The Battered Lamp Chapter Thirty-Three: The Vision of Hecate - Sex Stories

The Battered Lamp Chapter Thirty-Three: The Vision of Hecate

... freed from his control. Then Kyle would come for him and would sweep his Marid away without any effort. His tribe were scholars not warriors. He turned into a whirling mist, engulfing Faiza's form. His misty waters caressed every part of her body as he carried her. He flowed across her round breasts, playing with her wonderful nipples while his water wrapped around her limbs, sliding between fingers and toes. She shivered and gasped as he caressed her with his wet touch. He slid between her groin, gathering the droplets of her tart passion. Her pussy juices spread through his being. His mist tasted her everywhere. Her salty sweat, tart cunt, sour ass. Flowery perfume adorned her body and sweet unguents graced her hair. He played with every part of her body. “Oh, my husband,” she moaned as her body convulsed as he carried her. She shook in his watery embrace. “Yes, yes! Touch me. Love me! Oh, yes!” More of her juices flooded out, joining his mist, as she came. He delighted in her musk, swirling her passion through his entire being. He worked harder against her pussy, drawing out more of her juices, prolonging her shudders. “You are amazing,” she moaned as he sat her down on his bed, his body reforming out of the mist. He could smell her tart juices with every breath. His skin was covered in her passion. “No man has ever loved me so well.” Her thighs spread as she writhed on his blue silks. “Take me, my husband. Claim what is yours. Unite with Hecate and your reign will be ...

... unstoppable.” His cock was thick and hard, jutting before him. She grasped it, stroking him with her wanton hands. He fell between her thighs, eager to experience her flesh. He lowered his mouth, sucking a hard nipple between his teeth. “Oh, yes. You know how to please a woman. Umm, that's it. Yes, my husband.” Her hand stroked him harder, bringing him to his full girth. Her legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him towards her pussy. She was eager for his cock. He nudged her wet folds. She was hot, burning for his cock. She rubbed the tip through her labia, pressing it against her maidenhead. This body was untouched by any man save for him. He pushed forward, not fast, he wanted to enjoy breaking her purity. She shuddered, moaning in pain as he pressed against her elastic hymen. It broke. The head of his cock popped in. She shuddered, moaning in pain and pleasure. He pressed his cock deeper, her flesh wrapped tight about his cock, giving way before his dominance. Her legs pulled him in, her flesh embracing him as she surrendered to her husband. She shuddered, arching her hips up, eager to feel more of his girth. “My husband!” she moaned. “Fuck me! Unite with me!” His cock bottomed out inside her. She was wonderful, hot, amazing. He had never felt anything like it. No pussy had ever gripped his cock tighter, surrounded him with more spongy flesh. She squeezed down, her pussy contracting about him, pulsing and massaging him. “You whore!” he groaned. “Your pussy is experienced.” ...