2 comments/ 19538 views/ 1 favorites Virtual Reality: Soul Calibur By: MrsDeathlynx Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction based on the characters in the video game: Soul Calibur. I make no claims of ownership towards these characters, only the twisted things they do in this story belong to me. If you find this story on any site except Literotica, it has been stolen from me, MrsDeathlynx and I would appreciate you letting me know! Enjoy the story, and remember: Feedback is crack for writers! Daisy woke up to a strange feeling, it wasn't a totally unfamiliar feeling, but it wasn't exactly something she was used to either. Up and down, back and forth, rocking and swaying. She had no clue what was going on, no clue where she was. But when she opened her eyes one thing was clear: she wasn't in her livingroom any more. Barely managing to stand she would look down upon herself, a look of confusion appearing on her face. The white shirt she was wearing hung off her shoulders, some sort of an elastic band keeping it on but not too tightly. At the same time she could feel that her mid-section was restricted, barely able to see it the black material could be nothing but a half bodice. The skirt she was wearing was free flowing, of course it did help that there were multiple tears in the fabric it was comprised of. Why was she wearing an outfit like this? It wasn't quite Renaissance Faire season, but to her that's what it seemed to be based on appearances alone. She had also never been so unsteady on her feet, which was made evident with the first step forward that she tried to make. Down to her knees she fell, not only unsteady on her feet but she had also felt something pull on her ankles. Her knees had hit hard, enough to make her let out a grunt that was noticeable to those guarding the door to her room. Her ankles suddenly felt strange, without being able to turn around her hands would reach back, her eyes going wide once she realized what was going on: she had somehow been captured as she slept. "I see you are now awake, that is a good thing indeed." She heard the gruff voice speaking before she saw him, her eyes going even more wide when she saw him. Even upon first glance she knew that this man was not normal, there was something about him that would make her shudder. At first she wasn't able to put her finger on it, it wasn't his grey hair or his pasty skin but something else entirely. While her eyes focused on his chest she noticed something, not a single once in the span of 30 seconds did it rise and fall, which meant that the man before her was not alive but undead. "You're..." The hoarse whisper would exit her throat, barely able to form the words as she was completely shocked at the sight before her as well as her situation. "I am Cervantes," he spoke as he crouched down. "As you have probably guessed I may walk among the living but I am no longer one of them." A rough chuckle would escape his lips, the grin that formed directly after enough to send chills up the poor woman's spine. As if the grin wasn't enough he would place one of his pasty hands beneath her chin, the coldness of his flesh causing her to visually shudder. Forcing her to look into his eyes by lifting her chin he would continue to grin, yet another thing that made her feel the incredibly creepy aura of this man. This man scared her and he could tell, something that only seemed to make him grin even more. "You will tell me what is it that I wish to know and you will do it promptly or else you shall meet a fate that none survive." After speaking he would rather roughly grip her chin, then thrust his hand forward. This would throw her head to the side, but she would grit her teeth in order to keep from grunting as the action had brought her some pain. "You have two options, either you tell me what I need to know or you be in pain. If it goes too far you will walk the plank, sinking straight down to Davy Jones Locker." His gruff voice would then chuckle, as if he was amused by the idea of all of this. He had no idea that she knew absolutely nothing, hell she didn't even know what he wanted her to tell him. "I don't know what you're talking about, one minute I'm sitting at home and the next minute I'm here." She didn't normally do this but in this situation she pleaded with him, turning her head to look to him with her eyes begging him to realize that she was telling the truth. "For some reason I don't believe ye, but I'll give ye one more chance before the real fun begins." Without even looking he would reach off to his side, grabbing the red hot poker and pointing it at her. "Where did he hide it?" It was clear by the tone of his voice that he was getting frustrated, she couldn't believe that he thought that she knew. "Please, I swear I don't know. I don't even know what you are talking about, I have no clue who he is or what he hid. Please I swear on my own life, you have to believe me!" As she struggled to get up she would beg, her voice shaky as she made her attempt to plead with the man. But the only thing it made him do was get even more frustrated, at which point he would motion for one of his men to do his thing. Rather roughly she could feel her hair being grabbed, then her head would be yanked back just as roughly. Once more she found herself clenching her teeth, a tear coming to her eye as she prepared herself for torture. She thought she would be able to look at the man, however the creepy look on his face was enough to scare her. She knew he was going to do it, her eyes closing as she prepared herself. "Which port were ye in when ye dropped off the sword, wench!?" This time he was yelling at her, the poker creeping closer and closer to her shoulder. "I don't..." The searing hot poker would then pierce the cloth of her upper right arm, she couldn't even finish her sentence. The only thing she could do was let out a scream, an almost blood curdling scream. But this didn't make him stop, in fact this seem to fuel him on. Just as suddenly as it had pierced her flesh it would pull out, the smell of her own flesh burning enough to make her want to vomit. While she would gag she wouldn't do it, she was trying to be strong but coming extremely close to failing. "The location of the sword or yer life, the choice be up to ye. I know ye been with him when he was at port, my eyes may be old but they don't be playin' tricks on me." With his foot he would lift her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes as he waited. This action alone would make her shudder, something that made him laugh. She had opened her mouth to speak, but before any sound could come out he seemed to grow tired of this little game. Though it had only started it was clear that the undead man before her was out of patience, the hot poker again once more piercing her flesh. This time it would slide between her collar bone and the muscle above it, once more causing her to let out a scream. Tears would stream down her face as this cruel man put her through pain, a pain unlike anything else she had ever felt before. This time she couldn't resist, the smell from her burning flesh was way too much for her to handle. Just as he was pulling out the poker her head would turn in the opposite direction, her body expelling the contents of her stomach right onto the floor of his brig. "I don't think she be knowin' where Kilik or the sword are boss," the man would pause at the death glare that Cervantes was giving him. "But that's just me thoughts, she don't be lookin' like she be able to give ye any more information." "I think ye be right, prepare the plank for she be walkin' it shortly." Cervantes would grin, though he was enjoying bringing her pain he had more important things to deal with right now and she wasn't one of them. "Please, I don't know what you are talking about. I don't want to walk the plank..." Before she could finish what she was saying she would get a smack to the face, her pleading eyes not making a bit of difference with this cruel and heatless man. While the man hurried off to do as the captain said, Cervantes would crouch in front of Daisy, he lifted her chin with the now cooled poker but it still left a slight burn under her chin. He looked her right in the eyes, almost as if staring into her soul. Not a word would be said, he knew this woman would not tell him what he wanted to know, mostly because he could tell by the look in her eyes that she didn't know. "Get up wench, it be the plank for ye whether ye like it or not." The pale man spoke as he stood, not a single bit of compassion in his voice. She was extremely shaky as she stood, she barely managed to get herself up on her feet. The pain was unbearable, but still somehow she managed to do just as she was told. Maybe it was because she knew that if she didn't things would be worse for her, perhaps it was for another reason. None of that mattered though, for soon enough she would be fish food. As if she wasn't walking fast enough, there was the poker at her back, prodding her along and getting her to walk a little more quickly. Nothing was wrong with her legs, but both of her arms were in great pain and she was quickly losing energy. But that didn't stop her from walking from the brig to the deck, the stairs up incredibly difficult as she had not had the shackles removed from around her ankles. "It's the plank for ye wench, straight down to Davey Jones Locker." The crew of his ship cheered, it was obvious that no one was going to help her. Little did she know there was a ship in the distance, one that kept watch on Cervantes ship closely. She was poked one more time in the back as she arrived at the plank, the poker now completely cooled off but caused her pain still as it seemed to hit a nerve. It had also pierced her skin a few times, and left drops of blood on the back of her shirt and her bodice. The board that was beneath her feet was extremely unsteady, the shackles removed just as she made it to the plank, she felt the wood bounce up and down as she took her first few steps. Obscenities were screamed at her, not just curse words but phrases speaking of what the men would like to do to her. This made Daisy shudder, perhaps walking the plank would be preferable to the treatment that she would surely receive if she remained on this ship. Making up her mind she would stop her hesitation, taking the necessary steps before her body would fall out of site. The sounds of cheering pirates were not heard, as her body fell into the water and was completely enveloped. As best as she could she kicked her feet, not having much strength at this point to do so. Upon arriving back to the surface, her wounds stung from the saltwater, the ship had already turned and started leaving. That's when she knew she was doomed, that's when she knew that her fate was sealed by the cruel man Cervantes. What she hadn't counted on was the other ship, the one that slowly crept toward her. Maxi had to be careful, with the woman at stake he couldn't risk a confrontation with Cervantes. It was a risk just to rescue her, but it was a calculated risk and he wouldn't be a very good pirate if he didn't take them. He could see her struggle through the spyglass, he knew he didn't have much time. As they drew closer to the woman, he would remove his shirt, which left his pants on as he dove headfirst into the water. The crew on the ship was already prepared, ready to bring the two of them back onboard. As quickly as he could, he swam to her, not at all bothered by the waves that seemed to crash down around them. It wasn't long before he had her in his clutches, but before she could get a good look at him, her world went black. Finally she would wake up, laying in the bed of the man that had rescued her. Her torso was incredibly sore, at first so much so that she couldn't even open her eyes. As she tried to sit up she would grunt in pain, letting out a louder grunt as she would fall back down to the bed. It was then that she heard the chuckle, not the mocking or cruel chuckle of Cervantes but one of genuine amusement. "Don't go so fast, if you do you're going to bust the stitches that had to be put in your wounds. Lucky for you the hot poker cauterized your wounds so there will be little, if any, risk of infection." The voice was soft as he spoke, the bed sunk as he would sit down beside where she lay. "I couldn't really save your clothes, at least not your shirt and your skirt. The bodice just looked too good on you not to keep." It was at this point that she opened her eyes, looking up to him as he chuckled. Like the man before, this one seemed familiar, at least visually. But she couldn't put her finger on it, she couldn't place it until she saw the nunchaku that draped from his belt. "Oh my god..." The whispered words were barely heard, although it did make Maxi chuckle. "You're Maxi and you rescued me from Cervantes." She shuddered as she spoke the second name, as she realized just what he had been looking for. "At least we know there is no fever, means we can get you cleaned up." He would smile as he stood, offering her a hand to help her up. She knew he was a pirate, but still her fondness for him told her to trust him. From what she had read on the web and seen in the game she knew that he had a code, unlike the man who captured her before. She was in a dream, but still it all felt so real. The pain, the soreness, the feel of the soft sheets beneath her. Never had a dream been so vivid, but to her there was no other explanation. "This must be a dream, it has to be." She would whisper to herself, the faint hint of chuckling heard as she felt her hand being taken. Gently the hand that held hers had risen, which lifted her hand along in the process. The motions were kept slow, only to make sure that she did not end up straining something in the process. He had a grin on his face, only because he knew what he had planned to help her relax. Sure it served multiple purposes, not just for her but for him, but he had the feeling that the both of them would end up enjoying it immensely. "You can do it, I have to get ready myself." He spoke when she finally stood, at which point she realized that she wasn't wearing any clothes and her body was his to view. Her cheeks turned a soft shade of red, arms came up and crossed over her chest to cover it. It had always been a hangup for her, for some reason she would rather someone see her naked from the waist down, her chest was definitely a source of self-consciousness for her. Her head had then bowed, as if that would help to hide the blush. He chuckled as he saw the blush, at which point her hand was ever so softly brought up to his lips. Gently they touched the back of her hand, not just a quick brush of the lips but a lingering kiss. To him he was making a promise, to him he was trying to seduce her and possibly even get her to relax. He took a few steps back, his arm extended until the point that their hands were separated. This action revealed part of her chest, her untouched hand had barely been enough to cover her areolae and nipples. To this he had grinned, to this she had blushed a bit more deeply. Still, he did not turn around. Instead, his arms would fold across his well sculpted chest and a smirk crossed his lips. "Has anyone ever told you that you are more cute when you blush?" He meant it. Sure part of him had just been looking for the smoothness of the comment but the rest of him definitely meant it. Before she could react he had already turned around, which meant he didn't get the chance to see her cheeks had turned quite a bit more red. She looked down to her right hand, something was missing; her wedding band. This seemed a little odd to her, but at the same time it was a dream, it had to be because she never thought that anyone like the man stripping before her would have any interest in her whatsoever. It hadn't taken much for his pants to fall to the floor, the belt he had been wearing was more like a sash and when it came off so did the pants. Daisy found herself staring at him from behind, she always did have a thing for a man's ass. She watched him lift one foot and then the other as he slowly slipped into the tub, her head turned so that she would not see anything that she did not think it her right to see. "The water's warm, come on in." As he had spoken he would adjust himself, which would allow for the strange woman to slip in and come to rest between his legs. She had no idea how it had gotten there, what seemed even more strange was the fact that apparently the water was not cold. When she looked at the tub she tilted her head, the tub was definitely large enough for the both of them. But what was it doing in the captain's quarters of a pirate ship? Daisy shook her head and sighed, her feet would then start to slowly carry her body closer and closer to the tub in front of her and the man in it. He could tell that she was nervous, which meant that he had to turn on the charm. Usually it was just a matter of giving the woman a kiss and she was putty in his arms, but this one seemed a little too conservative for that. Not to mention she was injured still, he knew he would have to be much more careful with all of his actions. His eyes never left her body as he watched her walk toward the tub. He tried to make it not so obvious that he felt the need to look at every bit of her. It had taken him years of practice to perfect such a technique, but at this point he was a master. To her it had simply seemed as if he was looking into her eyes the whole time, but for him his eyes had drank in every part of her female form. She opened her mouth as if to say something upon her arrival at the tub, but no words would come out. Both hands came up and covered her face, to hide the embarrassment that clearly shown upon her cheeks. But then once more she felt her hand taken into his, which he would use to slowly guide her into the tub in front of him. She couldn't help but to shiver as she felt it, both of his hands had carefully come to rest on her hips as if to guide her down to a sitting position. It took his effort and strength to keep her from losing her balance and just fall down, his well muscled arms were used to guide her until she sat between his legs in front of him. Once more she found herself covering her chest, it wasn't like he could see her breasts, she was facing away from him after all. "Let me just get some soap and I'll wash your back." When he said this his lips were dangerously close to her ear, the feel of his hot breath against her neck very definitely a pleasant sensation. She knew he was trying to seduce her, but damn if he wasn't doing a good job. She looked down at her right hand, though she knew it should be there it wasn't. Had something gone horribly wrong? But then she remembered, this was only a dream, one hell of a good dream but a dream none the less. His left hand would remain on her hip, the right hand reached out and rubbed softly against the bar of soap. He didn't want to lather it much, but he had to keep the appearance of having actually done it. As she had felt his hand on her back Daisy would close her eyes, leaned forward just slightly so that even the small of her back would be a little exposed. His hands then started to roam, the fingertips of his left gently caressing her side while the hand remained still and the right would slowly trace up and down her spine. She shivered as he did this, not because the water had started to grow cold but she could feel the start of her need behind begin to build. It was a familiar need, one she knew exactly what it meant, but one he could tell that she would be hesitant to fulfill. Maxi's hand that had been roaming stopped, ending up resting on her shoulder. With a gentle pressure he would pull her back, which would cause her to lean against him. He could feel a little resistance, but once she got close enough he would lean forward. Before he had even said anything she could feel his hot breath against her neck and ear, her eyes remained closed even then. Virtual Reality: Soul Calibur "I know just what you need and I can give it to you." The seductive whisper was almost like music to her ears, as she would then lean back he could feel her shiver. "Just relax, it won't do if you are tense." She did relax a little, however not completely. She still had thoughts of another man on her mind, the one that she had vowed to be faithful to and spend the rest of her life with. In a way Maxi's sweetness, whether pretend or real, reminded her of him. That fact alone would make the decision even harder for her, did she give in or did she resist the temptation of the man that sat right behind her? "You're beautiful, did you know that?" His words in her ear would bring her back to reality, or rather this reality that she seemed to be in right now. As he was speaking his hand would shift, once more gliding down her back and being placed on her hip. "I'm sure you have seen more beautiful than I..." As she leaned her head back to rest on his shoulder she whispered to him, not very confident in herself. "A different kind of beautiful." She heard the words, but before she could reply she suddenly became very distracted. His left hand would glide around her front, slowly traced her flesh until he could cup one of her breasts. Slowly he started to kneed it, not yet touching her nipple as his lips would place soft and tender kisses on her neck. His other hand was also busy, slid around her other side. This one however worked its way down, it slid toward the front as the other one did but its target was definitely different. "I shouldn't be doing this." Even as she spoke there were hints of moans in her words, the woman tried to hold herself back as if she wasn't supposed to enjoy this. She would hear him chuckle softly, which caused a slight vibration in her neck as he would continue his kisses. He continued to massage the underside of her breast, now allowing for his thumb to occasionally brush against her now pert nipple. The index of his other finger traced soft and gentle circles right above her trimmed hair, the motion aimed to tease her without directly stimulating her. "Did you not say that this was a dream?" This time when she heard his whisper she felt his warm breath on his neck, as if he had kissed his way up. The only thing he heard in response was a light moan, half in protest and half in enjoyment. "You yourself said it was only a dream, you know who I am so it's not like I'm a stranger." Just as he said this his finger would glide down between her lips and rubbed softly over her clit, to work it's way down her slit. She felt him tease her, his seductive voice whispered sweetly into her ear. He had a point but still she was hesitant, though quickly her resolve started to melt. Her moan in reaction to his newer action wasn't soft, it wasn't sweet, it was almost needy. Hearing that only made him grin, his eyes shifted so that he could see her face. "Only a dream." As he said this he kissed along her jaw line, as he saw her cheeks turn red and felt her resolve start to melt he could not help but to grin. At this point the tip of his finger would slide far enough down her slit to probe her opening, her hips shifted just enough to force the very tip of it to slide in and tease her depths. "I've dreamed before, nothing like this, nothing so real." He could feel her body tense, Daisy had started to fight his teases more. The muscles of her canal would clench around the tip of his finger, her thighs closed as if to stop the teasing down there and her head turned away from him as if she did not want to look at him. "Please Maxi, this is just a fantasy and I need..." She was almost begging him, yet at the same time she needed him. "Then why not fulfill your fantasy? Why not let yourself go and see what pleasure your dreams can give you?" His words interrupted hers, not only did he now know but the thought of being a woman's fantasy only further fueled his desire for her. Even she could not deny what he said, if it was a fantasy then why should she not just give in? She thought on it for a moment, not very long at all, then realized that there was no reason for her not to. It seemed that his questions cleared her mental confusion, cleared her mental insecurities about this whole thing. When he felt the change in her, his lips would curl into a grin, her body pulled closer to his. "Just relax, we'll both enjoy it more that way." His words were whispered into her ear, once more he had begun to kiss down her jaw line and to her neck. He used his teasing to pull her against him. His finger slid inside of her as her backside was now firmly rested against his front. Her head would come to tilt back, to rest on his shoulder as her eyes would slide to a close. She felt him behind her, his firm manhood rested almost perfectly between her cheeks. Slowly his finger slid in and out of her canal, his palm rubbed against the sensitive bud between her lips. Even though they were underwater he could feel the moistness of her canal, a moan escaped her lips as he would continue his caresses and fondling. He wanted to just take her, take care of his primal needs, but he also wanted her to enjoy it. What he did was torture to her, not the same kind of torture she had felt at the hands of Cervantes but a completely different type of torture. This was pleasurable, he brought her close though never close enough to get her to orgasm. Then would come the ultimate test, the test to see if she was truly ready for what he had planned. As his one finger had slid out of her the tip of it had curled, it brushed against that spot that all women had. Maxi would then slowly drag the finger he had been using inside of her up her slit, which allowed it to rub softly against her clit. Just as she moaned in response she felt his lips against his neck, softly whispered to her. "I think you're going to like this, though my hope is that you like what comes after much more." His voice was definitely seductive, but he wouldn't give her a chance to comment back. Rather suddenly she felt it. Instead of one finger slid quickly into her canal it was now two. Under the water of the tub his palm would rub against her sensitive nub, her hips would slink forward a little as if her body had made a request for him to go deeper. It had been an instinctive reaction more than anything, her body totally gave in to him and relaxed as much as it could in its pre-orgasmic state. But just as quickly as the fingers had done that they withdrew. Maxi brought them to his lips he would suck them clean and moan. The water hadn't washed off her taste, in fact it was quite sweet to him. Behind her she could feel him pulse with desire, they both knew how badly he wanted her. He could only guess how badly she wanted him, but if her desire was half of his then there would be absolutely no issue with what he was about to do. His hands would be placed on her thighs, his body leaned forward as they would trace down her legs. Once they got midway down her shins he would encourage her to bend them to the side, Daisy shivered as her breasts would touch the cooling water. Once her legs were near to tucked under her his hands would trace back up, this time placed upon her hips. Forward and up he would guide her, until she finally ended up kneeling and her hands placed on the edge of the tub in front of her. With some adjustment this put him in a kneeling position as well, not small but firm ass right in front of him. That wasn't what he was interested in though, he was more interested in the womanhood beneath it. It took quite a bit of control for him to not just thrust right into her, especially as he would take himself into his hand and rub the very tip of his member against her slick opening. Instantly she tensed, this was something she couldn't do under normal circumstances, at least not in reality. This made her a little concerned, she could not help but wonder if he would stop at her request. Her thought process did not go unnoticed, in fact he could tell just based on the position her back had changed to that she had become unsure of this once more. "Do not worry, this will be as good for you as it is for me." He leaned forward and kissed the back of his neck, still rubbing himself against her. "If not I promise that I will make it up to you." As he said this he would lean back until he was knelt again, his freehand would softly trace down the center of her spine. He was careful as his hips pushed forward a little, his hand used to guide him until the tip of him was actually inside of her. He could not help but to let out a groan, she felt so good around him already that he did not know how long he would be able to last. It took a bit of restraint on his part to place his hands on her hips and not push himself deeper, he wanted to take the first part of this nice and slow. She moaned as he would slowly push a little more in and pull out, despite being highly aroused she was still a little tight and one thrust in would hurt her. His moans were not contained either. In fact, with each little bit that he slid inside they would become louder and deeper. Inch by inch he would slide in and out, her muscles occasionally tensed before relaxing around him which would in turn cause him to throb. But finally it happened: he buried himself inside of her with his hips pressing against her backside. Not a single moment of pain, usually she could feel a stabbing pain in her abdomen, but this time there was not even the slightest hint of that. This made her relax, he watched as her back straightened and lost its tense state. This made him grin, he then let go of her hip with his right hand and trailed his hand both up and down her spine. It caused her to shiver, her muscles tensed around him and caused him to moan. Slowly at first he would start sliding in and out of her. His motions left just the tip of his manhood inside of her. She felt so good around him, with each stroke his desire increased, with each stroke the pleasure would build inside of him. He was not the only one that felt the pleasure, she too could feel him in a way she had never been able to enjoy a man before. Just as being teased beforehand was a form of torture, so were his slow thrusts. Her head bowed down, and her chest heaved ever so slightly as she could feel herself slip deeper into the moment. He kept his motions slow, which let him enjoy the incredible feeling of it all. They could both feel themselves build just as slowly as the thrusts, however this quickly became too much for her to handle. When she felt him pull back she prepared herself, her body wanted to feel release and she knew that this way was only going to bring her to the brink of one. It was as this motion occurred that she would test something, her body pulled forward to see how much leeway he had given to her. She now knew that his hands had been placed on her hips more for lack of something to do, the only time she felt his grip tighten was when only his head remained inside of her. At which point he would tighten his grip, which prevented her from causing him to pull out all the way. Without any warning she pushed her body back, her backside suddenly met his hips with a slapping sound. The two of them would moan loudly in unison, the pleasure from such a moment forced the two of their bodies to pause. Maxi hadn't at all expected this, but her taking some form of control turned him on even more. It was then that he made the decision, if she wanted more then she was going to get it. Once more he would slowly pull himself almost all the way out, the two of them shivered in delight. She felt his hands more firmly grip her hips, not only did he thrust forward but he also pulled her back. A couple of times this was done, each time it would take less encouragement for him to get her to push back against him. Slow out, quick and sudden in, as the steady rhythm was set the water around their legs would ripple and slam against their bodies as well as the edge of the tub. His grip on her hips would relax after about half a dozen strokes of the rhythm, their bodies worked in perfect unison for the same cause. Her muscles would start to dully pulsate around him, in response his member would throb as if trying to meet each pulse of her body and please her. It was not that the two of them had gone without for a while, it was the fact that she had finally accepted this was one of her fantasies come true, and he knew how to let go and enjoy himself, that caused the two of them to soon react. He became shaky as he felt it coming on, the delightful pulse of her muscles pushed his body further into the pleasure. Her thigh muscles would shiver, her back arched upward as if pointed toward the ceiling of his cabin. When it happened all would stop, his hips met with her backside and all that would pass by his cabin hearing the sound of their release. The both of them cried out in pleasure, not calling out the others name but a primal groan that was a prelude to the physical reaction. Her muscles would pulse rapidly around him as he swelled and then throbbed, their chests heaved in and out rapidly. His seed would then fill her, the final signal of his release and the feeling that pushed her into one of her own. Since their motions had stopped, the feeling would come to an end rather quickly, the two of them left satisfied but at the same time wanting more. His touch became more firm, his hands held her steady as he would pull himself back until he was able to be seated once more in the tub. She did not move, instead she would stay in that position. Their combined fluids leaked from her, running down her thighs. "I think someone enjoyed themselves more than they were expecting." He chuckled, his right hand reaching forward and tracing her slit all the way to her sensitive bud. Daisy would only moan in response, then let her body too fall back into a sitting position against his. Reaching forward his hand would once more come to her womanhood, although only partially for the purpose that she would probably imagine. Softly he rubbed down her slit, only the very tip of his finger entering her canal. She did moan a few times, her muscles clenched as she found this very teasing. But he needed to do it for what he had planned, if he was going to please her then he wanted her to be at least mostly clean of his fluids, though he was more than willing to get a taste of hers. "Out of the tub my dear lady, it is time I show you how a pirate takes care of his woman." She heard him whisper into her ear as Maxi's hand left her body, once more hands were placed upon her hips as he would help to guide her to a standing position. After she rose he would slowly begin the process of rising, hands left on her hips though not for balance. It started at her tail bone, soft and tender kisses placed along her spine. This caused his body, when he rose enough, to brush against her back. The goose bumps that formed as a reaction could easily be felt by the naked man. Once he reached the base of her skull he started with her right shoulder, kissed his way to the left and then back to the nearest ear. "Shall we?" His hands left her side, first one foot and then the other stepped out of the tub, his hand offered to help her with her balance if she so desired and needed it. She stepped out onto the bare wooden floors, the water dripped from their bodies and formed a puddle underneath the two of them. He did not even have plans to dry them off, that would take too much time. If he had not known just what he wanted it may have been different, but he had gotten a small taste of how her body reacted and wanted to push it to the breaking point. She looked up to him, a little unsure about where this was going to end up going next, still part of her fought the fact that she found pleasure with this man. She had not long to think about it before he would once more act, his hands found suddenly on the small of her back as he pulled their bodies to press together. Next came his lips against hers, no time given for her to recover the strong and dominating motion. Eyes closed, heads tilted so that their noses did not brush, bodies pressed together as need radiated from the both of them. It was not one leading the kiss, but the two of them seeming to know just what the other wanted. As their mouths opened and their tongues touched the two of them would shiver, more sweet moans escaped the lips only this time muffled and into the kiss. Slowly he would begin to guide her, steps taken to not only turn her around but lead her toward his goal; the bed. That was where he intended their night to continue, that was where he intended for their night to end. She felt the edge of the bed behind her at about mid thigh, though she was not forced against it in a rough manner. His left hand shifted, softly it would grip her neck while the other one would support the small of her back for his next motion that would soon be carried out. The kiss continued as he carefully leaned her back, his hands would guide her body so that she need not concern herself too much with balance or where she was to go. He used the feel of the bed against the hand on the small of her back to allow him to know where she was on the bed, he had to make sure that she ended up with her backside barely on the bed. Even while he was doing this their tongues would entwine, not dancing a dance but playing a game of cat and mouse with him as the cat and her as the mouse. Her body fully back against the bed he broke the kiss. He could tell by the look in her eyes that she wanted more and had not yet gotten enough. But before she could lift her head in an attempt to kiss him once more his lips were at her jaw, softly pressed against her flesh. She felt him trace a path down her jaw at first, then her neck, then her shoulder and finally down her chest until he would reach her breasts. He had felt something strange there before during his previous teasing, however now he got a chance to see it. Through each of her nipples was a piece of metal, a ball at each end to hold it in. Though he had seen many things before this was new to him, but then again he had seen piercings before so it wasn't completely foreign. But perhaps a little test was in order, one that he was all too happy to conduct. As he looked up to her the thumb of his right hand would brush across her left nipple, his motion a side to side motion from one ball to the other. The lower half of her body would press upwards, her eyes slid to a close as she let out a soft and barely audible moan. His lips then found her right nipple, instead of teasing it with his tongue as he was the other one with his finger, he decided to give her two totally separate sensations. Lips locked around the nipple and the barbell through it, gently at first but then his suction would pull the nipple more firmly into his mouth. He loved the sound that she produced, her moans were like sweet music of encouragement to his ears. Her body was so responsive, trying to arch her back and causing her stomach to press against his chest. After a moment he would switch, his left hand going to her right nipple and his lips suctioned around her left nipple. He had to remind himself that while this was play time there was a purpose, one he quickly became eager to bring about. He had planned to kiss his way down her body, however the smell of her arousal made him only want to taste it and as a result hastened his actions. He let go of her nipple with a pop-like sound, his hands slid down her body until they came to her knees. He would then spread her legs, before she knew it his tongue had started tracing up and down her womanhood. Already her thighs quivered in anticipation, her feet unable to touch the floor and, because of the position, it left her completely helpless. Virtual Reality: Soul Calibur The index fingers of each hand would be used to part her shaven lips from around her sensitive nub, thumbs used to part them from around her opening. He had not done nearly as much teasing this time around, but then again he knew she had almost come down from her high and did not want to give her the chance to do so completely. So immediately his tongue began its assault, the bud of her womanhood being flicked quickly. With each flick of his tongue came a flinch of her muscles, not because she did not like it but quite the opposite. It was an intense pleasure that caused her muscles to react in such a way, a way that encouraged him. Once he saw the visual of her and the way she reacted to pleasure he himself would react, his member started to come to life once more to attest to his own arousal and his own need. His thumbs felt the moisture that would once more begin to drip from her, only this time it was not diluted by the water so he got the full effect of it. His tongue slid down her opening, as he tasted her the two of them moaned; him because he was pleased and her because she was being brought to the brink once more. He decided not to let her off easy, instead he decided to give her all he could all at once. She felt his lips latch onto her and pull her bud further from its hiding place as his hands shifted. This caused her to moan deeply, even more so as his thumbs started to rub against her opening. This brought her close near instantly, the pressure against both sensitive areas increased the pleasure tenfold for her. Yet at the same time his face was not pressed against her, but just close enough so that he could get enough grip to suckle her bud. He felt it but had no time to react, her hands had reached down and came to rest on his head. Just as he could feel her muscles tense he could feel her grip, at the same time his head would be pushed down closer to her womanhood. As she moaned she felt it, his mouth pulled her bud deeper into his mouth as he suckled more firmly. This was it, just what she needed to be sent over the edge. Her reaction was stronger than before, her body writhed as he continued his ministrations. Her muscles clenched and released, her mouth let loose a scream of pleasure as her orgasm began but changed into loud moans as he forced her body to continue. Down his chin he could feel the moisture of her release flow, a grin on his lips when he finally decided that she had enough and pulled back. As he stood he noticed that her eyes were closed, her body still quivered in pleasure as he knew she was feeling the aftershocks. He had planned on doing something else, however his body and mind screamed at him to just take her. His member now hard, he decided to do just that, this time he did not give her a moments pause. Suddenly she felt him thrust forward, his member once more filled her canal. One quick stroke and he was all the way in, his chest almost heaved as hers was. Instead of his hands placed upon her hips, as he had done before, he did something different. They went to her knees before he pulled them up to end up with the back of them rested against his chest. Not moving inside of her his member pulsed, because of her feet being where they were it caused her canal to tighten around him and the two of them moaned with pleasure. Her world then became a blur, his hips pulled back and then thrust forward until his hips would once more meet hers. It could not be distinguished whether her orgasm continued, intensified or began anew, but whatever it was it felt incredible for the both of them. Her tight canal would milk his member, he felt himself squeezed just as rapidly as he could pull in and push out. He was careful not to go too quick, but with his pleasure building, he was not sure how long he could last. What seemed like a few moments was actually quite a few minutes, their moans filled the air of the cabin and could even be heard outside. The drops of water that had covered them were now drops of sweat, the purpose of their bath defeated as their bodies were coated with the new moisture. He continued to push her body to its limits, what he did not realize was that he pushed his own beyond its restraints while trying to hold back. Suddenly the explosion came, his member swelled within her and caused her yet another orgasm. His body could not take it any more, soon his hips slammed against her and his seed released. The two of them would both arch their backs, chests heaved in and out as they panted. Neither of them had the strength to go on, instead with weakened knees he stood there inside of her, forced to wait until their bodies would come down from the intense pleasure of their orgasms. He let go of her legs, he let them drop, as he watched her finally open her eyes. She saw him look down to her with a grin on his face, an arm came up to wipe the sweat from his forehead. Her head dropped back down, her eyes closed as she concentrated on trying to get her breath back. She felt his warm arms wrap around her, his chest pressing to hers as he lifted her up rather easily. He did not even bother to move the covers, instead he would climb onto the bed with her in his arms and allow her to lay on top of him with himself still inside of her. That was when her world went black, her body brought to the limit so far that she could not recover properly from the encounter. The last thing she heard as she felt her body once more involuntarily moved to lay beside him was the whisper in her ear, she could tell just based on the sound of his voice that he was grinning. "How could something so incredible be a dream?" Copyright June 2007 by MrsDeathlynx