Butterfly Beauty

The butterfly sighed with the pleasure the bride was giving them and felt eager to return the favor. “I do like it,” they confirmed once again. “Can I have the taste now?” they furthered it, brushing their fingers over her exposed thigh, scratching slightly with the nails they’d worn for the evening. The squeeze to their sex caused them to gasp happily, a smile forming wide with how good it felt. “Mm, yes, I love that,” they whispered, leaning forward and brushing their lips over her gorgeous skin and moving their mouth to her ear, “Are you wet already? I do so want to taste you.”

“Yes, I do like it,” they agreed with a smile, smiling down at her. She spoke so wonderfully and then was kissing them once again, making them feel warm with the touch of her lips against their own. They leaned close, parting their thighs to give the camera real show of their ass, and then parted her lips with his tongue, teasing playfully. They liked her hands on their body and climbed into her lap again, kissing just as slow but deepened it further, tasting her fully as they tangled their tongue with her own.

The butterfly gasped with the pleasure of having someone else’s hand on their bulge, loving it completely. “It’s the attention from you,” they grinned, lips parted with how her fingers toyed with their body. “You’re teasing me,” they commented breathlessly and brought their hand under her skirt, using the opportunity that they didn’t necessarily have to ask permission. “I want to feel if you’re excited too,” they whispered, eyes on her, “Say you want my fingers, my mouth on your clit.”

The butterfly liked the sounds that came from the Minotaur, knowing their entire body was alight with the pleasure and prayed his was too. They were pleased he was allowing them to cum and nodded their head at his order. They ran their hand down his chest and moved to their clit, stroking slowly at first and then in time with his thrusts. They couldn’t help the soft gasps at the needed pressure to their tiny bulge, barely a comparison to the cock thrusting inside their tight hole. They tipped their head back once again, but kept their gaze on the growing crowd, loving how it seemed to increased the arousal they already felt. “Oh god, there’s cocks out but they don’t compare to yours,” they moaned, wondering now how many would want to fuck them after this, but tried to sway their fantasies and focus on just the one holding their body up. Their gaze shifted to the Minotaur once again and they smiled breathlessly, giving into their carnal desires and kept the other’s gaze as they spilled over their own fingertips, crying out as they came, entire body shuddering with the strong force of the orgasm.

The reaction from her made the butterfly blush happily and they leaned into the warm touch. The butterfly grinned and shrugged, “I like attention.” The admission was probably obvious by now, but they didn’t mind admitting it to the other. They stared up at her, eyes wide and needy, “let’s give the camera a quick show.” They climbed off her lap for a moment and bent towards her, and as they brushed their lips against her, lifted their skirt high, revealing the tiny, sheer thong for the camera, giggling against her lips.

The butterfly prayed to themselves that they weren’t asking for too much, that she wouldn’t be uncomfortable with the way they were seated over her beautiful form. “Please, please touch me,” they whined softly, loving how she took control of the situation, and hoped she wouldn’t mind what she found inside their panties, knowing it didn’t quite fit the costume. The thong was sheer, giving away what they hid already, but they wanted the feel of her fingers over his minute bulge. “I want to feel your fingertips,” they whispered against her ear, fighting to stay in control but they give in so easily to her touch.

The butterfly nodded their head, unable to form words in that moment, but they didn’t mind giving over to their usual self. “Love it,” they finally managed between the string of whines and moans. They loved the control from the other and how he pressed their precious body into the wall, for the first time not caring how their costume might crumple. “They’re watching, some are touching,” they gasped, eyes on a couple getting frisky and they moaned even louder, wanting their attention on how they were getting fucked. “Oh goodness, you’re so big inside me, stretching me so- so much,” they tried to steady their words, but every thrust shook their entire body, causing them to close their eyes again. “Touch me... m-my clit, my tits,” they dared to say, hoping it wouldn’t repulse the other to hear such things. “Make me cum,” they moaned, crying out at a perfectly aimed thrust, legs tightening around his waist, back arched completely as they felt into the role of the innocent butterfly.

The butterfly knew this wasn’t their usual way, but the night had brought it on, and they found it easier to slip into their persona of a strong, beautiful butterfly. They smiled at her warm tone, dipping their face against her throat, lips brushing her beautiful skin and then grew stronger in their actions, slipped their tongue to taste her skin. “Touch me more,” they whispered, though now it was more a please than an order, voice softening with the desire to at least get a true taste of her.

They blushed with the acknowledgement that she’d noticed where their attention had been. The butterfly stood up turned to face her, and then felt bold as they climbed into her lap, sitting close. “Definitely the beard,” they whispered, biting down into their lip as they watched her. “Do you not want me to stare?” they asked with a tilt of their head. They knew pictures would start soon and felt giddy with it as they leaned forward, kissing her neck softly around the beard. “Hm, I’m a happy elf,” they said playfully, knowing the hat was nearly falling off them now.

They moaned louder at the first real fuck inside their body, eyes closing with the sensation. Their neck was stretched with how they leaned back against the wall, opening their eyes once more to stared at the strong male before their gaze. “Louder?” they questioned, a playful tone in their voice and they readily complied, begging for the minotaur to take their body fully and fuck them hard, as they enjoyed it so much to be taken advantage of. “My pussy has been aching to be used,” they teased, flexing their ass to tighten around the thick cock inside them. They shifted their hips to almost thrust against them but could barely do it with how their strong hands held their body. They liked the innocence they could display and leaned into their ear, gasping at the new angle with the movements of their body. “Never felt something so good inside me,” they said teasingly, tugging at his earlobe as the butterfly began to moan nice and loud, teasing in their own way.

The butterfly was thoroughly entrapped by the bride, and the way she continued to touch their body. “Yes, I do,” they admitted, cheeks filling with warmth, slightly embarrassed, but not enough that they didn’t lift her skirt too. They couldn’t help but wonder what she had hidden there, knowing full well she’d be able to feel their own tiny thong in a short amount of time. There was a bench nearby and they led her there, urging her to sit before they lowered so they could sit in her lap, legs spread over her thighs. “How should I touch you?” they asked curiously, eyes wide as they stared up at her.

The butterfly grinned at the other’s response, loving how he was playing into his costume. “How would you like to live tonight?” the butterfly asked boldly, gasping softly as they were pulled into the other’s lap. They didn’t mind the pull in the least, scooting forward to settle perfectly in place. Their ruffled skirt shifted with them and they smiled warmly at the other. They lifted a hand, fingertip tapping against their own lips, smirking as they stared at him. “I think this is different than I expected,” they giggled softly, aware others might want to watch the film, but they were focused solely on the one before them.

The butterfly released a noise that was almost a sound of laughter, but was breathless with the intense desire to be even closer to the other. They held their breath as they were filled, so warm and tight with how big the other was, and they couldn’t help but love the pressure, slightly uncomfortable at first, but they quickly released a breath to calm their body. A long, drawn out moan escaped their lips when he was fully and completely inside their smaller body. Their body was on fire with how good it all felt, their gaze shifting to see the others watching and they arched their back, moaning again with the knowledge others might be getting turned on at the sight of the whimpering and needy butterfly. “So good,” they gasped, returning their focus on the one holding him so tightly. “Move, move,” soft pleads escaped, “Fuck me, Sir.”

The butterfly giggled and nodded, paying attention to the camera now and not only the beautiful woman, her beauty evident even through the costume. They grinned at the sweet, alluring kiss, pleased with it all. “Yes, funny faces are good,” they said, almost too focused on how her hand rested on their thigh. They wiggled their face in an amused expression, eyes glancing towards her to see what face she was making, forgetting the camera yet again.

The butterfly knew they were easy to read and somehow loved that the bride was toying with them already, even though they’d technically just met. They leaned in close to her side when she pulled them in, not fighting the contact at all. “I better,” they laughed softly, staring up through their done lashes, smiling warmly. When the bride grew even more bold, tickling their warm skin, they released a breathless gasp, lips parted with a sudden desire for more. They tried to keep their control, but knew their face would be easy to read. “Should I touch you too?” they asked hopefully, still staring through the darkness of the maze.

The butterfly felt warm and safe with the monster, gasping as they felt his wonderful fingers touching them just right right. They nodded their head eagerly at the question, moaning louder just for the other to hear, their lips against his ear. “Please, I’m soaking wet for you, aching for you to be inside me, Minotaur, please,” they spoke quickly, feeling they were barely able to get the words out with how aroused they were, desire encompassing them completely. The scene must’ve been obscene with how their skirt was over their stomach, revealing everything to anyone watching, their hard little nub and aching entrance. “Please, get inside me. Now,” they demanded, their head falling back against the wall and hips thrusting with the desire to be filled.