《The Heretic Legion》9. Explicit Content
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I awoke the next morning feeling anger boiling up inside me. I'd made her sing songs of the elves. Hell, I'd all but fucking begged her to! She should have been begging me to stop, instead, I hadn't even fucked her yet!
Rage continued to build inside me, I remembered the pity on her face as she looked at me, the sound of her lilting voice. No, I hadn't taken her, but I could remedy that easily enough.
I threw the cover off and saw the thin robe clinging to her curves. I recognized it as the dead neophytes, she must have taken it from the supplies we took when we left.
She looked up at me scared but also angry.
I leaned over climbing on top of her and pinned her beneath my hips. I could see tears welling in her eyes but she narrowed them. Her hand flew out landing hard across my face. I put one of mine around her throat and squeezed lightly.
"Going to kill me now heretic?" She asked.
My other hand grabbed the top of her collar and yanked, ripping it down and exposing her breasts allowing me to stare openly at them.
"Not till you ask nicely princess" I replied.
Her hand flew out again and this time I caught it by the wrist, pinning it to her side. My lips came down against hers but instead of struggling to escape, she bit me, hard.
I released her hand and leaned up, wiping the blood from my now bleeding lip. I shook it off my hand and it splattered against her face. More from my mouth dripped down onto her pale chest.
I grabbed her hair and held her there while I ran my tongue over each drop that dripped down, tasting copper and leaving streaks of blood across her chest. My legs moved inside hers, forcefully spreading her thighs as I kissed her breasts. I reached her nipples which had grown incredibly hard, probably more in anger than in lust and bit her back.
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She screamed like a cat and then struck out like one. I felt for the first time in a long time fingernails once again scrapping across my back.
My already boiling rage exploded and I could see the spike of fear as she realized what she'd done. But then her own anger must have hit her and she dug them in deeper instead of pulling back.
I leaned in close and whispered, "My turn."
I thrust into her burying myself inside and tearing her hymen but she barely flinched as I smiled cruelly down at her.
"Was it everything you imagined?" I asked.
"I don't know," she spat "does it still count as losing it if the thing you fucked is a pussy?"
I actually laughed.
A skeleton's hand popped through the flap and I grabbed the rope. I then grabbed her wrists and tied them up above her head to the base of a tent pole. I kissed down her body as she squirmed. moving across her hips and down to her legs. I gently caressed them, feeling the tension in her taut firm muscles as they struggled against the arms pinning them spread.
I ran my tongue along the edge of each side of her pussy savoring the scent of her body. Then I ran it directly over, driving my tongue between the folds and exposing her. My mouth closed over her clit and I began licking. She struggled to push me free but I sucked her button inside my mouth and flicked my tongue over it rapidly. Every mage knows a little of all the manas. I pulled bits of fire mana from my body and expelled them. Then I compressed each one a tiny amount before releasing it and setting off bursts of heat and vibrating air inside my mouth. I could feel the rebellion taking place inside her as her mind and body warred for control. I kept up the magical assault on her clit while sliding my tongue inside her pussy.
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My mana slipped inside with me, creating so many additional bursts around my tongue it felt a little burned from the heat, but it vibrated faster than I could have ever managed alone. The heat and shockwaves hit her from inside and out. Her mind finally gave in. Her legs wrapped around my neck and she drove her hips into me, burying my tongue deeper inside her.
Her wrists strained against their bonds and able to stand it no more the tent collapsed into a heap on top of us. I tried to come up for air but she grasped the top of my hair in her fingers and squeezed her legs until I could feel the blood pulsing in my neck, struggling to reach my brain. Her hips were off the ground now, grinding against me.
She screamed, her back arched and every muscle in her body tensed at once as I felt her cum fill my mouth, dripping off my lips. I drank it all in savoring the taste as she collapsed in a heap.
"Your gonna need another shower," I said, kissing gently until the sensitivity was too much and I let her push me away.
I could see the shame she felt in her eyes when I looked up. She threw the tent sides off then stood up and I watched as she walked away, the sheen of wetness on her thighs and the streaks of blood in her hair that went down to the small of her back.
Part of me felt fresh anger. I'd been the one taking her, how the hells then had I been the only one left feeling horny and unsatisfied?
But another part of me couldn't help but laugh at the irony of it all and I released my anger. Instead, I simply appreciated how the gentle sway of her hips and bounce of her ass as she walked away made me want to take her all over again.
I put the tent back up enough to keep it off me then stay in the tent as she showered, cleaning my own wounds and sealing them enough to staunch the bleeding.
After I came out she looked directly at me. "You don't know me and taken or not you sure as fuck don't own me."
I walked over to her and looked down into her eyes. She looked both fierce and vulnerable at the same time and I felt weakness pooling up inside me.
"I don't know you, but I think I'd like to know you."
Tears rolled down her face and she reached out slapping me but I barely felt it. It gave me the time I needed though, I found the weakness inside and consumed it.
"And of course I don't own you, after all, I haven't finished taking you, you've still got half your virginity left," I then reached around and smacked her bare ass for emphasis. She shivered.
I turned and walked away, speaking as I left.
"Get ready, we've more Kobolds to kill if we want to survive long enough to escape this desert."
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