Rose: English Denim

It was like they were dancing; Astrid holding Tera from behind, her hands playing within the woman, Tera reacting with the motion of her hips, bending and swaying, and Astrid bending and swaying in time, her pelvis connected with Tera’s ass, her lips connected with Tera’s collar. Both women bore curves that put mine to shame, and both were laced with muscle that rippled subtly with every motion. Tera’s abdomen stretched into tonal sections, her domes shadowing their striations as her back arched, her purple lips parting to yield blissful moans, her onyx hair laying thin strands over her flushed complexion, tangling about her satanic horns. Astrid’s larger frame encompassed the succubus, Brunette white wings folding over her, tattooed arms trapping her lustfully, tattooed legs supporting her. “It’s like watching art, isn’t it? Like a fallen angel seducing the devil herself.” a man’s voice said. I looked up to see Brandon standing by my couch, enjoying the spectacle as much as I was, as evidenced by the growth in his trousers. He sat beside me, watching Tera and Astrid as they performed their hellish mating, watching Julia and Willowbud as they progressed to further stages of undress, wresting with each other. I could tell Brandon didn’t know how to broach me. babe Though he was a god, he was still a commoner, and that mental barrier between peasant and royalty was a hard one to break. So, I jumped on his lap, grinned back at him, and took the initiative. TERA My eyes opened to lazy slits, focusing on Princess Lucilla’s royal features; the elegant length of her neck, the pronouncement of her proud chin, the big, blue eyes set above delicate cheeks, framed with fine, platinum hair. She was curvy for an elf, both her and Julia were (especially Julia), but Lucilla’s porcelain flesh spoke of a pure bloodline, and the complex patterns that laced it only added to her majesty. This woman certainly looked the part of a storybook princess, but the expression she was giving me didn’t belong in any kind of fairytale, and the things she was doing hardly belonged in a whore house. Princess Lucilla had Brandon’s entire fist up her ass, her body rigid with the intensity of it, her arms and legs creating a bridge over the man who was violating her. “Astrid, I think we have a challenger.” I chuckled. I’d met Lucilla’s type before; privileged sluts who gaged their self-worth on how ‘wild’ they could be, always overcompensating and sexually one-upping. They were some of my favorite people. Give me two of those whores, and I could turn any party into an orgy in under twenty minutes. “She’s not even in the same league,” Astrid breathed onto my neck, pushing her invasion deeper, causing my knees to buckle, “ignore her.” “Give her a chance to prove herself,” I gasped, licking my lips at the elf, “what’s the harm in friendly competition?” Brandon matched Astrid’s progress with obvious amusement, causing Lucilla to growl with the deepening of her penetration, her neck standing with tension. Her occupied pussy was flushed with the arousal of her anal violation, the clear nectar dripping down Brandon’s massaging fingers, the tendons in his hand flexing as he gently discovered her secrets. Her diaphragm heaved with breath, the white silk of her dress darkening with the exertion of her lust, clinging to the obvious swell of her breasts, pointed nipples signaling her joy, cleavage glistening from glowing flesh. She bit her lip in concentration, gave me a wink, and shifted herself Big Boobs downward; her hips swaying this way and that, her knees bending, her supporting arms trembling as she corkscrewed Brandon’s fist into her rim, the fleshy cuff wrapping gratefully about his wrist as the entrance narrowed around a lesser girth. “Perhaps I underestimated her.” Astrid mused, adjusting asian my penetration to match Lucilla’s, forcing me to climb to my tip-toes, breathless sobs expiring from my chest, “I think she’s mad that you dismembered her earlier; perhaps you should make amends?” “I want to see how far she can take it.” I gasped, chest rising and falling, cheeks flushed, lips gaping with desperate expirations, “Don’t stop!” “We wouldn’t want to hurt the little princess, would we?” Astrid kissed my neck, “I’m sure she has the spirit, but her body isn’t built like yours. Mistress and Her Holiness have enough hostility for the lot of us; let us be peacemakers.” BRANDON I’d lived with two succubi, a corrupted deity, a vampire with limitless libido, and a sexually-mutated Valkyrie for the better part of a month, and not once had any of them jumped on my lap and told me to stick my fist as far up their ass as I could. I had known Princess Lucilla for the better part of an hour, and already my fingers were tickling colon. I could see why Sister Julia had bound with her; this one was definitely a keeper. “Oh, thank god,” Lucilla sobbed when masturbation Astrid stopped her venture. The princess looked down at me from over her shoulder, her porcelain-hued face flushed, her eyes leaking, her pink lips gaping in a smile, “this was my first time trying that, and you were already past my limit.” We started making out, but we never finished because we both fell asleep. I knew it was Ronda by two things, first, she always wears the same perfume, and second, I know her voice. Ted's worn out but we asian have something fun we'd like to try with you." We can eat later. I asked as Brunette Jen and I moved apart to make room for him. She's going to lick his seed out of you.” Linda shuddered. Maybe neither were, both lost to some carnal practice that had long departed their society. With it being the evening on a Big Boobs weekend, the place was pretty dead. John says. When I was empty, I fell to the bed. Although we were just going to sleep and not play, it masturbation looks as if I was going to be the middle of my two beautiful women. I caressed it as I babe stroked myself, my head tossing back and forth. "You're a show off. I was such a pervy girl. “Then stretch out, Mom, and let me do it,” he said, such command in him. "FUCK YES! "You going to do your hypno stuff?" he asked. As her screams died away I lifted my head, brushed my hair back to get a look at her, my gazed passed over her tiny hard nipples, and on to her flushed, beautiful face, as she panted in her after glow. The feeling is incredible, the warmth, the wetness and smoothness. More pre-cum oozed out of him, drizzling down his shaft and onto his hand, lubricating. Then I let loose with an almost total consuming laughing fit, I could have sworn that the man was about to piss on his self. "Okay. Swati: I read your story, your fucking son, did it happen exactly as he has written?