Then he settled down to a slow but steady rhythm that went on for a good ten minutes. Bruce’s moans got louder, his pumping more erratic and the he...d of his cock started to swell, signalling me that he was about to blow his load. Then he moaned, “Oooh migod, I’m cumming, I'm cum…cum…cumming,” as he started quivering. As Bruce held my head and pushed his cock in my mouth, I felt a thick warm blast of cum hit my tongue as he unloaded his balls in my mouth. I felt the swell and flex of each shot. Her figure may have come from a roman sculpture with small, high breasts, round hips, and coloring which was all porcelain and pale pink. Without deliberate intention, Sulphurette's form shifted to match the fantasy: her own body from more than 400 years ago when she was still a mortal woman. At the same time, her lingerie morphed into the same simple shift the girl in kneeling in front of her was wearing.Feeling the change, the girl lifted her head, and looked up into the older woman's eyes.. I want you to feel you fill me, stretch me, mold me to your sword. I-I don't want you to sheath your sword, not like last time."He stopped rubbing her magic button."Nooo, don't stop! Why have you stopped?" Why mustn't I wear a sheath?" Because I want to feel you rubbing up against my walls, flesh to flesh. I want you to fuck me hard and, most of all, I want to feel you cum inside me."He started to run her magic button again. "Anything else?" Yes. As I cum, I want you to thrust yourself inside. With her hands on my abdomen to brace herself, she got into a squat, and slowly raised herself, revealing inch after inch of nectar-sheened cock, so thick that it stretched her inner-lips from her pelvis as she pulled. She got to the head, braced herself, then dropped. She squeaked, her voice cutting out once more, her breath leaving her chest. I stared in disbelief, but my awe was being slowly drowned by the sensations in my loins. Her tight heat enveloped me, the moist flesh within gripping.