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sevendeadlyfunPairing: You wouldn't believe me if I told you...
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Bad!fic, cracktastic use of purple prose, excess quantities of urine
A/N: Written forspankspike as part of the "Mods Need Entertainment Too" Challenge at feedmykink
Part Two HERE
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Bad!fic, cracktastic use of purple prose, excess quantities of urine
A/N: Written for
spankspike as part of the "Mods Need Entertainment Too" Challenge at feedmykinkPart Two HERE
Lord Crotch lolled sybaritically on the moon drenched sands of the Verga beach. He sighed in contentment. If this was the life of a bandit, he should have taken it up long ago. No longer for him the pressures of court life, or the backbreaking strain of overseeing his vast family estates. Nay, he would live in simple luxury with his adored Lady and their faithful servants.
Thinking of his sweetly rounded lady stirred his lust. His massive tool throbbed as memories of their earlier romp filled his mind. Her eager moistness and lush begging had aroused him beyond all reason. The sight of her rising from the sea, water beading off her plump lusciousness, had him calling out to her.
"My lady," he beckoned, "verily, you are lovelier than Aphrodite. Are you a goddess, risen from the sea, to sate my mortal hunger for your noble body?"
Lady Crotch, formerly The Mistress Spanks, blushed a becoming rosy shade. Her modesty was such that she bathed in her finest lace lingerie, concealing her rounded breasts and plump bottom from the view of scoundrels who would spy upon her. The dappled moonlight played over her form, highlight her stiff nipples.
"My lord," she returned, gliding through the water like a graceful nymph, "you should not say such things to me. It is unbecoming to a man of your station."
He leered at her, his eyes snapping in delight. Her false protests against his manliness always pleased him. It proved that she belonged only to him.
"A man of my station," he repeated cheerfully, " may say and do as he pleases. Bandits answer to no one, my lady, save their own baser urges."
She giggled, the sound a lively counterpoint to the soft lapping of the water. The arpeggio of tinkling notes washed over Lord Crotch, a song of desire and need. He reached out for her, roughly dragging her to him.
"Does it excite you," he asked huskily, "to be in the clutches of a wanted man? I am a desperate outlaw, m'lady. You should fear for your virtue."
She clawed at him, her regal bearing melting under the heat of his gaze. The strap of her chemise slipped down one pale and perfect shoulder, revealing her large white breast to his hungry eyes. He growled at her, his blood heated beyond endurance at the sight of her full body writhing in his arms.
"My lord," she purred seductively, "a fallen lady such as myself hath no virtue. I am but a soiled dove brought low to satisfy you. How can I please you this night?"
He threw her violently but gently to the damp earth. She stared up at him, mouth open slightly and he visualized his huge manhood resting on her pink tongue. He unlaced his breeches, pulling out his pulsing shaft of love. Her eyes widened in glee at the sight of his lovestick.
"Greedy whore," he murmured. "You do exist only for my pleasure, yes? Shall I give you what you crave?"
She nodded eagerly, tearing off her fragile lace chemise. His mastery of her excited her beyond words, leaving her capable only of doing his bidding. She bared her throat, the ripe roundness of her body revealed to her lord.
He let the golden liquid stream from his body, shaking in his excitement. To use her thusly, this finest of ladies, maddened him with passion. She, the ruler of his heart, became simply a vessel for his lust.
As the shower rained down and collected in pools on her ample belly, she cried out her joy. Body gleaming and fingers twisting, she fell into the abyss of delight. Her sweet sounds of release echoed in Lord Crotch's ears, and he thought her more beautiful than the sun.
He lunged at her, fingers scrabbling along the edges of her sodden panties. Finally gaining purchase, he pulled them down her stout legs with a lecherous reverence. This thin barrier both angered and excited him. His fascination with her underthings had led him into banditry, but these frail pieces of feminine glory were worth the price he paid. His world narrowed to his beauteous Lady Crotch and her plump panties.
He fondled them lovingly, bringing them up to his nose to drink in the scent of her ardor. With a lusty sigh, he placed them on his head, wearing them over his face as proof of his love. He was the Panty Bandit and she was his Outlaw Queen...
"Use me," she begged him in a trembling voice. "The fire burns in me and I need your thick massive meat inside me to quench it."
He slid his pulsing prick deep inside her velvet cavern in one smooth thrust. The sand that covered their bodies added a sweetly welcome friction, heating their bodies further. He pounded her pillowy plushness fiercely, his moans muffled by her luscious panties.
Their strong simultaneous descents into desire's depths rocked them with the force of their need. Twitching and groaning, they spent themselves of ecstasy. Damp and dripping with love's fluid magnificence, Lord Crotch pulled himself reluctantly from his love's body.
"If you need further proof of my devotion to you," he heaved, broad and muscled chest heaving from his exertions, "look no further than this proclamation."
His still erect member poured forth with liquid as he wrote out her name in the sand. She stared, enrapture at this written missive of his love. The poem he composed in her honor ran to eighteen stanzas, and she sighed happily as she read it. There was no one who could match her lusty Lord Crotch, either in his word or his deeds in the bedchamber.
"Come, m'lord," she entreated. "Let us away. Sir Samenergauss and Mistress Scheide await us at the Manor. I fear they will think us of low quality for tarrying so long by the waters."
"Let them," he said dismissively." Who could blame a virile man for dallying with such a lusty wench as you, my dearest Lady Crotch?"
They strolled, arm in arm, back to to Twacht Manor.
Thinking of his sweetly rounded lady stirred his lust. His massive tool throbbed as memories of their earlier romp filled his mind. Her eager moistness and lush begging had aroused him beyond all reason. The sight of her rising from the sea, water beading off her plump lusciousness, had him calling out to her.
"My lady," he beckoned, "verily, you are lovelier than Aphrodite. Are you a goddess, risen from the sea, to sate my mortal hunger for your noble body?"
Lady Crotch, formerly The Mistress Spanks, blushed a becoming rosy shade. Her modesty was such that she bathed in her finest lace lingerie, concealing her rounded breasts and plump bottom from the view of scoundrels who would spy upon her. The dappled moonlight played over her form, highlight her stiff nipples.
"My lord," she returned, gliding through the water like a graceful nymph, "you should not say such things to me. It is unbecoming to a man of your station."
He leered at her, his eyes snapping in delight. Her false protests against his manliness always pleased him. It proved that she belonged only to him.
"A man of my station," he repeated cheerfully, " may say and do as he pleases. Bandits answer to no one, my lady, save their own baser urges."
She giggled, the sound a lively counterpoint to the soft lapping of the water. The arpeggio of tinkling notes washed over Lord Crotch, a song of desire and need. He reached out for her, roughly dragging her to him.
"Does it excite you," he asked huskily, "to be in the clutches of a wanted man? I am a desperate outlaw, m'lady. You should fear for your virtue."
She clawed at him, her regal bearing melting under the heat of his gaze. The strap of her chemise slipped down one pale and perfect shoulder, revealing her large white breast to his hungry eyes. He growled at her, his blood heated beyond endurance at the sight of her full body writhing in his arms.
"My lord," she purred seductively, "a fallen lady such as myself hath no virtue. I am but a soiled dove brought low to satisfy you. How can I please you this night?"
He threw her violently but gently to the damp earth. She stared up at him, mouth open slightly and he visualized his huge manhood resting on her pink tongue. He unlaced his breeches, pulling out his pulsing shaft of love. Her eyes widened in glee at the sight of his lovestick.
"Greedy whore," he murmured. "You do exist only for my pleasure, yes? Shall I give you what you crave?"
She nodded eagerly, tearing off her fragile lace chemise. His mastery of her excited her beyond words, leaving her capable only of doing his bidding. She bared her throat, the ripe roundness of her body revealed to her lord.
He let the golden liquid stream from his body, shaking in his excitement. To use her thusly, this finest of ladies, maddened him with passion. She, the ruler of his heart, became simply a vessel for his lust.
As the shower rained down and collected in pools on her ample belly, she cried out her joy. Body gleaming and fingers twisting, she fell into the abyss of delight. Her sweet sounds of release echoed in Lord Crotch's ears, and he thought her more beautiful than the sun.
He lunged at her, fingers scrabbling along the edges of her sodden panties. Finally gaining purchase, he pulled them down her stout legs with a lecherous reverence. This thin barrier both angered and excited him. His fascination with her underthings had led him into banditry, but these frail pieces of feminine glory were worth the price he paid. His world narrowed to his beauteous Lady Crotch and her plump panties.
He fondled them lovingly, bringing them up to his nose to drink in the scent of her ardor. With a lusty sigh, he placed them on his head, wearing them over his face as proof of his love. He was the Panty Bandit and she was his Outlaw Queen...
"Use me," she begged him in a trembling voice. "The fire burns in me and I need your thick massive meat inside me to quench it."
He slid his pulsing prick deep inside her velvet cavern in one smooth thrust. The sand that covered their bodies added a sweetly welcome friction, heating their bodies further. He pounded her pillowy plushness fiercely, his moans muffled by her luscious panties.
Their strong simultaneous descents into desire's depths rocked them with the force of their need. Twitching and groaning, they spent themselves of ecstasy. Damp and dripping with love's fluid magnificence, Lord Crotch pulled himself reluctantly from his love's body.
"If you need further proof of my devotion to you," he heaved, broad and muscled chest heaving from his exertions, "look no further than this proclamation."
His still erect member poured forth with liquid as he wrote out her name in the sand. She stared, enrapture at this written missive of his love. The poem he composed in her honor ran to eighteen stanzas, and she sighed happily as she read it. There was no one who could match her lusty Lord Crotch, either in his word or his deeds in the bedchamber.
"Come, m'lord," she entreated. "Let us away. Sir Samenergauss and Mistress Scheide await us at the Manor. I fear they will think us of low quality for tarrying so long by the waters."
"Let them," he said dismissively." Who could blame a virile man for dallying with such a lusty wench as you, my dearest Lady Crotch?"
They strolled, arm in arm, back to to Twacht Manor.
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