Hellfire {4/11}afterandalasiaOctober 17 2014, 22:23:22 UTC
She slapped his cock, and he yelped. "You were the one to call me slattern," Esmeralda said. "Do you imagine that men are the only ones who wish to fuck? If you were, you would have only each other to bugger." She pushed his shoulders back, sending him stumbling towards the wall, and strode boldly to the open door just as the two men appeared in the doorway.
"Hey!" one of them shouted, going for his sword. The other drew in a breath which, Esmeralda just knew, would be to call for more men. "Get back in there!"
"Now now, gentlemen," said Esmeralda, "do you really think that you need weapons?"
It is a well-known fact that many a man in possession of a working cock will struggle when faced with any attractive woman. A quite naked one, her lips debauchedly swollen and her thighs shining, is still harder to deal with.
The one with the torch seemed to deflate. He had golden hair, and if she ignored the great moustache and the roundness to his cheeks she could almost have imagined that he was Phoebus. Not that it mattered. The other was skinny, with a reddish-brown beard and an expression that verged on the terrified.
"What are you doing?" said the one with the torch, as if it was not apparent.
"Your fellow soldier was fucking me," said Esmeralda breezily. "Would you like to take a turn?"
To judge from their expressions, neither man had been spoken to in such a manner before. Even whores tended to be a little more circumspect in their words. Esmeralda ran one finger across her inner thigh, then ran her tongue over it again.
"This is some trick," said the one with the beard.
His fellow patrolman frowned, then put his torch into a bracket on the wall and shrugged off his swordbelt and hat as the first soldier had done. "You want to be fucked, harlot?"
Again, she smirked. "Maybe you need his cock in your ear, to clean it out." Anger flickered across the soldier's face, but Esmeralda was laughing as he pushed her back against the bars. She met his eyes unwaveringly, feeling more and more like the predator, the one that they should be fearing. "Are you man enough to fuck me?"
He put one hand to her throat, not choking-tight but enough to hold her still, as his other hand slipped between her legs. She opened them for him willingly, felt him slide two fingers into her, and clenched her muscles around him to see the lust flash in his eyes.
"Fuck," he said, half in admiration and half in disgust. "She's wet as the morning rain. You want a fucking? We'll see to that. Jean!" he snapped to the man with the beard.
Esmeralda allowed the man to wind one hand into her hair, letting it pull tight against her scalp. She could feel the tension on the air, smell it on the skin of the man as he dragged her over to the table and pushed her up against it. The first soldier followed them out of the cell with confusion apparent on his face, as if he could not imagine how the woman that seduced him could also have the arcane power to seduce other men. She could have laughed just at his expression.
She braced her hands on the table, feeling it bite against her ass, and spread her legs just a little. This man had a bolder look in his eye, the look of a man that has a devil on his shoulder and no fear of it, and his hands did not shake as he unlaced his hose and pulled out his cock, already hard and shining with pre-cum, and met her eye as he pushed slowly into her.
"Better," she said, the corner of her mouth curling. She reached up and slipped one hand into his golden hair, gripping at least as tightly as he done, so that she saw him bare his teeth at the sting. But he ignored it, taking hold of her hips to fuck her, already so wet from wanting that it was no effort to take him in. His cock was a little thicker, she could feel, stretching her just a little more, and her breath came quicker as he took her against the wood, the edge of the table scraping against her with each thrust and just enough of a counterpoint to the pleasure.
"Hey!" one of them shouted, going for his sword. The other drew in a breath which, Esmeralda just knew, would be to call for more men. "Get back in there!"
"Now now, gentlemen," said Esmeralda, "do you really think that you need weapons?"
It is a well-known fact that many a man in possession of a working cock will struggle when faced with any attractive woman. A quite naked one, her lips debauchedly swollen and her thighs shining, is still harder to deal with.
The one with the torch seemed to deflate. He had golden hair, and if she ignored the great moustache and the roundness to his cheeks she could almost have imagined that he was Phoebus. Not that it mattered. The other was skinny, with a reddish-brown beard and an expression that verged on the terrified.
"What are you doing?" said the one with the torch, as if it was not apparent.
"Your fellow soldier was fucking me," said Esmeralda breezily. "Would you like to take a turn?"
To judge from their expressions, neither man had been spoken to in such a manner before. Even whores tended to be a little more circumspect in their words. Esmeralda ran one finger across her inner thigh, then ran her tongue over it again.
"This is some trick," said the one with the beard.
His fellow patrolman frowned, then put his torch into a bracket on the wall and shrugged off his swordbelt and hat as the first soldier had done. "You want to be fucked, harlot?"
Again, she smirked. "Maybe you need his cock in your ear, to clean it out." Anger flickered across the soldier's face, but Esmeralda was laughing as he pushed her back against the bars. She met his eyes unwaveringly, feeling more and more like the predator, the one that they should be fearing. "Are you man enough to fuck me?"
He put one hand to her throat, not choking-tight but enough to hold her still, as his other hand slipped between her legs. She opened them for him willingly, felt him slide two fingers into her, and clenched her muscles around him to see the lust flash in his eyes.
"Fuck," he said, half in admiration and half in disgust. "She's wet as the morning rain. You want a fucking? We'll see to that. Jean!" he snapped to the man with the beard.
Esmeralda allowed the man to wind one hand into her hair, letting it pull tight against her scalp. She could feel the tension on the air, smell it on the skin of the man as he dragged her over to the table and pushed her up against it. The first soldier followed them out of the cell with confusion apparent on his face, as if he could not imagine how the woman that seduced him could also have the arcane power to seduce other men. She could have laughed just at his expression.
She braced her hands on the table, feeling it bite against her ass, and spread her legs just a little. This man had a bolder look in his eye, the look of a man that has a devil on his shoulder and no fear of it, and his hands did not shake as he unlaced his hose and pulled out his cock, already hard and shining with pre-cum, and met her eye as he pushed slowly into her.
"Better," she said, the corner of her mouth curling. She reached up and slipped one hand into his golden hair, gripping at least as tightly as he done, so that she saw him bare his teeth at the sting. But he ignored it, taking hold of her hips to fuck her, already so wet from wanting that it was no effort to take him in. His cock was a little thicker, she could feel, stretching her just a little more, and her breath came quicker as he took her against the wood, the edge of the table scraping against her with each thrust and just enough of a counterpoint to the pleasure.
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