Revy was contradicted. In one instance she was pissed that Balalaika had threatened her partner, Rock. On the other hand, well, she was ridiculously turned on. The whole time the Russian was bent over Rock with a gun to his face Revy had a perfect view of how obnoxiously well-fitting that fucking business skirt fit the crime boss. She had fleeting moments where she wished she could be the one being so temptingly threatened. To feel Balalaika's strength as she threw her against some surface and the bruising force of a gun pressed to her body... Of course, her fantasy ended a little differently than Rock's reality, but still... Shit.
Later that day while Rock was visiting with the Washimine chick, Revy decided to pay her own visit to the woman of the hour. On the ship that hotel Moscow was using as their base of operations, Revy was informed that Balalaika was in the briefing room after having her guns confiscated. It irked her, but in reality, it added to the sense of danger and arousal of what she had in mind. Revy knocked and entered the room, closing the steel door behind her. The blond Russian was sitting at a desk, pictures of the local yakuza on a board behind her and papers spread out before her. Tossing her jacket aside, Revy walked further into the room.
"What do you want, Two Hands?" The irritation was evident in Balalaika's voice.
Revy swallowed the thrill that recklessly trembled through her, "I uhh...I'm not too sure," she admitted, coming closer.
"Don't waste my time. Tomorrow will be busy for you."
"I'd rather get busy today," Revy mumbled to herself.
"What was that?" Why the hell was her voice so sultry?
Revy stared at the way Balalaika's breasts strained against the blouse of her suit, "Anego...how about a little distraction? These guys are so simple to wipe out, surely you can waste a little time with me."
Balalaika raised an elegant eyebrow, "What do you want?"
"You," Revy breathed; her heart pounding as she stepped even closer, within arm's reach of the deadly woman.
Balalaika snatched Revy up, slamming her onto the desk. The breath was knocked out of Revy, but pure pleasure sang down her spine to coil in her groin. She fought a moan when Balalaika stepped between her legs, her thigh pressing between Revy's, so close to her crotch. Balalaika's eyebrow hitched again as she considered the scenario.
"A distraction, you? You give yourself took much credit, Two Hands."
"Tell me that afterwards, if you still feel the same," Revy purred.
Icy eyes meet golden hazel as Balalaika tested the commitment in Revy's words and considered the idea. She changed her grip on the sailor, transferring from shirt collar to neck. Revy couldn't help the moan that slipped from her lips when the Russian wrapped long fingers around her slender neck.
"You have a terrible sense of self preservation, Rebecca," Balalaika hummed.
"At least you could send me off well, huh sis?"
Balalaika laughed, "Should I do you the mercy?"
Daringly, Revy grabbed the long bangs on either side of Balalaika's face and pulled her down to her own, crushing herlips to the fearsome Russian. The surprising contrast of hardcore bitch with soft sensuous lips had Revy groaning already but the Russian would not be dominated. Balalaika bit Revy's lip hard, sucking until she felt skin break and tasted the sweet metallic blood that welled from the wound. Revy threw a leg around Balalaika's hip, drawing her body closer to her quickly heating core. Balalaika pulled back a little, drawing Revy's lip in a tight line until she finally released it.
"You really want this then beg for it, Rebecca," she said lowly. "Beg wisely."
Revy took Balalaika's free hand and guided it to her pussy, slipping underneath her stockings so she could feel the beginnings of her arousal, "Fuck me, you war monger. See if you can get me to cry out your name," she grinned, "If you can."
Balalaika squeezed Revy's groin, having her gasp inches from her face, "Not only will you cry my name, you little bitch, but you'll call me Master."
"Fat chance," Revy chuckled only to have the smirked wiped from her face by inch long nails dragging over her pussy. "Shit," she moaned.
"Don't dig yourself into a deeper hole, Rebecca," Balalaika grinned. "You think you can distract me?"
"Guaranteed at least thirty minutes from you; today at least," Revy panted confidently.
Balalaika laughed again, "Think you'll survive to get another chance? I never took you for such a comedian."
"Bleed me, bite me, fuck me, Anego; but I promise you'll want to do it again," Revy lifted her free leg to the edge of the desk, increasing the maneuverability of Balalaika's hand. "We both want this now."
Balalaika kissed Revy again, this time of her volition. She licked at the blood on her lip before sending her tongue between Revy's teeth to conquer her mouth. At the same time she continued to tease the gunslinger's pussy, dragging nails over her most delicate bits. Revy gasped, tunneling her fingers through the thick mass of blond hair, pulling the Russian's head harder to her own. Balalaika released Revy's neck to pull her sweater up, pushing aside the bra and exposing plump perky breasts. She rolled and pinched a nipple between the pads of her fingers, eliciting a moan from Revy and shuddering clenches that pulled them even closer together. Revy bit Balalaika's tongue; sucking deep to feel the muscle writhe inside her mouth. Balalaika squeezed Revy's groin, forcing her arousal to seep over her fingers as she sent two digits exploring. Revy felt those nails scratching inside her body, the pads of her fingers pressing over her G spot. She cried out, throwing her head back and bucking her hips, wanting more. Needing more. Balalaika used the break to chew down Revy's neck, nipping and biting as the sailor writhed beneath her force. Revy raised her arms to steal across the buttons lining Balalaika's blouse, undoing them in seconds as she sought bare skin. Once the blouse was conquered, she started on the dress shirt. Balalaika's breasts spilled into Revy's hands once she had the shirt open and pulled aside the bra. She smoothed her hands under the soft flesh, taking interest in the smooth and rough texture of the scars and pure skin. Balalaika bit Revy's neck at the collar the same time Revy pinched her nipples, hiding her moan in the aggressive action. She ground her palm against Revy's clit, fingers pressing harder, causing the sailor to arch into her caress.
"Fuckin' yes!" Revy growled, thrusting her hips, "That's good."
Balalaika smirked, nibbling lower to Revy's breasts. She took a mouthful of flesh between her teeth, tongue teasing the nipple and Revy wrapped arms around Balalaika's shoulders, pulling her closer still. Heat and pleasure choked Revy, wrapping her tightly in a fucked up burrito of dangerous sex. Breathless, Revy dared to keep playing with Balalaika's breasts, pulling her nipples, teasing the hardened bud. Balalaika felt the telltale signs of orgasm wrapping Revy in its clutches and pulled back leaving the disheveled girl devoid of physical stimulation.
"Don't stop, Anego,"she panted. "Just a little more."
"If you want to cum, Rebecca, you're going to have to make me cum first. I don't reward reckless behavior."
"If you insist, sis," Revy grinned.
Revy quickly snapped both legs behind Balalaika's knees, thrusting herself forward to knock the Russian off balance at the same second. They both fell to the floor, Revy landing on top and tearing Balalaika's shirt off her shoulders. She set teeth to the scarred collar, sucking and nibbling as she traveled around to spots that made the blond shudder. Balalaika shoved Revy's sweater over her head, ridding herself of the fabric and exposing her fair skin to the wrath of her inch long nails. Claws bit into skin as Revy latched onto Balalaika's scarred nipple, chewing to elicit a reaction from her. Revy was relieved that she assumed correctly in this case. She sent her hands seeking: undoing the skirt, pushing it away as she delved under the hem of soft panties to find that Balalaika was indeed wet. Revy moaned in triumph, sucking a nipple and mouthful of flesh between her teeth as she slipped a finger into the tight heat of the Russian. Balalaika's nails dug in deeper, a quiet moan escaping her mouth as Revy roved around inside her. The gunslinger added another finger to the wet channel, compounding the pressure by thumbing the Russian's clit. Balalaika had one hand clutching at the back of Revy's head, tearing away at the hair tie, the other pushing down the hindrance of her stockings to bare her ass. She took a handful of that tight ass and dug her nails in, channeling her pleasure as Revy lifted her closer to orgasm. Balalaika moaned as Revy turned her hand, brushing harder, a different angle. The Russian gave a long satisfied sigh as relief washed through her and her body clenched. Balalaika basked in the afterglow, but Revy didn't stop; she nibbled along the scars on her ribs and hip, nuzzling her face in the course blonde patch above the crux of her thighs.
"Revy, wait a second. I just ca-" Balalaika was cut off by Revy latching onto her clit.
Balalaika threw her head back, her body bucking as Revy continued to move her fingers in her cunt. Flicking her clitoris with the tip of her tongue and then abruptly rubbing and sucking it against her mouth had Balalaika dancing. The Russian clutched at Revy's shoulders, claws digging in harder every time Revy made her writhe. Her next orgasm exploded out of her, her hands ripping up the sailors back. Revy cried out into Balalaika's pussy, an abrupt sound at the sudden tearing of her flesh. She pulled away from Balalaika, sitting up and feeling the blood run down her back and over her shoulders. She watched a plump drop trail a sanguine line over the curve of her tit. The stinging tingles sent pulses of pleasure from her shoulders to her groin.
"Fuckin' a, Anego, that's going to hurt like a bitch later," Revy groaned, knowing later had nothing to do with how good it felt now.
Her pussy pulsed and Revy shucked her stockings to push her panties aside and slip two fingers inside her hungry pussy. She rocked on her knees, hips thrusting as she palmed a tit, spreading her blood around it. Balalaika was finally recovered enough to watch Revy ride her own fingers, the sight of her blood and arousal literally dripping from her body caught her breath. She picked at the bits of flesh stuck under her nails and crawled to Revy, whom just opened her eyes to be ensnared by icy blues.
"I didn't give you permission for that; did I, Rebecca?"
Revy moaned, but her hands stopped, "You said to make you cum first. You came twice, Anego." Revy's pussy twitched around her unmoving fingers, drawing a shuddering breath from her.
"You want your reward, is that it, Rebecca?" Balalaika was a bit away from her face, able to see her bloody shoulders and pulsing pussy.
"Yes," Revy sighed. "I want it."
"Hands up, Rebecca. Stop touching yourself; that's why I'm here."
Revy grit her teeth and pulled her hands free, raising them to the air just above her head. Balalaika marveled again at the blood smeared across the gunslinger's body, the obedience as she was commanded and the tendril of her arousal that hung from her fingers. Perhaps the little slut did need a reward. She grabbed her hair, pulling her in for a bruising kiss and pushed her down to her back. Whether it was a groan or moan, Balalaika swallowed Revy's sounds. She caught up a wrist and ground it into the floor, her body pressing tightly to the shorter woman. Balalaika brought a knee between Revy's legs, rubbing and bumping against her sex. Revy moaned, her body rolling beneath Balalaika, but it wasn't enough.
"Anego...more. Fuck me, please!"
Balalaika conceded finally, moving her knee to palm Revy's heated core and carefully pushed two fingers inside. Revy moaned, clutching at that hand, not wanting her to stop. Balalaika grinded her palm against Revy's cunt, carefully driving her long nails along the vulnerable insides. Just as Revy was climbing high on that precipice, Balalaika had another idea and stopped. Revy roared in frustration, tears in her eyes, trying to grind her hips but Balalaika held her pinned.
"Anego what the fuck?" Revy moaned in frustration. "Is this your idea of fun?"
"Shut up, Rebecca. You know full well what I want from you before I reward anything fully."
"You bitch," Revy growled then whimpered as Balalaika retrieved her hand.
Balalaika got up and went over to her desk to sit down, "By the way, you should hurry. I have a meeting in 15 minutes." She pulled out a cigar and lit it.
Horny beyond any good sense, Revy jumped up and went to the Russian, sitting on her thigh. She moaned as she dragged her pussy over smooth and scarred flesh and Balalaika encouraged her on, a hand behind her hip with the cigar balanced between long fingers.
"You may cum on my thigh, little slut. You have your Master's permission," Balalaika grinned, taking a puff of cigar.
Revy rocked her hips frantically, the shire of orgasm teasing her with its closeness and unattainability. She only had fifteen minutes; she had to play properly if she wanted to cum today. She draped both arms behind Balalaika's neck, pulling their faces close as she panted against her neck, rubbing her clit over a scarred ridge on her thigh.
"Balalaika...Master," Revy whined, "Please bite your bitch."
A thrill of excitement zipped down Balalaika's spine hearing those sultry words and she leaned in and set her teeth on Revy's neck, opposite of another bite bruising deeply on the other side. She could feel the girl's pussy twitching on her thigh as she continued to bite down. Revy cried out, shuddering and gasping as she finally came, making a mess of Balalaika's thigh. The Russian released Revy's neck as the girl went limp, almost sliding off her thigh if she hadn't been holding onto her. Revy panted against her chest, cheek pressed to rough scar tissue, her body still hot and demanding. Balalaika could feel her pussy spasm against her thigh.
Revy grit her teeth, "It's not enough. Master, please fuck your bitch."
"Rebecca, you're getting good at begging. Up on the table, on your back. I want your heels and hands on the same ledge," Balalaika ordered. "Hurry, we've got just a few minutes."
Revy obediently complied, hurrying onto the desk, holding the same ledge her feet were at was uncomfortable; she had to arch her back to drop her shoulders enough to reach. Once in position, she spread her thighs wider, feeling her arousal oozing from her body. She panted and moaned, almost pleading for the domineering woman to touch her again. Balalaika observed Revy for a moment, enjoying the sight of the high spirited girl spread out as such.
"Good girl, Rebecca," Balalaika took a pull from her cigar. "If either your hands or feet come up off that desk then we're done, understand?"
"Yes. Please, put your fingers in me, or your mouth. Fuck me fast," Revy groaned. "Fuck me hard!"
Her arousal was already dripping off her ass and down the side of the desk underneath her. A slow ooze like honey and Balalaika did want to taste it. She held the cigar between her teeth as she carefully pushed two fingers up into Revy, wary of her claws. Revy's hands flexed on the ledge, a ragged sigh rattling from between her lips. Balalaika worked her over, building her up while puffing away on the cigar. She started to lean in, her free hand taking control of the cigar so that she could use her mouth on Revy. She licked across the slick bud, swirling her tongue around her fingers intrusion. Revy pleaded and twitched, but held firm. Balalaika could feel the quickening of her body and latched onto her clit, sucking powerfully. Revy cried out, speeding towards orgasm. Just as she came, Balalaika reared back, flicked her over the edge of pleasure and pressed the hot cherry of her cigar to her inner thigh. Revy hissed, but Balalaika only held it there for mere seconds, enough to leave a mark but not enough to permanently scar. She decided that she did want to do this again, and it would be before this mark faded away.
Revy continued to shudder until Balalaika pulled her fingers free of Revy, unleashing another torrent of her cum to spill over the side of the desk. Freed, the gunslinger fell slack, her heels falling from the edge to rest on a partially open drawer as she rode the aftershocks. Her pussy trembled happily; perhaps she could find it in her to say master every once in a while. Revy heard Balalaika cuss in Russian and looked up to see her lackluster glare aimed between Revy's legs. Before she could be self-conscious about it, Balalaika pulled up her open tin of cigars covered in Revy's cum. Revy let her head lie back before she got stupid enough to laugh. Without hitting the Russian, she kicked her feet up and over her head, flipping off the desk. She stumbled to her knees as she realized just how much damage she sustained. Her back was a bloody mess that she could see, but there was more blood than wound there. She saw the puffy red mark on her inner thigh where she was burned and the myriad of welts crisscrossing her body and thighs. She sighed, thank God here in Japan she was mostly covered up. She pulled her stockings back up and found her turtleneck sweater, donning that as well. Locating her skirt, she slipped that on and put on her jacket, checking her pockets for her gloves. She brushed the collar of her turtleneck, hoping that it covered whatever marks were on her neck. Stepping back into her boots completed her ensemble and she looked at Balalaika, whom was immaculately dressed once more as well. Aside from slightly puffy lips and a gleam in her eye, she looked as though nothing had happened.
"Tell me I at least left a mark," Revy muttered, staring at the perfection of Balalaika's body tightly held behind her suit.
Balalaika gave Revy an icy glare, "My nipples and groin have marks which you will pay for."
Revy stared flatly at the Russian, a dangerous retort on her lips, instead she opted for, "I think I already paid in full."
"You of all people should know how things work between a Master and her bitch, Rebecca."
"Must not be much of a Master if I marked you," Revy shrugged. "Anyways, I won. I distracted you for more than thirty minutes and you want to do this again."
"And you screamed and called me Master, more than once. Don't think you're the only one getting what you want."
"Right, Anego. I'm out of here, have fun with that meeting," Revy headed out the door, poking her head back to add, "and enjoy those cigars."
Balalaika cussed after her laughing retreat and looked at the pack: they still glistened. Maybe she could still smoke them or at least curse Revy trying. She didn't have time to shower before the meeting but she could at least wash her hands and face. Thankfully the meeting was in a different room as well; this one currently smelled of pussy. The whole while during the meeting she alternated between chewing on an unlit cigar or resting her chin on her hands; both still smelled like Revy, but the cigar tasted like her. Whatever the Embassy Russians though about her not lighting up, Balalaika knew that Revy would pay dearly for the cigars; accident or not.