Pillaging and Plundering: Sylar Robin vs Asherah

[MrBrightside]

"Oh, I would certainly hope that this wasn't the end." Sylar didn't resist when Asherah pulled him into another kiss that he eagerly returned. Though the match had ended with him as the victor, the fun was far from over. She held him in place by tightening her legs around his waist and preventing him from escaping, not that he wanted to. He moaned lightly into her mouth as the gyrating of her hips caused his dick to harden once again inside of her.

"In that case, why don't you show me what a salty wench like is capable of?"

[MR. Q]

Asherah's grin widened as Sylar's renewed hardness stirred within her depths, evidence that he was as eager for more as she was. The pirate goddess licked her lips, her blue eyes gleaming with playful defiance as she gazed up at Sylar.

"Oh, I intend to show ye exactly what I'm capable of, sailor boy," Asherah purred, her voice dripping with sultry promises. "But first, why don't ye put yer own cock to work and fuck me senseless 'til neither of us can stand?"

Asherah tightened her grip around Sylar's waist, pulling him deeper into her embrace as she began to rock her hips against his, creating a delicious friction that left them both panting with desire. She wanted to be conquered by Sylar's relentless passion, wanted to feel him claim her again and again until exhaustion took them both.

[MrBrightside]

"Can't get enough of it, can you? Not that I can blame you of course." Sylar answered with a cocky smirk. He began to rock his hips as well, moving at a pace to match her own movements. He kissed her several more times as well. He started with a few pecks on the lips before steadily leaving a trail of kisses along her neck.

[MR. Q]

Asherah gasped and shivered as Sylar's mouth trailed hot kisses along her neck, her sensitive skin tingling with delight. But as his hips began to move against hers in a lazy rhythm, the pirate goddess couldn't help but scoff at the sluggish pace.

"Oh come now, sailor boy," Asherah teased, her voice dripping with amusement even as she rocked her hips to meet his lackluster thrusts. "Is that the best ye've got?"

The buxom beauty wrapped her legs tighter around Sylar's waist, urging him to increase the tempo as she nipped playfully at his earlobe. She wanted to be taken hard and fast, consumed by his raw passion until they were both breathless and spent.

"Don't ye know how much treasure awaits us?" Asherah cooed, her words laced with tantalizing innuendo. "Can't ye give me a proper plundering?"

[MrBrightside]

“So impatient. The journey is just as important as the destination, you know.” Sylar chided the pirate but nonetheless began to increase his pace. His hips moved with calculated force as he out as much as the legs wrapped around his waist would let him before slamming back into her with a sharp thrust. Sylar repeated the process again and again, hitting her inner walls with deliberate precision and brutality. Meanwhile the kisses he planted on her turned into bites as he began to nibble on her neck. The love bites would serve as a physical reminder of the treasure that he claimed.

[MR. Q]

Asherah yelped in surprise as Sylar's increasingly forceful thrusts sent waves of pleasure crashing through her senses. His bites on her neck only added to the intensity, leaving small, tender marks that served as tangible proof of his possession.

"Ahh, yes! Just like that, ye bloody pirate!" Asherah cried out, her nails digging into Sylar's back as she urged him on. The pirate goddess reveled in the sensation of being taken hard and deep, her hips meeting each brutal thrust with equal fervor.

As Sylar continued his relentless assault, Asherah felt her climax building once again, her body coiling tighter and tighter like a spring ready to snap. She knew she was teetering on the brink, her control fraying thread by precious thread.

"Don't stop, sailor boy!" Asherah panted, her voice strained with exertion. "I'm so close, I can feel it!"

The buxom beauty rocked her pelvis against Sylar's, grinding herself against his invading cock in desperate pursuit of release. Her walls clenched rhythmically around him, milking his shaft for all it was worth as she hurtled towards the precipice.

[MrBrightside]

Sylar groaned and moaned as Asherah's hips met his on each thrust. Every time their flesh collided it brought the pair closer to orgasm. In a bid to bring them both over the finish line sooner Sylar increased his pace even further, each thrust becoming rougher and more merciless. His breathing became more labored signaling the inevitable impending climax.

"Fuck Asherah, I'm close too!" He announced to the busty pirate. "I'm gonna fill up your treasure chest with my bounty!"

[MR. Q]

"Yes, fill me up ye horny sailor!" Asherah screamed, her voice raw with pleasure and exertion. "Claim yer treasure and let loose that bounty within me!"

The pirate goddess arched her back, her breasts heaving with each ragged breath as Sylar's merciless thrusts drove her rapidly towards the edge. She could feel the telltale tingling beginning in her core, signaling the approach of her next earth-shattering climax.

"Faster, sailor boy! Harder!" Asherah begged, her blue eyes glazed with lust as she clawed at Sylar's back. "Make me take yer prize and let it overflow inside me!"

With a primal cry, Asherah felt her orgasm ripping through her like a tidal wave, her pussy clenching viciously around Sylar's pounding cock as she squirted around him in ecstasy. The sensation was too much for the lust-crazed pirate.

[MrBrightside]

Sylar felt his own pleasure rise like a tide that was about to come crashing down. With a guttural growl he buried his cock as deep as he could go before releasing his load in a final convulsion, his seed flowing forcefully into Asherah’s womb. The amount of seed poured into her mixed with her own juices was too much to be contained with the excess slowly flowing from her still throbbing pussy to slowly trickle down to the mat. The two of them were struggling to catch their breath, their chests heaving heavily in a concert of jerky breaths.

[MR. Q]

"Mmmm, oh god yes, keep going!" Asherah pleaded between heavy breaths, her voice raspy and trembling with lingering pleasure. She clung to Sylar desperately, her trembling legs wrapped tightly around his waist as they both struggled to regain their bearings.

The pirate goddess rocked her hips weakly against Sylar's spent cock, creating a maddening friction that stirred the remnants of their passion. "Don't stop yet, sailor boy," Asherah whimpered, her blue eyes gazing up at him with needy desperation. "There's always room for more treasure..."

Asherah's lips sought out Sylar's in a sloppy, clinging kiss, her tongue delving hungrily into his mouth as she sought to rekindle the inferno raging within her core.