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ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴀʀꜱ! ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ! ɴᴏᴛ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ꜱᴘᴀɪɴ. ɴᴏᴛ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀꜱꜱᴀꜱꜱɪɴꜱ. ɴᴏᴛ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ. ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴀʙᴀɢᴀɪʟ ʜᴏʀɴɪɢᴏʟᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏ ᴍᴀɴ. ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ʀᴇɪɢɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜱᴡᴏʀᴅ ɪɴ ʜᴀɴᴅ. ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴʏ ᴡʜᴏ ꜱʜᴀʟʟ ꜱᴛᴀɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴡᴀʏ ꜱʜᴀʟʟ ꜰᴀʟʟ.
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Indie Semi Selective Abagail Hornigold
Multiship, OC and Crossover friendly
Main rules: No godmodding and no over use of descriptive gore.
Penned lovingly by Mijol [mun is 21+]
@prctectedlegacy
Cont. from here
Lips purse into a tight line. All that worry and uncertainty he has gathered throughout the months he has spent looking for the artifacts comes back stronger than ever.
They will not trust you, and deep within he knows that. Yet, here he is, still wanting to prove himself to Achilles so he can see that he is trustworthy. But it has been years, and nothing has changed. His behavior hasn't been the best, but again--how could the Assassins claim and fight for freedom but be against the liberty to speak and think differently than them?
He follows her with his gaze, not saying a word for the moment. However, her last statement leaves him perplexed.
'' Wait…what are you talkin' about? ''
A small smile on her face, a softened predator's smile. Matronly concern, wrapped in a garrote wire. A wolf hidden in sheep's clothing - she was all of it and more, and yet she found this Assassin fascinating in a way she can't yet describe.
"Do you think they will let you live after this?" She asked him quietly. "You have encountered a Sage, boy. They will have questions. They will hunt me to the ends of the earth. And you will not be allowed to live - to spread what you have learned here."
She paused, a small frown replacing the smile on her face. "You have a choice to make here, one that will change history. And I will not stand in your way." She walked up to meet him and tilted her head, looking into his eyes, before moving to go around him.
"Now what are you doing here, in this old tomb?" The woman asks, stepping out from behind where the "apple" was, a small smile on her face. "In this place where millennia have passed without changing...are you here for my gem, perhaps? This thing that holds the world together?"
She looked at him, her brown and gold eyes meeting his. "I've warned your kind before, but no one ever listens to me."
" You are one of those who came before? " Shay asks, observing the woman with deep curiosity.
He has never been an overly religious person, but he could not deny that seeing something as this for the first time brought him a mix of conflicted feelings. But, conflicted or not, he was still determined to carry on the task assigned. He clears his throat.
" I have been sent here by my Mentor to retrieve the artifact so it won't fall into the wrong hands." He spoke loud and clear. He had no ill intentions and he wanted to prove her that. " I mean no harm, though. I promise. "
"I've been called that before. Throughout the centuries, different names. Different people. All to see her again. My beloved, you see."
She moved between him and his quarry, tilting her head to the side as she appraised him. "Your Mentor has sent you to your death. Just like the one in Havana. He was so nice to me... But he did not listen. Refused to heed my warnings. Did they not tell you what became of Havana. I heard many lost their lives."
She turns around to face the artifact, tensing. "You claim to not come to harm me, but how can I trust you? It was one of you who killed me before. Your kind hunts me as if I am prey. Why should I trust you?"
He takes his time to answer her question, a frown forming on his face as he ponders his next words.
He remembers overhearing Achilles conversation with Adewale regarding the disaster in the West Indies. Adewale had warned him of those temples immense power. But, if the Artifacts were as dangerous as the godly being in front of him said, then why did Achilles insist on wanting to retrieve them? This didn’t make any sense…
His apprehension about the matter became clear on his face. But, if there was one thing he had been taught by the Brotherhood, was to never question the Creed. Achilles was a capable mentor and he should trust him, that was what Liam said.
“ Well, you have every right to not trust me. “ he began, focusing his attention on her again. “ But my Creed has taught me to stay my blade from the flesh of the innocent, and I will always do so, no matter what '' a solemn look.
She whirled to face him, a finger pointed in his direction, a frown on her face. "Stay your blade from the flesh of the innocent? Does this absolve you if the blood you will shed if you take this artifact? Will it make you feel any better, knowing that they will die because of you and yours?"
She approached him slowly, walking around him, her back against him as she did so and said, "You've come so far, for something you cannot have. For something that will not bring your redemption. They will not trust you, these people to whom you give allegiance. Why have they sent you alone?"
She stood in front of him now, her head tilted up to look at him and said, "I can protect you from them."
"Now what are you doing here, in this old tomb?" The woman asks, stepping out from behind where the "apple" was, a small smile on her face. "In this place where millennia have passed without changing...are you here for my gem, perhaps? This thing that holds the world together?"
She looked at him, her brown and gold eyes meeting his. "I've warned your kind before, but no one ever listens to me."
" You are one of those who came before? " Shay asks, observing the woman with deep curiosity.
He has never been an overly religious person, but he could not deny that seeing something as this for the first time brought him a mix of conflicted feelings. But, conflicted or not, he was still determined to carry on the task assigned. He clears his throat.
" I have been sent here by my Mentor to retrieve the artifact so it won't fall into the wrong hands." He spoke loud and clear. He had no ill intentions and he wanted to prove her that. " I mean no harm, though. I promise. "
"I've been called that before. Throughout the centuries, different names. Different people. All to see her again. My beloved, you see."
She moved between him and his quarry, tilting her head to the side as she appraised him. "Your Mentor has sent you to your death. Just like the one in Havana. He was so nice to me... But he did not listen. Refused to heed my warnings. Did they not tell you what became of Havana. I heard many lost their lives."
She turns around to face the artifact, tensing. "You claim to not come to harm me, but how can I trust you? It was one of you who killed me before. Your kind hunts me as if I am prey. Why should I trust you?"
(For Kesegowaase)
In London, Abagail is Grand Master. In London, their daughter, Jennifer, is 2 years old.
It was a long day, Abby realizes, stepping into their shared home and pausing to take a deep breath. She needs him, wants him. He knows what she needs after a day like this.
@prctectedlegacy / Kesegowaase.
The Native American had noticed his lover come into the house almost immediately. His eyes scanning over Abagail as showed signs of stress. Lucky for her, their 2 year old daughter was sound asleep and wouldn't disturb Kesegowaase from giving Abby the attention she needed.
"Long day?" The man whispers to her in a soft voice, his eyes looking at her beauty with a soft smile. His lips gently press against her neck, his hands moving to the buttons of her blouse as he slowly peels the fabric from her skin.
Kesegowaase pulls Abagail back into the room, kissing her neck over and over again, her words ringing into his ear and making his fat girth throb inside her folds.
The Native picks her up suddenly, letting Abagail wrap her legs around his waist. He holds her in the air for a moment, kissing her passionately. Kesegowaase had missed the taste of her tongue for so long, and god did it feel so good to feel her exploring his mouth once more.
"I think I want to use one of your... other holes. Not your core... and not your mouth... your other hole." He purrs, knowing how foreign that was for them. But he wanted it. Wanted to fuck her tight ass and ravage it for her. To make her feel tense and excited all at the same time.
"Will it fit?' Abagail asked him, still high on the pleasure that he's giving her.
"I wanna try it, love."
(For Kesegowaase)
In London, Abagail is Grand Master. In London, their daughter, Jennifer, is 2 years old.
It was a long day, Abby realizes, stepping into their shared home and pausing to take a deep breath. She needs him, wants him. He knows what she needs after a day like this.
@prctectedlegacy / Kesegowaase.
The Native American had noticed his lover come into the house almost immediately. His eyes scanning over Abagail as showed signs of stress. Lucky for her, their 2 year old daughter was sound asleep and wouldn't disturb Kesegowaase from giving Abby the attention she needed.
"Long day?" The man whispers to her in a soft voice, his eyes looking at her beauty with a soft smile. His lips gently press against her neck, his hands moving to the buttons of her blouse as he slowly peels the fabric from her skin.
He can feel her body desiring so much more, and her words of lust only begin to encourage Kesegowaase to continue his carnal desires with his wife. "If you desire me to give you a baby, then you will have it-" he growls into her ear.
His strong hands keep her hands and arms pinned by her back. Suddenly he's holding her so tight that he makes it so the woman can barely move. Then? It happens.
His thrusts pick up, and they became so much more powerful, his cock and hips smacking and pounding against her perfect ass and wet pussy, his cock opening her womb to prepare for her to take his hot fertile seed.
He watches the woman's breast bounce as he fucks her from behind, and soon he gives one final thrust that pushes her against the edge of the balcony, the wind grazing their naked skin. "I want everyone to watch me fuck you my love."
She grunts and moans at his thrusts, his grip keeping her in place.
She's his slut now, her mind not caring who sees her in this position.
"Please....oh my god....please fill me..." she moans.
(For Kesegowaase)
In London, Abagail is Grand Master. In London, their daughter, Jennifer, is 2 years old.
It was a long day, Abby realizes, stepping into their shared home and pausing to take a deep breath. She needs him, wants him. He knows what she needs after a day like this.
@prctectedlegacy / Kesegowaase.
The Native American had noticed his lover come into the house almost immediately. His eyes scanning over Abagail as showed signs of stress. Lucky for her, their 2 year old daughter was sound asleep and wouldn't disturb Kesegowaase from giving Abby the attention she needed.
"Long day?" The man whispers to her in a soft voice, his eyes looking at her beauty with a soft smile. His lips gently press against her neck, his hands moving to the buttons of her blouse as he slowly peels the fabric from her skin.
Oh how lustful it felt to feel the woman's soft breasts allowing his thick cock to slide in between them, her tits squeezing the girth of his length, making him shiver with pleasure, excitement running through his veins.
"Yes, yes, yes..." Kesegowaase moans out in his strong deep voice. Finally he leans down, picking his wife back up to her feet, carrying her to the balcony of their home.
He opens the door to the balcony, pushing the woman and bending her over the concrete wall that gave a beautiful view of London below.
Kesegowaase knew she would love the feeling of the outside air hitting her skin - and the thought of someone seeing him fucking her like a whore from below on the street.
His thick cock pushes into her pussy with ease, her folds having seemingly been used to his length entering her now. He grabs her arms, pinning them behind her back, using them to pull her back and forward onto his cock.
"Oh fuck!" Abagail moans as he enters her. She loves this feeling of the air hitting them. The hoping that they don't get caught.
His cock in her sends waves of pleasure through her body, and she loves it when he takes control.
Teasingly, hoping to get him worked up, she tries to match his hip movements to hers, pushing back on him when he enters her with each thrust.
"I want to make a baby..." she moans to him. "Please sir!"
(For Kesegowaase)
In London, Abagail is Grand Master. In London, their daughter, Jennifer, is 2 years old.
It was a long day, Abby realizes, stepping into their shared home and pausing to take a deep breath. She needs him, wants him. He knows what she needs after a day like this.
@prctectedlegacy / Kesegowaase.
The Native American had noticed his lover come into the house almost immediately. His eyes scanning over Abagail as showed signs of stress. Lucky for her, their 2 year old daughter was sound asleep and wouldn't disturb Kesegowaase from giving Abby the attention she needed.
"Long day?" The man whispers to her in a soft voice, his eyes looking at her beauty with a soft smile. His lips gently press against her neck, his hands moving to the buttons of her blouse as he slowly peels the fabric from her skin.
"Yes... yes.. there you go.." Kesegowaase purrs, a hand on the woman's head as she bobs her pretty mouth on his fat cock, her hand stroking the shaft that wouldn't fit into her mouth, shivers of pleasure shooting through his entire body.
He watches her in amazement, loving how she used her mouth and tongue, the veins along his girth throbbing at the feeling of her lips and mouth attacking his thick flesh.
Suddenly his cock is released from her mouth.. he has an idea.
He places his cock in between her breasts, his hand grabbing the back of her neck as he suddenly begins to fuck her breasts, sliding his length up and down between the soft flesh of Abby's tits.
Abby smiles at him, her face a mess of spit and tears. She loves this, loves being used by her husband.
She sees the tip of his cock between her breasts and spits, allowing him so badly.
(For Kesegowaase)
In London, Abagail is Grand Master. In London, their daughter, Jennifer, is 2 years old.
It was a long day, Abby realizes, stepping into their shared home and pausing to take a deep breath. She needs him, wants him. He knows what she needs after a day like this.
@prctectedlegacy / Kesegowaase.
The Native American had noticed his lover come into the house almost immediately. His eyes scanning over Abagail as showed signs of stress. Lucky for her, their 2 year old daughter was sound asleep and wouldn't disturb Kesegowaase from giving Abby the attention she needed.
"Long day?" The man whispers to her in a soft voice, his eyes looking at her beauty with a soft smile. His lips gently press against her neck, his hands moving to the buttons of her blouse as he slowly peels the fabric from her skin.
When the woman sinks to her knees, Kesegowaase's heart thumps against his chest, his eyes baring witness to such an erotic moment of his wife opening her mouth, her tongue on display.
The Native American grabs her by her hair, pushing his fat cock between her lips, thrusting down her throat, fucking her pretty mouth as if it was her pussy, his hips thrusting in and out, his shaft covered in the woman's spit.
He pulls his cock out of her mouth only for a moment before pushing it back in. "Stroke it. Suck on it like a good whore."
She moans and gags against his cock as he fucks her mouth. Her eyes stay on his, and she's sure somewhere in the back of her mind that Kesegowaase can see the moment she becomes a little brainless.
When he pulls out, a trail of spit follows his cock. She takes a deep breath before he pushes back in and she begins to bob her head, stroking what she can't fit into her mouth on her own.
(For Kesegowaase)
In London, Abagail is Grand Master. In London, their daughter, Jennifer, is 2 years old.
It was a long day, Abby realizes, stepping into their shared home and pausing to take a deep breath. She needs him, wants him. He knows what she needs after a day like this.
@prctectedlegacy / Kesegowaase.
The Native American had noticed his lover come into the house almost immediately. His eyes scanning over Abagail as showed signs of stress. Lucky for her, their 2 year old daughter was sound asleep and wouldn't disturb Kesegowaase from giving Abby the attention she needed.
"Long day?" The man whispers to her in a soft voice, his eyes looking at her beauty with a soft smile. His lips gently press against her neck, his hands moving to the buttons of her blouse as he slowly peels the fabric from her skin.
He knows exactly what she needs. The way she speaks to him in such a naughty tone makes his skin shiver with pleasure, excited at what what wanted from him.
"Then you'll be my slut tonight Abby." Kesegowaase's grip on her neck tightens. "You are going to do exactly what I say, and nothing less." He orders. "Now get on your fucking knees and open your mouth, I want to fuck it."
His hung cock grows between his strong legs, his underwear removed, revealing the hung tan girth with such a large thick tip that grows more and more, cock throbbing gently.
A sharp gasp escapes her as he tightens his grip. How he calls her his slut.
Almost on auto pilot she sinks to her knees. She stares at him as she opens her mouth, allowing her tongue to come out as well, waiting for him.
(For Kesegowaase)
In London, Abagail is Grand Master. In London, their daughter, Jennifer, is 2 years old.
It was a long day, Abby realizes, stepping into their shared home and pausing to take a deep breath. She needs him, wants him. He knows what she needs after a day like this.
@prctectedlegacy / Kesegowaase.
The Native American had noticed his lover come into the house almost immediately. His eyes scanning over Abagail as showed signs of stress. Lucky for her, their 2 year old daughter was sound asleep and wouldn't disturb Kesegowaase from giving Abby the attention she needed.
"Long day?" The man whispers to her in a soft voice, his eyes looking at her beauty with a soft smile. His lips gently press against her neck, his hands moving to the buttons of her blouse as he slowly peels the fabric from her skin.
The Native was dressed only in his underwear, relaxing for the day for once after successfully making sure that their daughter would be sound asleep for most of the day.
"You can be easy to read when you sigh like an exhausted soldier." He says in his strong voice, watching as Abby removes the ribbons of her skirt, the fabric on her body gently falling to the floor.
Kesegowaase's eyes widen, his strong scarred hands moving over her soft skin slowly. When he feels her grab his trousers, Kesegowaase suddenly moves a hand around her throat, kissing Abby, his tongue tasting her own.
When the kiss breaks he whispers to her. "They don't know how good you are for me." He purrs, a finger pushing between her lips for her to suck on while his other hand gently teases her core.
"Might as well be one, with the battles I fight to get one thing done."
Her hands pause in their movements at his kiss, his hand around her throat. She returns the kiss in kind, her eyes glancing quickly to their daughter's room, a questioning look in her eyes as she sucks his finger, feeling him touch her core.
After a moment, she pulls away, against the door, her eyes wandering his body. "Please...I need you to control this...make me your whore tonight."
(For Kesegowaase)
In London, Abagail is Grand Master. In London, their daughter, Jennifer, is 2 years old.
It was a long day, Abby realizes, stepping into their shared home and pausing to take a deep breath. She needs him, wants him. He knows what she needs after a day like this.
@prctectedlegacy / Kesegowaase.
The Native American had noticed his lover come into the house almost immediately. His eyes scanning over Abagail as showed signs of stress. Lucky for her, their 2 year old daughter was sound asleep and wouldn't disturb Kesegowaase from giving Abby the attention she needed.
"Long day?" The man whispers to her in a soft voice, his eyes looking at her beauty with a soft smile. His lips gently press against her neck, his hands moving to the buttons of her blouse as he slowly peels the fabric from her skin.
"Am I that easy to read?" She asks, putting a hand to the back of his head as he kisses her neck, sighing deeply.
"I could kill some of them," she whispers, letting him undress her. "They think you and Jenny are making me too soft a Grand Master--simply because I want peace."
She undoes the ribbons to her skirts and allows them to fall to the floor. "If they only knew how you really make me." She says, her hands moving to undo his trousers.
[ TWENTY-SIX ] : “ do you really hate me that much ?" to Kesegowaase?
@prctectedlegacy / Kesegowaase.
"More so the organization for which you represent rather than you as an individual." The Assassin explained as he crossed his arms, the smell of the river hitting his nostrils as they stood within the American frontier.
"I do not hate you. In another life, I feel we could have been... something other than enemies."
Kesegowaase takes a step close, his brutish body towering over the woman. "Though I do not see you as an enemy I suppose. We have a complicated relationship, there is no doubt to this... but in some strange way I truly admire you."
"You are the most lustful woman I've ever been with.." Kesegowaase purrs into her ear, nipping at her ear before grabbing her neck and kissing her passionately once more, a moan passing into her mouth from his own.
"I want to go to London with you.." he whispers inbetween soft kisses. "Even if it means turning in my hood and blades.. I don't want to leave you.." he purrs
Kesegowaase pushes his cock back inside her, needing to be inside her again. "Please let me come with you.."
Abagail rolls them over so she is laying on top of him, his cock stretching her so good. Seed drips from her core and she presses a long kiss onto his mouth before she begins to rock her hips.
This defiance...her attempting to pull some of the power away from Kesegowaase makes her moan, her hips rocking back and forth, as though daring him to take over.
"How can I say no if you ask like this?" She says to him, sitting straighter so she can get more of him inside her.
[ TWENTY-SIX ] : “ do you really hate me that much ?" to Kesegowaase?
@prctectedlegacy / Kesegowaase.
"More so the organization for which you represent rather than you as an individual." The Assassin explained as he crossed his arms, the smell of the river hitting his nostrils as they stood within the American frontier.
"I do not hate you. In another life, I feel we could have been... something other than enemies."
Kesegowaase takes a step close, his brutish body towering over the woman. "Though I do not see you as an enemy I suppose. We have a complicated relationship, there is no doubt to this... but in some strange way I truly admire you."
"Good girl - take it just like that-" he purrs to his lover softly. "Keep taking it Abigail, I know you can take every inch. You are such a good girl for me" Kesegowaase purrs to his love.
He tastes her tongue with ease, loving how it felt on his own, their mouths devouring one another in multiple passionate kisses as he keeps moaning loudly and hissing as his cock hits a certain spot deep within her.
"Oh gods.." he moans "I'm gonna fill you again, I'm gonna-" then it happens. His cock explodes inside her, hot cum filling her womb once more, somehow it seemed this orgasam from the Native was more intense and erotic.
So much seed dripped within her that Kesegowaase had to lean his head on her shoupder for support, placing gentle kisses on her neck.
As more seed fills her, her mind goes blank. A moaned scream leaves her panting and gasping, enjoying the feel of his kisses on her neck.
"Oh god..." she whispers to him. "Youre..." she let's out a small moan. "So good."
[ TWENTY-SIX ] : “ do you really hate me that much ?" to Kesegowaase?
@prctectedlegacy / Kesegowaase.
"More so the organization for which you represent rather than you as an individual." The Assassin explained as he crossed his arms, the smell of the river hitting his nostrils as they stood within the American frontier.
"I do not hate you. In another life, I feel we could have been... something other than enemies."
Kesegowaase takes a step close, his brutish body towering over the woman. "Though I do not see you as an enemy I suppose. We have a complicated relationship, there is no doubt to this... but in some strange way I truly admire you."
"I'm going to darling." Kesegowaase speaks boldly into her ear. "I'm never going to stop while I can still breathe.." he says as his cock begins to pick up the pace, his strong hands holding her long legs apart, wanting Abby to see her own folds be stretched apart by his hung cock.
His fat girth looked gorgeous around her sweet pussy, his hot seed spilling down from her womb onto his heavy balls as he thrusts inside her, not stopping for even a second.
Finally Kesegowaase's hips move at a lighting speed, his cock pounding her folds so hard that the echoing becomes as loud as its ever been, his muscles flexing as he holds her in place.
"Come here-" he growls, grabbing Abby by her throat, devouring her mouth in a passionate tongue filled kiss.
Her whines turn to moans turn into screams. She can feel him so deep in her, feel his seed run down her thighs as he fucks her. Ruins her.
Her mind is going blank when he kisses her. She returns it, her tongue fighting with his. She pulls back. "Fuck me into the earth, sir...please...please-oooh fuck...." her pleading for him to mount her breaks into a long moan. "So deep in me....'
[ TWENTY-SIX ] : “ do you really hate me that much ?" to Kesegowaase?
@prctectedlegacy / Kesegowaase.
"More so the organization for which you represent rather than you as an individual." The Assassin explained as he crossed his arms, the smell of the river hitting his nostrils as they stood within the American frontier.
"I do not hate you. In another life, I feel we could have been... something other than enemies."
Kesegowaase takes a step close, his brutish body towering over the woman. "Though I do not see you as an enemy I suppose. We have a complicated relationship, there is no doubt to this... but in some strange way I truly admire you."
"Oh really?" Kesegowaase purrs to Abby, his lips just barely grazing her own as he listens to the Templar ask for more of his seed. "I believe I can help with that.." he whispers. "Just stay right there my love."
His strong hands suddenly grab her legs, spreading them apart slowly. His muscular body snuggles up against her back, his lips kissing her neck and shoulders gently.
He gently nibbles on her ear for a moment, kissing and biting it gently to tease her as he spoons with her. Suddenly the girth of his fat cock pushes inside her again, stretching her cum filled pussy apart, causing Kesegowaase to hiss with pleasure.
"Oh..." he moans softly. "You are so full.." he growls.
She moans at the feeling of him kissing and nibbling her. She's not in control here, a part of her brain knows that now.
She's so full...his cock pushing into her presses against new places, new buttons that turn her brain off. She wants to be fucked. To be claimed again and again...
When he hisses and growls about how full she is, she moans. She wants him to take her, give her a child...anything.
"Please sir..." she begs, "please fuck me so good..."
[ TWENTY-SIX ] : “ do you really hate me that much ?" to Kesegowaase?
@prctectedlegacy / Kesegowaase.
"More so the organization for which you represent rather than you as an individual." The Assassin explained as he crossed his arms, the smell of the river hitting his nostrils as they stood within the American frontier.
"I do not hate you. In another life, I feel we could have been... something other than enemies."
Kesegowaase takes a step close, his brutish body towering over the woman. "Though I do not see you as an enemy I suppose. We have a complicated relationship, there is no doubt to this... but in some strange way I truly admire you."
Kesegowaase pounds her again and again, hearing Abby beg him to fill her and how she needed to be full excited him so God damn much.
The man moaned with a mixed growl, his thick cock suddenly pushing in as deep as possible, his heavy balls that were filled with hot fertile seed suddenly twitch and throb.
He lowers the woman back onto the ground, moaning loudly, his cock and muscular chest shaking and throbbing, hot seed pouring from the thick tip of his cock and pouring into the woman's womb.
The thick fertile cum pours inside her, filling her until he can feel drops of his seed dripping from her folds.
But he doesn't stop. He keeps slowly pushing himself inside her, making her take every drop.
Her toes curl and her back arches as his warm seed enters her. She's full, so full, but she doesn't want this to end, doesn't want him to stop.
She moans and whimpers as he keep pumping into her. Her hands find his arms and she stares at him for a moment.
"You-" she groans, "-you may need to make sure I'll have a child." She says, trying her hardest to regain some control, but her eyes...her body...tell a different story. She's cock drunk, she wants more of his seed in her core.
