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Post by Nero Cobra on Dec 27, 2015 2:11:52 GMT
Nero stared down at her when she asked him not to speak of his sorcerer friend, a small smirk coming to the corner of his lips. He knelt down beside her, grabbing her chin in his hand as he looked at her. "Don't cry princess, pretty soon, you'll have a new life right in here. And all will be well." His hand traveled down to her stomach, running his fingers over her sweat soaked skin. He stood up and buttoned up his shirt, tucking it back into his pants neatly and he looked as that he hadn't just raped his daughter. Nero glanced down at her before he snapped his fingers. Her clothes returned to her body and her skin was perfect and clean like she has just come out of a bath. She would be sore for a few days but damn was she worth the energy he put into this.
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Post by Nita on Dec 27, 2015 2:32:35 GMT
Nita pulled away from him, "For you I suppose it will be." She said quietly as she tried not to react to his hands on her stomach. Her body shivered as her clothes reappeared and she felt more then saw that her skin felt cleaner. It was as if she had just had a bath, but she couldn't bring herself to care. Her body still ached, and there would be some places she'd have to heal so Naveen would never find out. More tears welled up as she looked away from Nero, it would have been kinder if he hadn't given her that potion. Then she wouldn't be wanting more from him, she felt disgusted of herself. Naveen deserved so much more then her, she had given into their father and she had loved every second of it.
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Post by Nero Cobra on Dec 27, 2015 3:18:30 GMT
Nero waved his hand, dismissing her comment before he shoved his hands into his pockets. "Do tell Naveen I said hello. I'd love to see his face in person but duty calls." He grinned as he made his way down the alleyway, his mind replaying the previous events in his head. Nero could still hear her cries, feel her body, taste her skin. She was like an addiction and after tonight, he'd definitely have to come back for another taste. Now it was a waiting game. If she became pregnant, great, but if not he'd just gave to claim her again and again.
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