Thread: Dark Watcher[SeraphinaxLight&lemondrop_gag]

Kasimir let out a soft, pleased growl as he felt Natalias fingers curl around his cock, and leaned his head down, seeking the sound of her voice. His hearing was advanced, but he liked the slow way her words were forming, and how her whispers mingled with the pounding of the water against the tile of the shower. Im real, he assured her as she tilted her head back to look up at him, so that he could peer into her deep blue eyes. They were one of his favorite traits, even when they were half-lidded, glazed and distracted Especially that way He could sense the frustration even as it welled up inside her. Had expected it, whenever she realized what was going on. At the accusation, he bucked his hips, running his cock against her hand, adoring the little growl of anger as it passed her lips. Is that what youve been picturing, Natalia? He leaned down, so his lips brushed her ear when he spoke, tongue darting out to lick the shell lightly with every syllable. Youve been seeing yourself as my little fucking toy? Unable to help himself, he rolled his hips, seeking the pressure of her hand until she appeased him and, with another soft call of his name, began to move her hand. She was right, in a sense, because that was precisely what hed introduced her into. Being his little fuck toy, to do with as he pleased and to sustain himself upon. Soon, she would be the only woman he drank from, and the only one he used to pleasure himself. And he would be the only man she dared lust after. It was a small, welcome comfort when she relaxed against him again. Good girl, he murmured, kissing her forehead lightly. Harder, my pet. He used his free hand to curl his fingers around hers, tightening her hand around his erection as he continued the leisurely roll of his hips against hers, thrusting himself slowly against her strokes. With the pace set, he brought his hand up, taking one of her breasts in his palm to weigh as he twirled the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He wanted her and he would have her. Slowly. He would mold her to need him. He didnt seek to break her spirit, but to keep it for himself. She would slip, delighted to fall into the trap he laid for her, and find herself never wanting to escape. And to do that, he would need to be gentle with her gentle, but firm until she had decided that she would give herself to him. Wanted him to have her, all of her. For a very long time to come. Forever, perhaps. And she was so fresh and sweet. At her tightness the first time hed taken her, he knew that her fucks had been few, and not recent. Years ago, perhaps. And if that happened to be the case, he doubted the were very good. He would have much to teach her, and that prospect only caused him to grow stiffer in her hold. It wouldnt take long. Not at this rate. You enjoy every second, Kasimir chuckled, a deep sound that reverberated in his chest. So much that I have to stuff your own panties in your pretty little mouth to muffle your screams. Once Ive worked you into a frenzy, you beg for my cock. Assured that she was quite preoccupied with his cock, he reached for the soap and a washcloth, working up a thick lather before applying it to her body, starting at her shoulders, and moving down over her stomach, then returning to her breasts. He paid careful attention to each one, cradling the tit in his four fingers as he worked the soap over the sensitive skin with his thumb, never tiring of tripping over the hardened nipple. He took his time, sliding the cloth over her back, down to gently scrub her bum, until he was forced to slip his shaft from her hand so that he could brace her back against the wall. There, she could hold herself between the wall and the glass door while he slipped to his knees. He slid the soapy cloth over her thighs, carefully avoiding the warmth pooled between them as he nosed her legs apart. His latest bites were noticeable, but he paid them no heed, parting his lips instead to nibble terribly gently at her outer lips, working in a slow arc about the softest skin, one hand holding her firmly by the hip as the other continued to lather soap over her legs.