Adventures in the Colonies (closed for Halcyon)

[siobhancan99]

The Winds of Providence arrived in Southport the early part of the day, before the sub-tropical heat. The carrack was loaded with steel, ready to trade to the Uluntu for good yellow gold, and then on to the east to load up on spices. It was spring, and there was hope that the summer storms that plagued the southern oceans would hold off long enough to make the return village at a profit. Still, the captain of the Winds of Providence was not above taking extra coin from the crown to bring new settlers to his majesty's most far flung colony, and so the ship found itself docking at the expansive Southport docks, to let off its excess human cargo and take on fresh water and fruit for its journey round the Cape of Winged Devils.

His eyes swept the shoreline. The older part of the city... if city it could be called with a mere 10-20,000 souls... was built in the popular clay style of Gajes, who originally held the colony before it lost it in the Treaty of Sarajaca. A large portion of the island folk still hailed from Gajes, and seemed not to care that their taxes went to a different king. Sweeping south, towards the harbor fort, were the great warehouses holding sugar and molasses and rum, the principle exports of the island. The rum distillery itself sat, squat and emitting noxious gases, behind the gun emplacements overlooking the deep harbor.

The water was crystal clear, and blue as the sky... calm and serene unlike the turbulent and muddy colored waters of the ports of Pemberton. The beaches were white and sandy, and the hills surrounding the town were green and lush. The heat wasn't too bad here on the coast, but the captain knew it could be downright beastly inland and away from the water. Still, on a day like today where the weather was calm and clear, and the blue winged Southport Macaws with their crimson breasts swarmed the rigging... it seemed like it just might be paradise.

He turned to the passengers now disembarking. A young couple with a cow intent on farming here. The cow had not enjoyed the journey, and the crew had not enjoyed the cow. He was not sad to see the back of them... though he wouldn't have minded seeing the back of the wife a time or two without her husband around. A middle aged man, severe, in a black coat of fine but simple make, tight breeches and socks, and expensive shoes. Oglethorp by name, or so he thought. He spoke little and read much on the journey. He had the air of a barrister, and the captain did not think much of that. Still, he'd been polite and paid upfront in cash. He paid the crew to take a few chests down to the dock. How he intended to move them into town without his own porters was his business. Last a young, rather affable man who had been pleasant enough. Desmond. "Well, here you are lad" he gestured "20 acres of this island to be yours, so long as you agree to live here." He laughed "good luck as a farmer, I suppose."

 

[Halcyon638]

Desmond Carver stepped on the docks of Southport, feeling immeasurably grateful for the solid ground underneath him. After nearly two months on a ship, he would have been happy to never even see another vessel again, be it a galleon or fisherman’s modest rowboat. The air had an odd scent to it that was equal parts appealing and unpleasant, as if a pastry had just caught fire and was beginning to smoke. That, mixed with the salty sea air, was a welcome reprieve from the smells of sweaty, unwashed bodies packed too tightly together in the bowels of the ship.

The brown-haired man grinned, hauling his pack over one shoulder as the Captain said his farewells. “I shall need every bit of it,” he remarked at the luck comment, his eyes falling upon the wife of the married couple. He’d been painfully close to seducing the woman one calm, starlit night, until he’d thought the better of potentially getting in a violent feud with a husband with whom he was sequestered on a ship in the middle of the high seas.

Plus, this was to be a fresh start. He took the fact that he hadn’t bedded the woman right there on the deck as a sign that he was committed to changing his ways, the ways that had led to him fleeing across an ocean in order to escape the consequences of his actions.

“Safe travels to you.” He gave the middle-aged man a hearty pat on his shoulder than made his way forward, planning to make his way to the city’s offices to present himself as a loyal subject of the crown there to claim what was rightfully his.

As Desmond watched the couple haul off their cow, he couldn’t help but think about the path ahead of him. He had no illusions about the day-to-day existence of farmers, having lived in enough small towns and known enough such folk to dismiss any notion that this represented the “simple” life. In fact, it sounded dreadfully complex to Desmond—crop rotations, sowing, reaping, butchering, preserving, learning the intricacies of each month on the calendar and what new duties it brought--and he had spent half of the journey doubting he had the temperament or fortitude for most of it.

Still, it beat the alternative, finding himself at the end of a hangman’s noose, or, possibly, shanked by some angry husband in a random tavern somewhere. Then there was his promise to his Aunt Beatrice, who, tears streaming down her face, had sent him out the door with a bag of gold, imploring him to use this as an opportunity to forge a new path.

 

[siobhancan99]

A temple to the sea god, Marus, dominated the southern edge of the docks. From there, he was directed inland a few blocks to the government building. It was a squat compound, with the local jail affixed to a small courtroom and a number of government offices. The buildings were among the few of good solid stone construction. A nod, perhaps, to the fact that the jail had to be secure. Milling about outside the jail were a number of women, shouting at men incarcerated inside, and tossing small packages in. No different than the jails in Pemberton, as the guards were likely to steal any care packages from home. A touch of nostalgia. A group of well dressed men milled about the courthouse, and there was a small line to see the recorder of deeds who doubled as the king's agent in granting land to new colonists. Ahead of Desmond in line was man from the couple before. Desmond could only assume the wife was with the cow. All of this man's most precious possessions out of his sight.

As Desmond waited, a well dressed young man approached. Unlike the wealthy at home, he wore no wig but had his long chestnut hair tied back in a ponytail. A long coat covered a clean white shirt and beige breeches. His socks were shockingly white, and his shoes new. He was largely bereft of ornamentation, save a silver chain affixed to a pocket watch. An extravagance. "Excuse me, Sir." he nodded at Desmond "Am i correct in assuming that you are here about your land grant? If so I have a proposition you might find to your liking. Care to spare a moment? I'll buy you a rum and a meal for your trouble."

 

[Halcyon638]

Desmond took in the man’s crisp clothing with envy. It had been weeks since he’d bathed properly, and the garments he wore—a white shirt, charcoal-colored breeches, and a russet cloak over one shoulder—had been washed even less recently. His dark hair had grown down past his shoulders and was matted together in places, and he was in desperate need of a shave.

He eyed the man a bit warily, though trying not to let his apprehension show. Barely off the ship and someone is trying to enmesh me in their schemes.

Perhaps he would fit in in this place. “You are correct, Sir. If you can toss in a recommendation for an inn with piping hot bathwater, consider my interest piqued.”

 

[siobhancan99]

"If there were such an Inn I'd tell you. You'll find that people here prefer their water cold." He laughed "we have a hot bath at the house. Perhaps if this works out you can use it. I'm Thomas by the way. Thomas Cooper" They made their way to a taberna run by a family from Gajes. The fish was heavily spiced "Trust me, It's hard getting used to as a man of Pemberton" the other said "But it helps with the heat. You'll grow to appreciate it." The food was fresh, and plentiful. Fish, rice, and local citrus.

"My family owns one of the largest sugar plantations on the island." Cooper said, after they'd had a rum and a chance to make small talk "I'll be frank. You don't look like a farmer. You don't have any equipment, and you don't particularly look like a man who works hard for a living. I don't say this to malign you. We just see it quite a lot with new arrivals. Farming's hard, terrible business." He leaned back in his chair "But you have to keep your land 10 years before you can do anything with it. Right now, the office is giving allotments on the lee side of the island, where the weather isn't so wet. It's the only place to really grow cereals. Even there, soil's shit. Climate's shit." he sipped his rum. "I have an offer. If you come with me to the deed recorders, they will give you a patch of ground near our land. We will rent it off of you for 1 gold per acre, per year, for 10 years, payable in advance, and we will also purchase the land off of you, the remainder, also in advance, for a sum of four hundred gold. That's six hundred gold, in your pocket. Today." He bit into a bit of his fish "if you like, you can sign on to work the land, learn the business of farming. With your 600 gold you can easily buy some poor bastard's failed farm and all the equipment you'd need on the other side of the island once you've gotten the hang of it. Or." he looked Desmond over "you can find work perhaps more suited to your skills. You handy with that thing?" he gestured at Desmond's weapon.

 

[Halcyon638]

“Desmond Carver,” the new arrival said. The surname was borrowed from a childhood friend who didn’t need it where he had ended up. He had a passing thought that perhaps Cooper knew about his true identity and his exploits back in his homeland.

Desmond’s crimes had hardly been deeds of great and widespread infamy. Over the past 4 years, he had traveled Pemberton’s small towns and large villages posing as an itinerant preacher, using his silver tongue, roguish looks, and inborn magic to relieve the locals of some of their coinage, while seducing more than his share of millers’ wives and blacksmiths’ daughters (in the latter task, he avoided use of magic, finding it both a step too far for even his shaky moral code, though the arcane abilities were quite useful in assuaging the concerns of a suspicious spouse). Four months ago, though, he had had the misfortune of unknowingly bedding the married daughter of Greythin Mondreas, a wealthy merchant with considerable sway with a local duke. After being tried for her seduction along with a heap of ludicrous additional crimes (including conspiring with a demonic entity to ensnare Lady Lucy and plotting her husband’s murder), Desmond had been sentenced to death. Only fortuitous use of his magic on one of the guards and his Aunt Beatrice’s sage advice had saved him from the gallows.

It wasn’t impossible that such a story might have followed him to the colonies. Still, Desmond suspected that if the man knew there was a reward out for him, he would have hired some thugs to snatch him from an alleyway instead of meeting and dining with him.

The sorcerer looked over his shoulder at his spear, which was resting near his seat. “I can defend myself well enough,” Desmond noted, not wanting to explicitly reference his more-pertinent magical capabilities unless he absolutely had to. He took another bite of food, not understanding the strange burning feeling emanating from his tongue. “I’m just here looking for honest work,” he said, mostly believing it. “Having said that, I am curious what need a man like you might have for a good spear. Do the locals not share our love and loyalty for our blessed monarch? Are the pirates as vicious and numerous as the tavern tales say they are?”

 

[siobhancan99]

"what work DOESN'T an honest man have for a good spear." Cooper chuckled and ate his fish "So, pirates are not a huge problem for me because I don't own a boat." He sipped at his rum and then looked Desmond in the eye "or more should I say my father. I don't want to get ahead of myself. No, we have land based thieves. Sugar is a cash crop. Come harvest time locals raid the fields to steal what they can and try to make their own bootleg rum for sale to the ships nearby. So we have need for security." He drummed his fingers on the table a moment. "there's also the matter of the rift..."

Rifts were the source of magic. Holes in the fabric of reality that the force that powered magic flowed through and into the world. At the source, it was wild and chaotic. It was dangerous, and it mutated wildlife and men that spent too much time in its presence, turning them into monsters. The rifts could not be closed, and more importantly a number of important magical resources could be mined or obtained in their proximity. Mostly though, communities nearby needed to be wary of the mutating effects of them.

"Garrison protects the town, and the farmers working their own allotments. The local knight in charge of it though takes a dim view of the plantations. My father owns 2000 acres, Jedidiah Smith owns another 2000, Henry Cavendish another 2000... there's about 10,000 acres of land that the garrison won't protect despite our taxes being paid every year. So we need our own protection. Also if someone can find the bloody thing, we'd naturally want to exploit it and that would mean a piece of the profits for anyone who does so. But that means bravery, woodscraft. Probably a wizard or a priest or both."

He shrugged "as you asked about pirates, though, there's work enough on the merchant ships that run through here and over to the east. Man that's good with a spear and a crossbow can make a nice living for himself as a merchant marine."

 

[Halcyon638]

Desmond washed down some of the spicy food with rum. The acrid-but-sweet taste went down smoothly, and he realized he was going to have begin pacing himself, lest he end up kissing the floorboards. “Damned fine concoction, this,” he noted. “Truly the nectar of the Heavens.”

At the mention of the rift, he gazed at the rim of his cup. His mother, who he’d never known, had been the source of Desmond’s own powers, and thus must have had her own connection with one of the magical tears. It didn’t seem like something to be trifled with, though he had to admit, he’d heard more than a few stories of men getting rich off the things.

Offering protection seemed like a less daunting occupation, and one that would put him on the right side of the law for once. Plus, making an ally in a man whose father owned 2000 acres seemed advantageous, perhaps a pathway both to legitimacy and fortune. The question of whether the locals could steal land that had once belonged to them idly floated through his mind, but such considerations were for the philosophers, not a solitary traveler in a strange, new land attempting to begin anew.

“I can potentially help you with your thieving problem. What would this work look like? Would I be sitting in some sweltering guard tower for 12 hours a day? And what would be the terms?”

 

[siobhancan99]

Cooper nodded. "Good! good. And no guard towers. can you imagine how many we'd need?" He laughed "our plantation is about 2 miles by 1 and a half." he gestured "bigger than the biggest farms of home by a long shot. No we have several teams of security that patrol on horseback. You'd be fed and housed for free, and paid a handsome sum to boot. five gold a week on top of your upkeep." He drained his rum and shuddered, then called for another few to be served. "Unfortunately you'll be bunking with your team, if you choose to work for us. But with your gold you could afford a house in town. If we aren't housing you we could be persuaded to up your wage a bit. Most find it easier to live on site though. At least until they shack up with some felonious woman shipped here one step ahead of the hangman." He winked "or the more fortunate find love with the daughter of a local craftsman or the like." He laughed."Just don't fall in love with one of the girls from the brothels. They whisper sweetly enough to you, but their love runs out when your gold does. And it always does." He chuckled and tipped back another rum. "it always does." He seemed at ease, as Desmond's demeanor suggested that a deal was to be done. "If you'd like, we can complete our transaction and head out to the plantation. or if you'd like some time to sleep on it, I can recommend a good place, clean and with good food. Friendly girls. Then you can make your way out to our plantation when you're ready. Just remember not to claim your ground till we've spoken, so they don't give you some god forsaken patch out in the hinterlands."

 

[Halcyon638]

Desmond looked out the window, catching sight of a horse and carriage riding by, then turned back toward Cooper. “Your terms sound appealing, good Sir,” he said, extending a hand to shake.

He chuckled. “And I thought the gold never ran out in the Colonies.” He brushed a crumb out of his altogether too lengthy beard. This would have to go.

“I should like some to get properly settled and cleaned up, so I would most appreciate a recommendation for an inn.” A ‘friendly’ girl didn’t sound too bad, either, considering it had been about four months since he’d felt a woman’s touch. As for the other portion of Cooper’s offer, taking advantage of housing seemed the easier path; he could always find a house in town once he’d gotten more of the lay of the land. “Then we can make for the plantation in the morning? If it suits you,” he added in a deferential tone.

 

[siobhancan99]

"Ha. the gold never runs out FROM the colonies." Cooper chuckled "The crown taxes us. The merchants make us pay a premium for manufactured goods from home. Furniture, clothing. Most especially paper, metal goods. We don't have a huge amount of industry down here. We're getting there, but most skilled craftsmen have their hands full supplying farm equipment and basic necessities. Making fine china makes no sense when for the same effort you can make 100 clay jars for storing sugar or rum, and the demand is there." He scratched his chin "few will get wealthy here." He said it though, from the easy position of having already gotten wealthy in the colonies. "let's stop by the deed recorder and make our arrangement, then the bank, and then the brothel. I recommend putting your money on deposit. The Crown Bank is backed by the government here, unlike at home. It's an incentive to live somewhere where there's piracy. Nobody has to worry about pirates stealing their gold."

A few hours later, the deal was done. Desmond had his money from Cooper on deposit, plus whatever funds he cared to deposit from his personal stash. He was ensconced at a room that (despite cooper's thought it wasn't available) had hot water from a magic tap. Shaved, bathed, and with clothes freshly laundered he was free to choose a companion for the evening. A selection of girls was available. A dark haired curvy beauty of Tercio, with all the firey disposition of the women of that land. She came at a premium, 10 gold for the night, but she stayed the night. A selection of the boisterous women of Gajes, and a few slim, rather proper types from Pemberton. Redheads and blonds that seemed demure, but whose smiles and glances indicated they might be anything but once they retired to the room.

 

[Halcyon638]

Desmond was feeling oddly subdued as he and Cooper made their way to the deed recorder and then onto the inn. Things were going well, almost too well. A career criminal he’d once traded notes with had once said in regards to playing a confidence game, “The minute you feel like things are going to plan is when you need to start to worry.” That complacency could be the death of a man.

Still, Desmond had to remind himself, he wasn’t pulling a swindle. He’d been asked straightaway for his services and he was providing them, with the only lie involved being the lie of omission regarding his magical talents.

He sipped another mug of rum much more gingerly as he watched the women on display. To a man who had deceived and seduced both for a living and for the thrill of it, offering a girl coin in exchange for her company was less than ideal. As he eyed the Tercion woman’s generous figure and he could feel his manhood begin to stiffen, though, he started to reconsider his position.

Asking the madam to procure the woman’s attention for him, he stood from where he sat in the common room in as she approached, bowing to her with the deference he might afford a Duchess. “Good evening, mi’lady. Thank you for gracing me with your presence.”

 

[siobhancan99]

The dusky beauty approached, a seductive sway in her hips, a fire smoldering in her coal dark eyes. She was well tanned from the tropical sun, but it suited her olive complexion perfectly. Her dark hair was piled in an artful tumble designed to look perfectly artless. She had a rum in each hand and sat in his lap, offering him a drink. "I see you are new to the island" A well manicured nail grazed his cheek where his beard used to be, betraying its former presence by revealing a face paler below the beardline than above. She chinked her glass to his, and threw her rum back easily. "Let me be the very first to welcome you to your new home yes?" her voice was a purr, with the soft accent of her homeland. "Lascia che ti rilassi, bell'uomo" She flicked her tongue gently across the ridges of his ear "You should not sleep alone your first night on the island. It would be unlucky no?" Her fingers ran along his scalp and through his hair, long nails raking his scalp but just with enough pressure to send a pleasurable thrill through him. She was warm, curvy, with a generous bottom and a small waist, trained by a corset. Her ample bosom pressed to his chest as she leaned in against him. "You must hunger after being aboard ship with so many men for so long a voyage." She chuckled "Unless you like that. I am told, however, that i'm better than any man you'll find on a ship." She wraps an arm around his shoulders "Shall we eat first? You have my attention for the night. I can play you some music, we can share a feast. or..." she leaned in and whispered "you can take me upstairs and feast, and we can eat our supper after, then feast again."

 

[Halcyon638]

The softness of the woman’s body on Desmond’s lab combined with the sight of her curves soon had his cock straining against his tightly-laced breeches. “Yes. Unlucky…” He reached over and stroked some of her gorgeous hair, then gently took her hand and kissed the back of it. “Desmond Carver, at your service. And your name?”

He had heard stories of the women of Tercio, but he had never seen one in the flesh, so to speak. His head was swimming with desire before he took the first sip of the rum.

As she whispered in Desmond’s ear, he wrapped an arm around her, the muscles strengthened by a few months of deckhand work. “It would take a better man than I to resist such an offer,” he said, smiling and draping his other arms under her knees, lifting her and carrying her toward the stairs. “Usually in plentiful supply, but not in this house, I’d wager.”

Desmond quickly ascended the steps, taking her to his room. Hearing the high-pitched, girlish moans erupting from a nearby chamber made his pants feel even more constricting.

 

[siobhancan99]

She grinned "You are very strong, Signore" When he set her down, she went to the bed and unwrapped a thin gauzy silk from each post, which reached a canopy "when you sleep at night, you must drape this around the bed like so" she showed him. She then worked herself out of her skirt, letting it fall to the floor "untie me? I want to feel those big strong hands all over me." She turned away from him and looked over her shoulder, indicating the tie of the corset "then I want to see all of you. See what the big strong man is like." She winked a dark eye, her lips a grin, her eyes a flash of promise. She lifts her hair with one hand, taking it away from her slender neck. "Won't you please free me from this corset?" Her voice teasing, tantalizing, her fingers of her free hand beckoning him closer.

 

[Halcyon638]

Despite his muscles being hardened a bit by some honest labor for once, Desmond was hardly a blacksmith or a warrior, but the woman was so adept in her flattery that he couldn’t help but believe it for a moment. She knew what he wanted to be true, and as a former swindler, he couldn’t help but admire the skill.

Among other things, he thought, taking in the almost perfect roundness of her bountiful rear.

He took a few steps and stood behind her, placing his firm hands on her shoulders, marveling at the contrast between her honeyed tone and his pale skin. He massaged them for a moment, leaning down to kiss the nape of her neck, marveling at whatever sweet oils she had used in her dark locks. “You are exquisite,” he said, fingers grasping the tie of her garment as his bulge pressed in against her through his clothing.

“Tell me your name, Mistress. I beg of you.” He felt the rigid garment slackening as he pulled on the black thread.

 

[siobhancan99]

"Hmmm what do you want it to be? My mother calls me Raphaella" She looked over her olive shoulder at him, face flashing with mirth "but maybe you wish to remember home yes? Maybe you can call me .... something terrible and Pembertonian. Molly." she made a face and made her voice somewhat nasal "or Pippa. Yes Pippa" she laughed and turned, pressing into him, pulling his hand around to her back to finish unlacing her corset "My mother is the church organist and my father sat for parliament" she laughs softly and bites at his neck "I've never seen the sun and i've an unrequited crush on the vicar." She chuckled and reached down, stroking his cock through his breeches. "Hmmmm. I think you like this talk of home" She purred and laughed "I'm sorry, I'm terrible I know." she stepped away finally and let the corset fall away. She pushed back onto the bed and ran her hand over her shaven sex. She was completely shaven below the neck, which given the climate might make a good deal of sense. Her fingers toyed with her clit "I am sorry. you should spank me and tell me what a bad girl I am."

 

[Halcyon638]

Desmond chuckled. This woman had a spark, in addition to her many other assets. It was precisely this combination that had gotten him in the most trouble in his previous life.

No trouble this time, he thought. This isn’t a Duke’s daughter or a merchant’s wife. Just a harlot at a teeming brothel. It was practically an act of piety for him.

“Raphaella should do,” Desmond grinned, inhaling sharply when she stroked him through his pants. “Though I do give a rather convincing performance as a vicar, if it pleases you.”

His eyes lingered on the inviting pink flesh as she bared herself to him completely. He had heard the women of the colonies followed this fashion trend, and the novelty only inflamed his desire more keenly.

Desmond began to strip, remembering her request to “see all of him” a moment ago, and desperately wanting to show the woman exactly how much he appreciated her show. “You are such a bad girl, Raphaella. I don’t even know where to begin with you.” He tossed off his shirt and let his pants fall the floor, completely nude.

 

[siobhancan99]

"It does not please me" She laughed and tugged on a thick dark nipple, her eyes locked to him "mmm very good. Now come, Signore. Tame me like you will tame the wilds of this new land" her voice was teasing, mocking, promising all at once. She spread her legs, curvacious body on display, her fingers toying with herself, between her legs, at her breast. Her brown eyes locked to his, holding his gaze "Come show me how the men of Pemberton are made. Convince me you have what it takes to thrive" she smirked, then slid a finger into herself, dragging it back out to circle her clit "give me something much bigger and more satisfying than this finger." She winked "or shut me up. Put something in my mouth."

 

[Halcyon638]

Desmond grabbed hold of her solid thighs, admiring Raphaella’s sex as she toyed with herself and him at the same moment. “Shut you up? Your voice deserves almost as much credit for this hard cock of mine as your heavenly curves,” he replied, though the thought of his erection inside her luscious mouth nearly made him lightheaded. “I may have had a nip of rum, but I seem to recall a feast being offered up?”

He wanted nothing more than to stick his cock deep inside the dark-haired harlot many, many times, but there would be time for that. He wanted her to know he appreciated the show she put on, her wit and verve. He lowered himself to his bare knees, head dipping between her tanned thighs.

Desmond began kissing her intricate pink folds, slowly, delicately, while his hands massaged her thighs. He inhaled the tangy earthiness of her scent, reveling in the warm softness against his stubbly skin. “By the gods, Raphaella. Tis a feast indeed.”

 

[siobhancan99]

"You saying I have a big pussy?" her tone was teasing again, and her hand gave him no opportunity to respond. She gripped the top of his head and tugged him against her. She squeezed him in thick thighs. "mangiami la figa, coglione." She wrapped herself around him, dark eyes staring down at him. What she could see of him. "mmm that's right, get me ready for that big cock of yours yes?" She Pinched and rolled her nipple "you'll need to get me nice and wet if you want me to take that thing inside me." She bit her lip, her voice dropping into a more husky tone, heavy with arousal. She swallowed "Make me cum and then I'll ride you."

 

[Halcyon638]

Without thinking, Desmond spread her legs farther apart, burying his face between her thighs, silently thanking the middle-aged baker’s wife who had instructed him in the skill of pleasing a woman with his lips and tongue. He followed her folds with the latter like a traveler tracing out a route on a map, keeping the motion steady, then used his fingers to softly open up her lips.

He slid his tongue in, reaching up to grasp one of Raphaella’s marvelous breasts, licking at a deliberate pace. He neared the brunette’s clit, breathing warmly near it, teasing, occasionally taking a moment to suck on one of her folds.

 

[siobhancan99]

She moaned out her encouragement, her voice dusky as she spoke "mmmm that's a good boy." Her fingers wrapped in his hair, tugging his face in against her sex. She gripped him again in thick thighs, her curvaceous body inviting him further with the promise of unfathomable pleasure. Her dark eyes locked to his, holding his attention as he gave her body what she so obviously craved. "Don't you stop that." Her voice a command, but one with the promise of more to come.

 

[Halcyon638]

Desmond adjusted his grip on her thighs, at the same time, angling his tongue so it began to feather her hard little nub. “Wouldn’t dream of it.” He could feel the tip of his cock slick with precum and so intensely aroused he imagined it would only take a few quick thrusts into the dark-haired woman’s sex to explode inside her if he wasn’t mindful. “Raphaella, I want the whole floor to hear you,” he said, drawing his mouth back for a moment before dutifully and hungrily returning to her pussy for more.

 

[siobhancan99]

The dark haired beauty pulled back. "Then lay on your back, and we will see about making that happen." She looked down at him, running a hand over herself "I want to feel you, Signore, to ride you." She got up on her knees and beckoned with a finger "Come let us see what you have for me, eh?"