Champions of Arlo There’s a lot to love about the little town of Arlo. So much like Birfeld. Veldas stands beside Martun at the edge of town. “Birfeld? Is that your home, Martun?” Martun shakes his head. “Birfeld was half a day away. I wouldn’t call it home. But it was the town we went to. That shop there? In Birfeld, it was twice as big, but the rest was out in the open, under a tent, a market for farmers to trade, buy, or sell. The owner, Merdan, kids teased him by calling him Murder. I would join them when I went there. He’d glare and growl, and we’d growl back. He was better at it. When no grownups were watching we’d get a free piece of a sweet he called his maple cruncher. “When Giovan and I passed through here, it was late at night. We met an old woman still up. Rella. She pointed us to you. It’s looked far different then.” Veldas looks at Martun’s eyes, far away and sparkling. Rella shuffles over as quickly as her old legs will allow. “Veldas! You did it! You saved them!” Rella hugs Nira and Cal. When the townsfolk start to yell and cheer, Rella desperately silences the town, speaking in a quiet, urgent tone, “Let’s take them to Gen!” Rella leads, arm hooked around Veldas’ elbow. Nira and Cal follow, while Martun and Giovan walk among the others behind that. Veldas sees the children chasing each other among an obstacle course. She gasps, realizing that it’s a playground for the children, not a course for soldiers. Gen’s face turns in her direction. “Veldas!” “Gen!” She holds out her arms for the little girl, who promptly leaps the last meter into her arms. “Did you do it? Did you get them? Are they…” Veldas smiles at the sudden silence, and the way Gen goes limp in her arms. She sets Gen down gent... ... middle of paper ... ...rtun’s breath catches. Thoughts freeze in place as a wave of lust washes over them. The lights suck into their bodies. “Kana!” “Kusa!” The wave of feeling crashes into her groin. He releases into her with a yell. A moment later, Veldas cries out. And keeps crying out. Her chin digs into his shoulder. Her hands claw at his back. Martun’s own arms lose strength, dropping them both to the floor. His own yell becomes a moan as his body continues to send himself into her. Spent, Martun rolls off Veldas onto his back. They both sit there, gasping, then taking deep breaths. “Martun!” Veldas curls up against him. Martun’s thoughts come into her mind. What should he do? By the Maker, she is so beautiful. His hand runs through her hair. She shivers, curling even tighter against him. He kisses her forehead. She purrs, one finger tracing circles across his chest.
However, as she dipped her hand into her panties, and displayed her digits, glistening with her arousal, his hips had bucked, and his cock throbbed painfully, entrapped in his trousers, as he groaned in need and lust. It was Lexi, who turned on him, and the intervening years had changed a thing. Eagerly he sucked her juices from her fingers, and tongue dripping with them, thrust it into her mouth, as his actions became more needy and urgent. Needing more of her, the folds of her pussy felt like silk against his palm, and her tight, dripping tunnel, like heaven when he thrust his fingers inside her; panting, and writhing as he slid them in and out, anticipating the feel of her tight, pulsing walls clamped around his engorged shaft as he sunk himself balls-deep inside her. "Oh fuck." Eyes narrowed and darkened with lust, he held her eyes, "I'm so fucking hard for you, baby," to watch her face when she responded to his
Her full heart-shaped lips with their natural light rose color beckon him to take and explore the depths of her luscious mouth. He brushed his lips against her all too tempting mouth. As a small sigh escaped her lips, his tongue slid inside to savor her sweet, spicy nectar. With a wanton nature, she nipped his playful probing tongue. This slip of a female was without guile, she made her needs be known to him without a word. With his Selkie, heighten senses, which enable him to hear her heart race from the pleasure of their kiss. Even as jaded as he was, he experienced a quickening of his own heartbeat. After such a kiss he had to have more, this made him question just who was the predator and who the prey in this
Then they come together with low, animal moans. He falls to his knees on the steps and pressed his face to her belly, curving a little with maternity. Her eyes goes blind with tenderness as she catches his head and raises him level with her. He snatches the screen door open and lifts her off her feet and bears her into the dark flat. (Williams 67)
“Deal. Now come on. Let’s go!” Beowulf says as he crouches, ready to take off.
You tossed your head back with your eyelids shut in anticipated bliss, lips parting as a needy whine came from your throat, buzzing with light pain. Stefano responded to your whine with a low growl, fumbling faster with his belt in an attempt to speed things up. You knew you wanted him because he’s always wanted you, and now, he could have you; (-- removed HTML --) all (-- removed HTML --) of
“Now I’m satisfied. We can go to bed," Silsa said smiling. And so they went to bed.
“No, sadly I didn’t go back home since I turned after a long time because they were all human and I didn’t want to hurt them,” she replied, as she got up.
With that, she pulled him close, pulling his lips to her’s. She tasted like jasmine and sea salt, like jungle rain and wild flowers. When he was kissing her, he felt the spark between the two of them. His body was on fire, except he like the way that it burned. With one of his hands on her waist, and the other in her hair, it seemed as if she was really there. It seemed as if she was alive again. In that moment, the world was weightless, and only consisted of the two of them. When they broke apart, their foreheads touched.
He was everything she desired, and more. It felt like she’d finally found someone to satisfy her needs, and that was saying something. “Then you will have to take care of me,” Her voice was tender, almost a soft, playful way of defying his words. As much as she enjoyed his control, she would need to get used to being able to completely accept it. After all, something like that needs more trust. A soft, cry of pleasure ebbed from within her as she felt the warmth of his finger slide into her. Almost immediately, her hips began to rise up toward him, her body clearly approving of his actions. The feeling of his fingers against her back put the woman at ease, enjoying every moment of his
Golden lights cast long shadows across her face and on her smile, sweet like cinnamon. Her fingers encased in his grip and her eyes fawning over him.
She then told him to lay down on the floor and he obeyed. Coldness touched his flesh and her felt her fingers on him. She was warding him again, but this time the wards felt different. His muscles throbbed with energy until they threatened to burst. He cried out, but she continued, heedless to his body’s involuntary
As soon as that thought came through her head Castiel leaned forward and kissed her, lightly this time. It was lacking the heat and passion of the one in the closet, it was soft and hesitant. Somehow, that set her body more on fire than the other one had. Every part of her body started to tingle, even though Castiel was treating her as if she would break at any moment. So careful, so sweet, so delicate. It took her breath away.
Rin just looked at him. She knew he had a point they would die if they just ran around. “ OK, Sky what do you want to do. Cause frankly I don't know where we are.”
It was wonderfully intoxicating and before he knew it he was kissing the earth King ravenously again, his tongue slipping back into his mouth. It was as if he was making up for lost time, he couldn't get enough and he couldn't bare to separate them. Not when his brother pressed so blissfully close to him, when his arms wrapped around him warmly, when their breathing mingled and all that seemed to matter was this and nothing else. Mephisto needed this, this connection, one that wasn't painful, but perfect for the both of them. He groaned softly as he fell back, Amaimon positioned in his lap. He wanted to be closer, so much closer and the hand in his hair pulled him forward, holding him there. It didn't feel close enough, the hand at his back lowered and Amaimon groaned into his mouth shifting in his lap. Mephisto moaned as his hips life's subconsciously to grind their fronts together sensually. A shiver creeped up his spine before his actions sunk in, as well as memories of the night before. He pulled away from the kiss suddenly, face horridly flushed, his hands pulling away on a hurried fluster "W-we should stop...we should stop b-before I do something, before this goes too far," he looked away, his hands lowering to his lap and curling into fists "I don't want to hurt you, if this keeps going I'll...t-take you