Sword Crossed Lovers

Satisfied For Now

Tybalt groans as she stares at his hard cock.  He feels the growl build in his throat and closes his eyes.  His mind moans for rest but his animal meows her name.  His body shivers as his hand finds itself stroking his cock harder than he seemed to anticipate.  He feels her lips touch the tip of his member and wrap around him slowly.

The Prince of Cats grins, moaning, "Good girl," between a gasp.  She sucks hard and slowly begins to take more of him in.  On his knees, the Capulet feels his lower back press his hips forwards and he feels her groan, the vibration of her mouth making him harder.

With her lips on his cock, Rose uses a free hand to grip the bottom of his shaft.  She controls how far she takes in the warrior, despite his instincts to just take her throat.  Her eyes grin as they stare up at him, watching his he leans back as her tongue presses him against the roof of her mouth.  His pleasure presses her on and she gently begins to move her head up and down.

Suddenly the Capulet Prince growls and forcibly places a hand on Rose's neck.  He pushes her mouth off him and presses her back onto the bed.  One arm swings under her and flips her onto her stomach.  He pulls her ass up and towards him.  She moves to all fours and raises her ass for him.

Tybalt presses his cock against her lips and one hand claims the back of her neck, helping himself to a fist full of her hair.  Simultaneously pulling her head back and thrusting into her, the man takes a deep breath of victory.

Shocked at his change in behavior, Rose gasps.  Tybalt growls right back and smiles, thrusting into her hard and fast.  His skin hits hers with a slapping sound as he knocks the moans out of her.  She feels the pressure rising in her body already.  The power of the Prince of Cats thrusting her closer and closer to an orgasm.

Rose moans, pleading for him to make her come.  With a grunt he replies, "Not yet," and thrusts harder and harder.  Begging now, she arches her back and digs her nails into the sheets.  Tybalt only tugs on her hair harder and slaps her ass.  Hard.

The woman's body shivers and Tybalt feels her walls close down harder on his cock with each thrust.  "Just a little longer," he orders, his voice husky and almost panting.  With his hand still on her sore ass, he digs his nails into her flesh.  She groans and bounces her body back against his thrusts.  "Please, let me come," she begs, her voice dripping with the need for release.  Her suffering, caused by her desire to obey him, makes him smile.  "You want to come, eh?" he purrs, leaning his chest against her back, pounding into her.

Now he feels her desire, her rapid breathing against his chest, her body shivering.  He pulls his head down by her ear, moaning for her as he claps against her.  His right hand releases her ass from his grasp and snakes his hand down her body to her clit.  She gasps and her walls shiver as he touches her.  She releases a groan, her back arching and her legs shaking.

Almost shouting, she begs but Tybalt only shakes his head.  "You will come when I say and not a moment too soon," he commands, his right hand shaking her body with pleasure.  Rose cries out, her pleasure burning her mind.  "Please!"
"Not yet," he snaps, biting down hard into the side of her neck.  She groans and does not fight him as he pulls her hair back.  Her arms shivering, she presses back against his weight on her back.  She feels how hard he is breathing and his moans only make her fire of passion burn stronger.  Her body howls and shakes, quivering at her mind's attempt to hold her back from the gates of abysmal pleasure.  She bites the insides of her cheeks hard to take her mind away from the pleasure, anything from his cock churning the moans out of her.

Tybalt's body lurches inside her and his cock flexes.  He grins and  his right hand massages her body with a skillful and mature touch.  She gasps in response, her body hitting her final stride towards impending orgasm.   The Capulet Prince's hips quiver, her walls turning her into a tight virgin.  His head leans back and he growls from deep within his chest.  He gasps for a moment and takes his right arm off her body.  He slips it under her arm, between her breasts, enclosing it around her delicate throat.

Rose can't stop a plea from jumping from her lips and she closes her eyes.  "Please, my lord, let me go."
Tybalt growls and bites her shoulder hard.  He releases her hair and closes his fingers around her mouth.  "You will only speak in moans," he hisses.  Rose groans pitifully and her brow furrows in a sort of sexual pain which only encourages the Cat to fuck her harder.

Feeling his own abyss calling his name, Tybalt gasps hard and clears his mind.  Thoughts begin to slip away and he feels the weight on his shoulders falling into an illusion of his family name.  He leans his head back and closes his eyes hard, groaning.  "Come for me," he orders.

Finally Rose lets her body stop fighting.  She leans her head back and gasps powerfully, her body pulsing with her orgasm.  She fights against his hand over her mouth to cry out his name and gasp, but he only lets the air pass through.  Shivering with anticipated pleasure, she arches her back and feels the Capulet's body join her in ecstasy.