<br/>It was beautiful and perfect, Andi’s voice close and encouraging her whispers like an avalanche of desire that made the earth shake beneath me. The cock that filled my moth was hers, belonged to hers and his pleasure was her desire and it was my sacred duty to give myself unto it. But even in such flawless euphoria, the sands are constantly shifting and at once the struggle for power was evident, despite my blindness. I was a fawn, trapped between lion and bear (if you’ll pardon the geographical inaccuracies) and even as I belonged to Andi, she fought to retain control over the man she had introduced to our sanctum.<br/><br/>Hands grasped me, drew my lips to his powerful kiss, drawing out my soul as surely as he took away my breath. I felt my legs weaken, my will faltering and I returned the kiss without reservation. A hand clamped to my cunt, strong and insistent, entering me without compassion not consideration and I did not resist. My lioness would protect me, should she see fit. And though there was naught but pain in his abuse of me, there was pleasure in my giving of myself.<br/><br/>I could feel the movement of his body, the cries of my lover beneath him and I could sense Andi’s surrender, willing her to fight, to remain strong, to be my all conquering lover. But I could hear her gentle sobs, the tension in bone and muscle that told me of her imminent release. But I would not let her be defeated. I twisted myself from those insistent lips and my hand found his pounding cock as it skewered my love. I would not let her cum at the will of another and vowed to hasten his own pleasure that Andi may take her pleasure of her own volition.<br/><br/>My moth worked over his neck, sucking and drawing his flesh within and downwards I ventured to his tender nipples to take first one then the other between my teeth, biting and nipping, to drive the moment of his climax. My hand reached to his testes, massaging and tormenting them, willing him to cum.<br/>