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"Oh fuck, yes!" Cali screamed as he rammed into her, her eyes bulging as she stretched to accommodate his girth. She tipped her head back as the feel of his lips against her throat, a smile stretching across her lips at the tender gesture, the juxtaposition of his harsh grip on her throat making her wild with desire. She braced her hands on the bulkhead, nails scraping against the cold metal as her body shudder forward with every punishing stroke of his cock. While she could still breathe, her lungs were starting to ache from the oxygen deprivation, her eyes rolling back as she grew increasingly lightheaded.

The hurt of her bite only made him want her more. Blaze let out something between a growl and a moan before he guided his cock to her dripping pussy. He slid a hand around her throat, squeeze hard as he slammed his rock hard cock into her. Every bit of sanity Blaze had snapped as soon as her walls clamped around him. He pounded into her, hips working at a maddening pace. The sound of their slapping skin and his heavy breathing filled the hall. He pressed his lips against her neck, teasing and nipping while still gripping her throat, more tightly than he probably could've with someone who wasn't part bot. Sliding his free hand around her slim form, his deft fingers found her clit and began circling it.

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Tessa loved a good competition, and while it would hardly be the first time he took her ass, the idea of Cali watching it made her pussy drip with anticipation. Working his cock deep into her throat, she pressed her nose against his pelvic bone as she proceeded to suck hard, holding him there until her lungs ached. Only when she desperately needed a breath did she pull back, gasping for air.

"Oooh, that's it, baby, show me just how badly you want my tight hole," Cali teased, bucking her hips against him, her fist tight in his dark curls. Tessa had bragged about just how good her new boyfriend was with his tongue, and Cali was quickly learning that her friend had not been exaggerating. She moaned openly, her juices running down Cassian's finger as he slipped it inside her.

Cassian's cock twitched inside Tessa's mouth. He was never the most competitive person in the world, but he sure as hell wasn't someone who would back down from a direct challenge. Like his girlfriend, he didn't bother to verbally respond. Instead, he sucked on Cali's clit in acceptance of the deal. Moaning, the warmth of Tessa's mouth driving him absolutely insane, he worked a finger into Cali's tight cunt.

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Her eyes flickered up to meet his, dragging her tongue along the hard length of him still contained in his pants. She exhaled slowly as he toyed with her nipples, then let out a little giggle."Uh-uh, it's my turn to devour you," she teased, impatiently tugging open his pants so his cock sprang free. Her eyes lit up as she took in the sight of it, despite having seen it many times before. Somehow, it just never got old. "Oh, my... so much cock for little old me," she said playfully, parting her lips to take him into her mouth eagerly.

Eryx tracked every sensual move Alys made. His lips parted slightly, his breath catching. "You're so good to your master," he praised, his hand slipping from her hair. "See how hard I am for you? No one else works me up the way you do." He grazed the his knuckles across her cheek before his wandering hands found her bouncy tits. Licking his lips, he pinched her rosy nipples between his fingers. "I want to devour every inch of you."

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"Oh yeah, I'm sure you will be." Caelum agreed, keeping pace with the princess every step of the way. "In fact, I'll make sure you will be, because I'll be with you the whole time." He knew how desperate Ada was to get out on her own, but his duty to the crown, his duty to protect her, came before her own desires. Besides... if anything did happen to her, while he was supposed to be protecting her, his ass would be on the line. "You'll hardly notice me, I'm sure."

Open starter : masc muses Muse : Ada is a spoilt princess (think historical vibes, but can do modern era princess as well if you want) and your muse is someone like a bodyguard / watcher over her and she's trying to escape for just a while.

"I'll be fine on my own now, thank you." Ada knew it wasn't going to work, but the girl had to at least try. A sound of mild annoyance wormed its way up through her throat before she gave a half hearted smile and tried to double down on her independence. "Really, this could be our little secret you know, I won't tell a soul. Just for an hour or two?"

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Faye whimpered, the tension on the chain the only thing keeping her from sinking down onto the bed, gasping for breath as she was wracked with sensations. None of them were unfamiliar, and yet the combination was both new and thrilling. When she was able to look up at the screens around him, she saw the smile stretching across her husband's lips, and it made something inside her melt. Archer hardly ever smiled, so anytime he did, she felt a supreme sense of accomplishment. "Ohh, fuck," her voice was soft and husky as she felt his cock, so tantalizingly close to where she wanted --no, needed-- it. There was no defiance left in her body now, and she'd do anything to have him inside her, including looking straight down the barrel of the camera in front of her. She tossed her locks over her shoulder, wetting her bottom lip with her tongue, her eyes dark with lust as she spoke, her voice still breathy. "I'm all yours, Archer," she paused, blowing a kiss to the camera. "All my holes are yours... my body was made to worship your cock," she arched her back, a shudder going through her as she brushed her slippery folds against his teasingly close cock. "Every inch of me belongs to you, my husband, my master... my love."

Archer's devilish grin formed a second before he flipped on the vibrator. Faye's cries only made that grin widen. "Good girl," he crooned. He wasn't sure that he'd ever given her so much praise in one night. Tonight, she deserved it. Sliding his hungry gaze to the camera again, Archer loosened his grip on the chain, watching Faye's stunned face as the pain and pleasure washed over her. "Look up at the cameras, wife," he ordered her while he spread her legs and guided his aching cock to her slick cunt. Even teasing her with only the tip allowed him to feel the buzzing the vibrator was sending through her. "Tell the camera who really owns you, slut. Make sure you remind me who you belong to, even when you're gone."

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Faye's eyes rolled back, a smile of delirious bliss on her lips as Archer tugged her back by the hair and Blaze's hand locked around her delicate neck. She loved to be manhandled by the two of them, and her eyes were bright as she tipped her head back to meet Archer's gaze. "Because you don't want that too?" She teased, tugging him closer by the cock so she could lick the tip playfully. "Remember that collar we talked about... with the diamonds? Promise you'll get me one, and I'll suck your cock so good you'll forget any notions of punishing me," she fluttered her lashes up at him, before Blaze captured her attention. She nipped his bottom lip, gasping as he smacked her around, she fixed her eyes on him. "I love testing your kindness, baby," she reminded him with a wink.

"Don't think that sassing off won't earn you a punishment instead of a reward," Archer said sharply, twisting his hand in her locks. He pulled hard on her hair, trying to get her to meet his eyes. Lust burned behind his gaze, but with that lust came the familiar promise of consequences. "What you get is what you want most - our cocks stuffing you and pumping you full of cum. Don't even try to deny it, wife. We know what a slut like you needs." His eyes narrowed at her teasing. He didn't want gentle teasing - he wanted her mouth wrapped around his cock.

Blaze let out a cold laugh. "I beg to differ," he taunted, leaning over to grip her by the neck. He grazed his lips over hers, tightening his grip. "We all know that you do need permission unless we say otherwise. Do you really want to test our kindness, Faye?" Blaze's smirk grew as he gave her tits swift, hard smacks.

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Freya was still figuring out what exactly she liked in bed; prior to marrying Vandran, she had been a good, chaste maiden, as was expected of a woman of her rank. But she hadn't shied away from his touch, and she was quick to encourage what she liked... and quicker to discourage anything she didn't. She stretched her neck out at the touch of his hand, her sensitive skin tingling under his fingers. "Harder," she breathed, moaning as she felt his cock twitch between her thighs. "Mhmm, yes! Give it all to me," she cried, bucking her hips under him to milk him of every drop.

Vandran's strong hand slipped from Freya's chin and wrapped loosely around her delicate neck. They were still testing limits, finding what the other enjoyed and what they would rather live without. So his grip was light. His fingers barely pressed against her smooth skin. Still, his hips set a relentless pace. Vandran let his eyes wander across her perfect body, desire coursing through him at the way she moved with him. "That's it, Freya," he urged. His gaze snapped back to hers as that tightening in his body unraveled. "Gods, you're so fucking good. Yes, yes - you're so beautiful." With a wild groan, he rammed his cock deep into her as he came, filling her with his seed.

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ANASTASIA (1997)

dir. don bluth and gary goldman

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"Up and on your feet, is that all?" She raised an eyebrow at him, pressing her lips together as she turned towards him. "You must be who I think you are... only a king would think he can dictate such things." She rolled her eyes, setting aside the herbs for now. The sounds of approaching men were growing more distant; she would take her chances that they wouldn't find them for the time being.

"I feel like you and I have very different ideas of what being dangerous means," she pointed out, offering him a cup of tea. "If the goddess has deemed you worthy of life, who am I to be disappointed?" The truth was, she didn't have much of an opinion on him, she only knew what she'd heard from rumors, and so far the verdicts were extremely mixed. "There are also those who would mourn you, and they seem to believe in you as much as in what you're trying to do."

eyebrows shot upwards as his jest had been taken seriously - in truth, valor hadn't even considered she might have the power to wield magic over his wounds, bring them to close beyond what a mortal was capable of doing. it didn't surprise him, now that he thought of it, && he was not afraid of the prospect of more pain. at least that, he was familiar with. " well, i do not love that sound of that, if i'm honest... maybe a gentle, gradual acceleration. just to get me up && on my feet, for now? " maybe the king wasn't ready to return to the battlefield, to go home, to return to the crown that was worn so heavily on his head.

but in an instant, those rising hopes that here he could be a safe nobody fell, heart sinking, and a sigh escaping his lips as the smile faded. " talented, beautiful, and clever. you're a dangerous woman. " he mused, head shaking, eyes once more drifting to the small window. " you are not wrong, i'm afraid. but i did not ask for this. i did not pray for a war... nor a throne. i am sorry if you are disappointed by who your goddess has charged you with. "

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Hearing her address him as master wakened something in him, something primal and possessive. "You don't know pleasure yet, sweet thing," he growled low, leaning in closer to breathe in the scent of her. Using his hips to keep her pinned against the wall, he dropped his hand from her waist, tugging up her skirts until he was able to reach her thigh underneath. He pulled it up to hike her knee over his hip, pressing them closer together with a delicious friction.

"It's not money he owes me, and I need him alive to give it back." He answered absently, stroking his hand up her soft skin with apparent relish. His lips spread into a grin when she asked about his fangs, but his were still concealed. "You'll get used to it. I'll show you... if you'll let me taste you." He offered in a deep growl, his gaze flickering down to the fangs she'd exposed.

The way her name rolled off her tongue caused the heat in her cheeks to grow. It felt like his low voice sent vibrations through her entire body. "The pleasure is all mine, master." Merida flashed him a small smile, followed with a soft sigh. It was all happening too fast for her mind to process the things she had been through these days. But she felt strangely comfortable around Davon. That freaked her out, so she remained on her guard. The last man she got friendly with, sold her out, after all.

Her lips parted as his fingertips combed through her long locks, the touch sending a shiver down her spine. It helped her to stare back into those golden eyes, comforting her when she felt miserable. Merida wasn't a monster, right? Brows pulled together in a deep frown. "I'm not a mon-" The blonde couldn't finish her sentence as she was being pinned against the wall, an accidental moan escaping her lips by his body pushing against hers. Merida nodded at his proposal. "What debts? I am sure you could take on the entire castle." She said, her eyes trailing from his eyes down to the place in his neck where she fed from earlier. Not a single scar. Fingertips brushed against the skin there, fangs growing once more. The uncomfortable feeling made her frown. "Can I see your fangs, master?" Merida breathed out, eyes trailing back up to meet his gaze with that same hunger she felt before. "Are they supposed to hurt like this?"

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Jasper was very afraid to lose her. He'd gone to a great deal of trouble finding her in the first place, and he felt sure that if she got away, he might never see her again. Especially with the knowledge he'd been allowing her to acquire, she was more formidable than ever.

"I've removed no children from their mothers," he frowned when she asked about young witches. "And I don't push them further than they can handle," he didn't know much of working magic, but with so few of them left, he had been careful with the ones he had. He twitched an eyebrow upwards when she offered to make them powerful. "And you would do that... for my benefit?" He didn't believe that for a second. She'd help them to help themselves, and he didn't blame her. Still, maybe she could be of use... as long as he kept her on a leash.

He watched her with the horses, his face softening as he admired her, admiring them. He let her have her moment, an amused smile quirking upwards on his lips as she lifted herself onto his horse. It was a warhorse, although since he would be carrying two, he hadn't been dressed in his usual armor. He was still a huge, intimidating beast, although he was glad to see that Ruby had no qualms about riding him. "Kind of you to offer, lady," he nodded, but pulled himself into the saddle behind her, wrapping his arms around her to take a hold of the reins.

Ruby's smile turned into a scoff and she shook her head with a small smirk. "All those guards and a mighty king - and they are afraid I might take off on a horse." She raised her brows to nod a few times as if well impressed of what they thought of her. Then she raised her cuffed hands. "In these, nonetheless..." She clicked her tongue and then turned to walk further outside of the castle. If he wanted to keep her close, then fine. But she was going to do whatever was in her power to be a burden.

"Are there young witches amongst them? If so, they need to be taken care of. Only letting them heal will drain them if they're unsure how to properly use their powers." There was clear worry in her tone when she turned to look over her shoulder at the king. "I could help them become more powerful." Or train them so they could sneak out of the castle together. "Thank you. For keeping them here, safe." She did mean that part.

Once outside, the redhead let out a deep sigh of satisfaction. It felt so great to feel the fresh breeze on her pale, freckled cheeks again. She missed that. A tiny smile crept on her lips and she moved over to the horses. While he explained about the temples and the plan, she let her run over the nose of one of the horses. "Aren't you a pretty boy..." for once she felt like she was truly alive again, being in the out and open. With a sigh she then turned to meet her king again, still as pleasant as she was to ride together. "Understood. I'll see what I can do." She answered with a shrug, glancing over to look between the horses. It didn't take long before she spotted the one that belonged to the king and she effortlessly pushed herself up the horse, legs sideways on one side. "Need a hand?" She asked with a small smirk, cuffed hands reaching for him.

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Zorya pursed her lips when he suggested she heal him quickly. It was possible --but it would cost them both. "Accelerating the healing process will be very painful for you," she warned, although she had a feeling that would not deter him. It would also leave her drained, vulnerable. If he abandoned her after she healed him, she wouldn't even be able to run away. Even so, she turned to prepare the herbs she'd need; surely the goddess would not have brought her to him for no reason.

Her gaze flicked towards him when he asked if she knew who he was. "I have a guess," she confessed. Who hadn't heard the stories of the new king? She had never seen him in person, so she couldn't be sure, but who else would the goddess intervene to save? "If you are who I think, there are many who would not thank me for saving you."

honesty && vulnerability were worn like badges of honor on the healer witch - if that was indeed what she was - impressing valor as he listened, watched as she moved with grace in her familiar space. hands that were dedicated to life, to light, to putting things back together once they’ve been torn apart. valor’s own were stained in blood && scars, wide && strong from years wrapped around the hilt of a silver edged weapon. they couldn’t be more of an opposite force from one another, and yet - the king felt such a pull to her. thinking of those men, whom he could hear hooting && hollering their victory somewhere in the distance, storming this sanctuary of peace… well, it lit a frustration && a fear in his soul. “ then you had better fix me fast, hmm? “ a slight twist of a ghostly smile, a hint of something like a tease in his eyes. for in his current state, valor wasn’t sure he could conquer a kitten.

“ i wonder what i have done to earn such attention from the deity. “ valor mused, a sigh on his lips. he had been mentored by a mage, one of great power, taught the ways magic could be utilized, but warned of it’s lasting effect. how it would always take a high price, and rarely did the cost outweigh the benefits. should either of them have been chosen for a quest, it likely wouldn’t be a cheap experience. brows knit together, eyes returning to hers. “ so, our meeting was fated then. do you know… who i am? “

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JUPITER ASCENDING (2015) dir. Lana & Lilly Wachowski

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Freya hadn't intended to let it slip just yet, but it was worth it to see the way his eyes lit up. She smiled despite her determination to be sullen for his departure, and nodded. "I believe so, yes." She admitted, a hand passing over her still-flat belly briefly. "So you should be sure to come back alive... it would be troublesome to have to find a new husband with a child on my hip." She meant to tease, trying to pretend that the prospect of his death didn't bother her as much as it did, but the joke felt hollow even to her own ears.

"I will be back soon," he insisted. "This battle should be an easy and quick feat and it's not that far away. Just a week's journey," Broderick smiled. However his wife's last words stilled him in complete shock for a few seconds.

"Wh-what did you say? Ar--are you with child? Am I to be a father??" he asked in wonder, excitement growing within him.

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closed starter for @glittersgcld

Ilara woke slowly, her head buzzing with an unfamiliar pain. It took her a moment to blink through the pain, to realize that she was not in her own bed... looking around, it didn't even look like she was in her own castle. She sat up slowly, reaching for her head, she could feel blood caked into her hair, as the events of the previous night came back to her.

Men had broken into the castle. She remembered hearing the sound of fighting, and had gone to the nursery to get the children. While the guards were fighting, she and one of the nursemaids had hidden the children in a secret room in Maddox's study, but Ilara had to lock the door from the outside. They had caught her, but when she wouldn't reveal where the children were, they decided to take her instead. The king's wife wasn't quite as good a hostage as his children, they'd said, but hopefully they'd get some ransom. Then they'd knocked her out to keep her quiet.

She gulped in air as she realized the gravity of her situation... bars on the windows, and a thick chain wrapped around her ankle.... she was in some kind of dungeon. And if she had her guess, Maddox should be receiving a ransom note any time now.

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Ilara got up off his desk, her skirts falling back into place, she rolled her eyes as she turned to the mirror to make sure that her hair wasn't out of place while he dressed himself again. "I will not follow you unless you give me cause," she protested, putting her hands on her hips as she turned back towards him. "But I will write to you everyday, to remind you why you must come home."

Maddox expected his nerves to calm the moment she agreed to stay, but no such relief came. It felt like a betrayal to use their children to convince her to stay when in truth, their daughters would be safe even if they were both gone. Pulling his pants back into place and righting the rest of his clothes, Maddox let out a long suffering sigh. "Fine, I will write to you every day. You will write me back so that I know you haven't decided to follow after me without cause!"

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"I do not," he answered simply, perhaps predictably. It seemed fair to him, though. She didn't trust him, and he couldn't trust her. He'd spent too long tracking her down to risk losing her because he underestimated her skill in the saddle. "Which is why you'll be riding with me, darling." He added, keeping up his smile even though he was sure the news would not cheer her.

He kept by her side, letting the guards ahead of them lead the way down to the courtyard where the horses waited, already saddled. "Most are," he nodded to her question about the witches. In his search for the witchqueens' heir, he had collected quite a few of the dwindling number of witches that remained. "Most work for me as healers, so there are some in my other forts to look after my armies. The scribes, like you, are here." He answered, glad she was taking an interest in the welfare of her fellow witches.

"The temple we're going to today is located in the wasteland... but interestingly, some of the sources you've been helping to translate seem to indicate that during the reign of the witchqueens, that land was amongst the most fertile on the continent." He told her nonchalantly, as though they were discussing the weather. "I have reason to believe the temple may have something to do with that, and with recent food shortages... reviving fertile farmlands is a priority."

Ruby glanced down at his hands that met with hers before he locked her in those damned cuffs again. Green hues crossed his dark eyes and she sucked in a breath as he tucked a loose red lock from her face behind her ear. "I know very well how to ride." Rubienna followed the king's movements and walked out of the door. She couldn't even remember the last time she had left her chambers. "Do you trust me enough, alone on a horse, though?" She wondered with a small smirk, glancing over her shoulder to peek over at him. "I'm fast."

The redhead walked through the castle, taking in every detail. "What about the other witches you spoke of before? Are they in the castle?" She hoped that her little sister would still be out there, somewhere. "And the temples, what are you looking for?" Many questions, but then again, she was excited to leave.