The force sent Kitja rocking forward into the counter top, which was soon followed a pained gasp, strained by clenched fingers constricting her throat. Her body remained locked and resistant, the initial shove inwards doing nothing to relinquish the tightness of her spread cunt. He would be met with blood, slick and viscous in how it drained along the length of the stranger's shaft. She still hadn't been given a name, though at this point, Kitja had no want nor desire to know more about the marine. The pain was a searing sort that seemed to branch from his penetrating lunges to her thighs, and radiate upwards into the pit of her stomach. Her torso remained bent to accommodate the male and his positioning, as she couldn't foresee fighting his assault successfully, and otherwise knew the worst would come if she didn't play his game.
A hand knotted itself in her auburn locks, and abruptly, she was jerked back to face the male in a sideways way; only catching that smirk he offered in her peripherals. Blinking, she tensed and seized as his entirety had shoved past her inner muscles, forcing the Kindred to house his cock while it pulsed and thrummed, oblivious to the sparks of pain it caused. She mouthed her discomfort in a shallow manner, unable to capture the full sentiment with the sounds her throat was able to attain. Small noises, weak and choked, that grew escalated when the male had pulled back his hips just to smash them back into the meat of her ass once more. It obviously hurt when she was initially made to fit his cock, but a new sort of pain evolved from the pace he chose to take.
That morbid sense of enjoyment didn't overshadow the injuries, and with blood used as lubricant, she could only imagine what sort of fetishes the marine harbored. In her state, her fangs extended slightly, with their tips burying into her bottom lip as though hoping to anchor her mouth shut. Less crying to be heard in darkness, even if he could see her face distort with discomfort and unwilling ecstasy. Kitja was a creature that had adapted through the ages by learning to manipulate and change what obstacles set themselves in her path. She could enjoy what he did if she wanted to, even if only slightly, because she could imagine what drove his thirst. A Vampire knew well what craven debauchery was available to those willing to throw their morality to the wind, and in some odd fashion, she didn't blame her captor for acting on his animal instincts.
Had she not done the same in the past?
But those days were long behind Kitja, replaced by the court and the Camarilla - those who would give her a second chance when she least deserved it. "I-I will not-.." The woman managed to breathe through sharp thrusts and the aching of her stretched hole engulfing the soldier's cock. It didn't sound all too convincing, but surrendering to this outsider had never been an option. He could defile her all he liked, but he was only buying time for the woman to orchestrate excuses on who the true xenos were. She would lie when she needed to, when he had finished, or thought to have stolen her dignity; her mind never ceased it's tireless work.
A hand knotted itself in her auburn locks, and abruptly, she was jerked back to face the male in a sideways way; only catching that smirk he offered in her peripherals. Blinking, she tensed and seized as his entirety had shoved past her inner muscles, forcing the Kindred to house his cock while it pulsed and thrummed, oblivious to the sparks of pain it caused. She mouthed her discomfort in a shallow manner, unable to capture the full sentiment with the sounds her throat was able to attain. Small noises, weak and choked, that grew escalated when the male had pulled back his hips just to smash them back into the meat of her ass once more. It obviously hurt when she was initially made to fit his cock, but a new sort of pain evolved from the pace he chose to take.
That morbid sense of enjoyment didn't overshadow the injuries, and with blood used as lubricant, she could only imagine what sort of fetishes the marine harbored. In her state, her fangs extended slightly, with their tips burying into her bottom lip as though hoping to anchor her mouth shut. Less crying to be heard in darkness, even if he could see her face distort with discomfort and unwilling ecstasy. Kitja was a creature that had adapted through the ages by learning to manipulate and change what obstacles set themselves in her path. She could enjoy what he did if she wanted to, even if only slightly, because she could imagine what drove his thirst. A Vampire knew well what craven debauchery was available to those willing to throw their morality to the wind, and in some odd fashion, she didn't blame her captor for acting on his animal instincts.
Had she not done the same in the past?
But those days were long behind Kitja, replaced by the court and the Camarilla - those who would give her a second chance when she least deserved it. "I-I will not-.." The woman managed to breathe through sharp thrusts and the aching of her stretched hole engulfing the soldier's cock. It didn't sound all too convincing, but surrendering to this outsider had never been an option. He could defile her all he liked, but he was only buying time for the woman to orchestrate excuses on who the true xenos were. She would lie when she needed to, when he had finished, or thought to have stolen her dignity; her mind never ceased it's tireless work.
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