Time to fuck

Aelindra's warrior instincts kicked in immediately. Her hands pressed against Moxie's chest, fingers splayed for leverage, and she began to ride him with aggressive ****. Up and down, her hips pistoning with the same relentless determination she brought to battle. Her bronze skin glistened with sweat almost instantly, muscles flexing with each thrust as she took his full length again and again.

She was strong. Centuries of combat training had given her endurance that would shame any human athlete. Her thighs burned with exertion, her core muscles worked overtime, but she didn't slow. She couldn't. This wasn't just sex, it's a different battlefield.

"Yield," she demanded between thrusts, her copper braids bouncing with each movement. "Yield to me, male!"

Moxie looked up at her with an expression of complete boredom.

His hands rested behind his head, relaxed, casual. Like he was watching paint dry instead of being fucked by a warrior queen who'd just impaled herself on his cock. His genetic enhancements gave him complete control over his orgasm, and right now, he chose not to feel anything urgent at all.

"Is that all?" he asked, yawning.

Aelindra's golden eyes widened. She increased her pace, slamming herself down harder, faster. Her pussy gripped his cock with each descent, her body doing everything instinct told her should drive a male to mind blowing orgasm. But nothing changed in his expression.

Desperation crept into her movements. She adjusted her angle, rolled her hips, but minutes passed, and Moxie remained infuriatingly composed while she gasped for breath.

Her thighs began to shake. Not from pleasure, but from sheer physical exhaustion. She was tiring herself out while he just... laid there.

"Fuck," she gasped, the ancient word slipping out in her native tongue.

"My turn," Moxie said simply.

Before Aelindra could react, his hands clamped around her thighs with crushing strength. He stood, lifting her effortlessly, and she found herself suspended in the air with his cock still buried inside her. Her eyes went wide as he began bouncing her up and down on his shaft like she weighed nothing.

Because to him, she didn't.

"This is how you fuck," he said conversationally, each word punctuated by him slamming her down onto his cock. The **** drove the air from her lungs, genuine pleasure finally sparking through her body. Her head fell back, copper hair swaying.

Aelindra tried to maintain her composure, her warrior's pride refusing to give him satisfaction. But her body betrayed her. Small gasps escaped her lips with each impact. Her pussy clenched involuntarily around his thickness, responding to stimulation her aggressive riding had never achieved.

After several minutes of this, sweat now coating both their bodies, Moxie suddenly spun her around. She barely had time to process the movement before he grabbed her thighs again, pulling them up and apart, locking her in a full nelson position with her back against his chest.

She faced outward now, completely exposed, her pussy stretched around his cock visible to everyone. To Lysara and Vel'kora, who watched with knowing expressions.

Moxie resumed fucking her, bouncing her on his cock with mechanical precision. Each thrust hit deeper in this position, and Aelindra felt her carefully maintained control beginning to crack.

"Look at them," Moxie commanded, his voice in her ear. "Look at your fellow queens."

Aelindra's eyes, half-lidded with unwanted pleasure, focused on Lysara and Vel'kora.

"I fucked them both," Moxie continued, his pace never faltering. "And now I'm fucking you. You have no escape, Aelindra. You will yield."

"Never," she gasped, but her voice lacked conviction. Her body was responding now, genuinely responding. Heat built in her core, pressure mounting with each thrust. Her nipples had hardened to painful points. Her breath came in ragged gasps.

Sweat dripped down her bronze skin. Her cheeks flushed copper-gold. Small moans began escaping despite her attempts to suppress them, growing louder as minutes stretched on.

Her warrior's endurance was failing. Not from exhaustion this time, but from overwhelming sensation. The pressure building inside her was unlike anything combat had ever produced. Her pussy clenched rhythmically around his cock, her body preparing for something her pride refused to acknowledge.

"You're close," Moxie observed. "I can feel it."

"I... I am not..." Aelindra tried to deny it, but another moan cut off her words.

Her control was slipping. The warrior who had never submitted was losing the battle against her own body's betrayal.

Without warning, Moxie dropped her.

Aelindra hit the ground on all fours, gasping, her pussy suddenly empty and aching. Her arms shook with the effort of holding herself up. She turned her head to look back at him, forcing defiance into her voice.

"That's all you got?"

The taunt was a mistake.

Moxie's hands grabbed her hips with bruising ****, yanking them up while pressing her shoulders down. Face down, ass up, completely ****. And then he slammed his cock back inside her with zero gentleness.

Aelindra screamed.

Not in pain. In pleasure so intense it overwhelmed every defense she'd built. He fucked her with aggressive purpose now, each thrust driving deeper, harder, faster. The angle hit something inside her that made stars explode behind her eyes.

"Fuck! Oh fuck!" The words burst from her without permission, her voice rising with each impact.

Her pussy clenched, her body coiled tighter and tighter, and then suddenly she was coming. The orgasm ripped through her like lightning, her entire body convulsing. She collapsed forward, face pressed against the pavement, ass still in the air, shaking uncontrollably.

Moxie kept fucking her through it.

"Do you yield?" he asked, his voice steady while hers was broken by gasps.

"N-never..." she managed.

He pulled out, giving her a moment. "Did you just cum?"

Aelindra's pride rallied despite her trembling limbs. "Yes. But I do not yield. That orgasm was... lackluster. "

Moxie laughed, the sound echoed across the empty street.

He flipped her onto her back, grabbed her wrists, and pinned them above her head with one hand. His other hand pressed against her shoulder, holding her down. He positioned himself between her thighs and looked directly into her golden eyes.

"Lackluster," he repeated. "Let's fix that."

He drove into her again, and this time he didn't hold back. Each thrust was purposeful, angled perfectly, hitting that spot inside her that made coherent thought impossible. Aelindra's eyes rolled back, her mouth fell open, moans pouring out without restraint.

She could see his face now. See the confidence, the control, the utter dominance in his expression. And she realized with growing horror that her earlier taunt had been catastrophically stupid.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god..." she chanted, her voice climbing higher.

The pressure built faster this time. Her pussy spasmed around his cock, her body racing toward another peak despite having just come. This wasn't supposed to be possible. Warriors controlled their bodies. But she had no control anymore.

She came again, harder than before. Her back arched, her mouth opened in a silent scream, her entire body locking up in pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.

Before she could recover, Moxie flipped her again. Face down, his weight pressing her into the pavement, his cock still buried inside her. He resumed fucking while her body still shivered from the orgasm, overstimulated nerves screaming.

"Stop, stop, I can't..." Aelindra gasped, but he didn't stop.

Minutes passed. Her hypersensitive body climbed toward another peak impossibly fast. She tried to resist, tried to hold back, but there was nowhere to go, no escape. He controlled everything. The angle, the pace, the pressure.

She came a third time, sobbing now, overwhelmed completely.

Moxie pulled out and manhandled her again, flipping her onto her side, grabbing her leg, positioning her for yet another angle.

"I YIELD! I YIELD!" Aelindra screamed, her entire body convulsing with aftershocks. "Please! I yield! I yield!"

The words kept pouring out, her pride shattered completely under the relentless **** of sensation. Her body shook uncontrollably, pleasure and exhaustion and submission blending into incoherent surrender.

Moxie shifted position, straddling her chest. He stroked his cock twice and came, painting her face with his cum. Hot streaks across her bronze skin, her lips, her closed eyes.

"I yield," Aelindra kept whispering, the mantra of her defeat. "I yield. I yield."

Her body continued to shiver, small aftershocks of pleasure still rippling through her exhausted frame.

Moxie stood, walked back to the park bench, and sat down. He pointed at Lysara, then at his cock.

Lysara blushed deeply, the pink visible even on her pale moon elf skin. She started to stand and walk toward him.

Vel'kora's hand shot out, stopping her.

"Crawl," the drow said firmly. "Always crawl to our master. And sway your hips. Put on a show. Please him with every movement."

Lysara's blush deepened, but she dropped to her hands and knees immediately. She crawled across the pavement, awkwardly at first, then finding the rhythm. Her pale hips swayed left and right with each forward movement, her silver hair swaying in counterpoint. The crawl was slower, more deliberate, more sensual.

When she reached Moxie and positioned herself between his legs, she took his cock, still slick with Aelindra's pussy and his own cum, and began cleaning it with her tongue. Gentle, thorough, obedient.

Moxie relaxed back, one hand coming down to stroke Lysara's silver hair appreciatively.

Meanwhile, Vel'kora crawled over to where Aelindra lay trembling on the ground. The drow matron looked down at the proud warrior queen, now reduced to a shivering, cum-covered mess, and smiled.

She leaned down and kissed Aelindra deeply.

The sun elf was too exhausted to resist. Vel'kora's tongue worked methodically, licking the cum from Aelindra's face, gathering it in her mouth. When she'd collected it all, she kissed Aelindra again, transferring the load back into the warrior's mouth.

Aelindra's golden eyes flew open in shock and disgust. She tried to pull away, tried to spit it out.

Vel'kora's hand clamped around her throat. Not ****, just firm. A warning.

"Don't you dare." the drow said quietly.

Aelindra's eyes shifted from Vel'kora to Moxie and she swallowed.

The cum went down, and her blush intensified to a color that matched her copper hair. She looked at Moxie again.

Moxie met her gaze while Lysara continued her diligent work on his cock. He smiled. Not cruel, not mocking. Just satisfied.