Beyond Saving

[xavierrol]

As Xavier pistoned in and out of Dolly's tight little core, his back arched as if to thrust himself ever deeper into her. His gaze looked upwards to the heavens almost as if he were giving thanks for the gift that was Dolly's wet pussy enveloping his manhood as if made for just this purpose. He was not perhaps the most attentive lover but he tended to make up for it with enthusiasm once he got started. He might, however have been wise to be a bit more attentive to this particular fuck as before he had time to properly react she had turned on him. She was such a small thing, half his weight and a head shorter, but in his position he fell back easily when she shoved his chest. For a moment he thought she was going to attack him, and in a way she did. Diving on his cock like the crazed witch that she so clearly was as she lapped up the slickness of her own arousal from Xavier's still throbbing shaft. He blushed at the thought of how easily she had put him on his back but he had little inclination to dwell on that humiliation as he felt his cock swallowed by her hungry mouth.

Xavier's eyes practically rolled to the back of his head as he lay there helpless beneath the sexual assault of a well practiced witch. Physically he could have his way with her, but sexually he was no match for her at all. Combined with his moderate success at keeping his vow of celibacy, (he was nearing the one month mark on this particular evening) he felt himself ready to climax almost immediately. Panting for breath he looked down at Dolly, images of succubi entered his mind and the warning given to young knights about the perils of sex outside of marriage. His eyes were wide with fear as he felt his impending climax about to erupt. With a last shred of willpower he reached out, grabbing a fistful of the witches hair and prying her head back before she could suck the very soul out of him.

He hadn't a moment to lose as his throbbing cock erupted almost as soon as it left her lips, spraying her face with a thick hot stream of his seed. The first blast quickly followed by several more before he was able to roll himself to one side and drag himself away from her. Staggering to his feet, feeling weak enough that maybe she had taken some of his vitality through her sinful lust, though in reality it was simply a VERY powerful orgasm brought on by the best blow job he had ever received. Still he didn't know that and he feared for both his mortal life and his eternal soul as he clumsily worked to fasten his breeches as he staggered towards the unseen girl hiding in the woods and watching them. It was pure coincidence, but unless she moved to evade him, he would practically trip over her.

 

[Black_Out]

One large bushy brown brow angled upwards from between the milky smoothness of Elisa's wine washed breasts as the Korred heard Rob's grunted commands of the redheaded witch. It had been longer then he cared to dwell upon since he had felt a vibrant young maidens silky smooth lips around his horse meat of a cock. He absolutely had no issues with the suggested course of action as he drew his snacking mouth out from between her creamy bosom and shifted his hoofed feet into a wider stance. Soon his left hand had come to lay claim around the long dark locks of hair that fell around the pale skinned face of Elisa. All to eagerly Disiyir made sure those full soft lips were drawn down towards the smooth ram head of his cock while wine splashed from the goblet that his right hand aimlessly sprayed about.

The musky aroma of the depths of the forest emanated from the canopy of dark brown and tan hairs that his shaft sprouted from. Intermingled was the rich scent of the crisp wine that had saturated into that crop of untamed hair, tinting the fibrous bundle with a sheen of burgundy. Wild long knotted hair tossed backwards as the Korred drew his gaze up to the cool glow of the moon and he howled and barked in greeting to it as Elisa's lips found purchase. At time's like this the every nerve of the Korred's being was in a heightened state of awareness. As he let out a long calling howl that mimicked a myriad array of woodland critters his gaze caught glimpse of the knight as he sought to retreat from the free flowing orgy.

Despite the cold air of the night, his entire body felt as warm as when the sun danced upon his skin. "Oh what a way to begin! To start the night off with a salacious spin! Bathed in a binge of fiery wine, kissed herein under moonlight's subtle sin! Such a feast of soft flesh and parting skin! It calls out to the beast within! As it sung out it's hymn that yearned for my release I grinned!" His thick teeth ground together after he let the melody of his voice spring into the desolate cemetery surrounds. While his lips held a rigid grin he found his swaying beard elongating into a weave of tangled cords that animated and curled down around Elisa's bouncing breasts. They slithered around them like thin snakes and began to tighten, pinching and squeezing in about the base of those soft full orbs of delight.

He thought to call out to the departing shadow of Xavier but instead opted to tilt his head back and lift the chalice up over his parted lips. The deep ruby colored liquid spilled down out of the mystical goblet that he never let go of. Gulp after gulp of warming wine surged down his throat while the girth of his shaft was being attended to by Elisa's succulent lips. Disiyir seemed more then content to let her work over his shaft while the wine drowned out his groans and grunts of pleasure from his smile curved lips.

 

[Pots]

Advancing her dropped jaw and gawking, conveniently un-fucked mouth, her well-defined face opened, sharp, distinct cheekbones protruding lightly as her tongue lolled out, lips ripe for the taking, the smooth curve of her twiggy neck unobstructed. Despite that eye-narrowed, 'what, are you fucking serious?' sort of revulsion she was currently undergoing, she licked her dark-painted lips still, gazing at the lurid view before her. Her waiting gob was practically ecstatic to dive face-first onto the business end of the suitor’s insisting member. Psychically lashed, the blathering redhead, planted a completely wholesome tongue-first kiss onto the winking crest of the mushroomed flare, gentle and dotting at first, but then fierce, brazen… hungry. Transitioning it between slit-dipping tongue-twists and crown-caressing licks, she shovelled modest amounts of precum into her mouth. It was bitter; so fucking supersaturated it was almost nauseating. So, she gathered more and more of it and naturally rolled it behind half-opened lips while her accommodating tongue cradled the underside of the shaft. Lips curled in a silent croon, breath catching in short staccato gasps while the fat, prying head roiled in the oral reckoning, the perpetual rocking 'urging' her face down the base, towards the entangled and frizzled mess of her oral fuck-buddy's musky crotch. Back and forth she went in her spit roast adventure. Parting her lips further, her brows tented pleadingly, beads of sweat blooming on her wrinkled forehead from the shockingly-fast exertion the double-teaming wrought upon her. Her eyes struggled against the testosterone-laden effect they had on her, lashes constantly fluttering while her mouth shifted into gear, becoming a well for a disgruntled, gurgling cacophony of moaning mewl, lost in the 'can’t even' moment.

Gorging themselves in the lightning coruscating through the lot of them, stitching together their every nerve, with each full thrust, bursting in and out of her cock-overloaded body with careless abandon, and dragging themselves away until her cunt clung desperately and the assorted back-splatter of the oral make out session provided her throat with a well-deserved lubrication. She could feel every one of the myriad fleshy prongs carving dull lines against the tight, marshmallow flesh of her insides, tickling her compatibly sex-slick body, her mouth frothing, her throat crushed and her neck struggling at every second, jostling as the shaft sank deeper, constantly prompted to motion by her backside attendant's building thrusts. In fact, each hip-quaking movement was accompanied by a thrumming pressure on her clit and brought with it a bodily-shaken bounce to the lacy crib that the fae creature was so graciously attending. Her fingers quaked in anguished ecstasy, eyes welling up, hands clambering for purpose on the goat man's twisted, carpet-clad legs, digits digging deep. A hard-racking cough frothed the spit clogging her throat when a particularly cunt-sizzling smack bottomed out on her silken backside, saliva mantling up, packing her nostrils, seeped out around the tight vacuum seal her mouth provided, another layer of polish for lips already dripping with it. It plunged her face-first onto the spearing crotch, but she gobbled the meat with surprising expertise that stunned even her. Her tongue absentmindedly squirmed and wriggled against the meat-pole flattening it against her lower jaw and a thrilling tinge of nervousness and astonishment sprawled at the back of her sex-crazed mind then. She was so lost in the indescribably shock and awe of her female anatomy being put to such thoroughly perverse use, adorned with new sexually-repurposed innards, she even couldn’t spare a single neuron to marking the passage of time. Her cock-swollen lips and nose soon flattened against a chiselled belly, draped with hot meat and rich with sweat’s briny essence and even an inkling of her own natural scent, punctuated by her gag-reflexes furious, sickly-sweet gurgles and gaggles that sent her cross-eyed into the night.