Bishop f4xc7

Though he could not wreak his vengeance upon the Black Queen herself, the Bishop could still do his part to carry his team to victory. He strode proudly across the board to the ill-dressed Pawn he had been ordered to capture, leering at her with anticipation.

His heathen counterpart glowered at him from beside her, powerless to stop him. He fixed her with a fierce glare. “Witness the power of a follower of the true faith!”

So saying, he raised his staff and pointed it at the hapless Pawn. Beams of glimmering golden light shot from it to bathe her in their glow, and their touch shredded her ragged clothes from her body, leaving her nude and ripe for the taking. As they played across her full breasts and tight pussy, she gasped in delight.

“Yes,” murmured the Bishop. “Surrender. Give yourself over to it. Let the light bring you the joy of paradise.”

His free hand was down the front of his robes, stroking his erection as he watched her gasp and moan in arousal. He had the Pawn completely under his spell, and could make her cum whenever he pleased—and it pleased him to do so now.

The light brightened to an almost blinding intensity, and finally the Black Pawn let out one last, throaty moan of utter satisfaction as she squirted onto the marble floor.

The Black pieces surrounding her snarled impotently at the Bishop, but he simply grinned—he had penetrated deep into Black’s ranks. Soon, their King himself might fall.