Romance IS Industry
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Fable, unfortunately. Lyrics below are Fever from Bullet for my Valentine. Also, I am WARNING you, this is for mature audiences only, so if you're not of age or easily flustered, please avert thine eyes! Now, lights..camera...action!
I can feel your fever taking over
Can you see your fever taking over me?
I can feel your fever taking over
Got a dirty feeling that your the remedy
She was hunger. She was heat. She was agonizing, unbearable need.
Nix lay on the padded bottom of the cage, breathing heavy and nearly mindless with desire. She tossed her head from one side to the other in frustration, the strands of her hair that touched and whispered over her feverish skin causing her to let out a small, tortured moan. She bit her bottom lip. Hard enough to draw the coppery taste of blood as a fading voice in the back of her mind called out to her. It was pleading to return to sanity even as that same tiny part of her knew that she was steadily being swept further and further out in this hellish sea of lust.
The intensity in which she needed to be touched was as cruel as it was all-consuming, border lining on pain. Every fiber of her being was demanding something, yet she did not know how to achieve the very thing her body and mind so desperately craved.
Rolling over, she savored the feel of the satiny floor of her prison pressed against the front of her body, a vast portion of her clothes having been discarded. Her body bare for all to see save for the tiny, lacy white fabric that enclosed her very hot, very damp core. What were they called again? She had a feeling she may have known at some point...
She'd just begun to reach down to strip out of the irritating cloth when a sound penetrated through the lustful fog. A merry, whistled tune and the click clack of footsteps on the tile floor, getting closer...
It barely registered and garnered nothing more then a lazy, mildly interested flick of her eyes to the door, crossing her arms over and out in front her, resting her head on them as she watched and waited. Moments later a man stepped around the corner, clad mostly in black, a red halo cast on his sandy gold hair from the lanterns above, one hand occupied with a tray he'd carried in.
"Good evening, m'lady. I've got some water here for you, Lord Reaver said I was to make sure you stay hydrated." He said cheerily, the slight speech impediment accenting his words, and she didn't understand a bit of the gibberish coming out of his mouth.
He turned and drew near, his eyes squinting as he hoped to catch a glimpse of the fair princess. What he got was a little more than he'd expected, and both tray and metal goblet of water he'd brought for her clanged loudly on the tile. His eyes doing a long once over before two bushy brows shot up.
With heightened senses, Nix could smell the man from where he stood, and with interest briefly piqued, she lifted her head to examine him. He was inching nervously forward, seeming like he wasn't sure he wanted to be here, and she found that odd because he couldn't take his eyes off her. That part made sense though, she was a particularly fine animal, after all. Unfortunately for him, he was not. His face was unappealing, a big portion of it covered with some sort of cloth, his slouched posture lacking any dominant bearing. Within seconds of her examination she could tell three things. He was uninteresting, weak, and she would break him. Not what she needed at all. She turned her head away with a frustrated huff, she had wished for something to ease her suffering, but it certainly wouldn't be him.
Edging closer still, the male said in a hoarse voice.
"Oh come now sweet 'art, why don't you sit up and let ol' Barry Hatch get a good look-see, hm?"
"What a lovely night this has turned out to be." Reaver murmured to himself as he stepped through the doors of his dining hall, spinning his cane in one black gloved hand. It wasn't every night one caught a beautiful young woman, a princess no less, in their home and practically gift wrapped.
Well, at least for most people, it isn't. He thought dryly with a low snicker.
After leaving the royal rebel in the capable hands of his right hand man, he'd
made a quick jaunt over to the home of the newly wed nobles that had just moved to Millfields. So thrilled they'd been by being graced with his presence and sincerest well-wishes, it'd been quick work tumbling them into bed, even though technically they hadn't even made it to the bed. He usually liked to linger but after slaking his needs he'd bid them a hasty farewell, something far more interesting awaiting him at home.
Lips quirking into a fiendish smile, he rounded the corner to his bedroom. Immediately he noticed the secret passage was opened, and he clicked his tongue in annoyance. Hatch was constantly forgetting to close the damn thing, making him consider if it was perhaps time to get a new valet. He did enjoy the man's ribald commentary from time to time, but servants were a gold piece a dozen.
Leaning the cane against the wall, he took his favored top hat from his head and pulled off the gloves, setting them on his desk. Shrugging out of his black fur lined coat and leaving it across one of the wingback chairs that stood in front of the hearth, he made for the private chamber with a spring in his step, anxious to see how his guest was faring.
Half way down the hallway, a loud clatter drew his attention and the Dragonstomper was instantly in his hand. Was it possible she was attempting an escape? Finger wrapped around the trigger and ready, he crept closer. It was silent for a moment then he heard Hatch saying something. A little tension eased out of his shoulders, the servants tone hadn't sounded threatened, but the still pistol remained firmly in hand.
Stepping into the room, he saw the man servant standing in front of the cage with his back to him, leaning over slightly with his hand reaching through the bars.
"And just what is it you think you're doing over there?" He inquired in a razor sharp tone, both nettled and intrigued. Hatch knew she was off limits yet he was deliberately disobeying his orders.
The man visibly startled, yanking his hand back and spinning about to face him.
"O-oh, Master Reaver. I was just bringing her some water like you said I ought to, sir." He stammered, skittishly eyeing the drawn pistol.
"Yes, I can see that." He said drolly, already having noted the mess upon the floor. A noise came from the cage behind Hatch, and with a flick of his gun issued a silent command for the man to step out of the way. Wasting no time, he skittered over to stand by the doors to await further orders or dismissal, happy he hadn't been shot for his near slip up.
The arousing sight that greeted him made him go hard, despite just having been out to sate his needs, and he found himself simply staring for a long moment.
"Hatch, leave us and only come back if I summon you. Let the other servants know I'm not to be disturbed." He said, his lips curling into a grim, catlike smile so big it caused the black heart on his cheek to crinkle slightly.
It was true that he'd made a deal to not touch her, but it was also true he was never one to deny himself or keep his word if he didn't wish to. If he were to have a conscience, it would have simply stated that she wasn't herself right now, and therefore did not qualify under the original agreement.
Just as she had with the other, she caught his scent before she'd even been able to see him, the first male standing in her way. She could hear him too, his deep voice sending shivers running down her spine as he said something she couldn't understand to the other, causing him to jump and thankfully turn away.
Lifting her head, she tried to peek around the slouched figure but to no avail. A powerful, electric aura exuded from the newcomer and she desperately wanted to see, and was delighted when the other moved quickly away, revealing the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. Dark, dominant, dangerous. That was exactly what she needed, what she had to have.
Pushing herself up to rest on her forearms and knees, she arched her back, sticking her rump in the air. Wetting her lips, she watched in mesmerized silence as he sauntered forward, an odd long object in his hand that he poked in between the bars, aiming it down at her.
Eager for attention, she sat up and came back to rest on her knees, grabbing onto the bars of her prison. The curious thing was now in her face, and he arched a slender brow in amusement, his face a mask of calm interest. The mask was quickly shattered though when she leaned forward and touched the tip of her pink tongue close to where his finger rested, close but not enough to touch, and ran it up the length of the cool metal to the end. Captivated by the way his intense eyes glazed and hardened, she smiled as he pulled the object back, shoving his other hand into his pocket and produced another small item that he shoved into a slot on the cage door. With a turn of the wrist and a soft metallic click, if she was finally to be released?
Confused when he seemed to be just about to free her then he turned and strolled over to the bed, sitting and leaning back casually onto his arms, legs spread. His demeanor seemed mostly to be cool and unaffected, but his gaze was a blazing emerald inferno of carnality, full of dark promise.
Though her heart quivered with fear, she wouldn't dare look away, caught up in those hungry eyes. Pushing open the small cage door, she inched forward and slide each leg out, touching her feet to the floor. The two remained silent but the one mutual understanding of what was about to happen rolled off of them, sexual tension heavily charging the air.
She moved to stand, but the moment she gained her feet he gave her a heart stopping smile that wrought an involuntary sigh of adoration from her. Her body went weak as a rush of hot desire swept through her blood, her breasts and loins plumping, growing softer, fuller. Just that one look causing her body to go ripe and ready for the master before her. Falling to her knees in worship of such a magnificence, the ample white mounds of her chest bounced from the movement. The ever present ache between her legs that she'd felt for as long as she could remember in her hazy mind beat into a pressing, urgent demand and if she didn't get something to fill it and make her whole again, she would just die. Drown in the surging tides of passion.
She knew this man had a very large something that was exactly what she needed. She'd never physically beheld him in all his glory before, but it was as sure as the rising of the sun. It was in his bold smiles, in the arrogant and proud way he moved, the promise in his eyes. And it was most definetly in the way he pitched forward quickly from his laid back position, seemingly about to lunge for her with a strangled growl that came from deep within his chest. He managed to stopped himself but savage want flashed across his face as they stared at each other, lips drawn slightly back and teeth bared in an aggressive, animalistic kind of way. Nix wanted to know what those lips and teeth would feel like on her.
What a perfect predator he must be to make his prey tremble with anticipation and yearn for his touch.
Leaning forward, she dropped onto her hands on the cold marble floor. It was hard and painful on her knees, but it barely mattered to her. He was about to make everything better...
Reaver released a deep breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, drawing in the reins on the wild lust that had almost overcame him. When she'd fallen to her knees, his vanity and ego had been stroked to new heights. It turned him on to see how greatly she was effected by him, even knowing she was high off the aphrodisiac. His vast amount of experience had been the only thing that had kept him from springing forward and dragging down that sublime body to the floor, pushing himself into her and taking her right there, hard and swift.
Wits properly collected, he leaned back onto his arms again and crooked a finger at her, signaling a come-hither. With a cocky smirk he watched as she began to crawl to him. He was oh so glad he'd decided to come home when he did, this was proving to be quite an amusing diversion from the usual routine that he usually found himself in when in Albion. Its people, while there may be a few exceptions, were mostly unimaginative and boring in bed. He didn't think that would be the case with the hot blooded princess.
The bold, flirtatious smile that graced her lips as she came to him on hands and knees was a welcome change from the scowl she often treated him to, as was the change in what was usually hostile body language. Now her back was arched, and his eyes traveled from the delicate shoulders down the dip in her spine and back up over that sweet ass that was raised high in one big seductive invitation. An invitation he fully intended to accept.
The little leap of excitement that his pulse and a certain appendage took as she came to a stop between his legs was truly something considering they hadn't even touched yet. Coming up onto her legs, she lifted her hands from the floor, placing them at his knees and sliding them slowly upwards over his thighs as she rose above him. Reaver reclined back onto the bed as she was coming up, her hands passing tantalizingly past his groin and over his stomach and finally coming to a halt at his chest, their bodies staying scant inches from each other. Though he was delighting in the gentle sway of her full breasts, he resisted the urge to take them into his hands, to play with the rosy pink nipples that stood in tight little buds. He'd wait and see where she would lead them.
The fall of her long, dark hair was like a silken curtain around his face and as their hot gazes collided, he could see how her lovely silver grey eyes that sparkled with desire were dilated by the arousal and drug coursing through her blood, and not one ounce of guilt flittered into his conscience. The lusty smile she gave him heated his own blood and when she finally leaned down and brushed those lush, pouty lips against his, all thoughts were banished and he was only intense, primal feeling.
Thrusting his hands into her hair and grabbing two fistfuls of the soft tresses, he quickly took control of her first feather light attempt and turned it into a searing hot kiss that claimed ownership. It was demanding, hard and the ferocity of it reopened the small bite mark she'd made earlier. Blood spiced the brutal kiss and sent them further into their frenzy of dark passion.
He could feel her inexperience, but it didn't lessen the effect she was having on him. If anything it made him even more eager to educate her on the matter. Their lips slanted hungrily over each other again and again, and with a gentle tug at her hair, he tilted her head to the side and deepened the kiss. As the velvet touch of their tongues tangled together, she whimpered and pulled each leg up and straddled his hips, shifting around until she trapped the hard ridge of his arousal in the vee of her thighs.
Moaning, Reaver ground up against her hot core and damned his clothes that were keeping them separated, and she made a soft sound of annoyance as she too realized that she'd never removed that scrap of cloth that was wrapped around her most intimate spot like some kind of cruel sexual torture device. In one swift, graceful roll he assumed the top, amused by her little yelp of surprise at being displaced so quickly, and was on his knees above her, his hands nearly a blur of movement as deft fingers untied the black cravat bowed at his throat. Next he stripped out of the brown leather vest and thin black undershirt and tossed them to the floor, all the while keeping his eyes locked on the princess who was now panting softly, watching him.
The moment his chest and torso was bare her hands were touching and roaming over his muscles, making a tiny shiver lick at the base of his spine. Belt unbuckled and pants now unbuttoned, he turned away, earning him a dismayed grunt that made him laugh.
"Impatient for something, are we?" He asked while kicking off his boots and sliding off the edge of the bed to stand for a split second as he rid himself of the bothersome pants and undergarments. She didn't answer with words but gasped in lustful delight when he stood before her nude, her eyes greedily traveling over the glory of his body, going wide when they fell on the thick shaft that stood tall and at the ready, reaching past his navel.
Frustrated and needy, she sat up and grabbed his wrists, pulling him back to bed with her. He was sure and powerful but allowed himself to be taken along, sinking down and encircling his arms around her, crushing her against him. Instantly their skin sizzled at the touch and dropping his face into the curve of her neck, he gave another deep growl that unhinged something inside of her and tossing her head back, she let out a moan full of longing.
Reaver used his weight to push her down and grabbed her trim waist, easily hauling her into the center of the bed, nipping and licking at the tender column of her throat while her hands ceaselessly roamed over the wide expanse of his hard shoulders and back. Raining down hot kisses over her collarbone, his hands glided over the smooth, supple skin of her hips and flat stomach, appreciating how he could feel muscle she'd obviously trained hard for under all her womanly softness. When finally he came to the pale half globes of her breasts, he cupped one and brought his mouth just above the other. His glittering emerald gaze drawn by another soft whimper, he met her wild gaze and flashed her a teasing smile before flicking his tongue across the pink bud of her nipple, his thumb doing the same to its twin.
Her nails dug lightly into his back, and after he gave the pert little mountains another flick of his tongue and thumb, they burrowed further into his flesh. This and the tortured keening sound she made added fuel to his fire, and he fastened his lips to her nipple, suckling softly while gently rolling the other between his thumb and index finger for a moment before switching his oral attentions to the other while the former was teased by skillful fingers.
As she began to wriggle beneath him and moan loudly from his assault, he didn't even notice one of her hands slipping from its place at his back. Until, that is, it boldly wrapped itself around his stiff erection, gently caressing upwards to the tip where her fingers began a delicate inspection of the head. Surprised and highly aroused, his teeth nipped a little harder at her nipple than he'd meant to, and as she gave another cry of pleasure, Reaver groaned at the sudden state of painful arousal he found himself in. The vivacious minx was getting to him, and again he had to fight the tempting and overwhelming desire to rip off her panties and get inside her as quickly as possible.
"Not yet." He ground out in a hoarse whisper, more to himself than to her. She'd not spoken once to him, and he suspected it was because she was in a place beyond words due to the drug like fruit.
His arrogance pushed the fact it'd been a while since he'd gotten this hot for someone, especially for a woman barely into her twenties, from his mind, which wasn't hard considering the pressing matter at hand. He'd be damned if he'd spoil this delicious victory with his impatience, this was something to be savored.
Speaking of delicious...
They waged a brief, silent war as he tried to dislodge her hand from himself, and upon finally winning freedom and an irked growl from the princess, he started to trail another path of fiery kisses, interrupted by only a nibble and lick here or there, down the swell of her breasts and across her torso. Stopping at the line of lacy white panties that rested just above her pelvic bone, he ran his hands up the length of her body and back down her legs, loving the fine silky skin.
With his teeth he picked up the thin material and began to tug it down, dragging his hands up her thighs, caressing. Hooking his thumbs into the panties as he released it from between his teeth, he ruthlessly pulled them down, and in her want to be rid of them, she lifted her legs to help him just as he was pulling the pesky underwear over the bend at her knees.
Sliding them off her feet, he noticed, with lewd pleasure that made him even more eager to taste her, how soaked the white panties were as he tossed them over onto one of the nightstand tables. Never was there a more appropriate trophy for what he was about to do.
Now that she was completely naked, Nix gazed down the length of her body as he grabbed her ankles and spread her legs apart while he lowered himself down between them. The position made her feel vulnerable and exposed, a sacrifice on the alter of his lust. Heady excitement and primitive drive mingling together to make her delirious with need. A mindless nymphomaniac slave to her own desires and the sole wish to please her lover.
He gave her another one of those dark smiles that lit up his forbiddingly handsome face, and being honored with such blinding perfection made her soul hurt and want to weep with joy. She felt him run his hands across her thighs as he leaned closer and nearly exploded when his hot hands opened the slick folds of her sex and even hotter tongue slowly stroked over that taut, aching bud that lay just above the center of her femininity.
It'd been almost enough to send her over the sweet edge she was teetering on the brink of, but thats exactly what it'd been meant to do, leave her feeling weak and breathless. More slow, long masterful strokes that teased and tormented, bringing her close but never going all the way. A quick flick of his tongue sent a little jolt through her body and she cried out, arching her hips up.
Laughing huskily, he halted the attack of his mouth and slipped a finger inside her, finding one of the many special spots that drove a woman wild. Quickly he had her writhing, mewling helplessly, her hands tightly gripping the crimson coverlet. A second finger slid into her wet tightness and he pushed deeper into her, probing gently until he hit her maidenhead, proof of her virginity. So the panties hadn't been the final barrier between the two of them, after all.
He supposed he shouldn't have been surprised, but the discovery of her purity was thrilling. The electrifyingly savage need finally and completely overtook him, no longer able to deny the painful throbbing of his cock.
Panting and tortured, she twisted and turned, lost in the incredibly intimate thing he'd been doing to her. For a brief moment she had been just ever so slightly not as empty, not so desperate and achy inside, yet when he withdrew his attentions from her, she went cold and her body yearned horribly for him. She wasn't forced to wait long however and was heated by the warmth of his body as he was suddenly atop her with preternatural speed and grace, stretching his spectacular, long and chiseled body over her's, nudging her thighs wider apart with his own. Being covered by him, by their skin touching and sliding together nearly everywhere was one of the best things she'd ever felt. Her breasts tingled pressed against the hard wall of his chest and she was dizzyingly aroused.
Reaver seized her wrists and pushed them together high above her head, shackling both in one of his large strong hands, his other gliding down to grace her left nipple with a light pinch before fondling the fullness of her breast. Her gasp was devoured as his lips captured her own for another hungry kiss, thrusting his tongue into her mouth to dance along her own as if he were making love to her mouth with his. He kissed and nipped and licked and teased until she was crying out incoherently, completely lost in him.
After catching her succulent lower lip between his teeth, tugging playfully, he broke the kiss and canted his head back a moment to regard the wild and steamy expression on her face. They stared at each other, and he enjoyed the way her lips were kiss-bruised and swollen from his attentions, the pleading he saw in her eyes. He reached down with his free hand and took hold of his pulsing erection, guiding the tip to her silky hot center.
Nix felt his hardness at her entrance, and made a noise that was akin to purring, somehow knowing without ever having experienced it, that she was about to get what exactly what she needed even as an odd, tiny voice in the distant recesses of her mind tried one last, feeble attempt at ringing the warning bell, but hedonistic, primitive Nix didn't hear it.
The pressure was intense as he slowly pushed in, and while she knew she wanted this, her body resisted his intrusion. Pleasure intoxicated, impatient and ignoring the pain, she made a soft keening sound, lifting her hips against his she succeeded in assisting him in all the way to her barrier. Her lover made a low, deep sound of appreciation and he dropped his head and went still for a moment. When he looked back up at her, the glance of raw, dark carnality was terrifyingly breathtaking.
Taking his arm that wasn't busy holding her wrists captive, he pressed his forearm flush to the bed and propped his weight on it. Even in the mindless grip of passion he was in, there was one thing he wanted desperately to see that made him fight temporarily for a clear head. With the tip of his head butting up against her virginity, he thrust swiftly through it, and penetrating deeply, she cried out in shock. He watched the mixture of agony and satisfaction flit onto her face, her eyes flying wide and slender brows arching, drawing together as she no doubt battled the sensation of her hymen ripping. She bit down on her bottom lip and he felt her tremble all over, even deep inside. He saw the mist of tears prick her eyes, loving every bit of the pain and pleasure he could cause in her.
He wanted to lock away his moment of triumph, the memory of her face like this, to keep it for the long, long years ahead of him. This was one of his sweetest victories to date, and he'd not soon forget it.
When the veil of tears lifted from her eyes and they glowed with renewed passion, looking up at him with that voracious need that he recognized from himself, he relinquished the threadbare control he'd managed to maintain for that brief moment and plunged all the way into her, burying himself to the hilt.
Thankfully for Nix the excruciating pleasure/pain ebbed away and left in its wake was the wonderful feeling of being so filled and stretched with his impaling thickness. Dark emerald and silver grey hues met and shared a knowing look, and her lips crept back into a brazen smile as she ground up against him. A smirk curved his own lips and he withdrew, only to thrust right back into her over and over again, setting a fast and steady pace.
For a moment she couldn't even manage the strength to move, helpless with her hands detained above her head. All she could do was surrender, take the relentless driving of his powerful hips and allow the skilled master of her erotic sea to steer her through the raging maelstrom she felt inside, her climax building in intensity and fast approaching.
Feverishly she wrapped her legs around him, causing her hips to fall back at just such an angle and permit him even deeper access while she arched them to continually meet his own. He released her wrists then, groaning and using both arms to hold himself up as his tempo sped up, pumping into her. Arms now free, she clung to him, broken whimpers spilling from her lips and fingernails digging into the flesh of his back again. The noise he made before claiming her lips in another fierce kiss was absolutely primal and he began plunging his tongue into her mouth in rhythm with his lower body.
The resonating sweet tension that had been gripping her body spiraled suddenly out of control, exploding and fragmenting, splintering into a thousand bits of shattered woman. She broke the kiss, tossing her head back and trembling with the unutterable, exquisite sensation that flooded her senses and threatened to black out her vision as she gazed sightlessly up at the canopy of the bed. Through the haze of euphoria, one of her lovers strange words mysteriously waltzed to the forefront of her mind, and unable to hold it back, it burst from her lips just as rapturous tears of ecstasy welled up in her eyes and cascaded down her cheeks.
"Reaver!"
She screamed his name at the top of her lungs, climaxing around him, then Reaver too reached his own peak, the immense pleasure coming to its crescendo, and he thrust hard. Once, twice, then held deep, spilling himself into her and breathing her name.
He collapsed onto her, their chests rising and falling heavily as they inhaled sex scented air greedily, bodies glistening with sweat and satisfaction. Both of them laid there motionless, stunned by the mind-numbing bliss, and Nix felt the edges of darkness fold around her, taking her down into sound, gratified slumber.
Her lover only allowed her to drowse for a time, for he'd wakened her with more of his hot touches and caresses. The coming hours were filled with her ecstatic screams as he took her many times, in many ways. Several of those times being when she herself had demanded incessantly, wanting to worship his body and he had been only to pleased to comply. Her lover was inexhaustible, and luckily she was his match.
Author's Note: Well look guys, you see he,..she.. Yeah, you know what you read. Anyways hoped you enjoyed reading this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. I do so love reviews, so if you feel so inclined, drop me a line! ^_~