Re: Can't Breathe [ Mature / Experienced // 4 Players Max ] //Please Reply//

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"Why, my queen?" I whispered into her ear, hand running under the blanket and over her nude body. A smirk formed on my face.

Caladrin slumped against the wall, seemingly asleep. But his mind was hard at work, forming a plan. He was almost in a mental coma, but was able to get out in an instant. His mind worked quickly, trying to form a plan to get out of the cold, hard, stone prison.

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Gilraen was about to reply to him when she felt his hand on her. "Because..." she whined, trying to pull farther away from him, but if she did, she'd end up falling off the bed, so she stayed put. "Because... I'm cold..." she lied. She wondered where Caladrin was, and if he was cold.

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He smirked. "THere are blankets, for a reason." His hand traveled to her bare breast, sqeezing it softly. His lips suddenly were on hers passionatly, an evil smile on her lips.

Caladrins eyes snapped open, and he eyed the guards. A plan slightly formed in his mind.

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"I know! I'm---" Gilraen sucked in a sharp breath when she felt his hand on her breast, then his lips down on hers. She squeaked gently, and squirmed underneath him. She tried to protest, but it only came out sounding like a groan -- something she didn't intend to happen.

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"I thought you would like this." His voice was smooth, seductive. He rolled on top of her, under the blankets, fingers traveling over her, fingering her nipples. Meanwhile Caladrin, had a few tricks of his own up his sleeve.

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Gilraen shook her head. She wriggled angrily underneath him, rolling onto her side and making sure he couldn't reach her breasts. "Go away!" Gilraen snapped angrily. She was trying to be strong. It wasn't working very well, as she could feel tears forming in the side of her eyes.

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He quickly pulled her back, pinning her down, his hands gripping her wrists and keeping them over her head. He leaned downwards, kissing her on the lips, then trailing down to her breasts.

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Gilraen shook angrily as he pinned her down. She felt rather soiled at his touch, his kisses. Gilraen did the next best thing that she could think of, something he probably hadn't expected: she lifted her leg and kneed him in the crotch, hoping to get him off of her.

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He doubled over, hans clutching my crotch. Air hissed through my teeth, the pain was excrusiating.

Blue spaks scuttled across the floor, directed to a slab of stone. As the guard turned, he quickly extinguished them.

(sss)

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Gilraen nearly spat in his face, but instead she coped with a firm, "Ha!" and grabbed some blankets, wrapping them around her before hurriedly flipping herself out of the bed and running over to the corner of the room, hiding in the shadows.

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He angrilly threw the remaining blanket over him, head hitting the pillow harshly.

Caladrin said a soft sleeping spell, and within minutes, the guards were asleep. Something that bastard elder had never thought of.

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Gilraen chuckled, enjoying seeing him in pain. She hoped the pain would be enough to keep him distracted while she tried to undo the lock with magic. The room was too dark to see where he'd put the keys, and if she could hazard a guess, they were in his pants' pocket. Instead, she rushed over to the door and began to shake it, speaking some magic words to try and undo the lock.

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Voromere laughed. The doors were shut, and for good. Only he could open and close them.

Caladrin worked with different spells and magic, trying to open the doors.

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Gilraen heard him laugh, and she wondered why, "LET ME OUT!" she screamed, banging her fists against the wall. Finally, she gave up and slid against the wall, then hid herself under the blanket she'd taken, shivering.
Now that she'd disobeyed, what would he do to her? Or worse, to Caladrin?

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"Go to sleep, my dove." He turned over, pulling the blanket over him, smiling to himself. She was his. All his now.

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Gilraen shuddered as she knew she had no choice but to listen to him. She snatched a pillow off the bed and made herself cozy on the floor below the bed. The rug wasn't very comfortable, but it was better than sleeping with him.

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Caldrin experimented while the guards were sleeping. But each spell, and every bit of magic he used, seemed to make the gates stronger, harder to get through. He decided to experiment on the small, barred window high above him. He first shook the bars, seeing if any were loose. They werent. A rat scurried across his foot, and he shook if off halfheartedly.

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Gilraen sighed, unable to sleep. It must've been a few hours she lay on that carpet, until one of the boys started crying for food. Since it was dark, and she knew Voromir wouldn't be able to see her breastfeeding the boys, she got up and slowly made her way over to the chair where they were sleeping, picked them up, and began feeding them one by one.

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Caladrin drifted into a light sleep, and soon, the rays of the new morning sun wafted into the cold prison. He woke suddenly, and continued using his spells and magic. Nothing seemed to work. Directing his sparks to the lock, he made sure the guard couldn't see.

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After feeding the boys, Gilraen had situated them so she could sleep beside them, and pulled the covers over her.

When the first sunrays hit her in her chair in the darkened corner, she rolled over, groaning, not noticing her top half was exposed, as she tried desperately to go back to sleep.

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In a moment, Voromere was beside her, top half naked. He had been watching her since the morning hours, hungrily taking in her form. He had also seen her feed the babies at night, and decided it was a good idea he let her keep the babies. It gave her a reason to have to show herself in front of him.

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Gilraen felt the heat of somebody beside her, and she momentarily forgoet where she was. "Caladrin?" She said groggily, her eyes only half open and she pulled the covers over her shoulder, curling up in a ball underneath the covers, still completely unaware to her whereabouts. That was the problem with her in the morning. She was

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"Yes, my dear." Voromeres voice was soft, but inside he was chuckling. He pressed his lips on hers, much like Caladrin would do in the morning.
(sss)

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Gilraen snuked gently, closing her eyes. "Good morning, love," she said quietly before feeling him (whom she thought was Caladrin) press his lips against hers, and she responded passionately, even though it was rather early in the morning. She always had love for Caladrin.

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Voromere chuckled. "Hello my dove." He wrapped his arms around her bare waist, kissing her passionatly. He was jealous, as Caladrin had the undaunted love of Gilraen.

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