Vanquishing
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Category:
G through L › Highlander
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
2,377
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Highlander: The Series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Luring
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Anon: just a little more luring snippet, just for you! I promise to not take so long with the next.
~*~
“Why do I have a feeling that you two have down this before?” MacLeod moaned from the bottom of the sandwich.
“With each other?” Methos chuckled, sliding slowly out, reveling in the sensation of passing over MacLeod’s erection with the barest separation of Mikayla’s membrane between them.
“We just met tonight,” Mikayla sighed, eyes closing in pleasure.
“Well, maybe not together then,” gasped the younger man at the pleasurable pressure from Methos’ return entry.
“Less talk, more luring,” commanded the gypsy woman, leaning forward to brush her hardened nipples against the muscled chest of the man below her. Methos used one hand to steady her hip, freeing Mac’s hand for a different purpose. Mac cupped her breast, rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Methos stretched easily to reach the opposite breast, pinching her with force. Mikayla arched her back in gratification; the contrast between soft and hard pressures a rewarding contrast which complemented her true nature. Tiny pulses of contractions tightened around both men as she shifted subtly from side to side.
“Stop that!” Mac yelped, abandoning his breast to seize her hips, halting her motions.
“Don’t stop,” growled Methos, pressing more forcefully forward.
Mikayla reared back, allowing Methos to wrap both arms around her, gracing the Scot with a beautifully rendered pornographic view, and pressing both sets of testicles attached to the men together. She reached out for MacLeod’s hands. He obliged with a hint of confusion in his sad dark eyes. Locking their fingers together, she used him as counterbalance while Methos pressed up and forward, lifting her slightly then sinking back down with delectable friction. All too soon, her muscles tightened down in a vise-like clamp, pulling one man with her into orgasmic bliss. With the grace of a cat, she settled her body over top MacLeod’s, tossing her hair over her shoulder to smile wickedly at the man behind her.
“Lure faster,” she purred.
“I live to serve.” Methos obliged with increased tempo.
Mikayla grabbed hold of MacLeod’s shoulders as more leverage. The roughness of Methos’ pounding inflamed Mikayla’s lust once more, her clit swelling, and abrading against MacLeod.
“Then lure harder too,” panted the glistening woman.
“Damn!” MacLeod swore as his interest also re-awakened with a vengeance.
Anon: just a little more luring snippet, just for you! I promise to not take so long with the next.
~*~
“Why do I have a feeling that you two have down this before?” MacLeod moaned from the bottom of the sandwich.
“With each other?” Methos chuckled, sliding slowly out, reveling in the sensation of passing over MacLeod’s erection with the barest separation of Mikayla’s membrane between them.
“We just met tonight,” Mikayla sighed, eyes closing in pleasure.
“Well, maybe not together then,” gasped the younger man at the pleasurable pressure from Methos’ return entry.
“Less talk, more luring,” commanded the gypsy woman, leaning forward to brush her hardened nipples against the muscled chest of the man below her. Methos used one hand to steady her hip, freeing Mac’s hand for a different purpose. Mac cupped her breast, rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Methos stretched easily to reach the opposite breast, pinching her with force. Mikayla arched her back in gratification; the contrast between soft and hard pressures a rewarding contrast which complemented her true nature. Tiny pulses of contractions tightened around both men as she shifted subtly from side to side.
“Stop that!” Mac yelped, abandoning his breast to seize her hips, halting her motions.
“Don’t stop,” growled Methos, pressing more forcefully forward.
Mikayla reared back, allowing Methos to wrap both arms around her, gracing the Scot with a beautifully rendered pornographic view, and pressing both sets of testicles attached to the men together. She reached out for MacLeod’s hands. He obliged with a hint of confusion in his sad dark eyes. Locking their fingers together, she used him as counterbalance while Methos pressed up and forward, lifting her slightly then sinking back down with delectable friction. All too soon, her muscles tightened down in a vise-like clamp, pulling one man with her into orgasmic bliss. With the grace of a cat, she settled her body over top MacLeod’s, tossing her hair over her shoulder to smile wickedly at the man behind her.
“Lure faster,” she purred.
“I live to serve.” Methos obliged with increased tempo.
Mikayla grabbed hold of MacLeod’s shoulders as more leverage. The roughness of Methos’ pounding inflamed Mikayla’s lust once more, her clit swelling, and abrading against MacLeod.
“Then lure harder too,” panted the glistening woman.
“Damn!” MacLeod swore as his interest also re-awakened with a vengeance.