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Chapter 74: Breaking She-Bear!-Part 2 (NSFW)
🕑 Added 2024-04-13 00:32:31 +0000 UTCDacey climbed onto the bed, her movements graceful and deliberate. She positioned herself between Damian's thighs, her eyes locked on his, sparkling with a mischievous glint. "Ready for more?" she teased, her hand still gripping him firmly, maintaining an intoxicating control over his throbbing desire, which Damian found enchanting.
Her touch sent shivers of pleasure through his body, exciting his cock even more which stood rod straight in anticipation. Gently, she started stroking his cock with one hand once again.
Her strong hands gently stroking his cock, and noticing her one hand wasn't enough, Dacey moved in with her two hands and increased the pace as the seconds passed, building up pressure on the swift wolf.
Damian looked up to see her large tits, due to the exertion bouncing enticingly with a small light pink areola entrancing the young Stark as it bounced faster and faster keeping in pace with the faster jerks.
Finally, Dacey attempted her next step and began to lick around the purpled head, sucking at the tip.
Damian's groans let her know she was doing the right, especially when his hands grabbed the sides of her head by her hair and held her loosely in place.
It fit, barely.
Her jaw was stretched open. She did her best to keep her teeth from applying more pressure than a light scratching. Though inexperienced, she stretched her jaw, and after failing a few times, she was able to close her lips behind the ridge of the head of his cock and apply a bit of suction.
But soon, due to the continued ministrations and adjusting her mouth to the large girth in front of her, Dacey managed to swallow Damian's cock. He then felt her tongue swirling around the head.
Inch by inch, pulling back slowly and teasing with her tongue, eyes closed and hair curtaining to one side and her lips far too perfect for how whorish she looks with her eyes closed like that.
A strangled "Fuck" falls from Damian's mouth.
Dacey gripped his thigh and continued sucking. She fondled his balls and licked him from base to top, dragging her tongue up until licking the white bead on his tip. His hands weaved through her hair, enjoying how soft it felt, repressing his need to grip it tighter every time she twisted her tongue.
It was bliss. Sheer, unadulterated bliss when she began bobbing her head. She looked at him with a wicked smile, and he risked a firmer grip on her hair. She hummed and the sound created vibrations around his cock that felt like heaven.
For most highborn girls, sucking a cock like some tavern whore would have been beneath them, but it seems not all of them were like that as Dacey seems to enjoy gobbling his cock, slathering the whole shaft with her saliva.
From seeing the expression on Damian's face, she knew she doing it right and getting the hang of it.
Unable to stop himself, he called out to warn Dacey who didn’t stop her sucking. He groaned loudly, spilling his seed into her mouth.
Daey felt a warm, slimy liquid fill her mouth. She had heard from various women that they either loved or hated the taste of semen, but now she didn't know how anyone could hate it. She found it sweet with only a hint of saltiness, intoxicating, and addictive, almost like the sweet wine from Arbor. But soon she found it became too much for her as Damian kept on shooting spurt after spurt of cum in her mouth.
Damian also realised when his cum was slowly leaking out of Dacey's mouth with her breast dangling in front of him to do as he pleased. Damian jumped into action, his hands slowly creeping up to hold the large creamy flesh bags that would be any man's dream to hold.
Dacey somehow managed, but only by allowing a fair amount of the spend to squirt out of the seal formed by her lips, coating Damian's cock and her hands in the process. She was forced to swallow and release again quickly and again after that. There was a pool of semen forming at the base of Damian's cock, running over his sack, in addition to the amount that was now lubricating the pulsing member under her hands, and a quickly approaching full feeling in her stomach as if she had drank too much wine too quickly. And truth be told she liked it.
Dacey licked the shaft, and her lips were clean of any remaining seed. Damian also helped her rub his spunk all over her breast, leaving it glistening and slippery.
"Hmmm, I never thought a man's seed would taste this good," Dacey said as she continued licking her fingers like some cat. This elicited a chuckle from Damian's mouth.
Dacey crawled up to Damian and started kissing him, to which he responded in kind, not caring that just a while ago, he had filled her mouth with his bodily fluid.
With a fluid motion, Damian shifted their positions, gently rolling Dacey until she was beneath him.
Lowering himself to her level, he brushed his lips against hers, a touch feather-light yet laden with insistent, hungry intent.
"You've had your turn, now let me," Damian murmured against her lips, his voice low and husky. At first, Dacey thought he might move directly and insert his cock that rubbing on her against her wet nether region but instead, he shifted his position, descending slowly.
His eyes, intense with desire, met hers, seeking silent approval. She was surprised but responded with an eager nod, her breath catching in anticipation. As he moved to express his affections, Dacey braced herself for the new wave of sensations that was about to wash over her.
Gently, Dacey positioned herself against the plush pillows, her breaths shallow and quick as Damian knelt before her. With reverent, eager hands, he parted her thighs, his gaze admiring the sight of her glistening, exposed sex. The candlelight cast shadows that danced across her supple, quivering skin, each flicker illuminating her vulnerability and heightened arousal. Damian leaned in, his breath hot against her inner thigh, his lips tracing a path of searing, eager kisses that drew soft, pleading moans from Dacey.
Her hands found their way into his hair, pressing him closer, guiding him to the source of her heat. When his tongue finally met her wet, swollen folds, the contact was electric, sparking intense waves of pleasure that rippled through her entire body. "Damian..." she gasped, her voice a melody of desperate desire as he explored her, his tongue adept and relentless.
His hands, strong yet gentle, held her hips firmly, steadying her against the waves of intense pleasure that threatened to overwhelm her senses. As the crescendo of her pleasure built, Dacey felt herself surrendering to the sensations, her world narrowing to the here and now, to Damian's insistent mouth on her, his skilful hands on her body, his very essence enveloping her. When the climax overtook her, it was with a cry that echoed off the walls.
Her bottom started trembling, and she squealed out as she smeared her leaking cunt over his face. He could feel her juices slathered on his face as she rubbed his mouth to orgasm.
