#enigma-im

"Not yet, need another shot if I wish to be fully out of my mind." I snuggle into the blanket and watch as the mer-shark drifts out of sight. The water reflecting the moon as it sends small waves out into the abyss is rather pretty.

"Then go take a shot! Then do me a favor and throw me down a drink," His hand appears above the edge of the boat, grasping at the air. I roll my eyes.

"As a biologist, I will have to decline that request. I don't think getting the sea life drunk is approved by the…well, entire country," I laugh to myself, a buzz making everything lighter. I finish off the can and walk down to the kitchen. A small fridge doesn't really make a kitchen, but the room is so small that any corner can be whatever I damn well please. I pull the schnapps out of the freezer and prepare a shot. I down it with a hiss before snatching two more beers.

I walk to the deck with a chill, the alcohol creating shivers as I relax. "Holy hell," I shake out the tension in my shoulders, "That's my last one of the night." I find it difficult to maneuver the steps for a short moment. The rocking of the boat is not helping.

"Gimme," Kaimana hangs off the stern, half-breached on the boat. I giggle as I appraise him. All muscles and scars over deep gray skin that fades to white on his front. If only he would stop talking, then I could appreciate him a bit more. I toss him the can despite my earlier claim. He catches it and pops the top before chugging.

"Jesus, give it a second, big boy," I collapse onto my chair. Was that always so far down? I struggle to grab the blanket with my feet, forced to sit up and grab it.

Kaimana crushes the can in his large hand with an unflattering burp. "You humans make such wonderful things." He crashes into the water with a splash that soaks the back of the boat. I giggle again.

"Don't tell anyone I gave you one. I don't need the coast guard giving me a ticket for intoxicating the wildlife," I shout. He swims over into view and floats on his back. I take a moment to check out his toned stomach and pecs. If he weren't a fish, I'd dare say he was handsome. Even if he is a notorious flirt.

"Keep staring at me like that and I will start to think I have a chance," He grins all smug.

"Keep looking like that and maybe you will," it comes out before I can even think. I take a swig of beer before I can embarrass myself some more.

"What," he says as he swims over to the boat," you think I look good?" He rests his head in his hands, flicking his tail around like a smitten schoolgirl. I snort, hiding my hot face and flirty smile behind a can. Though I can't stop my appreciative eyes from taking in what he has to offer. He shivers with a mighty grin. "You tease me, Kori."

I shrug," You're sexy, I'd give you that. But I'm a land creature, you're a sea creature. It can never be." I lounge with my arm on my head in false forlorn.

"For you, I can make it work," he purrs. I bark a laugh.

"How would that even work?"

"How would what work?"

I gesture to him comically," You are like 9ft long. I don't think the equipment matches up." I lean to the side, eyes getting heavy.

He ponders a moment," Well, sex is definitely out. I'd kill you if we tried."

I pull the blanket up to my face, hot and giggly.

"Hmm," He taps his cheek," I have to think about that."

The boat bobs against the waves. My eyes grow heavier and heavier until I'm struggling to stay awake. The view of him gets blurry until I'm actively fighting to keep awake.

"Ok," I stretch," I think it's time to call it a night."

"What, I thought humans are supposed to be sloppy drunks. You didn't even take your top off!"

I stand from the beach chair and peek over my shoulder," You know I ain't that type of girl, hot stuff."

Kaimana smiles as he pushes off from the boat. "Ok, flirty drunk works for me anyway. Get your rest, Kori, I'll be here to bug you tomorrow."

I wave over my shoulder as I stumble down the steps towards the bed. I flop down with a single bounce and clock out.

I toss more fish off the side of the boat, and Kaimana swims lazily nearby.

"You know we can do other stuff, right?" He yells up at me. I kick the last of the bucket of chum overboard before I remove my gloves. The ongoing debate between Kaimana and me is starting to wear thin.

"What other stuff are you talking about?" I ask stiffly. The ache in my temples is already stinging from his proximity.

"You know what I'm talking about," He splashes his tail on the water," You were so worried about my cock last night."

I toss my head back," I was drunk! It's not like I was confessing my need to fuck you. I only said I thought you were attractive."

"Actually, you said sexy," he corrects. I roll my eyes and head over to the ropes to adjust the buoys hanging off the side. Kaimana follows along.

"You assume that I'd want to swim with the fishes, so to say," I can't resist the joke.

"Ha-ha," he mocks," You asked about how big I was, so I'm not pulling this from nowhere."

"scientific curiosity, not actual want." The knots are pulled tight around my fist.

"Then, to satisfy your curiosity, we should try some field research. I think I can present enough for you to get your…satisfaction."

"I'm not getting oral from a shark; kill that thought so we can continue our professional relationship."

"Show me your tits and maybe we can," he floats by.

"Bet, how about a little deal?" I sneak a peek at him in the corner of my eye. He has been a thorn in my side since I started my field research. If I can just have one day alone, I could handle a few more weeks of him bothering me.

"Depends," he says slowly.

"I can't focus on anything with you constantly flirting. To ease your…satisfaction, I offer one request," I hold up a single finger," Only one."

"Oral," he shouts.

"Besides that."

"Hmm," He sinks until his mouth is below the water. Bubbles float over his face as he thinks. I let him stew in the possibilities as I get some actual work done.

Kaimana takes a lot longer than I'd expect. The jock personality he gives off should have clued me in to what he would want. Flash him a tit, give him a kiss, touch him, something along those lines. Though I don't hold on to any hope of him surprising me.

"I have a request," He jumps from below. I startle back into the window behind me. With a tink of my head against the glass, I'm left rubbing the ache.

"Couldn't be a little less shocking when you decided this," I straighten.

"Nope, I've made my choice, but you have to promise to fulfill it before I tell you."

I walk down the boat to the fishing lines left in their holsters. Checking each one, I watch Kaimana swim lazily around to follow.

"No, say it and I'll debate from there."

Kaimana pouts, "But you're going to say no."

"Then figure something else out. Though out of curiosity, what would the request have been?"

He folds his arms and floats on his back," Why tell you now? It's not like you would humor it."

"How about humoring me?"

"Flash me and I will," he tries to bargain. A little thrill goes through me at the idea. Alone out at sea with only a flirty mer-shark to see me. Who's he gonna tell? I begin to pop off the top button. Kaimana stares wide-eyed as I do. It makes me giggle, though this isn't how he wanted it.

I pop the top button enough to show off some cleavage and flash him that. "Now tell me."

He sinks down in the water," That wasn't a flash. I can see cleavage on any tipsy woman by the coast."

I press my hand to my chest," You wound me. Now tell me."

Kaimana dips into the sea out of sight before appearing on the other side of the bow. "Skinny dipping," he answers. I shake my head, amused, skinny dipping in the ocean. That doesn't sound too safe.

"Skinny dipping, why am I not surprised?" I ask the sea. The boat rocks harshly as Kaimana grabs the banister and hoists himself up. I have to widen my stance to prevent falling over. "Watch it," I snap.

"Come on, a quick nude dip in the water and I'll leave you alone," He lays it on thick. He flutters his baby blues and even pouts for me. I cock a brow and a hip.

"How long have are we talking?"

He startles at the question. It almost makes me laugh to humor his idea.

"An hour," he asks skeptically.

"Ten minutes," I counter.

"Forty-five."

"Five."

"You can't go back down. Thirty is my final offer. That's barely enough time to commit your body to memory."

I look him over as I ponder the choice. Thirty minutes in the ocean, naked, in front of a mer-shark. I look out over the sea on this beautiful summer day. The hot sun blinds me via the waves but only adds to the appeal. The deep blue water beckons me like it's on Kaimana's side.

The boat begins to rock as Kaimana eagerly bounces on the banister. "Oh my god, you're going to do it."

I glare over to him, "How long will you leave me alone?"

"Give me thirty minutes, and you won't want me to leave you alone," He winks. I wait for his real answer. "Fine, let's say a whole morning. That sounds fair?"

"Two days," I argue. He leans back while pulling the banister, kiltering the boat to the side. I lean as my gravity shifts.

"One day," He offers.

"Deal."

The boat splashes, and I fall to my knees as he drops back into the sea. I wait on all fours for the waves to settle.

"Going to make me regret this," I growl under my breath. "Hey, fish flakes. Some ground rules first." I stomp over to the edge and glare down at the water. His body zooms past under the boat. "Hey," I shout again.

"What?" He barks from far out. I motion him over, and he follows. "What?"

"Ground rules," I seethe," I am not about to jump in without floaties, if you catch my drift."

"You and your rules," He floats lazily," lay 'em on me."

"One," I press my index," If I say stop, you stop. I don't want you attacking me like some teenage boy."

"But I can touch you?"

"Moderately."

"Sweet Mackerel, it must be my birthday," his tail flicks a mist of water.

"Two, if I want to get out, then you will not stop me. For any reason!"

"I'm not a monster. I am but a humble servant for you, my love."

"And finally, don't drown me."

He barks a laugh," Trust me, you won't be the one drowning if I had my way."

"Ew," I grunt," Give me thirty minutes, I have to pull in these lines and drive off somewhere where there aren't fish guts."

"Got it, fish guts aren't romantic," He clicks fingers gun at me.

God, he is such a dweeb.

I reel in the lines and stash the rods away. In the captain's nest, I drive out to sea and away from the coast. I'd be damned if any of the other captains see my ass with Kaimana. The little devil follows eagerly behind, definitely not going to let me out of this one. Though it's not a huge deal. A playful jump in the water, and then I have a whole day to myself.

We anchor away before I'm left standing at the back of the ship looking down at an eager Kaimana.

"Top off first," he demands. I look off in the distance, already annoyed with all of this. I take my shirt off but make no show of it. Remove my shoes and pants before starting a neat pile on the chair near me. I reach behind me to unhook my bra, and my nerves rear up. I take a timid glance over to Kaimana as my courage leaves.

Maybe this isn't that easy.

"Don't get shy on me now," he says as he swims up to the stern. I close my eyes and take a breath, but it's all getting to me so suddenly. What if he doesn't like what I have to offer? The thought makes me want to vomit. When do I care what he thinks? This is a deal to make him go away! My hands fall to my side.

"Move so I can jump in," I say with fake bravado. He looks at me conflicted before swimming out. I take a step onto the stern and another into the water. The bubbles tickle up my body as my hair floats freely. The cold rush eases my baked skin. I swim up.

Breaking the surface, I smooth my hair and look at a conflicted Kaimana. I furrow my brow," What?"

He takes a moment to answer, as if debating in his head. Before I can call him out, he speaks.

"This doesn't count as skinny dipping, I hope you know," his teasing tone eases the knot in my stomach. The simple banter routine makes it all so much more digestible.

"Is skinny dipping still that if I am mostly nude?"

"No," he floats over. He began circling me as if to investigate. The familiar heat of insecurities licks at my neck and cheeks. As he comes behind, I feel his hands hold my hips. I can't help but jump, splashing him a bit. His warm breath fans over my neck as he squeezes in close.

"You don't have to if you're uncomfortable," He whispers, as if to not let the world know. I huff some tension out and lean my head back to his shoulder.

"I think I just need a little help," I surprise myself by saying. He groans and nuzzles against my head.

"Don't know how to work the clasp? Don't worry, I got you."

I lose the stability of him against my back as he sinks. In a flash, he nudges my spine, and my bra begins to float. I grab ahold of it, cover my chest on instinct. Kaimana drifts around, tugging me to take a look at his reward.

"Did you bite my bra off?" I cringe.

"Not important right now," He shoos my hands away. My nerves roll again, but a tension in my stomach begins to form. I'm torn between two feelings as he reaches for the floating garment. He snatches it away and stares at the semi-floating breast. Grabbing my hips, he lifts me out of the water, high enough for my tits to be in his face.

"Wow," he says, awestruck," you have to let me touch them." I'm hopeless as I'm left flustered. He stares and stares and stares. I'm at a crossroads of insecurity and ego boosted. He likes what he sees, but I'm not really sure where to go from here.

"Umm," I fidget, unsure of what to do with my hands. I clasp them under the water, picking at my fingers.

"Kori," he says, looking up. His gaze is heavy as he studies me. I try to put on a brave face, maybe even a sultry one. It all falls flat as I chew my cheek from nerves. He smiles sweetly before dropping me into the water.

I sink below the surface slightly before kicking my way up. "What the hell," I flip my hair from my face.

"You have pretty tits," he grins with that wide, sharp smile. I blush.

"Shut up," I look away towards the lowering sun. Before I know it, I'm scooped up onto his belly, lounging on him as he swims lazy circles.

"You seem nervous," His fingers glide over my stomach up towards my chest.

"Me, no," I lie," the water is just cold." His hands cup my breasts and push them up towards my face. My cheeks heat as well as my crotch. He catches a nipple between his fingers and tweaks the hardened nub.

"Seems like it," He teases," can cut glass with these things."

"Very funny," I say, softer than intended. His hands are so warm on my wet chest. He gropes and plays, thumbs running over each nipple. Should I be telling him to stop? I don't think this was part of the deal.

"Why are you so nervous?" He asks as if he doesn't have me topless on his chest.

"Who says I'm nervous?" My breath stumbles a bit when he pinches me.

"I do, now answer the question."

It takes me a moment to figure out an answer. A single hand curves over my stomach and hugs me close to his room-temperature body. He isn't really warm like I'd imagine, but his hands definitely are. The pressure on my belly has me turning to mush. I should tell him to stop…maybe in a minute.

"I don't exactly skinny dip every day," I sass, which turns into a hum. His hand slides over to the hem of my boyshorts, a finger sneaking under the cloth.

"You aren't skinny dipping," He purrs," yet. So if you think about it, my time hasn't started."

My pussy throbs as I barely figure out his words. I can't unfocus from his hands playing with my body. At my non-answer, he teases a hand down towards the spot I can't figure out if I want him to be. Before I can debate it more, he flips me onto my stomach, chest pressed against his face.

"Hi," he smiles. I give a weak smile back. "Don't need to look so nervous, my love. I just want to let you know that you look amazing, delicious even."

The new position has me all sorts of flustered. Looking at him instead of the turning sky is a bit much. I feel so foolish to be so turned on by this. He played with my tits, that's not really enough to cum over. I can't stop my inside from betraying me. Everything is so loud and demanding. I have to get away.

I roll off to the side and dive into the water. Eyes closed, I swim out until I float to the top. The action is enough to shrink the inferno.

"Cha doing?" Kaimana swims beside me. A little more in control now, I give a teasing look over at him. I stop long enough to slide my underwear off and pull it above the water.

"Your time starts now," I toss the wet garment to him. He catches it with a playful grin. Before he can try anything, I swim out to the bow of the boat. A good swim will do me some good. I keep going until I'm out of breath, a good distance away. Kaimana follows just barely above the surface. With a new settled calm, I rest on my back and float.

"I don't think I've ever wanted to eat your pussy more than right now," Kaimana splashes me as he drifts by. The idea doesn't sound too bad at the moment. I look over to him, his fin is poking out of the water.

"You get a good eye full?" He disappears out of sight for a moment before getting startlingly close.

"Now I did," He grins, "Can I suck your tits?"

My throat doesn't work again. My heart is beating out of my chest, and the need to scream 'yes please' has me feeling faint.

"I think I may die if you do," I answer honestly.

"Then say hi to god for me." He snatches me into his arms and lowers his mighty jaw down to my chest. I press against his large shoulders and fight the urge to look. His warm tongue flicks out tentatively, the rough texture making my eyes cross.

"Oh god," I blurt out. The bastard laughs before taking another taste. My clit throbs at the slight pain of his sandpaper-like tongue. I'm torn between pulling and pushing him. More, less? His lips close around the nub and suck. I melt in his arms. He swirls a little circle, then flicks the tip. I pet the back of his head, nails digging into his tough skin. He hums.

"I don't think I can thank you enough," He abandons my nipple to smush his face into my sternum. He smashes my tits around his cheeks and groans. The sound vibrates up my chest and into my heart. This damn idiot. The attention has me feeling fuzzy and drunk. I have a strong desire for him to explore more. Maybe a little further south. I feel too embarrassed to ask.

He lathers himself in so much attention. He bats himself in the face enough times for it to be comical. Though it's beginning to frustrate me. I can't articulate the need I have for him to touch me anywhere else. It was never meant to get this far, and now I want his hand between my legs.

"Kaimana," I whisper. It wasn't meant to be spoken. It surely wasn't loud enough.

Kaimana pauses and looks to me. I can't imagine how I appear right now. The once surefooted scientist is now a wanting slut, for a mer-shark no doubt. His gaze is wondrous as he drinks in the sight of me.

"Wow," he coos," You look so beautiful." I preen at the praise, having to look away just to breathe. I find my legs petting along his hip without my permission. My knees lock him in, and I pull him close. His arms wrap around me in a tight embrace.

"Do you need something, my love?" He nudges his nose under my chin. I grimace at the suffocating lust coursing through my veins. I push at his shoulder to rise above him.

"Me, no," I lie. It doesn't sound very convincing either. Especially with my hips rocking into his stomach. His hands lower over my ass and give the cheeks a playful squeeze.

"Are you sure?" He growls," You know I'm more than willing to accommodate you."

I can't say it, I can barely think it. We can't fuck, his cock has to be too big for me. He would split me in two! Though he does have a mouth and hands. My eye slowly looks down at him and his cocky smile. The bastard. He knows exactly what I want.

I look off to the side," Not in the water, okay?"

He takes off like a bullet towards the boat. I get folded over his shoulder, left to hold onto his fin for dear life. He skirts around to the stern, where he sets me on the lowest platform. His girth spreads my legs as he makes room. Warm hands pet up my thighs as he can't look away from my cunt.

"I'll be honest, I did NOT expect this at all," He looks up between his lashes," But I'm going to make you scream my name." I gulp.

He spreads my knees wide and watches like a man starved. I shiver.

"Be nice," I shake, "you have sharp teeth."

He scoffs but doesn't answer. I watch him lean down and sniff. My stomach twitches. He opens his mouth and delves his tongue between my folds. A long, rough swipe over my too-sensitive clit.

"Holy fuck," the words rip from me. I didn't know I was THAT turned on. I fall onto my hand and rest a palm on my chest. He licks again, and I'm embarrassed I may combust. His rough tongue lathers up my soaked pussy with eager flicks. I fully collapse onto my elbows and focus on breathing.

I feel so raw, torn open, and left for the birds. His hands clench my knees like he, too, is feeling this. His tongue is like gasoline on a bonfire. I feel the taboo of oral sex with a mer-shark, a sea creature. What would the others think? His sharp teeth nick at my skin, which has me arching into his mouth. This spurs him on.

He snatches my hips and pulls me flush against his face, burying himself into my pussy like he belongs there. An arm over my hips, he holds me down. He attacks me with a flurry, abusing my poor clit until I have tears in my eyes.

"K-Ka-," I choke on the words. He nips slightly at my skin. I peek down my body at him, seeing his lidded eyes regarding me with deep affection. A zip stings down my spine, and I collapse back onto the boat. I arch and writhe in his hold, his strong arm keeping me still. Everything burns, a hurt that feels so good. Everything feels so good and so much.

"Kai," I huff. My pleasure is monumental, greater than the seven wonders. I can't even see the darkening sky above me as I'm utterly devoured.

"Kaimana," I shout and buck. I'm so close, so near. I focus on his rough tongue, his strong hands. I groan into the air and beg anyone to end this suffering. "Kaimana," I beg him. I take another look down at his handsome face, his devilish eyes. He stares at me, pressing harder onto my hips. I watch him as I cum. I writhe and shout but never look away.

"Kaimana," I whimper one last time.

Everything is blank and freeing. I pet along my chest and cup my neck. My nails dig into my skin so I can feel a little more. I can't think, only seeing the deep blue sky above. My body is being pulled, dragged off the stern and into the water. I'm cradled in loving arms.

"You look so beautiful when you cum on my tongue." I can't answer, not that it matters. Kaimana cups my head and drags me into a punishing kiss. His lips on me feel like little shocks of electricity, lightning of our own making. I reach out and pull him in close, pinching our lips against teeth. I can't get enough, nor do I want to. I open my mouth and accept his thick tongue. I curl and pet against it, sucking before I have to rip him away.

I lean, and he tries to trail after," I think our thirty minutes are up."

"No, no, I kept count. We have an hour left," He says to me again, hands trailing down over my ass.

"I think you're right," I scratch down his neck as I steal more hot kisses. He curls around me, something below poking at my thighs. Curious, I nudge one with my calf.

"Please," He whimpers," Can you do me a favor?" I nudge the appendage again, gauging his reaction. His eyes roll back, and his tail swirls up a current.

"What would that be?" He flips us so I'm on his stomach again. He lets his head loll back into the water and shuts his eyes. I'm left confused topside. I peek behind myself near my legs and find two cocks resting near his stomach.

"Oh," I mumble. The two are rather large, no doubt too big for me. So what am I supposed to do with them? Curious, I pet one of them with my foot. He jumps, his tail flicking quickly against the water. I smirk.

I flip myself so I'm on my stomach, face near his cocks. Feeling rather brave, I take hold of one. I can feel his stomach twitch against mine. His cock is about the girth of a rolling pin, intimidating but a sight to behold. I give a lazy jerk to the one. His tail flicks again, and he groans from behind me.

"More," he moans. I smile to myself and place both hands on him. I jerk him off the best I can, given the equipment. His body wiggles and writhes under me. I feel so powerful as I coax this beast. I pump and explore, drooling a bit as an idea enters my head.

Cautiously, I lower my mouth towards his tip. There is no way I can take it in my mouth, but I mouth the end. He curls enough for his tail to come out of the water before slapping down. I continue mouthing and jerking him. I grab his second cock and jerk them together, licking up his shaft. I taste salt and his own personal spice. It's all so alluring, and his moans have me with a swelled head.

I jerk faster and nuzzle against him. He whimpers and whines. His hips begin to meet my hand until he is pumping mostly himself. I try to keep up, but it's not too long before he is curling into himself. His cock pulses under my palm, and long spurts of cum shoot out the top. Arms sore, I try to milk everything he has. I don't have long before I'm plunged into the water.

Kaimana swims out from under me and snatches me in his arms. I can't see a thing but feel his large mouth over my shoulder, sharp teeth digging into my skin. His body contorts in rhythmic beats that slow with each rotation. My lungs begin to burn, as does my shoulder. The sting of his teeth turns into real pain. I beat on his back. He doesn't move, biting a little harder. I slap his head, and only then does he rush to the surface.

I gulp greedy lungfuls of air as I hold onto Kaimana for dear life.

"Jesus, I said no drowning," I scold.

"Sorry," He pants. We drift in the sea, the sun setting just beyond. The reds and oranges change the color of the sea. The waves have calmed to a near stillness. I rest my cheek on his shoulder and enjoy the view.

As he comes back to himself, he tilts me into the water to investigate my shoulder. I check over at the small, long cuts lined in a half circle.

"Dude," I scold," This is probably going to get infected."

He hums all smug," going to scar too."

I roll my eyes and try to get out of his hold. He lets me swim back towards the boat. I scramble onto the stern and make my way over to the storage of towels.

"I think that was more than thirty minutes," I call over to him. I dry myself off before putting my clothes on, though, missing any undergarments. As Kaimana doesn't answer, I look over to where he last was. He's gone. I scowl before walking over to the edge.

"Kaimana," I call out. No answer. "I didn't take you for a hit-it-and-quit type!"

"I'm not," he answered from behind me. I look over the boat and see his head popping out of the water. I walk over.

"Where'd you go?"

"Already keeping tabs on me," he teases," I didn't take you for the clingy type."

I scoff," I don't care where you go, just need to own up to nearly drowning me and maiming me."

He swats the air," Ah, you're fine. Don't worry about it."

"Uh-huh," I drape the towel around my shoulders," I'm a marine biologist, I know why you did it. Couldn't wait for a first date?"

"You licked my cock, it was game over after that," He shrugs. I bark out a laugh.

"I don't think either of us expected that. Now, if you don't mind, I have a date with a shower, first aid kit, and potentially you later?" Kaimana actually blushes.

"Does tomorrow sound good?"

"Can't, tomorrow is when you leave me alone," I head off towards the lower bunk.

"What," He shouts," you can't be serious, after all that?"

"Especially after all that," I call back," Good night, Kaimana."

I head down to the bunks and search for the first aid kit. I find it and head for the bathroom to take a look at the love bite. I hiss at the sight, deep red gashes with bits of peeling flesh. Such an asshole, even when I've been so nice to him. Pissed as I am, I can't help but feel a little warm about it. I smile to myself.

"Good night, my love," Kaimana bangs a hand on the hull. I shake my head, amused.

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Hi- Hope you liked Kaimana and his flirty ways. I love me a good big idiot who just loves going down on women.

I watch the exchange more curiously than I have been through this entire transaction. The imp is malnourished but tall, nearly as tall as the already towering merchant. He is jumpy and excitable, though he is a bit lost at the command. His smile drops as he looks to me, giving me a once-over before looking away. It picks at my chest a bit to see the subservient attitude.

"Yes, miss, I understand," he bows. Without preamble, he scurries to my side, shuffling his hands with his head bowed. I ignore him as I pass the merchant some coin and head out towards my ship. The imp follows behind with barely a sound.

I can't think of why I bothered actually purchasing the under kept imp. He couldn't possibly help me with all the work on the ship like I intended. He looks too weak and skinny to be able to lift around the crates and furniture on my ship. I don't bother caring when we reach the landing bay, figuring with the cheap price that I could get some use out of him.

The first month is shockingly easier with him. Peters is helpful and eager to please. He has taken up many of the basic chores and has been handy in most of the repairs, smarter than I first anticipated. Though I don't care for his level of self-worth. His constant belittling and subservience attitude has taken a toll on my patience.

We sit together in the cafeteria, eating our dinner. With a week's worth of convincing, I've managed to get him to sit at the table, though he refuses to look at me. It's coming to a head as it picks and picks at me. I don't see him as a servant but a helper. I wish to treat him as a coworker.

"Peters, can I ask you something?" I tap my spoon on the bowl.

"You don't have to ask for permission, master is allowed to ask anything," he fidgets in his seat.

"I'm not your master, but alright. I was curious what you thought about getting paid for all your work," I ask. He snaps up, looking higher than his hands for the first time the whole meal. He gawks at me, confused but angry.

"Why would you waste your coin on me? I do not earn money, nor do I need to," he snaps, clenching his fingers around his spoon.

"I'm sorry," I say, confused," if it offends you so much, then we can forget I ever said anything. Just saw you eyeing some of the shinier items while planet side, figured you would want some money to buy your own things. I guess I'm wrong."

Peters huffs as his jaw clicks. Quickly, he looks down at his bowl, seething to himself, to my utter confusion. I never meant to anger him; I just wanted to try to break this master/slave relationship. He is charming in his attempts at humor and conversation. Though he catches himself when he speaks out of turn, it seems he is slowly breaking out of it. I want him to be comfortable here, to see me as a friend.

"Please, stop this," he mumbles, barely heard over the low hum of the ship.

"Stop what?" I ask.

He meets my eyes," Stop being nice to me." I startle at his seriousness.

"Uh, w-why?" I straighten. He finally realizes himself and reverts to his timid, nonconfrontational attitude, rolling his shoulders as he looks back down.

"I didn't mean to snap at you, miss, I forgot my place once again," he grumbles.

Without thinking, I reach over the table for his hand," Peters, you're allowed to speak your mind around me. You aren't lesser in my eyes."

"Stop," he barks out, snapping his hand away," please, stop!"

"Sorry, I wasn't tr-"

"Stop," he stands," stop, stop, stop!" he clasps his head, beating his palm against his forehead. I jump up. I reach for him and tug his hands away.

"Peters," I try to soothe. He just shakes his head with his eyes clenched. I call his name louder, squeezing his hands tighter. "Peters! Tell me what's wrong," I plead.

"Please, miss, please," he whimpers," I can't forget my place, don't let me."

"Why can't you forget?"

He sighs," I can't forget for when you sell me."

"Sell you," I ask. Why would I ever sell him?

"Yes," he jerks out of my hold," sell me! Do not give me hope so you can steal it away; that's more cruel than actual punishment. Do not manipulate me, I can't take it if the pretty lady plays with me like that."

Peters turns away from me, his arms curling around himself. It's nice he is standing up for himself, though twisted in his understanding. I couldn't sell him, especially knowing how they treated him before. Since he has gotten here, he has begun to come out of his shell, even taking on some weight and bulking out a bit. Though he still looks scrawny, he looks healthier.

I take a step towards him, grabbing at his shoulder to twist him around. Before he can pull away again, I bring him into a hug. I can feel his body stiffen, his heart thumping against his chest near my ear. I hold him long enough for him to have no choice but to give in. His chin rests on my head, and his arms wrap around me.

"I will never give you back or sell you. You will be here as long as you wish, and if you don't, then I will take you wherever you like. I am the last person to purchase you. You are free from this day on," I squeeze him, hoping my words actually get through.

His weak hold tightens as he drops his head to my shoulder. I can feel his body shake as a whimper leaves his lips. He cries in my arms, clawing gently at my back. It breaks my heart as he finally understands his situation. He is free; I will do whatever I can to keep it that way.

"Thank you, miss," he sniffles," Thank you." he rubs his cheek on me. Turning his head, his nose bumps mine before he presses a timid kiss to my lips. Startled, I freeze. I didn't expect this turn of events. He pulls back quickly, looking down at me with wide eyes.

"Oh," he pulls back," I have overstepped. I'm sorry, miss, I forgot myself." he fidgets with his hands as he looks around, trying to find an escape. Seeing his potential retreat, I walk over, dragging him into another hug.

"It's ok, Peters," I pat his back," I was just a bit startled, I'm not mad."

"You aren't? But I forced myself on you, that sort of thing isn't what I'm used to," he explains," I'm not a pleasure slave, I'm not allowed such thoughts."

"What," I scoff, looking up to him," what kind of thoughts do you have, and why aren't they allowed?"

He flushes, his already red skin getting darker.

"Peters," I chuckle," are you having impure thoughts about me?"

"What, of cour- I wouldn't- it's just you're-," he rambles flustered. I can't stop the laugh rolling out of my mouth. He is just too adorable.

"It's ok, Peters, I'm ok with you having a crush on me," I pap his cheek.

"A crush, well, I wouldn't-It's not like," He squeezes his hand as he scrambles for words. I grab his face and tug him in for a proper kiss. He startles, stiff as a board.

"Peters, please," I sigh. He melts slowly. His lips are less stiff, and his hands are reaching up to hold me. This could be the only tenderness he has ever experienced in his whole life. It breaks my heart. I pull back with a mischievous glint.

"Peters, do you mind if I try something?"

He gulps," D-Do whatever yo-you need."

I guide him over to the nearby chair and collapse onto my knees in front of him. He grips the armrests and looks anywhere but at me. I pet up his skinny thighs. His nails dig into the plastic.

"Peters," I wait for him to look at me. He struggles to do so, an internal fight against his history. "I think it's time you get to be in charge. What do you want from me right now? Anything you want and I'll do it."

His chest heaves heavily as he throws his head back with a frustrated grunt. "I think I'm going to die."

I laugh," Peters, it's ok. You are safe here. Let me know what you need from me."

He watches me through his lashes. His tongue wets his lips as his hand snaps one of the armrests. He tosses the useless plastic aside and grips the seat instead. I can't help but smirk, running my hands up to the hem of his pants.

"You're in charge, boss," I wink. He grunts again, a tent forming in front of me.

"A-anything," he whispers.

"Anything."

He fidgets in his seat. A quick glance around the room as if anyone is on my ship besides us. He licks his lips again, sitting back more in the seat. His knees spread wider to allow me in. I shimmy closer.

"C-can you," he nudges his hips forward," u-un-und-." He can't finish it.

"You want me to undo your belt," I finish for him. He nods eagerly. Flattered, I flick his belt out of the loop. Pressing the pin down, I get him unfastened. Just to make him jump, I yank the belt out quickly. He whimpers, his head falling against the chair. I toss the item aside and reach for his button, but freeze.

"What now?" I ask. As he catches his breath, I take a moment to admire the flexing bulge threatening to rip from his zipper. With each breath, it bounces a little. I worry he may cum if I even touch him.

"Pants," He shouts," please." I jump from the volume. Eager imp.

I undo his button, the sides splitting with a pop. He groans. I slowly ease the zipper down. He whimpers. His sounds make my ears ring and my heart pound. I haven't felt this excited for a measly blowjob since the first time I gave one. Then again, I've never had a partner so happy to be here.

The long zipper split as his erection stands to attention. No underwear to get in the way. I gawk at the beast that flops onto his stomach.

"Jesus," I can't stop myself from saying. He jumps, snapping his head to me.

"Sorry," He reaches down to cover up. I grab the chair and yank him forward. He freezes.

"Don't apologize for that," I purr," now tell me what you want me to do with it."

He coos, melting into the seat. He flexes, his cock bouncing off his stomach. It looks like someone's showing off. My fingers wriggle on his hip, awaiting his command.

"Grab it," He demands. I bite my lip to stop smiling. I grasp him in a tight grip just to see what he does. His hips buck into my fist, jerking himself in my awaiting hand. He chokes on his breath, stuttering to inhale. His hips bounce without instructions, rushing into my fingers for stimulation.

"I can do that if you want," I chuckle.

"Please," He seethes. I begin jerking him off, his hips meeting my movements. His little gasps and groans increase in volume to the point I worry he is going to cum too soon. Though it's probably been a while- or never- since anyone has done this for him. He leans, head out of sight, as his chest arches off the chair.

A sadistic pleasure runs through me. I lean forward and engulf his tip with my lips. In a flash, I feel him grip my head. His nails dig into my scalp, bony fingers bruising my skin. I can only lick his cock as those oh so pleasing sounds ring in my ears.

"Agh," He pants. Without preamble, he guides my head down onto his cock, forcing himself as far as he can before he hits the back of my throat. I fight a gag, tears stinging my eyes. He lifts me up with a high keen. He slides me up and down on his weeping cock. Salt coats my tongue, spit running down to my hand. I make sure no part of him is without contact.

I lick and suck, jerk and bob. My reward is his inexperienced body reacting to it all. His hips twitch and flex. He cries out into the room like an injured animal. I would pay to see his face right now. His hand over my head hurts as he squeezes tighter, but I can't be damned to care.

"C-C-C," he keeps clicking out. The way his body is lit like a live wire, I assume he is trying to be a gentleman and tell me he is going to cum. I hollow my cheeks and practically demand his orgasm.

He clenches tight. I can feel his stomach cresting over my head. His hands move to my shoulders as his chest presses my head down. He curls into a ball as his hot cum spurts down my throat. I try to reel back, to get some air before I drown. His chest holds firm, keeping me on him. I do my best, swallowing him and his fluids.

I have to push him off to get a much-needed breath of air. I cough, spit, and cum dripping down my chin. My hands hold me up on his thighs. The chair thunks when he falls to the cushioned backrest. I peek up to see such wonder on his face. I wipe my face on my shirt collar and sit back.

"Feeling alright?"

He watches me with stars in his eyes. My face burns with the attention.

"Thank you," he says so genuinely, I have to blush. I get up and stand behind him. I cradle his face as he looks up at me.

"Truly my pleasure, Peters. I don't want you to feel like you are anyone's slave anymore. If you need anything, just ask." I pet his cheek.

"Anything?"

I quirk a brow," Yes."

"Can we do that again?"

I laugh," I have other ideas if you don't mind a few suggestions."

He lights up," Can we have sex?"

In answer, I lean down and kiss him.

He quickly jumps from the chair with a failed attempt at never breaking lips. I can't help but laugh as he starts crowding me to the nearest table. I nearly trip as the metal top bangs into my hip. He lifts me onto the surface and quickly fiddles with my pants.

"Jesus, Peters," I have to turn away. He attacks my neck, hand already in my pants. His hand cups my heat before he delves a finger between the folds. "Jesus, Peters," I sigh. 

"You said ask for anything," He gasps near my ear," I want you."

"S-sure," I find myself stuttering. He pets my clit just to watch me squirm. I have to fall back on my hands as my head gets fuzzy. He takes the moment to tear my pants off. My hand slips as my hips are jerked forward. I collapse onto my back.

He wastes no time filling the space, legs held up by his side. I lift my head enough to see his already hard cock bouncing near my mound.

"My god, Peters," I gawk," It's been like two minutes."

He grabs his cock, staring with wonderlust at my pussy.

"Can I?" He asks. I bang my head on the metal table.

"You can take whatever you want from me, Peters."

That was the magic words, apparently. He steps forward and shoves his cock in. Clearly unpracticed, perhaps a virgin. He shoves and jerks until he is fully engulfed. His girth burns as my walls stretch to accommodate such a well-endowed imp.

"F-fuck," I grab the edge of the table.

"Have I died?" He struggles with air. He tests the new space, moving in short bursts. I wrap my legs around him and lie back. He needs no more invitation.

Peters grabs my hips, leans forward a bit, then plows into me like his life depends on it. Wet slaps of hips and garbled moans. I've been with plenty of men who would rather I do all the work. It's nice to sit back once in a while, especially with the sounds that come from him.

"Oh, thank you," He moans," Thank you, thank you, thank you."

I laugh. Why not give the sexy imp a new toy? I tug my shirt off, showing off my unclothed tits. He burns like a candle, quick to beat as he reaches a hand out. He gropes my chest, hips hitting harder. I grab him and wrap his fingers around my nipples. He has to catch himself on the table to stop from falling over.

"Give 'em a squeeze and I'll show you how much I like you," I tease. He tweaks my nipple, a zap rushing to my pussy. He sees stars, blinking them away as he keeps pinching me.

We both moan as the whole dance brings us to an inferno. I can't look away at the awe in his face. I've never seen him so happy. He probably has never been this happy. A vow forms in my head to make him happy as much as I can. My toes curl and my stomach clenches.

"Oh fuck," he hisses. I arch off the table as he tweaks my nipple harder. I bare my teeth to the ceiling. My orgasm rips through like a bullet, killing Peters, it seems. He pants like he ran a mile. His body curls like before, his forehead touching my sternum. With a cry that sounds almost painful, he bursts inside. Warm liquid gets pumped in. Some comes out onto the table and my thighs.

A few stumbling thrusts, and he fully collapses on top of me. I hold him close, kissing the top of his head. I wait until his breath finally evens out to say anything.

"I'll take it you hated that," I joke.

"W-what," he slurs. Still ain't got his land legs yet, it seems. I pet the back of his head a little longer.

It takes a bit before he is right as rain. He struggles to sit up, arms shaking. He pulls out with a hiss. I sit up and pop my back.

"Next time, let's make it to the bedroom," I reach my arms up with a grunt.

"Next time," He asks. He straightens his clothes but can't seem to look away from my nude self.

"If you want," I kick my feet from atop the table. He rushes forward, snatching my face in his hands. His lips meet mine in an aggressive kiss. I press my hand to his chest to keep him from mashing our teeth together.

"I hope this isn't a dream."

"Not unless we are having the same dream," I kiss his cheek. He leans his forehead on mine in a gesture that burns my heart. I don't know if I can take it if he chooses to leave after knowing he is free. I pet his face.

"I want you to know you are free. No one can own you again."

He nods," Thank you."

We sit in the afterglow a little longer. The truth of his situation lies on him like a warm blanket. As long as he wants, Peters has a home with me.

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I wrote this a while ago but only finished it recently. Figured a quick porn w/ plot story would be nice. I like the role reversal here for him. Whole life being told what to do and now he gets to take what he wants.

Renfield watches Gina round into the kitchen, wet-haired and exhausted. He can't really look at her long enough as the videos in his head mock him. She was coming on his cock with her hair disheveled and mouth agape. He couldn't sleep a wink as they were made into best hits. Renfield rushes out of the kitchen but can't resist catching her hand in his in a deliberate brush of synthetic skin to human skin.

Gina stiffens, not even a breath, as Ren's hand grazes her. Images of last night bang against her head like glass thrown to a wall. Amazing sex, vibrating cock, spoiled brat. She shakes her head and snatches a bottle of vodka from the cabinet. She downs a swig, his face when he left enters her head, she downs another swig.

Renfield didn't truly mean for much of last night to happen. He was just fed up, exhausted from the princess ruining everyone's day. All that frustration came out in an unhealthy way, but now he has a plan. He saw how easily she came undone, and he knew she liked it. He can use this to their advantage, even if not, he loves the idea of torturing her a bit more. Let her be the stressed-out one for once.

Renfield grins to himself as he begins his chores.

Gina lounges on the sofa when her stomach growls. She thinks of calling Ren over, but blushes. I can make my own lunch, she thinks. Getting off the couch, she sneaks- though Gina would say otherwise- into the kitchen. No sight of the fiend. She snatches various snack items in hopes of a get-in, get-out move.

She begins to unpackage her items for a simple sandwich, just to realize she is missing a plate. Waltzing over to the cabinets, she stands on her toes to reach the small snack plates high above. A heat creeps up her spine as a body presses her into the counter. Gina swallows hard as a hand reaches over her to acquire the plate.

"Do you need help, Regina?" Ren says near her ear. Gina blushes, barely breathing as all she can think of is his body holding her. Renfield grins, grabbing her hip with one hand as if to stabilize her. She jumps, pushing him back to stand on the other side of the kitchen. Ren looks dumbfounded with the plate, playing the oh-so-caring butler.

"Regina," he purrs," Are you alright?"

Gina glares at the damned bot, already seeing his game play out. She wags her finger at him," I see what you're doing."

Ren sets the plate down," Me? Regina, I assure you I have no ill intent against you. Are you alright? Perhaps you didn't," He pauses," sleep well?"

Gina bawks. Did this motherfucker just hint at what I think he hinted at, Gina ponders. She opens and closes her mouth in the hopes that SOMETHING will come out. Anything witty or scathing? Gina settles for storming out instead. Her sandwich was left forgotten.

Gina spends the day avoiding Ren like he was a killer in the house. When he enters a room, she practically cartwheels out. It makes Renfield laugh to see her so flustered. Gina is less than amused.

She tries to forget it all by going out to the bar. The best way to get over someone is to get under another after all. Gina sits at the bar nursing her cocktail. Her head feels light, and her ambitions slowly fade to the music. A man down the bar catches her attention. They play flirty eyes until he gains the courage to walk over.

"Hi," the man greets. Gina gives him a full look, taking in the tall drink of water before her.

"Hi," she slurs.

The man goes on about a story of his car after a bit of failure. Gina tries, she really does, to listen, but it's all so...mundane, played out. This game of getting men home has lost a lot of its appeal for tonight. Gina, the scholar she is, still gives it a good college try.

The two end up behind the club, kissing passionately near the dumpster. Gina's alcohol riddled brain trips up on details and linear thinking. She thinks the guy's name is Richard, or maybe Peter? He can call himself whatever he wants as long as he keeps sucking on her neck like that.

Gina drags the man in closer by his coat, gasping and moaning near his ear. She feels the all too familiar vices strangling her like a lost friend. Her brain melts into the blur of intoxication.

"Yes," she groans," Ren." The man nibbles and licks, chuckling under his breath.

"It's Philip, but whatever works for you," he says.

Gina feels a cold rush go up her spine and disgust roll in her stomach. Did she just say Ren's name? Her inside aches with a need she knows this man can't provide. Her arousal blows away in the wind along with her buzz. She tries to close her eyes and feel this man's hands and lips, ignore the nagging that her sobering brain yells at her.

"OK," Gina pushes him off," off you pop."

"Don't say that," He tries to kiss her again, but she holds firm, pushing him off. "Ok," he holds up his hands," What did I do?" Gina fumbles for her bag and adjusts her dress. The guy takes a few steps back, even picking a leaf from her hair.

"Um, it's not you, it's me," Gina rolls her hand in the air," I have a migraine, or my boyfriend is expecting me home soon. Take your pick."

The man scoffs," Really? You don't have to be a bitch about it. I'm not going to force myself on you, Jesus."

Gina rolls her eyes and begins shuffling towards the front of the club. Philip doesn't stop her, instead adjusting his crotch and heading back inside to try his luck once more. Gina can't be fucked to care as her body betrays her.

Gina wants Renfield.

The next morning, Gina wakes up before ten. To all the occupants of the house, this is a surprise. To Gina, this is the sign of hell freezing over. She heads to the kitchen after many failed attempts at staying asleep for some coffee.

"Good morning," Renfield says slowly, caught off guard by her presence. Gina shoulder checks him on the way to the coffee machine. It does nothing more than make her feel a tad better about him ruining her life. It took David a few months to do that, Renfield only needed one night.

After last night's failure, she tried to come home and drink more. In the end, she felt like shit and went to bed. Gina is worried about the meaning of all this, as the last time she felt this lame was the day after David.

"All sunshines today, it seems," Ren teases. Gina reaches for a mug high up and rolls her eyes as she feels Ren behind her. Before he can reach up, she turns and jumps onto the counter. She wraps her legs around his waist and tugs him forward. Gina is calling his bluff. She may have been in turmoil about two nights ago, but there is no way he is.

Renfield blushes, utterly caught off guard by her bluntness. He had a plan, he swears! He had every intention of teasing her and hinting at some sex again. Then his real plan would come to the surface, but now he is nestled between her legs, and he can't think.

"I don't play games, Ren," Gina growls," are we doing this or not?"

Ren stumbles, his hands held in the air as if touching her would be a mortal sin.

"I-Well-It," Renfield flounders. Gina leans back on her hands to watch him. The robotic blush on his screen makes Gina feel a little less crazy. One night without the reliable vices, and she has been a mess. Let the cause of this hurt a little.

"Come on, Ren, I don't have all day," Gina teases. Ren rips from her hold to catch himself on the island, back to Gina.

"Always such a brat," He seethes," Can't you just do one thing as you're told?"

"Excuse me," Gina barks," I'm not the one who started this, remember?"

Ren grips the counter," You know damn well you started this."

"Like hell, I didn't ask you to fuck me. You chose that on your own," Gina bangs her head on the cabinet behind her. Ren peaks over his shoulder, a tough glare directed at Gina. She rolls her eyes.

"I didn't hear any complaint from you," Ren baits.

"Oh fuck you, a battery-operated boyfriend will have no girl complaining. It's not much of a compliment as you hope, rust bucket," Gina falls for the bait.

Ren turns, leaning against the counter with a smug look on his face. Gina can't stop her eyes as they wander down his body. When she looks back up, he has a grin that makes her glare.

"Do you want me, Gina?"

Gina flusters, feeling herself losing the plot. Not able to answer, she slides to hop off the counter. Ren steps forward to trap her. He grabs her chin and directs her gaze up.

"Do you want me," he tilts his head," again?" Gina doesn't notice her breath getting heavy or the way her mouth salivates. Ren grips her chin tighter, dimples under his fingers as he can feel her teeth through her cheek.

"No," Gina spits. Ren chuckles low in his chest.

"Are you sure?" Ren emphasizes with a grind of his pelvis. His cock is hard against her thigh, pushing up to peak at the edge of her shorts. She shudders despite herself. Ren grins.

"N-no," she answers.

"No, you aren't sure?" he pokes her thigh. Ren could drown in the feeling over her, the smell of her. Her hot breath fanning over his arm, her lazy, blown-out eyes. He can't speak, let alone think, with how much he NEEDS to be buried in her again. Just her face, so uncertain and horny, could make him cum. Maybe his plan can still work.

"I have an offer for you," his thumb pets along her bottom lip, pleased when she tries to glare at him. He sticks his thumb into her mouth. "Go back to school."

Gina gawks, trying to push his thumb out of her mouth. He forces her mouth closed and presses her tongue down.

"Don't give me that look." He pulls her closer, his cock sliding under her shorts to poke at her hip. "It's good for us both, really. Finish college, and I can help you forget about why you left in the first place."

When the hell did Renfield get so hot, Gina thinks. Her body and mind are at war. Her body feels on fire just from his grip on her chin. Her mind couldn't believe the audacity to ask this of her. He wants to be a little sex bot, so I'd go to school? Ridiculous. But.. she doesn't need to tell him that.

Gina grins. Renfield feels uneasy.

Gina sucks on his thumb before curling her hand around to his cock. Ren stiffens, feeling himself lose some footing as she jerks him. He can't help himself, he looks down at her hand stroking him through her shorts. He saves the scene in his memory.

"Gina," Ren stretches her mouth, "Answer me first." Gina hums in answer.

From lots of practice, Gina sits up and slides her pants down to her knees. She pulls herself to the edge of the counter and tucks her legs in against his chest. Ren is but a humble butler, at the whims of this brat before him. She grabs him and slides him over her pussy. They both sigh.

"Regina," Renfield tries to scold. She guides his thumb back over her tongue and sucks. She jerks him off against her before guiding him to her entrance.

"R-Regina," Renfield bucks a little into her, his tip engulfed in her heat. If he had a heart, it would skip. He tries to reel himself in, tries to be anything but a mindless zombie. It's for her benefit, he thinks. I love her, so I want what's best for her. She pulls him closer.

"Give me strength," Ren whispers. Before Gina can ask, she is hoisted off the counter and slammed onto his cock. She hiccups at the fullness, mind blank. Ren takes her over to the island and lays her down. The cold marble sends chills up her spine. Ren pets down her body, then grabs her hips firmly in both hands.

"Such a brat," Ren seethes. He plows into her with an unforgiving pace that has Gina rethinking her choices. She watches him pound into her, his screen turned off. That's not fair, she thinks. Renfield can't look at her, embarrassed by being thwarted so easily. She lies back onto the table, letting her body come to the friendly, overencompassing feelings of pleasure. No thoughts, only big sexy robots.

Renfield can relate to Gina as his body bucks and zaps. This feeling is addictive, he thinks. It makes him feel bad for the princess; to need this nearly daily must be painful. Renfield comes back to himself a bit as he peeks his eyes open to watch her. Her tits bounce around in her night shirt, hands grabbing fistfuls of her hair and shirt. I have to be strong, Renfield thinks, for her.

Renfield comes up with a new plan that involves torturing this brat. He turns on his cock long enough for her to arch off the table, then turns it back off. Gina can't worry about it as the sensation startled her. He does it again, her toes curl. Her orgasm tries to rip through her stomach, but he turns it off as she gets close. Peaking open her eyes, she glares up at him.

"Problem," He asks, his thrust slowing to a lazy pace.

"Turn it back on," she demands, wiggling her hips.

"Hmm," He pets her hip," No."

Gina scoffs, turning away from him. He doesn't mind. Ren reaches up and flips her shirt over her breast just to get the most from the video he is most definitely saving. Gina rolls her eyes, closing them to try to get the most from his cock still inside her. Ren reaches up and flicks her nipple, groping her chest before slapping it. He turns his cock on again.

Gina claws at her hair, wiggling closer to him to finish. Her moans are debauched, whore like. Ren has to take a moment to think of other things, even looking away. Just like before, he turns his cock off before she can cum.

Gina slaps the table," What the fuck is your problem?"

Ren shrugs, still looking away as if he has other pressing things on his mind. He doesn't, he just knows if he looks at her tits again, he will forget what he was planning.

"Promise to go back to school and I'll make you cum."

Gina can barely focus on breathing, let alone know how to reply to that. He really is holding orgasms hostage right now? Gina bangs her head against the counter, stubbornly trying to reach her finish without him. She closes her eyes and tries to think of anything sexy. Celebrities, kinks, Ren's cock.

Ren slows his pace to a torturous speed. He has calmed enough to actually look at her now, feeling smug when she grinds her teeth.

"Please," Gina relents, her insides on fire.

"No," Ren grins," Promise me."

Gina claws at her chest," Jesus, Ren. Please?"

The satisfaction of seeing the princess actually beg makes Ren want to kiss her. If only he had lips. He settles for leaning down and pressing his screen to her cheek. "Promise me," He purrs. Gina puts an arm around his head, kicking her pants off a leg to wrap around his waist.

"Please," she truly begs. She nuzzles his head," Please." This time it's a different please. David had hurt her so much that picking back up feels so...wrong. Ren asking this of her is like peeling back the scab she has buried under layers and layers of bandages, never letting it breathe.

"It's ok," Ren settles deep in her and just sits," You are strong." The closeness picks at her heart, the intimacy she has missed since her ex. She hugs Ren, her heart swelling.

"Ok," she agrees," I'll go back to school."

Ren sits up, surprised.

"Don't get smug about it," Gina wipes a tear she didn't know she had.

"Never," Ren smiles. He is truly relieved for this outcome, but way more relieved to finally cum.

Ren turns his cock on just to see her jump and begins thrusting in her. Her bare breast bounces around like eye candy just for Renfield. He takes in every sight of her, the way the small chub on her stomach wiggles, her thighs clapping against his stomach. Every bit of revealed flesh draws him in like a man hypnotized.

"Beautiful," Ren says to himself. Gina hears and blushes. Folded in half on her parents' kitchen island is not how she planned this morning. Coming on his vibrating cock, though, that was a hope at least for Gina.

Gina thrashes as her orgasms tear through her body like a raging bull. The edging makes her body feel like lava as the pleasure burns every fiber of her being.

"Fuck," Gina shouts. Ren claps a hand over her mouth. As much as he would love to hear her, he knows her mother is upstairs in her office. Gina clenches her eyes shut. Added benefit, she peels his hand off her mouth and makes him cup her neck. He gets the hint and chokes her softly. Gina bites her hand instead of moaning. Ren records every detail, holding her a little tighter.

The whole scene feels like a personal Renaissance painting just for Ren. Before he knows it, his body is spasming and glitching. He unclenches her throat in fear of hurting her as he cums. Gina, coming down, watches the dutiful butler with a smug satisfaction.

Ren has to catch himself on the counter as his legs reboot. Gina laughs, making him pull out so she can sit up. Brushing hair out of her face, she takes a deep drag of air.

"Holy hell, Ren," Gina laughs. Ren rests his head on her shoulder as he runs a calibration test on his limbs.

"Regina, I always knew one day you would be the death of me."

Gina laughs and pets his back," Not from a lack of trying."

They both sit there for a moment, enjoying each other's company. The soft afterglow brings them both a sense of peace they haven't had in a long time. Gina takes the clarity to reflect on her actions. She knows she has been a bitch- or a brat, according to some. It's just been a tough go of it to have no one there.

Gina sighs," I think I need therapy."

Ren sits up, "I fuck good idea into you? That's amazing."

Gina pushes him with a roll of her eyes. He steps back and helps her off the counter.

"Shut up," She fixes her pants. Ren grabs a rag from the sink and cleans off the counter.

"Do you mean it?" He asks.

Gina shrugs," Not sure. Right now it seems like a good idea, but we will see."

"Classes don't start for a few months, might be best to look into some help first," Ren tosses the rag towards the laundry. He crowds her to the island and rests his chin on her head. Gina wraps her arms around him.

"Are we dating now?" Gina tries to break the tension. Ren laughs.

"My god, you are hopeless."

"I haven't dated in a while, cut me some slack," Gina tries to push him away, but he holds her firm.

"Can you even date a robot in Nevada?" Ren asks, "Pretty sure your parents would disassemble for even holding you."

Gina can't help but laugh," I don't think that's my main worry right now. I had sex with my family butler twice in a week. Therapy is going to be expensive on that alone."

They both chuckle and hold each other. The small reprieve from all the stress does them a load of good. Gina is happy to take a moment to just be content, a feeling foreign now. Ren is happy to see her so casual again. He truly missed who she used to be. If he sees David again, he will throttle his throat.

"I'd like to try dating," Ren leans back to look down at her.

"I'd like that too," Gina smiles.

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I saunter to the lip of the fortress wall and watch the gang walking the dirt path out of the castle. Jovial conversation meshes into unrecognizable words. I sigh, forlorn at the fun I'm missing out on. Damien, Leon, Cassandra, and even Mikael gets to join. I prop my elbow on the side of the wall, longing for a night out.

I watch Saunders especially in the group. My breast swells in yearning. Today could have been full of merriment, drunken mistakes, and lust. I was supposed to be there on the front lines, making a fool of myself for the lads. Dancing and singing with a secret mission to get into someone's pants. Saunders has caught my eye on more than one occasion. Though anyone would do.

Damn night shift.

I pass the time by walking back and forth. Sometimes I stop and toss stones out into the woods. The view up here is great for a second, maybe if I check again, it will change? Maybe a third time? This spear is heavy if I hold it over my head for more than 5 minutes. Super interesting.

The night passes at a snail's pace. I stand at attention as my mind wanders. An idle mind is the devil's plaything, or however the note goes. Who would be with whom tonight? Cassandra always sticks around with Leon; it's a miracle she hasn't fallen pregnant. Damien and Mikael? Maybe. A drink or two does wonders for one's ego and standards. What would Saunders be doing tonight?

I picture him walking home, alight with inebriation. Get to his home all frustrated and deprived. He would strip his clothing and snuggle into bed. Picturing dirty thoughts as his cock hardens. Would he gasp when he grabbed it? Would he wait until he was fully hard? I shudder as I picture him quickly beating himself off. His strong arms flex as his stomach twitches and spasms.

God, what would he sound like if I were the one-

"Move, and I'll slit your throat," a crackling voice hisses in my ear. I freeze, mind slow as tar to catch up. A cold point taps under my chin right as a hand pokes and prods around my waist. I can't move, I can't react. A year of training just to freeze at the opportune time to use it!

A jingle of keys sounds from my belt while the man behind me chuckles to himself.

"Thank you kindly, sweetheart," He says as he taps the flat of the blade to my cheek. His fingers flex to push me away, but he too freezes. I don't acknowledge the scenery before me, every other sense primed to the man behind me. His nails dig in between the plates of my chest armor. His breath fans around the back of my neck. A shuttering gasp before he tugs me against his body.

"Wait a second," he purrs. His nose brushes against my ear, a sweet, intimate gesture. I feel a fleeting touch delicately whisper against my ear. A damp residue where it touches. A flick of his tongue, and he hums. "What has gotten you all bothered, darling?"

There is a jangle of the keys once more that is deafened by his pocket. He slides his arm around my middle, arching forward to blanket me. I gasp, swallow hard, utterly blank. Shouldn't I be doing something? My job? What is my job right now? His clawed fingers inch down my tunic, only finding the hem of my pants. Is it curiosity keeping me so still? Where is he going?

"You smell heavenly," he flicks his tongue again," Perhaps this is our lucky night?"

His hand delves into my loose slacks. I never fit them right, hence the belt. Though the belt feels more decorative at this point, as he sneaks his hand just above my mound. His hand is cold, sucking the warmth right from my lower stomach. I buck away with a shiver.

"Easy," he coos," you're so warm."

I'm panting, disgustingly thrilled. This needs to stop; this intruder must be dealt with. That's right, I don't know this man, and he just stole my keys. While he is distracted, I can use my spear to-.

He pets downwards to my thigh, groaning as he arches into my backside. A withering whimper pathetically falls from my lips. The plan slips through my fingers as he palms my bare thigh. Jesus, he is torturing me. I slowly scoot my legs apart, not thinking about the moral consequences of that. He hums in approval.

His head rests on my shoulder. He hugs me closer to his front and adjusts his footing. With his shoe against mine, he slides my legs further apart. I can hear my heart racing, my breath heaving in anticipation. He dances the tips of his fingers up and up. I swallow, eyes struggling between open and shut. When he grazes my lips, I whimper foolishly again.

Perhaps taking pity on my poor soul, he cups my crotch, undulating his fingers just to pull more ignorance out of my mouth. His middle delves into my wet folds so easily.

"By the nines," he praises," to find such a juicy peach."

I only answer by bucking into his hand.

He pets sweetly, playing around as if exploring the nearby creek. There is a soft click from the wetness coating his fingers. He swipes over the bundle that has been shouting for him, earning a satisfied moan out of my lungs. His arm tightens.

"Do you like that? Does my guard like being fingered at work?"

Shame attempts to wriggle in, hook its talon into me, but his finger swipes it away. Need rests within my stomach, growing and feasting. I squirm in his hold. My head bumps against him, and he flicks his tongue out at my cheek.

He tightens around my middle and straightens, lifting me off my feet. He walks me over to the gap in the wall. His knee nudges mine forward until I rest my foot on the stone. I lounge against his body, head lazily tilted back to his shoulder. He uses the new position to press his fingers inside. A wet squeelch suffocates my chest. I bare my throat to the world, and he steals a taste.

His fingers drag pleasure with every curl. The long nails are carefully avoided as his pads play unknown notes against my walls. I mumble incoherent thoughts that manage to make sense to him.

"You are so warm and wet, my sweet, savory guard. Moan for me, sweetheart. I want all of it."

I grit my teeth at the alarming shockwave of electric pleasure. It stings through my stomach and ravages my throat. Moans and cries escape my lips. He greedily accepts it, pumping harder and faster. The meat of his palm grinds wildly onto my clit. It's an all-encompassing inferno.

"P-please," I manage one coherent thing. His body trembles as he groans.

"Say it again, beg for it."

I choke on my plea, drowning in his aura. My body is but a puppet for his ministrations. I am not a soldier.

"Heavens, I can feel it. Cum for me," he groans. His head shifts to try to bite around my shoulder. My armor gets in the way with a tink of his teeth. He settles for nibbling his sharp teeth along the small exposed bit of flesh. It's just enough.

I arch forward as everything goes white. Slave to this feeling, I buck wildly for any bit of stinging euphoria until I'm frozen. He is wise to remain just as still. My hips try to grind into his hand but the shock is too overwhelming. With a mighty gasp, I fall lax in his arm, rag dolling enough for him to yank his hand out of my pants to catch me.

"Jesus," I gasp," fuck."

He laughs, adjusting us back away from the wall. Small morsels of thought creep through the cracks of the lust-filled wall. Light shines through as he helps me get my footing. His steady hands on my hips keep me upright as my strength returns. The wall begins to crumble in my mind as he teasingly nibbles my ear.

I quickly twist around just in time to see a cloak flutter out of sight. I rush to the interior facing wall to see a shadow absconding around a corner. My eyes adjust easily enough to see a head poke out from the archway. Though too dark and far for details, I do clearly note a lizardman. He sends a lazy salute my way before donning his hood and disappearing.

I stand watch for a minute longer - finally doing my job, I suppose. My hand drops to my waist as the events slowly come back.

"Damnit," I seethe. The previously present key is now gone. My cheeks redden as I debate my next course of action. I still attempt to check my surroundings in case the keys have fallen. No such luck. I search the area for the damned beast, but once again come up short. A foolish attempt at saving face, I'm very aware.

Heaven knows what he will use that key for, though it looks like he has taken off for the night. I hear the approaching conversation of the group just behind me. It's one thing to lose the key to a thief; it's another to be caught with your pants down for said thief. There isn't a better way to explain myself for tonight's mishap than to divulge my lapse in judgment.

I beat my fist down into the stone. Best to keep an extra eye out for him instead of telling anyone about the missing keys.

"Damnit," I hit the stone again.

I get back to my station and pretend to be a good guard. Ignoring the slick soaking my clothing.

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My mind swirls with guilt and shame as I shovel fruit into my mouth. Going to lunch was meant to be a short reprieve from myself, but it isn't going well. It's even peaches today, I love peaches.

So did he.

unhelpful, brain.

I pick up the small bowl and slurp down the cut-up slices.

Another bowl clanks against the table top as Saunders sits in front. I snap to, momentarily blessed with forgetting the feeling of that thief's hands inside me.

"Hi," I greet. He shines his sunny smile that can't brighten this pity fest.

"Hey, we missed you last night." He rested his chin in his hand. The sole focus would have gotten me giddy yesterday, but now...

"Yeah, night shift," I shrug," What can ya do?"

He grimaces," Night shift. I'm sure that was loads of fun."

I snort unladylike, "You can say that."

"How long have they got you on the shit rotation? They have a new drink down at the pub that I have to get your reaction to."

I eye him skeptically," Good or bad?"

He grins," You will just have to find out, won't you?"

I really try to muster up some flirty banter. He is dangling it right in front of my eyes. Just take it! As if a dog on too short a leash, I sink back into my seat and play friendly.

"I have to work all night this week."

His bottom lip juts out with a frown. "That blows."

I guess that depends on a certain someone- I cut the thought before it takes root. Well, more than it already has. Stomach souring, I grab up my mess and give Saunders a farewell. If the exit bothered him, he did well not to show it. He stood shortly after to join another group.

My steps echo the halls and play like accusing shouts. His filthy hands are holding my thigh and waist. Those long fingers are bringing me to the brink. His deep voice. I clench my jaw and fight the visions replaying over and over. My stomach flutters and tightens. Jesus.

I get to the barracks and stubbornly jump into bed. I'd better get some sleep while I can before my next shift. I still need to bum some keys off someone else, lest my superiors question it. Maybe some sleep will do me good, screw my head on right. All I need is a good eight hours...

It's not a fruitful rest.

I stand guard a tad more stiffly than normal. My route is walked to perfection. If anyone were to see me, they would mistake my strict regime for a new recruit. With that slip-up, I'm lucky to be standing here with no one the wiser of my misdeeds. I can make it up, just be on the lookout for him coming back and alert the others before he can snag even a speck of dirt off a windowsill.

The night drags on uneventfully, and I can't decide if that's good or bad. Unease boils with a touch of anticipation. All work and no play. I shake the humor and focus back on my rounds. Up to the end of the straightaway and then back over to the west tower. Repeat.

I hear a crack from the woods. My breath catches as my heart jumps. A tad too quickly, I rush to the edge and scan the tree line. Eagerness seeps out between my lips. Is he here? Finally taking note of the emotional upbeat, I clench my eyes shut and take a steady inhale.

"Chill out, you are embarrassing me here," I grumble. I am a castle guard, and more importantly, a grown woman. Why the hell am I getting so excited over this beast? I huff and straighten away from the stone. There is nothing in the woods. How about I rethink my priorities?

"He's an asshole anyway," I bite. My grip on my spear is white-knuckled. I about face and jump as I find someone standing inches away with arms crossed.

"I hope my guard isn't talking about me," the deep timber teases.

Slow to start, but start I do, I crouch and point my spear at him. A bit of pride sands the edges of self-deprecation.

"Thief, by the order of the crown, you are trespassing on Limbaugh territory. Return your stolen goods and surrender, or I will be forced to detain you." My voice comes out deeper but coherent. See, I'm good at my job.

I can see him more clearly in the torchlight, but the shadows give him an eerie look. The deep blue grey scales look near black in this night drop. His yellow eyes are captivating, especially as they scrunch in mirth. He looks at the tip of my spear before pressing it away with a single finger.

"Amusing," I snap the spear back towards him," May I ask what crimes I've committed? Especially anything I did to earn this type of hostility."

I glare," Return the stolen keys to me at once."

"That's my crime? A simple misunderstanding," he says as he drags the keys from his pocket to swirl around his finger. "I felt you freely gave me this. Not much of a crime."

"Also trespassing," I quickly add.

He smiles," And Trespassing. I can't say I was dissuaded from coming in. So another misunderstanding."

I sneer at his attempt to lawyer the situation. If I wanted to be talked to in technical circles, I would visit my brother-in-law. A gleam in his jacket catches my eye. Quickly, I snag the tip of my spear at his collar. He leans away as I lift the clothing to the side. An internal pocket overstuffed with gold jewelry stabs holes into his previous argument. I look to him with a quirked brow.

"I didn't come for a visit to chat about wrongdoings," he swats the spear aside. He closes his jacket as he takes a step forward. I attempt to get my weapon between us, but he snatches the wooden shaft. He muscles it to the side as he gets me pinned to the wall. Smooth as can be, he pinches my chin between his fingers. He leans down with a teasing tilt of his head. My previous fight blinks out of sight while I begin to drown in his attention.

"I came to see you," he purrs. The sound buries into my brain, seeping deep into my core. Oh no.

"W-well, you still don't-," his tongue flicks out against my cheek. I've heard somewhere that this is how lizards smell, but I don't know the limit of their taste.

"Still don't know what? Use your words, darling. I'd hate for you to get-," he snatches my waist in a tight grip," -tongue tied." We stand as if we are about to dance. His hand is still gripping my spear, and my hand is now on his chest. He nuzzles up my jaw, and I've never felt so desired before. My traitorous hand splays near the collar of his button-up. The top three are undone, and it's all I can focus on.

"My, you smell better than yesterday. Would you allow me another moment of your time to truly-," He takes a deep inhale while sliding his hand over mine,"- get to know you better?"

"Jesus," I stumble out.

He forces the staff from under my palm to hold my hand. The spear falls with a clatter. He lifts our hands back above his shoulder so I fall into him. He purrs as our breasts touch. My god, he consumes me. In a quick flourish, he pulls me tight and spins us into a mock dance. My feet don't touch the floor, but he sways us as if there is music.

I grab fistfuls of his shirt to keep upright. Though his arms are plenty strong. We swing over to the other side of the walkway to see the interior court. I'm placed back against the stone with his arms trapping me in. He bends forward enough to force my hand. I snatch his collar with both fists and find myself tugging him even closer.

Our faces sit a breath away. A lure curls its fingers to come closer. I see his piercing eyes droop, a devilish dare dancing in them. I look down at his mouth. His tongue flicks out and tickles my lip. I gasp.

"To taste you after you have tormented me all day would be a truly blissful end to my night."

I chuckle at the irony of his own torment of me. " To steal a kiss, how fitting."

He grimaces jokingly. "You wound me. I can never steal from you, darling."

I quirk a brow," except for yesterday?"

"In the past, love. I beg you to end this suffering." His face twists in agony as he drags me painstakingly close. I open my mouth to prolong the conversation, but he forces my hand.

He kisses me with those rough, scaled lips. I can't harp on it too long when he slides his tongue in. The long flat muscle is completely different from my previous experiences. It's utterly intoxicating. I wrap my arm over his neck and raise up to meet him. He smiles, fingers massaging my hip.

It would be wise to end this where it stands. This man accosted me just the night before. I was blindsided by his mystery and by my own stupidity. Tonight I stand with no reason or excuse. I kiss the thief like he is my reason for breathing, and holy hell is it worth it.

I slide my hand over his chest and down to his waist. His toned body makes it all the more difficult to pull away. Perhaps a moment longer can't hurt. I palm at his hips and stomach, enthralled with everything he has to offer. His groans vibrate through his mouth.

Just a little longer. I can stop in a second.

He crouches, momentarily breaking away, and grabs the back of my thighs. With minimal effort, I'm sitting upon the wall with his girth spreading my legs. Already dreading the seconds apart, he snatches my mouth for his own enjoyment. Definitely not mine...

A clamber of metal sounds from below us. We jump apart and stare down towards the rucus. A light glows brighter with an approaching guard's torchlight. I quickly look to the thief, himself clearly annoyed. He looks to me with a grunt, then back to the guard now standing in the courtyard.

"Damn," he huffs. He jumps away and straightens his clothing. He starts to walk but doubles back to steal another kiss, freezing for a second more. "We aren't done, my sweet."

Then he is off. He runs down the length of the wall, then hops off at the corner. There is barely a sound, just loud enough for someone paying attention to hear him hit the dirt. Then off into the night.

I sink back onto my spread hands. Damn him. Damn me! To let him come and go so easily is beyond my comprehension. My head lolls to the side to spot the jewelry I snagged from his coat pocket. I hold it up in the light to admire the golds and reds.

"At least I did something right tonight." I smile as I swirl the chain around my finger, then toss it into my palm. Best to return this before people take notice.

I stuff the gold into my pocket and saunter over to the stairs. My lips tingle with the memory of him. I can't help but smile like a schoolgirl the entire trip back inside.

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I don't see the thief anymore that week. There was a large part of me interested in seeing how he would react to being robbed of his stolen goods. A smaller part is just excited to see him. I feel a little left high and dry from last time. His scaled lips, thin tongue, and strong hands.

I shake myself from my daze to focus on walking the halls. Night shift is a long event that leaves many tired and bored. The geniuses who run the scheduling thought it best to do switches. So now I work the west wing of the castle for the week. Sure, there is more to look at, but everything is just so quiet.

The highly valued art that spans the entire length of the hall isn't much to fawn over. Loads of overdone portraits of long-dead nobles. Then, a few scattered landscape pieces that show off lakes. My fifth walkthrough, and I'm about done with the novelty of being inside. At least outside, you can take a rest.

People roaming the halls dwindled to none as the night charges on. My armor clanks on my legs as the knee and shin guard bang together. I observe the portrait of Madam Pheone for the tenth time and still can't believe they included her mustache. If I'm paying an artist large sums while also sitting there for an extended period, they better make me look amazing. I chuff as I walk by.

A quick squeal sounds from down the hall. I snap to just to see a door opening a few steps ahead. A cloaked figure walks backwards into my line, watching the door close before turning. He freezes mid-twist, bent at a humorous angle. I recognize the thief. He punctuates his title with the vase cradled against his chest.

He blinks.

I look from him to the vase and back.

"Why are you inside?" he asks surprised.

I frown," I work here?"

"Inside?"

"Sometimes..."

He stands straight," Oh. Well-"

He is interrupted by a door opening further down. We both turn and see another guard looking down the hall away from us. The thief is quicker than I to get his bearings as he rushes towards me. He snatches a handful of my collar that barely shows behind my armor. We stumble into a nearby room.

I fumble over my feet when he drops me. He eases the door shut quietly, then turns to appraise the room. I take a moment to correct my eyes to the new lighting, which is very little, and see that we are in some linen closet. Which is curious, as we are closer to the kitchens than the bedrooms. Not much time to focus on that, though.

I'm pressed flush to the shelves by the rather towering lizardman. He holds onto the wooden slate beyond my head and leans into my space. He reeks of outdoors, though pleasantly mixed with his deep personal musk. I'm a tad intoxicated by it.

"Hi," he purrs.

"Hello," I squeak.

"I missed you. Didn't smell you at your usual haunt, got worried for a second."

A giggle bursts from my lips that only picks up as he nuzzles at my neck. His long tongue flicks at my skin.

"Surprised you missed me," I stupidly say. Way to remind him of the jewels he missed out on. He ceases his teasing and hums.

"Yeah, about that," he grumbles," I'd appreciate it if you kept your hands to yourself." To emphasize his point, he bites my jaw. A tingle whispers down my neck and arm, my body not really grasping the true intention. Or maybe I don't. He soothes the light sting with more licks.

"Says the man who started it," I tease back. This earns a chuckle, and I'm melting again.

He raises back into view, a joking glare looking so tempting on his face. He looks as if he wants to say something else, but deflates. Instead, he cups my cheek and drags me into a feverish kiss. I'm surprised by its demand, a request for more than what was started here.

My body trips and stumbles from the overwhelming arousal. He presses his hips into mine, his tongue doing its dance once again. I groan into his mouth.

"Hush," he whispers. Though he does nothing to cease his attentions. Instead, he palms his way down my body to my thigh, where he lifts it over his hip. His body grinds into mine. My head swims, and things don't make a lot of sense. Wasn't he in the middle of robbing the castle? Shouldn't I be doing something about that?

"I need you," he nearly whimpers.

Screw it, I'm taking the night off.

I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him like he is the air I breathe. A ball of excitement jumps around my stomach, beating up to my heart so it can join in. We paw at one another, undoing whatever we can focus enough on. I feel like a teenager again, sneaking off to make out where we shouldn't. It's all so thrilling.

The thief reaches between us to tease me. He cups me through my pants and massages his fingers. The surprise makes me jump, but soon I melt into him. Ever the gentleman, he holds me up. His lips trail towards my neck, where he takes a mouthful. I ride his hand, pleasure shooting off like fireworks.

Clatter of armored footsteps nears the door, and I recall where I am. My eyes snap open as he too freezes. A low conversation picks up clarity. I can hear Saunders and the lead officer heading towards us.

"Fuck," I hiss.

I work on scrambling away from the thief and putting my clothes right. Lies try to coalesce in my mind for the chance that the door is opened. I was kidnapped. He snuck in here, and I followed. We heard a puppy, and both got locked in. Jesus, this is too difficult. Especially still a bit high on this affair.

I manage to get a step away before I'm pulled back into the thief's chest. A squeak bounds forward, but he is quick to cover my mouth. The two stop near the door, their conversation only coherent in bits and pieces. It's difficult with the thief's heavy breathing in my ear.

Let's just wait here until they leave, then sneak out. That's a good plan.

The thief pets down from his hold on my waist. I gawk against his hand over my mouth. He finds the hem of my pants and slides in. I straighten, stuck between stopping him and continuing. The heartbeat screaming for attention just below his fingertips is really convincing. I say nothing just to feign ignorance.

His fingers spread my lips to feel my wet heat. He groans, vibrating against my back.

"Fuck," he whispered into my ear. The rough texture of his pads makes my eyes cross. I melt into him, lax in his hold. Ever the complacent little guard. I whimper softly into his palm, legs spreading wider to accept him. "So good to me, darling."

Footsteps get a little closer, the conversation becoming clearer if I were paying better attention. His finger swipes in just the right place to fish out a louder-than-intended groan. He presses his palm harder to my mouth, then switches tactics. Sliding down to grip my jaw, he tilts my head back to his shoulder. His thumb pets over my lip. He admires me, squeezing our bodies closer together.

His thumb presses my tongue. I close my lips around him and suckle.

"Too good for me," He praises. His hand in my pants, thumb in my mouth. If they open the door right now, there is no explaining this. Just some silly woman being seduced so easily. I moan while meeting his eyes. We watch, enthralled by one another. He is too damn handsome to be a thief. I'd imagine, with the way he gleams, that he is thinking something similar of me.

"Fuck it," he hisses.

I can't question him before he moves his hands. He grabs my pants and yanks them down my thigh. The knee armor gets in the way, but not enough to hinder him it seems. Hand at my back, he slowly eases me forward. Eager to see where this goes, I grab the doorframe. I hear his nail scratch down my chest plate. He then grabs my hips and yanks me back.

His cock taunts me from within his pants. The length grinds against my ass while he restrains his grunts. His weight falls upon my back as he whispers in my ear.

"I hope you know I will beg."

My head falls to hang between my arms. This man will be the death of me. Too embarrassed to answer, I instead press back into his crotch. He meets my tease eagerly but still doesn't undress.

"Use your words, darling. I'm a gentleman above all else." I scoff in good humor. A gentleman thief? How sweet.

"Please," I say over my shoulder.

"Please, what?"

I smile like a fool. The footsteps outside the door come closer; their conversation is way too long. Shouldn't they be gone by now?

"I think he has been here before. I just can't figure out how he is getting in," Saunders says, frustrated. The thief doesn't allow the momentary distraction. Having pulled himself free, he slides against my crotch.

"Say it."

The officer answers Saunders, "It's probably best we up the nightly routes to catch this pest before it becomes more of a problem."

"Say it." He nudges his cock back to press his tip to my entrance. My breath is stolen as anticipation wars with fear. What if we get caught? I still try to arch back into him, consequences be damn. He backs away, contact lost for a second. A second too long.

"Fuck me," I seethe. A command, a curse, who knows. Either way, it gets the job done.

The thief thrusts forward, utterly engulfed. He sucks air between his teeth while I bite my knuckle. I feel complete. Aroused and stretched around a well-sized cock. There is nowhere I'd rather be right now.

He holds my hips and tries to quietly fuck me. Pulling too far back, his hips clap my ass. The conversation that continues just beyond the door pauses for a second. The thief hugs me close, and we both wait with bated breath. Even still, he grinds in short flicks of his body.

"Anyway, it's damn insulting...," They continue. There is a soft sigh of relief from us both, but the arousal reaches new heights.

He curls around me and works with short rolls of his hips. Reaching down, he begins flicking my clit. I struggle between holding the door frame and biting my fist. My insides burn, slow rising pleasure has my body aching for more. His cock sliding in and out in shallow thrusts just aches. The torture shreds through me until tears prick the corner of my eyes.

"Best meet with Lozen. She should be around soon. I know I put her on this route," The officer says. Hearing my name has me perk up. The thief hums, leaning forward.

"Lozen," he kisses my head," Nice to meet you."

Consequences be damn, I need more. I begin to meet his short thrust with my own. Feeling him reach deeper and with more force. He collapses onto my back, head pressed to my shoulder. He grunts and growls, flooding my head even more.

"Lozen," he moans. His fingers up in tempo, speeding me along. "Fuck, lozen," He moans again. I buck and grind, losing the beat as I chase the feeling of him, of everything. His cock deep within me. His moans of pleasure in my ear. Danger just outside the door.

"F-fuck," I cry around my hand. My cunt clenches around him as my climax comes barreling like a stampede. I dig my teeth into my knuckle. I try to steal more of his cock, but he holds me down. His broken sobs of pleasure are enough to prolong my end.

"My- My lovely guard," he whispered through his teeth. He spurts warmth deep in me. Emphasizing it with a sharp buck before stilling completely.

"She should be here by now. Don't think we need to look for her?" I have no idea who said that.

"Maybe she is just around the corner," whoever the hell says. I unclench my jaw and remove my teeth from my hand. I lean against the doorframe and catch my breath. The thief takes longer than I to regain his strength. I hear the footsteps fade away from the door.

"Holy hell, that was damn sexy," He laughs. He pulls out, warmth already beginning to trail down my thighs. I laugh along with him, finding some strength to stand up. Before I can test out my land legs, I feel him wipe my thighs with a cloth. My heart melts like the sad sap I am.

"There ya go, good as new," He says as he winds up the sheet. I pull my pants back up as he sneaks the linen back on the shelf. I make a mental note to grab that later. We stand there not really knowing what to do next, at least I don't. I cross my arms and look hopelessly around the room. When I see him, his smile grows.

"Aw, all bashful now?"

I focus on straightening my clothes. He doesn't take that for an answer. Bending at the waist, he snatches my chin and steals a kiss. It's quick and cute. The unease fades while looking at that cocky smile.

"Name's Renato, though I insist you call me something more personal. I'd say we are well acquainted."

I grin. "Like what?"

He smiles wider," I can't make one up for you, my darling guard. That is up to you."

I get ready for a teasing response, but he hushes me with another kiss.

"As much as I'd love to continue this conversation, I believe we are both needed elsewhere."

I pout," I suppose so."

He hums," But we must continue this tomorrow?"

"It's a date."

We share one more quick kiss before sneaking out of the closet. He shoos me out first, then makes his getaway. Before he can take a step, I snatch his elbow. With the hall clear, I tug him back. He bends down, all smiles, ready for another quick peck. I instead snatch the vase from his hands, all smiles as well.

"Tomorrow evening, the garden. Don't be late."

He rolls his eyes," Wouldn't dream of it."

We linger for a second, the magnetism nearly killing me. The approaching guards break the spell, allowing us to finally part. He absconds down into another room as I quickly sneak the vase back into the closet. The two round the corner as I begin walking towards them.

"There you are," Saunders greets, all smiles. His normal appeal comes up as lackluster. The flirtatious charm falls short, and he sees it. He deflates as quickly as he started.

"Where have you been?" The older officer gives me a once-over.

"Thought I heard a sound in the kitchen. It was just one of the patrons getting a snack. Why? Something wrong?"

We part with a quick heads-up of trouble, and I continue my nightly rounds. I do regret fucking in the middle of my shift. I could really use a shower. Though it falls to the wayside when I think about fucking in the middle of my shift. I chew on my cheek and ignore the butterflies in my stomach.

"Renato," I test it out," not bad."

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When he jumps off the edge in the middle of the story he totally ate shit. He twisted his ankle and had to limp into the woods just praying she didn't see that.

>:)

"N-no," I scold myself for stuttering. His laugh drapes over me like a blanket. I'm only at his mercy to arch and meet his cock with a burning ache. He squeezes me tighter. The comfort of his heat, the safety of his arms. It's all too much. I turn and bite at my arm to distract.

"Why do you hold back? You know it's so satisfying to let go," he purrs. Sweet kisses trace along my back. I growl around my mouthful. He does this on purpose, the bastard. The night and day of his personality do things to me. On the battlefield, he is a monster, a nightmare. I've seen cities collapse in a single day because of us-because of him. No one would say he has a tender bone in his body. But here...

"You are in such pain," he coos," End our suffering by being a good slut. Cum."

My orgasm is like a raging bull, the way it tears through without a care. My teeth sink into my arm as my body clenches around him. He lets out a deep sigh that sounds more like a mocking laugh. As I milk each of his thrusts, he thanks me with a kiss. Oh, so sweet.

"Was that so hard?"

He pumps a few more before finishing with me. His fingers dig into my sides, keeping me flush to his chest. I listen so greedily to every stumble of his breath. Every choked moan. I want to drown in him.

Only the sound of our breathing can be heard. Then a soft click of the door. I can only hear the ringing in my ears, but I know he won't let anything hurt us. I watch as the door swings open, a head of one of my warriors peeking in. I have no energy to scold him.

"If you value your life, you will leave now," He calls from above me. The warrior slams the door shut as he runs down the hall. My love presses kisses to the side of my head.

"You will be hearing about this tomorrow, I bet."

I rub my face into the sheets," The whore and her dog. Can't wait for that."

"Just point and you won't have to hear a single word from them."

"Not that you hate that sort of attention. If I remember correctly, you preened like a bird when King Matthias called me your bitch."

"Bottom bitch," he corrects.

"Ah, how could I forget?"

"I know you love being my bottom bitch." His lips kiss every inch of skin he can reach. I roll my hips into him in response.

"Not that you would let me be your top bitch."

"You are my number one bitch, if that's anything."

"Shut up and clean your mess up."

"Which mess?" He attempts to pull out, but I follow him with my hips just for fun. He laughs, slapping my ass before pulling out. "You are too weak for another round, needy whore."

"Can't hurt to try," I shrug. I collapse onto the bed, spread wide in the soft sheets. He comes back in with a towel and takes care of cleaning my legs and cunt. I hum as I grow lethargic. He tosses the rag and crawls over me.

"Do I get the pleasure of holding you all night, or am I kicked out?"

I allow him a moment to earn my affections. He kisses up from my stomach with such focus. My cold heart always aches when I see him. As my left-hand man, I see him daily. I don't know the last time he wasn't by my side. Feeling a bit sentimental, I pet his face. His shadows coast off him in whispy tendrils. A sliver curls around my finger.

"Once you deal with the watcher, you may join me."

He drops his head to my sternum. "As you wish, my lady."

With a breeze from the window, he fades below the door. I drop my hand and take the silence to shut my eyes. A piece of him remains in my chest, a warmth that never leaves me cold. Since we joined, his affections have only grown with his affections. It started as a piece of ice as he resented our contract. Until he was allowed his freedom to wreak havoc across the lands in my name, he began to break apart.

His black smoke rolled in from the window, collating above me. As he becomes corporal, I reach up to hold his cheek once again.

"I trust he has been taken care of."

"Of course. He has already spread the rumor around, though."

I lead him down against my chest." I care not for the rumors. I only care he saw us."

"Always so protective." I can hear his smile. I cradle him against me, stroking his back.

"Only because you get embarrassed when anyone else sees your ass."

He shakes his head but pulls the blanket above us. His arm lies lazy across my waist, but the effects run emotions like a river. I drown in it all. He cannot be anywhere but right here beside me. Even if I have to destroy kingdoms and split the Earth to keep him.

"You are thinking too much."

"Sorry," I mumble.

"Go to bed. We have much to coordinate in keeping the fear in your troops. They will doubt you as they know a little too much about our relationship. I will kill anyone who calls me commander."

The idea brings a smile to my face. He enjoys his power but not the status. That's why we work so well together. The whore and her dog.

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I press onwards as the little brain-rotting endorphins fuel me to continue exploring. A large plate of rock careens off a rounded casing that makes my heart stop.

"A geode," I pet at the hard exterior. The texture feels right. I pick off more stone in hopes of finding the edges. It just keeps going. "My god, this has to be huge!"

When there is no end in sight, I get out my equipment to break through. With well-placed cuts and hits, I make a small hole to get inside. Adorning my helmet light, I scramble my way in.

My light bounces off the walls of crystals. The reflection illuminates the entire cavity in a show of purples and whites. My heart skips a beat at the sight. What an amazing discovery! The room has to be the size of a studio apartment. Different structures of protruding amethyst and quartz jut from seemingly random sections. Little sparkles of forming minerals lay on the flooring like a carpet. I'm careful as I explore further.

"Wow," my voice echoes. I twist my light every which way to admire the show of the reflected surfaces. As I take another step, an earth-shaking sound comes from further in the cavity. I plant my feet to prevent myself from collapsing into a well-placed spike of quartz. From beyond, an assortment of crystals move, rising high as a hunk of rock lumbers towards me.

"Wow," I shake with excitement," A golemn!"

The lumbering protector walks over with earth-shaking steps. He stands tall, well placed, with collections of purple and white decorating him like armor. Spikes of amethyst jut from his back, spirals of quartz run over his chest. I can only admire as he comes closer.

"You're beautiful," I shout. When he begins to invade my space, I stumble in my admiration. He reaches out and snags me by the collar. "Hey!"

He brings me up to his face, sneering down at me. I hold on to his arms, feet kicking out to find some purchase. He looks me over.

"Hey, I didn't mean to cause any harm. I'm a geologist! I found your geode and couldn't help myself. I mean, just look at this place- look at you! You're gorgeous," I ramble. The hulking creature quirks a rocky brow at my compliment. His stone eyes look over me once again, but with a heat I don't know what to do with.

The golem paws at my clothes, sharp edges cutting up my shirt.

"Hey," I shout. He tears the flimsy button up with ease. I cover my bra and stomach. With nothing keeping me up, the shirt snaps in his grip, and I collapse to the floor. Shallow gashes span the length of my arm, though it's all superficial. Before I can check myself, the crystal-covered beast descends upon me.

"Whoa," I press my hand to his glowing chest," Slow down a second, buddy." To my surprise, he does. His hulking arms frame me, feeling like a personal geode the way the crystals catch my headlamp. I look at my hand. A white fading out into purple shows his life force at its center. I admire the warmth pulsing behind my palm. My finger pets along the smooth surface, a soft rumble coming from him. A piece juts from between his legs. I maneuver my legs aside to see a smoothed and polished cock.

"Oh?" I watch him flex, showing off the girth and length. A pulse jumps at my crotch that's both unexpected and not necessarily unwanted. I pat his chest," Alright, big boy, you are going to have to do some work if you want me to take that."

He chuckles with a gravely laugh. Same as my shirt, he claws away the material with minimal hassle. I worry for a moment about having to take his cock without preparation, but he folds me in half to bend near my pussy. A slippery tendril glides over my folds, making me jump at the sudden attention. A wide tongue swipes long, lazy strokes over my clit. I melt in myself. A soft, cozy feeling engulfs me.

"Yes," I purr. He lathers me in his spit, dipping down lower to delve his tongue inside me. I'm surprised by his reach. A good size to stretch me with only his mouth. Truly amazing. I try to grind into him, get as much as I can. Though he holds me off the ground, balancing on my shoulder blades. My toes curl and flex, and a burning begins to overtake me. I cum on his tongue with a shout into the beautiful cavern. He continues to fuck me on his tongue until I'm spent.

I take a moment to catch my breath, though not nearly long enough. He grabs me from around the waist and careens backwards. In a fluid motion, he has me straddling his lap, his crystal cock presented next to my mound.

"Eager thing," I note. He slides a finger up my thigh towards my bra. With a swipe, he snaps the connection between the pads. I spill out of the unsupportive material. He swats the fabric away and cups me.

"Pretty," he says. His voice is so deep and scratchy that it's clear he doesn't speak much. Either way, my heart swells, and my pussy aches.

I look back at his shaft with a new set of determination. I rise off his lap and rub myself on him. He vibrates, his chest glowing. I grab him and line him up with me. As slowly as I can, I begin the difficult task of taking him. His tip alone stretches me to near pain. I focus on breathing, I focus on him. He has a lazy smile on his face. I take more of him.

"Holy hell," I whimper. My legs shake from holding myself up for so long. The golem grabs my hips, perhaps becoming impatient, and begins lowering me faster. I look up to the beautiful room as I take large breaths. I don't think about how much it stings, but how beautiful a place this is. To be fucked in this room? Life-changing.

My thighs sit on his hips with finality. I look to where we are connected and then to him. He watches, waits. I take a moment to adjust, to enjoy this. He pets my leg.

"Ready," he asks.

I startle," Not yet!"

He just laughs. Lifting me up, I clench my eyes and prepare for discomfort. He lowers me softly, gliding me along with him in smooth motions. I'm drunk off the feeling. My walls feel a warm, smooth slide of his cock. It's very different from a human, softer really. There is nothing to get caught on, just well-polished rock. He fucks me onto himself so sweetly.

I hum. My hand trails down to my clit where I begin circling. I gasp and moan, lost to him. His rough hands dig into my skin, but only add to the pleasure of it all. His moans are so deep that they barely echo around the room. His cock prods just the right spot that it feels like a kiss. It feels like floating down a river towards my end. No rush or demanding. I cum nearly as quietly. He sucks the air from me- the fight from me.

"Fuckk," I hiss. I can't fall onto him, so I grab his arms to keep myself up. I look down through my lashes at him, in awe of such a creature. His face pinches, his hands digging a little too hard. He slams me onto his cock as he finds his own end. I squeeze him just to watch his chest pulse brighter. The light at his center beats my headlamp in illumination. Before it becomes blinding, he holds me down on his cock as warmth floods my insides. His chest blinks between the highest and lowest glow before turning off completely.

He falls limp. His hands slink off onto the gem-covered floor with a crunch. I catch myself on his chest just as his inner fire relights. Glad I don't have to worry, he passed out on me. I watch him blink towards the ceiling, then look to me.

"Doing alright, big guy," I tease. He grins.

I crawl off him, glad my shoes are still on. I look down at my ribbons of clothes that still try to stay attached to my body.

"Well, this is going to be an interesting thing to explain."

He chuckles as he pats his chest. I bend down and lie on him. He adjusts me so I'm back to straddling his waist. His cock flexes against my ass. He pats along my back, groping at my ass as if asking.

Maybe I can hold off the embarrassment of explaining this to the others for a little longer.

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A short story for Christmas Eve.

Happy Holidays to you and yours :)

I sit up with a large inhale. I scrub at my face, ignoring the ache of the cuts and bruises. "Nope, I'm going." I push off the table, hop off the stool, and wobble to the bar. For futility's sake, I search my pockets for anything. I pull out my keys and a bundle of cards tied together with a rubber band. Maxed out credit cards and an ID. I sigh.

The bartender barely acknowledges me as I sit at the table. I rest on my arms and put on my best 'poor me' face.

The bartender huffs," How much did you lose this time?

"Five hundred," I grumble. He rolls his eyes, slamming the glass on the wood top with a disappointed thunk.

"And where did you get that from?"

"From work," I scowl," What are you insinuating anyway?" I sit up to glare more appropriately. He glances at me as he polishes the next glass.

"I don't need to hint at anything. It looks like Travis gave you all the hints you need," He taps at his cheek with a knowing smirk. The cuts sting for extra spite. I bury my face into my arms. A sourness builds in my stomach, and an ache begins to form. I groan in my poor me act to attempt more sympathy from my favorite bartender.

"How much do you owe anyway?" he asks. I look over my arm.

"15k," I answer. He fiddles with something under the bar as he barks out a laugh.

"Well then, you really need this," He slid me a clear drink," It's on the house." I perk up and snatch the drink. With a cheer, I down the entirety. The familiar burn doesn't tease me; instead, a very unimportant taste replaces it.

"Water?"

He shrugs," The only thing you can afford. Thought I'd treat ya since you're so down tonight. I'm a gentleman like that."

"Ha-ha," I deadpan," I think I'll call it a night."

"Probably for the best."

I saunter off away from the smarmy bastard. My feet can't help but stumble towards the exit as if tied to the place. I trip over nothing but the weight of the poker table's chains, which dig into my ankle. The front door feels like a trap. I can picture Travis's goons waiting outside just to see if I won anything they can take. They don't double-dip on the same day, though. I sigh and push out to the parking lot.

My car is parked out the side. A shitty little Camry with more dents and dings than a kicked can. I can't bring myself to finish the walk of shame. The wall seems like a cooler place to hang out. My back digs into the brick.

"Another shit night it seems," I look up at the stars. The ambient sounds of the casino can still be heard through the wall. I close my eyes and picture myself sitting at the slots. The three wheels are spinning and spinning until one at a time they hit those beautiful 7s. All the lights would dance as the music rings throughout the building. I sigh.

A door opens beside me as the cacophony plays even louder. I lazily roll my head over to look. A deep red door has pealed open. A rainbow of circulating lights blinks from inside.

"What?" I push off the wall. I don't think this door was here before. I've been in here a hundred times, I know the blueprints like the back of my hand. I step closer, grabbing the door as I peek inside. Steps lead downward into some sort of basement. Lights continue to dance and music plays. I take a step down as curiosity leads me by the throat.

I find myself at the bottom of the steps looking into a decent-sized room. There are a few people besides the table workers here. The vibes are decently relaxed. No slots or gimmick games, just the green felt booths with classic card and chance games.

"May I help you, miss?" A man startles me from my musing. I snap toward the chip counter.

"Oh, sorry. I was just-," I squint at the man. He looks funny, sorta like a pig. His nose is upturned, and he even has little ears. "Uhh, I was just looking."

"So you are new here," He asks," Then would you mind taking a moment for me to explain our newcomers package?" I barely register his words as I stare at his pink skin.

"Uh, no. I don't have any money to spend tonight."

"Then you are at the right place. New guests get a complimentary chips package. We offer house funds of a thousand dollars. You can play for real cash and trade in at the end of the night." That snaps me from my investigation.

"Free money?"

"It's house funds, only available for use here. But the amount you win is real cash. We like to give our guests a taste of the facility before investing their own money in it."

I close the gap to the counter, leaning on my elbow. The familiar tingle claws up my spine into my skull.

"How do I sign up?"

The night is a blast. I play rounds at all the go-to spots. Poker, Roulette, Black Jack, Craps. I win some, lose more. But the way they keep the drinks going, I can't be damned to care. The workers all seem to be dressed as animals of some kind. Dogs, monkeys, horses, cheetahs, lizards, you name it. I've been privy to the monkey fellow for the night. Even show off some of my card magic skills as I play poker.

But like most night binge gambling, it must come to an end.

"Ace high, table wins," The monkey dealer calls. I glare up at his smug smile with disdain. He cocks a brow as if to ask my next move. I look at my measly pile of chips. "Another round, Ms. Flits?" The challenge sits before me like a packaged gift. I've never been one to turn down a present.

I throw a chip in, "Just deal the cards."

"As you wish," he shrugs. I sneer at the damned ape in his stupid red and black suit. His dumb little bowtie is kind of adorable. He deals out the card between us and sets up the line face down. I peek at my cards, jack and two. Well, this isn't going to go well.

He runs through the charade of betting and raising. I follow along, a little overly confident in my poker face. The last card is yet to be flipped, and things aren't looking good. A smart woman would have folded already, but sadly, I'm three drinks in and still bitter about getting beaten up this morning.

"All in," I push the sad, pathetic stack forward. He laughs.

"Are you sure about that?"

I glare," Just flip the card, monkey boy."

He grins, the last card flicked to reveal its face like it could ever save me. I have nothing, not even a pair. I still wait for him to show his cards. He rolls his eyes and throws his set onto the table. A pair of queens.

"You don't need to flip yours, save you the embarrassment," he goads. I watch him slide the last chips away. The stupidity boils in me as the only chance I had at taking home some cash leaves my possession without a goodbye. I bang my head on the table.

"For someone who gambles so often, I would assume you were at least decent at it. This was really sad, Sam," he flicks a chip between his fingers. Lying on my cheek, I watch him, feeling sorry for myself.

"Win some, lose some," I try to save face. He throws his head back and laughs.

"That would require you to win at some point for that to be true."

"Fuck you," I stand up, ready to finish this nightmare.

"Hold on, Hold on," He flips the chip onto the table. I watch it bounce around until it lands in front of me. "How about a deal?"

I try to fight it, I swear I do. My brain tells me to turn away, go home, and go to sleep. Try to find a second job and work out a payment plan with Travis. Quit this gambling and actually be a decent human for a second. My heart though...

"What deal?"

He grins big and wide," didn't take you too much persuading, it seems."

"I didn't agree to anything yet," I counter.

"I think we both know you will agree to anything I offer you right now," he says, giving me a once-over. I squirm at the attention, feeling a bit hot to be regarded when I'm so 'underdressed'. My face aches for more than one reason.

"Now, sir, I ain't that type of girl," I blush.

"No, I don't think you fit the bill. Either way, it's not that type of deal."

"When will we get to it already. I don't have all day," I huff.

He hums," Alright. One more game, the winner takes all. If you win, I will reward you with a substantial amount of money. Enough to pay off your debts and still have much more leftover."

"And if I lose?"

He sits down and gestures for me to do the same. Skeptic but engaged, I sat.

"Be honest, Sam, would it really matter if I told you?"

Deep down, I know the answer to be no. Any amount of money would be enough for me to attempt this; his offer of more than I need is too tempting.

"I would say it does."

He thinks for a moment, watching me with an amused glint. The attention is too much. I grab the cards on the table and fiddle with them as I wait for him. He watches as I shuffle the deck. I smile to myself as I show off some acrobatic tricks. I bend the top card and launch it in the air. It performs a small arc as I catch it on top. He chuckles.

"Know a lot of tricks," he asks. I answer with another card throw. The deck is split between my knuckles, and my thumb slides out a single piece. With another bend, I flick it and catch it on top. I juggle the deck around in various flares with practiced ease. He seemed to be enjoying himself enough, leaned back in his chair, admiring.

"What's the rest of the deal?" I ask, flicking a card at his chest. He watches it fall into his lap before snatching it to flick it to me. I add it to the deck and fan out the set. Using the top card, I flick the bottom corner and flip the whole line face up. I peek at him as the silence drags on.

He swats the air," Nothing too serious. Just a little ask, almost like a favor, really. If you win, you get all the money you desire. If I win..." He leans over the table," I get your soul."

I startle away as his eyes flash from black to red like a roulette table," What?" I look around the room at the other animal dealers and notice all the poor souls sitting at the games. Each looks so lost and empty, husks of their former selves. The dealers all look so excited and giddy as they win again and again.

I snap my eyes towards to him," This is a trap."

He smiles as if looking at a child," For them, yes. For you, a normal game of poker. What do you say?"

The clear answer is No. I don't know how, but this is a clear trap. There is no way this will be a fair game. These cards are probably tricked or marked. Certain cards cut down slightly, so when you fan them, it's clear which one to stop on.

A plan forms in my mind.

"I have some ground rules first," I juggle the deck around in my hand, making sure to distract him with the constant movement.

"As you wish."

"I want a brand new deck of cards, to make sure this deck isn't a trick set."

He scoffs," You think I'd need a trick set to beat you? You haven't won anything substantial all night."

I shuffle the deck, accidentally dropping a few cards as I do. " I just want to make sure." I reach under the table for the fallen cards, pocketing two before I clear the edge.

"As you wish," He reaches out a hand," Do we have a deal?"

I carefully observe his outstretched palm, noting how damn hairy he is. The pile now neatly together, I set it to the side before shaking his hand.

"Deal."

He grabs a new deck from under him, making a show of peeling off the plastic. I try to fight the smile as he makes sure I'm watching. He takes the fresh pack out and begins shuffling. I watch him do a few tricks of his own, clearly showing off with that adorable smirk.

"Is this satisfactory for you?" he asks.

I reach out my hand," Lemme look at them first."

He drops the deck in my awaiting palm. I feel the familiar glide of fresh cards, a bit of nerves tingling my spine. New cards slide more easily. I played around with them as he did, making a big show to hide myself, stuffing two cards inside. Satisfied, I plop the stack in front of him.

"Let's play."

He lays the line and then deals our two cards. I look at my hand, a pair of queens. That's good. He doesn't even look at his cards. He flips the first three over. Jack, seven, and an ace. Potentially not good, but the worst that happens is a pair of aces from him. I check my cards again, just in case they changed. He flips the next one, another ace. Ok, probably panic. If he has an ace, he beats me with a three of a kind. Though it's not time to panic. He flips the last one.

Queen.

"Tough luck," he says as he flips his cards. It reveals two queens in his hand. I stare a bit flabbergasted at the odds. He must suck at shuffling. He starts to clean up the play, but I throw my hand down, feeling rather smug at the moment. He glances down and then glares down.

"What?" he snatches the card. One is a bit worn compared to the other. He sneers over to me," You cheated."

"Moi?" I play coy," I'd never. It seems we tied."

"We didn't tie, you cheated," He clarifies.

"How should I know you don't have five queens in a deck? Maybe you have a faulty pack? You weren't trying to pull one over on me, were you?"

He can't stop glaring at me, then the cards, then the table. He can't seem to pick where to be mad at. Like a switch, he starts laughing, a true belly laugh. The guests stop and look over at the commotion.

"I didn't even see you do it," He holds his stomach," What a dumb thing to do!"

I shrug," What can I say, I'm optimistic and I figured you were probably card counting. Got to keep the little demon monkey on his toes."

"But it didn't work out for you! That's the funniest part," He smacks the table," Even when you cheat, you can't win."

Unease swells in my belly as he won't stop laughing. Perhaps cheating wasn't my best plan, but it wasn't a fair chance anyway. Maybe stopping would be good right now.

"Well, that was fun and all, but I should be heading out." I slide off the stool and try to inch my way towards the door. As I swing around, I bump into the monkey dealer.

"Where do you think you're going?" he asks, humor gone. I look up at the tall creature, feeling rather small at the moment.

"Home," I wince.

"That's interesting, because I thought we were playing a game."

"We did, we tied. So that's the universe telling me to call it quits, so I'm just going to, "I try to slip past, but he grabs my arm.

"There was no tie, you cheated," he leans down to my ear," I generally punish cheaters, but I have a unique offer for you that may benefit us both."

I gulp.

"Here is your offer. Forfeit your soul or-," he corners me to the table, his hands drop to either side of me as he ducks to meet my eyes," work for me as one of my card dealers." I stumble at the proximity, smelling his brain-fuddling musk.

"Wh-hat," I lean back on my hands to put some space.

"I didn't even see you slip those cards into the deck. I can use someone with-," He looks down at my mouth," quick hands."

My face becomes an inferno as all the attention makes my slightly buzzed brain ring alarms. I hop up on the table and tuck my legs in to get out of his embrace. I drop off the other side of him and take a few steps away.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Let's start over here," I wave my hands. He rolls his eyes before turning his back to the table, arms crossed. He looks decently annoyed now to be dipped like that.

"It's not that complicated. Work for me as a dealer, help me cheat some poor bastards out of some money. I'll even pay you if that's what you're worried about."

I take a moment to cool my hot face before I consider his offer. At the moment, I work at a shitty diner near my apartment. The customers are generally assholes, and the management isn't any better. I can't keep my cool long enough to deal with flirty bastards or temperamental people to get good tips.

"How much are we talking?" I cross my arms.

He quirks a brow," More than you make at your current job. Quit all the questions and just agree. I have so much to do tonight, and your cheating has set me back on my quota."

"Well, excuse me," I say. Before I can add more sarcasm, he walks over and snatches my hand.

"See you tomorrow, 6pm. Wear a white shirt and black pants," He gives my hand a single shake, "you're cute but not that cute. Let's keep the attitude to a minimum, yes?"

I open my mouth, but with a snap of his fingers, I'm in the parking lot. I stumble on my train of thought as I look around for the room I was just in. The brick wall behind me has no red door, or any door. I scoff and grab my keys.

"He thinks I'm cute," I laugh to myself.

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I show up at the building on the dot in the requested outfit. The door presents magically before my eyes. I can't be bothered to question it and walk inside. Nothing of note has changed, but there are clearly fewer people here- workers or guests. I can't spot the dealer from last night anywhere.

"You're late," a voice makes me jump," And what the hell are you wearing?"

I twist around to the dealer, who is appraising my outfit with disgust. I pull at the ends of my white tee, confused.

"What, you said white shirt and black pants?"

"Yes," he steps over and picks at the shirt," But you aren't working in the back, I thought you would at least have a button up."

"Does it matter? I figure a vest is going over it anyway," I fold my arms, taking a step out of his reach. He frowns.

"It doesn't matter, you need to present yourself in a certain way to display certain," he peeks down at my chest," aspects."

I scoff, turning away. "I am not going to pimp myself out as eye candy."

He laughs," Well, not in that you aren't. Do you even own a nice bra?"

I burn under the scrutiny," I thought I was here to work, not be dressed up."

"You're doing both. Doesn't matter right now, I guess," He walks past towards the back. I follow along into an employee entrance. Lines of lockers sit against the wall. Adjacent is a set of bathrooms. Before I can engage with the room beyond that, which seems to be a break room, I have clothes thrown at my face. I snatch the silky vest away right as another piece blinds me.

"Looks like I have everything you seem to be lacking. Change the shirt, put on the vest."

I watch him as he digs through a locker. He never turns around, so I take the gamble and switch shirts. I pull off the plain T and dress in a white button-up. As I slide on the vest, he turns around. I button the waist and raise my arms to present.

"Better?"

He scoffs as he walks over," Are you a Mormon? Why did you button all the way to the top?" He flicks the buttons with a practiced swish of his hand. Three are undone, enough to show off my cleavage.

"Well, I'm sorry that I'm not used to looking slutty," I seethe. He straightens out the outfit a bit more, tugging me every which way.

"This is hardly slutty, but I see what you mean. When was the last time you tried to seduce someone?"

I don't confirm or deny, instead looking over at the breakroom.

He hums," figured. Don't worry, you look good. Just do your little tricks, and those sad sacks will be eating out of your hand. Ready?"

I blow a strand of hair out of my face," Ready as I'll ever be."

"Great. My name is Vex, and you report only to me. You only have two things to do here. Look pretty and scam suckers. Is that easy enough for you?"

"I know I can do at least half that," I shrug.

"Don't worry, I can teach you how to scam suckers." With that, he twists me away. His hand on my lower back guides me out into the main room. I take a deep breath of the familiar atmosphere that comforts me immediately.

Let's start.

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I have been working for Vex for around a month now. I have to say, this job is awesome. It's nice to be on the other side for once, seeing the poor bastards try and try just to succeed at going home empty-handed. Vex helps with some pocketing tricks, but mostly spends his time teaching me card counting. On slow nights, it's not particularly helpful, but when the table is full, I can really get some practice in. Blackjack was the simplest way to learn, as all but one card of each player is revealed. Vex stops by once in a while to watch over my shoulder. He is a little too flirty when he does so, making me lose my concentration when he is near. Hand on my back, hot breath down my neck. I don't know if he is doing it on purpose, but as long as he keeps touching me, I don't really care.

Vex walks up behind me, hand sliding to the small of my back. The chills shoot straight down my legs as I don't recall breathing.

"We have a special guest tomorrow," he whispers," Wear that cute button-up with the top three undone. Then those high-waisted slacks that show off your ass."

I shuffle the deck with a playful smirk," Been paying too much attention to my outfits."

"Not like you don't demand it when you wear those pants," He pets my back," But seriously, my boss is coming tomorrow specifically to meet you. No pressure."

Before I could respond, he was gone. My hands are a little less certain as I pocket a few cards. The boss's boss, how...uncomfortable.

I show up the next day in the appropriate attire. The cold night air makes my nipples ache with how hard they are. I wait by the entrance for the door to show up. My hands seek warmth in my pits as my legs bounce to generate some heat.

"Vex, my nipples can cut glass here. Open the fucking door," I grumble to no one. As if he heard me, the familiar red door clanks into place. "Finally," I praise. I rush in and embrace the almost tropical air. My feet take me down to the nostalgic room where I find Vex rushing around. I pause at the bottom just to watch.

Vex divides out the sets for each table: cards, chips, and chairs. When he finally passes me, he stops, startled to see me. He gives me a once-over as he fully turns to me.

"Are you even wearing a padded bra?" He stares down at my chest. I cross my arms.

"It's 30 outside," I defend. He takes a little too long to look away. I look down at the abundant cleavage and cross my arms a little higher. "Do you need help with anything?"

"Huh," he meets my eyes," No. Go get warm and- I don't know- be not in here." He zips off before I can argue. His tail flicks in quick streaks near his feet. I don't bother trying to talk with him; it is impossible when he is like this.

I walk off to the back and play on my phone. Online poker in a casino would make me laugh at the irony if I weren't too busy losing. You would think a month here learning to count cards would help with something, but I guess not.

"Why are you sitting? Go set up your station," Vex snaps. I glare up at him as he passes towards the lockers. When I don't move, he looks over his shoulder," Today would be great."

"Don't be an ass, it's not cute," I shut off my phone. I get the hell out of dodge before he can start his bitch fit. My station is already set up, thanks to Vex, so I settled for grabbing a cup of water to keep nearby.

The chip station is empty of the typical pig gentleman who works it- Wilbur. I take stock of the room and then the time. Shouldn't everyone be funneling in by now? I grab a plastic cup and fill it with the cooler. Vex bangs on the employee door loud enough to make me jump. I snapped at him, speeding around some more.

"Where is everyone?" I risk asking. He bends down behind a table, then pops his head up.

"The place is rented out tonight. It's just you and me," He answers before dipping away. Since I've started here, I've never seen this place even so much as go short-staffed, let alone be rented out.

"Your boss rented out the place except for us? That seems a bit excessive."

"He owns the place. That's his prerogative. Though he just wanted to meet you," He has to shout when he heads to the back. I watch him, confused. Meet me? Why on earth would his boss want to do that?

"Why?"

He kicks the door open with hands full of cocktail mixes. "You are the only human to work here. He wants to make sure you aren't just a pretty face."

I squint," So he is going to do a review on me? You didn't think to warn me of that?"

He sets the bottles on the bar and begins sorting them into their holders. "Would it matter? You tend to bend under pressure. I figured it gives you less time to overthink it."

He's right, of course. Though I'd never say it. Instead, I finish off the cup and refill, wishing it were a different clear liquid. Getting tested by a demon, no pressure. I finish the drink off again.

I don't notice when Vex walks by. He pushes my spaced-out self to my station. I fit into the cut-out space and watch his hands grip the table on either side. His chin digs into my shoulder.

"You are going to do fine. Now stop being so human and focus on me right now. I have ten minutes to make sure this place looks amazing, or I'm going to the lava pits," He bumps his head to mine before taking off.

I have to impress the boss? How the hell am I going to do that? I'm lucky I impressed Vex that night, and I got to admit, it was pure luck. I grab a pack and begin fidgeting with the deck. The cards glide over my fingers like a lover's touch. My fingers play around with each sheet in a mesmerizing display. I divide, slide, throw, and catch. The familiar beats ease the tension, but only a bit. A word from him alerts me.

"Lava pits," I ask.

The tension is almost palpable as steps are heard from the front door. We both freeze as a very large beast comes into the light. He is an animal hybrid just like everyone I've met here. He clearly struggles to walk, even with his cane doing nothing but enabling him. His head is that of a boar- large tusks and a pig nose. The suit hugs him a bit too snugly, the buttons threatening to pop with a misplaced breath.

"Don Holden," Vex claps," Welcome." His tone is all customer service; it's actually gross to hear it from him.

"Ambivex, always a pleasure," Don removes his coat and hands it to Vex. The sight is humorous, the term 'monkey butler' making me smile. Also, Ambivex? Thank god he goes by Vex, I would never call him that.

"Shall I show you to our table tonight?"

"What game are we playing?" Don waddles in my direction as he chats it up with Vex. I straighten, finding myself looking over my attire. My cleavage is out more than I'm comfortable with, but I understand the need. If I'm going to impress him, I think I can take what I can get.

"I was thinking of a classic game of poker. Did you have something else in mind?"

Don makes it to the table in a huff. He looks at me, forgetting about Vex. His eyes feel greasy as they wander over my body. My skin pebbles as the urge to shower comes over me. I keep on my smile and continue to fiddle with the deck.

"Samantha Flits, I've heard very little of you," Don greets. Vex pulls out his chair. He struggles to lift himself into the high seat but never looks away from me, to my dismay. The pig seems rather excited to be here tonight.

"Well, I hope what you have heard is all good things," I lay it on as thick as syrup. Let the old bastard drown in it.

Once he is firmly seated, Vex cuts around the table to stand behind me. I expect him to crowd me into the table, but he stands politely off to the right.

"I've heard some interesting things that I wish to see for myself tonight," Don smiles," Would you mind a little game of poker?"

"Poker? Why, that's my favorite," I butter him up. I make a show of shuffling the cards, trying to forget about the eyes on me. With dramatic flares and over-the-top tricks, I begin dealing. Two cards each and the deck by my side. The pig doesn't look at his cards, though his eyes dip more than once to my chest. I want to sneer, but instead take a peek at my set.

"How about we make this game more interesting?" He gleamed. I look up from the table to stare off into space. A tingle goes through my head as his words muddle around. A hand is splayed on my back, but I don't pay it mind. My body feels like it's betraying me as I ponder the offer. Surely it wouldn't hurt to up the stakes for our esteemed guest? Though I was specifically told NOT to.

"What are you offering-," I can't finish as my hair is yanked. I see silently," If you wish to make a deal, feel free to talk with Vex. I am not allowed to barter during work." Vex pets his knuckles down my spine, and I shiver.

"Very well," Don frowns," Then just a friendly game will do. And don't go easy on me, dear."

We play the first round with minor meddling. The line does little to help my hand, and I can't seem to focus enough to figure out the odds. With all the cards flipped, he reveals his, a pair with an ace high. I flip mine, a pair, jack high. Don frowns as he throws the cards to me. The knuckles at my spine dig into my skin. A clear message is being sent.

Do better.

I shuffle the deck and take a breath. I ignore the reprimand at my back. I ignore the slimy eyes staring down my shirt. I ignore that I'm even in a casino. Deep inhale, slow exhale. I got this.

I deal the next set while sneaking select cards into my sleeves. We play the next round and end in a tie. Don huffs, annoyed and bored. Vex's finger tugs a little on my vest. I nudged his foot with mine with a little message, I got this.

I shuffle once more and show off some dramatics. As I toss a card into the air, I slide my card on top. I catch the other and slide it in the middle. Another deal, and this one is going in my favor. I grab the 4th card in line and, with a flick of my fingers, trade it for the last card hidden away. Before I can reach for the next card, Don stops me.

"Dear, this has been a failed endeavor, but I believe it's best to call it a night," He tosses his cards face up towards me as he struggles out of the chair. "You are a sexy young thing, but I believe Vex has made a mistake with your other talents." I want to roll my eyes at all this. Vex's hand claws at my vest, gripping it tight enough to strain on my stomach. I nudged his foot again.

"Leaving before the game has ended. Seems rather impolite," I bait, though I haven't a clue if it would work. What would a demon care about being 'polite'?

Don huffs," If only to humor you." He turns back and prompts me to flip the last card. I do as such, and no one is surprised by the reveal. "As expected, three of a kind for me. You have either a pair or a sad attempt at a straight." I quirk a brow, he furrows his. Vex tugs me accidentally, and I falter a step. I scold him over my shoulder, but just see how nervous he looks. I ignored him for a moment longer.

"So certain, Mr. Holden?"

He glares," I'm almost certain."

I flip my set to reveal a full house. He scoffs.

"Now, how did you come about that?" He looks over the cards, seeing a repeat of a seven of clubs," Did you add extra cards?"

I shrug," Are you accusing me of cheating?"

He looks up at me with an amused quirk of his brow," Now, how did you throw in some more when I was looking?"

I grab one of the cards off the table. With a flick of my fingers, I switch it for one hidden behind," Magic."

Don laughs. He laughs a true belly laugh that reminds me of Vex a bit. The hand on my back snakes around to my hips, and I have to fight a blush.

"Now that's some neat trick. I didn't know we hired magicians," He laughs with a slap to the table," No wonder profits have been great!"

Don waddles off while laughing towards the door. Vex jumps out from behind me to walk him out. With Don's coat in hand, he meets him at the steps.

"You did well, Ambivex," he reaches up and slaps him kindly on the cheek. Vex bows and helps him adorn his jacket. With a final wave and another laugh at me, Don is gone.

Vex straightens his tie and walks over. He has a smirk on his cheek as he stops half an arm's length away.

"That went well, I think," I smile. He hums before grabbing my face and laying a big kiss on me. I stumble from it, catching myself on the table.

"You just helped me get a raise." He switches his hold to my back and neck as he dips me, laying another kiss on me. I'm slow to trot, a bit drunk on him as I try to compute an ounce of what's happening. He leans away to look at me, annoyed," If you don't kiss me back, I'm going to feel a certain way about it."

"Oh," my hand shakes as I grab his collar, "sorry." He meets me in a more interactive dance of lips. I tug him close, though I'm incredibly out of my element here. He leads, groping at my side and threading his fingers through my hair. I feel light and dizzy. He crowds me until the wood digs into my waist. Without preamble, he hugs me close to lift me onto the table. I gasp, my hand flies out to catch myself as he presses me to my back.

"Whoa," I break away to catch my breath. He diverts to my neck for open-mouth kisses. I can't breathe or think. My insides feel like jumping beans as a vibration rolls in waves. I tilt my head, and he fills the space, sucking on my skin towards my breast. I'm shaking by the time he presses his face in.

"Oh my god," I pant. He drags my hips towards him. My hand slips off the table, and I collapse onto the felt top. He crawls up with me, hands fiddling with the buttons leading up to my bust. I stop him when I have a second to think.

"What," he growls. I can't answer yet, too busy trying to remember how to exhale. He looked down at me, and I could combust. His face looks so needy.

"Hold on a second," I bang my head back," What is going on?"

He laughs," I feel it's pretty obvious what's happening. If you want me to spell it out, I can." He bends to kiss my hands on his. He grabs a finger with his teeth and guides it away from my stomach. I'd find it funny if I weren't so overwhelmed. The ache in my crotch tells me to let him keep going. He slowly unbuttons, kissing the skin as it's revealed. My eyes flutter shut, a groan getting caught in my throat.

"It's been a while," I warn.

"I can tell," he teases. The final button undone, he splits the fabric apart. He sits up to admire his reward. I peek at his face, so excited. My hips flex as a spark of want curls around my pussy. "It's been a while for me, too."

Before I can ask, he drags me back into an intoxicating kiss. Between us, he undoes his bowtie and shirt. I pet his face, then sneak a hand down his chest to help separate the piece. He is incredibly hairy, so much so that I turn away to look at him. He doesn't mind, instead licking and sucking on my neck. I pet over his chest and admire how heavy he is breathing. I feel a bit smug, but it's drowned out by this raging need I haven't felt in months.

"I need you," he grunts in my ear. My heart stutters. He sits up and grabs at my pants' hem. With the card dealer's hands, he undoes the button and zipper. I help him get rid of my pants. As I kick it off my ankle, he works on his pants. I watch as he pulls his cock out and jerks himself.

"Oh," I gasp. My clit nearly stings from neglect. He looks down at my slit as he pumps himself. A decent-sized cock, very human-looking to no one's surprise. His large hands thumb over his tip as he reaches out and slides a finger against me. Slick coats his fingers, but I barely notice as I fall onto my back. My hips move on their own to meet his hand.

"You're so wet," he moans. A finger squelches as he presses in. I clench around him, hands reaching down as if to help, but pausing over my stomach. I grope at the skin and roll into him. Though it's not enough.

"Please," I whimper without consent. I know I'll be embarrassed by that later, but that look on his face makes me not give a damn.

"Please, what?" He smiles. Another finger gets engulfed by my heat. I can't think.

"Please," I say again as I ride his hand. He curls the pads to my walls and plays me like a fiddle. I pant and writhe, my clit burning with need.

"I'm going to die," he removes his hand," I have to be in you. Sorry."

He grabs my hips in a flash and presses his cock to my entrance. I only have enough time to look up as his face pinches in pleasure. I'm stuffed as he nudges further and further in. My hips bounce to meet him until he bottoms out.

"Fuck," he spits," Don't say a word, I'll explode."

"What?" I wrap my legs around him, nudging him in more. He swallows hard, a death grip on my hips.

"I said don't talk," he says, panicked. I can't help it, I truly can't. I dig my heels into his hips and squeeze tight. My walls flutter as a spark tries to burn us both alive. His hips stutter as if he tried to run away but was snatched back. He pants quickly, looking up at the ceiling. "F-fuck," he tries to bark, but it loses most of its bite. He fucks into me in unpracticed thrusts, like he is fighting himself.

I choke on moans, rather happy to be stuffed and watch him lose his cool. He peeks down through his lashes with bared teeth. I grin a bit smugly.

"Screw it," he says. His fingers dig into my thighs as he pulls out. He slams in hard enough to compress my lungs. Teasing might have been a bad idea.

Vex fucks me like his life depends on it. He pistons in with deep growls that have me in awe. I writhe and squirm under him as my pleasure is being ripped from me without a care. I give up on subtlety and cry out into the empty casino. My hands search around for purchase. Cards are splayed around, chips kicked over. I feel so free at this moment. In my element with this beastly man.

"Vex," I groan. His hips stumble, I say it again. He lets out a quick breath before holding it again. Watching him so wound tight, tettering closer and closer to the precipice does things to me. I embrace the feeling of his cock, his hands, his breath. It is a comforting fire that shreds through me as if I'm on a winning streak that can't be beat. I don't see it coming, but neither does he.

I arch off the table as I squeeze around him. I grit my teeth and bear it to the ceiling. My hands clench around a handful of cards, bending them every which way in my grip. Vex cries out, but stamps it down quickly. I milk him, almost demanding his cum. He finishes with his head back, sputtering into the room. His hips jerk in short bursts as warmth floods my inside.

"Ah," he pants," Fucking hell." He freezes. I watch him, his fingers still digging into my skin. Before I can ask him to let go, he pulls out and collapses beside me. His arm goes around my middle as he hums. I look him over, a content smile on his face. His generally well-groomed hair is a mess. His bowtie hangs off his neck, stuck in the collar of his shirt. I grab it and toss it aside.

"So what was that about?" I ask. I curl to my side, wincing at the wetness between my legs. He opens a single eye.

"What do you mean? What was that about?"

"Well, you kinda jumped me there."

He huffs," I think I was romantic enough. Don't paint me as some beast who attacked you."

"Uh-huh." He scolds me with a bite to my shoulder. I jerk away and playfully swat his back.

We cuddle on the uncomfortable table, perhaps falling asleep at some point. I wake up with a crick in my neck.

"I think I should head home, it's a bit late." I grab his arm to toss to the side. He grumbles a bit but puts up no fight. I don my pants and redo my shirt. Vex continues to be lost to the land of the living, having fallen asleep on the table. I wait for him to wake, to say something. A light snore comes from him.

"Well, I'll be going," I take a few steps away towards the door. It stings a little, I won't deny it. To be fair, he is a demon.

I head up the steps and out into the cold parking lot. The cars are mostly gone, though mine is left alone on the far side. With a click, the door shuts behind me. As I turn around, it fades from view. The chilly air feels a bit colder.

"Hey," A familiar voice greets. I look down towards the edge of the building. Someone I would potentially call a friend is smoking at the end.

"Hey," I call out to the bartender.

"Haven't seen you in a few weeks," He says, pulling a drag frm his cigarette. I walk over.

"Been busy."

"Cheating on this casino with another," he teases.

"Something like that. I got a new job," I tuck my hands into my pits as the chill starts to get to me. The bartender looks me over, perhaps noticing the disheveled vest and clothes.

"I can't tell if you work as a magician or as a role-playing prostitute."

I roll my eyes," Ha-Ha, I work as a dealer."

"Of drugs?"

"Ok," I start to walk off," I'm having a weird night, I don't need this from you."

"Wait," He calls after," I'm sorry. How's your new job?"

I pause," It's fine."

"Been keeping the money you are making?"

I prepare to counter with a defensive jab, but it strikes me, I actually have money. My bank account actually has something in it, enough something. I've been gambling, but it's chump change online. Vex frowns against betting at work, but still playing the game with the company's chips has fulfilled the rush for some. Though not completely, enough to take the edge off.

"Yeah," I say with a true smile," I have been saving some."

"Enough to pay off Travis," He laughs. I remember why I don't really talk to him.

"Ok, I'm going home now. Goodnight."

The bartender tosses the bud as I walk to my car. I drive home, and the sense of pride I felt wears off as the soreness between my legs jabs at my chest. I guess some vices just switch.

It feels like a walk of shame as I ascend to my apartment. The keys clink against one another before I shove one into the door. I think about work tomorrow night and how I'm going to face Vex. The sex was good, but his lying there like that made me feel so used. I press onward like a zombie.

"I think the reason you suck at poker is because you are impatient," Vex stumbles me from my stupor. I snap around the room that isn't my own. A bedroom with red and black decor. Very clearly not mine. Vex walks out of a bathroom near a large bed. He is in boxers and nothing else.

"W-what," I try to get my bearings. He stands with arms folded, rather annoyed.

"I felt like a dame waking up alone like that. I would even say I felt violated," he fakes offense with a hand to his chest before he glares. My hackles raised, the switching room concern is tossed aside. I cross my arms.

"Excuse me. I wasn't the one who passed out two seconds after finishing."

"I said it's been a while," he throws his hands in the air," Also, my night was very stressful, sue me for napping."

"Whatever, can I go home now? I need a shower and my bed."

He scoffs," No. You are staying with me tonight."

"The hell I am. You don't get to do whatever just because we had sex. I am about- what are you doing?" Vex saunters over during my rant. I take a step back, but he snatches me around the waist. Hoisting me up, flush against his chest, he twirls me towards the bed. I lamely try to fight him off, but the attention is making me swoon. He drops me into the softest cushion I have ever felt. I sink into the mattress.

"I think I need to teach you patience," he says as he rests on his forearms over me. His breath mingles with mine, a content smile gleaming on his face.

"I think I need to teach you stamina," I tease.

"I said it's been a while. Give me another chance and I'll show you the true power of a demon," He growls, a puff of energy blowing his hair up. I wrap my arms around his neck.

"Wanna bet on it?"

"Damn addict," he kisses my cheek," I think I should play you for it. We both know I always win."

"Not so sure, maybe if I wait long enough, you will just fall asleep."

He bites my cheek," You aren't going to let me live that down, huh? At least I don't have to cheat to win a game of poker."

I wrap my legs around his waist and whisper in his ear," What are you going to do about it?"

He sits up to look me in the eyes, that playful smile slapped on his face. "I think I'm going to keep you."

"Like me that much?"

"Not in this Mormon shit, but I think I can get over it," he pops the top three buttons again. The air is thick between us, a tasty, rich thrum starting to grow. Throwing caution to the wind, I pull him down for a kiss. He plays eagerly, hands roaming down my sides. My hips curl into his with need.

He hums," You definitely aren't leaving my side again."

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Was this potentially inspired by Husk from Hazbin Hotel? You have to talk to my lawyer because I ain't saying shit without a court order.

And no, it was actually Vox for some reason. I dont get it either.