D&D: The senior cleric takes your pussy
From Create Your Own Story
"Get your armor and the rest of those clothes off you lass." he commands
You slowly let go of yourself, your legs unsteady underneath you as you stand up. You slide your feet together from their akimbo stance, and you reach your hands down to begin unlacing your maille. He continues to leer at you as you strip off the armor, the padded jack, now soaked in sweat. You remove your outer layer of clothes, your short tunic discarded to reveal your lace underwear and hidden weapon harness.
"So, the rose does have thorns, we'll just keep these somewhere safe. Arms up!"
You comply, not daring to move as he unlaces and removes your harness, leaving you bereft of your daggers, knives, darts, poison vials, and knuckle dusters as he places them securely out of your reach.
You think he is done at removing your harness, but he continues disrobing you, his deft fingers removing your lacy undershirt and your supportive chest bindings. Your sizeable assets are revealed and you see his eyebrows raise, his gaze raking over your toned body to rest on your breasts.
"Well damn, you were hiding curves like that under your garments all along? I should count myself blessed."
You hear the sound of him removing his breeches, the whisper of his belt sliding out. He grabs your arms and crosses them behind your back, using his belt to bind them. He grinds his hard cock into your thigh as he leans into you, groping your breast possessively with one hand. His other hand grabs you by the chin, forcing you too look into his eyes as he squeezes your nipple between index and middle finger, your once defiant glare wilted into a submissive rictus of forced pleasure and pain. Your lips quiver as your body trembles, as even though you are a post-orgasmic wreck, you both know he has only started and what he is going to do next.
His hand slides from your chin to your hair, curling his fingers into the base of your hair, roughly backing you into his desk and clearing it telekinetically with a sweep of his hand, the contents stacking themselves into the desk and onto a bookshelf. When your backside brushes into the desk you lightly hop onto it, his groping hand traveling down to slap the inside of your thighs. You oblige and spread your legs for him as you are leaned back.
He drags his thick cock across your womanhood, smirking as you shudder under him, the head of his manhood reaching your navel. He seats the head of his manhood in the entrance, savoring his entry. He pushes into you torturously slow, your breathing ragged as it feels like you're being both over and under stimulated. He presses his hand down onto your lower abdomen behind your pubic bone, heightening the sensation as he reaches deeper than you've ever felt before. Your core shudders and clenches down on him, as if your womanhood doesn't know if it wants to reject him or pull him deeper.
He hisses through his teeth as he bottoms out, leaving you feeling full and stretched, your cunt left an inverse sheath for his cock. Your pelvic muscles ripple, as you feel him stimulate your A-spot from both ends, pressing down on your lower abs as his cock nudges from the other side. All but bottomed out in you, he rocks back and forth mere centimeters, getting you used to his length and girth while stimulating your deepest erogenous spots.
His free hand slides beneath his other, runs two fingers around the juncture of his cock and your womanhood, collecting moisture. Brushing the sides of your clit, he traces around it before directly stroking it in circular motions. Your whimpers turn into moans, your screams into heaving gasps as your shudders become a full body orgasm. He doesn't let up, actually increasing the length and force of his slow, powerful strokes, never letting up on your clit and lengthening your orgasm. He finally thrusts deep into you and lets you ride the wave until you come down, your cunt clenching down on his cock with as much force as it can.
"Dear gods lass, you're milking me like you were made for this. This was gonna be just a quick romp, but now I'm going to seriously look into having you assigned a more permanent position under me." He says, causing your heart to stop. Out of dread or anticipation, you could not say.
He slides his hands up to grab your breasts, starting to thrust again. This time, he holds nothing back, thrusting hard and fast. Your subsided screams return with force, as he pins your open thighs to the desk pistoning in and out of you. His breathing is heavy in your ear as he leans over you, and when he goes to mark your neck you turn your head to allow him access to suck on the sensitive spots under your chin, leaving red marks where he does.
As his thrusts get more erratic, you know what's coming next. You hardly have the energy left to raise your head to plead with your eyes, but for what, you aren't sure. Part of you is repulsed by him and the liberties he has taken with you, yet another part of you wants him to plant his cock and his seed deep inside you, staking his claim with both. But ultimately the choice is no longer yours anyway.
