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Default Ophelia's Game

A story alternate universe of claymore started with bindyou that I wished to continue when not hearing from them for a while.

Ophelia is a sociopathic elf who takes an interest in clare's traveling companion. when Clare seperates from Raki to protect him, Ophelia decides to indulge herself in some carnal pleasures with raki. (all characters herein are 18+)

Raki had been wandering the lands for over a year now with his friend, Clare. Unlike most people, Raki wasn’t afraid of the half yoma hybrids known as claymores, named so for the swords they carry. After Clare found his brother and found him out to be a yoma, she killed him before he decided to make Raki a meal. Raki decided to follow her, much to Clare’s chagrin. He couldn’t say that there wasn’t some attraction there, to a blonde haired woman with a formidable body, but truth is, after his village ousted him for the belief of he himself being a “yoma” he really had no one else to turn to. Someone was better than nothing and even when offered a job at Rabona in the holy city after helping dispose of the large yoma there, he still felt more satisfied following this quiet woman into danger than being around “regular,” fearful people. A mistake, he now looks on it, as they’d run into one of Clare’s “comrades” another half yoma with a much greater degree of ability than Clare herself, accusing Clare of being an awakened being, someone who exceeds their limits among the half yoma and turns into a full blooded monster, making regular yoma look like your grandmother in comparison. This Raki knows to be fake as he was there when Clare surpassed her limit, but it’s something the other warrior seemed adamant in ignoring.
The woman, Ophelia, had taken great pleasure in torturing Clare, cutting off her legs and forcing her to heal much faster than she was normally capable of, if not for the adrenaline rush to save his ass, Clare could have lost her legs and not had the proper energy to heal. That said, the look in Ophelia’s eyes as she cut him, toying with Clare to get a reaction, had been too much. That and he’d had the feeling there’d been lust in those eyes as well as malice. He couldn’t tell if it was merely her desire for blood, of which she kept licking the end of her sword at odd opportunities during their match, or if she genuinely desired something more. Which scared him. Unlike regular women, if a claymore half yoma breed wanted a man, there was little a man could do to stop her, she being ten times stronger than he, even while looking like a regular woman.
Clare had separated from him, in hopes that Ophelia’s lust for killing yoma would drive her to follow after her instead of him. But listening to Ophelia’s singing voice as she walks through the woods, tearing branches with her giant claymore, Raki suspects now, it really is more than killing she wants and he grits his teeth in frustration as he hunches down in a thorny bush, hoping to avoid the mad elf’s presence.
Raki tried to shift his body to avoid the thorns, but no matter what he did, he still felt sharp points poking through his travel cloak and shirt. Gritting his teeth, he slumped lower into the bush, trying desperately to blend in with the surroundings. He tried to figure out where Ophelia was, bur her voice seemed to be echoing off of every tree and bush in the forest...it seemed to be coming from everywhere at once.
Raki gazed from between the branches, his eyes scanning all around. Nothing. The sounds were getting louder...the singing, the slashing of her great sword, the foliage crashing to the ground. Just when he thought the sounds couldn't get any closer, they abruptly stopped, and the woods went silent. Raki tried to control his breathing, worried that even the smallest sound would give away his location. For long minutes he stayed motionless, hearing the natural sounds of the forest return, and wondered if Ophelia had become bored with him, and decided to follow Clare instead.
Cautiously, he poked his head up through the bush, scratching himself multiple times in the process, and looked around slowly. He saw nothing but the forest. Stepping out, he glanced around trying to see if she had left a trail, but the trees looked undisturbed. He had only taken a few steps forward when he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, just seconds before he heard laughter from behind him. Spinning around quickly, he gasped as he saw Ophelia sitting on a stone not ten feet away from him, her huge sword balanced on her lap, a huge grin parting her lips.
“Hello, little boy,” she’d said, baring her wicked fangs as she pushed herself up from the stone. “I was wondering how long you’d be hiding in your little fox hole.”
His mind whirled in excitement and dread, eyes growing larger, breathing becoming more haggard as his heart beat a steady drum in his chest. Oh shit, oh shit, he thought, not able to look away as the woman sidled over to him, that smile splitting her lips like a homicidal yoma’s.
“Ge- get away!” he yelled.
The woman stopped, craning her neck to the side, hissing under her breath.
“What a rude little boy,” she said, then suddenly she was gone and strong arms were suddenly wrapped around his chest and waist, crushing tightly as the woman leaned in against his ear. “All I wanted to do was say hello and introduce myself.”
He felt as her tongue ran up the length of his ear, the tip just digging in at a wound where he’d nicked the back of his ear. He heard her giggle behind him, humming as her arms grew tighter, making him gasp for air.
“Mmm... you taste so good, little boy. I wonder what the rest of you taste like?”
“Let go of me,” he screamed, finding himself suddenly stumbling forward. As he turned, trying to gain his balance, he felt himself roughly shoved to the floor, hard stones biting into his back, a light weight straddling his hips.
“You’re right,” she said, her eyes large saucers smiling with mirth. “You look so much better from the front than the back!”
“Fuck...”
That is the last word he managed to get out from his lips before the woman was at his lips, pushing her tongue between them, invading his mouth, pushing his tongue from side to side. He tried to shake his head to get her off but she held him firm, her mouth against his.
Raki tried to pull away, but he couldn't move a muscle; it was as if he was bolted to the ground under Ophelia. Shaking his shoulders, bucking his hips, flailing away with his legs...nothing helped. Her lips crushed against his, her tongue invaded his mouth, and all he could think about was trying to breathe as she practically smothered him beneath her. He tasted blood as one of her sharp fangs nipped his lower lips, and he tried not to panic as Ophelia's hot tongue lapped it up eagerly.
She raised her head and looked down at him, an amused grin on her face. Her silver eyes sparkled as she teased Raki.
"What a tasty, tasty boy...I want to devour you, every drop. Or perhaps...” her eyes glowed as she looked over his body, tongue flicking out over her lips. “You will devour me," she said with a sharp laugh, digging her fingers into Raki's wrists.
Raki felt her sharp nails cut into his skin and he grimaced, "Let me go," he yelled, "or I'll..."
"Or you'll what?" Ophelia replied, cutting him off. She leaned down and licked at his neck, one long, slow stroke from collar bone to under his ear. "You're not going anywhere until I'm done with you," she whispered in his ear, her body pressing against his, her hips on his, pressing him tightly to the ground.
Raki wished he could disagree, but she was just too strong...there was no chance he could escape from under her. His wrists were tightly pinned, her face inches away, her pale braid falling over her shoulder and tickling his ear. He was suddenly aware of her firm breasts pressing into his chest, taught nipples scraping skin and his eyes caught a quick glimpse of her cleavage teasing at the flesh beneath. Ophelia must have seen his eyes dart down towards her, because she let out a laugh that turned Raki's face a beet read.
"Do you see something you like, little boy?" she said gently. She raised her torso slightly, and rocked back and forth, her breasts sliding up and down against his chest, making it difficult for Raki to ignore her erect buds, pressed so tight against his skin. Her hips ground against his as Raki flushed in both embarrassment and pleasure. He felt a pressure involuntarily growing, and Ophelia grinned as she stared at his blushing face.
"Oh my," she said, her eyes wide as saucers, "maybe you aren't such a little boy after all!"
Taking one hand to hold both his wrist, Ophelia slid her hand down to his trousers, feeling the bulge in his pants. Her fingers teased the top of it, a smirk on her lips. Raki bit down on his lower lip, trying to hold off the groan that was increasing with his own lust within him.
“Such a little boy,” Ophelia said, “with such fun little parts.”
Her hand dipped into his trousers, now not merely teasing his crock, but with her hand she stroked his crotch area and Raki could feel the heat in his body rising. He turned away from the woman, not wanting to give her the satisfaction of seeing him in need, though knowing full well he was failing.
“Let’s see if you have a nice big snake in the wings, shall we?” Ophelia teased.
“What?” said Raki, eyes going wide as he felt her hand move briskly over his trousers, undoing the buttons and pulling them low suddenly, bundled up at his knees, his under garments jerked down over it as well, making it almost impossible to kick out with his legs now. He is horrified to see how his member sprung out fully erect before Ophelia’s eyes. Her eyes widened, a snicker escaping her lips.
“Seems someone is happy to see me? What? Doesn’t Clare play with you enough?”
“Shut up!” Raki growled, growing defensive with the attacks on Clare’s person. “She Doesn’t have anything to do with this. Clare... auugh....”
Ophelia grabbed at his member, squeezing it almost painfully, pulling a groan from his lips.
“Don’t worry,” she said, leaning towards him, lips only inches away from his own, eyes narrowed into slits, seeming more sultry now than menacing, which somehow scared Raki all the more. “I’ll make you forget all about your “Clare.”
Raki tried his best to twist loose from Ophelia's tight grasp, but he knew it was hopeless. His wrists felt like they were in a vice, and his wiggling fingers were the only things that moved at all. And trying to buck his hips to try and dislodge her other hand was even worse...not only wasn't he succeeding, but the friction against her hand was just making him harder and harder, and her grip more painful. Raki could feel himself throbbing against her warm palm, and knew she could feel it as well.
"Please stop...let me go," he whispered, his head turned as far from hers as he could manage, but not far enough to avoid her hot breath against his skin
"Let you go?" Ophelia purred, her tongue licking her wet lips slowly, "Is that what you really want?"
Raki was about to reply when he felt her hand begin to glide softly up and down his firm shaft, and he let out a loud groan against his better judgement.
"Yes...stop..." he managed to blurt out between deep breaths, trying to control himself as much as possible. He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, praying that she'd grow bored of her games if he didn't react.
Yet he couldn't help gasping in pleasure as she squeezed slowly up from the shaft to the head, fingers sliding across the delicate skin and gliding though the slick drop of moisture that had emerged.
Raki's eyes opened and he watched almost hypnotically as she smeared the clear, glistening liquid against her lips, before licking it off sensuously.
"Mmmm, delicious," she said, before pressing her lips against his once more.
He tasted the faint but tangy flavor of his own seed against her lips and couldn’t help but suppress a gagging reflex, almost feeling the bile come up into Ophelia’s mouth, which he tried to resist as he was worried what worse she could do to him if that bile did come up. Unfortunately, she did notice, and tightened her grip on his shaft to a near painful manner, making him arch his body, screaming in her mouth. As he thrashed, he felt her giggling against his mouth.
With wide eyes, his hands clawing at the grass, he came to realize she was enjoying this, enjoying having him suffer beneath him, and as she pulled away from his mouth, her lids almost clouded over, he realized he was on the mark.
She pushed two fingers just past her lips after releasing his member, they coming away with thick strands of saliva. She grinned, her tongue snaking around her lips as she looked down at him, tongue flicking over the sharp points of her canines.
Raki’s heart skipped a beat as he saw that, remembering that the woman was part yoma and could very well eat him. Nothing of the sort had ever passed Clare’s mind or been presented in her actions, but this woman was so on edge, he had no idea what he could or could not expect from her.
So engrossed was he in looking at her face, he hadn’t noticed where her hand had wandered down to until she was once more stroking his member, making him arch his back.
“Gah-aaahhh...” he yelped, squeezing his eyes shut, trying his best to ignore the feelings this woman was causing his body.
She leaned in, kissing him lightly on the lips then pulled away, only to run her tongue over his chin and lips like an animal, her eyes turning from their normal silver to an eerie golden, common of the yoma or when a claymore was becoming excited. Excited.... shit, she was excited! This was bad. What would she..
She leaned close, whispering against his ear. “I’m going to let your hands go now, boy. Try not to do anything stupid while I’m below. You wouldn’t want to lose “that” now, would you?”
She pulled away, patting him lightly on the cheek in an almost motherly fashion before flashing that smile once more, both hands sliding down his chest and stomach, her head disappearing below his vision as she made her way to his hips, fear keeping him in place.
As Ophelia's hands left his wrists, Raki's whole body tensed up. Every fiber in his body was screaming at him to do something, anything...but he felt like he was frozen, his arms and throbbing wrists motionless over his head. He stared straight up into the forest canopy, strangely aware of the slight breeze rustling the leaves as he felt the woman's hot breath trail down his body. Woman, woman, woman, he kept repeating to himself silently, as the thought of her yoma side revealing itself was too frightening for him to handle, though ever present at the edge of his mind, not letting him rest or relax.
Ophelia's hands slid down his side, from the chest to his hips, and then lower...her long fingers curling around his body and pressing into his backside. He tried to keep his eyes focused on the canopy above, but she would have none of it.
"Look at me, boy, and don't turn away," she said, her voice at once commanding and terrifying.
Raki obeyed, reluctantly, tilting his head up slightly and looking down at her. His eyes shot right to her fangs, protruding slightly from her full lips, unnervingly close to the tip of his cock. Her right hand left his ass and came around to cup his balls, squeezing them lightly. Raki yelped in more fright than pain, her fingers caressing his ball sack, sending tingles up his spine.
"Be a good boy, and you may enjoy yourself," she spoke quietly, her tongue flicking out quickly over the tip of his cock, bringing a loud moan from the prone figure, "Misbehave, and there will be consequences."
She presented her fangs more prominently to Raki, leaving no doubt of the intended threat.
"You're just a human, boy,” she said. “If I cut something off of you, it won't grow back."
Raki quailed, and nodded quickly, sweat beading down his forehead.
"I'll do what you say, I promise," he heard himself saying.
She smiled, and lowered her mouth towards his erection.
Raki squirmed as Ophelia administered her attentions on his body, her tongue running up the length of his hardening shaft, sending shivers of excitement down his body. Despite his fear, he felt his member stiffen as she ran her long silky tongue over the length of it and then prodded the tip of it with her tongue, spreading it open.
He founds himself yelling loudly then, his back arching as the pleasures racked his body, sending spasms through his being. Her hand stroked the length of his member as she smiled gleefully like some wicked jester.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” she said, eyes wide and large, her ears twitching in excitement. “What a wicked little boy.”
Raki found himself unable to answer, simply trying to suppress a moan as she leaned back down, running small circles over the head of his penis.
“Now please...” she said in a dark tone, “don’t cum too soon. It’ll spoil the fun.”
Raki could only grit his teeth, already feeling the precum at the head of his member as Ophelia cleaned it off with a stroke of her tongue, before opening her mouth wider than he’d believe her capable of and swallowed his member almost whole before pressing her lips tightly against his shaft and pulling up slowly, keeping her eyes locked on his own as she did so.
Raki’s hands clawed at the dirty earth beneath him, gasping noises escaping from his lips as his member shuddered inside this woman’s mouth. He couldn’t believe his body was responding this way to a rape, or that this woman seemed so skilled at what she was doing. As her lips traveled down the length of his shaft once more, Raki arched his back, gasping, his member twitching violently. He was unsure how long he could actually hold out against the woman and feared what would happen if he did cum early. As her lips began to pull at his foreskin once more, shooting so many electrical signals through his member, he could only claw futilely at the earth and beg whatever gods above would listen to grant him perseverance.
Raki squeezed his eyes shut, and tried in vain to ignore the sensations coursing through his body. He tried to picture all the evil Ophelia was capable of, the abuse and threats to Clare, anything to take his mind off of his predicament. He couldn't cum from being raped by Ophelia, he couldn't!
But nothing in Raki's mind could override his body’s sensations. Each time her mouth slid down his shaft, his hips bucked up in response and his back arched. Each time her tongue flicked around the head, he gasped out loud and groaned. And each time she slid her mouth down to his balls and sucked them between her scalding lips, he screamed out, sending birds flapping off from the branches above.
Finally, he couldn't control himself any longer, the electricity coursing through his body close to overloading. Giving up on all pride, and with great humiliation, he cried out to Ophelia, "Please, please let me cum...I have to...I need to."
Utterly defeated, he stared blankly at the sky as he eagerly awaited her response.
Ophelia stopped momentarily as she looked at him with a frown, two fingers squeezing lightly at his member as her eyes narrowed. He started to grow scared when her eyes started to grow larger, grin spreading into a maniacal smile.
“Alright, little boy,” she said, “but you’re going to have to pay me back too.”
“Alright! Anything!” he yelled, no longer able to control himself. “Just let me cum!”
She squeezed at his member with her two fingers, a thin smile on her lips as Raki clawed at the earth beneath him, arching his back, his body almost at the peak of releasing its seed.
“What a greedy little boy.”
She leaned down again, kissing the head of his penis softly, making it shudder. Raki grit his teeth as her tongue ran up the length, her mouth preparing to take it once more when he shot his load.
“Gah!” he heard Ophelia scream, but felt himself unable to hold himself back, a loud groan escaping his lips as his body shuddered with the release, his member continuing to spray his load out into the sky. As he began to calm, he felt Ophelia’s tongue on his member once more, cleaning the liquid from his member, even running it between his two ball sacks, making his member twitch in readiness once more. She sucked at the head of his cock, taking it in part way before letting it flip out with a pop.
He clawed at the earth, squeezing his eyes shut, wondering how much longer this would go on when he felt his member released, the woman on top of him once more, her shadow blocking out the sun. He turned slowly, regarding her, heart nearly skipping a beat as he saw her above him, cum running down the right side of her face and over the tip of her nose, her grin filled with his liquid seed as her eyes shown a brilliant gold.
“S-sorry,” he murmured. “I... mmmmph!”
He felt the taste of his own fluids as Ophelia pressed her mouth against his own once more, invading his, tongue pushing against the roof of his mouth, tasting of his own foul seed. Raki could only squeeze his eyes shut and bear it.
He concentrated on breathing, a job that was getting considerably more challenging. His mouth was completely covered by Ophelia's, his lips crushed against hers, his tongue trying to keep hers from choking him. The taste of her saliva intermingled with his seed rushed through his head, as did the sensation of her firm breasts pressed against his still clothed chest. He felt sweat bead on his forehead, although he wasn't sure if it was his or hers.
Raki sucked in a huge breath as Ophelia suddenly raised her head, and sat up, still straddling the boy's prone body. She gazed down at him hungrily, her eyes blazing, her tongue flicking out to consume a drop of his seed that had made its way from her cheek to her lips. Reaching towards his neck, she took hold of his tunic and with an effortless pull, tore it completely from his body, leaving him nude among the pine needles and fallen leaves.
"Mmmm...what a defenseless boy. I could leave you in pieces for the forest animals, but I'd rather give you a chance to prove your worth." She smiled as she talked, her hands snaking back and unclasping her cloak, tossing it aside, followed by her armor, which clattered to the floor.
He couldn't help but gasp as he stared at her upper body, clad only in a skintight fabric that barely contained her breasts, her hard nipples practically ripping though the thin cloth. He instinctively reached towards her, but her arm moved almost too quick to be seen, backhanding him across the face, sending the dazed boy back to the ground.
"You touch me without my direction, and I'll cut off those delicate wrists and toss them to the wolves. You lie still, and do exactly as I tell you."
“Y-yes, Mam,” he said, forcing his hands back to the sides of his head.
“Good,” she said, her eyes lighting with that dark joy he’d come to know well in the last few minutes. “Now, just stay there while I get a bit more comfortable.”
He laid there, watching as she undressed, taking her gauntlets and boots off, the hip guard coming away and landing with a loud clang on the floor. Soon her hands were slipping down her hips, exposing her shapely pelvis, a tuft of hair just covering the top of her womanhood. He felt his own rod stiffen as he looked at her, almost forgetting who those hips belonged to, already moist with a liquid flowing from between them.
She laughed as she saw his member spring up.
“What an eager little boy,” she said. “But not yet, dearie. First, you have to satisfy me, then can get to the main course!”
Raki lay there, confused, looking at her quizzically.
“What?”
She squatted above him, feet to either side of his neck as she looked down at him, grinning.
“I made you cum, so now.. You need to do the same for me.”
Before Raki could question this further, the woman pressed her hips against his face, rubbing her pelvis against his mouth.
“No more questions, boy,” she said. “You better get to work!”
Raki was momentarily stunned, his eyes wide, his body immobile. He felt like his mind was working in slow motion, Ophelia's actions coming quicker than his brain could wrap around them. If the sight of her breasts had left him breathless, it was nothing compared to watching her remove her pants and stand above him, the curved hips, the long legs, the small patch of hair between them...Raki could do nothing but gawk silently, his mouth hanging open in amazement and awe.
It felt like everything in the world had slowed down, the sound of the wind, the rustle of the leaves, the chirping of the birds. Raki felt like he was floating through a strange dream as Ophelia bent her knees, kneeling over his face, and then dropped her hips suddenly, pressing herself against his mouth.
The sensations flooded through him, a confusing combination of lust, disgust, fear and excitement coursing though his soul in that one instant. The warm, wet folds of her flesh pressed into his lips, and he instinctively flicked out his tongue, covering it in her slick juices. The soft hair tickled his nostrils as he licked at her swollen lips furtively, not knowing exactly what to do.
"Mmm...good,' he heard Ophelia say above him. "You might not be so useless after all. If you stop before I tell you to, I'll rip out your tongue."
Raki's eyes shot wide open, although he wasn't sure if it was from the threat, or from the sight of Ophelia caressing her own breasts, her thumbs running over her hard nipples. He felt a renewed throbbing from between his own legs, but knew that there was nothing he could do about that at the moment, and brought his attention back to her.
He sucked one of the folds in between his lips, and heard her moan softly in response. He opened his mouth wide to lap up the juices dripping from her, a warm and musky scent wafting up his nose. She shifted her hips slightly, and the flat of his tongue hit against a hard little button of skin. He heard Ophelia gasp overhead as his tongue flicked over the small bud. He licked at it experimentally, and could feel it throbbing slightly against him. Encouraged by the noises above him, he swirled his tongue around it in a slow circle.
Ophelia rubbed the cloth between her body and skin, massaging her breasts, feeling the heat in her body rise.
Gods, she thought, this little boy was doing really well at heating her body, making her hot with desire. She bucked against his face and she found his hands wrapping around her hips, holding her tighter as his mouth explored her inner recesses. She arched her back and moaned, biting back on her lips.
“Fuck,” she gasped. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck me.”
She ground her hips against his face, holding his hair tight with one hand as she rubbed her left breast with the other, molding the soft flesh. She couldn’t take it anymore and her clothes now felt stifling. She began to remove her top, having initially thought to keep it on due to the scar tissue that ran up from her belly up to the base of her neck, like all warriors have. The living flesh of the yoma embedded inside her, pulsing with the tissue. The idea was to keep the boy excited while she got off and not have him distracted by the scarred flesh, but fuck it, she was too hot to be bothered with “his” sensibilities.
As she tossed the garment aside, another wave of energy rushed through her body, making her arch her back and shudder.
“God! Fuck!” she howled at the sky, grinding against the boy’s face. Not a boy really, she thought, even if he looked young, but a man. Fuck... a man. Gods... she was raping... a man. Gods...
Another shudder racked her body, her hips trembling against the man’s face. Fuck. She couldn’t think how long she’d really be able to hold out before she came. Then... what games would she play with her little friend? She grinned, thinking on it, her hips thrusting against his face as another wave of excitement coursed through her.
Her hips ground against him, heat from her nether regions rising, a growl escaping from her lips as she found her body tensing, shifting against him. Fuck it, she couldn’t awaken. She couldn’t... mmm... she groaned, tilting her head to the side, digging her nails into her own thighs.
“Fuck me,” she gasped, swaying her hips against the young man’s face. “Do me more... fuck!”

Raki could feel his face being ground into the floor, the woman’s excitability making itself apparent as he began to have some difficulty breathing, but he kept on with his work, even as his nails dug into her hips, biting down into her, he worked his tongue, suckling on the folds of her flesh, pulling at it lightly before turning his attentions back to her bud, where he’d circle it with his tongue, flicking at it lightly before suckling at it. This drew a shuddering cry from the woman, who ground his face further into the earth as a spray of warmth flooded over his face, choking him as he had to swallow the flavor in his mouth if he were to breathe, his face covered in the sticky substance as he coughed.
Ophelia rubbed her hips lightly against him now, pressing the warmth against his face as he gasped. As the woman slowed above him, he wondered if it was over, his nose almost pressed against that firm bud which twitched against his skin. Then the woman began stroking his member with her palm, chuckling lightly. He gasped against her, almost choking on the flesh of her womanhood.
She spoke above him, his eyes immediately drawn to her face. Even with his vision blurred, he could see this woman above him, a shadow towering over him, eyes a brilliant dark gold which looked upon him hungrily and he shuddered in fear and shamefully, lust.
“Alright, boy,” she said above him, “let’s get to the final stage of our game.”

She’d felt that energy race through her body, making her cum, hard, her body shuddering above the boy who she’d made fuck her after she’d gotten him off. As she basked in the after effects of her orgasm, swaying lightly over him, she stared with a haze, overcome with lust. Her lips parted, her hand coming up to her right breast, circling the mound of flesh lightly, feeling tingles of energy shift through her.
Fuck, she needed more. She looked down at him and told him to prepare for the final stage. She wondered if it really was though and leaned back, gripping his member, stroking it lightly, feeling the member hardening in her hand. Mm.... she needed that inside her now. Her pussy was wet with need and she couldn’t get off without him inside her. How did that other girl never fuck this boy when he was so good? How? It seemed a crime to let him go to waste like that. Well, it’s not a mistake she’d make.
She rose from his body and slowly sunk herself onto his body, arching her back as her depths were penetrated for the first time in many months now. Her lips parted, a gasp coming from them as her eyes fluttered. Yes.... she needed this. She needed him inside her, needed to fuck, to feed the beast within.

She began with slow up and down strokes, hearing as the boy gasped out beneath her, feeling her body cupping his manhood. She could feel his member twitch inside her, the fluids probably already setting to release within her. She couldn’t bring herself to care much as she brought herself down on him, then slid back up to come slide back down again, rubbing her hips against his body which brought another moan from his lips. She just didn’t care, because she needed him, needed this... feeling, inside her. It had been so long since she’d had a good lay and she’d use this man as hard and as much as she wanted until her body felt satiated. Wether he came inside her or not before then, mattered little. It’s not like she could get pregnant anyways. A benefit of the demon scarification was no rug rats to worry about being formed in the stove because of some... “fun.”
She felt him stir inside her and moaned. His body responded to her own thrust and answered with its own. This caused her to respond in turn with her own body thrusting down on him, grinding against his groin. It brought another cry from his lips, his nails digging into her exposed skin. His cock slammed into her womanhood, making her cry out. She grinned, feeling a hot blush creep up her face.
“So you want to play it that way,” she said, her eyes falling on his own which seemed to grow larger with each word. “Fine, I can play that way too!”
She slammed back onto him, the force making him cry out, the head of his cock slammed into the edges of her womb as a result, ripping a cry from her own lips. Gods, she thought, it really was good to fuck.
Her hips seemed to move of their own accord, the heat of her body rising and her orgasm began to build anew...

Raki could only groan as this woman rode him, used him like a piece of meat. Part of him felt remorse, regret, that he was participating in such lewd acts with a woman who was not Clare but then he remembered as well, Clare would never have gotten involved with him in such a way to perform such acts. It just wasn’t her character. She looked at him... too much like a ... brother. It galled at him, that truth of the matter. He’d always considered her more than that, looked up to her and wanted to be close to her. Closer than a brother could ever be. If only she’d have allowed him such, he wouldn’t be here now, his virginity being stripped away by a sociopath filled with lust.
Another cry escaped his lips and he grit his teeth as he looked towards the woman who rode him as he winced.
“Not so hard, kay,” he said, “I’m not as durable as you.”
“Aaahhhh,” said the woman, as she slowly rubbed her hips against his groin while leaning towards him, her lips only inches away from his own. “Am I gonna’ bwake my toy if I ride it too hard?”
She came back down on him with a thud, a cry escaping his lips as his hips protested against the assault. He could see that grin spread across her lips, her eyes shining more brightly as she licked her upper lip, her body quivering in excitement.
“Good,” she said as she slapped him lightly on the cheek. “If you can’t last, you weren’t worth my time to begin with.”
Raki grit his teeth in annoyance, tried to keep in mind that the acts he was involved in weren’t consensual. They were based on a woman taking what she desired and he was the object of which she was showering her attentions. Nothing more. He just wished he could convince his body of the fact, as though it protested to how she rode him, it liked that she did, his balls feeling rather warm as his member felt especially hot within her loins. Ophelia’s tight hips pulled at his member like a set of lips pulling at his own, coaxing his seed out and he could not see that he would last much longer against her efforts. As her grinding became more great, so did the coaxing of her body.
“O-ophelia!” he yelled, “I’m ... I’m going to cum!”
“Just a little more....” she said, her body arching, the two round orbs of her perfectly shaped breasts jutting out towards him, arousing him further as he saw the two pointed tips of her nipples.
“Gods!” he said, turning away to avoid his arousal more than anything else. A bitter tear ran down his eye as he thought of Clare, the woman who he’d first started this trek with. How he wished it were she who were riding him, stroking his member, driving into him wildly as her body danced above him, and for a moment, he saw her above him, her blonde hair radiant in the sun against her pale skin as she looked upon him with golden eyes and he couldn’t help but wrap his arms around the woman, pulling her down beneath him, kissing her fully on the lips, his tongue invading her mouth as he rode her.
She responded in turn, trying to devour him, her nails raked down his spine, bringing a cry from his lips, her legs wrapped tightly around his hips, crushing his waist to her body. Still, he rode her, his strokes more controlled now as he slowed down but the heat continued to rise. His body rubbed against the upper regions of her vaginal lips and the woman beneath him moaned, her hips rising to meet his own, she stroking his member with her flowery lips. She gripped his head, bringing him down against her chest as she arched her back, the waves of her orgasm answering, her body vibrating with stimuli which finally removed the final will from his own body and Raki cried out against her shoulder as he bit down on it, his body spilling his seed inside her, coating her womb with his essence. He held her against him, the final dredges of seed emptying into her body until he was spent and he lay against her, panting.
“Clare...” he whispered.
A sharp pain broke him from his trance and he lifted away from the woman beneath him as he put his hand up to his ear. The woman smiled softly, staring at him with eyes a duller shade of gold than they once were, warm with their life, a trickle of blood at her lips.
“You know I’m not Clare, right?” she said.
He did not respond, instead reminded of “who” she was by the trail of red running down his right ear. She stood up and walked towards him, pulling his hand away from his ear, leaning towards it and ran her tongue over it, her breath blowing into his ear.
“I suppose I can forgive you.... this time,” she said. “But you’d better not make that mistake next time unless you want to be mute.”
“Next time?” he said, looking at her with horror, his heart racing through his chest at a thunderous pace.
She grinned, letting a finger trail over his cheek before she kissed him lightly on the lips.
“I think I’m going to keep you.. Boy,” she said. “You’ve been... amusing. And I wouldn’t want the fun to end just when we are getting to know each other. Don’t you agree?”
Her teeth shone wickedly, the gold glint returning to her eyes. Raki could only swallow his fear, knowing he had no say in the matter, his mind reeling with the meaning of this. He’d just become a half yoma’s sex slave and this terrified him. Part of him yelled, telling him to run, but all he could do was stare at his new “master” as she grinned down at him as her fingers trailed down his skin and wonder if it could really get any worse?
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