A cozy one bedroom apartment with all of the necessary modern touches, as well as a few luxuriously splurged options. The kitchen countertop is fine polished granite, whilst the majority of flooring outside of tiled cooking area is dull brown carpet. Every typical appliance or electronic can be found; along with a high quality PC for gaming, as well as several consoles hooked up to the living room's flat screen television. The place is typically always just a little messy, though never overly so.
Posted: Sat Mar 16, 2019 9:41 pm
Bleating vehicle sounds off their intent to the world; nonsensical Morris code honked as Gadget begins to put her expertise in operating stick shift on display.
Maybe... your place?
Whether intentional or not, hips sing their truth as bump and grind hits a big red ignition button.
Chkk-Chkkk-VROOOM! Growling beast they sat within the belly of was the only further encouragement needed. "Oh ******** me, I wish I picked a spot closer to my pad."
Simpered groan as hooded sweater and black T shirt are peeled away from expansive hardened musculature; taut and heaving in their heated intensity. They peel out and once the train had left it's station; slowing or stopping never entered the picture as an option. Quite the opposite in fact, as speedometer's vermillion needle hikes a little more with each passing second. Weaving through what traffic there was so late, the Mclaren even whizzed past red lights; lead foot on the gas was colorblind in this instance. Were it not for opposite's attentiveness, they'd have crashed several times over in young, dumb recklessness as mounting urgency becomes more apparent. It was multitasking in the extreme; and Aidon finds himself struggling to keep both hands on that god damn wheel. Even harder still was keeping focus angled towards the road; not when there was so much going on right in his lap.
"Hohhh--I'm gonna--here it comes!" Eyne nearly roll into the back of skull spinning on it's axis; vision painted in dark spots as he presses forehead into her neck. Hips gyrate roughly in time with each splashing eruption, glossy coating filling chiseled divots upon abdomen with milky rivulets.
They swerve; hard.
Still on this Earth by some miracle, Hazy jade spotlights finally return to pavement upon other's urgent beckoning; spine quivering in a delighted yet uncontrollable spasm as tickling tongue dips into vitality soaked navel; carving paths through white hot river.
Roughly gripping at scalp as purrs signal satisfaction, he can't help but notice strands of lustrous platinum treasure hidden by pink curtains.
"Oh there's no way..." Wig snatched in the most literal sense, Goddess evolves into her final form as waves upon waves of gilded locks are uncovered. Instantly, softening idol tucked 'tween squishy thighs is wrought from tempered steel once more.
"Sooo... are you gonna tell me the name of my new girlfriend? I kindaaa need to know what to moan all night." Unabashed lust rumbled within close proximity of awaiting ear as they pull into a parking lot within a short walk's distance from his front door. Not even bothering to button freshly stained pants or don textile, waistbands are simply tugged up to the V dip of hips before they make way into the promiseland.
"Here, I don't know if you're into this?" ziploc generously packed with peruvian powder displayed, swift confirmation sparks responding smile as already the bag is busted open by the time couple finds themselves situated on leather loveseat.
"Good s**t! Now, just hold still for a sec..."
Spoken as snowy line is carefully set to border the outline of barren and rapidly rising cleavage in the shape of a 'v' with acutely flaring ends. Sniffing symphony as the alignment so carefully laid out only seconds ago disappears up gluttonous nostril even faster than it had been readied. Ecstatic eyne widen to show off pupils amidst cartoonish dilation, and giddy laugh signals the product's potency as tudor is placed upon nearby coffee table.
The glisten of her myrrhed maw struck. The petals were a sacrifice, shaking as they are with Edenly ardor 'pon him and with this she reaffirms that even her tenderness is cruelty. Halting, she stills on the throne of his lap. The graveyard aroma lingers, all vanilla, all incense as waves of platinum tumble forth from forsaken crowning. Digits clasp the wig and blinking horned headband, faced with the concreteness of something impartial, something hungry indiscriminately, and yet she laughs.
"All night? I'm gonna hold you to that~" How could she be denied? "Gadget. It's Gadget."
With the haste of a quip that eludes some suggestion of mystery, she says nothing in the interlude. Content to hurriedly dash from the car to the door, arms clasped over one another, shielding brazen sheerness from springtime chills. The few belongings brought are dropped right inside the threshold, palms freed to graze gooseflesh pallor hastily.
"Hm? Try wha-? Oh, s**t. Yeah! Okay, let me--"
Poised on the loveseat's worn cushion, curvity pivots provocatively to cater perched paraphernalia. Partaken fast, furiously inhaled far too quick but bursting glee entices echoes, lulling piqued sensory momentarily. Gadget clicks her tongue against her lips and feigns contemplation as if particularly attached to conversation. Pushing the rough-hewn shoulders off, the ascent is gradual; a yin to his yang.
There is no beauty without terrible depth, the retribution through brute obsession. Seams pried from frail-flowering flesh, left pooling around bare ankles akin to lapping shores. Turpitude—primordial in concept—was old as the raw feeling itself. Bathe in the wicked judgment and liberation, worship argent steel pulsating hemoglobin to burn by touch alone; an addict's fidget, impatient and yearning, jolts in her hand.
Ceremoniously powder lines smooth plateau once sheathe flung to the wayside was long gone, forgotten like her own softening bending knees. She laughs the answer into his skin, respiration equally indulging as lover's own but elation angled jaw and corkscrew tongue palpably swollen with rabid gluttony was not mirth-filled. Gargantuan but endured, she swallowed whole.
POP goes the bubble. The weight of thumping tongue ravishing each syllable with cherry-stained geniality: "I think I just found my new favorite flavor."
Of course, he was weaned from further savagery! Standing up, staggering devotion descends, intoxicatingly haphazard but nestled into the concave of primed physique like it had been crafted for such. She’s an undone confessional pulled tautly: opened in sanctimonious protest, kept tethered to him until she surrenders a confession. "Aidon..." Let his bombinated mind settle on a summer of pink plush and everything soft, where fields of gilt wheat waver.
Uncertainty and hesitation hold no place here, and neither are found. Split lipt scything masque portrays giddy expectations at the prospect of deviant carnality, stone shorn shoulders brace against plush cushioning as midsection rises in the air; denim and cotton sliding over ample hump of toned rear before textile lost, long forgotten in the wake of what is to come.
War drum sets wanton pace behind naked pectorals, quaking as roving nose tickles temptingly just above titanic totem engorged with lifeblood and mortal essence. Emerald laden caskets widen to cartoonish proportions as defined jaw drops slack. Greedy maw takes girth in it's full enormity, swollen petals planting a firm kiss at the base; the scene itself more than enough to set verdant vision swimming. Countenance told tale of lovestruck affection; written in every breath, with every rattle of rapidly beating heart.
"Okay, now that was smooth as ********> Clearly, whoever had come up with that line was a god damn genius.
Heiress rightfully coronated in gilded platinum ascends to throne on high, firm grasp around trunk's base setting alignment into lands thus far completely unexplored; an uncharted territory for them both. He doesn't realize it until they are balls deep in the situation; figuratively and quite literally.
"Wait, what--!? is that your--OH YUP. Yes... oh god, ********... Yesss. That definitely is."
Surprised whimper as irides roll deep within their sockets, libidinous sensation nothing short of a newfound and addictive nirvana. Crystallized cocaine paled in comparison to the pull she seemed to have on him. Fingers find firm perch 'pon the fold 'tween milky hip and creamy thigh; utilized as steadfast grip to rock in time with nephilic opposite's repetitive rise and fall.
Searching mouth eagerly intakes asset's sensitive apex, suckling ardently as rolling gyrations seek to match bouncing bosom in perfect tandem. It isn't until they are in complete sync that marauding branches upon free hand finally take action. imploring Gadget's ripe and plump petals to intake calloused tips; index and ring finger are bathed in slippery saccharine nectar before they take lower trails to happier places; deep within a labyrinth blessed with walls of oiled silk. Fingers partially curl and uncurl within as they make a langorous pace in slow but steady pistoning; stroking sensitive spot concealed within beauty's inner design.
Of course, that was not all Aidon had packed within clever bag of tricks. Nay, experimentation prompts newfangled idea in the heat of the moment. The entire time, thumb had been teasing and toying with exposed and engorged button. Now a small, specific static impulse is sent reverbrating through the eventual reconnection of opposable to acutely susceptible topic of interest. The overall electrical output was small, weak even; however, it's focus lies in titillating already overly sensitive cluster of worn raw nerves. It was one of the few areas where delicate handling would no doubt be appreciated. Persistently it happens, a small and quick reverbration of electrical energy that would tickle Gadget down to her very core, starting as a small jolt that would echo throughout body's entirety. Now it was his turn to pray for valkyrie's sweet release; growled pleas hot and wet against ample bust as needy eyne shamelessly project their lustful want.
This was the way in which a girl becomes a woman; this was the way in which a woman becomes a wolf.
Monarchical bough extends, digitus splayed as their counterparts maneuver velvet fields to wallow in primrose mead. Five unwavering trajectile trail the star-spangled celestial with idle speed, savoring the landscape as they unite for purchase, compulsory to venture novel nebula on this particular sojourn.
The foundation takes root. Strength and power rippling through lands yet to be traversed as stormy cyclones shift; whispered breath commands with perfect clarity, plump vessels delivering promise with every laggard formation. Two fools holy for Love’s athanasying euphoria, for his hand, dripped of ambrosia and she gingerly partook; all trace of sin devoured in a single churning vortex. Still, rising higher, higher to mingle with the clouds of heaven above, dived deep and embraced; she, heavy-lidded Metztli damned, blessed, and born again.
If Gadget had had words to speak such a thing, she would have. But there were none that seemed big enough for it, to hold that swelling truth threatening to erupt. It was hunger and yearning; it was gospel for the fallen, this crystalline speck filigreed with a thousand refractions of light, igniting the heart of their domain in that singular instance. Simpering moans white-hot, soul-snatched and clenched as every brittle bone, every thrumming muscle seizes. It was a slaughter. It was home.
He catches Persephone's seeds on his enflamed tongue, purging the airwaves of vile pleasantries wrapped tenderly around the vowels of his name.
"Aidon..."
Rejuvenation was found in the warm summer rain, rivers baptizing divine physique pearled with pale-dew luminescence. The lightning rod of musculature no longer flinches at thunder, leaving the twain shiver-quiet after one sung note shattered ribs left bared. Visage muses in the hollow retreat of gasping throat, trembling mirth sowed and scratched into umbra seams by canine fangs.
Her presence itself is a baptism, divine energy that bathes sweet sinner in Elysian essence and births him anew as favored acolyte. Coquettish whine and raw primal song elicit pair of syllabi all too familiar, and he can no longer keep the urgent swell at bay.
A plan that backfires immediately, Aidon finds fangs biting down harshly into the side of opposite's exposed throat; drawing blood as every sinew composing musculoskeletal frame tightens in max tensile possibility.
Vision swims as does cranium, the world revolving on it's axis as dark spots swim within focus. Breath long forgone, there is only one topic upon petals poised to skin leaking coppery ichor.
"Gaaadget..."
It's all one can manage in a period of such heightened sensory overload. Brawn comprised of brimstone and bedrock slumps in finality against plush leather rendered slick and wet as the entirety of his front; Pulling cherubim grace close and coddling and stroking strands of starlight as features find solace in the hidden refuge of his neck's exposed and heaving column. Entwined twain bask in their ethereal afterglow, and shameless admittance invokes a husky and breathless brassy chuckle.
"Yeah, I was thinking the same... hang on. Can you... uh... maybe relax a little? like, down there; please? I can't get out."
Humble request emphasized by sneaky serpent twitching within Edenic Arcadia, through slow going does the length glide out from whence he came.
Plop!
Brilliant helm coated in viscous radiance takes final leave of snug chamber; drip dropping aftereffect leaking soon after. Gathering wits, slick and glistening curvature is gathered comfortably within basketting limbs serving as secure and comfortable cradle. Starstruck emerald fields occasionally bathe her in ardent and intense warmth; stolen and yearning glances telling taller tales than tongue could ever try.
Their sojourn is brief, water heating over momentary brief span before he cautiously steps into basin beneath the downpour of detachable head currently fastened in position. Lush jet tangle is swiftly plastered against scalp by the rainfall angled from behind as armbound angel is gingerly set to stand upon her own trembling footing; Though ample support is still offered via rough grasping and kneading tendrils, fair share of gracious weight held by their dominant claim upon lush rear that keeps bodies fused tight together.
The next kiss gifted was fiery; intense. Core temperature rising with the steam that suffocates them, grip upon sanity slips and he can feel illegitimate wild child within's influence growing. An occasional arc of energy would be exchanged from one slippery vessel to another; giving them both the unique sensation that closely resembled touching tongue to the end of a 9-volt battery. Every sparing jolt was short and sweet, but a pleasant hum accompanies each static transferrence.
Wants became needs that became desperate and starving pleas via physical language of intimacy. vocally unintelligible, it still spoke a thousand words.
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