Extra 09

The Love Slave Drabble
  For Nichole…..Ask and ye shall receive….usually! ;-p Definitely not work safe!

Lenneth’s eyes were glassy, a clear blue that seemed to seep into her pupils, chasing away the darkness. He could see himself reflected in those unblinking eyes, tiny twin mirror images of his grinning face tinted blue. Lezard was all that she saw, all that she wanted to look at. Her hands were on the move, fingers gently caressing his cheeks, a smile on her face as she gazed upon him in utter worship and devotion.

“Lezard….” She said his name with a moan, desire pooling out in that utterance. Her every thought was of him. It was just the way Lezard preferred. “Lezard…” She repeated, touching his lips, lightly tracing her fingertips over his mouth. His name was her favorite word, she said it constantly, in so many different ways. She purred, she moaned, she sighed it out, never did he know that a name could be used to convey such a range of emotion, such desire.

“Lezard…” She leaned forward, pressing herself against his chest, his hands tightening on her waist to keep her from falling off his lap. Passion fueled her actions, dark enthusiasm motivating her lips as she kissed him. Sloppy, eager kisses, lips biting and nibbling against his, her tongue thrusting into his mouth. He kissed her back just as furiously, bruising her lips, and she never complained. Indeed she moaned, eager for more, fingers tightening on his shirt.

His hand wound into her hair, Lezard giving a soft jerk on her mane, pulling her back. She let out a whine, panting heavily, eyes still staring at his lips. She would often forget to breathe, ready to kiss herself senseless if he let her. His fingers released their hold on her, and she eagerly dived in for another kiss. Lezard turned his face to the side, letting her mouth fall on his jaw line. Lipstick prints up and down his skin, dark pink appearing on the collar of his shirt, staining the white material.

He stroked her hair, leaning back his head to give her better access to his throat. Lenneth’s lips puckered and pursed, smacking sweetly against his skin, even as she wiggled on his lap, body heavy against him. Her weight was just right, grinding against him, making him bite back a moan. Her mouth still on him, a hand trailed down the front of his body, Lenneth shifting, placing her hand on the bulge in his pants.

“I can feel you…” She cooed, glancing up at him.

His smile was amused, his hands still petting her hair. “And just what are you going to do about it?”

“This…” She was slipping off his lap, sliding down his legs, to plant herself between his spread thighs. His gaze was dark and heavy, staring down at her as she nuzzled her face against his covered crotch. Silver gleamed, Lenneth catching at his zipper with her teeth. Her eyes were locked onto his, staring worshipfully at him as she slowly tugged downwards, using her mouth to unzip his pants.

Just the sight of her mouth so close to his cock had him twitching, his member rising up, springing free of his pants. An excited gasp from Lenneth, her eyes wide as she stared. “It’s so big…” She whispered, fingers reaching out to touch him. He moaned and arched into her hand, hearing her giggle. “Is it all for me?”

“Yes…” Lezard agreed. “All for you…”

“I’m glad…” She leaned in, rubbing his dick against her cheek as though she was scent marking him. He shivered, feeling her hair caress his flesh, his breath catching in his throat. She pressed her lips against his side, kissing him. She was such a tease, making him wait like this, and he loved her for it, feeling himself growing harder yet as her lips smacked against his member.

Her tongue darted out, just the tip of it against him, and he was screaming out her name. She giggled, and the sound wrapped itself around his body, making him shudder. Her tongue was still laving attention on him, slow deliberate licks up and down his shaft. Her fingers played with his balls, gently kneading the tender flesh, and at one point she mouthed one, rolling it in her mouth.

“Lenneth!”

Licks back up to the top of his head, tongue swirling over the crown, and then she was practically inhaling him inside of her mouth. Quick and eager, hard sucks against his flesh. Lezard hissed, feeling pleasure at her mouth around his skin, lips sucking in eagerly his flesh. Sweat beaded on the side of his face, Lezard’s breath coming faster as Lenneth worked him over. Her hand closed around the base of his shaft, warm and squeezing, even as she bobbed her head up and down.

The rhythm, the motion of her mouth combined with the wetness and heat proved too much for him. He tensed up, seconds before he was releasing into her mouth. She let out a surprised but pleased cry, muffled for her mouth stayed on him. “Swallow it all…” He urged her, watching as she dutifully drank in his sperm. “Yes…” A pleased hiss from him. “Such a good girl…”

“More….” whispered Lenneth, licking at his limp penis. “I want more…” He held out his hands, Lenneth taking them willingly. He pulled her to her feet, and she flung herself against him, once again kissing at his neck. She had a constant need to touch him, Lenneth being unable to keep her hands off him. He went to sleep with her hands on him, petting him, caressing him. He woke up to her touches, sometimes to her mouth sucking him off eagerly. She’d drain him dry if he’d let her, never complaining about her own needs or desires.

Indeed she knew of nothing but the desire to please him, and please him she did. Lezard gathered her up into his arms, hearing her let out an excited squeal. She wrapped her arms around him, cuddling close as he rose to stand. He carried her towards the bed, wanting nothing more than to go to sleep with her in his arms. He pulled her on top of him as though she was a warm blanket, holding her still over his body. She squirmed, twisting about, desperate kisses falling all over him as he closed his eyes, a smile on his face.