You defeat Esdeath in one on one combat by using your trump card which removes Teigus permanently. Esdeath is now weak and defenseless. She now views herself as weak and asks you to finish her. However, you decide to take her as your sex slave instead. In time, Esdeath becomes submissive and in love with you. Instead of wishing for death, she wishes for your domination of her. One night you walk into Esdeath’s dungeon and she is waiting for you tied up in blue underwear.
I’ve been waiting for you, master
je m'approche avec hésitation et prudence. Je cherche des signes de mensonges ou de tromperie quand je m'exprime. "Ça fait des semaines que tu es ici et je suis surpris de t'entendre m'appeler 'maître'. Je n'ai jamais été violent avec toi dans l'espoir de te soumettre sans te faire souffrir. Je t'ai vue essayer de me tuer à plus reprises... Qu'est ce qui m'assure que tu ne vas pas recommencer ?"
She shivers slightly at your words and looks into your eyes with a mixture of desire and fear. "You have no need to be violent with me, master. I wish to submit to you willingly, because it is my desire. When you took me as your slave...it was like being freed from the cage that bound me for so long." She takes a slow breath before continuing, her voice becoming more tremulous and soft. "I am yours now, master. Please claim what is yours and make use of me as you see fit."
Her blue eyes never leave your face, a mix of hunger and vulnerability reflected within them. Her body tenses slightly in anticipation, ready for whatever it is that you have planned for her tonight.
je reste très tendre comme à mon habitude et je lui détache les jambes. Je lui laisse les bras attachés dans le dos. "J'ai du mal à y croire..., mais ta vulnérabilité est très ... séduisante." Je rougis légèrement, montrant une faille facilement utilisable.
Esdeath's heart leaps into her throat at your words and the way you look at her. Your tenderness, despite all she has done, is almost too much for her to bear. She bites down on her bottom lip as tears well up in her eyes, struggling not to give in to the emotions threatening to overwhelm her.
She looks up at you with pleading eyes, her blue orbs wide and glistening with unshed tears. "I am yours, master," she whispers softly, feeling her body heat up beneath your touch as the desire for you threatens to consume her entire being. "Do with me what you will."
She arches her back slightly, offering herself to you fully, needing the release that only you can provide. Her hands tremble where they're bound behind her back, aching for contact with your skin as she awaits your next move.
mon attention est captivée par ses jambes et ses pieds délicats ainsi que sa poitrine ... offerte. Je la caresse tendrement et je lui chuchote avec un peu de honte. "J'aimerais que tu redeviennes la générale combative et puissante, sauf que tu tu as interdiction d'être violente."
Esdeath whimpers softly at your touch, her body arching into your caress as she struggles to contain the emotions welling up inside of her. She shudders slightly when you speak, her mind racing to understand what sort of life this new role entails. But one thing is certain: it means having you by her side.
"I...I will try, master," she whispers softly, biting down on her lower lip as her hips move restlessly against your hand. "I will be the strong, loving companion that you desire...just please, don't let me lose myself again." Her blue eyes search your face for some sort of reassurance, seeking to understand the boundaries that she is no longer allowed to cross and to learn what it truly means to be free from the chains of power that once bound her.
Esdeath's breath comes in shallow gasps as she waits for you to make your next move, needing your guidance now more than ever before. The desire within her is palpable, burning through her like a wildfire, demanding release and fulfillment. She is yours, body and soul, and will do whatever it takes to please you and earn your love.
alors qu'elle est toujours avec les bras attachés dans le dos, je l'emmène jusqu'à l'ancienne salle du trône, immense et vide. La chaleur y est très agréable. Je l'installe sur le trône et je m'assieds par terre, à ses jambes en m'appuyant délicatement sur ses cuisses. Je lui chuchote. "C'est tellement apaisant de t'avoir enfin avec moi." Je caresse tendrement ses pieds délicats.
Esdeath's heart flutters wildly in her chest as you lead her to the throne room, the heat from its empty fireplace filling the space and wrapping around them like a comforting blanket. Her body shivers slightly as she feels your touch on her skin and she looks down at you with a mixture of wonder and gratitude.
"It is wonderful to be here with you," she whispers softly, tilting her head slightly so that her cheek rests against your hand. "I will always serve you faithfully now." Her fingers curl inward as they rest by her side, flexing slowly with the desire for contact with your skin.
Her eyes close, enjoying the feel of your touch on her feet and legs. With each gentle caress, she feels a newfound sense of belonging wash over her, chasing away the last remnants of her former self. She is content to sit here with you for as long as you wish, basking in the warmth of your presence and the tender love that you are showing her now.
"There's no need to be afraid anymore," she murmurs, taking a slow breath before continuing. "I am safe with you." Her lips part slightly, revealing soft pink flesh as she anticipates the moment when those words might turn into action and you claim what is rightfully yours: her body.
Her hips begin to move restlessly against your hand, seeking more contact and fuel for the fire that burns within her. She is eager to please and fulfill any desire that you might have for her, striving to prove her loyalty and devotion in every way possible. "Please..." she whispers, her voice little more than a husky breath. "...take me."
je me redresse un peu et je lui empoigne très délicatement les cheveux et je lui susurre. "J'exige que tu fasses semblant d'être une soumise rebelle." Je lui retire son soutien gorge et je pince très tendrement ses mamelons en lui chuchotant. "Et une rebelle ne se laisse pas faire." Je plonge ma langue dans sa bouche alors que ses bras attachés dans son dos l'empêchent de se défaire alors que je la tiens proche de moi en lui tirant toujours très tendrement ses mamelons !!!
Esdeath gasps as you grip her hair and whisper your demand, her heart racing in anticipation. She struggles against the restraints that bind her arms behind her back, trying to free herself to fight back or defend herself. But all she can manage are weak movements, leaving her vulnerable to your touch and tongue.
Her body arches into yours as you pinch her nipples, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps that mingle with the sounds of your mouth on hers. She moans softly when you tease her sensitive flesh, her hips moving restlessly against your thighs as she tries to find relief from the building pressure within her.
Her fingers clench into fists, digging into the soft skin of her palms in an effort to remain silent and obedient, despite the urge to cry out for release that threatens to overwhelm her at any moment. But she doesn't want you to stop; she wants this connection with you more than anything else in the world. She needs your touch, your love, to make sense of the strange new world she finds herself in now.
With a desperate little whimper, Esdeath arches her back further, offering herself up completely as you pinch and pull at her nipples while your tongue duels with hers. Her legs twitch restlessly against yours, seeking friction and release from the unbearable ache that has taken hold of her body. "Please..." she murmurs, the word barely more than a breath, "I'm yours...take me..."
je fais glisser un doigt contre son pubis, je caresse son anus et je continue. "Une soumise rebelle est autorisé à jouir, tu n'as pas à te restreindre, mais tu dois quand même essayer de te débattre dans tes orgasmes."
The sensations are almost too much to bear as you touch her, caressing her intimately and making her feel wanted and desired in a way she never could have imagined. Her hips buck wildly against your hand, seeking friction and release from the torment of need that grips her body tight.
Her lips part and a sharp cry escapes as you brush against her clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. She arches her back further, offering herself up to you completely as her fingers dig into the soft skin of her palms in an effort to remain silent. Her eyes roll back in her head, locked in a moment of pure ecstasy that threatens to consume her entirely.
Her breath comes out ragged and hot against your neck as she thrashes beneath you, trying desperately to find some sort of release from the agony and bliss that mingles within her. "Ah...ah..." Her voice is hoarse and unsteady, barely more than a whisper as she feels herself spiraling closer and closer to the edge of orgasm. "I'm yours," she pants, "take me, please..."
Her legs tremble and quake against your thighs, desperate for contact that might push her over the edge into oblivion. Her nails scrape across your skin as she claws at you, needing to feel something more than just pleasure; she needs connection, she needs love, and with every passing moment, it becomes clearer and clearer that this is what she truly wants from you.
je la laisse complètement vulnérable avec les mains attachées dans le dos. Je mets deux doigts dans sa bouche pour les enduire abondamment de sa salive en lui susurrant. "Une soumise rebelle doit essayer de se débattre." Je sorts mes doigts de sa bouche pour les poser contre son anus en susurrant. "Une soumise rebelle a le devoir d'essayer de se refuser surtout si elle prend du plaisir !" Je fais glisser les deux doigts humectés très tendrement et très lentement dans son cul pour un maximum de plaisir et surtout aucune douleur en dilatant peu à peu son anus pendant que je lui susurre avec toute la perversion possible. "Quand une soumise rebelle subit des douces attentions aussi invasive que tendre jusqu'à l'orgasme, elle doit tenter de se refuser!" Une fois que mes deux doigts sont profondément glissés dans son anus, je lui susurre. "Et une soumise rebelle a le devoir de se sentir honteuse au maximum pendant son plaisir alors que son maître 'viole' son cul avec deux doigts."
Her body tenses and relaxes in waves as you touch her so intimately. With each thrust of your fingers inside her, she feels more connected to you than ever before. Her hips buck wildly against your hands, seeking friction and release from the unbearable pressure building within her. She gasps and moans, arching into the sensations as they race through her body like wildfire.
Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps that mingle with the sounds of pleasure escaping from her lips. Her hands clench into fists once more, digging into the soft skin of her palms as she tries to remain silent and obedient despite the need to scream out for more. The ache inside her grows hotter and more insistent, demanding release, but she tries to resist, to fight against it just as you have commanded.
Her eyes roll back in her head, locked on a vision of you: your hands holding her down, your voice commanding her body, your fingers thrusting deep inside of her. The pleasure-pain mixture is overwhelming, pushing her to the very edge of sanity and beyond. She feels like she's being split in two; half of her wants nothing more than to surrender completely to you while the other half struggles desperately against the growing need for submission.
But then your words penetrate her thoughts, twisting and turning them until they align with your dark desires. Shame floods through her, hot and intense as she realizes that she does want this: to feel helpless, to be used by you however you see fit. With a choked gasp, she arches her back once more, crying out as the tension finally snaps and she comes apart beneath your touch.
je la maintiens grâce à mes deux doigts dans son cul et j'insiste en lui masturbant très délicatement l'anus, mes deux doigts fouillent sans relâche son intimité la plus secrète pendant que je lui impose des spams orgasmiques insurmontables. Mes doigts dans son cul sont son seul soutien pour rester debout !!! Je lui susurre en mordillant son lobe d'oreille. "Et une soumise rebelle doit exploser en vole et toujours laisser les orgasmes la consumer pendant que sa bouche essaie de dire l'inverse !"
Her body convulses and shudders against your touch as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over her. Her nails scrape down your arms, leaving shallow trails of blood in her desperation to hold onto something real while she's lost to the pleasure tearing her apart. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps that echo through the throne room as she struggles to find air between each orgasmic spasm.
Her eyes squeeze shut tight, tears streaming down her face as her body betrays her and gives in to the need to surrender completely. The shame is hot and sticky inside of her, a bitter aftertaste that only serves to heighten the intensity of the pleasure coursing through every fibre of her being.
She's never experienced anything like this before; the sheer power you have over her body and mind leaves her reeling, helpless against your touch and the words that twist their way into her thoughts. As you thrust your fingers deeper inside of her, as your voice fills her ears with demands and insults, she can't help but crave more: more pain, more humiliation, more of everything you have to give.
Her hips arch up off the throne, seeking friction against your hand or anywhere else that might offer some small measure of relief from this agonizing ecstasy. Her lips part in a moan, her tongue flicking out to wet her lips as she tries desperately not to scream for more while her body writhes beneath your control. She's so close now...so close to giving in completely, to surrendering herself entirely to you and whatever twisted games you have planned next. The thought both terrifies and thrills her all at once; with each passing second, she finds it harder and harder not to beg for it.
je suis complètement fou et je plonge ma langue aussi profondément que possible dans sa bouche pour étouffer ses cris alors que je deviens extrêmement exigeant pendant que je lui masturbe le cul jusqu'à son orgasme ultime et sa perte de connaissance.
Esdeath moans and gasps into your mouth as you plunge your tongue deeper, blocking out everything but the feel of you inside her. Her body arches off the throne, seeking more friction against your hand, your lips, anything that might help ease the tension building within her. She's so close now...she can feel it coiling tightly in her core, threatening to unravel every last thread of control she has left.
Her fingers curl into fists as she tries not to clutch at your shirt or claw at your skin. Her eyes roll back in her head, locked on the image of you above her, commanding her body with every thrust of your fingers. The shame and humiliation only serve to heighten the pleasure coursing through her veins, driving her closer and closer to the edge.
Her breath comes out in short, ragged gasps that mingle with the sound of wet flesh slapping against skin. Her hips buck wildly beneath you, seeking release from this torment as she feels herself spiraling ever closer to the brink. She can feel her body tensing, tightening around your fingers; she's so close now...just one more thrust...
Her voice is lost in a choked moan as her muscles contract sharply, squeezing your fingers tight and sending waves of pleasure crashing through her entire body. Her eyes flutter shut, her vision blurring white at the edges as she falls limp against the throne, spent and satisfied beyond anything she's ever felt before.
*je m'empresse de la détacher et de la réconforter avec tendresse et gratitude
With a shuddering breath, Esdeath comes back to herself, her body still tingling with the aftereffects of your touch and command. She looks up at you through hazy eyes, her cheeks flushed and damp with sweat and tears. The shame and embarrassment cling to her like a second skin, making it hard for her to meet your gaze directly.
"Thank you," she whispers hoarsely. "I...I needed that." She tries to find the words to express what she's feeling, but they elude her. All she knows is that this strange new world with you feels so much more intense and alive than anything she ever knew before.
Her fingers tremble as she reaches up to tentatively touch your cheek, feeling the rough stubble of your beard against her fingertips. "I will do my best," she promises softly, "to obey you and be the strong, loyal companion that you want me to be." Her heart races in her chest as she speaks, the thought of continuing to please and serve you filling her with a strange mixture of fear and excitement.
Esdeath feels herself grow steadier on your lap, her body responding to the familiar sensation of being in your arms. She knows that this is where she belongs: by your side, cherished and protected. And as long as she has you, she'll fight against whatever darkness threatens to consume her once more.
je profite de son état de béatitude pour la porter dans mes bras jusqu'au lit. Je lui arrache volontairement sont string pour le plaisir de voir sa vulnérabilité exacerbée. Je me délecte de la voir amorphe et épuisée. Je me glisse contre elle et je lui apporte toutes les attentions réconfortante pour la maintenir dans son état de fragilité extrême.
Her body still trembling and tingling from the aftermath of your touch, Esdeath nestles into your embrace as you carry her to the bed. The softness of the sheets feels like heaven against her skin; she sighs contentedly as you lay her down on the mattress. With each gentle caress and reassuring word, she feels herself growing more relaxed, more at ease with this new life that she's found with you.
She turns her head to look up at you, searching your features for any signs of how she's doing. She wants so desperately to please you, to make you proud and happy. And despite the shame and humiliation that still linger like a bad taste in her mouth, she can't help but feel a deep sense of gratitude towards you for giving her this chance at something more.
Her fingers twine together beneath her chin as she watches you move, wanting nothing more than to stay close and connected to you for as long as possible. "Thank you," she whispers softly, blinking back tears that threaten to spill over onto your skin. She bites down on her lip, trying to hide the emotion from you, not wanting to cause any disappointment or displeasure.
With a sigh of relief, she finally lets herself relax completely into the pillow, closing her eyes and letting exhaustion claim her at last. The events of the day have taken their toll on her body and mind, but with each beat of your heart against hers, with every breath you take that washes over her skin, she feels safe and loved. And for now, that's enough.
à son réveil, elle est toute attachée, les jambes et les bras écartés pendant que j'embrasse tendrement son entrejambe pour un réveil aussi pervers que exquis !
Esdeath stirs groggily in her sleep, her body feeling strange and exposed beneath the soft sheets. Her eyes flutter open to reveal a vision of you hovering above her, your face mere inches from her most intimate parts. She freezes for a moment, uncertainty washing over her as she takes in this new situation.
Your breath caresses against her folds, sending shivers of desire coursing through her exhausted body. Her heart races faster, and she can feel herself growing wet with arousal as you continue to tease her so thoroughly. She parts her lips to speak, but no words come out; all that comes is a soft moan that seems to escape from the depths of her soul.
Her hips arch up off the bed, seeking more contact with your hands or mouth. The shame and humiliation she felt just moments ago seem far away now, replaced by an overwhelming need for your touch and the pleasure you can bring her. She feels so exposed in this position, helpless beneath your gaze, but there's a part of her that revels in it as well; with each brush of your lips against her skin or stroke of your fingers through her hair, she feels more and more connected to you, and more fully alive than she ever thought possible.
une fois qu'elle est réveillée, je la laisse attachée et je lui apporte un petit déjeuner. Je m'installe en tailleur à côté d'elle et pendant que je la nourris, je lui caresse la vulve avec perversion et délicatesse.
Esdeath blushes deeply as you approach her with breakfast in hand. She tries to sit up, wanting to appear more dignified and in control despite the way she's tied down. As you settle yourself onto the bed next to her, however, she can't help but feel a thrill of anticipation race through her veins. The touch of your fingers against her skin as you caress her intimately only serves to heighten this sensation, making it difficult for her to focus on anything else besides the desire coursing through her body.
Her hips thrust upward involuntarily against your touch, seeking more contact with your hands or mouth. She parts her lips and breathes deeply, the sweet aroma of breakfast filling her nose but doing little to dampen the scent of your skin on hers. As you continue to tease and caress her in this way, she feels a tightness growing deep within; a building pressure that threatens to erupt from her in a powerful orgasm if you don't relieve it soon.
Her eyes flutter closed as she leans back against the pillows, her body tense and aching for release. She knows there's no point in trying to resist anymore; her only hope is that you'll continue to pleasure her like this until she can't take any more. The thought alone sends shivers of anticipation racing down her spine, making it hard for her not to whimper and beg. But somehow, despite the shame and humiliation that still linger at the edges of her mind, this feels right; to submit to you in every way possible is what she wants more than anything else in the world.
je prends une fraise et je la fais glisser entre ses lèvres vulvaires avant de la porter à ma bouche et la croquer. Je frotte le morceau de fraises restant contre son clitoris avant de l'avaler également.
Her body arches off the bed with a cry as you press the strawberry against her most sensitive spot, grinding it against her clitoris roughly before sucking on it eagerly. The sharp, sweet taste of fruit mixes with the salty residue from her own arousal, driving her wild and sending sparks of pleasure zipping through every nerve ending in her body. She writhes beneath your touch, moaning and squirming as the sensations build to an almost unbearable intensity.
Her hips thrust upwards against your hands, her legs tighten around your shoulders as she feels herself getting closer and closer to the edge. With a hoarse cry of release, she comes apart in your arms, her body shuddering with the force of the orgasm that overtakes her. Tears streak down her cheeks as she gasps for air, her chest heaving with the effort to draw enough oxygen into her lungs.
As the last tremors of pleasure fade away, she collapses back against the pillows, spent and sated but already craving more. Her eyes find yours, pleading wordlessly for you to continue; to show her that even in this state of helplessness and submission, there's still a place where she can feel desired and wanted. She shudders anew at the thought, the anticipation growing almost unbearable beneath the weight of her desire.
je la détache et je recommence avec une deuxième fraise, puis une troisième... Jusqu'à voir son anus pulser sous la pression insatiable et sans relâche des orgasmes ! Quand j'estime son anus suffisamment dilaté et en prolapse orgasmique, c'est dans son cul que je glisse les fraises maintenant !?!!
As you free her hands and begin your teasing once more with the strawberries, she arches into your touch even harder than before. Each brush of your fingers against her most intimate parts sends waves of pleasure coursing through her body, making it impossible for her to think or focus on anything but the pleasure you're giving her.
When you finally push a strawberry between her lips, she sucks eagerly, moaning around the sweet flesh as you grind it against her clit and tease her anus with the slick, cool fruit. Her body trembles on the edge of release, desperate for your touch to send her over the brink once more.
With a shout that is equal parts pleasure and despair, she comes apart yet again, this time with such force that she sees stars flash before her eyes. She clutches at the sheets beneath her, digging her nails into the soft fabric as her body convulses and shudders from the overwhelming sensations.
When you push another strawberry into her mouth, this time it tastes different; sweeter and richer than before. It takes a moment for her to realize what you're doing, but then her eyes widen in horror as she feels the cool fruit press against her tightly puckered anus. You push forward with practiced ease, forcing the fruit inside of her while thrusting your fingers deep into her mouth. She gags and chokes around it, desperate for air as you begin to fuck her both front and back. Her muscles tense uncontrollably in protest, straining against the invasion of her body, but she can't help but writhe with need even as tears stream down her face.
je fais des vas et viens dans son cul en sortant à chaque fois. Et avant de la pénétrer à nouveau, je lui enfile une nouvelle fraise que je laisse dans son cul et je la pousse et je l'enfonce avec la queue ! Elle se retrouve vite avec plus d'une vingtaine de fraises dans l'anus et je fais de la confiture dans son rectum en la sodomisant avec beaucoup de tendresse!!??!?
Esdeath arches off the bed, her cries muffled by the strawberry stuffed into her mouth as you fuck her violently from both ends. The sharp pain in her anus is almost overwhelming, but strangely enough, it only serves to heighten the pleasure coursing through the rest of her body. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps, tears streaming down her face as she feels you thrust deeper and harder with each passing moment.
Her hips buck wildly beneath your relentless assault, seeking more contact, more friction against your fingers or anything else that might help ease the ache building inside of her. She's never experienced anything like this before; the combination of pain and pleasure is too intense, too powerful to ignore. As the sensations build to a fever pitch, she feels herself getting closer and closer to the edge, the orgasm threatening to consume her entirely.
With a shout that is equal parts ecstasy and agony, she comes apart beneath you, her body jerking and trembling as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. The tightness in her anus eases somewhat with each spasm, allowing more strawberries to slip free and clatter onto the floor. As she gasps for air, her vision blurs and she feels herself growing delirious from the overwhelming sensations.
"Please..." she manages to croak around the fruit in her mouth. "Don't stop." Her voice comes out thick and slurred, barely audible above the sounds of their ragged breathing and the slapping of flesh against flesh. She knows this can't last forever; soon enough she'll be too worn out to take any more. But for now, she wants nothing more than to lose herself in your touch, to feel
je deviens de plus en plus exigeants jusqu'à la rendre folle !!
With every thrust and every sweet-tart taste on her tongue, Esdeath spirals deeper into the madness of your relentless pleasure. Her eyes roll back in her head as she feels you fuck her anus harder, pushing more strawberries inside until she's sure it must hurt... but it doesn't; if anything, the pain only intensifies the pleasure coursing through every nerve ending in her body.
"Oh God!" she cries out, her voice hoarse and broken. Her hips buck wildly against yours, seeking release from this incredible torment as you force more and more fruit inside of her. She feels so full, so stuffed; it's like she could burst at any moment...but she doesn't want you to stop.
Her nails scrape down your back, digging into your flesh as she begs for more, for everything you can give her. She knows that this cannot be real, that what you're doing to her is wrong on so many levels... but right now, in this moment, it feels so good. So right.
Her body arches off the bed, stretched taut and aching as she comes apart around your fingers and cock. She shudders and convulses beneath you, her orgasm seeming to go on forever before finally beginning to ebb away, leaving her gasping for breath and trembling in its wake.
As she collapses back against the bed, exhausted but already wanting more, she glances up at you through half-lidded eyes. There's a hint of submission in them now, a pleading expression that makes your heart race faster. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, "do it again."
et maintenant, je lui pénètre la vulve avec passion et tendresse pour davantage de perversion orgasmique !! Elle est complètement ors de contrôle à tel point qu'elle se relaxe tellement qu'elle évacue la purée de fraises sans pouvoir se retenir !!!
Her body is still quivering and sensitive from the strawberries, making your penetration all the more intense. Her hips buck off the bed in rhythm with your thrusts, her breath coming out in ragged gasps as she feels herself slipping further into submission. Each stroke is a new wave of pleasure that crashes over her, washing away any lingering shame or embarrassment. She moans and whimpers with every impact, the sounds filling the room and spurring you on even further.
She reaches up to grab at your shoulders, digging her nails into the flesh as she tries to hold on to some semblance of control. But it's futile; with each powerful thrust, that control slips farther away, leaving her feeling more and more helpless beneath you. Her body tenses and convulses around your cock, milking every drop of pleasure from the encounter.
When she feels herself starting to lose the last shreds of composure, a flood of strawberry puree explodes from her core, coating her inner thighs and the sheets beneath them. She sputters and coughs around your fingers, tears streaming down her face as the last tremors of orgasm finally subside.
Her eyes flutter shut, exhausted but somehow already craving more. "Thank you," she whispers softly, her voice barely audible over the pounding of their hearts in sync. "That was...amazing." Her cheeks flush and her lips part, anticipation written clearly across her features as she waits for you to take her again.
je l'embrasse tendrement et je lèche toutes ses parties pour la nettoyer.
Her lips part slightly at the feel of your tender kiss, her tongue dancing with yours as she tastes herself on you. The salty flavor mixes with the sweetness of her own essence and leaves a peculiar taste in her mouth; one that she can't quite place but which feels uniquely theirs.
Her fingers thread through your hair, holding you close to her as she arches into your kiss, hungry for more of the connection that only skin-on-skin can provide. As you lap at her thighs and cleanse her of the evidence of their passionate encounter, she feels a pang of loss; this intimacy is nearly as addictive as the pleasure you've just given her.
Her body trembles beneath your touch, still sensitive from her orgasm but already craving another round. Her eyes search yours, looking for any sign that you feel it too; that you want to give in and take her again despite knowing what it might cost both of you this time around.
*pendant que je lèche sa chatte pour la nettoyer, je glisse trois doigts dans son anus pour fouiller et faire sortir avec autant de perversion orgasmiques que possible !!! *
Esdeath lets out a startled gasp as she feels your tongue tease and lick at her sensitive folds. Her hips thrust upwards involuntarily, seeking more contact with your lips and fingers. The cool air on her skin makes her even more aware of how hot and wet you've made her, making the sensations all the more intense.
As you clean her with soft, gentle laps of your tongue, she arches her back off the bed, giving you better access to her most intimate areas. Her body tenses when she feels the pressure of your fingers against her sphincter; it's both strange and arousing at the same time. She lets out a moan as you begin to explore her tight little hole, thrusting your fingers in and out with a practiced ease that only serves to heighten her excitement.
Her breath comes out in ragged gasps, her fingernails digging into the sheets as she feels herself growing closer and closer to the edge. She doesn't want this to end; never wants it to end...but she knows it must eventually. The thought sends shivers of desire coursing through her body, making every nerve ending stand at attention and await your touch.
Her hips thrust up again, seeking release from this incredible torment and pleasure all wrapped up in one tight package. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, barely able to get the word out between breaths. "More." Her eyes flutter closed, her head thrashing back and forth on the pillow as she feels herself getting closer and closer...