Taming Her Pray: Amelie & Sig

Amelie would turn once Sig was forced to mount her, so that should a sudden incident occur in which Amelie could no longer hold the girl up, she'd land somewhat gently on the bed. That been said, Amelie had no intention of letting her prey go anywhere.

Laughing somewhat, Amelie would lean her chin in, tongue extended; forcing its way into the girls sex as she'd fill the room with her moans!

"Aaahhmmm..." Sig moaned almost as soon as Amelie's tongue teased her wet sex again, her head rolled back slightly as she did.

She had to say she had lost count on how many times she came tonight. There had been a bit of break every now and then, but the exhaustion was piling up for sure. Her consciousness seemed to be held by the little stinging sensation she felt from how sensitive her sex had became, along with the arousal the kept coming and fading every time Amelie teased her and brought her to a climax. She could barely thinking of anything but pleasure as it was!

"Mmwaahh... oohh... g-gawdd..."

Amelie would simply continue, of course not giving her prey permission on purpose, as she felt Sig's legs rub gently around the side of her cheeks. She'd close her eyes, putting focus entirely on the motion with her tongue, determined to turn Sig's body to jelly, albeit in a unique way!

Sig might need more time than before to reach an orgasm, but with the way Amelie kept stimulating her, it certainly only a matter of time before she came again. Even her wriggling in the woman's grasps had became pretty sluggish now, her body growing weaker, hotter, and more bothered, all which made her felt like she's in a pleasure induced limbo!

"Ooohh... A-Ameliee..."

Sig was beginning to turn to mush in her grip, something which only encouraged Sig further, somewhat sadistically given how she hadn't given 'permission.' She'd jostle her own body somewhat up and down, stimulating Sig further in her grasp, as she almost demanded that Sig explode yet again!

Amelie wasn't saying anything, but her tongue kept stimulating Sig's pussy and driving her closer and closer to yet another orgasm as it was. The blonde found it difficult to even think about holding back in her current state to make the matter worse. The jostling up and down further emphasized how little she was in the presence of the goddesses-like Amelie, and it's only turning her on further! All the odds were against her from the look of it.

"N-nnhh... Oooohh...! A-Amelieee... p-pleeaseee... c-can't... mmmhhh... a-anymore... ooohhh..."

It wasn't that Amelie didn't want to further mock her pray, it was more the fact that if she took the moment to speak, Sig's 'torture' would be relieved, even if slowly. And Amelie didn't want that at all!

She'd simply close her eyes, ignoring Sig's pleas as she forced her tongue up, down and around Sig's sex, hands gently holding the small girl up on her. Had Sig jostled, she could of likely forced her way off of Amelie's shoulders easily. Clearly though, her nigh-empty body couldn't even manage that much.

"Hiiiii... A-Amelieeee...!!!" Sig let out a cry of ecstasy as Amelie drove her past the edge, despite not giving her permission to do so, her lithe figure writhed weakly within the woman's grasps as she rode her orgasm.

There's barely anything coming out now, and her climax lasted quite short as well. Sig was then left limping in the woman's hold, seemingly ready to just fall down with most her weight already leaning towards the bed. It seemed that she could only brace herself for a possible punishment now...

"S-sorrryyy... I'm... unnghh... I'm..."

Amelie's adjusted grip on the girl would become somewhat firmer as she felt the figure writhe, exploding once more as she removed her tongue. Spluttering somewhat from what did enter her mouth, Amelie would throw Sig down, in what would be the most brutal powerbombs in AFW history!...

...had it not been onto a soft and cosy bed.

Falling with all the force of a feather, Sig would land on the bed with her back to it from Amelie's throw. Wiping her mouth, she'd quickly somewhat hop on the bed, removing her hand from her mouth.

"That was so naughty..." she muttered, before gently lowering herself, so that her nose was pressed against Sig's, her weight coming to bare.

"Unngghh...!" Sig's lithe form hit the bed and bounced a bit, before lying sprawled as she panted heavily.

That would have been a stunning blow if it was done on the mat, but in her current state, even with the bed as her landing spot still made her felt a little disoriented. Amelie's face then met hers, nose to nose, with the woman's weight soon followed on her exhausted body.

"I'm s-sorry..." she repeated almost like a broken doll.