I'm still yearning for your touch
07-07-2013, 10:05 PM
She was confused and Demyan was loving it. For once, his lovely sister was confused beyond belief, unable to figure out just what her brother was up to. Seemed like she really didn't know him as well as she thought. Again, laughter threatened to seep through, but the large man kept it at bay, skillfully masked behind his neutral expression, the only hint of it in the mischievous glint to his cyan eyes. His teasing thrust brought out her own lusty moan, making his length thicken and harden at the sound. Despite being confused by his actions, she couldn't deny the want and desire that he was sure was now coursing through her veins. She could never deny it.
She continued her assault, nipping and kissing at his throat, finally giving him what he'd been wanting. But as much as he wanted to respond, he held still, only tilting his head back to give her better access, his low moans the only signal that he was liking what she was doing. But it seemed someone was impatient that night. Daggers clenched around his throat, seeming to demand his attention. She was yearning for his touch, he could tell; she was crossing a line with him by doing that. He could very well turn the situation around and possibly rip something off instead of fucking her, but he wasn't up to the challenge. Too tiresome. Fucking was on his mind and fucking was what he was going to get. She only held him there for a moment before releasing him, dancing away, tantalizing as always beneath the moonlight as she teased her, both with her body and voice.
Finally allowing some of the laughter to make an appearance, pale lips curved up in a smirk as he slowly rolled himself back onto his paws, taking his time to extend himself to his full height, lusty cyan gaze intent on Cataleya's figure as he moved towards the silvery vixen, movements slow, precise, measured, trying to not move his right leg too much, his hock still throbbing in pain.
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