Eilwy gets strapon fucked

Eilwy groaned into her gag, face buried in pillows, as the ivory cock slowly pushed its way into her pussy. It filled her.

"There's a good little girl," Celia breathed, running her finger nails down Eilwy's back. How enjoyably tense the enchantress was! How she must be hating this moment. She gave Eilwy's ass a little spank, delighting in how her cheek wobbled. Then she pushed all the way, watching as the seven inches of ivory cock slipped effortlessly into Eilwy's well oiled pussy. She could hear Eilwy's muffled protests, and took a moment to cheekily wriggle her hips, enjoying the change in Eilwy's tone as the cock jiggled inside her.

Then she began to fuck her. Gently at first, but with an ever increasing pace and intensity. She rested one of her hands on Eilwy's ass, and the other on her wrists, still bound behind her back.

Thwap! Thwap! Thwap!

Poor Eilwy's ass rippled with each thrust. Her dignity was being torn from her. Celia observed Eilwy's little starfish with interest - the enchantress had such a tight little pucker! I'll get round to it, she thought, maybe tomorrow.

Celia grabbed a handful of Eilwy's hair and pulled her face out of the pillows. The enchantress's protests were glorious. Gripping her hair tightly, Celia began thrusting rapidly, gripping and squeezing Eilwy's ass cheek.

Then she threw the enchantress down once again, changing position. Poor Eilwy was turned upside down, balanced on her head and shoulders. Thank the gods the bed was soft! Celia bent the enchantress humiliatingly over in two so that her feet were near her face, and mounted her once again. She knew how uncomfortable Eilwy would be in her new position, and what a great view the enchantress would now have of the ivory cock fucking her pussy. Eilwy struggled, but with her hands tied she was quite helpless.

Next, keeping Eilwy head over heels, Celia parted her legs and stepped between them. Eilwy was having difficulty keeping her balance. Celia drove her cock back into the enchantress and began piledriving her, enjoying the mix of discomfort and pleasure in the enchantress's moans.

Then she threw the enchantress on her back and tackled her missionary style, the enchantress's legs lifted into her shoulders for deeper penetration. Her face was merely an inch away for Eilwy's now as she banged her. Sweat dripped from Celia's face and splattered on poor Eilwy's cheeks. Eilwy had her eyes squeezed shut, her face turned to one side.

"Look at me," Celia said, pounding her, breathless. The bed creaked and groaned at the **** of her thrusting. "Look at me!"

Eilwy refused, head still turned away and eyes squeezed shut. Enduring.

Celia grinned and ran a finger down to Eilwy's sweet asshole, which was lifted helplessly in the air under the young Marquess and wobbling delightfully. Celia pressed a finger against the enchantress's oiled starfish playfully.

"Look at me, or it's going up your ass," she breathed.

A drip of sweat fell from her forehead and burst on Eilwy's cheek.

Eilwy turned her head and opened her eyes, looking directly into Celia's, only inches away. Celia saw the confusion, shame and excitement in them and smiled, picking up the pace.

"You like it?" She teased. "Does the Black Reaver like it?"

Thwap! Thwap! Thwap!

The bed creaked and groaned. Celia was hammering the poor enchantress now, driving her small body into the bed.

Finally, for the second time that night, Eilwy lost control. All too aware of Celia's delighted, mocking gaze, her eyes rolled in her sockets as rippled of pleasure cascaded through her. Her body shuddered violently. Once more, Celia slowed to let her enjoy it, thrusting deeply, before finally finishing and collapsing on top of her, laughing.

Celia lifted herself off the enchantress, who lay sprawled, defeated, and now a little sore, on the bed. Both of their bodies glistened with sweat, and when Celia took off the strapon she was unsurprised that her little green panties clung to her damply. She stretched. What a night!

Then she returned to the chest and began rooting through it. Hearing Eilwy's muffled objections, she turned to see the soiled enchantress trying to sit up. Her knees were trembling and she was struggling.

"We're not finished yet," Celia said, still catching her breath. "I said I'd fuck you until the sun came up and I intend to. What's the matter - are you feeling a bit sore and scared like a little girl?" Celia pouted with mock concern. "Is the Black Reaver unused to such a fucking? What shall we introduce you to next?"