Why resist…

Your eyes lock and something unspoken passes between you, a connection and a desire. It may simply be the oil burning in both of your blood, or it may be the recognition of the souls of two soldiers finding a kindred spirit. Maybe you are simply tired of being wary and afraid of everyone. You can’t help wondering if you had met under other circumstances whether you might have been friends or more. Your head spins and you murmur something… you aren’t sure if it’s a protest or an invitation… but either way she puts a finger on your lips to hush you. Even that small contact sends tingles through you, and you surprise her by taking the fingertip into your mouth. You swirl your tongue around it and savour a faint musky taste.

You can almost see her pupils dilate watching you and a small breathless sound escapes her. Behind her the other soldier is watching too. You are vaguely aware of him massaging and fondling her, and wonder if the shivers which ripple through her are more his doing or yours. In any case her attention is focussed on you as you finally let her fingertip slip from your mouth and raise your head towards hers. With no hesitation she leans in and your lips meet intimately, quickly opening to allow your tongues to slide lightly against each other. She moans sensually into your mouth and rocks slightly, and you know he is inside her. You can’t help but echo her response as her fingers brush across your sensitive breasts and then slide down your arms to take your hands and press them to her own full chest.

Her breasts fill your hands and more, spilling out, but you do your best to savour the feel of them, exploring and kneading the soft gloves. Her nipples are wide and dark, pressing into your palms deliciously. She shivers as you tease them, pinching at the tips, lightly stretching them. She does the same to you and bright points of intense pleasure ripple through you, magnified when she replaces fingers with her tongue and teeth.

Suddenly she moans and sags against you. You look up to see Eye-patch has moved back and is now burying his face between her thighs and raised bottom. You glance at the images in the alcove but still cannot make out precisely what he is doing. You get a glimpse of his fingers sliding deeply within her and can only imagine his tongue must be working it’s way into her behind. You hold her tight against you as her body tenses helplessly and the sounds she is making intensify bit by bit. You have never felt more aroused than when she hits her orgasm as she clings desperately to you, crying out over and over against the soft flesh of your tummy. You are almost light headed with arousal, your skin on fire at every touch.

As she gathers herself slowly she is planting tiny kisses around your belly button, straying lower teasingly slowly. There are several dull clacks from the chair as your thighs inch apart. You squeeze them inwardly again fruitlessly, not because you want them to close, simply to feel how helplessly exposed you are. And you are open wide now.. wetter than you have been in so long. You can feel her breath grazing your bare swollen lips and you shiver. But instead of pressing her mouth to you she draws back a little, bringing the bulky shape of her partner forward. His cock is exquisitely erect, and he is not small. He shines with oil and her wetness. At this moment you are so **** for stimulation that you almost beg him to fill you. To use your.. you remember an enjoyably coarse human term.. to use your pussy and stretch your slender body around him.

You whimper helplessly as Amber-eyes takes him in her hand and strokes the lengthy shaft a few times, guiding him forward and working that swollen head over your lips. He is instantly coated in your juices, and you wiggle your hips with a groan as she works your lips back and forth, grazing the pink red flesh between. Her fingers pull you gently apart and you can feel your clitoris exposed. You let your eyes glance at the image from the orb briefly, seeing your plump little mound almost fill the alcove. You are indecently exposed, your legs held wide apart and your arousal clear. The nub of your protruding clit is fully revealed, something you have never seen from this angle before. It makes you want to hide yourself and yet you can’t look away immediately. You can’t quite believe you are in this position and yet it feels so good. You see her moving the head of him closer and closer, a thick bead of clear liquid oozing from his tip before you manage to close your eyes and lean your head back.

The tension builds within you the moment she brushes him against your clit. That pressure in your belly, the tendrils of erotic pleasure that wind through you and make you arch your back. He drives forward slowly but with purpose, sliding the velvet dark head of his penis across you. She guides him carefully, every stroke grinding with delicious pressure across your clitoris. Your hips lift, your legs trembling, **** for him to take you fully, to enter you, but you are denied. Instead the feeling builds and builds within you at ruthlessly slow pace. You are reaching the point of no return when her tongue takes over, flicking back and forth over you and making you shake involuntarily. She takes your breath and you can barely muster a cry as you body tenses into orgasm.

Until suddenly it isn’t. Your eyes fly open to see the circle between your breasts glowing brightly. Your runes flicker briefly and suddenly the beautiful tension is ebbing away. You gasp in dismay, your moan of frustration in stark contrast to the moans of satisfaction just seconds ago. ****, you wind your fingers into the braid at the back of her head, urging her not to stop. And she enthusiastically returns to her task, now lapping at your lips and hood, now sending her tongue snaking up inside you.

She pauses with a sly smile and pushes your chair backward. You jump a little as something presses up against you. A smooth rod is sliding up between the leather rolls and pushing against your cheek. You quickly realise how the chair works, shuffling just a little to accommodate it more comfortable and bite your lip when she begins to gently suck at you again whilst letting the chair nudge up and down between your cheeks. You help out, using your legs to press back just enough to apply blissful pleasure against your little ring. It almost but not quite penetrates you, it’s thickness just a little too much for you to take despite growing temptation, but it feels wonderful. You are doing building up again… quickly getting close to climax. There is a sinking in your heart that you know what is to come, but your body won’t let you stop. You need it so badly.

You lose track of time in the following moments and the pair take you and each other in a variety of ways. You almost-orgasm on her fingers, on his tongue, with him buried inside you, with the chair’s rod plunging deep into your wet mound while their mouths devour your breasts… your clitoris beginning to throb… and inevitably each time you are denied. Each time you can’t help coming back for more. Until finally you collapse exhausted… tears of frustration and hopelessness rolling down your cheeks.

You curl into a ball as best you can, holding your head in your hands. You feel like weeping but hold it back, trying to gather yourself, telling yourself that this time you will resist. When you finally raise your head, you are alone.