Taken

You stiffen immediately as Katarina’s hot mouth engulfs the broad tip of your cock, her tongue exploring the lengthening shaft. Her lips are firm yet yielding, her breath warm against your skin as she takes you deeper. The sensation is overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pressure that makes your toes curl.

“You’re being rather gentle about this,” Persephone remarks, her voice cutting through the haze of your arousal. She’s seated on the edge of the throne, her legs crossed elegantly, though her eyes betray her struggle to focus on anything but the scene unfolding before her.

Katarina mumbles something unintelligible around your cock, and you wince as a tooth grazes your manhood.

Persephone rolls her eyes. “Never mind, just focus on what you’re doing.”

Katarina grunts and begins sucking with renewed vigor, her movements becoming more urgent. Her throat contracts around you, the warmth and pressure drawing a guttural moan from your lips.

“Oh, fuck!” you gasp as she takes you nearly to the hilt, her throat muscles working to accommodate your size. The sensation is too much, and you feel yourself teetering on the edge of release.

Sensing your impending climax, Katarina pulls her head back, attempting to extract your cock from her throat. But you grab her by the back of the head, your fingers tangling in her dark hair, and hold her in place.

She tries to push herself off, her hands braced against your thighs, but despite her considerable strength, she’s unable to pull away. Her eyes widen in surprise, then narrow in determination as she struggles against your grip.

With a moan, you cum, your biceps straining to hold the knight in place as hot seed flows down her throat. Katarina’s eyes bulge, and she gags, her body jerking as she fights to free herself. Her throat convulses around you, milking every drop as you empty yourself into her.

Persephone watches with an expression of amused exasperation, her lips twitching as if suppressing a laugh. “Thought I was going to have to step in for a moment, Kat,” she says, her voice light but laced with amusement. “First, he faces you in combat, then he forces his nectar down your throat! This man truly is one of a kind. I do believe we may finally have met your match.”

With a final, violent jerk, Katarina manages to pull herself free, and you slide wetly from between her lips. She collapses back onto her heels, gasping for air, a thin trail of cum oozing from the corner of her mouth.

“You… fucking… bastard,” she coughs, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Her dark eyes blaze with a mix of anger and something else—respect, perhaps, or grudging admiration.

Persephone’s eyes sparkle with amusement as she leans back in the throne, her fingers steepled beneath her chin. “I wouldn’t be so sure of that,” she says, gesturing to your still-erect member.

Katarina looks down and laughs, a low, throaty sound that sends a shiver down your spine. “I see your point… or his point, I suppose.”

Without missing a beat, the knight strips out of her tight leathers, revealing a body that, though covered in scars, is a truly spectacular sight to behold. From her long black hair to her muscular, battle-hardened frame, Katarina is a masterpiece, each curve perfectly sculpted from years of training. Her breasts, though not overly large, are firm and round, with dark brown nipples standing erect in the cool light of the throne room. Her legs are long and shapely, her thighs strong and toned. And between them is a glistening, hairless slit, already swollen and ready.

“Try not to die on me,” she says, kneeling over you. Her hand is surprisingly gentle as she grasps the base of your enormous cock, her eyes filled with lust and a hint of fear.

She hesitates for a moment, then guides the engorged member to her pussy and slowly begins sliding downward.

“Fuuuuck!” she gasps, her eyes closing as the tip disappears between her soft pink folds. Slowly, ever so slowly, she slides lower, the walls of her vagina parting before the thick rod.

You moan, and Katarina lets out a gasp as the massive cock penetrates deeper, her powerful muscles flexing and tightening with pleasure. Her breathing comes in short, rapid bursts as the relentless invasion continues, until, finally, you’re fully inside her.

The knight sits astride you, her pussy stretched and swollen around your cock, her eyes half-lidded and unfocused. She reaches down and grasps your shoulders for balance, her fingers digging into your skin.

You reach up and grasp her hips, and with a grunt, Katarina begins riding you. Slowly at first, her powerful body rising and falling in a smooth, steady rhythm, but quickly her movements grow faster and more erratic, her breathing heavy and ragged.

“F-fuck,” she gasps, her fingers digging into your chest. “It’s s-so f-fucking deep.”

The sensation of her tight, wet pussy enveloping your cock is exquisite, and despite having just spilled your seed in her mouth, you find yourself quickly reaching climax for a second time.

Katarina’s face is contorted in ecstasy, her body shaking and trembling with each thrust, her breasts jiggling hypnotically. “Oh, Goddess, it’s s-so good,” she moans, her voice breaking. “I’m g-going to c-cum!”

Suddenly, Katarina’s back arches, her whole body tensing and shuddering as she climaxes, her cries of pleasure echoing through the chamber. Her pussy tightens and convulses around your cock, the sensation enough to send you over the edge.

You let out a groan and, with a final, violent thrust, erupt inside her, filling her womb with hot seed. Katarina sits there for several minutes, small orgasmic spasms still occasionally coursing through her body, before finally slumping forward and rolling off you, your cock sliding from her sopping cunt.

“Goddess,” the muscular woman pants, climbing to her feet. Fluids dribble from between her legs, pooling on the floor below, and the knight makes no effort to clean it.

You lie there, completely spent, staring at the ceiling, listening as the two women talk quietly.

“What about you, Persephone? Don’t you want a turn?” Katarina asks, her voice still breathless.

The duchess sniffs, her nose wrinkling in mock disdain. “You’ll have to do it sooner or later,” the taller woman says with a shrug. “Might as well make it a big one.”

“No, that’s quite okay,” Persephone replies, a note of amusement in her voice. “I have my own plans for the evening, and I don’t think I could top that performance anyway.”

Katarina snorts but doesn’t press the issue.