FREE USE in Primitive World

“I allowed you to ruin me before,” she whispered, eyes gleaming with challenge and renewed hunger. “Now… it is time I show you what it truly means to be taken by the High Shaman.”

She positioned the swollen head of his cock at her slick, cum-leaking pussy entrance, and began to sink down onto him with controlled, exquisite slowness… reclaiming her power one inch at a time.

Sol groaned deeply, hips twitching upward. “Shit… Zephyra…” his hands automatically gripping her wide hips, but he didn’t try to flip her or take control. At least not yet, he also wanted to see what she was gonna do. His eyes burned with a mixture of surprise, admiration, and growing arousal as he watched the proud High Shaman reassert herself above him.

Zephyra smiled down at him, slow and wicked.

“Now… let the High Shaman show you what it truly means to be taken by someone who commands the sky itself.”

She lifted her hips, and sank down onto him inch by veined inch until her ass rested right against his hips. A low, shared guttural moan filled the room, as her slick, cum-filled walls stretched around him once again and clenched around him possessively, still fluttering and greedy.

Sol’s hands tightened on her wide hips, his silver-crimson eyes darkening with fresh hunger. “Fuck… Zephyra,” he breathed, still slightly dazed by how quickly she had taken control.

She didn’t answer with words. Instead she began to mov… not with any frantic urgency, but with the confident, rolling grace of a woman who had all the time in the world.

Her hips moved in slow, sensual figure-eights, grinding his cock deep inside her, his cock drag against every sensitive spot inside her, stirring their combined fluids with every deliberate circle.

She arched her back, head tilted back, giving him a full, shameless view of her mature body. Each motion made her heavy breasts sway hypnotically above him. Sweat glistened on her pale skin, rolling down between her breasts, making the cyan tattoos across her stomach and thighs glow faintly in the ember-light.

Sol groaned, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips. “Wooow!… you feel incredible.”

Zephyra’s lips curved into a lazy, superior smile. She looked down at him like a queen observing her subject.

“I know,” she purred, voice rich and raspy. “You’ve spent hours filling me like you owned me. Now it’s my turn to remind you who I am.”

She rose slowly.. agonizingly slowly… until only the swollen head of his cock remained inside her dripping pussy. Then, with controlled power, she sank back down, taking him to the hilt in one smooth motion. The wet, obscene squelch echoed through the chamber.

Sol’s hips twitched upward instinctively, but Zephyra immediately pressed down harder, pinning him in place with her weight.

“Ah-ah,” she chided softly, silver-white eyes gleaming with wicked amusement. “You don’t get to move unless I allow it, Divine One. Now, I ride. You endure.”

She repeated the motion again and again… rising with deliberate slowness, then slamming down with just enough force to make her breasts bounce and draw a deep groan from Sol’s throat. Every time he tried to thrust up to meet her, she would stop moving completely, simply sitting fully impaled on his cock and clenching her inner walls around him in rhythmic pulses.

“Zephyra…” Sol growled, voice growing rougher.

“Yes?” she asked innocently, tilting her head as she ground in tiny, maddening circles, refusing to give him any real friction. “Something wrong?”

She leaned forward, letting her heavy breasts hang just above his face. Her silver-white hair flowing down like a curtain, brushing against his chest. When Sol lifted his head to capture a dark nipple in his mouth, she pulled back just out of reach with a soft laugh.

“Not yet,” she whispered. “You worshipped these enough earlier. Now you only get what I choose to give you.”

Sol’s jaw clenched. The slow, teasing rhythm was starting to drive him insane. His cock throbbed angrily inside her, desperately wanting more, but Zephyra kept perfect control… rising until he was nearly out of her, then sinking down with torturous patience.

For several long minutes she toyed with him like this. Sometimes she would ride him with deep, powerful rolls of her hips, letting him feel every inch of her tight heat. Other times she would stop moving entirely and simply squeeze him rhythmically with her inner muscles, milking his cock while staring down at him with that calm, knowing smile.

“You’re dripping out of me,” she murmured, glancing down between their bodies where thick white cum was being pushed out around his shaft with every downward stroke. “Look at the mess you made earlier… and yet you’re still so hard for me.”

Sol’s breathing grew heavier. His hands slid up to grip her thighs, fingers flexing with barely contained need. “You’re killing me here…”

“Good,” Zephyra replied with a throaty chuckle. She leaned down closer, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, “You made me lose my mind earlier. You made the High Shaman scream and beg. Did you really think I would let that go unanswered?”

She straightened up again and began riding him harder… but still with maddening control. Each downward slam was powerful, wet, and loud, her ass rippling every time she bottomed out. Her breasts bounced heavily, nipples tight and begging for attention. Yet every time Sol’s hands tried to guide her faster or pull her down harder, she would slap his hands away or pin them to the mat.

“Patience,” she commanded, voice laced with dark amusement. “The longer you suffer, the sweeter it will be when I finally let you have me.”

Sol’s eyes were burning now, his Sun Core roaring beneath his skin. Sweat beaded on his forehead. His cock felt painfully hard inside her, every slow grind and sudden clench pushing him closer to the edge without ever letting him tip over.

“Zephyra… fuck… let me move,” he growled, voice strained.