The temple arena. Moonlit backyard for the whole damn neighborhood. Quarters line the edges, windows dark, folks asleep. But torches flicker light under heavy doors. Guards’ shadows shift nearby. My heart slams. She’s down, legs splayed on the sand. Poison wracks her. Spasms twist her tiny frame. I kneel close. Her eyes lock mine—defeat, hate, need. ‘You know what to do,’ I whisper. Hand on her thigh. Fabric tears under my dagger. No panties. Her slit bare, pink, virgin-tight. Neighbors could peek. One creak, we’re done. I unzip my armor crotch. Cock hard enough. Neighbors sleeping feet away. Risk burns sweet.
She nods faint. Legs wider. I grip hips. Gland nudges lips. Thrust. Hymen rips. Blood slicks me. She gasps—muffled, choked. Sand crunches under knees. My breath hot on her neck. Light glows sudden. Power floods me. Sky-force hers, now mine. She bucks wild, poison fading. I pin her. Slow pumps first. Wet squelch echoes soft. Doors rattle faint wind. Someone stirs? Fuck. Deeper. Her walls clench cock. No mercy. Hips slap quiet. Sweat drips. Torchlight dances through cracks. Protectresses watch frozen. One step, they charge. Thrill spikes. I rip her top. Tits free, nipples hard. Pinch. She bites lip—moan escapes, tiny. ‘Shh,’ I hiss. Neighbors hear? Faster. Cock pistons. Her pussy gushes. Legs wrap me. She’s into it now.
The Contact
Pace builds. Grunts low. Her nails dig back. Sand shifts, creaks like old floorboards. Windows black, but eyes could pry. Gilchrist coughs distant—fuck. Thrust savage. She convulses. First orgasm rips her. Muffled cry—’Ahh!’ I cover mouth. Pussy milks me. Power surges brighter. Glow blinds. I slow, kiss neck. Tongue invades. She kisses back, sloppy, hungry. Hands roam tits, ass. Second peak hits her—body arches. I pull out. Cum sprays sand. Hot ropes. She pants, spent. Eyes dazed. Mine now. Slave marked.
I zip up. Rise slow. Heart thuds wild. Sand sticks skin. Her sprawled, torn, leaking. Protectresses glare, frozen. Hirsin nods grim. Slip to shadows. Footsteps echo hall—someone climbs stairs? Doorlight slices floor. Hold breath. Passerby murmurs. Gone. Back to quarters. Door clicks shut. Lock turns. Lean wall. Cock twitches memory. Secret sealed. Neighborhood sleeps. I own the guardian next door.