I strode into Kosta's forge, the heat from the flames matching the fire in my veins. That bald, fat, ugly bastard owed me a blade sharp enough to gut my enemies, but his leering eyes told me he had other plans. 'Kassandra, my fierce warrior,' he rumbled, wiping sweat from his black skin, 'your weapon awaits, but first, a wager. Win, and it's yours free. Lose, and you pay in ways that make you wet.' I laughed sharply, my voice cutting like my spear. 'You think your tricks can tame me, old fool? I'm no submissive toy—I'll have that cock of yours if it amuses me, but on my terms.'
He grinned, producing a hidden vial of some aphrodisiac-laced wine, tricking me into a 'toast' that burned through my resolve. Soon my body betrayed me, horny and dripping despite my hate. 'Hate me all you want, Kassandra,' he taunted, 'but feel how hard this fist-sized cock gets for your ass.' I shoved him back, strong and unyielding, kissing him fiercely to assert control—our lips crashing, tongues battling as I grabbed his throbbing member. 'This pussy isn't yours to claim easily,' I hissed between kisses, stroking his massive length until it pulsed. He panted, sweating, as I dropped to my knees for a blowjob that left him groaning, my mouth working him expertly.
Pushing him down, I mounted that huge cock, riding hard and fast, my pussy clenching wet and dripping around him. 'You tricked me, but I'll make you cum first,' I growled, kissing him deeply again, our bodies slamming together. He came with a roar, filling me, but I kept going, panting and sweating until I exploded in ecstasy, proving no one owns the mighty Kassandra.
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