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Ayla of No People (_ayla_) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-09-05 09:03:00

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ayla, complete, day 14, john crichton

Day 14
Who: Ayla & John
What: Go-Carting!
When: Morning
Where: Cafe- then Go-Carts
Rating: PG, if that
Status: Incomplete

It was another glorious morning outside. Sunlight streamed through what could be classified as a window in the wall of her cave-like room. She was happy when she woke up. She prepared the tea she always made for herself and a different brew for Yvaine. The past several days she'd taken the tea to her so that her leg would heal faster.

But after showering, dressing and heading to Yvaine's room, she found that the star woman's leg was by some miracle completely healed. She examined the leg herself and was astonished. Yvaine explained about Tonks and the magical ability to heal instantly and Ayla wished that she had a similar power.

Leaving Yvaine, she headed down to the cafe for some breakfast. She settled herself in a booth and a golem made of clay walked over to take her order. She ordered some poached eggs, a ham steak and a nutty bread toast with gooseberry jam. She waited patiently for it to arrive, sipping some cold milk and looking around at the other patrons of the restaurant. When it arrived, she smiled and thanked the golem who promptly turned and left her to her breakfast.

She buttered and jellied her toast, taking a bite out of it. She was still astonished at the idea that she didn't have to go find all this food herself. That it was already prepared was even more strange. She was used to having the hunters provide the meat for her, but she always had to prepare it. And she had to gather grains and roots to supplement their meat supply. For it all to be laid out in front of her with no work on her part other than requesting it, was altogether unnatural.

She hummed slightly under her breath as she ate, still watching the other customers in the cafe under the cover of lowered brows. She had been reprimanded many times by Creb not to stare. But staring in the Clan equaled eavesdropping. She was just observing, but she still didn't want to be caught in case these people also thought it was rude. She lifted her gaze to the door when she saw it open from the corner of her eye.

She recognized the broad, dark-haired man and, after swallowing the mouthful of food, she smiled and lifted a hand to wave.

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johnrcrichton00
2008-11-07 11:18 am UTC (link)

Ayla’s hands went down to his pants and unfastened the button at the waist…if it was remotely possible, he grew even harder than before…as a matter of fact, John wondered if he had ever been so hard; he felt like the skin on his engorged shaft had been stretched to the point of splitting wide open! He had to get these pants off!!

John’s mind quickly flashed back to the days of his youth…his teens and college days when he couldn’t wait to ‘unleash the beast’. His buddies had nicknames for him then “Moby Dick” and “Long John Silver”…not to mention the horse, donkey and elephant noises they would make whenever he passed by with a girl. It was all a big joke then and John was, like any teen, proud of his ‘gift; he was endowed with not just an above average penis…he had a porn star penis…10 ½ inches, he had measured and proudly bragged to his buddies. Back then it scared some girls and some it hurt when he entered them, partly because of his size and partly his inexperience. As a teen and college student, he was nonchalant about it all…

Now he was with Ayla and he cared and he was not that silly boy anymore. His boots and socks were quickly removed and his pants followed shortly after. John Crichton was a 35 year old man in prime condition…his body was all muscle from constant activity and regular workouts; his broad chest was covered with a medium amount of light brown hair as was his six pack abs…this led down to a dense bush of dark brown pubic hair from which protruded a very long, thick shaft, crowned by a massive, dark rose-colored head.

John looked down at his oversized manhood and actually blushed as he looked back up at Ayla, “Princess…Baby, I don’t want to hurt you…we can do whatever you want…you know?”, he hinted, “I ummm…don’t have to…you know…put it in you if you don’t want me to”. He was trying to be chivalrous and he was sounding foolish…and now clear droplets of precum were issuing forth from his throbbing member…soon it would be running. He couldn’t remember wanting anyone more.

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_ayla_
2008-11-18 12:38 pm UTC (link)

Ayla was delighted with John's enthusiasm to get his clothes off. As she was laying there completely nude herself, it was only fair. She smiled shyly at him and glanced down. Her eyes widened slightly as she took in his manhood. It was certainly impressive. But it didn't frighten her. She was used to being raped, and she had experience with larger members. Jondalar had been afraid of hurting her, too.

She turned her impossibly large blue eyes back up to his face and she smiled as she put both of her hands to his jaw. "You are a very sweet man. I appreciate you being delicate with me, but you aren't going to hurt me." She leaned up to kiss him lightly before one of her hands strayed down the light sprinkling of hair on his chest to the engorged shaft that lay against her thigh. Her small hand grasped it, though she couldn't make her fingers touch with the circumfrence of it as large as it was.

Touching it, understanding how excited he was to be with her made her that much more excited herself. She could feel the dampness between her own legs and knew she was ready for him. After a few pumps of her hand on the straining cock, she guided him toward her core, the deep heat of the well that awaited him. She spread her legs to accommodate his hips and arched her back, pressing herself against the bulbous head of his penis.

She gasped in delight as contact was made. Her eyes fluttered shut, and she might have looked to be in agony were it not for the smile spread from ear to ear. "Oh John. Oh John. Oh John." She repeated his name over again in anticipation. "I want you to fill me." And she did, more than anything. She wanted to feel him bottom out, slam their hips together as he stuffed her to the hilt. Her nipples contracted to hard little nubs that were almost painful.

Her core pulsed slightly and she sighed, her eyes opening to gaze at him. "Please?" She had one hand grasping a fistful of blanket, the other still held lightly to his cock. But she soon let go, hoping he would fulfill her only desire at the moment, to be filled by this lovely man holding himself above her. She leaned up to kiss him once more, and it was filled with longing, passion and a fire for him alone.

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