Thread: Skin Deep... To The Bone [-Haru & Candy-]

What did these two creatures of eternity think of the princess now that she had left her clothes in a piled heep, forgotten within the next room, her body beneath them quiver, shaking, aching for another earth shattering orgasm like moments ago? Was she still suited to be their queen? Or had her status been dropped because she displayed her inner whore, that secret temptress that had been locked away because she was thought as sinful, as wicked and as something a princess should not posses? Those ageless eyes the eldar possessed said nothing to Amirah even as she swallowed mouthfuls of sweet oxygen greedily. When that fine elven cock was slid back into her wanton cavern and she tasted him again, she sighed softly until the sweet gift of air was denied to her again and she was once more choking on the swollen flesh that occupied her cavern. It terrified her yet in so many ways it ignited in her that same coiling feeling, that same pinching within her sex, that rush of blood that signified the tidal wave of orgasm. While she desired nothing more than to keep her gaze locked upon the handsome visage of Arcturus she knew she couldnt as her world began to spin in dizzying colors within her vision. While her head may have been spinning like a top, her body knew how to respond, how to react to the sweet affections that were occupying her nethers. As Odilon finished lapping up her sweet honey she had so freely given him, he returned that wicked mouth to her engorged and sensitive clit where more of that sweet, tremor inducing shivers coursed through her body that sweet, shapely form of hers bucking and twitching in silent thanks. Even within the dizzying state of blacking unconsciousness she felt her entrance being probed, being teased open by the proverbial key to her keyhole, and by the gods did it feel fantastic! Her body ached and burned with the desire to have a man enter her! For eighteen years she had been told it was wrong, it was perverse and it was a sin to lay with anyone but her husband but she wondered how could something so condemned feel so goood ? She did not care as her wanton desires overtook her and she reveled in her pleasure. Yet she knew that when Arcturus entered her and he did not press forward that he did not take her maidenhood, not quite yet anyway. This puzzled her. However when her well endowed lover withdrew his cock from his lovers throat, allowing her to gasp for air and the world came back into painful focus, she was grateful, her body now slack against where she lay but even as she gasped for air she laid little kisses along the shaft that rubbed against her cheek so provocatively. Even as she showed her gratitude to the General she silently envied them it appeared that their bodies were smooth, hairless unlike her own which required constant grooming and attention or it threatened to reclaim ground. It was within her silent pondering when Arcturus brushed his smooth testicles across her lips did she shutter and realize what he desired of her. Much like his cock the princess knew she needed to be careful, to be mindful of hurting him or being too rough, too eager, so she leaned up onto her elbows and dragged her tongue across the wrinkled flesh, tasting the sweet earthy taste of his flesh. What transpired next was a pain so intense that the princess cried out in pain, her body ached and arched upward and her nails dug into whatever was within reach. It felt as if she was being split in two and as if someone had forced a branding iron up into her sex. Fresh tears welled up in her eyes as she fought the urge to sob. Upon hearing his voice so lovingly coo to her through her searing pain, she looked up to the only face she could see and her eyes broadcast the pain that wrecked her body. Did she wish to stop, now that she was no longer pure and her hymen had been broken by someone other than her husband? What would he think of her once they were married and they attempted to conceive and heir? Past teachings from her own father told her that her husband to be would be cross with her and would give him the right if he so wished to have her beaten until he was satisfied or branded with a mark of shame. All worry evaporated as throbbing pain reminded her that her body had been ruined by another, but within the pain, pleasure was mixed, flooding her body with that sweetest of sensations. Arcturus acted as a fine distraction from the pain as his body slid further up onto her face and intrinsically her tongue ran along the smooth skin of his taint and then over the puckered skin of his ass. It was strange, did women within this realm truly do this to their men or did these elves much prefer the touch of another man? There were so many unanswered questions Amirah had but none she would vocalize until she had come to her senses first and she was no longer within the throes of passion