Thread: The unlikely duo! (QB X Ursa)

Roland's frown softened, his eyes half-lidded as he groaned gently. His self control was slowly slipping away, threatening to wash him away in a seemingly uncontrollable flood of pure lust. He could only hold back for so far...sadly, not even the will of the Saint could hold back the pleasure that so wanted to overtake him. Ahhhnnn he moaned softly, eyes trying to show his stone faced determination. He struggled as best he could, yet felt every muscle of his frame wriggle against the ropes. S-stop... he almost begged, only to moan out helplessly feeling her lips wrap around the head of his hardened manhood. Saliva against his sensitive flesh was just the cherry on top he moaned, this time unhindered by his resolute will. His struggles slowed, his body almost...giving up as he seemed content to simply wallow in the lustful invitations of Isleen's skilled manipulations. Judging from how easily she manipulated his feelings, she was quite skilled in her craft. How easily she made his virgin body quiver and moan! P-Please...stop this...I-Isleen... he whispered, yet from the panting of his chest it was obvious that he was almost...giving up. Perhaps it would be time to show him the finale... Yes, the torture was exquisite, but for the first time, in his mind, as he cocked his head back and moaned without restraint, all vows of chastity and abstinence faded from his mind there was only arousal and the flustered face of Isleen who pleasured him with much zeal. Daniel was left panting from the exertion. Whew. That was a good fuck there. I really wish I could compensate you. he whispered, smiling as his hand ran onto her ruby-red hair. She looked absolutely gorgeous when left helpless like that and no matter how much she denied it, she was blushing. Marisala looked like she quite enjoyed it, despite the fact their little prisoner's torture ended way before she was able to climax. Well, if you promise to cover your mouth I will be obliging to let you go. However, I have just one last gift... He whispered, smiling as she was released from the stocks, but as manacles wrapped around her wrists and her elbows, forcing her arms to meet. The due position was indeed strenuous and helped to accentuate her chest forced to such stature. A bar-gag, similar to the bit pieces used by horses was forced between her teeth, her ankles joined with a hobble chain that stretched just barely enough for her to waddle on. He attached a bell to her collar, one that jingled nicely as the chains would rattle on. He even left the key onto her as a bracelet. With that, he took what looked like a small bust statue, just the size of his hand as he worked it into her pussy, pushing in the cold metal and pulling over her panties to cover the stub. Walk home and you'll be all free. he said, smiling as he, followed by Marisala, led her towards the outside of his home. If you manage to get back to your family's residence, I will consider you freed. I just wish the best to whomever finds you first! he said. The movement of her chains was sure to cause noise, knowing the lustful guards she had to tread carefully otherwise she would be seen and raped...