[/img]"http://i.imgur.com/FXQBglf.png" style="avatar" style="max-width:25%;float:right;margin:0 0 18px 18px;]It was through the drip and flow of eager juices his fingers pushed, wild while they thrusted to keep walls from sinking in to swallow strong digits. Her body spoke to him, pleaded that he continue to force a way through the tightness to satisfy that surmounting urge for release. To be felt by Demagol's fingers, to coat them in her nectar so he needn't ever dwell on whether her affections were true. Rhailo didn't know what she felt besides those bestial cravings, but in their time together, those demands grew in his company. Having thighs squish and press their squirming impatience against his palm, the pressure kept her anchored. Secured. There was no pause to the whispers, the begging, the words that seemed to find a way from a throat marked by his previous lust. The Auroun wore teeth marks like a collar, framed by her long moonlit locks, and with every ebbing sensation attacking her senses, her neck was craned so the kiss wouldn't break.
This time, when her name was spoken, it wasn't a slight against her person. No insult, no drawn out title that sounded stuffier than it needed to be. Just Rhailo, wrapped in groans, demanding and sensual. Gods, she couldn't help herself.
Backing up hard into his cock, Rhailo braced; muscles tightening in a rippling effect that encompassed all those penetrated holes. Cheeks spread where they based his girth, embracing that pulsing member in a series of squeezing undulations that refused to cease their assault. In time with her cunt, her lower body was electric as the swells of orgasm crushed the air from her throat. Gasping into their kiss, the Auroun sucked his tongue to taste herself among collected saliva. How soothing it was to know Demagol carried in his mouth her essence, and with it mingling along her taste buds, some sense of peace was found. The Mandalorian had captured his prize, and she reveled in his embrace without question concerning the validity of their duo. If this wasn't real, Rhailo didn't want to know what reality had in store for her.
Not now, not ever.
Arching along the ridges of taut flesh comprising Demagol's form, the Auroun moaned openly. Her stomach tensed as the Mandalorian continued his rubbing of sensitive nerve endings of her clit, driving her towards the brink. That edge, which she had danced along countless evenings before this one, was in view, and every adoration from her partner pushed her closer to the peak. In that dutiful manner she often displayed when it came to the doting touches of this male, Rhailo allowed herself to be guided. To seek an end to her anxious wait, to succumb to the grind he sustained throughout this whole endeavor. To cum, for him, and only him. Perhaps this was the beginning of her conditioning, as she was already in awe of his strength and stamina. He couldn't mistake those pleased responses as anything otherwise, and with every shallow pant she managed, it proved testament to her dedication.
Around his intruding digits, the inner works of her sex clamped down as rolls of spasming muscles made themselves known. How tight she became then, but not only around fingers and tongue. No, those ringed restraints smothering his cock seemed to mimic the action, packing the length of his manhood with soft, receptive tissue that silently screamed for his release. Her own was a spectacle of sorts, causing her features to wear a lusty mask of cooing compliance. How accepting she was, thirsty for the writhing of her figure against the Mandalorians, though it didn't seem to stop there. Thighs clamped around his palm to lock him in place while her fingers all wrapped tightly around the wrist of it's partner she still clung to. To drag his grip to her throat in an almost affectionate way while her tongue lashed messily into their kiss. Her eye lids closed tight as the waves struck, causing shivers to travel through her limbs in ecstatic submission.
This was the second time Demagol had earned such a response from the Auroun, but as their days continued together would pass, there would be more. It was almost guaranteed.
So Rhailo held him helpless, slick in her folds and her rear, refusing to give him any means of escape. To have him in such a possessive way was her goal in this instance. Kneading his cock, demanding it meet her demands while her own orgasm persisted as an enthralling courtship of flesh, she was whimpering his name among the strings of half spoken sweet nothings. Words of praise, of how good he felt inside her, of how bad she wanted him to finish. The Auroun wanted him to coat her insides in his juices, to place claim to another wanton orifice in dire need of his attention. Did she succeed in pleasing him? A thought to ponder between the static of pleasure, mixed with all those little quips and concerns that never really went away. To sink or to swim, it didn't matter this night.
Only Demagol mattered, with the force behind his pummeling hips, and the hiss to his kisses as groans leaked between their two sets of features. The louder his noises grew, the more feverish she shook at his side, nails lightly digging into his forearm as just another reception of his dominance. Was she overly obvious in how she worshiped him, going so far as to present the male with every fiber of her being as offering? To whisper his name in the dark of their borrowed hotel room through love chapped lips. "D-dema.." Just that utterance to ignite his fueled personage; to tip him over the edge. Rhailo deserved praise of her own-- earned it with how lovingly she milked the head of his cock in hopes of siphoning all that warm seed. Be it greed or desire, the woman knew it was hers to claim, and she meant to take what she was owed.
Every last drop.
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