<img style="avatar" src="http://i.imgur.com/FXQBglf.png" style="max-width:25%;float:right;margin:0 0 18px 18px;]Enthralled.
Had she given the Mandalorian reason to find trappings in these feelings? Perhaps in dreams, the Auroun was guilty, but she hadn't intended to start as they had. As they were then. It was lust, and it was a mess, but not once had she tricked herself into believing Demagol had picked up her bounty with the intention to fuck her. On the contrary, she was questioning if her reasoning had been sound from the beginning. That his kind was a brutal sort that had no need for a woman outside of the conquest one relished in concerning sex. Intimacy? It was under recent assumptions that he wanted a lover, and this was how she went about her role on the hunter's ship. Slaves and lovers weren't one in the same, so with as much freedom as she was allotted, the difference could be made. Proven fact rather than theories concocted in the background of the woman's mind.
Her mouth was electric.
How it slipped and how it draped lush lips around his shaft, she was proving a point. Up and down until the back of her throat was tight around the head of his cock, and then some, as though this were the only way to find the validation she was searching for. In a sea of stars, within their craft of metal-matrix composites, Rhailo Destros didn't shy from her captor. Her companion. If anything, there was an eagerness she only exhibited in her most desperate states, where the desire to have him outweighed the fear of losing herself in the process. Without Demagol, where would she be? Without this moment, what would she have to boast? To claim? Was there anything left in the cosmos that was rightfully Rhailo's? Perhaps in some far reaches of the galaxy, there was a shred of salvation for the creature to seek, but it wasn't the time to dwell on future possibilities. Not when fate had dragged her here to be measured by the worth of her companionship, rather than the smooth talk and shady peddling she was otherwise known for.
The Auroun based his manhood with a messy gag, her mouth a closed seal while breath escaped through her nostrils with a rough pant. Her form was etched in pale light, a roseal decadence that seemed laced with lust. She embodied passion, that spark that beckoned the Mandalorian to throw caution to the wind for just one more taste; his tongue earned a cacophony of moans. Breathy, gagging sounds that sheathed his cock in slick saliva, paired with those almost inseparable lips siphoning at the length. To coax a reaction, or to simply drain him of his seed like a starved siren playing with her newest meal. It was a sucking, slurping ordeal with quick hands just as honed on working his circumference as they groped their digits around the male's shaft. Rhailo could pump and suck until she ran out of air- that was the benefit of this heated instinct. It was embedded in the fiber of her being. Demanding, like a voice in the farthest reaches of her consciousness that sang hymns of requited passion and security within Demagol's embrace.
Naturally, the Auroun wanted to feel more than a penetrating tongue ravaging her slathered cunt. Where her mouth worked, that was the throne she preferred, with strong hands ensuring Rhailo didn't get away while thoroughly used. Taken. Yet, even with thoughts of this nature buzzing around in the foreground, there was also a great many reasons to appreciate where she was perched. Her hips moved inwards to grind, riding Demagol's visage while clamped thighs hugged at her companions shoulders. When her rear dipped, she forced his tongue further inwards to lash and lap at the accumulating fluids as a thumb strummed to work her clit. With bucks and bowing rolls of her waist, Rhailo rode his hand with her cunt even as he reciprocated that ferocity she was caught up with. Two forms so different in genetic make up and physical appeal seemed almost magnetic to one another. Muscles complimented curves, and Rhailo's lips sucked longingly as she nursed the tip with messy, affectionate kisses.
Every word spoken reverberated through her sensitive slit, against the collection of coiled muscles fighting to push Demagol's adorations out. Forced to take the wanton advances of the meaty muscles, Rhailo was left writhing, her guttural purrs and whimpers of arousal stifled by the cock crammed down her throat. How merciless he was, ushering responses from his captive by setting her senses into overdrive. Every flick, every lick, every whisper and groan- these responses all grated against an ebbing will until the Auroun found a familiar static resonating from her mid section. The sensation pulled at her loins to tighten and flex inner walls, causing the bobbing of her head to falter along the Mandalorian length. Quaking, the woman seemed to lock up as a pulse of her orgasm seeped through her already hazy thoughts, igniting that frantic wash of spasm stealing pleasure. If strong hands hadn't kept her seated, the woman would have squirmed away while engulfed in carnal bliss.
When she came for him, Rhailo did so selfishly, using the male's features to enhance the stimulation. He would taste that hunger even as she was cock-choked and shuddering, messily embellishing his girth with slick saliva coating and the hum of her cries as they ripped from her throat. Seized as she was, it was a helpless position. Firmly planted, the Auroun was groping around Demagol's girth, pumping his thick cock even as her cunt earned star treatment from the hunter. What a beast he could be; the recesses of space must leave a man dwelling on his next lover often. Had Demagol thought of moments like these before they met, replacing Rhailo with the countenance of another more familiar female? All the things he could do, all the positions he could have someone in, if only there was a person to fill that vacancy...
And in some wild stroke of luck, Rhailo Destros sneaked into the Mandalorian's life without trying to. Gagging again, she forced herself to slam back down so her lips kissed the curl of his dark pubis while his member was enveloped by her weak vocals. A strange pair they made, but she was in league with the bizarre, and having Demagol just seemed to fit. He was making her fit him- fit into this transient lifestyle he led. Almost like her own drifting, but with purpose. Goals. All those accomplishments the woman had never thought to chase. Captive or not, Rhailo couldn't argue logic, and had no complaints with her position amongst foreign weaponry and a typically stoic bounty hunter.
If anything, she demanded to be accepted into this lifestyle, whether he was prepared for that responsibility or not.
Had she given the Mandalorian reason to find trappings in these feelings? Perhaps in dreams, the Auroun was guilty, but she hadn't intended to start as they had. As they were then. It was lust, and it was a mess, but not once had she tricked herself into believing Demagol had picked up her bounty with the intention to fuck her. On the contrary, she was questioning if her reasoning had been sound from the beginning. That his kind was a brutal sort that had no need for a woman outside of the conquest one relished in concerning sex. Intimacy? It was under recent assumptions that he wanted a lover, and this was how she went about her role on the hunter's ship. Slaves and lovers weren't one in the same, so with as much freedom as she was allotted, the difference could be made. Proven fact rather than theories concocted in the background of the woman's mind.
Her mouth was electric.
How it slipped and how it draped lush lips around his shaft, she was proving a point. Up and down until the back of her throat was tight around the head of his cock, and then some, as though this were the only way to find the validation she was searching for. In a sea of stars, within their craft of metal-matrix composites, Rhailo Destros didn't shy from her captor. Her companion. If anything, there was an eagerness she only exhibited in her most desperate states, where the desire to have him outweighed the fear of losing herself in the process. Without Demagol, where would she be? Without this moment, what would she have to boast? To claim? Was there anything left in the cosmos that was rightfully Rhailo's? Perhaps in some far reaches of the galaxy, there was a shred of salvation for the creature to seek, but it wasn't the time to dwell on future possibilities. Not when fate had dragged her here to be measured by the worth of her companionship, rather than the smooth talk and shady peddling she was otherwise known for.
The Auroun based his manhood with a messy gag, her mouth a closed seal while breath escaped through her nostrils with a rough pant. Her form was etched in pale light, a roseal decadence that seemed laced with lust. She embodied passion, that spark that beckoned the Mandalorian to throw caution to the wind for just one more taste; his tongue earned a cacophony of moans. Breathy, gagging sounds that sheathed his cock in slick saliva, paired with those almost inseparable lips siphoning at the length. To coax a reaction, or to simply drain him of his seed like a starved siren playing with her newest meal. It was a sucking, slurping ordeal with quick hands just as honed on working his circumference as they groped their digits around the male's shaft. Rhailo could pump and suck until she ran out of air- that was the benefit of this heated instinct. It was embedded in the fiber of her being. Demanding, like a voice in the farthest reaches of her consciousness that sang hymns of requited passion and security within Demagol's embrace.
Naturally, the Auroun wanted to feel more than a penetrating tongue ravaging her slathered cunt. Where her mouth worked, that was the throne she preferred, with strong hands ensuring Rhailo didn't get away while thoroughly used. Taken. Yet, even with thoughts of this nature buzzing around in the foreground, there was also a great many reasons to appreciate where she was perched. Her hips moved inwards to grind, riding Demagol's visage while clamped thighs hugged at her companions shoulders. When her rear dipped, she forced his tongue further inwards to lash and lap at the accumulating fluids as a thumb strummed to work her clit. With bucks and bowing rolls of her waist, Rhailo rode his hand with her cunt even as he reciprocated that ferocity she was caught up with. Two forms so different in genetic make up and physical appeal seemed almost magnetic to one another. Muscles complimented curves, and Rhailo's lips sucked longingly as she nursed the tip with messy, affectionate kisses.
Every word spoken reverberated through her sensitive slit, against the collection of coiled muscles fighting to push Demagol's adorations out. Forced to take the wanton advances of the meaty muscles, Rhailo was left writhing, her guttural purrs and whimpers of arousal stifled by the cock crammed down her throat. How merciless he was, ushering responses from his captive by setting her senses into overdrive. Every flick, every lick, every whisper and groan- these responses all grated against an ebbing will until the Auroun found a familiar static resonating from her mid section. The sensation pulled at her loins to tighten and flex inner walls, causing the bobbing of her head to falter along the Mandalorian length. Quaking, the woman seemed to lock up as a pulse of her orgasm seeped through her already hazy thoughts, igniting that frantic wash of spasm stealing pleasure. If strong hands hadn't kept her seated, the woman would have squirmed away while engulfed in carnal bliss.
When she came for him, Rhailo did so selfishly, using the male's features to enhance the stimulation. He would taste that hunger even as she was cock-choked and shuddering, messily embellishing his girth with slick saliva coating and the hum of her cries as they ripped from her throat. Seized as she was, it was a helpless position. Firmly planted, the Auroun was groping around Demagol's girth, pumping his thick cock even as her cunt earned star treatment from the hunter. What a beast he could be; the recesses of space must leave a man dwelling on his next lover often. Had Demagol thought of moments like these before they met, replacing Rhailo with the countenance of another more familiar female? All the things he could do, all the positions he could have someone in, if only there was a person to fill that vacancy...
And in some wild stroke of luck, Rhailo Destros sneaked into the Mandalorian's life without trying to. Gagging again, she forced herself to slam back down so her lips kissed the curl of his dark pubis while his member was enveloped by her weak vocals. A strange pair they made, but she was in league with the bizarre, and having Demagol just seemed to fit. He was making her fit him- fit into this transient lifestyle he led. Almost like her own drifting, but with purpose. Goals. All those accomplishments the woman had never thought to chase. Captive or not, Rhailo couldn't argue logic, and had no complaints with her position amongst foreign weaponry and a typically stoic bounty hunter.
If anything, she demanded to be accepted into this lifestyle, whether he was prepared for that responsibility or not.
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