A beam of moonlight pierced through the narrow window onto the cold earth as Selene's ethereal form lain sprawled towards the cold stone floor. Her eyes fixed on Bastien Leclerc: the brutish harsh, short-tempered guard strolling dank corridor outside her prison. Bastien was a walking mammoth of a man at over eight feet tall, bulging muscles rippling beneath his uniform with near-zero body fat. His thick neck and imposing stature were only further accentuated by the prominent scar that marred his forehead.
Selene watched him with calculated interest, her mind filling already with plans of seduction and manipulation. All that while remaining perfectly still every subscriptly of her body would shift slightly so the guard would get a glimpse of flawless skin or dangerous curves.
As Bastien passed by her cell, his eyes couldn't help but be drawn to the vision of beauty within. He tried to maintain his usual stern bearing but at the sight of Selene's beautiful figure, a flame in his loins long suppressed began to burst into an uncontrollable fire which he tried hard to put out. Abruptly, he tore his gaze away from Selene as the sound of heavy footsteps echoed in the corridor, signaling the arrival of another pair of guards. Bastien resumed his patrol with a face burning and flesh shrouded by tumultuous want.
Selene smiled to herself, on her pallet in the shadows of her cell, as she relished the power she held over the formidable man. She knew that already Bastien was ensnared in her web, but she needed to push him just a bit further--to ensure that he would be unable to resist whatever sensual allure she chose for the rest of them.
The next day, as Bastien completed his rounds, Selene decided it was time to escalate her efforts. She purposefully sat near the bars of her cell giving the guard a straight on view her magnificently full breasts as she wriggled and innocently stretched all while reaching above her head. She stared into the guard's eyes to wordlessly invite him closer which made Bastien's heart invade into rhythm gymnastics.
His breathing turned ragged as he tried to compose himself, hating how this prisoner could affect him so easily. And, yet despite his best efforts, the bulge itself had formed at the front of his trousers which indicated that this was not exactly true. He shifted uncomfortably trying to hide the erection in the folds of his uniform but it would be in vain; Selene had already seen it and now she was keen on taking advantage of him.
"Damn her," Bastien thought, clenching his fists in frustration.
Meanwhile, Selene was absolutely thrilled with herself because she knew how much sway she had over the huge man. She knew that with each passing moment, Bastien's desire for her only grew stronger. And as further her plan was unfurled, like a dark flower and came into its bloom, she could hardly wait for the coming day when she would be able to divert the voracious appetite of that mighty behemoth to her own interest.
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Bastien's large hands clenched the iron bars of Selene's cell until his knuckles turned white while he fought a primitive urge to thunder into the dungeon and sweep her into his arms. His visits to her had become more and more frequent, each time with a new excuse to be near her, but always maintaining his severe attitude. He was like the moth drawn to the flame - unable to resist the pull of her body - body designed for seduction.
"Inspection," Bastien growled at last, making sure his voice carried with authority. "You stay in place."
Selene complied, but as she moved to stand against the far wall of her cell, she purposely allowed the thin fabric of her garment to slip off one shoulder, revealing first the soft curve of her collarbone and then, as the material behind her clung to her figure through static electricity, just a hint of her cleavage. She threw him an innocent look, her eyes widening and vulnerable, biting at her lower lip in a gesture that seemed equal parts nervousness and anticipation. It was a subtle flirtation that played on his ego, making him feel desired and important without ever speaking a word.
"Everything seems. in order," Bastien murmured, his eyes flicking away from the expanse of her exposed skin for a moment. But as he did, he found that he couldn't keep them from drifting back to it, tracing the lines of her body with an attention that made his member stiffen beneath its dark tunic.
"Good," Selene thought, her heart racing with excitement at the effect she was having on the brutish guard. "He's falling deeper into my web." Her eyes never left his form, and she could see the dread reckless battle that raged on the brink of erupting over of his sense of duty.
Selene's beauty appeared almost otherworldly in the dim light of dungeon, her pale skin softly glowing against the cold stone walls. Her full lips curled into a shy smile that seemed to welcome Bastien closer, to touch the silky smoothness of her skin and to lose himself onto the depths of her eyes.
"Damn this woman, I must resist her," Bastien thought, his body betraying him with each pounding heartbeat.
Yet he couldn't rip off his gaze with his mind filled with images of what it must feel like to hold her, to taste her, feel her body pressed against his. His breath hitched as she adjusted her garment that only let it cling even more tightly to these perfect curves, accented the way the breasts swelled above and the narrowness of the waist below.
"Pull yourself together, Leclerc," he inwardly scolded himself. But his conviction barely weakened by the second, crumbling away under Selene's silent seduction like a wall in the wake of a tremendous landslide.
The longer Bastien battled against the pull of her magnetic presence, even more Selene smirked in satisfaction of her mastery over him. With every look, with every subsiding change of her body, she was pulling him closer to the line knowing that soon he would fall -- and she could catch him.
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The dim torch flickered against the rippling muscles of Bastien as he paced in front of the cell that Selene now called home, large hands clenched into fists at his sides. He didn't understand the magnetic force that kept bringing him back to her over and over again, not being able to get his mind off of absolutely anything else. His strong fingers brushed against the iron bars separating them, and he fought an urge to reach through them and touch her, feel her softness beneath his rough, calloused touch.
"Leclerc, you needed elsewhere," one of the other guards shouted to him, but Bastien could hear nothing with the pounding in his own heart.
"After," he growled back at him, eyes never leaving Selene for a moment.
"Whatever," the guard grumbled, stalking away and leaving Bastien alone with the object of his obsession.
Selene had positioned herself near the back of her cell, arms wrapped around her tight as if seeking comfort from some unseen chill. She kept her eyes lowered, long dark lashes stark against the pale skin of her cheeks. Her obvious vulnerability only made Bastien want to protect her that much more - though he would be hard-pressed to find anything else in life more powerful than her at that moment.
