Bree and the barbarian

His chest was massive. Watching him expand and collapse with each heavy breath was like watching a fire stoked by a devil. Soarit's skin was dappled with sweat in the low firelight.

A shiver ran down her spine and settled deep in her belly. A tiny fire ignited, and she felt her gaze drip to examine the barbarian's form further.

Bree watched as a ripple ran across Soarit's firm stomach, causing his muscles to flex and pull under his skin. Her mind immediately thought of his body moving over her.

Pushing to him, she ran her hands over his hard abs, moving them finally to his belt to undo the buckle and free his stiff cock.

Dipping her head down, she moved to inspect the prize in her palm. Soarit had a natural length and girth that matched with his giant physique. She curled her fingers around his penis and tugged him closer to her face.

Using soft kisses with the press of her lips, she moved down his shaft, not stopping to pay special attention to any one area, simply moving up and down, smelling and smiling and taking him all in.

Soon, she took her tongue and pressed it to his glans. Licking fat wet streaks up his shaft, she would stop at the tip to suck and pull a bit, causing him to gasp and plead.

"That mouth of yours is magical. I have no idea how you feel so good about me, woman. You are truly a witch."

"No. No witchcraft, just knowledge of the male form." Bree teased.

"I, too, have knowledge." Sorait grabbed Bree's ankles and pulled her down prone on the bed in front of him. Using his hands, he pressed her thighs apart.

"Spread your legs, woman. I wish to see that wet center of yours."

Bree moaned as she let her right leg drop to the bed while Soarit held her ankle up close to his body, occasionally kissing her leg and foot.

"I love seeing your cunt bloom. When I play with your little cunnie, your petals become engorged with blood."

Soarit took a deep breath over her. Then, moving quickly, he dipped down and pinned her legs down to the bed beneath him.

He pressed his nose to her slit and took a deeper breath than before.

"You smell like heaven, woman. Clean. Fresh. You are like my own personal flower.”

He pressed two of his fingers to her cunt and used them to spread her lips away from her fat and engorged clit.

"This is how I like a woman. Open. Pliable to me. You have a strong spirit to have survived this long without losing your sanity." He kissed her neck and pawed her rump, pulling and tugging her hips underneath him so that he could press the entire weight of his body to her, splaying her beneath him.

He was too heavy to move her, but the last thing she wanted to do was move. This hulking beast of a man was more beautiful than any she had seen. Let's face it: he had been kind and gentle with her. The serum made her horny. Super horny. If she could get off with this gigantic stud and help bring down Phelix, all the better.

Soriat moved up her body slowly. Licking a strip from her center and then taking it up her stomach, only pausing at her breasts to suck two prolonged droughts from her.