Hello again! After a semi-long break, I return...This time with steamy goodness. If you don't get down with that then about half way through i recommend you stop reading. There's no more information to be had once you're HALFWAY through. More chapters are already in the making so hang around, and R&R.
Chapter 9: My Hoodie.
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Ink ran into the Varrock emergency hospital carrying a passed out Cally with Desma and Locrusilas hot on his heels. The hospital staff had checked her in, and after she was stitched up the doctor adminestered some healing magic and signed cally off with a clean bill of health. Alem was already healed and ready to leave with Desma. He caught Loc on the way out with his partner and slipped him a number.
"Give me a call on the handorb anytime you need anything." He said to the warrior and shook his hand. With that the war hammer man and the blue haired woman were gone, headed for god knows what.
The only truly unlucky one was Aberaii. The bear hug had caused one of her spinal disks to force its way out of place. She would go into surgery tonight and recover for a day. Loc was visiting with her at the moment, and since Ink knew he'd be there for a while the druid left the dark man and his receptionist in private.
"How does she look?" A blonde archer had asked ink as he closed the door to the mage's room..
"Not good." He answered. "She's really doped up, and while he was in there the doctor said that even after surgery Aberaii might not be able to move on her own." Cally's hopeful facade had faltered.
"Loc's not holding up much better either..." The tan druid said after a moment. "With his fiance in the hospital, plus the fact that we just may be outta work...Well, its taking it's toll on the man...What?" He asked after he caught Cally staring at him.
"Fiance? I didn't know they were engaged..." She trailed off.
"Yeah...He proposed to her about three months ago. Right in the middle of the HQ." His faced dropped even farther remembering the building was only a fraction of its former self when they'd left it. "The chief's dead, along with countless others... what would have caused the assault like that? It was set up with efficiency in mind, so they were after something..." the druid pondered. He was cut from his thoughts as the dark leader exited the brunette's room.
"Hey...I'm gonna be staying here for tonight..." Ink could feel the worry the man had built up. "Don't worry though, the hospital staff actually has a wing designed for over night guests. Here, take these-" He reached in his now bloody rune pouch and pulled out a few of the pebble sized stones. "Get yourself home and take a well deserved rest. We'll discuss what's gonna be happening tomorrow afternoon." Without another word the man walked back in to the room, leaving the archer and druid to get themselves home.
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When the two arrived at the HQ, Ink walked into the leader's office. He had already told Cally that she could go ahead and get some sleep if she wanted, and she did exactly that. The tan man had already found what he was looking for, which would be special instructions regarding the death of the guild chief. Ink was actually shocked at what had happened. The old man had 'died' before, but it was always faked to get the enemy thinking that the guild had dissolved as was customary with a leader's death. Now though, it wasn't an enemy bragging they had scored a kill...It was a report from a fellow guild operative who had personally witnessed the old man's downfall. He took a swig of the booze Locrusilas always kept in the drawer of his desk and began reading.
'In the event of guild death...in event of raid...ah, here we are.' He though to himself and turned the small stapled stack of papers to the correct page.
'In the event of the death of the guild chief...yada yada yada...fake death...yada yada yada...huh?" The dirt eyed man had to double take at the phrase.
'In the event of the actual death of the guild chief, ownership of the guild is immeadiatly transferred to the next available guild operative from the previous guild chief's blood line. Should they turn down the position, the job will move further down the line...should all applicants turn down the job, ownership of the guild is headed to the operative with the highest stock shares at time of guild chief's death." He was shocked again. the man honestly didn't know if the chief HAD descendents...combine that with the richie fucks in the guild who just loved to wave around cash and the guild would turn to shit in no time. The poor man was half tempted to just walk away from guild work. He couldn't though...he needed the money and access the guild work brought in. He never would have gotten as stong as he was without it. Ink needed to be strong...strong enough to overthrow a whole kingdom...
That's exactly what he planned to do.
"Wait...what if the guild chief position...I could..." He took out his notebook and scribbled down a few notes before taking another swig from the bottle of vodka. Eventually a knock was heard at the door. Ink hastily closed his notebook and shoved it in his pocket before yelling for the knocker to come in. Cally opened the door and walked in; the druid's attention was immeadiatly caught.
"Hey. Loc just called. He said Aberaii was awake and that he'd be home with her tomorrow...What's wrong?" She finally asked after a pause. Ink regained his composure after a moment and spoke.
"Nice legs." The druid said with a dry throat and a grin. The girl had come bounding into the room wearing nothing but one of ink's spare white hoodies. It was too big for her though and it ended at her upper thigh.
"Yup. All my clothes were either dirty or bloody now, sooo..." She said nonchalontly. The blonde came over and sat on his lap at the desk. Ink's cool facade dropped and his face got as red as a tan person's face could get. He could handle when she slept next to him at night because hell, she was clothed. But for god's sake, when you come up to a man dressed only in HIS clothes...There was a limit god dammit! Ink took another swig of the vodka however, and did his best to remain calm and collected.
"Whatcha lookin' at?" She asked when she noticed all the papers spread over the desk.
"Just-*ahem*- Just some papers concerning what do to when the chief passes on." He finished and Cally stole the bottle from his hand. She took a few gulps, set it on the table, and quickly began to go through the papers. Ink was going through hell right now. Here was a blonde, sitting on his lap, leaning foward in HIS hoodie. The man's blood was rushing towards a certain spot, and it took every ounce of willpower to reverse the flow to avoid creeping the girl out.
"It says we wait for a call..." She finally spoke after a small moment.
"Yeah, I saw that too. Normally the guild chief'll fake his death, so the enemy will think the guild dissolves, but...you heard what geppetto said. He actually saw the chief die." The grim memory overtook the room for a moment before Cally spoke up again.
"So now what?" She asked.
"We wait." Ink said. He took out a cigarette and lit up. After exhaling he continued. "I'm gonna talk to Loc when he gets back and we'll figure out what to do from there...Hey...You okay?" He asked. She was crying. He hated when women cried because he always felt like he was at fault.
"I...I thought we were...gonna die...I thought we all did...I remember getting hit-" She grabbed her shoulder where the axe red had thrown connected. "-and before I blacked out I thought we were all gonna die..." Sobs wracked her body and she felt stupid. She was crying over the same people she had been been trying to kill, but that was before she found the actual worth of people. Everyone had their own ideals and it just took a small beating before she realized that. Well, a small beating and two people she was sure she could trust her life to.
Ink leaned foward and pulled the archer by her waist back to him. He held her like that for a minute but she still cried. He told her over and over that he wasn't going to die anytime soon, and that he if had anything to say about it neither would anyone else. Her sobs quieted but the tears never stopped. Ink finally did the last thing he could think of at the moment. He tilted her head over and up with his hand and softly kissed her on the lips. Cally's eyes grew wide for all of a moment before her eyes closed and she moved her hand up to his neck. Ink moved back and she could taste the vodka from his lips.
"Feel better?" He asked, face still red. Cally could feel his heart thumping and she nodded. He reached for the bottle of vodka and took a swig, then grinned at Cally and she blushed. He handed her the bottle but she used his arm for leverage to swing her legs around to sit on either side of his legs. She wrapped her arms around his neck and crushed his lips with hers.
Now it was Ink's turn for a shock. He dropped the bottle however, and gripped both sides of her waist. The tan man licked her lips asking for entrance and she complied. Their tounges battled for dominance; minutes passing like hours. They pulled away for air and the animal man attacked her pulse point in her neck with nips and licks. Cally pulled off her hair scrunchie that held her pony tail in place, and her hands immeadiatly attacked his skull cap. She started tracing the designs with her finger, occassionally making small noises when Ink bit in the the crook of her jaw and neck. The blonde's fingers started towards the back of his head and hit something underneath the beanie like hat.
"Kin?" She asked. He grunted at the name she had stuck with calling him since the HQ incident.
"Hm?" Was his response. She ran her finger over the object under the hat.
"What's this?"
"See for yourself." He replied and tilted his head down so she could take his hat off. She had never seen him with his hat off come to think. The girl pulled the skull cap off and was surprised to find two long brown triangles laid back in short, dark brown hair. She squealed and Ink winced.
"Not so loud. I wear the skull cap so noises don't hurt as bad." He spoke.
"So...you don't have human ears but..." She trailed off and looked at him. He blushed, but brought his ears up to full length.
"BUNNY EARS!" one squealed
"...bunny ears...NOT SO LOUD!" the other mumbled, then yelled. Cally's apology came in the form of scratching at the base of his ears. The bunny druid's eyes began fluttering and Cally swore his foot started kicking.
"So let me get this straight..." She trailed off again as her hand moved higher up his ears. She felt his arm twitch and she continued. "...You're a bunny druid-" He grunted "-Who can fuse with wolves?" He grunted again and she giggled. He would have filled her in that the wolf was just the easiest to merge with, but ears itched really bad when you kept them under a hat all day. The blonde pulled one of his long ears down and lightly bit the tip with her lips. Ink inhaled sharply and buried his face in her neck again. She reached up and did the same thing to the other ear and the tan man grabbed the zipper of her hoodie and pulled it down half way, mildly shocked that she had no bra on. He kissed his way down to her chest and attacked her left mound, bringing up his right hand to tease her unattended side. She moaned and arched her back into him, choosing to let go of his ears in favor of the back of his head. The man licked around her nipple until it was erect then lightly bit down; his right hands first finger and thumb performing the same actions as his tounge and teeth. Cally let out a half scream half moan when he bit down, and he switched breasts, bringing his left hand up where his mouth was. He performed the same actions and all through out the bunny man's teasing of the blonde's chest, Cally was grinding herself into Ink. His shorts were begining to give from the buldge that was forming, and when he bit down on a hardened peak again, she bucked particularly hard and the tan man lost it.
He picked her up, cleared off the desk with a sweep of his arm, and laid her down on the desk. The druid unzipped her hoodie down all the way and leaned over her. he attacked her mouth while his right arm teased her right tip. She moaned into the kiss and again the pair's tounges battled. Ink pulled his right hand away and chose to relocate it on her red lacy underwear. He used his first and middle finger and began to spell his whole name on her sex through the underwear. 'K-I-N.' He moved his fingers slowly, enjoying the long groan she gave with each letter. the man finished the N and she wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him to finish spelling his name. He spelled out his last name, S-O-K-A-T, and after that his hand was crushed between himself and the archer when she clamped her legs around him harder, pressing their hips together. He growled in her ear and began nibbling along her jaw line while undoing his belt. Her hands roamed over ink's now exposed chest, memorizing every muscle, scar, and inch on the druid's torso. She heard his shorts hit the ground and knew exactly what she wanted was on its way. She squirmed to get out of her red lacy panties; something the bunny druid was more that willing to help with. He tossed the garment away, along with his boxers, and gripped Cally's hip. He placed himself at her entrance and leaned in her hear to speak to her in a low, lust-ridden voice.
"You sure?" Ink asked, his breath hot in her ear. The archer nodded and pushed into him asking for release.
"One more question-" He breathed. "-you a virgin?" She shook her head and he moved away from her, taking her legs in a strong grasp.
"Good." he smirked and in one quick motion he'd flipped her, letting go of her legs which were now holding her up while her body leaned over the desk. The tan man's hands reached out to grab her ass and pulled her back to him as he sunk is erection in her to the base. She pushed herself up off the desk and began to meet the druid's thrusts.
"NNNNNnnnnhhh" Was the sound she had made. The small office was soon filled with the sound of flesh meeting flesh and moans as Ink drilled away at the blonde, animalic urges taking over as he took her roughly on the desk. He leaned over her back to speak in her ear again, one hand coming up to lightly grasp her throat.
"You like being my bitch, don't you?" He growled out and she tilted her head to look at the man who was claiming her, moaning her agreement. He smashed her mouth with his lips and without a moment wasted the two were exploring each other's mouths. The hand that had originally come up to grip her throat left, sliding it's way down the blonde's body before stopping at her clit. Ink began teasing the small jewel and Cally moaned into the kiss. He pulled away and moved back to her ear, exiting her tight hole and stopping the actions he was performing on the blonde's body. She groaned in frustration and Ink spoke into her ear.
"What do you want?" she could hear the smirk.
"Please...don't tease..." Her body was stiff. She could feel herself reaching her peak before Ink stopped and if he didn't finish the job soon...
"You gotta tell me." He cupped her warmth. "Tell me what you want."
"...You...I want you." Her muscles tensed as the animal man's finger circled her sensitive spot.
"What do you want?" He asked again and she moaned as he pressed his head against her lips.
"I wa-*pant* I want you to...fuck me." She moaned out and he slid himself in a small ways before stopping.
"...Be more descriptive." He demanded and licked the edge of her ear.
"GOD DAMMIT! FUCK ME! FUCK ME WITH YOUR COCK UNTIL I CUM AND THEN KEEP FUCKING ME! I DON"T CARE JUST-" She was cut short as the same man she was just yelling at pushed her back down, lifted her ass up in the air slightly, and roughly entered her. His hand continued its earlier ministrations to her bead, doubling her pleasure as the altered position caused Ink to hit her G-spot everytime he slammed into her. The warm feeling in her stomach turned into a wildfire and before long the small moans from before had turned into loud cries of pleasure. The heat in her stomach began expanding and the blonded attempted at making words.
"I-I-I'm..." she struggled to get the words out, but the druid must have understood what she was getting at because he quicked his pace, his grunts growing loud enough to match her screams. He slammed his shaft in one last time before both operatives reached their orgasm. Cally's eyes rolled back and her muscles tightened, along with her inner walls which were attempting to milk the man for all he had. Spent, Ink leaned foward against HIS archer, the purring noise kicking back up as he finally caught his breath. Cally, on the other hand, was still panting as if she ran around the world. He pulled out, the action earning another grunt from the pair, and began massaging her breasts again, retreving another moan from the blonde. She finally caught her breath again and asked a question as the man's purring noise rang in her ear when he leaned close to her again.
"So...Is this something enough to live for?" she met his eyes.
"Considering it's you with me, yeah...But...I'm still planning on acting on my plans. I'll just have to fight harder to make sure I get a castle for you to live in." He said and smiled.
"No...we'll have to fight for the castle that we're gonna live in." She responded, and his hand left her mound.
"Then you'll help me when the time comes?" He asked, his voice hopeful and shaky.
"I thought long and hard about it, but...yeah...I'll help y-" She was cut off when he devoured her lips, fingers returning to tease her nipple. He ate the scream she gave when his other hand reached down to play with her clit again. The tan man pulled awa to say something but was interupted by the sound of his handorb ringing in his shorts.
"Are...are you gonna...answer that?" Cally asked between breaths. Ink shook his head.
"Fuck it, let it ring." He went to kiss her again when his voice mail kicked on and the dark haired leader's voice came through the gem.
"Hey Ink, it's loc. you're probably in the bathroom or something...I dunno, anyway I got big news about what happened. I talked to Aberaii and she said she'd be fine for the night, so im on my way home. See you in a minute bro." *click* The orb gave its robotic 'End Of Message' message and shut off.
"FUCK! GOD DAMN MOTHER FUCKER!" Ink yelled at nothing. "I gotta clean this up. Go...uhhhhh...go get in the shower! Yeah..."He went off rambling. She zipped up her hoodie, and went to leave. On her way out Ink called to her.
"Hey...tomorrow, if you're not doing anything...wanna go to the duel arena?" He scratched the back of his head. It was located in the northern desert in Al-kharid, but it was the only place he could think of at the moment so she didn't walk out feeling used or anything...
"Are you asking me on a date, animal man?" She asked with a smile.
"Depends, are you saying yes?" He asked back, giving his own trademark smile. She walked back over to him and kissed him one last time.
"Tomorrow then, assuming we can get away." With that she was gone and ink got to work cleaning the mess they made.
Yeah, so...that was actually a little fun to write. I might have to sneak a few more of these into some other chapters. Also, we're about to hit a small peroid of down time, but as promised the action will always come back full force, and this time its only a teeny weeny bit of down time. PROMISE!
