The prompt seemed somewhat vague to me, but I hope this makes the OP happy. I'm pretty glad with how it turned out. Also, Skjor is one sexy old mother fucker.
It was hard to sneak around in the dark. Especially when somebody was being very distracting, particularly in the in between the thighs region.
Hanna whimpered softly, her hips thrusting forward convulsively, as Skjor gave a particularly fierce grind of his palm against her bundle of nerves. His chest, hard and flat and oh so muscular pressed against her back, his weight forcing her to lean forward. She grabbed the ktichen table, holding herself up with her ass pressing against him, she could feel his hard shaft sliding against her though their clothes.
“I’d suggest you keep the noise down, sweetheart,” the ancient warriors said in a voice like a throat full of rocks “hate to have your kid see you like this.”
Hanna reached back and grabbed the man by his crotch, feeling the stiff meat through his cloths. She squeezed it, hard enough to just be on the edge of pleasure and discomfort. The moan it tore out of him, primal and harsh, was absolutely delicious.
He bit down on her neck, hard. It was a warning against a repeat offense. The hand slipping under the waistband of her wool trousers was a thank you for the first time.
Callused hands, skillful and efficient, scraped her skin searching out her throbbing heat. They discovered it and, with a moan from her parted lips, slid inside. Skjor flexed his knuckles, his fingers curling inside her and pushing on the walls, making her cry out softly. He slid the digit in and out of her, soft moans finally turning into a mantra of un-intelligible words. He drove her relentlessly forward, towards an orgasm.
With a cry, she came. Her juices leaked out around his finger which was buried deep inside her, they ran down the back of his palm until they stained her pants. She writhed and bucked under him, lost to the madness of pleasure.
As her orgasm ended, Skjor slid his finger out of her. She whimpered slightly at the friction, too weak to protest. He hooked his thumbs over the hem of her pants and tugged them down over the curve of her ass, which he paused to look at with his good eye. It had sagged slightly with age and childrearing, but, like wine, time had improved it. He didn’t stop to admire it for too long though and pulled her pants down to her mid thighs.
Hanna looked back, a small smirk on her face. “To eager for the bedroom, tonight?”
Skjor worked his pants down far enough to let his thick shaft pop out. It wasn’t particularly special, average length and width, but he had never had any complaints. He held it in one hand as casually as he would have a sword “If I’m gonna have the main course,” he mumbled, pressing the bulbous head against her slit “it might as well be in the kitchen.” He thrusted his hips forward, groaning as he slid into her. She wasn’t as tight as some of the women he had fucked in the past, not by a long shot. But with age came experience and her walls seemed to suck him in, almost like they were begging to be filled, something she would never do.
She moaned as he slid into her, eyes closing with pleasure. She rocked back into him slowly, the friction making both of their head spins. He started to thrust, long languid strokes at first, watching himself get swallowed by her wet lower lips only to slide slowly back out again. Soon though, the pleasure became too great and his thrusts began to pick up speed. She responded to the change of pace with noticeable pleasure, bouncing back and forth on him, her ass slapping against his hips. The house was filled with the sound of flesh hitting flesh and the soft, high-pitched moans she rewarded every thrust with.
With a feral groan, Skjor pushed himself into her, his head pressing against her cervix, and came. He spilled gallons of seed inside her. Hanna moaned and shivered as he sprayed rope after rope of his hot, sticky semen all over womb. Her muscles squeezed and tightened on his shaft, milking every drop out of him. The white juice spilled out of her and ran down her thighs.
The Main Course 1/2
It was hard to sneak around in the dark. Especially when somebody was being very distracting, particularly in the in between the thighs region.
Hanna whimpered softly, her hips thrusting forward convulsively, as Skjor gave a particularly fierce grind of his palm against her bundle of nerves. His chest, hard and flat and oh so muscular pressed against her back, his weight forcing her to lean forward. She grabbed the ktichen table, holding herself up with her ass pressing against him, she could feel his hard shaft sliding against her though their clothes.
“I’d suggest you keep the noise down, sweetheart,” the ancient warriors said in a voice like a throat full of rocks “hate to have your kid see you like this.”
Hanna reached back and grabbed the man by his crotch, feeling the stiff meat through his cloths. She squeezed it, hard enough to just be on the edge of pleasure and discomfort. The moan it tore out of him, primal and harsh, was absolutely delicious.
He bit down on her neck, hard. It was a warning against a repeat offense. The hand slipping under the waistband of her wool trousers was a thank you for the first time.
Callused hands, skillful and efficient, scraped her skin searching out her throbbing heat. They discovered it and, with a moan from her parted lips, slid inside. Skjor flexed his knuckles, his fingers curling inside her and pushing on the walls, making her cry out softly. He slid the digit in and out of her, soft moans finally turning into a mantra of un-intelligible words. He drove her relentlessly forward, towards an orgasm.
With a cry, she came. Her juices leaked out around his finger which was buried deep inside her, they ran down the back of his palm until they stained her pants. She writhed and bucked under him, lost to the madness of pleasure.
As her orgasm ended, Skjor slid his finger out of her. She whimpered slightly at the friction, too weak to protest. He hooked his thumbs over the hem of her pants and tugged them down over the curve of her ass, which he paused to look at with his good eye. It had sagged slightly with age and childrearing, but, like wine, time had improved it. He didn’t stop to admire it for too long though and pulled her pants down to her mid thighs.
Hanna looked back, a small smirk on her face. “To eager for the bedroom, tonight?”
Skjor worked his pants down far enough to let his thick shaft pop out. It wasn’t particularly special, average length and width, but he had never had any complaints. He held it in one hand as casually as he would have a sword “If I’m gonna have the main course,” he mumbled, pressing the bulbous head against her slit “it might as well be in the kitchen.” He thrusted his hips forward, groaning as he slid into her. She wasn’t as tight as some of the women he had fucked in the past, not by a long shot. But with age came experience and her walls seemed to suck him in, almost like they were begging to be filled, something she would never do.
She moaned as he slid into her, eyes closing with pleasure. She rocked back into him slowly, the friction making both of their head spins. He started to thrust, long languid strokes at first, watching himself get swallowed by her wet lower lips only to slide slowly back out again. Soon though, the pleasure became too great and his thrusts began to pick up speed. She responded to the change of pace with noticeable pleasure, bouncing back and forth on him, her ass slapping against his hips. The house was filled with the sound of flesh hitting flesh and the soft, high-pitched moans she rewarded every thrust with.
With a feral groan, Skjor pushed himself into her, his head pressing against her cervix, and came. He spilled gallons of seed inside her. Hanna moaned and shivered as he sprayed rope after rope of his hot, sticky semen all over womb. Her muscles squeezed and tightened on his shaft, milking every drop out of him. The white juice spilled out of her and ran down her thighs.