In some… superficial sense, Itvasme could understand why Sally had done what she did.
Perhaps it was an impulse. An innocent naïveté.
But still. In her worldview, such a thing should not have been possible.
Sally had clearly… chosen. Because the alternative, to just do nothing, to Itvasme, was so evidently the easier, more reasonable path. It fact, as far as she was concerned… it was a no-brainer.
Why did Sally do what she did? Itvasme genuinely didn't know, and it was a puzzle that would continue to loop and repeat in her mind as she sought a solution, something that would solve this inexplicable act.
Still. The main thing was that she was Alive.
"Mm. Yes, I do owe Sally for that." Itvasme whispers, even as she still slides forwards on her hands and knees, still sensual, still stunned.
Darken feels… deeply.
She is beautiful. Seriously. Stunning. She hits him in every hotspot, lights him up through every line.
And he knows, that right now; if he just guides her, gently, and then firmly and intentionally, she… absolutely won't resist. She can't. She won't. She is willing, and wanting. And She… this gorgeous, stunning, breathtaking beauty will be his. All his, to enjoy.
[Author's Note: The following section contains graphic imagery and is for mature audiences only. Skip ahead to the last paragraph for the story ✨]
He imagines it. Holding her, his fingers graze her hair gently, as she shivers… electric with want and need… and then he slowly, purposefully, trails downwards, teasing and fondling her down below…
And then, as soft exhales of pleasure escape her lips, he leads her… firmly… this shaken, stunning Grand Dark Rizzard… down on her knees…
I know what you want. But first…
Then he takes it out. Rock Hard. Throbbing. Pulsing. Leaking with lust and need, and already, swollen, engorged with soon-to-be-spilled seed…
And then. Itvasme is suddenly so… shy. She is flushed even as Her eyes are now heated with her desire, but also holding a hint of hesitation… but Darken handles her… just as he simultaneously handles his hardened, hot, rod and begins to slide it against her exquisite, delicate features…
"Mmmnghhh…"
There is a brief, split-second moment… where her hesitancy hangs in the balance, but then Itvasme goes with her guide, playing into a flirtatious, token show of 'not wanting it', knowing how much Darken loves the act, letting him rub his rock hard girth against her cheek and all over her lovely face and probing for entry at her currently-kept-closed lips, as she continues to play the reluctant good girl, purposely keeping her mouth stubbornly sealed, loving how much she can imagine this mysterious masked man wanting it, revelling in the perverse power she has over him, denying him access to what he so badly craves…
But this staged 'resistance' is only for a few moments…
After teasing him, looking up at him with those stunning, beautiful eyes, she settles herself on her knees, her rucked-up skirt flaring up aesthetically behind showcasing the fullness of her curve, her panties, and her flawless, fresh figure…
"Aah…" As she kneels, she opens her mouth, showing off her lovely, long, languid tongue, knowing exactly how much she is ruining this masked man… and then, letting the moment of desperate desire build, before cradling, coaxing and draping long slender fingers around and over his ligneous length, and finally lacing his shaft, starting from the base, with the tip of her tongue, maintaining bewitching, sensual eye contact even as she pauses with her tongue poised at his tip, stalling as she slows, delaying the full taking of the whole desperately distended head into her hot, honeyed mouth, even as she continues teasing his tip with her tongue, glancing up to enjoy his shuddering reactions, even as the masked man involuntarily spasms and twitches from the sublime stimulus of her teasing, talented touch …
But. This is way too much teasing for Darken, who growls even as he roughly grabs her head and thrusts in all the way, making her take every inch of his long length across her lovely, loving luscious rosy lips, loving the feeling of filling this gorgeous beautiful dream girl's maiden mouth and throat as he wishes, even as she continues to look up at him with eyes hazed with lust and grateful need.
Her cute eyes widen and a few tears even spring and leak from the corners and trickle down her face from the sweet shock and from the swift suddenness of Darken's sheer size slamming into her petite palate, but she complies, sinking into the sweet submissiveness that she knows this scenario wants, demands and expects, staying on her now rocking, reddened knees, her hands clutching and twisting at the hem of her short shift as Darken throat-f***s her, savouring her, devastating her, ravaging her as she craves, sliding his slick shaft in and out, in acquiescing accordance with his will and want…
Mmmm... Darken grabs Itvasme's head and one-sidedly *uses* her for his pleasure, drinking in the sweetness of the moment, drinking in the glorious sight of this beautiful woman on her knees in her Dark Rizzard's attire just the way he likes, her smouldering eyes meeting his with pure submissive sweetness and obedience, as he gradually slides in and out, building until he boils over and breaks beyond, bursting and cresting into his first climax of what will be many, his lava-like load spilling hot into her mouth which is milking him as if made-to-measure, both hands holding her head in place by handfuls of her hair as he empties, making her take and hold every drop of his seed, even as her hands clutch tightly at his pants her head tilted back in perfect position to placate his pressing, pulsing pleasure…
"Show me" Darken says as he pulls out, slick threads of sticky c*m stranding from his head to Itvasme's lips, savouring the sight of Itvasme's eyes bright, flecked and glazed - as will her face also become, shortly after, after he blows again and again… but for now, her fresh face is flushed, even as she obeys, again saying 'Aah' and showing Darken his thick, white, glistening unload in her mouth and on her tongue.
Then, still looking at him the whole time with loving eyes, she swallows, and shows him again, her tongue out alongside a kept, consenting, fun, playful expression, enjoying being wanted, desired, and taken just as she wants...
"Aah…"
There is not a drop left.
"Good girl." Darken praises.
"Now it's your turn."
He takes Itvasme to the bed, and she goes on all fours allowing him to enjoy the full view, the full form of her breathtaking body, and her lovely long legs, aesthetically clothed in her short shift and cloak framing her perfect ass, her panties just tastefully showing from underneath...
Darken burrows his face in that premium position, enjoying teasing and licking her in return, until she is ready…
And then, finally, it is Itvasme's turn to get the release that she has been craving.
Itvasme gasps as the long length slides inside her, Darken starts slow, but the masked man soon sets a pulsing, piston-ing pace which pushes her into a paroxysmal paradise, as she feels herself losing her mind from the sensation, the fullness, and the pleasure of being wanted, craved, desired, and filled just as she so very badly needs…!!!
Ahhhhhgh !!!!!?! Itvasme's eyes begin to roll back, and Darken flips her from doggy-style to missionary, so her can better see this beautiful, perfect woman's every expression and reaction as she is taken and claimed by him.
Initially, her long supple shapely legs are splayed apart, but Darken places them on his shoulders allowing him to hit and hammer her hot insides at a subtly different angle whilst enjoying the view of her lovely form beneath him, and sending her into sweet sensual spasms of endless ecstasy.
Ungggghhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Itvasme's eyes roll back even as her tongue, still slick with the residue of Darken's earlier spilled offering, sticks out of her mouth, and her delicate and slender hands coalesce into doubled, involuntary, twin peace signs, adding another insane dimension of hotness to the already insane, dream-scene even as Darken hammers her to the hilt…
Perfect… Itvasme is so perfect…
The Grand Dark Rizzard knows exactly what a guy likes, what Darken likes, and so even when they are both at the heights of pleasure, somehow both pleasure and psychology are still at play, their hands scramble and search for each other as their fingers twine, interlocking and interlacing, even as their bodies blend into sweet oneness, as they completely combine, melt, and ascend, into even greater heights of mutual satisfaction.
-And so, in this sensual supernova, Darken ruins Itvasme, in the way she wants, and surrenders himself to the starburst of sensuality, in the way he wills…
In the aftermath, Darken holds her close, whilst Itvasme also snuggles closer, sated, still shaking, their minds and bodies blending into a bliss that they both know is temporary, but nevertheless consummately sweet, soothing, and seemingly, satisfying.
"Itvasme… you're amazing. You're beautiful." Darken kisses her damp hair, smeared with sweat and sperm, from where he has *sprayed* her earlier, marking her with his musk, as indelibly his, from a prior segment of their sensual session....
"…I-I don't even know what you look like."
Itvasme says quietly.
Her breathing has steadied, but after the high of bodily release wears off, she somehow feels more lonely, and more vulnerable than ever.
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Darken plays out the scenario in his mind.
… It is so achingly, tantalizingly close…
No.
Not like this.
This is real life. Not a fantasy.
He breathes, calming himself.
Itvasme is shocked. Perhaps yes, he could give her - and himself - temporarily relief, and unforgettable pleasure … but he knows, deep down, that this just would be an escape, ultimately causing more harm than help.
Itvasme right now is shocked. Hurting. Vulnerable.
And if he really was a true Rizzmaster, then he knew - a true Rizzmaster didn't take advantage of others like this, even when they thought they wanted to be taken advantage of.
Immediately, as he processes this reality, he gradually calms down.
"Itvasme… you are beautiful. And I want to help you very much."
With that, Darken sweeps her into a hug, one full of warmth, and complete non-neediness.
He doesn't want anything like that, anything physical from her right now. He just wants her to calm down, and stabilize.
And then.
He will see if it might be possible... perhaps.
To give this Grand Dark Rizzard…
…What she truly wants~ ✨