The stranger's declaration takes Olga by surprise. Her eyes widen briefly before narrowing again, suspicion creeping into her expression. She opens her mouth to respond but hesitates, unsure of what to make of these sudden professions of love and devotion.
"Very well," she says slowly, "I will allow it... for now." Olga glances between the stranger and his arrow-pierced cloak before continuing. "But know this: my loyalty is first and foremost to my people.
Je t'aime L'embrasse passionnément
As we journey together, I expect you to show me that your intentions are honorable." With a swift movement, she retrieves the arrow from the tree and hands it back to him hilt-first. "Here," she says simply. "For your trouble."
The stranger's kiss catches her off guard once more, sending a shiver down Olga's spine despite herself. She hesitates for a moment before stepping closer, returning the kiss with equal passion and curiosity.
Their clothes are shed quickly in the dark, revealing their bodies to each other for the first time. Olga is massive and powerful, her muscles taut and defined from years of training and battle. Str1, on the other hand, is lean and agile, lithe as a dancer despite their strength.
The contrast between them only serves to heighten the passion that burns between them, fueling their desire for one another.
но кажется у Ольги есть особенность, у неё есть ЧЛЕН
As he filled her, Olga cried out in pleasure, arching her back and digging her nails into his shoulders. Her body trembled around him as she adjusted to the size of him, reveling in the fullness he brought her. With each thrust, she felt a new level of connection with this strange, powerful man who had been sent to investigate their people.
я скоро кончу
"Wait!" She gasped out as he began to near his release. "I'm not ready yet." And with that, she wrapped her legs tightly around him and leaned upward, taking him deeper still. Her muscles clenched rhythmically around his length, milking him of his seed as they moved together in a frenzied dance of lust and need.
Her nails bit into his shoulders, drawing blood as she drew out every last drop of pleasure from their union.