she countered.
Neela pressed soft lips to his inner thighs. She encouraged him to stand over her. His balls grazed her nose and lips. She captured them, flicking her tongue to the seam, nuzzling him until they drew tight. The deep ache began again, and if his condition wasn’t cared for soon, he knew he’d have difficulty walking the next day.
She seemed to understand his long shuddering groan because she shifted to place sucking kisses along the side of his cock. He looked down at himself and his angry reddened shaft. Her perfect lips suckled the top like a child’s candy.
Wet, hot, teasing, she took him deeper, tickling the slit with her tongue, rimming his cockhead with the edge of her teeth, hard enough to feel without causing him pain. It made him nervous all the same, but the tradeoff scrambled his mind into a haze of lust.
He looked down the length of her nude body. Her full breasts pressed against her ribcage looked like tempting pillows with crinkled rosy morsels he wanted to feel against his lips. They were just out of reach of his mouth in this position, but every once in a while when the bed shifted, or she arched her neck, they jostled.
Unable to resist, he covered them with his hands. The buds poked his palms as he swished his hands back and forth across their tips. Her belly hollowed sharply and he knew he’d divided her focus.
Further down, Thrax crawled onto the bed between her legs. His shoulders kept her thighs apart and he slipped his hands beneath her ass, tilting her pelvis to him like a precious dish. The king’s eyes met his.
Neela grabbed Tarrel’s ass and tugged him closer still, his cock sliding fully into her mouth and hitting the back of her throat. She hummed her approval, sending riptides of vibration along his cock, and straight up his spine. He’d spill any second if she continued.
“Slow, Neela,” he gasped. “I don’t want to come yet.”
The king chuckled, thumbed open her pussy lips and dragged his flattened tongue through her folds. Neela shuddered. Her throat constricted, and Tarrel saw stars streaking through his vision at light-speed.
Tarrel pulled out of her, allowing her to breathe even though she quickly pulled him back. She let him thrust carefully, and he took his time while he watched her react to Thrax’s attentions.
Her lower belly tightened and her hips flexed. Thrax looked pleased, then buried his face in her cunt with a satisfied growl of a wolf settling in to dine. Tarrel’s cock flexed. Cum exploded from him and Neela’s nails dug into his ass to keep him in place.
Tarrel rocked hard, his balls pressed to her nose as he shuddered through his release. It stung painfully, yet shards of cold pleasure laddered his spine. The next time wouldn’t be as rushed.
He pulled away, but Neela had other plans. She cleaned him off distractedly as Thrax intensified his work on her pussy. Her body undulated and stiffened as she cried out in ecstasy.
Tarrel stepped back as Thrax crawled up her body. “Shall we allow Tarrel some moments to recover?”
Neela laughed. “If I can walk.”
“No need. I’ll carry you in, dove.” Thrax helped her sit. “Tarrel, join us in the baths.”
Tarrel had his own difficulty walking. His balls still ached and after burying his cock in Neela’s wondrous mouth, he wasn’t sure his legs were stable, either. He followed them, feeling like he’d left more than his essence with the woman in Thrax’s arms.
Thrax cuddled her close, fearful that the warrior in his arms was more delicate than he’d previously believed. She tucked her face into his shoulder and other than the arms looping his neck, her body rested limply.
“Are you well?” he asked.
She nodded.
“You have me at quite a disadvantage,” he admitted to her. “I had hoped there would be a time when you would come to me of your own choice. But this is never how I imagined it would be.”
She lifted her head. Water dragged against Thrax’s calves and
Neela pressed soft lips to his inner thighs. She encouraged him to stand over her. His balls grazed her nose and lips. She captured them, flicking her tongue to the seam, nuzzling him until they drew tight. The deep ache began again, and if his condition wasn’t cared for soon, he knew he’d have difficulty walking the next day.
She seemed to understand his long shuddering groan because she shifted to place sucking kisses along the side of his cock. He looked down at himself and his angry reddened shaft. Her perfect lips suckled the top like a child’s candy.
Wet, hot, teasing, she took him deeper, tickling the slit with her tongue, rimming his cockhead with the edge of her teeth, hard enough to feel without causing him pain. It made him nervous all the same, but the tradeoff scrambled his mind into a haze of lust.
He looked down the length of her nude body. Her full breasts pressed against her ribcage looked like tempting pillows with crinkled rosy morsels he wanted to feel against his lips. They were just out of reach of his mouth in this position, but every once in a while when the bed shifted, or she arched her neck, they jostled.
Unable to resist, he covered them with his hands. The buds poked his palms as he swished his hands back and forth across their tips. Her belly hollowed sharply and he knew he’d divided her focus.
Further down, Thrax crawled onto the bed between her legs. His shoulders kept her thighs apart and he slipped his hands beneath her ass, tilting her pelvis to him like a precious dish. The king’s eyes met his.
Neela grabbed Tarrel’s ass and tugged him closer still, his cock sliding fully into her mouth and hitting the back of her throat. She hummed her approval, sending riptides of vibration along his cock, and straight up his spine. He’d spill any second if she continued.
“Slow, Neela,” he gasped. “I don’t want to come yet.”
The king chuckled, thumbed open her pussy lips and dragged his flattened tongue through her folds. Neela shuddered. Her throat constricted, and Tarrel saw stars streaking through his vision at light-speed.
Tarrel pulled out of her, allowing her to breathe even though she quickly pulled him back. She let him thrust carefully, and he took his time while he watched her react to Thrax’s attentions.
Her lower belly tightened and her hips flexed. Thrax looked pleased, then buried his face in her cunt with a satisfied growl of a wolf settling in to dine. Tarrel’s cock flexed. Cum exploded from him and Neela’s nails dug into his ass to keep him in place.
Tarrel rocked hard, his balls pressed to her nose as he shuddered through his release. It stung painfully, yet shards of cold pleasure laddered his spine. The next time wouldn’t be as rushed.
He pulled away, but Neela had other plans. She cleaned him off distractedly as Thrax intensified his work on her pussy. Her body undulated and stiffened as she cried out in ecstasy.
Tarrel stepped back as Thrax crawled up her body. “Shall we allow Tarrel some moments to recover?”
Neela laughed. “If I can walk.”
“No need. I’ll carry you in, dove.” Thrax helped her sit. “Tarrel, join us in the baths.”
Tarrel had his own difficulty walking. His balls still ached and after burying his cock in Neela’s wondrous mouth, he wasn’t sure his legs were stable, either. He followed them, feeling like he’d left more than his essence with the woman in Thrax’s arms.
Thrax cuddled her close, fearful that the warrior in his arms was more delicate than he’d previously believed. She tucked her face into his shoulder and other than the arms looping his neck, her body rested limply.
“Are you well?” he asked.
She nodded.
“You have me at quite a disadvantage,” he admitted to her. “I had hoped there would be a time when you would come to me of your own choice. But this is never how I imagined it would be.”
She lifted her head. Water dragged against Thrax’s calves and
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