TirithIre
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Oh he knew what she wanted, even if she was unable to tell him. He had known what she craved, the moment that he had begun his interaction with her. He understood that she was coming from a situation, that broached abuse, neglect, and a sense of simply not caring... and truly, he was out to change her perspective! He could feel her hunger, even as he felt his own, rising within him as a storm that was broaching upon un-tamable. Yet he didn't show it... to her, he had lust, oh his eyes were not lying to her... yet upon the same token, so too was he taking his time, making her see what she had never seen before.
He was forcing her to feel, what she had never felt before. Punishment and pleasure, pain turning into the most sublime level of erotisism... the dance of his tongue, the way he was taking her being, not simply her body, but also her mind and soul, and turning her into a pleasured lustfully needing creature of passion. He took from her, the images of her pain... not allowing her to focus upon the marks that weren't there anymore, and to those that were, he seemed to caress them with his being, touching each one and telling her that in his eyes, they were all right.
Even as her hips bucked though he smirked... he could tell from her heaving chest, that her body was needful... he could see, as he glanced up from those mounds that were her breasts, how her eyes begged him to do it, to sink into her body, to take that which was his for the evening. Even as he looked to her though, she could also see, and feel as his teeth opened, closing around her hard nipple... she able to see as he pulled on it, the sensations intensifying as he pulled her breast upwards, until finally he let it go, and without a pause, his eyes remaining upon her, his mouth sank back to the flesh of her breast, he gently nipping and biting all around that hard turgid flesh, he turning her breast from simply sensitive, to a mound of utterly intense sensations!
As he did this, she felt his hips shifting, the tip of his cock dragging over the front of her thigh, before he was where she had already been fantasizing about... between her legs. The broad mushroom shaped tip of his cock teased her opening, his eyes watching her, and even as he switched to the other breast, his hand slid down, before he was teasing her with only the head, dragging it over her blood engorged pussy lips... her master truly was just that... a master. He took her from one exercise, into another, yet this was all about her, all about her pleasure, all about making her see, just how beautiful she was submitting to him!
He was forcing her to feel, what she had never felt before. Punishment and pleasure, pain turning into the most sublime level of erotisism... the dance of his tongue, the way he was taking her being, not simply her body, but also her mind and soul, and turning her into a pleasured lustfully needing creature of passion. He took from her, the images of her pain... not allowing her to focus upon the marks that weren't there anymore, and to those that were, he seemed to caress them with his being, touching each one and telling her that in his eyes, they were all right.
Even as her hips bucked though he smirked... he could tell from her heaving chest, that her body was needful... he could see, as he glanced up from those mounds that were her breasts, how her eyes begged him to do it, to sink into her body, to take that which was his for the evening. Even as he looked to her though, she could also see, and feel as his teeth opened, closing around her hard nipple... she able to see as he pulled on it, the sensations intensifying as he pulled her breast upwards, until finally he let it go, and without a pause, his eyes remaining upon her, his mouth sank back to the flesh of her breast, he gently nipping and biting all around that hard turgid flesh, he turning her breast from simply sensitive, to a mound of utterly intense sensations!
As he did this, she felt his hips shifting, the tip of his cock dragging over the front of her thigh, before he was where she had already been fantasizing about... between her legs. The broad mushroom shaped tip of his cock teased her opening, his eyes watching her, and even as he switched to the other breast, his hand slid down, before he was teasing her with only the head, dragging it over her blood engorged pussy lips... her master truly was just that... a master. He took her from one exercise, into another, yet this was all about her, all about her pleasure, all about making her see, just how beautiful she was submitting to him!