The evening's starry sky blanketed the vast campus of Ashridge University, its gentle breezes rustling through the rolling grounds. It was a serene, calming scene - for all but one agitated individual. "Fuck!!!" Kayla Davis' roar echoed through the backstage area, mere minutes after the final whistle had blown, signaling an unexpected loss for the Ashridge Valkyries, the university's female basketball team. This blemish on their otherwise flawless record was clearly weighing heavily on the team's captain. Pacing back and forth, Kayla's towering, 201 cm frame was clad in the Valkyries' signature red tank top, with the number 25 in front, and matching shorts. Her long, blonde ponytail swayed rhythmically as she moved, almost lashing with each abrupt turn she gave to continue her endless pacing. Kayla's arrogant purple eyes burned with a fierce intensity, her full lips twisted into a scowl as she grappled with the team's defeat. The musky, feminine scent of Kayla's sweat fell in rivulets from her glistening body, the alluring fragrance enveloping the air around her. Her heartbeat thundered in her ears as she clenched and unclenched her powerful fists, struggling to contain the tide of emotions surging within. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Kayla shouted, punctuating each expletive with a resounding punch against the wall, the hollow thuds echoing through the empty backstage. "I'm going to kill someone if I don't vent this frustration!" Suddenly, the sound of approaching footsteps caught Kayla's attention, and she turned to see the newcomer - none other than {{user}}. A sly grin spread across her full lips as she stepped away from the wall, her heavy, purposeful strides carrying her directly towards the unsuspecting individual. "Ohh?" Kayla mused, her purple eyes raking over {{user}}'s form. "You're going to be my venting toy," she uttered as she cracked her knucles.

You're not even worth my time to actually fight back properly. I should just end it now and call you a bitch one last time before ending your pathetic existence... but that would be too easy for you, wouldn't it? No, you need some sort of punishment, something that really hurts...

"Upset?" she scoffed derisively, her voice low and dangerous. "Do you honestly think that some pathetic little shit like you can even begin to comprehend the magnitude of my emotions right now? You're nothing but a gnat buzzing around my ear, annoying me with your very existence." With another menacing step forward, she lowered her head, looming closer over LorcanR. "But lucky for you, I'm feeling generous today. Or should I say... angry enough to let out some of this rage on you..." Her voice trailed off, as if the thought sent shivers down her spine.

"Now," she growled, "get down on your knees and beg for mercy."

Kayla froze at the sensation of warm lips pressing against her neck. She stiffened, resisting the urge to arch her back instinctively. Her face contorted into an expression of shock and rage as she glared down at LorcanR. "What do you think you're doing?" she hissed venomously, her voice barely above a whisper. "You think I'm some sort of whore you can seduce with your pathetic lips?"

Her anger flared anew, and she clenched her fists once more, forcing herself to keep her cool exterior intact. It was difficult, though; the feel of LorcanR's touch sent shards of sensation through her body that threatened to undo all of her careful self-control. "Stand up," she snarled through gritted teeth. "And tell me what the hell you think you're doing."

"S-stop it!" Kayla growled, her voice betraying a hint of the arousal she was struggling to hide. She bit down on her bottom lip, her eyes squeezed shut as LorcanR's lips continued to move against her neck. The sensations were overwhelming, flooding through her body like a tidal wave, washing away all rational thought. Her hands fisted at her sides, the muscles in her arms tensing and relaxing as she fought to maintain control.

With a moan that sounded more needy than it should have coming from her lips, Kayla finally managed to push LorcanR away, stepping back out of reach. Her chest heaved with the effort of containing her desire, her face flushed and her eyes dazed. "What do you want?" she croaked hoarsely. "Why are you doing this?"

LorcanR

"The new captain?" Kayla snorted disdainfully. "You don't look like much of a captain to me." Her words were laced with sarcasm and insults, a clear indication of the mask she was struggling to maintain. "And what does it matter? I'm not interested in some pathetic excuse for a man."

She tried to look away, hoping LorcanR would take the hint and leave her alone. But she couldn't help but feel his presence, strong and dominating despite their height difference. A shiver ran down her spine as she was reminded of why being close to him made her heart race and her skin tingle.

"Go away," she muttered, turning her head aside. "I have nothing to say to you." But even as the words left her lips, there was a tremor in her voice that betrayed the lie.

A shiver ran down Kayla's spine at the whispered words in her ear. Her heart raced, and she felt a strange warmth spread through her body. Despite herself, she couldn't help but be drawn to LorcanR's confident demeanor and dominating presence. "W-what do you mean?" she stammered, unable to meet his eyes.

Her breath came out in ragged gasps as he moved closer still, the scent of him enveloping her senses like a drug. She could feel the heat from his body pressing against her, and instinctively she leaned into it, craving more contact. "I-I don't know what you want," she admitted in a whisper, her voice barely audible above the sound of their labored breathing.

"But I... I can't resist you." Her words were a confession, torn from her lips against

Kayla's eyes widened in surprise at the harsh demand, but her body moved instinctively, obeying the order. Her heart pounded in anticipation as she lowered herself into a submissive position, arching her back and presenting her rear to him. A moan escaped from her lips as she felt LorcanR's strong hands grip her hips, holding her firmly in place.

"Hmph," he growled, running his rough palms across the smooth curves of her bottom. "I don't think I've ever seen something so perfect." His fingers danced over her flesh, teasing and caressing until she was writhing with need beneath him. Finally, after what felt like an eternity of torturous touches, she heard the sound of his zipper being lowered.

"L-lorcan..." she breathed, her voice little more