Perplexia's Pool Palace

[chronicle_tenko]

Padding softly through the halls of a familiar place. Stopping to touch each door and whisper good things about the occupant. Finally stopping at the unlocked entrance, and looking the room over. Circling a moment through it. Checking the locks.

The door.

The windows.

Setting a fire in the pit, and waiting for it's warmth to fill the room, before Laying down on the carpet. A single pillow. And resting there. Eyes open. Restful, but watching. Till morning.

 

[Perplexia]

Padding softly through the halls of a familiar place. Stopping to touch each door and whisper good things about the occupant. Finally stopping at the unlocked entrance, and looking the room over. Circling a moment through it. Checking the locks.

The door.

The windows.

Setting a fire in the pit, and waiting for it's warmth to fill the room, before Laying down on the carpet. A single pillow. And resting there. Eyes open. Restful, but watching. Till morning.

Padding in from the rain wrapping a soft fluffy towel around me. Walking around his body on my floor and moving to the closet. Pulling out a blanket, shaking it open with some flicks of my wrist.
Laying it over his long form.

Good night..i whisper lightly my voice having not fully returned. Walking to my room and shutting the door behind me. Sliding into my comfy bed and pulling my body pillow to me holding it tight.

 

[Perplexia]

 

[zydrate]

Oh hell, I love this one.

 

[Perplexia]

Oh hell, I love this one.

too cute right

 

[Britwitch]

I think you should get t-shirts made with this on
For all those who visit the pool

 

[Perplexia]

I think you should get t-shirts made with this on
For all those who visit the pool

you're in charge of that

 

[zydrate]

too cute right

Oh yeah!!

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

Mr. Brightwell

**Looking around**

"Nice place you have here!"

 

[Britwitch]

The witch wanders up from the dungeon, curves barely concealed or contained beneath her swimsuit. After diving in and swimming a few lazy lengths, she heads to the shallow end and just leans against the wall, enjoying the coolness of the water around her. Giggling as her chest breaks the surface every now and then.

 

[chronicle_tenko]

Waking from the floor to see her already gone. And most of the occupants still asleep. It is Saturday after all.

Failing to notice the young witch as I strip for the pool shower, and shake my head under it's spray. At least the water is hot.

Stretching, and going to use the pool shower downstairs after flipping on the coffee maker behind the bar. Brushing my teeth under the public shower I begin to rethink this whole, I don't need my own bathroom thing.

Finally turning to see I have company, and smiling lazily.

Oh. Good morning. I didn't see I had an audience. How are you this morning?

 

[Britwitch]

Hears movement, running water, and curious eyes glance towards the shower. Smiling to see someone familiar beneath the cascading water.

Fine thank you, and you? Need someone to scrub your back...?

She calls cheekily, turning to hook her arms up over the edge of the pool and lean her chin upon them.

 

[chronicle_tenko]

Hears movement, running water, and curious eyes glance towards the shower. Smiling to see someone familiar beneath the cascading water.

Fine thank you, and you? Need someone to scrub your back...?

She calls cheekily, turning to hook her arms up over the edge of the pool and lean her chin upon them.

Smiling to the witch. Blue eyes, like mine, so full of mischief.

"Much better now, and I suppose it is always welcome. Prefer if you'd wash my hair for me though. Just so much of it now it's a struggle to reach those last tips and get them properly clean. I'll return the favor of course."

Ignoring my own nakedness as I stride to the edge of the pool, and offer my hand to help Brit up. Happy to take this moment to see those curves from a bird's eye view.

 

[Britwitch]

Smiling to the witch. Blue eyes, like mine, so full of mischief.

"Much better now, and I suppose it is always welcome. Prefer if you'd wash my hair for me though. Just so much of it now it's a struggle to reach those last tips and get them properly clean. I'll return the favor of course."

Ignoring my own nakedness as I stride to the edge of the pool, and offer my hand to help Brit up. Happy to take this moment to see those curves from a bird's eye view.

"Anything to help a friend..."

Eyes take the chance to move appreciatively over his physique as he approaches. With a smile she takes his offered hand and, with a little push, soon finds herself pulled out of the water, standing before him, chest to chest. Beads of water gliding down arms and chest.

"...ready when you are..."

 

[chronicle_tenko]

"Anything to help a friend..."

Eyes take the chance to move appreciatively over his physique as he approaches. With a smile she takes his offered hand and, with a little push, soon finds herself pulled out of the water, standing before him, chest to chest. Beads of water gliding down arms and chest.

"...ready when you are..."

Smiling back, eyes meeting hers. Almost like the first time. Perhaps it is.

We shared a small moment back, when we were choosing a room for Aggie, the newest occupant at the poolhouse, but since then only the few fleeting glances. And the longer admiring looks on my part.

"You are lovely this morning. And I assure you, I am always ready for a woman like you."

A soft little kiss, bending down to brush those lips with my own, and a gentle touch to the small of her back. Guiding her softly under the shower stream, the warm water likely a change from the pool. Hands touch her shoulders, and move her hair down her back. Thumbs underneath to roll against the curve of her neck, and the softest touch of a hardening member brushing the curve of her thigh as I stiffen.

 

[Britwitch]

Smiling back, eyes meeting hers. Almost like the first time. Perhaps it is.

We shared a small moment back, when we were choosing a room for Aggie, the newest occupant at the poolhouse, but since then only the few fleeting glances. And the longer admiring looks on my part.

"You are lovely this morning. And I assure you, I am always ready for a woman like you."

A soft little kiss, bending down to brush those lips with my own, and a gentle touch to the small of her back. Guiding her softly under the shower stream, the warm water likely a change from the pool. Hands touch her shoulders, and move her hair down her back. Thumbs underneath to roll against the curve of her neck, and the softest touch of a hardening member brushing the curve of her thigh as I stiffen.

He is so sweet, and yet undeniably masculine. It's a tempting combination and she is no mood to deny herself. Smiling and blushing a little as their eyes continue to gaze into one another's, she follows him into the shower.

The water is warm, for the first seconds it feels almost hot compared to the waters she was swimming in. A sigh as warm water and smooth, strong hands move over her skin. Head leaning back a little as thumbs stroke her neck. Then something else, something fleeting, grazes her thigh and eyes sparkle mischievously.

"That feels nice..."

She murmurs, the meaning vague but applicable to everything she can feel in that moment. A glance back up over her shoulder.

"...that feels very nice indeed..."

 

[chronicle_tenko]

He is so sweet, and yet undeniably masculine. It's a tempting combination and she is no mood to deny herself. Smiling and blushing a little as their eyes continue to gaze into one another's, she follows him into the shower.

The water is warm, for the first seconds it feels almost hot compared to the waters she was swimming in. A sigh as warm water and smooth, strong hands move over her skin. Head leaning back a little as thumbs stroke her neck. Then something else, something fleeting, grazes her thigh and eyes sparkle mischievously.

"That feels nice..."

She murmurs, the meaning vague but applicable to everything she can feel in that moment. A glance back up over her shoulder.

"...that feels very nice indeed..."

"I'm glad you like it."

A kiss to her neck and a my hands scratch down her back, watching her chest for when her back arches.

"Lovely. Lean your head back for me please, I don't want to get anything in your eyes."

The bottle of shampoo is in my hands swiftly. The herbal infusion stuff that I like, rose hips, and jojoba, and vanilla. It says no tear formula, but I sincerely doubt that. So a soft tug and a finger up the witch's spine will have to suffice to arch her back, and thrust her chest out. Bring her scalp back to me, let her look up at my face. A gentle step forward and my body is more against hers. Supporting her, as I begin to squeeze the shampoo into her brown locks, and expertly massage her scalp so it penetrates all the way to the root.

 

[Britwitch]

"I'm glad you like it."

A kiss to her neck and a my hands scratch down her back, watching her chest for when her back arches.

"Lovely. Lean your head back for me please, I don't want to get anything in your eyes."

The bottle of shampoo is in my hands swiftly. The herbal infusion stuff that I like, rose hips, and jojoba, and vanilla. It says no tear formula, but I sincerely doubt that. So a soft tug and a finger up the witch's spine will have to suffice to arch her back, and thrust her chest out. Bring her scalp back to me, let her look up at my face. A gentle step forward and my body is more against hers. Supporting her, as I begin to squeeze the shampoo into her brown locks, and expertly massage her scalp so it penetrates all the way to the root.

The kiss bring a sigh, the scratch as gasp which is accompanied by her back arching away from the nails.

"Of course..."

She murmurs, blushing a little more as she is positioned as he would like. The generous swells of her chest pushed out proudly as she bends back against him.

Her hair is one of 'those' areas. The kind of area on her body that when touched the right way never fails to excite other parts of her. She tries not to fidget too much as his fingers work expertly against her scalp. The scent is divine and the sensations that accompany it are equally as lovely.

"...I think you must have done this before..."

 

[chronicle_tenko]

The kiss bring a sigh, the scratch as gasp which is accompanied by her back arching away from the nails.

"Of course..."

She murmurs, blushing a little more as she is positioned as he would like. The generous swells of her chest pushed out proudly as she bends back against him.

Her hair is one of 'those' areas. The kind of area on her body that when touched the right way never fails to excite other parts of her. She tries not to fidget too much as his fingers work expertly against her scalp. The scent is divine and the sensations that accompany it are equally as lovely.

"...I think you must have done this before..."

"Once or twice."

Fingers scratch gently and separate locks. Teasing, occasionally grabbing a full mass and thread my fingers through to pull gently, and tug at her scalp. Always though soapy fingers return to ease the knots away, and work more soap in.

"Rare I get such beautiful curls to work with though. "

A hand sneaks out covered in soap to touch one of the swells on her chest. The left one that's driving me crazy. Soap smears across fabric, as I imagine other white thick fluids splashing.

A smile. My teeth carefully nipping the lobe of her ear.

"You know showers work better naked. I could clean all of you then."

Never mind the intention of her washing my back at all. I'm having too much fun.

 

[Britwitch]

"Once or twice."

Fingers scratch gently and separate locks. Teasing, occasionally grabbing a full mass and thread my fingers through to pull gently, and tug at her scalp. Always though soapy fingers return to ease the knots away, and work more soap in.

"Rare I get such beautiful curls to work with though. "

A hand sneaks out covered in soap to touch one of the swells on her chest. The left one that's driving me crazy. Soap smears across fabric, as I imagine other white thick fluids splashing.

A smile. My teeth carefully nipping the lobe of her ear.

"You know showers work better naked. I could clean all of you then."

Never mind the intention of her washing my back at all. I'm having too much fun.

Pink lips part to allow a fairly steady stream of sighs and other appreciative sounds to fall from them. The odd quiet gasp as hair is tugged, sending instant thrills through her body, stiffening nipples despite the warmth of the nearby water.

Palm lands on breast and the mound of flesh pushes slightly against it, teeth fasten on lower as she is certain he will feel the protrusion of her nipple against it.

"You know, I do believe you're right."

Hands rise, without changing her position and reach back to unclasp the fastening of her bikini top. Pressure slackening around her chest before the fabric slips to the floor. Naked chest is soon matched as fingers roll her bottoms over her hips and down her legs.

"There, that should make things a little easier."

 

[chronicle_tenko]

Pink lips part to allow a fairly steady stream of sighs and other appreciative sounds to fall from them. The odd quiet gasp as hair is tugged, sending instant thrills through her body, stiffening nipples despite the warmth of the nearby water.

Palm lands on breast and the mound of flesh pushes slightly against it, teeth fasten on lower as she is certain he will feel the protrusion of her nipple against it.

"You know, I do believe you're right."

Hands rise, without changing her position and reach back to unclasp the fastening of her bikini top. Pressure slackening around her chest before the fabric slips to the floor. Naked chest is soon matched as fingers roll her bottoms over her hips and down her legs.

"There, that should make things a little easier."

Inhales the scent of vanilla in her hair, and the unmistakeable fog of arousal that lingers about them. Not just a witch in name it seems.

"Much easier."

Taking that moment to place both hands in her hair again, and scratch softly at her scalp, then to push stiff fingers across her crown, and all about her head, behind her ears. The soft bump behind and the tender slope of her neck. Long moments, to savor her. To drink her in with my hands while my eyes do the same to her uncovered glories.

"Lovely, does not quite suit you. You are magical. And you turn things from soft, to rock hard. That's transmutation if I ever saw it."

A kiss with her head bent back and the directed spray tight against her nipples. Nipples I cannot help but notice cry for attention. Wet, and waiting, and wanting. eyes close and there is only my mouth and hers my tongue pushing into her mouth. Better than coffee. I reach for the shower head and turn it on heavy pulse taking it down and holding the wand. Directing it to her scalp and rinsing her hair clean, watching the lather disappear. Someone had good ideas when they built this place.

The wand follows, and I direct hot pulsing water across her body. Her back, her breasts, between her legs. Then the inside of each thigh. I hand it to her.

"Witches hold wands don't they? I'll hold these. They look heavy."

My hands go to her breasts and I am shocked when they overflow. Shocked and intensely pleased. Fingers hold them, grope them gently, feel how soft they are. And then tease, like a winding road up a mountain the longest path around those hills. Teasing through the valley, until finally I hold the peak in my hands. And pinch her nipples tight.

"I whisper right in her ear. I want to hear you cum for me. And what I want, I usually get."

A hand trails sadly leaving her bosom to rest, palm on her clit, and sex cupped in my hand. Finger idly teasing the entrance.

"The only question now Miss Witch is how you want that to happen. Wand Fingers or Tongue."

 

[Britwitch]

Inhales the scent of vanilla in her hair, and the unmistakeable fog of arousal that lingers about them. Not just a witch in name it seems.

"Much easier."

Taking that moment to place both hands in her hair again, and scratch softly at her scalp, then to push stiff fingers across her crown, and all about her head, behind her ears. The soft bump behind and the tender slope of her neck. Long moments, to savor her. To drink her in with my hands while my eyes do the same to her uncovered glories.

"Lovely, does not quite suit you. You are magical. And you turn things from soft, to rock hard. That's transmutation if I ever saw it."

A kiss with her head bent back and the directed spray tight against her nipples. Nipples I cannot help but notice cry for attention. Wet, and waiting, and wanting. eyes close and there is only my mouth and hers my tongue pushing into her mouth. Better than coffee. I reach for the shower head and turn it on heavy pulse taking it down and holding the wand. Directing it to her scalp and rinsing her hair clean, watching the lather disappear. Someone had good ideas when they built this place.

The wand follows, and I direct hot pulsing water across her body. Her back, her breasts, between her legs. Then the inside of each thigh. I hand it to her.

"Witches hold wands don't they? I'll hold these. They look heavy."

My hands go to her breasts and I am shocked when they overflow. Shocked and intensely pleased. Fingers hold them, grope them gently, feel how soft they are. And then tease, like a winding road up a mountain the longest path around those hills. Teasing through the valley, until finally I hold the peak in my hands. And pinch her nipples tight.

"I whisper right in her ear. I want to hear you cum for me. And what I want, I usually get."

A hand trails sadly leaving her bosom to rest, palm on her clit, and sex cupped in my hand. Finger idly teasing the entrance.

"The only question now Miss Witch is how you want that to happen. Wand Fingers or Tongue."

As he comments on her 'powers' she has to wonder if he does not possess some mystical powers of his own. Her body is all at once barely a hair's breadth from melting in a puddle at his feet and yet tense and wired and ready to do...anything...

His kiss is delicious, and she returns it eagerly, whimpering slightly as the pressure of the water against over excited nipples almost grows too strong a sensation to cope with.

The water pressure increases and moves to her scalp, washing away the fragrant shampoo and sending lather coursing down her back. Then it moves again, a steady pulse of warm water moving over her body. Every time it lands upon a fresh patch of skin she sighs, some sighs louder than others.

Her brow creases in confusion as he hands her the shower head but the lines soon fade as hands rise to her chest. She keeps the water playing over her thighs as his hands work their magic on her breasts. Her mouth and eyes open wider as after a few long moments of teasing his fingers finally reach the peak of each breast and pinch firmly, a quiet 'Oh' is heard as a pulse of a different sort is sent rushing down between her legs.

Somewhere in her brain she wonders why their paths never really crossed before, and makes a plan to ensure this is not a one time meeting.

His whisper brings another sound, something deeper, more wanton in tone. She feels a hand settle over her sex with fingers poised to do more than simple rest where they currently lay.

When she eventually tries to answer his question her voice is slightly trembling.

"Well, having felt how talented your hands and fingers were upon my scalp, I am curious to see how they might work upon...other...areas..."

 

[chronicle_tenko]

As he comments on her 'powers' she has to wonder if he does not possess some mystical powers of his own. Her body is all at once barely a hair's breadth from melting in a puddle at his feet and yet tense and wired and ready to do...anything...

His kiss is delicious, and she returns it eagerly, whimpering slightly as the pressure of the water against over excited nipples almost grows too strong a sensation to cope with.

The water pressure increases and moves to her scalp, washing away the fragrant shampoo and sending lather coursing down her back. Then it moves again, a steady pulse of warm water moving over her body. Every time it lands upon a fresh patch of skin she sighs, some sighs louder than others.

Her brow creases in confusion as he hands her the shower head but the lines soon fade as hands rise to her chest. She keeps the water playing over her thighs as his hands work their magic on her breasts. Her mouth and eyes open wider as after a few long moments of teasing his fingers finally reach the peak of each breast and pinch firmly, a quiet 'Oh' is heard as a pulse of a different sort is sent rushing down between her legs.

Somewhere in her brain she wonders why their paths never really crossed before, and makes a plan to ensure this is not a one time meeting.

His whisper brings another sound, something deeper, more wanton in tone. She feels a hand settle over her sex with fingers poised to do more than simple rest where they currently lay.

When she eventually tries to answer his question her voice is slightly trembling.

"Well, having felt how talented your hands and fingers were upon my scalp, I am curious to see how they might work upon...other...areas..."

"Oh; your wish."

The palm first. A simple press that arches her hips back into my hard shaft. A simple grind lets her know that there is more coming. Then the fingers. Closing. Not into a fist, but simply tightening gently. the middle finger curling as it teases between lush lower lips. The entire hand raising. Higher, until it seems I might lift her. Until the pressure of hand on pussy is enough to make her feet move just so.

That's the pure control. What is in my hand is mine, simple easy requiring nothing. Just the simple message that applies only as long as I hold her core in my hand. I relax, and kiss her neck, her cheek. Scratch her with my stubble. Pinch and roll her nipple a I lift the heavy breast with it. Take her mind off her heated sex, just long enough for the inserting on my index and middle fingers between her lips to be a surprise. For the rough calloused pads to stroke at her open, and tease. A soft flick and a sharp tap. The sting of open hand on cunt clapping. Between her labia, stroking, pushing and finally entering her.

Pushing with my hips, Pulling with my hand on her breast. Crossing to the other nipple so as not to neglect. Making her hips jump into my hand. the thumb rolling over the hood of her clit as my fingers explore, open, and spread inside her. Such long digits. Curling back, at the hood of her sex. The very top against the pubic bone. Reaching, and stroking that rough patch of bumps and ridges inside her. Just for a moment. Then gone.

Thumb rolling softly tracing, coaxing, until the joint can brush her clit. Make it swell, and stiffen. Expose her pearl.

"My command."

The tone makes it clear that while I finished the quote, those two statements have little in common. She wishes, I command. Whether either happens.

My fingers pulse and tug up. Reaching for her G-spot again, Pulling her. Two fingers. like I would lift and carry her by her hot sex. Then again. Rougher. Rubbing my fingers hard against her insides.

"Turn the jets on your clit. Wave your magic wand around Miss Witch."

 

[Britwitch]

"Oh; your wish."

The palm first. A simple press that arches her hips back into my hard shaft. A simple grind lets her know that there is more coming. Then the fingers. Closing. Not into a fist, but simply tightening gently. the middle finger curling as it teases between lush lower lips. The entire hand raising. Higher, until it seems I might lift her. Until the pressure of hand on pussy is enough to make her feet move just so.

That's the pure control. What is in my hand is mine, simple easy requiring nothing. Just the simple message that applies only as long as I hold her core in my hand. I relax, and kiss her neck, her cheek. Scratch her with my stubble. Pinch and roll her nipple a I lift the heavy breast with it. Take her mind off her heated sex, just long enough for the inserting on my index and middle fingers between her lips to be a surprise. For the rough calloused pads to stroke at her open, and tease. A soft flick and a sharp tap. The sting of open hand on cunt clapping. Between her labia, stroking, pushing and finally entering her.

Pushing with my hips, Pulling with my hand on her breast. Crossing to the other nipple so as not to neglect. Making her hips jump into my hand. the thumb rolling over the hood of her clit as my fingers explore, open, and spread inside her. Such long digits. Curling back, at the hood of her sex. The very top against the pubic bone. Reaching, and stroking that rough patch of bumps and ridges inside her. Just for a moment. Then gone.

Thumb rolling softly tracing, coaxing, until the joint can brush her clit. Make it swell, and stiffen. Expose her pearl.

"My command."

The tone makes it clear that while I finished the quote, those two statements have little in common. She wishes, I command. Whether either happens.

My fingers pulse and tug up. Reaching for her G-spot again, Pulling her. Two fingers. like I would lift and carry her by her hot sex. Then again. Rougher. Rubbing my fingers hard against her insides.

"Turn the jets on your clit. Wave your magic wand around Miss Witch."

She groans as hand pushes against her sex. It doesn't enter, it doesn't rub, it just holds. Firmly. Steadily. Her hips move of their own accord, flexing and sending her rear back against him, against the firm flesh that she had felt brush her now and again. She doesn't have time to really register what she can feel either behind her or against her as his lips work to distract her mind. Her head tilts, allowing him unhindered access to her neck. There is a whine as tender nipple is pulled and manipulated, heating her core even further and making the arch of her back against him more pronounced.

She feels his hand shift, fingers slip easily between folds of flesh then a yelp bounces off the shower wall as he slaps her sex. Her thighs tense, instinct making them try to close against the sting but before they can his fingers push and enter her and all desire to close her legs is lost.

Her head rolls back slightly against his shoulder as his hips and hands work to keep her nestled as close as possible against him. She can feel the heat of his skin against hers, the solidity of him. Legs part wider, feet braced against the tiled floor as his thumb deliciously torments her clit.

A short sound, high pitched, a combination of shock and delight, leaves her lips as she feels his fingers push deeper and brush the highly sensitive spot deep inside her sex. The touch is brief but no means forgettable. Her hips shift, grinding slightly, trying to make his fingers touch there again. She knows he won't allow that. They both know it. They knew it before he spoke those two little words. But her body, her needy body, has to try.

"Please..."

She whispers throatily before her ability to speak is taken from her. His fingers push insistently within her tight sex, touching that magical spot and then again. Harder. Making her buck slightly upon, against, his hand.

Another instruction and with a trembling hand she obeys. Soon the pulsing jet of water is aimed as best she can at her sex. The powerful spray teasing her already excited clit, every pulse draws another sigh, another whimper.

Standing is becoming a problem, at least, standing still. Good job he seems strong, he might have to hold her up if things continue as they are.

 

[chronicle_tenko]

She groans as hand pushes against her sex. It doesn't enter, it doesn't rub, it just holds. Firmly. Steadily. Her hips move of their own accord, flexing and sending her rear back against him, against the firm flesh that she had felt brush her now and again. She doesn't have time to really register what she can feel either behind her or against her as his lips work to distract her mind. Her head tilts, allowing him unhindered access to her neck. There is a whine as tender nipple is pulled and manipulated, heating her core even further and making the arch of her back against him more pronounced.

She feels his hand shift, fingers slip easily between folds of flesh then a yelp bounces off the shower wall as he slaps her sex. Her thighs tense, instinct making them try to close against the sting but before they can his fingers push and enter her and all desire to close her legs is lost.

Her head rolls back slightly against his shoulder as his hips and hands work to keep her nestled as close as possible against him. She can feel the heat of his skin against hers, the solidity of him. Legs part wider, feet braced against the tiled floor as his thumb deliciously torments her clit.

A short sound, high pitched, a combination of shock and delight, leaves her lips as she feels his fingers push deeper and brush the highly sensitive spot deep inside her sex. The touch is brief but no means forgettable. Her hips shift, grinding slightly, trying to make his fingers touch there again. She knows he won't allow that. They both know it. They knew it before he spoke those two little words. But her body, her needy body, has to try.

"Please..."

She whispers throatily before her ability to speak is taken from her. His fingers push insistently within her tight sex, touching that magical spot and then again. Harder. Making her buck slightly upon, against, his hand.

Another instruction and with a trembling hand she obeys. Soon the pulsing jet of water is aimed as best she can at her sex. The powerful spray teasing her already excited clit, every pulse draws another sigh, another whimper.

Standing is becoming a problem, at least, standing still. Good job he seems strong, he might have to hold her up if things continue as they are.

The first growl. Matching her moans, her little trembles. The ferocity of the civilized gentleman. So polite, waiting, but no less wanting. But that first growl always has menace.

The possible loss of control, the primal nature of man. To dominate, and ravage. To take what he wants. That's always written in bold in that first growl. Then there are words.

"You're so beautiful when you make those little sounds. When I make you make them. Like the sweetest music."

My mouth finds hers, and I swallow the next little sound. The sharp explosive gasp caused by my fingers pumping hard against her. Making her jump with the simple violence of a powerful arm and simple thrust. The off hand leaves her breast and touches her neck. Tilts her chin to make the kiss deeper. Easier.

Then it clasps around her neck, and the single squeeze is given. I hesitate and know I won't be able to do it again. I know that I pinch steel connectors without pliers or channel locks. I know I can snap screw heads off with twists. the neck is so frail so fragile. Still I can not resist knowing when I have it in my hands. The simple touch of my fingers will leave marks, if I squeeze slowly, but soft. The one squeeze ends, and I note how hard my fingers punish her lower lips. How my thumb pinches her clit down.

The growl. In her mouth. Then in her Ear.

"Cum for me Witch."