blue eyes and jazz and attitude...

▒ ღ —NEVER IN HER wildest dreams did Charlotte ever foreseen Augustine doing dishes with a smile on his face, but something about his mother seemed to put the male in his best behavior. However, she made no comment on it as she refilled their glasses–his mother was actually a joy to be around even though she’s a little oblivious on what’s going on with her son and Charlotte’s life. Without saying anything, she was about to go back to the terrace but her husband was quick to corner her against the refrigerator. Although she would have normally protested with his way of handling things and trying to intimidate her, she didn’t want to cause a ruckus today because just like him, she’s putting on her best behavior for her in-law. Word couldn’t get out about this whole marriage is nothing but a sham–it wouldn’t be good for the reputation of both their families and part of her didn’t want to see his mother disappointed, especially when she’s already asking when she would have grandchildren. Raising a brow at his compliment instead of saying a thank you, she retorted with a tilt of her head, “You really are a joy this morning, aren’t you?” Feeling his hand arm settling over her chest while leaning in so she could hear his breathing, the brunette tried not to react as she kept her face completely stoic. He smelled really nice today–a treacherous voice inside her head piped in as she inhaled his scent a little.

However, when he suddenly grabbed one of the glasses she had prepared, she let out a scowl of disapproval. “That’s my drink–” she began but he has already downed the entire glass, rolling her eyes instead as she leaned back against the refrigerator. Gods, he was really insufferable and for a second there, she thought he could be tolerable. It wasn’t even enough to get her buzzed.  When he finally stepped out of from her space and handed the glass filled with orange liquid that doesn’t have the barest hint of alcohol, she simply took it from him. “Didn’t notice–she’s been way too happy since she arrived if you ask me and that wouldn’t even constitute as an alcoholic drink. Have you even seen the amount of champagne I’ve placed in mine?” Still not happy on having her drink taken away from her, a pout almost appeared on her lips but she was able to quickly turn it into a frown. Making her way out of the kitchen, she stopped at the entrance for a moment to look back on her shoulder, a teasing glint in her eyes as she taunted, “Finish washing the dishes then you came come join us for some girl talk.”

        “Stop.” Augustine issued his command before Charlotte could flit away to the terrace. He was used to dissecting words as soon as they came out of people’s mouths for the sake of remaining the most clever man in any business meeting, so he couldn’t exactly turn that part of his brain off. They were far from being on the same page, but he would work to at the very least get them there. Locking eye contact with Charlotte from across the kitchen, Augustine debated walking up to her. He’d already forced himself into her space just moments before and his body was still reeling from that. He didn’t want to accidentally pop a boner right in front of his mama, so he settled for remaining at the sink and gripping the marble of the counter tightly to keep firm. 

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L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

“My office, my dungeon, restaurants, the beach ... I’m not picky. So long as I get to have a good time, I’m happy. Though, I’ve found myself taking more risks as of late, fucking girls in places where we’re likely to get caught. I love putting on shows.”

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

“A lot. Hearing a girl absolutely need me is a huge turn on, and I can be a patient man. I’ll do whatever it takes to make your body crave me like a drug, and I’ll wait however long I must to make that craving hurt.”

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

“Being perfectly blunt, my balls are huge. Every time I cum I do so until I’m drained, and that can take a while. My first load I usually consider the “pre cum”. Numbers three through five are where the fun starts, though anything more than seven in a row can cause my dick to hurt for the whole next day.”

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 

“With the right girl, I can be quite the gentle romantic. Most girls aren’t worth it, however. I don’t get to explore that side of myself very often.”

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

“Depends on how good the sex was. For me.”

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

“That’s a tough one, I’m quite the experimentalist. I guess ... being bound in any way. I’d never let a woman have that much control over me. Letting her call a few shots here and there when I’m in a more curious mood would be fine, but I think I’d have to draw the line at being restricted.” 

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Even though Elisia was still somewhat new in this type of job, she already earned herself a title of one of the best from all of the girls that served the clients in the lodges; other were jealous of her, naturally, but raven haired girl would do anything to serve her clients to the maximum, fulfill their desires and she also got a great amount of pleasure for serving them right; and the pay was better than she would ever hope for, especially with how much she worked. Although her new client was too drunk and tired to even make acquaintance with her, Elisia knew what she had to do – undressing the sleeping man, she joined him in bed naked, and had her lush lips wrapped around his cock; she didn’t sleep though the night as he kept on moving in his sleep, but it wasn’t the first time, or the last, she pulled an all-nighter for someone. But once he finally began to stir and wake up, her lips wrapped tighter around his thickness; and as she got pushed further down it, the girl didn’t resist. The taste of his piss caught her by surprise and at first she almost chocked at it but then willed her throat to relax instantly so she would swallow the warm liquid that came out fast; soft hand rested on his lower stomach as she grunted and moaned into his cock, trying not to make too much of a mess but with how much he obviously had to drink, he had a lot to let out so naturally Elisia didn’t catch every single drop but focused on not losing that feeling in her throat and savor as much as she could until he would be done.

The young brunette was amazed by the amount of somewhat warm welcome that the tribe gave to her. She expected the people, the warriors and their women to be cold towards her, to not enjoy the presence of a woman from another village. At least that is what she had heard about them from the travellers, that the tribe to which she had been sold was not at all a welcoming place. That whomever dared to cross into their territory was killed brutally, visviously.

And yet here she was. Being welcomed by cheering villagers, given the gifts of flowers, jewels and other pretty little things that the people brought for her. The brunette was wary though, she was not sure if she should relax slightly and accept the welcome or if an should stay alert, stay guarded in case something bad was to happen. She was on the enemy’s territory now and no matter how much her new husband would want for her to turn her back against her family - she could not do that just now.

Anna watched everything quietly, understanding only every other word that her husband spoke to his people. She bit on her lower lip when he grabbed her hand and lead her towards a horse, a poweful stallion that looked as if it was ready to pick whomever dared touch him that was not his master. Anna slowed down slightly, not at all eager to get too close to the dangerous animal but before she had a chance to do a thing she felt strong arms wrap around her slender waist and then she was hauled up into the air and then onto the horse’s back. She looked at the people as they cheered them on and then a moment later her new husband kicked the horse, making the stallion gallop towards the sunset.

Once they arrived at the cliffs, Anna stayed slightly behind, curiously watching the customs that he fullfilled now. She watched, fascination burning in her green eyes - She loved getting to know about New things, that’s why she knew so many different languages, that’s why she decided to travel across the lands to see how life worked. The only tribe she had never dared to go to was the one she was sold to now.

The brunette was snapped out of her thoughts as her husband now walked up to her. She was about to take a step away though before she even made a nice the man was in front of her. She felt his tongue on her skin, making her frownin confusion at why he would lickthe bloody mark off instead of washing it away with the water. The young woman watched the man, silent, meek and slightly scared of what was to follow next.

Turned out that her worries were justified. Anna gasped in surprise, not at all able to make a sound as the pain errupted in the side of her head. She lifted her hand as if to touch the spot, shocked, speechless about the fact that he dared to lift his hand on her. In her tribe it was the greatest sin against the goddess of family and fertility to do something like this. And yet here She was - being hurt, being damaged and broken by the very man whom was supposed to love and care for her.

“W-why?” Anna asked breathless, her green eyes blurry with tears that had began to stream down her cheeks after a few of the first punches and kicks. Now she knelt, barely able to keep away from the pain that wrapped around her body and yet the man continued. As he grabbed her by her hair, making her hiss quietly, the woman looked into his eyes. The brunette breathed heavily, blood that dropped from her split lip now staining the pretty white dress and she narrowed her eyes a little bit, weak, scared - terrified of her own husband. And in a moment like this, when his presence above her demanded nothing but submission she managed to utter the words that would seal her fate.

“I do.”

        There were things his bride would have to learn if she expected to survive among his people. Their ways and customs were set in stone and would never change, especially not for an outsider. Being the wife of a warrior was no walk in the park, but it came with its fair share of rewards too, once she earned them. Surviving tonight would be her first challenge. If she did, then it would be all on her to learn their ways or fail. Kade, not ever having experienced the slightest sensation of nurturing, would have little to do with her progress. His expectations were written into her body already, it was up to her to figure how she would meet them now.

Although adding such a beauty to his harem would please the patriarch greatly, Kade did want her to endure the ritual and come back to him as his wife. Any alternative would be disappointing, but he wouldn’t question the gods’ design. Anna didn’t have a say in the matter. If he wanted her as a wife, then he would set her on the path to becoming that. With her confirmation, Kade nodded to her once before pressing forward with the ritual unionizing.

He spun Anna around to face the rock, forced her chest parallel to the ground and hands flat against its surface, and craned her head back so she could look up at his blood seal and pay proper tribute to it as he took her for the first time. He tore her pretty white dress easily to shreds barely dangling on her body, exposing her entire backside to him. Kade approved, low grunts and whispered lewd curses in his tribal tongue accompanying the crashing waves below to fill the nighttime silence. The knapsack he toted then twisted in his hand, the blood of his last kill now leaking and dripping onto her back, covering her in the animal’s blood. His hands would glaze over her body, leaving prints and streaks in blood in almost an appreciative manner.

But the slightly gentle appreciation stopped when his large hands clamped down on her tiny waist to hold her in place when he kicked her legs apart. Having not relieved himself in a fortnight in preparation for his wedding per tradition, his massive cock had gotten incredibly hard from the moment he began beating his bride. Once he untied the front of his cloth pants to free his erection and tilted her rear up in the air just a little more Kade wasted no more time and mounted Anna for the first time, spearing merely half his length into her cunt and bottoming out already. She was forever robbed of her virtue.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

“Got three big ones: virgins, fear, and anal. I especially like the last one after spendin’ the night at a cunt’s place … give her a bit of a rude awakening, if ya catch my drift.” 

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

“Hungry. I expect—-no, demand a hot meal and a drink after. Don’t bitch and whine about how I hurtchya, just get off your ass and cook quickly before I get pissed.”

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

“Got piss-drunk one night and fucked a fag on accident one night. Wouldn’t do it again, but the kid did have a nice ass…”

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)