<img style="avatar" src="http://i.imgur.com/FXQBglf.png" style="max-width:25%;float:right;margin:0 0 18px 18px;]Floating through the cosmos had a way of dragging out long forgotten fears in a manner that drew attention from any abruptness in their actions. One needn't rectify what had occurred, but should viewers find themselves confused over why such things were meant to be, they need only to follow the bread crumbs. Rhailo Destros was a survivor scorned, lost in a sea of faces who watched disapprovingly; souls searching for one that was like her, but not quite her. As she had been told once or twice before meeting Demagol, she was the outlet for 'pick-up-and-go fun' before a man thought he was ready to settle down. Noncommittal, party types. Her type, some of the time. The Auroun felt timid as she seeped pleasured juices across a hungry tongue, and her figure quaked weakly as the Mandalorian's thumb forced the woman to ride her partner's visage through wave after wave of spasm inducing climax. There was a feeling entwined with the orgasm; a sense of weightless ambiguousness. At some point, it may have very well been torturous for the creature choking pleas around the head of Demagol's cock, but in an almost intimidating way, she was kept silenced.
Just a few muffled moans to reverberate around the crown of her companion's member, a sloppy shine of saliva glazing taut flesh where he proceeded to fuck her throat. Rhailo came until she couldn't physically continue, and then felt the peak of a second series of shuddering sentiments encompass her senses. At this point, moonlit locks were grabbed, and Rhailo was pulled away from her task, dribbling spit and tears as ropey lines were severed, and she was openly panting through whimpered whispers. Pale hues showed their luminance as they blinked down at the hunter, and for the briefest second, she met his gaze through a hazy stain of tears. Rhailo's lips parted as she was settled into Demagol's lap, her ass cheeks spreading while those same strong hand's of the male dragged her body low against his muscled waist. The twitch of his cock sliding against her folds caused the Auroun to tense, but Demagol had no intention of waiting for her to relax, and she found herself heaved upwards to grant him access.
As tight as she had been previously, Rhailo's still sensitive cunt swallowed the Mandalorian's sex in slick, arcing display. Back bending, hands gripping at her own thighs for support, the creature exhaled a moan as every inch made inner walls expand, the muscles tensely attempting to return to their previous shape as they encompassed the foreign appendage. Molded over his girth, wrapped in their delicious embrace even while the woman above struggled against her captor. It was, in some ways, endearing how she cried; her melodrama staged and standard. She wouldn't fuck Demagol if she didn't wish to, and there were several reasons she could think about concerning why he may have been untouchable. As a stroke of luck, she was easily coaxed into keeping him company despite potential problems in times to come.
One without company finds it easiest to settle with someone outside their normal type. Demagol was far larger than those Rhailo had been with in the past, his stature and structure enticing because it seemed so mysterious. He didn't speak, or seem to make small talk, without prompting. He looked her in the eyes when he spoke to her. He demanded things she had never expected others to want, and he asked for things she hadn't thought herself capable of giving. Now she was held in possessive captivity by someone she thought about growing close to, even if it meant setting herself up for indefinite failure. Rhailo secretly enjoyed being kept- part of the attraction to Demagol stemmed from his purchase. He was, in honest terms, the keeper of her contract. He owned her.
What that might evolve into, she didn't know. The fact was only lingered upon because it turned her on, and while a pace was set for their thrusting conjoining, the Auroun shamelessly drifted over what being owned meant. Collared, instructed; a certain level of obedience. A tinge of fear mixed with an almost overwhelming sense of arousal. Her lips lost in limbo, half aware they were being kissed, and the taste of sweet fluids was licked away by her flickering tongue. Swirling back from tracing the outline of the male's incisors, their kiss broke so Rhailo could messily pant and breath a series of quiet, needy moans. Demagol took to speaking through his grunts, growling a message that made her stomach muscles seize once more in desperate response as if he was reading her mind, and the dictation given couldn't be any more accurate than how it was presented then.
When he first made these claims, Rhailo had been unsure. Now, in the heat of the moment, everything was starting to change. To adapt. Emotions were no longer strained, and the burn out of Nar Shaddaa was becoming a distant memory. Without the weight of suffocating stress to bog down the finer details of their relationship, agreeing with Demagol was easy. Incredibly so. "I'm yours." A simple sound to pass through cracked lips, ushered between the audible lull of throaty moans. "Cum for me, Dema..." Rhailo's hips rolled into their gyrations, working in as confined a space as they could each time she was based. Squeezing his cock as the constriction of wanton ligature aimed to milk him for every drop of his seed. In this way, she could be needy as well. Spoiled. Expectant that the hunter would appease this desire by pumping her full of his hot load; he would use her to get off.
Rhailo tightened the grip of her thighs where they hugged Demagol's hips, pulling herself inwards as the swell of another orgasm blossomed from the pit of her stomach. Her lower abdomen ached from previous contractions, but the wash of numbing pleasure seemed enough to cause the Auroun irrevocable tension through a strangling struggle of undulating muscles. Her ass planted itself firm against the hunter's groin, forcing Demagol to feel every strained movement smothering his buried cock, with Rhailo anchored where she was held. Her figure locked up, rigid in some sense with her spine curving to make space between herself and the male. How many times would she cum all over the head of his cock before he grew tired of her? Fears for another time. Her mind had room for very little besides the act itself, and even that was a blur of shapes and motion. Her eyes closed to chase away residual tears in attempts to hone her focus, a delicate mouth left blindly sharing cooed praise between them.
"Cum for me, Daddy- I wanna feel you fill me up..." Rhailo couldn't help leaning back in to whisper at the Mandalorian's ear, "I've been such a naughty slut for you, haven't I?"
Just a few muffled moans to reverberate around the crown of her companion's member, a sloppy shine of saliva glazing taut flesh where he proceeded to fuck her throat. Rhailo came until she couldn't physically continue, and then felt the peak of a second series of shuddering sentiments encompass her senses. At this point, moonlit locks were grabbed, and Rhailo was pulled away from her task, dribbling spit and tears as ropey lines were severed, and she was openly panting through whimpered whispers. Pale hues showed their luminance as they blinked down at the hunter, and for the briefest second, she met his gaze through a hazy stain of tears. Rhailo's lips parted as she was settled into Demagol's lap, her ass cheeks spreading while those same strong hand's of the male dragged her body low against his muscled waist. The twitch of his cock sliding against her folds caused the Auroun to tense, but Demagol had no intention of waiting for her to relax, and she found herself heaved upwards to grant him access.
As tight as she had been previously, Rhailo's still sensitive cunt swallowed the Mandalorian's sex in slick, arcing display. Back bending, hands gripping at her own thighs for support, the creature exhaled a moan as every inch made inner walls expand, the muscles tensely attempting to return to their previous shape as they encompassed the foreign appendage. Molded over his girth, wrapped in their delicious embrace even while the woman above struggled against her captor. It was, in some ways, endearing how she cried; her melodrama staged and standard. She wouldn't fuck Demagol if she didn't wish to, and there were several reasons she could think about concerning why he may have been untouchable. As a stroke of luck, she was easily coaxed into keeping him company despite potential problems in times to come.
One without company finds it easiest to settle with someone outside their normal type. Demagol was far larger than those Rhailo had been with in the past, his stature and structure enticing because it seemed so mysterious. He didn't speak, or seem to make small talk, without prompting. He looked her in the eyes when he spoke to her. He demanded things she had never expected others to want, and he asked for things she hadn't thought herself capable of giving. Now she was held in possessive captivity by someone she thought about growing close to, even if it meant setting herself up for indefinite failure. Rhailo secretly enjoyed being kept- part of the attraction to Demagol stemmed from his purchase. He was, in honest terms, the keeper of her contract. He owned her.
What that might evolve into, she didn't know. The fact was only lingered upon because it turned her on, and while a pace was set for their thrusting conjoining, the Auroun shamelessly drifted over what being owned meant. Collared, instructed; a certain level of obedience. A tinge of fear mixed with an almost overwhelming sense of arousal. Her lips lost in limbo, half aware they were being kissed, and the taste of sweet fluids was licked away by her flickering tongue. Swirling back from tracing the outline of the male's incisors, their kiss broke so Rhailo could messily pant and breath a series of quiet, needy moans. Demagol took to speaking through his grunts, growling a message that made her stomach muscles seize once more in desperate response as if he was reading her mind, and the dictation given couldn't be any more accurate than how it was presented then.
When he first made these claims, Rhailo had been unsure. Now, in the heat of the moment, everything was starting to change. To adapt. Emotions were no longer strained, and the burn out of Nar Shaddaa was becoming a distant memory. Without the weight of suffocating stress to bog down the finer details of their relationship, agreeing with Demagol was easy. Incredibly so. "I'm yours." A simple sound to pass through cracked lips, ushered between the audible lull of throaty moans. "Cum for me, Dema..." Rhailo's hips rolled into their gyrations, working in as confined a space as they could each time she was based. Squeezing his cock as the constriction of wanton ligature aimed to milk him for every drop of his seed. In this way, she could be needy as well. Spoiled. Expectant that the hunter would appease this desire by pumping her full of his hot load; he would use her to get off.
Rhailo tightened the grip of her thighs where they hugged Demagol's hips, pulling herself inwards as the swell of another orgasm blossomed from the pit of her stomach. Her lower abdomen ached from previous contractions, but the wash of numbing pleasure seemed enough to cause the Auroun irrevocable tension through a strangling struggle of undulating muscles. Her ass planted itself firm against the hunter's groin, forcing Demagol to feel every strained movement smothering his buried cock, with Rhailo anchored where she was held. Her figure locked up, rigid in some sense with her spine curving to make space between herself and the male. How many times would she cum all over the head of his cock before he grew tired of her? Fears for another time. Her mind had room for very little besides the act itself, and even that was a blur of shapes and motion. Her eyes closed to chase away residual tears in attempts to hone her focus, a delicate mouth left blindly sharing cooed praise between them.
"Cum for me, Daddy- I wanna feel you fill me up..." Rhailo couldn't help leaning back in to whisper at the Mandalorian's ear, "I've been such a naughty slut for you, haven't I?"
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