Issue #31-A Shattered Clasp

A Shattered Clasp
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A primal sound escapes Rayvenwing when her flashy rings tighten over him. He grips her knees tightly certain she would sport bruises all over her creamy flesh.

“You won`t…” he grinds out between clenched teeth digging his fingers deeper into her skin.”You`ll be…” another attempt to voice his concern over what she proposes to do. She whispers a shuddering ‘S`okay’ as she begins to work him roughly. Each stroke upwards shifts his dewy head forward over her pearl; each agonizingly sweet sweep of her tense hand tugs him sinfully downward. Her breath begins to hitch slowly and he prays he can linger but the spasms in his stones warn him otherwise.

Mikel enjoys the show she gives him, relishes the sight of this wanton nubile witch tugging him off while simultaneously working her body so that she could meet his, but he was far too gone to wait for her any longer. Dropping her right leg he clamps his strong hand over hers, meeting her burning sapphire gaze for a sheer moment.

Her permission is granted from under dark lush lashes as he drops a fast look at her nipples crying for his mouth. Pink and long as pencil erasers they taunt him cruelly, but her fingers moving over his velvet crown propel him over his limits. Fisting his hand over hers to squeeze him harder the convulsions begin. His head whips back; long tendrils of ebony hair cling to his damp brow as they both milk him.

“Sweet Nocturne,” she pants keeping her hooded eyes on him as he continues to orgasm. She shivers as his seed covers her tidy bush in hot wave after hot wave.

He was magnificent in his passion-neck muscles corded, veins standing out in his straining biceps and forearms, glittering sweat making his male body twinkle in the tawdry lighting. That she held such incredible power over a male of his strength and size coddles her feminine pride. Knowing she could bring the Guardian to such a state of utter uncontrollable insanity with the touch of her hand astounds and incites her even more.

With a needy entreaty she cups her left breast and pushes her bottom up to grind her moist curls against his still rigid member. Mikel seizes once more, his grip intensifies upon her small hand, his buttocks clench involuntarily when his leaking head rubs her swollen jewel. Swinging his view around from the ceiling he snarls as he looks down at her splayed on the make-up table using his prick to pleasure herself.

He lowers his damp head to cover a needy teat with his mouth. She squeals as he tugs harshly on a stiff tip, running his tongue over the pink nubbin. Where they meet is sodden, slick and hot as she moves him up and down over her faster and faster. Her hand leaves her breast to ball into his hair and she screams his name with each electrifying pulse of her release.