Wraith in Ashes - Page 2/9

Once more limp and disappointed she is pulled to the center as the bed drops and they all bounce. He growls to a Sax at each arm "Bring her to completion let her have a brief moment of joy as I seize it for myself. Bind her hands first." The dual duo bring her hands to the headboard and raise her head against it. They wrap silk ropes around her extended arms, one is kind enough to slip a pillow behind her head. She gives him a smile as they move down her body skimming hands along her. That's when she at last notices they have normal hands soft and uncalloused against her delicate moonkissed skin. Suddenly the eyes that seek the mirrored Sax's face are blocked as her waist is straddled and arms circle her. "Now me poppet as me blokes send ya to heaven I'll swallow yer soul so ya never make it while your flesh rots beneath my touch that should end this foolish quest once and for all and set me free."

At that moment she feels warm wet kisses push open each thigh as two faces seek to share her dripping juices lapping at her opening alternating sucking swirling and dipping within her. The danger to her person and the thrill of multiple tongues side by side thrusting to swallow her melting pleasure send her hips dancing up into Oki the threat bucking him off balance enough she can seize his lips in her own. Whether taken off guard or surrendering to denied longing he buries himself in her inflamed mouth his own thick tongue parts her teeth filling her mouth as he slides it along hers a rumbling growl vibrates into her throat. Soon the burn starts and after two close calls the purple sparks of electricity scroll across her skin every Sax with open eyes dares a breath in wonder. Spirit begins gathering the energy to charge her magic and what looks to be purple lightning flashes arching off her skin. Moans till out of her mouth do be swallowed by him. He pulls away and eyes flat raises a reptilian hand to her throat. Hovering there until the first wave crest and an answering purple flash hits the back of the tent. Writhing between his spread legs she reaches the point of no return to both flicking tongues.