<div class="floatright">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/566896805904777217/648070034824101888/d3da4e5fca42b72282785c719bc8ccff.png)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Surely he should have expected this, but it was hard to get used to magical feelings like these when he had lived a life of normality until today. Azalea's pussy felt like it had a life of its own past the body that it was assigned to, which only made focusing on fucking her even harder. Whenever his cock retreated from her pussy, it felt like it was leaving a vicegrip that it was meant to push inside. And whenever he pushed back inside... it felt like he had died and gone to heaven again. His composure thankfully didn't seem to be under assault within these few thrusts as he continued to fuck her, but surely she would be attacking him very soon in ways that he couldn't pinpoint. He had to remain on his guard, and put his all into trying to fuck this Goddess.<br/><br/>Unfortunately, having his balls previously drained with her mouth had left Hazeel's body more cloudy than his mind wanted to admit, and his thrusts were rough, but still haphazard. He tried to tuck his hands underneath her shoulders to bring him into his lap, but her body felt like a lead weight as he tried to lift her, and barely managed to get her an inch off the ground before he gave up and went back to fucking her. He moved one of her legs to either side and continued to pound away at her pussy, groaning with each other thrust while he increased the speed and his intensity. His mouth remained latched onto hers as he swallowed her honeyed cider, growing addicted to the taste. He shifted his head to the side and broke the kiss with her lips, a small strand of saliva connecting their lips before breaking. He leaned his neck down, finding the alabaster skin that had previously been protected by her dress and he clamped down onto her neck with his lips, sucking and attempting to form a red mark on her otherwise perfect skin.<br/><br/>He could feel his balls churning with desire as he fucked her in what he could only assume to be her favorite position. Where as he felt like a King back on the bench with her heavenly blowjob, now he felt like the toy that was meant to get her off, and doing a poor job of it. He just needed more effort, and hopefully this wasn't all in vain. "Am I not the only human you've seen?" he asked, curious to the questions that had swirled around in his head since he came to the hut. Surely he could get some answers out of her while he tried to stuff her like a turkey? "Do you give your body to all of them?"<br/><br/><em>Hazeel Pleasure Roll: 1d20 = 3</em><br/><br/><em>Hazeel Change Positions Roll: 2d6 = 5. Fail.</em></span>