<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/8QkQE7g.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Kyoko (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=276392.msg13586730#msg13586730)<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Ishmael, Jon<br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>Kyoko made a bit of a slow of squirming and tugging backwards away from wherever Jon was taking her, but very very quickly figured out that all that was doing was making her collar dig into her neck and giving and giving Jon even more reason to feel cocky.  Sighing slightly, she huffed and reluctantly walked along after him.</em>"Fine... fine... whatever.  Just... don't leave me vulnerable... I'm not here for a fucking show..."<br/><br/><em>She sighed softly and let herself be pushed down into a kneeling position, gasping slightly as her arms were wrenched up behind her and her head pressed downward, a rope in a knotted loop behind her knees and forcing her nose down into the dirt.  She flexed her hands slightly, her fingers wriggling and grasping the nothing behind her back.<br/><br/>She blinks slightly as she hears the white-haired cleric's zipper sound into the silence and she looks wildly from one side to the other.  Her mouth drops open and she squirms ineffectually for a moment, just as Jon's hands clench her hips.</em>"Oh fuck no!  I just said I wasn't a god damn show... you wanna do that, you take my ass to dinner and then get us a room at the inn-  stop it god damn it!  My pussy isn't a damn lute for you to strum!"<br/><br/><em>She squirms slightly, flexing and squeezing her thighs together as Jon's finger's traced an uncaring path up and down the sensitive contours of her pussy.  Despite her seemingly nonstop tyrade of objections, epithets, curses, and threats, her body responded and her pussy grew increasingly wet.  Before long, she felt Jon's fingers pull away and, before she could even consider the implications, felt a thick pressure against her lips and, within a moment, the thickness swelled into her, making her legs strain against the bindings about her thighs as she tried to spread her legs beneath the onslaught.</em>"Oh... you fucking asshole.  Who do you think you are?  I swear to god... if I end up mutating I am gonna grow pussy fangs and BITE ThE SHIT OUT OF YOU!"<br/><br/><em>As she felt Jon's thickness thrusting deeply in and out of her, felt him sliding backwards before slamming savagely back into her, her threats and shocked epithets gradually became interrupted by gasps and deep moans, the woman's voice being gradually replaced by panting.  After several minutes, Jon finished within her, causing a gentle sprout of viscous fluid to fill her and dribble out, running in a small stream down her stomach and over the curve of her thighs.  She sat there, for several moments, gasping and panting before she shook her head a bit.</em>"Okay.  Seriously.  At least a bed next time?"<br/><br/><em>She blinked a bit as she began feeling... some other liquid... coating her ass?  What the hell was that?  She squirmed slightly but then realized there was no way she could look at her own ass from this position and, still panting, she decided that she didn't really care.  Not yet...</em><br/>