Thread: Man Witch [Goody + Prince]

To be frank, Uther didn't have the patience for it either. Especially not with her legs coiled around his fit waist, a panted groan leaving him as she rocked her hips against him, rubbing the hungry bulge in his trousers at the soft, pliant warmth at her center. Hands cupping her ass cheeks flexed with a couple of needy gropes as he made the decision, his body graceful as he swooped them down to the ground, a cloud of dust kicking up around Alluna's shoulders and his knees as he laid her on her back. She'd returned to him, she wanted him, and he could only hope, although her motives were left unstated, that things would be different this time. Would he finally, after almost two decades of his own training and then rising as a trainer, be able to leave this place? Would she stay and tutor and they could work side by side, whipping the younger generations into shape, just as Peytar and Deirdre did? Either way, he was in a celebratory mood. He wanted to hear her voice raised and echoing into the vaulted steel rafters, amplified by the airy space of the training compound. After the years of his Alluna eclipse...he wanted his brothers and even the new trainees to know the moon shined for him again. Freeing himself of his loose training shirt, dense, hard-packed muscles rippled as he bunched up the cloth and tossed it aside, revealing a body browned by the sun, old pale scars of varying character decorating his arms, chest, and stomach. His back was practically clear, revealing him as a man who never turned and ran from a fight. Most of his scars could be seen for what they were, shallow bites from training swords. But a few here and there told deeper stories of fearless brushes with Death, the great Master. With renewed vigor, he began to kiss her again, hands working at the belt that held the night colored robes on her luscious, feminine form. Unwrapping her like a packed lunch, wrapped in layers of wax paper and twine from the butcher's, the silken sash sliding through his fingers in repetitive motions as he tugged at the middle, finding the ends, then again at the middle, knowing already from the way she'd wrapped her robes before, how to find her plush, feminine form beneath. The robe drifted open, his scarred hands pushing it aside to reveal her creamy, porcelain skin, letting it fall from both shoulders and off of her beautiful athletic curves. His lips danced with hers as his hands traced old, familiar paths, smoothing over her tight, fit stomach, giving one of her breasts a coaxing squeeze as he passed to drift to her back. Fuck... he muttered against her lips, smiling softly as one hand cradled her back, fingers stroking appreciatively over the bunching, rippling muscles there. You've been keeping up with your work outs. Maybe we should have started this by sparring. He loved to fight with her, the way she moved, the cunning and intuition she possessed in the midst of a brutal fight. She could knock him out if she got through his defenses and he loved that about her. With her legs still caging his hips, Uther loosened his belt, his mouth pressing bruising nips and kisses along her neck and collarbone as he worked himself free of his stifling prison, the loosened trousers bunching low on his backside and thighs. 9 of excited, veined manhood jutted from between thick, muscular thighs, a more dark, browned olive cast to his virile piece than the rest of him. He was uncut, his erection naturally forcing his foreskin back to reveal the glistening, rosy-purple head, and his balls, for all their heavy, rounded weight, were compact and tight under the thick, corded muscle that topped them. Rubbing his curved cock to slide teasingly between her legs, dividing her plush, pale pussy lips with it, lathering her up, even as he let her wet the length of him, Uther latched his lips onto one of her nipples, tonguing the soft, spongy nub to wakefulness, grazing his teeth against the erect flesh in a titillating manner. If he knew any better, he wouldn't keep his throne overtop of her for long if he didn't get to business.