Wild Desires

\"Wild Desires\"
By: Yin-Yang

Author\'s Note: It mainly a PWP and based off my story Rodeo Love, and thanks to a fan who had read my straight version of Rodeo Love and liked it! However, that person\'s name escaped me at the moment. -.-; It\'s like a Mary-Sue fic but hey, I like it and I decided to try a Western theme to it from an old rpg I lost a while back. If you don\'t like Mary Sues or graphic lemon scenes then why are you here?

\"Night guys!\"

\"You take care now!\"

\"Hey I\'m the designated driver so move over!\"

The girl laughed at her friends\' antics as they piled into the red jeep and started the engine. Mia stuck her head out the window, waved to the girl and slowly began to drive off while yelling at a drunk Ryo not to play with the radio. It had been a great Halloween party where everyone had dressed up from different themes and such. As hostess she had to locate a place to have the party and found this abandoned country club just off the highway thanks to Mia\'s friends. It was great and perfect that still had some power left and no neighbors to complain about the loud music. Enlisting the help of one of her closet friends (not to mention secret crush) they managed to bring in her truck loaded with chips, dip, cakes, sodas, punch, paper plates and cups, plastic forks, plenty of napkins, trash bags, and even a mop just to be safe. Now with everyone gone it up to her and her helper to finish cleaning up.

She turned around quickly when she heard a crash and rushed back inside… only to drop to her knees in laughter. Sprawled under a trash bag that hadn\'t been tied close with his legs handing over the end of an ice cooler was a cowboy in jeans, flannel shirt, a suede jacket and bandana around his head. He glared at the laughing girl as he tried to get up, cursing as his hand landed in a plate filled with bean dip and cake mushed together.

\"Oh that\'s right, keep laughing,\" he grumbled.
\"Um okay.\" Said girl managed to fall the rest of the way on the floor, rolling onto her back as she held her sides and laughed until she cried. After a few minutes she calmed down and opened teary eyes only to find cowboy looking down at her. \"Oh Ken don\'t be mad. It was funny. Kinda.\"

\"Yeah kinda.\" He smiled and reached down to help her up only to hand her a trash bag. \"You hold it and I\'ll toss it in.\"

\"Aye aye captain!\" she salutes and rolled her eyes as his huff. She held the bag open as they went about tossing pieces of trash, making sure that any food left over was closed tightly and store in the back of the pick up. They left the bags of trash in the corner though for now, tossing it out when they manage to locate a Dumpster and sighed. So far everything was all neat and clean.

\"Hey Kechara, I\'m gonna make sure the food is packed and such,\" Kento said as he rested a large hand on her bare shoulder.

\"Yeah. Or how about eating it all?\" she said with a smile, shaking the painted feather away from her eyes of her own costume.

\"Hardy har har. Just hurry up and finish okay?\" And with that he gave her a quick slap on her rump, snickering at her surprised squeal and ran out before she could hit him with the mop.

\"Ass,\" she muttered and rubbed at her bottom, feeling a blush creep to her face and focused herself to continue sweeping the floor. \"Too quiet… oh I know!\" Hoping over to her boom box on the bar, checking the CD and hit the play button. Soon the music of Creed filled the old saloon and smiling to herself began to dance to the music, sweeping the dirt and mud out the front door. Satisfied she danced around the area, feeling at ease with herself and never noticed she had an audience watching her from the doorway.

Kento merely stood there, admiring the way she looked in her Indian costume she had wanted to wear. It was simple with pants and kind of loincloth made of doeskin (she claimed it was fake deerskin but it certainly looked real) with fringes along the side. She also had a matching vest that revealed several inches of her trimmed tummy and laced tightly across her chest but time to time he had found his sight waving up to look at the gently swell of her breasts that peeked out. She even had a leather band around her left upper arm with some beading sewn into it, a matching band around her brow and a painted owl\'s feather braided near her temple. Around her throat was a choker made of bones and beads, something she made from a craft store. The only thing that was out of place were the white and gray sneakers she wore and the fact that her right ear was pierced five times and her left ear pierced three times, both with tiny gold hoops and two silver rings she wore on her right hand. Like for him the only thing to stand out was the digital watch her wore on his left wrist and a set of plastic toy guns tucked into his belt, guns courtesy of one of his younger siblings. That and he was wearing hiking boots instead of cowboy boots.

\'She sure is something,\' he thought to himself, letting a smile touch his lips and admired the way she moved. He remembered the way Rowen kept find any excuse to touch her or something, dancing with her at nearly every song. If he didn\'t know that the blue haired archer and the blonde swordsman were a tight item he would\'ve been jealous. He still was when he did so but Kechara knew that Strata was gay as she was straight and didn\'t see anything wrong with that. \"Love knows no boundaries. Besides, its the person on the inside that really counts,\" she had said more than once.

She was unique in her own way, having come from a hard family and had finally run away before she could have a nervous break down. To make the long story short she ran all the way to Japan and meet Mia, becoming fast friends. Now she was done with college, having gotten her associate degree and worked as Mia\'s assistance at Shinsha teaching world mythology. It wasn\'t her dream job but she loved it. When she discovered the secret behind the poem of the Ronin armors she had put it all together and asked Mia. Since then she felt like she was finally part of a real family.

Kechara was in a world of her own as she continued to dance, making up her own steps and having a great time. She twirled around once more, completely forgetting about the broom she had dropped on the floor and didn\'t realize it until she tripped and nearly hit the floor but something stopped her.

\"Hey you wanna break something?\" the large youth said as he steadied her on her own feet, hands holding her by her upper arms in a firm yet gently grip.

She weakly smiled at him, hands resting against his chest she as she blew the feather from her eyes once again. \"What? And ruin my chances of become a world famous dancer?\" She laughed softly and slowly shook her head. \"You know me. I could probably fall off the roof of Shinsha and walk out with just a buncha scrapes.\"

\"Hey when did you decide to become a dare devil maniac?\"

Before she could retort a sudden flash of lightning from up above split the sky, lightning it up for a moment before the power went out, plunging the entire building into darkness. Kechara eeped softly in surprise and clung to Kento tightly. He responded by wrapping his arms around her tightly, looking around as she waited for his night vision to come into focus. Luckily they cleaned the area up before this happened.

\"Well… I think the party has come to a close,\" he sighed softly and looked down. \"Hey Kechara girl, you okay?\"

\"Yeah. I\'m fine, just made me jump badly,\" she said in a low voice before looking up at him. \"Let\'s just get in the truck and go home okay?\"

\"Yeah whatever ya say boss lady.\" He patted his jean\'s pocket but didn\'t locate the keys. With a weird look on his face he began patting all his pockets, searching for the set of keys. When he couldn\'t find them anywhere he swallowed and looked back at the silent and dark truck waiting of them outside. \"Um…\"
\"Kento… do not tell me you locked my only set of keys in the truck!\" Kechara said with wide eyes.

\"Um I didn\'t?\"

\"Oh Hardrock you idiot…\" She sighed and slowly made her way to the bar where a box was till waiting for them to load. Rummaging inside she produced a few flashlights and tested them out. Luckily for them two of them worked. \"Catch.\" She threw him one. As he turned it on he shined the light in her direction, watching as she moved behind the counter.

\"Whacha looking for?\" he asked, wondering if she was mad at him. It was no use trying to break into the truck, not with that piercing loud alarm system and the fact they could barely see anything in the dark. That and rain was beginning to fall quite heavily.

\"Thought I saw an old oil lamp or candles. If we\'re lucky, we can use them in case the batteries go dead.\" Rummaging was heard before she settled two old fashion lamps on the bar, both filled with some old and flicks. \"Now, why don\'t you look for some matches?\"

\"I get better idea.\" He patted his breast pocket and located a packet of matches. Opening it he pulled the glass off and lit the flick. It took a few times before it finally lit and he replaced the glass. Soon a soft glow was cast from the lantern so he kept on the bar and the other moved to one of the tables. Now they had enough light to keep them from tripping or running into things.

Kento sighed as he looked around and flicked the flashlight off for now. \"Hey you know, this is kinda nice. Looks like we\'re really in the old west now.\"

\"yeah well this Indian girl likes the twentieth century very much thanks,\" she said in a stressed tone. \"Sorry ken just, well I was really forward to going home and watching the Halloween marathon on TV.\"

\" \'Chara I… I\'m really sorry. I didn\'t mean to lock the keys in the truck on purpose.\"

\"Hey I know you didn\'t so let\'s just get comfortable until morning.\" She shivered as a cold breeze drifted in. \"Too back we don\'t have a blanket.\"

\"No but we do have the table cloths! I\'ll be right back!\" Before the young woman could say anything Kento ran out in the rain with his flashlight. She continued to sit on the bar, waiting for him and rubbed her hands along her bare arms. She felt the prickly feeling of goose pimples forming and trying very hard to focus on something arm.

\'Warm warm, okay well Ryo\'s armor is really warm. Oh I wish that was here now,\' she sighed to herself before smiling weakly. \'It would\'ve made a great bonfire.\' She snickered at the image of the Ronin Armor of Fire standing still as it was alive with flames and her standing right in front of it, using the fire to make a s\'more.

\"Hey what\'s funny?\" a strong voice asked. Kento shook the rain water from his ash colored hair some and smiled as he held up the orange and black tablecloth with it\'s smiling pumpkins and glow in the dark words of \'Happy Halloween!\' and \'Fright Feast!\' He draped the thin material over Kechara\'s shoulders and proceeded to peel his vest off, wringing it out before tossing it on a old moose head that was still wearing a paper hat.

\"Just thinking if we had Ryo\'s armor we could be making s\'mores right now,\" she said, nodding her thanks as she wrapped the cloth tightly about herself and sat Indian style on the bar. She was glad for the darkness as it hide the hot blush on her face when the young man took off his damp shirt and hung it to dry on a chair. \'God… no wonder he\'s the bear of Hardrock! He\'s built like stone!\'

One free he stretched muscular arms overhead, stretching his back and smiled as he felt muscles stretch then loosen. Still smiling he went to the bar and leaned against it, smiling at Kechara.

\"What?\"

\"Nothing. Just you look really pretty in the candle light.\"

She blushed even hotter and looked away, feeling very embarrassed but looked back when he tipped her face back to his. \"No one ever said that before…\"

\"Then I\'m your first. Good.\" Without explaining himself he leaned over and pressed his lips against hers. He tasted more than heard the soft gasp, taking the moment of surprise to slip his tongue into the honeyed cavern. His hands clenched the bar\'s railing tightly, telling himself to pull away if he meet even a tiniest bit of wanting to stop but it never came.

It all but took a split second to realize what Kento was doing before she began to kiss him back with a hungry desire. All her pent up desires slowly began to break loose as she struggled free from the strangling material. She groaned in frustration as she tried to get her hands free to pull him closer, fairly melting against his broad chest as his tongue moved against her own, bringing it into play. Soon it was a slow dance as their tongues glided against one another, merely tasting and caressing rather than fight for dominance. With a satisfied sigh she pulled her hands free and slowly reached out to play with his soft, bluish strands of hair. It felt so soft even damp as they seemed to curl ever so lightly around her fingers.

Kento was surprised as her forwardness for maybe just a moment but quickly wrapped his arms around her slender waist, nudging her legs to open with his hips and pulled her closer to his body. Large, battle callused hands from days of fighting the Dynasty moved along the bare expansion of her lower back, tracing the line of her spine up and down. He smiled at the sound of the soft mew that barely escaped their lips. He took it as an invitation and ran one hand up her back, firmly rubbing her back through the fringed vest and the other to reach under the loincloth to cup at her clothed bottom he had spanked earlier.

Kechara almost jumped into his arms as the action, pressing her body tighter against his as tight as she could and looked down at him with bright eyes as their lips broke apart. She panted softly a she looked down at him, arms wrapped around his shoulders tightly as her legs wrapped around his hips even tighter. Neither said anything but as she squirmed in his tight embrace she could feel a rather large bulge pressing into her, into the rising heat between her legs. She almost laughed at the blush that now stained Kento\'s cheeks and squirmed on purpose this time, catching the very low groan coming deep from his chest. Instead she smiled and leaned down to trace his outer ear with the tip of her tongue, hands working over his broad shoulders and thickly muscled back before reaching down to loop her fingers into his belt.

\"Kento…\" she breathed into his ear, feeling her breasts swell even more from the constricting vest and rubbed against him once more. He groaned a bit louder this time, trying to press her closer to his own body heat. \"I have a confession to make…\" she purred, tightening her hold on him more.

The young man had to swallow several times before he could trust himself to speak but even then his voice wavered a bit, \"W-What is it?\" His breath came hot and heavy against he soft skin of his neck, licking his lips as the pale flesh was so very close he could almost taste it but waited. His hands made soothing circles on her body, encouragingly to please continue.

\"I\'ve had this \'crush\' on you for a very long time… since we first meet,\" she confessed softly, nuzzling his soft hair and sighed deeply. Her hands slipped from his belt into his back pockets, firmly rubbing his tight ass she loved to look at when she was sure no one saw her. \"I don\'t know how you feel but for this one night…could you pretend you feel the same way about me to? I want you so badly… please,\" she sounded like she was begging now and trusted her hips into his as hard as she could, \"Please… take me.\"

Words that sounded too good to be true he slowly pulled back, looking at her, searching her eyes for the truth and found that every word she had said was to be true. Lying in the amber gold depths was a dam, over flowing with desire and passion that if he looked deeper and long enough he could make out cracks beginning to happen to the damn itself. So he did the only thing he had wanted to do for a long time. His hand on her back slide up, gripping the back f her head roughly and crushed her lips against his own. Now he could taste the chocolate flavor from her lipstick and the other sweets she had eaten earlier as she Frenched her deeply once more.

Kechara could\'ve cried as she clung to him tightly wither everything she had, rubbing herself almost earnestly adjacent him but a hand on her hips stilled any more movement, making her whimper in want as she begged him to hurry. He didn\'t say anything but wrapped both powerful arms around her waist and picked her up, making her gasp in surprise and tighten her legs around his own thick waist. She had no idea what he was going to do with her like this but as the old saying went, \"Never look a gift horse in the mouth.\" She never really understood it herself.

It took the will of a saint not to just take her not and there as he resisted the demanding thrusts she was giving him... hearing her moan and whimper softly against his mouth... running a hand through his hair repeatedly... feeling her firm mounds pressing into his chest like that… Oh with everything he was putting up with he deserved a medal but right now he wanted to savor this moment and show her that he really loved her. Truly, madly, deeply.

He sat her down on the edge of one of the round tables, sucking on her tongue before slowly pulling away and had her lean back on her hands. She was panting harder now, chest heaving with every breath and a very fine sheen of sweat appearing on her pale skin. In the dim light of the oil lamp she seemed to glow, like a type of Indian warrior maiden or maybe one of those fabled goddesses. He didn\'t care right now. What he did care was making her his and only his.

The young girl watched with curiously and yes, fearful eyes, thinking he really didn\'t want her after all. She opened her mouth to ask what he was doing but the words died on her lips as he reached out with a large hand, deftly undoing the little knot the leather cord was done in to keep the vest close. Slowly and deliberately he undid the laces one by one, smiling as he heard her sighing relief, able to breathe much easier. Once the last piece of cord was free he laid it on the table, looking at the deep valley between her breasts before reaching out and cupped the heavy mounds in his hands, experimentally squeezing them as one did to check for ripeness in fruits. This cause her to moan deeply, making her nipples ache as they scrapped the middle of his palms and arched her chest to him more, rolling he head back in submission. His touch felt so warm and oddly comforting. She had seen the power behind those fists a few times and prayed to any deity to never be behind of those hits but now here he was, almost cradling her breasts in his hands. She gasped loudly as he ran a thumb over the dark nipple, making it send a rather pleasant tingle through her body.

Kento looked at her with one brow lifted and tried it once more. Once more a soft gasp accompanied with a slight moan meet his ears. If merely playing with her breasts like this made her act this way, then how would she react to if he did this…? He soon found out as she tensed but reached up to grip his shoulder tightly, fingers dipping in the firm muscles, her pants coming out shorter and more harsh as she seemed to be struggling to say something. He strained his ears but didn\'t stop what he was doing.

\"Ngh! K-K-Ken-aah! Kentooo!\" It sounded like a weak wail but she couldn\'t think straight. All she could seem to focus on was the fact that Kento, her biggest crush ever was teasing her nipple into turning harder with the use of mainly his mouth. The same mouth she had seen once eat an entire Thanksgiving turkey all by himself along with two cans of cranberries, half the pot of mash potatoes to feed a little over a dozen people and an entire pumpkin/pecan pie Cye had made. He was being so gently and seemed to know what to do as he licked, nipped, caressed the quivering mass of flesh. He looked up at her, his gray-blue eyes dusky with lust before letting them almost close and sucked on the offered nipple as a newborn babe would suckle milk from a mother\'s breast. His other hand continue to firmly give her other breast in time with his mouth, being carefully not to bruise the creamy skin yet it seemed to say it would get it\'s own share of pleasure soon.

She gave up on words and let him do whatever he wanted, letting the vest hang open and whined softly, feeling him continuously tease her like this. When he pulled back she took a deep breath and nearly screamed when he did the exact same thing to her other breasts, tracing the darken bit of flesh with his tongue, biting down on it with his sharp teeth only enough to make her cry out in a strained sort of mewing sound, his hand coming up to firmly squeeze her aching tit, fingers rubbing the wet and hard nipple to keep it harden as he worked on the other. Oh this was sheer paradise! A dream come true and she never wanted to wake up.

Kento smiled as he continued to take his time, inwardly wincing as he felt his staff straining against his jeans, threatening to burst free but focused himself not to focus on that. The time would come but not now. Soon both nipples were hard as tiny pebbles he would find in streams then see how many ripples he could make when tossed in. He looked down as the panting girl as she laid nearly sprawled on the table, head thrown back and legs spread open wide, letting him easily stand between them as he removed his hands. She looked so deliciously laying there before him he couldn\'t resist the urge to taste her soft skin.

Kechara felt herself to be whatever cloud that came after nine. She couldn\'t remember the number right now but who cared? She felt so alive right now, like when she rubbed her feet along the shag carpet then reached for the doorknob only this felt a millions times better. She felt strong hands guiding her hips up and so she lifted them as much as she could, smiling weakly as Kento (who else could it have been?) find the lacing that held them on and undid it, slowly tugging them off along with her sneakers. That\'s when she remembered what kind of underwear she had decided to wear under the costume. Immediately a blush covered her entire face as large, blunt fingers traced the satin thong she wore.

\"Hmmm… were you expecting this to happen or was I just lucky?\" Kento asked her, running fingers over her hips before following the line to between her legs and encountered a wet heat. If it could happen her blush got redder and warmer. \"No matter. I\'m here now and you\'re here as well. Let\'s enjoy this moment.\" Smiling like the cat that ate the canary he slowly leaned over and began to lick a trail down the smooth skin, fingers tracing her ribs that could barely bee seen even with her lying down. She tasted like a rare delicacy that should be savored to the very last drop and he did so. He traced her navel before dipping in, whispering against her skin to be still as she giggled and squirmed to get away. He had forgotten how ticklish she was but now wasn\'t for that. She also tended to get rather violent when tickled; she never meant to do it, it was just a natural reflex with her. Pulling back he guided the loin cloth away and knelt on the floor, spreading her ivory thighs further apart as he undid the ties that held her thong on and let the slinky material fall. She seemed to have been expecting something as he saw her so wet and ready. \'Well, I never could deny her anything.\' Using his thumbs he parted her moist lips and leaned forward to lick up most of the release with one clean swipe of his rough tongue.

She bucked her hips at the sudden feeling, choking back a scream as she dug her short nails into the wooden table. Her legs threaten to close but strong hands kept them open, deft fingers lightly tracing the tiny bundle of nerves that did make her scream in a weak way. All motions stilled before they continued.

He lightly played with her clit, liking the way she cried out but stopped when her cries were becoming too frantic. So he leaned forward once again and traced the tight ring of muscles, trying to gain entrance. The muscles quivered under his ministrations but once he was given entrance and then it was another world of pleasure.

Even though it took only a few minutes Kechara felt as though it was hours. His deft tongue licked at her release, roughly caressing her inner walls into relaxation, hands rubbing at her inner thighs to keep them from cramping up. She could feel her body just ready to give way, to literally go with the flow of passion and arched her back off the table. Panting harder as she felt it ready to come but then all of a sudden… it all came to a stop. Blinking glazed eyes she laid back to the table, looking up at the man as he lifted his head from down below and had a question in her eyes that clearly asked, \'Why did you stop?\'

Hardrock chuckled and leaned over her, pressing his ever so erect against her damp pussy and took a few moments to entice moans from both of them and took her hands, letting her feel the size and length of him. He watched as her eyes widen as soft fingertips traced over the highly sensitive skin.

\"Kento… are you sure it\'s, um I mean are… are we gonna fit?\" she asked in a soft voice. It took everything Kento had not to bend over laughing at her question but he did stifle it as he leaned down and kissed her softly and sweetly, taking her hand in his own and interlocked their fingers together.
\"Trust me, we\'ll fit. Just keep your eyes on me okay?\" At her nod he positioned himself and slowly began to slide in. Even with just his head inside her tight, wet, inferno that was her body he couldn\'t help himself and thrusted in with one solid and clean thrust. Kechara gasped and bucked wildly in his arms, crying out loudly and tighten around her in a death grip. Kento wrapped his arms around her tightly, holding still and apologized in her neck.

She merely held him tightly, focusing her body to get adjusted to the invasion. He was right, they did fit. And oh lord above and below he felt so good! It was as if he was filling her up completely and beyond! Slowly, shaking a bit she ran her hands firmly up and down his bare back, kneading the muscles along his spine before locating the belt of his jeans and allowed herself to smile a bit. He still wore his jeans and belt, only tugged them down long enough to free his very large and seemingly hard member. Still smiling she gripping the back of his belt tightly, pulled back just a tiny bit and pushed against him as hard as she could, closing her muscles around him in a tight embrace.

Kento gasped and shuddered in her arms, clinging to her tightly and smiling as he nuzzled her chest. \'So she wants to play rough does she?\' Planting his feet firmly he pulled back and thrusted in with another hard thrust, hard enough to rock her body adjacent the table and made her cry out in pure ecstasy. For a while he continue like this, going slow but deep, holding her tightly as he tried to seemingly impale her with his iron bo staff. Ironically that what it felt like. His rather painfully hard cock was nestled deep in Kechara\'s burning warmth that felt so much like a white-hot forge. Grunting he stood up, holding her hands tightly, fingers interlocking and drew all the way back leaving the head inside and thrusted in once more, harder and deeper.

\"Kento!!!\" the girl screamed, bucking her hips against his wildly, spreading her legs as far as she could, begging, pleading with him to just take her and mark her as his and his alone. She got her wish as he released one hand to rest one of her slender legs along his chest and draped over his shoddier, holding it in place and holding the other spread apart as far as he could before starting over again. She laid back and didn\'t bother to keep quiet as she screamed his name repeatedly, telling him to go harder, faster, deeper and he obeyed. Reaching down she furiously rubbed at her enflamed clit, adding more pleasure and teased the tiny bundle of nerves as her other hand somehow managed to fondle his balls already heavy with seed but still filling.

In and out Kento pumped, prolonging the moment to let this last no matter what. Her hands felt so good he bit his tongue, taking her hand and somehow managed to get her to slip her fingers into the tight hole filled with his cock. That when he shifted, thrusting upward and gasped as he felt a shock of lightning race along his spine. Underneath him his beloved Indian girl opened her mouth wide in a silent scream. Oh that was what he was looking for and all reason and concern for her welfare flew his mind like rats leaving a sinking ship. Primal instincts took over as he continued to ram into her that spot over and over, going harder. Sweat rolled down the side of his face and body like tiny rivers to mingle with Kechara\'s who was screaming his name and god\'s name in an endless chant.

\"Kento! O-Oh god… oh oh yes! Oh god… oh god… oh please, don\'t ever stop… Kento, I… I love you… Oh GOD!!!\" she screamed as loud as she could, gripping the back of his head tightly to keep him down. His ever-hungry mouth suckled on her nipples like a starving man would attack a piece of meat after so long. Bruises began to appear but she did not care. Not when it was given to her but her one love. As she kept begging for more she could felt it, their time was almost up and no matter how long she tried to postpone it but it came and it came hard.

\"KENTO!!!!!\"

\"K--KechaRA!!!!!\" Twin screams of release and pleasure echoed in the empty saloon as the girl laying submissively on the table climaxed in a powerful rush of creamy white liquid, coming at the same time as the cowboy as he thrusted in deeply several more times. He erupted every last bit of his hot cum into her extremely tight cavern, her body milking him clean and shuddered rather violently yet caught himself before he could fall on her. They stayed like that for a while, ignoring the heavy smear of release spread between their bodies, their bodies highly overheated yet…still starving for some action. Kento took a deep breath and pulled out, wincing and hearing Kechara whimper in loss. He slumped back heavily in the chair, reaching down and gave himself a couple of hard tugs on his weeping cock. He watched with hooded eyes as the semen landed with a graceful ache on his lover\'s body and finally sat back. Oh he was done.

Kechara moaned in delight, running her hands through the very warm release on her body and smiled. Tasting some of it she purred, licking at her fingers and with pain sat up. She took one look at her spend cowboy, a wicked gleam in her eye before pouncing on him, sending him crashing out of the chair and onto the floor. Before he had time to realize what was happening she had her sopping cunt over his face and had her sweet little mouth sucking on his cock as hard as she could, licking the cum away and fondling his balls.

\'Like I said, I could never deny her anything.\' Chuckling softly he grabbed her hips, lifted his head up and did the same to her shaven pussy. For who know how long they laid there on the floor, cleaning each other rather thoroughly before making love several more times. Finally, after hours of passion they curled up around each other, using the Halloween theme tablecloth as a blanket. They never noticed as the rain was very slowly letting up and to realize that the sun had been up for a short time now.

See you later cowboy!

Author\'s Note: *fans self* wow! I smut say this came out pretty damn well! And to think, I was inspired to finish this after listening to music. Hee I love it! Should I or should I not write about the other couples…? *Shrugs* I really wish Kento was around now *whining now* And before I forget, the name Kechara was originally created by Mercedes Lackey and it means \'beloved\' in Hawkbrother language. Want to know what I\'m talking about? Read some of her books sometime or stay tuned. Bye ye all!