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Thread: Driven Between Sun and Moon [Damon and driven]

Marissa returned the handshake firmly, pleased when his grip was neither weak nor overwhelmingly firm. She found many men either acted as though they would break her or acted as if they needed to overpower her, neither of which appealed to her on a first impression. She returned her hand to her bottle of beer once it was freed and took a swig, though her gaze remained on this Kurt character as he tossed some questions her way. They weren't particularly surprising, though his clear interest in cars caused the tension in her shoulders to ease. This, at least, was a conversation she could handle. She flashed a grin and shrugged nonchalantly. You could say I dabble in the driving arts a bit, she laughed lightly. Not a strange first question at all. Actually, my kind of first question. Her head tilted as she brushed the curly strands of dark hair away from her face. I have a MkIV Supra with a fifty-four millimeter turbo. Rebuilt the 2JZ under the hood, myself...which probably helps answer your next question, she mused. Ideally, I'll get more performance work than regular repair work, but usually that regular repair work pays the bills more than the performance aspect of things...at least in the beginning. She shrugged. But I do a little bit of everything. She'd had long enough to dally. And she also wouldn't mention that she bought the Supra brand new back in the day... Jack sat back with a smug smirk on his lips as he watched the two begin to converse. He leaned forward on the table when she finished explaining her garage and waved his hand flippantly. Don't let her fool you...I can almost guarantee she'll be building and tuning all of our rides before long. Marissa's eyes rolled. He thinks I'm a genius because I fixed his car. You are a genius! It was just the fuel pump, man! Seriously, we gotta make you wrench more. He snorted and waved a hand flippantly. They told me it was water in the engine! She shook her head yet again. And your first mistake was believing them. She turned back to Kurt. What do you drive, then?
Thread: Battle For The Top [DamonHuntington x Janus]

The bravado screamed by Aiden fell in deaf ears. For Tristan, nothing but the thrill of the fight raged in his ears and surged through his blood. One, two, step to the side, the sudden motion of the blade as it tried to cut through steel and flesh - these instructions were all that the Warlord focused on, unwilling to distract himself with any trivial details that could cause him to perish. Aiden dashed forward in a fierce lunge, but the motion was far too obvious all that he got in return was an effortless strike of Tristan's blade that deflected the motion to the side. Is that all you have got, Aiden? I have barely started, and I can already see that this will be too easy for me , the commander of Radukor spoke with evident disdain, preparing his feint strike. The tip of the Zweihander rushed downwards, as if the sharp blade was intent on severing the nerves and the veins of Aiden's neck with a flick of the wrist, the weapon changed its course ever so slightly, directed at the chest of the opponent. Tristan knew well that, even if that hit did not make contact with the other Warlord, he would likely be fazed by the sudden motion. You are not on my level, and you'll only realise that in the middle of the combat because you were too arrogant to listen to others , the Warlord taunted with a ferocious tone, preparing a second strike aimed at Aiden's left arm. His feet stepped gracefully side to side, slowly encircling the area around the commander of the Lothark Kingdom, like a rabid wolf would do with his prey that would slowly, but surely, fall into the predator's clutches. Tristan seemed to notice some foul play was ready to be launched after the teasing, and in response he gave a back-step and swung the blade with its flat side towards the position where he believed Aiden's head would be during the next second. Last edited Mar 9, 2020
Thread: Battle For The Top [DamonHuntington x Janus]

td Aidens head stopped short just before running into the flat of his sword. He looked up, his eyes furrowing as he recoiled. Are you mocking me, Tristan? His wrist pulled up, striking the sword away as he reclaimed his balance, his body hunched as he faced the man. Another cry into battle as he charged forward, insulted by this mockery. The clash of steel rang through the arena, as Aidens strikes were continuously blocked by Tristan. He glared at the opposing warlord, who stood with nary a scratch on him as Aiden tried to shrug off the stinging pain that the cut on his left arm was giving off. The Lothark warlord gave a deep growl, as if to scare off the throbbing ache and refocus himself on the fight. White knuckles clenched around the handle as he parried forward, enraged by every strike that was met in return. I will never be beneath you, Aiden snarled, throwing away any tactics he might have had to win him the fight, fueled now by nothing more than pure ferocity. He burst forward, gripping the blade with both hands now as he struck at Tristan, each powerful strike of his Claymore rushing at the Radukor commander. Though it made each and every one of his movements predicable, Aiden didnt care. He was determined to crush this man through absolute strength alone. tdtd td
Thread: Battle For The Top [DamonHuntington x Janus]

Apparently, Tristan's plan to enrage the assailant had been completed without a hitch - despite missing the hit, Aiden bit the bait and took insult to the deliberate motion that was done in such a preposterous way. The Warlord for Radukor smirked and spoke aloud. Thought I'd give you the chance to dodge something, for once. I was almost worried when it seemed like such a predictable movement would hit you, but maybe in retrospect I shouldn't have been that surprised , the commander laughed, striking in a bladed flurry that changed the angle of attack with each hit. The Zweihander moved quickly for its sheer size, reaching out to touch whatever flesh it could. Still, it seemed like Aiden was trying to change tactics now, perhaps trying to avoid any kind of technique for the sake of solely employing his bodily force. With a derisive chuckle, Tristan also modified his methods - rather than parrying each of the strongest blows, the Warlord simply moved to the side and dodged - sometimes deflecting the course of the Claymore if necessary, but never spending more energy than the bare minimum. If his opponent kept this up, soon he'd be out of energy. And it was at that specific moment that Tristan saw an opening take shape right in front of his eyes. Aiden's arms seemed to be relenting little by little, each fierce blow made slightly less fierce and each swipe made a little shorter than before. The whole battle seemed to grind against the Lothark Warlord's nerves, making him more exposed - and, as Tristan well knew, any mistake could be determinant to victory. Unwilling to fall into a trap, however, the commander decided towards a very unorthodox movement he took one step to the side and closer to his assailant, ducked to dodge the incoming swing and swiped the sword upward to make contact with Aiden's neck and chin. He knew that the arbiter would be forced to rule this a victory for him if the blow worked as intended. Last edited Mar 9, 2020
Thread: Battle For The Top [DamonHuntington x Janus]

td The strike made contact. Aiden couldnt believe it. The force of the blow knocked him back, and as he tried to bring his foot behind to catch the fall, his body just couldnt do it. There was no more adrenaline, no more energy, no more strength left. It was as if each of his limbs had been shackled with weights, all pulling down on him to hit the pavement. How could he have not even landed a hit? All of the cuts and marks left on him singed, and all he could focus on now were the searing wounds that were painted across his body. But he was not going to go down like this. Aiden could hear the faint cheers to get up, mixed in with the boos from those who wanted a longer fight. His hand reached for his sword, determined to win in the name of Lothark. But all his fingers could do was dig into the stone floor. His swordwhere did it go? Crying out in pain, he pulled himself up, wincing as his muscles tensed, and tried to scan around for his trusty Claymore. The air was dusty from his fall, but he couldnt see his Claymore anywhere. Until he finally saw it. There it was, inserted into the ground, outside of the arena floor. Aiden had lost. Lord Aiden Greymane has been disarmed! The victory goes to Lord Tristan Drakton! The crowd erupted in both applause and screams, but all Aiden could hear was the arbiters voice ringing in his head. The lordor rather, the former lord slumped down to his knees, his body crouched forward as his hands clawed into the stone floor until his fingers were nearly bleeding. He let out a visceral cry, one that shook the colosseum as he sat back up, wiping the blood across his dirty neck. I know that you struck me with the blunt of your sword. Go ahead and kill me now, because I would rather die than serve at the likes of you, he bellowed, his last few words drenched in venom. Scowling, he pulled himself back up, fighting every urge inside of him to fall back down as he reached his arm across and unclasped the lock on his shoulder. He yanked his chest armor off and tossed it onto the ground, exposing his muscled, but weary body. You win, Tristan Drakton, he said as Radukorian soldiers rushed into the arena, surrounding the stage. Take my blood, because if you dont, Im going to spend the rest of my life seeking yours. tdtd td
Thread: Battle For The Top [DamonHuntington x Janus]

td Aiden watched in horror as his Claymore snapped, the metal blade flying off the arena and landing onto a cloud of dust. He fought against the bindings, his body writhing and twisting as his muscles bulged against the iron cuffs. The people in the audience watched in horror at their fallen king, some even turning their eyes away at the disgraceful sight. The former warlord screamed, veins pulsing at his neck as he tried to fight off the soldiers, knocking a couple back, even while he was bound. But strength comes in numbers, he soon found, as he was quickly contained back down onto his hands and knees. He snarled at them like a feral wolf, his body covered in sweat, blood, and dirt as he tried to snap at them. Aiden looked up at the crowd, at his people, through wincing eyes. He could see fingers and disappointing looks aimed back at him, at their former king. Others seemed to cheer on Drakton, satisfied that their new ruler had claimed victory. His body hunched, he turned his head around to see Tristans naked display, not even realizing that he himself was stripped. Fuck you! FUCK YOU! he howled, his body pulling and yanking at the chains. His arms nearly dislocated from his shoulders as he fought against the bindings, only to be forced back down as more soldiers pressed their weight onto their swords, effectively locking him down for display. Greymane was a man of pride, and to be exposed and stripped in front of Drakton, of all people, had only infuriated him more. Im going to fucking kill you, he hissed, Im going to take your hea Threats soon became screams as Aidens body was suddenly thrusted forward, and he felt a scorching pain like he had never before felt in his life. The former warlords ass had been ripped open, and it felt like he was on fire. His shrieks and howls rang across the arena, feeling the cock push inside of his virgin hole. His body went limp from the overwhelming pain, and he nearly had to catch himself on his forearms. But the shaft kept going in deeper, to the point where he didnt think it would ever stop. What do you think youre doing, he gnarled, trying to pull himself away, only to feel gloved hands reach for him and yank him back. Youre our lords servant now, the soldiers barked, laughing at the humiliated commander. They roughed him around, making sure he stayed still as Drakton fucked him. The pain was unbearable, as the thick cock pushed deeper and deeper into him, and he couldnt take it. Stop it, he growled, I command you to stop this His pleads were interrupted as the unrelenting cock used his hole, and each thrust seemed to invite a new source of pain that made him lose focus. His throat had gone sore from screaming, but he couldnt stop it. His hole had been ripped apart. And he had no other choice but to stay on all fours and take the monstrous cock. He fought against the hands holding onto him and turned his head back at Drakton. His long hair was drenched in sweat, and his eyes were filled with bloodlust as his words trickled out through gritted teeth. Im going to fucking kill you, you piece of shite. tdtd td
Thread: Battle For The Top [DamonHuntington x Janus]

The sight of Aiden screaming at Tristan's girth only made him feel more and more aroused Drakton's cock bulged and throbbed with each shout, ravaging the tight hole with intense lust. The opening puckered around Tristan's massive tool, making him apply more and more pressure to push into Greymane's body each inch driven forward required an herculean effort and a fierce thrust of Tristan's hips. Command as you wish, servant. You have no power anymore - no one to reply to your pleas and heed your call , the Warlord said amid the pushing and pulling of his dick, ravishing the hole with the strongest force he could muster. Doubt you're going to kill me too, since you had the opportunity and failed. You're all bark and no bite, just a man that speaks too much and does too little. Now you'll have a reason to scream, though , he asserted while making a strong effort to push two more inches into the hole that was getting, little by little, more pliant to every motion. I bet you want to know how much you're taking inside you, bitch that the curiosity of knowing how much your hole can be filled by a real man must be building up in your mind , the commander proceeded, in an attempt to make both her servant and his previous followers question his value as a man. I've barely started. You only have almost four inches in you I can triple this length and still have more to spare , the man aggressively claimed as he grabbed Aiden's waist and brought him closer with the strength of his arms, pushing yet two more inches inside. It only gets wider from here on, so you'd better open up more , Tristan ordered at the exact moment he hit the other male's prostate. Drakton grabbed hold of Greymane's long hair, intertwining his fingers amidst the long strands and pulling savagely on them like a horseman controlling his ride. A sharp tug made Aiden look upwards, towards the direction of the crowd that was watching the man that was formerly a lord fall into utter disgrace. This is your life now. You'll be nothing but my toy, and the best part is that you'll start to like it with time - maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but you cannot escape the inevitability of this discovery. You know that what I say is true , Tristan asserted as he thrusted more and more against his servant's gland and felt the puckering of the hole grasping the sides of his gigantic shaft. Last edited Mar 9, 2020
Thread: Battle For The Top [DamonHuntington x Janus]

td Aiden clenched his fists, continually convincing himself to endure the pain, to show his people that he was worthy. But as the huge cock forced its way into him, deepening the penetration, Aiden couldnt stop himself from screaming in pain. He tried to tighten his anal muscles, hoping it would push the beast of a cock out, but it only drove harder into him, claiming his hole. He could feel palms digging into his shoulder blades, keeping him down like some kind of neutered pup as his head yanked back, forcing him to look at the crowd. He could see soldiers he had trained, villagers he had saved from banditshis people. The look on their faces had made his chest tighten, a feeling foreign to him as he could see their fallen respect. Dont listen to him! he screamed out, saliva dripping down his chin. I am still your king! I shall return to my people once more! Aiden tried to speak through the brutal fucking, but as he felt the shift in girththat swell that stretched his hole even further than he could have possibly imagined, the former commander failed to hold back his cries. The throbbing vein on the underside of Tristans cock rammed against his prostate, sending a pulsing sensation throughout Aidens hips, causing his body to tense up as his back suddenly arched. He could feel a tingle against his own arousal, but the searing pain from his torn hole had greatly overshadowed it. And as the cock thrusted further into him, all he could think about was the pain. It was exhausting him. His body began to weakentoo tired to fight against the men holding him down as well as the unrelenting invader that was claiming his hole. His head dropped as well, hoping to hide the shame in his face as he prayed for it to end soon. With trembling lips, he could see a drop of blood splatter on the arena floor beneath him. It was from his lips. He was biting on them so hard to try to keep his composure that his teeth cut through them. The audience went quiet. All one could hear now was the wet sounds of Tristans large cock forcing itself in and out of him, breeding his hole for all to see. Aiden knew that there was nothing he could do right now. But hell be damned at Draktons lies. You can try to fuck me like a bitch all you want. But Ill never be yours, he hissed, tilting his head just enough to catch the mans conceited gaze. Ill never A blow to the head interrupted him, as the soldiers holding him down laughed. Aiden gasped, his vision blurry for a second as he tried to hold his balance. Fucking bitch making demands. Just shut up and take our commanders cock, you bitch. tdtd td
Thread: Battle For The Top [DamonHuntington x Janus]

The words coming from Aiden's mouth only made Tristan chuckle in derision. You're still king? You'll return? You signed a paper that relinquishes all control to me. From the moment you signed that declaration, you were doomed to this fate you were bound to serve me like you're doing and like you will do for the rest of your life , came the reply from the Warlord's lips, punctuating each sentence with a stronger shove at its end. Tristan threw his head backwards in pure delight at the fact he was now fucking, without any degree of care, his most hated enemy. The realisation that Aiden was now his for as long as he lived washed across his body, renewing the strength of each jab that forced its way into Graymane. Never again you'll be respected. You're bound to be known forever as the one that got fucked by me in front of an audience. Even if you escape, you'll have no land and no respect, whore. Even if you kill me, you'll be dishonoured as the one that did not fulfil the declaration you signed yourself. Can't you see that you put yourself into this position, bitch? You put yourself on your fours right in front of me, and now I'm making use of the position you elected to be in , spoke the man amidst groans of delight and pleasure. Tristan began slowly working more of his cock in Greymane, reaching nearly nine inches inside before the pressure was too much to handle against his shaft's base. You'll have a lot to learn in order to serve me, slut. I'm going to teach you how to take me whole with time and a lot of practice, but for now this will suffice , Drakton asserted as he looked downwards and noticed Aiden's flaccid cock. Now I know why you lost. Can't even keep your sword straight in battle , he said as he prepared the final piece of torture for all to see - the gran finale to a display of complete dominance. Here, I'll teach you how to keep it up still, by the looks of it, a one-handed sword would've done you more justice, is that not so?, the commander mocked, eliciting laughter from the nearby soldiers. Tristan's plan was simple, but not less devious because of that. The Warlord began moving slower into Aiden's ass, pressing tight against his prostate and forcing the fluids involuntarily out his right hand reached over and stroked Greymane's cock, first in a slower pace and then faster. The commander wanted, with this series of actions, to force his servant's cock into staying hard and upright, as a display that he was enjoying the act of subservience - and maybe, who knew, perhaps force Aiden to orgasm from the constant stimulation he was being subjected to. Whether that plan would succeed or not had yet to be seen still, even if it did not, that would be only one more reason to ridicule the former lord in front of the public. The rhythm of each pound build up as the hole was penetrated in a much more pleasant way than the former brutish penetrations. That's more like it , spoke Tristan as he sped up the movement of his hand over Aiden's cock as well. Last edited Mar 9, 2020
Thread: Battle For The Top [DamonHuntington x Janus]

The sudden outburst surprised Tristan, truth be told - but there was no way in Hell that he'd let others notice his reaction. Upon seeing the sudden release of the man in front of him, the Warlord glared at one of the guards that was watching the scene and used his head to motion that he needed to take care of the situation immediately, before he had to face the wrath of the commander personally. The soldier rushed to the spot with his nearby group, seizing the disgraced man once more. Crisis averted. Relief washed over Tristan, but he stifled the sigh that formed into his throat he needed to look like he was in absolute control. The comment about his 'disobedient bitch' elicited a hearty laugh from the Warlord. You know what they say, the best bitches start like that. They only need someone strong enough to take them by the reins ruthlessly , was the reply that Drakton addressed to his men. The resistance from Aiden made everything much more enjoyable, especially so because of the pre-cum that dripped slowly to the floor with every thrust. Look at him, he can't even hide how much he likes to be taken by his Lord. Considering his short length when I started pounding his ass, the current size of his manhood must have been the largest he's seen in his entire life , the Warlord of Radukor replied as he drove himself forward in small waves, prodding against the servant's prostate in a series of brief and sharp motions. The commander's hand moved towards the tip, fingers tracing the underside of Greymane's shaft slowly, until they slightly brushed the frenulum in a touch that could barely be felt. His right hand closed tightly against the part of the opponent's dick that was closest to the head, and lingered there for a while. Out of a sudden, that same appendage begin stroking Aiden's cock vigorously, synchronising the motion of the thrusts with the movement his member was subject to. Each push and prod became part of an intense crescendo, while Tristan's free hand scratched, and then slapped, Greymane's ass. If it's a fucking that you want, I'll give you that , said the man as he restlessly pumped into his servant and slapped his bottom once more. Last edited Mar 9, 2020