Pillaging and Plundering: Sylar Robin vs Asherah

[MrBrightside]

'Damn this woman is insatiable!' Sylar thought as he messily mashed his lips against hers. He moaned into her mouth as the pirate rocked her hips to try and will his cock back to life. The attempt was successful in getting him hard which spurred him on to resuming steadily pumping between her folds. With each thrust he inched himself in deeper and deeper. Every roll of his hips quicker than the last as he sheathed himself inside of her.

[MR. Q]

As Sylar continued to plow into her, Asherah couldn't help but wonder if missionary was indeed the only trick in his sailor boy repertoire. Despite the growing urgency of her needs, the pirate goddess found herself craving more variety, yearning to be taken in different positions and paces.

"Aye, keep pumping away, sailor," Asherah urged breathlessly, her hips meeting Sylar's thrusts with increasing fervor. "But ye know, there be other ways to plunder treasure besides this position..."

"Why don't ye bend me over and claim me from behind?" Asherah suggested, her voice dripping with sultry temptation. "Or maybe ye could pin me against the ropes like a prize fish?"Asherah's words were laced with teasing provocation.

[MrBrightside]

“You’re the one keeping me in this position. But if it’s variety you want then I’ve got an idea.” Sylar grabbed the pirate’s legs and pulled them off of his waist. He then hauled her legs up over his shoulders while he pounded away at her dripping pussy. The sound of their hips slapping together echoed throughout the arena.

[MR. Q]

"Ahhh, fuck yes!" Asherah screamed in delight as Sylar's unexpected maneuver threw her into a new world of pleasure. Her back arched, pressing her chest against his face as his renewed thrusts pounded relentlessly into her.

The changed angle allowed Sylar to dive even deeper, his thick cock hitting her g-spot with every brutal plunge. Asherah felt her climax rapidly approaching once more, the pirate goddess's inner walls clenching rhythmically around Sylar's shaft as she hurtled towards the brink.

"Oh god, sailor boy, I'm gonna cum again!" Asherah warned, her voice a desperate whimper. "Make me take yer plunder!"

The intense pleasure coursing through Asherah's veins threatened to overwhelm her, but she refused to succumb without milking Sylar for every last drop. With a final cry of ecstasy, Asherah's pussy spasmed wildly around Sylar's cock, squirting her release in a torrential flood as he continued to pound her mercilessly.

[MrBrightside]

Sylar grunted as he pounded away at the pirate’s pussy. He put all of his weight into each thrust, to get as deep as possible. He pushed his hands into the back of her knees as he held her in the mating press. Every time Asherah’s body lifted up from the mat Sylar slammed himself right back into her. There was no room for logical thought. He just moved like an animal in heat. All through it all her loins were practically sucking him in, clenching around him as she demanded more and more from him even after she climaxed yet again.

Eventually Asherah got what she wanted. A sudden urge shot up his cock and painted her insides for the umpteenth time. Every potent throbbing of his cock delivering another helping of seed into her depths, aided by her clenching, tightening cunt.

His orgasm shuddered and spasmed through him, making it impossible to breathe, let alone speak. Sylar exhaled harshly and pulled out in a single buck, his dick glistening with their mixed fluids even as he stumbled back and sat on the mat panting for breath.

[MR. Q]

Asherah collapsed limply onto the mat, her legs splayed wide and her pussy leaking a steady stream of their combined fluids. The pirate goddess's chest heaved with ragged breaths, her blue eyes glazed over in post-coital bliss as the aftermath of their frenzied coupling washed over her.

With a languid sigh, Asherah lifted a trembling hand to cup her still-throbbing sex, feeling the residual pleasure coursing through her quivering flesh. Her thighs trembled slightly, the aftershocks of multiple climaxes leaving her muscles weak and pliant.

As Asherah's vision began to blur, she felt herself drifting towards unconsciousness, the exertions of their marathon lovemaking finally claiming her exhausted form. With a contented hum, the pirate goddess surrendered to the sweet oblivion, her body succumbing to the allure of sleep as she lay there, sprawled in a pool of their mingled essence.

[MrBrightside]

It took a minute for Sylar to catch his breath after the intense orgasm. At this point he expected Asherah to come out and demand more but there was no response from her. It seemed that she had finally had her fill as she drifted off towards unconsciousness. With his opponent unable to continue, the referee finally had the chance to raise Sylar's hand and formally declare his victory well after the match actually ended.

Winner: Sylar Robin