Pillaging and Plundering: Sylar Robin vs Asherah

[MrBrightside]

Having successfully avoided Asherah’s moonsault and hitting one of his own, momentum began to shift towards Sylar’s favor. With his body pinning hers down, his hand slid past the skimpy thong that covered his opponent’s crotch and his fingers found their way to her pussy. He would have a long road ahead of him as he needed to make her climax three times in order to win. So he decided to work towards that goal sooner rather than later by getting to work on teasing her with her fingers.

[MR. Q]

Asherah let out a sharp gasp as Sylar's fingers slipped beneath the scanty thong covering her most intimate areas. The sensation sent shivers coursing through her trembling frame, her hips bucking instinctively against his probing digits.

"Oi, watch yer hands, matey!" Asherah panted, her breathing heavy with a mix of discomfort and burgeoning arousal. Despite her defiant words, she couldn't deny the electric pleasure coursing through her core as Sylar began to tease her with deliberate, calculated strokes.

Her pert breasts heaved with each ragged breath, the hardened peaks straining against the confining bikini top. The pirate goddess's piercing blue eyes narrowed, a fierce determination burning within their depths as she prepared to retaliate against the challenger who dared to turn the tables on her.

"Oi, sailor boy, think yer fingers are gonna be enough to tame this wild sea siren?" Asherah taunted, her husky voice dripping with sarcasm as Sylar continued to explore her intimate regions with his digits alone.

"The mighty Sylar, reduced to poking and prodding like a ship's boy! Ye've got big ambitions, I'll give ye that, but yer ship ain't sailed as far as it needs to if ye expect me to cum so easily under yer clumsy touch."

The buxom beauty smirked defiantly, even as she felt her body respond to Sylar's ministrations with involuntary twitches of pleasure. Asherah knew she had to keep her wits about her if she was going to turn the tables and claim victory. For now, though, she would continue to taunt her adversary, goading him into more bold moves...

[MrBrightside]

"Underestimate my fingers at your own peril. All it takes is one little leak to sink even the mightiest of ships." Sylar taunted as his fingers explored the inside of her clitoris, rubbing circles on her flesh whenever he made contact with her walls. Despite her taunts he could tell that his fingers were having an effect on her if the precum coating his fingers was any indication. "And it looks like you've already sprung a leak." While that was going on, Sylar used his other hand to attack Asherah's breast. He kneaded the soft, pillowy mound with his hand. His finger brushed against the pirate's hardened nipple as he did so.

[MR. Q]

Asherah let out a strained gasp as Sylar's fingers danced along her slickened folds, the expert circular motions coaxing involuntary twitches of pleasure from her sensitive flesh. Her precum-slickened digits were undeniable proof of his growing effect on her, much to the pirate goddess's chagrin.

"You cheeky bilge rat!" Asherah hissed, her chest heaving with each ragged breath as Sylar's hand boldly fondled her breast. The provocative brush against her hardened nipple sent shockwaves straight to her core, intensifying the building heat between her thighs.

Despite her indignation, Asherah couldn't suppress the shivers coursing through her frame or the mounting pressure within her core. She was rapidly losing ground, her body betraying her will as Sylar expertly teased out her primal responses. With a desperate, strained moan, Asherah arched her back, grinding her pussy against Sylar's probing fingers in a futile attempt to stave off the impending climax.

Asherah's husky laughter filled the arena as Sylar's fingers continued their relentless assault on her most sensitive spots. "Is that the best ye've got, sailor?" she taunted, her voice laced with mocking disdain. "Temptin' me with yer feeble fingers 'n thinkin' that'll suffice to make this pirate cum thrice?"

The buxom beauty smirked, even as she felt her body trembling on the brink of release. "Ye call yerself a man, but ye act like a sniveling lad playin' with dolls!" Asherah jeered, her piercing blue eyes flashing with irritation. "I've had real men inside me, makin' me walk the plank into ecstasy! Not yer pathetic finger-pokin'!"

Despite her biting words, Asherah couldn't deny the intoxicating pleasure coursing through her veins. Her hips moved of their own accord, grinding against Sylar's probing digits in search of relief from the building tension within her core. The pirate goddess was determined to maintain her edge, to make Sylar prove himself worthy of claiming her treasures...

[MrBrightside]

“Oh don’t worry. I won’t be relying on just my fingers to make you cum. You’ll get my cock inside you soon enough. But for now my fingers are more than up to the task. Wouldn’t you agree?” She could deny it all she wanted. Sylar knew that his fingers were driving Asherah wild. That’s why he felt confident in staying the course. He could change his game plan after he got that first orgasm from her and unless something changed then he probably wouldn’t have to wait long for that to happen.

Sylar began to focus on Asherah’s hardened nipple, pulling and pinching it to stimulate her further. All the while he furiously pumped his fingers in and out of her slick pussy.

[MR. Q]

With a frustrated growl, Asherah reached down between her legs, ignoring Sylar's probing fingers as she sought out his manhood. She wrapped her hand around his shaft, giving it a firm squeeze before beginning to pump it with deliberate strokes.

"I'll show ye what a real pirate fucks with!" Asherah snarled, her blue eyes blazing with defiant determination as she stroked Sylar's cock. She pumped him harder, using her thumb to rub the sensitive head, smearing precum in its wake.

Asherah's breasts bounced with each vigorous stroke, the hardened nipples standing erect, begging for Sylar's touch. As she worked his thick rod, she couldn't deny the tantalizing prospect of his substantial girth plunging deep into her eager depths. Yet, she refused to give in, determined to wrest control back from the persistent challenger...

[MrBrightside]

“Ah! Someone’s getting impatient.” Sylar teased as he felt his dick harden under Asherah’s touch. But while the pirate’s masterful strokes were undeniably pleasurable, he wasn’t going to let it affect his performance. He wasn’t going to give up control that easily. So he continued his efforts to push her over the edge with his skillful touch.

[MR. Q]

Asherah's grip tightened around Sylar's throbbing member as she felt the resistance falter beneath her touch. A low, guttural groan rumbled in her chest as she sensed the beginnings of surrender. Her mind raced with cunning tactics, desperate to stay one step ahead of Sylar's advancing assault.

"You're playing right into my hands, sailor," Asherah taunted breathlessly, her blue eyes gleaming with fierce determination as they locked onto Sylar's face. "Ye thought ye could tame the wild seasiren with yer feeble tricks, but I'll have ye walking the plank before ye sink yer cock inside me!"

With renewed fervor, Asherah doubled her pace, pumping Sylar's rigid shaft with reckless abandon. The pirate goddess knew she was dancing on the razor's edge, and the slightest misstep would send her tumbling into Sylar's eager embrace.

[MrBrightside]

"You sure about that? Because it looks like you're the one up shit creek without a paddle." Sylar taunted as he met her gaze without flinching. Though his breath hitched as Asherah doubled her pace which caused him to retaliate in kind. The situation was suddenly a lot more precarious. He initially had a head start but Asherah was steadily closing the gap. It was now a race to the finish though in this case both competitors were trying to get the other across the finish line first.

If Sylar wanted to maintain his lead then he would have to step up his game. He needed to increase the pressure. So while one of the pirate's heaving breasts was being attended to by his hand, the other would be attended to by his mouth. Sylar leaned forward to kiss and suck on her tit, nibbling softy on her hardened nipple.

[MR. Q]

A sharp gasp escaped Asherah's lips as Sylar's mouth engulfed her sensitive nipple, his skilled tongue lashing out to swirl around the pert bud. Her back arched, pressing her breasts further into his eager ministrations, as a jolt of electrifying pleasure shot straight to her core.

"Arrgh!" Asherah cried out, her grip on Sylar's cock tightening involuntarily as he expertly suckled her tit. The dual assault on her senses - the relentless pumping of his fingers and the tantalizing suction of his mouth - threatened to unravel her composure entirely.

The buxom beauty's piercing blue eyes widened, her mind reeling as she teetered on the brink of climax. Sylar's bold moves were proving to be her undoing, slowly but surely chipping away at her defenses until she found herself vulnerable to his advances.

Suddenly, Asherah felt an overwhelming wave of tension crest within her core, threatening to unleash a torrential release. Her nails dug into Sylar's shoulders as she trembled, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

"Aaaaah!" The pirate goddess cried out, her hips bucking erratically as a powerful orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy clenched tight around Sylar's probing fingers, milking them for all they were worth as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.

For a fleeting moment, Asherah lost herself in the ecstasy, her body writhing uncontrollably beneath Sylar's skilled ministrations. But as the aftershocks subsided, a fierce determination rekindled in her blue eyes. Asherah broke free from the haze, her chest heaving with exertion.

"That's one down, sailor boy," Asherah panted, her tone dripping with smug satisfaction. "But I won't be done 'til ye've sailed three voyages in me seas..."