Take Her As She Wants To Be Taken

The ‘come hither’ look of seduction can only be reasoned as genuine as Thora fails to display the mannerisms of someone more experienced.

Thora’s voice interrupts your train of thoughts. “Come; consummate our union with your wife, husband.” This does little to explain where the motivation came from to cause this change of heart.

You imagine Thora’s life in a cloister far removed from the regular life in a city. Only a city would command enough practitioners to support a monastery that could train a High Priestess.

Smoothly you lift Thora’s knees up over your shoulders as you begin massaging and kneading her youthful and pert human flesh. Despite being a different species, you find her extremely attractive.

You feel an enormous amount of aethereal energy jumps out and flows through the two of you. There is little doubt who is responsible but you are ignorant as to why and what it means. The succulent ripe smell of Thora’s fertile womanhood hinders much further thought on that subject.

Whimpers of frustration emanate from Thora’s throat as you force her to wait as you warm up her tunnel of love. Kneading the thick taut muscles of her inner thigh has her snatch gushing her brand of ambrosia.

The shy, frightened, and self-conscious timbre in Thora’s voice returns; for a moment at least. “What? What are you doing?” That’s disgusting and wrong…

The emotion behind the words suggested Thora was getting an abundant amount of pleasure from something as deviant as oral sex. Thus you choose to delve further into her reproductive organs; sawing one, and then two fingers into her tight previously virginal sex.

“What? Oh! Oooieee…!…” Thora tries to muffle her scream of pain though with her hand with marginal success.

Blood from Thora’s ruptured hymen gives her juices a metallic taste to an otherwise sweet energy drink.

“You will feel more pleasure this way… my love.” You add the last hastily more to establish the habit. You are doubtless that Thora’s feeling euphoric bliss despite the pain. Mostly because your attention is focused on every other erogenous zone than her vagina.

You suspect the diet Thora maintains, as her juices are thick and sweet to taste instead of sour. As a bear going for a bee’s nest, you begin to eat her alive.

Careful to be tender around the raw region of Thora’s sex, soon her response is: “Ooohhh my goodness… yes! Just like that!”

After driving your knew wife through another climax you slowly climb upwards with juicy wet kisses. With a mouth filled with her juices you leave a trail all the way up her abdomen and over her magnificent pert bosom.

When you reach Thora’s ear she takes the opportunity to twist her head around and lock her lips with yours. This kiss was absolutely and abundantly filled with raw virgin passion and desire.

Hands roam your back until Thora settles one on your butt as your massive thick organ stretches her even further than your fingers. Her face grimaces with pain and you had tried to slow down. However, her arm’s lithe nature beguiled strength with which she determinedly shoves your hips into her own.

“Ommpph!!!” This is the most full that Thora has ever felt in her life. Stretched in weighs she never felt before; she discovers new muscles in her body.

The rest of the day is filled with more sex as the two of you go at each other as the pair of newlyweds that you are. You find you can’t get enough of Thora and apparently the feeling is abundantly reciprocated. She is putting goblin women to shame with her constant desire for more sex.

The next morning the sun rises and you wake up to Thora’s sublimely svelte lithe beautiful body laying intertwined with yours. You remember you both had disengaged before passing out late last night. Thus, Thora must have woken up at some point and decided she wanted more warmth.

Goblin bodies tended to have elevated temperatures compared to humans to begin with. You imagine your body probably felt like a personal furnace to her.