Lustful Liaisons (Last One, Hedonist Halloween ??)
Going to the gym with Marishka was an absolute nightmare/dream. She brought every bit of her bedroom sassiness and when that ass straddled the vinyl benches, Caius thought he could see Heaven between those thighs.
Lifting any heavy weights could not be a responsible idea when Marishka squealed every time that she lifted her leg. What a fucking tease to do this again! The local New York juiceheads were eyeing her in ways that he felt compelled to counter with near-fatal force, and Marishka responded accordingly.
“Go to the locker room NOW,” he telepathically ordered his girlfriend in harsh, heavy tones. Wait for me. All right? I can’t believe you, brat.
She smiled and sauntered away in striped knee-high socks, with her yellow exercise shorts slightly disappearing between her curves. Caius vibrated jealously as heads turned. He knew now that his job involved an incognito journey after that tempting ass...it seemed so simple.
Yet it would take at least ten minutes, for the new veela receptionist and he kept accidentally locking eyes when it came time to follow. Her skin was a deep earthy brown. She must be replacing the white girl on night shifts before her. Didn’t miss a beat at all.
If she kept this up, he might just rendezvous ’Amber’, or so the Planet Fitness tag told him.
No one used their real name nowadays if they were vampires, veela, Lycans, even humans. The government tracked anyone who spoke against them. Amber's stare—the color itself— inspired two more upper arm sets that set off a sweat shockwave. Caius grunted. Amber blushed as he assumed his full height and stopped the work-out for THIS particular room. What was Marishka doing?
Granted, it was late (1:00AM to be exact) and the women’s locker room so they were clear. However, those moans carried. His sweet, slutty coveness laid precariously along the wooden bench now instead: nimble, imaginative fingers in her neon shorts. Caius could barely move.
Her winged liner accentuated the pleasure across a flushed, freckled face. Caius was losing breath as much as Marishka. His erection made walking toward her difficult. He KNEW she sensed his presence but did not fear continuing. An exhibitionist like her? This must be a wet dream come true for Marishka.
His fangs dripped saliva over exposed, succulent breasts; Marishka’s impatience freed skin by the second and Caius' enthusiasm would obsess over each nipple, inch and curve. Even her crimson sports bra teased him, so Caius yanked it fully past bouncing titties. No more games with this hussy.
“You want me, huh?” he states sensually. Marishka's beautiful body writhes though two trembling hands stroke his throbbing dick. An answer all its own.
“I want YOU, princess. I always want you. And sweet pea, right NOW.”
He could not fathom why the princess of Moldova crossed his path and chose him as a consort. Caius could not care. It may jinx their bond to overthink that. She is already sitting up on the lower bench, eye-level with his need. Marishka giggled.
“I wanna fucking feed you too. Open up, Marishka baby. Oh, yes, eat it...” her hands voraciously scour Caius’ legs and waist as a plump, kissable pout works him to the hilt.
Perky pink tips meet his thighs for the thirtieth deep throat, and that does it. He’s definitely aware that they have been walked in on, but no one came yet. Certainly not him. And until that moment, there is pussy to please. She whined erotically during some cunnilingual loving, God, a taste that addicted as much as blood. Pussy tasted better.
“You haven’t had enough,” he growled against her pulsing, slick-wet walls, knowing his tongue earned a climax for its trouble. Her shorts fell off of his shoulders.
Marishka’s back still arched as Caius positioned the petite vampiress on her knees. He hummed deeply—hungrily as her socks sexily hugged moist, nubile legs which were pressed together so her fine derriere and tightness took center stage. Caius was enraptured.
His clasp enveloped Marishka’s nape securely, she whimpered as he used its hair to fuck yet harder. What a woman.
One hand affectionately caressed her bright red ass and squeezed. Buoyant auburn locks and bosom fly forward and she shrieks in delighted Hungarian when Caius latches onto Marishka possessively.
He pulls so that the arch is complete, and two enormous kohl-rimmed ruby eyes beg for more. Marishka, MARISHKA.
She comes so completely as his thrusts hit a home run inside her. Caius brusquely maneuvers her to lay back onto the bench. He pulls her twitching thighs apart and slides fully. She’s bouncing before they can moan. Now he is slowly bringing her legs to her shoulders.
“Too DEEP, domn! Oh, you devil! Damn!!” But Marishka’s still coming on him.
“I want to feel this pizda to the core.” Her mastare withdraws and wraps her weakened thighs around his ears, eating her out comfortably.
“I have to. Mmmmm...amazing. You're gonna get us in trouble, you know that? Look at Amber,” he noted hungrily.
The duo's ruby eyes assessed their voyeur carefully, and Caius softened his edge. “She looks like a deer in headlights. Hey, there. Hang tight.”
Amber tried to stand but strength failed her.
“You’re pretty as fuck. Get bent back over, Marishka, let me pull that sexy hair and hear you scream,” Caius growls happily, rather pleased that his hardness can reach her innermost spot. She’s so obedient, so wet that his soul almost weeps. Amber is next. Caius smiles as her back slides down the mirror opposite and her stance falters.
He is so lucky. He bites Marishka’s neck and holds her still. “I love you, baby, all I want is to fuck you good, give you that good—fffuck!”
The elder holds his half-veela’s neck from behind, feeling Marishka gulp and hiss. Such a sirenous song. He readjusts a rather dominant chokehold and props her chin gently.
“I want you both now. Coming with?” Caius offers a hand to the receptionist. Amber rushes to take it, and they’ve dematerialized home.
Marishka is pinned beneath his downward pounding on their living room couch before a very aroused beauty, who undressed slowly. He raised a greedy eyebrow. This orgasm was torturing him.
“I can’t believe you were cornering me the entire time. I always think it’s my move. But you veela...it ends up being your call in the end, huh? Oh, BABE. I'm coming, I'm GONNA.” Caius bottomed.
Marishka begged him. Amber approached with her nicely manicured thumb upon the veela's ass so she peaked like mad once again. Caius had sunken his hands in red hair and bitten sweet skin. "Oh, you are in for a night, you two."
PART TWO
Caius and Marishka were more debauched in the 21st century, though their reincarnations were younger in age. A 25-old vampire and his newly 21-years-young lover blended well during THESE times. Medieval Europe never became any easier. She sucked him so mind-numbingly well. It was as if this were the last.
“You’re awfully enthusiastic tonight,” Caius moans soon as he holds her fast by the blouse on her back. They were fucking fiercely.
He could hear similar activity in surround sound; it multiplied their pace twofold! She pierced his shoulders pleasurably with shimmery nails. Caius shifted underneath Marishka and pulled her mermaid top off entirely.
Gorgeous breasts invaded his face, which sweet lips covered with inebriated kisses. Cara ‘whoo’ed as Justin carried her into the mansion master suite. The adult videographer finally abandoned decorum as well. Hollywood life had its share of job benefits...
This particular party had nearly no rules, apart from safe sex. For unadulterated, orgiastic interaction was the entire experience. Besides, his Gambit outfit already had been disrobed an hour ago.
“Marishka!! Fuck!”
He cannot take anymore and lifts her effortlessly, then throws her onto the chair to spread round and sweaty cheeks. In, deeper, deeper. Out till he could not wait. Their erotic dance resumes while Inara pretends she doesn’t want the same treatment.
Marishka outmaneuvered her older mastare, pulled him back into a reclining position and stole the sanity Caius had left. She perched perfectly on his thighs and otherwise. Eyes rolled back—white, menacing. Play games? Very well.
Partygoers streamed happily and timidly around their clandestine couch affair, as Marishka deposited creaminess on every slide...he hardly could manage her pleas not to come. This princess made tall orders. Soon, just the cry:
“BASSZA MEG! Basszaaa!”
“Fetita frumoasa, suna bine!!” He smacked blushing ass cheeks deliriously and pulled her on relentless strokes.
”Who’s daddy, baby?” Caius confirmed lovingly. Marishka’s freckled breast, red hair flooded his vision as she arched.
Then sweet oblivion enveloped Caius. “Happy Halloween. Oh my GOD,” Caius murmured raunchily not two moments past this. His fist held Marishka‘s half-undone fishtail braid. And climax stripes each cheek after she hopped off to take Caius’ seed. They both smiled.
”I need you, Mari’. In every way.”
”I know. I need you too.”
Lifting any heavy weights could not be a responsible idea when Marishka squealed every time that she lifted her leg. What a fucking tease to do this again! The local New York juiceheads were eyeing her in ways that he felt compelled to counter with near-fatal force, and Marishka responded accordingly.
“Go to the locker room NOW,” he telepathically ordered his girlfriend in harsh, heavy tones. Wait for me. All right? I can’t believe you, brat.
She smiled and sauntered away in striped knee-high socks, with her yellow exercise shorts slightly disappearing between her curves. Caius vibrated jealously as heads turned. He knew now that his job involved an incognito journey after that tempting ass...it seemed so simple.
Yet it would take at least ten minutes, for the new veela receptionist and he kept accidentally locking eyes when it came time to follow. Her skin was a deep earthy brown. She must be replacing the white girl on night shifts before her. Didn’t miss a beat at all.
If she kept this up, he might just rendezvous ’Amber’, or so the Planet Fitness tag told him.
No one used their real name nowadays if they were vampires, veela, Lycans, even humans. The government tracked anyone who spoke against them. Amber's stare—the color itself— inspired two more upper arm sets that set off a sweat shockwave. Caius grunted. Amber blushed as he assumed his full height and stopped the work-out for THIS particular room. What was Marishka doing?
Granted, it was late (1:00AM to be exact) and the women’s locker room so they were clear. However, those moans carried. His sweet, slutty coveness laid precariously along the wooden bench now instead: nimble, imaginative fingers in her neon shorts. Caius could barely move.
Her winged liner accentuated the pleasure across a flushed, freckled face. Caius was losing breath as much as Marishka. His erection made walking toward her difficult. He KNEW she sensed his presence but did not fear continuing. An exhibitionist like her? This must be a wet dream come true for Marishka.
His fangs dripped saliva over exposed, succulent breasts; Marishka’s impatience freed skin by the second and Caius' enthusiasm would obsess over each nipple, inch and curve. Even her crimson sports bra teased him, so Caius yanked it fully past bouncing titties. No more games with this hussy.
“You want me, huh?” he states sensually. Marishka's beautiful body writhes though two trembling hands stroke his throbbing dick. An answer all its own.
“I want YOU, princess. I always want you. And sweet pea, right NOW.”
He could not fathom why the princess of Moldova crossed his path and chose him as a consort. Caius could not care. It may jinx their bond to overthink that. She is already sitting up on the lower bench, eye-level with his need. Marishka giggled.
“I wanna fucking feed you too. Open up, Marishka baby. Oh, yes, eat it...” her hands voraciously scour Caius’ legs and waist as a plump, kissable pout works him to the hilt.
Perky pink tips meet his thighs for the thirtieth deep throat, and that does it. He’s definitely aware that they have been walked in on, but no one came yet. Certainly not him. And until that moment, there is pussy to please. She whined erotically during some cunnilingual loving, God, a taste that addicted as much as blood. Pussy tasted better.
“You haven’t had enough,” he growled against her pulsing, slick-wet walls, knowing his tongue earned a climax for its trouble. Her shorts fell off of his shoulders.
Marishka’s back still arched as Caius positioned the petite vampiress on her knees. He hummed deeply—hungrily as her socks sexily hugged moist, nubile legs which were pressed together so her fine derriere and tightness took center stage. Caius was enraptured.
His clasp enveloped Marishka’s nape securely, she whimpered as he used its hair to fuck yet harder. What a woman.
One hand affectionately caressed her bright red ass and squeezed. Buoyant auburn locks and bosom fly forward and she shrieks in delighted Hungarian when Caius latches onto Marishka possessively.
He pulls so that the arch is complete, and two enormous kohl-rimmed ruby eyes beg for more. Marishka, MARISHKA.
She comes so completely as his thrusts hit a home run inside her. Caius brusquely maneuvers her to lay back onto the bench. He pulls her twitching thighs apart and slides fully. She’s bouncing before they can moan. Now he is slowly bringing her legs to her shoulders.
“Too DEEP, domn! Oh, you devil! Damn!!” But Marishka’s still coming on him.
“I want to feel this pizda to the core.” Her mastare withdraws and wraps her weakened thighs around his ears, eating her out comfortably.
“I have to. Mmmmm...amazing. You're gonna get us in trouble, you know that? Look at Amber,” he noted hungrily.
The duo's ruby eyes assessed their voyeur carefully, and Caius softened his edge. “She looks like a deer in headlights. Hey, there. Hang tight.”
Amber tried to stand but strength failed her.
“You’re pretty as fuck. Get bent back over, Marishka, let me pull that sexy hair and hear you scream,” Caius growls happily, rather pleased that his hardness can reach her innermost spot. She’s so obedient, so wet that his soul almost weeps. Amber is next. Caius smiles as her back slides down the mirror opposite and her stance falters.
He is so lucky. He bites Marishka’s neck and holds her still. “I love you, baby, all I want is to fuck you good, give you that good—fffuck!”
The elder holds his half-veela’s neck from behind, feeling Marishka gulp and hiss. Such a sirenous song. He readjusts a rather dominant chokehold and props her chin gently.
“I want you both now. Coming with?” Caius offers a hand to the receptionist. Amber rushes to take it, and they’ve dematerialized home.
Marishka is pinned beneath his downward pounding on their living room couch before a very aroused beauty, who undressed slowly. He raised a greedy eyebrow. This orgasm was torturing him.
“I can’t believe you were cornering me the entire time. I always think it’s my move. But you veela...it ends up being your call in the end, huh? Oh, BABE. I'm coming, I'm GONNA.” Caius bottomed.
Marishka begged him. Amber approached with her nicely manicured thumb upon the veela's ass so she peaked like mad once again. Caius had sunken his hands in red hair and bitten sweet skin. "Oh, you are in for a night, you two."
PART TWO
Caius and Marishka were more debauched in the 21st century, though their reincarnations were younger in age. A 25-old vampire and his newly 21-years-young lover blended well during THESE times. Medieval Europe never became any easier. She sucked him so mind-numbingly well. It was as if this were the last.
“You’re awfully enthusiastic tonight,” Caius moans soon as he holds her fast by the blouse on her back. They were fucking fiercely.
He could hear similar activity in surround sound; it multiplied their pace twofold! She pierced his shoulders pleasurably with shimmery nails. Caius shifted underneath Marishka and pulled her mermaid top off entirely.
Gorgeous breasts invaded his face, which sweet lips covered with inebriated kisses. Cara ‘whoo’ed as Justin carried her into the mansion master suite. The adult videographer finally abandoned decorum as well. Hollywood life had its share of job benefits...
This particular party had nearly no rules, apart from safe sex. For unadulterated, orgiastic interaction was the entire experience. Besides, his Gambit outfit already had been disrobed an hour ago.
“Marishka!! Fuck!”
He cannot take anymore and lifts her effortlessly, then throws her onto the chair to spread round and sweaty cheeks. In, deeper, deeper. Out till he could not wait. Their erotic dance resumes while Inara pretends she doesn’t want the same treatment.
Marishka outmaneuvered her older mastare, pulled him back into a reclining position and stole the sanity Caius had left. She perched perfectly on his thighs and otherwise. Eyes rolled back—white, menacing. Play games? Very well.
Partygoers streamed happily and timidly around their clandestine couch affair, as Marishka deposited creaminess on every slide...he hardly could manage her pleas not to come. This princess made tall orders. Soon, just the cry:
“BASSZA MEG! Basszaaa!”
“Fetita frumoasa, suna bine!!” He smacked blushing ass cheeks deliriously and pulled her on relentless strokes.
”Who’s daddy, baby?” Caius confirmed lovingly. Marishka’s freckled breast, red hair flooded his vision as she arched.
Then sweet oblivion enveloped Caius. “Happy Halloween. Oh my GOD,” Caius murmured raunchily not two moments past this. His fist held Marishka‘s half-undone fishtail braid. And climax stripes each cheek after she hopped off to take Caius’ seed. They both smiled.
”I need you, Mari’. In every way.”
”I know. I need you too.”
5 years ago
