18+ Corruption of Champions: Desert Sandtrap Win (Female)

You bend into the sand and allow the slope to slowly carry you down to the bottom and the defeated sandtrap. Its six black eyes regard you with a mixture of lust and resentment as you slowly discard your comfortable clothes, reveling in the hot desert sun upon your naked olive skin. As the soft sand delivers you to its side, it tries to curl its hands around your thighs. Whether this is one last attempt to drag you down or because it is trying to curry your favor somehow you don’t know, but you aren’t having any of it. You catch its hands, easily overpowering it. It uses its other pair to try to pathetically prise itself out of your grasp; you find that its wrists are thin enough for you to reach your hands around both and hold all four of its arms quite comfortably. You beam triumphantly at the helpless sandtrap, who glowers in response. You take a moment to look your strange conquest over. Even up close you can’t tell from its thin, fey beauty whether it is male or female. Although it is affecting to look angry at you, its sculpted cheeks are quite flushed and there is a definite undercurrent of desire in its eyes; you suspect your display of strength and dominance appeals to it on some perverse, animalistic level. Still smiling victoriously, you bend your face into it, deliberately invading its personal space, silently demonstrating who is in charge here. It can’t hold your gaze and, blushing, looks downwards. A flash of shiny black catches your eye beneath you. Looking downwards you see that where its insect half meets its human half, where its cock should be, it instead has a genital slit; from this is emerging a long, black prong, dripping with clear oil. Your show of dominance is turning this creature on, and it is powerless to disguise it. Feeling playful, you reach down and caress its strange pseudo-cock, enjoying the feeling of the warm, sensual oil on your fingers. The trap gasps and more of its length slides out; it must be about ten inches long all-told. You stroke its cock until your hand is covered with its ooze, before trailing your fingers slowly up its taut, slender chest.

“You like that, don’t you, sand sissy?” It is breathing heavily but it still won’t look into your face. “Look me in the eye!” As it finally does so you push your oil-covered fingers into its mouth and it moans around them as you swab its tongue and cheeks with its own grease. You press your body against it, your boobs pushing into its own flat chest; it is powerless to resist you as its own pheromones take effect upon it, and you slowly push it backwards onto the flat of its back on the sloping sand. You sit your moist loose muff at the base of its pseudo-cock and then slowly lead yourself back, luxuriating in pushing your diminutive pleasure-buzzer up this oily slide. It moans and shifts itself upwards needily, but you tut mockingly and stop your slow slide inches away from its tip.

“Ask for it.”

“Pleasze...” the sandtrap manages in a tiny voice. Its slender cheeks are red and it stares hopelessly into your eyes. You twist your thighs and very gently tease its tip with your wet opening, before once again coming to an agonising halt. The trap almost sobs.

“Beg for it!”

“Pleasze lion! I hwill do anything for you! I hhwill do anything to serve your body! I am hyour slave! Just... pleasze pleasze fuck me!” it cries out, its fluttering voice in danger of breaking up completely. You suppose that will do. Holding the sandtrap down, you sink your wetness down onto its long, thin length with a pleasurable sigh. Its thin length is lost in your vast pussy, and you find you have to work your curvy hips hard, ruthlessly bucking its pseudo-penis back towards its face, to get what you can from it. You spare no expense telling it how unsatisfied it leaves you, what a pathetically-sized penis it owns, more like a sissy clit really, and as you do so you tweak its pale nipples, stroke its sensitive armpits, saying or doing anything that will make it flinch and force another cute, fluttering moan out of it.

It can’t last long against your domineering fuck and you are only minutes in when, with a trembling gasp, it thrusts itself upwards and orgasms. Rather than ejaculate, the sandtrap’s cock seems to perspire its odorless payload from all sides; oil drools out of your loose twat. You swoon at the sensation; the stuff makes you feel like butter in the desert sun, imbuing you with a lazy, radiant sensitivity. You grip your hips around the trap, plugging as much of the wonderful substance in on its thick base, savoring the softness it brings. It dreamily occurs to you that whilst the creature is capable of ejaculating, it apparently can’t lose its erection; the thing in your cunt is more like a stinger than anything. This strikes you as a feature to take full advantage of. You lean downwards and blissfully inform the sandtrap that it came instantly like the sissy it is, and the only way it can make it up to you is giving you everything it’s got over the course of the next few merciless hours. The creature is incapable of responding. Its thin chest heaves for air as its six eyes roll to the heavens as you begin to slowly buck against it once more.

You rotate your wide thighs, bending the sandtrap’s dick this way and that, making it push into you in every direction. Every time it weakly attempts to thrust into you, you simply stop moving. With you sitting on top of it and your pussy not milking it the trap is incapable of pushing itself to another peak, and eventually it stops trying and begs you with its eyes. Its own juices are working against it however, because you are in no hurry. You simmer in the lazy, sensual sex, tormenting the creature beneath you by slowly working your curvy hips backwards and forwards, blissfully circling your clit for what seems like hours, the time elongated by the effect of the radiant pheromone oil. When it does come, it does so entirely on your terms; mercilessly you milk it, flexing your loose fuck-hole around its thin length repeatedly until it groans and leaks more of its fluids into you. You woozily drift your hand into the clear oil oozing out onto the sandtrap’s flat abdomen before forcing it to lick your fingers, keeping it well sedated.

You force the trap to orgasm like this two, three more times before you begin to pick up towards your own high. Your thighs batter a fierce rhythm into the creature as red mist takes over, deep instinct forcing you into haste. When you finally reach climax it feels like the crescendo of a long, beautiful song. You cry out at the sky, sweat beading your skin as your innards clench over and over, spurting girl cum over the sandtrap’s abdomen, covering it with your combined, sticky sex.

In an amplified post-coital euphoria, you slide off the sandtrap, almost falling straight over- you have been at it so long you’ve lost sensation in your legs. You slowly redress and then, before you take your leave, kneel next to the sandtrap’s head. It is still lying with its arms spread-eagled upon the slope, its abused, wilted oil prong slowly retracting, looking semi-comatose. Smiling, you stroke its brow until it looks up and focuses on you.

“What do you say, slave?”

It takes the creature several moments to gather its wits. “Th-thank you, lion.” Glowing with satisfaction, you begin the climb out of your conquest’s hole and back towards camp.