Thread: Certain Doom, Interrupted (Methos and Autumn)

Androkles was a prince and while a princess was likely to guard her virtue somewhat jealously, needless to say that no such standards were applied to their male counterparts with any frequency. He certainly had some experience although it seemed unlikely that shed ever really know much about that aside from perhaps benefiting from his prior practice. He did pay rather close attention to her body, how it felt, how she reacted and what she expressed with respect to what he was doing. It was easy to predict a response to certain things but he knew well enough that she would respond to things slightly differently than any other for everyone had their peculiarities. He heard her describing how her body felt warm and seemed to burn as he pressed himself into the depths of her sex. Hed nod to her as his lips would consume her own in a kiss. A mischief look crossed his face as he said quite simply Good, if you felt icy cold Id be doing it wrong. His body lay atop of hers, that muscle form astride her. His body shifted to let his hips vigorously pump his thick, throbbing cock into her. He crushed his hips down into that lithe form, pressing deeper with each penetration as he sought to slake the lust that she caused to burn within him. He grinned as he heard Ambrosia relating in a rather earnest if excited manner that she felt like she was about to explode. He found her manner of relating that particular sensation utterly adorable. His lips pressed to hers as he kissed her rather hotly. She did seem an entirely perfect girl utterly sexually desirable but so sweet and pleasant of disposition that he could find no flaw in her. As she stated she felt upon the verge of explosion, his hips churned into her. His hips smacked into that slender form, roughly driving his body down against her own. With each meeting of their bodies he stabbed that cock inside her, letting it press within her sex as it formed a fleshy sheath for his manhood. He felt her tremble and then the gush of her fluids as they washed over his prick. Hed feel the flinch of her sex about him as her body arched and she made those eve so delightful feminine noises of pleasure. His thrusts inside her were coming in rather deep and even strokes, he press into that trembling form as the warm honey that slickened her channel eased his entry within her. He pressed into that taunt passage as the friction that virginal entrance provided him was divine. His thrusting prick sought to prolong her fit of trembling as she experienced it for the first time. She need not have invited him to use her as he would, for shed excited such lust in him that when his seed grew heavy in his loins he was going to do that anyhow! For he could hardly restrain himself from the urges that now consumed his form. His hips began to move faster, churning against her and bumping more forceful into that gentle form beneath him. Steadily hed bury his shaft inside her, his pace was quickening as lust was setting in upon him. He desired his own release with all its attendant pleasure. His blood raced through his veins as desire gleamed in his eyes. Lustily his hips would collide with hers, his cock pistoning inside of her as he claimed her luscious form as his own. He grew slightly more wild as pure instinct had taken over, his mouth crushed against her own and his form was tangled with hers. Thought had deserted him, save the fact he wanted and needed her. He desired her and sought to slake that desire within the nubile flesh that lay beneath him. Her sumptuous form delighted him and with each hurried and heavy through he found himself closer to the edge. A deep thrust that buried his prick inside that soft yielding sex caused a groan to part his lips. A wave of blissful pleasure would flood through him as his seed would erupt inside of her. A hot thick jet of sticky semen sprayed within her. That creamy fluid pumped into her in strand after strand, washing over the soft walls of her sex and coating her with his pungent essence. His seed spilled within her and his body would slow as a boyish grin would grace his lips. He looked down at her and kissed her. His hand stroking against her cheek as his claim was made upon her body in the most basic and ancient of manners. Perhaps sex made her a woman, but this made her his woman.