Fuck Otrera

Alice's heart raced at the challenge implicit in those words. She had bested Otrera in combat, but the tension between them had only grown thicker, more charged with an electric desire that crackled in the air. "Then show me," Alice replied, her voice steady despite the anticipation that made her knees weak.

With a swift, almost predatory grace, Otrera closed the distance between them, her large hands gripping Alice's shoulders and shoving her against the cool stone wall. Alice gasped, her breath hitching as Otrera's lips crashed against her own, demanding and dominating. The barbarian's tongue invaded her mouth, tasting of salt and metal, the flavors of their recent battle mingling with the growing heat between them.

Otrera's hands roamed Alice's body, exploring every curve with a possessive hunger. Alice's fingers tangled in Otrera's wild braids, pulling the larger woman closer, needing to feel the heat of her skin. They kissed with a fervor that spoke of conquest and surrender, each vying for dominance even as they succumbed to the inevitable.

As their kiss deepened, Alice's hands roamed over Otrera's muscular body, her fingers tracing the contours of the barbarian's broad shoulders and the defined ridges of her abdomen. With a boldness that belied her size, Alice reached down to cup Otrera's bulge, her touch firm and confident. The futanari groaned into the kiss. Encouraged, Alice snuck her hand in the Amazon's pants to rub the length of Otrera's shaft, her movements firm and confident.

In response, Otrera's hand snaked between them, delving beneath Alice's skirt to find her soaked pussy. The barbarian's fingers circled her clit, teasing the sensitive nub before dipping lower to explore her slick folds. Alice moaned, her body shuddering with pleasure as Otrera's skilled touch coaxed her closer to the brink.

Their eyes locked, locked in a silent battle of wills, each daring the other to break first. It was Alice whose moans filled the room, loud and unashamed, as Otrera's fingers worked their magic. The sound seemed to spur Otrera on, her touch growing bolder, more insistent.

"Tell me what you want, little cleric," Otrera purred, her voice thick with lust.

"I want you to fuck me," Alice gasped, her body arching into Otrera's touch. "I want to feel every inch of your dick inside me."

With a growl of approval, Otrera lifted Alice as if she weighed nothing, pinning her against the wall. Alice wrapped her legs around Otrera's waist, her hands gripping the larger woman's shoulders for support. Otrera's cock, now freed from its constraints, pressed against Alice's entrance, hot and demanding.

"Beg for it," Otrera commanded, her eyes gleaming with a mix of dominance and desire.

"Please," Alice begged, her voice barely above a whisper. "Fuck me, Otrera. Stick that giant cock deep into my pussy."

With a thrust of her hips, Otrera obliged, burying herself to the hilt in Alice's welcoming heat. Alice cried out, her body stretching to accommodate the barbarian's impressive girth. The initial shock of penetration quickly gave way to a wave of pleasure, her inner walls clenching around Otrera's cock as she adjusted to the intrusion.

They moved together in a primal rhythm, their bodies slapping together in a symphony of flesh and desire. Alice's back scraped against the stone wall, the slight pain only serving to enhance the intensity of her pleasure. Otrera's thrusts were relentless, each one driving her deeper into Alice's willing body, the friction between them building to an almost unbearable crescendo.

"You're mine," Otrera grunted, her voice ragged with exertion. "Say it, Alice. Say you're my bitch."

Alice shook her head, her green eyes flashing with defiance even as her body betrayed her, writhing in ecstasy with each powerful thrust. "Never," she gasped, her fingers digging into Otrera's flesh.

Otrera only laughed, a deep, throaty sound that vibrated through Alice's core. "We'll see about that," she promised, increasing her pace, her cock driving into Alice with relentless precision.

But she wouldn't give in. She refused to admit defeat, not when she had just won. She pushed against Otrera, trying to get her to stop. Otrera just laughed, her thrusts becoming even harder. Alice could feel herself nearing the edge, her body trembling with the effort of holding back.

But Alice had a trick up her sleeve. With a flick of her wrist and a whispered incantation, invisible bonds sprang forth, wrapping around Otrera's wrists and ankles. The sudden restraint caught Otrera off guard, and with a surprised grunt, she found herself **** to sit on the edge of the bed, her legs spread wide and held in place by an invisible ****.