Issue # 50- A Shattered Clasp

A Shattered Clasp

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Agony and ecstasy her writhing body brought, each languid pass of her sex over his eager length was maddening yet delightful.

“You must entreat me milord,” Dominatria purrs,” Offer your seed to me willingly.”

“Dear….Hesprat,” he grinds out wanting nothing more than to be free from his bonds so that he could drive into her heat with as much vigor as his poor trembling ass could offer.” Just…..mount me,” he pants riveted still to her stiff nipples. His tongue aches to taste them, to tug on them harshly with his teeth.

“What an easily manipulated meal,” the succubae says with a pleased smile lifting ruby red lips. The sorcerer mutters some weak come-back, it`s biting ending melding into a loud hiss when she slips her sheathe over him. Her palms leave her heavy breasts and land on his pectorals to support her as he arches his hips upward. The stretching was glorious and her head flings forward as her nails drive deeply into his flesh.”Such a pleasant sensation,” she whispers letting her lids lower over snapping green eyes.

Erick is beyond words and grunts his reply. Pleasant barely scratched the surface his dull mind coughs up. She was tight, slick and SO damnably hot! Her round rump settles when she has taken every inch of him deeply inside. His hips begin to pump automatically, lifting her upward with his thrusts. Dominatria tucks her wings to her back. She rises then drops to spear him deeper inside. His rough growling plea pleases her so she repeats the motion. It robs her of breath and fuels her passion. Over and over their bodies slap together, her auburn head tossing wildly back and forth with each heated push.

He can feel her beginning to climb the parapet and Erick prays he can remain conscious long enough to enjoy the large surge of her powers at the climax. He snarls and huffs, aquamarine eyes hooded he views her riding him with complete abandon. Each tremor that races from her swollen rosebud dances from her damp skin into his. It hurt like hell. He loved it! By Hesprat`s huge teats he would give his soul just to be able to hump this dark witch for eternity….

Dominatria`s scream of release rockets about the cave, the torches flare to the dank stone ceiling when her eyes fly open. Erick thinks of bracing himself but the sensation of her inner flesh clamping down upon him with a painful yet succulent grip pushes the thought aside. Ragged bolts of emerald power explode from her, much as last time but decidedly much more severe. The tendrils illuminate the dark cavern, leap and skip from rock to rock, spark and sizzle upon the perspiring stones.

That is the last image he has…..her sinful form convulsing upon him, backlit by her own nether magic she was magnificent and he gladly follows her over the summit. Her arcane magic races through him with such unfettered strength his rapidly beating heart nearly stops.