Spirits of Darkness and the Forest (Naomi David x Viktoff Samson)

[Viktoff Samson]

Eddie smirked as he could tell she was trying to work out the logistics of taking more of his ridiculous cock into her orally. Seeing her pull back and take a deep breathe was only the beginning of his newlyfound fascination with this creature's throat. He reveled in the concept of having her do this sort of thing for him at his whim, as he desires. What was about to take place was easily the highlight of his year now, and returning to life once more didn't even eclipse this moment now. Something was off with Eddie, that was for sure, but he couldn't possibly underplay the sheer joy he felt in his chest at the prospect of the act that was about to take place. The wonder of where this beautiful budding kindapping could go.

And then it happened, she went back down him and even managed to make a bulge in her throat. As she looked up at him he wore a sinister grin and he even toyed with the idea of brushing fingers along the bulge in her throat just to feel himself through her flesh. Her perfect skin that taunted him to touch her more and more. He couldn't helping the burning desire to mess with her just to get more contact out of her, but the sensation of her mouth and throat around his cock really pulled him to focus once again. "Yes, yes... That's nice." He spoke to her darkly with a grime growl undertone to his voice and his evil eyes upon her. To his surprise she came up and back down with deeply red hair, taking him much better this time around and even getting him to growl a low groan within his throat. "More! Make me cum." He beckoned to her, almost cooing to her as glee took his face and his hand gripping her hair pushed downward just a bit encouragingly on her head. He was excited for the whole event and he made it clear that she was doing this well. "Make a pace, up and down up and down!" He grinned now, resting back a bit with narrowed eyes as a physical display that he'd let her do her thing now. The grip on her hair wouldn't let her get away to do something else, though, being physical confirmation that she was far from done with this sexual act.

 

[Naomi David]

Clarisse thought it nothing short of a pure miracle that he could even fit inside of her mouth, much less her throat, and yet she was able to accomplish what he had wanted to much out of her. His compliments certainly helped her confidence, her hair still staying that nice shade of red he seemed to enjoy seeing. His next words were very aggressive, simply punctuated by him pushing down her head further on his cock. She obediently started a peace she was sure that he would like. Fast, but not too fast for him, it was fast for her, fast for a beginner. But still, it was a pace. She didn't want to do this, she wanted to be home, where she was nice and safe and free. Hopefully, this would still turn out to be some god forsaken nightmare. But there was some small part of her that wanted to be doing this, the small part of her that could not lie, no matter what her brain thought. Her feelings did not lie, as they showed in her hair. Mundanes, normal humans, they could not see her hair change since they didn't have the ability to do so. But beings like himself and herself would notice it. The precious few mundanes that could see such things were descended from their kind, just that the bloodline was so diluted that they'd never have a chance of any true special powers, all they would get was to see things that they really shouldn't be able to see. As she worked him further, she felt throbbing. Maybe, just maybe, she would get him to orgasm.