Oral, Anal, and plans for the future (MF, oral, anal, bondage, ncon)

Ciri knelt in front of Ahmet, she still wore her crown, the symbol of her status, her position. The gold and gems radiated from the light coming off the fire beside them. Her gaze was fixed upwards, her emerald eyes filled with nothing but loathing and contempt. She sealed her lips around his member, gliding against its length with tantalizing strokes of her wet tongue. He arched his hips towards her and Ciri willingly took more of him into her mouth. She cradled him letting his shaft rest in her throat as she swallowed his cock.

Ciri suckled on him, bathing and massaging his cock with her tongue, her head bobbing up and down stroking him with her mouth and pouty lips. She moaned against him sending reverberations up his cock.

She had become very good at this, at sucking cock. Sucking his cock in particular.

With a grunt he came, spilling the bitter warm seed onto her tongue. It filled her mouth and her senses. She cringed, tasted it, then swallowed.

She paid him little attention as she rose from her knees and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

“Are you happy?” she asked, disgust dripping from every syllable.

Ahmet grunted in return and shoved himself back into his pants.

“Then leave,” Ciri demanded, luckily he did as requested, leaving her chambers. She watched him go as her advisors who she had dismissed earlier began to filter back into the room.

This had been her life, meetings and fuckings. She would fulfill her obligations as acting Empress during the day, then seek Ahmet out during the night where he would use her as he pleased. Every night, until dawn.

And now he seemed to have grown bored of just their evening rendezvous, growing impatient and demanding he entertain him during the day as well. Meetings and fuckings, she thought, she was unsure which she enjoyed less.

She gave a half-hearted smile to acknowledge the advisor who came to her side and swallowed, the taste of Ahmet's cum still on her tongue. It would be a long day.

—

Ahmet grabbed hold of Ciri's hair and pulled back, forcing her head upright and her back to arch giving him a better angle. She gasped in pain but felt the tightness between her legs give way, allowing his thrusts to penetrate deeper than before.

Heat began to spread from within her as he moved faster and faster; she was losing control of herself, no longer merely passively submitting but actively surrendering to him. She let out a strangled moan as their movements intensified, their bodies coming together in a brutal dance of need and desire. She could feel the familiar tension building inside her, that heat and pressure that she had spent the last few weeks trying and failing to ignore. He pulled again on her hair, bending her neck back to the point of pain.

“Fuck!” Ciri growled. Ahmet's cock pounded into her from behind and she could only moan and take it and do her best to fuck him back. Sweat dripped from both of their bodies, each hit of his hips sent shockwaves up her contorted spine that drove her higher and closer to her release until she thought she might break.

She moaned, whorishly loud and animalistic. The muscles of her ass tensed and squeezed, she pushed back wanting more.

She had to stop herself from begging again, from pleading to fuck her harder. Thankfully he did not **** her to debase herself again. Seemingly too lost in her submission and the feeling of her tight body squeezing his cock to care to humiliate her any further.

Ahmet's hand gripped Ciri’s ass, digging into the firm flesh, she tensed in anticipation. The pleasure was intense and painful, radiating through both their bodies like an electric current as they moved together. He had trained her well, she was resisting him less, she was quicker to submit, faster to cum.

Ahmet was pushed harder and deeper with each stroke until suddenly she gasped out loud. She was close, he could feel it, the way her ass clenched around his cock, how her body seemingly pulled at him demanding more. The strong muscles in her back tensed. He watched them flex and tense and fucked her harder.

She was unbelievable, unreal. So tight and warm and whorish. He had fucked hundreds of women but none quite like her. She hated him, but that just pushed him harder. She would break, they all did, each time he made her cum, had her trembling and moaning on his cock she inched closer to realizing what she truly was meant for.

Ciri felt her toes curling and heat spread throughout her whole body; the sensations racing through her like wildfire, growing ever more intense. She gasped for breath as she felt an inevitable wave of pleasure build within her, thrusting its way outward into every vein and muscle in uncontrollable surges until it burst forth with an intensity that left Ciri crying out in a strangled moan. Sweat beaded on her skin as the sensation of warmth enveloped every nerve, each one taut with pleasure yet still begging for more. Her breathing grew labored and heavy; wetness seeped from between her legs, she cried out after each labored gasp until finally, she broke.

“Fuck me,” she cried, her body trembling as she came. "Fuck me, fuck me," she chanted, her eyes rolling back, her vision going black. A part of her never wanted this to end.

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Ciri lay restless on the bed, her pale skin soft in the lamplight as she wiggled against her bindings. Her eyes were large and dark, filled with a **** longing as Ahmet stood above her. He seemed indifferent to it; no tenderness touched his features.

She was utterly exposed to him, naked and ****, but she did not back down, glaring at her captor as he stalked around her a whip in his hand. Moans muffled by her gag emerged from between red swollen lips; sweat pooled beneath her heaving breasts. Wetness dripped from her cunt and her thighs trembled in anticipation.

The leather straps came down across her skin spreading a stinging pain across her flesh.

“Mmhhh,” Ciri cried into her gag. Ahmet smiled.

“I bore of this place,” Ahment said, walking around his captive pet.

Ciri lay naked in the middle of the bed, her wrists bound tightly by leather straps above her head to the headboard. Her legs were spread wide, each foot tied to a bedpost. Her body glistened with sweat, tight and toned from hours of witcher training. Her perky breasts rose and fell with each breath, reflecting the intensity of her current predicament.

“Your father seems to have no plans to return to his capital and I tire of waiting.”

Ciri watched him with dark eyes as he circled her.

The whip came down again, striking her skin across her belly. She felt a sharp, searing pain that was followed by an intense pleasure coursing through her veins. Her breath quickened and she could feel heat pooling between her thighs as excitement built in intensity with each stroke of the whip.

The warmth spread to other parts of her body; soon she was trembling uncontrollably with anticipation and arousal. Again he hit her, not hard enough to break skin but hard enough to hurt, red welts formed across her sweat-covered flesh. Her heart raced furiously in time with every lash across her bare skin.

“I will leave this place soon. But before I go I wish to see more of your backwards country. This Toussaint I have heard so much of, its daring knights and delicious wine. I wish to see it and I wish for you to join me.”

Ciri gasped, she pulled on her restrained, a futile attempt. If anything the leather straps felt tighter now, they dug into her flesh. She watched the whip as Ahmet passed it between his hands.

Again he hit her, this time across the breasts.

"Mmhh," She hissed past the gag, her eyes fluttering shut. Her cunt clenched around nothing. Drool spilled from between her lips, and her cunt wept with want.

This time he did not whip her, instead he placed his hand over her sore body, caressing gently over her breasts and stomach, coming to rest over her aching cunt.

Ciri nodded her head quickly.

“Yes,” she moaned. “Toussaint,” she said, she would go with him. Through the gag all that came out was a garbled mess of words but he seemed to understand.

Ahmet grinned, pleased that the decision had been made. Reaching down, he removed the gag from Ciri's mouth and offered her something else instead - his own hard cock, bobbing in front of her face. Ciri didn't hesitate for a second; she eagerly sealed her lips around his head and began to work him with fervor. Ahmet's eyes widened at the sensation

“Good, good-” he said, his hand settling in her hair, guiding her as she sucked on him “-it is settled then.”