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“Colour?”
“Green.”
“Good boy!” Cyrene beamed down at Phainon before forcing his head back into her pussy. She sighed as he licked her flower obediently, the wet sounds music to her ears. Her pussy leaked sweet nectar into his mouth, which he lapped up eagerly. She marveled at the sight before her: Phainon’s nude figure on all fours, his well-developed back and shoulder muscles rippling with every movement. His torso was in the shape of a triangle, and his ass was muscular yet rounded at the sides. Phainon was truly a visual feast. To add to the package, he was pliant and eager to please. “Yes,” Cyrene moaned, “just like that.” Phainon continued at the same pace, slipping his tongue into her every once in a while. Cyrene tightened her grip on his hair, twisting it and moving his head up to her clit. Without missing a beat, he started licking the button and sucking on it. “Oh!” Cyrene threw back her head, an electric sensation ripping through her body. “You’re so good at this,” she swooned, stroking her breasts with her free hand. Unlike Phainon, she was fully clothed.
Cyrene’s lips parted and she groaned as Phainon increased his intensity, practically assaulting her clit with his tongue. The warmth of his tongue mixed with his cool saliva made for an electric experience. Her pussy clenched around nothing as her body heated up. She really wanted Phainon’s dick inside her. At over twelve inches long, it hit all the right spots and never failed to make her scream. She needed it, but not just yet. “Don’t stop,” she purred, the heat within getting even hotter. With her other hand, she reached for one of the burning candles on the nightstand. Red would look good on him. Grasping the phallic, dripping object, she brought it just above Phainon’s shoulders. “Get ready,” she groaned, arching her back as he continued sucking on her clit. She slowly tipped the candle, allowing some of the wax to drip onto his shoulders before setting it back down. Phainon stiffened, his moans muffled by her pussy. Cyrene marveled as the wax ran down his back before stopping at his asscheeks. The bright scarlet hotly contrasted with his pale skin, begging for more color to join it. Moaning softly, Cyrene picked up a purple candle and poured some of the wax onto his back. It too trailed down to his asscheeks, mixing with the red to form a colorful, visual feast. Phainon’s breath was hot against her pussy and he was not licking as frequently, only weakly sucking her clit.
Cyrene released her hold on his head and looked down at him. “Colour?”
“G-green.” Cyrene smiled sweetly at him and shoved his head back into her pussy, allowing him to slide his tongue inside. Aeons, he was good at this. She grabbed another candle, a green one this time. Instead of pouring the piping hot wax all over his back, she reached as far as she could and poured it directly on his asscheeks. Phainon stiffened and cried out into her pussy, making her quake. Smirking, she allowed a drop to land directly on his hole. Phainon’s head snapped back and his back arched as he moaned pornographically. His eyes were watery and his face was flushed.
“Colour?”
“G-green.”
“My sweet boy.” She shoved him back into her pussy, gyrating her hips against his face. Her pussy leaked more fluid onto his face, filling the room with a sweet scent. Cyrene licked her lips and closed her eyes for a brief second, basking in her pleasure. Phainon was taller than her and much stronger as well. However, one person was on their knees and moaning like a whore and it wasn’t her. “Yes,” she murmured, taking another candle. This one was a bold turquoise. It would really make the other colours on his body pop. Instead of tipping it, she brought the entire candle to the untouched areas of his back and smeared it all over him, mimicking a marker. Phainon quaked and moaned, grabbing onto her smooth legs for support. Biting her lip, Cyrene discarded the candle and marveled at her handiwork: Phainon’s shoulders, back and asscheeks were multicoloured, mimicking the colours of the Harmony. Oh, if only she could snap a picture.
“Ease up.” Phainon obeyed, withdrawing from her pussy with a slight pout. His face was covered in her juices and his gaze was unfocused. Cyrene smiled at him and patted her knee. “Up you go.”
Phainon shuddered and slowly rose to his feet. Breathing heavily, he climbed onto the bed and straddled Cyrene before slowly sitting on her lap. Cyrene groaned at the pressure exerting itself on her lower half. Heat blazed through her body and her pussy started leaking even more. To have such a powerful man obey her every word was powerful. Cyrene stared directly into Phainon’s blue eyes and groped his ass, chuckling as he quaked. “You like this, right?” she cooed, letting one of her fingers brush against his hole. Some of the wax had already hardened in the area. With her other hand, she ran her fingers across his long cock. “Just a big boy with a big dick. Too bad it’s wasted on you.” She slid a finger inside his sensitive hole, making him whimper. “Well, maybe not. I love seeing your big dumb cock flop around as I stretch you open, as you ride my strap. You’re a thing of beauty.” Cyrene cocked her head, noting as Phainon’s dick started to leak sticky precum. Domming wasn’t something that came naturally to her, but seeing the effect on him made her efforts worth it. Not to mention that each session was more and more enjoyable for herself.
Cyrene slowly stroked Phainon’s formidable length with one hand while fingering him with her other. Her boyfriend was moaning whorishly and gyrating in her lap. His eyes were closed and he was holding her tight against him. Cyrene’s face was buried in his chest, but she was not about to complain. She ripped her finger out of him and grabbed at the nightstand, finding another candle. “Get ready,” she warned, bringing the candle to Phainon’s hole. As the wax dripped onto it, Phainon screamed and clutched Cyrene even tighter, practically crushing her. She immediately discarded the candle and asked, “Colour?”
“Y-yellow.”
“I’m sorry baby.” Cyrene did nothing, stroking Phainon’s back and waiting for him to calm down. She looked up to see tears running down his face. Her pussy clenched at the sight. She sucked in a breath and looked away. This was new. Why was she getting even more turned on? She bit her lip guiltily. “Are you okay now?” she asked, pushing the thoughts away.
Phainon smiled weakly at her and stroked his face. “I’m alright. You can continue.”
“Okay,” Cyrene gulped, breaking character for a second before smirking at him. She licked her lips and shoved three fingers into him, making him yelp. Dragging the elegant appendages in and out of him, she gripped onto his dick and squeezed. Phainon was moaning now, the low sounds filling her ears like auditory honey. He clamped down around her fingers, crushing them in a warm and velvety embrace. His dick was leaking even more, its veins bulging obscenely. Cyrene curled her fingers, finding his prostate and making the man shudder. She began to assault the structure, repeatedly jamming her fingers into it. Phainon’s moans turned to screams and more tears began running down his face. Cyrene’s face burned. It was shameful, but she needed to see him cry more.
“More!” Phainon cried out, practically fucking himself on her fingers. His salty tears were falling onto her face now. Cyrene winced as her pussy clenched harshly, sending a jolt through her body. Each teardrop that fell on her face made her quake and moan. “Don’t stop!”
Cyrene groaned, her entire body tingling. “Ah ah ah,” she chided, slipping back into character. With every ounce of her strength, she ripped her fingers out of Phainon and shoved him off of her. He rolled onto the bed and looked at her like a wounded puppy. Cyrene’s heart clenched but she shoved the feeling down. Getting on all fours, she prowled towards him and stopped at his throbbing cock. She got onto her knees and grabbed a candle. “Ready?” Phainon nodded, his eyes wide. Cyrene smiled sweetly and brought it to the long phallus, dripping hot wax onto it. Phainon threw his head back and screamed, his body shaking. His powerful thighs flexing as he orgasmed. Cyrene watched as thick ropes left Phainon’s cock, most of it landing on her face. The black wax juxtaposed harshly with the milky-white cum, making Cyrene’s head spin. She wiped some of Phainon’s cum into her mouth and moaned: the salty, thick taste was simply divine. “That was a lot,” she cooed, licking her lips. Phainon’s orgasm had died down and his chest was heaving. Cyrene wanted nothing more than to let him recover, but she knew exactly what he wanted.
Collecting some of his cum, she coated his cock with it and started jerking him off. Phainon’s back arched off the bed and he screamed, his dick clearly not ready for another round. Cyrene moved to straddle his torso then reached back to jerk him off some more. “Colour?”
“G-green! Aeons, green!” Phainon was crying as he said this.
Cyrene’s pussy clenched and her chest swooned. Her eyes narrowed in arousal and she groaned as her nipples hardened. Phainon had awoken something in her, and it was hungry. She stroked his face, getting her fingers wet and immediately shoving them in her mouth. Her eyes rolled back as the salty taste filled her mouth, making her pussy leak onto Phainon’s torso. Even his tears tasted good. Cyrene could not wait any more. She rose and moved over Phainon’s monster cock, sliding down onto it immediately. Loud moans left her as he filled her up, stretching her out. Her pussy struggled to accommodate his jaw-dropping length, pricks of pain assaulting her. Cyrene gritted her teeth and started to gyrate her hips, Phainon squirming underneath her. Her moans joined his cries in a symphony of lasciviousness. Anyone walking outside could hear them, but neither of them cared. No amount of scolding was enough to stop them from pushing the limits of their exploration.
Phainon reached up, his hands grabbing at Cyrene’s hips but she slapped them away. “Bad boy,” she chastised, grabbing his face. She slapped his face once and clamped down around him, making him scream. “No touching!”
“S-sorry.”
“Don’t do it again.” Cyrene moved her hips, spelling out her name with her movements. Phainon’s tears invigorated her, prompting her to spell out his name next while strategically clenching her cunt. She shoved her fingers into his mouth and ordered, “Suck.”
Phainon’s eyes rolled back as he sucked on Cyrene’s fingers like a common whore, his moans completely muffled. Melodic slapping sounds filled the air as Cyrene increased her pace, rhythmically bringing her hips up and slamming back down against Phainon. Her fingers slid down Phainon’s throat, making the man gag. She ripped them out and looked down at him with pure lust in her eyes. “Open your mouth.” Phainon obeyed, parting his lips weakly. Cyrene spat into his mouth and forced it closed with her hand. Her boyfriend gulped, swallowing her saliva before moaning,
“You taste so good,” he managed between breaths, his eyes half-closed.
“Thank you, baby.” Cyrene clenched around him, making him groan. “Colour?”
“G-green!”
Cyrene moaned, switching her technique. She aggressively ground down on his length, screaming as it hit new areas inside of her. Her orgasm was near. “L-let’s cum together, baby.”
Phainon weakly nodded his agreement, arching his back off the bed as Cyrene adjusted her position and squatted, using her deceptively-powerful legs to repeatedly slam down on his dick. The couple stared deep in each other’s eyes, drinking in each other’s arousal. “Kiss me,” Phainon begged feebly.
“Of course.” Cyrene leaned forwards and kissed Phainon, moaning into him. She slid her tongue into his mouth, completely dominating him in yet another way. Phainon just moaned, unable to do anything else. Cyrene pulled away quickly, throwing her head back and moaning as heat pooled in her core. She was close.
Phainon cried out, “I’m close!”
“Good boy,” Cyrene panted. “Me too.” She gritted her teeth and clenched around him as hard as she could.
That did the trick. Phainon threw his head back and screamed, his dick shooting piping out cum into Cyrene’s pussy. Cyrene orgasmed at the same time, her pussy clamping and releasing Phainon’s dick rapidly. She raised her head to the heavens and screamed as Phainon’s cum sloshed around in her, prolonging her climax. Cyrene’s thighs burned, prompting her to sit on Phainon’s cock and give her legs a rest. She gyrated her hips, milking every drop possible out of him. Her pussy tightened as she sprayed sweet fluid all over Phainon, clenching around him again and screaming. Phainon screamed too, writhing under Cyrene and crying. Cyrene’s body quaked as another jolt ripped through her body, making her head spin. She could feel Phainon’s cock twitching inside her, not even releasing anymore cum. It appeared that she had successfully milked him dry.
Cyrene came down from her high first, woozily sliding off of Phainon. She groaned as his seed streamed out of her, soaking the bedsheets in a mixture of his virility and her sticky sweetness. “Oh,” she moaned, her head crashing onto Phainon’s chest. She barely registered his muscular arms wrapping around her. “W-was that good for you, baby?”
Phainon planted a kiss to her forward and said weakly, “It was amazing.”
“I’m glad.” Cyrene left a delicate kiss on his chest. “Next time, can you take control? Domming is exhausting.” She looked up at him, smiling softly, drawing circles on his chest.
“Of course,” Phainon smiled back, kissing her cheek. “Anything for you, baby. You’ve been so accommodating, and I’m happy to return the favour.”
Cyrene was too exhausted to say anything. She elected to beam at her boyfriend and interlock her fingers with his. Kissing his cheek, she lay her head in the crook of his neck and closed her eyes, satisfied and eager for their next session.