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Story: The WitchSlayer

He could barely even keep his eyes open. They were too dazed and unseeing as he released his first quiet groan while being inside her tender body.

The way she sounds...

He could hear her. Every soft and light sound like the sweetest song. It sent a wave of goosebumps from his ears all the way down to the centre of his spine.

Her scent...

Being this close to her, while she was filled with desire that seemed to be steadily growing, she smelled wonderful. It carried through him on each inward draw he took in his lungs, making his mind feel more fogged and his eyes droop heavily.

He could feel the pull of her body gripping against the rim of his sensitive cockhead when he pulled back like it was being squeezed each time. Then he would push in and feel it hit the end of her. His hips ground against hers so deeply that it felt like the lips of her folds were kissing around the base of him.

He released a fluttering breath, the base of his skull tingling with the overwhelming sensations washing over him.

His mind tried to register what was going on. This wasn’t just fucking for release like he planned it to be. This was something tender. He felt lost in it, in her.

He felt her plush heat clench around his cock, and her hand lowered to grab one of his arse cheeks – trying to push him inside, trying to help him move.

She wanted him to go faster as she approached her orgasm, but he was unwilling to increase his speed, fearing he would lose this divine feeling that had nestled into his body and was making him more sensitive.

It worsened with each stroke that brought him closer to spending. With each time her nails dug into him, her hand stroking his tingling scalp with raking tips. With each time her lips accidentally brushed against his neck, his jaw, his ear.

The idea that she was trying to drive him sent him hurtling deeper into whatever was overcoming him.

I am losing my mind.He had to be.

Nothing else had felt this good. Nothing had ever brought him to this state where all he wanted to do was softly thrust, to feel this woman, rather than piston like a violent, lust-filled Dragon.

He felt engrossed by her, by her body.

Her hand tightened in his hair while the other one tried to pull him in harder. Her head fell back and exposed the pale column of her throat trustingly to him.

“Rurik...” She had quietly moaned it, so soft and gentle with his name.

His arms tried to bring her closer to him as he shuddered, his entire body shaking with tension in reaction.

It was the first time she’deversaid his name to him. To hear her moan it the way she did, for her to do it while he was inside her, consumed in the way he felt right then, made warmth spread through his chest.

“Again,” he breathlessly demanded. It almost sounded like a plea.

He shuddered again.Please say my name again.

She didn’t, instead her breath hitched.

It hitched on each thrust, almost as though she was trying to catch something with her very breath. Her back started to bow, pressing her chest and stomach more firmly against his own, so that their sweat slicked bodies slid against each other’s.

His eyes shot open when he felt her core squeeze his cock in such a tight vice grip.

A rush of wetness came right before she loudly cried, “Oh, Rurik!”

Fuck!His spine tingled, and his balls suddenly drew up. His shaft was in the worst kind of agony right before he let out a bellowing roar against her skin.

Rope after rope of seed exploded from him. In heavy and hard bursts, he ejaculated through her orgasm, feeling her milk him as he did. Each contraction of her core up the length of him made him come harder, and he tried to keep thrusting, to keep her going so she wouldn’t let him go.

He couldn’t see, couldn’t taste, couldn’t smell. He could only feel, and it was mind-shattering.

He didn’t even realise he’d completely stopped breathing until he stopped spending. Hadn’t realised that his own back had arched until he fell against her.

His eyes were wide as they trailed over her hairline right behind her ear. He tried to catch his breath, almost choking on it. Her arms were limp on the bed beside her, but she turned her head to him, and Rurik lifted his own, wondering what she had done to him.

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