CHAPTER 27: CHAPTER 27: THE COLD HORNY COSPLAYER PART 1.

N’Ïrk silently steps out from Evennette’s bedroom, closing the door, approaching to Indayra. "What brings you here, Porcelain Nun?. You said it was time for bed".

"Well. I went to my room with that intention. But in the way, i saw a Barbarian carrying an unconscious damsel to a private room. In good faith. I can’t let that to happen. If it weren’t for my timely apparition, who knows what obscene acts you had committed with her".

{Ok. Indayra. I’ll play your game}

*Jha*. "And what can a Nun, as fragile as you, do to stop me?".

"I can offer myself, as a substitute to appease your lust".

N’Ïrk smirks. *Jha*. "I am going to break you with a few thrust".

"Unfounded words. As expected from a Barbarian. You only know how to «Talk»...".

"Then i will not speak for the next half an hour, but i will not understand language neither.

"That is supposed to scare me?. Try if you dare, Brute. My faith will stand firm, regardless of your ministrations".

Cracking his neck, N’Ïrk grabs Indayra’s left shoulder, turning firmly the damsel, pushing her to the corridor’s wall, and having a nice view of the female’s perky buttocks.

Her hands are pressed to the hard cold surface of concrete, while the young man takes off his silver belt, using it as a whip.

The blow is upwards and suddenly change its approach downwards, making a spiral in the air, amassing a great amount of kinetic energy that is released in a clean strike that passes between Indayra’s legs.

The target is the Nun’s Porcelain clit, and the violent slap shatters her, leaving her beyond stupefied.

Her knees buckle, her belly tightens, and her gaze fades into rolling eyes. {What the fuck did he do to me?!}.

The Frosted Witch is overcomed with an intense orgasm, clenching her teeth, and sealing her rosaceous lips to contain the whimpering moan, she caught in her throat.

Unable to move or put up the slightest resistance, Indayra doesn’t realize when N’Ïrk swaps the grip on the belt to employ it as a makeshift collar and leash.

Tugging the item with excessive force, the object is tightened furthermore around Indayra’s neck, cutting the damsel’s breath as she is dragged across the hall like a war trophy in exhibition, each step closer to her own room in the Deck.

{I can’t breath}. She panics for a moment, but noticing the wet glossy trail of fluids leaving her crying vagina, causes her to not care anymore.

Truth be told, she lived with a shortage of oxygen due to the mask, even when she is choked, her respiration is not affected or hindered.

It was only the initial shock what surprised her. Astonished when N’Ïrk went from Civilized Man to Savage Male.

Both want to impregnate many females, whoever says otherwise is lying.

But the methods and ways of acting are opposite.

The Civilized Man would give gifts, take the woman on walks, dates, shopping and dinners with the fleeting hope that something else would bloom overnight.

The latter takes what he wants, when he desires and how he pleases. {How stupid i can be?!. N’Ïrk warned me about him being a beast. I just didn’t think he meant a beast in bed. How many partners did he had to make me orgasm with a hit?. What am i even thinking?!. I must be lightheaded. Yes!. That is why i am a bit delirious!}

Nevertheless. Indayra was mistaken.

Inside the bedroom, the young man rips the top of his pants along with his boxer, sitting on the bed’s edge, separating his legs and pulling the makeshift leash to assess the beauty of his broodmare.

Indayra’s face lands on N’Ïrk’s groin, her lips kissing the testicles, the nose against the base of the shaft and the rest of the pole is slowly engorged, increasing steadily in size, smearing with viscous precum the Porcelain Doll’s face.

The manly pungent stench sinks into Indayra’s sense, N’Ïrk’s monstrous dick has an intoxicating fragrance. She partially parts her lips, obliviously allowing the cowper fluid to invade her mouth.

{Why does N’Ïrk taste so delicious?!. Fuck!. The texture feels so good too}. Indayra’s ice blue eyes look upwards, wanting to see her captor, but her sight is glued to the bulbous cock’s head. {Holy Haven!. N’Ïrk wasn’t joking. This rode is going to split me in half if he sticks it in my little virgin pussy. I have to appease him without having sex, if he does the deed. I’ll never be able to continue living if he is not around me}.

Without a silver of hesitation, the Porcelain Doll starts licking the veiny manhood, sliding her cold tongue along the warmth surface of the throbbing virility.

N’Ïrk tuggs the belt upwards, lifting the slender Porcelain Nun so she straights her back. Indayra doesn’t need a second thought, the action itself is pretty much self-explanatory, opening her small mouth as much as she can, and gobbling down the girthy cock.

The length reaches the damsel’s throat, and she gags, moving back to retreat. But a large hand rest on her scalp, and with a harsh push, Indayra’s head is guided down, forced to swallow the thickness of the shoved dick, expanding and reshaping the clenching coughing canal.

Her gurgling, and the desperated zigzag of her tongue, are her only course of action, salivating constantly to lube the pole of flesh, and improve the slide, but worsening the glide in the process, as each thrust is delving deeper than the previous one.

Indayra is not a prude, she has seen some videos, and out of curiosity, she tried to practice with a cucumber once. She felt a surge of pleasure touching her uvula and got afraid to go further down.

Now her face is not different than a glorified Fleshlight, swallowing a bit more than two thirds of the manhood’s length, as she cannot take the size all the way to the hilt of the base. {N’Ïrk’s penis is too thick, long and tasty. Tasty??. I must be delusional!. He is a Brute!. Why am i loving each second of this abuse?!}.

The pleasure felt by Indayra is so intense that she is gushing streams of fluid from her virgin pussy, like a crack in a broken damp.

The Nun’s outfit is soaked wet in the lower garment, and the scent on the room is demanding to alter the vibe further, staining the chamber with the mixture of sweat, vaginal nectar and semen that comes from real sex.

{He is not stopping. I have to say no. If he continues i...}. Indayra is stunned. She is so out of herself that didn’t noticed when N’Ïrk stand up from the bed. {He is not satisfied. I can feel it. He wants more. And... , So do i...}