Madam Mim
One Big Modern Mess
- Joined
- May 30, 2013
Jenny arched her back, crying out as Onontio lifted her off the bed entirely. Her nails dragged from his shoulders down his chest, leaving angry red streaks against his skin as she lost her grip and opted to brace herself backwards against his knees instead. He pulsed inside her, emptying himself as they cried out together in mutual ecstasy the likes of which she hadn't felt for decades. He sagged into the bed and she felt stable enough to lean over him again, grinning.
"That," he breathed, "was incredible."
"It was more than incredible." Jenny leaned down, cupping his face with both hands and kissing him hard.
This was not like China. Well, China didn't count, but even if it did, this was not that. Some deep part of Jenny knew she should feel guilty, should be crying, should be running away in shame like she did in China. Instead she felt invigorated, she felt more alive than she had in years. As she knelt, straddling the handsome Indian still hilt-deep inside her, she felt renewed. Like everything was brighter and more saturated, that the monotony of her immortality had been lifted.
Guilt was for the sun and the fresh air. Here in the close darkness of the longhouse, in Onontio's arms, she had no regrets.
Instead she traced kisses over his face, down his neck, across his chest, gently moving on him as she recovered from the powerful orgasm. "I want you," she murmured against his skin. "I want you so badly, Onontio. I want to go again," she moved her hips forward gently, pressing him deeper inside her once more, "and again," she thrust again, placing another warm kiss on his throat, "and again." Gently her inner walls squeezed his shaft. She moaned softly and pressed her teeth against the flesh of his collarbone. "And you know what else?" She grinned and leaned up so that her lips brushed against his ear when she whispered, "I want to do it all again tomorrow." She placed a gentle kiss behind his ear. "And the day after that."
It was a relief to at long last be honest with herself about what she felt. What she wanted. Who she wanted it from. She had never even been honest with herself about Ion, not like this. Not aloud, outside the confines of her own thoughts. Not where God could hear them. Then a traitor thought whispered in the deepest recesses of her brain,
What God?
~*~
"Like a common dockyard whore."
Aurinda didn't even mind the contempt and mockery in his voice. "Like anything you want," she moaned, complying eagerly as he pushed her head lower and her ass higher. She clenched in anticipation as she felt his head slide over her slick lips, gripping the sheets with a groan. With a single thrust he pushed deep inside her, pulling a ragged cry from her lips even as he grunted in triumph. John demanded to know whether she liked it and all she could manage was a deep moan as she gripped the sheets harder, pressing her ass back against him.
The sudden sting on her rear caused her to yelp, but she couldn't help but giggle after. With a tug on her hair and another slap he demanded that she answer him. "You tell me how much you like this thick dick," he growled.
"More than anything in the world," Aurinda moaned, moving her hips back to meet him. "Fuck...Jack I love the way your cock feels inside me." She bit her lip and made a small noise as he dragged her up onto her knees, forcing his tongue between her lips. Her hands moved back, bracing herself on his hips as he thrust inside her while they knelt there, chest-to-back. The tattoos spidering up Jack's arms, she would later reflect, might add some credence to their little game. But she wasn't concerned about tattoos as he demanded once again to be told how much she enjoyed being fucked like a cheap whore. She moaned against his lips, gripping his hips to pull him harder against her as she craned her neck to kiss him desperately.
"I love being fucked like a cheap whore," she echoed, her lips brushing his. "I love the way you pound me with your thick cock...mmmm...and the feeling of you inside me." Her teeth grazed his bottom lip and her nails bit gently into his skin. "Fuck me harder, Jack. Make me scream like a cheap whore..."
"That," he breathed, "was incredible."
"It was more than incredible." Jenny leaned down, cupping his face with both hands and kissing him hard.
This was not like China. Well, China didn't count, but even if it did, this was not that. Some deep part of Jenny knew she should feel guilty, should be crying, should be running away in shame like she did in China. Instead she felt invigorated, she felt more alive than she had in years. As she knelt, straddling the handsome Indian still hilt-deep inside her, she felt renewed. Like everything was brighter and more saturated, that the monotony of her immortality had been lifted.
Guilt was for the sun and the fresh air. Here in the close darkness of the longhouse, in Onontio's arms, she had no regrets.
Instead she traced kisses over his face, down his neck, across his chest, gently moving on him as she recovered from the powerful orgasm. "I want you," she murmured against his skin. "I want you so badly, Onontio. I want to go again," she moved her hips forward gently, pressing him deeper inside her once more, "and again," she thrust again, placing another warm kiss on his throat, "and again." Gently her inner walls squeezed his shaft. She moaned softly and pressed her teeth against the flesh of his collarbone. "And you know what else?" She grinned and leaned up so that her lips brushed against his ear when she whispered, "I want to do it all again tomorrow." She placed a gentle kiss behind his ear. "And the day after that."
It was a relief to at long last be honest with herself about what she felt. What she wanted. Who she wanted it from. She had never even been honest with herself about Ion, not like this. Not aloud, outside the confines of her own thoughts. Not where God could hear them. Then a traitor thought whispered in the deepest recesses of her brain,
What God?
~*~
"Like a common dockyard whore."
Aurinda didn't even mind the contempt and mockery in his voice. "Like anything you want," she moaned, complying eagerly as he pushed her head lower and her ass higher. She clenched in anticipation as she felt his head slide over her slick lips, gripping the sheets with a groan. With a single thrust he pushed deep inside her, pulling a ragged cry from her lips even as he grunted in triumph. John demanded to know whether she liked it and all she could manage was a deep moan as she gripped the sheets harder, pressing her ass back against him.
The sudden sting on her rear caused her to yelp, but she couldn't help but giggle after. With a tug on her hair and another slap he demanded that she answer him. "You tell me how much you like this thick dick," he growled.
"More than anything in the world," Aurinda moaned, moving her hips back to meet him. "Fuck...Jack I love the way your cock feels inside me." She bit her lip and made a small noise as he dragged her up onto her knees, forcing his tongue between her lips. Her hands moved back, bracing herself on his hips as he thrust inside her while they knelt there, chest-to-back. The tattoos spidering up Jack's arms, she would later reflect, might add some credence to their little game. But she wasn't concerned about tattoos as he demanded once again to be told how much she enjoyed being fucked like a cheap whore. She moaned against his lips, gripping his hips to pull him harder against her as she craned her neck to kiss him desperately.
"I love being fucked like a cheap whore," she echoed, her lips brushing his. "I love the way you pound me with your thick cock...mmmm...and the feeling of you inside me." Her teeth grazed his bottom lip and her nails bit gently into his skin. "Fuck me harder, Jack. Make me scream like a cheap whore..."