#demetera

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SMUT ALERT: LEOPOLD MASOCH PATENTED SMUT AS FAR AS THE EYES CAN SEE (Aw, uncle Leopold Masoch to whom, it is said, was the one who "invented" this such beautiful thing that's masculine submission. May the gods have him forever in their endless glory. Amen) * * * (Continuing...)          Obediently putting his arms up Balem sighed under a breath, looking Demetera right in her face:          - What are you intending to do with me, my sovereign?          - Soon you'll see - and talking like this Demetera wrapped the golden silk stripe around his wrists, over his bracelets, tying them together to then in sequence to tie them to the pillar, immobilizing Balem who stood on his knees before her, his arms forming an angle around his head, to which he lowered, panting, rising just his eyes to see her, the sexual tension inside him clearly hitting a critical level without that Balem tried to hide it. And giving a step back, Demetera just as if like proud of it contemplated her work, with a wicked grin on her face, as she whispered under a breath, with her voice full of pleasure - The sovereign of the most powerful House from whole Universe, on his knees, tied to a bed pillar is a sight that's, to tell the less... tempting, Balem.          - Tempting the most I believe that are your intentions, my beautiful Demetera - he said with a harsh voice while still looking at her with low face, his features incredibly tense and, giving a step forward again, Demetera giggled, as she placed the tip of her shoe on the edge of the bed ahead her and behind him, this way placing her thigh in display, and it came to sight, magnificent, from the long crack of her dress, straight towards Balem, who panted, narrowing his eyes even more as he nervously passed his tongue between his lips to wet them.          - Actually you can't not even imagine what are my intentions, my adored husband.          Suddenly fighting against the silk stripe that was tying  him, Balem strained himself to try to reach her thigh with his lips, what he only managed to do quite in a glimpse, as Demetera smiled, in a single movement holding with both hands to the pillar ahead and this way she climbed up the bed, getting hanged over Balem, stretching herself to reach another silk stripe that was the most ahead tying another cascade of fabric. And Demetera started to untie it as, reaching her free leg ahead of him, in ecstasy Balem started to kiss and lick at her ankle and the chest of her foot until Demetera with a small jump to came back to the floor before him, who was by now already feeling his arousal almost to ache tightened as it was inside his tight leather pants, and Balem moaned:          - Allow me to touch you, Demetera,  just a little. I beseech you. Concede me this.          Slightly slapping with the silk stripe doubled in two against his face, more like a jest than like a punishment, Demetera told him, with authoritative voice:          - Call me my title, my  obedient servant. And then maybe I'll concede  you this grace you plead me.          Closing momentarily his lips  through which he'd been breathing, Balem gulped the saliva he had in his mouth before to blink his trembling eyes and to slightly rise his face into Demetera's way to tell her quite pausingly:          - My adored and divine sovereign Demetera Abrasax, absolute inheritor of the elder son of the House of Abrasax - and once again he closed his mouth for an instant, lowering his face and blinking his eyes as he took a deep breath before to carry on - I plead you the grace of touching you intimately with my lips - and he descended his glance through her body, his tense musculature rippling before her as if he was himself an alive sketch of Michelangelo in front of her, each muscle of him beautifully detached under his quite white skin, his diaphragm stretching out and contracting in at each breathing and exhalation. And proud of the intense physical beauty of her man before her Demetera said, in a wicked way:          - And what if if not even this way I allow you to?          Closing his eyes and pulling down his tied hands, with a guttural roar Balem lowered his face an instant, answering after a second with harsh voice and low eyes:          - I would be thrown at your feet to kiss them until you deign yourself to allow me, my sovereign, if it wasn't for these restraints, you well know.          - Yes, I well know - and grabbing him by his hair, Demetera placed herself right in front of Balem, teasingly sliding the silk stripe by his lips, diving her deep glance inside the deepest of his motley green eyes that were looking at her in adoration, there, right above him. And once again placing her foot on the bed, this time closer to him, Demetera offered him the glimpse of her sex before his face as she lifted up slowly the crack of her dress, holding it aside, as Balem licked at his own lips tensely - And that's because of this I give you the permission, Balem. More than that, I COMMAND you to touch me.          And listening to it, in a sweet despair and agony Balem inclined his face into her way, hiding his face on her crotch and readily closing between his lips to her most sensitive spot, making her to arch sweetly under his skilled touch, sucking on it with impetus until to left it with a pop of his lips and a grunting. And before to take her between his warm lips again Balem said under a breath:          - I am grateful to you, my sovereign. Queen of Orous.          And as he touched at her once, savoring to her taste that for him it was of a unnamable delight, tasting it with his tongue to which he slid along of her folds making her to pant as himself was panting in pleasure, Balem was burning in desires of being able to dive for whole inside her, such desire that only grew as without no warning Demetera just slapped on his arm with the silk stripe as if it was a whip, making to the fingers of his both hands to clasp, what she witnessed with pleasure, as a moaning made its way out of his lips. And at each hit he received, Balem with a bigger desire performed the function he was exerting, his warm and heavy breathing between Demetera's thighs, his trembling and experienced lips making her to abandon herself to moan out loud now as she grabbed at his hair.          And when she felt aroused to the point of desiring him inside her  more than anything in the whole universe, Demetera just left him, pulling her leg off from the bed and, heavily panting she observed him at her feet while he was slightly pulling the restraints at his wrists as he was inclining himself forward tensely licking at his own lips. And  making the stripe this time to slap on the side on exposure of Balem's body, and seeing him to tremble in pleasure, Demetera asked him:          - Do you like this, isn't?          - Each hit of yours only inflames my desire for you even more, Demetera. Each hit only makes me impossibly the most hard than before - and he took a pause, breathing superficially before to add - If it is your desire, my queen, hit me more.          Biting her lip Demetera did then the stripe to slap against his chest, Balem retorting over himself with a loud groaning, panting and opening his mouth into her way, showing his teeth as if he was wanting to bite her.          - Did your mother used to punish you, Balem?          A weird glimpse showed in his eyes as Balem sluggishly blinked them, his hands retorting slightly in the firm restraints, the sweat perspiring in his temples through the hair shaved quite short there; and his voice came out in a harsh voice and quite low as he said:          - When I used to demonstrate weakness, yes. She raised me to be strong.          - And did you become a strong man? - and she gave him one more little whiplash, as he tilted his head back, closing his eyes for a moment, biting his lip with such strength that Demetera thought that it would bleed; and he whispered:          - Not stronger than you, my queen.          - Crouch down - Demetera commanded, and Balem opened his eyes, difficultly raising a leg after another to get to obey her, but the high his arms were tied impeded him to lower more. Demetera then helped him, with both hands harshly doing the restraints to go down some centimeters along the pillar, Balem taking in advantage that sudden proximity to breath in  the sweet scent of her breasts against his face. And taking notice of that, Demetera all of a sudden rubbed them on his face who, grunting, closed his eyes feeling an intense pleasure and sexual tension, and she murmured - Your mother educated you well - and leading both hands to his pants as Demetera lowered herself over him, she finally freed his arousal from there, his length springing out and hitting her wrist, and Demetera giggled, turning her eyes into her husband's face again as he was looking at her seriously, with narrowed eyes and half opened lips, panting against her face with a expression in his that would surely fright any other woman in the universe. But Demetera wasn't any other woman. And cupping his face she kissed him in an intense way, feeling to almost ache the center of her body that was pulsating with desire for him, and knowing the same was happening to himself. And lifting up her wide dress slowly Demetera passed her thighs over his, the slippery leather of his pants sliding in a sexy way against her inner thighs, and taking his manhood with both hands Demetera guided him inside her and, as he felt finally wrapped by her so warm and wet entrails Balem grunted just like an animal, closing his eyes for a while, as he moaned:          - Demetera, Demetera...          And she went down over Balem until to make him to push her womb up, as the woman moaned deliciously, taking an instant to breath while tightening him into herself. And restarting to move Demetera struck a slap on his face, making Balem to moan out loud now, as he opened his eyes, devouring her with them, and she commanded:          - "Sovereign"!          - Yes - and as a wolf Balem descended hungry over her breasts, biting them as he could having not the help of his hands to do such, and sliding his tongue along the valley between them Balem moaned - Slap me, my sovereign. I'll get even harder for you. Slap me - and he raised his face, just like if offering it to her, who not delaying a second hit him with a huge pleasure with a soundy slap, which made Balem to rave.          It could seem to be impossible for him to reach the prowess of getting the most stiff than he already was, but Demetera's slaps seemed to have such power, and each time he  desperately lifted up his hips between crazy snarling to thrust into her, his manhood seemed to be really harder than at the previous time, and Balem was moaning so loud by now that Demetera was thinking that the whole palace would be able to listen, to what she quite pleased smiled, as he was then biting at her shoulder over her dress, almost tearing it off from her with his teeth while in despair he was making love with her just like if it was the last time they would have the opportunity to do such. And when raising her both arms in a sweet agony and holding herself to the restraints that were tying  his wrists to the cold stone pillar, Demetera stretched herself up, letting him to bury his face between her breasts that at this time Balem had already did to hop out from her low neck, Demetera felt her whole body to tremble in pleasure and sighed a numberless times to his name, while sliding a hand along his shaved face, holding him by an earlobe. And soon, stimulated by the waves of pleasure in her body Balem came as well, grunting out loud Demetera's name also infinite times before to crumble over the chest of the feet of his high boots, stomping his knees on the polished floor, panting heavily, the pain he was feeling at the musculature of his thighs just doesn't being bigger than the relaxing feeling that flooded his body as he flew into hers. And delicately lowering her face, Demetera kissed Balem, who received on his to her lips passionately, their bodies still  connected and united without that no one of them wanted to be apart again.          And her husband's kiss, in which Demetera could still to recognize a light touch of the aroma and taste of the savory berries that herself had served into his lips about a half hour ago, although he was seen and taken as cruel for a whole university of planets and kinds, as insensible, as inhumane, his kiss was, at least for her, of a so explicitly obvious love. And Demetera retributed it in the same intensity, both like talking to each other through that kiss to the words they never used to say cause they seemed restricted to people like them. It was, actually, so hard to be the wife of a tyrant, of a feared man, of a hated man, but, for Demetera, he was just the man she loved, and the man to whom, although he would never say that verbally, she knew, because his kiss used to tell her that, desperately loved her too, more than anything in this whole universe, although it practically belonged to him. He loved her because, in the truth, even owning an empire, what the owned of the most valuable it was Demetera; he loved her because she was the only one person in this  whole universe that was able to own him, the only one person who didn't fear him and who knew and comprehended him as he really was. And she was the only one person able to love him back, the only one person who owned a bigger strength than his own, what made him to respect her and, to Balem, respect it was a kind of  veneration, and veneration, the only one kind of love that it was possible in his deep and complex soul. * * ***************************** * MY CONFESSION TO PRIOR PHILIP: Beloved prior, today I'll try to be plain and concise, things to which I actually rarely am: I won't lose my time asking forgiveness for a thing to which I know that in five minutes I'll be doing again if I have the chance, so, excuse me cause I'm going to the altar to pray for Lord Balem. Hein? To do it for Lady Seraphi too? No, no, prior, thanks, but I'm unfortunately confessedly an heterosexual. It won't work for me to pray on Lady Seraphi. Pray yourself on her, if you think she's needy for prayer. AMEN LORD BALEM!

“Hello, Katniss.” She stands and kisses me on the cheek as if nothing has occurred since out last meeting, the night before the Quarter Quell. “Well, it looks like we’ve got another big, big, big day ahead of us. So why don’t you start your prep and I’ll just pop over and check on the arrangements.”

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