11-09-2017, 10:24 PM
CURIOSITY KILLED THE CAT
& SATISFACTION BROUGHT HIM BACK
& SATISFACTION BROUGHT HIM BACK
The champagne mares responds immediately, giving herself to him readily. The sudden splaying of her hind legs and the scent of her desire make his heart beat faster and his own black frame quiver with desire. Dahmer presses his dark shoulder to her more aggressively, a heated groan reverberating from deep in his throat as Ellyse speaks again and her honeyed voice nearly begs him to end their torture. Her confession is more than enough to shove him over the edge ─ he is entirely, unquestionably hers.
His injured shoulders and the dull throb within them have long been forgotten as the black beast rises onto his muscled hinds. His forelegs find a firm purchase on Ellyse's sides once he is sure that he has avoided the delicate feathers of her wings. Dahmer doesn't enter her right away (he throbs, wanting her endlessly, hating himself for teasing them both), instead presses his weight against her and finds skin with his blunt teeth, nipping at the parts of her that he can reach.
Her scent is intoxicating and he inhales deeply, groaning when finally he allows himself entrance into dat dere gushy wet wet. Dahmer's own breath catches as he sets a slow pace, sinking himself deeply into her, finding a rhythm that allows himself to grip her tight and lose his thoughts in their courtship. He had not taken his time with her the first time they had met beneath the cover of darkness, he had been selfish and quick and he had used her to console himself. The thoroughbred grunts at Ellyse's warmth and sighs in longing as he retracts, only to repeat the process over and over.
"Oh, Ellyse," he whispers to her, breathy and sensuous. He's slick with sweat by now, but the black beast does not want to part from her, does not want deprive them both from affection any longer ─ he needs her just as she needs him, and Dahmer reminds her of his own with each aggressive thrust.
His injured shoulders and the dull throb within them have long been forgotten as the black beast rises onto his muscled hinds. His forelegs find a firm purchase on Ellyse's sides once he is sure that he has avoided the delicate feathers of her wings. Dahmer doesn't enter her right away (he throbs, wanting her endlessly, hating himself for teasing them both), instead presses his weight against her and finds skin with his blunt teeth, nipping at the parts of her that he can reach.
Her scent is intoxicating and he inhales deeply, groaning when finally he allows himself entrance into dat dere gushy wet wet. Dahmer's own breath catches as he sets a slow pace, sinking himself deeply into her, finding a rhythm that allows himself to grip her tight and lose his thoughts in their courtship. He had not taken his time with her the first time they had met beneath the cover of darkness, he had been selfish and quick and he had used her to console himself. The thoroughbred grunts at Ellyse's warmth and sighs in longing as he retracts, only to repeat the process over and over.
"Oh, Ellyse," he whispers to her, breathy and sensuous. He's slick with sweat by now, but the black beast does not want to part from her, does not want deprive them both from affection any longer ─ he needs her just as she needs him, and Dahmer reminds her of his own with each aggressive thrust.
Dahmer
@[Ellyse]