Lampi, the living-blood vessel with fire in her veins, had hunted the custom-crafted Kronster for weeks through the crumbling halls of the Pale King's forgotten domain. At eighteen, he was no mere shell but a sharp-tongued wanderer who dodged her traps with infuriating ease. She cornered him at last in a torchlit alcove, her eyes gleaming with predatory hunger.
"Thought you could outrun me forever, pretty vessel?" she purred, flinging her throwing handcuffs. They snapped around his wrists and ankles, slamming him hard against the stone wall. Kronster grunted, struggling, but before he could retort she hurled her hook-spear. It struck with a dull thud, and he slumped, vision blurring to black.
When he stirred minutes later, blindfolded and still pinned, Lampi was already kneeling between his spread legs. She tugged his garments aside, freeing his cock to the cool air. "Mmm, look at this hard prize. All that running made you tense, didn't it?"
Kronster's breath hitched. "You... knocked me out just to ogle? Bold, even for a blood-thirsty tease like you." Lampi laughed, wrapping her fingers around his length and stroking until it throbbed. "Tease? I'm just getting started. Tell me you aren't already horny, dripping at the thought of what my pussy can do."
She leaned in, taking him into her mouth for a slow, wet blowjob that had him panting and sweating against the wall. "Fuck... your tongue's sharper than your spear," he gasped, hips twitching despite the restraints. Lampi pulled back, her own arousal slick and dripping down her thighs as she climbed astride him. "Witty to the end. Let's see if that cock can keep up." She sank down, impaling herself on his hardness, riding him with fierce, rolling thrusts that slapped her ass against his pinned form.
Their bodies moved in heated rhythm, her strong hands gripping his shoulders while she whispered filthy encouragements. Kronster came first with a groan, flooding her with cum, but Lampi followed moments later, clenching tight around him and crying out in triumph. She lingered, panting, before easing off.
"Round one, vessel. The Pale King's little experiment has more to learn about surrender."
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