Jan 29 2024
Quintessential Consummation
I had expected Prestante would be enervated. My alter ego, Succubus, had drained his Qi, with an awesomesauce Lewinski's performance.
I don't resemble Succubus in real-life. I'm just like any nondescript woman in the streets. However, I would rapidly evolve to a lady of pleasure, when I meet the man I thirst and hunt for.
I had been told, by most of the men whom I had relations with, that I resembled a younger, and more endowed version of Kelly Chen. Whatever! It doesn't bother me. I have learnt to take men's blandishments with a huge pinch of salt.
Prestante, my young Adonai, was starting to doze off, after I came out of my quick shower. I laid beside him, gently caressed his hair, cuddling him with affection. After his sexual vertex, his brain was probably secreting an overdose of natural prolactin, putting him in a relax state of mind. I was told by my specialist doc, an ex beau, that Seikō orgasm releases four times more prolactin, than Jawihada orgasm.
I pondered whether I should wake Prestante, and entreat him to finish me off, but in the end, I nodded off too.
I felt a hand pulling aside my bathrobe below. My thighs felt being stroked gently, and fingers were slowly probing their way to my crotch. I was groggy, and my eyelids were heavy.
My half-opened eyes caught the sight of an eager beaver. It was Prestante. He was peeling off the top half of my robes, exposing my bare chi-chis.
Before I could react, his warm mouth was pressing my left chi-chi, his other hand were gently caressing and squeezing the other. I was helpless and had no energy to resist. Prestante's tongue was circling and kneading my nips. Slowly, but surely, his maneuverings were incapacitating my resistance, though recharging my carnal cupidity simultaneously.
Like a hungry baby suckling on his mummy's teat, Prestante's right hand had moved downwards, gently attempting to open my legs. I abided, willingly spreading my legs wider, as an invitation for him to continue. He broke off from his suckling, and I took the opportunity, to have a look at his face.
His gaze at me was purely carnal, with an triumphant smirk, looking pleased with his surprise trojan assault, on the weak and defenseless Succubus.
Prestante moved away from my side of my body. He was now on his knees, in front of my legs, which he had spread wider.
Next I knew, his peppy fingers were massaging my clit, followed by savagely probing my G-spot, thrusting deeper and deeper into my soaked cavern. His left hand continued his assault on my heaving chi-chis, with greater kneading intensity and forcefulness, intermittently pinching on my swollen knobs.
I began panting, feeling out of breath. I moaned repeatedly, but restrained myself from screaming. It was still dark outside the bedroom window. I now realised that Prestante must have strategized this pre-dawn trojan assault on me, the unprepared and defenseless Succubus.
Prestante continued his merciless torment, but yet, it was delightfully gratifying, as his prisoner of war, in his dungeon of lust. I couldn't resist my uncontrollable convulsions any longer.
"Please. Please Stop! Fxxk me! Just Fxxk me! Please! I want you to inside! Please!!!!" I beseeched and begged Prestante.
He gently replied "I don't have a condom at my place'. I chuckled at his boyish childlike innocence, assuring him it's alright, and impatiently commanded him, "Just fill me with it! Please!!".
He withdrew his dampened fingers from my inundated cavern, and I spread my legs wider, with my knees up higher this time, all the way to my heaving breasts.
Prestante came forward on his knees, and lifted my shapely hips with both his firm hands. He placed a pillow below my bum. Like a professional machinist, he was examining the perfect entry point, for his drill, to achieve maximum entry angle efficacy, and he began positioning himself.
I simply couldn't resist any longer. My right hand reached over, grasped his pene, and guided it between my lips of my cavern.
His shaven,now thickened pene felt bigger than usual. I reckoned it was at least 6.5 or maybe seven inches. In a split second, the sheer size of his drill bit did intimidate me, but it didn't stop me, from slowly gliding it deeper into my cavern, and eventually disappearing from my sight.
I gasped, and akin to Mortal Kombat's turn of phrase, I pleaded "Baby, Finish me, Finish me!".
Prestante started his gentle gliding and gyrating movements and I was already feeling the friction of his pene. It seemed to be spreading my narrow cavern walls wider, and wider, with each in and out movements, in ascending speed.
Whilst lubricating his solid wedge inside me, the nerves in my cavern walls were sending electrifying signals to my cerebral, which was fast depleting in oxygen.
"Harder! Faster!". I urged Prestante, unconcerned if he had the stamina to continue, and finish this delectable violation of my quim.
My heart was beating faster and faster as Prestante thrusted in and out with more speed and force. My womb felt stuffed, and my abdomen was distended. My trembling legs and feet by now were wrapped around Prestante's waist. He began his bodily descend over me, until his chest came into contact with my trembling chi-chis.
Impaling me like his captive, his right hand had locked both of my raised arms above my head, on the bed, and his left was kneading and piniching my left tit.
I was ecstatic, as he was finally transforming into a wild beast, forcefully pounding me mercilessly. I felt utterly helpless, as I couldn't move or even resist. There was no avenue to escape now, except to submit to him. Succubus was about to be defeated.
Prestante began emitting loud grunts. My arousal ascended even higher, with every of his forceful, yet irresistible thrusts and grunts.
I couldn't hold out against his brutal assault any longer. I let out a loud ecstatic scream. "Yes!!! Yes baby!!!..."
At that very moment, I felt a warm liquid jizzing inside me, flooding my cavern, dousing the burning flames of my iku-iku. The friction inside my cavern began to slow down, and finally came to a halt.
He whispered to my blushing ears, "I love you" and gently collapsed onto my clammy body, engulfing me with a raw musky aroma of his naked moist flesh, pressing firmly on my swollen chi-chis. I turned my head to catch my breath, savouring every bit of this angelic moment of liberation.
I was no longer the evil Succubus. I had become Hagar, the bondwoman of Prestante (or if you're a follower of Prophet Mohammad, he used the name Hajar ∼ meaning nourishing and splendid).
The golden rays of the sun had begun piercing through the bedroom's floor to ceiling window. It was giving colours to the faraway clouds, and distant buildings. The day had finally broken. The rising sun in Tokyo, Japan had set it's seal, on our quintessential consummation.
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