Eversor Rampant v1.02 With thanks to Keys. Tags: Vanilla, EversorxScribe, deepthroating, from behind, light on the plot Inspired by: http://i.imgur.com/tXgRWJp.jpg “Milord, I think I administered the wrong wake-up drug…” said the young scribe, adjusting his bifocals and stepping back from the casket, steam still pouring out of it as the cryo-stasis field slowly deactivated. However, the contents of the box had already awoken, and climbed out to sit on the rim, tearing her armored breastplate off to reveal her ample bosom to the men in the command post. Her breasts were marked with jagged scars from untold battlefields, yet were still alluring and shapely – the faded red lines were merely an accentuation of their beauty, like a tattoo marking a past victory. As the woman leaned forward, they lightly jiggled, taunting the men of the room with their perkiness. Her face held similar scars, one across her nose, and another of them still fresh – it ran from the corner of her lip up her cheek, giving her a disturbingly large smile, and the stitches were still in. The woman’s hair was short and messy, her bangs hanging just above her eyes. Her piercing blue eyes slowly scanned the room left to right, silently observing the occupants like she was lining up targets. Then, still silent, her grin widened, and she pulled up one of her toned, tanned legs to rest her foot on the rim, displaying both her flexibility and exposing what lay between her thighs. Her high-cut grey thong was thin and sheer, tightly clinging to her hips and crotch – her vulva was clearly visible underneath it, the fabric riding up into her in a painfully arousing camel toe. There was a significant wet patch growing there, undeniable proof of what the stranger wanted. “God-Emperor, save our dicks,” said the Imperial general after everyone in the room had gotten an eyeful of the Eversor assassin’s voluptuous form. He nodded to everyone else in the room, adjusted his regal hat, and began to unbuckle his pants with noisy clinks from all the metal tapping together. The rest of the command staff followed suit, and the rustling of six pairs of pants falling to the ground was the only sound in the tent for a few moments. “Sir, are we really going to just… you know?” the scribe asked, fumbling with the colorful rope that was tied around his robes. “Are you going to deny an Eversor assassin what she wants? It’s too late to stop her now. If we try to resist, she’ll just rape us,” the commander said, his cutlass standing proudly at attention. “If we can satisfy her, she’ll go back to sleep and we can give her the right drugs. Since this was your failure, you’ll have to go first, Donovan. Hold out as long as you can.” “I-I understand,” the scribe stuttered, finally undoing the knot and pulling his robes off. His young form was lanky, but fit from the physical requirements of serving under a general. Just the sight of the sensual Eversor had made him hard, and he noticed out of the corner of his eye that he was actually bigger than his commander. In fact, he was one of the biggest in the room. He repressed the urge to snicker and focused his attention on the woman who had apparently understood what the general had said, and was also looking at him. Her eyes glanced down at Donovan’s erection, then back up at his face, and her features morphed into the most seductive come-hither look he had ever seen. Her left hand lifted up and beckoned him towards her with one finger, the deadly claws of her neuro gauntlet clinking against each other. The bespectacled scribe had never felt so turned on in all of his life, and his feet carried him towards her even without his brain telling them to do so. When he was inches away from her, his tip brushing against her chest, she grabbed it with her right hand and held it still while she promptly sealed her lips around his glans. The book-worm groaned as her long, moist tongue slipped around his most sensitive points with dangerous skill and precision. Within only a few seconds of her brutal teasing, he was overwhelmed, and reflexively grabbed hold of her head with both of his hands, shoving his hips forward and the rest of his considerable length into her mouth and down her throat. The Eversor let out a choked moan of surprise, and every man in the room winced in fear for the young one who had made such a faux-pas with such a dangerous woman. Donovan realized his error when her tongue stopped moving, and blanched in shock. After a moment of pause, however, her tongue began to swish and swirl around him again, with even more fervor than before as she sucked and slurped on him loudly. In no time, he found himself panting and slowly bucking his hips into her face, and she gladly took him, her throat visibly bulging with his member’s size, in and out, in and out. When her hands grabbed hold of his rear to help guide him, and he felt the claws of her neuro gauntlet pressed against his sensitive skin, he slowed down, but in response, the Eversor began to push her lips forward and backward on his member, picking up the slack for him. Her mouth was so wet and warm, her tongue so deft, her moans so gentle, and the force of her blowing so great, that Donovan soon felt the tingling churning of his balls preparing to erupt. The oral quickly became wet and loud, everyone in the command post able to hear the slick slurps and splurches that came with her ministrations and his feverish humping. The pleasure became so intense that he could not help but drool down his chin as she slobbered and hummed pleasingly over his girth, and with one final, sloppy thrust, he pumped his thick load down her throat, and she gulped it down eagerly. The scribe’s eyes glazed over and his legs shook uncontrollably as he came harder than he ever had in his life. “Oh, throne!” he exclaimed weakly after he began to come down from cloud nine. He petted the Eversor’s hair appreciatively with his sweaty fingers as she slowly pulled off of him, saliva dripping from his length. She finally came off with a wet pop, and after catching her breath with unnatural speed, she looked up at the lucky man and licked her lips sensually, catching a few of his loose pubic hairs on her tongue and spitting them out. “Great going, maggot, you just totally failed to even turn her on,” the general barked. “Letting her blow you? Fool! I hope you’ve got enough man in you to go again, because I ain’t bloody well taking on a fresh Eversor in the sack!” Gingerly, Donovan winced at the gruff yelling, and the Eversor smiled. She stood up, reaching down to pull her thong down her pale legs and kicking it off. She grabbed the scribe’s hand and pulled it down against her crotch, allowing him to feel the pulsing warmth of her heartbeat through her engorged flesh, while she took her neuro gauntlet and ran the tips of her lethal claws down his back teasingly, the cold metal making him shiver. He was hard again in moments, maybe even more than before. The silent woman then moved into a close hug with the scribe, and nuzzled her nose and lips against his neck tenderly. He blinked at the sudden intimate contact, and when she started to lick him, he groaned and threw his head back from the sensation. Without any warning, she broke away from him and leaned over the casket, gripping the sides of it, and sticking her rear out and slowly waving it back and forth tantalizingly. Her fat, twitching mound slowly dripped with natural lubricant, an undeniable proof of her arousal. As if the Emperor’s will was guiding his erection, the scribe slammed himself straight into the lusty assassin, forcing every inch inside her tight, rippling passage till his hilt smacked against her taut rear. She moaned lewdly and pushed back against his entry, boosting the effect of the impact for both of them. Donovan grabbed onto her hips and, as she ground her rear up against his pelvis in profoundly erotic rolling motions, he began to slowly pump her in a gentle, tender rhythm. Her genetically enhanced walls gripped his naturally superior girth with incredible strength, making every movement either of them made astonishing to feel. She was soaking wet, and the musky scent of her womanhood filled the air, the pheromones only serving to further arouse the book-worm, as well as the audience. Her heartbeat, strong and excited, rippled throughout her sex, and his, anxious and quicker, beat out a staccato reply inside her. It was not long until the scholar picked up the tempo, swinging his pelvis against her rump with pure bestial lust, struggling to keep his natural urges down in the hopes of somehow outlasting the perfected, beautiful human specimen before him that had some sort of horrifyingly strong aphrodisiac in her veins. The assassin began to let out small, soft, cute gasps and moans, while Donovan grunted and panted desperately. The raunchy, moist smacking of their flesh together echoed through the night. Despite his efforts, the scribe found himself soon pounding her as hard and fast as he could in a crescendo of noise and rhythm. The Eversor’s moans became loud and passionate, clearly enjoying the ride. Before Donovan could pull out, he felt the rush of sperm coming, and instinctively drove himself as deep into the sexy assassin as he could, his testes visibly twitching upwards and his mind going blank with speechless euphoria as he painted her insides white. Sperm slowly trickled out of her passage along with her own juices, the abject warmth and twitching of her flower around the scholar making him delirious, gently humping her some more as she slowly glanced back at him with a sly grin on her battle-worn, yet beautiful face. When his brain registered the fact that he had released himself inside of her, sweat began to pour down him, and the busty woman slowly pulled herself off of him before standing up and roughly shoving him to the ground. When the bespectacled man realized she was not upset, the thought of her accepting his seed so gleefully kickstarted his arousal again, his member beginning to harden before their eyes. “You d-don’t mind?” he asked, though he already knew the answer when she squatted down to straddle him, her womanhood pressed against his shaft. She slowly slid herself back and forth along him, grabbing his hand with her safe right hand and pressing her fingers between his and squeezing tightly. “God-Emperor, I’m going to die,” the scribe thought aloud as she succeeded in making him horny again. “I’m going to die by coitus. You’re going to screw me until I run dry, aren’t you?” he asked, shivering at the thought underneath her. The assassin smiled again, and shrugged, before lifting her hips up, grabbing his length with her left hand (careful not to prick him with the claws of her gauntlet), and slowly lowering herself down to take him into her once more. “Your sacrifice will not be in vain, scholar. Your assaults will create an opening to finish off the target by our combined forces. The Emperor will smile upon you for your heroism,” the general said, saluting him sharply, as did all of the other officers in the room. “Godspeed.” TO BE CONTINUED?