His footsteps broke the stillness. A biting cold hung in the air, and snow fell in large flakes, obscuring his already clouded vision. His frustration mounting, he stepped out of the shadows, under the flickering glow of an ageing streetlight. He let out a sigh, lowering his weapon, his eyes scanning the horizon. Coming up with nothing, he sighed, straightening up. A splash of blood marred the whiteness around his only good eye, and dripped slowly down onto his chest plate, steaming in the blistering chill.

" come on, you son of a bitch..." He muttered under his breath, his lip raised in a snarl. He had followed the cyborgs footsteps to this very streetlight...when as suddenly as they appeared, they were gone.

He heard it then. A low grumble, terrifying in its contrast to the absolute silence of a winters night. He spun on his heels, turning to face the horror coming up on him, but he was a second too late. An impossible weight slammed into him with a sickening force, colliding with his shoulder, knocking the wind from his body. He flew backwards, smacking his head against the metal of the street lamp, sending a shock wave down up his spine, and slamming into his brain like a bullet.

A scream escaped him, and it was upon him, biting, crushing, ripping at flesh, sparks and pieces of steel flew through the air, blood splashed onto the snow, a crimson painting. Shaking slightly, but solid in his determination, he pulled his knees up, and pushed out with the remainder of his strength, sending the cyborg flying off of him and into a snowdrift with an almost comic sound, and a wave of white powder flying into the air. He cursed himself inside, internally scolding his stupidity...why exactly had he insisted on turning on his pain sensors?

Within seconds he was on his feet, bracing himself for another attack. The creature roared, shaking the ground as it clamoured to its legs and pounced.

Raiden was ready, and a coy smile folded his features as he extended his blade, arching it upwards as he turned. His aim was true, and he chuckled slightly at the sound of metal upon metal, his blade finding its mark, and severing the terrors head from its shoulders in a glorious fountain spray of blood.

He relished in the moment, living in the moment of the kill, the adrenaline, the rush. He laughed, and then fell to his knees, and finally...the agony got to him, and he groaned in defeat. He glanced downward, his breathing laboured, chest heaving. A gash the size of his fist had been torn through his armor, exposing his collarbone, which had obviously been shattered. Gritting his teeth, he raised a shaking hand to the wound, jamming his fingers into the torn flesh in an attempt to stop the bleeding.

His ragged breath came in hollow grunts as he got to his feet, swaying slightly. The wind was picking up now, and he suddenly felt vulnerable, almost naked in the night.

He looked down at the wound, cursing under his breath. What perfect timing...he was alone, had no help, and was wounded...and there were almost certainly more of those animals around. He needed to find a place to fix himself. Glancing around, he noticed all of the lights in all of the houses were black as night...except one. Squinting in the yellow glow of the light shining above his head, he notices a figure moving in the light. He slowly takes a step forward, stumbling slightly, dragging his bloodied blade through the snow as he walks.

Anna rolled her eyes, switching the TV off with a flick of the remote, which she then tossed onto the white leather couch beside her. News...all that was ever on TV nowadays was news...and it was all depressing, and usually not true. She stood up, stretching her back, and extended her arms over her head, sighing. She glanced at the clock on the wall. 4 AM. With a dissatisfied humph, she decided it would be best if she were to head upstairs and take a warm bath, and then make her way to bed.

Sauntering over to the window, she reached up to pull the shades, and then stopped, eyes narrowing. Was she losing her mind? She could've sworn she saw a glint of metal in the shadows, and a flash of red. Cocking one eyebrow, she shook her head. No one would dare brave this cold. Someone would have to be out of their mind to be out on a night like this... But still, she couldn't seem to shake the feeling that she was being watched.

Tossing her hair over her shoulder, she fixed her gaze on the front door. As she watched, the deadbolt snapped into place, setting her mind at ease. She pulled the shade, and drew the curtains closed.

Slowly, Anna made her way around the room. Closing curtains, blowing out candles, and stopping to check the embers in the fireplace. The fire was almost dead, now, a wilting glow in the ashes. She left it to die, and smiled a little to herself when she imagined a warm bath awaiting her upstairs.

Moving between the furniture, she stopped only momentarily to snap off a lamp and fluff a pillow, before she made her way up the staircase, humming quietly to herself.

She moved slowly, from stair to stair, shedding clothing as she went. One hand went up, into her hair, and released it from its tight ponytail, and a cascade of raven curls flooded down her lithe shoulders like a dark waterfall. Each tendril caught the light as she moved, reflecting the moonlight. She tossed her handbag into a corner and rounded the corner into the hallway.

And he watched her...

She pulled her bedroom door shut behind her, kicking her shoes off, and tossed them carelessly in the general direction of her bed. She began to unbutton her white silk blouse, starting at the bottom, until she reached the top, and pulled it off, sliding it down her chiseled back and down to the plush rose coloured carpet, where it pooled around her stockinged feet.

And he watched her...

She reached behind her waist, unzipping and wiggling out of her skirt, which joined her blouse, strewn haphazardly onto the floor. Now clad in nothing but her bra, panties,and stockings, she made her way gracefully into the bathroom.

He could no longer see her.

He moved silently, with cat like reflexes he moved to the next window and carefully slid it open, dropping down into the hallway outside of her bedroom door. She had left it slightly open, he could hear water running. He could smell her perfume. His mind flitted from one scene to the next, playing out every second before it could happen. Why was he doing this? He had so much work to do... Who was she? Ever since he had seen her, he was drawn to her. Why? What was she doing? What would she do if she saw him? ...if she heard him?

He sighed, and looked down at himself in the pitch blackness. Blood dripped from his wound, and pooled around his feet onto the floor. He was a monster...she would scream...run... He shook his head. This was madness. He turned to leave, to go back the way he came, when he heard a faint click, and the turn of a knob. He wheeled around quickly, looking in through the small crack in her bedroom door. His eyes widened. There she was.

She sat down at her vanity, looking at her chin in the mirror. The smooth curves and tight muscles of her neck cleared his mind...of all but the original thought...he must have her. She had a soft pink robe draped over her...but it had not been belted, and was sliding down her shoulders now, revealing her skin to him. He shivered, though thanks in part to the metal covering his body, it was not from the cold. He was...nervous? He looked around, puzzled. It was a feeling he had not felt in so long...years? What was happening to him? The pain melted away, momentarily forgotten in her presence.

She reached down into a drawer, pulling out a container of some sort, her hair bouncing around her shoulders, starke in its contrast to the lightness of her robe. Hypnotising. She opened the lid, dipped her fingers in, and spread a cream coloured lotion down her neck and chest, rubbing in circles as she went. He felt a twinge in his chest.

(was that even possible...machines don't feel)

Her striking blue eyes tracked the progress in the mirror, framed by long thick black lashes... Her mouth fell open slightly as she lifted her head, her full lips falling into a heartbreakingly sensual pout...

He cocked one eyebrow, his lip curling into a smirk. She had the most amazing mouth...

She sighed then, and put down the jar in her hand, placing her elbows on her vanity and folding her fingers, resting her chin upon them.

" I know you're there..."

He stumbled slightly, but managed to hold back the gasp that hung in his throat. How could she...

"Are you going to come in, or do I have to open the door..."

The question hung in the air like the ice clung to the blade of his sword. The sword he still clutched in his right hand. He clutched it so tightly, if he had had knuckles...they'd have been as white as the snow blanketing the ground outside.

His eyes darted from corner to corner, panicked, like a cornered panther. He should run. She shouldn't see him. He turned to go. She stood quickly, making her way to the door before his mind could even turn the page.

The door creaked open slowly...an unseen force closing the gap between them then.

" Raiden..."

The gasp escaped his throat, forming a cloud in front of his face in the chill of the air, shifting...pulsing. How could she have known? He turned to face her then, mouth falling open as he turned. To his surprise, a smile played at the corner of her mouth.

" I know what you're thinking, Raiden. I'm not afraid"

His brow knitted in puzzlement. What was going on? The entire time he thought it had been he who had the upper hand. He backed away slowly, the hole in his chest forgotten, hand falling to his side, blindsided by her statement.

" but...how.." The words fell from his lips. Rolling off his tongue before his brain could catch up. He felt his heart skip as she smiled, pulling her robe closed as she edged closer to him.

" I can hear it, Raiden. I can hear your thoughts. I can see what you're thinking...I'm not afraid. If you were here to harm me, I would know...now, please, come here" she extended a hand to him, as a light switch clicked down to her left, illuminating the long hallway...and Raiden.

He squinted in the sudden brightness, but never took his eyes off of her face. She was...so beautiful. She could've been a goddess, an angel fallen to earth. His eyes traced patterns down her face, her neck...and lower. She giggled, rolling her eyes.

" if I'm distracting you, I could put on some clothes."

She turned, glancing at him over one shoulder.

" but...we both know you don't want that"

He looked away, clearing his throat. If he had been able, he would be blushing. She walked back into the room, and over to her closet, it's double doors parting for her as she approached. A drawer slid open, guided by an unseen hand, and she reached inside, rummaging about, searching...

She turned to look at him, still standing dumbfounded in the hallway, half hidden by the door, eyes on the floor, slightly ashamed.

"Come, sit." She prodded him, motioning towards her bed in the corner. He did as he was instructed, slowly walking over to it, he sheathed his sword and leaned it gently against the wall. He looked at her, and then at her bed.

" I'm...bleeding" his voice was quiet. He had never felt so shy in his life.

She straightened, turning to look at him, a smile once again on her face. She nodded slowly, and walked towards him. " I know...that's what these are for" she laid a roll of bandages on the bed in front of him, and gently touched his shoulder, guiding him down into a seated position, and knelt beside him. He felt a stirring, something he hadn't felt in a very long time, a coiling in his gut, like a serpent about to strike. It felt...so odd.

In her left hand, clutched against her chest, a bottle with clear liquid, a washcloth...and other objects he could care less about. He couldn't look away from her.

What was wrong with him. Why was she so special? Why couldn't he get control of his thoughts...why couldn't he get it together...

" because of my powers" she said suddenly, unscrewing the cap on the bottle, and letting the other items in her hands fall onto the floor around her.

He was taken aback, confused. " powers?" He questioned, convinced he had heard that wrong. The blow to the head must have messed with his head even more than he thought.

She nodded, looking up at him from her place on the floor. Again, he felt a stirring...between his legs. Again, he cleared his throat and looked away.

" I have telekinesis" she said matter-of-factly, nodding. He snapped his head back in her direction, eyebrows raising,"really?"

She nodded, flashing him a playful smile." when you aren't used to having your mind read, it can feel very confusing, some people have even told me it's painful..." She let out a chuckle.

He couldn't help but let out a laugh. It was quickly stifled, however, when she pressed a wet cloth against his wound.

"Fuck!" He cried out, jumping to his feet, pulling away from her. "What the fuck was that!?"

She let out a giggle, showing him the bottle. "rubbing alcohol?" She questioned, shrugging. " it helps to prevent infection"

He growled, clutching his chest. "yea? It also fuckin hurts!" She tried, in vain, to hold back her laughter...but failed. She stood, placing her hands on his shoulders, and gently guiding him back down onto the bed. He looked up, and couldn't help but notice her robe had slipped down again, revealing the generous swell of her bosom, heaving and beckoning to him in the low light. He looked away, quickly, before he could think any more bad thoughts.

" I'm just trying to help you.." She told him, her voice as soft as the bed on which he sat. She bent at the waist, her face a mere inch from the oozing hole, her eyes narrowed, concentrating. "Your collar bone is broken..."

He nodded " I know..."

Sighing, she stood up, shaking her head. " I can't fix that...sorry."

He smiled at her. He felt more comfortable around her with every second that passed. He could look into her eyes and see the kindness in them. Also, it could've just been the stirring in his loins...but he could've sworn he also saw a wild animal behind those eyes, just begging to be released...or maybe that was just wishful thinking.

She returned the smile, leaning over him to grab the roll of bandages laying on the bed beside him. Unintentionally, she brushed her shoulder against his cheek. He felt her warmth, smelt her perfume, he could even feel like blood coursing through her, the spirit inside of her, and a vision of throwing her down to floor and taking her rose in his mind like a zombie from the grave, and it was all he could do to resist it.

" listen..." He started, his hand going up to the area where her skin has touched, basking in the glow of its warmth.

She looked up at him and smiled again, unrolling the bandages, and seeming not to notice as her robe slipped even lower. He swallowed harshly, his throat suddenly desert dry, his body aching. He didn't even know her name, but he would do anything to touch her...to feel the warmth of her body against him.

"My name is Anna" she said, looking away almost shyly. She tore a strip of bandage from the roll, and bent to the floor,searching for the tape. She found it, straightened up, and lowered herself onto the bed beside him, on her knees. She placed one hand on his shoulder, and placed the roll of tape between her teeth.

Raiden nodded, he had to clear his head, focus on his words."listen...Anna. This is very nice of you. I appreciate this very much" he began, watching her fingers move skillfully as she affixed the bandage to his wound, and began to tear off another. " I don't know what to do to thank you. I'm sorry I came into your house unannounced. I'm sorry for barging in like this...I needed help and I didn't know where else to go." He was rambling, and he knew it, but he needed to focus on something besides the heat of her hands on him, the tickle of her hair in his face, the scent of her breath.

She taped the final piece of bandage in place and sat back, listening to him intently. He stopped then, he had no idea what to say. He leaned back slightly, so he could look into her eyes. " thank you very much for helping me. " his voice was barely audible, barely a whisper. " I'll leave you alone now" he brushed past her and stood, grabbing his sword in one swift motion, and making his way towards the door.

" Raiden..." Her voice was soft, high, pleading. He turned to face her before he even realised what was happening " don't leave..." She was standing now, her robe open, revealing her perfect body...soft curves and sharp angles, the slight sight of muscles beneath her toned stomach, the curve of flesh leading from her hips, into her panties, and disappearing beneath, leaving little to the imagination. He drug, relentlessly, his eyes back to her face, and felt the breath knocked out of him once again. Her smile, the cock of her eyebrow, the gentle parting of her lips, and a sliver of her pink tongue lashing out,wetting them...he felt it again, that familiar coiling in his belly, a tense lifting between his legs.

He knew that she knew how much he wanted her at that moment, and he didn't care. It was maddening...and he felt like a man walking a tight rope. Any little push could send him over the edge.

" Raiden...please" she dropped the robe, and let it fall in a heap beneath her, and he could feel his mind breaking, soon he would lose his grip...it was all he could do to keep it contained, like an animal caged...

It was almost slow motion when she opened her mouth again, a cool smile creeping like a spider across her delicate features, a knowingness in her eyes, and he could see the wildness bubbling to the surface...and finally, like a volcano, it erupted.

" Fuck me..."

There was no stopping him then, any sanity he was holding back was now broken, the part of him that was shy and sweet, now gone. He dropped his sword to the floor, where it made barely a noise as he crossed the distance between them in two strides. He grabbed her, and before she could utter the smallest sound, he had lifted her off her feet. His hands clutching at the curve of her ass, his nails pushing into her, her skin wetting beneath them, lines of blood appearing. His breathing was ragged, jagged and forced, and he was unwinding.

She pawed at him, her hands clutching his shoulders, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist. She slammed her mouth against his, her tongue tracing a line across his upper lip. He twisted around, sweeping everything off of the bed with one shaking hand. He had to keep control. He had to be careful not to hurt her...break her bones...tear her flesh. Growling, eye flashing red in his desperation, he threw her down, onto the bed, and crawled on top of her, straddling her waist. He leaned on top of her, wrapping his fingers around her thin, black lace bra, he pulled back, tearing it away from her easily. He couldn't get it off of her fast enough, it wasn't enough for him. He couldn't wait, he needed it now...he could feel his rock hard erection pulling, straining at the metal containing it, begging for freedom.

He reached down, hands moving in a metallic blur as he worked to release his growing need. He pulled at buckles and wires, peeling away metal, until finally only a thin piece of cloth stood between him and what he needed. His cock was pulsing, throbbing, almost painful in his need for release, it was straining against it's woven bond. He looked down at her as he pulled away the cloth, and he saw her jaw drop open and her eyes widen at the sight, and the pure, smug satisfaction her expression brought with it with almost more than he could bare.

" oh god..." She breathed, looking up at him, her expression both innocent and almost fearful. He smirked at her, adjusting himself. He squirmed as his eyes moved down her frame. Her skin...her warmth...finally his eyes found her panties, the lace slightly damp where her legs came together, and he could practically feel his mouth water with anticipation. He searched her eyes, reading her, asking, without words for permission. She groaned, arching her back and bucking her hips forward, begging with her eyes...and he needed nothing more. He reached down, and in one swift motion, pulled away the barrier between them, revealing the delicate pink, meeting warm, wet, slick flesh. He touched her then, that aching, yearning part of her, and she jumped, a small sound like the mew of a cat escaping her lips, her hand moving down to where he had touched. He let out a small snort, narrowing his eyes at her. " don't act so innocent now..." He teased her, running one hand down her thigh, and using the other to peel her fingers away.

She smiled at him and licked her lips, deepening his need that much further. He kneeled between her legs and reached down to touch her again, and she stopped him, slamming her legs shut and placed one hand on his chest, pushing him back. He looked down at her, and she chuckled at confused look on his face. " I have to do something first" she explained, pushing him back further. Finally, he bent back until he rested on his elbows, this throbbing member protesting.

She reached down, running her fingertips across the head of his member, forcing a shiver from him. He tensed every muscle, anticipation mounting. She leaned forward, and without warning, wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock. He hissed, growled, shuddered, held his breath. She laughed, which made him growl again, entangling his fingers in her hair.

She flickered her tongue across him, and pulled him deeper into her mouth, until it could go no further, and then wrapped her hand around the base, slightly intrigued by the feeling of wires, screws and bolts beneath the meat in her mouth. He must be...metal on the inside. She moaned at the thought, her eyes sliding shut as she imagined what it would feel like rubbing her from the inside. Through gritted teeth, he threw his head back, fighting.

He couldn't let it happen. He could feel the tension building deep within him, like a mousetrap set to spring...but not yet, he couldn't let it happen yet. He could feel globs of precum dripping from him, and tugged on her hair as she lapped it up hungrily, groaning at the slightly metallic taste on her tongue. When it finally got to the point where he could contain himself no longer, he tugged on her hair, pulling her up to kiss licked her wet, swollen lips, tasting himself on her mouth, and that taste, salty and metallic, almost killed him.

He pushed her back, onto her back, and she watched him as he readjusted himself, one hand clutching his hot, throbbing cock, as he used his other hand to gently but firmly pry her legs apart. She bucked her hips in his direction once more, staring into his eyes, and drawing her tongue across her lips. She guided his hand down, to the wetness between her legs. She moaned when he touched her, grinding her hips against him. He groaned. He could barely take this. He wanted her so bad right now. Nothing had ever been so hard to resist. He pressed his fingers into her, eliciting a squeal from her. He played with her, teasing her, found a spot that made her bite her lip and squirm.

He looked down at her, his fingers moving quickly, until she thrashed and groaned, her breathing hitched and coming faster and faster. He leaned down, staring into her face, lip twitching into a smile as he saw her eyes widen when she realised what he was planning. He grabbed her hips, pulling her toward him, swiftly maneuvering himself beneath her, her legs draped over his broad shoulders.

He buried his face in her, and felt his ego swell when she opened up to him, entwining her fingers in the sheets, biting her lip in a feeble attempt to muffle her sounds of passion. He bombarded her with his fingers, and the lithe, wet sensation of his tongue exploring the most sensitive part of her, and he felt her melting to his touch.

Her lust engulfed him, clouding his thoughts. He felt her need, running in rivers down the seams of metal in his jaw, dripping to the sheets below. The heat of his tongue combined with the coolness of his jaw was a whole new world to her...and it amazed her. She danced beneath his touch, graceful and gorgeous in her gentle rise and fall, arching, limbs contorting. Finally, he felt it building inside, he felt her contracting, felt rolling waves of ecstasy flowing from her. Her release slammed into her with the force of a sledgehammer, muddling her thought, leaving her trembling and sobbing his name.

Climbing to his hands and knees, he moved above her, a truly wicked grin tugging at his lip. He ran his fingertips across her breasts, down over her hips, and finally brought them down to her ass, pulling her towards him, pushing his chest against hers. She shivered at the feel of his armor against her sweating skin. He kissed the tears from her cheeks, and then leaned into her, placing his mouth against her ear, breathing into her.

" I want...inside" he whispered to her, almost embarrassed at his own bluntness. She nodded, mumbling something unintelligible, readjusting herself so that her head was on a pillow, her hair tussled slightly, her legs spread beneath him, ready and waiting, practically begging for it. He felt like he had waited for an eternity for this moment, and it was almost inconceivable that it was happening. He pressed his member against her, gauging her emotion, watching her expression. He pushed inside of her, painfully slow, for he knew if he went any faster, it was likely he would explode.

After what seemed like forever, he was finally sheathed inside of her, and she sighed, pressing her hips against his.

She felt him stretching her, filling her...owning her. And she loved it. She wiggled, bucked, and arched, begging him to move inside of her. She was so excited for this feeling, and she couldn't stop now.

He lowered his head, concentrating, his eyes cloaked in shadow. She was flesh and bone, blood. Innocent and so beautiful. She was...breakable. Fragile. He was the opposite. Steel and wire, unstoppable. A maniacal grin split his face like an axe. She was his, now...and he could do whatever he wanted to her. She would bend to his will...or he would break her. The only thought in his head was her...and what he would do to hear her scream...

He pulled backward, staring down at her, grinning. He reached down, his mouth on her ear, as he wrapped both hands around her neck.

"Anna..."

" Yea?

"Scream for me..."

He slammed into her with all his force, and she gasped. Again, he pulled out and smashed forward, and this time her hands shot up, grabbed his hair, pulled his head back. He laughed, an evil sound, ringing throughout the house. Their hips were meeting with a sickening force, and he could practically feel the bruises forming where steel met bone. Again, he pushed, rolled his hips as he penetrated, and finally...that sound. She was screaming, clawing at him, her head tossed back and her spine arched in an impossible curve.

He was pushing so hard, he was being so rough, he had turned into an animal, something she had never seen before...but she loved it. She felt him inside of her, his cock pulsing, and it was the most amazing feeling. She pushed into him, and let out a deep, guttural sound. He stopped then, and released her neck, lowering his hands to the curve of her waist. He continued his thrusts, but slower, and he lifted his head, looking into her eyes.

Raiden could see his fingerprints dotting the creamy skin of her neck, the sweat trickling down her shoulders, and the pure lust in her sapphire eyes. Her eyes melted him...and he felt like a man who had jumped off a cliff.

He felt the orgasm in the base of his spine, like a bolt of lightning that spread to every limb, and crashed into his skull like a wrecking ball. His eyes slid closed, and he saw bright whiteness, dripping, spurting, and he was groaning. He felt as if he was the one who had broken, as if the orgasm had been ripped from him and pulled inside of her. He collapsed on top of her, but was careful not to hurt her. He could feel his seed spilling out of her, dripping onto the bedspread, wetting her thighs, and collecting in a puddle beneath them.

Without a moments thought he slid out of her. Handling her roughly, he flipped her onto her stomach. He jammed a knee between her legs, forcing them apart, and he kneeled between them, cupping her ass in both hands. He bent over her, lifting a hand momentarily to bush her hair away from her ear.

" Anna, do you trust me?"

He smiled when he saw her nod.

He brought his hand out from behind her, holding it gently in front of her mouth, nuzzling his cheek against her shoulder.

" spit"

With a puzzled look, she glanced over her shoulder at him, frowning. He chuckled.

" just do it"

She did as she was told, spitting into his upturned hand. His hand disappeared behind her back once more, and she was utterly clueless. She felt him moving between her legs, readjusting himself, spreading her legs. She felt his hand, running up her thigh, and finally brushing across her ass, spreading it.

" Raiden...what are you doing..."

She felt his other hand now, gently running between her spread cheeks, and a wet finger running down. Realisation hit her like a ton of bricks. She turned her head, looking at his face. Stern determination gripped his features and he repositioned himself on his knees, his hands found purchase on her hips. He dug in with his fingernails, taking her ability to move away from her, giving her no choice but to accept it, as she had to way to fend him off.

She felt a slick, firm pressure as he pressed into her, barely penetrating. He leaned forward once more, and she jerked away, squealing.

"Have you ever had it in your ass before?"

Studying his eyes, she shook her head slowly, though she knew that regardless of her answer, it was happening. He pulled her up onto her knees, slowly, and with a few grunts and whimpers, buried his dick in her until his hips met the curve of her ass.

He pulled back gently, and began to thrust forward, vision blurring at the unbelievable tightness wrapped around him. Her hands grabbed his, and he felt her voice crack as she spoke.

" oh god...too much. It hurts. It's too big..."

He let out a laugh, leaning down to her once more, wrapping his arms tenderly around her, resting his lip against her shoulder. Possible the first act of compassion her had ever shown...anyone.

" Anna...trust me"

She swallowed thickly, and released his hands, nodding.

He ran a fingertip up her spine, distracting her from this new sensation. After a few more minutes, enough time, he felt, for her to get used to him inside of her, he sat back on his heels. He pulled her down with him, so she sat with her back against his chest, leaning against him, her head on his shoulder.

He began to rock her, moving with her at first, and then, a little more each time, allowing her to move more freely, until she was bouncing on his dick. She began to whimper, the whimpers evolving to moans, until, much to Raidens satisfaction, she was screaming his name. He returned his hands to her hips, guiding her in their fluid motion, his fingernails digging into her sweet flesh.

Without warning, she grabbed his hand, guiding it between her legs, and pressing his fingers into her.

" touch me...please, touch me"

With an evil smile, he complied. He didn't need to be told twice. He rubbed her, his fingers circling her clit, and he groaned when she pressed her hips against his stomach, changing the angle his cock moved inside of her. He reached up, gathering her dark hair in his fingers, pulling her head back. He began to thrust into her as she bounced, pushing himself into her as far as he could possibly manage.

Her thighs were quivering, her breathing began to sharpen, her screams changing to tiny squeaks in her throat. She placed her hand over his, guiding him in a fast rhythm, and he felt a river dripping from within her. He knew, then, she was about to erupt.

He twisted his head, fast, like a cobra striking, sinking his teeth into the flesh on her neck, and she screamed. A gush of fluid soaked his fingers, and he could feel her convulsing. It sent shock waves through him, and he rode out her orgasm, pounding her until his own climax mounted.

He pulled out quickly, clamping a hand around his cock as he pushed her down, rolling her onto her back. He kneeled over her, biting his tongue, afraid of the sound that wanted out of him. He stroked himself hard, felt that familiar stranglehold at the base of his cock. Finally, with a series of soft grunts, he came, pumping thick streams of hot semen across her chest and face.

He wilted, shivering. He collapsed in a heap next to her, his breathing laboured, his heart pounding against his rib cage.