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Jaon takes control. http://shaliasdiary.blogspot.com/
February 3, 2017
Weekend Wake-up Call – The Font
She felt how he ached for her, that he wanted to bury his flesh within her and gain his own relief. But Elisha was too determined to master her, and he would endure his own misery until she submitted.Please, please, let me yield.
Yes, my lovely Naya. Show me you trust me with all your heart. Give up everything to me.
She looked down her body, her gaze meeting Elisha’s. His expression was so many things: confident, adoring, demanding, imploring.
You must trust me with all you are, or we will not make eternity.
Naya bit her lip and nodded. “I’ll try.”
His face lowered to her sex once more and she readied herself for another round of torment.
Elisha wasn’t kind. His fingers set up a quick, brutal tempo, and his mouth latched onto her clit, trapping it so his tongue could lave it with vigor. Tears streamed from the corners of Naya’s eyes as she fought her own will that shouted she had to seize power, she had to insist he let her come. Once more she was closing in on that starburst of mind-stealing delight, and her body strained, reaching … reaching…
Elisha backed off once more. Naya groaned. She’d been so close, and he’d taken her to the brink. She knew he’d do it again and again and again until she was insane from need. And she’d let him too, because she wanted to give him everything. Even her hard won control.
Good girl. Now show me, his thoughts whispered in her head.
Something inside Naya relaxed at that moment. As Elisha drove his fingers within once more and his mouth did the terrible, lovely things that made her want to scream, Naya lay trembling, but she no longer struggled to control herself. As tentacles of violent pleasure curled around her insides, she whimpered in reaction. But the part of her that wanted to seize power was quiet, subsumed by love. She would give Elisha everything, including control if that was what he wanted.
Only in this. Only to provide you the greatest pleasure, my sweet Naya. You are your own woman, and I would never take your power otherwise.
He stopped the luscious torture. Elisha crawled to crouch over her. “Thank you,” he whispered. “Thank you for giving me your trust.”
“Always,” Naya answered, releasing her legs so she could wrap them and her arms around him and pull him down so that their bodies melded together. “Now end our agony and make love to me.”
With pleasure.
She was so swollen that he had to work to enter despite the copious juices flowing from her. Naya nearly swooned to feel the doubled pleasure: him slowly piercing her womanhood, filling her delightfully, plus the sensation of how tight he found her, clenching forcefully on his eager flesh. Elisha’s mouth opened wide and his head reared back.
“Naya!” he groaned, overcome by their shared ecstasy.
Somehow he continued to push in though they were both trembling on the edge of culmination. As pleasure spiraled tight in her womb, Naya felt how Elisha’s scrotum drew up, tensing against him. Both their loins grew heavy with the swell of bliss, and it only increased as he traveled deeper into her.
We’ll never make it. In her profound ardor, Naya wasn’t sure which of them thought it.
Somehow they did. At last Elisha was fully seated inside her, their bodies merged along with their minds. Now there was no division between their shared arousal, no knowledge where one ended and the other began.
As one they worked together, tangled in body and consciousness. All intelligent thought ceased as they thudded against each other, chasing exultation. There was only tumultuous pleasure, growing closer and closer to its end.
Billowing heat and expanding ecstasy. Jabs of rapture so sharp they were almost painful. Merciless friction. Swelling jubilation. Upsurging. Exploding. Flinging wide. Plunging. Erupting again. Pulsing. Waves of bliss. Undulating delight. Clinging to another’s solid body. Belonging. Softening flutters within as sound returned, gasping breath, soft moans.
Love. Warm, sweet, homecoming love.
“Forever.” That single word that meant so much more than time.
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Weekend Wake-up Call – Clans of Kalquor 6: Alien Redemption
He kissed his way up from her breasts. Rachel’s chin lifted, unconsciously offering her vulnerable throat to him. She didn’t realize how submissive the gesture was until the Nobek’s mouth closed over the slender column and his fangs sunk in for a third time. She cried out and once more tried to rub her crotch against his, desperate for more pleasure to go with the heady delights of erotic pain. His weight held her still, making her lay still as he pumped more intoxicant into her system.
Euphoria made her limbs lax. Her legs tumbled from his hips to lay wide open on either side of his thighs. She couldn’t summon the strength to struggle against him. He was making her helpless not just physically, but mentally as well.
Sletran released the bite. “Now you will refuse me nothing. You are mine, little Ray-Ray, in every possible way.”
I already was, you dominating thug. But I’m not complaining. Not one damned bit.
He let her wrists go. “Keep your hands there. You will obey.”
“Eryi.”
Her acquiescence brought a growl trickling from his lips. “Stay right here. Do not move a muscle.”
His weight suddenly disappeared. Rachel blinked to see him rummaging through the drawer that held the vibrator and dildo Erybet had tormented her with the day before. She trembled at the memory.
What Sletran brought out was a flat black double strap, shaped in an ‘x’. The middle of the fabric piece was thickly padded. The four ends were looped, like cuffs.
The Nobek returned to her. He slipped the padded part behind her neck, leaving two straps on either side of her. He worked quickly, securing loops just above her knees and around her ankles.
When he was done, Rachel’s legs were wide open, her knees and feet held up in the air by the tension of the short straps. She was splayed, the weight of her legs held by the strap behind her neck.
“Gorgeous,” Sletran breathed. His half-lidded eyes were dark as he looked down on her, his breath heaving his sculpted chest. His thumbs hooked the waistband of his shorts, and he dragged the fabric down. His primary cock sprang loose, so hard it nearly slapped his lower belly as it escaped its confines. The second cock appeared next. Both glistened wetly with the cinnamon-scented lubrication he secreted. The dark skin of him was almost purple, and veins stood out on each appendage. Rachel’s pussy flexed, aching to be filled with him.
“Krewet,” she moaned. Her voice had a desperate edge to it.
Sletran stared at her mound. His fingers stroked through the tight, soft curls there. “I think I would like to see this entirely bare,” he whispered. He was gone in a blur of motion once more. Rachel heard him rummaging in the facility, and she warbled a plea in that direction.
The Nobek was between her legs a moment later, a thick towel and slim instrument in his hands. He slid the towel beneath her buttocks and switched the instrument on. A low hum muttered through the air and Rachel tensed. Another vibrating toy?
Sletran touched it to the upper edge of her pubic triangle and stroked down. Rachel gasped to see the black swirls of hair fall away, revealing the dark chocolate skin beneath. He was shaving her.
Flesh not bare for years was made smooth. Rachel jerked to feel the slightest breeze against her most secret parts. Sletran worked with efficiency, wielding the shaver with gentle strokes until the last soft sprig had been eliminated. Then he folded the towel up and dropped it to the floor next to the sleeping mat.
She felt very, very naked without her nether curls. Every current of air felt blatant against her flesh, as if the very atmosphere was determined to have its way with her. She writhed, unable to stop herself.
Sletran grinned. “Such a beautiful pussy. I have wanted to see it this way from the beginning.”
His hand slid against her slit, nestling in to rub the soft petals. Meanwhile, his thumb drew tight circles around her clit. Rachel jerked against his touch, groaning with need. The thick, calloused fingers massaged up and down, spreading her juices all the way down to her anus.
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Shalia's Diary Thursday Post
A stranger in her head. http://shaliasdiary.blogspot.com/
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