Golden Peacock TDM Overflow

[bardische]

Original Top Level
Overlfow 2l
Overflow 3

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[theidlemaiden]

[ When he moves her ankles to his shoulders she can't help the moan that slips out of her. The angle means he can strike her with more weight all while sinking deliciously deep as she needs to feel every inch of him.

It's not so much his praise that sets her skin aflame as it is his eagerness. His honeyed words make her feel aglow, and how hard he feels inside of her arouses her beyond belief. But it's more than that. It's the rhythm she needs, the pressure that he applies is everything that she desires making her cunt ache and throb.

She can tell from his breathing, from the sounds that are so sweet to her ears, that he's close too. Her hands find his face, pulling him from the crook of her neck so that his lips can capture hers instead. She kisses him like a woman parched as her climax begins to build like an inevitable force. She shatters without warning save for a cry of his name. Muscles clench around him as she gasps and shudders, nails clawing up the length of his back as a means of grounding herself. ]

[bardische]

[ Every time she encourages him, he meets her with renewed need. Eagerness is an understatement, and what little thought makes it through the burning dive to please her is in utter disbelief that she's his, that she's so deeply happy with him. It only makes him want to satisfy her more.

His movements are intense, rapid, but still rhythmic, fucking her with experience and purpose. But it's her pulling his face back to hers that does him in. He kisses back just as desperately, and the moment her walls start to shudder around him, he's gasping her name back, buckling over her and clinging to her as his seed spends deep and hot. Every shudder she gives reverberates through him, causing his body to shift between the freeze of climax and the tremble of afterglow, shaking at the pleasure of her sounds and the nails down his back.

As soon as he's able -- still panting, so dizzy he can hardly keep his balance -- he's nuzzling against her, drunkenly finding her lips as he tugs her down to lay beside him, careful to keep from dislodging just yet. His legs wrap around her, arms cradling her, and the same passion that had drive their coupling drives a need to dote, to stroke, to protect. He's still shaking, gasping every time she shifts and his sensitive cock sends heat through him again, and he's only sorry he's too spent to have her again. ]

[theidlemaiden]

[ Hilda's entire body feels like warm liquid, pliable and easily molding against Basch's chest as he pulls her into him. There's a languid contentedness to her expression and how she pulls his arms tight around her relishing the feeling of his cock inside of her. There had been plenty of times in the past where she had pushed her partners off, discontent with the thought of more sweat on her. As much as she was a cuddler she would rather not have to do it while they were both in various states of disarray.

There's nothing like that here though. Not when every nerve inside of her hums in pleasure and her hips press teasingly into him drawing out those little shudders that made her want him want him all the more despite her cunt still filled with his cum. So much of her still yearns for more, the little rabbit inside of her not satisfied with just this. But the small part of her that still remains unaffected by the food they had shared is content for now as they catch their breaths. 

Because in his arms she feels a sense of security that she had seemingly left Fodlan without. She had woken up here scared and confused, uncertain of what to expect while she had been here or if any of this was real in the first place. But with her heart hammering against her chest in time with his, she feels tethered and grounded in a way that she hadn't before.

With that lingering thought of safety in her her eyelids flutter as she twines their fingers together and brings them up to her lips to kiss. ] 

You're perfect, Basch. I feel so safe with you.