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🕑 Added 2017-12-16 22:00:22 +0000 UTC For a moment, Sonja worried that the spider-man Peter would not respond to her. She suffered so few defeats, had so few opportunities to satisfy her honor, that she did not like the thought of it being over already. But he looked into her eyes and seemed to realize what she needed, perhaps better than she. Sonja found herself wrapped in his strong arms as he crushed her body to his. She responded immediately, letting out an involuntary and very girlish giggle as her nipples hardened. But neither of them really noticed that.Their interest was lower. Sonja reached down to take hold of his long, thick, straining cock. It exceeded the grip of her hand, throbbed as if fighting her hold on it, but she knew it would fit perfectly to the depths of her cunt. She guided it there, moaning softly as she penetrated herself with it, the head working a full inch into her body. But Peter didn’t fuck her. Not all the way.
Sonja groaned in pleased torment. She was wet enough for him to give her all of his manhood on the first stroke, but Peter wasn’t. She thought it had something to do with just how badly she wanted him to. So instead, he would keep her guessing as to whether she would get what she so desired or not.
She could not be fooled. She knew she would get what she wanted. He gave her another inch of his cock, her sex lewdly kissing its thickness as it went in, and she knew he would give her all of it. But for every inch he slowly honored her needy cunt with, her desire for him increased tenfold. By the time he was halfway inside her, she was shaking like a leaf, desperate for him.
Sonja begged and told herself she was commanding, “Fuck me, fuck me hard!”
Somehow he knew the rhythm she liked best, and he began fucking her to it, her inner folds quivering in response, her whole body shaking with pleasure at the simple touch of his cock. She wanted nothing more from life than to be fucked by this man.
Suddenly, the tempo changed. He was no longer thrusting into her with the long, even strokes that had been cajoling her smoothly toward orgasm. He was giving her short, choppy jerks that built up rapidly in her body, like friction about to ignite into flame.
Her mouth fallen open in surprise at this new and exciting sensation, Sonja felt the coming orgasm build rapidly inside her. The sexual tension within her was suddenly jagged and burning, and before she knew it, Sonja had exploded into climax.
It wasn’t as big as she’d gotten from Peter before, but it was more than enough to make her beg for more.
“Keep fucking me! I need your cock!”
“You want it?” Peter asked her, finding himself curiously relishing just how desperate the mighty Red Sonja had become. For all her normalcy, Mary Jane had been a far more active and even demanding participant in their lovemaking—although there was something to say for the begrudgingly submissive mien Sonja had found herself with. He guessed, thanks in no small part to himself, that MJ was just in a better position to take certain things in stride. “If you want it so bad, what’ll you give me for it?”
“Anything!” Sonja replied. Tears stained the make-up left behind from Mary Jane’s usage of their shared body. “I… I’ll do whatever you ask of me! Just give it to me! Please!”
“You wanna come so bad? What’s going to make you come? Sonja, what’ll make you come?”
Sonja trembled with what seemed like some small orgasm as she dared to imagine it. “Your cock will make me come. And… my clit, it’s erect now. Touch it. Make it come for you,” Sonja purred lustfully, her eyes closing as she settled into a sultry appreciation of his efforts.
“I guess if anyone would know when to touch your clit, it’d be you,” Peter teased.
He brushed a sweat-slick lock of hair from her face, then brought that hand down her voluptuous body, enjoying the smooth journey of his palm along her sweaty flesh and the heave of her body in its erotic meltdown. She spread her legs as his hand approached her pubis, looking into his eyes with both a seductive approval and an underlying gleam of crazed desire. Peter felt like he was giving a starving woman food as his left hand stroked lightly over her pubic hair, making tiny little spires in the damp red. He watched Sonja’s face flicker with ecstasy as his fingers descended to her clit. She seemed almost to fight against just how good it felt, before giving in and enjoying it.
With his cock deep inside her and his finger touching her as intimately as she could ask for, Red Sonja came. Her red hair flew around her flailing head as if it had actually exploded, and she thrashed wildly under him. But not too wildly for Peter to catch both her hands with his right one, holding them against the headboard as he continued to diddle her clit, sending shaking spasms through her overworked body. His grip on her wrists was quickly slick with sweat, but he denied her movement with an almost contemptuous ease.
“You really needed it, didn’t you Sonja?”
“YES! YES! NEEDED IT, NEEDED YOU!”
At the admission, Sonja’s legs snapped shut, wrapping around his waist to pull him even deeper inside her. Peter let her, holding himself firmly above her as Sonja fucked herself on his cock, pumping their bodies together with her strong legs and bucking up to meet her own masturbatory efforts with her entire writhing body. His cock stormed against her softly yielding pussy, making her gush out liquid lust, a lewd squishing noise as he was jammed inside her.
Sonja was gasping for air, having trouble seeing through unfocused eyes, uncaring of anything but the feel of his prick inside her, moving steadily, pleasing her more and more. Then even that didn’t matter. Her sex convulsed, her clit stung, and another climax was blasted through her. She was floating in space, bodiless, thoughtless, timeless, aware only of the rhythm she was subjecting their conjoined bodies to and the knowledge that the pleasure would continue as long as she moved in submissive dance to this ultimate in human bliss.
She did, on some level, realize how fortunate she was. This wasn’t a man who would dominate her, even though he had won that right. It was a man who completed her. She had plumed the completest pleasures of drink and dance and battle; now she had found a man who would give her all of the experiences and succors of love. Like the perfect sword would fit to her hand and make her a warrior, he fit to her soul and made her a woman.
She tried to think through the fog of lust that filled her, wondering what else she could do but stay with him. The answer wouldn’t come.
Peter would just have to be hers.
Comments
Shendude
Is it weird that, hot as the first 90% of the story is, it's the end, where Sonja decides that she wants to be with Pete, that really did it for me?
P. C.
"... to this ultimate in human bliss." Don't you mean, "... to this human in ultimate bliss." =)
