Thread: Opposites Attract (ClearSight & SomethingEsoteric)

She could have whimpered, could have cried, could have moaned and groaned and carried on like a child as she knew she was acting as if one, she knew her hips and pelvis were her own, knew their movement was a conscious effort, knew she could stop it stop the violation and degredation of her poor little holes could restrain herself from seeking more so desperately and yet she didnt, no, she kept rolling and rocking herself along the stationary fingers within, the odd jolt or shake, the odd after shock of her initial orgasm still ravaging her entirely in the split seconds of bliss beyond the droning despair of her very own personal bondage. Jovanna wanted nothing more than to feel those split seconds for the rest of the night but the wolf had to go and ruin it for her didnt she? Chagrined as she was, the were was an unmistakeable admission of disappointment in the utmost when the fingers were so cruelly removed from her desperate insides, she cried out, a final gout of her passion dripping from her soaked petals with Myras finger and she was humiliated, but desperate for more, she wanted to taste of every last sin and humiliation the mutt had, then, once shed dined on each and every of her own shed feast upon Myras Jo wasnt a mutt more like swine was the Queen. Then did the groan come, as she was referred to as a bitch in heat and damned or not she was inclined to agree she felt like a bitch in heat, felt the same lust for blood that was her reality replaced by a lust for ecstasy and humiliation, to be roughed up, smacked around, fucked like a whore and left in a puddle of her own sinful fluids the plan began to leave her mind, the intentions of entering Myras, of beguiling her into a jabbering mindless mess who could cum from a simple flick at her ear, it all just faded away, all that existed were her raw ass and her dripping cunt, all that existed was the deep carnal need for every last drop in the swine. Egh ihit mmmhngg she tried to speak as she was lifted from the throne and set down to the ground with a moan, her body appearing barely able to support itself, one of her arms shaking beneath her as if it wanted nothing more than to be elsewhere, truth was, it wanted nothing more than to be between her legs rubbing her clit, trying to remedy the hard throbbing swell it screamed in a voice their ears could never register, her knees and palms cried out in the graining coarse irritation of the foot-rug beneath her, her swollen ass hole cried out to be fucked till she collapsed her tongue hung from the side of her mouth near her chin, dripping with salivation for the sweet taste of what was to come she needed more! she wanted to feel alive again. It was true, she loved it, she loved every last bit so when Myras tongue slid back inside it should come as no surprise the guttural admission of pleasure that swelled in her stomach and tore through her throat as her behind reared back into Myras face graciously, greedily, needy as shed been since theyd met. She felt the sensation through her entire body, the swirl of Myras tongue making her wriggle and warble, making her cringe with delight as her eyes rolled back in her head and her own tongue curled back into her mouth to press against her cheek, pinched between the left top and bottom rows of her teeth. Hhrgle jus jus shut up and fuck me! She urged her with desperation as Myra leaned back and pinned her close by the waist, she didnt even call her mutt this time. Inside, her two fingers pushed passed the ring of muscle and nerves and dragged along the walls of her sinful desire, making her cringe and sigh with relief like the fingers were a vaccination more like a fix, more like an injection, more like a milk of the poppy and its intoxicating trickery. When Myra began to truly fuck her though, do as she was told and as she too demanded ironic how they both fought each other for the same results Jo chocked, shed not expected the first pound and certainly not those that followed. She began to roil and jerk, struggle to keep herself on her hands of knees as each furious movement smacked her ass and stretched her hole. It was only a matter of time before she crashed, the side of her face crashing into the rug as one arm shot forward, the hand clawing at the floor for escape while her hips and ass slammed back toward the fingers in rhythm with Myras assault like her upper half moved on instinct and the rest of her moved by her own volition, she did scream, she screamed, she cried, she chocked on her on tongue then started again but never Myra, never her name, never words, just unintelligible animal screams of ecstasy as one hand tore away from where it had been pinned below her chest and began to relieve the sweltering pulsation between her legs just below the repeated crash of Myras fingers. Whether it was Myras arm losing its strength or Jo losing her avaricious need to hold her orgasm the winner was undecided, but surely one would come to a head soon and the other would shatter, it was only a matter of time before Jo got what she wanted and Myra got what she wanted after all, right this very second, they were one and the same.