gratification. Whisper pulled his fingers free
and gave her wet core a soft slap, then a bit harder.
Whisper ran his mouth
along her still stinging thigh. He didn’t say anything, but she felt him smile
against her skin. He licked at her hole. Whisper stood. His erection was bigger
than it had been in the near the tub. It pulsed between his legs, and the dark
tip slowly dipped into her core. Morrigan’s back arched. Her legs began to
shake, and she cried out as he slipped inside her. Inch by slow inch, it was
wonderful, erotic torture. When he thrust home, she gasped and came again.
Her inner muscles worked
around his cock, and Whisper groaned above her. He pulled out, sitting back in
the chair and taking her clit into his talented mouth. She was breathing heavy
now and pulling hard at the ties around her wrists. He was testing her with
slow licks then a few thrusts of his fingers. She wanted that damn orgasm.
Right now. “Whisper!”
He obliged and suckled,
sending her into another violent climax.
Whisper stood and pushed
his cock deep, and his balls slapped against her ass. Morrigan called his name.
She made it a chant as he thrust into her. Only four monumental thrusts and he
pulled free. She was empty, needy, and opened her eyes to look at him.
Whisper walked over the
other table. He grabbed a candle, the flame burning bright as he neared her.
Morrigan shuddered. She
had never done the whole wax play before. Whisper tilted the candle over her
body, and a single bead of white wax landed right over her nipple. She let out
a long moan at the sting of heat. Whisper dropped more wax on her other nipple.
Then he created a line between the two points. Sting after delicious sting,
Morrigan squirmed with the need for release. He grinned, fangs showing, as he
began a path down her body. There was a splat of wax over her ribcage and
another dot near her bellybutton. He tugged on her piercing and then the wax
moved to her thigh. Once again, he sat in that wooden chair and he let the
candle burn. The wax fell like lava down her inner thigh. Her core was creamy,
her body screaming, and she needed release. “Whisper!” Damn the man, how could
he taunt her at a time like this?
“Behave,” he said in his
deep voice. “I’m not done playing with that pretty pussy yet.” His wings
fluttered behind his back.
Morrigan groaned and
then smelt smoke. Whisper blew the candle out, letting the last few drops slide
down her knee. He then took the cool side of the candle and pressed it against
her core. The thing was nowhere near the size of Whisper’s handsome penis, but
she got a thrill as the candle entered her channel. He pushed several inches of
the waxy candle into her hole. Her inner muscles squeezed it as Whisper stood.
He retrieved the second
candle. Whisper stroked his cock, handling his balls as the wax began to spill
on her breasts, drop after drop on her receptive skin. She squeezed the candle
inside her harder. Did he want her to beg? Could she do that? It was against
the very fiber of her being, but at that particular moment, the thought did
cross her mind. Each bead of wax was like a sting of his palm. Her nipples were
drenched in the white stuff, and it was drying, caking over her peaks.
Whisper sat back in the
chair. He shifted her hips upward, blew out the candle, and placed the cool
side against her back entrance. Where the hell did he come up with these ideas?
Morrigan hissed out a breath as the candle breached and slowly pierced her ass.
The path was already wet from her creamy pussy so it didn’t take long for it to
be pushed in.
“What a sight.” He
stood, surveying the aching place between her legs.
She was pierced with two
candles with her breasts covered in white wax, and that’s exactly how Thame
found them. He walked through the vines and with wide eyes said, “I
heard...screams, which could have been groans...” His golden wings fluttered.
“Didn’t even know this was back here. Nice seeing
and gave her wet core a soft slap, then a bit harder.
Whisper ran his mouth
along her still stinging thigh. He didn’t say anything, but she felt him smile
against her skin. He licked at her hole. Whisper stood. His erection was bigger
than it had been in the near the tub. It pulsed between his legs, and the dark
tip slowly dipped into her core. Morrigan’s back arched. Her legs began to
shake, and she cried out as he slipped inside her. Inch by slow inch, it was
wonderful, erotic torture. When he thrust home, she gasped and came again.
Her inner muscles worked
around his cock, and Whisper groaned above her. He pulled out, sitting back in
the chair and taking her clit into his talented mouth. She was breathing heavy
now and pulling hard at the ties around her wrists. He was testing her with
slow licks then a few thrusts of his fingers. She wanted that damn orgasm.
Right now. “Whisper!”
He obliged and suckled,
sending her into another violent climax.
Whisper stood and pushed
his cock deep, and his balls slapped against her ass. Morrigan called his name.
She made it a chant as he thrust into her. Only four monumental thrusts and he
pulled free. She was empty, needy, and opened her eyes to look at him.
Whisper walked over the
other table. He grabbed a candle, the flame burning bright as he neared her.
Morrigan shuddered. She
had never done the whole wax play before. Whisper tilted the candle over her
body, and a single bead of white wax landed right over her nipple. She let out
a long moan at the sting of heat. Whisper dropped more wax on her other nipple.
Then he created a line between the two points. Sting after delicious sting,
Morrigan squirmed with the need for release. He grinned, fangs showing, as he
began a path down her body. There was a splat of wax over her ribcage and
another dot near her bellybutton. He tugged on her piercing and then the wax
moved to her thigh. Once again, he sat in that wooden chair and he let the
candle burn. The wax fell like lava down her inner thigh. Her core was creamy,
her body screaming, and she needed release. “Whisper!” Damn the man, how could
he taunt her at a time like this?
“Behave,” he said in his
deep voice. “I’m not done playing with that pretty pussy yet.” His wings
fluttered behind his back.
Morrigan groaned and
then smelt smoke. Whisper blew the candle out, letting the last few drops slide
down her knee. He then took the cool side of the candle and pressed it against
her core. The thing was nowhere near the size of Whisper’s handsome penis, but
she got a thrill as the candle entered her channel. He pushed several inches of
the waxy candle into her hole. Her inner muscles squeezed it as Whisper stood.
He retrieved the second
candle. Whisper stroked his cock, handling his balls as the wax began to spill
on her breasts, drop after drop on her receptive skin. She squeezed the candle
inside her harder. Did he want her to beg? Could she do that? It was against
the very fiber of her being, but at that particular moment, the thought did
cross her mind. Each bead of wax was like a sting of his palm. Her nipples were
drenched in the white stuff, and it was drying, caking over her peaks.
Whisper sat back in the
chair. He shifted her hips upward, blew out the candle, and placed the cool
side against her back entrance. Where the hell did he come up with these ideas?
Morrigan hissed out a breath as the candle breached and slowly pierced her ass.
The path was already wet from her creamy pussy so it didn’t take long for it to
be pushed in.
“What a sight.” He
stood, surveying the aching place between her legs.
She was pierced with two
candles with her breasts covered in white wax, and that’s exactly how Thame
found them. He walked through the vines and with wide eyes said, “I
heard...screams, which could have been groans...” His golden wings fluttered.
“Didn’t even know this was back here. Nice seeing
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