Clipping Wings: Vesper Donelle vs Zypherus

[Bare]

Vesper breathed in a shuddering breath as he felt the woman close in around his member, something that only motivated him to pump in and out of her at an increased pace, her own moans and gasps of pleasure and pain guiding him into what he should do next, what was working and what wasn't, and he was determined to only do what worked.

Lifting his head from her chest he would reach up with one hand to grab her hair and gently tug her head back as he continued to pump into her. "Hah... all that tough talk... and you melt so quick.. hah.. you must really like this huh?" He asked her mockingly, all while matching her pace, driving himself as deep into her as he would with the fabric of their clothing still in the way, but damn if it still didn't feel great.

[MR. Q]

"Mmph!" Zypherus' protesting whine morphs into a needy moan as Vesper pulls her head back, forcing her to arch her spine and present herself even more fully to his relentless thrusts. The harsh tug on her hair only heightens her sensitivity, sending tingles down her scalp to mingle with the searing pleasure in her loins.

A flush spreads across her cheeks, and her breath comes in ragged gasps as she meets his mocking taunt with a defiant glare. Even as her legs clamp down greedily around him, she manages to hiss, "You wish it was me melting... You're the one losing control here!"

Despite her brave words, however, Zypherus can't hide the tremors wracking her body, or the desperate clutch of her thighs around Vesper's hips as she tries to invite him deeper.

[Bare]

Oh yeah things were going all Vesper's way in the moment as he continued thrusting into his opponent, pulling her hair back and exerting his dominance over the woman. Of course she was still trying to resist and show some defiance, but he could tell from her needy moans and tight grip of her legs around his waist that her words didn't match her feelings.

"That so? Then I think I'll just go ahead and stop, I'm sure you'll be happy with that huh?" Vesper said mockingly and doing just as he said, stopping dead in his tracks, still keeping a hold on his foe's hair to remind her he had her... But not outright continuing, intending on cutting her off from what she was doing and proving who was the one in control.

[MR. Q]

Her vision blurs for a moment with frustration as Vesper abruptly ceases his rhythmic movements, leaving Zypherus unsatisfied and panting heavily. Angered by the tease, she decides to retaliate with an impulsive strike, burying her forehead into the center of Vesper's forehead with a resounding thud.

"Owie..." she whined, voice strained from her aggressive action, hands clutching her head. She is now regretting that but the job was done to disengage from the man.

If he really wants it, he got to work for it.