In a meager attempt to both calm herself and regain her composture, she leaned briskly forward in his arms. Her eyes were still closed, her shapely eyebrows furrowed in both confusion and anxiety. She did not know where she was, all she knew was that she had lost control yet again, and the results were more than horrific. After she strained and failed to gaze back at him, she sank into him, but did not dare to let her guard down. The heat from his body was intoxicating, flowing in waves against her skin and lulling her into a drowsy state of consciousness. Her cheeks flushed in embaressment as her mind was more focused on his intimacy than not being able to move. she became slightly irritated, her wrists writhing and harshly rubbing against one another under his arms, and she bit her lip to keep from damning him to hell. The awkwardnes in the arm silence caused her to squirm more, no words fluttering from the depths of her mind. Knives was lost in her own abyss of silence, her eyes focusing on the ceiling, and the m any splintering boards which composed it.

She felt his body shift beneath hers, and her bottom dip into his pelvic area. This caused her muscles to tighten, her knees bending and twisting as she struggled in silence and allowed a few soft breaths of stain to pass her lips. After a few moments of anxious squirming, all movement ceased. For now, she would give up, and wait for the right time to make her move. Deep in the silence she began to ponder.

'Why did he stop me?'

'Where did he come from?

'Who is he?'

'Does he know who I am?'

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. Andurhil is my loveslave . Quark is my Necro-Loving-Fiend .



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