The halo breed episode 46

THE HALO BREED
SEASON 3
ARMAGEDDON
EPISODE 15
Sena watched her.
When she came out of the lake the water cascaded down her body slowly, moving in diamond-like rolls down the tantalizing slopes of her br-asts and hesitating for a moment on the tips of her n-pples, and then they rolled off gently into the grass.
Her shoulders tapered to a slim wa-ist and then curved out deliciously to her h¡ps and gracefully to her luscious thighs and calves. There were beads around her wa-ist and her arms and her ankles, adding to the great s€×ual allure she exuded.
Those roseate br-asts jiggled sweetly as she walked, having a cadence of their own, a magical vibration that was as breath-taking as it was peacefully violent.
Her l-ips were full and soft, opened slightly as she gently licked water along them. Her eyes were big and soft, her lashes long and dark, giving her the look of a goddess. That neck was as graceful as a gazelle’s and when she stopped close to him, he could smell the cleanliness of her, the amazing spirit within her that was beautiful to see even though it was invisible.
Here was a woman among women.
“Sena, welcome,” she said in a voice that was soft, and pleasing, and docile. “In this paradise, I am all alone. Come, Sena! Let us make magic together.”
She took his hands and smiled into his eyes.
She was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen.
“How did you know my name?” Sena asked without taking his eyes off her.
“Ah, my handsome Halowan prince,” she said and giggled sweetly. “I am Lamisi, the daughter of the goddess of love. This is my paradise. Look, Sena! The Oracles spoke of you passing through at this exact moment, so I’ve been taking a bath in preparation for you.”
“You have never known any other man?” he asked.
“Oh, Sena, my love, no man will dare come to the underground!” she whispered sweetly. “You’re the first man I’ve seen, and the only man for me. Together, we shall rule over this paradise.”
She took his hand and began walking.
Her buttocks were rounded and beautiful, undulating with incredible rhythm that turned the blood coursing through his veins to red-hot lava, and when his response shaped up in the form of a raging rod between his legs, he was not surprised.
Lamisi paused briefly to pick up a piece of cloth on the grass and gently wound it around her wa-ist and tied the ends into a knot. She smiled demurely at him and, if anything, she looked incredibly s€×ier with the cloth around her wa-ist than when she had been nude.
It was a beautiful, incredible paradise.
As they walked, she pointed out the areas of her garden to him.
He noted that this was a place to live.
There was food, water, beauty and serene peace.
Most importantly, there was Lamisi, a woman created as if he himself had been given the best ingredients to form a woman his heart desired. Her laugh was a tinkle in his heart, a melody that made his wh0le being weak.
Soon, they approached a beautiful white house with golden gates.
“This is my palace, Sena, my prince,” Lamisi said dreamily. “Here, you can be my king. We’ll live here together, my Lord. Just you and me and the beautiful children we will make.”
The Sage of the Spirits floated far above them with a troubled look on his face. He could not see the assassins of the spirits anywhere, and this troubled him.
“What is going on here?” he asked softly. “Is this a part of the Walk, or something else? Is the boy supposed to sojourn here for a spell? And is he in danger, or is this maiden meant for him, again for a spell?”
Sena and Lamisi entered through the golden gates and headed towards the huge glass doors. She threw them open and took Sena’s hand again. She breathed sharply when she saw how distended the front of his trousers was, and then a shy smile played around her l-ips as she led him across the huge, cool interior.
It was furnished with cane chairs and beautiful curtains. The atmosphere was one of blissful fragrance as they entered a room that had a huge bed in the middle.
The bed was draped with white cloth with red lace around its tip. There were flowers on the floor and decorating the bed. The awning above the bed was incredible, made of sheer white and red lace that fluttered gently in the cool breeze drifting from the windows.
“Come, Sena, my love,” Lamisi whispered. “First, a perfumed bath, for you do need one. And then bed, my love! You will marry me, and spend blissful nights making love, my dear prince!”
She led him to a beautiful bathroom where a large white tub was half-filed with water. There were perfumed plants in the tub.
“Come, my love, let me help you out of your clothes,” Lamisi whispered. “And let me wash you tenderly!”
Sena relished her cool hands on him as she helped him undress, and a moment later he was unclad.
She tucked her l-ips between her teeth and tried hærd not to look at his raging lance, but her eyes kept returning to it.
“Oh, my!” she whispered finally. “You seem starved! In a moment, my darling! We shall slake this hunger that has enslaved us for so long!”
Lamisi gently took his er-ction in her hands and rubbed it slowly, sensuously, and sweetly.
“Come, Sena, my prince!” she whispered. “Let me wash you down!”
She led him towards the bath.
Sena caught her arm and drew her towards him.
She gasped and put her hands on his chest.
“No, no, my love, not now!” she whispered with a sweet smile. “First, a fragrant bath, and then you will be clean and be in,side me all you want!”
Sena slipped his arms around her and his hands roamed the delicious mounds of her derriere.
She gasped and squirmed in arms.
“Oh, that’s so sweet, Sena, my prince!” she whispered.
He untied the knot of the cloth and pulled it away.
“Sena, wait, my love,” she whispered sweetly. “That bed has been waiting for you, darling! Let’s take a bath, and then I’ll be all yours!”
She made to walk off but he held her and drew her back so that the sweet mounds of her buttocks were pressed against the heat of his core. He put his hands on her wa-ist and brought them up slowly to cup her br-asts.
She arced into him and gasped as he gently rolled her n-pples between his thumbs and forefingers, feeling them going hærd.
Lamisi draped an arm around his neck and shut her eyes as he moved sensuously down her belly, car-ssed her navel, and then slid gently across her thighs.
She mo-ned and shivered, aware that even in his hunger he was controlled and willing to make sure she also enjoyed their coital dance. She breathed heavier as his fingers slid gently between her thighs, and she opened them as he played a tune of love on her inner core, his fingers like ice and fire as they excited her beyond her capabilities.
“Ohhh, Sena!” she mo-ned as her slick moistness, sweet and clean, greeted his fingers.
Suddenly, with a grunt of hunger, she turned in his arms, put her arms around his neck, and planted her full l-ips on his. Their k-ss was sweet and laced with honey, a gentle harmony that increased gradually to sudden violent stampedes.
She took his vibrating fishing pole and tugged on it desperately, pressing herself nearer to him and trapping the tip between her shaking thighs, rubbing it against the ruby cherry of her sensitivity.
His fingers car-ssed her br-asts and n-pples, and then he wound his hands around her and lifted her, supporting her on his strong arms as he dropped his l-ips on her n-pples, loving them in a way that had been taught by the spirits, drawing her into an intensity of base primal craving that could not be stopped.
“Oh, Sena, Sena, Sena!” Lamisi gro-ned. “Make love to me now, please, oh please!”
Still supporting her on his strong arms, he lowered her gently.
She grunted and grabbed his shooting gun, sought her own entrance, rubbed it again, and pushed the tip into her.
He held her as he moved deeper into her.
Lamisi put her arms around his neck and k-ssed him deeply as she felt him deeper in her. He moved magically, sweetly, madly, causing her to mo-n and squirm and crave, crave, crave!
He thr-st into her with measured intensity and strength, varying it, aiming it in a way that gave them both intense pleasures.
And then Lamisi used her arms around his neck as leverage and moved her wa-ist in frenzy as she tore towards her orgasm. She mo-ned and cried and k-ssed him intensely as they both began to race towards the ultimate.
She squealed and hit the wave first, drawing him along, and then he was vibrating like the most intense electrical surge was moving through him.
Lamisi held on, breathing hærd and almost crying with the amazing pleasures she had just been given.
“Oh, Sena!” she whispered. “That was godly! I’m so happy you came, and came. Let’s take a bath now and go to bed and continue!”
“You’re no V-rgin,” Sena said softly.
“What?” Lamisi whispered dazedly.
“You told me I’m the first man you’ve seen,” Sena said softly. “But you’re no V-rgin. Perhaps, you used a stick to deflower yourself. Maybe a branch, because you have space down there. A wh0le big space, Lamisi, my V-rgin.”
She stared at him, chagrined for a brief moment.
He noticed her smile faltering for a brief moment as a look of uneasiness crept into her eyes.
It was all Sena needed.
He flung her into the bath.
He saw the horror that etched her face as she felt herself sailing into the tub. She tried to grab him and pull, but he stepped back and kicked her in the belly, and she fell fully into the tub of perfumed water.
Only it was not water!
The moment her body hit the substance in the tub she let out a horrible screech of pain and horror as it began to boil!
She thrashed around furiously as her skin began to melt from her bones from the concentrated acid in the tub. Sena watched her calmly.
Her skin blotched and peeled as ashy smoke and a terrible sizzling noise emanated from the tub as Lamisi continued to scre-m and thrash horribly. Sena barely looked at her as he began to get dressed.
But the time his feet were back in the boots, Lamisi had stopped thrashing in the tub. Sena did not see the two assassins of the spirts as they hovered over his head and slowly retreated, putting their swords back into their sheaths.
Lamisi was now a skeleton in the bath as her skin had almost completely melted. Sena yawned and moved out of the bathroom.
He gained the courtyard, came outside, and saw the golden door in the distance with the light around it.
He walked calmly towards the golden door.
Prosper Freeman took one look at the horror in the tub and blasted away into the sky with horror.
“Dear spirits!” he scre-med in anguish. “What have you done? How could a human get dressed and walk away when a young woman was melting in the acid of the spirits? That was disgusting! That is wickedness, Spirits! Oh, that was so inhumane, so horrible! You have taken a gentle, perfect prince and turned him into a terrible beast! He is no longer human! You’ve destroyed him! He is a monster now! A monster! You turned him into a monster!”
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