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With the announcement that Ahjfeld was captured, and to hear of the distress of the other duchies and the sudden rise to power of Duchess Melora- first woman to rule a duchy in Connlaoth without her husband
alive, was just what Lady Davina needed in order to set her own plans into motion. She herself was not a humble woman by any means. In fact, her ambitions were a bit too over the top to seem realistic.
But that's the way she liked it. She loved to have a goal in mind to be impossible; and she had a lot to shake off after her scandal blew up in her face. She had fallen out of favor with so many houses in Hellvion she was surprised the rest of her family hadn't fallen into disgrace along with her. But she pridefully stepped out of the Duchy.
After all, her eyes were set on Ahjfeld.
She knew full well how pathetic the last Duke was. So it was no surprise that if any duchy's were to fall to the mages, it'd be that one. But a nice twist in the plan was that it was the Duchy of
Turgall of all places that rose up as the conquerers-
and that apparently...
Duke Harmond was a mage lover- and possible mage himself. Many had made claims to seeing his awesome power, and some claimed he used it to seduce the daughter of the Duke of Orchy- and the one who was a white lily!
Such scandal made Davina jealous. Though she loved a good story, she wanted to be at the forefront of the scandal. So with her father's horse, she rode off with what she could, knowing full well her ideas could lead to her own demise.
But at least if she was going to go down, people would
remember her as the woman every man desired. She would not be one upped by that older duchess wanna be queen.
Hotels were getting more and more expensive it seemed with this war in full swing. Maxxen did his best to stay out of the thick of it and any possible conversation that had anything to do with the war. Frankly, Maxx didn't care for such foolish and careless fighting. His days as a knight had knocked that out of him. He just wanted to have a good time. Why didn't everyone else think the same way?
Foolish mages thinking they could forge some kind of upstart revolution. And even moreso to the moronic Grand Duke that could do nothing good for anyone but himself. But that was politics for you. They never really did make any sense to him.
At least now he could enjoy a hot meal after staying on the road for several weeks. He was tired of hard beds in half-assed inns, and poor food in rundown taverns. Sure upkeep was a bitch, but did it hurt to hold on to a little salt and pepper?
The Ranspiel Hotel, at least, had decent entertainment. And the food wasn't bad either.
Though she came of money, she only had so much on her person. Thankfully, Ahjfeld wasn't inconceivably far. So when the Ranspiel Hotel came into view, she found herself smirking that it was still erect and in tact- probably because it resided on the boarder less affected by the decimation caused by the army of Turgall.
Either way, she was quick to take her horse to stable, and with a fluff to her riding hood, moved to step inside. She was greeted by a squat old man who- considering the years that had passed, looked exactly as she remembered him from before-
and it seemed he recalled Davina as well.
"Ah, Lady Callister! It has been some time!"
Yep, he recalled name and everything. Though somewhat of an ego boost, it was not one she needed.
"Just a room," she replied swiftly. "And a hot bath drawn, if you please." He nodded, bowing before her and as he moved to grabbed the skeleton key to her room, he paused when she added, "And after that, I'd like no interruptions."
Lowering her riding hood, she gave a fluff to her dark hair.
"The ride was hard," she assured him, forcing a smile.
Maxxen Lear had thought he'd heard the name carry just as he was putting the key into the lock of his own room. He paused, feeling his heart stop but for a moment, as he turned to watch a familiar form coming up the stairs. He saw the old man, then...
He went into his door quickly holding it just so that he might spy on Davina Callister as she appeared.
"Would you like me to escort you?" the man asked, jovial and seeming almost a bit too eager. Davina simply sighed.
"No, thank you." She gave him another curt smile before taking a hand ful of her skirts, and the key, and moving towards the stairs. She knew she shouldn't have to remind the man of her request for no interruptions, and began to ascend the stairs.
Once at the top, she loosened the collar of her traveling cloak around her neck, and noticed frm the corner of her eye (and from the reflection in the mirror) a door nearby that was partially cracked. She knew enough that someone was looking at her- it was a feeling, and one she admired. But she paid no attention to it, and simply turned away- her heels clicking as she disappeared down the hall.
Shuffling the key intot he lock, she wasted no time disappearing into her room- which just so happened to be across the hall from her mysterious watcher.
Only then did he open the door, leaning against the doorway as he watched her vanish into her room. "My my," he murmured. "It really is a small world. But then again, people like Davina are creatures of habit."
If she cared or knew her little spy was creeping outside her door,s he made no fuss of it. The ride had been long, and while sex was always something she'd welcome, she had no eyes for any man she had seen in this hotel. Perhaps she'd just have to masterbate...
Which made her smirk a little as she unclasped her riding cloak and let it drop on the back of her vanity's chair.
She paused a moment to look at herself in the mirror. From afar, any inclination she was getting older could not be seen- but lately..
She feared she was getting a few wrinkles under her eyes, and paused a moment to lean in closer to the mirror to make sure they hadn't gotten... worse.
Maxxen Lear moved back to his room, and moved his things around before changing his jacket and pulling off his tie. He pulled the flowers from the vase on the table in his room. He stepped out and moved back toward her door. He gently knocked on the door.
And he pushed a stray hair back. Couldn't look too shabby.
The moment there was a knock at the door, Davina Callister felt as foul as a beast. She glowered towards the door and paused in mid-brush. Did she not tell the man no interruptions? Not feeling like yelling, she stood up and made her way to the door-
Though she had a good tongue lashing ready on her lips, when she threw the door open and saw who it was, her eyes went wide- and for a moment, her mind betrayed her and failed to act.
Taking a step back, her memory returned. Those eyes, that face, the way he stood...
"Maxxen?"
Well... it seemed to be a small world after all.
"In the flesh," he said and he lauged a little.
He sobered and offered the flowers in his hands. "For you. Darling."
She cut a look to the flowers, then back to him.
"Flowers from your room? You shouldn't have... really," she went on, and her tone made it hard to tell if she was charmed- or irritated. "I have my own set of flowers occupying my own vase by the bedside table. If I accept yours...." she went on with a sigh. "They'll just get withered and dried out."
He smiled and withdrew the flowers. "Well if you don't want them, I can put them back. It's a shame for them to die without having graced a hand as beautiful and delicate as yours," he said with a frown, although his eyebrow was quirked and teasing.
"Perhaps," she went on, sighing again. "Or you could simply get your vase and I'll just take on the responsibility of having two."
He threw the flowers into the hallway. "Who needs flowers when I'm standing before one as gorgeous as you?"
Davina frowned.
"Darling.. really, that's wasteful," she went on with a wrinkle of her nose. "Though I suppose one is to act in such an expected manner before such a leading of means and well breeding." And she held out her hand, fully expecting him to take it with a kiss.
"It has been a long time, Maxxen."
Instead he grabbed it, and squeezed it gratefully. And went on to welcome himself inside. "You've got brandy, don't you? Good."
She watched him, if not a bit bristled, as he entered. She gave a soured smile.
"But of course. Just help yourself." And she closed the door.
"So... might I ask what brings the illustrious Maxxen Lear to Ahjfeld? You know i bet the card houses have fallen along with the Duke."
"I never put much stock in so called old families and powerful names," he said, smirking as he helped himself to some brandy. He turned back to her. "I just happened to be in the right place at the right time."
"Really? How is this the right place or time?" she challenged while strolling over to his side.
"We're in the middle of a war, a frivolous conflict at best, and somehow found our way to the only decent hotel in a hundred miles of anywhere. If that isn't the right place at the right time, I don't know what is," he said, winking at he as he served himself a small glass of brandy.
Her grin was left playful than his, but he had a point. She gave a tap of her heel.
"Don't forget my glass too, darling."
"Yes, how could I forget," he said. He poured her a glass all the same and raised his to hers. "What shall we toast to?"
She sighed and looked away, towards the ceiling.
"Oh, I don't know. What do those like us toast to?" she returned the question in kind, still holding onto her glass in anticipation of their toast.
"To vision. And those that pursue theirs with undying passion," he said. With a clank of her glass, he grinned a bit and sipped his own. With a sigh of relief, he made himself at home in her lounge chair, crossing his legs and patting the seat beside him.
"So I've heard you've been busy, my little butterfly," he said. "Have fun dalliances did you?"
She drank most of her glass before turning to him and swallowing.
"Oh? And just what have you heard?"
He gave her a grin, stepping closer and admiring the cleavage of her dress. "Adventures in risque sex, and the usual for you I suppose. I'm sure you remember it quite vividly." He shrugged nonchalantly and walked around the room, putting a hand in his pocket and sipping his drink with the other.
"It's a shame you're no longer welcome in any decent home in Connlaoth anymore, though."
She chuckled.
"And what makes you think that?" Though she wasn't going to agree nor argue, she was curious what Maxxen thought he heard about her. SHe did love gossip- especially that of her own, after all. Even if it was a mar on her status. Who could really touch her if she ended up with a Duke? Though those ambitious seemed so far out of reach...
For the exact reasons Maxxen had more or less said.
He just laughed at her, sitting down. "Because you can't turn a whore into a lady, as I heard one reputable source mention. But that's neither here nor there. I simply wish to know how you are," he said.
"Better now with alcohol," and she finished her drink, and went to fetch some more.
He followed her, observing her now more thoughtfully, saying nothing.
She turned to him, still holding the bottle.
"You want me to fill you up, too?" she asked, half flirting, but also half biting. There was no hiding the bit of venom in her tongue.
"Yes please," he said, leaning in close to her. He felt that venom, but it only made me smile. He smelled her, feeling her body heat so close to him, but he made no move. She wasn't as precious as she might have been.
She poured him a cup, then saw his look and moved to pour the alcohol onto his pants.
"Whoops. Clumsy me. The ride here must've been longer than I thought."
He jerked a little at the dousing of his trousers, his look souring. "Looks like it has," he said. He took his drink and poured it down her cleavage.
And that's when she slapped him suddenly, an act that surprised even her. And her expression showed it before she dropped her glass, not even flinchign as it shattered on the ground.
Maxxen caught her wrist after his face stung with that slap. He growled at her fiercely, yanking her close to him and scowling at her. "What's the matter with you?"
Her hand shook in his grip. She forced a grin.
"I told you," she tried to yank her hand back. "It was a long road."
"Then why don't you take a load off!" He released her and shoved her onto the bed, pouring himself another drink.
She fell on the bed with a yelp before sitting up with a dark glare. Brushing hair from her face, she moved to the edge of the bed.
"As nice as this was, I think I should return to my room now."
"This is your room, your highness," he said. He brushed at the wet spot she left on his pants, and frowned. "Indeed. I'll show myself out." But before he left he turned to her and leaned down, stealing a fierce kiss.
She was so drunk she hadn't realized it, and scowled a little. But when he stalked back towards her, his kiss was enough to break her ice. The scent of a man and taste of his lips was all she needed to growl into him as she tugged at his clothes.
"You'd better fuck after that kiss," she threatened, hands moving to tear at the ties and buttons of his shirt.
But he tore her hands away, gripping her wrists. "And why should I? You're all worked up over nothing!" He hissed, biting fiercely at her bottom lip, drawing blood.
She growled against his lips, uncaring it was painful.
"A woman never gets worked up over nothing."
"You're right, a normal woman doesn't. And you're far from it," he said and chuckled. A chuckle short-lived when he leaned down and devoured her in a hungry kiss.
At the kiss, she grabbed a fist full of hair and returned it in kind, a second hand finishing up the last button of his shirt before a hand smoothed over his warm chest.
Her touch brought fire to his flesh, and pressed into her with fervor. The kiss was messy and awkward, as their mouths met with lust. His tongue shoved deep into her mouth, and his lips would be sore after this.
His lips wouldn't be the only thing sore. Hands moved to roughly, animalistically, tear at his clothes, aiming to remove them as swiftly as possible. She was pretty sure she ripped his coat in more than one place, his shirt in a dozen, as buttons began to fly off, scattered to unknown places across the floor.
"Calm down," he hissed. "I'm not going anywhere." He reached down beneath her skirts, hiking them up eagerly.
She gave a growl, hands clawing up his form.
"Are you to complain so early before we rut?" she went on between hard kisses.
"Rut? Is that your new word?" he huffed, grunting as undid his belt and pushed his trousers down.
"It's what animals do," she went on, grabbing his hips and pulling him in close. "And we're all animals." And she opened her legs nice and invitingly wide.
"Nothing more than meat to be devoured," he hissed as he sunk deep into her heat. His hips rolled experimentally, before remembering that rhythm and rocking his hips slow and deep against her.
"Gods!" she tossed her head back, moans coming from deep within as she let him start the rhythm before following, hips rolling and finger nails scraping up his back.
Even after her escapades, how she kept herself so tight, he had no idea. But Maxxen didn't give a damn as he started to fuck her hard. There was a sense of anger behind it, perhaps given the absence of their pairing. But if anything he was making up for lost time.
He wasn't the only one showing some heat as they fucked. Her own hips moved faster, sex clenching tighter as she purposely dug her fingers nails to scratch long, light bleeding trails before gripping painfully tight to his hair.
The pain only drove him onward, pushing so hard into the bed, it creaked and cracked beneath their ventures. Physically it moved, scraping across the floor until he felt his back sting with the bite of her nails. He was spurred turning them to lay on their sides, lovemaking in a fury that bordered on possession.
"Gods!" she growled, pulling at his hair as if they were reins. "Is that all you've got?"
Her leg hiked up his thigh gave him extra leverage, opening an angle for him to slip his hand beneath her thigh and dip into her folds along with his cock, seeped in deep inside her. "Is that all you've got, is the better question," he hissed with venom.
She laughed cruelly at him.
"I can fuck an animal, you think I can't tame a man?" came her retort, when her leg hooked around and swept behind him, forcing him onto his back and she, moving feverishly above him.
Maxxen wasn't yet lost to the fury of their bodies. He growled when she flipped him over, and he pulled her right arm down, slipping his hand away from her heat, and rolling them both over. "You couldn't tame a man with a leash and whip," he growled.
"Never said I would," she growled huskily, hips still rolling, claiming his sex within her own. "A real woman uses more creative means to make a man beg." And her eyes and smile were wicked.
"Like this?" He wasted no time, and blew raspberries into her neck, removing his sex from her hips and running his fingers along her ribs furiously, and keeping his body on her to keep her pinned.
Davina was not expecting that. The last time she perhaps had been attacked by a man (or boy) in such a way was when she was barely in her teens. And at the time, it was hardly appropriate, either. She jerked in reaction, finding her skull hitting his.
"What the hell are you doing?" she hissed.
But he kept his arms like a vise around her and gave her raspberries again on the other side of her neck. "What do you think I'mdoing?" And kept her pinned beneath him.
She jerked under his ministrations,
"Looking to get yourself killed," she threatened, and her expression going between that of red faced laughter and fighting between labored breathing and pure anger.
Maxxen gave it a rest for a brief second and stole a powerful kiss, keeping her pinned, arms wrapped possessively around her. He slipped within her heat once again, moving in deep and steady.
She gasped when she finally got a breath, her voice a mixture of repulsion and pleasure and most utter irritation. It was a dangerous combination, and her sex tightened around him like a vice as she sunk her teeth painfully into his lower lip.
Their bodies met with continued ferocity, the bed buckling beneath the force of their shared passion. Maxxen moaned at the force of the bite, feeling the blood drawn from his lip, tasting it and mingling it with her own, as he kissed her savagely.
Fingers clawed at his back, then tangled into his hair as she tore him away from her lips. Her own were red, with rosey cheeks as she growled.
"I think I'll wait to kill you." And she smashed her lips to his again, her sex spasming around his before clenching extremely tight again.
"Just don't make it a waste darling," he panted as he pushed his hips deeper into her, the resistance and tension building as he found the right angles.
Her finger nails raked down his form as she growled through heated pants.
"And you would know?"
"Would you?" He panted hard and grabbed her hands pushing them down his ass, and settling her hands there to push him deeper inside her.
Nails dug into his ass cheeks deeply.
"Gods, it's been too long since I've had a man who knows how to fuck."
Maxx quirked a brow. "And how long would that be?"
She pulled him closer, smothering his mouth as her finger nails continued to bite.
"I won't bore you with the details, " she panted. "Besides," she kissed him again, good and fierce. "We are in the middle of something."
He chuckled against her lips. "That soon huh?" Nibbling on her bottom lip as he fucked her deeper, balls slapping her to the hilt. He kept her body close, flush together and feeling all of her tight around him. He worked the angles she favored most, working his whole body against her.
Still angered at him, but equally aroused, she growled and moved to bite painfully upon his neck, before sucking on it then trailing animalistic bites lower and lower on his flesh while her rising heat sent her deeper into this frenzy.
"Gods!" she raked her fingernails down his chest. "Harder! Gods! Fuck me harder!"
Maxxen gave small cries at the force of each fuck, grinding hard against her that the friction lifted the bed with each motion, cracking the wood and the frame of the bed creaked beneath their venture. He could feel himself burning hotter and faster. "I'm close, Davina," he whimpered.
She panted and kissed him, kissed him harder and purred against his lips as she bit them, "As am I." The thrill of knowing he was so close to spilling his seed made her sex pulsate in delight. She kissed him again.
His whimpers threatened to turn into begs for mercy, but he kept on pistoning into her, pushing her with all of his own body. Until the force became too much and he pushed in deep, sealing her to him, shuddering as he felt his body explode.
She paused, a hand to his chest as she felt his seed flood into her. Arching into it, her own body tensed before she began to rock wildly, as she screamed out in ecstasy.
Maxxen panted hard, feeling her heat encapsulate him in her pleasure and held her tightly to him.
When her own orgasm was through, she collapsed into a panting heap and found her eyes closed briefly before she stared up at the ceiling.
Maxxen remained connected with her and slowly moved his hips in the final dregs of his pleasure, as it dissipated. He panted, breaths coming out soft as he held himself above her. Lips met to hers, still tasting the blood on them before he rolled off her, chest heaving and breathing coming out heavily.
She lay there in a heated mess for longer than she ought to, eyes towards the ceiling before she closed them.
"You know the war has been going on for some time," she brought up casually, when her breath was finally caught. She turned to him. "How have you managed to evade the draft?"
Then again, that was probably one of the real reasons he was here.
He stared up at the ceiling, mulling over his response to that. He'd done his military service after all, but the draft didn't care whether you had a service record or not. Every eligible male had to risk his neck whether or not he agreed with that prissy Grand Duke. He wasn't his Grand Duke.
Maxxen simply turned to her and quirked a brow instead. "And why are you with out a husband? Afraid to die of a broken heart?" he quipped.
"Death is inevitable, marriage is not." she pointed out. "Besides, I'm not the sort to just settle down. I prefer the sampler platter over the main course. It keeps things... Interesting." she studied him. "You never answered my question."
"I know plenty of the right people and have greased just the right hands to stay out of it," Maxxen answered and observed her frstures. "You're not as spry as you used to be."
"And you're still too quick in bed," she sighed.
He laughed. "Not as quick as your wit it would seem. Still trying to feign the impetuosity of youth. You're just upset because I'm one man you can't control."
"Control? She laughed. "You're not a man I'd care to."
He laughed too. "That's a relief," he chuckled, sitting up and reaching for his coat. He pulled out a cigar, clipping it and igniting it. "Despite your lame dogs at me, it was nice."
"For a man, it's always nice." She moved towards him, waiting for him to start his cigar before plucking it from him and taking in a long drag herself. She exhaled, coughing a little. "I see you still stick to your bad habits."
"It's nice to see some things haven't changed. You still take what isn't yours," he murmured. Maxx leaned closer to her, looking over her like a great shadow. "You don't think it was nice? Not even halfway decent?"
She replied through a puff.
"It was suitable."
He sat up and took a long drag from a cigar, sighing and blowing the smoke out in trained O's.
"That's too bad. You used to be damn good too," he said with a shrug.
Her look to him was cold, implacable.
"I'm getting too old to play these games. They say I'm already past my prime... a spinster not meant to be tamed or married."
She took the cigar back and worked on a few O rings of her own.
Maxxen sobered a bit. "So? What do you think of It?" He took the cigar and took a long drag before forcing the air from his nostrils. He leaned in and kissed her cheek.
She looked at the cigar, ignoring the kiss.
"It's alright." She took it from him and took another puff. "Though I prefer Cantebelly brand over this cheap puff."
"Not the cigar. What people think of you. What do you think? Regarding the opinion of being an old maid." He watched her take a long drag of that cigar. Sex was sex. Anyone could fuck. But there was an agedness to her that made him reach up and tuck a tuft of hair behind her ear.
She turned to him, blowing smoke through her nostrils.
"I believe I stopped caring a long time ago." She blew the rest of the smoke out through her nose. "Even before I was, as you put it, an old maid."
"You don't sound like you don't care," he noted. "Everybody needs somebody to care for them sometime."
She looked him over and scoffed.
"I think you forge who I am." She puffed away, looking over at the wall.
"It sounds like you've been reading too many romance novels." She wrinkled her nose and blew out more smoke through it. "Doesn't even sound like the good kind, either."
"I think you say that because you're lonlier than you would admit," Maxxen murmured and kissed her neck and cheek again.
She felt her skin bump over and she kept her gaze away. Then she pushed the cigar towards him.
"Are you thinking about your immortality? We all die.." she went on, casually looking back to the wall. "We're born, we grow, we fuck, we die." She smirked. "And sometimes it repeats when some become foolish enough to have bastards."
He remained persistent, kissing gently at her throat and at her chin, feeling her breath on him and refraining from her lips for the time being. "I think you worry about your immortality. But I don't want any bastards. I just want you."
She turned to him.S he looked him clear in the eyes and told him coolly, "You just had me." She drew a finger down his neck, to his chest. "Men are always.. insatiable fools."
He chuckled, smirking and took another drag from the cigar, blowing the smoke away from her. He dashed the ashes in a tray on the bedside table before leaning back beside her. "If your body is all you will ever give, then it's no wonder your life is empty, Davina. Don't you ever want more? I mean, really want it? I think you could be more than you seem. I seem to be the only man that looks at you and thinks that."
"Empty? A curious statement. What should it be filled with?"
"Hrm, that would be up to you now wouldn't it," he murmured.
"Darling, it's always been up to me," she went on with a smirk. "What are you getting at?"
"If it's always up to you, then what are you doing with yourself, wasting your life away with men who could care less about you?"
At that, her grin turned wry.
"Why are my escapades with men so important to you?" she looked him over, eyes narrowing as she peered at him through lashes. "It sounds like you're jealous. And here I thought you, of all men, might understand."
Maxxen smiled, tilting his head. "Jealous of them? Why on earth would I be jealous?"
Her grin kept growing as she took her curled fingers and softly caressed them down his cheek.
"Then why bring them up? Why care who I fuck and do not?"
"I never asked who it was," Maxxen said, leaning into her touch and kissing at her hand. He took his mouth to her wrist, giving a sucking kiss there, biting lightly down her arm, taking teeth to the skin that aged and pretended at her years. He kept his attention deliberate and approaching her neck, feeling the rush of pulse.
"I care only for your well-being is all."
Strange how his simple touch, his simple, deliberate kisses made her skin bump over and her heart race quicken.
"Well-being?" she went on, smugly. But then she gave a sigh. "Well of course you are, darling. Or we wouldn't have fucked." She moved to pull her wrist away, but by then he was already at her throat, her neck and her eye lids lowered.
Despite the attention he was giving her, he chuckled, bringing his lips down to her ample breasts and flicking his tongue across her nipples, exploring the roundness of her left breast. "Fucking is such a crude word," he murmured, between kisses. Arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her into his lap.
She smiled at him, a hand moving through his hair. This was the man she knew. The man she knew in every sort.
"Yes..." she went on with a purr. "But I like it crude."
And how else would it be? The rougher the ride, the better. And the more terrible the reason only made it feel all the better.
"Why? Because you're afraid of something real?" He reached between them, grasping his cock and guiding it upward to brush against her sex. Maxxen kept his attention small but persistent, looking up at her from her breasts and pulling her head down to kiss her lips.
She grinned through his attentions, her own hand moving to help guide his cock to coax it into a little more than just a brushing.
"Penetration is real.." she burned, her other hand moving to tangle into his hair as she leaned in to kiss him heatedly, adding in a none too gentle, tongue.
"I mean real feeling. Emotional content," Maxxen moaned into that heated kiss. He pressed his body into hers, but keep his hips up, even as she tugged on his cock to encourage entry. He would be in control of himself, as much as any man might. "I certainly wouldn't want you to die alone," he said, turning his head to kiss her possessively, tongue slipping in for re-entry.
He buck his hips then, hard into hers and rolled them hard up against hers.
It was a strange question and stirred strange feelings inside her. Emotional attachment? Was he trying to prod her for love? She wasn't sure how to respond. The natural response would be to laugh at him, but inside, a part of her wanted to cry. She never wanted a man to claim her, even if she fancied herself a husband seeking power and money. She always did what she wanted to do, coy plans leading her to sinful pleasure.
Sure, most of her family, if not all, by now condemned her for her foolishness. She had been seen as an uncapturable prize wife for So long it turned into the woman no one aimed to court, except for a fun romp in bed.
Idealistically, she would have grabbed onto the first wealthy and powerful man that got in bed with her. But she was restless, rexkless, and there was a sad triumphant that this was the only way a lady could make a life for herself.
Yes, she knew she was a fool. It's why she ranvoff, alone, to Ahjfeld. No one wanted a wife that was known to fuck beasts. Yet somehow she found herself back intwined with a man she could have soon forgot. And somehow was breaking her, little pieces, at the skin.
There was no more time to think when he claimed her as she cried out at the fill. And wildly she moved and scraped her fingernails down his flesh, sobbing and begging for more.
Were her cheeks wet? Were those tears? Maxxen didn't know as he pumped his body in body and out of hers, filling her to the hilt before sliding back out again. He wrapped himself in her body, limbs coiled in and around one another until she was possessed with him, and by her. The friction burned along his body, energy once static now running quickly and hotly between them.
Maxxen did open his eyes long enough to press his forehead against hers.
Her face was wet but certainly not by tears. Long ago she learned to shed that bad rabbit in order to remain strong. Women of power were so few and far between, that she knew early on exactly who she wanted to be. Perhaps the power she feared she was looking remained, as it seemed Madden Leare was possessed by her, fucking her to every bexk and call. But when his forehead met to hers and she looked into his eyes, she squirmed.
"What are you doing?" She panted, "Youd better not stop."
"I don't plan on it," he grunted as he stared back at her. His mouth was soon occupied with kissing her, lips moving sensually against hers and rocking her body in rhythm to his. "I just think you're beautiful. I love to watch your face in throes of passion."
Davina's eyes rolled back at his words. He was still the same skilled man he had been when they fucked before. Fingers twisted to grip his hair as she leaned her body up, moaning for more.
He ground his hips deep and possessively, honing in on the angle that had her seeing her brain until she was hoarse from screaming. Maxxen kissed her fiercely then, biting at her lips and feeling himself shudder in building passion. "You deserve someone who gives a damn about you Divina. No someone who's going to throw you away," he hissed, thrusting harder to the hilt.
Her legs were hooked around him tightly, body arched as she moaned. Sweat slicked them both as her fingers left long claw marks against his back. And as she reveled in their sin, she couldn't help but laugh but once at his comment.
"Give a damn?" Her eyes sparkled as she opened them to look at him. "Are you saying you give a damn? Because all I'm seeing.." she went on, eyes hanging low as she moaned. "Is you giving me a good needed fuck."
"That's a shame," Maxxen panted. He continued to thrust deeply, rolling his hips until she was red in the face. "And if you want me to admit it, yes, I care about you. No one else seems to."
Finger nails dug into his arms as she felt herself growing white hot and blinded as she reached her peak, screaming out to the Gods for mercy until she fell into a shuddering heap beneath him. Her sex still nursed his, and the sensitive sensation evoked after the high of her orgasm. Her toes curled into the bed sheets as a hand raked none too gently into his hair.
"Only a fool would confess they care about the woman they're fucking while they're fucking," she went on, smirking as she tucked some of his sweat soaked hair aside. She tightened her sex and leaned up into him. "If you care so much, show me," she purred, lips nibbling at his neck.
His body still shuddered from the heat of coming and he pushed his cock in deeper in the gloved warmth of her sex. He slowly undulated in and out and it didn't take much to make him harden again. She'd feel his girth expand and he tested the width of her body.
"Turn over then," he murmured back, moaning at her attention and returning them with fervor. He coaxed her onto her belly, the sweat still slick across her skin and he gently blew across her back. Straddling her, he pushed her hair aside and pushed his palms and hands deep into her back, massaging the tension out of her.
Hands reached to her hips and propped her back lnto him so she'd feel him prodding against her. He moved hands back to her spine however and continued to knead the muscle there.
The massage was a nice surprise. The long trek to Ahjfeld left her stiff. Even still, she was a pleasure seeker, always was and always would be. The massage simply amplified her moaning as she smothered her face in the pillow to stifle some of her growing screams.
Maxxen laughed. "That's an awful lot of screaming for a massage," he chided, sobering enough to massage her lower half with his cock, prodding her deeper and sliding along with ease from their mutual slickness. He ran the length of him along her clit and pulled her hips closer onto him.
He continued to massage his hands into her back. "How does that feel darling?"
"You're an awful tease," she pouted. "But that feels mmmm, real nice."
Bent on making that moan more drawn out, Maxxen finally dipped into her, rocking his hips closer into her until he was deep within. All the while his hands kept working at her flesh, clawing nails in when necessary and soothing the skin over with his palms down. He moved in a slow, toxic rhythm, biting his lips as he focused on every stroke.
Davina was so consumed by his attentions it caught her voice in her throat when she tried to moan. Her sex tightened, ass arching up and beckoning for more while her fingernails dug into the bed sheet.
Maxxen continued to work his hips deeply into hers, only now thrusting faster with intent. He gripped her hips harder, pulling her back into him as he slipped into her like a hot knife through butter.
An old man, a hired whore, a pair of twins or a monster-
It didn't matter who she bedded, just that she was wrapped up with a man in the sheets. Bliss was truly all she sought for in this world- the only pleasures she herself could initiate, could control-
And the only feeling that was real.
Love... respect, honor...
They were all a man's foolish claim to things he himself made up and titled humanity. But who wanted to be a human when you had to turn yourself into a pawn? Had to walk across the board game of men and snivel along with the rest of them?
She had played the game, sure. And perhaps was still playing the game, even in this place so far from her own home. But this was a man's world. It always would be. And it was not a world she wanted.
This... This was a world she wanted. One where she could conquer and be conquered and scream out to the Gods in a joy only she could be familiar. But even this quick fuck...
It was just another step forward..
and three steps back.
Soon she turned the tides, rolling Maxxen Leare over and pinning him beneath her on the bed. Her hips were moving, rolling in a maddening rhythm while her heavy breasts heaved with each movement and each raspy, moaned breath. And she wanted to hear him scream, wanted him to beg for mercy, as her ears rung with her fury, her desire- and her veins and body scorched and squirmed for it.
By the time it was over, Maxxen was in a sweating heap, tangled up on the sheets and he stared up at the ceiling, eyes half-closed and a blank expression on his face. Something strange happened inside him, a stirring that he didn't like. He sat up and reached for whatever drink remained in the decanter and drank it whole, wishing the burn would spread through the rest of him and incinerate the whatever it was that made him feel like he was about to puke.
He said nothing to Davina and when he was dry enough, he cleaned himself off with a sheet end and reached for his clothes.
She had been thoroughly exhausted and had nearly drifted off to sleep. Maxxen's depature roused her as she turned on the bed to watch him dress. She had a cunning reply on her lips but held her tongue and simply watched him.
Whatever reply she had would go momentarily unheard for now. After he dressed, Maxxen moved over to her and kissed her brow, a slow noncommittal gesture. "Good night Darling," was all he said when he left the room.
She wasn't sure just why she felt so awkward in the way he left. Many men left her bedside without so much as a goodbye, though truth be told- she normally did the leaving. Perhaps she had found some solace in this man whom she had such scandalous fun with how many years ago. She was, after all, in lands not her own, and very much far away from anything she could really hold onto.
She knew the risks involved. And though she remained the strong headed woman most perceived her to be, she'd be lying if she didn't admit to a little fear. But fear is what pressed her onward, and her insatiable nature to simply have more.
Long after Maxxen had left, she threw on her black robe and tied it around, and twisted up her hair. For a haphazard hair do, not many could pull off the luxuriously wild look as Lady Callister. She didn't bother to light a candle as she moved, bare foot into the hall, moving slowly, and with purpose.
The door to his room slowly shut and he released a sigh. Finally he could be alone in his own quarters. Whatever that strange conversation was, was nothing Maxxen thought he would ever say. He was getting soft, he told himself. This was not an age for sentiment, but survival. And only the strong would make it through... Still the words lingered on his mind. There was no love between them, theirs was a relationship of familiarity and equal pursuits, but not love.
Maxxen started to laugh then, out loud and perhaps more maniacal than he intended. Throwing off his cloak, Maxxen flopped into the bed, tired and thoroughly worn to the bone.
She hadn't expected to hear the laughing. A curious thing really. And she knew whom it belonged to. Though Maxxen Leare and herself never once shared a moment of true laughter, somehow she could pin point it was him.
It was a strange thing really and as she drew near his door, she wondered if she should think better of it. But then again, she was Davina Callister. And she always did what she liked. However, one step more caused the most obvious of floor boards to creak under her weight as she paused a moment to hold her breath.
Maxxen stirred at the creaking floor but was too tired to do anything of it. He was quickly fast asleep, pulling the blankets over him.
When all went quiet, she found herself somewhat relieved- an dperhaps even a bit annoyed. Not that it mattered, since for some reason, the door was unlocked. She had to wonder if any of the doors even truly locked here and slowly made her way towards the side of the bed where she watched him sleep. Strange. She never truly watched a man sleep before. It felt... strange.
[He forgot to lock it, whoops!]
Maxxen moved his head slightly turning it just enough to flick them open briefly. There he saw a shape move, but tired brains won over yet again. He was just drunk and seeing things he told himself. Whiskey after effects.
She smirked at his unguarded form.
"Suppose I really did tire you out," she purred softly, stroking her fingers in the air over his head. "Maxxen Leare.." she went on, still studying his form. "I still find it strange we met all the way out here." There was a subtle light to her eyes as she studied him, but from what she could deduce, he was still fast asleep.
That made her smirk.
"At least the whisky only seemed to go to your head." Sighing, she looked around his room and began to wonder just why she was still there.
Maxxen did stir at the feel of someone close to him. His head rose from the pillow, eyelids parted sleepily. "Davina? What are you doing here?" he asked curiously, as he turned to sit up. He rubbed his tired eyes, and he looked at her form in the dark. "Can't sleep?"
She smirked guardedly.
"I sleep... Apparently not as well as some."
"What are doing in here? Was there something you needed?" Maxx asked with a smirk. "I remember you complaining earlier about how you wanted to be alone. And now you find yourself very unalone. What brings you to my very humble quarters?"
She sighed, knowing he would make such a comment.
"Perhaps I was just bored," she went on with a flip of her hair."or someone got tired out long before me."
Maxxen laughed. "So you came into my room. Are you sure it's not because you want to cuddle?" He chuckled and reached up to push her disheveled hair from her face "Shall I keep the lights off then?"
"Cuddle?" she made a face. "Do I look like a needy child?'
"Yes," he chuckled. "But only when you pout like that "
Maxxen leaned back and parted the covers made a gesture. "Did you want to join me?"
"I don't know,"she went on with a sigh. "Although the air is disagreeable."
"Then why did you come in here? Just wanted to watch me sleep?"
A small smile was drawn across her lips as she looked at him.
"Honestly, both would seem ridiculous. But maybe I just came in to play with your hair," she went on, a hand running through his dark locks.
Maxxen looked at her more seriously, his smile fading. She wanted to play and she was intent on drawing him into her game.
"Now as disheveled as yours but it'll get there," he murmured, brushing her own hair back and letting his fingers dig into the back of her scalp.
"You would just need to grow it longer," she told him, simply. "A gambler would have many uses for having longer hair." Her fingers moved through his, idly stroking. "And what's not to love about a knight with long, raven like hair?"
"I like my short hair. It's easier to maintain. I can't imagine having to deal with the amount of knots you must go through on a daily basis," he murmured. He wanted to kiss her but resisted, and reached down to slip a hand into the front of her robe. His touch was exploratory, feeling the roundness of her breast and rolling a thumb over a nipple.
"You don't like knights remember? Or soldiers."
"No, I dont," she said simply. "Not really. Then again, I've never seen you be a real knight."
"I was quite dashing," Maxxen said, tilting his head in a valiant angle. "I had a powerful steed and decked out in armor. I was very good, and deadly with a blade. I was my own man. Until my father decided it wasn't good enough...And wanted me to marry a woman with a brat she said I made. I never fucked her in my life. I swear. I'm a knight after all, I have my dishonor to uphold."
Her grin grew coy.
"Are you looking to me for sympathy?" she asked, a hand tracing to rest beneath his chin.
"Sympathy from you? Never," he replied. His touch was casual and slipped in further to caress the edge of her belly, the skin there not as supple as it used to be. "Have I sunk so low as to deserve it?"
Her grin was coy, if not shrewd as her fingers moved to pinch his chin as she examined him this way and that. Then she paused when their faces were square.
"Do I look like a woman who cares about sympathy?"
Some men did say she was black of hair, black of heart. Although she knew better. Her hair, after all, was a very dark brown.
Maxxen tilted his head. "Only when it might be convenient to work in your favor," he nodded and took to teeth to her hand, biting at the finger that pinched his chin.
She retracted her hand, grin growing and even becoming a bit more sincere.
"I knew there was a reason I liked you."
"And that reason might be?" Maxxen asked, wonderingly and leaning in to kiss her chin lightly. It was just a simple gesture, and he smiled nevertheless, eyes glinting in the dark.
She caught his chin again and looked him straight in the eye.
"You're actually smart."
He stuck his tongue out at her. "Only when it counts." He chuckled and slipped his hands around her, if but for a moment to remind himself of the curvatures of her body.
She made a face at his child like antics. But at his touch, she moved to guide his hand to be able to smooth down the curves of her hips.
"So this 'like me', is this just a 'like my personality', or a 'like my body ', or a 'like me because I'm agreeable'?" He murmured. He let her guide his hand until it zenithed over the top of her bottom. He gave a gentle squeeze roving his hand down, but keeping his touch only curious.
She sighed, albeit it it was more of an amused sigh than a bored one.
"Most men I get tired of rather quickly."
"Well, I'm pleased to hear that," he admitted, his brow quirking a bit. "So is that why you came in here? To tell me that?" He leaned in to kiss her cheek, although his attention was not seeking payment in return.
She couldn't help the frown that followed and found her gaze averting. She was studying the wall, the way the shadows clung to a corner and for no particular reason seemed intrigued by it.
"Does a woman need a reason?"
"I suppose not. Though I admit you captured my curiosity," he murmured and caressed her face gently.
"Curiosity? An interesting choice word."
"It's more than any other woman has managed to pique in the last few years. Sex aside. Yes you have my curiosity. Which is why I wonder about you, ask you questions on your misadventures, whether or not you even divulge them. And worry too, I suppose. Is that so bad?"
"What a person does is only bad if they believe it to be. It's like religion and laws that men seek to make up in order to procure peace, or some semblance of it anyway."
"I wasn't asking about religion. I was asking you. Does my curiosity bother you?" he whispered, leaning in as if he might kiss her, but remaining a breath away.
"Bother?" She smirked, simply staring at him through half lids. "No." She tilted her head. "Curiosity is a natural hunger we all possess."
"Shame it doesn't make you twitch," he nodded and pulled away enough to recline back on the bed. He stretched out and propped a pillow up underneath his head.
"Oh? Is that your aim? To make me... twitch?" she asked, raising her brows.
"I have no aim. Does a man need an aim?" He countered.
"It's not so much a need as it's just a natural part of what we are..." she went on, a hand smoothing up his chest. "Humans are rather selfish creatures."
"Do you..." he began, perhaps in a vague attempt to change the subject,"want to stay here tonight?"
"Hrmm," she went on wearing a thoughtful smirk. "I thought I already answered that... " And her fingers traced lower on his belly and traipsed along the rim of his pants.
With her touch he reached up and grasped her hand. "No, you didn't. I asked why you were here, you didn't answer. But it doesn't matter. Just stay with me. Nothing else. No ulterior motives. Just you and me," he said. He pulled her down with him, and he kissed her only briefly.
She looked at him, intrigued by his proposal.
"I suppose it's so obvious I'd prefer to share a bed on this cold night and in such a foreign duchy."
But even as her voice continued to purr and sound playful, there was some truth to what she said.
"You're always welcome to share with me," Maxxen murmured and kissed her softly with palpable, curious lips.
An unusual shiver ran through her body, aiding in the painfully pert erection of her nipples. And her breath caught a moment as she kissed him back. And it was in a way most unusual to her, because somewhere along the line, a new sensation had arisen- and she wasn't sure if she hated it or not.
He moaned softly, kissing her as he pulled them both beneath the covers. He paused just a second to catch his breath. "So Davina, will you stay the night?" he whispered between kisses and let a hand graze up her side to lightly massage at her breast.
"A man asks many questions," she purred, her own hands traveling eagerly south between his legs. "Give me a reason to stay," she challenged, a light to her eyes.
Maxxen smiled, catching her hand to prevent it's trajectory and instead brought it to his mouth. Eyes idly watched her as he slipped her thumb into his mouth, lightly sucking on it and pulling away with grazed teeth. He grinned just a little, leaning down to push up her nightgown until it bunched up around her breasts, and took his mouth to a nipple, lapping at it generously.
Somehow that put her in a trance, her eyes glazing over as she shivered at the feel of her clothing being pushed away. And very much unlike her...
She simply let Maxxen do as he pleased, breathing softly as his tongue rolled around her breast.
He let himself taste her flesh, feeling heat spread across tender flesh. And he dragged himself down along her form, admiring her along the way. Hands gently parted her legs, and as he poised himself between them, he looked up at her, index finger teasing her, tracing the edges of her womanhood.
Maxxen leaned in at last to run his tongue along her clit, easing into the motions.
Davina let Maxxen take the lead, her legs parting when he guided them so and her sex trembling as his finger's teased her. Her entry puckered, moist and hot. And when his lips moved to her clit, she found herself gasping, a fist entangling into his hair.
He eased into her body, kissing her form until he had her thighs pressed against his shoulder. He listened to her body, hungrily lapping until she was tearing his hair out.
He was good. Very good. He must've been practicing a hell of a lot since the last time they fooled around. Fingernails dug into his scalp, her body writhing against his. And though she had an orgasm not all that long ago, she stoked the heat deep within her as his tongue continued to work on all the walls of her sex. She tensed up, arched her back, and nearly did tear out his hair as she screamed, and screamed his name, rocking her hips as her sex spasmed all around his mouth.
And she had cum and cum so hard she was shaking.
"Oh, by the Gods.. Maxxen Leare," she purred, all but melting away into the bed.
He swallowed thickly against her, cleaning his lips in small kisses all the way up her body. When he reached her face, level with her again, there was no smug grin on his face. His expression was somewhat solemn, eyes hooded as he looked down at her and he held her gaze for a long time.
The silence was broken only by the hungered kiss that followed.
For a brief moment she thought she had seen something else. A flicker of sadness? A memory of another life? But then it was smothered away by a kiss, and one she was far too eager to receive. But even as she caught his face and kissed him back, she couldn't help but wonder.....
Of his other stories. His other times...
And was he really here for the reasons he'd said? Ahfeld was a desolate duchy, locked in turmoil. Surely even a down and out noble like Maxxen had better places to be....
Maxxen wondered at little further than the act before him. He ran his lips eagerly against her, feeling real for this moment in time. As if little else before then had been filler. And he was okay with that, leaning into her body until the only separation between them was the thin cloth of his trousers. Even the rolled up nightgown had been pushed up off of her.
Baring herself before him felt good. She knew, even at her age, she was still a prize. But she still liked the confirmation, knowing he wanted her, and would want her again.
Her hands splayed across his buttocks, groping and feeling the muscles there while keeping him close to feel the hardness of his front. She wanted to speak, to say those burning, smart remarks she always said. She was a coy, shrewd woman. But this time .... It was all a nice change of pace.
Maxx too remained silent, instead showing how much he wanted her through the heat of his body. He dragged lips down to her throat, sucking lightly on her skin, leaving the bruising colors of hickies behind. His hands slipped beneath her body, lifting her up with him into a sitting position so that she was both sitting and positioned between his legs and her thighs were wrapped around him.
His need pressed against her, the turgid hardness wanting nothing more than entry within.
Had there been any clothing left, it was quick to be discarded as the pair of them were easily caught up in the moment. She felt his need, her eyes sparkling at how hungry he was. Although she was an easy fuck, she wanted to make this man beg for it. So when his dick slid against the opening of her sex, she leaned in, just letting the moistness kiss the tip, before rolling her hips away.
What she missed was not his insistence on penetration, but rather the desire to foster the sensation building between them. When her hips rolled around, he moaned - perhaps in deflated frustration - and reached around to cup her buttocks, holding her somewhat securely as his hips rolled against her form.
Sitting upright allowed him too easy an entry, but instead he kept his hunger at bay, continuing the teasing undulations that were making him shudder. He could have cum from the thought of taking her, how easy it would be, as it had been before. But somehow it felt much less rewarding than to hear her voice, wanting.
Her expression twisted and her sex grew tight, legs clinging around his form as she felt her heat rise. Such a playful dance was often misunderstood, and it had been sometime since she was allowed such play. Not that she minded the rough wild appeal of sex pretty much all the time...
There was a simple sweetness and truth behind the saying 'Stop to Smell the Roses'-
or rather, stop (or rather slow down) to enjoy the very sensations that one would go through in such a quick burst of action. The smooth roll of almost entry did just that, and had his dick moving against her softness with lots of moist, silken noise.
Maxxen turned his head to kiss her, a deepened thrashing of lips that waxed and waned from softened to hungered, and back again, as their hips made their dance. He moaned as he felt himself shudder again, heat rising and his heart thrumming wildly in his chest. "Gods, Davina," he moaned, perhaps half-begging. It was a plea more at himself to simply slip inside her, but still he remained adamantly without.
His throat was already horse, turning his hips counterclockwise now as he worked against her clit, his nails digging deep into her buttock, and slowly raking up her back.
Gasping, she ground back against him as his dick fucked her clit.
"Gods.." Her own fingernails were taking to his skin, clawing, lips biting and hips still rocking, letting him half a poke at her entry, where she held him briefly before rocking her outter sex against him again.
It was getting to be too much, and Maxxen felt his eyes rolling back up into his head. "Davina," he begged at last. "Will you let me have you?" His voice was hoarse and dry, panting hard as he rocked deeper and harder within her, against her.
"All of you."
Maxxen turned his hips to ride up against her so that he might slip inside.
Her own eyes were hung back, seeing mostly beneath her lids as she felt him, prodding, moving, needing. Fingernails bit into his flesh as her legs clung around him tighter, arms pulling him closer. Her lips claimed him, a fire scorching between the pair as she dug her teeth into his lips and growled, "Only if you try to claim me with your seed."
"And you want me to?" came his weary pant. Another moan and he rocked in building tension. "I could burst just now." He gripped fingers deeply into her hair continuing their steady urgent grind. Hips ground against hips and he took a deep breath once again, lost to the sensation.
"Maybe I want you to want me to want you to," came her breathy voice between moans and pants as her heavy breasts bounced and heaved with each rock and roll of their bodies. Her fingers moved to claw deeper into their grip.
At her response he loudly laughed, grinning amidst another shiver of pleasure. "I guess that was a stupid question," he chuckled. "Between lovers, I think I can manage," he panted and adjusted himself feeling his tip slip within those hot folds and simultaneously slip out when she moved. He growled in frustration. "I want you to want me to. Because gods fucking know I want to."
"Then fuck me," she purred, fingers raking down his chest. "Fuck me so hard you'll make even the Gods blush."
"Your wish is my command," he said and when he found entry again, he seeped in deep, as far as he could go until he was locked in her heat. And worked every angle of his hips, slowly then with growing passion.
Tossing her head back, her body arched to take him in at the best angle. His dick was like a pleasure piston, slamming into her over and over again. Her moans came out as deep throated screams, that grew louder and louder as her heat swelled.
Wrapping her limbs all around him, she worked herself possessively, heaving and grunting, finger nails scraping and heels digging into his back as teeth bit into his ear lobe when suddenly,
She stopped, eyes rolling back, and her sex spasmed wildly as she screamed his name to the Gods over and over again.
When she came, so did he, prolonging the burning release he'd held so inside. And it was a blinding pleasure as he cried out and shuddered, clutching her to him until his body ceased his shivers. Inside her, locked together like this left him vaguely in a surreal state of mind. He uttered no word between his encrusted sore lips, merely panting to catch any ounce of breath he could.
His silence was met with that of her own. She was breathing heavy, splayed beneath him and arms no longer clinging to him and acting like she was some second skin. Now she was melted into the bed, her eyes closed and her dark hair in river across the bed.
After a time, her soft hands moved to smooth up his arms, up his bicep then off and up towards his hair, with she let her fingers stroke and rake through him, all the while her heart was still pounding in the aftermath of sex.
He leaned down, hovering over her and kissed her softly, lips bruised and palpable. His body dropped beside hers, brushing away the stray hairs and he breathed in sharply. Their bodies remained connected, Maxxen hard-pressed to part with her.
He smiled her, looking at her solemnly in the partitioned moonlight that shone in through the window.
Her eyes finally opened after a time and she caught a sight of that expression again.
"My, you've got quite the serious expression after sex," she teased, hands still combing gently through his hair.
"I guess I'm full of silly behavior," he chuckled. He didn't know what more to add. He removed his manhood from her, cleaning himself off with an edge of the blanket, and stretching out beside her. "So do you not like my after sex smouldering glance?"
She smirked and nestled in beside him.
"Oh? Were you trying to be sexy?" she teased, a hand resting on his bicep.
"I don't have to try. Besides I'll take that as an admission that you think I'm sexy," he murmured, leaning in to kiss at her neck. He traced his lips up her jaw, expression sobering. "I guess admitting that I care for you is also silly behavior."
"Most emotions are silly," she replied simply, though such a reply averted a real answer. Her fingers gently stroked down his arm. "But they are as natural as breathing . hate... Jealousy, anger... Lust."
"Depression, rejection, loneliness," he countered with a smirk. But he didn't mean to get sour. Instead he kissed her, gnawing with a moan along her lower lip.
She smiled, moaning softly.
"And which care do you have for me?" she countered smugly, kissing him softlt, sweetly as she cupped his face.
"Maybe all of them," he whispered, plucking and sucking on her lips and jaw. "But I know none of those things matter to you."
She grinned at his assessment and turned his face with her other hand to steal his lips again.
"And what about you?" She kissed him again, slowly, gently and looked deep into his eyes. "What matters to Maxxen Lear?"
"Maxxen Lear generally. Since so little matters to me, what does happen to become important to me, is...rather strange. Is anything important to you?" he murmured between soft kisses.
"Strange? I suppose you won't elaborate?" she asked, evading how the question came back to her, lips pressing light kisses along his neck.
A soft groan was met with those kisses. But he wasn't completely thrown astray. "Only if you do," came his reply. "Why won't you let anyone close?"
"Close?" she laughed, and dragged her down beside his ear. "I think you and I have been very close.." she went on, taking to his ear with her teeth. "And many times."
"And many different positions I'll add," he murmured. His hand slipped into the blanket, holding a breast firmly and grasping the point of her nipple between his thumb and index finger. "But I mean a different close, behind your emotional wall."
"And you're certain something is behind this... emotional wall?" she asked, curious to what he was getting at as her eyes traced down his shoulder.
"No," he answered honestly. "I'm never truly certain." He rolled over to lay on his stomach, bunching a pillow beneaty his head. "Like I said, I guess I'm just full of silly behavior."
"Oh? And here I just thought you were good at card tricks."S he observed him from where she lay, letting her eyes roam over all of him.
He took her by the arm, a gentle hold and coaxing her closer, capturing her lips. "You tell me," he gave a hungry hiss, eyelids hung low. "I wonder sometimes if you really know what you want."
She shivered subtly at his words, kissing him back. She wouldn't admit she thought that too.
"And let you know all of my secrets?" she purred, lips trailing down to his shoulder.
"Not all of them. Don't want to take away all your mystery now," he breathed, rolling over to pull her body over him. Though he was no longer a knight in any formal sense of the word, his form was still strong and well muscled. And he held her to him with a possessive grip.
Now straddling over his form, her grin was a coy one as she leaned close enough her hair tickled against his body as her hands smoothed across his chest.
"Not all? Hrmmm.." she purred. "But it seems you have an idea on which ones you'd like to see." Smirking, she leaned down to kiss a line softly across his chest.
Admittedly it was hard to resist, even as Maxxen's visage was somewhat solemn. The kisses on his chest made his heart skip a beat, and he smoothed hands down her back. What they had done had already made him ragged, and perhaps this was merely her way of dragging it on. "Stay," was all he said, coaxing her to lay on him.
She didn't say anything, just continued to kiss him before laying her cheek flat against his bare chest, and found herself listening to the heavy beating of his heart.
He listened to the silence for a while, and he pulled a blanket up and over them, pushing her black hair away from her neck. He closed his eyes, feeling himself drift off, warmed by the heat between them.
She was exhausted, both mentally and physically. The day had been too long, so she was surprised to find herself falling asleep so easily, and to awaken in his arms the next morning.
He stirred at the feeling of movement beside him, eyes flickering open to see Davina still there.
He smiled, reaching up to tuck a stray hair behind her ear. "Morning," he murmured.
She was still not fully awake and groaned a little before burying her face into the pillow.
An act that garnered his lips to pluck at her ear and nibble along her neck. He said nothing and kept his attentions light.
She moved a little, shivering at his attentions.
"You have morning breath," she murmured, but turned enough to give him a sleepy look.
"Hrrmm, probably," he moaned leaning over her and grinning at her and kissing her neck some more. "But I'm sure that's rather secondary don't you think." And kissing her down along her shoulder.
"Mmmm, I suppose you're right." Her hand moved to smooth down his form.
He trained her hand to smooth down his back.
"So what are your plans for today?" he murmured between kissing either side of her neck.
"Does a woman need a plan?" she asked, leaning into his touch.
"I'll take that as no plans?" he said and turned her into his arms so that he might better kiss at her throat.
She gave a thoughtful hum, closing her eyes gently. "None as good as this," she confessed, sighing contentedly.
"As good as what?" He purred against her skin. A trail of kisses, and his hand massaged her breast.
She smirked playfully and leaned into his touch.
"As this..." she went on, a hand cupping one cheek. "This... attention." she emphasized, moving her hand to help him squeeze her ample breasts.
"You're just so succulent," he murmured and kissed her lips now, claiming her in determination. "But I wonder, if you ever get tired of people telling you that?"
Her grin was coy and her eyes, starry.
"Never," she purred, lips smothering against his as she kissed him back with equal need, hands looping over him and clinging to him tightly as one leg slipped overtop of his hip.
"Heaven forbid you ever get bored," Maxx grinned as he kissed and coaxed her legs tighter around him. He coiled them in the sheet, pulling her tighter around him, claiming her lips time and again.
Warmth spread through her like a wild fire, and soft hands smoothed hungrily all across his forms. She couldn't stop kissing him, she was so hungry.
So she didn't, and kept at it, teeth and tongue joining in, too.
Maxxen could let himself be consumed in one movement, in a single moment. Their bodies were entertwined and his hardness prodded her, and in her hunger, he let himself be devoured. He moaned softly, letting his own tongue run along hers.
Her own slick sex rocked against his, lapping softly, hotly and wet. It didn't take long for her bucking hips to angle him into her, and soon her tight, wet heat devoured him down to the hilt.
He shuddered, bucking his whole body into hers, and thrusted harder and deeper than the rest. "Hmm, Davina, so what brings you to this fine city on such a long, hard, journey?" he asked as he fucked. "No pun intended."
She arched into his attentions, feeling him hit so many sweet spots she could no longer hold back her moans. Fingernails pinched into his flesh, body bouncing with every thrust. But at his question, she groaned and moved to smother his mouth.
"I would think it's obvious,"s he growled, moving to shove him to his side as she moved with him, fucking with him at this new angle.
There it was and though the angle made his eyes roll back into his head, he knew it wasn't just a coincidence to find her here. "Oh, so I see the power to seize compels you?" he chuckled, gripping her leg and hiking it up and taking her with growing ferocity. "That's interesting."
Another claiming kiss, he bit her lip, gripping her to him possessively. "A woman after power, that's hot."
She growled in approval as he guessed her aim.
"The rulers here are weak," she snarled, moving with him just as fast as his hips were pounding into her.
"And you'd prove better and stronger? What makes you so sure?" he panted, thrusting and undulating so that his hips were flush to hers time and again. The friction was making his skin raw and sore, but the burn was good.
She was silent for a time, eyes closed lightly to enjoy the sensations their bodies had built. But then she moved, flipped him over fully and pinned ehr beneath him. She tossed her long, dark hair from over her shoulder and rolled her hips dominantly.
"Better and stronger in my own way.... I've always lusted for power," she purred, hips rolling with a powerful jerk at the end of each roll.
"Oh shit," he hissed, gripping her body hard.
"But are you any good at it?" he asked with a raised brow. Sex was evident enough, but ruling an entire territory was quite another.
Her grin was coy and powerful. And she was unrelenting in her pursuit of pleasure.
"I've witnessed my own fair share from the sidelines," she growled. "And the ignorance of men whose heads are no better on a spit. The era is coming," she went on, hips moving harder, faster. "The Duchess of Hellvion has already taken the seat, bringing a new ambitious power for women..."
She panted, moving, moving, moving.
"And I aim to take the seat, and let this world knows what it's like to face a patriarch with a hunger for power and need."
Her hands splayed over his shoulders, she continued to fuck.
"I need to have that power.... I will kill for it," she promised, moving fast. "Men no longer make the rules." Ands eh paused, eyes lowering huskily as her sex squeezed his tight.
"I will make them, and I will break them, and this world will be molded to all of my whims."
And with a cry, she pinned him down, lips crashing hungrily over his as her hips rocked and rolled, and her heat and pleasure was beginning to peak.
Hearing those words come out of her mouth, with such determination, frankly was a little unnerving. Maxxen, even in the throes of passion, could feel that Davina meant every words she said. What other reason could there be for her to be here, and what did it mean for him, running into her? Surely that was merely a coincidence, but one he seemed inclined to think he would soon regret. Nothing good could come of this.
Even as she rode him, that niggling thought within the recesses of his mind, were momentarily put aside. And he came if only out of physical reponse. Maxxen panted, laughing in the aftermath.
"Well, good luck to you Davina. I'm sure you have all your plans laid out."
She lay there in a pool of content. Sex was always good, but she knew something felt... different after they were done. Still, she just basked in the after glow, laying there and staring up at the ceiling.
"You still never explained the truth for your presence here," she found herself asking, not looking at him.
"I don't think there is one," Maxxen murmured. "I'm just tired of fighting. Why can't people just fuck and drink and have a good time. Always there must be fighting."
She lay there and sobered over the idea.
"So you have run away."
"Maybe. I suppose putting it that way makes me look cowardly." He scoffed a laugh, and looked down at her. "What do you think about that? I'm sure your opinion of me isn't exactly stellar, but do you think less of me for it?"
She grinned, toes curling.
"No. If anything it's refreshing to see a man actually be honest." Something she never thought she'd ever say.
"Hmmm. And all the men in your life have been nothing but liars?"
"Thats one way to put it."
"Then this is the most honest I've been with anyone," he replied.
She smirked at she studied him.
"And you expect me to believe that?" she chuckled. "You're cute."
"You don't have to believe anything I say much less that," Maxxen chided with a chuckle.
Smiling, she climbed over him and pinned him down like a lioness. Her dark hair fell,over one shoulder as she leaned in to nibble then kiss his lips. Her attentions moved then to his ear as she growled, "So I told you my deep dark secret. A girl can dream. It might not be realistic but..." The corners of her lips curled up. "Its a nice idea to fuck to." She studied his handsome, chiseled form.
"What about you?" Those dark green eyes smouldered as she looked at him. "Do you have any deep and foolish desires?"
"Deep and foolish desires? As if my entire life hasn't been one adventurous endeavor into the field?" He chuckled deeply, loving the feel of her body on him.
"I guess I've always wanted to be the Grand Duke or a powerful wizard that could singe the clothes off any woman I see. Luckily for me you're very scantily clad this moment."
"Perhaps you should become the next Grand Duke.." she countered, hands and lips smoothing up his chest. "You could start a new law... all women are forbidden clothes..." Her lips trailed warmly up to his ear, where she nibbled on his lobe, softly.
"I don't know. Seems a little harsh in this weather," he said with a nod. "I meant breasts look lovely in the cold, but for what reason would I have to punish women? Not gems as lovely as you." He pulled away a little.
"Do I have sexy ears of something?"
She giggled and chewed on his ears.
"Maybe you do..." she whispered into them. "But your dreams... What made you shy away from ever trying?" Fingers top toes up his chest. "You'd make a very handsome Grand Duke."
"I thought we were just playing fantasy here. I don't think I've ever really wanted to be the Grand Duke." Maxxen laughed. "I'd be terrible. And frankly it's too much responsibility I'd care to have at any one time. Even if I could do whatever I wanted. i can do that now, with half the effort."
Davina's grin was positively wicked.
"Yes, laws can be rather borish," she admitted, eyes still charmed by him. He did have a rather handsome smile.
"Besides, why didn't you go after the Grand Duke?" he asked with a tilt of his head. "Or are you just not the marrying kind?"
"He was unfortunately not available," she went on with a bit of a pout. Yet she was still smiling. "And marriage is too... Confining, restrictive."
"Agreed. But it has a sense of security to it," he said with a nod. "If you're into that sort of thing. Sorta like a rope tied around your ankles."
Her lips curled.
"Or a bear trap..."
"Teeth gnawing into delicate flesh." And then Maxxen lunged for her shoulder and gave her a sharp bite that would sting at first then ease into a soft sucking kiss.
Davina gasped and lost her balance back into the pillows, but before she had a chance to wrench herself away from his teeth, her eyes fluttered close at his attentions, as she moaned softly.
The gnawing on her flesh was subtle and her skin sweet, as he did so. Maxxen had never lost his touch, wrapping strong arms around her body as he kissed her body sweetly. For her age, she still seemed taut, and that was a hard feat to accomplish in this day and age.
Especially her age. The wear was starting to show.
He wouldn't be the only one here biting and enjoying the other's flesh. When she found an opening, Davina had her teeth raking across tender flesh, tongue following before she nibbled and sucked and bit her fingernails in.
His devouring sent shivers down his back. Feeling teeth on him made his blood boil both in a vengeful fury and a thirst to make her scream. He stopped a moment pulling away and giving her a somber-eyed look. Before long he resumed his attention on her ear, biting hard on the lobe.
Whimpering, she let herself fall prey to his ministrations, hands slipping down his form and feeling over his member.
Maxxen guided her hand around him, to grip him firmly. "Why do we always find ourselves falling in with each other time and again? Same dogs, same tricks?" His lips were merciless however, finding her lips and making them his.
She moaned into his kisses and gripped his cock fiercely.
"Because we're addicts," she growled, biting his lip and giving it a pull.
He gave a grunt of pleasure.
"Really? Wouldn't that make it all the more coincidental. You never struck me as that kind of woman."
"How so?" she asked, growling as she bit into his neck. "Addicts can be very.... determined."
"I'm no addict," Maxxen muttered in return. "That would be admitting I had a problem. And I'm a perfect specimen, as you well know."
Despite the fact they were fucking, she couldn't help herself but laugh.
"Darling.." she went on, curling tight fingers into his hair. "If I wanted perfection I could have stayed home and remained a boring doll." Like all of the other pale and pathetic Connlaothian breed of women in the aristocracy. She sighed through her nostrils, closing her eyes tightly as her sex gripped his.
"But I suppose I should take it as a compliment," she went on, soft kisses moving up his chest and neck.
[Lol, that escalated quickly]
Maxxen panted lightly. He laughed. "Hmmm, that's too bad. Because then it would defeat the purpose of fucking now wouldn't it. And I was talking about me. Not you."
She grinned at him, body flush and eyes hazy and she went quiet, rolling her hips with his.
The skin was getting raw now, and it began to hurt from each abrasion. Whatever minor discomfort was put aside and he brushed it off, focusing on the ride.
She eventually found herself in a heap of heat and contentment, breathing heavily as she closed her eyes and lay, unmoving, in the luxury of his pillows and sheets.
With the deed done, Maxxen rose from the bed and opened the door to pull in a breakfast tray. There was an array of plates that were covered and had food piled up.
But after such a long night, after he took the time to fetch their breakfast tray, Davina lay there- a pretty mess, and fast asleep, breathing easily as her heavy breasts rose and fell as she slept.
As he ate his breakfast, he began laying out eggs and bacon over her boobs.
The eggs and bacon upon her skin were enough to rouse her. She didn't open her eyes, however, her lips did tug into a leftward smirk.
"I hope you're planning on cleaning up that mess, darling. Bacon leaves a mess of grease on skin and clothe."
"True. But I don't intend on the residue lingering for long," he said. Maxxen leaned over her, his tongue slowly cleaning the food of her body.
Shivering, her toes curled into the blankets, her eyes intense on him.
Maxxen was true to his promise and withdrew the breakfast foods to sit at the edge of the bed. He grinned at her and turned somewhat to the side. "I guess you won't have an appetite for any of this meat then," he murmured. He chuckled in amusement. "Don't act like you're not hungry, dear."
She smirked, moving slow, but with purpose, before plucking up a piece of bacon that hung limp, and dripping with flavorful grease. She then tossed it onto his shoulder, but it slipped down lower, to rest upon his chest.
Maxxen quirked his brows at her and crawled over onto the bed. "I know you're going to clean that up, Lady Davina," he said rather adamantly. "Because I just bathed. And I'll have to get cleaned up all over again."
She sighed, boredly, eyeing the bacon.
"You say that as if it were a bad thing."
"All right then. If you're not going to play along or enjoy breakfast, then you'll have no problem getting up on your own," Maxxen chuckled and walked into the wash room to pour buckets of heated water into the tub.