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The depths of Klewyth's bountiful seas could not compare to the glimpses of love reflecting beneath the tapestry of her sultry sinew.  From the merry coil of her beguiling lips - desperation to which he longed to kiss - to the flutter of her raven lashes, the gossamer caress of doting affections seeking both liberation and matrimonial eroticism. 

Adoration blossomed in her, in him.  Utterly enamoured, compelled by the holy heat that mirrored in his breast.  A racing hum like fingers dancing down the strings of a harp pluck, pluck, plucking the crescendo till it was all that Asmodeus could hear.  He would drown in it - in her.  He'd suffocate in the dust wrought by her ruining touch and welcome the fall of stone and rubble with open, eager arms. 

He wouldn't show it.  Asmodeus stood as an unmoving force, a towering bastion capable of bearing the brunt of her sorcery only to be betrayed when the warmth of her coquettish kiss grazed upon sensitive flesh.  Kinetic sparks burst from his groin and danced along his spine, his skin, awakening the dormant nerves until every inch of him felt alive with raw and primal hunger. 

It reflected in the way he looked down at her through the shadowed slit of his lowered lashes.  "Tell me,"  Her voice nearly drowned away the soft rumble shaking his throat when the warm graze of that damned tongue stroked along his aching cock.  "What else have you missed?"

Calloused fingers coiled tightly into the loose locks of her black hair, using it as a grip to pull her head back to fully face him and the devilishly cold, delightfully wicked smirk that grew askew on his face.  "Fucking you breathless."  He'd answer with a low, guttural growl reminiscent of the wolf that lurked at lunar peak.  "Making you cum over... and over again."  The aching tip pressed against her lips, its touch replacing the intimate caress of his thumb moments before.  "The way your legs shake when I'm inside you."  Asmodeus closed his eyes and leaned back his head while drawing in a deep, stuttered breath. 

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There was only the soft crackling sound of the candle burning or the subtle grumbles of the cottage home itself settling as it often would.  In the main room nestled the mythical bird that had yet to move away from its perch intentionally oblivious to the gentle murmurs of two lovers.

The heavy breath and the steady thrum of Asmodeus’ beating heart was all that rang in the maidens ears, listening with calculative tease. Slender digits gripping gently albeit intentionally firm hold of his throbbing length until her questions came painstakingly slow. Tongue sweeping in a single motion, following another and then another savoring him and wanting to hear the heady desperation in his voice. 

However, she was met with the slide of his palm snaking into the entanglement of raven curls. With ease did her head jerk back and tilt at an angle so that she now faced the danger of those glimmering sapphire pools. The golden glow of candlelight exposed the wolf within them and her heart did flutter. Fucking you breathless, his reply came in a heated growl. She mimicked his smirk upon her own softer visage as he carried on. Making you cum over… and over again. The tip of his cock brushed against her lips to which she stole in a quick suckling motion all the while her tongue brushed and flicked against him then. The way your legs shake when I’m inside you.  she let out a gentle purring moan against him all the while her tongue continued in playful circles and inevitably freeing his swollen cock from the clutches of her mouth.

“You know,” an illicit purr cooed deceptively from her lips as rose to stand while playfully batting his hand away from her hair that had since escaped the messy bun it was previously tied in. Raven wavy locks fell well beyond her shoulders in her rising stance. The swell of her breasts pressed against the wall of his chest. “It’s been so long,” she sought to brush her lips against his own; “Perhaps you can remind me what that feels like…” Her own breath shuddered,

“Remind me what it feels like to have that cock of yours pounding me, cumming deep inside me.” Her lilac gaze sought for the ocean of his own. “Fuck me, Asmodeus.” There was a hunger, her own wolfish growl escaping her throat as she took a step back and her calves meeting the edge of her disheveled bed.

“Fuck me hard.”

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Her touch was akin to lightning striking out across the sea.  Beautiful, beguiling, a kinetic surge of untamed destruction serving to wake the thunder.  It roared in his veins and lodged into the depths of his groaning chest.  She set him alight with the fury of this impassioned storm and he could no more control the rolling waves as much as one could move Klewyth’s tallest mountain.  They crashed into him relentlessly with each lavishing affection glissading across his pulsing desire.  Warm, intoxicating pleasure rippled throughout tensing sinew and he couldn’t restrain the wolfish purr crawling out of his throat.  Asmodeus grinned.

She was no storm, no simple squall.  She was a hurricane. 

Taut muscles eased when the warmth of her mouth served only whispers to the room and the ever-attentive curve of his heralding ear.  The more supple, womanly flesh of her body pressed flush against him and Asmodeus sought to loosely hook his arm around her, to pull her closer, nearer so that the velvet of her retreating mouth would be claimed again in a feathered, fleeting kiss.

Asmodeus’ shadow was like a panther stalking her every move along the wall, its shade cast by the forgotten glow of a burning candle and the slivers of moon silk that toyed with every naked curve of her familiar silhouette.  He didn’t need her command.  It had been his every intention since first laying eyes upon her in the doorway.  When revelation cleared his mourning vision and breathed life into a man downtrodden with grief. 

Poltergeist lived.  She lived in his heart and its racing thrum.  She lived in his head, a constant plague of wandering thoughts.  She lived in his body, in his arms that pulled her away from the foot of the bed to instead pin that supple body against the wall.  Demanding lips kissed her with all the hunger of a starved beast.  Calloused palms held her ample hind as he lifted her against the sturdy frame and encouraged those lithe legs around his waist before taking the plunge, the eager thrust, into the sodden halls of her womanly passions. 

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Bodies melded together, flush with eager, greedy tandem. She craved for him more and more, like a starved wolf desperate for a savory meal. Another kiss stolen with arduous, demanding hunger as tongues entangled each other in heady passion. The evidence of pure lust growled from the back of her throat as he finally stole her away from cliffside of her bed. Her back was met with the cold surface of the wall.

Eagerly, slender limbs would wrap tautly around his sturdy waist. Her arms rested contently upon his shoulders as she hooked her hands together behind his neck. Her nose brushing against his own, her temple resting against his.  A sharp breath escaped her lips in a rapid gasp feeling the pressure plunge eagerly between damp thighs. “Ngh—!!” Deep inside her garden of eden did she feel his welcomed infiltration. For a moment, a sliver of a second did she feel her body grow weak, like lead. 

Another thrust and her walls tightened. She held on to her husband a little tighter and his name slipped from her lips in mewling desperation; “Asmodeus—”

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They were a flurry of tongues and teeth and wild kisses.  Each a heady demand, a screaming insistence, a primal fire awakening with each lascivious stroke.  His tongue caressed the roof of her mouth, explored it in full from tongue to teeth.  He could still taste the subtle hints of medicinal teas she'd had perhaps hours before he came knocking on that wooden door.  Familiarity sparked the flames of adoration bursting into a violent blaze resonating with the racing thrum of his heart.  It poured throughout his entirety from muscle to soul, coursing through his veins like warm honey. 

Gods, how he loved her.  The care she showed to others in that roundabout way.  The worry sewn between her brows as the slightest mishap.  How she wrapped around him now all supple limbs and aching desire.  Most of all, he loved the way she felt around him, the sounds of her pleasured coos, his name on her lips, and the draw of her nails against his naked, writhing skin as they surrendered to the throes of passion and careened into that pit of primordial lust.

There was no tenderness in the way he fucked her.  It was all untamed, pent-up urgency driving his hips again and again into the tightening walls of her flowering fervour.  Her mewls were met with equally desperate growls.  Asmodeus bit the supple skin of her bottom lip, drawing it back to expose her teeth before releasing it, soothing the intentional ache with a kiss and then a panting breath as he murmured against her mouth.

"Fuck..."  Asmodeus tightened the hold on her ample bottom, fingertips digging into the flesh as he withdrew and stilled but for a moment.  "Look at us, little dove."  He'd encourage with a husky, heady groan.  "Watch how I fuck you." 

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Desperation that which she felt no guilt for if it meant drowning in primal need and desire once thought long to have been abandoned. There were hints of bourbon on his tongue from a nights’ prior where unbeknownst to her then, sulked a man who thought his life were in ruin just as she led to believe her husband burned in the ashes of Dunmeaths fires. Poltergeist grew greedy with her limbs wrapped tautly around ever curved, definite muscle of his form, one hand finding purchase of his raven locks. Heady groans of delight was all that could escape her the way he drove into her with the fury of a hungry wolf, desperate for a meal. Who was she to decline?

“Harder.” A beg just barely fell from her lips in breathy, mewling want. Her body rocking viciously in the motions that were anything but gentle. Yet, she craved for that wild savage lust all the same – cherishing every last second that so dreadfully ticked on by. Beading sweat dripped down her temples, easing down delicate curves while gasps fell in heavy panting breaths. Supple breasts bounced in harmonious movement following each raw, passionate thrust. She felt teeth graze her lower lip, pulled just as she grinned, a sultry purr chuckled deviously before met with a silencing kiss. Tongue seeking to entangle his own once more.

A sharp breath hissed from her lips as his grip aroud her buttox tightened. Lavender eyes searching him between breaths; Look at us, little dove. His voice a gravelly growl, her skin crawled ever still with delight. Watch how I fuck you. She chuckled a deviants purr. “Show me, love.” Head leaning to brush lips over his own. “Show me how you can fuck me raw.”

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The sounds of their frenzied discordia filled the sleeping space drowning away the alarm of crickets that woke the owls and nocturnal beasts from their dens.  Flesh on sodden flesh.  Impassioned coos and heady growls.  A melody of unkempt lust grew, building itself akin to the blaze searing his lions.  A molten pool of need that only she could satisfy.  An itch only those nails could scratch.  He felt them dig into the sinew of his back and tangle into the tresses of his mussed, black hair.  He felt every clinch of her around him, the tightening of her walls and the craze in her hips.  Each he met in fevered tandem.  Faster, harder, just as his lady fair beckoned.

Who was he to deny a lady in her hour of need?

A devious grin tugged at his lips as she goaded him on.  Encouraging words that didn’t need to be spoken for Asmodeus had every carnal intention of bringing the world careening to her feet.  Their momentum stopped for a brief moment as he shifted their positions away from the wall and back to the comfort of the bed.  Her ample breasts were encouraged to the mattress with the flat of his palm laid between her shoulders.  Asmodeus lifted her hips and beckoned those long, sultry legs to splay enough that he could tease the aching flesh between with the plunging caress of dual fingers while another pleasured the bundle of nerves at her apex. 

“Not until you earn it.”  His breath was hot against the flesh of her bare hind, a prelude to the bite that would follow.  Teeth knew nothing of gentle treatment as they latched upon the skin and fingers applied more pressure, demanding her over that impassioned precipice.  Harder.  “Come for me, dove.”

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A slight shift in location was made aware as her back was peeled away from the flat of the wall and no sooner was carried and returned to the plush sanctuary of a bed hardly ever used if at all. The hills of her breasts meshed into the sheets with her back now facing him. Her body proved malleable, manipulated to his guiding rugged hands. Even still did it send a delightful chill down that slender scarred spine of hers. Those same working hands were felt along her hips to coax and draw her legs and exposing that sodden garden that was his and his alone to claim.

A sharp hissing, heady groan escaped her lips as her body trembled with each captured tease by his hand. Her own fingers would sink into the bed, razing through cloth and fabric feeling that undeniable build begin to climb. The heat of his breaths drew a shudder from her own, words long since abandoned with only the sound of desperate moans and pleading whimpers. Her hips would rock in eager tandem, responding heavily as he only pressed on faster and harder. Sweat rolling down her temples as teeth gnashed together and face buried in the entangled sheets of the bed. Hands clenching the sheets to where pale knuckles were near bone white as that rising precipice reached its pinnacle.

Nearly on obedient command did those words strike and a moaning cry unwittingly escaped her. There was an attempt to beckon his name though only that slurred grunt was all that could muster and every ounce of gravity pushed against her in a relenting slump.