Melee and combing...

Stars still twinkling, reflecting Kiril's face - he looks so joyful, Spring shivers, every nerve in her body throbbing. She senses an almost feral emergence undulate over him as he shifts over her, rolling them until she faces upward, arching her spine as his cock drives inside of her, drawing mewls from her open mouth, his body hovering over hers, rubbing his rough chest onto her sensitive nipples, their pointed tips extending as they make contact, the blood swelling them to near pain.

"Gawds!" she cries out as he raises her leg until she has them wrapped around his waist; his hips, his 'snake' driving deeper, her muscles contracting instinctively, gripping, the rocking motion seeming to please him as much as her, his breathing becoming shallow – her nipples scrape his chest, the peaks so engorged – the tingles in her groin, his hard cock stretching her – she is barely able to pant as the rip-tide begins to flow over her, the crashing, ebb and surge – the silence of the sandstorm released rushing in her ears.

Kiril’s lips locking with hers capturing her whimpers; her mewls of enjoyment as she feels the poison erupt inside her, searing deep within her belly, her strong-thighs gripping Kiril as energetic waves roll over her being. His own shudders in tandem with hers, his endearing whispers warming her; his lips nuzzling her neck, her throat.

His fingertips trail along her receptive flesh, and she alternately squirms from his touch and presses against it, goose bumps guiding her mindless moans. When his finger lightly wisps across her nether lips, (its calloused surface strange, in contrast to her soft, nearly hairless skin eliciting another groan), and slides between her folds, her hips rise wantonly and press eagerly into his digit.

"Oh, gawds, Kiril..." her throaty growls embolden him, he slides atop of her.

Her eyes open wide as she watches him scamper, leaving wet kisses down her stomach and abdomen until his whispers floating to her bliss-filled ears. She gulps as she fathoms his intentions, her thoughts swirling, like a spell caught in a whirlpool’s vortex.

He holds her eyes as his hands clasp her foot and twist her leg, manoeuvring it to his lips, his short beard-stubbles tickling. His lips caress her instep, down to her toes and up along her calves, his teeth grazing, eliciting contrasting gasps and mewls. Staring in wonder at how her foot; her leg! can cause so many sensations to run riot through her mind – the colourful explosions bursting with each touch of his mouth, his tongue, his lips...

Gasping, her eyes rolling back, her fingers stretching and contracting, moving of their own volition to knead her breasts, aching with a tenderness she doesn't understand. Her fingers pluck at the nubs in concert with Kiril's mouth; his tongue, as he educates her body's potential, his tongue bathing her legs so sensuously her skin prickles like it’s on fire and she never wants it to go out!

Her eyes fly open again and she briefly gazes into his eyes before shuddering, her head dropping back, her mouth open, her hips rising, pressing against his mouth, his tongue tracing the apex between her thighs. "Oh gawds, Kiril," she breathes, her frosty breath rising to the rafter, her fingers unable to stop crushing and tweaking her breasts.

"Kiril!" she inhales loudly as his tongue folds around her pearl.

Unable to lie still, her head thrashes from side to side, her fingers reach to caress his head and wind themselves in his fair hair, urging him deeper, her groans warm the air around them.

Taut like a bow-string, her legs suddenly flail and close tight, nearly crushing Kiril's head. “Oh gawds,” her pleasure gushes. “Oh gawds; oh gawds...”

Her mind blown, shooting stars erupt in, what used to be, her wits... Colourful explosions shooting up the black backdrop of her brain, unable to control the firing order as sprinkles of glitter-like tints shatter and shower to earth. She gradually descends with them.

Her fingers, clutching his hair, relax; his hands, (having hastily cupped the insides of her smooth-thighs as her muscles clamped, vise-like, around his throat preventing her from asphyxiating him), now loosen as she slowly returns to this plane, her body weak as a newborn.

Tears trickle from the corners of her eyes. She feels overwhelmed; her mind blown, she mouths words that have no meaning; guttural sounds, uttering. His arms close around her, her hands fidgeting, move themselves along his body, his back; grasping.

Her panting, harsh, her body glistening, her lips press into his shoulder, kissing, his torso, twitching against him.

Her legs open and wrap around him as she becomes aware of his hardness, her fingers sliding between them, closing around his throbbing, rock-hard pillar, stroking up and down, heeding Kiril’s gasps. She guides his manhood to her sopping opening and presses, sliding it in just a bit.

Kiril groans and rolls her over, impaling her again, as she rides his stroking appendage her nipples brushing his lips, her hands on the ground on either side of his head, her feet press against the ground, her bent legs moving her torso up and down.

Eyes closed, her tongue darts out to moisten her lips, Kiril's hands clasp around her waist, unexpectedly, squeezing, as his seed, again, warms her channel; his rough breath and swift jar of his hips rising, and pressing her waist downward, causes Spring's innards to contract, clasping Kiril, gripping tightly and tenderly releasing, grip, release, her own hips rolling forward. Sitting upright, her naked torso riding his girth squeezing, milking his now softening member. Swaying, she leans down, her body laying along his, their breathing slowing.

He shifts slightly, cradling her along his side, her one arm pressed around his neck, her other resting on his chest, her lips tenderly kissing his chest.

Her eyes slowly close, her lips murmuring to Kiril. Sensing she is destroying the beautiful language, she reverts to common, "I believe no one could be as fortunate as me... Kiril; my desire, my fear, my life..."

She kisses his skin lightly before lifting her head, her eyes burning in the darkness, her teeth biting her lip, "Melee and combing," her tongue twists the language inside out. She listens to his chuckle as she lowers her head back to his chest, her eyes closing tiredly.

Yawning, she whispers, to herself, ‘I think I'm in love.’ Her arms tighten around Kiril, happily relaxing, feeling both, safe and secure, something she hasn't in a very long time...

She hears Blaze screech and contentment, again, fills her. She drifts to sleep, her last thoughts, memories of shadows that were her parents, fill her with sadness... She snuggles Kiril tightly...

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