Welcome to Hell.

[Seranova]

she lets out a deep gasp as his nails dig grip her flesh and moans as he pushes into her deeper. A soft whimper escapes her lips as he pulls back her head and nibbles on her neck Yes and no she purrs in response to his question. She can feel the perspiration dripping down her flesh with her fluids. She pulls up her legs wrapping them around his back she moves her hand to the back of her head tapping his hand so he'll let go. Once he does she uses her hand on the back of his head to to hers. Her eyes lock with his and she reaches up sealing his lips with hers once again kissing him with a deep feverish passionate kiss. As her body clenches down on his shaft and she convulses over it shuddering wave after wave of orgasmic bliss

While her response confuses him, he releases his hold on the back of her hair and returns the kiss fervently. When her orgasm obviously overtakes her, he continues his pace, even increasing its speed. The tightness and clamping were near overwhelming, and he groaned quickly against her mouth. It wouldn't be long now for his own. Hips propel, legs push, and length dives repeatedly into the heat of her sex.

I'm so close...

The whisper is heated, passionate, and against her lips as the precipice is neared. Very soon, the point of no return will be reached, and he will release his stored seed.

 

[Perplexia]

she purred softly and whispered "roll me on top"

 

[Seranova]

she purred softly and whispered "roll me on top"

A raised brow as he slows and rolls with her so that she is on top for a change. His eyes meet hers and a grin touches his lips.

There you go...

 

[Perplexia]

A raised brow as he slows and rolls with her so that she is on top for a change. His eyes meet hers and a grin touches his lips.

There you go...

she smiles and tightens herself around him rolling her hips in circles slowly at first and then a bit faster she begins to ride him. Enjoying the way she impaled upon him. She bends backwards as she moves faster, bending him with in her. Her long hair swashing at the inside of his thighs as she uses his thighs to keep her from falling. Faster an harder she moves on him, gasping an moaning as she begins to breath faster once again, clamping down on him. she sits up and leans forward her eyes meeting his before she kisses him deeply. Her hips never stopping their riding of him. Pushing herself over once again.

 

[Seranova]

she smiles and tightens herself around him rolling her hips in circles slowly at first and then a bit faster she begins to ride him. Enjoying the way she impaled upon him. She bends backwards as she moves faster, bending him with in her. Her long hair swashing at the inside of his thighs as she uses his thighs to keep her from falling. Faster an harder she moves on him, gasping an moaning as she begins to breath faster once again, clamping down on him. she sits up and leans forward her eyes meeting his before she kisses him deeply. Her hips never stopping their riding of him. Pushing herself over once again.

Hands travel her breasts, fingers grasp at her nipples, his mouth returns her kiss fervently. But he knows that the inevitable is on its way, all too quickly. Hips rise to meet hers, and his lips part to groan aloud while he stares into her eyes. Just a few more... he can feel it building. Fingers grip at her thighs, and nails run down. Almost. Sweat pours from their collective bodies. He gasps aloud.

Fuck! I'm gonna cum!

 

[Perplexia]

Hands travel her breasts, fingers grasp at her nipples, his mouth returns her kiss fervently. But he knows that the inevitable is on its way, all too quickly. Hips rise to meet hers, and his lips part to groan aloud while he stares into her eyes. Just a few more... he can feel it building. Fingers grip at her thighs, and nails run down. Almost. Sweat pours from their collective bodies. He gasps aloud.

Fuck! I'm gonna cum!

she lets out a deep moan and squeezes him as tightly as she can with in her. Her eyes staying with his as she rides him faster and harder Her lips move to his ear and she whispers softly "Fill me with your passion lover" Her lips then moved back to his. Her hips still gyrating over him as her flower seals him in as tight as she can.

 

[Seranova]

she lets out a deep moan and squeezes him as tightly as she can with in her. Her eyes staying with his as she rides him faster and harder Her lips move to his ear and she whispers softly "Fill me with your passion lover" Her lips then moved back to his. Her hips still gyrating over him as her flower seals him in as tight as she can.

A gasp is passed into her mouth as his member twitches suddenly and the climax begins. Wave after wave overtakes him as he pumps his heated gift deep within her core, each pulse shooting powerful bursts into her sex. Each one brought a shiver down his body, as muscles flexed in effort to deposit every drop of the seed. Finally, and with a last shiver, the last was emptied into her, and he sighed contently. A small chuckle, and a grin flashed across his face.

I hope that was worth the wait...

 

[Perplexia]

A gasp is passed into her mouth as his member twitches suddenly and the climax begins. Wave after wave overtakes him as he pumps his heated gift deep within her core, each pulse shooting powerful bursts into her sex. Each one brought a shiver down his body, as muscles flexed in effort to deposit every drop of the seed. Finally, and with a last shiver, the last was emptied into her, and he sighed contently. A small chuckle, and a grin flashed across his face.

I hope that was worth the wait...

It was my dear, was it worth your wait?

 

[Seranova]

It was my dear, was it worth your wait?

Nods and kisses her softly, then a playful grin.

It was, indeed.

 

[Perplexia]

Nods and kisses her softly, then a playful grin.

It was, indeed.

smiles and returns his kiss keeping him inside of me. I'm glad that we were able to equally please she said with a smile Now i could enjoy this some more, but keeping up with your writing created some needs that i must go take care of I read your post and love it as always. My only concern is she's not going to want to shift because she'll be naked.

 

[Britwitch]

A witch slips into Hell, instantly her clothes are replaced with little more than not-so-strategically places rags and heavy shackles encircle her wrists, trapping them behind her.

The rock she laid across during her last visit is still in place and, unsure of how someone in her position should wait, she moves to stand beside it. Head bowed and hands clasped behind her back. Waiting.

 

[Seranova]

A witch slips into Hell, instantly her clothes are replaced with little more than not-so-strategically places rags and heavy shackles encircle her wrists, trapping them behind her.

The rock she laid across during her last visit is still in place and, unsure of how someone in her position should wait, she moves to stand beside it. Head bowed and hands clasped behind her back. Waiting.

He slips from the shadows and moves behind her quickly. He doesn't touch her, not yet. But his lips come close to her ear while standing just behind her form, and a small, teasing whisper falls.

Welcome back, little witch... I see our last time together has only served to bring you back to us...

Heated breath, smelling her skin, her hair, then a tongue slips out and licks flatly and slowly up the side of her neck.

 

[Perplexia]

slids in the back enterence onto her fluffy bed. Takes off the old sheets and puts on new ones.

 

[Britwitch]

He slips from the shadows and moves behind her quickly. He doesn't touch her, not yet. But his lips come close to her ear while standing just behind her form, and a small, teasing whisper falls.

Welcome back, little witch... I see our last time together has only served to bring you back to us...

Heated breath, smelling her skin, her hair, then a tongue slips out and licks flatly and slowly up the side of her neck.

The darkness is deceiving, the amount of candles and flames should illuminate the place but, if anything, they only highlight just how dark the shadows are, how dangerous.

The voice comes out of no where and makes her jump a little but she manages to hold back the squeak of surprise that rises into her throat.

Yes, yes it did...

The lick sends goosebumps tripping over her skin.

 

[Seranova]

The darkness is deceiving, the amount of candles and flames should illuminate the place but, if anything, they only highlight just how dark the shadows are, how dangerous.

The voice comes out of no where and makes her jump a little but she manages to hold back the squeak of surprise that rises into her throat.

Yes, yes it did...

The lick sends goosebumps tripping over her skin.

One hand rises up flesh, which is not even really covered by the torn rags that hang off of her form, and closes around her throat tightly. There is no impeding of life-giving air just yet, but the hand was tight, regardless. His other hand slips behind her and grabs a firm hold of rump-flesh a few moments later. A sneer touches his lips.

And how has my hole been doing? Does it miss me?

 

[Britwitch]

One hand rises up flesh, which is not even really covered by the torn rags that hang off of her form, and closes around her throat tightly. There is no impeding of life-giving air just yet, but the hand was tight, regardless. His other hand slips behind her and grabs a firm hold of rump-flesh a few moments later. A sneer touches his lips.

And how has my hole been doing? Does it miss me?

Muscles tense ever so slightly as fingers and palm curl around her throat, holding it firmly. Her cheeks colour quickly as his other hand lands on her behind and his questions are asked. She replies quietly with a voice that's a little unsteady.

It...it has been doing fine...and yes, yes it does...it has...

Part of her can't believe the words that so easily fall from her lips down here, another isn't surprised in the slightest.

 

[fr33ks33k]

*A darkened alcove, once empty, now holds his presence. His eyes adjust quickly and his sight is immediately filled with the vision of a woman, quite familiar though her attire is drastically different. There is another aura, a dark soul. Perhaps a kindred spirit, drawn to this place as he was.

The woman is shackled and from the darkness she is grasped and fondled. He smiles and awaits the appropriate moment to reveal himself. Maybe even join in what appears to be an entertaining venture.*

 

[Seranova]

Muscles tense ever so slightly as fingers and palm curl around her throat, holding it firmly. Her cheeks colour quickly as his other hand lands on her behind and his questions are asked. She replies quietly with a voice that's a little unsteady.

It...it has been doing fine...and yes, yes it does...it has...

Part of her can't believe the words that so easily fall from her lips down here, another isn't surprised in the slightest.

Maybe I should visit it again...

The chuckle that follows carries an edge of sadistic pleasure, as the hands pull away from her flesh and throat, and he takes a few steps back into the darkness for a moment. His voice comes through from nothingness to reach out to her.

Tell me, little witch. Have you had any experience with clamps? Those nipples practically scream to be abused, and your clit was quite responsive to my touch last time.

When he returns from the shadows, a long, thin chain dangles from his hand, held aloft in front of his face. A trio of clamping devices hang from the chain, which is split into three different lines. One would not have to be a genius to guess at each device's intended purpose.

 

[Britwitch]

Maybe I should visit it again...

The chuckle that follows carries an edge of sadistic pleasure, as the hands pull away from her flesh and throat, and he takes a few steps back into the darkness for a moment. His voice comes through from nothingness to reach out to her.

Tell me, little witch. Have you had any experience with clamps? Those nipples practically scream to be abused, and your clit was quite responsive to my touch last time.

When he returns from the shadows, a long, thin chain dangles from his hand, held aloft in front of his face. A trio of clamping devices hang from the chain, which is split into three different lines. One would not have to be a genius to guess at each device's intended purpose.

If you wish to, it is yours...

She murmurs as hands leave her and she feels him move away. She doesn't turn around, as much as she'd like to. She has a feeling he will be back.

There's also the feeling of something...someone...else being there with them...watching...

His next question makes her whole body shiver at the concept. When he comes into the view, the chain with it's vicious looking clamps is swinging from fingertips.
She shakes her head, eyes wide and fixated on the metal in his hands.

No, not very much...

She doesn't tell him not to, she doesn't tell him how the idea scares her...because then she'd have to admit how much it excites her. Although that point is being made for her by the almost instant stiffening and puckering of her nipples.

 

[Seranova]

If you wish to, it is yours...

She murmurs as hands leave her and she feels him move away. She doesn't turn around, as much as she'd like to. She has a feeling he will be back.

There's also the feeling of something...someone...else being there with them...watching...

His next question makes her whole body shiver at the concept. When he comes into the view, the chain with it's vicious looking clamps is swinging from fingertips.
She shakes her head, eyes wide and fixated on the metal in his hands.

No, not very much...

She doesn't tell him not to, she doesn't tell him how the idea scares her...because then she'd have to admit how much it excites her. Although that point is being made for her by the almost instant stiffening and puckering of her nipples.

Upon arrival, his head lowers, and his tongue slides up each hardened nub in turn, just a quick tease to make sure they are, in fact, as ready as they appear to be.

I know it is. I claimed it, after all.

A wicked sneer crosses his lips while the first clamp is brought close and held open within easy striking distance of one nipple. He stares at her face, studying, learning, as the clamp closes quickly, capturing its intended target and squeezing tightly around the nub. After a slight pause, the other is poised as the first was, and his eyes glow menacingly while it closes around the twin. The third clamp is brought before her face, and he reminds her with twisted words of its exact destination.

Do you want this one, little witch? Tell me...

 

[Britwitch]

Upon arrival, his head lowers, and his tongue slides up each hardened nub in turn, just a quick tease to make sure they are, in fact, as ready as they appear to be.

I know it is. I claimed it, after all.

A wicked sneer crosses his lips while the first clamp is brought close and held open within easy striking distance of one nipple. He stares at her face, studying, learning, as the clamp closes quickly, capturing its intended target and squeezing tightly around the nub. After a slight pause, the other is poised as the first was, and his eyes glow menacingly while it closes around the twin. The third clamp is brought before her face, and he reminds her with twisted words of its exact destination.

Do you want this one, little witch? Tell me...

Her nipples harden embarrassingly quickly, becoming wanton points of focus on her chest. His tongue teases, making them throb and tingle. Although those sensations are nothing like those that follow the closing of the clamp around the sensitive flesh. She winces, eyes squeezing shut as teeth are bared and a long breath in drawn in through them. A whimper follows the attaching of the second clamp, eyes growing a little brighter as tender nubs are mercilessly squashed.

I...I do want it...please, please give it to me...

She begs softly. She can't begin to imagine how it will feel but she knows she wants it all the same.

 

[Seranova]

Her nipples harden embarrassingly quickly, becoming wanton points of focus on her chest. His tongue teases, making them throb and tingle. Although those sensations are nothing like those that follow the closing of the clamp around the sensitive flesh. She winces, eyes squeezing shut as teeth are bared and a long breath in drawn in through them. A whimper follows the attaching of the second clamp, eyes growing a little brighter as tender nubs are mercilessly squashed.

I...I do want it...please, please give it to me...

She begs softly. She can't begin to imagine how it will feel but she knows she wants it all the same.

His smile grows ever wider and of ill intent when he hears the response so beautifully given to his question. A pair of fingers slide down her stomach, gradually setting their path towards his goal. Once arriving at the cleft between her thighs, they set to work to tease and coax the button of pleasure. The thin chain dangles when the clamp is brought down in a similar manner, and within another moment, it slowly closes around the tight bundle of nerves.

Now you have it. And I have you.

His hand lashes out and catches a fist full of hair to wrench her head back, effectively stretching the chains that were only designed to give slack when one is standing straight.

How does that feel, little witch?

Only half of his question was referring to the clamps, anymore.

 

[fr33ks33k]

*There is a flash of metal, then the darkened figure reveals himself. A kindred spirit indeed. His device is affixed to the woman, and she releases sounds of appreciation for receiving it's unique clutches. When her hair is tugged, the chains go taut and a wicked grin covers his face. It takes only a few steps for him to reach them, hand outstretched to grasp the joint of the chains. The already tightened lengths pull slightly more, clamped buds straining as they move away from their normal resting places.*

Pardon my interruption, good sir, but I was watching your handiwork and I simply couldn't resist. This one is quite the willing participant, isn't she?

 

[Nina327]

-flame, and ash and giggles float down to her lounge... dissipating... and leaving her there... amused-

boys will be boys no matter where you go... Good afternoon...

 

[Perplexia]

-flame, and ash and giggles float down to her lounge... dissipating... and leaving her there... amused-

boys will be boys no matter where you go... Good afternoon...

Tis true