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

No amount of work or stretching or arranging could get Emma's petite fingers to circle Krutanga's cock. She tried, shifted, moved her soft digits to try and grip something, as if she hadn't already learned about the thickness of this weapon when it had been shoved to the root into her ass. Her body spasmed at the touch, at the thought, at the memory, a little more seed drizzling into her, soaking jean and spreading out beneath her. The sensations made her shiver, lips parting with disbelief that this was happening, that she was letting it happen, that on some level she almost wanted it to happen. There was just something so otherwordly and debauched about it that she couldn't fathom what was going on here. The praises only furthered her own discomfort and ill ease, making her shift, that discomfort curling up in her gut, mixing with the arousal that grew more and more with each passing moment. Was she eager for black cock? Her instincts, her Western, proper Brit thoughts said no, said she should rebel. But she could feel that twinging, could remember how that cock had felt embedded into her ass, could still feel his warm fluids oozing forth from her body... She worked the cock, trying to hide her inner war. Fingers slid up and down, stroking it. They used the still clinging fluids, the spit, the leftover juices, to run up and down. Fingers lingered atop the domed head, working over the slit for a moment before rolling to the base. Emma's digits drew tight, working their way up, again pumping, again milking to try and pull it. She could feel his hands about hers, as if she needed his guidance and insistence after his command. The truth? Did she want to know what this was like? Again she felt that internal war base desires fought with years of intelligent upbringing and education, trying to find some odd middle ground. Between thoughts and stroking, Emma left her own sex mostly untended. The hand not actively stroking kept mostly to helping balance, to steady her exhausted body in a mostly upright position. Her gaze swiveled, and it took Emma a few moments to realize she'd had nothing to do with it. Soon those expressive brown eyes were looking up at the imposing man who'd---taken her. She swallowed as he kept going, feeling his seed oozing out into her shorts. Some white had started to drizzle out of one leg, as if trailing from her. The mention of a man had her flushing, her eyes flickering away. She'd had some before, but none had taken her in the rear, certainly none had fucked her like that. Before she could say as much, either in protest or confession, she found her open lips seized. Emma's eyes widened, her body stiffening from the initial grab, before she felt herself almost melting before him. His lips demanded submission, roaring like a wildfire. Her body could only melt in response. Eyelids fluttered close, mouth parted, Emma's lips almost going slack as she allowed him entrance. Her own tongue rose obediently to greet him, as a servant did a master upon his return home. Noises rumbled up as his hands mauled her still aching flesh. They rumbled from lips into mouth as hte girl shuddered in time. The moment he pinched the nipple, she yelped, body rolling. The hand gripping his cock tightened, squeezing with pressure to nearly match her tight ass from moments before. A part, and more questions. Willingly? She hadn't---hadn't really entered this of her own will... but---but now she needed to make him cum? Emma could hear her cue, knew what was expected of her. I have to play the role of the dirty white slut again... but it's feeling less and less like a role and more and more like some dark desire, some want that I didn't even know I could have, or that I'd even admit to considering having... 'I think...' she said, pausing to lick her lips. He'd said something about fingering herself? She wasn't sure she could, not while stroking him and reciting lines. She tried working her hand into her tight shorts, pinned slightly, and instead opted for focusing on the other aspects. 'I think you're going to take me to your people,' she began, her hand moving to stroke as she worked. 'You're going to show them that you managed to conquer a beautiful white woman from the foreign lands. That you are the great General, not simply a powerful man, but a sexual one,' she gave his cock another roll, fingers playing along its head. 'You shall tell them that I am a filthy white slut for your thick cock, before exposing my already partially abused body for their viewing,' she could feel her lower abdomen tensing as she continued, stroking him. 'Before continuing, you'll force me to wear whatever you deem appropriate for a cock hungry woman,' she let her hands flutter about his cock before gripping it like a lifeline, pulling at it as if it contained the most delicious thing she'd ever had. 'You'll own me with the clothing, stake your claim visually. Then,' she hesitated, looking in his eyes, knowing she had to sell it 'then, you'll fuck me,' she dropped the words hard, yanking on his cock. The speed of her hand increased, almost blurring. 'You'll stretch out my snug little sex with your monstrous cock. You'll fuck me so hard that I'll forget my name or where I came from, forget everything but your massive weapon,' she gave said weapon a squeeze. 'My tight little sex shall be reshaped into your perfect tool. Your hips will hammer me so fucking hard that I'll scream my throat raw, and you'll keep thrusting long after I've climaxed.' Her body shivered, rolling as she realized she was turning herself on. 'You'll fuck me into unconsciousness, only to wake me with even harder fucking. Then your seed will splatter my body...' She shivered, jerking his cock, feeling a sharp stab of something like pleasure hit her. Emma felt the jeep rumble around her, and she paused, wetting her lips while she stroked his cock, looking into his eyes, the good little actress seeking her cues.