A Quiet Meeting of Chance (For Killcarrion)

[Bare]

Seraphina remained on a solitary foot for a moment after delivering her rather brutal round house kick to Johnny's jaw. Watching through her hair as he collapsed spread eagle on the. Slowly lowering her limb back down to the floor she would casually approach the downed man until she stood over him, bending down and smirking devilishly at him regardless if he could really tell or not. After all, she was about to get some proper payback and make both of them feel really good simultaneously.

Reaching down and lowering her trunks down till they were at her knees she would then drop down smoothly onto his chest. Usually when she took part in more lewd aspect of the underground she remained rather tasteful about it, usually only removing clothes of her victims, and even then not by much, and rarely ever for herself. So this was a bit of an exception, but then again, Johnny was something of an exception to most that she faced in that he had a far greater amount of interest...and attraction from her.

Extending her legs out she would place Johnny's head between her thighs before reaching forward and pulling her trunks up until they behind the man's head, trapping his face firmly against her pussy in the process, and making it to where he couldn't just pull away. Not unless Sera allowed him at least. But having him suck and eat her out wasn't going to be enough for her, oh no.

She would also cross her legs and start squeezing for a figure four headscissors on top of what she was making him do. Naturally once he got started it would feel rather good, and she remembered what he did and decided to do some of her own, grinding and thrusting against his face sensually, and grabbing his hair as a kind of handle as she had her fun.

[killcarrion]

Although possibly concussed with swirled disorientation awash throughout his muddled senses, Johnny actually believes he'd gotten off easy (unfortunately not literally) considering the depraved actions he'd subjected his potential business partner to. Legal and downright encouraged though they would have been in the debauched types of underground arenas he oversees; Johnny could only imagine what type of sadistic brutality the sociopathic seraphim would have enacted against him if he were simply any other random pit fighter. Not that the soreness in his sack and hammered headpains were pleasurable experiences in the slightest. Hell, even with hindsight he'd still perpetrate the same heinous actions again knowing how damn satisfying it felt having the heralded Aristocratic Terror giving his shaft her undivided attention. The distorted memories of which still keeping his package rock solid in spite of the savage clawing.

Unfortunately, Serafina's vengeance only seemed half-cooked because she wasn't even finished yet it seems. The mobster casting his wearied eyes upward at Sera's fiendish smirk while breathing steadily beneath her and laying there supine when the aristocrat straddled his pectorals. Admiration for her angelic beauty was apparently going to have to wait since no sooner did he notice her trunks resting against the back of his head and sacred womanhood before him, the mobster would become swathed against it. "HMPH!!" Radiant warmth and grinding pulsations simultaneously entrancing the subdued conman now getting served a quite literal taste of his medicine. A slight swivel of his legs accompanying one of his hands pawing at the creamy thighs cranking down him, which alongside her hiked up bottoms made this an inescapable pussy prison he could only breath and suckle against with Sera as the warden holding the keys~...

[Bare]

Mounting herself on top of the heavily dazed and certainly hurt man below her Sera had a plethora of options at her disposal. Certainly if she wanted too then she could have just knocked him out or potentially even worse... But she refrained in favor of getting some payback on the man for the rather embarrassing tactic he used on her earlier in their little game, only as a significant step up compared to him.

Lowering her shorts and crossing her legs around his head before closing them around his skull, crushing him and choking him all at once while also pleasuring herself simultaneously as she did it. It was perfect, the best possible outcome for her as not only was she punishing her perspective partner, but she was getting to test out just how good that mouth of his was when it didn't come to talking and she was not disappointed.

Because if she had the ability to outright moan and scream in pleasure she likely would be doing exactly that. Instead she had to show how pleased she was with very energetic and aggressive thrusts of her hips against Johnny's face, rubbing and grinding her flower against the man as she arched her back, even reaching around to grab what she knew would be a very erect member of his to hold herself steady, and offer just a bit of pleasure to him as she did so. Unlike when her mouth was around it though, her hand would not be so gentle but it wouldn't be as iron clad as her grip on his balls just a few moments ago. A nice balance but Johnny would be the one to give away how he was taking it.

[killcarrion]

Johnny should have anticipated that an enterprising businesswoman and luxuriant aristocrat such as Serafina was always going to prefer being in a commanding position no matter the endeavor she embarked on or adversary she sought to vanquish. A calculating and ruthless chessmaster moving pawns and knights around the board from a seat of smug superiority...and a few of those characteristics were obviously on ravishing display right this very moment. Johnny couldn't say he didn't deserve being the throttled boytoy in this scenario shamefully utilized as nothing more than an elaborate vibrator considering what he'd perpetrated against his prospective business partner just earlier. Except there was no doubt as to who between them was appreciating the service more and who was more content being the solid bottom foundation throughout all of this.

"Hmf~..." Johnny's own reason for being muted out was the sinful paradise he'd become sunken into. A humid heaven betwixt velvety thighs now taut with muscle strained inflexibility. Having the capacity to talk himself out of any dangerous situation was an invaluable talent in Johnny's line of work, and those masterful linguistic skills and oratory abilities of his were indulging in the blooming blossom. An act he figured he was excelling at considering Sera's hipful thrusts yearned for more and said all that needed to be said. Johnny tensed significantly when he felt his manhood snatched onto, and he gazed through one eye up Sera's breadbasket towards her fulsome chest. His right hand rising upward and shuffling underneath her top for a tender but commanding grip on one of the aristocrats orbs, swirled affectionately with his free hand kneading her backside...

[Bare]

Bliss. Complete and utter bliss was the best possible way for Sera to put into non verbal words what she was experiencing with Johnny under her servicing her with his mouth, making her completely and utterly pleased with each passing moment. More so was how swiftly and almost eagerly Johnny was to do so. Meeting her with palpable enthusiasm on top of having some significant skill in doing so, after all Sera had been around the block and this certainly wasn't her first time, but Johnny was definitely one of the best she had been with thus far.

Which was why as he got a bit greedier with his hands riainsg to her butt and chest respectively she allowed it, even encouraging him as her hand fell over Johnny's, gently squeezing it to encourage him to do more. Although at this point Sera was drawing fairly close to an orgasm, her inner lips moistening more and more before she finally hit her limit and, had she the ability to do so she'd scream out in orgasm, but in the absence of sound her body would instead shudder and spasm almost as the dam collapsed and, once she rode it out she'd fall forward on her hands, panting softly and letting Johnny free... well mostly since her shorts were still over his head, but now there was nothing at least holding him down from pulling himself out from under her.

[killcarrion]

Who says Johnny wasn't a people pleaser? An enterprising mobster like himself having learned early on in his disreputable career of backalley criminality that satisfying his notorious superiors to the best of his abilities was an easy way to earn their favor before usurping them outright and snatching their position for himself. Being a subservient bottom dweller was a familiar position for the conniving cardshark, apparently as was Serafina's regal preference for reigning over her minions in a position of sovereign superiority and grinding those beneath her into the dirt. The debauched pairing unknowingly sharing more about themselves than they realized, and understandably so considering the throes of ecstasy they found themselves lost within. The sweltering radiance of his princess' pie became all that the huckster concentrated on as he let his masterful capacity for loquaciousness service Serafina in ways only he could.

The silence of the moment was inconsistent representation of the fireworks cracking within the aristocrat as her wellspring flowed in mushed elation against Johnny's facials. Breathing fresh air signaling to the conman that Sera had toppled over onto her hands and knees. After verifying this himself with opened eyes, a fatigued Johnny arose out from between her legs and with a predatorial pounce aimed to tackle Sera back down to the ground. A muscled arm tightened around her head, aiming to sedate more than constrict the aristocrat alongside his soothing words. "Told ya I'd bring ya to your knees. You're as beautiful as the dawn, as mysterious as the night sky. A regal and captivating vision. A partner in crime..." Whispered sweetness from his freshly coated facials hopefully distracting Serafina from noticing Johnny tugging off the aristocrat's trunks altogether as his muscled figure weighed her down to the canvas.