A Hopeful Farewell -LUCIFER-

[Lucifer Whitecrest]

It was with half held breaths that Lucifer watched his wife remove the last of what he was wearing, shifting his weight to ease in the removing of the pants. His mind raced at the wonder of what delights his wife would put upon him this evening. Would she resume lofty position atop him and grind him to elevation until he felt like he was among the Gods? Or perhaps she would present herself to be mounted like a bitch in heat, fingers interlocked as he leaned over her to share passionate kiss and heated breaths mixed.

His semi-hard member was exposed to the cool air and she returned to his lips, the two kissed deeply once more and his tongue invaded her mouth so that it may seek out hers and they entwined. Lucifer Whitecrest had become to accustomed to his wife that he did not know what he would do without her. He could no longer imagine his life with her not a part of it. A constant companion beside him and behind him. If he was a pillar of strength for his family it was only because of the foundation provided by loving wife.

[L'inarra Whitecrest]

A soft and pleasant sound escaped L'inarra as Lucifer slipped his tongue inside her mouth. She greeted it with her own, tilting her head to the side to get better movement. She clutched at his hands tightly as one bare leg moved to brush lightly against his. Breaking the kiss she let out a long and shaky wanting breath. A smile tugged at her lips as she looked at her husband once more in the dim light. Leaning over, placing a quick kiss on his lips once more she broke her hold on his hands and lips before running her fingers down his chest.

She stopped at the base of his stomach, waiting to get to her prize. Instead she chose to tease him, lazily stroking his inner thigh as she placed small kisses at the base of his hardness. Slowly her hand went to grip it, lightly stroking. A small and soft kiss went to the head before her tongue flicked out, only circling the head.

L'inarra had heard a few of the stable hands talking about this technique at the whorehouses. At first she found it repulsive. But the longer she listened to the boys she learned how much they had enjoyed it. Apparently when one devoted some time to the others center, it sent so much pleasure it was amazing. L'inarra did that jus now, teasing him with the her tongue.

[Lucifer Whitecrest]

Lord-Commander Whitecrest watched with boyish delight as his wife took position around his core, one hand running up and down his inner thigh and it sent a shiver of excitement up his spine. When her lips brushed against the base of his cock the edges of his lips curled into a smile.

A strong hand reached down and took a fistful of her red hair. She was the perfect lady wife in public...and in their private chambers something else. Lucifer's head tilted back when the tip of her tongue circled the head of his prick. "L'inarra.... it came out as a sordid whisper, wanting only more, more, more.

[L'inarra Whitecrest]

L'inarra took some satisfaction in the way that he breathed her name. She loved it when his voice became heavy like that. Her grip tightened, only slightly, as she quickened her pace on stroking him. Her tongue continued its work only a few seconds more on the head of his hardness before she looked over at him, almost nuzzling into the hand wrapped into her hair.

She let out another wanting sigh before taking his member in her mouth whole, before slowly sliding her mouth up, only letting her tongue trickle last. Her free hand stroking his inner thigh as her mouth and hand continued their work.

Soon enough her sucking had quickened its pace, she kept a weary touch though for signs of him finishing. She hated to see his seed go to waste, particularly while they were still able to have children. Her eyes closed lightly as she continued her motion, being egged on by his sounds and movement.

[Lucifer Whitecrest]

The Lord-Commander of the Goldbull Legion wasn't watching what was happening so much as he was just feeling it happen. Her hands were still running up the inside of his leg, when he felt her lips running over his length proper for the first time he let out a breath he hadn't realised he was holding. Hands, lips and tongue were working in unison to lavish attention upon a cock that loving wife had brought to full hardness.

His hand upon her hair started to move, easing from moving with her head to guiding the pace of her head. There was a heat building in Lucifer and it urged him to get more of what he was getting. He would not see L'inarra for some time after he left for Yunkai in the morning. It wasn't the most polite or proper idea, but he was going to have his wife every way a man could have a woman, and she'd have him in just as many ways.

It was only then he opened his eyes once more and brought his head down to view his wife, her beautiful red hair falling down her shoulders and pooling upon his stomach as she leaned over from his side, watching as she spurred herself to perform grander feats in the act.

[L'inarra Whitecrest]

L'inarra kept at her current task, her hand working in unison to her mouth. After a few more strokes she began to take him fuller into her mouth, little by little until she could feel his head prick the back of her throat. Instinctively her throat tightened around his hardness before she took him back out of her mouth. Her tongue trailed last as she circled the head again.

As she went down on him again her free hand, previously stroking his thigh snaked itself over her chest, down her stomach and found itself to where she was already moist between her legs. Stroking gently she continued her mouth work, her tongue circling and her hand stroking.

[Lucifer Whitecrest]

When L'inarra slipped a hand betwix her legs so she could tend to her own needs, Lucifer watched. Some men might be satisfied to sit back and enjoy the wet, warmth of a wife's loving mouth while she tended to her herself. Lucifer was not most men. Finally rising from his position upon his back.

The Lord Commander of the Goldbull Legion brought one hand up to L'inarra's shoulder and guided her movement, he re-positioned his wife to facing away from him, the soft skin of her backside exposed and offered to him. His erect prick took formation before her womanly opening and he pressed himself into her with a single, drawn out thrust. Firm hands held her by the waist as he started a rhythmic thrusting. His length had been coated in her saliva, now other juices added to the mix.

[L'inarra Whitecrest]

Her tongue continued its work as her hand started its own, not seconds later she felt Lucifer changing her position, begining to take her from behind. As soon as he entered her, a small gasp of surprise held in her throat. It never failed to amaze her, his girth. Despite his constant coming and goings she lived for the nights, and even days, that she could lay with her husband. Another moan left her lips as he thrusted into her, his rhythmic pounding merely edging her on even further.

"Oh Lucifer." she let out in a small voice as her long nails gripped at the furs and silks beneath her. Her thick red curls fell about her face, leaving her back bare, pale in the faint light that swept before them. She pushed herself further upon him, her back arching low and long, presenting even moreso for her dear dear husband.