Gezza plunged into her, the distended tip of his penis crashing against the lips of her womb with each savage stroke.

"Oooo—ahhh!" Her scream was sharp, bouncing off black glass. Vines crept over the stone bed, wet and tossing, leaves falling wetly, sap flying in hot drops.

Her spine scratched the slab and shot up. The snapping of Gezza hips was more slap-slap-slap, the dirty schlick of her cunt sucking him in and throttling the hissing of the lamp. His fingers pierced her waist, ash-grey flesh wet with sap and sweat, nails cut moons of crescent.

Fuck-- she moaned, with shredded voice.

His knees were scalded, scraping against intractable rock. This is a sore thing, he growled between set teeth, though without slackening pace.

He pushed further, throbbing cock, her walls sealing like a vice. Vines were wrapping round and round his hips, and tugging him in, every inch.

He lifted her, and vines clinging clenched round his arms, and dragged her on his knees. They stared at each other, and the obsidian galaxies were burning into his face, and his breath was hot and mingled in copper-thick air.

She turned, rolled, and put him down. His head struck upon stone. "Fuck—" Pain flared white.

Cold black glass was touching his sweat-slick spine; he hissed.

Miral climbed over him, and hands on his thighs. One inch after inch he was swallowed in scalding pulses, her cunt swallowing him.

Better, much better, Gezza thought, jerking up to meet her.

She turned it lazily, indifferently with her hips, and had vines upon his wrists, and holding him. Each grind also gave a grope of wet schlick, and her walls milking.

She bent forward with breasts dragging slick over his chest. Her lips parted round his, plush and burning, smelling of smoke and trampled night-bloom.

Her tongue was slipping in, heavy, rough, like a beast. It touched his and sent lightning along his back. Each stroke caused crude pleasure tearing along his nerves, and burning in his balls.

his palms were wandering in and over her back, and ash-smooth, and vines throbbing at her skin, and then at her hips, and at her fingers delving into sap-slick body. Their languages mixed, moist and greasy and starving. He could not call the taste, ozone, sex, power, but it was marvelous.

His cock twitched inside her.

Rules.

He yanked back. A slender strand of saliva coiled, darted, stuck to her black lip.

"Not yet," he rasped.

Lose now, she purred, voice gristling in his ear.

She turned her hips slowly and consciously, his cock slipping out to the ridge, and then back in, his cock disappearing up the scalding velvet. Her walls gripped together, wet and throbbing, juices trailing hot to his shaft, lying in sticky bright strands upon the stone.

You are... you are using magic, he grumbled, enjoying the sensation of it running up and down his spine.

Her obsidian eyes glowed, galaxies swirling. "All of it."

Her riding was more vigorous, schlick-schlick-schlick, her vines binding his wrists, her breasts bobbing, her nipples flashing fire up and down his chest. With each grind a moan of his roughness tugged at his throat.

He rose, bridling, countering the rush. Not yet.

My body is magic, she breathed, velvet and venom.

His chest was dragged by her fingers, her nails fire. There was a hand on her own breast, with thumb rounding the dark nipple; there was a hand on his thigh and vines throbbing against her palm.

She was riding him in slow, grinding circles, his cock thrusting through burning walls, her juices dripping in hot, sticky ropes. Gezza flushed crimson; his skin smoldered, and his sweat streamed.

Her body remained chilled, ash-smooth, slick with sap, not sweat, a startling contrast to his heat in the furnace.

He grasped her breast, lips smacking against the firm nipple. Tongue whipped, fangs scraped, then sucked past hard with a wet obscene pop.

She made a low hum, as she attempted to trap the orgasm which was ripping along her spine.

His free hand slipped off her waist and his fingers landed over her clit, which was swollen and wet. He circled slowly, ruthlessly, in the same time as her.

Pure ecstasy.

Her walls fluttered. Vines tightened.

His body twitched harder, muscles jerking like live wires.

His cock throbbed inside her, thick veins pulsing against her walls, every ridge dragging fire.

Shit, I'm gonna cum, he thought, panic flaring white-hot.

He thrust deeper anyway, hips snapping up to meet her downward grind. She rode him faster schlick-schlick-schlick, their bodies slamming together in perfect, brutal sync.

Sweat flew off his chest; her cool sap-slick skin slapped his, the contrast electric.

Her walls clamped tighter, milking him. Vines squeezed his wrists, his thighs, forcing him deeper.

He fought it, teeth grinding, but the pressure coiled low and vicious, his balls drawing up tight.

Not yet. Not fucking yet.

Gezza's fingers dug into her thighs, slick with sap and her own juices, nails carving red crescents.

He held the orgasm back, teeth grinding, every muscle locked.

But the pressure surged, his cock throbbing inside her, the wet schlick-schlick-schlick of her cunt riding him faster, her juices dripping hot down his balls, pooling on the stone in sticky ropes.

Shit, I'm gonna lose.

She froze mid-grind, hips still, eyes flaring galaxies spinning. Her face flushed dark, lips parted, breath ragged.

"What… you giving up?" she teased, voice velvet and venom.

Her hands slid up his chest, nails dragging fire, vines loosening just enough to let him feel the edge.

He pulled out so he wouldn't nut, cock slapping against his stomach, slick and twitching, pre-cum stringing to her thigh.

At least I can finger her or give head before fucking again

He flipped her onto her back, stone bed cold against her spine. Vines hissed, slithering to cradle her wrists above her head.

Gezza's mouth found her neck, teeth scraping, tongue dragging down ash-smooth skin. He reached her breast, latched onto the dark nipple, and sucked hard wet, greedy.

Her moan cracked the air. "You're cheating," she gasped, hips bucking, vines tightening around his shoulders.

Her cunt dripped hotter, juices smearing the stone. He grinned against her skin, tongue flicking, teeth grazing.

Gezza pulled his lips off her nipple with a wet pop. "Am I?" he rasped, voice rough with triumph.

His fingers slid down her belly ash-smooth, vines pulsing under skin, tracing the slick trail of sap and sweat.

He reached her inner thigh, spread her wider, then rubbed her clit in tight, merciless circles while latching back onto her teat, sucking hard.

Two fingers plunged into her cunt, curling against the ridged walls, pumping fast.

She was scalding, dripping, clenching like a fist.

"Ahh—" Miral's moan shattered the air, raw and desperate. Her fingers dug into his hair, yanking him closer.

Her back arched off the stone, legs spreading more wide, vines thrashing and slapping glass.

Looks like I'm gonna win, Gezza thought, cock throbbing against the stone, untouched but screaming.

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