charlie
Charlie's lips fall open in an expression of both surprise and delight. "Could I?" Having only ever used her tail for such things, it suddenly occurs to the priestess that in this shiny new world of flying ships and monsters from the depths of space, maybe she could fuck Danta with something more than the spade of her tail. "Fuck that would be amazing." A garnet flush descends down her neck and between her breasts as if the ancient was burning from the inside as she imagined what it would be like to grasp his hips with her hands, and thrust a cock that would have him gasping in response to the fullness of it.
With the tang of blood on her lips and the Maverick's cock filling every inch of her, Charlie's good intentions at fucking him gently began to fade away with every rise and fall of her hips. Releasing the bear, the priestess wraps one arm around Danta's lower back, her fingernails like talons against his skin as if she suddenly had the strength to lift him up and press him further into her. With her other hand, she pulled at his hair, tilting his head back and against the bear, exposing his throat upon which she smeared kisses which would both bruise and cut off oxygen in alternating amounts.
With thoughts of Dygra and the sweet death snarls of the bear filling her ears as much as her own moans, as she felt the wildfire of her orgasm begin to build in her belly, she suddenly released the Maverick that she might fulfill his request.
With every drop of her hips Charlie felt her climax nearing, and by the end she was no longer using her muscles to bring her back down, but was simply letting her body crash back onto the Maverick's legs. There was nearly as much pain as there was pleasure, and gods if that didn't have little keening cries of arousal hiccuping from her red lips. Letting her chin tilt up so that her cascade of blonde curls would fall down her back and brush against his balls, Charlie's voice broke as she moaned into the still air. "Pull my hair. Grab me." She begged. "Make me cum."
With the tang of blood on her lips and the Maverick's cock filling every inch of her, Charlie's good intentions at fucking him gently began to fade away with every rise and fall of her hips. Releasing the bear, the priestess wraps one arm around Danta's lower back, her fingernails like talons against his skin as if she suddenly had the strength to lift him up and press him further into her. With her other hand, she pulled at his hair, tilting his head back and against the bear, exposing his throat upon which she smeared kisses which would both bruise and cut off oxygen in alternating amounts.
With thoughts of Dygra and the sweet death snarls of the bear filling her ears as much as her own moans, as she felt the wildfire of her orgasm begin to build in her belly, she suddenly released the Maverick that she might fulfill his request.
With every drop of her hips Charlie felt her climax nearing, and by the end she was no longer using her muscles to bring her back down, but was simply letting her body crash back onto the Maverick's legs. There was nearly as much pain as there was pleasure, and gods if that didn't have little keening cries of arousal hiccuping from her red lips. Letting her chin tilt up so that her cascade of blonde curls would fall down her back and brush against his balls, Charlie's voice broke as she moaned into the still air. "Pull my hair. Grab me." She begged. "Make me cum."
she's the giggle at a funeral
Hella golden retriever energy. Small unrefined horns made of ruby. Regular spade-shaped tail.
