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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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"You're not answering me."

She leaned over, cupping his chin with one slim hand and staring into his eyes again.

"When I speak, you answer. Am I understood?"

"Yes." His deep voice growled from his chest as he looked up into her eyes.

Volga was stubborn but when it came to Cia he knew instinctively that he couldn't win.

"Good boy."

Her tone is not unlike a master praising an obedient pet, and her hand moves now to cup his cheek.

"You're going to play nice now, aren't you? I'd hate to have to... punish you."

The words she speaks say one thing, but the tone in which she says them — confident and entirely sure of herself — belays the ability to back her statement up if need be.

He wouldn't admit that she had broken him and at the same time he yearned for the destruction she brought in her wake. He wouldn't promise to always stay in line but she knew his nature and it was an unspoken fact. Volga growled again, this time his tone reflected her own.

"I think your enjoying yourself."

His voice was deep and it reflected the power he contained within his fierce form.

"And if I am?"

Cia's lips curled into a smirk, and she leaned in almost enough so that their noses touched.

"Would you rather I be... cruel, cold, and without any sense of fun? After all... I could easily do so."

A small twitch of his lips and it almost appeared as if he was smirking. To any other person it would look terrifying but it would be obvious to Cia that he found her teasing amusing.

"Do as you wish."

How could he have an opinion on the matter when Volga knew she would do as she wanted no matter what he said.

Her lips brushed against his cheek as she leaned in further, and her voice was a quiet purr as she responded.

"Oh, I plan to."

She punctuates that with the faintest pressing of her chest against the metal of his armor.

"Unless you have... objections?"

He began to growl but the throaty sound turned into a husky groan at the closeness of her chest. His mouth dried as he thought of wrapping his lips around that ample bosom of hers.

Volga couldn't keep his thoughts clean as she displayed her own prowess.

"None."

"Very good."

Her lips trailed along his jaw, then his neck, before she pulled away slowly, and with a smile that seemed more mischievous than before.

"Shall I... reward you, for behaving so nicely, mm?"

Her lips left fire in their wake and he wished for more. She had so much control over him though for a moment the tension against his shackles relaxed.

"Do as you wish."

Though by his tone it was obvious he wanted more. His deep voice was husky as his muscles rippled and moved as he flexed.

He thought to ask if he should please her but if it was a reward as she says, he wished for her to please him. Not the other way around.

"Mmm. I do so love it when you're... obedient."

Her fingers cupped his chin again, and her eyes looked deeply into his own; she brought her face close to his, barely an inch between them before she spoke again.

"Such loyalty needs to be encouraged, don't you think?"

And before he could speak in response, she pressed her mouth to his, capturing his lips in a slow, passionate kiss.

He didn't bother speaking but instead pushed against the heat of her lips. He felt fire burn in his core as she pressed against him.

Volga would reach out and take her now that she has given him such a sweet tantalizing taste but as he tried his chains held him in place. It was a subtle shift of muscles as his body yearned for more.

One of Cia's arms wound around his waist, pulling him closer to her as she deepened the kiss; her tongue slowly snaked into his mouth, and she let out a soft, almost innocent sound against his lips.

She paused, for only a moment, to shift her position; she straddled his hips, settling her weight on his lap lightly before she pulled away.

"Do you want more?" Her voice is husky, quiet, and filled with a rare hint of passion.

Volga parted his lips eagerly wishing to taste her tongue as it danced within his mouth. His lips pushed hard against her as their tongue's fought for purchase.

His desires were evident when she straddled him, his cock already tenting out the black fabric of his pants. His hips pushed forward as she teased him as a hungry growl echoed around the cell.

"Yes."

His deep voice was husky as he breathed the answer. She had him completely obedient now that she has offered two things that he yearns for. Destruction and sex.

Cia pressed her chest against his once more, reaching for the shackles that kept him in place. With the quickest motion of her hands, the heavy iron bands around his wrists and ankles fell to the floor, no longer needed to keep him in line.

Next to go are her clothes, stripped in a slow, sensual tease and thrown aside to the far corner of the cell; then, her hands move to his pants, and pull at them just enough so that his cock sprung free from the black fabric.

It takes all of Cia's effort not to slide herself down onto his length — even if she wants it just as bad as him now — and she instead brushes her lips against his ear.

"Take your reward," she breathes, her voice just as husky as his as she lightly grinds her hips against his. "Take me."

A growl rippled from his chest and he pulled himself free of his shirt without really bothering with his pants. His cock was out and that's all he needed. His strong arms wrapped around Cia's hourglass form and held her close to him as she whispered sweet poison in his ear.

Volga didn't need to be told twice but her words sent fire through him fueling his desire. He didn't waste time. He grabbed her thighs and parted them. His cock pressing against the wet lips of her pussy. He moaned sharply as he pushed into her. His other hand cupping her breasts and running a finger along her nipple.

His lips sought hers as he panted against her like an animal in heat. With his strength it was easy to hold her in front of him but after a few quick thrusts he brought her to the floor. His hips bucking towards her until her pussy swallowed him to his hilt.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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