Their body types had no business being compared, so following this line of logic, what happened next would border painful for the elder Kindred. A tall and slender frame such as hers was better suited coupled with artisans and sculptors, painters and poets. Toreador, perhaps. Instead, she was pinned where he had thought to position her, bent over the counter by a creature far too large to be considered human. The stranger towered over Kitja like a bad omen, finding his hand now firmly grasped around her wind pipe while he issued warnings. Expelling a choked sound, she was left speechless. Had she found his soft spot when she spoke of god? Was this a moment of weakness on his part? In the eyes of the audience, the woman trapped was left with her thoughts in the company of a monster, which seemed almost too ironic given their two very different statures in the game played.
But she knew she was being taught a lesson for disobedience.
Neither contested what the marine wanted, given it was obvious as his raiments were removed piece by piece. An unfamiliar clatter of metal meeting wood rang through the otherwise silent shop that played host only to the faintest signs of distress from the outside world. Kitja would struggle as best she could with strong fingers so insistent to remain firm around her throat, but it was to no avail, and she felt that streak of defiance waning ever so slightly as his free hand ripped away the lower layers of her skirt. Fabric was tossed asideto reveal the smooth skin of her ass and thighs, with only the faintest scars adorning the inner flesh. Love bites, commonly enough. Old wounds from old lovers. Her life in the shadows reflected through whose teeth had been where on her body. Now, with the soldier's breath hot against the expanse of her throat that was still free, Kitja shivered and shook her head.
A futile means of expressing her discomfort.
Then, more heat approached between her spread thighs, and Kitja suddenly arched backwards as a cock too big for her tight sex forced it's way through her nude folds. The woman cried out, tensed, as he spoke one last time just beside her ear, though the creature's attention had drowned out his jeering in favor of focusing on what invaded her body. The marine didn't fit at first, but that didn't seem like much of an obstacle as his cock pushed through the barrier of her taut muscles, expanding them so they wrapped in a strangle hold around his girth. Her features could only turn so much, leaving her portrait sidelong for him to observe as she whispered hurriedly, "Ostanovis-" Though, in light of this intrusion and the shaking in her legs as her figure was propped upright by her attacker, Kitja didn't seem capable of getting away.
Or she wasn't willing to try fighting him off. It was easier to take his cock, regardless it's size, than it was to mend the damages he would do to her larynx and throat if he squeezed any harder. Having no true need to breathe, it was for vanity's sake she retain the ability to speak, but losing that ability was far more frightening than being fucked by the stranger. The fit would remain incredibly tight even as he based himself, though trickles of crimson would trail down her inner thighs as testament to just what his cock had done to the woman.
But she knew she was being taught a lesson for disobedience.
Neither contested what the marine wanted, given it was obvious as his raiments were removed piece by piece. An unfamiliar clatter of metal meeting wood rang through the otherwise silent shop that played host only to the faintest signs of distress from the outside world. Kitja would struggle as best she could with strong fingers so insistent to remain firm around her throat, but it was to no avail, and she felt that streak of defiance waning ever so slightly as his free hand ripped away the lower layers of her skirt. Fabric was tossed asideto reveal the smooth skin of her ass and thighs, with only the faintest scars adorning the inner flesh. Love bites, commonly enough. Old wounds from old lovers. Her life in the shadows reflected through whose teeth had been where on her body. Now, with the soldier's breath hot against the expanse of her throat that was still free, Kitja shivered and shook her head.
A futile means of expressing her discomfort.
Then, more heat approached between her spread thighs, and Kitja suddenly arched backwards as a cock too big for her tight sex forced it's way through her nude folds. The woman cried out, tensed, as he spoke one last time just beside her ear, though the creature's attention had drowned out his jeering in favor of focusing on what invaded her body. The marine didn't fit at first, but that didn't seem like much of an obstacle as his cock pushed through the barrier of her taut muscles, expanding them so they wrapped in a strangle hold around his girth. Her features could only turn so much, leaving her portrait sidelong for him to observe as she whispered hurriedly, "Ostanovis-" Though, in light of this intrusion and the shaking in her legs as her figure was propped upright by her attacker, Kitja didn't seem capable of getting away.
Or she wasn't willing to try fighting him off. It was easier to take his cock, regardless it's size, than it was to mend the damages he would do to her larynx and throat if he squeezed any harder. Having no true need to breathe, it was for vanity's sake she retain the ability to speak, but losing that ability was far more frightening than being fucked by the stranger. The fit would remain incredibly tight even as he based himself, though trickles of crimson would trail down her inner thighs as testament to just what his cock had done to the woman.
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