Thread: Something Wicked [ Bear & Haruchai ]

It watched through the man's eyes as the woman practically threw herself at him, and a ripple of delight coursed through not only the man but what was inside of him as well. She was ripe, so ripe. Long hanging fruit that was begging to be plucked. Corrupted. Devoured. It was easy enough to stoke the foster the fires of lust that the man already felt for the woman. Pleasures of the flesh. Carnal delights. All of these things were weapons to be used, and so was the flesh between the man's legs. Engorged and needful, It reveled as she rubbed against the man and with just a little push, things were on their way. ---------- Cross was momentarily taken aback by the actions of Vivian, though only momentarily as the desire for her overwhelmed him. Her lips were pressed to his, her brasts bared and softly pressed to his chest as down below... own below her damp feminine heat rubbed him in ways that he'd only ever dreamed about. Those once meek hands gained strength, found their purpose, as fingers crawled along her flesh, pulling her gown from her shoulders completely, and the only thing holding it up was the press of their bodies. His lips met hers with abandon, and he dared to press his tongue along the seam of her mouth, not only begging entrance, but forcing it, taking it. Cross seemed wholly like another person as those hands that had freed her gown moved on their trek downward to her hips and then further down and back to grab her backside and pull her forcefully into him, his hips grinding his erect manhood between her legs in a way that left no doubt as to his intent. There was no time for words, no time for pleasantries, and though Cross was more gentle than her husband, his movements were as sure and as needy. Letting go of her backside he took half a step back, breaking their kiss as well. His eyes were dark in his lust and desire, and his hands had begun to lift his nightclothes, revealing in short order the turgid throbbing cock between his legs, already wet upon the tip with his effluence - a sign of his readiness and eagerness. In mere moments his clothing was tossed aside his fully nude form bared to her. Cross, for all his studies and introverted ways, was still quite masculine. Perhaps surprisingly so. He was well endowed, and stood tall and straight, his cock erect and proud. For her. Because of her. Then he was upon her again, and though the hunger he displayed was like that of her husband, his manner of expression was entirely different, though he had let her gown fall when he'd stepped back. One hand sought out that secret spot between her legs, fingers finding her sex, rubbing, exploring. A new lover getting acquainted one might say, and her effluence soon coated his fingers. His touch was firm as he spread her nether lips with his fingers, an almost shameful act but one which he seemed to desire, and two fingers rubbed along her slick pink, her inner folds, before he brought them up to breathe deeply of her scent. ---------- It smiled as Cross moved to follow his instinct, perhaps little more than an animal, as most men were. Smelling after her sex like a dog, wanting to mount her like one and rut like the hairless beast that he was.