Eighth Circle | By : Rodders Category: +A through F > Devil May Cry Views: 8022 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Another wave of ecstasy washed over Lady and she drowned herself in its waters.
This would be her fifth…sixth…seventh? orgasm, or something near that number. In truth she had long lost track. Pleasure had become a constant. The relentless assault on each and every once of her senses, – the sight she saw in the mirror; her body flopping helplessly around as her every orifice was violated; the clap, clap, clap of her lover’s hips slamming against her backside; the taste of flesh and sweat and sperm all mingling and mixing together into a grotesque, delicious cocktail; the smell of sex, earthy and raw; and, of course, the feeling of a cock being jammed anywhere it could possibly fit; her pussy, her ass, her mouth, between her long, slender fingers – all these things had created an expectation of continual bliss; any given moment that she wasn’t being fucked silly felt stranger and more alien to her than the times she was. This supreme lust consumed her, become a part of her; more than wanting this, she needed this. What she assumed had been her clothes, for she could scarcely remember her life before this, hung around her in tatters. White pieces of cloth lay across her back, and her shorts, which, she could not help but think, presently covered about as much as they ever had, had been torn to shreds. Her boots, for whatever reason, had remained intact. Lady thought the presence of a little clothing made her feel more naked than actually being completely naked, and perhaps her lover felt the same way. Maybe they just didn’t like feet. Whatever the case, she realized it was not her place to ponder such things. She was no longer a person, with thoughts, feelings and the like; she was a toy, completely at her lover’s disposal, for pleasure and whatever else she might want. Their current session was coming to an end, she knew. Finally, the two cocks held in her hands erupted, and what had before been a relatively gentle caress became violent pumping as Lady attempted to squeeze every last drop of precious fluid out of the throbbing members. Her mouth already full, she knew she could not swallow any of it; but for a moment, desire overcame common sense, and she whimpered and groaned as she poked out her tongue and thrashed it wildly about, hoping at once to catch any droplets of cum that chanced by its way, and to coax a similar reaction out of the cock in her mouth. Her effort earned her a sharp, stinging pain on her cheek, and chastisement. “A measure of patience, darling,” she was told. Patience was a luxury her lust no longer afforded her. She needed cum, and she needed it now. She placed her sperm-slick hands on the ground below her, resting upon them, and with renewed vigor, she continued her sucking. She choked herself on her lover’s cock, bringing her lips right down to its base, and spluttering and gagging she withdrew, scraping along the flesh with her tongue. She paused at the tip, and danced about the head, a flicker back and forth here, a long, drawn-out lick there; the smile on her lover’s face made her smile herself. Lady had blowjobs down to an art. Most women did not enjoy sucking cock, but for Lady it was a different story entirely. There was no more beautiful and complete act of submission than taking your lover’s rod into your wet, ready, willing mouth. She could not remember if she particularly enjoyed blowjobs before meeting her lover, or indeed if she had particularly enjoyed sex at all. But that didn’t matter now. All that mattered now was pleasure. With a sultry groan, her lover came. She choked herself on the cock again, filling her throat with meat. She would not let even one drop of cum escape her. She could not. Even as the fluid travelled down her throat and into the pit of her stomach, Lady continued to suck, even moving both her hands up to help, working and squeezing her lover’s cock, desperate for every last drop of cum she could wring out. She wanted it all. She needed it all. She was so preoccupied with sucking and stroking and swallowing she barely noticed her lover breaking off in her ass and pussy as well, filling every orifice with her cream. This was the heaven Lady had been so eager to attain. Satisfied with her lover's contentment, and finding contentment in her own satisfaction, she allowed herself to collapse into a sweaty, sticky heap, running her hands all over her body, reveling in the feeling of cum dripping out of her holes. The falseflesh cocks melted away into her lover’s shadowy dress, their work complete. Instinctively, she moved a hand down to her pussy, and began to play. This earned a laugh from her lover. “Are you enjoying yourself?” she asked, and Lady could only moan in response. “Now, you will become tired.” She heard these words, but the woman who said them, Nevan, the Lightning Witch, her lover, her leanan sídhe, was gone. Suddenly, Lady found herself becoming very sleepy.While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.
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