Fireside
English is still not the first Language, bear with me
…and the fastest way there is by a lick of your lips and it is on your tongue, tongue dancing around .y dangerously stiff manhood. It threatens to spew decadence into you and all around you, and all over you. You could stop… My pained groans of enjoyment whitewash your sensibilities and I coat the back of your throat with a flurry of warm gratitude. Your senses swell and are broiling with emotion. Every scent and sound and throb of my mast is your own possession. The delicate motions of your lips against the padding of your leggings grabs and pulls at them as you wish I will later that eve with my own careful teeth and beard clad lips. You follow my hips, cheeks clattering with thirst for just one more drop of your precious reward. 2 years as indentured servant to a class 3 vampire, and thus far you had only been granted your lips to taste the infinite on the rare occasion that you impressed me.
The inevitable hours of writhing fervently and achingly alone, properly restrained to prevent self defamation awaited. The agony of lust makes us strong. The tide of cum induced orgasm begins to contract the walls of your welcoming cunt as if your bodice was using it to breathe. I pick you up without effort. You cling to my rare form, swirling your hips affectionate AND desperate to soothe your want. For me to grab the fleshy backs of your legs and roll them outwards and spiraling them open as in a downward dog… The leading edge of my still erect dick shifts as i move you to bed and parts your pink. This torture is beyond any that had been required of you thus far. A protest, a girlish yelp of a plea escapes your throat. A foolish sound. Your legs grip me and release me in a muscular display of sexual tension. I hold you under and besides your breasts. Steadying your breathing by firmly hugging in your ribs. Shallow, calmer, shallow, calmer breaths. “you be still”. I enter you
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