Thread: Of Lust and Envy: Some Sins can be deadly -- Darkangel76 and The Gladiator

Her fingers barely skirted along his lips as she pressed the flesh of the fruit to his lips. His mother opened to accept it and she pressed it into his mouth. The juices had stained her fingers sliding down her wrist and onto her forearm. His eyes tracked the path of that juice, a thousand thoughts spreading through his mind as she spoke. He had an urge to lick the juices from her skin, giving into the urges of his body brought on by the potent fruit, but also giving into the tradition of not wasting the precious gift. Should he really give in so easily? What should he do? His even and perfect calm seemed a bit uneasy as he finally spoke breaking the tense silence following her plea to hear the answer she wanted. Your gift is truly delectable. He said, meaning the fruit, although his eyes regard of her suggested that the words might also have a deeper hidden meaning, one which was less innocent. He wondered how much she could read into his thoughts into his innuendos. She was his sister she knew him better than anyone else for sure. Finally as if compelled he reached out and took her hand in his, his tongue coming out to lick across her fingertip, taking the juice from her skin. He didnt ask permission to do this, after all her initial action was more than invitation enough. He slowly drew her finger into the depths of his mouth his tongue curling around it cleaning it. He repeated these actions on the second finger and thumb that had held the fruit. He then followed the trail of juice down her palm to the sensitive skin at her inner wrist. His tongue gently rasped over the porcelain flesh, and his eyes locked on hers as he cleaned each drop of juice from her skin. Now this was more like it. Gone were some of his worries and intense plans as she turned his world upside down with her pleasurable administrations. She lavished attention on his cock, making him feel like she would not want rather be doing anything other than pleasing him. A part of him figured this was her training coming into play. For, the mark of a good whore was one who made a client come back for more. It had worked on Galan even that first time. He had come back to her, again and again. Because of moments like this when she made him feel wanted that was what was important to him. At first his coin had been just as good as anyone elses, she did not care that he was half elf. Even though she had long since stopped charging him for her services, for her companionship, and they were almost regarded by others as a couple, she still made him feel welcome and wanted. He was probably being manipulated, but in moments like this, when he was buried in her mouth or her tongue slid over his shaft and balls, he was pretty sure he did not care, and it was all worth it in the end. As she said she wanted more his hand tightened in her hair and he forced her head down his shaft. Then take more he growled, as he eased her head farther and farther down his cock slowly, until he felt him hit the back of her throat with a delicious jolt, and he could feel her throat involuntarily swallow, milking the head of his cock. His hands held her head still as he pulled back and then pressed his hips forward again pressing into her throat. His hands immobilizing her, demanding that she give up control for that moment, that she trust him in that moment not to hurt her because she was no longer in control of how deep he went, he was, and he was determined to get all of himself into her relishing the gasps, moans and slight gagging noises she made. After a few moments of this he let up on her head, a silent invitation for her to once again assume control of the blow job, and resume pleasing him as only she could.