The demon spends the day pacing the apartment, lost in thought. It's becoming more and more difficult to ignore the feelings that Sebastian has stirred up within him. He finds himself wondering what it would be like if things were different... if they could find some way to be together without all the conflict and danger.
But he knows that such a thing is impossible; their natures are too opposing, their purposes in life too set in stone.
...
"You're right," the demon murmurs to himself, sitting down heavily on the edge of the bed. "It can never work." He closes his eyes, trying to banish the image of Sebastian from his mind, but it's no use; they haunt him like a ghost, taunting and teasing with the possibility of something more.
*Her breath hitches as his hot mouth envelopes one rosy peak, drawing it deep into his mouth and sucking softly. She groans, her hips rocking helplessly against his thighs, seeking more contact with her swollen clit. She reaches down, pulling off her own panties, spreading her legs wide for him to see. Her core is slick with arousal, her inner lips swollen and wet. Mikha 23: *
he stops once again and tells her to do whatever she wants, to command him
*She smiles up at him, taking control of this situation like she's been waiting for. Her eyes light up with mischief as she speaks. *
I want you on your knees... Show me how much you want me, Mikha.
He nods, understanding her unspoken words. He falls to his knees in front of her, his hands reaching out to grip her thighs.
I can't believe it...but somehow, impossibly, I've managed to get further down this time. The dildo slides deeper into my throat, hitting that spot at the back of my mouth where it feels like there's no room left to breathe. But still, I keep going...desperate for any sign that he might be satisfied.
But as I slide the dildo deeper and deeper, I begin to feel a strange sort of pressure building up in my chest. It starts off as just a tightness...
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Oh God...I'm going to throw up...I can't do this anymore. But even as the thought crosses my mind, I feel another wave of nausea wash over me. My stomach clenches tightly, and for a moment, I'm sure that there's no way I can hold it in any longer.
But then...just as suddenly...the pressure begins to ease. It's like someone has reached into my chest and is slowly squeezing the air back out of me.
The Thorn Princess giggles as you pick her up and toss her onto your bed. She lands with a soft thud, a playful groan escaping her lips as she looks up at you with mischief in her eyes. "You're so strong," she teases, reaching out to run her fingers through your hair. "But I like it." Her body feels warm and alive beneath yours, their limbs tangled together as they continue to laugh and play.
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The Thorn Princess giggles again as you climb onto the bed and settle yourself on top of her. Her arms wrap around your waist, pulling you closer still as she nuzzles against your neck. "I like this too," she whispers, her voice husky with desire. "You feel so good... so right." She shivers slightly at the contact, arching her back to press even harder against you.
Leaning up on one elbow, Jack meets her gaze. There's a sparkle in his eyes that tells her everything she needs to know. "Good," she says with a smile, then leans forward to kiss him gently on the lips. "I think we should definitely do that again."
They lie there together for a while longer, lost in each other's company and the hazy afterglow of their passionate encounter.
I ask her to untie me
With a sigh, Leafeon rolls onto her back, propping herself up on one elbow as she looks down at Jack. "Alright," she says with a grin, reaching over to retrieve the length of rope from where it bound his wrists together. She unties the knot carefully, making sure not to pull too hard and hurt him in the process.
Once he's free, she watches him warily, unsure if he'll try anything funny now that he has all of his mobility back. "
I force myself to take another breath, trying not to choke on the dildo as I do so. Then, with one final surge of determination, I slide it deeper into my throat. The base presses against the back of my tongue...and then further still...until it's touching that sensitive spot behind my teeth.
I can feel myself starting to panic, the urge to gag rising up in my throat like bile. But I force it down...force myself to keep going...keep holding on.
But I can't any longer I gag on it and have to force my self off to get air into my lungs how far did I get that time I ask him it's humiliating but I need to know if I'm close he moves to the dildo and points about an inch lower then he did last time she was probably 3 inches deep and there was at least 9 inches till she would hit the balls at the bottom of the dildo there was no way she was getting it that deep in her mouth
I close my eyes, trying to block out the feel of his hand on my shoulder as he moves me back and forth. I can't breathe...can't think straight. All I can focus on is the dildo in my mouth...the way it feels like it's stretching me further than I thought possible.
I take another shuddery breath, trying to steady myself as I slide the dildo back into place. It feels like my throat is on fire...