!ABQeUNRnNo 2012/12/13 (Thu) 05:16 No. 28028 ▼ File 135537580562.png - (115.78KB, 850x599 , kanakoonherthrone.png)
I recline on the floor, clad only in my tunic as the sun rises from the dark shadows. From my view, I see the glorious peaks of the mountain ranges whose beauty equals that of the Appenines. I slide open the door and let the cold winds whipping past invigorate me. It is a good morning and good day to be alive. I once had a farm in Italy, as much land as I could plow in a day; as lovely as the might have been, these mountains bring out the manly spirit -- the virtus. I feel like Ulysses, being drawn in by the siren call of the natural beauty. I've had my fill of the crip air, and return inside.
My bare feet resound lightly on the wooden floors as I make my way to the baths. After readying myself with a soap and a cold shower, for what sort of guest should disrespect his host, I slip into the warm water lapping around my waist. I look into the water, and a distorted, one-eyed visage stares back -- a more civilized light than circle-eyed Polyphemus. As a sampler of baths, the tranquilty of this warm pool is divine; and ike many men, I've always found there to be something romantic about the steam swirling over the depths in the shapes of intertwining lovers.
"I knew I'd find you here," says that woman.
I hear her slip into the water and feel the ripples as she approaches. Her arms wrap around my chest like twin snakes, and I feel her large bosom press against me with only a thin layer of cool silk between us. She breathes deeply, and her soft flesh rolls against my hard back like waves. Her hands rub soothing oils into my skin, replacing soreness with warmth and passion. Her hand soon slithers down to my groin and caresses the sensitive skin there.
"Kanako," I say with a bowed head, "Please."
She rests her head on my shoulder as her left hand plays absentmindedly with my erect penis. My rough hand takes hold of her right and I rub my thumb against her wrist. I struggle against her grip so I can grab her sensual curves and take her, pounding into her again and again on the spot, but the strength of a mortal man is nothing against a goddess's. Her forked tongue tickles against my neck and I catch a glimpse of her reptilian ruby eyes. She holds me tight and lightly runs her fingers against my dick.
"You say that you want to submit to your goddess," she says, "but your body struggles. Your body wants to desecrate me like Ajax did Cassandra, wrapping your thick arms around me and pushing me against the wall to defile me where everyone can see."
Her hand tightly wraps itself around my penis and forcefully jacks it off; I can't help but close my eyes and lightly thrust against her. The tickling wetness of her forked tongue languidly traces a line on my neck.
"But don't you remember the price he paid, being immolated and impaled on a sharp crag. Can you imagine the punishment for raping a goddess?"
Her stroking reaches a crescendo of pleasure. I groan as I prepare to -- her hand clamps tightly down, stopping my climax in its tracks. I stand there, breathing heavily as her hands disentangle themselves from me, sliding over my body and tracing her favorite parts. The silk pools in the waters around my legs as I turn to face her. She smiles softly, and I gaze into those hypnotic red lights. I still take in more of my goddess: her soft bosom and wide hips, her deliciously plump derriere and those creamy legs.
"Worship it," commands Kanako with a smile more smug than loving.
I wade nearer to her as she slyly eyes my turgid length. As I reach out to touch that body, she slips away into the steam. As she wades away, I catch sight of her sleek, powerful back. For all her soft sensuality, a predator ripples beneath the surface. They would have called me "uxorius" back home -- wife-ruled, but I've already been so entangled with a force more fearsome than any amount of iron. I finally catch her sitting on the edge, legs crossed, though I can trace a line of fine hair to her slit. She leans back to prominently expose her breasts and neck.
"All I've done is pleasure you so far. If you want this," the goddess says, shifting her legs to expose her sweet pussy, "You'll need to reciprocate."
I pause. What to do?
I rise from the bath, droplets of warm water tracing rivulets down my body, and recline next to Kanako. I slide an arm around her warm, wet body and gently roll her entirely from the water until she lies exposed along the edge. She stretches her arms above her head, and then pulls me next to her. Momentarily, I amuse myself by rubbing my hand along her inner thighs as she softly giggles.
"So, soldier of Rome," she says, "How will you worship me? How will you amuse your goddess?"
I'm not much of a man of words, and I prefer to prove my worth through my deeds. My legs entangle with hers as I press against her. Her arms hug me close and trace warm paths along my back. I can feel my burning erection rub against her skin, but this is no time for slaking my own lusts. Kanako is about to say something, words to stir me to fiercer passion, but I ignore them as I plant a soft kiss on her collarbone. I exhale softly and feel the hardened points of her nipples press against my chest. I place another kiss further up, and another. She slowly undulates beneath me and bares her neck. I fiercely press my attack and lick along her neck until. She rolls her head and breaths deeply as I plant a kiss and love bite just under her jaw.
Kanako turns her face toward me, cheeks darkened by the rouge only arousal can provide, and says, "I think I like these prayers of yours."
I dash forward to lock lips with her. Her powerful limbs crush me against her and grind my penis into the wet skin of her groin. She withdraws her lips from mine for a brief respite before she playfully nips my nose and deeply kisses me. Her mouth unlocks my own, and her forked tongue playfully wraps its twisting length against mine in ways that shouldn't be possible. Not even the Apollo could overcome this sensuous python. A thin thread of silvery saliva links us together as we pull away.
I roll away and breath deeply, feeling hot and flushed. The ceiling, through some sorcery, casts an image of the mist shrouded skies above us. Just like this mountain shrine, isolated from civilization, the goddess and I are alone in the steam. She slides against me and runs her hand through my chest hair. The soft, pliant weight of her breasts falls comfortably onto my arm as the taller woman wraps herself around me.
"Surely," she says, ruffling my hair, "That's not all you've got."
She emphasizes the last words by lightly fondling my balls. I can't take a challenge like this sitting down, so I lean over and kiss from her lower neck to the soft flesh of her breast which I can't help but nibble at. Her even breaths and saucy grin let me know that she's satisfied with my offering. I go lower and suckle at her teat, both pulling with my mouth and flicking my tongue out to lick it. Kanako breathes heavy, satisfied breaths and even plays with her other large breast. I take charge and push her down as I use my mouth to play with her ample bosom. I leave her playfully squirming as my kisses trail further downward. My kisses stop just above her closely trimmed purple hair.
She looks down at me with an expectant look, but I decide upon the audacious. I draw back and instead take her big toe into my mouth and play with it like I played with her hard nipples. I look up from my servile task and see her spreading open her folds and slowly churning them up with her long fingers. She moans softly, the most noise I've heard from her so far. I give her an impish smile and let my tongue trace a path up her marble-smooth, creamy leg. I lay kisses upon her thighs as I move up, and the intensity of her pleasuring increases. She removes her fingers, and I immediately take the soaked digits in my hand and delicately kiss them.
"Anything more kisses for me?" she asks haughtily
"Of course," I say.
I then go down and begin to plant light kisses around her sweet pussy, and the goddess giggles at the sensation. With a smirk of my own, I suck and lightly nibble on her slightly protruding clitoris. From there, I lightly spread her open and and bury my face into her crotch. I push forth my tongue to penetrate into her folds. She wraps her legs around my neck and pulls me in closer. All I can do is allow my writhing tongue to continue is work -- prodding, savoring, slithering. I can feel Kanako breathing more heavily, trying to preserve her image as a regal goddess. For now, she is my lover, a lover whom I am going to bring to a shuddering climax. I push deeper and drink in her clean fluids. The more I lap at her pussy, the more her arousal soaks my tongue and the more she shivers, holding in her quiet moans. With one final assault, she shudders and then relaxes. Her legs finally relase me, and I lie on top her. She pulls me in for a quick kiss, and I roll to her side. My hard cock reminds her that I would like a little something for myself.
"How would you like your goddess to reward you?" she asks with a contented smile, though her eyes burn for more.
"Would you like this?" she says, fondling and rubbing her heaving breasts.
"Or do you want to take me now, however you like," she says, spreading herself with her fingers.
"If you permit, my goddess," I say, looming over her.
Kanako looks up to me, her damp locks framing her face with a degree of intimacy her official visage lacks, and giggles. I support myself with splayed arms and lower myself toward her spread legs. My heart pumps furiously as my hard penis presses against the folds I had so recently kissed. I let myself fall into her embrace where she plants a quick peck on my cheek. Gone is the distant and capricious divinity toying with a mortal; rather, it is a confident and serene lover. With a coy smile, she takes my hand into her own and rubs her thumb against my wrist.
She pulls me in for a word and says, "Horatius, your goddess permits you to take her here."
These are the words I desired to hear from the start of this passion-play, and I thrust into her until her puffy lips tease my balls. Her tender warmth and passionate wetness wrap around my dick, and we lay like conjoined like that. For now, she presses me against her disheveled body, and I float against her soft curves. Kanako plays with my wet hair and nibbles at my ear. Then she releases her grip on me and brings her arms behind her head, letting me see the milky expanse of her body. With a smile, I withdraw all but by tip before thrusting my whole length into her. Kanako brings up her legs to my waist, and her ruby eyes look straight into my cyclopean gaze.
"Fuck me," she huskily whispers.
I pull out from her, and she gives a quiet whimper. Then I push back in an deliver a series of short, quick thrusts deep into her slippery pussy, and my balls slap lightly against her. She lifts her hips and bucks slightly against my own. The goddess arches her back as her heaving breaths and my pounding bounce her tits. Her plump lips switch between forming a ring in ecstasy and pressing together in concentration.
I slow my rhythm so I can press against her and say, "It's okay to show pleasure. I'll cherish you, Kanako, whether you want me wrapped around your finger as a goddess or just making love to you as a woman."
She deeply kisses me, and her forked tongue tenderly plays with mine. When she withdraws and kisses me again, all I can do is give her an occasional deep thrust. My hands wrap around the sexy curve of her back, and her legs wrap around my hips. I'm not sure how much longer I can last before I finish.
Kanako locks eyes with me and says, "It's okay for you to enjoy me."
Then she wraps her arms around my neck and whispers, "Perhaps you, defender of the Pons Sublicius, can father a son whose blood courses with divine power and stubborn heroism. But for now, all I want is your love and your passion."
I kiss here there and put my all into resisting those last few strokes. My hard member burns for release, but I gird my loins so that I can see Kanako's beautiful face given to pleasure - removed from earthly cares. She bucks her hips hard against me and teases her nipples with her fingers, and I plow into her. Her walls suck me in and make my cock beg even more for release, but I too want to experience this thick euphoria as long as I can. I crush her within my arms, and give her one last sparking thrust as my seed spills into her womb.
There we are, spent. Our bodies are coated with slick sweat. I finally separate myself from her and brush a strand of hair from her face, a result of our lovemaking. Her fingers once more trace warm paths over my hard body. Kanako then sits up, leans over to plant a chaste kiss on my lips, and pulls my head onto her soft but powerful thighs.
"Horatius," she inquires, "would you like to finish cleaning up here or would you like somewhere a bit more intimate?"
[X]Clean yourselves here.
[X]Follow her to somewhere more intimate