Vera's mind fogged until conscious thought no longer factored in her mind, only the feel of Vulpes' heat inside her, his weight pressing forward against her, his hand yanking her hair, the breath whispering Latin in such a lecherous way it felt filthy sliding along her eardrums…
It was so close she could fucking feel it crawling in her thighs, burning her skin red, stimulating her raw… and yet the orgasm wouldn't be quite complete if she wasn't looking into the harsh grey of his eyes.
Something about having him watch the pulsing of pleasure break and explode in her eyes was immensely satisfying to her. Vera knew he wasn't fucking her for her benefit, the fact that she was getting off on it was simply a privilege. As much as she hated to admit that…
However, the very fact that she got just as much, if not more, ecstasy out of the experience as he did meant that, in some sort of kinky way, he failed to punish her.
Well, she hoped he felt that way… it made it all the more satisfying.
So she bent her body in a show of flexibility she usually preferred to never attempt outside of life or death circumstances, lifting her leg up and over him, twisting until she sat on the table facing him, her thighs locked around his hips.
Later she would proudly note that she did so without removing him from inside her. And perhaps she would pass on the description of the utterly strained growl of pleasure that contorted Vulpes' face as she twisted her internal muscles around his girth.
The show and the strange sensation seemed to rile him up, his hands gripping her rear tightly and scooting her forward until she was molded against him tightly.
And then she was completely undone, due to the brutally animalistic thrusts that took over him, rocking the table enough to possibly collapse it beneath her.
Vulpes, for however proud and cunning he was, seemed consumed enough in the heat of the moment with a profligate whore to ache to share their moment of joint elation just as much as Vera did.
With a shaking hand he gripped the back of her neck, forcing her to look into his eyes as she trembled and jerked against him, Vera's mouth falling open before she desperately clawed for him with a sharp shriek.
He couldn't quite help the deep groan that rumbled through his chest at the rolling heat of pleasure thrumming through his nerve endings, even though the sound dominated momentarily over her soft chanting of his name.
Vulpes was so concentrated on the orgasm rushing through him that his senses were temporarily blinded, enough so that he didn't notice himself pressing his lips to the Courier's until she rolled her hips appreciatively against him.
He was not one for… kissing. Of course he had done so before, but he was more attracted to the core of actual pleasure, not distracting foreplay such as the meeting of the lips...
Indulging in such a thing was rather interesting, however, and he found himself forcing her head forward to deepen the movements of their mouths.
Looking in from the outside, one might see the two as lovers. Vera's dark hair curled around his calloused fingers, Vulpes' hips slowly rotating against hers as he snaked his tongue along a small cut in her lower lip, the soft sighs from her small chest as she ran her hands along the muscles beneath his pale skin.
Until, however, one of Vulpes' hands untangled itself from her hair to slap painfully on the curve of her hip. She gasped and jerked away from him vainly, his strong arms trapping her to the mold of his body.
"Ad victoriam…" He purred with a dark smirk, his voice ragged and edged with gravel. Then, his expression molded to stone, a snarl twitching his lip back against his teeth. "You belong to me Courier; do not mistake that again…"
For as indignant as she portrayed herself in that moment, Vulpes knew she took such a warning to heart. More so he was sure of her arousal in his ownership of her…
He could feel it, in fact, clenching around him with every word he spoke…
Vera wouldn't admit that…
…However, she wouldn't deny it, either.
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