The Abode of Peace - Scenes of Antiquity

[Mav Unlimited]

Amaya

He looked down into those expressive eyes as her fingers curled around his turgid pole and began sliding back and forth from the base to the tip, slowly. The fingers of his hand reached out to caress the cinnamon colored hair that was drawing closer and closer towards his groin area. He showed no emotion as her eyes swept across him before pausing on his face and then moving away to take the mushroomed tip of his erection between her luscious red lips.

Closing his eyes for a moment as they pointed towards the wall in front of him, head rising up slightly, Malik felt the familiar warmth of Amaya's lovely mouth over him that he had come to know so well over the past several months. Her teeth never touched him. Unless required. He had rammed his fair share of word holes. Few compared to the fluidity and ease with which she blew.

He felt her starting to swallow him, slowly, drawing him into her mouth all the way until the engorged head started pushing against her throat, beginning to settle there. His fingers sliding over her head gripped her hair firmly as he felt himself beginning to pulse between her bright red lips, sliding along his thick brown shaft. His head dipped back each time her tongue teased him. His body shifted with the sliding of her mouth over his cock as his hips began to move slowly, thrusting back and forth. He needed to get ready. To fuck her. She was helping him do just that.

His arousal throbbed between her lips as the soft suckling sounds reached his ears. He tugged on her hair gently before his palm slid over the back of her head and held her firmly in place. Hips thrust forward. Shoving himself into her. Deep. He remained there for a while as his eyes darkened, gazing down at his beautiful little whore. Her lips were pressed against his groin as he ground into her. He needed to see her gag on his cock until tears rolled down those white cheeks. Malik pulled his dick out with a quick movement of his body backwards, the head still lodged between her lips, only to shove himself back down her ever accepting throat. His fingers were less forgiving this time as they grabbed a bunch of her hair and yanked her head back while he drove himself deeper down her mouth.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik

His hand fisted her hair, holding her firmly still as he started to rock his hips against her face. What went through a man’s mind at such a moment, she briefly wondered to herself. His need must be great as he was just short of being brutal with her.

Yanking her head back by way of her hair, his cock slid almost completely free of her mouth, except for the head. It lodged itself against the roof of her mouth, just behind her teeth. Her tongue tip errantly found that spot on the underside, just below the head and rubbed against it, just before he shifted again and jammed his entire length back into her mouth. His hips drew back again and this time he jerked her head back as he shoved forward. Her throat muscles were not quick enough to respond appropriately and she found herself gagging on his length as he continued to push it to the back of her throat. She whimpered. The sound reverberated against his cock head.

She was, strangely enough, aroused even more. Something deep inside her twitched and flickered. She could feel her own moisture on her thighs. Her exterior looks, ever so innocent looking and delicate, ran conflict with what went on inside her. She had been born of tragedy, forged in violence.

 

[DemureDryad]

"Mmph..." Akilah could feel his hands buried in her hair, flexing and gripping, communicating his pleasure. She used every little thing she had learned to give him the greatest joy she could offer. It took everything she knew to manage to swallow his massive, throbbing manhood. Her eyes watered from the effort of milking him in her wet, satiny throat. Slowly she withdrew, and he left her skilled mouth with an audible pop.

She gasped, panting, tears leaking from the corner of her eyes, streaking the kohl on her cheeks. Feminine fingers slid down her stomach, brushing past the thin, neatly trimmed strip of ebony fur. She traced the gleaming line of her heated flower, before slowly plunging a slender finger into her dripping depths. Her eyes never left his, even as his hand urged her to continue. As she sunk half of his length back into her talented mouth, she bathed the underside of his glorious cock with her tongue, whimpering softly around him as her finger circled her aching clit.

"More..."

His voice was strained, filled with desire and pleasure. Akilah knew he was about to come. Caughing lightly only once, she sunk to the root, burying him in her tight little throat. Come for me... Her hand encircled his sack, milking his balls just as she milked his shaft. "Mmmm..." She hummed, adding the vibrations to the sensations she heaped upon his sensitive manhood. Akilah felt every pulse, every burst of seed he shot directly into her belly. She continued her ministrations until the last of his contractions was finished.

He released the breathless, flushed courtesan, as she struggled to compose herself kneeling at his feet. A thin line of spittle connected the tip of his still achingly stiff cock and her swollen lower lip. She looked up at him, breasts heaving, eyes misty with amorous desire, her finger still toying her sopping sex, buried between spread thighs.

Her labored breath impinged upon her speech as she spoke. "Tonight... Tegyr... I belong... to you..."

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Amaya

A soft moan almost escaped his lips as her tongue found the underside of his bulbous head and tried to tease it. He was going to have none of that. She might be an excellent tease. But it was not what he wanted. Malik rammed his dick all the way into her mouth, feeling the head slide into her throat once again as his grip on her hair remained firm, his legs shifting only slightly now and then to maintain balance and respond to the growing heat and restlessness in his body. He needed to be inside her. Feel every inch of her warm, supple body against his. But not before he had fucked her throat raw.

She heard a grunt. His hips started moving slightly faster as the thick shaft of his circumcised penis sawed through her lips roughly. He didn't care whether she could respond quick enough. He continued to apply more and more force with each thrust as her mouth kept on accepting more and more of the meaty cock that she craved so much. They all did, ultimately. Those sweet mouths were designed just for that. And their cunts...

He threw his head back as her expert mouth showed no signs of backing out even as she gagged now and then. No tears. She was good. He knew that. He liked stretching her limits though. Just as he was planning to stretch that wet slit of hers, very soon. He knew those thighs would be moist by now. It showed in the way she was sucking him. The way those delicate movements of her body, even though subtle, were now well known to him. Her delicious whimpers only added to his excitement.

Suddenly, she found the velvety head slide out past her lips and slap against her cheek. He wanted her Now. It's what he had come to the Abode for. He withdrew in one quick motion, his fingers still holding her head firmly by the hair. His head dipped, eyes gazed down into hers. There was a soft, low growl that could be heard. He released her hair, yanking it back and moved his hand to the front. She would have lost her balance if she wasn't careful. His fingers lifted her chin. Dark eyes staring into hazel ones with wanton desire.

"Up."

 

[Light Ice]

They were just words.

In his life they had been poisonous things. They were the weapons of men who did not know the burden of loss, the service of sacrifice, or the evils of their machinations. Words were the tools of the ambitious. They were empty. Vacuous. The impurity of their words was how too frequently they failed to echo the desires of a heart. He'd come to loathe them in a way.

But she gave hers a potency. It lay in the heavy-lidded depth of her eyes. Her chest heaving, swelling as she gasped the room's suddenly hot air. The great power of her sensuality echoing in his frame, knees wobbled still from the power of his climax. Prick aching, still, from the power of his desires. For a moment Tegyr heard her and denied himself the gift. It seemed unlikely, impossible even, that she knew what she was saying.

It was her eyes that convinced them. Glassy with desire. Streaked where his prick's great girth had provoked tears when she'd forced it into the tight confines of her throat. She, even knelt like a whore with those delicate fingers twisting sharp across her clit, conveyed conviction.

It was enough to shatter the last of his restraint.

If she was his than he would use her. It was an unromantic word. She'd feel him draw her up again, by the hair, as his fingers cinched once more in the mahogany silk and lifted her up. The strength of his arms certain as he flicked her away from him, tossed her until she went stumbling forward and her thighs struck the bed that she'd intended them to share. Tegyr's strength was enough to force her to bend sharply over it, her round cheeks thrust up towards him. He kept her there by laying a palm across the small of her back.

And he roughly kicked her delicate ankles far apart, spreading her before him.

She braced herself beneath his fingers, tensing, waiting for him to plunge deep. The length of his prick ached for it, proud between his corded thighs. A ferocious column of steel-hard flesh, smooth and slick from her lips and his cum, curled faintly upwards with masculine potency. She braced herself as he held her there.

The heat embraced her sex sudden and sharp, his mouth pressing between the ample cheeks of her ass as he sunk to his knees behind her. The sharp, wolfish angles of his face buried themselves so his tongue could lathe shameless upon the petals of her sex, stroking over her, indulging in the wet sweetness before twisting a velvet mimic across her swollen clit.

He devoured her.

A vicious urgency punctuating his efforts. Intent, certain, as his tongue spun across her clit before slipping between the folds of her pussy and fucking desperately up into her. He, the towering soldier, with his handsome face pressed tight to her ass as she lay bent in the moonlight across the bed. Strong hands lifting to brace the back of her sleek thighs, holding them in the calloused stretch of his fingers, steadying her so his mouth could claim what was his.

 

[DemureDryad]

His hand was firm on her back, bowing her and presenting her body, open and vulnerable. She whimpered as he roughly kicked her long legs apart. His intentions were beyond doubt as he stood over her body, thighs quivering as she waited. Wet. Willing. Ready.

Toes curled against the rough sandstone in anticipation. She clutched desperately at a cardinal throw pillow. His forceful handling of her only excited her further. The look in his eyes echoed in her thoughts, the memory of his acceptance of her offer. Akilah bit her lower lip, bracing for an urgent, relentless pounding...

There was a moment between surprise and realization, as his warm tongue lapped at the honey leaking from her sensitive pussy. The sound that left her was as if he had stuffed her full with his thick, throbbing length. Her body tensed at his first touch, as if he was suddenly buried to the hilt in her tight, scalding treasure.

"Ngh!" As the revelation washed over her, her body relaxed, hips moving up, opening herself further for him. Shocks of bliss shot through her as he brushed her hardened button. Akilah relished this unexpected attention. It felt like a furious, passionate session between lovers, instead of a quick and dirty fucking between patron and whore. The sound of pleasure was unmistakable as his delightful tongue drilled deep inside her again and again, slender frame quaking within the bondage of his arms.

"Unnh! Oh, Tegyr..." Sensuous eyes fluttered as the sensations from such a rare treat washed over her. A dancers calf bent at the knee, the pleasure making her movements instinctual, purposeless, desperate, before the balls of her foot smacked swiftly back upon the stone. Her hips rolled against his wicked tongue only as much as his immovable grip would allow.

Helpless, salacious squeaks filled the room. Akilah could not help but whimper occasional incoherent phrases of breathless aramaic. She moved in on a heavenly, unfathomable peak, and it was not long before the sensitive girl teetered on the brink of ecstasy.

Her fingers dug into the sheets, knowing that a fistful of cotton would do nothing to anchor her against the imminent torrent of pleasure.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

He continued to fuck her mouth roughly. She continued to take it. Until he swiftly pulled himself free of her voracious mouth, his cock slapping against her cheek. She would have turned her head and taken him in again if he hadn’t bent over to look directly into her eyes. His low growl crept down her spine, leaving in its wake, a delicious, lethargic heat to burn its way through her veins. His yank on her hair almost cost her balance. His fingers found the underside of his chin, lifting her face to his, dark eyes piercing hazel ones.

“Up.”

The command no sooner left his lips and she was on her feet once again. Her eyes were still locked on his face. He was going to take her. Drive himself into her body, implanting himself so deeply, neither one of them would recognize where the other stopped or began. Her fingers curled at her sides. The question was, where and how.

 

[Light Ice]

She went up upon her toes as her delicate feet flexed, tightened, coiled until the arches strained dramatically. His tongue chased her, intent now, as he leaned forward and crushed his face entire to the soft sweetness of her sex. Honey smeared his stubbled cheeks, made slick the otherwise rough brush of his cheeks against her cheeks. Unrelenting, he crushed himself close, until the hot of his breath bathed her clit almost as roughly as his tongue while it arched its endless, tightening circles.

Her cries urged him on. Made him hot. They filled him with the primal, masculine pride that found itself unmerciful in the way it ran through him. With each moment his heart pounded harder, his blood surged hot through his veins, and the bracing of his strong hands at the back of her thighs turned to a sudden lewd grasp of her soft, round, delicate ass so that his strength could be used to spread her wider, open her to him.

She would cum.

He'd accept nothing less.

And while her hips rolled and dipped, ground herself against his tongue only to jerk forwards instinctively when his tongue found particular friction on her tightened nub, he moved with her. She rode his wolfish face, ground onto it, and found him crushed more tightly with her by the second. Unyielding. Unrelenting.

The strength of his hands holding her so that when she came she'd have no place to run, no place to pull herself to. From the very first tremble to the last, gasping wave, he'd tongue her until the sensations carried through her with such primitive force she'd be a soaked mess upon the bed's coverlet.

They had hours. Time. Not time enough. Time was a currency more potent than gold now. The moments bled on as he charged Akliah towards climax, intent upon giving to her the same certainty she had given him. She was his tonight. He'd make it clear. He'd fill her, take all of her, and use her to stretch the darkness from his mind and fill the void with her flawless femininity.

But he'd be hers, too.

An even trade.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Amaya

Malik's right hand reached towards her as she rose to her feet before him. His fingers touched her arm before trailing downwards, to her hip, once again, and disappeared underneath her shift, the fabric riding up her front thigh. His fingers already felt the wetness of her sex, trickling down her creamy thighs, even before they reached and stroked the moaning folds that lay between her slightly parted legs. His eyes never left hers. She could see what he wanted in them. He wanted to take her. Complete the task that he was there for.

They were close enough now that she could feel the head of his monstrous dick touching her belly. It throbbed against her skin as his fingers slowly slid against her slit before two of them pierced it in one quick thrust upwards, curling slightly, pulling towards him. His left hand slid around her waist almost the same instance, grabbing her roughly against him. His eyes bore into hers intently while his fingers remained stationary for a minute or two, letting her adjust to his movements. Her feet lifted from the floor a bit as he felt her scantily clad body press against his abs and his chest.

The left hand slowly crept downwards, his wrist sliding against her bottom before his palm shifted to grab the flesh between her ass cheek and her upper thigh, almost lifting her with one arm. He was a strong man. He could have lifted her up with just those two fingers if he wasn't worried about tearing her cunt apart or hurting her so badly that he would regret it. The other hand remained still, two fingers buried deep inside her dripping fuck hole. Their eyes were now at a level. She could feel his breath against her as her breasts pushed up against his chest.

Malik took a few steps towards the window, carrying her with him, as his fingers slowly began to move inside her tightness. As they reached the wall next to the only window that the room had, he gently lowered her down, the two fingers pulling out of her. One could see directly outside from the window. It was uncovered. Someone from outside, however would need super vision to observe what went on inside. Not to mention the darkness in the room, which would not allow anyone to see anything anyway. But there was always a possibility that someone was watching. Both his hands reached for the top of her undergarment, fingers sliding into the neckline and grabbing it as he pulled them in opposite directions to tear her shift apart with his bare hands. She was now naked. He would have taken her anyway, but the partition created by the garment, however sensuous or however thin, bothered him. Especially when he was about to fuck her.

"Turn around and face the window."

 

[DemureDryad]

The crest rushed over her, like the white-tipped peak of a furious wave. A scream ripped itself from her throat, arching the best she could in his arms. Her hands clawed at the bed, mussing the servants diligent work. The devilish tongue never stopped, never let her catch her breath. She squirmed, struggling against his hands, as if she was terrified to the ever intensifying bliss crashing over her.

But he never let go. For her own good. The cum from her pulsing slit dripped down his rough chin as he pushed her to ever higher peaks of pleasure. Without air left in her lungs, she was left silent, mouth open in a noiseless cry. Her eyes squeezed shut as the waves relentlessly battered her awareness into oblivion.

With ever so agonizing slowness she came down from her delectable sexual high, moaning as she sunk into the soft sheets, panting from the effort of her climax.

She flipped onto her back, looking with wicked seduction up at him. It was a good decision, to let him share her bed. There was an emotional quality to his actions, and it only made want to give him the night of his life even more. Her lips twisted in a mischievous smile, as she echoed his words, still reveling in the pleasant afterglow of her forceful orgasm.

"More."

 

[Light Ice]

"More."

A theme. An anthem.

In the room's dark he drew up from his knees, dragging his wolfish face across the soft stretch of her inner thigh. It was an act of selfishness. He craved, beyond all things, the feel of her against him. Soft, so utterly soft. The wicked and carnal intent posed between them momentarily forgotten in the selfish high that came with her pleasure. She was a wet, sopping, sensual mess atop the covers. His doing. It was in this, like any male was meant to feel, that he felt the most instinctual undertones of eroticism. In her cries, her writhing pleasure, he owned her in some small way.

It was a claim his hands echoed as they found her skin, cinching down on the delicate arch of her hip with one while the other encircled the swell of her breast.

Tegyr kissed her. Hard. Deeply. He drew her pouted lower lip between his teeth and bit down on it before soothing it with a pass of his tongue. Insistent. Ravenous. The hunger for her wrenching at his gut, tightening the washboard of rippled muscle there and flexing his flesh beneath the mural of scars painted on it. There would be no doubt of his wanting. His prick had never softened, never slackened from its rampant and unyielding hardness. The curve upward dramatic in his state of fevered want, precum already dribbling a hot, creamy trail down the thick vein that ran its center.

It was an angry looking thing. Blushed a dark color, slick and eager. The pulse of his heart secondary to the flex of his desire, bobbing it some, erotically swaying it between the corded columns of his thighs.

More.

A sentiment echoed in his language as he twisted them, gathered her in his arms and rolled her lissome form until the spread of her thighs straddled his rugged hips.

"More." He agreed as he sat up against her, burying his face in the soft place between her breasts. The kiss there deep, shameless in the way it pleased him to have the mounds crushed to his cheeks as his hands lifted to cover them. Her nipples were tight peaks against his palms, pressing into the callouses.

Her hair an ebony curtain, veiling him from the world beyond her.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik

He had, in essence, bought her. Though, technically, she still belonged to the brothel. She had a debt to pay off. Even all of the money Malik had paid to this place hadn’t paid off the debt owed. She never knew, time from time, what he wanted from her. She could always guess by his mood, how he treated her then and there, reacting accordingly.

She felt every inch the whore today. He was remote, borderline cold and reclusive. She wasn’t there to be his partner or his lover. She was his receptacle. Nothing could change who or what she was. Granted, not many men had used her before Malik found her. The men here had little use for white, fair-skinned women, preferring the darker toned, exotic beauties this foreign land had to offer. With Malik being the dark-toned, exotic looking one, maybe it stood to reason he was drawn to her.

He made her ache. From the depth of her womb it spread throughout her body until she was on fire with want and need. Trapped in the flames of lust. He had ripped her shift asunder, tearing it in half as if it were just paper in his hands. Even a reclusive man could feel desire and have the need to sate it. The fabric of her shift parted from her body, revealing the firm globes and their rigid nipples.

“Turn around and face the window.”

The tone in his voice made her throb, made her ache for his taking. Swift. Hard. Yes. Please. Now.

She turned slowly toward the window. Her palms came up to rest on the glass, spread apart from her head by inches. Her breathing became short and shallow as she waited for him.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Amaya

He was aware of how he was treating her today. He couldn't help it. There was something about women with fair skin that triggered the monster inside him now and then. He did not hate them. And as far as Amaya was concerned he knew in his heart she was not a whore like the rest of them. He was making her feel like one today though. Would he regret it later? Maybe. But he had bought her and every inch of her body belonged to him. He could treat it in any way he wished. Even if it hurt her feelings. Feelings? In a place like this? Why not. If he could have them, why wasn't she allowed to?

The conflicting emotions drove him wild until he grunted and pressed against her naked flesh from behind, his prick sliding between her legs, rubbing the wanton folds of her sex as he leaned down a bit and lifted her off the ground, both hands curling around and grabbing her thighs while shoving her up against the window even further, not bothering whether it would hurt her face, head, or any other body part. He leaned closer, chest pressing against her back, his mouth hovering close to her ear. No words. Just soft, low primal sounds emanating from his throat. Teeth claimed her neck, sinking into the tender flesh there, as his strong masculine hands clutched her outer thighs securely and planted her down firmly onto his throbbing erection. His teeth left her skin as his head dipped back slightly with a groan of pleasure, feeling her tightness squeeze him inside. He drove hard. All the way. He could feel the wetness of her arousal as the juices started
running down his thighs.

He was in no hurry to explode. His thrusts, however, were far from slow. He began to fuck her like an animal, her ass pressing back against his pelvis with each shove of the hardened length sliding deeper and deeper into her womb. He slid one hand around her waist to hold her in place before the other one left her thigh and moved to play with her supple breasts. Fingers twisted her erect nipples as if they were wrappers on a piece of candy while he continued to slam his dick into her pussy, hips beginning to move faster and faster. Her delicate body was being thrashed against the window and the wall underneath. Malik's fingers left her breasts and grabbed her beautiful cinnamon colored hair in his hand, pulling her head back as his mouth slid past her ear and her cheek to plant a rough, hungry, but almost dispassionate kiss on her mouth.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik:

She felt the heat from his body emanating over her backside. Amaya felt his cock slide between her legs. She instinctively spread them further apart, feeling the slope of his cock head rubbing against her folds. As he lifted her off the ground, her upper body pressed against the window pane. The primal sounds emitting from his throat made her slicker. At the same time his teeth found the back of her neck, her whole consciousness shifted, she became something primal, a female in heat, waiting for her male to take her. She didn’t have long to wait, with her slickness and readiness, he slid into her easily as he drove himself deeper into her.

Her cheek was pressed against the glass, the pressure against it varied with his thrusts. The wilder and harder the thrusts, the more pressure was forced upon her cheek. There were times when her cheek left the glass and slammed back against it. She winced at those times. There was going to be a bruise on her cheekbone, she was sure.

One strong arm, wrapped around her waist, held her pinned to him. His free hand came up, found her nipples, twisting them. What was already hard, became harder. She felt painful pleasure from his tweaking them. It made her grind her ass back into his pelvic region, moaning softly.

His hand fisted her hair again, jerking her head back against his shoulder, turning her face toward his, where he planted a rough, masculine kiss on her mouth, crushing it beneath his without care. Her soft whimpering was taken into his mouth where he devoured it as his hips ground hard against her ass. His cock pressing relentlessly against the entrance to her womb.

His female bitch. Open. Wanton. Animalistic.

 

[DemureDryad]

She remained dazed, with a far away look in her eyes, as the sensation of his stubbled cheeks over her thigh forced and involuntary purr from her lips. She lounged, pleased but not content, her dark curls disheveled fanned out behind her in an charcoal sheet. Her eyes followed as he moved sinuously up her prone form, projecting her lust and continuing hunger. Empathy, too.

His hands. She loved his hands, how they firmly grasped her hip, how they imposed their roughness with hidden affection on her breast, that delicate and responsive area that so few men forgot. Her skin glistened with the faintest sheen of sweat, evidence of the sweet, luxurious ordeal he had put her through, and a precursor to the epic they were about to tell.

There was no struggle when he kissed her. Akilah offered a quiet moan of approval as he explored her mouth with vigorous enthusiasm. Her lips bruised from the force of it, yet she reveled in the symbol of it, in the earnest hunger of the gesture, and the eternal sensuousness of lips against lips. She wondered if there would ever come a day when the kiss became obsolete. She hoped for the futures sake that it did not. There was no other action to demonstrate such hunger as his kiss portrayed.

His teeth bit down on her lip, only to be soothed not a moment later. "Nn..." She felt the insistant hardness of his cock, tapping her belly, wetting it with his essence.

Akilah's hands sifted through his hair as he turned their shared entangled mass on its head, thighs straddling his hips, the wet, puffy petals of her sex delicately kissing the thick, pulsing length of his manhood.

"More."

She giggled breathlessly, both at his lonely word and the feeling of his face crushed against the soft pillows of her bosom, sucking, licking, kissing. Her hips ground against the underside of his cock, wetting him with her nectar. Infinitesimally, she raised her hips, feeling him poised at her slick little slit, prodding at her eager tunnel. Well manicured nails dug into his back as she sunk down, slowly, lazily impaling herself, sheathing him in her tight, sopping pussy. The passion in her moan echoed the rhythmic squeezing in her silken heat. So full...

The lusty whisper, familiar to him by now, escaped her again, full lips brushing against the side of his nose. "Mmm... Why do I want you so much?" And then she kissed him, as hard and with as much emotion as he had ever kissed her, grinding her throbbing clit lazily against the base of his cock

 

[Light Ice]

She spoke a whore's words and he believed her, willingly, amidst the dark as her nails dug half-moons into the broad stretch of his shoulders and she levied her hips against him. This was not a place for caution and Tegyr surrendered it, surrendered everything, laid his strong hands on arch of her little hips and sunk himself into the feeling of their gentle, listing grind against his own. The slick feel of his prick pulsing deeply inside her, dragged against the clutching satin of her walls as she worked him where she needed him to be.

But he had no answers for her. It was a clouded picture, obscure, and it was filled with the nebulous details and qualities to which she might have found some appreciation.

There was no haste now. They had hours. His body flexed beneath her, against her, strong and suddenly soft all at once. She had not been a fool to anticipate before, when he'd bent her across the bed and thrust her legs apart. She'd feel the strength in him now, always, and the imaginable ease in which the primal could overwhelm the sensual. It could so easily be that she was bent, ass over tits, crying out while he ravaged her with the hammer stroke of his hips and the punishing plunge of his prick into the depths of her pouted, sopping petals.

Instead, she ground on him. Found him willing to indulge in this, in her, and the soft erotic comfort of her hips working salaciously against his own. The beat slow. The friction hot. Sparks of sensation arcing through him as she clamped down upon the great stretch of his girth and fought through the fullness he provoked in her. She rode him, gracefully and sure, with a dancer's ease and a depth of movement that saw her sleek spine forge itself into a bow-like arch under his wandering fingers.

Pure. Feminine. Erotic.

He was conflicted, too enrapt by the feel of her breasts against his chest and her hair against his cheeks to so easily abandon his place seated against her. Still, a particularly deep rock of her body against his found him rooted to the hilt in her again, deep enough that the massive crown of his prick ran out of velvet walls to fill and bottomed out against her. Sparks turned to fires, explosions of pleasure at the realization and the spongy resilience of her pussy's end and he finally fell back upon the sheets.

Left to look up at her, Tegyr thrust a hand up in the dark. The great strength of his hand sudden and certain against her cheek, pushing her hair off it as he gripped it with a lover's intent and braced her face so that the hazel of her eyes was his to plunder. The vision of her, breasts swaying prettily, soft belly undulating as she ground on him, and the way her hair swayed nearly enough to snap his restraint. Nearly.

His thumb slid across her lower lip as a word left him. A low, gutteral, filthy words echoed in the dark heat between them.

"Fuck." He said. Growled. Rumbled.

And the muscles beneath her body tightened while his heart softened.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Amaya

His mouth left hers. His hips however continued to grind harder and faster against the softness of her bottom. His throbbing shaft getting squeezed with every thrust as it pushed towards her womb. They were both panting like wild animals in heat. Malik's grip on her hair was firm as their bodies arched and buckled, the juices from her sopping wet cunt drenching their thighs as he rammed forcefully into her. The orgasm was building. Slowly. He could feel the wanton heat between them as his dark flesh slid against her light skin, the sweat trickling down their bodies. Amaya's upper body was being twisted as if it was jelly while her lower body was being penetrated by his masculinity.

His hand released the grip on her hair and shifted to clutch at her hip once again, while the arm that held her pinned against his torso moved to grab the other hip. His thrusts slowed down, but only for a minute as he shifted back slightly, dragging her with him, positioning her body against him in just the way he needed it, totally ignoring the discomfort that it might cause her. Once he picked up pace again, she could feel him pounding inside her harder than ever. He couldn't see her face. All that was visible to him was her bare behind and the hair splayed over her shoulders and upper back.

Legs spread wide open on either side of him, her hands would certainly slide down towards the base of the window, her face mashed below, upper body hanging in the air as those lovely breasts brushed against the tiny little horizontal part of the wall below the window from time to time. If his thrust weren't shoving her head against the window, she would have dropped down and hurt herself, as if the existing condition she was in wasn't painful enough. The loud grunts, moans, and heavy panting, not to mention the delicious whimpers that he was inciting in her could be heard clearly. The primal sounds of mating.

The violence continued. It was unlike him. And it wouldn't stop until he was satisfied. Until he had exploded inside her. And planted his seed into her womb. And then left.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik:

The secretions of her arousal overflowed from that part of herself gripping his shaft and slid down her inner thighs. She could feel it being smeared by his thighs across her skin. Her arms were fully extended, palms pressed against the glass of the window as his lower body continued to pound into her. She felt him slam against her entrance with the brutality of lust.

His hand left her hair. His arm left her waist. She felt both of his hands on her hips, violently jerking them back against him as he shoved forward into her. His rhythm increased, his actions became more intense. She felt like she was caught up in funnel of fiercely swirling sand. The sounds of sex were everywhere, punctuated by his groans and growls, her moans and whimpers. Her breasts, when they weren’t brushing up against something, jiggled in the air from the force of his thrusts.

Amaya was losing it, becoming nothing more than matter reacting to matter, driven by lust and passion to an edge that she would soon go catapulting off of.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Amaya

He hammered his manhood into her like a nail being driven into a wall with full force. The thickness of his head kept hitting her inner walls at various points as he kept on slamming her without pausing in between. The small dark room was filled with primal sounds of pleasure, passion and pure lust. He was using her as if she was means to an end and nothing more. A piece of raw meat that was to be chewed and sucked of all it's juices before spitting it out. His eyes darkened even further, watching her ivory skin glisten with sweat. The sunlight from the window shone on her cinnamon colored hair as it swished around from one side to the other. He needed to see the look in her eyes though. Those pupils as they dilated and the silent lust filled moans that emanated from the round hazel buttons.

Malik's hands roughly moved upwards, underneath her body as he bent slightly and quickly grabbed her breasts, his arms supporting her from beneath. His thrusts became slower and slower until they almost came to a halt. Her body was pulled up against his like a tender pillow being hugged against his chest. She could feel his breath against the back of her neck. The man turned and carefully stepped towards the bed, once again, carrying her with him. His mouth, hovering ever so close to her ear, growled before he bit into her earlobe using his sharp teeth. His dick slid out of her slowly as he lifted her entire body up a few inches using his arms, his hands crushing her breasts as they clutched them firmly. Then, he just threw her down onto the bed without warning.

"On your back."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik

Droplets of sweat rolled down her neck, into the valley provided by her breasts. She felt them slide down her abdomen, dip into her belly button before they gently lost themselves in the trimmed mound of soft reddish curls at the juncture of her thighs. His use of her body was going to result in passion’s bruises, inside and out. For the moment, she didn’t feel them. She felt incredibly alive and despite his seemingly aloofness, desired.

Malik’s palms slid over her curves to her abdomen, coming up under her to grasp her breasts. Her breath drew inward on a sharp intake as his teeth found her earlobe. That same breath was forcibly ejected from her lungs as he threw her onto the bed, launching her face first into the mattress. Even before his command came, she was rolling unto her back, legs spread like a common whore on the duvet.

Her eyes shot to his face, seeking his own eyes to see if he was as dispassionate as he sounded and acted. What she found there made her breath suck in again. Lust and passion mingled in the dark color. Her eyes traveled slowly down his body as he loomed over her. They lit up with pure feminine appreciation for his form and strength. If her throat hadn’t dried up or tightened, she would have mewed. Her gaze traversed back up his body, back to his face. Amaya wet her lips with the tip of her tongue. Hazel fire met dark fire.

“Take me.”

Her tone was a guttural whisper.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Amaya

He knew he was in trouble as soon as her eyes met his. She could see through him. He had avoided eye contact until now. However remote, controlled, or cold he acted, she knew there was a heart that was beating behind that rugged chest. But he needed her looking at him irrespective of what emotions she may see. Because for now, there was only wanton lust and dark desire surrounding his face that she could easily see in his brown eyes.

He throbbed as her eyes traversed his naked masculine form. The juices glistened over his shaft as it hung perpendicular to the ground, waiting to enter her once again. Malik's face still showed no emotion as Amaya spread her legs eagerly for him, rolling onto her back even as he was speaking. It was as if she knew what he wanted. It pleased him inwardly. She acted like a whore in front of him. She moaned like a whore when he fucked her. And she craved his cock just like a prostitute would. And why not. He had after all paid a hefty price to keep her. He sometimes wondered if all of this was just a game on her part, to stroke his ego. He had no idea what she did once they had separated. After all, she was fucking him for money. She could easily be fucking some other prick for more gold.

“Take me.”

He heard that guttural moan as it escaped her lips and leaned down to place one hand over her knee before climbing onto the bed and parting her thighs wider than they already were using both hands, the other hand sliding down her wet inner thigh. Two fingers found her sex as Malik shifted between her legs. He rubbed her folds slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. Two fingers went between his lips and inside his mouth before being pulled out. Tongue licking lips quickly. Then all of a sudden, his eyes, once again turned dark as his right hand grabbed the shining pole of his cock and began stroking it slowly. He did not enter her. Instead, he wanted her to crave it. And beg him to fuck her. If she convinced him, he might just do it. Otherwise, he always had the option of spraying his load on her naked flesh and leave her there panting. He was not very far from exploding, but one thing he did have was control over his own body.

"Take you where, Amaya?"

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik:

He thought to hide from her behind some wall of ice? Was he toying with her? Did he need to act this way to have an orgasm? What was his deal? Being in this place for as long as she had, she could look at people and read them. Accurately. It’s what made her so good at what she did. With Malik, sometimes, she could read him and sometimes, she couldn’t. The fact she lived in this place, that she was a whore, would always stand between them. He could never forget the countless faces she spread her legs for.

He couldn’t know. He never would. She could be dead any given day because of what she did away from this place. She was a whore. Bought and paid for by gold. It was better that way. Yet, he was the first one to make her ache inside, hurt. She forced her mind from it.

Her eyes watched him climb on the bed, parting her legs obscenely wider apart. Amaya watched, and felt, his fingers rub against her before they dipped inside her throbbing heat. Her eyes darkened, following his fingers to his mouth, watching them disappear inside of it, tasting her. Her chest rose and fell. He drew her gaze to his cock. Shiny. Slick. Slowly stroking it. His motions made her crave him, desire him to insane levels. She desperately wanted him inside her again, pounding against her flesh with his own.

Her lips parted as she tried to speak and found that nothing came out but a soft sound. She closed her mouth, cleared her throat and tried again. Her eyes watched him, stroking himself. Her desperate look flew back to his face.

“Here. On this bed. Fuck me, Malik. Please. I need you in me, filling me, pounding into me.”

Her desperation transmitted itself to her fingers, which floated over her body, found her pearl of sensitivity and began to rub against it. Those same fingers dipped between her slick folds, driving into her molten heat a couple of times before they slid free and found her nub of pleasure again.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

He enjoyed watching the expressions in her eyes as he tried to tease her. He needed to be inside her just as much as she wanted him. She made him ache inside. In more than one way. His tongue swept across his lips quickly as her fingers hungrily rubbed her own needy sex before dipping inside her honey pot and sliding against her clit. His eyes were steady. His expression turning cold once again as she spoke.

"Fuck you? You need Me? Or you just need A cock inside your whorish cunt? Hm?"

He was pushing her limits. He hated the conflicting emotions that were causing him to behave in such a manner and be out of line. He was in a brothel after all. Women here spread their legs for different dicks each day. Was he expecting too much? She had promised to give him whatever he needed, whenever he needed it. What she did when he wasn't around was not supposed to be his concern. She was not his wife or girlfriend. She was a prostitute. Bought by him. For her time. And her body. That was the deal. He had no right to question her like this.

But whatever he said or did to her, she could almost always read him well and know what was going through his deviously crooked mind. Almost always. She always knew his heart was in the right place, even when his head was not. She could see the desire in his eyes. It was only for her. Along with the desire however there was a hint of unnecessary suspicion, jealousy and a feeling of possessiveness looming.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik

Her fingers stilled and pulled away from her body. Her whole body stilled as his words washed over her. She deserved that, she supposed. Seeing things from his mind. Her head, which had been lifted up off the bed, lowered. She turned her face aside, her eyes closing against the world, against him. They both knew what she was. They couldn’t escape it. But it hurt. Oh, how his words hurt. She drew in a long ragged breath and opened her eyes. She knew what she needed to do. Steel will replaced hurt. She forcibly shoved hurt into a dark closet of her mind. It had no place here.

There was a quiet, calm air to her when she replied. Lifting her head from the bed again, she opened her eyes, finding his and holding his look. Her voice, when she found it, was soft, firm and delicate.

“I want you, Malik. I need you.”

She didn’t break their eye contact.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Amaya

He watched as her entire body came to a still after hearing his words. Her eyes closed even as he gazed down at her. He had obviously hurt her. He could see it from her demeanor. She was shielding it. Placing it aside in some deep dark hole where nobody would be able to notice it.

When her eyes opened and she looked directly at him, speaking, he realized that he needed to do the same thing. Shove his emotions aside and complete the task he had come here for. Without making a fuss about things. Her gaze softened him slightly.

He grabbed her legs in the same manner he had before. Only this time she was facing him instead of her back. Her legs spread wide open, his glistening erection dangerously close to her wet folds. He clutched at her hips as his hands slid up her thighs and drove himself into her as her body lifted off the bed slightly, back of the head still touching the pillow. He remained deep inside her for a minute or two, watching her before his hips began to thrust with force. She squeezed him inside her with each movement. Her beautiful breasts jiggled on top of her body as he fucked her. Her hands flailing about, trying to grab the bed sheets. They were going at it once again.

She needed him to pound her. And fill her. And he was going to do exactly that. Until both of them collapsed into a heap.