She could no longer contain the passion that had built up inside for years upon years. After all, it would be easier to continue on with her plan after tonight…
In the back of her mind though, the thought of letting her guard down to another frightened her. To be comfortable with one, in her mind, was the same as trusting, and she had sworn to have her trust betrayed for the last time all those years ago when she had first been cast out.
She pulls away slightly after the passionate, playfully of course, and nuzzles his nose, eyes closed, breathing heavily, her hot breath falling upon his lips. She can feel him shiver for a brief moment again their lips lock - more intensely this time. She could feel a flutter inside of her which she had forgotten could be. Again, she kisses him, this time even harder and longer than the last. She bites his lips as she pulls away from him. He goes in for another, but she stops him, placing one finger upon his lips.
She begins to smile, but it is a darker, more mischievous smile than he has seen on her before. She pushes him back, breaking the embrace as she turns, sauntering away from him. He stands confused, wanting her, and unsure of what exactly is happening. She reaches a large oak door, and, as she places her hand on the cast iron doorknob, she pulls her hair to one side and turns half way to look back over her lustful partner…He is incredibly handsome…
With the same smile still on her face, she speaks with strength in her voice: “…Are you coming or not?”
She does not wait for his answer and enters the darkness of her sleeping chambers; she knows he will follow.
I assume I have no choice.
For a moment he sat there, in a daze of what just happened. Her actions changed from a seductive get up to such.. a dominant aggressor; surely not something he was used to.
In the end, he found his mouth agape, heat burning his cheeks, and his heart a flutter.
He quickly snapped into when Nirvana demanded his following, and he could do no more than nod. He got up slowly, his heart beating ay his chest. What did she have in store for him? Perhaps he took more than he could chew? He couldn’t be sure…
…but he liked it.
She knew she had a moment or two before he would enter. After all, she had just blind sided him for all intensive purposes…and how she loved it. Besides…who says I can’t have a little fun along the way , she thinks reflecting upon the fact that this was not exactly how she had planned this evening.
She allows her garments to slip off her body as she makes her way over to her enormous, luxurious bed. She crawls to the middle of the bed, kneeling up straight and tall, bringing her hair to the front of her body, allowing the long waves to fall covering her bosom and unfurling her wings. Morgana wants him to see her whole and completely the second he finally makes his way into her room. She craves the look on his face…the shock and awe of being in the presence of someone as incredible as she is.
He will love every moment…I will not give him a chance not to. And if he is not pleased…well then, I’ll fix it one way or another…
Morgana breaths deeply, yet still steady, slightly digging her nails into her thighs in anticipation.
It has been far, far too long since I have shared a bed with another.
He walked forward slowly, almost fearfully, of what would surprise him behind those oak walls.
There she laid, her legs spread and her body prepared for an intimate thrusting. He couldn’t help but imagine how her body felt, gripping his member so tightly between each loving embrace.
But was it worth it all.
His body was burning with lust; he couldn’t imgine if she really wanted him inside of her; but he’d surely make such a gamble…
He laid himself atop of her, teasingly grinding to and fro against her crotch..
he was clothed, but oh how he wished he wasn’t…
Her heart races as he climbs on top of her and his grinding drives her lust for him higher and higher.She can feel him grow harder and harder with each teasing thrust.
Looking deep into his eyes, she grabs him by his collar and pulls him to her succulent lips, kissing him forcefully, yet ever so passionately. She claws at his back, pressing her warm body as close to him as possible.
“Pray tell me, my Gypsy pet, why are you still clothed?” she whispers, yet there is still a forcefulness in her voice. As her sentence ends, she tears his shirt open revealing his broad, well toned frame, which she runs her hand down leading towards his crotch. She grips his member through his pants and raises an eyebrow to him and his reaction.
She wants him. She will have him. She will be in control, even if she is giving into her lust.
Her gentle touch against his member made a chill run down his spine. He could barely handle how her body grinded so lovingly against him.
He felt himself growing silent, chilled, as his body only froze to her touch. She felt so good, so loving he could barely keep my words inside of him. He grunted lightly, as she continued to forcefully take control of his tone body, each touching sending more chills and loving emotions through him.
How.. how could she touch to lovingly..? Such a falling angel felt.. so divine.
He found himself moaning softly, moaning in such ecstatic pleasure. She was surely good at what she did, and there was nothing he could do about it.