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do you think hes cute
yea
hes ok
whoa !!! this kity is so cool!
hes kinda cute i guess...
i love him kissy kissy kissy
wby are his ears so big
omg i just noticed you can see a teeny tiny bit of his tooth poking out. awesome
wtf is that thing
considering.
blood-covered stairs, haunted chambers
dark passages sounding with a dull roar of passing millenia
drilling me hollow
I am suffocating with my memories
they choke my throat with invisible fingers
I am not alone, facing the cruel grin of time
I will make you feel it too
What is love?
💞 Balem
Send 💞 for me to describe 5 ways my muse says ‘I love you’ to yours - verbally or not
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1. Feeling proud about people seeing and admiring her
2. Putting herself in the first place above everyone
3. Being overprotective
4. Giving her everything she wants that money can buy
5. May kill for her if it's needed
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...)
was it just me or
More than meets the eye
Balem x Reader scenario
"They targeted one of the refineries." the Sargorn reported, kneeling at the feet of the Primary as he looked over documents. "they're lowly thieves, just kill them." his hushed voice poorly hid his annoyance. "Well my lord, they caused some damage and... some of the RegenerX was..." the Sargorn, terrified at Balems expression, unable to finish his report. "How much was lost?" Balem now completely focused on him. "about one fourth my lord..." he stammered, causing Mr. Night to moderately panic. You stood by the side with documents in hand, only able to stand idly by and watch as Balem exploded. Many planets were ready for harvest, which caused ameteur pirates and thieves to attempt to steal the harvested RegenerX. They usually weren't a problem, but this particular Sargorn had continuously failed to keep them at bay, as far as you could gather. "This is the last time you fail me." Balem motioned his hand, guards then appeared next to the Sargorn. "Kill him."
"NO!" you ran in front of the Sargorn, "Lord Balem please! He-" you were cut off as he stood from his chair, visibly angry. Mr. Night appeared to be having a panic attack. You quickly knelled and looked away, "Forgive me my Lord. I was out of line." He approached you, "Forgiveness?" Balem said in an eerily cool whisper, "If he had taken care of those thieves and you remembered your place, there would be no need to ask for forgiveness. And you know quite well how I treat mistakes. Stand." you shivered as you arose to your feet, awaiting punishment. "Look at me." he said, gently caressing your cheek with malicious intent. You were too terrified to, afraid of what you might see. He pulled you hard by your hair and forced you to face him. "Look at me!" he demanded, on the brink of another explosion. You looked up at him, into his eyes, and after a small silence, he slapped you so hard you were thrown off your feet. "Leave." He ordered you. You scrambled to collect the documents you dropped and left before he changed his mind or did worse. Balem ran his fingers through his hair, fitting back into place strands that had come loose from his out burst. "Kill him." was the last thing you heard as you left. You weren't here by choice. That was your fathers doing. He was like the Sargorn, he made too many mistakes, but had offered you as a mild attempt at redemption of replenishing some lost RegenerX. Instead, he was killed. For some reason however, you weren't harvested but taken as a personal indentured servant, at the beck and call of the first primary, his Lord Balem Abrasax. It was very clear, even before your now daily experiences, that he was a man of business and profit, not much else. You assumed it was due to the fact you weren't too hard on the eyes, and having a pretty toy by his side would help make deals if the intimidation didn't. You were in your room in the servants quarters, tending to your head and face; even the lightest touch stung with excruciating pain. Why did I try to intervene? you thought, He was just another Sargorn. but you knew why. You sympathized with the poor creature, being that you were in similar states of being at the mercy of Balem. Just the mere thought of being in his shoes and knowing that mistake would be your death brought you to tears. You cried, poorly attempting to wipe the tears away. You thought you were over this, but that's what you thought every other time too. Your gross sobbing was cut short by the attention grabbing cough of Mr. Night. He's the mousey rat splice that serves as what would be the equivalent of an efficiency manager. "Lord Balem wishes to see you." he squeaked. You sniffle and hastily rub away your tears in an attempt to be more presentable then followed him to Balems personal chambers.
"My Lord, _____ is here." he says after entering, then gesturing for you to enter. Your breath hitches as you try to recover from crying, passing Mr. Night as you cross the threshold. "Leave us." Balem says calmly, prompting Mr. Night to close the door behind you.
He was lounging at his desk against the circular room window just behind his bed. You weren't surprised that he worked even in his bedroom. Monetary means is the bottom line and nothing else matters. you thought as you stood a few feet away from the door, awaiting orders. "It has come to my attention that I may have been too harsh in my punishment of you." he says not even looking away from the document in his hand. "It's to be expected. I acted out of turn." you said, knowing anything else might end you up in the same place as the Sargorn. "It is not my intention nor a desire of mine to cause unnecessary damage to anything or anyone. There is nothing to gain from such acts." his voice half-hearten as he puts the document on the desk. Since when do you care? you thought. You stiffen as he approaches you, "It really does upset me when I project my rage onto you. Its unbecoming of me." his hand caressing your cheek causing you to reflexively flinch. He pulls his hand away, "I do hope you don't hold it against me. I've grown quite fond of you." Is this his way of apologizing? It's not very good. "I've never done something like this before. Asking for forgiveness is quite a difficult task." his hand meets your chin and cradles it between his thumb and forefinger. As much as it pains you to, you understand where hes coming from. Hes a rich, handsome entrepreneur who's probably been spoiled all his life and never had to do labor let alone lift a finger. When would he have ever had to apologize in his life?
As cycles progressed, you noticed a definite attempt at softer interactions towards you when alone. You later learned from another servant that his mother was the same way as him when it came to having a mind for business and not much else. His mother huh? That explains a lot. The sky was dark as you were summoned by Mr. Night to Balems chamber yet again. As usual, you awaited what he had to say in the threshold of the room. He stood from his desk and made his way to you as leisurely as ever. You couldn't help but notice his attire: shirtless, glittering robe and pants, and his ever accompanying collar. "I hope you're fairing well." "I recently learned that you inherited your head for business from your mother." you retorted, curious to his response. His face turned dark briefly before a glint of sorrow blanketed his features. "Indeed I had. My mother was quite brilliant in regards to profit, and taught me many tricks of the trade. I quite dearly loved my mother. Why is that of interest to you?" "It would explain your behavior and difficulty with things such as apologies." your body naturally tensing as such an audacious response. "I suppose you're right. She wasn't much of a mother as much as she was a teacher." he approached you closer, "but that doesn't change how much she meant to me. tell me, how much do you love your mother?" what? why would he ask that? your face turned quizzical. "I... I love my mother. she birthed and raised me." you respond. "Your father had a hand in raising you as well. The same one who was so willing to give you up rather than face the consequences of his mistakes." You slapped him, "Only because you made him fear for his life! anyone would do something drastic if it meant saving their life!" you immediately regretted your actions and fell to your knees. "Even if it meant a loving father would have to throw his precious daughter to the wolves to save himself? Not even I am that cruel." he caressed the red mark left on his cheek. After a moment of silence, "Those refineries that cost that Sargorn his life were my mothers. That last one being her masterpiece. It would be a disgrace to her to continue letting incompetence defile her legacy." He moved towards the bed.
Your heart sank farther down. It never even occurred to you that those refineries would be anyone else's but his and that he wasn't as shallow as the bath of RegenerX that he clearly took a dip in recently. You got to your feet and slowly approached him. You couldn't completely change your feelings of his actions, but you couldn't disagree with his reasoning either. Face to face once again, you stared into his eyes, reflecting a void as dark as space, only being filled with your own visage. The short-lived moment was broken by his soft lips pressing against yours. Oddly enough, you didn't fight it as he guided you onto your back, the cushion of his bed being softer than you expected. He gave another kiss as he hovered above you, his arms supporting him. "I sincerely hope you'll let me cherish you, for I do care about you."
The morning came lazily as you drifted awake, slowly realizing that a body was closely embracing yours, draped only in silken sheets. You turn to see that body belonging to Balem, holding you from behind and resting his face in the crook of your neck. You couldn't help but admire his features in the morning light. A conflicting feeling still resting in your chest. This moment wouldn't last as the knock and squeak of a certain Mr. Night broke the silence. "Lord Balem, calculations for the recent shipment of RegenerX is here."
An audible moan escaped balems lips, "I shall see it soon. Leave me for now." he manages to say. You turn to him, astonished. "But Lord--" You're cut off as he kisses you good morning, "The only thing that matters right now, is you."
