The Commander's Discipline: Hardcore Fantasy

Sir Alistair gripped his lover's hips, pulling them back against his armored thighs. 'You will stay still while I take what is mine,' he growled, his voice thick with command. He didn't wait for an answer, shoving his thick, throbbing cock deep into their soaking wet pussy. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the tent as he began to thrust with punishing force. Their bodies collided rhythmically, Alistair's large hands bruising their thighs as he hammered into them.

He reached around, his fingers digging into their breasts, squeezing the nipples hard. 'Beg for it,' he ordered, his pace increasing. He wasn't being gentle; he was fucking them with a primal, raw hunger. He pulled his cock out almost entirely before slamming it back in, bottoming out against their cervix. They groaned, head tossing back, as the friction of his heavy shaft drove them toward the edge.

Switching positions, Alistair flipped them over, forcing them onto all fours. He grabbed their hair, pulling their head back to expose their throat. He entered them from behind, his cock sliding through their cream-slicked heat with every brutal shove. The wet, squelching sounds of his cock fucking their ass and pussy echoed in the silence of the camp. He was relentless, his hips driving forward with unstoppable momentum.

'Look at me while I fuck you,' he commanded, forcing them to turn their head. As they locked eyes, Alistair felt the build-up. He increased the speed, his thrusts becoming short and violent. He began to cum, his thick ropes of hot cum splashing deep inside them. He let out a guttural roar, his body tensing as he pumped load after load into their core, filling them to the brim while they shook with their own violent orgasm.