Issue #35- A Shattered Clasp

A Shattered Clasp
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Oh damnation and dragon’s teeth Erick moans internally as she slithers smoothly into his embrace, this little liaison was going MUCH better than he could have possibly hoped for! Virgins could be SO miserably flighty but this one seemed MORE than ready!

He places her hand on his shoulder as he lowers his head to place a tender kiss to her jugular. The nubile thing calls out to him as she grips the seams of his shirt tightly, placing her hips snugly to the roaring beast straining to claw its way free of his trousers.

“Hesprat`s loins but you are lovely,” he purrs into a dainty ear before tugging her tiny lobe between his teeth. Practiced hands move over her arching back as he moves her about, angling to place her tightly between his body and the wall. Not exactly the most romantic place to deflower a sorceress but beggars and choosers he concedes as her bottom meets the rough pine planks of the tack room wall. Dominatria hisses out moving her questing fingers up to stroke his wild haircut, her mound grinding against a turgid spear of male flesh.

Erick rains kisses across her stellar cheekbones until he finds her mouth-wet, open and tinged with a lingering essence of some aroma he can`t quite place. He slips his tongue over her top lip pleased when the tip of hers meets his not with a timid wee touch but with passion that would rival many a seasoned succubae.

She pulls him into a deep, mind-boggling kiss wrapping her tongue around his while he shifts his intent hands to her marvelous ass. He`s not sure he can get her hot core any closer but he surely does try, jerking her upwards to mash his staff roughly against the raspy curls of her sex.

She shakes in his hands, her red lips break from the battle of their mouths to allow her throaty groan to escape. Erick massages her bare bottom through her lacy gown as she writhes like a snake in his arms. He sucks in a hot breath when her moist mouth glides over his thick neck, her tongue finding and teasing the piercings that run along his upper ear.

“Ohhh Lord Rayvenwing,” she purrs into his left ear raising a long leg upwards to rub her slipper bound foot over his gyrating rear-end.”Take me.”

Erick is more than willing to oblige the young ladies request. His hand tugs the long damp gown up as quickly as he can, exposing her lower half to his greedy hands. Erick then slips a rough finger along her core making the girl sizzle in his embrace.

Literally.

“How shocking,” he pants drolly, each single hair on his body rising with her raw elemental magic as he finds the small womanly pearl he seeks. Death by electrocution caused by a wildly orgasmic virginal sorceress wasn`t the demise he had envisioned but who was he to quibble with fate??