Blasphemy Phone Sex, Aria Falls From Grace Part Two
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His long snake-like tongue encircles my pert nipple and it’s as if he poured cool water on my fevered skin. My back arches in his arms, trying desperately to offer him easier access to my breasts. “More… oh please my lord more!” I moan out, my hands reaching down to cup my sopping wet pussy and rubbing with my palms.
He chuckles with amusement and swats my hands away. “Allow me, my love.” He purrs and cups my sex in his one hand. His palm grinding against my clit and causing me to writhe in bliss. Carefully, he lowers me to the ground in the center of the pentagram and looms over my body. The heat wafting off his body feels like a cool breeze and my body craves to feel more.
So I part my legs wider, looking up at my husband with hooded eyes, and let my fingertips glide along the length of my body invitingly. “Please, feast on me dear husband…” I call softly, seductively. I can see the fire light in his black pit eyes, and he plunges two fingers inside me without warning. My juices ease the way, but still it feels as if my pussy is being ripped open.
How can just two fingers feel like I’m being stretched apart by something huge?!
Yet my lustful body responds with a moan that could probably revive the dead priests encircling us. My fearsome dark lord commands my mouth with his own, sliding his tongue between my parted lips and swallows my moans as he pumps my virgin pussy with his meaty fingers.
He works furiously, single-mindedly, towards his goal. Thrusting faster and harder as he continues to swallow my moans. My legs begin to shake and I circle my arms around my husbands middle, clawing his bac as the pressure builds in my core. So I become frantic, feeling as if I’m about to snap. Just as I reach the cliffs edge, he pulls his fingers out and pulls away completely.
Leaving me panting and writhing on the floor, he watches me with a smug smile. So I whimper and reach out to him. “Please… don’t stop… keep going…” I’m begging my husband shamelessly, begging the dark lord shamelessly, for him to fuck me. Something inside me sings for him to depurify me and make me his vessel for his seed.
He grips my knees and spreads my legs wider. Looking down at me, he grabs hold of his shaft and plops hit down on my sex. I gasp from the immense weight and how it seems to reach all the way to my belly button when it’s not even inside me yet.
A flicker of fear crosses my eyes and I know he notices.
So I try to brace myself for impact, but fail completely when he finally rocks back and plunges his cock into my pussy. A scream rips from my chest, one that does not end as he immediately starts pounding my pussy at full speed. He doesn’t give me a single nanosecond of rest as he rips into me. His cock tearing past my cervix and fucks my womb.
I can do nothing but dig my nails into his forearms and scream in a mix of pain and pleasure. I’m on a razors edge between exquisite bliss and complete destruction. Drool spills from the corners of my lips and my tongue pokes out slightly in a lewd manner. My screams devolve into moans even as hot tears stream from my eyes.
So my body climbs up the mountain once again as I endure his lustful assault. My eyes slowly roll back into my head, my mind grows fuzzy, and my body feels like it’s floating. Finally with a primal roar from him and a banshee scream from me, we both explode at the same time. I clamp down on his shaft as he rests balls deep in me and pours all of his seed directly into my womb.
The pentagram on my stomach glows and burns, but that pain is nothing to me now. The sweet elixir of my dark lords’ seed bestows strength and power into my body. I smile up at him just as he grins back down at me. His palm rests on my lower abdomen even as he still pours his seed into me. “May our child grow quickly…”
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Aria
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