The two of you slam into the wall hard, the detectives crime board slim terming as photos and pin fall to the floor. Neither of you cared as hands groped body parts and tongues fought for dominance.
Sara Pezzeni was one of the best detectives in New York, but you still couldn't resist the allure of a murder mystery when she asked for help. That turned into a literal witch hunt with some powerful supernatural artefacts, which lead to a life or death takedown, which after all was said and done, brought you both here, in her office, making out on the crime board.
"We should take this back to my apartment" she gasped, stealing some air as your lips parted momentarily.
"We should" you agreed, fingers digging into the fabric of her jeans to clench her smooth and perfect arse. "But I can't wait that long."
"Neither can I" she moaned, lunging back into the kiss. The pair of you struggle from another minute, trying to pry each other's clothes off between your writhing bodies, until something intervenes.
See, Sara has a secret, a weapon, a powerful artefact capable of many things, called the Witchblade. It disguises itself as a bracelet on her wrist, only emerging when monsters need killing or cases need solving. Or, in this case, clothes needed discarding. It came to life on her arm and immediately silvery tendrils tore your clothes to shreds, leaving you both naked in the office.
"Well that makes things easier" you quietly chuckle, taking hold of the naked detective and whirling her around to the desk. Fresh tendrils shoot out and clear the desk for you to throw Sara onto, falling on top of her in a ravenous kiss as she wraps her legs around your waist. She breaks contact momentarily to position you at her entrance and before knew it you were inside her. And she felt perfect.
"Well" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "What are we waiting for?"
You smile as you get started, building up momentum until the desk was rocking beneath you as you pumped into her core in perfect sync with her ragged breathing. She buckled her hips and extended her neck as she came, the first of many that night, linked her fingers behind your head and driving you deeper with her feet. Her breasts bounced hypnotically on her chest with your thrust, pearls of sweat already making her skin glisten. She was beautiful.
To make the night even more interesting, the Witchblade continued to get involved, coiling around your limbs like snakes. It crawled around Sara's body and began stimulating her senses ten fold, even began massaging her breasts and teasing her nipples. A coy little tendril slithered down to play with her clit while you continued to pound her, making her scream into an instant orgasm. You had just a hard time staying quiet as it crawled over your skin, heightening your stimulation, tiny tendrils playing with your balls, all eliciting moans of wonder. You never considered the Witchblade being a third wheel, but it certain knew how to remain relevant.
The pair of you (rather three of you) continued having sex on that desk until the build up was too much and you came hard, cum exploding inside Sara's body causing her to climax, her body spamming wilding beneath you. When the pair of you finally came down from your high, the Witchblade retreated back to its bracelet form, possibly waiting patiently for its next opportunity.
You release a long breath as you carefully collapse on top of Sara's shaking body, the smell of sweat and musk filling the air. "Wow" she mutter, her chest heaving as she tried to breath properly. "It's never done that before."
"What? Never? I figured something like that could help certain functions down there."
"You mean masturbation? I never considered it."
You shrug as you push yourself up, planting a kiss on her lips. "Oh well. Guess you have to settle for me tonight." You kiss her again, then on her cheek, neck, collarbone, working your way down her torso over her perky nipples. "And I'm just getting started" you teased, moving down her body between her legs.
Sara watched in silence as your head lowered itself down between her thighs, before the detectives eyes rolled back into her skull and her head fell back onto the desk to release a gluttonal moan.
The two of you slam into the wall hard, the detectives crime board splintering as photos and pins fall to the floor. Neither of you cared as hands groped body parts and tongues fought for dominance.
Sara Pezzeni was one of the best detectives in New York, but you still couldn't resist the allure of a murder mystery when she asked for help. That turned into a literal witch hunt with some powerful supernatural artefacts, which lead to a life or death takedown, which after all was said and done, brought you both here, in her office, making out on the crime board.
"We should take this back to my apartment" she gasped, stealing some air as your lips parted momentarily.
"We should" you agreed, fingers digging into the fabric of her jeans to clench her smooth and perfect arse. "But I can't wait that long."
"Neither can I" she moaned, lunging back into the kiss. The pair of you struggle from another minute, trying to pry each other's clothes off between your writhing bodies, until something intervenes.
See, Sara has a secret, a weapon, a powerful artefact capable of many things, called the Witchblade. It disguises itself as a bracelet on her wrist, only emerging when monsters need killing or cases need solving. Or, in this case, clothes needed discarding. It came to life on her arm and immediately silvery tendrils tore your clothes to shreds, leaving you both naked in the office.
"Well that makes things easier" she quietly chuckles, taking hold of your naked body and whirling you around to the desk. Fresh tendrils shoot out and clear the desk for her to throw you onto, falling on top of you in a ravenous kiss as you wrap your legs around her waist. She breaks contact momentarily to position her hand at your entrance and before you knew it she was inside you. And it felt perfect.
"Well" you asked, raising an eyebrow. "What are we waiting for?"
Sara smiled as she got started, building up momentum until the desk was shaking beneath you as she pumped into your core in perfect sync with your ragged breathing. You buckled your hips and extended your neck as you came, the first of many that night, linking your fingers behind her head and digging your teeth into her collarbone. Your breasts bounced hypnotically on against her chest, pearls of sweat already making her skin glisten. She was beautiful.
To make the night even more interesting, the Witchblade continued to get involved, coiling around your limbs like snakes. It crawled around Sara's body and began stimulating her senses tenfold, even began massaging her breasts and teasing her nipples, a coy little tendril slithering down to play with your clit while Sara continued to fuck you. The Witchblade took it a step further by bringing two rather thick tentacles around her body to enter her, one slipping itno her pussy as the other pushes itself into her ass, making her scream into an instant orgasm. You had just a hard time staying quiet as it crawled over your skin, heightening your stimulation, tiny tendrils playing with your breasts and nipples, all eliciting moans of wonder. You never considered the Witchblade being a third wheel, but it certain knew how to remain relevant.
The pair of you (rather three of you) continued having sex on that desk until the build up was too much and you came hard, cum exploding across Sara's body causing her to climax, her body spamming wilding above you. When the pair of you finally came down from your high, the Witchblade retreated back to its bracelet form, possibly waiting patiently for its next opportunity.
Sara releases a long breath as she carefully collapses on top of your shaking body, the smell of sweat and musk filling the air. "Wow" she mutter, her chest heaving as she tried to breath properly. "It's never done that before."
"What? Never? I figured something like that could help certain functions down there."
"You mean masturbation? I never considered it."
You shrug as you push yourself up, planting a kiss on her lips. "Oh well. Guess you have to settle for me tonight."
She kisses you again, then on your cheek, neck, collarbone, working her way down your torso over your perky nipples. "I'm just getting started" she teased, moving down your body between your legs.
You watched in silence as Sara's head lowered itself down between your thighs, before your eyes rolled back into your skull and your head fell back onto the desk to release a gluttonal moan.
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