Valentina Song vs. Fei Qiqiang - The Spy Who Loved Me

[GoingBananas]

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It wasn’t even a millisecond from the moment she uttered the word ‘go’ and Fei would immediately get straight to work. Not like Agent Scarlet could blame him. Being hit in the balls like that would be enough to of a motivator, much less the idea of him being free. The Silver Bullet worked himself with fervor, already having his manhood stoked in the fire and leaving him to do the rest of the work himself. It was like taking the train to the tallest mountain halfway before doing the rest of the climb. The agent kept the arm triangle tight, but not too tight. Enough that he could feed some air to his lungs if he tried hard enough. Part to keep things fair, but also to hear the kinds of noises he would make when he faces a “life or death” situation.

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Fei would roll the two on the ground, with the Agent on top while Fei would be on his belly. Despite feeling some weight on her leg trapped between the flesh and the grimy floor, Valentina didn’t mind. Fei was still rocking his hips, rubbing his clothed crotch against her sole, humping like his life depended on it. Said clothed crotch would soon be naked, as Fei would free his manhood from the tight-fitting material that contained it. Not a bad size from the looks of it. Agent Scarlet purred, getting acquainted with the exposed flesh rubbing feverishly against her foot. “Somebody’s packing quite the weapon. You certainly don’t need a gun.” She would say with a hint of approval, purring at his ear. At the very least, she wasn’t working with a pecker.

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Of course, it would be too good to be true that Fei would just stay there and work towards an orgasm. Out of the two options, there’s still going to be that ‘third’ that goes against the rules. The agent didn’t cry foul, however. Call it a manly pride, or not wanting to go out like that, but it did speak of his character to find his way out. Fei got on one foot and soon Val felt herself rising with him. Considering the circumstances, the actress knew one thing was coming next. And she welcomed it all the same.

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Valentina braced herself as Fei sprinted backwards, taking a few steps before Valentina would be the first to hit the metal wall of the container. She let out a grunt, feeling not just the impact of her back on metal, but also the weight of Fei compressing the front of her body. It was clear what Fei wanted to do. Crush the Agent so that she would break loose of the perilous arm triangle she caught him in.

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If only that had worked. “You think you can break me?” Sans the Russian accent of one particular character from her favorite James Bond movies, the actress remained coiled and stuck on her prey. What respected stuntwoman wouldn’t be able to take such a bump? If Jannsen could do it, so could she.

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Mind you, it wasn’t as if the Silver agent wouldn’t stop at just one. Fei rammed Valentina again, repeating the process over and over, all the while his pelvis rocked and gyrated on Valentina’s unmoving foot. The agent, however, would respond with an interesting mix of a grunt and a hotly moan, as if every bump was pushing him deeper into Valentina. She could feel the sensations of his movements against her crotch, and they tingled with delight. She can enjoy this for hours. However…

“Alright, pretty boy. No more foreplay~.”

Suddenly, the pressure around his neck upped to the extreme, her arms flexing and bearing all the power she could muster into that arm triangle. The actress’s foot remained unmoving, but her legs coiled like a python around the waist and the sole arm of Fei. Now, she was really trying to knock him out, as a punishment for trying to seek that third option and play against the rules. Considering his efforts trying to get the agent off him, he would have had less air to work with. Now, she would not give him an inch. Either get knocked out, or cum. But Fei must make up his mind.

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[TheLoneWanderer]

Buried in the fires of his arousal, Fei found himself on a two-way street. Escape or get struck in the balls again. The time window was too short. He needed at least a minute, unless he was already at the edge, to get the orgasm she should have coaxed out of him.

"My instructor would disagree."

Fei spoke as a hot rebuttal. Hand-to-hand combat was a contingency. A backup. A grueling struggle where one would walk out of the fight at best and both would not at the worst. Weaponry was what they were meant to rely on, and he had a lack of either a primary or secondary. To feel for your enemy, who sought your demise, was to court death. However, this particular situation was different. A cascade of weaponized lust packaged in ankle wraps and a bountiful sweater. The authentic skills lit his instincts on fire and her skills at seduction torched the pit of his stomach, with that tension descending down.

While backing into the wall, Fei groaned loudly as the realization set in. The Agent wasn't coming off. He could not back into the sharp edge of the container. Scarlet would hurt her spinal cord, and she hadn’t earned enough of his ire for him to damage the woman beyond her capacity to heal. Fei's cock throbbed in time with his indignation, the organ running along her foot continuously despite the exotic variation working over his arteries on the topside. To add some salt into the wound, Scarlet did not take so kindly to his multiple attempts at mashing her into the cold, dry metal. The pressure kicked up to its maximum, his orbs and forehead pulsing. Fei felt sick. Uneasy as Scarlet could feel him wobble in his stride, stomping his foot into the floor, in the direction of a potential fall, to remain upright. In condition and the haze of lust clouding his mind, he was hampered.

"Yes, and I will KEEP striking you until you shatter! NOW, watch your head."

A cross between a maniac's cackle and the signature wheeze erupted from his throat, as he put his weight on his right foot and jumped backward for one last leap as his vision dimmed and his strength waned. Only, her back would not recieve the impact. It would be the back of Scarlet's head CRASHING into the end of the container with a meaty 'TWWACK' after the two had tilted in mid-air from the initial shift of weight. Fei had got her. He knew it. She had trapped herself by choking him at full-force, and the sprint would only add to the sheer impact of the environmental attack. Brutal pragmatism but it could get results, and it should only be enough to break the hold as opposed to a nastier impact on her neck or spine. Like previously stated, Fei only wished to ring the bells in her head.

If this weakened her hold, Fei would collapse in a heap on the floor with her hooks still in his lap. Fei coughed immediately, desperately trying to roll away sideways from Scarlet to clear the light headache and double vision. He could not afford to press the complicated attacks that he wanted to, especially when he didn't know if the Val on the left or right was real. He did not flip a coin to take a chance. At least now, if the plan did not go awry, he could pull his pants up to conceal his rock-hard shame.