Black: Bf8 to a3 x N

The King's Bishop looked across the field to the White Knight who had just wheeled out to threaten the Black Queen. The war priestess with her kinky, greying hair piled high on her head looked with scorn at White's excuse for a cavalier. Why, the Knight was eyeing her Queen and stroking his cock, thinking he would charge her mistress and **** her.

Never. Before he assaulted her Queen, the Bishop would stop him, even if she had to sacrifice herself. She slitted her eyes and looked down the long diagonal to the overconfident Knight. The poorly dressed Knight's pawn stood by in lust and confusion, looking first toward guarding his master, and looking back toward the Black Queen who had claimed the manhood of his fellow, the Bishop's pawn.

As if reading her mind, the Black controller called out, "King's Bishop to Queen's Rook Six, Bishop takes Knight!"

The Bishop cast aside her robes and stood naked before the field, her topknot of kinky gray hair enhancing her height. Her breasts drooped a bit, but her nipples swelled with arousal. She held her curl-ended staff high and called on the gods of love and war.

The King gave her a nod and best wishes, but she laughed and stepped out in front of him, between the pawns. She strode all the way across the field of battle, passing the White bishop who stood impotently gripping his own staff.

At the last moment the Knight turned, but it was too late to do more than meet the eyes of the naked black priestess wielding only a stick. The stick rose and hooked him out of the saddle by his belt, spilling him onto the ground with a stunning impact. The Bishop grinned wolfishly and rested the butt of her staff on his throat to keep him in place for a moment.

And a moment was all she needed. Her tall black-skinned figure pivoted and and crouched down over him, and as the pressure on his throat fell away, the Bishop's rump descended over his naked lance. The impudent erection he had pointed at the Black Queen was swallowed instead by the Bishop's hungry gash. Her weight pressed him down to the ground. All he could see was her heavy buttocks and long, brown back with her head topped by a knotted gray crest of hair.

The Bishop rotated her hips, grinding her pelvis down on the white cock of the knight she was ravishing. When he started groaning, she reached her fingers down and plucked at his balls, scratching with her fingernails, pinching and stretching the tight-clenched skin. He would yield to her, he would yield his manhood.

But it went on and on, the Knight's endurance overmatching the pawns who had so quickly yielded their seed to the Black Queen. The Bishop felt her own heat rising. Very well, she would take her pleasure. She shifted her angle so the Knight's cock dug into the wall of her womb and pressed on a certain spot.

"Aaah-AH!" she cried out with release. "AH! AHHHHH!" Her tight muscles clamped down on the White Knight's cock, and her buttocks thudded down on his abdomen. A gush of juices ran down, coating his balls. She bucked on his lance, riding him for her pleasure. Yet still he had not yielded.

She looked up to see the two White pawns rubbing their erections, exposing their helpless lust. And her Queen, safe for the moment.

"Use your rod," the Queen said. "Take him."

The Bishop grasped her discarded staff and levered it around. She slicked the butt end with her oozing juices. The end that had just pressed the air from the Knight's throat now found a new target. Below his balls, below the swollen root of his cock was a **** opening. She steadied the staff and pressed firmly.

The Knight spasmed as his anus was violated. His legs kicked wide and his arms flailed out. The Bishop ground her pelvis down in a circle and pressed on the staff, making the Knight take it in deeper.

"I am undone!" he gasped. His lance swelled inside the Bishop's womb. "Uhhhhh--UH!" he groaned, and jetted his seed into her, the forcing of his rear gate being the final blow.

The Bishop rose from her vanquished foe, oozing white droplets from his spent manhood, and looked around. The Queen was out of danger. But the Bishop saw the startled White pawns' dismay turn into wolfish lust. Before she could move, the Knight's pawn swung his clumsy stick around toward her in a threatening way.