Fettered Hopes
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Category:
DarkFic › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
3,692
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Work of fiction, own nothing, regret everything. Actions, characters, and interests are fictional only. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Serene chains [wip]
[Will continue this in a bit]
A warm cinnamon glow lit the lake, perfectly mirroring the vibrant trees and distant cottages on the far shore. Shady branches dappled the deck of his cottage with soothing shadows, while the wind set the trees to quiet murmuring. The world seemed serene, and the few boats still in the water moved like stately dancers whirling to some slow rhythm.
Leaning back on the rickety deck chair, Francoise cupped his hands behind his head, drinking in the beauty around him. Birds chirped in mating rituals old as time, and the only human noise to break the stillness was the quiet smacks of his niece on his erect shaft. Even she seemed affected by the stillness of this place, her long hair bobbing up and down as she savoured his length.
She\'d been fighting at school again, grades slipping, and it hadn\'t taken much to convince her family that she only needed a bit of cottage life to rejuvenate her. Her father had been almost eager to see her go, leading Francoise no doubt that she was causing endless trouble at home as well. So now he had a week in isolation in which to enjoy his fractured prize.
Stretched out nude between his legs, her supple back lightly gleaming with sweat, she was a treasure to behold. Cascading brown hair rolling down to her shoulders, the firm rise of her pert buttocks sensual as only the forbidden can be, she seemed carved of liquid marble, the greatest art piece he\'d ever had the pleasure of working on.
The warm swell of her body heat radiated to his legs, rising to an unbearable heat as her sweet breath fell on his manhood exploring her throat. He shifted his hips, enjoying her instinctive adjustment of her weight as she struggled to keep him in this place of safe ectasy.
A warm cinnamon glow lit the lake, perfectly mirroring the vibrant trees and distant cottages on the far shore. Shady branches dappled the deck of his cottage with soothing shadows, while the wind set the trees to quiet murmuring. The world seemed serene, and the few boats still in the water moved like stately dancers whirling to some slow rhythm.
Leaning back on the rickety deck chair, Francoise cupped his hands behind his head, drinking in the beauty around him. Birds chirped in mating rituals old as time, and the only human noise to break the stillness was the quiet smacks of his niece on his erect shaft. Even she seemed affected by the stillness of this place, her long hair bobbing up and down as she savoured his length.
She\'d been fighting at school again, grades slipping, and it hadn\'t taken much to convince her family that she only needed a bit of cottage life to rejuvenate her. Her father had been almost eager to see her go, leading Francoise no doubt that she was causing endless trouble at home as well. So now he had a week in isolation in which to enjoy his fractured prize.
Stretched out nude between his legs, her supple back lightly gleaming with sweat, she was a treasure to behold. Cascading brown hair rolling down to her shoulders, the firm rise of her pert buttocks sensual as only the forbidden can be, she seemed carved of liquid marble, the greatest art piece he\'d ever had the pleasure of working on.
The warm swell of her body heat radiated to his legs, rising to an unbearable heat as her sweet breath fell on his manhood exploring her throat. He shifted his hips, enjoying her instinctive adjustment of her weight as she struggled to keep him in this place of safe ectasy.