[19:20] Oda Nobunaga: Sharp heels click against the wooden floor underneath as Nobunaga hastily closes the distance between the two of them, one thigh swinging in front of the other in a quickened stride ; hips methodically shaking to-n'-fro' in a practiced gait that made her waist twist towards the side on each click. Arms stretching outwards only for palms to hoist themselves upon the others shoulders, nails digging in through gloves and cloth alike. Strengthening her grip for merely a passing moment, teasingly jolting the pirate left & right ever so slightly, before simply shoving her away. A single foot slipping in around Drake's own, making certain she'd end up tumbling on down upon the nearby couch, its wooden legs creaking out in anguish from the sudden weight toppling over it. "I'll only make the same offer once more, outlaw. Be kind and don't test my patience."Were the only words slipping through those pursed lips, tiers curling higher-n'-higher across pale cheeks into a wry - shit-eating - grin that sprawled from ear to twitching ear; leaving the girl with merely a moment to admire those sharpened canines before Archer turned upon her heels. Hands resting down upon her own thighs, back straightened, and eyes staring forward . . . it did not take more than a few moments for the Servant to slowly descend down into a squatting position. Knees bending forward with hands resting upon them, that thick, fattened derriere of hers crashing down onto the pirates lap with a resounding T H W A C K. Twinkling scarlets peeking at her over the shoulder as hips began twirling around in a circle, slow and steady. Those plush globes of fat gyrating against her lap, following the outline of that bulge stretching out through pantaloons. Twisting to-n'-fro' as she slowly got comfortable, turning from clock-wise to counter-clockwise; until she finally managed to feel that vein-riddled donkeydick slither its way between either cheek. "Fuuuuh~♥" Muffled purrs rolled out through Nobunaga's throat as she began pressing more-n'-more pressure onto that worthless member trapped beneath her. Hips twirling around in the form of an eight, constantly dragging that slab of fucking meat along for the ride no matter what. Coaxing it ever-more towards hardness, until she could feel the sheer heat pouring off that rugged frame envelop her through those form-fitting bottoms. Sweat brewing across brow as breaths grew ragged, lungs painfully overworking themselves as tits heaved with each raspy breath; finally starting to slow her motions and come to rest atop the middle of that lap . . . only to start properly bouncing. THWAP THWAP THWAP THWAP~♥ The sound of flesh smacking flesh echoing out through the room as both cheeks clapped against one another, practically twerking against the Servant's dick as Archer's upper body leaned forward to make her assets pop out. Gliding across the entire length of that fucking monster without a care in the world, pearly whites gnawing onto her lower lip as she lazily lifted her own hat off - wrist twirling in a circle just to properly lay it upon Drake's head. "Do we have a deal, interloper~?"


[19:52] Francis Drake: /me whistled quietly when she saw just how thick Nobunaga's rear was. Teasing and grinding against her the way she did was a rarely seen subtlety -- although in hindsight nothing of her method was subtle. It was a crass and depraved showoff, one that Rider certainly seemed to like judging by the way her eyes followed the woman's ass rather than looking up into the eyes peering over the shoulder. The cocky grin was returned with an openly lecherous, even arrogant smirk that went hand in hand with the increasingly frequent throbbing and swelling that Nobunaga no doubt felt happening underneath all that fabric. Stripping had its own elegance, but maybe just dismissing the attire was more convenient. Ah, decisions, decisions. Whatever should she go with? With this thought in mind, being asked a question dragged Drake into headlights like a deer, looking up for the first time instead of ogling at Archer's ass like some perverse nymphomaniac. "Aeh? Whah-- oh, you were bloody serious about that, weren'cha? Hrmgh..." Even Rider had to bite down on her lip and knit her brows given what an eager and outright whorish display the Demon King had given in person. Without a single article of clothing removed, she was at half-mast. Get it, because it's sail-- GET OFF THE STAGE. This was... well, for the most part unprecedented. Few had coaxed such a reaction from her with so little.

"Hrmmgh, I'll have ta consider it. It be not too often that I take such a binding contract for any less than a king's ransom -- but neither do I set aside booty like this when it's so readily offered by some filthy slag eager to drown her brains in dick. Gh..." Another pirate pun? Jesus, these are out of control. Drake reached out with one hand, sliding her fingers under the coat and the shirt. Just the index alone hooked under the waistband of Nobunaga's pants and gave it a light, slow tug unless interrupted. It wasn't intent on anything more than getting a greedy sneak peek. Not like Archer's clothes didn't show plenty of her curves already, but... Well, pirates rarely played by the rules.

"Here be a better idea. Why don't I just take what I fookin' well want? Then I get to drain my balls in yet another piece of meat and give nothing for the pleasure." Given both of their affiliation in guns, that was going to be an utterly pointless battle no matter which way one looked at it. Why would allies ever come into blows over something like this? The sapphire blue eyes of Rider's flashed a peculiar glint of gold for but a moment, teeth flashed as her lips spread into an ever-greedier grin. The notorious 'El Draque' whose desire for more was never sated. Was this the one? The hand on the small of Nobunaga's back curled slowly into a fist, grabbing her pants into a firm grip. "Whether you like it or not isn't really a problem I'll have, now is it, lass?"


[20:17] The Fool of Oda: The nerve. The utter fucking nerve upon this worthless cunt, daring to speak to her in such a fashion; ears still ringing out with that vile insult that saw fit to force a knot within the depths of her gut. Lashes fluttering as twinkling scarlets affixed themselves upon Riders own, those minuscule orbs brimming with new-found disgust for the cocky bitch daring to speak in such a fashion. Pupils slowly growing thinner-n'-thinner with each passing second as she kept repeating the woman's words within her own mind without pause, pearly whites gritting against one another only to split apart once a guttural fucking growl managed to claw its way out from the depths of her stomach; lips quickly turning into a prominent scowl even as she allowed the pirate to do as she wished. Shivers rocking the Archer's spine as that doughy fucking rear of hers finally came into view, those plump globes glistening with sweat accrued underneath her pantaloons. Even with such a minuscule opening, Drake could easily see those porcelain mounds slapping off one another with each of her descents. One could almost be forgiven for not hearing the Demon's displeasure given the incessant THWAP~♥. But it was certainly not something one could ignore for long.

Eyes twitched ever so slightly, the sole indication of what was to come, as the pirate's bluster was quickly silenced by an audible RIIIIIIIIIP. Fist finding itself holding on to a piece of those luxurious pantaloons as half of the backside was ripped off of Nobunaga's frame once the woman pulled herself away from the others embrace, leaving Rider with scarcely a moment to enjoy that fat fucking rear wobbling in the air before being turned away ; merely a pound of meat visible through the gape presented between those hefty thighs. No words were uttered down by the Daimyo to that scrupulous wench. No time was wasted either, as a single arm jutted itself outwards; fingers latching upon her throat. Applying more-n'-more fucking pressure with each passing moment, as perfectly manicured & filleted nails raked across the woman's pipe. Etching upon that tanned patch of skin lines of chalk, squeezing it to the point every single last batch of air desperately trying to reach her lungs had to beg for permission at the chokepoint. Something she so callously denied no matter what, taking focus away from it only to slam her hips back down upon Drakes lap with an audible THWACK.

"You worthless piece of trash~♥" Venom clung onto her every word as eyes flashed with famished embers, locking down upon Drake's own as muscles grew tense across her limbs. Hips shifting themselves back-n'-forth over that pulsating member, making certain to soil the cloth in her juices as that puffy cunt grounded itself upon that bulging fucking vein riding the underside. Lifting her hips upwards into the air for merely a minute as her right hand dipped between those quivering legs, curled up into a fist; with only a single digit sprawled outwards. That sharpened nail shredding the damp fabric asunder, letting that oversized prick better fitted on a fucking horse to aimlessly flop against that fuzzy crotch. Aiming that overburdened cockhead against that dripping cunt, hips twirling around in a circle to properly soak it in her juices ; whilst nails grazed those taunt balls. Gingerly massaging them, caressing those churning boulders to coax the pirate further ; only to harshly squeeze them to reminder her of her place. "Fuuuuh~♥ Come on Darling. Be a good dog for me and slam away. Maybe It'll make me forgive your fucking insolence, you limp-dicked bitch~♥"


[20:46] Francis Drake: /me sure had her breath caught in her throat. There was a definite strength advantage on Nobunaga's part. An extra rank was certainly enough to let her overpower any kind of resistance, but it wasn't a direct confrontation that Drake had in mind regardless. "---hhgh," was the most she could let out, a strained, wheezing husk of a noise. The pressure on her windpipe hurt. A lot. It was enough to push Drake's brows into a knot, mouth twisting into a scowl as well. And yet, the corners of Drake's mouth turned upwards, a sneer despite her disadvantage in Archer's grasp. She wasn't soft enough for just bucking her hips inside of Nobunaga to be impossible -- on the contrary, when she did exactly that it pressed against the slit, spread a single glob of pre-cum against Nobunaga's mons and slowly began pushing inside. Without the woman herself sitting down and adding her weight to the equation, just one party doing the work meant it was painfully sluggish, sliding in at a snail's pace thanks to the relative softness and comparatively tight hole making every inch a well-earned victory for Rider. Looking down and watching just the tip alone spread the fat mons apart and start going out of sight into somewhere much warmer, tighter and-- ohgoditwassofuckinggood- Drake's eyes squinted shut and wheezing sound that should've been a grunt of pleasure was let out into the air.

And that was just the tip. A stretch, a strain, a struggle; satisfaction, too.


[21:55] The Fool of Oda: Inner walls mercilessly clamped down upon that drooling cockhead as it pushed deeper past those puffy mons, wringing it as if it were trapped within a vice ; those soft muscles hardening into steel as they made certain to crush that worthless fucking dick. Inch after inch saw lashes fluttering and eyes closing themselves shut, refusing to move even a single fucking inch and allow the Rider to do all of the work. It was fitting - after all - to have such an insignificant worm do the heavy lifting, whilst leaving the Lord to enjoy the spoils of that hard work. Of course, she wasn't going to make it easy on her. For every inch of that hardened, pulsating slab of fucking meat invading her privates, Nobunaga returned the favor by twirling her hips around in a circle. Mashing that sensitive cockhead against every last crevice across the insides of that sizzling cunt. Forcing the pirate to paint those trembling muscles white with that pudding-thick nut dripping out through the overly sensitive slit. All whilst more of her juices painted the rest of that rod in their essence, gliding across vein-n'-bump alike ; offering it a downright alluring sheen whilst the stench of sex enwrapped them. The mixture of sweat & pheromones growing stronger by the second, pouring in through their nostrils, scorching their fucking sinuses. Leaving them with a trace of each other, one that could not be washed away no matter how much they will scrape away at their insides to do so. For Rider, that gushing pussy will forever remain imbedded within her mind. The sickly-sweet tint of sex following her wherever she went. Even when attempting to mask it away by fucking some random wench, she simply won't be able to deny that something is missing. Something basic, fucking primal, whose absence makes the entire act worthless.

For Nobunaga, on the other hand? It would b-"FfFfFffffFFFFUCK~♥" Quivering lips broke apart as that overeager scream echoed through the room, feeling that meaty fucking crown jab itself against her most sensitive spot ; a clear trickle of cum dripping down towards the Rider's thighs. She couldn't fucking hold herself back anymore, not after that, as her upper body leaned itself backwards; far enough that the tip would start bulging out through her pelvis. Sharpened fangs gnawed upon lower tier, ripping apart skin, drawing blood as she forcefully SLAMMED herself down to the base with an audible THWACK~♥. Flesh rudely smacking against flesh over and over again, hips turning into a fucking blur as those fattened fucking mounds loudly CLAPPED on each descent. Nails digging ever more harshly into Drake's throat whenever that bloated mushroom stretched out her fucking stomach past its limits. GYAAAAA~HA~HA~HA~HA~!

C R A C K The sound of bones being crushed ringing through the pairs skulls as Nobunaga slammed her forehead against Drakes own, twinkling scarlets glaring into the outlaw's own with a downright maniacal twinkle flashing across them. Teeth gritting against one another, blood soaked fangs peering past those glistening tiers ; tongue idly lapping across it in a disturbing sight. All whilst ears continued to ring with the sound of that greedy cunt engulfing the pirate down to the fucking balls, milking her for all she was fucking worth without a care in the world . . . before suddenly bringing herself to a stop. Groins separated from one another with a disgustingly wet PLOP~♥ as Nobunaga pulled herself away, heels clicking against the ground beneath them as she stood up. One arm pulling itself away - allowing Drake to finally fucking breath - while the other continued to torture those overburdened balls. Bending forward at the waist and wrapping a pair of fingers around the base of that throbbing donkeydick, she simply started to swirl her tongue around the underside. Narrowed eyes staring up into Drake's own, cheeks caving inwards as that warm breath washed across the sensitive tip, that slimy muscle teasing every single last fucking sweet-spot connected to the nerves of the foreskin ; whilst wrist twirled around in a circle jerking her off with sloppy PWAP PWAP PWAP~♥

Bringing her closer over towards the edge, feeling that orgasm building up and that dick swelling as her hand slammed itself down against the base . . . just to tighten her fucking grip. Strangling the main vein ridding the underside of that dick, squeezing those fucking orbs without a care in the world ; applying so much fucking delectable pressure upon them just to have that entire orgasm ruined That thick, off-colored batter dribbling down onto Rider's own pantaloons. Staining the cloth, dampening it as Nobunaga simply flicked her tongue across the slit before finally letting go. Running that sample across her gums and tastebuds, muttering underneath her breath as if in comtemplation for a few seconds . . . before rudely spitting it back onto that still hardened dick. I'll find someone else to take the job then." She purred out, slowly licking her fingers clean as she turned around. Walking away, that rosy fucking ass of hers wobbling with each methodical step in her gait, inner thighs shining with juices.