her people an allowed he a moment of rest from being Grace the Angelo, and she became Grace, Hunter's wife. But this was all only for a moment, and then she felt the hot tear upon her cheek and like a searing hellfire, it brought her back to reality. She had never given herself to Hunter, he had taken her.
They were never husband and wife, they were master and slave. Grace's first time had been a series of horror after horror, not a wonderful night of passion and love. And the dying pulse of her peoples heart returned to her and reminded her that all she had imagined was only what could have been, but never would be.
Grace shed her own tears and embraced Hunter, the ultimate architect of the destruction of her people, her land, her virginity, and her life.
