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Cirque De Fichu (Google & Nightingale)

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Nightingale

Super-Earth
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Mar 9, 2011
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Despite the gentle breeze and the warm night air, Ana felt a cold sting in her heart. Albeit, this sacrifice was for the greater cause.. the well being of her family, she was feeling a bit overwhelmed, and discourage. She followed the Troupe leader, Her father by all means, the man who picked her up off the streets, and taught her how to fly. Anastasiya Elizaveta Markov was a highly revered woman in the entertainment society. She'd been with the Troupe of Cirque De Fichu since she was a child. They were her only family, and her life.

Tonight, she was sacrificing herself, for their protection, for their well being. She was being Gifted to a man she'd never met, only heard of in whispers and stories. Viktor stopped at the gate to the establishment, her turned to her and let his shaky, calloused hands soften the mane of strawberry curls that trickled around her face and down her back. His eyes apologetic, and his face softened. "My Ana.. we will owe you so greatly.. " His voice soft, and riddled with fear. Ana knew, she knew he was afraid this man would not accept her. That she would not meet his expectations. Ana gently cradled his cheek in her palm. "Papa, you fret too much. Come now, let's get this over with." Patting his cheek she stepped back to allow him to lead the way once more.

Her poised, slender frame dressed in a fine silk. The dress clung to her every curve, and it's intricate mid-drift exposed the smooth expanse of her stomach, and the delicious inner curves of her breasts, where a deep Emerald pendant was nestled comfortably. Vivid green eyes wandered the landscape as she followed. Welcomed into the large home by what she suspected was a servent.. perhaps another 'gift' this man had acquired. Her heels clicked lightly against the floor as she moved, a subtle sway in her hips. Lips formed a soft line, inexpressive, but always aware and observant of her surroundings.

They entered a parlor, and were asked to wait for further instruction. Carelessly, Ana sat herself upon the edge of a chair, right leg crossed upon the left exposing the creamy smooth expanse of thigh and calve. " Ana please.." She sighed softly. "Relax Viktor.. best he meet me as I am.. or he might be upset his gift fooled him."
 
Konstantin Alexey stood before a mirror, preparing himself for the arrival of his gift, the wonderful little acrobat he had seen on an outing nearly a week ago. A trip by the circus had been the idea of a member of his entourage and when Konstantin had laid eyes on Ana he had expressed an interest in having a meeting with her. It had been a comment in passing and one of his tag alongs informed him that she wasn't available that night. It had taken a moment to fight back the urge to rip the younger vampires head off but instead the night had gone along and Ana had left his mind. Things had changed however though when yesterday he had been informed that she was being given to him, people who owed him favors called in favors and made sure that it would happen.

Konstantin had risen to power only a decade before and at only two centuries old he was considered extremely young to be the head of all the vampire clans in Russia... but he hadn't risen due to his personal strength, his meteoric rise had come because he was clever, patient, and politically savy. Unlike other vampires who had held the position before him he had risen above the blood lust that governed so many other vampires.

Hearing a bell ring, signaling the arrival of his gift Konstantin quickly dressed, pulling on a pair of tight leather pants and a white silk shirt which he left open, exposing his well toned body and the intricate tattoos that covered his body, his face passive but his eyes alight with passion and lust. He moved through the manor swiftly, not having the patience to take his time until he reached the door to the room that he had instructed for Ana to be shown to when she arrived. Taking a breath in order to calm himself he pushed the doors open and entered, ready to meet his new pet for the first time but disappointed to find she wasn't alone, an older man was with her.

“Ana I presume.” He said, his voice soft but one that drew the attention of anyone who heard it. “Your escort may leave now, you no longer have any need for him.” It was greatly irritating to find that she wasn't alone and he hoped that this man would be intelligent enough to leave right away.
 
When the door opened, and that voice drifted through her ears, Ana found herself immediately standing to attention, hands brushing the skirts of her dress in place in the process. Her eyes shifting to Viktor as he worriedly glanced in her direction, bowed his head and swiftly turned to leave. Ana felt her heart skip a beat in that moment, though if of fear.. she was uncertain. Turning her attention back to the man who now, unfortunately, owned her, Ana couldn't help but nod. "Yes, I am Ana." She bit back the urge to sharply address using her actual name rather than a pet name. Though common sense told her it would be futile and reckless.

Those brilliant green eyes studied him for a moment. She's have laughed at the thought of him being a vampire, if he was not in fact the head vampire. Still.. she found it difficult to fathom. She bowed her head politely, strawberry curls veiling her expressions before she righted herself, meeting his gaze once more. Trying to unravel his thoughts, to read him. It was difficult, his visage was passive, but his eyes had a burning fire and she was almost afraid to know what exactly he had in mind for her. She could be stubborn, resistant, and fiesty this was well known of the famous Acrobat, but with this man she found herself unsettled. And this was only their first meeting.

She took a deep breath, her posture righted and her face expressionless, her eyes danced with a light of confidence and determination. " I presume you are Konstantin Alexey, is there a name you wish for me to call you by? " She asked softly, still terribly uncertain of what to do or how to act. She took a slight step to her left, her heels clicking softly against the floor as she moved, the slits in her skirt exposing the smooth expanse of her legs, the intricate and ornately designed dress exposing more of her than she had intended, in quite a provocative manner, perhaps this was why Viktor and Pietr had agreed of it so quickly.

She wanted nothing more than to be back at the Circus preparing for the nights show.. and it crossed her mind again.. would he prevent her from preforming? Was her career.. no longer necessary? She felt those full lush lips fall into a soft frown, a near pout to just the thought of no longer being able to entertain others.. to show them the beauty of flight and the power of trust.
 
The man left quickly which was a good thing, Konstantin really didn't want to put up with what was probably some sort of family drama. All he wanted right then and there was to have a little bit of time with his gift, to examine her in private, to explore her body and become more familiar with it. It had been far to long since any sort of intimacy had been involved in his life, he had been to busy with his take over of the underworld, consolidating power and making sure that no one was trying to remove him from power. She wasn't the first gift he had received but the others had ended up being some attempt to remove him from power, assassins each and every one.

Ana however was different, she was delicate and the odds of her being able to harm him in any way at all was quite unlikely. He had seen her and at that very moment he had desired her... now that he had her there was no reason at all for him to ever let her go. A small smile spread across his face at the thought of the fun that he would soon be having with her, training her to be the perfect little pet, to serve his every need with a smile, her beauty and great flexibility only made her more appealing to him.

His eyes roamed over her flesh slowly, every exposed part of her body and commuting it to memory as he approached her slowly. “You may call me Alexey for now, perhaps later when you have earned the right I will allow you to use my familiar name.” Reaching out he lightly cupped her chin and lifted her to look into her eyes, a small smirk appearing on his face as his thumb lightly caressed her features. Even with the enhanced senses of a vampire he hadn't been able to truly appreciate her beauty until he was much closer to her.

After a few moments he released her and sat down on a chair, relaxing and stretching a little bit. “You really are quite lovely Ana, much more beautiful then I could have ever hoped for, why don't you remove that dress and come sit with me... I wish to examine what is mine.”
 
"Alexey.. " She let the name roll off her tongue, rolled with an accent thick with her lineage. She savored the name, and looked up at him as he grasped her chin. The closeness sent a small chill down her spine. Ana could not hurt him, not physically, but should she ever become determined she was sly, clever, and very tactful. She let her eyes study his for a moment, his thumb caressing her features. She stilled the urge to pull away and could not help but find herself drawn in by his eyes, and setting of his face, and his presence. That was of course until he walked away, seated himself, and said those words. Those luminous orbs narrowed upon him. "I.." The words wouldn't leave her mouth. She bit her tongue, and reminded herself this was for the better. This was to protect the rest of them.

Quietly she reached her hands behind her and pulled the thick ribbons that laced the dress together, the material loosened upon her frame, before the silken cloth fell piled to the floor. Soft hands gently cradled her arms, her form exposed, she'd never stood before anyone.. let alone a man in this .. position. She took a deep breath, flicked a strand of curls from her eyes and moved towards him. How dearly part of her wished she had some ethereal gift, some sort of power to sway, or control, but alas.. she had no power. No power other than body, and mind.

Ana chewed her bottom lip, forcing a small smile as she approached him, sitting with him as he had directed. She tried to relax, uncomfortable in her own skin for the time being. "I hope.. I am to your liking?" She spoke softly, that familiar accent rolling off her tongue as she spoke. Her tone sultry, a slight purr. She was building her confidence, remaining strong willed and determined to make it through this without any troubles. Keeping him happy was her job right? She was his pet, how awful that seemed, but it was true. He owned her, controlled her, and she could do nothing but obey lest she wish ill of her family and friends.

Relaxing herself more, she took in a deep breath and allowing the corners of her lips to turn up into a pleased little smile. How bad could it be? He was very attractive, this she'd admit, and he could have picked anyone.. so Ana must have had something he wanted above all else.
 
Words failed Alexey at the sight of her unclothed body, she truly was a spectacular creature. Her features lovely and delicate but instead of appearing childlike she was clearly a wonderfully formed young woman, her body petite which was exactly how he preferred his women. After seeing how she preformed he knew just how flexible she really was and had all sorts of ideas about how he could push that training of hers to the limit. As she sat next to him though he couldn't help but show a little bit of disappointment on his face, he was hoping that she would have gotten much closer to him.

Still he wasn't the sort to let such disappointment stand and rather then just sit and look at her he took the proactive approach, quickly his strong hands were grasping her hips and without even the slightest effort he lifted her and pulled her onto his lap so that her back was pressed against his bared chest. “This is much better little Ana.” He whispered against her ear, his fingers pulling the hair back from it so that his lips might lightly brush over it. “I said I wanted to examine what is mine... and it is hardly good enough to just look you over.”

As he spoke his evident arousal pressed against her firm and shapely rear through his pants as his hands moved up her hips and over her taunt stomach, moving toward her breasts. “Yes this really is much better... I must say that you more then exceed my expectations, I dare say that you might be perfect... or at least will be very soon.” Now his hands were lightly brushing over those perfectly formed mounds, lightly tracing around them with gentle brushed of his fingers.

“Tell me little Ana, what do you know about pleasing a man?” He asked, his voice soft as though he were distracted by something else, in truth he was having a very hard time focusing, the warmth of her body against him, the smell of her hair... everything was oh so tempting.
 
Ana was somewhat startled as he grasped her hips and pulled her into his lap. Her back pressed to his chest, his skin bared through the open material of his shirt. She shivered once and tried to relax, the closeness unsettling. His hands coursed along her taught stomach, and towards her breasts. The grazing, cool touches felt marvelous against her warm skin. She closed her eyes for a moment, his voice tickling her ear as his lips grazed the sensitive skin. His hand pulling her hair back out of the way, and she released soft, content little sigh. Though part of her had wished looking would have been good enough.. she had to say touching did feel a bit nicer.

She was nervous, a little frightened, and thrilled all at once. Her mind trying to stay rational, to keep her aware. Her body, lulling, falling comfortable to those light touches. He spoke of perfection, or her closeness to it, and a soft blush flourished over her cheeks. She'd worked rather hard to keep her body in this condition, to maintain her level of flexibility and light weight. The combination made her seem almost fragile, she was easy to bruise, but far much harder to break. "Very little.." She admitted quietly, perhaps a woman would have better been embarrassed but she was not.

IT meant she was untouched, untainted, and every bit loyal one would suppose. To keep her body sacred, but now she figured that it was no longer hers to keep that if he so willed it, her body was in fact his to use. She rolled the thoughts in her mind. Reminding herself this was for a better cause. Thought it saddened her to be used in such a manner.. she had agreed to it and much make the better of it!

She shifted just slightly in his lap, suddenly aware of his arousal. She stiffened, biting her bottom lip softly. He certainly was excited.
 
He had hoped for innocence but he doubted that he would find it, he had heard the rumors about traveling circuses and how they made ends meat when the cash box wasn't as full as they might like. A young flower like the one upon his lap at that moment would be a great fund raiser should the need arise but for her to arrive to him, innocent and untouched was like a dream come true. He sensed no duplicity in her words, she was being honest with him about how she knew little about the methods to please a man. These things could be learned though and Alexey would be more then happy to show her the ways.

He growled a little as she shifted on her lap, she had no idea what she was doing to him every time she moved, with every breath she took. His hands shifted on her breasts, cupping her more firmly now as his fingers stroked her nipples, feeling the small nubs of flesh harden under his touch. “Well my little Ana you are in a great deal of luck, you may not have any experience pleasing a man but I have two centuries of experience making women moan and beg for more.”

But before he proceeded any further there was one thing that he had to do. Though he had reached the age where he needed less blood and was in much better control of his desires then most he still had the thirst for it, at that moment it was nearly equal to the sexual urges that he was ignoring for the moment... first he had to taste her. A young womans blood never tasted the same after they lost that initial purity and while he didn't intend to keep her chaste for long Alexey just had to taste her once.

“Hold still, this shouldn't hurt to much... some in fact find it pleasant.” HE warned her as he brushed her hair away from her shoulder with his right hand, though he wasn't happy to stop his teasing. Dipping his head in he brushed his fangs over her shoulder before slowly sliding them in, running his tongue over the flesh as he did so in order to ease things up for her.
 
Thick lashes remained flush against her cheeks as she felt his touch, he cupped her breast more firmly, and began to stroke her nipples. The small peaks hardening beneath his touch and she bit back a small little moan. She couldn't resist the urges trickling through her body. The sense of want and need that was flourishing in her flesh, and the heat that was coursing through her. His words caused her to blush and she shifted just once more. Trying to be as careful as -humanly- possible. Though she was innocent, and pure in all its rights, she couldn't deny that she'd known the want and the need.. but thus far she'd been able to deny it. But with his hands upon her flesh, she didn't know if she could resist.. or if she even wanted to.

He had experience, this was not surprising.. centuries of experience as it was, almost had her frightened, she felt she might not be able to please him as he so hoped. He released her breast with his hands, and she felt her hair tickle against her skin as he brushed it further aside, his lips grazing her shoulder and his words of warning had her braced for what was certain to follow. The initial incision, made her stiffen and brought a small wince and whimper from her, eyes fluttering open for a moment, before it passed. She gasped softly, eyes closing, and her heart began to race.

His tongue against her flesh was soothing, even as she adjusted to the initial shock of being bitten. She suddenly felt heavy, heady and hot. Her flesh tingling as he was to drink from her. Naturally she lifted her hand to gently caress the back of his neck as he fed from her, her spine arched and her back pressing more firmly to his chest. Surprisingly she loved that feeling. The bite was more pleasing than she would have expected. Though she was certain for others it could be much more vicious and terrifying, but in this state it was arousing, inticing, almost.. enchanting.

She'd never experienced such a thing, always one to avoid confrontation with things she didn't understand, or to avoid trouble when it came looking in the direction of the Circus. She'd been sheltered, certainly, but Ana was no fool. "Alexey.." She whimpered, the name more so a moan, an expression she'd actually like the feeling rather than disliked. Ana could feel her body burning, aching with a want she was deftly inexperienced with.
 
She was responding just about perfectly to the bite, she was leaning into it just right and cradling his head to her neck as she arched against him. The taste of her blood was unlike anything else, everyone tasted a little bit different and he couldn't even begin to explain the complexities of the flavor. It was hot and poured into his mouth, smoother then the finest of wine, richer in taste then the best chocolate could ever hope to be. It was tempting to drink till he was fill, to slake his thirst right then and there but to give into that would ruin his toy so after a single mouth full poured down his throat he pulled away from her, lightly brushing his lips over the puncture wound that had been left behind.

Lightly he squeezed her breasts one more time, lightly pinching her nipples before lightly lifting her from his lap and helping her stand steadily on her feet. “That was wonderful Ana, you taste delicious... however before we continue I have a single request from you. I picked you to be my gift because I saw you preforming and when I did I really wanted to have a preference all my own.” He could smell her arousal and it only made him want her all the more, to pounce and take her like the predator that he truly was, however he restrained himself for the time being, he wanted a demonstration of her talents from her before he claimed her properly.

His eyes alight at the possibilities he unbuttoned his pants and withdrew his hard member, large and thick it stood straight up, already leaking clear fluid from its tip. He wanted her more then he could remember desiring anything in any length of time at all. “You will dance for me, display to me the beauty and grace and if I am pleased then I will show you pleasures beyond compare... you however do not want to even contemplate what I may do if you fail to please me with your display.”

(sorry it took so long)
 
Ana felt the warmth of her own breath pass betwixt her lips as he drank that single mouthfull. As he released her throat a soft whine escaped her, the grazing of his lips made her shiver, and she could feel the slight trickle of warmth along the nape of her neck. The bite had been truly intoxicating. As he made to move her, she frowned, disliked was the idea of being removed from his touch. Her mind fogged and hazy, enchanted by the bite. She dare not deny his subtle request, and though he professed the consequences would be dire shall she displease him, Ana was highly confident in her ability. She would please him, of this she was certain.

As if the memory of being bare had escaped her mind, Ana let herself go. She let the natural rhythm consume her. When she danced, nigh was it to a set rhythm, or practiced routine, when she danced, she danced to the drum of a heart, the beat of the world that flowed through her. Lost in the light of her desire and her unusual arousal this dance came more languid, more powerful. Her hands coursed her flesh as she moved. The lust that burned in her eyes mirrored what she saw before her, seated upon his 'throne' with his will being catered. His word was law. This she'd come to know.

Ana moved seductively, freely, her dance flawless and unhindered. Her body the canvas in which she portrayed. Each movement, each motion was as if she was inviting him to partake of her. Every flick of her wrist, sashay of her hips, or touch of her fingertips was an invitation to his eyes. Drawing attention here, then there. "Does this please you?" Her voice a sultry, husky little whisper as she moved. Half-lidded eyes peering upon his face to see his expression, to see if he truly approved or disapproved.
 
He watched her dance with rapt attention, his fingertips steeped before his face as a small smirk spread across his lips, showing only the slightest hint of the sharp fangs that lay beneath them. She was displaying more skill then anything he could have expected, even watching her preform before he had only seen the slightest hint of this perfection. His self control was slowly eroding and as he watched her he had to wonder if perhaps she would be worthy of turning, Alexey had only ever turned one other person into a vampire and that had been for an exorbitant amount of money... but to keep this creature beautiful and ageless at his side for eternity was a tempting thought.

Slowly as she asked if he was pleased Alexey climbed to his feet and approached her, his body as fluid and graceful as hers but rather then beauty his grace was predatorial, like a jungle cat closing in on its prey. “I am more then please pet.” He whispered, his voice husky and thick with lust, it was very clear that the self control that he was so proud of was running out very quickly.

Gripping her hips he pulled her close against him and lifted her until she was level with his eyes, his lips brushing against hers as he helped to wrap her legs around his waist. Now she was right in place, just move her down even the slightest and he would be inside of her, already he could feel his hard cock pressing against her juicy cunt, ready to penetrate her, make her his... ready to properly claim her. “Beg me for it Little Ana, beg me to make you a woman.”
 
Ana had no thoughts, no needs nor want for to eternal youth, and beauty. She wouldn't have turned it down granted, but she would not faun over the idea, nor let it work its way into her head. She was here for a reason, granted that reason was slipping away from her now and with his closeness was quickly becoming a need.. or want of her own to be here.. with him.. to let him have her. He lifted her by her hips, Slender legs wrapped around his waist and locked at the ankles, his cool stone body felt heavenly against the raging fire that was her own.

Lips softly grazed his own, caressing those lush tiers before her voice came forth, in that sultry little purr, a slight whine in it's undertone. " Please.. Alexey.. Take me.. Make me yours.. make me a woman." She cooed against his lips. Allowing her full, soft tiers to brush along his jaw to his ear, fingertip brushing his hair back as she nipped at the delicate lobe before whispering, her voice sultry, husky.. laced with lust. "Fuck me Alexey.. I want to feel you inside of me." Such poor, crude choice of words, but it got the point across. Her need far beyond that of anything she'd ever known.

What he did to her she could not place, why she wanted him so she could not tell.. but he was so close, and she could feel his cock pressing against her, throbbing, aching to penetrate her.. and her slick, hot core was begging to have him, to feel him deep inside of her. She was braced for the pain.. but her body hungered, craved, and begged for the pleasure he could give her. "Please Alexey.." She begged.
 
She was begging him, showing such eagerness for such a pretty young thing who had never before known the touch of a man. Her need was palpable to him, radiating off her in waves that he could practically feel. He knew he could certainly feel the heat from her cunt against the very tip of his dick, soon that heat would be surronding him, pulling him in deeper and driving him on as he took control of what was his, marking her for all time as something to be admired from a distance but never touched if you valued your life.

“So crude but so fitting my Little Ana.” He growled into her ear as he ground against her ever so gently, the moisture dripping down over his cock and driving him even more wild then before with lust. “I am afraid that I will be fucking you Ana, quite roughly indeed... normally I would attempt to be gentle with a young woman for her first time but you have driven me to the point where I doubt I will be able to show such restraint.” No there would be no restraint, no tenderness... she would feel pain but he would make sure that it was soon replaced by pleasure beyond compare.

Then without another word he pressed his lips against hers, a kiss that started off gentle but soon became passionate and almost violent, demanding and powerful his lips moved against hers as he pulled her down onto his cock with his considerable strength. The physical proof of her innocence giving him no resistance as he pressed right through it and all the way into her in a single thrust, burying himself to the hilt. Without even a moments pause he began to move, his hands holding her in place as his hips pulled back and thrust forward at a rapid pace, his teeth catching her lips and tugging gently as he broke off the kiss, growling with pleasure. She was amazingly tight, hotter then he could have dreamed and practically pouring moisture, he could feel it all and was bring driven mad.
 
Ana quivered, the hunger.. the lust, the want in his words.. she could feel them, taste them, and she wanted it. She wanted all of it. Ana had never wanted something so much before, she had never craved the touch of a man. His words came brisk, and she braced herself. Her mouth to his as he kissed her. Innocent.. light, chaste.. turned into hungry, rough, and devoid of innocence. Ana moaned into that kiss. Her body hot, heavy, and wanting. She whimpered, feeling that light grind.. only to be met with the swift, fell thrust of his hips. Stealing away her innocence without a trace of hesitation. He did not stop, he pulled back and thrust again. Ana bit back a cry.

The pain seared betwixt her thighs, but she didn't truly have time to embrace that pain, to let it flourish. He numbed it out, dulled its ache and kept thrusting. She whimpered, biting at her bottom lip before her small cries turned into moans. The pain flooding into pleasure. His cock forcing her tight little pussy to accomidate his size and girth. How easily he penetrated her.. she must have been more wet than she had thought. Whimpering and moaning she clutched at him. Her body thriving on the pleasure.

"Ughn... ooh.. Alexey!" She moaned. The edge of pain was still there, mingling with the overwhelming pleasure. Was this what the bite could do? She'd been so enthralled by it, pleasure by it, that she'd let herself be consumed by the lust, the want for him. She could definitely get used to this.
 
He felt her cry of pain against his lips but that only drove him to move more roughly against her, she might be a mortal and far more fragile then a vampire would be but Alexy was lost in the lust and the pleasure of her body. He had so long neglected the urges that no drove him and if he were capable of a coherent thought at that point Alexy would no doubt be regretting haven not given into the primal desires of his body sooner. Immediately he had her pressed against a wall, the pressure of his body against hers keeping her in place while his hips continued to move at a blinding pace, his cock sliding in and out of her, practically slamming.

His lips though moved to her neck, the pleasure of the body only waking up even further lusts within him, this one far more dangerous for her. Still a little indulgence wouldn't hurt and as delicately as possible his fangs scrapped over her shoulder, the small scratches drawing just a little bit of blood which his tongue quickly lapped away, really he didn't want to see her scarred in any way at all if it could be prevented, leaving her ever so delicate flesh as perfect as it was today.

“Enjoying yourself little one?” He teased with a chuckle as he reached between their joined bodies, his fingers moving to lightly tease the delicate nub of flesh that sat at the apex of her cunt, stroking it softly. He was approaching his own end rather quickly but wanted to make sure that his pet enjoyed herself before he was finished, his fingers striving to make sure that she got off before it was all over, her first time would need to be something special of course.
 
Ana's back hit the wall, and she let out a startled noise. Her body pinned betwixt the two, cold, strong bodies. The wall.. and himself. She moaned with every thrust, every slamming of his hips into her own. Driving her body back against that wall and stilling her with each roll back of his hips. Alexey teased her with his words, but she couldn't form an audible response. Her body driven again with the sensation of him being inside of her. His fangs draw a delicate line along her shoulder, the flesh tingled with the sensation only to be soothed by the velvet swoop of his tongue.

It was followed by the drop of his hand, sliding down between them to tease at that bundle of nerves, stimulate the sensitive nub and draw more pleasure to her. She closed her eyes and laid her head back against the wall, red curls swept out of her face. She moaned, and tightened her legs about his waist as the pleasure continued to build. He was driving her closer to that edge and towards an experience unlike any other. "I..I'm close.." She moaned breathlessly, the words a mere whisper, a whimper of voice and word.

She shuddered and hands clutched more at his stone flesh, drawing her support from him, her focus shifting. She lost control and rode that pleasure. Feeling it wash over her. Her molten core on fire. She cried out, and came. Her walls convulsing, gripping him, milking him as her orgasm overcame her and she succumbed to the euphoria that came with it. Her body melting to his touch, each thrust thereafter felt more thoroughly, her body more sensitive.-
 
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