He reaches for your right hand and places it on his chest. "Here." Then he takes your other hand and sits up enough to place that hand on his knee behind you. "Here." He then does what you have waiting for and with both of his strong hands, he moves your hips up and lets his penis stand up under you. "Now." Balancing on your hands you are able to slide down his shaft and devour him. He shakes and motions his hands on your hips to rise. You push on his hairy chest and knees and lift yourself as he groans. Up and down you go, without prompting. Then you realize that it is only you that is moving. He is letting you control the movements, the choreography. He looks up at you. Your breasts undulating before his eyes, but mainly he is watching your eyes as they slowly show signs of the ecstasy of moving to your own pleasure instead of the man's. You find those spots you like. You find the rhythm that turns you on. It is a constant motion but you slowly increase the speed as you get carried away. You hardly notice that he is matching his hip motions to your own so he penetrates you the whole length of your canal while helping you extract yourself completely to drive the whole down his penis. Balanced like this on his penis, you let yourself writhe and moan. He watches you arch your back and encourages you to orgasm. He wants you to find that spot. He wants you to be that woman who knows her own body. He wants you and your love. He will do anything for you. Take him. Fuck him. This is your moment. You feel it washing over you. You scream his name, You do not have to fake this. You feel it and you know he would hat to see it faked. He wants you and only you to have this orgasm, this felling of love over lust, this divine expression. And you reach it. You scream again and hold the moan until your body racks with pleasure. You move your body still on his penis and still the waves of euphoria spread through your body. You cannot control it any longer and collapse on his chest. You hadn't realized you were sweating. He grasps his arms around your soaking wet body and fall into his love.
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He reaches for your right hand and places it on his chest. "Here." Then he takes your other hand and sits up enough to place that hand on his knee behind you. "Here." He then does what you have waiting for and with both of his strong hands, he moves your hips up and lets his penis stand up under you. "Now." Balancing on your hands you are able to slide down his shaft and devour him. He shakes and motions his hands on your hips to rise. You push on his hairy chest and knees and lift yourself as he groans. Up and down you go, without prompting. Then you realize that it is only you that is moving. He is letting you control the movements, the choreography. He looks up at you. Your breasts undulating before his eyes, but mainly he is watching your eyes as they slowly show signs of the ecstasy of moving to your own pleasure instead of the man's. You find those spots you like. You find the rhythm that turns you on. It is a constant motion but you slowly increase the speed as you get carried away. You hardly notice that he is matching his hip motions to your own so he penetrates you the whole length of your canal while helping you extract yourself completely to drive the whole down his penis. Balanced like this on his penis, you let yourself writhe and moan. He watches you arch your back and encourages you to orgasm. He wants you to find that spot. He wants you to be that woman who knows her own body. He wants you and your love. He will do anything for you. Take him. Fuck him. This is your moment. You feel it washing over you. You scream his name, You do not have to fake this. You feel it and you know he would hat to see it faked. He wants you and only you to have this orgasm, this felling of love over lust, this divine expression. And you reach it. You scream again and hold the moan until your body racks with pleasure. You move your body still on his penis and still the waves of euphoria spread through your body. You cannot control it any longer and collapse on his chest. You hadn't realized you were sweating. He grasps his arms around your soaking wet body and fall into his love.
Her whole body felt weak, but satisfied. She felt his arms encase her and despite she felt like she should clean herself up first or ask him if he wanted her to keep going for his own pleasure, she couldn't bring her mouth to open; and so, she laid there in his arms, smiling and feeling so loved.
He lets a moment pass and then he stirs. You realize he is still inside you, full and penetrating. His great back archs under you and he begins to rock you back and forth in his arms. He had reserved his strength and now he exerts it, fucking you as you had fucked him. It's his turn to control the movement and you let him, your core so sensitive to his every touch, but so willing to feel him all the more and more. He rocks. He pulls you up onto him and pulls his penis out and then rocks you back down onto it, crashing into him. He doesn't slow his pace for your pleasure this time. He expresses his need with each forceful push inside you. You start sweating again. The heat rises. Your blood boils. And still he is taking you for everything he can. From his deep groans, you think he is going to explode with cum inside you, but he throws you off of him instead. Your body unfolds, feeling the cold air evaporate your sweat. He turns you over gruffly. He is the wolf again. The wolf you have grown to love. Now that your bodies have sprung from its embrace, he reconnects. He lays on top of you, bearing his penis into you again. Again the fire shoots. Again your spine lights on fire. Again that feeling of orgasm takes over you. Now that you know the feeling, now that you can bring it to mind, you can tap it, and control it, and send it washing over you in waves and waves and waves. He uses you for his pleasure but you feel it, too. He screams out his victory as his body wracks and shoots sweet cum into yours. Your husband wants to impregnate you. Your Knight wants to make you feel the power of the goddess that possesses you. Duke wants to love you for all time, but only on the condition that you are a woman of power, the woman he fell in love with, the wife that you are.
I've spent what feels like a lifetime running scared of commitment, scared of disagreements, wondering if I'm feeling love. Being vulnerable had become near impossible. The last time I allowed myself to be vulnerable was the worst. I was manipulated, hurt, emotionally and verbally abused... all for his own pleasure. He saw enjoyment in girls crying and often took his own insecurities out on me. It was a constant situation of walking on eggshells, avoiding conversations and topics that 'might' trigger his abuse, and crying because he'd ignore my whole existence for a fortnight constantly to punish me for his own shortcomings. That was the most painful experience my heart, mind, body, and soul has ever went through. My heart still isn't whole from that.
You're so idealistic Duke, and it's one of the things that I adore about you. I was just as idealistic as a young one myself. Now, we're like the sun and moon; you shine light while I hide in darkness. I feel that Kiltzi is there... but... Kitsune is still so much stronger than her. I see her power through your own abilities and not my own. I don't seem it on our adventures, but I'm very much concerned with pleasing others. Seeing them satisfied is what makes me feel better, even if it's not fully satisfying to me.
I've started to ramble, but while I know there's a brighter side... it's really hard to see it."
I've started to ramble, but while I know there's a brighter side... it's really hard to see it."[/b]