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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[not_trogdor]

She was bent and the view of her back before him made a thrill go up his spine. His hand traveled up from her hips over her ass and then up her back as he continued to thrust hard into her.

With a grunt Volga increases his pace using her tight soft pussy for his own needs. She felt amazing and surprising tight for someone who appeared to have experience with sex. His hands grabbed at her breasts and roughly molded them as he pushed harder and harder against her.

Volga leaned over so that her lips were inches from her ear.

"Your ass feels good." His voice was husky and deep as his muscular chest pressed against her soft back. All while he thrust desperately into.

Volga needed this release and he couldn't wait to experience her more.

[lustily]

A shuddering breath left her mouth as he spoke; his breath was hot on her ear, and the deepness of his voice was almost enough to make her climax then and there. For someone who didn't seem interested in pleasures of the flesh, Volga was certainly much easier to tempt than Moira would have thought.

"Harder," she pleaded, another moan rising from her. "Please, give it to me harder... and as rough as you can..."

All she could think about was his cock thrusting into her and his body pressed against her, and she wanted as much of him as he was willing to give her. The pleasure was almost addicting, filling her mind with a pink haze.

[not_trogdor]

He grunted at her request but after a moment he did as she asked. His fingers wrapping around her throat as his thrust became more powerful. He wasn't one to be distracted by his urges but with the two of them here in this cell it was hardly a debilitating distraction. He wouldn't miss out on an opportunity to feel the soft flesh of a woman beneath him.

"As you wish."

Volga bucked his hips up harder and harder against her not caring if it might hurt. Excitement raced through him as he let his desire grow. His hard cock pushing at her inner walls so that she expanded to fit him. A low dangerous growl ripples from his throat as he continues, his piercing eyes locked on her form.