Matthew's display of pleasure wasn't so incredibly silent, face twisting in delight and lips opening in a throaty gasping moan of the Svefra's name. His lips were curved in a smile, thrilled that she would tease him back, that she would seek to drive him even higher in his arousal. The tip of his arousal throbbed and pleaded, pulsing hotly and then thickening ever-so-slightly. She was wet and he was dripping from his peak, two silent displays of total and utter arousal from two very different bodies. This was one of their natural purposes and they were now crying out to be allowed to fulfill that purpose. Procreate, his body screamed. Take her deeply, it yelled.
Her body apparently yelled something that was very much the same, and then suddenly she was upon him. He had thought that he no longer had anything left in him resisting. He was proven wrong, something deep within his mind snapping and unleashing the very last chain of control.
He arched, shouting in pleasure, defined hips rolling upwards in a vicious thrust that absolutely refused to hold back any longer. Normally he would have teased, normally he would have taken it inch by inch, but what was the point any longer? There was no point. He filled her and he filled her precisely, thrust angled to slip inside of her without pushing too deep or connecting with any solid flesh. No, her pleasure was as important as his. He filled her as deeply as he could, teeth showing in a feral grin as she arched and sighed out. Her neck looked delicious.
The muscles in his stomach flexed and rippled as he sat up on the spot, lunging out. His chest slapped wetly to her chest, sweat melting them together, the smell of cologne, seawater and sweat growing even heavier in the air. It filled his nose and he breathed it down into his lungs, finding even more satisfaction in it. Why did no one ever comment on the smell that sex had? It was such an incredibly erotic smell. His hips pulled back and then rolled forward again, depriving her of her fullness before returning it right back to her. He bit into her neck, teeth finding the arch on the side and sinking in with a playful growl. It was a sharp bite, not at all a playful sort of nibble, something that very seriously threatened to break the skin. Some part of him, some gloriously instinctual part of him dared to guess that Edreina would find pleasure in the pain. Or was it that she would find pleasure in the animalistic nature of such a bite? Or perhaps it was both?
Strong hands and long fingers swept down, once more grabbing ahold of the curves of her rear, digging firmly into the cheeks. He held them and then manipulated them, strong arms rippling with power as he bounced her. He trusted her to roll her hips in such a way that would bring her the most delight, and meanwhile he made sure that he was doing his part. Using her to practically milk him while also making sure that she herself was finding estascy in their actions. He bounced her up and down his length, rocking his hips firmly upwards as she came down, also managing to graze the most sensitive nub of her core with his slick waist every time their thighs loudly connected. One hand lifted from her ass, the other flexing with effort. The now-freed hand lifted to tangle in her red locks as his teeth unlatched from her neck, leaving their mark behind as he sought out her eyes again. Not just the surface of them. Behind them. He needed to know what was Behind Those Eyes, as there was where he would be able to make sure he was truly taking her to a place like no other. Lust would make sure that she always remembered him.
He knew the door was around here somewhere. He was so eager to access the knowledge that he needed that the few moments it took for him to find the entrance to the library were perhaps the longest he had ever had to deal with. But now he had found it and all was well. Lust tugged the door open, a smirk flickering onto his face one second and then freezing the next.
Matthew stood on the other side, eyes completely blank, not even a flicker of thought behind them. Lust blinked, stepping back, head whipping around to check where he had last seen Matthew. No, the Harlot was still there, still face-down in the ocean like he had been just ticks ago. What was this, then? Lust turned, bright blue eyes studying the dead ones of his clone. In the distance, something buzzed softly.
Oh.
After a moment the smile returned, but this time it seemed sad.
"Oh. You. I know who you are. You know he will never pick you, don't you?" The clone of Matthew didn't blink, didn't move. He merely watched. "Now that you have shown yourself, he'll know. He'll remove you and keep the rest of us. It'll be his only choice. Then I will finally have her, I promise you." The clone reached out, his face as expressionless as a stone statue.
Her body apparently yelled something that was very much the same, and then suddenly she was upon him. He had thought that he no longer had anything left in him resisting. He was proven wrong, something deep within his mind snapping and unleashing the very last chain of control.
He arched, shouting in pleasure, defined hips rolling upwards in a vicious thrust that absolutely refused to hold back any longer. Normally he would have teased, normally he would have taken it inch by inch, but what was the point any longer? There was no point. He filled her and he filled her precisely, thrust angled to slip inside of her without pushing too deep or connecting with any solid flesh. No, her pleasure was as important as his. He filled her as deeply as he could, teeth showing in a feral grin as she arched and sighed out. Her neck looked delicious.
The muscles in his stomach flexed and rippled as he sat up on the spot, lunging out. His chest slapped wetly to her chest, sweat melting them together, the smell of cologne, seawater and sweat growing even heavier in the air. It filled his nose and he breathed it down into his lungs, finding even more satisfaction in it. Why did no one ever comment on the smell that sex had? It was such an incredibly erotic smell. His hips pulled back and then rolled forward again, depriving her of her fullness before returning it right back to her. He bit into her neck, teeth finding the arch on the side and sinking in with a playful growl. It was a sharp bite, not at all a playful sort of nibble, something that very seriously threatened to break the skin. Some part of him, some gloriously instinctual part of him dared to guess that Edreina would find pleasure in the pain. Or was it that she would find pleasure in the animalistic nature of such a bite? Or perhaps it was both?
Strong hands and long fingers swept down, once more grabbing ahold of the curves of her rear, digging firmly into the cheeks. He held them and then manipulated them, strong arms rippling with power as he bounced her. He trusted her to roll her hips in such a way that would bring her the most delight, and meanwhile he made sure that he was doing his part. Using her to practically milk him while also making sure that she herself was finding estascy in their actions. He bounced her up and down his length, rocking his hips firmly upwards as she came down, also managing to graze the most sensitive nub of her core with his slick waist every time their thighs loudly connected. One hand lifted from her ass, the other flexing with effort. The now-freed hand lifted to tangle in her red locks as his teeth unlatched from her neck, leaving their mark behind as he sought out her eyes again. Not just the surface of them. Behind them. He needed to know what was Behind Those Eyes, as there was where he would be able to make sure he was truly taking her to a place like no other. Lust would make sure that she always remembered him.
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He knew the door was around here somewhere. He was so eager to access the knowledge that he needed that the few moments it took for him to find the entrance to the library were perhaps the longest he had ever had to deal with. But now he had found it and all was well. Lust tugged the door open, a smirk flickering onto his face one second and then freezing the next.
Matthew stood on the other side, eyes completely blank, not even a flicker of thought behind them. Lust blinked, stepping back, head whipping around to check where he had last seen Matthew. No, the Harlot was still there, still face-down in the ocean like he had been just ticks ago. What was this, then? Lust turned, bright blue eyes studying the dead ones of his clone. In the distance, something buzzed softly.
Oh.
After a moment the smile returned, but this time it seemed sad.
"Oh. You. I know who you are. You know he will never pick you, don't you?" The clone of Matthew didn't blink, didn't move. He merely watched. "Now that you have shown yourself, he'll know. He'll remove you and keep the rest of us. It'll be his only choice. Then I will finally have her, I promise you." The clone reached out, his face as expressionless as a stone statue.