Chapter 1: The first night.
The night air on the docks had grown thick with the promise of rain and the hush of a world pausing at dusk. The work on the Moby Dick became less frantic as the last boards and bands were hammered into place, but the tension between Forge and Yamato only sharpened. Lantern light flickered off sweat-dampened skin and the exposed, rippling muscle of Yamato’s arms and flanks as she stood close, too close, always within his reach, the brush of her hip or the graze of her knuckles electric. Forge caught every glance—the way her vivid orange eyes lingered on the curve of his back when he bent to heft a beam, the ghost of a smile on her lips when he grunted and wiped grime from his brow, the purposeful roll of her broad shoulders and the flex of her thighs as she leaned over for nails she didn’t need.
He made no secret of his interest either, letting his gaze slide over her proudly—taking in the defined swell of her biceps, the taut lines beneath her sleeveless top, the generous slope of her bust and the power stamped into every inch of her figure. When their hands met passing tools, he let his fingers brush hers, callused and hot.
“You know, Yamato, for someone who claims she can’t build, you’re making a damned convincing show of it,” Forge rumbled, voice rough with a smile as he watched her stretch—just a little too long—her top tightening at her ribs, the diamond patterns tracing the movement of muscle beneath. “Never had a work partner who looked half so good hauling timber.”
Yamato flushed but squared up, emboldened by his open stare. She stepped in, flexing her arm deliberately, letting him see the way her triceps and shoulders bulged. “I think I’m getting the hang of it. Maybe I just needed the right teacher.” Her eyes sparkled, mischievous, as she leaned in, lowering her voice. “And you, Forge—you don’t exactly look like an old man to me. I’d say you’re in your prime.”
He laughed, a low, rolling sound that sent a shiver up her spine. “Careful, lass. Flatter a Dragonborn and you might find he’s got some fight left in him after all these centuries.” He wiped his hands on a rag and tossed it aside, his broad chest rising and falling as he stood to his full height, still dwarfed by her towering frame. “I’m supposed to be on bed rest, you know. Doctors’ orders.”
Yamato licked her lips, eyes dropping for a moment to his chest, tracing the latticework of old scars. “Good thing I’m supposed to be keeping an eye on you, then. I could just—” In one smooth movement, she bent and swept him up into her arms, pressing his back to the generous swell of her bust, her powerful hands splayed across his ribs and hip. She grinned down at him, voice teasing and low. “You don’t look too fragile to me.”
Forge didn’t protest, only hooked an arm around her neck and smirked. “If I’d known bed rest meant this, I’d have gotten myself stabbed sooner. Carry on, then.”
Yamato chuckled, her laughter deep and breathy as she strode toward the manor, Forge balanced effortlessly against her. “You’re lucky I’m gentle with things I like.”
“Who says I want gentle?” Forge teased, his hand slipping up to caress the hard line of her jaw as she kicked open the door to his room. “And who says you need to put me down?”
She tossed him gently to the bed, the force making the frame creak, and climbed over him, knees braced to either side of his hips. He reached up, cupping the back of her neck, pulling her down until their mouths met. Her kiss was hungry, unpracticed but fierce, her lips hot and insistent, the pressure of her chest and arms making him groan as he arched up into her.
His fingers traced the bare lines of her torso, feeling the heat radiate from her skin, the defined swell of muscle along her side, the way her top clung to the curve of her breasts. “You keep showing off and I’m going to forget all about my wounds, lass,” he growled against her mouth, voice cracking with need.
She laughed, breathless, hips rolling against his, her hands splaying over his chest. “I want you to forget. I want you to remember me instead.” Her voice trembled with anticipation, the truth of her desire unmistakable.
Their clothes became obstacles, peeled away between greedy hands and whispered encouragement, Yamato always taking the lead—her massive frame pressing him into the mattress, strong thighs caging his hips, hands exploring the mapwork of his scars and the ridges of his muscle. Forge gave as good as he got, mouth hot on her neck, hands gripping her waist, trailing down over her curves as she claimed him with a lover’s force. He nipped at her collarbone, his beard rough against her skin, and she gasped, her hips rolling against his in response. He could feel her, hot and ready, and it took every ounce of his self-control not to flip her over and drive into her, claim her as his own.
But he wanted more than that. He wanted to see her lose control, to watch her come undone under his touch. He wanted to learn her, every inch of her powerful body, every sound she made, every way she moved.
He pushed her back, rolling them over so he was on top, his weight pressing her into the mattress. Forge’s smirks as he rips her top open letting her massive G cup tits to spring free and as the smack together he is transfixed by them with their large areolas and hard nipples and they way they wobble. He leans down and takes one in his mouth, sucking and teasing it with his tongue, his beard rough against her soft skin. Yamato moans and arches her back, her hands gripping his hair, pulling him closer. He switches to the other breast, his hand squeezing and kneading the one he left behind.
“You’re fucking beautiful, Yamato,” he murmurs against her skin, his voice thick with desire. “Your body is so dense and hardened with muscle that I want to kiss, suckle and lick and leave hickey all over you and yet you’re tits are so soft like a pillow made of clouds and can what then wobble and bounce with each breath you take. I want to bury my face in them never come out.” Forge said as he continued to play with her tits but playfully slapping them as he licks and kiss and nips at them as well.
Yamato giggles and moans at the same time, her body writhing under his touch. “You’re driving me crazy, Forge,” she gasped, her voice ragged with need.
Forge chuckled, his breath hot against her skin as he trailed kisses down her stomach, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her pants. “That’s the idea, lass. I want you crazy for me. I want you to feel me, every inch of me, inside you, around you, on you.” He looked up at her, emerald eyes flecked with gold burning with intensity as he continued to play with her tits making her watch as he takes in the details of them as they bounce and wobble. “I want you to know that you’re mine, Yamato. All of you. Every powerful, beautiful inch.”
Yamato’s breath hitched, her eyes widening at his words. She reached down, cupping his cheek, her thumb brushing his lips. “I’ve never... I’ve never been anyone’s before, Forge. Not like this.”
Forge leaned into her touch, his eyes softening. “And I’ve never had anyone like you, lass. We’ll learn each other, yeah? Together.” He kissed her thumb, then nipped at the pad, making her gasp. “Now, let’s get these pants off you.
I want to see all of you, Yamato. Every inch,” Forge murmured, his voice a low rumble as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her pants and began to tug them down. Yamato lifted her hips, helping him, her eyes never leaving his. The room was filled with the sound of their ragged breaths and the soft rustle of fabric as her pants were peeled away, revealing the powerful muscles of her thighs which look to be made from marble with Forge bring his mouth down on them to worship them.
He kissed and licked and sucked on them as he continued to pull her pants off her. He paused for a moment to admire the sight of her, her body glistening with sweat, her breasts heaving as she panted, her eyes dark with desire but before he can spread her legs she twisted them so she onto of him.
She straddled him, her massive thighs gripping his hips, her powerful hands gripping his wrists as she pinned them above his head. She leaned down, her hair cascading around them like a dark waterfall, her orange eyes burning into his. "I want to be on top, Forge," she growled, her voice thick with desire. "I want to feel you inside me, but I want to be in control."
Forge smirked, his eyes never leaving hers. "And what makes you think you can handle me, lass? I'm not some soft, gentle lover." He tested her grip, trying to break free, but she held firm, her muscles rippling under his touch.
"I've got you, Forge," she growled, her voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down his spine. "I can handle you. I can take you."
Forge chuckled, a low, throaty sound that made her smile. "You're a confident one, aren't you? I like that." He arched his hips, pressing against her, feeling the heat of her through the thin barrier of his pants. "But I warn you, Yamato. I'm not going to be gentle. I'm not going to be slow.
I'm not going to be soft. I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before, Yamato. I'm going to make you scream my name, make you beg for more. And you're going to take it, every inch, every thrust, every second. You're going to take it all, because you want it. Because you need it. Because you're mine."
Yamato's breath hitched, her eyes widening at his words. She could feel the heat building between her thighs, the ache growing with each passing second. She wanted him, more than she had ever wanted anything in her life yet she smiled evilly for she is now in control as her massive hand slowly moves down his chest , her fingers tracing the lines of his abs, the hard ridges of his muscle, the old scars that crisscrossed his skin. She could feel his heart pounding under her touch, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his eyes never leaving hers.
"Is that a challenge, Forge?" she asked, her voice low and sultry, her hips rolling against him, making him groan. "Because I can take it. I can take all of you."
Forge smirked, his eyes gleaming with a fierce intensity. "We'll see about that, lass. We'll see." He tested her grip again, trying to break free, but she held firm, her muscles taut and unyielding.
She could feel the power in his arms, the strength in his body, but she was not intimidated. She was excited. She wanted to see what he could do, what they could do together.
"Alright, lass," he growled, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down her spine. "You want to be in control? Let's see what you've got."
Yamato smiled, a slow, predatory smile that made his heart race. She released his wrists, her hands trailing down his arms, over his chest, until they reached the waistband of his pants and with one pull rips them off yet as his dick springs up at 13 inches in length and 7 inches in girth with thick vains and large bulbous head standing straight up she gasps and her eyes widen in shock and awe.
"Fuck, Forge," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. "You're... you're huge. I know your a dragon in human skin but I would have never guessed this was your tail.” Yamato’s voice was a mix of awe and disbelief as she stared at the massive, throbbing length of him, her eyes wide with shock. She had seen him in his dragon form, had felt the power and the heat of his scales, but this... this was something else entirely.
Forge chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent a shiver down her spine. “You’re not the first to be surprised, lass. But don’t worry, I promise I won’t break you.” He reached up, cupping her cheek, his thumb brushing her lips. “Just take your time. We’ve got all night.”
Yamato looks at his dick with pure hunger as she licks her lips , her eyes gleaming with desire. She reaches out, her massive hand wrapping around his length, her fingers easily able to meet as she strokes him slowly, her thumb brushing against the sensitive head, making him groan. “I’ve never had anyone this big before,” she admits, her voice a low purr. “But I’m not afraid. I want to taste you, Forge. I want to feel you in my mouth.”
Forge’s breath hitches, his hips arching into her touch. “You don’t have to, lass. I’m not expecting anything—”
She cuts him off with a look, her eyes flashing. “I want to. Besides you were treating my breasts as a buffet so I’m going to the same to your dick.” She leans down, her massive breasts hanging down and swaying as she takes him into her mouth, her lips stretching around his girth, her tongue swirling around the head. She takes him deep, her throat relaxing to accommodate him, her hand still stroking the length she can’t fit into her mouth. Forge groans, his hands gripping her horns, his hips rolling in time with her movements.
“Fuck, Yamato,” he gasps, his voice ragged. “You feel so good. Your mouth is so hot, so wet.” He looks down at her, his eyes burning with intensity as he watches her take him in, his chest heaving with each breath.
“You’re so fucking good at this, lass. Your mouth is pure heaven.” He groans, his hips moving in rhythm with her strokes, his grip on her horns tightening as she take more of his massive cock into her mouth and down her throat with her throat bulging with the shape of his cock. She moans, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine, her hand working in tandem with her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head, her lips stretching around his girth. Your mouth is pure heaven. I could come right now, just from this alone.”
Yamato pulls back, her lips glistening with saliva, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. Yet she sees the look in Forge’s eyes as he grips her horns tighter and she moans loudly as he uses her horns as handles to uses her mouth and throat like a toy as he proceeds to facefuck her with long hard strokes. She can feel his massive cock hitting the back of her throat and she relaxes her throat to take him deeper yet she can feel tears streaming down her face as he uses her mouth and throat like a toy. She can feel her saliva dripping down her chin and onto her massive tits as he continues to use her mouth and throat. She can feel her body responding to the sensation of being used like this, her pussy throbbing with need, her nipples hard and aching.
“Fuck, Yamato,” Forge groans, his voice ragged as he continues to use her mouth and throat. “You feel so fucking good. Your mouth is so hot, so wet.
I could come right now, just from this alone," Forge groaned, his grip on her horns tightening as he used them to guide her head, his hips snapping forward in short, sharp thrusts. Yamato moaned, the sound muffled by his length, her eyes watering as she took him deeper, her throat relaxing to accommodate him. She wanted him, more than she had ever wanted anything in her life as she feels her face become flush with his pelvis and she can feel her saliva dripping down her chin and onto her massive tits as he continues to use her mouth and throat. She reaches down, her hand finding her clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts, her body on fire with desire.
Forge’s breath came in ragged gasps, his grip on her horns tightening as he used them to guide her head, his hips snapping forward in short, sharp thrusts. “Fuck, Yamato,” he groaned, his voice ragged.
I could come right now, just from this alone.” Forge’s grip on her horns tightened as he used them to guide her head, his hips snapping forward in short, sharp thrusts. She wanted him, more than she had ever wanted anything in her life.
Her hand found her clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts, her body on fire with desire.
"Forge," she moaned, the sound muffled by his length. "I need you. I need you to come in my throat.” Yamato’s voice was muffled by his length, but the words were clear, her eyes locked onto his, pleading. “I want to feel you come, Forge. I want to taste you.”
Forge’s breath hitched, his hips stuttering for a moment before he regained his rhythm. “You’re sure, lass? I don’t want to hurt you.”
Yamato’s smile was fierce, her eyes burning with determination. “I’m sure. I can take it. I want it. Please, Forge.”
Forge groaned, his grip on her horns tightening as he thrust into her mouth, his hips moving faster, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “Fuck, Yamato.
You’re going to be the death of me,” Forge groaned, his voice a low rumble as he felt the heat building in his core. He looked down at her, his eyes burning with intensity, his grip on her horns unyielding. “You want my come, lass? You want to taste me?”
Yamato nodded, her eyes never leaving his, her hand still working her clit, her body writhing with need. “Yes, Forge. Please. I want all of you.”
Forge’s breath hitched, his hips snapping forward one last time as he came, his hot seed spilling into her mouth, down her throat.
Yamato swallowed, her eyes watering as she took every drop, her hand still working her clit, her body on fire with her own release. Forge groaned, his body shuddering as he pulled out, his length glistening with saliva and come. He collapsed onto the bed beside her, his chest heaving, his eyes closed.
“Fuck, Yamato,” he panted, his voice a low rumble. “That was... that was incredible.” He looked over at her, his eyes softening as he took in her flushed face, her heaving chest, her satisfied smile. “You’re amazing, lass.
I’ve never felt anything like that before,” Forge murmured, his voice still ragged with exertion. He reached out, his hand cupping her cheek, his thumb brushing her lips, still swollen from his attentions. “You took it all, didn’t you? Every inch of me.”
Yamato smiled, her eyes softening as she looked at him. “I told you I could handle you, Forge. And I meant it.” She leaned into his touch, her head tilting into his hand. “And look at you, you’re still hard as a metal and I could just be content with my throat being a cock sleeve for your dick and living off your cum. But it my turn to uses your face as a toy.” Yamato’s voice was a low purr, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she pushed him back onto the bed, her massive thighs straddling his chest. She leaned down, her hands gripping his wrists, pinning them above his head. “You’re not the only one who can be in control, Forge. I want to feel you in my mouth again, but this time, I want to be the one in charge.”
Forge chuckled, his eyes never leaving hers. “You’re a demanding one, aren’t you? I like it.” He arched his hips, pressing against her, feeling the heat of her through the thin barrier of his pants. “But I warn you, lass.” Yet Forge couldn’t finish his sentence as Yamato in a rapid manner sits on his face wrapping her thighs around his face as she grinds her pussy against his mouth with domineering strength and lust.
Forge’s eyes widen as he feels the sheer power of her thighs squeezing his head as he is buried under her massive body. Yet he doesn’t resist, instead he grips her thighs and pulls her down harder as he begins to feast on her pussy with his mouth, his tongue lapping at her folds, his lips sucking on her clit, his beard rough against her soft skin.
Yamato moans, her head thrown back, her hands gripping the headboard as she rides his face, her hips rolling in time with his movements. “Fuck, Forge,” she gasps, her voice ragged with need. “You’re so fucking good at this. That it eat my needy pussy out like your dying of thirst.” Yamato’s voice was a low growl, her massive thighs squeezing Forge’s head like a vice as she ground against his mouth. The scent of her arousal was thick in the air, musky and sweet, driving him wild. His tongue lashed at her folds, tasting her, exploring every inch of her with a hunger that matched her own. She was so wet, so ready, her body trembling with need as she rode his face with abandon.
Forge’s hands gripped her thighs, his fingers digging into the thick muscle, pulling her down harder as he feasted on her. His beard was rough against her soft skin, the contrast sending shivers down her spine.
She could feel the heat of his mouth, the wetness of his tongue, the way his lips sealed around her clit and sucked with just the right pressure. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her hips rolling in time with his movements, her hands gripping the headboard so tightly her knuckles turned white.
"Fuck, Forge," she moaned, her voice thick with desire. "You're going to make me come so hard." Her thighs clenched around his head, her body trembling as she rode his face with abandon. The sensation was overwhelming, the pleasure building with each stroke of his tongue, each suck of his lips and nip of his teeth on her folds and clit he worshiping like she a goddess to be worshipped.
Yamato’s breath came in ragged gasps, her body trembling with the effort of holding back her release, her thighs quivering around his head as she rode his face with a ferocity that left her breathless. He could feel the heat of her body, the wetness of her arousal, the way her hips moved in time with his movements.
“Fuck, Forge,” she moaned, her voice thick with desire.
“You're going to make me come so hard.” Her thighs clenched around his head, her body trembling as she rode his face with a ferocity that left her breathless.
Forge's hands gripped her thighs, his fingers digging into the thick muscle, pulling her down harder as he feasted on her. He could taste her, sweet and salty, the flavor of her arousal driving him wild.
He wanted more, needed more. He wanted to feel her come, to taste her release, to know that he had brought her to the edge and pushed her over. He wanted to claim her, to mark her as his.
"Come for me, Yamato," he growled against her, his voice muffled by her overstimulated pussy as his voice vibrated against it. "Come on my face. I want to taste you, all of you." His tongue lashed at her clit, his lips sucking with just the right pressure, his fingers digging into the flesh of her ass, pulling her down harder, grinding her against his mouth. Yamato's breath hitched, her body arching as she felt the heat building in her core, the pleasure coiling like a spring ready to snap. "Fuck, Forge," she gasped, her voice ragged. "I'm so close. I'm going to come so hard."
Forge growled, the sound vibrating against her, sending shivers down her spine. "That's it, lass. Come for me. Let me taste you.
Let me feel you come undone on my tongue.” Forge’s voice was a low rumble, his hands gripping her thighs, his fingers digging into the thick muscle he wants to worship as he pulled her down harder, his mouth and tongue working in perfect harmony to drive her to the edge.
Yamato’s breath hitched, her body trembling as she felt the heat building in her core, the pleasure coiling like a spring ready to snap. “Fuck, Forge,” she gasped, her voice ragged. “I’m so close. I’m going to come so hard.”
Forge’s beard was rough against her soft skin, the contrast sending shivers down her spine.
Yamato’s breath came in ragged gasps, her body trembling as she felt the heat building in her core, the pleasure coiling like a spring ready to snap. I’m going to come so hard.” Her thighs clenched around his head, her body arching as she felt the heat building in her core, the pleasure coiling like a spring ready to snap and snap it does.
Yamato let out a loud moan as her body convulsed and she came undone on his face, her release flooding his mouth as he continues to lick and suck on her pussy. Forge groaned in pleasure as he felt her come, his tongue lapping up every drop, his hands gripping her thighs, holding her in place as he continued to feast on her. Yamato’s body trembled, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she rode out her orgasm, her hips rolling in time with his movements, her hands gripping the headboard so tightly she thought she might break it.
“Fuck, Forge,” she panted, her voice hoarse from her cries of pleasure. “That was...
incredible," Yamato gasped, her massive chest heaving as she slowly lifted herself off Forge's face. Her thighs trembled from the exertion, her skin glistening with sweat. She looked down at him, her orange eyes dark with satisfaction, her lips parted as she caught her breath.
Forge, his beard glistening with her arousal, smirked up at her. "Told you I could handle you," he said, his voice rough but triumphant. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his emerald eyes gleaming with mischief. "But we're not done yet, lass.
Not by a long shot," Forge said, his voice a low growl as he sat up, his massive hands gripping Yamato's waist and flipping her onto her stomach as her ass is pointing up as he grabs her ass cheeks and messages them roughy just how she love it making her moan at the roughest of it . "Your turn to take it from behind, lass. I want to see that ass bounce on my cock."
Yamato's breath hitched, her body already responding to his words, his touch. She pushed back against him, her ass pressing against his groin, feeling the hard length of him still rock hard and ready. "Fuck, Forge," she moaned, her voice muffled by the pillow. "I thought you were going to make me beg for it."
Forge chuckled, his hands still massaging her ass, his thumbs brushing against her hole, making her shiver. "Oh, I will, lass. But first, I want to see what you've got.
Show me what that ass can do," Forge said, his voice a low growl as he released her ass and leaned back, his eyes never leaving her body. Yamato took a deep breath, her massive chest heaving as she pushed herself up onto her hands and knees, her ass high in the air, her back arched, her long, white hair cascading down her back. She looked over her shoulder at him, her orange eyes gleaming with challenge. "You want a show, Forge? I can give you a show." She rolled her hips, her ass swaying from side to side, her powerful muscles flexing with each movement.
She could feel his eyes on her, burning into her, taking in every inch of her body. She knew she was a sight to behold, her massive frame, her well-defined muscles, her large breasts swaying with her movements. She was a force to be reckoned with, and she knew it.
Forge's breath caught in his throat as he watched her, his eyes darkening with desire. "Fuck, Yamato," he growled, his voice low and rough. "You're a fucking goddess. Look at you, all that power, all that strength. You're a fucking work of art." He reached out, his hand cupping her ass, his fingers digging into the thick muscle, pulling her back against him. "I can't wait to feel you on my cock, Yamato. I want to feel that ass bounce on me, feel you take me deep." Forge's voice was a low growl, his hand still gripping her ass, his fingers digging into the thick muscle. He could feel the heat of her body, the softness of her skin, the power of her muscles. He wanted to feel her, all of her, to claim her, to mark her as his.
Yamato's breath hitched, her body responding to his words, his touch. Forge grins as he spreads her ass cheeks showing off her needy pussy and her asshole and with a deep growl he lines up his massive 13 inches in length and 7 inches in girth with thick vains and large bulbous head dick to her assholes with his dick being all lube up from her mouth as he slowly pushes the head of his dick into her asshole as she moans loudly in pleasure and pain as she feels her asshole stretch to accommodate his massive girth as she pushes back against him wanting to feel all of him inside of her.
"Fuck, Forge," she moans, her voice ragged with pleasure and pain. "You're so big. I can feel you stretching me, filling me up." She pushes back against him, her asshole gripping him tightly, her body trembling with the effort of taking him. "Give me more, Forge. I want all of you," Yamato gasped, her voice a low growl as she pushed back against him, her asshole stretching to accommodate his massive girth. She could feel every inch of him, the thickness, the length, the heat of his cock as it slowly pushed deeper into her. Her body trembled, her muscles tensing as she fought to relax, to take him in.
Forge's breath came in ragged gasps, his hands gripping her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he held her in place. "You're so tight, Yamato," he growled, his voice a low rumble. "So fucking tight.
I can feel every inch of you, Yamato," Forge groaned, his voice ragged as he slowly pushed deeper into her, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm. "You're taking me so well, lass. Like you were made for me."
Yamato moaned, her body trembling as she pushed back against him, her asshole gripping him tightly. "I was made for you, Forge," she gasped, her voice thick with desire. "I can feel you, all of you. You fill me up, stretch me out. It's...
incredible," Yamato panted, her massive chest heaving as she pushed back against him, her asshole gripping him tightly. "I've never felt anything like this, Forge. You're so big, so deep. I can feel you in my stomach, in my chest. It's like... it's like you're touching my soul."
Forge groaned, his hips snapping forward as her words sent a jolt of pleasure through him. "Fuck, Yamato," he growled, his voice ragged. "You're killing me with your words, lass. You're so fucking perfect, so fucking beautiful.
I can't get enough of you, Yamato," Forge groaned, his hips snapping forward, his cock sliding deeper into her ass. He could feel her body trembling, her muscles tensing as she adjusted to his size, her asshole gripping him tightly. He reached up, his hands cupping her breasts, his thumbs brushing against her nipples, making her moan. "You're so responsive, so fucking hot. I love how you take my cock, Yamato. You're a fucking goddess."
Yamato's breath came in ragged gasps, her body trembling as she pushed back against him, her asshole stretching to accommodate his massive girth. As she moans, his hands moved to her hair , gripping it tightly and pulling her head back, exposing her neck. "You like that, don't you, lass?" he growled, his voice a low rumble. "You like it when I take control, when I use you like this." He snapped his hips forward, his cock sliding deeper into her, his beard scraping against her neck, his lips finding her ear. "You're mine, Yamato. All mine. I can do whatever I want with you, and you'll take it. Won't you?"
Yamato moaned, her body arching as he pulled her hair, her ass pressing back against him. "Yes, Forge," she gasped, her voice thick with desire as he speeds up his thrusting hard and fast with his balls start to slap her pussy . "I love it when you take control. I love being yours. Use me, Forge. Fuck me hard. Make me come all over your cock."
Forge growled, his grip on her hair tightening as he snapped his hips forward, his cock sliding deep into her ass with his entire cock buried in her after each and every thrust. "You want it hard, lass? You want me to fuck you hard?" He grips her hair tighter wrapping some of it around his first as his other hand goes to slap her ass cheeks hard causes a nice red tone to appear on her marble like skin tone of her hardened muscular ass as he continues to pound into her, his cock sliding in and out of her ass with a wet, slapping sound. "You're so fucking tight, Yamato. So fucking hot. I can feel you gripping me, milking me.
Fuck, Yamato, you're so tight. I can't last much longer," Forge grunted, his voice strained as he pounded into her, his hips slapping against her ass with a wet, slapping sound. His grip on her hair tightened, his other hand still spanking her ass, leaving red marks on her marble-like skin. The scent of their arousal filled the room, musky and sweet, driving him wild.
"Come for me, Forge," Yamato moaned, her voice thick with desire. "Come inside me. Fill me up with your come. I want to feel you come, Forge. I want you to fill my ass with your monstrous thick and gooey cum just like you did with my throat and mouth. So fuck me with your mountain of a cock , Forge. I want to feel you come deep inside me. I want to feel you filling me up with your hot, sticky cum," Yamato moaned, her voice a low growl as she pushed back against him, her asshole stretching to accommodate his massive girth. She could feel every inch of him, the thickness, the length, the heat of his cock as it slid deeper into her.
Her body trembled, her muscles tensing as she adjusted to his size, her asshole gripping him tightly. She moaned, her voice a low growl as she pushed back against him, her asshole stretching to accommodate his massive girth.
"Fuck, Yamato," Forge groaned, his voice ragged as he slowly pushed deeper into her, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm.
"You're so tight, so fucking tight. I can feel every inch of you, Yamato. You're taking me so well, lass.
Like you were made for me," Forge groaned, his voice ragged as he slowly pushed deeper into her, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm. "You're so fucking perfect, Yamato. I can't get enough of you." "I want more, Forge," she gasped, her voice thick with desire. "I want you to fuck me harder. I want to feel you lose control."
Forge's grip on her hair tightened, his other hand moving to her shoulder, pulling her back against him as he snapped his hips forward, his cock sliding deep into her ass.