Cross. Part One - Sex Stories

Cross. Part One

... was anticipating their meeting. She began to glow with a soft radiance, a dim red light emanating from her perfectly curved form. Abraham could see the wetness running down the inside of her thighs, and he squeezed his cock. As drops of precum rose from the tip, Stella’s eyes flashed. Her pupils dilated so heavily the deep blue of her eyes was soon completely hidden underneath a veil of black. They met, and as their skin pressed together, there was a distant rumble from the base of the building. Cracks ran along the floor where the metal of the stairs met concrete, and the light from the stairwell went out completely. Basking in the warm radiance coming from Stella’s body, neither noticed as the temperature in the room rose dramatically. Abraham took her around the waist and lowered her to the floor, neither flinching as their bare skin pressed against it. Their gazes remained locked, unblinking. He placed himself at the entrance to her pussy, and rubbed the head of his member along her opening. She shuddered, but smiled devilishly as he prepared himself to enter her. Abraham looked inside himself, then. He found that force that had so assailed him before, and reminded it to remain in check. He didn’t want to release that until the time was right. Then, without a word, he pushed himself into Stella’s pussy. He entered without retort, and as he felt the warmth of her envelop his cockhead, he knew this was going to be a struggle. Where before they had attacked one another with ...

... the force of their minds, this was a battle of pure energy. Their entire beings were at stake here, and neither was willing to let go so easily. “I don’t need you to tell me what you are anymore,” she breathed, “I can feel you there now. Hello, cousin.” Abraham said nothing, simply stared into the inky depths of her eyes as he continued to push himself into the tight confines of her waiting pussy. She was so warm, so perfect. Every curve of her supple body glowed with that soft red light, and he could feel the mass of energy that was her core pressing against him. It was as if this looming specter of flame and passion was pressing the walls of her sex against him, ever tighter, ever deeper. He sank into her, his erection pulsing with heat as the wickedly amazing texture of her silky flesh compressed around him. He began to pump into her with a steady rhythm, and Abraham knew he was pleasing her. He could see it in the frustration on her face, the way her lips pouted so sexily as he delved into her. Then, something began to change. The angry energy between them dissipated, and Abraham stuttered in his movements for a moment. When he met her eyes again, they were no longer black. They were a deep, rich, velvety green. Green the color of life, of joy and passion. These were not the eyes of the temptress he had began to fuck. These were her eyes. Abraham gasped, and something inside him faltered. This one was powerful to be able to see inside of him like this. No creature of such ...