July 14, 2016, 08:52 PM
His arms were tight on her body, holding her in place and claiming her for the moment. Ar-Khalba began to grow more rough in his thrusts. She found herself high on the desire, on orgasm, and found the increased force suited her well. She had not expected her first time to go anything like this. She had expected to be chased and caught, a long courtship before that. She had expected her mate to take her gently, but for pain to come all the same. She hadn't imagined the pleasure and the brutality of the motions. She heard Ar-Khalba growl low and returned the noise with a moaning rumble of her own.
There was a certain delightfulness to knowing that a male was losing his control, was so deep into the actions and, well, her body that he was lost. She enjoyed the pressure on her back and hips, the tug at her neck. Her first ideas of mating paled in comparison to this enferno she was engulfed in, and she thought she'd not want it any other way. Her shudders slowed for a time and she was able to take in the motions and the situation. She felt fully the weight and the thrusts, the rumbled of the growl Ar-Khalba issued along her spine. She arched into him and moaned again, feeling herself rising to her peak once more. How many times would she rise before he finished? She knew not, only that she enjoyed each journey there and the destination equally.
She could feel him moving within her, could feel herself clenching around him. Her senses were alight, aware of everything involved in their union. A stag could have walked past them and she would only have arched her back further into Ar-Khalba's thrusts. He was scratching an itch she didn't know she had, one that had been with her for far too long. She came once more, the light of Molech glowing bright inside her as the flame of Ar-Khalba grew.
There was a certain delightfulness to knowing that a male was losing his control, was so deep into the actions and, well, her body that he was lost. She enjoyed the pressure on her back and hips, the tug at her neck. Her first ideas of mating paled in comparison to this enferno she was engulfed in, and she thought she'd not want it any other way. Her shudders slowed for a time and she was able to take in the motions and the situation. She felt fully the weight and the thrusts, the rumbled of the growl Ar-Khalba issued along her spine. She arched into him and moaned again, feeling herself rising to her peak once more. How many times would she rise before he finished? She knew not, only that she enjoyed each journey there and the destination equally.
She could feel him moving within her, could feel herself clenching around him. Her senses were alight, aware of everything involved in their union. A stag could have walked past them and she would only have arched her back further into Ar-Khalba's thrusts. He was scratching an itch she didn't know she had, one that had been with her for far too long. She came once more, the light of Molech glowing bright inside her as the flame of Ar-Khalba grew.
It was not long before Ar-Khalba brought his lover to her peak a second time. This time, her climax was much more intense than the last. She came, and the aftershocks that ran through her body were violent -- each tremor sending a pleasant shudder down his own spine as he reacted to her movements. Within his grasp, she writhed with the pleasure he provided. He did not stop. Even when she bore him at her peak, he did not slow in his rhythm.
Nevertheless, he soon neared his own release with every stroke. His body tensed and a feeling of intense pleasure washed over him. He thruster deep, swelling within her. A sound passed his lips and he whispered her name as his body was consumed by the flame of desire -- and as the embers burned, he came to slump against her back with ragged breath.
Nevertheless, he soon neared his own release with every stroke. His body tensed and a feeling of intense pleasure washed over him. He thruster deep, swelling within her. A sound passed his lips and he whispered her name as his body was consumed by the flame of desire -- and as the embers burned, he came to slump against her back with ragged breath.
July 21, 2016, 09:07 PM
He began to thrust deeply into her, deeper still than he had before. She felt him tensing, felt his strokes grow more demanding. He whispered her name as the fire burst anew within her and he swelled. She felt chills climb her from the sound he had made, from the way he had formed her name. He slumped against her back and she bore him, though she quivered under his weight. His breath rasped past her ear, and her own came from her chest in short bursts. She had no words just yet, as the fire slowly fizzled and left a sensation of warmth. It drew back within her, leaving her feeling completely sated and tired.
She knew not what to say, her mind too hormone addled to truly string together words. He had not pulled from her yet, and though the fire had burst and consumed them both, they were still a union. She had not known mating could be like this, and she silently thanked Molech for leading her to this place and this pleasure. "Th-Thank you, Ar-Khalba." She panted, her tongue and throat dry from all her screaming.
She knew not what to say, her mind too hormone addled to truly string together words. He had not pulled from her yet, and though the fire had burst and consumed them both, they were still a union. She had not known mating could be like this, and she silently thanked Molech for leading her to this place and this pleasure. "Th-Thank you, Ar-Khalba." She panted, her tongue and throat dry from all her screaming.
July 22, 2016, 04:36 PM
Like a kick-drum, Ar-Khalba's heart thudded loudly in his chest with bodily exhaustion. The rhythm of his pulse was at a breakneck speed, but it slowed fast as wave after wave of pleasure rippled through his sinewy body. His form slumped even further on top of his lover as he caught his breath -- all the while, breathing in her intoxicating scent. His thoughts remained disjointed, but now in his post coital bliss, the consort silently praised Molech's name -- thanking the many armed god for the blessings and pleasures that his life had been enriched with.
Finally, Ar-Khalba slid off of Asherah's back a word of thanks was uttered. The tether of his final thrust kept his hips linked to her, but she no longer bore the brunt of his weight. Her expression of thanks was unnecessary. Ar-Khalbal had found pleasure in bringing her to the brink. What was that old adage? If you enjoy your job, you never work a day in your life.
And so, he responded without a word, silently nosing affectionalty at the crux of the supplicant's neck.
Finally, Ar-Khalba slid off of Asherah's back a word of thanks was uttered. The tether of his final thrust kept his hips linked to her, but she no longer bore the brunt of his weight. Her expression of thanks was unnecessary. Ar-Khalbal had found pleasure in bringing her to the brink. What was that old adage? If you enjoy your job, you never work a day in your life.
And so, he responded without a word, silently nosing affectionalty at the crux of the supplicant's neck.
July 22, 2016, 08:32 PM
His heart raced like a rabbit against her back, and she soaked up the moment. The weight of him, the warmth of him on her and in her. He slid from her back, though they were bound still. She had been told of this, knew not to pull. It was strange, their union symbolized in such a real way. They were bound together now, no matter where Molech may lead them. It would be Ar-Khalba who had taken her virginity. Though they were not mates, they were lovers now and onward.
He nosed her neck and she rumbled a growl of affection, leaning into his touch. She nibbled at the fur behind his ears, then leaned into him. She felt him slowly shrinking in size within her, the flesh that kept them tethered returning to normal size. She felt suddenly cold compared to the fire she'd felt before, suddenly so much smaller than she had been in her moment of ecstasy. She merely rubbed her face into Ar-Khalba's neck and pushed the thoughts away. She would be on fire again, Ar-Khalba would not let her be unsatisfied.
Her mind was spinning with all that had happened, with the touch of his tongue to the weight of him on her. She wondered if there were ways she could please him outside of being mounted. It was his given duty to pleasure her, but what if she desired to give pleasure herself? Were there other methods she had been equally blind to? Thoughts for another time.
He nosed her neck and she rumbled a growl of affection, leaning into his touch. She nibbled at the fur behind his ears, then leaned into him. She felt him slowly shrinking in size within her, the flesh that kept them tethered returning to normal size. She felt suddenly cold compared to the fire she'd felt before, suddenly so much smaller than she had been in her moment of ecstasy. She merely rubbed her face into Ar-Khalba's neck and pushed the thoughts away. She would be on fire again, Ar-Khalba would not let her be unsatisfied.
Her mind was spinning with all that had happened, with the touch of his tongue to the weight of him on her. She wondered if there were ways she could please him outside of being mounted. It was his given duty to pleasure her, but what if she desired to give pleasure herself? Were there other methods she had been equally blind to? Thoughts for another time.
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