Musa and Nabu/Ophir- Revenge

Musa panted as her body moved against the smooth sheets of her bed in the OWL. She was angry, upset, and so so turned on as the mysterious man moved on top of him.

He had saved her and her friends and he had introduced himself as Ophir. He was tall, strong, wielded an insane amount of magic, and was hot. Musa didn't think anything of Ophir and easily sided with the decision that they should take him hostage. When dealing with an opponent like Valtor, it was better to err on the side of caution. But right now, Musa had thrown caution to the wind as she brought Ophir to her bedroom.

She would have never done this but she was pissed. Riven showed up in the middle of their mission, threatened to ruin everything all because he saw that she was standing in front of Ophir in Flora's video. Was he an idiot? Of course he was. Musa didn't feel anything for the man on top of her but something deep inside of her wanted to get back at Riven for what he had done. He didn't trust her, he never trusted her, and now she would show him how awful she could be.

Musa had snuck out in the middle of the night after everyone had gone to sleep and let Ophir out of his cell. She felt bad when she saw the look of confusion on his face as she led him down the metal hallways of the ship to her room. Musa also felt a small twinge of pain in her chest as she thought about Riven and what she was planning on doing. She was about to ruin her relationship with Riven all because she was mad at him, but if there was no trust in the relationship, was the relationship even worth saving?

Closing the door behind her, Musa turned to Ophir and took a deep breath.

"I want to sleep with you." Musa said bluntly.

"Excuse me?" Ophir asked in shock, not believing what he heard.

"I want to have sex with you," Musa clarified, "no strings attached. This would just be a one-time thing. Just sex."

"Why?"

"Because I want to, okay!" Musa snapped as she rubbed her hand across her face.

"I thought you and the guy with the spikey hair were going-"

"I don't care."

"But he is your boyfriend-"

"I told you that I don't care!" Musa exclaimed, "He doesn't trust me and I cannot be with someone who trusts me."

"And you don't think that you should be the bigger person?" Ophir folded his arms across his chest.

So he was tall, strong, magical, hot, and wise? Should she really be using him?

"Look," Ophir sighed, "I don't care if you want to use me to make yourself feel better, it's your relationship but you are the one who is going to have to live with this and spikey hair's disappointment."

Musa inhaled and nodded her head. She understood what she was doing. She knew that Riven was going to hate her and if she did this, there was no turning back. But she didn't care. The minute that he showed up and yelled at her for nothing and accused her of cheating on him, she was already done with him.

"Riven might hate me after this, but not any more than I already hate him."

Ophir smiled, "Very well then. I am not one to say no to a beautiful woman offering to sleep with me."

Ophir didn't want to tell Musa, but the spikey haired man was not sitting well with his either. What kind of boyfriend, person, yells at another person like that. What he did, what he told Musa was wrong and uncalled for. Ophir didn't mind being the man that Musa turned to to feel better or use for revenge.

Musa let out a breath that she had been holding, waiting for Ophir's answer to her question. He was actually going to sleep with her. She wanted him to say yes but she was doubtful that he would, but he did. They were doing this.

Ophir raised his hand to his neck and began to undo the closures on his purple and gold uniform, exposing the smooth, dark skin of his chest to Musa. She couldn't help but to stare as he continued to strip in front of her. Oh goodness, she was really about to do this.

As Ophir's shirt hit the ground, he took a step towards her and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer. His face was so close to hers as she looked up at him. She never noticed the deep blue color of his eyes and the sharpness of his cheek bones. He was really, really, hot.

"Are you sure?" Ophir asked one last time.

"Yes."

Ophir lowered his lips down to Musa's and it was the last thing that Musa could remember as lust, anger, revenge, and pleasure took over her body. Now, she was naked under Ophir, her body moving on the bed as he moved in and out of her.

His hands were on her hips, holding her down as he continued to move his hips at an unrelenting pace. Ophir reminded Musa of Riven and the way that he would not hold back when they had sex.

"O...O...Ophir..." Musa gasped out his name as his fingertips dug into her pale skin, sure to leave marks in the morning. Marks that she would show Riven to let him know that she could be the terrible woman that he thought she was.

Moving one of his hands from Musa's hip, Ophir gripped Musa's thigh and lifted her leg to his chest, hoping to be able to go harder and deeper in her. She felt so good and if this was just going to be a one-time affair, he was going to make the most of it and give her the best sex he was able to give her. If she was going to cheat and officially end her relationship with the angry spikey haired man, he was going to make it worth her while.

"Do you like this?" Ophir asked.

Musa did not respond but as her pants and moans became louder and louder, Ophir took that as a "yes". When he felt the familiar clench around him, Ophir also knew that Musa was getting close to her climax. He decided to take matters in his own hands, literally, and placed his fingers on Musa's sensitive clitoris. Now he was really determined to make sure that she had some of the best sex of her life.

"Ohhh...ffffff...FUCK!" Musa exclaimed, her head lifting from the pillow.

Ophir, not wanting to be caught, brought his lips down to Musa's to silence her. He didn't mind the fact that she was using him and that he would probably be hated by everyone in her friend group but he really didn't want someone walking in and interrupting what he and Musa had started.

His fingers continued to rub and he was going to make her come. Musa did her best to move her lips gracefully against Ophir's but she knew that this kiss was sloppy and messy. Her head was spinning and she was about to explode, she was doing the best she could but Ophir would just have to deal with her wanton and clumsy kiss.

"I like you moaning my name," Ophir lifted his mouth to whisper, "but you are going to have to be quiet if you don't want to be caught. I have every intention of seeing this through but that won't happen if we are interrupted."

"I am the Fairy of Music after all, I am known to be pretty loud." Musa rolled her eyes and then bit down on her bottom lip.

"Well, you're just going to have to be quiet. Can you do that for me?"

Musa nodded her head.

"Good," Ophir groaned as Musa became tighter and tighter around him, "such a good girl."

That was it. Musa threw her head back and came. She had a praise kink, what could she say? Riven always gaved her praises and it always made her feel so so so so good. Now Ophir had done the same and with his skillful movements both in and on her, Musa couldn't hold it in any longer and came.

Musa was not the only one who had reached her apex as Ophir pulled out and quickly grabbed his cock and came on Musa's stomach. His cum was hot and Musa caught her breath as she came down from her high. She really did it. She had sex with a man she had barely met no more than two days ago. Musa laid there with a different man's release on her, there was absolutely no way that she was ever coming back from this.

Ophir fell from on top of Musa and to her side. His breathing was shallow as he struggled to catch his breath.

"Was that...was that okay for you? Ophir asked, staring up at the metal ceiling.

"Yes," was all Musa could say as she was still trying to find her senses. "Amazing."

"I'm glad that I could make your indiscretion pleasurable." Ophir chuckled as he reached down and grabbed the red sash that he had worn around his waist. He ran it over Musa's stomach, getting rid of the evidence of their adulterour tryst.

"Thank you," Musa said as she turned her head to look at Ophir, "for this and for..."

"He shouldn't have yelled at you like that." Ophir sighed as he brushed back a piece of Musa's hair that had fallen from Musa's pigtails. "It was uncalled for and you didn't deserve it."

"Well now I do."

Ophir chuckled, "Perhaps but that still doesn't make what he said to you right. At the time, you hadn't done anything."

Musa placed a soft and thankful kiss on Ophir's cheek.

Ophir smiled before turning his head and looked at the small clock on Musa's bedside table.

"I think that I should be heading back to my cell." Ophir said as he stood up and began to redress.

Musa followed suit and began to put on her pajamas, ready to take Ophir back to his cell. They left her room and both made sure that they made their way back to the cells without being caught. But Sky was on watch and with Bloom on the mission, he would have been distracted by her.

Having made their way back to the cells, Musa locked Ophir back in and hung the keys back onto the metal hook.

"I know that I said that this was a one-time thing but if you ever wanted to-"

"I'm engaged." Ophir cut her off.

"You're what?!"

"Well, arranged..." Ophir shrugged, "it's a long story. But tonight was amazing, thank you."

Musa huffed before making her way out of the cell room. She turned around to give one last look to the man in the cell who gave her a night she surly wouldn't forget.

"Good night, Ophir."

"Good night, Musa."