Silver And Black And White update

Sable couldn’t get enough of Peter’s thick, hotly throbbing cock and it had more than enough for her to get. She could feel it in her groping hands, see through glazed eyes how it thrummed for her, run her tongue up the fat blue veins that led to his cockhead and its delicious precum. She dug her tongue into the underside of the glans, tasting trickles of his seed as Felicia’s tongue wiggled in her asshole, wonderfully soft hands working her pussy from behind. 

But Sable didn’t need that. She had to have Peter’s dick inside her. She kicked back like a donkey, driving Felicia away from her before she straddled Peter’s rigid manhood and surrounded his throbbing erection with her snatch. She sank down on the swollen, rigid hardness slowly, feeling more and more of Peter’s throbbing arousal the more she took him in. She inched down, down, down on his rock-hard member until she felt his curly pubes almost mockingly arranged against her pert ass, telling her she almost had it, almost—

Then all of him was inside her, and Sable felt the old ways swimming through her pleasure-gazed mind, the Symkarian way with all its traditions, the ways it should be, the man over the woman, the man smarter, stronger, better—she’d fought them all her life, proving herself better than a million male rivals, but wasn’t Peter stronger than her? Wasn’t he smarter? But no, she was better, she was good enough to deserve to be fucked by him, to appreciate his massive cock, to love it the way it should be loved…

“Did I do like you wanted me to?” she babbled, barely realizing she was talking as the orgasms hit her over and over again, shattering her foolhardy pride like brittle steel being worked away under a blacksmith’s hammer, leaving the core of hardness she would need to be Peter’s lover. 

She couldn’t even blame it on Felicia—the Black Cat wasn’t touching her, just sitting and laughing as Sable foolishly hilted herself on Peter’s shaft, and now the whole thing was inside her, thrumming and shifting and throbbing in her cunt, and her whole body was rippling around it, coming just from having him inside her. The way it should be… Sable was equal to any man, but Peter wasn’t a man, he was a god, and of course a god was worthy of Silver Sable… of course a god deserved worship…

“Did you like watching the Black Cat eat my pussy?” Sable asked, still in a daze, her usually strong voice sounding almost drugged, her thick accent drowning out her words as she slurred and drooled. 

It wasn’t fair—wasn’t fair that the only way she could come this hard was to… humiliate herself this way… tell Peter these things… make him throb, and when he throbbed, she came, she came harder than ever… 

“Did you like it when I ate her pussy for you… cleaned all of your cum out of it… you can fuck it again if you want… I just love the way you fuck… just love… love… love you…”

She prayed to God he got her pregnant. Then he would have to marry her. And once he did, she would be such a good wife… a wife who got fucked every night… a queen who bore strong children to lead her country into the future. Yes, at last she saw the wisdom of the old ways. She saw there was no shame in submitting when it was to someone worthy. And there was no shame in being bred when it made her come this hard.