<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=147684.msg6880255#msg6880255">Quote from: PoisonousKitty on 06-09-2012, 17:01:04</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Caliko felt the man squirm in her grasp as her head moved its way up and down his length, doing what she could to pleasure him in any form or fashion. The woman once she found someone was very possessive, though many wouldn't be able to understand why, some might easily be able to figure the reason. Caliko loved to torture and tease the men who entered her bed chambers, yet many of them didn't see the liking of having her has a mate. She would play like this hold control to every movement they made, make love to them in fashions that most women would find appauling, yet at the end of it all they were taken away from her and given to her queen something she slowly was beginning to except, even if it was hard to do so. As she continued to buzz her lips she started to tickle the under side of his length with her tongue playing with the sensitive veins that lied right below the surface of the skin. The motions were smooth, almost romantic, yet she knew she was in control, something some men didn't like. Cali could control his orgasm and keep him from release until she wanted him to. <br/><br/>Lowering her left hand to his balls she began massaging them softly, taking in the motions with such care that it might have almost felt like a soft flower playing across them. Finally after a few more moments of this she pulled her head away looking up to the man's face a succubus sexual pride playing easily across her beautiful eyes. Slithering her body up his she lifted her shirt allowing her round DD orbs to slide across his smooth chest. When she made it to his face she kissed him lightly on the lips, an almost longing look coming from her eyes, but then after a moment the look once more vanished and was replaced, by need and obsession. Pulling herself off of the bed for a moment she lowered her lower garments and returned to the bed her body like his nude, but her body was not as pure as his. There were scars lining her back, some from burns, others from cuts. Her mind was a mixed up torture chamber that no man had ever had the right or allowance into. The pain she allowed upon herself from her queen as well as those who hadn't obeyed orders was beyond scary, but she knew her place and where she belonged.<br/><br/>Sliding along his body once more she raised her hips above his, her need and obsession growing as she held his length out in front of her massaging it gently with her hand. She was torturing him, wanting him to beg for it, thus she when she lowered herself it was just for her lips to graze against his length rolling her hips to where he would be begging for her to allow him in, but of course that wouldn't be as simple as he wished.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Tristan had never felt pleasure like this in his life, her tongue seemed to glide over the under side of his manhood as she took the whole of it into her mouth, he had been sure that was the best pleasure a man could receive until she had added a new torture to the proceedings, one of her hands had found its way to his balls and she massaged them gently, squeezing them which only made him groan out louder, his eyes closed and his lightly tanned skin beginning to sweat "oh shit" he gasped, he felt like he was ready to explode although something about what she was doing was stopping it from happening, until she wanted it at least, or so he guessed.<br/><br/>when she finally stopped her oral onslaught he let his head fall back into the pillows, panting and still groaning, he opened his eyes just in time to see her face with the longing look change into something else, something possessive and primal, her large and ample chest rubbing over his chest as she moved and then, despite the way she seemed around him and her dominating style of seduction the kiss she placed on his lips was soft and delicate. He had been about to respond by kissing her back but as fast as it came, it had gone, she removed herself from the bed, taking the rest of her clothing off before joining him once again, her small fingers wrapping around his shaft as she began to play with it, he felt his head roll back and groaned again, and again even louder when she brushed the lips of herself on the head of his shaft "oh god" he breathed, his voice becoming ragged and husk.<br/><br/>If this was torture, he thought to himself, maybe it wasn't so bad....... right?