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Taming of the Lord: Primal Desires... by Elizabeth B. "the warrior" ---Poor is the one whose pleasures depend on the permission....from others. Disclaimer: Thundercats and anything associated with them are not my property! |
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He still couldn't believe it! They, the Micrits, had left him strapped down to the ground and disappeared despite his protests. It was late afternoon and the daylight was easing eagerly into darkness, being early autumn. The darkness soothed his nerves slightly and he relaxed, resting the side of his face against his arm. The Thundranium in his bonds surely added to his state of physical peace. It was the one reason he was powerless to break them. It was the only reason to explain his sudden weakness. Uneasiness filled him again because he knew..he knew the others would be wondering where he was..why he couldn't summon them with the sword. Especially Snarf. An amused smile broke his face remembering all of Snarf's scoldings and lectures and just plain annoying tantrums....continuing even to the present day. The smile turned into a serious scowl as he realized the probable seriousness of his situation. Throwing his head side to side, he darted his eyes everywhere, assessing his surroundings. An occasional chittering of some bird..or some wild animal. But emptiness filled his vision. No Micrits, nobody. As he lay his head down slowly the reality of just how vunerable he was sunk in. The few remaining shreds of light illuminated the uncertainty in his sleepy garnet eyes. Anyone could come by to help me.. ..or kill me. "Still.." he reasoned, looking down at the golden threads encasing him, "I have to get out of these things." A strained moan left his lips. "Before they finish me." Tilting his head back all the way he drew in a huge gulp of air and screamed madly. "SNARRF! CHEETARA, WILEY-KIT, KAT, PANTHRO, TYGRA, ANYONNNNE.....!!!" His throat contracted but his voice didn't follow. It too had exhausted and his body subsided downward. Nothing. His effort was for nothing. At this point he felt defeated, helpless. Frighteningly helpless. Negative thoughts began to overtake him relentlessly. His heartbeat quickened, beating iradically, beads of sweat breaking out on his forehead. Louder the beats drilled into his ears pushing him into the depths of panic and.....and he drew in breath and exhaled very, very cautiously. Carefully... This is not helping. I must stop or I'll give myself a heart attack. I have no choice. I must wait. Wait. ...as he sighed tenderly and his eyelids dropped down gingerly. He surrendered to his surroundings fully, letting his senses tame him into a blissful state. The blades of grass dug teasingly into his skin as their slight dampness induced a tingling sensation in the inner folds of his sumptuous thighs. A serene smile, with a slight hint of what could be described as pleasure, invaded his soft lips. His skin was tempted yet again as a protruding cool breeze pushed against him, running its invisible hands seductively through his very thick hair. He lay motionless, held down by something more stronger than even the Micrits' threads. It was so wonderful...so very wonderful..so.... There was the crunching of underbrush and leaves.. His head shot up, eyes wide open. He stared straight at a small group of shadowy, menacing pine trees. Lion-O's eyes bored into that one space. He could hear his heart again. Footsteps? "Willa?!...Nayda!" he breathed, blinking, unsure of his own eyesight. Nayda's voice reassured him. "We thought we heard someone cry out." She moved closer and Willa joined in. "Yes, lucky for you we were passing through.." she lifted the crossbow she carried off her shoulder and tossed it aside "..we were out.." her dark eyes concealing her true intentions"....hunting." "Oh thank Jaga.. you would not believe it if I told you." His tone grew serious. "Help me out of these bonds..you must..they have Thundranium in them. They're draining me of my strength." he concluded gently. Lion-O became aware of his sudden uneasiness. These warrior maidens, his friends and allies, were making him very uncomfortable. It's the way they kept staring at him, especially Willa, like he was..some..sort..of prey. Like she had just cornered her prey. Like she had been stalking her prey all..along. Like she knew. "As I told you Lion-O, we were hunting. We saw everything, how the Micrits tied you..how you struggled and we know from experience that their magical threads are unbreakable...but.."Her legs gave way beneath her voluntarily, calves folding under her thighs and crashed down with her left knee brushing up against the buldge of his crotch. Willa's right knee was wrapped protectively around his outer right thigh. "We were hungry but food could not satisfy this....this strange hunger." Her tounge flicked out slightly, rubbing her upper lip. Willa laughed light-heartedly. "Nayda! Don't be shy, my sister, come join me." Lion-O continued to lay in stunned silence as Nayda sat down and let her legs slide underneath the back of his head. She let her fingers ride through his hair and beamed in appreciation. "So soft..so pretty!" stroking the red strands lovingly. "Willa...I...I uhhh..." He couldn't finish, blushing hotly, and turning his face away..right into Nayda's hand! He gasped at her tender caress. "Oh Lion-O! You have nothing to fear." The palms of Willa's hands rested possessively on his thighs, kneading the warm flesh appreciatively. Lion-O grunted. "I.." her fingers massaged more needfully "...we like you. Very, very much. But we warrior maidens never take by force." "Will you let us touch you as we please?" Still turned away he struggled with his words. "I..I never..." "Have been touched?" she finished for him. She knew. Fear and innocence burned from him. Her right hand reached forward and cupped him under his jaw. She guided his gaze to meet hers and saw the sting of tears beginning to emerge. Tears of embarrasment. The look she threw him was one of sympathy and reassurance as she wiped at the droplets with the back of her hand. He finally felt safe. "Yes," Lion-O nodded, "touch me...show me." Nayda complied by sliding her hand under his chin, lifting it graciously and sealing her rosy lips onto his sensual ones. Her mouth pumped up and down determined to taste him fully. Lion-O responded eagerly, delving deeper in her mouth encouraged by the curious fingers stroking his cheek and playing with his long mane. She pumped him more --wanting more-- and her hand wandered onto his left breast. Her fingers searched over the thin blue cloth of his uniform and settled on the nipple --fondling it vigorously. His hips jerked down and Lion-O pulled back, her wet hunger thick on his lips. Panting rapidly he begged, "...more," and an undeterred Nayda blew strands of hair off his neck, swooping down to suckle on his exposed throat. Lion-O felt the strands shifting on his stomach and looked down to see Willa trying to create more access to his body. Nayda protested his distraction by nuzzling him harder, thrilling him higher. Raw excitement now fueled his excelerated heartbeat. Such..sweet..pleasure. It was so powerful..as Nayda's tounge lashings continued feverently..pushing, forcing his head to retreat slightly. These waves, these waves of pleasure, exploded within him snaking all the way down into the depths of his belly and imprisoned him. His eyelids, laced with lush, dark lashes were closed, fluttering oh so delicately fearful and yet eager to release the bliss within him. The mouth tried too, joining in, slightly ajar and trembling softly. Untamed and devoid of premeditated words the bliss was suddenly freed. "Ahh....ahhhhhhh!" he burst out, completely exasperated collapsing onto the swell of Nayda's thighs. Helpless, he rested as Nayda's mouth let go, teasing him one last time under his chin. Her fingers traced over every gorgeous contour, the high cheekbones, the perfect nose, the beautiful eyes adorned by the regal eyebrows reaching finally to comb through the endless waves of ruby fire hair. Lion-O, his eyes opened to mere slits, rested heavily. Contentment and peace were solely visible on Lion-O's face as he began to drift off, soothed on by the inviting folds of Nayda's thighs cushioning his right cheek. Deeper..farther..fading....his senses disturbed the slumber. That new and intoxicating beast was stirring again in the pit of his abdomen. He awakened awkwardly, biting down lightly on his lower lip, and tilted himself forward to discover the source of the renewed pleasure flooding within him. Willa was doing something..... "Willa..what are you doing ?" Before he got the chance to see fully, an icy, very wet answer rubbed against his warm upper abdomen making him cry out. Falling back into Nayda's lap hard he could do nothing but bear..bear the sweet torture that Queen Willa was executing. Willa's posture was more regal now as her wet hands, thanks to her canteen, rested on and felt the ripples of desire churning through his stomach muscles. Rippling. Utterly mezmerized was the warrior maiden by this unabashed sensuality from the Thundercat lord! His belly rode up and down, dipping down, the hips grinding slowly side to side beckoning..beguiling..tempting her..begging her to.... ATTACK! Willa, calm and rational Willa, was anything but as her hands shot down, clamping securely onto the Thundercat insignia encased in his belt. Forcing it to anchor her full body weight she pulled forward roughly, bucking upward once, then buried his hips and girth with her womanhood. Those threads.. those accursed threads prevented her from taking him in her frustration quickly replaced by blunt desire as she ground down on him more, riding with his cooperative thrusts.Upppp....dow..dow.dowwwwnnn...feeling him increase substancially beneath her --against her. Wanting more she yanked the belt downward --startling Lion-O into hesitaton-- taking along the tight turquoise shorts as far as the Micrits' theads would permit! She began to drool at the treasure the belt had been concealing. Thrusting harder she, "By the gods Willa!!!" he yelped and was silenced by Nayda --his other "tormenter." Harder she... was in complete awe of the unobstructed beauty of Lion-O's denuded belly. The water's sheen glistened on the soft folds of his six-pack. Each time his stomach rose from taking in a breath, a stray pool of moisture ejected downward. This was joined by the other strays that slithered menacingly over his heated flesh slowly, farther, gathering finally to flood icy, cold arousal into the utmost depth of his navel. She stopped working him, letting him work alone, her entire concentration fixed on the moist nakedness below her. The warrior maiden assessed the delicacy that was hers to take, to do with anything that she wanted. How vunerable and utterly ravishing the Lord of the Thundercats looked now! How the moist flesh of his belly rose again and again in nervous breath..forcing his delicate, erotic cup's pool to overflow..spilling sweetness carelessly..setting ablaze the fire to the drumming heart in her chest as Willa spit forth a muffled, hungry growl. No more! No more could she contain herself. She had to taste him. It was the anticipation. The anticipation of what more guilty but delicious things that Willa could do..that left him cradled in Nayda's protective arms with his forehead leaning against the swell of her bosom. He breathed hurriedly against her knowing how exposed he was..breathing excitedly, with...her scent enticing him waiting..waiting..his midriff sooo uncensored --too uncensored--...for Willa to..for Willa.. "Great seas of Thundera!" he cried out.. ..as Willa's arms, folded under his waist and brought him up unto her, her mouth opening to promptly begin feasting. She buried her face more into him smelling, feeling, and tasting beginning just below his ribs. Lion-O's scent was so intoxicating, so sexual. "Mmm.." she approved greedily, her lips planting tender kisses..watching him twitch.. then parting to allow her anxious tongue to begin lapping up the leftover wetness that glazed his firm stomach. Her mission was precise and her willingness to expidite it quite apparent. She roamed wildly, drinking, milking him clean. "Please don't....stop," he begged faintly, hips bucking with each twirl of her tounge. But she was only halfway done. The warrior maiden's coal-black eyes floated downward worshipping the delicious terrain that she would next "explore." Yes. It was a wise move to save the best for last. So heated, her legs spread wider then embracing Lord Lion-O even tighter never..to..let go. Leaning into him again her lips pushed into his stomach and parted into a tiny grin feeling his instant erection pressing so wantingly below her. The kiss proceeded with her moistened lips opening generously, drawing in his flesh as..they..slowly pursed together..letting him slip from her dampened mouth. He started thrashing eradically in her grasp. Enclosing her arms around him more, her authoritative hold let Lion-O know just who was in charge here! But, by the gods, he couldn't help it as... Willa continued her quest to conquer the lord wanting very much to know him..bewitch him totally for herself as her wicked tongue alone would finish all that was sinful and forbidden and drowned in lust. Willa's, Queen of the Warrior Maidens, lust for Lion-O, Lord of the Thundercats! It..the taking of what was hers....began. From under his arched waist her hands unlocked, releasing him downward very gently. Willa's flushed face was very much so, casting out her own inner heat, her graphic intentions, as it droppped downward framed wildly by long strands of raven hair. Closer and closer --she smelled his fever-- her hands emerged from beneath..sliding along his waist and finally came to rest assertively on the lord's sexy hips. Hooking her thumbs into Lion-O's loosened belt and sky-blue briefs..her mouth almost there...she tugged until his smooth, strong hips lay completely naked unto her. In obedient collaboration her body flattened, the whole length of her sliding silkly downward over him. Inching..coming..so near Willa's parched lips raining heated breath onto the the young lord's saturated, hungry stomach....hearing Lion-O's rapid, broken moaning end as her petal soft lips came to finally rest --laying down possessively just above his navel. Her lips erupted into tiny, crazed, teasing smacks.. ..sending Lion-O bolting upward, tilting his left hip..unintentionally forcing Willa's love to burrow into him more. She rested momentarily. Enjoying it. Enjoying the untamed passion and blunt desire of his abdomen that alone supported..her face, her mouth..shoving the warm, dampened goodness of his belly through her slightly open lips. Her cornered mouth drew widely apart and lazily slid together..Lion-O approved with another hip swivel..kissing the spot tenderly to bid farewell --so as to move on to her intended target. The warrior maiden began. Knowing what she would do very soon unto Lion-O..now having found his pleasure..would more than likely send him over the edge, into the depths of oblivion. And so she continued gently, knowing she would bathe in his bliss with him. Willa decided on a long goodbye, her mouth teasing the spot..kissing..tasting him delicately --compelling his lower belly to shoot upward-- ..with every kiss..every lusty kiss guiding Willa's steamy playground to lay down obediently and at her utter mercy on the "bed" of grass. Willa was completely oblivious to her surroundings..totally lost in pleasuring the thundercat lord's heaving..now non-stop heaving midriff. Time was meaningless to her now as she could go on forever. Forever getting drunk from his succulent bare belly petting her mouth..his excited starving for her scent impaling all her senses. Forcing her thighs to spread wide open to ooze her euphoria onto his covered but undeniably enflamed manhood! That sent the sexual demon surging, raging through Lion-O. It was overwhelming as its full fury slowly overtook every inch of him..it was maddening yet blissful, as he trembled with it surrendering as..it..rendered him speechless. It finally settled and fermented in his lower abdomen. His control waning, an unforseen wanting, demanding moan left him....grabbing the horny queen's full attention. It made her look up! Listening to his vocalized wishes for even more hedonism....her night-washed, hungry eyes edged away upward from his stomach as to visually justify the intensity of his cries. Willa smiled savagely --for Lion-O did not disappoint. She continued to stare and stare and got into him --and how she would not disappoint him. Would never deny him...."Do with me," Lion-O commanded very wearily,"what..you..will...." ...never leave him starved. "...can't take it --any longer." It struck her hard as her head lowered and her eyes shut out the world momentarily. How perfect this was! She took this instant..her proud warrior's heart racing faster and faster..to revel in just how impossibly good this all felt. Just the fact that Lion-O lay beneath her. His obvious satisfaction. Her own too. And getting ready to deliver her most powerful blow yet! It was all too much for her. The beauty of him. Yet the rush within her, throwing itself out as delirious heat through her skin, was somewhat familiar. It was as when she was about to strike her target when on the hunt. Waiting for just the right moment..waiting...waiting..so close and then finally..... She shuddered. Ready now to face what must be done her eyes opened, fixed and focused, to to show her the way. All the way to paradise. "Nayda....." Willa began, eating Lion-O up with those eyes, then throwing them unto Nayda..the potency of her stare revealing the true magnitude and intentions hidden innocently behind her next simple words. "Hold him!" That's all it took. To cause Lion-O's head to reel back knowing, even though being near his breaking point, that Willa would show him more. It was already too much as his rampantly approaching climax was threatening to spill forth its joy any moment. Knowing there was no way to prevent nor prepare he suffered and waited.....and silently prayed --for strength. Watching helplessly as Nayda obeyed..the tips of her breasts accidently stroking his quivering lower lip as she descended. Lower and her right hand lovingly covered his left breast..then left..her arm hugging around the fullness of his chest. Her grip tightened, but not too roughly, just enough to pin him firmly in place. And finally, her right cheek collapsed tenderly onto his chest. And felt the sudden leap of his heart as his libido responded to Willa breathing hotly onto his belly....introducing the beginning of her full onslaught! Willa's decending mouth was being welcomed enthusiastically.The quickening spasmadic thrusting of his taunt getting slicker --getting sinfully steamer-- belly waited impatiently...to..be..loved... Mere centimeters she did hover..above..her.."target." Willa's tongue flailed outward, dressing her lips wet to prepare for battle. Reluctantly leaving the soothing flesh of his right hip her hand sneaked south, sampling along the way, and settled happily into the well-defined, very soaked groove in the uppermost area of his generous thigh. Willa, still not all the way satisfied, persisted..her eager fingers weaving through, between the abundant threads until she finally managed to slip her grip under and into Lion-O's tight briefs. And started caressing.. ..his huge throbbing "sword." He hissed, not of pain, but of the unspeakable level of unearthly delight from her hold because he trusted her. This is the price he paid --gladly paid-- for trusting Willa! Willa's mouth snapped open --how damn moist and swollen he was! Riding into battle she dove down hard. To consumate his unspoken, but quite apparent want. Never had a hunt made her feel this ravenous. Willa's longing of Lion-O --ever since she first encountered him-- was to explore and know, know the secret to what would make his strong, beautiful body tremble and grow soft...and weak..and to become totally helpless. She was to be the one to draw this from him --the now almost completely denuded, spread open for her only Thundercat lord. He had chosen her to share it with. She needed him. The need was behind the ferosity with which she plunged her most erotic kiss.They embraced, her gentle yet ruthless lips, greedily embraced....his mouth, his sensitive delicate mouth. Lion-O erupted! His shocked stomach exploded upward..sealing her moist kiss harder! From there, from where her kiss had tasted, an untamed surge of the most undescribable elation burst forth..... Lion-O surrendered to it --to its pure love-- grinning shamelessly, lapping lazily at his slightly ajar lips..again..and again... Growing, his thighs split apart but, being bonded, not enough as he desperately wanted to give her himself --and to take of her as well. Willa held firm suckling on the non-stop wetness his hot belly was feeding her..rising madly up to thank her..with every press of her mouth onto his drawing out the delectable nectar he spilt. She continued, her hard-working lips....slid..ever..sooo..silkly to meet to protectively surround his....... Willa felt Lion-O's response to her waning assault, his stomach thrusts lessening in speed and..dropped..into..calmer....heaves. Calmer yet still very dense he heaved roughly under her. Because she was far from finished --and he knew it. The secret, she had found his secret. Her forehead throbbed slightly not from fright but from him. Lion-O's deliciousness. Even though having eaten so much of him her appetite was still not satiated! Perhaps now... Preferebly never. His honey heavily bathed her lips, seeping temptingly onto her tounge, then her lips drew away seductively from....one....another...to...widely rembrace his..navel. Tossing his weary face aside, he encouraged her on with a brief but impassioned cry. Impatient, his lubricating blade ordered her on! It was gathering rapidly. Her release. She ground herself against Lion-O, famished, provoking the premature secretion caking thickly from between her thighs. She let her very anxious tongue ..wander..creep menancingly... press down its eagerness right above his navel. Her "weapon" pondered, drinking in his liquid sex. It then whipped backward, dipping teasingly once --taken aback by his instant belly recoil-- into his forbidden cup then..slitherrreed..back..out, leaving him filled with her dense, wet desire. Willa couldn't believe how soaked she was! Couldn't believe how much more soaked Lion-O had gotten!! Willa was dying to throw him over the brink right now. So badly she did. But.....no way was she going to bring a quick finish to something as ecstatic as this! Sooooo mouthwatering! Something that meant she could eat to her fill of Lion-O. So what was the hurry? That reasoning really had no place here because stalling what she was rapidly losing control of, her will, would not permit delaying it any more. And so she moved onward. Watching...watching as.. she moaned whisper-soft as hips, her hips, swayed..her tounge her thighs squeezed (she was so coming now)..pressed down on then..began..tracing the succulently tender outside of his, filled of her, bellybutton. Instant. Instant fire burned then.. Ohhhh Willa..Lion-O mentally cried for her, for her to hurry, hurry...his pelvis oozing seductively downward. The warrior woman's mind drifted out of this bland world. A sudden world of possibilities of what could be --what she could have-- gave birth to an instant, insanely probable idea. She, with her sister, would somehow free Lion-O and kidnap him..carrying him to the Tree Top Kingdom. There.....he would reside bare in her quarters, her bed, only and she in turn would spend the rest of her days generously pleasuring his flesh..his delectable flesh over and over and.... As quickly as she left she was being dragged back into reality, briefly disheartened, but what was bringing her back... Her mouth was the first recipient of his inescapable vehemency..filling with the most delectable flavors as her tounge continued soaking in Lion-O's out-of-control excitement. Next it was her vision that cleared, and blatantly showed why her mouth was becoming --so-- satisfied.. Lion-O's stomach was literally drenched, flooding, heaving insanely underneath her mercilessness..her "serpent's" unending slithering. Her tounge was a sly one..dipping..in..slightly promising "deliverence" of long-awaited bliss to the lord...then retreated leaving behind Lion-O's frustrated gasps as it continued to slide and tease slide and tease.... Willa was now wide awake and finally accepted that this brief encounter was enough for her. More than enough! Just as she was about to lick..Lion-O interrupted her focus. She returned again to...but its draw, his voice, that beautiful voice pleading was so mezmerizing one could not resist it. One time. An extra piece of heaven to hold on to. So then the woman crumbled and allowed her eyes to bask on him one..last..time. Nayda held him so close, protectively, her left cheek depressing against his right as he breathed his pleas. "Ungh..ungh.." Lion-O continued, exhaling strenuously, with each draw pushing his cheek harder against Nayda's. Nayda was smiling and forcefully nuzzling his touchably soft face. Her caresses turned into kisses, Nayda giving them everywhere..his forehead..his eyes..his nose..cheeks..his lips --where she remained. Hers pushed, as if starved, into his parting..then probing inside to feed off his lucid ecstasy. During a reprieve Willa's exhausted captive shot at her a brief, pleading look. Release me now! --it screamed at Willa....then left, paying full attention to the younger sister's "comforting." Willa was speechless! Spoken words could not do justice to the way this god of a man had just looked at her! With complete and utter trust. Joy in her. All of her. Like he had just laid his eyes on the most precious jewel on this Third Earth. Those bewitching scarlet eyes. Beloved rapture had shut them as hotter and harder Nayda kissed..wetter as an exhausted lord managed a final plea of "...please."She would never deny him. That one word --please-- impaled her --for she was its target. She was the cause of it all. His pleasure was hers to bestow....as...her..hand renewed working Lion-O inside his briefs, his massive erection drowning in its own.. "PLEASE!!!!" It happened so quickly. Yet it took an eternity. Willa descended, slowly, without fear --no mercy in her hammering heart! His sweet wine was all..over him. Not one inch of his hot, thrusting abdomen was left unscathed. It roamed carefree, seeping over and into his flesh --oh that sensual flesh-- into.... No, she fell! Vorascious was her name as her parched mouth pressed urgently into his --crippling the mighty thundercat lord's thrusts-- and..she..came..so..deeply, so...hard...feeling herself, her tounge, invading..... Lion-O's belly went rigid... He violently moaned --overwhelmed..but oh so pleased by her partial lecherous intrusion-- and gave in to the rabid trembling overtaking his entire body. Willa had him --and damned if she would ever release him!!-- had him withering underneath her tender threat of what was to come now! And..she..opened her mouth --from which heaven itself exhaled... He smelled sooo good!!!! So ripe. This rammed her, mashing her hips --her spill-- into Lion-O's hot, naked ones..and..finally. Willa.. "GODSS!" ...filled him --so slowly, menacingly..it..was..plain..torture. Delicious torture. Air did not give her body lifegiving breath but he --the mere feel of the tender skin-- did, needfully enveloping...her tounge oozing into..his belly tightened --fearful of the unknown, the unknown magnitude of the end-- snaring her thick, dripping wet.. He could feel her..inside --feeling-- Lion-O's waist arched up and lips parted to cry-gasp and fell down to her, releasing her.. ..pent up love. Passionately the ravenous warrior filled him --his tenderlicious bellybutton-- completely... Pleasure choked his belly, throwing up the hips once....ripping down into his.. ..formidable saber --challenging Willa's firm grip! And she showed him gently stirring in her salivating tounge... "Willa...?" So weak it was a whisper! ..against the so moistened, ultra-sensitive, nerve-packed inner realms of his navel... feeling Lion-O's trembling turn to spasmatic convulsions. Stirring faster and faster and... His abdomen stiffened abruptly --imprisoned her yet again-- forced her to stay working..even faster..even deeper..even wetter.. Then..Lord Lion-O showed her! "WILLLAAAAAAA!!!!!" he scream-moaned. His hips snapped down --took Willa along. EXPLODED!!!! As she lay on Lion-O, Willa sensed she didn't have to check down there --she knew that she had served her king well! Her hand was enveloped, getting more enveloped, by steaming..sticky..hot cream of Lion-O. Because as her lips tried ferociously to keep grip of his slick belly, her possessed tounge did not want to stop....laboring. "Sister!" Nayda's jealous-laden voice interrupted."When will I get to play with him?" A faint snapping sound of what seemed to be dried leaves followed by several smaller echoes of the first cut off Willa's answer to her. Nayda's dark brown eyes reflected what she recognized about this sound's distant familiarity. She knew it had to end now. Right now. They were coming back! Nayda panicked --hearing what she could not see. "WILLA!" unsure of what to do. "The Micrits are returning! I..hear..them." "We must leave...." Her genuine disappointment swelled crudely in her eyes as her hand dove lovingly into Lion-O's red sea of hair --to remember. "..leave him." A tiny teardrop ran away from her. It was as if her wind was knocked out. Willa was paralyzed..she had to leave him..how dare they..interfere --vowed to herself their elimination very soon-- and squeezed out utter heartbreak from defeated eyes. The warmth of his firm, shuddering belly in her face comforted her --for her loss-- forced her to love her lover a final time..her tounge swelling inside..excess juiciness overflowing his thirsty navel --as he ejaculated for the upteenth time!!!! "Willa hurry!" Willa sat up, appearing semi-conscious...lost. She nodded once --she too now heard those teeny troublemakers. "Nayda, wait. I can't leave him like this!" Ahh...a few more precious moments as she started to redress Lion-O correctly --not what she would consider proper, though. Swallowing hard she sought self-control as her hands took grip of his stained --god help her-- brief-shorts. They inched upward unsteadily --rocked by still bucking hips-- as the garment length ended just..oh myyy..beneath..the..bellybutton. It still beheld, dribbling overabundance of her thick downpour..begging..her..to..bathe... --she in exchange swiped at his remnants frosting her lips. Finally, she took his belt to his waist, wrapping it with such delicate concern one would bestow to something fragile. Personal. Willa then found her mouth over his --his breathes so strained she was afraid he would pass out! Palms cupped, fondled his breasts, as she stuffed his mouth with hers..and leapt away after her vanishing sibling. And just in time! Lion-O, Lord of the Thundercats rested --savoring the fading, euphoric delight still pulsating his groin-- a hot tear trickled....shouting out joy too great for..spoken..words. His senses seemed dimmed and he felt so..sleepy --the threads had not made him feel this exhausted-- didn't understand why, and saw the Micrits surrounding him out of half-open eyes. Far, far away as if in a distant dream his ears picked up a very faint, familiar screech. "LION-OOOOOOOO..snarf snarrrffff!!" He never wanted so much to be left alone then in his entire life.... :) |