Thirst(Quiet from Metal Gear Solid)

Quiet staggered back a few steps against the man who came face to face with her. She was a skilled sniper but skills only got a person so far when they came across someone as powerful as the Dragon. The handsome man with his dark hair and stunning green eyes broke Quiet off into a very soft and passionate sigh. She could not help and keep her eyes on the handsome young man in front of her.

Yet, he was an enemy, as deadly as the rest. And Hadrian Peverell had her at his mercy. Out in the middle of the desert. For as scantily dressed as she was, Quiet never really felt that vunerable until now. Instead, the hand of the powerful man was on her shoulder.

"I have you," she said.

"That's a matter of perspective," Hadrian said. "We are in one of the hottest and driest parts of the world. And even someone of your physical attributes needs a drink of water."

As if out of midair, the Dragon produced not fire, but a refreshing bottle of water. Quiet did not rise to the bait. Hadrian lifted the water to his lips and took a nice long swig in front of her.

"Perfectly fresh, perfectly cool, and not poisoned at all," Hadrian said. "Go ahead. Take a drink."

Quiet tried to protest out of pride. However, pride had been worn down when her mouth became unbearingly dry. This was no ordinary thirst for her. This was something else. Something behind anything she had ever experienced. There was something supernatural about this desert.

"Drink," Hadrian said. "Or die!"

She was not even completely sure if he was real in the haze of this desert. He could be just a mirage. A stupid sexy mirage, but a mirage none the less. Quiet reached over and snatched the bottle of water.

The minute the water hit her lips, she felt refreshed. Hadrian just smiled and the bottle flickered into a cloud of smoke.

"The first one's free," Hadrian told her as he leaned in. "The second one's going to cost you a little bit more."

She realized that the Dragon stood before her in all of his glory. Quiet's eyes greedily traced over his muscles. He was sculpted out of granite by the looks of him. Each muscle, each feature, more defined than the last. Then, Quiet dropped her gaze between his legs. The intensely immense slab of meat hanging for her to grab and to suck on, it made her almost lose her mind with intense pleasure.

She could never come across anything better in a million years. It hung out for her, just begging to be touched.

"You don't think it is real?"

Quiet shook her head. She was not sure any of this encounter was real. It might have been just a dying hallucination. The love muscle in front of her stuck out and twitched. In her lust addled brain it screamed to touch it and to suck it.

"I have to…."

"You're thirsty," Hadrian told her. "But not for water."

Quiet answered with a nod. Something far more sustaining beckoned her. Quiet sank to her knees. The hot sand not even bothering her. Because she came face to crotch with the Dragon's favored tool. The tool which no doubt broke many woman in front of her.

The closer she got, the more comfortable Quiet got. It twitched and touched her lips. The musk hit her nose despite the dryness of the desert. Quiet leaned in and cupped his balls before leaning in.

Triumph spread through the eyes of Hadrian, the very second Quiet dropped her mouth down onto him and began to suck him. Hard, faster, very fluidly. She moved her lips in and released him. A soft hum followed the very second that she slid all the way back from him. And then she came a bit closer towards the end of his cock.

She swallowed his manhood, her wet mouth a contrast to the dry desert. Hadrian looked down at her intense eyes and put his hands on the back of her head.

"Let me help you out, luv," Hadrian said.

He pushed himself deep down Quiet's throat and forcefully choked her on the end of his manhood. The thick, throbbing, hunk of manhood stretched out her swollen lips and made Quiet just softly gasp. She was making sounds, beautiful and delightful sounds.

Those sounds were all for him and it made Hadrian's cock swell a little bit more. The long way he came from pathetic little Harry was demonstrated by the fact he had this vision, this talented woman, on the ground in the middle of the desert, worshipping his cock.

She slowly came to the realization that by pleasuring Hadrian, it would make sure she survived. Because his aura enveloped both of them the deeper he worked inside of her.

Quiet hummed around his cock and tried to get the one thing she thirsted for most of all. Her hand cupped and released him on a constant loop, making Hadrian shove ever so deeper. He stuffed her throat completely full.

"Here I come."

Quiet tilted her held back and took a full blast of seed down her throat. She lapped him up with all of the vigor of a woman getting her last meal. Wanting to savor every last drop which poured from Hadrian's balls.

She drank him to the last drop. Hadrian thrusting deep inside of her and removed her top in the process with a flick of his finger. Her bare chest brushing against his strong legs when Quiet sucked him was even better. Hadrian's balls boiled when it finished unloading her.

Quiet rolled over onto her hands and knees. Only to find that Hadrian stooped over her, cupping her chest. She let out a soft sigh.

"I think that….you promised me another drink," she managed.

It was barely something she remembered by now. Hadrian slowed down the cupping of her breasts and made Quiet thirst for something else other than water.

"What would you rather have?" Hadrian asked. "My hands on your tits? Or another drink of water?"

It was the ultimate trick question. The minute the Dragon unclasped his hands from Quiet she broke into a breath.

"I need...I need you to keep touching me," Quiet said. "My skin feels like it's on fire. What did you do?"

"That's the desert that did it to you, my dear," Hadrian told her. "And being out here on a mission. The rest of your team must be pretty far."

Hadrian leaned in and kept touching the woman. His hands all over her sweaty chest for several minutes got the blood swelling to all of the right parts of his body. To Quiet, it must have been like a club whacked down on her. But, instead, it was his manhood.

He slowly tempted Quiet and slowly brought her to a new level of lust. One hand moved to her breast and touched her stomach. Tight, tempting stomach muscles, and given how toned she was, Hadrian knew her pussy would be tight. Well, at least until his cock got inside of her and spoiled her for everyone else.

He tore her pants open and left her in nothing other than a thong. Which clung to her ass like a second skin. Hadrian spanked her cheeks and made Quiet cry in pleasure. He clenched her perfectly juicy butt and worshipped it. Touched it, grabbed it, kneaded the sweet cheeks, and made them his.

"Mine."

Hadrian got a drink of his own to satisfy his own thirst. The drink came in abundance between Quiet's wet pussy. Hadrian put his tongue inside of her and drank from her.

The oral attentions Hadrian gave her reduced Quiet into primal lust. She experienced the touch of him. His hand over her clit and bringing her to a very pleasurable cry. The lust burned through her body.

"Yours," Quiet panted. "Always and forever."

"I agree," Hadrian said. "The question is, are you ready?"

"Ready for what?"

Hadrian slapped his cock against her wet pussy and made her scream in pleasure. His hands kneaded her and cupped her magnificent ass. It was a piece of art.

"Ready to be fucked," Hadrian said. "A body like yours...it was put on this world for one reason. To be fucked and to be bred...to have my cock pushed into your tight hole. Fucking brand new life into your body. Making you feel the best.

"A cock like yours was built to fuck my tight pussy," Quiet told him.

"True," Hadrian told her. "So, how about we fulfill our intended purpose?"

Without another moment, Hadrian grabbed her upended ass and sank himself into her. Her pussy was hotter than the desert, but at the same time wetter. Hadrian pushed himself forward, pushing her down into the sand. The pores into her body sank in his aura and his aroma just got her wetter than a tidal wave.

Because she breathed in his phermones through her skin, Quiet was turned into a sopping wet mess. And she was not quiet at all. Screaming in pleasure, screaming for everything. Wanting Hadrian to punish her cunt and break it on it. He was splitting her in half the deeper he shoved inside of her.

"Oh, your pussy is amazing," Hadrian said. "The perfect fuck. Won't you agree?"

Quiet almost agreed that the object pushing into her was just as amazing. The only thing was that she could not keep her thoughts up. Hadrian assaulted her body with several thrust. Repeatedly going into, her stomach stretching to show the bulge from his cock driving deep into her.

He punished her body. Punished her cunt and drove her to deeper areas of lust. Hadrian knew exactly how to manipulate a female body and to get her going. Quiet sank down onto the ground and let out more passionate cries then ever before.

Hadrian rode her almost to an orgasm before slowing down.

"As good as your ass is," Hadrian said before pausing to admire the marvel. "I want to see the look on your beautiful face the next time you cum."

Hadrian pulled out and rolled Quiet over on her back. He splashed water all over her face and chest. Her breasts, somehow wet despite the desert, brought a smile to Hadrian's face. He leaned down and worshiped every inch of the woman. Her legs spread and demanded Hadrian to enter inside of her again.

Hadrian was not about to let this beautiful woman remain hanging for long. He pushed deep into her and she moaned instantly into his ear. Right as his face remained level from her heaving chest.

Quiet never felt anything like this. She never thought that being trapped in the desert, being fucked by her intended target, was going to feel so good. She zeroed in on his balls slapping her thighs. They plumped with seed, more than enough to seed an entire village full of willing women. Ready to spread their legs and be taken by the Dragon.

"The perfect fuck," Hadrian told her. "Are you going to cum for me?"

"Always," Quiet said. "Oh, make me so good...fill me up with your seed...that's the hydration I need."

She felt something absorb into her body. As long as Hadrian enveloped hers, the immense heat of this desert could not bother Quiet.

Those legs around his waist, squeezing his ass, and encouraging him to push forward almost lead Hadrian to the tipping point. He rose up, down, slapping her with his balls. The sniper's tender flesh became marked by her intended target. And he did more than mark her, he left a lasting impression on her body.

The perfect fuck indeed. Her muscles tightened and tensed around his thick tool. His swollen balls knocked around and made her just tense up for more.

Tense up for the explosion. Quiet splashed her clear juices all over the monsterous invader going inside of her pussy. He pushed down onto her, savoring the moment. Ever so slowly riding out her orgasm until the friction between both of them built to a fever pitch.

She squeezed his ass, and broke out into a very soft moan. He had to be getting close and had to be about ready to finish her off.

Hadrian grunted and without warning, shot his load into Quiet's unprotected pussy. The constant spurts shot inside of her body and his balls slapped her flesh hard.

Quiet dug her nails down and moaned for more, begging for more. She tightened and released him several more times before Hadrian completely finished up inside of her.

Hadrian watched her body descend and rise. He could not help keep fucking her until the very last drop exited his balls. He could sense it race into her womb, perfectly open to bloom.

Not that Quiet would let him go. The minute she got her first taste of Hadrian, she was addicted. The only way her thrist could get quenched was not because of water, but rather because of Hadrian's swollen balls dancing their way all the way down on her.

Hadrian pulled away. Without any hesitation, or shame, Quiet threw herself onto his lap and prepared to ride him some more. The fact he actually softened for a minute did not seem to bother her. Because she was confident in her ability to use her body to get him hard again. Rubbing her chest, ass, and pussy all over Hadrian with many sexy moves that would put an experienced stripper to shame did the trick.

She impaled down onto his stiff rod and once again, had been filled completely up with him. She would not let go. Not until she left him with a sore cock and drained balls. Or until she utterly broke and degenerated into his willing fuck pet, whatever came first.

If any part of this was not real, then she would be pissed off to say the least.

"Oh, it's real," Hadrian said. "I'm very real."

Hadrian proved how real it was by pounding Quiet until she was loopy. Her tightness clenched down onto him and made it a very pleasurable ride leading until to the next orgasm. But first, he wanted to feel her. All of Quiet as her body gave way to her own pleasure.

It was unknown how long they fucked. What seemed like days later, Quiet woke up in a tent back at camp. She had been found and rescued. The Dragon had been long gone.

The evidence that this encounter took place was more than prominent that Quiet knew it was not a hallucination from the intense, almost supernatural heat. The evidence was just too prolific.

Especially over the next nine months.
End.