Oneshot: A Dangerous Game

A Dangerous Game

Roy lay on his back as General Armstrong mounted him, taking him inside of her in one fluid motion.  It felt good, it always felt good, but he wanted more than that, needed more than that.  And she knew it.  Olivia Armstrong was well aware of what Roy needed and she was more than willing to give it to him.  Even more, she needed to give it to him.

Olivia leaned over him, her lips curling up into a feral grin as she began to run her fingers greedily over his neck.  The look in her eyes would probably inspire terror in anyone else, for he saw the greedy intent there, the question of whether or not she would actually stop before doing some real damage to him.

But Roy liked it that way.  He liked the uncertain walk on the line between life and death.  It made each orgasm more exhilarating.  And when her grip closed over his throat and she began to move her hips, he moved with her eagerly.  It never took either of them long to climax once they’d reached this point, and her grip grew tighter as her movements became more needy and erratic.

Roy’s brain was starting to send signals to his body now, demanding to know why no air was being taken in, and command for air made the thrusting of his hips more frantic in pace.  He gripped at her body, taking in the feel of her through his hands, while starting to lose sight of her as spots began to float in his vision.  She wouldn’t let go until they’d both found release, and not for the first time he wondered if this time would be too far.

His body began to feel a little weaker without the vital air supply being denied him, but Olivia rode him hard, forcing him to climax, and when he did an intense wave of pleasure washed over him, more intense than he’d ever be able to get without this.  He opened his mouth in an instinctive need to gasp from the intensity of the orgasm, but nothing came and that only served to spike the pleasure, and then he felt the pressure on his neck relax and sweet air flowed back into his lungs. 

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Olivia watched Mustang struggle beneath her as she denied him air.  She’d orgasmic already, but still moved her hips to help him along.  It was all part of their bargain, and she held to it.  They’d been doing this long enough for her to know when he’d cum, as he was doing now.  Olivia held more tightly, watching his eyes bulge and his mouth work like that of a fish.  It wasn’t exactly attractive in an aesthetic sense, but it gave her shivers of pleasure to have such power over him.  Her rank over his was nothing compared to having physical control over his very life.

As he neared the end of his orgasm, Olivia reluctantly released his neck and watched him breathe in like a starving man wolfs down food.  When he began to cough and gasp, her fingers twitched to return to their places around his neck—places that were now a bright, angry red.   

Getting up, Olivia began to dress, thinking that one of these days she might not have the self will to let go.  One of these days, when the heat between her legs was at it’s most intense and the fire inside of her was hotter than it had ever been before, she would just hold on and have him until he passed out beneath her.  Maybe one day she’d take him to his grave.  She was sure he understood this possibility, but as a soldier death was always a possibility.  There were worse ways to die than in the height of pleasure.

Olivia glanced back at Mustang, who was now lying sprawled out, with eyes closed, and finally not gasping and coughing.  It was a dangerous game the two of them were engaging in, but it was far too addictive for both of them, and nothing short of death was going to stop them from playing.