On the brink of desire. (Raziel99xXanaphia)

[Xanaphia]

Alyxia Cebrel was annoyed. Not that such a thing could be easily told by the look on her face. Her face was as it always was, calm to the point of near serenity. Her soft green eyes betrayed no emotions, at least not to those unfamiliar with her kind. To most humans, she was another just like them, just with the small quirk of having silvery flecks in her skin. She let most people think this, content with their ignorance. It was easier than explaining that she was a Maenad, a race of psychic beings that had legendary tempers. No one from this life had seen her temper, and she liked that better than everyone knowing exactly what she could do. She was intensely private and it had worked out for her, for the most part.

She didn’t talk much. Didn’t see much point to it, just noise mostly. She supposed people who lacked her gifts need to resort to conversion to learn about their world. She, on the other hand, could easily peer into the minds of those around her, learn anything she wanted that way. She found this much easier, than talking to people, not having to navigate the pesky fields of fact and fiction.

On this day, she was listening to a lecture from William. This was the current source of her annoyance, the human psion lecturing her in the ways of psionics, as though he were an expert. They had been equals until recently, both studying under the same tutor. However, for reasons beyond her understanding, William was elevated above her, their master claiming him to be the superior practitioner of the psychic arts. She brushed her short red hair out of her face, signaling to him her insolence to his authority.

 

[Raziel99]

The problem with trying to teach someone who now had a grudge against you was that they generally didn’t listen to your words. William Archage found this out firsthand with Alyxia. While her annoyance with this new situation was hidden with her excellent physical control, it was so plain on her mind that Will was having trouble controlling his own emotions at the time. That was his strength and her fault at the moment: He was good at masking his presence in other’s minds.

His ability was already put to good use, able to maneuver politically to the point where their mentor made a good sum of gold to continue his operation because of Will’s help. Not that it was difficult, but the fact that the old man could stay in business and teach others put him in a good light, and now he was to impart knowledge into Alyxia. If she would ever stop fuming to do so.

His blue eyes seemed to sear into Alyxia’s green ones, his mind growing agitated even as he pushed back attraction for the woman. If anything, she could be so stubborn. “You know, if you would actually pay attention instead of imagining throttling me, you may learn something.” He scoffed as he brushed a lock of hair behind his ear. “No, but of course, you’re sour about how things are going. Well, maybe if you took my tips you would surpass me. Well, I’m done for the day, I’m too agitated to think. We’ll try again tomorrow.”

 

[Xanaphia]

She gave him a quizzical look as his frustration grew obviously on his face. She almost smirked in success but pushed the feelings deep down not wanting to give him the satisfaction of getting a reaction from her. She was often amazed by how expressive humans faces could be, revealing so much with so little. The twitching of his brow, the pinching of his lips, the nervous fidgeting with his hair.

In some ways, she knew he was right. Despite her stoic countenance, she felt things so deeply. Too deeply, at times, overwhelming her ability to concentrate. This was one of those times. If she could get past her bitter resentment towards him, there was quite a bit she could learn. But doing so would be akin to admitting his superiority to her. She was too prideful for that, and it may be her eventual downfall.

She watched as he took off in an angry huff, almost laughing at his dramatic display. She was somewhat fond of him, before his ego exploded from his promotion. He was quite handsome, and a skilled enough psychic that he intrigued her. Not that she could admit those kinds of things to him. No, she was far too frightened of the lust that could consume her if she gave in to it. So she let him walk off in anger, sighing quietly when he was out of earshot.

 

[Raziel99]

The problem with trying to teach while agitated wasn’t that you would mess up or stumble with your words while in the lesson, no, it was that someone could see that agitation and either take offense or feed off the emotion. The latter was more dangerous than the former, of course, because a classroom of agitated psionics could become a trashed room in moments. That was why Will gave up the lesson, picking his papers up and leaving Alyxia in the room.

She could be stressful at times, he had to admit to himself. As talented and beautiful as she was, the fact that she didn’t give any sort of outward emotion made her that much more difficult to read. He could see how others struggled with that, unable to read her mind as he could. She didn’t understand that a straight face could get one in trouble just as much as showing emotions could. Just as his agitation took him over a moment ago. He left the estate because of it, needed some fresh air and wanting something to eat different than what was in the school estate.

He walked the streets of the town, a hand going into his robes to feel the small pouch with their stipend for spending. It was more than enough for a small meal outside the walls every once in a while, and it was a time that he relished. Even if his mind refused to stop thinking about Alyxia. It was these times that he was fond with small pranks, watching the people go by and practicing his psionic powers. It was this time that he saw a small group of adventurers and did just that, sending his mind into that of the female warrior, putting an irresistible urge in her mind.

He half-watched as the warrior pulled the male mage to her in a kiss, not wanting eyes to fall on him and suspect foul play. To his surprise, after a bit of embarrassment, the kiss was renewed, and an idea formulated in his head. The smile that came to his face had hints of bold coldness and lust to it. This night was going to be interesting.

 

[Xanaphia]

She decided to partake in some martial training this afternoon. Some physical outlet for her feelings of frustration. There were some training dummies set up outside, in the manor courtyard. This was at her insistence, as the psychic arts often mesh well with martial arts. The ways one could use psionics to enhance their strength, to make their hits more powerful, charged with energy, or even bypass physical objects, such as armor. This was, while entirely true, just an excuse for her to have an something to channel her powerful into, some safe way to vent. Many who would watch her would think she was quite dedicated whereas in reality she was desperate for some inner peace.

She spent some time on punches, varying her speed and strength each time, making combinations up on the fly. She needed to lose herself to the base violence, cleanse her mind of the anger she held onto. She practiced kicks after wards, full extension of her limbs displaying her aptitude for spreading her legs. Her flexibility was rather provocative for those around her, and in her one piece outfit, it was positively lewd. With was nearly an hour in, her hands nearly numb from the constant pummeling, her flesh raw and peeling at her knuckles.

She was covered in sweat and exhausted now. It was late in the afternoon now, and most of the other students were having their evening meal. She decided to skip it, and bathe, pulling up some water from the well. She took it back to her room, and stripped down. She took a moment to heat the water, and scrubbed herself down, her flesh pink from her thorough cleansing. She dressed in loose cotton gown, and lied down to rest for the evening.

 

[Raziel99]

William stayed out longer than he normally would that night, sitting over his meal of fish and rice as he thought over his plan, every little detail to make sure he would not be caught and reprimanded. After all, it would be an abuse of his power to do such a thing. So he stayed out until the sun threatened to set, heading back to the school estate. He went to his room, taking water with him to bathe quickly before changing into thin cotton pants and a robe. And with that he decided to explore the estate.

His wandering was meant to look random, travelling through a good deal of the estate before finding himself outside Alyxia’s door. He made sure nobody was around to see him before sliding into the room, comforted with the silence of her sleep. He moved close to her bed, silent footsteps to watch her before moving to sit nearby in a chair. His eyes closed for a moment as his mind reached out for hers, sliding in and taking a small look around, his own mind hidden from hers. Then he started work, controlling her dreams for the moment.

Her dream would be overcome with the two of them, his form slowly advancing on hers before taking her and kissing her, a hot deep kiss that she returned with gusto. Wandering hands that tugged and pulled on clothing, undressing the two of them. His hands wandered her body, touching sensitive spots, making her moan and squirm. He moved her to her bed, blanketing her body as he penetrating her, pulling moans between the two of them.

His real body shifted, standing slowly as he moved to her. Slowly and gently he took her wrist, moving her hand until it was between her legs. Then he moved near the door, watching her after putting a stealth veil over him just in case she woke up. He watched, releasing his control of the dream but his mind staying inside hers to see just what she would dream up.

 

[Xanaphia]

William stood over her, his eyes wandering over her form and drinking in her figure. Without a word, he pulled her to him, their bodies pressed together in desire. His mouth devoured hers, his tongue delving deep. She is shocked by how forward he is, forcing a kiss from her so brazenly. She likes it, his aggressive manner, taking what he wants from her. She kisses him back, her tongue entangling with his, her inner passion ready to escape into their kiss. His hands were tugging at her clothes, and she was more than happy to assist him, removing her outfit without ever breaking off the kiss.

It was his turn to undress and she was helping him disrobe, sliding his robes from his body and pushing his pants from his hips, rubbing against his already stiff member on the way down. Finally they had to break off their kiss, to pull his shirt over his head. While she did that, his mouth went after her neck, kissing and biting her there, which inflamed her lust. He pushed her down on the bed, crawling between her legs with intense determination.

He was wasting no time now, and her body was more than ready for him. He slid into her sodden slit, parting her tightness with equal parts force and passion. It didn’t take long before he was hilted in her, his length filling her delightfully. She was losing control, screaming out with such furor, as her thighs moved to pull him deeper in her. Her hips moved in time with his, her legs wrapped around his waist, her hands pulled his mouth to her, engulfing him into a kiss this time.

In the waking world, she was getting quite wet now. Wet enough her feminine scent was filling the room and William’s nostrils. Soaking the fingers that William had placed so carefully there. One finger slipped in so easily as her dreams became more and more erotic. Pushing against the tight opening, the wetness overcame any resistance, and her finger moved in and out deft. Looking for the responsive spot deep within, that spot that would bring her to ecstasy.

 

[Raziel99]

William stood at that closed door, but he was nearly frozen there like a deer in headlights. What he saw, physically and mentally, shook him so hard with how easy it was. How easily she gave into such desires. Maybe…. That was what she wanted? Oh, that couldn’t be. She was disgusted with him, he was sure. But there was no way that he could simply pass up this opportunity.

His mind brushed against the edge of hers, a soft command of entrance. He let that hot dream continue, but his voice filled her mind, insistant in tone and husky in need for her.

Come for me.

Don’t stop.

Make this real.

Make your dream come true.

I need you.

Don’t deny yourself this.

He could smell her desire, so plainly, could hear her hand working on her core, so easily moving with her need. It was the edge of his control not to move to her and taste that sweet nectar, locking her door as he left so she would not be interrupted during the night. After all, he wanted her for himself, and another walking into her room like that would not be good to the poor sap who did.

Will retired to his room, tossing the robe to the side and trying to fall asleep, but it took a long time. That display left him completely erect , with her dream on the forefront of his mind. But he pushed past it, as long as that took, to sleep. The morning came too fast with how much sleep he managed to get, and he dressed groggily, heading to get breakfast. He hoped juice and sausage would wake him up that morning, and part of him was curious to see the aftermath of her dream.

 

[Xanaphia]

She slid another finger in, her body on the edge of release. Her pussy contracted around her fingers, and she pushed passed it, teasing her sensitive spot until she reached her climax. It was incredible, her fluids gushing all over her hand in bliss.

In her dream, William was fucking harder and faster, the friction causing her more pleasure than she thought was possible. She could hear his voice whispering her in ear, in between nips at her neck

“Come for me…I need you,” His words were powerful and she was happy to oblige him, her legs clenching him snugly. She was tensing around him and he plunged fully into her, shooting his seed as she came as well.

She awoke the next morning, the dream still quite vivid in her mind, and her fingers sticky with her fluids. She found she was quite relaxed from her sweet dreams, even if she was a bit moist still. She dressed quickly heading down for some breakfast this morning. She hadn’t eaten last night, and with her nocturnal emission, she was famished at this time. She loaded her plate and took a seat, a mouth ful of sausage before she looked up to see William sitting across from her. Without realizing it, her face was turning deep crimson, as she was mentally reliving the erotic dream.

 

[Raziel99]

William sat on his own that morning, ignoring the small mingling crowd in the dining area. His mind was still on last night’s escapade, and his erection was thankfully hidden beneath his robes. He had a book with him, a study of Psionic theory that kept him occupied as he ate, thankfully. That was until he looked up, seeing Alyxia looking right at him, her face a deep red, sitting across from him.

It was hard not to have some sort of knowing or aroused look on his face as he noticed her, seeing in her mind just what she was thinking. His own mind was on lockdown, blocking any memory of last night behind lock and key. He nodded to her, lowering his head to the book. His throat was cleared for a moment to make sure his voice wasn’t an octave higher than normal.

“Good morning, Alyxia.” He finally said, taking a sausage in his fork, biting and chewing, mulling over his next words. “I hope you are in a better mood than you were in last night. After all, normal training is off for the day, but I am sure your… remedial stuff is still in the works with me. And I expect you to pay attention today.” His voice was a little gruff, as though he was still angered from the day before – or maybe upset? His eyes didn’t meet hers, and he let his mind leak the thought of them sitting together, hands held in the sunset before locking down once more.

 

[Xanaphia]

She still hadn’t taken her eyes off him yet, his words from her dream ringing in her mind. “I need you” Her lips were parted just a bit, her eyes wide with amazement. It was the most animated face anyone here would have seen her make. She hardly heard him speak, just watched his lips moving to form the words. She nodded, absently, as though she were paying attention to him. Being near him, like this, with warm dreams still fresh on her mind, was intoxicating.

She ate nervously, finding her hands to be clumsy with the silverware. She tried looking away from him, forcing her eyes in every other direction than his. It was rather obvious that she was trying to avoid him, and in her inexperience in controlling her outward expression of emotion was coming through now. She was grateful when he finally got up, watching him out of the corner of her eye. He seemed to walk awkwardly, as though he had hurt himself, possibly. She couldn’t place it, but there was something off about him today.

There was definitely something off about her. She was getting moist at the thought of him, wondering if he was as amazing in bed as she had dreamt. She was confused as to why she was even having such feelings. Dangerous emotions for her to be experiencing, without a proper outlet to control them. She considered this and she walked to the room where he would hold his remedial lecture.

 

[Raziel99]

William was a little more insidious with his work, tapping into her mind to put thoughts there to make her think they were from him. God she makes me needy. Why can’t I get rid of this hard on? He made sure his face was neutral, not showing his thoughts on it even as he moved to clear the remains of his plate and put it ready to be washed. He walked past Alyxia once more, nodding and offering her a smile as he headed to the classroom to wait.

His mind was aflutter with ideas, wondering about her reactions. Did what he did to her shake her so much that he was all she thought about now? Or maybe she already was thinking such things, and he only unlocked it for her to express more? That thought made his length bob painfully. He wanted her, that was obvious, but the thought of her wanting him as well made him very, very needy. Even as she moved toward the room his mind was working its magic with her, soft groans and moans echoing in her head. Alyxia. It was a lustful voice of his in her mind, as though the thought was so strong it echoed to her head. Why can’t you see I need you? It’s the only reason I agreed to these lessons.

When she entered the classroom, Will was on the edge of the desk, laying back with his head over the lip of the desk facing away from her. The tent was visible even through the layers of robes that was common for him to wear. He seemed to get up in haste as he heard her enter, but it was purposeful, to tease her with temptation even more. “I’m glad you could actually make it on time.” He chided slightly, although the teasing tone was coupled with a chuckle. “I was thinking we would work on mental safeguards today.”

 

[Xanaphia]

Her mind was going wild with crazy fantasies. She could hear Will’s thoughts, echoing through her mind. She wondered if his emotions were playing havoc on him, sending his thoughts outward. His thoughts were having a profound effect on her, knowing that she was the object of his desire. It warmed her core, and not necessarily in a pure way. She must have been receiving his fantasies last night too, causing the potently vivid dream. The dream that was still influencing her feelings even now. Hearing her own name, called out with such passion, such desire, it stirred her something fierce.

She shuddered as she took a seat, impressed by the restraint he showed now. She could see the physical signs of his arousal through his robes, and once again, she was imagining the dream, as he plunged into her so easily. Filling her with fervor, such longing just so tender. She bit her lip, unconsciously Nodding as he spoke to her, their eyes meeting, finally.

She knew it wouldn’t be good for her to be overcome with lust for too long. Knowing that he was suffering the same affliction gave her some hope. Perhaps they could come to some mutual understanding, an agreement so both parties could relieve their stress. He seemed to want her badly enough, surely he wouldn’t object?

 

[Raziel99]

William saw plainly in her mind what she was thinking, rekindled need, her mind bringing back the dream from the night before. His own mind was working him up, knowing what he did although never in his surface thoughts. She had little composure, being able to see almost clearly what was on her mind. The idea that she may come to him with an offer for ‘stress relief’ made him want to push her towards doing that. But that as with time. He was going to do this his own way.

“Well then, let’s begin.” He turned to the board with chalk in hand, speaking and writing but highly doubting that she was listening, most likely losing herself in her desires and thoughts. And mentally he decided to do a little more with her. Just the idea had him pulsing painfully, wondering outside of his mental barriers if she would notice or take care of that aching need of his.

His mind brushed against hers, diving in to change her thoughts. He was sitting directly behind her in the room, lips kissing along her neck, nips and tugs to urge her into a hotter frenzy. “You’re a beautiful woman.” It was a hot whisper against her earlobe, met with a nip of that soft lobe, which was matched with a physical sensation for her to feel. “You should be mine. Be mine. Right now.” Her clothing seemed to disappear, and his hands slid down her body, with her actual body tingling in sync with her thoughts. His hands cupped her generous breasts, teasing, feeling the taut peaks.

One of his hands slid down further after only a few moments, palm sliding over her stomach and not bothering hiding its intentions. Fingers brushed against her core, stroking her lips, spreading them open ever so slightly to slide a finger to her clit. The sensation to her actual body would be heavenly, but it would never get her off on its own, he made sure of that.

 

[Xanaphia]

Her body was growing so hot, as phantom hands and tongues had their way with her body. Her eyes were closed, as she let herself get lost in lust. It all felt so good, as though William’s own hands were on her, feeling the sensitive parts of her body with such expertise to kindle her fervor. As his fingers slid down her body, inching closer to her now moist opening. She twitched, physically, as she felt the actual sensation of being felt up by Will. The ghost hand teased her clit and she let out an audible moan, almost forgetting that this wasn’t happening anywhere but in her mind.
T
he moan would have certainly garnered a reaction from William, but she was oblivious, completely engrossed in her own yearning. Her own hands were mimicking his, teasing her own hard nipples through the thin fabric of her outfit. Her head was thrown back in euphoria, feeling it so deeply her body shook and quivered obviously. Here she was, alone in a room With William, nearly masturbating as she fantasized about the two of them. Were these her desires or his? Both? Did it matter? How can he stand there, so calmly, while her body burned from the inside out?

 

[Raziel99]

William knew what was going on even without that moan that she made. After all, he WAS the one that was causing it with her. However, that moan sent a shiver down his spine, making him arch slightly before he got a hold of himself. If she prided herself in controlling her outward emotions, he prided himself with his inner self control. And yet, she was sin personified. He knew that they wouldn’t be interrupted in the classroom, nobody able to see into it and the room off limits for others while this session was in, and the thought of taking her in the room was very tempting.

He was rather quiet as he moved over to her, watching her hand play with her breast through her clothing, tempting to simply take her right then. But that would be ungentlemanly of him. Instead he moved behind her, kneeling down to put his head level with hers. His lips brushed against the crook of her neck and shoulder, a light tease. One of his hands came around, fingertips brushing along the inside of her thigh. It started low, a tease, that slid upwards ever so slowly as he spoke.

“Look at you, Alyxia. Is this what happens in your mind all the time?” His tone was both chiding but husky, enjoying the feeling of soft skin with his fingers and lips. “Do you fantasize about me? Do you touch yourself under the desk to my image when nobody is looking? Do you do this now simply because you want me that badly?” His fingertips were brushing just at the edge of her clothing, at the crook of her leg and core, her leg pulled out so he didn’t touch her, not wanting to yet, wanting to hear her answer.

“Would you prefer my actual fingers touching you?”

 

[Xanaphia]

She nearly bolted up when his actual hand began to touch. He knew, knew what she was doing. It shouldn’t be a surprise; it wasn’t like she was trying to hide it from him. And yet, being caught in such a naughty position, the very man she was visualizing catching on to her filthy thoughts. His hand moved so deftly, tantalizing her with the promise of pleasure to come.

“I…I want you,” She admitting, turning to look him in the eyes. The mesmerizing blue eyes, pulling her in to his arms. “I can’t stop thinking about you, imaging us doing…” She stopped for a moment, trying to collect her words.
“I had a dream about you last night, that we…that we were intimate. It was so intense, I can still feel it. Even now, I can sense your need…” She explained, the words pouring from her lips so quickly, before she could stop to examine their meanings. She was nearly begging him, her desperation coming though her voice. He offered up his own fingers, and she couldn’t agree quickly enough.

“Please… I want you so badly…I need this…” She grabbed at him, pulling him into a deep kiss, tasting him with powerful desire. Her hands worked between his robes, groping for his member.

 

[Raziel99]

William never expected her to be so forward. But here they were, hearing her begging for him. She pulled him into a rough, deep kiss, and he easily fell into it, nipping her lip, tasting her for a long moment before breaking away from it. Her legs were wonderfully spread for him, and his hand started to move, fingers stroking her from over her leotard, feeling her radiating heat from it. “I’ve waited for you to take notice for years, Alyxia.” He said in a low, husky voice.

His fingers stroked so lightly, carefully over her clothing, but it was too much temptation, and was not long before he brushed them aside, seeing her dripping wet core in front of him. His fingers started a teasing stroke before deciding she was tortured enough. Her clit was soon the attention of his fingers, rubbing as though they knew exactly how she enjoyed being touched. After all, he manipulated her mind to see it himself.

She easily pulled his hard length from the folds of his robes and pants, bobbing in freedom and excitement. “Do you see what you’ve done to me?” It was a taunting question, right into her ear. “This erection is because of you. Your mere sight pulls it up. I want you to take care of it for me. And I’ll take care of this for you.” With that his fingers left her clit, his middle finger sliding down, teasing her entrance before sliding in, bigger than one of her own fingers.

 

[Xanaphia]

She took him into her hands, his stiff member throbbing potently. She fondled him, gently, her supple fingers tracing his veins and bulges. She took a firm grasp of him, putting some strength into her strokes now, impressed by how thick he was. She could feel the blood as it pulsated with in, thumping with yearning. She tried hard to focus on pleasing him, but it was rather difficult with him fingering her so exquisitely.

She was so open to him now, her spread legs facing towards him, while his fingers delved into her most intimate spot. He knew exactly what she liked, almost better than she knew herself. Rubbing her inner walls, with both force and tenderness. Rubbing her clit with his thumb, pushing into it hard and using that leverage to caress the responsive spot deep within. “William…” She moaned out, tossing her head back as her muscles tensed. How embarrassing, to reach climax so quickly, he merely inserted a single thick finger.

She focused back at the task in her hands. She had to bring him as much pleasure as he did her, soft hands clasping his manhood so eagerly, so powerfully. She gripped him just below the head, pulling back from there with increasing enthusiasm.

 

[Raziel99]

She was rather the expert with her hand, and he found himself growing in excitement quickly, both from her skill and from a lack of pleasure for many moons. His hand did not stop playing with her core, even as he felt her grip and pulse around him in her orgasm. One wasn’t going to be enough for her, he decided, and he was going to do it personally, instead of forcing it through her mind.

Soft pants and moans came from him as she stroked him vigorously, before he shifted to take her lips in his, a hot and needy kiss that left him breathless. A second finger slid into her was her reward, carefully massaging her inner walls as his thumb rubbed her clit with renewed enthusiasm. His hips couldn’t help the small thrusting with her movements, and his mind immediately thought of how she would feel wrapped around her, buried inside her to the hilt. Those thoughts were pushed away after a moment: He would find that out soon enough, this was enough for now.

He nipped her lip, tugging and groaning his pleasure, returning the favor until he came, moaning out against her lips, eyes closing. His hot cum shot out, landing against her stomach, her thighs and lower inner arm by how she was holding him. He panted heavily for a moment to get his mind straight before his fingers continued inside her, working to give her a second orgasm before sliding his hand away, fingers coming to his lips and slowly licking them clean, letting out a groan of approval over her sweet taste. “Alyxia.” It was a soft moan of a word. “You are mine now. I don’t want you around any other men except myself.”

 

[Xanaphia]

She could feel the blood pumping faster and faster as she stroked him nice and hard. She felt him tense, stiffening in her hands as seed pulsed through in rapid escape. She was splattered by his load, as it covered her stomach and thigh and arms. She was almost disappointed that she wouldn't get to feel him inside, at least not yet, but he still stood firmly in her grasp. She relaxed her grip, determined to feel him sliding into her sodden womanhood before he released again.

She was still reeling from the first climax she had reached when he inserted a second finger, forcing her softness apart ever so slightly. He was directing her lust from within, both fingers moving to bring her bliss. They rubbed her insides, rotating to feel every inch of her supple folds. It was too much, too good, too intense, and she cried out again in passionate relief.

They were both breathing hard, and looking deep into each others eyes, a powerful connection within the rather intimate moment. She watched as he tasted her ecstasy, pleased sounds escaping his lips. He spoke to her, voicing his possession of her. With a clearer mind, she might have objected or outright balked at his suggestion. She giggled nervously at the implications of his words, yet she knew there was some truth to them. After experiencing such euphoria at his hands, it was rather easy to submit to his dominance. She nodded, smiling a sultry smile his way, while she pulled herself to the ground and him on top of her, into another deep kiss.

 

[Raziel99]

Will couldn’t help the smile that came to his face at her easy acceptance of his dominance over her. The deep kiss was more than welcome, returning it with heated emotions as she pulled him onto her on the ground. He knelt over her body, a hand beside her, the other sliding under her to have a hold over her. The heated moments with her were making him breathless, but he had to put a better hold on her or else they would be lost in the passion.

“Alyxia.” It was nearly a gasp of air between kisses, pulling away with extreme reluctance. “I need a few minutes to get my energy back. But when I do, I’m going to take you like I should have a long time ago.” His eyes shone as he looked into hers. “When I found that I was in love with you.”

He broke away, getting up to grab some rags, cleaning the cum off of her. He took a bit of it with a finger, bringing it to her lips to taste before helping her up. He led her to the front desk of the room, pushing her to sit on the edge. “You have too much on, but that can’t be helped. You better be in my room tonight, though.” He offered a sly smirk as his body lowered, arms wrapping around her legs so she couldn’t struggle away. “Just a few minutes more.”

His nose pushed the bottom of her leotard out of the way once more, and he couldn’t help the low groan that came out of him as he saw her heated sex up close, pink with how much attention it already received. His head leaned in, tongue darting out to start a slow, teasing flick on her clit.

 

[Xanaphia]

She let him take the lead, so caught up in her lust she forgot that he might need some more time to gather his energy. She just nodded along with him, kissing his neck as he tried to explain or direct her. She felt such powerful lust for him now, and every minute between now and when she would finally feel him inside her felt like a hour. She licked his finger when he offered it, then sucked it down, giving him a bit of a hint of the other talents her body was capable of.

She sat on the edge of desk, her legs spread as wide as she could, which was pretty far, the flexible little minx she was. Her clothing was pushed aside with his nose, revealing the wet and anticipating slit. She leaned back, resting her hands behind her, while he got to work, teasing her with his tongue. As the warm wet organ made contact with her sensitive nub, she cried out, squeezing his head between her legs in excitement. She squirmed and bucked against him, entreating him to further action, shuddering powerfully against every lick. She fondled her own breasts once more, teasing herself to his rhythm. She wondered if he intended to bring her yet another release, and how much longer she could keep going.

 

[Raziel99]

William was talented in his work, and he was immediately rewarded for his efforts with her movements. His hands held her with arms wrapped around her thighs, just so she couldn’t squeeze his head off with the strength he felt in her legs. Strength he was sure he would feel soon enough. His tongue moved deftly against her nub, flicking and rubbing in all the ways he knew to set her off, closer and closer to her own orgasm. He noticed her playing with her breasts, and his mind entered hers, giving a strict command there as his own mouth was occupied.

You no longer can touch yourself without my permission. My wrath can be terrible.

His tongue worked magic until he felt her orgasm,, hot juices easily sliding into his mouth, a sound of contentment as he swallowed it down. For a moment her sucking on his finger entered his mind, sending a shiver down his body to his erect length, but he shook it off. Later. For now, he had something far better. He stood fully, positioned perfectly with her. His hand opened his robes, pushing his pants down to have his length open for her eyes. He moved in, his lips finding hers, her taste lingering in his mouth. He found her entrance with his tip easily, and he teased along it, sliding up to her clit and back down to it before surging into her, burying to the hilt, just like she wanted.

 

[Xanaphia]

She lied on the desk, rocked by the third powerful orgasm in such a short time. Her mind and body were working on overdrive now, overcome by overwhelming sensations. She was taken into an kiss, this one marked by her own juices on his lips, the proof of her arousal. She kissed him hungrily, her lust overpowering any other feeling or self control. She knew then that her desire would control her until she would pass out from exhausting pleasure.

She wiggling against his teasing cock, quite eager to feel it inside. It wasn't that long, but it felt like an eternity, as his tip rubbed the moist outer lips. When he slid it past the opening, she cried out, calling his name with such passion. Their hips connecting, the sound of their lovemaking echoing in the empty room. What a concert of ecstasy, their combined moaning against the slapping of skin together. Her legs were wrapping around him again, keeping him close to her as he built up friction between them. She moved her own hips in rhythm, wanting to feel him reach climax while he was sheathed within her moist walls. She craved how the hot seed would feel as it were pumping into her hungry cunt.