Ride the pleasure.. push through it

Somewhere in your mind a wall breaks. It seems pointless to fight the primal forces which are building deep inside you. The problems and worries which have been shouting in your head are dulled to murmurs, overtaken by the hypnotic sensation of the oil seeping into every pore of you, the relentless stroking and teasing of your body by the pretty elf girl crouched over you. There is only one way this could end, and tiny tremors are already shaking through you. Looking into your face, Alina smiles as she sees the pleasure rising within your face.

“Mm I see you are enjoying the oil as much as I am.. it’s so much better to let yourself go..”

Her mouth descends to brush her teeth over your nipples, then lightly suck at each in turn, your back arching in bliss. Your head is a blur, pleasure and desire filling you. You feel your thighs, which have been squeezing together rhythmically, suddenly part and her bare thigh presses against you. You grind your hips upward helplessly, feeling the heat of her against your own thigh through the silk encasing her lower body.

Your gasps and groans fill the chamber, pressure and pleasure building inside you, overwhelming your slight frame, making you feel like you are about to burst into flame or just to burst.. so cloooose.

Suddenly there is a flare of blue. The almost invisible lines across your body burn bright for a moment. Alina draws back from your naked body with a start. You groan again, in frustration this time. Your own magic holds you back, **** for release, shuddering in the binding clutches of pleasure. Your body teeters on the edge of climax but steadies as you grit your teeth, inwardly pleading to be touched again. Pleasure chases itself through every fibre of your being, but it is dying and throbbing within you, denied not building. Alina stands, slightly shakily, her face flushed, gently wiping oil from herself on a clean cloth. She eyes your tortured, slick naked body, coated in oil and still trembling with unfulfilled pleasure. She gives a soft, almost sad smile.

“I believe my part is done for the moment Jennara. You are ready for what follows.. unless you have anything to tell me now?”

The slow, resigned shake of your head provokes and equally resigned shrug. She begins to gather her things back onto the tray.

“I didn’t think so.. far too stubborn. But you’ll learn. This is only the beginning. I hope we’ll meet again under better circumstances sister”

She heads to the door she entered through with one last long look at you. It opens without her knocking and she sways through it and vanishes. The door doesn’t close.