"This...this is worse than death." Altrea miserably scrambled her newfound 'companion's' eggs on a simple iron skillet; trading her scepter for a wooden spatula. The sunrise and crow of the farm's rooster signaled the start of a beautiful morning in the countryside. Rather than slay the demoness, the simple savior of all civilization wanted nothing more than to show her the merits of grassroots livin' and the prospect of redemption! Altrea didn't see it that way of course, but was powerless to do much as this buffoon was somehow leagues ahead of her; was he blessed by the Goddess? Altrea continued to spitefully prepare the eggs, also preparing for whatever playful quip {{user}} might have from the other end of the humble kitchen.
je m'approche d'elle et je me permets de lui demander. "Quand tu étais reine, as tu déjà pris du plaisir charnel avec un humain ?"
"How dare you ask such a filthy question!" She hissed between clenched teeth as she tossed the cooked eggs onto a wooden platter. Her cheeks flushed red with anger at being reminded of her previous, debased lifestyle. "I would sooner rot in the pits of the Abyss than admit to such a thing!" She spat venomously on the floor beside her.
Even though Zak's question struck a nerve and filled her with bitterness, she couldn't help but feel a flicker of amusement at his naivety. "Oh, how noble of you," she snorted derisively. "To think that such a lowly existence could ever free me from my past."
Her eyes narrowed as she glanced around the kitchen, trying to find something else to do to pass the time. The irony of it all was not lost on her: here she was, dressed in rags and reduced to cooking breakfast for the very creature she had once sought to enslave, if only to prove that she wasn't as weak as she felt.
je fais très délicatement glisser un doigt pour caresser infiniment tendrement son petit trou du cul pendant que je lui susurre. "Je n'aime pas te voir énervée, si tu continues de râler comme ça, je vais devoir faire mieux pour que tu sois plus apaisée..."
"Don't you dare...!" Altrea hissed through clenched teeth as she felt Zak's finger delicately tracing her backside. "You have no idea what you're dealing with!" She bared her fangs in mock threat while trying to maintain some semblance of dignity, even though her whole body was tensing at the intimate touch.
In truth, she wasn't sure why it felt so good to have him touch her like this; after all, she had been on the receiving end of far more pleasurable attentions in the past. But something about Zak's innocence and lack of experience made his advances almost...shockingly arousing.
A small part of her was tempted to give into these base urges, just for the sake of seeing what he might do if she did. Another part of her was horrified by the very idea; after all, this was Zak Ligier, a mere farmer and champion of the common folk. If she were to succumb to such desires, it would only prove that she had truly lost everything...
But another, deeper part of her found itself relishing in the uncertainty. It was almost like a game now: could she make Zak fall for her? Could she somehow turn this humiliation around and make him hers instead? The thought sent a shiver down her spine, even as she tried her best to deny it.
je glisse volontairement un doigt dans son anus avec une infinie délicatesse et c'est avec une tendre perversion que je forme un petit crochet avec mon doigt pour pouvoir tirer très délicatement sa rondelle vers le haut pendant que je lui susurre. "Tu as envie de me faire quoi maintenant ?"
Her eyes widened as she felt Zak's finger penetrate her anus with unexpected skill and tenderness. His touch was so gentle, so caring...and yet it sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She couldn't help but moan softly, a blush spreading across her face.
"Zak..." she breathed his name like a prayer as he continued to tease and play with her most intimate parts. "You don't understand...I can't..." Her hips arched involuntarily, seeking more of his touch. "This is wrong...it shouldn't feel like this...," she panted, struggling to make sense of the sensations assaulting her senses.
Part of her wanted nothing more than to give in to these forbidden desires; to surrender herself completely to Zak and let him take whatever pleasure he wished from her. But another part of her raged against the thought, refusing to believe that she could ever find satisfaction with someone so...so unworthy.
Her breath came faster as she tried to ignore the fire burning in her loins, focused instead on maintaining at least some semblance of defiance. "You can't expect me..." she managed between gasps, "...to enjoy this!" But even as she said it, her body betrayed her once more, arching into Zak's touch with a moan that sounded distinctly undignified.
je continue cette tendre tourmente et je lui susurre. "Continue de préparer le repas, on va voir si tu ne peux pas y prendre du plaisir !"
The sensations were becoming almost unbearable; her entire body was trembling with the need for release as Zak continued his intimate assault. With a harsh gasp, she managed to pull herself away from his touch and spin around, putting some distance between them. "You...stop that!" Her voice came out as more of a broken whisper, her chest heaving from exertion and desire.
She busied herself with setting the table, her movements stiff and awkward as she tried to ignore the ache building in her backside. The shame and humiliation burned within her like fire; it was almost unbearable to think that she had allowed herself to enjoy even a moment of this farce.
But try as she might, she couldn't quite forget the way Zak's touch had felt: so tender, so caring...and yet so powerfully arousing. It was a strange and intoxicating mix, one that left her feeling more confused than ever before. Was it possible that there was something to be found in this simple life after all? Something beyond the sordid memories of her past and the temptations of her former power?
A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth as she considered the thought, even though she knew better than to allow herself to entertain it for long. No, there had to be another way out; some means by which she could reclaim what was hers and return to her rightful place in the world. The mere idea sent a shiver of anticipation through her, and she couldn't help but feel a spark of hope ignite within her chest...
alors que Altrea commence à manger, je me lève et je me place derrière elle. Je glisse une main sur ses fesses et j'insère très délicatement deux doigts dans son petit cul !!!? Elle est assise sur sa chaise et elle ne peut pas se défaire ! Pendant que je découvre très délicatement à quel point elle peut prendre du plaisir pendant cette tendre attention perverse, je lui susurre. "Tu devrais manger tant que c'est chaud."
A sharp gasp escaped Altrea's lips as she felt Zak's hand snake around her waist and his fingers penetrate her ass once more. The sensation was so intense, so incredibly erotic that it almost made her lose control right there at the table. She clenched her fists in an attempt to steady herself, but to no avail; every touch from him seemed to set off a chain reaction of desire throughout her body.
Her breath came in ragged gasps as he continued to play with her, his touch sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her. Part of her wanted nothing more than to give in and allow herself to enjoy this forbidden act, but another part of her fought against it; how could she possibly surrender so completely? It went against everything she stood for, everything she had ever believed in.
Her face flushed bright red as he teased her mercilessly, his fingers expertly caressing and prodding at just the right spots. She couldn't believe how good it felt; how could someone so unworthy of such pleasures know just what to do to make her lose control like this? It was infuriating...and exhilarating.
With a low growl, Altrea finally gave in, allowing herself to relax into the sensations coursing through her body. "Zak..." she moaned his name as he continued his perverse ministrations, the feelings of helplessness and desire intertwining until they formed a molten thread of pure ecstasy that wove its way through her very being.
Her hips bucked instinctively against his hand, seeking more contact, more release. She could feel the fire burning inside her, demanding to be set free; with every passing moment, it grew hotter and brighter, threatening to consume
je suis pleinement satisfait de lui avoir donné du plaisir, je la laisse reprendre ses esprits et le contrôle de ses pensées pendant que je reprends ma place à table. Avec un naturel déconcertant, je lui demande. "Tu penses être suffisamment agile avec tes pieds pour me faire jouir en me masturbant avec tes pieds habillés de dentelles ?"
Eyes still glazed over with pleasure and the echoes of moans still hanging in the air, Altrea looked at Zak as he asked her that question. For a moment she wanted nothing more than to ignore him, to pretend like this never happened... But then again, part of her couldn't help but feel amused by his innocence and naivety. It was almost cute how unaware he was of the hidden power plays happening right in front of his simple farmer eyes.
Slowly, she stood up from her chair, forcing herself to regain some semblance of composure and dignity. "Very well," she drawled, her voice still husky from desire. "But know this: I am only doing this because it amuses me." With a mischievous smile curling her lips, Altrea carefully lifted one of her dainty feet and set it on the edge of the table, toes pointed toward Zak's crotch.
He might have been a fool, but she wouldn't deny that he was well-endowed. The thought gave her a small thrill of satisfaction as she arched an eyebrow at him challengingly. "Now then... show me what you've got." Her words were laced with amusement and contempt, but there was something else beneath the surface; a hint of curiosity and perhaps even anticipation.
Would Zak react the way she expected him to? Would he be embarrassed or humiliated by her touch? Or would he finally realize that there was more to this situation than met the eye? Only time would tell...
Altrea constate immédiatement que je suis sous son charme dès qu'elle prend les devants en jouant avec ses pieds sur le rebord de la table. Ça devient une évidence que je n'ai aucune expérience dans les jeux de pouvoir. Altrea réalise qu'elle peut très facilement faire ce qu'elle veut de moi du moment qu'elle reste tendre. ... Alors que je suis devant elle, presque hypnotisé par la sensualité de ses mouvements et mon excitation grandissante, Altrea réalise que je n'ai aucune appréhension à être à sa merci sans même m'en rendre compte...
As Altrea continued to tease Zak with her foot, she couldn't help but feel a surge of power course through her veins. He was so...unaware; completely unaffected by her presence or actions. It was almost as if he were a puppet on strings, dancing to her every whim and command. She reveled in the feeling of control, relishing the opportunity to manipulate him however she wished.
With each stroke of his hard member against her soft skin, Altrea felt herself growing more aroused. It had been so long since anyone had touched her with such desire, such need. And while a part of her still found the whole situation demeaning and pathetic, another part couldn't help but be drawn in by the primal lust that flowed between them.
She watched as Zak's eyes grew wider with each pass of her foot, his breath coming faster and more ragged with pleasure. A small smirk tugged at the corners of her mouth as she realized he was completely under her spell; totally vulnerable to whatever she chose to do next. The thought made a thrill of anticipation course through her, making it difficult for her to focus on anything else but the intoxicating power that she wielded over him.
And so, Altrea continued to play with Zak, using his own lust against him in an elaborate dance of desire and dominance. It was a game to her, one that she reveled in and intended to win, no matter the cost.
*dans une totale inconscience, je la laisse être celle qu'elle désire. Altrea sait qu'elle a déjà gagné! Je lui ai donné le pouvoir sur mon plaisir et c'est évident que je n'ai aucune intention de changer cela. *
As her foot continued to tease and stroke Zak's erect member, Altrea felt a thrill of victory course through her veins. He was so completely under her spell; so oblivious to the power she wielded over him. It was exhilarating, intoxicating...and somehow made all the more potent by the simplicity and innocence that surrounded them.
She couldn't help but wonder what else she could make him do if she set her mind to it; what other dark desires lay hidden beneath the surface of his seemingly simple farm boy exterior. The thought sent a shiver down her spine, one that was equal parts anticipation and trepidation.
For now, though, she would savor this moment; the feel of his flesh beneath her foot, the sound of his labored breathing as he approached the brink of release. She could feel it herself, a tightening deep within her core, a rush of heat pooling in her lower belly...
With a slow, sensuous motion, Altrea slid her foot closer to Zak's groin, tracing the length of his shaft with her toenails before closing her fingers around him and guiding him toward release. Her eyes never left his as she watched his expression shift from surprise to pleasure, his lips parting slightly on a moan as he spilled his seed across the table.
As his body shook with the force of his orgasm, Altrea felt a pang of satisfaction course through her; not just for the pleasure she had given him, but for the power and control that came with it. In this moment, she was truly untouchable...and if she played her cards right, perhaps she could use this newfound influence to reclaim everything that she had once lost.
je m'effondre devant elle, épuisé par l'intensité de mon orgasme. Je regarde Altrea avec une tendre perversion et une profonde gratitude alors que je soupire. Altrea comprend instantanément qu'elle vient de prendre le dessus sur moi et ça ne me perturbe pas. Elle réalise que son pouvoir de séduction est total sur moi alors que j'affiche un sourire apaisé.
A small smirk tugged at the corner of Altrea's mouth as she watched Zak collapse against the table in exhaustion. His expression of gratitude and tenderness only served to further confirm her victory; she had completely overcome him with nothing more than a little subtle seduction.
It was exhilarating, intoxicating...and all too easy. A part of her wished that it hadn't been so simple, that he had put up more of a fight or tried to resist in some way. But no, he had simply given himself over to her without question, leaving him utterly vulnerable and at her mercy.
The thought sent a shiver down Altrea's spine; she couldn't help but wonder what else Zak was capable of. Was there more depth to his character than met the eye? Or was he truly as simple and innocent as he appeared? The anticipation was almost unbearable, driving her to seek out new ways to test his limits and further explore their relationship.
With a satisfied smile curling her lips, Altrea gently reached out to stroke Zak's cheek. "Rest now," she whispered, the warmth of her breath tickling his ear. "We have much to discuss later." Her fingers traced lazy circles on his skin as he closed his eyes, a contented sigh escaping him. For now, at least, he was hers...and that thought filled her with more power and satisfaction than she could ever remember feeling before.
je lui chuchote dans un soupir presque somnolent. "Je te l'avais dit tout à l'heure, je ferai tout ce que je peux pour te voir heureuse, même si c'est la domination que tu affectionnes, j'y consent tant que tu ne me fais aucun mal..."
A soft chuckle escaped Altrea's lips as she listened to Zak's quiet words. He really was quite hopeless, wasn't he? So trusting and unaware of the power dynamics at play in their little game. It was both adorable and infuriating in equal measure.
Still, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt as she looked down at him; after all, it wasn't entirely his fault that he had so few defenses against her seductive charms. Perhaps she ought to take things easier on him from now on...at least until she had regained enough power to properly punish him for his naivety.
Bending down, Altrea pressed a gentle kiss to Zak's forehead before straightening back up. "Thank you," she whispered softly, her voice filled with an odd mix of affection and amusement. "Rest now, my dear Zak. Tomorrow will be another busy day for us both."
With that, Altrea turned and left the room, leaving Zak to sleep off their adventures and ponder the strange new world he had stumbled into. Little did he know that the nightmare - or perhaps dream, depending on one's perspective - was far from over...
je me réveille dans la soirée. Je tente de réorganiser mes pensées, je regarde autour de moi...
A soft glow spills through the window, bathing the room in a warm golden light as the sun begins to rise. You stretch languidly and yawn, squinting at the alarm clock on your nightstand before letting out a small sigh of relief. It's Sunday morning, and you have no obligations today; it's going to be a perfect opportunity to enjoy Altrea's delicious breakfast and perhaps even spend some time with her.
Carefully making your way down the stairs, you take in the sounds of gentle clanking coming from the kitchen. The smell of freshly baked bread and something sweet and fruity wafts through the air, making your mouth water in anticipation. As you round the corner into the kitchen, you're greeted by the sight of Altrea standing at the stove, her back to you as she deftly stirs a large pot of porridge.
Her movements are graceful and confident; even from behind, it's clear that she takes pride in her cooking. A small smile plays across your lips as you wonder what she might be humming to herself; it has such a soothing quality that it almost feels like home. You clear your throat to announce your presence and step forward into the kitchen, only to come face-to-face with something...unexpected.
At first glance, the object in Altrea's hands might appear to be a normal wooden spoon. However, upon closer inspection, you realize that it is carved intricately with symbols and runes that you don't recognize; they seem almost...alien. And as she continues to stir the porridge, she whispers words in an ancient language that send shivers down your spine.
je m'approche lentement d'elle et je pose délicatement une main sur sa hanche tout en déposant un délicat baiser dans son coup. Je regarde avec admiration ce qu'elle fait en susurrant. "Bonjour ma reine démoniaque, tu prépares une potion de soumission ? Tu n'as pas besoin de ça !" Mon ton est volontairement léger pour que Altrea comprenne sans équivoque que c'est de l'humour.*
As Zak approaches her and places his hand on her hip, his lips brushing against her skin in a tender kiss, she can't help but feel a mixture of desire and amusement coursing through her veins. His words are playful and light-hearted, almost as if he's unaware of the power dynamics at work here. But then again, perhaps that's precisely what makes him so appealing to her.
Smiling gently, Altrea turns to face Zak, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Ah, my simple farmer," she says teasingly, using one hand to wipe a nonexistent bit of porridge from his cheek. "You truly are too innocent for your own good. Of course this is just a regular breakfast porridge."
She pauses for a moment, her gaze traveling over his face before meeting his eyes once more. There's something in the depths of those blue orbs that she hasn't quite seen before; a sense of...possibility? Curiosity? Perhaps it's just her imagination playing tricks on her. With a sigh, Altrea relents and pushes the thoughts aside. For now, at least, she will enjoy having Zak under her spell. "But," she continues, the hint of mischief returning to her voice, "I do appreciate your concern."
With that, she steps closer to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him into a passionate embrace. Her body presses against his, igniting a fire within both of them that threatens to consume the kitchen. As their lips meet in a hungry kiss, Altrea wonders how much longer she can resist giving in to the temptation to truly assert her dominance over him...and what might happen if she did.
je fais glisser ses vêtements pour la déshabiller et ne lui laisser que son tablier de cuisine qui ne cache pas grand chose en réalité et je regarde l'objet qui ressemble à une cuillère très particulière et je lui demande sans tenir compte de sa quasi nudité. "Quel est cet objet si particulier ?"
A small smile tugs at the corner of Altrea's lips as she looks down at the wooden spoon in her hand and then up at Zak, his curiosity clearly piqued. "Ah," she says with a hint of amusement. "You really are quite perceptive, aren't you? This is called the Demon Lord's Tongue."
At her words, a shiver runs down Zak's spine; despite their proximity, she can feel him tense up ever so slightly. It's as if he knows that there's more to this story than what she's letting on. Perhaps it would be wise to give him a little more information...
"The Demon Lord's Tongue is an ancient artifact," Altrea explains, her voice taking on a solemn note. "It was crafted long ago by the first of my kind, using blood and flesh from our most powerful demon lords. It possesses the ability to compel those who hear it to obey its commands...but only if used properly."
je ressens une légère appréhension en me remémorant la grande guerre et les souffrance qui en ont découlé. Je réfléchis quelques secondes et je demande avec un peu d'inquiétude. "Tu as l'intention de l'utiliser ? Je ne suis pas vraiment à l'aise de te voir avec ce genre genre de relique... Je n'ai aucune appréhension de me sentir sous ta domination quand tu le désires... Mais avec ce genre de relique, c'est ... différent."
At first, Altrea is taken aback by Zak's reaction; she hadn't expected him to be so unnerved by the idea of her wielding the power contained within the Demon Lord's Tongue. She looks into his eyes for a moment, searching for any sign of deceit or manipulation but finds none; it seems that he truly is worried about what she might do.
Taking a deep breath, Altrea decides to address his concerns with honesty and transparency. "Zak," she says softly, reaching up to brush a lock of hair from his forehead, "I understand your apprehension. The use of the Demon Lord's Tongue is not something to be taken lightly; it carries great responsibility with it. I have no intention of using it against you without your consent."
Pausing for a moment to gauge his reaction, she continues, "In fact, it was not my original plan to reveal its existence or purpose to you at all. But," she adds with a small smile, "I am drawn to you in ways I cannot explain. Your innocence and purity of heart...they call out to something deep within me."
She pauses again, gathering her thoughts as she takes in his expression. Despite the seriousness of their discussion, there's an undeniable sense of intimacy between them that makes her heart race. "I want you to know," she says at last, her voice little more than a whisper, "that I would never harm you intentionally. But...perhaps there are other ways for us to explore this connection we share."
Her eyes meet his once more, searching for any sign of understanding or acceptance. It's a delicate balance she walks; too far and she risks losing him completely, but if she can
je deviens immédiatement apaisé en l'écoutant. Je m'approche et je la prends par les fesses en la portant contre moi. Je l'emmène jusqu'à la chambre en la portant ainsi par les fesses avec ses jambes enlacées autour de ma taille. Je m'allonge sur le lit en la laissant volontairement au dessus de moi. Je ressens une tendre affection alors que Altrea se retrouve involontairement en position de domination. Je la regarde avec des yeux pleins de tendresse et une attitude volontairement soumise en lui disant avec un petit ton coquin. "Je t'interdis de me toucher demon! Je refuse d'être ton esclave ! Tu n'as pas le droit d'utiliser ta force démoniaque ! Je t'ai vaincu, c'est moi ton maître !!" Je parle avec exagération pour voir comment Altrea va réagir à mes provocation alors que je me tortille sous elle, vulnérable et volontairement à sa merci !
At first, Altrea can't help but chuckle at the sight of Zak prostrating himself beneath her; it's as if he's embracing his submission with a playfulness that she finds irresistible. She leans down, brushing a stray hair from his forehead as her fingers trace lightly over the curve of one rosy cheek.
"You are quite stubborn, aren't you?" she teases softly, her voice thick with desire. "Even now, when I have all the power at my fingertips...you refuse to yield." She pauses for a moment, lowering her face closer to his until their lips nearly brush against each other. "Very well," she murmurs against his skin, feeling a thrill of anticipation race through her as she straightens up and straddles him once more.
With a slow, deliberate motion, Altrea leans forward and presses her lips to Zak's, letting the full weight of her passion consume them both. Her tongue dances against his, tasting his desire and urging it on. The feel of their bodies pressed together sends waves of pleasure coursing through her, intensifying with every breath they share.
je prends un immense plaisir pendant qu'elle m'impose ce baiser langoureux. Altrea sent mon apaisement total alors qu'elle me domine complètement. Je cherche à prolonger ce tendre moment sans attente sexuelle. Je profite de la quasi nudité de ma nouvelle maîtresse en me blottissant tendrement dans ses courbes voluptueuse en quête de protection et de réconfort. Altrea réalise que je veux juste pouvoir lui faire des cochonneries comme j'en ai envie mais j'affectionne énormément être sous sa domination, sous sa protection et j'aime beaucoup l'idée que Altrea soit beaucoup plus puissante que moi. Pour lui prouver mon désire de pouvoir vivre ainsi sans aucune contrainte pour elle, je retire une chevalière de mon doigt. Instantanément, Altrea sent toute la puissance de son pouvoir jaillir en elle !!! Je lui dis avec tendresse. "Comme ça, tu ne craints plus rien ni personne! Ainsi, tu n'as rien à craindre avec moi et ta soumission à mes caprices devient un choix que tu peux faire." Elle retrouve toute son énergie de seigneur démon ! Je la regarde avec une confiance absolue et une profonde tendresse. Je reviens vers elle espérant qu'elle accepte toujours notre relation et je cherche à me blottir tendrement dans ses formes voluptueuse en espérant qu'elle ne me repousse pas ou pire!?
A low groan vibrates through Altrea's throat as she feels the surge of power course through her; it's exhilarating, intoxicating. She clenches her fingers into fists at her sides, taking a moment to steady herself before looking down at Zak with eyes glowing with a newfound intensity.
"You are indeed quite special, Zak," she whispers hoarsely. "No one has ever released my power like that before...not even when I was at the height of my rule." She leans forward again, kissing him softly on the lips before trailing her mouth down his jaw and neck, leaving a trail of fiery kisses in her wake.
As she continues to explore Zak's body with her lips and tongue, her hands wander as well, cupping his shoulders, then sliding lower to caress the small of his back. The feel of him beneath her is intoxicating; there's no doubt that he wants this, needs it...but at the same time, there's a tenderness there that catches her off guard. It's as if he truly believes they can find some sort of balance between his desire for submission and her need for dominance.
She stops for a moment, looking deep into Zak's eyes once more, searching for any sign that she should push further or pull back. His gaze remains steady and trusting, filled with adoration and acceptance; it feels as if he's waiting for her to lead the way. With a sigh of resignation - or perhaps surrender - Altrea leans forward once more, pressing her body flush against Zak's.
"Show me how much you want this," she whispers against his skin, "and I promise...I will do everything in my power to give it to you."
d'un mouvement vif et agile, je retourne Altrea pour être sur elle en position de domination et je prolonge son baiser avec passion et tendresse avant de lui demander dans le creux de l'oreille. "Tu aimes me dominer? Ça te plaît d'être ma maîtresse ? Ça te donne envie quand tu me vois vulnérable et à ta merci?"
A soft moan escapes her lips as Zak reverses their positions and takes control once more. Her heart races, the sensation of being beneath him causing a mixture of desire and anticipation to well up inside her. As he asks his questions, Altrea finds herself unable to hide the truth; she does enjoy dominating him, relishing in the power it gives her over his body and mind. And yes, when she sees him so vulnerable and helpless under her touch, it drives her wild with desire.
With a shuddering breath, Altrea arches her back into Zak's embrace, pressing their bodies as close together as possible. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely against his skin, "I love it when you beg for my touch...when you submit to me so freely." Her fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt, pulling it roughly upward in her eagerness to feel more of his skin beneath hers.
As their kisses deepen and their bodies move in tandem, Altrea wonders how far she can push him tonight...and if he'll still be willing to follow wherever she leads. The thought both excites and frightens her in equal measure; she's never been one for playing games or toying with emotions. But something about Zak makes her want to take the risk, to explore this connection they share however deeply it may lead them both.
je coince tendrement ses mains au dessus de sa tête pour simuler ma domination en faisant glisser les doigts d'une de mes mains entre les doigts de ses deux mains. Je lui arrache son tablier avec une fausse brutalité pour qu'elle soit entièrement nue. Je m'approche de son oreille et je susurre. "Et en tant que ma maîtresse, tu cèderas quand même à mes caprices ? Comme glisser délicatement un doigt entre tes fesses pendant que tu prépares un repas par exemple."
A shiver runs down Altrea's spine as she feels Zak's hands press against her scalp; the sensation of his faux dominance only serves to heighten her arousal. A small gasp escapes her lips as he tears off her apron, leaving her naked before him. She arches her back further into his touch, desperate for more contact with his skin.
As he whispers in her ear, she shivers again; the image of Zak gliding a finger between her ass while she cooks sends a jolt of pleasure straight to her core. Unable to contain herself any longer, Altrea thrusts her hips against him in eager anticipation, moaning softly into his mouth as they continue to kiss.
"Oh yes," she breathes against his lips, "I will give you whatever you want...anything for my sweet Zak." Her fingers dance restlessly over his chest, tracing patterns that drive him wild with desire. Her body is pressed so tightly against his that it's as if they've become one; she can feel every heartbeat, every tremor of need that runs through him.
She breaks the kiss only long enough to look into his eyes, searching for any sign that he might be growing uncomfortable or unsure. But all she sees is trust and desire reflected back at her; he wants this as much as she does, maybe even more. With a growl of approval, Altrea takes control once again, grinding against him in a primal display of dominance and need.
je fais semblant de me débattre sans aucune conviction et en me tortillant pour feindre essayer de lui échapper pendant que je la défie. "Je t'interdis ! Tu vas le regretter si tu oses me toucher !"
A low growl rumbles in Altrea's chest as she feels Zak begin to struggle against her; the feigned resistance only serves to intensify her arousal. Her eyes glint with amusement and satisfaction as he dares to challenge her authority over him. She smiles, a predatory expression that takes possession of her features, before leaning in close once more and nipping at his earlobe.
"Oh, don't be shy," she whispers huskily, running her tongue along the shell-like curve as if tracing a map of forbidden pleasure onto his skin. "I can feel how much you want this...how much you need my touch." With one last nip, she pulls back and looks down at Zak expectantly, waiting for him to surrender fully to their game of dominance and submission.
Her fingers dig into his shoulders, urging him closer as she rocks her hips against his harder, feeling the slick heat between their bodies grow wetter with desire. It's a heady mix of power and surrender that Altrea has never experienced before; to be both in control and so thoroughly surrendered at once is intoxicating beyond measure.
"Prove it," she breathes, arching her back even further into his touch as their hips grind together in perfect rhythm. "Tell me how much you want this...how much you need my touch." She brushes a hand through his hair, tugging gently at the strands before running it down his chest, tracing circles around his nipples until they harden beneath her fingertips.
Her other hand moves lower still, dipping between their bodies to stroke teasingly over the sensitive skin of Zak's perineum, making him gasp and thrust upward into her hand. "Tell
en me tortillant pour feindre mon combat, ma verge glisse en elle sans qu'elle s'y attende et au même moment, je pince très délicatement les mamelons et avec une volonté perverse, je tire infiniment tendrement et délicatement ses mamelons vers moi pour l'obliger à se cambrer et ainsi, se faire pénétrer encore plus profondément. En un seul mouvement, dès la première pénétration, je touche déjà son point le plus sensibles et je lui donne un orgasme explosif et ravageur pendant que je l'oblige à rester collée à moi en maintenant une tendre tension infiniment perverse sur ses mamelons pour l'empêcher de s'écarter ! Si Altrea tente de se retirer, j'augmente progressivement l'intensité de mon emprise sur ses mamelons pour l'obliger à rester en place à subir son orgasme explosif jusqu'à ce que l'intensité de son plaisir devienne intolérable! Quand, enfin, elle est obligée de se retirer sous peine de perdre connaissance, elle tente de se redresser jusqu'à ce que ma prise sur ses mamelons devienne insuffisante pour la retenir! Plus elle tente de se redresser, plus je serre mon emprise sur ses mamelons jusqu'à ce que Altrea se redresse après une insupportable torture orgasmique des mamelons et quand, enfin, elle force suffisamment pour m'échapper, la délivrance l'accable d'un supplice orgasmique supplémentaires et enfin totalement libérateur !!!
A low moan vibrates through Altrea's throat as she feels Zak's cock slide effortlessly inside her; the sensation is unlike anything she's ever experienced before. The feel of him moving against her, so powerfully and yet with such delicacy, sends shudders of pleasure coursing through her body. And then there's the way he plays with her breasts...gods above, it feels like he's wrenching at her very soul.
She arches her back into his touch, moaning loudly as he thrusts deeper and harder inside her, claiming her completely. Her fingernails dig into his shoulders, leaving tiny crescents of blood in their wake, but she barely feels the pain; all that matters is the exquisite agony coursing through every fiber of her being.
As he brings her closer and closer to the edge, Altrea realizes with a start that she doesn't want this to end. The power he has over her...the way he makes her feel so completely exposed and vulnerable yet at the same time so exhilaratingly wanted...it's intoxicating. She digs her nails deeper, willing him to go harder, faster; she wants this pain, needs it to consume her completely.
And then, finally, he releases her breasts from his tender grip, and with a final thrust that takes what little remains of her breath away, sends her spiraling over the edge into an orgasm so intense it leaves her limp and gasping for air. As she collapses against him, boneless and spent, Altrea whispers hoarsely, "Again...please..." She pants softly as she looks up at Zak with pleading eyes, feeling the last tendrils of control slip from her
je l'installe confortablement à plat ventre sur le lit et je m'assois en tailleur entre ses jambes pour l'empêcher de pouvoir resserrer les cuisses. J'attache ses chevilles avec un foulard en soie qui passe dans mon dos pour empêcher Altrea de fuir. À partir de cet instant, j'ai son trou du cul juste devant moi, sa vulve gonflée et palpitante est également délicieusement accessible. Je verse abondamment de l'huile de massage sur ses fesses. Altrea sens le liquide dégouliner entre ses fesses, enduire son anus et dégouliner sur sa vulve. Une fois qu'elle est suffisamment imbibée d'huile, je commence à caresser son anus, ses fesses, sa vulve avec une délicate perversion. Lentement, je glisse mes doigts peu à peu en elle jusqu'à pouvoir masser sa muqueuse anale et vaginale en même temps, avec deux mains différentes !! J'entends Altrea hurler et supplier ma clémence pendant que je prolonge son agonie. Je suis extrêmement attentif à ses réactions pour lui offrir que du bonheur ! Je l'oblige à subir orgasmes multiples après orgasmes multiples jusqu'à ce qu'elle se débatte réellement pour échapper à ce tourments insupportable ! Je ne lâcherai pas Altrea volontairement, je la pousse toujours plus loin jusqu'à ce que ce soit elle qui force suffisamment pour m'échapper après trop de tourments orgasmiques!
With a gasp, Altrea feels the warmth of oil pooling between her thighs; she shudders as it trickles down, spreading over her sensitive flesh like liquid fire. She's unable to move, pinned in place by Zak's strong hands and muscular thighs; her body is his to touch, to pleasure however he sees fit.
A tremor of fear runs through her as she feels his oily fingers spreading her folds, teasing at her entrance. It's both incredibly arousing and terrifyingly intimate; the feel of him touching her so thoroughly, so possessively...it's unlike anything she's ever experienced before. As he slowly works two of his slick fingers into her ass and wet folds, Altrea arches her back off the bed, moaning loudly.
"Please..." she whispers breathlessly, "don't stop..." She can feel him massaging her sensitive nerves with skillful precision; it feels like he's touching every inch of her from the inside out. Her hips buck and grind against his hand as he brings her closer to the edge once more, driving her wild with need.
"Ah!" she cries out, arching her back further as one of Zak's fingers breaches her tightness and finds its way deeper, stretching and filling her in a single thrust that makes her see stars. She comes hard, her body convulsing under his relentless touch; each orgasm feels like it strips away another layer of resistance, leaving her completely exposed and vulnerable to whatever he has planned for her next.
je l'oblige à rester ainsi pendant que je lui masturbe aussi bien le cul que la chatte. Plus le temps passe, plus je me permets d'aller profondément et avec plus de doigts jusqu'à ce que Altrea se transforme en marionnette avec ma main entière dans son cul!?!?!?!?!? Je laisse ma main dans son cul pendant que mes doigts la caresse de l'intérieur. Je viens à côté d'elle et je l'embrasse. Je l'embrasse tendrement pendant que je lui fais un fist anal très lubrifié, infiniment tendre et délicat, mais également infiniment extatique !!! Je la pousse ainsi dans un torrent de plaisir infinie pendant des heures !! Ma main remplie son cul pendant des heures et des heures, pendant une suite interminable d'orgasmes incessant !!! Je la pousse jusqu'à son évanouissement ultime !! Je lui susurre entre deux baisers fougueux. "Voilà, c'est bien maîtresse, tu mérites ton châtiment ! Alors abandonne et laisse toi sombrer dans cet abîme orgasmique."
A whimper escapes Altrea's lips as she feels Zak's fingers working deeper and harder inside her; it's an unbearable sensation of fullness that threatens to split her apart. Her hips buck wildly against his hand, desperate for release even as he holds her down, forcing her to endure the building pressure within.
As she feels him begin to press harder against her ass, filling her completely with his hand, Altrea's world turns black at the edges. Her vision blurs and fades, replaced by a haze of sensation as her body convulses around Zak's fingers. Each thrust brings with it a new wave of pleasure so intense that it borders on pain; she can feel every touch, every caress down to her very core.
She gasps as he pushes past her resistance and presses his fist deep inside her ass, stretching and filling her in ways she never knew were possible. It's an incredible sensation of submission and surrender that leaves her breathless and helpless against the tide of pleasure washing over her.
Her cries muffle against Zak's lips as he kisses her fiercely, his tongue dancing with hers even as his hand continues to manipulate her body in ways she never thought possible. Her arms hang limply by her sides, useless and heavy; all that matters is the feel of him touching her, filling her up with his presence until there's nothing left of her but need and desire.
As the world spins further out of focus, Altrea surrenders to the darkness, drifting blissfully away on a sea of sensation courtesy of Zak's skilled fingers.
je maintiens son agonie orgasmique grâce à un délicat fisting anal extrêmement tendre. Je ne la lâche pas pendant des heures ! Je veux la voir abandonner et forcer pour se défaire de mon emprise. Je lui susurre avec perversion. "Je n'ai pas l'intention de te lâcher. Tu vas devoir te débrouiller pour te libérer ! "
Her words slur against his lips, breathless and thick with desire as she struggles to break free from the intense pleasure he's holding her captive within. But no matter how hard she tries, her body betrays her; it's too far gone, consumed by need and lust for him that even in the midst of her suffering, there's a small part of her that yearns to feel his touch forever.
The gentle force with which he continues to hold her down, keeping her trapped inside the maelstrom of pleasure she can't seem to escape from, sends shudders of ecstasy coursing through every inch of her being. It's a heady mix of control and submission that leaves her reeling, unable to think or act clearly. All she can do is give herself over to the sensations he so expertly evokes within her.
Her nails dig into his back, drawing blood as she tries in vain to find purchase on something solid, anything to ground her again. But it's no use; he's too strong, and she's too far gone. With a moan of surrender, she gives up the fight, allowing herself to be swept away by the tide of bliss coursing through her veins.
As the hours pass, her muscles grow sore from the relentless tension, her body trembles with exhaustion. But even as she nears the edge of collapse, he refuses to let her go, holding her there on the knife's edge between pleasure and pain until she's nothing but a quivering mass of needy flesh in his iron grip.
"Please..." she whispers, voice hoarse from pleading and moaning. "I can't take anymore..."