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

This would hardly be the first time Emma had heard herself referred to as the cream of the crop. But the lascivious words dripping from Krutanga's mouth twisted it into something almost decadent. As if she'd been reserving her body for him and those like him without even realizing it. how did he continue to do that? Continue to present each word, each turn of phrase, like some erotic promise lay just behind the words? Each and every syllable called to something deep within Emma, kept signaling to her primal urges that a man, a true man, a thick, hard, masculine beast of a man, lay just within her grasp. Still humiliated, Emma knew that the words, the actions, it all worked to turn her on more and more. The starlet let out a moan as he outlined her supposed previous life. Protests rose and died, transformed into little sharp noises as she kept moving. For her body, his body, never stopped. She kept riding along him, sliding her continually melting sex against his rigid, molten pole. heat transferred with friction, each stroke melting Emma's icy exterior more and more. The situation, the words, his raw power, it all just overwhelmed poor Emma, transforming her blossoming fear into something more solid. Those erotic changes twisted words into moans and almost sighs, though she tried shaking her head, to offer up that protest. She wasn't like that, wasn't that sort of girl, that sort of woman. But she could hear him promising to make her that sort of... of queen . A pull, and she let out a gasp as lips sought her mouth. The kissing made her shiver all the more, her body threatening to full melt into his arms. She reached one hand up, sliding about his neck in an almost romantic embrace. In truth, Emma needed the steadying, needed his thick, muscular, hard body to keep her from falling forward, to keep her upright, as steady as she could be. It relieved some of the tension from the hair, as he'd pulled it so taut as ot start to ache just a little bit more. He pulled back just as Emma could feel herself truly start getting into it, whispering more promises. As he did, Emma realized his goal, her eyes widening. Fingers worked. 'I--I've never---' she gasped, wondering if he'd even believe her. Tight muscles clamped down upon his fingers with a virgin's tightness. In truth, Emma had played with the hole, though only a few times. She'd been nearly drunk on wine, lonely, and curious as to whether buggering felt as good as some would say. Delicate fingers had teased her tight ring, and there had been a debauched, taboo pleasure involved. At least one of those drunken explorations had resulted in a light orgasm, and she got those so very, very rarely. But these thick fingers bore only the faintest resemblance to her past workings. 'Yes!' she cried, telling herself it was the script. She felt him sliding in, felt her muscles parting, tearing. Emma let out a sharp gasp, then a throaty moan, her body shivering, her hands gripping almost desperately against the pole, sliding along it. The raw pain of it eclipsed anything she'd felt before, and it brought an increasing fullness along with it. That debauched sensation only grew as she felt her muscles contorting. The ass pinched tight about the cock, almost as if it could squeeze off the chocolate head that pushed inside. At least she knew she was clean, had always been meticulous in cleaning herself he'd not find anything extra upon his cock, beyond what her body desperately produced to make this easier. A long wail left Emma as he pushed forward. She felt him sawing into her, and she shuddered, white-knuckles gripping the pole. 'ah, fuck!' she yelped at his command, feeling him pushing her more and more into the pole. 'Your huge cock'--her voice dropped the word, made the consonants harder, 'it's tearing my aaaaaaassss,' she hissed the last, feeling her muscles contort as a few more inches glided into her body, pushing aside flesh, working its way up into her core, driving heat and pain and fullness up into her lower belly, where that simmering fire fanned brighter, hotter.