Just a one-shot! Don't own Power-rangers or characters used! Not for kiddies!
_STORY START_
The halls and chasms of the underworld were as dark and listless as they ever wore; ice-cold wind whipping through them that came from everywhere, yet nowhere at the same time. You would think; with the blackness and gloom that pervaded the cave-like structures that no normal person could accustom themselves to it's condition. But one man had. In the midst of this depressing place was a single dark figure slouched on a fallen pillar of one of the structures leading up the walls. This was that man.
This figure was clad in a set of extravagant purple and gold armor with a shield that doubled as the shealth of his sword beside him; waiting silently for it's master to lift it once more. This man was a knight. More than that: son, ex power-ranger, lover, traitor. The citizens of the now-enslaved Briarwood called him worse names when they believed he was out of earshot, but he heard all.
He deserved it.
He even condemned the other rangers and his own parents to live in the hellish wasteland that was once a thriving, beautiful town.
He reached behind his neck to undo the strap that secured his helmet to his head and slowly dragged it off to stare at it. It stared back, the supposedly-inanimate object silently telling him that there was no turning back now.
'Yeah, I know.'
He sat it down on the cold ground, and threw a hand in his unkept hair as he tried to push back the wild bangs.
He was Bowen, prince of the light; Nick, leader of the Mystic Force; The second Koragg,
and he was tired.
"What's this? The mighty Koragg resting after a hard day's work! I never thought I'd live to see the day!"
Great, Necrolai. Just what he needed.
"Leave, hag. I'm not in the mood for your games."
He didn't have to look to see she was lounging casually on the pillar behind him in a provocative posture that screamed lethal temptation. He sensed her move and felt her hands on his chest as he looked down. She was on her knees in between his legs. The spirit of Koragg, rooted to the soul that has been his domain for the last three years, stood quiet in Nick's head for this time. She put her elbows on each of his knees and leaned into her hands, shrugging on a calculating look. Nick leaned away from her slightly in reflex, and to put some distance between them.
"I would think you would be watching over the insects above ground as their jailor, Koragg." She said, her plump, blue lips pulling back above her fangs to display her delight.
Koragg rose an eyebrow, visable by the absence of his helmet. A rarely in itself. But he spoke:
"The Hidiacs can handle them for a while."
She leaned slightly more to her left arm and used her right to draw circles on his armor with finger. "And you thought you could just slouch back here and avoid your duties?"
His glare met her sneer. "My duties are to the Master, not to those Humans."
Her smile shortened slightly but did not vanish, like an iceburg refusing to sink into the abyss.
"And what are my duties, Koragg." She used her palm to trace the intracate details of his armor.
His breathing stopped. "To handles the Mines, Woman." Why he did not call her her customary 'Hag' he didn't know.
She put her hands on his chest, he felt her put pressure on it and realized she wanted him to lay back; he did. The reason lost on him.
"Is that my only duty?"
He sighed and relaxed himself, knowing she couldn't do anything to harm him. His guard stood strong against the caress of her hands on his chest.
"Yes." He breathed, strangely ralxed by her hands.
"Are you sure? Because I think I have other talents that can be of use to you."
She gingerly unclasped his arm and chest armor and laid them by his shield. He had only a black thin mesh shirt that separated her from his bare chest. She slowly dragged her hands across the fabric tracing each of the bulging muscles that lay beneath. Her nails felt deliciously gentle, despite him knowing they were razor-sharp.
She then focused on his waist covering and leg greaves, soon they to sat beside his entire set of dark armor that had entered many a nightmare in the human world. He now was clad only in his mesh shirt and dark leather pants.
She giggled sinfully. "In fact, I have many you might like."
She reached behind her to zip her leather top down. Koragg watched the offending piece of clothing pull off completely and Necrolai's large womanly breasts burst out of their prison. In his darkest moment, Koragg admitted that no woman could compare to Necrolai. Not Aphrodite; not persaphone; and not Athena. She was class of her own, high above others.
He remained transfixed on her as she undid the belts of her leather loincloth, twirling it around her finger; daring Koragg to do something. His eyes flashed red before his hand grabbed the leather garment and used it to pull her down to his chest. She laughed her banshee laugh and started to rub herself against his manhood and silky breats grinding over his sternum.
"Woman, what trick is this?" He asked, knowing that it really wasn't one.
"No trick, just a little relaxation for the both of us." She licked his neck, but refrained from biting him.
Necrolai slithered her way down to his pants and started her work with the strap. He stared at her as she drug her hands down the insides of his legs. He could feel her warm breath through his pants and growled impatiently.
"If you're going to do something, woman; do it or leave." He demanded.
She grinned and finally wrenched his pants zipper down.
"My god..." He hoped her surprised expression was of how gifted he was, and not that she thought he was lacking.
'He's huge!' She exclaimed in her own mind. Another smile broke out on her face.
Her tongue reached out to prod the tip of his member before engulfing it down to the hilt. Her hands clenched on his shaft while she suckled on the first six inches of his member expertly. The tips of her claws danced across his pride like an accomplished pianist. The stilulation was unreal. Koragg felt another growl escaping his throat as she brought his sweet release. He witnessed her swallow his sperm desperately, struggling to funnel it all into her mouth.
"Ah! How wonderful!" She squealed in ecstasy.
Koragg said nothing but latched his hands around her waist and lifted her up to set her on top of him once more. His sense of dominance was achieved regardless for they both knew he was in charge.
She might have started this battle but he would emerge victorious.
He gently slid his hands across her pitch-black skin, leaving goose-bumps in their wake. He noticed every other part of her body was absent of hair except for her upper arms, lower legs, and on her head. He felt the wings on her hips flutter, responding to his touch with the rest of her body.
He began to lower her onto his member. Necrolai gasped as the tip entered her and whimpered softly as he forced the rest of it in. He could tell she hadn't had a lover in quite a long time; in fact, if he had to guess, she had only had sex once or twice in her life; her body more soft and supple that any he had ever come across before.
He bucked his hips slightly and increased his speed when she moaned. She moaned and groaned while he stayed mostly quiet with only a stray grunt or two; totally focused with the application of speed and power he was using. He would last as long as he was able.
She bounced onto him swiftly as they both gained a feeling of deep satisfaction that came with being completely bonded with someone.
_3 HOURS LATER_
'I'm getting so tired!' Necrolai thought.
She had climaxed at least ten times so far but Koragg had refused to stop and it wasn't like she could stop him. Her internal walls welcomed him like an old friend as they tightened and pulled at his member, causing his pleasure to increase to a higher level. He suckled and fondled her into orgasm ofter orgasm with him still going strong for an eternity (at least it felt like it to her).Awhile into this, she just decided to lay back and take what comes.
And boy did it come.
He started to demonstrate sexual practices she hadn't even thought of as he ravaged her for all she was worth. She was currently in the 'doggy' position screaming out his name over and over again; her throat tired and raw from her pleasure-induced hysteria he had fucked her into.
She felt herself nearing her next release and sensed his was coming on as well.
"Oh god! KORAGG!" She howled to the dark reaches of the underworld.
He collapsed on top of her and she finally got to work getting her breath back. She listened to him breathing as he relaxed; in contact with her body on a level neither of them could fathom. It felt alien, but not entirely unwelcome.
She could feel his heartbeat on her back, and it was a cruel reminder that he was human; a former soldier of the enemy fetched for the side of darkness as a secret weapon to use agaist his Father and every other denisen of light that dared to stand in their way. She flushed as she felt Koragg's devilish magic consume her and found herself inside her room, in her bed... beside her Koragg. She smiled as she drifted away to sleep. Her wings fluttering gently as she made herself comfortable.
Just before she faded into her own dreams he heard her whisper. "I've lost loved-ones too, you know." An she was asleep.
'Ah, I'm a means to cope with her lose of her daughter.' He thought, not really bothered by the thought.
Nick shifted himself to lay beside her, encompassing her in his weighty arms as Necrolai's breathing steadied out and he knew she was dead to the world.
He simply sighed and stroked her soft, white hair, enjoying it's silky texture and burning scent.
'Troublesome woman... is she purring?'
_STORY END_
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