Text-Based 1/2 - DK: In the Citadel... the mighty citadel.... The Musk Screams tonight (LEMON) [Episode 79647]

by Eternal Heart

A broken whimper broke past those lips of soft, supple flesh, a slight, near musical tremor of defeat that rose into the air upon the weakened strength of her body. Eyes, sparked with some glint of conflict, traced along the lean tanned flesh of your body, slowly as if drinking of each last plane and definition, greedily allowing it to soak deep into the recesses of her mind. Thoughts crashed through the primal chasms of their mind with such sweeping force it seemed as no matter how she fought, no matter her struggles, that precious bit of pride that sparked her defiance would fall snuffed beneath its rush.

Mmm... slowly lean in, allowing my body to just almost pressin against hers... and let my voice, in some soft breathy whisper murmer into her ear: Is there... anything... I could do to help... convince you to tell me...?

Bad boy... very very bad boy...

Yeah yeah yeah... Herb can take the spanking for it

And you call her kinky...

Why you....

She could feel that heat surrounding her, caressed against the barest realm of her senses, teasing with its intoxicating proximity, summoning up some ragged gasp of breath as eyes fall shut in weak defianced. And then, she felt that first tickle of your breath, falling in some pulsing cascade against her ear, tickling teasing with its warmth, its hungry, moist touch, seeping as if into her very mind. The question it left, held but one single answer in her mind, a word, shuddering, pulsing through her, pounding agianst her lips for her to speak, until at last, in some ragged breath, she spoke, "P-p-please..."

Say: Please what?

Heh...

Cut the peanut gallery commentary and just respond

Those words, hewn fresh from your lips, as if of molten steel as they dripped into her mind, consuming that last spark of pride that lit her defiance, molding it into some raging inferno of need and desire. WHen again her eyes slipped open, they fell on you with a glazed instensity, arousal plastered to her flesh, intertwined with those sweat soaked locks of hair that clung to her glistening body with possessive grips. A torrent of words, responses, possibilities rushed to her mind, what she could say, do, feel, all entwined around that one central figure that consumed her mind, her thoughs her passions.

"T-t-touch me... feel me... kiss me... all of it, everything... let me feel it all... Make me feel it... please... please..." the words flowed as some mewling whimper past her lips, arisen to your ears like some crooning melody, perhaps some lingering nuance of dragon blood.

Say: What does all that have to do with sex and sextoys...?

In her eyes, a spark of conflict grew, her hands, risen to near touching against the hardened form of your chest, slender digits mere inches from their touch against your body. Within, two answered warred within her, the defiant, desperate pride that felt itself steadily vanquished into afterthought, and the consuming wave of desire that seems to rise to easily to your apparantly innocent words and actions. Then, with sudden finality was that last duel done. Arisen from the ashes of its foes defeat at last did those words usher forth in sweet call past lips that tongue quickly drew across once more, "I... I want..."

For that moment, a blush flushed across her entire form, a shy nervousness now with decision made before with some slight nibble of her own lower lip did she continue, "I want... to... to be.... your... your..."

Say: My what?

As if it wasn't obvious

Shush. As agian your breath falls upon her ear, that last nervous hesitance crumbles into dust, leaving in its stead a throaty moan that lights her response, "Your... sextoy... yours... I want you to fuck me, take me... command me... force me... make me yours... make me pleasure you make me into your little toy, your pet, your slave... please just fuck me..."

Mere moments past that first cry, her body was crushed against yours, her hands, for a moment linger upon your chest, warm soft palms trail across your weathered flesh as alabaster thighs part in slender invitation. Then she was slipped her arms up, intwining about your torose, wrapped with sudden fierce grip as she clung to your hardened warmth, thighs, gripped about your waist, the moist warmth from her slit ground hungrily against the harden muscles of your stomach. Lips, a light with some aching hunger descend upon your neck, kisssing, suckling licking at every bit of sweet flesh she can reach, her throat issuing forth some primal crooning as she slowly ground her body agianst yours

Wow... regular bitch in heat when she gets worked up isn't she?

well you asked for it.

Anyway... Say: But... how am I supposed to fuck a sextoy?

It appears that her mind has slipped past the realm of reason, instead fallen into the rut of primal instincts, her whole body taking on the sinous flow of some animal hunger. Her ruby eyes seem almost glowing with some strange intensity, her body bouncing now against hers, as if, trying to force you onto your back and take control of this encounter. If you fail to do something soon, you may end up being the one that's ridden and tamed.

Ok, that's it... Show her who's boss!

As distinct as always...

Somewhere within the depths of your soul, something awakens to the crooning call of her voice, an answer to that wordless challenge of dominance, and with wild force does it cascade through you. With rough force was her body forced from yours, her nails, leaving some sting trails of sliced flesh upon your shoulders, appeared more distinct than before. As the slight curvy frame bounced a moment upon the silk sheets of the bed, you waste little time, your hands flying down as with some fluid movement her body found itself flipped about, her eyes, inflicted with that mindless glaze of passion, tried at first in vain to crane back and catch glimpse of your form.

Before she could fully respond, your hands gripped onto her wrists, pining them agianst her shoulder as your body lay itself across hers, for moment allowing the heated flesh a moment of friction as the planes of your chest drew agianst the slope of her back. Lips parted then, awakening as if to first light and life, before with some slight growl did they again close, this time enwrapped about the soft flesh ringing the base of her neck. As teeth dug into flesh, a startled cry of surprise ushered forth from her throat as she gave some thrashing buck against his form, feeling the molten lance of his self pressed agaisnt the cleft of her ass.

Then, she fell limp. Her body unresisting as again a soft crooning ushered past her lips, now in some submissive invitation, tender cheeks of her ass rising up, grinding softly back against your hips. With a slow hunch of your back, your hips guide hers to rise, her face, chest still pinned upon the silk, breasts near crushed as every slight shift of her body drew the engorged tips of her nipples in soft friction against the sheets below her. A sight turn of the head, gave a brieft nuzzle against his head, barely able to give any bit of response, her body pinned so helplessly against his.

With eager offering were her legs spread out, a slow offering as the sweet essence of her arousal slowly fell along the sloping paths of her thighs, already soaked from her struggles against her own arousal. As your hardened pole slowly drew itself with steely rigidity along the pouting lips of her sodden sex, its length gave a slight angry friction, skin and angry veins added to some foreign texture to her senses that still felt so strangely right, she gave a pleading whimper. Still, you seem not yet satisfied, instinct having strangely overtaken your body, as if, you must punish her for that last act of challenge to your dominance.

Then, just as her crooning whimpers reached some desperate crescendo, you move again, drawing back for some eternal moment, the head of your spear placed against the waiting gates of her womanhood. One simple thrust, and so would the gates part, and so would the prize be plundered. Both you and her seem to sense what was coming her head bowing down in some final surrender of acceptance.

One, fluid thrust, and it was as if an eruption of molten steel that pierced through the barrier of her virginity, striking into her very core.

With a broken cry, her eyes fell wide in shocked pain at the violent force which took her virginity. Some deep, primal part of her clung to that pain with aching relish, savoring it and its deepest meaning, she was claimed... taken... her body belonging to his in the most primitive of ways. When you drew back, she gasped, only to again give some strangled cry, half choked out as you plunged forward once more, the hardened girth of your manhood hugged with vice-like force by the channel of her body, coated in some heady mix of arousal and maidenhead blood.

The rhythm of your thrusts, soon set itself in some quick driving pace, crushing her body into the firm expanse of the mattress beneath them both, her eyes fallen shut as breasts felt their curves driven in steady burning friction. Her mind, focused upon that simple feel of pleasure drowned out all else, feeling it savoring it, embracing it with such mindless force it to sear itself upon her very soul. Within the depths of her loins, a force grew with fierce instensity, as for the first time, she was brought towards orgasm at the hand of a man.

When the first crashing wave of orgasm hit, she gave some moaning cream of pleasure that sang through the citadel's halls with resounding force. Then came another, then another, each throwing her body even higher in its passion before at last, with one final, broken scream did the last wash over her with such strength that it carried with her her very consciousness. It is against that torrent that you at last find that same wild release, your seed, filling her with its burning caress, seeped deep as if into her very core.

Exhausted you fall back and slowly return to yourself.

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(Posted Sun, 23 Nov 2003 21:38)


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