Anjasa smiles and her shoulders slope as she finally relaxes, sighing against his lips. Jumwa reaches one hand behind himself, unhapsing his shield and letting it go to the ground before he tilts Anjasa back against one of his thighs and arms, kissing her until he breaks away, "I can look at ju at times, and see de woman... De woman beyond de tough Lieutenant. De woman beyond de beauty and even de brains. And I know ju are mine, and dat woman inside can't be any one elses.€ Anjasa looks up at him, biting her lower lip to stop from smiling, just staring at him in awe, turning her head to better watch him.
Jumwa raises a hand up, trailing his index finger tip along her jawline, "Her body could grind sweatily against anodah mans. Her mind could be turned to t'oughts of all else. But de woman ju are... she's all mine. And can't by her very nature have eyes for anyone else but me.€
Anjasa smiles, looking away from him for a moment, "D'is is what I mean about feelin' naked." Jumwa smiles and looks down Anjasa's body, "And dat's exactly what I mean. Ju could have stripped bare for hundreds of odah men... maybe more, t'roughout de years. But only I've seen dis woman naked." Anjasa blushes brightly, leaning up and kissing the bottom of his tusk, speaking quietly as though afraid someone might hear, "Ju're right..."
Jumwa smiles warmly down at Anjasa, "None of de odah stuff mattahs, knowing dat. And I know, in our world of t'ieves, liahs, betrayal... I can count on ju to be true to me in spirit."
€œI could have killed ju... so many times... stolen everythin' ju have... taken de tribe from ju. Everythin' ju have, I could have taken with a flick of my wrists...€ Anjasa mumbles softly, staring up at him, "I made a lot of enemies doin' just d'at in de past... but not ju."
Jumwa reaches his hand up the side of Anjasa's neck, his thumb going behind her ear as he leans in closer, "Anjasa... I nevah could admit it to ju before... but if ju had stolen all dat's mine... if ju did take de Tribe from me... I would follow ju in a heartbeat. I would forgive ju it, and...€ Jumwa pauses, swallowing and looking down Anjasa's face.
Anjasa tilts her head curiously, staring up at him as he spoke. €œIt wasn't always true, but... now I'd give all dat up for ju. And sometimes... sometimes I even t'ink ju are bettah den me. Dat I somehow captured a goddess who is bettah den me. More capable den me. Sometimes.€
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Their two sets of eyes pierced into her, over her sad, weepy face. Over the tear soaked cheeks. Over her smeared makeup, their eyes that of predators.
Anjasa shook her head sadly, giving her arms one sturdy pull then leaning back, her lower lip quivering too much to speak. Jumwa stared at her while the night elf moved, moving around his bulky body, then pushing him down on his shoulder blade, arching one of her legs over him, staring down at him with her golden eyes as she pressed her nethers to his cock, meeting some resistance. He still stared at Anjasa, even through his half closed eyes, even as he moaned his hurtful words, 'soo tight.' He only took his eyes off her for a moment to look up at Kim'Jael and smile a warm smile, "Almost as if she's a virgin, each and every time."
Anjasa growled and howled, bucking and struggling as the elf lowered herself on her lover's massive member, the pierced studs slowly disappearing inside her. Anjasa glared violently. Those studs spelled her name. A-N-J down one side, A-S-A down the other. He wouldn't even need to change them once he killed her.
She had been naive, too trusting. In all her years she knew what went on, knew what went bump in the night. She knew of the evil in the world and had committed more than her share.
But he had seen her nude, seen to the sore, sad, broken little girl that wanted nothing more than to please others and be loved. Exposed her every weakness, her every vulnerability, her every flaw to this man. This unstable, frightening man. The man who threatened wholeheartedly to eat her alive if she crossed his lines.
Her skirt had ridden up in her desperate effort, the ribbon in her shirt having come untied, her breasts bouncing as she struggled in her anger and self pity, staring up at Kim'Jael as she stopped several inches before meeting Jumwa's hilt, pausing there as if in pain.
Jumwa looked over at Anjasa smugly, his shaft pulsing noticeably against the dark purple cunt.
"Whores are fun for a while, but d'ey have no lastin' value," he growled, staring Anjasa down, "Worthless. Nothin' but a hole to fill."
Anjasa stared back at him, her eyes glassy and sore from her tears.