Hey everybody! I realize that I said I'd be updating more often but I also didn't realize that I'd be getting so much overtime at work every week. It suffices to say that I've been doing 50+ hours at work every week and I've been so burnt out that I haven't been taking the time to write. On top of that, because of the lemon and those individuals who don't want to read it, I've written two chapters in the time I've been gone. Chapter 9 (the current chapter) will include the lemon and chapter 10 will just be the operation and some fun with the gang. Chapter 10 is also the longest chapter I've written for the series.

On another exciting note, with the extra cash I've had from all my overtime, I got myself a PlayStation Vita and a copy of the Sly Collection for the Vita. The room where I play my games and the room where I write are on opposite sides of our house so part of the reason I don't update as often is because I'm too lazy to go turn on my game so I can play through it and plan out what I want to happen next. Now I can take my game with me wherever so hopefully I'll also be updating more (but we've all heard me say that before.) Before anyone asks why I don't just watch walkthroughs of the games online and take my information from that, I do. I like to be able to play the game to get a better grasp on the environment and decide where to put Maya in each chapter but I also use youtube walkthroughs to get much of the dialogue that I can't go back and get later. On the same note, our internet sucks rocks. Sly 3 is 2 or so gigs to download and it's taken almost three days to download it onto my Vita because the internet is so slow around here...

Before we begin, I'd like to do my usual honorable mentions.

Thanks to the new story followers: raphlav18 and MsAngelOfDarkness96

Also thanks to those who have newly favorited the story: XxWolfMan95xX, raphlav18, and MsAngelOfDarkness96

Thanks to everyone who read/reviewed and gave me feedback as to what I should do both in and with the lemon.

ThisIsHope/Guest - I saw you hiding under that anonymous review. I think Sly is starting to get it but I've always felt that he would be a bit thick-headed when it comes to relationships (unless that relationship was with Carmelita.) I wasn't expecting any ideas but they definitely helped write this chapter.

AmberEyes007 - Thanks for keeping in touch. I love answering questions. Feel free to ask anything any time. This is my fifth summer at this job and it's good to be back.

Andilite - Chapter 10 will be the last chapter of Australia. There was too much left to do in one chapter while still including the lemon. Here's the action you've been looking for. Hope it lives up to expectations.

Spartan10007 - Sly spends most of his time dodging bullets lately. I'm excited to have a bit of fun with the bar fight.

MsAngelOfDarkness96 - Sorry it took me so long to update. The banter is some of my favorite material to write. Welcome aboard!

Now before the story begins, this next bit of information is ***IMPORTANT***!

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Did I mention that this is important? Did that get your attention? I hope so. Don't make me say it again.

For those of you who DO NOT WANT TO READ THE LEMON I have come up with what I hope will be an easy to understand solution to the problem. When you see this:

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Move on to the next chapter! There is nothing more to see here! This is also why I took the time to write two chapters. I hope that this will be clear enough that no one runs into the lemons like "OMG she said she'd mark this!" For those of you who will be reading on, I wanted to do something less intrusive like just two lines but ffnet has it's own crazy formatting of some kind that erases the second line no matter what I do. If any of you know how to make ffnet allow two lines please let me know.

Now with that out of the way, to the story!

I hadn't gotten much in the way of updates from the boys since they left. It was probably because whatever insane thing they were doing was keeping them busy. As I told them I would, I headed to the bar around 5:30 and when I stepped foot in the doors, I immediately found myself surrounded by miners, some of which were practically drooling. Calmly, I made my way over to the bar and found my boss, Bruce.

"You'd think they'd never seen a woman" I said to him as he scattered them with a glare and a growl.

"They've been going without entertainment fer a while" he replied, his Aussie accent heavy. "They're lookin' fer a distraction, too. Some blokes been runnin' around destroyin' the camp an' all."

"Thought I 'eard somthin' explode" I commented.

"Well… if you don' get out there and start servin', somethin' else's about to explode" he chuckled as he gestured to the line of miners that was slowly starting to build back up at the bar.

I smiled and shook my head. At least they didn't seem like a bad bunch, but I remembered that jar of money on the counter. It was time to use that bet of theirs to get some much needed information.

"Who's thirsty?" I asked and there was a cheer from the crowd. Some of them were about to get real friendly.

About an hour after I'd started serving drinks, most of them seemed pretty relaxed and some of them were downright open about everything. I could have asked them for their bank account numbers and they probably would have given them to me. Bruce drove off the ones that were getting a bit too friendly. There was a short period of time when I practically had to beat them away with a stick and summon up the strength not to electrocute the few who had been daring enough to grope me.

I sat on the bar with my legs crossed. There were three miners on stools sitting around me. One of them, Neil, was telling me a story about the time he'd wrestled a giant scorpion. I was waiting for the opportune moment to ask about something that was more important to the gang when suddenly a kangaroo burst through the door and flipped a table over to cover the entrance.

"The local wildlife's gone mad!" he shouted with a panicked look on his face.

"What is going on around here?" I asked. It wasn't like I didn't know, but this was an opportunity to find out what they thought.

"Some blokes have been makin' a mess o' our operation" Neil answered. "'Bout a day ago, that blasted Outback mystic managed to pull a fast one on us. He just vanished, he did. I don't think he's the one causing all the trouble, though. He must have called in some o' his friends."

We all watched as the panicked kangaroo at the door spent the next five minutes staring out of it like he was going to get jumped. Finally, when he seemed to calm down they removed the table from in front of the door and I excused myself to take him a drink.

"One of the local crocs nearly bit me tail off" he was saying to a couple other miners as I approached with his drink. I set it down and he grabbed my wrist. "Hey, Sheila, I've had a rough day. How's about you and me go get ourselves a room" he said.

"If it were that easy, there wouldn't be a lot of money in that betting jar, now would there?" I asked him as I pulled my wrist from his grasp. I smiled at him wryly. Finally here was a guy I could really manipulate. "Perhaps if you answer some of my questions I'll think about it" I continued as I sat on his lap. "Like about that Mask of Dark Earth. Where exactly did it come from?"

"Why would a pretty little Sheila like you want to know about that?" he asked.

"Can't a girl be curious?" I replied.

"We'll tell you anything you want" one of the others at the table said, and there was an echoed "yeah" from the rest of the men now crowding around to see what the commotion was. They thought they'd found the way to my heart, or at least into my pants.

"We dug it up out of the ground" he replied. "Lots o' opals where it was buried. It hasn't been botherin' us, but it brought that Guru out of hidin' so we could nab him."

"Why isn't it bothering you?" I asked. Now I was curious.

"Maybe we got similar goals. How am I suppos'd ta know what a mask is thinkin'?" he replied. "Sometimes one of us ends up wearin' it and it makes us super strong. Then we get a lot o' work done."

"How do you get it off?" I asked. This could be important later.

"Don' know" he said simply. "It just kinda falls off. Now, how about that room?"

"Not yet. I'm not satisfied" I replied.

"What else could ya want ta know?" he asked me. I could see he was getting impatient.

"I don't suppose you'd know where it is right now" I stated.

"No I don'" he replied. "Though, we know when it's comin' 'cause the air gets colder."

"Hmm" I muttered, turning my head to check a nearby clock. I almost hoped the boys would show up soon so I could get away from this horny kangaroo.

"You're stallin'" he said. "I told ya what ya want. Now, what about what I want?"

"Yes… about that" I said and I started to run my hand down his chest, trying to play into the part.

Before I could say or do anything, the doors to the bar opened with a slam. Sly, Bentley, and Murray came running through them and despite all of his tough talk earlier, Bentley looked like he might have already wet his pants. When Sly saw me, a look of shock crossed his face before his eyes hardened and he straightened his posture.

"Listen up dirtbags" Sly said, effectively getting the attention of everyone in the room. "Time to clear out. From now on this bar is Cooper Gang turf!"

One of the dingoes at the table we were sitting at stood up with his arms crossed and walked over to Sly. "Tough talk, Wagga, but you ain't got no respect with us" he said. Two other dingoes stood to take position behind the first. "We here are known around these parts for our drinkin' skills… and this just happens to be a bar."

"Sly, I'm not sure this is such a good idea" Bentley interjected, but Sly ignored him.

"If a drinking challenge is what you had in mind, then the three of us will take on the best three drinkers you've got" Sly said, his voice thick with confidence.

"Fair Dinkum. Losers have to clear out" the dingo answered. They all strutted over to a table near the wall and I hopped out of the kangaroo's lap.

"Duty calls" I said to excuse myself and I was gone before he could protest.

"I need six mugs o' beer" Bruce said and I nodded, pulling out a tray and the mugs, using the dispenser to fill five of them, and secretly filling half of one of them with water. I intended on giving that one to Bentley because he didn't seem overly confident in his drinking skills, and we didn't want to fry too many of our resident genius's brain cells. As I was asked, I delivered the six glasses to the table and put one in front of each competitor.

"Ready, steady, go!" the lead dingo said and Sly and the dingo picked up their mugs.

To my amazement, Sly managed to down his entire mug faster than the dingo. Bentley cheered as Sly finished his mug and slammed it down. I'd never realized he could drink anything that fast. It wasn't surprising that Murray put down the whole mug in half the time that Sly had done it. He had a huge mouth. When it came to Bentley, the other two cheered him on, but when he tilted that mug up above his head most of the beer came splashing down his face. I could see it running down into his shell and I couldn't help but feel bad for him. The other two had given him a big head start, but he was pretty small and usually quite delicate with his food and drink so he probably never imagined chugging down a mug of beer as fast as he could.

Finally, he finished off the mug and placed it on the table before him before letting out a burp that would have made Murray proud. "We win" he announced, sounding a bit pained.

I could see from the looks on their faces that the dingoes weren't going down that easily. The third dingo, the one that Bentley had beaten, spoke out. "That's cheatin'! The turtle spilled more than he drank. 'Round here there's only one thing we do with cheaters. Turn on the fence, Bruce, it's time we gave these cheaters a beatin'!"

My boss gave me a "run for the hills" look and hit a button on the wall, causing an electric fence to turn on and partially box in the table. Chaos ensued, as not only the miners that were already in the bar, but also miners who heard the commotion came to fight in an all-out brawl. I teamed up with Bentley, who probably needed the most help. Murray was a big guy and I knew Sly could fight but I hadn't seen anything of Bentley's fighting skills since he ended up in his chair.

What surprised me most was Bentley's speed. I never realized anyone could move that fast in a wheelchair but it sufficed to say that I could barely keep up. Not only could he move fast but he could hop around in his chair and when he moved to strike two rods came out of either side of the chair and he spun, using the rods to take his opponents out at the knees. I was thoroughly impressed with him. He had come a long way since what had happened over a year ago in Paris. When he pushed a dingo my way, I picked up the nearest hard object, which happened to be one of those mugs from earlier, and slammed it down on his head. The mug shattered and the guy slumped to the ground.

I stuck close to Bentley but let him fight his own battles. My method of attack was to pick up the nearest object and keep cracking heads. A few bottles, a chair, a couple table legs, and a lot of heads later I was almost wishing that the croc that Murray had been feeding guards to earlier would pop through the door and take out some of these guys because the supply of miners seemed endless. Sly was fighting off two miners who were standing as close together as they could. They were slowly backing my way and the temptation was just too great. When they finally got close enough, I reached out and cracked their heads together. They both fell to the floor, revealing to me a very angry Sly. He gave me a look that told me I was in big trouble and then took off to fight some more miners without a single word.

The fight seemed to go on forever but finally there was a pile of unconscious miners and the ones that hadn't been knocked out were fleeing with their wounded. We regrouped near the door and Murray was the first to get a word in.

"Yeah! The Cooper Gang rules the roost!" he shouted. "We're the kings of the hill, the totally maxed out heavyweight champions!"

"Those guys won't be coming back here any time soon" Sly commented. Just then, the doors to the bar slammed open again to reveal a dingo about three times the size of any other… and wearing the Mask of Dark Earth.

"Uh… guys, looks like they've saved their big guy for last" Bentley said.

"He's wearing that freaky dark spirit mask" Murray added. "He must be so jacked!"

"We should work together to take this guy down" Bentley said. "That mask has a powerful force in it."

"Maya, you need to leave" Sly said to me.

"I can help" I argued.

"No, leave" he said.

"What the hell, Sly" I shouted as the dingo was busy running around smashing things to intimidate them.

"Sly's right" Bentley said, probably sensing a fight and jumping in to mitigate. "The three of us know our strengths in a brawl like this. We don't have time right now to work in a fourth member."

Bentley was right. I didn't know how I could help, either. It just made me so mad that Sly was being so rude. "Okay" I said, and I high-tailed it for the door.

Once outside, I could still hear the fighting going on inside of the bar. I got a good distance away, hopping up onto a rock where other miners wouldn't spot me. After helping out the others in the bar fight I was pretty sure that they realized I was actually one of the blokes running around and wrecking the joint. Inside of the bar, there were explosions and I could hear the sounds of wood breaking. I could only imagine what kind of fighting was going on in there. The Mask's power was so great that even as it had entered the room I could feel it. I just hoped the boys would be okay.

It was about ten minutes before there was complete silence from the bar. A moment later, the Mask pushed its way out of the bar. It was almost like it saw me and it headed in my direction. Fear filled me. I didn't know what this mask would do or what it wanted with me. It literally hopped up next to me.

"Mystic" a loud male voice resonated in my head. It was startling and made me cover my ears. "Student of the Guru, he who kept me entombed in stone, child of lightning." The Mask's energy encircled me. It was pure evil and hatred and it took all of my concentration to keep my knees from buckling under the sheer mystical weight the Mask was putting on my shoulders.

"What do you want?" I asked, keeping my composure cool and collected.

"Tell your master that these simple flesh beings will not stop me" it replied. "His power is no match for mine now that I am free of my eternal prison. Although my power is greater, I cannot summon my eternal enemy."

"What does that have to do with us?" I questioned it, not seeing how we had anything to do with its mortal enemy.

"You and the Guru will summon my eternal enemy" it ordered.

"What makes you think we will?" I challenged. I wasn't going to help this thing if that's what it really wanted.

"Do what I demand, or I will take your body and do so for myself" it said and it approached me.

"Maya!" I heard someone shout from behind the Mask. It turned and must have seen something because it quickly fled from in front of me, headed towards Wave Rock. "Maya, are you okay?" I turned to see Sly, Bentley and Murray.

"I'm fine" I said, but I took a step forward and immediately felt a bit faint.

Sly leapt up next to me and grabbed me by the shoulders. "Did it do anything to you?" he asked. The anger from earlier was gone, and now was replaced with worry.

"It spoke to me" I replied.

"This isn't the place to talk" Bentley said. "We need to get back to the safe house. Can you walk?"

"I think so" I said, but as soon as I moved my leg it collapsed under me. Sly caught me in his arms and held me up. "Okay, maybe that encounter took more out of me than I thought" I admitted.

"I'll carry you back" Sly said and he hooked his arm under my knees and lifted me easily from the ground. It didn't take us long to get back to the safe house. Truthfully, it was about a five minute walk to get back. The only thing that complicated it was trying to avoid the miners that were still wandering the grounds.

When we got back to the safe house, Sly put me down in one of the chairs surrounding the table. I understood that Bentley wanted to question me about what the Mask said, but I honestly wanted to have a private talk with Sly about what he'd seen back at the bar because once he'd set me down he immediately started giving me the cold shoulder.

"So what did the Mask say?" Bentley asked.

"Bents, I'm really tired from that encounter. Can't this wait until the morning?" I asked.

"It's important. I'd like to hear it now" he replied.

"Okay" I gave in. "It told me that it's more powerful than the Guru now that it's free, and that you guys can't do anything to hurt it. It wants me and the Guru to summon its eternal enemy. That's all it told me, really."

"Did it tell you who the enemy is?" Bentley asked, fishing for a way to destroy it.

"No, it just said that we needed to summon its enemy and threatened to take over my body if we didn't" I replied.

"Interesting" Bentley said with a hand on his chin. "We must have arrived just in time. There's no telling what that mask might have done to you should we have arrived just a bit later. I'll speak to the Guru about this and consult the internet to find out about this eternal enemy of the Mask."

"Can I go lay down, now?" I asked.

"Yes, I won't bother you any more" Bentley replied.

I cast a longing look in Sly's direction, but he wasn't looking at me. He must have been pretty mad at me. With a sigh I stood up, finding that my strength had returned, and made my way to the bedroom, closing the door behind me and starting to strip out of my day clothes. Once down to my underwear, I went to my suitcase to dig out something else to wear. As I dug through my suit case for my other pair of pajamas, I threw the things that weren't pajamas around the room. I didn't really pay attention to what I was throwing and I figured I'd clean it up in the morning. The door opened and closed behind me, but I was too tired and peeved at Sly to care.

"So, was the plan to wear this for them, too?" I heard Sly ask. Not knowing what he was talking about, I turned around to face him. He was holding up the lacy black thong I'd bought before the trip with a scowl on his face.

I walked over to him and snatched it out of his hands. "No, stupid, that was for you" I said and I started to walk away from him.

"Hey!" he shouted and grabbed me by the arm, pulling me back to face him. "Don't call me stupid. What was I supposed to think? I walk into that bar and you're all over one of those damn kangaroo miners and you looked like you were enjoying yourself."

"Don't give me that shit" I hissed as I slapped his hand away from my arm. "You're always all over your damn lady-cop. At least I had a reason for what I was doing. I was getting information out of them."

"Yeah, all that information you just told Bentley" Sly said. "Only that was all from the Mask of Dark Earth. Whatever you got out of them must not have been very important."

"Bentley didn't care about anything except the Mask! You want to know what I found out?! I found out that they let that thing take over their bodies so that they can have more power and get more work done" I snapped back at him.

"You are so frustrating!" he yelled at me.

"And you think you're not?!" I yelled back.

His next action was most unexpected. Before I could even blink, he had me pinned up against the nearest wall. His lips were on mine with more passion than I'd ever felt from him. He pried open my jaw and thrust his tongue into my mouth. Everything about him was dominating and demanding. Every nerve in my body came alive as he made as much contact with me as he possibly could. Finally, I broke away, needing to take a breath. He scooped me up off the floor and tossed me on the bed. I didn't move, afraid that doing so would only make him angry again. He bent down and picked up the discarded thong from the floor. Only moments later his keen eyes fell on the matching bra that he hadn't seen until then and he retrieved it from the floor as well and tossed both items at me.

"Put those on" he demanded, his voice on edge and husky. A chill went down my spine when I saw the way he looked at me. Somewhere deep inside, anger was fueling his actions. He was being driven on by jealousy, and it was honestly one of the most arousing things I'd ever witnessed in my life. For a moment, he stepped back out of the room. I took the opportunity to change into the lacy undergarments, but I remained sitting on the bed, not sure what to expect next.

As he reentered the room, he hung his hat on the outer door handle. "They won't be bothering us tonight" he commented. I felt a blush rise to my cheeks at the thought of Murray and Bentley even having the slightest clue about what was going on. At this point, Sly's intentions were pretty clear. He strutted over to the bed and placed one hand on the middle of my chest, using it to force me down onto my back so that he could pin me to the bed. "I'm going to make you forget that any other men exist in this world. It's time we made it clear that you're mine."

My confidence returned upon hearing his words. I suddenly felt very cocky as I smirked up at him. "If you call any other woman's name tonight, I'll castrate you on the spot" I replied. "I think you know who I'm talking about."

"I'll convince you that your name is the only one I know" he growled before he went for my collarbone. I gasped as he gently nipped at my exposed flesh. My fingers found the hem of his shirt, dragging it up his torso. He obediently lifted his arms and allowed me to pull it off and fling it into some far end of the room. I turned my attention back to his chest and ran my hands down it. He caught my hands before they could go too far and pinned them up above my head. All I could think was that this was finally happening.

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"Sly" I gasped as he found a new spot on my collar bone near the center of my chest that made my body tingle with every nip he gave it. Every move he made indicated that he had full intentions of dominating.

"I seem to remember you liking this" he said, and before I could ask he ran his hand up my stomach against my fur. My body arched into his touch and a gasp escaped my lips. I saw him grin at my reaction. My body was starting to feel hot. All I wanted was for him to touch me, but instead he stopped, still holding my hands above my head and scanned my body with his eyes.

"Sly" I whined.

He climbed off of me and stood next to the bed. "Get up" he ordered me. I did as he said, not knowing what exactly he wanted, and stood next to the bed in front of him. Wordlessly he took off his boots and tossed them aside before turning to look at me again. I felt like I was on display. "Turn around" he said. His tone left no room for discussion or argument. I turned my back to him and watched him over my shoulder. "Don't look at me" he ordered and my head immediately shot forward. I couldn't help but feel nervous. Being helpless and unaware wasn't exactly my favorite feeling, but at the same time in this situation it was disturbingly arousing.

I heard him approach me from behind, and I felt a tug on my tail upwards. "What?" I asked, not being able to stop the word from leaving my lips.

"You won't be the only one enjoying yourself" he said. His hands gripped both of my ass cheeks at the same time, digging in and squeezing hard. The muscles in my lower body contracted in the most pleasurable way, but he soon released me, leaving me again to wonder what he was about to do. His arms snaked around my waist, pulling my back flush against his front. With my tail up and out of the way, I could feel his hard length pressing firmly against my ass. One of his hands released my waist and dove between us to readjust himself so that he was between my legs.

"Squeeze your legs together" he ordered me. This action pressed him firmly against my clothed opening. I heard him growl behind me. His hand moved back to my waist and from there his hands took two different paths. One traveled up my body to squeeze my breast and the other moved down to massage my mound. My body surrendered to him as if I was made of jelly. It took all of my concentration to keep my knees from buckling out from under me. He subtly pulled his hips back and thrust into the space between my legs. His hard tip dragged across my entrance and a moan escaped my lips. He bit down hard on my shoulder.

"Gods, Sly" I gasped as he drew his hips back and thrust once more. I could feel the moisture building in my panties. He pulled down my bra and pinched my exposed nipple, sending a fresh wave of pleasure through my body. His other hand left my mound to join his hand on my upper body. He took both of my breasts in his hands and traced teasing circles around my swollen buds, causing me to moan again.

"I love the dirty sounds you make" he breathed in my ear. The hair on the back of my neck stood up. My bra simply slipped down my arms. I wasn't fully aware of when he'd removed his hands from my breasts, but I didn't care. A pleasant haze was beginning to form in my mind. Only he existed, but I hadn't seen him yet. A hint of frustration filled me at the thought that he'd gotten a full look at me but hadn't returned the favor.

"I want to see you" I said and without further provocation he spun me around and pressed his lips fully to mine once again. When I saw the opportunity, I pushed him back and drank in the view of his fully exposed self. His member stood proud, protruding out of his fur. There wasn't a muscle on this man's body that wasn't perfectly toned. Now that I could see him, my nervousness dispersed and was replaced with lust and confidence. I wanted him, and he wasn't going to have all the fun either. He observed me with his desire-filled gaze, waiting for what I was going to do next.

My confidence now on display, I strutted forward and grasped his throbbing member. He took a sharp breath and closed his eyes. I was no virgin; I knew how to pleasure a man. With practiced motions, I slowly began to massage his member up and down. His flesh was hot and smooth in my hand. I brought a thumb up to his tip and pressed down lightly, earning a groan from him. The feeling of being in control was intoxicating, but short lived. He placed a hand around mine and stilled it.

"I'm not going to lie" he whispered huskily. "It's been a while, and if you keep that up I'm not going to last long." He removed my hand and this time gently turned me around. I felt his hands run up and down my back before he pushed me forward onto the bed. What he wanted was obvious. I pulled my knees up so I was on all fours and swished my tail as if to beckon him to me. The bed dipped as he climbed up behind me.

"I thought I was the hasty one" I commented.

"It's not like we've been moving at record breaking speed" he replied. His hands trailed up the backs of my thighs and I sighed. "Maybe we'd be further along if you'd worn this sooner." He made his point by slipping a finger under the string of the thong and giving it a jerk upwards. The fabric slipped between the lips of my opening and pressed hard against my clit. I bit my lip and let my arms collapse out from under me. "You're so wet" he continued, releasing the string to play with the newly exposed flesh. His fingers traced slow, teasing circles around my folds. My breathing grew heavy and labored. He purposefully ran his finger firmly across the fabric caught between my folds. I was absolutely aching for him to touch me, to put something inside of me. He teasingly rubbed my clit through the fabric of my panties.

"Sly!" I growled as he pressed especially hard, sending me to new heights. He slipped his fingers under the sides of my panties and slid them down my legs. His fingers returned without hesitation to playing with my folds.

"You'll have to tell me what you want" he said teasingly. This was not how this was supposed to go. I was never reduced to begging for anything. "I can keep this up all night" he spoke, moving his finger to my clit and paying special attention to that sensitive bud of nerves. I knew I couldn't keep this up all night. He pinched and circled, and then inserted one finger into my opening only up to the first knuckle. His finger wiggled quickly just barely inside of me, teasing my opening and slowly pushing me closer and closer to the edge until I could no longer bear it.

"Fine!" I finally cried out. "I want you to fuck me, Sly! I want you inside of me, damn it. I don't care; I just want you to take me here and now!"

His teasing hand withdrew, giving me a moment's rest before he replaced it with his member. With one quick thrust, he was in to the hilt. I cried out at the feeling of being stretched and filled. He was amazing, hot, like someone had filled my gut with molten metal. Immediately he set a quick and steady pace, and I was helpless. My fists balled up in the sheets as he reached down between my legs and once again began to play with my clit.

I quickly reached my first climax, crying out as my juices spilled out of me and my body contracted around him. He growled and took advantage of the fresh lubrication to pound into me even harder and faster than before. With a slight change of angle, he hit my g-spot and I cried out. He took the reaction as a hint, and continued to slam into it as hard as he could.

"Maya" I heard him gasp. "You're so tight." With what little composure I had left, I tightened my muscles around him as much as I could. He let himself fall down onto my back, using his free arm to support his weight as he put all his effort into keeping up his incredible pace. I felt my second climax approaching. Everything was a blur. Something inside of me finally snapped, and my second orgasm was more powerful than my first.

"Gods, Sly!" I screamed.

"Maya!" he cried out.

The sudden tightening of my muscles sent him off the edge as well. With one last powerful thrust, he emptied his seed inside of me.

My body was so warm, and there was a pleasant heat swirling inside of me now. He brought his other hand down to the bed to support himself so he wouldn't fall on top of me. We both relaxed for a moment, unmoving and savoring the moment, before he slowly pulled his softening length out of me. I let my body fall to the side, completely exhausted. Sly crawled up next to me and took me in his arms. Neither of us seemed to care that we were still exposed.

"I'm sorry" I whispered, remembering suddenly why this had all started. "I'm only yours, Sly. You never have to worry."

"I'm sorry, too" he replied, his voice equally quiet. "You were doing your job. I was being a prick. It won't happen again."

I sighed and lay my head on his chest contently. The last thing I remembered was Sly reaching down, trying not to disturb me, so that he could pull a blanket over us.