It was another dark, cold, unforgiving night. It was perfect. The moon hung high in the sky showing all the village’s minions running for shelter to keep warm, how pathetic. A crocked smile slowly formed on her face thinking of the warmth her kiss could bring them. Such pleasant thoughts, she turned away from the window to face her companion for the evening. She had been lucky to find such a vigorous, though a loud and obnoxious, man in such a small nameless town in the middle of nowhere.
“One would think by having an ancient name and a ruthless master that you’d be protected from annoying humans wishing to end your existence. “
Thin dark red fingers scratched along the sweating pale skin of her guest. She loved how weak and scared they’d become after their first kiss. It was always the most boastful ones that would surrender to her the quickest.
“You see,” small blue wisps of smoke escaped from the man’s skin as she slowly let her hand slide down towards his waste, “I don’t like to be rushed!”
Her hand went flat down onto his stomach as wisps of blue smoke rushed to escape from under her hand. A loud grown burst out of the frail man’s mouth, as if begging the fates to help him. Slowly she lifted her hand and walked to the end of the bed.
“I wish to thank you with one final kiss.”
Gently she moved his legs apart and placed one of her knees on the bed crawled towards his exposed groin. This was her favorite part. She slowly moved forward as if to tease the weak man with promises of her beauty touching his manhood, she stuck her tongue out and licked a few inches away from his cock in a motion upwards. Another grown from the head of the bed, only this time of frustration as his cock quickly responded to her playful motion. This was one place she left for last; she wanted it to be as big and thick as it was when this man was at full strength. This was her desert, her present for doing such a good job; a thick, hard, and throbbing cock. As it grew in front of her, her smile widened as she made kisses at it. She knew it was a little silly but it was her favorite time to play, she didn’t care.
“I want it!”
She gasped and with mouth wide open she took his hard cock deep into her mouth feeling it touch the back of her throat. Her dark black hair floated in front of her face as she moved up and down licking as much of this wonderful piece of flesh as she could. She peered up to see the look on her lover’s face. Through the thick strands of hair that had fallen, she could see his head tilted back. Apparently moans were a lot easier to make as they were filling the air with every thrust of her head. Down all the way on his cock so that her tongue could lick the base of his cock as blue wisps of smoke excited her mouth and covered her face.
Both her knees were now on the bed with her ass in the air. She wished her master was there to share in this wonderful experience. She was in his favorite position and everything, though she knew it would not be so, he had a new play thing and it was no longer her.
A scream of pain leapt out of the weak man, it shocked her back to the dirty inn room. She could feel a little blood trickle down her thumbs. She peered to the side, ensuring the cock wouldn’t leave her wet mouth seeing that her nails had pierced the names skin. She didn’t care this man was hers now. She started to suck and move a little faster, up and down. The man arched his back, she was impressed not many men have been able to move like did when she was having her desert. His cock was throbbing larger she knew it was going to explode, a little faster. She wanted it so badly, she needed it.
The door to the dank room flew open smashing against the wall. A tall dark figure stepped into the room.
“Yattara.”
“One would think by having an ancient name and a ruthless master that you’d be protected from annoying humans wishing to end your existence. “
Thin dark red fingers scratched along the sweating pale skin of her guest. She loved how weak and scared they’d become after their first kiss. It was always the most boastful ones that would surrender to her the quickest.
“You see,” small blue wisps of smoke escaped from the man’s skin as she slowly let her hand slide down towards his waste, “I don’t like to be rushed!”
Her hand went flat down onto his stomach as wisps of blue smoke rushed to escape from under her hand. A loud grown burst out of the frail man’s mouth, as if begging the fates to help him. Slowly she lifted her hand and walked to the end of the bed.
“I wish to thank you with one final kiss.”
Gently she moved his legs apart and placed one of her knees on the bed crawled towards his exposed groin. This was her favorite part. She slowly moved forward as if to tease the weak man with promises of her beauty touching his manhood, she stuck her tongue out and licked a few inches away from his cock in a motion upwards. Another grown from the head of the bed, only this time of frustration as his cock quickly responded to her playful motion. This was one place she left for last; she wanted it to be as big and thick as it was when this man was at full strength. This was her desert, her present for doing such a good job; a thick, hard, and throbbing cock. As it grew in front of her, her smile widened as she made kisses at it. She knew it was a little silly but it was her favorite time to play, she didn’t care.
“I want it!”
She gasped and with mouth wide open she took his hard cock deep into her mouth feeling it touch the back of her throat. Her dark black hair floated in front of her face as she moved up and down licking as much of this wonderful piece of flesh as she could. She peered up to see the look on her lover’s face. Through the thick strands of hair that had fallen, she could see his head tilted back. Apparently moans were a lot easier to make as they were filling the air with every thrust of her head. Down all the way on his cock so that her tongue could lick the base of his cock as blue wisps of smoke excited her mouth and covered her face.
Both her knees were now on the bed with her ass in the air. She wished her master was there to share in this wonderful experience. She was in his favorite position and everything, though she knew it would not be so, he had a new play thing and it was no longer her.
A scream of pain leapt out of the weak man, it shocked her back to the dirty inn room. She could feel a little blood trickle down her thumbs. She peered to the side, ensuring the cock wouldn’t leave her wet mouth seeing that her nails had pierced the names skin. She didn’t care this man was hers now. She started to suck and move a little faster, up and down. The man arched his back, she was impressed not many men have been able to move like did when she was having her desert. His cock was throbbing larger she knew it was going to explode, a little faster. She wanted it so badly, she needed it.
The door to the dank room flew open smashing against the wall. A tall dark figure stepped into the room.
“Yattara.”