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A willowy blonde greeted them at the door, her eyes a contrasting rich chocolate to her fair hair and light complexion. She stood tall and thin, almost too thin. But once again, she was a study in contrasts as her impressive décolletage seemed almost to overwhelm her. “Nalia!” She exclaimed. “What are you doing here so late? Aren’t you usually sleeping the sleep of the chaste?” Even as she said it, her eyes finally landed on Maccus. Her brows rose in surprised appreciation before her gaze turned once again to Newlyn. “Introductions and explanations please.” Newlyn laughed, “It’s a long story, may we come in?” Imogen stepped back to let them in. Then closing the door behind them, gestured to the living room. “Make yourselves at home. Can I get you anything? Beer? Wine, Nalia?” “No, thank you.” Newlyn politely declined before perching on the edge of the sofa. Maccus sat beside her and took her hand, their fingers lacing together. Her brows drawn together with intrigue, Imogen sat perpendicular to them in the leather recliner. Resting her forearms on her knees, she leaned in closer to them. “Okay, you want to explain to me where you found captain gorgeous here and how I’ve never seen or even suspected he even existed before tonight?” Newlyn chuckled, “You’re not going to believe me.” And so saying, she laid out the centuries old story; of betrayal, of the curse, of over eight hundred years of reincarnation. She talked of magic and monsters and lush mystical forests. And while rationally Imogen didn’t believe escort avcılar a word of it, she felt something inexplicable stirring deep within her, a yearning; an aching need. She quirked a challenging brow at them. “Okay, let’s pretend I believe you. Prove it.” Maccus gently took Imogen’s hand and activated the probe of his ring. He grazed the tip of it against the back of her hand, right above the knuckle of her middle digit. The chime echoed around the room and Imogen went ridged before sliding boneless to the floor, her body convulsing, then shifting and melding. Newlyn was mesmerized by the sight, and aroused. The nymph in her couldn’t pass this opportunity up. She dissolved her garments with her magic before kneeling beside Imogen as she was becoming. She leaned in and ran her lips and tongue across Imogen’s, her hands exploring the morphing flesh. She shifted so she could straddle the shifting cocoon, rubbing her whole body against it. She found a damp slit in the protective, leathery envelope where Imogen’s center would be and slid her fingers inside. She felt the muscles there clamp over her in spasm and she knew that Imogen was peaking. It was strange and erotic and she loved every second of it. She ran her tongue over every plane of it, dragged her nipples across it electrifying them. Fallingback on her magic once again, she manifested a double ended strap on. With one side snug in her quivering mound, she carefully slid the other into the slit in Imogen’s cocoon and began rocking her hips back escort bahcesehir and forth, thrusting deep and slow. She could tell by the resistance as she pulled back that Imogen was climaxing again and again. The cocoon throbbed and pulsed beneath her in an erotic rhythm that only fueled Newlyn’s desire more. Gods this was so hot. Bracing herself on one hand, she fondled and pulled at her aching nipples with the other. She rocked forcefully in and out creating pleasurable friction against her twitching clit while she penetrated her maiden. She never even broke stride when, at last, the pulsating pod split open, spilling long tendrils of vines and verdant into the apartment. Imogen was gone and in her place was Isla, Newlyn’s second most trusted confidant. Isla wrapped her arms around her queen and the women kissed with desperate fervor. The women climaxed two, three, four more times before Newlyn was finished with the appliance, to be replaced by hungry mouths and questing fingers. Newlyn pulled her mouth away from Isla’s to trail it down to her generously endowed chest. She pulled one then the other nipple into her mouth, grazing them with teeth and tongue. All the while still rubbing her freed sex against Isla’s. Isla reached her hand down to frig Newlyn’s clit with saliva slickened fingers. Both women moaned and panted with need, neglect and erotic hunger. No longer content to simply receive, Isla pushed her queen away from her breast so they could reposition into a sixty nine. Isla was atop Newlyn’s beylikdüzü escort lithe body and took great care in nuzzling the queen’s highly sensitized center. The soft hairs there tickled her nose as she breathed in her lady musk. With her mouth watering, she slowly explored the soft contours of Newlyn’s flower, lightly suckling the velvety petals. Her tongue swirled and lapped, circled and teased. Newlyn’s juices flowed and Isla captured them in her mouth, sipping from the fine nectar. And as her queen ministered to her own swollen sex, she moaned against Newlyn’s mound causing tantalizing vibrations that enhanced their mutual pleasure. It had been too long since Newlyn had been with one of her maidens. She dove head first into Isla’s sweet apex, feasting, indeed gorging herself after such a prolonged fast. She spread Isla open with her fingers and probed with lips and tongue, sliding hers over every inch of her and even probing deeply her well fucked hole. It was still dripping from their coupling and she quenched her thirst with Isla’s tangy juices. Maccus had been happy to sit back and observe while his queen and her maiden reunited. But his throbbing, swollen cock would be denied no more. He knelt behind Isla, straddling his queen’s head. She reached up to fondle his sac as he slid his member home, stretching and filling Isla’s wet heat. He took his time, keeping his thrusts long and slow, nearly bordering on torture. Her pussy gripped him like a vice, and every time she came, the throbbing of her sex sent echoing shockwaves through his entire body. He was nearly undone when Newlyn took her mouth from Isla and sucked his balls into it to gently roll them around with her tongue. Isla spasmed again and again on his cock until it was a quivering mass.
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