After she started to breathe again, her abdomen done clenching, her insides done trying to grip his fingers harder, to keep them curled inside her, once the flood of slick spilled down his fingers and her own, and into the water, only then did she feel the sharp pain of his teeth marking her, the dual semi-circles of his bite damn near permanent into that part of her collar. It was always the same place, the same bite, the same marking that he would put on her for all to see. And in the weeks between his visits, the white indents would remain, having been placed there so many times, that the skin was permanently marked with him.
And if she was going to be marked, to be owned, by anyone but herself, Ruth was as good as any person to hold that on her. Maybe one day in the future, she'd feel differently, but right now, she knew it was Ruth that held her captive, and cherished. Because she knew he did cherish her, more so than he probably should, but that was their way. And she was fine with what they had, the give and take of what kept their orbits in alignment. "[color=#2ecc40]I have, I've decided I want you in the bed, on the floor, on the table, over the balcony, in the tub, against the window, on my hands and knees, riding you, sucking you empty, so that when you leave, you have nothing left,[/color]" she reached back and cupped his sack in her hand, gently squeezing, not enough to hurt, or to even be anything other than a pleasant touch. "[color=#2ecc40]In here for anyone else. No other whore should be carrying around a belly full of your cum.[/color]"
She leaned her head back and made a playful bite at his nose, missing purposefully, her teeth clicking together, as that hand that cupped him rose upward, and wrapped around the length of him still pressed against her ass cheeks. "[color=#2ecc40]I would, I like the idea of you being happy to see me tell someone to fuck off for the night, because I belong to you. Even more so that they could see the evidence of me being well used by you and no one else.[/color]" Her arm moved, so that her curled fingers stroked him first up, to where she could close her palm around his head, and then back down, squeezing a bit tight, so that it would feel like he was making that first press into her ass, the tightness of her back side, and where she would try and tempt him into now. "[color=#2ecc40]And even here. Make sure that no where can be claimed by anyone else.[/color]"
She was just getting ready to try and impale herself, when a voice thundered into the bath room, "[color=#7fdbff]Wilhelmina, there's guests out here, stop fuckin' that elf and get out here and serve em.[/color]"
"[color=#2ecc40]Fuck...[/color]"
And if she was going to be marked, to be owned, by anyone but herself, Ruth was as good as any person to hold that on her. Maybe one day in the future, she'd feel differently, but right now, she knew it was Ruth that held her captive, and cherished. Because she knew he did cherish her, more so than he probably should, but that was their way. And she was fine with what they had, the give and take of what kept their orbits in alignment. "[color=#2ecc40]I have, I've decided I want you in the bed, on the floor, on the table, over the balcony, in the tub, against the window, on my hands and knees, riding you, sucking you empty, so that when you leave, you have nothing left,[/color]" she reached back and cupped his sack in her hand, gently squeezing, not enough to hurt, or to even be anything other than a pleasant touch. "[color=#2ecc40]In here for anyone else. No other whore should be carrying around a belly full of your cum.[/color]"
She leaned her head back and made a playful bite at his nose, missing purposefully, her teeth clicking together, as that hand that cupped him rose upward, and wrapped around the length of him still pressed against her ass cheeks. "[color=#2ecc40]I would, I like the idea of you being happy to see me tell someone to fuck off for the night, because I belong to you. Even more so that they could see the evidence of me being well used by you and no one else.[/color]" Her arm moved, so that her curled fingers stroked him first up, to where she could close her palm around his head, and then back down, squeezing a bit tight, so that it would feel like he was making that first press into her ass, the tightness of her back side, and where she would try and tempt him into now. "[color=#2ecc40]And even here. Make sure that no where can be claimed by anyone else.[/color]"
She was just getting ready to try and impale herself, when a voice thundered into the bath room, "[color=#7fdbff]Wilhelmina, there's guests out here, stop fuckin' that elf and get out here and serve em.[/color]"
"[color=#2ecc40]Fuck...[/color]"
02-25-2024, 10:39 PM
