The Vixen - Part Two (Public) (Patreon)

A new adventure, starring He-Man – and his number one fan……

“Your glass is empty again,” smiles the girl. “Let me top it up – I have another bottle right here. Come – join me!” He-Man meets her smile with a sleepy one of his own – and allows her to fill his glass with iced champagne. They raise their glasses and he takes a generous draft, though the girl barely sips hers, and as he drinks her eyes are upon him, watching as he drains the final drop and lowers the empty vessel with a slightly dazed expression. She may not be drinking her champagne, but the girl is most certainly drinking: every gleaming inch of that muscular young body comes under her close scrutiny, and her tongue flicks swiftly over her lips at the splendid sight. For her thirst is of quite another kind, and she sees a superlative opportunity to slake it.

“That’s the one drawback with champagne, I find; that the glasses are far too small! Here – have another glass.” She pours again – and again He-Man raises it, tipping back his head to quaff it down. As he drinks her bright gaze takes in the sight of his muscled midsection stretched upwards towards the mass of his chest – and she feels the first soft melting of her innermost core in appreciative, secretive reaction. While his attention is wholly on his raised glass she stares with frank and appraising eyes, taking in the sheer, generous size of him, the broad shoulders, the narrow waist, the mounded muscle of the pecs and abs and the smooth and shapely thighs, and her gaze is inexorably drawn back once more to the prominent, promising bulge between them.  Not only that, but the little leather thong which so scantly shields his loins also leaves the smooth and shapely sight of his buttocks mostly open to view, and she peers around him to marvel at the muscular globes which seem to defy gravity in their perfection.

“Another glass?” she offers – and when that too is empty, she reaches out with a daring hand – and lays it upon the rounded rump, her hidden self thrilling to the feel of it while her eyes smile bland reassurance. The big blond hero looks surprised at first – but he does not draw away, and meets her smile with a slack one of his own, swaying a little as he does so. Her fingers indulge themselves yet further and slide inside the leather, kneading the hard softness of the manflesh within and judging it ripe.  And all the while her gaze travels over the god-like glory of the boy’s body – and lights once more on the protruding promise contained between those smooth-sheened thighs.

With a secret, knowing smile she holds out the bottle again – and pours him yet another glass……….

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