I believe that the darkness reminds us where light can be
If realism had been the foremost concern on Phoebe's mind, this fantasy would have been a lackluster vision of her sitting alone on the couch in front of the fire reading a medical text while Pim snarled at people walking down the street through the window, not her being ravished by the cerulean eyed summoner that hardly knew or cared that she existed; so it was safe to say the lack of realistic quality wasn't exactly registering in the midwife's mind. Frey wanted her to fantasize so fantasize she would, the visions defying all logic as much as the positions defied the basic principles of physics.
She gasped as her head was suddenly pulled and held back by her hair, and while it did hurt, you didn't grow hair as thick and long as Phoebe's and not develop a high pain tolerance on one's scalp. Instead of being overly pained - because it did hurt a little bit - she was enthralled - so much so that as he thrust into her with such force she had not experienced before that a moan caught in her throat, nerves and synapses firing with such speed her mind momentarily forgot how to make her vocal chords function. She was too focused on the sudden building tension in her core to worry about that, ecstatically helpless under his possessive gaze.
It was his command as much as his insistent mistrations that sent her careening over the edge, fireworks and stars exploding behind her eyes as she cried out, gripping his shoulders as her orgasm overtook her. She jerked and bucked against him, trembling and gasping for air as she slowly floated down from a high she most certainly had never reached before.
Of course, no one could help a girl reach orgasm quiet Frey. No shock there.
She gasped as her head was suddenly pulled and held back by her hair, and while it did hurt, you didn't grow hair as thick and long as Phoebe's and not develop a high pain tolerance on one's scalp. Instead of being overly pained - because it did hurt a little bit - she was enthralled - so much so that as he thrust into her with such force she had not experienced before that a moan caught in her throat, nerves and synapses firing with such speed her mind momentarily forgot how to make her vocal chords function. She was too focused on the sudden building tension in her core to worry about that, ecstatically helpless under his possessive gaze.
It was his command as much as his insistent mistrations that sent her careening over the edge, fireworks and stars exploding behind her eyes as she cried out, gripping his shoulders as her orgasm overtook her. She jerked and bucked against him, trembling and gasping for air as she slowly floated down from a high she most certainly had never reached before.
Of course, no one could help a girl reach orgasm quiet Frey. No shock there.
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