Thread: A Necessary Evil [Prince x Insatiable]

Brennan fought to keep his face impassive again and his eyes unflinching on this she-devil's evil yellow orbs. Just giving her water was proving to be a difficult task as she somehow managed to transform even that banal act into a sensuous tease. It was those lips that did it, full and red, brushing against the edge of the flagon and parting so invitingly as she let the shimmering liquid slide past them. She seemed to suckle at the cup like it was something else she wanted between her lips. Or was that just Brennan's own repressed, sinful thoughts making him imagine his cock resting at that tempting opening? I would never hurt a woman, but you are a light cursed demoness. Trust me, I feel no concern about sin in my actions tonight, replied Brennan icily. Mara drank again, this time even more provocatively, arching her head back and letting Brennan pour the water between those half-open lips, showing him the dark red mystery of the inside of her mouth, her pink tongue rolling temptingly just past her teeth. The water overflowed that inviting hole before Brennan realized he should stop pouring. Like a shameless hussy playing with a man's spilt seed, Mara let it leak out the corners of her mouth, trailing down her chin and throat as Brennan's eyes followed the trickle by reflex. It headed down her chest and disappeared into the cleavage the girl's thin and coarse shift poorly hid, with the pious Paladin's suddenly dirty mind following it further in his imagination. Her lewd moan made him snap his eyes up and he frowned, letting anger fill him again to quell the desire she had begun to flame anew in his loins. He pulled the cup away and thought about slapping her again, but forced his body to calm. Her next words softened the hatred Brennan had begun to fortify in his head as she reminded him that she was part-human and once an innocent girl. Her story was shocking in the vulgarity she used, describing with such lust the slutty, carnal and sinful depravities she had embraced as she had turned to the Dark. Brennan listed with growing, prurient excitement as she hinted at the acts she had performed and now claimed she needed to live. The filthy desires she had were beyond even his most shameful, secret dreams of what a woman could willingly enjoy. When she mentioned how she needed to be filled and fed cum, his cock twitched beneath his armor at the image in his head of his cock giving her the hot seed that she craved. And then she was begging him to touch her. Claiming she needed it to live. The language she used was just too vivid for Brennan to ignore, each vulgar word sending hot flashes of lust through his repressed mind and making his body respond. Touching her most wicked spot was starting to consume him, the idea of her hot, intimate flesh in his hands. To feel a woman again was so tempting, especially when she called her sacred spot a cunt. The word alone sent a shiver of need through his tortured body. It was too much, he was losing control again and even if he could ignore her artfully writhing body, her dirty words were more than enough to stoke the building fire of lust in his groin. Brennan took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a second to purge his mind, and then shook his head sternly, gathering all his strength to speak in a measured tone. Too long in the dark and a person is blinded by the smallest amount of light. There is Light left in everyone, you just need to embrace the tiny spark you have. Accept the Light into your dark soul and you will have your salvation, even freeing yourself from this.... curse, Brennan said at last. The next part was more difficult and his heart raced and cock stirred again as he spoke, his tone getting angrier and hotter until he was half yelling at the end. I have sinned, none of us can be in the Light at all moments, we only strive for it. Yes, I have had carnal pleasures before I took my vows. And, to my shame, even after I took the vows I sinned again. But I have confessed all and walk in the Light today. I do not deny your demonic charms arouse me, your perversions so exotic they twist my pure mind, but to hide the effect would make me ashamed of them and give you power. I am strong enough to resist you. Was his last sentence a show of his strength to impress her, or designed to buttress his own faltering courage? Brennan didn't know, but knew his face was likely flushed with passion now as he tried to let anger displace the lust she was inciting with her writhing body. The two hot emotions were warring, so close to each other in their effect on his body, and the Paladin suddenly feared that his anger might stoke his lust further instead of displace it. He reminded himself to use his hatred and let that dark emotion burn brighter. She was evil. A killer of his men. A darksworn and foul creature of nightmare. This evil bitch thought she could break him, when she was the one tied up and at his mercy? She was helpless, a demon in the guise of a woman playing on his sympathy and repressed sexual desires. He would show her that he was a man to be feared, a hard man that could not be corrupted. A man she would dare not trifle with. You want to fucking cum? You want to live, bitch? I'll give you pleasure with some pain for the evil you have done! Brennan suddenly yelled at her, eyes raging with fury. He flung the flagon aside to clink loudly on the stone floor and seized her by her throat with one of his powerful hands. Choking her, he lifted her from her knees and held her so she was forced onto her toes before the much bigger man. Another slap across her cheek followed, this time with his gripping hand on her throat holding her face in place to take the full force of his blow. I don't care about hurting you. You are not a woman. I'll feed you your own foul juices, your own cunt's vile evil poison, I'll make you live until you give me what I want. Every bit of information about your Dark Lord that your twisted mind possesses. I'll have you begging me to let you cum and wishing you had even more information to give me. Brennan fumbled with her shift, trying to get his hand under the ragged garment, but wound up grabbing it by its short hem and yanking it savagely in frustration, tearing the slit on one side halfway up her flank, and exposing more of her pale, tempting flesh. He slid his hand between her thighs with an angry roar and let out a hissing exhale of surprise as he found her mound shaved bare, like some mockery of an innocent young girl. It seemed this slut had no shame and he forced himself to make that anger him, instead of arouse him further. His hand finally found a grip on her slippery sex, cupping her full lips firmly and feeling that tender, juicy flesh squish in his palm as he began to rub her. Damn, she was already wet, dripping with desire onto his calloused and scarred fingers. Her evil cunt felt unnaturally warm in his hand, burning him like he was holding hot coals. Pushing her backwards using the hand on her throat, he slammed her into the stone wall with a loud jingle of the chains around her wrists and ankles. Pinned like that, his hand barely loose enough around her throat to let her get ragged gasps of air, he started to rub her hard and fast, her juices spraying with his violent, assault on her slit. Is this what you want, you dirty evil slut? Brennan growled, inches away from her face. His fingers were drenched and he began to plunge two of them deep into her hole with every stroke. Her passage was even hotter than her folds and he wriggled his thick digits in her roughly, stretching the tight walls and almost shaking her entire body with the aggressive motion. Blood was pounding in his head and all he could hear was his own panting breaths, the jingle of her chains, and the loud slurping and smacking noises coming from between her legs from his violent fingering. He pulled his dripping hand up and smeared her juices over her face, coating her forehead, cheeks and lips with the clear liquid before finally shoving fingers into her mouth to suck clean. You want your own cunt juice, then eat it. Brennan was flushed now with anger, his face almost red. His hand went back to Mara's pussy, rubbing and finger fucking her now harder than before as the grip on her throat pulsed tighter at times. He was going to get her to cum as fast and roughly as possible and give her as little joy as he could. Let feeding her, if that was what this was, be as uncomfortable and painful as possible. This close to her beguiling face, those yellow eyes inches away, he had to fight to keep his anger burning. The smell of her slit was everywhere now as her skin glistened with her evil fluids. A heavy, musky odor that Brennan hadn't smelled in years was filling his nose. It reeked of evil, desire, sin, sex, and of course, womanhood. Dimly, he was aware of how aroused he was as his hand pumped against Mara's slit. His cock was uncomfortably hard, straining underneath his metal armor as it pointed straight down one of his legs. Fuck, this was going to be difficult. I'll make you cum... make you fucking live... make you talk you bitch... I own you.