[font=arial" size="1] These flares which pended in Demagol’s insides only grew hotter as the scene grew more and more carnal. While the female was correct to assume the code of Mandalorian ethics, it was inevitable to accept that Demagol had literally bought her. Her life was his. He would use it as he desired, and right now, he wanted to fuck her. The state only grew more demanding of Demagol and his mindset, his body. The tightness was something to revel at, the way she gripped and squeezed at him mercilessly. No matter how much she tightened herself around him however, he would not relent. Each succeeding stroke that followed the last was just as strong, if not stronger. There was humor to be found in the situation, even in the pure lustful nature of it. She had taunted him again. This woman simply adored testing the Mandalorian’s bounds, though she had honestly only scratched the surface on what the bounty hunter was capable of.
That taunt in particular was met only with force and ferocity, as Demagol’s thrusts thereafter reflected more of his innate ability. One of his knees forcibly spread the female’s legs farther apart and he brought that slack hand forward with sudden tension. The clash of flattened palm against wet plump asscheek was extremely loud and caused a ripple to travel all the way across Rhailo’s ass. A grin was apparent on Demagol’s expression, knowing that such an action would not only make the female cry out in pain, surprise, and pleasure, but also make her tense even tighter around his demanding cock. Such a feeling was more than worth experiencing, even if it were in a somewhat selfish nature. The Mandalorian was otherwise apathetic, a passionate look in his eyes to accompany his motions.
“Oh.. I have only just begun..” The words rang true, and with the company of a smirk. For a period of time he continued to thrust the female up against the wall, hand which spanked her guiding its way up her ass, to her hip and eventually up along her side. Demagol couldn’t help that he wanted to be adventurous with the female right now. That same hand slipped up to the female’s chest and groped one of her supple breasts, pulling her back from the wall enough so that every recoil from the thrust wouldn’t smash her whole body forward, and instead upward. He thrived off of the noises the female made, no matter how subtle they were. It gave him incentive, desire. That same feeling caused him to be intoxicated by the lust the two of them shared, which only stacked upon itself as their bodies bonded.
Just as the two of them appeared to be getting comfortable in their position, Demagol changed the situation up again. Strong arms whirled Rhailo around so that she was facing the Mandalorian once more, then force her back against the wall and slide her up it. Muscles visibly tensed and flexed while he lifted her up enough so that her groin resided above his own. The way down for the both of them was tantalizingly slow, but eventually the meaty head of Demagol’s cock forced its way back into the female’s nether regions. Both of the Mandalorian’s hands were wrapped around the female’s ass, seeming to hold her up in an effortless manner. At the same moment he captured the female’s lips with his own again. This kiss was more demanding than the last, and Demagol invaded the Auroun’s mouth with his tongue, exploring the insides of such. There was a grin on his face and his eyes were closed, his hips bucking her up again and again, without pause. There were no attempts to hold back the pleasured noises which knotted in his chest, the female felt incredible wrapped around his solid length. For now she was above him, until every time she was about to sink to the very base of his cock, only to be sent all the way back up to the very head. It was a powerful process which made the female use both Demagol and the wall behind her for support.
Steam was cascading out of the shower and filling up the room, making it almost like a sauna in the refined space. Little droplets of water collected on both of their bodies even when the shower’s water wasn’t hitting them directly. The wetness caused their bodies to glide against one another with little to friction at all, smooth flesh brushing together. Energy was of no concern to the Mandalorian, as endurance was something that he constantly worked on every day of his life. In situations like these, it came to shine. He would not tire easily, and more than likely the female’s body would buckle underneath his assail before he felt the effects of their lustful makings. He pressed on still, the definition of his body giving the female an uncountable number of places to hold onto. His back and shoulders were like a miniature rock wall, easy to grip and scale. While Demagol used Rhailo’s body for his selfish desires he could only think of his future interactions with the female, how much more he would fuck her. Perhaps every day, if he wanted. Normally he wasn’t one to be forceful, but this female also seemed to enjoy taunting him on a multiple of occasions.
With his tongue in the female’s mouth he takes control of such and her slippery cunt at the same time, his cock forcing those ever-tight walls to expand as much as he needed them to. With Demagol, there was no pausing for breaks. There were no breathers. This was a ride the female was going to be forced to endure until the Mandalorian was finished with her. Maybe then could she cling onto him in desperation and rest.
That taunt in particular was met only with force and ferocity, as Demagol’s thrusts thereafter reflected more of his innate ability. One of his knees forcibly spread the female’s legs farther apart and he brought that slack hand forward with sudden tension. The clash of flattened palm against wet plump asscheek was extremely loud and caused a ripple to travel all the way across Rhailo’s ass. A grin was apparent on Demagol’s expression, knowing that such an action would not only make the female cry out in pain, surprise, and pleasure, but also make her tense even tighter around his demanding cock. Such a feeling was more than worth experiencing, even if it were in a somewhat selfish nature. The Mandalorian was otherwise apathetic, a passionate look in his eyes to accompany his motions.
“Oh.. I have only just begun..” The words rang true, and with the company of a smirk. For a period of time he continued to thrust the female up against the wall, hand which spanked her guiding its way up her ass, to her hip and eventually up along her side. Demagol couldn’t help that he wanted to be adventurous with the female right now. That same hand slipped up to the female’s chest and groped one of her supple breasts, pulling her back from the wall enough so that every recoil from the thrust wouldn’t smash her whole body forward, and instead upward. He thrived off of the noises the female made, no matter how subtle they were. It gave him incentive, desire. That same feeling caused him to be intoxicated by the lust the two of them shared, which only stacked upon itself as their bodies bonded.
Just as the two of them appeared to be getting comfortable in their position, Demagol changed the situation up again. Strong arms whirled Rhailo around so that she was facing the Mandalorian once more, then force her back against the wall and slide her up it. Muscles visibly tensed and flexed while he lifted her up enough so that her groin resided above his own. The way down for the both of them was tantalizingly slow, but eventually the meaty head of Demagol’s cock forced its way back into the female’s nether regions. Both of the Mandalorian’s hands were wrapped around the female’s ass, seeming to hold her up in an effortless manner. At the same moment he captured the female’s lips with his own again. This kiss was more demanding than the last, and Demagol invaded the Auroun’s mouth with his tongue, exploring the insides of such. There was a grin on his face and his eyes were closed, his hips bucking her up again and again, without pause. There were no attempts to hold back the pleasured noises which knotted in his chest, the female felt incredible wrapped around his solid length. For now she was above him, until every time she was about to sink to the very base of his cock, only to be sent all the way back up to the very head. It was a powerful process which made the female use both Demagol and the wall behind her for support.
Steam was cascading out of the shower and filling up the room, making it almost like a sauna in the refined space. Little droplets of water collected on both of their bodies even when the shower’s water wasn’t hitting them directly. The wetness caused their bodies to glide against one another with little to friction at all, smooth flesh brushing together. Energy was of no concern to the Mandalorian, as endurance was something that he constantly worked on every day of his life. In situations like these, it came to shine. He would not tire easily, and more than likely the female’s body would buckle underneath his assail before he felt the effects of their lustful makings. He pressed on still, the definition of his body giving the female an uncountable number of places to hold onto. His back and shoulders were like a miniature rock wall, easy to grip and scale. While Demagol used Rhailo’s body for his selfish desires he could only think of his future interactions with the female, how much more he would fuck her. Perhaps every day, if he wanted. Normally he wasn’t one to be forceful, but this female also seemed to enjoy taunting him on a multiple of occasions.
With his tongue in the female’s mouth he takes control of such and her slippery cunt at the same time, his cock forcing those ever-tight walls to expand as much as he needed them to. With Demagol, there was no pausing for breaks. There were no breathers. This was a ride the female was going to be forced to endure until the Mandalorian was finished with her. Maybe then could she cling onto him in desperation and rest.
Forever?
Oh, my darling,
If only you could see what war has done to me.
Oh, my darling,
If only you could see what war has done to me.
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