[She doesn't hide the way she stares - for once not just to boost her client's confidence but by and large the most common person to come through their brothel are humans and half-elves. She's quite certain if it's not the biggest dick she's seen than it's certainly the most interesting. With ridges that makes her feel a tingle of excitement up her neck. Suddenly grateful that he's such a gentleman.
Although the way he's tugging her forward and slipping his fingers between her legs is just the right amount of ungentlemanly behavior. Climbing up on her knees and making herself comfortable high on his hip bones, where his cock can rest cozy up the curve of her ass. But a hand on his wrist stops the exploration of his fingers, not because she doesn't want to feel him there, because she certainly does, but,]
At least let me seduce you a little more first. [Teasing, she instead leads his hands up her body to cup her breasts, large enough to give even him more than a good handful. Truth be told she just really wanted him to fondle her like this.] I controlled myself so patiently all night.
[ His hand is guided higher and he almost automatically cups her breasts, thumbs passing over her nipples as he quirks an amused brow. ]
I'll pretend not to already be seduced, then.
[ He sits up against the pillows so he can lean in and nuzzle the curve of her neck, one large hand running around her back to support her as he gently kneads the soft mound in his other palm. Fjord's lips and tusks skim down Aphrodite's shoulder, planting pecking kisses as they go. ]
Oh, no, [ with faux, unenthused distress, he smiles, ] I really want to leave. Convince me to stay.
[She hums, happy and pleased with how he feels touching her, both his hands and his mouth, and she can feel his warmth from how he's sitting up closer to her.
Giggling at his tease, she cups her hand around the back of his neck to keep him where she wants and tips her head to nuzzle against his. She catches his pointed ear between her lips, and lets out a moan that serves as sneak peak of what he has to look forward to.
In a low voice,] As if I'd let you leave. [She rolls her hips, letting his cock rub against her ass. Her free hand tugs the straps of her chemise the rest of the way down her shoulders, letting the sheer fabric fall to her hips.] I told you that I always get what I want.
[ He feels the way she moves against him, soft-hot and heavy, and his arm loops around her to keep her right there on his lap as he works on her neck. A lovebite is definitely on the cards with his tusks but he assumes she knew that and won't mind, not when he matches up the slow rock of his hips with the prick of teeth over her pulse.
The way he slips his hand around her falling chemise to feel her, skin on skin and how she's warmer in his palm, that's blissful. ]
[She's choosy with who she lets mark her, and she doesn't mind at all the sting of tusks biting into her skin, delight prickling over her skin. Even tilting her head to the side, drawing her long hair to the side so he can have his feast of skin.]
It is. [Her name sounds good in his voice, deep and gravelly. The ache between her legs needs some relief and she sits up tall on her knees, using a hand to guide his cock to rub it's thick head against her. Not nearly ready to take him yet, but she sighs with relief, even as she continues.] I've been thinking of a title. Something enticing that men can remember long after they've gone.
[ The feel of him in her hand, rubbing against her a moment later, short-circuits something in the back of his head and he moans against her neck, panting for a moment as his hips buck up. He apologies breathlessly, smiling. ]
Sorry, sorry. Ah, some kind of goddess, perhaps? Seems apt.
[ His voice grows croakier as he talks, swallowing with a nuzzle up to her ear. ]
[The buck of his hips makes his cock rub between her lips, jutting up against her clit and she makes a soft noise, rubbing against him. Gods but those half-orcish ridges are delicious to play with, aren't they?]
A goddess? I like it. [She laughs, half distracted by how nice he feels between her legs, his mouth on her neck up to her ear makes a shiver go down her spine. She tilts her head, bidding he pay special attention to those nice, sensitive ears.]
A goddess of orgasms? [Another laugh,] Of handsome, half-orc men?
[ His dick wants to be inside her so badly that precome slicks along her clit where the crown rubs, thick and hot. Fjord pants against her neck, nibbling his way up to a pointed ear where he teases the tip with a delicate lick, tusks tugging on the lobe. ]
Of beauty.
[ He loves the way her thighs feel straddling his hips, reaching down from her breasts to palm her legs and squeeze handfuls of her ass. Every part of her is full and hot and smooth, lovely like a wet dream, one he wants more than anything to bury himself in. The fact her hand can't fit around his cock is a nice little detail that makes him even more eager to know how tight she is.
A little light-headed with lust, Fjord plants a smiling, affectionate kiss to her cheek. ]
Let me fuck you, sweetheart, I won't let it hurt. I'll make you love it.
[She teases and catches him by the face to pull him into a proper kiss before he can pull away. Tongue slipping between his lips and between tusks, sweet and curious like she doesn't usually get with her clients. He's clever and sweet and she thinks, suddenly, that it's a shame he's only passing through town.
Her teeth catch his lip and she draws away with a teasing tug before she moves to switch places, her hair pillowing under her as she eagerly coaxes him on top of her. Typically she likes to be on top and surely she'll be there again before the night is over, but the thought of her legs hiked up around him while that thick cock fits inside of her is too delicious to pass up.]
Is that why you were shy. Were you worried about hurting me?
[ Reason enough to make a man reticent in the bedroom, but Aphrodite helps bring Fjord out of himself, pretty and playful yet with a sensible confidence that is reassuring and makes him want to trust her. He rolls on top and holds eye-contact with a warm smile as he guides her legs up, one by one, to hook around his middle. That gesture feels more intimate than the frottage did, somehow. ]
I don't want to hurry with you.
[ Kissing her takes his mind away from the moment and puts his body on autopilot to sink closer, lining up the head of his cock with her deliciously slippery cunt, rubbing back and forth before he starts pressing in, in, in, gentle but unrelenting pressure to get the crown sheathed. ]
[By far it's not the first time she's taken a stranger to bed, but never with the quiet intensity that followed them here. Her stomach twisted into tight, excited knots when he positioned her legs around him, his broad shoulders and body dwarfing hers in nearly every way, making her feel small and feminine and adored. He would take care of her, she knew that when she looked into his eyes - she never noticed how beautiful they were. Intense and soft and full of promise.
She knew from the first look at him that he'd be a tight fit but when he switches from rubbing to pressing in, she feels the breath empty from her chest. He's thick even at the head and she can feel heat creeping up her neck, making her feel lightheaded with lust when she feels tight muscles stretch. A glance between them nearly makes her lightheaded when she sees that he's only just started and she lets out a laugh that titters out of her breathlessly.]
Ah. Gods. [Head back on the pillow and she finds eye contact with him again. Fingers sooth over the short hair at the nape of his neck, reassuring.] It's good, darling. Fjord. You feel so good. Ah- [Her breath catches at the first ridge and she tenses up around him, fingers tighten in his hair to signal him to slow.]
[ A gasp tangles around a throaty growl as he feels her, wet and molten around his dick. He can't press any deeper after a moment as he obeys the fingers in his hair by stilling, bending down to work on that soft spot in the curve of her neck again. He lavishes her there with kisses, a lovebite sucking on a tendon, and slides a hand between them to rub firmly over her swollen clit with a middle finger, encouraging her to relax.
His breath paints hotly behind her ear, sweat beading down his neck and back. Praise rumbles against her pulse. ]
You're the only woman in this place who can take me, I know it. You're so good for me, princess, so wet ... I'm going to need you to really start dripping for me, honey.
[He's all over her, her whole body hot from how he touched her, her pulse throbbing under the swell of the lovebite that he left at her neck, down to between her legs where she was stretched around him, but it's that growl that burns all the way through her, from where they're connected and making gooseflesh run down her arms.]
Move... your hips, [Legs curl around him and she rocks her hips with his, making him stroke inside of her in shallow motions, spreading her slick and inching deeper inside as she pushes a breath from her lungs. A possessive rush at the thought of anyone else being where she is right now, legs wrapped around him, listening to his voice.] Don't think of anyone else- anyone else but me wrapped around your cock. Your goddess.
[Her words are stuttered, and she presses her lips against his shoulder, an open mouthed kiss turning to a bite that muffles a shuddered moan as the swirl of his middle finger makes her muscles flutter around him, taking him up to the next ridge. She licks her lips, tasting the sweat from his skin with how close she is, legs squeezing tight around him to keep him from withdrawing at all,] Keep going.
[ His smile is incredulous; as if anyone else could be going through his mind with her sinking down on his cock with the grip of a damn fist. She's getting wetter and that's good, she'll need to. Fjord scoops up her hair and ducks his head to kiss her while the last inch of him slides home, the heat of her sex firmly on his lap at last. ]
You're the only one, darling ...
[ His lips skim hers, tusks plucking playfully as he smiles. The glide of her hair is silky through his fingers, soft just like every part of her ... the contrast they make is a strong one, and he likes that too. ]
[It feels like he's going to fill her up straight to her lungs, and it's not just the length but the girth that has her breathing through it, focusing on the feel of his hands and his mouth on her until the weight of his hips meets the spread of her thighs, his balls heavy against her and she lets her head fall back against the pillow, eyes closed as she adjusts to the stretch of him inside of her.]
Gods, Fjord. [The next sound is a laugh, and she looks up, meeting his eyes with a mix of heat and affection.] You have me trembling like a virgin taking her first man.
[That can't do. She has pride as a prostitute. Legs wrap around trim hips and she pulls just that much further to make him stir inside, as if there was any deeper he could go. Ducking her head, she kisses him - the dull ache starting to blossom into a fullness that she's never felt with any of her other lovers.] Beautiful. [She murmurs, fingers stroke his cheeks, brushing hair back from his face.]
[ Oooh, she's incredible. Fjord is no virgin but he hasn't been with anyone as pretty, soft, and encouraging as Aphrodite. It's a drug straight into his ego, a direct line of confidence as she wraps her legs around him and drags him in for a grind, spine-meltingly hot and so wet around his cock that he thinks he falls a little in love with her then and there. He wouldn't be surprised if other men have, she's a treat for anyone with a dick. She makes him stupid. ]
Fuck, you feel so good.
[ He could enjoy the way she looks from up on his knees but instead he follows his instincts and wraps an arm around her waist to take her weight and ensure she's all his, holding her up against him as he starts to fuck her slowly, hips rolling to draw out to the tip and force those pink walls to take him all over again, the tight pussy sucking him in as hot as the sun on the coast and, damn, he's always loved being warm over cold.
The tickle of her fingers over his beard and through his hair have him growling throatily.
He kisses her deeply, falling into a steady rhythm to get her used to being with him. If Fjord is tender with her he can't help it, Aphrodite draws out all his protective urges, something about her curves pressed against him and her sweet floral scent under that of her arousal. It's maddening. ]
[It's a joke but there's a breathless quality to her voice that suggests maybe not. Dealing in sex as a trade, she's well familiar with letting a man take his pleasure from her – from the young men who groped her breasts and spilled their seed between her thighs too early, to the brutish who liked the pretty noises she made while they rutted themselves to exhaustion. Possessive lovers, confident lovers. Each one ended with her silent exit from their sleeping forms and her own bed, to wash up and find some peace before the next one.
But it's different like this. With him. She's never had a man hold her like she was something precious, so soft and yet solid. Invading all of her senses like she belonged to him. The stroke of his cock inside of her pushing the breath right out of her all over again with the second stroke, those pretty ridges pushing back inside and sending a tremor up her spine that makes her legs shake. He was going to ruin her. Not because of the size of him (though future patrons would have to suffer the pain of comparison) but because there was no feign in her moans as he fucked her slow. He branded her with the way he held her close and she wrapped her arms around his neck, holding – no, clinging to him like she might be able to leave her mark on him just the same.
She'd heard about whores that fell in love with a patron. She understood now.
Kissing him back, she starts a slow thrust of her tongue into his mouth, smiling around it when she matches his pace,] I love that noise. [Fingers go through his hair, then tug lightly, wanting to get another growl out of him.]
[ She curls around him and she smells like sex incarnate, sweet and salty, invading his senses. When she murmurs about liking his growl he inhales and lets another rattle around like gravel in his chest as he presses her down, running through him from chest to dick so she can ride the vibrations. She's so tight and wet, it has him feeling like he might kill anyone who interrupts them since there is nothing more important than filling her with his come.
The vibrations of a growl cease when he kisses her, rocking into the cradle of her hips. She's beautiful, just the sight of her has his dick twitching. ]
I want to take you the orc way, Aphrodite. I want to breed you.
[ Gods, her cunt is molten hot, she has his lip curling. ]
Please tell me you have potions to stop that happening if I come inside you because I need to, baby.
[While she's grown accustomed to his size, the ridges of his cock makes certain she feels every inch of him. From his scent to his sound to the rhythmic motion of her bed rutting against the wall, he owns her entirely. To hear that he wants to breed her nearly has her undone, her body clenches tight around him which only serves to ruin her farther and there's a shudder that rolls down her body, her breath stutters around the crest of an orgasm.]
Gods. [The sound punches out of her. Typically the idea of being impregnated by a client is sobering, and of course she takes precautions with every client, but the way he says it. She knows he can feel how much it turns her on; his cock is dripping with her juices, she can feel it too.
To his question though, she nods so that there's no confusion, but her voice is hoarse with need when she murmurs against his lips,]
Is that what you need, darling? To fuck me until my belly swells with your seed?
[ The noise that leaves him when she seizes up, so sensitive that he can feel it around his cock, has him steeling his limbs so he doesn't shiver too badly. Her lips are soft as they ghost under his and he smiles, flushed with the exertion of holding back his eagerness and steadily making love to her, slow and deep. It feels altogether far more intimate than any other women he has been with, rocking his hips as they hold a lustful gaze. He thought she was beautiful before; it doesn't compare to the sight of her as she takes him.
His dick twitches when she teases him as if to answer and he drives in, pinning her to the bed as he gathers her up in his arms, kissing down her neck. Fjord's instincts tell him to take her and make Aphrodite his own, only his, but also to cherish her. ]
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Although the way he's tugging her forward and slipping his fingers between her legs is just the right amount of ungentlemanly behavior. Climbing up on her knees and making herself comfortable high on his hip bones, where his cock can rest cozy up the curve of her ass. But a hand on his wrist stops the exploration of his fingers, not because she doesn't want to feel him there, because she certainly does, but,]
At least let me seduce you a little more first. [Teasing, she instead leads his hands up her body to cup her breasts, large enough to give even him more than a good handful. Truth be told she just really wanted him to fondle her like this.] I controlled myself so patiently all night.
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I'll pretend not to already be seduced, then.
[ He sits up against the pillows so he can lean in and nuzzle the curve of her neck, one large hand running around her back to support her as he gently kneads the soft mound in his other palm. Fjord's lips and tusks skim down Aphrodite's shoulder, planting pecking kisses as they go. ]
Oh, no, [ with faux, unenthused distress, he smiles, ] I really want to leave. Convince me to stay.
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[She hums, happy and pleased with how he feels touching her, both his hands and his mouth, and she can feel his warmth from how he's sitting up closer to her.
Giggling at his tease, she cups her hand around the back of his neck to keep him where she wants and tips her head to nuzzle against his. She catches his pointed ear between her lips, and lets out a moan that serves as sneak peak of what he has to look forward to.
In a low voice,] As if I'd let you leave. [She rolls her hips, letting his cock rub against her ass. Her free hand tugs the straps of her chemise the rest of the way down her shoulders, letting the sheer fabric fall to her hips.] I told you that I always get what I want.
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[ He feels the way she moves against him, soft-hot and heavy, and his arm loops around her to keep her right there on his lap as he works on her neck. A lovebite is definitely on the cards with his tusks but he assumes she knew that and won't mind, not when he matches up the slow rock of his hips with the prick of teeth over her pulse.
The way he slips his hand around her falling chemise to feel her, skin on skin and how she's warmer in his palm, that's blissful. ]
Aphrodite, wasn't it? That's a pretty name.
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It is. [Her name sounds good in his voice, deep and gravelly. The ache between her legs needs some relief and she sits up tall on her knees, using a hand to guide his cock to rub it's thick head against her. Not nearly ready to take him yet, but she sighs with relief, even as she continues.] I've been thinking of a title. Something enticing that men can remember long after they've gone.
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[ The feel of him in her hand, rubbing against her a moment later, short-circuits something in the back of his head and he moans against her neck, panting for a moment as his hips buck up. He apologies breathlessly, smiling. ]
Sorry, sorry. Ah, some kind of goddess, perhaps? Seems apt.
[ His voice grows croakier as he talks, swallowing with a nuzzle up to her ear. ]
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A goddess? I like it. [She laughs, half distracted by how nice he feels between her legs, his mouth on her neck up to her ear makes a shiver go down her spine. She tilts her head, bidding he pay special attention to those nice, sensitive ears.]
A goddess of orgasms? [Another laugh,] Of handsome, half-orc men?
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Of beauty.
[ He loves the way her thighs feel straddling his hips, reaching down from her breasts to palm her legs and squeeze handfuls of her ass. Every part of her is full and hot and smooth, lovely like a wet dream, one he wants more than anything to bury himself in. The fact her hand can't fit around his cock is a nice little detail that makes him even more eager to know how tight she is.
A little light-headed with lust, Fjord plants a smiling, affectionate kiss to her cheek. ]
Let me fuck you, sweetheart, I won't let it hurt. I'll make you love it.
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[She teases and catches him by the face to pull him into a proper kiss before he can pull away. Tongue slipping between his lips and between tusks, sweet and curious like she doesn't usually get with her clients. He's clever and sweet and she thinks, suddenly, that it's a shame he's only passing through town.
Her teeth catch his lip and she draws away with a teasing tug before she moves to switch places, her hair pillowing under her as she eagerly coaxes him on top of her. Typically she likes to be on top and surely she'll be there again before the night is over, but the thought of her legs hiked up around him while that thick cock fits inside of her is too delicious to pass up.]
Is that why you were shy. Were you worried about hurting me?
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[ Reason enough to make a man reticent in the bedroom, but Aphrodite helps bring Fjord out of himself, pretty and playful yet with a sensible confidence that is reassuring and makes him want to trust her. He rolls on top and holds eye-contact with a warm smile as he guides her legs up, one by one, to hook around his middle. That gesture feels more intimate than the frottage did, somehow. ]
I don't want to hurry with you.
[ Kissing her takes his mind away from the moment and puts his body on autopilot to sink closer, lining up the head of his cock with her deliciously slippery cunt, rubbing back and forth before he starts pressing in, in, in, gentle but unrelenting pressure to get the crown sheathed. ]
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She knew from the first look at him that he'd be a tight fit but when he switches from rubbing to pressing in, she feels the breath empty from her chest. He's thick even at the head and she can feel heat creeping up her neck, making her feel lightheaded with lust when she feels tight muscles stretch. A glance between them nearly makes her lightheaded when she sees that he's only just started and she lets out a laugh that titters out of her breathlessly.]
Ah. Gods. [Head back on the pillow and she finds eye contact with him again. Fingers sooth over the short hair at the nape of his neck, reassuring.] It's good, darling. Fjord. You feel so good. Ah- [Her breath catches at the first ridge and she tenses up around him, fingers tighten in his hair to signal him to slow.]
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[ A gasp tangles around a throaty growl as he feels her, wet and molten around his dick. He can't press any deeper after a moment as he obeys the fingers in his hair by stilling, bending down to work on that soft spot in the curve of her neck again. He lavishes her there with kisses, a lovebite sucking on a tendon, and slides a hand between them to rub firmly over her swollen clit with a middle finger, encouraging her to relax.
His breath paints hotly behind her ear, sweat beading down his neck and back. Praise rumbles against her pulse. ]
You're the only woman in this place who can take me, I know it. You're so good for me, princess, so wet ... I'm going to need you to really start dripping for me, honey.
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Move... your hips, [Legs curl around him and she rocks her hips with his, making him stroke inside of her in shallow motions, spreading her slick and inching deeper inside as she pushes a breath from her lungs. A possessive rush at the thought of anyone else being where she is right now, legs wrapped around him, listening to his voice.] Don't think of anyone else- anyone else but me wrapped around your cock. Your goddess.
[Her words are stuttered, and she presses her lips against his shoulder, an open mouthed kiss turning to a bite that muffles a shuddered moan as the swirl of his middle finger makes her muscles flutter around him, taking him up to the next ridge. She licks her lips, tasting the sweat from his skin with how close she is, legs squeezing tight around him to keep him from withdrawing at all,] Keep going.
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You're the only one, darling ...
[ His lips skim hers, tusks plucking playfully as he smiles. The glide of her hair is silky through his fingers, soft just like every part of her ... the contrast they make is a strong one, and he likes that too. ]
There you go, you've got it. You're perfect.
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Gods, Fjord. [The next sound is a laugh, and she looks up, meeting his eyes with a mix of heat and affection.] You have me trembling like a virgin taking her first man.
[That can't do. She has pride as a prostitute. Legs wrap around trim hips and she pulls just that much further to make him stir inside, as if there was any deeper he could go. Ducking her head, she kisses him - the dull ache starting to blossom into a fullness that she's never felt with any of her other lovers.] Beautiful. [She murmurs, fingers stroke his cheeks, brushing hair back from his face.]
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Fuck, you feel so good.
[ He could enjoy the way she looks from up on his knees but instead he follows his instincts and wraps an arm around her waist to take her weight and ensure she's all his, holding her up against him as he starts to fuck her slowly, hips rolling to draw out to the tip and force those pink walls to take him all over again, the tight pussy sucking him in as hot as the sun on the coast and, damn, he's always loved being warm over cold.
The tickle of her fingers over his beard and through his hair have him growling throatily.
He kisses her deeply, falling into a steady rhythm to get her used to being with him. If Fjord is tender with her he can't help it, Aphrodite draws out all his protective urges, something about her curves pressed against him and her sweet floral scent under that of her arousal. It's maddening. ]
Gods, I could fuck you until dawn ...
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[It's a joke but there's a breathless quality to her voice that suggests maybe not. Dealing in sex as a trade, she's well familiar with letting a man take his pleasure from her – from the young men who groped her breasts and spilled their seed between her thighs too early, to the brutish who liked the pretty noises she made while they rutted themselves to exhaustion. Possessive lovers, confident lovers. Each one ended with her silent exit from their sleeping forms and her own bed, to wash up and find some peace before the next one.
But it's different like this. With him. She's never had a man hold her like she was something precious, so soft and yet solid. Invading all of her senses like she belonged to him. The stroke of his cock inside of her pushing the breath right out of her all over again with the second stroke, those pretty ridges pushing back inside and sending a tremor up her spine that makes her legs shake. He was going to ruin her. Not because of the size of him (though future patrons would have to suffer the pain of comparison) but because there was no feign in her moans as he fucked her slow. He branded her with the way he held her close and she wrapped her arms around his neck, holding – no, clinging to him like she might be able to leave her mark on him just the same.
She'd heard about whores that fell in love with a patron. She understood now.
Kissing him back, she starts a slow thrust of her tongue into his mouth, smiling around it when she matches his pace,] I love that noise. [Fingers go through his hair, then tug lightly, wanting to get another growl out of him.]
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The vibrations of a growl cease when he kisses her, rocking into the cradle of her hips. She's beautiful, just the sight of her has his dick twitching. ]
I want to take you the orc way, Aphrodite. I want to breed you.
[ Gods, her cunt is molten hot, she has his lip curling. ]
Please tell me you have potions to stop that happening if I come inside you because I need to, baby.
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Gods. [The sound punches out of her. Typically the idea of being impregnated by a client is sobering, and of course she takes precautions with every client, but the way he says it. She knows he can feel how much it turns her on; his cock is dripping with her juices, she can feel it too.
To his question though, she nods so that there's no confusion, but her voice is hoarse with need when she murmurs against his lips,]
Is that what you need, darling? To fuck me until my belly swells with your seed?
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His dick twitches when she teases him as if to answer and he drives in, pinning her to the bed as he gathers her up in his arms, kissing down her neck. Fjord's instincts tell him to take her and make Aphrodite his own, only his, but also to cherish her. ]
I'll burn every other man out of you, sweetheart.