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“‘Ey ‘ey ‘ey! What’s the big idea?” Lifis cried out, struggling against his bonds. “I’ve got my buddies waiting for me, y’know?”

   The scruffy pirate leader’s boots were scraping against the cavern floor as he his hands were tied behind his back around a sturdy wooden post. Flavia shook her head at his incessant ramblings, yet her disgusted look didn’t seem to discourage him. He ran his sleazy eyes up her legs to her chest and down again, and Flavia delivered a swift kick to his sides.

   “Two-legged rat,” she spat at him.

   “Ow. Come on, missy,” he shot her a winning smile. “You don’t mean that~”

   Approaching footsteps made Flavia catch her reply in her mouth, and she turned back toward the cave entrance as Summoner Emma casually approached. She was donned in her proper Summoner’s cloak and looked a little irritated.

   “Hey, Flavia, how’d you go with this prisoner?” she sighed, barely acknowledging Lifis’ existence.

   And the pirate leader wasn’t going to leave things like that. “Hey, Sweet-Tits, you come all this way to get a look at little ol’ Lifis?” he grinned.

   Emma looked at him, and then looked at Flavia. “If he’s talking this much, did he spill any details about where the pirate hideout is?” she asked the hero.

   Flavia just folded her arms. “Fat chance, he’s just been making comments about how nice my ass would look in a wedding dress,” she grumbled.

   Emma ran her eyes up and down the Khan at those words. “Y’know…I’ve seen you in a wedding dress,” she remarked. “And your ass was quite alluring.”

   “Er, thanks, Summoner,” Flavia replied with a slightly raised eyebrow. She then turned to the prisoner. “Anyhow, I think we ought to turn to torture if we want to get anything more out of this pile of filth.”

   “Yes, I agree,” said Emma with a nod.

   Lifis immediately began flicking his head between the two women. “Whoa whoa, hang on! Are you gonna try striking a deal first?!” he spoke up in a hurry. “Y’know, try and buy my skills? Make me sell out my comrades?”

   As he shamelessly pleaded before them, Emma finally felt like she might have found a release for all of this pent-up energy. Travelling separate to Ailen while he was in a different battalion, being stuck in a ship where every other hero and the cabin boy was fucking the nights away while she was in an empty bed, and being turned down by everyone she tried to flirt with. Even Flavia, Queen Dyke of Ferox wasn’t interested, and Emma had long since figured out that her fingers weren’t enough anymore.

   Emma gritted her teeth and simply tried to ignore how much her body was so prickly hot, and how pretty much everything between her legs ached with need. She needed a passionate fuck. Someone to ruin her, someone she could ruin, anything that would let her get off in a war of control with someone. Fuck, do I miss Ailen, her inner voice practically growled in her own ears.

   And now finally she might have a release. She looked down at the hapless whelp before her as all the thoughts ran through her head. A man whose life was pretty much forfeit and in her hands. The sheer moral implications of what that could lead to were downright deplorable, and she could barely stop herself from shuddering in sinful delight at the idea. Bound, tied up and quibbling like a rat, Lifis was all hers to play with.

   “Y-You’re kidding, right?” Lifis stammered, panic in his eyes. “You’re just trying to rattle me, I see it.”

   Emma dug a hand in her pocket. The cloth rag she pulled out was proof that she had already decided to do this the moment she came here.

   “How about waterboarding?” she said, simply and without emotion, her body barely keeping the heat in check.

   “W-Waterboarding? W-What’s that?” a frantic Lifis asked as the Summoner took some steps forward, causing his weak legs to tremble.

   Flavia shrugged. “Go for it. I heard what he almost did to Safy, so it’s the least this bastard deserves.”

   Emma then started undoing the belt of her shorts. “Well…it will be my style of waterboarding.”

   By this point, Lifis was finally coming to terms with the madhouse situation he was in. “You think you’ll scare me with s-some made up torture?!” he exclaimed, shouting loud enough that his voice bounced off the cavern walls. He kept bellowing his voice in some vain attempt to scare the women in front of him. “I ain’t telling you bitches squat! You can-”

   Emma kicked him straight in the balls. The pathetic, croaking scream that followed was a sound that suited Lifis to a tee. And the way he tried to double over with his face twisted in pain sent Emma’s body all kinds of pleasurable signals to her brain that she was really about to do this.

   Was she always this wild? Was she just that pent up? Was it the years of fighting for her life? Was this Ailen’s influence? The questions ran through her head as she knelt down and began to tied the leather cloth around the pirate’s head.

   She peered into his terrified eyes as she made sure his mouth and nose were covered. “Now, Lifis, be a good boy,” she said, and left the words hanging in the air.

   He watched her straighten up, and his typical quips were too scared to emerge as his crotch ached and throbbed in unbelievable pain, his eyes teary yet fixed on the woman before him.

   Emma then went back to undoing her tight shorts, nonchalantly pulling open the buttons as he watched, and then shimmying out of them. She stood expressionless, simply doing the motions as she stepped out of her shorts and left herself with her legs and green panties on full display.

   Lifis didn’t know how to process the mix of both aching pain and throbbing arousal in his crotch at the sight, and Emma was loving it.

   She promptly turned around in front of him, bent over, and flipped up her Summoner’s robe. Emma didn’t have to see him to know he was squirming at the sight of her round rear. She knew Ailen would have her against the table the moment she gave him a look at her thighs like this. But for Lifis? All he was allowed to do was squirm.

   She kept his gaze fixed on her ass, hooking her fingers into the sides of her panties and slowly tugging and dragging them over the round cheeks and down further and further, until she knew he was panting into the cloth mask to get a look at her pussy. He was a depraved, lowly man, and Emma knew full well the pirate lusted after any part of a woman. She wanted to use that.

   A tiny squeal slipped from Lifis’ lips as Emma’s panties slipped and fell down the rest of the way to her feet.

   But she didn’t put on a show. She didn’t wiggle her hips or whisper anything naughty. No, she simply stood upright again, let the robe tumble back into place, and held her knickers in hand as she turned to him with her lower half completely exposed.

   Lifis was now grinning and panting under the cloth covering, his eyes fixed on the toned legs and pretty bush before him. His voiced was a little muffled behind the cloth but he couldn’t help himself. “Finally offering me a deal now, ay? Heh heh, y’know I’m just thinking I might consider it-”

   Emma kicked him in the balls again. Not as hard, but just enough to reignite the pain and maybe bruise the erection in his shorts. Lifis’ eyes bulged out and he tried to utter a silent cry, and that’s when Emma slipped a hand under the cloth and shoved her bundled green panties into his mouth deep enough that he choked a little.

   “Now, that’s a bad boy…” she spoke with a disappointed tone. Emma moved close enough that her naked nethers were just above his terrified gave. “But don’t worry…I’ll enjoy giving you some punishment~”

   Emma felt a warm shudder run up her spine as she shifted and now stood with her legs over the bound-up pirate, knowing that pain was coursing through him as he stared straight up at her exposed quim. Gods, she wasn’t fighting it anymore, her blood was pumping and her pussy was soaked. She knew Lifis could taste her on her knickers, and knew how fucking wet she was right now. Ugh, yes… She had him right where she wanted him.

   “Flavia, pass me the jug of water,” she asked, the rather impassive Khan simply watching her Summoner work.

   Flavia handed over Lifis’ drinking water, and smirked at how flushed Emma’s face looked. “The morning romps not enough for you, Summoner?” she said, knowing full well that Emma was sharing an empty bed.

   “Shut up,” Emma replied and snatched the jug off of her. She glanced down to see the question in Lifis’ upward gaze at the remark, the man’s mouth still stuffed with her knickers. “Better close your eyes,” she warned, and then tipped the jug onto his clothed face.

   Waterboarding simulated the sensation of drowning, a truly horrid experience to suffer. But as the scumbag Lifis began to cough and shake his head in a struggle, it only made Emma’s snatch quiver in delight. His body shook and he tried to splutter out the water, but he couldn’t breathe, the Summoner’s panties soaking up the water and partially blocking his airflow. His eyes went wide, his limbs screamed warning signals that he could feel, and his mind begged for oxygen. The painfully dull throbbing in his crotch was an afterthought in comparison. He just needed to breathe!

   And then the pouring stopped. Lifis blinked away the water and peered up at the woman standing over him.

   “Now,” Emma grinned. “Keep that chin up~”

   And then Emma lowered herself and ground her sopping pussy against his clothed face. She tried to keep an eye on his mortified expression as she denied him to chance to properly breathe, but the way her pussy lips scraped along the bumps of his nose and chin overwhelmed her with so much bliss that she had to tilt her head back in a silent moan.

   Finally, release…!

   All the little pleasure sensations lit up in her pussy, her inner thighs brushing against his rough stubble as she rubbed her snatch into him…and then dragged back her hips and did it again. The ghost of a moan escaped her lips as her body felt a flush of euphoria all over, thanking her for finally feeding her needs. She began to breath harder as she rocked her hips back and forth over Lifis’ face.

   “Ahh…such a big nose,” she cooed as she tried to mash her hooded clit against the pointed bump in the rag, tiny bursts of pleasure rocking through her all the way up past her shoulders. “But it could be a little bigger~”

   She was half drowning the pirate man as she gripped his scruffy hair with her spare hand and rode his face. From behind, one could see her Summoner’s robe dangling low, while her bare legs would peak out from the side as she squatted just enough to grind on her prisoner’s face while her head would occasionally loll back as she let out slutty moans. The way he spluttered and coughed into the rag made her eyelids tremble in ecstasy, his choked grunts only making her rock her ass back and forth even harder.

   Flavia couldn’t pretend like the whole sight of seeing her Summoner get off on a prisoner’s face wasn’t turning her on. “Naga…you really needed this, didn’t you?”

   Emma’s grip tightened on Lifis’ hair as she rolled her hips pulled him hard against her. “Fuck yes I did…!” She then dangled out the cup to Flavia. “Hey…hnng…fill this over there…ah…! Doesn’t matter if it’s saltwater…mmm…”

   As the Khan took the cup to refill it, Emma then grabbed Lifis’ hair with both hands and began to rhythmically grind and mash her clit up against his nose. Her breathing grew haggard as all that built up arousal from everything was beginning to peak.

   She could barely keep herself from squeezing her thighs around his head as the hints of her orgasm was beginning to flutter inside her, the rocking of her hips becoming frantic and short.

   She was so pent up. And riding his face was so fucking hot.

   “Fuck your rat face,” she breathed and felt tension rush up her back. “Always wanted to- ah…! to do this!”

   She then seized two thick handfuls of hair in her hands, ground down with all that she had, and came. Emma’s legs and body tightened up and suddenly rocked itself with utter, absolute ecstasy, her grip pulling hard on Lifis’ face as her cunt spasmed and gushed juices everywhere. It sloppy and messy and she filled the cave with a wanton, deep, guttural moan.

   The deep-seated fire of arousal consumed her body and mind as she held the man’s head tight between her thighs and coated him in slick pussy juice. She barely held herself up on her legs as she tried to grind and eke out some more pleasure, finally feeling the endless release of days of built-up carnal need. She wondered if Lifis liked the taste.

   Emma’s spasms of fiery pleasure were popping and sparking all over her body and mind as the euphoria took its time winding down, and she eventually glanced over with a slack look at Flavia holding out the refilled jug. Emma lazily picked up the jug with a nod, and looked down at Lifis as she caught her breath.

   An action that the pirate had almost given up on. The man’s eyes were wavering out of consciousness and the struggled coughs and gasps of air came as wet flaps through the cloth.

   “Okay Lifis…” Emma panted, lifting up the jug so he could see. “Are you going to be a good boy…or a bad boy?”

   The sheer terror in his eyes told her that he was very much still conscious, as well as the frantic moaning he was doing into the rag. Moaning that was send all kind of tingling sensations against her cunt.

   “Now, when I pull off this cloth, I want you to tell me exactly where the pirate hideout is,” the Summoner said. “Say anything else…” She bit her bottom lip. “…and I’ll have to continue punishing you~”

   With understanding written in the lights of his eyes, Emma then pulled herself off of him and stepped back. She undid the rag, and slowly pull the cloth off-

   “Argh! Ack! Hangman’s Cove!” he screamed with half a breath before sucking in as much air as he could before screaming again. “They’re in Hangman’s Cove! The third isle from Faines Port!”

   Emma then stood up with a gleeful look on her face. It worked! She could barely contain her excitement. She was just trying to relieve some stress, and she didn’t actually think he’d give in. Maybe she had a knack for this!

   She gave Flavia an excited look, and was met with a light, or rather, a quite heavy judgemental look.

   …Perhaps she just got lucky.

   “Well…you get everything you can out of him, Flavia,” she said, and bent over on one leg to pick up her shorts.

   “Will do, Summoner,” Flavia replied, keeping it curt and short.

   Emma could feel the growing aura of judgement in the air. “Aha…thanks,” she said. She then cast an eye at Lifis, who immediately went stiff as a board. “And make sure to be a good boy, Mr Pirate Leader. And you can keep the knickers, they’re not my favourite pair.”

   As Emma fixed her belt in place and exited the cave, she was doing her utmost not to even remotely think about what she just did. And failing.

   Stupid stupid stupid! Ahh! She harshly bit down on her own finger, telling herself that that had really happened. She’d just done that. It wasn’t fantasy.

   Emma slowly ran her face through her hands, knowing that once Flavia spilled the beans, her reputation was done.

   Not at all considering of course, that perhaps she already had that kind of reputation already.

   “Maaaan, I wanna see Ailen,” she moped to herself.

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“Ahh! They found us!” Lena cried out.

   “What do we do? Do we try to fight?!” Serra exclaimed as she hurriedly counted four burly bandits rushing out of the forest right at them.

   But Silque was quick to pull everyone together. “No, we run! Rejoin up with the rest of the battalion!”

   The healer squad had been kept at the back of the force so that they weren’t in range of the fighting, but still close enough for the wounded to be carried to if things went wrong. But Hangman’s Cove was the pirate’s home turf, and four surly men had found the perfect opportunity to fall upon some helpless girls while their warriors were attacking the base.

   “Looks like we hit the jackpot, boys!” bellowed the tallest of the lot, the only man wearing some form of plated chest armour. “Don’t let any of the wee lassies get away!”

   The rest of the bandits hollered and cheered, their loud voices sending terror and fear through the healers as they were chased down. One of the healers had such a fat arse, and another looked like she had pigtails perfect for holding onto. They’d grab the girls, get on a boat, and be halfway to Faines Port before anyone was any the wiser-

   An arrow snapped through the air and ripped through the throat of the foremost bandit. He let out a choked cry and hit the ground dead.

   The other three bandits scrambled to a frantic halt and whipped their heads around, brandishing their crude axes and swords. They didn’t have to look too hard.

   “Throw your weapons down or be thrown down,” Ailen called out as he nocked another arrow to his Yggdrasil bow, standing on the opposite side of the clearing. He stared the men down as the healers hurried past him. “I’ve already fought more bandits that I care to count.”

   The leader snarled as his eyes flicked between the escaping girls and the new nuisance, and the deep growls from his men showed that they shared his intentions. The archer would only get off one more shot before they’d get to him.

   “Kill ‘im, boys!”

   With a violent roar, all three pirates charged at Ailen, with the leader taking point with his sturdy armour, bulky body, and wooden shield. He shouted the loudest to grab the archer’s focus and held his shield up.

   And Ailen shot right through it all with a single Deadeye, just like how Shinon had drilled into him. The leader didn’t get to let out a death cry as the arrow ripped through his chest and killed him near instantly.

   But the two other bandits didn’t falter in their charge and rushed him with murder their eyes, determined to make sure they cut Ailen’s face off before he ever nocked another shot. Their feet pounded across the grass and the fastest pirate got ready to swing his axe just as the archer pulled out another arrow.

   And that’s when, instead of nocking the arrow, Ailen chucked his bow at the pirate to throw him off balanced, and then stepped in during the opportune moment and slammed the arrow into the assailant’s eye with his own hand. Ailen hit the man with such a blow from Close Counter technique that the pirate’s own momentum carried his feet out from under him and his body crashed into the ground, the arrow sticking out of his unmoving eye socket.

   But the last bandit was barely a step behind and swung his sword at the archer’s face with a wide, frighteningly powerful swing. But he barely missed his mark as Ailen’s swift footwork helped him dodge the amateur swing, and the bandit’s overconfident attack made him stumble off balance and waste precious time reorienting himself. Time that Ailen used to make some distance and unsheathe his own sword.

   He’s fast, Ailen noted as he squared off with the final, irate pirate. But not as fast as Karel.

   The other man was spitting with unbridled rage at this point, the adrenaline coursing through him. “I’ll split your head and let the dogs have it! You cur!” he seethed.

   He charged at Ailen without a plan and rained down upon him with blow after deadly blow. His sword clashed against Ailen’s again and again as the clang of steel rang out across the clearing. He attacked with bitter hate and a desire to win, to kill, to survive and feel what it was like to be king!

   But Ailen parried the strikes, deflected and stepped backwards and to the side as much as he needed to calmly keep control of the fight. He hits hard… Ailen suddenly locked blades with the snarling man, his own face impassive and calculating as they warred to overpower each other in a battle of strength. But not as hard as Galzus.

   Ailen pulled upon his superior strength to then shove the bandit back and off balance. Their blades separated once more, and then in that moment of stunned shock, Ailen’s sword lashed out with lethal precision.

   The blood from the man’s throat barely had time to coat Ailen’s blade as it cut clean through flesh and cartilage, and the pirate could only clutch his throat before he stumbled backwards and collapsed into the dirt.

   Ailen pulled out a rag before the man had even stopped moving, and started cleaning his sword.

   Just how many years had he been doing this now?

Marth and Chrom looked pensively over the meeting room table. Following the successful raid on Hangman’s Cove, they’d repurposed one of the bandit buildings to serve as a temporary meeting hall, all with the expected crooked timber walls and uneven chairs.

   “Sonia still won’t share what she knows?” Marth asked about their new prisoner.

   Silque shook her head. “I’m sorry, she says she won’t tell us anything unless, and I quote, ‘we give her and Pirate Leader Lifis a full pardon and a lifelong retirement plan in Faines Port’, she explained with downcast eyes.

   Chrom rubbed his chin in thought, staring at a mental chess game of problems he was no closer to solving. “You know we can’t do that. They’re trying to trick us or something,” he grumbled. “But we need to know who the pirates have been dealing with. If we don’t find out who their connections are then we’re no closer to rooting out piracy in Port Faines!”

   Marth raised a soft hand. “It’s alright, we’ll find a solution to this,” he said. “Sonia’s been running around us with deal and offers, but we still have the upper hand here, we just need to appeal to her better judgement.”

   Silque looked sceptical. “She might be our prisoner now, but I don’t see even a hint of remorse in her sinful eyes,” she spoke. “I don’t believe anything short of…t…t-torture will make her speak.”

   “Don’t joke about such things,” Chrom hurried over and gave a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “We’re not cruel savages, we won’t stoop to that level.”

   Marth nodded resolutely. “Agreed. As difficult as our situation may be, we won’t resort to torture,” he declared. “We’ll find another way.”

   Meanwhile, Ailen listened from the doorway and let out a silent, disapproving sigh.

   This entire, large-scale operation was a swift strike, meant to catch the pirates in Faines Port and the surrounding isles by surprise and before they could get a chance to pack up and leave. If they didn’t get this information out of Sonia quickly, then the pirate’s wealthy connections in Faines were as good as gone, free to relocate and start up elsewhere.

   Ailen quietly slipped out of the meeting room. Would be nice if we could have had a few more pragmatic heroes around.

Sonia gave the young healer outside her prison cell a coy, playful look. “I’m surprised someone choose to bring a girl like you on a raid like this,” she spoke, and Lena stiffened at the lady’s smooth, sure voice. Even with her hands and ankles bound, the voluptuous woman was just in control of her situation as she ever was. “Y’know, if those brutal pirates had captured you, they would have had their way with you until you ran out of tears.”

   Lena did her best to try and not listen, regretting ever volunteering to help and be Sonia’s guard.

   Sonia just loved how she made the cleric uncomfortable in her own skin. “I’ve seen how they do it, you know. I even gave them my subordinate to play with once, an ever-loyal woman named Ursula,” she told her, and hummed a little at the memory. “Ahh…they pushed her around first, made her feel the kind of fear only a woman can feel. Those ruffians then tore her clothes away and made her dangle her tits like playthings.”

   “S-Silence…” Lena tried to stammer, but it came out like a pathetic whisper.

   Sonia flicked her black hair back. “Oh, how she screamed,” she said with a smile. “They stretched out her holes and played with her body like she was nothing more than a toy. I’ll never forget the sound of her worthless, useless cries for help as they were suffocated by some filthy cock. She deserved worse, I say.”

   Lena weakly covered her ears. “I-I s-said stop…!”

   Sonia made sure to speak a little louder. “They put her in a hole in a wall when they were done, tied her down and made her a ‘relief station’ for anyone who was passing by. It was quite the sight~” she continued, and then her eyebrow twitched in annoyance. “Ugh, I would have shown her to that little brat Nino so she’d learn her place, but that brat and that infernal Jaffar both slipped away when we weren’t looking. Ohh the things I will do to that girl when I find her…”

   Lena was about to break inside when she suddenly heard the telltale sound of boots approaching the makeshift prison room. She and Sonia both glanced up to see a lone archer walking through the crooked hall with his bow in hand.

   Ailen rested his Yggdrasil bow by the wall and took off his sword belt before nodding to Lena.

   “W-What are you doing here, Mr Ailen?” she asked with curiosity in both her voice and expression.

   “I thought I’d come down and see if the prisoner was in a better mood to talk,” he said in a simple tone, and move over to peer down at the bound, voluptuous captive. Sonia was in a rather flimsy, small black dress. So small that it hugged her body tight and barely kept her plump tits contained, the cleavage spilling out the top and tempting the gaze of any and all men to get helplessly lost in it. The bottom half was less of a dress and more a strip of cloth that occasionally draped over her long legs, and her sizeable rear was showing so much skin that one had to wonder if she was even wearing panties.

   “I-I don’t think there’s anything good that will come of letting her talk,” Lene spoke up, and subconsciously put Ailen between herself and the sinful woman.

   Ailen folded his arms as he gave Sonia a stern look. “Then if you don’t want to hear what comes out of her mouth in the next hour, feel free to leave for a bit after I enter the cell,” he said.

   “B-But…”

   “It’s hardly an order,” he said, and politely took the key from her to undo the latch on the cell door. “Watch if you want.”

   Sonia shifted her luscious legs and gave the man a salacious look. “Oh? Are you sure you want to enter this viper’s den?” she smiled. She watched Ailen open the door and step in, before handing Lene the key to let her lock him in with her. “Most of the ‘men’ you came with couldn’t look me in the eye, are you sure you want me to corrupt your innocence~?”

   Ailen promptly stepped over and roughly shoved her onto her back. Sonia let out a gasp of indignation before she suddenly felt a large hand slip down her top and seize one of her tits. Ailen then got comfortable as he sat on her waist and began idly, leisurely fondling her breast and squeezing her nipple between his fingers.

   Sonia glared up at the man and his sheer insolence as she was pinned to the floor. “Just what kind of lust-addled beast are-?!”

   Her breast was then painfully squeezed tight in his grasp and she let out a very small, short whimper before glaring at him again.

   “Consider this my form of a handshake,” Ailen said, staring into her furious eyes. She was squirming under him futilely for a bit before giving up. “My name is Ailen, mind telling me yours?”

   Sonia snarled. “And what possessed you to think I would deign to give you my name, you worthless cur!”

   He took his time hefting and playing with her fat tit, flicking the little nub with his thumb. “Alright then, we’ll call you Whore,” he replied, and then plucked out her other breast from her dress. “The pirates’ little whore.”

   “There is only one man who deserves my loyalty,” she hissed, tongue laced with venom, only to then wince as he pinched and pulled up her tits by her nipples.

   Ailen let her fat jugs drop back down and bounce with the perfect amount of perkiness, before manhandling them again. “And let me guess,” he mused. “That’s not really Pirate Leader Lifis, is it?”

   Sonia struggled on the floor as the man sat on her waist and leisurely groped her bare chest. But she didn’t reply to his question, and instead held her silence. That left her with only one thing to focus on however, and the more she focused on his rhythmic, deep fondling of her chest, the more she listened to the little sparks of pleasure it gave her.

   Realising she wasn’t speaking up, Ailen glanced over his shoulder to see if Lena was still watching, and then leaned a little. “So, I’ll tell you how this is going to go. My superiors are going to spend a while thinking of ways to try and convince you to talk,” he told her, and took his time fondling her breasts, making her pay attention to his every word. “And in the meantime, I’m going to do whatever I want with you.”

   Her dark eyes flared and she tried to work the bonds around her hands and ankles. “You wouldn’t have the balls,” she hissed. “Your crew’s nothing but a bunch of sissies and boys.”

   Ailen continued to tease her nipples, noting how she was no longer wincing at his ministrations, and even breathing a little deeper. “Well, as it so happens, I’ve been away from my lady-friend for the last wee while, and I’m about ready to tear the clothes off of every girl in a kilometre radius,” he spoke with a hot breath, squeezing her chest just a little more. “So, you can scream, moan, cuss me out or whatever you want to do, while I pin you to the floor here and get out every single bit of pent-up energy I’ve been holding back. And if for some reason you want to talk after that, then we can do that. Sound like a plan?”

   “As if I’d let you do whatever you want with my body!” she spat at him. She scrambled back into a sitting position as he stood up and got off of her, only to then start unbuckling his trousers. Hands still tied behind her back and trapped in the prison cell, she tried hurriedly to think of a way out. “If…If you just want some sexual relief, then I know a girl who’d please you greatly, I’m sure Ursula would be delighted to drain your cock for you. I’m sure she’s around here somewhere.”

   Ailen then pulled his trousers down and his raging erection sprung free to smack Sonia in the face.

   “What are-?! O-Oh…” Sonia’s words trailed off as the long schlong of man meat rested across her face. The sheer girth and throbbing heat she could feel coming off of his made her instinctively swallow and lick her lips just slightly. Her pretty chin, nose, and forehead all pressed up against it, and her hot pants trickled down to tease his full, laden balls that were swollen with seed.

   Ailen’s brow furrowed. “Oh, please, Sonia, I’m sure you’re more than used to a man’s tool by now,” he said, but then couldn’t help but put a largely hand into her hair and lightly pull and rub his shaft against her panting, needy face. “Let’s not waste time now.”

   Her cheeks were growing red and flustered. “O-Of course, this is nothing special,” she spurted out and turned her head away. A dangerous idea then came to her mind, and she looked up at Ailen, hoping he didn’t see the mischievous glint in her eye. “So, are you going to shove that in my mouth like the beast you are?”

   But Ailen tightened his grip on her hair. “And let you use those teeth of yours? I’m not stupid,” he said as he pressed the hard tip of his cock against her cheek as his muscled arm held her still, and then rubbed it against her nose so her lusty mind was full of the smell of cock. “Wouldn’t mind seeing you try with these, though,” he said, and jammed his fingers into her mouth past her full, hot lips.

   Sonia immediately tried to bite down on his fingers with pure scorn in her glaring face. Yet bite as hard as she might, Ailen’s tough and calloused fingers were just too sturdy, and instead she soon found him toying with the insides of her mouth. He grabbed her tongue between his knuckles and was easily able to turn her jaw and head to look at him as he stood towering above her, his length, engorged cock and heavy balls taking up most of her sight. Unladylike spittle and drool slipped out of her now full mouth, and dripped onto her round tits.

   “That’s a good girl...” he told her through her pitiful groans of protest.

   His eyes then roamed over the thick curves of her body, from her huge bust, her grabbable waist, and wide, tempting birthing hips. She was born to seduce men, made to fuck, to breed. Her mouth still gagging around his fingers, Ailen slid his other hand up and along her bare thigh, took her black skirt in his grasp, and ripped it aside to expose her vulnerable, naked pussy.

   Sonia whined and tried to twist free of his grasp, her precious snatch visible for all to see. She never wore undergarments, not when her job in life was to tempt, tease, and tether men’s loyalty to the secret allure of her body. But this was just assault!

   She tried to clamp her legs together but Ailen was faster, pushing his knee between her thighs while still holding her jaw and face in his other hand. Sonia frantically struggled to crushed his leg with her thighs just as she tried to bite through his fingers, all of it to useless, pointless avail. Instead, Ailen took his time admiring the little trimmed bush of pubic hair she kept above her privates, and hummed in satisfaction, his erected cock throbbing in the air.

   “Maybe you call it the tool of your trade, Whore,” he spoke as his hand brushed the inside of her thighs and dragged his fingers along the sensitive areas just around her pussy. “But it’s a lovely cunt. It looks tight, plump, and if I daresay…” He leaned down to look at her as he traced the lightest fingertip through her cuntlips. “…a little wet.”

   Sonia desperately growled and glared out him, but with his rough digits stuck in her mouth playing with her tongue, her curses and spite only came out as a delightful song of gargles and groans. And yet her face was only growing hotter as he toyed with her breasts, pinched and played with her nipples, and made painstakingly sure to tease all the area around her dampening hole with feathery light touches for minutes on end. He was agonisingly patient, and soon she couldn’t help but scrunch up her toes every time he bent over and blew hot, possessive breaths of air against her moist mound.

   “You serve your master loyally, don’t you…” he spoke and groped one of her fat, plump tits. “You lure powerful men in, fuck them into loving you, corrupting them and owning them...” Ailen’s hand brushed over her trimmed bush and Sonia felt her own hips buck up in delight, her eyes flicking back to his. Ailen moved close enough to whisper, his forefinger pinning down her tongue as he spoke. “…But you loved every minute, didn’t you? Their blind worship, the way they tugged and grabbed at your body like desperate fools.” Sonia’s flushed face gazed up at him with hazy eyes. “You say it’s all for the mission…but deep down you love it too much... You want more. You wanted them to give you more, to fuck you stupid, without restraint. Held down. Bent over. Taken.”

   Her breathing was growing faster, her hands bound behind her back as his hand teased the edges of her quivering snatch while she drowned in his words.

   “Give into it, Sonia…” he whispered hungrily, his body leaning over hears while she lay spread out at his mercy. “Forget the mission...you’ve already lost… Give in, experience pleasure.”

   His thick fingers slipped one-by-one into her slick, hot, tight, begging cunt and pushed past her pussy lips until her head tilted back and she let out the deepest, most sudden, guttural moan her throat could make. Her eyelids fluttered and her thighs desperately squirmed to press together, the carnal bliss of finally being touched and invaded consuming her mind.

   Ailen carefully worked his fingers into her sopping, clenching hole and took his time widening it and digging around to find her favourite spots. His hand was already soaked in her horny juices and it only made him gradually pick up the pace, groping her snatch deeper and rougher while her hips trembled and shifted to move with him.

   “That’s it… That’s a good girl…” he whispered in her ear, her lewd mewls and moans beginning to flow freely as he kept shifting the digits in her mouth around so he could tilt and turn her head where he liked. Her tight tunnel clamped down around his fingers as her hot body undulated beneath him. “But that’s not enough for me…” he whispered. “I want to hear you begging.”

   Suddenly, Ailen’s grip in her pussy went rigid and strong, and made Sonia twist and squeal. He ground his palm against her sodden clit over and over until she was twitching and moaning from the sharp pleasure. His strong arms held her down and her bound heels scraped against the dirt, yet her eyes shuddered in the waves of the carnal decadence that he was taking his time forcing upon her. And every time she peered up at him and choked on his deep fingers, she saw his strong, steady gaze fixed on her.

   He’d been mercilessly toying with her body endlessly, longer than she could keep count, so when he finally chose to start fingering her into the floor itself, her mind had already submitted. Her legs thrashed, her hips bucked, and her juices flew everywhere as Ailen pinned her legs apart and started jack-hammered his fingers into her gushing cunt. He pulled out hid saliva-sodden fingers from her hot mouth and laid his forearm over her throat so he could keep her spasming body pinned still while he finger-fucked the orgasms straight out of her quivering gash.

   She ground her head back against the dirt as she cried out truly whorish, deplorable moans that shivered and quaked as she came once, and then again, and then just as her cunt was coiling and clamping around his fingers in an orgasmic death grip, he powered through and shoved them deeper again and again. She was a twisting, guttural mess of sexual ecstasy that begged to twist her legs freely, held down in place while her tits bounced and her tongue cried out for the roof above.

   Ailen fingered the whore’s dripping cunny until she was covered head-to-toe in dripping sweat, and even then, he chose the lean down and bite and suck on her exposed, rock-hard nipples. The pumping of his fingers grew slow and methodical as he brushed and pressed against the spots that made her squirm, all the while his own erection still standing proud.

   By the time he pulled his hands from between her legs, Sonia was a heaving, mewling, sprawled-out pile of jelly. She didn’t resist in the slightest as he knelt over her naked tights and flushed, blissful face, and began slowly stroking the whole length of his cock. Her cunt juices in his hand slathered his entire breeding stick from base all the way to the top, and a drop of precum already fell down on her chin as he pumped his dick in front of her.

   She panted and gazed up at him with hot pants, her black hair sprawled out behind her. Her snatch wouldn’t stop twitching from the successive orgasms, yet the strong smell of cock and cum pervaded her senses enough that she already found herself craning open her mouth.

   “Give it to me…” she moaned. “Give me all of it…! Please…! Let me taste it!”

   Ailen’s pent-up arousal and frustration were only held back by a mental dam of willpower, and as the whore beneath him begged for his cum, his balls ached and churned and bellowed out for release. He stroked his cock and basked in the submissive view before him.

   “Good girl…” he spoke, and let the feeling crash up his spine and surge through his body.

   Fat wads of hot spunk shot out of the tip of his shaft and plastered themselves all over Sonia’s face and chest. Streams of white seed layered itself over her voluptuous tits and splattered against her nipples, but his sack churned with release and he angled his pulsing shaft up at her waiting lips and let out a guttural groan.

   Sonia’s tongue instantly savoured the taste of the first thick shot of cum that loosed itself down her mouth, followed by more and more groans and bucks from the man above as he painted her lips, nose, cheeks, and chin all over with his semen. She mewled in mindless satisfaction as Ailen’s virile sperm coated her pretty features, and his heavy grunts sent shivers of delight through her.

   But as his breathing returned to normal, she cracked open one eye to see that his raging erection was still bulging and eager for more. She shuddered as she looked up to see how hungry his eyes looked, the way his broad shoulders blocked out the lamplight and he was poised to pin her down, fuck, and breed her. For the first time in a bedroom setting, Sonia’s lips quivered in a deadly, addictive mix of fear and arousal.

   Yet he let out a disappointed sigh, and stood up from her. “You’re not even close to her,” he spoke. “You’re not even worth fucking.”

   Sonia watched in disbelief as Ailen turned his muscled body away from her to retrieve his trousers. Even with his painfully strong erection, he found a way to buckle his belt around it.

   “W-Wait! Y-You’re not leaving, are you?!” Sonia spoke up, his cum still decorating her face in white.

   Ailen barely paid her any heed, and instead knocked on the cell door. “Lena, I know you’re there, come let me out,” he said. “I’m finished here.”

   Sure enough, the timid healer stepped into view with the reddest face she’d even worn, and fumbled with the keys as she undid the latch.

   “B-But you’re not finished yet!” cried out Sonia, shuffling towards him. “You’re raring to go, you can’t hide it from me!”

   Ailen stepped out of the cell and glanced behind him as Lena locked it. His hormones were on fire, his arousal through the roof, but it had been that way for days now. He thought Sonia could be a quick fix, but who he really needed…

   “If you’re begging for a fuck, I’m sure my superiors will be most happy to offer you a trade for information,” he said her, and walked off while scooping up his bow and sword belt.

As Ailen stepped back out onto the open beach, he ran his face through his rough hands with a stressed-out groan. His erection was barely constrained in his pants, his blood was coursing hot, and yet…

   He couldn’t stop thinking about Emma.

   Dammit.

   She was all he could think about throughout that whole ‘interrogation’. She would have sucked so coyishly on his fingers, and spoken something so sexy and dumb like, ‘your fingers are little dicks’. Something so stupid it’d just make him want to fuck her more.

   The last time he had bound her up, she’d tried to strangle him with the ropes as they fucked, and threatened to bite his ear off if he pulled out. He’d had to pin her down as she eagerly squirmed and fought and-

   He struck his head in his own heavy hand to clear his thoughts, gritting his teeth to get himself under control.

   “Fuck… I wanna see Emma.”