Thread: Slaves of the house - Lingering Desire/Ryax

She had received a more whoreish training from one of her previous training, her graciously molded body had obviously been used for fouler things, but such were not the ones of this house. Her new house was more pure, not a whore house, but a place to gather his Master Gerland's slaves, be it pleasure slaves mostly, but he had an impressive collection, each and every one beautiful, never more soiled once they set foot in here, only loved. Leyland enjoyed her approach however, because seeing such a look and expression of desire towards you from the one your heart thumps for is a delicate and sweet thing hardly able to be explained in mere words. Once her fingers touched him, his heart thumped faster. Once her hands trailed up to his shoulders, his heart thumped harder. Once her lips met his, a warm feeling enveloped him softly spreading throughout his flesh as he felt invigorated. She smelled sweet, the scented body oils, soap and shampoo working wonders on her previously grime covered appearance. She broke the kiss so quickly however, he wondered why, but stopped so once her lips caressed his quickly again. Soft, a bit moist, a wonderful pair of lips she had on top of everything else she already had, it was as if she was crafted by the gods themselves to please any man that could fetch her from the other. Straining to keep to himself, to let it be business and not purely pleasure, he was failing. Her body just out of reach, anchoring himself on his figure as she stretched herself up on her toes, so close, yet so far away she seemed even as she was kissing him. A tease like that. The final straw was drawn when she suddenly let her truth slip her throat, the man's defenses caved and he could no longer keep away. He no longer wanted to train her, instead he wanted to mount her and welcome her home. Returning her kiss as he had already done, he more so let his tongue caress her lower lip softly, as if inviting her to play a game of tag. He could no longer contain himself, the lust and attraction towards this slave was definite and could not be denied anymore by him. Slipping his right arm along her waist, his hand trailing her shape across her back as he brought her in close to him, their bodies pressed together. He could feel her soft bosom against his steady chest, her lower abdomen teasing away against his desire for her down below. While he had another hand, it was not long until it too was occupied, moving it to caress her bottom, helping to press them closer together at that. A burning desire showed strong for her, the flame within his lower abdomen coursing through his nerves and poisoning his head, craving her supple flesh against his any way possible. After a mere moment, but what felt like an eternity of pleasure for him, he broke their kiss, his lips sliding down her cheek to her neck, planting a few soft and lusting kisses along it before he stepped back just out of range. Desire in his eyes, he looked at her, watching her reaction and anxiously awaiting what she would see fit with the next thing he would like her to show him. Say your Master was aroused after this. What would you do next to help your Master get rid of this affliction?, he asked her, wanting to see which way she fell and how she would approach it, introducing a bit of freedom for her, but also a way to introduce suspense and surprise for himself. He didn't simply want to command this woman to do his every bidding, at least not for this time.