#xtakeyourchance - sun wukong

[fatedefyd]

   @xtakeyourchance​ foretold :  “Ah ha… Not yet; your underwear is staying on for now. I’m not done just yet…” [swk @ Chang'e]

   erotic sentence starters  /  still accepting !

   ❝ no fair ! ❞  Chang’e pouts, features tinted a rosy hue from her flustered state.  But, then again, what Wukong is doing doesn’t feel awful, just different  --  and she just wants to get to the GOOD part, already !

         Still, the feeling of member squeezed between ivory thighs and the pressing against her underwear was.. new !  A really, really nice sort of new.  Settled comfortably in bed, facing fronts, Chang’e takes the opportunity to embrace Wukong beneath satin sheets.  Kisses are place ‘pon the top of his head, slim arms caressing his form as his pelvis lazily meets hers. 

         It’s a comfortable pace he’s set.  Perhaps, as his tenderly grips at her hip and slides his length against her wetness, it doesn’t ALWAYS have to lead to happy-tears and scratching.  The friction of fabric against her needy mound is very appreciated, especially when the golden-eyed simian pulls and pushes at a particular angle  --  oh, stars above, and when he kisses her bosom, right above her rapidly-beating heart, and nibbles at her jawline ?

         Chang’e could learn to get used to this tender treatment. 

[fatedefyd]

   @xtakeyourchance​ foretold :  “Beg for me… beg for my tongue to finish you off.”  [SWK @ Tang]

   erotic sentence starters  /  still accepting !

   ❝ for crying out loud.. ❞

         He is not in the mood for Wukong’s games.  Though, it would paint Tang a hypocrite if he said so out loud, and he is far too close to seeing stars to push his luck. 

         Tanned hands have found themselves nestled in the fur atop the simian’s crown of light hair, his tassels have since fallen to the floor, joining the mortal man’s pants and undergarments.  Folds have previously been massaged within the confines of now-discarded sweatpants, legs now adorning the Monkey King’s shoulders and a troublesome wet spot resulting from the tailed one’s tongue-lashings.

         Wukong’s grip is strong, but not bruising.  Tang had previously been taking out his carnal frustrations on his poor couch, gripping at the armrest and back cushions as back lays against the seats.  The tongue of the simian feels as though he is writing a mantra within his inner walls, like he was attempting to summon someone  --  or something. 

   ❝ fine, FINE ! will you please, please, PLEASE do it already ! ❞  Mortal man cries, umber brown eyes looking down at Wukong with a carnal desperation, going so far as to even push his hips towards the prideful simian to relieve his poor, aching core.  

   ❝ make me cum, make me- make me scream your name ! ❞