The Lost Key of Atlantis (TheCorsair and Xana)

[TheCorsair]

Each of Yusef’s thrusts moved Katie on his aching shaft, drawing a moan from Quentin and a muffled gasp from the woman they were both fucking. He arched his back, pushing more of himself into her depths, squeezing a firm breast with one hand as she sucked off the other. “Fuck, yeah,” he gasped out. “Oh, oh fuck, I’m close.”

Katie climaxed as if his words had been the trigger. Her walls clenched around him, squeezing with delicious pressure as she let his fingers slip from her lips. Her cries of delight echoed from the distant dunes, in time with the slapping sounds of flesh on flesh.

Yusef shoved her down, pinning her body against Quentin so he could grip her hips. “Dirty little slut,” he groaned. “I’m going to fuck my cum into you. Fuck my cum into your tight ass.” His fingers dug into her skin as he hammered faster into her, making her body slide over Wuentin’s hips and chest. “You want it, don’t you? Want my cum in...” His words cut out with a cry as pleasure washed through him, his thick meat pulsing in her ass as he emptied himself.

Quentin’s fingers tangled in Katie’s hair, drawing her lips to his. His tongue filled her mouth, mimicking the motion of his shaft. And then he cried out as well, filling her mouth with the sound of his pleasure as he filled her cunt with the proof.

“Fuck,” he gasped, breathing hard. “Fuck, that was good.”

Yusef pulled out, dripping a little seed on her ass and thighs. He stumbled, then sat down hard. “Allah il Allah,” he agreed, wiping sweat from his forehead.

 

[Xanaphia]

The next morning allowed for a quick bath at the nearby spring. Quick, because as much as she enjoyed the previous evening, Katie knew she had no time to indulge herself in her handsome rescuers this day. As it stood, things were going to be tense. The Onyx Queen did not tolerate failure gladly.

“We should head to Alexandria, to meet my contact at port.”

They traveled on horseback to the closest town, then by car until they reached the coast. By mid-afternoon, they reach Alexandria, and followed Katie as they lead them to port. Their destination was a nondescript cargo ship. Katie lead them into the cargo bay, where two comely women, with dark, sun kissed complexions and rifles strapped to their back stood guard on the ship. They nodded silently to Katie as she passed, and moved to block Quentin and Yusef from following her.

Making her way through the ship, Katie passed several more women with guns before reaching the captain quarters. Within she came face to face with Aurelia, a figure known internationally as the “Onyx Queen,” wanted by several governments for terrorism and sedition. “Katie? What are you doing here? Where you able to recover the map without traveling to Berlin?”

“There was a complication. Namely a misguided rescue attempt by an old friend and his comrade.”

“They interfered?” Aurelia stood and loaded a pistol, “I’ll have to kill them both.”

“Wait!” Katie barked, rushing to get in front of Aurelia, “They weren’t interfering; they were trying to save me.”

“So? Same result. The Germans are that much closer to claiming the Lost Key of Atlantis.” Her heels clicked wood flooring and echoed in the tight corridors, like the ticking of a clock. “We cannot allow that to happen.”

Katie had to think quick; Aurelia wasn’t known for her forgiveness. “They could still be useful to you. Quentin is clever and resourceful and–“

“I’ll be the judge of that,” Aurelia decided pushing through the double doors that fed into the cargo bay. “Who meddles in the affairs of the Onyx Queen?” She stopped short, however, upon meeting their eyes. Well, one set of eyes, in particular. Katie had never seen Aurelia so disarmed.

“Yusef?”

 

[TheCorsair]

“I’ll admit,” Quentin remarked, idly watching the two guards, “I didn’t expect to be visiting Alexandria today.”

Yusef shrugged. “As God wills, my friend. But what business does your woman have here?”

“She’s not my woman,” Quentin replied. “She...”

“Shared your tent last night. What else should I assume?” Yusef laughed.

“She’s her own woman,” Quentin corrected. “And an asset to some intelligence service, I think. Probably MI-5.” He looked around the room. “Although...”

“Although this seems unlike the offices kept by British intelligence?” Yusef finished.

Quentin nodded, eying the guards. They were easy in the eyes, but they also held their rifles with the casual confidence of professionals. They were, he was certain, not simple eye candy. “No,” he agreed. “This seems more like our first interview with Madame Golb.”

“Ah, yes,” Yusef nodded, shifting in his seat. “In Dar-es-Salaam.”

The cargo bay doors opened with a bang, revealing a striking dark-skinned woman and her equally striking handgun. “Who meddles in the affairs of the Onyx Queen?” She demanded, aiming the pistol with a steady hand.

Both men had lived dangerous lives, where an instant’s hesitation could mean certain death. Quentin moves liked greased lightning, rolling left off his chair and raising his blued Colt automatic. Yusef sprang like a panther, a heavy Webley revolver materializing in his hand as he moved. The female guards shifted, bringing their rifles to gear to cover the two men.

For a moment, there was silence.

“Yusef?” the dark-skinned woman asked, staring at the swarthy Kurd.

Yusef’s eyes narrowed in thought as he focused past the pistol to the woman holding it. Then his eyes went wide as well. “Aurelia?”

“You know her?” Quentin asked.

“Sort of,” Yusef allowed, watching the woman walk towards him. “A little.” He smiled up at her. “How are...”

The woman backhanded him, sending him sprawling. Before Yusef could recover, she had a knee on his chest and the muzzle of her pistol pressed under his jaw. “Ya Ibn el Sharmouta,” she spat. “I should kill you now!”

 

[Xanaphia]

Of all the time not to have a gun on her, this may have been the worst. But Aurelia hadn’t killed him yet, so perhaps that was some chance to reason with her.

“How much are the Germans paying you? How much did selling your soul cost?”

“He’s not working for the Germans,” Katie explained, stepping closer to Aurelia.

“You don’t know that. He’ll work for anyone if it pays.”

“Well, they aren’t going to pay him after he killed one of their men,” Katie argued.

Aurelia was quiet a moment, staring down at Yusef and trying not to remember past times she had stared down at him like this. “Who then? The Americans?”

“Yusef came with Quentin, who has an interest in keeping the Thule Society from wrecking an important historical find,” Katie explained, speaking carefully in mixed company. “Both are willing to help us retrieve the map, before the Germans can interpret my notes and figure out the cipher.”

Aurelia eased the gun from Yusef’s neck, but remained atop him for another moment or two. More memories bubbled up, hot within her depths, and she found herself secretly glad she didn’t have to kill him. Yet.

“Fine. But we are going to have to work quickly to claim the map.” Holstering her gun as she stood, Aurelia turned her attention towards Quentin. “Not quite Aryan, but you might be able to pass. Do you speak any German?”

 

[TheCorsair]

Quentin eased the hammer of his automatic back down as the mystery woman - Aurelia, and apparently Yusef knew her - rose and bolstered her own weapon. “Not quite Aryan,” she said, studying him, “but you might be able to pass. Do you speak any German?”

“Das tue ich, und fließend,” Quentin replied with a crooked smile. “Auch Latein, Französisch, Spanisch, Arabisch, Kurdisch und Hindi. Und ein zerstreutes Griechisch und Baskisch.” Crossing the room, he helped Yusef to his feet. “But I’m curious - what is the Onyx Queen’s interest in this map? My understanding is that she’d be more interested in German munitions shipments.”

“No idea, al-Mutaful,” Yusef replied, bolstering his revolver and dusting himself off. “Perhaps simply because the Germans want it?”

Quentin shrugged. “Maybe, but I was really asking them.” He nodded towards Kate and Aurelia. “Her agents probably have a better idea, after all.” The dark-skinned woman grunted and turned, gesturing for them to follow. With a sidelong glance at Yusef, he fell in behind her. “And I’d like to know myself, before heading to Berlin in a treasure hunt. I’m not exactly well-liked in the inner circles of the National Sicialist party, after all.”

 

[Xanaphia]

“Shouldn’t be anywhere near the inner circle,” Aurelia assured him, deliberately not answering his greater question. “The Thule society may be influential, but they are also fringe. With my agent already in place in Berlin, we should be able to get in and out quickly, without even breaking her cover.”

“But my concern is solely with preventing the Germans from destroying an important piece of Egyptian history. I am sure I don’t have to remind you of what the British did with the artifacts they ‘discovered.” Or what Europe has done to Africa since setting foot there, stealing her land, her treasures, her resources, her cultures.” Aurelia stopped then, at the crossway of four halls, and stared defiantly at Quentin, as if to challenge to him. “Her people.”

The two guards unlocked a pair of rooms, small, and simple, with a bed and little else, and Aurelia motioned towards them. “Your rooms. I’ll let you two get situated, and we can discuss our plans in an hour.” Without another word She walked off, with Katie close behind, and the two female guards watching the men. They were in Aurelia’s private room before she spoke up again.

“Is your lover always this suspicious?”

“He’s not my lover.” Kaite insisted with undue haste. And even still, she couldn’t help correcting herself. “I mean, we have slept together. Or, rather, we do sleep together, sometimes. But we’re not lovers.”

Aurelia didn’t speak, but raised her eyebrows.

“And yes, he is often this suspicious. And he’s smart –too smart to fall for these half-truths for long.”

“Then you are going to have to do something about that.”

“I don’t want to hurt him.” Kaite stammered, unable to even say the word ‘kill’ about Quentin.

“I figured as much. But that isn’t what I mean. I mean for you to distract him, get him thinking with the wrong head.”

Katie nodded, greatly preferring that method for Several reasons. “And Yusef? Are you going to… take care of him? Or should I?”

Aurelia shook her head, “No need. He can be swayed by money, and I have plenty of it.”

“And you think that would be enough?”

“I know it will be.”

“You speak of him like he’s a whore.”

“Not at all,” Aurelia insisted, crossing her arms over her chest. “I can respect whores.”

 

[TheCorsair]

“So. You have a history with the Onyx Queen,” Quentin stated, examining the tiny room he’d been assigned. Not quite a brig, but he was certain it would serve in a pinch. But they weren’t quite prisoners, either. They’d been left their guns.

“So it would seem,” Yusef nodded. “Although, truth be known, I had no idea Aurelia was the Onyx Queen until this moment.” He took a seat on the narrow bed, and stretched out. “Inshallah. Perhaps I should have stayed with her. ‘Onyx King’ has a ring to it.”

Quentin chuckled. “She doesn’t strike me as a woman who would share willingly.”

Now it was Yusef who laughed. “Oh, she did. When it suited her. But, well, only when it suited her.”

Quentin looked around the tiny cabin, then shrugged and sat in the floor. “Right, spill it. I want to know how likely it is she’ll change her mind and have you killed after all.” He stared hard at his companion. “And me with you, because I know you.”

Yusef leaned back. “Even odds, really. The minx can hold a grudge.”

“Wonderful.” Quentin eyed the open door and the female guards beyond. “Care to elaborate?”

“We were lovers,” Yusef replied with a shrug, “but she resented my wandering eye.” He laughed once. “Even though her eye did some wandering as well, along with the rest of her.”

“That’s it?” Quentin scratched his chin, watching the big Kurd. “Then why would she assume you had sold her out to the Reich?”

Yusef made a dismissive gesture. “A German expedition hired me as a guide once, looking for evidence of Roman involvement in the region.” Another shrug. “They dug a few holes, and I got paid.”

 

[Xanaphia]

Within the hour, Katie returned to the men’s rooms, and beckoned them over. “Aurelia invites you both to join us for dinner.” She led them through the ship, to captain’s quarters, without any guards this time. Aurelia stood to greet them as they entered, taking Quentin’s hand in quick, polite handshake. Her grip of Yusef’s hand lingered a heartbeat or so longer, in memory or, perhaps mourning of past intimacy. But she smiled, and the truth of that matter drifted away.

“We got off on the wrong foot before, and I would like to try again. Please, sit, eat, we have much to discuss.”

Before them was a table, set with a hearty, if simple meal. Roast chicken on a bed of rice, with fragrant green vegetables and fluffy rolls. Katie took a seat across from Aurelia, and smiled genuinely up at Quentin and Yusef.

“I hoped to have a conversation with you, before Yusef could poison your image of me.” The words were harsh, but her tone was light, almost playful. She even flashed a smirk at Yusef, a smirk that almost contained forgiveness. A smirk that almost contained invitation. “If you can put aside what your government has said about me, I think you’ll find I’m not so bad.”

Leaning over the table, she poured wine into each cup. “Katie tells me that you are no friends of Germany. Well then, the enemy of my enemy should be my friend. And I’d like to let you know there are many benefits in being my friend. I am often quite generous to my friends, for one example.” As she spoke, she craved the chicken, and offered ample servings to each man.

“Despite her reputation, Aurelia has been very active in funding local community projects: charitable, artistic and even historic,” Katie explained, accepting a thick slab of breast meat on her plate, before serving herself a heaping of rice. “She’s funded my research for many years, and we’ve worked closely together on this project. It really would make my career, but, before the Thule Society got involved, I never suspected it would be anything more.”

“The Germans are up to no good.” Aurelia sipped at her wine, then motioned with the glass. “I have no reason to believe Nephren-Ka’s mastaba is anything more than a splashy discovery, but the Germans are a great deal of effort into locating it. Which makes me even more determined to deny them. If we are on the same page here, I would like for us all to work together in this.”

 

[TheCorsair]

“Friendship certainly has the greater appeal,” Quentin remarked, accepting the plate. “But, what do you have in mind?”

“And what is in it for us?” Yusef added.

Quentin massaged the bridge of his nose. “Perhaps now is not the time..?”

Fortunately, Katie explained the Onyx Queen’s role in things, and then the Onyx Queen herself explained her interest in thwarting the Thule Society. Quentin listened thoughtfully, nodding as the two women spoke. Yusef, for his part, ate with gusto and appeared utterly uninterested.

“I certainly appreciate being able to disrupt Nazi plans,” Quentin began, speaking carefully. “And I’d much rather see a list Old Kingdom mastaba studied properly, rather than simply looted and parades through Berlin in triumph. But preventing them from despoiling the site will be... difficult.”

He glanced over at Katie. “I’m pretty sure I saw Frau Doktor Eleonora Sternschnuppe when we rescued you. She’s an evil bitch, but she’s also an excellent scholar. If any member of the Thule-Gesellschaft will be able to break that cypher, it’s her.”

“Then we shoot her,” Yusef suggested, miming the action with finger and thumb. “Finish what you tried in Tibet.”

 

[Xanaphia]

“Is she reason why you’re disliked by the Nazis?” Aurelia questioned, pointing with her fork. With a nod, she speared a piece of chicken and chewed it thoughtfully. “Well, it certainly sounds like we have common cause.”

Over dinner, plans were discussed and schemes put into motion. Everyone had their role, and they all knew how to play it. They’d arrive in Venice by the next day, and travel by vehicle into Germany. All that remained was to kill time until they arrived.

After dinner, the men were given more or less free reign on the ship, though they would find they were rarely out of sight of one or more female guards. It was only a few hours later when one approached Yusef, and motioned for him to follow.

“The Onyx Queen summons you.”

Once more he was lead through the ship, back to her room. It was dimly lit this time, with only the desk lamp providing illumination. Clad solely in black lace undergarments, with her jacket draped over her shoulders, Aurelia eyed Yusef through her eyelashes. She made no move to cover herself, but stubbed out her cigarette.

“I know all this ‘preserving history’ doesn’t appeal to you,” she purred, sipping at her glass, “so I hoped to make this worth your while.” Casually, she leaned back, reaching for an envelop behind her, and tossed it on the table before him. It landed with a dull thud. Within was a thousand US dollars in twenties.

She killed the glass while he counted it, and refilled it once more, letting the silence settle between them. “No hard feelings, I hope?” A moment passed, a moment filled with a shrug, and Aurelia’s gaze wandering over his figure. “Or… maybe I wouldn’t mind some hard feelings?”

 

[TheCorsair]

It took a lot to take attention from a mostly-naked Aurelia, but the heavy envelope managed it. Yusef scooped it up and opened it, then managed to restrain an exclamation as he saw the contents. But he smiled a little as he thumbed through the notes. All fifty of them.

“No hard feelings, I hope?” Aurelia asked casually, refilling her glass.

Yusef shrugged. “I never really had any.” Closing the envelope, he stuffed it into a pocket. “I prefer burying grudges to carrying them.”

Aurelia leaned back, inspecting him silently. “Or… maybe I wouldn’t mind some hard feelings?”

Yusef considered that. She’d tried to kill him, more than once. But she was also a tiger in bed. Finally, grinning, he took the glass from her hand and killed it with a single swallow. “Well,” he laughed, shifting in his seat, “I happen to have a hard feeling right now. On the other hand, the last time you said you wouldn’t mind a hard feeling, you tried to put a knife in me.”

Without breaking his gaze from hers, he unholstered his revolver and laid it on the table between them, barrel pointing towards her. “So I’m curious about what sort of hard feeling it is this time?”

 

[Xanaphia]

Light flashed off the steel muzzle of the gun, catching her eyes for a heartbeat before returning her gaze to Yusef. Aurelia didn't hide the shudder that passed through her at his suggestion. Reverent fingers traced the barrel before gripping the pistol.

"Well, if you prefer to bury your hard feelings, perhaps I could help with that," she offered with a smirk. With the gun in hand, Aurelia crawled onto Yusef's lap, and caressed his cheek with the barrel.

HIs stubble scratch her tongue as she ran it up his cheek, before nibbling on his ear. "We both know the danger excites you. Not knowing whether I kill you or kiss you." The gun pressed into his chin now, just as it had early. Shifting, her thighs gripped his hips, just as they had earlier. "But maybe you'd rather wrestle the gun away from me, and take what you want, instead?"

 

[TheCorsair]

“I’m not the only one that gets excited by danger,” Yusef laughed, drawing in her scent with a deep breath. She smelled of something floral, and of the gunmetal against his chin, and of arousal. “I still remember that alley in Baghdad.”

“But maybe you'd rather wrestle the gun away from me,” she murmured, her breath warm against his ear, “and take what you want, instead?"

He grinned at that. “Perhaps I would,” he agreed. “Or perhaps not. I didn’t load it, after all.” He watched her gaze flicker towards the revolver, and his hands moved in that instant of distraction. One clamped around her wrist and dragged it to the side, while the other twisted the loaded revolver from her grip.

He used the reacquired weapon to push her back against the table, cool barrel pressing into the valley of her breasts. “Take what I want?” he breathed, gaze dark and hungry as he drank her in. “I think you’re going to give me what I want.”

The muzzle dragged over her skin, barrel hooking the silk of her bra. “Take it off,” he ordered, easing the hammer back on the revolver. “Slowly. I want to enjoy this.”

 

[Xanaphia]

"Slowly," Aurelia agreed holding his gaze with a dark determination. "Wouldn't want you to go off half cocked." Her breath hitched as the cool steel of the muzzle caressed her breast, sliding in under the silk cup of her bra. Still, she took the hint, working her straps down off her shoulders. More smooth skin revealed now, hinting at the dark areolas and perky nipples that still lie hidden within.

The click of the hammer was soft, but it triggered a triphammer rhythm of her heart. Arousal and terror mingled in her wide eyes and parted lips, wondering just how far Yusef was willing to take this. Mostly, she could count on his own sense of self preservation. He was too smart to think he could make it off this boat alive if anything happened to her. And maybe -just maybe- he was as hesitant about killing her and she was about him.

Maybe.

Instead of cowering in her fear, she embraced it, leaning into the gun as she reached back to unhook her bra. The silk garment fell away from her body, leaving her utterly exposed before Yusef, utterly vulnerable. Still, she pushed forward, breasts pressed against the barrel of the gun. Squeezed together now, in a ghoulish parody of a titty fuck. Aurelia made a performance of extending her tongue, as if to lick the cock that would have rested between her breasts were the gun not there, before licking her lips. Drawing Yusef's eyes back to her face as she continued moving along his revolver.

Writhing hypnotically, Aurelia swooped in close, teasing the temptation of a kiss before pulling away. Her lips hovered over his, breath tickling his face. Her tongue darted out against, tasting his mouth, but retreating before he could take it into his mouth. Close now, their bodies touching, separated solely by the cool steel of the gun, she pursued him again, this time capturing his mouth in a kiss. And as she did, so did her fingers tighten over the grip and broke his hold over the revolver.

"Now, now..." she breathed, nipping at his lips before he could pull away, "What should I demand of you?" She leaned back on the table, stretching her lithe figure to great effect, and trained the gun back on him. "On your knees, between my thighs. It seems I still have my panties on."

 

[TheCorsair]

Yusef was rigidly, painfully hard. And the barrel of the revolver aimed at his forehead did nothing to change that. Hells, if he was honest, it actually made him harder. “It seems you do indeed,” he agreed, not attempting to hide the hungry way he was staring at her. “I have been neglectful.”

Leaning forward slightly he filled his hands with the smooth globes of her ass, squeezing a little. A soft grunt escaped his lips as he lifted and pushed, sliding her fully onto the table. His fingers hooked in her waistband as he slid to his knees, and his lips followed the silk over her skin as he pulled them lower.

“They still aren’t off,” he murmured, letting his warm breath play over the glistening lips of her pussy. His tongue traced the outline of her sex as he gripped the fabric. There was a shriek of tearing fabric, and he tossed the lacy rag over one shoulder. “But see,” he added, hands playing over one smooth thigh, “I am quite skilled at overcoming all obstacles.”

His lips and teeth explored her inner thigh, alternating kissed and bites as he worked his way up her. Two fingers opened her sex, his thumb lightly caressing her clit, teeth nipping at her inner thigh with each motion. His other hand slid over her belly and upwards, palming one heavy breast. Then his tongue dragged over her, tasting her lust with a single long, slow strike.

As she arched her back he caught her wrist, then tore the revolver from her grip. “You owe me still,” he murmured, dragging the barrel down her stomach as his tongue caressed her slit again. “How should I claim my prize?”

He let the barrel lay across her lips, pressing cold and hard against her clit as his teeth nipped a red mark on her inner thigh. “Why don’t you tell me how I should use you?”

 

[Xanaphia]

The steel barrel chilled her as it trailed down her bare skin, and yet shocked her still as Yusef teased her engorged clit. Not that it remained cold for long, not as he pressed it against her dripping cunt. It would have been easy to lie there, to let him do anything he wanted to her. Tempting, too. But well, she didn’t want to be that easy. Not this time.

“Madly,” Aurelia exhaled, hardly able to hear herself over her own heaving breaths. “Utterly consumed by your lust until you’ve consumed me as well. Fuck me like you’re not going to live to tell the tale.” Her feet nudged him, urging him back onto the couch, and she pursued him with all the hunger of a predator. Her nude body slid against him as she crawled up his figure, eyes never leaving his/ Her lust left moist smears on his slacks as she sat astride him. Gripping his wrist with both hands, she didn’t fight for control of the gun. She merely brought it to her mouth, and licked her honey from the muzzle.

The taste pf gunmetal didn’t pair well with the musk of her lust. Not nearly as well as his lips would have. But she wanted him burning for her, as deeply as she burned for him. And based on the way his cock prodded her from within his pants, he was close.

Sharpened nails traced his abs, his familiar scars and the new ones, before slowly lifting his shirt up. Once it cleared his head, the gun got in the way, preventing him from easily freeing his arms. Once his hands were trapped in the shirt, she struck, striking him with a chop at his elbows and tearing the revolver from his grip as he moved to defend himself. Before he was even free of his shirt, the barrel of his gun pressed into his chest, warmed by the heat of her sex and tongue. Unyielding, in comparison to the soft flesh of her breasts molding to him.

“Fuck me, Yusef,” she moaned, grinding herself on his erection. Pulling back the hammer of the revolver, she hummed into her closed mouth. “Fuck me like your life depends on it.”

 

[TheCorsair]

“Fuck me, Yusef,” she moaned, grinding herself on his erection. There was a shockingly loud click of the hammer as she kissed him, letting him taste gunmetal and her lust. “Fuck me like your life depends on it.”

Fuck, he couldn’t decide what was hottest. The naked woman straddling him, demanding he fuck her? The feel of her soft breasts and the hard metal of the gun against his chest? Or just the hunger in her voice? Then he shrugged. It was all good, wasn’t it. She had always been a wild lay.

The nails of her free hand dug into his shoulders as he lifted her and laid her back on the table. She leaned back, the barrel of the revolver still pressed into his chest as he slid his hands over her thighs and onto his stomach, unhooking his belt and opening his trousers. A sigh escaped him as his erection escaped confinement, and he sighed again as he stroked it over her dripping sex. “Like my life depends on it?” he repeated, gripping his length with one hand, caressing her folds with his hot, velvet head. “And ow does one fuck like his life depends on it?”

He watched her lick her lips, then utter a soft gasp as he stroked his head over her clit. Then he pushed forward, letting just a few inches fill her before his hand stopped the motion. “Like this,” he husked, trembling with the effort of not simply driving into her. “Maddeningly slow, tormenting you by degrees?”

He watched her hungrily, studying the mounting need in her expression. And then he gripped her hips and rammed forward, driving his cock to the hilt in her slick depths. “But I think I should just take you,” he declared, fingers digging into her flesh as the table bounced with the force of his next thrust. “Take uou, And make you scream for me.”

 

[Xanaphia]

Somehow, Yusef managed to catch Aurelia off guard. An impressive feat, while she had a gun on him. Her back arched as he thrust into her, captive to his strokes and put off guard by his momentum. Had he wished it, Yusef easily could have reclaimed the gun in that moment. They both knew it. But, well, she supposed it would have been impossible to keep his grip on her hip with the gun in his hand.

She didn’t deny the howl exploded from her lungs as Yusef claimed her, didn’t bother holding it back. Her entire body bent to his will, responding to him and craving more. Each movement jostled her breasts, yielding and untamed. The tabled beneath her thudded, a percussive echo to his demanding tempo. And her cries left no doubt how much she loved it. But it was still too soon to surrender.

Aurelia pulled him into her with her strong legs, taking his cock to the hilt and grinding her clit against his pubic bone. “Make me take it, then,” she challenged in a huff, a gasp. A mad grin curled on her lips taunting and begging all at once, “Make me take all this thick cock.” She relented, releasing him just a bit, just an inch or two, before capturing him again, fucking herself on his dick. Savoring the slick friction of quick strokes, and setting a pace that ignited her ecstasy.

 

[TheCorsair]

Yusef’s nails raked up her flanks and along her ribs as he rolled his hips, driving his meat into her with a rhythmic, rolling motion. “Oh, I will,” he told her, cupping her breasts. He pinched and tugged her nipples, drawing a gasp from her lips before lowering his mouth to one peak. “Every. Single. Inch.” His tongue teased heated, erect flesh. “And my cum, hot in you, dripping down your thigh.”

His teeth scraped the nipple, and then his tongue aressed the abrasion. As Aurelia gasped his hands moved, catching her wrists and pinning them to the table above her head. The metal of the revolver thunked fully on the wood, a hard counterpoint to her gasp of pleasure.

He moved harder, faster, his cock a heated piston against her slick inner walls. “I’m going to fuck my cum into you, Onyx Queen,” he declared, straining to hold her wrists in place - particularly the arm holding his revolver. “. Hard and deep, until you beg me to cum.”

 

[Xanaphia]

"I don't beg - I demand!" Aurelia snarled, before gasping again when he thrust deep into her again. The way he held her wrists forced them close together, his chest rubbing against hers as he worked in her. Hovering just above her, his face was close enough she could capture his lips, if she strained. He slammed her wrist onto the table again, and she cried her frustration into his mouth.

Their changed position made it difficult to fuck up onto Yusef, but Aurelia didn't waver. Just met his hips with hers, matching and challenging his movements and momentum. Her heels dug into his ass as she demanded more of him, claimed more of him, offered more of herself. Offered all of herself, to his hands, to his mouth, to his thick, swollen cock. "Fuck me," she rasped, words made harsh by his demanding strokes. "Fuck your cum into me.

Once more, the gun came inches off the table, before he forced it back down again, driving all of his weight into his grip and his thrusts. "Shoot it into me, onto to me. Fill me with your cum. Your queen commnds it.".

 

[TheCorsair]

“Commands?” Yusef croaked out, lip curling in a sneer. His biceps flexed as he forced her wrist back onto the table, and then he slammed into her as hard as he could. “I’m not... not... one of... of your... subjects!” His hand tightened on her wrist with bruising force as he thrust himself into her again. “And I’m... I’m... fucking... you..!”

Was it the sight of her body arching in pleasure beneath him? The silken grip of her walls on his aching meat? The feel of her struggle to free her gun hand from his iron grip? Or the way she managed to sound haughty and defiant even as he fucked her? Whatever it was he slammed into her one last time, cum erupting from him as he roared his pleasure. The sound echoed from the bare walls, mingled with his harsh gasps and her cries.

“Not... not bad...” he grinned, his cock still lazily pulsing within her. He shifted, slipping from her depths. “You... always were.., a good fuck.” With those words he climbed onto the table, straddling her hips. Carefully he scooted up her body until his cock, still glistening with their mingled lust, lay between her breasts.

“Clean it,” he demanded, smearing his head over her lips. “Get me hard.” He grinned down at her. “You did command me to shoot my cum over your skin, after all...”

 

[Xanaphia]

“You... always were.., a good fuck.”

“A good fuck?” Aurelia snickered. “As much as you just came in me, we both know I’m more than just a good fuck.” She gripped him once more as he tried to pull away, milking the last few drops of his pleasure. The grin on her face matched the grin on his, but as she strained up to reach his face for a kiss he pulled away. Upwards, mostly while he shifted over her, until he climbed a top of her.

“Clean it,” he demanded, smearing his head over her lips. “Get me hard.” He grinned down at her. “You did command me to shoot my cum over your skin, after all...”

“You’ve decided to obey me? To subject yourself to my will?” She allowed herself a laugh, but it was difficult to manage with his weight on her chest. Fuck he tasted good. They tasted good, mingled together on his cock. Aurelia moaned as she stretched, running her tongue from the underside of his head over the tip. Another lingering drop cum clung to his opening, until she lapped it up.

His grip on her wrists loosened, allowing her a great range of movement, allowed her to swallow his sticky head. Saliva laved over his skin and down his shaft, and she worked herself up and down his cock. Her breasts bounced with the motion, caressing his stiffening cock and smacking his thighs.

 

[TheCorsair]

“You’ve decided to obey me?” She taunted, voice breathy from his weight on her chest. “To subject yourself to my will?”

“Think what you want,” he laughed, leaning forward to pin her wrists against the table. “But it looks like I’m the one fucking you.” He cnsidered saying more, taunting her, but his voice died in his throat as her tongue caressed his sensitive head. Then he threw his head back and moaned, which gave her more room to wrap her lips around his head.”

“Allah il Allah,” he breathed as she duchess him. As she moved beneath him, her breasts massaging his length. “That’s it.” As he groaned again he filled his hands with her breasts, squeezing them around his shaft. “I should fuck my cum into your mouth. Cover your tits with my cum.”

His thumbs circled her nipples and he rocked his hips, pushing more of his meat into her mouth. “Suck me. Show me how much you want to wear my cum.”

 

[Xanaphia]

Aurelia considered introducing some teeth to this blow job, reminding Yusef that being on top didn't put him in control, but she held back. Mostly because he couldn't talk his shit with her lips wrapped his dick, could only moan and praise to his god. But with his hands on her tits, she echoed back his moans, humming down the length of thick cock. Nipples ached as he teased them, and she craved more of him. Hungered more for more, sucking more of his swollen shaft.

When she couldn't swallow any more of Yusef's length, Aurelia focused on licking him, tracing the thick bulge along the underside back up to the tip of his head. Using her firm yet flexible muscle to caress his bulbous head, then tickling the tip to savor the precum that seeped out.

She might have been trapped under his weight, but her hands were free. Both hands. The free hand explored his strong, muscled arms nails digging into his biceps and she writthed to suck more cock. The gun trailed along his firm chest, until it pointed to his heart. Reclaiming her power, and reasserting her command to fuck her like his life depended on it.

 

[TheCorsair]

In the moment, he wasn't sure what was turning him on more: Aurelia's skilled lips and tongue on his cock, or the feel of the cold metal of the pistol pressing against his sternum. "It's like that, is it?" he laughed, filling his hands with her breasts. "Bound and determined to be in charge, just like always." He pressed them together, forming a pillowy tunnel for his meat, then began rocking his hips. The sight of her licking and sucking him as he emerged from between her breasts encouraged him, drove him to fuck harder. "it's what you wanted, isn't it? Me going hard at you, making you ache for me."

He sighed, closing his eyes as he felt his meat throb in time with his pulse and the sweet suction of her lips. "You were always," he groaned, "such a good fuck." Fingers tightened on her nipples as he drove himself harder against her chest. "A goddamn good fuck. And you... you're gonna look good, covered with my cum." He squeezed her breasts harder, his nails digging into her coffee-colored skin. "Gonna be hot, watching me drip down your tits. Maybe... maybe we should get that redhead of yours in here. Get her to clean you off."

With a sudden motion he shifted, climbing off her with a smooth economy of motion and tearing the pistol from her grip. "But right now?" he growled, aiming at her head as he slid to the ground. "I want you bent over the table. I'm going to mount you,, and you're going to beg for it."