Super Sodom HD - no 'cest edition

 

"It doesn't matter where it leads, we have to go!"

 

They passed through a tear and found themselves in the last place they wanted to, and his nose was bleeding. He felt the indescribable although familiar dizziness that occurred when tears were crossed and he touched his upper lip to see the crimson liquid. Elizabeth seemed equally disoriented.

 

"We are in Columbia again." she seemed equally confused as he was, looking around at the room they were and seeing Emporia outside through the window, except the day was sunny and the sky was blue as ever. The shop that they appeared in was empty and cluttered with junk of various sort, form flags and fireworks to toys and busts.

They heard a small "ping" as a piece of metal fell to the floor. To Booker it sounded like a spent shell, his instinct was to reach for the gun, but Elizabeth's words stopped him.

"Oh damn, my thimble slipped." As she said those words, she froze. This never happened to her before and she lifted her hand slowly to look at it. A whole hand, all five fingers, including the last one, as if it was there all along. She gave small, inarticulate laugh, confusion and happiness mixing in her throat as she looked at her hand and touched her whole finger.

 

Booker was still dizzy, but the memories of this universe slowly mixed with his own. There was something crucial that happened to both of them and this Columbia. It all came together as he saw Elizabeth marvel at her hand. This universe was similar but altogether different at the same time. Elizabeth, who was a stranger turned daughter when the truth came out, was just a stranger to him here. The blood ties between them were a bittersweet relief when they found but also an obstacle when Elizabeth decided that she wanted to see more than just a father in him and his conscience ate away at him as he loved her back in unfatherly way. But as he went over the memories and experience of a life he suddenly remembered, he could not remember Anna among them.

 

The girl in front of him was still the one he held dear, but she wasn't Anna. She was his girl but not his little girl. The guilt he felt whenever he looked or thought about her as more than Anna suddenly left him and a wave of dazing heat replaced it.

 

Elizabeth still marveled at her hand when she felt a pair of big hands grab her around the waist from behind all of a sudden.

"Oh, Booker, its you." He didn't say a word though but instead she felt his hand run to her breast and caressed it as he pressed himself into her back. The other hand started to travel slowly down, across her stomach to the rim of the corset and lifted it up to get underneath the dress. She knew she could get a spark out of him once she put on the moves but this was the first time when he initiated things. She felt odd with it and she grabbed his hands to stop him. "Booker, whats gotten into you?"

But he didn't stop, instead strengthening his efforts as he grabbed and squeezed her breast and his hand wormed its way underneath her skirt. She gasped as she felt his hand run down over her skin under her bloomers.

"Booker..." she spoke up again timidly, squirming in his embrace, but he didn't let up and only pressed himself to her again, his heavy breaths bathing her neck with moisture. She could feel him from behind now, pressing itself into her back. Her unease was now mixed with trepidation. She knew what was going to happen but she didn't know what made him do it. She gasped again as his hand reached her nethers and begun exploring them thoroughly. Booker never exhibited such behavior, he was always guilty over the fact that she was his...

 

Booker's heart was now beating fast, his head light and intoxicated form his own ministrations on the warm little body he was now embracing. He reveled in the feeling and made ample use of his hands, now pulling at her corset from the top to reveal more of her naked skin. Whenever she squirmed he would press into her and plant a kiss on her neck but otherwise he said nothing. Soon enough his hand was roaming free across her naked bosom and his other was slowly exploring, extracting gasps and pants from Elizabeth who now trembled with excitement as she held onto his hands. He felt his own excitement rise too as it continued it to press into her and rub against her back. His ministrations had the intended effect and he could feel moisture on his hand hidden in her depth. He begun to withdraw slowly but here he met resistance too, this time the girl was trying to hold him in.

 

She felt warm, her chest, her cheeks and her thighs all flushed. He still was there and now she wanted him to carry on,  dizzy and lost in the sensation herself. But he withdrew against her wish and his hand now traveled to her behind. He let go of her breast too, and he guided her to a table nearby. She anticipated what would happen next and enjoyed the idea of Booker in charge for once, although small part of her liked the taste of guilt on his lips. she heard him unbuckle his belt and pants and soon after he was back on her, bending her over on a table with a decided hand and lifting up the dress, working to get her bloomers down. With him in charge it all came a bit rougher than usual, his movements stronger, hungrier and more deliberate. It was enough of a compensation for the lost blood bond between them. She cooed as she felt his hand touch her in her soft spot from behind again. She wanted to press herself into him but his hand held her down on the table and he guided himself into her.

 

They both gasped as he buried himself in her and grabbed hold of her hip with his hand while holding her down with the other. His hunger was still not satisfied as she begun thrusting, at first easing himself in into her already eager interior but after a moment, he ramped up the pace. The desperate need he felt in his loins was now fulfilling itself, the pent-up desire that lingered ever since he fell in love with her. Now that there were no restraints, he buried himself as deep inside her as he could not sparing her for all her gasps and moans. They were only increasing his appetite for her body. He stopped pressing her into the table and solidly grabbed her hips with both hands, while she lifted herself off from the table and pressed her back into his chest.

 

"Y-you are a brute.." she said softly between her moans as he diligently worked on her nethers. She reached around with her hands to touch his face. As soon as her fingers brushed against his cheek, he slowed down. She turned her head around and leaned back to kiss him, wanting him to slow down and enjoy the moment fully. Their mouths met for a brief moment which was enough for Elizabeth to slip out of him and turn to face him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a deep kiss, inviting his tongue with hers and tasting him. And what a sensation it was, now that she had a stranger take her.

 

Booker broke away from the kiss and looked into her beautiful blue eyes. His initial hunger was satisfied and while he still desired release, he felt he could slow down. He wanted to love her, her gaze melting his heart. Her lips were all the more inviting now as he saw them, soft, velvety red and free for the taking with no risk. They were still in their clothes and shop had a sofa. Booker's single glance in its direction was enough to get them moving and they went for it, undressing each other as they approached it.