Hunter, MissZombieSlayer, Warrior Princess & Judas

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The drow grined at it proudly, “Huh, don’t remember when I did that. But it suits you,” Nim blabbered, lightly tracing one of many spots she marked on him, ‘What’s wrong? Does it hurt?”

“Not at all. But it is very noticeable.”

Knowing perfectly well what he meant, Nimriel put on a mock-offended tone, “You’ve left plenty on me as well.”

Rolan didn’t need a reminder. Recalling how they indulged in each other tonight threatened to cloud his good judgment. If the wizard was completely honest, his judgment was never good with Nim by his side. His palm gliding possessively over her hip was solid proof of that.

“Fair,” the wizard replied calmly, leaning her body closer to his, as if to reveal a grand secret, “But your thighs and breasts aren’t exactly on public display, are they? Caught a couple of customers staring at the marks you’ve left already.”

Nim only shrugged, exhaling the smoke, “Poor you. What horrors - someone realizing the Master of Ramazith’s Tower has a sex life, too?” The drow shook her head dramatically, subtly shifting her hip to slide against his groin. Teasing Rolan by all means imaginable was something Nimriel enjoyed shamelessly. Especially when she could see the desired effects right away. Her wizard’s breathing hitched, giving way to tension in his muscles.

“Soooo…,” Nim leaned closer, basking in the heat he radiated at the mere touch of her body, “Don’t tell me you want me to stop kissing your neck? You know I won’t agree to that.”

“I know,” Rolan managed. He found no arguments sound enough to dim a loud desire to hold her in his arms again, “An equal retribution would do for now.”

His lips grazed her neck, first kiss always being gentle and slow. He loved catching moments when Nim would shudder beneath the tenderness of his touch. When her jokes and jabs wouldn’t be enough to hide how much she yearned for affection. Even more so, how she needed, deserved his devotion.

Rolan’s kisses grew raw and open-mouthed, his tongue trailing the silk of her skin, devouring the taste and quiet whimpers his huntress sang.

“Stay a little longer,” Rolan murmured.

“I hoped you’d catch up on some sleep,” Nimriel replied earnestly, even as her body told another tale, rubbing eagerly against her lover.

“Not a priority,” Rolan breathed, already lost in the haze of their ignited desire. For any minute spent in her embrace, he would accept hundreds of dreamless nights.

Timeline of events: Act 3 of "Worthy", sometime after they become a couple, before the final battle, ofcrs xD Will probably include this snippet into the "Worthy" series :) Overall, expands on their dynamics pretty well :3

Will get to other prompts soon as well, but they all will be as self-indulgent as this one, sorry)

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In spite of how much he tries to act like it doesn’t affect him, the moment Zeno feels your touch, his breath hitches and suddenly, all of his heightened senses go into a frenzy at how intoxicating you can be, at how easily you cloud his judgment. Your weight on top of him, the way you’re straddling his lap in such close proximity exudes a rush of heat that seep straight down right where his desire grows thicker. His gloved hands tightly grasps the flesh of your thighs, bringing you even closer to him. Even with all this lust-filled hunger, he can’t let you overtake him so effortlessly.

Your fingers reach for the neglected unlit cigarette resting on his lips, plucking it away for a bit just to indulge him with a tender kiss that starts slow but ends up feeling desperate as it goes on. A deep grumble travels up Zeno’s throat before one of his hands leaves the warmth of your skin in order to grab a fistful of your hair and yanking it enough to pull your head back, thus breaking the short-lived kiss. A smug smirk plays on his lips when he sees the glare you give him from above. He can’t deny your charm even when you’re annoyed.

“Don’t push your luck, sweetheart.” Zeno’s voice drifts into your ears smoothly and carefully, the sound of it resonates in the chilly air of the living room of his penthouse. “I’m not much of a romantic.” He adds, sliding his other hand up to your hip and squeezing it tightly for a moment. His eyes roam your figure as he hums pleasantly at the sight. He had long made you take any item of clothing off besides the loose blouse currently covering some of your chest and upper body. However, Zeno’s attention eventually returns to your flustered face, the look in your eyes a mix of annoyance and embarrassment, a hint of arousal hidden behind them nonetheless. “You should know that by now. Kisses won’t get you as far as you’d like.” This time he whispers, letting go of your hair and with a swift motion he takes back the cigarette from your fingers, placing it back on his lips.

You curiously glance at Zeno as you study his unreadable expression. The silvery strands of hair loosely hanging over his forehead, the perfect curvature of his nose, the blackened scars forming a peculiar pattern along his ivory skin and his uncovered amber glowing eyes that lazily stare back at you. He’s still fully dressed, still in the same expensive looking clothing he wears to work. When he pulls the lighter out of his suit jacket to light the cigarette, you gently bite your lower lip as a sinful idea inadvertently pops into your head. You watch him take a long drag out of that small roll of tobacco before he exhales a puff of smoke directly into your direction. Your brief coughing fit does nothing to amuse him. The abrupt, strong and bitter aroma rapidly invades your lungs, though it eventually settles while the aroma of nicotine blends with the fragrance of his pricey cologne.

Replaying his words in your mind, you wonder if he means everything he said or if it’s the unspoken defense mechanism he usually falls back into whenever you show him genuine affection. The latter seems more likely, you know him better than anyone, after all.

With a playful grin and with a clear goal in mind, you roll your hips enough to tease the hardness between his legs as your core aches for more than just friction upon contact. The low groan he lets out only serves as solid proof for your next words.

“It got me this far, though.” You retort, complacent with the way his muscles tense underneath you and with the sturdy grip his hand has on your hip. Safe to say, his composed exterior is slowly but surely shattering as you spur him on. It won’t take long for him to break.

Zeno is certainly on the verge of breaking, his empathized tightened jaw and hardened gaze towards you gives it away so easily. When you guide your hips forward once more in a slow, tentative manner, it’s suddenly too hot under all those layers of clothing he’s wearing. The air is becoming too thick, his pulse quickens, his mind cannot focus on anything besides the feeling of his cock swelling up and throbbing against the fabric, needing to be freed and touched by you, pampered by you, to be inside your delicious wet heat whether it’s your pretty mouth or your sweet, greedy pussy that always milks every last drop of what he has to give. You, you, you. What have you done to him? How could you have reduced him to a man so starved for physical intimacy?

Zeno’s next movements happened almost in a flash but you could still feel the weight of his grip leave your skin and your eyes could capture the instance of him using his teeth to hurriedly slide the glove off of his hand, revealing to you pale and intricately scarred fingers. There was little time to admire this usual hidden part of him as those same dexterous fingers were quick to settle way below your waistline and right in-between your thighs. The sensation of him using them to subtly tease your exposed wetness steals your breath, making you jolt and gasp at the instant wave of pleasure overtaking your entire being.

"What was that, baby?" Zeno coos, proudly drinking in the sight of you with a small grin on his lips. He does not falter when your hands search for purchase, reaching to hold his shoulders just to steady yourself. This only serves to feed his ego. "Can you repeat it one more time?"

The words to reply with whatever bratty retort your brain came up with immediately get stuck in your throat. He knows this, he knows you can't resist letting out faint, needy whimpers the second he lightly drags the pads of his fingers along your slit, gently massaging the area enough to make you eager for more. You lean forward, your chest now pressed against his, the tension slowly increasing inside you mirrors the sensitiveness of the small bundle of nerves that are solely at the mercy of Zeno's soft touch. Your thighs slowly spread, allowing his hand to further position itself in between.

His other hand busies itself with the cigarette after carelessly discarding the lighter on the other side of the couch. He sucks in another pull of smoke, inhaling it as he intently observes your needy state. So needy and he has barely touched you properly. He smirks again, although this time it quickly fades away when he feels you grind your hips downward, catching him off guard as two of his fingers manage to smoothly slip inside of you.

"I said, it got me this far." A light sigh slips from your lips, your eyelids flutter shut in pure focus on how perfectly Zeno's fingers fit inside your silken walls, stretching them out and allowing you ample time to adjust. Then, with no prior warning, he abruptly retracts his hand a few inches, to which your eyes open in pure confusion.

A fleeting cloud of smoke flies past you, you can feel his chest expanding with another pull from his cigarette. And, before you could complain about the sudden loss of contact, Zeno plunges the same two fingers inside your sopping wet hole again, pumping them in and out with a controlled pace, filling the air with a resonant squelching as he works you up to a heavenly high.

"Don't get too cocky with me." Zeno grunts. Listening to you whine and whimper against him, while he fucks his fingers into you, has his dick throbbing and twitching harder in its constraints to the point where it becomes painful, yet thrilling at the same time.

The precision in which his fingers gather your juices to selfishly explore your folds makes way for a surge of goosebumps to prickle your skin, accenting the building pressure coiling in your abdomen. You're lost in pleasure, even when his fingers deliberately pinch your clit, your response comes in a soft gasp and a languid roll of your hips in a desperate chase of the same electrifying spark currently buzzing through you. "Ah, yes, yes, yes, Zeno, right theeere, pleasee" you breathe out, clutching the fabric of his suit jacket and rolling your head feverishly to where the crook of his neck is, nestling within the comfort of the smell of him and the overpowering odor of smoke, your moans are muffled by his own skin as you try hold back the need to nibble on it.

Zeno is relentless in his objective to make you absolutely fall apart on his mere fingers. Just by teasing the lips of your soaking wet pussy, just by parting your inner folds and toying with them and just by circling your pulsing clit, he has you panting and pleading for more, disheveled and with begging eyes, glazed over as you look up at him so beautifully asking to be brought to the highest peak. He can tell by the way your walls are spasming and contracting, he can tell by the trembling of your thighs and the shuddering of your breath.

"Look at you." Zeno, despite each nerve of his body being set on fire by the overwhelming urge to ravish you and despite the piercing need for his quivering cock to be freed, the only thought he can entertain right now involves using this skilled hand of his to push you over the edge. "Making a mess of my fingers. Dripping everywhere." A low growl rumbles within his chest, the vibrations resulting from it trickle right to the growing coil inside of you.

A rather clumsy jerk of your hips towards his clothed erection sends an electric shiver up Zeno's spine, causing his fingers to stutter for a moment over your swollen clit, his self-control is on the crest, ready to unravel. You haven't even come close to properly touching his cock, yet here he is, sure to come undone underneath your impatient, needy self. His gaze falls to meet your own, both of you with eyes glazed over and unfocused. Regardless, you manage to fix your stare to the ignited end of his cigarette.

"Put it out on me, please." You beg, voice decisive but whiny.

"What?"

Zeno panics at first, unsure of why you would want him to do so, though he doesn't halt the constant pumping of his fingers inside of you, giving extra attention to your clit and that sweet spot that makes you sing the prettiest moans he has ever been able to hear in his life. His gaze softens, this vulnerability and sheer trust you're showing to him breaks right through the facade he's been trying to uphold this entire time you've been dating. He sucks in a sharp breath.

"It'll hurt." Zeno's voice almost comes out weak for a second before it returns to his usual collected, deep tone. "A lot. It will leave a scar."

"I don't care," You try to speak between breathy moans, feeling yourself on the brink of tumbling over the edge. "Just do it! Please, Zeno!"

In a nearly strange manner, time seems to stop and the air stills, Zeno's train of thought cuts short as he opts to fulfill your wish. He's not a hypocrite, he will not lie to himself and deny that this certain risky idea has ever crossed his mind. So, within a minute, his free hand plucks the cigarette out of his lips and swiftly guides it to the meat of your thigh. The heat emanating from it dissolves into your skin and seeps straight to your awaiting excitement.

The burning sting from the extinguished cigarette against your skin, the amber dwindling away as it leaves its ash behind in a dark smokey trail down the side of your thigh, it all combines in a blazing hot shot of pain that travels through your entire body. It hurts so bad, yet so good simultaneously. It hurts but it's enough for you to finally let go and topple over, arching your back with a choked up cry as your gut tightens, your walls flutter around his fingers as Zeno keeps using them to fuck you through your orgasm, your slick drips down enough to soak his hand. You reach that crescendo so deliciously, an ecstasy that began with pleasure and ended with scorching pain. You wanted this way, the smile and mirth in your eyes says it perfectly.

When you come down from your high, you become aware of your surroundings once again. You realize the cigarette is long gone somewhere, far from the searing reddened scar on the flesh of your thigh. A wince leaves you, unable to tear your sight away from it, but you now can clearly hear the heavy breathing from underneath you. Turning your attention back to Zeno, you find him almost slumped over the couch cushions, head tilted back with his eyes closed shut, brows knit with his mouth slightly agape, sweat trickling down his forehead. His chest rises and falls evenly now, both of his hands relaxed. Did he cum just from watching you orgasm or did he enjoy burning you as much as you liked it? When you peer down to see the same prominent erected bulge from before, it takes you by surprise.