Hello, lovely readers! How have you been?
Someone asked me about Medea's accent and I thought it would be appropriate to explain it to everyone so there would be no doubts about it in the future.
Medea was raised in a certain country before living in a brothel in Clayso, so she has this sort of mixed, broken accent. Basically, she absorbed the aspects of both countries' languages. Therefore, when she speaks the common language in the HxH world, her accent is really apparent. I will go into further detail about her past soon, I guarantee. For now, know that her cultural heritage and language were inspired by Slavic countries, so don't find it weird if you notice that a random word I use seems like a mix of, idk, Russian and Serbian and Polish all at once XD
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—Cherry
Medea's head was spinning. Listening to Dead or Alive's You Spin Me Round was quite ironic in the state she was in, but she had been sure that singing along would make her feel better. It did not. She also wanted to puke. Fortunately, the wind coming in through her open window was helping her keep the little amount of food she had had at Kukuroo mountain in her stomach.
She wanted to use her phone, but she had forgotten it along with her mask at the mansion — or rather, Illumi had stolen it. There was no way in Hell she'd go back there. She'd buy a new one later.
Kurapika had only made one stop after they left the mountain, and that was for her to would pick up her belongings and check out the hotel. Then, they headed to the Republic of Mimbo as the Sun finally rose on the horizon. She could not wait to get there. Her goal was to deliver the Scroll to the Clergy's Interceptor as soon as possible.
She turned around to take a better look at the siblings. Killua and Alluka were asleep in the back seat, so quiet and serene that it seemed that nothing had happened. She smiled.
Sweet little brats.
Maybe having roommates was not so bad, after all.
She groaned, adjusting in her seat again as a new song started.
"Are you alright?"
"Do you want the cute, made-up answer or the truth?" Medea replied. "I doubt it will surprise you."
Kurapika frowned. "Is it that bad?"
"It's terrible."
"Do you want me to pull over so you can stretch your body?"
"We'll get to Oreaxar late if you do that."
"Dhea, do you want me to pull over?" He repeated, glancing at her.
"No. There's no need for that." He sighed, rolling his eyes, and she continued: "Besides, my body is hurting like hell, I want to save my energy so I can walk to the Order's haven."
"I can get you there, you don't have to walk."
"No, Kura, I have to. They have eyes and ears everywhere, if they see me arriving at the store's proximity accompanied, they will assume you know about the mission."
"Which is true…" He pointed out. "So why is that a problem?"
"Because, Goldie Locks, I can be cast out of the Order, and then almost dying will have been for nothing!"
"Oh, I see. That's definitely not good… Also," He turned to her, arching a brow. "Goldie Locks? Really?"
Medea smiled. "Come on, it's not that bad. It's cute!"
"No, it's horrible."
"It's not!"
"How would you feel if I called you… I don't know, snowflake or something like that?"
"Snowflake?"
"Yeah, freaking snowflake!"
"I'd like it. It's funny!"
"Really?" He furrowed his brows, staring at the empty road once again. "How come?"
"Reminds me of cocaine." She said, grinning.
Kurapika huffed, rolling his eyes, and then smiled. "Honestly, why am I not surprised?"
"You should have seen it coming." She sighed. "I'm hungry. And sleepy. And I need an aspirin."
"Sorry, babe, I don't have one of those with me," Kurapika told her in an apologetic tone. "I should though. But we'll find you something to eat in the Republic of Mimbo, I promise. I heard that they have the best burgers on the continent, we should try them out, see if they're really that good or if they're overrated."
"What did… What did you say?" Medea asked in a whisper.
Kurapika frowned, confused. "That they have the best burgers on the continent?"
"Before that."
"Oh, that I should—"
"Did you just call me babe?"
There was no response.
Rick James played in the background, the only thing avoiding the complete silence that hung between them.
He opened his mouth. Closed it. Then opened it again, but said nothing. His cheeks were scarlet red and his fingers gripped the steering wheel tighter. He gulped, shaking his head. "No, I-I did… Not."
"You called me babe." She said.
"No, Dhea, no!"
"You called me babe!" Medea took her hands to her lips, eyes wide.
"Now, hold on a second…"
As reality sank in, she turned to Kurapika, visibly shocked. "Holy shit, you like me!"
"Of course I do, you're my friend!"
"Bullshit! You like like me! You called me babe, friends don't call other friends babe!" She tried to turn her body around to face him better, but her muscles ached and something in her leg twisted. "Shit!" She groaned, massaging it over the fabric of her dress, tilting her head back against the headrest. Her entire body still ached, although not as much as the moment she had woken up in Illumi's room.
"What?"
"I need that fucking aspirin as soon as possible or I'm going to kill someone!"
"Okay, okay, I'll buy you one! Just take deep breaths!"
Medea whimpered, using more force in her ministrations. "I feel like I'm going to throw up."
"It's probably one of the drug's side effects."
"Really, babe? Who would have guessed a deadly drug would screw my body up, right, babe?"
If there was a hole nearby where Kurapika could bury his head, Medea was sure he would have done it by now. Not only were his cheeks red, but also the rest of his face, his ears and, she dared to say, even part of his neck. Cute.
She smirked.
Perhaps her plan of keeping friends close and enemies closer around had worked better than expected, not that she still saw him as a threat. Still, knowing that he had a crush on her was a relief — he certainly would not consider her suspicious enough to commit a crime anymore.
And Kurapika was hot, so it also made her feel good about herself.
"Can you please stop it?"
"Stop what, babe?"
"This!"
"I have no idea what you're talking about, babe."
He sighed. "You are a vicious woman and I don't know why I put up with you."
"Oh, Kura," She rolled her eyes, letting go of her thigh. "Why don't you just admit you find me attractive and we can move on at once?" She teased.
"Fine. I find you attractive."
Medea blinked.
"Well, everybody does."
"Oh, for fuck's sake, Medea!" He groaned.
She giggled. "You're not the only one who wants me, Kurta. Get in line!"
"Then we might have a problem."
She frowned, trying to find a way to make the dress more comfortable around her breasts and hips, but it was too tight. All that time wearing it was making her slightly suffocated. She couldn't wait to change into something more comfortable. "Why?"
He turned to her, not a sign of doubt in his solemn expression as he said: "Because you're the only one that I want."
Medea arched an eyebrow. "Oh?"
"I'm old-fashioned, can you blame me?" He smiled, cheeks still flushed.
Suddenly, her own cheeks warmed up and she turned to the window: "Touché. You win this one." She cleared her throat. "And, um, how long before we get to Oreaxar?"
He chuckled. "Just another half an hour…"
She nodded and stared at the green tube in her lap, tracing the silver lines with her fingertips.
"A penny for your thoughts?"
"Keep your penny, Kura…" She took a deep breath and looked at him again. "Just… Thank you. Thank you so much for going after me. If you hadn't alerted Killua and Alluka I'd be dead by now… I mean, I could have died after that too, but whatever."
"I told you it was a terrible idea to try to break into that place, didn't I?" He sighed. "I hope you've learned your lesson."
She laughed. "Oh, I certainly did! I'm not going back there ever again!"
"Me neither."
She yawned. "But, you know, in the end, my almost-suicidal mission was worth it. I took the Scroll, survived and you even left your work to give me a ride!" She poked the driver's shoulder with her finger, gaining a smirk from the blond. "Besides, you still owe me an apology, remember?"
"I have no idea of what you're talking about." He tried to dismiss her.
"Come on, you came all the way to Padokea so I wouldn't get murdered, and now you're gonna play dumb?" She squinted her eyes. "Pussy."
"I'm not a pussy!"
"Admit I'm capable of going on a suicidal mission and surviving, babe."
He rolled his eyes with false irritation. "Forgive me, oh great Medea, for doubting your abilities when you clearly had the ability to escape death by yourself."
"Hmmm, I don't know, you don't seem so sincere." Her hands grabbed her purse, pulling out her keychain, the ugly-looking frog staring at both of them with those unsettling eyes. "What do you think, Mr. Froggy? Should I forgive him?"
"You should." He replied in a funny voice.
Medea stifled a chuckle, still staring at the keychain. "Oh? Why do you think so?"
"Because he wants to take you out for a coffee when we get to Oreaxar."
Medea felt her heart accelerate, and a smile appeared on her lips. "Like on a date, Mr. Froggy?"
"Yes!" He agreed, also smiling. "Will you accept it?"
"Will he buy me brownies?"
"Of course!"
"Then, I accept it."
"Good, good. But you must not tell him I told you this!"
"I won't! It'll be our little secret…"
"Mkay!" He cleared his throat, stealing a glance in her direction. "Now, will you tell me what you and the frog were talking about?"
She passed her hands through her face, laughing so hard that her stomach hurt.
"Tell me! None of you ever tell me anything, I feel left out of the group!" He said, falsely offended, a small grin on his lips.
"Oh, it was nothing… Just that I should accept your apology." She said as she looked at the scroll on her lap. "Also, how do you do that?"
"Do what?"
"The voice."
He blinked. "I have no idea of what you're talking about."
Medea rolled her eyes and was about to look out the window again when something touched her hand. At first, she thought that one of the dress' folds had fallen over it. But it was too warm and too tight to be fabric. When she looked down and saw her fingers intertwined with his, her lips parted.
Was this the same man who, moments ago, had turned into a tomato out of embarrassment?
She smirked.
Okay, then. Let's play it your way.
For now.
She held the boy's hand more securely, uniting them and remaining quiet for the rest of the trip.
The bell rang as the door opened and the sweet smell of cinnamon greeted her as she entered the small thrift store. Little had changed since the last time she had been there. There were still countless clothing racks all over the place, hats hanging on the walls, purses, scarfs, not to mention the vintage jewelry! Perfectly normal. Perfectly disguised.
On the further end of the store was a woman, dressed entirely in green, organizing some shoes on the shelves behind the counter absentmindedly.
It was relatively cold, so she braced herself, trying to lessen the discomfort that the lack of proper clothes caused her. Stupid dress.
"Good afternoon!" The clerk said when she got closer. "How may I help you?"
Medea smiled. "I would like to sell this. It's a family heirloom."
"Doesn't it have any sentimental value for you?" Asked the woman.
"Oh, it does. But I suppose other people will find it more important than I do." She replied, playing with her golden bracelet. "We must not attach ourselves to mundane things, right? That is the main order in our lives."
The woman nodded, aware of the true meaning behind her words, and took the green tube from her hands carefully. "Have you made any trades with the store before?"
"Yes."
"Alright. What is your name, again? I'll need it to deposit the payment."
"Medea Lanfort."
She quickly scribbled a couple of words on a tiny tag and wrapped it around the tube before disappearing into a tiny corridor.
Medea played with the hats on the counter, trying them on as she waited. Maybe she should buy a beret soon. She loved those, specially the red ones; she always felt so elegant when wearing them!
When the woman showed up again, Medea took off the purple fedora and put it back in its original place. "I'm sorry for taking so long, miss. Things are still a bit messy due to the new clothes that have arrived…"
"It's okay!"
"Since your heirloom still holds sentimental value for you, I thought it'd be nice to give you a new gift. Maybe it'll brighten up your days… And your nights."
She placed a common medium-sized black velvet box on top of the counter and opened it, revealing a golden bracelet, much similar to the one Medea had, except it had a waning moon pendant. It was simple enough to pass as a random piece of jewelry, but members of the Order would easily identify it.
"I adored it! Thank you very much!"
"Make sure to always wear it from now on, okay? Don't lose it." The Order's informant warned her.
"I won't!" She said, fastening it around her wrist immediately. "Well, now that our deal's been made, I have to go. It was nice negotiating with your store again! Have a great day!" She waved her goodbye and turned around, heading for the door.
"Check back often!"
As soon as she closed the door behind her, Medea sighed in relief.
Her mission was complete.
She could not believe that she had done it. It was surreal. And, sure, she had almost died to do so, but, in the end, she had succeeded. She was beaming with happiness!
Medea stared at her injured arm, grinning triumphantly.
No one can stop me, not even that stupid family. Fuck the Zoldycks!
She walked around the central square of Oreaxar, looking at the large buildings like it was the first time she did it. It had been a while since she had been in Oreaxar; usually, she would go to Sabina to deliver the things she had stolen during her missions, but now…
She shook her head. Sabina was in a better place, there was no need to be sad.
For now, all Medea had to do was get to the hotel.
The city was relatively empty when compared to the other times she'd been there, she noticed. There were some business people walking around the square, but it was not even close to how busy those streets normally were. She blamed it on the lunch hour.
Fortunately, that made it easier for her to sneak around until she arrived at the hotel everyone had agreed to stay at — and that meant Kurapika and her, since the siblings were still asleep when she got off the car.
Medea walked into the lobby and approached the reception desk, smiling at the receptionist. "Hello."
"Hello, miss! How may I help you?"
"Well, my friends booked two rooms for the four of us, but they already checked in." She explained. "I'd like to know my room. My name is Medea Lanfort, by the way."
The woman smiled. "Oh, yes, Miss Lanfort! Mr. Kurta warned me you'd be late, here's your key." She handed her a green magnetic card. "Seventh floor, room 702."
Medea thanked her and headed to the elevator, pressing the button as soon as she entered.
She still felt really sore, but it was definitely better than earlier. Hopefully, Kurapika would have bought the aspirin already.
The elevator doors opened and she stared at the card in her hands. There were no numbers on it. "Shit, was the room again? Um… Was it 712? 722? Or maybe 702? Fucking stupid drug making me forget important shit." She sighed. "Let's try in ascending order. One of the doors will open… I think."
The first room's door opened immediately.
You've got to be fucking kidding me.
She looked around, but there was no sight of her bags on the bed. Medea frowned. Was this not her room? Then where were her things?
On the bedside table, there was another card similar to the one she was holding, probably belonging to the other room. Maybe she should take it. Since her baggage was not here, it would be there.
She grabbed the card and left, approaching the room next door.
When she got inside, she was relieved to see that her things were, indeed, there. Still, there was no one around. Had they gone out for lunch without inviting her? She should change her clothes and try to look for them, then. There was no way she was going out without putting anything comfortable on.
She locked the door and placed her suitcase on the first bed, opening it without much care.
"Let's see… This tank top and, um, perhaps this skirt? No, they don't match. Ah, yes, this pair of sweatpants!" She nodded. "Yeah, definitely match!"
Her hands went to the back of her dress and she zipped it off slowly, pulling the straps off her shoulders and sighing in relief when the pressure on her chest and hips suddenly disappeared. The fabric rustled against her skin as it fell to the floor and goosebumps flourished through her skin.
Finally!
She stared at her reflection in the huge mirror next to the bathroom. Her hair was a mess and her makeup was ruined. How had no one warned her of how ridiculous she looked? People probably thought she was insane as she walked around the city! She blushed. Whatever. What was done, was done.
Her arm had a weird purple-greenish hue around the spot where Illumi had inserted the needle.
Illumi…
She could still remember his hands wrapped around her throat.
His fingers on her thighs.
His lips, so very slowly, capturing her own fingers between them and pulling her glove off.
She scowled. She never wanted to see him again.
The sound of a door opening captured her attention and she turned around. Her eyes widened in surprise.
Although she did not expect that, saying that she was not enjoying the view was a lie.
Coming out of the bathroom, with only a towel on his hips, was Kurapika. His hair was still slightly damp, clinging to his neck and forehead in certain spots. He was utterly oblivious to the naked woman in the room.
Until he wasn't.
"What the hell?!" His face assumed at least fifty shades of red before he covered his eyes with his hands. "Please, put on some clothes!" He almost yelled.
"I will, just… Calm down!" She said, picking up the dress from the floor and covering herself with it.
"Calm down? Calm down?" He shook his head. "You're naked! Why are you naked? What are you doing here?"
"Well, what are you doing here?" She retorted.
"What do you mean? This is my room!"
Medea arched an eyebrow. "Of course, it isn't. It's mine."
"No, it isn't! Are you decent?" He asked.
"Never."
"I meant dressed."
"Oh, yeah. Yeah, I am." He lowered his hand and looked at her, or rather, at any point of the room that was not her. "Just so you know, I did go to the other room, but all I found was the key to this room. And since my baggage was here, I thought I should change clothes."
"What about Alluka and Killua?"
"Nowhere to be seen."
He stared at her, frowning. "How weird. Killua was the one supposed to…" He stopped.
"What?"
"That little shit!" Kurapika growled.
"What?" She repeated, getting closer to him.
"Killua was going to share the room with me."
"Wait, does that mean that he did this on purpose?"
"Yeah."
None of them said anything for a few seconds.
Then, Medea started laughing. "He's quite clever, I have to admit it."
"You mean devilish."
"Yeah, that too…"
Kurapika averted his gaze, sitting on the bed with his face buried in his hands again. "Gosh, I can't even look at you anymore!" He groaned.
"Why?"
"Because I'm embarrassed!" Medea giggled. "It's not funny!"
"It is!"
"Dhea!"
"What? It is!" She insisted, sitting down on the bed. "And, honestly, I don't care that you have seen me naked."
"Well, I do!" He stated, crossing his arms and turning his face away from her.
"Why? Did you not like what you saw?" She asked.
Kurapika shook his head, the blush spreading through his ears once more. "I—" He stopped, sighing in annoyance.
The room became silent, perhaps too silent, since all she could hear was her heartbeat.
Medea nodded, brows furrowed as she got up from the bed. "Maybe that's not quite the reason…" Her fingers grabbed his chin, turning his face forward to what was in front of him. His eyes widened when he looked at her properly, darkening for a millisecond as they roamed over her barely covered silhouette — not even the dark injury in her arm escaped his analytical gaze. "Maybe it's because you liked it far too much."
Kurapika gulped.
Her violet eyes locked on his, and she caressed his warm cheek before releasing him. "There's no need to be ashamed of that. You like me, I like you, it's only natural we feel this sort of thing."
"It's just…" He closed his eyes. "It's new to me. I'm not used to liking people. Not like this, I mean."
"Never had a crush before?" She asked, narrowing her eyes.
"No."
"Have you ever touched someone?"
"No. You?"
She shook her head. "I'm a virgin. I spend too much of my time with the Order and the Association, and it makes me too busy to focus on my love life."
"Yeah, I understand that."
"But, um, have you at least kissed anyone?"
There was no reply.
"Oh. So you're a virgin virgin."
"Can you not say it like that?" He pleaded, struggling to maintain eye contact. "It's already embarrassing enough as it is…"
"We can change that."
"Huh?"
Medea simply looked down and, slowly, the dress slipped down her body, revealing nothing besides her soft, golden skin.
His breath hitched.
"You can touch me if you want to." She whispered.
Gray eyes stared at her in disbelief. "Medea…"
"I mean it. And I want you to." She said, eyeing him from head to toe. "I almost died today, Kura. I want to feel alive again." She knelt on the bed, encircling his legs with her own, and lowered her body, settling down on his lap. "And I want to have fun with you. Do you want to have fun with me, too?"
His hands touched her thighs, squeezing them hesitantly, and she leaned over until their foreheads touched, looking deep into his beautiful gray eyes.
"I do." He whispered.
Medea smirked and before he knew it, she pulled him into a kiss.
The touch was hesitant at first, but as soon as they found the rhythm and position that felt right, the kiss became passionate. Their tongues danced, intertwined in an entirely magical way. It was intense. It was like nothing else mattered. And it probably didn't. All she cared about was the unusual, but delicious taste of mint bubblegum and coffee.
He kissed her like she was delicate, frail, a porcelain doll that could break with any harsh movement. It made her feel special.
When the air lacked from her lungs, she reluctantly moved away.
Looking at Kurapika after that kiss was like touching herself for the first time. Indescribably good. He seemed so serene, yet so hungry at the same time. Hungry for that moment. Hungry for her.
He softly kissed her jaw and Medea bit her lower lip. It felt so good. A trail of feather-like touches spread down her skin and she shivered. Then, it went down her neck and collarbone, becoming a bit more intense. A bit harsher. "Stop!"
Kurapika distanced himself from her neck and stared at her, worried. "What happened?"
"It hurts!" She told him. "Not your fault, I promise, but I hurt myself and…"
"Hey, it's alright! You don't have to explain yourself." He assured her. "No worries!"
"Thank you."
"But tell me," He gave her a look that made her insides throb with need. "Does this hurt as well?"
When his warm, wet, and velvety tongue touched her right nipple, circling it slowly, Medea shut her eyes tightly.
A sound that reminded her of a meow escaped her lips.
One thing was to learn about how good it felt, another completely different one was to experience it. And it felt even better to have him take it into his mouth, nibbling it provocatively.
Medea had never been touched so deliciously by a man before, specially in such a delicate and sensible spot. It was completely new to her. But it felt amazing.
Where had he learned that sort of thing?
But she had to focus. It was her time to play now.
Her hands slowly pushed him back, forcing him to detach his mouth from her breast with a loud pop. A thin strand of saliva still connected him to herself as he stared at her, confused, and she laid him down on the bed.
She pulled the towel off his hips and held her breath.
Okay. This is much better than what I thought it would be.
It was slightly pinkish and long, almost entirely smooth, except for one or another vein around the shaft. Her mouth watered.
Soft hands enveloped his throbbing length, pumping it a couple of times to arouse him even further. Her finger smeared the pearly bead of pre-cum and she giggled when his hips bucked against her hand. So cute.
Her lips approached the flushed tip and he sighed when her breath collided against it, warm and gentle. His hands were squeezing the sheets tightly, anxious for the silent promises she was making. Medea felt her heart flutter. How could someone be so beautiful during such a carnal moment?
She looked at him through her lashes and batted her eyes. "Such a pretty cock." She cooed before kissing it.
Kurapika gasped.
One of his hands slipped through her hair, grabbing it gently as she continued to jerk him. A whimper left his lips, and he bit his fist, trying to keep his voice down. There was a faint glow of sweat on his body and his skin glistened like it was made of thousands of diamonds, and she couldn't help but increase the pace. She wanted to hear his sounds. Moans, groans, whimpers, it didn't really matter. She wanted all of it.
When Medea looked at his face, she was astonished to see a pair of ruby eyes staring back at her.
What the hell was going on? Was that normal?
She blinked.
You know what? Fuck it. I don't even want to know.
That was too much of an irrelevant detail at that moment. Besides, it was kind of hot. She had no complaints about it.
She stuck her tongue out, holding him firmly, and licked its underside.
"Fuck, Dhea!" He growled, hands tightening on the silvery threads, cock pulsing even harder against her.
Medea moaned when he guided her head forward, but kept teasing him. She gave him quick, sharp kitty licks. Peppered kisses throughout his length. Ran her nails through his thighs. She did anything she could instead of doing what he actually wanted her to.
He shuddered when her tongue ran through his little sensitive slit. When his grip on her became a bit more aggressive, she repeated the action, moaning deliberately as he watched her. He looked feral. Wild. Nothing like the man she knew.
Medea opened her mouth, carefully trapping his tip between her lips, and then closed her eyes as she engulfed him.
Kurapika moaned loud and clear, throwing his head back.
Her insides clenched at the erotic scene and her wetness spread between her legs. So fucking hot!
She focused on Kurapika, on how he felt on her tongue, on the sensations he was giving her.
It felt different from the lessons in Proyca. Those toys were rock hard, smelled bad, and had a dreadful taste that made her mouth burn when she was forced to take them in. But having the real thing in her mouth was the complete opposite.
It was hard, yes, but also soft. The taste was neutral, pleasant, even. It smelled like soap and Kurapika, and she thought it was great. It was infinitely better than what she had been taught. Not only that, but it didn't hurt to have him in her mouth like those bizarre toys Araeso forced down her throat; it was actually comfortable.
She could get used to it.
Medea bobbed her head up and down on his dick, hands briefly massaging it when she reached the top before she sunk back down. Harder. Faster. His hips moved to meet her mouth, making it hard for her to focus on anything that was not him.
The sound of wet smacks filled her ears.
His movements became faster and saliva dripped through the corners of her mouth as she glanced at him, batting her eyes with false innocence. Playing pretend was always great to make men feel ecstatic.
She could see the blond strands sticking to the sides of his face and the sweat dripping down his abs. Her clit throbbed, but she paid it no mind.
Right now, she wanted to please him. Only him.
It was so delicious to see him like that because of her. To know she was able to make a man — a Hunter who was part of the Zodiacs, on top of that — fall apart because of her was fascinating. It made her feel powerful.
And, oh, how she loved that feeling!
The rhythm of his movements was insane, and, occasionally, her throat convulsed around him, but it only seemed to stimulate him even more. A certain thrust forward made her widen her eyes as he kept her there, with her nose touching his skin. He kept going faster, deeper in her mouth. His scarlet eyes remained on her at all times.
Goosebumps flourished through her skin as she gagged and teared up.
All of a sudden, Kurapika pulled her head back, allowing her to breathe properly again, and she coughed. He kneeled on the mattress, still holding her through her hair. She smiled, spit smearing her chin. "So pretty…" She praised him, lowering her torso on the bed to give him a better view of her back. "Seeing you like this makes me so wet…"
His breaths were heavy while he stared at her jerking him off. "Stop it, please."
"Your cock feels so good on my tongue." She told him, wrapping her glossy lips around his tip and licking it slowly.
"Dhea…"
When her tongue teased the sensitive ridge on the underside of his swollen glans, her eyes watered due to his brutal grip on her hair. Her body shivered and she rubbed her thighs to lessen her own arousal.
His hips picked up a faster pace and she was forced to stay in place, repeating her provocative action.
The groan he released was loud and animalistic. His voice was completely wild as he ordered: "Take it."
Medea didn't need to be told twice.
As he emptied himself in her mouth, still thrusting in and out euphorically, she kept licking him to prolong his climax. His come dripped from the corners of her mouth. It was hot and abundant, as she expected it to be. Kurapika sighed through his nose, content, and caressed her hair.
"Good girl." His voice sounded hoarse, but satisfied. "You'll be the death of me."
When he distanced himself, Medea opened her eyes and swallowed his come, licking her lips. Batting her eyes, she stuck her tongue out and stared at him sweetly, proud of what she had done. Kurapika widened his eyes, blushing hard. "What?" She asked, giggling.
"Don't do that, it must be disgusting!"
Thick, heavy drops of semen still rolled down her chin, so she wiped it off and sucked her fingers clean, savoring him with a smirk. "Oh, stop it! You didn't seem to care about it when your dick was down my throat, did you?"
"Medea!" He exclaimed, averting his gaze.
"Besides, it isn't. You taste great, Kura." She assured him, booping his nose. "So, did you like it?"
"Very much."
"Did I do well?"
Kurapika chuckled. "You were great, Dhea. Thank you."
"Well, if you really want to thank me…" She reclined against the pillows and spread her legs slowly, hands groping her breasts. "I have an idea of how you can pay me back."
His eyes widened. "Oh."
"I'm not selfish. You can taste me as well." Medea smirked. "You didn't really think I'd let you roam around with no idea of how a woman's body works, right?"
"Well, I don't know much, so it might… Take a while for me to learn about it." He replied, biting his lower lip.
"I'm a patient teacher, Kura. Take your time with me." She whispered.
At the exact moment his fingers grabbed her thighs, a sound captured their attention. They stopped, looking at the door. Suddenly, there was a loud knock. "It's me, open up!"
Medea stared at Kurapika, horrified. "Is that…"
"What do we do?" He whispered, shocked.
She jumped from the bed, putting a random pair of panties and a bra on. "Get dressed! Go, go, go!" She said, passing her shirt through her head and brushing her hair with her fingers.
As she put her sweatpants on, another knock, even louder, startled them. "Kurapika, let me in!"
"I'm coming! Just… Wait!" He said, putting on his pants.
"Your towel! The towel!" Medea told him, hurriedly approaching her baggage.
"Kurapika!" Killua yelled.
"Coming!"
Medea sighed. "I wish I was coming."
"Shush!"
She crouched down and shoved the dress inside her suitcase, closing it with shaky fingers.
There was a thud when Kurapika finally opened the door and she stiffened, even if she was with her back to their direction.
"What took you so long?" Killua asked, annoyed. "Dude, I had to wait for almost three minutes!"
"I was in the bathroom! What… What are you doing here?"
"What do you mean? We're going to share the room, remember?"
Share the room?
She frowned.
Could it be that he had not planned to make them stay together? But then how come her baggage was in their room?
"Why didn't you use your key?" Kurapika retorted, struggling to keep his voice normal as the boy entered the room.
"I couldn't find it anywhere!" He complained.
"Did you lose it?"
"I don't know! It was with me the whole time, but—" He stopped. "Medea? What are you doing here?"
"Retrieving my things." She played it off, getting up and staring at him like she had not been mere seconds of being eaten out until he knocked. "I went to my room and found nothing there, so I asked Kurapika about it. Turns out they misplaced the room they should have left my baggage in."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"Then how come are you wearing new clothes?"
"Because I bought them at a thrift store before coming to the hotel." She rolled her eyes.
Killua's eyes narrowed, flickering from her to Kurapika a couple of times. "Hm."
"By the way, Kura," Medea turned to Kurapika, yawning. "Where's the aspirin? I won't be able to rest without it. My muscles are too sore to do anything."
He smiled. "They're in my bag, just give me a moment."
"Okay."
"Why didn't you open the door if Kurapika was busy?"
She shrugged. "Didn't want to."
"Here, Dhea. I had no idea of how many pills you'd need, so I bought an entire box, I hope it's not too much."
"No, it's fine. Thank you." She grabbed the suitcase's handle and headed for the door. "I'll take this to my room so we can at last have lunch."
"Medea." Called Killua.
She turned around, arching a brow. "Yeah?"
"Drink more water. Your voice sounds terribly raspy."
Medea simply nodded and smiled. "I will. See you guys in a bit."
Does he know? Does he not know? I wanna see you guys place your bets lol
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Medea succeeded in the mission given to her by the Order. What will she do now? And will she be able to pass the final phase of the Act of Choice?
To find out the answer to these and other questions, stay tuned for the next chapters~