and teasing out her primal fantasies - her darkest desires. He could see that he had brought them to the surface and now, under the power of the aria, he would make her surrender to her fantasy.
'You like that, don't you, Pariah?' He said as he softly pulled his thumb from her lips, enjoying the way her tongue followed it out. He cupped her chin in his hand and guided her lips to his own. 'You can't fight it, baby.'
'Bu...,' Pariah tried to protest but she was cut off as his lips met hers. He kissed her gently, teasing her lips with his tongue.
Ugh... this is so wrong , she thought even as she began to accept his kiss. His lips captured hers and his tongue pushed into her mouth, playing with her own until she couldn't help but play back, kissing him in earnest.
She desperately needed time to gather her thoughts and straighten out, but Lenny kept pressing her, turning up a gear each time she felt a flicker of her will returning. Mmmm, maybe I should go with it for a little while , she thought, just until I can get my strength back…
'Yeah,' he breathed between kisses, sensing the dam of lust starting to break in her mind as she started to reciprocate, 'Let yourself go, Pariah.'
'Mmmm,' she moaned, spurred on by his words and returning his kiss passionately; her tongue entering his mouth now more than his entered hers.
It was a sensual and demanding kiss, and it both excited Pariah and shamed her to be so intimate with this seedy stranger – a common thug she had been moments away from knocking out.
It felt amazing. Pariah's whole body ached with need. She hadn't been touched in so long; she hadn't indulged in sexual desire for what felt like forever. She wanted this, she realised. She wanted Lenny to have her; to fuck her until she screamed with passion - and then to keep fucking her.
Enough! her voice shouted in her head, You're better than this Evelyn. Fight! Use your belt!
Even as she savoured Lenny's deep kiss, she realised that this was still a fight. It wasn't some kind of sensual dream; she needed to do something. Her mind was a fog of lust and desire, and she wanted him so much. She wanted to be taken by him, to just surrender and feel the pleasure that the choir was promising her. It felt so good. How could anyone not want this?
Yet she needed to fight. A deep, animal part of her psyche - even deeper than the primal desires that Lenny was kindling - demanded resistance. The conflicting needs clashed in her mind before the animal won out - just.
With immense effort she pulled away from the kiss, trailing their mixed saliva between them. The look of subjugation in her eyes hardened into defiance. She drew both her hands down to her belt, reaching for the pouches concealed there.
Before she reached the pouches, she felt strong hands lock around her wrists before guiding them behind her back. Looking over her shoulder she saw Tyrone had come up behind her, amusement and attraction written over his face. He pressed himself up against her back, allowing her to feel the fullness of his presence and pressing the erection in his pants into the cleft of her ass.
'You are a wonder, Pariah,' his deep voice growled into her ear, 'Aren't you tired of fighting it? Isn't there something much more enjoyable that you could be doing with your efforts? Just give in .'
Part Five: Dark Desires
It was all going so wrong.
Pariah had come expecting underhand tactics and trickery. She had expected a tough fight. She had been warned that Underhaven had means to coerce and control.
What she he had not expected, however, was the betrayal of her mind and body.
Barely minutes earlier she had them on the run. She had demolished almost the entire crew - sixteen tough and trained men - with brutal efficiency. Those two that remained had almost fled for their lives in the face of her imposing might. She had almost taken the whole facility in the space of barely a minute. Almost added another impressive chapter to her list of
'You like that, don't you, Pariah?' He said as he softly pulled his thumb from her lips, enjoying the way her tongue followed it out. He cupped her chin in his hand and guided her lips to his own. 'You can't fight it, baby.'
'Bu...,' Pariah tried to protest but she was cut off as his lips met hers. He kissed her gently, teasing her lips with his tongue.
Ugh... this is so wrong , she thought even as she began to accept his kiss. His lips captured hers and his tongue pushed into her mouth, playing with her own until she couldn't help but play back, kissing him in earnest.
She desperately needed time to gather her thoughts and straighten out, but Lenny kept pressing her, turning up a gear each time she felt a flicker of her will returning. Mmmm, maybe I should go with it for a little while , she thought, just until I can get my strength back…
'Yeah,' he breathed between kisses, sensing the dam of lust starting to break in her mind as she started to reciprocate, 'Let yourself go, Pariah.'
'Mmmm,' she moaned, spurred on by his words and returning his kiss passionately; her tongue entering his mouth now more than his entered hers.
It was a sensual and demanding kiss, and it both excited Pariah and shamed her to be so intimate with this seedy stranger – a common thug she had been moments away from knocking out.
It felt amazing. Pariah's whole body ached with need. She hadn't been touched in so long; she hadn't indulged in sexual desire for what felt like forever. She wanted this, she realised. She wanted Lenny to have her; to fuck her until she screamed with passion - and then to keep fucking her.
Enough! her voice shouted in her head, You're better than this Evelyn. Fight! Use your belt!
Even as she savoured Lenny's deep kiss, she realised that this was still a fight. It wasn't some kind of sensual dream; she needed to do something. Her mind was a fog of lust and desire, and she wanted him so much. She wanted to be taken by him, to just surrender and feel the pleasure that the choir was promising her. It felt so good. How could anyone not want this?
Yet she needed to fight. A deep, animal part of her psyche - even deeper than the primal desires that Lenny was kindling - demanded resistance. The conflicting needs clashed in her mind before the animal won out - just.
With immense effort she pulled away from the kiss, trailing their mixed saliva between them. The look of subjugation in her eyes hardened into defiance. She drew both her hands down to her belt, reaching for the pouches concealed there.
Before she reached the pouches, she felt strong hands lock around her wrists before guiding them behind her back. Looking over her shoulder she saw Tyrone had come up behind her, amusement and attraction written over his face. He pressed himself up against her back, allowing her to feel the fullness of his presence and pressing the erection in his pants into the cleft of her ass.
'You are a wonder, Pariah,' his deep voice growled into her ear, 'Aren't you tired of fighting it? Isn't there something much more enjoyable that you could be doing with your efforts? Just give in .'
Part Five: Dark Desires
It was all going so wrong.
Pariah had come expecting underhand tactics and trickery. She had expected a tough fight. She had been warned that Underhaven had means to coerce and control.
What she he had not expected, however, was the betrayal of her mind and body.
Barely minutes earlier she had them on the run. She had demolished almost the entire crew - sixteen tough and trained men - with brutal efficiency. Those two that remained had almost fled for their lives in the face of her imposing might. She had almost taken the whole facility in the space of barely a minute. Almost added another impressive chapter to her list of
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