The sound of heavy footsteps and the clank of metal armor filled the air. A few green lights flickered above the dimly lit floor, casting eerie shadows on the walls. It was dark in the corridor save where the red glow of lanterns punctuated the gloom every few feet.The floor sloped downwards in some places, making it difficult to stand. The stone walls were thick and imposing, making it hard to see even in the light of the moons. And the arched doorways seemed to go on forever, narrowing the already narrow space.The only light in the room was the red lanterns, and they were far too close together for comfort.
A large black hand reached out and stroked my cheek tenderly. "Beautiful," the husky voice said, and I felt goosebumps all over my skin. "I knew you'd come.I've been waiting for you." A thump and a curse pulled me from my thoughts. I winced at the pain, my cheek burning from the touch of his calloused hand. But it was nothing compared to the curses that followed. "Filth," he spat, his voice raw from screaming. "Pleasure yourself while I watch.I've never seen a more beautiful sight than you cumming." I shivered, and not just because it was cold in the hall. I D been touched by another human before, but never like this. This was different. He was different. And it felt good. So good that I didn't mind the rough treatment. In fact, I welcomed it.I wanted him to hurt me. I wanted him to mark me. I wanted him to take what he wanted from me. I wanted him to make me his, body and soul. And that is what he did. He took what he wanted without mercy, without pause, like a predator stalking its prey."Oh, I'm going to cum," he panted, his voice cracking as he rubbed himself against the wall. "I'm going to cum, I said it again. C-can you feel it? Can you feel my cum shooting into the air like a geyser, baby?" The question was rhetorical. I could feel it. I could taste it.I could smell it. It was ecstasy. My whole body was on fire as I came, and I couldn't stop shaking for nearly five minutes after I collapsed against the wall, gasping for air. I heard him move behind me, but I didn’t turn to look back. I was done with him. He was done with me. It was over. It was perfect."Now I know why you're called the warrior babe," he taunted, his voice deep and velvety. "You're one tough cookie, Gisele Duvall." "Tough cookie," I muttered, barely able to lift my head off the ground. My eyes were bloodshot, but I could see him smile through the tears.
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