Amalia
the shield of safrin
she does not know what it's like
not to have deep emotions
not to have deep emotions
She's used to more romance, too, to gentle caresses and teasing foreplay, expressions of love and soft, caring caress. But that's not what they've come here for, not the thing they need, and Amalia is grateful for the unapologetic passion of this unexpected affair, the way he presses against her without apology or pretense. Any more teasing, any more words, and she might retreat back into her own head.
Instead she gasps in shock and pleasure at the sensation of finally being filled, her head falling back as he forcefully enters her with unbridled and delicious lust. Amalia gasps in time with his thrusting, a musical and carnal sound that fills the small and steamy bathroom in a symphony of sex. The chill of the mirror on her back is a shivering encouragement, as is the way he grips her thighs. Her grasp upon him doesn't falter, arms and legs both keeping purchase as he drives his cock into her body, scratching a very primal itch.
Primal enough to bring out even more of her animal characteristics, the tail reaching between his legs as wings unfurl from the top of her spine. They crash through some of the furnishings of the bathroom, far too large for the small space, splaying awkwardly against the mirror and around them both. She laughs at this because she cannot help it, head thrown back and face flush with the unanxious liberation that only trust and passion can bring.
Instead she gasps in shock and pleasure at the sensation of finally being filled, her head falling back as he forcefully enters her with unbridled and delicious lust. Amalia gasps in time with his thrusting, a musical and carnal sound that fills the small and steamy bathroom in a symphony of sex. The chill of the mirror on her back is a shivering encouragement, as is the way he grips her thighs. Her grasp upon him doesn't falter, arms and legs both keeping purchase as he drives his cock into her body, scratching a very primal itch.
Primal enough to bring out even more of her animal characteristics, the tail reaching between his legs as wings unfurl from the top of her spine. They crash through some of the furnishings of the bathroom, far too large for the small space, splaying awkwardly against the mirror and around them both. She laughs at this because she cannot help it, head thrown back and face flush with the unanxious liberation that only trust and passion can bring.
even when she feels nothing
she feels it completely
she feels it completely
