in La Kajira Chateau
~ with a builder's glass ~
written by cyn
the sudden strum of kalika and trill of the lute send wanton flesh into motion, rounded hips rocking in a decadent display of heated skin, full soft breasts tipped with achingly tight nipples kissed with the blush of rose, builder's glass lazily trailing along a sculpted thigh as she twirls in the sands, tiny toes digging in with each turn, a halo of blazoned fire licking along wanton skin like a thousand tongues, soft sigh of need escaping slightly parted berry lips, moistened and swollen in anticipation of his kiss, free hand beckoning him closer in succulent waves only to find a blazing trail along undulating flesh wrapped in the dancing lights in the Chateau's torches, wanton display of needful flesh and glistening folds, the tremble of slave belly apparent with each turn
hips rocking tempestuously against the seeking probe of the builder's glass, lifted between the creaminess of shifting thighs, teasingly close to the core of weeping slit and the ache of that decadent hole, shrouded by the throbbing beat of the music captured in the core of her need, free hand sweeping over undulating belly to the curve of heated breast, soft cry of need released as fingers sweep over the beckoning tip of coral, sliding sensuously upwards to the steel locked forever around the slender column of her neck, auburn mane flared in wild array around the dancing form, tiny granules of sand flying up with each turn as the builder's glass kisses and caresses, feeding the frenzy of need building to a white-hot inferno raging within, those that watch lost in her dance
a groan of desperate need lost in the wail of the lute, shuddering form spiraling downwards onto the sands, raging thoughts and needful form captured in the grasp of thousands of tongues taken in the form of bits of sand licking along glistening form, body contorted before their gazes like an exquisite marionette built for their pleasure, the builder's glass licking along her flesh, teasing unmercifully, never quite fulfilling the maddening desires driving every motion, limbs entangled in mindless array, hair strewn like wildfire against the sands, the lights of the driving torches fueling the flames of the endless fire raging out of control beneath the undulations of kajira flesh, thighs rubbing endlessly as one, back arching in mindless need towards the builder's glass repeatedly
desperate cries building, body writhing and turning, pressing closer in her need, rolling before their gazes, a wanton slut lost in the desires that consume her every thought, her every heartbeat ... the builder's glass forever tempting, driving her to the edge of nirvana, reaching out for that mindless release as it takes on the form of the one that can fulfill her every dream ... fingers caressing, pulling it closer, velvety tongue snaking out to beg it for completion, kajira flesh brandished in the fire that consumes every fiber of owned flesh, rolling with liquid grace to trembling knees, silken thighs blooming deliciously wide to reveal the proof of her need, builder's glass brandished above strewn curls cascading in a waterfall of liquid fire, music crashing to an end around her
{la kajira}
Of her Longing | Untitled | Wounded Heart |
