Thread: Taking Back What's Ours ( Jan  & Vulgrim )

Sexuality was will was power. That was the philosophy of the Sylvan people, and that was how it always had been. Therian, having been without sex for so long, was dis-empowered. But now that she was with him again, he was coming back. He was coming back strong. And the humans would, she knew, would regret the day they had ever set their sights on Sylvos. But revenge would come later. For now, all that mattered in the world, all that existed in the world, was him and her. She looked down at that raging cloth-covered hardon pressed firmly between her breasts, and had he not taken her hair into his hand and stroked it behind her head, she would have teased him mercilessly. She would have kissed him and licked him and, grinning mischievously, looked into his eyes and taken his stiffness into her teeth just long enough for him to feel a prick of fear. And then she would have taken his zipper down with her teeth. But she could feel his lust, she could see it in the way he handled her, the way his rapid in-and-out breathing made his abs pulse, the way he fumbled with a button on his trouser and simply tore it off to expose himself to her. It had been so long since she had see him, standing up tall and strong in all of his glory. His cock was pale, like his skin and his hair, and smooth at first glance. But as Sylvia continued to stare at him, veins began to line the belly and sides of his shaft. Fat, coarsing, juicy veins, emphasized when he gripped himself. And yet, the reddened head of his cock was smooth and sleek and perfect, even though it was as big as her fist. He compared himself to her, then, pressing his member against her soft pale cheek, but she barely noticed this. She was staring at his cock, positively entranced by it, before even he precame. That slight jolt of pleasure alone produced more seed than most men, most Sylvans even, could in a week. She placed one hand on him. Then the other. And even with his hand still gripping his cock at the same time, there was a healthy inch of shaft and the head of his cock still visible. She couldn't even get close to wrapping her fingers around him. Briefly, she rubbed him with her hands, caressing him really, as she nuzzled her pretty little nose and her soft fair cheeks against the girthy underside of his fat cock. Only then did she allow her tongue to part her lips and clean up the precum he had leaked, all the way up to the head of his cock. She then looked into his eyes, gently stroking him, her breasts pillowed softly against his thighs. The picture of beauty, she ran her tongue around his cockhead once--just once. Let me show you, she said. And then, shutting her eyes, she began to kiss all over his cock, from the head to the meaty midsection, where it grew far thicker than her wrist, her forearm even. Most women were dainty with this process, timid even, and so was she... at least to start off with. But within seconds, her kisses were open mouthed and wet and audible, and her own arousal was beginning to increase. She pressed her face against him shamelessly. After all, he was her husband. She felt no shame for giving him the pleasure he deserved.