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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[lustily]

"N...o..." Moira's voice was a desperate whimper, even through his grasp, and her hands worked even more desperately to please him. "Pl...ease..."

She whined again, her eyes reflecting the need that filled her voice.

"Let me... please you... properly..."

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He grunted his eyes looking down at her breasts.

"How do you plan to do that?" His tone was condescending and yet he urged her to speak with the intense glare of his eyes as they looked over her body. Pausing at her breasts and then the curve of her neck.

She appeared so frail compared to him and it only made his game more fun.

[lustily]

She noticed his gaze flicker downward, and yet it still seemed to pierce her to her very soul...

"...The... rest of my body... is yours..." She half-moaned, one hand reluctantly moving upward to emphasize her chest. "Please... let me use it... to pleasure you as you truly deserve..."

The longing in her voice was clear now, and her eyes were once more filled with that overwhelming lust and desire.

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A smirk pulled across his lips as he reached down behind her and grabbed the chains at her ankles. It took almost no effort to rip them from the wall and have them go clattering to the floor. He stood tall again his eyes burning almost violently with the fire that raged inside of him.

"I give you this last chance to please me."

That was before he took control and manipulated her body as he liked.

[lustily]

Another thankful sound floated out of her, and she leaned forward and nuzzled his neck. Then, slowly, she trailed kisses along his neck, down the front of his armor, until she finally knelt between his legs.

She paused to glance up at him, mischief sparkling in her gaze before she kissed the head of his cock almost playfully.

"Thank you... Master." She smiled lustfully, then lowered her mouth along his length all-too-skillfully.

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As she kissed his neck he slowly worked the armor off of his body, letting it once again crash to the hard floor. His beast raged inside but he was determined still to give her the time she wanted. Volga growled as her warm lips surrounded his cock. He was already large but he wasn't fully aroused yet. His eyes looked down at her expectantly as he tossed his helmet to the side.

He stood in front of her kneeling form with a smirk and nothing more than the cotton that laid under his armor. His muscles rippled and flexed adjusting to the change in weight.

Volga already decided that if she was so talented he'd been keeping her. Though that would be in the warmth of his room. For now the cell was enough.

[lustily]

The confidence, the dominance, that he carried himself with was almost tangible, a reminder that Moira was servicing someone that could very easily overpower her; it made her shudder to imagine that, at any given time, he could pin her to the stone floor and take her as he desired.

Her head bobbed and sucked at his cock eagerly, taking as much of his impressive length as she could; her gaze traveled up for the briefest of moments, golden eyes glittering just as expectantly as his own.

As she focused her attention back on his cock, however, she couldn't help but let her hands wander; one hand eagerly played with a breast, while the other dipped beneath her pants to finger herself, and her lewd moans sent vibrations along Volga's dick.

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As her mouth circled his cock he brought his hand to her head, pushing her deeper than she might otherwise be willing to go. He shivered as he pushed back into her throat wanting to thrust harder against her. His hold was firm but not overly demanding.

His eyes wandered to her busty form as she began to fondle herself. His eyes watched intently as her hand molded her breasts. He could smell her arousal and his body shook as the power to over take her surged forward.

With a swift motion he pulls himself from the soft tightness of her mouth, moaning as his hard cock was greeted with the cold air. He lifted her and turned her, his cock pressing against her perfectly shaped butt.

"I desire more."

His tone was husky as he growled into her ear. That was the only warning he gave her as he positioned himself to slip into the soft wet fold of her pussy.

[lustily]

The only way she could react was to push her hips back against his, a loud moan leaving her as her body accepted him inside; the simple feeling of him filling her wet puss was almost enough to drive her mad, her inner walls tightening rhythmically around his cock.

"Fuck," she breathed, her hips rocking against him. "So... good..."

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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.

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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.