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Partnership	By : The_Ant_King Category: +A through F > Fire Emblem (all) > Fire Emblem (all) Views: 17189 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Tharja stared up at the top of the tent and tried to muster the energy to get up. No matter what she tried, her exhausted body refused to obey her. Managing to lean forward slightly, she surveryed the results of last nights incident.
Her pale body was on full display, breasts and pussy completely exposed in the empty tent as she lay on her back, legs still parted. The only thing on her the dried semen caked onto most of her lower body and part of her breasts. Evidently, he had had a lot built up. The bruises on her wrists stood out starkly, her usually pale skin marked a deep, dark shade. Although they didn't hurt nearly as much as her pussy. Was that bruised as badly, or even worse? She couldn't see it without sitting up. Thankfully, none of the bite marks on her neck or breasts were deep enough to require treatment.
Tharja's head fell to the bedroll as she fought back tears. Even as brutal as he had been, she would have been willing to accept it. As shameful as it was, she had enjoyed everything that had happened last night. Every deliciously degrading moment of being used over and over by him. But then he had done the one thing she wasn't willing to accept. The one thing she could never endure.
He had left.
Waking up to his absence broke Tharja's heart in a way that mere violation never could. Dark power crackled as Tharja's fingernails cut into her palms. Vicious anger kindling in her empty eyes, Tharja rose to her feet, the aching exhaustion that had kept her down nothing before the fury rising at her abandonment.
It was one thing to be used. Completely another to be discarded afterwards.
Where was he? How far had he run? It wouldn't matter. She knew an excelent tracking spell. All she needed was a piece of him. A hair or fingernail clipping. Or a sample of his bodily fluids. No problem there. Tharja's lips curved into a vicious snarl. No matter where he was, who he has with or what he had to say, she was going to balance the scales.
The spell exceeded even Tharja's expectations. Apparently a warm, fresh sample of the target within your own body made for an excellent focus. She found him in no time at all. Just thinking about the hexes she could put on him with such a strong connection made her battered pussy wet enough for it trickle down her legs all the way to her bare feet before splattering onto the rough ground, leaving a slick trail wherever she went. The walk to the forest where he had carried her yesterday was much easier this time, dark furious power buoying her up, making her steady stride arrogant as rock melted and trees withered from her path.
The black cloak she had wrapped herself in before leaving, the only thing she wore, was discarded the moment she saw him. But her stride did not change, did not falter or hasten. This was going to happen, exactly when and how she had decided it would. Nothing could stop that, simply because she had decided it.
He finally saw her, rising to his feet with a gasp. Red rimmed eyes widening at the aproach of the naked sorceress. He opened his mouth to speak. An apology? A demand for futher submission? A plea for her silence? It didn't matter. She had decided.
Tharja's hand came up, black flames leaping from it to strike the tactician in the chest, knocking him to the ground. He did not scream, but that didn't matter. He would later, when she decided it was time for him to. Struggling out of the burning wreckage of his clothes as he rose to his feet, one look at her told the tactician just how little words would accomplish. That look went on for too long, the tacticians mind working as he weighed options, considered strategies, his diverse skillset paralyzing him with indecesion. Tharja had no such problem. Lashing out with dark magic again, she drove him to his knees. There was something to be said for specialising in one particular skill. It made things so much simpler.
A bolt of lightning split the air as he finally decided on a course of action. But it was far too little, far too late, his magic blocked by her own. Even if he had been ready and willing to fight her from the beginning it wouldn't have done him much good. In a purely magical contest, he had no more chance against her then she had had against him in a physical struggle. And he had left his sword at camp.
Tharja's smiled as he struggled in vain and she rained black fire upon him. The fight was over far too quick for her liking, the outmatched tactician glaring at her from his position pinned against a tree by her power, just as her heart started pounding. But, as enjoyable as the struggle was, it was only a means to an end.
Smiling, the naked sorceress slowly walked to him, hips swaying from side to side and breasts bouncing as the last of the black flames clung to her body. Despite the grim clenched jaw, his cock hardened at the sight. Perfect. Tharja carefully kept the smile off her face. Reaching him at last, she struck out with her hand, sharpened nails scratching at his lips as he roared in pain. Or tried to. Eyes widening at being unable to make a sound, he glared at her.
"That's right". She said quietly. "You can't even scream without my permission." Lifting her hand to her lips, Tharja licked his blood from her nails. "I lay there so long afer you used me. Waiting. In fear. In anticipation. In delighted dread. I had no idea what you were going to do with me, after having claimed me so enthusiastically. Lover? Wife? Slave? I would have accepted any of them. Would have been happy with whatever role you had in mind for me. In my worst nightmares, I never imagined you were done with me. That you would take me, make me your moaning slut, only to leave me behind." His eyes were wide as saucers and his mouth worked frantically as he desperately struggled to talk.
But this wasn't a conversation. The crack of her palm against his face was almost as loud as the earlier thunder. He looked back at her, tears in his eyes before nodding slowly. She stepped forward, close enough that her nipples brushed against his hard chest with every breath as she looked up into his eyes and caressed his face.
"That" she hissed "was a mistake. Not taking me, that I can understand completely. Leaving me. You missed your chance. You don't get to decide what I am anymore." Her other hand was at his groin, stroking his rigid cock before moving down to cradle his balls. "I do. And I have. It's Mistress." With the last word, she squeezed. Hard. His entire body went rigid as he tried in vain to scream. Tharja smiled. Leaning forward, she kissed him as he convulsed, tongue darting forward to taste the blood beading on his lips."
Ending the kiss, Tharja pressed her forehead against his, locking her delighted eyes to his tormented ones. "Don't worry" she whispered. "Im not going to be some vicious tormentor. That wouldn't be very effective. Or fun." Her hand was still at his groin and resumed stroking his cock as her other wandered to his chest, trailing over the hard muscles there. "You took me and used me for your own pleasure, yes. But you also showed me what it was like to love every minute of that. To give in. To turn off your mind and will as you become someone elses. To delight in your own degradation. To submit."
She kissed him, lips impossibly soft on his wounded ones. "I can't balance the scales without doing the same to you". Her hand closed around his cock completely as she started to pump it gently, other hand pinching one of his nipples. Her every movement caused her soft breasts to press into him. They bounced and jolted as she pulled his cock, sometimes pressed against him completely, other times only barely grazing her nipples against him and, rarely, completely absent. He delighted in the soft warmth of her ample curves, shuddered in pleasure at the rasp of her hot, hard nipples and desperately strained forward in an attempt to prevent their abscence. As much as he wanted to, looking at them was out of the question. His eyes stayed glued to hers as his entire world shrunk to her. He couldn't even moan as she tormented him, sometimes kissing him, her lips gentle as her tongue danced with his, sometimes biting, hard teeth sinking into his sore lips as he shuddered. Her hands were just as capricious. The one at his cock stayed there, gently caressing or pumping hard according to her whim, even squeezing fromly as she gently sunk her nails into his throbbing langth. The other hand danced accross his body as if it had a mind of it's own, pinching stroking and squeexing wherever it wanted. But through it all her forehead stayed against his, her dark, commanding eyes locked to his as he lost himself in pleasure in pain.
She smiled, though he could not see it. Letting him feel the brush of her pubic hair against his thigh, she moved slightly to be sure she wasn't in the way before saying in a simple, authoratiative tone "Now, come for me". He did, without hesitation or struggle, his hot seed spraying onto the forest floor.
Tharja's sorely neglected body was reminding her of it's own needs. Releasing the spell that kept him pinned, she allowed him to fall to his kees before gently pushing him down onto with her foot, until his back was lying in the puddle he had just created. Light glinted on the tip of his stll hard cock as she slid onto it, mounting him.
Digging her nails into his chest, she started to ride.
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