[font=arial" size="1] Those words, the admittance, the little utterance of her urges overcoming her was savoring. Be it his lack of mercy toward the female, or that ever-consuming fissure which bore through him by way of passion, Demagol refused to stop. If anything, he went harder as the female was reaching the apex of her climb. An excuse could have been that he was repaying the female for her servitude while he fucked her senseless, but it was obvious in the back of his head that he was just doing it for selfish reasons. He continued because he wanted to keep feeling pleasure, because he wanted to make the female dissolve lower and lower until she accepted there was no other alternative, because even if she couldn’t stand the magnification of pleasure she would be forced to go through it for taunting him so. Was it justifiable? Demagol didn’t care. He didn’t need to justify anything that he did to the female. She simply had to accept it for what it was. He felt that was painfully apparent to the female by now though, the way he carried himself. His ways were without whim. He never pressed forth excuses, but instead produced results. One can’t argue with results. Even as she writhed against him in ecstasy there was no loosening in his grip, no fault in the way he held her so securely. She was his.
That grin never seemed to fade, as if he knew exactly what he was doing. Well, he did. This was that moment of weakness he had been waiting for. It was where the female’s body unhinged against him and she released all of her inner workings around that taut cock. He heard it, and by gods did he feel it. The way her innards convulsed and contracted around him so ruthlessly made it difficult for the Mandalorian to even contain himself at that point. To say he had complete control would have been foolish, pleasure had a way of grinding the sharpest of stones down to smooth pebbles. Such was his willpower to hold himself back. No, he had no shame. One couldn’t possibly think of shame when they were overwhelmed by things such as passion and lust. The forbearing sensations were like continuous waves crashing against the wall which was Demagol’s stamina. Was it the stamina of his muscles? No. Heaven’s no. He did not tire, not easily. It was the stamina of his cock. In every demanding second the two had shared he was perfectly capable and able, his body performing more than satisfactory for the duo. Though he was no actual machine, his body performed like one.
So when that zenith was reached and Rhailo pitched back in unforgiving pleasure, the Mandalorian went into what could be called overdrive. Her desperation would be met by savagery, indomitable endurance. Those hips of Demagol’s drilled upward again and again, forcing the female to literally ride every little second of her orgasm to its fullest potential. It was somewhat cruel to put her through such levels of pleasure, but that was the point. Hands gripped upon Rhailo’s body and refused to let her escape his hold, making it seem like she was his prisoner. In some twisted, pleasureful way, she was. The loudness, the clapping and sloshing as water battled the eloping duo. It was all noise which mixed in with those carnal thoughts circulating through their overwhelmed minds. He fed off the desperation, the final submission to their battle of passion. His celebration would be more than just the maximization of her pleasure, but of his own as well.
He couldn’t have predicted how suddenly his own building pleasure would stack upon itself. Directly in the middle of his forceful extension of the female’s orgasm he found himself suddenly tracing down the final moments of his own stable cohesion. But perhaps was the perfect time for him to submit to his own banked up pleasure? To join the female in her euphoria, her zenith, her ascension. Sharing such an experience could tip the balance, a true bonding of bodies. Not only that, but he could feel the female’s insides practically demanding that he fill her up. Such a demand could only be met with complete willingness at this point as Demagol showed in more ways that one that he was about to join her in that pleasure tsunami. Every concerning muscle on Demagol’s body tensed up and his grip became like a vice, keen on not letting the female go because of what was about to happen. That chest heaved heavily, muscled pectorals pushing against Rhailo’s plush breasts every time the Mandalorian inhaled. Even with that, the breaths were shaky and distorted, groans of enjoyment slipping from between Demagol’s lips while they were locked upon the Auroun’s. At the very peak of his climb Demagol finally succumbed to his urges.
Oh how she gripped him so mercilessly. Even if Demagol had not originally planned to cum in the female it was not like he had any choice in the matter at this point. She kept him buried so deeply inside of her, kneaded him with her walls at every single angle imaginable. Such a thing couldn’t be combated. It was like a surge in his body when he finally let himself release, overbearing sensations rippling through every fiber of his being and mind. His tongue retracted back in his mouth and he straightened his spine, shoulders seeming to almost lock in place at the same time. That mouth of his hung open somewhat as the succeeding groans became louder and louder. Each noise accompanied the spurted emptying of Demagol’s cock inside of Rhailo’s clutches. It was like she was pulling him inward at the same time, stroking and stroking him to coax every little drop of cum from his producing body. Oceanic optics were squeezed shut in this mess of glory, rolled back behind those eyelids which obscured them. Eventually he simply couldn’t help himself, and as he emptied the very last of his payload inside of the Auroun’s tight cunt he also used the wall behind him as support.
That barrage of kisses honestly caught him off guard just a little bit. Luckily he caught on sooner than later and attempted to return them just as messily as he received them. By a third party it probably would have been a humorous spectacle, but between those two it was just a demonstration of how powerfully their sensations and impulses had moved them. To better support the female, Demagol slid his snaked arm downward and hooked it around her waist. That dwindling strength of his held her to him with what reserves he had left. In this game he had won. In every way he was concerned with. To say that he had earned her devotion was a longshot, he knew that much for sure. But this would definitely not part from the female’s mind or memories and that was good enough for the Mandalorian for now. Still, as he came off of that pleasure-induced high his own thoughts came creeping back. They coalesced in his mind, reminding him of the circumstances at hand.
To the victor go the spoils. And he would definitely remain the victor.
That grin never seemed to fade, as if he knew exactly what he was doing. Well, he did. This was that moment of weakness he had been waiting for. It was where the female’s body unhinged against him and she released all of her inner workings around that taut cock. He heard it, and by gods did he feel it. The way her innards convulsed and contracted around him so ruthlessly made it difficult for the Mandalorian to even contain himself at that point. To say he had complete control would have been foolish, pleasure had a way of grinding the sharpest of stones down to smooth pebbles. Such was his willpower to hold himself back. No, he had no shame. One couldn’t possibly think of shame when they were overwhelmed by things such as passion and lust. The forbearing sensations were like continuous waves crashing against the wall which was Demagol’s stamina. Was it the stamina of his muscles? No. Heaven’s no. He did not tire, not easily. It was the stamina of his cock. In every demanding second the two had shared he was perfectly capable and able, his body performing more than satisfactory for the duo. Though he was no actual machine, his body performed like one.
So when that zenith was reached and Rhailo pitched back in unforgiving pleasure, the Mandalorian went into what could be called overdrive. Her desperation would be met by savagery, indomitable endurance. Those hips of Demagol’s drilled upward again and again, forcing the female to literally ride every little second of her orgasm to its fullest potential. It was somewhat cruel to put her through such levels of pleasure, but that was the point. Hands gripped upon Rhailo’s body and refused to let her escape his hold, making it seem like she was his prisoner. In some twisted, pleasureful way, she was. The loudness, the clapping and sloshing as water battled the eloping duo. It was all noise which mixed in with those carnal thoughts circulating through their overwhelmed minds. He fed off the desperation, the final submission to their battle of passion. His celebration would be more than just the maximization of her pleasure, but of his own as well.
He couldn’t have predicted how suddenly his own building pleasure would stack upon itself. Directly in the middle of his forceful extension of the female’s orgasm he found himself suddenly tracing down the final moments of his own stable cohesion. But perhaps was the perfect time for him to submit to his own banked up pleasure? To join the female in her euphoria, her zenith, her ascension. Sharing such an experience could tip the balance, a true bonding of bodies. Not only that, but he could feel the female’s insides practically demanding that he fill her up. Such a demand could only be met with complete willingness at this point as Demagol showed in more ways that one that he was about to join her in that pleasure tsunami. Every concerning muscle on Demagol’s body tensed up and his grip became like a vice, keen on not letting the female go because of what was about to happen. That chest heaved heavily, muscled pectorals pushing against Rhailo’s plush breasts every time the Mandalorian inhaled. Even with that, the breaths were shaky and distorted, groans of enjoyment slipping from between Demagol’s lips while they were locked upon the Auroun’s. At the very peak of his climb Demagol finally succumbed to his urges.
Oh how she gripped him so mercilessly. Even if Demagol had not originally planned to cum in the female it was not like he had any choice in the matter at this point. She kept him buried so deeply inside of her, kneaded him with her walls at every single angle imaginable. Such a thing couldn’t be combated. It was like a surge in his body when he finally let himself release, overbearing sensations rippling through every fiber of his being and mind. His tongue retracted back in his mouth and he straightened his spine, shoulders seeming to almost lock in place at the same time. That mouth of his hung open somewhat as the succeeding groans became louder and louder. Each noise accompanied the spurted emptying of Demagol’s cock inside of Rhailo’s clutches. It was like she was pulling him inward at the same time, stroking and stroking him to coax every little drop of cum from his producing body. Oceanic optics were squeezed shut in this mess of glory, rolled back behind those eyelids which obscured them. Eventually he simply couldn’t help himself, and as he emptied the very last of his payload inside of the Auroun’s tight cunt he also used the wall behind him as support.
That barrage of kisses honestly caught him off guard just a little bit. Luckily he caught on sooner than later and attempted to return them just as messily as he received them. By a third party it probably would have been a humorous spectacle, but between those two it was just a demonstration of how powerfully their sensations and impulses had moved them. To better support the female, Demagol slid his snaked arm downward and hooked it around her waist. That dwindling strength of his held her to him with what reserves he had left. In this game he had won. In every way he was concerned with. To say that he had earned her devotion was a longshot, he knew that much for sure. But this would definitely not part from the female’s mind or memories and that was good enough for the Mandalorian for now. Still, as he came off of that pleasure-induced high his own thoughts came creeping back. They coalesced in his mind, reminding him of the circumstances at hand.
To the victor go the spoils. And he would definitely remain the victor.
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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