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ladybalem · 5 years ago

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She-slave's soul - a Confession about Balem Abrasax - part 2 of 3

* SMUT ALERT: 50 SHADES OF JUPITER'S SMUT AS FAR AS THE EYES CAN SEE * PLUS: ALERT OF PAIN. There's a little around here. If you don't like it, don't read it. You've been warned. * Pairing: Balem x OC (Malena) * <18+ it's still not enough for this. Keep it to read only when you're at the university, lol> * * * (continuing...) Excited, Malena obeyed him, getting kneeled before Balem and with no delay she spread her lips and received his length between them with a vulgar moaning of satisfaction as she worked to make it to stiff between her anxious lips, what didn't take no long to happen, while over Malena's head Balem was finishing to tear off one of the long sleeves of her silver dress, remaining just with it in his right hand as he threw the rest of it away at the floor at the bed. And as Balem found himself ready, his sex growing between her lips in an extraordinary way due to the phenomenal attention his she-slave was dedicating it, taking the tore sleeve of her dress he just blindfolded Malena with it, tying it over her eyes. And she moaned in pleasure as, making her then to stop what she was doing, Balem held her by her hair, keeping Malena halted, and that way he began to move his hips with impetus against her face, who held herself to his thin thighs, just letting him to take her entire mouth, while she moaned. Never Balem would be able to put it entirely into Malena's mouth as he seemed to intend to do, and she was truly almost gagging at each thrust of him into her throat; but to listen at his low tone and guttural moans while he was doing that to her was arousing Malena in a way that she abandoned herself to moan out loud as well, superficially breathing, cause the feeling of being possessed and used by him that way it was delicious for her to the point of that there was no words to express as she felt then. And seeming to guess her thoughts, Balem moaned to her in middle of the noises that were escaping from his throat wrapped by the high metal collar: - What is the feeling of being taken this way, slave? Do you enjoy this? It was obvious that she wasn't able to respond him, but it was exactly this what excited Balem the most while doing her this question, and leaving her hair and exiting from her mouth, that for an instant just stayed opened as if her just like didn't comprehend why did he done that, Balem commanded: - To the bed. On your knees and hands, slave. Closing her mouth and swallowing Malena stretched one of her arms into the bed's way behind her, grabbling to it, and she lifted herself up slowly, turning into its direction, still stretching her arms forward, and as they reached the bluish camp Malena felt both of her hands to ascend up weightless, but Balem, pressing the button behind his right ear, turned off the system, and then she got to get over the bed, still blindfolded, the bunch of grapes falling at her side. And crawling Malena went to the center of the large bed, panting by now, and soon she felt he was getting over behind her, taking position on his knees at her back, palming his large hands on the palpitating and trembling shapes of her butts, fawning it in a circular caress until Balem to turn his hands and slide descending both of them palmed through her thighs until they reach Malena's bent knees' back, scratching her skin with his nails as he restarted to come up, repeating the caress as he reached the top again. And then with the fingers of his left hand he pulled apart her fold lips, sliding in sequence the medium finger of his right through the middle of them, and clapping his tongue as he heard her to moan so deliciously and as he saw his she-slave to softly arch her spine, Balem whispered, with a voice that caused her a shiver at the basis of her spine: - So wet - and he slid his finger inside, making it to bend inside her, that once again arched her back and moaned, and pulling it out and sliding it along her femininity again he turned to say - So warm. Your body is imploring for mine. Perfection. - Oh, yes, my Lord, I implore - Malena moaned - Take me to yourself, I implore. A black smile showed on his face, but he stood still a little back on his knees, placing both his large hands on her butts and that time placing apart her fold lips with his thumbs; and inclining down his head he pointed out his tongue and glided it along of her sex for whole from down to up, and being overrun by a trembling Malena moaned out loud: - Oh! My Lord! Balem smiled mysteriously over her sex, proud and satisfied of the power he exerted over her, turning to repeat what he have done once more as his she-slave moaned out loud: - Each part of my body implores for yours, my Master. Each part of my body belongs to you, Lord Balem, use what's yours. I implore! And having that terrible wicked smirk still on his face, Balem with no warning penetrated her at once, pulling Malena to himself with his both hands with strength, his growing nails digging into her flesh at each thrusting. And she abandoned herself moaning out loud, Balem deriving pleasure of the deliciously vulgar way she was expressing herself, and after some good number of deep thrusts given into her with strength, he stretched one of his arms, pulling Malena back by her hair, making her to lift her torso up, and panting the she-slave stood on her knees, falling her head aside as he was asking, roaring on Malena's ear: - To whom do you belong, she-slave? - To you, my Lord, solely to you, my Lord. Balem then slid his free hand along her sweaty and trembling body, keeping on to thrust inside her even at that position, and holding one of her breasts, he tightened it - And will you belong to someone else some other day? - No! I rather die than do such, my beloved Lord! And in a single gesture Balem tore away the blindfold from Malena's eyes, pushing her forward and making her to fall on her hands again, restarting to thrust against her with strength. - My Lord... - she spoke out loud, in ecstasy - Possess me, Lord Balem, possess me... I belong to you, my Lord! Inebriated with the way Malena was submissive to him and with the fact she felt an incredible pleasure with that, panting between his locked teeth Lord Balem felt uncommon desires and desired to satisfy them right there and right then: Bringing his right thumb to his lips, licking it to lubricate it, without stopping thrusting into her, he softly forced his thumb to inside of her back entrance, introducing there just its tip, as Malena moaned slightly in pain by this time, and noticing this, he left to fall from his lips over her a long string of spit, under which warm touch she moaned in pleasure, but he soon forced his finger inside again, then introducing it for whole, and as Balem had never made this to her before the expectation aroused her, although Malena was still feeling pain. And just don't managing for long the hot and extremely tight feeling his thumb was experiencing, Balem desired another thing, and getting out from her while removing his finger as well, he made to fall over her back entrance another long string of saliva, that was only what he had at hand at that moment to make use, quickly placing the tip of his length there. But when he forced it to the inside, Malena moaned and contorted herself in pain. - Relax! - he commanded, both hands stroking along of her buttocks, before to lead them to the curve of her groins and pull his slave to himself. Tears drained from Malena's eyes as his length getting to bend he felt the difficulty to get in, Balem moaning in pleasure now as he was pulling her with a hand of his while with the other he was arranging and holding to himself, forcing his entrance millimeter by millimeter, and with a wicked voice he grunted - You said that every part of your body were mine, and you implored me to use what is mine - moaning out loud she sobbed then, tightening her eyes, feeling him to get in more and more - And THIS is what I want by now. - My Lord, please, make use of mercy! It hurts, my Lord! - Implore me for doing this - he commanded, ignoring her request. - Lord Balem! Getting to keep his length straight and grinding his teeth, making strength against her he entered then to the end, closing his eyes tight shut and retorting his neck back as he let a grunting to scape out, and in a single movement he cringed his belly and just pulled a half out, what made her to moan out loud in agony, and he spoked loud: - Oh, Malena! Perfection! - My beloved Lord, please! - Quiet! Relax! - and he spitted once more, at that time disdainfully, on the half of his own sex that was out before to once again introduce it inside her, starting to thrust on as he was grunting loud, barely supporting the pressure made by her virgin ass around his so potent length, and little by little a strange mixing of pain and pleasure installed itself on Malena, who was still weeping, but that by now restarting to incline her hips up into his direction as before, at each thrust. And the pain was step by step disappearing, and a pleasure she didn't judge before that would exist began to show itself to her very slowly. And inclining himself over her back, getting too on his hands above her, Balem with one of his large hands made Malena to turn her face as he licked up one of her cheeks: - It pleases me the taste of your tears, my she-slave. (to be continued...)

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raven-black102 · 6 years ago

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His Lover A Warrior

(Balem Abrasax X Guard! Reader)

Imagine Being Balem Personal guard and a secret lover.

This is also my very first Balem Abrasax one-shot. Hope you guys like it!

(Y/n)’s POV

It was silent as It was just me and Balem in his throne room waiting for the guess to come in and talk business. “You're quiet.” Balem said softly as I stood by his side. “I’m just thinking my Lord.” I said as I saw a slight frown when I said his title. “I have a sick feeling that one of those men is hiding something.” I finished as I turned to look at him.

This pecked his interest since I was always right with my gut feeling human or not. “You sure you not ill my love?” He asked as he turned to look at me. “If I was then I wouldn’t be with you My Lord.” I said bowing my head slightly. “Stop.” He said causing me to smile at him slightly.

“You know how much I hate it when you call me that.” He said sternly causing me to laugh softly at him and stood straight up. “I am only equal to those that serve you Lord Balem. I am nothing more and nothing less.” I said as I turn to look ahead.

“And that is why I fallen for you.” He said softly as I smiled at him slightly. “You can be more then powerful if you where my Queen. But you refuse just to stand by my side and fight with me instead of hiding away where you can be safe from everything.” He said as I bit the inside my cheek to prevent myself from blushing at him.

“I am not afraid to fight My King.” I said as I saw him smile slightly at what I called him. “Nor am I afraid to die for you.” I added causing him to frown at me. He was about to say something only for me to look at the door as it opened. I frown as I watch Cygnus who held a confident aura around him.

“The next Harvest well happen tell 5 years.” I heard one of the guest said as I felt someone looking at me. I look around as I saw Jace one of my many trusted guard I have. “Well you excuse me.” I said softly as I saw Balem looking at me. He frown but nod his head telling me I could go.

I gracefully walked out taking notice of more them one eyes on me. “(Y/n).” Jace said as I look at him with a raised eyebrow. “What is it?” I asked him as I saw William, Phil, and Andrew here as well. “There are bombs near the gates.” William said causing me to stiffen slightly. “Andrew, Jace find there person who put them there and bring them to me. William, Phil put the bomb on Cygnus Chipper and a tracker.” I said as they bowed there head and smirk darkly as they left.

I smirk ever so slightly as I walked back out towards Balem side. “Someone place bombs at the gate.” I whispered to Balem as nobody seems to notice our little extends of words. “Andrew and Jace went to find the ones who put them there while William and Phil when to put the bombs in Cygnus Chipper." I said softly as I saw his finger slightly twitch.

My smirk never fluttered as I stood straight up and look to see Cygnus looking at me. I raised and eyebrow at him causing him to quickly look away from me and back to Balem who seems to see his stare towards me. “Is there a problem Cygnus?” Balem asked scaring all the guess. “Why do you have that earthling whore with you all the time.” Cygnus asked causing me to laugh at him.

“If I where you. I wouldn’t judge what you see.” I said as I saw the dark look in Balem eyes. I disappeared and reappeared next to Cygnus and placed my dagger on his throat. “If you must know. I’ve probably have killed more people them Balem has ever streaked fear in them.” I said darkly as I saw Balem raised up his hand.

I huffed slightly then took the dagger down and disappeared and reappeared next to Balem again. “Never underestimate my guards Cygnus.” Balem said slightly calmed for what Cygnus called me. “Mistress! We found an Intruder.” I heard Jace yelled causing me to look at Balem.

“Go ahead.” Balem mumbled letting me take full control of the interrogation. “Who hired you here?” I asked softly as if I was talking to a child. The poor boy looked up at me in pain causing me to look at both Andrew and Jace. ‘He was already like this when we found him.’ Andrew said in my mind causing me to nod.

“Who did you see?” I asked again as I crouch in front of him. “There was two other guards I haven’t seen them around here.” The boy said as I placed my index and pointer finger on his chin making him look up at me. “Where they with somebody?” I asked as he nod his head then looked at Cygnus. “It was him.” The boy said then everything happened so quick.

I stood in front of the boy as I felt a sharp pain on my shoulder. “NO!” Balem yelled as Andrew hold Cygnus by the throat in the air while Jace is by my side. “Mistress.” Jace called as I groan slightly. “Fuck it hurt.” I mumbled softly as I saw Balem by my side. “Take him away.” Balem said to Andrew who grins at Cygnus.

“With pleasure.” Andrew said as Balem glared at the others. “Leave us.” Balem said as Mr. Night come back with a healer. “I’m fine.” I said softly as Jace helped me sat up and Balem placed a hand on my lower back. "Master your lossing too much blood." Jace said as I felt my eyes grow heavy.

3rd Person POV

(Y/n)'s eyes grow heavy as Balem started to panic. "(Y/n)? Don't close your eyes. Stay with us." Balem urged as the healer tried there best. "Master this is gonna hurt." Jace said then pulled out the dagger causing (Y/n) to gasp and whimper in pain.

Balem panic as he watch his lovers tried her best not to fall into a deep slumber one that she might not be able to wake up from. Even though Balem and (Y/n) love for each other was secret it was obvious for a few people to see through them. Other think they would make a great king and queen.

"Master your gonna make it. You just need to fight okay." Jace said softly as Balem looked at him. "This is the best I could do." The healer said bowing there head as Balem pulled (Y/n)'s body closer to him. "Thats all your can do?!" Balem yelled as Jace looked at the boy.

"Lord Balem. You are in no position to take charge." Jace said causing Balem to glare at him. "Master told me when your emotion is out of control that William will take charge tell your back to your usual self." Jace said as Balem looked at him then back to (Y/n). "Take her to your room. Then we can see what we can do to Cygnus." Jace said just as William and Phil came in the room.

"What happened?" William asked as he saw Balem pick up (Y/n) sleeping form and carried her bridal Style. "Cygnus. We got to make sure Andrew doesn't have all the fun." Jace said darkly as William nod his head and look out Balem. "Well wait for your orders when you come back Lord Balem." William said them walked away.

To anyone who would have just said that and left Balem would had them killed or scared them to there own graves. But since this (Y/n)'s well trusted guards he had no questions or doubts against them. "Come on boy." Jace said as Balem walked off toward his chambers.

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julia-b00 · 6 years ago

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Stories I am currently working on that have covers (Yes there are others that don’t have covers yet)

Aro Volturi Fanfic

"I am able to see your victims, I am able to see and feel their pain"

Eve is the youngest addition to the Cullen family, she has the gift to be able to see those who died. Still human she goes with her sister and Bella to save Edward from revealing himself. In which led her to meet someone she had no idea would be linked to her.

Zero Kiryu x OC

What if Shizuka Hio had a child with Rido Kuran? what would the child be like...? Her hair, dark as raven wings and her eyes that are able to look deep into his soul.

This is a rewrite of the story somethings have changed however I hope you enjoy!

Marcus Volturi X OC

"Marcus, be patient your fated one will be with you" "Aro, it has been centuries, do you think she will just pop right out of the sky?" And on queue, a blue-haired bride had landed in his arms.

Belladonna a runaway bride from a man who she knew was not right for her and was not the kindest had managed to gain a new husband on the same night. Who knew all you had to do was run up 6 flights of stairs and jump into the arms of a vampire.

Snowman x Oc

Calypso, half human, half vampire. Blade took her in when he found her protecting a human woman from being attacked by a man. Interested by the fact she only feeds off of disgusting humans. He brought her under her wing and trained her how to fight and how to control her "gift".

However when a group of vampires asks Blade to help them hunt down some reapers. Calypsos heart starts to flutter when she is near a certain silent vampire

Thranduil X OC

The children of the night, powerful beings created by the dark lord Sauron. There was once six, but now there's only one.

(A Lord of the Rings/ The Hobbit fanfic story)

Balem x Fem OC

Persephone has the gift of healing and is wanted by not only her fellow Earthlings but by others that are not from Earth. She has been chased, kidnapped and then traded and now belongs to Balem Abrasax.

Handsome yes but too bad this very old man acts like a brat.

Thranduil x Oc story

Andromeda Black a California witch who is wishing for more in her life along with a better love life. Seems like these non-magic boys aren't cutting it. Maybe taking a classic fairytale portal to another world will satisfy her need for adventure.

For a mature audience due to language, and other mature content

Peter Pan x Oc

"You see Harley, Peter Pan never fails," he said with a grin. "And you see Pan, Harley Jinx always wins"

#fanfics #wip #bigwip #aro #twilight #peterpan #balem abrasax #Thranduil #Blade #snowman #marcus #zero kiryuu #Vampire Knight #once upon a time #Jupiter Ascending #the hobbit #lord of the rings

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salteverywhere-blog · 7 years ago

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Welcome!

Welcome to my blog! I’m a fanfic writer! I write for:

-Eddie Kreezer from Hick

-Qwerty Doolittle from Powder Blue

-Newt Scamander from Fantastic Beasts

-Jack Jackson from Pillars Of The Earth

-Gordy from The Yellow Handkercheif

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-Balem Abrasax from Jupiter Acsending

#first post #eddie redmayne #eddie kreezer #qwerty doolittle #newt scamander #jack jackson #gordy #balem abrasax

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archived-ilyana-intaegra · 7 years ago

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desertfyre · 8 years ago

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(Obviously none of the photos are mine…I just manipulated them and put them together.)

Tagline: Balem Abrasax had been prepared for many things in his long life. This however, wasn't one of them.

Preparation is the sequel to my Jupiter Ascending BalemOC fanfic titled Revolution which is the sequel to Fascination.

Preparation is the last installment of the Fascination series. Now officially making it a trilogy!

You can see the rest of my tie-in/posters for Fascination and it’s series here.

#the fascination series #jupiter ascending #balem abrasax

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anodyne-sunflower · 6 years ago

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Love me like you do (Chapter 30)-Balem series

A/N: Woooow, it’s been a minute. To the few who probably still read this, thank you. I hope you enjoy this labor of love, forgive me for the long time between updates lol 🤷🏻‍♀️

MOOD MUSIC: Is that alright? By Lady Gaga

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“I do not waste my own time, little bird...” The gravity of his tone rang through your ears, but it was the expression etched into his features that truly drove the weight of his words home. You hadn’t spent months apart in peace, that much was evident, but you had nursed your own broken heart back to some semblance of normalcy. To see him now, his usually stern eyes mixed with more emotion than you thought him capable of...it destroyed whatever neutrality you had created for yourself back here on earth.

So you sat there, in this palpable silence, hoping beyond hope that Balem would find the words you couldn’t. That would be asking far too much, though, wouldn’t it? Knowing he was never a man to cater his actions to others. Your eyes decided then, to take it upon themselves to simply stare his way, nails pinching your bed sheets as if that motion could somehow calm your nerves. All he did was stand there in this cryptic state, face turned from you now and gazing out the window. It lacked the view of his own throne room, but he still found a way to make that effort.

“Stop...” You managed to meekly call out, courage seeming to disappear as he, once again, stared back at you. It was a painful gaze to witness, and there was this sudden pang of guilt washing over you. You hardly deserved it, that was evident, but it tortured you all the same. Balem was just as much to blame as you, possibly even more so, but seeing that lonely look in his eyes...it caused a loathing towards yourself you didn’t care to carry. “Stop looking at me like that...” your teeth bit down on your lip, worrying away as you no longer held the fortitude to carry on this staring contest. “I said, stop.”

Your breath caught in your chest, that heavy feeling weighing you down enough to the verge of tears. How dare he come here? You thought, knowing every warning you had given him that day you parted, fell on deaf ears. Balem was obviously not one to take orders from others, but you had believed the bit of respect he held towards you would be enough to keep him away. Did he even realize how distressing his visit was? How easily he tore down those defenses you had put up the second he left? How you wanted to scream at him, to push his presence away and reprimand him for every horror he made you witness. Any sane human would do the same, and yet...

You heard his footsteps, each one just as poised as the last, bringing him closer to the one person he dared to care for. Every instinct in you begged to run, to shrink away into the bed and pander to the ache of your own heart’s protection. But, that wasn’t awarded to you and by the time you even felt the compulsion to move, he was already in front of you. He stood tall at your bed, hands clasped behind his back as his eyes peered cautiously down at you. You felt so small sitting before him, like many of those who came to him for aid in all matters back on Jupiter. You hadn’t felt this paralyzed? No...ineffective, that was it, before him in so long. It caused your heart to stir, every beat seeming louder than before until he had the audacity to touch you. It felt fleeting, even though his fingers still held your chin with such a delicate and oddly doting manner. You wanted to look anywhere but him, and while you had that power to do so, his being alone had stolen that from you in ways you could not decipher.

With an easy lift of his hand, you were staring up at him now. Both of your gazes locked defiantly on one another, as if this shared heartache had been the start of some foreign conflict between you. It was an indescribable emotion, the tears welling in your eyes only adding to the tension. You felt that air trapped in your throat, never allowing you a single second to deny him, even when he had the nerve to finally speak to your request.

“Never.” His thumb slid across the slight expanse of your lip, admiring the full pout he had come to crave for so long. Every muscle in his body ached to do more, to perhaps even close that tiny, insignificant gap between you. It took all his self control to fight, to grit his teeth and seethe out his only demands. “I came for you,” he spoke with such emphasis on ‘you’. “and I intend to leave with you.” As if to drive that point home.

With the last shred of dignity he held in him, he knelt down to your level. Giving you those seconds between to follow his every move. You wondered then, if he could hear your heart, beating wildly in your chest and debating every outcome of his actions. Would he do it? Would he throw away all conflict and simply take what he had wanted, or would he realize...that whatever this was, this moment, could be a mistake? One there would be no coming back from.

“Balem,” your mouth ran dry, the tip of your tongue coming out to wet your lips as he seemed to lean closer. Ignoring all logic and instead, for the first time in his life, listening to his heart.

His gaze swept across your features, eyes growing darker with every detail he took in. There was no stopping him, he was well aware of his own limitations, and you were always one of them. “Silence.” He urged, as if your voice was interrupting his admiration of you. “Little bird.” Balem cooed, fingertips tracing over your cheek and finally cupping it. Prior to your entrance, he had entertained many ideas of how this night would go. Losing his resolve this early on, was not one of them. But, he refused to berate himself for that. You were his reason to come here, what should it matter how it all begins again.

“We can’t...” You begged him, watching the corner of his lip turn into the beginnings of a smile. It all but captured your attention, making his advances so much harder to resist. And yet, what was there to combat against, besides that of the undying affections of a man who you so wanted.

You released the breath you had been holding, mirroring his movements now as he dared to lean closer. It was like a pull, gravitating towards him with every breath you took. You had began wondering why you ever left to begin with, why any of this even mattered when all you could do is enjoy it. It was always in these intimate moments you recognized a man who was capable of good, even if he couldn’t see that himself. There was no pain in his touch, no hate in his eyes, and you almost forgot the cruelty with which he held his reign.

“Do not fight it.” Balem whispered, reveling in the proximity of your bodies. He could possibly count the days since he held you, and all those lonely nights had only caused him to wish all the more for this. Your skin felt warm beneath his fingertips, soft and inviting, and the tilt of your head provoked him forward, ending that distance between you.

“Ah,” it was a soft gasp, barely a release of breath as his lips brushed yours deviously, ending that long, torturous desire you had built over the months. It wasn’t even a proper kiss yet, and you already found yourself unraveling before him.

His nose bumped yours, eyes half lidded as he gave himself a second to register this was real. Nothing had changed, you were still heaven to be against, pleasurable to touch and devote himself to. It was a miracle he hadn’t ignored your request to stay apart sooner. “I have longed for this...” Balem’s breath ghosted over your pout, earning a shiver and slight whine from you. It was a pathetic reaction, you believed, but one he absolutely adored. “For too many nights.”

“Balem-“ He never gave you the chance to concede his point, and the second you parted your lips to speak, he pressed his to yours. It was, quite possibly, the very end of you.

Your bodies melded together then, both his palms coming to cup your cheeks as he moved forward and settled you both upon your bed. There was no fight from you, and frankly, you wished he’d take you then. To ravish your body and prove to you how deep his need of you ran. It was all you could do not to tear his blazer open, to loosen that damn gold tie and give in to the carnal desires urging you on. But, that would be foolish, wouldn’t it?

“Don’t stop...” and yet, your mind had other plans.

His lips molded over your own, teeth gently biting at your bottom lip as he begged entrance into your mouth. You eagerly allowed him, the slip of his tongue hot against yours as you moaned. It wasn’t a secret that you hadn’t been with anyone since leaving him, and even if you had wanted to, you were certain nothing could come close to this pleasure.

Balem kissed feverishly across your lips, only parting to travel further across your cheek and to your jawline. He nipped there, missing the delightful exclamations you used to make at the gesture. If not for the current circumstances, he’d of smirked, knowing those gasps and moans were only for him. “You’ve missed this, too.” He accused, pulling away briefly as he pressed your foreheads together. Balem observed you closely, noting the hint of guilt you held in your eyes. “Do you deny it?”

How could you? Whether you spoke a lie or told the truth, he would know. Because, you had missed it. Missed the way he seduced you, the way he kissed you and bestowed passion unlike any other. Even now, you only wanted him to continue on, to kiss you madly and make you his. “No.” You said confidently, bringing your hand up and hesitating inches before his face. But, you braved on, index finger tracing the curve of his cheekbone, and watching as he turned his cheek towards your palm.

It was strange, but no less heartwarming to watch as he closed his eyes, relief filling him as you showed him the simplest of affections. He truly was a man who wasn’t privileged to love in his long life. You almost laughed at the thought, not at his expense, but at the universes. So vast and endless, yet it’s most basic concepts lost on some. “No, I don’t deny it.” You pulled him back down, returning the passion he had kissed you with. You were certain you felt him smile into you, but the moment was fleeting, and all that was left was two people desperately trying to regain time lost.

You wrapped your arms around him, lost in the addictive motion of his lips on yours, fierce and gentle all at once as he tried to further this venture. There was no longer a doubt that you wanted him right now, and if not for his next words, you would have crumpled into his arms and given into the very thing you were frightened of.

“Return with me then, Little bird.” Balem swept his lips across your cheek, inhaling your perfume that was almost weak enough now, he would’ve missed it. But, this close...this close it was still enslaving. “Leave this all behind.”

Between the touch of his hand along your hip, and the devilishly sweet way he kissed you, you nearly fell again. Stumbling into his arms and giving him exactly what he wanted. You had to be smarter now, though, and in spite of your heart you could not pretend life would mold itself into some easy, comfortable and normal way. There was no going back, just as you presumed. Not after everything, there was no going back.

You pushed at his chest, startling the Primary as he removed himself from above you. With ease, you slipped from beneath him, quickly jumping from the bed and touching your lips as if the last few minutes were only a dream. “Why,” You paused in your speech, mind rambling along as you attempted to even figure out what had happened. Between his return, and that kiss...you had lost yourself in the ballad of it all. “I already made it clear, Balem.”

You crossed your arms, wildly going through the stages of anger, relief and yearning. He had almost had you again, grasping you dearly and enchanting you back home. Home...the thought lingered there, your own conscience going against you. It said much that you considered his palace, his planet a home. “Just,” you turned back to him, still stern and stiff as you held your composure and faced him. “Leave.” It was almost a plea, body shaking as you stared at his stoic expression, the only hint of emotion on him being the subtle way he frowned.

“I came here with a purpose,” Balem sneered, trying to reel in whatever patience he had left. “I made that clear.”

“And I made myself clear, the first time!” You screamed at him, the usual care you took not to disturb your neighbors now a second thought. “And yet,” he had some nerve. “You come back here,” With every word your voice broke, eyes stinging as you fought back the tears craving to be released. “And think all it takes to convince me back is..this!” You waved to the entire situation in front of you, the anger you directed at him mostly being for yourself. “I am not your pawn!”

Balem was furious, you could gauge that, but he merely swept a hand through his hair, eyes growing darker as he walked back towards the window. The action must have been a comfort to him, perhaps a small reminder of his home. Where he could gaze out at all his work and glory, and no one could take that from him. “You think so little of me.”

Your absence had hurt him, you were aware, because you felt the same in that regard, but perhaps for the first time you had truly heard the pain you gave him. “That’s,” you released some tension, allowing yourself to let your guard down if only for a second. “That’s not true.” Balem was many things you should have loathed in a person, but the time you spent with him, away from earth, you had grown to love him. To admire him for his intellect, his confidence, and even the way he ruled over others with little fear. His world was a picture of darkness, the greed so ingrained in all of them running amuck it even led to murder, as if that was an everyday occurrence. You couldn’t hold him to the standards of your world, but in kind, he could not hold you to his. “I wasn’t meant for-“

“Enough of this.” Balem cut you off, trying not to frighten you off or make your judgement of his character become reality. He was not apologetic about his work, or his behavior. You do not get to live the life he’s had and pretend there’s any other way. “We are not changing for each other.” He turned to you, a purpose in his gaze as he contemplated his decision. “However,” he reached carefully into his blazer, pulling free a slim black tablet, the one you often saw him carry around his alcazar. “I came here with a compromise.”

Balem sauntered towards you, keeping your gaze as he held the tablet out to you. “I will not forfeit the business I have built, nor do I ever wish to.” He could see the disappointment in your eyes, and the notion scared him. With every second that ticked by he felt himself losing you, and that was not his intentions. “And I,” You were stunning to him, even in your melancholy, he was enamored. It made his words difficult to speak, and as he stopped before you, he reached out, brushing some of your hair aside as he admired the woman he came all this way for. “And I will not forfeit you, either...”

You swallowed hard, attempting to ignore his assurances as he pushed the tablet closer to you. If you admired him for anything, it was his inflexibility to become someone new for you. There were no lies between you, no empty promises he would say to keep you by him. It was because of this, you gave him the benefit of the doubt and took his offering. “What is this?”

“My compromise.” He tapped the surface, bringing the tablet to life as it glowed and brought forth a hologram, a simple sphere with symbols you couldn’t decipher floating around it. It was only when you looked closer, you realized it’s significance.

“Earth?” You glanced back to him, confusion and wonder alike expressed on your features. He simply nodded in affirmation, fingers zooming in on the symbols and writings around it. He looked to you for a reaction, knowing the language would be lost on you.

“It’s a deed, if you will. A claim of ownership over this...planet.” Balem never fancied this world, even if his mother somehow found beauty in it. It was just another means to an end for him, but he was not so unwise to believe it didn’t hold relevance to you.

“I already know you own it.” You spat back, feeling as though he was here to remind you that every living creature on earth belong to him. Including you. It wasn’t a far fetched assumption, because he often carried that fact like some medal he was every bit proud of. So, even when he gave you that affronted look, you didn’t back down. “You’ve made that quite clear in the past, Balem. Or...would you prefer my lord?” You knew it was unfair to throw all your annoyance at him, but it was safer that way, wasn’t it? Hoping you could push him further and further until he broke this calm facade and proved to you that the man you saw him as, was the same one who could so callously slit his own brother’s throat.

“No, Little bird...” He was vexed by your behavior, every syllable that spilled from your lips baiting him to respond. For once, he kept his senses. “All of this,” Balem looked to the window, the city lights painting an almost fascinating portrait to him. There was profit in this planet, a concept he wouldn’t deny he exploited in the past, but he valued only one thing from it now. You. “It is yours.”

If he was expecting any form of surprise, you hadn’t shown it. It’s not to say that you weren’t astonished by his admission, but that you weren’t in the state of mind to believe him. A man who highly regarded all fine things to be the pinnacle of one’s ambitions, to see a human being and decide their only value is that which runs through their veins. No, finding truth in his words would not be as easy as he wished it to be. “Is this a joke?”

A fool’s question, no doubt, because the skeptical look he had bestowed on you caused a sudden guilt to wash over. Balem would be the last person in the world to have humor in him, a strange but fascinating detail you had learned in him.

“I just,” You gazed down to the tablet, the realization that this entire planet could be yours now dawning on you. It wasn’t normal to have such power, and even if he handed it over like some gift it left you confused. He may not understand the weight of this, but you did. “I can’t own a planet, Balem, okay? This isn’t an everyday, normal occurrence for us! Your people can float around and pretend negotiating livelihoods and entire ecosystems is just a game, but it’s not to me!” You held the tablet out to him, spurning his offer and making it clear you had no interest in his business. “I don’t want this, I never did.”

Balem’s eyes gazed to the screen, not even humoring you and retrieving the tablet back. “You misunderstand.” He stepped towards you, frowning when you took one back to keep the distance. If he hadn’t any pride in his own control, he’d of closed it and pinned you to that plain wall just behind, letting you know leaving this planet without you wasn’t an option. “I am not asking you to be a partner, to carry on where I have left off. You wouldn’t even know where to begin.” If he was trying not to insult you, he fell short on that end, but you allowed him his words, having already given him all of yours. “I look to this planet and I see little of worth to it, however...” He inched closer, taking solace in the fact you didn’t move away this time. “I’ve come to realize, for your own reasons, you seem to value it a great deal.”

“They’re people, Balem.” It was a concept you didn’t expect him to grasp, especially when you yourself held no family here. But, you were not without morals, and you couldn’t imagine what it would cost to lose so many to something so vain. “We may not have our own families, but that doesn’t mean the rest of the world is the same.”

“Hm.” He peered down at you, humming his response in such an uncaring manner it almost made you smile bitterly. You could appeal to him all you wanted, but you knew nothing could make him understand. But, in that perhaps, you found the small sliver of kindness he held within him.

“So, then...what is this? If not for me to join you in genocide.”

“You already know.”

“I want to hear you say it.” You pressured him on, meeting his gaze with equal fervor, which appeared to make him smirk. You always were able to stand against him, even if you had feared him once, you never let it bully you down.

“It occurred to me, one day, that in my brother’s death I had inherited all he was worth. If you wish to know, it was barely anything.” Balem moved away, hands clasped tightly behind him as he went back to staring at the night sky. There was still no remorse or regret in his heart, not that you ever expected him to mourn his brother. “I had an unlimited supply of planets at my grasp, each one capable of returning my business to its peak. He offered me nothing that I didn’t already have, you see.”

“So, you didn’t take them?”

“I burned his inheritance to ashes.” Balem turned to look back at you, satisfied that your attention was fully grasped now. “It meant nothing to me, to have a few more sources of Regenex at my disposal. In that same breath, I decided,” His thought turned to the tablet in your hands, clutched so tightly he began to see you register his words. “I could part with one more.”

You stood there in bewilderment, holding back your sigh of relief and endless gratitude he no doubt sought from you. His courtesy to give you such a prize, to give you peace of mind that no one else would perish at his hands, was also so violently mixed with the realization that this was only one planet, and he had no intention of entirely changing that. You, had to be comfortable with such knowledge, and know that whatever choice you made, it would be yours alone.

“Is this bribery, then? To get me to believe this is all worth it?”

“It’s a peace offering.” He stated flatly, giving you his word that all else mattered very little right now, except this moment. “Should you say yes or no, is of no consequence. Earth is yours, whether you will it or not. I cannot...I will not, touch it.”

“Even if I do not go back with you?”

“Even then, Little bird...” Though he seemed visibly hurt by that prospect, he did not speak on it. He took his defeat in grace, should that occur, and it was inspiring to witness. All this time you had come to know him, to love him, he always found ways to attain his desires. Perhaps, now he truly meant to put you before all else.

“Why?”

You heard him audibly sigh, his face growing cold as he tried to ignore the question you had posed to him. He could debate the answer to that inquiry for ages to come, but he feared the time given to him in this moment would not last as long.

“In you I have found purpose, and I fear...that without you,” He struggled to confess his thoughts, the ability to feel so strongly for one person overwhelming him to a point he did not desire to continue. But, you looked at him, eyes searching for the words or meaning you possibly already knew he was exerting himself to explain. “Without you...” He crossed the room towards you, gripping the tablet free of your hands and mindlessly tossing it to the bed. You barely had a second to react, his palm already cupping your neck as he bent down to kiss you. It was fiercer this time, his lips pressed so heavy against yours it almost felt bruising. You whimpered weakly against him, gasping for air as he released you from his hold and stared down at you. His breath was labored, lips swollen from the force of his kiss it only added to his charm. “Without you, I fear I may lose that purpose.”

His hand strayed to your cheek, thumb caressing your skin while he simply admired your beauty. Balem could not fathom the idea of leaving here now, and should you pretend further that you did not wish that as well...he was not certain he was equipped to handle that rejection.

“Return with me, my Little bird. No harm will ever come to you, you will want for nothing.”

“Balem-“ You reached up, gripping his hands in yours and brushing his knuckles softly as he awaited an answer. You felt the weight of the world upon your shoulders, every logical argument in you being beaten away by your heart’s admirations.

“You have me in the palm of your hands, Y/N.” Balem’s confession broke you, made even sweeter by the soft whisper of your name on his lips. You wanted to, admittedly, to go with him and be by his side until the end of your days.

“I don’t know what to say...”

His forehead came to rest on yours, eyes closed as he urged you to say what you both wanted. “You do.”

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A/N: The end~ ....no, I’m kidding there’s one more chapter lol I should just leave it there, though. Cliffhangers, yay!

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ladybalem · 5 years ago

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She-slave's soul - a Confession about Balem Abrasax - part 3 of 3

* SMUT ALERT: SMUT AS FAR AS THE EYES CAN SEE (Alert of that shamelessness you're already warned about) :v * Pairing: Balem x OC (Malena) * * * (Continuing...) - So make me weep of pleasure, my Lord. - Do you implore? - I do implore. And turning to lean his two palms over the bed around her, licking and nibbling at Malena's nape he restarted to draw and then come back in slowly, but the new feeling of her unexplored body was so deliciously addicting that very soon Balem was taking her with strength and speed again, until he feels he was about to finish it. And lifting up from a hand and leaning on Malena's buttocks, Balem pulled himself out quickly with a grunting and holding it in a hand he ejaculated all over of her coccyx, and Malena moaned and sluggishly sighed as she felt herself suddenly empty, and his she-slave received his warm seed all over her heated skin, in excitation. And as soon as he finished, after having covered her with his cum, Balem pulled her to himself at that time lifting Malena up by her nape, slowly sliding his sex by the semen spread by her back in a sensual way, while kissing and inserting the tip of his tongue into an ear of her, Malena's body still trembling of having not yet reached the satisfaction of her desires. And she trembled the most as she heard him to command at her ear, with a firm voice: - Clean me with your tongue, Malena, come. Closing her eyes and sighing in anticipation of the promise of having him again between her lips, Malena awaited Lord Balem to place himself laid down in a languid way over the many cushions before to lower down on her hand palms on the bed around his narrow hip. And in a servile way she began to lick him for whole all around of his navel and under it, descending in sequence to the sharpened angle of his muscled groins, traveling through them her lower lip in veneration, recovering that way all his cum sparkled around as she lifted to his her glance. And with hunger eyes Balem was observing his Malena, deriving pleasure of the feeling of her warm exhalation over his skin. It was easy to do what she was doing cause there was nothing there to molest her: Balem's skin was completely smooth, having not even a single hair along his entire body, and from his groins she went to the top of his thighs, after to the inner part of they both, in sequence turning to get up way again. And it was closing her eyes to his deep look that was still following hers fixedly, and with an exalted sigh, that she finally touched the basis of his penis with her lips, starting to slowly to descend through it while cleaning it, until she reached its tip, to which Malena kissed locking it momentarily between both of her trembling lips, ending it exactly as she had started, when in front of him and on her knees Malena did the same some time ago. And seeing that it wasn't resting nothing more from his cum over his own body already Balem finally told her that it was enough. And feeling to tremble, she heard him ordering her to lay down at his side, what she did slowly, recovering her hands over her own navel and looking at him in expectation while licking to her lips still fulfilled with the taste of the virility of Balem. And saying not even a word he bent over his Malena, who closed her eyes face the sudden approaching of the heat of his skin to hers, and stretching his right arm he ran his hand through under the many cushions ahead, taking from there where it was hidden a long piece of a silk breaded rope, with which he tied her both wrists together over her head. And as soon as he finished doing that, leading his hand to the small button behind his ear Balem pressed it and, tied, panting and entirely vulnerable to him as she loved to be, Malena felt to sweetly ascend in the air with a sigh as the antigravity system was once again turned on. And floating by her side, both of them wrapped by the blue and scintillating aura, Balem brought Malena closer and so he kept her as he raised his left arm, firmly holding her by the restraint on her wrists, and he bent to kiss and bite her breasts, sparkling some marking of sucked kisses and biting all over them and eliciting from Malena with each one of them delicious moans, their both bodies all hot from the excitation and slightly crushing between against the other, Malena's thighs snaking around his for a brief instant that almost made her to choke. And keeping her closer as he was holding Malena by the restraint he was keeping high, Balem slid his free hand between her thighs, don't stopping to do what he was doing to her breasts not even for a second, giving then pleasure to her with his experienced fingers. And when Balem finally saw that Malena was close, cause he well knew the way she used to moan or contorted herself when she was, taking the antigravity in his advantage Balem just softly placed the hand on her hip, making her body to slowly and weightless spin in the air for a moment, and with strength he stretched one of his thighs between hers as he pulled herself to him with both hands placed by now at her hips. And as him strongly pulled Malena at the same time he brought his thigh up and made it to rub on her in a sharpened angle, bringing her wrists to ahead of her chest and holding to Balem by one of his shoulders with just the fingers of one of her hands, Malena finally reached her peak, moaning out loud as she tilted her head back. And with pleasure stamped in his green eyes, deep as black holes, Balem witnessed her to completely get out of herself for some brief seconds, delighting himself with that sight he had, holding her to himself until Malena to recover her consciousness. And using his teeth to set her hands free again, Balem just stood away from her, raising a hand without to look at her and he then said, with a suddenly bored expression: - You are dispensed. Taking a deep breath, Malena blinked some times before to turn herself slowly, taking a little impulse to get out of the antigravity field, sitting at the edge of the bed for a while, actually desiring to stay, but she could never to beseech him such, cause it would be something that opposed itself to the command he had gave her. And turning her face to Lord Balem, who yet absent-minded from her presence, was floating by his back straight ahead of her, with her face low Malena lifted up, taking from the floor the ragged dress and dressing it up as she could the most quickly and in the better way as possible, and holding at the pieces of it against her shapes with both hands Malena heard his voice at her back: - Mister Night, you may come and take the she-slave. We have already finished. Turning into him for even one more time, the Balem's she-slave saw him to examine his own nails in a disinterested way, and lowering her face and placing a lock of hair behind her ear, Malena exited the bedroom holding to what have rested of her dress. On the outside mister Night grabbed her by an arm, hurrying her through the long corridor, quickly returning Malena to the harem cause he was yet wanting to recover himself to rest and he was quite anxious for doing it. And as the wide door opened and she got in, all the other women inside there, with no exception, looked at her as if measuring and judging the state of complete disorder of her clothes, hair and whole features with eyes flashy of envy, as Malena very quietly was passing through them, holding to her ragged dress. And as she reached her wardrobe and dressing table she changed herself very slowly, dressing a nightgown, carefully keeping the silver dress to inside of a small chest, to the contrary of all the other women who used to throw away their destructed clothing, cause Malena was used on feeling pleasure at the occasions of prolonged absences of Balem by taking to that ragged and torn clothing in special, to remind him and remind the things he have done to her at each one of these occasions. And she laid down in sequence, as she started to hear a soft sound of several muttering voices around that started to run through the whole harem and, although Malena knew they were talking about her, she didn't care about that. Her mind was busy with another thoughts the most important for her at that moment. All of a sudden starting to remind the last hours she have spent at Lord Balem's chambers, Malena softly cringed herself and smiled, very slowly lifting up her clothing from above of her breasts to spy at the many teeth marking he had left on them and to which were already starting to get purplish all over her skin. And with a little smile dominating her lips she made a wish to these marking to don't vanish very soon, desiring this way as like to remain with something coming from Balem with her, and that way, seeing them, Malena could for a long time to keep on dreaming with her Lord and Master, even that it was alone at her small bed, daydreaming with the next time to be called, craving with every fiber of her being that it could be very soon. And desiring that Balem could have soon another subjects to deal with there at Jupiter and, getting remembered of that night, he once again would request her, and that he then would do again everything, exactly everything he have done with her that night again, biting her lip with a flirting smile Malena closed her eyes, feeling like she had never been so completely HIS like that night. And nestling to her scented pillow, her lips murmured very lowly, without she could notice what she was doing, just as if like her lips were doing that by their own will: - My beloved Master Lord Balem! * * ***************************** * MY CONFESSION TO PRIOR PHILIP: Me, of sins, I have no one; will need to confess and pay severe and very heavy penitences the ones who had read this shamelessness stuff being aged under 18, prior. That's everything I know. The Church of Delights will be crowded? I know it will. It won't to fit not even the half part of the people inside here? Sure not. You won't be up to the thing of listening to how many confessions and to give so many penitences? Hum, well, I'm so sorry, but I can't help you about this. The only thing I can do is pray for you, asking the Gods to give you strength at that hard moment. What do I intend with my praying for you? Prior! Nothing, absolutely. What's that? Ask Jack. I pray for him and he for me almost everyday and no one never charge anything for the other as a pay back. What an ugly thing is to even think about such things. I'm a woman with a lot of faith, and I pray not expecting payment, cause I'm charitable. I give everything always for free. By the way, excuse me, cause I'm going to begin it right now, cause time is something precious and I don't like to waste it. *kneel down and start to pray* AMEN LORD BALEM!

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Some Dreams Can Be Real - a Confession about Balem Abrasax - part 2 of 2

* SMUT ALERT: SERVILE SMUT AS FAR AS THE EYES CAN SEE * Pairing: Balem x OC (Mirage) * * * (continuing...) Opening her eyes and letting Balem to dive his beautiful green ones inside hers, Mirage didn't get to respond nothing to what he had said, the words, all of them, fainting on her throat, and pulling her hair back slowly, to uncover her ear, Balem whispered: - You are sweaty. - My bedroom was sultry, my Lord. Still smiling his malicious smirk Balem took his hand away and withdrawn some few steps, leaving Mirage where she was, and just then she noticed the absurd of what she have said, cause all of the ambiences were kept in a constant temperature of no more than 72*F degrees. Mirage, actually, well knew that what had inflamed her body that way it had been the dream she had with him, and not the ambience's temperature. - Are these the clothes you wear to sleep at your bedroom? Momentarily getting out of the trance, Mirage descended her eyes to her own clothes as she moaned - Yes, my Lord... Forgive me for I haven't changed myself. - Your clothes do please me. Now come. And listening to that, Mirage turned her face to him, seeing he had sat down at his high throne ahead, and readily getting up she addressed herself to Balem, skillfully placing herself sat over her ankles and starting to handle the things which were already disposed there: Mirage arranged the gold basin ahead of him, putting inside of it some cold water from a jar, and in sequence heating it with the hot water that was bubbling on the heater by her side, then turning it off in sequence, and lifting up the long and transparent left sleeve of her nightgown Mirage tried the water's temperature at the inner curve of her elbow, noticing that it was perfect, and quickly taking the scents and dropping them into the basin, she raised her glance to her Lord for a while before to stretch her hands to one of his heels, holding it and placing Balem's foot over her thighs as Mirage started to lift up the hem of his trousers slowly, and as she was finishing to do it to the second one, she found herself looking at his feet, inebriated. Mirage couldn't say the reason why, but she found Balem's feet very beautiful. Lanky, quite white, its very smooth skin. She well knew the real age of Balem, but it just only fascinated her the most about Balem having that teenager skin. And with both hands, in a real ecstasy, she slowly caressed his bare foot, then lowering herself down to kiss it, slowly getting up through along of its chest with little wet kisses, inhaling breath between one and another. And as she came to his heel, Balem just lifted the foot from her lap and with it he caressed her face, and sighing Mirage closed her eyes. How much she loved when Balem caressed her face with his feet... with a smile, Mirage let him to slide it along her jawline, and as he finally touched her palpitating lips, Mirage opened her eyes raising her face to him, who from the heights of his high throne and glory was deigning himself to look at her, at her, and she felt happy and grateful for belonging solely to him. And as he took off his foot, Mirage slowly put it inside the scented water, before to do the same to the other one, and taking a soap bar, she bathed both carefully, letting them to soak again in sequence; and getting up, Mirage asked: - Do you desire a chalice of wine, my Lord? In a slow and slightly bored manner he motioned a hand into her way, and turning into the little table aside she poured wine into a chalice, delivering it to Balem, who took it without to look at her, having a little sip, as Mirage returned to sit on her heels ahead the gold basin, to which she soon stretched her hands, taking one of his feet off from there and starting to dry it with a smooth towel. - I thought I would wake you at this hour - Balem said, between a sip of wine and another - I thought I would interrupt your dreams. Feeling to turn red, Mirage took off his other foot from the basin, starting to dry it as well, and she said under a breath: - I've... I've been dreaming this night, yes. - And was it a good dream, Mirage? She raised her glance up to him, just to see Balem to lick his lips after a sip of wine, and it didn't help her not a little, who at that point was already able to imagine the taste of the wine on his tongue, as it would to snake itself around hers. And swallowing Mirage lowered her eyes to his feet again, as she whispered: - Yes, my Lord; it was a good dream. - Won't you tell me? Averting the basin away and taking a little bottle of scented oil, Mirage whispered, almost inaudibly: - I don't dare to, my Lord. - Don't you dare? - Balem smiled maleficently, taking a long sip that time, as he said - So may I guess your dream was about me, Mirage? Once again Mirage's heart discharged on her chest. It was quite incredible the power Lord Balem had upon her, that power to take her out of herself, to take her out of the ground, to drag her in body and spirit to the spheres, to the stars... as doing nothing more than just to address her his grave, paused and harsh voice, doing nothing more than to breath around her; and trying to control herself, she poured two oil drops at a hand palm of hers, rubbing it to the other one then quickly, and taking his right foot, Mirage placed it over her thighs, after having raised and averted from them her nightgown, starting to massage it slowly, along all of its sole and then to each finger of his. And only after some minutes Balem turned to speak again: - Sometimes the reality can be better than the dreams, beautiful Mirage - and he emptied his chalice - If we dare and have the courage to abandon ourselves - and he stretched the chalice into her way, who leaving his foot for a while, took it and returned it to the table keeping her head down, then sitting at his feet again to do the same to his other foot. And as Mirage finished, she kissed both still a last time, before to put down the hems of his trousers again, and she asked him, with lowered eyes: - What do you desire from me now, my Lord? Order and I'll do. With no word, in a slow way, he offered her his left hand, and hesitating for a single second Mirage offered him hers, getting up, and Balem with no warning pulled her into his lap, where he placed his she-slave sat down, and Mirage sighed in surprise. And taking her by one large hand on her thigh and another on her face, passing his long arm by Mirage's back, he inclined himself to whisper into her ear: - Have you ever imagined that some dreams can be real, Mirage? Slowly sliding a hand along of the arm of his that was holding on her thigh, Mirage whispered, closing her trembling eyes: - How could it be possible, my Lord? - I could... - and Balem was gliding his wet lips through her ear, slightly sucking on the smooth part of her earlobe before to whisper - I could actually to be a devil who invades your bedroom at the deep of the night... To invade your dreams... and possess you. And he was saying this while gliding his fingers along of her jawline, until to introduce his index finger on her mouth, to what Mirage instinctively reacted, closing her lips around it and sucking on Balem's long finger, with a sigh of delight, while she lifted her other hand to caress at his arm to which he was doing that, eliciting that way from Balem a sigh against of her ear, to where he inserted the tip of his tongue. And as he freed her lips Mirage moaned under a breath: - But my Lord isn't a devil. - No? And what am I, Mirage? - My Lord is an angel. And smiling Balem slid his nails through her lips, softly biting on her jawline, having both of his arms caressed by his Mirage under an insistent and soft way, and pulling her face to his with his enormous hand he tightened her ear between his lips, and then he whispered there: - A fallen one? - No... An angel of light, an angel of glory. And descending his right hand in a brusque gesture from her face to her thighs Balem lifted Mirage's nightgown up, getting with his hand up through under it and grabbing at her left breast with strength, digging into it his nails, and biting a lip she tilted her head back, nestling her face to his, as Mirage moaned under a breath: - My Lord... My adored Lord... My... My beautiful angel descended from the stars to make me venerate you and to give me pleasure! And lifting her hand to reach Balem's face that was panting over hers, Mirage was offering him her lips for a kiss, crazily craving to take the initiative but fearing that he would repel her, and breathing his inhalation and throwing hers on his, Mirage, instead of doing this, heard Balem to say, as he was kneading her breast uninterruptedly and gliding his other hand between her thighs: - It pleases me the way you venerate me, Mirage. It pleases me the way you kneel yourself, submissive, at my feet. Their lips were by now millimeters of distance between, almost rubbing between as they two were breathing and exhaling through them nervously, and even so Balem didn't kiss her, the growing tension becoming almost unsupportable, and Mirage whispered so, so lowly then, that Balem only heard her because he was so close: - And does my Lord desire me to kneel down in front of you now? - No - he responded her at the same tone - Now I want YOU. And saying this Balem finally covered her lips with his, stealing all of her breath, and moaning Mirage cupped his beautiful face, the delicious taste of wine in his warm saliva invading her mouth, and internally she thanked heaven for that intense happiness. * And when, they two being already naked on the large and smooth bed, Lord Balem finally bended over her, lifting Mirage's legs with his enormous hands to wrap them over his narrow hip, opening her to himself, Balem penetrated his she-slave with his so well endowed and incredibly hard length, descending to the bottom of her body as with a shiver she contorted herself, having a grunting that he let to scape out over her face as he was plunging his nails into the smooth flesh of Mirage's thighs, Balem started to impulse his hips back and forward against hers, her body so opened and under exposure for him, and feeling out of himself Balem sighed against her face. And smiling Mirage was holding him with strength to herself then: - You are my favorite, Mirage... Among all of them - and Balem bit her shoulder after having did it to her neck, and then he whispered - Among all of them! And smiling and moaning under the weight of his body over hers, Mirage thought to herself: "And you, Lord Balem, you're my one and real love". But she kept to herself these words. * And as then sat over his firm and smooth thighs she felt him to make her a gift with the heat of the seed of his ultimate pleasure, flooding her for whole by her insides as he closed his eyes, slightly retorting his neck back, Mirage ceased all the movement, then just holding him and breathing against Balem's seized face. And for a short while they two remained there, connected between, as into a dreaming state she kept caressing the smooth skin of his shoulders. And for a second Mirage found herself desiring that that seed could fructify, so she could have the honor of having something of Balem growing inside her... But it was just a dream. Laying her down, Balem slid out of his slave who, feeling herself emptied of him, moaned and sighed under a breath, and giving her a last wet kiss on her neck, Balem sighed then: - You may return to your bedroom now. Desiring to stay but as well desiring to obey him over anything, Mirage experienced a moment of dilemma before to finally and slowly to get up, taking and slowly dressing up her nightgown, as with her eyes down she addressed herself to her owner once more: - As you allow me, my Lord - and as he waved her, Mirage moved herself into the doorway, where she halted as she heard Balem to call her name, and anxiously Mirage lifted her face into the bed's way, yet don't getting to see him on it from where she was then, but delighting herself along with the words he addressed her: - Mirage... - and he took a brief pause before to complete - Dream with me - and he seemed to take a breath before to end his sentence - This is a command. * * ***************************** * MY CONFESSION TO PRIOR PHILIP: Prior! Once more here we are wrapped by dreams, my venerable prior. What the guilty we could have on that? Hum? Guilty I am, cause it's the second time that my Confessions generate dreams to my venerable readers? My Lord! OOps, I mean, my Prior! Don't put that terrible blame on me, I implore! OOps, well, you're getting what I mean. I wouldn't not even to write such things, you well know, I just did it to attend to the requests and, just as always, my intentions were, are and will always be the best. Because with dreams the life is too much more pleasing, prior. Hum, this remind me of something. Do you, prior? About what do the monks dream? The holy spirit's little dove? What? "On your knees now and start praying"? Ok. Here we go again. There are days in which you look like Lord Balem, prior, when you're authoritarian this way. Ouch. AMEN, LORD BALEM!

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Some Dreams Can Be Real - a Confession about Balem Abrasax - part 1 of 2

* Mirage is one of the many she-slaves of the powerful Lord Balem Abrasax, who spend the nights at her bed daydreaming with the opportunity of being requested to serve him, because she lives for it, and her entire being is devoted to please him, honor him and let him to use her the way her Lord and Master as well desires to. Because more than to herself, her own life belongs to Balem, and its sense and reason is her total submission to her powerful Master. * Pairing: Balem x OC (Mirage) * This one is dedicated to my beloved and beautiful Mirage, who had a dream about Balem and then told me, cause he's her Lord and she venerates him... So, she deserved me to write it. * * * His sight in front of her it was practically a Devine vision. Ah... The adoration she nourished by her Lord and Master Balem... Not even herself had the words to describe it not even to herself at all the times, just like this, when she found herself in front of his glorious presence, where everything tried for to make her totally inebriated: The color and the deepness of his hunger eyes which like as used to devour her at each glance, the unsoundable promise of the smoothness of the touching of his extremely white and smooth skin, his voluptuous lips and the promise of their erotic touch, his large hands ornate with rings moving themselves slowly into her direction to give her mute commands, to which she craved so much to obey, his delicious smell... Looking at him and awaiting to serve him, waiting to be touched by him, craving to taste his taste, it was already by itself a delighting, and Mirage couldn't find the words to thank the fact of belonging to Balem, to whom her submission it was her biggest pleasure. Just as like as if she had been born and as if she existed just to belong to her venerated Lord, and for nothing more. Balem was her whole universe, and Mirage, she was his most loyal and ardent of all of his she-servants. Negligently laid down on his deck chair at the veranda, with his sensual and perfect thorax naked under his high metal collar which used to wrap his neck all the time, and leaned on some huge cushions embroidered with gold thread, Balem sluggishly raised up his glance and then in sequence his hand to the small marble table at his side, taking from over there a chalice of wine already emptied, with an uninterested glance stretching it into Mirage's direction before to deviate his eyes away, as he started to sight the orange tone color sky of Jupiter. And she, humbly prostrated there on her knees aside the deck chair in front of him, entirely submissive to his being and presence, as she liked to keep herself in sign of veneration and respect, Mirage quickly lifted her arms to the jar of sweet wine over the small table, carefully and servilely filling his chalice to the half, and with an unnamable pleasure she saw Balem to lead the crystal to his lips, taking a small sip, before to turn his eyes again at her beautiful face, who was admiring his in silence. Softly lowering her glance as she hadn't enough forces to sustain his for so long, that with the strength and the magnetism of a black hole used to suck to inside of his green and deep eyes to her own, Mirage placed the jar back to the table before to get to look at him again, and Balem had still his eyes fixed upon her, but by now flowing his glance over by the jewels which were adorning her deep low-neck, at what her, don't getting to contain herself, sighed under a breath. Once again leaving the chalice aside, Balem slightly licked his lips before to arrange himself over the pretty rich cushions, and with his glance still fixed upon his favorite she-slave he very slowly raised his right hand into her way, and seeing it, Mirage felt her heart just to discharge inside of her chest in expectation, her blood flowing hot and fast through all of her body, face the mere promise of his touch on her heated skin, feeling anxious for his divine touching. And as Balem approached his hand from Mirage's face, she already getting to feel the heat of his presence so close to her, as well to his masculine and delicious smell, Mirage closed her beautiful eyes, letting out a sigh, a great heat going through her whole body in a second. But before he could effectively touch her, Mirage all of a sudden went into a deep fright, waking up in her wide bed covered in silk in her particular bedroom at the harem of she-slaves of Lord Balem at his palace in Jupiter. Panting and sighing Mirage looked around, leading both hands to her face, to which she smoothed at a length, averting her hair and the sweat, cause her movement as she raised waking up and getting sat up on the bed in a sudden it had made to the automatic lights to turn on in a delicate fade-in, and the dim-light of the golden clearness which spread itself around was bringing her again into reality. All of that had been just a dream; and closing her eyes, Mirage sighed, sliding a hand along her panting chest over her nightgown. Although she was still feeling herself on the clouds due to the wonderful dream she had had, the sky in which she was it was a sweet mixture of heaven and hell, cause at the same time Mirage felt like she was burning, inflamed by the touch of Balem's hand that not even had been real, and biting her lip Mirage lowered her feet down to the ground, taking some more seconds breathing and retaking the breath, and she sighed: - Oh, My Lord... Lord Balem - and she slightly fanned herself with a hand, then leading it to her nape, to which she softly tightened as she lowered her head, closing her eyes for a moment - For everything that's the most sacred... How... How I miss you - and in a single movement Mirage got up from the bed, giving a short walk by the bedroom in a quite confused way - The nights I spent on praying to the gods, asking that I could have soon the pleasure and the honor of serving you, my adored Lord. Why... Why don't you call me, there's so many nights... How I suffer without you, without your divine presence... Oh! - and Mirage once again fanned herself, feeling a heat that was making her to perspire under her thin nightgown, and suddenly sliding two fingers along the low-neck between her breasts Mirage decided to get out and inhale a bit of fresh air, addressing herself to the doorway very quickly. On barefoot as she was and wearing the nightgown and nothing more over her body, Mirage opened the door, getting out and taking a small corridor which led to the left, walking along it quickly, until she reach a sliding crystal door at the end of it, that opened at her approaching, and as the veranda's air hit her face, bringing along with it the flowers' scent, Mirage sighed, closing her eyes and halting for a second, before to carry on walking. There outdoors the air was fresh and scented, and she walked through her particular garden, with pleasure feeling the fresh grass under her feet as Mirage was stepping it, the hologram of a nocturne and very dark and starlit sky above her, the silver light of the two moons lighting her way, exactly as it have been in her home planet; a petting that Balem had ordered to build to be given to Mirage as a gift. Her garden was her small refuge, a little copy of her own planet, to where she used to came to refuge herself when she was missing her past. But nowadays the only thing Mirage could miss it was Balem, and nothing more. Just as like if he had become an addiction for her. She craved for his presence, for his touch, for anything that would come from him, anything that could bring him to herself. She wasn't able to tell when it have started, not even why; she just had woke up one morning and realized he had become the reason of her life - and sighing at this thought, she sat over a large plain stone that there was aside one of the many fountains, and by the moons' light Mirage sighed, wetting her fingers on the cold water and leading them to her temples, then to the valley between her breasts, trying to refresh herself a little from that heat she was feeling. And lowering a hand to the fountain from time to time she kept looking at the sky, guessing it should be round midnight by now, and she found herself saying under a breath: - It's already a week since he arrived in Jupiter... Why didn't he request me? Could it be... - and wetting her nape Mirage lifted her hair high with both hands, as she was sliding her palms wet in cold water through her hair - Could it be possible he forgot myself? - and this simple thought broke her heart, to which she felt to ache in a sudden, and Mirage moaned - How much I suffer... My Lord... And leaning on to the high inclined stone she began to look at the almost unnoticeable movement of the two moons, her eyes losing themselves in their beauty, which wasn't yet able to gladden her spirit no more just as it was in the beginning, and Mirage sighed, feeling very sad, distracting herself from anything around and spending there she couldn't say how much time, starting to remember past moments lived side by side with Balem along that time since she had been brought to him, and these memories transported Mirage to very far from there; so far, that when she heard a voice ahead she frightened herself, raising her torso up in a hurry: - Mistress Mirage... Why are you here at that time? The irritant voice of mister Night took her out of her sweet thoughts, bringing Mirage back to the sad reality, and she sighed in a sad way, as he, with his syncopate walk, was approaching her quickly, clearly unpleased for being wetting his velvet shoes on the wet grass, and as he placed himself at her side he told her, retorting his albino and nervous hands between: - Why aren't you at your bedroom? I've been searching everywhere at this... - and he gave a disdainful glance around - garden of yours - and lowering his glance to his own shoes unpleasedly, he complained - I can't comprehend what you mistress see in this place. And Mirage was actually so sad that she just couldn't get, as she looked into his pale and strange figure, grayish the most under the cold light of the two moons, to find out the reason why he was searching for her at that time of night, and deviating her glance from his unpleasing figure to the sky, Mirage moaned: - What do you want, mister Night? I want to be alone. - But I think it's better to reconsider your desire, you mistress - squeaked him, in a cynical way - Because my Lord is requesting your services. Now. * Mirage could barely believe in her ears that instant and she still couldn't believe until she find herself in front of the high doors of the personal dwellings of Lord Balem, which opened almost without a noise, Mirage feeling a little blush for the guards, trying to cover her breasts with her arms, just because mister Night hadn't left her to not even change her clothes, the too much hurry he was to deliver her to his Lord, but actually none of them were looking at her; and soon they two entered in, the albino little man with some kind of a rat expression beforehand on her way, going into the direction of the large bed in the middle of the dwellings, halting and taking a respectful bow to Lord Balem, to whose voice Mirage then heard to sound, bored as always, and she hadn't seen him yet, just stopping and standing respectfully next to the door: - Finally, mister Night. Can I know the reason why was it so difficult for you to bring me the she-slave I ordered you? Your capacity is by perchance decreasing, mister Night? Shall I order another personal servant? - Away from me such things, my Lord - he said, in a servile way - She wasn't at her bedroom, and... And although Mirage wasn't able to see from where she was, she knew that the sudden interruption in the hurry speaking of the little man it was certainly due to Balem who should have raised him a hand in sign of a command for him to shut up, and it was exactly what had happened. And once again she heard Balem's voice, what at that time caused her a sweet shiver in the basis of her spine: - Leave us alone. - As you allow me, my Lord - said mister Night, taking a bow and getting away quickly, and as soon as the door once again closed at her back the bass toned and harsh voice of Lord Balem once again made itself to be heard in the silence of the room: - Come closer. Feeling to slightly shiver Mirage addressed herself in silence into the bed's direction, until she could to see him languishly laid down on it, wearing only a very skinny black leather trouser and the jewels of habit, lazily tearing off grapes from a bunch and taking them to his own mouth, and when their glances met between, Mirage felt herself just as like if she had been hit by his power, her lips assaulted by a soft trembling, and readily prostrating on her knees in front of him Mirage lowered herself doubling herself almost to the floor as she took a bow and whispered: - My adored Lord... About what can I be useful to you? Order me and I'll do everything. And here she was, exactly as she was in the dream she had a little ago: Humble, servilely prostrated in front of her Lord and his inebriating presence, and in silence they both spent the next minutes, Balem slowly chewing while scrutinizing his beautiful she-slave with inquisitor eyes. And raising at him her own, anxious to serve him, Mirage asked: - Do you want me to serve you the grapes, my Lord? - No - his voice sounded, harshly - It was not for this that I called you - and in a slow gesture he threw the bunch of grapes aside and getting up from the bed, as Balem, getting to his feet, approached Mirage, to which breathing and heartbeats, without that she could evict it, suddenly increased. And when Balem placed himself ahead of her, he said - I called you to bath my feet - and Mirage slowly flew her glance up along of his tight trousers, raising it up through his wonderful thorax, until it to reach his face, and just then he turned to speak again - Are you disappointed? - Absolutely, my Lord - Mirage said under a breath - My only happiness is to serve you, with body and soul. Stretching the corner of his lips almost imperceptibly in a sardonic smirk, Balem placed his right hand on her hair, as Mirage, being tremble, blinked her eyes at a length, and as he was running his fingers between them, Balem whispered with a wicked voice: - The most with your body, I can guess. (to be continued...) *****************************

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She-slave's soul - a Confession about Balem Abrasax - part 1 of 3

* Malena is just one among the many sexual she-slaves of the powerful Lord Balem Abrasax, who spends her nights at his harem daydreaming with the opportunity of being requested to serve him, because she lives for it, and her entire being is devoted to please him, honor him and let him to use her the way her Lord and Master as well desires to. Because more than to herself, her own life belongs to him, and its sense and reason is her total submission to her powerful master. * Pairing: Balem x OC (Malena) * <I prefer Balem at his masochistic 50%, but today we have him at his dominator half, and we can say he's 100% heavy metal today, lol, wotz. Y'know, like, owner of the entire situation? So... Literally, hehehe. Well, I don't know very well to do the submissive woman, I think not, but, after all, I gave my best. Also literally. A kiss and call me> * * * Kneeled and with her head down beside the huge bed at the empty dwellings of Lord Balem Abrasax, with her long and dark hair all over her face, having her heart on her throat, Malena was awaiting for the dwellings' doors to finally open and bring her her Lord, Master and Owner to inside of the silent of the enclosure sweetly smelling of amber and musk, cause it there was yet a long time she feverishly awaited for the chance to be requested by him again. Because she was part of the Jupiter's harem, where Balem truly didn't spend most of his time, and also because the she-slaves there were too many, there was uncountable nights since the last time he had requested her. All the times that went to the harem the news that Lord Balem had landed in Jupiter, the women turned into a real commotion of the expectation of knowing who of them would be the chosen one, cause actually all of them wanted the honor of being that one to which he had remembered as he arrived, and every night, when mister Night appeared at the door with the keychain hanging on his little and albino nervous hands, Malena was just one of the many ones who used to lift up from where she was in the expectative of being called, and who got frustrated as seeing another one to be called in her place. At the last chance he had been in Jupiter Balem stayed there several weeks, and she haven't been called not even a single time; and it there was a long time since he had came to Jupiter. So, that morning, when the news that the particular crusader of Lord Balem was attaching at the docks arrived, she had thought she would maybe have an opportunity, but when Malena knew he would spend just a single night before his return back to Orous, with sadness she put away any hope she would have to be the chosen one. So imagine which it was Malena's surprise (and the general envy of all the other harem women around), when that night mister Night called her name at the door, nervously gesturing his hands into her direction for her to hurry up. The surprise Malena felt haven't abandoned her yet, actually, and as soon as Night left her there and just went away, Malena, in a servile way, although it wasn't required from her, she had placed her to wait on her knees for her Master, that it was, according to what Malena used to believe, the way a she-slave should wait for her owner. And she was still trying to control her feelings when the door did finally slid, opening itself, and she heard to sound around the light steps of Lord Balem, her heart discharging into her chest without that Malena could avoid it. And although he was coming in barefooted, without his boots, and due to that his steps weren't sounding around and secretly she prefered when he came wearing them, cause Malena nurtured by his boots a secret fetish, she quickly passed her tongue through her lips, feeling her hands to tremble while palmed over her thighs, as Malena more felt than heard his presence ahead of her, and she kept in the same position, including lowering her head even a little more, in a sign of respect. Without not even a little hurry of getting himself served of her, Malena listened as Balem messed in the fruit trays on the table and as he served himself a chalice of the wine that was there at the jar at its centre, and she noticed how he seemed to be drinking it standing still, cause the she-slave didn't heard no chair's noises around, her eyes closed under the long hair that was covering her face. And imagining if he would still delay some more to come and take her to himself, Malena was feeling to get the most tense second after second, being almost able to feel her blood flowing through the veins along of her body, but specially already flowing into its center's direction, to right between her thighs, to which the woman was already feeling to heat only due to the delicious smell of Balem that she could feel in the air, and to which Malena so well reminded since the last time. And she have awaited for so long. Malena have been brought still a virgin girl to Lord Balem some time ago, what have been made him to pursue some sort of fond for her at the beginning. But Balem was the kind of man to whom the news didn't use to get grip for so long, and soon Malena was relegated to the same level of the other slaves, what actually had annoyed her a little at that time. Balem was never tender to no one of them, although he wasn't a selfish lover in search of his own satisfaction only, but he was far from not even to seem to be affectionate to the woman who shared the bed with him, would this one be whoever she was; but as like Malena have never had another man her entire life, she had just as like created and nurtured some enchant for him in her mind, to don't say in her heart, and all Malena could say it was that she just used to love everything he used to do to her and the way he did it, could this be due to Malena just didn't know another way, or could this be that way because she was submissive in her essence. With a trembling the woman felt that he approached her, halting just ahead of her, and when Balem without a warning just ran the fingers of his right hand through her long dark brown hair, lifting up Malena's head in a single gesture, opening her eyes the woman panted, letting out a sigh, as she semi closed them as he bent her neck back. Towards and above the she-slave there was Balem, his smooth and sensual thorax resplendent in front of her eyes, entirely naked over his over low trousers and under his black cloak, and in a great ecstasy Malena slid along it her glance, Balem feeling intensely pleased about the way she looked at him with that veneration. And leading the bunch of purple-bluish grapes he had at his left hand to his lips and tearing off from it one of them without to take away from her his eyes and without to left her hair, after he have chewed and gulped it he whispered with his bass toned and paused voice: - Malena... The only one of my she-slaves who awaits for me on your knees... This pleases me - and he pulled between his teeth another grape from the bunch, chewing and eating it still very calmly, before to continue - It is exactly what I need to relax from the stressing business' reunion gathering I had today - and he looked at her at a length, who by now was looking at his face, and he asked - Want you a grape, Malena? Breathing through her spaced lips, Malena sluggishly blinked her eyes, enjoying the feeling of having him offering her something and, as the young woman could, she whispered: - If my Lord this way desires to give me one, I want it, Lord Balem. Giving her a slitted and sardonic smirk, Balem once more drove the buny of grapes to his own lips, tearing away one from there carefully with his teeth, and taking it between two fingers he lowered his left arm, and for an instant Malena thought he was about to put it inside of her mouth. But he just stretched even more his arm and just left the grape, letting it to fall to the floor between them, and leaving her hair just then, still with the same diabolical smirk in his face, he whispered in bass toned voice: - So if you want it, take it from the floor to eat it. Thinking nothing more that it wasn't the fact that the grape had been between his tempting lips for a second, Malena just lowered quickly to her both hands and caught it, driving it into her mouth with urgency and with pleasure starting to chew it, as she whispered, raising up again her face to him: - I thank you, my Lord. Smiling, he ruffled his free hand all over his she-slave long hair at a length and sluggishly before to whisper: - More than being a slave, you've got a slave's soul, Malena. Just as if you had been born to be one. - But I was, my Master - and getting down, she touched both of his barefoot white feet with her hands, descending her glance to them - I was born to be yours. I'm so grateful you choose me tonight - and Malena bent herself in front of him, kissing at his feet at a length, with her lips wet of desire, one then another, before to raise her face to look at him again with supplicant eyes, asking him - Let me show you my gratitude - and another time Malena kissed his feet - Tell me what do you desire, my Lord. Balem threw the bunch of grapes over the bed, and it floated in the antigravity field which was on and in function there, and he said with a harsh voice: - Your body, my she-slave. That is what I desire. - My whole body is ready to serve you, my Lord - she responded while trembling, the heat she felt at the bottom of her belly just growing. - Raise yourself up. And put me on naked. Quickly getting up Malena got up to her feet, her agile and trained fingers sliding along the neck collar of his cloak, removing it carefully and skillfully then to place it carefully on a high wing chair ahead. And as soon as the woman turned herself to Balem's young and white back and its angled musculature, panting in anticipation and expectation she didn't get to contain herself, sliding her hand palms through them, under such an ecstasy, making Balem to turn his face back to her, with inquisitor narrowed eyes and the corner of his lips retorted in a smirk, as Malena's hands descended from his back to his waist and from there to his thin buttocks. And then with both hands she put his golden pants down along his legs, kneeling down at his back to take it off from his feet, and before she lifted up again Malena gave him a soft and quick kiss over his left ass cheek, just then getting up and placing his pants along with the cloak. And lifting a hand very slightly he gestured into her direction to the young brunette to come and face him, as Malena obeyed, no words being needed to. Placing herself in front of him she put both of her hands on the stiffed musculature of his hips, gliding the tips of her thumbs along the line of the deep V it formed there, and that was enough to make her moan in pleasure, what in itself for extension gave pleasure to Lord Balem too. Placing his large hands on Malena's hips he pulled her into himself, softly rubbing his hips to hers while he was descending his hands over her butts, tightening it as he reached its ending, and she panted through her half opened lips as he began to bring his hands up through her back. And soon as he reached the low neck over it, Balem just twisted his fingers at one and another side of it with strength, tearing off Malena's dress in two with no warning, eliciting from her with it a loud sigh. And quickly he led his hands to her shoulders, roughly pulling the dress down, Malena's full breasts jumping free as they found themselves free from the tight fabric which was covering them until that moment, and seeing it, Balem passed his tongue through his lips, and ending to tear down the dress he finished to pull it away from over her body, and he commanded: - On your knees. Now. (To be continued...)

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ladybalem · 4 years ago

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My children! Your Lady is almost back!

For those of you who have missed me, just feel the joy coming back to your lives, cause sooner than you think, my beloved, I'm going to be back. Yours, Sincerely, Lady Balem.

#lady balem #im almost back #all we need is just a little patience #eddie redmayne #tom hiddleston #fanfic #fanfiction #imagine #loki #newt scamander #stephen wraysford #balem abrasax #eddie kreezer #lili elbe #anthony baekeland #osmund black death #marius pontmercy #qwerty doolittle

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ladybalem · 5 years ago

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💒 The delicious The Church of Delights' Holy Masterlist 💒

Ladies and gentlemen, dudes and maids, aunties and sisters, plus every lovely gender free! Yes! Take your seat at the solemn mass and let’s venerate LOKI plus EDDIE REDMAYNE through 10 of his characters! Here we go… Choose your delight boy and be happy! 😃

Newt Scamander:

I would do it all again / A love letter from him + answer /

Marius Pontmercy:

You’re like a Dream / Two to take care / Comfort HC / A love letter from him + answer /

Jack Jackson:

You’re mine / The most delicious berry / a letter to him /

Balem Abrasax:

Not Like the Others / Dare to Fly / Show me Gratitude / Veneration / Almost Perfect / She-slave’s soul / Some Dreams Can Be Real /

Eddie Kreezer:

Tell me it’s Nothing / Everyone’s a little crazy / Hollywood / Wicked Girl / For Your Own Profit /

Qwerty Doolittle:

I Wanna Live a Long Time / The first of many / The master of puppets / a letter to him / With you, forever /

Lili Elbe:

Lili’s first makeup (child Einar) / Love / A Long Long Night Of Girls /

Stephen Wraysford:

a letter to him / Did you forget me? / The Last Battle /

Osmund:

Divine Damnation /

Antony Baekeland:

(coming soon)

Alex Forbes:

Eternity \

Preferences Lists (or the famous The All of Them Thing):

Cuddle Sleeping / Pets / Romantic Dinner / Sex Shop / “You’re Handsome and Attractive” / Bathing / What he Likes the Most About You / Stealing Him A Kiss in Public / Naked For The First Time / The Baby Cried in The Middle Of The Night / Pet Names / Making Him a Request / “I’m pregnant” / star sign / “Today i don’t want to get outdoors” / Dirty Talking / Trophies / What he likes when she does / “Taking care” of himself / When she gets hurt / The baby’s first words / A gift and a word / The best and the worst / Waking up in the morning / Analyzing his equipment / Her first blow job for him / Receiving gifts / bed time story / Porn movies / When she gets shuddered / When she’s in her period /

LOKI:

Dirty talking / What does he love when she does / Pets / Bathing / In the sex shop / seeing her naked for the first time / How he wakes her / Giving him a first blow job / Analyzing his “equipment” / Stealing him a kiss / Waking up in the morning / “Tell me a bedtime story” / Porn movies / When she gets hurt / Flowers and bonbons / His pet names for her / Cuddle sleeping / What he likes the most about her / The baby cried in the middle of the night \ Lady Balem´s Christmas \ Queen of Jotunheim \

Tom Hiddleston:

Being his wife / Forbidden fantasy / Dinner / breakfast /

Lady Balem: Profile / The Approaching War /

Notice Boards: (1)

Gratitude Notes:

Prompts: Kiddy Delight Boys /

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ladybalem · 6 years ago

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When she's in her period

(Guys, such my Good Gods’ weird requests, lol, but what can we do, I’m here to attend them, isn’t it? And yonder all of that, this is a life’s thing that actually affects a relationship, so, it actually makes some sense to talk about it). * * * Newt Scamander - He really doesn’t care about it, cause for him it’s something natural, and nothing that comes from nature impresses or constrains Newt. He, including, thinks it’s quite beautiful she has her period, cause her monthly cycle reminds him of fecundity, and he admires a lot the creation of life. And just in case of being everything ok for her, he’ll make love with her normally, as just like as if she wasn’t in her period, with no problem.

Antony Baekeland - Hmm, then, yet this one right here won’t not even want to pass close to her on these days, lol, and too, maybe, probably, he would mention her something about the need of bathing or using some perfume, in parts to annoy her, cause he gets amused doing this, preferring to keep the relationship of they two just at the kisses and hugs on these days, because, how could I say it? He’s not obliged… Lol

Lili Elbe - She’s that person who since her days as Einar used to get very touched when her lover was in her period, due to the discomfort that Lili imagines that it’s for her, with all of the caring that it demands and sometimes the colics and the headaches or even other things. And about the intimacies, Lili will prefer to wait it to cease, thinking that for her lover it would be just one more indisposition to try to do whatever that may be on these days already so naturally delicate.

Jack Jackson - Here it is another one who absolutely doesn’t care, and who just in case of his woman to try to impede him of doing something to her because of her state, just won’t comprehend to her reasons, looking at her with a dumbstruck look. But, after having making love in these days, he’ll want they both to take a quick bath, just to keep everything under some order.

Osmund - He has actually not much time to worry about this kind of things, given the fact that the chances they both get to have some intimacy are so rare that it wouldn’t be logical to lose a precious chance for so few. Nevertheless, he prefers not to look directly at her menstrual blood, trying to focuses his attention in any other thing, because, due to the fact that he just doesn’t comprehend very well what’s going on with her at these days, he gets a little impressed about.

Qwerty Doolittle - He’ll really prefer to wait the end of her period to restart having sex with her, not because he feels sickened of her at these days or nothing like that, cause he knows it’s something natural to her and so he respects it, however, personally, for him, the sight of blood in her isn’t a pleasing thing. He already handles a lot with blood all day long in his funeral home, and he ended relating it to dead people, so, it’s better not. At these days he’ll prefer to stay just pretty hugged to her, enjoying the heat of her body, cause he recognizes and values the sensuality that there are in these simple moments just being together.

Stephen Wraysford - Here’s another citizen who, although knowing it’s something very natural about her and who respects her a lot, never doing about nothing related not even an unpleasant comment, he’ll also prefer to wait her period to end, because he prefers to have not the vision of blood on her as well. Stephen will only take an exception and to make love with her at these days in case of being at the very beginning of this or at it’s ending days, when there’s almost nothing coming there, and only in case he’s really needy of her. But even then he won’t give her oral in these situations.

Marius Pontmercy - Actually, although it’s a great silliness coming from him, for Marius, at these days she’s kind of ill, lol, so he doesn’t let her do absolutely nothing and demands her to stay in bed all day long. And in case of being himself available, he’ll insist on to stay himself by her side all the time, bringing her tea and little biscuits, and at every minute he’ll place his hand on her forehead to verify if she’s not in fever. And although she laughs and says to him that his worrying is quite absurd, Marius won’t listen to her, continuing on her bed head, until it all gets the end.

Eddie Kreezer - Hmm, wotz, then, how to say that without to put the maids all in awe? Lol, he actually likes her at these days, and he’ll inclusively insist on having sex in these days, because of two basic reasons: First, cause it all being wet this way everything glides even better and, my Lord, cause he likes the general sight of all of that blood around, LOL, help, I can’t explain, but it’s like something wrong, something prohibited, something “dirty” (in the good way, the smut one), and Eddie gets crazy seeing all of that mess around, cause, let’s be honest that, having sex these days and moreover with the impetus to which mister Kreezer does it, it makes a great mess… LOL.

Balem Abrasax - Milord. So. Milord will wait it to cease as well. After all, what are four, five days, to someone who pursues practically the immortality just as him? Not to mention that the waiting time can be used in a sensual slow burn game, to which Balem will know to take into his advantage very well, teasing but never satisfying her until the point that, when being yet in her period anymore, she’ll be yet crazy in desire for him, and it’s when then Balem will finally harvest the sweet fruits to which he planted so patiently.

#eddie redmayne #newt scamander #marius pontmercy #eddie kreezer #lili elbe #qwerty doolittle #stephen wraysford #balem abrasax #jack jackson #preferences #writings #confessions #fanfic #fanfiction #period

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