Despite the roughness with which Yugam thrust his finger in and out of Moonsong, and the mind-boggling miasma of pollen that had made both lose all sense of reason, he was careful in his ministrations. Every stroke against her slick inner walls, the amount of pressure with which his thumb had pressed upon and teased her clit, measured and calculated, which sharply contrasted the shivering woman beneath him. At first, she'd tried to keep herself quiet, but between the intoxicating aphrodisiac, and the way Yugam knew to draw out those cries of pleasure, she had not been able to keep herself quiet for very long. Least of all when she began to convulse in orgasm.
Yugam slowed down as he let Moonsong recover, though his fingers had never stopped moving, intent on keeping her aroused, the deep flush of her face enticing him to continue, to hold her in that state. When the older woman had caught her breath, she looked at him lustfully, biting her lower lip and trying to push him onto the bed. He didn't resist, knowing that it was simply her turn to repay him. The man let his finger slip from the woman's depths as she forced him to sit and she got to her knees.
The feverish way in which she rushed to unbutton his pants and undress him was almost clumsy, but in an attractive way. It was attractive when an attractive woman wanted you, even if it was only because of the mind-altering drug they were inhaling. Or maybe it was because of that, Yugam didn't have enough of a thought to care. He kicked off the clothing as soon as they'd been pulled down far enough to do so, unbuttoning his shirt as the idol gripped his
schlong and did her best to please him.
He tossed his shirt onto the floor, both of them now equally undressed as she fumbled her way around his cock. Inexperience led to brief hisses of pain, which were always followed by low, threatening growls of warning. His mind was too drug-addled to care for words.
Eventually, the Hunter decided he'd had enough, and that Moonsong was ready to give up on pleasing him with her hands as he had to her. There he had her beat. A hand ran itself through her dark hair, resting itself on the back of her head for a moment before he urged her to draw nearer to the stiff club of meat between his legs. Moonsong was all too eager to comply with the man's directions.
She started with just her tongue, eagerly licking up and down his length, earning herself short grunts of approval as small shockwaves of pleasure radiated through his body. Before long, she had his tip between her lips, her tongue lapping at it like it was candy. The man closed his eyes and another low sound rumbling from his throat as he enjoyed himself, his sense of touch heightened due to the effects of the pollen in the air. Despite this, it was clear that woman clearly knew how to use her mouth better than her hands.
To say that she progressed slowly would've been an overstatement, but Moonsong took just enough time to get used this new experience before taking more of him into her mouth. And then a little more. And then more. Yugam relished in the wonderful sensation of his cock between Moonsong's soft lips, and the way she eagerly sucked him into her mouth, trying to fit as much as she could down her throat. It was almost a shame that she couldn't fit the whole thing into her mouth, but between the things she was doing with her mouth, and the way she looked up at him, loving, almost desperate for his approval, Yugam was in no position to complain.
His orgasm rushed up to him with surprising speed. Almost at once, he could feel it coming, and then cresting over him, his body tensing, the muscles of his abdomen contracting as his sight began to blur. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Yugam was vaguely aware of a muffled, surprised gasp coming from Moonsong as she eagerly drank from him. He poured his cream into her mouth as she continued to suckle at his cock. As his orgasm subsided, and his body regained it's consciousness, Yu became aware of the fact that Moonsong was lapping at the leftovers that had been left behind, refusing to let any go to waste. The man couldn't help but smile drunkenly with satisfaction at her, hazed eyes watching her as she cleaned his somehow still stiff member. She wanted more. And neither had he been satisfied.
The Hunter stood from the bed before reaching down and grabbing Moonsong's arm and pulling her to her feet. A hand on her hips, the man forced Moonsong to bend over at the waist, her chest pressing into the soft bed as his rough hand firmly pressed between her shoulder blades. Just a little time was wasted with Moonsong in this vulnerable position. After all, how could the Hunter not toy with his prey just a little longer before taking what was his. Deft fingers dipped in between the woman's legs, coaxing out more of those lust-filled moans as he breathed in the heady scent of sex and drugs.
Once satisfied that the woman was ready Moonsong would be able to feel a hefty weight pressing against her, threatening to pierce her body. He drew back just slightly, and with one powerful thrust, he entered her.
