Hello loves! While I haven't been writing, I have been working on updating some issues that have been hanging around on the layout! The Character change box is now at the bottom of the page, beside the up/down arrows! Green and Gold dragon flight dates have been shifted to the bottom of the page, where the (useless!) discord widget was located. Where the dragon flights were in the header, is now replaced by a Monthly Event box! This will be updated at the start of each month, with a fun mini-event you can take part in, if you want to! Thistle!
05.Jan.21, 11:46 AM
Teeth and tongue and lips feasted at her center, tongue sliding to dip between the lips rough fingers spread and Pendalier groaned against her. He thrust his tongue as deep inside her as he could, unoccupied hand flicking his fingers over the hard bundle of nerves. He didn't know whether he was too rough or too gentle, the only thing Pendalier knew was the arching of her hips, the wetness against his mouth, and her gasps. His own moans drove him forward, licking and sucking before thrusting a finger inside her followed by two more. Hand pumped against her as his tongue flicked against her clit, the feeling of her lust and desire building against his hand brought a feral possessiveness to his chest.
Esille was his and would always be his. She would regret it if he ever caught her with another without his permission and without him.
He was pleased that she listened to him, unsure whether the punishment he would have meted out if she had would have been pleasure-pain or simply pain and Pendalier was not ready to give Esille just pain. Perhaps that would come later. She was close, too close for Pendalier's state of mind and he wasn't ready for her to climax yet. Standing, Pendalier dragged her from the desk, setting her on her feet before flipping her around. "Grab the edge again," he demanded, "Don't let go, don't try to touch me or yourself." He bent her over, arm wrapped around her waist to tug her backward until her ass was exposed to him. Rough fingers dug into the flesh of her ass as he spread the cheeks slightly.
Kicking her feet slightly more apart, Pendalier thrust forward until he was seated balls deep inside her. His groan was guttural at the tight sensation and he slipped a slick finger between her cheeks to caress lightly at her rear entrance. His hips pumped as he slid his cock in and out of her core, the motion slow and controlled as his finger continued to play at her back passage.
Esille was his and would always be his. She would regret it if he ever caught her with another without his permission and without him.
He was pleased that she listened to him, unsure whether the punishment he would have meted out if she had would have been pleasure-pain or simply pain and Pendalier was not ready to give Esille just pain. Perhaps that would come later. She was close, too close for Pendalier's state of mind and he wasn't ready for her to climax yet. Standing, Pendalier dragged her from the desk, setting her on her feet before flipping her around. "Grab the edge again," he demanded, "Don't let go, don't try to touch me or yourself." He bent her over, arm wrapped around her waist to tug her backward until her ass was exposed to him. Rough fingers dug into the flesh of her ass as he spread the cheeks slightly.
Kicking her feet slightly more apart, Pendalier thrust forward until he was seated balls deep inside her. His groan was guttural at the tight sensation and he slipped a slick finger between her cheeks to caress lightly at her rear entrance. His hips pumped as he slid his cock in and out of her core, the motion slow and controlled as his finger continued to play at her back passage.
