The little fire they started in that metal bin provided more light than she had needed. Bloody Jesus. I can see everything.
His chest, the angry red and peachy tissue danced in luminosity of the amber firelight. All day she had been thirsty. And now the mirage was taunting her in full sight. He's all mine. And he would do whatever I tell him to do. Only one way to find out if his 'contract' includes this kind of thing. She uncrossed her arms and pushed off the desk. She stood up straight, pushing the nerves out of her worrying head.
"Charon." He stopped rummaging through his supplies, every tendon in smooth motion as he straightened his back to face her. Expressionless cataracts looked at her.
"Yes?" The silence was getting stale. So she went for it.
"I order you to fuck me."
The wind rushed out of her as she felt herself flying. Backwards, forced up into the wall of that warehouse basement. Rotting plaster exploded from the impact and surrounded them in a cloud of dust. She fought the impulse to cough as she felt his rough dry mouth on hers. Lips. He has no lips. But that was fine. She liked the dry papery tissue that remained. He smelled better than the rest of Underworld, that was a plus. Like rust and leather; blood and death.
His mouth was firm and assertive, like he was. Exploring all the curves of her jaw and neck she tilted her head back and sighed as her fingers dug into the rippled tendons of his back. Patches of skin, some still flaking and some still attached brought complexity to her senses. He growled as he tore angrily at her vest, trying to muscle the straps of her armor off of her. It hurt a little more than she liked, the material digging into her flesh. "Stop." He froze, suddenly standing straight with arms to his side. He looked at her with the hunger she finally confirmed she hadn't imagined. Now he was scowling, but obedient. Always obedient. "Don't give me that look. We're not stopping this." She easily unbuckled and dropped the more frustrating ensemble to the floor as she put her hand onto his chest. They both were breathing heavily, the anticipation a thrill she hadn't felt before. She was in her undershirt, compression bra soaked in her sweat and her still relatively sundeprived skin decorated in splotches of brown and gray dirt. Turning her focus back to him, she put her hands on his chest and enjoyed the inferno temperature that radiated off of him. He was hot. And his pulse exploded with every beat against her fingertips. "Continue."
He grabbed her by the waist and firmly lifted her up to his level. Mouths locked in battle while his rough large hands supported her backside she gasped and moaned while wrapping her legs around his hips. Grinding against that sweet spot, already so heated and solid, she brought her hands to his head. She was enjoying the last tufts of hair that remained and savoring the feeling of his teeth nipping at the skin of her neck. She found herself pushed onto the desk, the clatter of falling ammo rounds and shattering bottles added to the thirst as she clawed at his belt while keeping her mouth busy.
The audible ripping of her shirt made her laugh while the ghoul growled and pushed her bra up above her breasts. He pulled back to take in the sight of her bare chest; she was in the presence of a man who had not seen a naked woman in decades. She knew she didn't really empathized but she did sympathize. She let the loaded pause elapse while catching her breath, her lungs making her rib cage expand and contract at his benefit. But she was getting impatient. She had the need. "How long has it been, Charon? Tell me." She licked her lips and basked in the arrogance-no, drunk on the power-of her position over him. He was so much larger. So much stronger. And he was completely powerless to her.
"Longer than you've been alive, pipsqueak." He grabbed her throat and shoulder, pushing her back onto the cold table while he licked at her breasts hungrily. His breath and saliva were hot and wet, her nipples stiffening against his teasing teeth. His barking words and savage noises made her skin rise with goosebumps and she shivered as her pants were peeled to her ankles.
"Oh, God." His chin and jaw had coursed down to her lower stomach and to her underwear. Her legs were forced wide apart as he lowered himself to his knees and brought his tongue over the fabric of her panties. It was like the sensation of direct sunlight on bare skin down there and left her arching her back; panting.
"Not God. Only me." A hand squeezed a breast while the last fabric of her privacy was peeled away. And, to her regretful rumination, the typical flashbacks rushed through. She was ten again. And Mr. Mack was dropping by to 'borrow Dad's baseball glove' while he was still in the clinic. Don't tell, little girl. Or you'll be sorry. "Do you want me to continue?"
She jerked her head up as she returned to the present, realizing her hands had been balled in fists and her arms crossed in a defensive gesture. He was standing over her again, but with confusion and uncertainty. And insecurity. Fuck, she knew what this looked like. Her legs weren't happily splayed apart like they were earlier and a tear had already snuck past her eye. It had trailed up to her temple as she lay there breathing heavily. But it wasn't because he was a ghoul, oh no. He thinks that's where this is coming from. She sat up and put her hands to his wrists, pulling them up to have his palms rest on her shoulders. He stood up straight, his waist at her eye level. "Yes. I'll tell you when I want you to stop." She kept her eyes locked on his while she pulled at the waistband of his pants. His height was perfect for this: her, perched on her pedestal and him, erect and on his feet with his hips at her shoulders. She worked her way until she found what she needed. Never breaking eye contact, never showing a sign of weakness, she kept her face tilted up to the man that was her responsibility now. And took care of him in the best of ways. Her lips took in his member and proceeded to move her head back and forth.
He hissed and cursed while fisting handfuls of her dirty hair and pushing and pulling her as she continued. Her throat felt raw, but it was a good kind of raw. The mood came back with a furious vengeance, her hands gripping his glutes until she slapped a skinless cheek firmly. He tasted of precum, salt, and what could only be compared to as raw mole rat meat. But that wouldn't phase her. She pushed his pelvis away, getting to her feet to wrap her hands around the back of his neck and pull him down to her. He had her pinned to that desk, every muscle like a heated machine that synchronized perfectly to have her trapped happily in its complexity of arms, chest, and legs. She saw red-all from the veins and the true nakedness of his anatomy.
His cock was pressed against her, the sultry flush down there having her closing her eyes and preparing for him. Everything about him was massive-and this was no exception. She appreciated his efforts to go slow. He was aware of their significant size difference, but the level of persistence in his pushing and prodding was purely animal. And for a brief second she doubted he would stop even if she had ordered him. The sting of him entering her was afresh and akin to what she remembered was her first time, but she was happier to have this giant inside of her than the boogeyman from her past. She kept her eyes tight while digging her nails into his upper arms as he grunted and pushed himself completely within her.
They weren't in a state of self awareness any longer. Him, the passionate and deprived warrior was having his reward with all the violent relish and ravenous rabidity she only fantasized about in her naughtier nights. She began to understand the level of danger of a feral as she tried to move with his onslaught thrusts into her. She was letting out gasped cries with every force, the sound of their bodies slapping against each other adding to the primal pleasure. "Charon. Yes."
That seemed to only intensify and vex him. He stopped, pulling out of her while she squeaked her protest. He pulled her legs closer to him, her shoulder blades the only support on their table and he flipped her over onto her stomach. Legs dangling over the side she felt his rugged hands pressed against her butt cheek and then he reentered her, pounding with a growl and erupted into an inhuman speed. She cried out as the sensation struck her in surprise. Carnal ecstasy spread down to her toes and she writhed as he continued his rhythm unphased. Pulling out to change position, he hoisted her up and sat on the table while lowering her back onto him. His fingers seemed uncertain but intent as they explored her and played until she responded appropriately. He kept the motions while she lifted herself up and down onto his manhood, happily riding him as he pulled at her nipples.
When she felt him come, she was a little surprised. I guess I can add that bit of medical knowledge to the ghouls chapter, now. She felt the familiar intense warmth spread inside of her, his seed a comforting feeling as he kept himself inside. He was panting, his husky gasps almost wheezy against the back of her head. "Tell me what you want." He kissed the crown of her head and ran his hands all over her torso. The nasal aperture of his skull scratched her skin as he continued to lick and mouth her neck. It tickled a little, returning those goosebumps that he seemed to enjoy rubbing.
She was feeling generous. And a little greedy. "I want you to do to me all the things you've wanted to do to a woman while you were stuck in that hellhole all those years." She could feel him pause, uncertain. He grew tense.
"If that is your wish..." He seemed hesitant, almost wary. He chose his words carefully. "It may not be what you want."
She bit her lip to that sentence, swallowing back the bloatflies in her stomach. His words enthralled her, to the point of being overwhelmed again. "Good."
He picked her up by her upper arms, lifting her with ease. He carried her to the dingy mattress in the corner and lowered her onto it. As he sank to his knees, he gazed into her face with that rough disgruntled expression and pushed her chest until she lay on her back and looked up at him. The ceiling was all black, and his face was more orange shadow than missing skin. Her blood was racing as he lowered his face to her. And kissed her lips, slowly and sensuously. Her eyelids drifted shut as he sank onto her, seemingly out of exhaustion. A little disappointed, but not dissatisfied, she made no protest. But then his arms wrapped around her. And he pulled her close to him. It confused her for a moment, and she lifted her head to look down at him startled. He looked back at her and put his hand to her cheek. "You are so beautiful." She blinked and chose to play along. She kissed him again, now as a sweet girl and not a ravenous succubus. She lowered her cheek to his chest, feeling his accelerated heartbeat gradually slow down. He trailed his finger up and down her shoulder, his loud breathing like a lullaby. And as they fell asleep he kept his arms around her carefully, in a tender way she had never experienced before.