close but no cigar
Ultyr
10-04-2024, 03:32 PM
She hadn't seen him looking at her for assurance that she wasn't in pain, had she he might of received a reaction visually from her. But as it stood she was enveloped in the pleasure he gave her. The way his hips grinded into hers drove her onward. Raising her again from the edge and building that pressure once more.
There was a sudden loss of control from him as her hips arched into him, her head thrown back and she let out a noiseless cry, mouth open and a large exhale of air all that would of been heard and seen. His rhythm increased and the pressure built with it. Her eyes squeezed shut as her paws grasped onto him desperately, she was a writhing mess beneath him, but instinct kept her hips from unarching into his. Her body wanted something more and with every dive he took into her he was hitting that spot that drove her body to beg. It was almost enough to drive her crazy. A final thrust and her body was trembling, grasping at him, trying to coax from him, but he rolled off quickly. His motion had her, while shaking from her last release and gasping for air, rolling and looking in his direction. His noise had her ears pricking before laying back.
She was coming down from her high, but her brain was already working. Had she been bad? Did she do something wrong? So used to being used by Aryn was she that she had no idea why he had rolled away to spill himself on the ground. Not that she was a whore or anything but she was more than used to having to clean up herself from the demon king. She dropped her head to her paws as her sides heaved. Clouded eyes clearing slowly as their previous actions subsided. She was tired now, but knew better than to sleep without permissions. A glance to her back had her sighing, mud caked her backside and she was certain it would take forever for it to come out especially if he wouldn't allow her to find a place to bathe properly.
Her eye cut back to him as he watched her and was catching his breath. He then rolled to her and pulled her to him, her hips canting to keep her legs from being trapped between them. Her head lifted and looked up to him as he leaned in and licked her cheek. A blush came to her cheek as he did so and a word rolled from his lips. "Mine." Her left ear cocked to him as her right stayed pressed back. She wasn't certain he meant that, or if it was even okay considering how obsessed he seemed to be with Abbadon. Would he discard her the moment they found Abbadon?
There were uncertainties, but she knew that he was still her master until he said otherwise.
"Things I Hear"
There was a sudden loss of control from him as her hips arched into him, her head thrown back and she let out a noiseless cry, mouth open and a large exhale of air all that would of been heard and seen. His rhythm increased and the pressure built with it. Her eyes squeezed shut as her paws grasped onto him desperately, she was a writhing mess beneath him, but instinct kept her hips from unarching into his. Her body wanted something more and with every dive he took into her he was hitting that spot that drove her body to beg. It was almost enough to drive her crazy. A final thrust and her body was trembling, grasping at him, trying to coax from him, but he rolled off quickly. His motion had her, while shaking from her last release and gasping for air, rolling and looking in his direction. His noise had her ears pricking before laying back.
She was coming down from her high, but her brain was already working. Had she been bad? Did she do something wrong? So used to being used by Aryn was she that she had no idea why he had rolled away to spill himself on the ground. Not that she was a whore or anything but she was more than used to having to clean up herself from the demon king. She dropped her head to her paws as her sides heaved. Clouded eyes clearing slowly as their previous actions subsided. She was tired now, but knew better than to sleep without permissions. A glance to her back had her sighing, mud caked her backside and she was certain it would take forever for it to come out especially if he wouldn't allow her to find a place to bathe properly.
Her eye cut back to him as he watched her and was catching his breath. He then rolled to her and pulled her to him, her hips canting to keep her legs from being trapped between them. Her head lifted and looked up to him as he leaned in and licked her cheek. A blush came to her cheek as he did so and a word rolled from his lips. "Mine." Her left ear cocked to him as her right stayed pressed back. She wasn't certain he meant that, or if it was even okay considering how obsessed he seemed to be with Abbadon. Would he discard her the moment they found Abbadon?
There were uncertainties, but she knew that he was still her master until he said otherwise.
Ultyr as her current master may enter any of her threads as he sees fit, and is likely lurking somewhere near her regardless of his prescience in her threads.