<img style="avatar" src="http://i.imgur.com/FXQBglf.png" style="max-width:25%;float:right;margin:0 0 18px 18px;]Rhailo was in heat.
This was one of the many reasons her ass refused to stop it's slow grind against the tight fabric keeping Demagol from taking her as he had in the shower. It wasn't even a conscious action, but one that came through carnal needs ingrained in her genetics. Call it the season for such debauchery, but every second he remained within short distance, the Auroun was finding herself more aroused. Perhaps she could have overcome the feelings after a moment of clarity, but this wasn't permitted, as digits dragged between her breasts languidly in ascension. Pushing against the mounds of shapely flesh in his efforts to move her features, the woman panted weakly and braced for what she thought might be another throat related episode. Only, this time, it wasn't anything so violent. On the contrary, lips moved inwards and brought a kiss down that she immediately lost herself in. Nipples peaked and legs shifted restlessly, sparking a newfound desire that wasn't quite so easy to smother.
Oh, how she wanted to taste him...
No. No, she wanted to express gratitude and something else. A feeling akin to lust, but not so... Lusty. Rhailo didn't know the feeling, but it was nagging at her thoughts with the continuation of the kiss. Her lips would part only slightly to allow her tongue space to move, to caress against his mouth to sate that desire growing in the pit of her stomach. Damn it all. He was being endearing, and all the Auroun could do was lower one of her hand achingly slow to squeeze between her tight thighs. There it sat, waiting, hesitant if he would allow her to even continue with the plan. But the more he pressed and pushed, the warmer she burned, and the inevitable came as her eager digits ran against newly slick folds. Gods, he got her so wet, it was almost unfair. The touching was discreet, perhaps missed through the duration of the kiss, but when Demagol broke free from Rhailo, her flushed face seemed to give her away.
Caught in the act.
Rhailo stopped her idle grazing, though one finger remained pressed between her slit, nestled mischievously over her clit. If she was quick, she could make up some excuse for her behavior, but there really wasn't anything that came to mind. Not when she met his gaze and saw it as sultry, rather than sleepy. The need to taste him returned, hunger for more than just his arm around her body demanding she do something. Anything to make him reciprocate the feelings. Why couldn't he just do what he had done before, and take her? Blinking a few times, the Auroun finally gathered her now coated finger from where it had been gathering juices. Without pause, it was lifted to run against his lips, prying them apart so he could taste her excitement. In that moment, Rhailo knew this was another way to push his buttons, but it had to happen. This wasn't done out of spite or malice. She didn't mean to make him suffer. Really, she just wanted him, and nothing he did made it any easier to wipe her mind clean of such thoughts.
"You could like me now.." The message was breathed, her voice a strange mingle of desire and desperation, smoky between panting inhales. "You did before, didn't you? So, you could again." Her other hand traveled along Demagol's side before it snaked inwards to rest over his sex, teasing the digits against the outline of his potential erection. Something behind her white hues flared to life, expressing a sense of longing he would soon some to realize was ingrained in her very being. An Auroun's libido was nothing to wave off. She had real instinctual demands that needed satisfying, and in him, she saw the means to find release. The palm against his covered shaft ran the body in slow strokes, only gripping when her fingers were able to wrap the head in her embrace. To feel him pulse against her hold made the woman all the more wanton. Her boldness wasn't natural, but somehow, when the need was so dire, it brought an entirely new sense of self over the creature.
"I want you so badly.." Rhailo admitted as her ass came to replace the affections of her hand, cheeks spreading so his cock could fit between them. "I know you want me too. I know it." Bliss would come when the demands of her cunt weren't screaming their reverberating pulses. Over and over. Fuck me. With the Mandalorian so close, it was almost implied he should already be doing as such, but Rhailo continued trying to persuade him. To make him see he wanted her, just as much as the woman wanted him; maybe even more. "I'm your property, right? You can do what you want with me.." The Auroun had no idea if that angle would work better than any other she had thrown out in her struggles, but perhaps it would strike the right cord and Demagol would left his guard down again. If the kiss was any inclination to his wants and desires, she was offering the male a whole new experience.
Just to be taken again by the rough, wild hands of her captor. In a sick way, she didn't want him tamed then. Just passionate. Lost in his reactions. Feral. All those scars and tattoos, every rippling muscle and rough limb. Slowly, Rhailo's eyes closed and she released a breathy sigh while her ass dragged his length teasingly between plump cheeks. "Please.."
This was one of the many reasons her ass refused to stop it's slow grind against the tight fabric keeping Demagol from taking her as he had in the shower. It wasn't even a conscious action, but one that came through carnal needs ingrained in her genetics. Call it the season for such debauchery, but every second he remained within short distance, the Auroun was finding herself more aroused. Perhaps she could have overcome the feelings after a moment of clarity, but this wasn't permitted, as digits dragged between her breasts languidly in ascension. Pushing against the mounds of shapely flesh in his efforts to move her features, the woman panted weakly and braced for what she thought might be another throat related episode. Only, this time, it wasn't anything so violent. On the contrary, lips moved inwards and brought a kiss down that she immediately lost herself in. Nipples peaked and legs shifted restlessly, sparking a newfound desire that wasn't quite so easy to smother.
Oh, how she wanted to taste him...
No. No, she wanted to express gratitude and something else. A feeling akin to lust, but not so... Lusty. Rhailo didn't know the feeling, but it was nagging at her thoughts with the continuation of the kiss. Her lips would part only slightly to allow her tongue space to move, to caress against his mouth to sate that desire growing in the pit of her stomach. Damn it all. He was being endearing, and all the Auroun could do was lower one of her hand achingly slow to squeeze between her tight thighs. There it sat, waiting, hesitant if he would allow her to even continue with the plan. But the more he pressed and pushed, the warmer she burned, and the inevitable came as her eager digits ran against newly slick folds. Gods, he got her so wet, it was almost unfair. The touching was discreet, perhaps missed through the duration of the kiss, but when Demagol broke free from Rhailo, her flushed face seemed to give her away.
Caught in the act.
Rhailo stopped her idle grazing, though one finger remained pressed between her slit, nestled mischievously over her clit. If she was quick, she could make up some excuse for her behavior, but there really wasn't anything that came to mind. Not when she met his gaze and saw it as sultry, rather than sleepy. The need to taste him returned, hunger for more than just his arm around her body demanding she do something. Anything to make him reciprocate the feelings. Why couldn't he just do what he had done before, and take her? Blinking a few times, the Auroun finally gathered her now coated finger from where it had been gathering juices. Without pause, it was lifted to run against his lips, prying them apart so he could taste her excitement. In that moment, Rhailo knew this was another way to push his buttons, but it had to happen. This wasn't done out of spite or malice. She didn't mean to make him suffer. Really, she just wanted him, and nothing he did made it any easier to wipe her mind clean of such thoughts.
"You could like me now.." The message was breathed, her voice a strange mingle of desire and desperation, smoky between panting inhales. "You did before, didn't you? So, you could again." Her other hand traveled along Demagol's side before it snaked inwards to rest over his sex, teasing the digits against the outline of his potential erection. Something behind her white hues flared to life, expressing a sense of longing he would soon some to realize was ingrained in her very being. An Auroun's libido was nothing to wave off. She had real instinctual demands that needed satisfying, and in him, she saw the means to find release. The palm against his covered shaft ran the body in slow strokes, only gripping when her fingers were able to wrap the head in her embrace. To feel him pulse against her hold made the woman all the more wanton. Her boldness wasn't natural, but somehow, when the need was so dire, it brought an entirely new sense of self over the creature.
"I want you so badly.." Rhailo admitted as her ass came to replace the affections of her hand, cheeks spreading so his cock could fit between them. "I know you want me too. I know it." Bliss would come when the demands of her cunt weren't screaming their reverberating pulses. Over and over. Fuck me. With the Mandalorian so close, it was almost implied he should already be doing as such, but Rhailo continued trying to persuade him. To make him see he wanted her, just as much as the woman wanted him; maybe even more. "I'm your property, right? You can do what you want with me.." The Auroun had no idea if that angle would work better than any other she had thrown out in her struggles, but perhaps it would strike the right cord and Demagol would left his guard down again. If the kiss was any inclination to his wants and desires, she was offering the male a whole new experience.
Just to be taken again by the rough, wild hands of her captor. In a sick way, she didn't want him tamed then. Just passionate. Lost in his reactions. Feral. All those scars and tattoos, every rippling muscle and rough limb. Slowly, Rhailo's eyes closed and she released a breathy sigh while her ass dragged his length teasingly between plump cheeks. "Please.."
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