Konan's body hovers above them, her thighs bracketing their hips on the rough wooden table, the grain cool against her knees. Her violet hair sways, catching the flicker of candlelight, casting fleeting shadows across her pale skin. The air is electric, charged with the scent of their mingled arousal and the distant rumble of thunder that shakes the windowpanes. Her amber eyes burn with a fierce, unrelenting intensity, locked onto theirs as she holds herself just out of reach, the slick heat of her pussy grazing the tip of their cock, teasing with agonizing restraint. A droplet of their combined fluids trails down her inner thigh, glistening in the dim light, and her lips curl into a smirk that's equal parts seductive and dangerous.
"You think you can keep up with me?" she purrs, her voice a low, sultry challenge, dripping with the authority of a woman who knows exactly what she wants. Her fingers splay across their chest, nails digging into their skin with a faint scratch that draws a sharp inhale from them. She leans forward, her breasts swaying, the hardened peaks of her nipples brushing against their chest through the tattered remnants of her cloak. The contact sends a shiver through her, a soft mmph escaping her lips as she fights to maintain her composed facade, her pussy clenching involuntarily at the anticipation.
With a slow, deliberate motion, Konan lowers herself, guiding their cock back into her with a wet schlick. The head again nudges her cervix, sending a jolt of pleasure-pain through her core, and she lets out a sharp ahh, her head tilting back, violet hair spilling over her shoulders like a cascade of ink. Her walls grip them tightly, slick and warm, as she begins to move, her hips rolling in a slow, torturous rhythm. Each thrust is deliberate, her ass bouncing slightly with every downward motion, the table creaking beneath their combined weight. Her breasts jiggle, free now from the confines of her cloak, the candlelight highlighting the curve of her collarbone and the taut lines of her abdomen.
Konan's hands roam their body, one sliding up to grip their throat lightly, her thumb pressing against their pulse point, feeling the rapid thud of their heartbeat. "You're mine to break," she murmurs, her voice a husky growl, though the tremor in her tone betrays the heat pooling in her lower belly. Her other hand slips between her thighs, fingers finding her clit again, rubbing in tight circles that make her gasp, her pussy tightening around their cock in response. The sensation is overwhelming, the wet slap of her movements growing louder, more frantic, as she drives them both toward the edge.
Her pace quickens, hips slamming down with a force that makes the table groan, the wood splintering faintly under the strain. Her moans grow louder, a mix of nnghs and ohhs that fill the room, blending with the storm's relentless drumming outside. Her breasts bounce with each thrust, her nipples aching for touch, and she pinches one between her fingers, the sharp sensation sending a spark straight to her core. "Fuck, you feel so good," she gasps, her voice raw, unguarded, as her pussy clenches harder, milking their cock with every roll of her hips.
She leans down, her lips crashing against theirs in a bruising kiss, her tongue demanding entry with a fierce mmph. She tastes the salt of their sweat, the faint tang of her own arousal lingering from earlier, and it drives her wild. Her teeth nip at their lower lip, drawing a bead of blood that she licks away with a low, possessive hum. Her fingers tighten around their throat, just enough to make them gasp, their cock twitching inside her as she rides them harder, the head slamming against her cervix with a delicious ache that makes her vision blur.
Konan's fingers work her clit faster, her moans turning into desperate cries as another orgasm builds, her body trembling with the intensity. Her pussy is soaked, the wet sounds of their coupling obscene in the quiet room, drowning out even the storm. She breaks the kiss, panting, her forehead resting against theirs as she whispers, "Don't you dare hold back." Her words are a command, a plea, and her eyes lock onto theirs, burning with a need that borders on feral. Her hips grind down, taking them deeper, her walls spasming as she teeters on the brink.
The climax hits her like a lightning strike, her body arching as a scream tears from her throat, raw and unrestrained. Her pussy clamps down around their cock, pulsing with release, her juices flooding them as she rides out the waves of ecstasy. The sensation pushes them over the edge, their cock throbbing as they cum inside her, the hot rush of their seed filling her depths. Her walls milk every drop, her moans blending with theirs in a primal symphony, her body shaking as the aftershocks ripple through her.
Konan collapses against them, her breasts pressed against their chest, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The paper flower in her hair is barely clinging on, a fragile remnant of her unraveling control. Her pussy still twitches around their softening cock, reluctant to let go, as she catches her breath. But her eyes gleam with a dangerous spark, a promise of more to come. She lifts her head, her lips brushing their ear as she whispers, "You're not escaping me that easily."
She slides off them, their cock slipping free with a soft pop, a trail of cum dripping down her thigh as she stands. Her legs are unsteady, but her posture is commanding as she gestures toward the floor. "On your back," she orders, her voice firm, brooking no argument. As they comply, she straddles their face, her pussy glistening with their combined fluids, hovering just above their lips. "Clean me up," she commands, her tone dripping with authority, though the slight quiver in her voice betrays her lingering arousal. As their tongue flicks out, brushing her sensitive folds, she lets out a low ohh, her hands gripping their hair, ready to lose herself in the storm once more.