Thread: Mark of the Chosen [Mercury and Zprimal]

Julius watched as she stepped before him, baring every last inch of herself to him as the satin flowed down her curves. She did it without the slightest hint of hesitation, naturally. His arms came to rest on the top of the sofa as she stood without a trace of shame before him. Her long, shapely legs which rose up to her shaved mound. Her body without a trace of hair, save for on her head. It would be accurate to say she had won the genetic lottery. He commanded and she obliged, kneeling before him before she freed him from the confines of his pants. He grinned both from the anticipation of the present and that there were things in store for her. Out of plain sight, the first of which became apparent when she stroked her hand down the length of his shaft. Beneath the skin, the underside of his cock were ridges which were raised with increasing prominence as his arousal grew with her touch. A single bead of formed at his tip. The heady fluid coating her lips as she brushed against it. Its taste far more potent than his human counterparts. It was said that later into a demonic bond with a Chosen, the female could grow to have a craving for the taste of his seed A trait that he looked forward to instilling in her before she had come to bear his mark. He breathed deeply and forced himself to enjoy her attention, watching as the siren pumped her hand up and down, her lips and tongue teasing him with feather-light touches as she explored before earning the courage to finally press her lips on the tip of his cock. With a flick of his fingers, he deftly undid the remaining buttons of his shirt, exposing his muscular chest. He watched, eyes only for her as her head bobbed up and down his shaft, starting with shallow motions first as she worked to get more of his length past her lips. His hand found the top of her head as he felt himself reach the back of her throat minutes later. He halted her progress, pulling her head up to reveal his shaft, slick with her saliva, swollen and throbbing with his need for her. By now, the ridges would have become visible protrusions forming a ribbed underside to his cock. Come here, He beckoned to her as he kicked his pants off. And take a seat, He beckoned to her and extended his hands to support her. Let's see the education you were so eager to receive. He waited until she had straddled him before guiding her downwards. His broad tip found purchase as soon as her slicked nether lips parted for him, the friction only growing with half-inch she accommodated. Like her lips, he raised and lowered her hips in shallow thrusts. Each minute that passed he had her accept him another inch deeper. He was told that the Chosen were similar too, with their capacity for regeneration, it made them hug the girth of their masters snugly each time they were needed. He was gentle, offering words of encouragement as they worked in tandem to ease her downwards while balancing her comfort and his impatience. It was an effort to get deep enough such that she could comfortably use her knees to support herself. He cupped the curve of her bottom, supporting her with an inch more of his cock for her to accommodate. All the time, he rocked her up and down, keeping up a gradual pace to allow her to get accommodated to his girth. Ready? Julius whispered, his hands gripping her hips before pressing her down on that last inch, groaning as he speared into her before finally feeling the soft crown of his manhood pressing up against her core, just as her bottom settled on his lap. Perfect. He kissed Tama again, giving the girl the time she needed to allow her body to adjust to his full length and girth, now packed and throbbing within her.