Kael's moaned and grunted as he slammed his cock into Phoebe's mouth; occasionally giving her a hard smack on the ass when she fought too hard. He was much stronger then Phoebe, as his hands gripped the side of her head she got the impression that he could crush her head like an egg if he wanted to. But Phoebe wasn't afraid, she was mad! She wasn't some meek little fuck toy, she was one of the most powerful witches on Earth! She bit down on his dick, hard.
Kael's moan of pleasure cut off, turning into a startled cry of pain. He tumbled backward clutching himself. Phoebe was up on her feet in an instant. Glancing down she was disappointed to see that she hadn't done any real damage to him. Kael's reaction seemed to be driven more by surprise than the actual degree of pain she had caused him. But it was enough to give her an opening.
Leaping foreword she landed on Kael, driving both of her knees into his chest. She almost bounced off, Kael was pretty solid under his robes. But she succeeded in knocking the wind out of him. Cocking a fist Phoebe struck him across the face as hard as she could, now it was Phoebe's turn to give a cry of pain, she'd just about broken her hand on his jaw. Phoebe rubbed her hand in pain and shifted her weight, preparing to roll off of him towards the table at the other side of the room. There were a few different objects on the table, maybe there was something she could use as a weapon. |