Bisexual Disaster

The day passes in a blur in a whirlwind of chores and preparations. The fortress is abuzz with excitement — the main force is returning from another victorious campaign. Tonight, you’ll be able to indulge in good food and alcohol.

By evening, as the sun sets, the returning Ultramarines are greeted with cheers. Even in battle worn armor, the sight of them makes your heart swell with pride. The celebration begins, laughter and the smells of food fill the halls of the fortress. You join the other serfs in the feasting hall, and as the alcohol flows, the gap between you and the Ultramarines shrinks.

One marine in particular has caught your eye, and you’ve caught his. He’s stern faced, and holds himself in a commanding manner, even when he’s speaking with his brothers.

And you’re too drunk at this point to realize you’ve been making bedroom eyes at him all night. Your heart quickens when he excuses himself from the group and approaches you. The serfs you were with scatter, leaving you alone to face him.

He leans down, his hand heavy and possessive against the small of your back. “Come with me,” he whispers. The heat of his lips near your ear sends an electric shiver down your spine, and against your better judgment, you nod.

The sounds of the celebration fade into the background as he guides you through the halls of the fortress, his hand never leaving your back.

At last, he stops in front of a door and pushes you through it. It’s a serf’s room, but not yours, and whose you aren’t sure.

He drags you close, pulling your bodies flush together. The cold of his armor seeps through your clothes, chilling against your overheated flesh. He leans down and kisses you, hard and possessive. You whimper and cling to his armor as he devours your mouth, bullying his tongue into your mouth. His hands roam your body, groping and tearing at your clothes, tossing them aside to be forgotten.

The marine breaks the kiss and lifts you up with ease, carrying you over to the bed and throwing you down upon it. In your drunken haze, you laugh and give him your best sultry, come-hither look.

“Come, breed me, my lord,” you slur your words, obscenely spreading your legs wide for him. As if he would fit between them.

The marine growls. He fights with the codpiece of his armor and tosses it aside. It would take too long, be too much of a hassle to fully undress, and he needs to bury himself as deep as he can inside of you. You bit your lip as he reaches in the bodysuit, pulling out his stiff cock.

“Get on your hands and knees,” he demands, joining you on the bed. It creaks dangerously under his added weight. When you don’t move fast enough for him, he grabs you by the hip and rolls you over onto your stomach. You yelp and giggle when he raises your hips high, forcing you to lean up on your toes to accommodate him.

He slaps his cock against the wet slit of your cunt a few times before fitting the thick head against your entrance. There are no sweet words, no considerate ‘here I go’, nothing. The marine sinks himself into you, forcing your cunt to stretch around his girth.

For a moment, the pain of it all sobers you up faster than any hangover cure. You cry out, clawing at the bed beneath you as he thrusts shallowly against you, again and again, shoving himself deeper into you each time.

“Breathe girl,” he grumbles. “Keep squeezing like that and you’ll push me out.”

You take a deep, shaky breath and try to will your body to relax. He drives his cock harder into you this time, causing you to let out a squeal. Your body shakes in his grip as you cum, gushing and soaking his cock further with your fluids.

“That’s it,” he coos. “Such a well behaved mortal. I’ll give you what you want!”

He squeezes your hips tight enough that you’ll have bruises in the morning, and fucks you in earnest. Your desperate cries mingle with his grunts. The old bed squeaks and groans, the headboard bangs against the wall. It’s enough to push you quickly into a second orgasm. Your eyes roll back in your head, your cunt leaking and clenching around him.

The marine moans, slowing down as he enjoys the feel of your cunt fluttering around him. He thrusts one last time and groans, loud and deep. He holds himself deep inside of you, his cock throbbing as he floods your cunt with his seed.

Your head spins as his cock slips from your dripping cunt and you drop back onto the bed, panting hard. He leans back and slaps you hard on the ass; the sound echoing through the room. It stings and you yelp, raising your ass higher with a whine.

He chuckles and leans over you, guiding his cock into you again.

The night wears on, hours blending together as he claims you over and over. You lose track of how many times he’s made you cum, and the number of times he’s filled you with his seed. Even after the bed collapsed, he continues. He picks you up and tosses you onto the next available surface — be it a table, wall, or floor.

You tremble, overwhelmed and caught up in the frenzy of desire, and it takes its toll. Exhaustion claims you at some point, and you pass out. The next time you wake, it’s alone in the remnants of a broken bed. You’re disappointed he didn’t stay, more so that you can’t remember anything distinctive about him.