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| − | == Of Princes and Maids ==
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| − | Spire...
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| − | The link between Whiteshield, a country mostly grounded, and Windia, a country in the clouds.
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| − | And it did show.
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| − | The Palace of Timeless Winters, a First Age building that serves as its political center, shows it very well. Its end consistently hidden above the clouds at the wake of winter, its many aerie-style ends at the end of its ‘branches’, the many balconies that may as well be a front door, its great halls and corridors making sure no one feels enclosed within. All shows how it was made with the winged in mind.
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| − | The feeling within it is solemn. It is old, grand, and everything within seems to have some sort of purpose. All engraved symbols part of some greater circuit, of some broken seal. A feeling of winter fills the place, a feeling of a rainy day, of memories, longing, of warmth before a fireplace.
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| − | And the warmth within Kanti's room... the prince had not been here too often. He was more used to calling her to his room... but he wished to see her, right now. To walk upon the solemn halls of the Palace, and remember as he walked on the halls of its former incarnation, for parties and suchlike. Drinking nostalgia, he knocks on the door to the Fire Aspect's room...
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| − | '''Kanti: ''' From within the room, there is the sound of someone moving with stealth and quiet, and the occasional chink of what Alex assumes must be glasses ... perhaps she has a vistor and they are sharing a drink?
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| − | That soon stops though, and the door opens to reveal a slightly flushed Kanti whose eyes widden slightly as they see Alexander there.
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| − | "My Prince, welcome. How may I serve you today?" She drops into a curtsey, head bowed.
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| − | '''Alexander: ''' The sound... that was strange. So many images passed through his mind. Her with someone there... who? A thousand faces flashed on his mind as he tried to imagine who was with Kanti, and her flushed face... but he smiled to her, happy to see her, anyway... "Good Afternoon, Kanti! How are you? I... I am not interrupting anything, am I?"
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| − | '''Kanti: ''' Kanti tilts her head to look back up at him, still holding the curtsey until he motions for her to rise.
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| − | ''I was just looking at ... ''<br>
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| − | ''I was just thinking of... ''<br>
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| − | ''I was just... ''
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| − | "I am well, my prince, thank you. I hope that you are well too?"
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| − | "No, my prince, you do not interupt." she reassures him.
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| − | '''Alexander: ''' ''How can you be so cute? '' He wonders as her motions for her to rise, still worried slightly... and curious. So very curious. White hair falls over his face as he tries to look into her room... he was dressed in a loose-fitting white-and-blue vest, full of abstract symbols as the colors mixed, something warm and comfortable. "May I come in, then? I want to talk to you..."
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| − | His hand touches her face as she begins to rise, a thumb on her cheeks... "Soon as you tell me what has you so flushed, my little red dragon." He liked Days' term for her. For one thing, it was so ''cute''! And for another, it was good to call someone 'little', even though he had no ground to!
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| − | '''Kanti: ''' Kanti begins to rise, unfolding from her curtsey with elegance and grace, the red kimono settling around her as she does.
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| − | "Of course, my Prince, you may always enter my rooms." She bows slightly, and would obviously step back to let him in, but for the hand on her cheek.
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| − | "I ..." she blushes a little redder "...will show you inside, my Prince. ... Please."
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| − | '''Alexander: ''' ''Curiouser and curiouser... ''
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| − | He lets go of her cheek, walking into his servant's room, taking sight of how she decorated it... stretching his wings a bit as he waits. And enjoying to look at her in the red kimono. It fit her well... very well. And it was so... nice, to look at a girl like he did Kanti without any fear. "Always? I will hold you to that..."
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| − | '''Kanti: ''' Kanti follows him into the room, shutting the door behind her, squirming a little at the look on his face as he looked at her, twisting herself minutely so the look pleased him more.
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| − | "It...it would not be proper, otherwise." Kanti says with a nod. Her room, as much as the rooms in the Palace can be, is rather spartan. There are a few flowers in a vase beside the bed, and the fans Days bought her are displayed, open on the wall. A small golden butterfly that reminds Alex of Fiona is also proped by the bed.
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| − | Kanti hesitates briefly, and then walks behind the changing screen.
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| − | "...May...may I change, my prince?" she asks, over the top of it.
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| − | '''Alexander: ''' He walked up to the butterfly, touching it... "This was Fiona's?" He asks, looking at her in the red kimono, up and down... "Yes. Yes, you may change. But I still want to know why you were flushed."
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| − | '''Kanti: ''' "Yes...yes it was, my Prince."
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| − | Kanti says with a smile over the top of the screen, swiftly undressing and then obviously putting something else on.
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| − | '''Alexander: ''' "So you two are talking again? She told me..." He smiles a bit to himself, leaving the golden butterfly alone, turning to watch the fire aspect's sillhouette through the screen, that body he was getting to know every inch of... and it was hard not to think lewd thoughts while seeing it... he was wishing to be more of a gentleman, but, but... she was so... ripe... "I came to talk to you... you, you knew Gennadi, right? People have been talking about ''Heaven''..."
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| − | '''Kanti: ''' "Yes, my prince. We..she..." Kanti smiles. "We talked and it is better now." She seems very pleased by the fact.
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| − | "I..yes, I knew Gennadi ...and Heaven..." she shivers alittle as she says the name, so many memories, good and bad and lustful and saintly
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| − | Kanti emerges looking almost like a maid. She has a white cap with a black bow on her head and a slight blush on her face. Her chest is covered in white cotton, large buttons both for visual effect and to be easy to undo, fabric strained slightly by her breasts. The dress itself is black of course, tied up the front to just below her breasts, rising up to give her large, puffed shoulders and short sleaves. The skirt is short too, riding up just alittle, forcing Kanti to take small careful steps or she would be flashing Alex, a small lace trimmed apron at the front. The ensemble is completed by elbow length gloves and thighhighs in black, trimmed with white lace and small black satin bows.
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| − | She curtseys and Alex can see a white flash between her legs.
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| − | "I...I was imagining you watching me in this, my Prince." she blushes deeply.
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| − | '''Alexander: ''' "Why did you not tell me that before? You said you had only traveled the worl..."
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| − | His words stopped on his lips, as she appeared, before him... dressed so... so... naughtly.
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| − | So... absolutely...<br>
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| − | ... naghty.
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| − | The prince's eyes widened. He took a deep breath, his cheeks turning the slightest tinge of red, as he drank on her sight... on those beautiful cotton-covered breasts, so clearly highlighted in her dress. On that skirt, so short, so... inviting. And the white flash... she was wearing the white lingerie... the white. White, innocent, whist being so naughty...
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| − | "Kanti...you look so... so... beautiful. So... delicious... so...so..."<br>
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| − | "...naghty." He says, breathily, voice coated in appreciation...
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| − | '''Kanti: ''' "Th..Thank you, my prince." She almost stammers out, knowing that she's flashing him as she curtsey's.
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| − | "How may a humble maid-servent serve her Prince today?" Her voice is filled with the naivette Alexander might expect from such a maid he came across in the corridoor in far more demure clothing, one quite new to the job. One that needs to be ... broken in.
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| − | '''Alexander: ''' oh, so many thoughts danced on the Prince's mind. But only one thing was clear.
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| − | She deserved to be... ''punished''... for being so naughty.
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| − | And so cute...and so he turns sterner, asking."Why did you not tell me of Heaven, then, Kanti? Why did you say it like you did?" Of course he coninued. It would be... as good a reason as any. As he said so, he beckoned for her to come closer... much, much closer. But not kneeling.
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| − | '''Kanti: ''' Kanti rises to her feet and then starts to walk toward the Prince, small careful steps so as not to flash him more than she has, though with the heels she is wearing, it is almost inevitable.
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| − | "I...I am sorry my Prince ... when we spoke of Creation...I..."
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| − | '''Alexander: ''' So beautiful. <br>
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| − | So cute.<br>
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| − | So innocent.<br>
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| − | So demure.
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| − | Such a perfect little maid.<br>
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| − | Such a naughty little maid.
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| − | Kanti could see in his eyes how much he enjoyed her behavior. Kanti could see in his eyes how much he enjoyed her dress. Kanti could see in his face the sorts of thoughts that raced in his mind... thoughts that left him flushed, his hands trembling slightly with anticipation... and then, when she came closer to him, he held her arm, pushing her down, accross his lap, his other hand holding her between her thighs, pushing her behind up, so fully revealed now...
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| − | "You lied to me, Kanti.... and for that, I am going to... punish you now. But you might receive a little ''less'' punishment if you tell me why... and do be a good girl about it..." In his tone, she could hear he was almost asking her to plead for him not to....
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| − | '''Kanti: ''' ''he's going to spank me ... I must have really upset him. ''<br>
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| − | ''he's going to spank me ... I must have really excited him. ''<br>
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| − | ''he's going to spank me! ''
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| − | As he lifts her ass up, Alex can feel the heat between her legs, and the dampness, Kanti lying across his lap and trembling just a little, the brief skirt and briefer panties offering almost no protection.
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| − | "Please my Prince...have mercy on me...I didn't...didn't mean to lie to you... please... please... don't spank me...don't..."
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| − | '''Alexander: ''' And she said it. The pleas rush a shiver down his spine. So good... and she was so damp, he felt as he touched her, played with her.... "I will have to. You have been naughty, you have lied to me, and even dressing in such a ''nice'' dress will not make me reconsider, little red dragon..." of course, the dress was most of the reason he was doing this...
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| − | .. and then it came. He let go of her... and then struck her behind. Again and again and again.... strong, firce slaps, intending to make her crimson behind an even deeper shade of red. He made her rock on his lap, and she could feel how happy that made him... he lowered his face to breath in her ear, whispering 'mine', even as he continued to slap her, watching for her reaction...
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| − | '''Kanti: ''' Kanti gasped with each strike of his hand, her body tensing and then relaxing with each slap, breath quicking somewhat, feeling him swelling beneath her.<br>
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| − | ''so bad. ''<br>
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| − | ''so naughty. ''<br>
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| − | ''so deserved. ''<br>
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| − | ''so wonderful. ''
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| − | "Please my ahhh prince, be ... kind to me ... let me ... make it ...up to you ... stop...stop ... I'll br good ... please ... let me .... make amends."
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| − | Kanti pleads, grinding her hips into his lap as he brings his hand down again and again.
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| − | '''Alexander: ''' He keeps her rocking, not stopping for her pleas, enjoying the way she moves, the way she pleads... and who is she? Is she Kanti? Is she the Maid? She... was not fully Kanti. And yet... she was played so well. She seemed so different, pure. So innocent, being punished by him like it was the first time.... "Oh?" He asks, as he stops, touching her and whispering in her ear... "How will you make amends? It better be good, otherwise..."
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| − | Another slap came, now right between her thighs. "... I might be even worse."
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| − | '''Kanti: ''' Kanti makes warm hungry noise as he touches her again, whispering in her ear, knowing that she was hotter there than before, knowing that he might punish her for that.
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| − | "Let..AHHHH!!!" she cries out has his hand hits her. "...let...let me kneel between your legs. Let me ... lick and ...suck your ... your..." she trails off as though she is too embarrassed to continue. "Please ...I'll ... make it good for you."
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| − | '''Alexander: ''' "Hmmmm." He says, amused. He was not himself, either. He had his own part to play. The master. It was an... interesting part. Very, very interesting... and one that came so naturally for him. Even the ruthlessness... "That sounds interesting... but it is a reward for you. To be able to make amends without pain... I need to know if you are a good girl. What was the sound, Kanti? That glass sound I heard before coming here? Remember, I will know if you lie... so do not try to." He gives her a faux slap, soft, making her remember what she would get if she lied...
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| − | '''Kanti: ''' "I ... I found some chains ..." She bites her lip. "They ... were made of glass ... I ... think Gennadi might have left them."
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| − | '''Alexander: ''' "I... see..." He smiles, kissing her ear, touching her, again... "But what made
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| − | them rattle? Were you playing with them? Imagining what it would be like if I used them in you? Were you pressing those chains against your thighs?" He almost giggles, feeling his hand so wet. "You were so flushed already... and seem to be so eager to please... my dirty, naughty, wanton little maid. Is that what you wanted?"
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| − | '''Kanti: ''' ''Dirty. ''
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| − | ''Naughty. ''
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| − | ''Wanton. ''
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| − | ''His. ''
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| − | " Yes....<br>
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| − | ..yes...<br>
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| − | ...yes...<br>
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| − | ....yes...!"
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| − | She whispers and writhes on his lap.
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| − | '''Alexander: ''' She was so perfect.
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| − | And he slaps her. Between her legs. Again and again... and stops, pushing her hair up, pushing her up to him, burying his face on her bust for a moment, on the white cotton. His face is aflame, loving that, his anima burning in the edges of his body... "That is... a very naughty image, Kanti. That you were thinking of me... using these chains. It makes me so happy. Go fetch the chains, then. And tell me what you dreamed. And I will let you make amends... and bring your fantasies to life."
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| − | He slapped her behind again, even as she is knelt over his lap...<br>
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| − | "You deserve it, my naughty, dark maid."
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| − | '''Kanti: ''' Kanti cries out with each slap, feeling her sex starting to burn, glad of the slight protection the panties afforded her. Then he lifted her up and she panted as he held her there, pressing her crotch to his, pressing to his hardness.
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| − | "Yes...yes, my prince...Thank..ooowww...you."
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| − | ''Dark. Naughty. Wanton. His. ''
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| − | She hurries over behind the screen, the back of her dress lifting with each step, showing Alexander his handiwork, the deep red shade she wore now.
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| − | She emerges a few moments later with the chains, clanking in her hands, the front of her skirt lifting with each step, showing Alexander his handiwork, the patch of dampness.
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| − | "H-here, my Prince."
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| − | '''Alexander: ''' He rested his hands on the bed, watching her, his wings twtching... she could see how his movements aroused him, made him press against his clothes, made him lose himself more and more to the act of the Master. Of being a master for her... and so, it was with almost disdain that he took his eyes from her skirt after that long time, and looked at the chains, smiling up at her.. "Tell me, then. What you wish. What you dreamed of. Tell me."
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| − | '''Kanti: ''' Kanti blushes red, almost as red as Alexander had left her behind, looking down at the chains and then back at him.
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| − | "You...you started...just with my hands...behind my back...your hands roamed everywhere...I couldn't stop you..." She shivers. "You pressed my head down to...to your .... you held it there...then..." She shifts slightly on her feet.
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| − | "You chained my elbows together...you said..it...it made it easier... then you started to ...undo me... pushing my dress back onto my shoulders ... exposing me..."
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| − | "You chained my ...ankles to my thighs....and...then you had...the idea...." She looks down at the floor.
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| − | '''Alexander: ''' It was more than the tale. It was the way she told it... blushing, so innocent recounting her naughtyness, so ashamed... that made him strain against his clothes, almost ripping them. It made him get up, snatching the glass chains from her hand... walking behind her, whispering. "That.... is a really great idea."
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| − | "Chained in glass... fits you. But pehaps, golden chains would fit more..." He said as he touched her, in so many places, fingers tracing her scars, feeling every part of her body, owning it. Then, he pushed her arms behind her back, chaining them together... soft, now. He reached his arm up, holding her hair and pushing her to her knees, picking the chain from her chained arms and chaining her ankles together with it, holding her in kneeling position. The way her elbows were together, it made her chest stick out so... "Something like this, I imagine..."
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| − | And then he went to one knee in front of her, pushing her close, knelt as she is, and unbuttoning her shirt... and pushing her dress down, harshly, as much as he could without conflicting with her bound arms, so harshly he almost ripped part of it. He buried his face on her bare breasts, his breath hot, burning.... "Yes... yes, Kanti. Those are great fantasies. I love them, little red dragon. I love you."
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| − | '''Kanti: ''' Kanti twitched, resisting the urge to turn as he walked behind her, leaning into him as he molested her, squirming a little as she feels the cold glass tightening around her wrists and elbows, holding them together, then pushed to her knees, further bound.
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| − | "...yes...my prince...." she confirms, and then he kneels, pushing the dress down, barring her chest and she lets out a soft little noise, knowing that between the chains holding her and the way the dress is, she looks ''more'' obscene, more wanton than had she just been chained. She left out a little moan as he kissed and rubbed her breasts.
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| − | "Thank...thank you ...my prince...I love you. I...let me show you, please..."
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| − | '''Alexander: ''' So obscene. So submissive. And he... he was the master. He loved her, in that way. She was his servant, his bird. And he got up, kissing her, sitting on the bed, with her between his legs... "Come, then. Beg for forgiveness in that way you do so well." He smiled down on her, caressing her hair now... in that way she knew he could hold her fiercely, painfully, at any moment...
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| − | '''Kanti: ''' ''he uses me so well''
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| − | "Thank you, my prince." Kanti breathes out, her voice hot on his crotch.
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| − | She bows her head, pulling his pants open with her lips and tongue, setting him free before slowly she swallows him all the way down, her lips articulating her pleas as her tongue makes a case for clemancy, moving up and down as she pleads before pulling off him totally, kissing his head, tongue flicking around it, asking for mercy in a different way
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| − | '''Alexander: ''' "So good, Kanti... so... very good." As always... but now there was this extra... spice.
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| − | "I might just consider forgiving you now. You make a very good plea..."
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| − | The door opens.
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| − | With a heavy sound, as a priestess, immaculate in her robes... in a way, like Kanti’s wailing robes, only proper, very very proper. Her face is urgent, hair dark like the night, skin like ice prisms... she comes in speaking, before she even finishes opening the door, her tone grave, worried, "Is there anything wrong here? I heard some...."
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| − | ... and then she falls silent.
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| − | And for a long, awkward moment, her eyes lock into Alex's.
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| − | Slowly, very slowly, her eyes move down... taking the scene... looking at the Prince... his wings... his manhood, soaring in the air... its tip Kanti's lips. Looking down, at the glass chains... stradling her behind... her inflamed, hurt behind, and of course she knew what had been done to Kanti....
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| − | Slowly, the woman's face begun to turn red... and redder...
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| − | And she did not move. She did not even breathe.<br>
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| − | And neither did the Prince.
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| − | To tell the truth, the first thing she really noticed was Alexander, whom she had never really seen from up close. No words could have described his beauty. None. He was like a God... no. More beautiful than Gods she had seen. Like a Faerie... but not wrong, but oh so right. Looking down... his... manhood... how could such a boy have something so... and then... Kanti. Such a costume. So... so.. kinky. And elaborate. And beautiful. On her body, so exotic with those... scars. In glass chains. And doing...
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| − | '''Kanti: ''' Kanti freezes, her face flushed.<br>
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| − | Who is it?<br>
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| − | Who is behind me?<br>
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| − | Why is he not speaking?<br>
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| − | She kisses him again, a suggestive kiss for the benefit of the watcher, and then is still.<br>
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| − | Waiting.
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| − | '''Alexander: ''' The priestess' eyes open up to the size of saucers... looking at... it all.
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| − | The Prince looks back at her... and then, looking at her, Kanti kisses....<br>
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| − | ... and that is all needed to set him off, and she sees him... covering Kanti...
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| − | ''"Eeeeeek!" '' The priestess says, and Kanti hears the female voice... like she has heard many times before. Ashamed. Lustful. Surprised. About to run off... as she does. "Sorrysorrysorrysorrysorry..." She stammers out then, banging the door closed....
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| − | ... leaving Alex to look down on Kanti, panting, pushing her down on him again. "That was a beautiful maid..." she remembers how much he had enjoyed gloating to her about the Dark Angel... so Kanti knew he enjoyed it. To be seen like that, for the girl to see the proof of his dominance... could see it in his eyes, as he pushed her back on him, to clean his fulfillment. And she could see he enjoyed it was that maid... "Face like ice... ever seen one like that before...?"
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| − | '''Kanti: ''' Kanti nods as he holds her there, tongue still working slowly, cleaning and teasing around the base as he liked, then lifting up and down, up and down, pushing into and out of her.
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| − | Then he tensed and exhaled, and she started to swallow it, carefully licking him clean as he finished, rocking back a little then smiling up at him.
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| − | "Am I forgiven, my prince?"
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| − | The answer is yes, of course.
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