D&D: FHuS: The two of you wrestle naked
From Create Your Own Story
For a few seconds the two of you just look at each other, sizing each other up, as you sit naked facing each other, your chests heaving as you both of you pant from your excursions. The ropes which she had used to bind you and torture you until you orgasmed twice, drape over both of you, loosely winding around both of your bodies. You both know you are so close that any attempt to cast a spell will give the other an opening for a physical attack that would happen before your spell was completed. You both realise that getting some space to allow you cast a spell will be made very difficult by the ropes. Wrestling will make it almost impossible to cast spells.
You are kneeling between her legs, your wrists free from the ropes which bound them, your hands holding the magic blocking collar which you have just unlocked and removed from your neck. You look at the elf sitting on her skinny little arse, her legs either side of yours, her feet still in her gown, which you are kneeling on. Her face is very flushed, the nipples on her pert little breasts look painfully erect, her body is quivering with arousal, cum spilling from her sex shows how extremely aroused her body is. As you gasp for breath, you know you are in an equally bad state, your nipples are really hard, your body aches all over from the from her lashing your with her crop, particularly your arse and tits, your face feels flushed, you can feel cum leaking from your rope tortured, crop raped, sex. The naked body grinding wrestle battle really turned you on, but her having forced you to orgasm four times before it started, means you are less aroused than her.
"Your turn to suffer, unless you are ready to surrender?" You say savagely, rotating the collar, ready to put it around her neck.
She looks at the collar her eyes widening with fear, but bravely replies, "Never."
And it is your turn for your eyes widen in fear, as you notice her hand reaching for the crop sitting behind her, and your body shudders involuntarily as your remember being whipped until you orgasmed.
You launch yourself forward reaching past her desperately grabbing for the crop. With her lightning elven reflexes she scoops up the crop before you reach it, twisting sideways so you land sprawling on the ground beside her, as at the same time her other hand grabs the collar you are holding.
You use her grip on the collar against her, rolling onto your back as you wrench the collar across your body and over your head. Refusing to let go, she clings to the collar, her body wrenched around until she falls, sprawling chest first on top off you. Both of you grunt with a mixture of pleasure and pain as your breasts slam stingingly together.
She twists to one side raising the crop in preparation to strike you, desperately trying to stop her strike you twist against her move, lifting the side of your body she is rolling onto, your wrench her hand holding the collar around, and raise your knee for balance. She resists your twisting motion, balancing effortlessly on you, as your lifted knee slides between her legs and your thigh presses into her sex. Then she strikes, lifting herself up and twisting her hips and body to increase the force. The movement rubs her sex against your thigh, causing her close her eyes and moan with pleasure in mid strike. The distraction allows you to catch the crop with your hand, just her twisting hips grinds her thigh into your sex, a sensation which makes you moan with pleasure and close your eyes.
