Whitebark Stream put your ring back on honey-tits, you haven't had enough porridge this morning (mtr.)

we can probably wrap this up with your post, if you want. :-)

he doesn't appreciate the permission to release even as she peppers his chin in messy kisses. his lips curl back from his teeth, trying to stave off his own climax as she shatters around him, though in half defiance of her own command. alas, her orgasm draws out his own and he crests the peak, seed spilling within her with a crooning moan and a low rasping roar into the velveteen of her ear. he draws is a greedy breath of air as his sides heave from exertion and he slides off of her, mindful that they are still entwined. from the times he'd been with his dark priestess wintersbane knows that it will take some time until their joined bodies can separate. his legs still quiver from the throes of pleasure that still ripple down his spine in ghosted shivers, peering over a broad shoulder at her. how's that for a journey to the stars? wintersbane inquires in a haughty rasp.