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dollymixturesAnyone who knew anything about thieving knew that the best thief in the city was the Wing. Nobody knew who the Wing was, but if you needed something acquired and you had the money to pay for it, you would find your way to a little shop and make your request, and within a few days you would have what you were looking for.
"Message for you, Lark," a young boy from the shop was holding out a folded piece of parchment, sealed with wax, to the young woman bent over the wash tub. She straightened up, tucking a strand of red hair into her headscarf and wiping her damp hands off on her apron.
"Thanks, here's a penny for your trouble," the girl spoke softly, fishing out a penny from her apron pocket and trading it for the parchment. The boy hung around, obviously curious what the missive contained, but the girl tucked it away into her pocket and returned to her washing.
It was later that evening, once she was alone, that she broke the seal and read the contents of the letter.
So. Somebody wanted a magical artefact from the wizard in the woods. That was going to cost them a pretty penny, everybody was afraid to go near the wizard's castle. They must really want this artefact.
She tossed the parchment into the fire, watching the flames devour the inked request for a moment before turning to the trunk at the food of her bed. She shed the simple peasant garb she had been wearing and took from the trunk something a little more special. The clothes were utilitarian, dark grey, and easy to move in. She dressed quickly, tucking her hair into a hood and crossed her room on silent feet to climb out the window, disappearing across the city.
It was only a few short hours later and the moon shone a silvery glow across the woods, casting light across the stone walls of the wizard's castle. They did not cast light on the shadowed figure climbing nimbly up the stonework of the tallest tower and slipping through a window.
She lowered herself onto the floor of the room she'd climbed into, pausing silently to listen for any signs of life or indication that any of the castle's occupants were awake.
"Message for you, Lark," a young boy from the shop was holding out a folded piece of parchment, sealed with wax, to the young woman bent over the wash tub. She straightened up, tucking a strand of red hair into her headscarf and wiping her damp hands off on her apron.
"Thanks, here's a penny for your trouble," the girl spoke softly, fishing out a penny from her apron pocket and trading it for the parchment. The boy hung around, obviously curious what the missive contained, but the girl tucked it away into her pocket and returned to her washing.
It was later that evening, once she was alone, that she broke the seal and read the contents of the letter.
So. Somebody wanted a magical artefact from the wizard in the woods. That was going to cost them a pretty penny, everybody was afraid to go near the wizard's castle. They must really want this artefact.
She tossed the parchment into the fire, watching the flames devour the inked request for a moment before turning to the trunk at the food of her bed. She shed the simple peasant garb she had been wearing and took from the trunk something a little more special. The clothes were utilitarian, dark grey, and easy to move in. She dressed quickly, tucking her hair into a hood and crossed her room on silent feet to climb out the window, disappearing across the city.
It was only a few short hours later and the moon shone a silvery glow across the woods, casting light across the stone walls of the wizard's castle. They did not cast light on the shadowed figure climbing nimbly up the stonework of the tallest tower and slipping through a window.
She lowered herself onto the floor of the room she'd climbed into, pausing silently to listen for any signs of life or indication that any of the castle's occupants were awake.
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Date: 2018-01-03 05:15 pm (UTC)He smiled as the young woman bolted for the bed to obey his command as quickly and as thoroughly as she could. Niran nodded. "Ah, 'Master'. Yes, little bird, very good. 'Master' will do quite nicely." Striding across the room, he stood at the edge of the bed, directly in front of Lark as she offered herself so wantonly to him, her begging a symphony to his ears. "Oh, but you learn so well, so quickly, Lark. I like it. I am going to have so much fun with you."
Niran shifted into position, his cock in his hand, looming throbbing and huge just shy of the entrance of Lark's pussy. He began to rub the tip along her slit, coating himself with the wetness dripping freely from her before pressing it against the tight passage inside of her.
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Date: 2018-01-05 06:53 pm (UTC)A wash of pleasure and happiness spread over her as he approved of her use of the word master, even as that tiny part of her mind was sickened and horrified by it.
The touch of his cock against her lips spurred her on, and she found herself panting with need,almost wanting to push her hips down and impale herself on it - but this was not about her pleasure, this was about his, so she waited patiently - or rather, as patient as one could when you were still begging.
"Please master, take me, fuck me, use me, I'm yours, I'm-ah!" He finally started to press inside and her delight was obvious, fingers curling into the sheets below her, even the hint of pain from the tightness of her, the unfamiliarity of something inside her, even that was perfection in that moment.
"Thank you master," she heard herself saying, tone joyous and blissful.
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Date: 2018-01-06 12:37 am (UTC)The head of the sorcerer's cock pushed its way into her tight, overheated passage. At Lark's delighted thanks, he gave his new plaything a smile. "Always remember how generous your master can be, little bird. How much I can give you when you behave. Like now, I can take you as you've been begging me to."
With a shift of his weight, Niran speared her with his length, a single thrust filling her pussy completely with him, right down to the root. Only the slickness of the powerful arousal he'd commanded into Lark eased the way.
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Date: 2018-01-06 11:08 pm (UTC)"Oh yes master," Lark babbled, almost overwhelmed with bliss and desire "I am so grateful, please use your little bird as you wish, I will obey you always."
As he thrust his way completely inside her, the first man to ever do so, the hint of pain was almost completely overwhelmed by the joy of being used and taken just as she had begged for. Inside, she wanted to be able to close her eyes, to turn her head away and pretend this wasn't happening, but since so much of her was staring up at him in adoration, unable to look away, drawn to her master, she was forced to endure. She almost felt like two people, one of them just a passenger in her own mind, watching herself act like such a wanton, needy slut for him.
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Date: 2018-01-09 12:21 am (UTC)The sorcerer grunted as his cock filled Lark's pussy. She'd told him that somehow, she'd avoided taking or being taken, and so it was just that much more delightful to have her begging him for it now. She was hot and molten slick around his length, his efforts and his enchantments having guaranteed Niran would likely always find her in such a ready state. His hips began to rock, thrusting his rigid shaft into her tight passage. "Tell me how it feels, little bird. Tell me how your master's cock feels inside you, tell me how you feel that I've taken you?"
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Date: 2018-01-09 09:33 am (UTC)Lark felt herself almost glow with pride at his praise, her pleasure and arousal enhanced even more than it already was.
As he began rocking, her hips moved up to meet every thrust, her breaths coming in quick pants in between a flurry of gasps and moans - until he asked her to speak, and then she was eager to tell him exactly how she felt. Or rather, exactly how most of her felt.
"Oh you feel so good master," she moaned, "Your cock feels so good inside me, so big and hard, it fills me in ways I never imagined, I feel so complete master, so full and content knowing I am bringing you pleasure, having you take me and use me as you want."
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Date: 2018-01-17 06:57 pm (UTC)Her words, sounding out between pants and moans, were wonderful music to the sorcerer's ears. "And you are complete now, my little bird, and you will crave this feeling of completion for as long as I own you. You will never feel right without having my cock filling and stretching one of your holes, just like now. Oh, you're being such a good slut for me, little bird. You were meant to be my plaything, and now at last you're complete."
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Date: 2018-01-18 11:01 pm (UTC)"Yes!" she cried out joyously, nearing another orgasm as she rocked against him "yes I am your slut! I was made for your cock! I crave it, I need it, yes" she was almost babbling now, the words coming like a mantra as she reiterated over and over that she was his to use, that she was desperate for him, the pitch of her words rising to almost a scream as she reached her peak once more, the pleasure crashing down on her - though her movements didn't slow, she was there for his pleasure, not her own, and she wouldn't stop trying to please him until he was completely satisfied.