welcome in .

he has you sprawled out on his bed, his mouth moving down your skin to lick and suck at your perked nipples. down, down, down. rough hands hike your thighs open where he groans at the sight of slick folds.

enjin . . . who devours you. he's drunk, frenzied. tongue working messily between your legs while his eyes roll back in his head.

its honestly absurd how loud he is down there, slurping and groaning like this is the last meal he'll ever have.

when your trembling thighs try to snap shut around his head, those hands are pushing them apart and pinning them down. his eyes will slowly flutter open and gaze up at your crumpled face, his lips latched onto your clit.

enjin . . . whos long fingers prod at your hole right as you were about to cum just from his tongue.

his tongue flattens out and laps quickly over your clit, drawing out those high mewls and tremors. but then his fingers sink in, two of them.

your orgasm rattles out of you as his fingers rub and press against your sweet spot, making your mind go to mush.

and he doesnt stop.

with a groan, he licks up the slick that drips out while his fingers curl and pump. your thighs are jolting, heels trying to push him away on his shoulder. but just one beefy arm across your pelvis, his elbow on one thigh with his free hand gripping the other, and you're stuck there.

enjin . . . who pulls at least two more orgasms from you before he's drunkenly staggering to his knees, haphazardly tossing his clothes aside.

his strong, tattooed body sits perfectly between your trembling thighs, your wide eyes traveling over his inked skin down to his girth.

holy shit.

he can see the nerves in your sweet eyes, leaning down over you to kiss your mouth while murmuring soft nothings.

"you can take it... lemme take care of ya.."

enjin . . . who cant help the low "fuck," that slips out of his mouth in a hot exhale when he presses the first few inches into your velvet walls.

he stops each time you whimper, letting you stretch around him while he kisses your lips and neck. his fingers slip down to rub at your puffy clit, distracting you from the burn.

when he bottoms out, he's panting.

enjin . . . who starts slow. long, languid rolls of his hips to get you acustomed to his size. but he can feel his self-control fraying.

at the first whine of pleasure, the first grasp of your hands on his shoulders, he groans. his hips push against your's a bit firmer, hitching your breath.

and that pace only builds and builds until he's jackhammering away into your tightness.

low moans and curses slip from his lips and he gets absolutely lost in you, his thoughts long gone.

"takin it so good.. fuck, fuckk.."

its not long before your toes are curling and your insides are clamping down, that high burning through your blood.

enjin . . . who makes you cum first.

and then absolutely fills you.

"there ya go.. f-fuck-!"

his voice breaks between moans and pants, his forehead pressing against your neck while his warmth spurts into you.

"fuck.. taste so good," he murmurs from his spot between your thighs, his tongue kitten licking across your slit as he gets a taste of your juices.

he has you spread open on his bed while he has the house to himself, Olric gone off to the inn with the others. now he's able to savor and lose himself in your taste without worry.

his head dips down, those maroon locks so soft between your fingers. little jolts of pleasure start to zip through you as he licks against your clit, giving it some much needed attention after your busy work week.

his tongue flattens and laps deeply from the bottom of your slit, dipping into your enterance, and up to circle your clit. again, and again, and again. its like he gets lost in a trance, his own heavy breaths and barely audible groans low in his throat.

"love this pussy.." he murmurs, his eyes fluttered shut as he laps and laps at your clit.

he lets out another low groan when your fingers tighten in his hair. spurred on by the slight sting and your pretty moans, he sucks lightly on your clit, flicking his tongue over it.

he doesnt notice that you've cum until your swatting him away, and its only then does he realize he had been lapping eagerly at you through your orgasm and had made a mess of his chin.

but he doesnt care. he give a muffled huff before hes prying your thighs apart again, nudging his tongue at your messy slit.

"mh.. you can give me another one, can't you?" he asks, eyes opening to look up at you with that faint drunk glimmer in them. "just one more?"

you bite your lip, letting him lap slowly at you. your eyes are locked, yours taking in his current state while he just gazes up at you as if in devotion. his tongue is slow at first, but it doesnt take long for him to get back into that trance of lapping at you, deep and eager.

"fu-uck.. so fuckin wet.." he groans, his hips lightly shifting against his mattress while he presses his tongue against your slit to lap up as much of your juice as possible. "this all for me..?"

you can only whine and nod in response, fingers buried in his hair.

his strong hands lock on your hips, holding you flush to his face while he gets lost, heavily panting while he makes out with your cunt.

"so perfect.. so fuckin perfect.." he moans, suckling on your sensitive clit once again.

it earns him another orgasm from you, which he eagerly lowers his head to lap up.

his eyes are dazed by now as he looks up at you, slowly licking you despite your squirms.