Tracker

Zigarete kneeled in front of her ex-lover. The Tacker, a dark long haired faen, looked down at her. The look was not one of malice but one of accomplishment. This was a stupid deal, but it is one Zigarete would have to make for her to have any hope of tracking down the sorcerer. She knew that the Tracker had been longing for her body ever since they had gone their separate ways, using that desire was a relatively efficient way to acquire his services. It wasn't like she hadn't done this before, they used to be lovers after all. Looking at his naked form for the first time in years, she would be lying to herself if she said she didn't still find the Tracker physically attractive. But it was never his appearance that she disliked; it was his personality that she despised.

"Well go on then. Let's get this over with." Zigarete complained, the Tracker's room was cold and she could feel the chill hardening her nipples. The Tracker grabbed the back of the Grand Inquisitor's hair and pushed her lips towards his cock. Zigarete opened her mouth as the long faen member slid down to the back of her throat. It was as big as she remembered. A little uncomfortable, but getting her face fucked like this was something Zigarete was used to. At the peak of their former relationship, the Tracker used Zigarete's mouth like this at least once a day. She softened her jaw and throat allowing the Tracker to dictate the pace. It looked like the Tracker was enjoying the satisfying noises that escaped her mouth. Zigarete let out a soft whimper on the Tracker's cock as her breast was lightly slapped.

Before long the Tracker bent Zigarete over the nearby chair, all the while keeping hold over Zigarete's hair, leading her around like an animal. She felt her hair get pulled back firmly the Tracker guided his cock into her pussy. This was always how their lovemaking, rather love-taking, went. Zigarete never felt like she was in control, she hated the feeling of being helpless, of not being in control. She would always feel so humiliated every time they fucked. Her usual proud demeanour cracked with each load the Tracker deposited within her. 

For now, she struggled to maintain some control, rocking her hips back against the Tracker's shaft. She wouldn't let him completely take over like he had done in the past. Zigarete felt the Tracker reaching her innermost depths. Her body started to enjoy the sensation. A loud smack echoed through the room as the Tracker slapped the Grand Inquisitor's ass. Zigarete let out a moan and clenched down on her ex-lover's cock, another tug at her hair indicating that he was indeed enjoying her tightness.

Zigarete hadn't taken many lovers since she had left the Tracker, only the odd time or two when she got desperately horny, and her own touch wouldn't suffice. In fact, the last person she had done anything sexual with was that damn sorcerer. Zigarete found herself getting angry at that thought, she pushed the Tracker off balance and onto his back, all the while maintaining his cock inside of her. She began to take control, bouncing furiously up and down the cock's length. 'That damned sorcerer!' she thought as she continued to fuck. 'I will make him pay for humiliating me like that.' She was now in complete control, her hips subconsciously burying themselves on the Tracker's length. 

The Tracker soon retorted and regained control. Lifting Zigarete up and pushing her against the nearby wall. Zigarete's anger was replaced with pleasure as she felt herself beginning to reach her peak. As her body repeatedly pushed against the wall, all she could think of was ways in which she would exact her revenge. Several more pumps were all it took for Zigarete to cum, her legs barely holding herself up through the wave of desire. She was pretty sure the Tracker had cum too. She felt something warm running down her leg, but she didn't pay it much mind.

"It's time to get to work." Zigarete declared.