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⚠️ Strong sexual content!!!! ⚠️
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As he tasted her sweet lips, Bartholomew could feel his body continuously burn with desire for her. He then released her from their kiss, looked at her, and smiled. Yvette had returned his smile, as he marveled at just how beautiful she truly was. She was just as he had always remembered her.
Gently, he began to stroke her delicate features. Her skin was soft, and warm, as it was more than pleasing to the touch. He then placed a light kiss upon her cheek, as his lips started to move their way down to her neck. As he did so, his kisses became more hungry and more ravenous.
To his delight, she began to moan. For he was the one who was pleasing her, and he would soon help her to forget about her unfaithful lover. While he kissed the one side of her neck, he began to gently caress the other side.
"Oh my god!" She breathlessly moaned. "What are you doing to me?"
"I am going to make you feel good." He whispered back. "I am going to help you to forget about any pain that you have ever felt. The only thing you will ever feel again is pleasure."
Bartholomew continued devouring her neck, as his hand made it's way down to her blouse. He could feel her breathing increase, as her chest rapidly began to rise. With that, he soon began to undo the buttons on her blouse. He then stopped kissing her neck, looked at her and smiled. She was under his spell, as he could see a look of frightened innocence with in her eyes.
"You have no idea how much I've long to touch you like this." He whispered. Slowly his hand made it's way down her creamy soft skin. Yvette soon let out a sound that was a cross between a sigh, and a whimper. Bartholomew was pleased, as he knew that it meant that she was enjoying his touch.
As delicately as he could, he began to run his index finger, in a circular motion around her navel. By the look in her eyes, he could tell that she was being entranced by his sensual touch. She was his for the taking, and he wanted more.
Fortunately for him, her bra was fastened in the front. This just made his seduction of her that much easier. He then opened her bra, as he placed a kiss in between her ample bosom. Her breasts were soft and supple, as his fingers gently grazed her soft pink flesh. She soon began to moan, as he saw the trail of goosebumps form in response to his touch.
"You are so beautiful." He whispered. He could feel his own wanton smile creep upon his face, as he leaned in, and began laying kisses upon her breasts. She moaned louder, and even more, as he licked and teased her now hardening nipples. As one breast was responding to his oral pleasure, his touch was getting the same response from the other one.
"Oh God!" She moaned. "You have no idea how good that feels!"
This was what he needed to hear, for she was now completely under his spell. His lips soon started to make their way down to her stomach, as he began to undo the button on her jeans. With that, he took great care in removing them.
Bartholomew then placed his hand on her inner thigh, as he made his way up to her forbidden opening. Through her thin panty layer, he lightly ran his finger around her entrance. As she continued to moan, her legs began to shift, as she seemed to be writhing in ecstasy. Not only were her lips burning, and throbbing due to his touch. But he could feel hot moisture begin to seep through her panties.
"Is my naughty little swan getting all wet for her Owl King?" He asked in a sensual whisper. "Is your soft little throbbing pussy getting all wet for me?"
"Yes." She moaned in a breathless whisper. He couldn't help but smile, at the thought of making love to her. While he stared in to her eyes, he removed his shirt. She had returned his smile, as she gave him an alluring come hither look. Yvette sat up, and removed her blouse, as well as her bra. As she did so, she had a wicked smile upon her face.
"Take me." She asked as she seemed to be begging him. Still smiling at her, he removed his pants, as he was down to his boxer/briefs. As he then grabbed the waistband to her underwear, he proceeded to remove them.
"Your pussy looks good enough to eat." He groaned. "I shall feast upon your forbidden delights, and drink your succulent nectar."
"Oh God! Yes!" She cried.
"Do you like it when I talk to you like that?" He asked. "My, my, you are the naughty little girl. And naughty little girls deserve to be disciplined." Then with great fervor, and hunger, he pushed open her thighs. His tongue began to lightly stroke the lips surrounding her opening. As he continued to lick her, his hands slowly moved up her waist, as he grabbed her bountiful breasts.
Bartholomew's hands began to fondle, and grope her more intensely, as his tongue made its way further inside her pulsating lips. Her forbidden fruit, was a sweet as it was tempting. As her passionate juices began to seep from her sexual core, the intoxicating ambrosia was like a drug. And he would gladly give into his addiction to her.
As he continued to pleasure her, he could feel his own cock begin to harden. More than anything, he wanted to feel both sets of her throbbing, pulsating lips envelop his grateful cock. An unimaginable burning desire was forming within his loins, at the thought of both sets of lips, getting his cock soaking wet.
Yvette's body seemed to stiffen, as he could feel her pulse start to race, just underneath her skin. He could hear her breathing increase, as well as her insatiable moaning. He couldn't help but smile, as he continued to pleasure her. For he knew that he was the only one who could ever make her feel this way.
"Oh my god!" She cried. "I'm going to-I'm going to-!" Then before he knew it, her back arched, as she let out a breathless cry. As she seemed to have reached her orgasmic crescendo, her body blessed his thankful lips. Her sweet essence of her Pandora's Box were released upon his eagerly waiting tongue. As her forbidden nectar seeped into his mouth, he gratefully licked clean her entire sexual core.
"That was incredible!" Yvette cried, as she seemed to be catching her breath. Bartholomew said nothing, as he leaned over her, and smashed his lips into hers. His tongue soon begged for entrance, and her mouth seemed more than eager to comply.
Just when she didn't think she could take much more, he removed his lips from hers, and then rammed his tongue into her ear. Between his hot breath against her skin, and his tongue stimulating such a powerful erogenous zone, her body felt as though it was about to burst.
"And now my naughty little Swan Queen." He softly growled in her ear. "It's time for a little more discipline. Time to pleasure your Owl King."
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Before she even had a chance to say a word, Bartholomew had flipped her over on to her knees. As he was behind her, she steadied herself on all fours. She then heard as he slowly removed his underwear.
"You have no idea how hard you make me, my Swan Queen." He groaned. "You have no idea how bad I want to fuck you."
All of a sudden, he was right behind her. She soon felt his hard member, as he began to slide it across her opening to her sexual core. The more he rubbed it along her opening slit. The more of her own hot, wet liquid, she could feel as it was seeping onto it.
"Do you like getting wet for me?" He asked in a sensual whisper.
"Yes." She whispered back to him.
"Do you like that your wet pussy is making my cock all hard?" He asked.
"Oh yes!" She breathlessly cried, as both his words, as well as his actions aroused her even more.
"Do you want me to fuck you, my Swan Queen?" He asked. "Do you want to be fucked by the hard cock of your Owl King? Do you want my hard cock to become soaking wet from your throbbing pussy?"
"Yes!" She cried.
"Then promise to be mine forever!" He commanded her. "Promise to be my forever Swan Queen, and I will love you forever, I will erase the memory of your unfaithful lover. But a warning my dear, if you agree to be mine, then you cannot go back on your word."
"Please!" She cried. "Take away my pain, Take away the memory of how he betrayed me, and I shall be forever yours!"
With that, he rammed is hard member inside of her sexual core. She let out a loud gasp, as she enjoyed how good it felt when he slid it into her sacred walls. He then grabbed her one wrist, and pinned her arm behind her back.
As he began to thrust inside of her, she soon felt him reach from behind, and grab her one breast. Soon with every deep hard, powerfully penetrating thrust, he firmly yet gently groped her breast, as he cupped it in his hand.
"Oh my god!" He cried. "You have no idea how truly good it feels to fuck you!" As he kept thrusting inside of her, their bodies began to move in perfect harmony with one another. It was almost as if they were becoming one. She couldn't help but begin to moan in pleasure, as she could hear him groaning as well.
It was soon, at that moment, that they had reached their simultaneous orgasmic plateau. While still inside of her, he collapsed on top of her. They had apparently worn out one another. As he lay on top of her, she could feel the perspiration that formed between them, as his chest was against her back. As he continued to breathe heavy, she could feel the hot breath of his lips next to her ear.
"I love you, my Swan Queen." He whispered. "And I am holding you to your promise. You are now forever mine."
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