"What do you mean-"

Before V could finish what he was saying, Evey had gripped him again. He was still wet from her inner lubrication, nearly dripping in it. The very sight of it ignited her stomach again.

"Evey, I just…I don't want you to feel…ahh…obligated to do anything you don't want to do."

"Please, V. I want to do this. I want to return the favor." She said, and climbed on top of him, straddling his midsection.

"I suppose we could do that. But just please be—"

He was interrupted again when Evey slid all the way down his length, putting every inch of him inside her.

"—gentle."

She felt exquisite inside, even more so than when they had made love only a few minutes ago. He placed his hands on her hips, feeling their tenderness and warmth. After making sure he was fully sheathed within her, Evey started slowly rocking her hips, eliciting more moans from V. Involuntarily, he began slowly thrusting upward to meet her, pulling her hips downward to get even deeper.

She rocked him slowly, and he went with her, pulling her hips to the rhythm, feeling every cell of her insides. They moved together like tides.

Once seeing how he was comfortable with the rhythm, Evey pulled a trick on him that he had used on her. Slowly and steadily, she sped up the pace, inducing the loudest moans V had done yet. He pulled her with him, his movements seemingly beyond his control. His fingers dug into her legs, so much so that she felt the bruising.

She leaned over him, one hand on the couch's back behind his head, the other on his shoulder for support.

V's head leaned back, electricity rocketing through his veins.

"Oh, Evey… I…I think I'm…"

"You want me to stop?" She said quizzically, a small smile playing across her face.

"No! No, please….please don't stop…never stop…never…"

His voice was desperate, his head rolling back. He was breathing in short, rapid bursts, his back was arching. Energy was welling up within him, like pressure in a bottle, and it was showing. It was only a matter of time until he burst.

"I…oh my god, oh my god, oh god, oh—oh, god EVEY!"

A mix of words and half-exclamations spewed forth from his mouth as he thrust all the way inside of her one final time, and released. Hot, wet seed poured out of him and pooled in the depths of Evey's stomach, warming her from the inside out. He groaned as he twitched and spasmed inside her, still weeping that warm seed. V writhed underneath her, his hands tight on her body, hers tight on his, still grinding himself into her on pure instinct. His head was leaned all the way back, crying out in the throes of pleasure. Although she hadn't seen due to the mask, tears trickled out of his eyes from the sheer overload of this climax.

They held eachother in place until he was finally finished, and collapsed into an exhausted pile of a completely spent man. For a moment, he seemed to be able to do nothing else but lie completely limp and frantically regain his breath as Evey got up to clean herself off.

Slowly, V began to get his senses back. He regained control over his limbs and sat up, still not quite believing he had lost his virginity only a few minutes before. He never could have believed it felt that good, and was that engaging. He used to scoff at the idea of powerful men forsaking their land and riches for a woman, but now he totally understood. He sat at the edge of the couch, his elbows on his knees, face resting on steepled fingers.

When Evey finished tidying herself up in the bathroom, she walked back into the Shadow Gallery to find V still on the couch. She stopped at the back of it and rested her arms on its rim.

"So…how was it?" She asked with a grin.

"Unlike anything I could have ever envisioned, my dear," V said, kissing her on the cheek. "Certain parts of it certainly took me by surprise, however."

"Such as?" Evey asked.

"Well, out of all the anatomy books I have read, none ever fully explained just how much this sort of thing can…almost hypnotize you. It makes you understand how ancient peoples thought it was a divine act."

Evey giggled.

"Just say you didn't know where to put it."

"Ah, you offend me! I know where to put it."

She hugged him from behind.

"Yeah, you really do."

"Evey."

"Yes?"

"Are you still going to drink that tea?"

END

P.s. This was written by a depressed bisexual with the libido of a feral raccoon. I eat trash and I fuck trash. End of story.