Lord of the realm

Odessa's hands held them together, pressing herself against his dick, her touch firm yet gentle, amplifying the intimacy of their connection.

The chair creaked softly as Jaenor moved, his rhythm slow and deliberate, their shared breaths mingling with the crackle of the fire.

He could feel the soft and lush breasts slide over his long, thick cock. He moved faster, making them shake with extra eroticness.

Jaenor groaned when he felt like he was about to cum. He stopped moving.

Then leaned down to kiss her.

"Jaenor," Odessa breathed, her voice a low purr as she tilted her head back, exposing the long line of her neck. The boy's lips were hot against her skin, his hands trembling as they roamed over her body.

"You truly are one little sex deviant."

He paused, his breath uneven, and he chuckled.

She laughed softly, a sound that was both velvet and steel.

Odessa shifted, her full hips grinding against him as she pulled him closer. The robe slipped further down her shoulders, the fabric barely clinging to her curves. Her breasts pressed against his chest, their stiff nipples brushing against him.

She could feel his heartbeat racing.

The house around them was silent, save for the crackling of the hearth.

The living room was bathed in the warm glow of firelight, shadows dancing across the walls. Jaenor had been sitting on her lap, his long legs awkwardly splayed as he tried to match her rhythm.

But now, she was taking control.

Her hands slid down his body, feeling the lean muscles. He gasped as she wrapped her fingers around his cock, the length of it springing free, thick and throbbing with need.

"God!!" he whispered, his eyes wide.

Then he moved; now standing before her, he held her thighs and positioned himself at the entrance of her wet pussy. She was stroking him.

"Yes," she murmured, guiding him to her entrance.

"This is what you've been wanting, isn't it?"

He nodded, too overwhelmed to speak.

The heat between her legs was unbearable, aching for him. He lowered himself into her slowly, savoring the tightness as he filled her. His hands gripped her thighs, his fingers digging into her flesh as he hissed through clenched teeth.

"That's it," she encouraged, her voice husky.

"Take what's yours."

He thrust into her, burying himself deep inside her.

The sensation was electric, a sharp sting of pleasure that made her moan. Her nails raked down his back, leaving faint red trails as she moved with him, her hips rolling in time with his erratic thrusts.

He fucked her slowly, taking time, slow at first, then faster with time passed.

The sound of thighs slapping her thighs filled the room, mingling with their ragged breaths. Her breasts bounced with each thrust.

"You're… incredible," he managed to say, his voice breaking.

She smirked, telling him to lean down to take his lips in a searing kiss. Her tongue explored his mouth, claiming him as thoroughly as he was claiming her body. Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as he slammed her harder.

The firelight flickered across their entwined bodies, casting them in a golden hue.

Odessa's head fell back as pleasure built within her, coiling tight like a spring ready to snap.

She could feel him growing more desperate before her, his thrusts becoming more urgent.

"Come for me," she commanded, her voice a whisper that carried the weight of demand.

He obeyed, his body shuddering as he spilled inside her, his cock pulsing with each wave of his climax. She followed shortly after, her walls clenching around him as she cried out, her body trembling with the force of it.

They stayed like that for a moment, locked together as their breathing slowed.

Then she leaned back, her lips curling into a satisfied smile.

"Now," she said, her voice dripping with mischief, "ready for more?"

The room still hummed with the residue of their first joining, the air thick with the scent of sweat and shared desire.

Odessa's lips curved into a sly smile as she rose from the chair, her robe sliding down her shoulders to pool at her feet.

She stood in all glory in front of him. Her black hair fell back, with her braid loose. Eyes full of lust for him and lips red with lust. Her massive tits swayed as she moved, enticing Jaenor, and the narrow waist had a deep creamy navel. Then her wide hips with a huge rack of an ass filled with tautness wiggled at her every moment. A triangle bush was trimmed neatly on top of her thin, slender pink lips.

Those thicc thighs could strangle the life out of him, and he wished she wrapped them around his head as he dove into her cave.

Staring at her naked erotic body, he was at full attention in no time.

Her body glowed in the firelight, every curve a testament to her confidence and experience. She turned to Jaenor, his youthful face flushed and eager for more, and gestured toward the heavy oak table in the center of the room.

"Come here," she purred, her voice low and commanding.

Jaenor obeyed without hesitation, his long legs carrying him to her in a few quick strides, his phallus swaying.

Odessa leaned back against the table, the edge pressing into the softness of her thighs; her ass was placed on the table.

She spread her legs, inviting him in, her eyes locking onto his with a gaze that dared him to take what he wanted.

He leaned down before her and started kissing her leg. He slowly moved up her thigh, his hands caressing it.

Then he stood up.

He stepped between her legs, his hands caught hold of her hip curves, and he mauled them.

"You're ready for more, tiger?" she asked, though her tone suggested she already knew the answer.

"Yes," he breathed, his voice thick with need.

Odessa's hands gripped his wrists, guiding them to her breasts.

"Then show me," she whispered.

Jaenor's fingers twitched against her flesh before he leaned in, capturing one nipple in his mouth. He suckled greedily, his tongue flicking over the peak as his hands kneaded the softness of her curves.

Odessa moaned, her head falling back as pleasure rippled through her. She grabbed his hair, encouraging him to take more, her hips already rocking against his hardness.

"Enough," she gasped after a moment, pushing him back slightly.

"I want you inside me."

Jaenor straightened, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

Odessa reached between them, wrapping her hand around his thick length.

She stroked him slowly, savoring the way he shuddered beneath her touch.

"Now," she said, positioning him at her entrance.

"Fuck me!!"

He didn't need to be told twice.

With a groan, Jaenor thrust into her, burying himself to the hilt in one swift motion.

Odessa cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders as he filled her completely.

He began to move, his hips snapping against hers in a rhythm that was raw and untamed.

The table creaked beneath them, its sturdy frame barely containing the force of their passion.

Odessa arched her back, her breasts bouncing with each thrust.

"Harder!" she demanded, her voice rising with every word.

Jaenor obliged, his movements growing more frantic. His cock plunged into her again and again, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room.

Odessa's breath came in short, sharp gasps, her body writhing beneath him as pleasure threatened to overwhelm her.

"You feel so good," Jaenor muttered, his voice strained. "So tight."

Odessa's laughter was breathy and low.

"And you're so big," she teased, reaching up to cup his face.

"But don't stop."

He didn't.

Their bodies moved together in a chaotic dance, each thrust driving them closer to the edge. Odessa wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper still. Her moans grew louder and more urgent until finally, she cried out, her body shuddering as she came.

Jaenor followed soon after, his release spilling into her with a guttural groan.

They stayed like that for a moment, panting and sticky with sweat.

Then Odessa pushed him back, a wicked gleam in her eyes.

"Not done yet," she said, sliding off the table and dropping to her knees.

Jaenor's eyes widened as she took him into her mouth, her lips wrapping around his shaft.

She moved slowly at first, savoring every inch of him, before picking up the pace. Her tongue swirled around the tip, coaxing him back to full hardness as her hands gripped his hips.

Jaenor's breaths grew ragged, his fingers tangling in her hair as she worked him over.

When he was ready again, Odessa rose to her feet and spun around, bending over the table. "Take me from behind," she ordered.

Jaenor complied without hesitation, grabbing her hips and slamming into her.

His thrusts were even more forceful this time, driving her forward with each movement.

He slapped her on the ass each time he thrust into her.