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Thread: In the Shadow of the Dragon (Corsair and Xana)

After tasting her orgasm and listening to her cries of pleasure, all he wanted was to bury himself in her. So he crawled up her body, biting and kissing until his knees were braced between her thighs. Then he gripped her hips, lifting her and leaning her against the tall back of the chair until his aching dick was rubbing against her dripping slit. He kissed her hungrily as her hands gripped his shoulders. I need you, he groaned, cock slipping against her. Now! As he said it he managed to position himself right, and his cock drove into her cunt. He gasped at the silken feel, finding her wet enough and stretched enough from his attentions that he buried himself in her completely without resistance. Then he leaned into her, feeling her soft breasts and tight belly mold to his body ashe pressed her against the back of the chair. It doesn't hurt? I hope? he gasped, the muscles in his ass and thighs flexing as he began driving into his wiffe. I've heard... the first... first tine can... but... But her smooth bare skin was sweet torture against his, and she was slick and tight on him, and the sounds she made didn't sound like cries if pain, and he was so fucking close from imagining this nght and tasting her pleasure. I... Astrid... I'm... I'm... Astrid ! He shouted her name as he climaxed, lost in the pleasure of it as his seed filled her. Finally, gasping, he kissed her. I... I didn't... hurt you? Did I?
Thread: In the Shadow of the Dragon (Corsair and Xana)

Still quite sensitive form her orgasm, Astrid was quite receptive to Ellistair. His kisses and nips and touches and especially his cock. There were no words as he thrust into, just an exhilarated howl. Her body arched into his, offering more of herself, taking more of him, until he was hilted in her completely. It doesn't hurt? I hope? Astrid laughed, slightly confused but enjoying herself too much to care, You are thick, love, but not so thick you would hurt me. Not after how wet you made me. Ellistair would never hurt her. For one he loved her. Secondly, and most importantly, shed never let him. Not like this. If he thought shed lie back in pain and let him use her, well, he didnt know her well at all. But it didnt hurt, as he moved in her, driving that delicious length within her depths. I've heard... the first... first time can... but... Fuck, his momentum was amazing, robbing her mind and her voice. No time to answer his concerns with anything but moans and shudders. So she answered in nails dragging down his back and legs hold him deep within her. Answered in the clenching of her slit and in a hungry kiss, needing all of him, all at once. And he obliged her, filling her with his length, and then his seed. I... I didn't... hurt you? Did I? No, never, she beamed, still holding him close to her, nuzzling his nose. Not like it was my first time, anyways.
Thread: In the Shadow of the Dragon (Corsair and Xana)

It's... not? The words came out automatically, circumventing a mind befuddled by the delicious fatigue that followed a powerful orgasm. Most of him just knelt there, half holding his bride and half keaning into her for support, lost in the wonder of what had just happened. Lost in the feel of her sweat-slick body against his as he breathed hwrd, drinking in the heady scent if their pleasure. Then he blinked as the statement sank in. It's not? he repeated, a curious detached cincern in his tone. He should be outraged, he knew. A good woman, he'd been taught, preserved her virtue until the wedding night to ensure the paternity of her children. But... That, he said slowly, may present us with a few difficulties. How did he feel about it? Strangely, he found he didn't care. It wasn't as if he'd preserved his own virginity, after all. Politically, I mean. He frowned, watching her reaction. Brides are supposed to be, well, virgins. He shrugged. I don't care, he added quickly. But... there's a custom. People will want to, ah, see the, uhm... proof. A grimace. It'll be a scandal, if they don't. But then what? She was a Drakul of Fearfire, aftervwll. How would the Dragon respond, if she were made a public spectacle for her shame? He shuddered at the idea of his wrath descending on Landis. Fuck, he growled, wishing he could ignire it - ignore the image of his grandfather's castle in flames - and lose himself in his wife. We need to think of something.
Thread: In the Shadow of the Dragon (Corsair and Xana)

That may present us with a few difficulties. Why? Astrid asked, confused why he cared so much. It was before she even met him. She loved Ellistair very much, but it was absurd to think she would have waited for a man she hadnt known before a year ago. Politically, I mean. Brides are supposed to be, well, virgins. I don't care. But... there's a custom. People will want to, ah, see the, uhm... proof. The proof? she asked, still confused. Why was he talking about all this politics now, when they should have been deciding which position and which piece of furniture they were going to try next. What, was someone supposed to watch us or what? A bloody sheet? she finally figured out, remembering some confusing details from books she had read. Her husband grimaced. It'll be a scandal, if they don't. So, whats the big deal? You are going to be king eventually, right? I dont care what anyone else says I only care about you, sweet Ellistair. If you dont care about my virginity, whose business is it, really? She asked, trailing fingers along his arms. But still, he wore concern on his features, concern that felt out of place now. It was their wedding night, they should be spending the entire evening making love and exploring each other. Not worrying about some stupid custom. Why were others so concerned about her blood? We need to think of something. I can think of something, she teased, pushing Ellistair off her. She crawled off the chair and over his body, relishing in the feel of his firm muscles and sweat slick skin. And he smelt of her, her pleasure coalesced with his, and the scent made her mouth water. Whats so great about a virgin? Wouldnt you rather have a woman who knows who to pleasure her man? A woman who knows what she wants, and is willing to take it? She hovered over his cock, half erect after spending himself within her, and breathed deep, savoring that proof of their union. Their consummation. She licked the flavor from his meat, staring up at him with hungry eyes I want to taste our pleasure. I want to clean it off your cock so that we may anoint it again. And again and again and again, until we are utterly exhausted. Dont you? Without waiting for an answer, she swallowed his cock into her mouth, working up and down the shaft.
Thread: In the Shadow of the Dragon (Corsair and Xana)

Ellistar's eyes rolled back, gasping in pleasure as he sagged back against the chair. His bride made a rather convincing argument, he decided, as he felt himself hardening in her mouth. This was something that a whotre had done for him once as well, but it was far more arousing when Astrid did it. Something about he curly black hair bouncing and her sweet lips swallowing his meat. He was torn between leaning back and enjoying the attention, andwrapping her curls around his hands and encouraging her. She'd probably enjoy either one, he realized. Then taste me, he gasped, cupping her face and feeling her cheeks puff as she swallowed him. And you will have those opportunities again and again, tonight and every night my love. He gripped her hair experimentally, and was rewarded by a low sound of pleasure that traveled along his cock and up his spine. In return he lifted his hips, offering her more of his shaft. How shall I have you next, Astrid? he gasped. On your hands and knees, mounting you as a stallion mounts his mare? Or in your back, staring into your eyes as I take my pleasure of you? He starex down, watching her watch him as her tongue slithered over his meat. Or will you have me next? Riding me, taking your pleasure from me ubtil we are spent? His cock twitched against her lips, and he groaned and tightened his grip on her hair. Answer me, he groaned, or I may simply use your mouth for my pleasure until I fill it with my seed.
Thread: In the Shadow of the Dragon (Corsair and Xana)

Every single one of Ellistairs suggestions sounded sublime, such that the only answer she could give him was all of it. She wanted all of it, all of him, everything he had to give. And they had a lifetime to indulge and explore and discover. But then as she continued savoring him, he became demanding. Fingers were tight in her hair, almost pulling, and it ignited a fire in her, a challenge. Another thing he wouldnt expect from a virgin bride. She pulled of his cock with a wet plop and climbed over him, pushing him back as he tried to touch or help her. You shall learn, my sweet Ellistair, that a Drakul takes what she wants, she purred, nipping at him throat as straddled him. Latching onto a vein to mark him, she worried the skin until it was a dark purple. Mine, she growled in his ear, brush dripping lips against his rock-hard meat. Her teeth found his lobe, tugging enough to make him throb. You are mine, until you make me yours. Shifting, she trapped his length between her thighs, squeezing him the entire way down.
Thread: In the Shadow of the Dragon (Corsair and Xana)

Ellistar moaned, arching his back to offer his bride more of his cock as she mounted him. I believe, he said with a grin, letting his fingers rest on her hips, that I already did. Not so long ago, when I took you against this very chair.. He groaned softly, enjoying the way her body rolled beneath his fingers. The way her slick walls gripped his shaft as it ached for her. Still grinning, he caught her lower lip between his teeth and used it to pull her into a kiss. Am I yours? he whispered, gently dragging his fingers up and along her spine. Is this how you want to prove it, by fucking my cock? By riding your husband long and hard, until he empties himself into you?. He hoped his words were arousing her, because they were turning him the fuck on. But not as much as the soft firmness of her breasts as he cupped them. Show me, he husked, tracing her erect nipple with his lips. Show me how Drakul takes her pleasure.. Now his tongue circled the same nipple before his mouth la at ched on, and he moaned into her flesh as he suckled. His hands explored her body, caressing her contours. Then he gripped her shoulders and flexed his hips, driving himself upwards into her cunt. Be warned, though, he added with a hungry expression as he met her thrust with his own. I don't surrender without a fight.
Thread: In the Shadow of the Dragon (Corsair and Xana)

Of course not, Astrid purred, digging fingers into her husbands shoulders as his thrust drove against her far barrier, A lesser man couldnt have won my heart. The first time had been good. So good, but this time was even better, as he abandoned concerned about hurting her. Even better, as he took what he wanted from her, while she took her bliss from him. Hips and breasts bouncing in tandem, fighting against his grip on her shoulders. When he pulled her down his length again, she clenched, holding his fast within her depths. Waiting for him to lull his head back in euphoria before releasing him. Mine, she moaned, moving again. Slowly, along his whole length. Letting his twitching meat tease her throbbing clit, letting the friction drive her wild. My Ellistairmine. Moans turned into gasps, raspy and desperate as her pleasure built. Her rhythm built, feeding and fed by desire, hers and his, theirs, as inseparable as their bodies tangled up together. Chasing that ecstasy became her entire purpose, as desperate as breathing. My loveEllistairI loveyou. I needyou...thismoreEllistair! Thighs locked upon her, holding him deep, fluttering muscles that trapped him within. This was even better than she could have imagined. Shed climaxed on fingers her own and others and against mouths Ellistairs and others but never upon cock before. That fullness, pressed into walls that tightened and convulsed, made it even greater. Dragging out her rapture, reignited each time he flexed within her. Sharing this passion with him, upon him, consumed Astrid. It wasnt the first time he would have expected this night, but it was the first he would experience.
Thread: In the Shadow of the Dragon (Corsair and Xana)

The first time he'd entered her had been glorious, intoxicating with the feel of her slick walks gripping him until he'd spent himself into her. But this time, with his wife setting the pace and taking her pleasure from him? He had no words. Instead, he simply threw his head back and uttered a long moan of sensual pleasure. Her rhythm sped and slowed as she rode him with abandon, and his lips and hands feasted on her flesh as she gasped and moaned in erotic delight. Take me, my love, he murmured, teeth nipping little weeks on her flesh, stinging marks he soothed with his tongue. Show... Show me... Astrid.... He gasped as clenched on his aching meat, and his fingers dug into the smooth muscle of her hips. Show me... Astrid... How much you... How much you need me.... Her whole body arched as she gasped, clenching tight around him, and his lips latched on to one hardened nipple. Face pressing into her chest, he suckled hungrily at her. Astrid climaxed with a hoarse cry that echoed from the walls, and the feeling of her slick pussy walls rippling on his cock made him gasp in turn. As her nails dug painfully into his back he moved his hands, biceps swelling as he moved her up and down his shaft, delighting in the feel of her clit dragging along his length. His own rhythm faltered as his own pleasure built, until he threw his head back in a wordless cry, thrusting upwards and pulling her down upon him. His head and body jerked helplessly as he spent himself in her, flooding her pussy with the liquid heat if his seed. Finally, breathing hard, he pulled her face to his. Perhaps, he murmured as he lingered over a kiss, we should try to make it to the bed for a third time..?
Thread: In the Shadow of the Dragon (Corsair and Xana)

In amoment, Astrid huffed, pressing her head against his. I dont wantto move yet. I just wantthis. She kissed him again, deep. Exploring him, memorizing him. Memorizing this moment, with the feel of his love, hot inside her, filling and completing her. I love you so much Ellistair. I still cant believe I am finally your wife. She kissed him, lips between lips, and then again, tongue pushing into his mouth. Hands wandered his body, arms and shoulders and that strong, firm back. I dream of this night so long. Fantasized about it, about you. She giggled, nipping at his jaw. Fingers stroked down his sweat damp chest. You were even better that I imagined. You feel even better than my fantasies of you. I dont think we should leave this room for a week! A wicked laugh followed, and her arm wrapped tight around him. Breasts pressing into his chest and she swore she could feel his heart beat, pumping at the same rhythm as her own. How would you have me, my love? Teeth caught an earlobe, tugging it playfully. Ive, uhnever been mounted. Not the way you suggested. Does it feel good?
Thread: The Upgrade (FxM, raceplay, and possible cuckolding)

RE The Upgrade FxM, raceplay, and possible cuckolding This was kind of a hit last week so here I am bumping it again
Thread: The Upgrade (FxM, raceplay, and possible cuckolding)

RE The Upgrade FxM, raceplay, and possible cuckolding Fielding suggestions for improvements to this
Thread: The Upgrade (FxM, raceplay, and possible cuckolding)

RE The Upgrade FxM, raceplay, and possible cuckolding Just finished the only plot I had going with this. So... it's opened up again
Thread: The Upgrade (FxM, raceplay, and possible cuckolding)

RE The Upgrade FxM, raceplay, and possible cuckolding Still have an opening for this lol
Thread: The Upgrade (FxM, raceplay, and possible cuckolding)

RE The Upgrade FxM, raceplay, and possible cuckolding Bump....
Thread: The Upgrade (FxM, raceplay, and possible cuckolding)

Bumping for the week
Thread: The Upgrade (FxM, raceplay, and possible cuckolding)

Have a new idea I'll be adding sometime soon!
Thread: Why Does the Caged Bird Sing? (Corsair and Xana)

I aint never crossed a man who didnt deserve it. The lounge of the Gilded Cage Hotel and Casino was packed this evening, as it was most evenings. Men in sharp suits and women in elegant dresses, the seats were filled with bodies, and their hands with filled with drinks. Cigarette smoke made up the hazy atmosphere, obscuring things beyond the low lighting. Conversations were scattered and light, as everyone awaited the start of the show. Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome to stage, the Gilded Cages own Mercedes Morello! The spot light opened, focusing its brilliance on the young woman. Light clapping and a few scattered wolf whistles could be heard as the band started up. The jazz singer positively glowed in her tight, floor length silver dress, with soft chestnut curls cascading down her shoulders. Warm brown eyes lit up with her smile, as rich and earthy as her voice, as scarlet lips opens to let out the long, low note. Ooooooohhhhh. Slender fingers slide down the microphone stand, and then back up as she moved up the scale, following the rhythm set by the piano player. For over an hour, Mercedes songs enraptured her audience, like the sirens of myth. Her voice was smooth and dark, the kind of voice to lure numerous young men to their deaths. Not that she had ever killed a man, or even raised her fist to one, but more than a few had come up with a broken heart, alongside broken bones, at the hands of her husbands men. Some at her husbands hands himself, mob boss Vinnie Morello. He owned the joint, and half the citys liquors connections. Chicago had been good the couple, even under the sweltering heat of August. Her set ended, and conversation returned to the lounge. Men drank, women laughed, and Vinnie enticed the police commissioner with a hefty briefcase filled with a thousand reasons to look the other way. Mercedes sipped at her own gin and juice backstage, soothing her throat after the show she put on. You came in early on Me and My Gin , she teased Tom, the trumpet player, poking him in the chest. The musician merely smirked at her claim, his teeth starkly white against his dark skin. So you listenin for me then, Miss Mercedes? Of course! Why wouldnt I? I just figure aint no one listenin to me, when they could be listenin to you. Mercedes and Tom laughed in harmony, until Mercedes reached for her drink. In the span of of a blink, Vinnie had appeared. You talkin' to my girl? Vinnie barked, getting in Toms space. Naw, sir. Nuthin like that. Stop it Vinnie. It dont mean nothing. Just talking bout the music. She grabbed her husbands arm, urging him away from Tom. Vinnies eyes filled with barely contained rage as he half turned to look at her, tugging his arm from her grasp. You aint gonna like it, if I see you talking to my wife again. Understood? Vinnies words barely held on to the semblance of control. Understood, Mr. Morello. Come on, Mercedes. You need to be getting to bed. Rest your pipes, and such, Vince insisted, bruising fingers digging into her arms as he longed her along.
Thread: Why Does the Caged Bird Sing? (Corsair and Xana)

Champagne, sir? William Stone glaned up at the waiter. Of course not, he said with mock severity, humor dancing in his grey eyes. That would be illegal. The waiter chuckled dutifly, the sound of a man who'd heard the same joke more times than he cared to think. William glanced back at the menu. But seriously, no thank you. I'll have the prime rib, with water and coffee. Very good, sir. William noted the slight sound of disappointment, but chose not to remark on it as the waiter collected the menu. The man made his living from tips after all, and drinkers usually tipped better. So he signaled to a cigarette girl and purchased a pack of Lucky Strikes, then lit up and waited. Both Emmett and Marilyn had, independently encouraged him to come to the Gildded Cage, for different reasons. Emmett had raved about the 'talent', implying that some of the girls didn't mind supplementing their income. Marilyn, for her part, had encouraged him to get out for an evening. To enjoy himself, and to check out Vincent Morello's club. Ladies and gentlemen, olease wekcome to the stage, the Gilded Cage's own Mercedes Morello! Mercedes Morello, he decided as the spotlight snapped on, was probably the reason the Gilded Cage did so well. She seemed to glow on the stage, lights gleaming on her bare arms and shoulders, and shining on the silver gown that hugged her curves. She'd be worth coming to see, even if she couldn't sing. And then she sang . Whoever said a good man was hard to find, Positively, absolutely sure was blind... Her voice was... magic. Despite himself he listened, enthralled as song after song washed over him . Somewhere during the performance his meal was served. Somewhere, he ate it. But listening to Mercedes sing, sing in a low, intimate voice that felt as if she were singing just to him, he never noticed. The set ended, and the spell was broken by thunderous applause. Slowly, life returned to normal. William toyed with his silverware, and drank his coffee, and for the first time in a year he considered taking the evening off. Considered enjoying himself. But then he saw Vincent Morello, laughing and talking to Chief Detective Michael Hughes. Expression hardening, he tossed a twenty on the table and rose. Enough playing. He had work to do.