xxx story: Served Cold

Rye was pissed. He could inform that as he walked through the door into
the dining-room of Talmud’s, could inform from the glower on her pretty face
and the tough set to her triangular jaw. He was pretty sure he was the
focus of her anger, a surety increased by the black glare she provided him when
she searched for and the “Hello, you lousy piece of troll dung” that welcomed
him as he took a seat. Davarian Saronas was not a male typically provided to
accepting abuse in silence, however this time he held his peace. After all,
odds were great he ‘d done exactly what she was pissed at him for. Inwardly sighing,
he waved over the barkeep and purchased a whiskey, a double, neat.

She kept her eyes down for a minute, concentrated on the slender wine glass
in her hands. Her voice was tight with anger, and something else, when she
finally spoke. “How could you?”

He settled back in the intricately carved chair, tipping the legs back
somewhat, thinking about how best to answer. After all, she might not be
upset with him for the factors he thought she was, and it was constantly better
to prevent offering anything away. He needn’t have troubled, nevertheless, as her
next words verified his suspicion that he ‘d been discovered.

” How could you- how might you sleep with that vicious, amoral,
life-sucking, cold-hearted bitch?” she almost spat out, her mismatched
brown and blue eyes sparkling with anger and, he was shocked to see,
supressed tears. Not exactly what he would’ve expected, given her own
fondness for adultery- the sole factor he ‘d found himself tumbling into
bed with the next comely wench who occurred. He was about to point this
out when she unexpectedly jumped to her feet, knocking her empty glass over, and
stalked out, slender shoulders stiff with feeling.

Dav let his chair thump to the ground, rubbing one large turn over his
eyes and the bridge of his nose. Women- the only subject he ever found
himself at a loss on, and one of the couple of that could really stimulate feelings
in him he ‘d prefer not to have stimulated. Which may’ve been the factor he
discovered himself in this situation, however he carefully prevented considering
that for too long. He thought of the very first time he ‘d seen Rye rather-.
in the thick of battle, her long, slender limbs and elegant body blurring.
in and out of the hail of blows like some sort of unearthly fae, a wild.
expression on her face and a heart-wrenching, blood pounding wonderful tune.
on her lips.

With a surge of desire he remembered his first great look at her,.
surrounded by dead and dying soldiers- there was blood on one high.
cheekbone, emphasizing the heart shape of her face and the large set of her.
mismatched eyes, her creamy white hair curling around her face and ears and.
falling over the curves of her crimson silk covered breasts and shoulders,.
and the way she leaned on the hilt of her sword when she looked over at him.
and smiled, a smile so sweet and simply joyous that for a minute he forgot.
to breathe. He ‘d swore because instant to have her, little understanding the.
expense to his heart.

He glanced moodily down at his drink. Like whatever in Talmud’s, it.
both complimented and was enhanced by the decoration, swirling with a muted.
amber light that caught the color of the warm wooden bar completely. Even.
he matched fairly well, in dark reds and black, the amber highlights in his.
auburn hair echoing his drink. He sighed suddenly, tossing back the last.
mouthful of golden fire and setting the glass back down on the bar with a.
crisp motion, his eyes like fragments of ice in his reflection in the long,.
dark mirror over the bar. He ‘d lost her, like a damn fool, and there was.
no revenue in continuing to suffer over it. He was raising his hand to call.
over the barkeep again when the faintest tip of wild orchids enticed.
his nose.

” You’re looking down this evening, Human.” The falsely considerate voice.
was a crystal stroke, greater and more womanly than Rye’s smoky alto, a.
voice that touched off ideas of dark assignations and illegal meetings.
that ended with discomfort. He glanced up at her- the infamous vicious, amoral,.
life-sucking, cold-hearted bitch herself. Looking as inhumanly beautiful as.
constantly, her dark as blood hair waving lusciously over smooth, toned curves.
that held hardly any of heat or love in them, only a raw animal enthusiasm.
that was at as soon as her video game and her sole true emotion, her deep, creamy.
purple eyes too vibrant to be genuine, Mina Direwolf was all Elf, all Sidhe. He.
believed about calling her on the ever so subtle way information of their.
previous liason had somehow discovered its way to Rye, however didn’t bother. He.
found himself looking at her slim fingered hand as she placed it on his.
arm, hot enough to light a fire.

Her hand slid gently along his wrist, where the sleeve of his dark red.
coat and the crisp cuff of his black silk t-shirt overlapped, burning his.
lower arm and almost searing a thin line into his flesh where her nails drew.
along the sensitive skin. He managed a shiver, understanding it was the.
liquid fire working its method through his blood stream and the faintly.
intoxicating smell of her working on him. Suddenly irritated, he jerked.
his arm away.

” Oh, sulky, now … do not resemble that … come upstairs with me.” Her.
voice was velvety now, many of the sharp crystal well covert underneath the.
silken sound, triggering him to shiver again. Davarian toyed with the glass.
in front of him for a moment longer, half of a mind to refuse simply to see.
her reaction. A pang of resignation stabbed him, and he understood that at least.
in her arms he ‘d be able to forget for a while. Wearily, he nodded to her,.
climbing gradually to his feet and following her, eyes on her shapely backside.
as she slipped lithely up the stairs.

No faster had he stepped through the door than she was all over him, her.
hands busily unfastening his breeches, pressing him insistently down onto.
the thick, soft rug, not even bothering to lock the door as she released his.
tough cock from the confining product and dragged his hands along the smooth.
skin of her thighs, pushing her skirt up above her waist and impaling.
herself on him in one pleasantly speedy relocation. He stifled a groan as he.
entered her, part of his mind distracted from her wet heat by the.
suddeness of her need, the ferocity of her love-making. Irritated with.
himself, he moved his hands up under her soft shirt, along the smooth, tight.
muscles of her back, crushing her against his chest as she straddled his.
lap, arching along his length and sinking down to satisfy his deep thrusts.

Her hands slid along the work-toughened muscles of his chest and.
shoulders as she increased her speed, nails dragging across his skin in.
sharp, stinging lines, an urgency in her movements that he could not force.
himself to match. That cold, objective part of his mind kept turning the.
situation over and over, even as his powerful thighs and ass required his.
hard cock up into her and his strong hands worked with a form of.
enthusiasm over the soft skin of her back and shoulders. An abrupt flicker at.
the corner of his eye made him turn his head reflexively, to see the door.
pressed open and a flash of creamy white hair as Rye searched for from the.
paper in her hands, a smile on her face that passed away immediately.

Her voice appeared loud over the frenzied sliding and shifting of their.
half-naked bodies, a strangled cut-off gasp that started as his name.
Rye backed away, stumbling over her own feet, the look of horror in her.
eyes scorching him to the core. Without another word she turned and got away,.
crashing into the door jamb in her hurry to get away. An ill sensation spread.
through him, heightened by the abrupt diversion as Mina climaxed around.
him, a sharp, abrupt rubbing that twisted something inside him painfully,.
threatening to send him into his own climax. He combated the experiences for.
a moment, struggling to preserve a balance versus the waves of wrongness.
that swept over him. Gritting his teeth, he covered his confront with his.
hands, torn in between self-reproach and resignation.

Mind and body secured a turmoil of feeling, Dav gazed down at Mina,.
collapsed limply against his chest, sweat darkening her almost crimson hair.
and curling it fetchingly around her face. She appeared like an angel.
versus his bare chest, innocent and charming and nearly human, all lies so.
entirely false they were uncomfortable. Sleepily, sated, she raised her eyes to.
his, a lazy, satisfied smile curving her lips.

” Enjoy yourself?” she asked throatily, one finger tracing slow styles.
on his chest, her hips moving slightly, mockingly tightening up around his.
still tough cock. His face twisted as he stood suddenly, dumping her onto.
the soft toss rug.
” No, I didn’.

 

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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