A Different Type of Fighting

Wendy laid on the ground, sweaty and dirty from fighting. She stared at Carlyle with fury, even though he was completely unaware of what was going on.

He first moved his hand underneath her gi, since she was wearing nothing else but her martial arts uniform, his finger quickly found its way to her pussy.

"Ugh! You... perverted... bastard," she moaned as he began to make her feel good with incredibly experienced technique. Somehow rubbing her with his thumb while fingering her with his middle finder at the same time. He didn't go fast, rather his motions were perfect, wasting zero energy to hit all her pleasure points.

Any resistance Wendy had left in her went away as she was **** into a climax, leaving her crotch extremely wet and ready for dick.

The old man slowly undid his pants to reveal a hard erection and positioned it at her entrance, pressing the tip against her pussy.

"Damit..." Wendy breathed as she tilted her head again to see how her friends were doing. They were all being taken by multiple cocks as well, the mind controlled S.M.U.T. agents wasting no time thrusting their rock hard dicks in any free mouth, pussy, or hand they could find.

"AAANNGGHH~" Wendy cried as Carlyle thrust all the way inside of her in one clean stroke, a mix of pain and pleasure broke her mind as he immediately began fucking her hard.

Carlyle not only had surprisingly skilled fighting skills, but he was an absolute demon when it came to sex. His thrusts timed perfectly to prevent Wendy from thinking properly as she fell into a trance of pleasure.

To Wendy, the sex felt like it lasted an eternity. The old man diligently slamming his hips to fill her up over and over without skipping a beat, never changing positions, just fucking missionary position for what felt like over an hour. The old man took full advantage and slurped and sucked on Wendy's tits when he wasn't squeezing them with his hands. He even moved his hands down to rub her pussy as he fucked her, forcing climax out of climax out of her.

Eventually, Carlyle grunted and pistoned hard into Wendy, warmth filling her insides as his cum flooded deep inside.

"Unghhh," Wendy moaned, having probably came multiple times during the old man's onslaught. That stupid old man knew how to please a woman.

As she finally had a chance to catch her thoughts, only one image popped into her head: the Fire Amulet. Maybe she could use its power to weaken Kitsune, and free the men from her control!

Wait a minute... she paused. She had been fucked and creampied by two Cryptids at this point, but this was a real man, wasn't this a problem!?

"Don't worry darling," Kitsune spoke, as if reading Wendy's mind, "Men under my control are magically contraceptive. That's what makes this fun!"

Phew, Wendy thought to herself. That meant all she had to worry about was to use the Fire Amulet on Carlyle to test if it could free him. She pulled the amulet from out of her pocket and pressed it against him, and watched as his eyes sharpened as he regained control.

"What the-?" Carlyle said as he mentally went from talking to a blue haired Cryptid by his mailbox to being balls deep in a young woman wearing a martial arts uniform in the middle of the forest.

Thoughts raced through his head as he put two and two together. He had been mind controlled by that woman! Thinking fast, he snatched the Fire Amulet from Wendy and put it around his neck.

"Hey!" Wendy protested, but Carlyle was focused.

He picked Wendy up, and ran over to her friends, picking all four of them up with the strength of his arms, and dashed away deep into the forest.

"Shit! How did he?..." Kitsune cried. She paused and processed what had happened before realizing, "So they used the Amulet of Fire to free that man. Are all old men in America this strong?"

Kitsune was extremely upset that this side quest to obtain the Amulet of Fire not only failed, but lost her a capable manservant.

She turned to one of the S.M.U.T. agents, "Lead me to your headquarters now! We need more manpower."