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right through to her core. Brall, heaving and laughing slightly, slid out from her.
But it wasn’t over. Abigail held her asshole high, even as it dripped with Brall’s cum.
“More!” Abigail cried.
It was beyond belief. Brall had given her everything he had. Shrugging, he waved on another two men. They would tire her out, soon enough, and she would be indoctrinated all the way.
The Family would hear about this. What Brall had done to Abigail. It would mean war.
He approached Carthage, smiling on the sidelines, a woman kneeling and sucking his cock. Miranda again.
“Whenever she’s done,” Brall said to him, “you tell her she’s in.”
Then, he began the walk back to Temple and his tent.
Wars needed generals; generals needed plans.
Part II: Lust War
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I t was all going rather well for Troy.
Beneath him was a lovely young thing who seemed designed entirely for his pleasure. Just barely eighteen. Her hair red and shoulder-length, freckles on every part of her body. He fucked her furiously, her body bent backwards beneath his weight. She held her shoulders off the ground with strong arms, practically doing a handstand upward into the hard thrusts of his big, meaty cock.
His room was located in the remains of a former game hall, converted over into a barracks. Troy was one of the few warriors to have his own room. Outside he could hear the other warriors milling about, some fucking their own catches for the day. Deeper outside, he heard the rumble of bikes as men patrolled the town of Temple.
His room was flooded with light—he wanted to see her, wanted her to see him. Her pale, supple, bouncy flesh so delectable. His cock, enormous and thick, nearly the size of the girl’s forearm, stretched out her tiny entrance and had made her howl with that hot, lovely mixture of pleasure and pain that Troy so loved to hear from women.
She had cum long ago, nearly at the point of his starting. His cock was just too big for anything else, riding up under the woman’s g-spot and pushing into it so perfectly. More pleasure than she knew what to do with.
Not that Troy cared all that much. He knew a woman’s place. Cumming wasn’t part of it. Enjoying sex wasn’t part of it. Enjoying sex was for the man and the man alone. That’s why it was nothing for him to slap at her meager tits, to tug at her hair, to bend her over like he did and fuck her so ruthlessly.
She seemed to love it all anyway. That, or the force of his fucking overrode any hesitations or dislikes, plunging her deeper into Troy’s sadistic dreamscape of fucks with every new thrust into her tiny cunt. Her body so frail, so tiny, so breakable. He could see his bulge pushing up in her tummy if he angled her right. The thought excited him. It was too bad she was too skinny to properly bear children, otherwise he might even think about taking her as a mate.
“I’m going to-to...oh god,” her voice was low and exhausted, pushing into his sheets. “A-agaiiiin...”
Troy didn’t care. For some, an orgasm from a woman was a badge of honor. Something to be touted about with pride. For Troy, it was just affirmation that his cock—and his importance—were exactly what he knew them to be.
But hell, he hadn’t finished with a girl in some time. Why not give it a try. He let himself go, letting his will dissolve, and immediately his thrusts spasmed and jerked in wild order. His cock emptied out, but only on top of her. The hot goo spilling down onto her crotch, her belly and tits. Cruelly, he withdrew as she came, leaving her pulsing cunt empty, the overwhelming pleasure sourceless except for his thick, heavy load landing on her skin.
She wouldn't have his child. She didn't deserve it. His seed was reserved only for the very best of women. Someone like Robin, say—or just Robin herself. He'd love the look of his stepsister pregnant with his load.
He stood over her, catching his breath. She looked exhausted. Troy could
But it wasn’t over. Abigail held her asshole high, even as it dripped with Brall’s cum.
“More!” Abigail cried.
It was beyond belief. Brall had given her everything he had. Shrugging, he waved on another two men. They would tire her out, soon enough, and she would be indoctrinated all the way.
The Family would hear about this. What Brall had done to Abigail. It would mean war.
He approached Carthage, smiling on the sidelines, a woman kneeling and sucking his cock. Miranda again.
“Whenever she’s done,” Brall said to him, “you tell her she’s in.”
Then, he began the walk back to Temple and his tent.
Wars needed generals; generals needed plans.
Part II: Lust War
––––––––
I t was all going rather well for Troy.
Beneath him was a lovely young thing who seemed designed entirely for his pleasure. Just barely eighteen. Her hair red and shoulder-length, freckles on every part of her body. He fucked her furiously, her body bent backwards beneath his weight. She held her shoulders off the ground with strong arms, practically doing a handstand upward into the hard thrusts of his big, meaty cock.
His room was located in the remains of a former game hall, converted over into a barracks. Troy was one of the few warriors to have his own room. Outside he could hear the other warriors milling about, some fucking their own catches for the day. Deeper outside, he heard the rumble of bikes as men patrolled the town of Temple.
His room was flooded with light—he wanted to see her, wanted her to see him. Her pale, supple, bouncy flesh so delectable. His cock, enormous and thick, nearly the size of the girl’s forearm, stretched out her tiny entrance and had made her howl with that hot, lovely mixture of pleasure and pain that Troy so loved to hear from women.
She had cum long ago, nearly at the point of his starting. His cock was just too big for anything else, riding up under the woman’s g-spot and pushing into it so perfectly. More pleasure than she knew what to do with.
Not that Troy cared all that much. He knew a woman’s place. Cumming wasn’t part of it. Enjoying sex wasn’t part of it. Enjoying sex was for the man and the man alone. That’s why it was nothing for him to slap at her meager tits, to tug at her hair, to bend her over like he did and fuck her so ruthlessly.
She seemed to love it all anyway. That, or the force of his fucking overrode any hesitations or dislikes, plunging her deeper into Troy’s sadistic dreamscape of fucks with every new thrust into her tiny cunt. Her body so frail, so tiny, so breakable. He could see his bulge pushing up in her tummy if he angled her right. The thought excited him. It was too bad she was too skinny to properly bear children, otherwise he might even think about taking her as a mate.
“I’m going to-to...oh god,” her voice was low and exhausted, pushing into his sheets. “A-agaiiiin...”
Troy didn’t care. For some, an orgasm from a woman was a badge of honor. Something to be touted about with pride. For Troy, it was just affirmation that his cock—and his importance—were exactly what he knew them to be.
But hell, he hadn’t finished with a girl in some time. Why not give it a try. He let himself go, letting his will dissolve, and immediately his thrusts spasmed and jerked in wild order. His cock emptied out, but only on top of her. The hot goo spilling down onto her crotch, her belly and tits. Cruelly, he withdrew as she came, leaving her pulsing cunt empty, the overwhelming pleasure sourceless except for his thick, heavy load landing on her skin.
She wouldn't have his child. She didn't deserve it. His seed was reserved only for the very best of women. Someone like Robin, say—or just Robin herself. He'd love the look of his stepsister pregnant with his load.
He stood over her, catching his breath. She looked exhausted. Troy could
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