Operation Honey Trap vs The Emperor of the Apocalypse

[WARNING - R18 CONTENT]

Delphi attacked Alton with her broadsword.

He took her measure, feeling her skills out slowly. She was good. Probably good enough to disarm a few of his men, but she wasn't nearly his match.

He didn't want to hurt her, so he let her tire herself out taking the offensive position.

She attacked the commander over and over again, looking for his weaknesses. Unfortunately, there really didn't seem to be any and she understood after a few minutes that he was waiting for her to tire. The sword was so heavy that she knew she didn't have much more in her. She could already feel her arms starting to tremble.

She had better give it her all before she reached a point of no return, she realised. She attacked the commander hard now, with a flurry of sword strokes, pushing him backwards.

Her uncontrolled attack was the moment he'd been waiting for. While she was all emotion, not enough discipline, he struck down hard on the guard of her sword, knocking it from her weakening wrists. The blade fell to the grass, and he kicked it backwards, out of her reach.

He allowed himself a small grin of satisfaction, striding forward rapidly, with his sword pointed at her chest so that she couldn't turn her back and run from him.

Before he could pin her against the little ghost gum he was backing her into, she twisted and leapt for a branch that grew horizontally, pulling herself up onto it with some kind of gymnastic manoeuvre.

She now sat above him on the branch, within reach of his sword blade, but only if he wanted to harm her.

"Bloody hell woman, you really do want to do things the hard way, don't you?"

"Only if you define the hard way as any way that's not your way, Commander," she glared down at him.

"Where do you think you can go from there? You're not a monkey."

As he spoke, she leapt down from the branch onto his shoulders, in what wrestlers would call a standing headscissors manoeuvre.

"Ooomph!" he grunted.

He staggered for a moment before re-finding his balance.

Delphi started to squeeze Commander Meyer's neck with her, as it turned out very powerful, thighs.

He tossed his sword aside with a deep sigh, gripping her bare thighs with his hands and attempting to prise them apart, or at least to loosen them before they started to cut off his airway.

"The Emperor would not like to see you this close to another man, Miss Chastain," he reminded her, from between her bare thighs.

"Why do you think I give a shit what that evil bastard wants?"

"You're putting me in an invidious position when we get back. I prefer to keep my head and putting it between your legs is most definitely endangering it."

She increased the pressure she was applying with her thighs.

"Stop fantasising, Commander, remember I have the upper hand here."

"Not for long," he muttered.

"What was that?" she asked. "I can't hear you."

He carried her towards a patch of long grass.

"Where are we going Commander? This is not a piggyback ride."

She grabbed her right foot with her left hand and used it to pull her leg more tightly across his throat.

Time for his next move, he thought, he was starting to feel light-headed from lack of oxygen.

He knelt and rolled, flipping her underneath him so she was thrown flat on her back in the grass. Her thighs loosened momentarily, and he twisted around to face her.

Now he lay on his stomach with his head between her legs. His chin was resting directly on her girly bits.

Her skirt had flipped up, so when he looked down, he could see everything except a tiny strip up the centre of her pussy, covered by a scanty pair of panties. He couldn't help but notice that she was smooth and hairless. He was really in trouble now. If she told this story to their Lord, he would be hung, nephew or not…

"Eyes up here Commander," she reproved him.

He raised his eyes slowly. From where he lay, Miss Chastain's very large breasts separated him from her face, partially obscuring it. She raised her head so she could look at him, but he deliberately left his gaze on her twin mountains.

"I have two views I can take in from this position, Miss Chastain. They're both very pretty I might add, but I feel like it might be a bit early in our relationship for me to pay … lip service … to you."

She tightened her grip around his neck with her thighs, and he gently dug his chin into her pussy, rubbing it up and down on her most sensitive spot.

In for a penny, in for a pound, he thought.

She stopped talking, staring at him in wonder.

One look at her expression, and it was clear as day to him that she had never had an orgasm before.

He continued to move his chin gently up and down over her panties, slightly increasing the pressure.

She stifled a moan filled with pleasured surprise.

She was raised half up on her elbows to see him, and now she dropped her head backwards in abandon, loosening the grip she had around his neck with her thighs.

He watched her through hooded eyes, continuing his gentle, slow rubbing, deliberately keeping his pace unhurried.

She gave a kittenish high-pitched mewl. The sound was music to Alton's ears.

He could see that she was already very close to coming undone. She was either highly sensitive or extremely turned on… Either was fine with him.

He stopped what he was doing, leaving one finger lightly resting on her clit where he played with it in tiny teasing tickles over her panties.

"Don't stop Commander!" she pleaded.

"Call me Alton."

"Don't stop Alton!"

"What are you going to do for me in return, Miss Chastain?" he asked lazily, he moved her panties aside and gently stroked his finger in circles on her pretty pink puss puss.

"Whatever you want," she panted breathily through closed eyes. "Except returning to the Mainland with you."

"Promise?" he growled.

"Yes, yes, I promise. So long as it doesn't hurt."

He could live with that, he reflected.

He tore her panties off and nuzzled his chin in between her folds, deliberately rubbing his stubble on her most sensitive parts so that she cried out. Then he blew gently on her, before calming the hurt with a firm lick.

She pushed against his forehead, giving a little gasp of shock, but he was immovable, staying right where he was.

He used two fingers, one to gently quicken her and the other he slid just the tip of inside her, careful not to go too deep. He couldn't afford to be the man responsible for breaking her hymen.

She moaned desperately, as he gently teased her, taking her close to the edge, then pulling her back.

"You're not going to break that promise are you, Miss Chastain?" he tormented her.

"No, no, Commander. Cross my heart, hope to die."

"You said it. And I told you to call me Alton."

"Cross my heart Alton," she pleaded with him.

He increased the pace and depth as much as he dared, nipping at her with his lips at the same time.

Moments later he could feel her shuddering under his fingers, and he watched her with a dangerous intensity, as she was overwhelmed by the blissful pleasure of her first orgasm.

Her back was arched, her red lips parted, her eyes closed in ecstasy, her long hair blowing in the gentle breeze.

What an utterly beautiful, extremely dangerous, picture.