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The Plunder of War (BennyQ/Alexandria94)

Adalind's body was nearly convulsing in pleasure as Zeno's tongue ran up and down between her thighs, nearly driving her insane. She wasn't a fan of the shackles, but as he suspected there was no real complaint about them and she knew him. Knew that he always had to be in control. She was honestly surprised that he had allowed for her to ride him, though she knew that in under a second he could have taken back control should he have wanted to. When he stopped a whimper came from her, it caused her to blush hard. She hated this situation, might even hate the man but she didn't hate the way he made her body feel when he touched her.

Instantly her hips came off of the bed in search of his mouth. Allowing pleasure to talk for her, she immediately said what he wanted to hear. "Please Master!" Her voice was filled with need, but she wanted it so badly that she was pulling on the shackles holding her to the bed. She even tried to close her legs and cause friction that way.
 
"That is much better!" Zeno laughed, slapping one of her breasts playfully. He returned between her thighs and began working her, tasting her sweet juices on his lips again. This time he played lightly, working only her opening with strong, skilled tongue strokes. He felt her buckle and squirm under his hands, and he knew she cummed when her juices exploded even stronger onto his tongue. He didn't stop then, but worked furiously for several more moments. He knew she was enjoying it, the way she had immediately replied to his demand. They were still master and pet for now, but Zeno imagined them saying Zeno and Adalind to each other one day.

Finally, he withdrew from her pussy, licking his lips with satisfaction. She was dripping wet now, and he traced a finger along one of the wet streaks of her juices that flowed down from her cunny. He moved up and began kissing Adalind, letting her taste her own juices. Then he knelt over her, knees beside her breasts, and he held a hand on her head, lightly holding her hair. "Tell me, pet, would you like master's cock in your mouth?"
 
Adalind didn't care for it much when he laughed and slapped her breasts. She knew it was just playful but it hurt her, though she didn't care much after his mouth returned to her. She instantly arched, reacting to him. He knew every part of her body and exactly how to work it to make her moan the loudest. She could feel her hips working back and forth over his mouth, unable to stop herself from doing it. When he worked so furiously with her, eventually her moans turned into small cries. Her body seemed to be on overload and when he made her cum she screamed out his name, not able to hold back.

Breathing heavily she looked up at him, small whimpers of pleasure coming from her body as she continued to lightly spasm around his finger. When he kissed her she eagerly kissed him back, not paying any attention to the way she tasted. All she could feel was him and that was all she wished to feel. She watched as he pulled back and she looked at his impressive cock as he asked her the question. Without hesitation she answered him. "Yes Master, please."
 
Zeno couldn't believe his ears at her sudden capitulation to his every demand. With a smile, he moved his cock towards her mouth and gently pushed it against her lips. When he was inside, he began with slow, simple movements of his hips. Enjoying her welcoming mouth, he traced a head to her hair, and curling a handful of the brown waves, he began moving her head in rhythm with himself. "Very good my pet." He said to her, between breaths and sharp sighs of pleasure, "but remember to call me master even when you do cum. Or else I'll have to punish you." Thrust faster and deeper now, he leaned closer to her face, as far as he could go, "And you know how much I don't want to have to do that." With a reassuring smile he leaned back again and slowed his thrusts to a more gentle pace. He released her head of hair and in fact, he stroked it back a bit.

Abruptly, he pulled out of her mouth, and flopping beside her quickly in an upright position, he pulled her over to come suck on his cock on top. Using his left hand to hold her head over his dick while she sucked, he ran his right hand down her back and towards her ass, feeling the soft skin between her cheeks. He continued to fondle her, squeezing and slapping her ass at intervals. His head was jerked back with immense pleasure, and grunts of pleasure escaped his mouth every now and then. Adalind. He wanted to say, but he couldn't form the words. Adalind. Adalind. Adalind. Her name floated in his head in circles. His hand traced down her butt towards her wet pussy, and he began fingering her there rigorously yet again. He was nearing his own climax, and when he did, his back arched up sharply, thrust his cock deeper into her while he held her head down with his hand. Between his sighs and grunts of pleasure as his body convulsed with the powerful orgasm, the only other sound could be the wet thumping of his two fingers thrusting in and out of her pussy.
 
Adalind watched as the smile formed on his face. She liked it there and wondered how she could keep it there in the morning when he could turn back into the cruel Zeno. She knew she was only being so compliant because he was being nice to her. As his cock slid past her lips she eagerly started to twirl her tongue around it, savoring the taste of his precum. She heard him as he talked about calling him master, and she could understand where he was coming from but also knew that she more that likely would only do it when he was drunk. She listened to him as she sucked on him and it made between her legs tingle. She liked drawing those sounds from him, it made her feel like she had some kind of power over him, though it was minimal.

When he pulled out quickly she gasped and let him easily pull her over to him. She could feel his hand on her head and she liked it there, it was so gentle and even though she knew she controlled most of what happened to his cock, she found it oddly reassuring. She felt his hand run down her back and it made her body shiver in anticipation of where she knew it was headed. Each little movement from him on her only caused her to want to make him cum more. She started to move her head back and forth more, taking his cock deeper into her throat each time. She could easily feel it throbbing and when he started to finger her again she started to moan around it. Knowing it caused vibration she let herself moan as much as he was making her. Her tongue was moving around under his cock and all she wanted was to massage his balls with her hands. With the position she was in she could feel herself trying to lightly pull on the shackles because while she was giving him pleasure she needed to touch him.
When he came inside her mouth she moaned once more, swallowing all he was willing to give to her. She loved the way it tasted, loved the way he moved. Once he was done she didn't move her head away, but waited until he did it, as her hips were slowly rolling over his fingers again.
 
Zeno remained as he was, panting heavily with the intense emotion of his orgasm, and his fingers kept moving in and out of Adalind's pussy. He couldn't think for the moment, his mind completely wiped, and his free rubbed small circles on the back of her head, curling her hair into little bunches around his fingers. He assumed she was going to remove her head now that he was finished but she remained still, tongue still teasing his highly diminished cock as it shrank. He kept thrusting in and out of her as well. After a short moments he ceased and pulling her hair and head lightly he removed her mouth from his dick, a stretch of liquid trailing from the tip to her mouth. He slapped her ass and brought her to lean her head against his chest, her body next to his.

His head wobbled and his eyes felt sleepy. Performing decently while drunk was one thing, but staying awake after an intense orgasm was on another level. When he did open his eyes, they still wobbled and swam, and every time they passed over Adalind he felt a strange tingling in his stomach. She was different, yes. A pet still, but no longer an unwilling one he hoped, and prayed she would continually act like this without the need for a remainder. She had a spirit and passion that made her ferocious during sex and he didn't want to have to break that out of her. With slurred words and a smile, he told her, "G-get me-e a dr-rink. And o-one for your-s-self too." He mumbled.
 
Adalind waited patiently for him to remove his cock from her mouth, she was in no hurry to get rid of him while he was in this drunken passion. She liked it much better than she ever liked him sober. She occasionally she would look up to him, saw the pleasure clearly plastered on his face and she took small pride in knowing that she put it there. When he finally did pull out she jumped lightly when he slapped her ass. But when he brought her to lay her head on his chest she smiled, a genuine smile, and listened to his heartbeat the way she had the first night she was there. It was so steady and strong, and oddly found it comforting always, even if she didn't always the man in which it belonged.

Taking a few deep breaths to try and calm her on edge nerves she looked at him. She wondered why he couldn't act like this all the time. She hoped that in time he maybe could, hoped she wouldn't end up like the woman before her, just thrown to the men. The thought made her shutter with disgust because she had seen what those men were capable of and she had no desire to be their desire. She couldn't help but smile when he told her to get them drinks. Slowly she got out of the bed on shaky legs and got them the wine. She brought it back with her and curled back up to his side, careful not to spill any.
 
Zeno snatched his glass from her hand, spilling a little of the red liquid onto his lap. He didn't care, and he gulped down a large amount before letting out a deep sigh as he relished the taste. He pulled her close and held an arm around her waist, holding her tight to his body. "Wh-here did you l-learn to f-fuck so good?" He stuttered out, muttering into his cup. He was enjoying her very much, her pretty blue eyes and wavy brown hair. It all seemed to stand out in such great detail. His eyes couldn't help but bore on hers, and he resolved to take her with such vigor every night. His hand came up and squeezed one of her nipples playfully.

"Tell m-me what you enjoyed m-most about your m-master's cock." He said to her, face running up and down her neck and to her ear, planting kisses all along the way. She was so smooth, so gentle to the touch. His hand came down to her thigh and groped it firmly.
 
After she had crawled into the bed Adalind smiled when he spilled some of this wine. It was clear to her that he was still very drunk and she liked that, it meant they would have a nice night together; it was the morning she was truly worried about. As he asked her questions she couldn't concentrate, his touches made her head swim in circles. Slowly her hand that wasn't holding the glass came up and lightly fisted in his hair when he kissed down her throat, causing shivers in her body.

"To be honest, I didn't know I could fuck so well, it probably has something to do with you being nice, it allows me to let my passions flow. As for your cock, my favorite thing about it is using it to draw delicious sounds from the man in which is belongs." She could feel goosebumps raise where his hand was on her thigh.
 
"R-really?" Zeno laughed, looking at her, "I thou-ought you liked i-it be-because of t-the delicious sounds you made." And taking a sip of his wine, he began to mockingly make female moaning noises, trying to sound like Adalind. After a moment he burst out laughing and poked Adalind in her side to provoke a reaction out of her. With a final gulp he drained his glass and casually flung it to the side, crashing to the floorboards with a loud clang. He then snatched up her glass and downed that as well, flinging it away in the same manner. He grabbed the silk blankets at their feet and brought it up, pulling Adalind in close to him as if she was a doll, and wrapped them up warmly. In an instant he was asleep, a strong arm under her body and on her back to keep her tightly pressed against him while he other was down her thigh, bringing it over his legs. In a moment his snores came steadily and he slept.

Zeno awoke several times during the night, the first few in a drunken stupor and the final ones in a ear splitting headache. The room was still dark which helped, but Adalind pressed against his body was making him warmer and causing him to sweat, causing his misery to be even worse. Detaching from her roughly, he pulled away and rolled over onto his other side, relishing the cold feel of the untouched pillow and side of the bed. He fell back asleep for another few hours until the early morning rays of the sun began to peep in. Routinely he awoke, drunk or sober, and he rose out of bed and got quickly dressed. He poured himself another glass, water this time, and drained the glass as he turned to look back at the sleeping form of Adalind. He somewhat remembered the events of the previous night, and he knew that she had been good, but he was still deciding whether he should lock her up or risk another iron rod to the arm.
 
Adalind scoffed at Zeno when he started to mock her after drinking his wine. It made her blush horribly and she actually found herself laughing. At first it was an awkward, foreign sound; she couldn't remember the last time she had laughed like she was at that moment. She allowed for herself to loosen up, and just joke around with him. When she went into to drink some of her wine and laughed again when he took her glass. Of course she had tried reaching for it, but it was already across the room before she even made any kind of dent. She kept blushing when he pulled her in to cuddle, but she wasn't going to complain. When he acted like this she felt safe in his arms. After he quickly fell asleep she traced the muscles on his arms and put her head to his chest to listen to his heartbeat. Something about it soothed her and she quickly fell asleep next to him.

Surprisingly, Adalind didn't wake up any during the night, except for the time he roughly pulled away from her. It had hurt her feelings but she hoped that it was because he was getting too hot and that was the only reason. Since she had been so sleepy she easily and quickly went back to sleep. In her sleep she turned toward his back, and when he got out of bed that morning she wrapped herself around his pillow subconsciously. It didn't take long for her body to notice his absence and woke itself up. She looked up to him with groggy eyes, and slight smile on her face. She knew it would stay there until he acted cruel towards her. "Morning." She lightly told him.
 
Zeno watched as she woke up, not used to the early morning hours, and smiled. He would get her used to it then and it would guarantee her staying in bed for a while in future days. Quickly he walked up to the bedside and leaned over to her, taking her head in his hands and kissing her on the lips. As he kissed her, tongue entering into her mouth, and ran a hand down her side. He gave both her breasts a quick massage before placing his hand on her hip. He pulled away from the kiss and looked at her. "Mornin' sleepyhead." He kissed her again and this time his hand moved to between her legs and he began to rub the opening of her pussy.

Pulling away from the kiss again, he gently pushed her onto her back and leaned over her as he began to rub her clit very quickly. He inserted a single finger into her when she was a little bit more moisten, and gently thrust it in and out, keeping his pace slow to help her with the early morning pleasure. He leaned in again while she was reacting to his touch, and kissed at both of her breasts playfully, helping her move along to orgasm. However, he abruptly stopped before she could climax, and pulled his hand and mouth away from her body. He got onto the bed on his knees, lifting his shirt up a bit and pulling his pants down so that his morning hardness stuck out towards her face. "Suck your master's cock good and I'll finish." He said with an evil smile, looking down at her with excited eyes.
 
Adalind wasn't sure if Zeno would be nice or not, and when he came over to her she was cautious at first, carefully watching him. Although when he bent to kiss her she smiled into the kiss and eagerly kissed him back, her tongue sliding to dance with his. When he pulled away and talked to her, it was playful, and she enjoyed it. She wasn't expecting them to do anything so early in the morning but as his hand slid down between her legs, they easily fell open under his touch. When he was gentle it was something she was finding that being compliant was more than easy to do.

Her hips were rolling over his fingers, trying to push her toward the orgasm she so eagerly wanted. She could feel each withdraw his finger made until he pushed it back inside her. It easily made her moan and her breathing was becoming quicker, in shorter gasps; a whimper coming from her when he stopped. As he talked to her and offered her what she knew she could easily take and she did. Almost as soon as the last word was out of his mouth, hers was on him. She licked the tip and slid the head into her mouth, her tongue swirling around it in eager little motions. Only a few seconds had passed but she already had his massive cock completely inside of her mouth and down her throat, her head bobbing back and forth over it.
 
Zeno let out a gasp of surprise and pleasure when Adalind instantly took his cock in her mouth. Without any more hesitation, he began to rework her moist pussy with renewed vigor. Her orgasm was near and he didn't stop even when she did cum. He didn't rock his hips at first with her sucking, content to let her do all the work. Her brown hair flew with her motions and he ran a hand through her hair, relishing the silkiness and softness to his touch. He wanted to give her another bath but supplies for that luxury was low. It had been his favorite moment with her so far, to enjoy and explore every nook and curve of her beautiful body. He wanted to recapture that moment and relive it forever.

He reached his climax quickly, aided by his constant thinking of Adalind. When he cummed, his jerked back with sharp sighs and grunts of pleasure, and only silently did the word, "Adalind" escape his lips. He held a hand on the back of her head, keeping her forced up against his cock which was still deep inside her mouth. He had ejaculated his seed deep inside her and could feel his cock convulsing as more seed was expelled. After a few moments did he withdraw, and he ran a hand through her hair as he brought her face to look up at his. "Well you be good little pet or do I have to lock you up until I return?" He said to her, not wanting her to think that he gone soft. He hoped that she hadn't heard him say her name either.
 
As Adalind took his cock inside of her mouth and throat time after time she moaned loudly, vibrating his cock as his fingers worked her. He knew exactly where to hit her at and it all but made her melt at his fingertips. She could feel her thighs twitching and as orgasm hit her hard she cried out around his cock. Even the little spasms made her body shutter and she could feel herself slowly coming around to look forward to his touch. She knew she would never admit it, given asked, but she knew that the blush her face would adorn would surely give her away. Her body shivered at the thought of his gentle caresses, and she was glad it could easily be mistaken as a sign of pleasure.

When he came in her mouth, Adalind nearly came again. The way he sounded and reacted to her touches was something she would never get used to, to her it was sexy. She thought she heard him say her name, but she wasn't sure; it could easily be mistaken as a thought her mind plays on her from the ecstasy around it. She easily swallowed all he would give to her and after he withdrew from her mouth she dipped her head and cleaned him off. She had no problem being compliant, when he was kind to her and showed her respect. She didn't think it was that much to ask for and she hoped he stayed that way. A small smile was on her face when he looked down upon her and asked a question. "I will be good." Her voice easily raspy from the passions they had just shared.
 
Zeno eyed Adalind warily, not entirely sure he could trust her to stay still or occupied and not go rummaging through his stuff. He looked intently at the collar and chain that still hung from one of the bedside poles before looking back at her. "You better be good," he warned, "or I will fuck you with that iron rod." He turned around and strode out of the room, putting on his pirate hat and adjusting his belt before exiting the room. Immediately after the door was closed, his voice could be heard shouting, "You lazy, whore spawn sons of bitches! You weren't hired to sit on your asses all day and be rum soaked idiots! Get that fucking mast put up before I use your balls as paperweights! Move it!" Despite the violent nature of his words, his voice seemed to have an uncharacteristic cheerfulness to them, and many of his men smiled bitterly at the abuse as they worked. For many hours Zeno didn't return, except once when he quickly strode into the room and out, retrieving a piece of paper and leaving without a word or glance to Adalind but he did place a bowl of fruits on the table. He didn't return again until after dinner time.

He stumbled in just as the sun was about to set, having accumulated a strong buzz from drinking heavily the past few hours. At first he walked unsteadily but once he was a few steps inside the room, he halted in an attempt to get his bearings. Confident, he looked at Adalind with bare naked lust in his eyes before he stumbled several steps sideways and collapsed on the ground. He let out a groan of pain mixed with a laugh at his clumsiness before he started to doze off. A few moments later he roused himself and stood, and began mumbling curses as he moved towards his desk, "F-fucking useless fuck-fucking cannons. Al-always breaking d-down." He finally sat down and lifted his pen, forgetting to dip it in ink as he began to write on a piece of paper. "I m-mean, w-who the fuck gets the gun-gun-gunpowder w-wet?" Zeno finally realized he wasn't writing anything and cursed again, throwing his pen down on the table and standing up. He stood up to fast and closed his eyes sharply as his head began to spin and dip. After a moment he opened them, and stumbled to the bed he fell face forward into the soft blanket, letting out a drunken groan. "Ada..." he mumbled, turning over to lay on his back, "Adali....n-now where is that f-fucking w-woman?"
 
Adalind hoped he would show her just this one small thing, that he would trust her to be by herself. When he granted this she smiled at him, and even though he threatened her with the iron rod, she bit her lip and watched him leave. She heard him screaming at his men and a chuckle found it's way through her. She wondered what it was like to control a ship as big as this one. She knew that his roughness had probably been enhanced from this, but a part of her hoped to change it, to make him happier. She noticed the way he was around her now compared to a couple of days ago. She knew that if he needed to be, he would be cruel again but she had no plans of letting that happen. The thoughts of cruelty lead her thoughts to the brand on her side. Looking down at it, she saw that it was now on it's way to healing, and that made her glad. If an infection was to get in it, she feared for her life, healer or not.

Thought after thought rammed through her mind while Zeno was out, she wasn't sure what to do to pass the time but when he came in, with food she nearly fainted at the sight. It had been so long since she had had food that she had nearly gasped when her stomach growled; thankful he paid no attention to her while he was in the room. After he left she slowly got out of the bed and walked over to it, afraid someone would snatch something so good away from her. Smiling down at the food she ate the entire bowl, satisfied at the full feeling in her stomach. It only took her a few seconds and when she was finished she placed the bowl back and set about in search of ointment for her side. After a bit of looking she found what she was looking for and rubbed a little into her skin. It stung, but because of it, the scar would be smooth after it healed.

Once that was over, she had no idea what to do and eating so much had caused her to become sleepy, so she went to the bed, laid down, and quickly fell back to sleep. She slept soundly, without interruption, until a drunk Zeno came in. She had to bite her lip to stifle a laugh as she watched him, until he fell into bed beside of her. It made her insides nearly melt when he called out for her, it might not have been in the most polite of ways, but he still wanted her beside him. "I'm here." She told him in a low voice as she curled up to his side, her head on his chest.
 
Zeno felt Adalind lay her head across his chest and he ran a hand along her body, surprised to find her naked. He could remember very little at the moment and he lustfully ran a hand over her thighs. He moved between her legs and felt at the cunny there, rubbing the opening a little with his finger. Almost quickly, he withdrew. "G-go and get m-me some water." He ordered suddenly, giving her ass a firm slap. As she departed, he drunkenly took off his clothing, mumbling about how hot it was today. His shirt was sweaty and clung to his body and underneath his muscles glistened. He took off his pants and undergarments and sat naked on the bed.

His head tilted forward slightly, a drunken smile appearing on his face as thoughts raced through his mind. Drunken fantasy after fantasy, of him and this beautiful girl that was his captive. Or was he hers? He smiled at the irony of how he had become so attached to this blue eyed, brown hair woman when he had nothing but painful designs of her. When she returned, he snatched the glass from her and drained it down. He then grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer, speaking directly into her ear, "You did-didn't fuck w-with any-t-thing did you?" He asked gruffly, his breath stinking of wine.
 
The hand running down her side gave her shivers and goosebumps. No matter what he did when he was gentle the touch set fire on her skin. Adalind looked up at him and when his hand traveled between her legs she gasped and her legs nearly instantly opened wider for him. She wanted his finger to stay there, to make her want him so when he pulled away she whimpered. As he ordered her and slapped her ass she jumped slightly, but did as she was told. She slowly walked to the water, got a glass and walked back with it, to hand it to him. She really wasn't sure what to do but she handed him the glass.

She watched him as he drank the glass but when she was pulled down to him she gasped louder, an 'oof' noise coming from her. The awkward positioning from him sitting on the bed caused her to sit down cross ways on his lap. "No, I didn't, I swear" She told him and she prayed that he would believe her. Just sitting like this caused her to feel the strength in his hard muscles, she felt oddly like she was about to tilt backwards, so with the arm he wasn't holding she touched behind his head so she could hold on better.
 
Zeno stared long and hard at Adalind, not because he didn’t believe her words but because he was still trying to focus his vision. The water had helped a little to alert his senses and now he was more aware of the female infront of him. She had remained naked the entire time he kept her in his room and didn’t bother to cover herself up, showing Zeno that she understood the role she was to play. With a slow smile, he brought both his hands to her sides, holding her in his lap. He began to shift forward the leg she was sitting on, letting his rough muscles slid up and down her bare pussy. “No, I didn’t, I swear.” He repeated, suddenly stopping his movement. He moved a hand to where he had branded her and traced the outline of the scarred flesh.

“No master. I didn’t master. I swear, master.” Zeno corrected her, trying to sound angry, but the words were heavily slurred due to his condition. He had to make good on the punishment if he wanted Adalind to address him properly. “R-ride your master’s cock a-and beg t-to be f-fucked.” He stuttered out, moving his hands to underneath her armpits and using his raw strength to lift her up to a standing position. Zeno undid his cape and quickly tore his shirt and pants off, his actions clumsy and wild. Now fully naked like her, he sat back down on the edge of the bed and drew her closer again, waiting for her to follow his command.
 
Adalind had hoped that from the way he held her close to him and the way his thigh slid underneath her pussy that he was going to be sweet to her. When he wanted to seduce her, it wasn't a hard thing to do, he could tell she was attracted to him. The friction between her legs almost delicious in a way, the taste something she craved yet something that could almost revolt her. She focused on his hands as they traveled on her body, but when they traced her flesh she hissed a little. While it was nearly healed it wasn't completely and it caused her body to lock up on itself.

When he corrected her she lowered her eyes, she didn't want him to be her Master, so she ignored it; hoped he would forget about it. She wanted them to have some kind of a working relationship, though it was probably a little messed up considering the circumstances. She wanted to relax with him, but when he pulled her up and he stripped she watched him. Watched the way his muscles moved and rippled underneath his taut skin, a part of her almost admired the way he could change so quickly, but the other wanted to observe the strange creature she found herself becoming fond of.

She took a deep breath when he pulled her in toward him. She decided then that she would try and seduce him, make him want her, show him that he could have what he wanted but so could she. Slowly she straddled him and kissed him. Her tongue slid out and traced his bottom lip, pushing him back onto the bed. Her mouth ventured down and kissed his jawline and his neck. Her hands slid up his arms and she intertwined their fingers as her teeth slowly started to nibble on the sensitive flesh near his collar bone.
 
Zeno watched with curious eyes as Adalind moved on top of him and suddenly engaged him in a kiss. It was his first real kiss with her, not taken forcibly or non-consensually but with acceptance and pleasure. Her lips seemed to be on his for only a brief seconds before they were torn away, tracing his jaw and neck as he laid back on the bed. His hands were on her sides and they caressed her skin softly and a short gasp of breath and pleasure escaped his lips. “Adalind...” He whispered, before his hands came on her thighs and he yanked her body back up so that their faces were apart, and he kissed her again.

His tongue entered into her mouth, exploring the outer reaches and probing against hers while his hands continued to trace the outline of her body, no doubt giving her flesh goosebumps. Her skin felt soft and cool against his hard, sun-burnt flesh. Their lips seemed to curl and play with each other as their kiss went on, and finally Zeno used his hand to help guide the head of his cock into her slick pussy, firmly pushing it in but without the usual roughness. With one hand on the back of her neck he kept her locked in their kiss as the other hand went down to the same of her back, helping her hips rise up and down smoothing onto his thrusting cock, and soon she was sliding up and down the length with speed.
 
As they went on, touching each other, Adalind also realized that that was their first kiss. She wanted it to last, liked the way it made her heart pound in her chest, but some of her wanted to hold back, to keep from getting hurt. She felt his hands travel on her and the way he whispered her name in need and lust. It made the aching inside of her a real thing, caused it to come alive and she let it free. Her hands travelling from his up to his head, twirling into his hair as she pulled him for another kiss.

She let herself feel the passion that was inevitable, it was delicious and she was ready for anything he was going to give to her. Her body was nearly quivering as his hands played over her, it sent thrills through her, to know that she might have the upper hand for once. Unable to hold it back any longer she bit down on his lower lip lightly and tugged on it as he was sliding himself inside of her. It was easy for her to accept his size, she was wet. She was glad that he was drunk, he wouldn't remember how much she wanted to give to him in bed, but she didn't know how drunk exactly, so a part of him might.
With her hips sliding back and forth, up and down, she rode his cock with actual passion. It felt so good and soon she found herself moaning out his name as her grip on his hair got tighter. She brought him up into a sitting position with her while she continued to ride him like he wanted before. She wanted him to show her that she meant something, just a little, so she brought her forehead to his, hoping that he would kiss her like it was his last.
 
Zeno was breathing sharply when he and Adalind began to establish a rhythm in their love-making, if Zeno could truly call it that. Perhaps it was the wine that made him so attracted to her, for he felt a strange sensation growing in him that was not formed of physical emotion. Whenever he closed his eyes for a few moments or even blinked, he saw only an image of Adalind, not naked but fully clothed in fine dresses and clothings. Her hands were tracing through his hair, curling and grabbing handfuls whenever the passion became very pleasurable to her. She was riding him fully as he sat, her breasts and hard nipples pressed firmly against his chest as she took him in full stride. His hands no longer lustfully groped at her body but instead held firmly on her hips and back in a half-embrace.

He felt her forehead pressed against his and her gasps and moans of pleasure came full-on in his face. His lips seem to work furiously as if they were kissing her, despite being several inches from her own lips, and he was about to plunge in on her mouth if it wasn't for a sharp jerk of pain from his head. He was fucking her hard now, hitting her in just the right spot, and with each stroke she would tighten or clamp down on his hair, though not intentionally. It began quite painfully and so instead of the expected kiss, he let out a "Ow!" and soon laughed at the awkwardness of the situation. But rather than allow a brief interruption of their passionate intercourse, he lifted her up quickly and brought her down on the bed again, this time with Adalind on the bottom and him on the top.

From this vantage point, he was able to drive his hard cock deeper and more intensely into her. One hand traced along a thigh, holding it up beside his own body while his other traced up her slender neck and granted their desire; bringing their lips together in a compassionate kiss that Zeno refused to withdraw from once committed. His tongue worked her mouth as furiously as his cock plunged in and out of her wet pussy, occasionally conjoined in tongue-play or in simple kisses on the lips. Even when he cummed hard and full inside her, he didn't break the kiss, only allowing their bodies to adjust into more comfortable positions as the intense fucking was now over as his cock began to go limp. Again he rolled the both of them over on the bed so that this time she lay on top of his body, his hands on her thighs to keep her face on level with his, and continued the kissing.
 
Adalind continued to let her passion slice through them. It was almost uncontrollable in the way that she wanted to please him and be with him at the same time. She wondered if it was possible, for them, for him to see her as anything other than something he had acquired on a ship they had conquered. She had seen a sweet side of him, wanted that side to stay with her always, but when his other side came out she wanted to do nothing but curl in on herself and make herself invisible to him. She truly had no idea how much pleasure she had been taking from him until he said Ow. She was instantly afraid that she would punished somehow for it, but when he laughed she sighed with relief as he flipped them. She loved how strong he was, could feel it all around her, and she wanted nothing more than to show him.

She gazed up at him as moans filled the air when he fucked her. It was so deep and she could feel him hit a spot within her that she would never be able to reach on her own. It made her quiver at his touches and moan with his movements. It amazed her how in sync their bodies were with each other; as soon as he came so did she. Her arms tightened around neck and behind it, though careful not to make it painful as he once again flipped them. Her body was still having small spasms around his as they continued to kiss, her tongue eagerly dancing with his.

She wanted to keep kissing him, but from the passionate sex and the orgasm she could barely breathe. Pulling back reluctantly she still kept her forehead on his as her fingers combed their way through his hair. Her eyes were closed because she liked this moment and didn't want to leave it.
 
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