Re: Friend and Foe of Ancient Past (Demeter)
"Many!?" Idian exclaimed out of pure shock. "Just knowing we were going to have one was a shock..." he hummed, before embracing Demeter snug against his body, and sliding the head of his length into her folds cautiously, as if to test how welcome he was. Of course, what Demeter was possessed by was something supernatural, so upon his test, he'd find that she was more than wet enough. With the changes to Demeter's body, it seemed that being ready for sex was something that came quite easily. A mere lewd thought would be enough to make her moist. With Idian on top of her and his tip squeezing into her folds, she might as well be a waterfall named Demeter. Upon initial insertion, Idian's length slid straight inside until Demeter felt the entirety of his length sheath inside of her body. There was less force behind his thrust, as Idian just seemed to answer the sensation of Demeter's sex trying to pull him in and milk his manhood.
He was so impressed with her lust that he couldn't help but speak on it. "They're not all going to come out at once, are they?" he asked, trying to distract his mind from how tightly Demeter was squeezing his length. Though he couldn't contain his lust for long, not as Demeter would feel the corruption sharing itself with him, making Idian's pants for breath heavier, and causing sweat to run down his face. It was as if the difference in lust was attempting to establish an equilibrium between them, and was rather successful at it. Idian began to move his hips as a result, making impatient thrusts at first, still trying to show some restraint, but there was no resistance at all. The lack of reason to continue his efforts would crush his cause to fight the lust, and send Idian diving into the carnal act. "Demeter...!" Idian moaned, cupping his hands over Demeter's beautiful breasts and pushing his weight upon her as she'd feel his hot breath against her sharp elven ear. The feeling of his lips against her ear's tip would follow, before Idian licked her ear from base to tip. It would turn out that an elf's ears were quite sensitive, as Idian would notice.
Idian seemed to be of a mind to attack Demeter's newly discovered weakness. He'd grin and continue, placing kisses along her ear, sometimes holding the kiss and sucking while using his tongue to tease. After noticing that Demeter was building up a resistance to the pleasure on her ear, he'd move his lips down to kiss and lick her neck. He never stopped attacking her vulnerable areas with his tongue, nor did he stop his motions from behind. He was thrusting in full force, with lust and love driving his energy and force behind each impact of their flesh meeting together. With every pull out, Demeter, and no doubt Idian himself as well, could feel her pussy pulling on him longingly, as if so desperate to avoid parting with the beloved organ that gave her such pleasure. He'd pull out until his tip was nearly free, and then he'd take but a split second to catch his breath before diving in again. He drilled himself into her constricting sheath, moaning as her pussy sucked him in and clamped down on him, and letting all the air in his lungs out with a single huff as his crotch slapped against her ass.
If Demeter thought Idian's tongue torture was over in the midst of receiving his manhood in her manslayer, then she was wrong. She still had one dry ear left, and it was that undisturbed ear that was suddenly drenched in saliva from Idian's hungry mouth coming to suck on it as if her ear were some kind of treat. It was a treat as well, in a way. Any heightened moan of pleasure Demeter would release, Idian would consider a reward, moaning happily himself. If Demeter tried to speak beyond simple things, she'd find that Idian was far too lost in lust to comprehend anything beyond vague interpretations her voice tried to convey, and Demeter's sexuality as a whole. His hips were moving like a wild beast's, intent on passionately mating with the woman who entrapped him with her charm. Each impact was wet which allowed for a grand mixture of lewd sounds that created the alluring song that was their copulation.
Idian's fingers began to move around her nipples. Whether he intended to bring one pleasure after another to attack Demeter, or if he simply forgot about those pleasure zones in favor of her ears would be unknown to Demeter at that point in time. Completely focus on the object of his love, he was using every body part available to pleasure her, and doing so with a dangerous passion. There was a certain mad obsession about him to drive her crazy with pleasure, and the reasoning behind that was slightly obvious, as he himself was struggling a bit with keeping his own pleasure in check. His previous experience with Demeter had her on quite the dominant side and he on the weaker side, unable to keep up with her sexual endurance. With this... It seemed he was pushing to equalize the clear difference between them. It seemed far fetched that he could truly dominate Demeter, as Demeter was growing stronger, absorbing Idian's energy as he grew weaker among many other reasons. Regardless, it was clear he was reaching his limit as his thrusts became more desperate, and his lips gave a rest against her neck as he focused instead on how his length was beginning throb inside of her, which would be telltale signs to Demeter that it was nearly time for her to make like a pastry and get her cream filling.
