Jacob and Al'Faar tumbled onto the balcony of their suite, League clothes soaking wet. With a quick twist of her lock pick, Al'Faar slid open the door and the two moved inside. Jacob slid the door shut behind him, pulling his soaking wet hood and mask off and tossed it to the couch. Al'Faar walked over to the in-between door, opening it and stopping for a second.
I need a shower, Jacob thought to himself as he started to unbutton his jacket. He heard her behind him at the door, disrobing as well, the sound of her soaked clothing hitting the ground.
"Al'Shahurur," he heard her call.
"Look it's fine," he sighed, refusing to turn around. "You don't like me, I get it. We were tasked to come home successful, I dont view letting you die as successful."
The room went quiet, except for the sound of his wet clothes moving as he took them off. As soon as he managed to get the jacket off, he stretched his arms, feeling the start of a few bruises. He was in the process of rubbing a particularly sore one across his rib cage when he felt her hand on his shoulder.
"I thought…" he started, turning around and finding her staring up at him, completely naked with a hungry look in her eyes.
"You saved my life," she whispered, lightly touching his ribs and moving closer to him. "Do you remember what I said about you kissing me?"
"Never again?" he answered, frowning.
"I lied," she growled before reaching a hand up around his neck and pulling him down into a vigorous, tongue filled kiss. Jacobs eyes widened in surprise, the shock quickly fading as he gave himself over to the frenzy.
She broke the kiss, coming away breathless, her breasts rising and falling. With a bite to her lip, she attacked his pants, ripping away at the fasteners as she tried desperately to free his hardening cock. It sprang free, barely coming to rest infront of her face before she hungrily devoured it. She lid his length down her throat with ease, sticking her tongue out and flicking it across his balls, fingers massaging them as well.
"Oh shit," he gasped, stumbling backwards, his cock starting to slide out of her mouth. She refused to let him slip away, grabbing him around both his shaft and his balls firmly and forcing him back down her throat. He could hear her gagging, her throat constricting around his member in the most pleasurable way.
"Al'Faar," he groaned, legs threatening to buckle.
She pushed him away, saliva trailing from his cock to her tongue. Wiping her arm across her mouth, she stood up.
"My name is Cassandra," she growled, grabbing his cock and stroking it rapidly.
"Cass…" he barely uttered the first syllable of her name before she cut him off, shoving her tongue back down his throat and leaping into his arms. Reaching down with her left hand, she grabbed his cock and shoved him inside her dripping wet cunt. The force of her movements made him stumble backwards, tripping over the wet clothes and falling onto his back. His cock plunged deeper into her, causing her to scream and her eyes to roll back into her head. Her movements began to become crazed, her hips thrusting down to meet his, his cock slamming into her over and over again. She reached down, grabbing both of his arms and pinning them down.
"Fuck me," she growled in his ear, biting at his earlobe savagely.
He responded by flipping them both over, slamming her to the ground hard enough that her grip loosened on his arms, tightening around his member inside her. He snatched up her hands, holding them above her head and pinning her to the ground. He slammed himself inside her as deep as he could, slowly pulling back out before doing it again. She wiggled underneath his grip, trying to push her hips up to prevent him from going so far out of her.
She started whining, wiggling her hips harder and wrapping her legs around him, trying to pull him back to her. He gave in, releasing her arms and plunging into her faster. She started to moan, almost screaming after every thrust forward, arms wrapping around his shoulders. Faster and faster his thrusts became, her moans now becoming screams before she leaned up, biting into his neck and grinding her hips against him.
"Cum," she gasped, rocking her hips faster and breathing into his ear. "Do it, cum all over me."
He nodded, grabbing her by the hips and increasing his pace. Her words became gibberish, her hands clawing at his back. It wasn't long before he pushed back, sliding out of her completely and rising his body up. She reached down with both hands, stroking his cock rapidly while squeezing his balls. In seconds, she had him spraying his cum all over her body, her tits catching most of it as it trailed down her body. Jacob groaned wildly, cock twitching in her grasp as she took every drop she could from him. Exhausted, he fell back onto his ass, her hands leaving his cock and rubbing his cum all over her skin. She moaned in pleasure, rubbing it into her nipples before bringing her fingers to her lips and licking them hungrily. Sitting up straight, she reached down and began touching his chest. Not reaching his entire body enough to her needs, she spun around on her ass and laid her chin on his chest. She traced circles around his scars, stopping to kiss several fresh bruises as she watched his cock twitch. She grinned, a strand of her brown hair falling across her face and making her look more devilish in the moonlight.
"I want more," she whispered, fingers walking down his chest and toying with his cock as she flicked her tongue around his nipples. Finding it slowly starting to soften, she sighed, flicking it with her fingers. "That won't do."
She smacked his cock, watching it twitch but not grow to her liking. Getting a grumpy look on her face, she swung her legs up and over his chest, backing her ass up to his face and pushing her still wet cunt over him.
"Eat me," she demanded, sitting down and rocking her hips back and forth.
He obeyed, reaching up and grabbing a hold of her firm ass cheeks and burying his tongue inside her. She gasped in pleasure, reaching up to play with her own nipples. Her pussy quivered around his tongue, growing wetter with every second. The taste was almost indescribable, bringing him a feeling of intoxication and urging him to quicken his pace.
She watched in delight as his cock started to get harder, hands abandoning her nipples to grab and stroke his cock. Her touch urged him on, tongue moving around in circles inside her as he moved a hand around to play with her clit. She gasped again, lowering her head down to flick her tongue across his engorged head. He sighed into her, the sudden burst of air causing her to squeal in delight, moving her tongue from his tip. She kissed down his length, ending at his balls and taking one into her mouth. Swirling her tongue around it inside her mouth, she felt his cock grow even stronger in her hand. Maneuvering slightly, she managed to take both balls in her mouth, causing him to momentarily cease his licking.
"Fuck," he groaned, muffled by her thighs.
"If you insist," she giggled, letting his balls pop out of her mouth.
Giving his cock one last squeeze, and gagging on it so it was nice and wet, she scooted forwards, ass still facing him. Grabbing him firmly by the base of his cock, she teased herself with the tip. He heard her giggling and, growing impatient, grabbed her firmly by the hips and thrust upwards. His entire length slid perfectly inside her, causing her to spasm around him and scream. He grinned in the darkness, giving her no time to hesitate before savagely pumping into her. Faster and faster he went, her screams becoming unintelligible babble as her body was wracked with pleasure. In mere minutes, he felt her insides tightening around him, her back arching. She soaked his cock, the force of her orgasm causing his cock to slide out and a torrent of her fluids to spill over them. He reached down, wasting no time before shoving himself back inside her and continuing on. Several times he brought her to her fall, each time ending in her screaming and soaking his body. On the final time, she jumped up before he could plunge back inside, grabbing his cock and savagely slurping her tongue around it. When she felt him start to pulsate, ready to cum, she pulled him away and started stroking his length, attacking his balls once again with her tongue, even drifting below his sack. Without warning, he groaned out her name, cock erupting and shooting cum up into the air. She maneuvered her face close enough to catch as much as she could, the fluid globbing up onto her face in the most amazingly carnal way. She forced his cock back down her throat, sucking and stroking to get all she could from him. Satisfied that he was spent, she slowly made her way up, enjoying every twitch and squirm she sent through his body. Finally releasing him from the warmth of her mouth, she collected his cum from her face, making sure to slowly and purposely lick it clean in front of him.
"Had enough?" he asked, breath coming in waves and gasps.
"For the time being," she grinned, gently kissing the tip of his cock.
It was only in the few breathless minutes after their carnal pleasures, that they noticed a loud banging at the door to their suite. Grabbing a blanket from off the couch, she wrapped it daintily around her body and stood up on her tiptoes to look through the peephole.
"Dear, it's the bellhop!" she called, pulling the leather cords from her hair rapidly while switching to her sickeningly sweet voice. With a quick brush through her hair, she mussed it up to look extra wild.
Jacob bound up from the floor, jumping the couch and rushing up beside her. She opened the door giggling with Jacob over her shoulder smiling.
"Oh, mam, sir," the bellhop sputtered, seeing the half dressed couple, her with cum still on her face. "Im sorry for the...err...interruption, but the authorities are issuing a state of emergency."
"Honey," Al'Faar whined, turning to Jacob and half exposing her breast. "What's that mean for our honeymoon?"
"Now dahlin," Jacob drawled back, patting her ass and making her giggle. "Let the poor boy speak."
She pouted, sticking her lip out and giving sad eyes to the bellhop.
"Well mam," he hesitated, spying her now fully exposed left breast and blushing. "They're asking, more demanding, all non citizens staying at this hotel, who have been cleared, to end their vacations immediately and return to their planes."
"Ahnd i suppose we've been cleared?" Jacob asked, scratching his head.
"Yes, sir," the bellhop continued. "The hotel manager regrets the inconvenience, but the air crew has already contacted your pilot and informed him to begin procedures immediately."
He paused, eyes drifting to Al'Faar's breast again, before coming back up to look at their eyes.
"I do have other customers to notify, sir…."
"Of course, of course," Jacob replied, waving the young man away. "We just need to round up our clothes and well be on our way."
"But honey!" Al'Faar whined, the blanket rustling and causing her nipple to harden. "We didn't even get to do it on the beach yet!"
The bellhop let out an audible gulp and grew even more red.
"Now Isobelle," Jacob drawled out. "Sweetie, i'll make it up to you."
"You better," she giggled, dropping the blanket as she turned to kiss him, giving the poor boy a perfect view of her ass, a set of fingerprints visible on each cheek.
"Right then," the bellhop muttered, eyes darting to her ass before he turned and walked down the hallway.
After a few minutes of legitimate kissing, Jacob leaned out into the hallway, seeing the bellhop already knocking on another door. He smiled, breaking the kiss with Al'Faar before gently moving out of the doorway and shutting the door. He laughed to himself as he walked back inside, Al'Faar balling up the blanket and tossing it aside.
"Mood killer," he grumbled, voice losing the southern accent.
Out of nowhere, he felt her grab his hand and spin him around, her opposing hand snaking up to his neck and pulling him down into a kiss.
"Fuck me on the plane," she demanded after breaking away from his lips and staring him dead in the eyes.
"Absolutely," he grinned back.
Outside their balcony, across the way from the hotel, Al'Theban sat with a spyglass, seeing both Jacob and Al'Faar kiss. A look of absolute rage spreading across his face as they stared hungrily at each other. With a snap, he closed the lens, stuffing it in his pocket and walking away.
After boarding the plane and flying home, they reported back to Nyssa, still a noticeable attraction radiating off each other.
Jacob ducked inside the meeting chamber, dressed once again in his plain league clothing. Al'Faar followed him inside, shutting the door behind them and continuing close to him. They walked farther inside, side by side, moving the curtain and coming to the planning table where both Nyssa and Al'Theban were waiting.
"You may go," she spat, looking daggers at the man.
"But…" he started, stepping forwards and trying to press his issue.
"I said," she growled, stepping forward to glare him down. "You, may, go."
His eyes almost glowed with anger as his jaw snapped shut and he stepped back.
"Yes, Mother," he hissed, turning and stalking from the room. On his way out, he stopped next to Jacob. With a venomous glare and a quick hissing of words, he wrenched open the door and slammed it shut behind him.
"What did he say?" Jacob asked, looking to Al'Faar with raised eyebrows.
"Report," Nyssa called, rubbing a hand across her forehead.
"The mission went awry, but was ultimately a success," Jacob said, stepping closer to the table and looking directly at her.
"Faruq was dealt with then?" she asked, sighing in relief.
"Yes, Mother," Al'Faar replied nodding. "In the usual way, head completely severed."
"Good," Nyssa nodded, picking up a new paper and sliding it across the table towards the pair. "Care to explain that?"
Jacob reached down, picking up the newspaper and noticed the headline; Bialyan Citadel attacked, Several Dead: Tower in shambles.
"An unfortunate change of plan," Al'Faar explained, reading the headline and shaking her head. "We were betrayed."
"How so?" Nyssa asked, folding her arms across her chest.
"The security report was wrong from the get go," Jacob put in. "They knew we were coming, or at least were prepared for the eventuality."
"Faruq had knowledge he should not have," AlFaar added, nodding and supporting him. "Before I began my attack, he mentioned a charlatan."
"Did Al'Theban not give his intelligence report before you planned your infiltration?" Nyssa asked, the frown on her face ever increasing.
"He did," Al'Faar confirmed. "I read the numbers myself. They were not the forces both Al'Shahurur and I had to combat once we were inside."
She sighed, shaking her hair all around her face before brushing it back with her right hand.
"You returned successful, that is what matters," she went on, smiling at the two. "The fact that you are both still alive is pleasing."
"Yes, mother," they both said in unison.
"Now go, rest," She ordered, brushing them away from the table. "I will handle Al'Thebans' matter and we will discuss it later."
They both nodded, Jacob taking a step backwards as Al'Faar stayed where she was.
"Mother," AlFaar called, making Nyssa look up. "I have a personal matter I wish to discuss with you."
"Very well," Nyssa nodded, waving her forward. "Al'Shahurur, you may go."
He nodded, going to walk away before Al'Faar flashed him a smile. Returning the smile and blinking at her, he left the room and headed for his own quarters.
After laying down and pulling the plain tunic from his bruised body, he let out a sigh of exhaustion. He had just started to doze off when a scuffling noise snapped him awake. He leaned up, looking around the darkened room and trying to pick anything out. Something flashed, Jacob not being able to stop it in time before it pierced his lower abdomen, sending searing pain shooting pain through his body.
"almawt lak 'ayuha algharib," was all he heard before falling unconscious. (الموت لك أيها الغريب)