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Old old smut piece I wrote, like, when I was 17 or 18.
Laryn looked over the body of the nude woman laying across her bed, tanned skin glistening with sweat. The woman made no attempt to cover herself, despite being taken after sex to the lair of a demonic creature. Taken right from the arms of her man, who now laid dead in her old room.
Despite the woman’s eyes being closed, she was far from asleep, with her auburn hair spilling across the red silken sheets as she basked in the gaze of her demonic abductor, showing off her body as her mind filled with lust.
Laryn pulled her scarlet cloak slowly off her ebony shoulders, revealing the black and gray leathery bat like wings folded up on her back. She allowed her unholy appendages to stretch out to their length. Laryn now stood in her full glory, though still clad in her red leather brassier, elbow length gloves, and knee high boots, as well as her red silk, knee length skirt with a slit up to her hip, revealing the red lace thong with her movements. Her long sultry black hair was streaked heavily with crimson and cascaded smoothly to her shoulder blades.
The demon stood over her willing captive, and ran a gloved hand over the woman’s body, groping her breast, and feeling her stomach, smiling in approval with ruby lips.
Laryn ran her hand over the woman’s hip, to the inside of her thigh. The woman let out a small moan, and Laryn could feel the heat growing inside, the lust building. Laryn pulled off her gloves, and used one hand to gently run her hand over the sensitive skin on the inside of the woman’s thighs, while her other hand smoothly removed her brassier, letting her breasts free.
The woman opened her eyes to see her mistress’s half nude form, licking her lips at the sight of the dark nipples standing erect at the tips of perfectly formed ebony breasts. She wanted to feel them, to taste them.
Laryn pulled off her skirt, so that she stood before her new wench in boots and thong.
“You want it all off?” Laryn asked, voice barely above a whisper.
“Yes,” the woman replied, and Laryn slowly, very slowly pulled the thong down her legs and over her boots, which she left on. The wench stared hungrily at the hairless patch between Laryn’s legs, just waiting for a tongue to probe its wet depths.
Laryn’s own fingers crawled through the black curls of hair around her wench’s own pussy, feeling the heat pulsating from the depths. Laryn gently slipped two fingers within the wetness of her wench’s vagina. The woman moaned as her mistress pushed within her, her fingers rubbing against the walls of her vagina, sending waves of pleasure through her body. Laryn’s fingers began to slowly withdraw, began once again, slowly, inch by inch, insert themselves back inside.
“Faster,” the woman moaned out, but still Laryn moved at her slow, torturing pace. The demon slowly lowered her body over her wench’s. When their breasts touched, Laryn stopped lowering herself, and concentrated fully on the hand still slowly pushing in and out of the woman’s twat.
With her head tilted back she moaned for it to be harder, faster.
Laryn pressed her body against her wench’s, and complied. Her fingers began to thrust deeply into her wench’s body, sending pleasure washing through her veins. Laryn’s lips gently began to kiss the woman’s neck.
Laryn herself was quite wet, she could feel the juices of her own arousal dripping onto the woman’s stomach.
With one hand thrusting deep into the woman’s pussy, Laryn brought her other hand up, running her fingertips along the wench’s sides, while she began to bite down into the woman’s shoulder. The demon pressed her body hard against that of her captive’s, rubbing her clit along the woman’s stomach, while still thrusting with her fingers.
The woman moaned, beginning to grind her hips in time with Laryn’s fingers.
Laryn needed her own pleasure though. She removed her fingers, and brought them to her mouth. The woman watched as her mistress slowly sucked the juices from her fingers. Laryn looked down at the woman, and began to move her body upwards, until her pussy was right above the woman’s face.
“This is your feast,” Laryn said softly, lowering ever self ever so slightly.
The woman’s tongue immediately darted into the folds of Laryn’s womanhood, delving deep within her pussy and licking up her clit. Laryn moaned, her wench knew what she was doing. The demon’s hands ran up her own stomach before finding her breasts. She began to fondle herself, letting the sensations of tongue, lips and hand run through her body as her orgasm built up within her.
Laryn tilted back her head, letting her hair inch further down her back. She began to moan, pushing her groin into the woman’s eagerly waiting mouth. Her groans of pleasure echoed through her lair.
She didn’t let the woman stop eating her out, until finally Laryn’s orgasm struck. Her moans grew louder as more juices from her twat began to run freely into the woman’s mouth. She squeezed her breasts harder, pushing them together and pressing them against her own chest.
It wasn’t long before the pleasures of her climax ran through her. She fondling herself, stopped thrusting, and stopped moaning, simply enjoyed the sensations that were slowly fading.
The woman stopped licking, knowing what had happened. She waited patiently for her master to return.
Laryn lowered herself so she lay atop her captive, their faces mere inches apart. Laryn kissed the woman, and pushed her tongue into the wench’s mouth. She could taste herself on her wench. She broke away from the kiss, and stood.
The woman laying on the bed stared in disbelief as Laryn got dressed again. The demon merely smiled.
“You’re here for my pleasure, not yours. You want an orgasm, go ask your fellow whores,” Laryn said, roughly grabbing the naked woman to drag her to Laryn’s personal harem.
Old old smut piece I wrote, like, when I was 17 or 18.
Laryn the Mistress
Laryn looked over the body of the nude woman laying across her bed, tanned skin glistening with sweat. The woman made no attempt to cover herself, despite being taken after sex to the lair of a demonic creature. Taken right from the arms of her man, who now laid dead in her old room.
Despite the woman’s eyes being closed, she was far from asleep, with her auburn hair spilling across the red silken sheets as she basked in the gaze of her demonic abductor, showing off her body as her mind filled with lust.
Laryn pulled her scarlet cloak slowly off her ebony shoulders, revealing the black and gray leathery bat like wings folded up on her back. She allowed her unholy appendages to stretch out to their length. Laryn now stood in her full glory, though still clad in her red leather brassier, elbow length gloves, and knee high boots, as well as her red silk, knee length skirt with a slit up to her hip, revealing the red lace thong with her movements. Her long sultry black hair was streaked heavily with crimson and cascaded smoothly to her shoulder blades.
The demon stood over her willing captive, and ran a gloved hand over the woman’s body, groping her breast, and feeling her stomach, smiling in approval with ruby lips.
Laryn ran her hand over the woman’s hip, to the inside of her thigh. The woman let out a small moan, and Laryn could feel the heat growing inside, the lust building. Laryn pulled off her gloves, and used one hand to gently run her hand over the sensitive skin on the inside of the woman’s thighs, while her other hand smoothly removed her brassier, letting her breasts free.
The woman opened her eyes to see her mistress’s half nude form, licking her lips at the sight of the dark nipples standing erect at the tips of perfectly formed ebony breasts. She wanted to feel them, to taste them.
Laryn pulled off her skirt, so that she stood before her new wench in boots and thong.
“You want it all off?” Laryn asked, voice barely above a whisper.
“Yes,” the woman replied, and Laryn slowly, very slowly pulled the thong down her legs and over her boots, which she left on. The wench stared hungrily at the hairless patch between Laryn’s legs, just waiting for a tongue to probe its wet depths.
Laryn’s own fingers crawled through the black curls of hair around her wench’s own pussy, feeling the heat pulsating from the depths. Laryn gently slipped two fingers within the wetness of her wench’s vagina. The woman moaned as her mistress pushed within her, her fingers rubbing against the walls of her vagina, sending waves of pleasure through her body. Laryn’s fingers began to slowly withdraw, began once again, slowly, inch by inch, insert themselves back inside.
“Faster,” the woman moaned out, but still Laryn moved at her slow, torturing pace. The demon slowly lowered her body over her wench’s. When their breasts touched, Laryn stopped lowering herself, and concentrated fully on the hand still slowly pushing in and out of the woman’s twat.
With her head tilted back she moaned for it to be harder, faster.
Laryn pressed her body against her wench’s, and complied. Her fingers began to thrust deeply into her wench’s body, sending pleasure washing through her veins. Laryn’s lips gently began to kiss the woman’s neck.
Laryn herself was quite wet, she could feel the juices of her own arousal dripping onto the woman’s stomach.
With one hand thrusting deep into the woman’s pussy, Laryn brought her other hand up, running her fingertips along the wench’s sides, while she began to bite down into the woman’s shoulder. The demon pressed her body hard against that of her captive’s, rubbing her clit along the woman’s stomach, while still thrusting with her fingers.
The woman moaned, beginning to grind her hips in time with Laryn’s fingers.
Laryn needed her own pleasure though. She removed her fingers, and brought them to her mouth. The woman watched as her mistress slowly sucked the juices from her fingers. Laryn looked down at the woman, and began to move her body upwards, until her pussy was right above the woman’s face.
“This is your feast,” Laryn said softly, lowering ever self ever so slightly.
The woman’s tongue immediately darted into the folds of Laryn’s womanhood, delving deep within her pussy and licking up her clit. Laryn moaned, her wench knew what she was doing. The demon’s hands ran up her own stomach before finding her breasts. She began to fondle herself, letting the sensations of tongue, lips and hand run through her body as her orgasm built up within her.
Laryn tilted back her head, letting her hair inch further down her back. She began to moan, pushing her groin into the woman’s eagerly waiting mouth. Her groans of pleasure echoed through her lair.
She didn’t let the woman stop eating her out, until finally Laryn’s orgasm struck. Her moans grew louder as more juices from her twat began to run freely into the woman’s mouth. She squeezed her breasts harder, pushing them together and pressing them against her own chest.
It wasn’t long before the pleasures of her climax ran through her. She fondling herself, stopped thrusting, and stopped moaning, simply enjoyed the sensations that were slowly fading.
The woman stopped licking, knowing what had happened. She waited patiently for her master to return.
Laryn lowered herself so she lay atop her captive, their faces mere inches apart. Laryn kissed the woman, and pushed her tongue into the wench’s mouth. She could taste herself on her wench. She broke away from the kiss, and stood.
The woman laying on the bed stared in disbelief as Laryn got dressed again. The demon merely smiled.
“You’re here for my pleasure, not yours. You want an orgasm, go ask your fellow whores,” Laryn said, roughly grabbing the naked woman to drag her to Laryn’s personal harem.