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"You Bitch!"	By : HarlequindeRustre Category: +M through R > Prince of Persia Views: 3072 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Moving through the citadel was more trouble than it had been before. The forces of sand demons were replenished, which was to be expected. However, now traps eerily reminiscent of the Maharajah’s own surfaced, making travel...more inconvenient. Strangely enough, the fortress still sported fallen structures, albeit in reduced quantities.
So the Prince was busy finding his way through this fresh mess.
In his explorations, he came across a wall covered in esoteric writings, bearing a slot for Ratash’s Seal. Touching it to the imprint produced a sudden glow, much like in the Time Portal pedestal. Placing it back on his baldric, the Prince was imbued with a new sense of vitality.
Venturing from there, he encountered yet another kind of enemy. Much like the crow fiend, these things were only partially solid, being seemingly rendered from the shadows. This fact, however, didn’t make the creatures that much harder to kill- although they did have a nasty habit of flinging their parts at him.
In a turn of mixed fortune, the Prince caught up to Shahdee. He caught her fleeing down another hallway, making it to the other side of a quickly closing door. She’d turned her head then, and had the temerity to waggle her eyebrows at the Prince. It was best if he caught Shahdee soon. She might get...reinforcements.
One arduous brawl/room-scaling later, the Prince began to hear the sounds of conflict. What caught his eye, however, was a watcher far above him. The creature that eyed him wasn’t terribly remarkable, but it was unsettling how it hadn’t yet yelled insults at him. As it disappeared, the Prince turned his attention to the path ahead of him. He charged up the stairs to find the amazon locked in struggle with another woman.
In a regal- if slinky- attire of flowing silks, Shahdee’s opponent was remarkably unarmed. More surprising that she was also unmarred, whereas the amazon sported a number of small cuts. The strange woman quickly spotted the Prince, her green eyes changing from fierce to desperate.
“You!” she cried, “Help me!”
The Prince could only watch as his tormentor took advantage of the distraction, tossing her across the stone platform. Surprisingly, the stranger caught the edge of the platform, hanging onto it by her fingers.
“Leave her alone,” the Prince barked, “You and I have unfinished business.”
Shahdee smirked, laying one of her swords across her shoulder.
“Indeed,” she said, and slashed the strange woman’s fingers off. The Prince winced, hearing the woman cry out as she fell down into the inky blackness. Shahdee turned to face him, walking slow, leg in front of leg.
The Prince knelt, laying his sword down. The amazon raised an eyebrow.
“You’re giving up?” she asked, disappointment edging into her voice.
The Prince stood up, a primal fire lit in his eyes.
“I’m not killing you,” the Prince said, “Not until I get my pound of flesh.”
Shahdee grinned, tossing her swords to the side. She cracked her knuckles.
“I’ll pound your flesh, alright,” she replied, chuckling.
The Prince rolled his shoulders, dropping low and rushing his adversary. He tackled the pale woman roughly, slamming her onto her back. He pinned her shoulders, roaring.
“Ooh, scary,” the amazon said, driving a hard elbow into the Prince’s floating ribs. Doubling over in pain, the Prince was pushed onto his back without a struggle.
Shahdee climbed atop the Prince’s face, her ass partially eclipsing his vision. The scent of her musk filled his nostrils, burning out all sense of reason. He bit at her pale flesh, leaving pink marks on her flawless white skin. The amazon let out a gasp, her hands gripping her foe’s shoulders.
She then seized the Prince by the throat, squeezing hard. He couldn’t breathe, unable to fight back due to Shahdee’s knees pinning his arms to the floor. His lungs began to burn, his chest heaving. Even as he worked his jaw, the apple of his throat fluttering, he couldn’t eke the least breath.
Then his tormentor released his throat, the Prince breathing in sharply. Fresh air filled his lungs- or, rather, started to. Shahdee’s butt dropped down over his mouth and nose, cutting off his airflow almost completely. The feeling of her ass on his face was offset by the lack of air, although the throbbing in his groin told the real story. The Prince was only able to breathe in a small stream of air, tainted heavily by the amazon’s scent.
After a moment of this, Shahdee took her rear off the Prince’s face, but not before replacing the hand on his throat. Once the Prince began to struggle, the pale bitch removed her hand- and slammed her ass back down on her boytoy’s face. She repeated this again. And again. And again.
With some repetition, a wet spot began to form around the amazon’s mound, the Prince tasting it in the trickle of air he mustered. He bit at the leather strip hiding it from him, only for Shahdee to mash her arse even harder against his face.
Deciding to take matters into his own hands, the Prince tried to lift his arms. The full weight of his foe sat on them, the metal fittings of her thigh high boots digging into his flesh. Straining as hard as he could muster, the Prince actually began to lift his arms- and the amazon with them. Shahdee cried out in a remarkably feminine fashion.
She gasped as the Prince managed to lay his hands on her oppressive ass, her weight shifting forward as her hands fumbled with her foe’s pants. Seeking to throw the bitch off, the Prince reared up, groaning with the effort. He fell back when Shahdee’s lips met his cock, the amazon beginning to suck.
They were cool to the touch, yet the Prince’s flesh felt hot with their passing. Shahdee’s black lips clung to his shaft, so close his pulse thudded off her bottom lip. She ran her mouth up and down his shaft with ease, only stopping to tease her foe’s length with kisses. The amazon lavished particular attention on the head, the seductive pressure making the man feel as if his cock would explode. The Prince arched his back, clawing his fingers in the dust.
It got worse when Shahdee’s tongue got involved. Wet and warm, she lashed the Prince’s length with it. Probing along veins and the reddened innards of the man’s foreskin, the pale woman toyed with her pursuer’s flesh. She rimmed the Prince’s purple crown with the point of her tongue, eliciting an ecstatic groan. Teasing the slit with her mouth, Shahdee incorporated her hand. The amazon grabbed ahold of her foe’s hilt, pumping it roughly.
As the Prince began to gasp and writhe with more enthusiasm, Shahdee jammed a leatherclad fingernail into one of his fresher wounds. Clawing the split skin along the tortured man’s shaft shed blood instantly, the pale woman lapping it up hungrily. The Prince’s body seized up, the man howling in pain. Rather than dampen his excitement, though, this abuse sent the sweat-soaked warrior over the edge.
The gouts of jism caught the pale amazon offguard, but only at first. Shahdee wrapped her lips around the Prince’s cock, drinking deep of his royal seed. She milked the base with a hand, with her tongue swirling around the head. The pale woman drank it all down, releasing the Prince’s spit-slicked meat only when he finally stopped.
Seeing his chance, the Prince yanked his arms out from under Shahdee’s boots, his biceps throbbing in mixed relief. Doing so caused the pale temptress to topple over with a cry, her hip impacting the floor with a delectable shake. The Prince was atop Shahdee in an instant.
The warrior laid his body flush with the amazon’s back, grasping her throat with a hand. The Prince traced her hammering pulse, nipping at her ear. Shahdee gasped softly, reaching back to grasp her foe as she pressed her firm ass against him.
“So hard,” she murmured, feeling the heat of the Prince’s shaft on her rear.
The Prince ran his fingers along her flat stomach, teasingly skirting her creamy inner thigh. He hooked a thumb under her leather bindings, earning a purr of approval as he ventured inward. The amazon shuddered as the sun-kissed warrior caressed her tender clit.
Shahdee had only just begun to surrender to the Prince’s touch when echoes of roars and rattling swords reached her ears. The Empress’s forces.
“The intruder has breached! Guard the Empress!”
The pale woman darted out from under the Prince, snatching up her swords without hesitation. Instincts dulled by his ardor, the warrior found himself stabbed through the throat. As he began to gurgle ineffectually, blood welling from his mouth, his eyes found Shahdee’s.
What he found in those wide, amber eyes was something more dangerous than anger. It gave him pause, wondering if he should simply die here than face living with what he saw. He was already flowing backwards, however, time resuming to right after his climax.
Arms trembling, the Prince gripped Shahdee hard in both hands. Amidst her coo of excitement, he hurled the pale woman off, sending her sprawling sideways. Shahdee found her feet in an instant, rising with fury plain in her features. Wordlessly, she grabbed her swords and adopted her fighting stance. To her surprise, the Prince was already on his feet, armed with his Spider Sword.
She lunged first, seeking to end him quickly. The Prince warded off the strike with a winding swipe of his blade, sending the amazon stumbling aside awkwardly.
The pale woman-warrior jumped, her swords pointed to skewer the man from different angles. Her target stepped deep inside her guard, punching her out of the air. She landed ungracefully, but on her feet. The look in her eyes showed her pride had been bruised in addition to her ribs.
Shahdee spun wildly, seeking to penetrate the Prince’s defense with a salvo of slashes and thrusts. The Prince weaved and dodged neatly away, then darting in close enough to deliver a stiff boot to the amazon’s shin. Her stance buckled, sending her crashing to the stone floor in a heap.
Rising, the unruly servant of the Empress took her measure of the man before her. His blue eyes, so hot with passion before, belied nothing but a watchful calm. Shahdee had only seen eyes of that kind in one other, and the thought chilled her rage.
A clamor sounded at the end of the hall. The Empress’s forces.
Shahdee took a slow step backward, then another. She turned away beginning to walk quickly away. The amazon threw a look over her shoulder, impotent rage burning bright. The Prince started toward her, and Shahdee broke into a run, not looking back a second time.
The Prince watched the milk white temptress flee deeper into the citadel, his mind awhirl with meaningful thoughts. His thoughts cast back to earlier adventures with a different woman. Farah…
As the Empress’s minions sprinted into the hall, the Prince turned to face them. Feeling a strange breeze, the Prince looked down. His breeches were down to his knees, the man’s brown balls flapping in the proverbial wind. Cursing, he hiked up his pants amidst scornful cries from the enemy.
He refused to acknowledge that fixing his pants wasn’t much of an improvement, as the Prince sported a massive tent in his britches.
That bitch.
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