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The Writer's Loft

A collection of my erotic fiction. I'm always interested in new topics if you have something you'd like to read about.
5 years ago. June 4, 2018 at 3:35 AM

He pressed the flat edge of the eight-inch blade against her breast. Her breath caught in her throat as the razor-sharp tip threatened to pierce her nipple. She closed her eyes and felt the cold steel sear her supple flesh. She felt the tip of the blade lift her nipple and she bit her lip as his lips lavished sweet attention upon her succulent nub. She felt a small prick and then his tongue lapped at the pooling drop of blood on her breast. The cut so small, it would not leave a scar, but the sting of the air mixed with the warmth of his kiss brought a gasp to her lips.

He sheathed the knife and backed her against the wall. His hand cupped her breast and he suckled like a newborn babe. She wrapped her arms around his head and held him close to her racing heart. She longed to feel his desire unleashed inside her.

He pulled away and his hands cupped her face as he devoured her lips in a hungry kiss. He was set on consuming the very breath that filled her lungs and gave life to her mortal soul. He pressed his thigh against her sex, pinning her against the wall and she pressed her hips back against his leg, rocking back and forth, and stimulating her desire.

Their tongues dueled as the minutes past. Her hair was matted to her brow. He pulled away and turned her to face the wall and dropped to his knees, her ass just inches from his face. His hand struck the first blow and she pressed her palms against the wall to steady herself. The dozen or more that followed seemed to transcend time until she felt his masculine hands knead her fleshy cheeks. His lips and tongue cooled her burning flesh and soon his tongue pierced her sex from behind. As he savored the taste of her arousal, he pressed two fingers deep inside her and brought her trembling knees to brink of collapse.

He stood once more and turned her back to face him again. The passion unleashed in his kiss fueled her desire to be taken by him. “Please,” she managed as his hands explored her body, roughly caressing the curve of her hip and torso. He loosened the belt about his waist as his sporran and kilt fell to the floor. Her hands, pressed against chest, worked their way down until they found their way to his throbbing cock. As she fell to her knees before him, she kissed his chest, torso, and then his navel, until her knees met the floor and she took him in her smallish hands.

She lifted his heaving manhood to her lips and kissed the tip while slowly stroking him to life. He reached down and held her head steady as she focused her desire on his now-throbbing cock. She took him in her mouth and worshiped him with her lips and tongue. She expertly licked and sucked his shaft until he became fully erect and cried out with pleasure. He took his time, thrusting slowly and enjoying the pleasures of his mouth until he felt a stirring in his loins.

He pulled her to her feet again and lifted her in his arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist as his cock pierced her sex and he backed her against the wall. He took her hard and the cold stone against her back would surely leave the flesh of her back raw and purple come the morning.

Thrust upon thrust, he buried himself deep within her. She clung to his body as if holding on meant the difference between living and dying. She cried out when her orgasm over took her, unable to hold back any longer. Her nails dug deep into his shoulders, drawing blood. The sensation of pain and pleasure became too much and he could hold back no longer. With a final thrust, he stretched her wide as his cock erupted inside her and filled her with his seed. She bit down on his shoulder and screamed with lust as he lowered himself to floor.

He pulled her close to rest upon his now-spent body and wiped the matted hair from her brow. She laid her head upon his chest and listened to his heart race. She remembered the day he took her for the first time and how she wondered if she would ever grow to love such a savage. Now, as she lay upon his chest, fleeting thoughts leave her mind and she can think of no other place she would rather be.

Miss Magdalena​(sub female){FreeSpirit} - As always ML, you leave the reader with such a fantastic image....from start to finish. LOVE everything about this...the primal side of it on both ends.
5 years ago
MasterLinguist​(dom male) - Thank you, Miss Mags. I am truly glad you enjoyed it.
5 years ago
Hisproclivity​(sub female) - ML wow... *fans self*... The romantic in me loves the last paragraph. Great read per usual!!
5 years ago
MasterLinguist​(dom male) - Thank you, Sara! :)
5 years ago

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