Corset - E/C #15 - NC-17
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lukeandmaraNaughty E/C are naughty. Though I think it's mostly Luke being naughty here...
CORSET
by ginchy
“Mara, have you seen my—” Luke trailed off as all his blood ran south. He was instantly hard and tenting his underwear at the sight of her standing in front of him.
“I’m seeing something,” she said with a smirk, her eyes trailing over his naked chest to the jutting cock that was beginning to throb.
“I..” He could not even remember what he was looking for now, but he’d found something else entirely. His wife, his Empress, stood before him looking like a vision from his wildest fantasies. She wasn’t dressed yet, but had already been helped into her undergarment, Inga having left the room to fetch her dress.
And Luke couldn’t stop staring. The green corset was tight, a second skin. Mara was always alluring to him but now with her hips emphasized and her waist cinched… his eyes trailed up further to the breasts that now strained against the fitted top of the garment and heaved with her every breath. Her red hair curled and trailed over the tops, like his fingers longed to do.
He whimpered and licked his lips, his mouth watering so that he swallowed audibly. He would never get used to seeing her in something like this. Their lives had never accommodated for frills, but he has found her beautiful even in her conservative combat garments. But just now he was hot and hard and she looked so...soft.
She was smirking at him as he advanced on her. “Consort,” she said, using her best cold Empress voice. “Just what do you think you’re doing?”
He grinned and stepped next to her, rubbing his cock against her hip as he wrapped an arm around her waist. He groaned into her ear and stared down into the cleavage that called to his mouth. “I’m getting ready to make my Empress very happy,” he murmured.
She shivered against him, but shook her head. “Not now you’re not. We have a gala to attend!”
“Hang the gala,” he murmured, stepping behind her to view her backside. He groaned at the sight of her rounded ass cheeks and pushed himself against her, lifting her hair to kiss the warm, fragrant skin of her neck. “You can’t show me paradise and take it away…”
She moaned under his touch. “I can’t take this off and you’re not even dressed!”
“Who said anything about taking if off, my Empress?” he murmured into her ear, biting the lobe gently. “That would just be a waste…”
He turned her in his arms and kissed her, walking her backward until her back pressed against the wall. He pushed against her obscenely, knowing how she liked it, and sucked her tongue out of her mouth, lapping at it, trying to entice her into playing with him.
“Luke,” she growled, grasping his neck to still his movements.
He breathed harshly, waiting to see what she would do. Hoping she wouldn’t tell him to go and find his pants. As always, she didn’t disappoint, using her hold on his neck to pull him into a frantic kiss.
He slanted his mouth against hers and kissed her back, running his hands over the corset encasing her. He palmed her breasts and pulled back to grin a her ferally, dropping his head to the ample cleavage, burying his head there and kissing, running his tongue over the tops of her breasts.
“You are so hot in this,” he murmured, pulling one breast free and biting the sensitive peak.
Mara gasped, the rasp of her breath pushing her tits into his face. He pulled the other free and kissed it, using his hands to push them together to lick and suck, to kiss and nip.
Mara’s keening moans encouraged him further, and he dropped his fingers between her legs, searching for the clasp. He flicked it and invaded her with his fingers, finding her hot and dripping wet. He pulled his hand out and sucked the sticky fingers into his mouth. Mara cried out watching him do something so intimate.
“I need you...now,” she growled, becoming an active participant. She thrust her hands between them to shove his underwear down. His hands moved behind her, pulling frantically to loosen the corset. One thought was split between two minds and she reacted to it, jumping into his arms. He caught the thought and grabbed her beneath her knees, pushing her up. She was slightly above eye-level from his hold and he gave her a wicked grin before pulling her down and impaling her on his throbbing staff.
He groaned at her pleasured cry and starting fucking, pushing her up against the wall. With each deliberate thrust her slippery pleasure nub caught between them and was rubbed by his pubic bone. All of Mara’s weight pressed down, centering on it and him and she clawed at his naked back. She whimpered and pleaded with him to give her more pleasure, and that was something the Consort could do.
The corset was slick under his hands, the smooth satin erotic against his palms as he did as she asked and kriffed her harder. They fucked until the Empress screamed her fevered release and he was not far behind, crying out as he constricted and pulsated in a steady stream inside of her.
He collapsed against her, and let her legs fall, but his weight held her steady against the wall. He gasped into her neck, kissing her shoulder as he came back to himself from the intense pleasure.
“Now I have to get dressed again, Consort,” Mara panted with mock severity, but the rosy glow in her cheeks and the smile in her eyes gave her away.
“Don’t worry, my love… I’ll help,” he grinned, reaching back between her legs.
CORSET
by ginchy
“Mara, have you seen my—” Luke trailed off as all his blood ran south. He was instantly hard and tenting his underwear at the sight of her standing in front of him.
“I’m seeing something,” she said with a smirk, her eyes trailing over his naked chest to the jutting cock that was beginning to throb.
“I..” He could not even remember what he was looking for now, but he’d found something else entirely. His wife, his Empress, stood before him looking like a vision from his wildest fantasies. She wasn’t dressed yet, but had already been helped into her undergarment, Inga having left the room to fetch her dress.
And Luke couldn’t stop staring. The green corset was tight, a second skin. Mara was always alluring to him but now with her hips emphasized and her waist cinched… his eyes trailed up further to the breasts that now strained against the fitted top of the garment and heaved with her every breath. Her red hair curled and trailed over the tops, like his fingers longed to do.
He whimpered and licked his lips, his mouth watering so that he swallowed audibly. He would never get used to seeing her in something like this. Their lives had never accommodated for frills, but he has found her beautiful even in her conservative combat garments. But just now he was hot and hard and she looked so...soft.
She was smirking at him as he advanced on her. “Consort,” she said, using her best cold Empress voice. “Just what do you think you’re doing?”
He grinned and stepped next to her, rubbing his cock against her hip as he wrapped an arm around her waist. He groaned into her ear and stared down into the cleavage that called to his mouth. “I’m getting ready to make my Empress very happy,” he murmured.
She shivered against him, but shook her head. “Not now you’re not. We have a gala to attend!”
“Hang the gala,” he murmured, stepping behind her to view her backside. He groaned at the sight of her rounded ass cheeks and pushed himself against her, lifting her hair to kiss the warm, fragrant skin of her neck. “You can’t show me paradise and take it away…”
She moaned under his touch. “I can’t take this off and you’re not even dressed!”
“Who said anything about taking if off, my Empress?” he murmured into her ear, biting the lobe gently. “That would just be a waste…”
He turned her in his arms and kissed her, walking her backward until her back pressed against the wall. He pushed against her obscenely, knowing how she liked it, and sucked her tongue out of her mouth, lapping at it, trying to entice her into playing with him.
“Luke,” she growled, grasping his neck to still his movements.
He breathed harshly, waiting to see what she would do. Hoping she wouldn’t tell him to go and find his pants. As always, she didn’t disappoint, using her hold on his neck to pull him into a frantic kiss.
He slanted his mouth against hers and kissed her back, running his hands over the corset encasing her. He palmed her breasts and pulled back to grin a her ferally, dropping his head to the ample cleavage, burying his head there and kissing, running his tongue over the tops of her breasts.
“You are so hot in this,” he murmured, pulling one breast free and biting the sensitive peak.
Mara gasped, the rasp of her breath pushing her tits into his face. He pulled the other free and kissed it, using his hands to push them together to lick and suck, to kiss and nip.
Mara’s keening moans encouraged him further, and he dropped his fingers between her legs, searching for the clasp. He flicked it and invaded her with his fingers, finding her hot and dripping wet. He pulled his hand out and sucked the sticky fingers into his mouth. Mara cried out watching him do something so intimate.
“I need you...now,” she growled, becoming an active participant. She thrust her hands between them to shove his underwear down. His hands moved behind her, pulling frantically to loosen the corset. One thought was split between two minds and she reacted to it, jumping into his arms. He caught the thought and grabbed her beneath her knees, pushing her up. She was slightly above eye-level from his hold and he gave her a wicked grin before pulling her down and impaling her on his throbbing staff.
He groaned at her pleasured cry and starting fucking, pushing her up against the wall. With each deliberate thrust her slippery pleasure nub caught between them and was rubbed by his pubic bone. All of Mara’s weight pressed down, centering on it and him and she clawed at his naked back. She whimpered and pleaded with him to give her more pleasure, and that was something the Consort could do.
The corset was slick under his hands, the smooth satin erotic against his palms as he did as she asked and kriffed her harder. They fucked until the Empress screamed her fevered release and he was not far behind, crying out as he constricted and pulsated in a steady stream inside of her.
He collapsed against her, and let her legs fall, but his weight held her steady against the wall. He gasped into her neck, kissing her shoulder as he came back to himself from the intense pleasure.
“Now I have to get dressed again, Consort,” Mara panted with mock severity, but the rosy glow in her cheeks and the smile in her eyes gave her away.
“Don’t worry, my love… I’ll help,” he grinned, reaching back between her legs.
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Date: 2012-04-05 05:46 pm (UTC)Another great job!
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Date: 2012-04-05 05:55 pm (UTC)At work. Must not drool. :P
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Date: 2012-04-05 07:03 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-04-05 07:34 pm (UTC)But poor Inga! She now has to help Mara straighten out all over again.
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Date: 2012-04-05 08:57 pm (UTC)no subject
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