Thread: Mark of the Chosen [Mercury and Zprimal]

Julius played her like a finely tuned instrument as she threw her head back. His hands cupped her breasts, playing with her soft flesh and pebble-hard nipples as she writhed on his lap. Her slick shone wetly on the inside of their thighs, where her cunt wrapped itself tightly around his cock. He allowed himself to enjoy her as she rode him, the sofa dipping ever so slightly as she rolled her hips, repeatedly impaling herself on his shaft. As he felt her motions growing increasingly erratic, he cupped her rear, guiding her hips. Her contractions around him increased, gripping him like a vice. He leaned forward, tweaking a pink nipple in his hand before pulling it into his mouth. There was a lull, his tongue lashing her as she gave one last shudder, her back arching before her nipple popped free. She pushed down, her lips swallowing his full length, only to halt upon the red swollen bulb of flesh which had grown right beneath her hips, without so much as drawing too much of her attention. With a growl, a momentary annoyance that she had failed to take his knot, his hands rested on her hips, raised her and pulled her down once more. She was more than ready to take his knot, all she needed was one small push. His hips surged upwards sharply even as her climax sparked through her, hooking behind her pelvic bone. He could feel himself bottoming out within her once more, his knot forcing them to be joined even deeper to the point where he tested the elasticity of her cervix when his thick head pressed right up against her core. The combination of her climax and having her accept his knot sent him right over the edge. The first jet of heated fluid struck the upper wall of her womb as her pussy clamped down and wrung his cock for fluids. Thick ropes of cream filled her, with each throb inside of her. His fingers bit into the curve of her bottom until his climax waned, her own stifled cries of delight slipping from her lips against his shoulder. Even as their orgasms subsided, his knot still bound her to him. There was enough for them to maneuver despite their union around if need be, if in an awkward fashion. He sighed, breathing deeply as he eyed her. It mattered not what she thought at this point, the moment she had stepped from the doors in the lift, she had ensured that he was going to be fucking her all night. It is a pity, that you haven't received the treatment which is required of every Chosen. Otherwise, you'd still be in a state of bliss even now. His hand smoothed from her side down to her belly, beneath her navel. It was soft and fleshy, yet satisfyingly flat, bearing little to no traces of any form of physical discipline. In a few days, she would have a mark here, a bond to her demonic master and the beginning of her submission. She would have been likely to be snapped up, on the day new Chosen candidates were introduced into the online system for purchase. His thumb stroked her, You needn't worry too much about becoming Chosen itself, most demons have a very good eye of what they want and you should be snapped up within the first hours after finishing your assessment. Perhaps you can put what you've learned here to good use for your master. He offered her a small smile, knowing that while it was desirable that she would be purchased by him, there was always a likelihood that someone else who was faster managed to get to her first. He spanked her ass lightly, knowing she had no retreat from him and chuckled.