[What does he like? He likes the sudden squeeze of her inner walls around him when he tugs at her tail, the shift in angle that shows how she's enjoying herself. He likes the way she so willingly obeys his desires. He likes watching her play with her own breasts, the soft flesh so pliant under her fingers, the sweet scent of her milk tangling with the musk of her heat. He likes knowing that it's him that she thinks of while she touches herself.]
Will you beg for me?
[It's a desire he's never given voice to. He has always been greedy for praise from his partner, for affirmation of their enjoyment whether in words or inchoate noises — and what is this, if not the same seed, fed and fattened?
Nikolai deliberately slows his hips to an agonizing pace — until when he draws back, instead of delving deep once more, he simply pauses at the apex. The effort to fight against his own desires strains him, as betrayed by his erratic breath. The pulse of manna and the instincts entwined with his veins urge him to continue pounding into her, but there's a thrill in this suspense. In abstaining now to enjoy more deeply later.]
Beg for me to keep filling you... Beg for my cock...
no subject
Will you beg for me?
[It's a desire he's never given voice to. He has always been greedy for praise from his partner, for affirmation of their enjoyment whether in words or inchoate noises — and what is this, if not the same seed, fed and fattened?
Nikolai deliberately slows his hips to an agonizing pace — until when he draws back, instead of delving deep once more, he simply pauses at the apex. The effort to fight against his own desires strains him, as betrayed by his erratic breath. The pulse of manna and the instincts entwined with his veins urge him to continue pounding into her, but there's a thrill in this suspense. In abstaining now to enjoy more deeply later.]
Beg for me to keep filling you... Beg for my cock...