Thread: A Necessary Evil [Prince x Insatiable]

Brennan felt like he was in some haze of dark lust, with his boiling anger the only light keeping him from falling into blackness completely. Her filthy tongue continued to tempt him, planting images in his head that swirled in hot flashes before his eyes. His cock in Mara's mouth instead of his fingers, her sucking it dry, cheeks hollowing and filling with the effort. Or his cock impaled in a far tighter hole, that hot cunt where his fingers were again buried as he glared at her glistening, cum covered face. Her evil musk was everywhere, filling his nostrils and making his loins burn with desire. Every word she made, expression on her face, and writhe of her body seemed to just make him hotter. How his cock longed to be freed and the sudden, strong desire seized him to wield that flesh sword and stab it into her again and again. The bitch deserved it. You foul evil slut, you think you can tempt me? Brennan snarled back at her, embracing his anger again with a forceful effort. Feeding with her her own juices seemed to give the demoness color and energy again, her attempts to tempt Brennan were getting stronger as life and energy returned to her weakened body. You know I'd like to shove my cock in your filthy mouth and stop you from speaking. That I'd want to fill you with my seed. I'll not bother denying that... all men fall victim to your corruption in their head. But I'm strong and will not give you the pleasure of my cock. Never will I put it in a darkspawn slut like yourself. Shoving her against the wall and fingering her hard and rough to an orgasm seemed a strange punishment, but the act let Brennan vent his rage and frustration. It was a brutal finger fucking, one that would have left a normal human woman screaming in pain as well as pleasure. This harlot took it easily, almost seeming to find Brennan's rough touch arousing, like something she truly enjoyed. Her orgasm certainly seemed unlike any woman's response that Brennan had witnessed in his limited history. He watched with unrestrained fascination as she stiffened under his hands, her head rolling back and eyes lidding shut as her breathing turned to ragged, strangled gasps from pleasure alone. The demoness' body twitched and shuddered, her tight passage quivering and gripping his plunging fingers in spasms of pleasure, as she arched and violently and seemed to explode upon his hand. It was hot to watch, so decadent and sinful was the pleasure she seemed to experience that it only fired the repressed hunger in Brennan's head. He'd never cum like that, been rocked to a mind shattering, helpless orgasm, and he couldn't deny that her massive, body quaking cum made him envious, if only because of the relief that it seemed to offer from his own heated emotions. You have your cum, now clean up your filthy mess, growled Brennan. She'd soiled even the floor with her abundant evil juices and a puddle gathered in his palm as still more oozed out of her cunt. It was disgusting, or should be, but as he lifted his hand to shove it in her open and eager mouth, he was tempted to lick it himself. With a groan at the impure thought, he jammed his fingers between her lips, forcing two, three and then all four of his big digits into her mouth as he let her suck his hand clean of her evil arousal. Brennan's hand went back and scooped up more fluids from her still dripping slit, feeding it back to her as roughly as the first time. She wanted it, was hungry for it, and Brennan felt a mix of disgust and uncontrollable lust building at her open depravity. His voice was hoarse and thick with emotion as he barked at her again, Eat your cunt juice, bitch. Feeding Mara her own drippings became a mindlessly simple, but almost magnetically compelling act for the devout warrior. Yes, he was going to force this dirty slut to be clean, to make her eat the evidence of what his hand had caused. His fingers scooped her clear, musky arousal from her thighs, teased it from her still hot mound, even scraped it from the floor, and he fed it to her roughly, forcing her to lick every nasty drop from his fingers. Finally, when he couldn't easily find anymore, he slapped her face again as it glistened with a sheen of her own cum, as if to punish her for making him do this depraved act. His fingers tightened around her throat as he panted in front of her, his own face red with anger and lust. Now tell me, Mara, which fortress is the Dark Lord hiding in? Brennan growled, shaking her lightly with the hand around her neck. He used his other hand to tug on her shift, ripping the slit more until it split on one side of her completely. It hung from her shoulders, but was now open in the front and revealed her naked body freely. Her breasts hung temptingly below his head and he allowed himself one glance downward at them, eyes tracking her swinging mounds and feeling his desire building again. He caught one of those soft globes, squeezing it hard, before letting it go and giving it a vicious slap that set it to jiggling. Tell me where, or I'll have to give you pain, not the evil pleasure you so desperately seem to crave to live.