think I should call you Petal.”
He leaned closer and breathed deep of her essence.
“The flower is sweet. I wonder how you taste.”
She whimpered, feeling more moisture gliding, then
his tongue did a long, slow lick from her wet pool, up to her clit. His finger
spread her plump lips, and his lips gently nibbled the small, delicate inner
petals.
Nothing had ever felt so good. Sabralia twined her
finger into his locks, to keep him close. Her legs trembled with the sweetness
of his touch.
His mouth latched onto her clit, and suctioned.
She flew apart, with a gasping cry she didn’t recognize as her own, shattering
into sparkling pleasure.
Kaistril immediately flowed up her body, one heavy
thigh pinning her to the bed, hands gliding everywhere, cupping her breasts.
His breath was hot and fast as he nuzzled her neck.“I’m not much like Qy, am
I?”
“No.”
“Do you miss him?”
“He…I was comfortable with you. Him.”
“But you never rode him, you never had him make
you come, except with the bathing sprayer.”
“No.”
“I think I know why.” He breathed between kisses
that were slowly moving toward her breasts.
“Why?” she asked. She couldn’t think why. Her
pussy still throbbed with pleasure, her breasts strained for his touch.
“I think you didn’t want to ride a passive cock.
Not a bot you had to school in every move. I think you wanted a warrior between
your thighs.” His mouth latched onto a nipple in a fevered caress that soon had
her moaning. His leg was between her, and she wrapped both hers around his hips
as he continued to lick and rub her nipples. One hand pushed between her legs.
One finger found her clit. His touch was firm, but so slow. She wiggled against
him impatiently, but still he caressed her slow, pausing at her pussy for a
moment.
“Kaistril,” she moaned as he left her clit again,
finger pressing deep.
“Is this what you want, little queen?” His voice
was ragged. Then he was on top of her, and his cock pressed into her so quickly
she lost her breath. She was stretched to accommodate his girth, but the
stretching was delicious, not painful, filling her in a way that was so right
and necessary she wondered how she’d lived without it.
He pulled out in such a way that his wet cock slid
over her clit, then plunged back in, almost too rough, pushing her higher, then
back up against her clit. The intensity of pleasure nearly took her breath
away, and she gasped for air.
He surged deep, hard, over and over until she came
in a glorious rush, crying out and clutching him tight with her legs and her
pussy. With a hoarse cry, he rammed into her, and she felt the wash of his come
fill her.
“Are you all right?” Kaistril asked after, his
tone husky. “I got a little wild there toward the end.” His eyes searched her
face.
“It was wonderful. I didn’t know it could be like
that,” she whispered, feeling suddenly shy. She buried her face against the
curve of his neck, breathing deep of his masculine scent and gliding a hand
through his felt locks, which still somehow felt silky.
“Are you tired?”
She giggled. “No. I slept fine.”
Kaistril took a deep breath, his chest pressing
tight to her breasts. He breathed out audibly. “Good. Because I would really
like to do that again.”
Sabralia ran her lips over his shoulder, reveling
in his smooth, muscled form.
“Of course we can do that again. I loved it.”
Kaistril rolled her onto her back and wedged his
knees between her legs. His thick cock slid slowly between her swollen slick
lips. “I mean, do it again right now.”
A rush of heat swept through her and she clasped
her legs around his slim hips. Sabralia met his eyes, which were dark, intense.
“I didn’t know you could so soon.” She wiggled her
hips, caressing the round head of his cock with her movements.
Kaistril pushed inside, just a little way. “You
know you’ve uncaged the beast, don’t you?” he groaned.
Sabralia clutched
He leaned closer and breathed deep of her essence.
“The flower is sweet. I wonder how you taste.”
She whimpered, feeling more moisture gliding, then
his tongue did a long, slow lick from her wet pool, up to her clit. His finger
spread her plump lips, and his lips gently nibbled the small, delicate inner
petals.
Nothing had ever felt so good. Sabralia twined her
finger into his locks, to keep him close. Her legs trembled with the sweetness
of his touch.
His mouth latched onto her clit, and suctioned.
She flew apart, with a gasping cry she didn’t recognize as her own, shattering
into sparkling pleasure.
Kaistril immediately flowed up her body, one heavy
thigh pinning her to the bed, hands gliding everywhere, cupping her breasts.
His breath was hot and fast as he nuzzled her neck.“I’m not much like Qy, am
I?”
“No.”
“Do you miss him?”
“He…I was comfortable with you. Him.”
“But you never rode him, you never had him make
you come, except with the bathing sprayer.”
“No.”
“I think I know why.” He breathed between kisses
that were slowly moving toward her breasts.
“Why?” she asked. She couldn’t think why. Her
pussy still throbbed with pleasure, her breasts strained for his touch.
“I think you didn’t want to ride a passive cock.
Not a bot you had to school in every move. I think you wanted a warrior between
your thighs.” His mouth latched onto a nipple in a fevered caress that soon had
her moaning. His leg was between her, and she wrapped both hers around his hips
as he continued to lick and rub her nipples. One hand pushed between her legs.
One finger found her clit. His touch was firm, but so slow. She wiggled against
him impatiently, but still he caressed her slow, pausing at her pussy for a
moment.
“Kaistril,” she moaned as he left her clit again,
finger pressing deep.
“Is this what you want, little queen?” His voice
was ragged. Then he was on top of her, and his cock pressed into her so quickly
she lost her breath. She was stretched to accommodate his girth, but the
stretching was delicious, not painful, filling her in a way that was so right
and necessary she wondered how she’d lived without it.
He pulled out in such a way that his wet cock slid
over her clit, then plunged back in, almost too rough, pushing her higher, then
back up against her clit. The intensity of pleasure nearly took her breath
away, and she gasped for air.
He surged deep, hard, over and over until she came
in a glorious rush, crying out and clutching him tight with her legs and her
pussy. With a hoarse cry, he rammed into her, and she felt the wash of his come
fill her.
“Are you all right?” Kaistril asked after, his
tone husky. “I got a little wild there toward the end.” His eyes searched her
face.
“It was wonderful. I didn’t know it could be like
that,” she whispered, feeling suddenly shy. She buried her face against the
curve of his neck, breathing deep of his masculine scent and gliding a hand
through his felt locks, which still somehow felt silky.
“Are you tired?”
She giggled. “No. I slept fine.”
Kaistril took a deep breath, his chest pressing
tight to her breasts. He breathed out audibly. “Good. Because I would really
like to do that again.”
Sabralia ran her lips over his shoulder, reveling
in his smooth, muscled form.
“Of course we can do that again. I loved it.”
Kaistril rolled her onto her back and wedged his
knees between her legs. His thick cock slid slowly between her swollen slick
lips. “I mean, do it again right now.”
A rush of heat swept through her and she clasped
her legs around his slim hips. Sabralia met his eyes, which were dark, intense.
“I didn’t know you could so soon.” She wiggled her
hips, caressing the round head of his cock with her movements.
Kaistril pushed inside, just a little way. “You
know you’ve uncaged the beast, don’t you?” he groaned.
Sabralia clutched
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