[quote="Wave Resistance"]<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e327/steusloffa/Dicks/Edits/49e82ece-6eff-4acd-8d21-94703d310dda_zpsd102d88a.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/>Izu couldn't help but be turned on by Alida's soft panting as his cock rubbed against her center.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #408000">"N-no Izu. Yehuda. Yehuda nothing,"</span></span>she managed to rasp out between gasps.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #408000">"Alida alone. Alida family arrange Yehuda. Yehuda and Alida promised. Promis--"</span></span>she was cut off by a particularly strong jolt of pleasure and she let out a cry, her hands coming up to Izu's shoulders and pulling him close. Her head rested on his shoulder as his cock continued to rub against her center.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #408000">"Prom-m-mise no...not matt--er!"</span></span>she managed to say in a high pitched voice, but Izu wasn't entirely convinced. As irrational as his feeling were to Alida, they made perfect sense to Izu. Sex wasn't a binding thing for his people. You could fuck just for the hell of it, people did it all the time. Maybe it was just his untrusting nature that made him want to question Alida about this Yehunda guy, or whatever the hell he was called.<br/><br/>Izu grabbed at Alida's ass rather hard, squeezing a cheek in his good hand as he rubbed his cock against her wet pussy. While Izu was still exhausted, the mind can fool the body into doing some pretty amazing things. Be it a mixture of lust and jealousy, or just lust, Izu felt like he could go another round, but this time he wanted Alida in a different way. He wanted to make her his, even if there was no way that Yehundalala guy would know, or whatever his name was.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #408000">"Izu...worried?"</span></span>Alida asked, somehow managing to sound coy even with her heavy breathing. Izu wrinkled his nose and furrowed his brow. Was he worried? Was that was he was feeling? Was he actually jealous or worried of the possibility of someone taking Alida away? Probably, but his pride wouldn't let him just say something like that.<br/><br/>Alida managed to hook a leg around Izu's hip, his cock in line with her center, though she didn't ease herself onto him. Instead, she hovered there, almost as if in challenge against Izu. She had a slight look of defiance in her eyes, mixed in with her pleasure. Alida obviously wanted something from him, and it wasn't just his dick. Was she looking for some kind of answer? Most likely, Alida wanted to here what he had to say on the matter at hand. Izu groaned a bit,<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"That's a trick question...."</span></span>He said, avoiding eye contact. Of coarse he was worried, some douche he never heard of until now had a claim on his woman. Wait, was she his woman now? Izu was having issues clearing his head at the moment.<br/><br/>Izu returned his gaze to Alida's eyes,<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"Don't get the wrong Idea... I'm just not into sharing..."</span></span>he said. That was as close to an answer as he was going to give her. His cock was now throbbing and pressing against her center, aching to enter. Izu had finally had as much as he could handle, pulling Alida's hips down so that his cock pressed into her tight center. God, was she tight. It was as if her insides had been built just for him. Izu pumped his cock in and out of her sopping wet center, juices dripping out of her pussy and mixing with the water on the ground.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"And...And the promise does matter!"</span></span>Izu suddenly said while thrusting into her, his fiery gaze piercing into her as they had some strange form of jealous-argument-sex.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"You promised yourself to me in a way, right? That's what this bond we share is essential. A promise that you belong to me."</span></span>Said Izu, pausing every so often to catch his breath and kiss Alida.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"How could I not be a little w-"</span></span>Izu didn't finish that sentence, not wanting to actually admit that he was worried, or rather jealous. This was a fight he had to win, somehow. Izu was starting to be rather rough with Alida, or rather her center. He had a tight hold of her body and they were bucking their hips against each other with some pretty impressive force. His thick cock twitched in her pussy with every thrust, her body taking him all the way to the base.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"Fuck... Why are you so tight...?"</span></span>He asked Alida, but it wasn't actually a serious question. Rather, it could just be taken as dirty talk.<br/><br/>His hand fondled her butt before his middle finger began to play with her asshole again.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"If I wasn't your first promise, then I'll just have to be your first for everything else. Let me think of what else I should do to you..."</span></span>he said while pumping into her center.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"Deep throat, done that."</span></span>He said, sliding a finger deep into her ass suddenly. The sensation seemed to catch the girl off guard, causing her to tighten her ass and pussy. This in turn caught Izu off guard and felt really,<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="text-decoration: underline">really</span></span>, good. Izu couldn't hold back his sexual smile as he bit her bottom lip playfully,<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"God I love you..."</span></span>He said before he could catch himself. Izu suddenly slowed down his thrusting and leaned his head back, looking Alida in the eyes. He really didn't know what to say now, nor what Alida would think or say next. Those words just kind of came from nowhere, and he couldn't take them back. Not that he particularly wanted to, but it was a big step to say the<span style="text-decoration: underline">L</span>word...