Outtakes Tuesday
Aha, another seven days, another several moments where I question my sanity then double down and share with you all! 🤭💗
“ohHHHH MOTHER ABOVE!” Az groaned as he caved, letting his cock pulse out cheekfulls of come onto Eris’ waiting tongue. His vision went white.
A noisy swallow followed by a snicker pulled Az from delirium. The Shadowsinger willed his body to relax, toes unfurling, wings drooping as his hands released the cool, stable wall and threaded through Eris’s mussed hair.
“Hypocrisy has a facetious charm to me. You’re lucky I didn’t bare my teeth for your blasphemy,” Eris smirked, come still edging his lips.
“Lotta backtalk for a depraved ‘n greedy chipmunk.” Azriel moved one hand to cup Eris’s jaw and ran his thumb across Eris’s slick bottom lip.
Eris’s vision, unfocused from overwhelming pleasure, caught on the glinting gold of his rings descending deftly down Azriel’s left wing as he catapulted his balls towards the back of Azriel’s; like a poorly designed desk toy, their sacs met with brutal force, haggard moans punched out of both of them, the jolt sent them hurdling towards an early ending (orgasm, not death.)
Elain whimpered softly as her thighs ached from raising herself up and down Lucien’s large length. She lifted her cunt to wrap snug around his tip and plopped back down with unforgiving momentum.
“Oomph-” Lucien groaned, hands releasing Elain’s petal pink sheets and gently but forcefully held her hips in place and ground up into her.
“Oh fuck yes baby, thank fuck,” Elain keened, her moan was full of pleasure as well as relief.
“My name is Lucien, is there something you need to tell me,” Lucien grunted, a cheeky grin painted across his flushed face.
“Heh-ahhh,” Elain’s huff shattered into a high whine as Lucien bent his knees up, Elain’s hands instinctively clung to his broad shoulders as his moved to grab her plush, spanked ass
She squirted like a threatened squid on the fourth impaling, writhing, panting and screaming Lucien’s name into his ear. He followed her lead, as he always does and came deep, deep insider her, a ragged rendition of her name on his tongue.
“You feel bananas.” Lucien declared, his warm hands smoothing up her back as she puddled atop him.
“Hah?” Elain hoarsely voiced her confusion.
“Oh yanno,” he murmured- she did not, nonetheless he continued sing-songily, “B-a-n-a-n-a-s.” The cheer quieting on each letter.
She snorted (from laughter, don’t do drugs kids) and cozied her smiling face into her dorky boyfriend’s neck.
He was tight like a Nun more faithful to her Kegel routine than her Lord and Savior, Azriel thought in what he hoped was the least blasphemous way to do so, as he battle-rammed into his Full Nelson’d boyfriend.
Eris’s arms clung back onto Azriel’s restricting biceps, his legs flailing aimlessly amid Azriel’s wild- rabid pace.
Her tits were like his dreams: sensual, comforting; Yet they also resembled his nightmares, climate change and melting peaks.
Her hair coiled relentlessly, seemingly unaffected by the wind and unfrazzled by humidity. It always reminded Lucien of how resilient Elain was. Another was how tight her pussy always felt.
