Thread: Attention!  (IWishThat&Valanaer)

Ashal had been so sucked up in the pleasure he had closed his eyes and let his body do all the work, thrusting away at the woman beneath the table and feeling so much pleasure that the guilt and resistance was buried deep down. He couldn't feel bad about the situation in his current condition, in fact he almost felt glad to be sliding in and out of the woman. He was completely ignoring everything else, Jasmine and any sounds made by her or Wythe as if he was in his own nonsensical world. The man who had come into the tent was being suppressed for the moment but that was until Jasmine moved closer and it all became even more real, her voice making him open his eyes and watch the scene unfolding before him. She didn't seem happy and thinking back from the beginning he had that feeling she wanted him for something personal and her anger just made him think about it all the more. She began to moan his name as she continued to be fucked by Wythe, his eyes watching as her beautiful form was slammed again and again by the man behind her, the perfect tits moving in unison each time she was slammed. It was impossible not to look and even though he had decided to focus on Christine he couldn't, not while the perfect body was right in front of his eyes, not when it was so close. He even found himself thinking about her as he continued to pump desperately into Christine, his eyes forced to watch and his body reacting favorably, especially as he heard her sweet moans mixing with his own as both of them stared at the other despite being entwined with other people. His movements became faster in this moment, the current situation pressing all the right buttons to get him excited, his movements creating a smacking sound as he quickly moved in and out of the woman beneath the table, and as it all happened he moaned a single word, his accent strong but the name being clear, Jasmine... There was a blush of embarrassment on his face and no doubt he would hate himself for it shortly but it was impossible to resist any longer, he just couldn't. Wythe didn't seem to appreciate what they were doing, looking at each other and calling out each others name, in fact he was so upset he got a little ahead of himself trying to impress Jasmine, trying to make sure his position was secure by becoming a bit more aggressive and smacking her perfect white ass and pumping even harder, one hand reaching up and taking a hold of her hair, gripping it for more traction, a dominant move to be sure. Ashal didn't notice it though, his eyes were still locked on Jasmine and her almost angelic form, his mind only seeing what was in front of him and for a small time forgetting the tyrannical actions she had performed, forgetting about his dead comrades and family, forgetting about everything to a point that his usual self would be sick. He even forgot about Christine for the last bit of it, the woman under the table being merely a pleasant hole for his cock. Christine didn't mind though, she was moaning loudly from below, her entire body shaking with pleasure and he arms giving out under the force of Ashal's thrusts, her face down in the dirt and her ass up for him. It was over soon after that, Ashal once again reached his peak, his weak body unable to hold for long at all and he came again, shooting inside of the woman, treating her like nothing more than a sex toy until the pleasure began to clear his brain. It was as if the fog had been lifted after reaching the peak, as if he had been drugged by the lust and turned into some crazed animal. His mind was a bit clearer now though and he pulled out of the beautiful woman beneath the table and once again turned his head, a sinking feeling in his stomach and the though that he couldn't be any lower at the moment, shame and disgust for himself overriding it all. What he had done was unforgivable, he had degraded a wonderful girl from his homeland and fantasized about the murderer of his people, he had actually began to crave the body of such a foul woman like some mindless animal, he was useless, it was pathetic.