Title: We Were Born To Die

Raiting: M

Disclaimer: 18+ This story depicts descriptive sexual acts and may contain adult content not suitable for most adults.

A/N: To ensure the progression of this story and to simplify and condense such long chapters I've gone back and reformated my story. I would like to apologize for the massive spam of alerts on my part for the reboot of this story. To clear any confusion what was previously "Shoot and Ladders" Chapter 14 is now Chapter 45 & 46. Any updates after that will be the continual of the tale of Tate and Nira. (Reviews Are Always Appreciated)

He kissed his way down her stomach, dragging his tongue around her belly button, plunging in, teasing her. Nira started to moan and grind her hips a bit.. As he started to kiss and lick his way lower, Nira realized what he was about to do, she was helpless to fight back, she had challenged him, she can't back out now. What killed her the most is that Tate was more then aware of the predicament she was in, and loved it even more as her body defied her and shook in pleasure.

He let go of her wrists, taking hold of her legs, throwing them over his shoulders, burying his face between her legs in one swift motion. Nira was thrown off by the sudden pull, paralyzed by the feel of his hot tongue licking her, fucking her soaking wet pussy.

She could feel the vibration of Tate laughing as her thighs tightened around his head as she felt herself about to explode. Tate took this opportunity to insert his finger in her. She grabbed at the sheets, thrashing on the bed, shamelessly grinding her hips against his face, desperate to fall over the edge. Tate pulled his face away from her, finger still moving ever so slowly in and out of her.

He had the most playful look on his face. "In this game, you ask permission to cum."

Nira laid their frozen, body shaking from the pleasure he was torturing her with and the rage that was beginning to course through her veins from the audacity of his demand. When she refused to reply, he moved his finger in more, reaching her barrier. He smiled knowing she hadn't been with anyone during their time apart.

He began to flick and circle her clit with his thumb. "You agreed, my rules. Now are you going to ask permission?"

He continued to move his finger inside of her as he masterfully manipulated her clit. Nira began to move her body against her will, lost to the pleasure that was coursing through her body.

Through gritted teethe she was able to squeak out, "Can I cum?" her breathing was labored as she tried to fight going over with out his consent. Tate sat there, making it look like he really had to ponder if she should or not.

He pulled his hand away from her, "No, I don't think you deserve to." The anguished look of disappointment on her face made him even harder. "You asked me if you could, but you didn't tell me how you wanted me to. You need to be a bit more specific in your request."

She looked at him with a bewildered stare. He was going to push this as far as he could, Wasn't he?

Tate ran his fingers up and down her inner thigh. "Game getting to intense for you?" The cocky grin and the over confidence seeping from the statement made Nira want to claw his eyes out.

She sat up a bit on the bed, spreading her legs more, reaching her fingers into his hair, massaging at first, luring him up to her, before pulling with a force that almost ripped out the chunk she had in her hand. "I want you to move your fingers in me like you do when you fantasies about fucking me."

Her eyes never left his, her heart pounding, she felt at any second she would pass out. "I want you to do what ever that was you were doing with your tongue that made my toes curl and my back arch."

Her breathing was labored, body shaking from. nerves and excitement. "Tate…" She fell silent, this was the hardest thing she ever had to ask. "Please make me…"

He was in-between her legs before she could even finish, his tongue feverishly lapping at her as his fingers franticly moved in and out of her.

Her hips began to buck as she felt herself about to loose it. "Tate…I'm going to…fuck…can I come?" she could barley speak, words barley made it out between moans and gasps for air.

Tate ignored her, continuing what he was doing.

Nira started to become hysterical as she pulled on his hair to get his attention. "TATE…I can't hold it." she pulled his hair harder, frustrated he wouldn't respond.

"Fuck Tate I'm begging you, please let me cum. I can't take it anymore."

"Cum." Tate never stopped what he was doing, speaking against her flesh.

His permission sending her over the edge. He had to reach up and clasp his hand over her mouth, just barley in time to muffle the scream of ecstasy that erupted from deep with in her chest, her body violently thrashed beneath him on the bed. He could still here her scream his name into his hand.

When her body finally started to settle from the high of the orgasm all she could do was let out a gasped breath as she offered him a dazed smirk, her eyes glistened from the tears that she was fighting from forming. "What will it take for you to remember?"