A deal with a demon

Katarina

I smiled as he lathered up and rinsed off. I had dried myself off and waited with a towel. I patted him dry, feeling every sore muscle, every strain, every bruise waiting to appear. I noticed that his cuts were still puckered scabs and was pleased he had been able to enjoy every moment of our joining. I knew he was tired even if he did not feel it and placed soft kisses along his work worn skin.

It would certainly be a fun week I knew as I reached up to dry his hair. He was smiling and I took his lips in a soft leisurely kiss. "Time for bed, sans vetements," I murmur in French as I leave the bathroom and slip under the sheets of my large bed. I lay on my back, sheets tucked under my breasts. The wine colored nipples hard on top my soft breasts.
 
He moved up next to her, the soft sheets already doing their trick to tire him. Muscles began to ache once more, but this was one that felt as if they would heal soon enough. A good night's sleep would take care of all his pains.
He reach ed to her, through the satin, holding onto her form as his eyes already closed for the last time. His hands touched the soft skin, carressing until they found spots on her body he was happy to fall asleep touching.
He groaned, a call of bliis he felt at this moment, as he drifted off to sleep, to dream.
 
Katarina

I felt his hands slide over my skin as I let slumber overtake me. I slept soundly for once, I always did during my sexual phase. My sleep was deep and untroubled as I felt my new lover would gladly serve for the entire year.

I woke up feeling his hands sliding along my skin. I smiled and bet that he was ravenous this morning. After all I had used his own energy to heal his body. "I'm very hungry," I whisper, turning on my side and sitting up over him. Letting the sheets fall from my body. I don't bother dressing as I go to the bathroom and take care of a few pesky biological needs. I come back into the bedroom and comb my hair. "I make a fabulous omelette." I lean over him and kiss him lightly resisting his efforts to pull me into bed. "I'll cook, and you clean up, I have an extra toothbrush. I don't have any razors, so I'll just have to live with the scruff." I caress you cheek as I slip out of the room.

Once in the kitchen I put on a soft apron to protect me from heat as I cook up a pair of 3 egg omelettes. I pour two full glasses of orange juice and toast some bread. Everything is ready when you enter the room. Food is on a low table and I shed my apron and sit cross legged on the floor. "I hope you brought your appetite."
 
He sat down at the bounty before him. Relief swept over him as he was now clean and fresh. Still naked, but that was beginning to bother him less and less, especially with such a lovely figure to set an example.
"I am starving," he grabbed up a fork, and dove into the food. Simply delicious, eat bite better than the last. Orange juice that shot tastes in his mouth soon followed. He felt like a king, calling for a feast just for breakfast. She was a great cook.
He was beginning to think that she could do just about everthing.
"Delicious, absolutely delightful. Where did you learn to cook like this?"
 
Katarina

"Something I picked up when I was young," I didn't bother to mention that stoves hadn't even been invented at that time. "I don't really care for preprocessed food." I drink my orange juice and watch him dig in with gusto. "I hope you are feeling better today." I comment noticing the fresh scabs on the cuts and a few minor bruises.

"I was thinking we'd enjoy a little pleasure and then purchase you some personal items for the week?" I neatly ate my omelett, my body already responding to you and needing a quick fix before going into public. I had seen myself in the mirror my eyes a metallic green color, my nipples the color of fine red wine, my golden skin glowing faintly.
 
She definitely had a one track mind. He scooped up another bite of delicious omelette, letting the taste explode in his mouth. Simply scumpcious.
Personal items?
Well, she was the boss. He would follow her anywhere at the moment, as long as she gave him that look. That look plastered on her face right now, the one that told him, ordered him to touch her.
He got up, grabbing the dishes and putting them in the sink. He went back to her, wrapping his hands around her. Paul could already feel himself responding to her.
That musky scent caught inside his nose again.
Butterfly kisses trailed down her neck, "I do like the take charge kinda women."
He turned her around, facing him as he kissed her deeply.
 
katarina

I smiled and knew we would not be making it back to the bedroom. "Good," I whispered between soft kisses that slowly grow more urgent ad our bodies press together. My fingers sliding up and down his back. I was glad he was so willing and responsive. I hoped shopping wouldn't take too long, as I mentally calculated what he would need for a week, an electric razor, some boxers, shampoo, etc....

I quickly forgot such things as his lips moved along my skin and I let him take things at his pace, as I could take any pace he set,
 
"I have, " he said between kisses, his lips moving as they still tasted her flesh, "Always loved the desire in a woman."
Not asmuch as he loved watching it come out. She was a wild woman, and care free. Nothing held her bac, and he could tell she would be right there ready for him, any time, any where.
His mind began going off into naughty tangents, but it was distracting against the task at hand.
With a careful ease, he turned her again, so that his frint pressed against her back. He made her lean down to the table before her, bending her back to him, and opening herself up.
He moaned at the sight.
Dropping to his knees, he looked at the lovely vision before him. He used a finger to trail against the folded mound, parting the lips and leaving a silky wet trail against her. His lips licked with a hunger that breakfast had not satisfied.
His tongue came up, licking against her, tasting her. He let it move across her, letting it shift through all of the different contours of her.
She tasted so good.
He licked again.
 
Katarina

I could feel his youth and passion in my blood, my skin, every pore of my body. I turned around slowly feeling his body flat against my back. I felt the gentle push and I knelt down and put my arms on the table. I felt him teasing me, I ached to turn over and pounce, to take control. I restrained myself allowing these new delights to pass through me as his fingers and tongue slide across my slick hot flesh.

I moaned as my body responded in full force my aching tits brushing the cool surface of the table as I wiggled my ass, aching for more even as I delighted in his torment. My last lover had been just a cock for my use and this one....this one made me want it all the time only with him.
 
Paul had his hands around her outer thighs, moving them up and down, ever so often grabbing at the flesh for leverage as he plunged his tongue deep inside her.
He loved her taste. She was nice and wet, almost dripping. He came up to lick her, using his tongue roughly as it passed one more across her warm inner folds.
He could feel her react. She wanted to do so much more than just lean across the table as he pleasured her, but couldn't. He liked that idea. His tongue once more moved past her moist lips, deeper inside of her.
She couldn't move, couldn't do anything to help or hinder herself. The whole act made him harder than he had been yesterday. An itch came over him, something triggering deep inside.
He needed to be inside of her, connect with her.
A voice he had never heard before, an urge that wasn't quite there boiling up to the surface.
He held himself steady, moving his tongue in and out, fucking her as best he could. Paul moved down to get a better angle, sliding nearly all of his tongue inside of her, his lips pressing against her clit on purpose.
His hands holding her tight, while pulling himself closer to her.
Paul let out a groan, but it was muffled. He lavished at her flesh, humbled himself through her pleasure.
That itch would not go away.
For some reason, he didn't want it to.
 
Katarina

oh my, rational thought fled from my head as his tongue did more for me in two licks than my last lover had done in an entire year. I trembled and fingers clenched the table. I needed more, ached for it and could not even bring myself to ask as I had deliberately said that he could set the pace no matter how much I wanted to feel his passion floud me.

I moaned his name, "Paul," the one word sounded as if it erupted from deep inside and echoed inside my head for moments after as pure pleasure spread through my veins. My cool skin was enflamed, and the heat was spreading. I found myself wondering if I could stand a whole year of this. I felt as if I would incinerate at any moment, and that only his body could quench the fire deep inside.
 
Even as he continued to uck her with his tongue, he knew he held onto a beast. His hands had stopped their gentle caressing, now bracing himself to her, as they clamped to the back of her thighs.
He wanted to be so close to her, to somehow feel her as she felt him reaching the very inner folds of her body. That itch still refused to let go, a constant reminder that although his tongue pleasured her through no avail, he needed to be inside of her.
Paul tasted more of her juices falling eagerly into his open mouth. This constant bombardment was too much for him, everything they did together was more erotic than anything he had done before.
Anything he had fantasized about before.
He stood up, unable to control himself any longer. With an exasperated moan, he plunged into her wet folds.
Content, the itch cooling as he was now where he should be.
 
katrina

she purred as he filled her, she felt complete, and whole and wondered what the year would bring. She had no doubt in her mind that he would stay for the whole year. For now she focused on the perfect complete sensation of his cock inside her. Her mind occasionally blinking to point where she could feel her the sensations in his cock then her cunt, back and forth an assault on her senses. "Paul," it was a primal cry as her body exploded. She felt the heat ebbing, her body cooling off, unable to maintain that heated pitch any longer. She leaned down onto the table feeling his cock shift inside her in as she moved.
 
Paul made a long satisfying moan as their bodies finally touched each other. It had felt so weird, wanting to be inside of her, to fuck her so bad. He didn't know if it went that far, but it almost felt as if it hurt when they weren't joined.
No, that was impossible.
He leaned against her, his body matching the contours of hers. His hard cock didn't move inside of her, for the moment he just let it stay inside the hot inner folds, enveloping him like a warm glove.
Moaning with the real pleasure that she gave him, that they gave each other.
He repositioned himself behind her, and began moving out. A slow and deliberate step, so she could purposely feel each and every inch as it dropped from her.
Then he began his pace, moving like clockwork. A deep rhythm, moving all the way inside of her, until their bodies collided, then pushing himself out once again.
The pace he chose was slow, nothing more than some deep grinding against each other, but he did it powerfully, so she could feel him taking charge of her, of the entire act.
He needed this so bad.
 
Katarina

She went from a full boil to a simmer, which is where he kept her as he slowly moved back and forth in and out. She felt as if he were pumping into her, drilling for something. She let her eyes close as she took it all in and felt him slide back. Her skin warm and tingling, just enough to make his touch come alive. She loved the feel of his hands running along her back, sides, and then under to her breasts. The caresses matched his pace long sweeping motions that pulled everything together. She wanted to face him, to see the look on his face. For her unoccupied hands to drive him mad, as he hand just done her.

She turned her head to look at him seeing a focus, a concentration, that went beyond attending to his own needs. She casually wondered how much was due to her body chemistry, and how much was internally motivated.
 
He felt the heat rise iniside of him. It boiled up through his skin, making everything his did accent in a lustful way. As he touched, he felt his own skin crawl with pleasure.
Paul moved faster, pulling his body close to hers. So close, that he wasn't pulling out of her, as much as grinding his hips against her. He pulled in and out, his chest always on her back, their skin clinging to each other from the sweat their love now made.
He pressed against her, loving the feel of her skin under him, her flesh under him.
He moaned aloud, the heat still rising. He didn't want to, he wanted to stay like this, moving in and out of her in this now feverish pace.
But his body was beginning to betray him. Already, it threatened to boil over into orgasm. He held back for a moment, calming himself down, letting only the cockhead stick inside her, as the rest out into the cool morning air.
After a moment, a lingering moment where he nibbled at the back of her neck, he began again.
 
Katarina

He was prolonging his own pleasure, she knew. At the same time she felt it was something he wanted to do, perhaps after the week was over she could incorporate some of his desires into the deal. For right now it was mutual satisfaction, give and take, pleased and pleasing. She pressed back against him feeling his hot skin rub against hers. She purred as she knew a quick shower would be in order, before they went out. Quick so that they didn't get entangled again.

She turned her head as she felt him pulling back for one last stroke, his cock throbbing within her, the tip cradled inside her, she felt her body overload again, calling out to him squeezing milking caressing begging his cock as her body experienced the intensity of pleasure that he brought forth so easily within her.
 
He tried to move as soon as he could, wanting to continue where he had left off, but if he did, he knew it wouldn't last long. He bade his time, keeping just the tip of himself inside her, feeling her thrash around at even this tiny invasion.
He helde her close to him, wanting to feel the tremors of pleasure that overwhelmed her, and quite nearly himself.
He grunted as they slowed, not wanting to miss the beat too much. Sliding in just as easily as before, the resistance greater, but sweeter as well. His cock excited in the feeling, growing twice in size as he did so.
He held onto her as tight as he could, pumping furiously now. A death run, one he knew he couldn't last very long. Their bodies slaping together, as he thrusted into her as hard and fast as he could. Muscles already tiring, straining under this feverish pace, but he held all of those at bay, wanting nothing more than to finish deep inside of her.
"Oh yes," he couldn't help himself, urging himself as far into her as possible,"Yes Yes!"
He stayed deep there, connected in more levels than one as he came inside of her. Each muscles strained as tuat as possible, holding his wild spewing cock inside her. Quakes of weakness and pleasure made him shiver as he did. He loved that feeling.
 
Katarina

It was one deliscious moment as he filled her completely. She pulled his hands around her and held him close to her. Her head turned to kiss him slowly, she was sated for now. She waited until they could breath again. She slowly pulled away and turned to face him. Her fingers running over his tense muscles, caressing, massaging, relaxing his body.

"How about a hot shower before we go pick up those essentials, and perhaps something to eat." She doubted she would be able to cook anything other than breakfast as long as he was awake.

Time had slipped past so quickly and it was mid morning. She noticed that his woulds were slowly healing, but that he used a lot of energy during sex. He had strength and stamina, for which she was grateful.
 
"Yeah," he wasn't quite sure what she said, something about a shower. His breathing still quite hard inside his chest, and as he spoke, it was nothing more than forming words as he exhaled. Paul doubted he could get more than a few words in otherwise.
"Shower," he pulled her close to him, nibbling on her neck now. Afte he had left her, he never went down. His cock, wet from their excursion, still held just as much power as before. He had never been able to keep it up after something that hard, that deep.
She excited so many things within him.
For a moment he wanted to take her again, just grab her and throw her back on that table so he could go again. Paul even moved his arms to her side, gripping, but in the end he stopped. Shower, and she said there were places to go.
He back down, regaining control for a moment.
"All right, shower. Shower."
For both their sakes, he hoped it was cold.
 
Katarina

I felt his body against mine, only slightly surprised at his hard cock brushing against me. I led him to the bathroom setting it for a cool mist and merged myself with the water, feeling my nipples tighten more and the cool water rinsed away the hot sweaty feel. I felt him behind me and I smiled and turned towards him. His cock was still fully hard and I moved around him and sat down on the bench and asked, "Do you have any pressing needs that need to be taken care of?" One hand slides between my legs, the other running playfully along my neck down between my breasts.
 
He began to let the water move into his hair, wetting it, and making it stick to his skin. The cool water felt good against his almost scolding skin. She did so many things to him, he felt he would burn up if they continued for too much longer.
The wonderful thing was, he didn't quite care.
He nearly moaned when she sat down, her hands all over herself, moving like that of an experience lover.
"I..." he shivered, "I can wait until we run our errands. I'm not without control."
He wondered that even now though. She seemed to the be the one controlling things, telling him when to turn it on, and then off. There was such a kinky turn on to it all, but still there were doubts forming in his mind.
As he glanced at her breasts, the water dripping off of them, those thoughts went to the back of his mind. Never left, just ot pushed aside for more important matters.
 
Katarina

"okay," she muttered slightly pouty as she stood behind him and began washing his back. She ran her fingers through his hair as she slowly relaxed and came back to reality. She poured a little shampoo in his hand and slowly washed his hair. Feeling his skin return to a normal temperature even as he body pressed against his back. She planted a playful kiss at base of his neck as she whispered, "Rinse." She turned his body around watching the need smouldering inside him like a hot ember, ready to burst into flames at the slightest provocation.

She kissed him once, and then stepped out of the shower. Any more time in contact with him and she would be the one bursting into flames. She toweled herself off and was sliping on a robe when she heard him turn off the shower and emerge.
 
Paul stretching his muscles, getting out from the shower. He felt like a new man as he emerged, his old life dripping from his body, and leaving stains on the floor, a new distinguished man now, holding his head up high and happy with the situation he now found himself in.
His clothes were still in the room with the hot tub. He made his way over there, steeping through the hallways still naked, the air feeling good over his skin. He dressed quickly, throwing the clothes on his body.
He stood in the hallway, waiting for her to emerge.
"Where are we going again?" he wasn't sure, the morning excursion had wiped a lot of things from his mind.
 
Katarina

She slipped on a simple teal dress, that clung to her curves and was slipping on a pair of high heals when he returned. "Just a little shopping, an electric razor, toothbrush, and such personal items. Some clothing for you to wear this week," it was tough to believe it was only Saturday as she picked up her purse. "And anything else that might appeal to us. I figured we might as well stop at a grocery store on our way back."

She leaned in and got a quick little kiss in, "Of course, anything else you might want."
 
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