The soft, cold feeling of flesh clamps around the nape of your neck, each long thick finger digging into the flesh of your neck with possessive pressure. The Surprisingly gentle tug pulls your suddenly stiff body towards her large mass of flesh and desire. "Come on baby come to mommy," she coos, her arms flexing as she continues the painfully gentle tugging that brings you closer and closer to the inevitable embrace of her arms. Her face is a mask of maternal and sexual need, a strange and disturbing mix that makes you feel both wanted and assaulted. Her eyes seem to both cradle and violate you as if you are a particularly nice meal that need to be thoroughly enjoyed yet also completely demolished.
The violet light in her eyes continue to penetrate you, the uncomfortable feeling of being dragged by physical force and at the same time being psychologically violated by her eyes and mannerisms. Her arms trembling with silent need, muscles spasming sending twitching vibrations from her fingers to your neck. The meaty yet soft appendages digging into the soft flesh at your nape, her fingers making small circular motions in the bundle of nerves to further immobilize you. Her arm retreats towards her with you still firmly in her grip, the fingers digging into the nerve bundle sending small electrical shocks through you making it near impossible to move and struggle against her. You're basically being dragged like a naughty kitten, slowly, inescapably and completely owned.
A soft purr rises in her chest, "yes that's it no struggling," she chirps, the soft rumbling in her chest getting louder and more feline and possessive. As soon as your prone body meets her chest, you're air born.
Her long limbs lowering herself (with you in hand) to the floor, her muscles working impressively to allow her to climb one handed, until she's comfortable enough to drop the rest of the way. Your body jerks as her bare feet hit the ground. The loud slap of flesh on wood creating a long echoing sound that vibrates around the room with an almost thundering quality. Her large body bends around you, fingers loosening from your neck only to adjust you and wrap you in her embrace. One arm wrapping around your ass and holding yo to her side while her hand leave your neck and wrapping around your back like a mother holding a baby at her hip. The sensation of being a kitten subsides only to be replaced by the feeling of being mocked by being held like a baby.
The soft reprieve of your neck is short lived as her hand snakes up from your back to rest almost threateningly against your nape. Her breathing growing hungrier in your ear as she starts rocking you gently, "hey baby, mommy has you," she murmurs hotly into your ear, the heat of her breath tickling the side of your neck and ear insistently. "Now that mommy has you, it's time for your punishment," she whispers cruelly into your sensitive ear, "nothing too big, I told you I'd do something big on the third capture, and mommy always keeps her promises." She announces proudly, chest puffing out, thrusting her large breasts and making the soft barely contained flesh jiggle luxuriously. The heat of her mounds radiating into your front that is pressed generously into her side, held in a tight yet gentle embrace that forces you to feel her breasts with your body purely because of the sheer size of her chest.
"Hmmm, how should I punish my naughty little one?" She muses out loud, breathing hitching with unnaturally deep desire, "Hmmm so many different ways you could please mommy." Her voice rises with its teasing tone, a knowing and predatory smile stretching disturbingly across her sexy features. "I think we can settle with a kiss for now." She decides, turning her head towards you more firmly, black lipstick gleaming with unbridled desire and want. The full flesh of her opening parts slightly for your entrance, it moves in a smooth fluid motion as it expels sound, "come n baby give mommy a kiss." She says, her voice sounding slightly rougher and scratchier with restrained lust.
Her long fingers latch around the back of your neck once more, tilting you head up to meet her gaze more comfortably. Her strong arm supporting your weight as she retracts her left hand from your backside, cradling you against her hip more securely, your whole body balancing on her hip, her right hand still firmly clasped around your neck the rest of that arm supporting your back. Her free hand reaches up, brushing her thumb over your lips, her eyes filling with lust. Her fingers gently move your chin so that your lips part slightly and then she closes the distance.
The first contact is slow, just her lips hot against yours, the slippery texture of her lipstick rubbing against the flesh of your lips. Her lips are fuller and warmer than yours and cover more of your mouth than what should be physically reasonable, her large frame making every action feel possessive. You can taste the liquorice flavor of her black lipstick but something slightly sweeter permeates the taste of her lips. She stays like that for a few moments, reminding you how small you are compared to her, showing her dominanace in the soft pulse of the flesh of her lips. Her violet eyes glint hotly before her tongue delves into your mouth, the soft flesh brushing your lips on entry.
It's deliberate. The appendage is thick, slick and exploritory in a way that makes your brain fog up, the wrongness of her touch is highlighted as the image of Akane flashes through your mind and you remember the kiss you had with her. The Guardian presses in making you forget about Akane's kiss as your brain stutters from the sexual pressure of the kiss. Her tongue delving in deep and slow, mapping every corner of your mouth, tip curling into the roof of your mouth then drags heavily along the side of your inactive tongue trying to coax it into action.
You try to get your tongue away from hers only for her to pin it down lazily, a show of overwhelming dominance. She can reach places that you cant, she can fill your mouth with ease and she's letting you know it in a brutal show of strength. You try to push away, hands flat against her shoulder, muscles aching to free yourself. The guardian leans closer, tilting your head and breathing deeply, her movements forcing your body to rock helplessly. she's slow and steady, her breathing even and deep.
The hand that had been cradling your jaw drops down to collar your throat, squeezing gently before just holding. Fingers pressed against you with lustful intent without choking you or blocking your airways.
She pulls back half an inch, a thick trail of saliva still connecting your mouth, "you taste like you need more," she murmurs teasingly. Kissing the side of your mouth reverently. "But a deal is a deal. You have two minutes to hide from mommy this time little one." She says, gently lowering you to the floor, the string of saliva snapping.
Your feet hit the ground, the short shorts giving you a slight wedgy, "time starts when you've recovered." She purrs staring into your blank glassy eyes that still haven't quite processed what just happened.