PK x Conq

    ‘That bitch…’ was the only thought echoing in the Conquerors mind as the four aces went down and his hard-won cash was scooped away in a pile by the Peacekeeper. She cheated, obviously. He had no proof, but the assassin had quite the reputation. He had decided to play her in a game to try and catch her. In the end, she was too sly. Proof or no, however, the Conqueror decided she needed to be taught a lesson.

    The Peacekeeper had just finished unbuckling and removing her armor, preparing to settle down into her bed when she heard a knock on the door. A strange hour to have a visitor to the otherwise empty room, strange enough to drive her to greet whoever might be knocking.
    She popped the door with a saccharinely friendly smile and a warm, patronizing “Hello!”
    Her greeting was met with an immediate shove into the room, a firmly built man stepping heavily into the room. The Conqueror.
    “Hello, Peacekeeper,” he responded, meeting her gaze with a devilish smile of his own. His armor was already stripped, much like her own, his only covering at this point being a light pair of burlap pants. His chest was bare, and incredibly well built. His frame was tall, his face rugged from so much battle, but still beyond handso-
    The Peacekeeper shook her head, clearing away the thoughts, “Conqueror. So good to see you. Here for another round?” Her smug, sly demeanor quickly returned, her face faltering for only a moment.
    He chuckled. It was a booming, even for a light laughter. It filled the room for a moment, and then stopped abruptly, “No.” The Conqueror paused for a moment, then continuing, “I’m going to make you regret cheating me out of all my coin.” He placed a hand on her shoulder and gripped as she began to try to shove him off. It was no use, and he started to drag her with him over to the bed.
    She felt herself thrown onto the bed, a surprisingly deft movement from the Conqueror with her knife, which he’d snatched up from the bedside table, slicing through her shirt and pants, leaving her bare. She’s too surprised to move as he drops his pants down and climbs onto the bed, his body weight pressing her into the bed. He leans in close and whispers hoarsely, “I’m going to fuck you until you’re begging for more.”
The Peacekeeper began to sputter and protest, her voice raising in anger, and was quickly silenced by the Conqueror snatching his stray pair of pants off the floor, slicing off a strip, and gagging her with it. Her eyes went wide as her shouting turned to muffled grunting. “Now,” he began, “We are going to have so much fun.” He pulled her up and secured the cloth behind her head.
    His hand then pushed the stray fabric from the rough-hewn split, his finger rubbing up along her slit. Her grunting stopped immediately in reaction, going deathly silent, her face intense. The Conqueror repeated this motion, spending an extra moment rubbing against her clit. Her face broke into a gasp as best she could around the makeshift gag. He smiled, going once more. Again, a gasp, but nothing else. He did note with satisfaction that her folds were quickly slickening.
    He gave his length a few quick strokes as it grew harder and harder before placing it teasingly at her slit. “Do you want it yet?” The Peacekeeper shook her head, glaring daggers into him. “That’ll change soon.” The Conqueror pushed in, grunting slightly as he filled her with his cock. She was tight, but the wetness she couldn’t deny made it easier. He pulled back, and pushed again. This dragged the slightest hint of a moan from the Peacekeeper’s lips, her face quickly returning to the spiteful glare. Another thrust, another moan. The Peacekeeper felt a battle to silence herself on every movement, and she was losing every single one. Each noise was more intense than the last. She felt it overcoming her, the sheer size of him inside of her pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
    He continued to grunt and fuck her, his motions rough, but with a characteristic steady rhythm. Just as she was about to go over the edge into her climax, he suddenly stopped.
    “Wuh?” She moaned quizzically through the gag. Her hips bucked forward, trying to rub herself against him to finish herself off, but he quickly shifted backwards to just out of her reach.
    “Really? Did you break that quickly?” The Conqueror taunted, “I expected more out of a Peacekeeper.” He stares down at her desperate face, her breath coming sharply through her nose. “I’m going to take your gag off, and I want you to beg. Beg for my cock.”
    The Peacekeeper nodded, and the Conqueror began to undo the gag. She swallowed hard, silent for a few moments, before mumbling, “Please fuck me, Conqueror…”
    “What was that? I couldn’t quite hear you.” He placed a hand on her chin, looking her in the eye.
    “Please, I want your cock, Conqueror.” It was louder this time, but not quite enough.
    “You need to yell it. I want everyone to hear you slutting yourself out for me.” His words are harshly whispered in her ear.
    There’s an audible gulp, and then a desperate cry, “Take me, Conqueror! Please, I need it!” He smiled. That was all he needed to hear. He thrust in again, little regard for her as he brought himself closer and closer to cumming. Her moans were much louder, more free with the gag off. The constant pounding was bringing her close.
    “Don’t cum before me slut, I’m close.” He fucked in and out of her, pushing in for one final thrust, his body shaking as he fills the woman underneath him with his cum. She moans loudly, reaching her own climax from the feeling of warmth inside her. She twitched and gasped through the aftershocks, her eyes closed and head tilted back in bliss.
    The Conqueror pulled out of her and fell to the bed beside her, panting heavily. He was spent, but sated. The Peacekeeper rubbed at her slit in the afterglow, her fingers slick with the cum slowly leaking from inside her.
    They laid in silence for a few long minutes, both bathing in their individual post-orgasm bliss. Finally the Conqueror broke the silence, “So do you plan to cheat in cards again?”
    The Peacekeeper gave it some thought, then responded with, “Only against you.”