# Part Eight: An Imaginarium
**Bree Rose Abrakir**
It was with a light heart that Bree went about the rest of her day, her spirits lightened considerably since learning of the battle outside of the village. Talfen had informed her immediately after the Caravan arrived in town. Either way, it was hard to miss the influx of people that a caravan brought. Talfen took a portion of the guard to check the area, but didn’t turn out anything.
Bree learned from several of the survivors that she helped heal of Marcia’s involvement and the demonborn man, Tirron, that was caught up in a lust spell. As much as she wanted to head out and help Marcia, healing the dwarf’s wounds tired her out. And she knew Marcia would be coming for some ingredients, but Bree didn’t expect her to be bonded to the demonborn.
Seeing the bond in person was a thrilling experience, as it always was, but it had nothing on the sheer energy surrounding the man. After Marcia first kissed him and then her, Bree couldn’t resist using her energy to call to the man, goading him into kissing her. Feeling his lust respond, she could see why Marcia bonded to him.
She felt the remnants of Sybil’s magic as she kissed him and with a push, cleared the rest of the pink shards away. Afterwards, she couldn’t help but send them away before the trio went far beyond what she wanted for the day. Bree wanted Marcia to enjoy the man and their bond alone for at least one day, but her invitation to dinner was a clear invitation that she wanted to go further with him.
And Bree knowing Marcia’s submissive nature, it didn’t take a genius to know Marcia would freely share him. Having shared a bed with Marcia many times, it was fun every time to goad the girl into trying new things. As Bree put away her ritual ingredients and climbed the stairs up to her bedroom, she thought of the last time Marcia and her shared a bed with a man.
It was one of the young farmers that Marcia always desired, a strong man that wasn’t as cute as Bree liked them, but had strong arms and a silent confidence. Bree seduced the man and surprised Marcia with him waiting in Bree’s bedroom one evening. It was a fun evening of being fucked in turn by the stud, but afterwards neither wanted to involve him again, due to one reason or another.
As Bree shed her clothes in her bedroom, she felt her intense need peak and she grabbed a long pale toy out of her bedside drawer, planting her face in her pillow with her bare ass in the air, sliding the toy into her without hesitation. A quick pulse of magic made the toy vibrate inside of her and she imagined being fucked by Tirron, a specimen that was far more attractive than the farmer and packing a lot more heat downstairs.
Even the toy paled in comparison, not filling her as much as she wanted at the time. She knew at the same moment, Marcia was surely being fucked by the lucky man. In her mind’s eyes, she could see Marcia’s slick pink lips being stretched by his cock. She could see the look of pleasure on the girl’s face, her lips parted open and her tongue peeking out as she begged for more.
Bree pushed her ass higher in the air as she charmed the toy to keep moving in and out of her pussy as her hands went up to her heaving breasts, pinching her nipples as she moaned out loud. Bree wished for an audience, anyone to watch her succumb to her wanton lust, but the house was empty and her grounds were far enough from onlookers that she doubted anyone could hear her needy moans.
But tomorrow, she would have an audience. Tirron and Marcia, the newly bonded couple, would watch her in turn. Bree felt a deep desire to make Marcia watch while she took Tirron in this position, her sex lewdly upturned in the air as he pounded at her. The thought was enough to push Bree over the edge and she came, nearly screaming her satisfaction to her imaginary audience.
The toy slowed its movements and then stopped as her orgasm waned, her lust satiated for the moment. She ran a hand down her belly and to her soaking wet sex, sliding the toy out and cleaning it with her tongue before returning it to it’s place. She collapsed heavily, staring up at the starry ceiling, the dark wood enchanted to show the current layout of the heavens above.
It was with a satisfied smile that she finally pushed herself out of bed and dressed in a soft robe and began preparing for a lovely dinner and an even lovelier night with her guests.
~~~~~
**Ramona Drumwind**
Holding her husband’s hand, Ramona led the way outside of town, to the small lot where their carts were parked. Most of them were abandoned, the residents staying in the various inns in the village. The guards barely gave them a second look as they passed a few huts and a small field that grew corn.
Just beyond, the carts were settled in a small clearing of trees, the area warded against harmful intruders, not that there was much left to steal besides their supplies destined to go further inland. Harvey led the way towards their cart, climbing up inside and helping her up as he sat heavily on his side, pulling a Green Leaf smoke from a small pouch by their bed.
Ramona watched him, sitting down near him and leaning back as he lit the smoke with a small match and took a big pull on the medicinal herb. He took another puff before passing it to her and Ramona took it happily, enjoying the feeling of lightness it gave her. It wasn’t often for them to smoke, as it almost always led to sex. Which was a problem when traveling with upwards of 30 other people in a series of carts.
“So Tirron, huh?” Harvey asked her with a raised eyebrow. Ramona took another lungful of smoke before passing it to him and shrugging a little playfully.
“As if you didn’t expect it.” Ramona teased back at him, “I didn’t think it would go further than flirting once in a while behind your back.. But there was something intense about him today.” Ramona admitted, watching Harvey’s face for any anger, but it never came.
“Well, he did form a bond with that girl. I mean, there’s always an energy of lust surrounding him, but it was far more intense today and especially last night when I checked on them.” Harvey nodded, taking a big hit that burned nearly half of what was left of the smoke before passing it to her.
Ramona smoked on the rest as Harvey stood up, and sure to form, began sliding his pants off and pushing up her dress, hooking his fingers in her panties and dragging them skillfully down her thigh legs. Ramona watched passively, smoking idly as Harvey’s head disappeared underneath her dress and began urgently licking at her sex.
She was already soaked from her encounter with Tirron and Harvey’s tongue was skilled from years of pleasuring her both during and before their marriage. Ramona’s head was already cloudy from the smoke and the feeling only got more intense as Harvey brought her steadily towards orgasm.
But right before pushing her over the peak, his head pulled away and then he was pulling her towards the side of the low bed where he knelt next to it, his cock sticking out achingly.
“I’ll give my approval just this once.” Harvey growled as he pushed himself into her, her legs hanging mostly off of the bed as his cock filled her perfectly. Ramona moaned freely, finishing off the smoke with the last of her breaths as he began to fuck her hard, relentlessly pushing her back towards the edge as he used her for his own pleasure.
“Just this once.. I’ll let Tirron fuck me and have his way with me.. Then we’ll be on our way and my pussy will be just for you!” Ramona promised in her husky, breathing moans. Harvey’s face twisted in pleasure at the thought and Ramona knew the man was getting off on the idea. Already, they were both on the edge.
“He’ll cum his demon seed all inside of me.. While I cum around his cock!” Ramona screamed as Harvey went over the edge, cumming hard inside of her. It triggered her own orgasm, making her nearly black-out with pleasure as the feeling brought her so high up in the air that she felt like space was around them.
And then it was over and he was laying on top of her, breathing hard in her ear as he thrust one last time inside of her before pulling out. He looked almost shamed for wanting it as she did, but she held him and kissed him and put his worries to rest.
And before long, Harvey was asleep and Ramona was left wondering herself if they were a little twisted for wanting it, for wanting Tirron to fuck her just once and then go back to his bonded, while she went back to her husband.
But the thrill inside, imagining him filling her, stretching her wider than Harvey did, was too intense to make her change her mind. Too long, she’d imagined fucking Tirron at one stop along the road or another. And this was her last chance. She’d make sure it was worth all of the twisted thoughts. She’d make sure Harvey would always find it arousing to have shared her.
His violent thrusting was more than payment enough, the way he seemingly used her pussy to get himself off was a promise that the thought didn’t disgust him too much.
~~~~~
**Sybil of Zibush**
Sybil squeezed her thighs together, barely focused on conversation as she spoke quietly with one of her acolytes, an ork girl that was training to become a Priestess of Orianna. It was all she could do not to find Letam and provoke him into violently fucking her or to go off in search of Tirron to do the same.
It was an intense desire, unquelled by her earlier attempt to bring herself to orgasm using her hand. It was frustration, being so close to the edge but not being able to push herself over it. She needed a cock, and badly.
“-Right?” Sipha asked, shocking Sybil out of her headspace. Sybil smiled wryly, patting the girl’s hand.
“I’m sorry, Sipha. I’ve just been really distracted since that failed raid yesterday.” The Priestess admitted. Sipha nodded with a soft smile.
“That’s understandable. I know the men didn’t really expect as much resistance, but it’s probably for the best. I’d hate to have the Lord’s Guard on us for stealing some supplies.” Sipha looked a little scared by the prospect. Sybil remembered that the last attack by the guard was what inspired Sipha to take up training to become a Priestess and more importantly, a healer.
It was just after her coming-of-age ceremony and the men had brought back a veritable feast. Sipha was flirting with one of the warriors, teasing giving up her maidenhood to him should the next raid go well. But then the guard attacked and took out many of the warriors, including the one she desired. Sybil was the one to pry her off of his body as she struggled to try and cast a spell to heal his wounds.
But even Sybil’s power wasn’t enough to save the man and Sybil pulled the girl back into the cave and the two of them put up a ward that protected the most vulnerable of the clan, the older Orks, women, and children.
Luckily, the clan pushed back the guard and had kept a low profile since. But Letam had to do something to prove himself to some up and coming Orks that wanted Letam’s chieftain position. The failed raid would do him no favors, but Letam seemed unconcerned and decided to merely wait for them to challenge him and then he’d show them why he became Chieftain.
Sipha gazed at Sybil curiously when the woman realized she was lost in thought once more, but Sipha brushed off the woman’s apologies.
“Your energy seems a little different today, Priestess. I know you said there was another magic user there, along with that healer girl from the village. Did they hurt you?” Sipha asked softly, her eyes watching Sybil intently.
“Not hurt me..” Sybil looked around the tent that they sat in, the one that only the two of them were supposed to enter. She didn’t hear anyone around, but she reached for her staff and put up a muting spell, regardless.
“I cast the Unending Lust Spell at the demonborn warrior, his name is Tirron. I knew Tumbleheart was nearby, I thought perhaps they would be called together, but I forgot the crucial rule in using that spell, set up a ward around yourself or you will become a victim.” Sybil admitted a little hesitantly, though she was happy to get it off of her chest to someone besides Letam, who forbade her to tell anyone else what happened.
The other warriors were already aware that if anyone found out, they would end up in the goblin’s mating cave with their cocks removed for good measure.
“I see.. So this Tirron.. He was fertile.” Sipha put together the pieces with surprising clarity, her eyes lighting upon Sybil’s belly.
“Yes, my dear. And I was as well.” Sybil told the girl, seeing the realization on her face. Sipha’s face went through several emotions, first surprise, then curiosity, and then it settled on happiness.
“Congratulations! I think.. I don’t know if you’re happy about it, but I think it’s awesome. I know your mother was a human, so I think it’s pretty.. Appropriate that you’ll have a half-human baby as well. Or half demonborn. I’m still not sure how that works.” Sipha giggled as Sybil shook her head in amusement.
“I am quite happy about it, my love. As you know, having a child with Letam would be inviting it to be killed by his challengers. I don’t know when he plans to reveal it, but I don’t like keeping it a secret.” Sybil frowned, still a little scared by the prospect of her baby dying while outside of her influence. Even so, she planned not to let anyone but the most trusted ones, such as Sipha, take care of it.
“He’ll come to the decision, as he always does, on his own time.” Sipha giggled and then she bit her lip as her eyes raked down Sybil’s form to her mostly bare thighs. It was rare for Sybil to see such a clear display of sexual curiosity since her potential mate’s death, but it thrilled Sybil to see it.
“Was.. was it good? You know.. Having sex with the demonborn?” Sipha asked in a quiet voice, one laced with curiosity that wouldn’t give up. Sybil nodded with a grin, squeezing her legs together once more as the memory.
“It was some of the best sex I’ve ever had. Tirron was relentless in his pursuit of orgasm and he filled me up to the brim. I was still leaking his seed when Letam took me later in the night.” Sybil admitted, seeing the faint blush on the girl’s bright green cheeks. Sipha bit her lip once more as her eyes seemingly tried to pry apart Sybil’s thighs.
“I can’t imagine what it’s like to be fucked by a man. I still want to find a mate, but sometimes I just want to cum so badly..” Sipha murmured as she squeezed her thighs together and shivered in need. Sybil debated with herself for a moment before she rose from her chair and went to the girl, raising her by the hand. Sipha followed her lead without question, standing up.
Sybil took the moment to look at the girl. She was thicker than Sybil, with wide hips more suited to childbirth than anything. Her breasts were average sized, but her bottom was larger than most and often called to Sybil’s eyes when the girl walked away. Sipha’s skin was a dark green on almost all of her body, her hair was brown, tinged with pink and purple dye. Her ears were longer than most and poked out to the side of her head and each was decorated with jewelry.
In one word, she was gorgeous and Sybil often had to put down thoughts on corrupting her acolyte. But the need that stirred inside of herself was too much to put down now that her thoughts dwelled on the girl.
“Do you touch yourself, my love?” Sybil asked as she brought Sipha closer, sliding her hands to the girl’s exposed waist. Sipha wore only a brown wrap around her chest and long skirts on her hips.
“Y-yes, Priestess. I do it a lot, but it’s hard to finish sometimes.. Like this morning..” Sipha admitted as her orange-brown eyes looked into Sybil’s dark red eyes.
“I want to see.” Sybil stated simply, making Sipha balk and look away, blushing deeply. Sybil slid her hand up Sipha’s breast in a slow motion, then gripped the girl’s chin and aimed it back at her, their eyes meeting once more. To her credit, Sipha didn’t look upset, merely embarrassed.
“W-why?” Sipha asked in a whisper. Sybil leaned down towards the girl’s face, her lips brushing across Sipha’s in a momentary kiss before going to the girl’s long ear.
“Because I couldn’t get off either. And you are a sexy girl and I’m tired of resisting that fact.” Sybil breathed into her ear, making the girl shiver with something between delight and a continued desire to be anywhere else.
“You are attracted.. To me?” Sipha asked incredulously, her mouth hanging open as Sybil pulled back and smiled at her.
“More than any other female, sweet girl.” The words brought Sipha up on her toes as she pressed her lips to Sybil’s in an inexperienced kiss. But the girl learned quickly as Sybil’s lips led her. Sybil’s hands gripped the girl’s wide hips as she slid her tongue against the girl’s lips. She tasted like honey and as their tongues met, Sipha moaned into her priestess’s mouth. Sybil’s hand pushed down into the girl’s skirts, sliding them on top of her mound. A light brushing of hair was there, thin and a little wild but it endeared the girl to her.
But right at the wrong moment, Sybil felt a push on her ward and she took down the muting spell just as a voice spoke up.
“Priestess, I am sorry to disturb you. Madam Turnrook is asking for you, she says she is having pains again.” The male voice came, one of her attendants.
“I’ll be right there Micheel.” Sybil sighed and she bent once more, brushing a kiss on Sipha’s lips, which were pouted. “We’ll continue this tomorrow, I expect you to stay chaste until then.” Sybil ordered the girl, bringing a swift agreement from Sipha, who grinned at the woman.
“Of course, my Priestess.” Sipha glanced at the door briefly, but Micheel’s footsteps were already sounding away. “The only hand in my nethers shall be yours.” Sipha smirked cheekily as Sybil swatted at her bottom.
As much as Sybil wanted to take her lust out on the girl, she knew dealing with the old Turnrook would be an ordeal that would take her out of her need. Duty always calls.
~~~~~
# Part Nine: A Dinner, A Bath, A Massage
**Marcia Tumbleheart**
Marcia woke up with a groan, her nethers sore after the rough fuck Tirron gave her before they passed out. But it was a lovely ache and she looked over at the dozing demonborn, a little trail of saliva going down his cheek as he breathed deeply. Marcia giggled quietly as she slid out of bed and went to the bathroom, relieving herself.
Her stomach growled as she headed into the kitchen and she began cooking, using the last of her pork loin along with some carrots and potatoes. Probably nothing to compare to Bree’s cooking, but it would hit the spot regardless. She opened up the shutters in the kitchen to let the evening wind air out the house, dancing around to a song in her head.
That was how Tirron caught her, humming gently to herself as she danced around the small kitchen as she finished up the meal. Utterly nude. She spotted Tirron as she turned to set the plates on the table and let out a squeak as she stumbled, his form large and imposing with a smirk.
“How.. how uh.. Long were you watching?” Marcia stumbled over her words as she watched him before putting the plates out before she dropped them. In her happiness, she’d forgotten that he might catch her. She wasn’t used to house guests. Even Bree never stayed for long after she’d gotten what she wanted and rarely slept anywhere except her own bed.
“Long enough to see your cute butt without a care in the world.” Tirron chuckled, making an even deeper blush rise up her cheeks. She managed not to stumble this time when she went back to the stove and brought the pan over to the table, putting it between the plates on the small table.
“Come eat, my love. Stop looking at my ass.” She pointed the kitchen knife at him, making him playfully raise his hands in the air. He sidled over to the table and sat down, wincing a little at the cool chair on his bottom, making her giggle and twirled the knife around and hand it to him, watching as it skillfully cut the pork loin into several strips and pile a couple onto his plate and then her plate. She took her place across from him, pouring a little wine into the small glasses next to their plates.
They ate, Tirron was clearly ravenously hungry and she realized he hadn’t eaten since she met him, but he hadn’t complained. Finishing off her glass of wine, she resolved to make sure he ate more often. The conversation over dinner was light, the two of them learning some of their food preferences.
Where Marcia preferred salads and vegetables in general, Tirron of course was a big meat eater and loved breads. His favorite food was deer meat, well-cooked or made into jerky. Hers was a good beef stew with her favorite vegetables. He finished off the last of the food at her request.
Afterwards, Marcia ran a hot bath for them in her tub. It would be a little cramped with both of them, but she surely didn’t mind cuddling up to the man. Tirron watched her from the door as she busied herself, making sure the water was hot enough, amplifying the effects with a little rune drawn in chalk on the outside of it.
She let Tirron slide in first, easing his worn body into the water, before she slid in to face him, straddling his lap as she dunked herself into the water up to her upper belly. She felt his length trapped underneath her and she enjoyed his hands as he ran them up her sides, pulling her to his chest as he reclined against the back. It submerged more of herself and she appreciated his hands slowly brushing the hot water up her back.
“So, Bree?” Tirron asked, a rumble that she heard in his chest. She worried her lip, before deciding to just be upfront with him.
“We’ve been involved sexually for.. Probably three or four months. We’ve been friends for years, but one day we were doing a ritual on the full moon. A lust based ritual. It went a little sideways while we were communing with the Moon Goddess, Rhiannon. Both of us had a little dry streak before that and well.. Rhiannon isn’t known to hide what she wants done. That was the first time we had sex, in the light of the moon on her balcony. Luckily, it was hidden from view, but afterwards, we just had so much fun that we continued.” Marcia admitted to him, the memories playing on in her head.
“When was the last time?” Tirron asked in a softer tone, his hands still rubbing her back and sides soothingly. She hummed to herself, turning back the days.
“Probably about a week ago. A week before, Bree surprised me with a man. And it was fun and stuff, but he didn’t really live up to my expectations. So last week, she took an entire day to spoil me, cooking meals for me, giving me a whole body massage, doing some light spell training. And then she worshipped me in bed for the rest of the night, made me cum probably a dozen times.” Marcia giggled as he responded with a hearty chuckle.
“Well, I hope I’m up to your expectations.” Tirron growled in her ear as she felt him grip her hips and shift his length against her sex, not angling inside of her but merely sliding between her lips.
“You are far beyond any expectations I’ve had for anyone.” Marcia purred against him, arching her back as she rubbed her little clit against his head.
“And you are, by far, the loveliest girl I’ve ever been with. My life will never be the same.” Tirron groaned as Marcia continued shifting her hips, sliding herself against him. The water didn’t provide good lubrication, but it was enough to make her release a soft moan.
“That’s certainly what you tell the girl with your child in her belly.” Marcia giggled as she shifted out of his grasp, grabbing the soap as she began to wash herself with a cloth. Tirron watched with admiration in his gaze and she knew by the aching cock that he loved her body. She washed top to bottom, making sure to get all the crevices between her legs and her bottom. She finished off with her feet, wiggling her toes near his face as she leaned against the far side of the tub between his own feet.
“Teasing girl.” Tirron growled, gripping her ankle and dunking her foot under the water, washing off the soap before bringing the toes to his lips, kissing each of them before trailing his lips down her sole, nibbling on the side of her arch.
“Your turn.” Marcia murmured quietly, passing the soap and a fresh cloth over to him before he continued working her up more. Tirron grinned at her, seeing her intention, but he was in the mood to obey. He worked up a good lather and cleaned his body. Afterward, they washed each other’s hair, taking the tip to get out little tangles and working the conditioner into their scalps. It was almost more relaxing than a massage for Marcia, but she hadn’t had a massage from his skilled hands yet.
By the time they were washing their hair out and climbing out of the tub, both of them were far beyond worked up but relaxed at the same time. Tirron dried Marcia off with roaming hands, grabbing her bottom when she didn’t expect it, cupping a breast, trailing fingers down towards her needy sex but shifting off in another direction at the last moment. When she was mostly dry and her towel was beyond damp, Tirron snapped his fingers and a deep heat filled the room, drying her off the rest of the way and evaporating the water on his own skin.
His magic was intense, as if she were standing in the middle of an inferno, but it didn’t burn her. It seemed to light his skin on fire with a pale glaze, but afterward left no marks when the energy dissipated.
“Thank you, baby.” Marcia sing-songed, tilting up on her toes to kiss him softly before she turned, grabbing her favorite after-bath lotion and going to the bed. It was a fruity cherry blossom like scent, she sniffed it, but Tirron eased it out of her hand before she could begin applying it.
“I bet this was made by your girlfriend, wasn’t it?” Tirron sniffed experimentally, seeming pleased by the smell. Marcia nodded idly, watching the way his fingers dipped into the jar and rubbed it between his fingers. As if he was reading her mind earlier, he waved his hand at her to lay down and turn over. Marcia obliged, sliding further up the bed and laying on her stomach. He climbed up on her and seated himself on her lower thighs, his cock laying heavy on her bottom as his gentle hand shifted her hair off of her neck.
She felt the jar on the small of her back, then felt his hands, slick with the lotion, begin to massage her shoulders, her neck, down her back. It was a slow process and he seemed to be enjoying it by the throb of need against her bottom. Marcia was enjoying every moment as his fingers relaxed tension she didn’t even know she had.
He shifted after a moment, sitting next to her as his hands began to work her sides and lower back. His hands skipped past her ass, working out the back of her thighs and slowly down her legs. His strong hands were an utter contrast to Bree’s, the strength in his muscles making all the difference as he soothed her muscles. He went down to her feet, rubbing in the most perfect ways that made her moan as he worked every spot in her soles.
It made muscles twitch through her body, a feeling of euphoria taking over her body. It was tinged with need, but his slow methodical process kept her from needing it too badly. Until his hands worked back up to her bottom and massaged her ass in slow circles, getting further between the cheeks with each stroke.
With his hands parting her cheeks, she knew every bit of her was on display to him. It would be embarrassing if not for the intense satisfaction it gave her to be at his mercy. His fingers pressed in and rubbed all the way down her crack, his fingers brushing teasingly against her one virgin hole.
Sure, Bree had played around a little bit, trying to goad her into taking one of her toys, but Marcia objected to anything larger than her thin fingers. Of course, Bree took that chance and fingered both of her holes in alternating strokes. It was amazing, but not something she wanted to do with any regularity.
But with Tirron’s fingers sliding around the hole, massaging more lotion into the area, she wanted him to do it. Not that she’d tell him or ever speak it aloud, she was still a little embarrassed.
But Tirron continued downward, spreading her legs further as he massaged her inner thigh, getting dangerously close to her soaked sex. But just when she thought he would, his hands moved away and he spoke up for the first time.
“Turn over, baby girl.” Tirron’s voice came roughly but not harshly, his own patience worn by the arousal he felt. Marcia slowly turned over, moving her body into action for the first time in many minutes. She bared her front to him and he started over at the top once more, rubbing the front of her shoulder and down her chest.
As his hands began on her breasts, it was the most intense feeling that bubbled deeper than her belly, pleasure as he firmly rubbed her breasts, her nipples, running in strong circles. It was almost enough to build her up, but then his hands continued down her chest and worked her sides and stomach.
Tirron’s hands worked at her hips and pelvis, sliding right down to her top of her mound, where her hair was trimmed and short. Then his hands went to cover the front of her legs, her thighs back down to her toes and then his hands made to slow descent upwards.
It was anticipation that made her legs spread as his slick fingers went up inner thighs. She couldn’t help the deep moan that escaped her lips as his fingers began working on her sex, starting at the top of her mound and slowly working down, pushing her lips inward as he rubbed at the area between her sex and her thighs. Then his fingers worked back up going on top of the lips this time.
Marcia was beyond needy as she moaned his name, making his hands seem to tremble against her, but he continued silently as he worked his fingers back down the inside of her lips, brushing her clit and her entrance. Her own juices coated his fingers now along with the lotion. But he didn’t stop, sliding in long strokes first on the outside of her lips, then on them, then in them.
It was torturous, teasingly slow, but it worked her up regardless and she came with a scream as his fingers brushed down upon her clit once more. She expected him to stop then and use her body as relief for his aching cock, but it never came.
His hands continued their slow stroking motions on her pussy. Up, down, up down, outside, on, inside, outside, on, inside. She wanted to stop him in the midst of her orgasm, but her limbs wouldn’t move. Her lips would only moan. Her body could only react to the pleasure that he built in her, making her orgasm lengthen and continue on as another built up inside of her.
She ached in every part of her body, the massage leaving each muscle vulnerable to pleasure, vulnerable to his manipulations. The pleasure was drawn out, building up over and over again until her orgasm lasted seemingly for forever, but was in reality probably ten minutes or so.
And then when his hands finally stopped their slow assault, she expected him to mount her. Again, it never came. His strong hands eased her back over onto her belly and Marcia tensed as she had an idea of what to expect. His body shifted back onto her lower thighs, his length aching with great warmth against her as his slick fingers trailed back down her back.
One hand spread her cheeks and she felt his other hand briefly slide through her pussy lips, gathering up the gooey cum that he worked up inside of her. And then those same fingers stroked her virgin hole, one of them pressing intently at the hole as his other hand went back down to her sex and began to stroke her clit once more.
Marcia moaned out for dear life as his lower fingers stroked her back closer to another piercing orgasm, while one slowly pushed into her. She tried her best to relax for him, but she couldn’t help as spasms of pleasure made her inside pulse and squeeze, making his finger almost slide out.
“That’s my good girl. Just relax for me.” Tirron’s voice came, husky with need as he slowly eased his finger in. Marcia gasped as she felt it inside of her up to his second knuckle.
“Yes.. please..” Marcia moaned in reply as he began to slide his finger and out of her slowly as his other fingers worked her clit at the same pace. It was strange to be sure, his fingers thicker than Bree’s but she still stretched easily for him.
Her mind was utterly broken when her orgasm bubbled up and she let a strangled cry out as she came hard, her ass pulsing around his finger as he rubbed her until her orgasm waned. He eased his finger out of her and his hands lightly massaged her thighs and ass.
“Are you okay, baby?” He asked as he shifted his hips upward and she felt his burning hot heat pressed to her pussy.
“Yes.. Please just fuck me.. I can’t take it anymore..” Marcia cried, half sobbing in the aftermath of so much pleasure, but mostly it was just the need for him to get off. The boiling hot lust that he had burning inside of him after so much.
In response, he shifted forward and his cock split her hole open, a lengthy groan escaping his lips as he entered her pussy. The way he stretched her, she couldn’t imagine taking the man into her ass but some part of her was thrilled to try it after the gentle way he worked her so far.
Unlike the fuck they had earlier, where it was all urgency, his thrusts now were far closer to making love with her. It was the same patience and slow movements that made the massage so intense. To Marcia, as he slowly rocked himself into her, it was love personified. It was the sure way that he eased up into her until she felt his heavy balls against her inner thighs, then pulled out until only the head remained, then back into her.
It was the way his hands still massaged her ass and her back and her sides. It was the way he restrained his overwhelming need to give her an experience that paled in comparison to every single other memory put together.
As he eased himself back up into her, she felt his fingers move down between her cheeks once more, the same slick finger pressing at her hole and sliding inside. Being pierced by two things at once was thrilling in a naughty way and in the broken pieces of her mind, she resolved herself to give her last virginity to the man.
He clearly earned it. As his finger pushed into her and his thrusts came a little faster and a little more intently. His patience only went so far and his control was slipping. His finger matched the movements of his cock and Marcia felt her orgasm fast approaching as he worked himself with growing urgency.
“Mine!” Tirron growled intensely as she felt his cock begin to swell inside of her and the feeling itself was enough to push Marcia well over the edge into oblivion. The last thing she felt was Tirron’s finger pulling out of her as he gripped her ass and thrust deep into her, pulsing his burning hot seed into her pussy.
When she blearily opened her eyes a bit later, she was laying on Tirron’s chest, the man idly smoking as he brushed her hair. Her pussy and ass were sore and she still felt tingly all over from the massage, the intense pleasure. Tirron smiled at her, brushing her hair out of her face.
“I love you.” He murmured softly to the girl and Marcia felt tears fill her eyes. Hot, happy tears.
“I love you.. Gods, what do I do to deserve that.” She sighed as she shifted a little and took the offered smoke. It filled her already weary mind with a light feeling.
“I just wanted to make you feel good. I wanted to show you that I’m not all out of control with lust, but that I love and desire every inch of you. Only our second night together and I’m smitten.” He grinned as he leaned over and pressed their lips together.
“It feels like longer. Like we were always meant to be here.” Marcia murmured as she laid her head on his shoulder and stared up at his face.
“We were. It was always meant to come to this.” Tirron agreed, taking a long puff from the smoke. “Just don’t expect that massage every night. Maybe once a week if you are a good girl.” Tirron teased and she slapped at his chest playfully.
“If that’s my treat for being a good girl, I’ll do anything you say.” Marcia teased back, making him quirk his eyebrow up curiously.
“I’ll have to keep that in mind, girl.” He growled and took another puff before passing it. Marcia took the last few puffs before it was done with and then he laid down, pulling her into his arms. They kissed for a while, sharing soft words with one another as the green leaf took their minds away and relaxed them the last bit for sleep to come take hold.
All Marcia could think about was his last words before he fell asleep, “I love you, Marcia.” It was a tenderness that she knew he didn’t show in his life. It was a feeling deep in her chest, deep in her stomach, deep in her mind. She was his, utterly.
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