worship of the soft, perky mound.
Gods, he cannot recall any time a body has fit against his so perfectly. As though she had been shaped by a mold made for his frame. The missing piece of his puzzle.
He can't help it; the god lets out a low, loud moan.
If Hercules could hear all the things going through her head, all that she's willing and eager to do to him, he would fold like paper. Just lean back and let her go to town on him -- if he didn't come on the spot.
Luckily for him, he isn't a telepath. He is just a god
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He moves so gracefully for someone of his stature, and itโs truly a sight to behold.
One of many he presents her.
Because she was fully ready โ eager and willing, really โ to settle in on her stomach and take her sweet time with him. To kiss along his inner thighs, ghost her โ
control. She knows how she feels better than he does.
One hand comes around to her ass to help steady her as she lowers herself onto him (and to grab a handful of shapely ass again). The other grips one of her breasts, lifting it up so that his lips can continue their
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@ThatVixenMari towel is already falling. It catches on his godhood as it goes, causing his hardness to spring up and bob gently. Of course he was already hardening, after a kiss like that.
"What a woman..."
Herc's dreamy gaze follows her, taking in the smooth mocha skin of her back,
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@HerLustfulTouch his pole again and again.
All the while his lips dance with hers. Tongue invades her mouth. One hand moves beneath her to lift up her ass, granting his godhood a better angle to pound into her. This makes her arch her back, and he tears himself free from their kiss to
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her, stretching at her walls, both to elicit those heated moans and to prepare her for the rest of him.
Oh, how he wished to just take her now. His arousal stood like a tower between her thighs, pointed straight up. But he also wants to do this right.
And so he quickens pace.
Hercules has no pheromone powers, though she wouldn't be the first to think he does. Many a woman before her have declared that they had no interest, only to end up in bed with him later, unable to quite articulate what had made them change their mind.
It's just an
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Oh, she doesnโt notice a thing.
Once his mouth finds her breast, her brain just fizzles and short circuits with unbridled pleasure. She wonders for a moment if heโs got some sort of pheromonal power โ heโs clearly got superior strength, so it wouldnโt shock her if he had some โ
her cheek to move to her thigh. Gently it climbs the smooth skin, until it reaches the apex. Middle digit tenderly swipes along her lower lips, up and down, up and down, a few times... before sinking inside. Slowly he gives a few soft pumps, twisting within
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