Between Scylla and Charybdis
By SMYGO4EVA
Steeling herself, Marrine Kreische prepared to step forth to the masked man in front of her, wondering if she could still back out.
She wasn't one to let her guard down, and she also wasn't one to run away from an agreement. She was a Margrave; she had to function as such, no matter how she disliked the consequences.
And not everyone was to be trusted, she was fairly certain of that.
Heartbeat thundering her ears, she stepped out the corner, when the sound of approaching feet reached her ears.
"So, my dear," Adam purred, the Matador of Love standing before her, his eyes glinting through his mask, impatient, eager for a match. "If I do in fact win this fight, what would be my prize?"
Marrine rose her hands with a smile, drawing her sword from its sheath. "It's the winner's choice, Adam. If you can manage to defeat me, I promise that you can have my body, and do whatever you'd like, for one night."
He grinned, baring his sharp white teeth. She couldn't help the shiver that crawled down her spine.
Adam unveiled his sword, glinting in the moonlight. Marrine narrowed her eyes, taking up the classic defensive stance.
They had been dueling it for over an hour now, blades colliding, the sound of metal clashing. Marrine swiped back with her own weapon, groaning as the two collided. Adam's eyes glinted, almost teasing for a moment.
Every time they would get close, they stared into each other's eyes intensely, just before pulling away and pouncing, aiming to strike.
Marrine turned on her heel and swung behind her opponent.
It was a careless, instinctive movement, and he vanished.
He was in front of her in a flash, the deadly steel sword darting out, twisting around Marrine's, and striking it out of her grasp, the weapon falling noisily to the ground. Before she could react, he lifted his sword and held it up to her neck.
"Too slow."
Marrine let out a shaky breath, her hands clenched at her sides.
She…lost?
Grinning, Adam spoke after a pause.
His eyes met hers.
"It looks like I win."
Marrine had been foolish enough to be so bold to Adam, and it was even more foolish to bet her own body as a trophy. But then again, she was a Margrave, and she was capable to cutting down those who stood against her. She thought that Adam was no exception, another foe to vanquish. He simply would not duel anyone he didn't deem worthy of his time, so victory wasn't impossible.
This wasn't the case this time.
She lost. He was ready to collect his prize. She would pay the price for it.
It was only two hours since they both sheathed their swords, and it was time for their rendezvous.
Her eyes met his through his mask, and a nod of his head showed her his intention of going somewhere private. With no questions asked, Marrine walked towards him, with Adam leaning forward and taking her hand.
They found themselves met with the cool night air. Adam stood back a little, not letting go of Marrine's hand, and enjoyed the view. Not only did she look utterly stunning in the moonlight with her pensive expression and her pink-tinted cheeks, but she looked utterly ravishing. He was ready to claim her, to collect his prize.
Quickly, he placed a chaste kiss upon her parted lips and led her to the alley, the shady spot of the corridor. Brick walls towered left and right, looming over, and providing no illumination for them, sans the gleaming moon. It seemed too convenient, but very good, nonetheless.
Marrine looked around curiously before she felt Adam's strong arms grab her from behind and pin her to a wall, emitting a cry from her. She blushed madly under his lustful gaze and she felt her body freeze up as he leaned in to kiss her neck. His breath tingled all over on her throat, causing her to shiver internally.
"You're mine, Marrine...mine." He growled under his breath, his raspy voice taking on a more lustful tone and causing her to tremble violently. He placed his hands right on her hips, pulling her closer, grinding together, hearing a sharp gasp from her. That was precisely what he wanted to hear! Adam then begun to kiss her soft lips whilst he ground their hips together, feeling her tremble in response. He then lapped at her neck, kissing, and burying his face into the crook of her throat. Marrine suddenly felt tingling in her chest, her heartbeat quickening.
Running his hands up her chest, Her long hair fanned down her slim shoulders, and from the looks of it, her face tinted pink. Adam drank in the image of her and a toothy grin crawled on his lips; he slid his hands up her stomach and squeezed one of her breasts. Marrine gasped and held onto his forearms in reflex; she was starting to enjoy herself.
"Aah...Adam..." She breathed out, holding onto his forearms tightly, biting her lip in the process. She felt his erection poking her, hard and ready for her. Beforehand, she would've slapped him for such indiscretions, but now, she couldn't think straight. Adam wrapped his arms tightly around Marrine's frame, pulling her close and paying attention to her neck, his tongue darting out and flicking the sensitive spot between her neck and collarbone.
Her hands suddenly dropped themselves to his groin, where she tucked them in his pants and found his rock-hard cock. She stroked it gently, her fingers massaging the stiff skin, slowly, teasing, and almost mocking him.
His eyes widening, Adam buried his face on Marrine's shoulder, his breath shuddering as he thrusted his hips into the talented hands. He felt as if he was going to burst anytime soon, keeping his hands directly on the brick wall to prevent any escape for the girl, but he shuddered all over and gasped in pleasure. Before he would reach his peak, Marrine pulled her hands out of his trousers and placed them on the wall behind her. She looked down and her eyes darted in eagerness, turning a slight shade of red; she never thought someone like the Matador would be so well endowed.
Trying to catch his breath, Adam backed away and let his arms drop to his sides, his eyes darkening. As soon as his heartbeat went to its regular rate, he spoke. "Impressive, my lovely. Who would've thought that you were so talented?" He chuckled in amusement.
She bristled at his comment; she knew what to do because she had heard what women of her standing did to their lovers in the midst of conversation. The least she could do was to put those pieces of advice to effective use.
Without another word, they moved to another location, what people have called the 'love hotel,' where it would be much more comfortable and private.
Shutting the door behind him, Adam led Marrine to their room, where no one would know who they were, and certainly no one to interrupt. She was close to his waist. He wanted to be even closer to her, within her, to become one. His hand slid down her arm, causing her to tremble slightly. He slid it against her lower back, pressing her against his chest. Startled, she only stood there, one hand braced against his shoulder.
He pinned her to the wall and ran kisses all over face and throat, making her sing moans of ache and want as her hands wildly trailed his back, curtly going down to his tight backside. Adam noticed this and in turn nuzzled her neck.
Adam pulled her into his arms all over again before throwing her onto the bed. He then leapt onto the bed and carted her towards him, delighted in hearing her squeal. Her blonde hair cascaded down and create the image of beauty he sought and claimed. Even when tinted with rosy cheeks, she was very beautiful, a twist of heat blooming within him. No one would ever touch her; she was his and his only. His to thrill, his to fuck, and his to have in his arms.
"Since we're both going to hell, the least you could do is burn with me."
In his dominant role, he straddled her hips and began kissing ferociously. He pushed her to his chest, When he successfully pushed her dress to her waist, he yanked down her undergarments rapidly so she wouldn't even feel the fabric sliding over her feet.
"Oh dear, they're drenched. You like this, don't you? You're even more of a little minx than I thought." Adam whispered to Marrine, who covered her mouth in embarrassment, only to meet his leering gaze at her from the waist down.
Feeling heat pooling between her legs, Marrine pulled down the front of her dress, revealing her bare breasts to him. Adam then impulsively grabbed her hips and pulled her under him, as a result making her squeal. She whimpered as Adam traced his hands over her breasts, feeling her tingle and exhale a shaky breath. His lips curled in amusement. He relished making her squirm, even in an act of perversion.
"How rude of me; you pleasured me with your talented hands, so I might as well return the favor, my dear." He leaned forward to brush his lips over her own to help her relax, and then he lowered himself so he would be between her legs.
He held her hips down so she wouldn't thrash from what was about to come; he placed a finger between her glistening folds. Marrine winced, exquisite pain breathing into human air by her voice and grasping the sheets underneath. She bit her lip, her form seizing at such an intrusion, shutting her eyes.
Adam pushed and pulled out his finger into her wetness in a pattern to repeat a rhythm in his mind. She was so wet and very hot; he couldn't wait to be inside her velvet warmth. But he had a promise to keep her excited first; she was just as eager as he was.
He pulled his finger out, licking it clean of her juices before looking down at her. Adam lowered himself and gave a long lick on her clit, basking in her scent. Marrine arched her back and panted breathlessly, trembling a bit. Pleased by her response, he let one of his fingers start to move her clit a bit while his tongue probed between her glistening folds, shuddering as he tasted her for the first time.
She began to moan and thread her hand into his hair, involuntarily bucking her hips in approval. "Ah…Adam…" She closed her eyes, beginning to hunger after more of his tongue and thrashed her head from one side to the other. Adam then begun moving his finger to the point where he was jiggling her clit and his long tongue felt a noticeable spot inside her, flicking against it. She mewled in delight at the added pressure and arched her back. "Adam, oh!"
Adam smiled; he loved it when she called out his name, whether it was in pleasure or pain, it was music to his ears. He pulled his face away from her core, hearing a disappointed whimper from her. He quickly undressed himself, tossing aside his gloves, unzipping his red trousers and sliding them from his legs, undoing his cape and practically tearing off his red jacket, white shirt, after taking off his shoes, throwing the items to the floor.
He didn't take off his mask, even when his spiked hair was in more disarray.
Marrine regained her composure from the pleasurable onslaught and opened her eyes, only to freeze at Adam's sudden nakedness. Her face was crimson and shamefully, she started at him, from top to bottom. His muscular chest accompanied his broad shoulders, while there were his rigid abdomen and shapely legs to hold him together. Marrine blushed a deeper shade of red when she caught sight of his erect cock; the size was not only impressive and long but also thick and very stiff by the looks of it. She stared at him in awe, her arousal returning in full throttle.
Noting her starstruck gaze, Adam smirked and spoke in an arrogant intonation. "Not bad, huh? Makes you want to fuck me senseless, doesn't it?"
Marrine's mouth opened slightly, but she nodded.
Once he made his way back onto the bed, Adam didn't hesitate to pull her into his lap before pulling her in to kiss her. She moaned against his mouth, bringing her arms around his neck to pull him closer. He leaned to hold her close and whisper in her ear.
"Ride me."
Marrine was still dazed, absorbed in the moment of clouded clarity but hearing what he said. She nodded to his request; she had to move or she wouldn't satisfy his needs, and she didn't want to anger her sire at the moment. "Yes, Adam."
"Well then," He added smugly, giving her shapely backside a hard slap, jerking her out of her mystified lapse. She squeaked at the blow, and she moved herself on his cock, her pelvis grinding with his. Twisted delight sparkled as her aching core moved on the wetness of his cock, leaving her nerves on fire. She held onto his biceps for balance, she groaned in ecstasy during the deed of riding him. Adam himself was enjoying this greatly; her movements were translucent and elegant intermingling with their mutual contentment.
"A-Adam…. Y-you're so hard…" Marrine gasped out in the throes of bliss upon hearing his grunts of appreciation every time she moved forward. Adam let a drunken smile crawl on his face, leisurely aiding in her swift movements. He then mischievously lowered one of his fingers to rub her engorged clit in time with her speedy dancing of her hips.
Her body spasmed and she shrieked at the added pleasure on the sensitive flesh. "Adam!" Her delicate form ceased its sensual arches on his cock, her breath coming in short fast gasps, interrupted by his deep moans.
Adam threw himself back so he would lie on the bed with Marrine on top of him, panting and catching his breath from the assault she made sure he received. When his heart rate returned to normal, he lifted his head to see with an incredulous duplicity in her eyes, which had resulted after the bombardment of her senses.
Smirking, Adam began to stroke Marrine's back in order to soothe her from her occasional trembling and so that she would relax. Taken aback by his sudden gentleness, her hands traveled to his groin, fingers feeling the soft tufts of his dark curls. She lifted herself up she would be between his thighs, her hands then traveling to his member, one carefully enclosing around it while the other cupped his scrotum, rubbing it gently in her palm while she jerked him off.
Beads of sweat trickled down her temple before she felt Adam's hand reach out and tug at her hair, enjoying himself immensely. A slick thrill increased his arousal at the sight of a pretty young lady jerking him off, a girl who was his, that is.
Marrine sucked in a harsh breath and leaned down so she would face his throbbing cock, and thus she let her lips taste the hard skin, dragging her mouth over the shaft from top to bottom. He suppressed a pleased gasp, the unyielding torture beginning to advantage before he felt her tongue lavish his scrotum with sweet kisses and licks following to elapsing upwards along the whole cock in long strokes. Adam slowly thrust his hips in her face in, savoring being pleasure by his prize.
A remarkable lady of high standing was now a wanton woman, thanks to his words and precise touches. He savored every minute of her mouth on his cock, thrusting himself between her lips, fucking her warm throat.
Adam all of the sudden stopped and let go of her hair, hurriedly withdrawing from her mouth and gripped the base of his cock, squeezing it tightly. He closed his eyes and took a couple of deep breaths; he had been really close. Marrine pulled away, coughing, her lungs filling with air, licking her lips without thinking, tasting his essence along with her juices.
"Oh, you little slut, now look what you've done." Adam uttered, his smile growing, his voice rough with lust, periodically panting from his delayed climax.
Without warning, Adam pounced on her, a wail of fright past her lips as she soon became the submissive one. He flipped her on her stomach so he would give her backside another hard slap, feeling her flinch.
Appalled, and near terrified, Marrine turned her head, her eyes wide, and her face crimson red. "What are you doing?!"
"Oh, isn't it obvious? If you were foolish enough to play with fire, my sweet, you shouldn't be surprised when you get burnt." Adam chuckled, and then slapped Marrine's backside again before leaning down and biting one of her cheeks, leaving a red mark on her bruised flesh. She cried out at his aggressive behavior, trembling, and curling herself away from him, pressing herself against the pillows.
Her shimmering eyes and her shaking naked form was more than enough to make him hard again. For a brief moment, he was considering the possible idea of giving her a needed spanking, but the painful erection reminded him that he should go against it. Besides, he didn't want to hurt her severely so she wouldn't be able to move. That would be too easy, and he especially loved it when she was in control of his needs and his animalistic pleasure. Now, it was time for the grand finale.
She was his for the night.
Adam crawled over to Marrine, and he gave her a soft kiss on the lips as he pulled her close to him, so she would lie on the bed. He then had both legs on either side of her hips, his stiff cock pressing against her core and near her tight heat. He shuddered internally, his skin glistening of perspiration, and pushed himself inside her.
Marrine arched her back when she let an "Oh!" escape her lips, her face like a light in all the darkness. She clung her hands onto Adam's shoulders, digging her nails in tightly.
Adam eyed her with a grunt of appreciation; his gaze lingering on her full breasts, her slender waist, and between her legs, his member fully sheathed.
Marrine set herself back on the pillows, rolling her hips against his, unable to take it any longer. Adam gasped and took that as a sign to move inside her. He pushed into the hilt, a hiatus, caressing her sweat-slicked hair from her forehead, only to withdraw and return carefully.
Gods, she felt so tight and hot; the heat was overwhelming due to the exquisite tightness. Finally, he thought he was going to lose it if he didn't move another inch and he pulled out slightly so the tip would be inside her, and deliberately slammed back in. He certainly hit the right spot because soon after, she arched her back, eliciting a sharp cry.
Pleased by her response, he pulled out completely before plunging back in, relishing the sensation of soft velvety walls wrapping around his cock. On the way, he hit her sweet spot once again, eliciting another scream from her, one of pleasure.
Marrine moaned helplessly. Never in her life had she felt such lovely bliss mixed with such delicious pain. Adam's cock hit the little bundle of nerves repeatedly inside her, loading her senses with new feelings. Wave after wave of intense pleasure absorbed her body and owing to Adam's well-paced thrusts, she was nearing the edge.
She wanted to be close to him as they became one, even if it was the familiarity of concubine and master, so she lifted her hips and wrapped her legs around his waist, knocked for six that he let her so. "P-please…Adam…make me cum!" She vehemently urged, yelping softly at another of his vicious thrusts.
Despite his inherent grunting and trembling, Adam leaned over to graze his tongue over her ear. "You like that?" His breathy chuckling dissolved into growling at his upcoming peak.
Her mind hazy, hot all over, she nodded. "Ye-uhh!" The thrusting didn't help with all the satisfaction she was receiving. Marrine had the bubbling climax rise within her like before and she pulled herself close to Adam, their bodies slick with sweat, panting and shuddering, trembling violently in time with his thrusts.
The wet noise of two bodies moving simultaneously and engrossed within their desires as one accented it all.
That was all Marrine needed. Her back arching, she clung tightly to Adam, a loud ecstatic cry escaping her lips. Adam's senses blurred and he continued to pound into Marrine's fragile body with harsh, forceful thrusts and her slick walls clenching down on him was enough to bring him quickly to his own orgasm, throwing his head back and releasing a low moan like no other.
White-hot heat shrouded them both and there was no stopping it whatsoever.
After he spilled himself inside her, Adam fell on top of Marrine, clinging to her, hearing her uttered choked gasps of happiness, completely exhausted from their tryst.
Echoing stillness soon became impressed by the air of solemnity.
Adam closed his eyes for a brief moment as perspiration trickled past his temple before leaning down to capture Marrine's succulent lips in a sweet kiss.
Before long, much needed rest was necessary, as the light of day would soon reveal itself to the eyes of the living. Adam pulled himself out of her entrance, as Marrine fell back onto the bed, and they laid side by side, their haggard breathing the only sound.
They soon drifted to darkness once more.
(A/N: This was my first time writing for both Sk8 the Infinity and Record of Grancrest War, so forgive me if there are character inconsistencies.)