New Queen // {BearXBarker}

[Barker]

Not much was said between the couple, what more can be discussed after over a millennium of union? It was their dedication to the job that drove them. At a time, long ago, when succubus had no lord and they were free to roam the world, there, a spark of some emotion formed. But the weight of their responsibility did much to dull it. It happened abruptly and to Aaron, without warning. After delegating the next day’s duties to their awaiting subjects, she just stood up. Quietly and with a confidence Aaron forget, she approached him, bent over, and gently kissed him before whispering. “It’s been fun”

He didn’t truly understand what was going on at the time, his emotions dulled through the years, but he remembered that kiss, his last taste of her. It didn’t take long of the Kingdom around Aaron to explode in an uproar, after pleasure spreading rumors is the next greatest job of a succubus. It was at this moment that a spark of humanity was lit as hearing her name day in and out grew too much for him, and her name became banned. Everything that had her essence was removed, from her things to her hair style. Without much warning, he would flare up in an unprovoked rage and the kingdom grew darker and more rigid.

It didn’t take long for her essence to be brought back up in his existence in the form of a letter. In it a much older version of his ex-wife wrote him of her experiences. How it felt to be mortal and live day after day unsure of the upcoming events. The thrill of working, love, motherhood, lost, and the acceptance of her upcoming death. She wasn’t upset at her decision to live this life, but she was also regretful that she had to leave him behind. And in the last line she wished for him to also walk along earth once again, and never let being a God take away what she loved the most about him.

She left him for a life no longer then blink in the eyes of Gods, and he understood. Once again at the end she did much to help him. Quickly after the letter his rage subsided replaced with a new purpose to find her replacement. To find someone who could wake him from monotony his life had become.
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Blood pumped through his veins as he pushed him forward through the city streets. It had been almost a half of a year since he selected to travel among mortals and not one second had gone by that made him regret that decision. His eyes races finding gaps between the oncoming traffic of bodies that blocked his path. Only occasionally did he glace back to see the pair of angry faces close behind him desperate to grab a hold of him. These feelings of panic and excitement had been a constant addiction of his since he arrived to this mortal plane. In fact, the only other time he could remember feeling so alive and enthralled was before the crown. These where great memories to him.

He swung his body sharply through an opening in the crowd ducking low to confused his pursuers. Bringing his arms in he held the large sack of potatoes close to his chest before taking off again his blond hair blowing in the hot summer air. It had been a while since he had even thought of returning. While he indeed knew that this “Break” would end soon he couldn’t seem to put in effort into completing why he came here. To be his Queen, she must be well versed with the flesh and all the pleasures that came with it, which is why at first, he would visit every brothel in his path. Every person who caught his attention he would attempt to make a connection with, but it always fell short, and after a while he just stopped trying.

“There”. He screamed out in his head as he saw the opening of an alley way quickly approaching. In a swift motion, he made for the opening slinging the bag in ahead of him. Once he was comfortably covered in darkness he swung around getting in front of the sack and leaning against one wall. He kept his eyes sharply on the crowd making sure to note when one of the market stands employees passed him. He stood there silent and diligent for about a minute before he decided he was in the clear. With a soft sigh, he relaxed running his hand through his wet hair contemplating his next course of action.

“I think the little shit ducked down hair” roared a voice which quickly burden Aaron with panic. Before any action could be done the scrunched up in anger face of a market employer paired into the alley. Aaron froze as hope fell from him, but only for a second until realization sat in. This employee was looking for a small white child around the age of thirteen with dirty blonde hair, not the black mid twenty’s man with long thick dreads that was now in front of him. With a quick scan the employee was gone and Aaron erupted in laughter before falling to sit on the sack of potatoes. It was just So easy… While Aaron was on this plane he did take a more moral appearance, however he could keep a small amount of his previous powers, and one of those was changing his appearance. While he was a king he was still at heart a succubus and so trickery was still apart of him.

Plus, after so long he remembered, Fucking with Humans is fun.

 

[HeyThereLittleBear]

"Your skin reminds me," He placed kisses slow down her shoulder as his hand slid down her arm, "Of brown sugar," He continued, kissing outwards before he moved back in. His other hand grasped her long hair and let his fingers slide through, admiring how it shone like dark silk. "You're just as sweet." He offered the compliment, but she could only provide a soft wan smile. He was the fourth suitor that had called upon her, and the fourth that had haggled with the price as if she wasn't worth what he was expected to pay. But here he was, fawning over her as if she were a goddess.

Samaira turned her head towards him and let a coy smile play onto her lips as she purred, "Why don't you see how sweet I am on the inside?" She teased, grabbing the hand that was sliding down her limb and guiding it to her breast, encouraging him to fondle her breast harshly. "I think you would like it." She assured, able to feel his growing erection behind her as he pulled her body back against his own. His skin felt sweaty already and her stomach rolled.

He pushed her forward rather unceremoniously and forced her onto her knees, pulling at the elegant dresses that she wore. He hiked her skirt up to over her hips and tossed them over her head, because this wasn't the moment he wanted to admire her beauty. His fingers moved now between her thighs and softly stroked her lips, suddenly shoving his middle finger up harshly into her sex. "Ohhh, so wet." He growled back to her as he used his free hand unbuckle his pants, his pointer finger pressing gently against the puckered ring of her ass.

"Tell me you want it."

It was a command, and like all others she knew the words and she pressed her hips back towards him, flexing her rear so that her rump looked rounder for him, "Ohh, please. I want it so bad," She begged, her voice hiding the fact her face was as blank as could be. It was enough to stroke his ego into a burning flame and he pushed his digit into her tight rear. Her nose scrunched but she adjusted to it, letting out a low moan of faked ecstacy.

"Mmm, more. I want you." She begged from beneath the cloak of her own skirts, her body pressing back into his invading fingers as he started to work them in and out of her holes. It wasn't sensual to be 'pleasured' this way, but she moaned as if he were driving her wild. The moment lingered and she feared that he would drag every minute of this out, but she finally felt his fingers leave and the head of his short cock press against her ass.

"Good girl," He talked to her like she was a dog, grabbing her hips as he shoved his pitiful length into her without any preparation. She groaned, a noise that wasn't faked. It hurt, but she pretended to enjoy it. He didn't last long. Four, possibly five thrusts, before he let out a gasp and fell limp above her, hugging her hips as his cock emptied itself into her. She could feel it as he slid out, her nose wrinkling. "Oh, sugar," He was back to the kinder version, caressing the back of her thighs as he watched his seed spill slowly out of her hole, "You're too sweet for me."

He left before she'd even gotten her skirts back down, shoving his cock swiflty back into his pants as he left the room. And like all others, she didn't miss him when he was gone. Her body ached but she was used to that. Samaira gathered up her money from her hidden stash and cleaned herself up before she left, heading out into the dirty streets that she worked at night.

At nineteen, Samaira was a girl that had grown up too fast. She'd been a beauty as a child, her skin a golden-brown and her eyes as dark as chocolate. She had been once the pride of her village, because beauty like hers was rare in a place rampant with sickness. Her parents had been poor, so much that they couldn't feed her. At barely sixteen, they'd sold her to a man that had promised to put clothes on her back and keep food in her mouth.

And he'd kept his promise.

The only catch was that she'd been forced to service him in lonely nights. Then his friends.Then strangers. The names started to blur together and she'd long lost count. She'd lost her care. The sex was great, but her life had become an endless cycle of men that cared nothing for her. She couldn't even remember where they'd been since he'd stolen her from India.

Samaira didn't let those thoughts linger. Instead, she let herself enjoy small treasures - such as fine silk headdresses and pretty skirts. She turned down an alley that was one street away from her most favored vendor when she saw a young boy skirt into it, a bag of potatoes in his arms. She paused in her tracks, watching as he hid himself against the wall. Men came, searching, but left.

Her eyes must have been playing tricks on her... They must have been, because it wasn't the skinny and small boy anymore that stepped away from a hiding spot, but a man that looked strong and handsome, his thick locks hanging around a chiseled face.

This couldn't be possible.

"I.... How... How did you do that?" She whispered, her voice trembling as she tried to make sense of it all.

 

[Barker]

As Aaron sat on the bag of potatoes he allowed himself the luxury of enjoying his conquest, an act cut short by Samira’s voice. Instead of enjoyment a harsh feeling of tension washed over him forcing him to face where the whisper originated from. In a flash, his light brown eyes locked on to hers and for just a moment he was lost in them. Pulling himself back to his situation he took in her entire form admiring it, but also analyzing just what seemed to be happening. She didn’t look like any of the employees from the vendor and that fact greatly reduced the grip that his tension had around him.

If this was just an ordinary person who saw him, he always had the option of just running away down the alley way, probably losing them in the many turns and abandon houses that littered this district of the city. Her words on what she saw here would never be taken seriously and might even lead her in more trouble than if she just said nothing at all. Yet, she wasn’t ordinary. Just looking at her could tell him that. It wasn’t just her physical appearance, which was indeed nice, but the essence of lust that emitted from her. It was dulled and twisted, but at the same time deep and intense. Even in this moment as Arron attempted to leave his responsibilities behind he was still the King of Lust and knowing a grand succubus in waiting was second nature to him. The smart action would have been to run, but after seeing her such a choice was impossible to take.
“Excuse. me?” he replied back in a whisper as fear and tension leaving him, replaced by intrigue. Calmly he stood from the sack of potatoes standing at 6’4 once fully up his posture erect and imposing. Pulling himself from the shadows of the alley his long jet-black dreads could clearly be seen shining brilliantly in the afternoon sun. They were tied back tightly revealing slight glimpses of scalp. Each tip of his dreads was a light brown giving his hair a type of symmetry as it hung down to the middle of his back. His skin was a dark brown given a rather alluring lustier from the shine of sun.

Samira had in no fault of her own found herself engulfed in Aarons desire as the world around them started to peel away. “Sorry, I didn’t hear you.” his whispers in Samira’s head should have been overwhelming, over taking even the sound of her own heart. As he approached her the sensation would increase, all pain and inhabitations slowly releasing their grip on her. It was him and her and nothing else this was what standing in front of a God felt like to a moral. “Are you talking to me?” he continues a sly grin crossing his face as he did. At the moment, he forgot why he was here seeing her as just another succubus whose inner self just needed to be released. Most would feel an immediate attraction to him and as he approached them it would only increase until it became unbearable. To many it only took a touch from Arron to force them to leave the mortal world and join him as a succubus.

Abruptly he stopped himself standing now only a few feet away from Samira remembering he was not at King at this time. He moved backwards quickly knowing soon the effects he put her under would start to wear off. “Because I wasn’t too sure because of all the people around, but you were looking right at me... so...” he lied trying to pull himself from this situation. Quickly he tried to get away from her hoping to be out of sight before she fully came to her senses grabbing the bag of potatoes as he did.

 

[HeyThereLittleBear]

The way the man moved reminded her of a cat on the prowl, each step taken deliberately and each move cautious, his body swaying with his movements just slightly. His skin looked like he was carved of the finest stones, everything about him hard angles and alluring. She felt an urge then, so foreign to her that she knew it wasn’t her own. She wanted desperately to reach out and touch him, let her fingertips brush down his chest and over his hips before she gave herself over to him completely. She found herself imagining what it would look like if she removed his clothing here in the alleyway, letting her lips trail down every inch of him as she--

She was fantasizing and her sex was growing wet, her eyes blinking slow.

Samaira pulled herself from those thoughts, but they had already left their mark on her. She moved towards him as he started to move away, her own hips finding a sway of their own. Previously, she’d been moving in a way that screamed she didn’t want to be noticed, with her small and quick steps and stiff posture. But now, her hips swayed and her back was straight, letting her breasts round out the bodice of her dress as she closed space between herself and the man that looked as if he was made of the most deliciously forbidden candies.

“Wait--” She had to move quickly or she would lose him in the crowd, and so she did the only thing she could think of. Her feet were quick as she closed the space between them, twisting herself around almost as if she were dancing, her eyes coming to meet his again. She was breathless, speechless even. But her mind finally struggled after floundering around for words that were in a language he spoke. “I was speaking to you,” She told him, her hand still gripping his wrist tight. It felt like electricity was running through them, her body throbbing now with a need to feel him touch her, a feeling that she hadn’t experienced since she was a young girl and making love for the first time.

It was hard to think with this in her head, but she pushed past it. “I saw you,” She stated, but that much was obvious, “You were a boy. I saw you change into a man.” She added, though the scene still didn’t make much sense in her head. She closed her eyes for a moment to find focus, but it was hard. Images passed before her of the men she’d first had sex with. They’d been sensual and soft with her, fucking her slow and tenderly as she lay a moaning, needy thing beneath them. It had been all pleasure in the beginning and she’d loved every minute of it. It had been an addiction she’d been willing to feed, if it meant that she had food in her belly and clothes on her back. When she opened her eyes, they were burning with desire, her teeth biting her lip tenderly.

“What are you?”

 

[Barker]

Her trembling body spoke volumes to Aaron, informing him that she was desperately trying not to get lost in the sea of lust many others had. Tightly her hands held against his waist keeping him from moving, but they were unnecessary, because the desperate look on her face had already done that. Glaring down into her dark eyes he could see glimpses of her fantasies and memories taking note of them with grand pleasure. For a few seconds, he remained silent savoring her look of desperation and growing lust like a sommelier with a fine glass of wine. With her being so close it him It was easy to see why such a lovely specimen was prized by many of her partners. It took an actual effort to not bend to Samaria’s fantasy and pry deeply into her awaiting sex with his own allowing all to see he writhe in pleasure.

“Your rather persistent, aren’t you?” as he spoke the urge to hide himself left, replaced with one that only wanted to see her as a mess before him. “Fine.” He sighed softly breaking their eye contact to take note of where in the city they were. “But not here. I am already running a little late and I am sure they will have my head for such insolence.” Once he could come up with a route to his next destination his attention and eye contact was once more on her. His free hand approached her face slowly holding with it all the lust and power it had over her as before. “For right now I need you to just follow me just for a while. After that...” Very slowly and delicately Aaron pushed a few loose strands of hair back under her headdress not allowing himself to give her the skin on skin touch she was desiring.

“I will answer both of you questions and desires until your completely satisfied. Will that be ok with you?” His large fingers moved from her face slowly almost brushing against her lips as he did. They started to travel down her body always less than an inch from actual touching her before it found its home at her waist. His slow and methodical approach changed at this point as he quickly grabbed a hold of her his fingers almost digging into her clothing and her skin as he did.

Forcefully he drew her near pressing her breast against his chest before his lips abruptly contacted hers. Taking advantage of her soft panting, his tongue slipped passed her lips before curling itself around her own. While the kiss started out forceful it grew softly as time went by always allowing her the option of ether pressing into it or moving away. As they kissed the flood out countless other kisses crashed down on Samaira accompanied with the many other sensations she was also feeling at the time of the kisses. From the romantic lover who held her tightly as he plugged his tongue and himself desperately into her growing more engorged as he neared climax. To the soft peck on the lips as a more aggressive partner finally pulled himself from her his seed slowly dripping from her tender sex. Each touch, throb and other great sensation stayed with her while they kiss.
Pulling back after a minute Aaron noticed the many passersby’s who were now looking down the alley at the two of them. “So, will you follow me for your answer?” His lips where shaped into a sly grin as he looked down at her taking great pleasure as he continued to mess with her.

 

[HeyThereLittleBear]

Samaira wasn't sure what was worse - being so close to him and not touching him or him finally touching her but only briefly. His fingers felt like they burned trails on her skin as he tucked away stray hairs beneath her head dress. She hadn't even been aware they'd fallen loose but she couldn't have cared right now. She was spellbound by him, not by just his looks but by something she couldn't quite place. Her body felt more alive than it had in the past few years and she desperately wanted to make love to him, publicly, in this filthy alley way.

He seemed to know the desires that passed through her head though she wouldn't dare voice them, even being the whore that she was. His voice made her want to lean in and feel the way his lips worked against his own and the fantasies of that honey tongue between her thighs nearly drove her wild. Even for a creature born of lust and human need, she had never felt like this towards a man before. If she'd thought once about not following him, it was sealed as his lips finally captured hers in a moment of sudden passion.

There was no resistance to her as the burning coals in her heart burst to vibrant flames, her hands suddenly hungry on him as she pulled him in closer to her and her tongue danced with his. His mouth tasted like foreign spices of a land she'd never known and she was hungry for him as if she hadn't eaten in weeks and he was the finest delicacy. Her sex responded with eager delight for such an intimate moment and for a moment she could dimly feel the distant memories of orgasms long since had, her body clenching as she fought a moan that lingered in her throat.

Her eyes were distant as he pulled away from the kiss, her lips wanting more and body almost brazen enough to attempt to take it from him. But no, this wasn't the place and the people were now starting to stare at the two of them. It wasn't a secret of what her trade was and this would be bad for business to be seen giving away her goods for free to a man such as him, tempting though he may be. "I," She stammered for words, trying to find sense of anything in her suddenly swirling world, her eyes moving from the on-lookers before she turned her full attention back to him. There was no denying him. There was no fighting the passion still left to be explored and the depths of pleasures she wanted to go with him.

"Yes. I will follow."

 

[Barker]

“Then it has been decided” Aaron declared as a sense of triumph rushing through him. Not only was he able to achieve his goal of “commandeering” the sack of potatoes, but also it seemed he found a rather interesting plaything. Whilst this was certainly not his first attempt at manipulating an individual since he returned to this realm of mortals her actions where rather abnormal. Most would have found him overwhelming unable to handle him for long, but she was still holding it together. How much of this could she take? What would she look like once she was finally lost in the endless embrace of lust? For the first time in centuries, Aaron started to fantasies about her sounds, looks, and feel.

With a soft sigh, he recollected himself, adjusting the sack on his shoulder to get a better grip on it. It was now only a matter of time before he could feast, but for now, he would have to be satisfied with teasing her.

“If we go through this backstreet we should come to the first gathering near the west side market.” As he spoke his free hand mimed the path that they would have to take. “And.. oh wait.. I never did get your name.” The realization hit him like a wall. He allowed himself to get so wrapped up in his teasing that he forgot such a simple greeting. “While you must wait for the what, as for whom. My name is Aaron. I am new here. And you are…” his question was emphasized with an extended hand promising the pleasures it gave her from before. This would be their first greeting, under the blazing afternoon sun in the middle of the now bustling city streets. Both of them hot, their minds filed with anticipation of what was to come. Exchanging names, which to these two seasoned whores, meant little more than formality.

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It took them a few hours before the task was finished Aaron celebrating this fact by tossing the empty sack at the cities water well in victory. His legs burning as the constant walking from one location to another started to catch up with him. When he first came to this world he was without clothing money or even much knowledge of the location, but it was citizens with the less who helped him out. Giving him clothes and showing him ways to make a quick amount of coin. While not much he felt it his duty to provide for them when he can but finding them wasn’t always easy. Yet, having Samaira made the task at least enjoyable.

Moments like this he yearned to be his true self so that these annoying human afflictions like tiredness and constant assault from the sun wouldn’t be an issue. Yet, while this act of goodness came at a price he also did give him a chance to find out more on Samaira through stories told to him by his acquaintances and friends. While her being a whore didn’t come to as a shock to him what did was a number of people who seemed to have known about it. As they traveled the streets many eyes seemed to lock on her filled with an air of familiarity. She has been around and yet there seemed to be a slight bit of bitterness in which he could not put his finger on.

As they neared the water well Aaron finally released Samaria’s hand putting an end to the constant stream of sexual stimulation that rain through her body the last few hours. He may have gone a bit far with this one. Leaving her he approached the well excited to finally wash the sweat and grind of the city from him. After a few yanks of the rope he retrieved the wooden bucket the water inside being welcomed sight for him. Few people were walking around the area as the sun started to settle into the horizon bringing with it the cool night air. Taking this as an opportunity he wrestled with his shirt peeling it off of him his sweat making it a slightly difficult task.

As he struggled to free himself from his shirt his abs remained in view for all to see. His body was a dark creamy brown the sweat traveling down it giving a bright luster appearance. Twisting his abdominal muscles his ribs could be seen periodically as his chest and finally, his head became free. Tossing the shirt off the floor he grabbed the bucket and poured the cool water over himself spilling much of it on the floor the feeling of relief being foremost on his mind. Each drop of water traveled down his body almost caressing him as it traveled each crack of his muscular figure. While not purposely he was putting on quite a show for anyone willing to watch. Once the bucket was empty he once again set it down before pulling at the ropes a task he was now fully familiar with. With each tug, his muscles worked twisting and contracting as he pulled his long dreads still wet from sweat swayed in the cooling air. Bringing up another bucket he started to focus on his hair the feeling of his fingers running against his scalp always a blight to him. This same feeling brought his mind back to Samaria. Holding the now half full bucket he gestured towards it his face, chest, and hair still dripping with water. “Want to give it a shot”

 

[HeyThereLittleBear]

This man that was not a man was quite a confusion creature, she decided, as he worked his way through the formalities of coming to know her. It was almost a strange question for him to ask her name when there was so much more to be said between them, but also a bit of familiarity in the way they were supposed to act. She’d kissed him but didn’t even know his name, and he’d desired her without knowing hers. She didn’t dwell on it, but instead offered him a soft and rather coy smile that was typically reserved for her high-paying customers.

“I am Samaira. It is a pleasure, Aaron.” If he wanted to go through formalities, she would be formal. There was nothing formal about the rest of things. His hand took hers and she was alive once again as he lead her away, through the hot sun of the day and clearing her mind of everything she’d been planning for her day. Typically, she refused to travel far from her brothel for fear of molestation from the hungry hands of man, but there was something about him that made her trust him without a doubt.

His touch drove her wild and just the warmth of his hand was enough that the images of her hundreds of encounters over the years filtered back through. Every passionate kiss and soft lingering touch on her skin, every gentle moan and deep thrust. She felt her holes filled again and again with the ghosts of her past and she was trapped in those moments in ecstasy, not quite experiencing anything but definitely not experiencing nothing. She was a sailor lost at sea and he was curiously watching her drift.

The torment didn’t end until his hand released hers and she was brought rushing back to the present, breathless and wiping away sweat from her face. He seemed equally exhausted, but at the same time invigorated. She was silent as he stripped himself of his shirt, her teeth biting into her lip as she examined his nude torso. He looked to be sculpted of the earth itself and she wanted to touch him again, to remove his trousers and fill her mouth with his cock…

Her mind was still wandering down the pathway of sucking him into satisfaction when he offered the half-full bucket to her, his body dripping with water. “Please.” She offered a small smile and took it, tilting it back over her head. Even in this heat she did not remove her headdress, but let it be plastered against her skin as the water soaked her. It made her clothes cool and the breeze amplified everything, her eyes closing in a moment of serenity. Samaira didn’t bask in it, but instead turned her attention back to Aaron.

“Will you answer my question now, Aaron?”

 

[Barker]

Samaira’s words brought a genuine look of surprise to Aaron’s face before it became distorted by an outburst of laughter. “Hours!” the word seemed almost forced out in the mist of his outburst. “I had you go through pleasures and experiences of your past for hours and yet you walk and talk like you were just in a slight jog.” As he finished his taught he started to take more control over his emotions. His laughter moved from a childish outburst to a rather soft chuckle in moments. “What I meant to say was I was impressed. Most would be a wordless pile of sexual mess, but here you are still pondering about this mysterious stranger.” Silence followed his words as he took his time looking away from here to the town square that surrounded them.

“I am a whore. Just like you...” a slight pause interrupted his words before he turned to face be leaving only inches to separate them. “Well, a higher level, but same job.” He continued resting up against the brick well, but keeping her close. As he spoke he remained in hush tones ether though the square held no other visitors. “I have many names for myself, but for brevity sake, let use “King of Succubus!”” His eyes remained trained on her curious about her reaction. “It is a way more grandiose title then Aaron the God of Pimps.” He lamented before turning away from Samaira and resuming his lean against the well. It felt good for Aaron to let this out finally, but also something about this one. “It is my duty to provide my staff’s and myself services to those chosen by my other fellow Gods… I mean there is more, but that is the basics. When it comes to pleasure and desires that is my domain.” As he finished his body seemed to straighten up as if a burden had been lifted.

“And with that I feel I have answered your question.” Slowly he stood up tall the droplets of water still traveling down the small of his back. In an instant he swung around boxing Samaira in his arms on either side of her. The maneuver was animalistic as his body slammed against hers pinning her against the well. “Now..” his words came out deeper than before. “I must ask that you do not tell anyone about this secret of mine. And in return I will pay you in what a whore does best.” His breath ran against the side of her neck as he talked. He kept pressing his large frame against hers his desires now left bear. “I want to ravish you. And you want to be ravish.” His dreads laid in her face feeling her nose with a rather sweet scent but just she would get used to it he moved his head back pulling her away from it. “So what do you say we cut loose and have a good time? Away from your pimp where I and bribe you in peace?”

 

[HeyThereLittleBear]

Aaron’s outburst made her draw back in a mix of confusion and bewilderment, her eyes searching him as he spoke what made little sense to her. Yes, she’d spent the last few hours with her head dreaming of every lustful touch she’d ever experienced but that was nothing compared to the feeling she had when his hands were on her. If there was anything that would turn her into a puddle of lustful need at his feet it would be to feel his velvet lips against her own and have the heat of his tongue in her mouth, their bodies harmonious in their craving of each other and their desperate need to take and give all that they could. Her confusion settled slowly into cautious suspicion, because though he set her on fire on the inside in a way no other man had done before, she had seen magics that her mind couldn’t explain.

‘Whore’. She despised that word but coming from his lips it didn’t seem as much an insult as it was a title. It was true, she supposed, that she was a whore by trade, but she had only turned her hobby into something that would put food in her belly. She could lay with men nightly and let their cocks fill her simply for the pleasure of it all but that would require her to actually put her hands to use for something besides guiding a man into one of her eager holes.

“Fair enough.” His answer wasn’t enough to sate the burning curiosity but it was enough she could focus on other things, like watching the way his body moved. He was a piece of living artwork and she admired the way he presented himself. Her body hungered for him even now, and in the moment in which he trapped her against the well, her burning desire burst back into open flames. She knew she should have shown restraint but there was no stopping the hungry need that rose in her as her lips crashed against his, the sweet smell of his hair filling her mind with the musky smell of his body. She wanted him - needed him - to take her. Now. Her pleasures had to be quelled and her desire could stand at bay no longer.

 

[Barker]

As they stood their staring longingly at each other, Aaron could feel a slight tug. At first he tried to ignore it more interest in his teasing of the young prostitute, but soon it became unavoidable. It was coming from Samaira and while not physical it was still strong. Her desire for him almost flowed from her drowning him in her lust and anticipation. Soon everything seemed to fade in a hazy shade of white except for her the center of his own desires. Her body was crying for his touch a plea that even a God couldn’t leave unanswered. Without hesitation Aaron’s hand latched strongly against her throat sending the same waves of pleasure coursing through her body like a shock of electricity. Noises started to sound more distant to Aaron becoming drowned out by Samaira’ heart bet and struggling gasps for breath.

Her lips met his harshly as his tongue aggressively entangled with hers. There they stood in a tight embrace visible for any passerby to see for minutes. As each second passed his grip would tighten allowing less and less air into her throat as he kept savoring the taste of her lips. Pulling back slowly he bite on her bottom lip harshly before finally parting away. Looking down at her his eyes which where once friendly and inviting now was cold and where cold and focused. The hand griping onto her throat tilted her head upward to keep eye contact between the two so he could watch her face twist and react to his actions. “You feel that don’t you?” His words remained low and deep ask he took his time with each word. “As if you’re floating... I wonder how many of your other clients brought you to this point.” Breathing was now almost imposable forcing her to make due with the little air already in her lungs. “It must make your heart flutter when they do” he continued watching her body twist and jerk under his own. Once she reached her limit he rewarded her with a long sensual kiss. Only after the kiss was his grip loosen but his hand remained around her neck.

“It must make your head go blank.” As the air was sucked into her lungs he started talking again watching her closely. Slowly his other hand moved to her stomach placing his middle finger right above her belly button against her dress. A small amount of heat could be felt from his touch as his finger traveled up her body. Inch my inch her top started to rip away following the path of his fingers reveling her smooth brown skin underneath. “What an alluring body” he complemented her before fingers around her neck starting to tighten once again. “I will devour it until nothing is left.”. The finger between her chests finally met the tip of her shirt severing it allowing it to open and exposed her nude body underneath. Holding her up against the well he exposed her breast to the cool air his mind much too focused on her to care about his surroundings.

Once again her ability to breathe in was taken from her as his grip tightened. Swiftly his hand slapped against her left breast a few times before grabbing tightly on it his nails pressing into her skin. As he did his body maneuvered against hers harshly as his leg forced itself between hers pressing firmly against her mound. “Suck on it” he commanded before sticking out his tongue only inches away from her mouth. His hand remained tighten around her neck only to loosen after she had completed the task set on her to his satisfaction. He watched her eagerly his entire world now her.