her. A fever of lust raced through her. She could deny him nothing, and no demand would be too outrageous. To do so would be to deprive herself of a unique experience.
“Will you grant me a small boon and help realise my wish?” His seductive voice put her on the cusp of enthrallment. A wide palm cupped her ass, her mons cradled in another. Blunt fingers pressed into her moist flesh.
Naeme’s lips twitched. She swallowed the lump in her throat to choose her words carefully. “Well, whatever I can do to help you.”
Masculine laughter rumbled above her ears, a little smug, a lot satisfied. “Then we’d best get started.”
Naeme lifted her hands to stay their actions. “Shouldn’t we wait until the Queen has retired for the night? I’d hate to begin only to have an untimely interruption.”
“I know Titania’s moods, she’s sulking. Since our current crisis is of Oberon’s making she’ll make him grovel a bit before she deigns to forgive him. They both thrive on the tempests they create. Now where were we?” He crowded her to force her backwards, until the backs of her legs hit the bed.
Sent off kilter, she stumbled and dropped onto her back with her calves dangling off the mattress. The duo fell on her. With no regard for her gown’s finely crafted material, they dragged her bodice down to her waist. Her breasts were immediately taken in hand, eager lips covering the nipples and drawing them into their mouths with a greedy rapaciousness.
Naeme wrapped her arms around both dark heads, held them close and gave herself over to the sensations swamping her. The tug and release on her breasts sent sharp pleasure-driven ripples down her belly and into her core. Her hungry puss clenched and relaxed reflexively, working the muscles within her channel, giving her some measure of gratification.
The men bundled her skirts up over her hips, grasped her legs and slung her calves over their hips. She was wide open and positioned for any urge they wished to fulfil.
Callused hands slid up her inner thighs. Tiny goosebumps rose on her delicate skin. They teased her folds until, unable to help herself, she wiggled her hips, striving to draw their attention to the centre of her arousal. Any small caress would give her a little surcease. She let out a relieved sigh when one set of fingers peeled her folds back, while a different set of digits fondled her clit, labia, and teasingly circled her core.
One Baylor sat up and on the edge of the bed. Naeme gasped when she was summarily hauled up and positioned to straddle his hips. Hiked up, the rotund head of his cock was set at her opening, and since she had no foothold on the floor he pulled her down onto his cock.
“Ohhh, yes,” she moaned and gripped muscular thighs to keep her legs spread.
The plump membranes in her passage separated to welcome the intrusion. He stretched her, his shaft glided over her susceptible tissues deep in her sheath, and a small release rocked through her by the time he was buried balls deep inside her.
Faced by the second Baylor, she could only respond with a weak smile when he shot her a grin full of sensual promise. He dropped a kiss on her lips and squeezed her breasts as he trailed his mouth down her belly.
She jerked when her clitoris was petted. Naeme glanced down to see her clitoris protruding from her folds.
The man on his knees before her leaned in and took her clitoris into his mouth. He twirled his tongue around it and lapped at the nub. Each stroke had her easing up and down on the penis filling her. Hands took hold of her breasts, and the Baylor feeding on her fluids took hold of his own rigid shaft and thrust into his clenched fist.
Naeme’s head fell back. Oh yes, yes, she could understand why her lover or lovers would want this duality of sensations. He fondled her clit while she had a cock plunging into her. But the flexibility of a tongue added another nuance to the encounter. Harsh grunts, throaty growls revealed the
“Will you grant me a small boon and help realise my wish?” His seductive voice put her on the cusp of enthrallment. A wide palm cupped her ass, her mons cradled in another. Blunt fingers pressed into her moist flesh.
Naeme’s lips twitched. She swallowed the lump in her throat to choose her words carefully. “Well, whatever I can do to help you.”
Masculine laughter rumbled above her ears, a little smug, a lot satisfied. “Then we’d best get started.”
Naeme lifted her hands to stay their actions. “Shouldn’t we wait until the Queen has retired for the night? I’d hate to begin only to have an untimely interruption.”
“I know Titania’s moods, she’s sulking. Since our current crisis is of Oberon’s making she’ll make him grovel a bit before she deigns to forgive him. They both thrive on the tempests they create. Now where were we?” He crowded her to force her backwards, until the backs of her legs hit the bed.
Sent off kilter, she stumbled and dropped onto her back with her calves dangling off the mattress. The duo fell on her. With no regard for her gown’s finely crafted material, they dragged her bodice down to her waist. Her breasts were immediately taken in hand, eager lips covering the nipples and drawing them into their mouths with a greedy rapaciousness.
Naeme wrapped her arms around both dark heads, held them close and gave herself over to the sensations swamping her. The tug and release on her breasts sent sharp pleasure-driven ripples down her belly and into her core. Her hungry puss clenched and relaxed reflexively, working the muscles within her channel, giving her some measure of gratification.
The men bundled her skirts up over her hips, grasped her legs and slung her calves over their hips. She was wide open and positioned for any urge they wished to fulfil.
Callused hands slid up her inner thighs. Tiny goosebumps rose on her delicate skin. They teased her folds until, unable to help herself, she wiggled her hips, striving to draw their attention to the centre of her arousal. Any small caress would give her a little surcease. She let out a relieved sigh when one set of fingers peeled her folds back, while a different set of digits fondled her clit, labia, and teasingly circled her core.
One Baylor sat up and on the edge of the bed. Naeme gasped when she was summarily hauled up and positioned to straddle his hips. Hiked up, the rotund head of his cock was set at her opening, and since she had no foothold on the floor he pulled her down onto his cock.
“Ohhh, yes,” she moaned and gripped muscular thighs to keep her legs spread.
The plump membranes in her passage separated to welcome the intrusion. He stretched her, his shaft glided over her susceptible tissues deep in her sheath, and a small release rocked through her by the time he was buried balls deep inside her.
Faced by the second Baylor, she could only respond with a weak smile when he shot her a grin full of sensual promise. He dropped a kiss on her lips and squeezed her breasts as he trailed his mouth down her belly.
She jerked when her clitoris was petted. Naeme glanced down to see her clitoris protruding from her folds.
The man on his knees before her leaned in and took her clitoris into his mouth. He twirled his tongue around it and lapped at the nub. Each stroke had her easing up and down on the penis filling her. Hands took hold of her breasts, and the Baylor feeding on her fluids took hold of his own rigid shaft and thrust into his clenched fist.
Naeme’s head fell back. Oh yes, yes, she could understand why her lover or lovers would want this duality of sensations. He fondled her clit while she had a cock plunging into her. But the flexibility of a tongue added another nuance to the encounter. Harsh grunts, throaty growls revealed the
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