Thread: A New Queen for a Chief {darkest_Fate&Jack Stalker}

Krutanga's movement surprised Emma. She tensed, eyes widening for a moment. Hadn't he said he'd ignore her if she followed his command? Hadn't he promised safety? or at the least not to fuck her? perhaps he simply meant those words at their barest surface level he wouldn't fuck her here, but even someone as sexually inexperienced as Emma knew there was quite a lot you could do without actually inserting a weapon like his into anything. Or perhaps he simply didn't care. Thus far he'd demonstrated a presence so commanding that it made the most passionate and virile of directors Emma had met seem like a tottering child by comparison. Every inch of Krutanga, from his fiercely expressive face to his towering manhood, expressed raw masculinity, that primal lust and heat that simply demanded attention and obedience. Again, on some primal level, Emma could feel her body responding, wanting him, wanting the best biological match, wanting to give to a presence that simply demanded it by existing. Perhaps that was what froze her as he tugged at her tight jeans. She certainly offered no resistance, even spread her legs slightly further, giving more room. She felt the panties slide along, leaving her soft, ivory ass bared to the man. Its paleness would stick out amongst so much dark flesh, though the supple roundness spoke to good diet. Tone spoke to work and exercise, keeping her bottom soft, tight. She shivered as she felt him exploring that, teasing about her, mapping her flesh with his fingers. Thick digits spread her body, and Emma fought against her natural urge to clench. Even then, she couldn't fully stop the tightly puckered star of her previously untouched anus from clenching. The tight hole almost winked as moisture slid along it, as if beckoning him toward the tightest fit in an already tight girl. Emma gasped as she felt the moisture starting to slide within, tucking inside her body. Another gasp left as he stretched her. Emma had to lean forward, to grip the pole with an almost white-knuckled grip. She took another deep breath, trying to reaffirm the awfulness of this whole situation, spread, bared like this. But raw heat coursed through her body all the same, even as his punishingly thick member slid over her. Emma let out a gasp, trembling as she felt him sliding along her body. Her hips rolled slightly, to show her... willingness. She could feel muscles already starting to flex, her body warming, even as she tottered in her simple work boots, her semi-practical corset keeping her upper body locked tight. SLAP! The crack hit Emma moments before the sharp pain did. She yelped, jerking, her body spasming about, thrusting so that her pert rear slammed into his lower abdomen for a moment, most of his thick cock extending upward, thudding near to the underside of her breasts. A pink print would rise upon her flesh, showing hot, while its heat started to seep into her body. Emma began working her body up and down, anticipating his demand before he gave it. Shiver took her as she rose to her toes, working to slide her hot sex over him. Undulating hips rolled up and down his thickness, riding it. Emma let gravity take her down at moments, her damp lips kissing him for just a moment. The sheer eroticism of the act, of the odd situation, of his primal musk, had brought out that primal reaction, even as part of Emma inwardly hated it and hated herself for feeling it. A seize, a promise of a ceremony. Emma let out another hiss, waiting again for her cuee. The moment he stopped, she spoke, as if eagerly waiting 'Yes, yes, that's it!' she lied. 'I desperately wanted---wanted your thick manhood,' she rolled her hips over said bit of flesh, shivering at its hard sensation. Her hips pulled so she could feel its full length, and sank slightly, lips starting to part over its side, just beginning to feel its girth. 'A---a commanding man, a ruler like yourself should cum wherever he wants,' in truth, Emma didn't want him in either hole. Her sex may prove dangerous, though she believed she was safe, while her ass would tear tremendously. 'My--my tight white sex so desperately wants you, but you may take my--my ass if you prefer,' she flushed at that, trembling again, rolling her hips against him. Another undulation let her glide her soft lips over him, and she swirled for a moment, not quite grinding, but certainly moving some of her wet along his own, giving his thick cock a decadent shimmer.