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.He watched her expression as a soft vine entered her pussy to stroke her insides.She moaned and whimpered, but when the vine moved deeper, she struggled again.The tree roots stretched her legs wider.And this time, Siegfried used his bare hand on her ass.A switch would not allow him to feel the soft flesh heat beneath the well-deserved rebuke.He wondered if the Garden of Eden had been as pleasurable.There were endless things he could do to her out here.And to think, he’d been disappointed with his powers at first.He stopped her torments for a moment to kneel beside her.Winding his hand in her hair, he lifted her head and kissed her mouth.She returned the gesture with such fervor.He gave her ass another slap, then returned to his pipes.The vine continued to stimulate her dripping folds.“Good, Freya,” he said.“That’s right, take it.”She gave a throaty moan, beyond speech now.He held his pipes with one hand.With the other, he plucked one of the tall pineapple lilies, reaching beneath her to graze the white flowers against her white breasts.Her pierced nipples hardened under the gentle assault.“Don’t come, Freya.I want you to wait for me,” he said.“It’s difficult,” she cried, a sheen of tears in those pretty eyes.She began to snarl, but there were no clouds.He bent to kiss her tears away.“Yes, but I know you can.I know you’ll do this for me.You’ve done it before.Why cherish the drizzle when I can have a storm.I want to ride the storm.”He was surprised how long she held back on her own, with no devices to facilitate his aims.She did not beg much, having learned that Siegfried wouldn’t give in until he was good and ready.He would reward her for her efforts.His Freya pleased him well, never disappointed him.The truth was, he had wanted her to challenge him.He had wanted to dominate her fully, because he knew it wouldn’t be the same for her if he simply let her walk away from this.The vine withdrew from her pussy.The ones on her wrists and neck drew her to a standing position, yet supported her.He knew she’d not be able to support herself.He went to her then, wrapping his arm around her sweaty hips.“Enjoying this, Freya?” He gave her a kiss on her heated brow.“I always enjoy what you do to me,” she said in a breathy voice.“Even though it is overwhelming.”“I want you to thank me now.”“Thank you,” she said.He chuckled.“Not like that.” He pressed his panpipes against her little foxhole, as he preferred to think of it.He moved behind her to support her back with his chest, watching over her shoulder as she pressed and gyrated against his panpipes.He rubbed them vigorously against her clit.“I want you to cream, Freya.Hard.And I want you to scream and moan when you do.” He gave her ear a sharp nip.And she did, giving voice to the orgasm that shook her heated body, coming all over his hand and the panpipes.“Beautiful, beautiful, Freya,” he said in her ear.“Well, you know what I think of fauns and panpipes,” she said, a little giggle in her voice.He laughed and moved to stand in front of her so she could watch him lave the juices from his panpipes.Her fluids had a floral flavor from the vine that had penetrated her.Siegfried steadied her as he withdrew the vines and roots.She sagged against him, lightheaded from her release.He laid her down upon the Ixora and shifted to human form.He left his green cape over his shoulders and gazed down at his woman, her pale hair spread about the bright flowers, white flesh dappled with sunlight.Her lips parted, and her eyes filled with adoration.Something different.He wanted something different.He knelt between her legs, moving those long thighs farther apart.He trailed slow, worshipful kisses along the inside of her thighs, pausing to nuzzle that sweet pussy.She smelled of her desire for him.Her fingers stroked slowly through his hair, then grazed his shoulder.She was his goddess, his mermaid.Despite the chains, her desire for him could not be restrained.He palmed her breasts, kissing those dark nipples, enjoying her sharp intake of breath.Then he placed kisses on her throat, around Brisingamen.His fingers entered her, and he felt her begin to quicken again.She licked her parted lips, and he traced his lips across her brow, then across her nose.He’d not let Loki or anyone take her from him.She’d accepted all of him, hadn’t wanted to change him.He cared for her so, her laughter, her silliness, her passion.It hit him then, hard.He bowed his head over her body, letting the realization take hold within his chest.“Siegfried, what’s wrong?” she asked, worry and fear tinging her voice with panic.He laughed a little, brushed his fingers across her shimmering Marks.“I’ve just realized how very much I’ve come love you, my Freya.”She gasped, and he kissed her again.****Siegfried was so beautiful as he leaned over Freya, taking her lips, soft and firm all at the same time [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]