passion
he was hoping for.
Her tongue sought his, and she
moaned in pleasure when he reciprocated her kiss.
He set her on her feet and got her
out of her dress as quickly as he could, lust racing along his veins. This was
it. They would join with her this night.
She was naked beneath her red dress.
Nathaniel gasped and dropped to his
knees in front of her, ready to worship the goddess that was their mate.
Michael flew around behind her and
lifted her up. Nathaniel separated her legs and wrapped them around his neck.
He was ravenous for this.
He grabbed her arse, hauled her into
his mouth, and thrust his tongue straight into her weeping centre. She screamed
out, her legs tightening around his head.
Nathaniel felt Michael’s hands come
under her arse to keep her steady for him, so he removed his hands and sucked
on her clit. She tasted fucking divine. Michael had been understating her appeal when he said she tasted like
nothing they had ever tasted before.
His fangs extended, and he turned
his head, biting her inner thigh and groaning as her blood flowed into his
mouth. Margaret stroked his head, and he moaned, knowing she approved of what
he did.
Nathaniel broke off and looked up at
the mate Fate had chosen for him and Michael. She had her head turned and
feasted on Michael’s mouth as Nathanial did on her pussy.
He made another noise to indicate
his pleasure again and drove his tongue back into her body, revelling in the
bucking of her pelvis.
His lips found her swollen clit
again, and he thrust two fingers up into her tight, soaking body. She tasted of
sin and felt like heaven. He wanted her to come on his face, but he needed to
feel the tight clasp of her body around him more.
He unwound her legs and stood up.
Michael and Margaret looked at him. Michael’s fangs were extended, and Margaret
was flushed and panting.
“Hold her, Michael.” Nathaniel
instructed as he shed his clothes, his cock springing out, heavy and hard.
He stepped close, and Margaret
looked fearful. Love for her surged forward over his lust, slowing him down.
“I won’t hurt you, my love.” He
whispered as he lifted her, wrapped her legs around his waist, and positioned
her over the head of his cock.
Michael reached around her body,
under her arms and cupped both breasts. Nathaniel couldn’t help the groan that
was tipped from him as all three of them connected, heart, body, and soul. This
is what they had been designed for.
He looked deep into Margaret’s green
eyes and smiled.
“Just trust us. Rest into Michael.”
He felt some of the tension leave her
as she fell back against Michael’s chest.
Nathaniel clenched his teeth against
the need to impale her quickly, but he knew how long it had been for her. Too long to hurry.
He set the head of his cock against
her wet entrance and pulled her down onto him slowly. Her eyes widened, and her
mouth fell open.
Margaret began panting again, the
further he moved in. She gripped him tighter than any lover ever had, her natural lubrication a blessing and a curse as she
pulled him in. Sweat beaded on his forehead, the control needed to go slowly
almost more than he could bear.
“Nathaniel, please.”
He stilled, halfway imbedded. She
couldn’t ask him to stop now, could she? Fear wrapped around his heart. He
wasn’t sure he could stop now.
“Is it hurting, my love?”
She shook her head and trembled
against him.
“More.”
A sense of triumph filled him, and
he thrust hard, burying himself to the balls in her body.
“Oh ... God...” Margaret groaned and
threw her head back against Michael’s shoulder.
Michael leaned forward and bit into
her neck.
Her pussy tightened around
Nathaniel’s cock, and she gasped and reached up to hold Michael’s head to her.
Sweat rolled down Nathaniel’s
forehead, and he couldn’t hold back a moment longer.
He began to ride her, slow at first, then built to harder and faster strokes.
She gripped him tighter and tighter,
her impending
he was hoping for.
Her tongue sought his, and she
moaned in pleasure when he reciprocated her kiss.
He set her on her feet and got her
out of her dress as quickly as he could, lust racing along his veins. This was
it. They would join with her this night.
She was naked beneath her red dress.
Nathaniel gasped and dropped to his
knees in front of her, ready to worship the goddess that was their mate.
Michael flew around behind her and
lifted her up. Nathaniel separated her legs and wrapped them around his neck.
He was ravenous for this.
He grabbed her arse, hauled her into
his mouth, and thrust his tongue straight into her weeping centre. She screamed
out, her legs tightening around his head.
Nathaniel felt Michael’s hands come
under her arse to keep her steady for him, so he removed his hands and sucked
on her clit. She tasted fucking divine. Michael had been understating her appeal when he said she tasted like
nothing they had ever tasted before.
His fangs extended, and he turned
his head, biting her inner thigh and groaning as her blood flowed into his
mouth. Margaret stroked his head, and he moaned, knowing she approved of what
he did.
Nathaniel broke off and looked up at
the mate Fate had chosen for him and Michael. She had her head turned and
feasted on Michael’s mouth as Nathanial did on her pussy.
He made another noise to indicate
his pleasure again and drove his tongue back into her body, revelling in the
bucking of her pelvis.
His lips found her swollen clit
again, and he thrust two fingers up into her tight, soaking body. She tasted of
sin and felt like heaven. He wanted her to come on his face, but he needed to
feel the tight clasp of her body around him more.
He unwound her legs and stood up.
Michael and Margaret looked at him. Michael’s fangs were extended, and Margaret
was flushed and panting.
“Hold her, Michael.” Nathaniel
instructed as he shed his clothes, his cock springing out, heavy and hard.
He stepped close, and Margaret
looked fearful. Love for her surged forward over his lust, slowing him down.
“I won’t hurt you, my love.” He
whispered as he lifted her, wrapped her legs around his waist, and positioned
her over the head of his cock.
Michael reached around her body,
under her arms and cupped both breasts. Nathaniel couldn’t help the groan that
was tipped from him as all three of them connected, heart, body, and soul. This
is what they had been designed for.
He looked deep into Margaret’s green
eyes and smiled.
“Just trust us. Rest into Michael.”
He felt some of the tension leave her
as she fell back against Michael’s chest.
Nathaniel clenched his teeth against
the need to impale her quickly, but he knew how long it had been for her. Too long to hurry.
He set the head of his cock against
her wet entrance and pulled her down onto him slowly. Her eyes widened, and her
mouth fell open.
Margaret began panting again, the
further he moved in. She gripped him tighter than any lover ever had, her natural lubrication a blessing and a curse as she
pulled him in. Sweat beaded on his forehead, the control needed to go slowly
almost more than he could bear.
“Nathaniel, please.”
He stilled, halfway imbedded. She
couldn’t ask him to stop now, could she? Fear wrapped around his heart. He
wasn’t sure he could stop now.
“Is it hurting, my love?”
She shook her head and trembled
against him.
“More.”
A sense of triumph filled him, and
he thrust hard, burying himself to the balls in her body.
“Oh ... God...” Margaret groaned and
threw her head back against Michael’s shoulder.
Michael leaned forward and bit into
her neck.
Her pussy tightened around
Nathaniel’s cock, and she gasped and reached up to hold Michael’s head to her.
Sweat rolled down Nathaniel’s
forehead, and he couldn’t hold back a moment longer.
He began to ride her, slow at first, then built to harder and faster strokes.
She gripped him tighter and tighter,
her impending
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