~VENGANXA~

‘When The Man Comes Around’

     A harsh scoff left the muzzled gunman’s throat as he stared down the Black Dragon leader from under the shaded brim of his hat. “I belong where I want, Kano.” He stoically retorted. He looked to all the other cutthroats around him and softly shook his head thinking on the cyclops’ threat. He shifted his stance a bit to be more relaxed, hand not so active around his gun, but still close enough to draw in a deadly flash.      “There ain’t gonna be any sacrifice. You really think this is the first time I’ve walked into a bar outnumbered? Don’t kid yourself.” Erron spoke with a simple air of unbridled, absolute truth. For all of Kano’s wit and instinct, he never took account when he was in real danger. Despite the small battalion of Black Dragon around him, there’s a strange sense of couldn’t-give-a-fuck-less that comes from surviving for 150 years like Erron has. He casually eyed a few of the ‘tougher’ looking ones around the room and he used that term loosely. “Honestly, I’d be fine with going down as long as I got to drag your lousy ass with me.” He jokingly threatened. “Question is if you... or any of your men... wanna take that risk.”      Erron snorted a forceful exhale through his nose to get the odor of the joint outta his nostrils. A crack followed as he rolled his shoulder a bit and refocused on Kano. “And no, I haven’t missed your wrinkled hide... but Kotal does.” He replied in a matter-of-factly tone. With a snide look in his eyes and an impatient exhale, Erron tilted his head as he awaited some form of disbelief. “The Emperor wants to see you. Business he said.”

     listen……… do it for blackcage

*Hearteyes like a MF* Okay.

It almost catches him off guard. Almost. Her searing lips against his neck, each meeting more fiercely and heated than the last. A few hurried huffs leave Erron’s mouth as he breathes out a content and smirking sigh. Her fingers in his hair pulling him and causing a growl to leave his throat. Then a sudden sharp and radiant pain from his neck as she bites down on him. A soft wince follows as his grip on her tightens. Erron can’t help but be a bit more inclined to have at her. After a minute, he can tell she’s eyed the bench as well. He give a light chuckle at her doubt of him. “Who’s the one underestimating who now?” He retorted with a brazen look of confidence on his face. Her reaction to his wandering grasp simply eggs him on as he releases her wrist and grasp the back of her head. His eyes fiery and face hungry with lust. With a quick movement, Erron closes the space between their lips and kisses her with a longing need. An agreeing gleam in his eyes is obvious as he steps into her pushing her back towards the stone bench. Her bare feet echoing his boots as they make their way forward. Her lips are like liquid fire. A shock of warmth rang though his body. He closed his eyes and savored the sweet softness that only an Earthrealmer could offer. He swore he felt her shudder as her lustful moan echoed against his lips. His hand went from her rear to her lower back to hold her up as they backed up to the bench. Their lips parted only a second and Erron smiled at the girl. “I have to hand it to you, Cage. You got more gall than I gave you credit for. Though, I should’ve figured this was a good way to shut your mouth... at least for awhile.” He stopped as he felt a slight bump and realized the his prey was nudged up against it. With one hand he patted her cheek and with the other he turned her around and smacked her ass. “Get up there.” Erron ordered her a devious growl.

     His stoic gaze softened a little at her playful threat. “Depends. You’re telling me you like it rough, Cage?” He retorted snapping at her lips and grabbing her wrist, giving a light squeeze. With his mask off, Erron wasn’t half surprised he felt more at ease with the mask off. His breathing a bit less labored and his senses more acute. He could feel the warmth of her breath on his face, could smell the arousal off her body thumping with each beat of her pulse. That look in her eyes. The same look that she had in her eyes whenever they had fought. That same intensity and drive... only this time that intensity was awash and masked with a flaring lust. A primal need of carnal decadence. This was the kinda ‘fight’ Erron didn’t mind doing for pro bono.      With his right hand clasped tight around her wrist, The brooding mercenary ran his other hand slowly up her side. His fingers slipping under her shirt and gently grazing her bare stomach. He could feel the taut muscles of her core tighten up at his touch. He greedily palmed her hip and brought her in close enough to feel her heartbeat in her chest. Fingers teasing the hem of her leggings. So tight around her luscious legs and hips. He made sure she could see his eyes. Locked on him has he slowly eyed an ornate stone bench that sat just up the path from the two. “Because we can take this to the arena... or we can go a couple rounds right here.” He challenged as he shifted his stance and let his spurs clink against the stone. His hand slipped further back around her hip till it rested just atop the curve of her ass. With no hint or preview and throwing it all to the wind, Erron’s fingers grasped a healthy handful of her rump as he bit his lip from the fullness in his hand.

     She just had to do it. Of course she had to do it, she’s a Cage. Beneath his mask Erron was secretly biting at his lower lip as he looked the young soldier up and down. “Underestimated? I simply work with what you give me, Cassandra.” He want from subtly checking her out to doing it much more obviously. Her fluffed up form pressing almost against him. Chest heaving with a still beating heart. Rising and falling with huffs of bated breath. He tilted his head glancing over her hip to eye her rear with quick, impressed rise of his eyebrows. He was sure to note the semi-auto Colt 1911 strapped to her hip as well. The leather fastener still in place. Bad choice.      He returned his gaze to hers and smiled a sly grin that could only be seen in his eyes. The pad of his thumb and trigger finger anxiously rubbed softly together just an inch from his holster. “You may have the tools, Cage.” Before he even finished the sentence, his hand became a blur of leather and gunmetal. The ornate, silvered tip of Lucille’s barrel was pressed flush under the blondes jaw. The cock of the hammer clicked loud and hard against the otherwise silent night. “The real question is if you know how to use them.” He added in a rather, low growl. The shine of his eyes the only light beneath his hat’s brim.

The gunner lets out a slight, scoffing chuckle as she winks at him. He watches intently as Cage’s slender finger slowly trails along the hardened steel of his barrel. For a minute he takes his eyes off her to scope the surrounding gardens. Not a soul in sight. Which is saying a lot since those things are like a dime a dozen around here. The haunting Outworld breeze softly swayed the trees and ferns around them. His stern gaze softened as she spoke and he slowly pulled his gun away and with a quick spin and flick of his wrist, set it back in it’s holster. “What if I said I was?” He replied in a gruff whisper. His chest rose as he took in a deep breath, watching her body language for an answer. Erron was slowly realizing that for all her wiles, this could all be some trap. Some way to catch him off his guard. At the same time, it was hard to think straight with a leggy blonde pressing the issue... while pressing against you. A part of him said fuck it. Get her back to your chamber and just take it. But the other half of him was eating away at his conscious. Or what was left of it. It’d been so long since he’d last had a taste of Earthrealm. But... but like this? Beggars can’t be choosers. Not everyday something like her comes waltzing into Outworld. He closed his eyes a second and took in another breath before raising his gaze from her body to meet hers. That blue green tint locked on him. The subtleness of her sly smile was all to evident and he found himself having a harder time getting a read on her than he thought. She was either throwing caution to the wind or working him over like a charm. Two can play that game. “You know what they say, Cassandra...” He raised his hand to cup her chin. Her skin was smoother than anything he’d felt in ages and the warmth upon his fingertips was more than inviting. “Actions speak louder than words.”