Foggy's Fans: A Narrative Fiction

She felt the strength in his arms as he lifted her as if she weighed nothing. His hands gripping her back side as if he wanted to commit every last curve to memory. But it was the kiss that send her mind spinning. She moaned and met his passion with her own, her teeth catching his bottom lip and tugging as her body pressed firmly against his.

He realized that it really wasn't either of their faults, but the seasons, yet the side of him that always comforted Amaimon made him long to calm the younger. It just came naturally to him. "Shh...I just need a minute..." He murmured, giving a small smile. Thankfully Amaimon gave him just that, staying still long enough for him to become comfortable, unfortunately his back still stung terribly. It was because of this that he had moved, muttering a soft apology, though in all honesty he was not sure if it was heard. He kept his gaze low, a bit embarrassed, this was their first time after and it was all very thrilling, making his shiver with anticipation. Carefully he turned over offering himself fully, an act of pure submission as he spread his legs in a welcoming manner. He sighed softly at the cool air on his cuts and despite wanting to keep them therehe decided to heal himself a bit. Not fully though, just enough to help a few of the nastier ones close up, most of them still red and open. Amaimon could make more, he wanted him to make more. He gasped as cool hand ran over his hips and back, making him tremble with want, a low whine rising in his throat. It was the cruelest kind of teasing, his roaming hands touching him everywhere, his fingers even ghosting over his back side, setting on the soft flesh as he toyed with his tail. He groaned loudly "oh god, Amaimon please..." He begged shamelessly. He wanted so much more of this, not just his brother inside him, but touching him, both softly and roughly. He wanted his hands to scratch him, caresses him, kiss him. He shivered as his mind wandered further, further than he'd really thought before, dragging his mind to lustful thoughts of being taken roughly, claimed, marked, a sharp, quick hand landing roughly on the soft skin currently under his mate's hands, slapping him there while pounding into him. Just the thought made him

Oh, how you loved the feeling of Bucky holding you to him. Chest to chest, his left hand was on the small of your back, securely locking you to him at the hips. Nose to nose, you swayed to the gentle tempo. Bucky's eyes were closed, enjoying your presence. His breathing was steady and he shifted his weight, dipping you. You tilted your head back and you could feel Bucky's breath on your collarbone. He lingered there his face close to your neck, staring at the exposed skin. He slowly leaned dawn and brought a soft kiss to your chest. Then Bucky ever-so-slowly started the pull you up from the dip, planting light kisses up your chest, then neck, then finally, your lips.

Eventually, he planted a final kiss on each and moved his ministrations lower. Both of Brett's hands moved to her waist, and he grinned up. "Think I make you scream, Elena, or should I stop? Maybe just fuck you, right now, or should how I find out how you taste? Afer he asked, he pressed his lips to her stomach, and glided his palms under her body. Brett's nails lightly raked her back, and the tight globes of her ass as he continued, planting kisses and nibbles on her stomach, and sucked the cold cube back between his lips, smiling up at

As they moved to the slow erotic sounds of the music, he felt his ardor start to rise. As he held her tight he knew she could feel the press of his cock against her body. He was aware her body craved what he would gladly offer and she would soon be his. His Selkie senses could detect her sweet arousal.

She sank to her knees and crawled underneath the table. The frustration was building but she pushed it down and ignored it. Her life was a lot better and more enjoyable if she just ignored it. Stef started with her father, crawling to him and unbuttoning his slacks. She took his cock out and gave the head a small kitten lick. The father smiled and placed a hand on her head, encouraging her to do more. She grumbled quietly to herself before wrapping her lips around him, taking in as much of him as she could. Her mouth stretched and her jaw ached a little as she began to bob her head. Her father’s hand tangled itself

Her body smashing against his, and their skin slapping together, as she slammed her hips down tome and time again, Richard couldn't hold on for long. Eyes still locked on Lexi's face, he saw her mouth open in a silent scream, and simultaneious he reached his release. Nails digging into her skin, he reached up, and tangled his fingers in her hair and placed his other hand on the small of her back. Crying out as his body thrashed and writhed, he shot his load inside her, and pullled Lexi's body down so that her breasts mashed against his chest, and kissed her as her pussy milked the remaining seed for his cock.

"I love you, Scott," She whispered back to him. Scott's lips captured hers again, their lips met in a soft, then hard, frisky kiss with her arms around his neck. His lips moving from her mouth to her neck. They sighed deeply, her breath started to pace faster as he caressed her. She could feel his hands stroking her back, down, and around her thighs. Scott groaned as she moves her body closer to him. With a quick movement Scott pushed her down the bed-

So engrossed was he in the music and whispered conversation that, unusually, for Kyle he missed the way her eyes scanned his lips, and the subsequent kissed surprised him. The first he knew was when he felt her soft, warm lips pressed against his, and his eyes widened in surprise. For a moment, he just allowed it, without responding, then, he returned in kind. A soft, unurgent melding of their lips against each others, before she pulled away, and he laughed. Not a mocking laugh, but one of encouragement, and understanding. "See, I told you, you

With that he pulled her close for their first kiss, a kiss he made sure would scorch her soul. With his Selkie’s heighten senses he was able to hear her heart race from the pleasure of their kiss. Even as jaded as he was he felt a quickening of his own heartbeat. . After such a kiss he had to have more.

But soon found he had no intention of leaving her wanting. The moment he pushed into her body she moaned loudly, her head leaned back and her hands gripped at his shoulders. "Ahh....god yesah," Dizzy tugged her body up and wrapped her other leg up and around Fallen's waist. She trusted he could support her weight, and gave into the way he felt buried deep within her aching body. "Fuck, I love that." she smiled as her eyes finally opened and met Fallen's once

His eyes moved from her butt to her face, and as his fingers slid in and out of her cunt, he watched every emotion, and tear that slid down her cheek, and buried his digits deeper. 'Fucking slut', he groaned as the situation, and the sensation of her warm wet mouth increased his arousal and he began to buck, his meat producing wet sounds, as it slid in and out faster and faster, and the digits slamming into her cunt beginning to moisten from her

As she continued, he tightened his grip on her hair, and met her sucks and licks with slow pumps of his hips, caught between watching his shaft slip in and out of her mouth, and wanting to see he eyes as she worked his cock. Unable to form words, all Brett could do was pant, groan and moan. When he felt the tip hit the back of her throat, he bit his lip and unconsciously tugged harder at her hair, when it caused his entire body to arch, and a growl of pure pleasure to escape his lips. So loud it echoed off the walls of the living room. Damn, she was fucking good.Brett was almost relieved when she pulled him

She shivered in his embrace, one hand coming up to cup his neck as she allowed her lips to roam his heated skin. Her other hand ran along one of the arms wrapped around her lythe frame. As if the sensuality of touch had become to much to resist. Despite the fact that she was just beginning to truly understand that.

Josh could see the worried lines of Tyler’s face now, straining around his eyes, and bunching his forehead. He softly brushed his thumbs against Tyler’s brow, urging him to relax his face. Tyler closed his eyes as Josh slid his fingertips through the sides of his short hair. He felt Josh lean in and softly kiss his right cheekbone, then the left. He moved to the tip of Tyler’s nose, then the middle of his forehead. As gentle as a butterfly landing on his eyelashes, he felt Josh finally kiss each of his eyelids. It felt as if he was being blessed. Josh leaned back, leaving his hands to frame Tyler’s