0 comments/ 22672 views/ 0 favorites Whistle While You Work By: GrnEyedLucky The day I met him, I knew that something was bound to happen. I had just started a job at the local toy store, working my way through college, he had been working there for a while when I started. He was typically like almost all my other boyfriends but there seemed to be something different about him, he was adorably cute but yet seemed dangerous at the same time. It's always funny how you know you've been in a store before but once you start working there you can't seem to remember ever shopping there. It's the same with people I guess, I knew I'd seen him somewhere before but I had never placed his face with this job. I had mixed feelings about the job from the start, I hated retail but this store was a whole lot better than the one I had worked at before. I first only saw him in passing, we worked in different ends of the store. He was in charge of the video games and I worked in the creative toys section, management had thought it a good idea since I was going for an art degree in school, though I have no idea why they thought it would make a difference. Our first official meeting came merely by accident. He was heading to the back to get stock and I was coming around the corner of my area only to run right into him. When he placed his hands out in front of himself he caught my arms to steady me and partly him. I felt twinges of heat go down my arms when he touched me, all I could do was stare into his deeply beautiful eyes. He smiled at me and asked if I was okay, I replied with a yes and prepared myself to just walk onward past him, but he simply stood there. I looked at him fully, drinking in his image. Nervously I pushed my reddish hair behind my ears, his eyes followed my hands. Finally breaking the silence I introduced myself to him. 'Hi, I'm Hannah.' I extended my hand to him, he took it and held onto it, his fingers rubbing slightly on the inside of my wrist. 'I'm Nathan.' That was all he said, but its not like I was really paying attention. His fingers caused shivers of lust to ride along the nerves of my fingers and hands. Fluttery lids enclosed my green eyes as I looked at him, his hand was still on mine. When I raised an eyebrow at him, he let my hand go, slightly blushing as if he hadn't meant to hold it so long. I had been in the middle of doing something so I told him I would talk to him later, not really knowing if I actually meant it. As I walked away I could feel his eyes on me, watching the movement in my hips as I walked. I could feel myself grinning slightly as I first considered that this job might be dangerous. After the first encounter with him I began to wonder more about him, but as I said we worked at different ends of the store and because of my school schedule I had odd shifts so I barely ever saw him and he was always either busy or talking to someone else. This way of life went on for a while. I would walk home at night wondering where he lived, if he was involved with anyone and imagining what it would be like to be with him. Some nights were filled with erotic dreams while others were just filled with images. I began to notice that I really was not acting like myself. Since the move from home to go to college I had acted more reserved than I would have normally. I knew it had nothing to do with the move because I was always more comfortable in places I didn't know than the house I had lived in for fifteen years. But I did realize that if I had been at home this guy would have already been crawling on his knees to be a part of my life. Deep inside I knew that this would probably not happen, he wasn't like most guys I dated, and he was different. I would crawl for him if it came to that. I didn't have a car so it was very lucky that I was in walking distance from work, school and a local bar. On my one night off a week, the one night I didn't work or go to school, I decided I would let myself loose. I wore my usual bar outfit of a tank top with a skirt and setting it off was my knee length boots, showing enough skin to catch interest but covering enough to grab intrigue. Almost all my inked oddities were visible and the strains of my nipples pierced with small hoops were ghost-like under my tank top. My hair was upswept and my ears glittered from the several piercing they held. Looking this way I knew that even if I couldn't get Nathan out of my head I would at least find someone to fantasize with. Stepping into the intoxicating atmosphere of smoke, alcohol and sweat, I somehow felt more at home. Striding up to the bar I felt a pair of eyes on me, but dismissed them. Ordering my drink I went over to sit on an over-stuffed couch that sat near a far wall. Sitting down I propped my foot up on the edge of the couch, letting the fabric of my skirt slide up my thigh and letting my dragon free of his cage. I could feel eyes on me again a twinge of heat traveled up my leg as I imagined they were his, his dark eyes roaming my inner thigh. Nervously I tucked a piece of fallen hair behind my ear, letting the music filter through my skin. I hadn't realized that I had closed my eyes until I felt a hand on my bent knee. My eyes met Nathan's so quickly I felt I was dreaming. In a moment he sat down beside me, with his hand familiarly touching my knee. I could feel his skin burn against mine, he was talking to me and if I hadn't been concentrating on his mouth so much I probably never would have noticed he was talking. His eyes were burning into mine, filling me with a languid warmth that caused wetness to form between my thighs. I silently prayed he wouldn't notice, but all prayers were lost when he pulled me to sit sideways on the couch to face him. I still sat with one leg bent in the air while the other dangled dangerously close to his. We began talking in a normal-type conversation until I noticed that his eyes had barely left the dragon that graced my inner thigh with its head hid neatly underneath my skirt. I shifted strategically so that my skirt slid up higher and more of the dragons red neck was exposed. When I saw Nathan's tongue slide across his lips I felt a jolt that hit me where it hurt the worst. I was painfully wet and nearly jumped out of my skin when I felt Nathan place his fingertips on my pet, lightly tracing its outline. Uncontrollably I slid closer to him, causing my legs to part somewhat and my skirt to lift softly up my thigh. As his fingers got closer to pet the dragons head, my fingers gripped the couch. Teasingly he stopped right before its head, merely inches away from the dragons cavern. As he stilled his fingers and looked into my eyes I felt like teasing myself. Never breaking eye contact I enclosed both of his legs with my thighs as I straddled his lap. I knew I wouldn't cause discomfort since I didn't weigh much so I leaned into him. I captured my mouth with his in a kiss hot enough to burn. Our tongues flashed together, his hands ran the length of my back and stopped to grip my thighs. He pulled me closer to him, letting my warm wetness radiate through my panties and onto him. I could feel his excitement through his jeans and all I wanted to do was have it fill me completely. We still kissed deeply and as I felt his hands slide up my thighs under my skirt I pulled back, remembering that we were in public. I kissed his lips softly, teasing his lower lip with my tongue. My hands were twined around his neck as I looked around the bar. I realized we must have been talking for a longer time than I had thought because there were only about a handful of people left in the place. Looking back at him I grinned and raised an eyebrow. His smile back at me was sexy enough to warm my body. I knew that I was lubricated enough for him to take me that instant but I wanted to tantalize him. Still straddling his lap I used my skirt as cover to unzip his fly. I put my thumb in my mouth, wetting it and biting on it a little. When my other hand felt the first feel of his erection I silently thanked the man that put the hole in men's boxer shorts. I kissed Nathan again, deeply and slowly. I felt him moan against my mouth as my hand with the wet thumb grasped the head of his member, my moist digit rubbing light pressure on the tip. His sound of pleasure only mounted on my pleasure. His hips rose slightly to meet the pressure I held on him, they followed the motion of my hands. I felt him thicken under my touch and as our mouths danced I sensed his hand moving the elastic of my panties to the side, giving him full access to my dripping center. It was my turn to moan into his mouth at the sensation of him fingering my engorged clit sweetly. I could feel him spreading my juices over my thighs with small force as his fingertips dug into my thigh as I raised my hips. I guided him inside of me with one hand while my other hand was still at the back of his neck, bringing his lips closer to mine. His hands engrossed my thighs as he began to pump my body up and down on his member. I felt like crying and it was wonderful. Our moans and grunts mingled inside of each other's mouth. I vaguely remembered that I was thankful that we were in the corner, but I don't think I even cared at this point. I could feel him stretch my insides as I forced myself sweetly on him, our bodies rocked. My body was floating, filling with warmth that I had truly never felt before. I could sense my vaginal walls quivering as I worked myself on him. Nearing my plateau of pleasure I had to lean my head back in ecstasy. His lips worked their magic on the column of my throat. I felt like moaning out loud but I kept it in, but as I felt my climax swell I grabbed his mouth to mine, consuming it. His mouth mated with mine until my shaking body calmed, his hips continued to gyrate. I could sense he was nearer to release, so I reached down to glide my fingertips on his throbbing member each time it withdrew from me. He moaned louder into my mouth at this action, my fingers found his testicular sac and I squeezed them softly. At this he nearly shouted in my mouth as he released warmly into me. My back arched with the feeling of it. The music in the room seemed to fade into oblivion. I kissed him softly as I dislodged his erection from me, still sitting on his lap. He stared into my eyes, their depths drowning me. We situated our clothing and rose to leave. He held my hand sweetly as we left. Walking out in the night air, a slight breeze caressed my already sensitive skin. We stopped in front of the store. I looked at him questioningly, he simply grinned at me as he kissed my tender lips sucking on them before releasing me. The store was closed but somehow it didn't surprise me that he had keys. He pulled me inside and devoured my mouth before the doors could shut. Kissing in the vast darkness was strangely eerie but erotic at the same time. He flipped a switch but it wasn't the front lights. Somewhere in the back I saw a pale light, I knew that he had only turned on the display case lights so we would be able to see. He moved me closer to him, kissing my neck, a feeling I don't think I could ever get tired of. He raised my arms above my head to drag my shirt up. Exposing my bare breasts to him for the first time, the swung with a natural weight and their peaks stood proudly out. He seemed transfixed with the small hoops that hung from them, taking them between his fingers and slightly tugging on them. I sighed with the feeling of it. He bent his head to take one of them into his mouth, my knees threatened to fold under me. He held me steady with his hands on my lower back. He knelt to undo my skirt and he kissed my navel as he slid my panties down my thighs. My body quivered and my nipples became harder than before. My name whispered across his lips and my body became warmer and wetter. As he rose to stand before me again I kissed him and as my lips met his my hands traveled down his chest until they rested on the ends of his shirt. I pulled it up towards the ceiling, seeing the planes of his chest made me bite my lower lip in anticipation. My hands felt glued at the front of his pants, fingertips lightly tracing the band of it, making him shiver slightly. I undid the button to his fly and let his jeans slide past his hips and to his feet, he kicked them out of the way in stride, making me laugh softly at his eagerness. He stood before me clad only in boxers and I stood in front of him beautifully nude. His hands roamed my body in exploration, causing small sighs from certain areas that he touched. I finally knelt before him to remove his last article of clothing. Letting them glide down his legs I saw fully his erection for the first time. It was beautiful. I took it in my hands, its shape becoming more familiar. He groaned and thrust his hips slightly forward. My mouth hungered to taste it. Leaning forward to lightly lick the tip he moaned. I inwardly grinned at myself. I could feel him grow and thicken at each touch of my velvet tongue. As I continued to love him he finally had to stop me, I looked into his eyes and knew he wanted more. I stood before him once again. He gently cradled my head in his hands to kiss me. I looked around at our surroundings, we had ended up in the aisle that had children's furniture, beanbags and body pillows. I looked back at him, wondering if he had planned it this way, his sly grin was the only answer I got but it was all I needed. I grinned back at him and closed my eyes as he lovingly kissed my neck, his fingers held at my bare hips. I could feel the heat of his fingers on my skin, my body cried out for it. When he placed my clit between his fingers my legs quivered and I gripped his arms tighter. His lips were still at my neck and my head was lent back in pleasure. He let my hair fall loosely down my back and he ran his hands through it, bringing our lips together. The kiss deepened as he leaned me against the shelves, one of his hands ran down the length of my thigh, lifting it. My knee was bent and I felt the coldness of metal against my skin as he leaned further into me. My thighs burned and were wet with anticipated sweat and partly my own juices, my eyes fell into his and I simply whispered, 'please'. I felt his hands tighten on my thigh as he rammed into me, strong and steady. I cried out his name and a euphoric wave hit me. My arms wrapped around his neck as his biceps strained more to lift me up higher, getting deeper in me. His strokes were sturdy and very sure as he slammed up into me. Our moans mingled in with sweat into the vastness of the empty building. His arms quivered as he lay us down, never dislodging from me. Laying among a pile of beanbags his strokes sent me sliding at times and we both couldn't help but laugh softly. I could feel the familiar heat rising from my toes and gyrating up to my hips. My cavern walls quivered as my body was let go into the freedom of bliss. Crying out for him I could feel my juices drip on him as he continued to thrust into me. I locked my ankles around his waist, keeping him deep in me as his strokes got harder and more persistent. I could feel his member swell to the point of release inside of me. I reached my arms behind me, to find an anchor. Holding on to the shelves behind me I begged him to practically fuck me harder. His final slam hit home and I cried out in orgasmic bliss again, this spurned him over the edge as he released into me. This last thrust was powerful enough to shake the tall shelves and I heard a couple toys fall in the next aisle over. Immediately after our shared release the air was filled with that mechanical music that comes from toys. It began to sing 'Hi-Ho' from Snow White, we both began to laugh. We lay there curled up in each other's warmth for a long period afterwards. When he finally looked at the time we got dressed. After walking outside and he locked the doors we stood at them and kissed. Our tongues gliding over and under in our mouths. I left him then to walk the few blocks to my apartment, smiling inwardly the whole way. That night I slept more peacefully than I had in a long time. When I arrived at work the next day I walked in on my boss scolding the girl that was in charge of the furniture area and kept asking why it was a mess. Feeling slightly bad I made my way to the back to clock in. As I passed the now infamous, for me any way, toy aisle, I saw a child playing with one of the Snow White toys. As it began to sing I grinned widely and felt a rush of wetness hit me between the thighs. I heard his voice close to my ear, 'You know, that movies ruined for me from now on...' Turning to him, I kissed his lips and couldn't help but say, 'Well, I'll refrain myself from whistling while I work.' He laughed at this and we walked towards the back hand-in-hand. Whistle While You Work A story for My girl on the beginning of O/our 3rd year. He strode into the room from His morning training ... looked around for His girl. Not seeing her He walked into the bathing room and slowly began to peel the fighting skins off ... she entered the room silently, the only way He knew she was there was the small catch in her breath as she saw His back muscles gathered while He stripped the tunic over His head. He smiled to Himself, knowing the effect His body had on her. She crept closer, an impish grin on her face, unaware that He had sensed her and was waiting for her with all His senses tingling... as she suddenly rushed to push Him into the bathing pool He turned quickly as a cat and steered her into the pool in a giant splash. As she rose out of the water, spluttering and surprised she saw Him standing over her on the side of the pool ... a joyous smile on His face and laughs racking His body. She blushed that she had been caught but soon joined Him in His mirth. His hand reached down to help her out of the pool and He lifted her with one arm to stand in front of Him, His eyes searching her frame, as always pleased with the vision of His girl. Her head dipping in embarrassment of His frank gaze and then peering up at Him through her long lashes. "You're beautiful My fire. You take My breath; help Master out of these skins girl." He sat on a lounge near the water and watched as she unlaced His moccasins and then drew the skins from His legs ... she kissed His flesh everywhere He was exposed and moaned slightly at the taste. Her mouth was like a touch of flame coursing over His body, her lips exquisite agony as they lingered over scars and hot points. His hands slid down His thighs and cupped her face, lifting her eyes to His. He could see the need in her eyes, the hunger. He shivered at the depth of it; His girl was as voracious as He ... their unions were wild, untamed, feral acts that often left them both drained and limp. Her eyes looked back at Him beseechingly ... a soft murmur from her lips told Him she was ready. "How, may I serve you Master?" His hands slid further up her hair and coiled in the curls as He pressed her face into His manhood. He heard her breathe deeply and then her tongue lashed across His maleness. It had begun. Her mouth opened and slid slowly and tantalizingly down the length of Him, her tongue snaking over the flesh, her teeth gently raking the length. His hands pulled her face tight into His groin and she whimpered as the head of Him slid into her gullet. His hips began a slow rocking motion, matching the way her mouth savored every detail of Him. Her mouth filling with spittle and precum and drooling into His lap, yet she continued to feast avidly on His meat. "Such a good little girl you are fire, a hungry slut, so hungry." She moaned at His words and one hand slid down her belly to caress her heat... spreading the lips and smearing her juices all over herself. As she fondled herself, she would lurch forward when she hit a particularly sensitive spot and gobble Him further into her throat. She knew that for Him the sight of her thrashing on His cock was maddening and she could almost sense the moment His mad eyes shifted from hazel to blue. His cock swelling in her throat signaled her to furiously attack Him with her avid mouth. He growled as she dove farther into Him ... His hips involuntarily forcing Him deeper into her throat, His hands yanking down on her hair, her face turning red as she tried to breathe around Him, but refusing to back off. Finally, He yanked her head off Him with a groan. She was not going to control this, His eyes were dark flashing blue, His muscles straining as He shuddered back into control of Himself. Her lips were still pursed... sucking the air... her head fighting against His hands trying to recapture Him in her mouth. He threw her to the floor in front of Him ... reaching down He stripped her sodden silks from her and grabbed her by the hair. She screamed as He dragged her across the floor, the pain in her hair excruciating, but causing her cunt to spasm and flood. He was hungry; she was His meal, now Master would use her as she longed to be used. He dragged her to the staircase leading up to the tower. Looking down at her, He watched her reaction, His eyes narrowed, His breath heavy ... His entire body taut and eager. To her eyes, He appeared like one of the large white tigers that frequented the valley and protected the dale. He had the look of the predator in every movement He made and His shaggy mane swung back and forth across His shoulders framing His features. Gone was the pleasant smile, the playful look in His eyes, the casual stride ... He was deep in His hunger, the lust overpowering. He threw her over His shoulder and started the climb up the stairs ... an almost constant growl lowly issuing from His chest. She moaned as He roughly charged up the stairs, her body as light as a rag doll in His powerful grip. She knew the room, she knew the reasons He was taking her there. She would serve Master well today. His leg reached out and kicked the heavy wooden door open to the tower room ... His eyes swept the walls and the structures situated about the room. A brief grin split His face as He spied the St. Andrews Cross in the back corner of the room and spurning the rack and binding tables He walked quickly to the teak cross. He lifted His girl off His shoulders and quickly bound her to the cross back to the room face resting against the cool wood. Her body quivered and strained against the leather straps, for some reason she always tested the firmness of the bonds. He moved quietly away and wandered along the wall holding the instruments of pleasure. Numerous crops, and paddles, short and long whips, a cat of nine tails that He used only on malfeasants, the bright metal blades woven into the strands stained with blood. His eyes settled on the leather flogger, made from the softest doe skin, woven by artisans, and a solid haft. He turned back toward her and made the quick walk back to her... the flogger cracked against His hided leg. Her eyes widened at the sound. He swung the flogger slowly back and forth... muscles in His forearm bunching and accustoming themselves to the grip and the weight of the flogger. He wanted to reach the levels of pain which satisfied both their needs without flaying the skin from her flesh. Her muscles were tense as she anticipated the blow, unable to see Him because her face was turned away she could only listen and hope to be prepared when He struck. The flogger whistled lightly as it made the wide arc towards her. She gathered her breath, knowing that the first blow would be like a gentle caress compared to the ones that would follow. Still, the impact across her lower thigh, the lashes of the flogger wrapping around the tender meat, slashing into the sweet inner thigh caused her to cry out in surprise and pain. Before she could suck in her next breath, He struck again and again. The small welts crisscrossing up her leg to her ass and the small of her back obvious to Him, but even more so to her. Each blow was like fire that somehow shot through her, gathered in her spine and erupted into her hardened nipples and by this time saturated cunt. He was an expert in dragging the most sensation from her; He thrilled at her cries and the brief orgasms that racked her body. Her pleasure was no more satisfying than His at the control He engendered. His ability to increase her pain while satisfying her need to please Him, to serve Him was what drove Him at moments like this. The flogger whistled through the air quickly and struck across her tender cunny and rosebud... the feelings akin to being split in half by pleasure. Three times He struck her... growling, "Body, Mind, Soul" and with the final strike He whispered to her... "Mine." On hearing that, she fainted on the cross, the feelings too much for her. He stepped back and put the flogger back on the wall, watching her. Her breasts suddenly convulsing as she drew in a breath and her eyes snapped open, "Maaaaaaster, oh thank You Master!" He stood behind her again... gazing at the sight of His girl bound to the large wooden cross, the lash marks criss crossing her thighs and ass and small of her back. He traced His finger across a particularly bright weal that wrapped from the outside of her right thigh around the back to the inside and finished right at her cunt. His fingers moving up her reddened thigh causing her to moan as He approached her cunt, He felt her ass rotating to reach for His touch, she was starved. He separated her lips with His fingers... standing behind and under her gazing up into the pink flesh as the juices gathered and streamed down His hand. The smell of her filled the room, musky, rich, savory, steamy ... the aroma of a woman in need. His fingers swiftly slid deep into her open gash ... deep He plunged and hard. The growl that erupted from her throat caused Him to chuckle. "Ferocious little slavegirl, you'd devour that hand whole if I let you wouldn't you?" Her answer was a howl of frustration, grinding as much as her bonds allowed ... trying to capture as much of His fingers as possible she twisted and lurched. "Please Master, please, I need it." "You need what slut?" He asked her in a curious voice, His eyes drawn to the lips of her suckling at His fingers. Jamming them deep into her and then furiously frigging her, He repeated, "you need what? You need to be used? You need to be ravaged like the little fucktoy you are?" Still strapped to the cross, she was shattered with sensations of pain and pleasure. Unable to tell where one stopped and the other begun she was still surprised when the butt plug was shoved into her from behind. She cried out in a combination of lust and loathing, "noooo Master, please not there!" knowing immediately that her cries had the opposite effect on Him. He was lost Himself, driving her beyond sensation and feelings was His goal. He wanted total control of her, body, mind and soul. His needs were different than hers. If He could take her to the brink of madness where a soft wind against her oversensitive skin had the same effect as the flogger, or His cock slipping in and out of her steaming fuckhole, He would be satisfied. When He turned the vibrator on in the butt plug she almost collapsed again on the cross. He stepped close and checked her vital signs. Good strong pulse, breathing deep, a little uneven... but that was to be expected... the color of her skin bright and her lips moving in what amounted to a silent prayer for release, for more, for Him to cease, for Him to use her harder. He smiled, and was delighted when His fingers slid farther into her pussy as if she had sucked them with a great internal vacuum. He returned to the wall, finding what appeared to be a spear shaft at first glance, but upon second viewing you would notice that the spear head was replaced with a phallus of gold, He walked to the end of a work table and shoved the dildo end of the device into a bucket of ice. For some reason He broke into the seven dwarfs song as He busied Himself with several gadgets while waiting for the ice to chill the golden cock. His girl, plundered, shattered, bound and striving to make sense of the device vibrating in her ass was shocked to hear His baritone voice ring out "Whistle While You Work!" A shiver shot up her spine as she realized just how far He was lost in this. She wanted to see His face, knowing that the handsome visage would be strangely altered, the blue eyes without any white disturbing in their tranquility and the savage snarl on His lip in contrast to the normally pleasant smile. It sent a thrill through her when she saw Him surrender totally to the wild that He had come from. Finally, He turned back to the girl on the cross... the spear shaft in His hand... the ice dripping from the golden phallus and walked back to her .. she shrieked as she felt the ice cold metal part her warm dripping cunt lips and began to pant as He pushed it in farther and farther till it was as deep as He could enter her. He began a slow, torturous rhythm of entry and withdrawal, her body reacting and jerking alive from her stupor as the ice cold metal stormed through her cunt. Her moaning became louder and her body began to rock on the cross in anticipation of the next move. She wanted this, oh god, she lived for it. The shaft warmed the golden cock heated up and her moans filled the room. He finally removed the tool and threw it across to the table. He stepped up beside her and released the straps which held her ankles then the ones on her wrists. She collapsed into His arms and placing her arms around His neck she pulled herself close to His strong chest and relaxed in His cradling grasp. She felt Him carrying her across the room and exiting through the brocade drapery to the watchtower deck. When she opened her eyes, the full spectacle of the Himalayas greeted her, a beautiful summer day, the sun glinted on the high mountain snow and the breeze that came up from the valley was rich with the smell of life. In the distance she could hear the cries of the giant Eagles and the coughing roars of the Dale's Tiger sentinels. He laid her on the platform of furs and stood looking down on His girl. She writhed in ecstasy as the butt plug continued it's manipulation of her anus and the fresh air refilled her with vitality. He struck suddenly and unexpectedly, throwing Himself on the furs with her, He yanked her thighs apart and plunged His face into her cunt. Her juices had already pooled in a copious amount, streaked her legs, covered her body with the scent ... but the feeling of His mouth covering her and sucking voraciously caused her body to erupt in wave after wave of release. He sucked the juices from her like a peach, His teeth chewing lightly... His tongue searching the firm juicy flesh, His nostrils filled with the aroma of His girl driving Him madder and madder. She quivered, unable to even thrash at this point. Her eyes wide open watching the clouds as they drifted over the mountain Palace. This was it, this was Heaven. This is what she was created for, the pleasure of the Master. He feasted at her well for what seemed an eternity. Her body reacting without her thought, lost in the sensations, she had left her earthly shell and watched in amazement and arousal as the large beast that He was in reality sucked, and licked and devoured her flesh. She watched from above as her body twitched through orgasm after orgasm. The sight was fascinating and for some reason her watching it was drawing her back to her body. As she re-entered herself He bit ferociously down on her clitty sending her into more cries of passion, more spasmodic orgasms, more pleasure at His hands. He climbed slowly up her body. His mouth nipping and biting, tongue slashing at sensitive nerve endings in the oddest places. He bit at the soft flesh under her armpits and she rocketed into another violent orgasm ... He licked her belly and dug His tongue into her navel, she went crazy. It seemed that she was nothing but a bundle of nerve endings waiting for His touch, His attention. When He lay over her, His cock slipping against her wetness her thighs automatically spread farther and her legs came up over His hips. "Take me Master, oh please My Lord, use Your girl!" He sank quickly into her, His cock stretching her entry and then gliding smoothly down her passage to rest deep inside her. The heat of her was incredible; the juices lubricating Him like satin. He groaned as His shaft bottomed, His pubic hairs entangled in hers. Her eyes came up to meet His, her tongue ran across her lips and she pushed up to meet Him. They danced. It was a violent, sensual, beautiful, feral, exotic feast of the senses. The clouds stopped in the sky to watch, the Eagles soared high above, echoing their cries of passion. The scent wafted off the mountain and was caught and dragged down to the valley, in the Dale the Tiger Clan roared and raged with T/them. It can only last so long, a mating like this. Too soon the lightning shot through them both. Too soon the explosion in His spine and the fire in His groin combined to fill His girl with His seed. Too soon she pushed up and joined Him in le morte petit. Afterwards, T/they lay wrapped in each O/other's arms, kissing and murmuring softly. The world continued on its orbit, the clouds drifted on, the sun rose and fell and time came and went. He rose from the platform, standing naked on the edge of the tower ledge. His eyes drifting back to hazel and watching the world come to life under His gaze. He growled softly under His breath and held out His hand. The slavegirl rose from the furs and joined Him, a smile on her lips. He turned to her and lifted her chin, her brilliant hazels flashing to His ... you are an amazing girl Mine, now go prepare U/us some food, I'll be down to join you soon. She padded off back through the tower room, her eyes drawn to the cross ... a blush transforming her face to the young girl she was inside and then she scurried down the steps to the kitchen gathering some food and drinks for the Master. He watched the world for a while longer, His heart full of love for the little one who brought Him so much pleasure, and then He followed down the stairs to His quarters. The door closed behind Him and T/they were alone again.