She looks up at him with a sad smile, "I miss having you pressed against me and getting to wrap my legs around your waist." Her blush gets darker, "We don't have a table or bed in here that is at the right height for me to be on while you stand." Her breasts stained green. "And we don't really have enough pillows to raise my hips enough that..."
"So... I can go on my knees... I could ride you... Or I could ride you with my back to you..." She looks at him, trying to figure out if she missed any option.
She keeps going, licking, sucking, thrusting, pounding, doing her level best to bring you to orgasm again and again, until your body is completely exhausted, until you are utterly spent.
You make Lio scream out in pleasure. Moan. Sigh. Scream until her throat is hoarse from the amazing things you are doing to her. Until she is is a moaning, quivering blissful mass, on the floor, unable to even lift a finger in self defense. She lays there, panting, thrashing in the throes of orgasm after orgasm until she is, indeed utterly spent. Until you take mercy upon her.
Shalelu cuddles close to you, moving your head to her favorite place on the soft part of her shoulder.
"Hi," she replies.
Lio, smiling at you, represses a yawn. Tries to start a conversation. Then her eyes close, and her breathing steadies.
Lio, smiling at you, represses a yawn. Tries to start a conversation. Then her eyes close, and her breathing steadies.
Her arms wrapped around you, her naked body pressed against yours beneath the covers, Shalelu drifts off into sleep.
It does not take long for the powerful orgasm to rush through her body. Once again, she clutches Melinda for support as she shakes, wriggles, and shudders on top of Alaric, the whole of her being focused on what he is doing with his talented tongue, feeling its effects all the way from her spasming sex to the tips of her fingers.
Her mental voice is a continuous cry of ecstasy.
It takes a long while for the sensations to begin to subside.
When they finally do, she pulls Melinda into an intense kiss.
The she pulls back and, dismounting from Alaric, bends over to give him an equally passionate one.
<Thank you,> she says to either, to both.
The she moves to the side to watch her lovers f*&#.
You make Lio scream out in pleasure. Moan. Sigh. Scream until her throat is hoarse from the amazing things you are doing to her. Until she is is a moaning, quivering blissful mass, on the floor, unable to even lift a finger in self defense. She lays there, panting, thrashing in the throes of orgasm after orgasm until she is, indeed utterly spent. Until you take mercy upon her.
There is no way to tell how much time has passed. There is no way to count how many orgasms you have had.
When you are finally, utterly, completely, unquestionably spent, Shalelu slows down, gently withdraws the vibrator, and then stretches out to lie next to you, her arms and legs wound around you.
"Welcome to the military, Recruit," she whispers in your ear. "That was the first day of your boot camp training program. After this ... it starts to get intense."
Two more seasame balls are gently lobbed at Myri, so she can catch, and juggle them. Lio grins at Myri's skill, looks at Rhost. "We need lessons."
Rhost gives Liothonae a doubtful look, but doesn't say anything.
There is no way to tell how much time has passed. There is no way to count how many orgasms you have had.
When you are finally, utterly, completely, unquestionably spent, Shalelu slows down, gently withdraws the vibrator, and then stretches out to lie next to you, her arms and legs wound around you.
"Welcome to the military, Recruit," she whispers in your ear. "That was the first day of your boot camp training program. After this ... it starts to get intense."
Lio can't manage a verbal response. She blinks at you, slowly. She is happy, though she's so worn out, it's hard to read her. The hand on the side you are on, flexes, and her fingers gently brush you warm skin, without her moving anything but the muscles in her fingers. Even that is a tremendous effort.
Two more seasame balls are gently lobbed at Myri, so she can catch, and juggle them. Lio grins at Myri's skill, looks at Rhost. "We need lessons."Rhost gives Liothonae a doubtful look, but doesn't say anything.
Lio's grin gets wider. She nods, sagely, at Rhost. But the look is ruined by her amusement. She really can't manage to look like a sage when she's having this much fun.
Lio can't manage a verbal response. She blinks at you, slowly. She is happy, though she's so worn out, it's hard to read her. The hand on the side you are on, flexes, and her fingers gently brush you warm skin, without her moving anything but the muscles in her fingers. Even that is a tremendous effort.
"Are you up to taking your own form again, Annwyl?" she asks you softly. "I'd like to hold that one."
"Are you up to taking your own form again, Annwyl?" she asks you softly. "I'd like to hold that one."
Lio manages to turn back into her significantly less voluptuous, much trimmer self. And she even finds enough energy to blush. She does not, however, manage to actually move more than her lips, into a smile.
She drapes her arms across you, not asking you to do anything right now except be held.
Then she moves, every lifting torture as her body clings to him, wanting to keep them joined. Every descent bliss as she takes him back. The girl on top of him clinging to the edge of reality, trying to steal his breath from him.
One of her arms and wings she slips under Alaric's head, providing him with a pillow.
With her other arm, she reaches out and lays her hand gently on top of the one Melinda has placed on Alaric's chest.
The smile he directs at Mel is of a man utterly at peace, captured in a perfect moment. A moment later, he begins shuddering. Slow and even. Not powerful like the others, but drawn out and wonderful. As though he cannot stop coming as long as the three of them share this perfect closeness.
Really, the only aspect missing is that she can't lay her body against Alaric's length while keeping them connection. Milena getting in the way of that.
When her eyes open, the look in them is one of pure happiness at who she is with, at where she finds herself, at the place where all three have arrived.
"Ah," Shalelu says, breaking into a brilliant smile.
She drapes her arms across you, not asking you to do anything right now except be held.
Lio relaxes under you, as you drape your arms across her. This is where she belongs, with you, in your arms. Always.
"Bed?" She whispers, after a long moment. She doesn't stir from the floor.
There is a kiss on your forehead as she slips in next to you.
A gasping sigh with his hand on her breast as her lips keep his in a soft, lingering kiss. Her body pressed to his as the singing thrum of pleasure causes her body to glow. Every part of herself focused on him and needing him.
Shalelu nods, scoops you up, carries you to the bed, and tucks you in.
There is a kiss on your forehead as she slips in next to you.
Lio is very light, and completely happy in your arms. She almost protests when you tuck her in, because she wants to be touched, to be near you, to be reassured by your presence. Perhaps being so much at your mercy, so fully in your power, has awakened something she didn't quite know she had within her. She wants nothing more than you to be there, to touch her, to hold her. When you slip in next to her, she releases a soft, contented sigh.
She whispers. "am yours." Never opening her eyes, just being in your presence.
Lio is very light, and completely happy in your arms. She almost protests when you tuck her in, because she wants to be touched, to be near you, to be reassured by your presence. Perhaps being so much at your mercy, so fully in your power, has awakened something she didn't quite know she had within her. She wants nothing more than you to be there, to touch her, to hold her. When you slip in next to her, she releases a soft, contented sigh.
She whispers. "am yours." Never opening her eyes, just being in your presence.
"Annwyl," she whispers back to you, holding you close, shutting her own eyes.
"Annwyl," she whispers back to you, holding you close, shutting her own eyes.
Lio falls asleep in your embrace. Throughout the night, she stays within the safety of your arms, showing that even in sleep, she is yours.