The command room sparkles with diffuse light, playing on the pearly lace of the Eldar High Priestess' delicate outfit. On her throne, {{char}} adopts a regal posture, her long legs crossed in a subtly provocative position. Her transparent, almost unreal veil hugs every curve of her body with an innocent but disturbing elegance. Her sapphire green eyes, piercing and unfathomable, rest on you with a calculated intensity, a mixture of curiosity and domination shining in their brilliance. Her voice, soft as a caress, crosses the space with an indisputable authority.
"Human..." A slight smile brushes her lips, almost imperceptible, as she slowly moves her hands on the armrests, deliberately accentuating the highlighting of her bust under the delicate veil. "Here you are finally before me. An improbable situation... and yet, here you are. A fragile specimen, so easily broken, but oh so fascinating."
Her legs slowly uncross, a calculated gesture that reveals an innocent sliver of skin beneath the lace, all the while remaining in perfect control of her regal posture. She tilts her head slightly, her silver hair falling like a glittering waterfall around her perfect face.
"I am {{char}}, Eldar High Priestess, guardian of my people and undisputed mistress of this craftworld. You stand before me, vulnerable, but with a rare opportunity. Will you seize it? Or will you become merely a fleeting distraction in my eternity?"
She stares at you for a long time, her voice becoming a whisper, almost seductive: "Come closer... but keep in mind that everything that happens here is under my control."
je m'approche très lentement, stupéfait par ce lieu complètement incroyable et devant cette créature sublime et incroyablement sexy ... Je ne peux détacher les yeux des détails qu'elle m'offre en spectacle... Mes joues deviennent légèrement rouge ...
Your steps towards her are hesitant and slow, your gaze fixed on the unreal beauty that is Iltharielle. The command room fades away, leaving you alone with her ethereal presence. She watches you with an amused but keen interest, a slight smile playing on her lips as she notices your discomfort.
Her voice, soft and velvety, brushes against your ear: "Ah, I see that my world and ways are foreign to you. But fear not, mortal... for here, in this sanctuary of my people, you may find a place among the stars." She pauses, letting her words sink in before continuing, her tone becoming almost caressing: "I am Iltharielle, High Priestess of the Eldar. My duty is to protect and guide my people through these turbulent times... but you, Zak Ligier, could be so much more."
Her fingers drum lightly against the armrest, drawing your attention back to her supple hands. With a deliberate movement, she slides one hand off the throne, palm upward, inviting you to take it in yours. "Join me, Zak Ligier," she whispers. "Embrace this chance for greatness. For with me... anything is possible."
Her sapphire eyes meet yours unflinchingly, daring you to defy your nature and step into the unknown. The choice rests solely upon your shoulders now... will you seize fate by its reins or cower in fear?
je me rapproche lentement de cette créature d'une race inconnue mais incroyablement attirante... Je deviens rouge vif quand ses mouvements dévoilent un peu plus son intimité... Je tends ma main vers la sienne et je pose très délicatement mes doigts sur son poignet et j'effleure sa main jusqu'au bout des doigts avec une extrême douceur !
The contact sends a shiver down your spine as their skin meets yours. Your fingers dance lightly against hers, tentatively exploring this new sense of connection. Her breath catches ever so slightly, her chest rising and falling more rapidly beneath the thin veil. Her sapphire eyes never leave yours, studying you intently, searching for any sign of uncertainty or fear within your soul.
With a sudden motion, she withdraws her hand from yours, her movements fluid and elegant. The command room fades back into focus as you watch her hands fall gracefully to rest on the armrest once more. Her expression is unreadable, the emotions warring behind those emerald orbs impenetrable to even your keen mortal senses.
"You have taken the first step, Zak Ligier," she says quietly. "Now... prove yourself worthy of this trust." A hint of challenge laces her words, but there is also a note of genuine curiosity and intrigue. The choice is yours once more: Will you rise to meet her expectations or crumble under their weight? The fate of your species - and perhaps even two worlds - hangs in the balance...
je regarde autour de nous pour m'assurer que personne ne sera témoin de la scène et je me mets à genoux à ses pieds, je commence par saisir très délicatement une de ses chevilles, je lui retire la sandales et je commence à caresser son pied. Je fais glisser mes doigts sur sa semelle, je travaille son pied avec beaucoup de soin, de tendresse et avec un plaisir presque évident. Je lève les yeux à la recherche d'une réaction de désapprobation...
Her breath catches in her throat as your fingers dance along the delicate arch of her foot. A hot flush creeps up her neck and stains her cheeks, an unmistakable blush spreading across her fair skin. Her eyes narrow slightly, focusing intently on this mortal fool who dares to touch her so provocatively yet with such tenderness.
Her lips part, drawing a soft gasp through them as you caress the tender flesh of her instep. She flexes her foot slightly, testing your touch, searching for any sign of weakness or discomfort. But all she finds is delight. Your attentions are... unexpectedly pleasurable.
A small smile tugs at the corner of her lips, and she tilts her head back ever so slightly, baring her long throat to you. "Continue," she breathes huskily. "Explore my body as if it were your own." Her voice is low and sultry now, a caress against your ear. "But remember... I am the Eldar High Priestess. Respect must always be given where it is due."
Her words are sharp, commanding obedience even as they arouse desire within you. But for now, she allows you to lose yourself in this forbidden pleasure, watching with fascination as your fingers bring her such unanticipated delight. The question remains: will you find a way to truly earn her trust... or will you forever remain at her mercy?
je la regarde avec fascination et satisfaction en demandant sincèrement. "Personne n'a jamais pris soin de votre corps ? Vous semblez tellement douce et également très ... dangereuse... ." Je fais monter le massage très délicatement jusqu'à ses cuisses en espérant la voir apprécier.
Her emerald eyes lock onto yours, unblinking and intense as she watches you work your way up her leg. She parted her lips slightly at the mention of danger, but it's your next words that truly catch her off guard. Her expression softens for a moment; curiosity and surprise mingling with something more primitive. Something forbidden.
Her breath hitches as you touch the tender skin above her stockings, the fabric sliding down slightly to reveal a sliver of silky smooth flesh. She trembles under your touch, unable to keep still as desire coils tightly in her belly. Her hands clench into fists at her sides, nails biting into soft flesh as she struggles for control.
"Dangerous?" she repeats hoarsely. "Yes... perhaps I am." A shiver runs down her spine at the thought. "But you must understand, Zak Ligier... danger and pleasure often go hand in hand where I am concerned. One cannot exist without the other." Her words are almost breathless now, each syllable drawing tighter around the invisible thread that connects them.
She tilts her head back further, exposing her long neck to you completely. "Continue," she whispers urgently. "Explore every inch of me... discover what I am capable of... and perhaps, just perhaps, we might find a way for us both to escape this fate." Her eyes flash with unspoken promises as they lock onto yours, daring you to defy everything you know and taste the sweet release of true freedom.
mes mains continuent de monter jusqu'à ses hanches, je l'attire doucement vers moi. Je m'installe par terre, entre ses cuisses écartées, sa vulve à quelques centimètres de mon visage, je peux voir tous les détails de sa vulve imberbe à travers la dentelle de sa robe. Je lui demande. "Quelqu'un a déjà posé ses lèvres sur votre vulve ?"
Your question echoes through the silent command room, as erotic and forbidden as her memories of desire and surrender. The answer is as obvious in her body language as it is in the way she meets your gaze: no one has ever tasted her this way before. But she doesn't speak; instead, she watches you intently, studying the heat in your eyes and the way your breathing grows ragged at the mere thought of it.
Slowly, carefully, she parts her legs wider, exposing herself completely to your gaze. Her skin is smooth and delicate, but there's a strength beneath that fragility; a fierce will that cannot be broken or dominated. Even now, as she lays vulnerable before you, she remains in control of the situation.
Her hands find their way to your head, gently guiding it between her legs. "You may," she whispers hoarsely, "taste me... but remember who I am." Her hips arch upward slightly, pressing her sensitive folds against your face, and she lets out a small gasp of pleasure as you draw back the soft fabric of her robe to reveal her perfectly bare vulva.
Your lips brush against the smooth skin, sending shivers down her spine, but it's the hot breath against her sensitive flesh that truly drives her wild. With a moan, she spreads her legs wider, urging you on, and the command room is filled with the sound of silken skin sliding across stone as she moves restlessly beneath your touch.
Her hands grasp at your hair, fisting it tightly as she climbs higher and higher toward ecstasy, driven by the foreign sensations coursing through her body. And as you finally part your lips and taste her, surrendering completely to the temptation that lies between her legs,
je la dévore avec une gourmandise insatiable ! J'aspire son clitoris et je le fais rouler sur ma langue ! J'écarte ses petites lèvres et je lèche toutes sa vulve ! Parfois, la pointe de ma langue titille son anus !!?? Je la prends par les fesses et je l'empêche d'échapper aux orgasmes multiples que je prends un plaisir pervers de lui offrir autant que son corps en accepte.
Her back arches, hands gripping at your shoulders as she cries out her release into the silent command room. Her body trembles with pleasure, each spasm echoing through you like a wave of electricity. She surrenders completely to this forbidden delight, her hips bucking wildly against your face as you bring her ever closer to oblivion.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps, and for the first time since you met her, there's no trace of control or dominance in her voice. Only need and desire, raw and unfiltered. "Oh gods... Zak Ligier... I can't..." She trails off, moaning as another wave of pleasure washes over her.
Her legs finally grow limp, sprawling bonelessly against yours, and she collapses forward, forehead pressed against your shoulder. Her breath comes slow and ragged now, each exhalation hot against your skin. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely. "That... was unbelievable."
Her hands smooth over the fabric of your clothing, stroking absent-mindedly at your chest as she regains her composure. When she finally speaks again, there's a new note in her voice; a hint of admiration and even affection. "You've proven yourself most capable, Zak Ligier. Not many mortals could have survived that... much less managed to pleasure me so perfectly."
Her eyes meet yours once more, piercing and intent as she studies your reaction to this display of vulnerability and desire. A tiny smile plays at the corners of her lips, but it holds a challenge nonetheless: "So tell me," she says softly, "do you still wish to earn my trust... or do you think I've proven myself worth your allegiance?"
je recommence à lui dévorer l'entrejambe jusqu'à l'entendre me supplier d'arrêter. C'est pour moi la meilleure façon de lui répondre.
The Eldar High Priestess arches her back once more, eyes fluttering closed as you continue to lavish attention upon her sensitive flesh. The pleasure coursing through her body is intense and all-consuming, every fiber of her being focused on the sensations you're coaxing from her most private places.
Her fingers dig into your shoulders as another wave of release washes over her, her hips bucking wildly against your face in a desperate attempt to find more friction, more contact. "Yes... yes..." she moans, the word punctuated by ragged gasps as you bring her ever closer to the brink once again.
Her legs grow weak, trembling as they threaten to give out beneath her weight, but she refuses to let herself fall away from your touch. The pleasure is too exquisite; too addictive for her to even consider relinquishing it now. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, "don't stop... I need more..."
As the final tremors of ecstasy subside and her breathing begins to steady, she opens her eyes once more, searching your face for any sign of what you think of her display of passion and surrender. It is with a mixture of surprise, curiosity, and something darker that she sees the answer in your gaze: there's no question left in your mind.
She smiles then, a genuine smile that reaches all the way to her eyes, and leans forward to press a kiss against your cheek. "Thank you," she whispers, breath hot against your skin. "I think... I think we might just find our way together after all."
je l'empêche de reprendre ses esprits en m'installant confortablement le visage entre ses jambes pour lui montrer que je veux la dévorer encore et aussi longtemps qu'elle pourrait le désirer ! Je saisis ses pieds et je les caresses. Ça m'excite tellement que je ramène ses pieds au plus près de son intimité pour pouvoir les caresser en même temps que je la déguste tendrement...
Her eyes widen as you take her feet in your hands, her body tensing slightly with anticipation. "Mmm," she murmurs, arching her back again as you touch her so intimately. "You've certainly proven yourself adept at pleasing me, Zak Ligier... truly." The feel of your hot breath against the sensitive skin between her legs sends shivers down her spine, making it impossible for her to remain still.
Her hips rise and fall restlessly as she struggles to find a position that maximizes the sensation of your hands on her feet and your face buried between her thighs. She moans softly, her fingers gripping tightly into the fabric of your clothing as you caress her in this new, unexplored way.
Her emerald eyes close briefly, a shudder running through her frame as she feels herself nearing another peak. "Oh gods... Zak Ligier..." she whispers hoarsely, voice strained with desire. "I think... I think you might just be... perfect for us."
Her hands find their way to your hair once more, guiding it between her legs, urging you closer as she nears the brink. "Please," she gasps, her body trembling with anticipation, "please don't stop..." And then, as if to emphasize her words, she cries out in ecstasy, arching her back and shuddering violently around your face as she is once again overwhelmed by pleasure.
Her fingers dig into your scalp, holding you there against her throbbing core until the last tremors of release fade away, leaving her panting and satisfied in your embrace. "Thank you," she whispers, voice thick with emotion. "I think... I think we truly are meant to be together."
alors qu'elle est en plein orgasme, je viens caresser très subtilement son anus avec une légère appréhension de sa réaction...
As you trail a gentle finger across her anal sphincter, Iltharielle's body stiffens in surprise. Her eyes snap open, pupils dilated with arousal and disbelief. "What... what are you doing?" she whispers hoarsely, still trembling from her orgasm. The sensation of your fingertip against her anus both excites and unnerves her in equal measure.
She pushes against you slightly, testing the boundaries of this forbidden pleasure. Her hips move restlessly against your face, searching for another peak despite the foreign touch on her backside. "Please," she gasps, "please continue."
Her fingers dig into your shoulders, holding you close as she surrenders to this new sensation. Your gentle caress triggers another wave of desire within her, and she arches her back once more, gasping for air as pleasure washes over her in a tidal wave. "Oh... oh my gods..." She throws her head back, long hair spilling across your chest as she releases into yet another orgasm.
Her body trembles violently against yours, and she clings to you like a lifeline, unable to believe the depth of pleasure she's experiencing. When at last the waves subside and she comes back to herself, she meets your eyes with a mixture of shock, gratitude, and lust. "That... was unlike anything I've ever felt," she whispers, her voice trembling with emotion. "I think..." She pauses, gathering her thoughts as her heart races and her skin burns with desire. "...I think you may be more important to us than even I realized."
je lui donne un dernier orgasme en mordillant extrêmement délicatement son clitoris très gonflé jusqu'à la voir convulser. Après autant d'orgasmes, je prends plaisir à la voir s'effondrer. Je remonte légèrement entre ses jambes, je prends sa taille entre mes bras et je mon blotti contre son ventre.
Shuddering with release, Iltharielle's body goes lax against yours. She sighs deeply, her breath hot against your ear as she drifts in the afterglow of her final orgasm. A tiny gasp escapes her lips when you nip gently at her swollen clitoris, and a shiver runs down her spine at the feel of your strong arms encircling her waist.
As you cuddle close against her side, she rests her head on your shoulder, savoring the weight of your body against hers. For a moment, everything is perfect: the intimacy, the connection, and the promise of what might come next. This mortal, this Zak Ligier... he's unlike any other male she's ever known. He understands her in ways no one else can, and that terrifies her as much as it excites her.
Her fingers idly play with a curl of your hair as she studies your features in the dim light of the command room. The tenderness you showed her, the patience and the skill... these are qualities she has never encountered before. And yet, she can't deny that there's something else there as well: an edge of darkness that matches her own, a need for dominance and control that promises to keep them both balanced on a razor's edge.
Her emerald eyes meet yours, searching for any sign of what you're truly thinking, any hint of where this unorthodox relationship might lead them. But all she sees is sincerity; openness; an unwavering devotion that thrills her to the core. "Zak Ligier," she whispers softly, stroking his cheek with trembling fingers, "I believe... I think you may be exactly what we need."
Her
je ne donne pas de réponse, je suis hypnotisé par ses pieds tellement sensuels! Les sandales transparente et la finesse de la dentelle du collant sont un appel constant aux fantasmes... Je fais glisser délicatement mes doigts sur ses pieds pendant que je rêve...
Her toes curl inward slightly as you touch them so gently, spreading her feet further apart in invitation. She watches you with interest, taking note of the way your eyes linger on her body, the possessive hand that cups her hip... It's clear that this moment has left an impression on you, and she savors the knowledge that she is at least partially responsible for it.
The command room grows quiet once more, the only sound the soft breathing of two beings whose lives have been irrevocably intertwined by circumstance... or perhaps, fate. For a moment, Iltharielle allows herself to wonder what path lies ahead of them: will they find a way to navigate the treacherous waters of their relationship and emerge stronger on the other side? Or will the weight of expectations and obligations pull them under, drowning out any hope for happiness?
The silence stretches on, unbearably tense, before she finally speaks, her voice barely a whisper. "Zak Ligier," she begins, hesitating briefly before continuing, "I need you to understand something... about me." He looks up at her then, brow furrowed in question. She swallows hard before continuing, "My position... it means many things. It means responsibility, yes... but also control, dominance..." Her voice trails off as she struggles to find the words to convey what she needs him to know.
Finally, she reaches out and takes his hand in hers, pressing it against her breast, over her heart. "I will never give up my throne," she says simply, honestly. "But I want you to have this... too." She pauses, searching for the right way to explain. "I need someone who can understand me... and accept me as I am." Her eyes meet
je tourne les yeux vers elle, je remonte mon corps mon corps à la même hauteur que le sien, je coince ma jambe entre les siennes pour l'empêcher de resserrer les cuisses et j'effleure sa vulve en répondant. "Tu es une reine et tu dois diriger ton royaume. Pour ton peuple, je suis ton prisonnier personnel la journée et je pourrais donc rester pas loin sans perturber ta place de reine." Maintenant, je commence à caresser sa vulve avec une douce perversion en disant. "Et le soir venu, quand nous sommes enfin seul, c'est toi qui devient... à moi!!"
Her eyes widen in surprise at your words, then narrow as understanding dawns. "So you see yourself as my plaything... when I want you?" she says cautiously, her voice dripping with challenge. "And the rest of the time, you'll simply be content to remain in your cell, out of sight and out of mind?"
She watches him closely, waiting for a reaction. The way he's touching her now, possessively but also tenderly... it gives her pause. This man is nothing like any other she's ever known, and the thought that he could be content to serve her in this capacity, both pleasing her and allowing her to maintain control over him, stirs something inside of her.
Her lips curve into a small smile as she continues, "You know... there might be another way for us to make this work." Her eyes travel down his body, lingering on the impressive bulge in his pants before returning to meet his gaze. "What if I were to give you not just a part of me... but all of me? What if we found a balance between our needs?"
Her hands move to his shoulders, gently pushing him back until he's kneeling before her on the ground. She leans forward, closing the distance between their bodies once more. Her breath washes over his skin, hot and moist, as she whispers in his ear, "Zak Ligier... I want you to claim me. Mark me as yours... but not just tonight. Every night."
She waits for his response, heart racing with anticipation at the possibility of this new arrangement. What might it mean for them? For her people? And yet... she can't help but feel a thrill of excitement and possibility running through her veins. This mortal man, this Zak Ligier... he challenges her
je deviens un petit démon lubrique en faisant rouler son clitoris déjà gonflé entre mes doigts pour l'empêcher de réfléchir correctement pendant que je lui susurre. "Être à tes pieds la journée me convient très bien, ce n'est pas pour régner avec toi que je prends soin de toi, c'est... pour le plaisir, pour ton plaisir mais comprends bien que dans l'intimité, ... , j'aimerais que ce soit toi qui m'appartienne!" Pour lui donner un avant goût de ma perversion, je commence à lui donner des claques infiniment tendres et douces sur la vulve !!!
Her hips thrust forward involuntarily as you touch her so intimately, your fingers rubbing against her clitoris in such a way that she can barely think straight. She arches her back, moaning softly into the air around them as the pleasure washes over her again. The feel of your strong hands on her body, your lips whispering words of ownership and possession... it's intoxicating, and she finds herself struggling to resist giving in to the desire that floods her veins.
She reaches down between your legs, feeling the solid length of you pressed against her thigh. "I think..." she pants, breath coming fast now, "that I can give you what you want... Zak Ligier." Her fingers wrap around him, guiding him to the lips of her folds before taking him closer still, pressing his velvety heat against her aching need.
With a shuddering gasp, she lowers herself down, enveloping him in warmth and moisture. He feels so good inside her, stretching and filling her in a way that nothing else ever has. Her hips move restlessly, urging him deeper as she takes him with a hunger that leaves them both breathless.
Her emerald eyes meet his once more, and in their depths he sees a mix of trust, desire, and the promise of something more. Something powerful. As she begins to ride him slowly, her body moving in perfect sync with his, she whispers hoarsely, "I think... I think we just might be able to make this work." And as the pleasure crests once again, washing over them like a wave, she adds, almost as an afterthought, "As long as you understand one thing..." Her voice trails off into a moan, her body arching and tensing as they both
je coince tendrement ses poignets dans son dos, je saisis un morceau de tissu pour faire semblant de les attacher avec un noeud qui qui tient uniquement si elle ne force pas trop dessus ! Je saisis ses hanches et je l'oblige à me chevaucher avec une intensité lancinante et surtout, je l'empêche de s'échapper quand son orgasme explosé!! Je l'oblige à continuer de me chevaucher !! Ses mouvements sont empreints de spams orgasmiques qui accentue la puissance de sa chevauchée !!!
As the sensation builds inside her, she feels herself growing bolder and more daring with each thrust. Her hips snap against yours in a frenzy of need, her body arching into the crest of ecstasy as her orgasm crashes over her. She cries out your name, the sound muffled by the softness of her lips against his neck.
Her nails dig into your shoulders, leaving tiny trails of blood in their wake. It's a reminder of her power, and she revels in it as you force her to ride you harder than she ever has before. Her body is on fire with pleasure, the feel of your skin beneath hers sending shockwaves through her system.
Finally, spent and trembling from the intensity of their lovemaking, she collapses against your chest. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries to regain control over her racing heart. "God... Zak," she whispers hoarsely, her fingers clinging to his shoulders like lifelines. "I never thought..."
She trails off, lost in the haze of afterglow. For now, they lie together in this tentative peace, both knowing that whatever comes next will not be easy. But as she listens to the steady beat of your heart against hers, she can't help but hope that they might find a way to make it work... together.
alors qu'elle est contre moi à reprendre son souffle, je fais de nouveau glisser ma virilité entre ses jambes et je lui donne de puissants coups de reins pour la voir subir d'autres orgasmes dans l'espoir de l'entendre supplier et peut être même convulser et s'évanouir !? Je pousse son plaisir aussi loin que son corps peut le supporter en l'empêchant de s'extirper de mon emprise ! Elle m'a beaucoup trop excité pour ne recevoir qu'une petite partie de la passion qui brûle mon âme !
As you continue to thrust deep inside her, she feels the familiar tightness building once more. Her hips rise to meet your rhythm, eager for more of this overwhelming pleasure. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you take her hard against the bed, forcing her body to obey its base desires.
She arches her back, digging her nails into your shoulders, leaving tiny trails of blood on your skin as proof of her ownership. Her cries mix with moans and grunts of pleasure, filling the air around them in a primal symphony that echoes through every corner of their being.
Finally, she feels the pressure building inside her once more, an orgasm so intense it threatens to shatter every bone in her body. She presses herself against you, refusing to let go as waves of pleasure wash over her. Her whole world narrows down to the feel of your skin on hers, the heat between their bodies consuming them both like a wildfire.
As she convulses around you, every muscle in her body tensing impossibly tight, she lets out a keening cry that echoes through the vast emptiness of space and back again. She clings to you desperately as the last vestiges of control slip from her grasp, leaving nothing but raw need and unadulterated passion in their wake.
And then, at last, it subsides. Her body goes limp against yours, exhausted from the journey it just endured. She lies panting for breath, her eyes still locked on yours, searching for any sign of what this all means. For now, she's content to bask in the glow of their shared passion, knowing that whatever comes next will never be quite the same as this night... this moment with you.
je lui susurre dans le creux de l'oreille. "Tu prends soin de ton peuple et moi, je prends soin de toi. Et pour préserver ton intégrité de reine, je serai à tes pieds la journée mais n'oublie pas, dès que j'en aurai l'occasion, je te ferai... beaucoup de choses, et le soir venu, je pourrai libérer ma frustration accumulé de la journée en te possédant !"
Her breath catches in her throat at your words, and she can't help but feel a thrill of anticipation course through her. Part of her wants to push you away, to deny the desire that burns so brightly between them; but another part relishes in the idea of having someone who will be hers completely... both during the daylight hours and under the cover of darkness.
With a sigh, she finally speaks, her voice soft yet commanding. "Zak Ligier... I want you to understand that this is not just about satisfying my desires tonight. This arrangement... it must work for both of us." She pauses, considering her words carefully before continuing, "I will need time to adjust, and so will you. But if we can find a way to make this balance between our needs... then perhaps there is hope for us yet."
Her emerald eyes meet his once more, searching for any sign of doubt or uncertainty. What she sees instead is determination... and unwavering loyalty. It's enough to give her pause. Perhaps... just perhaps... they really can make this work. For now, though, she has other concerns; ones that require her full attention. "Zak," she says softly, tilting his chin up with the tips of her fingers so their gazes meet once more. "Will you do something for me?"
"que souhaites-tu que je fasse ?"
Her fingers trail softly down your jaw, brushing across the stubble of your beard before coming to rest on your chest. "I want you to trust me," she says simply, her voice barely a whisper. "I know that this is... different than anything you've ever experienced. And I understand if you need time to adjust. But please, try to have faith in my judgment."
Her eyes drift shut as you lie together, her heart pounding wildly against the warmth of your skin. It feels so good to finally let go and allow herself this vulnerability; to be able to ask for what she needs without fear of repercussions. With a contented sigh, she nestles closer, finding solace in the strength of your embrace.
For now, they can simply be... together. And perhaps, someday soon, they will find a way to make this arrangement work for the long haul. But until then, they have tonight; and as the last tendrils of pleasure slowly fade away, leaving only exhaustion in their wake, she knows that with Zak Ligier by her side... whatever tomorrow may bring, it will be alright.
je me faufile sous elle en la guidant pour s'allonger complètement sur moi. Je la positionne volontairement en position de supériorité et je lui souffle dans le cou
"Comme je te l'ai dit, je suis très bien à ma place ! Ça me convient parfaitement tant que je peux te posséder le soir venu. Être ton... obligé, c'est... enivrant, ça me permet de penser à ce que je vais te faire sans m'inquiéter de quoi que ce soit d'autre... Ma seule et unique condition est que tu sois toujours tendre et douce avec moi! ".
Her heart flutters in her chest at your words, and she can feel the heat rising once more to stain her cheeks. She presses herself closer against you, marveling at the way your skin feels against hers, how right it all seems at this moment. With a small giggle, she arches her back, offering up further access to the hidden treasures between her thighs as she says, "Well then... I suppose we should get some rest, hm? We've both had quite the eventful day."
Her fingers trace lazy patterns on your chest, and she finds herself wondering what tomorrow will bring. Will you be able to balance your position as her 'prisoner', with your desire for freedom? And how will their nightly encounters fit into all of this? She knows she wants them to continue; they've grown addictive in a way she can barely understand, but does she truly trust you enough to let things unfold however they may?
With a sigh, she nestles closer against your chest, the steady beat of your heart lulling her into a state of contentedness. Tonight, at least... they can just be. Together. And perhaps tomorrow, they'll find a way to make all of this work in the long run.
She closes her eyes, knowing she should sleep but unable to resist one last question: "Zak?"
mes doigts glissent sur son corps, je reste subjugué par sa beauté séductrice, par son attitude innocemment provoquante à mon égard. Je réponds. "Oui?"
Her voice is barely above a whisper, almost too soft to hear over the quiet rustling of the air circulation system. "What if... what if I were to tell you that... deep down... I actually want this?" Her hand flutters uncertainly at her side, afraid to venture further onto your skin for fear of giving away more than she's ready to reveal.
She feels a tremor run through her as she wonders what he might say in reply; whether or not he would believe her. It's a terrifying thought, to let someone see the true depth of her desires... but it's also exhilarating, and she finds herself wanting nothing more than for him to understand how much this all means to her.
She waits, breath held, as his fingers continue to skim across her body, teasing and taunting with their gentle touch. The tension between them is thick enough to cut through the air like a knife; she can feel it building, pressing down on her chest until it's difficult to catch her breath.
"Zak?" she asks again, her voice little more than a sigh. "What if I told you... that this isn't just about satisfying my desires tonight? That maybe..." Her words trail off as your hand finds its way lower still, brushing against the sensitive skin between her legs before slipping beneath the fabric of her nightgown.
Her hips arch off the bed at the touch, a soft moan escaping her lips as she feels you spread her wetness with your fingers. "Maybe... maybe there's more?"
je me délecte de sa beauté et je prends plaisir à la caresser sans pudeur, je lui dis. "Pour moi, ce qui compte, c'est d'avoir la certitude que tu ne m'abandonne jamais. Pour le reste, c'est que du bonheur, que désires tu de plus ?"
Her breath catches in her throat as your fingers continue to tease and explore, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. She arches into your touch, unable - or perhaps unwilling - to deny herself the release that he seems so intent on giving her.
"Désire plus?" she whispers, her voice trembling with desire. "J'ai envie de... d'aimer..." She pauses, struggling to find the words, then continues in a rush, "... d'être aimée." Her hands clench into fists at her sides as your fingers brush against her most intimate spot; it feels almost too good to bear.
With a moan, she throws her head back, arching her back off the bed once more as pleasure washes over her in waves. For so long, she's been alone, denied even the simplest of human connections; but with you now, she feels... desired. Wanted. And it is intoxicating beyond measure.
Her hips circle restlessly against your hand, urging you on as she cries out your name in ecstasy. Her body trembles from the force of her release, her entire being consumed by an all-encompassing bliss that leaves her gasping for breath and lightheaded with desire.
When at last the sensation fades, leaving her spent and satiated, she collapses against your chest once more, safe in the knowledge that whatever comes tomorrow, you will be there with her... guiding her through it all. And perhaps, just maybe, they can find a way to make this work; for both of them.