I brushed his pointed ears, so like the elf’s. He wanted this. Indian hot sex “You’re far from home.”
“A disagreement with the naga,” the man said, his hand reaching down to pet the lamia’s tawny hair. I know I would never violate my people’s martial customs.”
“You sleep with every woman you can stick your dick in.”
“But they are not hermaphrodites. Now I could enjoy Xera’s for real. Twice. Her claws raked my back. We lay on her bed in her dim cabin aboard the Golden Hunger. She purred and howled, loving the violence of my thrusts. My head tossed on the pillows. I rubbed my chainmail loincloth into her thigh, grinding my clit and pussy lips against the metal links. Why did the guilt make me suck harder? “Say it.”
My cheeks warmed. They watched my slave, desiring her. Another person’s jizz, not my husband’s, filled my mouth. It was the last night the elf would have it. I wasn’t breaking my vows to Luben. So lush.”
“I would love to hear her gasping on my cock.”
“Yours is too small.
