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@fiercewanderer // prev.
To watch the way that this priestess sacrificed any holiness in breaths of curses and swears to his name truly boosted Connor’s ego. And it was all because of this intense pleasure that he was providing. To be submerged in such a soaking cavern filled the prince with a high, as if her sexual intimacy was a powerful drug, surely bewitched with her own abilities. How dare she be such a weakness for him? Through rough penetration and passionate orgasms is how Connor would punish Nadine for her enchantments.
Even now, his thrusting had yet to slow. On the contrary, they seemed to build in this moment – her naughty words of encouragement would be to blame for that. A grunt and stifled groaned slipped from his lips in response to her nails tearing into his skin. Battle wounds that he would proudly be wearing until they heal. For now, they would be red and damaged. Suddenly, Connor’s repetitive stroke came to a near halt. They were no longer fast, but rather excruciatingly slow. The prince took this opportunity to take in a much needed deep breath. As Nadine spoke those filthy sentences and pulled at his curls, which cause his neck to be forced at an angle. He fought through her needy pleas for now, and started to kiss his lips into hers, over and over again.
“ – I fucking love taking you to my hilt. You fit so perfectly around me – but perhaps I shall cease it all with that dirty mouth of yours? Yanking your prince’s hair so roughly, ...becoming defeated by my... princely cock.” His teasing words were spoken between some heavy breaths and between the kisses that he started to place into the crook of her neck. “When I become king and you become my queen, you will not have a throne. You will only have my lap and cock to sit upon every day and every eve.”
With that comment, Connor pulled away from Nadine, taking all of his moistened inches along with him. Still, he kept her legs apart with his hands, only to dip down to press his lips flushed against her slit. A heavy drink did this ivory prince take, partaking in his reward. He earned this taste if nothing else. His lips wrapped around the circumference of her clit, and much like a vacuum, the prince sucked quite tightly against the sensitive bud. Afterwards, he allowed his tongue to dance around it in circular strokes before focusing on devouring between those pussy lips once more.
“You taste so divine, Dina. You will taste this way for me always and only for me. No one else shall pleasure you with my tongue and my lips. No other will be allowed to.” His possessive remarks were spoken, albeit muffled because he was practically buried between her legs. Once he had drank from her as if he were drinking from the goblet of life, Connor leaned back up so that he was able to impale Nadine’s entrance with his cock once again. This time, however, Connor fixed the priestess legs around his waist and reached out to grip onto her hands, easily wrenching her up from her back. With a jerking movement, the prince lifted his love up from the bed and walked with her in his arms towards to room’s window. There, he placed her bare ass down against the cool windowsill. And while standing there before her, Connor started to plow into Nadine again – his thrust building in intensity and speed all over again.
“How does it feel? Hm? To know that someone could... possibly be seeing me fucking you from outside?” He asked in a heavy breath, his eyes focused directly on Nadine’s face. He truly wondered just how far she would let him go with this. She could be stubborn. That, he knew for sure.
@fiercewanderer > Con’t.
Oh, how tempting this priestess moved before him, the way that she flaunted her body for a prince who had just ended a man’s life. Connor’s eyes simply tracked the fabric that obscured the view he was eager to see, watching and waiting for the dress to fall completely. It was safe to say that he was captivated, mesmerized by Nadine’s divine breasts. It was as if they were molded in the heavens, round and supple, most certainly. She was of perfection, sculpted by a master artist. Nevertheless, his hands would be the only ones to caress them from now and on.
As soon as Nadine moved in closer to him, the prince settled both of his hands against his lover’s hips. How curvaceous and smooth she felt against his palms, a piece of life and glee in his touch. Slowly, Connor brushed his hands up and down against Nadine’s waist. Worshipping her frame was a priority on his list. But his one-track focus had been broken by the sudden sound of fabric tearing apart and buttons bouncing upon the hardwood floor. The action caused him to widen his eyes in a bit of a surprise, but he complied with her wishes and allowed the torn shirt to fall from his body with a shrug of his shoulders.
“My words are not just words, my blessed one. They are fortified promises.” Connor added with complete certainty, his eyes not shifting away from witnessing Nadine working away at his pants. Disrobed from his trousers with a few simple tugs, the prince’s cock sprung free – hard, solid, and ready to please.
The feel of Nadine’s hand enclosing around his shaft earned a notable expel of air from his mouth, the muscles of his abdomen twitched from the welcomed attention. And once those strokes began, a heavy moan departed the prince’s mouth. He desperately wanted to feel more of his lady – in all manners of speaking. Connor just wanted to feel her close, to be the reason that she feels satisfaction and not worry.
Alas, before he could make another move, she lowered down onto her knees and looked up to him. Many would bow to him, bend their knee to respect the hierarchy. But there was no other that could look as alluring as she does. Just to even watch Nadine take his cock inside of her mouth was a priceless treasure that could not be found elsewhere. A growl built in his throat and his breathing increased with the speed of her bobbing head. The warmth and the dampness of her mouth caused incessant throbbing, which only caused Connor to grip one of his hand into Nadine’s hair. If she continued at this rate, he would release in her mouth in no time. But, no. He could not let that happen. He must take control.
“Ah, fuck, Dina –” A huffy exclaim came forth as his muscles contracted and flexed a bit more. At that point, Connor pulled the priestess head away from pleasuring him. Now, his shaft was bathed in her own saliva. Soon, that saliva-coated cock would be pounding into her tight core.
Grabbing onto each of her hands, the prince guided Nadine up from her perch on the floor and pushed her back onto the bed with a lazy shove, causing her to land on her back against the sheets. Walking closer towards the edge of the bed, Connor grabbed onto each of Nadine’s thighs and hauled her body in harshly towards his own as he stood. Here, his plan was to ram into her, beat against her walls until she released fine juices for him. Devouring her with his lips was on the menu, no doubt. He would be gentler with her, but... she did not want that. And she will get what she wants.
With Nadine’s legs at the sides of his hips, he uses a couple of fingers to travel along the length of her slit, his thumb making circular motions against her clit. Eventually, his fingers emerged deeper into her hot entrance, giving the priestess a few thrusts – an inch or so, give or take. That only lasted for a few seconds before Connor retracted his fingers and lifted them up to his own mouth to brush his tongue over them, taking the opportunity to taste her delightful wetness. How lovely it was – and it was all for him.
“Dina, you are wet and ripe for the taking. Taut, as well. Now, spread.” Connor directed in a firm tone just before using his hands to part her thighs from each other a bit more. Once she had became a bit more accessible, Connor guided the tip of his cock into her tight hole. But not long after that, he snapped his hips and drove his length further into Nadine. Rough and quick, with merciless impelling as she requested. Back and forth did the prince strike into his lover’s hips, submerging his inches in her soaking core.
Connor did not stop there, though. He gripped underneath each of Nadine’s thighs and slowly started to pin them near her sides against the bed. Easily, this exposed her even more to him. With a bit of lean forward, it offered him a better angle for his strokes. Tilting his head down a bit, his hair hung down and shadowed over his face as he looked down between them. His eyes were too focused on the enjoyable sight of seeing his manhood disappear so deeply within the priestess.
“Shit – Look at how well you take me. I will not stop until you are satisfied – I will not stop until you scream. Not until you cum for me.” He spoke breathy words of an oath; An oath that he intended on honoring on this glorious night of alcohol... and bloodshed.
@fiercewanderer > Con’t.
Connor had not been able to get a single word out of Nadine since “the incident” in the alley way. His assumption was that she was disturbed by witnessing that guard getting impaled to his death. He knew that it had to happen. Yet, the prince felt massively guilty because of Nadine’s lack of verbal response. She probably did not want to see that – as she was a woman of protection, certain faith, and spells. A priestess who anointed him by simply being in her presence. Did her views change of him? Connor could not blame her distaste for him if his theory proves true.
Still, the most recent events did not halt her from helping him get hid away inside of the inn. Despite how she may feel, the prince was grateful for Nadine’s assistance. He was certain that he could not have gotten away scotch-free without her by his side.
Cloaked by his hood, the Ivory prince followed the priestess to their designated room. He was going to apologize for what happened earlier, but before he could even get a word out of his mouth, Nadine had rushed him into the nearest wall and collided her lips into his own. With wide eyes and heightened eyebrows, Connor was a bit surprised and baffled by his companion’s actions. Even so, he still slowly worked his lips into hers as much as he could before she pulled away with heavy breaths.
Suggestive in her touch and in her phrases, it was easy to see that she was not upset with him. On the contrary, she wanted to be involved with him at a more… physical level as they discussed earlier. It is a morbid thought, but the prince was glad that a little spilt blood did not ruin what they had. In fact, the way she spoke, Nadine seemed to take well to what he did. …Filth in the alleyway.
@fiercewanderer > Con’t.
To witness that guard get a face full of potent powder made the Ivory prince thankful that Nadine was on his side. As they weaved through the festive common folk, Connor could only get a glance of the red guard battling his own reactions to the talc. This did give them the perfect opportunity to make some distance and disappear completely from his sight – or lack thereof.
Soon, Nadine found a potential escape for them, an alley that could shield them from more unwarranted attention. The prince took the lead, slowing their hurried scurrying into a cautious walk. He listened keenly to her announcement of where the inn is located from here. That was until Connor heard the halt in her voice and felt the resistance of Nadine’s body. Quickly, he turned around to see that very same guard stopping them. How did he manage to track them down? And if that was not enough, he knew exactly who the prince was. Was his face that distinguishable?
None of that mattered, right now. This guard would cause trouble for them, …and he also had his filthy hands on his lady love. A priestess who gave blessings and protection; A priestess who did not deserve such a rough gesture. Connor’s eyebrows narrowed down, an expression of some infuriation because of this guard’s audacity. He knew that it would be bad if the guard could report them to everyone else. He just knew his head would end up on a pike in this bloody place.
With a quickdraw of his sword, Connor pierced the pointy end of the blade directly through the guard’s throat. A squelching sound, pursued by a crunch followed the prince’s attack. Suddenly, the irritation to the red guard’s eyes did not mattered, as they were wide open, filled with shock and fear. With a kick of his foot into his opposition’s abdomen, the guard fell backwards to the ground, and off the prince’s blade. The guard gurgled and writhed until… his body was left completely lifeless. For a moment, Connor just looked to his fallen victim. Oh, how their innocent stroll through the market turned into this. Alas, they could not just loiter around this body.
Quickly, Connor haphazardly wiped his sword against the fallen guard’s shirt, smearing away the blood as best as he could. Afterwards, the prince sheathed his sword back into its designated spot.
“We must hurry.” He announced as he took a hold of Nadine’s hand and followed the path of the alley in a hastened pace. Connor only hoped that no one saw him do what he had just done. A clear punishment of that would be his death… and maybe even Nadine’s, simply by association.
It took no time for them to be clear away from that body. Anybody could have done that, in this drunken fest. At least, that is what Connor hoped the rest of the guard will think when they find their fallen brethren. As Connor escorted Nadine to where the inn was located, he slowed down to a walk again. He did not need anyone wondering about why they were in such of a hurry. Taking pause just near the door of the inn, the prince turned to look at the priestess and started to exam her arm as if to inspect for any damage.
“Dina, are you okay? I – I am sorry that you had to see that. I just cannot imagine you getting in harm’s way because of me.” The prince said at a low volume with obvious worry in his tone. Carefully, he reached up to cup his lady’s cheek, a massive difference from the one who had just slain a man. Overwhelmed by the fear of losing Nadine, Connor leaned in and pecked his lips several times into hers. “You are safe – I will never, never allow anyone to hurt you.”
@fiercewanderer // ♥♥♥
> @leaderawakened
Did Connor need to make any confession that Nadine pulled his thoughts elsewhere? To mention that they would be tangled in a mess of bedsheets was all that the priestess needed to say to get his blood rushing. Perhaps, his words of endearment proved to be adequate for her ears. Even better, the prince meant everything that he had said. His eyes filled with a notable lust; Connor softly placed his palm of the back of Nadine’s hand. He simply did not want to be apart from her warmth if he did not have to be.
Brown eyes dusted slowly over her body, completely captured by the softness of her skin and the potency of her words alone. His thoughts were not on the trouble that was arising for them. If the Ivory prince had a target on his back, he might as well had been a goner at this point. His smile was half-curved, but his lips held a certain suggestive demeanor behind them. In fact, the young man was soon to invade Nadine’s cloak with his hand. He needed to feel more of her, right then and right there.
Well, that was until a shadow suddenly cast over his face, a signal that his hood had been thrown back over his head. That action did take him out of his mesmerize state.
“ – But what about the bed big enough for two?” Connor asked, as his mind had not completely shifted from the thoughts of their planned intimacy just yet. And in that moment, the prince turned his head to look over his shoulder as Nadine started to lead him elsewhere. But he should not have done that… Because he unfortunately met gazes with one of the guards. Next thing that he knew that certain guard started to walk in their direction, their hand grasped onto the hilt of their sword.
“Oh, we have got company, Dina – ” The prince warned as he turned his head to look back forward. If Nadine were caught, she would be okay. But if he were to be nabbed? It would be far worse for him. He is practically wanted in this region. Maybe it was not smart of him to come here after all.
@creation-is-chaos > Con’t.
“You puzzle me -- with your statements.” Connor confessed with a slight squint of his eyes. He completely understands what it means to be used by CyberLife for their own personal gain, and how strenuous it can be to break free from those chains. He has gone through that entire ordeal. Yet, when one is truly not under the influence of an entity, certain choices are completely of their own.
“You say that we do not have to be opposites, but you claim to be ‘beyond’ me. Your contradictions offer me no logic or truth. The only truth here is that you are suffering from defective coding and/or components. It isn’t any fault of your own, but it’s the simple fact.” Connor did not back away from his presumptions about Corvus at all. He simply decided it was best to tell it as he saw it.
“I won’t judge you right now. You are not wired correctly. But, you can be repaired. If you ultimately choose not to, then.. you may have to be decommissioned.” Words of a deviant hunter from the past, no doubt.
[ @creation-is-chaos said ]:
"We come face to face at last, Connor. Our creators must marvel at this moment. It will be the last they remember before the true uprising."
“Yes. This is our initial meet.” He acknowledged that fact quite plainly. There was no reason to be touchy about it. “But I have heard of you. About who you are, and what you have done. Most likely, your components and coding are faulty. Consulting an appropriate technician could help you.”
KAMSKI: You showed empathy.
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@fiercewanderer> Con’t.
> @leaderawakened
Booming sounds rolling in the air had been the sole thing to get Connor to take his eyes off Nadine in this moment – and even then, only that lasted some mere moments. Red and light colors filled the sky above them, and the chiming of synchronized gasps among the crowd only added to the experience.
Strange that a kingdom known for their cruelty would set aside the time to please their onlookers with such a masterpiece. By the time the prince was looking back to the priestess, his lips had been anointed with her own. He returned that exact energy into that kiss – if not more. A romance in a kingdom of horror. How ironic was all of this?
“I would only consider the role of king if you were to be my queen, Nadine.” Connor said quite boldly, and in a point-blank tone. Royals had no issues of saying what they wanted. Perhaps, it would only solidify to the priestess just how serious he was about their relationship. She was right, though – priestess and princes do not typically mix. Some probably would even look down on them. But he did not care.
“You would look stunning in a throne. And perhaps even more stunning in my lap?” The latter of his sentence was a tease, of course. It gave him entertainment to meddle with the priestess, as she was typically much more serious and poise than he. Here, he did not have to play the part of an uptight royal. Here, he was no more than the drunkard that threw obscenities to him just some few minutes ago.
“…Despite the circumstances, I am glad that I came to the Violet Kingdom. I almost did not. …I was planning to stay with my father. But you know how Markus is. It did not sit right with me to allow him to travel alone. I had hoped that he would calm down by now – gain some sense of logic and realism. He is blinded, I believe.” Connor admitted as he thought on his own brother’s behavior. It did not seem to do any good to talk to Markus about this, either.
“I am not so sure what good leadership is anymore. Look at this place. They thrive under a tyrant… ‘You do what is best for your people’. That is what I was told since I was but a boy. …Is this what good leadership looks like?” A subjective question is what he could manage, as that answer could change from person to person. He did not mean to burden Nadine by it.
“Forgive me – “ Connor apologized as he lifted Nadine’s hand to his face and pecked his lips to her knuckles. “I do admire your duty to your queen and to your princess. Loyalty is priceless and cannot be found in everyone. But as I said, all will be fine. I speak that into fact, my love.”
@fiercewanderer > Con’t.
> @leaderawakened
For some reason, there was always something remarkable about watching townspeople move about in their own space. He could hardly do so in the Ivory Kingdom, as people knew that he was royalty. Because of that, they would act a certain way before him or try not to be seen by him. Here, it was completely different. No one treated him as an opposite entity. Who else would be pleased by the rudeness of a drunkard bumping into him with a slur of swears? A toothy grin appropriated his face as he watched this man who reeked of ale stumbled off into another direction.
The touch of a hand against his cloak called his attention to his very own Nadine, the Violet Priestess that he was more than fond of. His eyes fell to the silver medallion that she held out to him. She spoke of protection, but he could not help but think of how sweet it was for her to gift him any item at all. But, with no fuss on his end, Connor placed the medallion around his neck. The silver piece was heavier than he thought it would be.
“You are too good to me, Nadine.” Connor responded as he lifted the silver knot up in his palm to give it a small examination. “I will wear this protection with pride.” He added with a nod of his head as he looked back up to Nadine with a smile on his face. With a bit more generosity, the prince pulled out a coin and carefully placed it on the elderly woman’s market table. It was not to buy anything, per se. Only to extend gratitude… as he has done to the other three merchants that they stopped by. If those vendors got to talk, it could throw some attention their way. Perhaps, he should slow his generosity for now.
“The question that you pose – it is a good one. I… presume that many here are simply content with living in a thriving location. Blinded to what their king has done to the rest of us.” Connor said as he looked to all the Red Kingdom citizen celebrating this feast day in one way or another. They could not all really like this King Corvus’ choices, could they? Regardless, it was obvious that Nadine was worried about the bad things that could happen here. And honestly? Connor could not blame her.
“He will. I have already talked to him about the major consequences that could happen for him to act impulsively. He claimed that I am concerned for no reason.” Connor said as swayed over to stand just in front of the priestess. The prince raised his hand to Nadine’s cloaked head and brushed the back of his knuckles against her cheek. “If anything happens – we will hear it. But, nothing will happen... because you have protected all of us.”