Framework of the Frontier Sain Artwell (ebook pc reader TXT) 📖

excited to dress up Rulu how you like?” A twinge of jealousy sharpened her voice.

William sighed, massaging Ember’s clit with the base of his thumb as he pulled her closer against him. He leaned down to bite at her ear as the girl began to squirm. “Now, I am excited by you. Besides, you have such a great style with your clothes that I wouldn’t know what to buy you.”

“Flatterer.” Ember snorted between lustful huffs, biting down a flustered grin.

“It is true though.”

“Mmmh… I would not mind if you… did… aaahm… ” Her words faded under a breathy moan. Ember clamped her thighs around his hand, grinding it slowly against her wet needy sex. She reached to grip his hair, tugging in an obvious attempt to earn a kiss, which he granted of course.

Soft lips parted under his and her tongue invited him in, begging with licks for him to enter her and take her. Then, when he did, she rewarded him with adoring devotion. The indulgence lasted until William pulled out for breath.

“I would not mind if you… …wanted to gift me such things. I…” She hesitated, biting her lip, struggling to meet his gaze. “…I would like to be sexy, for you, Will.”

A surge of relief and euphoria hit him, hard.

He squeezed her tight, dipping fingers into her and turning the absentminded fondling into a sudden chase for her pleasure. “You are. God damn you are.”

“Will— Ooohh. Fuuuck!” Ember bit down a loud mewl, fingers digging into his back.

“You are too darn cute and good for me,” William thought out loud. “I want to take you rough tonight if—”

“Yesss please!” He felt her cunt clench his fingers.

William chuckled, giving her nose a peck before, giving control to his lizard brain.

He wanted to use her mouth, that’s for sure, but also her cunt. So, he flipped Ember on her back, took hold of her jaw, and slipped a few fingers, pinning her down while shoving his cock into her with a sharp smack.

Eyes fluttering, she drooled happy noises against him, melted beneath him. One whimper sounded a lot like ‘more’, so William gave more, thrusting against her jiggly rear with intent to pound her brain silly.

She was so goddamn hot beneath him, heavy tits jiggling to the rhythm of their sex, lust-struck eyes locked on him, and luscious body bending to his desire, wanting him, serving him. Only him. Her silken pussy clenched around him with a slippery grip, making every single thrust a grind from pleasure to pleasure. Will wanted more of her—all of her.

He finished finger fucking her mouth, taking Ember’s legs and pinning the thighs up, up until her hooves dangled beside her. She let out a surprised yelp, which a kiss promptly converted into needy nibbles.

Their teeth clicked and William tasted blood, but their heat could not be paused. She only encouraged him, speaking between lewd pants. “More… fuck… I love you… Love you.” Ember hugged her legs to keep them up, adding, “Bless me… when you cum.”

“Yes.” Fucking brilliant idea. “You’re a genius.”

He chuckled, giving the cheeky cutepatoot’s cheek a wiggle. Using his freed hands Will took the liberty of letting his fingers devour her flesh, teasing tit and nip, gripping tight her hair, choking, and fucking her mouth as he clapped his hips against her hot sweat and femjucie glazed cunt, arousing a song of wild screams, moans, and pleas for the gods. He didn’t mind making his own, cursing and grunting as the inevitable release neared.

Words of the blessing rolled out in one breath.

With his next breath his pleasure peaked. A surge of cum pumped right against the wall stretched by his cock-head. Her soul’s touch stormed William’s in a rapid avalanche of pleasure coated emotions. They entwined into an all encompassing warmth, a weightlessness, and a whole bloom of different shades of adoration.

When he painted her twitching walls with the last load, William realized they’d been staring at each other for the last two minutes.

Breathing, his brain still recovering, William felt rising within him a sense of belonging he had not felt in a long time.

If ever.

She felt right. And best of all: She wanted him, his body, his love, his pleasure, his everything, as much as he wanted hers. She wasn’t right, she was fucking perfect.

William dove back in, taking Ember’s erect nips into her mouth as he toyed with her breasts, arousing from her the first moany syllables of the night’s second dance of pleasure.

He used the blessing again, glimpsing at Ember again, seeing this time a girl shy to admit that she wanted to be made to serve her man. Inspired, William took her by the horns and used them as handlebars while sitting on top of her, whipping his hips to fuck her throat. The way her fingers went livid on her clit encouraged him on.

Again he blessed her, when cumming into her mouth and again when using her slippery tits to stroke him back to erection.

It felt almost like cheating, like he had a magical shovel to dig into her soul instead of his words and time. With each blessing he turned up something new: A hint of lingering jealousy, a fear of him dying, a constant nagging doubt of her never being enough, and dread fear of allowing herself to be clingy. Truthfully, it was a little much to take in, and much of it was drowned by the more intense shared in that wild night of incessant breeding.

When they finally called it, after they’d become sweaty clammy messes of their own making. Ember could barely breathe. William noticed one of the moons had nearly traveled across the sky and light peeked at the horizon.

“Damn… This blessing is awesome,” he said, chuckling.

Ember’s breasts continued to rise and fall heavily. Bitemarks surrounded her nips