Thread: Ascension to the Heavens|Descent into Hell(Corsair and Xana)

Lily was already horny as fuck from watching and being nearly pulled into the orgy, and Anja made everything that much hotter with her little idea. Or was it Zamira, the well fucked priestess of this strange cult? Are you spreading yourself for a demon, in your mind? She knew who was asking, from the process of elimination. But it was fun in the moment to pretend like she didnt. Pretend like she had no idea who was groping and kissing her. Pretend like she had no idea who was going to fuck her brains. Maybe. Maybe I dont even care who uses my body for their pleasure. Maybe my body is a vessel for the Goddess, open for her faithful to take their rapture from. Perhaps I am in need of offerings of meat and seed, in honor of our Lady of Love and War. She twisted her head enough to kiss the interloper, a dozen unfamiliar faces flashing through her mind. Her own fingers didnt stop fucking herself, not as slender digits joined her, stretching her pleasantly. Not stopping, even as rougher finger rubbed circles against her clit. Goddess! she gasped, and praised, and begged, all the sensations bleeding together in sensual torment, Goddess, pleaseuse me. She arched against the man behind her, still imaging him a lustful stranger, hard at the thought of fucking her senseless. She pinned Zamira Anja? beneath her as she recovered, determined to reward the bliss she had already received. Filling that dripping slit with her fingers, amazed at how tight she felt, even after fucking so many men. Why dont you fuck me, while I fuck her? She growled, fitting three fingers into slick, slender channel of the woman beneath her. Maybe she was jealous, just a little. They had been each others first after all, and hed always hold a special place in her heart. She knew he had other women, and she had others as well. They werent together. Just friends. Friends that occasionally fucked, when the mood struck or they had too much to drink, or had to watch and not participate in an incredibly erotic ritualistic orgy. Hells, it made sense to fuck now, right? Because this was safer than whatever was going on out there. He must have agreed, the way he was on her before either of them really knew what was going on. It was so easy to slip back into this with him, so familiar and comforting. Fuck, he growled, I want you. Are you sure? I mean I am not a pair of hot blonde twins, Eva teased, hiding her self-consciousness at his preference in joke. Shut up, he hissed against her lips, their mouths coming together again in a ravenous kiss. Her hands were in his pants, stroking his already hard cock Pushing him back onto the bed, she stood over him. Shirtless, perky tits already aching for his touch, but she slapped his hand away a he reached for her. Maybe Im not convinced you really want me, She taunted, kicking her boots off. Just evading his touch as he reached for her, she shimmied out of her pants. Maybe I just need to hear that I am not just a convenient fuck for you. Clara recognized where he was taking her. He had taken her here before, the first time she had come to the mountain. The trophy room, the armory. The room with the skulls of the dead. He thought it would bolster her confidence, to see them. If Gods could be killed, than why was she worried over demons? Even the strongest among them, the Lords they had stylized themselves as, had been brought down by the scores, burnt until they were naught but bleached bones to decorate the weapon room with. That was his logic at least, perhaps one of the first signs he wasnt capable of relating to her, on her level. But he had tried, and had endeared her to him, at least somewhat. Ive seen this before. The first time I was here. Your triumphs in the war against the heavens. She reminded him, stopping short of the door. Still, she could see the skulls in her mind, whispering unfathomable madness to her. Raw power still clinging to the bones, an empty symbol of their once glory. IDo you really need to show me once more?