Burning Desires

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where Ponkert was allowed to wash the sweat and dirt from the fight from his body. As he climbed
from the water and dried, one of the servants spoke, "Our queen has directed us to take you to the
princess." He nodded to them to lead on as he slipped into his Hortian robes of royalty that Jan had
apparently ordered for him from the inn. His weapons, including his precious laser, were there also. It
took only moments to wind their way back to the palace. Another few seconds, and his servant
companions opened another massive wooden door, not unlike those he was becoming accustomed to
finding in Kellerian palaces. He stepped into a room that would've made a sultan's harem envious with its
luxury. But he gave little notice to the opulence that surrounded him. His eyes saw only one thing. A very
beautiful, short-haired redhead who stood in long velvet robes in the middle of the chamber-Elf!
"Chad!" she exclaimed as her eyes settled on him then she rushed forward, as did he.
When they met, there was no stopping the flurry of wet, warm kisses as they desperately tried to cover
any and all skin left exposed by their garments. When their lips at last met in a long, loving joining, they
communicated more than hours of conversation could've achieved. Remaining in the girl's clinging arms,
he maneuvered her to the edge of a large oval bed on one side of the room. As their lips continued to
meet and their tongues continued to delve in and out of each other's mouth, they somehow managed to
seat themselves. Eventually, Ponkert gently eased the girl from him. Tears of happiness flowed from her
hazel eyes.
Somewhere finding the strength to resist the urge to pull her back into his arms, he started his tale.
Beginning with the Werewolf and ending it with the battle for her freedom and a peace treaty between
the two cities, he told her everything. Everything! He left no detail of his Kellerian adventures
unmentioned.
"Then that means we're safe and in the hands of friends," Elf finally commented, almost irritating him with
her easy acceptance of his explanation.
"Do you understand everything I've said?" he questioned, perplexed by her attitude.
"Yes, everything," she smiled, as her hands lovingly caressed the sides of his face. "But all that is in the
past. And the treaty is in the future. All that matters now is that we, together, are safe and in no danger."
He laughed at her crazy, wonderful logic and enwrapped her in his arms. His tongue once more plunged
into the warm sweetness of her mouth. Her lips parted willingly and her own tongue played and teased at
his. "Take me, my lord," she whispered as their lips parted. "Please, it's all that I want for now.
Everything else can wait." Despite the bulkiness of their clothing and the intricate clasps and catches that
held the garments together, they managed to strip with little interrupting of their demanding embraces. He
groaned long and low when at last he felt the summery touch of her body pressed against him. Skin to
skin, man to woman.
Lowering her to the bed once again under his pressing weight, his hands hungrily raced over the enticing
smoothness of her young supple body. His tongue flicked out against her fleshy little earlobe, easily
bringing delighted pleasure-moans from her lips. As he increased his taunting, his teeth nibbled at the
lobe, eventually capturing it. In turn, his tongue whipped at the sensitive flesh until she writhed beneath
him, rolling the bulging mounds of her breasts across his chest. The yearning call of her pillowy tits
summoned his hands. Answering the invitation, he rolled to his side and slightly off the soft body under
him. Dancing his fingertips in swirling little patterns, beginning at the ear opposing the one he busied with
his mouth, he teased down the long freckle-sprinkled arch of her graceful neck, arriving with tantalizing
slowness at the base of one of the fleshy mountains. Shivery little trembles shot through her body at the
contact of breast and hand. She groaned and wedged a warm thigh between his yielding legs. Her thigh
eased up, finding the thickness of man-meat swelling from his loins. Her body quaked with excitement as
she felt the throbbing virility coursing through his cock.
With a definite languor, she rolled the thick shaft, teasing him into soft aroused moans. She shivered as
the first flow of preseminal juices oozed to the sleek surface of her thigh. Warm and wet, it slicked over
the supple roundness of her leg as she moved against him. As he gave up the pleasure-tortured earlobe
and moved his lips and tongue to her neck, his fingers gently traced the large circumference of her
billowy breast. Having traversed the complete base, he raced his fingertips around it once again,
delighting at the series of flesh tremors he ignited in the girl.
Spiralling and circling in the aroused heaving mound, he climbed up the alluring cone. Quivering and
warm, the flesh beneath his fingertips trembled with increasing alacrity as he ascended. Her breathing
deepened and quickened as she readily foresaw the ultimate goal of his climbing touch.
Jolts of electric excitement volted through her body as he probed the quiescent nipple seated atop the
fleshy crest. Lightly, he tapped at the little button bringing it to glowing life. His fingers swirled over the
rubbery nubbin stiffening it to a jutting bud that stood erect and hard. Likewise her breathing was sharp
and her chest heaved hard. Simultaneously, he tweaked at the one nipple possessed by his hand with his
forefinger and thumb, while his mouth unexpectedly leaped from the softness of her sensitive,
pleasure-arched throat to the opposing nipple perched sleepily on her unattended tit. Her moans came
as abrupt, piteous little cries at his sudden oral attack. Her thigh eagerly pressed at his swollen prick and
lasciviously rubbed its length. Using his teeth to nibble, his tongue to lick, and his lips to caress, he had
the lifeless bud of flesh aroused stiff and throbbing in record time. Moaning uncontrollably under the dual
sensations commanding her breasts, she arched toward him. Responding, his mouth opened and
accepted the ponderous bulk of tit that was offered. At the same time, his hand closed around the
opposite mound and squeezed tightly. Sucking and licking with earnest vigour at one of the titillating
orbs, he kneaded the yielding flesh of the other. Over and over his fingers dug into the pliable globe that
strained into his encompassing palm. Molding the breast to his wishes, he rolled and tugged and
squeezed. Her heated belly rose and pressed against his side, demanding the attention it so desperately
wanted.
In a manoeuver that took her breath away, he pulled his lips away from her breast with a loud sucking [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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