"Warrior and the Maiden"
ivy{DED}fg feels the languid heat caressing untouched bare flesh as she rested upon the soft grass. An ache growing deep within for a Master. She ran soft fingers over tracing the gentle lines of her breasts, sliding gently down toward her belly. Her hips squirm, gyrating as the drums of passion stir the the embers glowing within, wanting to be awakened, her flower the prison door binding her passion.
ivy{DED}fg glances to the lake, takes a deep breath as she feels the stickiness of the air upon her silken flesh. Gracefully she slides her feet from under her, her mood somber, her loneliness overbearing. Slowly she stepped into the water, a soft gasp floats from her sultry, parched lips, as the cold bites her hot flesh to her center.
ivy{DED}fg fantasizes of a strong loving Master, her thoughts always returning to the sparks that nip at her heat, as her hands run between her thighs, tickling her tiny gem. The Warrior, tired and bloody from his long battle, steps into the clearing, his faithful larl having been left to hunt and rest. The girl groans, her need, pouring out through her twisted features. He hears her cry, his very soul hypnotized by her beauty.
ivy{DED}fg feels a strong masculine presence. Her sweet scent filling the air, calling of her need. The maiden shyly looks from beneath long lashes closed with her burning need. Soft hips writhing beneath her fingers. The Warrior feels his maleness throbbing as he gazes upon the maiden. His gaze calls to her slave heart and she crawls upon her knees to Warriors feet.
ivy{DED}fg slips to belly her arms stretched out to the Warrior, tears flow gently down her cheeks into the soft grass. The Warrior watches, his emotions, his desires for the girl tearing at his fiber, wanting to possess her, to own this one of exquisite beauty. She trembled as his large gentle hand reached, softly stroking her beautiful hair of silver. Her passion calling to him, take me, own me, possess this girl.
ivy{DED}fg crawled toward the Warrior, her sea blue eyes, raging with animalistic lust, as she writhes, desperation etched on her soul, begging for release. The scent of Veminium floating in the air around her, enhancing her beauty. The Warriors deep blue eyes, penetrate the girls whirlpool of emotions, pulling her to him. His firm strong hand, tenderly stroking the beauty's hair.
ivy{DED}fg trembled, rubbing her soft moist treasure against his leg, long sensuous thighs curl around him sliding up, her emotions on edge like a jungle cat in heat. Her soft seductive eyes, were filled with passions sweet flames, and long silver hair caressed his knee as she softly whimpered her need.
ivy{DED}fg whimpered seeing his throbbing maleness, and groans as he grabbed her hair. "Position of use girl" he commanded. Falling to her knees, she spread sweet throbbing sex wide, her heart fluttering as she anticipates Warriors pleasure. Her body trembling as she awaits, she calls with her eyes, she calls with her scent, she calls silently pleading free this girl, make her whole."
/me is cried out as the Warrior took her, her innocence lost with her virgin blood. Her face twisted as she writhed lost in Aphrodite's passion. The Warrior felt himself ensnared by the maidens passion, as his lust grew, he growled, and bites her shoulder. Her soft flesh quivering as she mets his thrusts. oooooooooooohhh please, the pain of first meeting, coated with her lust, feeding her heat.
ivy{DED}fg whimpered, her emotions totally in Warriors hands. Hands large, gentle, as he slips under and pulls upon her sensitive nipple rings. Her body arching, gyrating against him, as he felt himself ready to release, with a lust filled voice he demands, "Yield for me girl, yield hard."
ivy{DED}fg screamed as all of her bridled passion is released. Dante`s blazing furnace is paled to the fury of her orgasm. He felt the pull of her sheath upon his sword and his manhood explodes within her sweet sex. Her body shuddering, her sweet nectar mixing with his seed, her sweet sheath partaking of passion's fruit. The Warrior gently stroked her sweet cheek, feeling the heated flush on her face.
ivy{DED}fg softly purred as the Warrior lay upon the silken grass, pulling her to him, he cuddled her in the crook of his arm. The Warrior whispered softly "girl, you are mine, I will one day own you." His words rock the maiden into a restful sleep.
Gorean Dance
"Designed by Syndara DoveSinger"
"also known as ivy{DED}fg"
