Partners, Ch. 4

[pre-story] The steamy conclusion of Partners! Finally! [redacted] Anyways, go ahead and enjoy![/pre-story]

Partners: Chapter 4

“Do it.” She half-whispered. “Take me.”

Wordlessly, Gordon pushed. He could feel Elirel’s entrance resist, instinctively refusing to open before the fat, flared crown as he bore down, but it was a futile effort. His abs tightened as the tip of his spear wedged into her entrance, prying her open bit by bit, more and more of his crown disappearing into her with each passing second. Then, with a sudden rush, he was inside her, his blunt crown piercing through her body’s resistance, the first few inches of his shaft following it as it plunged into her gripping channel. He groaned from deep in his chest at the sensation, squeezing his eyes shut. He’d thought she would be tight, but this… this was beyond anything he could have imagined. Her walls squeezed him like a silken vice, every ripple and fold of her hot, wet depths clinging to his thick shaft, twitching and squeezing around him. He froze in place, his mind overwhelmed by the surge of pleasure, struggling to catch up.

Partners, Ch. 2

[pre-story]The saga continues! Not much to report, other than that I've finished another chapter of By The Horns, which'll be going up once I finish posting this story. In the meantime, enjoy! As always, if you like what you see, [redacted][pre-story]

Partners: Chapter 2

Elirel stormed upstairs to her room, slamming the door behind her, her fists and jaw clenched. She just couldn’t relax. For hours, she paced the room in a silent rage, occasionally stoking the fires of her anger with swigs of wine straight from the bottle, her mind whirring with the same questions over and over. How could he be so blind, so oblivious, so incredibly, impossibly dense? Three years! Three years and he’d never realized she was a woman!? How could he just not notice?! More than half the bottle of wine was gone by the time the flames of anger to finally burned themselves out, and she was left feeling… empty. Drained. Her pacing slowed, then stopped, and with a heavy sigh, she dropped to a seat on the edge of her bed. Her eyes flicked up, looking across the room, settling on his bed. Or, what would have been his bed, if she hadn’t kicked him out. She felt a knot form in her chest at the thought, no less than a dozen confusing emotions all tangled together.