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

How could Emma not feel it? The thick cock restructuring her innards to fit its needs. The constant pounding driving heat and want into her body despite her initial reservations. There was just something so primal in all this, something that made Emma seriously concerned that perhaps each word slapped down upon her from Krutanga might have just enough ring of truth. This debauched plundering of her ass felt so decadent and wrong that it shook her to her core, making everything within her tremble and vibrate. She felt her body bracing, sliding against him, and while she could mentally tell herself it was to ease the sliding, or to bear his fucking, at some level even she realized that her body bucked back against him, slapping her slender hips back toward his, working to impale herself. Fabric scrunched about her aching chest. Emma felt his touch mauling her there, teasing and pressing heat into her nipples and upper torso as well as her lower. It jolted and spread the encompassing heat. Sweat beaded and slicked her entire body now, drizzling down. It pooled along her lower half, catching her moist sex and the bits of precum and fluid to further drizzle over her. She could feel bits of hair form her loosely tied pony starting to stick to mouth and face, could feel her body desperately trying to fight a heat that simply would not diminish. Every bit of her felt aflame, a fire that he kept stoking with each thrust, that she fueled with returns. Hints and promises again came, and Emma let out groans almost to match questions. Had she wanted this? She'd say it if it would get him to stop plundering her. Or to fill her. or to tease her. Or... or Emma didn't even know. She found herself groaning an affirmation to his offer of brutal fucking without her brain fully realizing what those words meant. She felt her lips moaning out something that sounded like an almost drunken, almost slurred 'Yes,' barely discernible even with her proper posh accident. Her body rippled, muscles again tempting to squeeze. She could feel her lower half contracting now as the nerves began firing full bore. That tight channel began working his cock as she felt him slapping against her. It worked to pull, to squeeze, as if it could pull his seed from his hefty balls to fill her. Each tensing muscle twisted Emma's abdomen. She felt the coils of pleasure tightening white hot along her lower belly. Each press, each grind of her sex, each thrust of thick cock into increasingly stretched hole, twisted it tighter and tighter. He shifted, she almost cowed before him. Head dropped, body curved to meet him, to give him best access. To finish quickly? To feel more? She didn't care. She kept jerking as the coils steeled themselves. Emma could feel it beginning, and she fought hard. Swallowed down, tried to push aside the mounting tension. Her already quivering form shook all the more violently as the orgasm began layering itself within. The proper Brit should've cum the moment his cock glided into new areas, when his shift pushed her aching sex forward, when the pummeling reached that new height. Or perhaps as he groaned out. Or when he leaned. Or when---when his teeth touched her. 'Fuck,' she spat, clenching her teeth. Perhaps she could've kept her stalwart position if his hands hadn't slid within. The moment she felt his touch, she exploded. Emma's head whipped back, a primal shriek leaving her as the orgasm rippled across her body. She felt it tensing every muscle within, taking that fire and turning it electric. Nerves blew out as she came, came harder than she ever had before, came from her ass , from the raw debauchery of having her body used as this dark god's fuck toy. Surely he'd timed it, for as Emma came she felt raw heat pouring into her. It caused her scream to increase, and she slapped forward, her writhing, sweaty body clinging to the table as the orgasm eclipsed all other sensation. Spots swam as it rippled, ending shortly before he did. Emma shivered as cum drizzled her backside, adding more layers of molten heat. She felt her aching sex drizzle seed, mixing with his juices. It stained her thighs, pooled around her lowered shorts ,gathered in the panties. She felt it, felt it oozing forth from her. His words came, and she twisted, panting, looking up at him. They... he wanted more? She worked her mouth, wondering if her body could even move. She had to, or else, or else he would---would do more. He had footage now, blackmail. Emma groaned, trying to push herself down. The moment she was left without table or him to support, she collapsed to her knees. Bits of cum, hers and his, splayed against her knees. She took a few deep breaths, reaching up toward him, trying to gather his cum and the fluids that had leaked from her ass. She leaned forward, but she wasn't sure she could take him in her mouth, both from instinct nad from exhaustion. She gripped him and gathered it, pooling some of his seed and licking it from her palm. 'I--I want more,' she obediently repeated, staring at his cock, certain it would deflate, that this would be over and she could regain herself. He'd said something about keeping hard, but surely... surely. She kept stroking him, trying to clean him with hands, even leaning forward to spit, but the exhaustion showing on every inch of her trembling white body.