Liath moaned his name as her head fell back. Yes... This was how this was supposed to feel. With every caress of Rurik's tongue, every hot suck on her nipple, Liath felt pleasure blossom within her. She'd forgotten what it felt like. She'd focused with what little strength she had on trying not to feel anything. But this was Rurik. There were no walls here. She was safe.
Oh, sweet Mother, she was finally safe.
She bit back a sob of joy as her hand found its way to his hair and tightened on the strands. She caressed his scalp as she undulated against him and offered him more of her breasts, her thighs and ass flexing beneath his touch. His hot touch that seared away all the badness with his cleansing flame. She wanted Rurik to burn her with his passion, with his love. Burn the touch of any other person away until only his remained on her skin and inside her.
"Yes," she breathed. She needed this, needed him. Needed him to replace the foul touch with the pleasure of his.
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Date: 2024-04-19 08:24 pm (UTC)Oh, sweet Mother, she was finally safe.
She bit back a sob of joy as her hand found its way to his hair and tightened on the strands. She caressed his scalp as she undulated against him and offered him more of her breasts, her thighs and ass flexing beneath his touch. His hot touch that seared away all the badness with his cleansing flame. She wanted Rurik to burn her with his passion, with his love. Burn the touch of any other person away until only his remained on her skin and inside her.
"Yes," she breathed. She needed this, needed him. Needed him to replace the foul touch with the pleasure of his.