THE SMUT IS HERE FOLKS! *SEXY MUSIC PLAYING IN THE BACKGROUND* THIS CHAPTER IS LONGER THAN ANY OTHER CHAPTER SO FAR, IT'S GOT MORE SIX THOUSAND WORDS. I TOOK 9 HOURS WRITING IT, I HOPE THE Y'ALL LIKE IT! I wanted to show a contrast between two types of "I like that person!" realization, I hope both are good . Also, I don't like chapters that only have sex when it's not a porn with no plot fanfiction, it seems like it's always missing smth to me lmao So I tried to advance some things for the story and tried to let important things mentioned for the future. PAY ATTENTION TO THE DETAILS, DON'T JUST STICK TO THE SEX PART, OKAY?
The next chapter returns to normal and will have Hisoka acting as Illumi's therapist, Medea discovering some serious shit and obviously finding out about what happened to the Kurapika clan. HOPEFULLY EVERYTHING WILL BE OK... Hopefully O.O
See you soon folks!
P.S.: Try to listen to Wild by Troye Sivan bc that song really helped me to set the mood for both sex scenes and it fits both Illumi and Medea's realization that they're into someone.
—Cherry
Illumi was not paying attention and everyone knew it. His mother seemed bothered by her son's sudden change of attitude, she fanned herself quickly and squeezed her fingers around the lace on the skirt of her dress, trying to keep quiet during the candidate's selection. His father threw sneaky glances at him occasionally, his hands crossed in front of his torso as he studied the women and, most importantly, his own son. There was a kind of mutual agreement not to say anything about the thief's invasion, they wanted to pretend that nothing had happened and continue with the selection.
It was stupid, but Illumi preferred not to say anything. It wasn't as if he had to choose his bride on that same day, so he would still have time to consider his options when he was calmer. At that moment, however, he couldn't think of anything but Medea.
The way she had broken into the mansion, assaulted a guest (they had discovered one of the possible suitors tied up inside a closet) and tried to rob his family was inconceivable. Who in their right mind thought they could fool the Zoldyck and get away with it? Apparently, just her. Medea wasn't supposed to be alive, he himself had delivered her to death's embrace. He never failed to fulfill a task and yet, he hadn't succeeded precisely in what he had been planning for almost two months. How did she survive? Couldn't she follow his mental planning for once without resurfacing with all that annoying confidence?
"Isn't that right, Illumi?" Milluki asked.
"What?" He didn't look at his brother, choosing to continue sitting in his original place, impassively.
"The thief was actually pretty hot. Maybe if Grandpa had chosen to put her in the torture room I-"
He turned around automatically, oozing bloodlust and drawing the attention of others in the training room. Milluki's eyes widened and he gulped down.
"Finish that sentence, I dare you." The boy just shook his head and looked away to his own lap.
Nobody said anything. Silence reigned again and Illumi went deep inside his mind. The atmosphere had become palpably heavier, not just by the dark aura he had released. Zeno gestured for Amane to take two young ladies, whom he had considered the best, to where the family was.
The first was a fair-skinned woman, with curly hair as red as blood and eyes like azaleas. She had a triangular face, which made her chin appear smaller than it should be in proportion to the rest of her face, and an upturned nose. Still, she was very pretty, she looked exotic. She was taller than the other women, she would produce children with a high height and good physical condition if she took into account her physical type.
The second was a woman of medium height, whose skin had a slight pinkish undertone and had soft freckles spread over her rounded face. Her hair was light brown and fell around the delicate body like rain, framing it. Perhaps she wouldn't bear physically strong children, but she'd probably compensate for that with a higher intellect; moreover, it wasn't as if his family couldn't hone the physical capacity of said offspring, after all, they'd have to become good caregivers for the heir's own kids in the future. He felt a heaviness in his chest when he saw purple eyes staring at him with expectation.
They weren't exactly like Medea's, they were very soft and docile, with an air of kindness that those of the thief did not possess. They were too rounded, like a doe's eyes, while the ones of the white-haired woman were almond-shaped and fierce, almost like those of a snake ready to give the boat. Even their shades were different; these were a light tone that approached the lavender color, the others, contrastively, were bright as a Belladonna's poison – his mother made it with the flowers from their garden. Looking at this young lady was something charming, but looking at Medea was breathtaking.
"These are Miss Willetta, from the Betcker family, well-known for being Loan sharks..." said Amane, pointing to the redhead. "And Himari, of the Claybourne family, the main leader of the black market's arts trade." She pointed at the purple-eyed girl.
"Thank you, Amane, you can lead the others to their rooms so they can gather their belongings and leave." Instructed Zeno, being readily obeyed. "You can sit with us. It'll be interesting to talk to such strong and beautiful ladies."
As much as Illumi tried to focus on the family's – rather, his grandfather and father's – conversation with the candidates, he couldn't. All his mind could focus on was Medea's vulnerable face as she lied on his bed, her pink lips slightly ajar, her cheeks and the tip of her nose flushed with physical exhaustion, the slight wrinkle between her platinum-blonde eyebrows. The way her soft breasts, visibly constricted inside the blue dress, went up and down every time she breathed.
He remembered the texture of her tanned skin under his fingers, it felt like azian silk, he'd never touched anything so soft and delicate before. The way her flesh had shaped around his hand when he grabbed her fragile neck was amazing, it was as if it had been made for it. Just remembering the feeling of seeing her beneath him, unable to escape but still resisting with vigor, made Illumi feel his heart beating faster.
Suddenly, a small hand landed on his left shoulder, causing him to come out of his daydreams and turn around to face the person. Kalluto watched him with concern, his eyebrows wrinkled and his lips pressed into a line.
"Brother, the conversation is over, everyone's gone." Illumi frowned. How long had it been since the girls had joined them? He had no idea. "Are you okay?"
"Yes." He answered as he got up.
"Are you sure?" Insisted the young boy, looking at him in disbelief. "You've been distracted since the thief left."
"I am alright."
Kalluto only stared at him for a few more seconds, studying him attentively, before nodding and bowing, leaving his brother's presence. He certainly knew that Illumi was lying, but would not comment on anything. He was insightful enough not to get in where he shouldn't, he liked that in the boy.
His way to the room was a blank gap, an action so automatic that he didn't even process its moments, it wasn't as if it was that important anyway. He opened the bedroom door calmly and closed his eyes as he felt the scent of Medea invade his body and inebriate his mind. It was a unique aroma, it smelled like algae and seawater for the most part, but in the end there were notes of bitter oranges and Jasmine; it was like being on the coast, he could feel himself inhaling the sea breeze while having a refreshing citrus drink.
He leaned over the door and sat on his bed, his fingers treading through the space where the woman had been lying a few hours ago. The perfume was stronger here than at the door and he closed his eyes, remembering the erotic dream he'd had. That was crazy. Just a few days ago he was plotting ways to torture and kill her, but last night something had changed. As much as part of him had been pleased with the almost unchangeable possibility of seeing her die, another part hadn't liked the bitter taste that had remained on his lips as he witnessed the woman's convulsions and hallucinations; it'd been disturbing even for him, who didn't usually get moved by stuff like that. He'd seen worse things, he'd done worse things, so why had he felt so distressed?
In his stomach, sparks began to spread hurriedly and he immediately knew what was happening. He didn't want to go through that again, especially after walking into a place where everything was smelling like her. He didn't know if he could resist like last time, but he also honestly didn't know if he even should try to. But after seeing her throw herself – quite literally – into Kurapika's arms and reading the messages exchanged between the two (as innocent as they seemed, Illumi could see that they were not) an uncomfortable and bitter feeling had taken hold of his mind. Did Medea let him take her? Did she use everything they taught her in Proyca on him? Did she moan his name and pull him closer as if her life depended on it?
He didn't like this feeling, it was confusing and annoying. He didn't want to think about her, nor about Kurapika, let alone the two of them together, but his head seemed to want to torment him. And now, to make matters worse, he had to deal with his half-hard member. He huffed, unsure of what he should do, when he heard knocks on his door. He got up, trying to pull himself together as much as he could, and opened the door, wearing his most inexpressible face.
"Miss Claybourne, how can I help you?" He inquired quietly.
The purple eyes looked from side to side in the hallway, attentive to any unknown approach. She stared at him, completely flushed, and put her hands behind her back, shyly. Illumi squinted his eyes, analyzing her. "Can I talk to you for a second?" Her voice was nothing but a whisper.
"We're already talking, Miss Claybourne." He answered impatiently.
"N-not like that." She said looking at her own feet. "Can I come in and talk to you?"
He sighed and stared at the woman again. She had a doll-like face and a delicate body, she was certainly beautiful, but it wasn't enough to attract him. The image of Medea gasping as she was asphyxiated, so vulnerable and fragile, passed through his eyes. He felt the heat spread throughout his body once again and made, for the first time in a long time, an impulsive decision.
"I imagine your parents instructed you to try to sleep with me to secure your position as the chosen bride, right?" She widened her eyes, her face quickly losing its color. "Come in." He conceded, standing aside so that the young woman could enter his room.
Illumi locked the door in obvious haste; he had no reason to stall, he needed sex and the perfect opportunity had appeared, so he would accept it. He took his Garnet tuxedo off quickly, starting to unbutton his white linen shirt shortly afterwards. His suitor looked at him with a mixture of apprehension and desire, undressing the white dress (or was it a nightgown? He wasn't sure) with slowness. When the item reached the floor, Illumi took his own shoes off and threw them into some corner of the room. His subconscious knew it was absurd, but he couldn't stop. It was unlike him to act like this, he had no reason to indulge in that uncomfortable feeling that dominated his chest, much less for someone like Medea.
Medea was a prostitute, whether she admitted it or not. She'd never be able to change her essence, just as he couldn't change the fact that he was an assassin. She didn't deserve to have him thinking of her…
However, she was the one he thought of as he finished undressing and kissed Himari's lips. She tasted like vanilla, but he didn't know whether it was something good or not. He closed his eyes and pulled her closer to himself, grasping her hips tightly and obtaining a sigh from her. His left hand climbed up to the woman's nape to deepen the kiss, their tongues intertwining lustfully, and groans escaped from their lips. Eager. Hot. Impatient. The woman's hand descended to his erect cock and gently stroked it, causing him to interrupt the kiss and shut his eyes tightly, letting low grunts escape past his wet lips. He could feel every pulsation of the soft hand around him, it was delicious.
How long has it been since he'd done that? Months, maybe even a little longer. He had been so busy with Killua for the past few years that he'd put his own needs aside, but he didn't think he would be able to keep himself the same way for so long from now on. Not after what had been going on with him.
Illumi opened his eyes and held the woman's wrist tightly, making her stop her movements and face him in confusion. He eyed the small, erect pinkish nipples, taking in their contrast with her skin's milky color. He toyed with one of them, pinching and rolling it between his index and thumb, causing a chill to run through her body as her legs closed, trying to contain her own arousal. He smiled cruelly.
"Lay on the bed and spread your legs." That's all he said before he walked up to his desk and opened the drawer where he kept his condoms. Illumi wasn't stupid, he obviously knew the girl's goal was to get impregnated, but he wouldn't let that happen. Besides, that moment wasn't about her. It was about him and his desires.
She was obedient, he noted, and was already in the position he had ordered before he could even put the condom on. Great, it would make everything easier. Approaching the mattress, he took a deep breath, the enticing perfume wrapping itself around his mind like a woolen scarf in the middle of winter, warming his body even more from head to toe. He looked at Himari's lilac eyes attentively, they shone with desire, practically begging him to take her. They were incredibly different from Medea'a, yet he allowed that fresh aroma to create a personal illusion for him and he pretended that it was her there, ready to take him in; that seemed to work him up even more, if it was possible.
Illumi guided his penis to her clit, brushing it provocatively and getting a sweet moan from the girl, whereas he just smiled mischievously.
"If you want anything, then beg."
She covered her eyes with her arm, a blush spreading across her face and her bust quickly.
"T-that's embarrassing..." He laughed cruelly.
"But you weren't embarrassed to come here so I could fuck you, were you?" He grabbed her arm and placed it next to her head. "Be a good little bitch and say what I want to hear before I change my mind and ask the other candidate to come here."
She gulped down and closed her eyes, biting her lower lip as she gathered strength to speak. "Please take me, I need you."
Illumi clicked his tongue and shook his head, provoking the young lady's hooded pearl with intensity once more. "That's nowhere good enough, I'm sure you can do better." He leaned over her, bringing his lips closer to his ear. "Either you beg, or I won't even consider you to be my bride." Warned the assassin, letting his member rub against her slit slowly.
Tears began to form in the corners of her eyes, considering how aroused and outraged (or humiliated, it depended on the point of view) she felt. "For fuck's sake, fuck me, I need your dick inside me, please. I'll be your good little bitch, but please, I need you." She pleaded, her chin trembling as she started to cry.
Illumi didn't reply, just closed his eyes and guided himself into the woman's wet entrance. She failed to muffle a scream, feeling him fill her at once was too much, it was a lot to get used to right away (even if she wasn't a virgin) and he hadn't prepared her for it. Illumi didn't even care to begin with delicacy, he had simply shoved himself inside, and placed his face onto the curve of her neck, a long, lustful moan reverberating through his throat. In that position, he could smell Medea's scent as he penetrated Himari. With his eyes closed, it was as if he was fucking her instead, being caressed by her warm, velvety walls.
His movements were fast and fluid, his hips waved against hers with precision, hitting the most sensitive points inside her as the girl finally got used to the sudden invasion. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling Illumi closer, trying to force him to go deeper and she moaned loudly as he began stroking the sweet spot that rubbed between their bodies.
Distributing several hickeys around the woman's neck, Illumi sighed as he felt her nails scratching her back. Usually, he didn't like his partners to leave marks on his body, but on that exceptional occasion he would allow it. Maybe because Medea had such a feisty attitude he imagined her doing that, although without a doubt she would hurt him more intensely, perhaps to the point of drawing blood. He wouldn't leave it unpunished, obviously, perhaps he would go on to tie her wrists to the bedpost during the next encounter to force her to behave. Oh, yeah, that surely was a good idea!
He could feel his climax approaching, so he started thrusting deeper, harder and faster, all at once. The woman's sounds were becoming louder by the second, indicating she was on the verge of surrendering to the peak of satisfaction. He was so close, he'd never felt a sensation that pleasant during an orgasm before. She let out an extremely loud moan and held him tighter, her slick walls squeezing him and trying to drain any drop of his essence, it was almost indescribable.
Illumi bit his lower lip, he was almost there! It took him two more strong thrusts for him to moan hoarsely, murmuring what he thought to be merely incomprehensible words, and he finally came, emptying himself into the condom. As he enjoyed the last seconds of his post-coital glow, the woman shifted below his body, trying to sit up.
"What did you say?" Himari asked.
He looked at her in confusion as he got out of her and started to remove the protection off his cock. "Huh?"
"You said a name when you came." Her tone was angry. "Did you seriously call me by that thief's name?"
The used condom in his hands would've given the scene a comical air if it were not for the serious countenance he displayed; his face once slightly blushed by the activity was now pale. He just had sex with a possible bride while he thought of Medea. Even worse, he said her name when he finally reached his orgasm. Fucking Hell! He needed to talk to Hisoka.
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Medea's head was spinning and she wanted to puke, the wind coming in through her open window was the only thing that kept her from vomiting everything she had eaten since leaving Kukuroo mountain out. Her body still ached, but definitely not like when she woke up in Illumi's room, she suspected it was one of the drug's side effect in her system allied with how tired she felt. She wanted to be able to use her cell phone, but she had forgotten it – or rather, Illumi had stolen it – and her mask at the mansion and there was no way in Hell she'd go back there. She'd buy a new one later.
It was already three in the afternoon and Kurapika had only made one stop so that she would check out the hotel, after all, she had to pick up her things before they headed to Mimbo Republic. Once they got there, she'd deliver the object to the Clergy's Interceptor and wait until she was called by the High Priestess to appear in the Temple again. Killua and Alluka were asleep in the back seat, so quiet and serene that it seemed that nothing had happened. Medea sat on the passenger seat, her head slightly tilted over the inner part of the car's door, her eyes focused on the road. She frowned, the dress she'd stolen began to hurt her breasts and hip after all that time wearing, she couldn't wait to change into something more comfortable.
Kurapika noticed that they were the only ones on the road and turned to the woman, a crease between his eyebrows. "Do you want to throw up again?"
She shook her head.
"The dress is too tight."
"Do you want me to stop the car so you can change?" He seemed genuinely concerned and she gave him a small smile.
"I can wait a little longer, don't worry." Ensured the platinum-haired woman. "How long before we get to Oreaxar?"
"Just another half an hour..."
She nodded and stared at the green tube in her lap, tracing the silver drawings with her fingertips, unsure of how she should start talking to the man.
"Kura, I…" She took a deep breath and looked at him again. "Thank you so much for going after me, if you hadn't alerted Killua and Alluka I'd be dead by now. I mean, I could have died after that too, but that's not the case."
"I told you it was a terrible idea to try to break into that place, didn't I?" He sighed. "But it's ok now, and I hope you've learned your lesson."
She laughed. "Damn right, I did! I'm not going back even if they pay me!" She yawned. "But you know, in the end my almost-suicidal mission was worth it; I took the Scroll, I'm alive and you even left your work to give me a ride!" She poked the driver's shoulder with her finger, gaining smirk from the blond. "Besides, you still owe me an apology, remember?"
"I have no idea of what you're talking about." He tried to dismiss her.
"Come on, you came all the way to Padokea so I wouldn't get murdered, and now you're gonna play dumb?" She squinted her eyes. "Stop being a pussy, admit I'm capable of going on a suicidal mission and surviving."
He rolled his eyes with false irritation.
"Forgive me, oh great Medea, for doubting your abilities when you clearly had the ability to escape death by yourself."
"Hmmm, I don't know, you don't seem so sincere. Should I really accept your apology?" She pretended to consider.
Kurapika opened his mouth and closed it soon after, appearing to consider what he was going to say before deciding to continue. He turned to Medea with a sweet look and arched an eyebrow.
"What if I take you out for a coffee when we get to Oreaxar?" Medea felt her heart accelerate and a smile appear on her lips.
"Like, on a date?"
"If you want it to be one, then yes." He said and stared at the road again, his cheeks assuming an adorable reddish tinge.
"...I think in that, in this case, I can accept your apology." She said as she looked at the scroll on her lap. " But I have to change clothes and deliver it here first, okay?"
He nodded and said nothing. Medea was about to look out the window again when she felt his hand intertwine with hers. At first, she thought that one of the dress' folds had fallen on her hand due to the lightness of the touch, but when she looked down and saw her fingers being covered by his hand she was left with no reaction. Was this really happening? Medea smiled triumphantly. She held the boy's hand more securely, uniting them and remaining quiet for the rest of the trip.
The rest of the time seemed to fly, Medea only realized that they'd already reached the destination once she saw the large building in the central square of Oreaxar. When she got out of the car, the two teenagers were still sleeping in the back seat and Kurapika gave her guidance on where to meet them, as she didn't have her phone. The city was relatively empty when compared to the other times she'd been there, so she had no trouble sneaking around until she arrived at the small thrift store at the end of the street.
The attendant, who was, in fact, an informant of the Order, nodded to her, indicating that she was already waiting for her as she always did. Medea handed her the green tube and sighed in relief. Her mission was complete! Sure, she almost died for it, but she had succeeded in the end! She was beaming with happiness! The woman picked it up and handed her a golden bracelet with a tiny pendant in the shape of a waning moon, indicating that she had succeeded in fulfilling her instructions, and was supposed to present it at the next meeting with the priestess. Medea bowed and walked out of the store, running joyfully to the combined hotel.
As soon as she entered, she realized that some people threw her strange looks, most likely because of the miserable state that the once beautiful dress was in and for the purple wound on her arm. That and, of course, the fact that she was barefoot. They probably thought she was crazy. Medea approached the reception desk and smiled sympathetically at the receptionist, who reciprocated the gesture.
"Hi, my friends booked two room for the four of us, but they arrived early and checked in a few minutes ago." She explained. "I'd like to know my room, I'm Medea Lanfort."
"Oh, yes, Miss Lanfort! Mr. Kurta warned me you'd be late, here's your key." She handed her a green magnetic card. "Seventh floor, room 702."
Medea thanked her briefly and followed to the elevator, pressing the button as soon as she entered. As she climbed the floors, she couldn't help but feel her heart beat faster as she recalled Kurapika had literally invited her on a date, it was surreal. How long did they know each other for? Almost two months, maybe a little more? And yet, it seemed that he had been in her life for years, it was strange in a cool way. The elevator doors opened and she started looking for the room. Was it 702 or 712? She couldn't accurately remember and there were no numbers on the card, which made her even more confused.
Shrugging, she decided to try in ascending order and thanked the Heavens for being able to open the first door she tried. There was some noise of running water coming from the bathroom, so she assumed that Alluka was taking a shower now that she had woken up and began to open her suitcase to get a clean change of clothes. She sat on the bed, choosing green sweatpants and a white tank top to wear when she left the bath and was waiting for the girl to leave the place. After a few minutes, the shower was finally turned off.
When the door was opened, her eyes widened due in surprise. Kurapika emerged from the bathroom, completely naked, while drying his blond hair with the towel, utterly oblivious to the woman sitting on one of the two double beds. She certainly did not expect that, but to say that she wasn't enjoying the view was a lie. Upon noticing Medea's presence, Kurapika blushed and immediately covered himself with the white towel. He opened his mouth a few times to say something, but was unable to, completely embarrassed.
"What are you doing here?! Killua was the one supposed to share the room with me."
"The receptionist told me that I was staying here, my suitcase was already here when I arrived." She started laughing. "Also, how do you share the room with someone and get out of the bathroom naked?" The young woman got up and held the clothes in her arms, looking at him with an arched eyebrow.
He turned even redder and looked away. "From sheer force of habit, I guess. Besides, I didn't hear you opening the door." He replied with a slightly quivering voice.
She walked toward the bathroom door trying not to laugh, but before entering the room, she put her hand on the blonde's exposed shoulder. He automatically froze where he was, unsure of what to do as she approached his ear.
"You've got a nice cock, by the way." She left him and got inside, locking the bathroom door as soon as she could.
Her bath was relatively long, she felt the need to get rid of any physical remnants of the mission and the drug. The shampoo didn't compare to what she had at home, but it was great for a hotel product and yielded quite a lot, to her surprise. Her feet, finally clean after a hard period with no shoes, seemed to beg for her to lie down and rest until the next day and who was she to say no to that request?
After combing her hair, she began to get dressed and picked up the damn piece of clothing that had tightened her body, cursing the woman who had bought it. She left the bathroom and searched for a plastic bag inside her luggage, proceeding to put the panties and dress inside it; she was going to set them both on fire as soon as she could. She didn't want any more memories of that place, let alone Illumi. Medea hoped that the Zoldyck family would never ask her to pay up her debt, so Killua, Alluka and her would live happily ever after in Lapet. That'd be great, wouldn't it?
The woman looked at Kurapika, who at all costs avoided turning in her direction, and sighed, finding his behavior funny. She sat on her bed and began to watch whatever seemed to be entertaining the man, it seemed the show was a live fight. She was trying to understand what it was about when Kurapika finally spoke.
"You know they did it on purpose, don't you?" He asked.
"Of course I do, it wasn't hard to connect the dots." Her voice sounded amused, but she still didn't look at the boy.
"Have you known I liked you for a long time?"
"Actually, no." She threw herself against the soft pillows and turned her head to him, realizing that he was already staring at her. "I suspected, but it was your behavior today that made me realize."
The blond laughed.
"What, the fact that I took your hand?" He seemed a little less uncomfortable.
"No, the fact that you saved me. You could've just warned Killua and Alluka when it turned midnight and ignore everything else but you told them as soon as I spoke about it with you and still came running to aid me." She rolled her violet eyes. "Of course, it doesn't mean that I'm not upset that you broke your promise of not telling anything, but I'm grateful and I understand why you did it."
She got up and walked to the bed where he was, sitting in front of him.
"I know you asked me out on a date, but I'm too tired to walk today..." She knelt on the bed, encircling his legs with her own, and saw the way his Adam's apple rose and fell when he gulped down. "However, I do have an idea that can be even better... If you want me to show you, of course."
Medea wrapped the blonde's neck and lowered her body, allowing herself to sit on his lap. She leaned over until their foreheads touched and looked deep into his beautiful gray eyes, a mischievous smile on her lips. She guided his hands to her hips, feeling him squeeze it hesitantly, still staring at her.
"I'd like that." He whispered.
She pulled him into an intense kiss, their tongues dancing and intertwining lasciviously, it was as if he depended on that moment with her to continue living, it made her feel special. Kurapika tasted like mint bubblegum and coffee, she'd never thought it was a combination that could work, but Heavens, it did. Medea felt how difficult it became for her to breathe due to the lust that both transmitted by the kiss, and reluctantly moved away.
Looking at Kurapika after that kiss was like finally watching a porn movie as a teenager; he was the epitome of desire. The blond seemed completely thirsty for that, thirsty for her, and she couldn't keep him waiting for long. She began to take off her clothes euphorically – why did she have the horrible idea of leaving the bathroom fully dressed? He imitated her after a few seconds, so agitated that he didn't look the serious Kurapika she knew at all. That scene made the last piece of clothing she wore, her white panties, get completely wet.
Before continuing, however, she restrained himself a little and looked at him seriously.
"Kura, I can't… We can't do that just yet, okay?" She warned as he tried to focus on what she was saying. "I have to remain a virgin until the ceremony." Medea told him.
He just nodded and began to attack her neck, leaving hickeys and little love bites almost immediately, and she asked him to stop. The man stopped and turned around worriedly.
"What happened?"
"It tickles!" She giggled. He arched an eyebrow and threw her a look that made her insides throb with need.
"Does this tickle as well?" Asked Kurapika as he took her right nipple into his mouth, nibbling and licking it slowly.
She closed her eyes tightly. Yes, she had learned all about sexuality in a brothel, and yes, she had let some men grope her over her clothes during some missions, but she was still a virgin. Medea had never been really touched by a man, especially in that delicious way, in such a delicate and sensible spot. It was a completely different experience for her. A sound that more seemed like a meow escaped her lips and she tried to cover her mouth with her hand, but Kurapika stopped her.
"Don't hide those beautiful sounds from me, okay?" She nodded obediently. "They're symphonies to my ears."
While he had fun playing with her breasts, she tried to ignore the wonderful feeling she was experiencing and focus on her original plan, which was to give pleasure. Medea rocked her hips back and forth gently and at first it seemed nothing but an automatic reaction of her body, but when the intensity and frequency began to increase, Kurapika realized that she was doing it on purpose. A hoarse moan escaped from his lips and he let go of her breast, his eyes closing tightly as he felt her rotate her hip clockwise and then counterclockwise.
She rode him like that, still wearing her panties, and held the wooden headboard behind her lover for leverage. The way his porcelain skin began to glow with sweat and redness was almost mesmerizing, she couldn't help but increase the pace, she wanted to hear him moan more and more. She smiled maliciously, feeling him pulse below her wet and covered lips; both lovers were so wet that the thin fabric of her panties was almost transparent.
Suddenly, he took her off of his lap, lowering her down until she stood face to face with his groin and she looked up, astonished to see that his grayish eyes were now red like a ruby. Was that normal? She didn't know, but asking about the detail at that time seemed irrelevant. Besides, it turned her on even more somehow. He seemed feral like that, it made her ache with desire.
"Please." He asked, his voice making the heat spread through the woman's intimacy. Those simple words, spoken as he tried to regain his breath, were enough for her to take his cock in her hands.
He was slightly pinkish and larger than she had expected, almost entirely smooth, except for one or another vein around its shaft. Her mouth watered, eager to receive him. How could someone be so beautiful during such a carnal moment? She approached her lips to the flushed tip and deposited a kiss on it, looking up affectionately as she heard him hold his breath and bite his fist, trying to keep quiet. The other hand slipped through slightly damp pearlescent hair, using it to guide her forward.
On all fours, she took off her panties and threw it in his direction. He immediately caught it and raised an eyebrow in curiosity.
"It's unfair that only I have to let my moans out, I want to hear you too, you know?" He smiled down at her, but soon sighed loudly as he felt the hot tongue run through the lower part of his erection, causing it to pulse even more.
His hands tightened on the silvery threads, begging her to take him in entirely, and she moaned, taking one hand to her own womanhood to caress herself. Finally, she opened my mouth and started to engulf him, closing her eyes to focus on the sensation. She had already been forced to lose her gag reflex long ago in Proyca, but having a real penis in her mouth was completely different. It had a neutral taste, maybe even slightly sweet, and its texture was soft, definitely not what she had expected. It was infinitely better. It didn't hurt to have him in her mouth like those bizarre toys Araeso forced down her throat, it was actually comfortable.
His movements became faster, causing her saliva to drip through the corners of her mouth as she kept looking at him with the innocence she didn't have, playing pretend was always great to make men feel ecstatic. She could see the blond strands sticking to the sides of his face and the sweat dripping down his defined abdomen, it was so delicious to see him like that because of her. She increased the intensity of her touches on her clit, closing her eyes and moaning loudly as she felt herself begin to have little tremors all over her body. If she hadn't had a dick in her mouth, she would have moaned his name, but the insane rhythm that his hips exercised on her lips just wouldn't allow her to escape.
She felt herself clench around nothing and saw the world explode in a white, bright light as she finally found her release, her violet eyes rolling with pure pleasure. Kurapika pulled the ecstatic young woman's head back, he stared at her as he masturbated, his voice completely wild as he ordered:
"Open your mouth." Medea didn't need to be told twice, readily obeying him and sticking her tongue out while staring at him with a lost gaze.
The groan he released, loud and animalistic, made her body shiver all over, and she closed her eyes. When his pleasure fell on her tongue and the rest of her face, Medea sighed satisfied and felt the corners of her mouth turn up slightly, forming a small smile. Kurapika let a velvety moan escape, catching his breath, and began to caress her hair.
"Good girl." He muttered, his voice hoarse and slightly aggressive.
Medea opened her eyes and noticed that he still looked at her, so she tried to swallow the liquid, licking her lips with malice. He smiled in a shy way, and she giggled. It didn't even look like he'd just cummed on her face. "Don't do that, it must be disgusting."
"No, it isn't! I liked it." She wiped the excess of sperm off her cheeks and took it to her lips, licking them off her fingers. "You taste sweet."
He laughed and passed his fingers through his hair.
"Give me your left hand then, it's only fair that I also get to know your taste."
Medea took her fingers, covered with her essence, to his lips and he lapped everything as if tasting the finest delicacy he had ever had. He got serious and seemed to think. She raised an eyebrow, curious. "So?"
"I think I might end up addicted to that..." He stated and kissed her once more.
Her heart beat faster once again. She was happy like she hadn't been in a long time, what could possibly go wrong?
Medea is about to discover secrets that can change her whole life. How will she react? Could good news come soon? What is the role of the Order in all this? To find out these and other questions, stay tuned for the next chapters~