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Word Count: 460
A Kiss for Shelter
Compassion
The noble seemed insatiable. The morning hours ticked away and he had yet to part from her. Not once had he abandoned the futon where he took her twice more before his energy seemed to abate.
His slick chest rose and fell against her own, her thighs still hugged to his hips. She was sore not only inside but out- finger shaped bruises were forming below her ribs, at her hips, and on the underside of her thighs. Even her scalp tingled- felt a bit raw from his hands winding in her hair tightly, forcing her to meet his eyes as he pistoned into her. At times he brushed through her locks tenderly, kissing her languidly as his pace grew sensual.
She knew she should not allow him to remain- to let him soften inside her, but there was something demanding about the way he curled his arms around her now. And something sorrowful about the way he kissed beneath her jaw and breathed against her neck as though she meant more to him than just a night's release.
She knew it was wrong to tenderly let her fingers trail through his inky silk strands with one hand while smoothing over the taut muscles of his back with the other. But his audible breath reaching her ears and the way his grey eyes held the lantern light if she were to glance down into his face drove her hands.
"The first night- an ideal client will be polite, but firm. They will tell you what they want. If they should deviate into territory unsuitable to our reputation, you must remind them of the stipulations upon the contract drawn. But in most cases they will treat you as what you are and that is truly the best case scenario. A degree of attachment is necessary to keep the client faithful to your services- but sentiment is not to be curried. You are a fantasy- but do not let them see something that isn't there." Those were the words with which the mistress advised all the new recruits- a coda for all the house to live by.
Yet Xochitl couldn't help but let the sympathy she felt gentle her caresses. For a time he seemed content enough, with his head resting on her chest. She couldn't help but wonder what thoughts- perhaps memories were passing behind his distant pewter gaze.
From what she perceived, it seemed to ring true- what her mistress had observed. He was just a man reaching for humanity once more.
Yet soon enough he pulled away, untangled himself and looked down at her with his apathetic mask in place.
No words were exchanged as she bowed and took her leave before yellow light had splashed onto the horizon.