Nyame's Short Story

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

Legs still trembling from the force of his orgasm when he landed on top of her, the sensation of Elena's tongue slipping into his mouth and the feel of her warm skin against his elicited another pleasured gasp from Brett. Despite their encounters, and respective climaxes the previous night and this evening, there was a different sensuality that brought a tingle to his spine about laying there on top of her, skin to skin. He'd kicked his boxers completely off, and with his satiated cock pressed into the warm flesh of her thigh and their abdomens melded together as he gently prised her legs apart, he parted his lips to express something of his feelings to Elena. However, before he could speak, her comment pulled him back down to Earth.

Look stop trying. Talk me out or this bounty.” I give two shits what they use you for. I ain’t got caps and I need them. So unless ya payin more I don’t want to hear it.” Nyame shoved the large bulky male in to the shabby, makeshift bar. The man was taller than her, so she cautiously kept the warned out double barrel deep into his spine. Although it had proven useless when it came to this bounty. The man clearly knew he was wanted alive; so he tested her strength every damn chance he got. The first time he tried was when she attempted to arrest him on the outskirts of another town.

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 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.

Paul hushed him with a gentle kiss, never tiring of the sensation. He rid himself of his own pants, now as revealed as the other. Joseph took the fingers that were cupping his face into his mouth, rolling his tongue over each of the digits diligently. Paul let out a deep groan “My god Warren, one day I’m gonna have to put that mouth of yours to good use.” Joseph smirked around his fingers, running his tongue along the side of his middle finger. The fingers were pulled away and his mouth was busied with kissing along Paul’s neck. Paul pushed his legs out wider “You still wanna keep going?” He asked softly, because if they were going to do this, they both had to want it. Joseph nodded quickly “Oh god yes. You have no idea” And with that, Paul slid a finger in slowly, making sure to make it more pleasurable than painful. When Joseph was comfortable he added another finger, stretching him out slowly. Joseph arched his back, moaning at the unfamiliar sensation and trying to adjust to the odd feeling. Paul stroked the smaller man’s cock gently as he spread his fingers, Joseph rocking into his touch, so lost in the feeling, he almost didn’t notice the third finger slide in next to the others. Once he was open enough, Paul slicked himself up and pushed in slowly, rolling his hips. Warren clung to him, eyes clenched shut in pain and

He complied, moving his hands up to her shoulders, gripping them, he rammed in and out of her harder than he ever had, but worried he might hurt her. Yet as he felt her orgasm grip him and Joan screamed out his name as she’d never done before, he figured it couldn’t be so bad. With a few more deep thrusts, he found his own release.

Lust drummed through our systems. Kylar’s body hovered over mine as his lips set on mine, hungrily demanding with such a fierce passion as I withered under him, his knees had been placed either side of me caging me under him, his lips left mine to close on the skin of my neck. My head rolled back on its own accord as a loud moan left my lips, hands travelling down his chest before wrapping around his neck loosely, nails lightly pressing into his skin as I tried to resist squirming due to his attention.

Though she, barely uttered the word out before his mouth latched on her nipple. If her breath was hardly labored before it was nothing to now. He ran his flat coarse tongue across her erect nipple making her fingers curl. Jongin responded by capturing her rigid nipple in his teeth and grazing downward. She believed it would hurt, but instead the pain amplified a raging lust.

My eyes and body trembled as his grip on me tightened. “N-no…” I squeaked. Master’s eyes glared at me and his other hand was held out to the side of my thigh as if he were about to smack my leg. “I-I mean I don’t want to be punished! I-I do want to s-sleep w-with Master! Don’t hit me, please! Please, M-Master! I’m sorry!” I yelped as I lowered my waist to the floor, away from his hand as I tried to wiggle and jerk myself out of his tight grip.

He starts to unzip her dress but she refuses. He holds her hands tightly and whispers in her ear making her know that he wants it and he’s not going to stop until he gets it. She’s known him for 1 year but at this moment it feels like 1 hr. She doesn’t want to hurt him because she loves him. She feels obligated to give him what he desires; ignoring that promise she made to herself years before. He pulls down her panties and this time she cannot resist. He’s too strong, he’s too big and he won’t stop for nothing.

Ny'ati, known as Da'nyis on (name of planet), thought but a single word, “Ra'heoidi” for thought was all that could exist within the void, there was the feeling of shifting around her as this thought took form and the void did fall away, she who was naught but thought herself soon found her form within the newly created heavens, and unto her the Letna'l the holy ones, did slowly come forth beings given birth by her thoughts, and with her they lived long before aught else was made. And she spoke to them, propounding unto to them the seeds of stories, when she began to weave they would come and share with her those stories that had sprouted, and she was glad.. But for a long while they told their tales only each alone, or but few together, while the rest did hearkened, for each comprehended only that part of the mind of Da'nyis from which he came, and in the understanding of their brethren they grew slowly. Yet as they listened their own stories took on new life as they came to a deeper understanding of their brethren.

Beginning to pull away when Sera did not immediate react to his threat, granted it was a weak one even to his standards. Yasu stop when he felt Sera fingers in his hair and being yank back down to the bed. Allowing himself to be shifted underneath the wrym body as she deliver his own threat. Heated and sensual,

The push she needed was the sensation of his fingers flicking her clit or even his mouth latched onto her neck, purple and black bruises left behind as metals of honor to all those who dare stare. "M-more Jack, more! Pour yourself into me, Sir, take your vengeance on me, let me feel your

“Oh no, oh no…” she said as she started to harden. A chill went down her spine, as she now stood there, naked, in physical pain, covered in muscle balm, and completely erect. “Now’s not a good time,” she whispered to her own body.