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Vixxen smirked and shook her head. "I could, but I'd likely be arrested or raped in a matter of minutes."
"Seconds, most likely," he replied.
Vixxen laughed. "Although... I'm not so sure I'm safe from that here, either, what with the way you're looking at me."
Zuriel smirked. "I had been trying to seduce you minutes ago, but you were enjoying your bike...hehe. So I think I might go read a book."
Vixxen's smile brightened as both her eyebrows went up. "A book... Really? Here I am, naked--and shivering, I might add, in these chilly-assed woods--and you're going to read?" She started to gather her clothes from the ground, slapping them against her thigh to dust them off, chuckling, "Alright, fine. I'll meet you inside."
Zuriel laughed and shook his head, going to the door. "Hey...now you know how I felt losing my shirt out here a little while ago."
Vixxen strolled in twirling her shirt in one hand, her pants tucked under her arm. Hips swaying dangerously she sauntered right up to you, naked as the day she was born. Grinning as though she hadn't a care in the world, she looked around the spacious corner of the house and with an unconcerned thwump, tossed her jeans against the wall followed by her shirt. From the other hand she dropped her shoes on top of them and crossed her arms in front of herself, plumping up her big bosom. "Well then... Why are you not already sitting in your comfy chair with a book in your hand, Mister Bedlam?"
Zuriel lifted a brow as he watched you approach with that cocky yet sensual way you strolled up towards him to toss those clothes aside. Since you were home alone together, the cabin warm and inviting, he kicked off his own boots first and added them to your pile of clothes near the stairs. "Oh, I thought we would try reading together. See what titles thrill your mind." He slipped close and took your hand, the back of his brushing under your bare breast before he led you towards the bookshelf and his hand slipped from yours to slide nice and slow from your ass cheeks all the way up your spine. Nodding to the books, he grinned. "Pick one." His hand drifted upwards to press in a curl of fingers about the back of your neck as he leaned in with you to look at the words.
Zuriel was constantly reminded of your strong headed nature--nothing like any of the other women in his life--and it made him smile as he watched you ascend the little ladder to look at the books. But when you found yourself turning to peek at him, his eyes were not even on the books. Instead, they drifted up and down your form, taking in every line, every subtle movement you made. Those words of yours struck him like a brick and he had to shake his head to peel himself from the thoughts in his head just from having you naked and beside him. Since you were standing perfectly for what he had in mind, he nodded without saying anything and strolled to your clothes to grab the colorful boots you had previously been wearing. "Yes, I do. But before I say any more, step into these please." He helped get them on your legs one by one before he said anything more. "We have been shopping all day, and as much as I love your pretty toes, my brain has been seeing these booted heels in every way possible." His fingers tugged the laces tight after tying them, standing up fully behind you when his hands drifted up the backs of your thighs and slowly gripped your ass in both hands. "Now I get to see what I want: you in nothing but these...and my hands on your skin."
Vixxen smirked and shook her head, tickled by your desire to see her back in her boots, thinking that they must smell ghastly after she'd been wearing them all day. But she dug you enough to comply with your request. It was harmless enough and she'd done stranger things in her life. Besides, she actually kind of enjoyed having you slip her boots on; it made her feel a little like Cinderella. With the guidance of your strong hands, she lifted one foot then the other, letting you slip the deep red leather back over the arches of her feet, sliding them up her calves. When you stepped back again she lifted one leg, flexing it outward and giving it a twist left and right in appraisal. "Good?" She lifted her eyes to you and you could almost swear that the smile she had actually reached her eyes now, diminishing some of that hardened edge she always carried with her. Turning back to the books, she felt you sidle up behind her to peek over her shoulder and assist in finding a title, but the slide of your warm hands up the backs of her thighs, stopping only when her full, round cheeks were resting in their palms, caused her to draw in a long, deep breath ending in a small groan that she tried desperately to stifle and failed miserably at. Hoping to hide her weakness, she coughed and drew out a random book, "This looks interesting..." She turned the cover towards herself and read aloud, "DOS for Dummies... Oh. Um.. Well, maybe not..." Shoving it back into place, she turned to glance back at you. "You chose something."
Zuriel pulled his hand up and plucked the book from your fingers, tossing it over his head before he caught hold of you and swept your body in his arms to slide down to the floor after being lifted from the foot ladder. "Yes, they are very good," he said, referring to the boots. "Why else would I put them back on if I didn't want to see you in them?" He smirked and almost seemed to be waiting for you to say something back, but the instant a sound passed from your lips, he pushed in and kissed you deeply. His tongue flicking playfully over the metal in your lip before he sucked your bottom petal-soft flesh in his mouth and pulled you into a hungrier kiss than his teasing nibbles. All day he had been watching you with him, not saying much of anything while you both shopped, but it was only because he knew you both needed to be home and relaxed before he could take advantage of you. His mouth pressed in tighter, that tongue searching yours, wrapping and coiling with every swivel and purr gliding against your lips as he held you spell bound in that moment as long as his own desires didn't make him tear you to the ground. He pulled back from that kiss, making sure your eyes were focused on him and not back in some sexual dreamland, because he wanted--no, he needed--you to hear him this very second. "I choose you, Vixxen." He spared a few seconds to just let his words sink in before he blazed his lips against yours all over again, holding you tight against the book shelf.
Those words were loaded with implications--ones she dared not fathom at the moment--so she took them for face value, especially when the book was snatched from her fingers and carelessly tossed to the floor. 'He just means he chooses you over a book. That's all...' She chided herself for nurturing childhood fantasies, even when she was literally swept off her feet by a real life Prince Charming. My god, your strength never ceased to surprise her, the way you lifted her right into your arms like she was nothing. She couldn't help but bark out a short laugh, her frame settling back against the bookshelf as you closed in with the heat and strength of your body pressing against the full softness of her curves. That kiss... That kiss... My god, how it made her melt helplessly every time you brandished it on her. She gave in to you at first, enjoying the way you nipped and played at her lips, lapping at the ring circling the bottom one just before drawing it into your mouth. But soon she was feeling the need to take as well as give, and she slipped her arms around your waist, giving a rough tug to pull you harder against her. One leg lifted, sliding up and down the back of your thigh and she curled with great strength, bringing your hips right snug against her heated pussy. With a roll and a grind, she drew her apex up against the bulge in your pants, finding you already hard for her and she grinned against your lips. "Books are overrated, anyhow."
Zuriel growled lightly into your mouth, his hand slipping up your side to follow those curves all the way out along your arm, fingers lacing between yours in a hard press that stole the motion of your lifted leg away simply by twisting you tighter to the book case. His other hand gave away exactly what he intended, dropping down to grab your ass firmly in one big hand that was still large enough to grab one whole cheek, but he loved both of them just as equally. He couldn't read your mind, but he could feel the heated caress of your lips against his, the soft slide and slow lilt of your tongue doing a dance more seductive than any pole dancer could muster just from the way your soft flesh wrestled and teased him right back with him clutching your ass firmly in that hand. Pushing the other back and up, the wood of the shelf pressed to your skin as he held you there and stole some of that bluster with a little rock of his hips sending his trapped manhood still confined in his clothing, pressing it more firmly against your skin to let you feel the heat of him. He tried so hard and gave in as well, tried to stop himself from attacking you like a weak girl, and then he gave in to the taste of your lips against his with his chin swerving side to side, never giving you a moment to speak as he caught your lips in a terribly divine suckle and pull from his mouth getting yours closer. Only when his lungs burned and the need for air overcame him did he pull back, nails raking lightly over your ass while he stared back into your eyes. Why were his silver orbs glimmering with a feral light that shone back, looking for a moment it was like Iro was staring at you? He could feel it behind his eyes--that primal beast wanting to be free. And yet the beat of his heart remained steady, elated...in love... "Vixxen..." Dare he say it? Was it too soon? Would he scare her off? Would she reply? His brows knotted down and the feel of his lips pressing in again, sucking softly on your tongue between his lips.
Zuriel could no longer deny that animal behind his eyes no matter how hard he tried, the feeling of his pulse racing higher and higher stole what resolve he had when his hands gripped your naked cheeks and lifted your booted heels right from the floor. The wood of the book shelf pressed against your shoulder blades, his fingers gripping under your thighs both to hold you almost as his captive and to give you a chance to feel his confined girth pressing tightly between your thighs. He couldn't say it--not then--no matter how badly it wanted to fall from his tongue dancing effortlessly in your mouth. The weight of him crushed your breasts against his chest, the feel of his nipples poking against your skin as he held you airborne and kissed those lips with a lovers abandon. You were his and he knew it, but he wanted to say it, to show how thankful he was to have you in his life by expressing what he felt. Still, your body was also the greatest distraction and his hips lightly rocked almost as if he was trying to tease you or just take you, but amid those kissing lips stealing his thoughts away he could only do what came natural to him. His hands drifted down the backs of your thighs, showing you another reason why he wished you to have these boots back on your feet. Lifting your legs without dropping you an inch, he guided your heels over the waist of his pants. You swore you could almost feel him smirking devilishly against your mouth as he slowly walked his hands back up the length of your thighs and the shift in his hold straightened your legs. That shift was all he needed to use your boots as the perfect device to push his pants from his hips while he held you there. His clothing fell off the rest of the way once your legs were righted in the grasp of his hands once more. He lifted his eyes to look into yours, watching, waiting for the moment you felt his hard girth press against your lips while he held you airborne.
Zuriel pulled you from the book shelf, his hands guiding you down to the floor to stand in those boots again before he pulled you away from the shelves. The warmth of him glided behind your body, lifting his hands along your sides when he broke the kiss and slipped around that luscious frame. Pulling you back tight against him, the feel of his hands lifted higher along your sides until the breadth of his palms lifted under your breasts, his fingers plucking coyly at your stiff buds perking even more from his touch. He couldn't stand it any longer with his lips free to kiss and nip at your neck almost like he just knew where your pulse was, and they kissed down lightly over the very beat of your heart. His lips rose, flowing along your jawline before they graced your ear with a suckle flitting across your delicate lobe. He held you against him, the slide of his masculinity pressed between your cheeks and urgently ground against your lips from underneath. He couldn't say that word--not yet--but he had a sharp mind, so his brain managed to think of a way to say it without even letting the word slip from his lips once he spoke. "Vixxen... I am falling for you..." When he finished his words his fingers pressed in over your nipples, driving them down tightly under his guiding touch, leading you right along the path of desire that he was already on. The insistent thrum of his length pressed against your lips, grinding back and forth each time his fingers flicked or tumbled your swollen buds between his digits as they explored your body a bit, delaying the moment, denying himself the need to just fill you up like his engorged cock wanted him to do. Instead he delivered the words without saying the one you most feared, the one you most wanted to hear. You could hear him breathing heavy behind your ear, at least until his lips pressed in and the feel of his tooth clipped your flesh a little sharply. And like he knew it stung, he pulled away and covered his mouth, trying his best to will the hunger down, to make it stop before he did something he might regret later. Quickly he pushed his hand back down under your breast, kneading them together in the hopes you would not look back and see the tips of fangs poking down from his upper lip.
Zuriel did more than give it to you--the animal was loose and there was no turning back--but the last tingle of thought he had saved you from something that could have been dangerous. Instead of claiming you outright, he swept you over him, pushing you down on his lap with a clawed hand surging over your thigh to jerk you down on top of his dick pulsing so damn hot it felt like it was melting in your juices. Hitching the corner of his lips when he snarled, he showed off a fang with the heated rush of his hips rising, sending that cock back in all the way. So sure was his strike that he bounced between those wild drops from him guiding you right back down. The beastly god within seated you so deeply on that dick that his balls flumped heavy and tight against your clit from your ass being used like a basketball. One hand shot up your spine, the devil inside the man you chose to be with clasping the back of your neck as he drilled that pussy down his length. All that frenzied need rushed through him as he jammed the head of his cock in so hard it pummeled the entrance to your womb. His muscles were as tight as steel under your touch and every body-lifting shove made the wild impact of his cock meet your pink hole directly in the middle with his length then drawing back out. The punch of his cock head flowed over that spot from the angle held you at and his sheer hunger to make this pussy drool over him taking it at long last. Fangs showed in the light as he panted under you, cramming you full and battering your body to the brink without any tearing away. The deep drive sent shock waves through your muscles as they clamped around that curved cock splitting you wide. Feral eyes looked on steady, not blinking as the whites grew a little bloodshot from the heat of that cock jamming your pussy without pause. "GggrrrrrrrRRrrrrrrrllll..."
Vixxen had long since stopped trying to control this situation. She had lost it and there was no regaining it this time, and at this point she no longer cared. The feel of you inside her was all that mattered, all that she wanted--to be connected to you, to share this utmost pleasure with you, to take everything you would give, and to give you everything she had. As you flipped her in your lap, she rose over you on her knees, your cock perched at her entrance for scant seconds but what felt like eternity. And then with a hard jerk of your hips she was thrust upwards, that spear hitting home and filling her with an impact that sent sparks flying across her vision, followed by another...and another. Quick, short, deep jabs kept her bouncing in your lap, her tits swaying heavily on her chest, her ass jiggling each time your hips connected with the fleshy mounds with a thick slap-slap-slap of sweat- and lube-slicked skin. In the few times she'd been with you, she'd never seen you lose control quite like this before, but you were like an animal tonight... That thought was followed on its heels by another: Iro. And suddenly she made the connection and it was beyond her reality, beyond her comprehension of city life and gang bangers and drug dealers and motorcycles. She had always been drawn to danger--hell, it was the aura of danger about you that attracted her in the first place--and believed to know excited her to the core on some primal, instinctive level. The comprehension was like someone threw on a switch, sending live currents of electricity through her body. Her hands clamped to her jostling hips and she rose and fell on her knees, meeting each upwards thrust of your hips, driving you in, slamming you in, her cunt sloshing and slapping she was so incredibly wet. Her head tilted back, face lifting to the heavens, and she let out a cry that came from her soul, shuddering, trembling, her cunt gripping and squeezing your cock so fucking tight it was painful. Her cum flowed--gushed--from her and still she cried out, nearly toppling forward in her throes of climax. Her words came out in a rush, "Ohhhh fuck-Zuriel-holy-fucking-shit-I'm-cumming! Oh god, I'm cumming so...fucking...hard! Don't stop!"
Vixxen's climax didn't stop...didn't even wane. The rapid slamming pumps of your hips pushed it higher and higher until, with the absence of your hand around the back of her neck, she did topple forward. Her hands slammed to the floorboards and she gave a shove, rising back onto her knees with her hair flying in disarray, falling from the tie she had bound it in. That growling grew louder, the rumbling traveling through the cock inside her. It was like having a vibrator between her legs and she crazily thought that she had to put a dildo on her bike seat after tonight. She shoved the thought from her mind and leaned back, her ass pressing snug against your stomach, her hands reaching around to grab your hips. Her breasts danced atop her chest and she turned her head up, panting out cries, gasping for whimpering breaths, and though she'd just cum, she felt another orgasm biting at the heels of the first like a rabid dog chasing its prey. Her nails sunk into your hips, and though not nearly as sharp as your claws, they dug crescent moons into your flesh as she screamed again, her still-spasming cunt tightening even harder around your shaft. "Ohhhh fuck! Zuriel! Yes...yes...yes!"