I Like The Way...(Black Severin vs Iris Natchios [D])

[DSX93]

She was trying so. Hard! Severin wrapped his free arm around her and pulled her into a warm embrace, bringing their bodies as close as he could, and helping himself to a heartier faceful of those soft, amazing breasts. Her seizure of his hair squeezed a primal grunt out of him. The sound was muffled as he continued his work, reverberating through her form. A subtle trick he learned about in a conversation with Alix a few days ago.

He figured he'd ask for a few recommendations from one of the masters, since they're cool. A few things he could bring to his Lady, but he's gonna use them in the competition too.

Worked some magic for him there, and it's working for him here. Severin could feel the goosebumps forming on her skin. How her heart was trying to pound its way out of her chest. Ooh, and her breathing, getting hotter and heavier by the second! And that death grip she had on his hair -- fuck yes!

Iris wasn't giving any more commands, but the masked lover understood the assignment nonetheless. He needed to turn this around, literally. Shift his weight to the side and roll her onto her back, moving the hand that was working her other breast to rest beneath her head, making it a makeshift pillow for her. His other arm would remain around her waist. Gentle. Romantic. The style his fans have come to know and love.

With that done, it would be time to get a better fill of the Weaver. He'd begin a trail of kisses inside that valley of cleavage, right at the bottom of the rose she'd tattooed into it. Stem, leaves, and petals all, lingering just a bit longer on her bared buxom before working his way up, slowing down when he made it to her neck and progressed towards an ear, giving it a nibble before his whispers brought his minted breath washing over it. "It's okay." His soft lips peppered their way to her other, which would receive the same treatment. "We're still in the regular stage, so it doesn't count. You're free."

And just then, an idea came to him: Switches. Every alternative girl he's met thus far -- Keira, Daeva, and Alix -- were all switches. What about Iris?

Let's find out.

After being freed from their positions beneath her, his hands would find their way to her neck. He's done this enough times now to have a good feel for the right amount of pressure to apply. To focus his squeeze at the sides; cutting off the flow of blood, not air. He wanted to leave that intake intact for this.

This still feels so new. So...strange. Not quite at the level of "wrong", but it wasn't his usual role. He loves being the submissive. He loves being the one being choked. But his experiences with taking dominant positions in his Hentai matches has awakened something inside of him that he wants to explore further.

Taking control of a woman...Holding her in the palm of his hand, feeling her energy shrinking underneath his -- the masculine looming over the feminine and fulfilling that natural, primal directive...God, it's been a lot sexier to him than he thought it'd be. After a hot, shuddering breath to compose himself for the role, he'd cast the most powerful gaze he could muster and lock it onto her green eyes.

"So let go." His tone was firm. As much a command as it was an invitation, accompanied with rolls of the hips that had his leather-clad hardness pressing into the soft material that was keeping her most intimate spot away from him now. It was right there, but still so far. Maddening from the first thrust onwards -- if only this shit was out of the way...A low growl would voice his mounting desire and self-imposed frustration the next time he opened his mouth to speak. To give her more direction.

"Moan for me."

[Galahad]

No matter how thoroughly focused Iris had arrived to that suite room, her concentration had been slipping around for some time. She started by having a heavily wrestling focus, aiming at physically overpowering her rival with some grappling, but soon enough and despite her attempts to keep it standard for a while Severin’s chivalrous personality slowly made a dent in Iris’ resistance and soon enough she was craving for his touch. From there she started spiralling down, first showing some dominance but that control slowly fading into nothing when she started losing her center and becoming more and more enticed by that man’s thoroughly sweet treatment to her breasts!

Now Iris was trapped in a delicous predicament as Severin was capable to work through her control over the situation since her only movement lately was to get a grip on his hair that was weakening by the second. “Omph!” Using how she was frozen in place, Severin went to flip positions, leaving Iris gasping in surprise as she was laid to rest on her back while Severin towered over her like a dedicated lover. Her heavy breathing turned to panting when that man started trailing with delicate kisses all along her bust, Iris biting her two lips shut while trying to endure, but that was becoming an almost impossible task. Only a smidgeon of self-control prevented the Weaver from completely losing herself to her desire even when he nibbed her ear and whispered how it was okay to let go. God, was that man irresistible!

It was at that moment when Severin’s next movement would change the situation for good. Just when Iris was starting to think about how to regain the upper position the man’s expression changed while he stared at her with a gaze that implied he was in control now, suddenly inviting and commanding her to let go and moan. Was that man suddenly switching? He was! The moment Severin’s hands wrapped around her neck, when she noticed that gentle but firm amount of pressure on her blood stream, her pupils immediately went dilated, her lips partly open in her surprise at the unfolding of the situation while she looked at Severin with craving. Her eyes would say everything, but her arousal couldn't prevent her from giving a slight nod in approval, as if telling him it was okay. “Yes Daddy...”, she would say with a long drawn pant that became an excited moan midway through it. The teasingly good touch between their clothed groins wasn’t enough anymore as Iris squirmed around in an attempt to get just a little more contact with him, but her movements would be sluggish and desperate so in the end it would be up to him if she got what she craved for.

[DSX93]

Severin was already smiling before she even said anything. Her eyes said it all; he'd convinced her. Pulled her over to his way of thinking. For the next however many wonderful moments to come, at least, they were gonna do things exactly how he liked it.

Iris writhed underneath him. There was no real plan to her movements; she was letting her impulses take control. Increasingly drunk with lust, she followed his lead, bringing their sexes into as much contact as they could possibly have like this. She managed to sync up with him real nice, establishing a rhythm that would have them both losing their minds before long. He could feel it.

And he was loving it! This power, making her dance to his tune like this, turning her into a subject of his whims! And "Daddy"? Oh yeah, he could get used to that. The newly realized switch would release another growl, one that was packed full of his fast-climbing excitement. "That's it, baby! Music to my ears!" His own impulses were directing him to lean in and claim those sexy lips. And he would obey. Again and again and again, blissfully ignoring the rule that dictated that he'd have to pull back in order to score another point. His greed would eventually lead him to part her lips with his tongue, seeking hers out for a tango.

Moaning into her mouth, Black Severin too was letting go. The concepts of winning and losing became irrelevant. All he wanted to do right now was fuck this woman sillier than the entire roster of a circus. Dry fucking with slow, long, powerful strokes. The kind that would've had him buried to the hilt inside of her. The kind that made the bed itself groove with them, moshing into the wall with every single thrust.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!