Test Drive

[not_trogdor]

Captured:

His muscles rippled as he applied pressure to the chains around his wrists. They had taken his armor and left with only a light cotton shirt and pants. The did nothing against the cold chill that filled his cage. The cell was dark and the stone cold against his knees. He was perfectly chained down as if they knew what power he his lethal form held. The fight was a blurr and waking up in a ceil wasn't in his plans. He grunted as he shifted his weight between his legs, once more testing his shackles.

Fire blew from his mouth warming his chest for a moment before quickly being replaced by the cold. It wasn't a good plan so he quickly tried calculate an escape. He didn't know how long he had before his captors arrived. Whatever they wanted from him, he could assure that, they weren't getting it.


Got you!

He grinned to himself as he watched his prey in their cell. He was going to give them time to contemplate their fate before he approached. Food had been rationed and he knew by now they were hungry. He was determined to get what he wanted no matter what it took. Then again he was planning to have fun with it too.

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[darksorceress]

The feeling of Volga pushing against her, filling her so completely, teased a breathy, lilting moan from her mouth. Her arms wrapped around him in turn, pulling him close to her, wanting to feel every inch against her as he thrust into her very core.

She pressed her mouth to his again, once more tasting his tongue with her own. Her gasps and moans were muffled against his lips, full of passion and need.

[not_trogdor]

Her scent filled his noise as his hips bucked hungrily against her. If this was what it meant to be on her side then maybe it wasn't so bad. If he could taste, feel and fuck her. His hand traveled down her back stopping at her lower back as his thrusts quickened.

His other hand caressed her breasts and then began to roughly fondle it as his need to cum rose. She felt perfectly amazing, positioned under him and being used for such an act. Her lips brought fire to his tongue as he pushed his way into her mouth. His tongue tasting and playing with her own.

Loud moans filled the cell as laid atop her. He grunted with each thrust and groaned into the softness of her lips each time a new sensation filled him.

[darksorceress]

The sorceress's mind was quickly lost in the feeling of the knight's body pressing against her, playing with her, ravaging her; each thrust, hard and deep, teased another moan from her, the sound muffled against her lover's mouth.

Her tongue danced feverishly against his own, and she felt her pleasure building inside of her like a smoldering flame. Her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, making sure he would remain close to her.

[not_trogdor]

Her legs pulled him closer and his thrusts became more desperate with each pull. His hands continued to travel up and down her body as they laid intertwined. He broke their kiss and gasped for air as his thrusts became harder against her small form.

Volga's muscles tensed and flexed with each movement. As a tight rigged growl rippled from his chest. He felt so close now and he wasn't one to hold back. He pushed into her hard as her soft walls clung around his hard cock.

A deep groan escaping his lips as his hot seed filled Cai's warm body. He was hers in every way and even as he finished his hands moved to her chest and his hips worked to feel her own climax.

[darksorceress]

Cia's body arched up against his as he began to play with her chest, and a strong shudder rocked her body. She was close, so very close, and the feeling of him filling her with his seed was such an exquisite pleasure that she thought she would go mad.

"Just... just like that...!" She moaned happily, her voice filling the cell easily. "You're... so good... I'm going to——ah, yes!!"

Another cry spilled from her lips as she reached her peak, her pussy tightening around his cock and her arms pulling him closer to her body.

[not_trogdor]

He continued to push frantically inside of her as she commanded, wanting to hear the sweet music of her lovely moans. One hand trailed down her back holding her hips so that she was pulled tight against him as he pushed into her soft form.

Volga's lips curled at her cry as he began to slow his thrusts and draw out her own climax. She felt amazing pressed so close against him and he wasn't in a rush to stand. He pressed her back against the cold floor of the cell and pressed his lips roughly against hers as if thanking her for the pleasure she gave him.