He'll have his cake and eat it too.

Suddenly Mark smiled. He stared hungrily at her body, at her magnificent breasts and flowing hair. He remembered his effort earlier in the day. There was nothing this woman wanted more than his cock. Not his submission, not his allegiance, not his ****. She was ****, practically starving for it. And he'd never let her have it.

As she wrapped her hands around his body, he leaned in and kissed her fiercely. Her hands slid down and began frantically slipping off the remainder of her jumpsuit, **** to have him inside her. Just as she wriggled free and began to position herself, though, Mark made his move. Though kicking her away would prove futile, pulling her in would not. He whipped his unbound legs up and around her body, catching her hips with his heels and twisting her around. A partial shove with his shoulder, as much as he was able, helped her around. As soon as he'd twisted her, Mark locked his legs around her and did something that almost disgusted him, something that men hadn't needed, and indeed been nearly forbidden, to do for almost a generation. He masturbated. He closed his eyes, locked his ankles tighter around her luscious and struggling form, and jerked his hips, rubbing her against his eager erection as much as the awkward position would allow. He imagined Sieran in the shower with him back at his stockade, fantasized of her locked against the wall of the iron room. She was impossibly beautiful in his mind's eye, which was not altogether unlike her writhing figure in front of him. Her face in her mind was an expression of **** need and futile understanding. He opened his eyes and looked down at her thrashing body, still unable to break the grip of his legs or turn around, her hair lashing his chest. His fervent fantasizing and awkward motions paid off, though, as he awkwardly and with a surprisingly unsatisfying sensation, came on her back, his dick pumping cum out onto his abdomen where her twisting body smeared it around. It was a strange and remarkably disgusting victory, but as he felt himself grow limp and relaxed his legs, he knew it was indeed a victory nonetheless.

She flung herself away from him, her face twisted angrily as she she turned to look at his challenging smile. She drew herself up straight, allowing the firelight to fully detail her every gorgeous curve. Mark almost ached for her again until he remembered that her back was covered in semen. If anything, his smile grew even wider. She returned that smile momentarily before planting a foot in his stomach. He doubled over for a moment, and then laughed again when he realized that her bare heel, like her back, was now also smeared with cum. It just got better. He sat back up, laughing openly now, and she punched him in the crotch. It hurt like nothing else had and he felt like he wanted to vomit, but still through his gasping his grinned.