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Post by The Sovereign on Mar 16, 2019 9:24:09 GMT -5
There was always a certain amount of fear that came off of others when Roman was around. His voice, a deep, deliberate baritone, commanded respect. His demeanor, strong and unwavering, commanded attention. His eyes burned with a controlled rage that caused others to show deference to him. All of that combined with his sheer powered brought people to their knees around him. And that was exactly where they belonged. Even a man as powerful as Holloway understood that. The respect and fear shown to the Sovereign was expected.
The thing about it was though, that there could be no slight given without some sort of remuneration. Holloway understood that as well as any, and Roman knew the assassin leader understood. Just before Acacia began the incantation for the teleport spell, Roman lifted a single hand towards one of the ninjas. The ninja's eyes went wide, knowing this was the end for him. Roman's hand twisted in a circle until his fist closed completely, and he recited a few arcane words. The ninja's body began to tremble violently. "There can be no mistakes, Holloway," Roman commanded. "One week." The ninja continued to violently spasm in place. "Find the mistake faster, and I will dispel this pain your follower is feeling."
Roman turned to Acacia, who had begun the words and hand motions. Her motions were flawless, her words perfect. Roman smiled as the two of them were transported out of the sewers and into the library. It took a few moments for the queen to get her bearings, and then she spoke. Confidence rang out in her voice, the kind of confidence befitting of a queen. She was settling into this new role of hers. It wouldn't be long before she had full command of it. "I never had any doubts, my love," came his response. Despite his power, his knowledge and his advanced tech, he still had his antiquated ways of speaking. His words and his actions were exactly what he believed were necessary when it came to the simple task of treating the woman in your life the way she should be treated, like a queen.
"I believe that tonight there is no further need of lessons or learning," he said slowly, his hand brushing up her neck and resting on the side of her face against her perfect cheekbones. No magic was necessary now, just the pure energy between the two as he other hand unzipped the back of her dress and slipped one strap over her shoulder.
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Post by Acacia Bailey on Mar 29, 2019 18:30:16 GMT -5
Was there anything Roman could not do with his magic? Maybe, but there couldn’t be many things. Between magic and technology, he seemed damn near all-powerful. It made her pity anyone who was stupid enough to cross or anger him. Like the poor ninja who found himself in unspeakable agony because his master couldn’t keep his people in line. Everyone should know better than to mess with their king. And for as long as it seemed like he’d been around, Acacia would have thought that everyone would know better by now.
The transportation spell went off without a hitch, and her elation was only further heightened by his words. Hearing his level of confidence in her was great, but it was the other part that truly captured her attention. His love. She was his love. There was nothing he could possibly say that would be more music to her ears than that. First he’d kissed her at the party, and now this. It really was the greatest night of her life.
Now they were home. Acacia nearly pulled away from him, assuming that he would have to get back to his lab to work on some kind of invention or other. Something in his eyes stopped her, and it didn’t take her long to figure out why. Was this finally the night he gave her… everything she’d desired since the first night he took her away from her school? Tonight their relationship had taken some major strides forward, but she hadn’t thought this would be the night. Maybe this had been his plan all along. That wouldn’t surprise her one bit, having gotten a certain amount of used to the way he thought about things and planned ahead. And was she going to resist? Not in the slightest. He slid one strap off her shoulder and she easily shrugged out of the other strap. With the dress fully unzipped, it easily slipped off her body and pooled around her feet.
Not a single thought was given to the fact that she was now standing before him in her underwear. As a former dancer she was used to being in various stages of undress around groups of people. This was of course different. Acacia actually cared about what this man thought of her body. Wanted him to desire her. But so far it didn’t seem like that would be a problem. He’d chosen her, after all. “I disagree, my love,” she replied, slowly reaching up to unbutton his shirt. “I think there are still many things you could teach me tonight.”
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Post by The Sovereign on Apr 27, 2019 9:31:40 GMT -5
Tonight had gone off without a hitch. That was exactly the way that Roman liked it. Even the reports of failure weren't that much of a disappointment to him. He always expected a small amount of error in his people. No one was perfect, not even him. But a good leader demanded the best out of his followers, not because he was an asshole, but because he knew what they were capable of doing. And his followers were capable of great deeds. The woman standing before him, stripped down to her underwear, was also capable of great deeds. She'd proven that tonight, mastering one of the most difficult spells that there was to learn. There were so many ways that teleportation could go wrong, but as he had expected, his confidence in her had been warranted.
A slight smirk crossed his face when she disagreed and said there were many things he could teach her. Good, there was that fire. For all of the obedience that he demanded from his followers, he didn't want the same in his queen. Yes, it was necessary for her to have that, especially in learning the mystical arts from him, but he didn't want her to just stupidly agree with everything he said. Every good leader needed to be checked from time to time. And those words just proved to him that she was the proper set of checks and balances. As her fingers fiddled with the buttons on his shirt, his hands lowered and roamed, left hand on caressing down to her hip, right hand up and just below her breast, his thumb slipping beneath her bra. That hand slowly roamed around to her back, and with a flick of his wrist, undid her undergarment's hooks.
By now her fingers had finished their work and his shirt was completely untucked and unbuttoned. His belt was next, and came off easily as he pulled her bra down her arms and tossed it aside. With a quick motion, he lowered slightly and lifted her, his hands strong on her waist and her butt, and pulled her body against his. His fingers slid lower, running under her panties and slowly starting to delve into her velvety depths. Tonight was going to be magical.
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Post by Acacia Bailey on Jun 1, 2019 15:57:26 GMT -5
Nervous but eager fingers slipped the buttons on his shirt out of the holes. Acacia had wanted him for so long it felt like an eternity. Every inch of his skin that was revealed only further heightened her desire. His body was as perfect as she’d imagined it would be. The ultimate man, that’s what he was. There was no measurable standard by which he fell short. Especially not when it came to below the waist, if the growing bulge was any sort of indication.
She was happiest to notice that her king seemed equally eager for this to proceed, judging by how quickly he’d stripped her down to nothing but her panties. Once his pants were unfastened and pooled around his ankles, he pulled her body into him. He only had to lift slightly on her backside for her to get the idea of what he wanted, hopping upward and wrapping her legs around his waist. Knowing his strong arms would keep her aloft, her hands took their time roaming the top half of his body before arriving at their destination: wrapped around his neck for a little additional stability.
Now that their bare chests were fully pressed together, she could really feel everything. The heat emanating from Roman’s body, that red-hot chemistry that had always existed between the two of them but was only now being unleashed. The strong beat of his heart. He’d given that heart to her, if his words were to be believed. Acacia had no reason to think he would lie about something like that. There was no reason for him to. She would have followed his every command even if he’d never paid her this kind of attention, even died for him if necessary. Love, lust, infatuation, obsession, any and all of these words applies to her feelings for him. It was the most intense need she’d ever experienced. That was why she nearly released a sigh of relief when she felt his fingers slip inside her. She kissed him, rolling her hips slowly forward and moaning softly. Her desperate need for him was still there, but now she knew that each passing moment only brought her closer to what she craved.
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Post by The Sovereign on Jun 8, 2019 19:54:31 GMT -5
Even to a man who was as old as Roman, the anticipation of this night felt like forever. There were plenty of nights before that he could have done this with her, but for the man known as the Sovereign, timing was everything. Her training was complete. Yes, she still had things to learn, but the truth was that she always would. After all this time, even Roman could still learn a thing or two when it came to magic. No one, not even he, was all powerful. But all of that didn't matter right now. With the woman he'd come to love pressed against him, the rest of the world fell away. Yes, he loved her. There was no worse crime in all the world that lying about that. The emotional damage that you could do to someone by doing that was not something that healed, even with time.
But right now was the right time, as timing was everything. He could feel her every emotion, her every move. She was perfectly in sync with him, and he with her. His heart beat faster, it had been some time since he'd been with a woman, but he was still as good as ever. He moved, walking out of the pool of cloth beneath his feet and just off to the side enough. His fingers did their instinctive work within her, but that was only going to work for a short time. What she wanted, what he wanted to give her, was now fully ready, standing at attention. He could have torn the panties, or used magic to remove them, but instead he just slid them aside so he could slowly enter into her. And slowly he did, groaning with pleasure as he went inch by inch deep within her, just as tight as he'd imagined she would be.
Leaning his head to the right a touch, he slowly kissed her neck as he began to move her up and down over him, pushing his hips upwards to meet her. The slow, rhythmic smacking of their flesh together, not too hard or too soft, echoed through the room. "It's your turn to teach me. Tell me what you like, my love," he said between kisses along her neck.
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