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The Battered Lamp Chapter Thirty-Three: The Vision of Hecate
Date: 5/5/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, Discipline, Female/Female, Male / Females, Male/Female, Mind Control, Oral Sex, Author: mypenname3000, Rating: 95, Source: sexstories.com
freed from his control. Then Kyle would come for him and would sweep his Marid away without any effort. His tribe were scholars not warriors. He turned into a whirling mist, engulfing Faiza's form. His misty waters caressed every part of her body as he carried her. He flowed across her round breasts, playing with her wonderful nipples while his water wrapped around her limbs, sliding between fingers and toes. She shivered and gasped as he caressed her with his wet touch. He slid between her groin, gathering the droplets of her tart passion. Her pussy juices spread through his being. His mist tasted her everywhere. Her salty sweat, tart cunt, sour ass. Flowery perfume adorned her body and sweet unguents graced her hair. He played with every part of her body. “Oh, my husband,” she moaned as her body convulsed as he carried her. She shook in his watery embrace. “Yes, yes! Touch me. Love me! Oh, yes!” More of her juices flooded out, joining his mist, as she came. He delighted in her musk, swirling her passion through his entire being. He worked harder against her pussy, drawing out more of her juices, prolonging her shudders. “You are amazing,” she moaned as he sat her down on his bed, his body reforming out of the mist. He could smell her tart juices with every breath. His skin was covered in her passion. “No man has ever loved me so well.” Her thighs spread as she writhed on his blue silks. “Take me, my husband. Claim what is yours. Unite with Hecate and your reign will be ...