resistance... because if we fight, we might lose
but if we don't fight
One by one they crumble beneath me, falling to my wiles, to the ministrations of my pussy and my mouth. Fuck if it doesn't feel good to bring them crashing down, be the thing that sends them spiraling and falling, my name on their lips, their voices raised in adulation of the way I entice them to feel. Loren first, but I never expected the summoner to stand up to two Korifis and come out even close to on top. Honestly, I'm impressed he's done as well as he has- even as his orgasm shakes him he continues to grind against me, his groin and hands applying pressure in a way that drives me wild.
And between that and Sunny's dick in my mouth, well, can you blame me for being so close to completion? I can feel him rising up, my flood, and as his lips meet Loren's once again the resulting tension is just too much. Taking him deep into my mouth I stifle my groan upon his cock, body vibrating between the pair of them as Sunjata's seed spills into my throat. There will be a bruise upon his hip, shaped just like my fingers, and a matching one upon my neck. Marks of a lover: like others might wear jewelry, I wear the scars and pockets of blood.
Slick with sweat and still riding the aftershocks of my orgasm, I at last let myself pull away. There is dampness on either side of me, the evidence of my misdemeanors dripping onto the floor as I turn around, leaning back against Sunjata's chair, head thrown onto the hard wood in unabashed delight. My right arm raises to grab my flood's hip; my left foot reaches out to trace Loren's chest, lazily tracing circles on the bare skin as I flash him a feral, exhausted grin. "I think we showed him, klein towenaar. With a little more practice, maybe we can make a Korofi minnaar of you yet."
klein towenaar - little mage
minnaar - lover
And between that and Sunny's dick in my mouth, well, can you blame me for being so close to completion? I can feel him rising up, my flood, and as his lips meet Loren's once again the resulting tension is just too much. Taking him deep into my mouth I stifle my groan upon his cock, body vibrating between the pair of them as Sunjata's seed spills into my throat. There will be a bruise upon his hip, shaped just like my fingers, and a matching one upon my neck. Marks of a lover: like others might wear jewelry, I wear the scars and pockets of blood.
Slick with sweat and still riding the aftershocks of my orgasm, I at last let myself pull away. There is dampness on either side of me, the evidence of my misdemeanors dripping onto the floor as I turn around, leaning back against Sunjata's chair, head thrown onto the hard wood in unabashed delight. My right arm raises to grab my flood's hip; my left foot reaches out to trace Loren's chest, lazily tracing circles on the bare skin as I flash him a feral, exhausted grin. "I think we showed him, klein towenaar. With a little more practice, maybe we can make a Korofi minnaar of you yet."
klein towenaar - little mage
minnaar - lover
we've already lost
LUSEA
