I live and write BDSM. Age 18+. Scarleteen is great for under 18.
Yum, love the picture Kayla provided this week; while I first pictured it as the end, now I'm pondering where it could have been- like maybe the off-screen beginning?
So now for the meta-scene consideration: are my characters (3 of 4 of them UUs like me) thinking about the 7th Principe as they fuck or am I encouraging them to fuck in a way that illuminates the Principle- ("the interconnected web of all existence of which we are a part.")
No, I will not go into 1st Person, no matter how much I want to; Vala has the action. And I realize that the action may not flow well from one section to the next- I plan to eventually collect the series this is part of into a small ebook that will be available eventually.
Vala groaned at Iona's small hands clasping her thighs before the loving mouth moved over the spots that made her want to come the fastest. The hisses that would have been shouts of "Yes!" if The Queen's cock didn't so beautifully fill her mouth broke the air. His thighs moved in her grasp.
Bird song rang out from the large bird house Simon had just installed.
One moment and Vala felt the grass poking through the blanket before The Queen and Iona drew her back into pleasure given and pleasure received. She let one hand slide from his thigh to his balls. As he moaned hoarsely, she saw his mouth pressed to Greta's naked lips. She came again, her mouth and thighs pulling in more sensation.
The rain picked up in intensity, while it didn't dissuade Vala in her goals. Her hair tugged on her scalp as his balls tightened up in her grasp.
"Queen, yes!" Greta cried out and Iona's moans filled her kissing, sucking mouth.
Iona slipped a finger into Vala's cunt.
Vala let go of The Queen's balls to grasp his ass. She stretched her tongue to touch the root of his cock even as she sucked on him. His cum rushed into her mouth, battered the back of her throat.
The Queen rolled away from Vala onto the grass. Remnants of his cum fled under the rain's caress.
Vala shuddered as a second finger pushed her into a strong orgasm. she whimpered as Iona and Greta pulling her toward The Queen, her release mutating into a sensation through her body.
"Did you come, my love?" Iona asked.
Vala held her breath, expecting Iona's question wasn't for her.
"Yes, thanks, my Lady," Greta murmured. She laughed. "I'm sure Vala enjoyed swallowing your cum, my Queen."
"Of course." The Queen pulled Vala against him, her head onto his chest.
Chewing her bottom lip at the momentary cold of his nipple jewelry, Vala then relaxed against him.
"No thunder still. This feels nice."
"Yes, it does, my Queen." Greta kissed The Queen's cheek.
"We'll get all wet," Iona joked.
"We're already all wet," Vala laughed.
"Did Simon say it was okay to swim in the pond again?" The Queen asked.
"I don't know, my Queen. Why don't we get dry and cuddle?" Vala begged.
"I'll leave you two to The Queen's pleasure," Iona said before kissing The Queen and Vala. "Come along, Greta. I think we especially need lunch after that interaction."