SinisterSpiders
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Tyrande Whisperwind
Tyrande was stuck in a torrent of lust as she teased her husband to the best of her ability. It was nearly painful for her to hold back so, but it increased her desperation in a way that made here eyes squeeze shut tightly with the effort.
It was when her eyes were shut that Tyrande felt the strange sensation of something wrapping around her wrists. Her eyes snapped open and she looked up to see some vines capturing her in their grasp. A moment later another two vines secured her ankles. She was the aggressor in this, she was the one who had the power, but now she was just as much a prisoner as Malfurion was.
Tyrande tried to pull free of the vines but failed, she looked down at her husband with a mixture of surprise and lust in her eyes as two more vines started to squeeze and massage her breasts. Another slithered down over her waist, over her slick mound, and flicked her clit, making her cry out in pleasure. When she had thought that there was nothing more left to do a final vine swirled around her entrance, brushing between her and Malfurion, and then backtracked to press against her rear entrance.
"Malfurion!" The whispered word floated through the night as she sunk down around her husband in one swift moment. She threw her head back and moaned in pleasure as every part of her was pleased and teased.
Tyrande raised her face and pressed her lips against Malfurion as she raised her hips and then slammed herself down again, filling her core with him. It felt so good to have him sheathed within her as he used his power over nature to tease her in ways that he could never do on his own. She deepened her kiss as she continued to rise slowly and then fall back down quickly. The pace was a taunting one; the way she gradually lost the fullness of his manhood made her want to cry out in agony, and the rapid refilling barely gave her time to readjust to his size.
Tyrande tried to wiggle her hands free of the vines as she was overcome with the desperate need to run her fingers over the chiseled muscles of his chest.
"I need to touch you." She moaned, not caring that he now held the power.
Tyrande was stuck in a torrent of lust as she teased her husband to the best of her ability. It was nearly painful for her to hold back so, but it increased her desperation in a way that made here eyes squeeze shut tightly with the effort.
It was when her eyes were shut that Tyrande felt the strange sensation of something wrapping around her wrists. Her eyes snapped open and she looked up to see some vines capturing her in their grasp. A moment later another two vines secured her ankles. She was the aggressor in this, she was the one who had the power, but now she was just as much a prisoner as Malfurion was.
Tyrande tried to pull free of the vines but failed, she looked down at her husband with a mixture of surprise and lust in her eyes as two more vines started to squeeze and massage her breasts. Another slithered down over her waist, over her slick mound, and flicked her clit, making her cry out in pleasure. When she had thought that there was nothing more left to do a final vine swirled around her entrance, brushing between her and Malfurion, and then backtracked to press against her rear entrance.
"Malfurion!" The whispered word floated through the night as she sunk down around her husband in one swift moment. She threw her head back and moaned in pleasure as every part of her was pleased and teased.
Tyrande raised her face and pressed her lips against Malfurion as she raised her hips and then slammed herself down again, filling her core with him. It felt so good to have him sheathed within her as he used his power over nature to tease her in ways that he could never do on his own. She deepened her kiss as she continued to rise slowly and then fall back down quickly. The pace was a taunting one; the way she gradually lost the fullness of his manhood made her want to cry out in agony, and the rapid refilling barely gave her time to readjust to his size.
Tyrande tried to wiggle her hands free of the vines as she was overcome with the desperate need to run her fingers over the chiseled muscles of his chest.
"I need to touch you." She moaned, not caring that he now held the power.
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