John pushed the slab under Rave’s bed. With the Bloodfallen possibly striking at any moment they always stayed together and tonight would be no exception. Especially not with all the fun activities they had available. It was fortunate that they had Aclysia to keep watch during the night.
“How does it work though?” John mumbled and waited for some kind of buff to appear, “Does it need some kind of signal or…?”
“Well, I know a signal I can give.” Rave’s sultry tone caused John to turn her way. Already, she was naked. Even the hundredth time around, he still marvelled at her. From the smooth surface of her long legs up to her athletic, toned butt and trimmed pink pussy-hair, over her flat stomach, small tits with the perky, pink nipples and finally her face. The half-Japanese was smiling teasingly. “Like what ya see, tiger?” She asked and brushed her pink, wild mane aside in a dramatic motion, twirling one of the longer, curled strands around her index finger afterwards as her blueish-pink eyes rested on John.
“Every time.” He said truthfully and walked over. Pulling Rave closer into his embrace, their lips met. With passionate, loving motions, they kissed. Rave’s hand travelled down and unbuckled his pants simultaneous to their tongues whirling. The second his pants fell, he got the pop-up.
Rave being affected as well was evident through their kiss. It rapidly grew more heated. Moaning, Rave grasped his cock. She started slowly, moving her nimble fingers up and down, stimulating the sensitive points and sending little jolts through John’s body, heightened by the magic of the slab. His own hands travelled lower until they arrived at her soft ass. He dug into that perfect backside. Rave giggled lustfully in response.
“Let’s move this,” she whispered before shoving John towards the bed.
He fell into the cushions that covered the mattress. Rave was quickly on top of him. They kissed for a few more moments before Rave, her legs spread, let his cock slip inside her wanting hole. They both moaned in pleasure as she slowly sunk downward, enveloping his dick. The last few centimetres, she dropped, gasping when he hit the depths of her cunt.
“Ooooh, I do love your size,” she purred. Rave closed her eyes and enjoyed the moment of fulfilment for just a second. Her hips drew one little circle, before her lips fluttered open again. “This needs to go!” she decreed and quickly pulled John’s shirt over his head.
Now as naked as she was, John raised his mouth to her chest and started to kiss her nipple. His left hand flicked the pretty pink crown his tongue was not occupied with. Meanwhile, his right one reached down for her clit.
“Oh yesss!” Rave hissed wantonly, as Nimble Hands did its job, combining with the Slab of Horniness to make Rave feel swift bliss. However, this bliss was still not the highest they could reach today. They both knew that. Rave’s gyrating hips were proof of that.
The wet folds of her pussy drenched his cock. Sticky juices overflowed, soon connecting their sexes with long, gooey strings. Her insides massaged every centimetre of his dick. The rotations of her hips were smoother than those of a belly dancer.
His girlfriend’s arms wrapped around his head, a hand clawing into his hair, forcing him closer. Eagerly, he doubled down on his numerous assaults on her willing curves. “Tiger, this is a-ah-wesome,” she moaned and raised her hips.
In rhythmic motions, she bounced her hips up and down, each movement filling their worlds with lightning, gasps and shouts. The many sounds of lovemaking reverberated through the room together. The wet noises of sex, of his dick penetrating her folds over and over again, interwoven with her sweet voice.
Each time their hips met John lost the ability to concentrate on his tongue for a moment, a groan of ecstasy escaping him instead. Rave’s fingers dug deeper into the back of his head, her whole body tensing further and further.
Faster, faster still, she bounced. John wanted to taste more of this pleasure. He started moving his hips as well, finding a rhythm that suited them both, stretching her tight pussy with each thrust of his respectable manhood. “This.” Rave gasped, “This is….”
“….Really goooooood.” John finished the sentence for her. The Slab did its work perfectly, their normally awesome sex pushed up to eleven and becoming something above awesome, ultra-awesome, John didn’t know a word, his brain cells were currently fried by an endless assault of lust that poured through him like liquid fire.
Rave tensed up completely, her breathing ragged, her voice an incoherent mess of screams and moans. Her whole body showed the sudden orgasmic bliss that exploded inside her from one second to the other, drowning all her senses in a sea of sexual fulfilment. Her pussy tensed with the rest of her, tightening to a choke that almost would have stopped him from moving but John was close and his dick wet from all the juices Rave leaked in her orgasm and so he carried on fucking her through it and towards his own release.
It wouldn’t be far off. Just like his girlfriend, John was too sensitive in the first place to even recognize how close he was. Simply stepping from a constant height to an absolute climax, he raised his hips one, two, three more times and then his semen pumped up from his balls in a sudden explosion. It painted her insides with his seed. The white cum spilled out of his cock in spurts each as powerful as the last. He kept cumming and cumming. She kept screaming and screaming. Together they spasmed, until the need for more overtook them.
They moved, despite the orgasmic pleasure numbing all of their senses, their bodies still moved, instinctively demanding to lengthen their partner’s time at the top of the world. More of his seed filled her, more of her shouts filled the room. Time was a distant blur. Until, all of a sudden, it snapped back into focus.
John collapsed backwards onto the mattress. He hadn’t felt this drained since he had gotten these powers. Each drop of his seed had been pumped into Rave in the messy, prolonged orgasm. Rave was quivering on top of him, struggling to calm her breathing. “We… are keeping this…,” Rave stated.
John had no complaints.
John pushed the slab under Rave’s bed. With the Bloodfallen possibly striking at any moment they always stayed together and tonight would be no exception. Especially not with all the fun activities they had available. It was fortunate that they had Aclysia to keep watch during the night.
“How does it work though?” John mumbled and waited for some kind of buff to appear, “Does it need some kind of signal or…?”
“Well, I know a signal I can give.” Rave’s sultry tone caused John to turn her way. Already, she was naked. Even the hundredth time around, he still marvelled at her. From the smooth surface of her long legs up to her athletic, toned butt and trimmed pink pussy-hair, over her flat stomach, small tits with the perky, pink nipples and finally her face. The half-Japanese was smiling teasingly. “Like what ya see, tiger?” She asked and brushed her pink, wild mane aside in a dramatic motion, twirling one of the longer, curled strands around her index finger afterwards as her blueish-pink eyes rested on John.
“Every time.” He said truthfully and walked over. Pulling Rave closer into his embrace, their lips met. With passionate, loving motions, they kissed. Rave’s hand travelled down and unbuckled his pants simultaneous to their tongues whirling. The second his pants fell, he got the pop-up.
Rave being affected as well was evident through their kiss. It rapidly grew more heated. Moaning, Rave grasped his cock. She started slowly, moving her nimble fingers up and down, stimulating the sensitive points and sending little jolts through John’s body, heightened by the magic of the slab. His own hands travelled lower until they arrived at her soft ass. He dug into that perfect backside. Rave giggled lustfully in response.
“Let’s move this,” she whispered before shoving John towards the bed.
He fell into the cushions that covered the mattress. Rave was quickly on top of him. They kissed for a few more moments before Rave, her legs spread, let his cock slip inside her wanting hole. They both moaned in pleasure as she slowly sunk downward, enveloping his dick. The last few centimetres, she dropped, gasping when he hit the depths of her cunt.
“Ooooh, I do love your size,” she purred. Rave closed her eyes and enjoyed the moment of fulfilment for just a second. Her hips drew one little circle, before her lips fluttered open again. “This needs to go!” she decreed and quickly pulled John’s shirt over his head.
Now as naked as she was, John raised his mouth to her chest and started to kiss her nipple. His left hand flicked the pretty pink crown his tongue was not occupied with. Meanwhile, his right one reached down for her clit.
“Oh yesss!” Rave hissed wantonly, as Nimble Hands did its job, combining with the Slab of Horniness to make Rave feel swift bliss. However, this bliss was still not the highest they could reach today. They both knew that. Rave’s gyrating hips were proof of that.
The wet folds of her pussy drenched his cock. Sticky juices overflowed, soon connecting their sexes with long, gooey strings. Her insides massaged every centimetre of his dick. The rotations of her hips were smoother than those of a belly dancer.
His girlfriend’s arms wrapped around his head, a hand clawing into his hair, forcing him closer. Eagerly, he doubled down on his numerous assaults on her willing curves. “Tiger, this is a-ah-wesome,” she moaned and raised her hips.
In rhythmic motions, she bounced her hips up and down, each movement filling their worlds with lightning, gasps and shouts. The many sounds of lovemaking reverberated through the room together. The wet noises of sex, of his dick penetrating her folds over and over again, interwoven with her sweet voice.
Each time their hips met John lost the ability to concentrate on his tongue for a moment, a groan of ecstasy escaping him instead. Rave’s fingers dug deeper into the back of his head, her whole body tensing further and further.
Faster, faster still, she bounced. John wanted to taste more of this pleasure. He started moving his hips as well, finding a rhythm that suited them both, stretching her tight pussy with each thrust of his respectable manhood. “This.” Rave gasped, “This is….”
“….Really goooooood.” John finished the sentence for her. The Slab did its work perfectly, their normally awesome sex pushed up to eleven and becoming something above awesome, ultra-awesome, John didn’t know a word, his brain cells were currently fried by an endless assault of lust that poured through him like liquid fire.
Rave tensed up completely, her breathing ragged, her voice an incoherent mess of screams and moans. Her whole body showed the sudden orgasmic bliss that exploded inside her from one second to the other, drowning all her senses in a sea of sexual fulfilment. Her pussy tensed with the rest of her, tightening to a choke that almost would have stopped him from moving but John was close and his dick wet from all the juices Rave leaked in her orgasm and so he carried on fucking her through it and towards his own release.
It wouldn’t be far off. Just like his girlfriend, John was too sensitive in the first place to even recognize how close he was. Simply stepping from a constant height to an absolute climax, he raised his hips one, two, three more times and then his semen pumped up from his balls in a sudden explosion. It painted her insides with his seed. The white cum spilled out of his cock in spurts each as powerful as the last. He kept cumming and cumming. She kept screaming and screaming. Together they spasmed, until the need for more overtook them.
They moved, despite the orgasmic pleasure numbing all of their senses, their bodies still moved, instinctively demanding to lengthen their partner’s time at the top of the world. More of his seed filled her, more of her shouts filled the room. Time was a distant blur. Until, all of a sudden, it snapped back into focus.
John collapsed backwards onto the mattress. He hadn’t felt this drained since he had gotten these powers. Each drop of his seed had been pumped into Rave in the messy, prolonged orgasm. Rave was quivering on top of him, struggling to calm her breathing. “We… are keeping this…,” Rave stated.
John had no complaints.
