WMMAP - [S2] Shelter You

[NSFW] 56: Royal Permission

Athanasia's toes curled sensually with Lucas's initial thrust, his thickness engulfing her inside. He averted his gaze from her bottom lip chewing while suppressing a moan. His eyes followed where they connected.

Inside, she felt hot, but in a delightful way. He slowly withdrew, making sure he dragged all the deliciousness of her inner walls. Her arousal helped smoothing out his shaft.

"All of that from watching me playing with myself?" Lucas asked with pure amusement. His lips released a steaming sigh of ecstasy.

As he pushed back in, slowly, her juice spurted and spilled out from the lack of room within. The essence started dripping down her thigh. Little by little, it oozed down to her ankle and the substance touched the floor.

"Just how wet are you?" His question was simple, but the lustful amusement that hid underneath his tone was urgent, nearly feral.

His vulgar language had her involuntarily clench on him, as if she wanted to pull him inside further and it fueled the volume of his heated groan. He squinted his eyes shut as he cursed quietly at himself.

"Fuck...! Athy...! Don't squeeze like that...!"

His knees trembled a little and Lucas had to close his eyes, jaw clenched. His flushed cheeks and red ears, ragged breathing were exposing how badly he wanted, needed, this and how he was trying so hard not to cum right here before they even started properly.

Without opening his eyes, he bruised his fingers on her hips.

"You don't get to make me cum first."

Lucas left the crown dipped in her folds. He gripped her thigh tightly, slamming back in again. He repeated the slow yet powerful thrust. Each plunge set off ecstasy and they released throaty satisfaction moans in a union.

Though Athanasia's cry was slightly louder, echoed in the room, swallowing his voice like her lower lips were swallowing him whole.

It started with a low moan and grunt and eventually heightened along with the slapping sound of their skin, feeding Lucas' ego even more.

"Does it feel good?" He asked, rutting his hips forward. "Do I make you feel Good?"

"Yes..." She moaned quietly in between the words. "So good..."

It turned him on even more-not only did she answer in the most honest way possible, but her voice also trembled, drunkenly dirty.

"I wanted to savor this moment..." He let out a grunt every now and again as he kept pushing into her, giving her thighs a somewhat harsher grasp. Surely, by morning, it would be black and blue. "But maybe next time."

Still buried inside her, Lucas instantly tucked one hand behind her back and hoisted her off the counter. Athanasia was at his mercy as he strolled slowly, rocking her into him more with each stride.

He placed her down and lowered himself, flushed their body together despite the annoyance of the hoodie.

The force of his thrusts increased abruptly. Despite trying her best, fighting to keep her noises to a minimum, Athanasia could no longer hold in the pleasure.

The powerful thrusts he gave caused a surge of pleasure that permeated her whole existence and Athanasia was slowly losing her sense. But the clarity of realization, of how he was close to splitting her apart was there. The sensation of him stretching within her walls, that pleasurable heat in her stomach threatening to burst at any moment.

Lucas felt her walls tightening around his length and he did not let up his pace as he brutally abused her sweet spot like his life depended on it. His hands rubbed at her hips gently. The other rolled the sensitive nub in gentle circles and she gasped. Her mouth hung wide and incoherent moan started coming out.