[ Would it be so that her gods willed a child from this joining, that her gods would bless them with a child in a show that they were a good match, that the gods themselves not only didn't turn from her for doing this with them but granted her a gift in their wake. Would she consider it as such though? Only she knew, only her duty would dictate how she reacted if a child came from this. Rutting in the woods, leaving the crown with her knight and being a woman of desire with a dragon that is more than happy to offer it.
He also knows a few things about helping straighten a woman up after, so he can help her tidy up as best they're able. Though they will likely need some reason she looks as grimy and dirty as she does, as they both will because he's not exactly clean himself as he moves with her. The way she bends at the waist, giving herself to his new, slow thrusting earns a pleased sound as his hand both continues to work her breast and now offers a little support as she leans like that, his hips pushing faster slowly, with more care this time.
He can't help himself though, hand leaving her breast to tease up and wrap carefully around her throat. There's barely any pressure, but at the same time it's a dangerous position for his hand, so easily squeezing to restrict her air, even just a little, though he's curious if she'll enjoy that too. ] What ever should we do to punish the lies that leave your lips?
[ With her bent, he does sink deeper into her and he loves feeling so much more of her as he rocks harder into her. Hard but still slow, letting her ass slap against him as they move where her dress is pulled up and skin has contact against him. His hand tightens just a little at her throat, it's careful, light even in its pressure to give a little bit of control, a little bit of warning. ] You will crave me, even if I never were to touch you again, fill you so well in the future you will never be left in peace. Replaying this forever would be torment without the ability of a repeat of it. I'm so deep inside you, I'm never leaving.
[ He can't keep the slow, hard pace though. His own words helping the images in his head, pressing him faster inside her. Though he does occasionally make sure to use harder thrusts to jolt her, help reach so deep inside her she'll never scrub him out, settled and nested in her head and memory, feeling the ache of him for days to come. ] You will crave to feel me again, just as I will crave to be inside you again.
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Date: 2022-11-12 06:26 pm (UTC)He also knows a few things about helping straighten a woman up after, so he can help her tidy up as best they're able. Though they will likely need some reason she looks as grimy and dirty as she does, as they both will because he's not exactly clean himself as he moves with her. The way she bends at the waist, giving herself to his new, slow thrusting earns a pleased sound as his hand both continues to work her breast and now offers a little support as she leans like that, his hips pushing faster slowly, with more care this time.
He can't help himself though, hand leaving her breast to tease up and wrap carefully around her throat. There's barely any pressure, but at the same time it's a dangerous position for his hand, so easily squeezing to restrict her air, even just a little, though he's curious if she'll enjoy that too. ] What ever should we do to punish the lies that leave your lips?
[ With her bent, he does sink deeper into her and he loves feeling so much more of her as he rocks harder into her. Hard but still slow, letting her ass slap against him as they move where her dress is pulled up and skin has contact against him. His hand tightens just a little at her throat, it's careful, light even in its pressure to give a little bit of control, a little bit of warning. ] You will crave me, even if I never were to touch you again, fill you so well in the future you will never be left in peace. Replaying this forever would be torment without the ability of a repeat of it. I'm so deep inside you, I'm never leaving.
[ He can't keep the slow, hard pace though. His own words helping the images in his head, pressing him faster inside her. Though he does occasionally make sure to use harder thrusts to jolt her, help reach so deep inside her she'll never scrub him out, settled and nested in her head and memory, feeling the ache of him for days to come. ] You will crave to feel me again, just as I will crave to be inside you again.