"The tension hides there. Do you want the pain to stop, or do you want to keep complaining?"
Evara looked confused. Even in her haze, it sounded like nonsense. But strangely, her whole body was yearning for him to put it inside her. Her biology was betraying her logic, amplified by Sol’s power.
She nodded weakly, her eyes fluttering shut. "Okay... do whatever you want. Just... relieve this pain and heat. Please."
Sol smirked. He had waited to hear exactly that.
He placed both hands on her ass cheeks. The sound of wet oil meeting skin was a loud smack that made Evara jump. He began to massage her buttocks with long, deep strokes, his thumbs digging into the cleft, teasing the rim of her asshole without entering.
"Oh god..." Evara cried out, burying her face in the furs to stifle a scream. "Sol! That’s... that’s too much!"
"Is it?" Sol whispered. He used the Ash-Grey energy to dial up the sensitivity of her skin to painful levels. "It looks like you can take more."
He reached down, tracing her pussy with his hand, finding her slick folds already swollen and hot. He stopped at the entrance. It was wet... soaking wet... and squelching with readiness. Evara shuddered, lifting her ass up to meet his hand eagerly.
His fingers trail lower, skimming the crease where thigh meets ass, and Evara shudders violently. "Ancestors...."
"When did—ah!—when did you get so bold?" Sol nips her shoulder in response, circling her clit with teasing strokes. "You asked for it" he murmurs, pressing a wet kiss to her spine. "Begged for my hands on you. Don’t act surprised now." Her answering whimper dissolves into a moan as he slips two fingers inside without warning, her walls clamping down greedily.
She jerks against his touch with a choked cry, her thighs snapping shut around his wrist... not to push him away, but to grind harder against his fingers. "A-aghhh," she stutters, her voice cracking, "you’re going to—oh—ruin me, aren’t you?"
Sol felt own control snap, his hips buckling forward to grind against her ass, his cock throbbing with the need to claim her. With a deep primal growl, he reached around, his fingers finding the swollen nub of her clit. He rubbed and pinched, his touch relentless, determined to push Evara over the edge.
Her entire body convulsed, and a scream couldn’t help tearing from her throat.
He crooked two fingers inside her with a brutal twist that has her back bowing off the furs. Her scream is raw, her cunt clamping around him like a vise. "No, no—too much!" she moaned, her nails raking his forearm, but he didn’t relent, using her own slick to circle her throbbing clit until she’s thrashing, her heels digging into the furs.
Sol watched her reaction, his own blood boiling. The scent of her musk was increasing, a pheromonal signal that she was getting wet.
More, he thought, pushing another wave of sensitivity into her.
"Look at you," Sol growls, withdrawing his glistening fingers and holding them up to her trembling lips. "Dripping like a whore before I’ve even fucked you." Evara whimpers but opens her mouth obediently, her tongue swirling around his fingers to taste herself.
"Turn over," he orders, smacking the pale flesh hard enough to leave a red handprint. "Unless you’d rather I take you like this?"
She rolled over.
It was a sudden, aggressive move. She flipped onto her back, leaving her breasts and torso fully exposed. Her heavy, teardrop breasts spilled to the sides, the large brown nipples hard as stones. Her stomach was soft and rounded, rising and falling with her panting breaths.
Evara watched him, her gaze traveling from his face down to his chest, and then lower, her eyes widening when saw his cock.
Sol’s erection was massive, fueled by the Vitality of the new body and the intense arousal of the moment. It stood rigid, pulsing with veins, the head glistening with pre-cum.
She swallowed hard, her eyes glued to the weapon between his legs, but instead of shying away or anything, she boldly reaches out with a slow, deliberate hand. "Seems ’you’re’ the one all tense now," she murmurs, tracing the outline of your length through the fabric. "Poor thing. Let mother Evara help."
Her calloused palm wrapping around his cock with a grip warm from hours under the sun. Without even him telling her, she starts pumping slowly, thumb swiping over the leaking tip.
"Mmm... thicker than I imagined," she muses, tilting her head like she’s examining a prized fruit. Sol bites back a groan as she squeezes experimentally, her grip just shy of painful.
"You’ve been teasing me with those hands," she purrs, shifting to kneel between your legs. "Let’s see how you like being teased." Her tongue flicks out, catching the bead of pre-cum before dragging a wet stripe up his cock.
Sol exhales sharply through his nose, fingers tangling in her frizzy curls. "That’s not—fuck—how this works," he grits out, as she takes his tip between her lips with a wet pop. Evara’s sleepy eyes glint with mischief as she laps at his slit, her tongue swirling in lazy circles while her hand pumps the base. "Mmm, tastes like salt and youth," she murmurs against his shaft, her breath hot. "Tell me, boy... does your magic extend to lasting power?"
Sol snarls and yanks her hair back, forcing her to arch as he stands over her. His cock glistens with her spit when he drags it across her cheek. "You’ll find out soon," he growls.
She hummed and continued teasing the head, but didn’t know what to do next as she looked at him with innocent and hungry eyes, Sol smirked and told her to lick it clean, swirl her tongue around it.
Evara nodded and tongue drags up your shaft with slow, worshipful licks, her lips smearing spit and pre-cum in messy streaks. "Now take it to your mouth." her eyes flick up... half-lidded and hungry... before she obeys, swirling her tongue around his crown like its honeyed fruit, her lips glistening with spit as she laps up every drop of pre-cum.
Her eyes flick up to hiss... half-lidded, hungry... as she drags her wet tongue along the underside, moaning when he jerks against her mouth, the vibration of moans traveling straight to your balls as her calloused fingers knead your thighs.
She swirls around the head with a lewd pop, saliva dripping onto your balls as she glances up through her lashes. "Like this?" she murmurs, her breath hot against your leaking tip before taking you deeper with a throaty moan, her plush lips stretching obscenely.
Seeing this he couldn’t control himself and yank her hair, forcing her to hollow her cheeks as she gags prettily, tears welling in her sleepy eyes while her tongue works frantic circles under his frenulum.
She gags, her nails digging into his thighs, but he holds her there, watching tears bead in her lashes. "Suck," he commanded, thrusting shallowly into her throat.
Evara’s nostrils flare, her breath hot against his skin as she adjusts, her tongue flattening along his cock. The wet heat of her mouth is maddening, her throat fluttering around him with every choked swallow.
Her nose presses into your pelvis
Sol’s fingers tighten in her hair as she hollows her cheeks, taking him deeper with each bob of her head until her nose presses against his pelvis as she gags, tears welling... but she doesn’t pull back, her throat fluttering around your cock like a greedy animal, only humming when he groans. "Gods... you suck really cock like a woman starved," he rasps, watching spit drip from her stretched lips onto her swaying tits.