King's Knight (Reyla) to E5

"Funny you say that."

The voice, and the sudden stabbing pain in his right leg caught the cultist by surprise. He whirled around and looked down, finding a needle-like iron dagger stuck in his right leg. Leaping over to the Black Stone that he was standing on, the green-clad white woman landed with a near-feline grace, slowly straightening up while the dark-skinned man yanked the blade from his calf. There was only a small amount of blood that left the wound, the blade a lot smaller than he expected from the pain that shot through his body.

"I think you're a little out of place, here." The woman said, her voice soft and partially muffled as she spoke through her mask, idly spinning another dagger in her hands.

"You're on OUR beach, on the land of the Black Fists!" The thuggish cultist yelled, stomping toward her and already starting to raise his club, at least five inches of height difference between the two of them. "You're just future slaves! And you think you..." The man stumbled, feeling warm as he blinked. "You...you think you have any right to speak to me like...like..."

Another step, just within arm's reach of the woman in the skintight bodysuit, then the man fell to his knees. Reyla casually walked around him, using her sharp dagger to cut away his clothes, exposing a dark shaft that was already throbbing and standing at attention.

"Hrm, it seems like the poison worked fast on you."

"You bitch...what...the fuck did you...do?" The man groaned out, the club having already fallen to the stone floor as he shakes his head, his thoughts slow and his ears feeling like they've been stuffed with cotton. Two pert orbs pressed against his back, the brunette looking over his shoulder and staring at the seven-inch ebony cock jutting from his body.

"Poison, I just said."

"What did it do?" He bit out, helpless to resist as the woman's soft, pale hand reached down and slowly wrapped around his cock. The sudden, intense rush of pleasure had him groaning loudly and thrusting his hips into her grasp, fucking her hand while she just held it in place. The pleasure he was suddenly experiencing was insane, as if he was buried in the hottest, tightest virgin cunt, and not just mindlessly rutting into the white woman's hand.

The pleasure from something so simple was making his head spin, thick white ropes erupting from his cock and splattering across the black stones under their feet. A part of him wondered how he was reaching his climax so soon, the rest of him was more focused on the ecstasy that only seemed to be growing stronger instead of fading.

"Oh my. I didn't think you'd have such a strong reaction to my poison." The athletic woman behind him said casually, his shaft throbbing like crazy and her touch feeling like it was lingering all over his dick. "Well, since you are intending to enslave us, giving you an antidote would be in poor form."

"B-bitch! Ungh!" The cultist groaned out, trying to keep his sanity even as another spurt sprayed onto the stone. "The others...will get ya..."

"They can try."

A firm squeeze and active strokes on his thick black rod had the cultist groaning out loud, cumming twice in rapid succession, while the light-headedness only got worse. Before he could even recover from his climax, darkness overtook him, eyes rolling back in his head and passing out. Reyla casually wiped her hand off on the scraps of his robes and stood back up, looking to the rest of the dark figures on the beach with them.

"Who's next?"

Black King's Pawn Captured!

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