Perplexia's Pool Palace

[Britwitch]

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."

His hands, his fingers, his body, his mouth all of them are undeniably powerful, that with anyone of them he could easily control her, could control any red blooded woman. But then he speaks and those words have more power than all the other elements combined.

Another kiss, more whimpering groans smothered, the hand holding the wand falters as the intensity of his hand's thrusts inside her, the jets lower and at the squeeze of his hand around her throat she almost drops it completely. She trusts him, knows he wouldn't intentionally hurt her. But she can feel his needs rising, his desires, and she knows that under pressure men's strength can become something uncontrollable. Her free hand drops to rest upon the wrist between her legs. It doesn't push or pull, it doesn't try to intervene, it just rests there, more out of a need to hold on to some part of him.

The command comes and she obeys as rapidly as she can. Between the pumping inside her, the water and his thumb against her clit, the words, the tone, his breath against her ear, all of it combines to overwhelm her aroused body and within moments she is writhing against him. Hips rolling lewdly upon his hand, fingers tight around his wrist, her cries and moans bouncing off the tiled walls and surrounding them with sound. In amongst the noises are words, jumbled and incoherent, 'thankyou's and references to Gods of all kinds.

She obeys him as thoroughly as she can.

 

[chronicle_tenko]

His hands, his fingers, his body, his mouth all of them are undeniably powerful, that with anyone of them he could easily control her, could control any red blooded woman. But then he speaks and those words have more power than all the other elements combined.

Another kiss, more whimpering groans smothered, the hand holding the wand falters as the intensity of his hand's thrusts inside her, the jets lower and at the squeeze of his hand around her throat she almost drops it completely. She trusts him, knows he wouldn't intentionally hurt her. But she can feel his needs rising, his desires, and she knows that under pressure men's strength can become something uncontrollable. Her free hand drops to rest upon the wrist between her legs. It doesn't push or pull, it doesn't try to intervene, it just rests there, more out of a need to hold on to some part of him.

The command comes and she obeys as rapidly as she can. Between the pumping inside her, the water and his thumb against her clit, the words, the tone, his breath against her ear, all of it combines to overwhelm her aroused body and within moments she is writhing against him. Hips rolling lewdly upon his hand, fingers tight around his wrist, her cries and moans bouncing off the tiled walls and surrounding them with sound. In amongst the noises are words, jumbled and incoherent, 'thankyou's and references to Gods of all kinds.

She obeys him as thoroughly as she can.

I love this. That moment of her first peak. For many it is the signal to stop, to give her rest, and to enjoy the fruits of labour. For me it is the second leg of a race. It is the signal to sprint and separate myself from the pack. To lay her down upon a lounger, our wet bodies soaking the cloth cover as I sink down her frame, and apply my tongue to her sensitive and pinched pearl. to tease and suckle her pearl while my fingers find a second gear, to hold inside her. And already so wet from our shower, to spread her thighs and bring her up slightly. Exposing that little pucker to my finger. To tease, and tickle. To scratch at the 'taint between them. And then firmly press on that little starfish, and enter her to press and feel my fingers enter her from the front. Feel them pound her lips.

The strength of men in the heat of passion.

"Good witch. Good glorious little slut. You're gorgeous when you cum for me."

I want her body. Need it, to play it like my instrument, and play that perfect and unique symphony. The cries of beautiful women. The fingers in her pussy, The single in her ass. My tongue and teeth. the soft lick of stray droplets of water when my thumb pads over her clit again. The rise of my body. She can watch, as I taste her. Torment her. Until my teeth scrape her nipple, and bite down, Lifting the heavy hill by the firm sharp grip of my teeth.

Further up. To kiss her. To stare into her eyes. My dark cobalt, to her beautiful baby. The Blue filled like stormy seas, with images of each other. I kiss her and growl into her mouth, Bite her lower lip and pull it away with me.

"I love it when you cum for me."

My fingers dig harder, and I sink softly to leave my breath hot on her neck.

"Do it again."

And I bite down hard.

 

[Britwitch]

I love this. That moment of her first peak. For many it is the signal to stop, to give her rest, and to enjoy the fruits of labour. For me it is the second leg of a race. It is the signal to sprint and separate myself from the pack. To lay her down upon a lounger, our wet bodies soaking the cloth cover as I sink down her frame, and apply my tongue to her sensitive and pinched pearl. to tease and suckle her pearl while my fingers find a second gear, to hold inside her. And already so wet from our shower, to spread her thighs and bring her up slightly. Exposing that little pucker to my finger. To tease, and tickle. To scratch at the 'taint between them. And then firmly press on that little starfish, and enter her to press and feel my fingers enter her from the front. Feel them pound her lips.

The strength of men in the heat of passion.

"Good witch. Good glorious little slut. You're gorgeous when you cum for me."

I want her body. Need it, to play it like my instrument, and play that perfect and unique symphony. The cries of beautiful women. The fingers in her pussy, The single in her ass. My tongue and teeth. the soft lick of stray droplets of water when my thumb pads over her clit again. The rise of my body. She can watch, as I taste her. Torment her. Until my teeth scrape her nipple, and bite down, Lifting the heavy hill by the firm sharp grip of my teeth.

Further up. To kiss her. To stare into her eyes. My dark cobalt, to her beautiful baby. The Blue filled like stormy seas, with images of each other. I kiss her and growl into her mouth, Bite her lower lip and pull it away with me.

"I love it when you cum for me."

My fingers dig harder, and I sink softly to leave my breath hot on her neck.

"Do it again."

And I bite down hard.

She is so lost in the waves of pleasure that slam mercilessly into her body that she barely notices that they've left the shower. It's not until she realises she is no longer upright, that she can feel rapidly soaking fabric at her back and his weight at her front that she notices they have moved at all.
Her legs are moved, the muscles limp, in a post orgasmic lull that renders them next to useless, parted wider, to allow his mouth to make contact.
Hands fly to his head, to stroke through the length, to curl into it as over-sensitive flesh is teased anew.

There is a fleeting moment of tension as she feels his finger pushing against that other entrance. Tight muscle contracting before giving way to the pressure against it. She shifts on the lounger, such an odd sensation to be filled so completely. The fingers in her sex continue their onslaught, allowing her to come down partially from her high, just enough to be able to breathe, but make sure she never gets far from it.

More words. More power. That word - good. It can be so so powerful when used in the right way, and boy could he use it in the right way. Hips pushed up from the lounger as her back arched, fingers curled tighter into his hair. The arching grows more pronounced as his lips and teeth leave her sex and move to claim her nipple.

"Oh God..."

She gasps through partially clenched teeth as the whole of her breast is moved by the nipple alone. Her fingers threaten to loosen hair from his scalp and so she forces them to leave his head and curl into the lounger cushion instead. Knuckles white within seconds.

Her kiss is hungry, desperate, breaths snatched here and there as he continues to push her body onwards.

She screams as he bites her, her body exploding once again. Hands rise to clasp his shoulders, desperate to hold on as her body shakes with an orgasmic rush that feels as if it might make her body simply fall apart at the seams. The lounger shudders against the floor as for the second time her sex pulses and clutches at the fingers buried within it. Proof of her arousal and enjoyment seeping out, running between puffy lips and down his hand.

She sees stars as her entire body pulses and shakes beneath him.

 

[chronicle_tenko]

She is so lost in the waves of pleasure that slam mercilessly into her body that she barely notices that they've left the shower. It's not until she realises she is no longer upright, that she can feel rapidly soaking fabric at her back and his weight at her front that she notices they have moved at all.
Her legs are moved, the muscles limp, in a post orgasmic lull that renders them next to useless, parted wider, to allow his mouth to make contact.
Hands fly to his head, to stroke through the length, to curl into it as over-sensitive flesh is teased anew.

There is a fleeting moment of tension as she feels his finger pushing against that other entrance. Tight muscle contracting before giving way to the pressure against it. She shifts on the lounger, such an odd sensation to be filled so completely. The fingers in her sex continue their onslaught, allowing her to come down partially from her high, just enough to be able to breathe, but make sure she never gets far from it.

More words. More power. That word - good. It can be so so powerful when used in the right way, and boy could he use it in the right way. Hips pushed up from the lounger as her back arched, fingers curled tighter into his hair. The arching grows more pronounced as his lips and teeth leave her sex and move to claim her nipple.

"Oh God..."

She gasps through partially clenched teeth as the whole of her breast is moved by the nipple alone. Her fingers threaten to loosen hair from his scalp and so she forces them to leave his head and curl into the lounger cushion instead. Knuckles white within seconds.

Her kiss is hungry, desperate, breaths snatched here and there as he continues to push her body onwards.

She screams as he bites her, her body exploding once again. Hands rise to clasp his shoulders, desperate to hold on as her body shakes with an orgasmic rush that feels as if it might make her body simply fall apart at the seams. The lounger shudders against the floor as for the second time her sex pulses and clutches at the fingers buried within it. Proof of her arousal and enjoyment seeping out, running between puffy lips and down his hand.

She sees stars as her entire body pulses and shakes beneath him.

She shakes, and I am there to hold her down. She bucks and it is only harder into my fingers. She soaks around my hand, and for a moment I feel like my cup runneth over as her juices drench the lounger. Control. It is so hard to keep. Especially when she is so willing. When she is so wanting.

I can feel how wet she is, her juices still in my palm. I can taste her lust. It fills the air like her little moans. Like the babbled words of praise. Those secret sweet things. And I can see how perfect and pure that lust is. Like A white hot blaze threatening to engulf me, and take all my control with it.

I slacken. Let her shake, and move to take her thighs in my hands. To spread them wide for me, and while she shakes and cums to penetrate her. Fill her, and feel her insides ripple around me. Squeeze and milk me. It is always a shock, Not just for her but me. And I revel in causing it. It feeling how high she is. Like I have carried her body in my arms. On a crested wave, of pleasure. Up the mountain of her desire. Brought her to it's peak, on my fingers, and tongue. On growls and commands, and kisses.

Now Standing at that peak. I'll throw her off. And try to follow her down.

Hands grip her hips, and mine slam into hers. Like that wave beating against the shore. Endless, simple, primal. Natural. I was meant to fuck her like this. Like some force of nature, that spikes and impales her hungry body. That feeds her and fucks her. Somewhere my finger slick in her juices finds its way to her mouth, and I push it in. Make her taste herself. Watch her body shake. those perfect breasts shaking on her chest. Her legs get placed on my shoulders, Around my neck, and I lean forward. Rolling her body until I can suck on her breasts. Scrape my teeth on her nipples, and stare into her eyes.

Control.

The strokes come harder now. Slower, an easy rhythm of powerful strokes into her body.

A growl. Deep, and savage and full of menacing promise.

"Mine."

I pull out, and hang away. Rubbing and teasing the hot slick shaft, across the lips of her cunt, and stare deep into her eyes as I hold her ankles. Pushing the crown of my cock against her hungry little opening, just that half an inch of thick head, before it pops out and slaps across her wet lips.

Again.

And Again.

"Tell me what you want. Be a Good witch. A Good Slut."

I push the head in just that half inch more that lets it's flared crown sink and catch at her opening, before letting it pop out. Almost painful for both of us. Then releasing one ankle, to slap her hot cunt with the length of it.

"Beg, and I will give it to you."

I grit my teeth against the growl in my throat but it comes out anyway. a hot snarl, through clenched jaw. Like an animal. My control is nearly gone.

 

[Britwitch]

She shakes, and I am there to hold her down. She bucks and it is only harder into my fingers. She soaks around my hand, and for a moment I feel like my cup runneth over as her juices drench the lounger. Control. It is so hard to keep. Especially when she is so willing. When she is so wanting.

I can feel how wet she is, her juices still in my palm. I can taste her lust. It fills the air like her little moans. Like the babbled words of praise. Those secret sweet things. And I can see how perfect and pure that lust is. Like A white hot blaze threatening to engulf me, and take all my control with it.

I slacken. Let her shake, and move to take her thighs in my hands. To spread them wide for me, and while she shakes and cums to penetrate her. Fill her, and feel her insides ripple around me. Squeeze and milk me. It is always a shock, Not just for her but me. And I revel in causing it. It feeling how high she is. Like I have carried her body in my arms. On a crested wave, of pleasure. Up the mountain of her desire. Brought her to it's peak, on my fingers, and tongue. On growls and commands, and kisses.

Now Standing at that peak. I'll throw her off. And try to follow her down.

Hands grip her hips, and mine slam into hers. Like that wave beating against the shore. Endless, simple, primal. Natural. I was meant to fuck her like this. Like some force of nature, that spikes and impales her hungry body. That feeds her and fucks her. Somewhere my finger slick in her juices finds its way to her mouth, and I push it in. Make her taste herself. Watch her body shake. those perfect breasts shaking on her chest. Her legs get placed on my shoulders, Around my neck, and I lean forward. Rolling her body until I can suck on her breasts. Scrape my teeth on her nipples, and stare into her eyes.

Control.

The strokes come harder now. Slower, an easy rhythm of powerful strokes into her body.

A growl. Deep, and savage and full of menacing promise.

"Mine."

I pull out, and hang away. Rubbing and teasing the hot slick shaft, across the lips of her cunt, and stare deep into her eyes as I hold her ankles. Pushing the crown of my cock against her hungry little opening, just that half an inch of thick head, before it pops out and slaps across her wet lips.

Again.

And Again.

"Tell me what you want. Be a Good witch. A Good Slut."

I push the head in just that half inch more that lets it's flared crown sink and catch at her opening, before letting it pop out. Almost painful for both of us. Then releasing one ankle, to slap her hot cunt with the length of it.

"Beg, and I will give it to you."

I grit my teeth against the growl in my throat but it comes out anyway. a hot snarl, through clenched jaw. Like an animal. My control is nearly gone.

Just when she thinks her overloaded body can take no more, she is proven wrong. Her legs raised and parted, the hot, hard, heat of him pushing between her thighs, between the lips of her sex.
The size, the power of him as he enters her steals her breath. Blue eyes open wide as lips mimic their action. Her body is pinned down by the force of his thrusts, they are total, possessive. Body shuddering as he fills her again and again.

Her cheeks are flushed from their exertions so far, eyes bright with desire and need - a need which should have been sated long ago given the skill of his ministrations but which has instead been fed until it has grown into something that almost fills her entirely.

Every time he fills her, every time his hip crash into hers, she cries out. At least, she does until his finger pushes into her mouth. She can taste, smell, herself and she sucks the digit greedily. Eyes fixed on his as her tongue strokes the finger up and down, drawing it deeper between her lips. Her mouth only parts when she feels his mouth, his teeth, against her nipple once again. His finger remains on her tongue even as she groans around it.

Another powerful word. Mine. His. Being owned, for however long, is a very powerful thing and in this instance he did own her. Her body was following his every command, both the spoken and unspoken.

A wanton whine as he pulls out, a feeling of emptiness rushes through her, especially after his fingers and now his cock. Time and again he teases her, making her wriggle slightly beneath him but his hold on her ankles and her lack of energy post-orgasm make it hard to do anything but lay there and take whatever he gives to her.

"I...I want to be fucked, by you...please...please fuck me, fill me...please let me feel you fill me in every possible way..."

 

[chronicle_tenko]

Just when she thinks her overloaded body can take no more, she is proven wrong. Her legs raised and parted, the hot, hard, heat of him pushing between her thighs, between the lips of her sex.
The size, the power of him as he enters her steals her breath. Blue eyes open wide as lips mimic their action. Her body is pinned down by the force of his thrusts, they are total, possessive. Body shuddering as he fills her again and again.

Her cheeks are flushed from their exertions so far, eyes bright with desire and need - a need which should have been sated long ago given the skill of his ministrations but which has instead been fed until it has grown into something that almost fills her entirely.

Every time he fills her, every time his hip crash into hers, she cries out. At least, she does until his finger pushes into her mouth. She can taste, smell, herself and she sucks the digit greedily. Eyes fixed on his as her tongue strokes the finger up and down, drawing it deeper between her lips. Her mouth only parts when she feels his mouth, his teeth, against her nipple once again. His finger remains on her tongue even as she groans around it.

Another powerful word. Mine. His. Being owned, for however long, is a very powerful thing and in this instance he did own her. Her body was following his every command, both the spoken and unspoken.

A wanton whine as he pulls out, a feeling of emptiness rushes through her, especially after his fingers and now his cock. Time and again he teases her, making her wriggle slightly beneath him but his hold on her ankles and her lack of energy post-orgasm make it hard to do anything but lay there and take whatever he gives to her.

"I...I want to be fucked, by you...please...please fuck me, fill me...please let me feel you fill me in every possible way..."

"Your wish."

The words drip with desire. With unabashed shameless carnal need. Hands let go of ankles and let them drop to pick up hips and flip her to her knees. A hand tangles in freshly washed hair, and pulls tight. Hair in firm grip, Slippery in a fist. I walk about her. Happy to have a small leash, a small rest. My hand licking out to grope or slap gently at her flesh. a stinging slap against her bottom, one for each cheek. And soft grope and gentle pull as my hand scrapes from her breasts. Back and forth until I stand in front of her. Shaft hard and wagging in front. The thought is foremost. To make her taste herself off of me. To make her lick until I am clean. An impossible task, as I let a single drop of Pre bead, and drip, and then fall.

"You are beautiful."

I bite my lower lips, and Groan as I take my shaft in hand, and stroke it softly for her. Teasing. I know how much she wants to be fucked. I can see her bottom shake. It's torture. Torture for both of us, but I want this to last. Finally when my hand is sticky sweet with Pre and her juices I give her my thumb then each finger until the pinky. Popping them into her mouth one by one, as I keep my shaft just out of reach, by my fist in her hair. The pinky I clean myself. Something that good for her is for me as well.

"Turn about."

And a gentle tug brings her bottom to face me. her hair twisted when I let it go, and grab her hips. Pull her towards me, and kneel to enter her. To feed each thick throbbing inch back into her sweet sex.

"So tight."

That bottom is still un-reddened and a few quick slaps remedy that. My hands taking hold of her flesh as I pound my cock into her. Snarling as I pull her onto my shaft, Impale her on it as my balls slap. Angry, fast, simple. The rut of a beast and his mate. I slap her ass firmly. Hard enough to leave a handprint, and grip tight. Bend and pull her to me. Shorter, sharp staccato stabs into her core, as my other hand reaches between her legs and plays with her clit for her.

"Mine. My beautiful Witch."

 

[Britwitch]

"Your wish."

The words drip with desire. With unabashed shameless carnal need. Hands let go of ankles and let them drop to pick up hips and flip her to her knees. A hand tangles in freshly washed hair, and pulls tight. Hair in firm grip, Slippery in a fist. I walk about her. Happy to have a small leash, a small rest. My hand licking out to grope or slap gently at her flesh. a stinging slap against her bottom, one for each cheek. And soft grope and gentle pull as my hand scrapes from her breasts. Back and forth until I stand in front of her. Shaft hard and wagging in front. The thought is foremost. To make her taste herself off of me. To make her lick until I am clean. An impossible task, as I let a single drop of Pre bead, and drip, and then fall.

"You are beautiful."

I bite my lower lips, and Groan as I take my shaft in hand, and stroke it softly for her. Teasing. I know how much she wants to be fucked. I can see her bottom shake. It's torture. Torture for both of us, but I want this to last. Finally when my hand is sticky sweet with Pre and her juices I give her my thumb then each finger until the pinky. Popping them into her mouth one by one, as I keep my shaft just out of reach, by my fist in her hair. The pinky I clean myself. Something that good for her is for me as well.

"Turn about."

And a gentle tug brings her bottom to face me. her hair twisted when I let it go, and grab her hips. Pull her towards me, and kneel to enter her. To feed each thick throbbing inch back into her sweet sex.

"So tight."

That bottom is still un-reddened and a few quick slaps remedy that. My hands taking hold of her flesh as I pound my cock into her. Snarling as I pull her onto my shaft, Impale her on it as my balls slap. Angry, fast, simple. The rut of a beast and his mate. I slap her ass firmly. Hard enough to leave a handprint, and grip tight. Bend and pull her to me. Shorter, sharp staccato stabs into her core, as my other hand reaches between her legs and plays with her clit for her.

"Mine. My beautiful Witch."

Smoothly and swiftly she finds herself on her knees, supported by arms, head pulled back by her hair. Back arching, pushing her ass higher and causing her chest to thrust towards the lounger beneath her. She could imagine how she looked, still panting from the second, mind blowing orgasm he had driven her too, sex sodden and puffy from the attention it had received, nipples achingly hard and cheeks flushed. Needy. Used.

Muscles tense and body twitches as large palm strikes her skin at random. Stinging and heating the flesh in an instant. She whimpers, teeth fastening once again on lower lip as her breasts are scratched and pulled.

He stands before her, the sight making her wet her lips. Expectantly. Hopefully. Wanting, needing, to taste him, to feel him against her tongue. Her head strains against the tight hold in her hair, trying to bring her mouth close enough to lick. She can smell him, smell herself. The scent hangs around them, on them, both.

But she is to be denied. Instead of feeling him stretch her lips and fill her mouth she has to watch as his hand strokes the length back and forth. Finally I get a taste, but it is little more. A teaser. Each finger is sucked and cleaned thoroughly, eyes fluttering shut as their combined tastes mingle on her tongue.

A tug of hair and an instruction. Carefully she turns around, crawling into the position he wishes of her. Groaning loudly and pushing her ass higher as he slowly forces his way back inside, hot tightness clinging to him. More slaps, heating up her rear, making her hips jerk, making her take him deeper still.

Then it starts. He takes her. There is little other way to describe it. A purely lust driven coupling, taking and using her as he needs to pleasure himself and she enjoys every thrust as much as he does. Hips rise higher as fingers return and dance upon her clit. Arms shake and she loses her balance, dropping onto her front while her ass remains high in the air. With her face against the lounger cushions she growls a little herself, feeling him buck into her again and again.

 

[chronicle_tenko]

Smoothly and swiftly she finds herself on her knees, supported by arms, head pulled back by her hair. Back arching, pushing her ass higher and causing her chest to thrust towards the lounger beneath her. She could imagine how she looked, still panting from the second, mind blowing orgasm he had driven her too, sex sodden and puffy from the attention it had received, nipples achingly hard and cheeks flushed. Needy. Used.

Muscles tense and body twitches as large palm strikes her skin at random. Stinging and heating the flesh in an instant. She whimpers, teeth fastening once again on lower lip as her breasts are scratched and pulled.

He stands before her, the sight making her wet her lips. Expectantly. Hopefully. Wanting, needing, to taste him, to feel him against her tongue. Her head strains against the tight hold in her hair, trying to bring her mouth close enough to lick. She can smell him, smell herself. The scent hangs around them, on them, both.

But she is to be denied. Instead of feeling him stretch her lips and fill her mouth she has to watch as his hand strokes the length back and forth. Finally I get a taste, but it is little more. A teaser. Each finger is sucked and cleaned thoroughly, eyes fluttering shut as their combined tastes mingle on her tongue.

A tug of hair and an instruction. Carefully she turns around, crawling into the position he wishes of her. Groaning loudly and pushing her ass higher as he slowly forces his way back inside, hot tightness clinging to him. More slaps, heating up her rear, making her hips jerk, making her take him deeper still.

Then it starts. He takes her. There is little other way to describe it. A purely lust driven coupling, taking and using her as he needs to pleasure himself and she enjoys every thrust as much as he does. Hips rise higher as fingers return and dance upon her clit. Arms shake and she loses her balance, dropping onto her front while her ass remains high in the air. With her face against the lounger cushions she growls a little herself, feeling him buck into her again and again.

Her body. On it's knees. Face deep in the cushion, until a hand tugs her hair and pulls her face up. Makes her moan out from the pleasure and that hit of pain. More. She wants more, and there is little I can do but give it to her. But rush into her. Drive her body into my palm, Her clit into my fingers. Hardly to stroke but simply to grind. To pull her hair and arch her back, And use it as a point to fuck her harder.

She is up on her arms again, and a hard spank sends her down. The pattern repeats. A tug, and a slap. The control of the situation is lost when her heavy breasts fill my hands. overflow them. I want her too badly to stop. To pull her atop me and make her ride. To lie her down and play her like a guitar. To do more than savagely fuck this beautiful woman. To race with her until the need is too close.

It is close. That peak of my own. I could stop it. But I don't want to. I want her to Do for me. To bring me down with her. To wrap arms around my neck and pull me off that cliff with her. I want her to make me cum.

It's soon I know. But the witch is magical. Is wonderful, and wild, and strikes me like a tuning fork. I need this. Not often do I need this, but I do now. I stop and Bring my hands to her face. Kiss her soft, and pull from her. Breath in my throat catching. A cushion on the ground in front of where I spread my legs.

"Make me cum. Please."

Those simple words. And that final one. Please. So she knows how much she's done, and how she has affected me. That I would stop and let her bring me down. Give her the control I cultivated so well. But she is beautiful and she is willing.

And I even think that she is wanting.

"Make me Cum Witch."

 

[Britwitch]

Her body. On it's knees. Face deep in the cushion, until a hand tugs her hair and pulls her face up. Makes her moan out from the pleasure and that hit of pain. More. She wants more, and there is little I can do but give it to her. But rush into her. Drive her body into my palm, Her clit into my fingers. Hardly to stroke but simply to grind. To pull her hair and arch her back, And use it as a point to fuck her harder.

She is up on her arms again, and a hard spank sends her down. The pattern repeats. A tug, and a slap. The control of the situation is lost when her heavy breasts fill my hands. overflow them. I want her too badly to stop. To pull her atop me and make her ride. To lie her down and play her like a guitar. To do more than savagely fuck this beautiful woman. To race with her until the need is too close.

It is close. That peak of my own. I could stop it. But I don't want to. I want her to Do for me. To bring me down with her. To wrap arms around my neck and pull me off that cliff with her. I want her to make me cum.

It's soon I know. But the witch is magical. Is wonderful, and wild, and strikes me like a tuning fork. I need this. Not often do I need this, but I do now. I stop and Bring my hands to her face. Kiss her soft, and pull from her. Breath in my throat catching. A cushion on the ground in front of where I spread my legs.

"Make me cum. Please."

Those simple words. And that final one. Please. So she knows how much she's done, and how she has affected me. That I would stop and let her bring me down. Give her the control I cultivated so well. But she is beautiful and she is willing.

And I even think that she is wanting.

"Make me Cum Witch."

Every tug, every slap, every grunt that leaves his lips makes her inside twitch tighter around him. She is lost, swamped by wave after wave of pleasure, drowning in the feelings he stirs within her. She has needed this, for some time, needed to feel this way.

He stops and for a few long moments she wonders if she has done something wrong but no, he has one last command.

Smiling, almost shyly, she slips off the lounger and onto her knees upon the cushion that waits for them. Lips move forward to lick and kiss, to taste and clean, taking a few long slow strokes with her mouth, taking them for herself as well as him. Sucking him firmly, groaning around him as their tastes assail her senses. Hands brace on his thighs as she fucks him with her mouth, head swaying back and forth before him before she rises higher on her knees and removes her mouth. A different need radiates from him and she is desperate to please.

Hands lower to her chest, taking hold of the generous globes and setting his glistening shaft in between them. With blue eyes looking up into his face, she starts to stroke them. Pillow-soft flesh caressing his cock again and again, only breaking eye contact to occasionally suckle the head when it pops out between her breasts.

Her hands increase the pressure and her body picks up the speed when she hears a change in his breathing, a little sign, an indication that what she sensed was correct. Up and down, again and again, tongue licking the head every time it appears within reach.

His breathing grows quicker, a scent hits her nose, muscles tense in the body before her and she knows her prize is within reach. Two more strokes, three, then she feels it.

The stiff flesh twitching before the first hot strand shoots upwards and lands across her nose and cheek. Then another, landing on her lips, a third decorating her other cheek. She continues to pump her chest around him until her face wears a web of white, shining in the light, marking her.

When at last the jerking ceases she releases her breasts and takes him gently into her mouth. Suckling softly to clean, not to arouse. To thank him for what they have shared.

"I think..."

She says softly when she has finally taken him from within her mouth, still on her knees before him.

"...I may need another shower."

 

[chronicle_tenko]

Every tug, every slap, every grunt that leaves his lips makes her inside twitch tighter around him. She is lost, swamped by wave after wave of pleasure, drowning in the feelings he stirs within her. She has needed this, for some time, needed to feel this way.

He stops and for a few long moments she wonders if she has done something wrong but no, he has one last command.

Smiling, almost shyly, she slips off the lounger and onto her knees upon the cushion that waits for them. Lips move forward to lick and kiss, to taste and clean, taking a few long slow strokes with her mouth, taking them for herself as well as him. Sucking him firmly, groaning around him as their tastes assail her senses. Hands brace on his thighs as she fucks him with her mouth, head swaying back and forth before him before she rises higher on her knees and removes her mouth. A different need radiates from him and she is desperate to please.

Hands lower to her chest, taking hold of the generous globes and setting his glistening shaft in between them. With blue eyes looking up into his face, she starts to stroke them. Pillow-soft flesh caressing his cock again and again, only breaking eye contact to occasionally suckle the head when it pops out between her breasts.

Her hands increase the pressure and her body picks up the speed when she hears a change in his breathing, a little sign, an indication that what she sensed was correct. Up and down, again and again, tongue licking the head every time it appears within reach.

His breathing grows quicker, a scent hits her nose, muscles tense in the body before her and she knows her prize is within reach. Two more strokes, three, then she feels it.

The stiff flesh twitching before the first hot strand shoots upwards and lands across her nose and cheek. Then another, landing on her lips, a third decorating her other cheek. She continues to pump her chest around him until her face wears a web of white, shining in the light, marking her.

When at last the jerking ceases she releases her breasts and takes him gently into her mouth. Suckling softly to clean, not to arouse. To thank him for what they have shared.

"I think..."

She says softly when she has finally taken him from within her mouth, still on her knees before him.

"...I may need another shower."

As she kneels, my heart pounds and I gently push her hair out of her face. Stroke softly, and then gasp when she Starts to suck. Fervently, cleaning and slicking the shaft. Washing every bit as thoroughly as the shower. Making my hands shake as they hold her hair. But it isn't enough. Sweet, but simple, and then it changes. Like reading my mind, and her breasts wrap my shaft. I gasp at the image, and get lost in the sea of her eyes. Watching her face as her chest propels me closer. Closer.

I can't hold on.

"Brit. Fuck Unn. I'm cumming."

The warning is either un needed or un wanted or both. She knows and never lets up, taking me over that same edge I carried her to. All I do is gasp and moan, until even that leaves me breathless. Until finally I her face streaked and marked I shiver. Happy, tired. Amused and smiling that she may need another shower.

A kiss upon he lips, stained in me or not, And then I reach for a soft towel. Gently to clean her face. Then to pull her to me, To carry her shakily back to her room. And to rest in my arms. Cuddling softly.

"Thank you Miss Witch. I think I needed that."

 

[Noon_Shadow]

He tugs Brit down beneath the Pool Palace, into the dungeons, ignoring her playful resistance. He cups a breast to distract her for a second before he scoops her up in his large hands and then deposits her onto a table. He lays her flat on it, and, after a few seconds of wrestling, he gets her arms stretched out to either side, in a wide "V", before getting them strapped down to the table. He takes a quick breather, then, glancing down at her. Well, we're almost ready to start now, it seems.

He grins down at her face before he grabs at her ankles, tugging on them as well, wrestling with them and then spreading them to get her ankles strapped down. He sighs after the exertion of wrestling with her body, but having her strapped down to the table is a good start. To keep her from wriggling too much, he pulls out another strap, which is attached around her waist. And then there's a metal collar that protrudes from the table. Measuring carefully, to give her enough room to breath, he adjust that, then clamps it in place around over her neck to keep her head mostly still.

All right then. It seems we have solved the wriggling problem, at least enough to keep her still so that we can get accurate measurements.

Noon pulls out a notebook and starts jotting down nonsense notes.

 

[Britwitch]

He's too quick and too strong and all too soon she's strapped down.

If we're...sorry...you're just measuring my breasts, why does all of me need to strapped down...?

An eyebrow quirks as she tests the bonds that she already knows won't budge an inch. Watching his notebook and the pen filling it with goodness knows what.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

He glances at her in reply. His eyes narrow at her question and then her reaches around to slap at her breast. Hmm, seems you're questioning the research method too much. We're doing this to isolate all the independent variables, obvious. Unless you know a better way to keep the rest of you from wiggling while we're measuring your top.

He grinned down at her and then popped out his knife, quickly. Speaking of isolating variables.... He quickly flicked his knife through the straps over her shoulders, letting them fall free, so that her breasts spilled out easily into the slightly cool air. He tugged the material free and tossed it aside, his hand sliding down against her chest. He was dragging his palm against her chest, cupping her breast, hefting its weight with a grin.

Hmm, responsiveness seem good. I hope I haven't lost my fellow researches already...this laboratory shouldn't be too hard to find.

He chuckled as he scribbled down a note while pinched her nipple with his left hand.

 

[Britwitch]

She yelps at the slap, bra clad breast shuddering, thankful the material dulled the sting a little.
"Sorry..."

She murmurs almost petulantly before abruptly shutting up at the sight of the knife. Pressure against her chest tightened and then disappeared as the bra was destroyed. Generous mounds standing proudly on her chest in the cool air of the dungeon.

She glanced to the door, wondering if this would be a solo science project and then whined as sensitive nipple was pinched. Back trying to arch to alleviate the pressure and failing thanks to the restraint around her middle holding her down tight against the table.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

A chuckle from the corner.

"Don't worry about me. I'm just observing."

 

[Noon_Shadow]

He nods as he listens to her whining...making another note on his pad. He scribbled for a second before letting go of her nipple. Then he smiled as he leaned down and flicked his tongue soothingly across it. Oh, don't worry my dear, we're going to do this only the strictest scrutiny toward scientific principles. He was chuckling as he reached for a measuring tape. It was used to measure the distention of her breast, then the cool weight mental tip of was left brushing against her nipple, resting there.

Hmm, the size seems good so far. He nodded then over toward Scuttle Buttin. Of course! It's always nice to have an impartial observer. Though I might require assistance later, if the experimentation goes well.

Setting the notepad aside, he leaned over to grab at her breasts with both hands, now, gripping each of them in one big hand, cupping them, rolling them, playign with them, fingers stroking against the length of them, lightly rolling around on her nipples. He looked down at her face as he did this,t easing her breasts as well as he possible with his hands. He was lightly squeezing on the nipples, feeling how hard they were in his grip as he studied her.

Huh...seems to be an anomaly here..

 

[Britwitch]

She winced a little as the tape measured her breasts, cheek flushing a deeper shade of red in the process. Noting their audience and the large numbers showing on the measuring tape.

Fingers curled into her palms as breasts were both taken hold of. Heavy tissue massaged firmly, sensitive buds growing harder and harder, the skin surrounding each puckering in the process. Her breathing had grown noticeably heavier, and quicker.

Lips parted in a silent gasp as both nipples were squeezed, making her hips twitch below the waist restraint.

"Anomaly? What do you mean, anomaly?"

Her tone was anxious, eyes wide.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

A slight grin and a nod, eyes remaining on Brit however.

"Certainly... just let me know if I can be of any assistance."

 

[Noon_Shadow]

He continued to knead her breasts, then looking down at her face, his eyes locked with hers. He heard the soft gasping and noted the flush in her cheeks as he rubbed against her breast. He was tracing the areolas with his fingertips as he looked down at her mouth. Well, it's not something significant. I'm not sure if it will affect our research criteria at all, but I do feel it needs to be ironed out one way or another. He grinned as he splayed out his fingers against her breasts, then tightened them down, fingers dragging around the shape of her lovely gloves until he had her nipples right in his grip, then pinched down on them before letting go. As he did, he noticed a slight twitch of the hips.

He repeated the process, watching her waist again, until he noticed the same twitch of her hip. He muttered. Hmm....it seems we can't let you go just yet. There's something else going on here, some process connecting your nipples to your groin. I'll need to investigate further.

He strolled around the table. His hands were moving against her bare skin, teasingly dragging her body, until he reached up to her thighs, finding her panties. He moved his hands against the outline of them, tracing the seams all over her hip and thigh. Hmmm, I'm not sure where the problem area is... Then his finger traced the outline of her sex beneath them, noticing the twitch of her hips again, and seeing her chest move as she exhaled suddenly.

Aha!

 

[Britwitch]

Hmm....it seems we can't let you go just yet. There's something else going on here, some process connecting your nipples to your groin. I'll need to investigate further.

Her cheeks burned brighter as she realised where his train of thought was headed.

"I thought you were investigating any change in size that had occurred? Surely what you're describing now would be an entirely different experiment. And I wouldn't want to take up any more of your time than I need to so perhaps this is a good place to..."

Her words tail off as his trailing fingers linger over her panty covered crotch, hips jerking as sensitive flesh was stroked through the fabric. A gasp leaving her lips, causing her breasts to shudder on her chest.

Aha!

"I...I'm sure it's nothing!"

She insisted weakly.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

Another quiet chuckle from the corner, and he crossed his legs as he watched, eyes roaming her freely.

"I think you wouldn't be doing your due diligence if you didn't investigate any anomalies fully..."

 

[Britwitch]

Pulls at the restraints a little harder, looking over at Scuttle, smiling hopefully, fluttering long dark lashes

Well it seems our scientist has left us...perhaps you could do a witch a favour and...let me go...?

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

Grins quietly from his corner, arching a brow but otherwise remaining unmoving from where he sits.

"Now why on earth would I do that?"

 

[chronicle_tenko]

*Stopping to write Noon a long easy note.*

My most sincere apologies. But such a prolonged period of confinement can be damaging to your projects health.

Since this means you will have to start over, I am releasing your test subject for now, and would like to offer you the use of proper facilities...

Chronicle_Tenko's Lab and Think Tank at the Chateau (for his use only)

When next you return, I will help you recapture the witch as a form of Détente, where you can continue or restart your experiment in a better suited environment.

Sincerely,

-CT

*Taking a knife and freeing the witch with a slight grimace. Taking the time to resheath it and then rub the blood back into sore and pinched hands and feet, working over the shoulders arms back and legs. For almost a half hour until I am sure she can walk.*

"You can do your middle yourself. I would never dream of disrupting Noon's experiment, by laying on the test areas."


*Frowns*

"Well I would actually, Dream of it. And uh. Ok I'm just not doing it this minute. Though I think he's using the wrong testing instrument."

 

[Britwitch]

*Stopping to write Noon a long easy note.*

*Taking a knife and freeing the witch with a slight grimace. Taking the time to resheath it and then rub the blood back into sore and pinched hands and feet, working over the shoulders arms back and legs. For almost a half hour until I am sure she can walk.*

"You can do your middle yourself. I would never dream of disrupting Noon's experiment, by laying on the test areas."


*Frowns*

"Well I would actually, Dream of it. And uh. Ok I'm just not doing it this minute. Though I think he's using the wrong testing instrument."

The relief is obvious on her face as CT appears.

"Oh thank goodness! I was beginning to think I'd be down here forever...!"

There is a small amount of wincing as restraints are removed along with quiet hisses as blood tingles it's way into limbs kept still for so long.

"Thank you."

She says softly as his hands work to soothe aching muscles and stimulate the blood flow. At his suggestion she unbuckles the leather strap that runs across her middle and swings her legs to the side, letting her sit on the edge of the table.
She smiles slightly.

"I'll be sure to pass on your advice to Noon...any suggestions as to what he should be using...? In the interests of science of course!"