[M] The splendour of your curves

Light Goldenfeather · 01-11-2012, 09:09 PM

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Word Count → 700+ :: Muhahahahahaha

He was opening his mouth to shoot down her first attempt to justify the act they had almost done when her words continued. A rush of blood filled him once more the thought of the offer an enticing one. He did find them both insanely attractive with their scars and pain, their beauty their surviving nature. He thought of Matteo often, his aching boner often releaved at the thought of the white male among others. Her words playing out in his active imaginative mind as a hungry moan escaped. He looked down at her and couldn’t deny her beauty as she writhed in the couch as she further added to his pictures. The hunter moaned a throaty growl as the scent of her desire reached him touching that inner core that so rarely awoke for a female. Her hand trailed over her body as he continued to fight it trying to find a way to escape her net.

She knew she was skilled but as her finger started to part herself his brown eyes drooped lost in the action of her self-pleasure. Then his mind started to justify, his mind started to shift. He couldn’t leave her like that, aching and alone. He couldn’t leave his own swollen member unattended so the male obliged in a manner that he felt was safe enough to keep his morals. Little did he know that his lust would be tested in every manner that night for she would be forever etched in his soul as a female who really turned him on. He gingerly placed his hands upon her leg across his lap and ran his fingers upward. He let out a smile as she ordered his attention and his eyes rose up from the delightful show next to him to meet her deep blue eyes.

My dear, you have no idea what you’ve stumbled upon. His eyes filled with a pride he undoubtedly possessed. His time with women a far larger number than his one with males and in his boredom he learned just how to make a girl happy. He knew she would be a challenge but now equipped with a goal and a reward he would make this night one never to forget.

He pounced on the girl with a powerful swiftness that creaked the couch as his hands drove into the armrest above her. His powerful body towered over her pure white form that was tinted with an orange glow of flame. He didn’t give it to her though he wouldn’t make that so easy being the bastard that he was when in bed. He enjoyed his games, his play. He brought his muzzle down next to her ear. All I want love is for you to be happy. One hand came off the couch his weight easily held above Gemma no part really touching her other than the raise of her own.

His hand ran through the long soft tendrils of her hair that rested upon her face taking them within his fingertips and letting them glide through until his hand touched the tip of her collar bone. He trailed them down as his muzzle fell forward licking just under the curve of her jaw. He breathed in her scent heavily. His fingers rolled along the outer edge of her bosom in that sensitive area that trailed just underneath. His skilled fingers following a map of delightful points that led to the treasure below. Then, as his hands had finally lifted off the tip of her tender bump, he pulled his muzzle back that nipped and licked her gently. His deep brown eyes burrowed into hers. Tonight Gemma I am slave to your desire so guide me as you would have me. It was the rare time his dominance was lifted often only lost to stronger males.

Though until his first order was uttered he was going to make her feel good the best way he knew how. His face pulled away as he went to his knees and lowered again with a closer destination to his body. His tongue and fingers first teased her waiting for that beg of the hips that showed he was succeeding. When the action was provided he quickly dove into drive. His fingers parted her swiftly driving deep and searched with a skillful guide as his eyes and ears awaited that pleasant reaction. When he felt it achieved his tongue began its duty and his fingers wriggled and drove into her slowly but forcefully into that area of joy. He couldn’t deny the taste of a female its sweetness that tasted like some sort of forbidden fruit. His moans were clearly a sign of his happiness as his powerful fingers did their duty.

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