Amazon village (Open)

[flithymind]

Chamberlain railed... this hadn't quite gone as he had hoped, as his cock had ached for.

The two women had taunted him, mocking his bound state, unable to defend himself. They seemed to love the way his cock reacted, taking it in turns to butt him in the ribs with the end of their weapons, making his hips buck as he winced and sucked in air. Then they slapped at his flailing cock, stinging it - but keeping it hard as the blood rushed towards it - causing more mocking at how he must like the pain.

He grit his teeth, knowing that outnumbered and unarmed it would be far from wise to fight back - he had to bide his time. He growled as another blow struck him in the back - and they stopped.

Wow - he must have been more scary than he thought. And then he saw the real reason. A warrior had arrived - that was all she could be. The two girls fell silent, and stood back from him. She was awe inspiring. Tall, even taller than he - rippling with muscle, but still svelt, lithe like and she walked with a gliding stride, barely, it seemed, touching the dusty floor.

And she was utterly, utterly naked. She was gorgeous.

Chamberlain stopped, taking the time to catch his breath.

She strode towards him, picking up a pail of water and rags - and began to dab at his wounds and welts. This Amazonian mix of pain and relief was dizzying - perhaps they just wanted to keep him alive for more beatings?

The water was cold and made him flinch.

She barked out a question about food - he wasn't sure whom she was addressing. Food? It couldn't possibly be him. Or maybe it was? Was she going to eat him? He shivvered.

 

[intriguess]

She noticed his cock was slick but incredibly hard. Kalia wasn't sure if the breeder or the other had ridden him rough or he was oozing, or something else. They disappeared not wanting to face her wrath. Kalia had pleased many and in doing so had attained a high position, plus her skills in dealing with difficult pregnancies had given her a rank and prestige.

He hadn't answered her and she wondered if either he could not speak, some Amazons tended to strangle their men to point of harming their speech. She took a clean cloth and dipped it in a pitcher of cool water and placed it on his lips.

He was untied, but she doubted he could go anywhere in his current condition, as soon as he started sucking the rag, she knew he was thirsty. She noticed his hair looked as if it had been pulled out in a few spots and she smoothed it back.

Her tits were aching and she became aware of how the earlier suckling had started her going, and caring for him was further increasing the feeling of fullness in her breasts. She cradled his body against hers, placing his head against her breast and offering her dark hard rose colored nipple to his mouth.

 

[flithymind]

The warrior surveyed him - he felt assessed, guaged... weighed up like meat, which was how he had been treated by the other girls, who now hung back, seemingly afraid of this new woman. They shuffled backwards until they ran from the tent giggling.

She squatted beside him, still dabbing at his bruised ribs. Then, taking another cloth she lifted it to his lips. The water was like ice - and made him realise his mouth was like a desert. His lips we stiff with his own sweat and dehydration - he was unable to resist sucking on the cloth hard - the cool water cascading down his throat like sweet mercy. She watched him, her hard eyes softening - could this one truly be as gentle as her touch would suggest? He got the feeling she could snap his neck if the whim took her. No matter, the water was welcome and craved. He had a thirst that raged - seemingly made only worse by the cool water.

She dabbed at his hair, rearranging it on his head, with a soft, featherlike touch. He started to relax, his achingly muscles still throbbing from being bound for so long.

She was cradling him with one, strong arm. Chamberlain could not help but notice her breasts. They were phenomenal - but even moreso the nipples, each dark, dusky... glistening it seemed and growing harder.

As he relaxed into her grip, she cradled him towards them, offering a teat to him, like a suckling baby. Chamberlain was overcome with desire, a raging desire to suck that proferred breast. He pressed his lips to the fingers offering the nipple, fastening his mouth around it, sucking gently, then more insistently - almost stopping in surprise at the rush of warm, creamy fluid... but unable to stop himself. He wanted more. He sighed happily, his tongue moving to the leaking nipple tasting that cream, his sucking becoming more insistent, his teeth bumping her flesh as greed, hunger and lust took over.

 

[intriguess]

Her breasts were just large enough that she couldn't suck her own nipples, and most said the taste was intoxicating, and soothing, and so many other things that they just couldn't describe. It was soothing as the creamy substance was released in a burst, then depending on the strenght of the sucking at an easy pace. Eventually her other tit would start to leak but for now, it felt amazing. She continued to rub his cock with an icey cold cloth, which amazingly enough he maintained probably due to the torturous treatment he had recieved.

She slowly shifted her cold massage to his swollen balls, the were surprising large and full. She wondered how long it had been since he'd had a release as she looked down at him.

 

[flithymind]

Chamberlain groaned loudly against her breast as she applied a cool cloth to his swollen cock. It ached and felt like wonderful relief all at once. He was as stiff as a board in her grip, his member aching, enjoying her soft attentions in contrast to the abuse he had suffered earlier.

His groaning had made him stop sucking and, taking his mouth from her breast he saw that the nipple still leaked slightly. He applied his tongue to the creamy fluid, using his tongue to push it around her nipple, darting his tongue at the stiffening flesh - feeling every shudder from his tongue dive down his body to his cock, in her hand.

And then she moved her grip - cupping his aching testicles in her cool, cloth covered hand. Chamberlain flinched and shifted... oh how he ached for release. He had been at war so long, he could not remember the last time he had felt like this, been touched like this... his mind raced to wonder if this was just another form of torture... perhaps he could gain release before they took this wonderful woman away...

 

[intriguess]

Kalia

When his mouth pulled back she moaned in slight frustration, until his tongue lapped at her ozzing tit. She smiled softly and shifted his body easily and shifted him to her other breast. She cradled him easily and retrieved a healing balm. Kalia started at his chest, and worked her way down, getting every bruise and sore spot, on her way down, to soothe his aching cock. The slippery lotion warming on contact, feeling his cock throb in response.

She watched and waited, seeing that look in his eyes, she slowly raised his hand to her other breast, enjoying that needy look in his eyes. Kalia's fingers gently massaged the oily lotion into his balls, kneading them, her slippery fingers playing expertly at his tormented flesh.

"Suck, baby, suck," she whispered as she continued to play with his balls.

 

[flithymind]

He heard her moan and that made his cock twitch more than ever - she was enjoying his attentions. Oh, it had been so, so long...

She smiled tenderly at him, and shifted him around effortlessly in her strong arms, moving him to her other breast. Chamberlain noticed that one had started to leak fluid too and again, greedily applied his tongue - unable to resist sucking her breast again - greedy, hungry, wanting... more.

Her other hand took a small vessel of lotion, applying it to the cooled, bathed wounds, the lotion coming like thick oil, greasing his chest as she applied it - and working downwards. He felt his heart leap in hope... the words forming but dying on his lips... 'Please...'

And then she gripped him again - firm, yet gentle... smoothing the wonderfully warming lotion over his throbbing, aching length. Chamberlain felt himself swell further to her touch, his cock almost fit to burst. His eyes darted to hers, the pleading in them must be obvious - he could only hope she would take pity, or assist him - his whole body ached, but not from the wounds and beatings he had taken.

She watched, waiting, looking at him - her face a mask of tolerant patience. And then she raised his hand to her other breast, still oozing fluid, still slick with his saliva - and he groaned gratefully, cupping the weight of her breast, suckling eagerly at one breast, squeezing, pawing, kneading at the other with just as much hunger - his fingers moving to the nipple, pinching at it, more groans of pleasure escaping his lips as he watches more fluid squirt from her bountiful chest.

Her fingers continued their descent, finally cupping his heavy, aching balls, kneading them slowly - making shivers of pleasure dance their way up his spine, his whole body aching again.

"Suck, baby, suck," she whispered as she continued to play with his balls. And Chamberlain groan his assent, redoubling his greedy, needy efforts as his tongue wound it's way around her teat again, drawing the fluid, sucking harder, harder, more insistently... his other hand clawing at her other breast, squeezing it harder... and harder.

 

[intriguess]

Kalia

She picked him up easily and carried him to a soft padded elevated table. She rested him there and spread his legs wide. Her slippery hands applied her remaining lotion to his well toned thighs. Kalia guided his swollen cock to her hot pussy and the swollen tip sunk in with a slurping noise. She moved his legs to rest around her ample hips and lifted her tit back to his mouth as she fucked him. She went slowly, leisurely, not wanting to injure him, and feeling how his thick prick fit into her tight hungry snatch.

She continued massaging his skin, her touch soothing, and arousing, calming as she fucked him. Kalia eventually lowered her hand to play with his balls again, encouraging his release. She moved a little faster finding just the right stroke to rub against her now swollen clit.

Her clit was unusually large when swollen, nearly the size of her nipples, it got sucked more than her tits by her amazon sisters.

She bucked against him, her own pleasure mere moments away as she tried to maintain a steady pace of fucking his glorious cock.

 

[impish_pixie]

Alana

"I'm not trying to hurt you, I've tried to make sure I won't. Relax baby, and let me stretch you a bit more...."

All her senses heightened and all of her nerves on fire, the Princess could not relax. The innocent girl lacked the experience to master her own body. Although she wished to heed the Queen’s instruction, she was hit by intense physical sensations as Adolla slid the third finger inside her snug tunnel. Alana shook her head back and forth, disbelieving that the astonishing fullness of her stretching tunnel could also be the bringer of such aching pleasure. Alana clung to the Queen, as Adolla teased her clit with her thumb and cautiously moved her fingers within the slick tunnel, back and forth, faster and faster.

The princess could barely breathe, all she could hear was the sound of her heart rapidly pounding in her own ears, she only felt the thrill of the Queen’s touch. Her mouth made little sounds, noises not words that suggested her current state of confusion and desire. She could not help herself; instinctively she pushed her hips into the source of pleasure, and her body quivered and she held tighter against the Queen. The princess released a dismayed whimper as the muscles of her snug tunnel tightened around the Queen’s three fingers.

Alana wanted to scream, she could feel something building in her, like a tightly strung bow, ready to break as the Queen took the princess’s her nipple in her mouth. Something wild and fierce, something she would not be able to control, something she would have to release but did not know how but her body arched and tensed beneath the tempting touch of the queen. She responded to the queen in ways she could not have imagined, as her muscles tighten and pulse along those three slender fingers.

 

[flithymind]

She shifted again, lifting him as if he were merely a feather, carrying him to a soft, comfortable table, laying him on it gently. And then resumed massaging his entire body with that warming, yet cooling soothing lotion.

Chamberlain then wondered if he had in fact died at the hands of his other captors - surely this was Heaven?

And as if to remove any doubt, she then guided his aching cock inside her.

Her pussy was amazing. Hot, wet and oh-so exquisitely tight - her muscular form continued inside her, as he felt the contours of her inner walls ripple down his length. He groaned loudly from the chest - his whole body shuddering with pleasure. After her ministrations on his cock and balls earlier he was just about ready to explode inside her - he honestly feared the power of it might kill him - he was at such a heightened state of arrousal.

But then she applied those strong, cooling hands to his chest - smoothing down his body - wonderfully arrousing again, but somehow calming. With gentle pressure on his chest she controlled his breathing, steadying him - increasing his pleasure, but making his on-rushing orgasm subside slightly at the same time.

He looked up at her magnificent physique - her body totally encapsulating his from the groin upwards, her broad shoulders narrowing to an inward curve of her waist, then sharply out again into wide, ample hips. He groaned again - she was beautiful.

She cupped his head again, lifting it to her chest again - the welcome distraction of her marvellous chest almost totally focussing Chamberlain's concentration. Those dark, dusky, delicious nipples looming into view as she guided his head forward, gently, but powerfully - and he eagerly fastened on again, devouring her chest with renewed fervour, trying to stay the amazing sensations she was causing throughout his body.

She tipped her hips, grinding herself against him, her own breathing quickening slightly, the breast rising and falling in his mouth with her great lungfuls of air. The nipple bullet hard in his mouth.

And then it seemed she wanted his release - and she knew just how to get it.

Reaching around she playfully dragged her fingertips over his swollen, aching balls, increasing the pace of her rotating, grinding hips. Chamberlain felt her contract and then felt his own balls leap... it was coming.

He moaned wildly, with abandon into her wonderous chest, gasping for air, the suction of oxygen over her saliva coated nipple drawing cool air over the teat, making it stiffen and harden in a new way... he clutched her desperately, moaning still as his cock swelled, bucked and... exploded inside her.

His entire body shook, as wave after wave of pleasure slammed into him from the groin upwards - his cock bucking and spurting, wave after wave of sperm deep inside this amazing woman.

He hung on for dear life - certain now that he was dead.

 

[intriguess]

Her body clenched in milking him for every last drop as her own pleasure crashed over her. One hand clenched the skin of his back, the other squeezing his balls gently, wanting to empty them completely. She fucked him hard throughout, finally ended with a growl as she thrust herself fully onto him.

Kalia picked him up, wrapping his legs around her, she moved to a hammock like structure. She laid down so her hips were elevated, her back curved, the perfect position to encourage fertilization as he continued sucking her hard oozing tits. She wiggled causing it to gently sway in the air.

He was not small, but in comparision to her he fit perfectly nestled against her, she knew he was still very weak, mainly because she'd nursed him and then took what energy he had left in mating with him.

"Do you have a name?" she casually asked. If she really wanted to carry a child she'd need to continue mating with him over the next few days, making sure to completely drain him each time.

 

[showdolly]

Alana wanted to scream, she could feel something building in her, like a tightly strung bow, ready to break as the Queen took the princess’s her nipple in her mouth. Something wild and fierce, something she would not be able to control, something she would have to release but did not know how but her body arched and tensed beneath the tempting touch of the queen. She responded to the queen in ways she could not have imagined, as her muscles tighten and pulse along those three slender fingers.

Her own body coiling and reeling in response to the way Alana's body was acting, so obviously out of control of the young princess, Adolla realized the closeness of the girl's climax. Resting her head now on Alana's chest, the queen gently removed a single finger and found the rough place inside, the place which made the princess jump away as she found it again and again, stroking against it when Alana could stay still long enough, her thumb still massaging the girl's throbbing clit.

"It's okay, it's okay Alana. It's okay, let it out, scream it if you need to and let yourself push it out.... Tummy tighten, will feel like pee but it's okay, it's okay Alana, just let it out."
As she felt the girl try to follow instruction, she lifted her head to look into the eyes of the beautiful princess which were more often closed than anything. Admiring the way Alana's face twisted and scrunched involuntarily, the shapes her mouth made and the sounds coming from it, Adolla wrapped her back arm far enough around her young lover to reach that opposite nipple to roll between her fingers as she coaxed the first climax from the princess.

 

[impish_pixie]

Alana

Tears roll from Alana’s eyes as she shakes her head back and forth, eyes half closed, her mouth moving, making wordless noise, punctuated by the occasional sob. She sharply inhales a deep and rapid breath, she can’t release it. It is stuck in her, all of her the sensations being drawn into a tight little ball, smaller and smaller, with focused blinding intensity, her world collapses in upon its self.

Then it was all released. Her breath was expelled in a sudden rush accompanied by muted gasps, her world expanded and fluids surged from her, tears flowed without comprehension and she cried, mindless cries of pleasure without limits.

 

[flithymind]

Chamberlain felt her body clench and squeeze him, from the hand gripping his back to the constricting muscles inside her, she pulled every ounce from him - growling as she jammed herself onto his manhood, squeezing his pulsing balls, encouraging every last drop from him.

He felt totally emptied - it must be death, his body had be drained into this woman's own body - he closed his eyes, somehow expecting to see angels.

And then... she merely scooped him up again. Carrying him with her to a swinging bed, suspended from two beams in the hut, laying back on it, her weight shifting towards her head, making his own tilt forward with her, his face crashing into those wonderful pillows of breast flesh. He was alive!

Gratefully, he mouthed her teats again - enjoying the revelry of her taste, her strong, sexual, arousing, strength giving taste in a new light.

She nestled him against her, sighing gently as he lapped at her chest.

"Do you have a name?" she asked in a voice a mix of harsh charcoal and honey. He blinked, took his mouth, regretfully from her breast, lying his head against it to look up at her, unable to be sure if his voice would rise from his drained body:

"I am Chamerlain." he said hesitantly, "Allyd Chamberlain," he went on, adding "Ma'am" at the end, respectfully.

 

[intriguess]

"hmmm," she murmured as her thoughts wandered. She rested with his cock inside her, using him as a temporary plug to keep the most of his flood of sperm inside her. She was enjoying the warm feeling of him resting quietly inside her, his balls were practically empty.

She encouraged him to nurse, as her rbeasts felt fuller and more tender since they had mated. Kalia doubted he would be in shape to join with her anytime soon, despite her strange craving to feel him sliding deep inside her over and over again.

 

[showdolly]

{Alana's} breath was expelled in a sudden rush accompanied by muted gasps, her world expanded and fluids surged from her, tears flowed without comprehension and she cried, mindless cries of pleasure without limits.

Matching the volume emitted by the princess, Adolla continued her encouraging, senseless stream of words and intensified slightly her motions as she let her eyes move downward to view exactly what it was she was doing to the princess, and what the girl's body's reaction would be. She moaned in pleasure as she felt the rush of fluids over her hand, so different from the wash of the shower yet the flow from the ceiling somehow intensifying all of it.
As she felt Alana's climax slowly dying, Adolla comforted her young companion. "There. There now, Alana, it's happened. Painful a little when you think of it, yet so pleasureful you don't even realize it. Strange to feel the new wetness, but the release of it truly relaxing and satisfying. I'm glad you didn't hold it in, baby. So glad." She removed her fingers from the girl's sex and lowered herself now to the floor, her face moving toward Alana's swollen, used pussy.

"And now I want to taste it, to clean it from you. Be still, my girl, and feel this as well...." Her voice was husky, trying hard not to order the girl but needing just something... something. She lay down between the girl's legs and stretched her neck to reach Alana's swollen lips with her tongue, using her fingers to keep the princess exposed to her mouth as she gently, gently, repeatedly licked at the insides of the girl's lips, the shallows of her tunnel, grazing by her clit, and relished in the slight smell and difference in wetness Alana's orgasm had produced. She let herself moan into the girl, let herself bury her face into Alana's sex, smelling and feeling the results of her own actions with the younger woman, not even paying attention to how the girl was reacting to this newest sensation.

 

[jabels]

Jack the thief was thrown roughly into the medical tent as he watched the helpless soldier he had seen before be mounted by an amazon. He coughed slightly and tried to cover his hardening cock.

 

[impish_pixie]

Alana

She let herself moan into the girl, let herself bury her face into Alana's sex, smelling and feeling the results of her own actions with the younger woman, not even paying attention to how the girl was reacting to this newest sensation.

Alana was lost, lost to her Queen, lost to herself, and lost to the pleasure that engulfed her, but slowly her heart stopped racing, her breath stopped gulping and her tensed and throbbing muscles relaxed. Through the blood still pounding in her ears, she could her the Queen speak but not understand her words. Alana could tell the Queen meant to be comforting.

"No,Your Majesty. Please, no."

The princess did not want to be comforted, she did not need it, she had trusted the Queen this far, why should she doubt her now?

"And now I want to taste it, to clean it from you. Be still, my girl, and feel this as well...." said the Queen

Alana felt the Queen bury herself between her legs, Alana felt the muscles in her body ache in a way they never had before, as if they were melting away.

 

[showdolly]

The queen devoured what she could of Alana's juices, what wasn't washed away by the showers. She pulled away periodically for brief moments, probably to breathe, and then continued again more vigorous than the time before, again and again and again.
She was now also fingering the princess once again, and began finally to lick and suck at the girl's clit, hungry to once again hear her virgin moans, but knowing at the same time that it would only drive her own passions higher and higher, most likely not something the young, inexperienced princess could yet quench. Regardless, she continued her mouthing assault of the girl, pressing Alana's thighs further and further apart as she seemingly tried to climb inside of the princess, head-first.

Moaning and now pulling from the girl what seemed like her own pleasures, Adolla hungrily continued her licking, sucking, fingering of her newest young lover, enthralled with the fact that the princess had not only been allowing, but very much enjoying the queen's touches. Yes. Yes, she would fit in quite nicely here, for as long as she needed to stay, and surely they would remain... friendly once the girl returned to her own reign.

 

[impish_pixie]

Yes. Yes, she would fit in quite nicely here, for as long as she needed to stay, and surely they would remain... friendly once the girl returned to her own reign.

At first, the Queen’s touch, her mouth, her tongue brought unfamiliar pleasures to the princess. Warm and melting, as if she was being wrapped in thick, and heavy blanket of pleasure. Under its weight, she could barely move, but it was comforting after the intensity of the young woman’s first orgasm.

Soon it was building again, a rising tide of heat, and her body was climbing the now familiar path to ultimate release. The path forged by the Queen and paved with Alana's devotion.

Her hands reaching, scrabbling for a hold, an anchor found only the floor and the Queen’s head. Although, she tenderly brushed her fingers through the Queen’s hair, in but a moment, she pulled back her hand as if burned. No longer certain she could resist the urge to hold the Queen’s face to her, she wrapped her hand in her own hair to keep it still.

Her hips flexed, and her back arched, lifting off the floor of the shower, rising to meet the glorious assault, pulsing up repeatedly. Even if she tired, she could not stop; once again, the Queen stole control of Alana’s body from her.

“Please, my Queen, my beloved Queen, please no…I can’t, not again.”

The princess sobbed and moaned, her words at odds with every action of her writhing body. Even as the words were uttered, her body began to shudder as it reached the summit of the path and again the Queen took the princess to the highest level of pleasure.

 

[showdolly]

The queen ignored the girl's pleas, knowing full well she 'could, too' and simply thrust her fingers in harder and faster, her mouth concentrating on suckling Alana's pretty pink clit as she flicked it inside of her mouth with her tongue.
Reaching up now with one hand, she grabbed the arm which had moments before rested on her own head and pulled it back into position. She knew the girl wanted what she was giving, but still, it was nice to have the proof that she wasn't forcing Alana to do anything she didn't truly want. Besides, not many in the tribe were brave enough to press the queen into them like that, and the queen longed to at least sometimes be controlled and not necessarily always the one controlling. Although, she did enjoy being in control of when she was controlled, and by whom.
Satisfied that the princess would at least leave her hand where Adolla had placed it, the queen now let her fingers pinch and twist and pull at the nipples on the young girl, alternating according to the current position of her own head between the legs of the princess. Alana was almost pinned down, though the queen **probably** would let her up if she moved that way, or asked, or both. Unable to think about anything now but her own heat, and the pleasure she herself would derive by bringing Alana to yet another climax, Adolla devoured the girl's sex, moaning and writhing even as she did so.

 

[impish_pixie]

Alana

The princess could not hold on to herself any longer.

The princess’s hand, now back on the Queen’s head, wrapped its fingers in Adolla’s hair, holding the Queen’s head as her hips pushed her flowing clutching sex into the Queen’s mouth. Alana’s other hand took the Queen’s hand from her breast, freeing her nipple but keeping hold of the hand, squeezing it tightly in her own.

The climactic cries of the princess filled the shower, possibly the village, as her body went where it had gone only once before. Less frightening, and more intense, her body throbbing and pulsing as the sign of the supreme pleasure flowed from her to her Queen. She held her majestic beloved Queen, her face pressed to her giving sex and her hand held to her racing heart.

 

[showdolly]

Adolla eagerly sucked and inhaled anything she could get from Alana, close now to her own mini-gasm as Alana pressed the queen's head to her sex, and took it upon herself to grasp the queen's hand and hold it tightly. The queen held her breath and sucked, sucked at Alana's tunnel, hungry for every last bit she could devour, and as she felt the girl's climax dwindle, she quickly, almost forcefully pushed her way atop the girl.
Now looking directly into her face, panting, Adolla layed her body on top of Alana's, pressing their sexes and their breasts together, each part matching each opposite part. Looking directly into the eyes of the beautiful princess, remembering that moments, minutes before this girl had never tasted pleasure, and moments before that had never been touched, Adolla tried to tone down the lust in her voice as she spoke.

"Yes. Yes, Alana, yes. That... that is good, it's a good start, and soon...." She only snorted a bit and closed her eyes briefly before pressing her mouth onto Alana's and pushing her own tongue into the girl's mouth to explore her feverishly. The queen kissed her young lover passionately, and her body began to buck and move slightly against that of the beautiful princess, and once again she emitted a moan as she wrapped her strong arms around the girl, not wanting to let her go, but knowing she'd soon have to do just that.

 

[impish_pixie]

Alana

"Yes. Yes, Alana, yes. That... that is good, it's a good start, and soon...."

Alana passionately returned the Queen’s kiss. Her feverish tongue dueling to explore the mouth that had given her so much pleasure, danced with the Queen’s, as she tasted herself on the Queen’s lips, the Queen’s tongue. Her hands slid down the bucking Queen’s back pressing her to the princess.

The princess moaned into the Queen’s mouth, “Soon, my Queen? Soon you will teach me to give what you have given me?”

Hesitantly, she slips a slender hand between their bodies. Cupping the Queen’s sex in her hand, she slips a delicate finger between her lover's outer lips.

Breaking the kiss, she whispers fiercely in the Queen’s ear, “Tell me, my Queen. Tell me how to please you.” There is no shyness in her voice, no hesitation, just the fierce desire to share what has been given.

 

[flithymind]

"hmmm," she murmured thoughtfully barely moving herself, but repositioning him for their mutual comfort - and then, obviously finished with her questions and his answers, she cradled him to her breast again - and like a rabbit to it's hole he returned, eager - hungry, rapidly to that wonderful bossom, suckling hard, insistent, determined. He pressed at her chest with his hands, cupping and squeezing her breasts, revelling in the texture, the weight, the feel of the soft flesh.

He felt himself start to soften inside her warmth - but then, as she pressed him insistently to her bossom again, sighing softly at his ministrations, he felt a familiar twitch start in his groin - and blood started to flow back the other way. He too sighed softly - lost in the moment of bliss.