The Dark Captain

Chapter 40

After a few minutes of the two of them just looking each other up and down, Arianna decided it was time to work up an appetite. Yes, she was already hungry, but even when she went to check on the food, that was not what she wanted at the moment.

"Mind if we train?" she asked, making his eyes snap to hers. "It's been a while and-"

Steve sighed and said, "Fine. No holding back."

Of course, she wanted to train. To Steve, she was trying to burn off the desire between them so that they took a step back. But Arianna's idea was far different. Steve knew it, but he wanted to convince himself otherwise and let himself be fooled.

He rushed at her and slammed her into the wall. The thought of her wrapping her legs around him as he skewered her flashed through their minds. But now wasn't the time to be distracted.

He went to hit her face with his elbow, but she ducked under his arm so that it went through the wall. She then dealt him a blow to the back of the head, making him stumble. In a short time in HYDRA, her body had become accustomed to fighting him and her bones could deal with the shock of handling a super soldier.

She grabbed his shirt to attempt to toss him but he headbutted her. In the scuffle, his shirt was ripped off of him. In her dizzy state, he was able to lead her to a table and threw her over it. She landed hard but didn't let the lack of oxygen or black spots on her vision stop her from standing by using the desk.

"Come to Daddy," he taunted.

Using the tablecloth she had taken with her, she took a decorative metal vase in it and hit him in the head. He was dazed but it gave her time to wrap the cloth around his neck to steady him, slam her forehead into his, and kick him into a glass bookcase. He fell to the floor, amazed at the beauty standing over him.

"Who's your Daddy now?" she asked breathlessly.

Seeing him go to stand, she ran over to the couch, Steve on her heels. He tackled her before she could find another prop to use on him. Somehow, she was the one on top of him and began punching him hard. But this didn't stop him from finding the hole she had and slamming her into the floor. She wrapped her arm around his neck and her legs around his torso. He could feel her panties were soaked, but he had to get her to let go. He needed to breathe.

Picking her up and looking around, he spotted a decorative mirror. The force he used to ram her into it shattered the glass. She blindly grabbed for two glass ornaments and broke them on either side of his head.

She launched herself at him and tried to choke him again, even slamming her elbow into his back to get him to admit defeat. She managed to find leverage to make him fall backward onto the couch. The seats fell in under his weight. She went back to pummeling him, but he grabbed her by the hair and forced her under him.

He was now in full training mode, but it did nothing for his raging hard-on. He went to kick her and the outline against his jeans gave her an easy target. She kicked out, just getting the tip with her foot, but it was enough to make him double over. She hadn't done any damage to his impressive staff, but it was enough for his mind to react to pain. However, he realized that she had teased him in the middle of the fight! He was leaking pre-cum.

She stood, hands on her knees as he stood waiting. The look in her eyes. She knew she had won this fight, even if it wasn't finished. Even though she was out of breath, he could already see her assessing the damage to the room and finding more weapons. He was always chasing her rather than her chasing him. The more they destroyed the study, the more ammo he gave her. And he was proud of her.

But then, there was a flash in the pair of blue orbs and they lunged. Now, it was their tongues dueling and her hands fumbled with pulling out cock. He lifted her so that she wrapped her long legs around him and locked her ankles. He shredded the panties she wore and slammed her onto him.

She gasped and threw back her head. He moved her to a wall with a light fixture and ripped the front of her dress off so that only rags clung to her glistening skin. Without needing to be told, she took hold of the sconce as he began thrusting in and out of her hard.

He would pull back until he nearly left her throbbing core only to force her tight muscles to open for him. She was moaning loudly, but neither cared. He feasted on the soft swells of her breasts and her hard nipples, leaving his marks over the creamy flesh.

She was begging him for anything and everything, his fingers biting into her hips. Even when she climaxed hard, as a puddle formed on the hardwood floor, he never stopped his hips. It got to the point where he was forced to move them to the adjacent resting room so that they had a bed because her entire body became limp. Only her hungry pussy remained as it kept trying to milk him, but he refused to give in, no matter how much her nectar gushed from her in her state of endless orgasms.

He was soon forced to tear off the rags remaining on her body and his jeans from his lower half because they were drenched in sweat and her juices.

He wanted to make her squirt over him as many times as he could before he could no longer move and he was doing just that. She could only gasp as pleasure coursed through her. He had not seen her like that, so blissed out as he fucked her into oblivion. But he needed one last thing before he delivered the finishing blow.

"Look at me," he said, but her eyes refused to focus, so he growled. "I said, look at me!"

With what little consciousness she had left, she looked into his eyes. With a final thrust, he lodged himself so deep, he felt permanently locked in the haven of her body. He filled her to the point the pressure of his seed sent her into another orgasm out of countless. He collapsed over her, though slightly angled so as not to crush her. Both passed out from cumming so hard, with Steve still wrapped up in her satiny muscles.