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Post by Zekan on Dec 26, 2010 0:49:50 GMT -5
It had been at least six months since he had saved her life and made her his. She was his. His slave, his partner, his... everything. He knew, that it wouldn't take much to make him fall for her. The way she walked, talked, moved... Everything about her was hypnotizing. He was beginning to give her freedom. She had done everything he asked of her and more, and he was one to hold true to his obligations. He told her from the beginning, what he liked, and what he didn't tolerate. And it seemed she listened, because she had followed each and every order he gave her. She had been going out on her own, every now and again, and he knew he could trust her, as odd as it sounded. To other demons, trusting a slave was far from their mind. They were property, nothing more. But, Kaleera was much more than that. She was... special, to say the least. Giving her a few hours of freedom a day was nothing to him. And besides, it gave him time to think, to do his work for Lucifer. Kaleera had been so well, in fact, that he was planning on surprising her with a trip upstairs, and a gift. He walked into the cave where they stayed in hell, seeing her sitting on the bed, half naked. A smirk crossed his lips quickly. " Get dressed." He told her, walking over and picking out some clothing for himself. " Klänning ... lämpligt." He smiled back at her as he started to shed his clothes. |
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Post by Kaleera on Dec 26, 2010 1:10:07 GMT -5
No Bra, No panties.Laying on the bed she caressed her tender skin. The tattoo had hurt alot worse than she imagined. Sure, she was a powerful demon...slave, but it still hurt like a bitch. Flipping through the pages of an old fashion magazine she had snagged from "upstairs" a while back with her free hand she looked at al the beautiful women. Why were humans so pretty? They were so flawed? They deserved to be down in a cave all day....not her. Not her and Zekan. They were too beautiful to be locked in Hell forever. Sighing she flinched at the pain on her rib cage. She ran her nails up her side barely tickling the sore skin. A shiver ran up her spine, but not from the gentle touch. Zekan was near. It was a talent of hers to be able to feel the presence of her master. It had started a couple months ago...when she first started feeling attached him. Kaleera looked over her shoulder as he entered the room. She smirked at him her eagerness being hidden. Biting her bottom lip down she listened to what she was being told. "Get dressed." He told her, walking over and picking out some clothing for himself. "Klänning ... lämpligt."Nodding she stood up and walked to the small large space she had been given for all her clothes. She browsed with her eyes. As if she had forgot she remebered her tattoo and turned around to look at Zekan as he searched for his clothing. "Zekan, en present till dig?" She un-did her bra so he could see the tattoo fully. She stood there in front of him her breasts naked, not feeling a bit awkward at all as he admired her art work. Turning around momentarily she grabbed her leather pants and turned back to face Zekan as she undressed. Nothing like watching someone else as you undressed. She shimmied off her underwear and slid into her skin tight leather pants. Her chest still bare she turned back to her clothing to search for something to go with her pants. Finding the perfect corset top she turned to Zekan. "Vänligen zip mig." She licked her lips. "Unless you rather me go topless?" She smirked knowing he would not be as tacky as to make her go out without a top on. He had more class than that, and he knew Kaleera did. She only said these things to turn him on. Not that he often showed any emotion, but when he did. It aroused her more than taking someones life....and that meant alot.
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Post by Zekan on Dec 26, 2010 1:22:12 GMT -5
"Zekan, en present till dig?"
He smirked, eyes flowing over her skin to the tattoo that seemed to take up residence there. He liked it, and he liked it even more that she had done it for a gift to him. "Mycket..." He let it drag on as his fingers danced over the ink. "förförisk." He grinned, his underwear slipping off as she grabbed leather pants.
Grabbing a new pair and some dark jeans, the entire time they dressed, he stared at her. There was something about watching someone while they dressed. They weren't trying to be seductive, it just happened, due to the natural beauty of their body. He was starting on the buttons of his shirt when she began speaking again.
"Vänligen zip mig." She licked her lips. "Unless you rather me go topless?"
He smirked softly as he closed the distance between then, holding the zipper between his index finger and thumb. "I'd much prefer you topless." He commented, leaning in and licking at her neck. "But, I do not think it's appropriate while upstairs." He grinned, zipping it up.
"Din svenska är rullar på bra." He smiled, looking at her as he started on the buttons. "Kan du ge mig det västen?" He asked, sitting down on the edge of the bed and slipping his shoes on.
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Post by Kaleera on Dec 26, 2010 1:49:12 GMT -5
"Mycket..." He let it drag on as his fingers danced over the ink. "förförisk."
Closing her eyes all her nerves tingled and she bit her bottom lip down to hid the moan boiling up in her throat. She opened her eyes taking a breath and looking at him in the eyes. "Då mitt mål var uppnått." Her eyes had scanned over his naked body as he dressed and she could feel her heart pulsing through another part of her body. One that yearned for him.
She had felt him in her once before. It wasn't that long ago. It was the best moment of her life. Even before she was a slave....she had never felt that way during sex like she had with Zekan. Though she would never let him know that. He was a man who liked his fuckings. And she knew he had fucked plenty of other people.....not while she was around, but she had heard about it.
"I'd much prefer you topless." He commented, leaning in and licking at her neck. "But, I do not think it's appropriate while upstairs."
Her eyes lit up instantly. She purred though she didn't quite mean to. It just came out. "Upstairs? Well tonight is my lucky night." She grinned. Going upstairs meant blood....fresh blood. And lots of fun. Though usually Zekan watched while she had fun....which always ended up being less fun than if her and him would just have fun. She shook the thought. She should consider herself lucky. Her life was definently not like other slaves and she knew this. Turning from him she adjusted her top and slipped on her shoes and slipped her daggar from him in her special hiding spot.
"Din svenska är rullar på bra." He smiled, looking at her as he started on the buttons. "Kan du ge mig det västen?"
Kaleera grinned and curtsied. "Bara det bästa för dig." She bit her lip and grabbed the vest he was asking for. Handing it to him she made eye contact with him her eyes burning a neon pink. Sex was a necessity....and she really needed it. Just as much as she needed blood, and well she was running low on both.
"Vad har du planerat?" She asked as she examined herself in the mirror. She looked fit for going out. She smoothed on some dark red lipstick and she was done her black waves framing her face perfectly. She turned to Zekan. He looked handsome....so damn fuckable. She held those thoughts and awaited his reply.
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