The Scaily Master (Alien Swede & Renesmee Cullen )

The room was dark. The only lights that prevented it to slink into total darkness was the odd candlelight on the walls. The stone walls had the occasional rack of weapons, hunting trophies and a fireplace, which was dead. The floor was covered by a large red carpet that didn't let any part of the floor see daylight (which was ironic, since even that was absent in this place). A large, kingsized bed was on the centre of this chamber and on it was the victim on the evening, strapped by her wrists to the rods that shot out from the corners of the bed. Her arms where stretched out, and she had barely enough room to lift or move her arms. Her legs where free however, but that wouldn't help her.

Footsteps where heard. They where muffled, and where distant. The footsteps grew in audability, and soon almost echoed inside this room, despite them comming from beyond the oak doors. Slowly the parted, and the savage lizardman leaned shis hands against each of them as he parted them, and made his way inside. They closed as he walked forward. He was a tall figure, well about 7 feet tall. His entire body was that of an athlete, rugged and hardened by decades of fighting which had culminated with his conquest of a small kingdom. He, was Lord Shara. A cloak was strapped around his neck and hung down his back, and that was his only sign of regality, apart from a few golden necklaces. He wore a crude loincloth, making a mockery of the image of the flamboyantly dressed regent which sat on the throne prior to Shera's hostile take over.

As he walked slowly towards the bed, and the slavegirl tied to it, he unbuckled the cloak and let it slide off his back and lang on the floor without any care in the world. he rumbled deepily, partly because of a stressful day, partly in anticipation. He stood next to the bed, to the left of the slavegirl, stretching his arms above his head, letting out a loud groan and taking off his necklaces afetr he was done. he turned his long head and looked at the girl. He grinned and flashed a toothed grin at her. His eyes where shining dark green, his hide was scaily and brown in colour. His muslces where very visible as the light licked his skin from the podiums next to the bed. His voice was dark and masculine, but slighly coarse. "Be calm, slave. I won't hurt you... More then neccessary." His humour was no doubt not appreciated by his bedmate for the night.

When the girl pleaded to him to spare her, he pressed his lips together and hushed her like a child. "Shhh, you'll only end up hurting yourself. I will let you go, in due time. Perhaps tomorrow morning... If you promise to be good." That ugly grin reappeared again. He might keep his promise too, he was finnicky like that, abiding by his own strange rule of conduct. In truth, he was an arbitrary bastard, twisting the rules to favour him at all times. Only rarely did he show compassion and kidness. Oh, how many times he had done that in the past and it only ended in grief. So, he gave up being nice. Ever since he did want he wanted, he got what he wanted.

This was no exception. He could, with enough time and effort, convicne a liberal woman to bed with him willingly... But, he didn't feel like it. It'd be too much of an effort. He had slave girls now, so why bother? His right hand, big, strong and warm to the touch, reached out for her wrist and touched it. He looked at the self inflicted wounds and shook his head with a slight frown on his face. "Silly girl..." Shara said with a slight sigh. His attention was now directed towards the girl... And he reached to her abdomen with his face. he kissed her side with surprisingly smooth lips.

Just because he could fuck her dry, didn't mean he wanted. Sometiems he just liked being smooth, despite the absurdity of being gentle in this context. Shara was finnicky like that.

He was almost amused by her fright. He kissed the soft skin on her side again with a smile on his lips, before looking back at her face. "Nooo! I won't hurt you! Stop saying that!" All the time he insisted talking in the same way someone would talk with a scared horse. Soft voices, 'there, there' and things like that.Just to tuan her even further, he slapped her stomach with his hand. It wasn't hard, just two loud taps against her bare skin. It wouldn't hurt her unless she had a wound there, and Shara was pretty sure she didnt.

His attention returned to her bare body within seconds. He leaned forward and raised his head, leaning down the tip of his lips against ehr and kissed her. Several times actually. It must have been surprising when she felt a long, warm and slippery tongue move out and touch her. One eye glared at her, and Shara still grinned her way, even when he licked her... Tracing his tongue towards her lower abdomen.

Shara's hand moved up and down her stomach, almost reassuringly like the hand of an experience man calming down a nervous virgin. It was very warm to the touch, even if it was dry and rough. It took a few seconds of kissing below her navel before he was inclined to answer. The lizardman smiled wide, and talked with a warm breath against her skin. "Promise." Immediatly after that, Nyoko could feel the tongue getting longer. He moved his head forward, sliding more of his tongue as he opened his mouth wider and stretched to... Almost show off. He gave her a wicked grin and a saucy wink with the one eye she could see eyeing her.

Almost 4 inches of his tongue was licking her stomach now, and several more where hanging out from his mouth but didn't touch her. His hands staretd to move now, and his left hand moved against her leg, stroking up and down ontop of her thigh and knee, while his right hand stroked further up her belly... Towards her heaving chest.

Shara was surprised. He didn't think that she'd be so easy to please. He didn't chuckle or laugh at this though, mostly because he was too engrossed with tasting her. His right hand started to caress a clothed breast when he tore from her lower abdomen. He panted through his nostrils and grinned, pulling his face closer to her. He was only a couple of inches away from her small and pale face, coloured temporarily with a red blush, and spoke with a low and husky tone. "I told you it was silly of you to resist." Then, his left hand passed up from her inner thigh, and stroked between her legs over the small cloth she wore for protection. His claw then lirked around the waist band of it, and it staretd to become obvious that it would stay to cover her for much longer.

(ho ho, shrinking posts~)

Dear gods, she was doing a great job arousing him. That innocent blush, the worried but still inquisitive questions she asked... He felt empowered and incredibly masculine at the moment. He always did, but this was even more so. with the flick of his wrist, her underwear was undone, and hanged over her weakily without any support. It slowly slid down her crotch, and her womanhood was bare for the world to see. For Shara to see. He was still facing her when she talked, and he grinned at her question about his size. "Not horribly big..." And that was all he said. His head slowly retreated, and his hand touched her bra. It was puleld down, and one of her breasts where bare, her nipple pink and stiff from the excitement, or maybe it was the cold. At any rate, he tilted his head down and gave the pink erection a tug with his lips clasped onto it, then sucked it.

Shara, at that moment, staretd to consider his options carefully. Should he release her? She could try and run, or even fight him. He stiffled a laughter, which just made it look like he was smiling, at the thought. All she could hope to do was to scratch his hide. So, he decided to be nice after all. A hand reached over to her bonds, and he untied her wrist, one by one. when that was done, he moved onto the bed itself and placed himself fso that he faced her, but her thighs where resting on his shoulders. His hands where placed on her stomach and pinned her down gently... When his snout moved closer to her glistening womanhood. That was the first time she felt his slippery tongue stroke her between her wet and throbbing folds.

Shara smiled again at her increasingly bolder state of mind. His tongue flickered upwards, and contact her clit. His tongue focused on it, and he pressed his tongue against it, stroking it with the flat side several times. Slowly, and hard he moved his tongue up and down against her. Then he suddenly stopped, and looked up at her. "Use your fingers... And spread yourself for my tongue." His voice was dirty and husky. He didn't wait for her to respond thought, and lightly ran the tip of his tongue over her clit again, teasingly stroking it.

Shara groaned against ehr opening as she continued to mew and moan at his touch. His tongue stiffened into a solid form, and he darted his head forward. 5 inches of phallic and slick meat then entered Nyoko quickly... Shara's hands where still on her, pinning her down when his head started to bob back and forth. A loud schlicking noise was heard, and echoed through the entire room. His own hard member started to grind against the bedshhets, and he moved his pelvis slowly back and forth, attending to his own carnal needs.

His eyes opened, and stared right at her from betweene rh breasts. His tongue retracted slowly form her, and after a moment of tasting her juices, he gave a wicked remark. "That was sudden. I think I should do what you suggest." he was quick to move, jumping up to his knees, grabbing her knees and spreading her slender legs apart. He leaned forward, almost touching her lips with his own. Shara breathed against her, sending several pulses of her own scent onto her face. He grabbed his aching and throbbing member, and slid the slick head against her opening. He pushed half an inch inside of her, then he stopped. With not even the cockhead fully emersed inside of her, he stopped and brought his last demand to her. "I want you to beg for it. Touch yourself, and beg me for my cock, slave." He snarled the words out, and looked to be pretty caught up in the moment. It was most likely that he wouldn't take no for an answer.

That was the sort of pleading that could drive any man over the egde, and Shara was no exception. His breathing increased, and his eyes widened at her most erotic expression of her desire. He licked her pink and quivering lips with a slow motion, leaving a lingering taste of herself for her to lick up. He held his breath the moment he braced himself to move, then he thrust forward. There was a loud nosie, similar to that of wet leather twisted into a knot, then drying. It was almost like twisting a piece of cloth until it protested the abuse in one's hands. Shara panted quickly, braced himsefl again and gave ehr another quick penetration. Nearly half of his 10 inches was inside of her tight virginity, which didn't leave much virginity left in her...

He grunted, and wasn't happy about her begging. Now he was starting to wonder seriously what he should do. He promised her that it wouldn't hurt, but at the same time... He was in the power to do whetever he very well damned pleased. He began to slowly move out of her, almost tantalizingly slow. She could feel a part of her following the big memebr inside of her outwards of her, as hard as it was clinging and clasping around him. He murmured quietly to himself, thinking about his options. Make this enjoyable for them both, or just for him. That question was bothering him, but decided at the end that he should ease her up before he would do anything more brutal. He'd hate to make a mess on the bed,

"Don't worry, I'll make a woman out of you soon." Shara smirked and jerked his pelvis forward slowly, pressing half of his length inside of her again. Now he was swinging his pelvis back and forth as he forced himself in and out of the petite little girl. The wet noises continued to chime, but Shara didn't mind them. Infact, it just served to arouse him even further. His breathing was slow and hard, his chest heaving at a regular pace. He smiled at the girl as he watched every expression she made, then parted his lips and let his tongue out. He pressed his lips against hers suddenly, and forced his tongue inside of her. He would immediatly started to slither it around her own tongue, leaving a lingering taste of herself in her mouth.