Laurel

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Damon however, was harder than ever. Watching Laurel come on his cock was perhaps as close to a religious experience as he would ever get. Laurel's small body was laying on top of him breathing hard, her nipples hard against his chest. They were still connected at her sex, he wrapped his arms around her torso, and started to gently thrust up into her from below, dragging fresh moans from her throat.

"You are unbelievable Laurel, otherworldly good." He whispered in her ear as he continued to gently fuck her. Snaking one hand under the pillow behind his head to grab one of her toys. Continuing to gently thrust up into her, he moved his hand and the toy he had secreted away in his fist down Laurel's body, until reaching his goal. Lining the small but weighted silver plug up to the tight ring of muscles between her cheeks, Damon gently began to press it through the ring. Kissing Laurel softly, he coaxed her to relax, while his other hand stroked the soft skin of her back sending shivers down her spine all the way to her toes. He slowly and carefully inserted the plug until it was buried to its base inside the tight passage.

Laurel moaned as the small plug settled into place, changing how his cock felt inside of her as he steadily continued to thrust up from underneath her. Damon too, enjoyed feeling the plug rub against his cock from the other side of the thin wall of flesh separating her two holes as he plunged in and out her.

Damon sat up, getting Laurel to wrap her legs around him, never once breaking their sexual connection. With her on his lap they were closer to being of an equal height and he was now able to kiss her deeply and passionately. Damon leaned down pressing his lips to hers, gently, seeking access to more of her. She felt his tongue slide along the seam of her lips, she parted them and let him in. Their tongues danced together, and he could still taste himself on her mouth as he kissed her. Her body against his, her mouth on his, his dick buried inside her, this was nirvana.

He knew her ass was still tender, so he didn't want to fuck her in a position that would hurt her. Laurel was so small in his arms compared to his large frame. He was able to easily scoot them both over to the edge of the bed, as he grasped her thighs, lifting her up as he stood. Holding her up by her legs and her arms around his neck he had her securely in his arms. Finally breaking their kiss just long enough to whisper in her ear "My turn to come now." Before grinning a sadistic grin.

Holding her impaled on his dick he began to bounce her up and down, controlling the rhythm and depth of his cocks plundering of her body. She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned into him. This was a position she had never experienced, and she loved it. He was able to penetrate her deeply with this position, and all too soon she felt another orgasm begin to build from deep inside her core.

She began to moan directly into his ear, spurring him on. Right as she drew to cresting another climax he pulled the plug without warning from her back passage. Laurel screamed his name as she came, falling weak and limp into his chest, trusting that he wouldn't let her fall from her precarious position, held aloft in his arms and impaled on his cock. This was the best she she had ever had. The kind she had been searching for with every encounter.

He continued to pound into her, his breathing came harder, faster, and he began to grunt as his own release drew closer, until with a roar he came inside her. Laurel could feel his cock twitch deep inside her body followed by the hot spurts of his seed. He dropped back onto the bed, flaccid cock slipping free from Laurel's body as they lay down side by side on the bed. Laurel finally kicks her feet free of the damn high heels and lets them drop with a thud to the floor beside the bed.

Damon came down from the afterglow high and looked at Laurel. She looked radiant, and spent. He didn't think he was capable of love, he had become familiar with most human feelings but love seemed to always be beyond him. He was scared to realize that Laurel might be able to earn his heart, she was perfect, like she was made for him. He had enjoyed uncountable pleasures over the centuries, but none compared to tonight. They had only met a couple hours ago, but she moved with him, responded to him like she could read his mind and anticipate what he wanted. Hell, if he was honest he responded to her, felt compelled to please her just as much. He had never experienced anything like this. Plus there was still the outstanding mystery of what kind of creature she was, and what kind of magic she possessed.