The rush... It was blinding. Rhailo couldn't keep her eyes open through the electrifying tendrils of sensation he manifested through thrusts, though she didn't want him to stop. Every wayward jacking of hips brought a new surge of feverish desire and earned a plethora of emitted whimpers and gasping heaves from the Auroun. How could she have let this become of her, a tangled mess of limbs dependent on the throbbing cock her body engulfed? As though she was puppeted, coerced into suffering every small death of ecstasy for his amusement. His approval. Having underestimated his prowess initially meant the repercussions were severe, and Rhailo rode his lap in utter complacency, save for her inner workings that fought life and limb to choke the head of his manhood with thirsty moistened muscles.
She would milk him for every drop.
When Demagol hit his climax, the woman was still riding her own waves of fulfillment, and the added addition of spurting warmth seemed to drive her mad. Wiggling, her lower half ground to base his cock so his seed had no choice but to squeeze out in a messy display. She was just too tight, and he was too willing to fill her with gush after gush of cum. Inclined against the wall for the last time, he could barely manage to stay on his feet when he was finished, yet the Mandalorian continued to kiss and pant his adorations for the Auroun. Of course she wouldn't forget this any time soon, there was too much to dwell on. Every glimpse of his tense, taut figure made her ache with desire-- But Rhailo's mind was clearing with every passing breath, and when the bucking of his hips slowed to nothing more than reminisce flexing of coated walls settling to mold his member, she was freed from her trance.
Slowly, Rhailo's milky hues opened to gaze over his face, her own a flush of roseate from the heat of the shower. Where she once pulled at his hair, the digits simply stroked the mat of ebony in absent affection. One hand slipped to palm his cheek with the scar, and with her thumb grazing the damaged tissue, the Auroun remarked, "That must have hurt..." In a way, she wanted to hear his story. It seemed natural to learn as much as she could, even when he seemed too wild for such pillow talk. The woman half expected to be dropped in a messy pile beneath them, discarded now that Demagol had satisfied carnal instincts. it was a question she would return to now that her senses ceased to be corrupted by thunderous pumps. Everything beyond the shower stall returned to focus; their situation was suddenly real again.
What did he think of her?
Pulling back the hand on the male's face, Rhailo shoved back damp locks to anchor them behind her ears. Piercings of titanium lined their cartilage, right up to the pointed tips, uniform in a small hooped appearance. Dancing her attention over the series of tattoos closest, the Auroun tilted her chin off towards the door, hinting towards the bedroom. "Can we, uh.. Go to bed?" In the act, the water had been invigorating, and there was a sort of craven longing to be under the shower head while her partner's intentions were entirely unclean. In some ways, Rhailo felt unclean for partaking in it, but she hadn't been given much in the way of choice, had she? Her forehead bowed and a sigh escaped partially parted lips, indicating something similar to frustration. It could easily been seen as fatigue, as they had been busy for hours, and it all was catching up to the Auroun.
Features came to rest on Demagol's shoulder, dipping so her mouth remained over the outline of his collar bone. "I just want to sleep. Can we please just go lay down? You can fuck me there if you're still keen, but.." Rhailo practically wilted in his embrace, opposing his strength with a show of delicacy he likely wasn't used to dealing with. For all that bulk and tone he possessed, the woman was a body of soft curves and smooth flesh. No scars to speak of, no definition attempting to steal the stage from her delectable sex appeal. Even then, after all their pair had done, her body seemed to ooze promises of future deviance. One could never be entirely sure when it came to Rhailo Destros' motives.
Her mind was elsewhere. Circling her options. It sought answers to questions the Auroun wouldn't dare ask the man cradling her, as she feared his reaction. How could she get away from him? Was there any way she would be able to sneak away while he was sleeping? Where did he keep his gun? Rhailo could remember where the armor had been set neatly, and in that, she knew the firearm would be near the collective. But.. No, she couldn't see using it on him, even if it meant being forced to stay 'under his protection' until a later date. What she said previously, she had meant. Exhaustion was a serious concern of hers, especially after the evening of energy expulsion. Rare had there been a time the woman had been forced to use that many abilities in one chase, let alone in the time frame of a few hours.
The advantage of having a suit seemed all the more unfair in retrospect. There was no challenge in showing up to a knife fight with a tank. A frown found it's way to lush lips, though she doubted Demagol would even notice. Likely, he was too busy mentally patting himself on the back for how well their night had turned out. First, he downed the exalted Jaxisher Dynasty with nothing more than a forgettable wound that took barely anything to heal. Then, he purchased himself a slave. Finally, to add insult to the injury he caused poor Rhailo's ego, he fucked her. Without asking. The Mandalorian had no tact what-so-ever, and her sculpted brows knit at her recollections.
What a cocky bastard.
She would milk him for every drop.
When Demagol hit his climax, the woman was still riding her own waves of fulfillment, and the added addition of spurting warmth seemed to drive her mad. Wiggling, her lower half ground to base his cock so his seed had no choice but to squeeze out in a messy display. She was just too tight, and he was too willing to fill her with gush after gush of cum. Inclined against the wall for the last time, he could barely manage to stay on his feet when he was finished, yet the Mandalorian continued to kiss and pant his adorations for the Auroun. Of course she wouldn't forget this any time soon, there was too much to dwell on. Every glimpse of his tense, taut figure made her ache with desire-- But Rhailo's mind was clearing with every passing breath, and when the bucking of his hips slowed to nothing more than reminisce flexing of coated walls settling to mold his member, she was freed from her trance.
Slowly, Rhailo's milky hues opened to gaze over his face, her own a flush of roseate from the heat of the shower. Where she once pulled at his hair, the digits simply stroked the mat of ebony in absent affection. One hand slipped to palm his cheek with the scar, and with her thumb grazing the damaged tissue, the Auroun remarked, "That must have hurt..." In a way, she wanted to hear his story. It seemed natural to learn as much as she could, even when he seemed too wild for such pillow talk. The woman half expected to be dropped in a messy pile beneath them, discarded now that Demagol had satisfied carnal instincts. it was a question she would return to now that her senses ceased to be corrupted by thunderous pumps. Everything beyond the shower stall returned to focus; their situation was suddenly real again.
What did he think of her?
Pulling back the hand on the male's face, Rhailo shoved back damp locks to anchor them behind her ears. Piercings of titanium lined their cartilage, right up to the pointed tips, uniform in a small hooped appearance. Dancing her attention over the series of tattoos closest, the Auroun tilted her chin off towards the door, hinting towards the bedroom. "Can we, uh.. Go to bed?" In the act, the water had been invigorating, and there was a sort of craven longing to be under the shower head while her partner's intentions were entirely unclean. In some ways, Rhailo felt unclean for partaking in it, but she hadn't been given much in the way of choice, had she? Her forehead bowed and a sigh escaped partially parted lips, indicating something similar to frustration. It could easily been seen as fatigue, as they had been busy for hours, and it all was catching up to the Auroun.
Features came to rest on Demagol's shoulder, dipping so her mouth remained over the outline of his collar bone. "I just want to sleep. Can we please just go lay down? You can fuck me there if you're still keen, but.." Rhailo practically wilted in his embrace, opposing his strength with a show of delicacy he likely wasn't used to dealing with. For all that bulk and tone he possessed, the woman was a body of soft curves and smooth flesh. No scars to speak of, no definition attempting to steal the stage from her delectable sex appeal. Even then, after all their pair had done, her body seemed to ooze promises of future deviance. One could never be entirely sure when it came to Rhailo Destros' motives.
Her mind was elsewhere. Circling her options. It sought answers to questions the Auroun wouldn't dare ask the man cradling her, as she feared his reaction. How could she get away from him? Was there any way she would be able to sneak away while he was sleeping? Where did he keep his gun? Rhailo could remember where the armor had been set neatly, and in that, she knew the firearm would be near the collective. But.. No, she couldn't see using it on him, even if it meant being forced to stay 'under his protection' until a later date. What she said previously, she had meant. Exhaustion was a serious concern of hers, especially after the evening of energy expulsion. Rare had there been a time the woman had been forced to use that many abilities in one chase, let alone in the time frame of a few hours.
The advantage of having a suit seemed all the more unfair in retrospect. There was no challenge in showing up to a knife fight with a tank. A frown found it's way to lush lips, though she doubted Demagol would even notice. Likely, he was too busy mentally patting himself on the back for how well their night had turned out. First, he downed the exalted Jaxisher Dynasty with nothing more than a forgettable wound that took barely anything to heal. Then, he purchased himself a slave. Finally, to add insult to the injury he caused poor Rhailo's ego, he fucked her. Without asking. The Mandalorian had no tact what-so-ever, and her sculpted brows knit at her recollections.
What a cocky bastard.
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