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Say Goodnight ((Retro and I))

Cynthia grumbled beneath her breath but the meaning of the words was even lost on her at that point. Maybe he was right. Maybe there was a part of her that wanted this all along. After all she had come dressed as if she wanted to be dragged into some back alleyway and ravished. She had heard some of the rumors floating around about the owner and came anyway. No one had been tugged along for protection either. A lump rose in her throat. Was she really so naïve to the whims and desires of her own flesh?

Her head tilted back as his lips and teeth teased their way down. This was not what she really wanted but the part of her that craved such attention was much stronger than the meek girl inside of her. Her legs opened wider and she grinded against the bulge, pressing it against the wetness of her panties. Noticing that taletelled slickness between her thighs made her flush and attempt to pull away again.

“I don’t know what you’re doing to me. It’s almost like spell work.” She managed to get out between her pathetic guttural noises. Of course it sounded ludicrous to her. There was no such thing as magic. It was just her and whatever he had slipped into her drink.
 
Janus smiled as his lips continued to work at her neck and ear, her heavy breathing and those gutteral sounds as she literally began to grind against his mammoth bulge and spread her own thighs made it all to clear she was loosing the battle with herself. As her thighs spread his hands were already skillfully working the sensitive and tender flesh of her inner thighs even as his groin pressed firmly against her own clearly heating nethers. Hi let that gargantuan bulge press against her with only his pants and her panties and skirt separating them even as he heard her declare this had to be some sort of magic.

He let that powerfully enticing tone of his roll smoothly off his tongue and into her ear as he continued to artfully excite and entire her flesh, "No spell my gorgeous guest.... just your own wants and desires however repressed they may have been. I had no idea you didn't drink though it seems perhaps it did you a bit of good in letting you express yourself... it seems there is quite a bit you want or desire that you do not act on... why fight it when you can just enjoy what you crave. I as your host will gladly see to i that your needs, cravings, and desires are fully sated... that you very much enjoy and are pleasured by your stay here."

Tempting and enticing words promising pleasure, sating of her desires and that apparent growing heat. Of course the way his hands and lips worked at her skin to drive her wild likely only were adding fuel to the fire he offered to help tend to. His hands slowly began to not only caress but to fondle and squeeze at her shapely thighs while he actually began to kiss, lick, and nibble more maddeningly at her supple neck and ear. His teeth and tongue adding to his lips as he focused on each sensitive spot along her neck with increasing intensity.
 
She gave a shuddering gasp as his mouth worked her neck over harder. There would be bruises there in the morning but at that moment she did not care. Her body felt as if electricity was pulsing through it. Every part of her became superbly sensitive and each stroke of his hands and teeth caused her to tremble in desire. Her grinding became more intense and wetness stained the front of her panties. He was right with one thing. Cynthia had spent most of her adult years ignoring her baser instincts; ignoring how her body ached for the touch for another. Now, to her horror, it was coming out full force.

“Please I…” She trailed off and looked down at him. Lust shimmered in her eyes; her cheeks were flushed and her lips swollen and pink. All signs were pointing towards what he had hoped for and it terrified her. “I am not accustomed to such things. I don’t normally… I mean I have never…”

Cynthia had spent so much time, effort, and energy studying she never had gotten around to making love. If it could be called that.
 
Janus could indeed tell from the look in her eyes and the flush to her cheeks just how worked up she was getting. The way her lips swelled ever so slightly also was quite the temptation in of itself. It seemed he had found a roiling cauldron of pent up desire and need that she had not expressed. Such luck was not the sort of thing you stumbled upon often and he knew once he let the cat out of the bag so to speak she may well have a hard time putting it back. The only real question is weather she would embrace it or bolt later and try to deny herself till she just could not help bu give into that craving for more pleasure. Plus he knew that with his mammoth size there would be no one who she could find that would hit all those spots and set her off quite the same way... no when she craved more she would need to come back. He only wondered if it would be with an eager and needy look, or one of rage as she struggled with her own hungers.

Time would tell.

In the meantime he had to see to her obviously swelling and surging desires. He flashed her a dashing smile and leaned in to growl softly into her ear in that same enticing tone of his, "Mmm you have such need, such raw desire... your body is screaming for more... and you say you have never given yourself what you clearly want? I Will have to see to it that tonight you get everything you desire then... that every hunger, every lust, every desire is slaked and satisfied."

The words were a brief pause that if anything sought to fan those flames further before his lips returned to her neck and shoulder. He Gripping her shapely and toned rear and used it to help them both enjoy the way she was grinding against him with obvious lust and need, her heated and wet sex covered only by panties pressed so firmly and with such desire to that gargantuan bulge that promised the sort of cock that most women only dreamed of. His lips finally danced teasingly and with that same masterful skill over her cleavage and trailed up over her heaving bosom then along her neck to growl softly in her ear again, "I suppose you will get to start on what most women only dream of having to satisfy their needs and lusts.... to feel the sort of pleasure they hope for.... do not hold yourself back, let yourself enjoy what you want... and I will give it all to you... inch after throbbing pleasure inducing inch."
 
Cynthia was at a loss. Her mouth was dry, her head was reeling, and all she could think on were the urges that drove her to the brink of insanity. Her head tilted back as his gripped her rear and ground her harder against the bulged, stimulating her clit through her panties in the process. A groan escaped her lips and she felt herself practically melting. Though there was still a little voice in the back of her mind that told her that she could not continue on. That something was wrong with that situation.

How she managed to reel herself in, she didn’t know, but her hands pressed against her chest as she attempted to launch herself off of him.

“No! I don’t want this!” She exclaimed, a newfound strength coursing through her. How long this resolve would last she did not know. The heat was pressing and making her mind foggy again. “Let me go home!”

Again her palms came down on his chest, this time to slap them. She didn’t like having to get physical but what choice did she have? Though, to call what she did physically was quite laughable. Her strength had been zapped away by whatever he had been doing to her.
 
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