Poltergeist Tombstone;

The plush of her hands sought to slide along his shoulders as bodies briefly meshed. Her breath an anxious shudder in recognition of the demand, the growth between thighs. A provoking ache of want burned betwixt own plush thighs and an unconscious crave to grind against him. Once more did her hands explore every definition of his strong back, each scar that held its own story whilst breasts pressed against the strong wall of his torso. You’re blushing. Came the reverberating thrum of his tenor.

She exhaled a chuffing sigh of bashful acknowledgment. “It has been a while.” she admitted sheepishly. Though, no sooner was she met with his lips scouring her with heated passion all the while following the gentle guide to recline back into the sheets. Lavender gaze sealed and head tilting to further expose the expanse of her neck all the while feeling the tickling scathe of his unshaven five o’clock shadow. Gentled, wanting coo bubbled form her throat as he bestowed generous affection proved to be a distraction as he snuck his hand between her thighs to find the dampened flower. A sharp inhale hitched her breathing; “Asmodeus—!” as if taken by surprise in a mewling gasp as he gained entry of warmed wet walls.

One hand entangled in his raven locks while the other dug into the expanse of sheets. Her back arched slightly and head rolled back once again while he worked gentle motions of each nipple as if to ensure neither remained displaced. “Haa—” came a breathy sigh. Her legs would spread a little more for him all the while the further his exploration.

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Poltergeist Tombstone;

He made her feel wanted. He made her feel something more than the usual uncertainties of the mundane. She could focus solely on him instead of those invisible demons that warred with the structure of her mental state. The clarity and the calm to the silent chaos she suffered in his absence.

It was a sensation that one would need to experience in order to fully comprehend the ecstasy of pleasure coursing through every last struck nerve as his hands worked their explorative magic. Far too long it had been since their bodies collided together. Too long had it been since she felt the warmth and infernal caress of his touch that easily caused her breath to hitch. Pearlescent flesh began to bead in sweat while plump breasts rose and fell following each heady gasp. His name groaned from her lips in an arduous plea while nails clawed desperately into the sheets that once remained untouched, unbothered by the reclusive witch.

His index finger no sooner withdrew from warm, damp inner walls of his personal prize. A momentary breather that lasted all but mere seconds as the heat of his breath trailed. She felt the warmth tease the swelling of her clit as his lips found their purchase. His tongue then slipping between walls that were once teased by his hands. It took every ounce of her to fight the urge to writhe and blurt out an ungodly moan of sheer delight. “You sly wolf.” A jesting, hissing seethe came instead.

It was only her husband that knew the right points, those little triggers that could easily make her cave. Each flick and twirling suckle pushed her further and further towards a teetering precipice.


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Poltergeist Tombstone;

Her own evenings were spent in isolation as if to assume it was the only solution. The safest route in those lonely evening hours. As much as she adored her own daughter – one he so brazenly would cast aside, not even the gentle aloof musings of her daughter could upturn pale rigid lips. Where his – she felt it.

That sly, devious smirk that somehow, once upon a time, caused her stringent iron walls that she had built long ago had come crumbling down into useless rubble. Despite the many a time before where she remained unmoved, he was her undoing and Poltergeist welcomed it now.

Sweat would continue to bead while her breathing labored in gasping breath provoked by such sinful sensations. His tongue rampantly ravaged while one hand captured her plush breast, kneading it like dough. Her back would arch then in the desperation to coil with the sweep of his eager tongue exploring the depths of her sodden garden. A fire ignited within her and it was burning brighter and brighter. “Asmodeus --!” a sharp breath left her and not sooner a mewling whine became a moaning cry as she neared the edge of her precipice.

Heady desperation pleaded from her lips as she pleaded for him - begging while her own body would rock in response to the crashing tidal waves, hoping this moment would never find its end or if time would just come to a complete halt.

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Poltergeist Tombstone;

Maddening. If she could – at all even – speak should she be asked how she felt. It was purely madness but in the best way possible. While he was the pivotal, sturdy foundation, her strength, Asmodeus was also her weakness. His tongue was one of his many weapons. His hand, lethal as he kneaded her supple breasts with such tender rigor. Oceanic eyes caught her attention and her breath hitched following that impish glimmer. A wolfish yip escaped her as teeth sunk into the swell of her thigh and invasive digits explored damp walls of her core. She was so, so close to that nearing end—You aren’t allowed to finish yet, Dove.

The heat of his breath burned against her own scalding flesh. Her body reacting in unison to his working hand her breath following in tandem. Though each thrust slowing while her crave grew stronger and stronger. His kisses were butterflies grazing by and again met with the infernal groan of his breath; Not until I say you can. she hissed at him with a click of her tongue. His withdrawal was a clash of cold chill. A bitterness she did not miss in his absence and a warmth she only yearned for return. Fine hairs stood along her skin akin to fearful uncertainty though her expression remained unchanged from the lust and feral hunger. Undress me. Lavender sights narrowed.

“You’re so cruel.” She purred mimicking his wicked grin. Weight shifting as nimble joints moved at an intentionally slothful pace. Raven curls sweeping against pallid shoulders as she rose from the now disheveled bed that once remained undisturbed. Approaching him, Poltergeist did not hesitate to reach for the hem of his trousers. She would tease him, leaning for a kiss only promptly kneel as she unfastened the bindings before pulling them down to his ankles.

Once her hands were freed, Poltergeist sought to take purchase of the prize that had been hiding far too long behind the wall of his briefs. “My turn,” she cooed against his impressive length.


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