Making the Soldier a Captain again (Krystal x Fractured Wickedness)

[Fractured Wickedness]

Bucky would pause to reflect on her words. It made sense. He remembered back to the war. He saw the bonds that were not merely forged with soldiers who suffered together, but that between the soldiers and the nurses. He had remembered more than one soldier proposing to a nurse who had tended to him through the rough times. That experience that they endured together. Whereas he initially thought that this "punishment sex" might have been some sort of Hydra brainwashing or the world losing it's mind, it made sense now. This was a form of bonding and he did understand it.

His hand would come to cup her chin, thumb rubbing her jaw and around the outside of her lips. Bucky had learned how to notice find details during the war and Krystal was someone who was worth paying attention to. He would come to stand, guiding her to rise as he lead her by the hair to the closet. His hand was still firm, but it was not uncontrolled. He lead her with the confidence he carried himself with in combat. Bringing her to the selection of gags, he would remove the one she wore and silently he would pick one out, accepting that not all gags are the same and he wanted one that he felt would rest well in her mouth. The handcuffs seemed find for the time being. They were cute, adding a playful look to such a tool. He almost chuckled to himself how soldiers would have reacted if he escorted a POW with cuffs similar to that.

Walking with her, he would pick up the salve. He knew that medicine alone was not enough for the aftercare of war and had a feel that that would also be the case when it came to here. However, he would use the tools he had at his disposal. Krystal was worth it, as Bucky did love her after all. Walking with her, he would guide her and bend her over the bed, pants still on as he delivered a single stroke with the cane, eyes on her. He could feel the power and control and though he knew this was much different from sex back in the 1940s, he needed to change with the times.

 

[Krystal_Atems_Girl]

Krystal let out a soft mumbled sigh in pleasure as he touched her face, not really able to do much more. He had her bound, but not to much so. She hadn't expected to like the feeling of being tied as she did. She had thought that she would hate it, but with Bucky, things were always different. She always felt pleasure with him, no matter what the circumstances. It seemed this was no exception. She smiled softly mentally as she was guided, curiosity in her expression. She wondered what he had in store, following him curiously and excitedly.

Krystal stretched her mouth a moment after the gag was taking off, her expressing showing gratitude for a smaller one. While fae have no gag reflex, she was finding it hard to breath out of her nose so much. She simply bent as asked, interested and at the same time apprehensive. she had never been on this side of things, and it was unnerving to have her first time with a beginner, even though she loved him so completely. When the can came down, she let out what sounded like a cross between a muffled cry of pain and pleasure. She talked to him telepathically. "Enjoyable, but maybe a little lighter next time. You forget how much strength you have, my heart."

 

[Fractured Wickedness]

Bucky would hear her words. He gave her that look that seemed to say that the telepathy defeated the purpose of the gag, but he bent over and cupped her chin to kiss her right next to the gag before he lowered her down. He had seen how her body and moved, and his free hand would come to carress the area for a moment. That cane would then come down on her ass again, a bit lighter than before, the stroke landing parallell to where the first one had swatted as he allowed that free hand to rest on her lower back, fingertips settling and teasing the flesh. He would stroke the flesh with his thumb, feeling her body filled with such electricity as he swatted her ass again, a third parallel strike to excite her skin as he had toned down this one from that initial smack, eyes locked on her as her body danced for him.

 

[Krystal_Atems_Girl]

Krystal looked back at him. "Just trying to help, Buckeye. Its as much about my enjoyment as it is yours" she explained, letting out a soft moan as he touched her. Her body looked relaxed, but it was bracing for the impact of the cane again as she was lowered down. She let out another muffled moan as the cane hit a few more times, back arching as shivers filled her body. This was an interesting feeling. The mix between stress relief and pain was an interesting sensation.

 

[Fractured Wickedness]

Bucky would hear those words as he dismissed them. It was true that sex had evolved since he had been gone, but his body still possessed the muscle memory of the last time he left Krystal sore and quivering. For him, it hadn't been so long, despite the truth. He knew this was something that had become a part of he and he actively ignored that question of how many she had bedded in his 70 year absence. To her and the entire world, he died that day. He took a deep breath. Then there was that smile. He would reach, removing her gag and tossing it aside.
"It must be defective, I can still hear you, darling."
Sex was like war. Though the tools would evolve, it didn't mean that the old tools wouldn't work. You would merely need to work harder. And work harder he would. Tossing the cane aside, Bucky would lift Krystal as if she was as light as a rag doll. He moved then to sit on the bed. Laying her across his lap, he allowed on hand to rest in her hair,set on the back of her neck. The other hand carefully manuever her outfit o give him access to her now bare ass. He could see the cane marks, one lookingt o hard and the other too soft. So he lifted his arm andc hose an inbetween as a rough, war heavy hand made a firm connection to her ass.

 

[Krystal_Atems_Girl]

Krystal let out a soft chuckle as he removed the gag. "Well, 70 years of beingbthe dominant makes for a more noisy submissive. I believe they call what I am a "warrior princess" submissive?" She admitted with another laugh, simply letting him move her around. The woman was trying so very hard to give him what she knew he liked, but those 70 years being what she'd always wanted had changed her alot. She had never really gotten pleasure from being the submissive one, at least not in the same way as she did as a dominant.

Krystal liked the idea of letting someone else take control, sure, but she'd found she much preferred to be the one pulling the strings rather than having them pulled. She let out a soft moan as his hand made contact with her ass, aggrevating her already caned body. It felt good though, and she held off the urge to make any comments. She would give him what he needed, even if she wished she could make him submit too.