Into the Alleyway

That noise from the alley, it had to have come from someone. Maybe it'd be someone with some sense about them, at least you hope as you move aside some of the boxes blocking your path. You do so carefully of course, in order to not attract any unwanted attention from the masses to yourself as there's a weird quiet to the air.

You wander into the alley, out of direct sight from the road. You begin to hear slow, heavy steps as you poke around a corner and see a cloaked figure walking almost in circles. When the figure turns around, you see her breasts contained in some kind of armored bra although temptingly about to spill out, the deep red hair flowing from beneath her hood and behind her face masked, her shins and forearms guarded by armor as well but her thighs... their thickness arouses you. You can tell that this armored woman is incredibly voluptuous. You're sure if she laid down atop you, her body would be able to cover your upper half potentially smothering you in her breasts if they were allowed out of the armor.

What you notice next is a weapon, a rather large axe in both her hands. You can sense its been used, but for what purpose isn't clear as not a spot of blood is marked upon its steel. Perhaps this is a fellow hunter of yours, not that you're able to tell for sure. You step from out your hiding place, and call out to her.

"Excuse me, are you a Hunter as well?" You try to keep calm, as you realize that you're staking a lot on someone with a big axe being friendly here.

"Hunter..." She grumbles behind the mask, her voice irritated but husky.

She suddenly and nearly takes off your head with her enormous axe, its heavy too by the sound of it landing into the cobblestone where you were, managing to have dodged it in time. That action has cut you off from escape, as the axe switches from facing the ground to you, forcing you to back into a corner despite yourself. She begins using the pole that holds the axe blade as a way to keep you from dodging out of her range as she truly traps you into the alleyway's corner.

"Execute..." You sense that particular word was said with some lust behind it, as her axe drops to the ground with a loud clang just as she grabs your shoulders. Her grip is tight and inescapable. She shoves you downward, quickly fitting your neck inbetween her thighs, locking you between them as your neck is caught as in a vice with your body behind her.

As you stare into her mask attempting to dissuade her from anything, your hands try to pry apart her thighs from your neck. Considering your arms are toothpicks compared to her thighs, you don't accomplish much to escape... Despite the clear indication of what her execution of you might entail, you feel aroused at being between her thighs. They feel incredibly smooth, and the pressure is like a blessing to your senses. If hadn't deigned to hear her explicit use of the word "Execute" you might have assumed this some kind of foreign massage!

And then she begins squeezing.

Not so tightly at first, it begins rather gentle. But each breath is more of a struggle than the last. What is really concerning is the pressure seems to switch places... from your neck to your crotch. You can't help but kick out, trying to find leverage again to get away from the odd feeling you shouldn't be feeling but alas there's nothing you can do.

"L-let me go-urhkk!"

Breathing really begins to struggle as the tightness overwhelms all other feeling. More and more you can feel an intensity building in your crotch, the pleasure switching any pain to pleasure, to the point where pressure is pleasure. Your penis by now hurts by how much you're tenting in your pants.

"Oh got, it's, uh! Too much." You slam your fists on her thighs as a last ditch effort.

You decide. If she intends to execute in such a way, then you'l- Before you can even move your hands into your trousers, she squeezes tight and your hands reflexively come back to try and pry her thighs open only for the final pressure to send you over the edge. Semen explodes in your pants as you release a moan you were holding in. Aftershocks rumble through your body as you finally go limp in her hold...

But you're still alive. Your body unbroken. But your lust is free... You watch as she pulls off her mask to reveal such heavy breaths that comes out as steam, blurring any chance of actually seeing her face.

"More..." She says. And she begins squeezing anew, and you oblige her...