So I tied her to the bed. I stripped her clothes from her. I have to admit, there was a certain excitement in the act. Her skin was soft, pure, unblem...shed. She had small upturned breasts, blonde hair between her legs. Blue eyes welling with tears. When I separated her legs, she begged, no. Not that. Fortunately it wasn't that. Yet. I held her legs in place and feasted on her pure nectar. I felt the strength returning as my tongue lashed her pussy. When my tongue entered her I met resistance.. He wants to hold out as much as possible. Her mouth pulls away from his hardened instrument of sex, making a popping sound caused by her skilled suction, his cock glistening with her lovely saliva, her small soft hands twisting and stroking up and down his shaft. ‘Please, I want your cum!’ She says with a sound of urgency and lust in her quivering angelic voice. A voice that, every time it sounds, it sets him on fire with passion. ‘Not until I taste you, and fuck you.’ He replies with the same. ..” Corec paused, then looked at Katrin. “That night at the inn, you said your forehead itched. Did it?”“Yes! And you wouldn’t let me...” She blushed and stopped speaking.“My arm was itching in the spot where the rune appeared. It stopped after it showed up. Maybe for a week? A week and a half? What about you?”She stared at him for a long moment before speaking. “At least a week. I don’t know—I wasn’t really paying attention.”“I think it may have happened in that village where I saw you play,”. Back from my neck to the top of my chest and then down my chest, pausing to feel my muscles there and then continuing down between our bodies to my stomach.There was a pause, a detour, as she reached around my waist to my back and again pulled me into her before returning to my front and slowly, ever so slowly, descending towards the front of my trousers, towards the place where my hardness was straining against the constraints of my clothing, trapped, uncomfortable and yearning for release.Her.