She was quite adorable. She tried to talk to him while kissing him, little 'mwah's and 'hmmg's of fleshy passion coming from her mouth as they touched.
“So I should now confess some things to you, Xaunidor.. -kiss- ..since I've known about you a year now, but never knew your name.” What? The plot thickens.
“I carry Eldromag, an old god. Or, so he says he is”, and then she did it – she glanced and pointed at the sword with her eyebrow almost sleazily. “I stole him from the ruins of Bar'el two years ago.” An explosive piece of the puzzle fell into place – so shocking it might take the edge off the arousal for a brief moment, and that was saying a lot. Of course! How can you have special power, and yet carry no traces of mana, no runes, no echoing spells, and no noise-making trinkets? Just be. That is, be a being.
Many thought of living, sentient things as having two eyes, two arms, two legs, and a mouth with which to speak. Such was not the case with ancient gods, especially those remaining with a form easy to disguise. In this case, it was the sword carried by Meriumae. She was no more wielding a blade than walking hand in hand with a partner through life. She actually waited, watching the face of Xaunidor to see him work this out in his conscience.
“Now, as you grasp it, it is important for you to understand what I think of Eldromag. I hate him vehemently. I will murder him by any means I can, as soon as possible. He drills my mind with suicidal recommendations and buffets me with depression. The more light I shine on myself, the less bad he can think of to insult me with. The more I kill, the more he respects me. If I hadn't 'appeased' him, I would have thrown myself from the top of your tower, and at the minute before impact, he would have protected me from death, just as he always does, because he needs me to plead his case to the world.”
She stepped back as the grave story lingered on, the sensation of her kisses still tickling his lips. Fluid was running down her inner thighs in glistening streams now, and she seemed to circle him slowly, a hand caressing his abdomen, hips, ass.
“He needs an avatar”, she whispered, closer to his ear from the side, breasts enveloping his bicep as she leaned on his profile, kissing his neck a couple times, “Fuck him, I say. I've waited a long time to enjoy the words of a man like you... with the ring of truth in them, Xaunidor. Not just a cat call. You're getting me tonight. And tomorrow. And the next day. I want to be full of you. You are his opposite. He calls me ugly and worthless.” Her voice even cracked. A bit of humanity was showing, the shells of mechanized pragmatism dropping off her one by one. It was, of course, her only real defense against the onslaught of the swords emotional attacks.
Xaunidor
He listened to her. And his eyes actually got a touch wide. Why? He recognized the name. Eldromag. It was familiar enough to confirm what she was saying. Unless she had taken the time to do research and come up with this dilute plan to fool him, for what? Something that would be free anyway. Even if she didn't want sex she could have still stayed in the tower. Because even if he hadn't been aware of the specifics it was clear something was amiss. But he wasn't being repulsed by her, no - the arousal, well, that should have been stifled the moment it became clear she was in need of help. He'd never met a woman like her before, she was honest and straight forward. Was not afraid to go after what she wanted. At first it had been hard to tell the difference between what she kept secret and what was real.
Goodness was she sexy. He couldn't help it, her touch and her proximity. The nectar between her thighs made him exhale a sweet, soft sigh. He wanted to touch again - was reaching to with the near arm, touching along her inner thigh to collect some of her nectar. In front of her, the genuine sign of affection demonstrated as he licked the nectar from his fingertips. His eyes closed in a slow, long blink. Though, despite his inability to resist her - which was becoming clear was entirely natural, that this might have happened anyway, that these two people would have met and at least fallen into lust and affection very quickly.
"That's... quite a story", he had to focus, her breasts were making that hard, well, everything was. Her plush lips and pretty eyes, the brilliant, bright hair. It took a lot of will power for his hands to grasp her hips as he turned. He was thinking though. Working this out. The catalog of his books and thomes rolling through his mind. Removing the connection between an individual and a possessed object, if that's what one could call it. If there was a man that could help her she had found it.
"I believe you Meri", he said, looking at the sword, which appeared really unremarkable. Perhaps this was a form of punishment for this demi-god. To be stuck inside a sword that wasn't even comprised of good steel, not crafted by any of the masters of the smiths in the region and there were a number of them. The blade didn't even look very sharp. A hand rose and cradled her neck and head, fingers in her hair as he spoke, "I doubt I need tell me - but you are an incredible woman. And you need not bother with such lies. I have not and will never lie to you", if she really had heard of him that would be one of the traits commonly mentioned about him. He was honest, whether for good or bad, "I can help you. Whether by spell, feat or with the help of somebody else that can - I am part of an order of wizards. If I cannot find a solution they can." He wasn't certain, but perhaps just being around him would be enough to resist the emotional and psychological influence. He was there, after all, kissing her, touching her, the man's natural sensitivity and thoughtful nature very genuine - much unlike the dull blade across the room. Perhaps if she kept herself away, kept herself with him instead that the connection would fade? Or the demi-god would grow bored of her. He wasn't certain though, this was all quite new to him, a first, but he had heard of these things before. Once the connection was severed it was a matter of storing the object somewhere. And one of the wizards in his order was a collector - that is, enchanted objects to supposed cursed objects, like the sword, kept away from the world.
He was pulling her in again, facing her squarely. "Lean on me, in the mean time. I will contact Xaviant - the west wizard. You believe me, yes? When I say you are wonderful. An angel in this realm. Natural beauty and a very sweet demeanor." If this was a trick, well, he had just swallowed the hook, didn't he? But maybe he didn't care either. She was everything he could have dreamed of in a companion, lover and woman.
Xaunidor: (I really love this rp. lol. I'm gonna go hang with a buddy of mine for a while. But I will be back later tonight. I'll stick Xau about lurking, him or Jhanothai or Jakaiya. Probably Xau, looking for you. Alternately you can have a messenger if you want it - again, not necessary, I'm just not always lurking. I have them all I think, trillian has all of em and I have skype as well.)
Meri: (I'll just stay in this chat, and on TK.)
Meri: (Whipping up a post too.)
Xaunidor: Okay, I'll do the same.)
Xaunidor: And I'll bookmark this link. We save the link the rp is saved)
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Xaudinor: (apparently I have both a Xaudinor and a Xaunidor. lol hahaha. Anyway, bbl smile Hope I see you! Really enjoying the rp, it really shows some great promise)
Meri
She got her arms around his shoulders, and with splendid and almost weightless grace, she lifted her leg until the underside of her knee was touching his shoulder. The toe on that leg pointed at the ceiling above, and she bumped her highly vulnerable crotch against the front of his pelvis. The wetness soaked into his clothing. She was biting her lip, nose to nose with him – she just couldn't wait any more, could she?
It was strange that she had to explain everything just to help him understand why his compliments worked on her. They weren't just the sort a pig at the tavern might say, or the looks of a cowardly highway merchant. “Oooh m'lady, so exquisite and beautiful!”, she'd heard it all. Xaunidor was real. She felt lucky – Eldromag was fading off, silent, unable to get through. Her honesty proved its impeccability when she opened her mouth again, this time her tone quite creaky and hot.
“I hope you're really enormous...”, she panted bluntly, “...I've always fantasized. Y'know, I'm rather small.” Fuck gods, fuck kings. Where had she been all this time? She'd evidently been raised in the school of thievery and lies as a gypsy – who else had such drama, such thick thighs and hips, such grace? Somewhere in her life, she must have learned the utter chaos of untrue witness, and decided to be done with it all – like a stray cat learning what having its head stroked for the first time is like. A pure convert.
Meri: (I like it too. ^^ Talk to you tonight.)
Xaudinor: lol. Wow. can't wait to continue. hahaha
Xaudinor: BBL!)
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Xaudinor: Hi. smile
Meri: DAng!
Meri: You there?
Meri: I lost the log file.
Meri: It doesn't save everything.
Xaudinor: Aww, that sucks. Yeah, it will only save part of it now. That's a new thing, it used to save it all.
Xaudinor: As premium it might save everything.
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Meri: Got it.
Meri: Did a Save / Print.
Meri: It had everything from the beginning, downloaded the HTM
Xaudinor: Ooo, clever. smile
Xaudinor: Never thought of that. Okay, I'm back now, just had to get on some comfy clothes. Posting.
Meri: Gotcha.
Xaudinor
If there was one quality he valued above everything else it was honesty. Anything short of that tended to waste time, waste effort and caused confusion. So what he appreciated most about her was that she was in fact honest. That wasn't to say any of this was readily understood either. He had never been this affected by a woman before, not once not ever and a part of him felt that he didn't deserve any of it. He had been blunt and crude with her in some ways but also couldn't help himself. That wasn't to say she couldn't stop him, on the contrary, each touch and kiss he gave she responded to in turn and endeared him more and more - because of that, enticing to give into what he wanted most.
He appeared to be in awe again, as her limb was lifted up high, impressed by her again with a steady and pleasant look. A little smile formed, the hand that had been on her hip lifted and traced it's fingers along that lifted thigh. "You manage to impress me at every turn..." And despite all his hunger for her it wasn't as if he was losing control, he just wanted more, didn't want to stop kissing and touching, wanted to watch bliss watch over her face and listen to the endearing woman talk as he did so.
Her statement of his size was understood, no doubts there and without hesitation had his hands low and between them. The simple trousers were unfastened and allowed to drop, boots and all, reflecting her nudity with his own. He didn't say anything, instead, a hand went up and reached behind his shoulder to lightly bring one of her's about and between them. She could peer down, if she so dared, alternately her touch was brought to the warm and thick flesh hanging over the hairless globes that comprised all that the man was. He must have ranged roughly seven inches in the current state, visibly pliant and flexible but also clearly enticed to arousal as well, somewhere between dormant and full - but he showed certain promise to grow even more, to thicken, widen and harden with the right stimulation. A single thick vein was evident as well, hanging over the healthy and heavy sack. He let her be the judge and any touch from her would warrant a cool and calm exhale and a response from his body. While primed the man spanned no less than nine inches and would be a handful for her to grip, even from the base to the wide and soft corona at the tip.
"You fantasized about... about me?", that was a first for him. A smile forming, feeling flattered that a woman he found exotic and gorgeous might have actually thought about him in such a way. He felt confident that she wouldn't be disappointed but was interested in what she thought in turn. While one hand remained holding her aloft thigh the second, which had guided her's below and between them went up to embrace a breast again, her full flesh more than plenty for his palm and fingers to hold but it didn't linger there, lowering - perhaps like her, to touch, his fingertips kneading over her soft, wet mound and adjusting a single finger to snuggle into her slit and crevice and up into her honeypot. With a finger wriggling within her he leaned his neck to steal a light kiss, unless her gaze was low to admire his body, his kiss would sample her lips softly, like before, with his tongue interested in acquiring her sweet flavor again.
Meri
She stole a look or seven. Frequently, she was not making eye contact because instead, she was kissing him, or gazing hungrily at his shaft. The way her legs were posed made it essentially impossible for her to move away, and when her back hit the wall, she was pinned well enough for plenty of sexual abuse. Panting between words, she went on to explain.
“There was a contract... big bounty, placed on Startear. A year ago. I was done for, Eldromag almost got me. One night.. -kiss- ..I was killing a mountain lion. Found men encamped on the coast, whispering about the Meteor. Said you did it. To save so many, you had to. Such bold honesty.. to admit to yourself what must have been done, with what you had.”
She smiled at him, pushing her hips forward so that the folds of her tiny mound shoved against his still pliable cock. As it hardened against her, she could hardly speak through her panicked, anxious breathing.
“So I -.. looked for you. Didn't know what your appearance was like. No one did. Then the Blostein's men found you tonight... I was hunting them. Knew you were close, I could feel it... hnn! Almost like you were hunting me more than I was hunting you..”, she paused for a moment, eyes all misty and weird; she looked almost like she felt socially awkward for a moment, making a nervous laugh before finishing her statement. “Now I get to be fucked by you”, she panted, with a mysterious awe, “the one that calls stars down...”
Xaudinor
He listened to her - and again was impressed. Most people had no clue who he was, that is, those that called him Startear were from the north primarily, the kings and lords - it was both a title and label, something that gave him renown as well as infamy. And he was not proud, no, not at all - sealing the cave, keeping away the mindflayers had saved perhaps an entire country from slavery or much, much worse. At the expense of people that he knew, those he knew personally and for many years, whom stubbornly had stayed and built their homes from the frozen scrabble and tundra, from the Silver Range(called this because of the silver mines and veins all over the mountains. The cave that had been sealed was actually quite small, a form of arcane magic had provided the means for transportation rather than linking it to the underdark below - in such a case it would have been moot to have done so, he had both collapsed the small cavern itself as well as destroyed the runes and enchantments that made the portal possible. And she could see the shame in his eyes, the regret - given a choice he would do it again, he would have to, perhaps what he regretted most was his inability to articulate and express what was really happening and why they had to leave.
He did continue to kiss her though, light and sweet, stealing samples of her lips and tongue, perhaps only to distract him from the truth. With the amplified mage tower, the same they were in, had nearly collapsed and the feat had nearly killed him, his manipulation of the electro static energies having created enough of a gravity well to bring down the massive rock to essentially create a town-wide crater. None of the kings, those that knew why he had done what he did blamed him. It was only those that were truly ignorant or perhaps those related to the deceased that really threw blame his direction. It had taken nearly a month to recover from the feat and trauma it caused, part of this trauma still lingered as well.
His hand below moved, squeezing the thigh that supported her weight and adjusting his hips forward as the slowly hardening penis was primed by her. After another sweet kiss he said, off topic, "I won't hurt you - I promise", her anxiety stealing his heart and from that point forward retaining a stronger sense of will. He thought he could see a bit of fear and that was certainly not something he wanted her to feel. As she continued the corona was nestled closer and was splitting her flower, the petals parted as the tip snuggled against her warm mound.
"It's true, I was looking for you... my Obsidian Angel", he probably had heard of the titles bestowed upon her prior, before she had mentioned them, like she had with him. And similarly, he hadn't known what she looked like, only some details. The sword, the lantern and a battle prowess that could not be compared. It was partially true, what was really astonishing was her uncanny ability to heal. He kissed her again, as she seemed anxious and awkward.
"I'll go very slow", his attempts to put her heart at ease. But perhaps it wasn't that she was afraid, just maybe a little intimidated? Perhaps by him, this powerful wizard who's reputation traveled faster than he did, or maybe she just got what she wished for, a big cock to stuff her pussy with - among other things no doubt. He wasn't sure but wished to show her she had nothing to fear, his hips fluidly pressing. The woman was adjusted again, the hand below hoisted her from her foot, the strong arm and hand supporting her weight with ease and providing the crooked arm for her leg to drape outside and over. This let him align their bodies much easier - but she may feel trapped, which could be both thrilling and intimidating, that big cock had nowhere to go but into her little wet cunny. And it's tip was pressing softly, mindful of her expressions and reactions as the corona slid beyond her slit and inched inward, into her folds and the tiny canal.
Meri
She waited, holding her breath in a timed fashion as he pushed himself into her. With a little squeak coming from her throat when her other leg was lifted, she felt the sheer issue of gravity now urging her pussy down his length. The expression on her face was genuine. She actually really liked him, in an almost juvenile sense. She couldn't have been older than twenty-five, in any case, and girls often form strange crushes. In her case, she admired his sense of duty, which may have brought shame to him, and it did, but for her? She had no close friends, necessarily, as a gypsy, and sacrificing people for some ulterior cause was something she was quite accustomed to by now.
No wonder she was quick to admire him in such a w---
“Now you've done it”.
A voice? A woman's voice. Meri's face changed a tiny bit, a movement in her eyebrow.
“Two become one. I will never understand why. Oh, how I hate it. Of course, she doesn't actually love you. You're just another cock in a list of a thousand cocks to squeeze. I should know, she's been squeezing my hilt for two years already, and she doesn't love me at all.” It was a very dusky woman, matured and vile sounding, but not like a hag. Well spoken, viscous, hissing like a snake or spider. POWERFUL. The voice was weight, on the shoulders. Hanging overhead, all around, on the earlobe but not in the ear. Not magic. A presence, pure and malicious, violent. Tearing, but not wailing. Cold, biting, ravaging, itching. This was not a demi-god. This was a GOD. It was almost enough to ruin the whole moment.
As his cock sank deeper, Meri moaned a couple times, trying to swallow her own voice. Could she hear that voice? Maybe. It was clear who it was, of course. Well, damn.
Xaudinor
How does one deal with a god? Trapped in a sword, no less, attached to this poor woman whom had clearly chosen to attempt to cling to the man who had caught her attention. Were there enough good priests in the world - would a priest, cleric or healer even matter? Xau paid no mind, acutely aware of what was happening as he allowed the woman's weight to lower as his hips were adjusting to fit into her slowly. The poor woman had a curse about her, the attention of something with pure malice. But what could he do, really - but to try and please Meri? Were her emotions, the power of her heart and mind enough? Would removing the sword from the environment even matter? This was such an unusual case for Xau that he may actually request the entire order to meet - most of them would probably be very keen on at least hearing the story in person.
The spiritual presence probably would not find much resistance there. Not until the wizard figured out a way to at least isolate the thing, the sword - if this were even possible. And maybe he understood a bit as well. Maybe this creature, this being was actually jealous, envious of Meri, her youthful, natural beauty, her ability to attract the young, handsome and powerful wizard who had the body to please her in ways perhaps few others could? It didn't matter, several inches of his now hard, rigged and veined penis was throbbing within her pussy and he began a fluid motion, starting with subtle, gentle sways, pushing an inch or two and dragging himself back slowly, pumping perhaps only a third of his penis as he intended to let the woman gradually accept his invasion.
His kiss was eager for Meri's, as easily as he was distracted before, the rich, sweet flavor of her kiss and his attentive, sensual tongue was interested in occupying her mind as well. Against the smooth, seamless wall she was also lifted and eased down, only slightly of course, the man manipulating her as he saw fit as he began to fuck her. He wanted Meri and wasn't going to give her up easily, if at all. The north mage had been through quite a lot in this life and if this 'god' had any real power it wouldn't be stuck in a stupid, cheaply made sword, would it?
Meri
“Just ignore her”, she whispered to him as she locked eyes with him, their breathing meeting in the middle, making this intimate little pocket of scents that made hot sweat creep to the surface of his skin.
“I've waited so long to be with you, and I didn't even know it then”, she murred, eyebrows curling up. She really was just a young girl with a crush, wasn't she? She certainly picked a good man to stalk, even if she never really stalked him physically. She didn't know how to pick her fallen gods, though.
“She's so cute”, the voice chortled in the background. As they kissed, the voice seemed to fade away a bit, “Gypsies are very good at creating distractions. Say, shouldn't you be drinking yourself to death? I would be, if I had murdered my friends with a meteor because of some self-appointed ---”
“Shut up...”, Meri' cut in. Silence for a moment, and she shoved her hips forward, absorbing more of that precious cock. She wanted to coat it completely with her nectar, give it a smooth, mirror glaze. Every new inch of depth squeezed another reaction out of the pale-skinned girl, her wide hips widening, breasts bouncing a little. “...Take me hard”, she begged as he started to thrust, her teeth baring cutely a few times. “I want you really badly”.
If that was true, the sword had a very serious problem – in fact, the back story was becoming very clear. It had tried to keep her away from him! She was fighting to get him, when she didn't even know why... except, she knew that Eldromag didn't want it to happen.
Xaudinor
He was what she needed, more and more he could see that. Fate may have brought them together with or without the sword, it was with a strange sense of irony that their meeting had occurred perhaps years earlier than without the sword. The more tightly to squeeze a handful of sand the more grains you would lose, after all - more bees with honey, that kind of thing. And that was Xaudinor's inclination. The dull blade's attempt to upset Xaudinor would fall on deaf ears - it was not this things place to judge, perhaps not even his own and he paid little or no mind to the voice. Frankly speaking, between the kissing, Meri's cute and adorable voice and the coo sounds he coaxed form her was very much enough to have the man completely forget what it was they were dealing with. Truth be told, sometimes one had to embrace what was - it wasn't like the sword was about to sprout legs and arms, right?
He grunted hotly when the woman let her weight drop and shoved a fair portion of his penis into her depths. The remainder was gradually pistoned with that fluid, effortless motion, soon he had her pinned and aligned nicely and his naked lower body was quietly tapping her wet groin and thighs as they fucked. A question was likely an easy distraction for her, "How does my cock feel?", whether he was or wasn't all that she hoped for the man was certainly trying his damnedest to become what she had envisioned and fantasized about, even if at first it was just a very powerful, potent lover. The man's voice resounded a sensual and desperate sound of pleasure, his short but firm movements dragging perhaps four inches back to firmly replace his sex back within again in turn.
Soon the man was manipulating her body, pulling her from the seamless wall as his hips were driven forward, making their bodies impact audibly to fill the room with their clapping flesh. Peering down now, she could watch as the man was enthralled by how nicely she took him, all without a second thought or hitch. "Nnng", was a noise he made, eyes fixed on her beautiful, split pussy and his penis that was giving her that which they both wanted. "I want to cum on your breasts", he said to her quietly and with shallow breath, painting those hot, rich ropes of cum over her body was an exciting and perhaps lewd prospect to him. If she judged by how he moved, how hard his cock was and the way he didn't seem to lose focus for any reason there would be no reason to think he was anywhere near finished with her.
"I want you to stay here... with me. Be my company and my lover." The green eyes rising from where they were locked together in pleasure, fixing on her's and smiling at her. A fine layer of sweat was beginning to form over his body, glistening and accenting his hard, defined body. By then his penis had a coating of her nectar and it made the transition from any point, whether with only the top or everything he had for her it was with effortless movement that he fucked her now. One hand remained under her ass, keeping her supported, the second was up again to claim one of her bouncing breasts and squeezing her asset that he had promised to coat in his cum.
Meri
The sword went silent. Their sex was too loud, too powerful.
“Better.. than.. ever”, she breathed, eyes watering up as she came again, her whole body squeezing and absorbing him. “Gnnhh! I can't.. I'm losing my mind..!” she whined, even her wavy locks of hair bouncing now. This was all in response to his question about how good his cock was. It was better than good, or words, really. She'd wanted it so much, but had no expectations. Was such a thing even possible? When she said she fantasized, what did she even mean? Fantasized about what? Something she knew nothing about? Her pussy was being split apart. The burning, sore, tickling, tugging, slurping shape of it, a little upside down heart, taking thrust after thrust of his thick cock. He was certainly too big for her – but that was the right kind of big anyway.
A shrewd response to where he wanted to cum spilled with blunt honest out of her mouth. “Whatever!”
By the time she'd cum for the third time, her eyes were kind of matted and her mouth was hanging opened, only moaning here and there rather than constantly. She was almost broken. “Can't.. stay”, she breathed uselessly, “..Have to kill Eldromag.. searching for.. means”. That was good. She could carry on a conversation during sex, so her mind wasn't completely gone. Her cognitive capabilities were gravely diminished, obviously, mind flooded with euphoric chemicals and desperate infatuation.
Xaudinor
He wanted desperately to be what she wanted and envisioned. She needed it. There were certainly selfish means in all this, he wanted her, wanted to win the woman and make sure she would linger and be his. The noble task of removing the sword's burden from her was another issue and one that would be taken just as seriously. He was grunting with each throw of his hips now, very pleased that the woman came what seemed a third time now, quickly exhausting her energy stores and likely to be in the same boat as her very soon. But he wasn't finished with her, nope, Startear intended to live up to whatever preconceived notion she had about him. Did she imagine him with a big cock? And stamina to fuck her like this? Perhaps she even hoped she would end up fucking him like this too, pinned up against a wall with her leg bent up high - as she had put it there herself.
But it was clear, despite any efforts to perform for the lovely young woman that he had limits himself - that between the fading will power and her squeezing pussy was manipulating his penis to begin swelling and filling with cum from those heavy, hairless globes below. One thing she would notice, he was very neat - his hair cropped and tied, the sides tied back behind him to keep the hair behind his ears and in turn the remainder behind his neck and shoulders, he had no body hair, had even a light aromatic scent that strengthened the hotter he got, as if the sweat now shining on his body had been enhanced by this. It was vain, of course but she would find that the wizard who was fucking her had a bit of skill in body manipulation. His penis would never cause permanent damage, though that might not be an issue, given her uncanny healing ability, one day this power may be stripped of her and it would be the wizard that kept where ever he stuffed that cock of his pristine and tight for him. In the mean time she could enjoy and experience what it was like to get 'broken in' by her potent lover.
The remaining moment of their first sexual encounter was powerful, his body was accenting the motions with firmer, harder throws forward and slower, longer drags out until his voice was heavy and seemingly losing control slowly. He stopped then suddenly, when it was clear his penis would burst at a second's notice, lifting the woman from him and easing the sensual lady down in front of him. She could see his penis throbbing in front of her, one of his hands low to cup her breast and hoist, "Push the other up", he said to her, his second hand guiding her's to lift and grip his penis to guide her petite fingers and palm to stroke him - if she wasn't already of course. If she had taken it upon herself to liberate the cum from him he would be happy to press her breasts up and together, the cleavage o doubt the target. It wouldn't take much, a few seconds of attention to the tip or a few attentive strokes and he'd cum.
The man moaned softly, the first rope free of him with vigor, laid out over her right breast, the aim dependent on whether she paused to direct him or simply kept stroking through the orgasm. The second and third rope, equally powerful made the man moan again, each jolt and twitch of his penis spilling another rope, crossing over the others, painting her breasts in what would seem random arrays or random pleasure and his manly seed. Had she ever experienced something like this before? Powerful, glorious sex, the man's fine penis and his rich cum, spilled over perhaps his favorite toys? He was breathing heavily as he finally seemed spent, that penis of his slumping slowly, though not losing much in length or girth the strength did begin to fade immediately. It was all too satisfying for anything else, but it was also possible for more, but both of them were probably too satisfied and tired for that.