Thread: Halloween on a Haunted Hill [Lady Grimoire x Acitar]

Whilst Miles himself was becoming increasingly concerned by their unexpected guest, Sylvia for her part didn't seem at all bothered in the slightest by the drunken stumbling presence that had nearly tripped over them. Though the worry of being caught was an ever mounting feeling of anxiety for him he was also loathe for Sylvia to stop given how amazing it felt he found himself putting more effort into being quiet, stifling the need to gasp or whimper as her tongue worked around that sensitive crown of his shaft in a way that was difficult for his mind to articulate beyond it feeling incredible. The sensations in his shaft lingered even after she had paused whilst his first instinct was to ask what was wrong he couldn't risk opening his mouth to ask her with the the other party-goer peered into the darkness for now being unaware of their presence but that could change any second or so it felt. Before he could really take in the fact that she was deciphering his taste she had lent back in, that tongue once again literally feeling like it was everywhere in fact, it felt like it was coiled around his shaft like a snakes but the ramifications of that were burned away by the white hot pulses of pleasure it sent through his shaft, which now twitched and flexed like prey trying to escape that wet muscles grip. Her lips advanced as his hips kept trying to escape his control, seeking that warmth, that wetness that tight tug of suction even as his eyes were torn between what he perceived as approaching danger from the stumbling gait of the girl and the sight of Sylvia with his throbbing erection encased in a very soft pair of lips. He was starting to tremble from the sheer effort of resisting the pleasure, not due to any great desire to do so but more so he didn't start helplessly moaning and draw the attention of the uninvited guest whom had stumbled across them. It even looked as if she might literally stumble into Sylvia whose attentions were still focused on the trembling length of his shaft. He knew better than to try and pry her head away given she'd already demonstrated she was stronger than him, not to mention the way her tongue was massaging the nerve packed crown of his member was making it difficult to care about much else beyond the pleasure. Whilst she seemed more concerned with the fact she couldn't swallow him whole, each time he expected when most people gagged they wouldn't attempt again but Sylvia seemed determined to get all of him into her mouth and didn't seem too concerned at how much noise she was making or how close he was starting to get to a powerful feeling climax. Though any attempt to think about their approaching problem kept blanking from his mind each time his tip nudged her throat. The white hot buzz of pleasure was welling up through his shaft in a way that made his knees weak, his hands were in her hair more to help stop him sliding down the tree than a desire for her to stop as he struggled not to moan out loudly, nor pant too heavily. The idea of holding back alone just seemed to make it feel better and better and better until the world around him seemed to collapse as his eyes struggled not to roll back into his skull, his body straining to contain the ecstasy threatening to burst through his shaft.