Eat Me Up!

       Inside a tree. 

      "Oh well, there. Look who we have here. The king of Havila spending his last day in the tree."

    She said and closed in the space between the two of them. She was all over him at that moment. 

    Then at once, she hugged him tightly. Like a bone crushing hug. Such hug he'd never received in his entire life. 

    The consequence of such hug was the fact that, those two bounty boobs were pressed tightly on his chest and her nipples were about to slit his chest. 

    He tried to put one of his legs on the bed like the lady so he could assume the right position. 

    He did. He held her tighter than she held him. He was dragging her closer. He wanted his cock to fight its way into her pussy. 

    But he couldn't achieve that. She felt warm under his touch. Her scent was glorious and the urge of wanting to devour her set him ablaze. 

    He couldn't think straightly anymore. He tried to but twasn't successful. He was trying to sort his thoughts on what next action he would carry out but how dummy he was. 

    He felt like he was under a spell. A spell stronger than his will. And the more he fought it the weaker he was. 

   And by the way, which mortal had ever won the rage of a spell ever? Not of that which he knew. 

    They've been hugging since forever. He didn't want her to go. There was a connection, a chemistry he had never felt which coursed through his spines. 

    He couldn't help the urge. He wished he could find his way around it but how helpless he was. 

   He couldn't feel the tenderness of her palms on his back, he was clothed. But he'd once experienced their exhilaration and rage. 

    Time was compelling and none of them was fighting. He didn't want her to say a thing but felt at that moment that she was sorting to toss some words. 

     "And the queen of Havila."

     At the complement, he pushed her on the bed and began to plough her lips. 

   She didn't fight it. She seemed to love it. And by the way, she probably was testing his will. 

    Her lips were tender and wild. He was ploughing them. They tasted like the mixture of honey and garlic. At a point, peppery, at another sweet. 

   He felt that his pleasure would be inflected by pile but of course he'd dealt with such feelings times weary of counting numbers. 

   He tossed his tongue in and she was generous too. He did a very long hold on her mouth and let it go at once. 

   She held unto his head and pulled it down. She met his mouth with hers that time. She wasn't satisfied. 

    One thing to be glad about was the fact that he wasn't the only one who wanted it. He had succeeded in his tour. He had made her hungry for him. He had made crave him. 

   What feeling was better than that? Even if that wasn't the best feeling he had ever made his mental ken house. 

     That time, she fiddled with his lips skillfully, sucking and dragging his passion and pleasure. She was absorbing him and he felt her warm skin sending a signal to his whole. 

    She had a better way of doing it. A better way than he had ever envisaged. 

     Occasionally, she would let him drag in a loop of air. Then at once, she'd dragged out the air again. She'd keep to that trend for a while and made him miserable. 

   He didn't for once feel a sense of doing any other thing. He only wanted to lie there and let her teach him how to work the lips.  

    He was her loyal student. She could make anything of him. And who knew, he could let her be for a while. The mood would swing. 

    She fought her mouth free finally, chuckling into his mouth. 

   Then she spread her hands on the large sheet of the bed. 

     Everything they shared in excess wasn't never wierd. There was a trick to it that he hadn't laid his hands on yet. 

     As he moved on her, he tried to put his cock in her pussy. He did. Without using his hands. How skilful he was. 

   As soon as he did that, he began to move over her. 

    Twasnt the best feeling ever but trying something new out wouldn't hurt no one. 

    He was lying on her, both of their hands were spread, his palms were in her palms, he could feel the weight of her boobs on his chest, her hard nipples were tormenting him, and his cock in her pussy. 

      He started rocking his body on her, the missionary having the pilgrimage. His sense of judgement had been smothered. He wished he would never leave that mood cum moment. 

       "Say you would never leave me."

     He said banging her. His elevated backside sliding in and out of her. By a wonder, he no longer had his robe on. Her magic had had its way again. 

    She was moaning and quaking beneath him. She tried to fight the words out,

      "It'll o-only be f-for a while."

      Then at once she raised her back a little bit, her arms wounded around him. She pushed him away from her. He fell on the bed beside her. 

      She climbed on him and chuckled,

      "Swear to me that nobody will touch this cock which belongs to only me till I return."

    She held his cock and began to run her palm fisted around it up and down. The base of her palm brushing the balls as she went down the shaft. He could feel the juice wailing to come out. He couldn't think but speak,

      "Ohhh... Y-yes you're the king."

     She went again on the cock for the last time and let it go. She chuckled at his response. 

      "Now be my slave."

    She hit the cock and knelt over him, her thighs over his waist. His legs between her thighs. 

      "Willingly."

   Ja muttered knowing how crazy Lailah could be. He couldn't risk losing her to a change of mind at such delicate moment. 

     She sat on his boner, her pussy melting under the touch. He felt the current burning through his spine. 

    She didn't even let him savor the moment. She began to ride him. Like they were playing Polo for a medal.