As the moments passed a new tale had been told; one without an immense brutality. Instead brutality had been temporarily replaced by graceful bliss filled moments. Her dominance continued to show through her body language. Skyard was not surprised in the least bit after their first encounter. Her lips felt amazing to the touch, and their warmth could steal a mans heart in an instant. He felt the woman as she laid her palm against his chest and it continued to move. Finally she grasped hold of his armor and adjusted her position to complement his. He did not want his lips to unlock from her own; not even for a moment but they did.
As he observed her actions she shoved him to the ground, and a dull thud could be heard as he impacted the sand. A bit of sand flew upward as he landed, and like before she straddled him and her bottom came to rest upon his pelvis. However, she shocked him with her next set of motions, and she specifically targeted key areas of his body. Firstly she kissed away at his throat, and Skyard was immediately driven mad. Each and every kiss she placed upon him felt incredible; like minute shocks that trailed along his skin. He was at a loss for words, and his breath drew short for a moment whilst she gently sank her teeth into his flesh at times.
Skyard refused to allow her to dominate him as easily as she had. He made the next move, and ran his fingertips along the woman's thighs. His hands explored her flesh as he trailed the tips of his fingers all the way up to her posterior. He grasped hold of a handful of her rump and felt how firm yet soft it was simultaneously. Whilst he released his grip with his right hand and continued the journey upward to the base of her spinal cord. He ran a single fingertip along the length of her spine, and aggressively tilted his head to the left so that he could give her affection of his own.
Skyard gently sank his teeth into the flesh of the womans neck in a playful manner and gave it a light tug before he released it. Just as suddenly as he ceased one motion he began another, and he kissed away at her windpipe. However he made the journey down toward her collar bone and left a trail of kisses along the way. His opposed hand which still held part of the womans rear end gave it a firm smack. Skyard chuckled a bit as he continued to run his finger upward until he grasped a hold of her hair. After he grasped hold of her hair he gave it a rather gentle and soft tug; he could compare her hair to that of the softest material in the world. Skyard admired so many things about her, but he knew that he would soon develop a relationship with her; one of brutality and pleasure all at the same time.
As he observed her actions she shoved him to the ground, and a dull thud could be heard as he impacted the sand. A bit of sand flew upward as he landed, and like before she straddled him and her bottom came to rest upon his pelvis. However, she shocked him with her next set of motions, and she specifically targeted key areas of his body. Firstly she kissed away at his throat, and Skyard was immediately driven mad. Each and every kiss she placed upon him felt incredible; like minute shocks that trailed along his skin. He was at a loss for words, and his breath drew short for a moment whilst she gently sank her teeth into his flesh at times.
Skyard refused to allow her to dominate him as easily as she had. He made the next move, and ran his fingertips along the woman's thighs. His hands explored her flesh as he trailed the tips of his fingers all the way up to her posterior. He grasped hold of a handful of her rump and felt how firm yet soft it was simultaneously. Whilst he released his grip with his right hand and continued the journey upward to the base of her spinal cord. He ran a single fingertip along the length of her spine, and aggressively tilted his head to the left so that he could give her affection of his own.
Skyard gently sank his teeth into the flesh of the womans neck in a playful manner and gave it a light tug before he released it. Just as suddenly as he ceased one motion he began another, and he kissed away at her windpipe. However he made the journey down toward her collar bone and left a trail of kisses along the way. His opposed hand which still held part of the womans rear end gave it a firm smack. Skyard chuckled a bit as he continued to run his finger upward until he grasped a hold of her hair. After he grasped hold of her hair he gave it a rather gentle and soft tug; he could compare her hair to that of the softest material in the world. Skyard admired so many things about her, but he knew that he would soon develop a relationship with her; one of brutality and pleasure all at the same time.