Mapholaneng, Lesotho
Sergey
Stalockavich rolls over and begins kissing Talilith's back. She moans but continues to lie there. "You keep that up and we'll have to go another round," she says with a small giggle.
"I've got all the time in the world," comes Sergey's reply.
"Aren't you expected back in Morhotlong today?"
"Maltaus can wait on me for a change."
Talilith turns around pushing Sergey off. "Don't piss him off or blow this," she says, anger flared on her face.
It is Sergey's turn to get angry. "Like I told him before, I don't take orders. I agreed to have the
Black Dragon
help, but only in return for my share. So I'll show up when I want to," he states in a stern voice.
Talilith nearly loses her anger, but caught herself. She needs Stalockavich to stay loyal, otherwise her plans would just be harder to accomplish. "I know you take pride in your accomplishments, but I need your help," she purrs.
Before he can respond, she pulls him in for a long hard kiss. Suddenly she breaks away and slides down beneath the covers to take his hardened cock into her mouth. Her mouth is wet and warm and so incredibly soft. Exquisite strokes of her tongue leave him breathless; he feels every titillating touch. She slows and simply holds him there for a while, allowing her tongue to dance softly against his shaft eliciting a groan from him.
Talilith moves one hand to the base of his cock and wraps it around. She presses down and squeezes at the same time. She slides her fist up until she is holding him just under the mushroom head of his cock. Her cool fingers squeeze and she gives it a few experimental pumps, letting her fingers spread his juice around his head. His reaction pleases her as he moans again.
"Suck it baby," he whispers. Suck my cock."
She continues to pump her hand as she flicks out her tongue to sweep up newly formed drops of precum. Sergey groans low and thrashes a bit. He reaches down and places his hand on her head to force her onto his cock. Her wet, hot mouth encompasses his cock and he begins pumping his hips, working his cock deeper into her warm mouth.
He shoves it in as deep as she can physically take it. "Ahhh, yes," he moans. "Take it deep bitch."
Talilith's hand grips tightly around the base. Her hand moves up and down while her head bobs in synchronization. Sergey can feel her tongue lick his cock head with every stroke. He reaches down to stroke her hair, then her face. His fingers move to her mouth, brushing his cock, feeling it move in and out of her wet, hot mouth.
Talilith keeps a steady pace. Her free hand moves to encompass his balls. She begins massaging them and within moments she feels them tightening. He is getting ready to cum and she lets out a apprehensive moan.
"Ungh!" he groans and he pumps his hips furiously into her mouth. Then he feels himself erupting into her mouth. Streams of hot cum fly from his cock. Sergey writhes in pleasure, barely breathing. He lets it wash through him. Her lips are locked and she hangs on frantically as he empties his cum into her mouth.
He looks down watching her throat work to swallow. Two thin trails of cum seep from around his cock to flow down her chin. He thrusts once again, shoving his cock deeper into her mouth and sprays another stream of cum down her throat.
Talilith parted from his cock, leaning back. She takes her hand and brushes it along her mouth to collect the escaped cum onto her finger and back into her awaiting mouth, smiling afterward.
Sergey sits up and repositions his body, lowering his head between her thighs. Her scent filters into his nose and his softening cock instantly springs back to life. He eases a finger into her wet pussy, working it slowly so that he can feel the contours of her.
Talilith withers in pleasure. Her gasps are hot and loud, her trembling violent. His hands flow across her skin to her breasts. They are full and firm with nipples that extend a full inch. He strokes her nipples, stimulating them into hardness then hungrily, he dives into her pussy.
His tongue strokes deep, slipping up between her delectably soft lips. Her juices fill his mouth as they pour onto his tongue. He slips up to her clit and twirls his tongue in circles before finally taking it into his mouth where he softly, but firmly nibbles on it. Talilith growls deep and she begins to pump her hips against his mouth in sharp bursts. Sergey's cock starts to throb hard, almost painfully.
He pulls away and his mouth is replaced by her hand. She starts rubbing her swelling clit rapidly. He takes a moment to watch then he lowers his head and thrusts his tongue in once more through her lips and deep into the liquid heat of her wet, hot pussy.
She moves faster. Her hips search for and find the thing that will take her all the way. He feels her pussy clutch at his tongue, pulling it in and tightening around it. Talilith's quivers are constant and strong, jerking her body up to slide her sweet slippery pussy over and over across his mouth. His cock lurches again and trembles.
Once more, he puts his tongue inside her as she abandons her clit and locks her legs around his face. With her fingers tight in his hair, she grinds into him again and again, moaning her orgasm out loud.
She releases her grip as the orgasm subsides. Sergey eases up beside her. Her eyes are closed, her body still jerking as her orgasmic convulsions taper away. Tenderly, he leans in until she could smell herself. Her eyes open and he offers her his tongue, coated with her creamy cum. She accepts opening her mouth, lying still allowing Sergey to probe deeply, smearing her juices along her tongue. With a loud moan, she finally closes her mouth around him and returns the pressure of his tongue with her own. She is animal-like, sucking, licking and nearly consuming him with her mouth.
At last, she slips free and in her eagerness, she catches his lower lip between her teeth and bites down gently, her voice a constant moan of need.
"Fuck me Sergey," she commands.
He does as commanded. He positions his cock between her lips and with no tenderness, he plunges inside her soft, warm, clasping pussy. He thrust hard forward as Talilith grips him with her thighs, pulling him in further as far as his cock can go. Sergey lifts himself to his knees; he lets his head fall back as groans slip from his mouth. He rolls his hips, moving deeply in and out of her. His balls tingle as he lifts her ass and thrusts deeply into her.
The pressure of her thighs is exquisite. She clamps down, tightening her ass and fucks him back. He obliges by lifting her legs into the crook of his arms, getting up on his toes and fucking her sweet pussy with everything in him.
Underneath him, she is a crazed thing driven only by her lust and she answers each of his thrusts with equal intensity. Through his half closed eyes, he sees small beads of perspiration break on her brow. Her face is twisted in a sexy grimace of pleasure as the muscles inside her that had grasped his fingers now milk the cum from his balls.
Her head flies from side to side and just as her moans became wails, he feels it, the rise of cum from his tight, heavy balls. She wraps her arms tightly around his neck and lifts her body on, then off of his throbbing cock.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" she screams. And then she starts to cum. Each thrust sends her juices splattering out between his legs and in every other direction. He continues to brutally and relentlessly fuck her until he falls onto her. His body jerks as shot after shot is released from his balls and squirted deep into her pussy.
She tenses as the last of her waves wash through her. She clutches him tightly. They continue to lay entwined for awhile after. Talilith knows she has full control of the man. He would do anything for her.
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You
wished to see me?" Natalya Rhinheart asks. She wears a long battle dress that is both fashionable and practical. Her hair is short and frayed, which gives her a sexy look.
Yes. I'm sure you are aware of our current tensions with China.
Maltaus sat in his throne that sat upon a large dais. The city of Androka is slowly being turned into a base and slowly troops are being brought in from Russia daily. The Madagascar locals are forced to join or face death.
The majority of them join, very few refuse and die. Maltaus' army is expanding and so he had a throne constructed to command from. It won't be long before he reveals his true form to the world, once the Council gives the approval. Until then only the few loyal to him know what he truly is.
"Of course. Rumors say there's a
