Viking Capture Dance
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Submission
*ivy{DED}fg shivers as sea spray glissades on nude flesh, the chill of the night air causing goosebumps to dance on her like a faery upon delicate petals. She softly whimpers fear of the unknown eating at her being, as supple flesh slowly sways with the rolling of the ship many days having passed her arms ache from the long hours chained above her head on the pole.
*ivy{DED}fg trembles as aggitated movement is heard above her. She shivers, darkness cloaking her eyes as black leather covers them. Pressing against the pole for security, she tries to listen for familiar loving feet, but all she is able to hear are the scattered sounds of men running across the deck. Abruptly her arms are jerked off the pole, and she stumbles to her knees, terrified she began to weep.
*ivy{DED}fg cries out as she feels herself lifted, large hands grasping her waist as she is tossed like a rag doll over a strange shoulder. Groaning as bound wrists dangle caressing His lower back. Her heart pounds and she remained perfectly still, too scared to move, moaning with the jostling of his footsteps, as she feels the cold sea air upon her naked flesh, soft nipples hardening as they rub against Him.
*ivy{DED}fg weeps as she is hurried through the village, her nudity causing a deep flush on delicate cheeks with the sounds of childrens laughter. Every sound amplified as she feels His steps now lumbering up a hill. Suddenly a heavy door opens with a creak, and feels the heated air enwrap her like a boa around its victim.
*ivy{DED}fg shutters as she is dropped to the dirt floor in a heap, grabbed by her long platinum hair, a heavy chain is attatched to her collar. Whimpering she grabs at the chains struggling to get free, sniffing the air searching for the Jarl who captured her. Suddenly the hood is torn from her head, sea blue eyes struggle to focus.
*ivy{DED}fg cringes as a huge Man kicks her, as He looks around the first tier, and says "who wants this wench?" She stifles a scream and begins to pull upon the chains, crawling away from the One before her. He grabs her hair pulling her back to His feet and the pole. He pulls her to her feet thrusting her thighs open to kiss the pole. "Show us your sex slut"
*ivy{DED}fg whimpers as she struggles against the pole, her delicate treasures now tasting of the wooden Master. Laughter of Men tearing her spirit, deep blue eyes flutter closed as she begins to envision the One who captured her. long supple arms grasp Him, grinding her heat into His shaft. Soft erotic movements call to Him to drink of her nectar.
*ivy{DED}fg softly moans as she writhes against the pole, her heart pounding uncontrolably, she enwraps creamy thighs, leaning back her long tresses sweep the dirt beneath. Her heat her soul, given to the Jarl of her heart. Sliding down she wantonly caresses Him, His long braid laying over His shoulder as He uses her.
*ivy{DED}fg groans as her belly begins to burn with need, her hips grinding faster as nectar lays wet upon His sword, faster and faster she grinds, pulling back from His power, yet again mesmerized to yield to His need. Her body fueled with the caress of His maleness upon swollen bud. Suddening she is brought back to the present with Men taunting her on.
*ivy{DED}fg cries out again struggling with the long chain, she spins away from that which binds her, twirling chain dances within swollen lips pulling her down to her knees as her heat sparks to a higher degree. Wantonly she dances upon the chains, seductive hip writhing as hard steel bites at soft treasure, the flames of an inferno consumes her.
*ivy{DED}fg erotically moans as she rolls to her belly, grinding her breasts into the dirt as seductive hips tintilate her burning belly. Terror mixed with animalistic lust fueling her need. The sounds of men now barely heard as they call out bids for the wench, as she suddenly turns, feeling the power of One so long ago, now nearby.
*ivy{DED}fg trembles as flames sear her soul, His power, His need, His touch all calling to that which lay dormant. She crawls across the dirt floor, dragging the chain between her thighs, it cold caress, sending chills to her center as she now dances for Him. Long fingers toying with hardened nipples as her heat calls to the Jarl.
*ivy{DED}fg groans as she seductively crawls to the first tier, she shivers as she feels One grab at her glistening flesh and she rolls away, seeking the One she so craves, her mind on fire with the single thought of a finger upon her ruby lips. Tears flow dampening the dusty floor as the feline grace of a panther weaves through the many Men, trying to reach the Jarl.
*ivy{DED}fg screams as she is pulled away, she again struggles to crawl to the One above. His hand stays the Man in control and she feels the chain give as she finally reaches the Jarls furs. Her hips exotically calling to Him, like a panther in heat. her fingers entering swollen treasures, grinding within the wetness, she moans, pulling chains taut against her.
*ivy{DED}fg softly whimpers as she turns her palms up chain biting deep against velvet as she stretches her svelte form, trying to place her right cheek upon His left foot offering all she is to the Jarl. He grabs her hair, looks to the others as He lifts her ruby lips. She is "Not" for sale" then kisses her deeply, as He takes all that she is.
Gorean Dance
"Designed by Syndara DoveSinger"
"also known as ivy{DED}fg"
