Re: Falling Into the Shadow 8/?
anonymous
November 25 2014, 01:44:33 UTC
"Do you submit?" This time, Sam didn't hesitate.
"I submit."
She gaspedas a cold but soft strap of leather brushed across her throat. Shivers ran up and down her spine as Liara buckled the collar firmly around her neck, tightening it just enough to keep it in contact with her skin without inhibiting her breathing. She reflexively tried to bring her hands up to touch it, but the gentle pressure of steel against skin reminded her that her hands were cuffed behind her back. She sighed, hoping she would get to feel her new collar soon.
"Then please your mistress." Liara's hand firmly guided Sam's head forward. She didn't need the encouragement, but she reveled in the reminder of her submission. Sam focused on the task at hand, darting forward and extending her tongue to catch a drop that was beginning to form on Liara's nether lips. She moaned as the taste of her mistress burst across her tongue, sending her into a frenzy. Diving in, she ran her tongue from the bottom to the top of Liara's slit with what seemed to her like admirable restraint. A gentle tug on her hair suggested otherwise, so she lightened her touch, running her tongue across Liara's scales with featherlight pressure.
Liara moaned and soon decided that she was ready for her slave's enthusiasm. She brought Sam forward once more, gasping as she felt her tongue dart inside her folds, running along the inside of her outer lips before dabbing playfully at her entrance and retreating to the other side of her sex. Clearly this wasn't Sam's first time with another woman. Even though Liara was tempted to let Sam show off her skills, the task of dominating the adorable human had worked her into a bit of a frenzy. Her self control crumbled and she thrust forward, discarding Sam's teasing minstrations in favor of using her nose and face as a rubbing post.
Liara could feel her slave's tongue occasionally make contact even as she thrust up and down across her face, depositing streaks of moisture and tantalizing sparks of friction as she went. Admiration for Sam's dedication was the last thing to cross her mind before an orgasm washed all conscious thought from her mind. Liara involuntarily dug her fingers into Sam's hair (to the point of mild pain, but Sam didn't mind) as she crested the wave. To Sam's delight, transparent ejaculate splashed against her face and began to drip down her chest, evidence of a job well done. As Liara began to work her way down from her climax, she ran her hand through Sam's hair, smiling down at the woman kneeling in front of her with eyes closed and a look of bliss on her face. She had no illusions about the morality of what she was doing to the poor woman, but Sam's peaceful features momentarily silenced the guilty voice in the back of Liara's conscience. How could something feel so perfect yet *be* so wrong? Liara didn't know, but for the first time she felt an honest ray of hope that her plan could actually work -- for both of them.
"I submit."
She gaspedas a cold but soft strap of leather brushed across her throat. Shivers ran up and down her spine as Liara buckled the collar firmly around her neck, tightening it just enough to keep it in contact with her skin without inhibiting her breathing. She reflexively tried to bring her hands up to touch it, but the gentle pressure of steel against skin reminded her that her hands were cuffed behind her back. She sighed, hoping she would get to feel her new collar soon.
"Then please your mistress." Liara's hand firmly guided Sam's head forward. She didn't need the encouragement, but she reveled in the reminder of her submission. Sam focused on the task at hand, darting forward and extending her tongue to catch a drop that was beginning to form on Liara's nether lips. She moaned as the taste of her mistress burst across her tongue, sending her into a frenzy. Diving in, she ran her tongue from the bottom to the top of Liara's slit with what seemed to her like admirable restraint. A gentle tug on her hair suggested otherwise, so she lightened her touch, running her tongue across Liara's scales with featherlight pressure.
Liara moaned and soon decided that she was ready for her slave's enthusiasm. She brought Sam forward once more, gasping as she felt her tongue dart inside her folds, running along the inside of her outer lips before dabbing playfully at her entrance and retreating to the other side of her sex. Clearly this wasn't Sam's first time with another woman. Even though Liara was tempted to let Sam show off her skills, the task of dominating the adorable human had worked her into a bit of a frenzy. Her self control crumbled and she thrust forward, discarding Sam's teasing minstrations in favor of using her nose and face as a rubbing post.
Liara could feel her slave's tongue occasionally make contact even as she thrust up and down across her face, depositing streaks of moisture and tantalizing sparks of friction as she went. Admiration for Sam's dedication was the last thing to cross her mind before an orgasm washed all conscious thought from her mind. Liara involuntarily dug her fingers into Sam's hair (to the point of mild pain, but Sam didn't mind) as she crested the wave. To Sam's delight, transparent ejaculate splashed against her face and began to drip down her chest, evidence of a job well done. As Liara began to work her way down from her climax, she ran her hand through Sam's hair, smiling down at the woman kneeling in front of her with eyes closed and a look of bliss on her face. She had no illusions about the morality of what she was doing to the poor woman, but Sam's peaceful features momentarily silenced the guilty voice in the back of Liara's conscience. How could something feel so perfect yet *be* so wrong? Liara didn't know, but for the first time she felt an honest ray of hope that her plan could actually work -- for both of them.
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