Good Colleagues Return their Favours
"Current time: past my scheduled working hours"
Nights were never truly dark in Kawalerielki. Far too many neons, far too many lights, far too many illuminated windows. But they were still nights, and Monique would've very much liked to get some sleep while the sun wasn't out. Alas, work was work, and hers wasn't one in which she could just file a complaint. Most of the time, she couldn't even trust her underlings with the work either. They were just so damn incompetent.
"Weather: terrible. It would take effort to find worse conditions to shoot in"
The streets were bustling with people. They always were, and the raging storm did little to change that. If anything, the flood of umbrellas moving along in every direction all at once made the city look even more oversaturated than it truly was, and said umbrellas reflecting the artificial lights in all directions did very little to ease her nerves. The rain splashing around further reflected the light from the ever-illuminated advertising signs, neons breaking through the dark of the night as if to make everyone forget that the sun could actually set at some point during the day.
The rain was falling thick and heavy. For once Monique was glad that the city was that filled with billboards and such, for it was one such billboard that was keeping her from getting utterly soaked: not even her waterproof cloak could do much in that weather without some kind of additional help. The wind was blowing strong and loud too, especially up there on the roof. There weren't many corners one could stand in to avoid the everglowing lights, much less so while also keeping a good visual on a target, but knowing exactly where each and every of those corners were was also part of her job.
"Target: nobody warranting my involvement"
She held back a sigh and pulled two arrows from her quiver, her gaze focused on a distant building. One much taller than the one she was standing on top of, but the room she was aiming for was on the floor that lined up perfectly with the roof she would be shooting from. There were a little over an hundred meters of distance between her and the target, the lighting was horrible, and there were cables running all over from one palace to the other, but what really bothered her was the wind. The rain too, to a lesser degree.
She held one arrow with her ring and little fingers while nocking the other with her thumb, index and middle. The muscles in her back contracted as she pulled the string of her bow, making a conscious effort to ignore the rain that still managed to fall on her through the billboard and wet her through the cloak.
There were two people in the room she was staring at. One was the target, a businessman on the rise in the wrong business. The description matched: a forte, slightly forward-facing horns, around one hundred and seventy centimeters tall, dark brown hair, an horridly pretentious monocle on his left eye, and a small scar on his chin, partially hid by a short beard. It was a bit hard to make out all the details from that distance and with such a weather, but not impossible. The other person was a potential business partner of his, one she had seen on the list of acceptable collateral damage for the job.
Killing him as well was a bit of a pain, but the cleanup crew would have an easier time sorting things out without anyone around to make a ruckus over a dead body, which in turn would make it less likely for Monique to have to clean up after any mess they might make.
Granted, he was probably going to end up dead anyway but, were she the one to shoot the arrow, he was sure to die right there and then, where and when getting rid of the body would be easier, assuming the other members of the Armorless had properly done their preparations.
Seriously, did they truly need her to take that shot in the first place? It wasn't something any random amateur could pull off, sure, but to have to send her... they were really lacking in decent workers, weren't they? That did explain why they'd gone out of their way to recruit her, at least. Not to mention that the target wasn't even someone really important. That whole thing shouldn't have required her direct involvement in the first place, no.
But work was work. The pay Monique received was good, generous even, but it came at a price. Being the lapdog of the K.G.C.C. was part of said price, and sometimes she couldn't help but wonder wether it was really worth it.
"Mood: bad"
She took a deep breath and then held it in. She focused on the falling rain to visualize which way the winds were blowing and how intensely, looking for the right path to release her arrow into. A few moments at most went by, after which she shot. Nearly at the same time, she juggled the second arrow around into her three strong fingers and immediatly nocked it, drawing the string of her bow with much more force than before and releasing the second shot on a considerably more straightforward path, sending it flying at a much greater speed than the first one. The two arrows landed at effectively the same time, piercing the glass of the panoramic window without shattering it and striking both the target and the acceptable collateral damage cleanly in the head.
She released her breath and kept gazing, a third arrow already in her hand in case anything odd caught her eye. But nothing happened, so she pulled out her phone and started dialing.
"Monique here. Target down. Collateral no. 4 down. No others sighted from my position. Move in"
"Right away"
She briefly kept staring, until two of their men entered the apartment, and then she turned around and left. Her own apartment was far, much too far to get back to and still have at least some semblance of rest before sunrise. But by then she'd been in Kawalerielki long enough to know a few good -or decent, at least- hotels she could spend the night at. She just wanted to drop by a certain other place before trying to get at least a bit of sleep in.
Then her phone rang. It wasn't a number she had in her contact list, but it still was a number she recognized. And so she begrudgingly took the call, all the while walking among dark, tiny alleys, the one most shielded from the rain.
"Diligent as always, Monique de-"
"What do you want?" she cut him off, because she really wasn't in the right mood to deal with Roy's antics.
Well, not like she'd ever been in such a mood at any point of her life, to be honest.
"Are you getting enough sleep? You sound pretty tired"
"I'm hanging up"
"Ok, ok, I'm spilling the bean, jeez. Do you remember that little thing I helped you with?"
Monique groaned. Only mentally, but she groaned.
"Where"
"There's a nice place in the third discrict of plate seven, the Picked String. From the small park, head towards district two, it's in the fourth road on the left"
The place ringed a bell, but nothing more.
"When"
"Tomorrow, at... nine in the evening?"
She had clearly told him she wouldn't make any changes in her schedule to accomodate him. Unfortunately, she was indeed free at nine in the evening the following day. Sure, she could've just turned him down, but she did owe him a favor from last time, and being indebted to Roy in any way was... most unpleasant. To say the least. The sooner she got rid of said debt, the better.
She was also almost sure Roy had looked into her schedule and picked that time precisely because he knew she'd be free. As much as he liked to act like a complete idiot, he wouldn't have lasted nearly as long in that line of business had he really been one.
Screw him.
"Tomorrow" she repeated "Quick and professional"
"Sure" he said back, not even trying to hide his sarcasm "I'd planned to give you more of a notice but seems like you weren't lying when you said that skipping too many cycles leads to some complications"
"Of course I wasn't lying" she replied, letting her annoyance fully come through "How many years has it been since you last didn't take suppressants?"
"What's this, Monique? Are you worried about me? I'm mov-"
She closed the call and put her phone away. Partially because she was done listening to his ramblings, and partially because she had reached her destination. The storefront of an establishment specialized in tea, coffee, spirits and -most importantly- wines. There was, however, a sign hanging on the door, a sign with only three words written on it.
'Closed for renovations'
Her eyebrow twitched. Had she still had her phone in hand, she might've accidentally cracked it a little.
Or maybe a lot.
The storm of the previous day had mostly gone by, but Monique's humor hadn't improved much if at all. That was in good part due to her current commitment, which had led her to an hotel she'd never before set foot in. The building wasn't all that tall, at least for the standards of that plate of Kawalerielki, but if the front was anything to go by then it wasn't exactly a cheap place to rent a room at. Not terribly expensive either but, considering what she was there for, she might've preferred a less fancy hotel, if only because that'd be more likely to be empty.
Whatever.
She walked in and went right past the reception, straight to the stairs. Roy had sent her a message around half an hour earlier telling her which room he'd booked and, judging by how nobody of the security bothered to stop her to ask where she was going, he'd probably informed the staff that he was awaiting a guest. Such an act wouldn't really bother nor impress her but, coming from Roy, it was kinda annoying.
Or maybe she was simply overestimating the kind of security that place had and anyone could really just walk in without a problem. Unlikely, considering that the hotel seemed like an actually good one, but not impossible. Not like she really cared either way. She headed to the sixth floor, quickly found the right door and walked in, without bothering to knock.
The room was spacious. Almost too spacious even. The furniture was made of wood, pretty good wood at that. With decorations carved right into them, even. The lamps weren't cheap either, and the same could be said for the the carpets, the curtains and also the knick-knacks laid all over. It was all pretty elegant, fairly expensive-looking and probably actually expensive too. Just short of being pompous, some might say.
Honestly, she really liked that kind of style, and she hated that Roy had picked such a room for the occasion. Doubly so because she didn't believe that to be a coincidence. He didn't waste any chance to act like a buffoon, but he wasn't actually one.
Which only made him all the more unbearable.
Talking about Roy, he wasn't in the main room. And, just as Monique turned her gaze to a door that likely led to the bathroom, her colleague came walking out of it. Clad in only a bathrobe, as it turned out.
"Oh. Hey there, Monique" he greeted almost casually, scrubbing his wet hair with a towel "Punctual as ever"
She didn't reply, unless one were to consider her frown as an answer, and headed for the bathroom herself instead.
"Take your time" he almost hummed moments before she closed the door behind her.
The bathroom, too, was larger than it had any need to be and littered with pretty knick-knacks. A large window looked out, though Roy seemingly still had enough decency to close it and pull the curtains shut before taking his shower.
Her nose twitched.
There was a decently strong aroma of soap inside there, of soap and shampoo, but neither was intense enough to fully conceal the other scent. Namely, Roy's scent. She almost wished she didn't have such a good sense of smell, the kuranta's aroma bringing back memories she wasn't exactly fond of.
She could also tell that its scent was a bit different. More intense, more pungent, and with a certain something that her brain refused to not register as vaguely pleasant. Which did make sense, since he was supposedly in heat at the moment.
How annoying.
She took a plastic bottle out of a pocket and then began to disrobe, taking her time to fold every garment at least decently. Last time she had just dropped everything on the floor, but that was at least partially because being in heat often made one act at least a bit different from usual. Surely. She placed her scarf, cape, dress, boots, gloves and undergaments on top of each other. Then she grabbed the bottle, pulled open the lid and poured some of the content on her palm.
The lotion, transparent and a bit oily, was a bit colder than she had expected. Not enough to annoy her though. Holding in a sigh, she began to apply some to her privates. Not really because she wanted to enjoy having sex with Roy, no. Rather, the thought of lying with him just couldn't get her wet enough without her being in heat, and she had absolutely no intention of getting any tears down there. She poured some more and pushed her hands inside herself, spreading the lotion on her inner walls as well, repeating the process until she figured she had used enough, a very -very- faint redness having made its way to her cheeks by the time she was done.
She briefly considered taking the bottle with her to the main room, since it wasn't empty, but quickly decided against it for one reason or another. Not like there was much left inside anyway. And so she walked out of the bath stark naked, tail low and ears standing tall.
Roy was there, of course, drinking what looked like sparkling wine from a glass, standing right in the middle of the room, and Monique just hated how lovely the scene wouldn've been had she not known what kind of personality the kuranta had.
"You could've done that here, you know" he commented as he turned to face her.
His bathrobe was open, which made perfect sense given what they were about to do but still annoyed her. There was still a bit of water dripping down his dark hair, a sight she begrudgingly had to admit -to herself and herself only- she enjoyed. His ears were standing up a bit more than usual, flapping every now and then. His irises were ever so slightly dilated. And his scent was hitting her nose with more intensity than she'd have liked. His chest heaved up and down with every breath, as if to show off his toned muscles, his scars, and the rib Monique was almost sure he was missing. And, well, his erection, a bit of translucent fluid already leaking from its stiff member. That one thing Monique could understand, given the circumstances and who he was staring at. Overall, the sight brought a very, very faint red to her face, and an even fainter, natural lubrication to her privates.
Physically speaking -stricktly physically speaking- why in the bloody hell did he have to be so damn attractive?
"You wish" she replied as she stepped forward, and Roy made no attempt to avert his gaze from her.
Unlike last time, her lips were fully closed, her ears standing right up, and her legs straight to not accentuate her hips. That didn't change the fact that she looked gorgeous though, fact he made sure to point out with a whistle. She rolled her eyes in response.
"Want some?" he asked as he offered her a glass of wine.
"No" she replied shortly.
That wine was good. She could tell just by looking at the label on the bottle. Really good. But while getting absolutely stoned on alcohol to not remember a single thing that was about to happen had its appeal, being as clear-minded as possible was clearly the better idea.
"Sure. Suit yourself" he agreed without much of a fuss as he set both glasses down on a table and took the bathrobe off.
Guess he's really in heat she figured, since everything suggested so.
That, and Roy wasn't actually that much of a liar, at least with his colleagues. One of the very few positive traits he had.
"Got yourself nice and ready I see" he commented with his usual smile that far too closely resembled a smirk, his eyes briefly wandering to the chemical burn on her leg before settling on her lubed-up privates "I'm flattered"
"Making me as dry as physically possible makes you proud?"
"That would sound a lot more convincing if you hadn't spent the better half of our last meeting purring, Monique dear"
She couldn't tell how exactly she managed to not punch him there and then, in all honesty.
"I don't care what you believe or don't believe" she replied as she walked past him and to the bed.
The sheets were pleasantly cool and soft, something she had expected given how thick they seemed to be.
"Let's get it over it" she pretty much ordered as she lied flat on her back, her legs bent at the knees, her feet still on the ground "Quick and professional"
"... come on, Monique" he said, equally annoyed and bothered "Who do you take me for? Enjoy yourself a bit, would that kill you?"
Despite his words, she noticed him taking an ever so small step forward. Assuming her guess was right and Roy had suppressed his mating cycle with meds for at least seven years, he was showing a remarkable amount of self control, that much she had to recognize.
Not verbally, granted.
"Shut up and get to it, Roy" she replied, her voice as annoyed as it usually was when the kuranta was involved "Quick and professional. Just like last time"
A small part of her, an incredibly small part of her did wonder if maybe she wasn't exaggerating a bit. The rest of her being just wanted to not end up as... into it as last time. Granted, she was extremely unlikely to lose control like that again since she wasn't in heat anymore, but she still wanted to take as few risks as possible. That, and the less Roy thought she liked his bed performance the better.
As for Roy, he still hadn't figured out in which way neither what happened last time nor what was about to happen could be considered professional. Not that he really minded that.
"... fine, fine" he said as he scratched his nape "As you wish. I took a pill, by the way"
"Good. Me too"
Roy knew that Monique was a rather cautious person. Still, he couldn't help but wonder if she just really didn't trust him at all. On one hand, that might be a problem further down the line, in the off chance an actually dangerous job got sent their way. On the other, he couldn't really blame her all that much given what line of work they were in. But that wasn't really what they were there for, so he pushed those thoughts away.
Which really didn't require any effort at all, what with the sight in front of him. Under normal circumstances, he would've taken his sweet time savoring Monique's naked figure lying on a bed in front of him. But to tell the truth, just holding himself back from the moment she had stepped out of the bathroom had taken a lot more out of him than he had expected. It's been years since he had last gone through his heat without suppressing it with medicines, but he still couldn't remember having ever had that much trouble holding back his urges.
So he stepped forward and grabbed her legs, pulling her hips to the edge of the bed. Her skin was rather smooth, which made both the scars and the patch covered in burn marks stand out all the more at the touch. That was rather pleasant though, his fingers sinking softly into her flesh and finding a layer of firm muscles awaiting them.
Their eyes met, and Roy did find his excitement die down a bit upon seeing just how... uninterested Monique looked. A part of him believed that to be just an act, considering the way she, let's say, lost it last time, but he couldn't be too sure. Having come that far, however, backing off wasn't really an option anymore. Actually, he would've bet that would have just made her way more upset.
"I'm about to fall asleep here" she commented, frowning a little bit upon seeing Roy chuckle at her words.
"Sorry, sorry, but the sight from up here is pretty good. Had me distracted for a second"
"Just shut up"
"Can't make promises" he replied as he aligned his member with her entrance, the lotion applied earlier doing wonders to make him slide along her artificially wet privates.
Had that complete lack of foreplay not soured his mood a bit, the excitement alone -mostly from his heat, yes, but partially also from the memories of their last time- might've gotten him panting even before starting. All he did was let out a soft groan instead as he pushed inside of her, failing to slide all the way in at once but still getting a strong rush of pleasure through himself, one much stronger than he had expected.
Monique, on her part, winced. The lotion helped, and Roy's own lubrication did too to a degree, but as it turned out the feline had overestimated how much of him she could take in a single push without being wet herself, her fingers nearly grasping the sheets out of instinct as a very faint pleasure flowed from her nethers, accompanied by a much more marked feeling of discomfort.
"You ok there, Monique dear?" he asked, and that last word nearly made her hiss.
"You're nothing I can't handle" she said back, still maintaining her usual tone, at least for the most part.
"Eh"
He adjusted his grip on her, making sure to get an handful of her firm rear too, before pushing himself further in, just barely managing to keep himself from going all the way in a single stroke. Just like last time, the way her insides clamped around him was unlike anything he'd ever felt before, barring their previous meeting of that kind of course. Her lack of lubrication did make it a bit uncomfortable to slide in, especially with how tight she was, but his own heightened sensitivity made up for that. The feline's expression changed a bit when she felt him reach further than she had expected, an hint of heat beginning to form in her nether regions.
She hadn't given it that much thought last time, but Roy seemed just a tad too well endowed. Granted, she had no idea what the average size of a kuranta was, but she refused to waste her time looking up that sort of informations.
Partially just to enjoy himself, partially to try and get Monique to enjoy it too -though that could be argued to still end up being about Roy's own fun- he moved an hand from her hips to her chest, gripping her breast with more force than he had meant to without even realizing, her other breast swaing softly as he began to pull himself back, the motion sending a faint and paradoxically unpleasant pleasure through her, and a much stronger, simple one through him. Then he pushed in again, more slowly than he'd have liked to as the lube alone just wasn't enough for smooth intercourse right off the bat. A somewhat surprising fact, considering that Monique had applied a rather generous amount of it. He made a certain effort to control his breathing, since while he didn't mind letting his voice out, he also didn't quite want to give off the wrong impression.
Monique was still mostly indifferent, at least on her face, but as he kept groping her breast and fondling her hip he clearly saw her nipples, not totally soft to begin with, grow even stiffer.
She looked at the ceiling, making sure to keep her tail still to not give away anything. The scent Roy was giving off was beginning to fill her nose, something she honestly hadn't expected given the position they were in, and it was beginnig to have an effect on her, in a much similar way as her own had had on him back when the one in heat had been her.
That, and Roy did know how to use his hands. The one on her hip wasn't doing all that much in the way of stimulation, though the touch itself was rather nice. The one groping her breast, however, occasionally pinched and played with her nipple with a fair bit of roughness which she honestly enjoyed, redness now undeniably on her cheeks. On the bright side, Roy's face was much more flushed than hers.
He began to pick up the pace. That was still far too slow for her standards, technically speaking, but it was giving her enough time to adjust to his size, and of that she couldn't complain. A weak, almost distant throb began to form within her, a faint tingling sensation, and she did her best to ignore it. She even considered putting something on her nose to not take in any more of his scent, but immediatly discarded the idea. She wouldn't give him that kind of satisfaction.
Then, much to her surprise, she felt Roy throb within herself, his muscles tensing up a bit, a not too weak grunt leaving his lips as an hot, sticky substance released inside of her, so suddenly that she jerked -if only very slightly- in response to the feeling, an amount she could only think of as excessive filling her and almost overflowing, a gentle pleasure softly spreading through her for a few short moments before dissipating, just as Roy caught his breath.
"... oh" she commented, now with a wide smirk of her own "And here I thought you pulled off a premature performace last time. But this is something else"
"Well, Monique dear" he replied, admittedly surprised at just how sensitive his heat had made him "You're just that good, aren't you?"
"Spare the flattery. You're going through your rut, and it's been who knows how long since your last one. I know once isn't enough"
"Right you are on that, uh. You're so sweet when you worry about me"
She groaned.
"Just get it over with. I'll try to not fall asleep in the meanwhile" she said, throwing her gaze back at the ceiling just to annoy him. And because she didn't quite want to stare at him, since he looked just a tad too hot at the moment.
In response, Roy just slapped her without a warning. Not on her face, no. He wasn't into that, nor did he have a deathwish. His hand hit Monique right on her clit instead, something she admittedly hadn't anticipated, roughly half a yelp making its way out of her throat before she could catch it.
"Not sleepy anymore?" he asked as he resumed moving back and forth inside of her, his oh-so-annoying grin on full display on his face.
"Shut your mouth before I do it myself" she warned him in response.
She couldn't deny -to herself- that the slap had sent quite the shiver through her body. And Roy's thumb poking and rubbing her clit with maybe just a tad too much vigor was definitively working as well. Not to mention that the semen from his first orgasm was easing the penetration to a degree, further pushing the act away from being uncomfortable and fully into the territory of being entirely pleasurable.
Not to mention that Roy was panting and sweating a bit. Because of her.
And dear god, why did he have to look so hot like that?
She grasped the sheets, the stimulations beginning to get to her, her stubborness preventing her from either pinching her nose to not take in any more of his annoyingly alluring scent or biting her lips to make sure she wouldn't let out a single sound. Her breaths began to grow a bit heavier, heat building up in her nether regions and slowly spreading through the rest of her body. Keeping her hips from jolting whenever Roy fully pushed himself inside of her or teased her clit was taking a lot more of her willpower than she would ever be willing to admit, but she took some solace in still being in full control of her tail and ears. And of her vocalizations too, for the most part.
The kuranta kept moving, not too quickly as to not overwhelm himself with the sensations. Monique already felt unreasonably good to the senses -on the sheets, at least- when he was in normal conditions: with his heat amplifying his sensitivity, however, he could feel himself approaching another climax quickly. Too quickly, honestly, which left him somewhat disappointed with himself. The feline's reactions, on their part, were doing surprisingly little to help him rein in his excitement. The slight, barely noticeable twitch of her ears. The excessive stillness of her tail. The way her breasts moved up and down with every breath she took. The slowly but steadily growing flushness of her cheeks. The rare beads of sweat running down her skin.
Damn, was she beautiful.
And with that thought he reached another orgasm, his member twitching and pulsating as he released his seed within her once again, a not too soft grunt leaving his lips as he pushed himself as far inside of Monique as he could, the sticky fluid quickly pushing out the previous load and overflowing.
"... ah. Again already? Heat can only explain so much, Roy" she taunted with a soft, wicked grin.
He found that unreasonably hot, which in turn led him to wonder just what the hell was going through his own head.
"Aahh, well... " he began to answer while catching his breath "... that's on me, I guess. But don't worry, Monique dear, I can still go"
"And I should be happy because... ?"
"Because" he replied as he leaned down "You were clamping down pretty damn hard, you know?"
She was closer than ever to punching that smile off his face. But he was right, unfortunately: she was feeling it. Enjoying it even, much more than she'd like.
"Finishing first, and then finishing again right away, is what you're flaunting about? God, Roy" she replied, her smirk sharper than ever before "That's so pathetic"
His eyebrow twitched at her words. Perhaps because he wasn't quite in his right mind, perhaps because he felt somewhat wounded in his pride, perhaps because he had gotten a bit fed up with Monique's attitude, or maybe because he just wanted to see her melt and lose it the same way as last time, but most likely due to all of the above, something inside of him snapped.
He pulled out completely without a warning, nearly getting half a moan out of Monique as he grabbed her and turned her around, pushing her down on the mattress and nearly lying on her back, holding both her arms with one of his to still have the other one free.
"You fuc- !" she began to curse at him, stopping halfway to keep her voice in check when he pushed back inside of her all at once.
"Yeah, yeah, I know that already!" he pretty much shouted, and nearly right into her ears too given their new position.
Ears which twitched a couple of times as Roy started thrusting much more wildly than before, the distinctive sound of flesh hitting flesh filling the large room as he let himself get lost in his needs, his first two orgasms having left him more sensitive while also having pushed his third one farther away. Some semblance of refractary period, maybe.
"Ah!" Monique laughed, if only to hide a moan as she felt Roy bite her on the shoulder, his other arm reaching for her chest and roughly, almost violently playing with her breasts "Finally grew a backbone?!"
"Guess we're about to find out!"
Truth be told, Monique liked that approach a lot better. She'd rather die than tell him that, but his relentless thrusting, combined with his bites on her shoulder and nibbles on her neck, had sent a sudden surge of excitement flowing through her, enough to make her lose control over her own ears and tail, the two moving not quite wildly but still much more than she'd have wanted. To make things worse -by making them better- was that in that position his scent reached her with more intensity. His scent, his breath, the feeling of his sweat on her skin and his muscles against hers, his grunts, they all added up, her voice beginning to leak out despite her best attempts at holding it in, her insides clamping down even harder on him.
There was just one thing missing. But she could still take it even in that position.
And so she did just that.
The way Roy was holding her down was a bit uncomfortable, if in a surprisingly good way, but it didn't keep him out of her reach. She pushed her hands back, her palms meeting his body. And she sunk her claws in his sides, dragging them along to scratch, maybe even downright cut him.
Roy let out a surprised scream, and that tipped Monique well over the edge, his pained voice almost forcing her ears to twitch with delight, her tail waving as much as it could with the kuranta right on top of her, her insides contracting as her breathing came to a brief halt, every muscle of her body growing stiff and then relaxing again.
"Enjoying yourself, Monique?" he asked, more loudly than he might've meant maybe as he kept shaking his hips, his free hand moving pretty much randomly from one breast to the other as he kept toying with her chest.
She took advantage of the fact that he couldn't quite see her face to bite down her lip and shut herself up for the time being, though making sure to not draw her own blood required much more effort than she had expected, their uninterrupted mating prolonging her orgasm and making it increasingly hard to control herself, pleasure building and fading and building again.
"Fucking bastard" she hissed.
"That your typ- aagh!" he screamed as Monique dug her nails into him again and, damn it, were his screams sexy.
"Fine then!" he shouted as he moved his hands to grasp hers from behind, their fingers intertwining as he pinned her hands down to the mattress, resting pretty much his whole weight on her.
"Can't handle a little scratching, Roy?" she mocked between one heavy breath and the other.
"Yours are neither little nor scratches, damn it!"
Truth be told, the real reason why he had secured her hands in place was that he feared getting any more cuts from her would make him reach another climax too early.
The hell's wrong with me?
She tried to push herself back up, to break free of his grasp, but failed at both things. Roy wasn't all that much stronger than her, physically speaking, but he had an advantageous position at the moment. Not to mention that being in heat could maybe be said to be somewhat alike to being under steroids too, in a certain sense. And so Monique found herself having to take it for a while, hating just how much she was enjoying struggling beneath Roy, her nose taking in more and more of his scent despite her attempts at not doing that, the feeling of his muscles against her back sending warm tingles down her spine and all the way to the tip of her tail, her insides contracting whenever he pushed as far inside of her as he could, the sound of his hips hitting her behind filling the room and her -their- ears.
It took longer than she'd have wanted -and less than she'd have liked- for Roy to reach another climax, his member throbbing and pulsating within her a third time, his panting causing her fur to stand on end, his warm seed overflowing, her insides already full, each spurt sending yet another wave of pleasure through her. She still managed to keep her voice mostly under control, but even that might not last much longer.
With all of that said, Roy's grip on the feline had loosened a bit during his climax. And so she took advantage of that, because if she really was going to enjoy that then by the heavens she was going to enjoy it her way.
"Woah!"
Monique rolled around on her side, switching their positions around and ending up on top of Roy, with her back still to him. She broke free of his grasp but, rather than getting up, turned her hands around to immediatly grab his instead, locking her legs around his to keep them at least somewhat in place.
"My, Monique, how spunky!"
"Shut it, idiot!"
Not quite to silence him, she dug her nails into his hands again, hard, as hard as she could. There were definitively going to be bloodstains on the sheets once they were done but she couldn't care less about that even if she tried. Roy cried out in pain again, and that sound brought Monique over the edge a second time, her insides pulsating against him once more as her body tensed up, her breaths stopping for a few seconds before resuming, heat and pleasure spreading through her every fiber before beginning to slowly dissipate.
"So much for trying not to fall asleep, uh. Agh!"
She dug her nails even further into his hands somehow. Truthfully, by that point Monique might've even considered herself satisfied to a degree, had that just been some casual sex with a random someone. But that was Roy. And she could tell -feel- that he wasn't done yet. Understandable, what with being in heat and having skipped it one too many times. But she refused to let him think he could tire her out.
"Your performance is so pathetic I would've had nightmares about it!" she shouted back as she resumed moving her hips, his heavy breaths and his pained groans mixing into a blissful melody in her twitching ears.
"Let's see about that then!" he screamed back before biting down onto her shoulder again, with enough strength to most likely leave a mark.
Truthfully, Roy wasn't terribly into that particular act he had just performed.
But it got Monique to meowl and, heavens above, were her meowls hot.
Fuck! Not again!
"Bastard!"
"Thanks, you too sweetie!"
As much as Monique tried, there was only so much she could do to keep up with the libido of someone in heat. She somehow managed to keep moving up and down along his member even as Roy went through another orgasm, and then through one of her own, but by that point the pleasure itself was beginning to get uncomfortable. Not to mention that Roy insisted on biting her shoulder and neck, each time sending a shiver down her spine and a meowl out of her lips, the latter of which was hopelessly arousing and also utterly humiliating. To make things better -worse. To make things worse, Roy hadn't stopped moving his hips once. Her occasionally leaking moans, her heavy panting, her wildly twitching ears, her scent, her sweat, her thighs now drenched in her own fluids as well as his, her waving tail, heck, even her nails dug deep into his flesh, they all fueled his desire.
With that said, Monique sank her nails even deeper still, all of a sudden. An attempt at distracting herself, albeith one that failed pretty horribly as Roy's pained groan merely increased her own arousal.
"For hell's- a bit gentler, would you?!"
"Can't even hold hands now?! Ah!"
"You- fine!"
He suddenly pushed his hands up, clapping them and by extension Monique's together, the sudden impact making her loosen her grip a bit. Not much, but enough for him to break free of her grasp and run an arm around her neck, his other hand closing around her fingers to keep both her hands pinned, in what was admittedly a rather uncomfortable hold for both of them.
"Fucker!"
"Kinda the point?!"
He tightened his grip on her neck a bit, immediatly regretting it as he felt her clamp down on him even harder, more pleasure than he knew how to handle filling his head. But, much to his own surprise, he still wans't quite satisfied yet. Monique started to trash around, not so much with her hips but rather with her legs, the slight lack of air making her even more sensitive than all her previous orgasms had already left her as. Then she managed to break her hands free and dig her nails into his arm, his groan of pain nearly getting her off one more time.
"Aagh! God! Fucking! Damn it! Monique!"
He rolled around, ending up on top of the feline again, his whole weight pushing down on her to keep her at least somewhat still. He could also better adjust his thrusts in that position, speeding up just a little bit and aiming at a spot he knew was more sensitive, his grip on her neck tightening in response to the nails sinking even further into his arm, his other hand roaming to her breasts and getting a rough feel of them, each pinch on her nipples sending another jolt through her, occasionally taking a brief detour to her clit as well to send even more pleasure surging through her.
As for why he didn't try to lodge her nails out of his flesh, well, by then he was just too tired to even try and convince himself that he didn't like that.
As for Monique, she wasn't quite shaking her hips anymore. Or rather, she had stopped completely. She was still breathing of course, he could feel that, but she wasn't struggling quite as much anymore, overwhelmed not so much by the admittedly only very mild lack of air but rather by all the stimulations.
Or so Roy had thought until she suddenly pulled his arm open just enough to shake her head and neck free, at least for the split second she needed to sink her fangs into his arm.
Sink her teeth.
All of them.
Deep.
Roy screamed in pain, and that got them both over the edge another time, though neither would admit to it. Monque lied pretty much still as Roy pushed what little he had left in him within her, her insides overflowing even more as the two briefly stopped breathing, only for their lungs to resume their activities moments later, a panting, shaking mess of sweat and exhaustion resting motionlessly on the sheets.
... fuck this.
No. Not like that. She refused to let him think he had tired her out. With her stamina already depleted, Monique forced her muscles to action through sheer willpower -or stubborness, as some might say- and pushed Roy off her back, breaking their connection and getting right back on top of him, straddling him as their eyes met.
"O-ohy, Monique? Dear?"
"Call me dear one more time" she hissed as she slammed herself right back on him again, a pained groan leaving his lips and nearly hers as well.
"Are you kidding me?!"
"What, tired already?!"
"And you aren't?!"
He managed to catch her wrists before her nails could find his chest but, between his exhaustion and the excessive stimulation he was receiving, the pleasure not so pleasurable anymoe, his attempts at shaking her off failed, and Monique kept bouncing up and down along him. A sight he admittedly greatly appreciated, especially for how disheveled she looked.
As for Monique herself, she was actually in more discomfort than him, each thrust sending a bit of pain through her together with the pleasure, which by itself had already accumulated so much it'd turned partially unpleasant somehow, her overstimulated nerves no longer able to properly process it.
Then, however, Roy started moving again. That took her by surprise, especially because she could feel his erection slowly fading inside of her, a middleground between a groan and a moan leaving her lips.
"Just how the hell are you still going?!"
"Just shut your mouth!"
And to do just that Monique did the only thing she could think of in the heat of the moment.
She headbutted Roy.
She headbutted him hard.
So much so they both felt dizzy for a moment, a dull sound echoing in their ears. The kuranta was left stunned a bit longer, if only because he hadn't seen that one coming at all, his hips stopping for a moment while Monique persisted in her perhaps rather questionable quest to assert dominance.
More quickly than she was hoping for, Roy found himself going through another orgasm, albeith a dry one, only a few drops being released inside of her, the climax not entirely welcome for Roy himself. And then she kept going despite the protests of both him and of her own body, until she got herself over the edge one final time. Not because she wanted it, hell, that last one barely felt pleasurable at all despite -or rather, precisely because of- how sensitive she had gotten by that point, but just to make a point.
Then, and only then, she stopped, rolling off to the side and falling next to Roy, their connection broken.
"... done already?" she asked.
"... you're crazy"
"Loser"
"Maniac"
And then no more words were exchanged. For probably ten minutes or so, they lied flat on the bed, still, the heavy scent of bodily fluids -blood as well- surrounding them.
... damn it, she had it in her mouth.
... fuck it, he tasted good.
Shit.
"... how long... have you been taking heat suppressor for?" she eventually asked.
"I think... fourtheen years or so?"
"Fucking hell, Roy" she groaned "You must be sterile by now. I took a pill for nothing. Twice"
"... for real?"
"We're in a wretched behemot of a nomadic city, not in the middle of damn nowhere. You can look it up yourself if you're actually concerned at all"
"Eh. Thanks, dear"
She punched him. There wasn't any strength in that punch, but she punched him in the jaw nonetheless. Unfortunately, all she earned with that was a chuckle from Roy.
How terribly annoying.
After that, the first one to get up was Monique, but maybe saying that she got off the bed would've been more accurate as her legs gave out as soon as she tried to stand up.
"Eh" Roy chuckled, and the way Monique's tail waved in annoyance in response to that was surprisingly cute.
It took the feline all she had and then some to get back on her feet and head to the bathroom. Roy made sure to enjoy that sight before making his way to a drawer and pulling out a first aid kit from it.
Because their first experience together had made him guess he might need one, though he admittedly hadn't expected to get that many wounds. It was quite annoying. And exciting too, but he didn't really want to think about that last part. By the time Monique came back out of the bath, fully washed and clothed but with legs still as unsteady as they could be, Roy had since long finished cleaning up his wounds. He'd have to do that again after his shower, but...
... damn it. That's gonna hurt like hell with these wounds.
"Say, Monique" he spoke while she made her way to the door "Your heat's taken care of for the year, and mine too, so how about we have dinner together one of these days? Quick and professional" he asked, making sure to put extra emphasis on the last three words.
She turned around, if only to glare at him.
"Fuck you"
"Well, that too if you want. I surely wouldn't mind at all" he said with a smirk "You're the best partner I've ever had on the sheets, you know"
Truth be told, that evening had gone nothing like she had planned. She had taken some solace in the fact that she had somehow kept herself from purring during it all, but the slight twitch of her ears upon earing those words shattered even that little solace.
Fucking bastard.
And a fucking moron to herself, too, for having gotten herself in that situation in the first place.
"Of course I am. Just don't think you're the best I've experienced" she said.
"Mind giving me another chance then? Just... I need some time to recover. Damn it, you sure play hard" he commented as he rubbed his wounds, some more severe than others and all still aching, some downright hurting still, the kuranta wondering wether he could manage to drag himself to the shower somehow or if he still needed some rest before actually walking.
"Go to hell, Roy" she concluded as she turned around and left, only to spend a good twenty minutes sitting on the stairs to recover because god damn it, had that been one hell of a rough ride.
A rough and honestly great ride, but the last one with him.
Definitively.
... definitively.
I said way back then that I'd like to write more about these two so, uh... better late than never I guess.
Thank you for reading.
