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Taking Back What's Ours ( Jan & Vulgrim )

When Priya stood up straight again, her breasts didn't droop or change posture in the slightest bit. So buoyant and round were they that it seemed more likely than not that she had some Sylvan heritage herself, although her tanned skin and eastern features were unquestionably human. As her hair trailed down to the middle of her back again, she glanced at Therian again, did a double-take, then stared open mouthed at what he had just revealed to her.

He was huge. Huge, and pale, and thick, and shaved and uncut, the picture of masculinity and power on a living being. She felt herself moisten, felt her thoughts shift toward the taboo--and then she coughed and looked aside.

"V-very well," she said, in a n attempt to reclaim her dignity, though she didn't make eye contact with Therian again. That is, at least, not until she took her towel by the fringes and slowly peeled it off from around her bust. Her gaze lowered from Therian's eyes to his masculinity again as she stood there, striking a pose, as if she was displaying herself to him.

And she had quite the body to display. Her face and hair he'd already seen, but now he could see her body in all of its beauty. She really was nearly as curvy as his wife, with a flat lean belly, large soft breasts that jiggled wonderfully in time with her breath, and wide hips practically built for childbearing. She too was shaved, except for a single line of dark hair that led directly to her nether regions.

Then she set her dainty little feminine fingers into his hand and began to make her way into the bath. She tried to look him in the eye, but that was hard when his own breathing made his cock shift and move the slightest amount in a way that she found absolutely hypnotizing. It was too bad that it was slowly being hidden as they stepped together into the deeper part of the pool, or else she'd never have resisted what her body was telling her to do...
 
Therian smirked as the tan-skinned woman took his hand, stepping in to the heated pool after him. Back in his youth -- back before Sylvia had entered his life, the soldier had been something of a womanizer. Well, more of a womanizer, at least. Then Sylvia had captured his heart, and he hadn't been with another since. His wife wasn't clutching to his heart any longer, though. She'd released it in to the wild of her own free will, and now Therian was having a hard time controlling himself as this beautiful human brought herself closer to him.

His emerald eyes poured over her. He brought the woman's hand to his lips and kissed her lightly; though the lips of sylvan elves were strange, and his kiss left soft feelings of static behind that likely shot throughout Priya's body and sent a shiver down her spine. "Careful," he warned her with another faint chuckle, slipping a finger beneath her chin and turning her eyes upwards to meet his. "Keep staring there, and I might get the wrong idea."

There was a pause, and he lifted his thumb to brush it gently across the woman's lips, and then he prodded at them, trying to slip the digit between them and in to her mouth for Priya to suckle on. Therian pulled her closer so their bodies touched; her large breasts against his broad chest and his monstrous cock against her taut belly. "Or the right one?"'He let his offer linger in the air, but didn't plan on giving the woman time to consider. Therian pulled the thumb from her lips and replaced it with his own instead, embracing the woman with a rough but passionate kiss, hand slipping behind her head to instead grab at her raven mane, fingers locking around the dark strands and refusing to let go.
 
Sylvia was tall for a woman, very tall even, and given how long it had been since Therian had been with anyone but her, he might have forgotten that, or come to take it for granted. But Priya, being a human of average dimensions, was dwarfed by Sylvia. In turn, Therian absolutely towered over her. His height and powerful build made him imposing, almost frightening, so much so that she wrapped an arm protectively around her breasts when he kissed her fingers.

But that single brief peck... it did send electricity up and down her spine. He'd be able to feel it. He'd be able to see it in the way she shivered, and in the way her arm moved from her chest, baring the wonderful darkness of her nipples to him. She tried to look away from him, tried to bite her lip and say something, but he forced her eyes to his with only his finger. And she did have lovely eyes. Dark brown and almond shaped, soft, a bit fearful perhaps, but lovely in their own right.

His thumb touched at her soft full lips. Still encompassed by his gaze, she parted her lips halfway but didn't allow his thumb to enter. Instead, she kissed at it once, then twice, then the soft pinkness of her tongue slid out of her mouth and slid over and around the lone broad digit once. She was almost as skilled, it seemed, and as naughty, as Sylvia herself.

If there was any hope for her to escape, then, it was lost by what Therian did next. His sudden kiss and hug caused her large tits to press up against his chest wonderfully, his fingers intertwined in her dark lustrous hair. She lost herself in that sudden kiss, swooning almost instantly, too overwhelmed to do more than to kiss him back. Her arms desperately wrapped around his powerful form as he held her up and leaned forward, causing one of her long tan legs to rise and wrap around his lower back. She then began to kiss him back desperately, moaning into his mouth, her lean little belly grinding against his still limp cock in hopes of making him as aroused as he was making her.
 
Therian let out a hungry rumble, pressing in to the kiss a bit more. He sucked in a breath when he felt her warm tits pressed against his broad chest, and the man's hands trailed down the curves of the woman's sides to rest on her hips instead. One dipped beneath the warm water and planted itself firmly on her ass, giving each of her round cheeks a soft squeeze. He kneaded her taut rear in one hand, then pushed back on Priya with his other, not stopping until she came in to contact with the edge of the pool. The elf pinned her between himself and it, then broke their kiss, though not without catching her bottom lip between his teeth.

"My, my," he purred, speaking softly to her. His hand raised, and he traced her lips with his thumb again. "Aren't you full of surprises. What we're doing is forbidden, you know? They'd hang me for it, if caught. You, you'd probably lose all of your lands, I imagine. Your status as a nobleman's wife..." He sighed, almost sadly. "So barbaric, your people," the elf went on, and he looked up and down at Priya before capturing her in a rough kiss again. "But so, so beautiful, too." Before she could answer, his tongue was in her mouth and he pressed up against her, taking her hands and pinning them to the stone floor. She'd feel something stiff poking at her, all of a sudden -- and something incredibly long, too.

Looking down, Therian's full might was resting on Priya's belly, now, his base resting hear her cunt and his very tip shooting well pst her navel. He thrust his hips forwards, slowly grinding his large stick of meet across her smooth stomach, then reached down to grip his own shaft, smacking his head lewdly on to her belly with the satisfying sound of flesh on flesh. As he laid her a bit more fully on to her back, one of her legs wrapped around his waist still, Therian raised his other hand to grope at one of Priya's large breasts, and he bent down slightly to take the other in to his mouth, giving one of her nipples a good, firm sucking.
 
She felt him harden up, and get longer, and longer, and... her eyes widened and she broke their kiss for a moment to look down at the massive cock rubbing against her, aiming at her, its head smacking directly over her womb. She shivered and tried to kiss Therian again--but he brought his head down to her lovely tanned chest.

Her hand entered his pale hair as he started to grope and kiss at her tits. Sylvia was a bit bustier than she was, it was true, but Priya might have had her beat in terms of perkiness. She felt like a teenager at best, her tits were so wonderfully bouncy, yet when she moaned, she moaned like a bitch in heat. Like a woman who needed to be mated, who needed to be bred.

"I--ahn," Priya moaned again when she squeezed at her thick but tight ass. "If we're caught, I'll say that you forced me. That you left me no choice. And it's not a complete lie." Her breath caught in her throat as he bestowed on her such pleasure with his mouth that for a moment, she couldn't think.

And then she laughed softly, a cunning quiet grin of a woman who was smarter than she seemed. "Your body, your cock... it's too much for me to resist. I couldn't stop myself if I tried." She stroked through his hair with her hands and tilted his face up so that they could kiss again, enveloping her in such lust that she ground that wet tight pussy of hers against the belly of his fat masculinity until she shivered. He'd made her cum already, without even entering her.
 
Therian released her breast with a quiet popping sound, lifting a golden brow at her. A grin tugged at the corners of his lips when she spoke, and he chuckled darkly, one hand raising to grab the buxom woman by the hair of her raven mane, holding on to a fistful of it roughly. "You'd lie?" he asked, then chuckled again. "Mm, just as well, I suppose," the elf purred at her, thrusting his hips forwards oh-so-slowly. The belly of his cock glided easily between her folds, and he let out a small grunt as she came, though he himself wasn't even near close to reaching his climax just yet.

"After all," he continued, and Therian reached down to grip himself at the base once more.His cock came back and smacked her pussy hard, and he pushed his fat head between her lips before gently easing his hips forwards. As he stretched Priya's walls out around his cock, the elf let out a soft groan of pleasure, pressing in only a couple of inches before he met some resistance and had to wait for her tight cunt to adjust. "You're just a sad, lonely whore," the man growled at her, and he suddenly thrust in to her, burying his incredible tool halfway in to Priya's love tunnel.

Therian pressed their bodies close, gripping Priya by the hips and tugging her in to him. His tempo was slow, deliberate at first... and then he quickened in pace, trying to get the tan-skinned beauty mewling like the world's wildest slut. "Scream," Therian commanded, his voice low. "I want this whole fucking bathhouse to hear you." He put his free hand to her throat and gave it a commanding squeeze, though it wasn't nearly enough to choke her. Therian didn't care anymore. If she got too loud, he'd stuff something in her mouth to keep her from giving them away. But, for all of his anger regarding humans, he just needed one to demoralize, to break, to make his pet.

Priya seemed willing...
 
His entry into her tight wet feminine entrance made Priya open her mouth--yet she made no noise. The mixture of pleasure and pain ebbed, slowly, into pure pleasure, the taste of pain mellowed by what Therian was doing to her. For a moment he was gentle with her, almost, making love to her slowly enough that she could almost comprehend it... but when he quickened his pace, Priya had no concept of anything other than her desire to be fucked by him.

Her own husband was a decent enough lover, it was true, but he didn't treat her like Therian did. He didn't grab her hair, let alone her throat, and he certainly didn't command her the way he did. In fact, the opposite was true. He was the lord of his home, but she was the queen of their bedroom. Therian, however, was too good. He owned her before he even held her by the throat.

And so she began to scream. At first it was a series of low moans, punctuated by his powerful rapid thrusts into her. But in the moments that followed, she screamed louder and at a higher pitch, her beautiful voice sure to carry out through the bathhouse, and probably even beyond it...
 
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