Shamattar

Are my crystals not beautiful enough for you? I consider you a pearl.

“It isn’t only the speed at which Shamattar fucks. It’s isn’t only the strength, or the depth, or the angle. It isn’t only the hand at my wrists, holding me quivering but stable, or his fingers in my hair, in my mouth, at my throat. It isn’t only the scent of him as he squeezes my nostrils tight, or the way he lifts me from position to position, his cock always deep inside me. It isn’t only the way the weight of him squashes me when I am beneath him, or how easily he lifts me so that he might fuck me with my back against the wall. It isn’t only the way he curls his head down towards mine, so that his tongue at my lips can bring me to a hot pitch even as he fucks me. It isn’t the ease with which he makes me cum, or gets me hard again, his cock still inside me as he continues to fuck.”