The Last Night They May Have

She straddled his lap, her small body sinking into his own, their crotches pressing against one another with force. She leaned forward and kissed him hard, the passion all too evident, her small fingers worming their way into her hair, to ensure that he couldn't get away, as if he wanted to. His own hands grab hold of her small waist and pull her closer, forcing her chest against his own, her large breasts squishing up against his solid body.

Their mouthes opened to one another at nearly the same time, and with it came their tongues. They licked at one another, wrestling for domination, as if they were two rival beasts fighting over territory. His hands slowly move down her body and then around, to her firm little backside. She squirms slightly, grinding her crotch against him as his hands move up, under her skirt... and grab her panty clad ass.

She can't help but moan as he fondles her cheeks, her tongue weakening just enough for him to assert his domination. Instantly, he pushes her tongue back into her own mouth, and there he takes the spoils of war. He explores her mouth, licking at her teeth, rubbing it along her gums and inner cheeks, even between her front teeth and lips, only to plunge back in, lapping at her upper mouth and around the base of her now submissive tongue.

But, even as she takes the submissive role orally, below the waist she fights him where he's at his weakest; the crotch. Slowly, she begins to rock her hips, causing her crotch and ample chest to rub gently against him, making her writhe in pleasure, she can feel her nipples getting hard and her panties moist. Once she feels his dick stirring to life, though, she begins to move herself against him faster, pushing herself into him with more force, grinding her crotch against his ridgid man tool, her breasts dragging along his chest.

The two of them moan into one another, his hands grabbing her ass cheeks harder as her own slip to his shoulders, grabbing hold of them for support as her body begins to tremble. She feels like she's going crazy, her crotch feels like it's on fire, and ni matter how wet she gets it, the fire just won't die.

There's only one way to stop it... or atleast sedate the burning she feels; she needs him inside of her! Just thinking of it is making the fire burn harder, hotter... she digs her nails into his body, it feels like it's the only way to keep her from collapsing in a heap on top of him. She needs to do something, and soon...!

She doesn't want to pull away, but in the end she has to... she breaks the kiss between them, removing his control over her mouth. She presses her forehead against his own, gasping for air; it's as if she were a fish out of water, or maybe the fire is consuming all the oxygen in her lungs? Regardless, it takes her a few moments to even begin to form words;

"Cloud...! I n-n-need... you... i-i-inside me!"

She felt his hands releasing her ass from his death grip, one taking hold of her waist, holding her in place, stopping her wild bucking against his diamond rod of a dick, causing her to mewl softly. His other hand pushes her already much too short skirt upwards, nearly to her waist, leaving her panties exposed to the cool night air. She shivers and squirms at the cold feel against her pussy, making her mewl even louder. Then, a strong hand returns to her rear... only to grab hold of her panties and pulls them upwards, forcing the soaked cloth to wedge between her partially opened slit.

Gasping and squirming, she digs her nails into him harder, much like an eagle trying to crush an animal in its talons as he teases her, pulling upwards, only to give her some slack, then to pull up again. She feels so utterly helpless, so powerless... she loves it so very much, being at his near mercy. But even so, she can only take so much... and so, a hand releases itself from his shoulder and slips down his body, somehow manage to move between their two forms.

Her hand moves to her crotch... and as he pulls upwards, she digs in and, moaning loudly, she pulls downward... causing the weakened from being soaked panties to tear apart. Now bear from the waist down, save for her boots, she bites her lower lip as her hand darts to his crotch. Her fingers search almost in vain for something, anything.... and then she finds it.

Quickly, she grabs hold of the zipper and pulls it down, expecting to feel the slap of his stiff member against her. But it doesn't come, and for a moment she alost wants to cry, but then she slips her hand inside and fishes about, making him gasp and generally shudder at her desperate attempts to get him free from his underpants. Despite taking so long, she doesn't feel the fire cooling; if anything, the anticipation is just making her want it more.

He groans loudly, announcing to the world that she found her prize; a prize she pulls into the cool, night air as she lifts herself up, off of his body. Her small hand caresses his shaft, feeling how hot and hard it is, she's amazed at how long it is, she always assumed that he was compensating for something with those huge swords. She looks at him and smiles, then licks her lips as she lowers herself onto him, the two of them moaning when their sexual organs come into contact... and then, she pushes down, forcing the head between her lips and inside of her.

His free hand grabs her small waist as her hand grabs his shoulder once more, and holding onto one another tightly, she forces herself onto him even further, his hands pulling her down, helping to impale her onto him. They moan in almost perfect sync, their desire for one another growing stronger the further inside he goes. She reaches a point where she just can't take it anymore, it's just taking too long for her!

Pausing, she took a deep breath and bit her lip... then began to push herself onto him with everything she has