Thread: The Divine Punishment [TriniMad & darkest_fate]

By now, her booted legs had wrapped around his waist, holding on to dear life because most likely if she didn't, her shuddering body would just fall to the ground if he didn't catch her. Raelynn could only stare as the giant pillar of flesh pressed up against her toned abdomen, the tip pressing and nudging between her large breasts, just enough to peek out over the mounds when Deathwing rolled his hips up against her. Of course, Raelynn was naturally a taller woman than most, but even then - no mortal man could match this monster that left her shuddering and grasping at him even more. It was obscene, lewd, past anything she had even imagined herself doing yet, now drunk in the lust of the moment, she found herself just enjoying it all once Deathwing slid himself up, the sides of his thick shaft pressing and rubbing up against the inside of her large breasts. It wasn't so much of what he was saying as how Deathwing sounded sensual, powerful and confident. Raelynn had always liked people like such, and with Deathwing exactly her type and knowing exactly what she wanted... It wasn't a surprise how much she responded, moaning and becoming even more wetter at the tone of his voice, purring and low against her. But she was also listening to what he said, and the more he murmured, the more her fantasizes became reality how many times had she woken up, moaning from a lustful sex dream where she could have a man pushing deep inside of her to take as his and only his , only to find herself covered in her own fluids between her legs and an aching empty feeling that just begged to be filled? Wasn't that fantasy about to be fulfilled right now, by the demon that held and had already been lighting her on fire, pushing her towards her limits? The real question was Raelynn willing to give up her magic for him? Raelynn knew the answer her body screamed for it, and with the cock insistently against her torso, it was clear already. She loathed to part with herself, but to gain a part of him, to partake in the pleasures he promised her... Was it so bad? Perhaps it was the lust that was making her think, but the logical icy part of her mind that selfishly clung to her light magic was long squashed down by this raging fiery beast of lust that had awakened inside of her. Logic did not matter now any more, only emotions. She wanted his cock, Raelynn wanted Deathwing. Before he could claim her mouth again, she breathed against him fervently, her flushed expression fully giving over to the lust, Give it to me. Deathwing, please . If you're saying this much, then make it reality. Raelynn still had her feistiness inside of her, and she wasn't just content to just be kissing him only, sucking and making those lewd wet noises that only heightened the sexuality of the moment even more. No, her hands were active now with her legs securely around his waist and arching her hips up to grind her completely wet clothed crotch against the base of his cock, clenching her muscles to let her lips tighten and move against the shaft - even plated as it was, Raelynn had no doubt that it was as sensitive as any other cock, if not even more. At least, it offered some small relief to have her clit rubbing up against him, the words he whispered making her already throb even more. Raelynn had always noticed Deathwing gazing at her chest, and practically every man she walked by gazed at it. Before, she used it as an object of desire, and if he was going to play at this game of temptation, so was she. One hand grabbed his wrist, and she pulled back slightly without breaking the kiss to press his palm against a breast, soft and just inviting to be played with if he wanted the constricting bra and clothes on top of it off. It was an invitation, a subtle nudge towards wanting to go somewhere they could indulge fully, not just stand around and grind on each other witlessly as they were now - still fully and frustratedly clothed. The lust was thinking, and Raelynn was now a helpless victim to it, moaning against the demon. But it wasn't enough, not yet, not until he made good on his word. Her other hand teased him even further sliding the hand in slightly shy fascination as she felt the ridges and bumps under her fingers as she squeezed tightly, then imagined it in her. It was enough that she struggled to free her tongue again, fighting harder this time to part from his mouth. After a moment, she managed to, gasping again with her chest heaving, and to make her point clear, squeezed him tightly around the tip with a finger rubbing against the leaking slit as she breathlessly and vehemently hissed against his lips, Either we stand around here, or will you make your words into action, Deathwing? I'll still calling you on being a bluff if this is all you're going to be doing.