The art of sexual devastation. From thepowerplayers
Passion had materialized into the beginning of what was going to be an amazing night for Jada Silver, a vampire slayer. She, to me, other then being a sexy woman who could give me pleasure and whom I could leave winded and dazed, had become so much more.
I had merely seen her as a way to get to Buffy, at first, but when I learned, while with her, through Mr. Savarda’s considerable psychic abilities when it came to me at times, that I was to drug her and to bring her to the home of one Gunther Goztick, right here in Los Angeles after rendering her seductively useless through intense fornication, I knew that I truly had to go all out with her…had to make this a marathon…had to outlast her and continue to ravage her even when she had enough and no longer begged for me.
I kissed her deeply, pulling her away from my erect penis, just teasing her, prolonging her desire, making her explode that much quicker, which would make my job easier later this evening. Truly, the sex wasn’t necessary, but with me, it was. Buffy had spurned me, had turned away from me and I could not allow that memory to linger. I would only drug Jada after I had her with a deluxe smile on her face and a body soaked with sweat and exhausted from intense pleasure.
Savarda had warned me that my brother had become a player again, only now, he was eternally good. He told me that London would be the new home of Wolfram and Hart…the new central branch and that I would be taking a computer chipped Jada there when her operation at Goztick’s hands, was complete.
He was gone and I prolonged the foreplay, even though that I knew that she wanted me inside of her now. That time would come, but for the moment, I worked on her very supple breasts more, thinking, for the moment, about my brother’s turn to the side of good. It didn’t bring me a moment of fright or pause, but instead, angered me. He had become a sap. He no longer used his powers and if he did, for the side of good, which he had by raising the girl with the visions, thus farm, then it would stand that I would be the only of my family remaining. I wouldn’t hesitate in harming him, and I had the advantage, because I knew that he would not attempt to kill me, even if he was good.
Moving lower, I cupped her breast firmly with my hands, teasing the nipples with flicking and pinching motions, designed to cause pain and release endorphins, which would increase her pleasured stasis later on. While doing this, she moaned, but not in pain. Being a slayer, she could field pain differently then normal women, but the endorphin affect would be the same and as I pinched her nipples, ever slightly harder, she moaned as if already in bliss. I increased that by moving my tongue back within her, this time, with every intention of making her orgasm several times, in the very position that we were currently in, by forcefully using my tongue and my fingers on her nipples. I drilled my tongue in and out of her.
The good part had not even started yet. This type of labor of love, this type of challenge, was what I lived for, and even though I now had a mission to accomplish, I looked forward to the challenge. There were far worst things that I could be doing with my time. Let’s face it.
[Jada]
I had merely seen her as a way to get to Buffy, at first, but when I learned, while with her, through Mr. Savarda’s considerable psychic abilities when it came to me at times, that I was to drug her and to bring her to the home of one Gunther Goztick, right here in Los Angeles after rendering her seductively useless through intense fornication, I knew that I truly had to go all out with her…had to make this a marathon…had to outlast her and continue to ravage her even when she had enough and no longer begged for me.
I kissed her deeply, pulling her away from my erect penis, just teasing her, prolonging her desire, making her explode that much quicker, which would make my job easier later this evening. Truly, the sex wasn’t necessary, but with me, it was. Buffy had spurned me, had turned away from me and I could not allow that memory to linger. I would only drug Jada after I had her with a deluxe smile on her face and a body soaked with sweat and exhausted from intense pleasure.
Savarda had warned me that my brother had become a player again, only now, he was eternally good. He told me that London would be the new home of Wolfram and Hart…the new central branch and that I would be taking a computer chipped Jada there when her operation at Goztick’s hands, was complete.
He was gone and I prolonged the foreplay, even though that I knew that she wanted me inside of her now. That time would come, but for the moment, I worked on her very supple breasts more, thinking, for the moment, about my brother’s turn to the side of good. It didn’t bring me a moment of fright or pause, but instead, angered me. He had become a sap. He no longer used his powers and if he did, for the side of good, which he had by raising the girl with the visions, thus farm, then it would stand that I would be the only of my family remaining. I wouldn’t hesitate in harming him, and I had the advantage, because I knew that he would not attempt to kill me, even if he was good.
Moving lower, I cupped her breast firmly with my hands, teasing the nipples with flicking and pinching motions, designed to cause pain and release endorphins, which would increase her pleasured stasis later on. While doing this, she moaned, but not in pain. Being a slayer, she could field pain differently then normal women, but the endorphin affect would be the same and as I pinched her nipples, ever slightly harder, she moaned as if already in bliss. I increased that by moving my tongue back within her, this time, with every intention of making her orgasm several times, in the very position that we were currently in, by forcefully using my tongue and my fingers on her nipples. I drilled my tongue in and out of her.
The good part had not even started yet. This type of labor of love, this type of challenge, was what I lived for, and even though I now had a mission to accomplish, I looked forward to the challenge. There were far worst things that I could be doing with my time. Let’s face it.
[Jada]