Innocent Anathema
Captivate Me
- Joined
- Mar 6, 2018
- Location
- Far Side of the Moon
Mitsuko
She could barely think as her thoughts were bound up in the coils of pleasure coiling tighter within her body. Yet, her mouth found his, kissing him, sucking on his tongue as it played within her mouth and hers curved about his. The drug in her food from earlier was simply pushing her to seek this man's touch. Her eyes drifted closed with an anxious flutter of her eyelids. Maybe... maybe... she could just pretend that this oaf was Michael. That she'd get to curl up and sleep safely beside him afterward. She'd seek it. At least, it'd be some sort of life.
Yet, these touches weren't like Michael's and this man demanded her attention simply with how he moved and it wasn't long until small keening moans came from her, which only could be heard once his lips parted from her own. Her lips had to part to alternately pant. It grew in pitch as his fingers found her clit making her buck hard against his hips with each touch since she was overly aroused and sensitive. What? Who had fucked her better? A blush stole over her features at the idea. There was no denying just how good that he felt even if she'd have never chosen him as a lover. Still, some part of her was still damn defiant even as her body shivered and that passage of hers tensed around his cock caught on the precipice of being triggered. "Who..." She gasped at the feelings, moaned and leaned harder back against him needing that trigger. Yet, she wouldn't give up that one little bit of light that she had. It might have been foolish but it was what it was. She was going to spell out that it was Michael since he made her feel she was more like a woman than a harlot. Yet, there was something in the way that this guard moved that made her body burn and snap. Her body clenched and stroked his eagerly. The feeling that flood Mitsu was startling and her body buckled to the dirty blanket that served as her bed as a scream of pleasure left her. Quaking, trembling and feeling as her toes clenched. Gasping, her eyes looked toward him in a daze. "You..." Him? Her face colored with shame at what she was feeling. No... this wasn't living... it was just reacting... just feeling... and yet, how could he feel this good. There was a wealth of slick coating her thighs all the way down to her knees and no doubt that it was on him as well. "You felt better..," was her quiet admission even if she hated it.
She could barely think as her thoughts were bound up in the coils of pleasure coiling tighter within her body. Yet, her mouth found his, kissing him, sucking on his tongue as it played within her mouth and hers curved about his. The drug in her food from earlier was simply pushing her to seek this man's touch. Her eyes drifted closed with an anxious flutter of her eyelids. Maybe... maybe... she could just pretend that this oaf was Michael. That she'd get to curl up and sleep safely beside him afterward. She'd seek it. At least, it'd be some sort of life.
Yet, these touches weren't like Michael's and this man demanded her attention simply with how he moved and it wasn't long until small keening moans came from her, which only could be heard once his lips parted from her own. Her lips had to part to alternately pant. It grew in pitch as his fingers found her clit making her buck hard against his hips with each touch since she was overly aroused and sensitive. What? Who had fucked her better? A blush stole over her features at the idea. There was no denying just how good that he felt even if she'd have never chosen him as a lover. Still, some part of her was still damn defiant even as her body shivered and that passage of hers tensed around his cock caught on the precipice of being triggered. "Who..." She gasped at the feelings, moaned and leaned harder back against him needing that trigger. Yet, she wouldn't give up that one little bit of light that she had. It might have been foolish but it was what it was. She was going to spell out that it was Michael since he made her feel she was more like a woman than a harlot. Yet, there was something in the way that this guard moved that made her body burn and snap. Her body clenched and stroked his eagerly. The feeling that flood Mitsu was startling and her body buckled to the dirty blanket that served as her bed as a scream of pleasure left her. Quaking, trembling and feeling as her toes clenched. Gasping, her eyes looked toward him in a daze. "You..." Him? Her face colored with shame at what she was feeling. No... this wasn't living... it was just reacting... just feeling... and yet, how could he feel this good. There was a wealth of slick coating her thighs all the way down to her knees and no doubt that it was on him as well. "You felt better..," was her quiet admission even if she hated it.