pole_dance2

hands roaming unchecked, feeling and teasing owned flesh, blue eyes imploring the pole to take the form of the One that will satisfy the animal cravings clawing within, flinging myself at the pole in helpless surrender, bond-maid flesh begging to be taken, branding myself to the pole with my own heat, searing the surface with the white-hot flames that lick along tempered flesh, whimpering helplessly as I beg for the pole to grab wanton hips and thrust deep within quivering flesh, sweet honey beckoning

pushing hips again and again, begging ... clawing at it helplessly ... licking and biting at unmoving steel ... fists pounding in frustration as silver tears race unchecked down flushed distraught features, slithering to its base in a quivering heap, soft cries echoing through the Hall as the music fades, fingers slithering back around the pole as helplessly, I press a wet cheek to its surface, sobbing in my need as the dance ends

{forever bond-maid of Jarl Aquinoth}

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