Hood the Battle Mage

Scene 1: Bordello

Pairing: Hood the Battle Mage/Amelia the Prostitute

 

Standing by the bed in nothing but her underwear she discreetly chewed her lower lip as the ticklish tips of stubble grazed her perk mounds, warm lips suckling on a large pink nipple, a hand absently fondling her other breast. She tried not to grimace in discomfort as the hero gripped and tasted her tits with a rough and unkind fervor: after all he had paid for his pleasure not hers. She caught a yelp in her throat as he tugged on a nipple with his teeth, burying the sound between pursed lips, but he had caught it and detached himself, he raised his head to look at her. Neat, dark hair, short and slick, the strong features of a male in his prime, grey eyes searching her face for a sign of objection. Hands now at her arms, almost holding her, but at a distance... was it concern?

He threw her towards the bed and she hadn't even hit the mattress before his hands were at his pants. She had barely lifted herself up from the mattress when she felt the weight on the bed shift either side of her, as probing fingers pulled at her panties, loudly tearing the tender linen from her body, exposing her snatch. Hood didn't even know the whore's name. Alanna? Amelia? Something like that. Not that it mattered to him: a slut was a slut no matter what her name was.

He was already hard from his toying, he always was, the bulbous head of his cock pushing apart her velvet lips, his engorged meat pressing into her as he buried himself to the hilt amidst whimpers and the resistant clutching of her walls. There was no pause, no build up, just the sudden withdrawal as he slid his dick from the depths of her pussy till only the head remained buried in her wet folds before surging back in with a merciless thrust. It did not stop or slow. Hands either side of her waist steadied her body, as each thrust sent her surging forward with a shake, the only thing stopping her from being fucked into the bed was the strength of those hands holding her firm.

He kept up his relentless assault on her cunt as whimpers and gritted teeth gave way to open mouthed moans, her snatch dripping wetness as he gouged her with his fuck tool. Then there was a soft grunt, hesitation, as he stopped, his cock half-sheathed in her, a second ticked by as he drew his hips back, dragging his ample erection through the clenching of her raw and sensitive walls, then pushing it back in, backwards and forwards, a slow agonising rubbing as he meted out sensation over seconds.

The grip on her hips tightened as he picked up pace once more, his dick ravaging her pussy, the head plunging deep into her, stretching her most hidden depths wider. Another grunt, louder, in, out, in, out, in...

A warm surge of man molasses began to pour into her as Hood panted in satisfaction, his member twitching and squirting inside her, his once fierce pounding reducing to a gentle rocking as the last of his orgasm was wrenched from him. He slipped himself from her and with one hand flipped her heaving form so that her she was laying on her back, and leaned down placing his face at her snatch. He extended his tongue and lapped at the pussy juices that encircled her cunt, only drawing back when he began to see his own cum seeping out from between her folds.