#vaelanthorne

[fcurtxen]

@vaelanthorne​

he looked the witch over with a soft smile. his broad forearm leaned against the bars of his cell while his thumbnail scratched at his forehead. a soft hum escaped him. “you look like how she described you to be,” fourteen mused. he leaned closer while his eyes lingered over vaelan’s hands and the way his throat curved. “i thought you’d be taller though. she really doesn’t like you. but, she respects you. that’s got to hold some weight.” the human clicked his tongue to the back of his teeth as he wrapped his fingers against the bar. “sorry, sir. manners. i’m fourteen. at least, that’s the name i was given by my breeder.”

[strxhd]

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The sound of his heart beat is magnified by arousal. A constant lapping and ebbing of sensation drove into a carnal hunger that demanded to be sated. He couldn’t recall how the pair of them had arrived to this point but it hadn’t matter much. He felt the warmth of his skin under his fingertips and the way their blood rushed beneath the skin. Lysander’s lips eagerly chased it. Clothes shed between them until there had been nothing but skin and coarse hair. He fed from it as if his fangs were drawing out the blood that called to him. A polite waltz of bodies and touch. He worshiped the pulse in Vaelan’s throat before he curled his fingers around his spectacular ass. Strong grip pressed against the fragile flesh and brought him closer.

The witch’s skin tasted of herbs and earth. A strong mixture that drew him in deeper. Lysander wanted more; he wanted to taste his name on the others lips as he drove his cock deeply inside of him. He had enough of the slow teasing he had started. He knew in strength, he was the more powerful but respected that the witch could snap his fingers and destroy him. It didn’t stop him from swiping his leg and tripping Vaelan into the bed. Rapid speed had him on top of the witch with his wrists pinned. Vaelan’s legs were wrapped easily around his own lithe waist as his hardened cock, thick and full, pressed eagerly against the witch’s taint. His hips rolled against him with his fangs bared. 

Leaning down he pressed his body hard against the witch’s. He pressed his hand, after he moved one, against the witch’s hip to hold him down. “I’m going to fuck you,” Lysander purred calmly, “and cum inside. And then fuck you again.” He leaned down to nip at the witch’s ear. “I’m going to fill you so thick that all you can think about is coming back to me every night just for me to empty myself inside of you all over again.”

MEME THING.

[kaloyanserdarov-blog]

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“In my experience when someone’s complimenting a dragon, they aim to distract. Are you trying to distract me, fahdon?“