Sunday, 10 January 2010

Super Smut Sunday!

A little more of Layla and Dray, this actually follows on from what was posted last week, as a Berserker Dragan has a very large appetite for sex, as a species they are bred and trained to channel all their emotions into either rage of battle or sexual tension, orgasm allows them to release that rage but to also see their souls.

“Don’t worry Lil,” he teased, “it’s only going to get better, I did a lot of training today.”

“A little worked up are we?” Layla asked as they quickly showered and dried themselves. Layla laughed as Dray picked her up and moved the into her bedroom, as he threw her down on the bed she continued to giggle, even when Dray growled at her and crawled up her body pinning her to the bed.

“I’d say at least a couple more rounds before I feel calm” He grinned down at her, “so do you think I could interest you in a little more?”

“I am certain I can squeeze you in!” Dray groaned at Layla’s bad pun, before kissing her into silence.

Layla continued to giggle as Dray pulled back and glared at her, “Lil, this is not the time for giggling” he said an exasperated tone giving an edge to his voice as he rolled over and lay on the bed next to her, know that he would get no further until her fit had subsided.

“I know,” she said as she sat up next to him moving to straddle his abdomen and taking his large hands in hers, “but you looked to cute, like a little boy who had been given his favourite toy.”

“Who says I haven’t been given my favourite toy” Dragan grumbled.

“Dray, I am not a toy,” Layla warned, sobering for a moment.

“Baby, who says I was talking about you.” He countered, “While you were having your briefing with Freyja, we had our own with Odin, and we have been gifted time on Earth, well mortal Earth, free time to do with as we please, to take whomever we please,” he drawled looking Layla in the eye.

Layla dropped Dragan’s hands and placed her own on his chest, she felt his hands move to her waist as he sat up under her and pulled her closer, “really?” she asked eagerly, followed quickly by a quizzical “why?”

“To try and draw out the succubus threat, all I have to do is log in when I want to go and if I will be going alone,” he moved his hands up to cup the sides of Layla’s breasts, his thumbs cupping underneath and moving to stroke her skin. “I wanted to share my good news with you, as I can’t think of anyone I would rather take.” Layla ran her hand through his hair and cupped the back of his neck.

“Yes” she whispered as she leaned in to kiss him, pulling away as Dray attempted to deepen the kiss. “You do know a way to charm a girl,” she said as she kissed her way down his neck, “but I know a sure fire way to calm you, and you didn’t need to dangle a shopping trip in front of me,” she chastised gently, “you’re my best friend silly, all you had to do is ask,” she said with a wicked grin as she pushed him back on the bed as kissed her way down his chest, avoiding Dragan’s hands as they tried to direct her or hurry her up. “You could have gone to a wench if you wanted fast and immediate relief, Dray,” she said as she sat up.

“Baby, why the fuck would I want a wench, over your slow torture,” he groaned and grinned at her; Dragan thought he was going to explode if she didn’t hurry, he could feel his heart racing, his blood boiling, he was still wound as tight as a spring, his earlier orgasm only touching the surface, his emotions were still high from training in berserk mode. Layla was right, if he’d wanted immediate relief he would have been better off with a wench than this torture, but fuck he loved her torture. He could feel her slow arduous journey down his body, as she took his shaft into her mouth and his balls into her hand he arched off the bed. “Fuck Lil” he grated as she ran her tongue round the crown before drawing the tip back into the warm sweet cavern of her mouth, moving down to take all of him, bobbing up in down in a slow rhythm testing his restraint.

Layla released his shaft with a pop, replacing her mouth with her hand as she turned her attention to his balls, rolling them in her warm mouth before licking her way up the length of his shaft, as she took the tip between her lips she moaned and hummed, working the length with her hand as she suckled the tip. Dray felt his balls grow tight as he exploded into her mouth.

Layla swallowed as Dray filled her mouth before withdrawing from his softening penis and kissing her way up his chest; she was already turned on and knew he would return the favour; she could feel the wetness coating the top of her thighs as she crawled up his body and straddled his abdomen. “Feeling better?” she asked before lowering her mouth to his.