05-18-2018, 10:26 AM
The demon within her writhes as she welcomes the intensity of his arousal. Her age hardly seems an object of interest to her now. His hot breath on her skin sends shockwaves of pleasure through her, her body craving more. There is an urgency to his movements as his mouth moves along the near black of her body. Every inhale and exhale was charged with his need to fulfill the lust that was boiling up from within him.
The red-hot aura around her glowed bright yet as he travels to her back side and his tongue finds the sweet spot between her legs. Licking and biting, her knees grow weak and she feels the force of her fear stretch out in a million different fingers. Around them subtle thumps adds to the ambiance as squirrels and birds fall dead into the blanket of snow gathered at the trunks of their trees. Pleasure upon pleasure coarsed through her veins and she clenched her teeth against a low moan that rose from the depths of her. He wanted her to scream, demanded it – yet she remained stubbornly silent.
He wanted to possess her, she could feel it in the urgency of his movements and in the satisfaction, he got from pleasuring her. He allowed him his moment, gifting him her small token of gratitude. Besides, it was a queen’s job to pleasure her king.
The waves of her orgasm snuck up on her and her knees trembled as she finally released the moan he’d desired to hear from her. Riding the wave, she reveled in her moment. Only as it finished did she realize that she desired more. Pulling her long black tail out of the way she backed herself into his chest, demanding that he finish the job that he started.
“Fuck me you red nosed son of a bitch.”
@[Modicum Mortem]
The red-hot aura around her glowed bright yet as he travels to her back side and his tongue finds the sweet spot between her legs. Licking and biting, her knees grow weak and she feels the force of her fear stretch out in a million different fingers. Around them subtle thumps adds to the ambiance as squirrels and birds fall dead into the blanket of snow gathered at the trunks of their trees. Pleasure upon pleasure coarsed through her veins and she clenched her teeth against a low moan that rose from the depths of her. He wanted her to scream, demanded it – yet she remained stubbornly silent.
He wanted to possess her, she could feel it in the urgency of his movements and in the satisfaction, he got from pleasuring her. He allowed him his moment, gifting him her small token of gratitude. Besides, it was a queen’s job to pleasure her king.
The waves of her orgasm snuck up on her and her knees trembled as she finally released the moan he’d desired to hear from her. Riding the wave, she reveled in her moment. Only as it finished did she realize that she desired more. Pulling her long black tail out of the way she backed herself into his chest, demanding that he finish the job that he started.
“Fuck me you red nosed son of a bitch.”
@[Modicum Mortem]