A happy late birthday to @feylen <3 who asked me for some p*rn!
Fandom: Pathfinder - Age of Worms
Characters: Lesra x Mariss
Rating: hard E (this is pure, pure smut with dirty words and talk)
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Slaying a Behir couldn’t be further from his mind. He’d killed countless monsters and beasts and he’d rather avoid bathing in blood today. He carefully guided Lesra away from V and her companion. She didn’t notice or didn’t care.
And he surely wouldn’t complain.
Mariss had witnessed her passion and longing and yet none of her words made sense to him. Being faithful? A friend? No. They could never be friends, not with Lesra’s lush mouth waiting to be filled by him.
They entered a clearing. Birds chirped and the sun bathed the trees in a gentle glow. Mariss didn’t care much about such ethereal beauty. He took a quick look around, but they seemed to be alone. Even V seemed more focused on the hunt and left them alone for once.
Good.
Lesra bent over to pick up a flower and Mariss growled. She was playing with him, teasing him to a point of madness. Did she even know?
She smiled at him shyly.
Enough.
He crossed the distance between the two of them, gently pushing her back against a tree. Huge eyes blinked at him. Shit. What had she done to him?
“Mariss?” Lesra bit her lip.
By the gods, she was beautiful. Some golden sunlight got caught in her dark hair and Mariss fought the urge to caress it.
No time for sentimentalities.
Her body was warm beneath his and her smell filled his nostrils.
With a guttural growl, he stepped forwards to wrap his arms around her. “I’ll make you mine.”
Mariss’ mouth found her neck and jaw and he graced her skin with his teeth. He licked the pulsing veins beneath Lesra’s skin, her breasts still hidden by too much fabric. Mariss felt her nipples harden beneath his touch and left small marks on Lesra’s shoulder.
“You won’t think of anyone but me.” His deft fingers loosened the bindings of her clothing and they came apart with a welcoming sound. Fuck this corset and suspenders. If Lesra agreed to be his, he’d never allow her to wear more than some thin shifts, maybe something with lace.
She’d be the main wife, his most precious treasure.
Mariss shoved his hands beneath her shirt and cupped one of her heavy breasts, circling her nipple with his thumb. It hardened beneath his touch.
Lesra sighed ever so sweetly. “Mariss…”
“Shht.” He pushed her trousers down, putting his fingers between her legs. She clearly enjoyed this with her trying to shift closer to him. Mariss obliged and touched her most sensitive spot, rubbing his knuckles against it.
“I have an even better idea.”
He got on his knees, putting one of her legs on his shoulder to offer him a good view of her nakedness. Lesra’s cheeks darkened, as if she was afraid of being caught or offering herself to him in such a blatant matter.
“I… what are you doing?”
Mariss kissed her thighs. “Celebrating this hunt. I’ve found my prey.”
He licked Lesra’s inner thighs, slowly moving forwards to her center. Shit, he’d seldom enjoyed such a need to make her his. Mariss’ cock strained against his trousers and he thought about just taking her. Throwing her on the ground and celebrating her beauty with his cock.
He slid his tongue between her folds, finding her wet and ready for him. With his lips closed around her clit, Lesra’s moans echoed through the forest. Hopefully no one would follow her sounds, thinking her in danger and coming to her rescue.
“You taste so good.” He sucked and licked and teased her with his fingers. Lesra grabbed his hair and pulled at loose strands. Her legs quivered as he entered her with two fingers, slowly pushing in and out and forcing her hips to grind against his touch.
Mariss grinned and looked at her. “Hm, yes, good girl.”
He licked her again.
“What do you want, girl? Go on, tell me.”
Lesra closed her eyes and he felt her body rubbing himself against him, as if trying to make herself come. “I want to…”
Another lick and he thrust his fingers deeper into her.
“Mariss, hnnn, please.”
He found a rhythm, licking and thrusting, sucking in her clit, making it swell against his lips.
“I want…”
“Go on, Lesra, tell me.”
Lesra nearly chocked on her words. “I want to come.”
“Fuck patience then.” Mariss’ smile grew wide. Lesra words seemed filled with need and want and something he couldn’t quite discern. Her taste filled his every sense, surrounded him, made his cock twitch and weep for her.
He allowed her to come.
Her whole body shook and she screamed his name and nearly lost her balance. She sounded so sweet and nearly like some innocent farm girl, who lacked the touch of a man and who yearned for something more in her life.
And for some fat cock.
Carefully, her fingers grabbed one of his shoulders. “Mariss, ah. That was… amazing.”
Mariss allowed her a break. Just a few seconds to enjoy the bliss that he’d granted her; to remember that no one could ever gift her the same sort of release and feelings.
“I know.” His breath caressed Lesra’s skin. “But I’m not done with you yet.” Mariss kissed her, forcing her lips open.
“Can you taste yourself in my mouth? On my tongue.”
“I…”
“You’re like a sweet wine. I want to taste you again and again.”
“Mariss.” For a moment, Lesra appeared almost sad. Probably thinking of that half-wit, she called a lover.
She reached for her shorts, tried to put her shirt down.
But Mariss wasn’t done with her and he stepped between Lesra and her urge to cover herself.
“No. We still have some time. Let the rest hunt that fucking Behir.”
He opened his trousers and let them slid to the floor.
“I’ve dreamt about your lips on my cock for too long. Ever since I saw you, I’ve imagined your mouth filled with me.”
Lesra licked her lips with her eyes focused on his cock and the thick veins.
“All of this is for you.” Mariss put a hand on her neck. “Come, I know you want to suck it.”
“Yes.” But she hesitated.
Mariss pulled her shirt over her head. “Shit, get rid of that. I need to see your tits.”
He looked at her bare flesh.
“Better.”
Lesra knelt in front of him, carefully licking the sides of his hard flesh, sucking the head and tasting the first few drops of cum.
Mariss shuddered.
Fuck.
He couldn’t remember a woman ever making him quite this docile. She should’ve taken her back at the banquet, hidden in some dark corner with her back pressed against a wall or bent over some table. Mariss seldom asked and yet here he was, getting sucked off in the middle of a forest after getting rejected once too often by her.
Her lips seemed soft and pliable and she swirled her tongue in a rather delightful manner.
Mariss groaned.
He’d come too soon. Why was she so good at this?
“Is everything alright?” The wench had the nerve to smile and her eyes sparkled with some hidden laughter.
She had to know how much power she had over him.
Mariss grabbed a handful of her hair, guiding her head upwards, and pushing her back against the tree.
“Yes, enough. There is more for later but I need to fuck you now. Your cunt longs for me.”
The sun drew long shadows on her ashen skin, embracing her curves, making his mouth dry by just looking at her.
“Have you ever been fuck by a half-orc, Lesra?” He’d to be thicker and more than her human lover. Mariss would ruin her for him, bringing her pleasure that that flimsy man could never grant her.
He caressed her cheeks, pushing his thumb against her mouth. “You’re going to enjoy every moment of it. I’ll make you scream my name even louder.”
Lesra nodded and Mariss lifted her into his arms. “Come here, girl. We don’t want nasty bruises on your pretty back.”
His cock felt trapped between their bodies and Mariss used their closeness to rub it against her folds, teasing her without actually bringing them together. Lesra wrapped her arms around his back, probably a bit too tight, and her sweet moans sounded louder so close to his ears.
She already loved his cock.
Of course, she did.
Mariss laughed. “And look at you, still enjoying yourself.”
She weighed almost nothing, just a comfortable presence in his arms. Mariss pushed her hips down, finally sliding his cock into her comforting warmth. She was so wet, so hot. So ready for him.
Lesra squirmed a bit, which made him smile.
He was bigger than her lover.
Mariss let her become accustomed to his size and barely moved, though it cost him much of his willpower.
“You feel…” Lesra rubbed her bare breasts against him. “So good.”
“I know.”
Another push and she seemed to accept his girth a bit better. Well, she moaned, always a good sign, and pressed her thighs against him.
“I’ll fuck you now.”
Without a further thought, he thrusted into her.
Mariss enjoyed the sounds of their intertwined bodies. The slapping, the wet sounds of them connecting.
Lesra put her hands on his shoulders and offered him a fantastic view of her bouncing breasts. His lips found one of her nipples and sucked it with just enough teeth to cause her to whimper.
He would leave some marks on her. Showing her what it meant to be his. Lesra would feel him for a few days, remember his cock inside of her.
Mariss held her body close to him, guiding her movements, pushing her hips on his groin.
Again and again.
Lesra leaned forwards, seemingly out of strength to do much more but letting herself get fucked silly.
“Yes, like that, beautiful girl.” He felt his breathing quicken and his muscles protest against the fast pace, but he wouldn’t stop now.
So close.
“Lesra!”
He came, spending himself inside of her, holding her stillto feel his seed filling her.
And Lesra came again.
Not as hard as before, but Mariss felt her muscles close around his cock, wringing every last bit out of him.
Droplets of him slid down her thighs as she rested against Mariss’ shoulder.
“I’ll give you a minute to catch your breath and then I will fuck you again.”
In a surprisingly tender motion, Mariss put his forehead against hers. “Do you want that?”
Second most well known orchestra conductor is Mariss Jansons. He is a conductor of The Royal Concertgebouw Orchestra and Bavarian Radio Symphony Orchestra. The famous conductor works with orchestras with the purest joy. Mariss Jansons loves and respects music and just like Andris Nelsons, he attracts the audience (it is shown in the video very well). Every musician has to remember that there is no easy way to success. You have to work, you have to fall, you have to celebrate every precious moment and there is nothing as important as love for music. Music is the most beautiful way to express your feeling: music unites, heals and gives strength. Conducting is not easy. Conductors have to controle an instrument that is very much alive and it is really complex, but beautiful at the same time. - Elīza Ķirse, @spookystringendo
Elīza Ķirse, a young conductor student was our guest-editor this week, at Musica in Extenso! She talked about conducting experiences, music and famous latvian conductors. Thank you for this amazing week, Elīza! - Editor-in-Chief
Dear Followers, I think that everyone is suprised how the time flies. Years after years and we just can’t stop this circle. 2017 was the latest part or edition of our life-journal, and I hope that everyone enjoyed the precious moments.
For the last three days of this year, I prepared a selection of some quality music by the famous Strauss family. The title of this short celebration/event is 201X - I added the X, because I think that it doesn’t matter what year is coming...It’s important to live, learn and love.
I decided to update the photo profile of myself on my blog, so here it is! I'm the girl on the left with the blue hair. The cute Asian on the right is my best friend Chris. I am bisexual and I prefer she/her or they/them pronouns. A little about me, my name is Marissa Nicole and I go by Mariss or Riss. I'm 20 years old and I live in Detroit, Michigan, USA. I'm really into video games. Some of my faves include Overwatch, Bioshock Infinite, Resident Evil 7, The Sims 4 and Animal Crossing. I dye my hair almost once every two weeks so I'm always changing. This is as short as it has ever been. I've had almost ever color I can think of. I watch a LOT of cartoons and not much else. My faves by far are Regular Show and Futurama, but I like a lot more including Adventure Time, Rick and Morty, and The Powerpuff Girls. Shows that are NOT cartoons that I watch include HIMYM and The Office. There are probably more, I just can't think of them for some reason. I also watch a lot of YouTube videos. My top people I watch are The Sim Supply and Rhett and Link (GMM). My favorite band is All Time Low, and I post a lot about them. My life is very faith-based. I consider myself a no-denominational Christan, based out of a church group in Detroit. Religion is a huge factor to me when it comes to relationships and everyday life. I can't think of anything else to add to this post but if you read it, THANK YOU, I LOVE YOU and I would love to talk to you and make new friends. Please message me/follow me if you think I'm interesting enough or if you just need a friend, I will always follow back!!. I meeting love new people! x
