Thread: The unlikely duo! (QB X Ursa)

Helpless. Unable to fight back. Complete enfeeblement. Conflicting emotions did bring up his elation as he tried to writhe away, even as she laid kisses upon his face. By the Saint, release me from this bondage, you heretic! he cried out, his face softly easing out as she began to grind her lower hips against his manhood, almost begging to be freed from his clothing. With a frown twisting his features, he bit his lower lip trying his hardest not to give her any satisfaction as he tried to control his moaning. N-no! He mustn't show weakness at a time like this! He had trained long and hard for what agonies he may face during his test of faith...but not once had he prepared for when a seductress softly abuses his body! He tried to struggle, but ended up chafing his wrists. Yet, he showed no slowing down, gasping softly then struggling even more when she began to slowly pull down his leggings. Ghuhhh...L-Let me go! he cried out, his language softening, much like the look of dismay as she forced his hardened, throbbing and cleaned cock right up, pointing upwards like the Tower upon pubic hair. Throbbing and warm, it was clearly begging for more as Roland closed his eyes tight, trying his hardest to hold back his body's sensation, only to lose as he let out a faint moan as she pecked his member's head, slowly glistening with the sweet dew of his precum onto the slit... Daniel frowned softly, but was easily brought to his knees when she did so. Something...was almost alluring about her, enough to cause his legs to weaken and his manhood to crave her. Are you so certain as to be talking to me in that tohhhhne? he asked, moaning softly. He looked so serene and almost...humble when he would groan in sexual pleasure. Almost contrary to that cocky smile so often shown upon his face. I would do well to show you my...expertise in bed. But I am afraid you must wait. You are rather wet so feel free to fornicate or even have this obidient girl lick you away at it. he said, pushing her leg away as he stood. His manhood was almost flattening, but a few spanks to Edith's rump and he found himself hardening yet again. How many children did you dream of having, Edith? he asked, slowly fitting his cock right into her pussy, warm and throbbing as it enveloped his hard-on. It was like...her body was craving him. Aoughh...Ough...ohh yes! Knhhnn! he pushed rather hard, caring not if she felt pleasure or pain. Blood from her proof dripped slowly along with her wetness. Marisala would not be the type to fondle herself without such dignity, instead smiling as she walked enticingly towards their stockaded prisoner. Huhuhuhu...those stocks won't break no matter how hard to try to escape from them, dear... she whispered, softly tilting her head up as she kissed Edith deeply, feeling her tongue enter, coaxing her clenched jaws to allow passage.... They say the tongue of a traitor waggles like a snake... Marisala leaned back, pushing aside her skirt to show the black tights against her cunt, tight and form fitting as the slit moistly stuck out the structure of her vagina, Perhaps...you can bring me to a peak and do something that no Lord has done yet... she whispered, tantalizingly pushing aside the cloth and spreading her cunt with her middle and index finger. Wet and warm, Marisala moaned just feeling her breath against her sensitive mons.