SomethingEsoteric
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Sep 5, 2013
- Location
- Canada
All the while, while she wriggled her tongue inside the powerful woman atop her, searing pain aching deep in her shoulders and chest – she couldn’t help but be overpowered not only by her strength but the taste of her sex. Jo had lived her life in a direct, complete, equal and opposite direction to what she knew was god’s path for her before her soul became the devil’s to hold. Her life was freedom in sin, avaricious depravity, utter and total gluttonous lust till her cup runith over with suck sickening abandon any form of humanity deep within her would surely wretch, entirely aghast and appalled by her… what new sin could there be to rewrite her bottom? To rewrite the uttermost depths of depravity like her and her coven had done so many times over the countless years since conception… -well, in all her years, one sin not against humanity but rather, now, vampirism she’d never partaken in? –the deep musk of a moonborne’s sex. It was like nothing she’d experienced, raw and filthy in the most wonderful of ways, chagrined as she was to admit it – for someone so disagreeable to all this it seemed the more she was insulted and the more she was objectified, the harder this mutt rode her face hard and carelessly the more Jo responded, her lips sucking with loud obscene noises of slurps and moans.
It was more than just a new sin, it was like a new life unfurling before her, she could have compared it to one thousand unique and different pleasures she’d experienced over her years but to even begin would just remove due credit from those before – it was new and she just couldn’t have enough of it even as the strong sweaty but still sickly sweet nectar rolled down her tongue and to her throat, smeared her cheeks, nose, chin and throat thickly. When finally did the wolf reach her climax Jo felt a spurt of the scent and taste she’d been voraciously gorging upon gush from within Myra – splashing up from her lip across her nose even down her forehead and into her hair, she felt it collecting in her ear and plastering the side of her face and back of her head, she felt it pool in the crook of her neck and the strength of it was too much to bear!
As Myra mantled up and raised from her with her pants and groans, Jo began to choke and sputter on the overindulgence of succor to the point it felt like an addict must in the deathly throes of an overdose. It was all too much too fast, entirely drunk she became on the orgasm’s boon, eyes once again rolling into the back of her head, her tongue hanging out the side of her mouth, body twitching mindlessly as she groaned without the slightest of wherewithal. Panting and choking on the drug that was Myra’s cum Jo writhed beneath her for release till down came Myra’s second hole, the tight acrid pucker smearing across her lips and turning her stomach – lips clamping shut tight as she tried to will her eyes into cooperation rather than rolling frantically as the heat began to overcome her.
When Myra bit at her thigh she felt it, not only her teeth and the sharp pain but a terribly inagnorable burst of pleasure induced by the state of estrus she was in a spurt of her own cum coating the inside of her thigh, barely an orgasm but rather a sharp, premature cliff that sent her reeling before Myra went to work for real, both sucking and nibbling upon her clit which drove her wild while also smearing that filthy hole about her face – forced through strength, leverage and humiliation to insert her tongue into the wolve’s cunt was one thing, but her ass was another and she refused even in this near mindless state.
Even with the care to her lusting pussy and the finger wriggling tenuously… teasingly within her most desirable of holes Jo refused to do a thing, well, that may not have been entirely true – soon thereafter her head turning for a nip of her own, fangs tearing just the slightest of flesh, enough to draw blood but more to snatch attention than cause pain before she spat the file liquid out a small trail of rouge and sweat on the inside of Myra’s thigh closer to her rump than her knee but just the same as far from her taint as Jo could reach with this current range of motion “I will not!” She bellowed with her best most regal demand, even as her hips began to buck and roll erratically and her pants of pleasure persisted.
It was more than just a new sin, it was like a new life unfurling before her, she could have compared it to one thousand unique and different pleasures she’d experienced over her years but to even begin would just remove due credit from those before – it was new and she just couldn’t have enough of it even as the strong sweaty but still sickly sweet nectar rolled down her tongue and to her throat, smeared her cheeks, nose, chin and throat thickly. When finally did the wolf reach her climax Jo felt a spurt of the scent and taste she’d been voraciously gorging upon gush from within Myra – splashing up from her lip across her nose even down her forehead and into her hair, she felt it collecting in her ear and plastering the side of her face and back of her head, she felt it pool in the crook of her neck and the strength of it was too much to bear!
As Myra mantled up and raised from her with her pants and groans, Jo began to choke and sputter on the overindulgence of succor to the point it felt like an addict must in the deathly throes of an overdose. It was all too much too fast, entirely drunk she became on the orgasm’s boon, eyes once again rolling into the back of her head, her tongue hanging out the side of her mouth, body twitching mindlessly as she groaned without the slightest of wherewithal. Panting and choking on the drug that was Myra’s cum Jo writhed beneath her for release till down came Myra’s second hole, the tight acrid pucker smearing across her lips and turning her stomach – lips clamping shut tight as she tried to will her eyes into cooperation rather than rolling frantically as the heat began to overcome her.
When Myra bit at her thigh she felt it, not only her teeth and the sharp pain but a terribly inagnorable burst of pleasure induced by the state of estrus she was in a spurt of her own cum coating the inside of her thigh, barely an orgasm but rather a sharp, premature cliff that sent her reeling before Myra went to work for real, both sucking and nibbling upon her clit which drove her wild while also smearing that filthy hole about her face – forced through strength, leverage and humiliation to insert her tongue into the wolve’s cunt was one thing, but her ass was another and she refused even in this near mindless state.
Even with the care to her lusting pussy and the finger wriggling tenuously… teasingly within her most desirable of holes Jo refused to do a thing, well, that may not have been entirely true – soon thereafter her head turning for a nip of her own, fangs tearing just the slightest of flesh, enough to draw blood but more to snatch attention than cause pain before she spat the file liquid out a small trail of rouge and sweat on the inside of Myra’s thigh closer to her rump than her knee but just the same as far from her taint as Jo could reach with this current range of motion “I will not!” She bellowed with her best most regal demand, even as her hips began to buck and roll erratically and her pants of pleasure persisted.