Thread: Sword & Shield

Nothing he could do. Less than nothing, he was completely at her mercy breathing because she allowed him, standing because she willed it. Tierian had never been taken captive before. He'd taken others captive. He'd heard tales of others being taken captive. He'd never been in a predicament such as this before, but he knew that this sort of... personal treatment she was giving him was far from typical. There was a vendetta here, deep and seething. The more he fought back, the more she was in a position to meet and then double his efforts. He knew this. He knew it, but still... fuck this twat. He couldn't give in. He couldn't. The press of her torso against his back urged Tierian's form into a wicked goddamn arch, a sharp exhale rushing forth from between clenched teeth. There was a mixture of pain and a perverted thrill he felt he was not the type to get off from pain, not like Keara was assuming, but despite the feel of her cottony shirt against his burning, sensitive back, he couldn't get away from the femininity of the feel, how her chest was not flat like a man's, but that he felt the touch to his skin in the form of a pair of softly rounded peaks. The prince's fingers balled into themselves at the base of his back, his cock sticking forward prominently even as his lips seethed. Fuck, fuck, fuck. No! Of all the times to be wrongfully aroused! Those fists squeezed but got nowhere. And when Keara's other hand slipped around to his front, to stroke her fingers through the dark curls on his tone stomach and strong chest, it might as well have been the kiss of death, denial-wise. The vicious ache she elicited and arch of his body when she pressed her curved breasts, her smooth stomach fully against his bare back, when she stroked her palm along his abdomen, when she stood on the tips of her toes and kissed at the side of Tierian's neck, and when that first hand came tauntingly close to the base of his very erect shaft... It was such a mixed signal that he couldn't think. Too surreal. Too confusing. His hard-on was too distracting. A meaty length standing prominently outward from a bush of dark curls, it was as impressively long as it was thick. Too much more of her touching him like this, he thought somewhere, somewhere in the back of his mind where thought was still possible, and he'd hate to think what she would do if she managed even a single drop of precum from this abuse. It was fucking betraying him. All the tail he'd given it over the years, and it was getting aroused now? From this cunt? His breaths seethed. His eyes were permanently winced shut, the feel of Keara's torso pressing against his back enough to make him shudder within the pair of arms slipped around him. What an awkward combination this was, to be in intense pain, to feel aroused, and to feel as if you were soon to throw up all in one jumble together. All he could do was breathe, just breathe between clenched teeth in short, steady gasps, and arch his back away fr her as much as possible. Somewhere along the line he'd caught her saying something, something about something, this or that, when he wasn't busy thinking about his predicament or wholly preoccupied with the pain. Something about attacking his kingdom... something about... She'd never manage that feat, burning a damn thing within Tamur's borders save maybe her men's own morale. Somehow, he managed a little smirk despite the biting pain and the rampant humiliation of his arousal. He was ever-resilient, this prince. And there was a reason the treachery back on the field was the first battle in a long time Ellencia had claimed. Then the comment about being her little bitch, about his whores touching his back and how it would always remind him of her... That was enough to, again, find a somehow resurgence, though Tierian's voice at this point was in a painful stammer. One of my w-whores, huh... Like... nnhg... like the way... you're touching me now? An upper lip sneer curved itself, the same time as he was still breathing through grit teeth. This son of a bitch was a fighter, that much was for sure. One of my whores... decent enough, ghh-... enough to give me a reach around, while she's back there... He even chuckled a bit, all while his eyes still remained in a painful wince. H-how about it, h-honey?