Just a Hot Smut Scene
"How about we do it right here... where the rest of the kingdom can see us?"
Gorak's voice is low, husky and seductive as he whispers against Dela's ear. His warm breath makes her ear tingle.
"Wh-What?!", Dela asks Gorak, wide-eyed.
Have s*x out on the balcony??? He was kidding, right?
The balcony towered high up above the ground, and there was a dark fog beneath, so it would be quite difficult to spot them looking up from below, but still... someone could see.
And even if they somehow didn't see, they could hear her moaning!
She panics, and somehow, the thought of being discovered makes her feel hotter. Her insides feel like they are burning!
After his hushed, sexy whisper, Gorak moves on to nibble her earlobe and lick the sensitive side of her neck, below her ear to convince her as he awaits her answer.
This, and the mind-blowing thought of doing it out on the balcony sends shivers straight down her spine.
"'Right... right here?! Y-You're not serious, are you?"
Gorak pulls away from her neck to look her in the face, smirking mischievously.
'Oh no! He's serious?!'
Dela is alarmed.
"uhhh... no. Hah! N-No... no way...."
She chuckles nervously, gently pushing against Gorak's chest, her heart wildly palpitating, as she desperately tries to dissuade Gorak from his crazy idea.
"No?", asks Gorak, narrowing his hungry, brooding eyes over her.
Gripping tighter unto her waist, he pulls her by the waist back into himself.
"Are you sure?"
His tone is low and captivating. His actions, becoming more shameless.
He gives each plump melon a nice squeeze, before his hands start to roam, travelling all about. The pit of Dela's stomach is instantly set ablaze!
Taking his lips to one of her melons, he tears off the little bejewelled, golden lion claw accessory covering her n*pple with his teeth and discards it before he takes the pink tip into his mouth, eating voraciously with his hungry, wet lips.
"ughh..." She trembles slightly from pleasure, eliciting soft, sweet moans.
"huhh... mhh... hh... ah... I-I..."
She stutters, her brain functions disabled from Gorak's roaming hands and lips, and the persistent poker, squeezing itself further between her thighs as Gorak pulls her in tighter and tighter against him.
His other hand trails downwards, fumbling the sensitive parts of her body before going to guide her waist.
"oh... uhh... we... mnh... we ca-",
Dela tries her best to collect her thoughts, but she is cut off by the unexpected feel of something crazy sweet suddenly shoved halfway up her insides in one stroke.
"Ughh!", Dela screams as all the air instantly leaves her lungs.
She could swear, that thrust felt like mind-numbing bolts of electricity coursing through her veins. Such pleasure!
It was maddening. She'd never felt anything like this before.
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"Mnh!", Gorak also reacts to the thrust.
The familiar sensation of being struck by a bolt of lightning, coming over him again the moment he enters Dela. It feels insanely amazing.
It is solid proof. They are fated.
And the feel of him inside her?... There were no words to accurately describe that.
'She feels tight... warm... and heavenly on the inside.' Gorak starts to lose control.
...
Gorak was way too big to go all the way in in just one thrust. He realised he would have to ease Dela onto the rest of his enormous rod.
He was just halfway in. It is unimaginable how it would feel when he was completely in. He had had s*x a good number of times over the centuries, but never had he ever met a woman that felt like this.
'It's no wonder that Keepers search desperately through eternity for their fated. None else but one's fated could feel this amazing.', observes Gorak, reeling in the throes of pleasure.
He had to have more!
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He moves, rocking Dela gently against his naked, thirst-inspiring, mind-numbingly irresistible rod, squeezing his way in, slightly deeper.
"uh... uhh... ohhw!... hhh.." Dela moans softly, intoxicated. It feels f***king amazing.
'oh my g-'
Swept away, her body responds earnestly.
"hhuh... ohhw!... hh..", her moans grow louder.
...
She can't resist. She wants him deeper! Her waist moves on its own, navigating to fit Gorak's large, golden rod much deeper into her socket, gradually taking him in all the way down to the hilt.
She can feel him gradually inching his way up, every little shove or graze, rippling in overwhelming bouts of pleasure through her entire being.
Her legs begin to shake uncontrollably, vibrating in response to the mind-numbing stimuli. It was too much. He was killing her.
Gorak's hands guide her waist, urging her on, absolutely loving the fact that she is working at it herself, at her own convenient pace.
Ramming in hard right off the bat could hurt her. Slow and steady was best.
"uhh... hh... ohhh... oh m-!... ohw!!", Dela moans through the entire mind-blowing process, successfully taking the entire length and width of Gorak's enormous god-rod into her.
Done, she takes a short breath before she begins to thrust back and forth upon it, coating it in the comfortable warmth of her juices.
This lovely treatment strengthens it further, giving it a mind of its own.
"oh f**k!", she curses out loud, picking up the pace. It feels insane.
She's so wet, Gorak's rod slides in and out more gracefully. Seeing this, Gorak takes over, thrusting in deeper and faster.
"ohh... ughh... hahh..." her soft moans are music to his ears. This little human is intoxicating. He wants more! He would have all of her.
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Impatient, Gorak grabs Dela by the butt cheeks and straight-up slams his rod into her wildly, harder and harder with each thrust, over, over and over again.
"ohh!... ughh!... oh my g-!!", Dela screams out loud in an insanely sexy streak of moans, unable to hold it in anymore.
She arcs her waist and tilts her head back so he can reach beyond her womb.
"... ahh!... oh!... god!-... f**king!-... awesome!!!"
Her moans grow louder and louder, to Gorak's delight, echoing...
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Far below the balcony, on the ground, dark guards on sentry duty stood guard, talking casually to each other when...
"Ahh!..."
They hear what would be the hottest, most sensual moan ever.
Guard 1: Was... was that?...
Guard 2: uhhh...
"... oh!... god!-... f**king!-... awesome!!!", a second moan echoes through the skies.
Instantly, the dark guards are flushed.
Guard 2: yep. Definitely was. Don't you dare look up.
Guard 1: Wouldn't dare. Not if my life depended on it.
Guard 2: In this case, your life does.
Such wild sounds... Seriously, the master showed no mercy. Neither to his fated, not to the ears of unlucky single dogs.
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