Errant
The pressure in your groin is extremely frustrating. Every minute has been equal parts torture and pleasure. For the nymph is seems it had only been the latter. She continues pleasuring herself on top of you for a time before she removes her glistening fingers and shoves them once again into your mouth. The taste reminds you once again that this is no human woman you're dealing with. She tastes like a sweet sap and it fills you with a dizzying desire for more.
"Please," you try to beg, her fingers still in your mouth.
"What was that?" she feigns ignorance to your plea.
"Please!" You entreat her more earnestly this time.
"Well, since you asked so nicely." She flutters her lashes like an innocent maiden, but what she has in store is antithetical. With a wave of her hand the roots attacking your groin and nipples stop. They don't eave you, but they don't hound you any further either. She begins kissing you all the way down, starting with your face and ending on your inner thigh. "What was it that you wanted again?" Her coy attitude is starting to frustrate you. Her hand is on you cock, idle while the blood flow makes you feel fit to burst.
"Please, please," You babble, unable to form any cohesive thoughts let alone competent sentences.
"Oh, did I work you too hard, love?" she places a kiss on the roots over you. You give her a look of desperation and you can practically see the want it sends through her. "Okay, then. No more stalling." She positions herself just above you. You can feel you tip just beginning to prod into her. But she waits and waits. Holding position just our of reach for you. You open you mouth to complain and thats when she slams herself on top of you taking you to the hilt in one rough motion. A cry of pleasure tears from your throat at the unexpected motion. She begins to rock back and forth experimentally.
She hums to herself. "I kne I'd like you better in here." With a lick of her lips she starts pulling herself up and slamming back down again, rhythmically, slowly but never any less deep. The roots on your hips prevent you from meeting her half-way or making any attempts at changing the pace. But you want to. You need to. There has never been a more pressing moment nor a woman you've wanted to press more forcefully. You wish it was you on top, you wish you had any semblance of control over the pleasure she was able to wring out from you.
But at the same time, you like what she's doing to you. The pain only makes the pleasure stronger. The frustration only makes the payoff greater.
Her pace quickens with need up and down, over and over and soon she's letting the roots slip away. All of them save for the ones around your wrists and your cock. Your hips move up to meet her now, both of your movements erratic and needy with want.You've never felt so hot.
She leans down over you and whispers in your ear, "Come now, let's finish this game." And suddenly you feel the last of the roots give way and free you. The pressure that's been building up all this time suddenly releases letting you both climax at the same time. Your hands come her her waist as you hold her in position like you're worried if she goes, so to will the pleasure. You buck through the lasting bouts before the last remnants of tension release and you flop onto your back in exhaustion.
The last thing you hear before you pass out entirely is the nymphs sweet voice crooning. "Hmm, you're far too good to lose."
"Please," you try to beg, her fingers still in your mouth.
"What was that?" she feigns ignorance to your plea.
"Please!" You entreat her more earnestly this time.
"Well, since you asked so nicely." She flutters her lashes like an innocent maiden, but what she has in store is antithetical. With a wave of her hand the roots attacking your groin and nipples stop. They don't eave you, but they don't hound you any further either. She begins kissing you all the way down, starting with your face and ending on your inner thigh. "What was it that you wanted again?" Her coy attitude is starting to frustrate you. Her hand is on you cock, idle while the blood flow makes you feel fit to burst.
"Please, please," You babble, unable to form any cohesive thoughts let alone competent sentences.
"Oh, did I work you too hard, love?" she places a kiss on the roots over you. You give her a look of desperation and you can practically see the want it sends through her. "Okay, then. No more stalling." She positions herself just above you. You can feel you tip just beginning to prod into her. But she waits and waits. Holding position just our of reach for you. You open you mouth to complain and thats when she slams herself on top of you taking you to the hilt in one rough motion. A cry of pleasure tears from your throat at the unexpected motion. She begins to rock back and forth experimentally.
She hums to herself. "I kne I'd like you better in here." With a lick of her lips she starts pulling herself up and slamming back down again, rhythmically, slowly but never any less deep. The roots on your hips prevent you from meeting her half-way or making any attempts at changing the pace. But you want to. You need to. There has never been a more pressing moment nor a woman you've wanted to press more forcefully. You wish it was you on top, you wish you had any semblance of control over the pleasure she was able to wring out from you.
But at the same time, you like what she's doing to you. The pain only makes the pleasure stronger. The frustration only makes the payoff greater.
Her pace quickens with need up and down, over and over and soon she's letting the roots slip away. All of them save for the ones around your wrists and your cock. Your hips move up to meet her now, both of your movements erratic and needy with want.You've never felt so hot.
She leans down over you and whispers in your ear, "Come now, let's finish this game." And suddenly you feel the last of the roots give way and free you. The pressure that's been building up all this time suddenly releases letting you both climax at the same time. Your hands come her her waist as you hold her in position like you're worried if she goes, so to will the pleasure. You buck through the lasting bouts before the last remnants of tension release and you flop onto your back in exhaustion.
The last thing you hear before you pass out entirely is the nymphs sweet voice crooning. "Hmm, you're far too good to lose."
