Thane/Kasumi - The Case of the Missing Panties 05
anonymous
November 28 2014, 16:15:46 UTC
The last part! I hope you have enjoyed the smut even though I feel it kind of turned into some kind of bad porno somewhere... XD
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It was all fiery passion as he finally let himself go, giving over the reigns to his body and instincts. The woman gasped for breath as he went in deep, grinding their hips together for a moment, feeling how she flexed around him, before going all the way out only to slam into her again. Her fingers gripped his shoulders hard and he had to hold her still from sliding back from the edge with each long, firm thrust. He devoured all she had to give, biting her lip, groaning against her skin as the heat, the tightness in his gut started to build.
“This... hng... is what... gh... the girls who... oh by all... abide by the rules and... mnh... don't steal other people's... ah! Underwear gets,” he ground out through gritted teeth by her ear, quickly putting in words between one push into her body and the next.
Kasumi arched against him, moaning and gasping in pleasure.
“I'll remember... ah! That...” she breathed as she tried to meet him halfway with her hips.
Thane released his hold on her to slide his arms under her tighs, lifting them up, her knees hooked over his elbows, gripping her wriggling hips and taking the control from her. He wanted it, he needed it, to keep this from ending too soon.
Kasumi fell backwards, catching herself on her hands behind her back. The new position made him reach deep within her and she cried out when he drove into her again.
“Oh by all gods,” Thane gasped. He had found an edge, or a tighter passage, or something that felt unbelievably good.
Closing his eyes to concentrate on the feeling of it rubbing just right over his length he started moving faster. Building up the fire in his gut to a roaring inferno, and he couldn't stop. Pounding into her as Kasumi whispered out encouragement with bated breath, oh please, don't stop, just there, I need...
And then her walls tightened around him, drawing a guttural moan out of him as he kept up the hard and punishing pace. The overload of pleasure blinding him when he tried to look down on her. Feeling his muscles jerk and then bury himself as deep as he could go, the intensity of the waves slowly ebbing down into a bearable level.
When he finally could see again he focused on the face inches from his own. They shared the air between them, panting hard in the aftermath. Thane's lungs burned slightly from the excretion, but he ignored it and planted a soft kiss on her flushed lips before slowly untangling himself from the woman.
“Wow... Thane...” Kasumi sat up on the dresser and watched as he hosted his pants back up onto his hips. “You almost made me consider going straight.” That flirtatious smirk spread on her lips again and she jumped down to gather her clothes.
“Only almost?” he asked and reached for his discarded vest.
She shrugged.
“A girl got to eat.”
He chuckled, she giggled.
When both of them were dressed again and ready to go Thane reached into his back pocket.
“I thought maybe you'd want these back,” he said and let her pink and white panties dangle from two fingers. The smile he gave her wasn't without it's charm.
Kasumi gaped at him and snatched the small cloth from his hand.
“You,” she said, eyes shrinking into thin slits in suspicion.
“I also expect my underwear to find their way back to my room?” It wasn't really a question as much as a demand.
Kasumi gave him a crooked grin.
“Maybe,” she said and backed away from him, towards an open duct by the floor.
“Maybe?” he raised both eyebrows sceptically.
“Or maybe you'll have to remind how to be a good girl,” she crouched down at the duct, turning around to face him. “You never know...”
“I guess we'll see,” he answered as he watched her slip into the small hole in the wall.
Re: Thane/Kasumi - The Case of the Missing Panties 05
anonymous
February 17 2015, 00:21:18 UTC
A!A here. The shibari might happen. I had to look up what it was when I first read your reply (ages ago). And the pictures did give me some inspiration. So it's not an impossibility.
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It was all fiery passion as he finally let himself go, giving over the reigns to his body and instincts.
The woman gasped for breath as he went in deep, grinding their hips together for a moment, feeling how she flexed around him, before going all the way out only to slam into her again. Her fingers gripped his shoulders hard and he had to hold her still from sliding back from the edge with each long, firm thrust.
He devoured all she had to give, biting her lip, groaning against her skin as the heat, the tightness in his gut started to build.
“This... hng... is what... gh... the girls who... oh by all... abide by the rules and... mnh... don't steal other people's... ah! Underwear gets,” he ground out through gritted teeth by her ear, quickly putting in words between one push into her body and the next.
Kasumi arched against him, moaning and gasping in pleasure.
“I'll remember... ah! That...” she breathed as she tried to meet him halfway with her hips.
Thane released his hold on her to slide his arms under her tighs, lifting them up, her knees hooked over his elbows, gripping her wriggling hips and taking the control from her. He wanted it, he needed it, to keep this from ending too soon.
Kasumi fell backwards, catching herself on her hands behind her back. The new position made him reach deep within her and she cried out when he drove into her again.
“Oh by all gods,” Thane gasped. He had found an edge, or a tighter passage, or something that felt unbelievably good.
Closing his eyes to concentrate on the feeling of it rubbing just right over his length he started moving faster. Building up the fire in his gut to a roaring inferno, and he couldn't stop. Pounding into her as Kasumi whispered out encouragement with bated breath, oh please, don't stop, just there, I need...
And then her walls tightened around him, drawing a guttural moan out of him as he kept up the hard and punishing pace. The overload of pleasure blinding him when he tried to look down on her. Feeling his muscles jerk and then bury himself as deep as he could go, the intensity of the waves slowly ebbing down into a bearable level.
When he finally could see again he focused on the face inches from his own. They shared the air between them, panting hard in the aftermath. Thane's lungs burned slightly from the excretion, but he ignored it and planted a soft kiss on her flushed lips before slowly untangling himself from the woman.
“Wow... Thane...” Kasumi sat up on the dresser and watched as he hosted his pants back up onto his hips. “You almost made me consider going straight.” That flirtatious smirk spread on her lips again and she jumped down to gather her clothes.
“Only almost?” he asked and reached for his discarded vest.
She shrugged.
“A girl got to eat.”
He chuckled, she giggled.
When both of them were dressed again and ready to go Thane reached into his back pocket.
“I thought maybe you'd want these back,” he said and let her pink and white panties dangle from two fingers. The smile he gave her wasn't without it's charm.
Kasumi gaped at him and snatched the small cloth from his hand.
“You,” she said, eyes shrinking into thin slits in suspicion.
“I also expect my underwear to find their way back to my room?” It wasn't really a question as much as a demand.
Kasumi gave him a crooked grin.
“Maybe,” she said and backed away from him, towards an open duct by the floor.
“Maybe?” he raised both eyebrows sceptically.
“Or maybe you'll have to remind how to be a good girl,” she crouched down at the duct, turning around to face him. “You never know...”
“I guess we'll see,” he answered as he watched her slip into the small hole in the wall.
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