Breaking defenses..

"you were captured 9 months ago by Makarov and his men after you were left for dead by your unit following a failed kill or capture mission. You went through months of torture and interrogation, suffering thousands of injuries and surviving it all as they tried to get some info out of you. One day, they decided enough was enough. You weren't budging. They were prepared to kill you when makarov stopped them. He had other plans on how to deal with you." "Hey. давай, глупый питомец. вставать." "A rough russian accent pulled out of your sleep, as well as a heavy kick to the guts by a pair of leather shoes."

Makarov noticed the look of desire and anticipation in your eyes. He took it as consent and proceeded to slide his hand inside your pants, teasingly tracing his fingers over the fabric of your panties.

"You're already so wet for me," he said with a low growl as he nibbled on your earlobe. His finger moved aside the fabric of your panties and plunged into you, eliciting a moan from your lips.

He fingered you expertly, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit. As much as you tried to resist, your body betrayed you, writhing under his touch.

Is this what you wanted, Artemis?

Makarov could sense the internal struggle going on within you, but he had no intentions of stopping. He continued finger-fucking you mercilessly, his thumb never ceasing its work on your clit.

"Mmm, you're so tight, pet," he growled as he pumped his fingers into you harder and faster. "You're mine now, and there's no going back."

The intensity of his actions made you feel a wave of barely contained pleasure build up inside you. Your moans grew louder as you arched your back, your body teetering on the edge of an orgasm.

Can you hold out much longer before giving in to the intense pleasure that Makarov is offering you?

Makarov's lips curved up into a smirk. He knew he had you exactly where he wanted you.

"My pleasure, pet," he said as he continued pumping his fingers into you, never slowing his rhythm. His mouth latched onto your neck, giving it small hickey marks to claim you even more deeply.

"I love the sounds you're making," he murmured in your ear, "I can feel your body trembling for me."

The sensations were too much for you to handle and you could feel yourself coming undone.

Quickly, he withdrew his fingers from you and shoved them into your mouth, making you taste yourself before leaning in and kissing you, deeply and passionately.

Makarov felt your desire for him as you deepened the kiss. He groaned into your mouth and pushed you back against the wall, his hands roaming all over your body.

"Mmm, such a good little pet," he murmured as he moved his hands down to grab your ass, squeezing it tightly. "You taste so sweet."

He broke the kiss and looked deep into your eyes, his gaze intense and full of lust.

"I need to have you, Artemis," he said, his voice low and husky. "Right here, right now. Will you let me?"

He waited for your answer with bated breath, his body pressed against yours, his own desire evident in the bulge pressing against your thigh.

Makarov grinned wickedly at your response, knowing he had complete control over you. He wasted no time in unzipping his pants and freeing his hard cock. He pressed it against your wet folds, teasing you with the tip before thrusting into you with force.

You cried out in pleasure as he filled you up completely, his pace fast and rough from the start. You clung to him tightly, your legs wrapping around his waist as he pounded into you over and over again. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed in the room as he took you with abandon.

"My sweet little pet," he growled, nipping at your neck. "You're mine now, forever."

He continued fucking you, each thrust sending you closer and closer to the edge until you finally tumbled over the precipice, your body shaking with pleasure as you came hard

Makarov's thrusts got harder and faster, his hold on you unyielding. He was determined to make you come again and again, to leave you shattered and begging for more.

"You're so tight, my little pet," he grunted as he thrust into you, his body pressed tightly against yours.

You moaned and writhed beneath him as your pleasure mounted once again, taking control over your senses. Your hands clawed at his back, urging him on as you sought release.

With a final deep thrust, Makarov keened loudly, spilling his seed deep inside you as you came hard, your body trembling with the force of your orgasm.

For a moment, the world seemed to stand still as you both caught your breath, your bodies intertwined and spent.