TheQueenofCups
Really Experienced
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- Dec 4, 2016
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In her mind, she is teetering on the edge of a long board held out over a chasm. As he holds her against him, tasting and touching her at once, her muscles tense, nearly lock, until she feels the first hot blast of seed splashing inside her. Then, the board neither breaks nor does she fall: she rises. Held in the air for the slightest of moments, then a drop and she explodes into light.
She opens her eyes to feel his lips on hers. To hear him speak so quietly into her ear she wonders if he can simply transmit his thoughts to her. She pats his jaw in mutual appreciation, still too overwhelmed and a bit too sensitive to speak. Cerid breathes deeply and gingerly dislodges his cock, which even soft, takes up a fair amount of room. She rises back to her feet, one on either side of him. A fat bubble of seed and her lubricant drips back down onto him, more follows less quickly down her thighs. He can see he's left her rather red and tender, but she makes no show of it, walking towards her leathers. She shivers as the sweat meets the cold air.
“I'll need a bit more of that water, to clean myself up before we move. Made a bit of a mess.” She smiles when she says this, pulling the undershirt back over her breasts. “I'll just have to make sure to give myself a bit more time before...well, we had better take a break, if I'm to be fit to walk.” She contemplates, then continues. “If we go westerly towards Asendii, there's a bit of a secret pool, tradesmen used to use it before the war changed the roads to what they are now...well, we'll have to see if we can find it. Maybe eight hours out. Maybe ten if we don't make good time. It will make a good spot to camp. Hunt. We could make plans from there if my memory still serves us."
She realizes she's chattering.
She opens her eyes to feel his lips on hers. To hear him speak so quietly into her ear she wonders if he can simply transmit his thoughts to her. She pats his jaw in mutual appreciation, still too overwhelmed and a bit too sensitive to speak. Cerid breathes deeply and gingerly dislodges his cock, which even soft, takes up a fair amount of room. She rises back to her feet, one on either side of him. A fat bubble of seed and her lubricant drips back down onto him, more follows less quickly down her thighs. He can see he's left her rather red and tender, but she makes no show of it, walking towards her leathers. She shivers as the sweat meets the cold air.
“I'll need a bit more of that water, to clean myself up before we move. Made a bit of a mess.” She smiles when she says this, pulling the undershirt back over her breasts. “I'll just have to make sure to give myself a bit more time before...well, we had better take a break, if I'm to be fit to walk.” She contemplates, then continues. “If we go westerly towards Asendii, there's a bit of a secret pool, tradesmen used to use it before the war changed the roads to what they are now...well, we'll have to see if we can find it. Maybe eight hours out. Maybe ten if we don't make good time. It will make a good spot to camp. Hunt. We could make plans from there if my memory still serves us."
She realizes she's chattering.