Wylis leaned down slowly, his massive frame towering over her tall but slender one, his face descending as though he meant to claim her mouth in a fierce kiss. A faint, predatory smile curved his lips when Dacey instinctively tilted her head upward, willingly meeting him halfway, her breath quickening with anticipation.
At the last moment, he stopped, leaving only a sliver of space between their lips, their warm breaths mingling.
While she waited, his right hand reached behind her and snatched the coiled rope from the dresser behind her back.
"Let's begin with a leash, then."
He caught her arms one by one and pulled them firmly behind her back. The rough rope bit into her wrists as he bound them tight together. He then looped the other end around her neck, cinching it just enough to force her elbows high and her spine straight.
The position arched her chest forward and locked her hands against the middle of her back, leaving her front completely open. The rope pressed into her skin with every small shift.
Dacey did not attempt to struggle. If anything, the restraint seemed to excite her. She licked her soft lips slowly, that knowing, teasing smile playing across her lips as her dark eyes burned up at him.
"Now, since the bear's all tied, time we check the flesh."
"Flesh?" Dacey asked back, standing in place, arms tight.
"This."
Wylis stepped closer. His right hand rose to clasp her throat gently over the tight rope, squeezing with just enough pressure to make her pulse jump, before sliding downward. His calloused fingers traced her sharp collarbone and then cupped one of her small, firm breasts, kneading the soft mound.
He squeezed and explored, his large hand more than enough to cover the trembling hill entirely. There was no smallcloth under her tunic; his rough palm found her tight nipple already hardened into a sensitive peak. All the while, he kept his gaze locked on hers, drinking in every flicker of arousal that crossed her face.
His left hand came up, spread on one side of her face, and his thumb pressed into her mouth. She bit him gently with her pearly whites, and he let her.
"Curves." He muttered as his hand moved over her waist and reached for her hips.
His hand continued, gliding over her narrow waist and the subtle flare of her hips. He reached behind to give her tight ass a firm squeeze before sliding back to the front and pressing boldly between her legs, his broad palm cupping the heat of her hidden core through the thin fabric.
"Since when do bears start wearing clothes?" He asked, pressing his forehead against hers, their noses brushing as his hungry stare matched her own. "Mind if I return you to nature?"
"Hmm…" Dacey answered by rolling her hips forward, deliberately grinding herself against the thick, hardening bulge of his cock.
She rose onto her toes, extended her tongue, and dragged a slow, wet lick across his cheek before whispering in his ear. "Since when did the hunter start asking before… skinning?"
Wylis kept his expression calm, but internally, he was taken aback by this side of Dacey. He had expected a fierce, wild one, a strong woman, but this was… different. This sort of roleplay, he didn't expect it. He reckoned she was one of those dominating ones, but the truth was the opposite.
This playful surrender from such a strong woman was far more intoxicating than he had anticipated.
Scrrrr!
With a sudden, powerful yank, he tore her tunic apart from the collar straight down. Since the rope kept her arms pinned behind her, he shredded the rest of the garment off her arms in rough pulls, exposing her bare skin to the warm air.
Her skin glowed under the warm candlelight, every lean line of her toned body on full display. Slim, wiry muscle shifted under soft skin as Wylis ran both large hands over her, palms greedily scraping across her small breasts, squeezing them.
"Ummm…"
Wylis ignored her soft, needy moan and focused on her cherry-red nipples, flicking and rolling the stiff peaks between his digits. His palms kneaded the doughy flesh before sliding lower, marveling at her narrow waist and the faint ridges of hard-earned abs on her flat belly.
He dragged one palm down over those abs and slipped straight under the waistband of her breeches and smallcloth.
His fingers found smooth, bald skin and the scorching heat of her pussy. His middle finger curled, slipping between her warm petals and rubbed firmly over her soaked entrance, coating itself in her leaking nectar.
"Oh…" Dacey finally writhed, hips twitching helplessly at the touch.
Wylis pushed her back until her bound body pressed flat against the dresser. He kept rubbing her soaked pussy inside her breeches with slow, possessive strokes while finally claiming her mouth in a hot, wet kiss.
With her hands tied, she could only take what he gave, and he gave a lot. Their lips crushed together, open and messy, as her eager tongue slithered out to tangle with his. Struggling to dominate, their dance battled in a messy, squelching clash.
As they devoured each other's mouths, his finger dipped inside her tight, throbbing cunt, stroking deep. He felt her long legs tremble and weaken.
Wylis was achingly hard now, the hour was late, and he saw no reason to hold back any longer. She wanted this, and he wanted it too.
"Turn."
He broke the kiss, pulled his glistening fingers free, and spun her around roughly until her cheek pressed flush against the dresser door. Grabbing the waistband of her breeches with both hands, he tore them apart with a savage rip and shoved the ruined fabric down her long legs. He watched as Dacey kicked her boots off herself, eager and impatient.
In moments, Dacey Mormont stood completely naked, bound and breathing hard.
Wylis shoved his own breeches down and kicked them aside, his girthy cock springing free while he kept his tunic on. Maybe he just wanted a quick one, or maybe he was impatient himself; either way, his cock was already urging him forward like a rabid beast.
He seized the loose rope between her bound wrists and neck like a handle and guided her to the center of the room. There, he pushed her torso forward, using the rope to help her balance as she bent at the waist. From behind, he could see her smooth, naked body, lanky and narrow-hipped, but the height and tight lines of her body were perfect.
With his other hand, he gripped his massive cock, bent his knees, and pushed forward.
Ugh! Tight!
Wylis felt it as the warm, slick heat of her cunt enveloped his swollen crown. Even with her juices coating him, she was impossibly tight in this standing position, her thighs pressed close together. He looked up at her bound arms and the dark hair spilling down her back as he nudged his swollen head between her petals, prying her open, stretching her slowly.
"Oh! Big! That's big!" Dacey's back arched, a real sting flashing through her entire body. "Tearing me… open."
"Ain't so easy being… pretty little thing, is it?" Wylis growled, gripping the rope tighter with one hand and her narrow hip with the other. He mercilessly snapped his hips forward.
"Aaaaah! Gods!"
He buried his flesh sword halfway inside her and started thrusting back and forth in slow, heavy strokes. The feeling of her clenching petals scraping around his cock and bumpy veins was otherworldly. Wet and filthy as her cunt gradually loosened around his thick girth, taking him deeper with every thrust.
"Mmmm… Ungh… You… are… Oh! A man… like–-" Halfway, Dacey's words turned into broken nonsense. Her tongue lolled out shamelessly, drool slipping from her lips and dripping onto the stone floor as her dark hair tossed wildly with every thrust.
Plap! Plap!
Wylis soon fucked her with his brutal length. He pulled back until only the fat crown stretched her entrance, then rammed forward to the hilt, his heavy pelvis slapping hard against the soft, doughy flesh of her pert ass.
He reveled in the view of her smooth back arching, every lean muscle flexing under her pale skin as he railed her.
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" Each sharp, nasal cry punched out of her throat in time with his powerful plunges.
Then suddenly, the rhythm changed.
Dacey suddenly started throwing her hips back to meet him, slamming her ass against his crotch and taking him deeper than before. Her narrow hips rolled and swayed with desperate hunger, her pert asscheeks even rippling from just how hard they collided.
Plap! Plap!
She kept backing onto him, ruthlessly fucking herself on his thick cock as if she was possessed by lust itself. She was impossibly tight, and she only grew tighter as her climax built.
He felt her cunt clamped down around his girthy shaft, pulsing and squeezing so hard it bordered on painful, like punching into walls that were closing in. An aching, delicious pressure he had rarely felt before.
Slosh!
Dacey fucked herself roughly onto his cock, driving back with frantic greed even as her juices squirted, splashing messy sprays around his pistoning shaft. Even as she felt her insides shifting, she kept inching back in small steps.
"You… weren't a maiden… I hope."
"Hah! Don't worry, my… ah-lord! I'm not that… virtuous."
Wylis chuckled and shifted them without pulling out. He moved back to the edge of the bed, sat down, and spread his thick legs, lowering Dacey's hips onto his cock while at it.
Still, Dacey was trying to control it, pumping her ass up and down his rigid length.
She wriggled her hips frantically. And he was truly close to a release.
"Let's end this now."
"Oooooh! I like… a strong man," she cooed.
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