The salty breeze isn't enough to cool the building heat now. It boils through her, a searing temperature that she pulls deeper to feed the cavernous hunger within. It's a greedy, monstrous thing that reflects in the darkening of her eyes, echoed in the grip she tightens around his shoulders when he lifts her. Thal's fingers dig into the skin near the base of his wings, flaring hot as he sinks into her.
Horns press into wood as she throws her head back, trembling and growling a dark approval for the way he stretches her, his cock reaching deep enough to force a sharp inhale laced with pleasure. The hook of her legs pulls him closer - deeper - as she lifts her hands above her head. One braces along the bedpost while the other clings to his wing, leveraging herself as Sunjata jumps to a pounding rhythm that she immediately appreciates.
Each snap of his hips is met with an answering press of her body that doesn't retreat from the impact. Like a hammer, every strike weakens the dam holding back her orgasm, creating small chips in the thick barrier while the ripples of pleasure vibrate in tiny waves across her skin. She finishes every thrust with a torturous angle and squeezing of her core, riding him as much as he's taking her, attempting to draw out that frustrated groan or elicit another growl that might further break whatever restraint he has.
Horns press into wood as she throws her head back, trembling and growling a dark approval for the way he stretches her, his cock reaching deep enough to force a sharp inhale laced with pleasure. The hook of her legs pulls him closer - deeper - as she lifts her hands above her head. One braces along the bedpost while the other clings to his wing, leveraging herself as Sunjata jumps to a pounding rhythm that she immediately appreciates.
Each snap of his hips is met with an answering press of her body that doesn't retreat from the impact. Like a hammer, every strike weakens the dam holding back her orgasm, creating small chips in the thick barrier while the ripples of pleasure vibrate in tiny waves across her skin. She finishes every thrust with a torturous angle and squeezing of her core, riding him as much as he's taking her, attempting to draw out that frustrated groan or elicit another growl that might further break whatever restraint he has.
we care so much until we don't
Thalassa
